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CHAPTER FIVE

"Don't count on it, Gloria," came the stern, cold voice of the headmaster, who, unknown to Gloria, had stepped softly into the room.

He was appraising her ripe young body with his piercing eyes. Glancing at her long blonde tresses, still damp from her shower, he moved forward and stroked her hair between slender fingers. Gloria was repelled. She stepped backward, but he followed. His eyes traveled to her ripe upthrust tits and her lovely crimson nipples.

"My, my, you're a tasty morsel, aren't you, darling. A real nice piece of ass just ready to be fucked. Isn't that so, Gloria?"

"No, that's not true!" she blurted indignantly. "I'm getting the hell out of this madhouse. I'm not going to put up with you people. This place is no academy – it's a terrible torture chamber, and I'm checking out. Now!"

She dashed for the door, but the man stuck out his foot and tripped her, sending her tumbling head over heels. She lay in a puddle of naked flesh, crumpled up in the corner of the room.

The man strolled forward, exuding confidence. Smiling widely, he let out a barely audible laugh, reached down, and picked up a long thin whip from the bedside table. He flexed the whip, bending it between his hands, then held it high over his head as he glowered down at the cringing girl.

"I'll have to give you a few lashes for showing disrespect, Gloria," he said as he brought the lash down across her exposed tits.

The whip raked across her creamy white tits, cutting into her tender nipples, sending an electric-like shock coursing through her tortured body.

"Owwwwww! Owwwwww!" she shrieked. "Don't… don't hit me with that whip! It… it hurts!"

"It's supposed to hurt, Gloria," he spoke in a monotone that betrayed no sympathy for her plight. "That's what whips are for – to sting the flesh of the victim. You, my dear, are the victim."

With that, he snapped the whip through the air again, slashing out at her upthrust tits.

Gloria writhed about as the whip descended and crashed across her tits again, sending a searing, mind-boggling ache pulsing through her nipples. She tried to dodge his whip thrusts, but it was impossible to escape the lash as it rained down on her tortured body.

Finally he threw the whip aside and with a barely perceptible nod, beckoned her to rise.

Gloria shook her head from side to side and wept quietly. She was in shock. This man scared the daylights out of her. She wondered how he could whip her tits so cruelly at one moment, and then appear to be nice a moment later. She was totally confused. Tears streamed down her contorted, anguished face and she hunched up in the corner, hoping that somehow the wall would swallow her up. Hoping that someone would rescue her from this bizarre man.

"I'm growing impatient, Gloria," the man said as he stretched his hand out, offering to assist her in getting up from the floor. "Come on, now. I'd hate to take drastic measures with you. You look lovely, but I haven't finished inspecting you yet."

"I don't want to be… inspected," she replied weakly. "All I want is to get out of here. And for you to leave me alone. I don't want to be beaten any more."

"I won't beat you, Gloria. I just whipped you a little bit to show you that I mean business. You must learn to respect me, girl. My name is Mr. Maxwell. I'm the headmaster of the Academy. What I say goes. Do you understand?"

When she didn't answer at once, he gestured toward the whip, an unspoken threat that he would commence whipping her again if she refused to cooperate.

Gloria grimaced. "All right! Okay! Anything but that! Please!"

She looked him over carefully. Maxwell was big and broad, with a thick muscular frame and arms the size of a weight-lifter's. He was of medium height, but his body was so sinewy and powerful that he looked huge. He was definitely no one to mess around with. And the way he had wielded the whip was demonstration enough that this man was accustomed to brutalizing women. His eyes were luminescent green, almond-shaped, unusually big. His hair was well-groomed, jet-black and fell just below his ears. His nose was large but attractively shaped. His mouth looked cruel and small. On the whole, he was quite attractive and looked like he went to serious lengths to stay in fighting shape.

When Gloria's gaze fell to his lower body, she gasped audibly at the sight of his crotch. His pants had a big bulge in them – the bulge of his huge prick. She realized at once that Maxwell had gotten turned on by whipping her.

Maxwell noticed her shocked look. He acknowledged it with a thin grin which barely showed his straight row of perfect white teeth. Again he offered his hand. This time, she took it. He pulled her up from the floor and smiled again. Then, without warning, he flung her onto the four-poster bed which dominated the room.

