Synopsis: Jenny decides on a more direct method to improve her grades.

 

Sisters of Raven Square

by Misty Dawn and Christy Lake

Part 09: Let's Make a Deal

 

When mid-term grades were posted, Jenny had not been at all pleased with her three point three GPA and when she went to Vermont with Sheila to be with friends and family for a Thanksgiving holiday, she spent most of her time at Janet's house buried in her books. That was not to say she and Sarauk did not find time to go out twice, with a couple of the guys she had dated back in high school. While they provided diversion, and an ample amount of essence, they were not Karl and were not half so much fun. While she'd had that 'golden opportunity' everyone raves about, when she returned to City Bluffs, Karl remained the only male to have her in bed and given her a proper screwing.

Still, even with all her studying, it seemed to her that one professor had it in for her and seemed determined to fail her, or at the least pass her with low marks. Jenny, sought to ace the class, went to him and, while knowing there could be consequences from doing so–if you cast a spell for your vice, you'll pay the price, thrice—cast a small, "Let's make a deal" over him.

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"Let's make a deal!"

Standing there all alone in the drafty restaurant foyer, waiting for Mr. Damone was making her feel quite uncomfortable. The Maitre d' and the waitresses were beginning to notice her there. They seemed to be okay with how slutty she was dressed, but… The man was really late. And he was the one who demanded that they have dinner before! If his class was not so important…the grade so critical… Well, I would have left long before this!

So now she stood there, dressed in a too-short, too-sexy red blouse, which boldly showed a wide expanse of tummy, from almost half of her bulging breasts to inches below her neat, deeply indented navel. The white, very full soft-pleat flirt-skirt fitted snug for two inches about the top of her hips and flared just right over lush, womanly orbs that were her buns, displayed the long sleek legs below its top-o'-thigh hem. The worst of it was that she was not even wearing stockings! The vestibule was chilly, making her long, thick nipple stand straight out, making it obvious she didn't have on a bra.

Waiting with uncommon patience Jenny stood there in the too-cool foyer for nearly an hour, until at last, he turned up… dressed in a chic business suit! Mr. Damone was about fifty years old, a new to the campus, successful, Business Education Professor. He was quite wealthy, and he was good looking to boot. I have to pass this class…I just have to…no matter what.

"Good evening Miss Blais. Did you have to wait long?"

"No, Mister Damone, well, not exactly...uh, about this deal...?" She was nervous and knew she was being extremely tactless, but this class, this grade was just that important to her future.

"Perhaps that can wait until we have eaten…or been seated at the least, Miss Blais?" he said with a simply wolfish leer. She suddenly felt as though she was standing there in front of him totally naked.

Blushing furiously, Jenny, except for inane small talk, kept her mouth shut until they had had dessert and coffee was sitting before them. She could only hope he could not see her impatience was growing. Finally he looked at her with a sly grin. She almost sighed with relief.

"Miss Blais, why not come and sit close to me?"

Reluctant, because they were in a public restaurant, but not daring to refuse, she gave in and quietly moved closer to him. Slipping an arm about her tiny waist, he then went through the ritual of ordering and testing an after dinner wine while Jenny sat and flamed with embarrassment. He seemed bent on showing the wine steward her breasts by brushing up the too-short hem of the red blouse with the back of his hand as often as the man looked at her. Thankfully the man seemed not to have noticed any thing out of the ordinary. Mr. Damone chuckled softly in her ear as he poured her a glass of red wine. "You maintain quite well, dearest."

"Why are you doing this to me?"

"Because it pleases me. Because I know I can do it and because I know you won't refuse." He spoke to her in a rather ruthless manner. "Your deal was for anything I want."

She sipped it quietly, knowing what she would have to do; wondering if she could do what was certain she would have to do.

"Has anyone ever told you that you have a nice, wide, sexy mouth?" he asked. "Such hot looking, full, red lips? It's a mouth that demands a man's attention?"

Blushing furiously, knowing exactly where this was heading, she shook her head. Ghad! I just HAVE to get that grade!

"So, tell me, my lovely little 'lady', is it truly so important to be assured of an 'A' that you would do this?"

Suddenly shamed, at hearing the sarcasm accompanying the word 'lady', she stammering, softly answered. "Yes Mr. Damone, it is, so why don't you tell me, what would you like me to do, and then I'll tell you what is it is that I expect me to do?"

"You know young Miss Blais, my mouth waters at the very sight of your gorgeous body every time I see it in my class... if I could just have a little feel of your breasts..." he said and then sniggered when she glanced around them. Though the booth was semi-private and dimly lit, she still feared someone would walk in. Sensing her fear, he assured her that, "I have booked our privacy for the rest of the evening. I doubt we'll be disturbed. Now, Miss Blais, if you want to talk about that grade…"

"What's to talk about, Mister Damone…?" Pausing, only briefly she unbuttoned her blouse and let it fall to the seat behind her back. Being half naked, the room felt colder and her nipples became harder. Somehow the thought of some unknown waiter entering and getting a look at her beauties gave her a perverse thrill, and she caught her mind wondering what she would do if it happened. "I know what it'll take."

"Nice young tit flesh...so tender, smooth and creamy white." He touched her nipples with his long supple fingers, drawing little circles. He squeezed her breasts, firm but tender. He let them go, and sipped on his wine. Suddenly, he spit a mouthful of cold wine on her breasts and pinched her nipples real hard. She nearly cried out in her surprise. "Your request is over, Mister Damone!"

