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A College Professor's Discovery Ch. 02

By: escriterra



(A note of appreciation to the readers who have voted for the first installment of this story in the contest underway here at Literotica until Nov. 2, 2010. Your votes in the Fetish category under "Awards & Contests" on the Bulletin Board are much appreciated—I am delighted you have found Dr. Sherrie Mathison's journey on her way toward completing her anthropological research and her book an engaging read.

(The details of Dr. Mathison's second tutoring session are related below. The inventive Miss Victoria orchestrates several surprises during her second visit, among them prompts to the male she has brought for Sherrie's practice session to reveal the reasons he enjoys surrendering to a woman's thrusts.)

***

Dr. Sherrie Mathison gazed distractedly out the plane window at an expanse of puffy whiteness which was the cloud cover over some stretch of ocean between her comfy suburban townhome in North America and the remote piece of New Zealand where she would spend the next four months.

Only three times did I do it, and all in the last two weeks, she thought, focusing on her reflection in the porthole-sized window.

Only three times have I—god help me—fucked a man in the ass with a strapon dildo, Sherrie mused, finally allowing herself to ruminate about the crazy solution she had devised to ensure the successful conclusion she needed to finish her book about the New Zealand tribe. Will the tribe's women accept me as practiced enough, as worthy, to take me into their confidence after I slip the bulb end of the dildo inside my vagina, strap it into place lube it up, and then . . .

Sherrie squeezed her thighs together.

This was exactly why she had diverted her attention from thinking about what she'd done in the last two weeks, what she was going to do in New Zealand in the very near future—hardened nipples, a moist pussy, and a telltale flush on her throat were all signs that she was aroused. Trapped with hundreds of strangers in a metal tube miles above the ocean was no place to endure the intense bout of horniness that Sherrie was about to surrender herself to.

But it was just too delicious not to think about . . .

Andrew. Miss Victoria's tutelage. Mental visions of what she had seen (damn! but he had a great ass!) and what she had done during that first, mind-blowing session when Sherrie had discovered the erotic delights of sliding a strapon dildo up a guy's ass and then settling into a rhythm as she learned to fuck a man—REALLY fuck a man—and enjoy the incredible sensations of the act.

Abandoning any pretense now about avoiding the memories, Sherrie reached up to position the air vent and turn it on.

Maybe the focused breeze would disperse any potential aroma of her arousal.

Oh, shit—how hot and sexy Andrew looked when she saw him naked except for his blindfold. What a lovely cock! And then watching that gorgeous pink shaft rise and stiffen as Sherrie's tutor kissed him, the taste and smell of the woman's own pussy on her lips as she pressed them against his.

(Even the memory of what Miss Victoria had done a few minutes before she kissed the first man Sherrie was going to ass-fuck was arousing: telling Sherrie that she was going to give Andrew a reward for being a good toy for them that evening, her tutor extracted the bulb end of the dildo that she had pushed into her vagina while giving Sherrie instructions on how to insert the toy, drew it to her lips, and sucked off her juices. The memory of that visual, and knowing afterwards the reason why Miss Victoria did it, never failed to charge Sherrie's sexual batteries. Andrew's cock rose to a glorious, throbbing full erection with no stimulation other than the fragrant kiss from the "sensuous domme" whom he had been paying to screw him in the ass.

(Well, Sherrie thought, a smile coming to her face, it was probably a combination of the kiss and the anticipation of the evening's activities in Sherrie's living room that had stiffened his cock. No matter—whatever the reasons, seeing his naked cock rise and point toward the ceiling was fantastically arousing.)

But that first, incredible witness to a man's surrender! When Miss Victoria said, "Andrew, open up for the lady," and Sherrie felt the little indentation hollow out underneath the pad of her lubricated finger as she held it against his asshole . . .

Remembering how that had felt, the powerful signal of surrender that it sent, she got that little flutter in her tummy that always came with the anticipation of extreme arousal.

Why am I stuck on an airplane?

But then, positioning the tip of her shaft at that proffered opening and slowly—oh, so slowly—sliding it in, hearing the sound he made as he let her penetrate him . . .

Maybe the guy in the seat next to me—she checked; he seemed to be engrossed in the movie—won't notice if I kind of pouff up the blanket like this over my crotch so I can at least spread my thighs just a little in order to press my fingers against my clit through these slacks.

God! It had been so hot to fuck Andrew in the ass while he was bent over the arm of her sofa!

Sherrie remembered what it had felt like to grab his hips, to press herself against the backs of thighs when she bottomed out completely with the dildo inside his ass. She replayed the sensation in her muscle memory of the next action: reaching up to grab Andrew's shoulders and really begin screwing him. And then that amazing, fascinating feeling of squirming against him, nudging the shaft of the dildo across his prostate and the bulb in her pussy up against her G-spot.

His moans! What sexy, nasty, lovely, beautiful sounds! They were man-growls of lust mixed with punctuated groans triggered when he reacted in surprise to the occasional deep, intense shove that felt so divine as Sherrie drove her shaft inside him and sealed herself tightly against his flanks, pushing hard, feeling the incredible throb of mounting sexual intensity spread through her body. 

It was such a rush that she couldn't wait to do it again with Miss Victoria's second "practice toy."

Trent.

The swimmer.

And for her second lesson, the videocamera.

Looking again out the window, Sherrie saw her reflection floating in front of the backdrop of brilliant whiteness. What have I been missing in my life? she mused. Romance? Yes. Sex? Yes. Romance AND sex, all with the same man? Yes.

Miss Victoria had instantly sensed Sherrie's shyness and sexual inexperience during her first visit. The woman's comments about Sherrie's inherent attractiveness, her ability to cultivate men's attentions if she only took more initiative to do so, to dress in more figure-flattering styles, to highlight her pretty facial features with make-up—they were nice to hear, nice to think about as maybe even being true.

Studying her reflection, Sherrie allowed herself the freedom of a thought that had been so foreign to her before Miss Victoria's suggestion: Well, maybe I do have a pretty face . . .

"Appropriately" shy (Sherrie thought) in a discipline where research involved fieldwork that meant it was often months between bouts in front of a mirror with mascara in hand, Sherrie realized now that she had retreated into her career, at least where matters of the heart were concerned.

Had she chosen anthropology precisely because it meant she would never have to unearth her self-doubts about her ability to attract a man, a lover, a husband?

She saw the wry smile form on her lips in the plane window's reflection. How ironic. Her career meant she worked inexhaustibly, pushing past all impediments, specifically to unearth details about other cultures' beliefs.

Now she realized that perhaps her choice of career had been predicated, at least in part, on the fact that anthropology allowed her to keep buried her own beliefs about herself.

Working in places where she probably wouldn't meet many eligible men meant she didn't have to confront her own self-doubts.

Her smile broadened when the next thought struck:

Was it just desserts that her career had led her to the activity of the last two weeks? Activity that had be undertaken in order to succeed in her research despite the fact that it meant she had to do what before she would not have even allowed herself to think about?

She had played with three handsome and naked men, toyed with their asses, cocks, balls, and done the most mind-blowing things to their proffered and willing assholes. She had completely abandoned herself to sexual pleasure and savored the orgasms that fucking these men created for her.

And in the process she had discovered that all three had lusted for what she had done, had squirmed in pleasure and arousal, crazy for her to continue doing it.

What SHE had done to THEM. She was pleasing them sexually. Intensely. They loved how she was making them feel.

But just as important was how much it had turned her on. 

Sherrie knew before the first tutoring session that her bizarre solution to a vexing academic research problem was going to create the most intense sexual experience she had ever participated in (not difficult given her admittedly limited number of naked-flesh-on-naked-flesh couplings with men; still, the physical AND psychological aspects of what she was going to do were so powerfully erotic that even had she been with dozens of men before that first night of tutoring, the effect would have been the same). The first time she had witnessed the tribe's women screwing their naked men in the ass had caused her pussy to flood with juices, so arousing was the act. It was a given that actually doing such a thing herself was going to blow her mind.

Maybe I should trust my subconscious more often, Sherrie thought. It seems to be putting me in situations that demand I interact more with men when I and they are naked.

Turning her head from the window, Sherrie closed her eyes, reclined the seat, and allowed herself to relive the second encounter Miss Victoria had arranged for her to practice strapon man-fucking before she returned to the tribe to participate in the ceremony.

Yes, she had been better at man-fucking the second time. But was "better" good enough to gain the tribal women's trust to the degree that they would share the traditions and beliefs of their religion? Would she be a good enough man-fucker that the women would explain how the reverent yet exuberant ceremony in which they fucked their men in the ass to the point of climax for both participants had evolved in their culture's history?

***

"I will bring Trent around at 8 PM tonight," Miss Victoria had said on the phone four days after the first of the three encounters Sherrie had asked the woman to arrange as practice sessions so that Sherrie would be able to prove her mettle to the tribe's women as a practiced man-fucker. "Things will be as before: he has confirmed his sexual and physical health for me by providing the documents I require before any interactions with any of the men who engage my services, he will be blindfolded, and he will have no idea where he is or who is taking his truly adorable man-butt into her hands, spreading him open, and toying with every inch of him, including his very attractive and inviting asshole."

Miss Victoria was always blunt, but somehow classy in her presentations. Maybe it was her impeccable enunciation, her vocabulary. Whatever it was, the woman's phone conversations never failed to leave Sherrie in a state of arousal simply due to the topics that Miss Victoria broached with such practiced ease and comfort.

"You have spent some time examining the videos I suggested?" Miss Victoria asked.

"Yes," Sherrie answered. "They were certainly excellent tutorials."

Miss Victoria chuckled. "Good. I told you on my first visit that I took on my current—and temporary—profession only after losing a lover who adored opening himself to me. Our interactions were most similar to the clips I suggested. They were easy to find?"

"Just as you said. Those amateur strapon clips were easy to google."

"Good. We've already had the conversation about the dearth of good strapon man-fucking videos and how it seems so much of what exists is about domination and humiliation. Not my cup of tea, so I truly adore those particular amateur clips because they show a couple that is obviously practiced in the act, because both partners enjoy it immensely, and because the woman is very good at fucking her man in the ass. Did you take note of the way she moved when she fucked him? It should have been quite instructive to see the various positions in which he took her dildo inside his asshole?"

Sherrie moistened at even the mention of those video clips.

"Yes. I agree. Those clips show quite nicely how a woman can move to get the most pleasure for herself as she's giving her man pleasure at the same time. Both of them were clearly hot for what she was doing to him and how she was doing it."

"Excellent."

Sherrie could hear the smile of satisfaction in Miss Victoria's tone.

"Those undulating movements—those are the key," Miss Victoria said. "Inexperienced women keep their backs straight, moving their entire bodies back and forth to get the in-and-out movements when they stroke their dildos into the men's assholes. That is a dead giveaway that the woman has not fucked many men in the ass. In this regard, before I found the few good videos of women fucking men with strapons, the best role models in my own development of technique was watching my former lover when he so passionately screwed me in the ass as we videotaped our love-making."

Sherrie's breath caught in her throat when Miss Victoria shared that intimacy. The woman not only knew of the act as giver. She was also a practiced receiver.

How hot! How incredibly hot! What it must be like to be in that kind of relationship—a loving, trusting relationship in which gentleness mixed with pure eroticism would crescendo into mind-numbing climaxes for both parties, each of them knowing what it was like to stroke into the other's lubricated anus as a means to orgasm as well as opening to their partner's penetrations as a way of achieving climax.

"And practice. You've practiced as I've suggested?"

The dildo, harness, and lube Miss Victoria had brought the first night for the activities with Andrew were quickly joined by the device she recommended to Sherrie when she called later the evening of the first tutoring session. (Sherrie supposed Miss Victoria had thanked Andrew for being a good demonstration subject, collected her payment, and sent him on his way . . . Damn! What a way to make money!)

"Yes, I have. And I must thank you for the suggestion. As you advised, I located the male masturbator sleeve easily for sale on the internet, ordered it and paid for the overnight shipping, and then practiced with it as demonstrated by the young lady on that site which supposedly is about women in strapons showing men how to masturbate."

"Good, very good," Miss Victoria intoned. "Though the site is ostensibly set up for a different reason, the delightful young woman who positions the masturbation sleeve between the mattress and the box springs and then shows the viewer how to fuck that fake vagina by demonstrating the act with her strapon is actually quite good with her motions."

Sherrie had been fascinated by the short segment in which in the topless and attractive young woman, probably college-aged by the looks of her, had demonstrated for the camera how a man could stroke his stiff cock into a woman's wet vagina. However, she did so with those sexy undulations that Miss Victoria said identified a practiced strapon man-fucker.

It took no effort at all on Sherrie's part to imagine a naked male on all fours in front of the young woman, her hands grasping his hips as she slid her strapon cock into—not the masturbator wedged into the bed, but rather—the nude man's upturned, sexy ass.

The young lady's smile, her comments to the camera, the motions of her hips, the sway of her young breasts, the way she enjoyed herself in the process and had no reservations at all about sharing all this with the camera—all of it melted together to produce an enjoyable learning experience.

But a further surprise awaited Sherrie when she had navigated to the site where the masturbator was sold. Also offered for sale was a "two-play wedge," a mount for the creatively designed masturbator (the site prominently advertised the inventive means allowing a man to re-create as closely as possible the feeling of sinking his hard cock into a woman's pussy as the number one selling male sextoy in the world). There was a picture on the site of a man behind the wedge, his erect cock sinking into the masturbator positioned in just the right way in the mount, and the visual instantly convinced Sherrie that the price for both the masturbator and the mount was worth it.

But her tutor had not said anything about the mount.

Well, Miss Victoria's masturbator was at least over two years old if she had used it with the lover who had left her. Maybe the company hadn't offered the mount when Miss Victoria bought the toy, and having one already in her possession, maybe she hadn't visited the vendor's site in quite a while.

Maybe Sherrie would have the pleasure of showing Miss Victoria something! The tutee becomes the tutor—that would be nice, Sherrie thought.

Then came the sexyfun task of ordering the masturbator. It was a no-brainer to select the sleeve whose end simulated an anus, not the sleeves of a fake vagina or what was supposed to represent a woman's mouth.

More fun awaited her on the site as Sherrie scrolled through some videos showing the masturbator in use. She was quickly convinced that the toy and the wedge would be perfect as a means of practicing man-fucking when she viewed one of the videos showing a handsome couple demonstrating the toy, the woman holding it between her naked thighs as the man pounded his cock into it, then withdrew to slide inside the woman's vagina. Though the use of the toy was obviously contrived for the purpose of showing the vendor's product (Sherrie would not want him pulling his hard cock out of her pussy in order to stroke into a masturbator in the middle of a hot sexual coupling), when the short video got to the spot where the woman was on her hands and knees, holding the toy between her legs and pressed up against her crotch as the guy pumped into it, Sherrie could tell easily that it would, indeed, be a good way to learn how to use the dildo strapped to her crotch to fuck a man's ass—the guy in the video was stroking into the toy exactly as he would be fucking the woman in the ass if the purpose of the brief film had been to demonstrate butt-fucking instead of pumping into a fake pussy.

When her purchases arrived, it was not long before Sherrie was fucking the inventive masturbator in the same way she had fucked Andrew's asshole, only—she hoped—a bit more elegantly, more naturally, more fluidly with her motions as a result of viewing the video clips Miss Victoria had directed her to. It was very, very easy to abandon herself to the memory of Andrew's muscled, nude flanks in front of her as he bent over the arm of her sofa, ass upthrust and offered for her pleasure, his stiff cock hanging between his spread legs and bobbing in front of his balls as they swayed with his motions in preparation for the screwing she was going to give him. Sherrie had multiple orgasms practicing the motions of stroking the shaft of her dildo into the Fleshlight anchored into the wedge as it sat on her coffee table. (She quickly realized that the height of that arrangement was perfect.)

It HAD been good practice, Sherrie thought.

That's why she had done it several times.

Well, that and the orgasms that these practice sessions inevitably produced.

"I hope I'm earning my pay, Dr. Mathison, as a tutor to help you in your very important academic research. The videos and the male masturbation toy should provide ample opportunity for practice until you have a real man to play with."


A College Professor's Discovery Ch. 02



Oh, my god! thought Sherrie. What an incredible idea—my own man, a lover, a guy I want to be with and who wants to be with me, the two of us naked and playing together, him moaning sexily as I fuck him in his tight little asshole!

"But practice by itself isn't all that's needed, Dr. Mathison. Have you ever heard the saying, 'Practice makes perfect'?"

"Well, sure," answered Sherrie. "Hasn't everyone?"

"I suppose that's true," Miss Victoria said, "but it's not accurate. Practicing anything by simply doing the same thing over and over is a waste of time. One wants to improve during each practice session. Does that make sense?"

"Absolutely."

"So the saying, to be accurate, should really be, 'Perfect practice makes perfect.' You practice, learn how to do things a little better in each session, and you advance to becoming an expert."

Sherrie wasn't sure where all this was headed.

"So that is why I've determined that tonight's activities will be videotaped."

Sherrie was dumbstruck. Seconds ticked by as she tried to process Miss Victoria's statement.

"Please don't be shocked," the woman said gently. "You need feedback to practice perfectly. You won't be able to see yourself tonight, to see the motions of your hips, when you're screwing Trent in his beautiful, firm bottom. But you WILL be able to watch yourself doing it on the video that will capture forever your second man-fucking training session."

The thought was scandalizing but so incredibly erotic that Sherrie was instantly shackled to the mix of emotions playing through her mind and body: watching myself do this to a man, remembering how it felt when I see my fake cock thrusting into his asshole as I screw him.

And hearing his moans! Seeing him squirm, anxiously backing onto the shaft of my dildo in order to get all the pleasure I can give to him!

Oh, god! This would be fantastic!

"Remembering my own introduction to the act," Miss Victoria said, interrupting Sherrie's excited visions and thoughts, "and how I learned far more quickly to be good at man-fucking as a result of seeing masterful performances, made me realize we would be far more certain of ensuring your successful acquisition of the skills you must have for your research if we had an artifact of your performance to critique."

Sherrie was still a bit unnerved by the pronouncement that she would be filmed tonight as she fucked a man in the ass.

But she was so aroused by the thought that nothing would prevent her from having her tutor catch everything with a videocamera.

Miss Victoria continued. "While you certainly were getting the hang of things with Andrew—and, oh, by the way, did I tell you how much he enjoyed the way you fucked him? He positively raved about the entire evening, but he said that you drove him crazy when you squirmed against him with the shaft of your dildo driven completely inside his asshole. Well, even given the good screwing you gave him, a practiced eye would have picked up on a thing or two that might give you away as relatively inexperienced in taking a man's ass."

Sherrie pressed her thighs together, barely able to keep from dropping the phone when Miss Victoria told her of Andrew's reactions and comments. That gorgeous man liked—loved!—the way I fucked him in the ass!

Now Sherrie was even more curious about what Andrew's face looked like. The blindfold hid so much. Even though she was relieved that it had been in place (and it absolutely HAD to be in place to protect her identity), now, hearing from Miss Victoria how much Andrew liked what she did to him, she truly wanted to know what he looked like.

Well, what his face looked like.

She had seen every last inch of him otherwise.

Oh, that fantastic butt! His cute little asshole! His wonderful cock and shaven balls . . .

"So it quickly became obvious to me that 'game film,' if you will, is a good idea" continued Miss Victoria. "Good coaches critique their players' performances, and the players themselves use the films to learn what they did right and where they need to improve. You're paying me, Dr. Mathison, to help you succeed with your anthropological research, and I have taken the assignment seriously." Miss Victoria paused a moment before continuing: "I admit to enjoying this engagement of my services a great deal," she said. "I suppose I have developed a vested interest in your success when you perform for the women of that tribe."

Sherrie's throat had gone dry in anticipation of watching herself fuck a naked man in the ass. "I appreciate that," she managed.

"And be aware that I am a good videographer. My former lover and I became quite proficient in knowing where to set tripods, what settings are best to capture the action in the lighting of a bedroom or living room, and . . ." the woman paused before continuing with a conspiratorial twinge in the conclusion of her comment, "in enjoying the replay on our large screen television as we played with each other, commenting about what we were seeing on the screen."

Will this woman PLEASE stop talking like this?! Sherrie thought, a mini-orgasm causing her pussy to spasm. The mere mention of such things, knowing that the images which would be on the screen while two lovers watched themselves would be of the man on all fours, taking the woman's strapon into his upturned ass, made Sherrie so hot that she was glad she was not in front of Miss Victoria listening to all this. The distance that the phone call put between them meant that she wouldn't have to deal with the embarrassment of stroking her clit in front of the woman.

And Sherrie was definitely pressing a finger between her thighs at the moment, finding just the right pressure point to bestow some desperately needed stimulation to her throbbing clit.

"But our filming tonight will require that you put away any pictures of yourself and friends that might be out in your living room," Miss Victoria said.

"But surely no one but me will ever see the video!" Sherrie exclaimed.

"Of course not," Miss Victoria reassured. "I will give you the data card from the camera at the end of the night, and you can verify for yourself that no data were captured on any resident memory in the camcorder. Only you will possess the single copy of the night's activities in video format."

"Then why should it be necessary to-"

"I don't want to spoil the surprise, Dr. Mathison," Miss Victoria interrupted, "but you will understand, and be quite delighted, I assure you, with the reason for my request."

Sherrie was intrigued by this turn of events. Her first encounter with Miss Victoria, and with the "toy" she had brought 'round for Sherrie to practice on during her initial lesson, was everything she hoped for, and more, not only because of the fantastic man she had screwed in the ass until she had reached the most intense orgasm of her life, but also because Miss Victoria was a sophisticated woman, clearly educated and able to talk intelligently about anthropology, academic research, and the rigors of knowledge-seeking. Indeed, the woman had just said, "data were" and not, "data was"—a sure sign of some kind of academic training. But Miss Victoria had also been forthcoming that first night, putting Sherrie at ease with revelations about her own relationship with a special man who had taken her strapon as one of the acts of love the two of them had shared.

Thinking that the "sensuous domme" she had employed as a tutor surely didn't share these kinds of things with others, the fact that the woman on the phone was taking Sherrie into her confidence about the way she had played with a lover meant a lot. (Though other women had hired Miss Victoria to teach them how to fuck men in the ass—the woman said so during Sherrie's first tutoring session—Sherrie sensed that Miss Victoria had truly taken a special interest in her situation.)

"So I will see you tonight at the appointed hour, Dr. Mathison," Miss Victoria said. "I look forward to our continued collaboration."

The woman let the implication drift for a second before concluding with, "I should let you know, too, that Trent is extremely eager for you to fuck him tonight."

And she hung up.

That did it. Sherrie wiggled down her jeans, tugged down her panties, and found her pussy wet and slippery, which was just what she needed in order to roll her engorged clit underneath her fingertips as the first step on the way to an orgasm that would take only seconds to achieve in the aftermath of the phone call just concluded.

What does Trent look like? What will his naked ass feel like under my hands? What will his asshole look like when I slide my finger in, my strapon in? Will he moan like Andrew did? The bulb of my dildo inside my pussy—will it nudge up against my G-spot the same way it did when I fucked Andrew?

When I drape myself over his back, grab his shoulders to hang on tight and start squirming against him while the shaft of my dildo is buried completely inside his-

Sherrie's orgasm hit her with that thought.

Eight PM could not come soon enough.

***

Punctual and professional, Miss Victoria was on the doorstep of her townhome precisely at 8 PM, pushing the doorbell but a single time. Standing next to her, blindfolded, was "Trent."

(Again, Sherrie was thankful that the timing of her tutoring sessions put them deep enough into the year that it was well past nightfall when Miss Victoria ushered the men from her car to the little landing in front of her door.)

Opening the door, Sherrie saw that Trent was, as had been Andrew, holding a duffel bag, and he was similarly attired to what Andrew had worn: khakis, a button-down shirt, and loafers.

Sherrie assumed that he, like Andrew, was wearing no underwear.

A delicious thought, especially given Trent's attractiveness, even wearing a blindfold. Sandy blonde hair, a nice build as one judges such things when the man is still clothed, a strong jaw.

Different this time was that Miss Victoria herself was carrying a small bag. In all other respects, however, this second tutoring session was beginning exactly as had Sherrie's initial experience with grasping a man's naked asscheeks, spreading him open to her view, and screwing him with her strapon dildo.

