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Final Exam

By: RoughRider007



The only reason Fiona kept attending these history lectures was because of him. Well, not really – she truthfully enjoyed history, all the different and exotic cultures fascinated her, ever since she was a child – but the TA fascinated her more. He wasn’t the kind of guy she usually noticed at first glance, but her attraction to him had been growing throughout the semester. At first it was just a “hey, he’s cute”, then a slightly more animalistic pull, occasional glances at his crotch, doing her Kegels when he was in sight, but now, the last day of class, her passion was a raging torrent. 

She had deduced throughout the course of the semester that his name was James. A good, solid name. The kind of name an aspiring historian would have. He piqued her interest when clarifying the values of early Islamic peoples, namely their treatment of women, which Fiona (an avid feminist) was always interested in. Mostly so she could have even more reasons to call men scum. James was taller than she was, but not too tall; maybe five ten. He had a chiseled face with an adorable cleft in his chin, ruddy complexion, and chocolate-brown hair that was cut in such a way that a few tendrils always fell in front of his dark, honest eyes. Being a History TA, he was in mid-to-late twenties, perhaps even thirty, but the eighteen-year-old, fresh-faced, just-finishing-first-semester-of-college Fiona didn’t give a damn. She loved the way he wore pants just loose enough to catch on the muscles of his butt, giving her an idea of its size and shape, but no more. His arms were surprisingly muscular for a guy who most likely didn’t hit the gym very often. They had that nonchalant quality to them, of a man who is strong but doesn’t force fitness upon himself. As for the rest of his body, well, Fiona could tell he was no bodybuilder, but she found the subtle outlines of his muscles behind his loose T-shirts intriguing. No hard flat abs, that’s for sure, but it was guaranteed to please her.

Last bubble blacked out on her Scan-Tron, Fiona took a deep breath, steeling herself for what she was about to do. She wasn’t usually the forward type, or a seductress of any kind, but damn, watching him throughout that final had been torture! She kept on feeling her eyes drawn to the fly of his pants, or his firm biceps. If she didn’t do this now she would regret it the rest of her life. Clutching her finished exam in one hand, and the small piece of paper with her cell-phone number, the hour of eight-thirty PM, and her dorm’s name, in the other, Fiona walked slowly up to the front of the class. She plopped her test down in front of the other TA, who was busy (thank God!) reading the essay portion. When she approached James, the object of her desire, on her way out Fiona slipped the piece of paper under his fingers. She looked down at where he was seated. Their eyes met in a blaze of mutual recognition of desire. 

“My roommate is gone tonight,” she murmured, so only he could hear, “Call me.”

And with that Fiona left, making sure her hips were swaying as seductively as possible as she walked. She could feel his eyes on her back all the way out the door.

*

James wasn’t sure at first if he should do it. He didn’t know anything about her, this girl who sat attentively in the front of the class, taking notes diligently. All he knew was that she loved Ancient Egypt, stayed after sometimes to discuss a lecture point with the professor, and had the greatest breasts he had ever seen. They were huge for a girl of her slight frame, and she often wore either tight shirts or low cut ones to show them off. Never skanky, though, not her. Despite how hot she looked in those sexy shirts, or how cute her tight little ass was in those hipster flared jeans, Fiona always managed to give the impression of ladylike aloofness – almost painful untouchability combined with smoldering sex appeal. It was funny, this nerdy little girl with glasses and freckled, clearly in love with history, to be such a freaking turn on! Her hair was reddish-brown, and brushed gently at her collarbone…how he longed to tangle his hands in that hair and gently nibble on those tiny rosebud lips of hers, lips she often chose to highlight with red lipstick of a sophisticated shade. But it was totally improper, accepting such a blatant invitation for sex, especially from one he suspected to be a freshman, and here he was a twenty-five-year-old Grad student….Oh, what the hell, James thought at last, stuffing the paper into his back jeans pocket, It’s a one night stand with a girl who is dying for a fuck. Why the hell not? Been awhile since I’ve had that kind of fun.

*

At eight forty-five p.m. Fiona received the call she had been waiting for. All James said was, “I’m out front.”

Trembling with excitement, she took the elevator down. James was waiting outside, hands in his pockets. Her heart pounding, Fiona held open the door to her dorm so he could slip into the warm building. His arm brushed against her breast as he passed, causing her nipple to jump out as it became suddenly aroused. They exchanged nothing but polite, shy smiles as they waited for the elevator to arrive, and didn’t look at each other on the ride up. In fact, not until they reached Fiona’s corner room, empty of roommate, and closed the door behind them did they slowly turn to face each other.

“So…” said James, feeling idiotic, “I’m guessing you didn’t want clarification on the ships used in the Ming dynasty, right? Although if you do, I have a couple more slides in my - ”

“No,” Fiona cut in, her voice huskier than she had intended. She swallowed, trying to drown the butterflies in her chest, “I…um…actually, I would rather learn about the lives of actresses in China at that time, but, um….the reason I gave you my number is…”

Her voice trailed off, humiliated, too embarrassed to speak. James decided to take a risk. He could feel the heat coming from her body, and loved the way her funny little paperboy cap covered her eyes when she lowered her head. So, he finished her sentence for her.

“…You’ve been lusting after me all year?”

Fiona lifted her face abruptly. Her eyes met with James’, and his were bursting with an animal-like hunger she could tell he had been saving up al year. Her own ocean-blue eyes must have held a similar emotion, for just as she was about to answer yes his mouth engulfed hers in a fiery kiss. He didn’t waste time being sweet or trying to seduce her; he could tell she needed little encouragement. Fiona felt his tongue occupy her mouth, swooping around hers, along her teeth; their lips ground together like whetstones, craving more of each others bodies. 

James felt his hands grasp hungrily at her waist, fingers wiggling at the hem of her self-altered shirt, inching it up. He could feel warm skin meet with his palms, and the smoothness and firmness of her body excited him to no end. He could feel his erection building hard and hot between them, jutting into her hip. Fiona moaned against his mouth as he kissed her fervently. They soon had to pause in their kiss as the shirt had made it up to Fiona’s head, so she lifted her arms to allow him to peel it off like the skin of an orange. James moaned when he saw her breasts. They were even fuller than he had imagined, billowing out of her plain red bra, pale as moonlight against the vibrant crimson. He couldn’t help it. Before the discarded shirt even hit the ground his face was buried in her cleavage, his lips caressing the sensitive skin. Fiona gasped in delight as his fondling sent tingles of sensation all through her, and she buried her hands in his hair. It was satiny soft, with those longer strands in the front slipping easily through her fingers – just like she had imagined. 

“Oh, God, take me now,” she breathed, nearly incoherently. James’ hands were already fumbling with the clasp of her bra, snapping it open. He lifted his face momentarily so he could watch as he slid the straps off Fiona’s thin shoulders, releasing the weighty orbs that had been supported therein. Her breasts fell heavily to her chest, round and firm, but large – with small nipples nearly the same pale shade as the rest of her skin, but with a slightly rosy tint. He couldn’t take it. He had to have her; all thoughts of history and classroom decorum were forced from his brain as his teeth closed over one of those hard little bumps. Fiona let out a faint scream as surges of pleasure overtook her. She pressed James’ head to her chest, panting with the force of her desire.

James firmly but gently edged her over to the bed, easing her onto it as his lips and tongue flicked over and around her nipples, eliciting little moans and sighs that excited him more than he had ever expected. As her head fell back onto the blankets her darling orange paper-boy cap flipped off her head, revealing a pair of pigtails that had been suffering from hat hair for some time. Fiona grinned as he paused with a bemused look at her hairdo, and managed to sit up enough to pull out the hair ties, remove her glasses, and set both carefully on the bedside table. She sat up, arching her back so her breasts jutted out in front of her, beckoning to James’ greedy hands. He cupped them as she thrust her fingers into her hair, tousling it vigorously. She looked so sexy, with her hands tangled in her short hair, gasping every now and then when his thumb skimmed over her nipples. Fiona finally gave her head a good shake, flinging her hair over one half of her face, and gave James her best ‘come and get me’ smirk.

With her glasses off and the makeup she had carefully applied that morning, Fiona’s usually hidden eyes were surprisingly dramatic. James had to spend a moment just gazing into the, suddenly shy about what he was doing. Fiona just grinned and slid her hands deliberately up the front of his shirt, letting her fingers explore the torso she had fantasized about all semester.

“Take this off,” she said at last. James was happy to oblige, and tore off his plain gray T-shirt in one motion. Fiona sighed and slid her hands up his chest again, reveling in the heat of his skin against her fingers. His body was as she had imagined it – firm, but not prone to frequent exercise. His arms were just as wonderful as Fiona had observed; the muscles in them clenched as he pulled himself up on top of her, resting his pelvis on hers. She could feel the hard shaft there, pressing insistently against the crotch of her blue jeans, and could only moan softly as he slowly began to grind it against her, in little figure eights, moving steadily between her legs, then pulling back just enough to make her body leap up into his, begging for more. 

James decided it was too much – he didn’t want to come yet, with both their pants still on! So he stopped his wordless seduction to sit up on the bed and fumble with his zipper, jumping to the floor so he could quickly shove his jeans down off his hips and pull off his socks and shoes. Meanwhile Fiona, with an unbearable expression of pure sexual desire on her otherwise sweet-looking face, also unbuttoned her jeans, slid the zipper open slowly, and stood. They were a pair of those stretch jeans so popular now, that hugged a girl’s figure like a second skin. As Fiona carefully rolled them down off her hips James could only stare hungrily as more of her lithe young figure began to emerge. Her breasts seemed unusually large for the rest of her slender body, with a trim waist and hips obviously not made for childbearing – fine with James. Her thighs were pale, trim and well-muscled, but smooth like a woman’s should be. As Fiona pulled her jeans off one leg at a time, James enjoyed the view of her inadvertent display of sexuality. She was wearing a tiny little red thong made of mesh, so it clearly showed her (recently waxed, no doubt) bikini line. As she lifted her leg to remove her pants he could catch a glimpse of the dark, moist treasure she had hidden there. When her pants were off Fiona turned, presenting her small, firm butt with its seductive string that disappeared between the supple cheeks. With a glance over her wiry shoulder that would have done any porn star proud, she hooked her thumbs over the strings over her hips and slipped off her thong. James could easily see how wet fabric at the center of it was, from where it had been nestled in the outer lips of her vagina. 

With her thong clinging to her ankles, Fiona standing naked before him, craving his body, James felt like a sex god. He tore off his boxers – grateful he had chosen them today instead of the usual plain briefs, not nearly as conducive to the sex god image – and grabbed her angular hips, yanking them against him. Fiona gasped in pleasant surprise as his fully erect member slid beneath the high cheeks of her buttocks, tantalizing her damp labia. James kissed her neck, then her shoulder, sliding his hands up her toned back. Fiona’s hands found his ass, and discovered it to be pleasantly firm and muscular. She massaged it gently while James slid back and forth agonizingly against her. Finally she could take it no more – she wanted sex now. Fiona flipped around and, grabbing James’ face in her hands, kissed him with an insatiable passion, closing her teeth over his lower lip, sucking at his mouth, demanding with her tongue that she wanted more immediately. James was happy to comply, and pushed her roughly down onto the soft mattress. His penis was slipping in the warm, sticky lubricant her body produced. Then an unfortunate thought hit his mind, and he pulled back with a great effort. Fiona stopped her desperate attempts to thrust her body into hers with a quizzical look.

“I didn’t bring a condom,” James admitting, feeling like an idiot. With her wet pussy right there in front of his face, he had to forget a thing like that!

“I’m on the Pill,” Fiona replied firmly, “Don’t you dare leave me so unsatisfied.”

That was all the incentive James needed. But before he could push himself into her like he so desired Fiona unexpectedly slid down and took his member in her mouth, sucking with an expertise he hadn’t expected from one as ladylike as she usually appeared. She left this dick slippery with saliva as Fiona rearranged her hips against his with a grin.

“A girl can always use a little extra lube,” she said, by way of explanation. James didn’t answer – his mouth instead dived to her throat, sucking, nibbling at the soft skin. Fiona let out a cry of joy as he entered her slowly, with much small circling of his penis within her. God, she was so tight, it was almost an effort to get all of himself inside her! But it felt so good, the walls of her vagina providing extreme pressure, even as he thrust all the way inside her. James found himself forgetting to pleasure the woman beneath him in his desperation of lust. He pulled out, thrust in, quickly, again and again. Damn, no woman had any right to feel this good! None would compare afterwards. Fiona let out screams of ecstasy with every one of this thrusts; she wrapped her legs firmly around his hips to bring them more firmly together, to help him penetrate her deeper. Each one of her uninhibited noises was an encouragement to James. He felt like an animal, propped up above her on his elbows, pumping hard into her welcoming body. Fiona’s eyes were closed, her head tossed back, and her fingernails digging into the flesh of his shoulders. The pain only increased his excitement to an unbearable peak.

“God, girl, you can’t make me come yet, you feel too good,” he managed to say through clenched teeth, unable to believe the sensations her taught young body was capable of producing. 

“Come in me,” she said, teeth bared in a feral grimace of intense pleasure, “I like it – do it now!”

James was happy to oblige. A few more thrusts and he was ready. The motion of his body stopped abruptly as he gasped for air, waves of intense relief shattering his body. Fiona felt herself filled with his hot semen; it burned her, but she loved the sensation and bucked against him, loving the expression of impossible rapture on his face. At last James felt himself depleted and fell on top of her, feeling her soft breasts flatten against his chest. They lay connected for some time, both breathing hard, when James remembered….she hadn’t had her orgasm yet. It was hardly fair to take advantage of the joys her body provided without giving her anything in return! Not sure he truly had the breath to speak, James slid out of her. Fiona moaned as the semen gushed out of her, sending slick tingles of pleasure through her body. She expected him to get his clothes, but was surprised instead to suddenly feel his tongue flicking across her clitoris.

Fiona gasped with an incoherent expression of gratitude and desire as James, holding her bucking hips still with his amply muscled arms, continued to explore her nether regions with his mouth. So many folds and crannies, all slick with the mixture of their essences. He knew which one she really wanted, though, and she helped him find it by spreading her labia apart with her own hands while he restrained her hips. James licked it like a popsicle first, then vibrated his tongue, then traced around the tiny nub with tiny circles, to gauge what she liked best. It was hard to say, as Fiona was moaning and thrashing every time his tongue found her hot spot. She was so close to coming already, after that incredibly hot sex, that Fiona found it didn’t take nearly as long as it usually did. As he was flicking his tongue quickly against her clit, she felt the climax coming on, and gasped:

“Keep doing that! Don’t stop!”

Just a few more moments and the wave was upon her. Fiona cried out in unbelievable rapture, her body arching itself up as it shuddered with release of the tension that had built up inside her. James slowly slid back up her body with a grin, keeping his chest, only covered with a small fuzz of hair, which Fiona was thankful for – she preferred a smooth-ish chest on a man – in contact with her soft body as he went. Fiona was still breathing as though she had just finished a marathon, but she stopped his head before it went too far, holding it between her breasts by slipping her hands into his hair. James loved the feeling on her breasts against his face as she breathed; their soft weight kept brushing his cheek. He felt he could lie here for quite awhile.

“I’d say,” James panted at last, “That you earned an “A” for the course. For extracurricular activity in studying ancient practices of lovemaking.”

“Actually,” Fiona said playfully, her eyes twinkling, “I’d kind of like clarification on the mechanical advances of classical India.”

James just laughed and quickly flipped her over onto her stomach. He slid his hands down her back, cupped her butt cheeks, and gently brushed his body against hers, making her moan with renewed desire.

“Let me enlighten you…” 

Final Exam



It was the last day of the semester and final exams had just been completed. Jessica knew she was in trouble in Advanced Accounting. She was 22, slender, well built with long, flowing red hair. She was in her last semester of school and needed at least a B+ to pass this particular class and she just knew she completely bombed the final. Her mind had been elsewhere the entire semester but she was able to cover in all of her other classes on sheer intelligence and a heavy cram session right before the final. This one class, however, was ignored a little too much to recover by cramming for the final. Jessica knew her only hope was to speak to the professor and ask for some kind of extra credit.

Jessica tracked down Professor Reston in the classroom. It was at the end of the day and the last class had just been dismissed. Jessica stood there for a moment peering in at the professor through the only window to the classroom. He sat behind his desk grading a stack of papers that looked like the final exam she had taken earlier that day. The professor was not a bad looking man. Early 30's, with an average build, wavy auburn hair and a nice air of confidence about him. He had always been kind and understanding with Jessica and she considered him one of her favorite professors. 

