Chapter 9
The following evening, Brad Hudson heard another knock on his door. Upon opening it, he found another young girl. This time he did not display the naiveté that she had come about schoolwork. He invited her in and asked if the madame had sent her. The girl said yes. Like Lynn Parker, she wore a sprinkling of fetish attire: high heels and net opera hose that exposed the cunt and were secured at the waist by a wide leather belt. And, like the previous visitor, she had brought a strap-on, artificial penis. There was one difference, however. The latest model was obviously longer and thicker.
For the second night in a row, Hudson was the victim of the same ritual. He sucked the cock and was then brutalized anally with it. His pain and anguish were increased in ratio to the larger dimensions of the plastic phallus. Again he was required to masturbate and lick his own semen off the offending device. On Thursday night, he was prepared for the knock at the door. Only a dressing robe covered his nakedness and he no longer took care to hide the erection that had sprung up in anticipation. When he opened the door, there was not one but two young girl students. Again it was strap-on plastic cocks, but of gigantic proportions. Double pleasure and double pain: he sucked on one dildo and was reamed by the other. The girls switched back and forth, too. He was forced to endure everything twice over.
When he was finally alone after three consecutive nights of rectal rape, he examined his sorely used asshole and discovered that the elastic ring of flesh and the sphincter muscle had been stretched to a point where his thumb slid in with nary a squeeze or protest. Try as he did, he could not guess the madame's motives. If, under other circumstances, he had found himself in the grips of a dominant male homosexual, he might have been able to understand the steady preparation of his ass. But the madame had nothing to gain--or so he thought.
On Friday night, no one knocked at his door. Instead, the phone rang. It was Elaine Duke. If Hudson wanted to see the madame, he would have to pay her, Miss Duke, another visit--that very night.
He was at the girls' dorm and Miss Duke's door at the appointed hour. From behind the door, she peered out in response to his knock. When he entered and she closed it behind him, he saw that she was already naked. He also saw, to his relief, that she was not wearing a strap-on penis. At least that particular form of humiliation was over for the time being. However, although Miss Duke posed no visible threat, she was hardly cordial.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" she snapped. "Get naked! I haven't got all night."
He was unprepared for the abruptness but nonetheless pulled off his clothes hurriedly. He waited, hesitant but willing and already aroused.
"Did you miss me, Hudson?" He nodded. "What did you miss most about me?"
He said what he thought would please her most. "I missed your ass... I mean, your asshole."
"You did, did you? Tell me what you missed about it?"
"I, well... I missed how good it felt when I kissed it. I missed how tight it was around my tongue. I missed the taste and the smell of it."
"And you just can't wait to start licking it again, can you? You want to bury your head in my ass right now, don't you?"
"Yes. Yes, I do."
"Then what are you standing there for, you dumb shit! Do it!"
Hudson had expected her to order him into a position or to assume some posture herself that would make her ass available. Yet she didn't move. She simply stood in the same position a few feet from him, hands oh hips, legs spread slightly, and glowered at him. When he realized she wasn't going to move, he quickly got behind her and dropped to his knees. Not only did she remain still, she didn't bend over or spread her legs further.
Frustrated, he had to assume an awkward, half-kneeling position with his head and neck tilted up. Since her buttocks were large and weighty, he could lick the crevice of her ass but could barely get at her asshole with his tongue. He licked and jabbed away but was getting nowhere. He was thinking, and rightfully so, that she was making it too difficult. The crazy thing was that he had come to the point where he actually wanted her damn, dirty hole--and now she wouldn't give it to him. Finally, he took the liberty of imploring, "Bend over! Spread your legs! Anything!"
"Why didn't you say so?" she said disdainfully. With that, she got down on her hands and knees in front of him.
Hudson went forward on his elbows. Now it was all right; not perfect, but good enough. Her cheeks were spread and the puckered hole was clearly accessible. He nuzzled his face in the crevice and began licking. Ah, that was more like it--the surface of his tongue rasping on the crinkled structure. His eyes were closed and he had just started to push his tongue into the anal opening. She crawled forward half a foot without warning.
He almost fell on his face but caught himself. He was willing to attribute her move to a shift in position--and he was wrong. She looked back over her shoulder and yelled at him, "Come on, you shit! You either keep up or get out. . . and you know what that means! When I move, you move. But the tongue stays in the asshole!"
At once he bent his head and started licking only to have her crawl forward on knees and elbows and again made lingual contact with her ass. Then she started crawling forward steadily but slowly. It forced him to match her pace and all the while attempting to penetrate the hole which he suspected she was keeping purposely clamped. He had barely gauged the movement when she stopped abruptly His head bumped her padded cheeks and his nose, rather than his tongue, pushed the anus. He had hardly recovered when she crawled again. The next time she stopped, she farted, causing him to miss a breath and lose contact momentarily. It was maddening!
She toured the circumference of the small sitting area before the fireplace. It was a fitful journey for Hudson, littered as it was with starts and stops, breakaway dashes, false starts and false stops, and an occasional long-distance sprint. Nevertheless, at the finish, he had acquitted himself moderately well. She had stayed still long enough to enable him to provide her with an anal orgasm.
