Chapter One-4
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Rachel’s eyes went wide as the sallow-faced girl’s tongue probed slowly, hesitantly through the open pink bowl of her used p***y. Despite the insistent fantasies with which she had first teased and then satisfied herself over the years, never had she actually experienced anything like this before—never! Breathless, she looked down her fluttering belly and across the shining dark curls of her mound, to where her fellow student’s face labored, uncertain and yet growing amateurishly eager. How exciting it was for Rachel to have this wench submit between her sleek pale thighs!
“Be thorough, Ms. Chang,” advised their professor dryly. “Remember, your goal is threefold.” He ticked them off on his cool fingertips. “For one thing, to show us how eagerly and deftly you are able to gulp up your first of the evening’s mouthfuls of c*m, merely for the idle curiosity of your classmates. Second, to clean out that plump-lipped little p***y so that it will still be snug enough to bring off the next male who in a moment shall f**k it—and of course to perform the same service each time another c**k has creamed this dusky split-peach. And finally,” he added almost as an afterthought, “to force upon our hesitant victim another orgasm or two so that we all may study more closely how she climaxes. Despite years of fantasizing, after all, this is Ms. Aschelman’s first real lesbian experience, so we must all be sure to observe her most closely.” He bent briefly, and without rancor he gave the slender ass of the kneeling girl an encouraging slap. “Feast, slut! Wallow in that cummy cunt! Feel it, taste it, breathe it!”
Shuddering, Rachel felt that sperm-slicked tongue dance more assertively within her, and, closing her eyes before the class that looked down intently, she focused on the sweet sensation that made her burn and throb deep within. It felt good, so good… The muscles beneath her flushed cheeks twitched into a fierce, tight smile.
“Yes, Ms. Aschelman,” said McEvers softly, “enjoy. Show us what a true slut you can be. Let yourself go—all self-consciousness, all hesitation, all shame. Take the pleasure, wallow in it, and let it fill you. Feel it, feel it…”
The Asian girl’s c*********s throbbed urgently within her, rhythmic and demanding, and yet somehow endearingly shy. Rachel heard the girl moan softly into her soaked black bush with the dirty joy of it all, heard her lips smack and slobber delightedly. Shivering in the comforting warm darkness of her flushed and closed eyelids, Rachel arched her back, pressing herself more firmly against that sweetly laboring mouth, against the tongue that lapped and swirled and probed. Her open cunt swam with sperm and saliva and lubrication. Her pulsing purple clit felt hot and swollen. She began to whimper in her delight.
And as the slender wench gasping between her splayed white thighs gulped happily at thick gooey strings of semen and at Rachel’s raging clit-meat alike, McEvers reached down and grabbed Rachel once more by her engorged n*****s. Rachel’s eyes snapped open and, wild and panting beneath her captor’s calm and faintly benign gaze, she climaxed once more, thick spasms of pleasure filling every pore of her palpitating body like some fiery liquid honey. Feeling exposed and cherished, feeling turned inside-out like some creature of pure nerve endings, she writhed helplessly in an unutterable delight that went on and on and on…
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