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Going to School part 1
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Going to School part 1 This one got a bit long so I had to split it into parts. Remember that it's just fantasy, and I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. There I sat. In the HR office hearing about how I'm such a valued employee, and how the new system they are putting in place will drive the company into the future. The same crap they always tout with every system upgrade. I guess I'm just the lucky one this time to be chosen as the Guinea pig. I feel so unmoved, and know what is coming next. She goes on and on about how the system is supposed to work once it's in place, and how it will analyze the trends of orders, and be able to arrange them in milliseconds with me just hitting one button. On and on about rearranging the warehouse and office to accommodate the new system. Then she gets to the part I've been waiting for. The thing I didn't want to hear. Everybody that has had to try out one of these upgrades has had to go to some sort of class to learn the ins and outs. Most are a few days long, but I remember one that was two weeks. I keep thinking about how the classes will disrupt my schedule, and life. My life is set to my hours now, and it works well for me working nights. Classes are during the day. I'm hoping that my husband can shift his schedule to go in later, and then I can be home for the in the afternoon then. I know that if I turn it down I'll be shown the door in no time; I'm stuck between a rock and a hard place. "...And since you have proven yourself as a valued employee that has learned most of the jobs here rather quickly we have chosen you to become the ambassador of the new system. It will require us all to make some sacrifices for a while." "Here it comes" I think to myself. "This system, being as complex as it is, will require some extra effort on your part. But, we feel that you are the most qualified candidate for the job. What do you think?" "It sounds okay." "Are you in then?" "I guess, sure." "You seem a bit apprehensive yet. Do you accept this opportunity? We need to know for sure." "Yes. I'll do it." "Very well then. Monday you will have to report to this address for orientation." She says handing me a letter. The paper reads for me to report on Monday to the state university in the northwestern part of the state. It has a schedule of a full day of classes ranging from math to computer programming. There are four classes scheduled over eight hours with different classes on alternating days. She sees my concern. "Do you have a question?" "What does all this mean? Do I have to drive all the way there every day, or what?" "No, no, no silly. We don't expect you to drive all that distance every day. That is four hours away. If you flip over the paper you will see the address of the room that we have reserved for you on campus. Don't worry. It's only one semester or fifteen weeks. It'll fly right by. I know my college time did, and I was there for four years. We are giving you the rest of today off, and tomorrow too so you can get ready. You will have to report to the dorm by five PM on Sunday, and your first class is at seven on Monday. If you arrive around one on Sunday they are giving tours of the campus. I would suggest that. She opens the door for me saying, "Have fun, and remember that we're counting on you." I walk out. My head spinning from what just happened. Now I have to go home to explain what I just got volunteered for, and find care for the next fifteen weeks while I'm gone. I call my mom on the way home, and explain everything to her. She volunteers to watch the taking a huge weight off my shoulders. My husband doesn't like the idea, but he knows that I'm in a place. We go out for one last family dinner on Saturday after I spend the day packing. Then I leave at nine in the morning on Sunday to get settle in. It took me four and a half hours to find the university. I'm relieved when I finally park, and find the dorm building. I meet the housing director at the door, and she seems surprised when she sees me. "Michele?" She asks. "That's me." "Oh, okay. This dorm is normally reserved for the first and second year students. No problem though. Providing that being the oldest one here doesn't bother you?" "I don't care. I just want to get this over with, and get back home." She looks at me confused. "I'm just here because I have to for work." "Ah, that explains it. I'm pretty sure that the other dorms are full, but I can see if there's an opening in another if you'd like?" "No. That's fine. I'm more worried about finding my classes." "Very well then. Follow me." she says spinning around, and walking into the dorm. I follow her to the third floor, and down the hall to a room on the right side. She opens the door for me, and explains that I will be the only one in the room which is unusual since there are normally roommates automatically paired up with students. She hands me a key for the door and gives me a card with her information on it explaining that since this is a coed dorm, and there are mostly first and second year students here there may be issues that result. She tells me that I can call her at any time if an issue arises. I thank her, and we return to the door where we part ways. I unload my stuff into the room before finding the person giving tours. I am directed to a young red headed girl with a small crowd gathering around her. She is wearing a yellow shirt, and blue jeans. She is slightly taller than my five foot one height, but about the same size otherwise. I can't help but notice how she has her shirt unbuttoned so far as to show a large amount of her cleavage. Being more conservative I think it out of place for the situation, but can't help but to think of how nice her chest looks. I wished mine was that nice. I might dress the same if it were. She introduced herself as Samantha, and joked about wearing a bright shirt so we don't lose sight of her since she is so short. I hear one of the guys next to me joke under his breath about not being able to miss her fat tits. I cleared my throat loudly as I glared at him, and he walked away with his buddy giggling. Samantha looked at me, and smiled as she continued her speech, and tour. After she pulled me aside. "Thanks for shutting him up. I get that all the time. What classes do you have? I'll show you exactly where they are." I hand her my schedule, and tell her that my name is Michele. She tells me to call her Sam, and I follow her to where my classes are. "Oh boy. You have the Prof as your last class. He is such a dick head. But since you're a bigger girl like me you'll have half a chance to pass his class. He has a thing for us bigger girls." "I hope it isn't that bad. I have to pass all of these classes." "Why is an older girl like you doing going to college now?" "Work." "That explains it. Well, most of the guys here will leave you alone. They are just here to party, and chase the skinny sorority girls. I'm sure you can handle yourself just fine though." She shows me where the