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A Proper Young Man’s Guide to Anal Etiquette – Chapter 3
By: Lord Odie
The Obligatory Disclaimer
The following is a work of pure sexual fiction and is intended for adult audiences ONLY. If you are under the age of 18, please stop reading NOW and go tell your parent and/or guardian that you need stricter internet supervision. Any physical resemblance to a real person that any fictional character herein may bear is probably intentional and is meant as a compliment. Furthermore, all fictional characters in the following fantasy are consenting adults over the age of 18. They are also BDSM professionals and good at what they do. So please, don’t try anything that you’re about to read at home, if such things were even physically possible. If you still insist on trying things at home, please send all pictures and feedback to me about the experience. If I can’t stop you, I can at least make sure you’re doing it right. Consider yourself disclaimed.
3. Human Sociology 204
“And so, science is still trying to understand whether the unprecedented changes in Human evolutionary history over the past century are just nature taking a giant leap forward or intentional genetic modification to our basic genome,” Professor McNally droned on at the front of the class. The attractive, early 30-something 5′ 8″, buxom redhead wore her hair up in a tight bun. Her dark green glasses were purely aesthetic on her cute nose. She wore a tight-fitting, expensive, dark grey skirt suit. The suit’s jacket had wide lapels that ended just below her belly button and were far enough apart to ride on either side of her truly mouthwatering 34I cup tits. The thin white blouse she wore underneath was almost translucent. The black bra she worn underneath that was a 3/4 cup design and held her tits high up on her chest. Matt could see the tops of her large areola’s peaking above her bra’s cups through her ultra-sheer blouse. Professor McNally’s skirt was more conservative and came down to mid-thigh. He could just see the tops of her stockings as she walked on her 6″ high heels.
“So, other than the female to male ratio being at 5-1 and getting less favorable to women by the decade, what are some documented, gender-specific changes we’ve noticed?” she asked to a full, 150-seat theater. After a few seconds of silence, she added, “This stuff is from chapter 7 ‘A Century of Changes’ in your textbooks. It will be on the test next week, you know,” she said, picking up the only physical copy of the text in the room and waving it around threateningly. Just like the digital copies all the students had, the book’s cover was adorned with the full-colored image of three young women in their late-20s walking down a tree-lined sidewalk, smiling and laughing. Each was very attractive and wore very conservative looking clothing that left an abnormal amount of skin to the imagination. A graphical “slash” was torn across the middle of the image starting from just below a Hispanic woman on the left’s shoulder, across a tall thin black woman in the center, to the to the short thick-n-busty redheaded woman on the right’s right knee. Inside the slash was a black and white image of the same three women, but nude. The bases of three rather large anal dildos were visible between the women’s legs, as were the three matching bulges underneath their stomachs. The Hispanic and black woman’s nipples were clamped, while the redhead’s massive tits were both tied at their bases and clamped. Only the Hispanic woman’s urethra was plugged, the black woman’s labia were pierced closed with steel rings, and the redhead’s pussy looked to be leaking cum from a recent encounter. All three cunts were bald. The back of the book had a similar image of the three women from the backside. Each had shapely buttocks that were spread wide from the thick dildos locked in their nether holes. The Hispanic woman’s toned ass cheeks sported crisscrossed welts from a recent caning and the redhead’s arms were bound in revere-prayer position in a leather armbinder underneath her grey sweatshirt. The text’s title was:
The Sexual Dichotomy of Western Women at the Turn of the 22nd Century
Dr. Elizabeth Swanson | Dr. Ewa Wojciechowski
4th Edition
Matt was idly staring at the title page of chapter 7 in the textbook on his tablet. Underneath the ‘A Century of Changes’ title was an animated double image. Both images showed the inside of a gynecologist’s office. The top image was meant to depict the late 20th century from the look of the decor, while the bottom image was a modern office. Both images contained the same three women who were on the cover. In fact, all the still and animated images in the textbook were of the same three models.