"Thank you," Miss Victoria said, ushering Trent inside, careful to guide him over the threshold given his inability to see. The woman was again wearing the long coat she had worn when bringing Andrew for Sherrie's first lesson. Handing her the small bag, Miss Victoria's fluid shrug of her shoulders caused the coat to fall down her arms and into her grasp as she whisked it off behind her. It was quickly evident that again the evening's tutor was dressed in her "working attire"—corset with a built-in underwire bra, black jeans that hugged her hips fetchingly, and shoes that were, well, quite clearly not meant for a hike in the mountains.

Tonight, though, the corset was a kind of silver-gray color that acted as the perfect complement to Miss Victoria's raven-black hair. (Again, Sherrie wondered if it were a wig.)

"I'm pleased to introduce you to Trent," she said to Sherrie, turning toward the man who was now standing inside Sherrie's townhome. "He was a competitive swimmer in his college years, and as you'll soon see, he has kept the toned body of a swimmer."

Then, as Miss Victoria had often done with Andrew, she made a comment that Sherrie knew was meant to amp up the sexually charged atmosphere, teasing the man who would soon be naked in front of them.

"I think you'll particularly enjoy seeing his nice butt and his naked cock. Swimming does good things for a man's butt, and Trent's ass is wonderful to play with. His cock, too, is quite a nice toy. We shall use his lovely, naked, erect penis in many delightful ways along with screwing him in the ass tonight."

Sherrie could only imagine . . .

Miss Victoria immediately jumped right into her "sensuous domme" performance in Sherrie's living room. "Why don't you move over here," she said to Trent as she led him, duffel bag still in his hand, to a comfortable chair set across from the sofa in accommodation to a gathering's conversational needs to see each other as they sat around the small coffee table in the living room. She had Trent set down the bag next to the chair and sit, then turned to Sherrie.

"May I lay my coat here?" she asked, indicating a straight-backed chair next to the door. "And why don't you put that bag on your counter in the kitchen. We will enjoy the contents soon enough."

Puzzling over the comment, Sherrie walked quickly, nervously, to her kitchen to do as Miss Victoria suggested. What was going on? Was something else going to be different tonight other than the video recording which was such an exciting thought?

Returning to the living room, Sherrie saw that Miss Victoria had seated herself comfortably on the sofa. "Come, sit," she said. "We will have a nice view relaxing here as we watch Trent disrobe for us."

Sherrie's stomach fluttered.

It was beginning.

Easing herself onto the sofa a few inches away from Miss Victoria, Sherrie saw Trent rise, as if on cue, and begin to unbutton his shirt. When the first few buttons were undone, the glimpse of his chest—smooth and hairless—made Sherrie wonder if swimming competitively might have caused Trent to fall into the habit of shaving all over.

Another delicious thought!

Dropping the shirt to the floor after reaching around behind him to feel for a place to put it (and receiving no comment of assistance from Miss Victoria), Trent toed off his shoes and pushed them to the side. He unhooked his slacks and pulled down the zipper.

Sherrie's conjecture earlier about no underwear was accurate. As Trent dropped the pants into a pile at his ankles, his naked cock and balls were on display.

Miss Victoria smiled, her gaze roaming up and down the nude male's body.

Sherrie's instant visual examination corroborated her suspicion about the state of his entire body: hairless, even to the extent that no pubic hair was evident anywhere.

Miss Victoria shifted a bit, crossing her legs and settling against the arm of the sofa. Trent stepped out of his trousers and bent down to pick them up. "One of the benefits of my line of work is that I enjoy myself with a variety of men, each a delight in his own way. Trent, as you can see, has maintained his practice of shaving to eliminate drag in the water. Though he no longer swims competitively, the half-hour routine of removing his body hair is a fine investment of time, don't you think?"

Her gaze locked on the naked male who was now clumsily folding his pants as best he could while blindfolded, Sherrie only nodded, knowing that she would not answer any of Miss Victoria's questions in the presence of the men who her tutor was bringing for Sherrie's strapon practice. All the safeguards to protect her identity were in place with Trent as they had been with Andrew.

"His lithe, muscled body presents a quite clear communication of masculinity, and I enjoy the novelty of caressing the skin anywhere on his body and feeling only smooth, entirely naked flesh underneath my hands," Miss Victoria said.

Sherrie marveled at the woman's practiced ease with teasing comments. Trent must certainly be aroused to hear that the sensuous domme enjoyed caressing him everywhere, and Sherrie certainly was turned on by the thought, as voiced by Miss Victoria, of running her hands over Trent's nude body.

The blindfolded man had struggled through his awkward strip for them, having placed the pants where he thought they might be close to his shirt, and was now standing completely nude, hands at his sides, in Sherrie's living room.

Continuing her commentary, Miss Victoria said, "One nice feature about his delightfully exposed condition is that shaving makes it possible to see all his rippling muscles. Did you know that bodybuilders shave for precisely this purpose?" she asked, turning to Sherrie.

Too entranced with the sight before her to send Miss Victoria a questioning look, Sherrie only shook her head slowly.

Looking at the naked man a few feet in front of her commanded her attention so powerfully that it was, literally, impossible for Sherrie to look away.

Trent was tall, probably something over six feet, and while his rippling abs spoke testimony to Miss Victoria's comment about a masculine impression communicated in spite of the absence of any hair on his body, the man was not overly muscled. He was lean but by no means skinny, and he had broad shoulders. His torso tapered to a trim waist, and as Sherrie's gaze took all this in, she purposefully forced herself to glance quickly away from his cock and balls in order to visually drink in a complete sweep from head to toe, noting his strong thighs as she completed her initial inspection of the silhouette of his body. 

Leaning slightly toward Sherrie, Miss Victoria spoke a little more softly, but still loudly enough for Trent to hear (part of the continuing tease, no doubt), and said, "Do you like him? Do you like the fact that he's naked for us, that we can see every inch of him?"

Sherrie now fastened her gaze on Trent's lovely cock, which was hanging heavy down in front of him, no trace of erection yet, but certainly not entirely flaccid.

It was a pretty cock, pink and begging for attention. Exposed for them.

Sherrie's mouth actually watered in spite of her extremely limited experience in ministering orally to a man.

Trent looked delicious!

"Ah, but I've misspoken. We haven't yet seen all of him, have we?" Miss Victoria teased. Speaking to Trent, she said, "Turn around, Trent, so we can see that nice, firm bottom of yours."

Was that a small grin that he was trying to keep away from beneath the blindfold?

Trent turned, presenting his naked backside for their inspection.

"This is such a nice view," Miss Victoria said, reaching a hand to the side of her head and twirling a lock of her dark hair around one finger. "Don't you like seeing a man like this? I have to believe that all women like seeing men's butts because the sight triggers such naughty thoughts of what it might be like to grip those buttcheeks while pulling the man's hard cock deeper into our pussies," she mused. "But whatever the reason, let's just have him stand like that for a moment. I want to linger on this pretty sight while I fantasize about what I'm going to do to that gorgeous butt. Seeing it in front of me like this is a nice prompt."

How this woman could tease! Sherrie glanced away from Trent's nude form to see a faraway gaze on Miss Victoria's face. Her tutor was, it seemed, truly engrossed in a mental engagement with Trent's taut glutes.

Taking the cue, Sherrie leaned back a bit into the cushion of the sofa, and relaxed, enjoying the view.

Marveling at the recent turn of events in her life—the desperate and previously unthinkable solution she had concocted to solve the problem of being deemed worthy in the art of fucking a naked man in the ass with a strapon (itself an unbelievable thought until Sherrie had witnessed it for the first time in New Zealand) as well as the mind-blowing fact that just a few days earlier she had actually DONE it . . . actually donned a strapon dildo and buried the shaft into a handsome nude male's upturned butt—Sherrie looked at Trent's backside and shook her head in wonder.

No, she most assuredly had not envisioned this as part of her academic research and her career as a university professor and anthropologist.

Yes, this was still so unnerving for her—I'm just not a woman with a lot of sexual experience, she admitted to herself—but she was liking it a lot. Even after the first tutoring session with Miss Victoria and the fantastic, incredible eroticism of what she had done to Andrew (oh! and Miss Victoria said he'd loved what she did!), it was still the necessity of finishing her book and that chapter about the tribe's religion that was pushing her forward with this second engagement with another handsome, naked, blindfolded man.




A College Professor's Discovery Ch. 02



Her subconscious still needed permission to allow Sherrie to let go and enjoy herself sexually, but Sherrie knew that she was making progress toward being much more comfortable with savoring sexual encounters purely for their own rewards.

She glanced over at Miss Victoria, who still had that faraway look in her eyes, obviously mentally enjoying Trent's succulent ass.

How in god's name did this woman get into this line of work? How does she have these gorgeous guys come to her, PAY her, to have her screw them in the ass for her sexual satisfaction? Do they all get off on it as much as Andrew did?

And . . . Am I spoiling myself with this training to succeed with the tribe? God! I LOVED doing it to Andrew, and I KNOW I'm going to love doing it to Trent. How can I have a love life with a man in the future that doesn't include this? How would I even ask a guy whether he might enjoy it if I strapped into that delightful double-ended dildo and used it to fuck him in the ass?

But how can I NOT ask a guy I'm being intimate with to do it now that I've experienced it?

Trent's ass twitched fetchingly at that moment, and Sherrie abandoned her train of thought to attend to the sexy hot sight in front of her. She would soon put her hands on that ass, knead and massage it, spread it open to see his puckered entrance, slide a lubed-up finger inside him, push the shaft of her dildo deep inside him-

"Join me in the kitchen, please," Miss Victoria said, interrupting Sherrie's fantasy. "I think it's time for us to open the wine I brought."

They rose from the sofa, Sherrie's earlier surprise at noticing the wine bottle in the bag Miss Victoria had asked her to take to the kitchen brought back to her memory: wine wasn't part of a tutoring session, was it?

Miss Victoria detoured from the direct route to the kitchen in order to step next to Trent and drop a hand to his nude butt. Placing it there to caress and fondle his smooth, firm bottom, she leaned close to him and said, "Thank you for being such a sexy sight for us to look at, Trent. You look so good naked for us." She squeezed one cheek and reached a hand around front to cup his balls. "Yum."

Witnessing the interchange, Sherrie eagerly anticipated her first contact with Trent's handsome naked body.

When they were in the kitchen and far enough away from Trent to converse softly without fear that he would hear Sherrie's voice, Miss Victoria paused before speaking. Her gaze roamed over the naked male, who remained standing in place, now in a line of sight across from them so that he was in profile, the curve of his buttocks so very sexy from a side view. "I like playing with him, Dr. Mathison. He has been quite forthcoming about why he so enjoys taking my strapon, and his explanations and descriptions never fail to arouse me."

Very much enjoying the view herself, Sherrie said, "I never even thought about such a thing until I saw the tribe's women doing it, so any curiosity about a guy's reasons for liking it just didn't exist for me until the first time I saw the ceremony. But there was no doubt that the men of the tribe received as much sexual pleasure from the act as the women." She glanced away from Trent to look at Miss Victoria. "The men moaned and squirmed and ultimately came with as much pleasure as the women experienced with their own orgasms."

"Well," said Miss Victoria, pulling the wine bottle from the bag on the counter, "there is no doubt men enjoy it. If you had any doubts or worries, screwing Andrew's delectable ass should have put them to rest." She placed the bottle next to the bag. "You have a wine opener?"

Retrieving the corkscrew, then stepping to a cabinet to pull out two wine glasses, Sherrie said, "But not all men do this. I mean, it can't be all that common, right?"

Miss Victoria smiled. "I hope I didn't overstep at our last session when I commented that you seemed somewhat, um, inexperienced with men, Dr. Mathison. I meant no disrespect." She looked inquiringly at Sherrie.

"No. No—I didn't take offense. I guess I broadcast that lack of experience."

Smiling, Miss Victoria answered. "It's not difficult to pick up on." Pouring the wine, she continued. "The reason I mention this is that an inexperienced woman is unlikely to think about such things, much less ask a man about whether he's ever taken a strapon or a butt plug up his ass and, if so, why he likes it." She filled Sherrie's glass. "IF he likes it, that is, and I can assure you that any man who has experienced it at the hands of a woman who introduces it to him gently and lovingly quickly comes to adore the act."

Miss Victoria leaned against the counter, her arms crossed with her wine glass in one hand, and looked at Trent. She continued. "So I'm not surprised that you were shocked the first time you saw what the tribal women were doing to their men in that ceremony. But, as you have no doubt deduced from the way Andrew reacted to your thrusts, some men—the lucky ones—are introduced to the idea somewhere, decide to try it, and from then on add it to their repertoire of sexual acts that bring them pleasure. They then are doubly lucky to find women who allow themselves to try it, discovering how much pleasure the act produces for them."

Sherrie was a rapt pupil at this point, drinking in not only a swallow of wine but also the words of experience from Miss Victoria.

"Men like Andrew and Trent," Miss Victoria said, nodding toward the naked male a few feet away, "search for service providers like me," and she smiled sadly, "because they are not in relationships with lovers who will fuck them in the ass on occasion as a means of pleasurable sex play. I always remember that I am but a surrogate for them until they find a lady who will do what I do but who will also be their lovers, their girlfriends, and if they are lucky, their wives."

Miss Victoria had just given voice to what Sherrie had wondered about, had even dreamed about in the few nights since her first tutoring session: finding a man who would love her, treasure her, be her mate, and who would want to have her fuck him in the ass with her strapon every now and then in addition to enjoying and craving frequent sex in which Sherrie surrendered to the penetrations of his own sturdy shaft.

"So how does a woman find a guy like that?" she asked.

Miss Victoria looked at her, answering with an earnest yet sisterly tone. "You've probably noticed that I've taken a special interest in your situation, Dr. Mathison. I've communicated that in words once or twice, and you quite correctly assume, I'm sure, that the sessions in which I introduce a lady to the act of taking a man with a strapon don't generally include my bringing wine." Pushing herself forward from the edge of the counter, she continued, setting her glass down in the process. "But I want to help in ways other than just teaching you how to perform the physical act in a manner that will let you succeed with your research and with completing your book. I believe I can help you succeed with men in general."

The comment came out of nowhere and surprised Sherrie. Her expression broadcast her reaction.

"I know. It sounds conceited," Miss Victoria said softly. "But this temporary job of mine," and she glanced toward Trent, "has taught me a great deal about men."

Sherrie had no doubt about that.

"And the first thing I'd like you to take to heart in this matter is that the biggest part of a woman's sexual attraction for a man is that she enjoys sex, wants it, likes doing it with him." Miss Victoria leaned toward Sherrie for emphasis. "Being shy, being hesitant, being worried about whether a man will like the fact that YOU like having sex . . . well, that's a sure route to a continued lack of sexual pleasure, both because you're not going to get much sex, and because the sex you do get is going to be far less satisfying than it could be."

Glancing down nervously before responding, Sherrie let out a breath, shrugged her shoulders, and said, "That's me, Miss Victoria. That's the way I've been."

Admitting it was no fun, and it was embarrassing.

A sincere smile brightened Miss Victoria's face, and the woman who had just provided information that Sherrie somehow knew was going to make a difference in her life looked at Trent, her gaze lingering on his nude body, and said, "You have a digital camera, yes?"

Sherrie's puzzled expression stood in for any kind of spoken response.

"A woman enjoying herself sexually, Dr. Mathison. That's one of the things you realize you need to become a bit more practiced at, a bit more successful in doing. I have some ideas about ways to do that, and one of them is to become comfortable appreciating the male body without any embarrassment or guilt."

A smile began to creep across Sherrie's face.

"Trent's body will provide that opportunity, and you might want to practice some 'art appreciation' after he's gone, don't you think?"

Sherrie grinned broadly.

"The camcorder I brought has a still setting which takes good pictures, but there will be something quite liberating for you if you are the photographer, Dr. Mathison, capturing Trent's nakedness with your own camera, looking at the digital display after each click and knowing that not only is he here right now, naked for your pleasure, but that he will be naked for you to enjoy even after he leaves."

Instantly turned on by the idea of having not only the video that Miss Victoria would shoot of her plunging her strapon into Trent's upturned butt but also pictures of his sexy, naked body to look at as she masturbated to the memories of this evening (and she knew she would!), Sherrie appreciated even more the special interest Miss Victoria was taking in her strapon man-fucking educational curriculum.

"And his lovely erection," Miss Victoria said with a smile, "is definitely something you will be glad you have captured in a photographic memento. His erect cock is so inviting." She motioned toward Trent standing naked in Sherrie's living room. "His butt, too, will be captured by your camera. I have some quite revealing poses that I particularly like a naked man to assume when I'm taking pictures because I know the pictures will turn me on so much later, showing off his backside in such inventive ways."

Yes, Miss Victoria was truly helping Sherrie learn how to become more successful attracting men as well as learning how to enjoy herself sexually. Seeing Trent naked, in person and in the pictures she would take, would be pleasurable and sexually arousing—enjoyment she felt she would now be able to do indulge in without worrying whether it was giving into some base instinct that she should, as a woman, be above.

Sherrie liked this newfound feeling of freedom to enjoy looking at naked men. It reminded her that she might have an additional way to pay Miss Victoria for her tutelage: sharing her discovery about the wedge she'd purchased and which had worked so very nicely for her strapon fucking practice.

"You've been so good to think of ways to help me, Miss Victoria," she said. "I know that the fee for three sessions covers the instruction from you I desperately need, but I also know that the advice you're giving me, the added bonus of video and pictures . . . well, I understand those things are certainly above and beyond what you must do when other women have hired you to learn the fine art of taking a man's ass."

Miss Victoria smiled.

"But maybe I have a little information of my own to share with you as at least some kind of payback for the additional instruction you've provided."

Miss Victoria's eyebrows raised as she tilted her head toward Sherrie.

"Do you know of the wedge that the vendor for the male masturbator sells?"

"Wedge?"

"Yes," answered Sherrie, happy that she was able to provide her tutor some new information, "it's built to position the masturbator at the perfect angle for practice."

"That sounds very interesting," Miss Victoria said, intrigued.

Sherrie went to the small coat closet near her front door and retrieved the wedge. Walking back to the kitchen (and brazenly repeating Miss Victoria's detour to fondle Trent), she put the toy on her kitchen table.

Instantly understanding its use and positioning, Miss Victoria said, "Yes, I can see that this would be excellent for holding the masturbator in place for some enthusiastic practice."

Giggling, then remembering to continue keeping her voice down so Trent wouldn't hear, Sherrie said, "When I put it on the coffee table, it's at a pretty good height, maybe a little low, but that's okay. I got in a lot of practice time."

Miss Victoria nodded in understanding, briefly examining the wedge as it sat on Sherrie's table. Then she walked out of the kitchen, striding deliberately toward Trent. She pressed herself tightly against the side of his body, reaching forward to wrap her fingers around his cock in the process, and said, "The lady wants to see you with an erection, Trent. Why don't you masturbate for us?"

Sherrie had stepped from the kitchen back into the living room, but Miss Victoria's directive to Trent stopped her in her tracks.

"I love watching you stroke your lovely penis into a throbbing erection, and I'm sure it will be just as enjoyable for the woman who will soon be toying with every inch of you for her sexual pleasure."

Knowing that what Miss Victoria had just said to Trent was purposefully delivered as a follow-up to their conversation about becoming more sexually confident, more able to engage in unbridled sexplay for the pure enjoyment of the act, what the woman had just said—and with a naked male eager for Sherrie to play with him standing in her living room!—had a stunning effect. Sherrie's pussy instantly began to lubricate, and a flutter behind her bellybutton told her that she would quickly be at the mercy of the intense eroticism of this situation.

Yes, she would toy with every inch of Trent's naked body! Yes, it would be fun, exciting, sexy beyond her ability to do anything but strap into her purple toy and screw him in his ass until she experienced another blinding climax, just as had occurred while squirming her strapon deep into Andrew's ass.

This time, though, she would be better at fucking the man, better at moving behind him in ways that were naturally smooth and graceful yet which created such incredibly intense, shivering reactions in her belly, her pussy, on her clit, and against her G-spot.

The thought made her so hot to touch his naked flesh that Sherrie strode to stand behind Trent, planting both hands on the cheeks of his ass. She squeezed and gripped the firm mounds, pressing her fingers insistently and eagerly against his muscular glutes. She massaged and palpated, released her grip to pat and then playfully spank his naked butt, then returned her grip to fondle him some more.

It felt wonderful. It was a release of some sort, and Sherrie abandoned herself to playing with Trent's ass, enjoying how its texture and feel, turning herself on more and more with the sight of it, the control of it, and then—giving herself permission to accede to her lustful desire—she dropped to her knees behind him and sealed her lips against one cheek, to enjoy the taste of Trent's gorgeous bottom.

He moaned.

Running her tongue across his butt after breaking the seal of her lips against his skin, Sherrie playfully nipped at one spot, then kissed it sensuously to make up for the surprise liberty she had taken with his naked ass. She grabbed his hips for leverage and then, surprising even herself, Sherrie nuzzled her mouth between his cheeks and flicked her tongue out, briefly making contact with his asshole.

Trent groaned louder.

"Don't get hard yet, Trent," Miss Victoria warned. "We want to watch you masturbate to an erection for us."

Hearing Miss Victoria's words, Sherrie rose, grinning broadly, and walked to the end table where she kept her digital camera. She opened the drawer to retrieve it as Miss Victoria seated Trent in the padded chair he had been standing in front of for the past several minutes.

Positioning herself across from Trent in order to get a nice picture that would capture all of him in the picture, Sherrie noticed Miss Victoria walk back into the kitchen to retrieve their glasses of wine. Setting Sherrie's on the end table next to the sofa, she settled into the cushion, reached down to unbuckle the little straps on her sexy shoes then slip them off, and said, "The lady wants some pictures of you, Trent. How about a nice smile for the camera?"

Sherrie grinned and snapped the camera shutter when she saw Trent's smile widen underneath his blindfold.

How she wished she could see his face!

"What about a stretch with your hands behind your head—that always makes nice things happen to the way your arms and chest look," Miss Victoria said.

Has she posed him before? Sherrie wondered, snapping multiple pictures of her naked male model positioned in this manner, which did, indeed, create a very sexy effect, emphasizing his biceps and thrusting his strong chest forward. Then, remembering Miss Victoria's comment about having some favorite poses for naked males, she wondered if part of being a sensuous domme for the men who came to her included some kind of audition in front of her camera . . .

The thought surprised Sherrie. Am I starting to have a dirty mind? she wondered, aroused at the idea her subconscious had just presented: naked men, placed into poses specifically to expose what a woman wanted to see, compliant in their eagerness to please in order to be selected as the ones whose pretty boy-butts would be fondled, groped, kissed, and penetrated by the woman's strapon . . .

"Run your hands down your chest and drop one under your balls so you can lift them a bit—we'd like to see you present yourself to us."

Miss Victoria's words interrupted Sherrie's lascivious thoughts. 

Trent was excellent at taking directions as a nude model.

"Drape your legs over the arms of the chair," Miss Victoria directed. "Expose yourself completely for the lady's camera."

Sherrie's heart skipped a beat. The pose splayed Trent wide open to the unflinching eye of her camera.

Click.

His torso was so sexy, those ripples across his belly caused by the muscles in his abs . . .

Click.

His cock was definitely beginning to engorge. It lay up against his abdomen, his smooth, hairless ball sac hanging underneath, the twin orbs within gently outlined in their snug pouch . . .

Click.

His skin was so pretty, so inviting—smooth, a delightful mix of cream and pink in color—so delicious. Sherrie zoomed in to frame his crotch, catching in the picture the sight of his lovely cock and balls . . .

Click.

"Exposing himself to a lady who enjoys fucking him in the ass is a turn-on for Trent, as you can see," said Miss Victoria, obviously referring to the state of the naked male's cock. "Perhaps it's time for his masturbation show for us."

Sherrie's throat went dry. She had never seen a man do this.

Now it was going to happen in her living room.

"Do try to settle down a bit, love," Miss Victoria said to Trent, "while I set up the camcorder."

Shit! thought Sherrie, jerked to a reaction by Miss Victoria's words. 

The woman is going to record a video of this handsome, naked man masturbating to an erection, and she's going to give the video to me to watch whenever I want!

It took only a few minutes for Miss Victoria to unzip the duffel bag, extract the small camcorder and the tripod, and set everything up in a spot a slight bit away from where Sherrie was standing as the photographer catching in still pictures the poses into which the nude male had been directed. Pushing the button that turned the camcorder on, Miss Victoria opened the small, fold-out LCD screen, and satisfied herself that she was framing an area of the living room that was free of furniture—a spot in front of the small fireplace. Noticing the location, Sherrie's inquiring look indicated her puzzlement.




