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Extract

By: AnonFineDay



It would be a night to remember; the fireworks lit the sky and Sharon couldn't get enough of the candy floss circulating through the park. Everywhere sparklers danced, held aloft by tiny hands, and the occasional report of a stay firecracker kept the crowd on a giddy edge. Down by the shoreline, the water reflected countless "safe and sane " fireworks displays, and the sounds of celebrations reflected across the bay. Sharon had come to get away from it all; the sounds of the city had suddenly become too much for her. Here, on this normally quiet bay, she had always been able to restore her senses, and savor a lifestyle deliciously different from her own. Smoke from a thousand barbeques filled the air with delicious odors; stinging eyes already irritated by spent gunpowder. She walked over a grassy nole and felt panic for the first time. Her breath became short and her heart pounded with an uneven resonance. She slipped to her knees, and then to her face, overcome by the freezing grip on her neck.

She awoke a short time later to a sea of concerned faces. Briefly able to smile, she slowly rose to a sitting position, and steadied herself before rising to walk away from the embarrasing scene. Dismissing the entire episode as an overdose of sugar, she resumed her observations as the crowd ebbed about her. Then it struck again, this time about her waist with the same icy grip. She took a step forward and went down on her face for the second time. This time the icy grip lingered and gradually enveloped her entire body. She felt numb and frightened but was able to retain her senses. As the ambulance pulled into the park, she felt herself leaving the comfort of her body. From above, she watched the EMT's work over her body frantically. With resignation reflected in their eyes, she saw them cover her corpse with a flimsy white blanket. She knew she had tasted her last cotton candy.

She closed her eyes and waited for the rush from the upcoming voyage through the tunnel towards the bright light and her desceased ancestors that never occured. After some time, she opened her eyes, to find herself drifting above the park on invisible currents of air. It was the most tranquil experience she could remember. Gazing at her body, she realized she had crossed into a spirit realm, for although she could discern the outline of her naked body, all other detail was hidden in a faint glow. The crowd was dispersing below her now, and she was saddened by the thought of her departure interrupting the festivities. Clouds began to drift below her, partially obscuring her view as she slowly drifted upwards. Rolling onto her back, she looked up to see the crystal ship for the first time; a formless shape that refracted rainbows of light in all directions. Within moments, she was drawn inside where she was bathed in a warm gentle white light. A voice came to as a father to his only child.

"Welcome Sharon. Thank you for your patience and acceptance. We will instruct you as to how to use your new faculties, and where to deposit the extract."

"Wait a minute," she exclaimed; "Just what are you talking about?"

"Ah, you don't remember; I'll explain. Do you remember three years ago when you looked towards our ship, and asked us to help you make a difference in this world?"

"Obviously, I don't!" She retorted.

"You were at a turning point in your life, and you gazed directly into our ship when you asked," the nurturing voice responded. "Here, we'll show you. . ."

And with that she felt herself float close to a machine that glowed when she arrived. Two small probes entered her, and she relived a time when she was younger and vibrant, filled with love and energy. As she gazed at a nearby rainbow, she was filled with peace, and in a silent prayer asked to be led to where she could make the most difference in the world. They had heard, but waited for her to plunge into her world of routines and annoyances before they rescued her. She nodded her acceptance and waited for them to teach her what she would need to know. Her wait was short lived, as flashes of images along with a myriad of voices began speaking at once. It was organized mental mayhem for a brief eternity until everything abruptly stopped, and in a blur she found herself transported to a wind-blown vacant gas station in Arizona. It was like one of the scenes from a soda commercial, where everthing was dead, dry, and dusty except for the soda machine that was in use continually by the motorist who stopped there.

She was different now; her figure was slim and beautiful, and she found that with a mere thought, she could change her features and assets. Her sexuality was alive and responded to any stimulation including the slightest touch and she became obsessed with it. With a mere thought, she could move from one place to another; moving through walls and past jet aircraft with the speed of thought. She could hear the thoughts of those nearby, and felt alive throughout her entire being, no longer limited by senses and intuition. She was exhilarated, yet driven at the same time, for she knew her purpose was to secure as much extract as she could for her friends above. She would mate with every man she could, secure his semen, and deliver it immediately to the receptical that was always awaiting in a nearby dimension. With newly learned muscular techniques along with the retractable probe implanted in her womb, she could drain his reproductive resources; then completely void the precious extract while it was at its' most virilent stage in a matter of seconds.. With her ability to change shapes and personalities at will, her donors could be as varied as nature itself

Her first donor was a middle-aged businessman. She came to him while he studied the Journal in a secluded area of the park. She was blond and sexy, and he couldn't believe his good fortune. Jumping behind a growth of bushes, they ravaged each others bodies. He tore at her breasts as his throbbing organ smashed into her furry mound. At the height of his passion, the probe automatically extended its flexible tube and plunged deep into his urethra, sucking every drop of liquid into her pulsing vestibule. He screamed, grabbed his gonads, and rolled off into the dense underbrush in a fetal position. The recepticle appeared from its resident dimension, and placing it between the flower of her pussy lips, she forced the milky fluid out of her womb. With a sigh, she quickly restored her appearance, and wandered back towards the ball field.

"He's had a vascectomy, my dear." The soothing voice returned, chiding her failed first attempt.

"Damn!" She thought; "I just can't keep doing this!" She winced at its observation, and decided to pursue younger, less experienced and more virile material. She found him playing center field, and with a mere twitch of her finger, he trotted towards her with his eyes glowing in anticipation.

"Hi, I'm M. . . .!" and before he could finish; her lips locked onto his and her hand reached for the lumps between his legs. Before he could catch his breath, she had his jersey ripped open and his pants were being pulled down to his knees. She was a short-haired brunette with a jogging outfit, and a luscious tan. Roughly messaging his manhood through his jockeys, she pulled the T-shirt off with a smooth motion and planted his hands on her smooth tight breasts. Her tan-lines were all the way to her nipples, and her belly had the composure of a refined athlete. Stripping her shorts off with her free hand, she continued to message his manhood, concentrating on the glans to stimulate his pre-cum. When the first drops oozed on to her soft hands, she quickly forced him down on his back, inserted his manhood, and began pumping fitfully as her hands messaged his gonads. Within just a few moments, she felt his abs tighten, and knowing he would soon release, she forced him all the way into her depths, to allow the probe easy access. Her muscles began to rythmically draw him deeper into her womb, and just as the first ejeculate surged from his prostrate, the probe dutifully found his opening buried within the glans, and forced itself down the length of his surging organ. He screamed, and grabbed his gonads, now being unmercifully drained of their juices. She continued to rock her hips up and down on his surging manhood until he collapsed; his testes the size of two shriveled peas. Again the receptical appeared, and she pumped frothy extract into its chamber while feeling her own orgasm building. As the last threads of his essense fell away from her swollen pussy, she fell back and frantically stroked her engorged lips. She muffled her screams with the back of her hand as a multiple orgasms shook her body in quick succession. Again with a sigh, she reconfigured her appearance, and looked over at his exhausted form lying in the tall grass, his deflated manhood laying to one side in total exhaustion. She smiled and turned towards the playground across the street.

Three young boys were shooting hoops, dodging and darting to gain possesion of the weathered, and partially deflated ball. Within just a few moments, Sharon became a substantially younger redhead, and ran across the court snaring the ball with one swift motion. As her victims tried to regain their plaything, she quickly lifted her dress to reveal nothing underneath. They froze and their interests immediately shifted to her bouncing buns as she skipped back across the court and into the equipment room next to the showers. Within moments they were all naked, and she was carefully giving them a "crash-course" in human sexuality; she had one of the hairless organs in her mouth, one in her anus, and one stroking away frantically at her tight little womb. Their youth was reflected in their lack of control as they all climaxed within moments of one another, and ran into the shower room shrieking with their first conquest. She sat up, with the probe starting to emerge from her tiny lips, and wondered what had just come and gone. The depository appeared but she had precious little to offer, for despite their youthful vigor, their extract was just barely adequate in development to be of any use. She changed her form into that of the local janitor, went below the showers, and secured the cold water to exact her revenge. Within seconds, the boys ran screaming into the locker room amidst the embrace of their soft towels. She smiled to herself as she again changed her form and headed out for her next conquest.

The local police were mystified at the two men they had found; one cowering in the woods, and the other under the bleachers at the local ball field. Both had told similar stories, but the assailant was so different in each case that there was no apparent suspect. She overheard Sgt. Lasky's concerns for the communities safety; and touched by sincerity, she waited until he was alone in the squad car on his way back to the precinct before she appeared in the back seat. He slammed on the brakes, staring in the rear view mirror at her pristine oriental face. He started to speak, but she pressed her lips to his, learning its effectiveness from the center-fielder. He only squirmed in his seat for a few moments, and then relaxed to allow Sharon full access to him. She carressed his slightly over-weight figure through his clothes, and was able to arouse him quickly by applying gentle pressure to his prostrate. Removing his trousers completely, she began oral administrations on his engorged member and hastily removed her clothing. As her face, her body was pristine, with clear pale features and tiny buds on the tips of her small firm breasts. His manhood surged, and she took advantage of his compromised position to thrust him into her moist warm canal. They held other tightly, slowing building on each others' arousal until she began to peak. Feeling her spasms increase along the length of his manhood, he grunted as the first surge of knotted, milky substance screamed into his urethra on its way into her womanhood. The first geyser shot past the probe and splashed against her womb with such fury that most of it rebounded back out of her feminine opening. Her eyes went wide with surprise, as did his when the probe sped down the length of his organ and into his tight ball sack. They both shrieked in a wondrous mutual orgasm, and she continued to rub her swollen clitoris against his pubic bone as several more orgasms shattered her pristine body. His eyes were glazed and his body limp as the last of his masculine juices were drawn into her throbbing vestibule. She continued to rub against him long after he was totally drained and unconscious, savoring the feel of his limp, expended organ in womanhood. Finally, with a twinge of regret, she drained his essence, and changed her form for the journey ahead - she was getting too well known around this town.

Dar had always hated their self-righteous aloofness, and when commissioned by the triad to help destroy them before the sheer mass of their offspring collapsed the food chain, he set about to become the ace exterminator. His next "kill" would assure him the coveted title, and his pursuit of this crystal ship was relentless. Passing a band of asteroids, his jet black interceptor homed in on the enemies ship, and after firing a warning burst in accordance with interstellar rules of engagement, he brought his total arsenal to bear on the formless craft. Firing at will, the defenseless ship was no match for his weaponry, and burst into a million fragments. Within moments, all that remained was a cloud of vapor, and several hundred gallons of free-floating extract. With a quick entry into the ships' recorder he reversed his direction and increased the gain on his sensors to find his next victim. But just as he engaged his propulsion, a transmission from the triad gave him pause, and forced him to stop. Apparently one of the ships' crew remained on the planet. She was a shape changer, and in her former life was know as Sharon. To complete his kill, he would have to capture or eliminate her.

He moved to his input screens; and did a quick search on the planets' informational resouces. The environment was friendly although the inhabitants were, for the most part, quite aggresive. There were no obvious reports of her attacks, although two obscure reports from a small town in Nevada; one involving three young boys, and another, the towns sheriff, were enough for him to set his descent coordinates there. Armed with a small infuser, and a tracking module, he descended to the surface. Taking form behind the abandoned gas station, he ran a quick scan. Sure enough, she had been there, and residual traces were strong enough to follow. With a quick set of commands to the ships computer, she was traced to a tavern just outside a major Naval Base. Moments later, he strolled into the tavern where he was instantly the center of attention; he should have worn more than a g-string when he entered a gay bar. Sharon quietly watched from a small table in the back corner waiting to see how he would respond. She knew he was an enemy somehow, but was drawn to his beautifully muscled body. Dar did the only thing he could, with one hand he covered his genitals, and with the other, he flipped the switch that would send him back to the safety of his ship. As the crowd of stunned men watch him disappear, she changed her form, and followed him to his ship.

