“And after that, I’m going to take you two out for a Steak dinner.” Carrie reached for the champagne bottle in the mini-bar. “We’ve got to keep our strength up if we are going to have a three day fuck fest.”
Story 58
Good Afternoon! And how are we doing today? Oh, don’t be surprised, you are in the right room. This is Detention. Miss Breuer called in sick today, and I’m filling in for the poor old dear. My name is Jill Swan, and I’m the new History Teacher for the First Year Students here. I’ve been here a week and I hope to be here for a very long time.
I see there’s only one name on this detention roster today. If I’m not mistaken, the name is yours. And what do you know; you’ve been quite the naughty boy, haven’t you? Your name’s on almost all the detention rosters of the week before. So what are you in for today, young man?
Wait don’t tell me... I bet you weren’t paying attention in class. Yes, that slight smirk on your face says as much. So now you’re here again, stuck with three hours of detention, but then again you sure must be used to it, looking at your past record. How do you do it? Detention after class is mostly a high school thing, but here in junior college... goodness, you must be at least nineteen, and by the look of you, you’re quite the jock. Here on a football scholarship then? Yeah? I take that nod as a yes. Well, gee... wouldn’t you like to be out there getting football practice instead of in here cooling your heels?
Hm, I see some notes left by Miss Breuer under your name on these older detention sheets. Weak in comprehension, poor in basic math and can hardly stay focused in class. Well, you know what? I can help you with all of these issues... especially with staying on focus, but only if you work with me. Miss Breuer’s too old to really care about a sports scholar student like you, but not me. I do care and I’m going to help you get through this.
I see it in your eyes that you’re wondering why. Well, I’m a teacher and that’s what we are supposed to do, besides I’m just starting out, I need to get as much experience in the field as I can. I’ve only got five or six years on you, and I’m sure you and I can connect at a level old Miss Breuer ever could with you. So what do say, are you ready to make an effort?
I’ll take that shrug as a positive response instead of an indifferent one, and I can see in your eyes, big fella, that you are more than up for this. I can tell you find me more interesting than any other teacher you’ve ever been with, and yeah... I think you’re pretty interesting too, in more ways than one. So come on, let’s get started. Let’s work on that lack of focus everyone seems to say you suffer from.
We’re going to play a little game that I came up with. I’ve tested it out before on another student, a guy kind of like you, so it should work the same way. It goes like this, I’m going give a normal classroom lecture to you, a simple one about something from History, the class I teach, and I’ll monitor your level of focus. The exercise is to build up your attention span and keep your centre of attention on me. Do you want to know what I’m going to do to keep you focused?
I really like the way you nod that head of yours. Well, yeah... I will tell you beforehand so it doesn’t come as a shocker and you lose it completely. So here’s what I’m going to do... I’m going to strip for you... yes, you heard me right... go ahead and blush. As I go on with my lecture I’m going to strip off my clothes until I’m completely undressed, to keep your focus on me all through. After this exercise, I want you to picture me in every class you are in when you listen to one of your teacher giving her lectures, and stay focused on the teacher instead of letting your mind wander. Are you ready?
Of course you are. Who wouldn’t be? Right then, let’s begin. Here’s a biographic book review that I can read out to you for my lecture. It’s a bit of a boring piece, but it’s perfect for this exercise. This is a story about a young man who wanted to travel the world and experience everything at least once before he died. His name was Magellan. He lived a few hundred years before our time and it was this ambition of his that opened up the two hemispheres of the world to each other. Ah, did I see you yawn already. Perfect! Time to take off something... let’s start with these shoes. Ah, how liberating. Oh, look at my little toes... perfectly manicured and polished with glossy red. Look, I’m wiggling them for you. Keep your focus on me, handsome, and listen to every word I say. Oh, yeah!