A College Professor's Discovery Ch. 02



Smiling conspiratorially at Sherrie, the woman stepped out from behind the tripod, walked to where Trent was seated, and pulled him up from his position by taking his hand and indicating he was to follow her. She guided him to the spot in front of the fireplace, turned him toward the camcorder, and said, "You know the position in which I like to watch you masturbate for me while you look at me playing with my pussy?" she asked him.

Sherrie's head was spinning. Miss Victoria has these men stroke themselves to an erection for her while she masturbates as she watches? Oh, damn! Could I EVER have enough self-assuredness to do that? thought Sherrie. Could I ever ditch all my self-consciousness and just focus on the pure sexual pleasure of seeing a naked man stroke his cock for me?

Trent dropped to his knees, his feet out behind him and almost touching the little area in front of the fireplace where a few tiles of cream-colored slate intruded out into the carpet. Then he eased himself back on his haunches, opening his knees wide as he did so.

"Mmmmmm, yes, that's it," purred Miss Victoria.

He straightened his torso and placed his hands on his thighs. His ball sac hung down between them, almost grazing the carpet, and his heavy cock lolled forward, tilting downward, almost resting against the looped pile of Sherrie's carpeting.

Sherrie noticed a small droplet of pre-cum oozing from the velvety head of his circumcised cock.

Miss Victoria stepped forward quickly, reached down to pinch off the droplet between thumb and forefinger, and sucked first her thumb, then her finger, savoring the taste of the man who was about to masturbate for them.

"That's nice, Trent," she said, walking back to stand behind the tripod and check the framing of the shot on the camcorder's screen. "Let me turn this make sure everything is ready, and then the lady and I will take our seats to enjoy your show." She motioned to Sherrie to join her on the sofa.

The scenario was too outrageous to believe, and Sherrie wondered if she had somehow slipped into an alternate reality or a dream state where this over-the-top eroticism was somehow a normal and expected thing. Her pussy was gushing in anticipation of what was about to happen, and she knew her panties would soon be soaked.

Good thing she would quickly be out of them, strapped into her dildo, and sliding the shaft into Trent's taut butt.

Trent remained in place, on magnificent display. The position showed off his strong shoulders, sexy chest and abs, and his beautiful cock.

"While you masturbate for us, Trent, tell us why you so much enjoy having a woman fuck you in the asshole with a strapon dildo," Miss Victoria directed.

This was WAY different from the first tutoring session! The few words that Andrew had spoken, things like, "Please," "Don't stop!" and desperate entreaties to take off the cock ring Miss Victoria had fastened him into to help prevent his orgasm until Sherrie was pounding into his asshole with her strapon dildo, were brief expressions of lust, not sexy descriptions or lengthy monologues (and Sherrie would never forget the sounds he made which, while not words, needed no translation).

But now, as he played with himself in front of them, stroking his cock for their visual pleasure, Trent was going to talk about why he liked having a woman fuck him in the ass with her strapon.

The camcorder. Sherrie was going to have this erotic video to watch and to listen to. She would have on the recording his entire explanation of his sexual pleasure received at the hands of a woman who penetrates his willingly offered asshole with her strapon dildo and fucks him with abandon to give them both intense orgasms.

And in only a short time, Sherrie was going to be that woman. 

Miss Victoria's eyes cast a knowing smile in Sherrie's direction over the top of her wine glass as she sipped. "Perhaps his explanation will shed light on how you can find your own man to fuck," she said gently, returning her gaze to Trent as Sherrie placed her camera on the end table, leaving her wine glass where Miss Victoria had set it.

No way would she be able to do anything except watch in rapt attention as Trent stroked his cock for them and explained his pleasure in having a woman take whatever liberties she desired with his eager, opened asshole.

Amazing! This is absolutely amazing! thought Sherrie. This is definitely the hottest means I can possibly imagine to get the male perspective on why men—at least some men—like it when their women screw them in the ass.

Sherrie sat on the edge of the sofa cushion, her back straight, her breathing shallow between her parted lips as she listened for the first words from Trent's mouth. They came only after a few seconds.

During those seconds, he wrapped a fist around the shaft of his cock and slowly began sliding it up and down.

"First, it shouldn't be surprising," Trent said in a sexy baritone voice. "You enjoy it when a man pushes into you with his hard cock and fucks you, correct?"

As did Miss Victoria, Trent was obviously going to speak bluntly—dirty talk ramping up the eroticism of the situation, making this entire, outrageous situation even more naughty, more compelling.

Sherrie swallowed. Her eyes traced the motions of the naked man's hand moving up and down his rapidly swelling cock.

He would be erect within seconds.

"I love the sensation of taking a strapon dildo into my asshole for some of the same reasons, I imagine. Though I can never know what the sensations are when your men stroke into your wet pussies, I assume there's a sexy feeling of fullness and that the slippery friction of his shaft feels good inside the walls of your vagina."

Trent's cock was completely erect at this point.

"Those things feel good to me—that fullness and snug, slick friction, I mean. I love those feelings inside my asshole."

It was impossible for Sherrie not to move a hand to one breast and pinch her nipple through the blouse and lightweight bra she was wearing. The tingle produced immediately shot through her entire breast and down to her tummy. The unconscious movement, though, did not break her concentration on the fascinating sight of the naked man masturbating for her.

"But you have to understand," Trent said earnestly, slowing the motion of his hand up and down his throbbing shaft, "that surrendering my ass to a woman, trusting her enough to completely abandon myself to be taken, penetrated, and used by her for her sexual enjoyment . . . well," his hand was motionless now at the base of his cock, and Sherrie saw the shaft pulsing in excitement, "you have no idea how hot and sexy and overpoweringly erotic that is. A woman taking her sexual pleasure, reaching an intense orgasm as she screws me while she concentrates on making herself come, giving herself permission to use me—her sex partner—and fuck me with penetrating strokes that I allow her to bury inside my lubed-up asshole . . ."

He is driving me crazy, Sherrie thought, now tugging hard on her nipple.

". . . from the man's point of view, at least, THIS man's point of view, I can't imagine anything sexier, anything that arouses me more, any way that a woman could possibly be more sexually attractive. There's just something about a woman who's secure enough to reverse the roles occasionally, and be the one who penetrates, the one who goes inside her partner, and does it with the knowledge that it's going to make her come, feel fantastic for her, that it will be the best sexual high she can get in a role reversal that means she's the one sporting an erection that's going to be pushed deep into her partner."

The head of his cock was a deep pink, more pre-cum had gathered there, and his proud, stiff shaft was thrust up against his belly and throbbing with the pounding blood that was pulsing through his veins.

Trent had aroused not only the women for whom he was masturbating. His explanation was clearly sincere and truthful—his stiff cock testified that he had shared his sexual soul with them, and that his description had aroused him, too.

It was also clear that the pause in his masturbatory motions was necessary to prevent an orgasm. Sherrie watched in fascination as his hard dick throbbed in excitement, finally levering down a few degrees of angle, indicating that Trent was backing off the impending orgasm that his self-revelation would have produced if he had not interrupted his explanation. 

His jaws had tightened underneath the blindfold, something obvious to see while his head was thrown back during the time he willed himself back from the brink of climax. Finally, he lowered his head back into position to speak.

Miss Victoria had set her wine glass down during Trent's explanation (though Sherrie was unaware of this, so focused was her attention on the masturbating male who was explaining the source of his pleasure in being taken by a woman wearing a strapon). Now, as he drew in a deep breath before continuing, she unbuttoned her snug jeans and wiggled them, along with her thong panties, down to her ankles.

The woman's motion on the sofa broke Sherrie's trance, and she glanced over to see her tutor leaning back into the cushion, splaying her knees apart, and dropping one hand to her glistening, shaven vagina.

Miss Victoria slipped a finger inside.

"Continue," she said softly to Trent.

Taking the cue, Sherrie was out of her slacks and panties quickly, but not missing any of Trent's words as he resumed.

"So, knowing the woman is focused on giving herself pleasure and has absolutely no self-consciousness about using me to reach it—that's so hot to me that I can't adequately explain it." He had resumed stroking his cock, the pre-cum now serving as a bit of lubricant. "But," and for an instant Sherrie worried that his broad grin might push the bottom of the blindfold up a bit and allow him to peek from underneath it and see her, "as sexy and arousing and absolutely irresistible as a woman is who loves sex, wants it desperately with me, and doesn't worry whether any means of getting that pleasure is inappropriate or not right or something she shouldn't bring up for whatever reason, the feeling when she fucks me in the asshole gives ME so much pleasure that I will beg her to do it to me if it's been too long between role reversal sessions in our sexplay."

"That is so hot," Miss Victoria mouthed in Sherrie's direction, obviously not wanting to spoil the recording with any editorializing that might intrude on Sherrie's viewings of the video in the future. When the woman drew her hand away from her crotch to suck a finger into her mouth, wetting it for more of her own masturbation as she watched Trent stroke his cock for them, Sherrie couldn't help but notice the distended clit peeking from its hood and glistening in the light. Miss Victoria was very aroused by Trent's performance.

Sherrie could not blame her. The sight prompted Sherrie to hastily unbutton her blouse, shrug it off, and hurriedly unhook her bra so she was completely nude in order to listen to the rest of Trent's explanation.

Yes! That feels so go-o-o-o-d, she thought, cupping a breast and tugging on her nipple as she dropped the other hand to her pussy, quickly finding the slippery wetness to gather a bit underneath the pad of one finger and draw it up to her clit, which she began to roll around and press against as she blatantly masturbated in front of Miss Victoria, not worrying about her display.

A woman who enjoys giving herself sexual pleasure gets a man hot and eager to be with her, huh? Sherrie thought, looking at Trent's lithe, muscled torso as he resumed stroking his cock for them. Maybe I'm becoming that kind of woman . . .

"That wonderful feeling when she begins stroking into and out of my asshole, the lube ensuring the slippery fullness creates no discomfort . . . that's a glorious thing," Trent said. "After a few strokes there's this warm, sensation that spreads inside me, working its way through my gut and up into my stomach, even down my legs. It doesn't take long before I want the shaft of her dildo really plunging into me. I want to feel taken. I want to feel like she's using her strapon to give me as much pleasure as she's giving herself. I want her to come, and I want to come so bad when she's fucking me that I swear, my asshole literally sucks her dildo inside, and I don't want her to take it out."

Miss Victoria's back arched, and her butt raised up off the cushion as she stiffened silently through an orgasm at that point in Trent's description. The woman's climax intensified Sherrie's own approach to a powerful release, and she pressed insistently against her clit, now pinching it between two fingers to increase the stimulation.

Trent's breathing was heavy, and he had again stopped masturbating. Swallowing hard, and with beads of sweat visible on his forehead, he slowly resumed his narration (if not the motion of his fist up and down his cock, which now was pulsing noticeably, the head nearing a purple color from all the blood that was being pushed there by his pounding heart).

"And the reason I don't want it out is that when she's grinding against me, stimulating herself to an intense climax, the motions she makes with the shaft of the dildo nudging up against my prostate drive me crazy. I can't even explain the sensation . . . it's this undefinable, fluttery feeling that starts in my asshole and then spreads into my whole body until it races back into this certain spot right behind my bellybutton, and then, wham! I come buckets, and I feel like there's no possible way that anything else exists in the entire universe except that feeling."

Sherrie's orgasm hit at that point. She bit her lip and tamped down the groan she desperately wanted to release from the bottom of her lungs, just barely remembering that off-camera orgasmic noises would be distracting on the recording.

"But then, when the feeling passes—and sometimes it takes several seconds—I feel so much in love with the woman that did that to me that I want to crawl inside her head and look out at the world through her eyes to see if it's even possible to find out anything more I can do from her perspective to give her as much pleasure as she just gave me."

His final sentences were delivered with his hands on his thighs and his cock throbbing, pre-cum so copious that it was dripping down the shaft.

It had taken some massive amount of self-control not to spurt, Sherrie realized, her own abandonment to a climax unstoppable as she watched Trent's dick bob and pulse in front of her as he finished his explanation.

Damn! What he'd just said! Sherrie would challenge any woman hearing that from a man not to rush straight into his arms and squeeze him tightly, realizing how much he wanted to please her, to share such intimacy with her that he was baring his entire soul to her.

An aftershock of orgasm rippled through her as Sherrie considered what Trent had divulged.

"Miss Victoria," he panted, clearly in distress, "I simply cannot continue or I will-"

"Hush," Miss Victoria answered, a flush on her face from her own orgasm. "The lady will help you with your cock ring in a few moments. Just sit there and come down from the excitement that your wonderful explanation has created for all of us."

The statement triggered a new round of arousal for Sherrie. Having learned from Miss Victoria about strapping a man into a cock ring as a result of the demonstration given during her first tutoring session (and Andrew's cock and balls had looked so very hot on display with the cock ring snugged up around them), Sherrie's mouth watered at the prospect of wrapping the studded strip of leather around Trent's genitals and snapping it into place.

The sight would be so very, very arousing! The feel of his cock and balls would be so exciting as she handled him in the process of fastening the leather ring into place.

Miss Victoria reached to her ankles to pull off her jeans and panties, then rose and stepped on shaky legs from her orgasm of moments before to the camcorder. She stopped the recording and unscrewed it from the tripod. Dressed now only in her skimpy corset, she switched the camera to "play" mode and checked the recording.

Smiling in satisfaction, she turned the little LCD screen toward Sherrie. "Yes, we have your explanation recorded for posterity, Trent. Thank you. The lady will, I'm sure, enjoy watching you masturbate for her in the future by replaying this recording." Miss Victoria walked over to Trent and placed one hand on his shoulder as he remained on his haunches in front of Sherrie's fireplace. "We truly appreciate your honesty and your willingness to show us how you masturbate."

"My pleasure," he responded, smiling beneath his blindfold.

"But not as much pleasure as the lady will give you when she screws you in the asshole with her strapon dildo this evening, I know," Miss Victoria teased. "You just told us that the pleasure you receive from a good ass-fucking at the hands of a woman strapped into a dildo and eager to use you for her sexual satisfaction cannot be equaled."

Trent's still-hard cock bobbed in agreement.

Sherrie choked back a sound of pure lust, working hard to prevent herself from speaking in Trent's presence.

"Settled down a bit by now?" Miss Victoria asked him.

He nodded.

Miss Victoria helped him up, and he needed her support, both because his position on his haunches as he told his story—while incredibly sexy and the perfect pose to expose his genitals to the camera as he masturbated—meant that it took a moment for him to unkink his legs AND because the point of arousal to which he pushed himself during his confession meant his legs were wobbly anyway. When he had straightened and was standing before them, his proud erection still pointing to the ceiling, Miss Victoria eyed it appreciatively, then turned her gaze toward Sherrie, saying, "He does taste wonderful . . ."

She let the implication linger as she returned her gaze to the pre-cum glistening on Trent's erect cock.

"Don't come when she does it," Miss Victoria warned, looking at Sherrie as she whispered into the naked male's ear.

Before tonight—even with one tutoring session already behind her—Sherrie would have hesitated, probably even stopped herself from doing what was so alluring and sexy and now being offered by Miss Victoria. But Sherrie didn't even think about that now.

It took only four steps before she was on her knees in front of Trent's glorious cock, her hands wrapped around the base, levering it down and forward as she wrapped her lips around the plum-like head. She slipped it inside her mouth and slowly eased more of him inside, loving the sensation of taking his erection between her lips the velvety feel of him, the stiffness of him, the smoothness of the skin on his cock as she ran her tongue over it.

Miss Victoria clicked into "record" mode and resumed her role as videographer.

He tasted so good!

Trent moaned, the sound so sexy that Sherrie paused in her cock-sucking, wanting to catch every nuance of the sounds of pleasure he was voicing as she remained on her knees in front of this sexy naked man, nude herself, and sucking his glorious seven inches of stiff maleness into her mouth.

Or at least part of those seven inches. 

Can Miss Victoria teach me to deep-throat? she wondered, surprising herself with a thought that would before have been blocked from her mind by her subconscious.

Maybe hearing Trent's explanation about the allure of a woman with no compunctions about taking her sexual pleasure with a man is having an effect on me, Sherrie thought, but only for a brief second because the texture and taste of him was such a delight that she wanted to focus completely on sucking his cock.




A College Professor's Discovery Ch. 02



"Ungh," was the sexy sound from his chest, and Miss Victoria tapped gently on Sherrie's shoulder blade, having stopped the camcorder for a moment.

"Poor baby will come if we don't get him some help in holding back," she said.

Sherrie reluctantly backed off Trent's cock, knowing the comment meant that Miss Victoria realized that the second man Sherrie would penetrate needed her to strap him into the cock ring as a way to help prevent the orgasm he would finally be allowed to have after the shaft of Sherrie's strapon was buried deep into his asshole.

Miss Victoria walked to the duffel bag, rumaged for a second through its contents, then withdrew the skinny strip of black leather that was studded with metal and which had a snap on the ends. She strode back to where Sherrie remained on her knees in front of Trent, his pulsing erection only inches from her face, and handed the cock ring to Sherrie.

"Wait for a moment while I turn the camera back on," she said, raising the camcorder to her face to frame the scene in the little display screen. "Okay," she said, thumbing on the "record" button.

Sherrie looped the strip of leather behind Trent's balls, leaning forward a bit in the process. The motion, of course, brought her mouth close to his erection, and she couldn't help slipping it once again inside. Holding the head of his cock inside as she snugged the material behind his balls (she remembered Miss Victoria's instructions about the process so that no undue pressure was accidentally forced upon the man's testicles when the cock ring was snapped together), Sherrie drew the ends up around the base of his cock, finally releasing him from her mouth in order to mate the ends of the metal snap and fasten the ring in place.

Leaning back on her heels to admire her handiwork, Sherrie took a moment to fully appreciate the view as she ran her gaze up and down Trent's nude body.

Smooth, masculine, hairless, a very stiff erection pointing to the ceiling and his cock and balls even more blatantly displayed as the cock ring pushed them forward just a bit, Trent looked stunningly sexy and inviting. 

She couldn't wait to fuck him.

Instinctively, she reached forward, cupping the ball sac that was now presented to her in a way that invited her attention even more. She fondled him, ran her tongue up the shaft of his dick, and teased the head with her tongue, swirling it around before giving in to the desire to once again take as much of it into her mouth as she could.

"Damn, that feels so good," he moaned. "Thank god the cock ring is on. I don't want to come for you until you fuck me in the ass."

Sherrie shivered in delight at Trent's words. Reluctantly releasing his cock, she backed away and rose from her knees.

"The lady will enjoy seeing your cock slip into her mouth, I'm sure," Miss Victoria said. The comment brought Sherrie's awareness back to the camcorder in her tutor's hands.

What will I look like? she wondered. Having seen only a few videos of women sucking men's cocks, Sherrie hoped that she wouldn't look like the women in the bad porn that one of her past boyfriends had persuaded her to watch with him.

Somehow she knew Trent's cock would look lovely sliding inside her mouth.

"But now, I have promised her that you will assume my favorite pose for naked men," Miss Victoria said, taking Trent's hand and leading him to the sofa. Stepping around the coffee table, she motioned to Sherrie to help her move it a bit to the side so there would be plenty of working room to enable Sherrie to position herself to take the picture.

Curious as to what pose Miss Victoria would require Trent to assume, Sherrie helped push the coffee table to the side and then reached for her camera from the end table where she had set it before Trent began his sexy show and self-revelation about his love of being taken by a woman.

Miss Victoria walked Trent to the front of the sofa, stopping him before he stubbed a toe on the bottom, and pulled his hand forward to let him feel the sofa cushion in front of him. "Her sofa will work nicely. Get into position."

The abruptness of the command shocked Sherrie, but it was yet another reminder that Trent was a client who had engaged Miss Victoria as a "service provider" by paying her to have her way with him sexually. The command to pose himself for the pleasure she would take in seeing him in that position was all part of the interaction.

Trent was quick to follow instructions. He remained facing the back cushions on the sofa and leaned forward, reaching for the edge of the back of the sofa in order to steady himself as he got into position with his knees on the seat cushions. Getting comfortable, he eased his butt down a bit, almost as though he were going to resume the pose on his haunches he had taken during his story, but then he spread his thighs apart farther and leaned forward, arching his back and resting his chest on his crossed arms he'd placed on the back of the sofa. He was facing away from them, on his knees, but the height of the sofa meant that his ass was at a convenient height for any number of activities an inventive female might want to use it for. 

In an instant Sherrie understood exactly why Miss Victoria liked this pose. Trent was displaying himself blatantly, making it clear that his backside was a toy for a woman's pleasure, and his cock and balls were a sexy sight from behind as they hung between his legs and slightly over the edge of the cushion so that they were freely available to a woman's hand reaching forward to cup his ball sac and fondle his erection.

The sexy cock ring completed the arousing sight, emphasizing somehow the effect that he was utterly on display as a sex toy for their pleasure.

Sherrie raised the camera and flicked it on, immediately framing the erotic sight and snapping a picture.

His asshole was completely exposed.

Noticing this, she dropped the camera momentarily, enjoying the view, realizing that she was taking a great deal of sexual pleasure in seeing him displayed for her, seeing the place where she would position the tip of her dildo and push inside of him, seeing him open and vulnerable in this position, offering up his genitals and his asshole for her to touch, to toy with, to look at, to use and tease, all for the sole purpose of arousing her, making her horny and hot to come hard from the fucking she would give him.

"Arch your back just a little more," Miss Victoria said.

The woman had stepped to the side and was recording the scene in which Sherrie was photographer to Trent's nude modeling.

His quick compliance brought his asshole into even better view, and Sherrie snapped several pictures, eager to record for later viewing this sight of a nude man, a man she would soon be fucking in the ass, opened up for her and offering his ass and cock and balls to her for her sexual pleasure.

During her first tutoring session, Miss Victoria had told her that it was a myth that women weren't turned on by looking at naked men. During that first session, Sherrie had come to believe her, but she would probably not have believed that such a nasty pose could be so exciting. Now, though, after hearing Trent's explanation about the rush it gave him knowing that a woman was using him for his pleasure, stroking her strapon into his asshole in order to make herself come, seeing his crinkled opening offered up with abandon and in blatant and total exposure, Sherrie found the sight hotter than anything she had ever seen.

Lowering the camera, she stepped close to him, reached underneath, and cupped his balls. They were snug in their sac, the cock ring tightly in place behind them, offering some protection that the teasing she was about to put him through wouldn't allow an orgasm.

Miss Victoria intuitively knew what Sherrie was about to do. She stopped the camcorder, walked to the duffel, and retrieved the bottle of lube. Stepping to stand beside Sherrie, she handed it to her and said, "I'll be sure to get a good angle which nicely captures your finger sliding inside."

The camera almost slipped from Sherrie's grasp when Miss Victoria described the scene she was about to record, but Sherrie knew that, yes, she was going to slide her finger inside Trent's openly displayed asshole. She would do it slowly, tracing circles around the center of his opening, enjoying the feel of his ever-relaxing anus underneath the pad of her fingertip until he, just as Andrew had done, invited her inside.

Placing her camera on the floor in front of the sofa, Sherrie popped the top on the bottle of lube and poured some into her palm. Thoroughly coating the middle finger of her other hand, she moved it to his asshole, poised there for a moment as she slipped the other hand underneath him to wrap it around his stiff cock. Then, as she slowly began to slide her fist up and down his erection, she placed her lubed-up finger at the entrance to Trent's asshole.

"You know what's going to happen, don't you, Trent?" Miss Victoria asked from behind the camcorder.

He moaned, a response that excited Sherrie tremendously.

She sensuously ran her fingertip over his crinkly opening.

"Tell her how good it feels," Miss Victoria directed.

Oh, no . . . she's going to have him talk about what I'm doing to him, Sherrie thought. I'll have another orgasm, right here on my knees behind him.

"Oooh, your hand feels so good on my cock," Trent said, his voice coming from a sexy place in his chest. "You have no idea how good this feels."

His words were exciting Sherrie enormously. Her pussy was very, very wet.

"Oh, god, oh, damn!" Trent exclaimed.

Sherrie expected the reaction. She had teased him with a fingertip inside his opening. Quickly withdrawing, she resumed stroking his asshole.

"Did you like that?" Miss Victoria asked, now moving closer to the action in front of her.

"Yes, oh, jeez, it felt so good."

"What felt good, Trent?"