Dar collapsed on the cot, his mind still reeling from the experience. He didn't know that this planet housed men who loved men - a unique variation he thought. And as he began to fantasize about having sex with another man, she quickly stepped forward and dealt him a crippling blow to his throat. While he gasped for breath, she quickly surveyed the ship, and was able to surmise all there was to know about her choking victim. Taking the opportunity to capitalize on his immobility, she pulled the g-string off of his limp member to survey his attributes. He was pitifully small; the protective padding had given him the large bulge. She laughed aloud, and with a smile of poetic justice, she grabbed the soft gristle with both hands, and squeezed with all her might. Through his choking sounds, she heard a scream, and she continued to twist and pull at his genitals until he fainted from the pain. Then, with swift motions, she programmed the ships computer to return to the triad with its stealth mode engaged. In a final farewell, she pulled Dars body to the incinerator chute, and watched the ashes float freely into space. The ship surged and she set about to learn all she could about this triad, and why they had tried to destroy her.

The triad watched Dars ship approach, fully aware of its cargo. As it docked, it was met by a swarm of security androids, who, without emotion, tore her from the ramp as she descended, and brought her to face the triad. Sharon had hoped to rely on her shape changing abilities for escape, but the atmospheric components would not allow her any of the freedoms she had experienced on earth. As she entered the great hall, she could clearly see the three hooded figures of the triad, in their individual thrones at the end of the hall. She was led to two steel poles that rose from the mosaic of the floor. Her wrists and ankles were attached by small electronic force fields, and in her spread eagle position, her clothing was swiftly removed by the light of a hand held laser.

"You have trespassed into our TSC (Time Space Continuum) without authorization," proclaimed the middle spectre. "You are hereby found guilty and sentenced to restructuring. Your sentence will be exacted immediately."

With that, and android placed a small white box on a pedestal in front of her, while behind her, another smaller box was placed that emitted a beam of light to the base of her neck. She could feel her abilities slowly drain away until she felt fully human again. Meanwhile, a beam from in front of her bathed her body in a pale blue light removing all of her body hair, and restructuring her from head to foot to be free of blemishes and signs of aging. Her breasts were firm and upright, her legs rippled with firm muscle tone, and her skin glistened with rejuvination. All of the changes were more than her mind could deal with, and she collapsed.

She awoke a short time later to a sea of concerned faces. Briefly able to smile, she slowly rose to a sitting position, and steadied herself knowing that she was somehow different. Finally rising to her feet, she apologized for any inconvenience she may of caused and walked towards the exit. He caught her eye immediately. He was tall, and had a great build with just the right amount of posterior. Without pause, she changed direction and approached him directly.

"Hi, I'm Sharon, and I need you!" She exclaimed.

Shaken but not stirred, he escorted her over to a secluded grassy nole with his arm around her waist. As soon as she felt hidden from the view of any onlookers, she tore at his clothing with a frenzy. She was sexually starved for his extract, and she buried his face into his groin as soon as his clothes were clear. Sucking frantically, she drew his entire member within her mouth and rolled her tongue around his expanding glans as he moaned with excitement. Within moments he was erect, and with one quick motion, she pulled down her underwear, and mounted his manhood. Humping up and down as much as she dared without losing his erection, she panted and ground her dripping vulva into his crotch until her orgasm shattered her body with tremendous spasms. As her juices began to pour from the glands deep within her vulva, two small probes emerged from the tip of his manhood, and shot through her womb on the way to her ovaries where they quickly drew the developing ova from the surface then returned to the warmth of his glans. She rolled off him, continuing to spasm as the orgasm continued to rock her body. Dar quickly rose and wiped his dripping manhood with a handkerchief, grateful for the failure in the ships' incinerator. He hoped his next escapee would be younger as this one wasn't very tight. He reset the controls, and grasping her hair, returned to his ship.

Extraction



They were in a lesbian bar with a rather outre reputation. Unlike more demure bars that catered to gay women, Klit Klub had a rep for attracting women whose interest in each other was, if not entirely, at least partly sexual, frankly so. And that sexual vibe -- attraction, desire, call it what you will -- is what had Svetlana, the tall, buxom, older Slavic beauty pressing close to the lithe, waifish, younger Beth, an all-American pixie of just the sort Svetlana tended to relish. Yes, they were inches from each other now, drinks in hand, bodies radiant with heat, so close that it looked to an outsider that they were about to pounce on one another like a pair of cats in female heat. While they had said little that was provocative to each other, it was clear, lucidly, abundantly clear, that lust was in the air, that the erotic charge between these two was becoming quickly electric.

It was dark and crowded here, they were pressed closely together, and Beth happened to be wearing a rather short skirt. So at that moment Svetlana took a chance, lowering her hand and slowly gliding it up the bare, smooth thigh of an almost quivering Beth, her eyes glistening with arousal, with expectation. That hand of Svetlana's traveled so very slowly, so very provocatively until it reached its destination and Svetlana found herself cupping the crotch of Beth's panties. And that crotch? To call it merely damp would be such an understatement; it was soaked! 

The evidence of the young waif's arousal could not have been more profound, more obvious, or more welcome to the seductive Slav. 

"Mmmmmmmmh," Beth purred, her eyes closing part way for a moment to relish the sensation of Svetlana's hand resting between her legs, squeezing the pubic mound softly, meaningfully. 

Suddenly Beth reached down to put a hand on Svetlana's arm.

"Hold on, I think before we go much further, I better go and use the bathroom. I'll be right back, I promise."

Beth gave Svetlana a quick kiss on the lips, a tender kiss, and then pulled away.

"Right back."

Svetlana finished her drink, waiting for Beth. And waited a little longer. And then yet longer. She knew restrooms here could get pretty crowded on a weekend night, with lines snaking outside the doors. But looking in that direction, Svetlana could see no such lines. She started wondering, getting just a little uneasy. Could it even be that this pretty young thing got cold feet at what she may've felt was Svetlana's too-brazen advance, and decided to slip away? That seemed unlikely, given her response and the kiss, but it was possible.

Finally, a few minutes later. Beth returned. 

"Sorry I was so long."

"Is everything okay?"

Svetlana could detect a slight look of discomfort on Beth's face.

"Well, uh, not really," Beth stammered, "I needed to pee and I peed, I peed an ocean. But I also really need to take a crap and I couldn't. You know, I tried and I just couldn't."

"Constipated?" Svetlana asked, sympathetically."

"Very," Beth whispered, looking for the first time a little ill at ease herself, Avery, very constipated."

Svetlana stepped closer, smiling warmly, running a comforting hand down Beth's cheek.

"Maybe I can help, Beth," Svetlana said, "you won't believe this, but I'm a nurse, and I'm a nurse for a proctologist. I'm a proctological nurse. We can't really go to the doctor's office now, and I don't think you'd want to, but if you'd like me to take you back to my place, I think I have everything there I need to help with your problem."

Beth looked a little stunned.

"A proctologist's nurse? You? Really?" 

"Yes. Would you like me to help you?"

"I'd love it!" Beth said, almost with a passion, "I really could use some kind of help."

In the car over to Svetlana's place, she explained that she had been educated as a nurse in the Ukraine, and had been in the U.S. for almost ten years. Beth noticed that while Svetlana spoke with an accent, her English was virtually perfect, the phrasing, the grammar, everything. Svetlana went on to tell Beth that she worked for a female proctologist whose practice serviced almost exclusively women and children. She explained than many female patients were uncomfortable to see male doctors for procedures such as colonoscopies, or other colonic issues. And many men, for different reasons, also were rather uneasy about being examined and treated by a female proctologist. 

When they returned to her home, Svetlana asked how long Beth had been constipated, how long it had been since she'd had a bowel movement. Beth confessed that it had been at least a week, maybe longer.

"That's quite a long time," Svetlana said, "you must really be packed inside. I can imagine how uncomfortable you must be feeling."

"You know, to be frank, I'd do almost anything to be able to take a shit, a nice big shit that really emptied me out."

Svetlana was taken aback a moment, but pleased, by the blunt way Beth expressed herself about this. She would've expected her to be a little more circumspect and formal. But Svetlana had realized that most people really don't know how to speak about issues involving defecation, constipation, other rectal matters, and revert to what some may feel is coarse language, but which Svetlana regarded merely as frank and familiar. She was used to that more blunt, colloquial mode of expression from her nursing experience in the Ukraine. 

"Well, the issue isn't so much taking a shit, as getting that shit out of you. Many doctors would immediately resort to laxatives by mouth. But I don't like that. Sometimes they don't work too well, they can be irritating and they make defecation... excuse me, I mean shitting -- I know I can just be blunt and upfront with you -- unpredictable."

"So what do you suggest?"

"Well, suppositories can be useful, but they only begin to address the problem. With the kind of severe constipation you're experiencing, Beth, sometimes more radical measures are called for."

"Such as what?"

"Enemas -- colonic flushing or irrigation -- is one obvious approach. And there is mechanical extraction. In the office we use special instruments for this procedure. But in the Ukraine, where getting those instruments was often a problem, we were taught techniques of manually assisted extraction."

"Does that mean what it sounds like it means?"

"Yes it does, it means sticking a hand up your ass, and pulling, scraping the shit out of it."

"Wow! That sounds pretty extreme."

"Well, it's one way of taking care of your problem," Svetlana told Beth.

"What do you think we should do?"

"Let's examine you up in there first, okay? Let's see just how a big problem you have. Why don't you take off your clothes."

Beth did not need much encouragement to do that, quickly undressing as Svetlana now took in the very appealing sight of the lovely waif's smooth, lithe body. She had also noticed, as Beth pulled off her panties, that the crotch of those peach-colored panties was rather vividly stained with the wetness of arousal Svetlana had first detected when she had slid her hand between Beth's thighs back in the bar. Svetlana herself was quite shapely, with a nice, round ass and big breasts. But she somehow had a bit of fetish for bodies like Beth's, slender, tomboyish, with small breasts and narrow hips. And she was happy to see that Beth, like herself, did not shave down there and, in fact, had quite a luxuriant bush between her legs, a vivid contrast to her otherwise porcelain smooth, girlish body.

"What should I do now?"

"Come with me," Svetlana said, leading Beth to her bedroom.

Beth took in the tastefully furnished, nicely lit room, quickly feeling comfortably at home, or as comfortable as possible, considering the circumstances. 

"Why don't you get up on elbows and knees," Svetlana said as Beth quickly assumed the position, not shy in the least. Svetlana could not help noticing, with Beth sticking out her bottom like this, just how moist and gleaming that pussy of hers was. She couldn't help softly running a fingertip up along the creamy notch of her vulva.

"Mmmmmmmh," Beth purred quietly, like a suddenly aroused kitten, "if you keep on doing that we'll never solve my problem, will we?"

"I'm sure we'll get to this later," Svetlana said, leaning down and whispering "eductively in Beth's ear as she expertly flickered a fingertip over Beth's engorged clit."But right now let's get to the matter at hand, literally."

Svetlana pulled open a drawer and took out a tube of lubricating jelly, squeezing out a dab on her fingertip. Getting behind Beth, she first took in an eyeful of that sensationally cute, trim ass of hers, the puckered anus in full view with Beth in this position. She rubbed the jelly around the rubbery ridge of the sphincter and then slowly worked a fingertip inside.

"In the office, of course, I' be donning a rubber surgical glove. But with your lovely ass, I think I can forego the glove and go in bare handed."

Barely getting that fingertip through Beth's anal passage and into the very lower end of her rectum, Svetlana could immediately feel it, feel the solid mass of shit blocking and clogging her colon. With practiced fingers, she probed the contours of the tip intruding from Beth's rectum into her anal massage. Judging just from the breadth of the tip, the log of shit inside Beth was truly massive, and as hard as cement.

"You really are packed up inside there, completely plugged up," Svetlana told her patient, "At this point I don't know if an enema is going to do much good, or even if I can inject one into you. You're so full, I don't think there's even room for an enema; it'll just back out as soon as it gushes in. So I can try to get as much out with my hand as possible, but first I think we'd better insert a few suppositories to help loosen up the clogging at least a bit, to lubricate you."

"I'm not surprised, it's so long since I've been able to shit. And every day I've been feeling full and fuller."

Svetlana took two suppositories from her drawer, and removed the foil.

"Let's get these inside you," she said, inserting the first suppository. She tried to wedge it between the immense fecal mass, the plug of shit, and the rectal wall to which the mass adhered. The shit inside Beth had built up to such dimensions, and it was so dense, and it had been inside Beth for so long that it's as if it were glued to her rectal walls. Detaching it from those walls would be what Svetlana would have to do first, and working the suppositories into a groove she was creating between the plug and Beth's colon was the first step.

"Now let's give the suppositories a few minutes to melt and do their work," Svetlana said, "and tell me? Just how did you manage to get so blocked? Have you had this kind of severe constipation before?"

