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A Proper Young Man’s Guide to Anal Etiquette – Chapter 11
By: Lord Odie
The Obligatory Disclaimer
The following is a work of pure sexual fiction and is intended for adult audiences ONLY. If you are under the age of 18, please stop reading NOW and go tell your parent and/or guardian that you need stricter internet supervision. Any physical resemblance to a real person that any fictional character herein may bear is probably intentional and is meant as a compliment. Furthermore, all fictional characters in the following fantasy are consenting adults over the age of 18. They are also BDSM professionals and good at what they do. So please, don’t try anything that you’re about to read at home, if such things were even physically possible. If you still insist on trying things at home, please send all pictures and feedback to me about the experience. If I can’t stop you, I can at least make sure you’re doing it right. Consider yourself disclaimed.
11. Office (And Orifice) Hours
Over the next several weeks, Matt and Ingrid spent more and more of their time between and after classes together. Jessi often joined them when she had free time, and the two young women had developed a bit of a friendship outside of Matt and Ingrid’s budding unofficial “courtship”. Their frequent meetings at the local coffee shops had become mostly just Matt, Ingrid, and Jessi. In fact, it wasn’t uncommon for Jessi and Ingrid to meet up separately when Matt was otherwise occupied with class or draining his balls into a random cute co-ed he’d met.
On the other hand, Kyle was usually too busy finding cunts and throats who were more than willing to let him bury his cock into. Kyle just wasn’t interested in spending non-class or non-study time with anything that didn’t involve fucking or gaming. Certainly not with boring shit like talking about current events, religion, or politics! Afterall, with the 5 to 1, female to male disparity between the sexes, finding willing women to dump your load into was really a non-issue!
And Matt knew that fact too! There were times that he wondered what he saw in Ingrid. Sure, she was quite beautiful, very intelligent, fun to be with, she could carry on a great conversation, and Jessi had confirmed that she had an amazing body underneath her conservative and overly concealing dress. In fact, Jessi’s own description had been, “It’s a fucking work of art, Matt! I could get lost in those tits all night long!” Ingrid didn’t even mind at all that Matt was fucking Jessi and multiple other young women the whole time. In fact, she actively encouraged it! Ingrid was fond of saying that Saint Simon Benson taught that it was unhealthy for men to hold in their seed. He also taught that it was the proper role of women to consume that seed. When pressed how that worked in a religion where extra-marital sex, non-vaginal sex, and really anything other than the missionary position were all considered mortal sins, Ingrid always responded with a cagey, “Well… there are always… loopholes…” without elaborating further. Despite both Matt and Jessi pressing the issue from time to time, she refused to disclose any further details saying that such discussions were, “Inappropriate for proper Bensonite girls to have with non-believers.” But Matt knew she got really close to spilling the beans a time or two. So, maybe she wasn’t as much of a ‘proper Bensonite girl’ as she led on to…
With all that being said, Matt knew there was something special about the busty Bensonite girl! He wasn’t entirely sure what that was yet though. But he was pretty sure that he wanted an actual real relationship… Whatever that meant in today’s day and age! There were all sorts of modern relationships, some more open than others.
Certainly, the definition of ‘monogamy’ had undergone a lot of changes in the last several generations. For example, nobody had considered girl on girl sex as cheating for almost half a century! In fact, if a woman – married or otherwise – didn’t fuck the other women in her life – be they friends, neighbors, sisters, mothers, coworkers, etc. – it was considered weird to the point that it was unheard of! Similarly, no one expected married or committed men to only fuck their wives or partners! That was a completely unrealistic expectation with the 5 to 1 sexual disparity and the greatly enhanced sex drives that came along with the anti-aging therapies! However, whether married or committed women felt it appropriate to not fuck other men was still a matter of personal preference. A lot of men didn’t give a fuck if their partners hoovered cock as enthusiastically as they pounded cunts and throats. Some men even liked to watch their partners get dicked down with they got blown. Conversely, there were other men who wanted their cock to be the only one their partners choaked on. It was really down to personal taste and what the couple in the marriage or relationship decided ‘monogamy’ meant to them.
Matt wasn’t sure what kind of relationship he wanted mecidiyeköy escort with Ingrid yet. But he knew he wanted… something.
* * *
“It looks like her door is closed,” Ingrid commented as they approached Professor McNally’s office.
