by D. L. Savage
I was hoping to tell Mrs Chalmers about my new discovery at some point, too, but right now didn’t seem to be the time.
“Okay girls, now this is how you successfully deepthroat a cock. First of all place the dildo in your mouth, as normal.”
We all placed the dildos in our mouths.
“And now, what I want you to do is slide it right to the back of your mouth, so it’s just about touching your tonsils …”
We did this and immediately a few of the girls began to gag and heave.
“Careful now,” Mrs Chalmers said. “Not too hard. Just gently, that’s it. And now, what I want you to do is swallow, okay, and at the same time push the dildo back past your tonsils. Do you think you can do that girls?”
I swallowed and pushed the dildo back at the same time, and sure enough, it slid right the way into my throat! It felt so strange, but not unpleasant, and it made me think about circus sword swallowers.
“And now, you should find that you can slide your dildo right the way in and out of your throat like that. That’s right! You’re all getting it excellently! Now see how deep you can take those dildo’s girls and I’ll be back in a moment with another little surprise for you!”
As she left the classroom, we all began fucking our throats with the big pink dildos, and as I worked mine in and out of my mouth, I found with surprise and delight that I could take it right the way down to the plastic balls of the base! I closed my eyes and slid the dildo in and out of my mouth and throat like that, feeling myself melt away into a state of tingling happiness, which, I realised, was building up from my pussy. Once again, I felt like I might be able to come, just from fucking my face. But before I could find out, the door swung open and I opened my eyes and there, once again, was Josh!
We all pulled the slobbery wet dildos out of our mouths and tried to compose ourselves, blushing a little and straightening our hair and sitting up proudly in our seats.
“Now, Josh has kindly volunteered to come back again today to be our demonstration cock. Isn’t that nice of him?”
We all nodded eagerly.
“So who would like to have a go at deepthroating Josh’s cock?” Mrs Chalmers asked.
This time, I felt my hand shoot up immediately and I almost sprang out of my seat.
“Very good, Suzanne,” Mrs Chalmers said. “Come down to the front.”
With a fluttering tummy, I got up out of my seat and wandered down to the front of the class, feeling thirty pairs of eyes on me. I didn’t dare look Josh in the face, in case I blushed. I felt very shy and dumbstruck all of a sudden, and I wondered if he liked my slim body and my pert little tits and my boring old outfit - a small vest top, short plaid skirt and woolen knee socks. I twiddled one of my pigtails shyly, as Mrs Chalmers instructed Josh to get undressed, but this time to remain standing.
He did as he was told and once again, his cock popped out of his shorts, already completely hard and swollen and delicious looking. He leant back on the desk while Mrs Chalmers turned to me.
“Right, Suzanne,” she said. “What I want you to do is to start sucking Josh’s cock using the methods you learnt on Monday, and then, when you feel ready, I want you to deepthroat him, okay?”
I nodded.
“In your own time, then,” she said, smiling kindly at me.
I gulped and walked towards him, trying not to think about the whole classroom staring at me as I fell to my knees in front of Josh’s big, lovely cock. Gingerly I wrapped my fingers around the shaft and cupped his balls with the other hand, and his cock felt so much smoother and warmer and silkier than my dildo. Up close I could see that there was a bead of clear fluid leaking out of the end of his pearly pink head and I closed my eyes in anticipation as I guided him slowly towards my mouth.
As his cock touched my tongue, I felt a deep, delicious pang of pleasure sweep through me. I felt so utterly horny, and I quickly began to guzzle his cock, no longer caring about the lesson or the class watching on, just wanting to suck and suck on this beautiful fleshy pole until it squirted more delicious cum onto my tongue. And with each suck of his shaft, I felt another wave of pleasure rising up from my tingling pussy. I knew that if I carried on this way, I’d come before long.
“Suzanne, Suzanne!” Mrs Chalmers interrupted, pulling me away. “You’re not listening to what I was saying!”
