Keywords: M/F, MM/F, teen, oral, anal Author: W R Jenkins Title: Mrs. Neuman- Confronting Title IX Disclaimer:(standard) Do not screw up. Do not do anything illegal. This includes specifically (but not limited to) reading on if you are under 18- 21 in some localities If you are underage you must leave now. If you're young and curious, this is not the place to get the straight story. You act like this and people will look at you strange and give you a wide berth. Also, don't try this at home. Some of this stuff is just plain wrong, most of it is unsafe in the present viral climate and some of it doesn't work in this universe. They are stories. They deal with ideas, fantasies and thoughts that might not even be pleasant in real life. Thoughts are like that. Fantasies are there so we can toy with the sensations without feeling or inflicting the pain, despair or humiliation. End Sermon. Disclaimer:(special) All characters appearing in my mind for depiction in this story were over 18 at the time of appearing. All conduct imagined after July 3, 1995 involved characters that were over 18 at the time, regardless of the character depicted. All records are on file at the point of the character's origination i.e. my mind. Mrs. Neuman - Confronting Title IX - (Neuman2.txt) - Mrs. Neuman (really Miss Albitranz, Greg Neuman doesn't exist) provides a valuable service preparing young men for life. So what about gender equality? Mr. Dickman comes to town to work on that very issue. M/F, teen, oral, anal P.S. The ending is really, really lame. It's so lame it's kinda funny. However, I don't think of it as a flaw, but rather a measure of the depth of the increasing insanity of the main story. Mrs. Neuman Confronting Title IX Emma Neuman was wondering how long it would be before Mr. Diddle wanted her to replace Jenny Nosesnooter. The principal had been quenching his burning desire to screw students in Jenny's ass long enough that Emma knew he would miss it now Jenny was graduated. She could understand that. And Jenny had been her offering to Diddle in place of herself, so she could understand that he would turn to her for a replacement. She just wasn't ready to let Diddle fuck her in the ass all the time, no matter how used to it she got when Diddle visited her at her home. For goodness sake! It was a new year. There was a whole class of poor, untutored, clueless young men that she needed to service... er... attend to. And there were some of the younger ones she already had penciled in that were finally mature enough for her special instruction. She would be busy enough without having to work Diddle into her schedule. Doug, bless his soul, probably wasn't necessary any more since everyone knew Mrs. Neuman was untouchable (except by those she told to touch her), but she wasn't giving up that fine black cock or the enthusiastic black man that used it. She and Diddle had an understanding, but she liked Doug. Emma sat tapping her pencil on a completed lesson plan and thinking. At least she wasn't feeling the prep days were a waste of time as she usually did. There was a lot of preparation to do that had nothing to do with lesson plans she had finished months before. "Mrs. Neuman?" said a voice at her door. Emma looked up. She was struck my the man's nose. It was thin and almost turned up like a girl's. His mouth was a little feminine too, a bit full and bow-shaped, but his eyes were dark and had a spark in them. All in all he was good looking, if a bit 'pretty'. "Hello, I'm Anderson Dickman, but most people call me Andy," he introduced himself. "Mr. Diddle said I should meet you because we're teaching the same subject." A normal meeting in the first week of school, a new teacher introducing himself, but there was more happening than the surface revealed. After all, English and Civics are not the same subject. "Oh come, my dear, you're an intelligent woman, college-educated I suppose, although I'm not sure anyone really checks anymore," Mr. Dickman said in response to her surprise, "It's not those subjects that we share. It's the other things you teach." Mrs. Neuman was instantly on alert. It was deadly obvious what he meant. She was frightened by why he was bringing it up. The best she could think was that this Mr. Dickman, this Andy wanted to share in Mr. Diddle's reward for keeping his silence. The rest was worse. He was going to turn her in. He was going to publicize her private instructions with her students. She feared he wanted to see her disgraced, even imprisoned. She hoped Mr. Diddle wasn't really a part of it because that would be a cruel betrayal. Yet, in her heart, she knew he would turn her in if it meant he could escape the same fate himself. "I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about," she said, icily. "Then Diddle hasn't talked to you?" he asked and then answered himself, "Apparently not. You don't have to be defensive with me. I told you we teach the same things. I was sure Diddle said he'd inform you." He was stirring through the things on her desk. Already he was making a bad impression. Emma was, after all, a teacher and no one should go through her desk. It impugned her authority. "Here, I bet this is it," Mr. Dickman said and handed her a sealed envelope. It had the school's imprint and Diddle's initials in the corner. Emma hadn't noticed it in the pile of routine schedules and notifications that she was choosing to ignore. She tore it open and read it as Mr. Dickman grinned at her. Mrs. Neuman, it read: This year (I don't know why either) we will be joined by an Anderson Dickman. His contention is that under the gender equality laws (Title IX) our female students are entitled to the same instruction as the boys. He knows far too much about you to be guessing, but I can't imagine how. He has been approved by the board to teach, although I am sure his other intentions are beyond their comprehension. I suppose we'll muddle through. /s/ Diddle. Emma looked up with the shock showing clearly in her eyes. "Explanations aren't important," Dickman said. "Our work is. Let's get beyond the why and how and work together. What I would like from you is a few hints on which girls might most benefit from my special instructions." Emma's thoughts had raced far beyond the why and how. She was deep in the what if. What if the girls talked? Girls were much more likely to share than boys. What if someone tried to put pressure on Mr. Dickman? What if he thought sharing this important instruction also called for sharing their bodies? The last was the least of her worries. He was good-looking and if he really taught girls about sex he might be interesting in bed. The other what ifs were more menacing. Emma knew that somehow any negotiations over a discovery would be made with her body. Through a few tense moments, she had managed to work out a network to deal with such things on her part, a network that was pleasingly pleasing, but she didn't relish the idea of making the same kind of pressured decisions on Mr. Dickman's behalf. She gave him the kindness of speaking to her reservations. "And whose ass is on the line when some girl tries to blackmail you?" she asked directly. Mr. Dickman smiled like she had given the right answer in class. Emma thought he'd be a good teacher. That made it worse. All the girls would be jealous of the ones getting in his pants. "You did a bang-up job last year," Andy complimented her, "But there are more gentle ways to discredit the snitches. Don't you worry. I'll show you how to handle it when it comes up." He was a bit smug. Emma decided she'd wait and see what he meant before she told him he was full of beans. At least it didn't sound like he expected her to fuck him out of trouble. Doug was clueless about this surprise. He'd never heard rumors of a secret network that provided such instruction to school kids. He'd thought he was on the cutting edge of an idea that was all Emma's. On the other hand, a shadowy network somehow knowing everything and sending out agents obviously aroused him. Emma thought his cock felt a size and a half larger as he expanded on the theme while he fucked her. "They'd have to be watching everybody, seeing everything," Doug was gasping as he held her white legs against his black chest and drove into Emma. "They'd know all the signs. They could tell when someone was fucking the kids." The idea of Big Brother watching was driving Doug like a cattle prod up his ass. His swollen cock was like a fence post as he rammed it into Emma. It felt like his cock was lifting her up on its own as he drove into her. Emma was squeezing her breasts with both hands until they slipped down and her nipples were trapped in her fists. She was being rough with them, but it was the only way she could balance Doug's energy as he drove his huge black cock into her cunt. "They'd have to know that stuff to send out an agent," Doug groaned. 