Jessica let out a deep sigh, slid the door open quietly and stepped inside the room, closing the door behind her. Professor Reston looked up and shot a smile at Jessica that instantly disarmed her and made all her anxiety melt away instantly. She approached the professor and sat down in the student's desk directly in front of him. 

"Professor Reston, I have a question to ask you about the final exam." Jessica stated kind of sheepishly, paused a moment then continued. "I have a little problem and I'm hoping you can help me out" Jessica tried to put on her best "damsel in distress" look hoping to win the professor over as she continued. "Well, you see professor" Jessica stammered a little, searching for the right words to go with her look. "I really need to pass this class in order to graduate and I fear that I may have not done so well on the final. I really hate asking this of you, but is there any way you can see clear to offer some extra credit work or something along those lines to help my grade?" Jessica felt this twinge in her stomach as she asked and almost squinted as she waited for the answer she almost was certain would come.

Professor Reston stood up and started pacing around the room. He didn't start speaking immediately and Jessica started getting nervous. She didn't even notice that he pulled the shade down on the only window to the room and she never heard the lock on the door slide close. The professor continued to pace around the room and Jessica became aware of the professor staring at her even though she couldn't see his face. She started getting really uncomfortable. The professor had never acted this way before. As the professor returned to the front of the room, he grabbed the students desk next to Jessica, repositioned it right in front of hers facing the other direction and sat down, letting out a little sigh.

"Well, was there anything in particular you had in mind?" the professor asked almost too innocently. 

"I don't know professor, I'll do anything" Jessica stated.

At this, the professor undid the knot on his tie and let it hang loosely around his neck. He also unbuttoned the top button of his dress shirt. At this sight, Jessica felt a twinge of passion that was unexpected and almost distracted her from the conversation.

"What do you need me to do?" She finally asked.

At this last comment, Professor Reston stood up and moved around behind Jessica. He grabbed her by the shoulders and gently pulled her out of the desk. Just as Jessica was about to protest, the professor shoved the desk she had been sitting in out of the way and pushed her over the desk he had been sitting in. Jessica was shocked! She didn't know what to do and was stunned. As she reeled and tried to regain control of her mind, the professor moved around in front of Jessica, slid his tie from around his neck and used it to bind her hands to the legs of the desk. He used one end of the tie to bind her left hand to one leg, stretched the tie across to the other leg and bound her right hand to the desk. Jessica was floored. What was happening? 

About this time, Jessica regained her senses but she was helpless. She was trapped and she knew it. What the hell was the professor doing? However, some very sinister ideas started coming to her. The professor took his belt off and bound her feet to each leg of the desk. The trap was complete. Jessica was completely helpless. The professor circled the desk a couple of times without speaking a word. Jessica became excruciatingly aware of her own vulnerability. Her ass was jutting up in the air, her perky tits hanging down in the seat cavity. Her long supple legs extended fully, the muscles pulled taunt and her long flowing red hair hanging down around her face which she was helpless to move out of the way. She could no longer see what the professor was doing. Strangely, Jessica felt exhilarated all of a sudden. The professor's intentions were now completely obvious to her and she discovered it was turning her on.

"Are you ready for your final exam?" professor Reston asked sardonically and in one swift motion slid Jessica's miniskirt and panties to the floor. Jessica was speechless; she couldn't bring herself to speak. The professor picked up a ruler from his desk and smacked her ass cheek hard. "I asked you a question. If you don't wish to fail, you'd better answer now." The bite of the spanking snapped Jessica's mouth into action. "Yes, I'm ready." She answered quickly. There was another quick rap on the other ass cheek. "You will address me as ‘Professor'. Do you understand?" The professor asked.

"Yes, I understa…." There was another swift whack on the ass. "I don't think you heard me. Address me properly or you FAIL!" The professor said sharply. "Yes professor, I'm ready" Jessica yelped quickly. 

The professor continued…"That's better. Now this exam has two parts and you must pass both of them or you fail my class. Is this understood?" "Yes, Professor" Jessica squeaked out. 

"The first part of this exam is an oral presentation" stated the professor. Suddenly Jessica felt the professor's hand grab her hair and pull her head up. She was staring directly at the rock hard cock of the professor. Jessica had not even heard him unzip his pants. About the time Jessica realized what she was looking at, the professor shoved his cock into her mouth burying it into her throat. Jessica was reeling from the musky smell of the good professor as he started to move in and out fucking her mouth. She quickly regained her senses and began sucking his cock and using her tongue to swirl around the head. When his cock slid deep into your throat, she would slide her tongue out of her mouth and run it along the underside of the shaft. 

Jessica was starting to get into this. It was utterly humiliating and she loved it! The professor started moaning and breathing heavy as he continued to fuck her mouth. Her head bent back as far as it could comfortably go, opening up her throat and making her gag reflex disappear, Jessica was able to take the entire length of his cock without a problem. She began to moan with desire and realized in that instant that her pussy was soaked and for the first time in her life ached for a proper fucking. But she was helpless and she had to do what she was told or she'd fail. The professor thrusts grew into a frenzy and Jessica felt his balls tighten as he shot a huge load of cum deep into her throat. She gulped and gulped trying to swallow as much as possible but some still dripped out the side of her mouth and ran down her face. 

"Very good. You passed the first part" The professor said as his cock slid from Jessica's lips. She had never been so violated in her life and she loved it. Her jaw ached for the fierce fucking it had received. She let her head fall limp and closed her eyes trying to absorb what just happened to her. Jessica became aware that the professor had moved around behind her. "Now for the second part of the exam, multiple choice. Which part of your body is most sensitive right now: Your ass or your pussy?"


Jessica was in a daze, still reeling from the episode that just transpired. WHACK!!!! The professor smacked her ass with the ruler again and repeated "I asked you a question. Which part of your body is most sensitive: your ASS or your PUSSY?" Jessica snapped to attention. "My pussy, professor Reston" she answered. The professor knelt down and buried his face into Jessica's already quivering snatch. The professor buried his tongue deep into her gaping pussy lips that were already dripping with juices. Jessica nearly exploded at the feeling of her professor eating her out. She gyrate her hips and ground her pussy hard onto his face. As the professor continued to lick Jessica's sweet twat, he reached up under the desk, yanked her tank top down and let her perfect 36D breasts fall free. The professor began kneading her tits and tweaking her nipples all the while continuing to eat from Jessica's flesh buffet. Jessica was in heaven. She had never been used for pleasure like this and she couldn't stand it anymore. She let herself loose control and began screaming as the waves of her first orgasm washed over her. She spasmed hard. Harder than she had ever came before. She clenched her ass, abs snapped taunt and her pussy clenching over the professor's tongue. He never stopped licking her through her entire orgasm.

Jessica was spent. She lay there stretched over the student's desk completely limp. Suddenly, her head snapped up as she felt a warm moist sensation on her ass. "What the fuck is that???" she thought in a rush of panic. She tried to strain her head around and saw what was happening. It was then that she realized the professor was reaming her asshole with his tongue. 

She was alarmed. "No!" she thought "This can't be happening. I don't like this. This disgusts me…. Doesn't it?" But her body betrayed her. She felt the return of all the warm passions that she just experienced only this time they were more intense. She was confused. She was doing something …Dirty…Taboo…Good girls don't do this. So why did she enjoy it so much? She didn't have long to think about these things. The good professor was really giving her an ass reaming with his tongue. Then she felt the professor slide a finger into her pussy, then another. He began to finger-fuck her pussy while he licked her asshole furiously. 

Jessica began to buck wildly against the restraints that still bound her hands and feet to the desk. She struggled to gain an advantage on the professor but it was no use. She was truly out of control and only he commanded her body. Suddenly, Jessica was wracked with another orgasm more intense than the first. As her body spasmed hard, the professor stood up and slide his once again hard dick into Jessica's soaked pussy. She was still cumming when the professor began to fuck her fast and hard. Jessica felt the professor's balls slamming into her clit with every thrust that buried his cock deep into her pussy. 

Suddenly, the professor pulled out. Jessica's mind screamed "What? NO!!! I'm not done" but she dared not speak her true thoughts. "Professor Reston, Why'd you sto…." But the professor cut Jessica's words off abruptly by gently sliding his cock into her ass. Jessica couldn't breathe. She held her breath against the pain of being deflowered anally. It hurt but she wanted it badly. She had never experienced anything of this nature and she was instantly addicted. The professor grabbed Jessica's red hair and yanked her head back and around. "I want you to watch me as I fuck your ass" the professor demanded. He used her hair as leverage to force Jessica back onto his dick. She began to buck wildly and let loud moans of passion escape her lips. She didn't know how much more she could take. 

The professor then did something so unexpected that it blew Jessica's mind. He pulled his dick out of her ass and immediately shoved it deep into her pussy. Jessica couldn't believe it! The professor was actually taking turns fucking her pussy and her ass. The professor alternated back and forth giving exactly one thrust in each hole. Jessica never felt more alive in her life.

The final thrusts of the professors cock into her ass and pussy was too much for Jessica. She began climaxing so hard she nearly broke her back spasming. The professor buried his cock one last time deep into Jessica's ass and exploded; releasing a hot, sticky load of cum. The professor slumped over Jessica's back; chest heaving from the immense workout that just transpired. 

After a few minutes, the professor withdrew himself from Jessica's body and got dressed. He left her tied up to the desk as he walked back over to his desk and removed one of the exams from the stack of paper. He picked up a red pen and wrote something on the paper. He then turned back to Jessica and untied her hands. He laid the exam on the floor under Jessica's face. Jessica smiled as she read her own name on the paper with a big red A+ circled next to her name. 

She had passed the final exam…



Final Exam



Final Exam

My geology professor was a petite, auburn haired goddess. Early thirties, nice tits, green eyes, always wore skirts that showed off her shapely legs. And I was in love. Whether it was her intimidating beauty or the fear of being called upon in class, I'll never know. But nobody ever sat in the first row—nobody, that is, except for me. I was a shy little coward, but I knew what I liked. I sat close enough to smell her. She wore Chanel No. 5 as if it were invented solely for her. She put on just enough to be fragrant, but only to someone who paid attention. I was that someone, forever giving her my rigid attention. It was her intoxicating aroma that washed over me and lit up the inside of my brain at night, every night, when I took out my cock and fantasized about being with her. 

As usual, I was the lone student seated in the front row on the day of the final exam, and that suited me just fine. Only today, an important detail in my routine had changed. I passed by my usual spot at front and center and moved six chairs over to sit directly in front of the large oak desk I knew she'd be seated at when she came in to proctor the exam. The bittersweet end of the course had come at last, and I was intent on getting one last good look at her. I wanted to lock the closest details of her beauty into my memory before she vanished from my life forever.

"You moved," she said to me in her feminine voice when she entered the room, a tower of exams leaning into her torso.

"Oh yes," I blurted, thankful my voice did not crack. It was the first time she'd said anything directly to me that wasn't a question posed to the rest of the class. Feeling the desire to extend our little conversation, I added, "For final exams, I like to sit close to a clock."

Her sensuous lips parted when she smiled at me, revealing a flawless row of dazzling white teeth. A hint of rose blushed her cheeks, her eyes sparkled like Tiffany emeralds. It may well have been the brightest, most radiant smile I had ever seen.

"Whenever I proctor an exam," she told me, still smiling, "I like to sit where I can see a cock, too."

Somewhere inside my brain, a tanker truck tipped over and burst into flames. A squealing of brakes shredded the air in the moments before a wave of cars slammed into it. Did I hear that right?! I shook my head hard enough to rattle my eyes, although, I never actually moved my head. Oh, man. Get a grip. There is no way she said what I think she just said. But the youthful appendage set to stirring inside my pants had reason to think otherwise.

She sat no more than eight feet from me, close enough to give me a magnificent view of cleavage squeezed tight into a plain, white cotton blouse. Her top button was undone, and the second strained the fabric as much as my hard-on strained against the lap of my pants. Could I have stumbled and said cock first?

Her attention was divided in two. Half watched over the class while the other half studied a science journal of some sort. When I was certain she wasn't looking, I lifted my head to gaze at her. She idly played with a long, hanging strand of exotically hued hair while she read. She caressed the strand with sensual motion, her supple fingers gently twisting and teasing the tips at the climax of every tender stroke. I hitched in my chair unexpectedly. A tingling sensation licked round my tip, then shot down my shaft and electrified my balls. I gripped the sides of my chair and squeezed my buttocks tight, fearing I might lose it all right then and there. 

I calmed.

Somewhere near the midpoint of the three-hour exam I was so damn horny I couldn't read the questions anymore, let alone answer them. I looked up at her again. Her head was down and she was leaning forward. She was deeply immersed in what she was reading, taking plenty of notes as she read. Meanwhile, the second button of her blouse had worked itself free. I could see freckled, alabaster flesh all the way down to the cups of her bra. That tingling sensation ripped through me again, but this time I was prepared. I started my clench at the very onset of sensation, bearing down harder as intensity pitched and spiked. My dick throbbed. Heat radiated from my center in all directions. My entire body was vibrant and ringing with pleasurable sensations, but I was in control.

The mind wanders. And sometimes, it gets utterly lost. I knew there was no way she could see me. Beneath the two square feet of veneered particle board that was the hinged tabletop to my chair, I slowly pulled down on my zipper and set my aching cock free. My hands, my thighs, even my toes were trembling. Her slender fingers gripped and guided her pen as my manhood covertly bobbed on a rush of cool air. As I watched her read I fingered myself with due caution, silently brushing my fingertips up and down the length of my shaft. Warmth enveloped me, and soon, my tremors subsided. 

And then I grew bolder. I squeezed and twisted the head of my cock without ever taking my eyes off her breasts, without ever withdrawing the spirit of my waggling tongue from the smoldering depths of her pussy. I could smell her, I could taste her, I could plunge myself deep inside of her and never come up for air! 

It didn't take long to arrive at a state of arousal where fingering my cock as I looked at her was not nearly enough. Euphoria had me wrapped in her squeezing arms, depriving brain of blood. Stealth and sensibility surrendered to the scandalous whispers of slow, full length cock stroking. 

I felt so good, and yet so dirty! I couldn't believe how excited I was by the possibility of getting caught, and by the reality that this wasn't just another dorm room fantasy. I was brazenly masturbating in her very presence, right beneath her nose, with nearly a hundred students seated behind me who could see god only knows what. As long as I was mindful to stroke myself slowly, I told myself, she would never suspect a thing. 

But breathes there a man in possession of solid judgment while his fully erect penis, moist with pre-cum, teeters at the rumbling brink of eruption? I dared to stroke faster. 

Oh, my god! Oh, my god! my mind screamed when she shifted in her chair, enough to reveal a crescent of pink within a deep recess of her blouse that only I could see. Faster. Oh, my god! Oh, my god! Mmmm! And then, faster still. Ohhh! I closed my eyes and I saw her bent over the large oak desk while I fucked her from behind. Her skirt torn away from her body, I slammed into her sopping wet cunt, again and again. She gaped and she clenched, and she reared back to take the full fury of my every thrust. I hooked an arm around her hip to finger her swollen clit. I touched her and she moaned like a wild animal trapped betwixt the syncopated rhythms of my unrelenting passion. Reaching forward with my free hand, I grabbed a fistful of her deep red hair. I held it tight, pulling and whipping my capture across her bare shoulders and back. I dominated her, commanding an untamable mare to gallop. She bucked, she thrashed, she screamed out my name as orgasm ripped through her and devoured her whole.

My eyes flew open, but I could see nothing. I was gushing like a fire hose. White-hot jets of cum shot out of me in creamy ropes that lined and splotched the floor in front of my all-concealing chair. It took everything I had to keep myself from crying out, to conceal the lurid convulsions of my release, to remain utterly still in the midst of a raging thunderstorm at sea. 

Noble though my efforts were, they must have been betrayed by the pitter-pat echo of semen falling onto the naked, tiled floor. And her hearing had to be nothing short of extraordinary. When the sparkles finally dissolved away from my eyes, I saw her penetrating gaze looking right into me. My face flushed hot. The rest of my body shivered in icy cold sweat as I watched her close her eyes and shudder with abject revulsion. I cast my eyes downward to the speckles of cum that had dotted the front of her desk. They were melting and running like tears of regret and shame. I couldn't look up to face her, at least not yet. Keeping my head down, I pulled my spent dignity back into my pants and awaited my sentencing.

