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The Smell of Sex 16
The Smell of Sex Ch.16
(c) 2001 Couture
email: couture_writes@hotmail.com
(FF, panty, humil, Fd etc.)
Please do not read if under 18 years of age or
offended by sexually explicit and situations.
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"Put you pink outfit in your bag dear, and let's get
you to your sorority house, before you are late." Dr.
Adams told Laura.
While Laura rushed to pack up her clothes, Dr.
Adams stood fingering the button on the remote control
in her pocket, while thinking, 'Oh my, I didn't plan
on this. Not only does my little joy buzzer give
Laura's pleasure; it makes me hot watching her
squirm. This can be highly addictive.'
"Follow me to the car, sweetie," said the teacher,
while she kept little egg inside of Laura vibrating on
low to keep the at a nice low boil. She could
just imagine the getting turned on by watching
her walk. Of course, Dr. Adams put on an extra
special show of strutting for the girl.
Soon they arrived at Dr. Adams's convertible Beamer.
Dr. Adams took Laura's book bag from her and tossed it
in her trunk. When she opened the door for Laura, she
noticed the had trails of moisture running down
her thighs. "Have you wet yourself sweetie?" she
asked innocently.
It was embarrassing enough being so turned on that she
was uncontrollable leaking her sex juices. Worse, Dr.
Adams asked her in such a way that she felt like an
errant who peed her pants. Laura stuck out her
tongue and wet her lips, as her face turned a dark
shade of red. "Yes," she replied blushing.
"Be a good and wait there just a minute honey,"
Dr. Adams said, as she walked around the car and then
sat down in the driver's seat and moved the sunglasses
and books out of the way so Laura could sit down. "Now
you can sit down."
As she bent down to get into car seat Dr. Adams
screeched, "Stop, your accident will stain the skirt!"
'Oh God, how much more humiliating can my life get,'
thought Laura. She turned around to see if anyone was
near. When she felt sure no one was looking; she
quickly raised her skirt and sat down bare-assed on
the soft leather seat. She rushed to close the car
door behind her to hide the expanse of thigh she was
displaying.
"Oh no you don't lady," scolded Dr. Adams, as
she slapped Laura on the thigh. "You are not going to
ruin my leather seats either." Then she proceeded to
position Laura so that her long legs were parted and
her pelvis was tilted up. Dr. Adams grasped the meat
of the blonde's upper thigh and pulled it up so
that she could examine the intimate areas between
Laura's legs. "Quick Laurie, wipe it up before you
leak on my expensive seats!"
Dr. Adams looked on with pride as Laura quickly wiped
up the offending trail of sexual nectar with her
fingers. "That's my good girl, let's get you dried
up again and then I'll take you to your sorority
meeting. Oops! There goes some more!" the woman
said as she pointed out another wet trail of fluid.
"Don't think I won't give you a spanking in front of
the sorority house if you stain my expensive leather
seats!"
Laura swiftly captured the new stream of honey as it
dangerously approached her teacher's car seat. She
watched her sex intently, lest it seek to get her in
trouble yet again. The poor could feel her body
flush with excitement from displaying herself in such
a humiliating manner. Laura looked down in horror at
the spread pink petals of her sex, as yet another
trail began to appear at the base of her cunt. The
poor was dismayed to discover that both of her
hands were covered in her slick juices. She did the
only thing she could and licked the musky honey from
her fingers, before capturing some more nectar and
licking it off as well.
Thus, Laura fell into the rhythm of her task. Swipe-
swipe-lick-swipe-swipe-lick. Her juicy quim had
blossomed and it was all the poor could do to
keep up with its copious discharge. Laura was
slightly caught up in the moment and then she realized
with a start where she was and what she was doing.
Laura cheeks reddened in humiliation as she turned to
look at her teacher's matronly gaze. The blonde's eyes
fell from the embarrassment, while she cupped her hand
over her sex to hide her shame.
Dr. Adams stroked Laura's hair in sympathy. "You
shouldn't be ashamed of it sweetie, I think it is very
beautiful. Come now, let momma have a look."
Hesitantly, Laura moved her hand away from the plump
slick lips of her sex. Her hopeful eyes gazed up
longingly searching for approval from her teacher.
Patricia glanced around the empty parking lot, then
back to her obedient student and smiled. "I don't
think I've ever seen such a pretty pussy, Laurie. It
is so smooth and unblemished, like a virgin's, yet at
the same time it is swollen, red, and aroused as if
you were a common whore." The teacher started the
car, turned the air conditioner up and said, "Open
your pretty pink lips for me and I'll dry you with the
air conditioner."