"Not so! After all is said and done, all this sexiness is supposed to be for me, isn't it?

Hesitantly, she nodded.

"Now that we know who is in charge, why don't you take off your damp panties and give them to me, girl?"

Stung by the knowing she would do as he wanted, face aflame with the embarrassment of knowing he knew she was not going to resist, she slipped out of her panties. She was wearing white cotton panties with cute little teddy bears printed on them.

"Ohhh . . . so cute . . ." His hand dove towards her panties. Looking her in the eyes, he made a show of lewdly sniffing them before he stuffed them into a side pocket of his suit coat. Moving his hands up the inside of her thigh, he began pressing them firmly against her junction, discovering her sleek, smooth cleft. "Oh, I do like a smoothie! Good girl!" The hand patted her the way one might pat a puppy and then began to massage her, making her all the wetter.

Feeling her shame, she moved towards him, her hands on his hands forcefully guiding them. "Oh, yeesss... oh, oh... your hand makes me feel so horny..." "Ahhh . . . so good . . . "Bucking her hips, she felt it clear to her toes when he began to massage her pussy, making her all the wetter. She could not believe she was so hot, this was so wicked though. Ghad, she realize incomprehensively, just the knowing that she was trading her body's use for a passing grade, incomprehensively, was making her incredibly horny, too. How shameful a slut I am becoming!

A finger delved deep into her suddenly yearning depths.

She moaned.

"Good girl...come now, and then you may suck your master."

Biting on her lower lip, realizing he knew the truth of her need, she reached forth and unbuckled his belt, unzipping his pants. He was not wearing underpants! Trying to look the innocent victim, but not carrying it off—the arousal between her legs betrayed her—she bared his manly flesh to her gaze. Gods and Goddess, am I so transparent?

Turning her full attention to him, and that was when that which she was soon to do truly frightened her; ghad, that hunk of manmeat is really not real, is it? It was enormous! It was at least eleven inches long and as thick as her wrist.

The girl gaped at the half erected male pride and wonder how big it would be when hard. She bent down and took the shaft in hand and played with it, making it all wet with his pre-cum and her saliva. Damn, all a man has to do is wave a hard cock in my face and I…

"Suck it, bitch," he grunted. "Suck it hard! Suck it all!"

Obediently, the initiate tried, really tried her best to take it all into her wet mouth, but she could only take the huge purple head and about four inches, her taut lips stretched to their utmost. With his penis in her mouth, with him moaning loudly she kept licking it. She licked him, swallowed the mixture of her saliva and his pre-cum while trying to get his full length in her mouth and throat.

A gasp of surprise escaped her when he slipped his hand back under her short skirt and rubbed the entrance of her pussy with his thick finger again. He easily slipped the middle finger in and began to thrust it in and out. She got wetter every minute, aching for his big cock.

"Damn it girl, I said suck me off!" he growled and pushed her head down. He forced her to take all of him, tearing right through her larynx, all the while fingering her wet vagina. "You fucking slow-assed bitch!" he groaned and pushed her head away, spread her legs apart, forcefully sat her astraddle his hips and without caring, jammed about nine inches of his erection into her opening, but only succeed in getting the head and half his length into her passage. "Shit, you're too fucking tight for fucking, and for wanting to be one of those cock sucking sluts abound this campus, you can't suck at all! But, you do have good potential, girl."

The temptress moaned in reply, moaned with pain and moaned with pleasure. A sharp cry escaped her when he grabbed her hips and thrust his mammoth organ into her harder and deeper. Impossibly the teen felt her hips jerk and move up and down and rock fore and aft, humping her hips on the mammoth rod with great pleasure, and almost came when he suddenly jammed the rest in. Screaming her agony, she clawed his back. He showed no mercy, but rammed her forcefully, thrusting in and out.

The pain turned into pleasure and she began to massage his cock with her powerful pussy muscles. "Ohhh...God...yes, yes! Right there! Oh please! Squeeze my breasts hard! Finger my clit! Oh!"

He spun her on top of his lap so that she faced away from him. "Ohhh...fucking pussy, damn tight...ride fast, you bitch!"

Rapidly adjusting to his size and strength and speed, she rode him fast and hard, on and on, forceful and demanding his all. Then he spun her again and jammed fingers into her ass, he bit her nipples, the pain; the fullness made her spasm and come hard. "Oh yea, oh yea...yes...oh!"

Even in a delirium of lust, Jenny realized it was his turn to come. When he quickened his pace, grabbed her blonde hair and bellowed, "Fuck me bitch! Fuck me hard! YES!" and then slipped two more finger into her bottom, he came and she came along with him again. Somehow they had wound up on the floor under the table as he came, spurting his hot sperm deep into her womb.

Jenny lay there on the hard floor, her legs spread, her sex gaping, the hole dribbling the Essence of Power. "Well, do I get my grade?"

"You got your grade weeks ago."

"But my grade for your class…"

'Miss Blais, there was a mix-up in the office. You had an 'A' then and are carrying an 'A' now."

"Then why …?"

"Because you offered and… I am a horny male."

"Bastard." She laughed then. Yes, the joke was on her. She had not checked, just assumed… then she cried. She cried because she had been the one to cast a "Let's make a deal" selfishly and without getting the facts first. Well, I was warned that selfish spells had a bad habit of backfiring.

 

The End of Part 09, Year 1, the Raven Square Story, in the Sharla Winslowe Universe – Part 10 next.

  

  

  

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