Queen of the Nile: Part 2

Kara followed her twin brother Darin downstairs, yawning as she went. The two of them slept in the same room on the second floor in the same beds, and had for years. Only recently since they both turned eighteen had they begun to take women and other men into the bed for their pleasure, but that was infrequent.

Kara was much like her brother, both with the white hair of their mother, Alara. Kara had inherited her mother’s large breasts and beautiful features, which of course made her popular amongst the men in the village, and her brother Darin had the large muscles that came from field work beneath his clothes.

Kara stretched on the way down and pushed her arms over her head. She noticed her brother’s eyes falling on her chest and she smirked to herself; he wasn’t her type.

When they reached the kitchens, they found their mother laid out naked on the table face up, her favorite slave Imhotep busily slurping and sucking the shaved pussy like she was eating a grapefruit.

“Morning,” Alara moaned, her arms clutching the table edge beneath her head. Her arms had long hieroglyphs tattooed along the pale skin, and her belly was swollen from another pregnancy. There hadn’t been any more children since Kara and Darin, and it was said that their father Joachim had been taking his women in the asshole for the last eighteen years for this very reason.

“On the breakfast table, mother? We are supposed to eat here,” Kara grumbled.

“Can’t… help… it,” Alara panted. “Your father has been gone for… ugh, so good Imhotep! Gone for weeks now.”
Darin sat down and began to eat some freshly baked bread right next to his mother’s moaning, quivering form. He reached out and squeezed her breast absent-mindedly with one hand.

Kara Joined him but kept her hand to herself; she had little interest in her mother’s body. She felt that she’d inherited some of her mother’s sexual tendencies, and honestly couldn’t get enough cock or tongue, but the thought of her naked mother didn’t excite her like it did her brother.

She took a few bites of her bread as her mother climaxed next to her, and tried to ignore the shaking of the table. After a few moments, Imhotep left to clean up and Alara joined them for their morning meal. As she leaned over the table to get a piece of bread her large breasts dangled down so far that her nipples touched the table. They weren’t saggy as such, but perhaps not as firm as they once were. They had only gotten bigger over the years, too.

“Father is returning today,” Darin said now that the entertainment was over.

“Which is why your daily chores are to go to the bazaar. Your father will want me naked and ready for him without his children as distractions.”

“Yes mother,” Kara and Darin said together. That was a job they didn’t mind: it would be fun to choose the yearly slave, see the villagers, and deal with the merchants.

“Kara, did you practice this morning before breakfast?” Alara asked sternly, knowing the answer. Like any mother, she seemed to have supernatural powers and knew where her children were any time of the day. Even though she had been distracted with a slave’s tongue on her clit at the time, she hadn’t missed the fact that Kara had come down the stairs yawning.

“I’ll practice later,” Kara said dismissively.

“You’ll practice now,” Alara corrected her. “Men learn but one skill when it comes to battle, but women must learn several. Just as Darin learns the sword, so too must you learn the power, and the use of your body to get your way.”

Kara grimaced. Her mother had been teaching her the use of the power for as long as she could remember, and had begun training in the ways of the flesh since Kara had turned 18. There were certain techniques with the hands, the mouth, and the lower body that women could use to drive men wild, giving them incredible bargaining power when it came to negotiation. A man would have to sell his sword to get a wealth of deben, putting his life on the line every minute of every day. A woman just had to sell her body.

“Come with me,” Alara suddenly declared, standing up from the table. There was no arguing with the woman when her mind was set on something, so Kara resigned herself to following. Alara strode out of their house and into the yard, wearing nothing but her sandals. Some of the men that worked the fields stopped to stare, and Kara didn’t blame them: her mother was quite the sight.

Their house was originally owned by Kara’s uncle, Atos, before he suffered an accident on a trading journey before she was born. It was a rural farm property with fields of all kinds: barely, wheat, flax, corn, melons, and so on, and plentiful fruit trees. While it wasn’t the main source of income for the family, every property remotely near the Nile always had a farm of some kind, at the least so they could eat or use what they grew.

Alara brought her daughter to the orchard where fruit trees surrounded them on all sides. Some of the family’s slaves—mostly women that Joachim or Alara bought in the marketplace—worked picking the fruit.

“Show me your progress, daughter,” Alara commanded.

In-Class Blowjob

“Today we’ll be learning how to write essays, since so many of you failed the last ones,” Mr. Kent said in a bored drawl. It was a hot Monday afternoon, and the class was pissed off. Mr. Kent had revealed their marks for their first Year 12 assessment, and it was clear that he was a hard marker; nobody had scored above a 65%.