Gloria bounced on the mattress and came to rest on her haunches, covering her tits with her palms. She knew that it was a ridiculous gesture – he had already seen her ripe tits – but she didn't know what else to do. Her natural reflexes caused her to attempt to hide her nakedness.

Without speaking, Maxwell crossed the room, opened a drawer, and pulled out four three-foot lengths of rope. He walked to the bed, shoved Gloria over backwards and wrapped one of the ropes around her right wrist. He expertly tied a tight knot in the rope, tossed it around the bedpost and wrapped it around and secured it, again tying a knot. Then he moved to the other side of the bed, gripped her other wrist and began to tie it to the other bedpost.

His actions were methodical, rapid, and obviously well-practiced. This Maxwell character knew exactly what he was doing, Gloria figured.

"You don't have to tic me up, Mr. Maxwell. Honest, I won't try to escape."

Gloria could be a very convincing liar at times, but this time it didn't work. Maxwell saw right through her and told her so.

"I can't stand liars, Gloria. I heard you say you plan to escape the first chance you get. But you're not going to get the chance. Nobody escapes from the Academy. You will leave here – if you are ever allowed to leave – only when I say it is okay. And when you do leave the Academy, you will be sold to someone who will appreciate your abilities – your slavish devotion and your sexual talents."

"Wh-what are you, saying?" she queried in disbelief. "You can't sell me! I'm a free person. I'm not a slave!"

This man was absolutely stark-raving mad! What the hell did he think he was doing, anyway?

"My dear girl," Maxwell said as he bound her ankles to the bottom bedposts. "You will be trained to be a docile, obedient slave. You will learn to please your owner in any manner they may desire. There are plenty of people who require the services of the. Academy. They are willing to pay enormous prices for girls of your beauty and quality. You'll learn everything you need to know to please your master, whomever he may be. I'm sure you'll bring a nice price when you are trained and disciplined."

Gloria couldn't believe it. Things like this simply didn't happen in the twentieth century. She stared at him with wide-open, unbelieving eyes that showed her shock. She was beyond crying.

Maxwell read her thoughts immediately. "Gloria, Gloria, Gloria," he said condescendingly. "I know exactly what you're thinking. 'It's against the law to sell young girls into slavery.' Isn't that what you're thinking at this very moment?"

He tugged at the buttons on his shirt, baring a muscular, hairy chest. Then, he unzipped his trousers and pulled, them down and off.

"Yes, that's exactly what I'm thinking, Mr. Maxwell. What's more, I'm thinking that you're crazy… a madman!"

"Well, I really don't give a shit what you think, Gloria, because right now I'm going to fuck you." When Gloria's eyes opened wide with fright, Maxwell nodded, sighed, shrugged and climbed on the bed. "I'm going to start your training right now by raping your sweet young cunt while you're bound. Many of our clients like to buy girls they can tie up and fuck. Lots of people get off on bondage and domination. Did you know that?"

"No! It's disgusting. It's sick!"

Maxwell shot her a patronizing look, shook his head disgustedly and said, "Little girl you've got a lot, to learn. That's why we're not gonna waste any time with you. I'm gonna start your training right now." He reached forward and parted her pink pussylips with his fingers. "Nice cunt, sweetheart," he said approvingly. "Yeah, you've got a nice tight little cunt – made to order for fucking. Suppose I try out your pussy right now?"

Gloria detested the man. She struggled with her bonds, but he had tied the ropes around her wrists and ankles in such a way that the more she struggled, the tighter the bonds gripped her flesh, cutting into her skin and cutting off the circulation of blood through her limbs.

Maxwell knelt between the frightened girl's creamy thighs, his cock wagging in front of her. He motioned for her to take a look at his prick, which throbbed and bobbed before her eyes.

"Do you like my cock, Gloria? It's a nice big healthy prick. What do you think?"

"I hate it!" she hissed loudly. "It's disgusting. I'd rather have anything in my pussy than your ugly prick!"

"Oh well, I'm really sorry that you don't appreciate my cock, Gloria. You will have to learn to love cocks before we can sell you to a customer."

"I don't like any cocks, you evil bastard!" she spat. "Especially your prick, you sadistic son of a bitch!"

She spun and tugged at her bonds, but the ropes only became tighter than ever, digging into her flesh.

"Well, now. Since you hate him so much, maybe you should restate your feelings about my prick," he said, wagging his thick hardening cock in front of her startled eyes.

