The Lovemore Academy (WIP)

                        										Lovemore Academy

Lovemore Manor was widely considered to be a town monument. The Lovemore family line had been the region’s ruling family for as long as anyone there cared to know and they had been a good family in all those many years. They Lovemores had earned the respect of the townsfolk and guided them towards the prosperity and security they all enjoyed today.

It was with mixed emotions that the Lovemore family line ended with Lady Lizbeth Lovemore. She was the only surviving member of the family, and at the age of 36 with no husband or children, it appeared she would be the last of her kind. Though Lizbeth was beloved by all in the town for her charity and kindness, she was a sad reminder of the end of the Lovemore line. They had dwindled in recent generations, losing many sons to wars, daughters to childbirth complications and children to pox, until Lizbeth was born as an only-child, killing her mother is process and losing her father a mere 20 years later. Though she had entertained many suitors in her youth, she had not taken a fancy to any of them and preferred to work among the children of the village or distract herself with projects within the manor. Soon the suitors stopped knocking and it appeared that Lady Lizbeth had resigned herself to the life of a happy, wealthy spinster.

Lizbeth wasn’t too concerned about that, herself. She enjoyed being the town’s Lady and the matron of the Lovemore Girl’s Academy.
Lovemore Manor, once busy with the comings and goings of the Lovemore family, their guests and servants, was now filled with the town’s orphaned girls. Lady Lizbeth, tired of living in such a large house by herself, had opened it up to the many girls of the town who lived in squalor and on the streets. The stated goal at the time was “to uplift these children that they might one day become fruitful members of society, liberated from the filth of their unfortunate origin”.

Since her father’s passing, Lady Lizbeth Lovemore had taken any orphaned girl she found, or who came to her, into her home. She educated them, groomed them and when they came of age, she found them employment. Many of them became servants for aristocratic houses or for the new class of industrialists, others found higher callings and pursued careers in medicine, architecture and science. Lady Lizbeth supported them the entire way, smiling softly and nudging them gently when they hesitated. Though the idea of a woman doctor was still cause for a few raised eyebrows, the reputation of the Lovemore Academy was such that even the stoutest traditional gent would grant the benefit of the doubt.

Lady Lizbeth spent most of her time at the manor, taking care of her girls. She led classes in English poetry, literature, classical philosophy and occasionally dabbled in chemistry. For the subjects of mathematics and the assorted sciences, special tutors were brought in. If a girl expressed a strong interest in one particular area, it would be arranged for a tutor to educate her privately. Lady Lizbeth always did her best to make it so that the girls would be taught by Lovemore Academy alumae, to keep her girls inspired and forward-looking.

The Academy currently housed only 12 girls, as a large wave of them had graduated recently. It was both a sad and happy day when she saw her girls leave. She knew they were going off to their futures but Lizbeth had known them for years or even a decade or longer and it was hard for her to say goodbye. For the girls, the manor was the only home they’d known, so it was never a tear-free occasion.

Lady Lizbeth smiled to herself as she reflected on her memories in her carriage. She was looking out the window, at the setting sun beyond darkening hills but her mind was elsewhere. The carriage bumped along the long cobblestone road that led from the town to the manor. The sound of the wooden wheels and the clopping of horseshoes on the cobblestones was the background noise to Lady Lizbeth’s thoughts, as it often was. Something about the setting sun and the rattling of the carriage made her feel sleepy and nostalgic. Her mind was so far away; she almost didn’t see the small figure standing by the side of the road. She sat up in her small carriage and looked at the dark figure. The failing light made it hard to make out, but the figure was small and appeared to be a girl. As she got closer, more details became clear. It was indeed a girl. Small, skinny, dirty with frizzy brown hair, matted with filth. She was holding an armful of flowers, holding one out to the approaching carriage.

Lady Lizbeth knocked on the back of the carriage and the driver brought the horses to a halt beside the girl. She opened the door and smiled down at the dirty little creature standing by the side of the road.

The girl looked half-starved Her face was small, heart-shaped and framed by dirty brown hair that clung to her face in clumps. Her eyes were deep and brown but looked a little too large for her face. Her neck was thin and struggling to hold up her little, gaunt head. All in all, she looked a bit like a half-drowned kitten, Lizbeth though with pity. Lizbeth couldn’t help but grin and giggle behind her hand. The little girl just looked at her, confused.

‘Are you hungry, little one?’ Lady Lizbeth asked with a smile and her characteristically sweet voice.
The little girl looked up and down the road nervously. This probably wasn’t a question she was often asked. She looked back at Lady Lizbeth and nodded slowly, her lower lip shaking a little.