'Agent' was too much of an idea for Doug. He brushed her legs aside at the word and leaned over her. Then he was doing the push-ups of love deep and hard in her cunt. Emma wrapped her legs around his cute black butt and went along for the ride. She had the hard muscles of Doug's back to grip now and she no longer needed the stimulation of her breasts. Doug was making her cunt too happy to need more. He was hitting all the right spots. His cock was driving to that most wonderful spot inside her cunt and he was pushing the lips of her pussy in and pulling them out most electrically with his thrusts. Then the measured yips from her clit when he drove deep became a scream of yielding as he pushed against her and swirled his hips. She was cumming! She was cumming so good she only barely noted that Doug started jabbing her with short, hard thrusts as he finished inside her spasming cunt. It couldn't be the worst thing in the world floated through Emma's mind as she lay under Doug's comforting body. That had been one of Doug's best and Doug was already one of the best normally. And it wasn't over yet. "But really, who else knows?" Doug asked quietly in her ear, "You weren't inspired by a teacher that might be turning out others were you? Even if some girl wanted to complain the boys were getting something they weren't, who would they complain to?" Maybe a sense of mystery turned him on too, because Emma felt his cock crawling inside her. She was wondering if he was going to talk himself into another hard-on and fuck her a second time without ever taking his big black cock out of her. "I don't have access to adult records so it's going to be tough to check him out, but I'm going to try," Doug promised. "Maybe there's an answer in his background." Emma tried to encourage Doug to go on, but it seemed his focus had shifted. His cock stayed fat and pleasing inside her for a long time as they cuddled but it didn't get hard again and finally he pulled away and sat up. "So I guess I pretend it's normal and treat him like a colleague?" Emma asked. "I guess so," Doug said. "But let's find out what we can about him before you invite him over to watch us fuck." Emma knew Doug was kidding. Doug wanted to fuck in front of everyone. And it wasn't a fear of discovery of Doug's own role in Emma's life that made him urge caution. Even Mr. Diddle had proved to be a stand-up guy, despite her doubts, and she knew Doug was even more loyal. The finding out about Anderson Dickman was not easy. For all anyone could discover, or get out of Dickman himself, he had dropped out of the sky the day before he showed up at school. That was scary. But uncertainty was the only indicator of trouble on the horizon. Everything seemed to pick up right where it left off for Mrs. Neuman. Well, in Kevin's case it had progressed. She had obviously been right to sic him on his girlfriend. The interminable, slightly painful, mostly boring process of holding her legs up so Kevin could graze between her legs to little effect had been transformed over the summer. "Oh Kevin! Not so hard! Not yet! Take your time," Mrs. Neuman was pleading as Kevin showed her the result of his summer school studies in her undocumented class. And he really wasn't too hard or too quick. He had just become so good that Mrs. Neuman didn't want him to make her cum so soon. Kevin didn't listen anyway. Emma had to push her arm in her mouth and bite down to stop from screaming as his dictatorial little tongue forced her to cum. She didn't realize until the orgasm stopped shaking her body like a rag that she had been kicking wildly. She hoped she hadn't kicked Kevin. Kevin was undaunted and justly proud of himself. "Gee, I never got Trisha to kick like that," he said with wonder, "You want me to do it again and slower like you said?" Emma had to stop panting from the residue of her aborted scream before she could answer. "Kevin, I want to give you your graduation present, which is I will make you cum anyway you want, but yes, you can lick me again, slower until you want to do that," Mrs. Neuman panted. "And if you eat Trisha just like you just did, I guarantee she'll kick." "Well, you know what did it?" Kevin had stars in his eyes, "It was something Trisha made me do. She made me lick her while she had my dick in her mouth. I guess it made it not seem so boring to lick a girl down there. I made her cum a lot after that. So can we do that? I mean, I'll lick you and you put my dick in your mouth?" Mrs. Neuman didn't include mutual oral in her lessons. It wasn't strictly a basic skill and she had a personal prejudice that it was better to perform or receive a solo effort. But, since Kevin had discovered it and it was what he wanted, she nodded. She didn't mind in this case- except she ferverently hoped she wouldn't lose control and bite Kevin's dick if he made her cum like that again. Kevin excitedly pulled off his jeans and swung around to get over Mrs. Neuman. Trisha was a great girl and she did come up with the idea, but Trisha didn't know all the tricks Mrs. Neuman used when she had sucked his dick. He couldn't wait to see how much better it would be with her. Emma had considered getting over Kevin so she would have more control, but he was crawling on top of her before she had finished her internal dialogue. That didn't seem too bad. Kevin knelt over her head and gave her the delicious-looking plum-shaped head of his cock to play with. Then his tongue flicked her clit several times and slid down her slit. He could be in any position he wanted if he was going to eat her like that again. She pulled the head of his cock into her mouth and ran her tongue around it like his tongue was circling the lips of her pussy. Oh God! Kevin thought. That is so good. Experienced women are so... experienced! Jesus! How did he get so good in three months? Emma was asking herself. She was flame hot again already and he was obviously still just playing around. Emma had to chip a layer off her prejudice that mutual oral was less than a solo effort, but she could rightly maintain that her perception of sucking Kevin was for the most part lost in her joy at the actions of Kevin's tongue. There was the vague thought that she might have been lunging off the desk to impale her mouth on his cock as he made her shift and writhe with pleasure, but it was an uncertain memory. It was clearer that her head was pressed down on the desk and Kevin's balls were bouncing on her nose as she was cumming. She didn't think about that at the time because she was congratulating herself that she had no urge to bite Kevin's cock. She would have been disturbed if she had noticed because she didn't know her throat could open like it must have to take the full-length thrusts Kevin used to fuck her face. She had no memory of Kevin pressing all the way down her throat and shooting off. He said he did and he must have. She did feel a faint burning deep in her throat that might confirm it, but she didn't remember any of it. Kevin was going to remember every second of fucking her face down to the feel of hot air from her nostrils blowing under his balls as he pumped out a bucket of cum deep in her throat. Trisha could take it all the way down, but she never let him fuck her mouth like that. Anderson Dickman allowed her to adjust her clothing before he popped into her room smiling broadly. "Yowzah!" he said. "You really take it to the next level, don't you? I hadn't even thought about mutual oral." He was a colleague. According to his story, she should treat him like he was just coming from a similar session with some young girl and talk shop. They didn't want to alert him to their suspicions. "I don't either," Emma said, glad to be denying something, "I mean I don't teach it. It was a graduation present and that's what he wanted." "And I bet you thought he'd want to fuck you in the ass," Mr. Dickman said. "Who was the wise woman that asked: Why is it that whenever I say they can put it wherever they want, they always put it in my ass?" That was a good one. And the best part was it was true. It was the kind of detail that made Mr. Dickman seem more genuine, no matter how much his story stunk. "There are boys sophisticated enough to want a half and half," Mrs. Neuman allowed. "Well, I just stopped in to see if you had any suggestions on who might benefit from my extra classes," Mr. Dickman said. Marilyn Freckles might benefit from a class on how to take a spanking and like