Gloria detested Mr. Maxwell, hated the head master with a passion. The thought of him fucking her, no matter how nice his cock was, made her sick.

"Okay, okay. You have a lovely cock, Mr. Maxwell. Is that what you want to hear? Your cock is beautiful!" She pouted and turned her head to one side. Tears were balanced on her lower lids, and one broke loose and tracked down her cheek.

Maxwell had no sympathy for the distraught young girl. Women to him were mere sexual objects to be played with and abused for the erotic pleasure of men. He stroked his hardening prick, jerking the palm of his hand along his cock-shaft, rubbing his prick to an erection.

Gloria watch Maxwell jerk off. Her wide eyes were full of wonder as she watched him stroke his long, hard, blue-veined cock. Blood rushed through the veins on his cock, and his hard-on grew and grew before her very eyes.

Finally, he slid forward on the bed until his cockhead was only inches from her cunt. She tried to jerk away, but pain shot through her wrists and ankles. The ropes which bound her were knotted so tightly that she could move only a few inches in any direction – and even then, it hurt.

Maxwell bent down, placed two incongruously tender kisses on her tits and licked her nipples reverently. Then, without hesitation, he flung his hips forward slightly and his pricktip passed between her pink pussylips, wedging its way into her tight cunt. His cock-knob was bulbous and rock-hard, and he shoved it forward, worming deeper and deeper into her cunt.

Gloria jerked about on the bed, but was severely restrained by her tight, chafing bonds. His prick was sliding into her pussy inch by inch.

Maxwell pumped his hips four times in quick succession, and each time that he threw his hips forward, another inch of his cockshaft penetrated her tight young cunt.

"Damn!" Maxwell exclaimed huskily. "Your cunt is really tight! This is gonna be a real pleasure, Gloria. Yeah, damn! You'll make a client of mine a real fine sex-slave some day – after you've been properly trained, of course."

He chuckled, sighed and reared back, then pummeled forward with terrific force, plowing his turgid cock into her pussy.

"Good God, how I hate you!" Gloria spat. She was furious with the depraved man. He was so cold and calculating and violently vicious. Mr. Maxwell really seemed to enjoy his forcible rape of her young pussy. And he seemed to thrive on the humiliation and degradation involved in raping her cunt.

The man gloated openly, happy that he was brutalizing this helplessly bound young girl. He was proud of his rampant masculinity and his handsome face, and most important, proud of his raging cock which sliced into her pussy, rubbing her cuntwalls and stretching the taut muscles in her constricted pussy. She flexed her cunt-muscles, attempting to close her pussy-channel to thwart the entrance of his thick hard cock, but still it wormed inch by inch into her cunt.

Pounding his prick mechanically into her creaming pussy, he sneered and cursed: "Take that, you dumb little cunt! Take my hard prick into your cunt, bitch! Fuck me! You're a slave in-training, and I'm your master. I'll teach you how to fuck, you little slut! When I'm finish with you, you'll be a fine sex slave! Uhhgghhhh! Yeah! Nice, hot pussy… ripe for fucking my cock! Unngghhh!"

He jammed his prick deep into her cuntal depths, his cockshaft stirring her slippery cunt nectar until her pussy began to steam and boil.

"I hate you! I hate you! You're a sadistic butcher and I can't stand you!"

"I love it, Gloria! Your screams are music to my ears, sweetheart! It excites me and makes me want to hurt you even more!"

Gloria knew that Maxwell was a very dangerous man – a man who had total control of the sordid situation. He was fucking her rapidly, soundly, slamming his prick in with a fluid motion. She dared not rile him, she decided. There was no telling what he might do to her.

Her thoughts drifted back to the room that she had passed with her, Uncle Richard – the room with the door slightly open. She hadn't imagined anything. That girl was being tortured – systematically tortured by one of the Academy's so-called teachers. Her mind flashed on the wicked nipple-clamps that bit into the victim's tender tit-tips, and she shuddered.

She would resign herself to her fate, accept the brutal raping, and hope for the best. There was nothing else that she could do at this point. She was caught in a web of wicked, sinister intrigue. A slave-in-training, Maxwell had called her! What a revolting thought!

"Damnit! Fuck me back, you slut! Fuck me back or I'll whip the living-daylights out of you, cunt! Come on now! Cooperate with me. Obey me! I command you! Fuck back! Now!"