Lizbeth reached for the basket on the seat beside her and took out a loaf of bread and small wheel of expensive cheese she had bought that day. She had servants to ensure the manor’s larder was almost well-stocked, but Lizbeth enjoyed her walks through the market and small conversations with the friendly grocers. The bread was still warm from the oven and the cheese was soft. Lizbeth tore off a chunk of bread and handed it to the youngster. The girl reached out hesitantly, like she expected it to be snatched away the moment her scrawny arm got too close. When the bread did not move, she took it gratefully. She mumbled a timid little thank you and nibbled at the soft, warm bread. Tasting fresh bread for the first time, the girl quickly scoffed it down before Lizbeth could offer her a slice of the cheese.

‘Tell me your name, little one,’ Lizbeth asked, holding out another clump of bread to the girl.

The girl looked hesitant, as if giving away her name would grant Lizbeth magic powers over her. The girl took the bread a little more eagerly this time and quietly mumbled ‘Angie’.

‘Angie,’ Lizbeth smiled, stroking the girl’s cheek lovingly. ‘What a pretty name for a pretty girl.’

Lizbeth pulled the girl gently into the cabin, baiting her with another clump of warm bread and soft cheese. The girl brought her flowers, weeds mostly, and sat them down on the sea where she sat.

The child was so focused on the food she had been given that she didn’t seem to notice when the carriage started to move and carry her up the hill. Lizbeth kept her distracted with bread, cheese and honey until the carriage pulled into the gates of the mansion and came a stop in front of the front door.

The little girl jumped a little when the carriage door was suddenly opened and a waiting serving girl looked in, a little surprised herself. Lizbeth smiled at the serving girl and placed a calming hand on Angie’s thigh.

‘Erica, please prepare a new bed for tonight and have Violet and Marcella prepare my washroom,’ she said.

The serving girl, Erica, curtsied and quickly rushed inside. Her black skirt and white apron waved around her narrow legs as she scurried away.

Holding the young girl by the hand, Lizbeth took her from the carriage and led her into the house.

The manor was massive,  consisting of 3 storeys plus a cellar, 20 bedrooms, a dining hall, kitchens large enough to feed a village, a library, trophy room, classrooms and many others. Lizbeth led her up the central staircase where other girls, dressed in black, frilly dresses and white aprons, were rushing about, preparing the house for the night. Each of them stopped to curtsy and smile at Lizbeth when she passed and Lizbeth returned the greeting with a smile and sometimes a word or two. She kept Angie’s hand in hers, squeezing it reassuringly as she sensed the small child’s hesitation.

The floors of the manor were covered in thick carpeting that muffled even the least elegant of footsteps. The walls were red and embedded with expansive, flowing gold filigree, which glimmered in the light of the crystal chandelier that hung from the high ceiling. Angie’s large eyes grew even larger when she saw the opulence of the manor. It was, Lizbeth was entirely certain, the most wealth the child had seen in her whole short life. It wasn’t something Lizbeth liked to boast about, especially to the townspeople, but her manor was worth more than everything in the entire town combined. But that was hardly a challenge. Lizbeth could probably find some of her more extravagant jewellery that was worth more than most of the town. Her family had done much to uplift the lives of the average villager, but the gulf between them was vast and abyssal. Lizbeth would do something about that later. When she got on in years and perhaps her passion for the academy had waned a little, she would focus on improving the town and making it a better place for everyone, not just the handful of girls she managed to save.

‘Come now,’ Lizbeth said, tugging Angie gently by the hand.

She took her into the washroom that adjoined the manor’s master bedroom. This room was somehow even more opulent than the rest of the house. Perhaps it was the white marble floors, streaked with black and flecked by crystals that shone like rainbows. When the warm light from the many candles burning in their brass holders hit the floor just right, the white stone glittered and shone like magic. Angie was hypnotised by it. She walked over it timidly, as if her dirty feet were desecrating the beautiful floor beneath them. Lizbeth smiled. A lot of the girls acted this way the first time they came into this room. Perhaps it was glittering or the rainbows that spread across the floor, but they all seemed to gawk in awe at the swirling colours and flickering lights that danced beneath their feet, like they were walking among the stars themselves.

Lizbeth could understand the fascination, but she had seen it so often that by now it was fairly mundane. She preferred to see the washroom as a whole. The floors were made from a rare and exceedingly expensive stone, but so were the washroom fittings. The bathtub was a large pond in the centre of the room, fed by several large brass taps that were polished to a mirror shine. The raised rim of the tub was deeply engraved with exquisitely designed patterns that flowed and bloomed across the stone. Paintings by renowned artists hung from the walls, depicting scenes of waterfalls, spring glades and calm oceans. The large window on the far side of the room opened out to reveal the east garden, which was currently hidden by darkness but the fireflies were out and they danced in front of the window. To the side of the room were a semicircle of full length mirrors, facing a chair that sat in the middle. Next to the chair was a table holding a selection of shiny grooming utensils upon a white cloth. Off to one side, facing the central bath, was a black and ruby divan. A small selection of wine bottles and crystal glasses sat in front of it.

