Page 64 of Her Alien Guardian

Dr. Porter continued, his tone matter-of-fact. “Given these circumstances, I believe it would be most educational for MissLydia and Miss Elara to witness a more… comprehensive demonstration of marital duties.”

I felt Gamma tense beneath me, his arousal evident against my thigh. Through our mental connection, I sensed a surge of excitement and anticipation.

“Mr. Gamma,” Dr. Porter said, “I encourage you to make full use of your ward. Her mouth, her cunny, and her bottom are of course already all at your disposal, and you should avail yourself of them, I think. Let the other girls see what awaits them in their marriage beds.”

My heart raced, a mixture of fear and arousal coursing through me. I thought of the plug Mrs. Porter had made me sleep in, of how it had trained me for my guardian, but the thought of taking Gamma’s enormous cock there still terrified me as much as it excited me.

“Kneel down, Tessara,” Gamma’s deep voice rumbled in my ear.

On shaky legs, I rose from his lap. As Gamma reached out with gentle hands, he guided me to kneel before him, my knees comforted by the pile of the ornate rug.

“Watch closely, girls,” Dr. Porter instructed. “This is how a proper Prosperian wife pleasures her husband.”

I watched with wide eyes as Gamma unfastened his trousers. I heard gasps from Lydia and Elara as they saw a man’s penis for the first time—and not just any cock, but my guardian’s huge blue one.

“Mr. Thornton and Mr. Blackwood,” said Mrs. Porter. “Perhaps you could favor your wards with a sight of your own members,so that they don’t take fright thinking their husbands will be endowed like Mr. Gamma.”

I heard the noises of my naked schoolmates being placed, like me, upon their knees. Of unfastening, and murmurs of command and encouragement. My attention, however, remained fixed where I knew it must be, and from where I couldn’t have redirected it even had I wanted to. My master’s hardness jutted up from his lap like a bar of alien blue metal, demanding my service.

“Open,” Gamma commanded softly. “Take me in your lovely mouth, sweet one.”

I parted my lips and lowered my head, allowing him to slide into my mouth. The renewed taste of his slightly alien flesh intoxicated me, made my dizzy—the hint of salt and the almost-electric something. I struggled to accommodate his girth, my jaw stretching wide.

Gamma began to move, thrusting slowly in and out of my mouth, his hands atop my head to keep me in place for his use. I could hear Lydia’s and Elara’s soft gasps of surprise and arousal, could almost feel their wide-eyed stares on my exposed body.

As Gamma fucked my mouth, I became aware of movement around the room. My watery eyes were fixed on the lewd task before me, but I realized suddenly that through Gamma’s vision I could see Dr. Porter guiding his wife to bend over his desk, then using his control of her clothing to raise her skirts and lower her drawers. I moaned around Gamma’s cock at the revelation of the headmistress’ bare bottom and the smooth, shaven furrow of her cunny nestled between her thighs.

“Pay attention, girls,” Dr. Porter said as he positioned himself behind his wife. “This is how a husband claims his marital rights. I have turned my lovely bride’s governor up to eight, to match our young ladies.”

With a swift motion he entered Mrs. Porter and began to fuck.

“Please, Gamma,” I whimpered as he withdrew from my mouth. “Please let me come. I need it so badly.”

My entire body trembled with desperate need as Gamma guided me to straddle his lap, facing away from him so I could see what was happening in the rest of the music room for myself. I could feel the heat radiating from his enormous blue cock as it pressed against my slick folds.

“Patience, sweet one,” Gamma murmured, his hands gripping my hips. “You’ll get what you need soon enough.”

With agonizing slowness, he lowered me onto his shaft. I cried out as he stretched and filled me, the pleasure almost unbearable. Again and again my governor had to curb my arousal, sending constant tingles through the whole region between my waist and my knees.

Across the room, I saw a sight so lewd it made me faint, and I heard Lydia’s and Elara’s muffled whimpers as their guardians guided them to take their cocks into their mouths for the first time.

“That’s it, girl,” Mr. Thornton growled. “Use your tongue. Worship your guardian’s cock like a good Prosperian lady.”

Mr. Blackwood’s voice was gentler but no less firm. “Relax your throat, Elara. Take me deeper. You want to please me, don’t you?”

I began to rock my hips, riding Gamma’s massive shaft. Each movement sent shockwaves of pleasure through my body, intensified by the constant buzz of my governor. Gamma’s hands roamed over my body, caressing my breasts, pinching my nipples, sending jolts of electricity straight to my core.

“Oh, god,” I moaned. “Gamma, please. I can’t… I can’t bear it. Please let me come.”

His deep chuckle reverberated through me. “Not yet, sweet one. We have more to explore.”

With a swift movement, he lifted me off his lap. He stood, suspending me in air, and then he bent me over the arm of the chair. I felt the cool air on my bare bottom, still blazing from Dr. Porter’s caning. Then I felt something slick pressing against my tightest hole.

“Remember your training, Tessara,” Gamma said as he began to work his finger into my bottom. “Relax and accept me.”

I whimpered as he stretched me, the burn of penetration mingling with the lingering sting of my punishment. Across the room, I heard Dr. Porter’s rhythmic grunts as he continued to fuck his wife.

“Girls,” the headmaster called out, his voice strained with exertion. “Pay attention to how Mrs. Porter takes her pleasure. See how she pushes back against me, eager for more despite her initial resistance?”

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