Prof's class is, and then asks if I'm hungry. We make plans to meet for dinner in a half hour, and then I go to get settled in some before we go. I wear just a blue tee shirt and jeans when we meet. She is wearing a black button down blouse unbuttoned to show her cleavage again, and skin tight black shorty shorts. I laugh seeing her white tennis shoes contrasting the entire black outfit. "Good to see that you matched your shoes." I giggle. "They're comfortable. What can I say? I know the perfect place to go to eat. How hungry are you?" "I haven't eaten at all today. I'm ready for some food. Let's go where you want then." I get into her little run down Chevette, an she drives us to a restaurant a short distance away. When we enter I see the lights turned low, and the mood set to be more intimate and quiet. More like a place one would take a date. "Don't worry about the decor. The food is excellent, and doesn't cost a lot." She assures me. We are sat in the back corner, and order our food. It is really good, and not that expensive. We sit there for hours chatting, and getting to know each other. Ending the night we promise to be friends, and go our separate ways. The next day comes with the butterflies in my stomach just like every first day of school I've ever had. Sam isn't in any of my classes, but we see each other as we pass on the campus. The final class I see the Prof. He's an older bald headed man who is very serious, and seems to be anal about everything. The first day he gives us a ton of homework to do before dismissing us ten minutes after the bell. He did seem to look at me a lot during class, but I was too busy to think about it until after. I go back to my room, and get right into the homework. An hour later there's a knock, and then Sam walks right in smiling. I'm happy to see her, and we talk about all the work I was assigned. She helps were she can, but can't help much. Before I know it it's already midnight, and I am finishing my homework. Sam leaves for the night promising to return. The week drags on, and I notice the Prof's stares more and more. It looks to be a glaring stare like I did something wrong. I don't dwell on it. Before I know it Friday has come, and Sam is telling me to come over to her dorm for a small party. "It's just a few of us friends getting together. Nothing huge, and nothing loud. I'd be honored if you'd come. All of my friends are anxious to meet you." "How do they know about me?" I wonder to myself as I agree to go. I slip into a sweater, and jeans with my sleeveless white shirt underneath. I pull on my sneakers, and follow her out my door. I'm looking forward to relaxing some, but kind of nervous to meet her friends. My daily call to my husband and is over for today, and I'm hoping everything goes quietly to settle my nerves. We pull up to an old two story house, and I follow her in. She leads me to a large living room where about ten people are sitting and sipping beers. I see seven girls, and three boys all about Sam's age. They all welcome me smiling as they say how Sam has told them all about me. They all chat with me as the night progresses, and eventually they begin to leave one by one. By nine everyone has left but one guy. Chris. He is the one that is always sitting near me all night. He has been flirting over and over with me all night. "I should tell you that I'm flattered that you're trying to make me comfortable here, but I'm married so your flirting is pointless." I tell him. "I don't care if you're married, or anything like that. You're Sam's friend which makes you my friend. But nt in the same way." "What does that mean?" Just then Sam sits beside me on the couch while Chris sits on the chair across from us. "You didn't tell her?" He asks Sam. "Tell me what?" I press. "Nothing. It's a non issue here now." She answers. Chris laughs before saying, "Sam likes girls. I figured that you did too. So I wasn't flirting with you." Sam looks at me blushing, and I look at her stunned. "It's not like that." She blurts out. "I'm not trying to get into your pants or anything like that." "So I'm not good enough?" I find myself saying from the alcohol, and trying to put her more on the spot. "No! No! I'd so do you, but.." She defends herself. I interrupt by laughing, and patting her on the shoulder saying, "So you keep your boobs half hanging out trying to seduce me?" She laughs at the stupidity of it all, and agrees. "Yup. Just so I can get into your panties." We laugh for a while with Chris watching. "Too bad you're not my husband or I'd let you." I continue. "Chris can pretend to be your husband, and watch us then." She says bursting out with wild laughter. "You two are too much." Chris says. "I miss my husband." I say as my laughter subsides, and the spinning in my head brings my mood down. "I miss my . I hate being away from them." The laughter dies off quickly as I moan out my sorrows. I feel the tears forming in my eyes as I go on and on about all of my problems. Sam comforts me, and holds me close making me feel safe. My tears eventually stop, and I find myself pressed tightly to her chest. Her skin is so soft and warm. She smells so good to me right now. "Why are you so nice to me? You don't even know me?" "Because you're cute." She says coddling me. "You two should just lock lips, and get it over with." Chris goads. I raise my head, and look Sam in the eyes. She has the bluest eyes I've ever seen. They are offset by her red hair and pale white skin. I get lost in her eyes for a minute as she caresses my cheeks wiping my tears away. She stares in my eyes for a moment before leaning toward me. I feel her lips touch mine. They feel so soft and warm. So sensual. I don't pull away knowing that I've been curious about this for a long time. I feel her tongue slip past my lips entering my mouth. My crotch tingles with excitement, and I return her kiss. Her hands run over my cheeks, and take the back of my head pulling my kiss tighter. My arms wrap around her, and I pull her body to mine. Feeling her pressing against me makes my crotch flush with want. I feel her hands slide down from my head, down my back, and pull my sweater up until it slips over my head. Then we return to our kiss as her hands feel their way down to my breasts. I moan as she slips under my undershirt, and then flips my bra up over my breasts before caressing them. Her fingers expertly caress my chest gently playing with my nipples until I am moaning in her mouth. I nervously reach under her shirt touching her soft hot skin. soon I have her breasts in my hands, and am surprised to find that she isn't wearing a bra. I touch her hard nipples, and give them a gentle squeeze making her moan in my mouth as we kiss. I squeeze a bit harder, and she follows my lead by pinching mine even harder. We moan in unison as the mood grows more intense. Her kisses grow more passionate as I squeeze harder and harder. Her kisses move from my mouth to my neck driving me wild, and before I know it my shirt is laying beside me, and her fingers are opening the button of my jeans. Her kisses are moving down to my breasts, and I lean back