Now Beth, still on all fours, turned her head to look at Svetlana, an odd little smile on her face, like the smile of someone about to willingly confess something she had been keeping a secret,

"I wouldn' be telling you this in a doctor's office, that's for sure," Beth said, "but, anyway, we met at Klub Klit and you were making me so wet and feeling up my pussy, so why keep the facts from you. What happened is that about ten days ago this woman picked me up at Klit and took me home. I'm not really a sub, but she was a domme and there was something very persuasive about her. To make a long story short, she strapped on a very large dildo and started fucking me, first my pussy, and then my ass. I told her that I probably should shit before she worked it in my ass -- I remember I was feeling quite full then, inside -- but she didn't even give me chance and just worked it right in and fucked my rectum very hard and very deep and for a long time. The next day I felt blocked in there and couldn't shit. And I haven't been able to take a crap since then."

Svetlana listened to all this, mesmerized. It's not that she was so shocked; she, herself, quite aside from her proctological nursing was an intense devotee of anal and rectal play. But she nonetheless was a little stunned to hear this from Beth.

"What she probably did was pack in all the shit very deep into your colon with her dildo, which then created a blockage, the shit becoming condensed, and as more and more accumulated in your bowels, that plug kept you from being able to evacuate it all, to empty your bowels."

"Yeah, that sounds about right. I should've known it. In the future I better be careful about who fucks my ass and how she fucks it." 

"So what we call a procedure like this is the 'manual extraction of an impacted fecal plug or bolus. Or, in layman's terms, I'm going to use my hand to pull that big mass of shit, that giant turd, out of your ass, Beth."

"Anything you think I need... Nurse," Bath said sweetly, and, at the same time, so very sexily.

"I think what I need is to take all my clothes off. This isn't the office. Here, if my sexy little patient is going to be naked, then her nurse is going to be naked too," Svetlana said, quickly shedding her clothes and revealing her womanly body to Beth, big breasted, full bottomed. Beth, looking back from her elbows-and-knees position, sure seemed to appreciate the sight, a roundly contoured body very much in contrast to her own.

"Okay, that should be long enough," Svetlana said, this time squeezing a generous amount of lubricating jelly right onto Beth's anus, then coating her own fingers with more. Then she began to slide fingers inside, first two, then another, then a fourth.

"From what you've told me you experienced, babe, this may not be as much of an ordeal for you as it would be for others," Svetlana said, sliding in her thumb. Now, corkscrewing all five of her fingers, she slowly worked her hand into Beth's rectum, watching Beth's anal ring dilate more and more and more as she pushed her hand in and the anal sphincter surrendered and stretched. Svetlana hadn't quite fully let it be known to Beth yet, but she wasn't just a proctologist's nurse for whom such dilation of the anal orifice was a medical routine; she, herself, was an avid devotee of intense anal sex with other women. And the stretching and extreme dilating of other's women's anuses or, or, as she much preferred to think of them, assholes, always thrilled her immensely. To see the ring open and stretch, and to open and stretch some more. And then even more. It amazed her, this ability of the anus to widen and widen and widen. 

Now with her full hand deep inside Beth's colon, Svetlana could really feel just how immense and hard this big mass of shit really was, this fecal plug, really quite astounding. And she'd had experience with more than one seriously impacted colon.

"Oh god!" Beth gasped, groaning now as she felt an anal intrusion more profound that any she had probably experienced with a mere dildo.

"Just breathe deeply and, if you'd like, reach between your legs and play with yourself. You've let me know that anal play is very much part of your menu, so you might as well try to enjoy this too. I saw just how aroused you became earlier --you're a very, very hot young girl, Beth -- so just because I'm going to be probing your rectum with a health issue in mind, doesn't mean you need to become any less excited and aroused."

Beth took the hint, reaching down between her legs to play with herself. 

Inside, Beth straightened her fingers so they formed a sort of shovel or spade or trowel, digging the five fingers into the crevice she was wedging between the immense colon-clogging turd, and the rectal wall against which it pressed. The technique was to deepen this wedge by running her fingers completely around the log, working those fingers deeper and deeper until she could feel the giant turd finally pull away from the walls of Beth's colon. And then, having done that, to firmly grab hold of it and pull it out. Beth was brave, enduring it, Svetlana's hand well inside her rectum now, well past the wrist. Now she used her hand to actually grab hold of the turd. She'd had experience dislodging fecal plugs from the impacted colons of profoundly constipated women, but never one this massive or dense or hard. It was as large as a very large, very thick cucumber, and as stiff. 

Slowly, she pulled it out of Beth's bowels, Beth wincing and groaning now as the hand about to be pulled from her ass was not just a hand, but a hand holding in its grip a log of shit of stunning width. This meant that, on withdrawal, her hand would be stretching the anal ring even more than upon entry, much more. And this further meant even more severe dilation for Beth and even more to endure, as a fine film of sweat formed on Beth' back now as her anus was stretched to an almost unimaginable degree.

"Oh.... my... god!" Beth moaned, squirming, desperately clutching the sheets, enduring the shocking sensations. She was now fully experiencing just what 'manual extraction of a large fecal plug from a rectum' really meant. 

As her hand withdrew from Beth's rectal depths, Svetlana could now see with her eyes, for the first time, what she had dislodged, the end of it nesting in her hand. Inside, she could feel its immensity. But now, seeing it with her own eyes, she was even more stunned by its massive size and width. It was as though she was holding a big club in her hand, a big, brown plug, now slowly pulling that club out of Beth's trim bottom which, of course, made the contrast between the slim ass and the what was being removed from it seem truly amazing.

Slowly she withdrew more and more of it. With this kind of manipulation she feared that a section of it would break off, and she'd need to go back in a few more times to retrieve the rest. But the turd was so solid, so long embedded in Beth's colon and so dense and compressed, that it was coming out of her, being pulled out in one gigantic piece, one truly awesome length of hard-packed shit. Svetlana's hand now had been fully withdrawn from Beth's rectum and she was slowly pulling out the log, wondering just when it would end as more and more and more and more of it emerged. 

There it was, nesting in her hand, Svetlana awe-stricken as she looked down at it and took in its stunning dimensions. Tapered at each end and uniformly thick through most of its length, the log of shit must've been almost a foot long, maybe even more, and wider than her wrist. Its bumpy contours revealed it as an almost a perfect cast of the full length of Beth's now nearly emptied colon.

Beth was still breathing hard, sweating, dazed by the extreme ordeal she had just endured. But inside she could feel the amazing difference, something so incredibly clogged now almost emptied.

"Take a look," Svetlana said, holding the giant log in her hand. The turd was so hard and dense, it didn't even sag. It sat there like a wooden log.

Beth turned her head to look.

"Holy shit!" she gasped, then laughed, realizing just how apt her word was this time. "That's what was inside me?!"

"That's what was inside you," Svetlana said as Beth turned on the bed to come closer, gazing at it. "Would you like to hold it?"

Beth looked up at Svetlana with bedazzled eyes; all this was so unexpected, so extreme. Meeting Svetlana, confessing her problem, learning this was actually a specialty of the Slavic nurse's, having it removed from her bowels manually like this, looking at what had been removed, and now being asked if she wanted to hold it. To actually hold in her hand the mammoth log of shit that had just been dislodged from her own colon! And yet that was what she did, extending a hand as Svetlana carefully slid the giant turd from her own hand to Beth's.

"Oh my god, it's so heavy!" Beth said in amazement.

"Yeah, I bet if you got on a scale and weighed yourself right now, you'd probably weigh five pounds less than you did a few minutes ago."




Extraction



The two of them couldn't stop staring at it; the color brown never seemed quite so vivid or enticing to them both. 

Then Svetlana went into another drawer and took out a towel, laying it on the bed.

"Put it it down here," she said as Beth laid the turd down on the white towel.

Seeing Beth's hand was smudged, as was her own, Svetlana bunched up a corner of the towel and had the two of them wipe off their hands. The log was hard and as dense as cement, but it was still shit, and shit smudged.

"Feeling better?" Svetlana asked.

"Oh yes, it's like night and day. Few things feel better than a really good shit that truly empties you out, don't you think? And this time I didn't even do the shitting; I owe it all to you and your efforts."

"As long as you feel relieved," Svetlana said, with a satisfied smile, "but while we're at it, let's really clean you out completely. I know most of it has been removed and you're feeling good. But why don't we make sure that it's all out. This is your opportunity to enjoy a really thorough and complete rectal cleansing."

"What do you want me to do?"

"Get back on the bed as you were," she told Beth, who now resumed the position.

"Let's have a good look inside there now that you're not all clogged up," Svetlana said, this time retrieving a speculum from a drawer. Most women think of a speculum as an instrument to dilate a vulva and vagina. But there are rectal speculums as well, so the anus can be dilated and the rectum visually examined. With Beth's anus already quite open from the full hand intrusion, it was easy to work the speculum inside and dilate it to its maximum, leaving the dilated anus fully exposed. Svetlana now got a special flashlight she used, a small, powerful one, but with a narrow focus, and directed the beam into Beth's colon. Peering inside she could see that though the major blockage, the huge fecal plug sitting on the towel, had been removed, very deep inside her bowels, clumps of shit still clung to Beth's rectal walls. 

"You still have a fair amount deep inside; we might as well get it all out," Svetlana said, adding more lubricating jelly to her fingers, then removing the speculum and again working her full hand inside Beth's colon, digging that hand in even deeper now that the cave was empty, not full. Working her fingers into the depths of Beth's colon, so her anus was now clamped around her forearm, halfway to the elbow, Svetlana began to scrape and scoop the shit off of Beth's rectal walls, pulling out a big clump, and then digging in to excavate yet more, slapping the clumps of shit down on the towel, next to the log.

Beth, though her bowels were finally almost emptied, which was an immense relief, now experienced an even deeper invasion and an even greater dilation of her anus, but she took it all like a champ, and Svetlana understood that bravery to be part of Beth's general anal inclinations. And she was not wrong, the younger woman becoming strangely aroused by the ordeal, despite the extreme measures and discomfort. 

"Okay, that should do it as far as manual extraction goes,"Svetlana told Beth, "but since we've gone this far why not give you a nice enema and flush out every last bit. Leave your colon squeaky clean and completely emptied of shit, what do you say?"

"I say, bring it on! My colon belongs to you today, and I await the enema. I feel so good having all that shit finally out of me that how can I say 'no' to anything you have in mind, my wonderful, special 'nurse'!"

Svetlana smiled, so charmed and at the same time so aroused by this cute little waif who she had just gotten to know so very intimately.

"I'll be right back," Svetlana said, walking to her bathroom. First she wheeled in a stainless steel stand with a hook on its top, similar to the stands used to hang enema bags at a high level in her office. Beth looked on with curiosity, even fascination, idly laying there, on her back this time, legs spread, at ease. Then Svetlana returned to the bathroom where she assembled the enema apparatus she needed. She squeezed some peppermint soap into a large red rubber enema bag, then filled the bag with three quarts of warm water. She'd give Beth a big enema. After all, rectal fullness so far had very much been the theme here today, first with Beth's clogged bowels, and then Svetlana reaching in with her hand, halfway to the elbow. So it seemed that a large, filling enema really was in order. She found an inflatable bardex nozzle in a drawer, attached it to the hose's end, the hose carefully clamped, and carried all that back to the bedroom.

Beth watched as Svetlana hung the full, heavy bag from the hook.

"I'm going to use an inflatable nozzle," she told Beth, "with your anus already having been so extensively dilated, I think you'll need this kind of nozzle to make sure the enema stays inside you and does not spill or leak out."

Svetlana demonstrated the nozzle, inflating it so it formed a ball the size of a plum.

"It'll be inflated like this inside you once it's inside your colon and form sort of a plug to prevent leakage," she explained.

"First one plug, and now another, huh?" Beth said with a coy smile. 

"This time I think I'll have you on your back," Svetlana said, wedging a pillow under Beth's ass to lift that bottom and make her anus vividly accessible, "pull your legs back and spread them wide."

Beth did as told, awaiting what would come next. What came next was Svetlana sliding the bardex nozzle into Beth's anus and inflating it, squeezing the little rubber pump.

"Oh wow!" Beth said, a little startled, as she felt the rubber nozzle inflating inside her. "Finally my ass gets emptied out and now here it is being filled up again. Feels like you shoved an apple up my asshole."

"I know you can take it," Svetlana said with a knowing smile, Aand this time it'll only be temporary."

