Mel is trained.

"What are you for, Mel?" Mary whispers as Grant slowly crosses the room toward them. She's on her knees, just behind and to one side of the younger woman, hands stroking up and down Mel's bare, gooseflesh arms.

"I'm for...pleasing Grant," Mel whispers, eyes wide as she stares up at him.

"That's right," Mary murmurs. "Your whole body - your whole being exists to please him, doesn't it? I feel it too... There's nothing you wouldn't give him, is there?" Mel shakes her head fervently. "I know...these perky tits..." Mel gasps as Mary cups her breasts suddenly, squeezing firmly. "Your slutty mouth, your wet cunt...even that cute tush of yours...you'll give him whatever he asks for, won't you?" Mel nods again, and Mary smiles up at Grant, confident and serene in her place behind the other girl. "Would you like her mouth, master?"

"Y-Yes," Grant whispers hoarsely. Watching Mary **** the other girl to tell the humiliating story of her first time was incredibly arousing, and he can barely string together words now. No wonder - all the blood in his body seems concentrated in his cock, and it springs free as Mary leans past Mel to pull Grant's trousers down. Mel licks her lips, hypnotized, as he steps free of them.

"It's so...beautiful," she whispers.

"Mmmm." Mary's hand dips between Mel's legs and the younger girl gasps as Mary gently, quickly circles her clit. "When you're in this room, Mel, that beautiful thing is your whole purpose in life, yes? Your whole reason for being." Mel nods slowly. "All right. Here you are on your knees, his cock in front of you. What now?"

Mel glances back at her, uncertain. "I...suck it?"

"No," Mary says, and Mel whimpers as Mary lightly slaps her pussy. "Remember, his pleasure, not yours, little slut. Now you beg him to suck it." She grins at Grant behind Mel's back. "Let's hear it."

Mel blushes as she gazes up at Grant, then away, too embarrassed to maintain eye contact. "Can. Can I...suck your penis, Grant?"

Mary laughs, and Grant chuckles. "Try again," Mary instructs her. "And try saying it like a big girl."

Mel takes a deep breath. "Can I suck your...your cock, Grant?" she asks, more firmly. Behind her back, Mary, smiling, gives a little shake of her head.

"More," Grant says huskily. He can't deny he's enjoying this - and he's stroking himself, slowly, as he watches Mary work. I can't believe...I get to do this. The sight of the blushing girl on her knees in this lingerie, Mary behind her clad in her own finery, is almost unbearably hot. "And look at me."

Mel blushes but looks up at Grant, making eye contact. "P-P-Please, Grant, can I suck your cock?"

"More," Mary whispers, her hand circling between Mel's legs. "Let him know how much you want it."

Mel moans, a high, needy sound. "I - I - I...please, Grant. Please, can I suck your cock? Please, Grant, I want it so baaAAD," she gasps as Mary presses on her. "Please, Grant! Let me suck your cock! Let me suck you...until you, you cum in my mouth! Please cum in my mouth! Fuck my m-mouth, Grant! Fuck my mouth! Cum in my...my slutty little mouth! Please, Grant! Fuck my mouth!"

"Hmmm." Grant pretends to consider it, smiling as Mary works Mel's clit. "All right, then."

"Oh, thank you - ah!" Mel tries to lunge forward, only to be brought up short by Mary's hand holding her wrists.

"Now, now," Mary murmurs. "You'll learn to do this right, not whatever nonsense you did with Jackson. When you're given permission to worship Grant with your mouth, you start at the bottom. As befits you, a lowly slut. Start with the balls."

"O-Ok..." Mel glances back at Mary. "Can I...?" She tugs gently at one hand.

Mary smiles wickedly. "No, Mel. Use your mouth. That's all you've been given permission for, so far."

Mel bites her lip, nods, and turns back to Grant. Ducking low, she nuzzles her way under Grant's erect shaft and pushes forward. Grant feels the first tentative flicks of her tongue against his scrotum and he lets out a loud groan, the contact sending jolts of electricity through his core.

