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Tamara giggled, and climbed back up on the desk, next to Nadia, whom she took in her arms and kissed. Both women were locked in a long, slow, pa.s.sionate kiss for a while, as the camera continued to snap pictures of them.

Finally, they separated, running their hands softly over each other's bodies, and Tamara looked at Mason. "We can do more, if you want."

Mason grinned widely. "Okay. I've got a few extra rolls of film, if you want to fill them up."

Nadia giggled. "I'd love to stay, but I've got stuff I should do." She kissed Tamara again, jumping off the desk. She leaned down to kiss each of Tamara's b.r.e.a.s.t.s, then down further to bestow a kiss on her p.u.s.s.y. She giggled as she heard the camera click, and turned. Picking up her discarded clothes from the floor, she stepped over to Talor, and kissed him a long moment, then she walked over to Mason, kissing him. "I had a lot of fun. We should do this more often." She began to dress.

Talor watched her, grinning. "Yeah. We should."



Nadia smiled, stepping towards the door. "Well, if you want to find me, I dance at Club Sorcery."

Mason and Talor chuckled. "We'll look you up."

Nadia giggled, waved and left.

Tamara grinned. "She's a lot of fun," she said softly, enjoying the roving of the two men's eyes as she laid back on the desk. She arced her back, and slid a finger inside herself. "Let's fill up those rolls of film."

Mason laughed, moving the camera closer, zooming in on Tamara's finger, slipping in and out of her p.u.s.s.y. She added another, and pretty soon, her entire hand was sliding in and out of her.

Talor chuckled softly as Mason snapped pictures.

THE HEADMASTER'S OFFICE.

The door closed soundlessly behind Alena. Dahren was behind his desk but rose as she entered.

"Admiral," she said, saluting.

He chuckled, returning the salute. "At ease, Cadet."

She smiled at him. "I am right in a.s.suming you did not summon me for school business, Dahren."

He grinned, a little surprised. "You are right, Alena." He stepped around his desk and approached her. She watched him with interest. "You've been my student for two years. I've greatly enjoyed having you in my cla.s.s and I think you have enjoyed it as well."

She smiled. "Yes. You have been one of my most favorite instructors."

He put a hand on her shoulder and she looked up at him. He was taller than her, which was saying something, since she stood nearly six feet. "You're eighteen now, right?"

She gave him a sly smile. "You know for a fact that I am. I have been eighteen for three months now."

His hand slid down over her shoulder to her upper arm. "Yes, I know." He pulled her to him, catching her other arm and gazing down into her large, dark emerald eyes. "I've wanted to do this since the first time you walked into my cla.s.sroom." He murmured, lowering his head and kissing her. She pressed into him, moaning softly, opening her lips and meeting his tongue as it thrust into her mouth. He groaned, feeling her body crush against his, her b.r.e.a.s.t.s round and firm against his chest. As he continued to kiss her, he moved his hands from her arms and cupped her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, squeezing them so that she gasped and moaned, squirming against him. Her kisses became deeper and more pa.s.sionate as he rubbed his thumb against her nipples, which had hardened and were straining against the fabric of her tunic.

'If I didn't know better, Alena,' he 'pathed at her, 'I'd say you have done this before.'

Alena moaned louder as he began squeezing and kneading her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, thrusting his tongue in and out of her mouth. 'I haven't.' she sent, 'I have just made a point of learning as much as I can about it.'

He stopped kissing her, chuckling softly. She opened her eyes and looked up at him. "I think you've probably kissed before," he said with a smirk, still caressing her b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

She smiled. "Kissing, yes." She groaned as he squeezed her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, "Fondling, yes. But s.e.x, no. And I know that's why we're here."

Dahren laughed a little, releasing her reluctantly. "Ah. So you have figured me out."

Alena's giggle was low and sultry. She reached up and unclasped the collar of her uniform tunic. "Dahren ... it was so easy to see what you had in mind... I'd already decided the day I met you, that you were going to be the man who would f.u.c.k me first." She continued to unfasten the clasps to her tunic, enjoying the look in Dahren's dark eyes as he watched her open it, revealing her full, round b.r.e.a.s.t.s, covered only by a thin burgundy silk chemise, her nipples taut beneath the fabric. She tossed the tunic onto a nearby chair. "Do you think I don't know that every man on the Privy Council wants to be the first?" She laughed softly.

