If you're young and
curious, this is not the place to get the straight story. You act like this and people will look at
you strange and give you a wide berth. Also, don't try this at home. Some of this stuff is just
plain wrong, most of it is unsafe in the present viral climate and some of it doesn't work in this
universe. They are stories. They deal with ideas, fantasies and thoughts that might not even be
pleasant in real life. Thoughts are like that. Fantasies are there so we can toy with the
sensations without feeling or inflicting the pain, despair or humiliation. End Sermon. There once
was a teacher of mine Who thought it would be very fine To purge her transgressions With a couple
of sessions From one who was cruel to be kind. -Lemur Love Part II I'm not a whiz in psychology, so
I cast about in confusion for a way to reconcile how I thought she should have acted with the way
she did. It was all backwards. The nastier I got, the more she liked it. The nicer I got, the
nastier she responded. And the one moment that stood out from the rest was when she was squatting
below me and I wanted to reach down and slap her face. She was positively alight with the prospect.
The creepy feeling I got at that moment kept popping into my mind as I considered what had
happened. I wasn't a complete dope, but it was hard for me to put arcane and bizarre things I had
heard of together with actual people I knew. Things like sadism and masochism were incredible tales
that I could not believe could exist anywhere near me. I couldn't begin to touch her need for
humiliation. Begging not to have something happen that she wished would happen was far beyond my
reasoning. But I had a working theory I had developed that paralleled that exact happenstance. I
had noticed that in every case she had welcomed my disregarding her pleas and been angry when I
listened to her. That made the theory spin off a simple working plan: I would do the opposite of
what she asked. She protested crossing the road and knocking on the back door of the store
vehemently. She pleaded with me to meet her so she wouldn't have to take the risk of bumping into
Buddy when she came to give me a blow job. She whined a little about the way I was using her as I
made her kneel and suck me, but nothing befitting the very real danger of discovery. I think she
would have protested more if she knew that Buddy was well aware when she was coming and watched her
blow me through a crack between the door and the jamb from time to time. Buddy had been nice to me
and I didn't want to go behind his back. He was also understanding and didn't for a minute try and
talk me out of my new bizarre relationship with my teacher. In fact, Buddy was the one that gave me
the idea to take Miss Schenk to Chicago with me in the first place. Not that he said that. He was
kidding me in that lockerroom way men relate when it clicked. "I bet you're going to miss your blow
job while you're in the windy city," he was teasing. I hadn't seen any reason to tell him the blow
jobs were only a small part of the service I was exacting from Miss Schenk, but his words made me
realize what it would be like without available pussy for a whole week. But the answer was simple.
Make her pack up and come along. We had progressed down my trail of 'Br'er Rabbit' reasoning to the
point where I was having her crawl on her hands and knees like a dog just for fun before I fucked
her. I also had discovered that her love of the Puritans hinged on their favored use of humiliation
as punishment and their penchant for rendering sinners helpless for their punishment. We had come a
long way from trading sex for silence. As she would put it, I was holding her very soul hostage.