“It shouldn’t be,” Matt said, checking his phone. “Her office hours started 10 minutes ago.”
“Well, it is. At least mostly,” the cute Bensonite girl stated matter-of-factly as they reached it. She was about to knock and call out but stopped herself. Instead, she pushed on the door softly. The unlocked door slid open slightly and soundlessly. Ingrid put her finger to her lips to quiet Matt and pushed the door open a little more.
Inside, they could see Professor McNally was half on the floor and half on a low bench in just her garter belt, stockings and high heels. One of her business suits that she normally liked to wear was neatly folded over a chair against the far wall. Her body was supported by her feet on the floor, and the back of her shoulders on the bench. Her arms were underneath her holding the base of a 7.15″ wide, heavily textured dildo while her hips pumped up and down, forcing the thick tool deep into her colon. They could see its outline against Professor McNally’s stomach as it made its way through her body.
A man they didn’t recognize was kneeling on the other side of the bench and vigorously fucking her throat as her head hung backwards. “Come on, baby! Work your throat muscles! I’m going to be late for work if you don’t get me off!” he gasped as he kneaded her succulent G cup knocker and pulled at her hard, fleshy nipples roughly.
“Must be her boyfriend,” Ingrid commented quietly.
“Yup,” Matt agreed just as quietly. “We should probably close the door and let them finish up.”
“Yeah, we probably should,” Ingrid replied. “It’s not really proper to spy on people making love with them knowing it.”
“No, it’s not,” he answered.
Neither made a move to actually close the door, and both continued watching the ongoing action inside the professor’s office.
After a minute or so, it looked like the man was close to the conclusion by how hard and fast he was raping Professor McNally’s throat. Matt estimated that the busty educator had already cum at least three times since he and Ingrid had begun watching them. He had to shift uncomfortably as his normally semi-erect dick was threatening to go to full mast. But suddenly, an office door opened three doors down and startled them both.
“Frick!” Ingrid said almost too loudly, and quickly closed the office door as softly as she could. They both tried to breathe as normally as they could, as if nothing was wrong or out of place, and they were where they were supposed to be. Certainly not that they had been spying on their busty professor get throat fucked while she rode on a thick anal dildo!
“Thank you, Professor Anderson,” came a familiar voice half a second before Jessi exited into the hallway. “Your help is greatly appreciated. As always,” she added before starting to walk towards them.
“Anytime!” came a reply from within the room.
Matt looked his friend up and down. She wore her volleyball uniform, which was normal for this time of day as practice started in an hour. Her uniform was pretty standard for the sport. It consisted of a pair of black skin-tight short shorts that filled the space between her ass cheeks just enough to hide the short and stubby workout plug filling her rectum. The thick plug itself was contoured to her ass cheeks, and it almost looked like she wasn’t plugged at all. (But that would just be absurd!) Her top was in the school’s blue and black color scheme. It was basically a sports bra that was two sizes too small and even smallish breasts like Jessi’s 30Cs were spilling out the top and bottom of the garment. Some of the young brunette’s teammates were considerably more chestie, and had to use garment tape to keep from having a wardrobe malfunction during a match. Such malfunctions were actually fairly common and resulted in a penalty on the offending team. Other than her miniscule top and bottom, all she wore otherwise were socks and sneakers.
Jessie’s hair was a mess, her light makeup was smudged, and skin was very flushed and glistening with perspiration. In other words, she looked like she’d just been cumming recently, and quite hard at that. She was also walking a little slower than normal.
“Heya, Jessi!” Ingrid said first.
“Oh, hi, Ingrid! Matt!” Jessi said, noticing them at last. “I was just… Just meeting with Professor Anderson about his assignment,” she added quickly.
“You mean, ‘meating’ with him?” Matt replied with a smile.
“Maybe…” Jessi said, blush even more than she already was.
Ingrid elbowed him in the ribs gently. “Be nice, Matt. You’d probably do the same to your co-eds if you were a college professor.”
“Yeah. Probably,” Matt agreed. “We still on for studying tonight, Jessi?” he asked quickly.
“Yup! I should beşiktaş escort be at your place by 4:00 or so,” she agreed. “I have to get to practice though. See you guys around!” she added and continued walking. “Save some cum for me! I’m going to be hungry!” she added just as she rounded the corner out of sight.
