Final Exams

Many thanks to HMAuthor for all the hard work in editing and improving this story from a previous version.

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"Are you almost done, Mr. Slye?" asked Heather.

He looked up and then breathed in deeply. One of the hottest graduates of the year was standing in front of his desk. And then he took another deep breath, because around her, arrayed like ladies in waiting around a queen, were Summer, Celia, Andi and Samantha.

All of them were in last spring's graduating class. And all of them were smart, funny and fully developed. Each had breasts that were round and perky but still too fresh to sag. And each had similarly round, firm rears that hypnotized every male who had the privilege of watching them move down the hall. A couple of them were beauties, and the others were cute. They all had been in his senior drama classes.

"We knew you'd be here preparing for the start of school, Mr. Slye, but you've worked long enough today," said Andi. "So tell us what we can do to help you finish up today."

"Why thank you, girls," said Mr. Slye. "That won't be necessary. I'm surprised you're still hanging around here now that you've graduated. You must have better things to do."

"Well, you know we've all told you many times that you were our favorite teacher of all four years of high school, Mr. Slye," said Summer, "and we will really miss you. We've got a surprise for you."

"Thank you for the compliment," he said. "But you did the work, and you can all be proud of what you've achieved. I know all of you have been accepted to good colleges. I can continue this when I come back from the mountains in a week, so tell me again why you're here."

As he stood up, they were suddenly on top of him. All of them had moved forward, and they were so close, he could smell their natural perfume. They seemed to be enveloping him like a blanket. He could feel their warm bodies against him, and their faces were so close, he felt their breath as they talked to him.

"What are you doing?" he said.

"We want you to come with us," said Samantha. "So lock up your office. We've been working on this in secret, and it will be very special." She took one hand and Celia took the other, and they led him down the deserted halls. The five girls were almost molded onto his body, so he just let himself move with them.

It was the second week in August, and the air conditioning wasn't turned on, so the dark halls were just starting to cool from the heat of the day. Slye knew other teachers wouldn't start coming in until next week, when he'd be in the mountains, so the only adult around was the security guard who lived in a trailer on the baseball field. If he saw them, he might wonder what a pack of hot eighteen-year-olds and their former teacher were doing, but the guard spent most of his time in front of his TV with the air conditioning on and grudgingly made his rounds every four hours.

The girls led him to the school auditorium and then backstage and down the stairs to the rehearsal room. The room was locked, but one of them had managed to get a key to the thick iron door, and he saw that she locked it behind them once they were inside.

Slye looked around. The light was dimmed, so he saw only outlines, enough to tell him the girls had been busy down there. The room usually had only some chairs and a piano. The girls walked with him up to something and sat down on it, pulling him down with them. He was surprised to find himself sitting on the sheets of a bed.

The lights went up as he tried to stand up, but several pairs of arms pulled him back down. He saw that one girl was sitting on either side of him, and two were behind him. All had firm grasps on his arms or shoulders. Heather was standing in front of him.

"Relax, Mr. Slye," she said. "This is a production we put together just for you. It's only a couple of hours, so you won't be delayed too long, and it's nice and cool down here under the theater. We also have some fans ready if it heats up to keep us all as comfortable as possible.

"I'm the narrator, and I'll start by setting the scene. It's our high school, and it's senior year for the young girls we'll be playing. There's one teacher we all like, and he seems to like us. He doesn't touch us, and he doesn't try to seduce us, but all the same, certain things he says and does are clearly beyond the teacher-student relationship.

"He's into sports and the outdoors, and he's fit and good looking, and he knows it. All the girls in his classes adore him, and the guys like him too, because he gets them excited about learning and doesn't play favorites. Except there are some girls who get feelings from him that the others don't. These girls are among his best students. They are all cute and horny, and each one wished he would seduce her.

"The whole year, there is sexual tension between the teacher and these female students. They are ripe and ready for sexual adventure, and they are tired of hooking up with fumbling clueless boys. From the signals he's giving them, they feel he's responding to their unspoken invitation to initiate them into the mysteries of adult love.