That made it fitting that I would treat her like a possession. "I can't just pack up and leave. I
have a job, friends..." she trailed off when I told her of my decision. She was sharp enough to
know I was doing the opposite of what she asked for. She studied me for a long moment, and I'm sure
she was calculating whether I would reverse myself if she begged to go along. I wouldn't have, but
luckily I hit on the one thing that made it a moot point. "Babe, I own you like I own my
jockstrap," I boasted to her, "If I say you go, you go." I saw the stars come into her eyes and
could only guess at the scenes that were dancing in her head as she considered my words. Of course,
that would only last until we were in Chicago. Once there, those scenes would become bizarrely real
to me. ----- It wasn't the nicest place in Chicago, but at least it didn't look as dangerous as
some of the neighborhoods we had driven through on the South side. It wasn't Wacker Drive, but I
wasn't paying for it either. Buddy had made the reservation, so it was no hassle picking up the key
and finding my- our room. The first thing we discussed was dress code. As in, if she wore anything
it would be a dress and if she wore a dress that would be all she was wearing. She didn't even try
to fight that battle. She stripped to the skin and put away her suitcases. I was pleased with how
well my first attempt had gone over. I had spent most of my time between deciding to take her and
going to Chicago trying to think up the things I could do to touch her secret desires. As it turned
out, nothing else I had thought up even came close. We had doggy games and spanking games and
servant games at home that I hoped to adapt. But for the first time to inagurate our week I just
pulled down my naked toy and made quick efficient love to her on the motel bed. The wonder of sex
had settled for me, but it had lost none of its sparkle. I may have lost my fear, but the sensation
had lost none of its glitter. When I filled her with my seed for the umpteenth time since my virgin
trip, it still transported me to the conviction that this was the best thing in the whole world to
be doing. When I pulled out, I announced to her that the wet spot marked her side of the bed. And
then it occurred to me that we would be sleeping together all night for the first time in our
relationship. I didn't know what difference that would make, but I was amazed that it had not
occurred to me in all the planning I had done for our getaway. It became quickly obvious that our
prolonged togetherness had been a factor uppermost in her mind during that same period. She would
be in a state of supercharged lust for a week as I provided her with constant reinforcement of her
desired submissive state. She immediately adopted what I later learned was the common demeanor of a
slave and kept her eyes cast to the floor. At the same time, she knew I was ogling her. Her naked
charms were by no means a mystery but they took on a new meaning knowing she was at my disposal
nonstop for the entire week. They were to be my playground and I pictured the games I would play
with her. Staring got boring very quickly. I hadn't taken into account how much time there would be
with so little to do. Or perhaps better put, how thin my plans were in the face of the time we had.
"Why don't you go clean up?" I told her, more to give myself time to think that any concern for her
cleaniliness. She padded into the bathroom and I heard the water running. All of a sudden I was
interested in being clean myself and stripped off my clothes to join her. "I think you can wash me
now- and don't forget anything," I told her as I joined her under the warm stream of water. She was
appropriately subserviant as she soaped and rinsed me, kneeling to work below my waist. She easily
raised my erection again, but I wasn't ready to use it right then. It was going to be a long
evening and I wanted to save something for the night. It did get me thinking about sex though. It
made me think of the adult book store we had seen just back down the road. Normally, I would be
afraid I'd get in trouble, being underage and all, but this was the big city and I wasn't from here
anyway. True to the code, Miss Schenk was wearing a dress she wore to school and nothing else.
Well, shoes, but nothing under the dress that looked like a jumper over a white blouse but was
really all one piece. I dressed up to look as old as possible. That was the least of my worries. I
think the guy behind the counter looked up, but I wouldn't swear to it. We looked at the stuff
together and my erection wasn't going down a bit. There was everything under the sun there. I had
to ask Miss Schenk in hushed tones what many of the things were for. She seemed only mildly
interested in most of the wares, but she seemed to be fixated on my hard-on. Finally, I let her
drag me into the rear of the store and into one of the video booths. A couple of quarters later and
she was sitting on the sticky bench with my dick in her mouth as a movie of closeup genitals in
action played on my stomach. It wasn't like she demanded it, but I definitely felt it was her idea
to suck me off like a prostitue in this dirty book store. "Show me," I whispered as she bobbed on
my cock. She lifted her skirt in response and I leaned back so I could see her naked crotch past
her bobbing head. Then I saw the error of our situation and grabbed her head so we could turn
around. The movie was much clearer on the wall as I sat down and leaned back as she knelt and
continued to suck my cock. The movie loop was showing one woman with two men. They were taking her
from both ends and I felt like both of them as I rocked up to thrust my cock a little ways in and
out of her mouth. I was fucking cunt- I was getting a blow job- both images were presented to me
and the feeling I was getting from Miss Schenk was alternately one and then the other. They shifted
positions on the screen and the woman was on top of one of the men. I was beginning to lose
interest in the movie. My cock had about enough to explode and more and more of my attention was
shifted to Miss Schenk's sucking mouth. But I vaguely noticed the other man moving behind the woman
too. Hot Willie Sunshine! The approaching explosion was twisting my balls even as I had an obscure
question what was going on in the loop. My attention was yanked back to the screen as I caught the
explanation. One cock was in the woman's cunt and one was in her asshole! The sheer novelty of the
image made my cock fire. The implications bounced my butt off the seat and I fucked her face as I
jetted out an apocalyptic stream of seed. Sex was so--- sexy! I couldn't keep the guilty grin off
my face as we went back into the front of the store. I figured everybody would know what had just
happened back there and I was damn proud of that. But no one looked up and no one made eye contact.