allowing her full access to my body. I feel goose bumps rising all over me as she kisses and licks down my shoulder to my nipple before taking it into her mouth. I moan loudly as her teeth gently nibble on my hard nipple while her hands open my jeans, and begin to pull them off me. I lift my ass up letting my pants and underwear slide off me. Her kisses follow her hands, and I moan in sheer pleasure as her tongue slips between my legs touching my clitoris. My legs open automatically giving myself to her. I feel her mouth engulf my crotch as her tongue slides into my eager vagina. She laps my juices up making me writhe in lust. Then I feel her fingers slide into me, and begin to fuck me. Her wonderfully adept mouth drives me wild, and I am moaning with pleasure. I lay back with my eyes closed loving every second. When I open my eyes I look to see Chris sitting there stroking his rock hard cock as he watches. I lick my lips in lustful abandon, and he walks up to me. Before I know it I am taking his cock into my mouth, and sucking it hard. I feel myself letting go. My right hand wraps around his cock while my left pulls her face tighter to my crotch. My body taking it all with pleasure. In minutes I feel the tension build in my crotch getting stronger and stronger. I suck harder as my body tenses up. Sam fingers and licks me with lustful vigor, and it sets me over the edge. I moan hard against the cock in my mouth as my body shakes and quivers as my orgasm rushes from me through my vagina. I taste a sour taste in my mouth, and feel the slimy feeling as Chris finishes in my mouth. I gulp it down as my orgasm continues to take me, and as Sam brings more out of me than I've ever felt. She pleasures me for the few precious minutes that my orgasm controls me. Chris pulls his dick out of my mouth leaving me to moan loudly as the final waves course through me. Sam pulls her fingers out of me, and I feel her tongue lick the length of my crotch a few times before she looks up at me. A few shudders of pleasure rattle me as I look at her glistening face between my legs. She slides up my body, and looks me in the eye. I can smell myself on her, and she slowly bends down kissing me. The semen taste in my mouth is replaced with my own flavor as we kiss passionately. Her hands caress my breasts. "You taste great. I could lick you for hours, but your pussy needs to be more like this." She coos as she moves upward dragging her soft naked body up over my lips. She rubs her hard nipples over my lips, and I kiss and suck them before she pulls them away. I kiss and lick as her belly moves up past my lips, and seconds later I feel her bald pubic area pressing against my mouth. I kiss it, and suck it feeling her warm skin against me. She lets me for a few moments before she moves higher, and then puts her legs on the sides of my head. I watch as her glistening labia closes down to my face. I smell her scent, and it turns me on. Soon her hot wet labia presses against my lips, and my tongue slowly slips into her vagina. Her taste fills my soul making me wild. I grab her hips, and pull her tight to my mouth darting my tongue in and out of her. Her hips grind against my face, and I listen to her moans. I lick harder and faster eliciting more eager moans from her. I open my mouth wide as she pushes hard against my face. I take as much of her into my mouth as I can, and she moans that she's going to cum. I hold her tight to me by her hips as her body begins to shake. My mouth fills with her juices as she cums in my mouth, and I swallow it as more comes. It seems like she's peeing in my mouth, but it tastes more like my own juices when I orgasm. I lick and suck until she finally breaks away from my grip. She falls to the floor beside me still quivering in orgasm as she laughs a pleasure exhausted laugh holding her own crotch. I roll over, and caress her naked body as she lays there in the fetal position catching her breath. "That was one hell of a sight." Chris breaks the silence. Sam snaps back to reality hearing his voice. She sits up glaring at him. "Not a word to anyone! Not even a hint!" She says sternly. "No problem Sammi. You're not someone I want to piss off, and I'd love to be able to watch this again." "That's not going to happen." "Michele didn't seem to mind me here." I smile coyly saying, "It's our little secret. Just keep it that way." Sam looks up at me, and smiles a huge smile. Then she sits beside me, and we kiss again not caring about our nakedness. "So girlfriend." She says happily. "Are you going to be more like me?" "I think I'm more like you than I've ever realized." "Good. I like knowing that you're mine." "I'm still married." "He's not here so I'm claiming you. It'll be our little secret." She says kissing me as Chris leaves the room. "I guess I'm your's then. At least until my husband finds out what we just did, and then divorces me." "I'm not going to tell him, and neither are you. Now quit being so negative. Let's go to bed. It's late." I follow her to the bedroom where we lay there cuddling and kissing letting out naked bodies entwine until I fall asleep. When I wake in the morning I open my eyes to see her staring at me smiling. "Good morning pretty lady." She says, "Are you ready for a new chapter in your life? because last night did happen, and it felt so right." "It did." I sigh feeling myself relaxed completely with her. She kisses me before asking, "Are you ready to be more open about yourself then, and make a few changes?" "Not really. Let's just leave things like they are for a bit?" "No way! It's time for you to let loose, and be yourself. I seen that side of you last night, and I need that girl right now." "She left for the day." I moan. She sits up looking irritated. "Don't make me have to be a bitch." "I doubt you can be one, but I know that I can." "You're such a tease sometimes. I think you need to play on that. Tease them all, and you'll get it easier." "Is that why you walk around with your boobs hanging out all the time?" "It works. Now you need to just let loose." "That isn't going to happen." "It will. Even if I have to make you." "Yeah, right." I say sitting up. "Yeah! Right!" She says pulling me back onto my back by my hair. "I WILL make you, and I WILL make you my bitch." "Let me go." I say trying to get up. She pulls me back with a force that I never knew she had. Before I know it she is tying my wrists to the headboard followed by my ankles to the foot board. I lay there helpless as she leaves the room. A few minutes later she returns holding an electric razor. I watch as she plugs it in, and sits beside my left hip. She caresses my pubic hair for a few moments before she turns on the razor as she brings it to my crotch. I watch as the hairs fall free from my skin, and feels titillating as the vibrations rattle my lower region. She shaves me as bare as she is before commenting on how wet my crotch is. Then she places the handle of the razor against my clitoris. I shake with pleasure as the vibrations echo through my bones making me orgasm in mere seconds. I lay there shivering in pleasure as she looks over