Let’s carry on with the lesson. Then this adventurous young man set sail on a ship. He didn’t know where he was going but he had a feeling he was going to make a great discovery. In his day, almost everyone thought that the Earth was flat and sailing into the ocean could make you fall off the edge. Hey, keep your eyes on me and not the ceiling. Look, my blouse is undone and it’s going to fall off my body. Look, there it goes. Oh, it’s cold; I’ve got Goosebumps all over my bare shoulders and arms, and also on my cleavage. Look at me, oh, I’m shivering.
Ah, now that you’re focused on me again, let’s continue. Magellan was very focused with what he was going to do, and that’s why his name is still remembered today. Will anyone remember your name? Oh, look... my skirt’s sliding down my stockings. Oh, I’m standing here before you in my underwear. Oh dear, my white lacy bra and silky panties are all that I have hiding my nakedness from you. Will this keep your focus on me or do I have to get completely naked for you. Oh, I see you nodding your head vigorously and grinning. I’m going to test your attentiveness, before I go any further. Are you ready?
Tell me, whose history was I telling you about? Ferdinand Magellan, did you say? Oh, I’m impressed. So this exercise is working. Well, I always keep my promises. Here goes my bra? Oh... ahh... it feels so good to let these big, juicy milk jugs fall free. Oh, yes... stare at them... focus on my big beautiful breasts... watch these exposed beauties heave and fall with every breath I take... salivate at each jiggle as I move around. Oh, the cool air... it’s so good... making my nipples hard and stiff. Oh!
Oh, your eyes have gone so wide and I can feel your stare burn into these tender globes of softness. Here, let me cup them up in my hands and squeeze them for you. Look at these beauties, yes, yes, lick your lips... salivate for them, keep your focus on me, completely. Ooh, yeah. I see your lips moving and your tongue darting out, I know how much you want to suck on these pink hard nipples. But you’ve got to earn it, baby. Yeah, stare at me... keep those lovely peepers glued onto my hot naked body. Magellan sailed around the world; you’re going to feast your eyes all around me. I’m turning my back to you now, and look, my panties are sliding off my big round bubble butt... ooh, keep looking ... my panties are down to my ankles. Keep your eyes on me, boy and don’t you dare look away.
Are your beautiful eyes on me? Oh, I’m going to bend over now... and give you a peek of my pussy. Oh, yes... yes... I feel your hot, scorching stare... oh, it’s making me so hot. Oh, look at me, baby... keep those lovely peepers on me as I kick my wet panties away. Oh, this feels so good, so liberating. I wish I could be like this all the time... being naked is the way nature intended us to be. Oh, I so love being naked.
How’s your focus now? Ah, I seem to have your full attention on me... and I mean full attention. You look a little uncomfortable, I see. Why don’t you loosen up and relax, take off your clothes too. I know you’re dying to get some release, so come on... take it all off... let go of all your confining fears and keep your mind on me. Looks like your angry little friend down there wants to get some air... and some respite. Come on, take off your pants, let me give you a reason why staying attentive and focused is so damn rewarding.
Yeah, that’s what I’m talking about... do it, take off your clothes, slow and easy. Look at me while you do it... look at my big, milky boobs, look at how soft and squishy they are as I press them together for you. Oh, how I’d love someone to suck on my aching nipples now. Come on, baby, take off those boxers now... let’s see what kind of pressure you’ve been building up. Yeah, yeah... grab that waistband and slide those confining things off. And keep looking at me, yeah... look, my pussy is so wet and h
ot. Oh, it feels so good to stick two fingers in it... oh, something longer and thicker would feel so much better.
Oh, god in heaven... that... you... you’re hung like a horse. That’s one of the biggest cocks I’ve ever seen, and it looks harder than iron. You’re working so well at this, yeah baby, keep that focus on me. Yeah, keep going... feast your eyes all over my hot naked body, and while you’re fucking me with your eyes, I want you to grab the base of your hard cock with one hand and slowly stroke up and down the length of your shaft with the other. Yeah, take it real slow... stroke it up and down. Oh, yeah baby, do just that... keep your eyes on me. Look at the way my breasts are heaving, and how my fingers are teasing my dripping slit... and look, my sweet little clitty is throbbing so hard... oh, fuck... I’m going to cum so hard if I keep this up. The sight of your rock hard foot long cock is making me so damn horny.