"I'd say one good turn deserves another,"
Miss Duke chuckled after the game of follow-the-asshole. "That felt good. Now we'll do something that will make you feel good."
Hudson perked up at the words. Since she had reached her desired kind of climax, her reference could only mean that she was going to find a way to get his load off. He half hoped that she would help him into a position to suck his own cock again. On the other hand, perhaps she had devised something new that would be even more exciting. He waited anxiously.
She read the look on his face, inferred its meaning, and laughed maliciously. "Did you think I meant getting you to come? Don't be more of an ignorant shit than you already are. What I meant was that I'm going to let you eat my cunt. You know I don't get that much of a bang out of. So for you, it'll be a real treat. It will, won't it?"
"Oh, yes! Yes, a great treat. Thank you!"
She stared at him with a frown. "On second thought, it would leave me hung up. Unless, of course, I could do something while you were eating me that would make up for it." Her lips curled back lewdly. "I know! I've got it! I'll piss on you while you're licking my cunt. Doesn't that sound wonderful!?"
Hudson blanched. He had heard everything. "I ...I... can't..."
The mock enthusiasm went out of Miss Duke's voice. "You not only can but you will. You just sit there and think about it while I go get a water pill."
She returned fingering herself and smiling sadistically. She also held a folded towel which she placed on the floor. "I wouldn't want to get my rug wet. So I have a little advice for you. The more piss you can drink, the less will be left to soak through the towel and possibly to the rug. I guarantee you I can piss enough to make quite a puddle. That towel is no real protection. You're the only person that can save the rug. I suggest you get ready for a long drink. Because if the rug gets wet, I'll tell the madame that you failed her. Is that understood?"
Trembling, he nodded. He got on the floor on his back, placed his head on the square of toweling, toweling that looked paper thin to him.
Miss Duke placed her feet by his shoulders and squatted directly above his head. She lowered her ass until her cunt brushed Hudson's face. "Lick it!" she demanded. He began by tonguing her uncertainly. He had no knowledge of that sort of thing. Was her bladder in some way connected with her sexual response? If he ate her strongly and vigorously, would he delay her pissing? Or the other way around? He realized he had no way of knowing how the filthy deed happened. Coin cid en tally, as he lay licking the thick lips and heavy folds of her cunt and anticipating the foul discharge, his erection shrank. His balls tightened and crinkled and his cock fell flabbily on his belly. It was the first time that had ever happened in a sexual situation.
His tongue was slurping deep in her cunt and her vaginal lips covered his own. He had been at it for at least ten minutes, he figured. As each second ticked, his dread became more imperative. Then he heard her breath quicken and saw her thighs tense. It was coming--coming!
The first spurt hit his face and splattered between his eyes! The dirty bitch had done it on purpose, his mind screamed as he struggled to clamp his mouth over the hot stream! She had twitched her cunt just as she let go. Frantically, Hudson gulped. He neither tasted nor smelled. The idea was no longer nauseous to him. It came down to a matter of survival. Drink, drink, don't spill any! It was all he could think of as he swallowed and lapped. Yet he could feel his mouth overflowing and the hot, thin liquid ran over his chin and cheeks and down his neck. He gulped more furiously.
Suddenly, as abruptly as it had started, the stream of piss was cut off. Miss Duke laughed wildly. She raised herself up off his head. When her cunt was six inches away, she let loose a spurt at him. He opened his mouth as wide as possible to catch it. Some he caught, some splashed in his face. She spurted at him again. This time he was waiting--he got all but a few drops. Then she raised herself another inch and spurted. His mouth went after the vile fluid with his lips working like a goldfish. She raised herself even higher. Ten inches. A foot. Higher. Spurt, spurt, spurt!
No matter how he thrashed his head, he continually missed. Finally, Miss Duke simply emptied her bladder and sent a last, stinging stream of piss over his face and neck. When she began to dribble, she lowered her cunt to his lips once again for him to suck up the last drops.
The sight of the soaked towel and the splattered rug nearly made Hudson cry. Tears welled up in his eyes and he turned bitterly to Miss Duke. "It wasn't my fault! You moved!"
"Of course I moved, piss face," she laughed. "That's the way the game is played. The madame would stand a yard away and expect you to get every last drop. You weren't good enough, that's all."
"It isn't fair!" Hudson blurted.
"Shut up! Who the hell do you think you are? Who needs you?"
He balked at the stinging words. The answer to her last question was obvious--no one needed him. He was the one who had the overwhelming need. He bit his tongue. He was still on his knees while protesting. Miss Duke was standing above him. He reached out impulsively and grabbed one of her legs. He clung to her, his face upward and pleading. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry I argued! Please give me another chance. I beg you, one more chance!"
She pushed him away from her leg in a gesture of contempt. "One more chance!" she crowed. "You sniveling asshole! All right, I'll give you one more chance. But only one. Take it or leave it."