Long leaves of white steam rose from the bathtub as the brass taps pumped hot water into it and two attending girls pours small glasses of perfumed essence into the swirling water. The two girls looked up from their task at the arrival of their mistress. They curtsied politely and returned to their task. They wore the same black dresses, white aprons, frilly collars and stockings as the other girls, but had rolled up their sleeves so they could mix the essence into the warm water. Their long, slender limbs dipped into the water to create a spiralling whirlpool.

Lizbeth directed Angie to the chair that faced the mirrors, seating her and standing behind her. The little girl looked no less filthy and miserable now that she was in the warmth and opulence of the Lovemore Manor. Some colour had returned to her pale face, but until the grime was off and she’d been given a proper scrub, it was impossible to really tell.
Lizbeth picked at Angie’s hair. Holding up a dirty clump of it and examining the girl’s scalp. She was mostly vermin free but her hair was beyond saving, Lizbeth decided. She had seen better and she had seen worse, but knew that the best solution would be get rid of everything and start from scratch.

She picked up a sharp knife from the table, examined the cleanliness of the blade and how it menaced in the candle light, then brought the blade to the girl’s hair. She sliced away long strands of dirty hair, dropping them to the floor until it formed a small pile of filthy, chunky matter that almost seemed to move on its own. When the girl’s hair was brought down to a short, uneven crop, Lizbeth brought in the scissors and cut away what was left. When she was done, the girl’s hair was cut down to a short fuzz. The vermin that had lived there were complaining earnestly about the sudden clear-cutting of their home, but they would soon be washed away for good.

Angie looked into the mirror, a little miserable, a little confused and a little curious. She touched her head, feeling the bristles of short hair where had once been something approximating a dirty mop. She ran her hand back and forth over it several times. This was another common reaction Lizbeth had noticed among the girls whose heads she’d had to shave. It must have been an interesting feeling because they did it for weeks until the hair started to regrow.

‘There we go; a little cleaner,’ Lizbeth cooed, brushing the girl’s head playfully.

‘It feels funny,’ Angie said, touching her bald head for the first time.

‘It’ll grow back. Don’t worry, sweetheart. Now let’s get rid of those clothes, shall we?’

Angie seemed to tense up at this suggestion. She grabbed her dirty dress and held onto it tightly.

‘No! I only have one,’ she pleaded, shaking her head desperately.

‘Oh, sweetie. I’ll give you lots of dresses. Just like the ones everyone else is wearing,’ Lizbeth said, pointing at the girls who were still busy preparing the bath.

Angie still looked hesitant. The dress clearly meant something to her. Maybe it had been a gift from her parents. Lizbeth felt sorry for the girl, that she should treasure such rotten clothes. But, they had to come off. She knelt in front of the girl, looking into her overly large and helpless eyes.

‘How about this: If you let me get rid of this dress, I promise to buy you whatever new dress you want,’ she smiled sweetly.
Angie thought out it for a moment before slowly lowering her hands and releasing the dress. Lizbeth stood her up, pushed the chair away and began to cut off the dirty clothes that covered the girl’s little body. She cut one line with her scissors from the muddy hem of Angie’s skirt, up her side and ended at the armpit. Then she cut another line from the shoulder to the collar. With one tug the dress came off and Angie was naked. The girl hid herself quickly, wrapping her arms around her body, which amused Lizbeth.

‘Relax, Angie. There’s nothing to be ashamed of here. You’re not the only naked one in the room,’ Lizbeth said, pointing towards the two girls preparing the bath.

Violet and Marcella had finished with the bath and were now undressing each other. They had brought the divan to edge of the bath and were sitting on it as they undressed. They were down to just their stockings and garters when Angie looked over at them. Their pale bodies glowing in the warm light of the candles.

Violet, the older of the two, was fourteen years old and well into puberty. Her nipples had developed into pert, pink tops at the peak of her swelling white breasts. Between her legs was a thin splash of dark colour. Her black hair fell across her attractive, young face that was changing from the softness of youth, to the harder lines and curves of womanhood. Marcella was twelve and had yet to make that first step towards adulthood. Her body more closely resembled Angie’s, but well-fed and cared for. She was thin, flat-chested and the curves of her hips had yet to take shape. The reddish-brown hair on her head was the only hair on her flawlessly alabaster body.

The girls removed their stockings and garters and stood beside the bath, hands held in front of them, covering the tight, pink slits between their legs. They waited patiently.