The nozzle inflated, Svetlana now unclamped the hose and the enema began to flow into Beth's bowels.

"I've never been given an enema before. Maybe when I was a kid, I don't remember," Beth said taking in the new sensations.

"I added some peppermint soap to help flush out your bowels fully, but it is a little bit of an irritant," Svetlana explained, "and you'll feel cramps."

Pretty soon Beth was breathing heavily again, nearly panting as the enema quickly filled her.

"Oh god, I'm definitely feeling cramps," Beth said, wriggling, squirming with this new, not altogether expected discomfort.

"Here, maybe this'll help," Svetlana said, reaching down with a hand to gently caress Beth's appealingly swelling tummy.

"Mmmmh, it does,"Beth murmured.

"And maybe this will help even more," Svetlana said, looking Beth right in the eyes, her lips curling in a sexy, provocative smile as she leaned and pressed her face between Beth's open thighs. That pussy was as wet as ever, but now Svetlana could see just how pretty that pussy was, the vulva delicately sculpted, gleaming with arousal. 

Svetlana, not only as a seasoned lesbian but as a nurse in a practice with largely female patients, knew her way around pussies, and this one was a little masterpiece, a delicately etched miniature, nesting in a bed of curls. And the scent, the sweet delicious scent! Yes, with the log and the clumps on the adjoining towel, a fecal stench had been permeating the room, normally repellent, but one which now, strangely, both women found rather enticing. But as she approached the lovely exposed pussy, that marvelous cunt of Beth's, the other aroma evaporated and all she took in now was that very feminine, very sweet, very natural, very real smell of an aroused pussy! 

She brought her lips down and kissed the alluring gash, kissed it and kissed it and kissed it, all the while the enema gushing into Beth's colon. And then -- the tongue! The hungry, eager tongue. As she began to lick the young beauty, Beth sighed the most tender of sighs, she moaned the most pleasure-filled of moans. And then sighed and moaned even more deeply, more thrillingly, as Svetlana so very expertly flickered her tongue over the hood of the engorged clitoris, the little gleaming pink pea betraying the exquisite sensations racing through its every nerve ending. 

The breaths came more quickly, more deeply, Beth writhing in arousal, feeling the strangely blissful counterpoint between her bloated, cramping bowels and the blistering pleasure overwhelming her, both courtesy of Svetlana's efforts. Reaching down, Beth ran fingers through Svetlana's richly thick hair, her hips bucking up against the knowing eager tongue, greedy for every morsel of pleasure.

And then it came -- the arrow, the sharp, luscious, indescribable quivers of an orgasm like none Beth had ever experienced. Different, unique, an orgasm that spread from the nub of her clit to her vagina to the very depths of her bloated colon.

And now, with the orgasm subsiding, only a single sensation overwhelmed Beth. Again, the desperate need to empty her ass, to expel the contents of her bowels, to shit, to shit, to shit, to shit to shit! Those contents this time were not a hard mass which clogged and blocked and made passage impossible, but a churning cauldron of soapy water, sizzling in her bowels under immense pressure. Her rectum felt like the heart of a volcano, the enema inside her like bubbling lava desperate for release. That release held back by the unsurrendering inflated nozzle, sitting in her lower colon like an immovable barrier, utterly blocking her anus, the only possible route for escape. 

"Oh my god!" Beth gasped, suddenly clutching her bloated belly, that belly of hers inflamed by an excruciating cramp, her desperation skyrocketing by the moment, her entire being focused on one intense need -- the need to expel, to shit!

And, Svetlana, expert that she was, knew this. Leaving the nozzle inflated inside Beth, she detached it from the hose and took Beth by the hand, leading her to the bathroom. Sweating profusely now, her hands on her tummy, stumbling, groaning, gasping, Beth let herself be led.

In the bathroom now, Svetlana pushed Beth down on the toilet seat and reached between her legs to deflate the nozzle. With a single deft move she now ripped the deflated nozzle out of Beth's rectum and a moment later the enema came roaring out of Beth, an explosive, violent flood of stewing waste, a simmering, marinaded colonic brew, flushing out the last specks of fecal debris lurking in the depths of the younger woman's guts. 

As Beth emptied those guts of hers like this, the expelling, the shitting out of the enema felt almost as blissfully satisfying as her orgasm. Svetlana, standing above Beth, her pussy staring Beth in the face, wrapped a hand around the back of Beth's neck and, as Beth just kept shitting and shitting, she pulled that face of Beth's between her own legs.

"Eat my cunt, bitch, and then I'll show you what I'm really all about!" she hissed, seductive menace in her voice that was music to Beth's ears, as the enema still cascading from Beth's bowels was music to Svetlana's. 



Extracurricular



Danny's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as he soaked in the image on the computer screen in front of him. The longer he stared at the bare skinned vixen who'd made the website that he'd logged onto her home the less inclined he was to believe that he would be requiring a second opinion in order to confirm what it was that he already knew to be true.

It was really her.

That ball buster of an overseer that lorded over his fifth period health studies class and went by the moniker of Ms. Jacobs was now baring it all for the World Wide Web to see from what looked to be the confines of her very own bedroom.

Danny couldn't believe it. After years of fearing this woman's very studious presence here he was now watching her fondle her own voluptuous curves via her own personal webcam.

Standing outside of her classroom door, Danny waited as patiently as he could while watching the flood of students spill from the doorway and head out into the hall. The last bell of the day had sounded and he knew that it wouldn't be long before this facility was empty of the entirety of its student body.

Danny stepped inside of the quiet room to the sight of Ms. Jacobs moving through the aisles of desk toward the back of the room straightening each one as she passed.

When she heard the noise of her classroom door closing at her back she turned around and placed her eyes on the letterman jacket adorned young man that had been responsible for her distraction.

"Danny? What are you doing here?"

"I came to talk to you," he said, moving across the room. He stopped when he'd made it to the front of her desk and turned to face her.

He held a thin manila folder under his arm that Ms. Jacobs took momentary notice of before placing her eyes back on his face.

"Are you sure it's nothing that can't wait until tomorrow?" she said to him. "In case you hadn't noticed..." She pointed her thumb up towards the clock on the wall to her right. "...school's out for the day."

"It shouldn't take too long," Danny replied.

He stared across the room at the professionally dressed woman clad in her skirt and blouse looking back at him through the pair of glasses resting atop the bridge of her nose. Taking a look at the mass of hair that she had penned at the back of her head, Danny's mind was instantly teleported back to the vision of those flowing brown strands draped down over the twin heaps of flesh that ornamented her chest.

He'd stayed up half the night browsing the archives of her website, marveling at the way that she thrashed her hair all about as she lie back on her bed using her fingers to explore the more sensitive areas of her nude form.

"Besides...I'm aware of how dedicated you are to educating your students."

"If this is about you trying to weasel your way into another extension on your homework assignment then you can forget it," Ms. Jacobs said, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

"Actually I was hoping that I could be excused from the assignment altogether," Danny said. He removed the folder from beneath his arm and extended it out to her.

Ms. Jacobs moved toward the front of the class. When she was right in front of Danny she relieved him of the envelope and pried it open.

Danny flashed a big bright smile when he saw her jaw drop open and her eyes bug out from behind her glasses. "Maybe even all the assignments for the rest of the year, Ms. Jacobs," he said as he watched his health teacher continue to flip through what he knew were nude photos of her downloaded from her website. "Or is it Bambi?"

Ms. Jacobs slammed closed the folder and looked up at the sinister sneer that covered his face. "So that's it?" she said to him. "I let you skate by in this course and you keep your mouth shut about all this?"

"Not exactly, Ms. Jacobs," Danny said. The next thing Ms. Jacobs heard was the noise of a zipper. She pulled the folder into her chest and lowered her eyes to the sight of Danny shoving his hand inside of his pants. "I stayed up half the night watching Bambi slide her fingers in and out of the moistest cunt I've ever seen in my life."

Ms. Jacobs found her jaw once again lowering as she watched the student standing in front of her pull free a fully engorged erection for her to see. When Danny wrapped a fist around the rigid mass and began slowly sliding his hand up along the shaft and back down again she removed the glasses from the bridge of her nose just to make sure she was truly witnessing what couldn't possibly be happening right now.

"Do you want to know what I spent the other half doing?"

Ms. Jacobs lifted her eyes back up to his. "I see," dropping the spectacles into a pocket sewn into her blouse. "So what exactly is it that you want from me?" she said to the eager grin he wore.

"I'm not sure, Ms. Jacobs. What would Bambi do in a situation like this?"

Ms. Jacobs curved the corner of her lips up into a halfcocked grin. She turned around and tossed the manila folder on top of one of the desks behind her and pulled up a loose chair. Turning back around to Danny, she removed the pin holding up the hair in the back of her head and let the mass fall freely about her shoulders.

"First of all," she said, stepping closer to him. "Bambi would explain to you that you're going about that all wrong." Ms. Jacobs reached her hand down and wrapped her fingers around Danny's solid pole, replacing his. Her palm grasped tightly around the stick of meat until she was able to feel the pulse of the warm fluid that swelled it.

She leaned her lips down closer to his and gently parted them. "How in the world would you ever expect to drain those balls..." she whispered to him, reaching down with her free hand and cupping his sac snuggly. "...going about stroking this cock in such a piss poor manner."

Ms. Jacobs began stroking her tightly clutched palm up and down his shaft while rotating her wrist back and forth. Massaging the two hanging orbs between his legs, she found she had to lower her body just to keep herself in line with Danny as his knees began to buckle.

His mouth dropped open wide and a grunting gasp slipped from the opening. He felt his trembling erection begin to pound harder with every stroke of Ms. Jacobs' gripping fingers as she carried on with jacking him off in a manor that he'd never found possible on his most desperate excursion.

Finding his bearings once more, Danny hoisted himself back upright. Reaching his hands up, he snatched open her blouse and eagerly hoisted up the cups of her brassier. His eyes widened at the sight of the two magnificent mounds of flesh that spilled out from underneath their trappings.

He quickly smashed his fingers into each mass, grinding his palms against her stiffened nipples. Ms. Jacobs let out a soft high pitched moan and began to quicken the pace of her hand on his shaft.

"Oh, fuck yes," Danny said, staring down at the precum oozing head of his shaft that Ms. Jacobs jostled all about.

"Oh, fuck?" Ms. Jacobs mimicked him playfully. "I'll give you, Oh, fuck."

She released her hold on the boy and took a step back from him, much to his disappointment. She sat back in the chair behind her and scooted to the edge. "How about you come over here and fuck Bambi in her hot mouth. If you think you're up to it."

Danny was completely beside himself given the vision of the transformation that he had witnessed in the woman sitting before him. Watching this once so prudent schoolmarm that had made a career out of making his life miserable morph into the fictitious tramp that he had spent countless hours cumming over in his fantasies filled him with an excitement that he'd never dreamed possible.

If it was at all possible he could have sworn that he felt his already fully enraged hard-on expand two more millimeters in girth at the sight of the bubblegum pink tongue nestled inside of Ms. Jacobs' open mouth.

There was no more restraint left in him.

Danny rushed forward, angling the enlarged tip of his precum dripping rod toward the warm wetness that awaited it.

When he touched the tip of his aching prick to the back of Ms. Jacobs' throat she closed her lips around his shaft to the tune of a soft humming.

Following her orders to a tee, Danny continued hold a tight grasp around his pole as he slid it back and forth across her tickling tongue. Ms. Jacobs provided the void of suction and Danny was left with the task of thrusting his hips back and forth as he prepared to spill out into the back of her throat.

The oncoming sensation forced him to relinquish his grip on his shaft and clutch his palms into the mat of hair on either side of her head. "Yeah, Ms. Jacobs," he called out as he began to speed up his hips, pulling her head down over his shaft with every thrust forward.

"Dude, what the hell is this?" both Danny and Ms. Jacobs heard a voice call out.

She quickly pried her mouth loose from the trembling pole it had been impaled on and both she and the student standing before her turned their heads toward the classroom door. Standing there staring at the image of Danny's cock waving in front of Ms. Jacobs' face were the shocked faces belonging to both Edwin and Jared, each one clad in a letterman's jacket to match Danny's.

Lowering his eyes back down to his erection, Danny suddenly realized that his trembling rod had yet to be distracted by the interruption. An aching groan passed through his lips and Ms. Jacobs once again turned her sights back to the prick dangling in front of her face. It was just in time to watch Danny clutch his palm around it near the engorged head and begin spastically shaking the thing.