Matt was about to make a sinde remark in response, but the lithe brunette was already gone. So, he just looked at Ingris and shrugged his shoulders and commented, “She usually is quite hungry after practice.”
“I imagine that running up and down a court while being plugged can be a bit… exhilarating. I’m sure she’ll be very horny… Oh, and hungry too,” Ingrid commented. “I wonder what Jessi and Professor Anderson were doing in there just now,” she mused.
“I’ll ask her this evening when we’re not out in public text you tonight,” Matt promised.
“Do that! I’m really curious!” Ingrid said.
“Jealous?” Matt asked.
Ingrid bit her lip slightly. “Maybe a little. You know that I may not be allowed to have sex before marriage, but I am allowed to masturbate freely. I’ve told you that before,” she scolded him.
“I know. I know. It’s just hard to imagine sometimes,” Matt replied. He looked Ingrid up and down for the umpteenth time, imagining her screaming out in orgasm with thick dildos buried in her holes, her huge tits bouncing up and down. His dick was getting even harder at the thought, as per usual.
“You’re having impure thoughts again, aren’t you Matt?” Ingrid asked rhetorically. She repositioned her stance so that her hands were on her hips, and her substantial chest was pushed out even more than usual.
“Well, yeah…” Matt replied, not being able to keep his eyes from drifting down.
Ingris was about to poke fun at him when their conversation was interrupted as Professor McNally’s door opened up and the unknown man exited. “See you tonight, babe! I’ll have dinner ready when you get home,” she said as the man left.
“Oh! Hi, guys. Didn’t see you there. Have a nice day,” he said as he passed Matt and Ingrid quickly. He was obviously already late for wherever he had to be.
“Ingrid, and… Matt, right. Come on in,” Professor McNally said from inside her office. “I was just finishing up a late lunch with my boyfriend. I hope we didn’t keep you waiting too long,” she said from behind her large desk.
Matt looked the older woman up and down as they entered her office. She was once again professionally dressed. Her makeup and hair were both back in place. Only a thin layer of sweat and a slight glow to her skin gave away that she had just been engaged in hot sex. She was sipping tea out of a glass as they entered.
“I’ve been meaning to ask you come by my office, Ingrid,” the professor said. “From your student records, I see you practice Bensonism. Such a fascinating religion! I wanted to interview you a little bit about it for a research paper I’ve been writing in my free time.”
“Of course, Professor McNally,” Ingrid replied, moving to take one of the empty chairs in front of the buxom redheaded professor’s desk. “We also have a few questions about this morning’s lecture,” Ingrid continued. She had to blink when she noticed a cloudy white substance floating on the top of her tea. Her boyfriend had obviously flavored her drink before he left. How sweet of him!
“There were just a few points we were confused about in chapter 19,” Matt added, taking a seat next to Ingrid. They both pulled their tablets out, brought up the textbook’ app, and swiped to the chapter’s title page. Chapter 19 was titled, ‘Submission and Masochism: Feminism’s Next Wave’. As usual, below the title page was a looping image of the same three models. The busty redhead and the Hispanic women were both naked. They each sat on a Reeducator fucking machine with their hands tied behind their backs, their ankles tied to their thighs, with their knees spread wide apart by the Reeducator’s padded seat. Each had a thick, rough looking dildo rampaging through their raw looking sphincters as their wide open and gaping cunts dripped gooey juices onto the seat below. Each had a large puddle of liquid spreading out before her, obviously several asscums worth of squirt from their unplugged urethras. The Reeducator were ramming their dildos in and out of their bodies hard enough that their ass cheeks were forced off the padded seats with each thrust, only to smack back down when the dildos were ripped back out. The thick outlines of each dildo were clearly defined underneath their toned stomachs. Each model wore evil looking nipple clamps on their tits and ring gags in their wide-open mouths. Drool and snot were dripping down onto each woman’s large udders, which were tightly bound at their bases by what looked like leather cords. Behind them, the black woman wore spiked-heeled leather thigh-high boots, and a heavily boned leather corset that ended just beneath her impressive naked mammaries, leaving her bald cunt and plugged asshole visible, but was otherwise etiler escort naked. She held chains that ran down to the kneeling women’s nipple clamps in one hand, and a riding crop in the other. Both the kneeling women’s bound orbs were crisscrossed with red welts from its recent application. The line of text at the bottom of the image read, “Go ahead and asscum some more, you greedy little cunts! We’re just getting started this evening!”