Dahren grabbed her, pulling her into his arms, kissing her deeply. His hands found her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, pushing the chemise off them, wrapping his big fingers around her soft skin, squeezing and kneading her as she groaned into his mouth. Then he pushed her back, against the desk, his mouth leaving hers and kissing a trail down her chin, her neck to her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. He took a moment to admire them, large for a girl of her age, round and firm, with rose colored nipples. He took one nipple into his mouth and began to suck it. Alena gasped with pleasure, arching her back, pressing her breast into his face. He chuckled softly, sc.r.a.ping his teeth across her sensitive flesh, drawing another gasp from her. His hand left her other breast and slid down, over her stomach, to the waistband of her pants. Deftly unfastening them, he slipped his hand inside. As he suckled her breast, moving to the second one as Alena moaned and wiggled, he slid his hand beneath the thin silken fabric of her panties.

Alena gasped loudly when his fingers found her. He lifted his head and looked at her, smiling. "You're very wet," he said quietly. "Excellent." Gazing at her with interest, he began to explore the smooth, soft wetness between her legs. Alena groaned again, involuntarily bucking her hips up, rubbing against his fingers. With his free hand, he pulled her pants the rest of the way off her hips, they slid down to gather around the tops of her boots. With another deft movement, her burgundy silk panties had joined them. Continually, he rubbed his fingers against her c.l.i.t, the slick wetness making a soft wet sound, which was growing wetter and louder the more he rubbed against her.

Alena, balanced against the edge of his desk, grasped with one hand while she had begun to squeeze and fondle her own b.r.e.a.s.t.s with the other, while trying to thrust against Dahren's hand. This was incredibly enjoyable but the more he played with her, the more she wanted him inside her. Playing with her p.u.s.s.y was something she could do herself and had quite often. She was ready for more than she could do herself. And the key, she knew, was to tell Dahren exactly what she wanted him to do to her.

"I want you inside me," she moaned as he looked towards her to see her reaction. He grinned. "Already?"

"Yes." She took his hand and stopped it, shuddering slightly. "You're very good, but I want f.u.c.ked." She grinned at him, kicking off her boots and everything else with them. Naked, she climbed onto his desk, motioning for him to approach her.

Dahren laughed, walking over to her. She grabbed the hand he had been rubbing against her c.l.i.t and sucked his fingers dry. He swallowed hard and groaned softly. She grinned at him again, then began kissing him. As she kissed him, she quickly unfastened his tunic and pants, then pulled away.

He looked at her curiously.

"Strip," Alena ordered.

Dahren's eyebrows raised at the commanding tone her voice had taken on. "Excuse me?"

Alena leaned back and lounged seductively across his desk, her naked body atop various files, papers and other work he hadn't bothered putting away before she came. She smiled lazily at him. "Do you want to f.u.c.k me or not, Admiral?" she purred.

Dahren grinned and shook his head in amazement. "d.a.m.n right I do, you little tease."

"Then strip. I'm getting anxious."

Dahren quickly divested himself of tunic, boots and pants and they joined Alena's in a pile near the door. He walked over to her, clad only in a pair of black underwear. His acute enjoyment of the entire activity was very apparent to Alena as she let her eyes take him in. He was an older man, a veteran and war hero but still ruggedly handsome and fit. His hair was a warm golden brown, long, bound by a n.o.ble's ponytail and his eyes were the color of dark coffee. She licked her lips slowly as he approached, her breath coming quickly now as she breathed in his spicy, musky, masculine scent.

He stood in front of the desk and Alena slowly sat up. "You're beautiful," she said, licking her lips again. "Perfect."

Dahren wasn't sure what to make of that comment, so he just smiled down at her, his eyes roving over her face, her body, round b.r.e.a.s.t.s, soft stomach, full hips, velvety soft, wet p.u.s.s.y and shapely legs and feet. He let his gaze come back to her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, quivering enticingly with each breath she took.

She reached out and flicked at the underwear he still wore. "You're not done," she said.

"That's because I want you to do it for me," he said quietly, kissing her lips.