This video is going to make me come every time I see it, Sherrie thought. The woman was teasing Trent—hell, she was teasing Sherrie—with the commands to explain his excitement.

He was panting, but he managed to croak out, "When she slipped her finger inside for just a minute. It was a surprise, and felt it really, really good."

"Slipped her finger inside where?"

Trent lowered his face into his arms and moaned in frustration. "You'll make me come talking about it. She's stroking my cock and, and . . ."

"The cock ring will prevent an orgasm, Trent. It felt good when she slipped her finger inside where?"

Sherrie had a mini-orgasm. The effect caused her to grip Trent's shaft tightly. He moaned again. Finally: "It felt good when she put her finger into my asshole."

"Lovely," was Miss Victoria's simple response.

Sherrie had managed to recover from her mini-orgasm enough by then to catch the next words out of Miss Victoria's mouth.

"Then maybe you will really like it if she pushes her finger slowly all the way inside you."

God, this is driving me crazy! Sherrie thought. Miss Victoria was orchestrating this video in a way guaranteed to result in the most exciting action Sherrie could image as she would watch herself teasing this naked man.

This isn't part of my training to succeed with my research, Sherrie thought.

Then she immediately didn't give a damn that it wasn't.

She felt Trent's asshole relax around the pad of her finger. A small indentation invited her to push inside. Sherrie watched intently as she pushed slowly, seeing her finger slide in to the first knuckle.

"Oh, god, yes," Trent hissed. "That feels so good."

Sherrie pushed in deeper. He squirmed back against her, his body asking for more.

She gave it to him.

Her finger was buried completely inside now, and Sherrie began stroking in and out with a rhythm that matched the strokes she was giving his cock.

"Yeah, yes, oh, god, yes," he moaned. "Finger fuck me good. That feels so fuckin' good."

Trent was quickly devolving into vocalizations that would make less and less sense other than as indications that she was giving him intense pleasure. Sherrie didn't worry about it—she was too fascinated and turned on by what she was doing to him.

She adored playing with his snug, slippery asshole, penetrating it, then withdrawing, then slowly sinking in again, pushing the palm of her hand tightly against his butt in order to get her finger in as deeply as possible then hold it there, feeling the warmth of him enveloping her finger, gripping it, squeezing it in response to her tease.

"A pity that we must stop now," Miss Victoria said.

Trent groaned in exasperation, his asshole spasming tightly around Sherrie's finger, anxious not to feel her withdraw it.

Perplexed, but trusting her tutor, Sherrie slowly withdrew in spite of Trent's protests both physical (his snug hole gripped her finger tightly) and vocal ("God, not now. Please.").

Miss Victoria motioned for Sherrie to stand, then placed her palm lightly against the small of Trent's back. "I have something special I want you to demonstrate for the lady," she said, and she slid her hand up to his shoulder, gripping his upper arm and with a lifting motion indicating that he was to get up and walk with her. He was soon back in the spot before Sherrie's fireplace, but this time Miss Victoria turned him sideways to the spot where the tripod still stood and where whatever action was about to ensue would be captured in profile.

After screwing the camcorder back to the tripod and checking the framing in the display, Miss Victoria punched "record," then retrieved the bottle of lube. She walked to stand beside Trent and said to Sherrie, "Come get in position here," motioning to a spot on the carpet, "so that you're to the side of him and also behind him from the camera's angle.

Not knowing what was coming, Sherrie was nonetheless quite aroused at being next to Trent in this fashion. It was a natural motion, and he was conveniently positioned, for her to reach one hand in front of him and grasp his cock, still slick with the lube from her stroking while he was on her sofa in Miss Victoria's favorite pose. She pressed her crotch against his hip, aching for some stimulation on her hard clit, and brazenly began humping up against him, knowing that her wetness would soon find its way onto his hip and his thigh.

Smiling, Miss Victoria said, "Hold out your other hand." Sherrie did, and her tutor poured some lube into the palm. Saying nothing—she didn't have to—Miss Victoria merely glanced toward Trent's ass, and Sherrie understood immediately that she would soon be once again caressing his asshole as she stroked his cock.

Stepping away from the action so the camcorder would have an unobstructed view of the action, Miss Victoria began again to coach the activity in Sherrie's living room.

"This is a favorite activity of mine for several reasons, isn't it, Trent," she said. "The lady stroking your cock and fondling your ass no doubt realizes how much she has you in her sexual power in this position, able to give you incredible pleasure because she can so easily penetrate you anally with her finger while she masturbates you but not doing that unless you're being a good pupil for her."

Sherrie was both puzzled and disappointed. Had Miss Victoria not said what she did, Sherrie's finger would by now be deep inside Trent's asshole.

"And you know, too, don't you, Trent, that I had to train you out of your over-eagerness when you first began seeing me? Isn't that right?"

Sherrie was instantly curious. She kept her finger against Trent's asshole, running her fingertip in circles over the crinkles there, waiting for more explanation from Miss Victoria about this "training" of Trent's.

"Now," Miss Victoria said, "just pet his asshole as you stroke his cock."

Frustrated that she was not being told to slide her finger inside (god! that is so very, very hot! thought Sherrie), she did as Miss Victoria directed, sliding her fingertip across his asshole as she pressed her hand against his butt cheeks.

"Stroke his asshole just like you might pet a kitten's back, lightly, but enjoying the sensation," her tutor said.

Sherrie did so, concentrating on the enjoyable sensation of discovering more about the ways that just petting a man's asshole, stroking it without penetrating, was so delightful. 

"Now, Trent, let her in and do it in a way that lets her know you're relaxing open, even though she's masturbating your hard cock."

Sherrie felt his asshole relax as she slowed her stroking and rested her fingertip directly on his hole. It slid inside of him, the ring of muscle at the entrance of his anus now under his conscious control, not being allowed to close back into its normal state.

"Press inside slowly as you continue to masturbate him, but stop pressing inside immediately if you feel his asshole tighten, and instantly stop stroking his cock, too."

This was going to be a fun game!

Trent groaned.

"What is the lady doing?" Miss Victoria asked him.

"The same thing you did," he replied, "when you were helping me learn to, learn to, um . . ."

Trent was struggling for self-control, and Sherrie felt a slight flutter around her finger. She stopped pressing into him immediately and released her grip on his cock.

"Oh, god, this is so unfair," he moaned. 

"What is?" Miss Victoria asked.

"Stopping. Stopping with my cock, stopping into my asshole. Everything."

"Then relax open again," Miss Victoria said simply.

Sherrie replaced her fingertip against his lovely opening and felt his asshole return to a state in which the ring of his anus relaxed again. 

She returned her hand to his cock and resumed stroking it.

"There's an excellent reason why I did this with you, though, isn't there, Trent?" Miss Victoria asked. "You yourself gave us the reason in your explanation a few minutes ago when you were masturbating for us."

Sherrie was now doubly curious. She was also loving the act of playing with a man like this. Even in the days since her introduction to strapon man-fucking as she viewed the videos recommended by Miss Victoria and fantasized repeatedly about toying with a man's ass and using it for her sexual pleasure as she fucked his asshole, she had never imagined this particular activity. It was so erotic, so purely manipulative, almost like he was a puppet underneath her, reacting to each pull on a string which created a different kind of pleasure.

He moaned in excitement, and Sherrie again felt his asshole flutter around her finger. Once more, she stopped pushing inside him and took her hand away from his throbbing erection.

Noticing the action, Miss Victoria said, "Tell us, as you open yourself to the lady again, why this kind of training is such a good thing to do."

Sherrie felt his asshole surrender, and she reached for his stiff prick, resuming her masturbation of the naked male in her total control.

"Miss Victoria, you taught me to relax open for your penetrations into my asshole with your fingers, your butt plug, and your strapon while my cock stayed hard for you because it excites you to see the man's cock stiff and hard while you fuck him."

Sherrie pressed insistently against Trent's hip, strongly aroused by what he had just said. The action caused another mini-orgasm.

I have to fuck him now, she thought. This is driving me absolutely crazy with lust!

"Precisely," Miss Victoria replied. "It's a natural reaction upon anal penetration for a man to clamp down," she explained to Sherrie, who was now becoming more impressed with Trent's control in light of what was happening and what Miss Victoria was saying. "But for a man who wants to experience the full pleasure of being fucked in the ass by his woman's strapon, learning to open to her while he maintains his erection is a treat for both of them."




A College Professor's Discovery Ch. 02



Sherrie continued to hump Trent's leg as she finger-fucked him and stroked his hard dick.

"I like to help my lover realize this with some delightful playtime in the shower," Miss Victoria said, settling again on the sofa to watch the action in front of her. "Of course, I don't shower with my clients," and her tone took that melancholy edge Sherrie recognized from the revelation she'd shared after the first tutoring session about losing the lover two years earlier with whom she had enjoyed regular role reversals and strapon fucking. "But with a lover, yes, the shower can be an excellent venue for this training. No matter where it happens, though, you'll be happy his training was successful when you see his hard cock throb in front of you when he's on his back on the bed and you're standing between his legs as they're draped over your shoulders while you pound your strapon into him."

The visual Miss Victoria had just painted—a position Sherrie had seen in some of the video clips her tutor had recommended—was exciting. Particularly arousing was the idea of watching the man's eyes when you fucked him while you held his hard cock in your hand, feeling him react to your thrusts.

"I suggest the shower because, if you use an organic soap, you can masturbate him and finger fuck him and not create any discomfort inside his anus due to the harsh chemicals in most non-organic soaps. You don't drip lube on the carpet, and in a nice, hot shower, the two of you can relax and enjoy his training."

Sherrie's finger was now deep inside Trent's ass, and he was being a trouper in his ability to remain open for her. She loved the sensation because it said so much about his eagerness to surrender to her, to give her pleasure. 

And his hard cock was testament to the fact that he would be stiff and throbbing when she fucked his ass, just as Andrew had been.

Had Miss Victoria trained Andrew in the same fashion?

Concluding her remarks about a man's training, Miss Victoria said, "I particularly like an organic aloe soap for this purpose. It lathers immediately into a silky, lotiony foam that feels wonderful and sticks around quite a long time if you don't rinse it away with water. The one I use creates a creamy white lather, and I adore the way it works as an all-over lubricant between lovers in the shower. I highly recommend it for the time in the future when you convince a lover to let you prepare him for your strapon." Trent groaned, Miss Victoria's words—"prepare him for your strapon"—apparently having an intense effect. "The lube works perfectly fine for now, and Trent is doing a fine job for us demonstrating this in advance of your sliding your strapon cock deep into his lubed up asshole."

That did it. Trent clamped down on her finger, and she felt a powerful orgasm try to work its way through his body and out the end of the throbbing shaft in her grip.

The constriction of the cock ring prevented it, thankfully.

Sherrie was so ready to slide the bulb end of her strapon dildo into her pussy, strap into the harness, lube up the shaft, and plunge it into Trent's surrendered asshole that she thought she might faint in excitement. She withdrew her finger and walked quickly into her bedroom to strap into the delightful toy, leaving Trent standing in place, his cock throbbing in denial, his balls snugged up against his crotch, and the cock ring the only thing preventing spurts of semen from jetting from the end of his dick.

While Sherrie was in her bedroom, Miss Victoria quickly rose from the sofa and arranged things in order to achieve the real surprise of the evening for her pupil. Thumbing off the "record" button on the camera, she set it and the tripod aside and then moved the coffee table into a position that meant there was the space she needed on opposite sides of the small piece of furniture. Then, taking advantage of the surprise availability of the wedge Sherrie had purchased along with the masturbation toy, she walked to the kitchen table where Sherrie had placed the device after describing her purchase decision and how it had been perfect to allow her to practice fucking a man in the ass. Bringing the wedge to the coffee table, Miss Victoria placed it into position there and quickly walked Trent into position behind it.

Sherrie had said this arrangement meant the wedge was a little low. Trent's ass draped across it will likely position his asshole at the perfect height and angle for my pupil's strapon cock when she fucks him in the ass, thought Miss Victoria.

Knowing she had only a brief time left before Sherrie would emerge from behind her bedroom door, the shaft of her strapon sticking up from her crotch and through the metal ring of the harness as she would strut into the room, Miss Victoria pushed down on Trent's shoulders, indicating he was to kneel in place. It was simple and quick from that point to get him bent over the wedge, which did, indeed, place his naked butt at what should be the perfect height for her pupil to screw him in his pretty little asshole.

"Arch your back and be ready to wriggle that fetching butt of yours in excitement when the lady walks back in the room, Trent," she whispered into his ear. "You've been a wonderful toy for us so far tonight."

Miss Victoria hastily strode to the tripod, unscrewed the camcorder, and was instantly back into her role as videographer. A few seconds later, Sherrie stepped through the door of her bedroom and back into what had become the training area for her strapon man-fucking practice. She was nude except for the purple toy between her legs and the black harness that secured it in place.

She stopped instantly upon seeing Trent, nude, his ass displayed sexily as he bent over the wedge. The rush of breath she drew in as the sight surprised her in its erotic intensity was audible, and Trent followed Miss Victoria's directions to the letter: he began squirming his ass in anticipation, causing his engorged cock dangling between his legs to bob up and down, clearly visible in his vulnerable position.

Miss Victoria captured everything with the camcorder.

"You remember my instructions during our last session about the importance of a lot of lube?" she asked Sherrie from behind the camcorder's little display screen.

Sherrie did not tear her gaze away from the nasty, sexy, entrancing, powerfully erotic sight before her, yet she somehow managed to find the bottle of lube, pop the top, and step behind Trent, the shaft of her strapon cock bobbing with every step.

(And the motion of those bobs caused delightful actions inside her pussy, where the purple toy was nudging up against her G-spot.)

"Lots of lube is requisite," Miss Victoria said. "You want him so slippery that pushing inside, even if the man is a tight virgin, is something he cannot resist." Moving to a better position to film the action now that Sherrie was behind Trent and pouring lube into her palm, the tutor kept up her naughty, exciting commentary. "The tightness of a man's anus feels delightful around your fingers. Why don't you make sure Trent is thoroughly lubricated by using two fingers. He needs to be prepped and readied properly to take your pretty strapon inside his eager asshole in just a minute."

Sherrie's pussy gushed around the bulb of the dildo. She had learned that using the harness with the inventive toy was an absolute necessity as she had fucked Andrew in the ass and then practiced doing the same thing by using the masturbation sleeve mounted into the wedge the last two days. The act excited her too much to trust the security of the dildo only to her ability to grip the bulb into her pussy.

She always got so wet that, without the harness holding it in place, the bulb would have surely slipped out.

The shaft now dripping with lube, Sherrie poured more into her palm and coated two fingers, eager to push them into Trent's willing hole. Dropping the bottle of lube to the coffee table, she laid her middle finger tightly on top of her index finger to form an effective means of penetrating Trent while producing a more filling sensation than a single finger in his asshole had done earlier.

He groaned throughout the entire few seconds as she slowly pushed inside him. When Sherrie had bottomed out with her fingers, he squirmed and pushed back against her hand, obviously greatly aroused by the act.

"Oh, damn! That feels good," he growled, still squirming as Sherrie held her fingers deep inside his asshole.

Miss Victoria missed nothing with the camcorder.

Sherrie began rotating her fingers, smearing the lube inside the snug confines of his anal walls, and then she withdrew, eliciting a moan of frustration, before pushing deep into him once more.

His asshole was tight and hot and felt absolutely wonderful around her fingers.

She teased him, quickly withdrawing, hearing him groan in exasperation. Reaching for the lube, she tipped the bottle at the top of his ass crack and squeezed more of the viscous liquid into the valley between his cheeks. Using this to massage his asshole, but not enter, she toyed with him, arousing herself even more intensely (something which she didn't think was possible).

Miss Victoria was now shooting over Sherrie's shoulder. She framed Trent's upturned ass in the display on the camcorder's little screen and said, "Show us how much you want her strapon inside your cute little ass, Trent. Show us how eager you are to be fucked."

Sherrie knew what was coming. She grabbed the base of the dildo's shaft as it jutted upward from her crotch and levered the shaft of the toy downward, causing the bulb inside her pussy to press directly against her G-spot.

She wanted an orgasm when she saw this.

Trent surrendered his asshole to her. It was primal in the message it sent, and it was entirely visible, even through the shiny lube that was so thoroughly coating his crinkled pucker.

He opened up for them, the center of his asshole relaxing, inviting Sherrie to take him.

The orgasm she wanted at that moment hit, and she shuddered through a silent wave of pleasure, her breasts shaking, nipples taut, extended, and throbbing.

When she opened her eyes, the sexy sight of Trent's willing asshole was still present, and she was crazy to plunge the shaft of her dildo into his hungry hole.

Leaning forward slightly, Sherrie placed the tip of the shaft against his asshole.

He instantly pushed back, forcing an inch inside him even before Sherrie could react.

The action drove her insane with lust. It screamed out to her that he wanted her to take him, to penetrate him, to fuck him with abandon solely for the purpose of giving herself the most sexually intense experience she could stand.

His action demanded that she use his sexy ass as a fuck-toy to drive herself to a blinding climax.

She pushed in slowly, so excited that it took every ounce of self-control not to pound into him in a single stroke. Sherrie wanted the scene captured by Miss Victoria's camcorder in such a way, though, that it would be fantastically arousing to see her dildo disappear into his pink asshole slowly, inch by inch, until she was sealed against him, the end of the dildo buried deep in his ass.

Which is precisely what she did, Trent all the while panting and moaning in such sexy, deep man-growls that Sherrie thought she would come just from hearing those erotic noises of male arousal.

When she was completely inside him, she backed the dildo out slowly, watching in fascination as it slid out of his crinkled opening. Then she pumped into him deeply again, once more producing those sexy sounds from deep inside his chest.

Back out again, this time out completely, watching his hole close around the shaft as it exited his ass before she lined up the tip again and pushed into him, this time in a quick, deliberate motion that felt wonderful—a true, deep thrust that sent its own message:

I am going to fuck you as long and as hard as I can until I come.

God! She hoped Miss Victoria was capturing all of this! Sure, the "game film" would help her refine her technique so she would be ready to prove her man-fucking skills to the tribe's women, but—damn!—this was so fuckin' sexy that she wanted to capture every nuance on film and then be able to watch herself fuck this handsome stud to a blinding climax.

It would trigger an orgasm every time she saw it, Sherrie was certain.

Her excitement building, Sherrie grabbed Trent's hips and began to settle into a satisfying, long-dicking, butt-fucking rhythm, which took a moment to do because she had to coordinate with the thrusts back against her crotch that Trent was energetically originating in his own excitement. Very quickly however, they had timed their actions, and Sherrie was riding his ass, holding onto his hips, and every now and then looking down to see the mind-bending sight of her purple shaft disappearing into him then reappearing as she backed it out only to slam it home again.

Miss Victoria moved to the side, this being the perfect angle to record Sherrie's thrusts, catching her movements. Noting with satisfaction—and a bit of pride about her ability as a tutor—she saw that Sherrie was, indeed, moving with practiced man-fucking motions, the serpentine undulations of her hips and spine serving perfectly to piston her dildo into and out of Trent's upturned ass.

After a couple of minutes (plenty of time to capture the action and provide Sherrie ample opportunity to critique her man-fucking abilities when she watched the video later), Miss Victoria sensed that it would not be long before the activity in front of her would result in both parties exploding into intense climaxes, so she moved into position in front of the coffee table, standing directly before Trent's face as he stiff-armed the coffee table now from his bent-over position, taking Sherrie's thrusts and pushing back against her with his own in response.

Miss Victoria spoke from behind the camcorder, startling him with the realization of where he was.

"Ooh, Trent, you should see how sexy she looks as she fucks you in the ass! Her tits are jiggling with the motion, and her nipples are very, very hard. I bet you would be fascinated and incredibly turned on seeing her beautiful breasts. You'd like to suck her nipples, I know. She would taste so good, and running your tongue around those hard nubs while you sucked would keep your dick stiff and throbbing just because her nipples are so taut with arousal."

Sherrie opened her eyes, interrupting the blissed-out state she was experiencing as she built toward climax, the rhythmic motion of her hips and the answering thrusts of Trent's ass against her crotch setting up a hypnotic physiological effect. Seeing Miss Victoria in front of Trent as she was, Sherrie smiled, knowing that the video would be terribly exciting to watch later.

Miss Victoria continued her teasing.

"She is a very pretty woman, Trent, with a great figure. You would love to see her naked body. It would excite you. You would probably masturbate to naked pictures of her if you had them. You'd stroke your cock seeing her sexy body, and you'd wish you were able to taste her, able to suck her clit into your mouth and make her come hard. If you watched her undress, you'd get more and more excited with each piece of clothing she removed, and when she was completely nude, you'd be stiff with lust, your mouth watering to slide your tongue inside her beautiful pussy."

Sherrie was excited by the running commentary.

Maybe he WOULD be excited to see me naked!

Such a thought was doubly arousing simply because she had not allowed herself to consider the idea that men might be so turned on sexually by the sight of her naked body that they would want to stroke their cocks as they looked at her, fantasizing about touching her, sucking her, fucking her.

Miss Victoria's tutelage had introduced the notion, and now Sherrie was starting to enjoy the idea, tingling at the possibility each time she thought of it after that first tutoring session when Miss Victoria had told her that she would have no trouble attracting the attention of men if she dressed to better show the silhouette of her body, spent more time highlighting her pretty features in ways meant to communicate her interest in having men notice her.

"She's fucking you really well, Trent. You've told us how much you love it when a woman strokes her strapon into your asshole. Are you going to come? Do you want me to take the cock ring off?"

He was really panting with the exertion of delaying his orgasm, knowing how uncomfortable it would be if the damned leather strap was still in place around his cock and balls when it happened.

"Please!" 

Miss Victoria smiled and looked up at Sherrie, whose jiggling breasts were now covered in a light sheen of perspiration from the satisfying exertion of screwing Trent in the ass with her strapon.

"Perhaps," answered Miss Victoria in response to Trent's tortured request. "But first, I want you to keep your head exactly in position as it is right now, and I want you to look straight at me."

The statement confused Sherrie.

How could he see anything with his blindfold on?

Then, in one swift motion, Miss Victoria reached forward and whisked the blindfold off Trent's face.

Sherrie was totally scandalized. He will see me! she screamed in her head. No! No!

And then, slowly through the fog of her sex-crazed mind now highjacked unexpectedly with horrified thoughts of being recognized, Sherrie realized what Miss Victoria was doing.

"That's it, Trent. Look right at the camera. This is such a lovely sight. You look so sexy in this position, the beautiful woman behind you pounding into your tight little asshole with her pretty strapon dildo. I love filming this. She will certainly enjoy seeing you like this. It will probably make her come, because I'm sure she'll be masturbating while she watches it. Imagine that, Trent—she'll be stroking her hard clit watching herself fuck you on the video. She will get excited at your expression, knowing that she's driving her dildo into your asshole right now, and that's what's causing your moans. Can you imagine how hot that will be for her? Can you even conceive of how arousing and sexy it's going to be to see you in this position, looking right at her as she watches the video, masturbating to the memory of fucking you in the ass at this very moment as you gaze into her eyes."

Miss Victoria was voicing exactly the thoughts racing through Sherrie's mind.

And she was driving her crazy with lust in the process.

What color were his eyes?

She would know when she saw the video.

"Oh, you look so hot," Miss Victoria said to Trent, "so very, very sexy like this, taking her fake cock up your ass, moving to her thrusts, enjoying a good, deep, hard fucking in your sexy little butt. You're making her feel so good. If you could see her you'd know how very hot and horny she is, doing you in the ass with her strapon. Does it feel that good to you? Tell us how it feels."

Sherrie was quickly reaching the point of no return. Fucking Trent's glorious ass in itself was gut-wrenchingly sexy, arousing beyond belief. Adding Miss Victoria's running commentary, knowing that she would see Trent's face on the video as she was fucking him—Sherrie was dangerously close to a crashing orgasm.

"It feels fantastic," he panted. "She's fucking me so good. She's making me feel so good. She can take me anytime she wants. I'm going to come so hard for her."

Quick, Miss Victoria, quick! I'm going to come any second!

Her tutor momentarily laid down the camera in order to retrieve the blindfold and replace it over Trent's eyes. Then she stepped quickly to the side of the table, reached underneath Trent, and fumbled for a second to find the snap on the cock ring before unfastening it and releasing his cock and balls from their confinement.




A College Professor's Discovery Ch. 02



Sherrie was milliseconds away . . .

