Lo, A Matron Blooming

Sweetheart of Summa Chi-3

Ms. Hallstrom regarded Nyah with the self-satisfied look of an assured matron. Her graying hair was up in a tightly twisted bun. Her braless bust line lay settled comfortably in her lap. Her modest neckline could not conceal the depth of her cleavage.

Nyah’s mentor, Sarah, was a tennis player. Even without a bra, her proud breasts rode high on her chest. She was six feet tall with a powerful upper body and a tiny waist. She waited for Ms. Hallstrom’s nod before she ordered Nyah to approach the table. Nyah stepped forward and her escorts stepped back into the shadows, leaving her standing alone in the soft amber light, Sarah knew Ms. Hallstrom had made the right choice. Nyah’s huge mahogany eyes, ebony swept lashes, her supplicant mouth, dark toffee complexion, and classic breast profile reminded Sarah of a Nubian Queen. Nyah’s denim-clad ass was icing on the cake. She was simply begging for a damn good spanking.

Ms. Hallstrom broke the silence. “Welcome to Summa Chi’s inner sanctum, Nyah. You do understand why your sisters brought you here.”

“W-Well, yes, Ms. Hallstrom… I think I do.”

“Don’t play games with me, Nyah. It does not become you. Feigned ignorance is not in the Summa Chi lexicon. Most importantly, you must be truthful with me or you will rue the day. With Sarah’s help, I have chosen you for a singular honor, the highest award our sorority can bestow on its members. I have selected you, as this year’s Sweetheart of Summa Chi. It is an august award you must never take lightly – not even years down the road. Are you willing to accept this reward and submit to all it entails?”

Staring intently into Ms. Hallstrom’s eyes, Nyah straightened her spine and nodded while she murmured her assent. She suddenly realized just how much the Sorority Mother resembled her mother. There never was any question. More than anything, she now knew and wanted this award and all of its consequences. She thought of her mother and Eliah. She did not feel a trace of fear or hesitation.

Full speed ahead, girl.

“Very well, then. I could not be more pleased that you have chosen to follow in your mother’s footsteps. You should feel honored and grateful. Your persona, your body, your family lineage have brought you to Summa Chi. It is why I have chosen you. I hope and pray your younger sister, Eliah, will join Summa Chi and follow you when her time comes. I can scarcely imagine three Sweethearts of Summa Chi from one family. It has never happened before.”

Nyah was suddenly overcome with love and gratitude for this woman. In a trembling voice, she said, “Mother Hallstrom, this is an honor I never expected. How can I thank you? I promise to do everything you and Sarah expect of me.”

“I’m sure you will, Nyah. Now, let us proceed,” she said, glancing at Sarah.

Sarah pulled out a drawer in the table and took out a thick maple paddle. She handed it to Ms. Hallstrom who rose slowly from her chair. She nodded to the sorority sisters, summoning them from the shadows. One knelt before Nyah, opened her jeans, and worked the stiff new denim down to her ankles. She wrapped her arms around Nyah’s hips and eased her open mouth onto the thong and her swollen s*x. The other girl undid the silk bonds that held Nyah’s arms behind her and removed her top. Nyah barely noticed they had freed her arms and her pendulous waist-deep breasts were fully exposed. She was too preoccupied with the naughty girl between her thighs, her eager mouth, and tongue.

Ms. Hallstrom let the girl play for another minute before she ordered her to her feet. Nyah could have screamed when the Sorority Mother ordered the girl to stop. Still immersed in an erotic haze, Nyah stared into Ms. Hallstrom’s eyes as the matron came to her and lowered her raspberry thong over her plump thighs to expose her aching s*x. She was smiling at Nyah as her s*x emerged. She slipped a bold finger between its fulsome lips.

“Excellent,” Ms. Hallstrom said to Sarah. “Your girls have elevated Nyah to the perfect state. It will enhance her punishment.”