Oh, yeah... don’t stop. Keep that fist gripping your hard cock tight and stroke it up and down. Long and slow strokes, match them with the way I move my body. So slow and sexy, and so deliberately teasing... oh, yeah. Oh, my pussy’s on fire... oh, I’m going down on my knees and spreading out wide for you... keep your focus on my hot sopping pussy... eye’s front and down here, boy... yeah, and keep stroking that pole. Yeah, use both your hands, use your spit... make that beautiful muscle all soppy and shining... oh, let that delicious pre-cum ooze. Mix it with your spit and stroke your cock... yeah, up the pace a little, just a little... yeah, see how I’m stroking my pussy... long and easy strokes slowly building up the tempo. Do just that, keep that cock throbbing and your eyes on me. There’s no way you’re going to miss anything when you keep your focus on the subject of your study.
Ah, yeah... stroke your cock for me, baby. Drop down on your knees and keep rubbing that marvellous piece of meat up and down. Oh, yeah. Uh-huh! Do it for me, baby. Stroke it, slide your fist up and down... yeah... use both your hands. Grab your big hairy balls with your left hand and fondle them. Yeah... and keep your eyes on me... focus hard on me... think of me... of what you want to do to me... think how good it will feel when you have your hard cock deep inside my pussy. Oh, stroke your cock, baby.... stroke it hard.
Oh, I love what you’re doing, oh yeah. What’s that... oh, wow... twists that red hot knob like a ketchup bottle cap with your strong grip, baby. Feel all those sensitive zones come to life all over the crown of your lovely dick. Yeah, pump it, baby... stroke that thisck shaft with your left hand as your knead your cockhead with your right. Oh, keep looking at me and call out my name. Say it, yeah... Jill! Jill! Oh, Jill! Yeah, say it with each stroke you pump down your cock. Oh, yeah! Keep going. Slide your open palms over the sides of your cock and twirl it between them. Feel the hardness twist in your hands. Now go up and down the shaft as you keep swivelling your rod between your sweaty palms. Yeah, do it for me. Look at these puffy nipples; look at my wet swollen pussy. Stay focused on me. You’re doing a great job, babe.... keep on pumping your hard cock with your powerful hands.
Yes! Yes! Pump down on that monster cock, harder now... harder. Flex those big fucking biceps and bring yourself to a mind-blowing orgasm... and keep your eyes on me, yeah... on my sweaty boobs and my hot dripping pussy. Think how good your cock will feel buried deep inside me. Oh baby, you’re going to pass this fucking exercise.... yeah, look at my aching pussy... oh, I’m about to cum... oh, yeah... keep stroking that beautiful cock... up and down, up and down... oh, can you feel it... can you feel it begin... can you feel the impending liberation roiling up from deep within, and about to explode with euphoric rapturous release. Yes, stroke it harder, faster, come on... come on.
Oh, yes... oh yes... that’s it. That’s it. Let it all out... let your mind and body go free. Oh, yes, yes... let it all spurt out. Oh wow.... you sure are cumming a glorious load.... oh, that’s so awesome... oh, yeah! I’m cumming too... oh, fuck... oh, yeah. Oohhh!
That was so good. I bet it was good for you too. Yeah! I can see it on your face, handsome. And I bet your ability to focus in class isn’t going to be an issue after this. But if it is, you know where to find me... or better yet I know where to find you. Miss Breuer’s going to be away for a week, so I’ll be in charge of the detention hall until then. And I have a feeling we’ll be seeing a lot more of each other in the next few days. Yeah, that naughty smile on your face says I’m right.