it, but Emma was sure that wasn't what Mr. Dickman meant. But there was one of the drama club crew that still seemed pretty confused. "Amber Booter," Emma said, "She's working on mysteries without any clues. At least you can help her sort out her gender identity once and for all." "Thanks," he said, "Now tell me what chance I have to compare teaching techniques with you." Emma gave him a genuine smile. Cute and pretty weren't her turn-ons, but Mr. Dickman was in the high fuckable range. Even more important, it could be very revealing to put him over a few miles of naked road to see what she might worm out of him in bed. "I'll check my schedule and get back to you," Emma said with a look that said yes, "I suppose I can fit you in." "No, I don't want to invite him over to watch you fuck me so he's really hot when he does me," Emma snorted. "I know how you guys are. The next thing I know, you both have your cocks in me and I've told you I don't like that." "I thought you liked to suck a dick while you got fucked," Doug said, feigning an injured tone. "You know what I mean, Doug Robinson," Emma snapped. "You know what I don't like. But if you'd like to watch him fuck me, I'll see what I can do." Doug would be turned on by watching, but not more than any other average human being would. His thing was, as he put it, 'fucking for folks'. If he wanted to be there, Emma was sure it would be for safety. "You mean, like be in the bedroom and then fuck your narrow white ass when he goes home?" Doug asked. There was a sparkle in his eye. Doug was there four or five nights a week, so it would be cruel for her to ask him to give up a night for Dickman. And maybe she could talk him into staying over. "Maybe," Emma teased, "Maybe if you fuck my narrow white ass all night long once he's got me warmed up." Emma didn't recognize Abby Hubbard from behind. She didn't know which girl was kneeling in front of Mr. Dickman and licking his cock. She pressed back against the wall and slid down to the broom closet before she even got a good look at Mr. Dickman's dick. He was a tad too good at noticing everything around him. Emma didn't think he'd seen more than a flash of her pulling back and she knew she had been completely silent opening and closing the broom closet door. Nevertheless, Mr. Dickman opened the door and stepped in just a few minutes later. "How sweet of you to think of me laboring thanklessly and come to offer relief," he said. He pulled out a cock still nearly erect and walked toward her. Emma was feeling for obstructions when it looked like she was bracing against the shelves. Mr. Dickman had her dress up and her panties off before she sputtered out a word. "I don't think we should," she said, but by that time they had. She had backed against a low bench and Mr. Dickman pushed her onto it by lifting up her legs as he pushed his cock inside her. "There's no damn equality, you know, you women teachers have all the breaks," he said as he got to know her cunt. "I can't go around cumming all the time. I've got to hold it back and let me tell you that gets real frustrating after a while." Emma noted that he wasn't fucking like a frustrated man. He was sending a rather nice cock twisting around inside her like he was exploring the terrain. When he settled into some nice up and in, down and out, Emma didn't want to protest anymore. A nice little pick-me-up at the end of the day couldn't hurt. She had planned to fuck Mr. Dickman anyway. And Mr. Dickman wasn't making her sorry his cock was in her. For no warm up at all, she was wanting him to fuck her hard and fast and make her cum pretty quickly. "Then let it go," she urged, "Get up in there and get those rocks off. Let those blue balls blow. Come on and give it to me!" The throttle on her quickie was only set a little in advance of his, or he responded to the squirming cunt on his cock. He began to bang her against the wall quite determinedly and Emma tried to climb up on him so she could force her cunt down on his cock harder. He probably had a very nice cum, but Emma was distracted with her own. He seemed to still be going at it when she was trying to catch her breath. "Well," he said, out of breath as well, "That was very nice of you. Obviously I had stored up a lot today." Emma nodded as if she understood. The sticky stains did seem to run farther down her legs that usual when she pulled up her underwear but Mr. Dickman had left by the time she did that. Before he left, he asked about fucking her again. "Now I hope you'll let me prove how much better I am than that," he said. "Any time on your schedule for a nice long conference session on our special subject?" "Tomorrow night?" Emma asked. She would have taken him home that night if her head was clearer. On second thought, it would be better the next night. Then Mr. Dickman could work off the aggression first and then fuck her nice and slow a second time. Emma's second thought was a good one. Dickman wasn't a wild man even the first time. He had a spooky air about him like it really was a professional conference. Not that he was spooky when he fucked her, but he seemed so controlled, so self-monitoring that Emma felt like he was testing for a grade. She could give him an "A" without feeling favoritism. Every adjustment in angle, speed and depth had been for her benefit. He saw what made her more excited and did that. He made her cum fine, but she didn't get the feel that she was pleasing him. That was important too. That was the general lack he showed. He was too focused on pleasing her and didn't give her the joy of seeing him please himself. He wasn't selfish enough. "So, do you do anal?" he asked in response to her critique. Several things clamored for attention in her head as she struggled to find an answer. Did he mean now or was he talking shop? He had made an anal reference one of the first times they had talked. Should she encourage him, since she was hoping to get him to talk about himself? Could she really turn him down? Could he possibly teach her to like it- really like it? "You mean with the boys or in my personal life?" Emma sputtered to buy her considerations some time. "Either- both- I guess, where does it fit in?" he asked. "Right back there between my cheeks like everybody," Emma joked. She was no longer stalling. They were easy answers once she took them one at a time. Yes, she better let him fuck her in the ass. She got through it with Mr. Diddle and it wasn't that it was so bad, it was just so not good. It was a small consideration compared with the possible risks of freezing up. And, no, she didn't think there was a chance he could make her like it. Even making her feel neutral about it would be a challenge. "I do teach the boys how to do it in the course of everything," she said, "Some of them need to know about it sooner than others. I mean, if they really want to fuck and their girlfriend wants to stay a virgin, I say it puts less strain on fragile young minds to give them an alternative that solves both problems." "Have you ever asked the girls if they were glad you showed their boyfriends?" Mr. Dickman asked. "No, I leave that stuff up to the couple," Emma said, "Why? do you think girls object to getting screwed in the ass if it means they can have intercourse and still be virgins?" "I think that's a question you can answer better then me," he said, "Would you consider it a good compromise to keep your virginity?" "That brings us to the second part of your question," Emma said. "Personally, I'm an anal virgin, so your third question makes no sense. I can't compromise using my ass because it's my only virginity." She watched his face carefully as she said it. He had to get it, but she wanted to see if she could tell what he was making of it. "Well, then I guess I'll be like the last young man that turned down your virgin ass for another treat," Mr. Dickman said. Emma didn't know whether to be pleased or pissed. She wasn't even grateful that he wasn't going to fuck her ass. She had spent all the emotional energy to get cranked up for him cramming a log in her rear and now it was wasted. She also wanted to find out the worst- or the best right away. And it didn't give a clue into the workings of his mind, except that he didn't think like her. It took Emma that much thought before she suddenly realized what Mr. Dickman wanted to do instead. Kevin had a fine little average penis that still hoped to grow bigger along with Kevin. Mr. Dickman's dick was about one size (roughly 1/4 to 1/2 inch of surface volume in Emma's estimation) smaller than Doug's in length and girth. He had obviously watched Kevin fuck her to the hilt and probably knew more