James felt like mutiny was in the air. Nobody had their books open. Nobody was paying attention. The school had a strict no phones policy, but half the class was on Fuck Book. Mr. Kent had asked two guys to put their phones away already, but they had flat out refused, and he hadn’t been able to stop them.

“Get out your books and copy what I write on the board,” Kent said, glaring at the guys and girls sitting at the desks. Nobody made a move.

“Do as I say,” Kent growled. Still nobody moved. It was too hot to do work.

Mr. Kent marched over to the door and opened it up, then just walked out of class.

“What the hell?” Shelly asked as Kent left. James looked over to the girl and shrugged. Shelly was his girlfriend for the past two months, mostly because she had a mouth like a motorboat. Shelly spent most of her time at lunch breaks on her knees, but she also had a great sense of humor, so James had had to take her out. Somehow, they’d ended up dating.

Over on the other side of the class one of the popular girls had taken off her shirt and had a guy sucking on each nipple. She played on her phone and yawned.

They waited for a few minutes, long enough that James considered pulling down Shelly’s panties and giving her a thorough anal fuck; but then the door opened and Mr. Kent appeared in class.

“Since you lot won’t pay attention,” Mr. Kent said, “I thought I’d bring in some help.”

A group of naked girls walked in, talking and laughing amongst themselves. The Study Aids.

“I know you’re not scheduled to receive pleasure from the Study Aids today, but… maybe I was a little harsh in marking. If you can pay attention, then we can have a little fun. Go on, girls.”

Mr. Kent slapped each girl on the ass as they entered the classroom. There were 15 in all, enough for one to every student, and they quickly crawled under the desks and got to work. Shelly waved at Alice, one of her friends, as she took position below James’s desk. Alice was a pretty brunette with braces, and she always loved to laugh. When her mouth wasn’t filled with cock.

“Alice! Did you manage to do our geometry homework?” Shelby asked as Alice unzipped James’ jeans. He helped her by wriggling out of his underwear and exposing his rock-hard cock for her pleasure. She grabbed it in one had and began jerking him off as she talked to Shelby.

“I never got it finished. We should work on it at lunch,” Alice said. She had a pretty face even without makeup. Mr. Kent cleared his throat and she raised her eyebrows, smiled, and effectively stopped talking by filled her mouth with dick.

James sighed as the wet hole lowered over his cock. He could feel the girl’s warm tongue slicking along the side and tip, teasing him, daring him to cum. He tried his best to ignore her and focus on Mr. Kent, who was now talking to a very attentive class.

The heat, the anger at the class’s scores on tests, had all been forgotten, and there was complete silence, but for the sound of eager sucking going on below the tables. Even the girls had their fun; because there was one Study Aid to each student, each female student was sitting on another girl’s face.

“We’ll be following the TEEL outline for our essays, which is the most basic…” Mr. Kent went on, drawing the acronym on the board. James looked around the class, watched as some of his classmates let their girls suck at a leisurely pace; some brutally facefucked and dropped a load down an eager throat; others gave their girls a white, sticky facial. The girls ranged, too, from sitting still to riding wildly, and some of them had already cum hard into the faces of their peers.

Shelby was looking over at Alice sucking James’ cock, and she had one hand under her thin shirt, playing with her hard nipples.

“She’s really going hard,” Shelby whispered with a smile. James didn’t know if she was referring to Alice or to the study aid under her own desk, face pressed hard into Shelby’s wet pussy.

James nodded and placed one weak hand on the back of Alice’s head. The girl was speeding up, as if she was trying to impress Shelby. James didn’t mind. She was deepthroating him hard, and he wanted to give her a thick throatpie, but he wasn’t there just yet. A few more moments.

He looked around at the orgasmic expressions on the female students and he smiled and grabbed Alice’s head with his other hand as well. A girl these days could take a thorough facefucking without gagging, but he thrust so hard into Alice’s face that the poor girl must have almost got a concussion.

He pounded away with his cock rubbing the walls of her throat and he looked over to his girlfriend as he groaned and spurted down deep inside. Alice made a little coughing noise but her porcelain throat gulped the juices down, one spurt at a time, eating the majority of his load.

He panted and pulled out of her mouth, his tip shooting a few extra threads of jizz onto her tongue. She obediently held her mouth open and he felt himself grow even more excited as he saw the way the jizz played across her braces.

“Swallow,” he ordered. She gulped and ate the rest of his load, and he slowly pushed her head back onto his cock again. She began to suck slowly, knowing how sensitive he was just after finishing.

They had an hour left of the lesson, which meant that he could probably drop off another couple of loads before the bell. He reached over and playfully tweaked Shelby’s nipple before opening his book. He began to copy down the notes Mr. Kent wrote on the board. This was turning out to be a great class.