‘Come now, into the bath,’ Lizbeth said, leading Angie towards the large pond in the centre of the room.

The girl slipped into the water, unsure at first but once she felt the warmth of the water, she practically melted into it. The bath was so deep that if Angie stood in the centre, the water would reach up to her neck. Instead, she sat on the underwater ledge that surrounded the bath, with the water coming up to her undeveloped breasts. With a nod of approval from Lizbeth, the other two girls slipped into the water and surrounded Angie. Once again, the young girl tensed up and covered her exposed self with her hands. She shrunk into the water and tried to timidly move away from the other girls, but they approached her from both sides.

‘Don’t worry, sweetheart. This is part of joining the academy,’ Lizbeth cooed, as she watched.

Angie relaxed a little, trusting Lizbeth but remaining on edge and visibly uncomfortable. They all looked that way at first, Lizbeth thought, remembering the faces of the many girls who she had brought here for this little ceremony. It was a delicate moment that had to be played out perfectly right. She would have to judge the situation carefully, reading Angie’s reactions and expressions to fine tune the moment to suit her. That was why she had ordered Violet and Marcella to assist. They were both very good girls who responded well to direction and reaction. They were gentle too, which was important for the smaller girls like Angie. Lizbeth had trained them well and knew from experience they would perform exactly how she wanted.

Seating herself on the divan, she lay her face in her hand as she watched the three girls bathe.

If Violet and Marcella were an orchestra, then Lizbeth, laying on the divan at the edge of the bath, was their conductor. Together, they made wonderful music with small Angie.

Violet and Marcella stood either side of Angie, cupping handfuls of hot water over her bony shoulders, washing away dirt and grime from Angie’s skin, revealing more pallid skin underneath. Their small, nimble hands caressed Angie’s body up and down, washing her neck, arms, chest, belly and thighs. When their hands started to wash the inside of her thighs, close to the hairless mound and tight lips, Angie shied away again.

With a nod, Lizbeth told Violet to press on with just a bit more pressure. Violet moved behind Angie, gently placing her hand under Angie’s chin, lifting her head up and back. Violet’s naked, wet body pressed against Angie’s back. Angie’s scrawny body fit into Violet’s more curvaceous form like a small spoon into a larger one. Marcella took Angie’s front, using her own body to rub Angie down. Two flat chests rubbed against each other, wet and glistening in the candle light. Angie stood still, looking at the artwork on the ceiling as four hands explored and caressed her. She flinched slightly when Violet’s hand snaked over her smooth mouth and found the warm, soft flesh between her legs. Lizbeth could see the expression on Angie’s face: fear and confusion. She decided now was the time for her to take over.
It took Lizbeth a moment to undress and she had to do it gracelessly. Normally she had a small team of girls to dress and undress her, so without them the result was a torn corset and ripped stockings, but they could be replaced.

Lizbeth stood on the edge of the bath, nude except for her hair ornaments and jewellery, and stepped into the bath. The hot water wetted the trimmed dark hair between her thighs. She brought a handful of water to her chest and let it spill down her swollen and sensitive breasts. The hot water felt amazing on her nipples and she couldn’t help but run her fingers over them as she watched Violet and Marcella rubbed their lithe bodies against Angie. The smallest girl had started moaning softly as she was squeezed and her body caressed. Marcella had lifted her knee between Angie’s legs so the small girl was forced to grind against it.

The three slim, pale bodies writhing together in the hot water brought a smile to Lizbeth’s face and she licked her red lips in excitement. She felt hot, both inside and out. The water, the steam and the girls all swirled in her mind, igniting deep passions in her belly and creating fantasies that frolicked across her imagination. Her eyes settled on Violet’s developing chest. Her breasts were still small but they were growing. She could see the potential in them, knowing one day soon they’ll be large, soft orbs at her disposal. She came up behind Violet, taking her small breasts in her hands. They were a little too small to fit into her palms but they were soft and sensitive. She rested her chin on Violet’s shoulder as she squeezed, pinched and flicked the young girl’s flat nipples. She moved one hand up to take Violet by the neck, holding her firmly but not roughly. Her other hand went down to sample what lay between Violet’s firm thighs. Lizbeth could feel the thicker, viscous fluid of sex flowing from the girl’s teenage quim even though it was under water.
When she had elicited a satisfactory moan from Violet’s lips, she moved the girl aside and took her place behind Angie. She pushed her wet breasts into the back of Angie’s head until she felt the prickle of short hair against her sternum. Her hardening nipples pressed and flattened against the back of Angie’s shoulders as Lizbeth’s hands ran up and down the girl’s bony body.

