The Adventures of Jack and Jill - Chapter 6
Gerald Stanton was the former Father Gerald, now a defrocked priest. His helpmate, Evelyn, was the once Sister Mary Eve, until she was removed from her Order for blasphemous behavior. They had met at a support group dedicated to returning former members of the clergy and religious orders back into the laity. St. Switchers was the result of their union. Their staff of three teachers, including one woman, had been carefully chosen for their interest in educating and disciplining young people who were in the process of moving away from the truth, as the Stantons defined it. Magda and Evelyn had a brief affair some number of years ago and afterward kept in contact. Thus it was a simple matter for the children to be admitted into this very private and highly unique school.
With the addition of the twins, the number of pupils now stood at eight, including three males. The twins were the only students who had permission to leave the school on weekends and holidays; the others stayed here year round except for two females who were allowed a short visit to their former homes lasting one week during the end of year holidays. The day began promptly at five in the morning and ended at nine in the evening. School was in session seven days a week for all but the twins. Uniforms consisted of chastity belts for the females and stainless steel sheaths for the male sex organs with a tiny opening to allow urination. Keys to these devices were in the possession of the teachers.
Since the children were not to start school until tomorrow, they were given an audience with the school's founders. Once they were independently ushered into the presence of their opposite number, they immediately realized that this school was just another prison and those operating it were no less eager to molest them as in the past. Their first clue was when they were stripped naked and had their wrists cuffed behind their backs before entering the meeting rooms. Neither wore their new uniforms, that being tabled for today.
Jack's heart sank as he was greeted by a stark naked woman in her early forties slapping a riding crop across the palm of her hand. Evelyn Stanton stood almost 6 feet tall and was slim as a reed. Her tits were flat as crepes, and the large, fat nipples with their dark areolas only accentuated this lack of substance. She had a coal-black jungle growing between her thighs that had sent out tendrils in every direction including a path that ran to her navel. This was the thickest, wildest growth he had ever seen on a woman, and it captured his eyes to the point that he didn't take a good look at her gaunt face until she introduced herself by tapping his shoulder with the crop.
"My old friend, Magda, tells me that you are quite a stud for your age. You are capable of producing some rather prodigious amounts of sperm and rather quickly recovering to at least gain an erection that is useful to your partner. I shall investigate in detail this remarkable ability you possess. I should add that Dr. Stanton is not impressed by such feats; in fact it seems to upset him considerably. You should be aware that he practiced celibacy for many years in his former life, and even today is not completely in harmony with his new sexual environment. I know he will be eager to challenge you to prove your claims under circumstances that are rather challenging to put it diplomatically. Now on your knees and show me how you eat pussy."
The youth did as he was told and she guided his face into that jungle of springy pubic hair. His keen nose picked up the scents of sweat, leather, pussy cream and urine. It was obvious that she had recently masturbated; the first swipe of his tongue up her trench confirmed what his nose had picked up. Her hands pulled his head tighter against her hairy mound, and then began rubbing his face up and down her juicy slit. His tongue pushed deep into her cunt and for a time remained passive, letting her determine where it would go and for how long it would stay. She wasted few words letting him know where her favorite spots were located and what she expected from him when he worked on them.
When Jack arrived at her fat clit that already had slipped from its hood, he took over. His tongue slid around its base and then he flicked it against the lump to gauge its sensitivity.He could tell from the way she pressed her cunt to his face that he was getting warm. The boy increased his attentions to her throbbing clit and brought his teeth into play, worrying that hot button as she gasped and grunted, cursing and praising him at the same time. He sucked that swollen gland into his mouth and then expelled it with a loud pop, making her tremble. Now he was in control and she was merely a passenger as he drove her toward the first orgasm of their little session. She hissed as her body responded to his talented tongue, lips, mouth and those teeth that teased and tormented her to the point that she cried out in ecstasy as a second orgasm rumbled through her body leaving her almost too weak to stand. She pushed him away and searched for her chair.
