Rachel's ReEducation

Chapter One-3

“And anyway,” one of the doctoral assistants added to the younger man, “remember that these case studies we usually read are made from cases that are anything but representative.”

“Well said, Ms. Bellano,” commented their professor agreeably, rolling Rachel’s lengthened n*****s between his thumbs and fingers with a more restrained and yet very much more purposeful touch. He smiled as her eyelids fluttered at the sensation. “In a case such as this—an attractive middle-class girl living in ordinary surroundings—we must investigate most carefully.”

“But how, sir?” asked one of the other boys of the class.

“By experiments on her,” suggested a slender student from overseas in her quiet, stilted English—and, almost as much as anything else had, this contribution shocked Rachel profoundly, for the girl previously in class had been very shy and reserved. Yet now the petite Asian’s sly, almond-eyed gaze moved slowly over Rachel’s nude white flesh without reserve, and the captive girl read in those frank eyes a lust that, despite Rachel’s terrible predicament, made her feel somehow warm and loose inside. “By doing many things to her and see how she responds,” the girl continued carefully, licking her lips. “And by make her perform for us all, with s*x, and get her excited, whether she wants it or not.”

“Partially true, Ms. Chang,” said the professor tolerantly—and Rachel shivered at his matter-of-fact tone. “Yet to answer you more fully, Mr. Reid, first we observe the subject in her surroundings. By that, of course, I mean using my University credit card to have a host of miniaturized surveillance gear installed in Ms. Aschelman’s apartment.” Rachel’s eyes went round, and McEvers concluded mildly, “If you had watched the subject in her unguarded moments, as I have—watched her study and bathe and sleep, watched her masturbate every night—then you would feel quite confident in characterizing her as I do.”

“Ah,” said the young man, nodding.

“In fact,” continued the professor, “if you were a thorough researcher such as myself, you would widen the study to have private investigators interview her friends and colleagues—oh, in a very discreet manner,” he assured Rachel, seeing her expression. “Finally you would come to feel that you knew her, ah…inside and out, one might say.” He smiled briefly.

“For example, Rachel,” McEvers insinuated quietly, “there’s more to the story of getting your n*****s pierced than even you have admitted in your diary.”

“I don’t know what you mean,” she whispered, but, smiling, McEvers merely gave those throbbing nodules a yank that took her breath away.

“The night that you went out with your roommate and your boyfriend,” he reminded her, “it was your true intention, was it not, to have your boyfriend make love to the other girl while you watched?”

Rachel bit her lip. She had told that to no one, no one—not even the diary. Yet though she would not admit it aloud before these strangers, it was true. Her old roommate Katy was so buxom and blonde and pretty—and kind of flirty, too!—and within the imagination of Rachel’s innermost, faintly guilty mind that night had burned bright the look she longed to see on the tipsy girl’s face as the blonde’s confusion at Rachel’s oblique hints and odd double entendres might slowly turn at last to understanding. In Rachel’s secret, scarcely acknowledged plan the big-breasted blonde might then sit on the bed, a little self-consciously, and while her blue eyes gleamed sultry and expectant, Rachel would nod quietly to her own equally surprised boyfriend… Yes, that night Rachel had been so secretly aroused.

“Yes,” nodded McEvers urbanely, “but my research unearthed something else as well, something which even the parties whom we interviewed did not suspect but which, taking your nature into account, seemed to me fairly obvious.”

She gazed at her professor helplessly. More assertively he handled her breasts, so that, despite herself, she began to whimper in delight. Though it was terrible to be exposed like this, humiliated and put upon display, in some secret way it was also wildly thrilling as well. Her poor body could not help responding.

Rachel looked down her smooth white chest, watching, mesmerized, as the man stimulated her so relentlessly. She tried not to react, tried not to give him the satisfaction of knowing he could control her—and yet she could not resist. Soon, as this knowing academic’s fingers pulled and pinched and twisted at the dusky nubbins of her excruciatingly sensitive n*****s, she began to shudder at the very brink of orgasm.