When it erupted a flowing river of white spilled out of the slit at the top and began to run down the length of his shaft, over his gripping finger, finally splashing down to the floor at his feet.

His grunts of pleasure soon morphed into noises of anger. He swung his head around to the door. "Ugh! You idiots!" he called out to them. "I was this close to doing it in her mouth," he spoke gruffly.

"What's going on?" Edwin said, unable to take his eyes off of the pair of naked breasts hanging out of Ms. Jacobs' open blouse.

"Boys," Danny said with a grin, turning his face back down to the woman sitting in front of him. "I'd like you to meet Bambi."

"I can't believe this!" Jared said as he scrambled to get Ms. Jacobs' skirt up over her waist. With her bent over the large desk in front of him, he seemed all too eager to get at the wriggling rear end beneath the thin layers of fabric. "Are you watching the door?" he called out to Danny in a panic.

"Will you hurry up and get to it already," Danny said back to him. He looked back over his shoulder and took one more quick peek out of the small window imbedded in the door. "There's nobody else here."

With those words of comfort still echoing in his ear, Jared gripped hold of the elastic band around Ms. Jacobs' waist and snatched her thin cotton panties down just far enough to reveal the voluptuous curves of her naked ass.

Edwin was standing next to Jared on his left and for a moment both boys stood mesmerized by the image in front of them. "C'mon," Edwin finally said, snapping Jared out of his trance. "Go on. Fuck her."

Still staring down at the glowing backside in front of him, Jared fumbled with the buckles of his pants until he was able to pry free his obscenely rigid erection. Lowering the hilt, he took one step forward and pressed the heated end of it into the opening of Ms. Jacobs' silk-lined cavern.

Releasing his hold on the shaft he held, Jared placed a hand on each one of her hips. With one long drawn out groan he pulled back on her hips and slowly slid the remainder of his petrified pole into the warmth of her body.

Edwin stood by and looked on in complete amazement as his friend began to forcefully slap the front of his pelvis against this teacher's lovely rump. The minute squeaks that began to slip from Ms. Jacobs' lips as Jared sped up the pace of his hips only fueled the fire welling up in him.

"Shit," Edwin said to his grunting friend. "I think you're making her cum." He walked around to the front of the desk and stared into the strained and twisted face of this woman. He watched as she reached a hand up and began pinching at her nipples, an act that appeared to draw an even louder squeal from her. "C'mon, Jared, do it!" Edwin called out, overwhelmed by the excitement of what he was witnessing.

Jared hardly had a mind to pay him much attention. Staring down at the sight of his now glistening shaft and reveling at the sensations Ms. Jacobs' constricted cunt placed on it was consuming all of his focus. Three more thrusts later and he'd reached the end of his rope.

"Fuuuck!" Jared called out as he forced his cock balls deep into Ms. Jacobs' hole. He continued to grunt in tune with each gush of fluid that he felt pulsate out of his rod.

He barely had a chance to feel himself go soft inside of her before he felt Edwin tugging back on his arm. No sooner than Jared had slid his shrinking stick out of her Edwin was behind the naked set of ass cheeks undoing his pants.

He managed to get his pants undone in half the time that it had taken Jared to do so and, just like his friend, his rod was already engorged to the point of bursting.

Danny continued to wait by the door, watching over the proceedings with a smug grin on his face. His smile widened at the view of Edwin approaching the slit between Ms. Jacobs' cheeks holding his tool at the ready.

Jared was distracted from doing up his pants by the sound of an ear piercing shriek emanating from Ms. Jacobs.

"Ooh! You little...!" she called out as she arched her back and threw her head back.

"What is it?" Jared asked with a tinge of laughter in his voice. He moved up closer to Edwin in order to get a better look at what exactly was going on.

"It's in my ass!" Ms. Jacobs called out before gasping in another loud breath. "Oh, you little shit. You're fucking me in my ass!"

Jared looked down at the two fleshy humps and saw that Edwin still had a great deal of his shaft exposed. He held on to the stiff rod with one hand and as Ms. Jacobs swiveled her hips around a bit Jared saw him slide a few more inches inside of her tightly clenched sphincter.

"Come on, Ms. Jacobs," Edwin spoke to her. He worked a little more of his shaft into her rectum. "Shiiit!" he breathed out as he stared down at Ms. Jacobs' writhing hips and what was left of his cock.

Ms. Jacobs let slip another loud shriek. Jared's eyes went wide when he saw her push back with her hips and engulf the whole of Edwin's tool up her backside.

It didn't take long for Jared to see a great deal of the shaft reappear again before being plunged back into the tunnel.

Despite Ms. Jacobs' cries and Edwin's strained grunts, Jared was still able to hear the slap of flesh against flesh as Ms. Jacobs' jostling cheeks withstood the onslaught of Edwin's pounding.

Edwin felt the sensation of the tight grip that Ms. Jacobs' ass had on his cock consume the entirety of his body. Reaching a hand forward and gripping his fingers around one of her exposed breasts, a carnal savagery overwhelmed him and he began to fuck Ms. Jacobs' hole without reproach.

Edwin's body shuddered and his knees threatened to give way as he felt his balls clench up closer to his body and his prick begin to spasm inside of the hole that held it. His thrusting never stopped as one burst after another emptied out of him and into the asshole that he simply refused to stop fucking.

Eventually he ran out of steam and the flaccid piece that he wielded slipped from Ms. Jacobs' hold. Reaching back to pull up her panties, Ms. Jacobs stood up straight and pulled down her skirt. "Can I assume that you'll all be wanting passing grades this semester?" she said to Danny.

"That," Danny spoke, "as well as to be excused from turning in assignments."

"Well now," Ms. Jacobs said, placing her glasses back on her face again. "I'm sure that we'll be able to come up with some sort of extracurricular activities that you boys can engage in in order to make up for all of the missed assignments."

By the end of the semester the boys all saw their way to passing with flying colors. And with each extra credit that they earned in Ms. Jacobs' bedroom, Bambi saw the earnings of her webcam site go through the roof.



Extracurricular



It had started out so innocently. Both were new teachers at a large urban high school; both were from small, rural middle schools, albeit at opposite ends of the state. They'd found themselves in adjoining classrooms on the second floor of an old annex to the more modern building. With less than a week before school opened, they were both experiencing a level of stress hitherto never felt at this time of year. Moving to a large city had seemed such a good idea earlier in the summer, but neither had foreseen the amount of bureaucracy that would face them in a school district so much larger than the ones from which they had come. Indeed, nothing had prepared them for city life at all. Finding an apartment, finding parking spaces, getting groceries from the car to the apartment, learning to live with neighbors so close, knowing which areas to avoid had seemed like monumental challenges, but they paled into insignificance when compared with the challenges of getting supplies, preparing plans for several vastly different classes, remembering how to get from room 143A to room 322C within the five minutes allotted to class changes, memorizing the multiple passwords required for inputting student grades, and knowing which teachers to avoid in the faculty lounge. 

It was only natural, therefore, that they had started to spend a quiet hour or so in their classrooms at the end of the day trying to catch up on parent phone calls and the myriad of forms that seemed to need completion. And it was only natural that, when they were both too exhausted to continue, they would get together over a cup of coffee at the cafe on the next block and compare notes about their day, hoping perhaps to benefit from an epiphany that the other might have reached, or at least, to sympathize with each other. It was even completely natural that they would sometimes linger over coffee long enough that it seemed only logical to order dinner. 

As the year wore on and aspects of their profession became more a case of habit than a source of stress, their conversations became more relaxed, social events instead of a frenetic exchange of school-related topics. It was then, after dinner and a bottle of wine one evening, that their relationship began to move in a slightly different direction. They were walking from the restaurant to her apartment when her shoe caught on a loose piece of concrete. She stumbled, he caught her. Simple enough. But instead of letting go, his arm remained around her, and instead of moving away, she pressed her body closer to his. That evening was the first time he stayed at her apartment. Other nights followed. Their students would have been amazed to see their teachers' alter-egos. From mild-mannered, but authoritarian teachers to wanton, sex-crazed individuals, each night bringing them more passion than they had ever imagined. The first night he had taken things slowly, kissing her while his handed caressed her back and pressed her body closer to his. His lips had parted hers, his tongue entwining itself with hers as he kissed her with increasing excitement. He had released her and sat back while she undressed for him, tantalizingly, a button at a time, her skirt lowered in slow motion until it fell from her hips. Her lacy panties and matching bra were a surprise, a pleasant deviation from the more conservative outer clothing she wore at school. Her figure, never delineated by that clothing was perfect. Her large breasts strained at her bra, the cleavage impressive, and the nipples pointed and hard. Her legs were long and lean, her stomach flat. The lace of her panties left little to the imagination, its sheerness allowing to him to see a neatly trimmed pussy and an expanding wet spot. She was equally impressed as he removed his clothing. He was well-muscled and lean, and his manhood was impressive in length and girth, particularly as it was now rising to the occasion.

She reached out, encircling it with her fingers. He leaned in to kiss her moaning softly into her mouth as their lips connected and their tongues began to dance. Her body pressed more urgently against his, and he broke the kiss, pulling her into the bedroom, and pushing her firmly onto the bed. Her legs spread almost of their own accord as he brought his mouth to her sex, his tongue gently lapping the already prolific juices flowing from her. Bringing fingers into play, he inserted one and then two into her pussy, curling them slightly in order to massage her inner walls. His tongue continued to work, strumming at her clit and bringing her closer and closer to climax. Her writhing body served only to encourage his attentions, and it wasn't until she came, her body bucking and shaking, that he slowed, drinking her nectar with a smile. They lay together then, her body continuing to shake and occasionally shuddering with aftershocks. Sweat coated her forehead and he kissed her, relishing the saltiness that was in such contrast to the musky sweetness of her pussy.

He had almost drifted into sleep when he felt her move, sliding down the bed away from his arms. He felt her hands moving over the hair on his chest and slipping lower towards the hair on his groin, lovingly and gently curling it with her fingers. His skin increased in sensitivity, the nerves alert to every touch, as he focused on the sensations and the expectation of where she was going. Moving her position, she slid her body between his legs, the warmth of her breath making his cock twitch in anticipation. As her head lowered, her tongue moved along his length, sliding slowly down to his balls. Taking one into her mouth, she savored the feel of it moving under the skin as she rolled it around with her tongue. Squeezing gently with her lips as she released it, she gave the other the same attention and then returned to the head of his cock, sucking on just the tip and allowing her tongue to roam around the rim. She could feel it hardening, and took him all the way into her mouth, sucking him deeply into her throat and continuing her exploration with her tongue. He could feel the back of her throat against him, could feel the muscles of her throat, and could feel the smooth firm caress of her tongue. As if at some unspoken signal, his hips began to thrust as her head began to bob, her cheeks contracting as she pulled him in, her lips squeezing along his length, and her tongue just one more exquisite sensation against his manhood. He wanted to cum, he wanted the sensations to never end. He wanted to say wrapped in that warm velvety cocoon forever. Too soon, he felt his balls tighten. He could feel his heart racing and the sweat beading on his forehead as he came with such intensity he thought she must surely choke on the quantity of his seed spurting into her throat. But she swallowed it all, smiling and licking her lips to ensure that not a drop of his salty sweetness was missed.

Within a month, they had moved together into one apartment. It was a little further from school, which gave them the chance of perpetuating the myth that they were merely coworkers. Whilst not forbidden, relationships that crossed the lines of friendship and an occasional cup of coffee together were discouraged, and neither had the inclination to become fodder for the gossip of the faculty lounge. They had been initially nervous about the move, and, indeed about the direction of their relationship and the chance of discovery, but as time went on and nothing was said, they began to relax.

Their passion was becoming greater rather than less. Seemingly never sated, they stole kisses begind locked doors in their darkened classrooms at lunchtime, their hands roving over each other, desperately wanting to go further, but knowing that they couldn't until they could escape the dusty halls and return to their apartment. In public they continued the charade of friendly, but formal coworkers, interested only in their students' grades, their lesson plans, and the bureaucracy that seemed to govern their every teaching moment. In private, their exploits only increased in intensity, fantasies being fulfilled as quickly as they could be dreamed.

