SCHOOLHOUSE STRETCH BY M. QUAYLE Part 2 Cecily rapped on the door of Mr. Pells' office, knees shaking slightly, cunt dripping. He opened it, and motioned for her to come in. Cecily wobbled into his office and sat down. "Hi there, Cecily!" "Hi Mr. Pells!" "Cecily, when I deal with a girl after school I always insist on her being completely naked. Yes, stockings too! I find it helps put her in the right frame of mind." "Oh, yes sir!" Cecily stood up and stripped slowly and teasingly, trying to remember and utilize all the tips on undressing her sex ed instructor had given the class. She rolled her hips from side to side, licked her lips, looked him in the eyes while sliding her miniskirt sloooowly down her slim thighs, then glanced demurely down at her creamy breasts as she unfastened her microtop. She arched her back, giving him a fine view of her shaven pussy and full breasts, then moistened her lips again, unsnapped her garter belt and let it fall to the floor, and rolled her stockings down her smooth long legs, rubbing her thighs restlessly against each other and pursing her lips as the second stocking came off. When she finished stripping, she stretched like a cat, (giving him *another* fine view of her shaven pussy and creamy breasts) shook her long, wavy, silky red hair down her back, turned around and strutted sexily back to her seat, holding her head high and swaying her hips, letting him see the (excellent!) results of her mother's Buns of Steel video. In short, she gave an A+ performance! And Mr. Pells was not unmoved. Glancing quickly through her hair, she could see the bulge in the front of his pants, and she gasped. It looked like he had a baseball bat down in there! Well, maybe not a baseball bat, but it was awful close... Her cunt dripped faster. She was afraid that by the time she stood up, her seat would be a puddle! "Very, very good, Cecily, I see you've... ahem... definitely remembered your sex ed class. You got an A in that course, didn't you dear?" "Yes sir, Mr. Pells. An A+ actually. Mrs. Wicklers said she liked my cunnilingus style." "Now Cecily, the reason I kept you after school today is because I feel you are going to need a bit more stretching and exercising than the rest of the girls in your class, and I am more than happy to administer these stretches!" "Thank you sir, Mr. Pells" "Oh, we can be a little less formal than that. You can just call me Master." Cecily's heart leapt! "Yes sir, I mean, Master, sir! Er, Master!" He chuckled. "All right then, little slave, let's get started. I'm going to put you on what I call The System. It's quite... enjoyable, for both parties involved." Cecily dripped even faster, if possible. "Please come this way, Cecily." Mr. Pells led the way through a door in his office, marked 'No Admittance Without Faculty Member'. Cecily admired the roll of his muscles as he moved. Oo-oo-ooh, she was in love! She stopped as he did, and looked around. She saw racks and racks of dildos and vibrators, cases of whips and floggers and crops, oh my, various suspension systems, a Punishment Chair, a Demonstration Chair, four mounts, one of which looked to be the Deluxe Model, coils and coils of rope... the list seemed endless, and she felt a trickle slide down her leg. Mr. Pells was motioning for her to lie down on a very odd-looking piece of equipment. It was a frame, with a female-shaped "cage" of padded bands in the center, and various wheels and levers all over it. She lay on the pads, and the gel inside them conformed tightly to her delicious shape. Mr. Pells snapped the bands shut, and she heard a "click". Her cunt spasmed when she realized she was completely at his mercy! He skillfully placed a blindfold over her eyes and she relaxed into the bands, feeling like she was in very good hands. Mr. Pells' hands roamed over her nubile young body as he explained what The System was. "What you're in right now is what is known as a Manipulator. They're quite expensive, and most people probably wouldn't have one, or even know what one is, as you don't, yes? I thought so. They allow the Master or Mistress complete control over his/her slave's body. I can roll you over," Cecily heard another click and felt herself turning "I can bend you in half," a ratcheting noise, and Cecily's sweet body made an upside down V in midair "I can do anything I want to to you, and still have total access to your sweet cunt, tight ass, lovely mouth and perky breasts." He demonstrated by sliding one finger into her cunt. Cecily quivered with joy and tightened around his finger. "Now now, remember, we're not here to teach you to *clench*, my tight little schoolgirl slave. I haven't gotten to the best part of The System. What I'm going to do is insert a dildo into your cunt. Oh, one thing -- do you like anal stimulation?" Cecily moaned low in her throat, and nodded vigorously, her little rosebud spasming at the thought. "Hmm, it seems you do. Good. I like a girl who likes the use of all her holes. In that case, you'll have a small, slim vibrator in your ass. At any rate, the dildo I insert is small, at first. The important thing, for you, is that it inflates. Lengthwise and widthwise, both separately controlled. What I'm going to do to you is tease you and titillate you, any way I know how (and I know many!), and make you desperately want to come. When you press the button on the controller I am going to put in your hand, I *will* let you come. Sounds great, doesn't it? There is a catch. Every time you come, I inflate the dildo an inch lengthwise and a third of an inch widthwise. The dildo starts out at six inches by an inch. Its max capacity is I believe eighteen inches by five inches. I'm going to keep this up until it reaches its max capacity, or until the clock strikes five. It's three now. Sound like fun, Cecy?" "Oh God sir! Master! Yes!" "Lovely! We shall begin." Mr. Pells placed the controller in Cecily's hand. "Press the button now, just so you can see what happens when you do." Cecily pressed it, and heard a loud CRACK. It sounded like a whip. "You've got a great sense of humor, Mr. Pells" "I try, Cecy my pet, I try. Remember to relax those cunt muscles... And the controller is in a basket attached to your arm-brackets, so don't worry about dropping it, it won't break. Do worry, however, about the extra inch in length and third of an inch in width that the dildo inflates if you *do* drop the controller." Cecily felt him slide something small into her ass, and something slightly larger into her cunt. Straps were tightened around her thighs, keeping the dildo in her cunt firmly *in* her cunt. She wiggled her hips slightly, enjoying the play of sensations. The vibrator in her ass came alive -- it wasn't *too* powerful, not enough to make her cum, just enough to nag at her, itch at her, and keep arousal constantly at a simmer. Not that she needed anything to arouse her! Being here, with Mr. Pells... mmm... she wiggled her hips again, and moaned. "Looks like you're already warmed up! But I like to warm a girl up my own way... " She heard another clicking noise and felt her thighs spreading, her bottom raising into the air, and her arms stretching above her head. She felt totally exposed, and loved it! Mr. Pells bustled around behind her, rummaging. Finally it stopped, and she heard his footsteps coming over towards her. They stopped, and she wondered what he was going to do. Then, she heard it. CRACK! Out of reflex, she gasped a "One, thank you Master!" to him. He chuckled. "You don't need to do that for this session, Cecy. I want you to focus all your attention on your aching, begging cunt, and it is aching and begging, isn't it? You want something big and hard and long in it, don't you? Something sliding into you, riding into you, cramming you full, don't you? "Yes... oh yes... " Cecily moaned softly, her mind swimming with desire. CRACK! She jerked! Oh God that felt good... for some reason, this time the pain didn't seem, well, painful! It just seemed warm and pleasureful somehow, a wonderful jolting sensation. She supposed it was Mr. Pells' influence... CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!... CRACK! CRACK! Her ass was really hot now, she could feel the warmth radiating off of it. Mr. Pells moved his attentions down to the backs of her thighs. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! and to her back CRACK! CRACK! and then her breasts, and her labia, and really everywhere... her entire body seemed massaged and only slightly achy, the kind of hurt that you get when you really work out. Her cunt, however, felt like a burning star, clenching down on the dildo, hips wriggling, she needed to cum more than anything in the world... Mr. Pells left the quivering teenager for a second, and then came back. He was carrying something that clinked. She wondered what... then she felt the pressure on her nipples and realized. Nipple clamps! They were the tweezer type, if she judged correctly, and had little nubbly bits on the end that were doing exactly what the manufacturer intended. One went on her clit too, and that was the end of Cecily's self-control. "OH PLEASE YES MASTER YES YES PLEASE MASTER I'M BEGGING YOU" "Press the button, silly pet." Cecily held onto that button like she was a drowning man and it was a lifeboat. Mr. Pells pulled the clamp on her clit off swiftly and pumped her ass with the vibrator twice. Cecily exploded! She was writhing and squirming and bucking, screaming, straining, panting, moaning, begging... she wasn't just seeing stars, but entire galaxies! Finally, the orgasm (megagasm!) left her, and she slumped back into the brackets. "Mmm, your first inflation... " She felt the dildo begin to expand inside her. What a peculiar feeling! Well, seven and one and a third wasn't bad at all, she could definitely handle this. She felt pinches on her labia. Ooh yes, more clamps! The vibrator in her ass started moving in and out, slooowly, and a stream of air was blown across her clit. The startings of another orgasm were building in her center, swirling... She squirmed, trying to make the vibrator move faster, but no use. The stream of air was replaced by Mr. Pells' extremely talented lips and tongue, flickering and playing with her cute little clit, adding immensely to the swirling, rapidly building pleasure. His lips trailed down her slit, biting occasionally, sucking occasionally, doing undescribably wonderful things to her... a sharp pain! Oh God, then another! He was pulling the clamps off with his teeth. She was so close, soo close... yes just a little more, please Mr. Pells, oh yes, yes, mmm, yes, oh god, fuck me with your tongue, please please yes OH GOD RIGHT THERE CRACK! Her hand spasmed on the clicker, and Mr. Pells twisted a nipple, pulled the last clamp off her labia and brought his hand down on her ass with