Yet in the midst of her helpless rapture, she felt a faint stirring against her inner thighs. Shivering, she looked farther down—and saw that, despite her professor’s seemingly clinical demeanor, his p***s had inflated, thick and pulsing. The blunt head of his swollen c**k nuzzled impatiently between the creamy soft pillars of flesh beneath her heavy delta of moistening curls. Her eyes, heavy-lidded though they were, snapped up to his.

McEvers smiled blandly, as if not a thing were out of the ordinary. “Unfortunately,” he continued, “your boyfriend was too drunk to perform sexually, and neither he nor your roommate ever had any idea of what you had been thinking.”

Yes, how frustrating it had been! In Rachel’s secret plan, while her boyfriend might be hesitant at first, soon with her softly reassuring whispers and the softer touch of her cool white fingertips along his blazing red earlobe she would convince him that, at least for tonight, what his mindless male flesh longed for truly was allowable. Soon the boy would start to strip the desirable blonde wench bare before Rachel’s silent gaze, and he would squeeze and suck happily at those thick naked titties, making the girl shiver and squirm prettily. And, then, while the dark-haired girl watched in trembling wide-eyed excitation, her wildly rampant boyfriend would just climb up on top of the splayed-open Katy and sink shudderingly down into her very core and do whatever he craved inside of her.

How beautiful it was supposed to have been, a primal scene of sweet betrayal played out on a stage of sweaty sheets and creaking mattress springs! On and on the boy would have grappled with the buxom blonde’s available flesh, whimpering in his mounting excitation, his hips moving faster and faster toward a once-forbidden culmination which he still could scarcely believe his girlfriend would allow. But, no, to the poor Rachel’s extraordinary disappointment, it had not turned out like that, and she had had to go home unfulfilled instead.

“Knowing your proclivities as I do, however,” her professor pronounced with a quiet leer, “I very strongly suspect that what you really wanted was the chance to lick out the unsuspecting girl’s p***y after your boyfriend had f****d it.”

Suddenly the entire room was silent. As McEvers previously had questioned and teased her, there had been whispered conversations here and there as her leather-costumed classmates compared theories. Now, however, at the revelation of this shocking perversion, all other sounds ceased.

“Do I have it right, Ms. Aschelman?” McEvers wondered dryly. Smiling, he tugged at her burning n*****s, making her gasp and squirm. “Do I?”

Rachel shuddered in almost unendurable delight. It was terrible to be tortured so intimately, so publicly—and yet her betraying flesh longed wordlessly for ever more. Beneath her sweating belly, she knew, her secret places had opened up, warm and moist. And yet despite that instinctive reaction, despite the mindless hunger of her poor untouched c******s, she knew she was so wondrously excited that the continued attention of the man’s deft fingers upon her n*****s was all it would take to make her shriek out her wicked joys.

“I have read you correctly, haven’t I, Rachel?” McEvers pressed her. “Haven’t I?” His face was red now, she realized vaguely, and his nostrils were dilated with his urgent breath. “Admit it!”

Rachel swayed and whimpered before him. Dimly she felt the purpled head of his erection pressing against the slickness of her plump labia. Her whole body throbbed.

“You wanted him to f**k her,” McEvers said raggedly, “wanted him to make her squeal as she writhed prettily beneath his gasping, animalistic thrusts until, grunting, he simply poured himself into her. And then, as the girl lay there, sweaty and happy and drowsily fulfilled, you would have slithered down between her pale thighs and simply buried your face in the spermed-up folds of your roommate’s wondrously used cunt.” The professor’s eyes were bright as his hips wriggled sinuously before her, seemingly of their own accord, making his blunt cockhead bobble all about the slippery entrance of her helplessly lubricated p***y. “You wanted to see what a dirty, cummy girl he could make her, and then you wanted to suck her aaaalllll out.”