In the top image, the redhead reclined in an antique gynecological chair. Her legs were held slightly aloft and apart in eskişehir escort stirrups. Except for her naked legs, she was fully covered in a gown with her hands in her lap. The black woman was fully clothed, dressed as a doctor in a covering lab coat. She was sitting on a comfortable stool peering between the redhead’s spread legs. The Hispanic woman was dressed as a nurse in loose-fitting green scrubs. She stood off to the chair’s side scribing notes on a clipboard. There was line of text at the bottom, “I know the vaginal speculum is uncomfortable, Mrs. Johnson. I’ll be done in a few seconds after I check your cervix. Then we just have a few more questions about your medical history and you should be all done in about 15 minutes and can return to work. Nurse Cruze can schedule your next appointment in a year on your way out.”
In the bottom image, the redhead model was restrained to a modern gynecological chair. Her legs were pulled backwards and to the sides painfully so that her cuffed ankles rested behind the plane of her shoulders. She was completely naked except for her black stockings and high heels. Painful looking clamps adorned each rock-hard nipple, and her urethra was filled with an extra-large catheter that looked to be nearly .75″ wide. A rubber tube ran from the catheter’s base to the base of the thick oral dildo locked down the redhead’s throat. A medical-sized anal speculum pried her ruined asshole into a gaping circle that had to have been well over 6″ wide. The black doctor still wore a medical coat, but it opened in the back like the female medical coats Matt was used to. Underneath the coat, the woman’s short skirt had ridden up her buttocks to reveal the equally large dildo locked into her rectum. She sat on a short stool with her ankles pulled back underneath her and locked to the underside of the seat. A magnetic hardpoint had engaged with her anal dildo and was slowly pistoning it up and down inside her hole. One of the doctor’s hands was buried inside the redhead’s bald cunt while the other furiously worked her penitent’s aroused clit. The Hispanic woman stood off to the side as before, but now wore a white skintight latex minidress that plunged down so far that it didn’t even hide her most of her lacey white bra. The hem of the skirt barely came down far enough to cover her genitals. She was alternating between tapping notes into her tablet and reaching down to tighten the redhead’s nipple clamps. There was another line of text at the bottom of the image reading, “The anal speculum should be nice and painful just the way you like it, Mrs. Johnson. I need you to have another vaginal orgasm so we can make sure you’re producing enough lubricant and ejaculate. Then we’ll fit a nice big medical torture dildo into your colon for some extended anal orgasm observations. You should be all done in three to four hours, but you’ll be pretty wrecked for the next day or so. Nurse Cruze can schedule your next appointment in a month on your way out.”
After a few more seconds, a 20-year-old young man in the third row shouted, “Bigger tits!” a little too loud, turned bright red in embarrassment as the room erupted into muted laughter.
“Calm down now. We’re all adults here,” the professor said as she took a seat at the chair behind the desk on the elevated podium. She had to grunt as her guts were rearranged by the nearly 7.5″ wide, 20″ long dilation plug her boyfriend had locked up her bottom that morning. That diameter was still new to her, and she was having trouble acclimating. “Correct. Through a combination of hormones in our food, Voluptuzym in our water supply and some unknown genetic changes, over the last century, the average cup size in America has gone from a B-cup in the 1990’s to a D-cup in the 2010’s to an F-cup today. And they’ve gotten a lot more sensitive as well,” she added from personal experience.
“Men have larger penises,” replied a young woman in the back. Matt didn’t get to see her amongst the small sea of humanity in the lecture hall.
“Correct again,” Professor McNally said. “Around the turn of the 21st century, the average penis size was about 5.5″. Today, it’s nearly twice that at 10″; and considerably more girthy!” the redhead added as she flexed her buttocks around her almost too large plug. “And the male testicles produce significantly more seminal during an orgasm as well,” she added again
“Which tastes amazing!” a girl from the left side of the room said, and then buried her head in her hands as the room filled with laughter again. From Matt’s angle, he could almost see her ass because her skirt was so short it didn’t even touch the seat she was sitting on.
Professor McNally made a calming notion with her hands to quiet the room once again. “Yes, it certainly does,” she confirmed. She closed her eyes and licked her lips at the memory of how her boyfriend had lovingly scooped his thick load out of her pussy this eskişehir escort bayan morning with a spoon and fed it to her after their morning sex session. It was a non-too-subtle gesture that was missed by zero of the students. Her boyfriend normally came down her throat but sometimes he got a little too excited. “And it makes your hair shiny as well,” she added.