Laura scooted down further in the seat and held open
her nether lips with her right hand, while her teacher
aimed the vents at her aroused sex. 'Oh! That's
cold," Laura thought, as the frosty air evaporated the
moisture on her slick mound.
Dr. Adams looked down appreciatively as chill bumps
began to cover her student. She felt a
throbbing twinge in her cunt, as she looked at the
stunning and obedient girl. Laura's nipple's had
hardened and pointed through the thin fabric of her
blouse, but what caught the teacher's attention the
most was her student's clit. The cold air had caused
the little nubbin to distend and contract into a tiny
little pearl.
Unconsciously, Laura had moved her left hand under her
nose and inhaled the scent of her sex, which emanated
from her fingers.
Dr. Adams's be speckled eyes took notice of this
little detail. "Do you like the way you smell
Laurie?"
"Yes, but . . ." Laura jerked her hand away and her
lower lip trembled as she threatened to cry again.
"Yes, but what, sweetie?" asked her professor.
A crimson blush spread from Laura's face to her
chest. "It t-t-turns me on," she whimpered. Laura
looked up at her teacher with renewed hope and asked,
"What about the thing you put inside my - you know."
"It's called a dearie, a or a cunt."
"-pussy. Can't you turn it on and keep me from
getting so wet?" Laura asked.
"Sure I *could* Laura, but then the batteries might
run down and I want to save them for your sorority
meeting. No, I think we should wait until you get to
Lambda house."
'Besides, why on earth would I provide any negative
stimulation, when you are behaving like the perfect
obedient slave,' thought the woman.
Dr. Adams reached down, took off her shoe and handed
it to Laura. "Here, your sex is almost dry now. Put
your skirt down now. Then smell this to take your mind
off the other. At least until we get to your sorority
house."
Laura took her professor's shoe and wrinkled her nose
up as she inhaled the scent of pantyhose, feet, and
sweat. To her dismay, she found that the smell of her
teacher's feet was erotic too. She yearned to stroke
her sex, but she knew she had to hold off until after
her sorority meeting.
Dr. Adams drove the car to the sorority house and then
helped Laura straighten up, until she was the
of a debutante. "Okay, Laura, I'm turning the
device on now," Dr. Adams said, as she brought out the
remote control and turned the dial in the opposite
direction. Now, instead of vibrating the little egg
was giving Laura small electrical shocks. "This is
going to feel uncomfortable, but it should keep you
control your urges while you are at your little
meeting. I'm setting it for one hour, so the
discomfort will grow until I can switch it back off.
Make sure you meet me back outside in one hour, okay?"
Laura was wincing a little from the pain. It didn't
hurt terribly bad, but felt as if she was suffering
bad menstrual cramps. "Yes, ma'am," she replied as
she opened the door.
Laura, walked up to the Lambda Epsilon Theta house,
waved good-bye to her teacher, and entered through the
front door. She heard the sound of spanking down the
hall and one of the other pledges met her halfway with
tears in her eyes. 'Just what I need . . . another
spanking. Whew, I'm still sore from the last,' Laura
thought as she took her place in line behind the other
fidgeting girls.
The house president Terry saw Laura in line, frowned,
then walked over and pulled her out of it. "Laura,
get out of that line right now," she quietly hissed.
'Oh no,' Laura thought, 'She knows about the stuff
that has been happening to me and she's kicking me
out!' Laura felt her heart sink, when she realized she
was going to have to tell her mother, she didn't get
accepted.
"Laura, leaders aren't made on the receiving end of a
paddle. Since you are going to be house president
yourself one day, we have something special in mind
for you," Terry said, as she turned to walk up the
stairs. "Follow me."
Laura watched Terry's ass sway as she walked up the
stairs. Laura was thankful that she had the device
embedded in her to help her control her urges and she
was equally thankful she was dressed as an equal to
these stuck up girls. Although, she didn't feel like
an equal, she was suffering from cramps and having to
be so concerned about everything she did or said was
giving her a headache. Laura longed for was the
familiar feeling of arousal that came from the musky
smell of a woman's sex.
"In here Laura," Terry said, as she let Laura into her
room and locked the door behind the attractive blonde.
She walked over and unlocked a small safe, retrieved a
thick black photo album and sat down on the bed with
Laura.
"Laura, I'm about to tell you about a tradition in
this sorority that has gone on since its founding.
Before we begin, I will give you the same choice that
was given to me and every other house president.