To my surprise, she remained quietly seated in her chair. Pencil points scratched upon paper, exam booklets rustled as pages were turned. Time passed, but she did not utter a single word. It was a labor to lift my head. Still unable to meet her gaze, I took my rest stop and stared at her boobs. She made a motion to fasten the lower button of her blouse but then released her fingers before the button could realize its function. When I finally dared to look up at her face, she looked me straight in the eye and smiled. It was a wicked, knowing, ass-nasty fucking sort of smile. I smiled nervously back at her, unsure of what to do next. The clock on the wall ticked off the seconds like cannon fire. There is another full hour left on the clock! I looked back at her and she was still grinning at me. I could smell the semen now. It hung thick in the air between us like death. Her nostrils flared and hellfire burned in her eyes while terror frosted in mine. And then . . . she winked. 

My face turned a new shade of red. Fresh beads of sweat sprang to my forehead and crawled like garden slugs down my back beneath my shirt. But the woman who knew that I knew what she knew refused to make anything of it at all. Incomprehensibly silent, she went back to reading her journal and to taking her confounded notes with a renewed sense of duty. And I returned to my exam, my attention split between heaven and earth and the clock on the wall. She did not lift her head, not even once, until the last agonizing minute of the exam was finally exhausted.

When the end came, the students all rose from their chairs to deposit their exams in boxes that sat on a table at the side of the room opposite where the professor remained seated at her desk. I got up to take my place in line, careful not to slip on my own signature. But as soon as I slunk away, she called me back to her desk.

"Please see me after you've dropped off your exam," she said to me in a hushed tone. "I need to have a word with you."

Here it comes. You are so damn busted. And I knew exactly what she was going to tell me. "Not only have you already failed this course, you are a disgrace to this school, to the university, and to your entire gender. You need not even bother to check on your final grade when it posts on Monday, nor on any of your other courses. I hope you understand."

But when I returned, she said nothing of the kind. Instead, she pulled open the center drawer of the desk and handed me the oversized envelope that was tucked inside. 

"Could you please deliver these specimens to Professor Coxbury's office?" she asked me politely. "He's in the research building across the quad. His office number is written on the back of the envelope."

What?! Is she actually going to let this all go? A giddy sense of getting away with murder foolishly swept over me.

"Oh, it would be my, um—thank you, yes!" 

You stupid, stupid fuck! She ought to fail you just for being a tongue-tied, blithering moron.

She looked for a moment as if she might be confused, or perhaps she was considering whether to say something more. But she didn't. She handed me the envelope without saying another word, grinning so wide at me I thought I might burst.

I was the last student to leave the classroom. As soon as I got outside I let my backpack thud to the ground. I leaned with my back against the door and breathed a huge sigh of relief. She hasn't failed me yet! As soon as the wobble went out of my legs, I donned my pack and started the long walk across the quad to make the delivery I had promised. The heat of an early summer hung moist on the air. I took a leisurely gait as I tried to pull sense from of a whirlwind of thoughts. Curious, I stopped and squeezed the envelope I held in my hands. It gave easily. I wondered for a moment what those specimens might possibly be. They certainly didn't feel like rocks.

When I entered the lobby of the Holiday Research Center, I took a moment to read what she had written on the back of the envelope. 

Dr. Coxbury, HRC no. 311.

I climbed one flight of stairs and wandered down a hall. It didn't take me long to realize the Holiday Research Center did not have an office no. 311. The research center, in fact, didn't even have a third floor. What the hell? I turned the envelope over in my hands and examined it closer. That's when I noticed my name had been written on the very next line, in pencil too faint to be easily noticed. And there was another. Please do not open until you get home, the next line read.

I opened the envelope. As soon as I lifted the flap, a faint aroma wafted onto the air. But I was the last person on earth who would ever mistake it. It was the distinctive fragrance of Chanel No. 5. I thrust my arm into the envelope and pulled out a pair of lacy red panties. They were wickedly damp to the touch! Without thinking, I held them up to my face and drew in a dizzying, deep breath. I could smell more intimate aromas that made me go weak and stiff with confusion and lust.

Then I noticed the pastel colored sheet of stationery peeking out of the top of the envelope. I tucked the panties into my pants pocket and extracted the sheet. It was neatly adorned, both sides, with the graceful looping of a woman's handwriting. I read the letter where I stood.

Dear Student,

I cannot begin to tell you what a pleasure it has been to have you in my class this semester. You're always first to arrive, you never fail to be prepared for my lectures and quizzes, and you're always there in the front row to greet me with the most pleasant of smiles. It makes my job easier to have students like you in my class. I thank you so much for your efforts and for your contagious enthusiasm. I wish you the very best of luck in all of your academic pursuits.

Sincerely,

Professor Shelley Watson, Ph.D.

I thought that was rather nice of her to say, yet oddly impersonal. With a salutation of "Dear Student" it could easily have been a form letter. But then, who writes a form letter by hand? I turned the sheet over and the first thing that struck me was the ink did not match the color of that on the other side. And although the handwriting was the same, the words and the lines were bunched much more tightly together. I shed my backpack before I continued to read. 

Dear Stud,

I was actually dreading today, because I knew it would be the last time I'd ever see you. After today's exam, I know you'll be walking out the door and out of my life forever. Even if you weren't, this is still my last day here at the university. Twenty minutes after you walk out the door, I should just about be finishing up the last of my exit interviews. Then I, too, will be walking out that door, never to be seen here again. Not by you, not by anyone else. And all of that has made me very, very sad.

When I came into the classroom and noticed you had moved from your usual spot to sit directly in front of me today, wow! I cannot begin to tell you how happy that made me feel. I would have three whole hours to take a last, long good look at you. To be honest, I have been stealing glances at you all semester long. It didn't escape my notice, either, that you often stole glances at me. And, I must say, you had the most amazing bulge down there whenever I dared to look for it. 

On the days we met for class, I always dreamt about being with you as I lay in bed at night. I dreamt of having you when I showered the next morning. Silly dreams, I know, which will never be more than just dreams.

When I saw you pull down your zipper and take out your dick, I could scarcely believe my eyes. You are much bigger than I ever imagined, and you are so beautiful. I went instantly wet when I saw it. I must have looked back at you a hundred times. I don't know how I managed to keep myself in my chair. I wanted so badly to leap over my desk and jump on you. I wanted to straddle and mount that gorgeous, stiff cock, and oh, oh, oh!

You are stroking your dick and looking right at me! Oh. My. God! I want you. Oh, god help me. I want you! I have my hand up under my skirt now. I am ohhh! so wet. My clit is hot and ringing like a bell. Oh, yeah. Stroke that big fat cock for me, baby. Yes! Yesss! Mmmm!

Faster? Oh, yes! Faster! You're stroking your cock faster for me. Oooo! Give it to me baby! Give it to me baby! Mommy wants your hot hot cum, so give it to me. Give Mommy that great big load of nasty sweet cum. Fuck yes! I know you have it for me, baby. Ohhh, fuck baby yes! Give me your molten hot man juice and I'll slurp all of it down. Yes, baby, Yesss! Mmmm! 

Ohhh, you're cumming! OMG, I'm cumming! Looking straight eyes yes into you, me, yes, unnngh, WE. We are, we are cuummm...

The letter went on for quite a bit more, but I never read the rest of it. It fell out of my hands when I bolted down the hall and never looked back. What became of the letter I'll never know, but I'd bet anything I was down the stairs and out the door before it ever touched the floor. The quad that took me eighteen minutes to traverse on my way over here I covered on the return trip in less than two.

That was twenty-two years ago. I tell this silly story of my awkward youth, at times when I've had a few beers and I'm unashamed to let embarrassing truths flow. Heck, with a few beers in me I'll tell it to just about anyone willing to lend me an ear. I am careful, though, never to tell the story whenever the woman I'm living with now might overhear. She's a very reserved type and I know better than to brag about my deviant adventures in exhibitionism, no matter how ancient those adventures may be. Besides, I have this fear lurking deep in the back of my mind that if she ever heard me tell this story to anyone, she just might turn the only A Plus I earned in college back into an F.

- The End -



Final Exam



Note to reader: This is a story for women. I get all this hate mail saying I hate men and try to put them down in my stories. That is not true. Men come in all sizes just like brasseries. You're not stuck with what you draw out of the pile. You throw some back and try again looking for a keeper. This is a story about a keeper. 

*

The music was soft and slow and a very handsome guy was expertly waltzing me around a dimly lit dance floor. Ken was a superb dancer. We had finished a delightful lobster dinner and we were now enjoying a little Courvoisier and dancing on a romantic, open-air dance floor under a bright new moon. Ken didn't know it but I was gonna fuck him tonight.

We were both in our senior year at Sewanee, The University of the South. Both our families had lived in the Sequatchie Valley for two centuries and were southern to the core. Both our fathers were very successful businessmen. They had to be to send us to Sewanee. Sewanee claimed the annual cost was only forty-four thousand a year but everyone knew it cost a hell of a lot more than that.

My older brother had already graduated and joined Dad in the family business. Ken would join his dad next year. My grades would get me into law school or medical school but I had no intention of busting my butt. I was gonna live like Mom and raise a family and I wanted a husband just like Dad so I could afford to. And I was dancing with the most amazing guy I had ever met. He had passed every test except one.

Ken had visited my folks and I had visited his, even though our families had been friends for generations. It was like taking an examination to sit and talk pleasantly with his Mom. I knew she was checking me out carefully to see if I was good enough for her son.

Ken had gone through the same thing with my Dad who had chatted "casually" about business. There was nothing casual about it! Dad wanted to know if Ken was smart enough to support his beloved daughter. And I think Ken had passed, as I did with his Mom.

Tonight was his FINAL EXAM! That was MY job.

You see, my mom was a genteel southern lady who could talk about "dirty" things without using dirty words. For instance she told me that Dad had never gone out looking for strange stuff but if he had done it discretely and rarely she would have looked the other way, like a good wife should. And she didn't say "strange stuff" but I got the message.

Mom told me that most guys didn't know how to fuck and it was important to find a husband that DID. It made for a better marriage. It was important enough that I should check it out to be sure. I got a real education from that southern lady without a single dirty word being spoken.

Ken was the man of my dreams. I thought he might be "Mister Right" but tonight I was gonna give him that last test, his final exam. I was gonna fuck him and see for myself if what two of my girlfriends had said about him was true. They said he was a fabulous fuck!

We finished our drinks and got up to leave. As we walked to the car I looked at his physique. Ken was in very good shape. He exercised a lot as I learned trying to keep up with him on my bike taking the steep Valley Road between Jasper and Sewanee.

And he never drank too much. I remembered my Mon trying to get him drunk. She kept tempting him with one choice brandy after another. I don't know whether he knew it was a test or not but he passed. 

We got to his car, a Lexus SUV. It was parked alone in a remote part of the restaurant parking lot. A lot of guys at Sewanee had nice little sports cars but Ken preferred an SUV and I think I knew why. Tonight it was my intention to find out if my girlfriends were telling the truth when they said there was room in the back to fuck.

He opened the front door for me and I opened the rear door and scrambled in. The seats were folded up and there were several pillows on the floor. He leaned in and looked at me closely.

"You're not drunk," he said.

It was a statement of fact, not a question. But he was asking a question: why have you decided to fuck after all these months of dating?

"No I'm not drunk," I said. "I just think it's time."

"Just like that?" He asked.

"No, not just like that," I replied. "I have given it a lot of thought and I expect you to devote a substantial amount of time and effort convincing me that I have made the right decision before that decision becomes final."

"Wait here," he said and closed both doors.

Where the hell is he going, I asked myself as he walked back toward the restaurant. When he returned he had two snifters with a generous amount of Courvoisier in each. I opened the door for him and he handed me one.

"I promised to bring the snifters back tomorrow," he said, climbing in and positioning the pillows so we could sit with our backs against the front seats and our legs stretched out, comfortably.

Shit! I thought. What a man! Is any other guy charming enough to persuade an elite restaurant staff to let him walk out with crystal snifters worth over fifty dollars apiece with only a promise of returning them?

I held my glass up in a toast and said, "To us."

He clinked my glass with his and said, "To our future."

He said it as though he were confident we had one.

We toasted our future. I looked around the SUV. So far the girls are right I thought. There's plenty of room to fuck and pillows and places for your drinks. This is why he owned a big SUV. A lot of pussy had been serviced and enjoyed in here and probably several cherries lost. He had that charisma that attracted women.

"Your Mom and mine are lucky," I said. "Good hard working husbands and kids that stayed out of trouble."

He thought a moment and responded, "Your Dad and mine are just as lucky. Each found the perfect woman to help him."

"You're a lot like my Dad," I said.

"You're a lot like my Mom," he replied.

He put his arm around me gently and we sipped our cognac. After a few minutes he took the snifter from my hand and set it down with his near the door. Then he turned me and held me in his arms with my head resting on his right hand and kissed me gently and then kissed me warmly. Holding me lovingly I felt his other hand begin to explore my body.

His right hand held my face close to his as he continued to kiss me. His left hand moved gently over my breast and down my belly and, avoiding my pussy, he stroked down my thigh and then moved under my skirt just a little so he could rub my inner thigh just above my hose. That is one of the most sensitive places on a woman's body.

Of course I had worn hose and a garter belt! No woman in her right mind wears pantyhose on a date! Even if she plans to do nothing. Pantyhose can be a disaster if plans change. There is simply no sexy way to get them off. And thigh highs are not nearly as sexy as garter belts!

Damn! This feels good, I thought. Most guys just grab my tits. He just teased 'em. He knows where he's going and he's gonna enjoy the trip. And so am I. My girlfriends said he is never in a rush. Every move he makes is one you wished he'd made sooner. They were right. He was turning me on.

I'd fucked my share of guys, but like most "good" southern girls I'd been discrete and careful so I didn't have a reputation. Only a few of my very close girlfriends knew about some of it. Mostly I fucked on "girls vacations." Guys I didn't know and didn't care about. I was getting ready for guys I might know and care about. And I discovered that Mama was right when she said that most guys don't know how to fuck. I also learned how to enjoy a couple of guys that DID know how.

His fingers were stroking my inner thigh lovingly and slowly creeping up towards pay dirt. But then he stopped moving up and just stayed about an inch below my panty line, slowly stroking me till I thought I was gonna go out of my mind. He could feel my arousal when I kissed him. What the hell is he doing I asked myself? Shit! I KNOW what he's doing! He's driving me out of my mind. That's what he's doing!

Then very slowly and softly he took his hand off my thigh and brought it back up along the same route he had used going down and gently caressed by breast. Shit, I thought, he got me ready for it but he didn't do it! Now my pussy is dripping and I'm horny as hell. And he knows that the hornier he gets me the better fuck I'm gonna be.

He slowly unbuttoned my blouse. That left hand then traveled around the top of my skirt tickling my belly and butt as he pulled my blouse out of my skirt. Once again I wanted his hand to move under my skirt and rub down my belly but he did not.

He lifted me up with his right arm and easily slipped off my blouse and laid it neatly over the front seat. I think this guy has done this before. Shit! He's done it hundreds of times before! He knows what the hell he's doing and he's so slow that I want him to go faster.

His right hand caressed my neck and shoulder and he slowly rubbed his hand across my back. I was wearing only a half-slip. Then back to my neck and I felt the strangest sensation. Shit! My bra was unhooked. He had unfastened my bra as he lovingly stroked my back! How the hell did he do that? I bend over and use TWO hands and his clever fingers had just let my 35C boobs loose without any effort at all.

I felt his right hand move down to my back just below my neck and lift me up and my bra straps fell off my shoulders and his lips were kissing and nibbling my nipples. My God! He's like a magician! He strips a girl naked without her realizing what's happening to her. Before she can say, "Don't play with my tits," he's already sucking on her nipples.

Then he settled down to caress my body and I realized that he had me half naked before I figured out what was happening. I thought of myself as an experienced woman and I am, but he stripped me half-naked like a silly high school girl! At least I didn't giggle!

He didn't go further. He caressed and kissed my body and he was slowly driving me wild. I could feel my pussy getting wetter and ready but his hand never went below my waist again. I wanted to feel that soft hand on my belly working his way down but it just didn't happen. It was exactly like my friends had said. Girls never said "No" because they wanted him to do more before he did it and to do it faster.

"You have a lovely body," he said softly, lifting me up to a sitting position and putting his arm around me.