a resounding SMACK! And Cecily exploded again. She couldn't believe the strength of these orgasms, they were incredible, wonderful, she was flying and screaming and bucking in her restraints... and it was over, and it was time to inflate again. She decided that she liked the sensation of the dildo expanding inside her, it was really interesting and nice. Like Mr. Pells! She giggled -- this was a schoolgirl crush, awfully embarrassing for a junior in high school... But what could you do when faced with a man, a Master, this wonderful? Mmm... Mr. Pells tortured Cecily with hot wax, rubbed her clit raw, sensitized her nipples past endurance, whipped her, flogged her, paddled her, spanked her, fucked her ass, sucked on her toes, bit her, scratched her, went down on her countless times, pierced both nipples, went over her entire body with ice cubes, did everything she could possibly imagine and then some... Cecily had never been so happy in her entire life. Finally, after seven incredible orgasms, the clock struck five. Cecily sighed with satiation and whimpered with relief -- thirteen inches by three and a third was quite enough! Mr. Pells took the vibrator out of her ass and slid it into her mouth for her to suck clean. He then deflated the dildo in her cunt slooowly, easing it out at the same time. Her cunt returned to its normal size, quite the better for wear! Cecily moaned softly in her bonds, feeling like she was made of jelly. Click! The Manipulator manipulated Cecily into a sitting position. She sat there, leaning against the restraints, catching her breath. "That was very good, Cecily. Now, as I'm sure you're aware, you came seven times. I haven't come once, and believe me it was quite hard to resist, especially when I was fucking your pretty, wonderfully tight little ass! The only reason I held back so long is because I wanted to sample your oral skills. Didn't you win the schoolwide competition last year?" "yes Sir, Master, Sir! I'd *love* to go down on you!" "Good! I like to see enthusiasm in a slave. On your knees, dear." He released Cecily from the restraints and she immediately knelt in front of him. "Is there anything you like in particular, Master?" "No, I just want your Generic Job, Cecily!" His eyes twinkled. "Well! No blowjob I give is *ever* generic!" Cecily was justifiably proud of her oral skills! Mr. Pells chuckled. "Prove it!" Cecily bent to her work with enthusiasm and vigor! She unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants and let them fall. Her strong hands massaged their way back up his legs to his hips. She pulled his boxers down to his ankles, then trailed her fingernails up the backs of his thighs, noting with a pleased smile the jerk his cock gave. Moistening her lips, she gently rested her mouth on his hipbone and sucked, then kissed her way over to the opposite hipbone and sucked, then back, getting lower and lower... Finally, she judged he was ready, and she engulfed his cock in her mouth and swallowed it with practiced ease. He gasped! She massaged it with her skilled throat muscles, slid her tongue in circles along the underside, and sucked in hard. Just as she felt him about to come, she stopped. Cecily licked her hand and cupped his balls, swinging them from side to side, testing their texture and weight. She trailed her tongue around his cockhead in slow, lazy circles, swallowing him quarter-inch by quarter-inch, trying to torture him as deliciously as he'd tortured her. Finally, she wrapped one hand around the base of his cock, cupped his balls with the other, and took him deep into her throat again, bobbing her head, performing gymnastics with her tongue and lips, occasionally sliding him out of her throat and flicking the tip of her tongue into the depression at the tip of his cock. Given his highly aroused state, it didn't take long before the large strong hands on her shoulders clenched down hard, and she heard a guttural moan. She had just enough time to prepare herself before his hot come spurted down her throat, filling her mouth, spraying her tonsils... She rolled it around in her mouth, savoring the taste. Cecily loved come in general, but this was Mr. Pells' come! She smiled up at him. "So, that was generic, hmm?" "Cecily, if you ask me, you DESERVED that blue ribbon!" "Thank you, Master, Sir!" Cecily dimpled prettily, stood up, and stretched. She wasn't expecting what happened next -- Mr. Pells swept her up in his arms and kissed her, long and hard and deep! She could taste herself on his lips, it was incredibly arousing... "Oh, sir! Th-thank you, Sir... " He smiled down at her and hugged her tight. "Sir?" "Yes, Cecy m'pet?" "I, I, I love you, sir!" she blurted. He jumped, and dropped her. Cecily winced, figuring she'd definitely blown it this time, grabbed her clothes (good thing she'd stacked them so neatly!) and was about to run out the door when... "Cecy, come here." She tiptoed over to him, eyes cast down. He put one finger under her chin and tipped her face up towards him. "I love you too, Cecily." "Oh, SIR!" Cecily threw her arms around him and kissed him harder, beaming. He swept her up again and carried her over to a table, where he proceeded to fuck her to another two orgasms. For him, she had long since lost count. They bid a loving farewell, and, drained and exhausted, Cecily staggered out to her mother's car. "Oh, Mom!" she squealed. "I have so much to TELL you!"