The Examination

Kerry Lace had the nicest rack in all of Jackson College and even better was that she didn't seem to know it. The first time she went out with Todd Simpson, in her short skirt and pink blouse, he had his fingers up her pussy within half an hour, and she couldn't understand why. What did boys like about it?

Now, Mr Roth was keeping her back after class again. He'd been making a habit of this lately, and it didn't seem to matter how well she behaved, she always landed the after school detention. And she was nearly nineteen, for chrissake!

This time he wanted her to clean the gymnasium changerooms, so she was in the locker room, scrubbing on her hands and knees with a sponge and bucket, when he came in behind her and said, "You're not meant to be here."

"Sorry, sir?" she said, gazing back over her shoulder at him, her crimped cheerleader mini-skirt riding up her buttocks so that he could just make out the bottom of her electric-blue g-string.

"I said: you're not meant to be in here."

She looked at him, confounded, and he elaborated that it was a male change room. What was she doing in the male changeroom?

"Oh, I -- you said to clean the changerooms... I was..."

"It's okay," he interrupted. He shook his head and sighed. "Well, you may as well finish what you've started. I'm going to take a shower, so don't look."

She went to say something but stopped. She went back to scrubbing the floor, careful not to look as Mr Roth undressed and left his clothes in a pile on the mid-room bench. She was circling the foam across the lino, soaking it up and then squeezing out the sponge in the bucket, but she couldn't help but sneak a quick peek as Mr Roth turned and made his way towards the showers. He had a large penis, almost twice the size of Todd Simpson's, which she'd hesitantly tugged for a full minute before he shot gooey sperm all over her blouse.

The one time she'd been penetrated was at a party over on campus. She was drunk and couldn't feel a thing, the guy a freshman who'd simply closed the door and wrested aside her panties before pushing into her with his small, hard prong. That time had only lasted a total of sixty seconds as well, before he blew his load inside of her, and the next day she had to go through the humiliation of a morning-after pill chemist excursion trip; she could still feel his stuff dripping out of her. It was like it never ended.

Now, she could see Mr Roth's penis swinging as he walked away, large and heavy, like a rope between his legs, his buttocks reminding her of the thighs of a strong horse. It gave her a weird sensation, almost like hunger. What was this? She thought, feeling dirty, even shaking her head and dismissing the notion. She had a job to do and then she could go home. She would be extra good this week so she wouldn't have to stay behind, ever again, or so she hoped.

But then she peeked across at Mr Roth. He was in the shower now, his back to her, the water running down his trapezoid muscles as he... what was he doing? Cleaning the organ which confusingly fascinated her so? His shoulder was moving up and down. Steam rising up in a cloud. The biggest penis she'd seen was her father's, as he'd wander to and from the shower in the nude, but it had nothing on Mr Roth's.

She continued scrubbing the floor and the weird feeling like hunger was making her feel slightly nauseous. Butterflies rose up through her stomach and her throat was wet. Mr Roth had finished showering and was now coming back to the bench. He was facing her; she couldn't help but look. From a full frontal his cock looked even bigger, his muscles gleaming in the shine of the water on his skin.

But he caught her looking and was not impressed. "I thought I told you not to look."

"I was -- I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, sir."

She could feel his eyes on her, leveling her. Her pulse was pounding in her neck. There was a warm and wet sensation in her g-string. It was unfamiliar and strange, but even though she was embarrassed and hoped Mr Roth wasn't aware of it, it made her want to rub it against something.

"I'm sorry for looking," she repeated, and yet couldn't help herself -- she stole another quick glance and he shook his head. He was just standing there, watching her. Couldn't he do something else? Didn't he have clothes to get dressed into? He hadn't even bothered covering himself with a towel. How could she not take a quick look? It was darkly fascinating to her; she'd never seen such a man's physique. And now that she'd stolen a second glance she saw that his penis had swollen. It no longer dangled, but it stood, like a fist, and Mr Roth didn't even seem embarrassed -- or even conscious of it.

"Why are you wearing your cheerleader uniform?" he said.

The question struck her as odd, but then she realized: afternoon detention was for standard uniform only. She'd had P.E. last session, and hadn't thought to change back.

"I -- I'm sorry, Mr Roth. I -- can change back into my standard uniform if it bothers you."

"Yes," he said, "You should do that. You know that you're not to wear your cheerleader uniform when on detention."

"Yes, I'm sorry, sir." She stood and went to go to the female changerooms but he quickly said, "What are you doing?" and she stopped mid-stroll.

"I'm -- I'm going to change, sir."

"Change here. It doesn't bother me and there's nobody else around."

"Are you -- are you sure?"

"Yes. Just get it over with."

"Okay, but --"

"You think I wanted you to peek at me? Jesus, I've got more manners than that. You've been really disobedient this afternoon. I might have to put you on a full week's detention."

No. She couldn't let that happen. But did he just want her to undress, right there, in front of him? He turned away and she figured that's what he meant, but she also didn't want to get in more trouble. "So... just... do I just..."

"Jesus Christ, Kerry, do you need me to wipe your ass as well? Take them off. You know you're not meant to wear them after school."

"O -- Okay."

She hesitated but Mr Roth kept looking at her like he'd penalize her if she didn't act, straight away. So, her face burning, she took off her blouse. She unhooked her bra and the air against her nipples made them stand. It was awful. She was so embarrassed she could die. Then, with Mr Roth watching her expectantly, she lowered her skirt, then stood there in nothing but her g-string, wondering why he wouldn't look away. She'd gotten in so much trouble just for glancing at him. And now she couldn't meet his eyes. She went to get her other clothes but Mr Roth cleared his throat. She'd done something wrong, yet again.