Then, just as Miss Victoria picked up the camcorder, Trent yelled out, "Oh, sh-i-i-i-t!" and dropped his head to the coffee table, powerful jets of come spurting from the end of his cock. Sherrie leaned over his back, grabbed his shoulders, and ground against his ass in energetic abandon, forcing the bulb end of the dildo repeatedly up against her G-spot, and she cried out in an otherworldly wail as her own blinding orgasm crashed against the inside of skull before reverberating through every inch of her body.

The two of them fell in exhaustion over the wedge, Sherrie's strapon slipping from Trent's asshole in the process as Miss Victoria caught everything through the camcorder's lens.

***

"So now you realize why I asked that you remove all pictures of yourself and friends and family for tonight's activities," said Miss Victoria as she sat on Sherrie's bed, the bedroom door shut as a blindfolded Trent began to put himself back together, just as Andrew had done a few evenings earlier. "During that brief period when the blindfold was off, even though I made sure he was looking straight into the camera the entire time, I wanted to be sure nothing was visible in his peripheral vision that would identify you, Dr. Mathison."

Sherrie had collapsed into the chair in the bedroom, the purple dildo extracted and lying in her sink in her master bath. Dressed now only in a thin robe, she smiled in gratitude at Miss Victoria. "I have to admit, what you did tonight was amazing," she said. "You orchestrated an evening that not only provided the practice I needed with a real man as I prepare for my return to the tribe, you also created the most erotic situation I could possibly imagine."

Miss Victoria smiled knowingly.

"And now, with that video," and Sherrie's eyes glanced toward the nightstand where she had placed the memory card that Miss Victoria had taken out of her camcorder and given to her, "I am going to see it all played out again whenever I want."

"As I indicated in our call this evening, Dr. Mathison, I have taken a special interest in this assignment. It was my pleasure to be your videographer this evening. And you must not forget," the tutor said, grinning, "that I got my own satisfying orgasm out of the night's proceedings."

Sherrie could only smile.

"Perhaps one day I'll be lucky enough to find a man who will want us to do the things I did tonight," Sherrie said.

"I'm sure you will," Miss Victoria answered. "And when you do, and you succeed—as you surely will—in persuading him to surrender to your strapon, I hope you remember our lessons, especially taking to heart Trent's forthcoming revelations about how powerfully attractive a woman is who does not fear sharing her lust for good sex and exudes confidence in doing so."

Every word of Trent's explanation was captured on the video Sherrie knew she would watch many times.

"Perhaps," Miss Victoria said in a thoughtful tone as she rose to exit the bedroom on her way to pick up the duffel and guide Trent out the door after he had dressed, ". . . perhaps some kind of veiled acknowledgment in the foreword of your book would be a nod of appreciation that I could enjoy in memory of this and our two other training sessions."

Maybe it would, Sherrie thought, as she watched Miss Victoria step out into her living room and say, "Come, Trent, let me guide you back to the car." 



A College Professor's Discovery Ch. 03



The driver who had met Sherrie on her first and second arrivals at the Christchurch airport was grinning at her as he waited at baggage claim while she made her way through a throng of people, all who seemed intent on being the first to retrieve their luggage.

"Dr. Mathison! So good to see you again!" said the dark-skinned man known only as "Catchy" to Sherrie and who greeted her enthusiastically after her long flight to New Zealand. When she asked the genial man his name on her first research trip, his reply — "Just call me 'Catchy' — was of initial interest as Sherrie wondered if the game he described was also played by the tribe she had come to study. This did not turn out to be the case, and Sherrie tolerated with a smile Catchy's re-tellings of his abilities in the art of catching objects catapulted across great distances. 

The university in Auckland which received part of the research funding made the arrangements for Catchy to be her guide and transportation, and Sherrie was happy to depend on them to handle everything that ensured Catchy's assistance on each of her trips.

Catchy had developed an ease of association with Sherrie that she appreciated: not too talkative, always helpful, and always in good spirits. After dropping her off at the edge of the tribe's hunting and fishing boundary, he was always a dependable lifeline back to civilization during her time in some of the most inaccessible reaches of the beautiful island nation.

Catchy retrieved the two suitcases she'd checked, and she trundled behind him with her carry-on bags. It was only a short distance before reaching his serviceable, though well-worn, vehicle.

"You back for another two months, Miss Sherrie?" Catchy asked as they drove away from the airport on the long trip to the hotel where they would stay the night. The next morning they would head out early on the seven-hour drive into increasingly rugged terrain before reaching the remote location where Sherrie would finally be able to finish her research about the tribe.

"Only a month or so this time, Catchy," Sherrie replied, reacquainting herself with the deep blue of the New Zealand sky. "I'm only here long enough to gather information on a couple more things I need to finish my book about the tribe and their customs."

Finishing her research would include participating in the ceremony that had shocked and aroused Dr. Sherrie Mathison when she first witnessed the fascinating tribal ritual. The tribe's women, naked save for the phalluses strapped to their crotches, fondled the reverently presented male genitalia offered up by eager male tribesmen who knew the women would take their pleasure with those hard cocks as a way to ensure good hunting and good fertility.

Cock-fondling, though, was only the prelude. The climax of the ceremony, literally and figuratively, came when the women achieved orgasm as they screwed their lithe, muscular men in the ass, drilling the phallus strapped securely to their crotches repeatedly in and out of the proffered assholes exposed completely when the men reached behind themselves as they laid across the ceremonial altar and spread their cheeks wide. The exposure was a blatant invitation to the women, a request for penetration, a plea to be fucked with abandon until the females, breasts bouncing in time with their thrusts, reached shuddering and breathless release.

Everyone in the tribe had been happy to tell Sherrie that good hunting, fishing, and female fertility were always ensured by the ceremony.

If a lean year ever did come, she wondered, would that put an end to the ceremony that so fascinated and aroused her?

If the erect nipples of the women and the erect cocks of the men were any indication, to say nothing of the clearly evident orgasms both parties always experienced as a result of their reverent yet exuberant ceremony, Sherrie suspected the man-fucking would continue whether times were lean or abundant.

The virginal tribal girls who tipped the urn of lubricant at the top of the men's splayed-open furrows would watch intently as the strapon-wielding women lined up their fake cocks and then pressed insistently inside while the men squirmed and moaned underneath them.

Those demonstrations for the benefit of adolescent girls would have to continue, the anthropologist in Sherrie realized. The cultural and religious significance of the ceremony would demand it — again, in good years or in bad.

Oh, god — that first time! thought Sherrie whenever she remembered her initial viewing of the ceremony.

It had shocked her, aroused her intensely, and caused her pussy to lubricate immediately when she watched what the tribe's women did as they took obvious and intense pleasure in fucking the naked men before them. And it was clear the men were aroused just as intensely.

Their stiff cocks, bobbing between their legs as they pushed back onto the fake cocks sliding into their backsides, were clear testimony to the sexual pleasure they were taking as the receivers of their women's vigorous thrusts. The men's unbridled moans and throaty groans of pleasure were incredibly sexy sounds to Sherrie's Western-society ears, and remembering those male sounds of sexual urgency never failed to harden her nipples and moisten her pussy. When she added the memory of the women's promptings as they urged their partners toward climax, Sherrie was inevitably and almost completely distracted from anything other than a building desire to masturbate to climax, imagining herself strapped into a dildo and pushing it deep inside a naked man's upthrust and willingly displayed asshole.

There had been one or two very nearly embarrassing situations at boring college meetings after her return trip from New Zealand and back to the university to teach classes for a semester before finishing her research with the tribe on this trip. As the Chair of her department droned away about something infinitely less engaging than the sounds and pictures replaying themselves in Sherrie's mind, her daydreaming about the tribal ceremony had sometimes caused her trouble:

"Dr. Mathison? Did you hear the question?"

"Oh . . . sorry, Dr. Jones. I apologize that I was thinking about how to handle a student situation in my 207 section. Would you repeat your question, and I'll get my thoughts redirected to where they should be right now."

Sherrie offered an apologetic smile, tipped her head in submissive acknowledgment and glanced down in a well-practiced move that could buy her a better shot at forgiveness in the male-dominated world of departmental politics. And she really did try to refocus.

Is the man still looking at me? she thought, though, worried that maybe the bra and blouse she was wearing weren't sufficient to hide the taut nipples that were stubbornly perked up as a result of her daydream.

She had been thinking about what it would feel like when she grabbed the hips of one of the tribe's men and buried her strapon cock deep inside his asshole.

Sherrie somehow managed to last through that interminable semester, all the while fretting about how to become good enough at fucking a man with a strapon so that her final visit to the tribe would earn her entry into the women's confidence.

Why did seeing that have such an effect on me? she wondered. What deeply buried female desire did these highly spiritual yet joyfully spontaneous indigenous people tap into when I saw it for the first time?

Sherrie had thought long and hard about this mystery, wondering if the erotic act had always been considered natural among the tribe.

It truly seemed — from anthropological and sociological standpoints — a significant ritual in the life of the tribe. Elevating the act to ceremonial status must be some indication that both the women and the men considered it important that women take their pleasure in this manner.

Do they know something about female sexuality that we jaded and "civilized" women have forgotten? Sherrie often wondered. 

Do the women do this only during the ceremony, or do they use their strapons as a regular part of sexual intercourse? Sherrie had mused on many occasions. Getting the answer was important to completing her research for the book. Indeed, that answer would be a key revelation about tribal society.

And it would be on this trip that she would learn the answer if her practice sessions had resulted in Sherrie now being good enough at using a fake cock strapped to her crotch to make a man come as she stroked the shaft repeatedly in and out of his asshole.

Until she participated in the ceremony and proved her man-fucking abilities, the tribe's women had remained strangely silent whenever Sherrie asked about the ritual or anything related to it. In spite of the months of living in the village, being accepted in so many other ways as someone much more than an outsider who came to learn about them, the women remained adamant that they never spoke of certain issues with the girls in the tribe until after their passage to adulthood had been signified with her initial act of man-fucking in the tribal ceremony.

Sherrie would not get any answers about the religious origins of the ceremony or about sex between husband and wife until after she went through the same initiation as the adolescent girls when they proved they were ready to take a husband. With no other outsider ever having witnessed the ritual — something the tribe's women emphasized repeatedly when they allowed her to watch — it was important to Sherrie on a personal level to perform well so as not to disappoint the women. She would not want them to regret that they took her into their confidence.

And Sherrie certainly did not want to disappoint the man she would be screwing!

The thought of giving him a powerful orgasm was just too delicious!

The anthropologist in her realized how much depended on learning the philosophy that undergirded the ceremony and the act of female-on-male penetration during sexual activity, but Sherrie needed to satisfy whatever primal urge had been awakened in her.

She needed to find out if the women were as turned on about fucking their men as she was about the thought of doing the same thing.

Her last visit was supposed to have included her own public performance. Scared witless about doing it — the women would never share anything with a grown woman they deemed an inexperienced and clumsy man-fucker — Sherrie had concocted the excuse that her own man-fucking phallus was left at home, and she would bring it on her next trip because the device was different from theirs.

Her quick thinking garnered at least some grudging indulgence from the women. They wanted to see this "different" kind of man-fucking tool for themselves, so they granted Sherrie dispensation, saying they would look forward to her return, her performance, and then sharing with her the tribal thinking about the ceremony.

But only IF Sherrie was deemed competent in screwing a naked, eager, opened man in his willingly presented, completely exposed asshole.

And she would have to do this in a way that brought both her male and herself to deeply satisfying, intense orgasms.

Shit! How on earth did I get myself into this? thought Sherrie as she returned to the States.

And that was why Dr. Sherrie Mathison, respected professor of anthropology at a prestigious American university, had engaged the services of "Miss Victoria," a "sensuous domme" who agreed to provide three tutoring sessions in how to fuck a man in the asshole with a strapon cock.

* * *

Only a few nights from tonight, thought Sherrie as she slid between the sheets of the hotel bed, I will be naked in front of the tribe's women, my feeldoe dildo snugged inside my pussy and strapped securely in place.

The thought sent a shiver through her as she adjusted the cover.

The next thought was inevitable: The naked tribal male, strong, lithe, a glorious ass muscled by the activities of hunting and building, bent over before her, lying across the ceremonial altar, his hands gripping the cheeks of his ass and spreading them open to her gaze as his balls hung heavy and his stiff cock bobbed beneath him.

Incredibly arousing!

Delectable!

So very, very inviting!

The thought always moistened Sherrie's pussy.

Then, the next thought: The lubricant poured at the top of his ass crack, slowly rolling down to his puckered opening, glistening in the light and inviting her finger to slide into the center of his asshole.

She would do just that, feeling him open for her, sliding in deep and then back out to gather more of the lube and push in again, this time rotating her finger to spread the slippery substance around the inside of his snug rectum, preparing him.

She would add a second finger and repeat the procedure, hearing his moans, seeing the goose bumps rise on the backs of his thighs.

Sherrie had watched numerous times as the women displayed their talents in all aspects of the preparation, the taking, the coming, including the always sensuous, always careful and thorough preparation of the male's surrendered opening.

Her pussy always got very, very wet seeing the men squirm, moan, and shudder in pleasure as the women's fingers prepared them for the longer, thicker, and more deeply filling penetrations that were to come.

Damn! Why had I never even thought of this? she scolded herself on more than one occasion. It was simply too delicious, too easy to prompt an intense sexual release, NOT to have enjoyed this fantasy before.

But then her anthropologist self would always provide the obvious answer: it just wasn't a cultural norm in Western society. Neither Sherrie nor any young girl in America that Sherrie knew about grew up with shared wisdom from mothers or older sisters or aunts about sex with a man naturally including the occasional strapon fuck that brought both partners to deeply satisfying orgasms.

And god knows that boys in America didn't grow up with masturbatory fantasies of surrendering their assholes to sexy women who would fuck them silly until their hard cocks shot gobs of cum. Even Sherrie's limited history of sexual encounters with men would have tipped her off if this had been the case. 

But then, just as naturally as the rational, academic, scientific anthropologist in her served up its here's-the-reason explanation, the too-often buried, still-blossoming, naturally sexy woman in her pushed aside her research self in order to return to the pleasures of mentally watching — of imagining her own participation in — the erotic delights of strapon man-fucking.

Restless in the hotel bed, Sherrie knew what would happen before she drifted to sleep.

She would masturbate as she remembered what she had done to prepare for this all-important final visit to the tribe about which she was writing her book.

That dizzying, insanely erotic stretch of days when she received a crash course in how to fuck a man with a strapon cock was less than a month in the past, but Sherrie still had to reassure herself that it had really happened. She still had a difficult time believing that she had arranged to learn from an expert who would provide her with multiple men to practice on and who would coach her through a journey from rank novice to sufficient proficiency to satisfy the most important panel of judges she would ever face.

The ultimate success of her research and her book depended on finding out the tribe's beliefs about the ritual and their practices between husband and wife. If Sherrie was judged a clumsy man-fucker who, at her age in life was inexperienced with men, then the women in the tribe would dismiss her as unworthy of full-blown womanhood.

She would never complete the most important research for her book — the part that would allow her to convey the cultural beliefs and identity that made this tribe unique. 

But her spot in academic lore would be guaranteed if she performed well in that ceremony. The tribal women would take her into their confidence and share what would become the blockbuster revelations in her research.

Fail as a man-fucker, and Sherrie would still have to produce a book, but it would be a little-read treatise that advanced her academic career only modestly.

Sherrie was determined not to fail at the act which would make the difference between a highly praised academic publication and an also-ran. In spite of her relative inexperience with men, in spite of the fact that she had never — EVER — even imagined such a thing as plunging a strapon cock into a man's lubricated asshole before witnessing the tribal ceremony, in spite of everything that WAS Dr. Sherrie Mathison, she found a way to practice the fine art of strapon man-fucking before returning to the tribe.

And so, over the course of only a few days, Miss Victoria had brought 'round three insanely sexy men, each of whom had stripped naked in Sherrie's townhome and enjoyed — LOVED! — everything that she and Miss Victoria did to them, all the while ensuring beyond doubt that none of the "practice squad" ever learned anything about Sherrie.

It was critically important that these men NEVER have any idea who Sherrie was, where she lived, or why she had engaged the services of the woman who was bringing them to some unknown location where they would be told to strip, to assume whatever position the inventive tutor Miss Victoria would tell them to assume, and then to obediently spread themselves open in preparation for another woman to lubricate their assholes as a prelude to fucking them in the ass with her strapon phallus while she played with their cocks, their heavy balls, their tight butts . . . well, Miss Victoria was most thorough in her coaching!

And that was the thought that just pushed Sherrie over the edge. Her tummy fluttered each time she replayed opening the door of her townhome to reveal Miss Victoria and whichever of the men Sherrie had chosen for the fantasy she was about to surrender to.

If the fantasy man was Andrew — her first man-fuck — remembering the intoxicating cocktail of her extreme nervousness mixed with the incredible realization that, yes, she was going to see the man completely naked save for his blindfold in only a few minutes, inevitably caused her clit to engorge.

Ah, yes. Andrew. God! He looked so-o-o-o-o very good naked. His cock was beautiful, and the sight of that pretty pink shaft rising to full hardness and pointing to the ceiling as Miss Victoria kissed him . . . well, that was something Sherrie knew she would never be able to erase from the visual archives of her memory.

And why on Earth would she ever want to?

If the fantasy was Trent, the swimmer and the second of Sherrie's "practice men," the thought of what Miss Victoria had orchestrated with him during the session would always produce intense orgasms. Good lord! Miss Victoria video recorded Sherrie stroking her strapon into him after that sexy man had told them in explicit and glorious detail precisely why he was so intensely aroused by the thought, and the act, of a woman fucking him in the ass and why he loved the fact that the woman was turned on by doing it to him.

Sherrie adored that video. It was on her laptop in a password-protected folder named, "Statistical analysis - Solter project," and in the days following the encounter with Trent she had opened that folder — what? — three times? Four times? Twenty?

Only once did she access that insanely arousing video with her laptop's high-definition output cabled to the big-screen TV in the living room of her townhome. Hearing Trent's groans through the sound system, seeing the shaft of her strapon sliding into his eager asshole, watching her naked breasts bounce as she fucked him while he squirmed and moaned beneath her — all on a big screen, in high-definition, and in full-color as it had occurred right there in her living room! — was so intensely erotic that it almost frightened her.




A College Professor's Discovery Ch. 03



Sherrie knew she would hook that cable up again . . .

But tonight, in this New Zealand hotel room, it was going to be fantasy Jason, the third male that Miss Victoria had brought for Sherrie's strapon practice.

Tall, dark, handsome Jason whose cocoa skin, tapered torso, and high, firm ass would also stay forever in Sherrie's memory.

Tonight, her fingers would stroke her clit as she replayed her third tutoring session with Miss Victoria.

Tonight, Dr. Sherrie Mathison, anthropologist and rising academic star in the staid world of university research publications, would lose herself completely in a specific set of memories. Those memories would be of the things she did, naked and strapped into a dildo that she enjoyed having between her legs, as she played shamelessly and in complete abandonment to her own sexual pleasure with the "tall drink of chocolate whose sexy moans alone will make you come" — the description her tutor had given the first time she spoke of the man brought to Sherrie's townhome for the final rehearsal.

One hand wandered to her left breast, thumb and forefinger moving naturally into position to pinch and tug her already stiff nipple. The other hand moved to her crotch as she spread her legs, allowing easy access for stimulation.

Sherrie launched the memory of her final tutoring session.

* * *

As it had on the two previous occasions, the doorbell's chime jolted Sherrie from her nervous ritual of walking between bedroom and living room, glancing around at everything, checking repeatedly that all was in readiness as requested by Miss Victoria.

It was at least a little bit different this time. Sherrie had more confidence that she would perform the act without clumsiness.

All that practice with her strapon had paid off, both during her masturbatory sessions thrusting into the sex toy recommended by Miss Victoria and during the two previous occasions when Sherrie had fucked the men her tutor had brought for that purpose. Sherrie was more secure with her ability to consummate this sexy act in a manner that was not only acceptable, but with some degree of proficiency.

Maybe I'll be able to participate in the tribal ceremony and look like I know what I'm doing, she thought, nervously smiling to herself as she straightened the simple top she wore over a favorite pair of comfortable jeans.

But no matter what discovery she would have made about herself in the last few months, no matter what effect her first exposure to the act of a woman strapon-fucking a man would have produced, Dr. Sherrie Mathison would always be a scientist. She would always be an anthropologist eager to create new knowledge in her field. Even if she had been completely turned off by the act, she still would have practiced it in order to be good enough at it to impress the tribe's women and be taken into their confidence.

It was a wonderful side benefit that she discovered immediately that she loved it.

The fact that her research literally demanded that she learn how to bring both herself to climax as well the man she would be stroking into with her strapon cock was — finally, blessedly — pay-back for all the shit she had endured as a female scientist playing the academic research game in a male-dominated field.

I deserve every single second of blissed-out orgasmic self-indulgence I can possibly endure as a reward for what I've put up with at the university, she thought.

Tonight, she would take more of that bliss as she continued her mental replay of the session with Jason and Miss Victoria . . ..

The appointed time having arrived, and given her tutor's punctuality on the prior two occasions, Sherrie knew who had rung her doorbell. The habit of checking first through the door's peephole, though, was hard-wired, and she verified that it was, indeed, Miss Victoria and the male who would surrender himself to every stroke of her strapon man-fucking practice this evening.

Yes, it was her tutor, jet-black hair framing her extraordinarily beautiful face. Miss Victoria carried two bags, and next to her stood a tall black man, hair close cropped and strong jaw line evident even through the fish-eye effect of the peephole lens.

It was evening and the porchlight was off, as usual. The thoughtful suggestion from Miss Victoria minimized the possibility that neighbors would see her arrival and potentially inquire about it later. The weak illumination from a streetlight at the corner of the block, however, meant Sherrie couldn't discern much else about "Jason."

As on both prior visits, Miss Victoria had blindfolded the man she brought along for the training session. He stood next to the "sensuous domme" who had taken Sherrie under her wing, sharing not only advice about how to do this outrageous thing really, really well, but also providing insights about the mental aspects of the act.

Miss Victoria had clearly taken a special interest in her tutoring, going beyond mere teacher to become something close to a mentor. The woman had shared with Sherrie her own sense of loss at the dissolution of the relationship with her man — the man whom she had loved, made love with, and fucked to glorious climax at the end of the strapon he had bought for her as a special gift.

And tonight Miss Victoria would share even more intimate revelations as she tutored Sherrie using Jason as the demonstration male.

Closing the door after silently ushering them in, Sherrie went immediately into student mode, smiling at Miss Victoria briefly before darting her gaze quickly to Jason. Knowing how much sexual pleasure she was going to take in the coming hours as she toyed with him, she was as fascinated by this man as she had been by the other two men her tutor had brought for strapon practice.

Why did they do it? Why would these gorgeous guys pay a woman like Miss Victoria to plunge her strapon into their willingly proffered assholes? Further, why would they also allow the woman they were paying for that privilege to take them to an unknown location where a different woman did the same thing to them?

Does it feel THAT good? Sherrie wondered, endlessly fascinated with the male perspective on the act. Or is it that, no matter whether it's a mind-blowing pleasure trip or only just the need to scratch some kind of sexual itch, they can't find any women who will do this with them?

Having made her own discovery, Sherrie knew she'd volunteer to be such a woman any day of the week!

But she understood that asking a woman to fuck you in the ass with a strapon dildo was clearly not something that a guy would bring up on a first date. 

I can only trust Miss Victoria's insights, Sherrie mused as she looked at Jason, knowing what she would be doing to him this evening. It's not just the physical sensations generated in a man's anus — all manner of butt plugs and self-pleasuring techniques must be available to an inventive man to produce such feelings.

Sherrie smiled to herself, the idea of watching a guy do that momentarily threatening to hijack her train of thought as she eagerly anticipated the night's activities.

Would a guy ever let me watch him doing that? she wondered, her nipples tingling at the thought. What would that be like? Good lord! Seeing him slide down on some toy and stroke his cock while he looked into my eyes, squirming on the toy and preparing himself for me to take him, knowing that he was doing this incredibly sexy thing specifically to arouse me, to get me so hot to fuck him that I would . . .

Sherrie shook herself back to the incredible reality standing in her living room, one which she would soon see completely naked save for his blindfold. 

Why would Jason be doing this?