Angie trembled under Lizbeth’s touch. Her thin body squirmed and tensed as she was enveloped by Lizbeth’s arms. The older woman planted kisses along Angie’s neck, beginning at the shoulder and ending behind her ear. Her tongue snaked over the girl’s pale skin, tasting her and driving herself up into a heady sexual high. She held herself back, wanting to unleash herself on her newest pupil but also wanting to drive herself further up, higher and higher. The bumpy road was always more fun than the castle, she reminded herself.

Violent and Marcella were kissing each other now. Their tongues snaked in and out of each other’s mouths as their fingers explored and dived into wet, pink depths. Angie and Lizbeth watched them.

‘They’re my best students when it comes to kissing. Look at them,’ Lizbeth whispered into Angie’s ear.

Her hand cupped Angie’s swelling mons, feeling the heat throbbing from it. She caressed and stroked it gently as she watched her two girls kiss and touch one another.

‘See how they use their tongues? It’s the French way and a personal favourite of mine. I taught them both how to do it so I can just watch,’ Lizbeth whispered.

‘It’s… strange,’ said Angie.

‘Perhaps at first, like many things. It time, everyone learns to love it. That, and so much else. Would you like me to teach you?’

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																Lesson I: Kissing

Angie sat on the ledge of the bath, her hands between her knees and her legs held firmly shut. Her eyes were fixed on the lesson in front of her. Sitting on the ledge opposite her, Lady Lizbeth Lovemore was sitting with Violet and Marcella on either arm. Both young girls were kissing the older woman’s neck lovingly, like they depended on the flavour of her skin to survive. Violet was also groping at Lizbeth’s left breast, her fingers working the erect, pink nipple at the centre.

‘Observe…’ Lizbeth said, taking Marcella’s chin in her hand.

She drew the girl’s face towards her, tilting her head just slightly to the right as Marcella’s went to the left. Their lips locked and held for just a moment, parting with a gentle, wet pop.

‘Did you see?’ Lizbeth asked.

Angie nodded her head.

‘Again, this time with stages,’ Lizbeth said. ‘First, tilt the head gently to the side. This is to allow a greater closeness and so noses do not touch,’ she explained, repeating the tilt action.

‘Next, close the distance.’ She bright Marcella’s face closer to her, stopping when there was just the width of two fingers between them.
‘Here, open lips just a fraction and come together.’ Lizbeth opened her lips ever so slightly, just so they weren’t sealed. Marcella copied her. After a moment, Lizbeth closed the gap and their lips met, then separated.

‘The lips should stack slightly but not completely,’ she explained. ‘Her lower lip, my lower lip, her upper lip, my upper lip’. Lizbeth kissed Marcella again to demonstrate how their lips met.

‘When lips have only just touched, do you pucker them slightly. Not out here,’ Lizbeth explained, taking her face away from Marcella and puckering her lips to resemble a duck’s face. ‘Only here,’ she said, bringing her lips all the back to Marcella’s.

‘This is a dry kiss, not a wet kiss, but there must be just a touch of wetness to it when your inner lips touch,’ Lizbeth said, placing the tip of her finger of the inner part of her lower lip and another finger on the same spot on Marcella’s upper lip.

Angie nodded and swallowed the saliva that had built up in her mouth for some unknown reason. She licked her lips and touched the softer, inner area that was pointed out to her.

‘That’s right,’ said Lizbeth. ‘Now, you hold the kiss for just a second. This is a short kiss, but it can be longer if you want. Generally, I would say only a second or two for short kisses and five seconds at most for this type of kiss,’ Lizbeth explained.
She exchanged several more kisses with young Marcella, making the same wet popping sound at the end of each kiss. Then she turned to Violet, took her by the chin and pulled her into another kiss.

‘Now it’s your turn,’ Lizbeth said, looking at Angie with a smile. She gently pulled Angie across the bath and into her embrace.
Angie now sat on Lizbeth’s knee, facing Marcella. At Lizbeth’s instruction, Marcella gently rested her hands on Angie’s narrow waist, digging her thumbs into the girl’s hip bones, and moved in for a kiss.

Angie was nervous and when her lips met Marcella’s, they were trembling. Marcella giggled when the kiss broke. Lizbeth giggled too and gave Angie a little hug.

‘Good, good. Not bad for a first try,’ she said, stroking Angie’s bare head. ‘Let’s try again. This time, just close your eyes and let Marcella do the work.’

