Private Tuition (23 page)

Again the professor motioned her to turn around. Slowly and deliberately Paula moved, displaying her slim back and taut buttocks to the baying crowd. The surges forcing through her were so strong the she felt she might orgasm just showing herself off. She wanted this to go on, to drink in the heady sensations and to experience the terrific charge for longer.

A thin cane was passed to the professor. He tapped her thigh with it, an air of command about him, his cock now stiff, he was as excited as she was. Thoughts of him having sex with her in front of the crowd entered her mind; she almost came at this thought, gasping loudly from her soft red lips as she controlled her growing excitement. Her pulsing vulva cried out to be touched and to receive the satisfaction that it required.

"Kneel,” the professor ordered, his voice thick. He cleared his throat and repeated the word more forcefully.

Paula knelt down facing out over the audience. She rested the palms of her hands flat on the rough boards in front of her, smiling as she arched her back on all fours, her backside presented high in the air, her pert breasts dangling down, nothing hidden from all of the prying eyes that roamed her nakedness.

A stinging blow struck across her buttocks, sudden and painful, but so very sweet was the pain she felt. Paula's face twisted in agony, her mouth dropping open, a low roar of approval from the crowd followed almost immediately.

"Turn bitch!” the professor shouted at her in excitement, and landed another savage blow to her soft flesh. A terrific cry echoed around the room, as if each blow would bring its own chorus of delight from the watching crowd. Paula shuffled around on all fours; more gasps of delight were heard as her exposed buttocks and pussy were faced outwards.

The Principal called the room to silence by banging his staff on the hollow boards. He walked forwards to the edge of the platform opposite.

"Stand!” the professor snapped urgently at Paula. “Always stand in the presence of the Principal."

Paula stood, a little disappointed as she had been enjoying the way her posing had brought all the cocks in the hall stiffly to attention, they all wanted her, to touch and to grope, to rub against and to enter her young fresh body, she loved it.

"May I remind the honourable Elder,” the Principal's voice boomed in the silence, “that correction, exciting as it may be, is not to be carried out until after the initiation has been completed."

The professor bowed his head slightly in acknowledgement of his error in the heat of the excitement. The Principal took his seat again and the chanting began.

"Ride the rodeo, ride the rodeo, ride the rodeo!"

The whole crowd was chanting as one voice, Paula noted the smile on the professor's lips below the mask. He pulled on the leash, bringing Paula to stand to one side of the catwalk and then raised his other arm high in the air as a signal. A terrific roar went up from the excited audience and all eyes moved to the curtain behind them. Paula turned to watch as the curtains of the stage began to slide apart.

The dimmed lighting was raised to near natural light in the huge room and the object of interest became visible. Paula felt a surge of sexual interest and excitement force through her as she saw what the velvet curtains had hidden. Her body shuddered involuntarily, sending tingling sensations of anticipation to every part of her. Paula swallowed hard, her mouth dry and eyes wide at the spectacle before her.

Two naked, hooded men began pushing the great beast out along the catwalk towards Paula. A full sized model horse, such as could be found on display in a saddler's shop. Brown velvet covered, it looked so very realistic. Tall and strong, it looked every bit as though it were a real horse standing still on its base.

As the beast came nearer Paula could see the leather saddle and reins fitted to the model. A normal riding saddle but with one addition, a huge latex dildo stuck up straight from the centre of the saddle. Long and thick, it looked awesome, the size of the horse making the dildo look smaller than it actually was.

The horse now reached the end of the catwalk. The two men adjusted the clamps that lowered the base over the rubber wheels to rest firmly on the floor of the catwalk. An electric lead was connected to the base and the men stood back behind the model horse. The silence in the room added to a slight feel of uncertainty that flashed through Paula. The height of the great beast concerned her, the saddle being a little above her eye level.

The professor moved forwards and began coating the dildo with a slippery lubricant, his fingers circling and stroking the glistening liquid over the huge phallus. It seemed strange to Paula to see a man stroking a cock in such a fashion.