"You'll clean up that mess on my rug first. There are sponges and cleaner under the bathroom sink. The girls are just returning from the movies. I'm going to check on them. When I return, you better have that rug looking like it just came out of the cleaners."
Hudson scrubbed diligently in her absence, and the rug was stainless and almost rubbed dry by the time she returned. He was giving the carpet a final pat with a dry cloth when he heard the door close and turned around. To his horror, Miss Duke had brought a girl in with her. Naked and on all fours, he was paralyzed with embarrassment.
"You know Jan Carlton," Miss Duke said as if they were meeting in the hallway outside of class. The tall, full-bodied redhead simply nodded and smiled. Hudson neither spoke nor moved. He watched the two females come to the center of the room. Miss Duke had put on a robe when she left. She took it off, revealing her nakedness again, and then nodded to Jan. The girl, who was similarly dressed, shrugged off her robe and kicked off her slippers.
Hudson's cock began to stir. The contrast in bodies was spectacular. Miss Duke paled beside the green-eyed redhead. Her body was white and smooth and her long legs swept up to a beautiful vee where her cunt nestled amid auburn curls; her tits were firm and ample and possessed cherry red nipples of a startling size. Hudson could understand why such a gorgeous girl would be under the spell of the madame. But it was sheer coercion for them to play dirty little games with Miss Duke. Yet he understood how and why it happened. The woman had just pissed in his face and down his throat and he had begged to stay with her for more. Was Jan going to piss on him? He hoped so; surely she was more stimulating. His cock was once again hard just from looking at her.
Miss Duke slid her arm around the girl and fondled her ass. The girl responded by doing the same to Miss Duke. "Jan is very anal," the teacher said. "In many ways, she's more anal than I am. She loves to give as well as receive. Jan, tell him what I promised you tonight."
The girl smiled dreamily. "I'm going to lick Miss Duke's asshole . . . and she's going to let me stay all night and sleep with my face in it."
"Now tell him why I'm giving you this reward."
"Because I'm going to shit in your mouth," she said, looking directly at Hudson. "Miss Duke says you'd love to eat some shit tonight. I think that's really wild. I'm so glad I held on. There's another girl, Bessie Dunbar, and she's a shit-eating bird from way back ... I mean, she even eats her own. . . she has since she was a kid. Well, sometimes on weekends I save a little for her. But then Miss Duke came by and asked me. It's my lucky night, I guess . . . and yours, too, Mr. Hudson."
He wondered how thin or wide was the line between perversion and insanity. If Jan was perverted, then he was insane. Or was she insane and he perverted? He didn't know if there was an answer. He looked from the girl to Miss Duke. She was staring at him with cold, meaningful eyes. He understood the threat--and the promise. His last chance. He looked back at the girl and managed to get out the words, "Yes, Jan, I'd like very much for you to shit in my mouth."
Shortly, he once again found himself lying on his back, staring up at the bottom of a squatting female. It was a different view, though. Jan's bright, rosy anus was aimed directly at his mouth. Miss Duke had gotten down and adjusted the distance; she wanted him to see it coming out before he actually ate it. She's trying to trap me, he thought.. . she's betting that the sight of it will scare me and I'll turn my head. Partially, his determination to foil Miss Duke's so-called ploy lessened his aversion to the crap he was about to receive.
Above him, he heard the girl's bowels growl. She grunted, then said, "It's in there, I can feel it. It's a good hard one, too .... and they're the best kind." She continued to grunt..
Hudson was sweating as he watched the asshole clench and unclench while she strained to push out the foul substance. A moment later the puckered anus parted and stayed open. Then he saw it coming. A blackish knob poked bluntly out of the asshole. It came further and further, like a miniature chocolate prick coming backwards out of a tight cunt. Suddenly, the spell of his fascination was broken by the-realization that he wasn't just under there to watch it--he had to eat it!!
He shoved his head up and let the hot turd come in his mouth. He bit and chewed and gobbled--gulping frantically--as it came plummeting out. He gnashed his mouth against her asshole and desperately devoured the vile discharge as near to the source as he could get.
And all the time, Jan Carlton, who could feel his lips and mouth snapping and slurping at her ass, was shivering with sublime ecstasy. She strained and grunted harder than ever. She wanted him to have absolutely every drop and chunk of it--he seemed to love it so!
For his part, Hudson had to wonder where it was all coming from. Shortly, though, the question was moot. She was through with the filthy deed. His tongue cleaned what smeared and spilled shit he could. When she finally pulled away from him, his face looked like he'd been hit with a blackberry pie. He knew it wasn't fruit he'd eaten, however. Yet, at the moment, that didn't matter. What mattered was that he had done it.
Miss Duke allowed him to wash cursorily, then ordered him out. He had stumbled halfway across the cold, dark lawn when the full impact of his degradation hit him. He became violently ill. He retched and puked so long and hard that he was half frozen by the time he reached his room. There was only one comfort to the sickening affair--that he would soon see the madame.