As humans, when we are not caught, we tend to perpetuate untruths. When we get away with something, we are liable to push the envelope a little further the next time. Stolen kisses and roving hands at school eventually became more daring. They didn't always remember to lock the doors and their hands began to slide into the clothing rather than remaining on top. Still, they were not interrupted or discovered and they began to become even less concerned about being caught. She would wait until he was grading papers and would crawl under his desk, unzipping him and taking him into the wet heat of her mouth, moaning in unison with him while she brought him to increasing hardness and then over the brink, his groans only slightly stifled. He would come into her room as she was cleaning the board or shelving books, his hands sliding up her thighs, taking that conservative skirt with them, exposing her to the empty desks and pulling her panties aside so that he could fuck her with his fingers.

It was on one of these occasions that he discovered she was not wearing panties that day. Relishing the feel of his hands on her, and knowing how much it would excite him, she had decided to make it easier for him to access all of her. His reaction was all she could have hoped. She could feel his hardness pressing against her ass as his fingers eagerly sought her clit and slid between the wet folds of her flesh. She could feel his hot breath against her neck and his increased heartbeat against her back. It may have been their continued lack of discovery, or perhaps the unexpected nakedness of her, that made him throw caution to the wind. Unzipping and releasing his cock, his pants falling around his ankles, he bent her over the bookcase, pushing her legs further apart.

He was so hard and she was so wet that he slid into her easily, his hips immediately beginning to rhythmically thrust. His one hand sought her breast, pulling it free of its constraints, while his other gripped her hip and stomach as he pounded into her, his balls slapping against her ass, and his cock plunging deeply, driving her against the bookcase. They were oblivious to everything but a primal need, an instinctual desire to bring each other to an earth-shattering climax. Their groans were muted but not silenced and the rocking of the bookcase served as percussive accompaniment. Together they climaxed, her cunt being flooded with a messy cocktail of their combined juices. They stood that way for endless minutes while he slowly softened and their breathing returned to normal, the bookcase being a necessary support for their weak and shaking knees.

It was only then that they began to become aware of their surroundings, aware that their breathing was not the only sound in the room. Eyes slightly blurred, and brains slightly fuzzy, they looked towards the doorway. The door was still closed, but standing there was a student from her senior class. She vaguely recognized him as one who was repeating his senior year, and who had been slow to turn in work that semester. His cell phone was in his hand and a smile was on his face.



Extracurricular



Mackenzie 'Mack' Jordan looked upon the massive college she would be attending for the next two years and felt a thrill of nerves flow through her body. She adjusted the collar of her polo shirt and shoved her hands into her jeans pockets, attempting a nonchalant walk as she entered the establishment. 

She knew why she felt nervous about the place, and it wasn't the thought of meeting new people and fitting into a new order. As a rule she was a confident person, somebody who made friends easily and flourished in new environments. She'd been popular in school because of her witty personality and devil-may-care attitude. Her dashing good looks hadn't exactly been a burden, either. 

No, it wasn't the new people she would meet that scared her, it was the old face she would not be able to avoid.

Mack remembered her as if she'd seen her just yesterday, when in reality she hadn't seen Carla Suarez in approximately five years. The last time had been on the last day of Primary School. At the tender age of eleven, Mack had been unaware that the admiration she had for her teacher, Miss Suarez, was actually a budding attraction in disguise, masked by the naïvety of her age.

Miss Suarez had been the perfect teacher; young, pretty, caring and sweet, ready to help each and every child in her care. Mack was taken instantly by her warm smile and soft brown eyes. She would bring the teacher things she had made; pieces of juvenile art and cookies she'd made with her mother. She was smitten in the way children often are with adults who pay them what seems like special attention at the time. 

A year later Mack was leaving for High School, and it wasn't until several years later that she realised she was a lesbian, and the admiration she'd had for Miss Suarez was in fact her first crush. 

She smiled to think of her naïvety now. She would be seventeen in a week, and by this point she was anything but naïve. She had several girlfriends under her belt - none of which had lasted more than a month at the most - but between them she'd learned plenty about how to please the female species, and her almost arrogant confidence was testament to that. 

So she was surprised when, upon seeing the name Carla Suarez on her lesson timetable, she'd been overwhelmed with a case of the nerves that she just couldn't seem to shake. It was ridiculous, really. Her silly juvenile crush surely wouldn't mean anything now, would it? Of course not. So why merely seeing the name had caused her heart to start pounding was a mystery to her. An unsettling, somewhat disturbing mystery. 

She was jolted firmly into the present by a familiar voice calling her name, and turned to see Jazz making her way through the crowds that Mack hadn't even noticed accumulating. She waited until the mocha skinned girl finally made it to her side before moving off into one of the quieter corridors to talk. 

"Isn't this cool!? We're students now!" Jazz enthused, her long black hair still inexplicably shiny and sinfully straight. She and Mack had been an item once upon a time, and even though it hadn't worked out they'd remained firm friends. Friends with benefits when things were a little dry, which suited both of them just fine. 

"Being a student doesn't make you any more mature, y'know." Mack teased, "So, what's your first class?" 

"Business, you?" Jazz replied vaguely, momentarily distracted by a blonde girl as she sauntered past with a group of friends. Mack shook her head in amusement. Jazz never could keep her mind on the conversation when there were pretty girls around. 

"English Literature, which I'm going to miss if I don't get a move on. See you at break, yeah?" 

"Yeah..." Jazz muttered her eyes glued to the backside of a brunette now. Mack chuckled and pulled out her map of the building. Time to get this college thing started.

Mack looked up at the number painted above the door and checked her timetable once again. 

"Damn, this is the one.." She muttered as she shoved the sheet back into her pocket. On the other side of this door, Carla Suarez was no doubt waiting for the last stragglers of her class to arrive so she could begin. Mack took a deep breath and slowly opened the door. She let it out in a long relieved sigh when she saw that the teacher had not yet arrived. 

She hurried and found a seat at the back of the room, behind the other twenty or so boisterous teenagers, and tried to make herself look as small as possible, which for a girl who was almost six feet tall was damn near impossible. Still, she grabbed a nearby text book and flicked through it, adopting a a bored expression whilst her eyes took in words like expressionism and realism. Her ears, meanwhile, strained to hear the creaky swing of the door that would herald Miss Suarez's arrival. 

It came about five minutes later, and Mack had to exercise great restraint in order to keep her eyes on the book whilst the rest of the students fell quiet.

"Good afternoon, students." Still the same beautifully accented voice with its teasing sound, Mack thought, and slowly she glanced up with eyes so dark they appeared black, and gasped softly as she was transported back to her first day of year six. Carla hadn't aged a day since then and her warm, inviting smile was still very much present. 

"Welcome to college level Art and Design. My name is Carla Suarez and you may refer to me as Carla." Mack found her eyes travelling the length of Carla's body - something her eleven year old mind had never done -- and picking out the tantalising swell of full breasts beneath the loose shirt favoured by most artists, and the supple curve of hips that disappeared into shapely jeans-clad legs.

"-you will each find your own artistic niche along the way, and work to nurture it to its full potential." Mack pulled her eyes away when she realised Carla had been talking and she hadn't heard a word of it. She valiantly wrenched her attention to the teacher's words and away from her assets. So far, it seemed she hadn't been noticed by the soft brown eyes she could remember as clear as day. She wasn't sure if she was relieved by this or disappointed, and decided to analyse her feelings another time. 

"First things first, I want you to tell me each of your names so I can check them against the register and learn who you are. Lets start at the front and work our way back." The moment of truth was coming. Would Miss Suarez remember the girl who used to fawn over her all those years ago? Would she still see that young girl or would she see the young woman Mack believed she had become? 

Panic began to swell in her stomach as the names came closer and louder, and when it was finally her turn, an embarrassing squeak erupted that sounded nothing like Mackenzie Jordan. The whole class, including Carla, turned to look at her and a blush threatened to colour her cheeks. Damn it, Mack, you idiot...She cleared her throat and tried again.

"Mackenzie Jordan..." Mack saw recognition flare in Carla's eyes, but otherwise she made no comment and simply checked off her name on the list. 

"Okay, guys and girls, time to get down to business..." 

By the end of the class it seemed Mack's little indiscretion had been forgotten, and thanks to the work they had been tasked with, her attention had been solely on the desk in front of her. Once or twice she had sensed Carla at her shoulder and been overtaken by the faint smell of Givenchy, a perfume she distinctly remembered the teacher had a fondness for, a fondness she shared. She inhaled deeply whenever Carla was near in the hopes she would catch whiff of the intoxicating mixture of ingredients she couldn't name. Shit, she thought, its worse than ever. 

She was relieved when the bell that signalled the end of the day rang through the corridors, releasing her from her self imposed torture. She quickly gathered her things together, hoping to make a quick escape.

"Mackenzie Jordan?" Chills wound their way around Mack's spine at the sound of her name on those perfectly formed lips, she paused in her clearing immediately and looked up, her eyes meeting Carla's head on for the first time in six years.

"Yes?" She said, warily, like a mouse caught in the the claws of a wily cat. Carla smiled a perfect smile at her and inclined her head. 

"I'd like a word with you before you leave, if you don't mind." The voice was so silky sweet, the invitation to be alone with her so tempting, Mack could not decline. She nodded and waited as the class filed out, slowly packing away the rest of her books and zipping up her bag. When all fell silent, she waited for Carla to make the first move.

"You have a great talent, you know." Carla started, moving around the desks until she was close enough for Mack to smell her again. Mack shrugged, unsure what to say, what she was expected to say. Carla continued. 

"I always knew you would continue your art. I remember the pictures you used to bring me. I could see you had so much potential." As she spoke, Mack's eyes were drawn to her mouth, and then to the small beauty spot at the corner of her lips. She had a sudden urge to run her thumb over it, to see if she could feel the small blemish or if it would be as smooth as the surrounding skin. She licked her lips nervously, not sure if she would be able to keep up her restraint. 

"I just like creating beautiful things..." She replied, her voice slightly shaky. Carla was close, more close than was proper, she was sure, but she was unable to step back. The teacher chuckled.

"You even think like an artist now. You've grown into a fine woman, Mackenzie." Being half a head shorter than Mack, Carla had to tilt her head back to meet the student's eyes. The position made it seem like she was getting ready to accept a kiss, at least to Mack's eyes it did. She swallowed nervously.

"Mack...people call me Mack, now..." She explained. Distantly she heard doors swinging shut, and then nothing. It seemed as though they were the only people left in the building. 

"Hmm, Mack..." Carla took a merciful step back, but Mack's relief was short lived as the teacher's eyes roved over her lean, boyish body, her gaze almost a caress. "It suits you." she eventually murmured, and Mack thought she detected desire in her tone. But that was crazy, right?

"Uh, thank you." She uttered, suddenly very aware of her hardened nipples as they rubbed against the fabric of her shirt. Carla noticed them too, and made no secret of it.

"You're not wearing a bra, Mack. Is that a regular occurrence?" She teased, and gazed unashamedly at the two pinpoints as she waited for an answer. Understanding now that she was being played with, Mack felt desire flare in the pit of her stomach, and blood rushed to her centre, making her clit swell so much she was sure she could feel it pressing against the seam of her jeans, and almost looked down to check if she could see it bulging at her crotch.

"Yes..." She croaked, and Carla stepped close again, this time bringing her hands up to slide beneath Mack's shirt, stroking over the tense muscles of the student's stomach and further to close her hands over the small breasts with their tight, pebble hard peaks. Mack gasped and her eyes slammed shut, her body shuddering with both surprise and pleasure.

"How very bad of you..." Carla whispered, and rubbed her palms in tight circles over the hard buds. Mack arched into her hands. Carla didn't seem to care that she had the breasts of a student in her hands, and Mack certainly didn't mind the attention she was getting. A soft moan escaped her as Carla circled her sensitive nipples with the pads of her thumbs. She didn't usually let someone take all the control like this, but for the moment she was loathe to take over. Carla's ministrations were making her wild with desire, and the teacher knew it. 

A second later Carla was pushing her hard against her desk and wrenching up her shirt in order to take a nipple into her hungry mouth. Mack braced herself with her arms and offered up her chest willingly, the sight of the teacher's lips around her flesh and the feeling of her tongue as it flicked and teased her nipple bringing her to the edge of orgasm. Teeth tugged at her almost painfully and she threw her head back and groaned, the pressure at her centre building to unbearable heights. 

Then she felt nimble fingers releasing the button on her jeans and somewhere in the fog of her desire, she realised that Carla had complete power over her. Mack didn't like to be so out of control. In fact, she hated it.