"All of them have turned eighteen by the start of the second semester, and they are eager for him to approach them, but they wait in vain. Then they graduate, and a couple of weeks later, he finally makes his choice. Yes, he chooses only one of them. The others are disappointed; they find out from previous alums that he has been doing the same thing for the last ten years.

"Each year, he courts his hottest students in his special way throughout the year, without ever making a false move that could get him in trouble. Then when they graduate, are over eighteen and are no longer his students, he allows one to be his lover for the summer. If he were to get caught, he couldn't be prosecuted as a sex offender, but he could get into trouble with the school district, so he's careful to keep everything quiet.

"The chosen one is so flattered that she goes along with everything, including some sexual practices that are extreme, degrading and sometimes painful. In a few weeks, she realizes how he is using her, but she also understands that she was ready to be used and was even using him in her own more innocent way. By the end of the summer she may be dealing with feelings of disgust and humiliation. But once she starts college, she's too busy to think much about what she and the teacher did, and a few years later, the summer memory is sugarcoated with nostalgia.

"This works well for him until one year, he makes a mistake. One of his chosen girls is unlike anyone he has ever known. He and everyone who knows her realizes she is a future star. She is incredibly beautiful and talented, and so warm and genuine that everyone loves her. He doesn't realize that like some great artists, she is also fragile.

"He courts others through the year because he knows she is the one he must have. Corrupting her will be much more exciting than his previous conquests, because she is not just another pretty young thing who's hot for him.

"She adores him as a teacher but doesn't respond to his suggestive overtures like the others. He becomes obsessed with her. Summer comes, and he approaches her. She's confused, but he pulls out all the stops and tricks her into giving in. His conquest consumes him so completely that he doesn't see her coming apart as he pushes her into edgy sex.

"All this has happened before today's action begins. By the way, today's production is dedicated to our friend Emmiline. We usually do everything together with her, but she can't be here today. Did you know she tried to commit suicide? Do you have any idea why she'd do that?"

As Heather was talking, Slye's demeanor changed from one of amusement to a more serious and sober look. When she asked him the question, he started, but he didn't say anything.

"I'm glad to see that you're as honest out of class as you are when you're teaching, Mr. Slye," said Heather. "You know the answer, and you're not going to deny it. Don't worry. She didn't tell anyone but us. It took all sorts of tricks to pull it out of her. Nobody else knows -- not even her family -- so you're safe. Well, there is one other person.

"When we found out, we were in a frenzy of hatred. We went over to your house to tear you apart, and thank goodness, you weren't home. Tawny answered the door. You never told us you had a fiancee. She's so beautiful, and really nice, too. Talking to her a few minutes calmed us down. We were going to say something to her, but we decided she probably wouldn't believe us. We were sure she had had no idea about your annual summer of fun.

"We decided to sleep on it. The next day we were just as angry, but we channeled our anger. The first thing we did was find some Mr. Slye Summer of Sex Alums and talk to them. We videotaped the interviews.

"Then we made an appointment with Tawny when you weren't home and played her the videos and told her about Emmiline. Her first impulse was to move out and break off your engagement and report you to the school administration. She was even angrier than we were, but we cooled her down.

"After that, all of us tossed around ideas and then worked on them until we came up with the first version of the production that's starting in a few minutes. Have you noticed anything different about Tawny recently? She never took your acting classes, but I think she's a great actress. Her relationship with you has changed, but you don't even know it.

"Today's show is scripted but will feature a lot of improvisation, especially by you. Yes, you are the star of the production. The script continues the story I just told you, and the other characters play the girls who are eager to make love to you. They are still hot for your body, but now they have other feelings as well.

"We're going to restrain you now, Mr. Slye, but just a little bit, while we adjust the lights and the cameras on the tripods. The first act takes place on this bed we brought in here. We're not going to gag you because this rehearsal room is so well soundproofed that no one upstairs can hear anything from down here. And the security guard never comes here because he knows it's locked up for the summer. So you can yell now if you want."

The girls put restraints on Slye's wrists and attached each wrist to a corner post of the bed. His legs were left free, and for a few minutes, he yelled and kicked, but then he just lay quietly watching them turning on lamps and moving equipment around.

