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CHAPTER 22                             DOING IT CANDY'S WAY

SEX EDUCATION CLASS                     By Master Blaster


    You are sitting at your desk on a Friday morning when the

phone rings.  I say "Time for another adventure."  Immediately

you feel a warmth between your legs beginning to grow as out past

excursions are brought to mind.  "Did you ever had sex education

back when you were in school?"  A lump forms in your throat as

you say the word "No."  Meet me out front at noon, and report off

this afternoon, I tell you.  Will you be the instructor or the

student? you think to yourself as you get ready to leave.  You

stuff your bra and panties in your purse while in the ladies

room.  You look down and see your nipples hardening as the thin

fabric of your blouse affords any who wish to look a translucent

view of your breast and their darkening end plates.  As you leave

the building and wait out front for me to arrive, you feel the

stairs from nearly all that walk by.  Then the all to familiar

liquid flowing from your cunt, down your thigh.

    I then pull up and reach across the seat and pop open your

door.  You instinctively raise your skirt to the level of your

waste before fastening your seat belt.  The seat belt keeps it

from falling back down, and thus exposing your shaven pussy for

any that look into the car.  You then unbutton all but the bottom

two buttons of your blouse, making them dangerously close to

falling free.  I then say "All the buttons this time," as your

fingers nervously undo them also.  Now, any movement on your

part, other than sitting up straight will cause them to be

exposed.

    We drive up to the high school on the north end of town.  It

is a small school with about 150 total students in all four

grades.  You button your blouse and lower your skirt as you exit

the car and enter one of the empty class rooms by way of a fire

escape door, so we are not seen by anyone.  The room looks like a

biology class room except for the special exam table.  It looks

similar to some of the ones you've been strapped to before,

except this one has wheels and some type of hinged box like

attachment on the end just above the headrest.  The headrest is

more of the type used in a dentist chair rather than the standard

pillow of an examination table.  I tell you to strip off your

cloths and get on the table, as the bell rings signalling the

end of the class period.  You look at me in utter amazement,

because you know that the students will be walking in at any

moment.  "Now," I say, pulling out a ball gag from my pocket.

You a matter of seconds you are naked and being strapped onto the

all too familiar table.  I place the ball in your mouth secure it

with the strap.  I then swing the box down over your head and

snapping it into place.  It has three sides and a small velvet

like curtain like end that covers your neck.  The inside is lined

with red velvet to help absorb sound.  Since there is no bottom

you have plenty of air and some light.  "This will provide you

anonymity for you," I say, pinching your tits and then saying

"Good bye."  You hear the fire escape door open and close just

seconds before the class room door opens and the voices of many

students enter, then, all of a sudden, the voices stop.

    A thousand erotic scenarios rush through your mind as remain

motionless, bound by your straps.  You can see the light in the

box changing as the shadows pass close by.  You hear some low

mumbling and then you start to feel some fingers on your arm.

Then you feel more people touching your stomach, then your

breast, and finally over your shaven pussy.  You moan into the

ball but know no one will hear.  There must be at least a dozen

hands on you, groping, feeling, tweaking, and pinching, as soft

or as hard as they wish, for, since you are bound you are power-

less to do anything to stop them.  You feel an orgasm fast

approaching with all the stimulation you are receiving.  Then,

without any kind of warning, someone says "Teacher," and they all

scurry to their seats, leaving you at the brink of a tremendous

orgasm.  You strain at your bonds, trying to get a release from

your present plateau.  You hear the teacher close the door and

walk over to your table, and say "Good we have one that's been

shaved already."  He then goes on to his desk and starts talking

to the class about the current home work assignment or something.

    It's about fifteen minutes later when you hear him returning

to your side and talking about the female reproductive system.

You then hear a snap as the whole bottom part of the table falls

away leaving no support from your waste down, except for the

stirrups.  Next you hear the click of a switch and feel your arms

being drawn outward by a small electric motor.  Once they are

perpendicular to your body, they stop and another motor starts

up, this one pulling the stirrups up and out.  You are now more

exposed than you have ever been before, on display for all in the

class to see.  You are now very thankful for the box that covers

your face, as you feel your face turning red. Another switch is

clicked and still another motor starts, but this time you feel

the table standing you up as it runs.  When you are almost fully

upright, he then stops and asks for some volunteers to help.  The

first student is asked to use a marker and draw the female

reproductive organs on your shin in their approximate location.