It's not that these men are gay, she knew. Finding other men who would do to them what I'm going to do tonight would be easy, Sherrie thought, admiring Jason's good looks (even partially obscured by the blindfold) and sexy body.

No, it must be as Miss Victoria had described it:

For men who had discovered the pleasure of BEING fucked, there must be true difficulties in finding women who would provide that heterosexual experience with an understanding and appreciation of the intense physical and psychological pleasure it can create for both partners. Such men must be forced to seek out substitutes, and for those not satisfied with self-stimulation, paying a woman who would only be a service provider and never a lover was at least better than settling for plunging a dildo into their own assholes.

So even though contracted-for, paid-for strapon sex would never match the true joy that Miss Victoria had said was part of strapon play between committed partners in which the woman wanted to please the man as much as he wanted to please her, maybe Andrew and Trent and Jason simply could not find women who were into creating such sexual pleasure. 

Sherrie was learning about how this sexy act could create physical pleasure! She wondered if she would ever find a man who would surrender both his firm backside and his heart to her and still be the masculine, loving protector and mate that she so much wanted to find.

That must be incredible, Sherrie thought. It must be fantastic to give a man who is also your lover such fantastic physical pleasure.

The reasons that men enjoyed surrendering to a strapon fucking aside, maybe the most important lesson her tutor had taught her was that the enjoyments of man-fucking would intensify with each inhibition that Sherrie dropped.

It had taken a lot of soul-searching over the past few days for her to work through a myriad of issues that had erected steel-door barriers to deserving sexual pleasure. The delightful outcome, however, meant that Sherrie was now truly enjoying herself as she gazed blatantly and lustfully at the blindfolded man in her living room.

She wanted him naked immediately.

"Jason, the lady who is going to make herself feel incredibly good this evening as you provide her access to every inch of your body is a special friend," said Miss Victoria, strolling into the kitchen with her two bags, one of which Sherrie knew held a bottle of wine, the other containing lube, harness, dildo, and anything else the tutor brought along for her demonstration and pleasure. "As I explained earlier this evening, she's going to watch us when I fuck you, coaching her about how to intensify the pleasure, and then she's going to fuck you, too," the woman said, calling out over her shoulder as she pulled the bottle of wine from the bag and placed it on the kitchen table.

Sherrie realized, of course, what Miss Victoria was doing. On both previous occasions, her tutor had ramped up the eroticism of the evening by making shocking statements sound matter of fact.

Yes, thought Sherrie, that's it, Miss Victoria. Tease him and tease me. I love the thought of fucking this man in his ass, and as a third-timer this evening, I just might finally be confident and practiced enough to be beyond any worries or self-conscious restraint.

"Jason and I will both enjoy ourselves," said Miss Victoria, grinning at Sherrie as she walked back to stand next to Jason, "and I know beyond any shadow of doubt that you are really going to enjoy yourself." She crossed her arms, looked at Sherrie, then imitated what her pupil had done only moments before: she surveyed Jason thoroughly, top to bottom.

Sherrie noticed Miss Victoria's lips part slightly as she looked at the blindfolded man next to her. Those lips pursed as the woman exhaled softly before she sealed them together to enable a sexy sound: "Mmmmm, Jason, you are going to look so very sexy standing there naked as we look at you."

Sherrie's nipples throbbed at those words. She had been intensely, unavoidably aroused as she waited for Miss Victoria to arrive for her third and final practice session. Hearing what her tutor had just said made her even more sexually eager. 

Before the last few days, when she'd fucked two men in the ass with a strapon dildo, toying with both of them as she followed her teacher's gentle suggestions, Sherrie had slept with only a few men. None of them had been very giving sexually.

None of them had been anywhere near the physical specimens that Andrew, Trent, and Jason were.

And none of them had been black.

Tell him to strip! Sherrie thought impatiently.

Miss Victoria moved in close to Jason's side. She motioned Sherrie to the other. Planting one hand on Jason's butt, she cooed into his ear: "I love your tight butt, Jason. I'll bet my pupil does, too."

Sherrie took the cue instantly. She dropped a hand behind the man and gripped his ass firmly as Miss Victoria moved her own hand away to saunter back to the kitchen and retrieve the bag she needed to prepare herself for her role as instructor. The woman was dressed simply this evening, a distinct difference from the other evenings when she had come in her "working attire," and Sherrie wondered for a second what could be in the bag.

If it was any kind of clothing, there would be precious little of it.

"Drop your pants for the lady, Jason," Miss Victoria said, easing toward the bedroom door as Sherrie relaxed her grip on Jason's flank so he could follow directions. "I think the lady would like to examine you while I strap into the cock that you adore having plunged inside your cute little pucker."

Her breath catching in her throat at her tutor's words — the woman was leaving her alone with the man who was already unzipping — Sherrie watched, entranced, as Jason obediently completed his assigned task.

His pants dropped to the floor, jumbled at his ankles.

As with Andrew and Trent, he wore no underwear. "I like them that way when we drive over," Miss Victoria had told her. "They must work at restraining their thoughts so they don't soil the crotches of their slacks with pre-cum, and I think that makes them more eager to experience what they pay me for when we arrive."

Sherrie's hand reflexively jumped to her mouth, stifling a moan. 

He was gorgeous.

At least, the muscled cheeks of his ass, peeking from the bottom of his shirt, and the cock that hung from his crotch were beautiful. Sherrie was eager to see the rest.

She reached to his chest and tugged on a button, sending an unmistakable message about what he was to do next. As with Andrew and Trent, Sherrie never spoke. It was one of the safeguards, along with the blindfold, to ensure that none of these men ever had an inkling of who she was.

He unbuttoned, still standing in place with his slacks at his ankles, and then he shrugged off the shirt, letting it fall behind him.

Oh, sweet Jesus! thought Sherrie. Those abs and that chest. Oh, Jason, you are straight from the fantasies I've had ever since Miss Victoria told me she was bringing over a delicious chocolate treat.

Miss Victoria was still in her bedroom, and Sherrie suspected that her tutor had planned every bit of this interaction.

She always did.

Comforted by that thought, Sherrie placed her hands around Jason's thigh and urged it upward, indicating that he was to step out of his slacks. After toeing off his slip-on shoes, he did just that. Sherrie bent down to pick up pants, shirt, and shoes, and moved them quickly out of the way.

Jason was completely naked before her.

The inhibitions of her former self would never have allowed what Sherrie did next. But, then, Dr. Sherrie Mathison's former self had been taught some valuable lessons in the last few days. One of them was that it was enormously gratifying to surrender to one's natural impulses.

She stepped in front of Jason, closed her fist around his cock, and simply enjoyed everything about the act of holding a naked man's penis in her hand. As she hoped, the reaction it produced was a delight. His cock began to grow, and Sherrie loosened her grip a bit, sending the signal that he was to allow his excitement to mount, allow himself to display his naked, masculine pride at presenting her a sturdy toy of sexual enticement and pleasure.

Sherrie reached her other hand to his balls, cupping them as she looked down at the arousing sight: she was fondling him, his erection growing in response. It was so very satisfying to know that she was causing such a reaction in this handsome, buffed, sexy man.

Her former self would never have considered such a possibility. Tonight, the thought of doing it was instant, natural, exciting, and pleasurable. 

Sherrie toyed with him. From the first hint of eagerness in his warm cock nestled in her grasp to the taut, stiff evidence of his complete excitement, she savored the erotic satisfactions of triggering Jason's erection, his shaft pulsing with each heartbeat.

It felt divine.

The smooth, almost velvety texture of the head of his cock was so tempting. The thrill of feeling him become hard in her grasp, knowing that he was sexually stimulated because of what she was doing, was so arousing.

And the fascinating feel and warmth of the male scrotum were recent discoveries — not something that Sherrie would have thought to hold such fascinations before her tutoring, but so pleasurable now that Jason was the third man in only a few days whose ball sac was presented for her enjoyment along with every other inch of his body. 

It was exciting to palm his balls, to manipulate his orbs tenderly in their sac, to feel their weight and their warmth.

By now Miss Victoria should certainly have had time to complete her preparations, yet the bedroom door remained closed.

Sherrie smiled to herself. Tutor was signaling to pupil a level of trust in the student's proficiency. It was a nod of acknowledgment that Sherrie was a good learner.

Proceeding in her newfound sense of ease with enjoying sex and men — at least with blindfolded men who would never see her or know who she was — Sherrie released her grip on Jason's cock, noting with satisfaction its stiff state of arousal. Caressing his balls gently before releasing them, she moved her face close to his chest, drinking in the smell of him. She couldn't resist swirling the tip of her tongue across his collarbone, eliciting a slight jolt of surprise at first contact.

Teasing a naked and blindfolded man was so-o-o-o-o naughty!

It was so-o-o-o-o fun!

It was an easy and natural thing to slide one hand down his rib cage, noting with satisfaction how doing so caused his cock to bob, the lovely cocoa shaft so stiff at attention for her.

For me! Sherrie marveled. Mere weeks ago and she would have never in her wildest dreams imagined herself doing this. 

This ass, Jason, she thought, her hand sliding further down to rest on his hip briefly before traveling behind to caress one cheek, is mine tonight. I can't wait to spread you open.

She stepped behind him for better access and a better view.

Lovely. Absolutely stunning, and oh, so, very, very arousing! Sherrie mused, her gaze traveling from the man's firm glutes up to his narrow waist and then on up the flare of his back as it widened to strong shoulders.

The total package was mouth-watering, but Sherrie's eyes quickly darted back down to look at his strong, firm, rounded ass. 

Abandoning herself to impulse, she nudged the inside of one thigh with her knee to indicate he was to spread his legs apart farther. Jason complied. When his stance was opened sufficiently for her, Sherrie pressed one hand between his shoulder blades, sending the message that he was to bend forward. 

Miss Victoria must have put him in this position on numerous occasions, noted Sherrie as she watched him automatically lean forward, stiff-arming the carpet in order to present his nude butt high and accessible. Everything about his actions aroused Sherrie: the visual of his incredible, naked body; the way his cock and ball sac jiggled and bounced with his movements; the sight of him in the position he assumed and how it sent such an exciting invitation to her.




A College Professor's Discovery Ch. 03



Maybe most arousing of all was the eagerness with which he demonstrated his willingness to please her sexually, to excite her and give her the erotic thrills that would feel so very good to her.

But maybe not. Maybe the most exciting thing was the knowledge of what she was about to do to him.

Jason surprised her with the perfect clit-tingling detail:

"Is this a good position for you to play with me?" he asked.

As Miss Victoria obviously lingered in the bedroom on purpose, this was the first time Sherrie had been alone with a practice man. Before, Miss Victoria had always coached the man, asking him to answer her questions, tell Sherrie his thoughts. Now, alone with Jason as he was nude and bent over in front of her, he asked if she liked seeing him like this.

These men pay her for this? Sherrie thought, incredulous yet again that men like Jason came to the "sensuous domme" and willingly indulged her (as well as themselves) in such erotically mind-blowing activities.

Was he being purposefully naughty? Surely Miss Victoria had told Jason that Sherrie would never speak, that he was never to know who she was.

Without thinking (and congratulating herself for NOT thinking after she did it), Sherrie gave him a reminder about guidelines for the evening's activity.

She popped him with an open palm on one cheek, noting with satisfaction the surprised grunt from Jason's throat. Then she cupped his balls, nestling them in her palm and handling them as though she were gingerly testing the ripeness of a small, exotic orange: just a tiny, tiny caress and squeeze, so-o-o-o gentle, barely perceptible — tender but with a playful reminder about his vulnerability before her.

He moaned, her hand still closed lightly about his balls as she fondled them, toyed with them.

It was fantastic!

"I see you're reminding Jason about the rules," Miss Victoria said, startling Sherrie from her focus on what she and the naked man bent over in front of her had been doing for the last few minutes. "He's playful sometimes, but he won't trespass."

Sherrie released his balls and straightened, turning toward Miss Victoria.

"One of the things I adore about Jason is his own inventiveness in adding to my pleasure," her tutor said, smiling at Sherrie. "He finds ways to please that are delightful, yet he always knows the fine line of distinction between a naughty, exciting tease and going too far."

Miss Victoria was naked except for the fake cock strapped to her crotch. It swayed seductively as she strode to stand in front of Jason, tossing the lube and towel she was carrying to the sofa before issuing a one-word directive to Jason: "Knees."

The nude male buckled his legs from the bent-over position that Sherrie had placed him in. He effortlessly pushed himself upright so that he was on his knees, hands at his side, cock erect, and a small grin evident beneath his blindfold.

Miss Victoria's nipples were hard, areolae dimpled, her own anticipation of sexual pleasure on display as she stood confident yet eager in Sherrie's living room. She extended one forefinger to Jason's lips, running her fingertip across them before pushing her finger into his mouth.

The act was so suggestive, so erotic. Sherrie watched, entranced, as Jason did to Miss Victoria's finger what Sherrie was dying to do to his cock.

He sucked it, licked it, made love to it with his mouth, tongue, and lips.

"There have been evenings," Miss Victoria said, watching Jason's mouth suck her finger inside, "that he has been instructed to make sure my finger was thoroughly wet and dripping so that the preparation would mix with the lube I'd already spread on his asshole. The extra wetness on my finger is an arousing reminder to me of how eager he is for me to finger-fuck him."

God! thought Sherrie, she's going to verbally tease the man — and me — again this evening. 

Sherrie loved it when the woman did that. One of the lessons Miss Victoria always emphasized was that Sherrie should explore and enjoy every avenue of sexual titillation and pleasure she could imagine as she dropped her inhibitions about initiating sex with a man. Talking dirty was so foreign to Sherrie at the start of her tutelage that she would never — EVER — have even thought about doing it.

Now, during her third tutoring session, she looked forward to hearing Miss Victoria's practiced and smooth delivery as she verbally teased Jason (and Sherrie!) with commentary, instructions, and questions that inevitably ratcheted up the anticipation of the man's surrender to penetration and both partners' orgasmic release.

A sexy moan rumbled from Jason's chest.

"But there have been other evenings when he's been the one to lubricate both the fake cock strapped to my crotch and his own asshole," Miss Victoria said, looking at Sherrie with a conspiratorial smile. "I like watching his eagerness to be taken as he prepares himself, and sometimes I stretch that exciting visual out, entranced by how he does it, by how he spreads the lube and pushes it inside. That always make me really wet."

Sherrie swallowed hard. The scene Miss Victoria was painting played out in vivid detail on the screen of her imagination. It was confirmation satisfying Sherrie's excited curiosity about whether watching a man prepare himself to be taken anally would be arousing.

"A man eager to be fucked, eager to be prepared for the fucking, and lubing himself up for my thrusts is almost as exciting as doing that intimate act to him myself," Sherrie's tutor said, finally pulling her finger from Jason's mouth. "But tonight, I'll let you prepare him," she said, dragging her finger across Jason's cheek before cupping his chin and placing her other hand on the back of his head.

Sherrie instantly held her breath. What Miss Victoria was doing sent an unmistakable message: she was going to push her strapon cock into the man's mouth.

"I adore seeing this," Miss Victoria purred, and she placed the tip of her strapon at Jason's lips. "Open."

Oh. My. God. thought Sherrie, entranced.

He parted his lips, and Miss Victoria slid an inch of her fake cock into his mouth. 

His lips sealed around it.

"He can deep throat for me, and I just love that," Sherrie's tutor said as she pushed another inch into Jason's mouth, still holding his head. "If a man surrenders to your strapon in a way that shows you he's worked at pleasing you, at overcoming his own limitations and even his former hang-ups and silly misconceptions, well, that is a truly exceptional gentleman."

Another inch disappeared inside Jason's mouth. Sherrie was fascinated, incredibly turned on, and desperately anticipating more of this nasty, sexy, and somehow oddly yet convincingly tender scene. She remembered to breathe, quietly and carefully, not wanting to spoil even the minutest degree of the clit-hardening lesson Miss Victoria was orchestrating for her.

"It took him a while to get there," Miss Victoria said, releasing her hold on Jason's head in order to place her hands gently about his ears, another act that sent a tidal wave of sexual anticipation in Sherrie's direction.

The visual was riveting: Jason, completely nude and on his knees in front of Miss Victoria, his cock erect and pulsing in excitement; she holding his head as she slipped her fake cock between his lips, looking down at the sight of her shaft disappearing inside his mouth.

Jason's throbbing erection testified to his intense arousal. He wasn't being used. He was taking his own sexual satisfaction in pleasing the woman who would fuck him.

Sherrie didn't know how she would avoid an orgasm if she saw the shaft of Miss Victoria's strapon slide completely down Jason's throat. The act would signify his total surrender to pleasuring the woman who wanted to play with him for the explicit purpose of sexual gratification.

"But he worked at it in order to arouse me," Miss Victoria continued, gently pressing another inch into his mouth, "and I'll never forget the first time I saw this."

There. Right there, thought Sherrie, juices flooding her pussy in a mini-orgasm as Jason slid forward on Miss Victoria's strapon in order to seal his lips around the base of the shaft protruding from her crotch.

Will I ever be lucky enough to find a man who would do that for me?

Jason withdrew, nostrils flaring in a big breath as Miss Victoria's strapon emerged from his mouth. She quickly grabbed the base of the shaft and tugged the dildo upward, a movement that Sherrie knew was nudging the bulb end of the V-shaped toy against the woman's G-spot. Miss Victoria came quickly, shuddering as she arched up on tip-toe in reaction to her orgasm.

"Share," gasped the tutor, between recovery breaths as she came down from the high of her orgasm. It was obviously another one-word command arranged ahead of time, prompting Jason to speak. Miss Victoria walked shakily to the sofa and slumped onto it, breathing heavily.

"There's the incredible sexual pleasure of being fucked in the ass by Miss Victoria's strapon," he said, still on his knees, his cock still stiff and pulsing. "But there's also the mind-trip pleasure of getting her off, of doing whatever I think will arouse her."

His sexy baritone voice was silky smooth.

Sherrie quickly pulled off the loose top she had been wearing. Knowing from previous sessions what to expect, she had worn no bra. Jason's description had her desperate to tug on her distended nipples. She was dying to feel that ripple of pleasure that stimulating her nipples always produced.

He continued. "I thought that seeing me deep-throat her strapon might excite her, so I practiced on one of the toys I had, all the while thinking of how much she might get off seeing it." He dropped a hand to his stiff cock and began to stroke himself slowly as he continued, a sight that in itself was fascinating and arousing and which demanded Sherrie's full attention. "It almost made me come when I heard her gasp and looked up into her eyes the first time I deep-throated her strapon."

Both Jason and Miss Victoria seemed to savor his story, she languidly rolling a nipple between her thumb and forefinger while semi-reclining on Sherrie's sofa, he now eased back on his haunches, knees spread apart, and shamelessly stroking his gorgeous erection.

"I still masturbate to the memory of turning her on so much by doing it, and I like to invent new fantasies in which I tease her by telling her I'm going to take her fake cock completely down my throat to prove how much I want to make her wet and hot and desperate to come."

Jason stopped the motion of his fist up and down his throbbing cock, clearly at a point where continuing would risk his own orgasm.

Yes, that's it, you lovely man, thought Sherrie, still tugging at her hard nipples. Tell us how much you want to sexually please a woman! 

What Jason was describing was like the best possible combination of the raunchiest sex imaginable mixed into a deeply satisfying romance novel. The combination was more than intoxicating; it was addictive.

Finally stirring from her satisfied release, Miss Victoria straightened on the sofa and smiled first at the sight of Jason, his cock now visibly throbbing in arousal as his position displayed it completely to her gaze, and then at Sherrie, nodding her head slightly in Jason's direction.

"He is gorgeous like that, don't you think?" she asked with a wicked grin. "I'd wager his excited cock is just as hard as the shaft of my toy."

A fake cock, though, could never throb the way Jason's real cock was doing as the two women took their pleasure at the sight of him. He was a master of self-control if the bobbing dick between his spread legs were any indication of how close to orgasm he had teased himself. A large, glistening droplet of pre-cum had oozed from the head of his cock and was clinging to the underside of his shaft as it made its way languidly down toward his testicles.

A brief look of concern flitted across Miss Victoria's face, and she pushed herself to her feet. "Was it here that you keep your camera?" she asked Sherrie, pointing to the drawer of an end table next to Sherrie's favorite reading chair. "You undoubtedly want some nice pictures of Jason as he's completely naked with his beautiful and exciting erection so nicely on display for us, no?" 

Silly question, thought Sherrie, but truly appreciative that it had been asked. Hearing it, and realizing what it portended, excited her.

Miss Victoria had found Sherrie's camera. She walked to Sherrie, her strapon cock still glistening at the tip from the wetness Jason's mouth and throat had deposited there.

"Jason knows he will be a photographic subject tonight," she said, the shaft of her dildo again swaying with the motion of her hips as she stepped in front of Sherrie to hand her the camera. "He's aware that part of our bargain tonight is his pleasure in exchange for ours as well as your additional, repeated pleasure in the future as you look at his pictures."

As with practice man Number Two, this session would produce photographic evidence of a naked, gorgeous male with his stiff erection on complete display for Sherrie.

Smiling, Miss Victoria lowered her voice and said, "I have a modest collection of photos of Jason in which he's nude, erect, and on total display for me. It serves me quite well from time to time as I masturbate and look at his lovely cock and balls, remembering how delightful they feel in my hands. The pictures of him smiling for me as he spreads himself open to show me where I plunge my strapon are also quite compelling."

Miss Victoria had chosen the volume of her voice perfectly. The softer statement implied a confidence she was sharing with her pupil, but her words were still loud enough for Jason to hear.

Sherrie noticed his cock bob and a little shudder pulse through his body when Miss Victoria spoke of masturbating to his pictures.

A true master mentor, Miss Victoria read Sherrie's thoughts when she noticed Sherrie's quick intake of breath upon seeing Jason's reaction.

"I don't think he's necessarily an exhibitionist. I think he just adores the thought of making me hot and wet. Let's ask him if it excites him to think about me masturbating to his naked pictures."

The tutor smiled at Sherrie, then turned to Jason and squatted before him in order to be in a comfortable position to extend her hand and trace a fingertip up and down the length of his throbbing shaft. A quick glance in Sherrie's direction indicated that what she was doing would make for a nice photo.

"Does it excite you to know that a woman enjoys seeing you naked, Jason? Does it get you hard when you think a woman might actually be aroused enough looking at pictures of you naked and erect to want to masturbate, to stroke her clit, to stimulate herself to orgasm?"

This woman must continually practice talking dirty, thought Sherrie, flicking on the camera, thankful that its auto-focus would allow her own focus to be on the sum total of what she was hearing and seeing. She was enormously turned on by the question Miss Victoria had asked Jason. The thought of it — a man becoming aroused merely by knowing that a woman was gazing at his picture, erect and naked for her — was so sexy!

"Do you like it that the lady is going to take pictures of you like this and then look at them later while she masturbates?"

Jason's breath caught in his throat as Miss Victoria cradled his stiff cock into her palm and she began rubbing her thumb up and down across the sensitive bundle of nerves underneath the plum-like head, using his pre-cum as lubricant for the sexy act.

It was another photo-op that Sherrie could not miss.

Click. Click.

"Tell us whether you'll enjoy knowing that from now on it won't just be me; there will now be two women with pictures of your nude body, of your stiff dick, of you playing with yourself. Will you like it that when we look at those pictures we'll know how much you adored taking our strapon cocks up your ass, what your moans sounded like as we fucked you? Does it arouse you to think that seeing you naked gets us so hot that we pet our clits as we remember the sight of you shamelessly squirming in order to bury the shafts of our strapons even deeper inside your ass?"

Oh, shit! thought Sherrie, knowing she would have to shuck off her jeans immediately in order to masturbate as she watched and listened to Miss Victoria tease Jason.

She managed another picture, though: Click.

"We both will look at your pictures, Jason. We'll look at the pictures of you naked and stiff for us, desperate for us to fuck you."

Sherrie quickly set the camera aside and stood to unzip and slide off both jeans and panties in one motion, impatiently struggling out of the tangled material at her ankles so she could plop back on the sofa, legs spread, hand instantly at her wet crotch.

"So, Jason, you're going to have to walk around the rest of your life knowing that you've shown your naked cock — hard, throbbing, and slick with pre-cum — to multiple women who love the thought that you're erect and dripping because you want them to fuck you in the ass."

Sherrie knew she was going to come, her fingers now stroking her very hard and very slippery clit.

"Do you like this, Jason? We're both going to take pictures of you, and we're both going to fuck you."