Then he handed me that snifter of brandy, clinked his glass against mine and took a sip. My horny brain was saying, "Strip me down you bastard and fuck me," but he was taking his time and sipping Courvoisier. I remembered one of my girlfriends saying she almost asked him to fuck her. I had never met a guy like this before. No wonder he gets so much pussy!

His right arm was around my shoulder and he put his hand on my face and turned me toward him to kiss me. Then setting his own snifter down he took mine from my hand and kissed me harder. Then his left hand began that familiar journey down my breasts and belly, this time pausing very lightly on my pussy before moving further. It was like a promise of more to come. I was getting my hopes up.

I felt his hand on my inner thigh just above my hose and got a sudden thrill in my pussy as I knew for sure he was gonna get up there this time. He got there but stayed OUTSIDE my panties. That's not where I want that hand! I remembered one girlfriend who said to me, "I almost asked him to hurry up."

My panties were soaking wet, of course, but he didn't try to get his fingers under the elastic. That hand moved up to the top of my bikini panties and I couldn't tell at first what he was doing until I felt him begin to roll my panties down from the top. How the hell did he do that I asked myself. He just kept rolling them down till what I had on was like a stripper's G-string.

I've got a thick, curly haired beaver and now the front of my panties barely covered it. Then he started moving my skirt down. How the hell did he get the clasp and zipper at the waist open? I didn't feel him do that either! I lifted my hips and my half-slip and skirt were pulled gently down my legs till I kicked them off.

I looked down at myself in the soft moonlight. I looked like a stripper about to finish her act! My tits were naked as was my belly. I had only my garter belt on my belly and what looked like a G-string over my beaver. At least I had the presence of mind to move one of my spike-heeled shoes into a position that, if I do say so myself, made my legs look very sexy. And I got good legs!

Then that bastard hands me that damn snifter of Courvoisier and sits back to enjoy his drink. Shit! He's got me on display naked! And he's enjoying the view and I'm so damned horny I want to fuck him right away. And he's gonna take his own sweet time and enjoy his drink as he studies my naked body. Shit! No wonder this bastard fucks any bitch he wants! He drives 'em wild getting 'em ready.

"You are a very beautiful woman," he said softly as his eyes swept over my body in the soft moonlight. "The man who gets you for a wife will be very fortunate indeed."

My pussy was screaming, "FUCK ME" and my heart was saying, "I think I'm in love."

And my brain was telling me to stay calm and look like I was in control, instructions that my body completely ignored. I was laying there naked for his pleasure. At least I wasn't trembling like a virgin or giggling like a high school girl, which, I'll bet, is what happened to a lot of the gals he stripped down this way.

He took another sip of his drink and then reached down and got my skirt and half slip and, folding them slowly and carefully, he placed them atop my blouse on the back of the front seat. My bra seemed to have disappeared until I saw if neatly folded with my other clothes.

My pussy was screaming, "Don't fold up my damn clothes, fuck me!" 

Then casually he removed his coat and shirt and tie. He stripped himself quickly and placed his clothes neatly over the back of the front seat next to mine. His boxers came off last and I saw what I had been waiting eagerly to see. It was circumcised and only semi-erect, but in the poor light it appeared to be more than adequate to please even the most demanding woman.

And he took off his socks! A lot of guys don't and there is nothing more ludicrous than a naked man with his socks still on. He wants to fuck and you want to laugh!

Clinking his glass against mine he took another sip of Courvoisier before setting his snifter down and taking mine gently from my hand.

Then turning his attention to me again he lay his naked body against mine and nibbled on a nipple. His hard cock was pressing against my hip. He put his finger under my garter belt and lifting it up he let it snap down against my belly.

"May I leave this on?" He asked. "I find hose and garter belt most attractive. Especially when worn with spike heels by a woman with legs as good as yours."

"Leave it on," I said. "I don't think it blocks your view of anything."

He chuckled and said, "Just one more thing to see."

And, finally, he pulled my panties down revealing a beaver I was very proud of. Thick and lush. His lips on my nipple began a trip down my belly much more slowly than I wanted. He paused at my navel where his tongue felt wonderful. He continued down through my bush to my clit, which he tongued lightly and delicately. At last he positioned his body between my legs, which I spread for him eagerly. I felt like I had been waiting a hell of a long time to spread my legs.

His tongue was driving me mad because he kept missing the head of my clit, which was the most sensitive place in my pussy. It was NOT an accident. I kept moving my ass to get his tongue in the right position and he kept moving his tongue away from where I wanted it to be. You bastard! I thought. I'm NOT gonna beg like all the other horny broads you fucked. I'm not gonna do it!

I was slowly going out of my mind, but I was NOT gonna beg. Then when I thought I could not take one second more of this teasing he moved his tongue to the head of my clit and stimulated me so rapidly that it felt like electricity shooting through my entire pussy. Before I knew what was happening my pussy and my whole pelvis just exploded with a powerful orgasm.

I felt my pussy start to contract and for a moment I was not aware of my surroundings. I was somewhere else. Then I seemed to wake up and he was fucking me!

How the hell did that happen? He slipped that damn thing into me without me even realizing it when I was consumed by my orgasm. Shit! How many cherries has he popped that way I wondered? No woman in the world, not even the purest virgin can say no in the middle of an orgasm.

I was pumping my ass without thinking and it felt like time was standing still. My arms and legs were wrapped around his body holding him close to me. He owned me! We were both sweating heavily from our exertions and our naked bodies were making slapping sounds as we came together.

I have no idea how long we fucked before I had that second orgasm but my pelvis exploded again in those wonderful contractions and this time I felt my pussy grab on to something hard and soft at the same time and big and moving in and out of me forcefully.

He collapsed on my slippery body panting for air and I felt his sweat mingle with my own as I panted with him. I licked the sweat off his shoulder and felt stimulated by his taste. I don't know how long we lay there trying to breathe, but it was a very long time.

He rolled off to my side. Lying quietly and holding each other close was a very beautiful moment. One that I will remember always.

Lying there I tried to remember the details of what we had done, especially him slipping that damn thing into me during my first orgasm. Shit! Suddenly I remembered! I had heard a screaming voice begging, "TAKE ME − PLEASE TAKE ME!" Was that in my head or did I say it out loud? I had kept telling myself I wasn't gonna beg for it.

Oh my God! Did he hear me say that? Did he hear me beg? Well, if I HAD said it out loud it would not be the first time this big bastard had heard a woman beg him to fuck her.

I giggled softly as I thought of him admiring my body in heels, hose, and garter belt. I could see this horny bastard making me walk around our house that way. Hell! He'd fuck me on the living room rug if I did that. Not a bad idea, I thought. In OUR house!

I'm glad he liked my body. I hope he enjoyed me as much as I enjoyed him. I hope I passed HIS test because he sure as hell passed mine.

My thoughts were interrupted when he whispered softly in my ear. It was the question I had hoped he would ask when the time came, and it was so wonderful to hear him ask it that I got tears in my eyes.

"I'll give you my answer tomorrow," I said. "Mom told me to never make a big decision with a freshly fucked pussy because a satisfied pelvis interferes with a girl's decision making."

"That's funny," Ken said. "Dad told me to never to make a big decision when I had a hard on, for the very same reason. That's why I waited to ask."

Well, I thought, I got him. Now it's MY job to KEEP him!



Final Examination



"I'm beat! These exams are wearing me out," Beth exclaimed as she plopped down in the coffee shop booth. "I was up 'til three last night...and the night before!" she added.

"I hear you. I am wiped out too," her friend Jill agreed. She, too, sat down heavily into in her seat. "It's great to be finished with biology though. That was my last exam."

Beth studied her friend. Jill's shimmering black hair fell straight down from her shoulders to the middle of her back. Dark brown eyes looked back at her and her tanned skin was vibrant and smooth. She had a trim figure, very similar to Beth's really, but her breasts were larger. They were both of even height, around 5' 6". The guys were always checking Jill out, so Beth knew that others considered her attractive. Even Beth's boyfriend, Matt, thought she was hot. 

She had just met Jill a few weeks ago in their Biology class. They hit it off immediately, and had developed a daily coffee shop routine.

"Mine too, " Beth said. "Coffee is on me today. Want something different this time?"

"Sure, " was the lazy reply. "Surprise me."

Beth groaned as she stood back up wearily and walked to the counter to order the two drinks. She caught her reflection in the mirror behind the counter and was generally pleased with what she saw. Long red hair cascaded down past her shoulders and vivid hazel eyes returned her gaze. She turned slightly to view her figure. She was trim too and thought she looked good. She exercised regularly to keep her weight down and that had the added benefit of keeping everything firm.

"Not bad...Breasts could be bigger though," she thought. Her boyfriend never complains though. He said he liked everything about her, including her breasts. Based on his reaction to her in bed, she believed him. He was insatiable! 

"Oh well, as long as he is happy, " she murmured, thinking out loud this time.

"I'm sorry?" said the girl behind the counter.

"Oh...nothing...I'm sorry, " Beth stammered. "Two lattes please."

She paid for the drinks and walked back to the table. Jill was looking at her strangely.

"What?" Beth asked.

"How do you stay so trim?" Jill asked admiringly. "You have a beautiful figure."

"Huh? Oh...well...thank you. I work out at the gym a lot. That helps," Beth replied, handing Jill her beverage. "I also try to watch what I eat. This doesn't help though, " she said, holding up her latte. "It's the end of finals week. I am celebrating a little."

"Besides, what are you talking about? You look phenomenal, " Beth exclaimed. "I think every guy in biology checks you out at least once every day!"

"Really? I never noticed, " Jill stated. "You get a lot of attention yourself, though. Those guys really seem to enjoy your ass!" She laughed. "Especially, that cute one a few rows up."

Now it was Beth's turn to be surprised. "Really? Are you talking about the one who sits next to the aisle?"

"Yep. Every time you turn in a homework assignment, he undresses you as you walk by," Jill admitted. "It's pretty funny...and predictable. Men!" She laughed again and continued. "You might find it interesting to know that a few women in the class check you out as well..."

"What?! No way! Who?" Beth asked.

"A couple up front and a few back where we sit," Jill replied.

"Well, don't tell my boyfriend that. He would get started on his threesome kick," Beth said. "He jokes a lot about two girls and a guy and that would just encourage him."

"Really....How do you feel about that?" Jill asked, leaning in intently, while staring into Beth's eyes.

"A threesome with he and another girl?" Beth asked, then continued immediately. "I don't think so. I don't want to share him with anyone. Too jealous, I guess. All I can think of are the complications that could set in. What if he fell in love with her? Or her with him? Too complicated..."

Jill shook her head. "That's not what I meant." She paused for a moment. "Have you ever been with another woman?" she whispered.

"Uh...no," Beth replied, shocked. "I don't think that's my style. Why are you asking me these questions?" she asked, slightly embarrassed and with no small amount of surprise.

Jill laughed. "I was doing one of the those online quizzes about sex last night. I needed a study break and was just browsing around. I came upon this quiz that asked a lot of 'Have you ever' type questions. Most of them I answered 'no' to, but one caught my eye and I would be interested to know your response to it."

Beth blinked, not believing they were having this conversation.

Jill paused as if looking for the right words. "It was something like – Would you let someone else of the same sex have sex with you if you didn't have to reciprocate?" She paused, looking at Beth intently, as if wanting as response.

"Uh...well...I have never been interested in another woman in that way, but, I guess, if I didn't have to touch her...uh...down there...or anywhere else for that matter, I guess I might try it once."

Jill took a sharp intake of breath and paused again, as if debating her next words. Then she whispered intently, "Then would you do that with me?"

Beth was floored. She didn't know what to say. This was totally unexpected. Granted, she didn't know Jill all that well, but she would have never thought that she had 'interests' in that area. All of their girl talk had been about guys in their classes, ex-boyfriends, or about Beth's boyfriend.

"Jill, I have a boyfriend. You know that. I mean, assuming that I could go through with it. I mean...I mean...I don't know. I like you a lot. You've become a good friend, but...wow...this is really unexpected," she laughed nervously. "What about Matt?"

"I don't want to have sex with your boyfriend. I want to be with a woman. It is a fantasy of mine, and since I am currently unattached, now is a good time to try something like this. I like you and I think you are gorgeous," Jill stated pointedly. "I know it is more than a little awkward for you, but I am attracted to you."

"A lot...," Jill added looking down at her drink now, now beginning to look uncomfortable.

Could she do this? What about Matt? She couldn't cheat on him. She had never considered doing that with a man or a woman. She loved him intensely and they had even discussed the possibility of marriage. What would he think? What would he say? Why was she even thinking it through this far? Another woman wants to have sex with her and she was seriously considering it! she thought. 

Beth was surprised to find herself aroused and to discover that her cotton underwear was soaked. She was breathing heavily and the room became uncomfortably hot. Why was she having this physical reaction?

"I don't know, Jill. Can I think it over?" Beth asked, suddenly swallowing with difficulty.

"Sure...But I was hoping it might happen before break. I leave for home in two days," Jill replied.

"Well, just give me a few hours," Beth said. "I will meet you online tonight. Nine o'clock work?"

"I will be there," Jill replied.

"Okay. Talk to you later," Beth said. She gathered her books and coffee and got up to leave.

"Beth...," Jill said, looking up at Beth's beautiful face. "If you don't want to, that's okay. It's really important to me that we remain friends though, despite your decision."

"Don't worry," Beth said. "I enjoy your friendship too. I don't want it to get weird between us either."

"Good," Jill said, obviously relieved. "Talk to you tonight."

"Okay."

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"Matt, we need to talk," Beth said slowly and deliberately.

Matt paused while preparing a dinner for the two of them. "Uh-oh. I know that tone. What's going on?" he asked, suddenly concerned.

"Oh nothing that you should be concerned about. Or at least, I don't think you should be concerned about it," she replied. 

She continued. "It's just that I had an unusual offer made to me today." Her voice trailed off. "And I wanted to share it with you."

She looked at him as she spoke and could tell that he was concerned for her. She loved him so much and so enjoyed their time together. She also appreciated his good looks – brown hair, hazel eyes, and broad shoulders – These made him a real catch physically, but it was his humor and wit that charmed her.

"Let's talk about it while we eat," she said.

They sat down at the small kitchen table and she began to eat.

"Well?" he asked, waiting for her to explain herself.

She sighed. "You know Jill, right?" He nodded. "We went to the coffee shop together today and we were discussing our exams and stuff." He nodded again and she continued. "Well, somehow, the topic got on sex."

"Okay..." he said slowly. "Well, that's happened before."

"I know. Let me finish." she said firmly. He closed his mouth and sat back on the chair back with his arms crossed.

"Anyway, she was telling me about an online sex quiz that she took...and...well..." she stammered. "And she wants to have sex with me!" She blurted out.

"What?!" he shouted, almost falling over backwards on his chair. "Are you serious?"

She looked at him. "Yes," she answered.

He sat stunned, saying nothing. Then, "Okay. You are pulling my leg," he finally said. "Are you getting back at me for all of my threesome talk or something?"

"I am NOT kidding! She wants to have sex with me. But I don't have to reciprocate. She said she just wants to be with a woman," she said.

"You never told me she was a lesbian," he said. "I feel sorry for the male race if she is. She's cute."

"I don't think she is - at least, not totally. Maybe she is bi. I don't know. She has had boyfriends and seemed to enjoy sex with them," she confessed. "This really came out of left field."

"So what did you tell her?" he asked.

She bit her lip. "I said I would think about it..." she finally said.

"Really? Hello! Who are you?" he asked, once again stunned by her admission.

She sighed again. "Look, I am not really into women, but she said that I could just...uh...lay there, I guess. She is just going to do everything..."

"I am sort of intrigued," she added in a whisper. "You always told me I could tell you anything. Well, I am testing that right now."

"My girlfriend wants to have sex with another woman," he mused. "What do I think about that?"

He thought a moment, then took a deep breath. "Do you think that she is in love with you?" he asked.

"No. I think she is wanting to experiment with her sexuality," she answered. "I guess maybe I am too."

"I don't know about this...It is one thing to talk about this in fantasy, but another entirely to act it out," he stated. "I don't want anything to come between us and certainly not another chick! It's not cool to say I lost my girlfriend to another women..."

"Listen to me. Nothing will come between us. If this 'event' even happens, it would not come between us. It is just sex. That's all," she said firmly, looking into his eyes. She paused.

"Just say the word if you want me to say no," she added.

