Camilla Ch. 018
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“You’re hot for me?” Camilla asked with a shudder.
“Why shouldn’t I be?” Ms. Callahan asked. “You are sooooo easy on the eye. Yes, I conform to the radical feminist stereotype: I am a lesbian. Come on, you, off with your clothes, if you and Candice want to graduate.”
This was a first for Camilla: not wanting to show someone her naked body. Normally she loved to see the thrill in people’s eyes as she revealed the delicious candy she had hidden under her bra and panties…if she was displaying herself to people she liked. But Camilla hated Ms. Callahan, for the sour teacher resembled Camilla’s mother both in body and in personality, always berating the girl and interfering. Camilla felt almost as though she was about to be sexually abused.
Camilla’s shorts fell to the floor, and Callahan ogled her student’s pubic hair, deliberately as if she were a lecherous old man. “You have the cutest little pubic hair,” Callahan grunted.
Camilla, with her lip quivering, looked away to the wall as she pulled up her shirt, for she didn’t want to see Callahan’s face as she bared her breasts. For once, she didn’t shake them when the shirt came off.
“Oh, Camilla,” Callahan moaned in awe at the flawless bosom in front of her. “They’re sensational.” Tears started running down Camilla’s cheeks as she kicked off her shoes. “I knew you were beautiful, but I never imagined a girl could be this lovely. Turn around, baby; let me see the rest of you.”
Fully-nude Camilla turned around so Callahan could see her buttocks. “Oh, yeah,” Callahan growled in the voice of a lustful male viewer of pornography. “Baby got back!” Camilla shivered and shrieked when Callahan caressed her buttocks, where her anal cleft spread out to her horizontal gluteal crease. “Bend over, cupcake: let’s see what goodies you have down there.”
Audibly sobbing, Camilla opened her legs in a Lambda shape and bent over so Callahan could see her anus and vulva. For the first time in her life, Camilla felt sexually humiliated. How awful it was that this sow of a woman, a self-styled feminist, was objectifying her!
Eyeing Camilla’s anus for the first time, Callahan mocked, “Wow, so that’s what you poop through.” The lecherous English and drama teacher chuckled to herself. “And what a pretty pussy you have.” Callahan then stroked Camilla’s vulva. Looking back at Callahan upside-down from between her wide-open legs, Camilla could only frown, her tears dripping on and off her eyebrows. “OK, sweetie, get up and on the desk and spread ’em.” Callahan spanked the girl’s behind as she straightened up and crawled on the desk. Camilla got on her back and spread her legs. Callahan bent over and brought her face closer to Camilla’s vulva. “You see, Camilla, the way you now feel is how women do when they are forced to have sex with men they don’t like: degraded,” Callahan explained before giving Camilla’s clitoris a few licks. “That’s why you shouldn’t be a tramp; it encourages the potential rapist in all men.” Callahan licked Camilla a few more times and said, “You slut it up for the men you like, but one day the men–and women like me–that you don’t like will force themselves on you.” After a few more licks, Callahan added, “and sometimes the man you tempt rapes other women, the respectable ones.” She sucked and licked Camilla’s clitoris some more, then said, “Are you enjoying this? You should: I’m Harriet Callahan the horniest clit-ma’am.” She continued licking.
Something surprising was happening to Camilla: she was actually starting to enjoy the oral sex! Once again, a woman’s sensitivity was proved best for performing cunnilingus. Camilla started sighing and squealing with pleasure; another first that day–‘Dirty Harriet’ was making Camilla feel good! Encouraged and moaning herself, the teacher licked, sucked, kissed, and gently nibbled casino şirketleri with more enthusiasm now. Thus absorbed in her virtual devouring of Camilla’s genitals, Callahan didn’t notice her unlikely lover turn on a digital camera set to take video of Callahan going down on her. Stopping to take licks between each phrase, Callahan said, “Men…can’t give women pleasure…the way a woman can…Men have sex…only for…their own pleasure…” Callahan never looked up from Camilla’s vulva, so Camilla could freely record Callahan’s face and voice, as well as the rest of the room so it would be visually evident to the first-time viewer that the sex was happening in their school.
“Oh, Ms. Callahan,” Camilla moaned very articulately for the camera. “Ms. Callahan!” Camilla was approaching orgasm.
“Men are so selfish…,” Callahan continued, alternating licks with phrases. “They humiliate women…coming on girls’ faces…they love doing…that to women: disgusting!…” Just then, Camilla sprayed her orgasm all over Callahan’s face. (Camilla loved doing…that to Callahan.)
“What the f…!” Callahan yelled in disgust, getting up quickly as Camilla safely hid her camera in her purse. Callahan frantically grabbed some Kleenex from the box on the desk to wipe her face clean. Camilla fought back her laughter, saying, “Sorry, ma’am. I’m a gusher.”
