Transcribed and sent to us by Kojo Black of erotic film studio Sweetmeats, this is the story that inspired the film The Harward Girls. Told to Kojo by one Laura DiBenedetta, it reveals the unusual and erotic teaching methods employed by the mysterious Ms. Harward. The first part of the story was unveiled in Part 1, now it's time to find out what happened next...

Ms. Harward kissed her approval to Nicole before rising up onto her knees and sliding her skirt off over her hips. Neither did Ms. Harward wear any underwear and she was immediately naked as she sank back, re-crossed her legs, and checked my progress.

“Let’s see what you’ve learned, Katie,” she said at last, standing up, beautifully naked, to her full height.

She instructed Nicole to continue her lesson as she was on the sofa before finding another dildo hidden in the cushions strewn about the room. With the toy in her hand she lay me down on my back on the russet carpet and straddled me face to face on the floor. After making sure I was comfortable, she knelt between my legs, moistened her delicate fingers and sent them to work on my clit. The pleasure was immense and I groaned with delight as she worked. In no time at all she had the dildo at my pussy…first rubbing…then pushing. The slippery fat tip forced it’s way past my sex-lips and I cried out at once.

“You’re so good to us, Miss!” I nearly wept, my hands cupping my own breasts.

She was building me up in stages, holding me at one plateau before taking me to another. As she entered me, she put her tongue to my clit and began to lick. I absolutely wailed with pleasure, squirming down onto the toy and further into her mouth.

After Ms. Harward had licked and fondled me into a quivering mess, she moved up to kiss me. “Now show me what you’ve learned,” she commanded hypnotically for the second time.

She took out her dildo of choice—a short, red thing, but fatter than the one she had used with me—and knelt into the sofa, yielding up her firm backside and sweet pussy to my care. Even though the dildo was tapered, the tip was very prominent. Still, Ms. Harward was so wet from watching her students work that the big thing pushed into her with slow satisfaction. I had known Ms. Harward only as a woman who dealt out lessons and therefore pleasure. But I should have known that with all that experience behind her, she was equally skilled in receiving pleasure as well. And I was happy to see that all the joy she gave to me had pleased her too. I’d only had to pass the toy through her inner lips a fraction before her love-honey covered the fat thing and it was sliding in and out of my Mistress’s pussy in long, deep, smooth strokes. My fingers leapt into the furrow of her clitoral hood. Being the better student now than I had begun the day, I fingered her clit while I made lust to her in the style of double-delight she had lain upon me. Over her round buttocks and on the sofa, the Mistress worked her magic through the pink dildo and into Nicole’s pussy.

“….Fuck me!…” cried Nicole—as enthralled by the Mistress’s charms as I had been.

“I can see you’ve learned a lot.” With a sly smile, Ms. Harward tossed the words to me over her shoulder.

“Are you enjoying it, Miss?” I asked tentatively. But she had told me enough and did not answer.

“May I have a lick, Miss?” Nicole asked, referring to the toy inside her, aching to know for herself the secrets her own body held.

“Yes. Taste your own pussy,” said our Mistress, taking the warm dildo from between Nicole’s legs and placing it in her mouth. She worked her lips around the sticky instrument of pleasure, wishing that it might turn real for just a moment.

Ms. Harward took the toy from Nicole’s mouth and placed it back between her legs.

“Please, more, Miss,” begged Nicole.

“Are you sure you’ve been good enough?” queried Ms. Harward.

“Oh, I have,” Nicole pleaded. “Please, Miss. Let me suck it. Please, Miss.”

Ms. Harward gave her one little suckle of the very tip of the toy cock before pushing the thing back into her lusting cunt.

“Oh…more…” begged Nicole. More please, Miss.”

“You’re going to have to try harder in your lessons, aren’t you?” Ms. Harward taunted, holding the cock just out of reach.

“Yes, I will, Miss. I will,” promised Nicole. Our Mistress had turned her into a girl who would promise anything. But Ms. Harward seemed satisfied with the answer and popped the cock back into Nicole’s mouth and she sucked it hungrily.

As I continued to please my Mistress with the fat, red toy, I heard her take a different tone with Nicole. Ever the teacher, Ms. Harward mastered her ecstasy and spoke evenly.

“Katie is proving to be a very apt student,” I heard her explain, to my delight. “She is a good student because she listens and tries very hard. Katie will be very skilled one day. But she will not become so with her peers laughing at her efforts. You did not make her lesson any easier earlier this afternoon, did you, Nicole? You will need to be corrected.”

Ms. Harward produced yet another device—blue this time, and translucent like a sweet. It was short with a slim, tapered tip but a bulbous base that quickly went narrow again after it’s widest point. She instructed Nicole to lubricate the thing well and then, astonishingly, to press it into her bottom passage.

“You will experience a necessary blend of pain and pleasure,” Ms. Harward explained.

“That feels so good,” she whispered as I sat up and played with her in my fingers.

“A little TLC, Miss” I giggled as I nestled back down to nibble.

Nicole’s own hand was fluttering faster and faster. Any discomfort she might have had had indeed given way to pleasure. She turned over onto her knees, facing the wall, her pert, round buttocks thrust outward into the room. With the toy positioned between her legs, she lowered herself onto the little plug until her sweet little bottom had gobbled up the whole thing.

I was sure Ms. Harward was giving me preferential treatment. Not that I minded—and Nicole had been horrible to me during the lesson. I was just happy that Ms. Harward knew that I did have talent after all.

“You’ve done ever so well,” Ms. Harward said as she sat up to kiss me. And the sweet perfume of my sex on her lips lingered in the air between us.

Nicole’s little face clouded with jealousy as Ms. Harward led me to the floor for the second time and straddled my face between her legs. She did have the most glorious pussy and I was privileged to put my lips to it as she licked mine. We were a circle of femininity, finding ourselves in absolute harmony—I, pouring all of my soul into her, and she returning the cycle by pouring the pleasure back into me. Nicole was left to her own devices on the sofa but seemed to be doing well enough in self-celebration

Ms. Harward was giving better than she got. Her nipples grazed my belly and she licked and nibbled at my clit in such a rhythm of hard and soft that I thought I would pass out. I lapped at my Mistress the best I could but she began to make me feel too good. I felt myself slipping away…below the limit of concentration. Again, I licked, trying hard to be good. The ceiling seemed to go out of focus over the cusp of her buttocks….I was gasping now…

“Ah, Miss….Miss, you’re…..going to make me cum….”

But I’m sure she knew that.

I shuddered and quivered and cried as she had the same effect on me that she’d had on Nicole.

I didn’t want to show that she’d totally incapacitated me and so, as soon as my body stopped lurching, I did my best to return my attentions to my Mistress. She was perfectly delicate, her fingers only fluttering over my tender pussy after such an intense orgasm.

With Nicole looking on, Ms. Harward lifted off me and we drew up on our knees together. She brought her lips to mine and the salt-sweet syrup of our sex covered our lips.

“Top of the class,” she whispered to me and I wasn’t sure if Nicole heard.

“The flute piece still eludes me,” I sulked.

“Don’t worry,” she said. “That will come.” And her words and caresses made me believe she was probably right.

“I’d like to see you in my office at eight o’clock tomorrow morning, as well,” she told me. I suspected she had private tuition in mind.

“Now,” she said finally. “You girls will prove to me that you’ve learned something today.”

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