Message-ID: <51903asstr$1126336203@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <news@lani.pathlink.com> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com X-Original-Path: extra.newsguy.com!newsp.newsguy.com!enews4 From: Vivian Darkbloom <vdkblm-OBLITERATE-SPAM!@yahoo.com> X-Original-Message-ID: <dft8nk02s4h@enews4.newsguy.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7Bit User-Agent: KNode/0.9.0 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Fri, 09 Sep 2005 17:17:49 -0700 Subject: {ASSM} Therapy (fmff oral anal) Lines: 767 Date: Sat, 10 Sep 2005 03:10:03 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2005/51903> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: hoisingr, dennyw To more fully enjoy this story in living, breathing HTML, please visit our website at: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/VivianDarkbloom/www/ -------------------------------------------------------- Therapy by Vivian Darkbloom Ms. Camphor led me down the drab middle-school hallway to her office. As I followed behind her, unwillingly feeling myself coaxed by the undulation of her large, but well-proportioned buttocks, the scent that emerged from the swish of her thin, almost see-through cotton print dress of lavender soap with sweet traces of her personal aroma factored in. My eyes narrowed in irritation at having been summoned from my English class by one of her little square green slips, and I scuffed my rubber sneakers along the waxed brown floor, making a suitably annoying screeching sound with every step I took. Nonetheless, she smiled with her usual unruffled composure, casually waving at one of the other counselors, who curiously watched as Ms. Camphor unlocked the door. I blinked as my senses were plunged into the alternate reality of her office. The first shock was the change in surroundings. From a harsh and hard institutionally boring turd-brown hallway, coated with sickening shades that only a half-braindead school administrator would think of choosing to torture any surface with, into a soft and subtly shaded room, carpeted and tapestried, minimally and tastefully adorned. Kokopelli peered out at me from the wall, as did Jerry Garcia and Mohandes Gandhi, along with a dozen other faces I barely recognized. There was a gigantic poster of someone hang-gliding over a breathtaking mountainscape. The second surprise was that I had company. Three girls sat around a partial circle, with two open spaces, presumably for me and Ms. Camphor. Tracy, Sahara, and Kailani who I knew from various of my classes. All were smiling welcomingly, yet shyly, as I entered, and none spoke. Ms. Camphor, also still smiling, with therapeutically sympathetic kindness, sat, and invited me with her eyes to join them. Although she was older, and time graced her black hair with brush-strokes of grey, she was still quite attractive, I thought. In fact, she had been the object of several, um, romantic fantasies earlier that week. My heart pounded. What kind of trouble am I in now? I wondered. It was kinda weird, being in a room with all those girls and stuff, `cause I'm not even sure girls are from the same planet sometimes, they're so weird. "Now, that we're all here, would anyone like to start?" offered Ms. Camphor. All were too timid. "Ok, how about if I break the ice. Orion," she faced me, looking into my eyes. "These girls have each come to me individually to complain that they can't concentrate on their classes while you're around, so I thought it might be good for us all to get together and see if we can resolve some of the underlying psychological issues, in order to co-create a helpful and supportive academic environment." I rolled my eyes. Oh brother, not more of this touchy-feely counseling bullshit. "Would any of you like to start?" asked Ms. Camphor. Momentary silence, then Tracy, Miss Prim and Proper straight-A Priss, raised her hand. "Might as well get it out of the way." Her long curly brown hair was done up in a pair of braids, and her dozens of freckles momentarily faded as she blushed. "My fantasy was that you were, um, you know. Inside of me, from behind, and like, the story I shared with you guys before. . ." Redhaired Sahara finished for her: "She imagined that I was underneath, licking her clitoris while she had an, um, orgasm." I turned to look at Sahara the beautiful (each girl in the room was smashingly beautiful, in fact). Like Tracy, she was also pale-skinned and freckle-faced, only her long hair was fiery red with golden-blonde highlights. All natural, too. How many times I had thought about, um, being with her. I shifted uneasily in the plastic school-chair, not wanting to reveal the hard-on that was beginning to form. The more I tried not to think about it, the worse it became. I resisted the tormenting urge to reach down and reposition it more comfortably. Unnoticing, Ms. Camphor turned to Kailani. "Are you ready to share?" Kailani, the thin blonde, smiled shyly. Of the three younger girls, she was the only one wearing a dress, a light pastel colored spring thing. "Um sure. I had a couple of different fantasies. Like, pretending I was a man and screwing your butt with a dildo." My hard-on progressed further, and I blushed with shame, thinking that the girls might notice it. I shifted in my seat, trying unsuccessfully to make it more comfortable. Maybe I could pretend I had to go to the bathroom? But then I would have to stand up, and it would stick out, and they would see it for sure. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Tracy's erect nipples poking out through her blue cross-striped shirt. Ms. Camphor exhaled, "Alright, then. I have been studying up on this phenomenon, and I came across a group of researchers who devised an experimental technique for dealing with the situation. I've been authorized by the administration to give it a try. I'll need you to agree to co-operate with me as best you can, and if at any time you feel that you feel as though something is inappropriate or makes you uncomfortable, please let me know. Agreed?" We gave the overwhelming response which we, as middle-school students, were proudly the most talented at giving, basically dumbfounded silent stupor. Fortunately, Ms. Camphor was experienced enough not to press the issue, and apparently took our enthusiasm as an answer in the affirmative, for in any event she kept right on rolling: "For the next part of the process, I'd like us to all close our eyes." With a flood of relief, I observed that all had their eyes closed, then surreptitiously leaned forward and elbowed my tormented member into a better position. Only Kailani hadn't had her eyes entirely closed, and she opened them again and winked at me, and then closed them again. "I'd like you to imagine a bright golden light, entering the top of your head, and pouring down into every part of your body. Your shoulders, your upper arms, your breasts, your forearms and hands, down to your belly, your reproductive organs, your thighs and down your legs. Now imagine the light being drawn into the center of the earth, and feel yourself sinking into a state of perfect relaxation." She continued to prattle on in this sort of manner, with all this weirdo touchy-feely trash. About the last thing I felt was perfectly relaxed, and the harder I tried, the more agitated I found myself becoming, until finally she said, "And now open your eyes." As I did, I thought I noticed Tracy and Sahara staring at my crotch, which had subsided but a little. "Next," continued Ms. Camphor, as she got up from her chair, and twisted the doorknob lock until it clicked, "I've been studying cases that most resemble this one and there are some techniques that I'd like to try." She returned to her seat. "First of all, I need to have each one of you swear to the confidentiality of everything that goes on in this room." She went around and had each one of us swear to it. "All right," she said. "The basis of the technique is that the way to regain the ability to concentrate on academic subjects is not to avoid the object of fascination, but rather to confront it directly, and see that it has no power. So often when we face these things, we discover that they have no power at all. So, does anyone have a suggestion as to how we should begin?" Tracy raised her hand. Ms. Camphor nodded. "Maybe if we could actually see his, um, private parts, since that would be the object of fascination?" "Excellent," replied Ms. Camphor. "Only we need to apply the reciprocal principle. You will need to show him your genitals as well. But we need to take it carefully, and be sure that each one of you has equal access." She turned to me. Fortunately, my hard-on had subsided by now, so I was feeling less self-conscious. "How about it? Are you willing to participate in the process?" I shrugged reluctantly. "I guess. Whatever will help them be able to study better." "All right then, let's each one of us turn around, so we're facing away from the circle. We'll take off all of our clothes, then when I give the signal, we'll all turn back around at once, so we can confront the reality of having physical bodies. Ok? Everyone turn around." I turned, and followed her instructions, slipping off my trousers and underpants and shirt, silently thanking the stars that my hard-on had finally subsided. Then I stood, as I heard the snap and rustle of elastic and cloth behind me, felt the unexpectedly sexual feeling triggered by the brush of Tracy's dress against my buttocks as she tossed it on the floor. "Oops. Sorry!" she muttered. Finally, the commotion quieted. "Everyone ready?" asked Ms. Camphor. There was a chorus of `yes,' and she continued "Ok, on three. One, two, three. . .." And we all turned. I was facing three naked girls, and a naked counselor. With fascination, my eyes devoured the sights never-before seen, the soft fluffy silken pubescent hairs delicately encircling the fleshy folds, each forming a diaphanous wisp of texture to tantalizingly accentuate the hidden mystery at the point of the downward-facing triangle. The young breasts with nipples standing at attention all around me, in a variety of shapes and sizes, all equally beautiful. And Ms. Camphor's older body with more textures and wrinkles, intricate and more opaque tangles of hair around her vagina, with breasts slightly more weighted, but still attractively springy. I