He takes the markers and uses them very skillfully on you, and

what you originally thought would have been boring is now star

ting to turn you on.  By the time they have all drawn on you, you

are again dripping with anticipation.  You hear the instructor

say something about foreplay and what is the best method to use

on the breast.  Some of the students are saying kissing, others

pinching, and still others say biting.  "We will just have to try

ALL of those methods, and see which has the greatest effect on

our subject," the instructor says.  You then feel him attaching a

series of electrodes and sensors on your body to measure heart

rate, breathing, and beta brain waves.  He now calls for two of

the students up and trying the method they suggested.  He gives

them each a breast and tells them to start.  You feel the one on

your left give it a hard slap, then another and another.  They

then start running something like a feather over it.  It has

become so very sensitive you can hardly stand it.  You bite hard

into the ball trying to dull the sensations, but it doesn't help.

The person on the right tit is gently kissing and applying little

butterfly licks with sucking and blowing. After five minutes the

instructor calls time and invites them to switch breast.  The

room starts to spin, as you vaguely hear him say "Next two," and

they are replaced with a couple of super suckers.  You feel your

nipples swell to their very limit, then they draw back their

heads causing your tits to be stretched outward almost to the

point of pain, before the suction of their mouths lets go.  The

one on the left starts to bite your nipple, causing you to wince

a little, while the right is getting pinched between sucks.  The

fact that you are a total captive in the situation, and are a

sexual slave to any whim they might have, causes you to be

incredibly turned on.  Your mind is in a quandary, wondering

which stimulation to focus on, as pair after pair of students has

a turn at your tits.  You drift off into an erotic dream like

state, vaguely aware of anything until you heat the instructor

talking again, and realize they have stopped, leaving you in

little more than a jello like state, needing an orgasm more than

you ever have before in your life.

    You feel the instructor striking your stomach with a pointer

and talking about intercourse.  You then hear the familiar sound

of the motor and feel your thighs being spread even more than

they were before.  You feel him opening your outer lips and

exposing your clit for everyone to look at.  You feel your face

turning a bright red, but the box is hiding it all. He starts to

tell the students about the different methods of stimulating it,

when you feel him take it between his fingers and start flicking

it with his thumb.  He brings you to the very edge of the orgasm

you have been awaiting, then suddenly stops.  You then realize he

is doing it on purpose, torturing you with pleasure.  It is to

the point where your pussy is wanting relief so bad it almost

hurts.  He then says he will demonstrate using an artificial organ

to simulate actual intercourse.  Yes! your mind says, yes, fuck

me with a dildo, fuck me with anything, just fuck me! Please!

    It is almost electric when you feel the head finally touch

your lips and easily open them.  Your hips involuntarily jump

forward, trying to engulf the massive organ in one giant swallow.

As the instructor continues pressing it deeper and deeper into

you, the orgasm slowly starts to explode.  First you feel it

throughout you cunt, like someone just poured fire and ice with a

little electricity mixed in, on it.  Your toes start curling so

strong your foot and leg muscles start cramping, and there is

nothing you can do.  Your nipples feel as if someone is giving

them continuous shocks of electricity, while all your limbs

suddenly go rigid, and your mind feels as if it has left your body

and is hovering over the table.  Everything suddenly goes black as

you proceed to pass out.

    As you awaken, you feel yourself, still attached to the cart,

being wheeled down the hall by someone from the class.  You feel

a sheet covering your body as you try and move.  The students

pushing you sees you moving, or trying to and says that the class

instructor was a little concerned when you had such a violent

reaction when he shoved that rubber cock up your cunt he thought

it might be a good idea if Janet and I took you to the school

nurse. She says that she was really envious of you and you must

have felt tremendously sexy during the whole ordeal.  Maybe

someday we can trade places she says.  Instantly your mind starts

to conjure up on ideas on just how this could be done.