He emphasized his command by biting her nipple – digging his perfect, straight teeth into the tender flesh that surrounded her erect little nubbin, gnashing his teeth on her sensitive areola.

"Owwww! God, nooo!" she shrieked in agonized pain, writhing about in her restricted position. "I'll do it!"

She bucked forward, timing her swift pelvic thrust perfectly so that she met his pounding hard cock as it slammed into her steaming pussy.

A strange feeling overtook her as she dung to his prick, clasping his meaty cockshaft with her cunt-muscles. She broke out into a cold sweat and her body ached in a weird way. Suddenly, it dawned on her – she was getting hot!

This crude vile headmaster was a virile stud of a man – an expert cocksman. He knew his way in the strange, primordial world of sex. There was no doubting that.

His prick throbbed as his lengthy cockshaft rammed its way into her heated pussy, and her cuntwalls were massaged briskly by his reaming cock. Pussy-juice churned around in her well-fucked cunt, and she became hornier with every powerful stroke.

"Ohhhh," she sighed as she began to respond instinctively to the fucking. "Ohhh, damn!"

She was confused and beyond understanding what was happening to her. But it was unmistakably exciting her, raising her sexual energy and lust to heights she had never before imagined. Somehow, being tied up and raped by the masterful fucker, Maxwell, was turning her on in a big way!

His cock-strokes were expertly timed to sluice into her cunt with treat effect. She certainly didn't want to enjoy being raped by Maxwell's raging prick, but she simply couldn't help herself. She was fast being carried away on the wings of unrestrained passion. It was frightening to lose control of her emotions – especially to lose control to such a wicked and brutal, man as Maxwell.

"Unngghhh! Aaaagghhh! Yeah! Hot fucking cunt! Goddamn! Son of a bitch in heaven!" he grunted obscenely. "You're doing fine now, bitch! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

She followed his commands, followed blindly, unable to comprehend the mixed emotions which swirled about her befuddled brain. Her, thoughts were mixed – pain and pleasure, humiliation and degradation and, could it be? Yes – joy and rapture. She jerked her hips forward to receive his deeply penetrating prick. His cock sliced between her cuntlips, spreading her pretty pink pussy-flaps wide to accommodate the thick base of his prick-stalk.

"Ohhhhhhh," she sighed weakly.

Without thinking, she began to buck and wriggle her hips as best she could in her restraints. She was fucking for the man, obeying his lewd commands and his depraved desires, giving in to his demands on her body. It didn't seem possible, but she truly enjoyed being fucked against her will. Raped! That was what he was doing – raping her cunt. But now that she began to respond to his brutally pounding prick that snaked in and out of her cuntjuice-slickened pussy, she had stopped struggling against the forcible entry of his prick. She was getting into the fucking, responding to his cock-thrusts with eagerness, with pleasure.

"Mmmppphhh! Unnnggghhh! Yeah! Fuck me!"

"That's good, Gloria! Damn hot pussy! I knew you'd come around, you little fuck machine. Little slave bitch! Whore! Two-bit slut! I'm gonna fuck you silly, cunt! Fuck you into everlasting oblivion! Teach you to please your master with your cunt! Your tight, hot cunt!"

"Yes, Mr. Maxwell, teach me to fuck! Do it! Fuck my cunt! Make me cum!" she snorted breathlessly.

The horrid nightmare of being raped by Maxwell's hard cock seemed to dissipate rapidly as his rapier-like prick sluiced in and out of her hot, itching cunt. Her pussy leaked cuntjuice as she writhed about on the bed, moving and bucking and humping to receive the utmost pleasure from his cunt-reaming prick.

"I'll make you cum, Gloria! But… that's not… really important," he grunted haltingly. "What's important is that you manage to… pleasure me, to make me… cum!"

He grimaced and continued fucking her, moving his hips in a gyrating pattern that thrilled her and sent chilling sensations through tier cunt and up the length of her spine. Waves of erotic rapture broke in her head, and she closed her eyes and in the deep dark recesses of her brain, saw blinding flashes of bright purple light.

It was as if there was a big purple spotlight spinning around in her head, disorienting her and making her lose track of time and place. She momentarily forgot the sordid circumstances, the wretched condition that she was in at the moment. She dreamed that she was in the arms of same kind and wonderful lover, fucking her handsome young lover with a passion that could not be described in words. She dreamed that she was floating high up in the air, fucking and fucking, lost in space.