the razor handle. "My little bitch got my razor all full of her pussy juices. I think she should clean it off now." I watch as she brings the razor handle to my mouth, an tells me to stick out my tongue. I do as she commands, and lick my orgasm off the razor until she puts it away. "Now it's time for my bitch to learn what happens when she listens nicely." Sam stands up, and pulls out a huge strapon dick. It is black, and hangs down under her small belly as it sticks out from the belt. "It's my biggest one. Ten inches of black hard rubber just for you. I've been wanting to find a girl that can take this. We'll see if you're the one." She spreads my legs as she climbs between them, and I feel the cool tip press against my wet vagina. Her breasts rub against my belly while she lays on top of me, and I feel her slowly pushing it into me. My vagina opens letting it in, and I feel myself flush knowing that I am going to be fucked good. My vagina stretches around it. Painfully at first, but quickly accepting it's girth. I am quickly filled as she slides it deeper and deeper. "Almost there. Only a few more inches." I feel so full already. How can I take more? But she keeps pushing. I feel it press against my cervix just before I feel her hips touch my thighs. "Wow! You can take it all. I think I'm in love." She pushes hard burying it as deep as she can, and I feel it push past my cervix painfully for a second before she pulls it all the way out of me. I see her smile between my breasts, and then she slams it back in making me moan with pure pleasure of being filled so full. She fucks me with it's entire length slamming against me with every thrust. Her lips wrap around my nipples, and bite down hard. I can only moan, and strain against the ropes holding me. She fucks me as hard as she can making me orgasm in minutes, but she doesn't stop. She hammers me through it, and makes me orgasm a second time shortly after the first one. "I'm never going to stop fucking this pretty pussy. I'm going to stay between your legs forever. I'm going to make you cum over and over until you can't cum anymore. Then I'm going to fuck you some more." "Oh God." Is all I can muster as she uses me savagely. "I want to hear you scream my name as you become my bitch. I want you to beg me to take you in every way." She fucks out another orgasm making me almost pass out from the intensity. I am so sore and worn out. I can barely catch my breath. "Please." I pant. "Oh God!" Another orgasm hits. "God YES! Fuck me!" I somehow say. "That's it. Now beg." "Make me yours. Own me. Fuck me! Oh yes. I want to be your bitch!" I moan in delight. She slams into me really hard making the dildo bust through my cervix a few times before she moans hard, and then collapses on top of me panting with me. The rubber dick shivers inside of me as she shakes on top of me. We lay there for minutes before she unhooks the belt, an gets up leaving the dildo in me. "I'll be back to untie you in a few. I need a shower." I watch as she leaves the room, and then can only lay there until she returns. The sounds of the shower fill my ears, and make me feel the need to pee. It's difficult to hold back with the rubber dick inside of me, but somehow I manage. By the time she returns I really need to go. The door swings open, and she sits beside me on the bed tapping the dildo. "Hey babe. How are you doing so far?" It feels so strange feeling her tapping through the toy. "I really have to pee. Bad." She pulls the toy out slowly relieving some pressure from my bladder, but not nearly enough. She slowly unties my legs before untying my wrists. I sit up quick trying to not leak onto the bed as I get up. I make it to my feet, and then hurry to the bathroom. My flow starts before my butt even hits the seat, and it feels so good. She is soon standing in the doorway smiling. "You know it's serious when you can go to the bathroom in front of the other." "I told you that I had to go." She bends down in front of me, and kisses me on the lips. "You're still cute." I smile from her compliment saying, "Thanks, but I feel grimy." "I suppose you want to go home, and get some clean clothes?" "A shower would be nice too." "I can allow that." She replies grinning. "Just don't be too long. I'll miss you too much." I finish relieving myself, and wipe clean before going to gather my clothes from her room. She watches as I dress. Then she gives me a huge hug as I leave. I go home to my room, and hit the shower immediately. I think back to everything that has happened with her. Before I know it my fingers are diving into my vagina right there in the shower. I rub my fingers over my clitoris while sinking them into me, and I use my left hand to pinch and rub my left breast. My legs quickly grow weak as the pressure builds in my belly. Then I feel the tension all release at once through my crotch. I fall back against the wall as my legs shiver from orgasm. It lasts for a wonderful couple of minutes before I finish washing. I wrap a towel around myself before walking down the hall back to my room. The idea of a communal shower was never my favorite, but it's all I have right now. I slip on a loose white tee and some jogging pants before sitting down to do my homework. I am deep into it when Sam knocks on my door as she walks in. "I see why you didn't come back. Here I thought you ran away." "Even if I did run it wouldn't be far. Or very long." I say making a fat old lady joke. She kisses the back of my head. "I might have to keep you tied down then." She laughs. "You'd like that too much. Help me out with this homework." She helps where she can, but the stuff for the Prof's class she can't help with. "You know who knows this? Chris. He can help you better than I could." Before I could say anything she is on the phone telling him to come over. And he makes it over really fast. He looks over the work, and tells me that I'm not doing it right. "The Prof will fail you for sure with this. You need to go at it from a different angle." He instructs. Sam sits there watching as he explains and assists me through the entire assignment. I am soon finished, and put the homework away until Monday. Chris offers to take us out for supper, and I decline since I'm not hungry. Instead we order in a pizza which I offer to buy for them helping me. After Chris called in the order Sam pulls out a baggie of pot. I've never done it before, but have been around those that have. She packs a pipe, and lights it taking a deep puff. She holds it in snorting the entire time as she hands it to Chris who does the same. He then hands it to me, and I take it taking a big puff from it. I feel it burn my lungs as it fills them with the smoke. I cough and choke feeling myself getting light headed. Sam takes the pipe from me, and begins another round. We pass it around between the three of us, and my brain begins to turn to mush as the drug takes effect. We remember the pizza order, and Sam dares me to answer the door naked. I refuse, but Chris tells me to answer it in my towel instead. He says that I won't show anything, but it'll tease the pizza guy. I accept