Swiftly, she inverted their positions and pushed Carla up onto the desk. Only momentarily surprised, Carla quickly adapted to the change and made room for Mack as she fit her hips between the teacher's legs. The tables had been turned and it seemed Carla was more than happy to accommodate. Mack firmly grasped her ass and thrust against her whilst her mouth claimed Carla's in a fiery kiss where tongues melded together, battling one another for supremacy. 

Carla stripped away her shirt and bra and worked at pushing off her jeans until she was gloriously naked and spread wide across the desk. Moving to the breasts so much bigger than her own, Mack took her fill of the dark nipples, suckling and teasing whilst her pelvis rocked, the seam of her jeans rubbing at Carla's centre and producing the most deliciously primal noises from the teacher's mouth. Mack had to feel her, to claim her in ways she never would have dreamed of six years ago. 

She insinuated her hand between them and plunged her fingers into thick, hot wetness. She continued her rocking as she stroked Carla's throbbing clit with sure fingers. Pinching the nerves between her fingers, she rubbed her seam hard against the swollen tip, causing Carla to jerk and arousal to gush from her, coating Mack's jeans in the sweet juice. 

Firmly in her element now, Mack smirked, aware that she had Carla's clit in a hold that would not allow her to come until Mack released her. Each stroke from the rough texture of her jeans pushed her higher and higher until she was ready to explode. And then slowly, gently, Mack entered her, pushing her long fingers deep into what felt like molten lava. Hot twitching flesh enfolded her fingers and squeezed as she began to work them in and out. 

Carla's hips moved against her hand, the teacher moaning and crying out as Mack thumbed her clit one last time, spilling her over into an explosive orgasm that shook both her body and the table beneath her. She wrapped her legs around Mack, twitching and thrusting against her as she drained every ounce of pleasure out of her orgasm. 

Mack came a second later, having used her free hand to stroke herself to ecstasy, something she enjoyed doing as she watched her lovers come. She exploded into her hand with a groan and slumped against Carla, both their bodies coated in the sweat of sex.

Minutes later, Mack withdrew and rearranged her clothes, ensuring there was no visual evidence of their activities to see. She leaned over Carla and gave her a cocky peck on the lips.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Miss Suarez." She whispered, and as she left the room, she wondered why she had ever been nervous at all. 

When Jazz finally saw Mack exit the college, she waved and met her at the gates. 

"What the hell? I've been waiting ages for-" She suddenly caught sight of the wet patch at the crotch of Mack's jeans and shook her head with a grin. "I might have known you'd pull on the first day. Who was it?" Mack smirked her way and shoved her hands into her pockets.

"Dude, you wouldn't believe me if I told you." 

***

-Months later-

"You're kidding, right!?" Jazz exclaimed, wide eyes staring at her biology tutor, Miss Riley, whilst Mack studied her nails with mock disinterest.

"Nope. Remember that 'extra study time' I had last week?" The dark haired youth asked, enjoying Jazz's incredulous expression as she nodded, "Turns out it really was a study in biology. Hers." She followed her statement with a grin that would have been perverse on a guy, but on Mack it just made her look roguish and even more handsome. Jazz shook her head and whistled. 

"You're going to get into trouble if you carry on, Mack, I'm sure of it. One of these teachers is bound to want something more..." Jazz trailed off as Ashley Jacobs walked by their table, heading for the food counter. Mack smirked as Jazz's head gradually turned, brown eyes following the voluptuous profile as it passed and fixing to the nicely rounded backside that swayed slightly as Ashley walked. 

"You asked her out yet or what?" Jazz speedily turned back to the table and Mack saw what was unmistakably a blush on her face. 

"Huh? Asked who out...?" Jazz tried for nonchalance but the way she wouldn't meet Mack's eyes gave her away in an instant. Mack chuckled and pointed at Ashley's rear.

"The blonde with the cute little butt? Asked her out yet? Every time you and her are in the same room your eyes almost drop out of your head," Mack explained, "Honestly, its kind of sickening watching you drool whilst I'm trying to eat." She smiled to show she was joking but Jazz's face was painted with a scowl as she sipped from her juice bottle. 

"I already asked her out," She grumbled when she'd finished, "She said no." 

Mack's eyebrows disappeared into her hairline. Jazz was very rarely rejected by anybody; her exotic Asian looks saw to that. Even Mack had had a hard time resisting her long black hair and tall slim body once upon a time. "Guess you'll just have to move on, mate. Plenty of fish in the sea and all that." She grinned and not-so-subtly adjusted the crotch of her jeans, "Take it from me, there are plenty." 

With one last longing glance at Ashley, Jazz pushed her food away and stood with a sigh. "I guess you're right-"

"Would Mackenzie Jordan please report to the Principal's office. Mackenzie Jordan to the Principal's office, please." The nasal tones interrupted Jazz's reply and caused everyone in the canteen to look their way. 

"What did I say?" Jazz said, an 'I told you so' tone to her voice, "Now you're in trouble, and I'm getting out of here before it rubs off on me. Catch you later!" Mack shook her head as Jazz hastily retreated and then stood and manoeuvred herself around the many tables until she made it to the door. 

As she meandered through the corridors she tried to remember whether she had done anything that warranted a trip to the Principal but could think of nothing. The request for her came over the intercom again and she felt a cold sweat come over her. Were her college days over just months after they had begun?

When she finally stood outside the room that preceded the Principal's office, she took a long deep breath and knocked. The same nasal voice that sent out the message called a quick 'Come in!' and Mack entered slowly, almost expecting the door to explode if she opened it too fast. 

"Take a seat next to the office, the Principal will be with you momentarily." The nameplate on the desk read Mrs Nancy Smith, and the woman behind it was middle aged looking with peppered grey hair pulled back into a tight, no-nonsense bun. Hoping to glean some kind of idea of what the Principal's problem was, Mack bypassed the chairs set out by the office and plopped down into the one facing Mrs Smith.

"So...come here often?" She began, chuckling and then covering it with a cough when she received no reaction from the secretary. She decided to try the direct approach instead. "So what's the story? Why am I here?"

"If you'd like to take a seat by the office, the Principal will see you momentarily." Mrs Smith replied. 

"You're a tough nut to crack, Mrs Smith..." Mack sighed and moved to one of the specified seats. With a quick glance at the clock, she settled down to wait.

***

Mack watched as Mrs Smith packed up her things and began to wonder whether she'd been forgotten. The secretary left without a word in her direction and Mack glanced at the door to the Principal's office, wondering if the occupant even knew she was there. It had been Mrs Smith's voice over the intercom. Maybe this was some kind of revenge formulated by the secretary, but for what, she didn't know. 




Extracurricular



Just when she was about to get up and leave, the door opened and there stood the Principal, all subtle curves that looked like they'd been poured into the skirt and blouse she was wearing. Full lips quirked as Mack stared, not bothering to mask her desire as she took in the rest of Miss Connolly's appearance, including dark brown hair that looked as if it had just been released from its bindings and shapely legs that disappeared into black heels. The dark chocolate brown skin hadn't been missed, either. 

"If you'd just like to come this way, Mackenzie, we can get this over and done with." Dumbstruck, Mack followed her and sat when Miss Hendricks pointed to the chair opposite hers, "I realise you are probably wondering what it is you've done wrong, Mackenzie." The red lips smiled when Mack simply nodded, unable to speak. "Well you see, Mack, there's nothing that happens in my establishment that I don't know about. That includes every single one of your escapades since you started here two months ago..." Mack visibly swallowed, sure that she was about to be thrown out of college for her crimes.

"Including your many adventurous foray's with Miss Suarez..." Once hadn't been nearly enough for Carla. She'd eagerly sought Mack out throughout the last couple of months, giving her detentions for sketchy reasons, stopping by her other classes to request her presence at some phony 'extra art' class or other. Carla hadn't been able to get enough of her. Mack's groin ached as she thought of all the wild things the tutor enjoyed, the things she had learned from the older woman about what women want. 

"Not to mention Miss Howie..." Mack's music teacher. Somehow she'd heard about Carla's extra lessons and one day Mack had found herself cornered by the very slightly butch blonde. Without a doubt the teacher was a master at playing the piano, but Mack had been a master at playing her.

"And Miss Clarke..." The PE teacher Mack had run into when she'd stopped by the Sports Hall to maybe sign up for the college football team. The fairly young woman had been captivated by Mack's performance in the trial match that she'd offered to give Mack a lift home in her VW Minivan. They'd put the bed in that vehicle to much use before she'd driven Mack home.

"And I saw you the other day in the bathroom stall..." Ah, Miss Hodgeson, Mack's English Literature teacher. In what could only be described as an ambush, the tutor had followed Mack into the toilets and pushed her into a stall before hitching her skirt up and dragging Mack's hand between her legs. Always ready to please, Mack had brought her off in a matter of minutes and then left the toilets as if nothing had happened, Miss Hodgeson following ten minutes later. 

"So we have a problem, Mack, don't we?" Miss Connolly said, her voice a sensual whisper. She didn't expect an answer so Mack remained quiet, just watching as the Principal stood and rounded her desk until she was standing behind Mack's chair. "The problem, Mack, is that I didn't come first." The last words were whispered in Mack's ear and heat flooded her body. But she didn't move. 

After a few moments of silence, the Principal rounded Mack's chair and to the student's surprise, she was no longer wearing the skirt and blouse. Mack stared as she was introduced Miss Connolly's white lace bra and panties, the latter of which sported a dark wet stain the length of the Principal's sex. Mack's mouth became dry as Miss Connolly inched the panties down her legs in front of her, revealing a wash of dark curls that clung together with arousal. When the underwear hit the floor, the Principal slid onto the desk and spread her legs apart, giving Mack an unhindered view of everything she had to offer. Mack shifted forward in her chair but Miss Connolly stopped her with a raised finger. 

When she was certain Mack would obey, the Principal took that same finger and slid it between her folds, gliding down until Mack saw the tip disappear, followed by the knuckle. Mack gripped the sides of her chair, hands turning white as she fought the overwhelming urge to ignore the Principal's silent command and just take her. Miss Connolly saw her discomfort and smiled wickedly as she withdrew from herself. 

"You seem desperate, Mack..." She leaned forward and brought the very wet finger to Macks mouth, where she traced the soft lips until Mack opened and engulfed the digit. Miss Connolly gasped as Mack's tongue went to work cleaning the finger, swirling and licking until the Principal finally pulled it slowly out. She leaned back on her hands and rested bare feet on the arms of Mack's chair.

"Come and fuck me, Mack." Mack didn't have to be told twice. She lunged forward and buried her face in the Principal's sex, sucking the pulsing clit in and flicking it hard with her tongue. She wasted no time in sliding her fingers into the warm wet sheath of the Principal's core, pushing them in and out roughly until she felt a clenching that signalled the woman was already near. Cruelly she withdrew then and kissed her way up the writhing body, pausing to practically rip off the bra and take a nipple between her teeth. She tugged hard whilst her wet fingers painted the other nipple with arousal, readying it for her mouth. 

She switched nipples and thrust her hips between the Principal's legs, the hard ridge of the strap-on she'd taken to wearing pressing insistently against the hot flesh through her jeans. The Principal felt the intrusion and smirked as her hands deftly unzipped Mack's pants and lifted the toy out.

Grabbing it by the tip, she guided it to her entrance and gasped in pleasure when Mack slammed it all the way in without preamble. Mack's hands left her breasts to reach around and cup the fleshy buttocks, holding the Principal firmly as she fucked her with long slow strokes, looking down and enjoying the way her fake member disappeared inch by inch and reappeared even wetter than before. Miss Connolly clawed at her back beneath her shirt opening the welts Carla liked to leave whenever they came together. 

Mack gritted her teeth and thrust harder until the Principal screamed out her pleasure and clamped down around her member, making her strokes slow down as the inner muscles tightened and hastened her entry. Miss Connolly panted into her shoulder as she came down from her high. 

Not one for basking in the afterglow, Mack pulled back and withdrew with a barely audible 'pop', making the Principal groan out her displeasure as her sensitive muscles twitched around emptyness. Mack tucked herself back in and zipped up her jeans without comment, then she left without a word.



Extracurricular



Nikki stood in the vice principals office looking anywhere but the stern man's face. Ashamed did not begin to describe the way she felt right now. 

"What exactly do you have to say for yourself, Miss Carlson?" Mr. Robinson asked quietly.