After removing the worst of the mess, Callahan stormed out of the office in extreme embarrassment, leaving the door wide open. Camilla remained lying naked, spread-eagle on the desk, laughing loudly and uncontrollably for several minutes. “Everything that goes around, comes around,” she said, and laughed some more. Then Candice and Mr. Pierce came in the room, surprised yet aroused to see Camilla lying as she was. Camilla merrily said, “Hi guys. Let’s fuck.”
That night in their apartment, Camilla and Candice were waiting for Mr. Leroy to arrive. Candice would leave soon after to go to her boyfriend’s apartment, but Camilla wanted her to be with them briefly when Leroy arrived.
“Remember to open my butt-cheeks when you grab my ass,” Camilla, naked as always, told Candice. “I want him to see my asshole. He likes it.”
“Why do you indulge guys like that?” Candice asked as she tickled Camilla’s clitoris.
“‘Cause it pleases them,” Camilla sighed.
“Why is ‘pleasing men’ so important to you? What about pleasing yourself?” Hearing the doorbell, Candice went to open the door.
“Pleasing men is pleasing myself. By turning men on, I build a tower from the flaccid. It’s the art of sexual architecture.”
“I see,” Candice laughed as she opened the door. “Hi Mr. Leroy. Come on in.” He walked in, nervous to know Candice knew about him and Camilla. “Don’t worry, sir; I won’t tell anyone.” Candice went behind Camilla, put her arms around her, and started fondling her breasts. “You’re gonna have soooo much fun with this body, sir.” Camilla turned around so Candice could open her buttocks and expose her anus to Leroy, who was practically drooling at the lesbian pageant before his mesmerized eyes. The girls pecked each other on the lips a few times, and after letting Candice tickle her clitoris, Camilla walked over to the door to close it. She saw Dr. Singh opening his door across the hall, and she casually walked into the hallway to let him look at and briefly fondle her naked body. In ‘Marilyn’s’ breathy voice, she promised she’d make some time to see Singh again soon. As they were talking, that other neighbour with his door ajar, the man in the room opposite Singh’s and next to Camilla’s, was ogling her body and Singh’s roving hands.
Camilla said good night to Singh, smiled at the other neighbour, and went back into her apartment. As Candice walked to the door with her purse, she said, “Mr. Leroy, casino firmaları have fun with her, but be gentle, okay? Don’t hurt her or anything.”
“Of course,” he said, and Candice left, closing the door behind her.
Dinner would be ready in a few minutes, so as they waited, Camilla posed erotically for Leroy, who sat on the sofa. Camilla bent over, her legs wide open in a Lambda, and happily exposed her anus and vulva for him. Looking back at him upside-down from between her legs, she could only smile. He just enjoyed the show.
Dinner was then ready, and they sat and ate.
“You got 100 on your oral test,” he said.
“Hooray!” Camilla cheered and giggled in the voice of ‘Dolly’. They continued eating and chatting about various things about school, her always in the persona of ditzy ‘Dolly’, with her high-pitched voice. When they finished dinner and put the plates in the kitchen sink, Camilla felt a rumbling in her bowels. “Oh, no!” she squeaked. “I have to go poo-poo!” She wiggled her behind in a dance.
“Can I watch?” he asked.
“But it’s so icky-smelling,” she said with a ‘confused’ look as they went in the bathroom.
“Not if you do it, goddess, I’m sure,” he insisted as she sat on the toilet.
“Oh, that’s so sweet,” she said with a grin, as if he’d complimented her eyes. First she urinated with her legs open for him to see. She looked up at him innocently, as if there were nothing at all embarrassing about someone watching her pee. This was easy for her; she was used to it. When the faeces came out, however, she–staying in character as ‘Dolly’–fought hard to hide her embarrassment and nervousness at first, naturally assuming he’d grimace at the odour. But the coprophiliac obviously liked the smell! He clearly also liked the plopping sound as well as the sound of her breaking wind. For Leroy, the experience of her flawless, peach-coloured, curvaceous nude body sitting on the toilet, her round buttocks caressing the seat, juxtaposed with the crude odours and sounds of nature, was extremely arousing. On the other hand, this was the most bizarre sexual experience Camilla had had yet! Still, always in her ‘Dolly’ persona, she kept the innocent, unabashed look on her face as she looked up at him, lips pursed and eyes wide open, soon perfectly confident that Leroy was loving every second of her defecation. When she finished, he asked if he could wipe her clean. “OK,” ‘Dolly’ intoned in a singsong voice, as if she were simply letting him get a chair for her. She got on all fours on the floor in front of the still-unflushed toilet. He got some toilet paper as she pushed her behind out so he could see her muddy anus. She looked back at him, always in her ‘Dolly’ face as he carefully and thoroughly wiped the brown off her anus. “Why do you like that?” she asked, as if he were a boy playing with an unusual toy. “Poo is so icky.”