Ms. Hallstrom’s level gaze held Nyah captive, spell bound before her. There was something new in her eyes she had not seen before. Whether it was desire or determination, she could not tell. She was about to experience the prelude, the introduction to the profane Rite. The love and desire in Mother Hallstrom’s eyes, her strong fingers teasing the wet folds of her s*x were almost too much. Her knees weakened. She could hardly stand. She would have submitted to anything that Mother Hallstrom asked her to do. She would have performed her most deviant wishes. She prayed she’d remember every detail, the flickering amber light, the sway of her heavy bronzed breasts, the love in the air, the overwhelming silence, and fingers like probing tongues. Ms. Hallstrom wet her lips as she triggered Nyah’s first orgasm. Poor Nyah shivered with embarrassment. She murmured an apology before it had even subsided.

“As well you should,” Ms. Hallstrom said. “I did not say you could come – not yet. Agony always precedes ecstasy.”

Nyah could not help herself. She gasped when Ms. Hallstrom began to caress the resilient undersides of her breasts, fondle her taut n*****s and thighs, and run her fingertips over the exquisitely tender biscuit flesh of her s*x. She melted into submission when Ms. Hallstrom sat down and drew her down onto her lap. She adored Ms. Hallstrom. She was her spiritual surrogate mother. She waited desperately for her to spank her; she hoped it would be good and hard. When the sorority mother had cinched her into her pillowy bosom and cracked her backside with the first stinging splat of the maple paddle, Nyah squirmed. Ms. Hallstrom ignored her. She held her tightly into the softness of her breasts. Nyah weakened and began to cry.

“Let it out, child,” the matron encouraged. “Tell me about Sam.”

Nyah could see Sam’s engorged c**k, erect and hard, rippled with veins, its scarlet dome pointing straight at her. She told Mother Hallstrom she had laughed like a child when she took Sam’s c**k into her hands. Holding him, feeling him slip into submission, had given her what she now knew she had been striving for all along. It was complete control over Sam. Without even thinking, she had ordered Sam to go down on her, not having any idea what it meant except that Sarah had suggested she do it.

“And then,” the Sorority Mother said, giving her another hard smack with the paddle.

“At first, he just teased me, kissed the outer lips of my p***y. Mother, his mouth drove me crazy!”

Out of the blue came another stinging splat. Nyah’s eyes closed as she savored the sting spreading deep into her belly and her inflamed thighs. “He was so gentle, sort of insinuating his tongue, but he didn’t go deep.”

“Were you still holding his c**k?” Ms. Hallstrom asked, punctuating her question with a smack of the paddle. Nyah’s seat was on fire now and it added to her pleasure. She could have stayed on Ms. Hallstrom’s lap forever.

“Yes. I told him not to come… Ouch... His c**k… it was… m-m-m… smaller… not really what I expected.”

“Boys come in all sizes, Nyah. With your babysitting experience, you should know that. Never tell a boy his c**k is small. It is what it is and he cannot correct that."

“Yes, Mother.”

Splat!

“When he f****d you, did you drain him… every last drop?”

“I think so… When I tried to see if he could come one last time, the poor boy was spent. He couldn’t make it big any more. His c**k had shrunk so that I could scarcely hold it between my two fingers.”

“Did you have orgasms like you do with Sarah?”

Nyah blushed and winced as the paddle landed. “N-No… Mother… it was nothing like that.”

“Excellent. You did well, Nyah. We have bigger c***s in Summa Chi, but I thought it best to start you off with Sam.”

Ms. Hallstrom looked up and smiled at Sarah. “A good paddling brings out the best in our Nyah. Do remember that, Sarah.”

When Mother Hallstrom finally stopped the spanking and let Nyah off her lap, her seat was glowing. “You stay right there. Let Sarah have a good look at our new Sweetheart of Summa Chi.”