about Kevin cumming than she remembered. She wasn't happy about the thought of Mr. Dickman trying the same thing. As he climbed over her, Emma was distracted by the thought that Doug was very likely watching and he might want to do the same thing with his cock that was so big she knew it would choke her. At least it was easier to slide her lips up and down on Mr. Dickman's dick because more of it reached her. Sadly, he wasn't as skilled as Kevin with his tongue. That didn't mean he wasn't effective. Soon Emma was deciding that fantastic mutual oral sex was better than average mutual oral sex. But if it was less mind-blowing, it was at least more instructive. When Mr. Dickman got to the dreaded throat-fucking, Emma discovered that it was a trick of anatomy. She was much distracted by Dickman lashing his tongue at her clit or she still would have never learned the trick. He snuck up on her in her moment of arching plateau and pushed his cock on down her throat. Or perhaps, the way opened for him and he took advantage. That was the trick Emma found. Head back, chin up, like you're cumming opened her throat like a freeway for cocks right past her gag reflex without a whimper. It wasn't any harder to let Mr. Dickman fuck down her throat than it seemed like it had been with Kevin. Emma rethought her opinion of Doug watching. It felt like there was room in her throat for one size larger. She could imagine how hard he'd cum with her snorting on his balls as he buried his cock in her throat as deep as it would go. Then she found out why she couldn't remember Kevin cumming. This time she was aware enough to hear Dickman grunt and moan as he came. Whatever was happening didn't seem very different from when he was fucking her throat. Certainly his cum was being injected far past any sense of taste. "Oh my god! I bow to your shadow!" Mr. Dickman enthused as he rolled off Emma. "I feel ashamed to call myself a teacher in your presence." Emma blushed. Well, it wasn't that good- or maybe it was. Emma still couldn't take much credit for doing something she didn't know she could do. She didn't tell him it was the second time in her life. She knew he would make a bigger thing out of that. Doug turned down being the third in her life 'until later'. He just wanted to get his big, black dick in her and roll her all over the bed. Doug insisted he hadn't watched, but he admitted that he couldn't help hearing. It certainly had him ready to go as soon as Emma ushered Mr. Dickman out the door and walked into the bedroom. With only a robe over her nude body, Emma was overdressed. Doug was naked and erect and throbbing to go. His black body showed every ripple, every ridge as he threw off her robe and picked her up with a hug. He was beautiful. Emma loved running her hands over his body as he pushed his big black cock in her and started to fuck. Doug was so cranked that they didn't rest anywhere for long. He bent over her only to pick her up so they could roll over and put her on top. He let her ride him for a short while before he rolled her over backwards and pushed her knees up by her face. He let her loose to fuck her on her side. Instead of lifting her to her knees, he let her top leg slip back between his as he turned her flat on her belly and showed her a new treat. Doug was sitting on her thighs just below her buttocks and shoving his cock around the bed into her pussy. Emma could feel the tickle of his cock sliding by the lowest curve of her ass and it made her wiggle with delight. Something had Doug going. Yowie! She wasn't the only one learning different things in different places. Doug finally got her up on her knees and showed her another new trick. Emma enjoyed the attention he was paying her asshole without much apprehension. She was sure enough he didn't want to fuck her ass that she could enjoy the little jolts his finger was giving her. After all she was about to cum and every little bit helped. She wasn't doing something you could clearly label as thinking when Doug pressed his thumb up her ass. It was a spread of sensations. That thumb felt dangerous. It was right up her ass and he was wiggling it. It wasn't so much good or bad, but oh God! her pussy was hot as Doug fucked her. When Doug used his thumb-hold to hold her when he fucked hard into her cunt, Emma was beyond separating the feelings of anal violation from the feeling she was blowing up and going to burst. And when she burst the only notice was her asshole wouldn't let her stop cumming for a long, long time. It was like there was a trip wire in there that flashed off another orgasm every time Doug jerked his thumb to trip it. Emma had to admit she hadn't learned much about Mr. Dickman. About everything she had found out was a negative. He wasn't very spontaneous. He wasn't anxious to fuck her ass. He didn't think he was as good a teacher as she was. Doug couldn't add any more to the discussion. What he added was a hard black cock between the cheeks of her ass at about two in the morning. It wasn't all his fault. You couldn't blame a guy for getting a hard-on in his sleep. In fact it was mostly Emma's reaction that made it lead to more. She was rubbing his cock between the cheeks of her ass when she woke up enough to realize what she was doing. And she kept doing it. It was making her pussy wet thinking about that big hard cock right there against her butt, just hard and ready to fuck her. Then Doug woke up and showed her pussy how it felt. He started by slipping it in while they lay like spoons. That twisted and crawled around until Emma was laying at right angles to Doug mostly on her back with her leg thrown across him in the direction of his head. It was like he was fucking her sideways and upside down so moving her hips back and forth made him hit places inside that never got much attention. Emma was dead tired in the morning. She had discovered another way not to have two men on the same night. If they were going to do it again, Doug would have to meet Mr. Dickman and they both would have to fuck her during the same period of time- not together, of course. Emma had her first extra-terrestrial experience about Dickman when she talked to Mr. Diddle. She assumed Diddle wanted to re-new his acquaintance with her asshole when he called her to his office. She had been psyching herself up all the way down the hall. "I just want you to know our Mr. Dickman is fitting in quite well," Diddle said conspiratorially. "You might be interested in the suggestion he had for me." Emma waited for Diddle to bubble over. It obviously wouldn't take long. "Marilyn Freckles" Emma vaguely heard the rest, but it only served to make her sense of vertigo worse. She had never mentioned Marilyn to Dickman, she'd only thought about her. And what she thought about her?? It was too surreal. Emma's head was spinning. "He thinks little Marilyn could be induced to visit me like little Jenny Nosesnooter last year," Diddle was saying. "He thinks I need to paddle her for being bad and she'll do anything for me." It strained the concept of co-incidence. If it was a co-incidence then, it was a co-incidental co-incidence of a co-incidence. Emma didn't know what to think. First Dickman drops out of the sky and then he can read minds. Emma tried to think only good thoughts as she showed Mike Lindrum what a blow-job felt like. "And then you tell her to take as much as she can in her mouth," Emma was saying as she held Mikey's spit-slick dick. After a quick demonstration of what she thought a 15-year-old could manage, Emma went on, "And tell her not to make it bad for herself. Tell her to only take as much as is comfortable- she'll like you being nice and she needs to like you to do this right." "Let her jack you off if she wants, you remember jack off?" Mrs. Neuman gave him a quick sample and Mike nodded, "This is to get her used to it until she wants to try to do it all with her mouth. Let her work up to it. It's not so bad, is it?" Mrs. Neuman wasn't concentrating. As she looked up for Mike's answer, she got a glop of cum in her eye. She was still stroking the poor guy's dick and he couldn't hold it. "There, that wasn't bad was it?" she tried to adjust her lesson. Mike shook his head violently. He wasn't much for talking when his teacher had his naked dick right out in her hand. He was less inclined after shooting a glob of stuff in her eyes. Emma thought she could make him talk when she showed him how to fuck. But there was still that matter that had distracted her in the first place. She crept down to see if Mr. Dickman was giving a lesson. He had moved to the lab for this lesson. He was making full use of the facilities. Emma noted