noticed the girls all staring not only at my penis, but also at each other's genitalia. Fortunately my little guy was behaving itself and hanging listlessly, but there was an embarrassing little drop of fluid at the tip, almost -- but not quite -- enough to separate and splatter on the floor. "All right, everybody turn around again and put your clothes back on." I complied with the orders given, the images of the naked girls flitting unforgettably across my mind's eye. Soon we were all sitting down again facing each other. "Now who would like to go first, in sharing the feelings that we experienced in that exercise. Tracy?" "Sure, I'll go," she said. I confess I heard little of the conversation that ensued, as my mind drifted off into other places. Kailani's eyes met mine, a little wider and wilder twinkling. Finally, we had gone around the circle and everyone had shared, and Ms. Camphor was looking satisfied with the results, as the bell rang. "We'll meet again tomorrow," she said. "I've arranged an excused absence for everyone this period. You must promise not to speak to each other of these events outside of this room!" And before she allowed us to leave, she made us all vow to remain silent. I found myself surrounded by the three girls as we surged towards the exit, and when the door spring proved stronger than Kailani's tug, she halted abruptly causing Tracy's breasts to collide into my back as my crotch connected solidly with Kailani's soft butt. She looked around, knowingly, then pulled harder on the door (causing her butt to once more bump into me) and we all departed. ____________________________________________________________ During classes the next day, the four of us would exchange smiling winks and glances, but we did keep our promise, and the next afternoon found us all in the circle again, safely out of the harsh institutional environment, in the soft and cozy cloth-shrouded cocoon of Ms. Camphor's therapy space. Today, she had made us all remove our shoes and socks. "To start us off today, I thought I would bring out an object for us to discuss." Ms. Camphor went over to the filing cabinet, turned the key in the lock, and pulled the drawer out fully. Reaching past the rows of file folders, she drew out an unusual item, and closed the drawer, placing the object on the floor in the center of the circle. "What's that?" asked pale redhead Sahara, though she was already guessing. "Can anyone guess?" asked Ms. Camphor. "A strap-on harness, with a double-dildo designed to be suitable for anal penetration," replied Kailani, eyes lit up with her fantasy of going inside my butt. My anus itched, but I dared not to think about it. Which, of course, only made it worse. Ms. Camphor continued: "I also brought some diagrams. Here is a cross-section of the female anatomy, illustrating the location of the G-spot," she passed around copies for each of us. "And a cross-section of the male anatomy, illustrating the stimulation of the prostate gland." Each drawing showed a finger inserted into the appropriate opening, in the correct position to stimulate the respective area of sensitivity. "Alright, I want everybody to close their eyes. Imagine a golden light. . ." As she prattled on, I imagined quite a few things, but that damned golden light wasn't one of them. Images of the soft young bodies I had seen the day before scurried across my inner movie-screen, one by one, then all together, dancing around me. Ms. Camphor's words wove in between the aching lust that I found growing in the center of my pelvis, until finally she said ". . .and now open your eyes." We all blinked and looked at each other. Today, freckle-faced Tracy had her long dark hair loose, and it fell in careless wavy strands around her neck and shoulders. At the center of the circle lay the icon of the event. "Today, I'd like to try an experiential exercise, as we move in the direction of resolving the difficulty in concentrating. For this portion, Orion, we need you to be at the center of the circle." "Uh, Ok." I got up and sat in the center, while Ms. Camphor placed the harness device on my chair. "Now get on your knees," instructed Ms. Camphor. "Is it prayer time?" I asked, belligerently falling to my knees on the rug, faking an evangelical preacher's voice: "So help me Jesus, forgive me in the name of the blood and the holy ghost. . . I feel a healin' comin' on!" "Very funny," said Ms. Camphor, as the girls all giggled. "Now, girls, I want you all to remember, the resolution must be distributed evenly among you. So whoever's mouth he ejaculates into, must kiss each of the others in order to share the male body fluid. Do you want to try a dry run right now, before we begin?" The hair stood up on the back of my neck as she said the word "ejaculated." I had never had an orgasm before. I had learned how to get my dick hard by gently stroking it, particularly the part right behind its little red head, and had seen the drops of fluid oozing out, but I had never had a full-on orgasm, so I didn't even know if I could yet. Dark-haired Tracy started by facing red-headed Sahara, who reciprocated by facing her friend, and they both leaned forward, lips meeting