Rachel's ReEducation

Chapter Two-2

“Now it’s time to swallow all of that sperm, Rachel,” the man commanded her sneeringly, his breath hot in her ear. “Everyone is waiting. It was your naughty little body that made us want to squirt it all. Go ahead, you dirty c*m-eater! Swallow, slut! Wallow in what you made us do—now, now!” She shook her head in tight arcs, but she was bound helplessly, and his hands were all over her, ravishing her unwilling body. Her poor n*****s burned as he plucked mercilessly at them, and her belly felt somehow both tight-coiled and loose at the same time. She tried to resist, but as he prodded her there ever more urgently, soon she could not help gasping, whimpering in unwanted delight, and then her helpless face dropped into her sodden c*m-pie with a splash, and as everyone watched excitedly she gorged herself, ravenous and slobbering, on a stringy quart of faceless men’s most intimate fluids that had been squirted all for her…

In another dream Rachel lay spread-legged on her back in bed beside her old undergraduate roommate, both girls calm and smug and smirking as a pair of their friends f****d them simultaneously. The two girls shook beneath the eager penetrations, unembarrassed and open and absolutely full of thrusting c**k. Agitated scrotums slapped against their cool white buttocks while a big group of all the rest of the girls’ male acquaintances stood around in the crowded dorm room awaiting their turns. Someone was making tallies on a whiteboard to keep score.

The girlfriends had starting bragging one night, and it seemed only natural that the best way to settle once and for all the friendly little wager about who could satisfy the biggest number of fat red erections in a row was simply to prove it with a friendly little gangbang. The previous argument actually had grown rather heated, and Rachel’s roommate finally suggested with a vengeful gleam in her eye that the loser should have to masturbate the other girl to orgasm while everyone watched. Rachel, her heart suddenly pounding beneath the fiercely erect peaks of her little breasts, went one better—the boys would not use condoms, and rather than performing a mere public lesbian m**********n, the girl who tired first would instead have to eat out the winner’s hairy, bubbling wet p***y… The big-bosomed Katy blanched, but at last she nodded determinedly, and they shook on it.

Rachel smiled inwardly as the young man laboring atop her own belly ejaculated gratefully within her and soon was replaced by another plump c**k that splashed straight down through the cool goop the others had left, filled her to the very core like a fierce pillar of rope-veined meat, and started humping her with a friendly, boyish eagerness. Shaking patiently beneath his self-indulgent efforts, she sneaked a peek at the whiteboard. The girls were tied for the number of men satisfied, and Rachel could see that her roommate was still going strong, ready for much more impalement—oh, how easily the other girl’s big-titted blonde body took d**k after d**k! Rachel smirked to herself as she began twisting the thickened plums of her own erect, pierced n*****s. When the boy now within her was done, she had decided at last, she would pretend to have reached her limit, and then after the remaining rampant red phalluses had thoroughly plowed and seeded her buxom roommate to their spattering utmost, the sly Rachel would slither meekly down between the victor’s sleek white thighs, and as all their friends looked on in silent awe, with doe-eyed contrition Rachel would take her punishment…

One dream found Rachel a summer camp counselor for graduating seniors from a sheltered all-girl Catholic school, where beneath the fragrant, swaying pines she taught lessons in canoeing, basketball, and women’s health. The class on health, of course, concluded with a week-long series of lectures and hands-on teaching covering the all-important practice of female m**********n. She had the teenagers pair off in a big circle at the outdoor meeting area, and they then explored the previously undiscovered territory of the female genitals very seriously by sight and by touch—and sometimes even by smell, Rachel noticed with an indulgent little smile—between the splayed thighs of their partners. It was not just a learning exercise but also something of a special icebreaker as well, so she never scolded if the curious girls grew giggly. When anyone happened to get too off-task, all it took was a few gentle words of reminder, and then an apologetic girl would slither back down beneath her classmate’s belly, and with a hopeful expression stick in a fingertip or two beneath Rachel’s approving gaze.

Rachel went around to each group to introduce techniques for digital manipulation, insertion, and eventually even stimulation by vibrator. First, sitting on a sun-warmed log so that she could pull back her khaki skirt to expose herself, she would demonstrate the selected method on her own hairy flesh before modeling it on one of the other girls’ pudenda. She smiled as she showed the disbelieving girls how easy it was for her to stick not just one but two or even three fingers at a time right down to the last knuckle in the open hole of some lubricating young virgin. Whenever any of the girls was having trouble, Rachel could always show her the way to rub that would get her juices really flowing.

She tried to become not just an authority figure but a friend as well, and whenever they had a question, the girls soon felt free to ask her simply to lie down and open up her thighs so that they could experiment upon her more experienced body. Their openness was flattering and endearing, and it made her proud to see what progress the girls made daily. By the end of the training, Rachel had made sure that each girl had climaxed using every different method, for she checked them all off carefully in a little book. Now and then she suspected that a few of the girls pretended to have trouble so that they would have to try a particular technique again, but the tolerant Rachel never objected—she merely gave a quiet smile, watching patiently as the sly thing m*********d herself to orgasm beneath her instructor’s approving gaze. Rachel gave everyone candy and other little prizes at the end, and those whose efforts she found particularly praiseworthy were allowed a lick or two of her own smelly vulva, whose fierce hairiness impressed the girls so…

In another dream Rachel was the love-slave of a lost tribe of grunting cave-men who, spurning their own slope-browed hairy mates for this miraculous slender white creature, used her compulsively all day long. These squat primitives stood scarcely five feet tall, but they were powerfully muscled, and though their p*****s were somewhat short, the blunt organs always plumped up ferociously thick at the sight of her. At first the cave-men liked humping her from the rear as if she was an animal, but, smiling seductively, she taught them missionary-style as well. There was something pleasantly reassuring to her pride about being just crushed by those striving male beasts, and it also thrilled her that she could reach up her naughty red-nailed fingers and bring the astounded savages almost immediately to orgasm with her sly plucking upon their hairy male n*****s.