Evelyn's legs were now thrown over the arms of the comfortable overstuffed chair that occupied the area beside her desk. Jack was kneeling at the foot of that chair, his head buried between her thin thighs, his mouth gobbling away at the pussy meat hidden below the forest of pubic hair. She warned him to pay attention to the signs her cunt provided him while he worshipped her wet, dripping gash. Evelyn shifted herself so Jack could have access to her asshole that was also surrounded by another forest of unkempt pubic hair that had migrated into that dark, mysterious region. He was urged to explore her tight asshole with his stiff tongue and work at it until her sphincter muscle allowed him to penetrate deeper. She asked him to flatten his fat tongue as he made the trip from her cunt to asshole, stopping at both ends to worship her orifices until she was satisfied.
To keep the youth properly cowed she tapped her riding crop on his shoulder as a constant reminder of what she could do if he displeased her in the sightest. She made him suck her flesh starting at the backs of her knees and working up to her cunt, then moving on until his tongue swirled inside her concave navel, scooping out the detritus that had accumulated there. He sucked hickies into the insides of her thighs which brought her to a third orgasm, this one much stronger and longer than its predecessors. He kissed her flat belly and let his tongue slide from one hip to the other, leaving a shiny, wet trail behind to mark his progress.
Jack had lost count of time, but her next request gave him some pause. She wanted him to suck her toes and lick her feet until they glistened. Her feet smelled positively foul and between her toes were layers of mysterious materials that stank or felt slimy to his tongue. He dutifully downed each and every bit of whatever either lodged or perhaps grew in the nooks and crevices of her stinking feet. When he did the soles of her feet he nearly vomited from the horrible odors and the thick growths and calluses covering them. Her toenails were thick, broken at odd angles and had a yellowish cast to them. His tongue and lips were cut and abraded in a few places from the minefield he had just licked his way across. On a number of occasions when the school mistress was not totally pleased with his efforts he took a stroke or two from her crop across his shoulders.
When she rose from the chair, the youth made the mistake of assuming that his duties were done for this session. It was far from the truth. She turned her back to him and knelt in the seat of her chair, her knees sinking a good number of inches into the cushion. She wiggled her flat bottom with its hairy borders and urged him to start sucking her asshole until she gave him new orders. He complied, but his heart was not in it. Mrs. Stanton was not deluded by his less than dedicated efforts. She grumbled and then pushed her flat ass against his face with enough force that he nearly was bowled over backwards. The next thing he knew she was on her feet, towering over his cringing form, the riding crop at the ready. What followed was a memorable beating that was his introduction to St. Switchers.
He was taken by surprise by the first few cuts of the crop that struck his chest in an X pattern. She screamed at him not to try to protect himself or it would go even worse for him. His urge for self preservation was such that he fended off the next few strokes by dodging, infuriating the tall gaunt woman. Then he dropped into a protective ball and allowed her to flail away with all her strength as he rolled away from her as quickly as he could. She cornered him and once again her riding crop did damage to his ribs and then one wild cut left a deep gash on the side of his neck that hurt so much that he was an easy target from then on. He resorted to turning his back against her wild swings, taking them across the shoulder blades and down his back to his waist, with an occasional slash going across his bottom.
She paused to catch her breath and then ordered him to lie across the arm of her chair with his cuffed hands held up against the middle of his back. Any attempt to use his hands to protect his body would mean double the number of strokes she had decided he deserved for his disobedience. She began by crisscrossing his ass cheeks with deep angry welts that swelled and burst as the beating continued. Once and then again she struck him in the crack between his cheeks, striking down to neatly split his blistered cheeks. She took a turn on that tender area just below his puffy, raw cheeks and he cried out from the pain, bringing a feral grunt and a hideous cackle from his punisher. She finished him off with strokes down the backs of his legs from thighs to ankles, not missing too many spots on this agonizing trip. Jack was in tears by the time Evelyn told him he was free to go, holding the door to her office open for him to take his leave.
(To be continued-rolf palsy)