Alena smiled, reaching out and pushing his underwear down over his hips. As she did, the hard thickness of his erection came free. The underwear dropped to his feet and Dahren stepped out of them. Alena wet her lips with her tongue involuntarily as she took his entire naked figure in. She had seen naked men before but never up close and she was fascinated. Smiling, Alena made a soft "Mmmm" sound, reaching out to touch the tip of his c.o.c.k. Dahren groaned as her fingers caressed him, sliding down over him to wrap around. She gave another low, sultry giggle and moved her hand up, then down, slowly, watching him for his reaction. He shuddered and groaned, nodding. "Yes," he managed, "Like that."

Alena's smile widened and she began to move her hand a little faster, relishing the louder groan that came from him. "Like this?" she murmured, watching his face.

"Yeah..."

He began thrusting his hips against her hand as she stroked him. She leaned close and breathed warm on the head of his c.o.c.k and he hissed loudly in surprise. Her tongue flitted out and licked him, making him groan louder. "Alena!" he growled, "I don't think you're ready for that yet."

She laughed. "Let me decide what I'm ready for, Dahren," she purred, licking him again. "I know what I'm doing."

Dahren groaned again. "Doing is different from reading ... or watching..." he breathed. "And I don't want to come just yet." He unfastened her fingers from him and stepped back, even though he didn't want to. "Not that I don't like it." He got his breathing under control and smiled at her. She smiled lazily back. "Oh, I understand, Dahren," she said softly.

Dahren chuckled, taking her by a shoulder and pushing her down onto her back on the desk. "I want to f.u.c.k you first," he whispered, quickly straddling her. He kissed her again as he parted her legs, probing her p.u.s.s.y with his c.o.c.k. She groaned, squirming, opening her legs wide to allow him better access. He moved until he slid up against the entrance to her p.u.s.s.y. She gasped softly and he thrust into her with one strong, hard push. Alena's hips bucked up against him and she cried out as her body stretched to accommodate his thick, solid length. He waited, nerves tingling, as she got used to him, kissing her neck and nuzzling her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. She wriggled, moaning.

"Mmmm," Alena said finally, "You feel great."

He chuckled, beginning slowly to move inside her. She moaned, thrusting against him as he moved. He moved faster as she began to writhe, arcing her back and pushing her hips. They were panting and gasping as he moved faster and faster, finally slamming into her with a lot more force than he had ever allowed himself with any other virgin. Alena was not like any other virgin he had ever taken before. She knew what she wanted and wasn't afraid of him. She was screaming now, pounding against him as much as he was pounding into her.

He realized how close he was and suddenly wanted to come in her mouth. He pulled himself out, even though Alena protested, quickly straddled her stomach and pressed his slippery, wet c.o.c.k in her cleavage. Alena smiled, panting and pushed her b.r.e.a.s.t.s against his c.o.c.k as he began to slide in and out of her cleavage. Her soft, round t.i.ts closed around him and she raised her head to suckle at the head of his c.o.c.k as it came towards her, moving her head to keep him in her mouth as much as possible as he began to f.u.c.k her t.i.ts in earnest, groaning as he did.

Alena had been right. She did know what she was doing as she sucked him, using her tongue and the suction she could create in her mouth to bring him even closer to the edge. He moved forward up and away from her t.i.ts now, plunging his c.o.c.k deep into her mouth. She raised up on an elbow, wrapped a hand around his b.a.l.l.s and played with them as he f.u.c.ked her mouth. She moaned, slurping him, eyes closed, sucking him harder, sc.r.a.ping her teeth along him as she did so. Even though he knew she hadn't intended to do it, the sharp feeling was exactly what he wanted to push him over the edge.

Dahren exploded into Alena's mouth with a groaning yell, filling her with come. She moaned, swallowing, suckling him until he stopped pulsing between her lips. He withdrew slowly, opening his eyes to look at the dark emerald depths of Alena's. She was smiling slyly, licking her lips, one hand still firmly around him. She slid it slowly up, then down, watching him wince and reach out to stop her.

She let him go, watching him. "Very nice," she said softly.

He smiled at her. "Yes. Very nice. You were definitely worth the wait."

Alena sat up as he slid off her. "I think so too," she said, "I think I shall continue to allow you to f.u.c.k me."

He chuckled. "Oh, you shall, shall you?" He pulled her to him. "I think there are more people than just you involved in this, Cadet."

She looked at him, grinning. "What? Do you think you have a choice?"

He laughed again. "I'm your instructor and your Headmaster, Cadet. I make the choices."