Strong hands gripped her calves and thighs. The two men had grabbed her from behind, lifting her upwards and forwards over the rear of the horse to hover open-legged above the huge dildo. A low moan and muttering rippled through the audience as she was slowly lowered down onto it.

Paula gasped at the first contact of the head of the dildo on the tender inner lips of her pussy. She gripped the hairy mane of the horse with both hands as the great head of the dildo began to enter her, stretching and forcing her aching, swollen labia tightly around its great girth. Up and up it went, filling her as she was slowly lowered onto it. Slightly painfully and a little uncomfortable, she felt it slipping up inside her wet interior. A round of applause sounded as she was finally fully down on the saddle and the men released her legs. She sat proudly, high above the crowd, her back straight and head up, her internal muscles adjusting to the huge cock-like dildo inside her.

"Grip the reins, slut!” the professor snapped in the silence. The crowd responded with a chant that started and stopped almost immediately. “Slut! slut! slut!"

Paula felt stretched. Thighs wide apart astride the great beast, she moved to grip the reins as instructed. The dildo inside her pressed against her soft insides as she leaned forwards to reach them. Blood pumped through her in excited anticipation of what was to come. She felt close to orgasm, but strangely distant from it at the same time. It was like experiencing a prolonged and mild orgasm whilst not actually doing anything. It excited her so very much, as did the watching crowd and the many stiff cocks that she could see. She pushed her breasts outwards once again, wallowing in the attention being lavished upon her. The hardened nipples erect and prominent, dark with the blood that was filling them with excitement.

The jolt took her by surprise, the great beast moved, a whirr of an electric motor bucked it forwards, jerking her hips. Her hard clitoris crushed against the firm leather horn of the saddle, sending spears of electric sensation ripping through her. Paula gripped the great body with her knees and held the reins tightly as the beast bucked again. The jarring of her hips made the dildo inside her touch each and every part of her soft tender interior, bringing new and wonderful sensations and feelings flooding through her slim young body.

The motor set a steady rhythm for the horse, the beast bucked forwards and then back, first crushing her mons against the front, then her soft buttocks against the back. All the time the dildo played against her wet interior to add to the delightful feelings. Steady and regular was the rhythm now, her hips bucking in a regular fashion, Paula imagined it was just as riding a real horse would be as the beast walked along. With each buck of the horse, her slim frame was jarred, her pert breasts jiggling and wobbling tantalisingly.

Paula began losing herself in the pleasure that she felt, one or two men in the crowd had gripped their rigid cocks and were squeezing or wanking themselves as they watched her ride the great beast. Combined with the heady and sensual feelings and the silent interest the crowd was taking, Paula felt the first flutters of orgasm begin the ripple through her. Her mouth opened, the soft red lips parting to allow her gasps of pleasure to escape, her eyes half closed as the steady rhythm brought her nearer. The dildo inside firm and big, touched every part of the soft wet cavern that stretched tightly around it.

Paula sighed loudly in the silence, a great cheer came from the crowd. Her body stiffened and she came, panting heavily as her body was racked with the waves of sensation that her climax brought to her. Her knees gripped hard on the fur-like velvet, her buttocks clenched and her grip on the reins whitened her knuckles. She whimpered and shuddered as the orgasm came to its peak, her head slumping forwards at the final part.

The crowd went wild, cheering and clapping, shouting their approval and delight at her climax. For some minutes the noise continued and then suddenly died down to leave the room in silence. The bucking of the horse had not stopped, the rhythm continued as Paula regained her composure and raised her head. One woman in the audience was on her knees sucking at a man's stiff cock, Paula cast a look around the room, all were excited and all giving the occasional squeeze to their aching cocks.

The sound of the motor changed and the bucking of the beast became faster, crushing Paula's tender clitoris hard against the saddle.