I pulled my mouth off his cock with a final wet pop and opened my eyes, realizing that the whole class was laughing at me.
“You were lost in your own world there, my dear,” she said kindly. “Now it’s certainly delicious and fun to suck a cock, but you’re also here to learn, so if you don’t mind, it’s time to try deepthroating it, okay? Before poor old Josh here busts a nut!”
“Sorry, Mrs Chalmers,” I said, a little embarrassed.
I turned back to his cock and brought it once again to my mouth. Only this time, I slid it all the way in, as she’d instructed, until I felt the tip of his head touch lightly against my tonsils. I gagged a little, then quickly swallowed and moved my head forwards and sure enough, his cock slid right the way down my throat!
“Now, Josh,” Mrs Chalmers said. “Why don’t you be a dear and fuck her throat for us?”
At this, Josh reached down and held my head gently in place. Then he began to do as instructed, pumping himself in and out of my throat. As the tears began to stream down my face, I closed my eyes, focussing on the tingling feelings that were radiating out from my throbbing pussy. His stokes became harder and more urgent and just as I felt his hands grip my head even more tightly and his legs stiffen and tense, I felt my own orgasm crash round my body too. I came with a muffled whimper, feeling my pussy squirting and contracting, as Josh began to pump his hot spunk right down the back of my throat.
Once he’d finished and pulled out, I looked down between my legs and sure enough, there was a small clear pool of my own squirt shining on the floor beneath me.
“My, my, my!” Mrs Chalmers said, nodding down at me, impressed. “Did you just come too, my dear?”
“Yes!” I said proudly.
“Well,” she said. “I think your scholarship was well deserved after all!”
Chapter Four: The Oral Exam
As the weeks went on, Sukie and I became the best of friends, whispering together at night in our shared dorm room, even taking showers together in the communal shower blocks and gossiping about our classmates and the boys we’d caught glimpses of at the Masturbation Academy, across campus.
It was fun to have someone to share my first semester at Oral Academy with, and soon we’d both learnt all sorts of new skills: How To Make a Guy Hard, How To Take Two Cocks Into Your Mouth at Once, How To Suck on Balls, and What To Do With an Especially Large or Small Cock.
Before we knew it, the end of our first semester was in sight and all our talk and focus had shifted to the upcoming Oral Exam.
There’d been a lot of rumours flying around the campus about what exactly this might entail, but none of them even came close to what happened that final Friday of term …
*
“Okay girls,” Mrs Chalmers said as we lined up outside the exam hall. “Now there’s no need to be nervous. Just remember what I’ve taught you and you all should do fine. Okay, best of luck and I’ll see you on the other side!”
And with that she held open the door and smiled at us kindly as we filed into the large echoey exam hall.
We all looked around us, a little baffled. Inside the hall were a series of black wooden boxes, set out in rows, each just about big enough to contain an adult man, and numbered from one to thirty.
There was a serious-looking guy with a clipboard standing at the front of the room and he began calling out our surnames and assigning us each to one of large black wooden boxes.
“Mills?” he called.
“That’s me!” I said, stepping nervously forward.
He looked down at his clipboard.
“Number twenty nine,” he said. “Second last box on th
e back row there,” and he pointed to a large black wooden box in the very corner of the hall.
I walked over to it, still a little puzzled. Three of its four sides were simply plain black painted wood, but then I saw that on the fourth side there was a large oval hole cut into the middle of the wood and, laid on the floor in front of the box, there was a small padded mat to kneel on.
Oh, okay, I thought, finally twigging what was about to happen next.
“Okay ladies,” the guy with the clipboard shouted, once we’d all been assigned to our places. “Inside each of these boxes is a random male. Could be an old guy, could be a young guy. Could be hot, could be ugly …”
At this a few of the girls gasped.
“… And in order to pass this exam and proceed to semester two, you must suck your guy off, to completion, before the timer runs out. You have fifteen minutes to complete your task. Go!”