I had to satisfy myself with being a 'bastard' to Miss Schenk. "Whatever could people want with
those disgusting things!" she said as we wandered into the bondage section. There were cuffs and
shackles of every description, whips and chains and sex toys on straps whose purpose I could not
fathom. I was lost in a weird wonderland. But I saw the revulsion of Miss Schenk and knew we had
hit gold. I fingered things to see her reaction. She didn't like the things that could hold her
captive. She actually trembled when I touched a device with many long strands of leather fixed in a
handle and the strange plastic things on straps made her wince. I didn't have a lot of money, but
there were things I had to have. Nylon and velcro cuffs, that whip thing, two of the toys and, upon
further reading of the package, the belt they attached to, it was a list of items totalling near
$200, but the look in her eyes made them necessary. She didn't like them, so she must want them.
They scared her, so they were the things she craved the most. I tried not to think of the hours it
took to save the money and paid for the items. "Whatever do you want with those-- things?" she
asked as we exited the store. "Shut up!" I explained. "I don't even know what they're for, but I
think I'll have fun finding out." It was an electric silence surrounding us as we took our
purchases back to the room. I set them in the corner, still in the bag and turned to her. "We're in
the room. You don't need that rag," I told her. She undid the buttons on the fake blouse and pulled
the dress over her head. There was no stirring in my pants as I looked on her nude form. "Go sit on
the t.v.," I told her. She crawled up on the dresser and sat on the set as if it was a chair. "No,
not like that," I scolded, " Spread those legs, I want to see the screen. And get comfortable. You
may be there for a while." She spread her legs to the sides of the screen and leaned back to rest
against the mirror behind her. I turned on the set and flipped through the channels as she sat with
her spread beaver flashed in my direction. That was as good as I could do for her at the moment,
but I did try to keep her thinking with a comment from time to time. "Now you've got competition,"
I remarked to remind her of her exposure, "Will I watch the show or look at your spread twat?
You'll see what kind of Neilson rating your cunt gets." The weirdest thing was that she got wetter
and wetter the longer she perched on top of the set with her privates on display. I didn't know if
it was accumulation of if she was getting more and more excited the longer I made her stay in
place. The growing raggedness of her breathing made me choose the latter explanation. She had been
on top of the t.v. for about half an hour or so when I felt I could do her some good again. It
finally occured to me that I didn't have to screw her to enjoy myself and that I could probably get
her cumming like a faucet while I was doing it. Her pleasure was not a primary force in my
thinking, but since I didn't have anything else to do, I wasn't against watching her squirm and
whine like a cat in heat while I put her through a few orgasms of her own. It got her attention
when I retrieved the bag from the book store. She watched every movement as I unpackaged and
unwrapped the devices and lay them out on the bed. I felt a little bit like a pervert as I sat next
to the display, but it had her worked up. It was that strange mixture of fear and desire I had seen
on her face before. Her breathing was ragged and she squirmed as she looked at the items laying on
the covers. Obviously, she knew more about the way these things were used than I did. "Get over
here," I demanded and I couldn't miss the tremor that passed through her at the order. She got off
the t.v. a little stiffly after her long stint and winced as she stepped down onto the floor. She
spproached the bed and stood looking down with me at the array of devices spread on the bed. "What
should we try first?" I asked her and saw the tremor pass through her again. There was fear in her
eyes, but no panic in her voice as she answered, "I don't think we should use any of them. They all
look like they'll hurt." There was that confusing paradox again. She looked scared, but she sounded
calm. She professed revulsion, but she wasn't backing away. Even I got that she wanted it, but had