Story 59
It wasn't much to ask for, was it? She certainly didn't seem to think so. The problem was, Marcy seemed to forever be having trouble snagging a man. They thought she was too this, or too that, or not enough this, or not enough that. Some even called her too big. As if that meant anything... No matter the reason, there always was one. That's what hurt young, untouched Marcy the most. Having nobody to call her own and no real answer as to why...
She was quite pretty and fair in the face – narrow at the waist and wide at the hips. Despite the extra thickness she carried, Marcy managed to maintain one hell of a sexy body. Her dark, gorgeous hair. And that creamy skin tone... Those massive, jumbo-sized tits should have been enough to snag any man she yearned for. But, this was not to be so... There remained something else, some unknown trait which scared away all other men.
That is, until she met hunky Sgt. Jameson...
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It was supposed to be a quick, easy part-time job for the summer. A short-term way to make some extra spending money. Marcy didn't have much else to do with her time. She figured, why not? Better than sitting at home and stewing over her man problem. Why not get a little money while she flaunted her sumptuous figure in public? Maybe a sexy guy would notice her ample curves and fall head over heels for her...
Yeah, right...
That was never going to happen, and she knew it. Guys around here just didn't like her kind. It was dumb and stupid, but it was true. However, nonetheless, Marcy resolved to stay employed – for at least a few weeks, if she could help it.
The internet ad had said it would be a low-stress position. A kind of carefree college kid's dream job. Very little work, decent money, and afternoon hours so you could sleep in without issue. She decided to go at once – drafting up her little resume and hopeful message for employment.
And with that, off she went to the small store.
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The bell hanging atop the door jingled slightly as she pushed it open, making her way through the threshold. A sweet, aromatic scent greeted her nose. A kind of sugary heaven, as she would later describe it.
Marcy walked inside, noting the countless jars and bottles and containers of various honeys. That was the store, in fact. A honey shop – supposedly one of the best around. All home-made or imported from secret, special locations from around the world. It looked quite magical, she thought. Some were bright yellows, while others were dark, golden browns, and still others somewhere in between. Sunlight shined in through the front windows, giving the entire store a wonderful appearance of sweetness and magic.
She turned in circles, round and round, eyeing over the various wares – all so perfect and tantalizing. Her heart was bursting with excitement at the prospect of working in such a place. That pretty, sweet girl had never felt so overjoyed. She put a hand on her tight, toned belly and continued to walk rearward, still entranced by the countless shades of color all around.
“Oof!” Marcy wheezed, just as she collided with something on her bootilicious backside, squishing against that plump ass.
Clumsy girl! She thought. The nervous virgin had been too fixated on the honey to remember to watch where she was going.
“Oh hello, and sorry about that – I didn't know you would keep backing up, but I'm delighted,” said a manly voice to her rear.
The strength and power of the voice immediately removed Marcy from her fanciful state. There was such virility and charm to the sound. She could scarcely turn around out of fright and embarrassment. But, whatever she bumped into had felt incredibly sturdy and well muscled. It warranted a gli
mpse at least, didn't it?
“Umm,” she said quietly, just beginning to spin her full-figured chocolate body to the side. “Sorry there.”
And here, young Marcy found herself face to chest as it were – with an imposing, athletic man. She could see his well-developed chest through the tight shirt, as her eyes ran out to peek at the bulging biceps and muscular forearms. Not to mention those boulder shoulders. The deep-voiced man was handsome, to say the least. Handsome and beefy. The kind of he-man physique Marcy had always read about in her romance stories – only now, she was right in the presence of one. He carried himself with an air of dignity. She thought he looked like a military man, what with the stiff posture and all.
The untouched woman's mouth drew open in shock, unable to speak or react. She simply felt her lip begin to quiver, as those flapping butterflies took flight in her sinking stomach.
“No need to apologize, miss. It was really my fault. I should have said something,” the sexy stranger smiled.
Then it appeared, at least to those with a trained eye, that the man took a quick look down at Marcy's exposed cleavage. Those bountiful, inviting breasts quite befitting of a tempting girl. Her tight shirt did wonderful things to enhance the appeal of them.
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