lightly at first, then more deeply as they embraced. Kailani looked at me. "Well, I could kiss you while I'm waiting," she said to me. Ms. Camphor nodded. Kailani kneeled down on the floor in front of me, shuffling up until our knees all met on the floor, and awkwardly put my arms around her, hands behind her head, as her lips approached mine. I had never kissed a girl before! The sensations flew into my brain at a million miles an hour, the entire world cushioned in a blissful glow that descended as our lips and tongues made contact. As I noticed the unevenness of her eyeliner, my mind tried to recreate the moment when she had put it on, perhaps sitting half-naked in the privacy of her room, wondering what had been on her mind while she applied the minute strokes of black pigment as she did each day, perhaps awaiting breakfast whose smells had come wafting up the stairway (if she lived on the second floor, which for some reason I imagined she did). Her tongue felt odd, rough and yet gentle at the same time. Her cheeks tasted of chocolate, soft, slippery and pliant. I could feel her love through the gestures, as her pelvis quivered gently against my thigh, the points of her small breasts pressed into my chest. I lightly touched the surface of her eyelids, the fine silken strands of her beautiful, shoulder-length blonde hair. Together we noticed that the other two girls had finished, so we parted, Kailani jumped up onto Sahara's lap, and they began kissing, and as Kailani ran her fingers through the long strands of Sahara's flaming red hair I could see their breasts touching, kissing at the same time as their mouths were. The clean, bright smell of girl-sweat filled my nostrils. Tracy knelt down, smiling sheepishly, rosy-cheeked. Her firm young face was splashed with dozens of freckles, sharp and detailed with the blush of youth. She followed Kailani's example, and snugged up to me, but before we kissed, we gazed into each other's eyes for a few seconds. She reached up and brushed light fingers across my forehead. I reached forward and kissed her, the second girl I had ever kissed. Her mouth tasted of the minty freshness of toothpaste, as the sweetness of her little gasping moan belied the prudish attitude she generally put on, and we clutched each other passionately as our tongues probed and prodded and pushed. Finally, we parted with smiles, and Kailani dragged Tracy over and began to ravish her, as Sahara drew before me in full glory of her lioness-like strawberry-blonde hair. The golden highlights in her eyebrows herded the dark freckles splayed across her forehead, until the flowed down her nose and across her smiling cheeks, and before I knew it our lips had met in the fullness of my third kiss, the longest so far, as we took turns tantalizing each other with sweet sweeping flicks of lips and tongue. "Excellent," exclaimed Ms. Camphor, clapping once as the girls fell into place kneeling around me. "Orion, do you find that your penis is uncomfortable in the position it's in? Because I notice that you seem bashful about adjusting it. Go ahead if you would like." "Ok," I did, under the girls' curious gazes. "Now, I need you to all participate in loosening his pants." Instantly, six hands were on me, unbuckling, unbuttoning, unzipping, and soon I was down to my underpants. Somehow in the process, each of the girls had curiously pushed or prodded my firmness. Kailani even met my eyes as she ran her finger up and down it, sending tingles up and down my spine. "Underpants too," persisted Ms. Camphor. Tracy obediently reached on either side of me and pulled down the elastic, revealing once more the sight they had all seen yesterday, only this time in the shape of things that come. "Now you'll each take turns kissing his reproductive organs. I'll be taking notes and keeping track with a timer, just to be certain that everyone has an equal chance. Who would like to start. Sahara?" Sahara walked on her knees over in front of me, and bent over, smiling, and when I felt a warm moistness closing around my tip it was a bit of a shock. When I heard the word kiss, I assumed she would just give it a little peck. It was as if the great puppetmaster had yanked on a string inside of me, I began thrusting and grunting with pleasure to see my dirty old pee-hole inside the red lips of such a beautiful red-maned face, knowing I could let go of my nasty stuff inside her mouth at any time, with the other two girls watching. I held her head gently with both hands, the strange fragrant strawlike texture of her beautiful curls caressing between my fingers as we undulated together. After awhile, Kailani leaned forward and kissed Sahara on the ear, on the cheek, and then Sahara let my unbelievably stiff organ out of her mouth, in order to kiss Kailani. I loved watching the two of them turn each other on, especially as Kailani slyly reached out to caress Sahara's breast with one hand, even as she wrapped her index finger around the base of my shaft. After a while, Kailani took over where Sahara had been, now taking my tip into her blonde headed chocolate-tasting mouth. But Sahara didn't leave -- she began exploring with her tongue in other places. Down