to remain unwilling for my demands to flip her switch. I could ask which one she feared the most,
but I decided to be bold and pick for myself. One of the toys looked like a Peter Max Christmas
tree. The package said it was a butt plug, so there was little doubt how to use it. I had read the
copy and seen the illustration, so I chose that. But first I had to get her into the harness. It
was more a belt with rings and accesory straps with snaps. I cinched on her tight and then told her
to turn around. Her eyes went wide and she hesitated a beat. "If you're going to use that--- thing,
please let me grease it first," she asked and I heard serious fear in her voice. I picked up the
butt plug and turned it in my hand. It really was quite wide at its widest point and she did sound
earnest in her plea. I looked up at her while I held the plug and saw real terror in her eyes. At
that moment I was hooked. Suddenly I understood her conflicting desires personally. Her fear made
my cock jump. I wanted her to be the helpless victim she craved being. I wanted to be the one
victimizing her. But somehow I also understood that it was all a play- a put on that would be
ruined if it got too real. "Go get your grease," I told her. It had to be the anticipation of what
was coming that made her search through her luggage so exciting. I had seen her expansive rear view
plenty of times before and I don't think it was the belt that made the difference. But watching her
paw though her belongings with her available sex winking at me was a special thrill right then. We
were on the brink of something new, something forbidden, something kinky. She finally came up with
a small jar of Vicks. "This is all I can find," she said. I shrugged and crooked my finger at her.
When she was standing in front of me again, I handed her the butt plug. "Grease it up," I told her.
Her nipples were drawn tighter than I had seen them before and her hands shook as she coated the
plug with the chest rub.I think preparing her own instrument of torture was making her hotter than
it was making me and that was plenty hot. "Okay," I said, taking the plug from her and turning her
around. I caught her hand and pulled it behind her and made her rub the Vicks on her fingers into
the crack of her ass. And then I bent her over as far as I could make her go and stared at the tiny
brown pucker between her ass cheeks and then the plug. She was right to have that terror in her
eyes. I had to get the plug through one of the rings first and I forced it through with a big push.
It gave me a foreshadowing of what it was going to be like to push the novelty into her asshole.
She just moaned at first as the narrow tip spread the ring of muscle, but as the plug spread
quickly, she gasped with sharp little cries as I forced her anus wide to take in the rubber toy.
"No- Wait! I can't take it that fast!" she protested as I reached the widest part, but I was lost
in the spirit of the game and pushed the flange inside over her scream of protest. "Arrrrghhh! It's
too big!" she yelped and shook her ass as if she had to go to the bathroom. But the design was
perfect to prevent her expelling the intrusion. I snapped the one end tight through the ring on her
belt and pulled the strap between the lips of her twat to snap it just as tight on the other end.
She was still wiggling, trying to get accustomed to the large plug in her butt and I watched her
discomfort with growing lust. Unfortunately, the strap made access difficult. There was another
ring- for the other small penis-shaped toy, but it looked too small for my own cock to pass through
comfortably. That left her mouth as the next best target. But first I wanted to watch her dance
around with the plug firmly fixed in her backside. "Stand up," I instructed. She was uneasy at best
as she straightened and her cheeks tried to close around the end of the plug. I turned her around
and was pleased with the effect the strap had mashing her cuntlips open and then trailing up to the
belt. It was like a highway to her sex, emphasizing her availability and the lush territory that
was there for my plunder. I changed my mind. I wanted to plunder it. I surveyed the situation for
only a moment before seeing the solution. It was the real answer because it satisfied so many
requirements of the puzzle that had become our shared lust.