    They wheel you to the school nurse's office and find that the

door is locked.  You hear the two girls discussing wether to

leave you there or take you some other place.  You hear them

decide to leave a note for the nurse wedged in the door, and take

you down to the girls locker room, and leave you there.  You feel

the cart being wheeled down halls and through doors, until you

nose picks up the sent of a locker room.  You hear the girls

talking with some guys, then feel the sheet being lifted, putting

you, once again on display for all to see.  The girls giggle as

you listen to the boys trying to pursued them to put you in their

locker room, rather than the girls.  They instead invite the boys

to help them wheel you into the girls locker, to which they

quickly accept.  Once inside you feel hands caressing you, get

ting you hot all over again.  The hands start pinching your

breasts and pulling your lips, then you feel the same rubber cock

that set you off just minuets before.  They twist and turn it as

they insert and withdraw it in and out of your cunt.  Your brea-

thing has increased to a fever pace, until in one quick motion it

leaves your pussy and is shoved deep within your hot and tight

ass hole.  Again you scream and bite into the ball gag, but find

that you are totally helpless to do anything about anything.

They bring you almost to an orgasm, then stop, not to torment

you, but to fuck each other, as you hear the all to familiar

sounds of fucking and sucking around you.

    As both couples cum, you feel them cover you back up and

leave you for the school nurse to find.  What will she think when

she finds you.  Well wonder is about all you can do in your pre-

sent state, still bound to the table, spread eagle, and a rubber

cock in your ass.

    Well you find yourself there for several hours, listening to

class after class until a strange silence comes in and you figure

they have all gone home for the weekend, with no one other than

myself knowing where you are.  Several hours pass and you hear

some people enter the outer part of the girls locker room, and

you then feel a sense of relief, knowing that you will be found.

You listen to what is being said in the outer room, and figure

out that they are a visiting boys basketball team, and have come

for a game.  You again struggle violently to free yourself, but

again the bonds are too strong and tight for any type of escape.

You hear one of the boys enter the room your in and say, "Hey

guys, look and see the present they left us."  You then heat the

whole team come in and can see the reflection of a dozen or so

shadows in the box over your face.  You then feel hands pulling

and tweaking your tits, and the dildo jerked from your ass, but

quickly replaced with a hard cock in your pussy. You quickly cum

again and again, as the first cock sprays hot cum in you, then is

replaced with another, and another.  You feel everyone on the

team fuck you sweet pussy and ass time after time until they and

you are totally spent.  You then drift off into a blissful sleep

until you feel a shower being sprayed in your face.

    You open your eyes to see me standing there, holding the cart

under the shower, realizing that I had removed the box from your

face, and the warm mist both reviving you and washing off the cum

from the basketball team.  I then proceed to explain that it

wasn't all that hard to find you, after seeing the conference

basketball champions scoring only 16 points the whole game,

against a team that hadn't won a game in three years, I knew there

had to be something strange going on.  You start to squirm a bit

as I use the shower nozzle to wash the remaining cum from your

cunt.  I deliberate select the head to "Pulse" as I move it to

your love button, watching you moan in delight. "Remove the

bonds, I want to make love," you say to me with dreamy eyes.

"Later," I reply, "We will fuck first!" as you watch me pull off

my cloths and reveal one of the hardest boners I have ever had.

You lightly bite your lower lip as you feel it start to separate

your pussy lips, for you know this will be a fuck of passion and

release.  We then proceed to make hot passionate love till the

small hours of the morning.

    Upon the completion of the last fuck, you realize that your

cloths are in the locked biology class room, and you have nothing

to wear except a smile till we get to the car.  It is already

late, so we make a dash through the school to get to the door.

The janitor sees us, but since your pussy is hairless, he just

thinks we are a couple of kids, releasing some normal hormonal

energy, and doesn't bother to even look a second time, trying to

avoid any involvement that could complicate his job.

    Once in the car, I cuff your arms to the head rest and pro-

ceed to drive you around town for display for a while.  By the

time we reach your apartment, you are wet again.  I then reach

over and remove the cuffs and give you a hot wet passionate kiss

and open the door.  Since it is just getting dawn, there is more

than enough light to see you especially with both the apartment

lights and sun light, so you ask me to borrow a shirt or some-

thing to cover you till you get inside your apartment.  I just

give you a little smile and say, "No, of course not, you must do

it on your own."  You look a bit disappointed, but decide to just

make a quick run for it, till you see I've parked two blocks from

your particular apartment.  You give me a knowing smile and turn

and walk at a normal, pace down the side walk, just as if there

is nothing wrong.  I sit in my car with my cock straining at my

zipper, enjoying the people stair at you.  I know that you too

are enjoying it and will have a very intense masturbation session

when you get home.  I wait till you safely enter your apartment

before driving away.