“Let me get this email fired off first and then… Ask away!” the busty educator said, savoring her tea, pulling up the same chapter on her desktop’s monitor.
* * *
15 minutes later, Matt and Ingrid locked their tablets and placed them back in their bags, preparing to leave. “Thanks, Professor McNally,” Matt said, standing up. “That makes a lot more sense with you explaining it!”
“It does,” Ingrid confirmed. “Who would have thought that my overwhelming need to be dominated and painfully punished for even the slightest infraction stemmed from women’s built in instinctual desire to be owned and protected! And here I just through it was what Saint Benson preached!” she added, standing up to follow Matt out.
“Well, even though I don’t personally practice Bensonism, Simon Benson had some good ideas that were ahead of their time,” the busty professor conceded. “And if I ever were to become religious, Bensonism would be my religion of choice.”
“You could always come to services this Sunday with my family,” Ingrid suggested helpfully, stopping and turning back towards the professor. Spreading The Word to new converts was still a core tenant of any religion. “Our early service is for both Members of The Faithful and general parishioners as well.”
McNally smiled, “Well, I already have plans this weekend, otherwise I might take you up on that. But I did spend some time a few years ago at a Bensonite nunnery as part of a research project I was participating in. I believe it was “Bensonine Abbey of Our Martyred Slut” down south by the state capital,” she added, trying to remember the details correctly.
Ingrid lit up. “I’m very familiar with that nunnery! My sister and I usually spend our summer vacations at Our Martyred Slut. Papa insists that we could use some extra… instruction… And I have a few cousins who were trained there. It’s mostly reserved for young women who need a little extra… teaching… in Saint Benson’s teachings.”
“Indeed! It was quite eye opening. My research partner Rachel and I were supposed to be there as observers for just two months for our project. But with the Head Mistresses’ permission, we were able to join the other initiates. Head Mistress made me her ‘special project’. I ended up staying for almost six months before she deemed me well trained enough in The Word to graduate. To be honest, I almost converted. Rachel ended up doing just that. She’s out east somewhere, married to a nice Bensonite man as his fourth wife, I believe,” she added in wistful remembrance. “My whole body never hurt so much in my entire life, and my poor asshole never did recover. Not that that’s a bad thing, mind you,” she added with a giggle.
“That’s normally what happens when women come back from our nunneries,” Ingrid said with a smile of her own.
“Interesting,” Matt said. He was halfway to the door, and his dick starting to press into the front of his pants. He wasn’t having trouble at all picturing the busty redheaded professor suffering at the hands of a strict religious mistress, nor the even bustier reddish-brown haired young lady he had come in with.
At that point, a young Oriental nursing student entered the room. She was dressed in a normal nursing outfit and looked to be maybe 20 years old. Matt doubted if the young woman even broke 5′ tall, and her curvy buttocks and massive 30J tits looks almost out of place on the woman’s otherwise lithe frame. “Professor McNalley?” she began sheepishly. “You emailed a request for a chastity belt key?” the tiny anime-purple haired nurse asked, holding up a small steel key.
“Ah yes! Thank you!” the redheaded professor said, taking the offered key, before shooing away the tiny nurse and returning her attention to Ingrid. “Anyway… so, I know quite a bit about how Bensonism works,” McNally stated, standing up from her desk and crossing around it. “And how Bensonite women are conditioned to obey any authority without question,” she added, placing her hand on Ingrid’s should and pressing downwards. “When’s your next class? Can you stay for a while? I’d like to conduct that interview for that paper I was talking about earlier.”
“Yes, Professor McNally,” the chestie young woman replied, she hesitated for barely a second before allowing herself to be pushed back into her seat. “And I’m done with classes for the rest of the day,” she added.
“Perfect!” the buxom professor replied, stepping over to a closet door off to the side of the room. She opened it up and a wall-mounted Reeducator hissed on hydraulics and folded itself out from its storage position against the far wall. What looked to be a 7.5″ wide, 22″ long medium-grade torture dildo was still mounted to the fucking machine’s hardpoint. “Ignore the dildo. It’s still mounted from my break this morning,” the professor explained. “I was running late for a meeting and didn’t have time to properly tongue wash it before slipping into the plug washer,” she explained.