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 "Back to the dresser," I told her and
took her by the arms to actually back her into the piece of funiture. "Now sit." She was tentative
and slow in obeying. She came down easy on the fake veneer and then hesitated more as the end of
the plug met the top of the surface. "Sit, dammit!" I ordered and she was startled into dropping
her weight on the plug. Her eyes flew wide and her mouth gaped as the plug was forced in another
half inch, but only a strangled sound escaped her throat. The sound repeated when I grabbed her
ankles and forced her to lean back against the wall as I lifted her legs. My calculation had been
correct. She rested flat on the base of the plug. I reached up and unsnapped the strap and pulled
it down to hang off the edge of the dresser. She was available to me once again. The drawback was
the angle, but I quickly adjusted to pushing straight up into her beside the obstruction in her
ass. It would not have been comfortable for long, bending as I had to to make my entry vertical,
but I was not going to take long. I had stepped into a brave new world and the excitement had me
more than halfway to cumming. My new status as a sexual sophisticate was going a long way towards
getting my heart pumping hard. And the ridge of the plug in her butt was riding up and down the
underside of my cock as I plunged into the nicely compressed space in her cunt. Tight, naughty and
inside my teacher, it didn't take any longer than I thought. "Take it, you little sex slut!" I
rasped at her as I felt the semen boil in my balls. "Squeeze my cock, cock glove!" She shifted
sharply as I started my abuse. Aha! Another button she reacted to when I pushed it. I was much more
interested in cramming my dick in Miss Schenk than abusing her, but I tried to gasp out a couple
more defaming comments. "Here it comes, cum sponge," I wheezed as I tried to lift her off the
dresser with a thrust. "Soak it up, you slutty whore fuckhole!" She groaned and jerked. I came.
"Get your bellyful!" I groaned as the cum pumped out of my balls. She twitched and began to beg on
her own. "Please, let me live!" she begged. "I couldn't help myself. I am so weak. Punish me, but
please don't torture me more!" I don't know where she was getting any of this. But it was making
her more excited than I had ever seen her. I listened to find clues for what I could do to bring
her to that state again- and by association heighten my own ascent into the heady heights of sexual
heaven. I was fiercely blending her Puritan bent with the restraints that seemed to facinate her
and straining her pleas through them. Of course, her pleas were really begging for me to keep up
the treatment, that much I had learned. I pulled my cock out of her and snapped the strap back
tightly in place. I lifted her to her feet for a moment and then propelled her face down onto the
bed. The strap made an obscene thong creeping into the crevice of her ass, while the butt plug was
like a pervert's loin cloth obscuring one of her orifices. She lay quiet where I had pushed her and
I paused a long moment considering my next move. I wasn't going to be ready to fuck her again for
some time and I thought about that other toy. But should I hold that back for later? I had already
laced her up and there were still other toys to play with. Then there was a knock at the door. It
was not a polite knock. It was a demanding knock. "Stay where you are," I warned her as I pulled on
some pants. The man at the door was my height but about twice as broad. I figure he was all of 250
pounds. He looked at me with suspicious eyes. "Somebody said you was killin a woman in here," he
said bluntly. I felt evil. Perhaps I was overcome by the jaunt through the city. But it all fell
into place before I had a chance to open my mouth. "No, just test driving one," I said smartly and
waved my hand to usher him into the room. "Take a look for yourself." She was still laying where I
had put her, but I could see that her blush had spread so far down her neck that it showed on the
top of her shoulders. He was looking too, but he wasn't exactly looking at her shoulders. "Why
don't you give her a try," I suggested and caught her hands behind her in the new cuffs. I lifted
her off the bed and down onto her knees while the man stared at both of us. He looked down at Miss
Schenk, but she wouldn't meet his eyes. "Go ahead," I urged. "I'm sure she'll like it." I think he
visualized his cock fucking into her face for a minute before he turned back to me and shook his
head. "Nah," he refused, "Just keep it down. We got straight people stayin here." It was a triumph
both of action and inaction. I had submitted her to being used as property in a real sense and she
didn't have to complete the deal. She got all the feelings except sucking off a stranger. She had
also learned that I was serious and willing to submit her to anything my heart desired. She was
cuffed, plugged and kneeling on the floor of my room at my mercy and she had just learned there was
very little of that. But the desk man had given me an idea. I wasn't very skilled at this stuff,
but I knew I read all the time about men muffling women with their own panties. I got a pair of
hers and stuffed them in her mouth. I secured them with a shoelace, so she wouldn't have to worry
about them falling out. Then I plugged her with the dildo. Now there wasn't a place for me to stick
my dick at all. And only one more toy to play with. "I don't know why I even bother with a slut