"What is it, sir?"

She looked at him now, his eyes like hot bugs all over her. It was a creepy sensation and there was something wrong about it.

"The thong too. You know as well as I do that that's inappropriate college apparel."

"Really?"

He wanted her to get completely naked, right there, in front of him. Wasn't there some kind of rule against this? But she couldn't think of anything to say, any reasonable objection, so she lowered herself out of the thong and stood there, the little brown hairs on her vagina bristling in the air, and she'd never felt as exposed in her life. And yet, the hunger was all through her. She felt like she might burst.

Did Mr Roth know? Her poor little vagina was so sopping wet that she could feel juices running down her inner thighs. And to make it worse, Mr Roth was glaring at her. Had she done something wrong? Suddenly she realized that maybe she wasn't meant to change there, that she'd misunderstood, and now she stood completely naked, her skirt, g-string and blouse in a pile at her feet, and she remembered her other clothes weren't even in the same room. She'd have to duck across to the female changeroom after all.

But Mr Roth stopped her. What had she done now? Her vagina was throbbing as he stepped across towards her and she cowered in front of him. Did Mr Roth know? Is that why she was in trouble? And then, to her absolute horror, he reached across and placed his left hand between her legs. The proof was all over his palm. There was no hiding it now. What kind of punishment would he dish up next? Now he wanted to know why she'd wet herself. Was it because she'd looked at him when he told her not to.

"No -- I -- I don't know, Mr Roth. It's never happened before."

"Really?"

He thought about this. Then he took his palm away from her vagina and told her to lie down. He'd have to examine her, make sure there was nothing wrong.

"Do you think there might be something wrong, sir?"

"It's better to be safe than sorry."

"Well -- ok -- if you..."

He nodded. She lay down on her back on the bench and he told her to open her legs. He'd have to have a good look. She opened her legs and to her further consternation her vagina just got wetter. What on earth was wrong with her? It felt all fuzzy and warm and the butterflies were dancing in her stomach. Then: "Mr Roth? Mr -- what -- what are you -- oh my!"

He was kissing her -- he'd pressed his mouth against the wetness and begun kissing. Was this how he had to examine her? It felt terrible, wrong, like she'd get in even more trouble, and maybe not even from Mr Roth, but from someone higher up, like, maybe the principal, and yet at the same time as he moved his mouth across her vagina, even sucking and licking it with his lips and tongue, the butterflies flapped and the warmth spread right down through her backside and she wanted to let out a scream, but she was worried that that might get her in even more trouble.

"Mr -- mr?"

"Shut up," he said, and as she was so worried about getting further detentions she didn't say another word. And then within moments her whole body spasmed -- and she knew there was something wrong with her now; she couldn't help it, she let out a little yelp and then it was done. Mr Roth stopped examining her and he sat up, watching her with those stern, authoritative eyes.

"Was it... okay?" she whispered. "I'm sorry -- I don't know what... what..."

"Sh."

He covered her mouth with his hand. It was the same hand that had touched her vagina and she could taste the juice on it. It was not a pleasant sensation. What was he doing now? Was the examination over?

"I just need to --" he began, and he was doing something with his penis, rubbing it slightly as if he was preparing it like a medical instrument, "—go in a bit further. I can't be sure you're okay unless I get in further."

"Further? What --"

"Shh." He covered her mouth again. Now it felt kind of nice. The taste. The sensation of being muffled. He crawled above her and opened her legs further with a nudge of his knees. Then he was pressing his penis against her vagina and about to push in.

"Mr -- sir!"

"Shut up!"

He pushed it in and she felt something tear, a gush of fluid, a sensation like a piece of paper was being torn up inside her stomach. The he began to hump her, hard and fast, and she wondered if this was the main part of the examination. Was she supposed to enjoy it? Mr Roth seemed to be. The way he was grunting reminded her of wild pigs. He was holding her hands down above her head, kissing her neck and saying, "Oh, you little slut. You're such a little bitch, you know that?" and she wondered, was she in trouble again? Why was he calling her names? Would she get more afterschool detention?

And then, to confuse matters more, he took it out of her vagina and crawled up the bench. Now he was pressing it into her mouth. Oh my god! Was there something wrong with her mouth as well? And then she could feel him doing the thing, that thing that Todd Simpson did and the other guy, the sticky gooey stuff, only now it was in her mouth, and it tasted like mungbeans, and he was telling her she had to drink every drop of it. It's good for you, he said, as he pumped her face and bobbed her head like it was a football.

Afterwards he went straight to the shower and she lay there, her vagina burning and her nipples hard like the nebs of watermelons. When he was examining her, Mr Roth had called it her "pussy", and she thought it was an odd thing to say. He said she had a nice tight little pussy, and she assumed that meant there was nothing wrong, that she'd passed. She went and put on her standard uniform and when she came back Mr Roth was dressed, putting on his tie and looking at her from over the mid-room bench. "Get back to work, there's plenty floor left to scrub."

"Okay." She hesitated. Then she asked him if everything was okay? Was her vagina all right?

He nodded. "But you didn't drink all of my come."

"Sir?"

"There's still some on your chin. Here." He reached over and scooped some up on his finger. Then he put it in her mouth. She swallowed it, the sour dirty taste making her face squinch up.

"Am I still in trouble?"

He looked away and nodded. "Just finish this and then come back tomorrow afternoon."

"Another afternoon?" She couldn't believe it! What could she do to stop this? She'd thought she'd done everything right.

"Yep," he confirmed the worst. "Every afternoon this week. We've got plenty to work on."