Angie did as she was told. She shut her eyes and waited for the kiss to come. She focused on what her lips were doing when Marcella’s landed on her. Marcella came in for another kiss, then another and another until Lizbeth stopped her.
‘Very good, very good. Now try with Violet. I think you’re the getting the hang of it,’ Lizbeth said, a smile plastered across her face.
Angie turned to face Violet, who quickly pulled the young girl into a kiss. Violet was rougher than Marcella. Her kisses were more insistent and came at her harder and faster. Violet’s hands didn’t stay on Angie’s hips either, they came up across her chest and held her neck. Nimble fingers wrapped around the small girl’s scrawny neck, squeezing just hard enough for her to feel it, but not enough to cause distress. Violet’s kisses were less predictable. They didn’t land on the same spot twice and she tilted her head from side to side with each kiss. Angie felt herself giving into Violet, letting the older girl dictate the angle of her head, the length of each kiss and their frequency.

Lizbeth stood behind Marcella as they both watched Angie and Violet kiss. The older woman’s hands ran up and down the girl’s chest, from her belly to her neck, lingering on the small, developing breasts. She rested her chin on Marcella’s shoulder, kissing the girl’s neck softly. Marcella’s hand hovered over her pussy, stroking it lightly as she watched.

‘I think she’s had enough now, Violet,’ Lizbeth said a moment later. ‘Let’s move on to the next lesson’.

Violet broke away from Angie, wiping her mouth. Angie touched her lips. They felt strange, almost numb. She felt very warm, not just because of the water. The heat was coming from within, squirming in her stomach. It was unlike anything she’d felt before, but it felt good and she wanted to chase it to see where it led.

‘Now, Angie. Pay attention, because now we’re going to learn a more advanced technique,’ said Lizbeth. ‘Watch…’

Lizbeth turned her head to Marcella. She opened her mouth, tilting to one side. Marcella copied her, then they came together. Angie saw their tongue slide into each other’s mouths, intertwining and fighting in the small gap between them. When they came apart, a long string of saliva trailed from Marcella’s mouth. She licked her lips, bringing the silvery string into her mouth hungrily. Lizbeth turned to Violet and repeated the action. Violet was more eager, as she had been with Angie.

Angie was shocked when she saw Violet let her tongue hang out of her mouth, dripping with spit, then Lizbeth lick the spit off. She inched closer to see better. Lizbeth noticed this and turned her eyes to Angie as she kissed Violet. She held Violet by the neck, tilting the girl’s head back as she leaned over. Lizbeth winked at Angie as she let a long string of saliva fall from between her lips, into Violet’s open mouth. The young girl swallowed it gladly, opening her mouth for more. Lizbeth wiped what was left from her chin, then approached Angie, pulling her into the group.

‘Did you like what you saw?’ she asked, licking her lips hungrily, like a cat who’s just found a juicy, lazy, mouse.

Angie nodded her head, unsure. The heat inside her was growing hotter and she would do whatever Lizbeth said.

‘This one is a little complicated, but once you understand the basics, you can play around with it a lot more. It’s much more versatile, you see? It starts like this…’ Lizbeth explained.

She brought Marcella back into the fold, bring her mouth close to the young girl’s. ‘Come in like you would for the first kiss. Don’t bring your tongue out until you’re this close…’ she said, touching the tip of her nose to Marcella’s. ‘Not out here…’ She brought her face away and stuck her tongue out. ‘You are not a hound. You’re not trying to lick her face, you want to touch your tongue to hers. Understand?’

Angie nodded.

‘None of this…’ Lizbeth said and dragged her tongue across Marcella’s face, starting from her chin and ending between the girl’s eyes. ‘You start soft and go from there’.

Angie nodded again. Moving closer for the next demonstration.

‘When tongues meet, it should be between your mouth and hers. Don’t force your tongue where it shouldn’t be. Once tongues have met, then you decide where they will go: your mouth or hers,’ Lizbeth explained, holding Mercella by the chin as she spoke.

She pulled the young girl into another kiss, slowly playing it out for Angie to watch. Her long tongue met Marcella’s, then gently pushed against it until it vanished into Marcella’s mouth. Lizbeth held the girl by the neck as her tongue explored her mouth, running along teeth and caressing gums.

Lizbeth licked her lips again when she broke the kiss and turned to Angie. ‘You see?’

She didn’t wait for Angie to reply, before taking Violet by the back and the head and pulling her into another deep kiss, pulling the girl’s tongue into her mouth. The kiss ended with a deep sigh.

‘Now your turn,’ she said, pulling Angie towards her gently. She caressed the girl’s face, playing with Angie’s thin lips with her thumb.
Angie tried to stay calm and remember her instructions as Lizbeth’s tongue slipped into her mouth and began to explore. She felt her saliva mixing with Lizbeth’s. She could taste the older woman. She could smell her skin. She tried to fight against Lizbeth’s tongue with her own, but her tongue was small and weak compared to the strong and experience opponent now occupying her mouth. They kissed until Angie couldn’t breath and had to regretfully push herself away.