like you," I rebuked her. "You're not even good enough for motel guys. And to think I've given you
the ecstacy of my dick." I knew her well enough by now to see the effect my words were having on
her. She was getting in her 'treat me like a whore' mode again. I undid the cuffs and spread her on
the bed face down and tied the cuffs to the corners of the bed over her muffled protests. "I think
if I flogged you enough to even out the priviledge I've given you, my arm would fall off," I said,
fondling the whip."Let's start with ten and see about the rest later."Oaky, I hate to admit it, but
watching the tendrils of the whip snake across her ass and leave red streaks where they touched got
me hot. I thought I was doing it primarily to please her twisted tastes, and it did that very well,
but I found I had a taste for this game too. By ten, she was shouting blurred things into the gag
and flopping like a fish on the coverlet. I was too short of breath for the exercise to explain my
state and I think both of us wanted just a few more to keep the thrill alive. But I stopped. The
waiting seemed to have even a greater effect on her. She twisted around on the bed like I had
abaondoned her on the verge of an orgasm simply from the whipping. And her distress was giving me
the urge to plunge into her again. Unhappily it was only the urge and not the ability. But she had
put another weapon in my arsenal. I knew I could taunt and threaten her to bliss. "I know you want
at least ten more," I teased the writhing woman and let the strands of the whip trail lightly over
the red striped bottom captive on the bed. "How about a hundred?" I allowed myself one quick flick
of the wrist to snap the leather strands on her butt one more time. Her reaction to the stroke was
much too much for the strength of the blow itself. I was getting to her. "You are an abomination in
the eyes of God," I said, starting the Puritan rap, "You may even be a witch."I was going to berate
her for the same sex faux pas I caught her in, but the witch thing just blurted out. And it was a
lucky slip of the tongue. She went wild at the mention of the charge and I don't mean she fought
against her confinment. She shook like a frightened rabbit and made a constant stream of blurred
noises into her gag. I grabbed her belt and bounced her on the bed, hoping that would force the
dildos inside her to move. And I continued to pound the accusation that seemed to affect her the
most. "Yes, a witch! Witch! Witch! You'll confess! I promise you," I said and she either went
through or pretended a horrendous climax. I was caught up in the emotion of the moment myself and
found my nostrils flaring with righteous indignation as the sweat gathered on the back of my neck.
This witch accusing was quite a sexual thing. "One chance," I promised her as I freed her hands and
pulled her arms behind her to link the cuffs. I dragged her off the bed and loosed the string
holding the panties in her mouth. They were wet and well-chewed. I dropped my pants and stood with
my cock hanging in her face. "Change my attitude or you will burn," I told her. Her tongue was
strangely dry as she used it to trap my dick and lift it so she could suck it into her mouth. As
she sucked my still flaccid cock, I felt the saliva return, but that was only a vague realization
in the midst of her warm mouth on my overused organ. It was a whole other feeling as her tongue
worked the soft cock and I could feel every nuance without the thunder of thudding passion
drownding out the subtleties of her mouth work. And there was the whole slavel/master thing that I
was growing to like. "That's right. Serve me, sex slut. At least your worthless body has some use,"
I taunted her. My erection was slow in growing, but that was perfect. I stood over Miss Schenk and
mused about the reversal that the summer had brought. The fearsome high-handed bitch was groveling
at my feet and sucking my dick. And I couldn't complain about her lack of ability. But once she got
the blood flowing, my cock got with the program quickly. As it came about three-quarters, I pulled
it out of her mouth and stepped forward. "Lick my balls, sewer mouth," I demanded. She did that
with flair, finding every inch and some of the surrounding skin with her tongue. I felt every inch
the master then. A quick thrust and I was fucking her face again and she sucked passivly as I
stroked in and out of her mouth. I had to change the flow on her. "Just as I thought!" I snapped as
I took my cock away from her. I pulled her roughly to her feet and held her by the arms. "Only a
servant of the Devil would do such unnatural acts," I accused. She did a poor job hiding the
satisfaction behind a mask of fear. I spun her around and threw her on the bed again. I climbed
over her to retie her hands to the bed and then backed down her legs with no specific intention in
mind. I was ready to- do somthing, but it hadn't jelled in my mind. And a memory flashed into that
empty space. I was staring at her red-marked ass as the scene on the wall came back to me. The
woman was full of cock and then the second man put his cock in her ass! I pulled open the snap and
grabbed the base of the plug. "Please, careful, it's so big," she cried out even as I yanked the
plug from her hole and she yelped. Her asshole was like a slippery dark pit, stretched wide and
disappearing down into the void. It was calling to me. I moved up until I could point my cock into
the gaping hole and then fell forward over her back and drove my rod up inside her. "NOOOoooooo!"