"We're glad you're saving your breath, Mr. Slye," said Celia. "We knew you'd be smart about this, like you are about everything. Now we are going to take off all your clothes, and you can struggle if you want, but why waste the effort? As you can see, we're taking all of our clothes off first, so why not enjoy the view instead of resisting."

That's what Slye did. He marveled that the girls were even hotter than he had imagined. He regretted that he hadn't chosen one of them. They would have been eager and willing, and there wouldn't have been any problems with them. They weren't high strung, like Emmiline. When his clothes were off, Celia addressed him again.

"Now, we're going to give you a high, hard, hot enema, Mr. Slye. It's just to clean you out. You'll get two of them. We can make this easy or hard. The easy way is to just let us insert the nozzle. As soon as you're filled up, we'll let you hold it in for a few minutes and then we'll release you so you can go to the bathroom next to the rehearsal room. We jammed the door lock, just so you know. In 10 minutes, we'll give you enema number two."

The cleansing went as smoothly as the disrobing. After it was done, Slye was a little shaky. "It's hot in here with all the lights, but we've got some beer in an ice chest, Mr. Slye," said Celia. "We also have some hard liquor and ice cubes if you prefer." Mr. Slye took the plastic cup of beer handed to him. It tasted bland, like an off brand, but it was wet and cold.

"Now we're ready for the fun to start," said Summer, "and I get to be first. I've wanted to do this to you the whole year, and I can't wait." Slye had been pushed onto his back on the bed, and she reached over and began stroking his penis and testicles. His penis responded almost immediately.

"Wow!" said Summer, "You're much bigger than my boyfriend. I hope you don't hurt me. I'm already wet, so let's go."

With that, she mounted him and began riding him hard. He began responding and thrusting up at her. As soon as he started, she slapped him hard on the face, and he screamed in pain and bewilderment. "That's for Emmiline," she said in a serious voice and then began smiling and riding again. The pattern continued. Each time he began responding, she stopped and slapped him again and said, "That's for Emmiline." Her slaps were making his cheeks red, and they became more painful as his skin bruised.

At first, his penis got softer when she stopped and slapped him, and it took a while getting hard again. But after a while, it stayed hard even when he screamed from the pain. She noticed and told him, "The Viagra in your beer is doing its job."

After the seventh slap, he came hard right after she started riding again. When she felt him start to come, she leaned forward and pressed her large breasts against his chest and then began pounding him hard with her behind. It took only a few slams until she screamed and collapsed on him.

After a while, she carefully lifted her rear in the air. Then she raised her chest up a little. Hands grabbed Slye's ankles and pulled them, making him slide down the bed under Summer.

"You seemed to enjoy Summer, Mr. Slye," said Samantha, leaning over and putting her face close to his. "And she certainly enjoyed you. She came a few times. I think you are starting to understand what our video production is about.

"We are all playing out our fantasies about having sex with you, but because of Emmiline, we have to punish you at the same time. So we're trying to mix our pleasure with your pain and humiliation. Of course, sometimes we can't avoid giving you pleasure, too, like just now.

"This next part will probably not be pleasurable for you. At least that's what Tawny thinks. When we were talking to her, we were surprised to find out that she's much more sexually adventurous than you. She said that you like the kinky stuff, but only when you're doing it to her.

"She told us she wanted to know what really turned you on, so she found out your password and logged on to your computer to see if you watched porn on the Internet. She was amazed at how much you were looking at and the variety.

"One thing particularly surprised her. Some of the sites you watched featured men being humiliated. She told use you even looked at videos of cuckolds watching their wives have sex with other men and then eating the cum out of them.

"But when she suggested you eat her out one time after you had deposited your semen, you turned green and ran to the bathroom to throw up. She said it was almost the same reaction whenever she wanted to do something with you that she saw on your favorite websites. She said she was disappointed to find out you were a voyeur, not a doer. To help us prepare for today, she told us all the things you really like to watch but were afraid to do.