Sarah lifted Nyah’s massive breasts and put her lips to her aching n*****s. When she began to suck, Nyah nearly collapsed. Her n*****s were aching and engorged; grown so large they made her ashamed. Ms. Hallstrom was watching her succumb to Sarah. She leaned forward.

“Well now, I can tell you both. I have not seen such a deliciously big bottom and breasts to match since Nyah’s mother was down here. That was twenty years ago and I will never forget her. Look at her n*****s, Sarah. She is a budding goddess. How blessed we are to have her. The sight of her fills me with joy.”

“You don’t have to tell me, Ms. H.,” Sarah said. “I’m reminded of it every time I take her to bed. She will show well.”

“Nyah, stop that silly blushing. Your breasts and n*****s are just two of the reasons we chose you. Your bust line aside, I can tell you that you are exactly what we wanted. You’re as close as one can get to the perfect Sweetheart of Summa Chi.”

Ms. Hallstrom’s words made Nyah blush even deeper. The sorority mother’s frankness filled her with pride as well as embarrassment. She knew her n*****s were substantially larger than any of her sorority sisters, including Sarah, her mentor. Her mother had tried to dissuade her concern, saying her own breasts and n*****s were larger than her daughter’s. It was both a blessing and a curse. In time, her mother assured Nyah her bust line would become more blessing and less of a curse. Her mother’s words and Sarah’s hands roaming over her pendulous bosom reassured her and soothed the pain in her backside. Her n*****s had grown so hard and erect they stung with the strain. Sarah’s lips at her n*****s sent shafts of pleasure coursing through her. Her p***y felt like it had liquefied.

Sweetheart of Summa Chi!

It was really happening… the dawning awareness made her light-headed. She was going to be this year’s Sweetheart!

Sarah’s lilting voice floated up from between her breasts. “I could bed you this instant. However, that will have to wait. I’d love to have your younger sister, too. You must know how much I want to f**k Eliah. Unfortunately, for me, by the time she becomes a Sweetheart candidate, I will be an alumna. However, Ms. H. will still be here. She will guide her through the process. First, your mother, and now her eldest daughter is Sweetheart. That is the sweetest thing. With Mother’s permission, we can progress to the ecstasy.”

Ms. Hallstrom handed a huge rubber c**k to Sarah, which she expertly strapped to her hips over her jeans. Seeing what Sarah meant to do, Nyah stiffened as the two girls bent her naked body over the table. Ms. Hallstrom sat motionless, watching, her eyes smoldering with excitement. Held down by the girls, Nyah’s s*x bloomed between her thighs like the carmine folds of a rain-dappled rose. Sarah reluctantly ignored the lush vision as she smeared her c**k with gel. She gently guided the bulbous head of her c**k into Nyah’s budding anus. As Sarah began to work the c**k in and out, she cradled the resilient expanse of Nyah’s breasts, which reminded her of huge water-filled balloons. Her n*****s were thumb-sized nubs, extended and fiery hot, desperately wanting Sarah’s suckling lips around them.

Sarah had never before f****d Nyah in her backside. At first, the pain was bright, exquisite, it over came everything else. Gradually, the pain morphed into a dome of pleasure she’d never experienced before. Sam’s c**k was smaller than Sarah’s strap-on. It felt as if Sarah had skewered her. Her breasts were heavy with need. They ached to be nursed. Sarah’s fingers played over her hardened n*****s. She squeezed them and drew them out from her breasts, hurting Nyah, who bit her lip but said nothing. The tips of her n*****s stung as Sarah teased and pinched them. Ms. Hallstrom watched tight-lipped. Her eyes narrowed to slits, her hand tucked beneath her skirt.

Nyah was no longer aware of the other women in the room. Her pain had faded; she was altered now, awash in ritualistic pleasure as Sarah bottomed out the big c**k. Nyah shrieked, pleaded for more. She was not aware of the erotic transmission flowing like a river from Ms. Hallstrom to Sarah. Her cries drifted out into the darkened corridor.