she howled as I passed easily into the entrance the plug had prepared and then roughly into the
snug sheath beyond. "Yes, my little fuck slave," I hissed in her ear as I pressed my belly tight on
her ass and moved my legs between hers. "You might as well give it all before you burn." "But I'm
not a witch," she protested, staying in the role we had fallen into. "Then why are you mistress of
all that is unnatural?" I questioned as I thrust again to be sure I had buried my cock as far as it
would reach into the grip of her ass. "You seek your own sex. You seek to copulate in all ways
forbidden. You are immodest and lewd in the middle of gatherings. What perversion is beyond you?
None we have seen," I read off the charges out of my own mind. She was wailing quietly in the
absense of real tears, bemoaning her situation in a mock of the terror she would feel if my threats
were indeed deadly. She was so good in her fearful reaction to my censure that I wondered how much
of her protest at my anal entry had been faked. I pulled up my hips in that sexual reverse of a
push up and jammed back into her hard to find out. Her grunt sounded real to me. I tested her
another half dozen times and then some wiser voice inside questioned my interest. What did I care
if it was hard, easy or indifferent to her? I did not have to feed off her reaction. I had her
tight sphincter ringing my cock at the root and the shaft crammed into the passage up her butt now
made narrow by the rubber penis filling the other channel. All the rest was just a game to fill the
time as I fucked her. The good part was exploring the tight tunnel like an explorer discovering a
new land. It was the other- the Northwest passage, the back door, the alternate route, the cotton
pony's detour. And it was damn good beyond the fantasy value of boning my teacher up the butt. I
tried out this new treat with vigor and she complained with growing volume. "Protest knowing I will
repay you in kind," I threatened her, not sure what that meant. I liked the sounds of her
discomfort, but I didn't want that guy coming back with more complaints. Then I saw the solution
laying on the bed beside us. I stuffed the panties back into her mouth and then saw how loud I
could make her yell into the muffling cotton. Had her hips not been wiggling seductively, I would
have been fooled by the intensity of her cries. As I slapped loudly on her quavering buttcheeks,
her muffled roar of sound was ceaseless, but her ass told a different story as it arched up to
accept my hard rod deep into its tight gates. It was too inviting to be ignored. All thoughts,
plans, designs and calculations were forfeit. If her tight, hot anal sheath had cracked my resolve
to bugger her long and slow, then her greedy butt springing up to take its punishment had shattered
that resolve into a fury of jamming into my teacher's butt driven on by lust and need. The nuance
was lost. The memory was blurred. Only the lust burned white hot as I fucked her asshole. No
thought of the forbidden territory, no sense of the unnatural entrance; there was only divine
friction and a squirming partner urging me on to greater efforts. She said she was orgasming
without pause from the time I began my mad assault on her bowels until I could no longer hold back
the itch in my balls. It was a strange, never before conceived entry for me, but it seemed it was
her port of choice- after being well-whipped, of course. I don't know if I was more horrified or
confused or fearful of my sanity when I awoke the next morning beside my bound beauty. With the
fresh mind of waking I realized how far away from my life of a few weeks before I had come. From
fantasies over my morning erection, I had progressed to taking control over a mature woman and I
had descended into the twisted dungeon corridors of the darker sexual needs. I was just a kid. Had
I gone too far? Miss Schenk, over her protests, which I took as permission, had spent the night
bound hand and foot. The sight of her laying mostly on her side, turned toward me with her wrists