"Fuck me, you slut!" came Maxwell's nasty voice, tinged with anger. "Open your eyes and look at me, you slave bitch. Acknowledge your master, cunt!"

The rude awakening brought Gloria swiftly back to the harsh reality of the moment. Maxwell was raping her, slamming forward and impaling her cunt on his rock-hard cock. He was churning the cuntjuice in her pussy, stirring up her passion and lust in such a way that she had lost control over her own body.

She was fucking him back with mighty pelvic thrusts, pressing her cunt onto his cock as he shoved forward, moving his powerful rock-hard cock swiftly in and out of her hot pussy. Her cunt felt like it was burning up from the lewd friction caused by his slicing cock as it dug into her pussy. Erotic fantasies intermittently filled her brain, but they were soon diminished by his crude, obscene curses and exhortations.

He screamed into her face: "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

She looked into his eyes, trying desperately to discern some empathy or compassion. There was none. The man knew how to fuck a cunt, all right. But he appeared to possess no true emotions. He fucked her properly, bringing thrilling, mind-bending sensations every time his prick slid into her pussy. But he fucked her mechanically – almost like a robot.

This wasn't how she had envisioned fucking. This wasn't what she wanted at all. Nevertheless, she enjoyed it. Her cunt boiled and steamed, and she could feel gobs of cuntjuice streaming out of her tight cunthole. She was fucking him back like he had commanded, and much to her dismay, she was enjoying it! Loving it! Thriving on the wonderful sensations that flooded her well-fucked cunt.

"Unnnggghhh! Aaaggghhh! Mmmmppphhh!" she panted and grunted as she threw all of her energy into the fucking, trying to derive the most sexual satisfaction possible from Maxwell's throbbing cock.

She could hear lewd sucking noises emanating from her grasping tight cunt as her pussy-muscles flexed and damped like a vise-grip on Maxwell's thick cock. She managed to clasp his cockhead with her pussy, holding his prick-tip captive in the depths of her cunt as he groaned with pleasure and let out throaty grunts of joyous passion.

"Mmmppphhhhh!" he groaned huskily and jerked his head up. Giving her a confused look that mixed a joyous, almost boy-like grin with startled almond eyes that were wide open, he drawled, "Goddamn, girl, you learn fast! Your cunt's just sucking away at my cock. Good girl! You're doing fine! Shit, I'll have you whipped into shape in no time. You're a nice prime cunt!" He laughed lightly at some inside joke and grunted as he thrust forward, running his prick into her tight sucking cunt.

She was aching to reach a climax now. She didn't give a shit whether Maxwell was raping her. All that mattered was her orgasm. She knew it would shake the living daylights out of her when it finally hit.

For a brief instant, she looked up at her wrists and was shocked to notice that her hands were all puffy and swollen, probably, she surmised, from lack of circulation. The ropes that were tied around her slender wrists were really chafing her skin badly and her ankles were sore, too. But she had no feeling at all in her arms or feet.

Giving it no more thought, she concentrated her efforts on fucking, writhing and bucking beneath Maxwell, fucking the crude man with all of the enthusiasm that her tortured body could muster. It was exciting to be bound and dominated and brutally raped. It was bizarre and it hurt like hell – but it was very, very exciting.

Mr. Maxwell moved his hips vigorously, fucking his prick into her cunt in a staccato-like fashion, reaming out her cuntwalls, which were all slicked up with cuntjuice. His mammoth prick sluiced in and out of her sucking, clasping cunt. His balls slapped lewdly beneath her asscheeks.

"Fuck me! Fuck me! Do it, Mr. Maxwell!" she pleaded. Her voice was tremulous and tinged with anxious anticipation.

She longed for the thrilling orgasm that she was sure was building in her hot juicy cunt.

She jerked about on the sweat-dampened sheets, panting and groaning erotically.

Maxwell was fired up by her pleas. "Okay, bitch!" he snorted. "It won't take long now. I-I'm about… ready to cum… myself. Your cunt is so nice and tight! Damn hot, little pussy!"

His prick felt like a burning sword as it sliced into her seething cunt. She was exhausted from the fucking, but she kept jerking forward on his throbbing cock. His cock-knob bobbed about inside of her stretched cunt, bouncing off of her cuntwalls and penetrating deeply into her cuntal depths, churning her slippery cunt-butter. Her channel was well lubricated, and his cock slid in and out rapidly and easily as he fucked her tight pussy.