"I'm really sorry, sir. We were just experimenting; it wasn't going to go any further. Trust me," she added caustically.

The young man at her side chuckled softly only to turn away from her sudden rage-filled glare. Mr. Robinson cleared his throat and the two looked back to the floor.

"You seem to disagree, Mr. Tyler?" he asked.

"Uh, no sir..."

"Then what the hell is so funny?" the man demanded as the boy began to fidget.

"N-nothing, sir," he replied quietly.

Jake Robinson knew exactly what the little turd meant. And he could honestly say that he was surprised. Not about Henry Tyler trying to get his rocks off at school. That was common place. He was on the football team and a number of them had a way with the girls. In fact, this wasn't even the third time he'd caught Henry with a girl this year, though the situation was a good deal more innocent than any other so far. 

No, the surprise was that the slut in question today was Nikki Carlson. She was a good student, made good grades, extracurricular activities, a serious tomboy and a very sweet girl. What was she doing with Henry's dick in her mouth during class? Surely she silly enough to think he was 'the one', was she?

He could honestly say that when he'd walked up on the freshly turned eighteen year-olds, he felt envy. She was really going at it with her shirt on the ground beside her and that little prick was getting more action than he needed. Nikki was definitely better developed than her baggy jeans and t-shirts let on. Her hips and thighs were thick, but not fat. Her stomach was fairly toned and her breasts were gorgeous. She kept her hair tied back in a ponytail and he was constantly making her remove her favored baseball cap. He'd actually gotten in the habit since he caught sight of her face earlier in the year. She had a nice milk chocolate complexion with bright brown, almond shaped eyes and little button nose with full lips that really begged to be kissed. She was a student, but she was also a very hot young woman. Too bad she was wasting her time with little pricks like Henry.

She didn't have much of a reputation for this sort of thing. There were rumors floating around that she gave great head, but she'd never even had a boyfriend publicly. But she said that she'd been experimenting? 

He glanced back at Henry, whose eyes were glued to Nikki's chest with an almost longing expression. He also noticed Henry was hard. That little shit was really still expecting to finish? Not likely. 

"Well, first things first. Henry, you should head to the gym. Immediately. Coach Keith will be expecting you. Since you seem to have so much energy, you can spend your last few hours on campus on the field. I'll be filling out the papers for your out of school suspension for the next week, calling your parents and of course recommending you be benched for a month in the meantime," Mr. Robinson said quietly.

"You can't do that! The season is just about to start - we've got scouts coming out!" Henry yelled completely forgetting where he was and who he was talking to.

Mr. Robinson stood to his full height and leaned over the desk.

"Boy, you better watch your tone. I don't care about your scouts or your college career; just like you didn't when you put your dick above your common sense! And you are lucky that this is all I'm going to do. Now get to the gym and get out of my sight or I'll drag you down there myself and I hope you give me a reason to knock you out!" he yelled as he pointed to the door.

With a scathing look at the other man, he gathered the remains of his dignity and walked out quietly. Mr. Robinson was one of the scarier administrators in the school and no one wanted to mess with him.

He was in his early thirties and very tall. He wasn't bulky, but he did have meat and muscle to back up all six feet and four inches of him. He was incredibly dark skinned. Almost mahogany. He had eyes so dark brown they looked black that fit perfectly with his stern, strong featured face. The ladies on the staff gave him more than an appraising eye, but he had no interest in screwing around at work. Just wasn't worth it. Besides, his last breakup was insane and he was enjoying the downtime. He did suppose that shaving his head made him look a bit older than his years, but it worked with the kids. They seemed to respect him more than his younger looking coworkers. 

He pulled out his walkie-talkie and called Coach Keith.

"Yellow, Rob! What's up?" the jovial man replied.

"Just sent Henry your way. He's not going to be starting this month. And I'm suspending him."

"Ouch. Fooling around with another girl here?"

"That's right."

"Oh, well. I told him to keep it in his pants. Good thing I've got some real good prospects this year or I'd be worried."

Nikki was shaking now, though. She was terrified and he was sure he knew why. Her parents would kill her. They were both far too upstanding and decent to abide by their daughter giving head behind a set of bleachers and being caught in such an undignified position.

"Might I suggest running him into the ground?"

"You got it, Rob! He's been getting more and more annoying lately. Varsity went to both his heads. I'll send him home crying," Coach Keith laughed.

"Right," Mr. Robinson said as he turned off the device. "Now, Miss Carlson. What on earth were you thinking?"

"Like I said, sir, just an experiment..."

"You were sucking his penis. What was the experiment?" he asked.

"I'd rather not say," she said.

"...I see. You'd rather explain to your parents, then? I can arrange that," he said as he reached for the phone.

"No, please! Don't tell them. They'd kill me!" she begged.

He looked at her, feeling a strange mix of pity and arousal. She'd really been giving that dick some serious love. Bobbing her whole torso as she worked it with her mouth. Thick drool coming off her chin as she eagerly sucked on it. He'd really had to stop them when he realized they were both moaning. She'd been enjoying it as much as Henry. There were women his age that didn't like giving head to such a degree.

"I may not tell your parents depending on your reasoning. If you're going down a poor path, then I'll need to let them know. But you did say you were experimenting, which means you were trying to learn something. Just what were you trying to learn?" he asked again.

She swallowed hard and looked back at the ground. When she looked back up, she looked determined.

"Henry has a reputation around school," she started hesitantly.

"Oh?" he asked.

"Yes. He's got one of the bigger...you know?" she asked while she became even more flustered.

"I see," he said fighting off a grin.

Of course everyone was aware of how well hung the little bastard was. He never wasted a single opportunity to show off or get some poor, foolish girl to talk about it publicly. Of course, he was also a boy with no clue of how to use a decent tool because he was too arrogant to learn. Some of the rumors from the past couple of years had been hilarious.

"Well, I was trying to get the hang of...getting a guy that size off..."

"Why?"

"Bet..." she whispered in shame.

"Okay. This should be good. Out with it," he ordered.

She began a weak, but funny story about how a few of the other girls accused her of being a lesbian. She'd countered that she could better satisfy a guy and they'd picked the mark. For her trouble she was going to get a new game system if she won and give up $100 if she lost.

Girls these days were just as bad as the boys! Everyone seemed to have something to prove. But the fact that she'd been so confident in such mature skills wasn't lost on him. Watching her suck Henry off was hot. Knowing that she wasn't doing it because she thought she was in 'love' was even better. She just wanted to prove that she could do it better than the 'prissy little bit- oh, sorry sir!'

"Well, you certainly looked like you were enjoying yourself, Miss Carlson," he said. "Were you?"

She seemed too flustered to answer. He came around the desk, noting her hitched breathing and put his hand on her shoulder.

"Because there's nothing wrong if you did enjoy it. It's rare, but not wrong," he said as he began to rub her shoulder as he came up behind her.

"I know that what I did was wrong and I really am sorry. I won't do it again, I swear," she blurted excitedly. 

"On school grounds?" he asked on a whisper in her ear.

"Right..."

"Which means you will do it again. You'll just be smarter about it. Tell me, Nikki. You ever done more with a guy than just a blow job?"

"Should we be talking about this?" she asked nervously.

"Well, I'm here to help take care of all the students, Nikki. Of course, you can always just talk about this with your parents. I wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable," he said quietly.

"I've had sex before, if that's what you're asking..."

"I take it you enjoyed it?"

"A little. I mean, nothing really special. I got off better on my own," she said with only a hint of disappointment in her voice.

"I see," he said as he moved in behind her, dwarfing her smaller frame.

His hands were still on her shoulders, kneading them softly. He was very close, enough for her to feel his body heat and smell his cologne.

"I'm not a slut. I've only had a couple of partners. But they were just..." she trailed off uncertain of how to finish.

"Boys?" he asked.

"Yes!" she gasped as she turned to look into his face. "Exactly!"

"Boys can be selfish in regards to sex," he offered softly while giving her plenty of eye contact.

"Even when you show them how you want them to touch you! I mean the first guy only wanted to get off and the other one didn't want to listen at all. It's frustrating when I did so much to get them off and they don't care to do the same."

"Like what you did for Henry?" he asked.

"Yeah..." she said going quiet again.

"Nikki, have you ever had a guy eat you out?"

"N-no. Got to admit that I never asked. I know a lot of guys that won't go there, so I figured I'd wait for a guy to suggest it first."

"Would you like to try it?" he asked.

"Huh?" she blurted in shock.

Jake grabbed her and hefted her onto his desk and pressed in against her.

"Do you want me to lick your pussy until you come?" he asked lightly.



Extracurricular Activities



It was a normal Thursday, the final bell had rung and the students were filing out of the High school. I waited by my car for my friend Katie to come out so I could give her a ride home, as I always did. We got to her apartment building and she invited me in, just to hang out until her mother came home, so she would have someone with her so she would feel safe, at least, that's what she told me. We got inside her apartment and sat on the couch, she turned on the TV and we watched it for about ten minutes, she then looked at me and said, in a deep, throaty, sexy voice, "There's something I've always wanted to tell you. I think you are so hot, and I've wanted to fuck you since we first met." 

I was stunned, I mean, I'll admit that I'm good looking, I'm 6'5", well built, and I work out regularly, but this took me completely by surprise. "I'll take it by your silence that you like that thought," she said, and she pushed me down onto the couch, she kissed me passionately, which I gladly returned, cause Katie is sexy, I had fantasized about her, but I had never thought that I would have the chance to actually get inside her. She removed my shirt, and used her long hair to her advantage by running it lightly up and down my chest and stomach. I was bulging through my pants at this point, and she noticed, she looked at me and smiled. She kissed and licked my navel as she unbuttoned and removed my pants, revealing my boxers straining to keep my cock in them. 

She removed my boxers and my cock, now free of the restraint, stood at it's full 7 inches. She admired it and told me that it was one of the biggest she'd ever seen, but I got the feeling she'd said that to more than just me. She then grinned a sly grin at me and kissed my pecs then moved downwards, kissing over my abs and up my cock, before she took about three-quarters of it into her mouth. She then wrapped one hand around the base of my cock, and used her other hand to play with my balls as she sucked me off. I lay back on the couch enjoying myself, she swung herself around and straddled my chest, at this I grabbed her nice tight ass and guided it towards my face, I could not believe that I was going to 69 Katie, I had gone down on a few girls before her, so I knew what I was doing, what I wasn't prepared for was what happened next. 

While I had my tongue going in and out of Katie's beautifully shaved pussy the door opened, I expected to hear Katie's mother yelling, instead I heard Katie's moaning, and a gasp, then, out of the corner of my eye I saw Katie's sister, Dana, running into another room. I felt myself getting ready to come, and so did Katie, she took all of my cock into her mouth and let my come slide down her throat. She swallowed it all and spun around to share another deep kiss with me. I could taste my come on her tongue as Dana came back into the living room with a bag. 

She went straight to Katie, Katie winked at me and then the two sisters started kissing and stripping each other. I was lying on the couch wearing only socks, with a huge hard-on while Katie and Dana were going at it on the love seat. I watched them with my cock in my hand, as they got each other naked Dana pulled out what was in the bag. It was a strap on, long, black, and rather realistic looking. Dana took her turn giving me head while Katie put on the strap on and fucked her sister Doggy style! 

Dana moaned around my cock, then she couldn't take it any more, she let my cock slide out of her mouth, and fucked the strap on with all her energy, she moaned and groaned and came on the strap on, then fell upon me, her head resting upon my thigh. Katie then presented the strap on to me, telling me do lick Dana's juices off, which I did, she was pretty good tasting. Dana regained her energy and she whispered something into her sister's ear, Katie nodded and positioned herself over my cock as Dana got over my face. I got the idea as they both lowered simultaneously. I was fucking Katie, and eating Dana! I could not believe my luck. Here were the two most beautiful girls in the high school, and I was gonna do both of them. 

Katie rode herself into oblivion as I licked and sucked on Dana's delicious pussy. Once they were both satisfied they switched positions. I fucked Dana while I ate Katie, and I tasted my come for the second time that day. This time it was Dana's turn to receive the load of my good-sized cock. After they got themselves together they helped me dress, then dressed each other. We lay on the couch recovering, then I kissed both girls and got up to leave. Katie said, "Call me some time," as I left, then the sisters started making out as I shut the door. It took me the entire 15 minute ride home to get rid of my hard-on. What a day!