the challenge for some dumb reason, and then undress wrapping the towel around me. We talk for a bit joking about what the driver will think. When there's a knock on my door I begin to get nervous. Sam reminds me that I accepted the challenge, and I have to follow through with it. So I open the door letting the pizza guy in. He's a tall black man in his twenties. Clean cut, and very slender looking. I see his eyes look me over before I turn my back to him to get the money from my purse. As I hand it to him I feel the twist in the towel loosen. I catch the towel just as it begins to fall. All he gets is a good view of my cleavage since I catch it in time. I hold the towel still as I close the door behind him. Then we all start laughing hysterically. "I wonder what he was thinking?" I ask. "His eyes were as big as saucers." Chris added. "Especially after you bent over, and he could see your pussy hanging out in the breeze." Sam laughs. "Oh my God! Was it?" I ask embarrassed. "It was." She answers. "Out there in plain sight. I could even see you from way over here, and he was right behind you." "He was just hoping to see your tits too." Chris says. Chris and Sam eat the pizza before we all begin to feel humdrum. We all sit back, and I watch as Sam falls asleep in my chair. I begin to doze watching Chris falling asleep in my other chair. The next thing I know it's Sunday morning. Sam wakes me up kissing me. I feel her hands all over me reminding me that I'm still naked. "Let's go shopping, and get you some good clothes." Sam whispers in my ear. "What about him?" I say pointing to Chris. Sam takes my underwear off the floor, and puts them on his hand as he sleeps in my chair. "That'll give him something to do until we get back." She laughs. We quietly walk out the door after I get dressed, and she directs me to the mall where we spend hours shopping. She chooses a lot of clothes that I wouldn't normally buy. She has me buy a few light colored button down blouses and satiny camisoles along with really short skirts. She even had me buy garter belts with stockings of different colors. The day slips away before we finish. When we get back Sam picks out an outfit for me to wear Monday. I see a light pink blouse, and black skirt with pink garter and stockings paired with a black bra and thing combo. She kisses me good bye telling me to meet her in the<b> library </font></b>before the Prof's class. Chris is nowhere to be found, and neither are my underwear. I hope he's enjoying them. I crawl into my bed, and quickly fall asleep. Before I know it my alarm is going off. I go through my day with a few guy's heads turning. I figure that they never saw someone as old as their mother dressed like I am. That or they aren't too keen on the idea of a big girl like myself dressing so slutty. It's soon the time to meet Sam, and I head to the<b> library. </font></b>She is there waiting with a couple of her friends. She hugs me as soon as she sees me, and then looks me over. "Here's my girl ladies. I dressed her myself today." I smile at them hearing Sam talk about me in such a way, and feeling humiliated in a way. Then Sam kisses me before telling me to stand still. "We'll give that crotchety old Prof something to think about." She says as she unbuttons my blouse except for the last three buttons. My bra out for all to see I feel uncomfortable. She reaches into my shirt, and unhooks my bra slipping it down my arms and off me. My breasts fall free, and I look down to see a faint outline of my areolas through the shirt as my nipples poke through under the fabric. "That's more like it. Give him hell, and tease the fuck out of him babe." She says kissing me before walking away stuffing my bra in her purse. I nervously walk to my final class hoping that I don't get arrested for being dressed like this. I sit in class with my arms crossed in front of me, and the Prof walks in staring right at me. I begin to regret letting her convince me to do this. He begins class as usual, but constantly looks over at me. The hour seems to drag by, and just before it's over he points to me. "See there. When she started a few days ago she was a prim and proper wife and mother, but now college has turned her into a skirt wearing floozie. This is where my lecture culminates from. The changes in society carve out one's personality. Stand up Michele. Let everyone see what you are wearing today." I reluctantly stand up, and the guys all hot and holler while the girls gasp and whisper. "Tomorrow we will delve more into the subject." He continues assigning more homework. He finishes off the class by handing our graded work back. I see a big "D" in red ink at the top of mine with a note saying that he expected more from an old experienced woman like me, and I should get my act together and head in the game before I fail the class. I get angry, and wait for everyone to leave before confronting him. "What's this?" I ask tossing the paper on the desk in front of him. "It's your crappy assignment. Now get it off my desk." "Not that. The note. What is that supposed to mean?" "It's pretty obvious. Isn't it?" "Explain it to me then because to me it sounds like you have something against me because of my age." "Not at all. I have something against you because you have lived, and you know what the real world is like. This was done by someone without experience. I expect this out of one of the other students. Not someone like you." "I suppose I'm not one of those skinny young coeds so I have to work harder, huh?" "What is that supposed to mean?" "I see the way you look at them, and how you flirt with them. I'd have to be blind not to see it." "And that's why you dressed like a with your boobs hanging out?" "I thought that it couldn't hurt to try to compete." "You can't. Not in any way. And they don't do anything for me. They just flirt with me trying to get a good grade. Most of them are failing, and will continue to fail since they aren't doing anything to better their grades." "So you play up to them just to fail them?" "Pretty much. I know every one of my student's weaknesses. Your's for example is the fact that you are in a lesbian relationship even though you are married. I bet he doesn't know. Does he?" "I'm not in any relationship other than my marriage." "A blind man could see what's going on between you and Samantha. Her eyes light up at just the mention of your name. What would your husband say?" "I'm going to file a complaint with the dean." "No you're not. You're going to go lock the door. Then you're going to put your hands flat on the table here, and take what you have coming. You won't move until you're told to, an then maybe I'll forget this ever happened." I find myself nose to nose with him, and the sheer dominance in his eyes makes me walk over and turn the lock. I return, and place my hands flat on the table. My back faces him, and I am bent at the waist when I hear him move. Looking back I see him reaching into his desk. "Eyes to the front." He commands. I look in front of me, and then feel him lifting my skirt at the sides. The only thing to cover my ass after he