“Is that why your hair looks so amazing?” another girl in the front whose blouse was so low that her half-exposed H-cup tits were in serious danger of popping out asked to more laughter.
It was Professor McNally’s turn to blush this time. “Well, yes,” she said meekly to yet more laughter before she finally motioned for quiet.
Matt was only half paying attention. This was just the fourth lecture of the semester, and he was already bored. But this elective filled the last Humanities slot on his bingo sheet, and he needed it to graduate. This class was almost entirely female and all the girls in the class wore revealing, barely legal attire meant to draw attention to their tits and asses. He loved the free show, but he was just annoyed that he had to sit through a boring lecture to enjoy it.
“Dating sucks now!” stated a frustrated looking young woman in the front row. Matt could see the petite blond girl had maybe D cup tits covered by a narrow tube top that left the tops and bottoms of her smallish breasts exposed. “I swallow a dozen or so loads of cum every week and still can’t get a date on the weekends!” A chorus of agreement ran through the mostly female students.
“Well, yes,” agreed the redheaded professor. “I think I basically subsisted on cum for most of my 20’s before I got a serious boyfriend,” she admitted. “But it did save a lot on my grocery bill!” she added as a joke, which got a chorus of additional laughter from around the room. Although, it was half true. She did feel a hint of embarrassment, but they’d already just established she ate cum. “While this really isn’t an evolutionary change, it is a significant cultural one! With the disparity of men to women in the world, and with most women still being nominally heterosexual, competition for the available men is beyond fierce! Even in a relatively prudish society such as the United States, this competition can make things turn improper quickly. Scantily clad women walking around a campus is just one example. That we’re willing to drop to our knees or open our legs at a moment’s notice just to get our foot in the door and get a male’s attention can seem reasonable at the time. Older people in relationships tend to just roll their eyes at this objectionable behavior and tout the line, ‘Girls will be girls.'” McNally continued.
“So, when are your orifice hours?” asked a young man in the second row jokingly as giggles went around the class.
Professor McNally rolled her dazzling green eyes. “My office hours are from 1:00 to 3:00. My orifice hours are reserved for my boyfriend,” she stated firmly, staring the younger boy down disapprovingly. She didn’t add that her orifice hours were also open to both of her mothers, her two sisters, her boyfriend’s parents, and their roommate Clare.
“What else?” the redhead asked once the room was back under control.
“Men have gotten a lot more assertive, aggressive and sadistic, while women have gotten significantly more docile and masochistic,” a girl said two seats down from Matt. He only grinned at the observation.
“Yes. Yes, they have,” the busty professor confirmed. “And yes, we have too,” she confirmed again. “While some of the latter can be attributed to commonly prescribed Masomaxicin, that’s not the entire reason. We’re still not clear what the main reason is. And we have no idea why men have changed so much but it’s true as well.”
Matt turned to give the speaker a glance, and then turned back. The young woman wore a simple looking neck to ankle black dress and a black bonnet. Wisps of reddish-brown hair could just barely be seen underneath. Other than her face, neck and hands, she had no skin showing. It took Matt a few seconds for her attire to register. Ah! A Bensonite! He had to scan his memory to remember what he’d heard about them. Today, most people were either agnostic or atheist. But there were still some various religious sects here and there. Bensonism were a quasi-Christian religion. Though, some might classify it as more of a cult. They mostly kept to themselves and dressed in plain outdated clothes similar to the Amish. They weren’t as numerous as other religious sects but still had strong followings in some areas. Matt had heard that there was a large Bensonite community just to the west of the city. Although, he rarely left the city limits and had never really spent much time out in the country. So, he didn’t know for certain.
From what he’d heard, the whole lot of them were rumored to be very prudish, stuck-up, and old-fashioned. They didn’t escort eskişehir curse, drink, or smoke, they still considered sex taboo, they went to church twice a week, and they were expected to be virgins when they got married. Virgins, if you could believe it! Virgins!!! And on top of that, they were expected to practice monogamy! Matt didn’t know if he believed all the crazy rumors though. No one could possibly be that backwards in the modern era! It would be the 22nd century in a few years for fuck’s sake! If even half of the rumors were true, Matt couldn’t see why anyone would possibly stay in that religion.