the shaft, tracing the underside of my balls. Finally, Kailani relented and let me slide from between her lips. She turned and motioned to Tracy, who took my nasty stiff organ of urination into her hands, covered with the saliva of two other girls, and slowly began to immerse me in the delicate sparkling clean warmth of her oral cavity. I could feel the mintiness! Seeing my stiff organ ready to explode my naughty jelly inside the mouth of this beautiful innocent prude gave me shudders, as I bucked and thrusted, feeling her tongue on the hole, probing my tip searching for the sweet drops that were dripping out. From the corner of my eye, I saw Kailani pick up the strap-on, and Ms. Camphor nodded. Kailani was wearing a dress today, and she lifted it up, deftly removing her panties and sliding them over her ankles. Ms. Camphor produced a bottle of lubricant, and as Kailani worked out how to fasten the silly thing to herself, Ms. Camphor opened the bottle and began massaging between the crack of my buns. Sahara continued to probe with her tongue, up and down the shaft, as she caressed underneath my balls. Soon I felt a sensation similar to taking a shit, only in the inverse, as the smooth tip of the dildo forced its way into my anal cavity. Its stiffness echoed the stiffness of myself in Tracy's sweet innocent mouth, and I glanced behind me to see Kailani lost in a blissful moaning trance, eyes half-closed and mouth wide open as she released her inner being to the erotic forbiddeness of it all. The radiating neural electricity from front and back rose and fell in waves, rising higher each time until Kailani, behind me, jerked and convulsed all out of control, like she had been jolted by an electric shock or something, and the sparks of energy flew through my anal sphinctre, touching a forbidden dirty place deep inside of me. I felt a strange pulsing, stronger than I ever had before, and propelled by the nasty ass-fucking, I felt my body shooting spurts of hot filthy juice into Tracy's crystal-pure clean mouth, felt her tongue welcoming each spicy drop as it squirted, like a hand over the side of a boat as it glided along the ocean. Wow, I couldn't believe it! My first orgasm, right into her mouth. She obediently released my dripping spear from her mouth, to kiss the anxiously waiting Sahara, and I could see Sahara eagerly sucking up the slimy snotlike substance that had just come out of my pee-hole, from between Tracy's lips. Then, as Tracy walked on her knees around behind me to kiss Kailani (now leaning back lazily), Sahara resumed where Tracy had left off, carefully licking up all of the disgusting fluid dripping from my still-hard penis, and smacking her lips with satisfaction, as I heard Kailani slurping my phlegm from between Tracy's lips. Man, was I exhausted! All I could do was collapse on the carpet, my heart pounding, and soon I found myself joined by the other warm bodies, and felt hands gently caressing my still-hard organ. I looked up and saw Ms. Camphor glancing at the stopwatch, pen spiraling frenetically as she scribbled. She looked over her glasses at us as she efficiently snapped the book shut. "Excellent progress," she commented. "In five minutes or so, I'd like you to all take out a sheet of paper and write some notes on your observations of this event. Maybe a page and a half or so." Collectively we rolled our eyes, but sure enough, the rush of the pounding heartbeats gradually subsided, as did the stiffness between my legs, and soon we were all sitting there with pen and paper in hand, writing in the most academically scholarly manner. At the end, Ms. Camphor collected the sheets, and we discussed the next meeting. "Could we do it after school instead tomorrow?" asked Tracy. "I have a test sixth period." "How is that for everybody?" asked Ms. Camphor. Everyone nodded. "Ok, let's meet right after school." The bell was ringing, so with our collective student instinct we packed up our bags and got up to leave. "I'd like everyone to bring a journal to write in tomorrow," Ms. Camphor called after us. "Ok," I heard a voice say. Sahara was in front this time, so there were no collisions, unfortunately. ____________________________________________________________ As I was getting ready to get on my bike to ride home from school, I saw Tracy in the parkinglot. I rode over to her. "That was pretty cool," I said. She laughed, embarrassed. "You know," I continued, "I've never had an orgasm before. I guess that's what that was, wasn't it?" She laughed again. "I'd say so," she replied. "I've never had one either." "Well maybe I can help you get one," I said. "Ok. See you tomorrow!" She turned her head so that her long dark hair fell in front of her eyes, as she walked away. ____________________________________________________________ Leave it to Tracy, I thought as the four of us filed into Ms. Camphor's office the next day. I mean, I liked ejaculating into her mouth (or however you call it) but she was such a goody-two shoes. Just because she had a test today, the rest of us couldn't skip sixth period like we had the last two days. I was hoping the next day we could go back to the previous idea of skipping class -- that