"Do you want to?" he asked.

"Yes," she whispered.

"Why?" he asked.

"I want to know what her touch feels like, I guess," she answered. She crossed her legs and noticed that her underwear was wet again. The thought of Jill touching her, stroking her pussy, fingering her, perhaps licking her cunt, was over-powering. She closed her eyes and imagined it all – the soft touch of her slender fingers, the subtle yet firm pressure of her lips on her body. She opened her eyes quickly, realizing that she had left the room momentarily.

"This has become a fantasy for you, I see, " he said as he watched her. He got up and looked out the window. He sighed. "Okay," he said quietly. "But I want to be there."

"In the same room?" she asked. "I don't know if she will go for that. Or are you hoping for some threesome action?" Before he could answer, she said, "No way. This is just between us. You can't have sex with her too. I am not ready for that."

"I want to watch only," he said simply. "I can be in the bedroom. Can you arrange to stay in the living room?"

"I don't see why not," she answered. "I will tell her that you are there. She will have to understand the arrangement."

"Wait. How can you watch from the bedroom?" she asked.

"I am techie. Leave it to me," he said, rubbing his hands together excitedly.

"So I guess you have warmed up to the idea!" she exclaimed, smirking.

"Oh yeah. In the process, you are fulfilling my fantasy - probably every guy's fantasy of seeing two women together," he said.

"Okay. We are on for tomorrow night," she said. "Now let's finish eating and go to bed. I am so wet right now, I can't stand it."

"Dinner can wait," he said. He reached for her hand and led her to the bedroom.

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bookworm > hi

JillNoJack > hey there

bookworm > what's up?

JillNoJack > nothin much

JillNoJack > packing and stuff

JillNoJack > bored ☹

JillNoJack > you?

bookworm > same really

bookworm > just had a talk with Matt about your fantasy 'request'

JillNoJack > oh really 

JillNoJack > you included him in your decision

JillNoJack > gutsy

JillNoJack > admirable

bookworm > scary

JillNoJack > and?

bookworm > he gave me his blessing to do this with you

bookworm > i am surprised by his reaction

bookworm > don't know why though

bookworm > he is such a horn dog

bookworm > one would have thought that he won the lottery

bookworm > men! ☺

JillNoJack > ☺ I'm glad he said yes

JillNoJack > that's gutsy too

bookworm > one caveat though

bookworm > he wants to watch us

bookworm > bit of a voyeur...

JillNoJack > perv

bookworm > yeah well

bookworm > that's what I said

bookworm > but then he reminded me that I was the one having sex with another woman

JillNoJack > touché LOL

JillNoJack > i hadn't counted on him being there ☹

bookworm > problem?

JillNoJack > i guess it's not a problem. 

JillNoJack > i don't really want to have sex with him though

JillNoJack > just the two of us

bookworm > i think he understands that

bookworm > besides, I told him that he can't have sex with you

bookworm > i AM the jealous type and I am not going there

bookworm > I also told him that he needed to be in another room

bookworm > he is going to wire it up somehow with cameras or some such stuff

bookworm > I don't understand it all

JillNoJack > Is he going to tape it

JillNoJack > I don't want that

bookworm > no he better hadn't

bookworm > just watch us

bookworm > and masturbate

bookworm > I guess

JillNoJack > well considering

JillNoJack > I will take what I can get

JillNoJack > if he enjoys the show

JillNoJack > then that's okay with me

JillNoJack > tomorrow night work?

bookworm > yes

bookworm > why don't you come by here around 9

bookworm > I will have some wine for us

JillNoJack > I have some weed too

bookworm > great! that will help me to relax some

JillNoJack > nervous?

bookworm > yes big time

JillNoJack > want to change your mind?

bookworm > no it's okay I think

bookworm > just remember that I don't intend to touch you

bookworm > down there

JillNoJack > I remember

JillNoJack > 9 pm see you then

bookworm > okay bye

JillNoJack > I'm excited

bookworm > me too

bookworm > bye

JillNoJack > bye

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"So, tell me how this works," Beth said. Matt was messing around with cables and connectors and didn't seem to be in a good mood.

"Well, if I can get this to work..." he sighed and continued. "This camera..." he held up a small pen-sized rod with what appeared to be a lens on the end, "will send a signal, wirelessly, to this box." He pointed to a square metal box sitting on top of the television. "The box, I will connect to the back of the tv with one of these cables." He kicked a tangled mass of cables on the floor with his foot. "If I can't get it working, then I don't know what I will do. Sneak out and peek around the corner maybe?" he said, grinning.

He placed the camera on the coffee table and appeared to flick a switch on its end to turn it on. "Good - has batteries," he said. Then he tackled the tangled wires and upon finding one with the correct connector, threaded it back through the mess. He connected one end to the metal box and the other end to the back of the tv.

"If you want to watch tv for some reason, you will need to throw this switch back here," he said, pointing to the back of the television.

"I don't think the tube is in her plans," Beth said mischievously.

"Ha! Well, just in case..." he responded. "Okay – channel four – and voila!" He turned the tv on channel four and true to his word, an image of her couch appeared on the television, albeit in black and white.

"I can fix that!" he exclaimed and moved another button on the tiny camera. Now the couch appeared in vivid color. "Very good," he said, "but I think I would prefer a shot from the side. If I leave the camera here, I may miss some interesting profile shots of the two of you. Besides, I should pull the camera away from you as well, in case you two start moving around the room." He laughed.

Her face turned red. "I can't believe I – we – are doing this," she said. "I am nervous, excited, everything all at once."

"All I have to do now is wheel the tv back in to the other room, test the connection again, and we are good to go," he said. "What time is it?" he asked.

"Eight o'clock. Oh, I had better go shower," she said, standing up suddenly.

"Okay. I will get everything set up and get comfy. I love you," he said, looking at her intently. "Have fun, but not too much fun," he added.

She smiled "I won't and I love you too. Thank you for doing this with me – and for me," she responded. She hugged him tightly for a moment, then walked hurriedly to the bathroom.

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Beth studied herself in the bedroom mirror. She looked good. I have no idea how to appeal to a woman she thought, so she just wore normal clothing, a pair of form-fitting jeans and an equally breast-hugging shirt. She put on her best matching pair of bra and panties underneath.

Matt was watching her from his chair in front of the tv. "You look great. If she doesn't show up, I am going to totally jump your bones," he started. "Maybe I will anyway," and started to stand up.

"No...If you are good boy, maybe you can have some later," she said, pushing him back down into his chair. She pecked him lightly on the lips and quickly darted out of his grasp. She left the bedroom and closed the door behind her, while checking her watch. Almost time! she thought. She opened the refrigerator door and pulled out a bottle of chilled wine. Once she located a corkscrew, she opened the bottle and poured two glasses. She carried them into the living room and sat on the couch, placing the drinks of the coffee table in front of her. Now what do I do? she thought impatiently. I am so nervous. Must relax...must relax. 

She had just closed her eyes when there was a knock at the door. She broke from her reverie and jumped up, hurrying to the door. In her last few steps, she slowed down as if not wanting to appear to be out of breath or too excited. She composed herself and her clothing, and opened the door.

"Hi!" Jill exclaimed, walking into the apartment.

"Hi! Glad you made it okay," Beth responded.

"Yeah. It was a nice walk over. Nice apartment!" she said, looking around appraisingly. "Couch, chair, coffee table, stuff on walls...All you need is a tv."

Beth smiled and pointed down the hall.

"Ah yes," Jill said. "And that is the...?" she said, pointing at the camera. 

Beth nodded. "Why don't you have a seat? Want some wine?" 

"Sure," Jill replied. 

Beth quickly poured two glasses and handed one to her. Jill sat down on the couch and Beth joined her to her left. "Excellent, although I know little about wine," Jill remarked. 




Final Examination



It was my final year at college, and examinations complete, I was looking forward to the summer break. 

My parents had booked a week away in France; with the house to myself I was already arranging my social calendar when they dropped a little grenade, which shattered all my plans. I was apparently not old enough to be trusted alone and I was to be sent to my uncle and aunt's. farm in the country. Despite my protestations, they were adamant, and I was duly despatched the next day.

I had not seen Uncle Eric and Aunt Margaret for about ten years, they weren't blood relatives as such, but old friends of my parents who had, I guess, adopted me as their nephew. Visits in the past had always been enjoyable. As a small boy the outdoor life had been exciting, working with the animals, harvesting, and farmyard chores had all been eagerly and happily undertaken. However, ten years on, full of teenage libido and raging testosterone, I was more interested exploring another side of nature!

I was met at the local station by my Uncle, who drove me up to the farm, which was about fifteen miles away from the town and any sort of female company. Coming down on the train I had ambitions of meeting some of the resident 'talent' but without transport that seemed highly unlikely. My only 'relaxation' would have to be my collection of erotic magazines stowed away in my suitcase. When I think about it , my magazines had been my only outlet since reaching puberty, so actually why I was expecting or even planning any other form of recreation was actually very ambitious and in fact highly improbable, but hey a boy can dream!

Aunt Margaret met us at the entrance to the farm; she was in her late fifties, a plump, healthy, fresh looking woman, tanned from working outside, her figure masked by baggy work clothes. She gave me a tight hug and commented on my size and grown up appearance and how I had developed into a fine looking boy. I flushed not only from the compliment but also from the stirring in my pants. Gee it must be bad if an embrace from and elderly aunt can cause such a reaction. I needed some relief, and quickly.

Unpacked and fulfilled, with my magazines carefully hidden, we had an enjoyable dinner and sociable evening, catching up on family developments and reminiscing about old times. Aunt Margaret fussed me at every opportunity and her tactile nature lead to a great deal of touching and squeezing, which I have to say, was gratefully received and reciprocated in a ' nephew and aunt' way rather than lustful, but I did detect a little sexual tension in the atmosphere or was that a young boy's imagination? 

Half way into my stay Uncle Eric announced he was going to the county fair to look at new livestock. He would be away for a couple of nights and proposed to take me with him. Margaret, however, was obdurate that her 'little soldier' should stay with her and help her on the farm. Not wishing to cross his wife and probably quite relieved that he didn't have his teenage chaperone, Eric was taken into town by Margaret to catch the train. Margaret had said she needed a few provisions and had left me to work clearing the stables. She said she would be back for tea and that I should wash and shower after completing my tasks.

I was in the bathroom when she returned, so I just slipped on my PJ's, and went down to the kitchen. The first thing that hit me was a strong almost overpowering smell of perfume; the next was my Aunt's appearance.

She had obviously been to the hairdressers as her hair had been let down from her usual tight clips and tossed and curled around her face, there was just enough make up applied, a hint of blusher and a lustrous red lipstick. She had on a skirt and blouse instead of her jumpers and jeans. The blouse was white, crisp and frilly but more importantly stretched tight across her breasts. I had felt the swell of her bosoms before but never quite imagined how they would appear unleashed from her overalls. They were tremendous, her top buttons straining to hold them in and showing just enough brassiere to keep her decent rather than tarty.

Her black skirt was pencil line with a split of about twelve inches, showing a little knee and thigh. The outfit was complimented by black tights or stockings (I WISHED) and high court shoes, which took away the chunkiness and thickness of her legs and ankles.

'Wow Aunty' I stammered 'you look great'

'Well I thought I would make an effort for my new man about the house, bet you think the old girl shouldn't have bothered?'

No way did I think that, she looked so sexy and my wayward cock was now in complete control of all my senses.

Tea was a wave of sensuality, Margaret was leaning over and touching at every opportunity and she was so much more than an attentive waitress. She had unbuttoned her blouse and was now showing an improper amount of cleavage, she must have been aware that I was continually looking down her blouse but I was too shy and inexperienced to make a move. So I sat there blushing and expressing polite platitudes.

We washed up together and thankfully moved to the lounge were I could attempt to hide my 'little embarrassment'. So I sat opposite clutching a cushion to my lap. I wouldn't need my books tonight; the only person I would be wanking over would be Aunt Margaret.

'Let's have a little drink' Margaret said. 'Uncle Eric is away and what he doesn't know won't hurt him' she gave me a wink and slipped off to make some drinks.

When she came back, another button was undone, or was it? Was I just imagining this and misreading all the signs. This woman, my surrogate aunt was nearly forty years my senior, my parents trusted friend surly she was not trying to seduce me? 

She passed me a drink and sat down opposite me. Perched on one knee her skirt had opened across her thighs and I could see the top of her stockings and the inside of her sheer black lacy underwear. I was beginning to loose control and thought the best way of avoiding any humiliation was to offer my excuses and beat a hasty retreat to the sanctuary of my bedroom. I gulped my drink nervously, but only succeeded in nearly choking.

Aunty came to my rescue; jumping of the chair in a swell of lace and flesh she patted my back vigorously. 'My poor little soldier, has your naughty old Aunty given you too much?'

I spluttered my apologies, but Aunty just continued patting and rubbing my shoulders whilst 'cooing' contentedly. 

She was so close, I could feel her 'tits', for that's what they had become, not bosoms or breasts, but huge enveloping 'tits'. Her hands were kneading into by back, pressing, feeling almost groping and her breathing heavier and quicker. Still I sat there motionless not daring to respond though every bone in my body wanted to react.

She then suddenly stopped, and almost apologetically walked back to the table and picked up my unfinished drink. ' I am so sorry Eric always says I am too heavy-handed with the booze, your not used to it, I will have to dilute it for you'

With that Margaret sashayed across and lent in front of me. Her tits were virtually out of her blouse and her skirt ruffled across her thighs. She took a large mouthful of the spirit and held it between her lips. She placed two fingers in my mouth and gently held it open. Once my lips had separated she placed her mouth across my face and pushed the hot liquid into my mouth with her tongue. I didn't need any more encouragement, I met her tongue with mine and we fastened together in an almost violent embrace. To this day I have never been kissed so long and hard as that night.

I didn't want the moment to end, but Aunty had other ideas. She was now as rampant and wanton as I was. She stood in front of me and almost tore her top away from her tits, the bra followed quickly. Her nipples were large and brown, standing proud waiting to be sucked, licked and bitten. I made an amateurish grab for them, but Aunty moved away smiling dissolutely, she was now in control and loving every minute, ' Slow down my little soldier' she said ' You are going to have all of me tonight, and I mean ALL of me'.

Aunt Margaret stepped out of her skirt, leaving her naked except for her stockings and shoes.  (She had removed her panties when she was standing behind me). Her bush had been trimmed neatly and her pussy was pink and inflamed. Her body although ample, with all the work on the farm was toned and firm, her tits hung slightly above a rounded stomach, and the tops of her thighs spilled over her stocking tops. But this was a real, mature woman, exposing her womanliness, and waiting to initiate her willing pupil into the ecstasy of pure sex.

She kissed me again, not as aggressive as the first time but more passionate, loving almost. Her hands reached down and traced the line of my hard cock, she chuckled appreciatively and grasped tightly. 

'My lovely lovely boy, your cock is going to fuck your old auntie's cunt tonight'

Listening to her using such course language almost made me come. But Auntie's grip was tight enough to prevent any accidents. Margaret led me upstairs to her bedroom and sat on the bed with her legs wide open, her pussy glistening with excitement.

'Strip your clothes off! Let me see what I am going to take!'

I meekly obeyed, and I saw Aunty take a sharp breath, even she was getting impatient.

'God I want that cock, I want it stuffed up my cunt as far as you can get it, and fill me with your spunk' Margaret was almost hoarse now and virtually rasped the words.

She grabbed my head and pressed it into her soaking pussy. Her juices ran all over my face.

'Push your tongue in! Suck me; bite me, 'she ordered.

I just obeyed as she crushed and slammed her hips into me, her stockings rubbing my face and her hands pulling my hair.

Then she pulled away, I panicked, had I done something wrong? I had no need to worry, Aunty was now ready to take my virginity....... and how.

Aunt Margaret lifted me onto the bed and lay me down on my back. She stepped away for a moment as though to savour her conquest. She then straddled by erect cock and rubbed it against her pussy lips. She let out a hiss and plunged herself down on to me, at the same time forcing her nipple into my mouth. She was surprisingly tight even given her wetness, but apparently she hadn't been serviced (as she put it!) for some time.

'Fucking hell you're in my stomach' she yelled as she pounded onto me. I was doing very little except enjoying every minute of being clamped inside my Auntie's hole. She was now rubbing her clit with her fingers and then thrusting them into my mouth. I was so close to coming it felt like I was going to burst. But Aunty was uncontrollable; she seized my fingers and crammed them into her mouth.