Eyeing the young woman up and down, Matt wondered how many of the rumors were actually true. Not many, he supposed. She seemed plenty pretty and obviously had a huge rack that was impossible to hide underneath that unflattering dress. Other than her fully covered but sizable tits, she looked to be quite skinny with maybe only medium wide hips, but it was hard to tell for certain, and it was impossible to say what her ass or legs might look like. Unlike every other young woman in the room, her goods weren’t on full display. Before he knew it, Matt was staring as he attempted to guess what was under that dress. After maybe a minute or so, the young woman must have felt his eyes upon her and turned to face him. She smiled cutely before returning her attention to the professor. Okay, very pretty! Matt corrected himself now that he had gotten a full view of her. She had that hot-girl-next-door look that he loved! She kind of reminded him of Jessi a little bit, but with big tits!
Despite himself, Matt felt his face blush. What the fuck?
He was intrigued though. And the fact that he was, confused him. There was no reason he should give her the time of day. She was in all likelihood the only woman in the room – other than Professor McNally – who wouldn’t be willing to swallow his cock within a minute of him asking. And maybe that’s what intrigued him… The actual challenge?
“We don’t have gag reflexes anymore,” said some girl in the row in front of Matt. He didn’t even notice her. His thoughts were on the Bensonite girl.
“Well, that’s more of a case of practice makes perfect than a genetic change,” Professor McNally replied. “But it is certainly true,” she confirmed to even more laughter from the room full of uncomfortable and increasingly horny young people.
“Did you have a proper upbringing, Professor McNally?” came a question from a female student somewhere from the back of the room, eliciting a slight chuckle from the students.
The busty professor just smiled, “Well, obviously! I mean, who in this room hasn’t?”
“Am I a lesbian because I like having sex with other women?” another female student asked from somewhere behind Matt.
“Well, now we’re getting off topic,” Professor McNally said. “That’s not really something covered by chapter 7 in your textbooks. That’s covered in chapter… 15 I believe. So, we’ll get to that in a couple of weeks.”
Matt idly scrolled the textbook on his tablet to chapter 15. The chapter’s title was, ‘The New Normal of Female Heterosexuality’. Below the title, the textbook had a full-page looping image of the same redhead and the Hispanic women from the cover laying on a bed engaged in a passionate 69, greedily sucking each other’s cunts. The black woman was pounding a vicious looking strap-on that had to have been 6.25″ thick into the redhead’s broken asshole from behind. The line of text at the bottom of the image read, “Hurray up and cum already, Amy! I have a date with Michael tonight and need to start getting ready in an hour. And I really need my asshole plowed out before he shows up! I’m meeting his parents tonight for the first time and want to be as relaxed as I can be.”
“But no. You’re not a lesbian just because you like having sex with other women,” the busty professor continued. “For most of us, sex with our mothers and sisters will be our first intimate encounters, and that is completely natural, healthy, and encouraged by most medical professionals. Even for the lucky few women who are in a serious stable heterosexual relationship – like myself,” she added unnecessarily, “We still have sex with women at two or three times as much as men. But that doesn’t make us homosexual. A woman can adore the taste and texture of pussy and still be straight,” she concluded.
Matt glanced around himself quickly. All the women in the room seemed to be nodding in agreement. Even the Bensonite woman.
* * *
“Hello, I’m Matt,” he said, introducing himself to the young Bensonite woman as class dismissed.
“So you are,” she replied with a smile, locking her tablet before sliding it into her bag and turning to leave. The image of the three young women on the eBook’s cover flashed briefly on the screen before the slab of plastic disappeared.
“Wait… Umm… Come here often?”
She stopped. “What?”
Matt’s face reddened. “Umm… Class?”
The young woman stared at him, not knowing how to respond. “It’s the fourth class of the semester… What?”
The pair spent several seconds looking at each other awkwardly before Matt laughed, followed by the Bensonite.
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