is, if we kept on meeting. I wasn't sure how long the therapy was supposed to go on. We had been stuck outside the locked door of the office, standing in the hallway, and there was an awkward silence, punctuated only occasionally by bits of conversation between Tracy and Sahara, talking about stuff only girls seem to know about. Shucks, I was barely certain that girls were even human! So anyway, the door finally had opened, and these two like, really knockout girls walked out, leaving Ms. Camphor to hold the door open so we could file in. When we were all seated, she walked around, distributing the papers we had handed in the day before, only now all covered with red marks. "A few grammatical problems I noticed," she said. "Can anyone tell me the difference between the word `their,' a possessive, and `they're,' the contraction?" Like I cared about any of that rot. But Tracy's arm flew up, disturbing the long black curly locks, and she babbled some obscure English-grammar stuff I couldn't understand, and Ms. Camphor seemed satisfied. Finally, we were all sitting in a circle, and Ms. Camphor started off on her "I'd like you to close your eyes and imagine a golden light. . ." spiel. I simultaneously rolled and closed my eyes (a particular talent of mine) and endured the hypnotic prattling once more. Actually, I kinda had to admit it wasn't so bad, and finally she said ". . .and on the count of three, open your eyes. One, two, three." Blinking, I looked around me at the three smashingly lovely teenage girls around me, and our delightfully humored elder guide. "So, then. How did everybody feel about yesterday's session? Are we having an easier time concentrating on schoolwork?" Awkward silence. Finally, the blonde-haired Kailani raised her slender hand. "I'm having a little easier time concentrating, but I think we need to do more work still." Ms. Camphor surveyed the room. "Is that about how everybody feels?" All nodded, slightly, agreeing but not wanting to let on that one agreed with an adult. Tracy raised her hand. "How much more work will we have to complete, in order to, well you know. Recover our ability to concentrate." "Good question," replied Ms. Camphor. "It's difficult to predict exactly, but we still need to get through the coital sessions before you'll see any real results. We need to have him ejaculate inside each one of your vaginal orifices at least once before we can call it quits. Sometimes the anal orifice will suffice, but we may as well play it safe." "Ok," replied Tracy. Ms. Camphor turned to me. "All right, Orion, it's time to kneel on the floor again. This time, I'll permit you to undo your own trousers. I stepped forward, and knelt on the carpet, hesitating at first. I had never taken my clothes off in front of a girl before, let alone three of the most ravishing beauties in our entire school! But academia awaited my sacrifice, and I knew that if these poor girls were ever to succeed in their classes, I had to brace myself for the worst. So, I loosened my pants and yanked them down, though somehow they got all snarled around my knees, so I rolled over on my back to get them off of me, and they wound up flying across the room. This set the girls to giggling again. Finally I got back on my knees, dressed only in my underpants and shirt. My penis protruded embarrassingly, uncontrollably stiff, and all my efforts at concentration to call it off only made it harder. The tip of it even stuck out a little above the elastic! Eventually I gave in, and just pulled them down around my knees. Here Ms. Camphor chimed in, stopwatch and notebook in hand. "Tracy, since his ejaculation was into your mouth yesterday, we'll have you sit out today. But you can man the strap-on, if you like." Tracy nodded sycophantically, ever wanting to please. What a little suck-up primrose. She started obediently taking off her jeans, and examining the straps on the dildo, working out how to slip it around her. "Kailani, Sahara, would you like to kiss his reproductive organs?" Both in unison fell from their chairs, attacking my poor hardened pee-hose. I actually had forgotten to go pee before we started, and the nagging needfulness of my urinary tract only added to the stimulation, making me even stiffer. Man, would this hard-on ever end? Kailani and Sahara eagerly embraced their appointed task, and I soon found myself with blonde-haired and red-haired heads bobbing in front of me. They took turns, first one on the tip and the other on the shaft, then switching places. I placed my hands on a soft shoulder or beautiful head-top as available, in order to steady myself. I felt slippery fingers running up and down the crack of my butt. Swiveling my head, I saw that it was Tracy. "I saw Ms. Camphor do this yesterday," she smiled. "So I think I can figure out how it works." Her face was flush from the stimulation of the half of the dildo that was already inside of her. When she had spread enough of the lubricant liquid up and down my crack (she would stop to wiggle her fingertip in my shit-hole on the way) she slid my end of the dildo up from between my legs, until it was against the hole. Then she began to push rhythmically. I could tell