and ankles caught in the cuffs made me wonder which of us had captured the other. She was B'rer
Rabbit and I had played B'rer Fox to stupidly think that I was leading as she instead pushed me in
front of her down the kinky paths she wished to travel. But then the fresh mind of waking heard a
more insistent voice. 'Hey, you've got a helpless naked woman- a teacher no less- stop being a
wussy and fuck her.' was screaming up from my hard-on. 'What's done is done- you're horny and you
need something warm and wet to stiuck me in' my morning erection urged. And, you know, it was
right. Whatever clear insights I was having were not working to get me laid. Right and proper be
damned. It was the first and best use of a morning hard-on. I pushed Miss Schenk over so she faced
the wall and as she sleepily wondered where she was and what was happening, I slipped the meat to
her. Whatever else was happening here, sliding my cock into her warmth first thing in the morning
was a wonderful thing. We lay like spoons and I let my cock enjoy her cunt without moving while she
spluttered awake.However we had come to it, this was the way it was supposed to be. This was
obviously what a morning erection was for. Miss Schenk was amazing. Her confusion at waking bound
and with a cock inside her vanished almost immediately. She wanted to play. As I was luxurating in
the warm carress of her tight cunt, she wanted more. "Oh please, no more," she breathed with mock
fear. "I have told you everything. Please, no more interrogation." "Don't worry, my pet," I told
her, still resisting her urging to move my cock inside her. "Everything I want I can take from you
without your participation." I pushed myself up so she lay at near a right angle to me and my cock
slid deeper into her. It was time now. I rocked my hips in this doggy position on our sides and my
cock moved eagerly in and out of her pussy. This was a lot better than beating off in the morning.
In her position, she was out of sight and it was easy to feel that I was alone in the bed with a
mysterious cunt to fuck into. It was a whole lot better than beating off. Obviously, she understood
how she was being used as just a cunt as she campaigned for me to switch positions. "Please release
me, this is unbearable. Let me go," she pleaded. She offered to squirm off the bed, more warning
than action and I knew I had to get a better grip on her. On the other hand, if it was what she
wanted, there was no good reason to refuse. "No. You know you want it, and I bet you want to
watch," I said as I rolled her onto her back amd released her ankles. I pushed up on her feet and
forced her knees to part as they were pushed up to her body. I made sure she had a clear view of
her hairy mound arched off the bed and then put my cock to it. "Mmmmmmm," I sighed as my cock sank
back into her in front of her eyes. "It's nice to have one of these to use when I want it." She was
rolled up good and tight with the spectacle of my cock drilling her filling her vision. For my own
part, I was on a clear path into her cunt with no stopping until my belly mashed into her cuntlips.
It seemed to satisfy her perverse notions and I enjoyed the run unabated into her cunt. It was no
longer some touchy-feely pleasant wake up bath in her warmth. I was drilling cunt hot and straight
for my own pleasure as she looked on and watched as she was taken. My orgasm came like a bolt from
my ass forward through my cock and out the end. It was the cum stored through who knows how many
sexy dreams and finally deposited in a real, live woman's cunt before my feet had touched the floor
to start the day. I was going to have a hard time adjusting to not having a woman in my bed when I
woke up after this experience. But then I had to piss- I mean really had to. As the events of the
morning shivered through me as I relieved myself, I remembered why I was in Chicago in the first
place. Today was the first seminar I had come to attend. I would have to straighten up and get down
to business. Miss Schenk would have to be put on hold for a while. 

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