“Not if it’s your poo,” he insisted. “I wanna worship you, lovely sex-goddess Camilla, all of you, even your dirtiest parts. If I can’t appreciate your lowest aspects, I won’t be worthy of your loftiest ones.”
“You are so sweet, sir,” she said, grinning from ear to ear. “Now I’ve got to be really clean. I need an enema.” She got her aluminum enema nozzle from the medicine cabinet while he looked adoringly at her droppings in the toilet water. As she got the nozzle ready, she tried to hide her sneers at his paraphilia. When the nozzle was ready, she handed it to him and asked, “Can you put it in?”
“With pleasure,” he said, and put the nozzle in her anus; then she squatted over the toilet. She stroked his crotch: he had quite an impressive erection, long and thick, and his excitement was all because of her faeces! The liquid went in: she felt cramping, a powerful peristalsis, extreme urgency and a complete and speedy evacuation güvenilir casino of all the brown that was left in her lower intestinal tract; she moaned with pleasure–she loved that sensation. He had his strange paraphilia; she had hers.
She went in the shower and briefly washed the urine off her vulva; she also soaped up her anus so it would have a nice, fresh smell. She rinsed, got out and dried herself off, and he finally flushed the toilet. She sprayed the bathroom with air freshener, then they went into the bedroom. She got on the bed on all fours with her legs spread wide open and her behind pushed out so he could see her vulva and her wide-open anus–clean as a whistle, inside and out. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his fully-erect penis. “Let me show you another use for the anus,” he said.
“Stuff only goes out of it, though, not in,” ‘Dolly’ said ‘naively’, with pursed lips.
“Let me show you ‘going in it’,” he said, pressing his knob against her anus.
“OK,” ‘Dolly’ said as though she were merely trying a new kind of tea. Only willing to go so far with pretending to be the ingenue who’s never had anal sex before, she reached for some anal lube in her bedside table drawer. She gave it to him, he lubed his phallus and her rectum, and slowly slid inside.
“Oooh,” she squealed in near whistle register as he went all the way in. He was so long, it seemed to her as if he were almost touching her stomach; this was also the widest her anus had been stretched open. She kept squealing each time he went out and back in, her eyes widening in ‘surprise’ at the ‘novel’ sensation, though the only novelty for her was his massive size. He saw her ‘surprised Dolly’ face in the mirror on the wall over the head of the bed. He knew the obviously intelligent girl was just pretending to be ditzy, but he loved it all the same; she, the consummate actress, knew how to be any man’s fantasy.
“Oh, that’s…so tight,” he grunted. “How does…it feel…for you?”
“Like a great…big poop…coming back…in after…I poo-poo,” she sighed, though of course his huge phallus didn’t feel that way at all: she just said that to please him. And he was pleasing her: his phallus rubbed against the anal wall that was next to her vaginal wall; it was like indirect vaginal sex with a well-endowed man. As he kept on digging inside her, she noticed a small hole just between the mirror and the head of the bed. Inside the hole was a hidden camera, like those Mr. Pierce had installed in the girls’ shower room. The voyeuristic next-door neighbour was filming their sex. Let him enjoy himself, Camilla thought.
After a few more minutes of anal probing, Leroy was close to orgasm. He pulled his penis out of her anus and asked her to turn around. She quickly did, and he gently brought her head down to his phallus. He pushed the tip against her mouth, and ‘Dolly’ compliantly opened her mouth to take in his erection. She tickled his scrotum and looked up to his eyes as she sucked on his phallus, intermittently deep-throating it. She made sure their positions on the bed were such that the neighbour could clearly see what they were doing. As she looked up into his eyes, her eyes asked him if her mouth was pleasing him, and how she could please his phallus more. Her lips and tongue expertly slid up and down his member, her tongue tickling and her lips caressing. Her fingers tapped his testicles, and her fingernails gently scratched his scrotum.
“I’m gonna come,” he groaned.
Pretending not to hear him or know what was happening, she asked, “Hmm?” after suddenly letting his phallus out of her mouth, but keeping it aimed at her face as she stroked it. He immediately inundated her face with his come.
“Aaah!” she screamed and giggled each time a splash of come splattered on her face, as if she were a little girl laughing as a friend squirted her face with a squirt-gun. “My face is all gooey!” ‘Dolly’ giggled some more.
“Beautiful,” Leroy said as he looked at her dripping wet face.
Everything that goes around, comes around.
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