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Subject: BIOLOGY EXPERIMENT -- Sick, Amature, dealing with dead animals.
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Date: 8 Feb 1997 17:24:34 GMT
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BIOLOGY EXPERIMENT
Made up on the fly
warning this is a sexually explicit story containing dead animals
and
bondage.
This was a horrible day. I got detention served to me for
physically
harrassing female class mates and making sexually explicit statements
through the use of my biology experiment the dead frog. All my
classmates looked at me like I was a fucking freak but I told them that I
at
least know how to have a good time. You see the vulnerability of the dead
frog gave me a sense of control and power because it was subject to my
every whim. This really excited me. So much so that I got a bulging
hard-
on that was tearing through my clothing to get out. When my classmates
saw me bulging they told my biology teacher Mrs. DeeDee Nyce. She
looked at me and said that I would have to stay after class.
After everybody left, she proceeded to lock the door. As she turned
around she came towards me with a look of such desire and lust. That I
knew I was in for the ride of my life. She said go over to my desk and
sit
down. So I did and when I looked back she had gotten out her masking
tape and had started to tape me to the fucking desk. She was very
thourough taping me down. I thought this was all to good but then she
came at me with the fucking scalpel I didn't know what to think but by
this
time I really didn't care because I was so hard I was about to burst in my
jeans. She leaned over me with the scalpel and her huge sagging breasts,
as she did I bit her breast through her sleevless blue denim jumpsuit.
She
moaned and started to use the scalpel to cut my clothing away. The sleek
cold metal touched my skin and brought a whimper to my lips. She then
proceeded to cut away my jeans and boxers very carefully thank god!
When she did my dick burst forth from the restrictive perimeters of my
clothing and let loose a powerful jet of love juice all over her. Boy I
felt
relieved and revitalized.
She looked down at her jumpsuit and said impishly " This will never
do!" She then slowly slipped her jumpsuit down over her huge sagging
breasts and as she went lower and lower she revealed her huge, hairy,
hulking beaver. The juices trickling down her huge fat thighs turned me
on. She said "How do you like being vulnerable to my every whim?"
I said "It turns me on bitch. Fuck me! Fuck me now!"
She looked deep into my eyes and said "I don't think so baby. Since
you enjoyed the dead frog so much, you can have it."
She walked over to the dissecting table with her nipples protruding
and
picked up 2 dead frogs. She returned to the desk, sat down on the edge
beside me with her legs spreadeagled revealing her upright clitoris.
Stinky, intoxicating juices ran out of her huge, fat lips. She then
began to
rub one of the frogs slimy, fermaldihidic belly against my pulsating, rock
hard love muscle. It felt cold. juicy, and well lubricated against my
giant
trojan giving me a sensation I have always dreamed of and have never
experienced before. It was like losing my virginity all over again. As
she
stroked slowly up and down with even measure, I noticed that she had
taken the other frog and began to insert the head of her frog into her
white,
hot, burning cave of wonders. This bull frog was so big it would have
streatched any normal love canal, but not this monster. It easily slid in
with a slurping sound up to its hind legs. Watching this made me quiver
with utter satisfaction. I could tell that she and I were about to reach
the
pinnacle of our sexual experience. By this time she was ramming the dead
frog hastily in and out and in and out of her sopping, wet beaver. As we
both came in an earth shuddering shower of passion, I let loose another
humongous gob of cum that landed on the frogs head and belly. As she
saw this, she was already in the throes of a monumental orgasm. Shaking
like the wild woman she was; like an epileptic. She rammed the dead frog
into her so hard that the legs of the frog, which she was using as a
handle,
broke off with a crunch leaving her pulsating with pain and delight. So
much so that she fell off the desk.
She then slowly got up, still quivering with excitement, and got
up on
the desk, spread her legs in my face, and instructed me she wanted 69. As
a bent my head to start licking her I could see the dead frog still
inside.
She nipped my "head" and said there would be more if I didn't suck like a
vacuum. So, I pressed my lips to her mound and began to suck like a baby
on a mother's teat. As I did this she started sucking the fermaldihidic
juices mixed with cum that covered my still throbbing shaft. It felt so
good that I wanted to please her with my expert sucking power. So I
started to try my damndest to suck that dead frog from her huge, hairy,
hulking beaver. But it was stuck up so far in her that it moved very
slowly.
She felt the movement inside her and responded by sucking and licking
with much conviction causing me to try even harder to get that dead frog
out of her. Finally the dead frog became dislodged and slid halfway into
my mouth. Tasting the death juices from the dead frog (more so from her
beaver) I began to regret the suction I had put forth. But at that time,
going wild with ecstasy from the dead frog leaving her cunt, she sucked
even harder and started pounding me on the legs. This brought me to the
point of no return. She slumped down on me and we both rested from our
exertions and I spit out the dead frog. I'm not sure if I was happier to
get
rid of the dead frog or her stagnant beaver juices. After resting for a
few
minutes, Mrs. Dee Dee Nyce got up off of me and slowly dressed. Even if
I wasn't restrained I was so exhausted from our "activities" that I could
barely move. She them picked up both the cum spattered dead frog and
opened its mouth and placed it on my soft white cucumber and placed the
other beaver-juice covered, legless. dead frog into my mouth and covered
my mouth with a piece of masking tape. She thanked me for my services
and left. In walked the janitor..........
TO BE CONTINUED
We would appreciate your comments. Anyone for frog legs. We do not
condone teenage sex but like it anyway, nor do we condone the abuse of
live animals in such practices. Think: safety first. AMEN.
It is difficult to say what is impossible, for the dream of yesterday is the hope of today and the reality of tommorrow.
Robert H. Goddard
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