"I love it," Jason said, a sheen of perspiration on his forehead as he obviously worked at not ejaculating into Miss Victoria's hand. She ceased her tortuous tease, removing her hand from his cock.

"The thought of both of you masturbating while you look at me naked and with an erection is fantastically arousing," he managed, the tone in his voice making clear his relief that he was no longer at immediate risk of orgasm. "The thought that it turns you on to know that I'm loving every second of what's happening right now and for the rest of this evening because I totally dig pleasing you, and being fucked the way you do it to me, is just incredible."

Sherrie clamped down on her hand as her orgasm hit. Jason's words and sexy voice — as well as the content of his thoughts — were simply too much to take in without triggering a climax. She teased out one more intense wave with a brief brush of fingertip against clit before dragging her hand away, slick with her juices as a wave of shudders coursed through her naked body.

"What a pity, Jason," Miss Victoria said, continuing her tease. "You're not able to see that the lady has just had a wonderful orgasm. She obviously came because what you said, and the sight of you as you are right now, excites her."

Miss Victoria paused, smiling at Sherrie before once again reaching a fingertip to Jason's throbbing shaft. "She's quite beautiful, especially right now in the flush of her orgasm. You would adore seeing her erect nipples. They are quite prominent, nice and long and very, very hard."

The flutter in Jason's stomach was visible as Miss Victoria dragged out this outrageous tease, both with her feathery touches along the underside of his cock and with her sexy commentary. "You would like to suck on her nipples. They are taut and aroused and would feel so exciting in your mouth."

Sherrie cupped her breasts, reaching her thumbs and forefingers upward to pinch both nipples. Her tutor's words and the incredibly erotic scene in front of her forced the unconscious reaction. She ached with desire to feel what Miss Victoria was telling Jason he would love to do to her hard, tingling nipples.

Motioning Sherrie to the spot she was vacating in front of Jason, Miss Victoria moved to his side.

As they took their places in front of and to the side of their excited toy, Miss Victoria kept up her arousing commentary.

"If you promise not to come, Jason, the lady will close her fist around your hard cock and lean her breast to your mouth."




A College Professor's Discovery Ch. 03



Sherrie's hand shot immediately forward, grasping Jason's stiff dick. She leaned toward him and pressed a nipple against his lips.

Jason moaned as he hungrily sucked her erect nipple. The sound turned Sherrie on enormously.

"See," purred Miss Victoria. "I told you that she has magnificent nipples." She reached a fingertip to the head of Jason's cock, the length of which could not be contained within Sherrie's grasp. Collecting the droplet of pre-cum oozing out onto the pad of her fingertip, she said in a throaty whisper, "Remember, Jason, do not come."

He moaned again, and the sound vibrated around Sherrie's nipple as he pressed it between his tongue and the roof of his mouth.

Miss Victoria moved her hand behind him. In his position — still on his haunches, legs spread, Sherrie's hand grasping his throbbing cock — his ass was a few inches off the carpet.

"Do not come," Miss Victoria again cautioned, this time leaning her lips close to his ear and breathing heavily after her reminder.

Sherrie felt the reaction in her hand the instant Miss Victoria's fingertip made contact with his asshole.

"Do not come, Jason," was the barely audible command once again given, this time with Miss Victoria's lip lightly brushing against his ear lobe. Sherrie sensed his desperation to control himself — the incredibly intense arousal Miss Victoria was producing with her sexy command and the gentle strokes of her fingertip across his crinkled opening threatened his self-control powerfully.

Sherrie tightened her grip around his cock, clamping hard, short-circuiting any potential release. At the same time she placed her other hand on the back of his head and pressed his face against her breast, seeking to prevent the orgasm that she knew must be dangerously close to escape within Jason's trembling body.

How could this man not be desperate to come? Sherrie thought, the idea pushing itself through the enjoyable fog of her own sexual pleasure. I have his stiff cock in my grasp, and Miss Victoria is fingering his asshole with his own pre-cum providing the lubrication. 

"When we take your picture in just a minute, your cock is still going to be hard because you've been so very good for us not to shoot your cum while we play with you," Miss Victoria whispered. "And then, when we look at that picture, we're going to remember what this felt like."

Sherrie relaxed the tight pull of Jason's head against her breast and leaned back, sending the signal he was to release her nipple from his mouth.

Her grip remained firm on his hard dick.

"When we look at the picture, Jason, we're going to remember what it felt like. The lady will remember the feel of your mouth on her breast, sucking her nipple, as she fisted your erect cock."

Sherrie pushed her other nipple into Jason's mouth.

"And I am going to remember everything about this moment, how I'm whispering into your ear, how my strapon cock is still moist from your sucking, how your asshole is relaxing open for me right now while I massage you, the sticky wetness of your pre-cum soothing the entry of my fingertip just barely inside the warmth of your asshole," Miss Victoria whispered into Jason's ear.

Shit! thought Sherrie, jerking away from Jason's delicious ministrations to her nipple. The woman is going to make ME come, just by what she's saying!

Turning her head from Jason's ear to notice her pupil's reaction, Miss Victoria smiled. Realizing Sherrie's excitement, she knew exactly what to say next:

"I love it that you're opening your asshole for me, Jason. I love how it feels when you invite my finger inside."

Sherrie released Jason's cock, rocked back, and squirmed through another orgasm, gritting out a moan of release that caused Jason's stiff shaft to bob in excitement.

Miss Victoria stood and strode quickly to the sofa where she had dropped the towel she brought with her from the bedroom. After wiping her hand she grabbed the camera from where Sherrie had dropped it.

"You are being so very, very good, Jason," Miss Victoria said, her strapon gently wagging side to side as she moved backward and to the side of Jason and Sherrie. "We've teased you unmercifully, yet you haven't come. I'm very proud of you. I promised the lady a thorough tutoring session, and you're doing your part beautifully."

Jason's cock bobbed in acknowledgment.

"The lady will allow you once again to suck her nipple, Jason," Miss Victoria said, indicating to Sherrie with a darting glance that she was to resume the position of a few moments earlier.

In a New York minute! thought Sherrie, instantly back into position and drawing Jason's lips to her nipple as she again clamped her hand around his hard cock.

Click.

"This will look so erotic displayed in full color on a large screen," Miss Victoria said, her voice throaty with excitement. "Your beautiful, naked, masculine body at attention for the lady as you suck her nipples."

Click.

"How lovely, Jason."

Click.

Sherrie loved everything about this fantastic scenario. Jason's hard dick throbbing in her hand. His wet mouth sucking at her breast, his tongue running across the end of her distended nipple. Miss Victoria taking pictures so she could she for herself how stunningly sexy the act must appear for anyone lucky enough to see what was happening.

Click.

"I'm sure the lady is eager to inspect the hungry opening that was so desperately flexing open for my fingertip a moment ago, Jason."

The comment forced an unconscious reaction from Sherrie. She ground Jason's face hard to her chest and squeezed his cock, milking upward to push out another glistening drop of pre-cum. She eased her push on the back of his head and drew back, sliding the hand on his cock upward, moving her fingers across the plum-like head and smearing his wetness into her palm.

Click.

Sherrie pushed back from Jason, settling on the carpet awkwardly in an anxious hurry to taste him. She lapped at the wetness in her palm like a cat licking cream from a saucer.

Where did that come from? Sherrie wondered, but only briefly, as some stubbornly remaining part of her old self almost resurfaced. The old Sherrie — pre-strapon fucking Sherrie, sexually constrained and uptight Sherrie — would never have been eager to taste a man's pre-cum.

But Old Sherrie was less and less a consideration as New Sherrie learned more and more about the joys of surrendering to the impulses that surfaced during sexplay, either with a man in person as she had been with Andrew and Trent and now with Jason, or with a man in naughty masturbatory fantasies.

Besides, Jason tasted delicious!

"Maybe a picture coaxing more of his wetness directly from his stiff dick would be nice, don't you think?" Miss Victoria asked, a grin evident from behind the camera. "Stand up, Jason."

His cock bounced as he scrambled to his feet. It was a simple matter for Sherrie to push herself to her knees in front of him and slide several inches of his gorgeous erection between her lips and into her mouth.

Click.

What Miss Victoria was orchestrating with her spoken directions — and then capturing with Sherrie's camera — was nothing less than a superbly masterful short film. She was putting her characters through their paces as she placed them into ever more precarious situations. Jason's situation was the most compromised as the male working desperately to prevent an ejaculation that was being urged on him by every nuance of Miss Victoria's words and actions as well as the things that the heroine in the story was doing to him as she followed the Director's advice for how to act and what to do with him in this scene.

The artful director in Miss Victoria knew that she would have to be very careful with the scene right now.

A man getting his cock sucked was always at risk of coming, but that was not scripted until the female lead in this drama had her strapon buried deep in Jason's asshole.

But Sherrie's role as the plot advanced was not without its own challenges. She could not allow any hint of her identity to escape, even in the throes of the intense distractions created by the powerful, ecstatically consuming eroticism and multiple orgasms produced by interactions Miss Victoria was directing. A moan or a groan, a throaty, "Mmmmmm," coaxed automatically in reaction to the sensually delightful physical sensations Jason was producing in her body (and her mind!) would not divulge her identify to the naked man she was toying with at Miss Victoria's staging, but clamping down on the primal impulse to voice her pleasure in words was becoming increasingly difficult. 

Sherrie was becoming more natural as a woman enjoying sex, and the delights of intensifying that enjoyment were beckoning. Satisfied that Miss Victoria's safeguards meant that the practice men were clean, healthy, and willing specimens of male virility also helped her let down barriers that she had unconsciously struggled with for so long. 

Her frustration was mounting, though, at having to take one step back from total immersion in this sexually thrilling experience each time she strangled the impulse to speak her own thoughts to the sexy nude man whose erect cock tasted wonderful.

"I love how hard and stiff you are for me," would have been so arousing to say, to hear as the words left her mouth when she backed off his cock, knowing that her sexy comment would add to Jason's excitement.

She had never said such things to any of the guys she'd slept with — and there had been very few sexual encounters for Sherrie, anyway.

How much fun it would be to talk dirty, playful yet still nasty, to ramp up a guy's excitement at what she was doing to him!

But she could not speak. Jason must never get any hint of anything about Sherrie that could identify her.

She longed to see his cock bob in reaction to something she said. Seeing the physical evidence of her ability to excite him with her words would have added immeasurably to the satisfaction of knowing she was becoming proficient at sex with men in ways other than taking them with her strapon. It would be so empowering!

Will I be able to say sexy things, to arouse a guy like Miss Victoria is doing, when I finally get into a sexual relationship? Sherrie wondered. Her newfound ability to give herself permission to enjoy thinking about expressing herself sexually, to think about taking the lead in a seduction, to masturbate to visions of things like what she was doing right now — that empowering freedom was now demanding that she give voice to her thoughts as she toyed with the naked man who would soon be enjoying the thrusts of her strapon.

She channeled her frustration at not being able to voice her impulse to excite Jason with her words into exciting him in a much different way. Sherrie leaned forward on her knees and took more of him into her mouth.

Click.

"Oooh, Jason, I had no idea the lady could take so much of your hard cock into her mouth," Miss Victoria said.

Click.

It made Sherrie proud, and she managed to get another inch of his cocoa-hued cock inside her mouth, now close to what she knew was her limit.

Her nipples tingled and her tummy fluttered at the realization that she was training herself in cocksucking by taking as much of Jason's hard dick into her mouth as possible.

I'll love doing this to some guy in the future! Sherrie thought, finally backing off and withdrawing his cock completely in order to gulp in a big breath after testing her limits as a cocksucker.

Click.

Jason was breathing heavily, his cock glistening with the moisture from Sherrie's mouth.

You look delicious, Sherrie thought, her gaze fixed on his lovely erection. She immediately leaned forward and again engulfed him, loving the feel of the head of his cock as it slid across her lips and into her mouth.

Click.

"Men generally adore it when a lady swirls her tongue on that special spot just underneath the head of their dicks," Miss Victoria said, dropping her camera and stepping close to Jason in order to pinch one of his nipples between her fingers. 

"Isn't that right, Jason?" Miss Victoria asked, releasing his nipple to step back and resume her photography.

He moaned.

Sherrie loved hearing the sound, and she began running her tongue repeatedly across the spot that Miss Victoria had just mentioned.

"Oh, please, don't do that too much," Jason panted, answering Miss Victoria and begging Sherrie to take care with her teasing strokes. "It will make me come. I won't be able to hold back. God, you're driving me crazy!"

His words were thrilling. I'm giving this man sexual pleasure, making him desperate to come! thought Sherrie as she ceased the motions of her tongue and gently withdrew Jason's cock from her mouth. I'm exciting this man and creating intense sexual pleasure for him, she realized, the thought causing a little shudder of arousal that sent a flush of warmth to her nipples.

It was an intoxicating elixir. Her former self would never have imagined this, never have conjured the impression of her as a skillful fellatrix, a woman good at sexually exciting a man and who could arouse him to the point that he would beg for the release of an orgasm.

Thank you, Miss Victoria, Sherrie thought as she closed her eyes briefly and ran her tongue across her lips, savoring the taste of Jason's cock.

Click.

"The lady seems to be enjoying herself, Jason. You're doing such a good job for us."

Click.

"Maybe it's time we let you show us how nicely you take a strapon and how much you enjoy it."

Her tutor's words instantly snapped Sherrie from her reverie.

She was so ready to fuck Jason!

In a lengthy phone conversation with Miss Victoria earlier in the day, Sherrie had indicated that this session with Jason should attempt to re-create as much as possible all the details of the performance arena where her man-fucking skills would be judged by the tribe's women. Sherrie's recall of the ceremonial space where the fucking would happen meant she shouldn't use the wedge which had been such fun when Trent offered up his delectable ass in the previous practice session; it was nothing like the altar that the tribal men leaned over as they offered their firm backsides to the women who would fuck them.

This was the last practice session before she would leave on her final research trip to New Zealand, and Sherrie wanted to replicate as much as possible the positioning of the act she would demonstrate in order to win the confidence of the tribal women.

She would fuck Jason as he leaned over her kitchen table.

She would also video record the event, having discovered how very hot it was to watch herself pleasuring a man with her fake cock as she stroked it into his asshole. Yes, the video would be instructional — Sherrie would scrutinize her performance to see if there were any little thing she could improve on before her command performance before the tribal women — but, damn!

It would be so much fun to watch the video while she masturbated!

Wanting her own videocamera to capture this sexy act, and hoping that at some point in the future she might be in a relationship with a lover who would enjoy performing for her (Hurrah for New Sherrie! she thought), she had bought the necessary equipment earlier that day. It was set up in her kitchen, the zoom already set to frame the action perfectly.

Miss Victoria's words, ". . . let you show us how nicely you take a strapon," thrilled Sherrie enormously. She would soon be making Jason and herself come as she enjoyed the gut-clenchingly erotic act of fucking him in the ass, but she would also be recording the action for future viewing.

"We'll remain here, Jason," Miss Victoria said, stepping to Jason's side to cup his balls and fondle them, her other hand still holding the camera. "The lady will retrieve her strapon and harness."

Sherrie's questioning gaze toward Miss Victoria as she rose from her knees in front of Jason lasted only a second because her tutor continued with instructions for the naked man whose balls she was toying with.

"I think the lady might enjoy looking at pictures which frame both herself, nude and beautiful as she steps into her harness and prepares to fuck you, and you as you stand naked and erect in anticipation next to her."

Sherrie knew instantly that she would love seeing such pictures!

Where did Miss Victoria ever come up with these ideas?

Thank god she did!

Sherrie hurried into her bedroom and into the master bath where she'd put out lube, her harness, her feeldoe dildo (Oh, that fantastic invention, Sherrie thought, each time she used it).

But there was no need for any lube on the bulb end of the V-shaped dildo as Sherrie slid it into her pussy, quickly seating it in position to stimulate her G-spot.

She was dripping wet already.

Picking up the harness from the bathroom countertop, she started back to her living room where Jason and Miss Victoria were waiting, but after only a couple of steps, Sherrie realized that her extreme lubrication was making it difficult to keep the feeldoe from sliding out, even as practiced as she was at clutching the bulb end of the toy inside her vagina. Pausing for a moment to settle down, Sherrie withdrew the toy with a plop and wiped it dry with a towel. 

Knowing that she was still wet, she pushed the bulb inside slowly this time, gathering her natural juices as part of the insertion.

It was such a satisfying sensation, mixed as the act was with the knowledge of what she would be doing in only a few moments with the shaft of the toy.

This feels so good, so sexy, so empowering, Sherrie thought as she strode into the living room, harness in hand and feeldoe upthrust from her crotch. She stepped confidently to stand next to Jason. 

Though it always felt good to walk with her dildo jutting up from her crotch, tonight it felt REALLY good.

Sherrie had walked around her townhome nude with the glorious toy in place numerous times since Miss Victoria had presented it at her first practice session. Such practice was another of those little joys that her research was forcing on her — she wanted to be confident and natural as she demonstrated the use of this "different" phallus which was the only thing that had saved her from what would have been a disastrous attempt at man-fucking using one of the strapons that the tribe's women fashioned. She rationalized that being completely comfortable with the feeldoe in place absolutely required practice inserting it, walking with it and adjusting to the sexy motions as the shaft bobbed before her and the bulb moved inside her, getting used to it in every way in addition to practicing with it during the act of man-fucking.

But none of those instances when she had enjoyed walking nude in her townhome with her fake cock proudly erect between her legs compared to walking into her living room right now. Knowing that a gorgeous, naked man was waiting for her to slide the shaft of her dildo deep into his asshole and squirm against his firm butt and the backs of his legs to bring them both to an intense climax made feeling the motions of the toy as she walked even more exciting.

God! It feels so good to have this between my legs, Sherrie thought as she stepped next to Jason. I am so much going to love sliding this deep inside you.

Miss Victoria grinned at her. "Let's start with a nice comparison shot, shall we?"

Still holding the harness, Sherrie felt awkward, and she didn't know what Miss Victoria meant.

"Here," said her tutor, stepping forward and taking the harness from her hand. "I think it will be such an arousing shot to see the two of you, facing each other, both with sexy erect cocks."

This time it was Sherrie who grinned. 

It would be a VERY arousing shot.

She moved into position, her fake cock bobbing with the motion and resting at parade attention only millimeters from Jason's hard dick.




A College Professor's Discovery Ch. 03



Click.

"Lovely," said Miss Victoria, easily holding the camera in one hand to take the pictures as she held Sherrie's harness in the other. "Now, Jason, you may grasp the toy that's such a fetching sight right in front of your own sexy erection."

Sherrie thrilled to this role play — herself as a model in Miss Victoria's wickedly arousing photography shoot with the handsome, naked man who would soon be bent over her kitchen table, legs spread, glutes high and inviting, eager for her to fuck him.

Jason reached a hand tentatively forward, his blindfold preventing anything but touch as a means of discovering where the shaft of Sherrie's fake cock was located. It took only a second for him to find it, though, and he gently closed his fist around it.

"Mmmmm," was the sexy sound that rumbled from his chest. "I will enjoy opening up for this," he said, a smile forming beneath his blindfold.

Click.

Miss Victoria knew the effect those words were having on Sherrie.

Click.

She wanted to capture the blatant look of sexual desire on Sherrie's face. It would be such a perfect reminder of this final tutoring session when her student looked at the pictures which were accumulating on the camera's memory card.

Click.

Shit! was all Sherrie's sex-fogged brain could manage at hearing Jason's words about opening up for her.

She was so ready to fuck him that she was impatient to get beyond Miss Victoria's delaying tactics with this photo shoot, as sexy and exciting and incredibly arousing as it was.

Click.

"Take his cock in your hand now," her tutor said, and Sherrie's impatience immediately abated somewhat when she wrapped her fingers around Jason's hard cock.

Click.

"Grab his ass."

The command was simple. Doing it was automatic for Sherrie.

Click.

"Now let's get you into your harness," Miss Victoria said, lowering the camera. "Stand as you are, Jason. I want to take a few pictures as the lovely lady steps into her harness next to you."

Miss Victoria handed Sherrie the harness, who took it and quickly began stepping into it.

Click. Click.

As she was tightening the straps, Miss Victoria snapped a few more shots before saying, "When you're completely strapped in, why don't we take a few shots with you next to him, and then we'll get a few with him on his knees in front of you."

Sherrie's mind went immediately into excited overdrive.

Miss Victoria was going to take a picture of Jason on his knees in front of her, his mouth sliding down the shaft of Sherrie's dildo!

Her tutor knew the suggestion would harden Sherrie's nipples to a tautness that would be difficult to endure.

Perfect.

After only a few pictures standing next to Jason, one standing behind him and looking over his shoulder as she prodded his butt gently with the end of her dildo, then one more with her hand wrapped around his cock as she hung on to one shoulder and grinned like a Cheshire cat, Miss Victoria knew she could not drag out Sherrie's impatience any longer.

"Stand in front of him, put your hands on his shoulders, and let him know where to kneel."

Doing what her tutor had directed was so erotic that Sherrie thought her knees might buckle.

She was positioning this naked, gorgeous, masculine guy on his knees at her crotch so that he would be in position to open his mouth for Sherrie to slide the shaft of the dildo she was going to fuck him with between his lips.

Click.

"I know from experience how arousing this act is," Miss Victoria said.

Click.

So did Sherrie. She had witnessed it only moments before when Jason's deep-throat manipulations made Miss Victoria come.

"The sense of empowerment can be almost overwhelming."

Click.

"It feels divine to know that Jason trusts you enough to do this, doesn't it?"

Click.

Miss Victoria's question was rhetorical, Sherrie knew. Answering the question wasn't possible.

But damn! Yes — it was everything Miss Victoria was describing.

"Can you believe how erotic it is to see his mouth right there, ready to slide his lips past the end of your fake cock?"

Jason did just that.

Click.

"Mmmmm," Jason moaned, as if on cue.

"All the way, Jason. The lady will get very, very eager to fuck you when she sees you surrender your throat to the shaft of her dildo."

Sherrie watched in fascination and with a sexual intensity she had never known as Jason's mouth took more and more of her fake cock inside. When he sealed his lips around the base of the shaft, he was pressing his forehead into her belly, and he began some kind of motion that nudged the bulb end of the dildo against her G-spot.

"He's very good at not only deep-throating you," Miss Victoria said.

Click.

"He does that wonderful thing that's moving your toy around so nicely, doesn't he?"

Click.

Sherrie was desperate to fuck the man. She reached both hands to her nipples and began squeezing them and tugging on them.

Click.

Jason began to back off the shaft of Sherrie's feeldoe. When he rocked back on his haunches, Sherrie turned her face toward Miss Victoria with an expression that demanded they move to the kitchen.

Miss Victoria placed the camera on the end table, stepped to Jason's side and urged him to his feet. "I think the lady would like to lube your delicious derriere, Jason. She's very eager to find out if you can accommodate her strapon as beautifully in other parts of your anatomy as you just did in your mouth."

The sense of relief on Sherrie's visage would have been plain for anyone to see. She reached for the base of the dildo's shaft and did exactly what Miss Victoria had done earlier — she gave herself a satisfying orgasm, knowing that it would be just a prelude to the crazyhot experience waiting for her.

Sherrie truly wanted to make Jason come. She wanted to give him indescribable pleasure.

He had been such a good sport to endure the teasing that Miss Victoria had put him through. Hell, thought Sherrie, my tutor has teased ME outrageously this time.

I am dying to fuck you, Jason!

Miss Victoria did not comment on the two wooden planter boxes placed on the floor next to Sherrie's kitchen table as she guided Jason into the kitchen. Their utility was plainly evident to a woman who had enjoyed strapon man-fucking for so long and in so many ways.

Upended as they were, and of sturdy construction, the two boxes could be placed as needed if Sherrie required some additional height for everything to be positioned as it should. Her student was certainly becoming well practiced in the skill she had hired Miss Victoria to teach her!

In point of fact, though, Sherrie had witnessed several of the tribe's women who were shorter than others use wooden blocks moved into position behind the men. This put them at a comfortable height for both parties to enjoy the man's penetration without the distraction or potential discomfort or awkwardness caused by a height mis-match. Wanting to be prepared for anything needed to allow the best practice possible during her final tutoring session, the pupil had simply made prudent arrangements, cleaning and bringing in from the small patio outside her kitchen the two planters which were currently not in use.

"You have been quite thorough in preparing to fuck him," Miss Victoria observed.