A different dream had Rachel working in an upscale health club, yanking incoming male massage clients swiftly and impersonally to orgasm so that no unwanted erections might embarrass the professional massage therapists. Very prim and proper in her white lab coat and her latex gloves, she whacked off the various men into a single glass beaker. By the end of the day the splooge jar sitting prominently on her desk would swim with stringy goop, and the smirking girl could not help but notice as the afternoon wore on how this ever-increasing liquid evidence of her masturbatory prowess seemed to excite her clients profoundly—why, sometimes it took a second orgasm before the men were ready for their massage.

Rachel in yet another dream was a swinging housewife taking c**k after c**k on the living room floor as her husband played with his half-erect little organ and, with rather forced joviality, egged the group on. Penetrated repeatedly and pumped absolutely full of jism, the flushed and sweaty girl would peek up from beneath heavy lids at the indulgent man who gave his beloved to the caresses of strangers merely for the jaded wench’s enjoyment. Of course, when all their guests had satisfied themselves and at last had dressed again and left, only Rachel knew the utter depths of the delight of her final treat—before being allowed to enter her desirable body, the poor long-suffering husband would have to bury his reddened face in the sopping black thatch beneath her fluttering belly and slobber her overflowing p***y clean.

On and on ran the fevered longings of the inventive graduate student’s sleeping mind. Once her wicked professor had broken through at least the first layer of her embarrassed denial, the poor girl was freed somehow in a way she never had been before. Now, alone and untouched by another’s hand, safe and snug within her own skull, she wallowed in previously unnamable desires. The visions of her untrammeled unconscious blossomed like the hothouse flowers of a Victorian opium-eater’s syrupy imaginings, clicking through her neurons like flickering images in a zoetrope—

She was a bright-lipsticked back-alley prostitute specializing in quick and nasty c*m-gurgling blowjobs— She was a quality-assurance engineer paid to lie spread-legged and hairy on the assembly line as she tested vibrators on herself at an adult-toy factory— She was a concubine in the harem of a decadent Turkish emperor who enjoyed his girls’ coy Sapphic self-indulgences almost as much he enjoyed using the wenches himself— She was the star of an amateur porno website who let a different fan make love to her live on camera each week— She was a circus performer who had to f**k herself to a climax every time she dropped one of the big fat dildos she was juggling before the crowd— Through an endless night of imagined debaucheries the girl whimpered prettily in her sleep, rolling fitfully in sweaty sheets with her hand pressed tight between her grinding thighs.

When Rachel finally woke at last, slowly and lazily, she felt warm and comfortable, wondrously fulfilled after a sleep more sound and satisfying than she could ever remember having had. For a moment before her heavy eyelids blinked open, she could not quite recall why she should feel this way…

Then suddenly it all came back to her: the way Dr. McEvers and her fellow members of his graduate class in “Advanced Topics in the Psychology of Human Sexuality” had spirited her away from the classroom to some candlelit dungeon, stripped her smooth white body bare, and molested her with relentless inventiveness. Leaving her no modesty, no shame, even no will of her own, they had experimented upon her flesh for the sheer joy of discovery. Was she still the captive of those perverted fiends? Her dark eyes snapped open in sudden panic—

But no, she was alone, lying naked in her own bed. Clutching the sheet to her chest, she sat up and looked around to be sure, but indeed no one else was there. Rachel let out her breath, and as her grip loosened, the sheet slid down about her waist, baring the jiggling little handfuls of her pierced breasts. Oh, how Professor McEvers and her fellow classmates had molested those wildly sensitive things last night!

She bit her lip. Her mouth tasted stale and bitter, and the corner of her lips felt faintly crusty—the residue of a dozen swallowed ejaculations, she realized, flushing red. She looked down at herself in awe, and as her eyes tracked slowly across her pale nudity she could see the dried tracks of semen crisscrossing her ivory flesh. How strange it was to think that the very sight of her body and the feel of her supple, bound flesh had made those brutish, rampant males respond so…

And in her helplessly dilated nostrils tingled a warm, salty scent that wafted up from between her moist thighs—the evocative smell of a relentless gangbang that left her poor p***y plump-lipped and sticky even now, hours later. She gazed down at those oozing, slippery labia in silent wonderment. Though she was indeed on the Pill, she had never before let a boy ejaculate inside of her without a condom, never! She had always just considered it so dirty, and dangerous, too. And yet now…well, how oddly natural it had seemed last night to be ridden bareback like an animal, just flesh to intimate flesh, feeling wet and juicy and somehow profoundly womanly deep inside as her body satisfied some straining male beast in the way that it was truly meant to do. Oh, how they had used her for their own wicked gratification!