"Good girl," Mary murmurs. "Really get in there...treat them right...worship those balls. Suck on them - gently. That's it..." She smiles as Grant gasps and reaches out, instinctively tangling his fingers in Mary's hair as hers is most accessible. "Good girl...as you sense him start to get excited, you can begin to lick the shaft." Grant feels Mel's nose move up his shaft, brushing the sensitive underside of him as her hot, wet tongue trails in its wake, and he nearly cums right there. Mel licks him obediently if inexpertly, his swollen member lying against her cheek. "Awkward, I know," Mary murmurs in the girl's ear. "But it's the best place to be, no? On your knees...under Grant's cock." Mel moans in agreement.

Slowly, under Mary's steady hand, Mel licks her way up Grant's shaft, teasing him until he's nearly ready to burst. Mary smiles wickedly the whole time, clearly enjoying both provoking Grant and objectifying Mel. "There you are," Mary murmurs as Mel flicks her tongue over Grant's glans, moaning slightly as she tastes the precum drooling from it. "Now - and only now - you can begin to suck him." Mel eagerly takes Grant's head into her mouth, and he moans in satisfaction.

A few moments later, though, Mary frowns. "Mel. What are you doing?"

Mel pauses, uncertain, and lets Grant's cock leave her lips. "I'm...sucking him?"

Mary shakes her head disapprovingly. "No. You're...barely licking him. Grant isn't some dopey high schooler. He's a real man, and deserves real devotion. You need to take him all the way into your mouth."

Mel glances nervously back at Grant. "I...I want to, but I'm not sure I...can."

"Try," Mary orders. Mel takes a deep breath, makes eye contact with Grant, and leans forward, slowly sliding her mouth down around his cock until she gags. She's barely a third of the way down his length. She pulls back immediately, coughing slightly.

"I - I can't," she says, wiping her lips and looking miserable.

"Oh, sweetie," Mary says with a laugh. "Of course you can. You just need practice. I'll make sure you get plenty...but all it will take is some training, a little push from me. And in the meantime, there's always skullfucking."

Mel blanches slightly. "W-What's...that?"

Mary's smile deepens. "Well, Mel. Why don't we show you?"

Ten minutes later Mel's eyes are red, her face is shiny, and her lacy bodysuit has a mixture of tears and saliva staining its front. Grant would feel bad for the way that Mary is forcing Mel's head up and down on his cock but for two things: first, it feels phenomenal; second, Mel is clearly enjoying it too, on some level, as she keeps moaning and her nipples are threatening to cut right through the bodysuit.

Finally Mary pulls the younger girl off Grant's cock. Mel gasps and sputters, chest heaving as she recovers, tears streaming from her big, blue eyes down her cheeks. "What a good girl," Mary coos, one hand still clutching Mel's ponytail. "Do you like being a little cocksleeve for Grant? You like him fucking your throat?" Mel, still gasping, nods frantically. Grant grins as he strokes himself idly. The power he has over this girl is intoxicating. Mary smirks up at him.

"Of course you do," she continues softly. "I would, too. But I think it's time that you experienced true submission...and Grant got to sample that little cunt. Come on, get up!"

She hauls Mel unceremoniously to her feet and pulls insistently at the shoulder straps of the other woman's bodysuit. Mel, slightly dazed, helps as best she can, and soon she's standing there naked as Mary tosses the suit away. Mary wraps her arms around Mel from behind, pulling her close as she runs her fingers lightly over Mel's arms, breasts, bellies, thighs. Mel's small breasts are all gooseflesh, pink, puffy nipples erect, and her thighs are slick and shiny with desire. She stares at Grant, slackjawed, as she gasps under Mary's touch.

"Since you haven't really been fucked before, little Mel, let me tell you the basics," Mary murmurs. "When Grant takes you, he might do it from in front or behind. From the front is more intimate...you're face-to-face, your breasts against his chest, your arms and legs free to wrap around him and hold him tight to you as he fucks you." Her hand flicks down to lightly stroke Mel's clit, and Mel groans. "Or...he might mount you from behind. Fuck you down into the mattress. That's intimate, too, but in a different way...more feral. It can remind you that you're both just animals, that you're a bitch being fucked by a bull." She smiles at Grant over Mel's shoulder as her hand tightens on the back of the girl's neck. "What's it to be, master?"