that for personal use later. It was a smart idea. Dickman certainly looked more comfortable on the table than on the disk or floor. The shocking part was that little Tabby (Tabitha) Schwartz looked almost as comfortable and she had Dickman's dick halfway up her ass. "Now no faster than feels good," Dickman was warning. "There's no prize for making it hurt to get it over." It must feel good at an amazing speed, Emma thought as she watched Tabby slide steadily down Dickman's cock. She could feel it in her own ass as Tabby took it all. "Now just wiggle around until you feel your hole give up squeezing," Dickman instructed. "Then just do whatever feels good to you. Guys forget there's no one good way to do anything and, boy, will they like you if you remind them there's other new and exciting ways." Emma had to sneak away. Mr. Dickman was convincing her to believe known lies. It was always uncomfortable, always for the man and, while it was sometimes better to have a dick in your ass while you were being masturbated, it wasn't as good as being fucked in the cunt. Emma waited to ambush Mr. Dickman. She had a question. "So do you think girls object to getting screwed in the ass if it means they can have intercourse and still be virgins?" she asked him. "Well, if they really want to fuck and she wants to stay a virgin, I say it puts less strain on fragile young minds to give them an alternative that solves both problems." he answered. So he had a spooky memory too. Of course they had said those words the night before, so it wasn't necessarily supernatural that he could remember. "I hope you're not here to relieve me. I mean, I hope you are, but I'm afraid I can't," Dickman said hastily. "I'd like to think you'd look forward to it, but I just let Tabby finish me off so she'd know what it felt like and how to deal with it. She was the last of the day." "I just wanted to know why you think Marilyn Freckles could use a good spanking," Emma was bold. It was time to voice suspicions and see how he dealt with them. More than that, Emma wanted a better explanation than mind reading. "Don't tell me you can't see it," Dickman rolled his eyes, "She almost pantomimes it with her ass every time she gets excited. And you've seen her pinch herself when she's laughing." It was Emma's turn to bow to Dickman's shadow. Marilyn certainly did exhibit classic behavior once she thought of it. She guessed she picked up on it, but Dickman had analyzed the situation in a few days. "Well, I had thought about it, but it certainly wasn't basic behavior and it never occurred to me that it might have an application," Emma admitted. "You get the good marks on that one." "Maybe you just wanted to be Diddle's girl again," Mr. Dickman teased. "Ever think of that? A subconscious need to have a dick up your poop chute?" He was getting pretty chummy, but Emma guessed that was only natural since she had fucked him on both the two preceding days. "Now Marilyn, we need to have a talk about your focus on your studies." Dickman had written a whole script as guideline for Diddle. Emma could imagine the scene as she read it... "Now, inattention isn't something we can punish, but I'm sure in your heart you want to do your best. This is the basis for the rest of your life, you know. I want you to know I'll do whatever I can to help you remember." Diddle would be walking back and forth alternately patting his fingertips together and folding his hands behind his back. He'd be cueing in on words like 'punish, 'whatever I can' and 'help'. "There are a couple of ways, but it is up to you if you want to work on this problem." Here he would lose her or have her for good. If she seemed curious about what he was suggesting, Diddle would go on. "Sometimes we forget that bad decisions bring bad results. Remember breaking into Mrs. Neuman's house? That was a bad decision that had a bad result right away. Not paying attention is a bad decision that doesn't have a bad result until long after there's any way to fix it." Emma saw the subtle keywords that would put Marilyn in mind of punishment before Diddle spelled it out. "Sometimes we need to be reminded what we could be doing to ourselves so we don't forget to focus." Diddle would be framed by a fraternity paddle and a relic of by-gone years hanging on the wall if he got it right. It would set just the stage for the final solution. "Do you think you've been bad? Do you think you deserve to be punished? Do you have any suggestions how I could punish you?" Ideally, Marilyn would be in the mood to squirm and admit her guilt and suggest she should be spanked. Otherwise Diddle would have to push her closer to the idea and ask again. Marilyn got the hint right off. And obviously Jenny Nosesnooter hadn't been so ashamed of her deal with Diddle that she hadn't told anyone. Marilyn asked if Diddle was still going to fuck her in the ass if she let him paddle her. From all reports she enjoyed both and possibly being fucked in the ass more because Diddle reminded her of her spanking every time his gut slapped into her glowing little rear. She didn't seem to mind the crazy look in Diddle's eyes. It was Diddle that reported the same look in Marilyn's. The spookiest thing was Mr. Dickman never had trouble with rumors. The only accusations came from girls that weren't in his special classes and he had a unique way of dealing with those. Emma overheard him talking to a mother one night. "...And do you think I'd be able to seduce a girl like your daughter?" Dickman stuck his head into the trap. "Of course, you're just the kind of man a girl wants to be her lover," the mother said. "And what about you?" Dickman was making it worse, "Do you think I'd be able to seduce a woman like you?" There were giggles before the woman answered, "Now I'm a happily married woman, but maybe someone like me that wasn't might find you attractive." "Excuse me if this sounds conceited, but I do interest many women, perhaps not as distinguished and sexy as you, but much more to my taste than some inexperienced school girl," Dickman snapped the trap on Mom. "I'm afraid you little girl is living in a fantasy." There were some unidentified sounds and Dickman was speaking again. "Your husband is a lucky man," Dickman said. "I know he gets more than he appreciates from a woman like you." "You ever fuck them?" Emma asked after Dickman was done. "God no, then they'd eventually think I was a horny dude that was likely to seduce girls," Dickman said. "I let them decide that if I can resist my obvious attraction to them, I wouldn't be interested in a skinny girl like their daughter." "What if it's a fat kid?" Emma asked. "Nobody's daughter is fat to her mother," Dickman said, "And none of them are ever older than 10 either." However lame it sounded, it seemed to work. Dickman fucked, sucked and got sucked through a class of girls without a ripple of scandal. There was none of that kind of excitement to set the school abuzz that year. The excitement seemed to center in Mrs. Neuman's house. Emma may have been wrong thinking that she would be called on to fuck Dickman out of trouble, but his appearance did add to her workload. That came home to her like an anvil dropped from two stories when Dickman, Diddle and Doug all showed up at her house at the same time. Actually, Doug had come from work and was there even before Emma, but it all came out to the same thing. It was like old home week when Diddle walked in while Emma and Doug were necking on the couch. Diddle even made a few- I'm going to make a blackmail movie- jokes to bring back memories. They had done it so many times that it seemed almost like getting back to normal when Diddle told them to get on with it and he'd watch. Fortunately Doug still had his pants on and Diddle had only removed his suit coat when Dickman knocked on Emma's door. He caught their guilty looks at first glance and invited himself right in. "Whatever you were doing, I'm game," he announced and inserted himself right into the buddy club of the other two guys. Not that Emma was totally against the idea or ashamed of having Doug fuck her in front of them, but she had a bad feeling where the evening would go. She didn't refer to the concept because she felt it was unrealistic in real life, but she realized there were three main places where men liked to stick dicks and she had three men with dicks in the same room. Admitting that sucking one dick while another fucked her- in the pussy- had a kind of roller coaster thrill, still didn't make it any better to contemplate the feeling of a dick in her pussy and one in her ass. That was just confusing and not enjoyable and she was certain that they'd