Rachel swooned in unutterable delirium as his fingers yanked at her wildly sensitive n*****s, pulling them, twisting them, stretching them. In her mind’s eye burned the beautiful picture of what McEvers suggested, what she herself had longed for, so very secretly: a freshly f****d p***y, plump-lipped and hairy, absolutely overflowing with sperm—a forbidden delight that called her watering mouth and its hungrily slavering tongue… How she writhed now within McEvers’ demanding grasp, craving more, and more!

“You wanted to bury your face in those slippery warm curls,” said McEvers accusingly, “moaning in your unutterable delight—seeing, feeling, smelling, tasting nothing but the deliciously forbidden wonder of another girl’s body, intimate and overpowering in its sudden reality, absolving of all sins, all guilt, all remorse.” The man’s eyes were wild. “You craved the chance to lick out those glistening pink folds of smelly, used p***y,” he panted, “and suck up every stringy curdle of c*m you had silently begged your boyfriend to squirt. After watching the welcome betrayal which you yourself had craved to see, you longed to grasp a pair of round white hips in your trembling hands and drown yourself in flesh and hair and fluids, to moan and whimper and wallow and show them both the depths of your own sweet depravity. You wished to pervert yourself utterly before your closest friends, to feast upon p***y, bubbling and gasping! Didn’t you? Didn’t you!”

“Yes,” cried Rachel at long last, reeling with the joy and the humiliation of admitting it, “yes, yes, yes!” And as her professor grasped hungrily at the fiery points of her young breasts so that finally she whimpered out her orgasm, he jerked his hips sharply forward to penetrate her suddenly balls-deep. His belly pressed urgently against her sweaty mound, and in just a few desperate strokes he began to fill her dilated cunt with his squirting sperm. His c**k was thick and full, pulsing like some heavy-muscled snake, and as he clung breathlessly to her overexcited n*****s, the thing rhythmically disgorged into her spurt after spurt of the sour fluids of his lusts. Grunting, he emptied himself into her, on and on and on.

Face crimson in her pleasure and her shame, Rachel let out her breath shakily, and as her own unasked-for and yet desperately needed orgasm began to subside, she found herself blinking at the man whose demanding red organ had plunged, fat and urgent and unwanted, balls-deep to her very core. His eyes had ground shut in his own moment of helplessness, and she studied his blissful face in a strange, silent awe. How much this seemingly self-collected academic had needed that relief! She realized all at once. How wildly excited her desirable body had made him! Within her most intimate places the intruder was wet and slippery and oozing, beginning to soften now to the pulse of his pounding heart. As the glow of her own fading climax ebbed through her flesh, the confused girl experienced a dizzying split-second feeling—a deep surge of oneness, of communion, almost, with her captor.

In a moment, though, McEvers’ heavy lids came drowsily open, and the man eyed her speculatively. “So that is what it means to let yourself go, eh, Rachel?” he asked her softly. “To become the slut you have so often dreamed about being—f****d like a w***e, an animal, a cunt and nothing more. But I can promise you, my dear Ms. Aschelman, that this is scarcely even the beginning…”

Smiling in an infuriatingly superior manner, the man pulled the shivering thing back to the bed by her n*****s and wordlessly guided her down upon the silken sheets of glossy crimson. There others lashed her smooth white limbs to iron rings upon the great wooden headboard so that they could do whatever they wanted to her. Rachel gasped as her knees were pulled almost up to her naked shoulders so that her hairy p***y was open and exposed, swimming with c*m.

McEvers looked around quickly. “You! Ms. Chang!” He waited until the petite, almost flat-chested young woman came forward, and then he spoke smirkingly to the group. “Since Chu-Li seems so keen on experimenting upon helpless girls, let us begin by having her slurp the mess out of the demure Ms. Aschelman’s cunt.” The Asian girl goggled, but McEvers grabbed her by her glossy black hair, forced her to her knees, and pressed her face right into Rachel’s glistening pink, making sperm bubble and splash. “Now eat!”