"If you look up, you can see Summer's vagina right above your head. All the come you put inside her a minute ago is in there, nice and warm.

"Now we're putting some cushions under your head to lift it up and get it in the right position, and she's going to gradually lower her vagina until it's right at your lips. Ooooh! Tawny's right. You are getting pale. I'm glad we've got this big plastic bowl right here. Move forward, Summer. Girls, help me lift him up and then push his head down into the bowl.

"There, Mr. Slye, let it all go. You don't need your lunch anyway, because Summer's got a delicious treat for you. Yes, heave some more if you have to. Yes, cry if it helps you control yourself. Crying is much better than heaving, don't you think? Let's wash your mouth and face off now and get your head back on the pillow.

"Wait. Do you need to get rid of some more? No? You're just gagging a little. Now try to calm down, and this will be a lot easier for you. OK, Summer, move back over him again. That's better, Mr. Slye. Yes, it's much better to shake your head from side to side like that than to heave. We get the idea. You really don't want to do this.

"Summer is lowering herself just a little. She's all ready, but you're still moving your head wildly. Let's wait a minute to see if you get tired of that. I think it's just sheer terror in control of you now. You seem to have a lot of energy because your head is still going, so we'll have to find a way to soothe you.

"Do you feel Andi? She's got a washcloth and she's washing your genitals clean with warm water. Some of your stuff was sticking to them and your pubic hair. Now it's all gone. We'll let you air dry, but meanwhile Andi is playing with your testicles. Does that feel good? It must, because you've stopped shaking your head. Oops! There you go again. I spoke too soon.

"Andi has one of your big balls lying in the palm of her right hand. She's closing her fingers around it and enveloping it in her warm hand. Doesn't that feel good? You can enjoy the feeling while you are eating Summer out. But you're still shaking your head, so you can't enjoy it yet.

"Instead, Andi will slowly close her fist around that big testicle. Do you feel any pressure yet? Yes, you jumped there for a second. I think it's starting to hurt because you're panting and making faces. You've stopped shaking your head now, but you can't do anything when you're in such pain, so Andi is going to loosen up and just hold you in her warm hand like before.

"Do you want to shake your head some more and have her squeeze again, or are you ready to get to work on Summer? Yes, think about it for a minute. If you're ready, stick your tongue out. If you don't, Andi will start squeezing again. There, I saw a little flicker of tongue. OK, Summer, you can lower down a bit more, until you feel his lips touching you. That's it. Perfect.

"We're ready, Mr. Slye. Please start licking. That's it. Just lick around her pubic hair for now. There's a little of your stuff in there, but not much. Oops! I think you just got your first taste. Not as bad as you thought, right? You didn't gag all that much.

"Time to start again. You've got the right idea. Just lick all around her soft, sweaty hair and her puffy outer lips. Circle around again and again. You should see Summer's face. She's really enjoying what you're doing.

"Now it's time to start zeroing in. Just start at the bottom of the thin slit in the middle of the puffy lips. Lick lightly up and down. Did you see how she moved there? You're really getting her excited. She's going to have a few more orgasms. I know it.

"Just keep going up and down like that. Do you see the slit opening a little and the redness inside? Slow down and tenderly lick along the slit. You're now reaching her insides, and she's starting to squirm. Look, the lips are opening wider. Keep licking slowly. Don't stop. Andi's going to squeeze really hard if you stop now.

"Oh my god! That was it. Her lips opened all the way, and a bunch of your semen went right down your tongue. Lift up again for a moment, Summer. He's gagging and choking a little on his treat. Wait until he gets it all down. He has the most horrible expression on his face. No, don't spit it out, or Andi will put you in a lot of pain. Just swallow it fast. Yes, like that.

"Try to get those heaves under control, Mr. Slye. They must really hurt because nothing's coming out. That's it. Breathe deeply a few times. Good. OK, Summer, let's continue. I see some white stuff just inside waiting to come out. Just keep licking, Mr. Slye, but now, I just want you to lick around and over the clitoris. Ignore the stuff falling out into your mouth and nose and all over your face. Just swallow and keep going. Because once you've made Summer come, the fall will be over."