‘Breath through your nose, sweetheart,’ Lizbeth told her, pulling her in for another kiss.

Lizbeth held the girl closely, wrapping her arms around Angie’s scrawny body, spooning hot water over the girl’s back. Violet and Marcella had paired off and were kissing and touch each other nearby. They only stopped when Lizbeth pulled them in and the four of them began to exchange deep, wet kisses. Lizbeth moved from Angie to Marcella to Violet and back to Angie. Angie was passed around like a doll, each person in the bath having her for a turn. She was caressed, groped, stroked and more. When it came to an end, she was shaking with a pent-up energy she’d never felt before. Her stomach was aching for something other than food. She didn’t know what, but she needed… something. She needed it desperately. Her mouth was wet with three flavours of saliva.

Lizbeth was panting too. Her face was flushed and her eyes were fixed on Angie.

‘We’re going to have to end lessons for now. I can’t take this anymore,’ she panted, running her fingers through her damp hair. ‘Violet, Marcella, give Angie her reward’.

Lizbeth fell into the water, submerging herself up to her neck at the edge of the pool. Her hands caressed her body under the water as her two young assistants came together around Angie.

Violet and Marcella pressed their bodies against Angie, squeezing her between them. Violet was in front, rubbing her small breasts and pert nipples against Angie’s flat chest, while Marcella slid her hand between Angie’s legs from behind and began to press the bald slit she found there. Angie was moaning in bliss seconds later. Her mind was completely overwhelmed by the sensations cascading through her body. Lizbeth sat back and watched as her newest student was brought to orgasm for the first time.

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															Lesson II: Masturbation

Angie was happy. Truly happy for the first time in her life. She was lying in the middle of a large bed, big enough for every girl in the academy to find a place, her bare skin rubbing against warm, silk sheets while her stomach gladly digested the first full meal it had ever experienced. At dinner, sitting beside Lizbeth, she was introduced to the other girls of the academy as they sat around the dinner table.
Each girl; Violet, Marcella, Jacklynn, Rebekah, Sara, Oxa, Marina, Elouise, Anna, Lorraine, Alara and Eve, formerly welcomed her to the academy with a kiss.

She had a plate loaded with roast beef, potatoes, fresh vegetables and gravy. It was hot, plentiful and delicious beyond Angie’s understanding. She ate until she was full, then ate more. She savoured every bite, as if it would be her last.

Now, lying in a warm bed, she enjoyed the splendid bliss of total satisfaction. The tingle in her belly from the excitement in the bath still lingered. It was late now, but she didn’t feel tired. Her small heart was beating quickly as she watched Lizbeth walk around the room, preparing for bed. Lizbeth was nude except for the ornaments she wore in her hair. Her body was curvaceous and full. Her hips, smooth and wide, swayed from side to side as she walked. Her breasts, milky-white orbs of soft flesh that sagged just enough to give them some bounce with each step. Between her legs was a small patch of smooth black hair.

She walked around, blowing out candles until only a few around the bed were left alight. Now standing in the gloom, her pale skin tinged a warm orange by the candle light, she approached the bed and slipped in next to Angie. She pulled the skinny girl into an embrace, wrapping her leg around Angie’s and kissing her deeply. She tested the girl’s practice from earlier and was pleased with the result.

‘Good girl,’ she cooed, stroking Angie’s prickly short hair.

‘Are you ready for another lesson?’ she asked.

Angie nodded.

‘Did you like what Violet and Marcella did to you earlier?’

Angie blushed and felt the warmth in her belly return at the memory of the bath. Lizbeth grinned and tightened her embrace. Her large breasts and erect, pink nipples were pushed into Angie’s face.

‘I’m going to teach you how to do that now, alright?’ Lizbeth said. ‘This is something that everyone here does so you’re going to have to learn and get used to it. I’m just going to teach you a few basics and you’ll learn which style you prefer,’ she explained.
‘Do you do it?’ Angie whispered.

‘Every day,’ Lizbeth giggled. ‘Now, let’s begin’.

She flicked the blanket off the bed, exposing both their naked bodies; Angie’s scrawny, almost sickly pale skin and childish body and Lizbeth’s full, mature form. Lizbeth sat up, resting her back on the bed’s cushioned headboard. She positioned Angie in front of her so the small girl’s back was pressed against Lizbeth’s front. She open Angie’s legs easily and rested her hands in Angie’s lap.
‘Now, do you know what this is?’ Lizbeth asked, casually stroking Angie’s small, pink slit.

‘N-no,’ Angie said, her voice trembling as the warmth in her belly began to heat up again.