His prick had forced her cunt-muscles to stretch to accommodate its enormous size. Her cunt-slit was wet and slippery, and cuntjuice streamed down her trembling thighs. Her whole body shook and her clit spasmed from the powerful fucking.

"Ohhh, Jesus," she panted, inhaling quick breaths of air. "Your cock… your cock! It's amazing! Good God Almighty! Mr. Maxwell, your cock feels sooo damned good! My pussy… my pussy is on fire!"

"Shut up and keep fucking, you slut! Damnit! Fuck! Son of a fucking bitch. What a tight, hot cunt!"

Gloria found herself excited by Maxwell's obscene exhortations. Her clit throbbed, and she focused her concentration on her wondrous clit-nubbin. She could feel his lengthy prick slipping along her erect love-button, raking her pussy-channel and sending shivers and chills running up and down her pussy. He was wracking her body with passionate delight and joyous sensations she had never before experienced in her life.

All of a sudden, without even, a hint of warning, Mr. Maxwell plunged his prick deep into her cunt, remained still and shuddered violently. He let out a long, low inhuman moan that sounded as if he were dying, and with, one powerful thrust into her steaming pussy, he let loose his heavy load of jism.

Gloria shivered, and her legs and arms twitched. Her cunt throbbed uncontrollably, and she felt her cunt being bathed with his slimy cum. His hot load of jism tickled her clit and splashed along her pussy-channel, coating her cuntwalls with sticky, gooey cum.

Her pussy twitched and an orgasm rocked her body, sending spine rattling, mind bending sensations of passion throughout her cunt as she came.

"Aaaahhh!" she wailed in a shrill cry that filled the room.

She was caught up in the intensity of the orgasm, the wonder of it all, the thrill of the ultimate moment. Her luscious tits heaved as she took in a deep breath of air which rushed down her throat and filled her lungs, giving her additional strength and energy.

His spurting prick slammed and pounded into her cunt, mixing around her cuntjuices and reaming her pussy-walls which constricted as his cum washed through her cunt hole. She instinctively, pulled at her bonds, causing, her to wince in pain as the ropes dug sharply into her wrists and ankles.

"Aaaaggghhhhh! Yeah! Fuck! Fuck! Godamned hot, tight cunt! Tight little pussy!" he cursed as he shot his wad of thick jism into her pussy.

He was jerking about on top of her, sawing his prick into her cunt, spraying cum along her pussy-walls, shooting a huge load of jism into her seething, steaming cunt. Her pussy spasmed and clasped his cock, milking the cum out of his spewing prick. He whispered hoarse obscenities into her ear as he came, his body shaking and his prick quivering as his cum-slit shot white-hot jizz into her hot pussy.

She felt completely fulfilled by the orgasm which had struck her, shaking her body and sending bolts of electricity through her pussy.

All of a sudden, her thrilling sensations, the chilling nerve-wracking passion that had only moments before filled her cunt, began to dissipate. She shook and quivered, trying to regain her composure.

But Maxwell was not quite finished with her yet. His prick kept slamming into her cunt, spewing more and more cum, which washed her tight cunt-tube and filled her pussy hole. His fucking motions grew less and less fierce and powerful as his balls released the last few drops of its cunt-juice into her pussy. Gloria's cunt felt all wet and sloppy. Pussyjuice combined with cum-juice, and her pussy made strange obscene sucking sounds as her cunt-muscles constricted and milked his cock, pulling the last of his cum from his balls and prick.

"Ohhhh! Hot damn, what a good fuck! You've got such a nice cunt, Gloria!" he exclaimed. "Made to order for fucking. Shit! Son of a fucking bitch! Yeah!"

He moaned and grunted lewdly is the rest of his load spurted into her cunt. Then he reined totally, immersed in the joy of afterglow, the passionate release that came from raping the ripe girl. He gasped, sighed and slid away from her. His prick flopped out of her cunt and hung in front of him, oozing cum. He looked down at his drooling prick. Then he turned to her and shook his head, a wide lecherous grin pasted to his face.

"That was nice, Gloria. Very nice! You've got a real tight cunt, and most important, you know how to use it! I came hard. I think you'll make a good student here at the Academy. You've got plenty more to learn though."