"Oh God no!” she cried aloud as the dildo inside her rubbed cruelly against her tender interior. The motor noise changed again in pitch and the pace of the bucking increased again. Paula struggled to grip the reins with her knees to stay on the beast. Again and again the cruel banging of her clitoris sent delightful but painful spears of pleasure searing through her. So fast the beast moved now that she was lifted from the saddle slightly with each forward thrust and brought hard down again on the backwards thrust. Her hips ached as the pace increased.

The audience was muttering and moaning aloud at the show, excited comments of encouragement filled the air. Faster the great beast moved, Paula gripped tightly and moved with the beast, she was sweating, her forehead wet and her slim body covered with a fine coat of damp perspiration.

A chant began in the crowd. “Dirty bitch, dirty bitch, dirty bitch."

It became hypnotic to Paula, the movements of the horse and the noise combined to produce a heady swimming atmosphere that she began to lose herself in. A stinging cut of the thin cane across her moving buttocks brought a loud scream from her, the excruciating pain filling her thoughts, the professor slashed the cane onto her again, tears filled her eyes as she rode the beast.

Again and again the cane bit savagely into her soft flesh, bringing to her another element of sensation to add to those she was experiencing. She was building again, her body thrilling to the mix of pain and humiliation, the sexual humiliation in front of so many people.

She rode the beast, gripping the reins like an expert jockey, raising herself slightly by pressing her feet into the stirrups. The cane continued to find the exposed flesh of her buttocks, cutting harshly into the reddened flesh. Paula was panting now, hungry and greedily, her body needing the release for the second time. The pounding movement of the horse and her pain urged her on. The crowd watched spellbound as she rode it onwards, faster and harder she crashed down on the saddle, her peak now in sight.

The cane bit again into her, the pain now had turned to sheer pleasure, she welcomed the strokes with an animal-like need.

"Oh God yes! Yes!” she cried out several times. “Yes, yes, YES!” The frenzy that she was showing stunned the crowd. She was a bitch, she felt it, she didn't care. She needed her orgasm; she worked towards it, calling it to her as she rode.

Through her half-closed eyes she saw the wanking man come, his sperm shooting out in great spurts. It was too much for Paula, her head threw back and her body tensed rigid, upright and back in the saddle. She screamed loudly, like an animal in pain, a strangled and wild cry as she came. Her body was racked with convulsions of pleasure during her climax. She bucked her hips, urging the movement and orgasm onwards, pulling hard on the leather reins, trying to induce more and longer sensations...

The motor stopped running and Paula slumped forwards to rest her head and chest on the hairy mane of the horse. She was drained and sated, fulfilled and so very completely satisfied, could she have believed that sex could be so good as this. Whimpering softly to herself she drank in the thunderous applause that filled the barn.

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Louise lay naked on her bed in the apartment. She had missed Paula, but had thought of her as she came to her climax. More than that, those thoughts had induced the orgasm. Her fantasy had included the lovely Paula—in all sorts of ways.

Louise slowly withdrew the warm wet dildo from her pussy. She curled her hand around the great shaft and marvelled at just how warm it felt. It had been good, pushing up inside herself, filling her and bringing her to a shattering orgasm that had left her slightly breathless but needing more. She was hooked, completely hooked, she realised the fact. Pain and suffering were welcome now as an addition to the high sexual peaks she reached when being abused and humiliated.

There was still that burning need in her to tease and to be desired, natural enough for an attractive girl, she thought. Louise began licking her wet juices from the huge black dildo, her tongue working in long sensual strokes down it long length.

She had to try to think of a way of combining both being controlled and controlling others. Paula had virtually given up trying to take control, sure she said that she was working on it, but not fast enough for Louise's liking.

The dildo was in her mouth now and Louise was moving her mouth on it as she would a real one, wishing that it was just that a real live cock.

She would have to go it alone she decided, placing the dildo next to her on the bed and snuggling herself into a more comfortable position. Paula would, or could as she pleased, either join her or stay out. Louise was determined to exercise some of the control that she loved and at that particular moment, she needed it so very badly. It was one thing to bring herself off, but quite another to be able to show her body off to a man and get him hard. No dildo in the world could give those sorts of feelings.