I stared at the dark oval hole in my box, and sure enough I saw movement inside. I knelt down on my mat, just as a smallish, completely flaccid cock and balls poked through the hole.
I looked quickly around me, a few of the other girls were already sucking away on big hard cocks, groaning and moaning a little to themselves in pleasure.
I looked again at my cock. It was okay, I guessed. The pubic hair was neat and trimmed, the balls were shaven and pretty symmetrical, and it was circumcised, and a perfectly normal pinky purple colour. I guessed it was probably another eager volunteer from the Masturbation Academy - perhaps Tony, the shy guy with glasses that I often caught staring at me in the lunch hall, or Danny, the cocksure jock who was always strutting around campus. Either way, it was just a little too floppy and small for my liking, and out of all the lessons we’d had, the one I’d had the most trouble getting the hang of was How To Make a Guy Hard.
Just my luck! I thought as I leant forward, trying desperately to remember all the tricks I’d learnt.
I gripped the soft fleshy shaft with one hand and cupped the balls with the other, then brought my mouth towards the purple head, enveloping it between my lips.
I sucked up and down on it eagerly, but it just stayed floppy in my mouth and I felt a jab of nerves in my chest, worried that I might never make it hard …
I opened my eyes and looked around me again. There was Amanda already deepthroating hers, and over on the other side of me, Sukie was gobbling hungrily on a huge shiny black cock, tugging at it madly as she swirled her eager tongue around its tip.
I turned back to mine, determined to at least get this guy hard before the timer ran out!
I took it again in my hand and this time I kissed the tip very gently, really smacking my lips against it and flicking my tongue out, tickling that sensitive patch beneath the head that we’d all been taught about. At this, I heard the guy inside my box groan, very quietly, and I quickly sucked his cock into my mouth in response, swirling my tongue around his head, letting out my own involuntary groan of delight as I felt him swell a little more in my mouth.
It was working! He was getting hard!
“Ten minutes go to, ladies!” the examiner called from the front of the hall, and I tried not to panic as I gently began to stroke the shaft and cup the balls, all the while sucking his swelling cock, feeling it pulse its first delicious drops of precum onto my tongue with delight.
As I increased my speed, I heard Sukie’s muffled squeal as the guy in her box grunted deeply, obviously pulsing his seed into her eager mouth. Sure enough, a few seconds later I heard her get up and skip happily out of the gym.
And as I continued to suck my cock at a steady pace, trying my hardest to cup the balls and focus on that sensitive patch of skin beneath my guy’s cock head, I heard various other girls beginning to finish up, as their guys all began cumming. I heard the gym door swinging open and closed five or six more times, and then the examiner announcing, “Five minutes remaining!”
At this a new flutter of nerves ran through me and I knew I had to try something else.
I cast my mind back to that deepthroat class. That was it! It had to be! Each guy was different, and liked different things, and my guy, I figured must like his cock deepthroated. So I closed my eyes, and took his cock right the way into the back of my throat, swallowing and feeling him slip past my tonsils, and sure enough he began to urgently fuck my throat, his balls slapping against my chin.
As he pumped away, the examiner called out again, “Three minutes remaining!”
Hurry up! I thought.
I felt a soft tingling sensation in my pussy, but this wasn’t the time to focus on my own pleasure. My heart was beating and I knew I needed to get my guy off, quick. But how?
“Two minutes remaining!”
At that, I pulled my head back, the cock sliding out of my throat, and I gagged little, feeling the hot tears sliding down my cheeks as I looking at the now pretty-large cock in front of me, slicked and dripping with my own saliva.
It actually looked pretty hot now, once it was fully hard, and I felt another warm tingle in my pussy. I’d put on my lucky thong for this exam, and I prayed that it would start to work its magic soon as I began frantically jacking the big glistening cock in front of me.
“One minute remaining!”
I looked in panic round the hall. With surprise, I realised I was the only oneremaining. All the other girls had got their guys off now and it looked like it was just going to be me failing my first semester.