finishes is the string of my thing which is in my crack. I feel his warm hand touch my cheeks for a second as he checks out my rear. Then I feel a sharp sting cut across both of my cheeks as he begins to spank me hard. My body tenses up as I endure the pain. A second blow strike near the first, and then a third. I clench my teeth as the stinging burns non stop. My ass begins to feel like it's on fire as he swats my butt over and over. It seems like forever before he finally stops. Then I feel my thing pull out from my cheeks. Instantly I feel him as he enters my vagina. I moan as his cock fills me. His hips push hard against my sore buttocks. I feel his hands grasp my hips firmly as he begins to fuck me hard. I hear the sounds of my wetness filling the air. The tingling of pleasure fills my soul rather quickly. My grasp on the table tightens as I grab the edges, and then I moan in delight as my orgasm rushes through me. His thrusts shaking me, and crushing me to the table as his fucking grows more uneven. I begin to come down off my orgasmic high when I feel him slam into me hard, and hold his cock deep inside of me as he groans. I feel the hot puddling feeling growing in me telling me that he is finishing inside of me. The warmth grows bigger and bigger as his cock twitches in me. He deposits a huge cum load in my vagina before pulling his shrinking cock out of me. I feel it begin to leak from me before he puts my underwear back in place. "You may leave now. I will see you tomorrow, and if you don't dress like this you will be punished more severely. Maybe we can work on raising YOUR grade at some point?" I pull my skirt down, and gather my things before walking right out without saying a word. I feel so disgusted with myself. Not only did I just cheat on my husband, but I did it with one of my teachers. To make matters worse I had an orgasm, and he finished inside of me. I hate myself, but can't tell my husband. No matter what. I just have to stop doing all of this. No more. I have to just finish my classes, and then go back home to my family and normal routine. I gather myself as I head straight to my room. I grab a towel, and go for the shower. It's occupied so I go back, an sit on my bed crying. I wonder how I ever could have let things get so out of hand, and I begin to hate myself for it. I think about just leaving. Heading home, and leaving all of this behind. I know that I can't. I feel a hand on my right shoulder. When I turn to look I see Sam standing there looking down on me with concern. "What happened?" She asks lovingly. "Things got out of hand. None of this should have happened. I have a husband, and . I can't keep doing this." "There, there sweetie. Tell me exactly what happened." She sits beside me, and holds me close as I sob against her chest once more. The safe feeling overcomes me, and I tell her everything that I did with Prof. She sits there holding me and listening waiting for my tears to dry up before talking. All the while she is stroking my hair gently. "I realize that you are confused and you are experiencing things that you don't fully understand, but I'm here for you. I will always be here for you." She coos. "Thank you. I am confused. I'm confused that I couldn't hold back the old feelings and cravings that I've always had. I'm confused that this seems so right, but is way wrong. I am confused that I could cum so hard after he bruised my ass." "So what are you going to do?" "I don't know. I want to run, but know that I can't." "Maybe since you're here, and your family isn't, you can let yourself go. Live your fantasies, and try new things. Nobody needs to know what happens. Let yourself be free. At least for a short time." "I don't have much choice do I? I can't run. I'll lose my job. Plus I'd never be able to explain what happened to my husband." "You can tell him that you are doing great here, and you've met a nice girl that you like. Leave it at that. Then you can use me as an excuse of why you aren't checking in all the time." "I'd like that. Why are you so good to me?" "Cause you're cute, and you have a nice big butt." I look up, and she bends down kissing me. "So he said that you have to dress sexy again tomorrow or he'll punish you harder?" "Yup." "Good. I'll pick your clothes out for tomorrow then." She digs through my closet choosing some clothes before laying them over the back of the chair. Then she doesn't let me see what she has chosen until after I let her take me to dinner. After we eat she drops me off back at my dorm, and I immediately fish through her choices. I find a thick sweater with a deep vee neck, my comfortable loose fitting jogging pants that I've had forever, my white cotton panties, and my white sports bra. Next to those are my worn down white tennis shoes. It's extremely opposite of what she chose for me today, an I'm sure that he will punish me for certain. I sit in bed wondering my fate, and before I know it I am walking into his class. He spots me right off, and looks at me sternly. The class drags on with me anticipating what will be. When the bell rings he dismisses the class on time for a change. Then he tells me to stay after. I feel my crotch flush and tingle as I wet right when he tells me to lock the door. I walk over turning the latch until it clicks. It sounds so loud as it echoes through the room. Then I return to stand in front of him as he stands in front of his desk. "You didn't listen." He says pulling at the stomach of my sweater. "Now you are going to have to be punished more severely." He grabs my sweater lifting it over my head. He stops, and stares at my bra for a second before he grabs his scissors off the desk. I stand motionless as he snips my bra straps until it falls to the floor. Then he pulls down my jogging pants. Again he grabs his scissors, and snips away at my panties until they too fall to the floor leaving me standing there completely naked. "Hand your head, an lock your fingers together." He commands. I comply silently, and watch as he reaches into his desk pulling out a leather paddle about three feet long. He stands to my right, and tells me not to move. I watch out of the corner of my eye as his arm swings back. Then I feel the paddle as it smacks across mt bare ass. My legs shake, but I clench my teeth enduring the sting. Then another follows the first with the same effect. I moan under my breath as the blows come one by one until my ass feels like it's on fire. Then he stops, and I feel his hand touching my burning cheeks as my tears fall down my body. I look up through blurred vision to see his arm swinging back again. I prepare for another swat across my ass, but am surprised when it slaps across my breasts. I moan louder uncontrollably. He tells me to be quiet as he begins to spank my chest making sure that the blows are dispersed over my entire breasts igniting them the same as my ass. "Arms down." He commands as he stops the beating. "Grab your ankles." I do as he says, and I see my breasts hanging down looking a deep shade of red. He walks behind me, and kicks my feet apart. I feel so vulnerable. I watch through my legs, and