‘It’s got lots of names. You can even make up your own if you like. Some girls call it their kitty, cunny, flower, quim, womanhood, vulva. I call mine my mons. It means mound. You see how it looks a little like a hill?’ Lizbeth said, looking down at Angie’s hairless vagina.
She stroked the area where hair would one day grow. Angie looked down too, seeing the place that Lizbeth was referring to. The older woman’s gentle touch was infuriately close to where Angie wanted her to touch. Just a little lower, just a little lower, she wanted to say.

‘Every girl as one. It’s what makes us women. It’s a beautiful, magical thing and you must take care of it. Keep it clean, keep it neat, give it love and it’ll reward you with a lifetime of pleasure,’ Lizbeth said.

She could feel Angie’s mons getting hotter as blood pumped into it. She licked her lips and lowered her fingers so they could explore the wet folds. She was delighted to find a warm, gooey fluid waiting for her. She showed her wet fingers to Angie.

‘Look at you! So much already. You’re going to be so much fun,’ she giggled, kissing Angie’s ear and giving her fingers to the young girl to lick. Angie did so obediently.

‘Now this…’ Lizbeth said, touching the delicate bud at the top of Angie’s tight slit that provoked a sudden twitch and gasp from the young, ‘…is called your clitoris. It’s only reason for existing is for pleasure. This is the magic button. See?’ She pressed down on Angie’s clit, forcing another gasp from the girl.

Lizbeth giggled and went back to caressing Angie’s vulva in long, delicate strokes. There was a knock on the door that made Angie jump, but Lizbeth calmed her and told the arrival to come in.

Eve was a tall girl, slender and graceful with hair like black silk. She was the oldest girl in the academy, at 16 years old and had been a student of Lizbeth’s for 7 years. She was dressed in a long silk robe that swirled around her legs as she walked into the room and approached the bed. She stopped to curtsy at the edge of the bed.

‘Good evening, ma’am,’ she said with a smile.

‘Good evening, Eve. Please join us,’ Lizbeth replied.

Eve dropped her robe, revealing her full, nude body. She was more like Angie than Lizbeth. Her hips were narrow and her hip bones and ribs were visible under her ghostly pale skin. Like Angie, she was hairless between her legs. She crawled onto the bed, walking on her hands and knees towards Angie and Lizbeth. Lizbeth greeted her with a kiss. Tongue’s met, saliva was exchanged and the lesson began.
‘Position one, please, Eve,’ Lizbeth said, playing with one of Angie’s nipples as she settled in to watch.

Eve lay on her back, her head resting at the foot of the bed and her legs spread open. Her narrow, graceful fingers began to work, first gently rubbing her moistening labia, warming herself up for what would follow. Angie watched intently as the older girl played with herself until her lips were glistening with excitement. Eve’s fingers began to run up and down the separation of her lips, coating them in cum. Her other hand played with her breasts, massaging them and pinching her nipples. She ground her hips against her fingers, moaning gently as she worked herself towards a frenzy.

‘You see she’s getting into it now,’ Lizbeth whispered into Angie’s ear. ‘She’s my favourite to watch. She just loves it you can really feel the excitement’.

Eve was squirming on the bed now. Her feet were brushing the silk sheets, clutching and releasing it as she spiralled upward higher and higher.

‘Both hands now, Eve,’ Lizbeth ordered.

Eve bit her lip and nodded obediently. She removed her hand from her breast and brought her knees up to her chest. With her right hand, she opened her delicate labia so the fingers on her left hand could access the sensitive interior. She toyed with her clit and the pink lips inside her wet pussy. Angie could see it twitch and flex as Eve played with it. She was memorised by it. Her eyes were wide and locked in place.

‘Position two now,’ Lizbeth said.

Eve stopped, sighing in frustration. Lizbeth knew Eve well enough to read the signs of an approaching orgasm. She was timing it deliberately to interrupt her every time she got too close to her threshold.

Eve rolled onto her stomach with her knees folded up underneath her and her cheek pressed against the cool sheets. Her right hand was underneath her, teasing and stroking her soaking pussy from underneath but now her left hand had found a new toy. She inserted the middle finger of her left hand into the tight, pink hole behind her pussy. It slipped in to the first knuckle while two fingers on her right hand were plunging deeply into her pussy. She bounced her backside on her fingers as she rode herself to orgasm. This time, Lizbeth didn’t interrupt.

‘You see? She’s going crazy now, but this is just a warm up. There’s more after this,’ she whispered.

Lizbeth and Angie watched as Eve came. Fluid gushed from her pussy as she frantically fingered herself. Her anus flexed and twitched as her middle finger probed deeper and deeper.

When she was done, Eve rolled onto her back, panting heavily and stroking herself soothingly.

((More to come))