'Now my gorgeous boy, finger my arse' 

This to me was almost taboo, but I was in no position to refuse. I felt for the tiny puckered hole and gingerly pushed my finger forward. That wasn't good enough Aunt Margaret opened herself up and my two fingers slid in effortlessly. That was the final straw I could hold on no longer and exploded deep into my Auntie's stomach. She continued to ride me, extracting every drop of come as if her life depended on it. 

As I softened, Aunty lifted off me and kissed my face, fingers, chest, until she reached my cock. She took it all into her mouth, tugging and caressing my balls.

'Aunty isn't finished yet' she said condescendingly, 'she wants more of her little boy'.

She slid up my body and sat on top of my face, so hard it almost stopped me breathing. She then began to circle her groin over my chin, pummelling her lips into me. She reached behind and searched felt for my now erect member. 

'Oooh my little stud, you like Aunty don't you?'

I nodded in silent agreement.

Now it was my time to do some work. We got out of the bed, and Margaret bent over the bed rail. 'From behind darling, that's how your Aunty likes it'

I positioned myself between her thighs, and pushed towards her pussy.

'No not there, honey, up my big round arse'

With that Aunt Margaret presented her anus to me, and I rammed my cock in as hard as I could. She responded wildly, thrusting her hips back like a bucking bronco and forcing me in deeper. She frantically rubbed herself whilst imploring me to bite her back, neck and body. Then she came in a torrent of abuse and foul language.

'Take that cock out of me and let me drink your cum.'

I didn't need a second invitation. Margaret slurped and fed greedily until she had swallowed everything. 

We curled up together, wasted and satisfied. The rest of our all too brief spell was taken up with the most explicit education a young boy can have. I am sure Aunty was living out her secret fantasies as well. She did say I passed my final exam with flying colours. I think I might need a RE-SIT.



Final Examination



She crossed her legs and Beth studied her. Jill wore a mini-skirt and sleeveless top. Her arms legs were tanned and muscular. She looked great.

"My feet hurt a bit," Jill said and took off her heeled shoes. "Not good for walking." She glanced at the camera from time to time, then appeared to think nothing more of it.

"You look beautiful tonight," Jill said.

"Thanks," Beth said, suddenly feeling awkward. "You too. I need to get a new mini sometime soon."

"I got it at the Gap," Jill said, fingering her mini-skirt absently. "Back when the Gap had nice clothing," she added.

An awkward silence ensued.

"Are you still okay with this?" Jill finally asked.

"Yes, I think so. I am nervous though," Beth replied.

Jill appeared relieved. "Good. I'm nervous too," she said.

Beth downed her glass of wine. "I am getting another? Want one?" she asked, getting up.

"No, but I think I might smoke a little weed if that's okay," she replied, already reaching for her purse.

"Oh sure. Well, count me in too," Beth said and sat back down. Calm down! she thought.

Jill pulled out a bowl, filled it with marijuana, and lit it, taking a big drag. "Oh, that's nice," she said in a pot smoker's voice, and passed it to Beth.

Beth took it from her and took a deep hit as well. It wasn't long before the effects of the wine and marijuana began loosening her up. She smiled.

Jill was looking at her. "You have a beautiful smile too," she said, and moved closer to her on the couch. She placed her hand on Beth's left thigh and started idly running her finger on it. She took the bowl from Beth and took another hit. Beth reciprocated.

Jill resumed her gentle caressing of Beth's leg and said, "Why don't you sit on the floor? I will give you a back rub."

Beth acquiesced and moved to the floor in front of Jill. Jill started rubbing her shoulders firmly, but erotically, moving over the shoulders and to the upper arms. "You're tense," she said. "Lean over a bit."

Beth leaned over and leaned slightly on the coffee table while Jill worked her way down Beth's back, kneeding and rubbing. Beth started to moan. "That's nice..." she said lazily. Matt had given her back rubs before, but this was unique. Jill hand's were strong, yet feminine. Her touch was different than his, more erotic. Her mind was starting to wander. Where will this go? she thought. Or perhaps a better question – Where will it end?

"Raise your arms. This will feel better on your skin," Jill said.

Beth did as she was asked, and raised her arms. Jill reached down and lifted the bottom of her sweater up and over her head, revealing Beth's soft, white skin and her black bra.

"Sexy bra, Beth," Jill breathed huskily.

"Thanks. Compliments of Victoria's Secret." Beth replied.

Jill began the back rub anew, in the same spots and using the same methods, but the skin to skin contact made everything much more erotic and sensuous for Beth. She then felt lips on her neck - light pecks on her skin. Jill kissed her all over her neck and shoulders. Beth moaned and felt her pussy getting wet. "Oh..." she said.

"Here. Let me help you with this," Jill said, and reached around to the front of Beth's bra. She easily found the clasp on her bra and undid it, freeing Beth's breasts from their confines. Jill pulled Beth's bra off her shoulders and onto the floor. She resumed her ministrations, this time working down Beth's sides, gradually working their way to her front. From behind, she began rubbing Beth's breasts while continuing to kiss her back and neck. 

"Beautiful," Jill whispered.

She rubbed Beth's nipples gently between her thumb and forefinger then continued rubbing her breasts. Beth's areola were not large but her nipples were sensitive. Each time Jill brushed against them was a journey into sensation. Her pussy was dripping. She was on fire.

"Stand up, Beth." She did as she was told, mesmerized by the experience and the sensations. Jill reached around her, unclasped the button on her jeans and began pulling her jeans down. When Jill saw Beth's matching panties, she moaned and kissed Beth's ass cheeks through her underwear. "Beautiful," she said again. Beth's head was spinning and she needed to sit back down. She stepped out of her jeans and began to sit back down on the floor.

"No. On the couch," Jill instructed.

Again, Beth did as requested. "Your underwear is gorgeous, but I want them off. I want to see you – all of you." Beth wanted that as well. She wanted someone to touch her, to lick her, to finger her. Anything! She wanted more. She quickly raised her hips. Jill grabbed both sides of her panties and slid them off.

Jill stared at her red pubic hair and her soaked, dripping pussy beneath it. With a moan, Jill was all over her. She raised Beth's legs into the air, kissing the inner parts as she ascended to her cunt. As she reached Beth's knee, she switched to the other leg and repeated, each time getting a little higher - first the knee, then slightly above, then the middle thigh. Beth's eyes were closed as she waited for the moment. 

Suddenly, Jill stopped and stood up. "My turn...I'm too hot." She started disrobing, first with her top. Beth watched her through glazed eyes. As Jill removed her bra, Beth saw that indeed her breasts were a little larger than hers. They had a beautiful shape to them. Large, dark areolas surrounded her nipples, which stood out prominently from her chest. She slipped her mini skirt to the floor. Either she wore no panties or removed them with the skirt, because she was suddenly naked. Her black bush was neatly trimmed with her natural shape and shimmered in the light of the room.

"You're sexy, Jill. I can see why men want you," Beth whispered. "I'm sure Matt is watching you and rubbing his big cock wondering what your pussy would feel like." She surprised herself by her brazen words. She began secretly hoping that he would come out of the room and that they would both make love to her, dedicating the evening to her pleasure.

"I hope he's having fun," Jill said aiming a kiss at the camera. "But right now, I have my mind on you. I want to rub our bodies together." She moved forward to lay between Beth's outstretched legs. Beth slouched slightly to accommodate her. 

"Perhaps we should just lay down," Jill suggested. Again, Beth moved without complaint, lying prone on the couch. Jill smiled as she lay on top of Beth's naked body.

"Ummm..." Jill moaned. "You feel great. Such smooth skin."

Beth put her arms around Jill's back and stroked her lightly. "Yes, very smooth...and you smell so good too."

Jill began kissing her neck again, then moved downward to her chest. She kissed around Beth's breasts slowly avoiding the nipples. As she kissed one, she massaged the other. Suddenly, her tongue stroked her left nipple sending a shock through Beth's body. Beth took a quick intake of breath. "My breasts are very sensitive," she moaned. "But that feels good." She moaned again and smiled.

Jill continued nibbling lightly on her nipple, then began to suck on them. "Oh...Oh..." Beth moaned. "The other one too," she requested and Jill complied, sucking on the right breast and nipple. "Oh..." Beth continued to moan.

After some time, Jill began moving down towards her belly, kissing and licking as she went. This is it! Beth thought. Her eyes were closed and she felt Jill's fingers on her thighs, gently pushing them apart. Beth obliged and felt Jill's light touch on her pubic bone. Jill ran her fingers through the hair there. "So soft..." Jill murmured. She kissed Beth's belly while she continued to stroke her pubic hair. Each stroke came closer and closer to Beth's clit. 

By now, Beth would have welcomed that contact. Her pussy had been on fire for what seemed like an eternity. She could not remember being this aroused and knowing that her lover was in another room watching, probably masturbating, was additional fuel for her inner fire.

Jill's mouth began kissing and licking downward – stomach, belly button, abdomen, pubic hair – then a SHOCK as her mouth came in contact with Beth's engorged clitoris. 

"Oh my God...Oh...Oh," Beth moaned, shaking her head from side to side. "That feels wonderful!...Oh..."

Jill licked Beth's clit lightly at first, making small movements with her lips and tongue. Gradually, her movements became more animated as Beth's breathing and moaning increased. For a moment, Beth was aware of another movement and opened her eyes to look down. While she was sucking on Beth's clit, Jill was using her right hand to pleasure herself, stroking her own clit with two fingers of her right hand. Jill began moaning as she touched herself, and Beth closed her eyes again. The moans of the two beautiful women filled the room.

Jill started sucking vigorously in succession. Pop! Her mouth came off of Beth's clit, sucking her pussy lips upward, and she licked downward into Beth's cunt, then back to her clit again. Jill repeated this over and over driving Beth over the edge. "Ahhh...Oh my God...Oh my God...Oh...Oh... I'm cumming! Oh God...Yes..." Beth cried as the orgasmic wave washed over her. Jill continued sucking on Beth's clit as she came extending the orgasm even longer. "Ah...Ah..." Beth yelped as Jill sucked on her now too sensitive clitoris.

"Rest a moment," Jill announced. She sat back on the couch's arm and began to masturbate. She spread her legs and began alternating between rubbing her clit and rubbing the lips of her pussy. As her breathing increased, she began to finger herself also, always with the same two fingers – index and middle fingers. The scene playing out in front of her fascinated Beth. Jill's raw sexuality was contagious, and Beth found her own animal heat beginning to rise again. With her eyes closed, Jill began to whimper as she came.

After her breathing returned to normal, she removed the two fingers from her own pussy and licked them. Then she slowly slid them into Beth's dripping cunt and began to finger-fuck her. Beth's pussy craved penetration. She preferred Matt's cock thrusting in her, but the fingers were welcome. Every motion was heaven and she began to moan anew. Jill thrusted her fingers slowly but again picked up the pace when Beth began moaning. She turned them to the right so that the tips of her fingers rubbed against and prodded Beth's g-spot. Faster and faster she finger-fucked Beth's cunt and Beth threw her legs into the air and spread them. 

"Yes...fuck me...fuck me...fuck me! Ohhh...I'm cumming again..." she cried and a second stronger orgasm hit her as Jill pistoned her fingers into her pussy. "Ohhh...ohhh..." she repeated over and over again until the orgasm subsided.

After some time had passed, Beth finally lowered her legs, spent, while Jill rested her head on Beth's stomach. Beth lay there with her eyes closed as if dead, enjoying the afterglow of her orgasms. Finally, Jill raised her head, leaned over and kissed her lightly on the lips. 

"Thank you, Beth," she said. "I will never forget this."

Beth whispered. "No...thank you." With that, Jill got up, quickly dressed, and with one last look, left the apartment.

"My God. I have never seen anything like that," she heard Matt announce a few moments later. She managed the strength to open her eyes and turned her head to look at him. His naked body greeted her, his cock sticking straight up, the biggest she had ever seen it get.

"Come here, you..." she said, and he walked over to her and lay down on top of her. He reached down between his legs and grabbing his cock, gently slid it into his lover's body. They began to make slow, passionate love to each other, his cock sliding completely in and out of her in succession.

"You were beautiful tonight. You were beautiful together," he said.

"Thank you," she said, looking directly into his eyes, "for allowing me that pleasure."

"You're welcome. I love you," he replied.

"I love you, too."

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Final Exams



Many thanks to HMAuthor for all the hard work in editing and improving this story from a previous version. 

*

"Are you almost done, Mr. Slye?" asked Heather.

He looked up and then breathed in deeply. One of the hottest graduates of the year was standing in front of his desk. And then he took another deep breath, because around her, arrayed like ladies in waiting around a queen, were Summer, Celia, Andi and Samantha.

All of them were in last spring's graduating class. And all of them were smart, funny and fully developed. Each had breasts that were round and perky but still too fresh to sag. And each had similarly round, firm rears that hypnotized every male who had the privilege of watching them move down the hall. A couple of them were beauties, and the others were cute. They all had been in his senior drama classes.

"We knew you'd be here preparing for the start of school, Mr. Slye, but you've worked long enough today," said Andi. "So tell us what we can do to help you finish up today."

"Why thank you, girls," said Mr. Slye. "That won't be necessary. I'm surprised you're still hanging around here now that you've graduated. You must have better things to do."

"Well, you know we've all told you many times that you were our favorite teacher of all four years of high school, Mr. Slye," said Summer, "and we will really miss you. We've got a surprise for you."

"Thank you for the compliment," he said. "But you did the work, and you can all be proud of what you've achieved. I know all of you have been accepted to good colleges. I can continue this when I come back from the mountains in a week, so tell me again why you're here."

As he stood up, they were suddenly on top of him. All of them had moved forward, and they were so close, he could smell their natural perfume. They seemed to be enveloping him like a blanket. He could feel their warm bodies against him, and their faces were so close, he felt their breath as they talked to him.

"What are you doing?" he said.

"We want you to come with us," said Samantha. "So lock up your office. We've been working on this in secret, and it will be very special." She took one hand and Celia took the other, and they led him down the deserted halls. The five girls were almost molded onto his body, so he just let himself move with them.

It was the second week in August, and the air conditioning wasn't turned on, so the dark halls were just starting to cool from the heat of the day. Slye knew other teachers wouldn't start coming in until next week, when he'd be in the mountains, so the only adult around was the security guard who lived in a trailer on the baseball field. If he saw them, he might wonder what a pack of hot eighteen-year-olds and their former teacher were doing, but the guard spent most of his time in front of his TV with the air conditioning on and grudgingly made his rounds every four hours.

The girls led him to the school auditorium and then backstage and down the stairs to the rehearsal room. The room was locked, but one of them had managed to get a key to the thick iron door, and he saw that she locked it behind them once they were inside.

Slye looked around. The light was dimmed, so he saw only outlines, enough to tell him the girls had been busy down there. The room usually had only some chairs and a piano. The girls walked with him up to something and sat down on it, pulling him down with them. He was surprised to find himself sitting on the sheets of a bed.

The lights went up as he tried to stand up, but several pairs of arms pulled him back down. He saw that one girl was sitting on either side of him, and two were behind him. All had firm grasps on his arms or shoulders. Heather was standing in front of him.

"Relax, Mr. Slye," she said. "This is a production we put together just for you. It's only a couple of hours, so you won't be delayed too long, and it's nice and cool down here under the theater. We also have some fans ready if it heats up to keep us all as comfortable as possible.

"I'm the narrator, and I'll start by setting the scene. It's our high school, and it's senior year for the young girls we'll be playing. There's one teacher we all like, and he seems to like us. He doesn't touch us, and he doesn't try to seduce us, but all the same, certain things he says and does are clearly beyond the teacher-student relationship.

"He's into sports and the outdoors, and he's fit and good looking, and he knows it. All the girls in his classes adore him, and the guys like him too, because he gets them excited about learning and doesn't play favorites. Except there are some girls who get feelings from him that the others don't. These girls are among his best students. They are all cute and horny, and each one wished he would seduce her.

"The whole year, there is sexual tension between the teacher and these female students. They are ripe and ready for sexual adventure, and they are tired of hooking up with fumbling clueless boys. From the signals he's giving them, they feel he's responding to their unspoken invitation to initiate them into the mysteries of adult love.

"All of them have turned eighteen by the start of the second semester, and they are eager for him to approach them, but they wait in vain. Then they graduate, and a couple of weeks later, he finally makes his choice. Yes, he chooses only one of them. The others are disappointed; they find out from previous alums that he has been doing the same thing for the last ten years.