from the corner of my eye, that the thrusting motion was having an effect on her, as her eyes glazed over and her head skewed slightly in surrender to the erotic sensations. What a rush, seeing a girl who was so ordinarily prim and self-controlled, lost in dirty thoughts, with her private personal special secret hole connected to my ass, even! As she pushed harder, her tip penetrated me further and further, until our connection was as solid as the hard-on in front of me. Which would it be? Sahara or Kailani? Who would get the icky snot in their mouth today? I almost felt like I was going to pee inside one of their mouths, but I remember a book I read back in "Human Growth" education saying it was impossible, and I sure knew it was impossible to pee at all when my wee-wee was all stiff. Kailani, the blonde, lovingly swallowed me into her mouth, and her upper teeth rode along that killer spot, between the tip and the shaft on the top, until I felt like I couldn't even take it any more. She looked up at me with her enormous eyes, a steel-grey color with golden sparkles twinkling inside. Then with a little slurping noise, she let go and Sahara took over. Now my aching readiness was engulfed in a mane of red, and her long strawberry curls lightly caressed the front of my thighs, adding to the tantalizing sensation of stimulation. She smiled while she sucked on me (I didn't even know that was possible!) and gazed into my soul with her freckle-faced forehead and forever-blue eyes, the color of skies receding into infinite clouds. Then Kailani. . . Then Sahara. . . Then Kailani. . . Then Sahara. . . Tracy in the meantime moaning more urgently behind me, then without warning she torqued wildly, giving an involuntary yelp as she shivered and thrust uncontrollably. At that point, I had just exited Sahara's mouth, and was about to enter Kailani's, but the pulsing trigger solidly inside my behind set off a jerking repeated gush of snotlike drops from my pee-hole. The first few landed on Kailani's nose and left cheek, until she thought quickly enough to wrap her lips around me and suck up the rest of the yucky mucous spurting out of me. When I felt her upper teeth on that killer spot, I found myself bucking and thrusting even harder, almost to where I was afraid I was going to hurt her or something. Never mind, she was Ok. As Tracy, behind me, collapsed forward onto my back, still hard in my ass, with her tits poking into my shoulderblades, Kailani still had me in her mouth, as Sahara leaned over to carefully lick my milky white snot from Kailani's smooth pale cheeks and nose. Then Sahara smacked her lips, smiling, and Kailani let me slide from her lips into Sahara's, while Sahara explored my now-oversensitive tip for further drops that might have been missed, and Kailani thoughtfully walked around behind me on her knees to kiss Tracy. Turning my head, I watched Tracy suck and slurp my oozing slime from Kailani's mouth between her flushed red lips, like succulent strings spaghetti, and then she kissed Kailani in earnest, with newfound passion triggered by her first orgasm. The two girls who knew what it felt like to have an orgasm with their vaginas connected to my ass, were kissing with the comraderie of shared secrets. I couldn't comprehend what it was that the girls found so inviting about the gross icky gooey stuff that came out of the place I take a whiz from. I mean jeez, I know Ms. Camphor had told them they had to share it, but it seemed like they really took a liking to it. Whatever. It sure was fun to shoot it into their mouths, at least so far. Ms. Camphor clicked the stopwatch, and lay down her pen. "Did you all bring journals like I asked you to?" I rolled my eyes. "Um, no, I forgot," I said, while simultaneously the rest of the girls said something else. The best time to say something is while everybody else is talking, so that way you can't get corrected for saying the wrong thing. Unfortunately, Ms. Camphor had sharp ears, or at any rate sorted out the stories with the adeptness earned by hard years of experience. The lowdown was that I was the only one who had forgotten. "Well, today you can share with Tracy," said Ms. Camphor. "Is that all right with you?" she asked Tracy, who shrugged. So, still naked I waited while the other girls wrote, today nestled in a one of the several plush love-seats that sat against the wall of Ms. Camphor's room, next to the also-still-naked Tracy, who engraved slowly in unbelievably tidy curly cursive letters. We leaned against each other, her hair straggling down my shoulders, my hand in her lap, as I watched in hypnotic fascination while she detailed the entire story of the day's events from her perspective. ____________________________________________________________ For more stories, visit our site on asstr-mirror.org http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/VivianDarkbloom/www/ -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com>| | FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderators: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |ASSM Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> | |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+