get around to it inevitably. She couldn't accuse Dickman of doing it deliberately but it was still his fault. And the worst part was she couldn't make a fuss about it without offending the two guys she didn't want to offend along with Dickman. Doug pulled his cock out, ever eager for a larger audience, and Emma knew that was her signal to get back to sucking his big, black dick. At least Dickman seemed really impressed with the way she sucked Doug's dick- unless he was impressed that Doug's cock was even bigger than his own. It wasn't his thing to watch, Emma could tell, but he fidgeted patiently while Diddle rubbed his own crotch and Doug stripped her down so she could climb on his pole. Emma probably could have looked at Dickman and not cared once she sat down on Doug's cock. She was spared even that distraction as she faced Doug and only looked into the sparkle-like highlights in his hazel-brown eyes. Fucking Doug could take her mind off a lot of things. You could tell that from across the room. Doug still had his pants on and Emma's pussy was so wet that a dark stain was apreading out from the fly of Doug's pants. She did like it! Yes! Oh God! She did! It was probably the over-correction in coming down from her climax that made Emma uncomfortably aware that her position straddling Doug had been exposing her anus to Diddle and Dickman. She didn't trust either one of them to ignore that moving brown target as they watched her fuck Doug. Maybe it was the miracle of a larger audience or maybe Emma was so focused on the threat to her ass that she squeezed Doug tight in her cunt or maybe it was just the right night, but Doug wasn't going soft inside her. It would be tonight, Emma groaned to herself. That meant a longer time with her ass begging to get fucked and no pussy to offer instead. This was pushing most probably into almost certainty. Emma tried to relax her ass while she fucked Doug. It had worked to stop her from getting it in the ass twice now, maybe it was magic. But even that wasn't working while Doug kept shoving his big dick inside her. It wasn't the kind of thing you could take your mind off. Her relief came from a short conversation between Diddle and Dickhead. It came down to Diddle wanted to watch- yes, more that fuck, and Dickman was to get over there so he could watch two guys fuck Emma Neuman. He did like that. He did like to see her act like a slut. And Dickman wanted his dick in her mouth. Emma felt a weight lift from her shoulders as Doug turned her and rolled her up onto her hands and knees to fuck her from behind. It meant his belly was covering her asshole and she could relax a bit. It wasn't so much relaxing as accommodating when Dickman wanted to fuck down her throat. Fortunately Emma knew the key and it worked just as well right side up. She just had to tip her head back at the right angle and Dickman took care of straightening out her throat when he pushed his cock down it. "Damn man, she said you were doing that to her, but I thought she was exaggerating," Doug said as he watched Dickman fuck his cock into Emma's face until his belly hit her nose. It didn't hurt the action on his end, so Emma had no reason to complain. Breathe through her nose, don't think about her throat, there wasn't anything for Emma to do about Dickman other than keep her head up. It wasn't an exciting experience, but it wasn't any work either and it did seem to be driving Doug slightly nuts. Overall it rated a plus. "Hey man, she said she could do that for me too. Wanna switch?" Doug asked Dickman. It was still kind of creepy knowing she was tasting her own cunt, but otherwise Emma was game for the effort. In a perfect world, she would be on her back like the other two times, but she had handled Dickman's dick hardly noticing it and she was pretty sure it worked as well in both directions. Doug didn't test it out for a while. He held her head down and fucked about three inches into her mouth while Dickman was getting to know her pussy like usual. Doug was holding out on purpose, Emma could tell. She wasn't going to find out how much different it was with one size larger until she wouldn't even know what was happening. She was sure Doug was planning on cumming at the same time as Dickman. She was overly pessimistic in that estimate. Fortunately, she was happily on target about her ability to take Doug's cock down her throat. He let her head go and started pushing farther about the time Dickman swung into gear. She was going to get plugged from both ends. She tilted back, the golden path opened and Doug was in her throat until she could smell herself on his pubic hair. Now the only question was if they would bounce her back and forth on their cocks or both fill her at the same time. They chose the latter. Emma had to admit that it concentrated the feeling in one spot. Unfortunately it was her stomach, but it was still more intense than splitting her attention from mouth to cunt back to mouth as they bounced her back and forth. The joy of accomplishment in swallowing Doug's cock faded as Dickman fucked her faster. It was nice it wasn't bothering her, but there were more important things going on in her crotch. Those things got very important as she came and clamped down on Dickman's cock. It kicked him into the doorway and he lunged harder to get off while the squeezing lasted. She was sure Doug came at the same time, but she was even less likely to notice it since it was an inch farther away from sensation than the last cock she didn't feel go off. Diddle wanted to cream all over her tits. He wanted to fuck them and cum all over them. It was the silliest thing Emma ever heard of, but it seemed like such a simple pleasure that she granted it with a laugh. She was glad he enjoyed it, but she felt sticky even after she had wiped his cum off with a tissue. She didn't think she'd need to add it to her special curriculum. Now Doug had cum twice, although he was probably as able to come up with a third as the others were a second, but it meant the fun wasn't over. Emma just hoped they would come up with something that didn't put all three dicks in her at once. She avoided 'in her' in favor of 'on and around' her. Of course Diddle wanted to play with the new toy and Emma found him camped by her head, wherever it moved, until he could regain enough hard-on to shove down her throat. Dickman led Doug into a game of 'rub the dick on the babe' that turned out to be an amusing way to pass the time if not particularly exciting to her. Perhaps if she'd been some sheltered housewife the thought of three men gathered around rubbing their dicks all over her body would have been exciting, but Emma was a bit more jaded than that. It took until Doug and Dickman were hard again for Emma to find any real excitement. She was wary of double penetration positions as two hard dicks came at her, but they were having fun playing tag-team fuckers and Emma had to admit that it wasn't the stupidest thing she'd ever felt. It was a bit frustrating to feel Doug pull his black pecker out of her to be replaced by Dickman's smaller one and just as frustrating when they switched back, but the frustration did make her desire grow. She was begging them to finish, one after the other before they had ganged up on her too long. Her prayers were answered when Diddle brought over his hard-on to shove down her throat. Finally, she found the perfect position. Her head lolled naturally over the arm of the sofa, supported at every point as she opened up for Diddle to fuck her throat. It remained the perfect position and the perfect angle even when Dickman picked up her other end and put her legs over his shoulders. She was holding herself up with her legs or at least helping but Emma didn't notice the effort. To her it felt like she was being tossed around for the men's amusement and had no input. She felt like she was fixed between their cocks like a pig on a spit and it was their thrusting that held her in position. That was certainly true for Diddle, although his fucking her throat was no more memorable than any of the others. Her head was stuck in position, both on the arm of the sofa and in position to make the straight way into her gullet. Her other end bounced around almost beyond her notice as Dickman fucked her cunt while it swung in the air. She didn't think about Doug until the other two had cum and left. Doug was there, sitting in the chair Diddle used when she walked back into the living room. "Isn't it nice when company leaves and it's just the two of us?" Doug joked. At least Doug contained himself after he fucked her in the shower. It was a night she needed sleep and Doug happily didn't