Jason's cock — now having subsided somewhat after the torture of being teased to erection and maintained at full mast for so long — twitched as he stood next to the table and heard Miss Victoria compliment Sherrie for her preparations with the planter boxes.

"A kitchen table is generally higher than a bed, so these will come in handy for the special lesson I am about to provide."

Sherrie was confused but intrigued. A special lesson? Was there yet another surprise waiting in store as part of her tutelage?

Miss Victoria had backed Jason against the edge of the table.

"Be a dear, Jason, and scoot up here on your back," Miss Victoria said, patting the tabletop behind him.

Jason quickly stiff-armed the table behind him, slid up on it, and in a practiced and efficient manner was quickly in place, his butt at the edge of the table as his legs dangled off it as he laid back on the tabletop.

In a particularly presumptuous move (Sherrie thought), he laced his fingers, put his hands behind his head, and purred out an outrageous question: "Is she going to fuck me like this while she strokes my cock?" He drew his knees to his chest in concert with the question, and Sherrie saw how much Jason truly enjoyed giving himself up to Miss Victoria's strapon.

She also saw that his cock was regaining its stiff state of arousal as it lay up against his belly. Jason was shamelessly exposing himself in a position to invite both women in the room to slip their strapons into his completely exposed starfish.

God, Jason, you are so eager for this, aren't you? Sherrie thought, again delighted to realize that the man truly wanted this, was truly sexually aroused by everything involved in having a woman stroke her strapon into his lubed-up asshole.

"No, Jason, she is not," Miss Victoria answered.

The answer surprised Sherrie.

"But I am."

Miss Victoria walked into the living room to retrieve her towel and lube, but she continued her sexy commentary.

"And, again, Jason, you're not to come."

From her vantage point next to the table, looking at Jason in his shameless pose, it was easy for Sherrie to hear his groan of frustration.

Miss Victoria was stepping back into the kitchen when she said, "The pleasure of triggering your orgasm is solely the lady's, Jason." She held out the bottle of lube to Sherrie. "But she is going to be the one who lubes you up in preparation for my demonstration of taking a man in a position she's not yet witnessed in person."

Sherrie needed no further prodding. It had been so much fun to slide her fingers inside Andrew's asshole as well as Trent's that she was eagerly anticipating the sexy act of lubing Jason's crinkled opening. She took the bottle from Miss Victoria, popped the top, and poured out a generous amount into her palm.

Stepping to stand at the edge of the table, Jason's inviting glutes positioned so arousingly and accessible before her, Sherrie placed the palm of her hand directly between his cheeks and onto his exposed asshole.

His gasp of surprise was incredibly exciting.

Picking up the bottle from where Sherrie had placed it next to Jason as he lay back on the tabletop, Miss Victoria continued, launching into a description of something that Sherrie had never considered but which immediately made her desperately eager to try.

As Sherrie petted and teased Jason's asshole, smearing the lube generously between his cheeks, Miss Victoria poured some lube into her palm and closed her fist around Jason's cock, standing to the side and getting into a comfortable position to tease both her student and the handsome stud whose erect dick was in her grasp with an outrageous explanation of what she had planned.

"There's a reason why I decided to demonstrate this position, Jason, even though the lady's practice session fucking you with her strapon . . ."

Miss Victoria paused, glancing toward the video camera and tripod set a few feet away.

"Oh, did I mention that you're going to be video recorded as you take every inch of her fake cock deep inside your ass?"

He didn't answer, but Sherrie watched as Miss Victoria milked upwards to push out another droplet of pre-cum from this poor man's still-hard dick in spite of the already extended tease-and-denial session.

"As I was saying," the tutor continued, gathering the droplet of pre-cum on her fingertip and then moving her finger to Jason's mouth. "There's a reason for you being in this position, Jason."

Sherrie held her breath, knowing what was coming, and momentarily ceased her motions on Jason's asshole.

"Open."

He did. Miss Victoria slipped her finger into his mouth.

"It turns me on to watch you do this, Jason. Suck my finger."

Sherrie was enormously turned on, too. She slipped a finger inside Jason's asshole.

It was perfect timing. His asshole spasmed around her finger upon the invasion, and he groaned as he sucked on Miss Victoria's finger.

"You are hot to be fucked, aren't you?" Miss Victoria asked, turning her head to grin at Sherrie. "Tell us how eager you are."

Oh, god! thought Sherrie I don't know how much of hearing him talk about this I'm going to be able to stand!

Miss Victoria slid her finger from Jason's mouth, and he drew in a deep breath.

Sherrie began a slow, gentle finger-fuck, enjoying the snugness, the warmth, that enveloped her finger and greedily sucked it back in when she eased it almost all the way out.

"Miss Victoria," Jason gritted out, now squirming in arousal at what Sherrie was doing to him — a teasing, portentious finger-fuck — and at what Miss Victoria was doing to him — slowly stroking his lubed-up cock — "this is driving me crazy! How can you expect me to even be able to talk? What you two women are doing to me is torture. Please let me come! Please fuck me!"

Miss Victoria smiled and took her hand away from Jason's hard dick.

"Push in deep and just leave your finger there," she directed, reaching again for the bottle of lube.

Sherrie did as instructed, loving the feeling of being inside this sexy man and knowing he was desperate to take her strapon in the place where her finger now rested.

Pouring some lube onto her strapon, Miss Victoria then began smearing up and down the length of the shaft, clearly preparing her own fake cock for its entry into Jason's willing asshole.

"A skill that Jason possesses but which I haven't yet mentioned," Miss Victoria said, instantly arousing Sherrie's curiosity, "is one of the reasons I wanted to demonstrate this position." The shaft of her strapon now thoroughly coated with the glistening lube, the tutor indicated with a nod of her head that Sherrie was to withdraw her finger.

Somewhat disappointed, Sherrie followed the unspoken direction, but took delight in knowing that more exciting things were coming.

She was eagerly waiting to hear about this additional "skill" that Jason possessed.

Miss Victoria dragged the planter boxes into position with her feet, the scrape of the wood across Sherrie's kitchen floor momentarily disconcerting. It did not, however, stop the tutor's commentary.

As Miss Victoria stepped up on the two boxes, she placed the tip of her strapon at the entrance of Jason's asshole. "We shall remain like this, Jason, as the lady gets into position."

Again, Sherrie was confused. Her puzzled look in Miss Victoria's direction also had a mix of exasperation in it.

Get on with it! I want to fuck this man!

"You see," Miss Victoria purred, now reaching forward to grasp Jason's penis and pull it upward until it was pointed at the ceiling, "Jason has an extremely talented tongue. You've felt how inventive he is with it when he sucked your nipple, no?"

Sherrie nodded, not knowing where this was going.

"He enjoys using it in many ways."

Jason smiled beneath his blindfold, an arousing action that Sherrie did not miss.

"Why don't you crawl up on the table and put your knees on either side of his head," Miss Victoria said, now languidly stroking the man's erection.

As a look of recognition, then shock, then abject desire worked its way across Sherrie's face, Miss Victoria continued:

"Yes, that's right. These harnesses and this inventive toy do leave our assholes available if we position ourselves to give Jason the access he enjoys."

Sherrie swallowed hard and immediately grabbed her breasts instinctively, kneading them and tugging her nipples as that electric jolt which so dependably shot back and forth between nipples and vagina when she was intensely aroused did its magic.

She was going to have her asshole licked!

"Please do hurry," Miss Victoria cooed, her tone belying the urgency of the command. "I fear that our tease is truly taking a toll on Jason, and you haven't even begun your command performance for the video camera as you take his gorgeous ass."

Sherrie scrambled up onto the tabletop, clumsy in her eagerness to experience this new, and as yet unthought nastiness. Her old self would have been outraged at even the thought, turned off in the maximum and instantly condemning the act.

But new, sexually confident, eager Sherrie was fantastically aroused at the thought of this naked man — whose asshole she would soon invade — licking at her own starfish.

Jason drew his elbows to his side to allow Sherrie to put her knees on either side of his head. As she leaned forward, he placed his hands on the cheeks of her ass, fingers lying across the straps of her harness, and spread her cheeks.

It was a practiced motion, something that he had just proved he could do with his eyes closed.

Miss Victoria nodded at her, and Sherrie closed her eyes as she slowly eased back, allowing Jason to guide her into position.

A look of bemused satisfaction on her face, Miss Victoria continued slowly stroking Jason's cock as she watched Sherrie experience her first ass-licking.

"You may understand why Jason is the perfect man for this most important session," her tutor said.

The words barely made it into Sherrie's consciousness as she felt Jason's tongue flutter across her crinkled opening, rimming its way around the circumference before flattening and pressing squarely onto the center of her anus, no pretense of holding back even the slightest from complete abandonment to his actions.

This is divine! Sherrie thought, experiencing for the first time the hot wetness of a man's tongue on her anus. She reveled in the sensation.

"And his focus right now on pleasuring your asshole will back him off from the edge of orgasm," Miss Victoria said, pushing just the tip of her strapon into his asshole.

Jason groaned, and the sexy vibrations transmitted themselves onto Sherrie's opening, as intensely erotic a sensation as she had ever experienced.

"Can you imagine what must be going through his mind as I slide more of my strapon into his asshole while he tongues you?" Miss Victoria purred, now releasing Jason's cock in order to grab his thighs as she slid more of her fake cock into him. "If he really loves pleasing a woman as much as he says he does, then he must be in heaven right now, surrendering his ass and giving you an experience you've never had at the same time."

Sherrie opened her eyes, now a bit more upright as she adjusted herself to accommodate Jason's gentle guidance to position her opening exactly where he wanted it.

"This is why I wanted to start with this particular position," Miss Victoria said, now beginning a slow, practiced, sexy undulation with her hips which stroked the shaft of her dildo in and out of Jason's asshole. "You need to see this position, even though it's not the one you're most interested in for important reasons," her tutor continued as Sherrie noticed how the movements of Miss Victoria's hips were also jiggling her breasts in time with her thrusts.

Thankful that her tutor's discretion was keeping out of the conversation any comment that might alert Jason to Sherrie's identity, she nonetheless sent the message with a look to Miss Victoria that she wanted her to continue the explanation.

And she definitely wanted Jason to continue what he was doing.

Miss Victoria, you can talk all night long! Sherrie thought, contented at the pleasurable sensations Jason was creating with his tongue gliding across her puckered opening.

"With the man on his back like this, you can look into his eyes, and that's maybe the sexiest part of fucking a man with a strapon," Miss Victoria said, now becoming a bit more aggressive with her thrusts. "You can also stroke his cock as you fuck him," she said, releasing one of Jason's thighs to do just that.




A College Professor's Discovery Ch. 03



Again Jason groaned, and again Sherrie experienced the pleasant vibrations on her asshole.

"So I wanted you to see this first-hand, and I wanted you to experience the pleasure of what Jason is doing to you right now during this practice session," Miss Victoria said, smiling at Sherrie as she slid her fist up and down Jason's hard dick while she fucked him in the ass.

Sherrie was so thankful she had found Miss Victoria!

"Jason, put your tongue inside the lady."

Sherrie caught her breath immediately, not having dared to think that this surprise experience could possibly advance to the sheer naughtiness of what Miss Victoria had just directed Jason to do.

Then, as he pressed insistently with the tip of his tongue, Sherrie allowed it to happen.

For all the time she had been focused on opening a man up, on accustoming herself to the sensations of feeling his surrender, to becoming practiced in how to penetrate his asshole, first with her fingers and then with her strapon, she had never considered the bliss of his tongue invading her own private opening.

But now she did.

Sherrie relaxed completely and invited Jason's tongue inside as deeply as he could get it.

"Oh-h-h, mmmmm, ahh-h-h," was all Sherrie could manage as Jason worked his tongue deeper.

The thought of what he was doing to her, the sensations as he did it — the combination was intoxicating, and Sherrie savored every second of his invasion.

Miss Victoria released Jason's cock, replaced that hand on his thigh, and pulled herself tightly against him, burying her strapon as deeply as it would go into his ass.

Then she simply squirmed slowly and specifically in a manner that Sherrie instantly realized was Miss Victoria's own personal turn-on. Her tutor closed her eyes and began a series of short breaths, getting closer and closer to an orgasm. As Jason continued creating delicious sensations in her anus, Sherrie knew that whatever Miss Victoria was doing was going to create one hell of an orgasm.

When it hit, her tutor shuddered violently, leaning back as she continued gripping Jason's thighs. He groaned and moaned repeatedly, obviously aware that Miss Victoria was coming, and the intensified vibrations of his excited vocalizations against her asshole almost made Sherrie come, too.

Jason pushed upwards on Sherrie's bottom, slipping his tongue from her asshole, and groaned as his cock twitched and bobbed.

"That's it!" he gritted out. "If I don't come in the next few minutes, you women will have killed me."

Sherrie scrambled down from the tabletop, and Miss Victoria eased backwards to withdraw the shaft of her strapon from Jason's lubricated anus.

"This poor man deserves the most intense orgasm of his life," Miss Victoria said softly, urging Jason to a sitting position on the edge of the table. Sherrie walked to the video camera and switched it on, stepping behind it briefly to verify that her original framing of her kitchen table had not changed. The set-up had not been altered, and Sherrie was satisfied to see that the camera would record every nuance of her action as fucked Jason in the ass.

She would watch this video with professional and personal interest, knowing that she might pick up one more tiny tip about improving her performance.

But Sherrie would also be turned on incredibly at seeing what she was about to experience first-hand as the woman in the video who was pumping her strapon into the muscular, buffed, handsome man who had spread himself open for her.

Miss Victoria now had Jason positioned, legs spread, chest on the tabletop, back arched and ass up high and inviting. It was a position that meant Sherrie had been wise to make the planters available — she would need to stand on them in order to be in a good position to fuck this tall, sexy man who had just given her the surprise experience of slipping his tongue inside her most private opening.

"He is very, very anxious," Miss Victoria said, stepping back and out of frame, wanting her pupil to capture with the video camera only the essence of this final strapon practice session. "I am sure that your practice and your expertise will bring both of you to intense orgasms."

Sherrie was incredibly anxious herself. She retrieved the bottle of lube from the corner of the table, popped the top and poured the viscous liquid over the end of her strapon, allowing it to roll down the shaft, clinging to the toy as it corkscrewed its way toward the base. Closing the lid, Sherrie immediately fisted the fake purple cock and smeared the lube up and down.

Satisfied that she had sufficiently lubed the toy ("too much is almost enough," she remembered), she stepped up on the planter boxes, adjusted things slightly to be in the perfect position, and placed the tip of her strapon at the entrance to Jason's exposed opening.

She was desperately horny, hot beyond measure at what had happened this evening, and then driven over the top by Jason's tongue lapping at her asshole.

Sherrie drove her strapon into him in one stroke.

Jason's head snapped up from the tabletop. "Unnnngh!" he grunted, a sound that only turned Sherrie on more. She began pumping into him, knowing that it would be only moments before the act of fucking him in his asshole would make her come.

But she needed practice. 

She fought to deny herself, working to grip harder on his hips, hoping the distraction would delay her orgasm.

It bought her a little more time, and she relaxed a bit, grooving into a rhythm as she stroked in and out of his asshole, enjoying the movements of her hips, looking down to see the shaft of her toy disappear inside him and then slide back out, almost completely out, before the motion of her hips pushed it back in.

The visual was mesmerizing and insanely sexy.

Jason's moans added to the naughtiness and the excitement.

Then he started talking to her.

"Oh, god, you are fucking me so good!"

His words were an aural elixir of eroticism to Sherrie.

I'm fucking him good, I'm doing this thing right, and I'm loving every insane second of it! she thought, listening for more sexy words from Jason's mouth.

"Damn! You're hitting that spot, that certain spot . . ."

Jason dropped his face to the tabletop and grunted through an animalistic rumble that Sherrie knew was pushing her dangerously close to climax.

"Oh, shit!" he yelled, head jerking up as Sherrie held onto his hips in a tight grasp and continued stroking into him, undulating movements now accelerating as she worked herself into a zone of sexual man-fucking excitement.

"You're gonna make me come, you're gonna make me- "

He bucked his hips backwards, driving Sherrie's strapon deep inside, and at the same time he flung his arms backward, his hands grasping the side of Sherrie's hips in order to pull her tightly against his ass.

That did it. Sherrie squirmed against him in complete abandon, triggering off the most intense orgasm of her life.

She fell across his back, almost losing her footing on the planter boxes in the process.

Jason's cock, so tortuously teased all night and yet denied release, now jetted a long stream of thick, ropey come underneath the table, pumping repeatedly until he was completely spent and groaning beneath Sherrie.

Miss Victoria was tugging on her nipples as she leaned against the countertop watching this insanely erotic act. She allowed herself a final mini-orgasm, knowing that she, too, would be exhausted as this tutoring session finally ended.

* * *

It took a while to recover and then tend to the most pressing of the clean-up duties. In his blindfolded condition, Jason was able to wipe himself down with the towel Miss Victoria had brought, and as Sherrie checked the video playback on the camera's small screen (Good grief! How fantastically erotic and arousing, Sherrie thought as she watched herself screw Jason with practiced and mesmerizing strokes), Miss Victoria took the towel from him and thoughtfully wiped up his spent ejaculate, even though it meant she had to squat down and almost crawl under Sherrie's kitchen table.

It was yet one more thoughtful act from her mentor, and Sherrie realized how much she was going to Miss Victoria after this final practice session.

Her tutor's shared wisdom about strapon man-fucking, but also the personal conversations they'd had about the emotional aspects of the act and the beauty and rightness of doing it with a man who loved you and wanted to give you pleasure, had been tremendously important and enlightening for Sherrie.

They chatted in the kitchen, out of range of Jason's earshot. In his exhausted condition, he was already nearly dozing on the sofa after getting dressed, and Sherrie knew their whispered conversation over a glass of wine thoughtfully poured by Miss Victoria was not something that Jason would ever hear.

"You were really very, very good at doing him," Miss Victoria said. "I'm sure you saw on the video how well you did, but I knew instantly from the first thrust of your hips as I watched that you have reached whatever level of proficiency you need to impress your tribal judges."

Sherrie set her glass down after a sip of the delicious wine. "It's thanks only to you, Miss Victoria."

Looking at her tutor earnestly, Sherrie continued:

"I don't know what I would have done if I had not found your ad. You knew the first time we talked, the first time you saw how clumsy I was with Andrew, that I was a rank amateur."

Miss Victoria smiled. "You were not much practiced with men in general," she said softly.

"True," Sherrie answered, "and I thank you for realizing that and then coaching me through not just the physical part of doing what I had to learn but also the mental aspects, the philosophy of enjoying sex, enjoying men, being more confident in my sexuality and ability to attract a guy's attention."

Miss Victoria said nothing, smiling into her glass of wine as it sat before her.

"Really," Sherrie continued, "I have been so focused on work, so unsure of myself with men, so anxious to have a relationship but so worried that I'd never be able to find the kind of guy I want. Now, after this crazy crash-course to learn what I must do well in order to finish my research for the book, I realize about a million side benefits that I've accumulated in the process."

Her tutor finally spoke, reaching a hand across the table to place it on the back of Sherrie's wrist.

"That's wonderful to hear, Dr. Mathison. I'm glad to have helped in any ways that I might have managed. But know this: Your engagement of my services has created a series of sessions unlike any others I have orchestrated. I have come to take a personal interest in your success, not just with taking a man who willingly offers up his private opening for your strapon, but with men in general and even with your career, thinking that I may have played perhaps a small role in helping advance it."

Sherrie nodded her head in agreement.

"But seeing your metamorphosis, seeing you take such pleasure in learning how glorious it can be to experience unbridled joy in playing sexually with a man, well . . . it has rekindled for me that desire to find my own partner who will love me and play with me occasionally as we have played with Jason tonight."

Sherrie was surprised to hear her tutor talking like this.

"Yes, I do take physical pleasure in playing with the men who pay me to do so, but it's nothing like the satisfaction of loving a man who is also your mate and who occasionally enjoys surrendering to your strapon. Maybe, after my relationship with the man who introduced me to these delights ended, I have avoided much active seeking to find another connection, taking substitute satisfaction where I could find it with men who would pay me to be their 'sensuous domme.'"

Sherrie listened attentively, tracking Miss Victoria's motions with her gaze, following her tutor's pause and glance down to her glass of wine before continuing.

"So thank you, Dr. Mathison, for renewing my faith that I'll find some man who'll become a lover and a mate and who will also enjoy a good strapon session."

Miss Victoria paused at her words, smiling, and raised her glass in a toast.

"Here's to both of us finding such a man, and here's to your absolute success as you demonstrate how very good you've become with your strapon when you return to the tribe!"

* * *

Sherrie drifted off to sleep in her hotel room after the orgasm triggered by her masturbation to the memory of her final tutoring session, of the excitement of feeling Jason's tongue on her anus, of the intense satisfaction when she climaxed as she fucked him and he moaned in animalistic release as he spurted through his own climax. It was a deep sleep that ended the next morning with a pounding on her hotel door.

"Miss Sherrie! Miss Sherrie!"

It was Catchy.

"We need to leave in two hours. Are you up?"

"Yes," she answered groggily, throwing back the sheet. "Yes, Catchy. Thank you for making sure I'm awake."

After a quick shower and a delicious breakfast in the hotel's modest restaurant, Sherrie returned to her room to pack her final items into the last bag, the others already lined up by the door. Catchy would take all but two of the bags back with him for storage until she left the tribe — they contained emergency supplies, extra precautions such as back-up hard drives and a second laptop along with research materials, including some anthropology books that Sherrie just could not make herself leave behind.

She would take only two bags with her to the tribe. They would easily contain everything she would need, including her laptop, extra charged batteries and the hand-cranked/solar powered battery charger that would ensure her use of her laptop for the month she was with the tribe.

But before stowing her laptop into the last bag, she flicked it on and sat down slowly on the bed, her mind drifting to her final conversation with Miss Victoria. When the laptop had booted up, she launched the video of her session with Jason, and checked one final time that, yes, her technique was good enough to win the confidence of the tribe's women.

Smiling to herself as she closed out of the video program and shut down the laptop, Sherrie thought of her tutor's final toast to her success.

I hope your best wishes that we both find the men of our dreams will give us good luck! Sherrie thought as she shouldered her bag and opened the door to call Catchy for help loading the car.

* * *

The morning after her performance as the tribal women watched, Sherrie awoke to an excited commotion outside the simple hut that had been her quarters on each visit to the tribe. Rubbing sleep from her eyes, she drew back the material hanging from the rope across the opening that was her door and saw several of the tribe's young men jostling for position in some kind of line that was forming.

"Miss Sherrie! Miss Sherrie!" came the excited cries from the men as each of them jumped or waved or yelled or all three to catch her attention.

Not understanding what was occurring, Sherrie noticed one of the elderly women hurrying to her hut. She pushed past the men and drew Sherrie back inside, winded from her dash to Sherrie's door.

"You must choose wisely," were the first words from the woman's mouth.

Sherrie's look of confusion let the woman know that more explanation was needed.

"You must choose wisely. Each man has his strengths and his weaknesses, but any of them would be an excellent husband."

"Huh?"

Apparently that simple grunt was understood in all languages.

"They all want you as their wife!"

Sherrie raised her hand. "Wait. Wait a minute."

The woman was one of Sherrie's early confidants who had helped her become accepted as a welcome visitor to the tribe.

"What are you saying, Terna? Wife?"

"Yes, yes," Terna continued excitedly. "All the women spread the word quickly that your special instrument, that the way you used it, was truly spectacular."

Sherrie eased back on the mat where she had been sleeping, finally piecing together what was going on.

Terna confirmed it.

"You took Weriska so well and with such expertise that every available man in the village wants you to be his wife!"

Sherrie had her answer about whether strapon play was reserved only for the ceremony or whether it was part of what happened as a matter of course between husband and wife.

"And Weriska has told all the men that he deserves to be at the front of the line outside your door," Terna said, smiling broadly at Sherrie. "He says that since he was your first tribal male, and that since you made him spurt more and harder than he ever has in his whole life, that he deserves to have the first opportunity to convince you to marry him."

Sherrie slumped her head between her knees as she sat on the mat, the full realization of what was happening finally coming to bear on her consciousness.

Terna squatted down in order to look into Sherrie's face.

"You were truly marvelous doing it to him, Miss Sherrie. It was amazing. All of us women want to see your instrument. We know we can carve and sand and seal a similar shape."

Sherrie raised her head to look into Terna's eyes.

"And then we will be able to do our men as well as you!"