Promise to keep everything we talk about in this room
a secret for the rest of your life. This means you
can tell no one, not even your daughter. You have a
choice to make. Walk out of this room now and take
your place with the other or swear to keep our
secret. If you ever tell, I promise you that every
member of Lamda Epsilon Theta will make you rue the
day you were born."
'Well, if was able to do it, I can bear
whatever the consequences are,' Laura thought, feeling
very afraid of what was in store. "I swear I will
keep it a secret."
"Good, as I said earlier in the hall, leaders aren't
found at the end of a paddle . . ." Laura blushed when
she heard this, because she had spent quite a bit of
time there lately. 'If Terry only knew what happened
to me in the last few days,' Laura thought.
"Leaders are found on the backs of their inferiors.
So every year, one our top pledges befriends a
freshman from the honor's dorm, gains her trust,
then *ruins* her. Now, I can tell by the look on your
face you think this is horrible. But, how will you
feel when you are CEO of a company and you have to lay
people off or conduct a hostile takeover of the
competition. Leaders have to be willing to make
certain *sacrifices* and this is where the wheat is
separated from the chaff," Terry said seriously, as
she opened up the photo album. "Anyway, it beats
kissing a nasty skull."
She showed Laura after of
in various terrible situations. One was a of
a in jail, below was the comment: Caught with
drugs! Ha ha! Another was naked, dyed purple, and
running through a busy campus. What caught Laura's
attention was that in white letters on the girl's back
it said, "Warning: Victim of Excessive Masturbation".
"Here, let me show you the best," Terry said proudly.
"Feast your eyes on this!" Terry showed Laura a
picture of a pretty, if slightly geeky
girl. She had long dirty-blonde hair and wore
glasses. The was naked and covered in streams of
thick white semen. The jizm was even in her
hair and coating one of the lenses of her glasses.
Behind the girl, there appeared to be a
fucking her from behind. But what really caught
Laura's attention about the was the look of
abject betrayal that blazed from her one visible eye.
Her mouth was open, and it too was full of cum, but
Laura could almost here the screaming, "Why?"
Laura shivered and tried to look away from the
haunting image.
"It's awesome isn't it?" Terry said, "Your took
that picture. She convinced that stupid bitch to blow
the whole Alpha Phi house. She took the the
moment she told the girl, she used her. Hopefully,
you will be able to top that."
Laura nodded her head. She was just thankful she
didn't have to look at the anymore.
"Here's your assignment Laura. Your lives in
room 233, her name is Susan Tyler. We've got her
school records, photo and phone number. Take them,
you may need them." Terry looked closely at the
photo, then back up at Laura. "Funny, if you had dark
hair, glasses, and terrible taste in clothes, you two
could pass for twins," the house president said, as
she passed the folder of materials to Laura. Laura
looked at the photo and indeed the resemblance was
uncanny.
"Laura, just remember to do your homework on this
and don't let your guard down for a minute. These
girls are smart, but emotionally and socially they are
very dumb. Use that to your advantage and you will do
just fine."
Laura secured the folder with shaking hands. The poor
blonde felt cold inside. As helpless as she had been
in the last few days, she had been able to depend on
the compassion of strangers. Now she was expected to
gain a stranger's trust and then betray her. A
painful cramp hit Laura and she wanted desperately to
be somewhere else. Somewhere, where she didn't have
to worry about hurting people and she could feel all
tingly inside again.
Another cramp hit Laura, almost making her double
over. She looked at her watch and she only had a few
more minutes left before the hour was up. "I wish I
could stay longer, but I've really got to go Terry,"
Laura said, putting all the information back in the
folder.
"Are you sure Laura? We have a dinner planned?"
"No, I've really got to go. I want to get started the
project you've given me," Laura almost snapped at the
Terry.
She tried to just leave, but she had to give her good-
byes to what appeared to be the whole sorority.
Finally, she was able to break free from the preppy
bitches and leave. She ran pigeon-toed toward Dr.
Adams's car, as the shocks growing ever more painful.
All of a sudden Laura's worst fears were realized.
"Oh God, not that!" Laura moaned helplessly. Just as
she turned the corner of Dr. Adams car, a shock caused
her bladder to contract, the staining the front
of her dress and pouring down her legs.
Laura squatted down behind the car, as the front and
back of her skirt became dark with urine. She did her
best to hide from the windows of the sorority house,
until the flow stopped.
The car window rolled down and Dr. Adams looked out
curiously at the squatting girl. "What's wrong
sweetie?" she asked innocently.
Laura's face flushed with redness as tears welled up
in her eyes. She looked down at her ruined skirt and
the puddle that had formed underneath her. "I wet
myself," she whispered dejectedly.
To be continued. . .
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