see him stand right behind me. Then I see his pants drop to the floor. I feel my vagina tingle with excitement as my body prepares for him to enter me. I stay still, and wait as he rubs his cock all up and down from my clit to my asshole. I hear my wetness as his dick gets covered in it. He pushes just the tip into my eager pussy making me moan, but then pulls it out. I feel myself push back slightly when he does this, but I fight to stop myself. "You're going to remember to dress properly tomorrow, and I'll make sure of it." He threatens. Then I feel him push his hard dick against my butt hole, and I feel it slip inside stretching me painfully. I grip my ankles tighter trying to endure the punishment, but a pained moan still escapes me. I feel his cock push hard against my sphincter, but my muscle stops his advance. "Nice and tight for an old slut like you, but I'll change that." He pulls his dick all the way out, and then plunges it in hard once more. I moan as it pokes against my sphincter again. This time I feel my muscle give slightly before stopping him once more. Then he repeats his thrust. All the way out before slamming it back in. This time his cock pushes past my muscle before it can clamp down to stop him. I feel it tighten around his shaft as he buries it as deep as he can. It hurts so much, but I strain and endure it. "Your tight ass is really going to hurt if you don't relax. Either way it's getting fucked, and either way I'm going to stretch it out." I can't control it. He begins to fuck my ass hard, and I feel my legs shake as he plunges my insides. My sphincter clenches his shaft letting me feel every twitch and thrust of his dick. His hands grab my hips, and he pulls me to meet his thrusts. My body goes numb from my waist down except for my asshole. It feels like I'm going to mess all over, but he keeps ramming into me. I hear him moan telling me that he's liking it. I feel his cock begin to pull all the way out before burying deep into me again. Over and over. My muscle soon gives up it's fight, and I feel it relax. "That's it bitch. Now you're being a good student." His cock feels like it's hitting my throat from the inside, and my hips are getting sore from his ever tightening grasp. He fucks me harder and deeper for what seems like hours before I feel him use his thumbs to open my ass cheeks wide as he plunges his cock deep into my ass. He holds it in as he moans. I feel it throbbing inside of me, and I feel my stomach begin to warm and feel bloated. His grip hurts my hips as he unloads in my ass. I hold my ankles trying to keep my balance. He stays in me for minutes only trying to push deeper as the waves of orgasm run through him. "Play with your pussy." He orders. I let go of my right ankle, and touch my crotch. I am amazed by how wet I am, and how sensitive my crotch is when I touch it. My clitoris is hard, and it makes me moan when I touch it. I rub it a few times before I shove my fingers as deep as I can into my soaking wet vagina. I feel his cock against the backs of my fingers, and it feels so strange having both of my holes filled together. My palm rubs over my clit while my fingers dive into me, and in seconds I am moaning in orgasmic pleasure. My legs are weak and shaky when I finish, and I grab my ankle again.I feel the wetness from my fingers as it dribbles down to my foot. Then I look between my legs again to see him step back slightly. I feel his cock pull out of my asshole, and I see his cum drip out landing on the crotch of my jogging pants before my hole clamps back in place. "I'll see you tomorrow. Dress appropriately." He says as he buckles his pants. I pull up my pants, and grab my sweater from the floor. When I reach for my ruin bra and underwear he makes me toss them into the trash can beside his desk for the janitor's to get rid of. I walk directly back to my room feeling his cum leaking out of my really sore ass the entire way. Sam is sitting there when I walk in. She is anxious to find out what happened, and I tell her everything. She listens, and then tells me to show her my marks. Just then Chris walks in, and asks how things are going. "Real good." Sam says. "She's making great progress in the Prof's class." "Too bad. I liked tutoring her." He replies. "You might still have to do that, but she and the Prof have an understanding of sorts. Show us." "I can't. It's too embarrassing." "Come on. Chris has seen you naked before. Hell you blew his dick already once." "Fine." I concede knowing that she won't stop until I show them. I undressed, and hear both of them gasp at the sight of me. "He did one hell of a job tenderizing you, didn't he? Does it hurt?" "He did, and it's a bit tender." Sam touches my right breast making me flinch. "It almost like your nipples are permanently hard now." She giggles. I watch as she leans forward taking my right nipple into her mouth and sucks on it gently. It feels so good on my sensitive breast. "Just a kiss to make it better." Then she takes my left nipple into her mouth doing the same, and making me fill with lust. She kisses her way down to my crotch, and then I feel her fingers touch my clit as I stand in front of her. "Damn you get so wet. I love it." She rubs my clit as she pulls my lips down to meet hers. We kiss as she masturbates me. I moan in her mouth growing more and more needy by the second. I find myself pulling her shirt up off her revealing her large breasts and firm nipples. I lose control, and I dive right straight to her beautiful chest suckling her breasts. She pulls my face tight to her body forcing more of her nipple into my mouth. I gladly suck harder, and pull her hand from my crotch before yanking up her skirt. She stands up letting me take her. I pull her underwear down, and kiss my way down her belly to her legs as I take them from her. Then I push her onto her back on the bed. She giggles at my new found aggression, and I don't waste a second before sliding between her legs. I bury my face in her wet crotch letting my tongue dive into her warm folds. Her hands grab my hair pulling me closer while her hips rock against my face. My own lust taking me places I've never been I get onto my knees to get a better angle as I slide to fingers into her as I lick her clit. I feel Chris climb behind me, but I'm too horny to care. He slide right into my pussy making me moan against Sam's crotch. I begin to get pushed against her making my fingers fuck her with his rhythm as I suck and lick. I only stop to moan when he pushes deep into me. Sam's hips grind hard against my mouth as she begins to moan in orgasm. I wrap my mouth around as much of her crotch as I can, an I swallow her cum as it leaks out. My face being pressed tighter and tighter to her with every thrust of Chris' cock. Then I moan myself as my orgasm takes me hard making my entire body shake. I hear Chris groan, and feel the hot feeling as it fills me inside. I can only concentrate on my own pleasure as the waves take me to heaven. It lasts for a few glorious minutes before we all collapse in a heap on my bed. I lay there kissing and cuddling with Sam feeling