"Each year, he courts his hottest students in his special way throughout the year, without ever making a false move that could get him in trouble. Then when they graduate, are over eighteen and are no longer his students, he allows one to be his lover for the summer. If he were to get caught, he couldn't be prosecuted as a sex offender, but he could get into trouble with the school district, so he's careful to keep everything quiet.

"The chosen one is so flattered that she goes along with everything, including some sexual practices that are extreme, degrading and sometimes painful. In a few weeks, she realizes how he is using her, but she also understands that she was ready to be used and was even using him in her own more innocent way. By the end of the summer she may be dealing with feelings of disgust and humiliation. But once she starts college, she's too busy to think much about what she and the teacher did, and a few years later, the summer memory is sugarcoated with nostalgia.

"This works well for him until one year, he makes a mistake. One of his chosen girls is unlike anyone he has ever known. He and everyone who knows her realizes she is a future star. She is incredibly beautiful and talented, and so warm and genuine that everyone loves her. He doesn't realize that like some great artists, she is also fragile.

"He courts others through the year because he knows she is the one he must have. Corrupting her will be much more exciting than his previous conquests, because she is not just another pretty young thing who's hot for him.

"She adores him as a teacher but doesn't respond to his suggestive overtures like the others. He becomes obsessed with her. Summer comes, and he approaches her. She's confused, but he pulls out all the stops and tricks her into giving in. His conquest consumes him so completely that he doesn't see her coming apart as he pushes her into edgy sex.

"All this has happened before today's action begins. By the way, today's production is dedicated to our friend Emmiline. We usually do everything together with her, but she can't be here today. Did you know she tried to commit suicide? Do you have any idea why she'd do that?"

As Heather was talking, Slye's demeanor changed from one of amusement to a more serious and sober look. When she asked him the question, he started, but he didn't say anything.

"I'm glad to see that you're as honest out of class as you are when you're teaching, Mr. Slye," said Heather. "You know the answer, and you're not going to deny it. Don't worry. She didn't tell anyone but us. It took all sorts of tricks to pull it out of her. Nobody else knows -- not even her family -- so you're safe. Well, there is one other person.

"When we found out, we were in a frenzy of hatred. We went over to your house to tear you apart, and thank goodness, you weren't home. Tawny answered the door. You never told us you had a fiancee. She's so beautiful, and really nice, too. Talking to her a few minutes calmed us down. We were going to say something to her, but we decided she probably wouldn't believe us. We were sure she had had no idea about your annual summer of fun.

"We decided to sleep on it. The next day we were just as angry, but we channeled our anger. The first thing we did was find some Mr. Slye Summer of Sex Alums and talk to them. We videotaped the interviews. 

"Then we made an appointment with Tawny when you weren't home and played her the videos and told her about Emmiline. Her first impulse was to move out and break off your engagement and report you to the school administration. She was even angrier than we were, but we cooled her down.

"After that, all of us tossed around ideas and then worked on them until we came up with the first version of the production that's starting in a few minutes. Have you noticed anything different about Tawny recently? She never took your acting classes, but I think she's a great actress. Her relationship with you has changed, but you don't even know it.

"Today's show is scripted but will feature a lot of improvisation, especially by you. Yes, you are the star of the production. The script continues the story I just told you, and the other characters play the girls who are eager to make love to you. They are still hot for your body, but now they have other feelings as well.

"We're going to restrain you now, Mr. Slye, but just a little bit, while we adjust the lights and the cameras on the tripods. The first act takes place on this bed we brought in here. We're not going to gag you because this rehearsal room is so well soundproofed that no one upstairs can hear anything from down here. And the security guard never comes here because he knows it's locked up for the summer. So you can yell now if you want."

The girls put restraints on Slye's wrists and attached each wrist to a corner post of the bed. His legs were left free, and for a few minutes, he yelled and kicked, but then he just lay quietly watching them turning on lamps and moving equipment around.

"We're glad you're saving your breath, Mr. Slye," said Celia. "We knew you'd be smart about this, like you are about everything. Now we are going to take off all your clothes, and you can struggle if you want, but why waste the effort? As you can see, we're taking all of our clothes off first, so why not enjoy the view instead of resisting."

That's what Slye did. He marveled that the girls were even hotter than he had imagined. He regretted that he hadn't chosen one of them. They would have been eager and willing, and there wouldn't have been any problems with them. They weren't high strung, like Emmiline. When his clothes were off, Celia addressed him again.

"Now, we're going to give you a high, hard, hot enema, Mr. Slye. It's just to clean you out. You'll get two of them. We can make this easy or hard. The easy way is to just let us insert the nozzle. As soon as you're filled up, we'll let you hold it in for a few minutes and then we'll release you so you can go to the bathroom next to the rehearsal room. We jammed the door lock, just so you know. In 10 minutes, we'll give you enema number two."

The cleansing went as smoothly as the disrobing. After it was done, Slye was a little shaky. "It's hot in here with all the lights, but we've got some beer in an ice chest, Mr. Slye," said Celia. "We also have some hard liquor and ice cubes if you prefer." Mr. Slye took the plastic cup of beer handed to him. It tasted bland, like an off brand, but it was wet and cold.

"Now we're ready for the fun to start," said Summer, "and I get to be first. I've wanted to do this to you the whole year, and I can't wait." Slye had been pushed onto his back on the bed, and she reached over and began stroking his penis and testicles. His penis responded almost immediately.

"Wow!" said Summer, "You're much bigger than my boyfriend. I hope you don't hurt me. I'm already wet, so let's go."

With that, she mounted him and began riding him hard. He began responding and thrusting up at her. As soon as he started, she slapped him hard on the face, and he screamed in pain and bewilderment. "That's for Emmiline," she said in a serious voice and then began smiling and riding again. The pattern continued. Each time he began responding, she stopped and slapped him again and said, "That's for Emmiline." Her slaps were making his cheeks red, and they became more painful as his skin bruised.

At first, his penis got softer when she stopped and slapped him, and it took a while getting hard again. But after a while, it stayed hard even when he screamed from the pain. She noticed and told him, "The Viagra in your beer is doing its job."

After the seventh slap, he came hard right after she started riding again. When she felt him start to come, she leaned forward and pressed her large breasts against his chest and then began pounding him hard with her behind. It took only a few slams until she screamed and collapsed on him.

After a while, she carefully lifted her rear in the air. Then she raised her chest up a little. Hands grabbed Slye's ankles and pulled them, making him slide down the bed under Summer.

"You seemed to enjoy Summer, Mr. Slye," said Samantha, leaning over and putting her face close to his. "And she certainly enjoyed you. She came a few times. I think you are starting to understand what our video production is about.

"We are all playing out our fantasies about having sex with you, but because of Emmiline, we have to punish you at the same time. So we're trying to mix our pleasure with your pain and humiliation. Of course, sometimes we can't avoid giving you pleasure, too, like just now.

"This next part will probably not be pleasurable for you. At least that's what Tawny thinks. When we were talking to her, we were surprised to find out that she's much more sexually adventurous than you. She said that you like the kinky stuff, but only when you're doing it to her.

"She told us she wanted to know what really turned you on, so she found out your password and logged on to your computer to see if you watched porn on the Internet. She was amazed at how much you were looking at and the variety.

"One thing particularly surprised her. Some of the sites you watched featured men being humiliated. She told use you even looked at videos of cuckolds watching their wives have sex with other men and then eating the cum out of them.

"But when she suggested you eat her out one time after you had deposited your semen, you turned green and ran to the bathroom to throw up. She said it was almost the same reaction whenever she wanted to do something with you that she saw on your favorite websites. She said she was disappointed to find out you were a voyeur, not a doer. To help us prepare for today, she told us all the things you really like to watch but were afraid to do.

"If you look up, you can see Summer's vagina right above your head. All the come you put inside her a minute ago is in there, nice and warm.

"Now we're putting some cushions under your head to lift it up and get it in the right position, and she's going to gradually lower her vagina until it's right at your lips. Ooooh! Tawny's right. You are getting pale. I'm glad we've got this big plastic bowl right here. Move forward, Summer. Girls, help me lift him up and then push his head down into the bowl.

"There, Mr. Slye, let it all go. You don't need your lunch anyway, because Summer's got a delicious treat for you. Yes, heave some more if you have to. Yes, cry if it helps you control yourself. Crying is much better than heaving, don't you think? Let's wash your mouth and face off now and get your head back on the pillow.

"Wait. Do you need to get rid of some more? No? You're just gagging a little. Now try to calm down, and this will be a lot easier for you. OK, Summer, move back over him again. That's better, Mr. Slye. Yes, it's much better to shake your head from side to side like that than to heave. We get the idea. You really don't want to do this.

"Summer is lowering herself just a little. She's all ready, but you're still moving your head wildly. Let's wait a minute to see if you get tired of that. I think it's just sheer terror in control of you now. You seem to have a lot of energy because your head is still going, so we'll have to find a way to soothe you.

"Do you feel Andi? She's got a washcloth and she's washing your genitals clean with warm water. Some of your stuff was sticking to them and your pubic hair. Now it's all gone. We'll let you air dry, but meanwhile Andi is playing with your testicles. Does that feel good? It must, because you've stopped shaking your head. Oops! There you go again. I spoke too soon.

"Andi has one of your big balls lying in the palm of her right hand. She's closing her fingers around it and enveloping it in her warm hand. Doesn't that feel good? You can enjoy the feeling while you are eating Summer out. But you're still shaking your head, so you can't enjoy it yet.

"Instead, Andi will slowly close her fist around that big testicle. Do you feel any pressure yet? Yes, you jumped there for a second. I think it's starting to hurt because you're panting and making faces. You've stopped shaking your head now, but you can't do anything when you're in such pain, so Andi is going to loosen up and just hold you in her warm hand like before.

"Do you want to shake your head some more and have her squeeze again, or are you ready to get to work on Summer? Yes, think about it for a minute. If you're ready, stick your tongue out. If you don't, Andi will start squeezing again. There, I saw a little flicker of tongue. OK, Summer, you can lower down a bit more, until you feel his lips touching you. That's it. Perfect.

"We're ready, Mr. Slye. Please start licking. That's it. Just lick around her pubic hair for now. There's a little of your stuff in there, but not much. Oops! I think you just got your first taste. Not as bad as you thought, right? You didn't gag all that much.

"Time to start again. You've got the right idea. Just lick all around her soft, sweaty hair and her puffy outer lips. Circle around again and again. You should see Summer's face. She's really enjoying what you're doing.

"Now it's time to start zeroing in. Just start at the bottom of the thin slit in the middle of the puffy lips. Lick lightly up and down. Did you see how she moved there? You're really getting her excited. She's going to have a few more orgasms. I know it.

"Just keep going up and down like that. Do you see the slit opening a little and the redness inside? Slow down and tenderly lick along the slit. You're now reaching her insides, and she's starting to squirm. Look, the lips are opening wider. Keep licking slowly. Don't stop. Andi's going to squeeze really hard if you stop now.

"Oh my god! That was it. Her lips opened all the way, and a bunch of your semen went right down your tongue. Lift up again for a moment, Summer. He's gagging and choking a little on his treat. Wait until he gets it all down. He has the most horrible expression on his face. No, don't spit it out, or Andi will put you in a lot of pain. Just swallow it fast. Yes, like that.

"Try to get those heaves under control, Mr. Slye. They must really hurt because nothing's coming out. That's it. Breathe deeply a few times. Good. OK, Summer, let's continue. I see some white stuff just inside waiting to come out. Just keep licking, Mr. Slye, but now, I just want you to lick around and over the clitoris. Ignore the stuff falling out into your mouth and nose and all over your face. Just swallow and keep going. Because once you've made Summer come, the fall will be over."




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When Summer came, she lost control and pushed her vagina hard into Slye's face. He couldn't breathe for nearly a minute while her body vibrated on top of him. Then she quickly lifted herself off of him as he gasped for air.

She got off the bed and leaned over him. "Thank you, Mr. Slye," she said. "At the end there, I felt like your whole face was inside my vagina, and that's what it looks like now. I'd kiss you, except I can't find a dry spot on your face to kiss."

"That was great, Mr. Slye," said Heather. "I think Tawny is going to love the video. She really wanted to be here, but she decided to wait and watch the video later because she's busy preparing for your trip to the mountains.

"Celia is next, and she wants to be on top, too. But she's going to be facing the other way. We know from Tawny that you really like to watch anal porn, so Celia's going to give you her ass. First she's going to give you a preview. She'll ride you as hard as Summer did, and you can watch that ass while she's doing it.

"Well, that was fast. With her going crazy and the help of the Viagra, it took just a minute for you to come. Now she's going to move backwards until her vagina is over you, just like Summer's was, and we're lifting your head on the cushions again to get your mouth in the right position.

"You don't have much semen left, so this part won't be as hard. Go ahead, you can start licking. Do you need a prompt from Andi's hand. No, you don't. That's good. You're doing fine now, and only a couple of gags. Do you feel Andi washing your package with warm water and soap again. Now she'll let you air dry.

"While you're licking, look up at Celia's ass. See how I'm putting some lube into it with my fingers. That's where you're going in a few minutes. Now this is more interesting. It's a huge syringe, and we're injecting the liquid inside it into Celia's ass. You can probably smell it.

"All of us have been collecting semen from our boyfriends every time we had sex for the last few weeks, and everything we could get out of the condoms was combined. It's more than a quart. We put it in a microwave and heated it a little before we came. That's why it smells so foul. It's cooled down some, but it's still nice and warm.

"We pushed the nose of the syringe in as deep as we could so we can inject the semen deep inside her bowels. Now I'm pushing the plunger down slowly and filling her up. She's got a lot of room in there because it all seems to be going in, and I'm almost to the bottom. There, just a little squeezed out as I finished. She's full up. Oh, I see that a few drops fell on your face and made you gag.

"Oops, here comes some more. Your licking has given Celia another orgasm and her ass is spasming and spilling out some of the stuff in there. I think that was the last orgasm. No, there's one more. OK, it looks like she's exhausted. Let's let her rest for a few minutes before we continue.

"OK, are you ready Celia. Celia cleaned out earlier, just like you did, Mr. Slye. So all she has inside is that smelly white stuff, nothing really bad. OK, she's in position. Yes, it's almost the same position as before, but this time, your tongue is going inside her ass, not her vagina. I can see you have a strong reaction to that, Mr. Slye, so let's wait a couple of minutes while you think this over.

"All you have to do is the same thing you did before. First lick the hair around the asshole, then then gently lick across the asshole and, last of all, go inside. It will be a little different, because the ass doesn't open automatically. You'll have to push your face up inside her cheeks and force your tongue inside. But you know you can do it, because you want to feel Andi's warm hands massaging your testicles and not the other Andi.

"So think about it for one more minute, before Andi starts squeezing. You can do it, Mr. Slye. Celia's ass is right in front of your lips. Just lick around it for now. There, I saw a quick lick. Too bad you gagged. Concentrate and focus, Mr. Slye, like you tell us to do in class. You can get an A in ass-licking. You know you can.

"That was better. Isn't that ass hair silky? Yes, there are a few drops of that hot come on the hair, but not too many. Does it taste different from yours? Not all that much, I think. See, your tongue is really flying now. You can do this. Now move it so it goes across her anus. That did it. Did you feel Celia jerk. That's a sensitive spot. Go back and forth over her little wrinkle. It looks so cute.

"Now stop for a second and curl your tongue and push it at the wrinkle. OK, you can stop and gag a little. Now curl your tongue again and push. Push harder and push your whole head forward. Here. I'll help you a little with my hands. There. It looks like your face is being swallowed up by Celia's butt. Wow! Is that hot! Tawny's going to love seeing this.

"OK, now pull back and look at the little wrinkled opening. Watch what happens as Celia presses a little, like she's in the bathroom. See how it opens? You can see the white stuff inside. OK, now I want you to lick that little bit of white stuff that's about to fall out of her. Don't let it drop or Andi will have to give you a big squeeze. There you go. Lick it up. It wasn't that much, and now the outside of the little hole is clean again.

"She's pushing it open once more, for you to put your mouth around her hole and push your tongue in, See how your tongue can go in a lot further because she opened herself up by pushing. Now it's your turn to push with your tongue. Keep pushing it in. Now push your head between her cheeks so you can get deeper.

