Tutors
Poor cute Steven, he was a slow learner. Even though he had all the girls of the class helping him. Particularly his pussy-eating needed improvement. (Or was he TOO good, and that's why they couldnt' get enough "teaching" him . . . )
Erica and few others had gotten the thankful task of giving him some extra tutoring, in addition to the extra service duty he'd been assigned to at the teachers' lounge. The girls were allowed to use the cellar playroom with the bondage table which kept him nice and still for their purposes.
She kept wiggling her pussy back and forth as he tried to lick it. His head strapped down, he could only move it a little, his tongue moving in desperation. She kept teasing him. "Uh. uh. uh.*Giggle* Aw, just try to hit it! Oop, it's up here. Such a nice long tongue and you can't reach! Encourage him, girls."
"No!" he had time to cry.
Then the giggling girls started to apply zappers on his cock. A handsome thing, all erect like that, and too much fun to torture.
She liked to watch the expressions of pain on him, hear his useless pleading. Couldn't help laughing.
After some dozen hits on different parts of the head, Erica told them to stop.
His face was so cute scrunched up like that, whimpering as if holding back tears.
She giggled. "Alright." Then lowered her pussy down on his mouth. Get to work! Mmm, good boy. Ooo, right there! Mmmmm, that's a good little slut." She grabbed a hard handful of his thick dark hair.
She let him work this time. Meanwhile the others were giving attention to his already sore cock, using their hands and milder toys like pinwheels. This made him whimper quietly as he licked, which was a nice touch. The girls were amused and encouraged by his little twitches. They were already well-educated and skilful in the art of playing with dicks. Such sensitive, vulnerable pieces of equipment!
After maybe twenty minutes, she came. It was a nice one, and she made him lick her ass through it, while continuing to finger herself.
When she was done, after five or ten minutes, she sat back onto his chest. The girls knew what to do and got ready. He could not see them.
Erica smiled down at the cutie, pussy juice and drool around his mouth. "Ok, hit him some more."
His eyes went wide and mouth opened for protest but that soon turned into crying as the very amused girls started again with the zappers.
"Don't forget the balls."
She had a good laugh at his fussing. Then, after a few minutes, she raised a hand. "Ok, take a break," through her snickers. "Let him speak."
When he was done panting and groaning, he piped in a voice of desperation and some indignation, "You said . . . you said if I made you cum you wouldn't do that!"
She grinned at him with condescending fake pity. "Yeah, I did. But I meant if you make me cum real fucking good." She shook her head. "That was only pretty fucking good. Not good enough. Continue girls."
And they did, before he could say anything more.
Erica giggled, scooting back further to sit on his belly. She started pinching his nipples. She grinned nastily with her lower lip between her teeth. Oh, how she loved to watch the agony on his pretty face. "It's ok, though," she said, unable to keep arousal from her voice, "keep this up and you may make it happen." To the girls, she said, "Don't neglect the slit."
With sadistic grins, they went at it by force. This really got him going.
"Ah, fuck yeah, that's it!" She rubbed her soaking pussy on the hopelessly struggling boy's lovely hard abs. "We'll get there. *Giggle*"
The other girls still had their turns waiting with his tongue. Torture was by far the best foreplay for that.