Chris' cum leaking from my vagina. My mind in a safe place as I drift to sleep in her arms with him behind me. His arm over my hip, and his dick dribbling all over my ass. I sleep soundly, and wake refreshed. Sam wakes with me, and we slip out of bed leaving Chris sleep. We go to shower, and wash each other before returning to my room. then we shave each other before I pick out some clothes. I grab a pink lace camisole that has a tie that goes about three quarters of the way down my belly, a black mini skirt, white sheer satin thong, and pink lace thigh high stockings. She voices her approval as I dress. Then she looks me over. "Very sexy. If you bend over somebody's going to see your pretty pussy as plain as day, and I like the way your big round areolas are almost visible through your top. Actually, if you look really close, they are. You are one sexy big slut, but you're mine, and I'm not letting you go." She says. We kiss after she makes me blush. Then I watch her as she walks out the door to get herself ready. I do my makeup as Chris begins to stir. Before I know it he is standing behind me, and admiring the view. "You are amazing. You have to let me take some pictures of you in that outfit." "Why do I have to do that?" "Because if you don't I'll be sad." "I don't have time. I have to get to class." "You have a half hour. That's plenty of time." "Fine. Just one, and that's it." "Great! One for now, but more later though?" "We'll see." "I can handle that. Just lean forward bending at the waist with you legs open, and turn your back to look at me." I do as he instructs moving a little to meet his expectations. I am bent and twisted in an unusual way before he finally snaps the picture. I leave at the last minute to begin my day of classes. Around noon Sam sends me a text telling me that Chris sent her the picture of me, an she loves it. She said that she is going to use it as her phone's main background. It makes me smile hearing her say that. Before I know it I'm sitting in the Prof's class waiting for him to arrive. His eyes go straight to me when he gets in, and I think I see a slight smile from him before he gets down to business. All during class I see him stealing glances, and I lean forward or open my legs giving him something to see. again he tells me to stay after as he dismisses the rest of the class. "Yes sir. What can I do for you today?" I say meekly. after locking the door. He sits behind his desk looking at his computer for a minute before asking, "What's this?" He turns his screen for me to see my picture on the campus student site. The comments are all vulgar, and a few are down right scary. They range to everything from promises of a night of sex weather I want it or not to calling me a beached whale that should be tossed back into the ocean. "I don't know. I don't know what to say. I didn't know that was there." "I like it. Do more. It makes me want you even more. Get under my desk. I want to look at this picture longer." I crawl under his desk, and pull his rock hard cock out. It's throbbing in my hand as I wrap my lips around it. I feel myself getting more and more turned on as I suck his cock. I let myself succumb to my lust, and listen to hear him loving it too. It didn't take long before he pulled my face tight to his lap shoving his dick deep into my mouth making me gag. Then I taste the salty flavor of his cum as he finishes in my mouth. I gobble down every last drop before he lets me stand back up. I watch as he zips back up, and then tells me to sit in my chair. I do as he says, and he follows me holding his phone. "Untie that top, and lean back spreading your legs." I do as he instructs, and he begins snapping picture after picture. He tells me to spread the neckline open as far as it will open. I do, and my boobs are almost completely exposed with a part of my areolas showing as he snaps even more pictures. I am told to lift my skirt up, and bend over the back of the chair. I feel my breasts hanging down and the cool air on my ass as he snaps even more pictures. "See you tomorrow." He says walking back to his desk. I walk out, and check the student site as soon as I get back to my room. Sam shows up just as I'm logging in, and watches as I tell her what happened. She gets pissed at Chris for posting the picture, but is even more surprised when we see that an anonymous user has posted almost fifty pictures of "a fat slut." I click on the page to see all the pictures of me that the Prof had taken. I am amazed, and kind of titillated to see how sexy they turned out. Some of the pictures my crotch was plainly visible through my satin underwear while other pictures showed my breasts hanging under my top. The one I liked the best was where I was sitting there leaning back with my legs spread wide, and my top opened far enough to show part of my areolas. It was sexy, but yet sensual. Sam liked it too. Her kiss told me so, and she downloaded all of the pictures to her phone. "Looks like you have a career in modeling." I read the comments, and am surprised to see how they are mostly positive, and I begin to wonder just how this is going to change things for me. Sam doesn't seem to be worried about anything. She is too busy peeling my clothes off, and kissing my neck in a lust filled moment. She soon has me naked, and leads me to the bed pushing me onto my back. "I never fucked a model before. I think I'm going to like this." She says climbing between my open legs. Her tongue licks my wetness making me moan, and it's not more than a few seconds before I pull her on top of me so I can taste her love as well. We lick and suck for over an hour. I had more orgasms than I could count. My face is dripping with her orgasms before she finally rolls off me. "You have my pussy all over your face." She laughs. "And your face looks a bit wet too." I smile. She kisses me, and we taste ourselves on each other until we fall asleep. I wake the next morning in a panic knowing that I didn't do my homework. I have no time, and it's too late for me to do anything. I hurry to grab some clothes, and rush out the door kissing Sam on the way. in my first class I finally feel the eyes boring into me. I look down to see what I threw on. I'm wearing a sheer white tube top which is way too small. I used to use it as a bra. Along with the pink mini with the lace down the sides. It's plainly obvious that I didn't grab any underwear. After class a few boys made crude comments, but I blew them off. That is the day as a whole. Sit through class, listen to comments, and then go to the next class. I'm glad to be sitting in the Prof's class. It's my last one, and then I can change my clothes. His eyes go right to me when he walks in, and a smile is obvious when he sees me. We watch as he sets down his briefcase, and listen as he announces that he's going to take a day off from our normal studies for today. I'm curious what he has planned, but relieved since I didn't have the homework done. "Anyone who doesn't want to be here can leave now no questions asked, and no penalties." He says. |
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