"You look great. Celia's swallowed up almost your entire face. I can hear you gagging, but Celia must have grabbed your tongue with her anal muscles and she's squeezing and not letting go. Don't try to pull out or you'll hurt yourself when your tongue is being stretched. Just stay inside her and try to relax.

"As soon as you can, I want you to start swishing your tongue inside Celia. Move it around through all that thick come. Celia, let me know when he starts or if he needs help from Andi. Oh, you say you can feel him now and it feels great. Wonderful! Let him do that for a couple of minutes.

"OK, Mr. Slye, you can pull your tongue out and rest a minute. Watch Celia's ass again. You see I'm pushing the tapered tip of a rubber bulb syringe into it now, and I'm squeezing everything out of the bulb into her anus and colon. Don't worry, there wasn't anything inside that rubber ball but air. See, I'm pulling it out and letting it suck up the air again.

"Back it goes, and another load of air goes into her intestines. And one more load should do it. There. All set. Now for this part, you don't need to do any work, Mr. Slye. Just open your mouth as wide as you can. There. Now we're adjusting your pillows so your head is leaning back and your mouth is right under Celia's anus. If she leans back a couple of inches, your mouth would be able to suck everything out of her, but all you need to do for this part is just relax and keep your mouth wide open.

"No, don't close it. I know you're frightened. Andi, I think he needs a squeeze! There now you've got it open. Open it a little wider. I don't think you're trying hard enough, Mr. Slye. I may need Andi's help again. There, I think you got it open a little more. Try real hard to get it even more-- Oh, my gosh, I can't believe it. Girls, did you see that.

"When I pushed all that air into Celia, it made her intestines really want to get it out again. The only way they can do that is to make Celia fart. She's been holding back, but finally, she had to let go, and it sounded like a gun, didn't it? And it shot a huge wad of come right into your mouth, didn't it? You couldn't swallow fast enough, so it choked you a little, and it went up through your nose, and I know that's painful and disgusting.

"But don't close your mouth yet. Andi! That's it. Get ready for another shot. There it goes! Wow! There's a lot of stuff inside Celia. Now it's shooting like a machine gun and more and more shooting into your mouth and all over your face. You're swallowing like a champ now, to keep from choking again. You get an A for sure, Mr. Slye."

When Celia finally stopped shooting semen into Slye's mouth, she got up and stared at him with the other girls. "I can barely make out that it's you, Mr. Slye," she said. "It looks like you stuck your head into a bucket of white paint." His eyes were shut, but Andi pulled him to his feet and walked him to the little bathroom, where she washed his face off. Then she led him back to the bed.

"Two down and three to go, Mr. Slye," said Heather. "It's my turn, and I choose the missionary position. You don't even have to warm me up by licking me, because I'm already so excited. So just get on top and do whatever you want."

Slye looked down at her, spread out lewdly to receive him. It was enough for the Viagra to get his large penis sticking straight out again, but he was tired, and he wasn't enthusiastic. He climbed onto her slowly and then collapsed.

"That won't do at all, Mr. Slye," she said. "You need to get to work. I think maybe Summer can help us out. Why don't you climb up behind Mr. Slye, Summer, and see what you can do. There, your body really moved right then.

"You felt Summer's finger stimulating you, didn't you Mr. Slye. Summer, lean forward and put your hand up here where Mr. Slye can see it. Look at what a tiny little hand she has, Mr. Slye. Her fingers are so slim and pretty. I think she can put two of them into you and get an even bigger reaction. Go ahead, Summer.

"Yes, that worked, but you still aren't moving, Mr. Slye. Summer, get some lubrication into Mr. Slye and start moving your fingers in and out. Maybe that will get him started. I hear you sighing, Mr. Slye, so you obviously are enjoying Summer's anal massage, but you're still lying on top of me, and we're getting nowhere. Maybe three fingers are better than two.

"Oh, finally some action. You don't seem to like three fingers, and you're squirming around on top of me to try to get away. But Summer's following you, isn't she? Her fingers are pushing in and out. Uncomfortable, isn't it? Maybe if you finally start moving, you can shake those fingers out.

"That's good, Mr. Slye. You've lifted your upper body up. But you aren't going to pull out of me. I'm going to hug you and wrap my legs around you. You're not going anywhere until we've both come. You're cursing now and trying hard to get free, but it won't help. You need to get going before Summer -- oh, I can tell by your scream that she did it. She's got four fingers going in and out of you now.

"Wow! That energized you like the bunny. Go, Mr. Slye, go, go, go. Shake your tail and move it around. Summer is managing to stay with you. You're choking back tears, but your penis doesn't know it. It's churning my insides and I love it. You're like a bucking bronco trying to shake Summer off.

"Oooooooh. That was another orgasm. You are everything I imagined and more, Mr. Slye. I wish so much that you had chosen me instead of Emmy. We would have had such a great summer. I don't mind any of those degrading things you like to do. That's it, keep going. Don't let those four fingers inside keep you from coming.

"There, did you feel that. I just came again. Did that get you going? You're starting to become erratic and your eyes are wild. Let me help you a little bit by slamming up at you like this. Yay! You came. You did it, even while Summer's fingers were going to town. OK, you can lie on me again and rest.

"No, the four fingers are not going to stop, but I'm going to move you on your side, so Andi can wash off your equipment again. We'll let it air dry.

"I'm still holding you tight, because I want to feel how you react as Summer tucks her thumb behind her four fingers and starts pushing them all in and out of you. You didn't react much there, because it didn't feel too different, but you know what happens now. Your face sure does. It's all twisted every which way. You can feel Summer slowly pushing into you, and there, your scream tells me she made it. The others are cheering. She got her little hand into you, didn't she?

"Listen carefully now, Mr. Slye, because we don't want you to get hurt, so you need to help us now. Summer is going to pull her hand out of you, and two of the girls are going to stick a tube deep inside you and then fill you up with the greasiest lube we could find. Once you're stuffed with the grease, Summer's dainty little hand is going back in, and then she's going to slowly move it in as deep as she can while I hold you.

"Then she's going to try to get her other hand in and push it until the two hands are touching deep inside you. I wonder how far she'll get. Too bad I won't be able to see it, but I'll watch the video later. After that, the other girls get a turn to do the same thing. Not exactly the same, because their hands are bigger.

"My turn comes last, but before I start, we'll turn you on your back, and then Celia is going to suck you because you'll probably find it hard to get aroused by then. Once she's got you hard again, you are going to use your own hands to get yourself off. Meanwhile, I'll be between your legs with one hand making love to your ass at the same tempo that you're whacking yourself off.

"It may be hard to come like that, but you've got to do it because I'm not going to stop until you come. If you get too soft, Celia will suck you up again, and I'm sure the Viagra will help. But then you will have to take over. When you come, it should be incredible."

When he was finally able to achieve orgasm and Heather removed her hand, Slye collapsed in a heap on the bed and sobbed loudly.

Heather lifted him up and embraced him. "There, there," she said. "We're almost done. Three down and two to go. Rest in my arms for a few minutes before it's Sam's turn. She wants you to do her doggy style."

The girls all helped lift Slye onto his hands and knees. He collapsed a few times, before they managed to hold him up. Heather stroked his penis to stimulate it while Samantha positioned herself in front of him.

"You're flinching while I'm stroking you, Mr. Slye," Heather said. "Your penis seems to be very dry and brittle. It's probably from all that air drying. But the Viagra is working. It's getting hard again in my hands. Now I'm going to put it into Samantha's moist vagina, and then you need to hold her waist with both sides and start pumping into her.

"No, you can't just kneel there and do nothing, Mr. Slye. It's like you're using her to hold yourself up. Sure, you're tired, but you're a strong man. You can do this. Now get going.

"I guess words are not going to help. Maybe this will. There, that was just a light smack on your ass. If you don't start moving, I'm going to spank you a little harder. There, that one got a reaction, but you still aren't moving. OK, Summer, hand me that rattan cane over there please. This should speed you up.

"Oh, that got a scream out of you, and it also got some action. Samantha seems to be enjoying herself at last. I guess your dry penis isn't feeling too good from the friction, even though she's really juicy, but it's holding up.

"OK, this is your signal to up the tempo. That one made a really loud sound as it hit your ass, Mr. Slye, but I still haven't swung half as hard as I can. You've got a couple of nasty red stripes on your ass. You're doing fine now. Don't slow down. Uh oh, you seem to be getting winded. There, I really let loose on that one. You jumped right up off the bed, and the new stripe looks really thick and deep. It sure helped you get your second wind.

"Are you getting excited yet? I think Sam has already had three orgasms, and she's ready to stop as soon as you come, but she's not impatient. She'll wait for you. I think to get to your orgasm, you need to go faster, so I'm going to start caning you slowly but very hard to help you speed up so you can come. You're crying and gasping and moaning at the same time now, and you're moving your ass so fast! It's covered with red stripes on top of stripes now.

"You're dry penis must be feel that good rubbing inside Samantha's vagina, but the only way you can come is to keep going faster. And don't try to fake it, because we'll be looking for some come after you're done to make sure. We'll need to see at least a drop.

"You need to pull out all the stops, Mr. Slye, so I'm going to help you by caning you even faster. There and there and there and there and there. You're getting into a fast rhythm now, and I think that's going to work. I'm trying to match your rhythm with the cane.

"That's it. Lift your head and scream. I think that just gave Sam three more orgasms. Yes, your head is shaking wildly. You're almost there, you're close, you're close, you did it! That was great Mr. Slye. Let's get you out of Samantha. Wow! Your penis is really raw and red, almost as red and raw as I made your butt. I think we're going to clean both of them with alcohol to prevent infection. Of course, that will make them even drier, and the skin may start to crack.

"I'm afraid you might not be too happy with anyone touching your balls and penis, or your ass, for the next few weeks. It might not be comfortable walking, or even sitting. We know you and Tawny have planned a romantic mountain retreat for a week, and you're leaving tonight. But I'm afraid the only way Tawny will be able to make love to you is if she gives you the Viagra we bought for her. You'll still be able to pleasure her, although it might be excruciating for you.

"OK, it's Andi's turn. We're almost done. She's not going to have sex with you, and she'll just take a minute. Here she is. A while ago, she took a bunch of ice cubes out of this cooler and filled up this large bowl with them and then added water from the sink. We're lifting you up so you can sit on the edge of the bed, and she's getting between your legs. Steady. We'll hold on to you.

"Ooops! You nearly jumped out of your skin there as she lifted the bowl up and stuck your package into it. Your equipment is now soaking in the ice water. Is that soothing to you at all, Mr. Slye? You seem to be shaking. We want your equipment to chill out. Do you feel your penis and balls shrinking in the ice water? I think that's 10 minutes. That should do the trick. Now you can lie back again.

"Well, that certainly worked. Your big nasty thing looks like a little boy's now. This should be easy. Look up, Mr. Slye. See, Andi is showing you this little round thing that looks like a bead, but it's actually tiny band made out of really strong rubber. Now she's showing you how the band fits onto that metal tool called banding pliers. See how when she squeezes the pliers, they pull the tiny band open into a big loop.

"Now that your equipment is so tiny, she can easily thread your testicles through the loop and position the band right above them. Now she's slowly relaxing her grip on the pliers and the loop is getting smaller. You can't see it now of course, but there, the pliers are free and the loop is squeezing your sack tight, just where the testicles are attached.

"The rubber loop and the pliers are usually used for goats, but once we shrunk you in the ice water, it worked fine on you. I think you've maybe guessed what it's for, but I'll explain while you're drinking your coke and the girls are cleaning up the room. We're finished now, and it's time to go.

"See this sharp little instrument. It's a special safety scissors that can easily cut your cute little band off. It would be dangerous to try it yourself since you can't see what you're doing. Also that whole area is now raw and dry, and the skin is cracking, so anything that touches you there will be incredibly painful and could cause an involuntary reaction. You could cut yourself and bleed to death or at least cause a lot of damage. But we'll deliver the scissors to Tawny, along with you. Andi, Mr. Slye is very dehydrated. Please refill his Coke.




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"You probably can't feel it, but the band is already cutting off most of the circulation to your testicles, and when they warm up and return to normal temperature, they will expand, and that makes the band even much tighter. It's an easy way to castrate goats. In less than a week, the testicles are literally dead, without any messy, blood cutting.

"It works the same way on humans. Andi, please refill the Coke again. He's really thirsty. In about a week, you could be a much different man. If your testicles are dead, they shrivel into nothing in a month or so. You won't have much of a sex drive because of the lost testosterone, even though there are still ways a woman can get your penis to be useful. At least that's what Tawny found out when she was doing some research.

"Chances are you'd be more docile, too, and wouldn't give Tawny a hard time about anything she wants to do. Best of all, it wouldn't affect your teaching abilities in the least. You might get more tired after school and have to cut back on some of your strenuous exercising. Your body wouldn't be as hard as it is now. It could get a little puffy. But Tawny found out that emasculated men are often more positive and content. So it's not all bad.

"Of course, the decision is up to Tawny. When we first talked about this, the plan was for her to watch you on your vacation as you lost your manhood. She would make sure you didn't hurt yourself and give us the details on how you reacted as you were slowly castrated.

"But then Emmy found out about our plans. She is so wise that she knew something was up even though none of us told her anything. She got it out of us, and then she fought for you like a wildcat and tried to make us drop the whole idea. But this time we didn't cave like we usually do because she's such a better person than we are.

"Well, we did a little. She was the one who made us get the safety scissors for Tawny. And she's been talking to Tawny almost every day. One of their sessions lasted over two hours. Tawny told us Emmy's definitely over wanting to die, and though she's still the same girl we adore, she's now less fragile. She's been telling Tawny that what you did was probably good for her, because it toughened her for her career. She doesn't know it, but all of us have made a vow to protect her from now on, so no one is ever going to hurt her the way you did again.

"She also has been trying to convince Tawny that you're really a good person at heart who just let his glands get out of control -- like a lot of men. She said you never harassed or touched any students. And she told her how inspiring you were to all of us.

"She said that Tawny must have been attracted to your strong masculinity the same way we were, and that she just needed to help you channel it for the two of you and you would have a wonderful marriage. Tawny said Emmy could sell ice to Eskimos because she almost convinced her you were a saint.

"Emmy has given you a chance to save your manhood. Tawny told us that letting the band do its work is really the only way to make absolutely certain that nothing like what you did to Emmiline ever happens again. But her talks with Emmy have opened her to other alternatives.

"So your future is still up in the air. You've just drunk a lot of rum in those cokes, and I think you're starting to feel the effect. In a few minutes, you'll be out cold, but I can tell by the look on your face that you understand every word that I'm saying.

"When you've passed out, we're going to bring you to Tawny and dump you in her car. She's already bought groceries for the week, so you'll be able to sleep all the way to her parents' cabin.

"You've been there, so you know that the cabin is really isolated. The nearest neighbor is 20 miles away, and he's rarely at his vacation cabin anyway. Even if he were there, it would be hard for you to walk with all that pain around your crotch. So it's just you and Tawny at the cabin -- and the special scissors that she'll hide wherever she hides the car keys.

"Our suggestion is that you look upon your week with Tawny as a learning experience. Can you learn enough to pass your final exams? To keep from failing, you need to convince her that you are really sorry and want her forgiveness and that you'll never touch another woman except her ever again?

"Maybe you can prove how much you regret what you did and how much you will do for Tawny if she will let you. Will you watch our videos with her? Will you make love to her even though it may be torture for you because your penis and balls and butt are bruised and raw and the skin is cracking open from dryness and your insides are burning? Will you agree to let her do to you some of the things that you've done to the girls you've chosen, things that scare you to death? Will you persuade her that you can change, that you will do whatever it takes to earn back her trust, that you want to become a good husband and father?

"We think you can do it, Mr. Slye. Emmy reminded us to remember the good things about you, how you made us better students and better people. Whether or not Tawny decides to neuter you, we're glad our younger brothers and sisters will still have a chance to have you as their awesome teacher.

"So we'll be hoping you learn fast and Tawny gives you a passing grade up at the cabin. Emmiline said to tell you she'll be praying for you and your masculinity as often as she can every day while she waits for the phone call from Tawny telling her how the exams came out.

"Well, we're all packed up. You're still listening, Mr. Slye, but I can see you won't be conscious much longer. When you wake up in the cabin tomorrow, we hope you'll do everything in your power to convince Tawny that she would be better off with you as a whole man who is devoted to her rather than something less than a man who's easy to control. You haven't got much time, maybe a couple of days at the most. It's up to you."