rouse her in the middle of the night for more exercise. It was nice to feel him there and to see him beside her when she woke up in the morning. If she didn't have to pretend Greg Neuman might come home any day, she would have asked Doug to move in. The unholy threesome of Emma, Diddle and Doug had let their suspicions grow fat and lazy as the year wore on with no incident. Emma still wondered, but she no longer thought Dickman was from outer space. His story stunk, but all his actions made it seem true. He was just like one would expect if he had indeed been sent to give hands-on sex education to the little girls. Doug felt that Dickman had enough to wrap up any investigation by now. If he was some sort of undercover agent, he would have already made trouble. Diddle was of about the same mind, but more inclined to feel well disposed to Dickman since Marilyn Freckles was working out to be better than Jenny Nosesnooter. Marilyn never had to be reminded to visit. She was there for her 'focus sessions' twice a week, which was double Jenny's old schedule, and Marilyn sometimes had her own ideas on how to 'focus' her. Eager didn't exactly suit Diddle's preferences, but he found he could enjoy eager and then get back to his core fantasies when Marilyn was facing the other way and he could fantasize as he fucked her in her generous big white ass. Only Emma still spent time trying to unravel the Dickman mystery. She was again trying to gather some key fact, or so she told herself, when she peeped in on Dickman. He was giving a session the like Emma felt violated the student- teacher trust. The poor girl had a leg in the air and a leg off to the side and Dickman was giving her a fucking that would destroy a grown woman. It looked like he was fucking her as hard as he could fuck and not in an instructional way. He was obviously trying to get off for himself. Emma couldn't identify the poor girl, but she knew she had to speak to Dickman about his lack of professional ethics. She should probably try to speak to the girl to undo the damage as well. Emma wasn't sure how she felt when she saw Miss Dinger walk out of the room. She thought Dinger was gay. While that solved the student-teacher problem, it was still somehow disturbing. She couldn't feel shunned, could she? True, she had Diddle and Doug besides Dickman, but feelings didn't care about fair. Was there some reason she should feel a proprietary interest in Dickman? It was those questions that led to the defining moment. She didn't confront her feelings nor Dickman. Instead, she decided to pursue the original questions Dickman's appearance put in all their minds. She was going to ask him straight out and keep asking until Dickman gave her satisfactory answers. Strangely, Emma found Dickman in the wrestler's practice room when she began her interrogation. The smell of old sweat only heightened her sense of vulnerability as she tried to question Dickman. She was determined to press for answers, and she knew that Dickman was going to try to avoid her. She hadn't considered that he would instead offer to be bribed. "You seem awful determined to find out more than I'm willing to tell," Dickman said. "Can you give me some reason why I should answer?" There was no mistaking his offer. Instead of challenging her with his chest forward and his chin out, Dickman was leaning back, letting his crotch protrude with the clear indication that he wanted something sexual for his candor. "What do you want me to do for you?" Emma didn't try to avoid the obvious. She didn't like the way he pretended to think about that. She was sure, and it was confirmed when he spoke, that he knew just what he wanted. He was only toying with her to put her off guard. "Well, m'am, we're in a wrestling room. How about some wrestling?" Dickman offered. "Two out of three falls and I answer your questions." Actually it might be interesting. Emma had never tried to wrestle a man, but she could see how it could be erotic as a way to lead up to something. The problem was she knew he was already up to something and she was wary what it might lead to. "I suppose you mean we'll be nude," she asked to stall. "You suppose more than that," Dickman told her. "You know what I mean and I bet you've guessed what I want if I win." Whether she was truly blocking it out or if she really didn't know was a question Emma would ask herself for a long time. In either case, the thought wasn't in her mind. There were many others, however. "No I haven't," Emma said. "So why don't you tell me so I can decide if this is a bargain or just some fantasy of yours." Dickman smiled at her ineffective attempt to prick his ego. He did marvel at her sexual skills in general, but she was sadly lacking the understanding of why she did what she did. "You know. You're trying to block it out. There's one thing that you don't like to think about and that's what I want," Dickman said. "I win two out of three falls and I fuck you up that precious ass of yours." It was a close enough hit that Emma did wonder if there was some subconscious denial going on. But Dickman didn't know that she had a wishful kind of hope that he would fuck her ass and make her like it. Emma tried to keep that hope in her thoughts as she tinkered with the deal. "You know how fair your offer is too," Emma said. "You know that I don't have a chance. You want me to agree to get fucked in the ass and have no danger of having to answer my questions. I'll take your offer if you agree to answer my questions too." "Just so I've got it straight," Dickman repeated, "Two out of three falls and you let me fuck you in the ass, but I've got to answer your questions. Questions first or ass first?" "It doesn't matter," Emma sighed, "Just like wrestling doesn't matter. We can just do it if you want." "Oh, but wrestling does matter," Dickman said, taking off his shirt. "You'll see." She thought he might let her win once just to tease her, but Dickman was having more fun bending her into a pretzel. He started with a double-leg before she knew what was happening and the next thing she knew his balls were bouncing off her chin as he pulled her butt in the air. He waited until she tried to push him and then put his knee on her arm and rolled her up on her shoulders. "That's one," he announced proudly and then dipped down to lick her exposed asshole. "And that's where my dick is going to go after the next one." The wrestling did matter to him. Emma felt like a mouse being toyed with before the cat killed her. It did lock a certain fatalism in her mind. He took her down from the top the next time. He turned her easily so he could sweep out her foot and they went down onto their sides on the mat. He stretched it out. Emma knew he could pick her up and roll her into any position he wanted, but he let her struggle a bit. She squirmed on her belly as he rolled on top of her. His hand was pressing her head down and one of his legs was wrapped around her thigh. He seemed ready to move around and pull her onto her back, but he paused for a long minute so she could feel his hard cock pressing into the small of her back. She hoped defiantly that it was for his pleasure, because it didn't impress her. She knew what was coming and his cute little reminders didn't make her feel any different about it. Then he looped her arm and pulled with his leg and she was on her back again. She thought briefly that she could bite his dick as it dangled in her face when he straddled her, but that was just a note to herself. His balls were mashed against her face as he pressed down on her head and he wrapped his arms outside her thighs with his forearms underneath and lifted her up. He held her up so her shoulders weren't touching the mat and buried his face in her crotch. Even in the uncomfortable position she wasn't unaffected by his efforts. It wasn't quite good, but it was definitely getting her hormones circulating. He set her down so her shoulder touched with a flourish. "Now I believe your ass is mine," he crowed. On the good side, Emma's neck was sore from being cramped in the awkward position and it felt comforting to press her cheek to the cool neoprene while her butt stuck up in the air. She tried not to think about any of the rest. "So where do you come from?" Emma asked to distract herself from the greasy finger that was invading her anus. "Oh, fuck and talk at the same time. You want to strain my talents," Dickman laughed. "It's a small town you never heard of called Snerdville." He was right. Emma never heard of it. She'd have to look it up to be sure he wasn't making it up. It sounded like a made up name. "And how did you, I mean really, what made