Alena kissed him, running her hand over his body, to grasp his c.o.c.k. He kissed her ear, fondling her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. "You're very well educated, but you still need practical experience."

"And you're going to give it to me?"

"In more ways than one." He leaned down to suckle her nipple and she gasped. Sucking harder, he was rewarded with a groan of pleasure and a shudder as she began squirming again. He fondled her other breast as he sucked her. She began writhing and moaning and he began to suckle the other breast. His hand slid between her legs and he pushed two fingers into her wet p.u.s.s.y, thrusting against her, adding a third finger, his thumb rubbing her c.l.i.t, causing her to writhe and shudder and scream as she began to o.r.g.a.s.m.

He chuckled softly and deeply as her body quivered and spasmed and she screamed again and again, until she was spent. She slumped against him, panting.

He picked her up and walked to the sofa. They sat there together, Alena wrapped in Dahren's arms, still moaning softly.

"That's what I'm talking about, Alena," he said quietly.

"I see what you mean," she said. "I'm most definitely interested in whatever you have to teach me."

"Excellent," Dahren said. "I think we will have some very enjoyable 'lessons' in the future."

Alena laughed softly.

TAMARA'S FIRST TIME.

Tamara Sable was not always the woman many men (and women, for that matter) knew and loved... And this is the story of her first s.e.xual experience.

Tamara was young, and lived on an isolated colony far on the outskirts of the Directorate. This place had been long ignored by the Regime, and thusly, it had fallen into a more or less primitive state.

Tamara was a b.a.s.t.a.r.d child, and her mother exiled from the society of the World, as it was called, for her sin. Tamara was raised by the Temple of Iliah, an extreme version of the more philosophical religion of the contemporary Dirandan culture. The elders felt that the only way the girl could free herself of the stain placed upon her by her sinful birth, was in service to the Temple, the rest of her natural life...

As she grew, it soon became clear to see that Tamara was a very beautiful girl and would become a very beautiful woman. The high priests and priestesses of the Temple watched her closely as her body filled out into that of a woman, and they didn't like it. She was inciting l.u.s.tful thoughts in the young acolytes of the Temple, as well as in the older priests and priestesses...

Tamara continued her service to the priests and priestesses of the Temple as she had always done, unaware of her effect on them.

As she grew to womanhood, Tamara realized one thing. The Temple was not as chaste as it pretended to be to the community at large. Priests were known to take young women and men into their beds quite often, and the priestesses were no better. However, s.e.x was not a thing discussed in the cloistered halls of the Temple. Servants and acolytes were restricted to their cells at night, and if they were caught roaming the halls, were disciplined... n.o.body knew what 'disciplined' meant and Tamara was not anxious to find out.

However, things became complicated one day, when she found herself alone in a corridor with one of the arrogant, younger priests. As she walked, she noticed him looking at her with frankly l.u.s.tful eyes.

For the young man, it was difficult to not stare at the serving girl, clad as she was, in only a thin white shift that left her shoulders bare and draped enticingly from her firm b.r.e.a.s.t.s, shifting slightly as she walked. Her nipples stood out against the sheer material, and he felt his manhood stirring the longer he stared at them. Her long, silky, dark red hair tumbled down her back, almost touching her rounded bottom.

She stopped and looked at him. "What are you staring at?" she asked.

He also stopped. When she turned to face him, he could see the round outlines of her large b.r.e.a.s.t.s under the shift, the dark circles of her nipples clear against it. He wanted to touch her, to feel those b.r.e.a.s.t.s under his hands, to push himself up against her, to thrust himself inside her ... he knew she would be hot, and throbbing, and oh, so wet! The other women in the Temple he'd allowed to share his pleasures would pale in comparison to taking this fresh, young, serving girl... He smiled. "I was admiring your body, Tamara. I hadn't noticed before how blessed you are."

Tamara frowned. "What do you mean, blessed?" she said coolly. "I'm cursed, to hear High Priest Wentara""

"Oh believe me, Tamara, you're not. Not with those lovely, large, round t.i.ts of yours, and that tight, firm a.s.s. I'm sure the rest of your body is equally as attractive." He stepped forward, and reached toward her, "Why don't you let me see it all?"