And at that moment, I looked at the pulsing hard cock jutting out of the hole in front of me and thought Fuck it, at least enjoy yourself Suzanne!
So with a sigh, I leant forwards again, taking the cock into my mouth, but this time sucking on it not for the guy’s pleasure but my own, focussing on doing it exactly how I wanted, enjoying the delicious way the big purple head slipped back and forth between my lips. Again I felt the tingles spreading upwards from my swollen dripping pussy, and I closed my eyes and groaned, just focussing now on my own orgasm as it built inside me.
I began stroking his shaft, back and forth, faster and faster, as I held his head tightly in my mouth, and soon I was cumming hard, feeling my pussy contracting, my fluids squirting onto the hard floor of the exam hall, my whimpering sounds muffled by the pulsing hot cock in my mouth.
“Ten seconds to go!” the examiner called, just as I heard my guy begin to grunt, and then, before I knew it, my mouth was filled with his hot salty spunk.
I swallowed it back as much as I could, but it seemed to keep on pulsing out of his cock and I felt it slide out past my lips and drip over my chin, spattering onto the floor of the hall, mixing with my own cum juices.
With delight, I sucked the last few drops from his softening cock and stood up, turning to face the examiner with a cheeky, spunky smile, just before he hit the stop button on his stopwatch.
“Well done, Mills!” he said, impressed. “I’ll be seeing you next year after all!”
I glanced down and realised that his own erection was bulging prominently beneath his slacks.
As I pushed my way out into the corridor, dizzy with excitement, Sukie came running up to me, her pigtails bouncing.
“So?” she asked. “How did you do?”
“I made it!” I said and she squealed and jumped up and down with joy.
“That’s great, Suzanne!” she cried and before I knew what was happening, she’d pressed her mouth against mine, her eager tongue pushing into my mouth.
I felt my nipples stiffen as her little breasts pressed against mine, and I tasted the cum of that big black cock still strong in her mouth.
“Wow,” I said, once we’d finished kissing. “That was unexpected!”
At this she gave me a wink. “I’ve been dying to do that for ages,” she said.
“I can’t wait to find out what happens in semester two!” I gasped.
“Just you wait,” Sukie grinned. “Just you wait …”
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16
Candy Palace
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bsp; “Are you sure I’m not a little underdressed?” I asked. “I mean, this skirt is so short, it’s practically a belt!”
I wasn’t even exaggerating. As I turned to view myself from the side in the floor length mirror, sure enough, the skirt rested halfway up my ass, totally showing off the pert curves of my bare buttocks, and then a little way further down, the tops of my stockings. My belly was also totally exposed, and my small breasts were held snugly in place by nothing more than a skimpy spandex vest top that Kelly had insisted I wear.
I felt another pang of embarrassment, as I noticed the prominent bumps of my nipples pressing through the shiny, stretchy fabric. I’d never felt soexposed, and I tried in vain to tug the ends of my long dark hair downwards to cover my nips.
“Oh come on, Bobbie,” Kelly laughed, clearly enjoying my discomfort. “This was your idea after all, remember!”
I sighed – I guess she kinda had a point. After all, it was my idea to go to Candy Palace, the city’s most exclusive LGBT club, the one that was supposed to be a total blast, but even so, why the hell did we have to dress like a pair of street hookers to get in?
You see, this part of the plan was all Kelly’s idea, not mine. I was usually much more conservative in what I wore. I mean, I didn’t even own a thong. The uncomfortable little scrap of fabric that was currently flossing my butt was Kelly’s too, plucked from her large collection of skimpy, slutty garments, and I wondered if the only reason she was making me dress up like this was to get some kind of revenge, after all the many nights I’d teased her about her crazy dress sense during our college life together.
At the same time, I knew she probably had a point – it was true that Candy Palace was notoriously difficult to get into, and if we didn’t look the part, we’d have no chance of setting foot inside. And on top of that, tonight was practically our last chance to have a little fun before college ended for good – and so we were both determined to have one last night to remember.