you think you could come here and fuck school kids like it was a government program," Emma asked. He was using two fingers now and Emma was feeling some anticipation for his cock. She jumped right to the serious question to stop her from telling herself that it might be different this time. Some women swore that it was not only all right, but that they got excited by the feeling of a dick in their ass. It was different but good, they said. Lots of nerves back there if you could relax and enjoy it. Emma didn't think they were necessarily lying, but she wouldn't be surprised if they were trying to fool themselves. For sure, she wasn't like them. Still, there was a small voice inside her that wanted to believe them. More than that, it wanted it to be that way for her. Mostly Emma thought it was a foolish dream and tried not to fall into the trap of hoping. "Juicy gossip never dies," he said. "The more improbable or the more certain but unrevealed, the longer it circulates." "Now don't make me hate it just because you won some stupid contest that I didn't have a chance in," Emma was suddenly concerned with the butt fucking as she felt him shift behind her. "Au contraire," he said smoothly, "I intend to find the inner you up your butthole. I'm going to find out why you don't like it." It was uncomfortable, it did nothing for her and that was with the best. The worst hurt you and made you feel dirty and ashamed. What was there to like? She did have to grant that it was less uncomfortable than usual when he pressed against her sphincter and let his cock squirm slowly into the loosened hole. But it wasn't great. He was one of the best as he kept his impulses on hold and let her ass slowly (and unwillingly) allow him to push through the tight hole. It was still a far way from wanting a cock in her ass the way she wanted a cock in her cunt when she was horny. "So you just showed up with a phony story and figured Mr. Diddle wouldn't question you?" she screeched to take her mind off the invasion of her rear. "Keep distracting me and I will fuck your ass the way you're afraid I'm going to," Dickman scolded her, but he answered. "Diddle already had his ass hanging out over you. He didn't want any questions. All I had to do was give him a reason to believe and he was happy." Emma broke down. She had tried to hate it, but she was beginning to think that Dickman was going to be the magic man to fuck her in the ass without making her feel like a mere pleasure hole. She let herself hope a little bit as his cock slid into her with almost no discomfort and only a little bit of the funny feeling that he was in the wrong place. Then he started moving in and out. It was as gentle as his entry, but anything moving in her bowels made her queasy. She felt like she was going to soil herself. "Just fuck me. Fuck me and get it over with," she whined in desperation. "You can feel it, can't you," Dickman wanted to taunt her, she thought. "You can feel me fucking right up inside you- right into the real Emma. You don't have a distance from this fuck, do you? You know you're getting fucked and there's no little story you can tell yourself about the welfare of your fellow man to sugar-coat it, is there?" Pop psychology, Emma thought to herself. Certainly she had some distance when she was with the children. She had a job to do. Maybe she was the same with Diddle, but that was out of necessity. He was wide of the mark about the way she felt with Doug, or with him the first time they ever fucked. "I know there's a dick in my asshole and that it would feel better in my cunt," Emma answered sharply. "Psychoanalyze me after you get done stretching my ass out of shape if you will." Perhaps she hit a nerve or maybe it was a blind stab to see her reaction. Dickman didn't try another pronouncement until he had changed his style a bit. She felt him reach under and stroke her pussy. She was skeptical. It had been tried before with little result. It only managed to ruin the masturbation to have the cock in her butt bothering her. He was doing it a little bit differently. It was almost like it was the tickle of his fingers as they brushed her pubic hair was the bother. Overall, his cock had been as little of a distraction as she could hope for sliding in and out of her ass. She wished he would get on with... something. She wasn't sure if she wanted him to fuck her hard and cum or if she wanted him to stop teasing and get his fingers into her pussy. She only knew she felt like she was on a tightrope and she'd like to get off. "You know you want something, don't you?" he gloated again, "There's just not enough something, is there?" He drove suddenly to the hilt in her asshole. Emma jumped. It was more surprise that the painful stab she expected. She didn't have time to consider it before he bombarded her with more questions. "Maybe that was it. Did you need more cock in your ass?" he asked and gave her another balls-deep thrust. Emma couldn't call it pleasant, but she couldn't call it unpleasant either. It was intrusive and filling and still made her think of going to the bathroom. "Just fuck me, will you?" Emma protested his interrogation. When his fingers finally touched her pussy, it was different. Dickman was slowly sliding in and out of her ass again but it was not enough action to stop her from concentrating on the fingers stroking her pussy. It seemed like his purpose was misdirection and his fingers were teasing her just so she'd forget the cock in her ass. It wasn't working that well, but Emma found herself able to think more about how the fingers touched her and how they might than the constant motion of his cock in her ass. "Oh- I see. That's it, isn't it," Dickman crowed. "That hot little pussy can make you forget anything, can't it?" Emma realized she was moving her ass a bit. It was like she was moving on his thrusts. It certainly wasn't intentional. She didn't think about that either as she concentrated on his fingers. "Maybe if you'd touch it," Emma snarled. "Maybe if you got your fingers sticky it might." And then it was like taking a cock in her throat. Dickman warmed her up slowly and then rubbed her clit like a madman as she arched her back and came on his fingers. Honestly, she did know his cock was ravaging her ass. He was bouncing her all over as he rammed into her rear to bury his cock. It just didn't seem to matter that much. It disrupted her orgasm a little, but it wasn't much more of an annoyance. Emma had to admit it to herself. A moment later she admitted it to Dickman. "That wasn't so bad," she said. "All I ever hoped for was that I wouldn't mind and I think you just gave me the best I could hope for." Dickman laughed at her. "You could think of it in a positive light and I'd bet you'd find some other obsession, maybe even an obsession with it feeling good," Dickman said. He'd had his fun. She consider his words some other time. There were questions to be asked. "So, what made you want to teach little kids how to fuck?" Emma asked. "They're sexually mature men and women," Dickman said. "At least in the eyes of their creator. They're fertile, able to reproduce and that's just a fact. Whatever society thinks it knows that's smarter than the creator, there's something that has to be done about the biology. Short of re-forming society in line with the will of nature, someone has to adapt these baby-makers into some kind of behavior that will let them remain members of the society." "And what made you want to do it," Emma asked again. Dickman got a far-off look in his eye. "That's a strange story. I owe it all to my mother. I didn't know her very well. She was killed in a freak chemical explosion or my dad bludgeoned her to death, according to who you believe," Dickman said softly, turning to look Emma in the eye. Chemical explosion, Emma said to herself. "I was taken away from my sister and we were raised in different homes. I was in El Paso, Texas and she was raised in the Mid-west," Dickman said. Dubuque, Emma thought. "But there was this book she left me, full of personal stories and drawings and a bunch of dirty pictures so I'd always know the real story about everything. It was so important to me that I wanted to share that kind of honesty with others," Dickman said. "And it was yellow on the cover and had your name in ink of the front. There were a bunch of pictures of bunnies and flowers so you could turn to them quick in case someone was looking at what you were reading," Emma finished for him. "Oh God! Can it be? Sis?" Dickman cried out. "Yes, Andy, it must be. There's too much co-incidence. So will you please take your dick out of you sister's ass?" Emma asked. ###