Tamara looked at him in shock. This man, this supposedly holy man, was proposing that she take her shift off and let him look upon her body. A body, as High Priest Wentar was fond of saying, was the result of her mother's 'sin'. He tugged at the catch to her shift, and it came free, the material puddling at her bare feet. Tamara looked at the gown on the floor, then at the priest. He was smiling, his brown eyes shining with l.u.s.t. His chest was heaving, as though he'd run a race, and there was a noticeable bulge in the front of his robe. Tamara backed up. He followed, grabbed her, and crushed her to him. She felt the hardness that was his erection pressing up against her, and she panicked.

She pushed him away, grabbed her shift, and ran, fastening the clasp as she went. "d.a.m.n," the young man said. * * * *

Tamara's mother was a lovely woman named Selana. Her father had been, in fact, one of the High Priests of the Temple, and when Selana became pregnant from one of their unions, Selana threatened to tell who the baby's father was. She thought she'd made a deal with the Temple, but after Tamara was born, High Priest Wentar told Selana that if she didn't become his lover, he would have her exiled for having a b.a.s.t.a.r.d child. Selana refused, and she was exiled.

Tamara was very annoyed by the encounter with the priest. She decided, when she did have s.e.x for the first time, it wouldn't with someone as unsuitable as that young man. She had realized, early on, of course, that s.e.x was a thing she did most want to experience, no matter what the Temple said about pleasure being a 'sin'. She also knew how much pleasure could be found by herself, touching her most sensitive places, imagining a man's body beside her. She'd seen the undraped male form, and knew how deceptive it could be ... for she'd watched the young men give themselves pleasure, and longed to do the same for a handsome, s.e.xy man, who would claim her as his own.

Her mother, she knew, had been wronged. She'd experienced life and pleasure through s.e.xual expression and it had eventually gotten her exiled. Tamara was determined not to have the same thing happen to her.

But Tamara was terribly uninformed. Since s.e.x was supposedly taboo, she'd never seen it, or even had a vague idea what actually happened when two people made love. She realized she simply had to experience s.e.x firsthand, so to speak, and unfortunately the choices she had were not much to pick from.

However, the young priest, who was called Tryan, didn't give up. After that first look at her naked body, he was determined to have Tamara Sable. He watched her bathe in the secluded spring near the Temple, he followed her around, and brought her friends into his bed to get close to her.

He finally came up with a plan. He would sneak into her cell at night, when she was asleep, lock the door, and f.u.c.k her as many times as he was able.

Meanwhile, the Directorate, after a violent change of government, was sending out ships to the periphery worlds to reclaim them, and find out their status.

Finally, after a great Moon Ritual, the people of the Temple were exhausted, and had retired to their respective quarters. Tryan chose this night as the night he would take Tamara.

Tamara, however, wasn't sleepy. She finally got up, and, braving the mysterious 'discipline' restriction, began to wander around the Temple. It looked so different at night. Even the sounds were different. Like the soft moaning coming from somewhere around the sanctuary. She listened closer. What kind of animal made those staccato, gasping moans? It almost sounded like a person. Curious, Tamara walked through the courtyard adjacent to the sanctuary, but there were no animals there at this time of night, not even the normal cats. No, the sounds were coming from inside the building. And now, she could hear other noises... a grunting sound, and a lower pitched moan. She walked quietly to the door. There were people in there... But what were they doing?

As she crept in among the shadows of the soaring chamber, the moans, gasps and grunts became louder and louder. The acoustics of the room amplified the noises and as Tamara approached the altar, she saw the two figures she'd seen from the doorway clearly. She stifled a gasp.

The High Priest, Wentar, leaned over the naked body of the High Priestess, Alyani, sucking on her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, while she moaned and writhed beneath him. His robe was askew, and Tamara could see the size of his erection, as Alyani's hand rubbed it vigorously. Tamara licked her warm, dry lips, as she watched them.

By day, these two were the biggest prudes in the Temple! But watching them enjoy tasting and caressing each other's bodies, stirred a hot fire within Tamara's untouched body. She leaned back against the wall, her eyes wide.

"f.u.c.k me, Wentar..." the woman breathed harshly, pulling the man by his manhood towards her waiting body. She spread her legs wide, and Tamara could see Alyani's soft female lips dripping and glistening in the candlelight. Wentar moaned as he looked at her. A smile widened his full lips as he pulled himself from her grasp.

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