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The Smell of Sex Ch.16
(c) 2001 Couture
email: couture_writes@hotmail.com
(FF, panty, humil, Fd etc.)
Please do not read if under 18 years of age or 
offended by sexually explicit stories and situations.
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"Put you pink outfit in your bag dear, and let's get 
you to your sorority house, before you are late."  Dr. 
Adams told Laura.
While Laura rushed to pack up her old clothes, Dr. 
Adams stood fingering the button on the remote control 
in her pocket, while thinking, 'Oh my, I didn't plan 
on this.  Not only does my little joy buzzer give 
Laura's cunt pleasure; it makes me hot watching her 
squirm.  This can be highly addictive.'
"Follow me to the car, sweetie," said the teacher, 
while she kept little egg inside of Laura vibrating on 
low to keep the girl at a nice low boil.  She could 
just imagine the blonde getting turned on by watching 
her walk.  Of course, Dr. Adams put on an extra 
special show of strutting for the girl.
Soon they arrived at Dr. Adams's convertible Beamer.  
Dr. Adams took Laura's book bag from her and tossed it 
in her trunk. When she opened the door for Laura, she 
noticed the blonde had trails of moisture running down 
her thighs.  "Have you wet yourself sweetie?" she 
asked innocently.
It was embarrassing enough being so turned on that she 
was uncontrollable leaking her sex juices.  Worse, Dr. 
Adams asked her in such a way that she felt like an 
errant girl who peed her pants. Laura stuck out her 
tongue and wet her lips, as her face turned a dark 
shade of red.  "Yes," she replied blushing.
"Be a good girl and wait there just a minute honey," 
Dr. Adams said, as she walked around the car and then 
sat down in the driver's seat and moved the sunglasses 
and books out of the way so Laura could sit down. "Now 
you can sit down."
 As she bent down to get into car seat Dr. Adams 
screeched, "Stop, your accident will stain the skirt!"
'Oh God, how much more humiliating can my life get,' 
thought Laura.  She turned around to see if anyone was 
near.  When she felt sure no one was looking; she 
quickly raised her skirt and sat down bare-assed on 
the soft leather seat.  She rushed to close the car 
door behind her to hide the expanse of thigh she was 
displaying.  
"Oh no you don't young lady," scolded Dr. Adams, as 
she slapped Laura on the thigh.  "You are not going to 
ruin my leather seats either."  Then she proceeded to 
position Laura so that her long legs were parted and 
her pelvis was tilted up.  Dr. Adams grasped the meat 
of the young blonde's upper thigh and pulled it up so 
that she could examine the intimate areas between 
Laura's legs.   "Quick Laurie, wipe it up before you 
leak on my expensive seats!"
Dr. Adams looked on with pride as Laura quickly wiped 
up the offending trail of sexual nectar with her 
fingers.   "That's my good girl, let's get you dried 
up again and then I'll take you to your sorority 
meeting. Oops!  There goes some more!" the older woman 
said as she pointed out another wet trail of fluid.  
"Don't think I won't give you a spanking in front of 
the sorority house if you stain my expensive leather 
seats!"
Laura swiftly captured the new stream of honey as it 
dangerously approached her teacher's car seat.  She 
watched her sex intently, lest it seek to get her in 
trouble yet again.  The poor girl could feel her body 
flush with excitement from displaying herself in such 
a humiliating manner.  Laura looked down in horror at 
the spread pink petals of her sex, as yet another 
trail began to appear at the base of her cunt.  The 
poor girl was dismayed to discover that both of her 
hands were covered in her slick juices.  She did the 
only thing she could and licked the musky honey from 
her fingers, before capturing some more nectar and 
licking it off as well. 
Thus, Laura fell into the rhythm of her task.  Swipe-
swipe-lick-swipe-swipe-lick.  Her juicy quim had 
blossomed and it was all the poor blonde could do to 
keep up with its copious discharge.  Laura was 
slightly caught up in the moment and then she realized 
with a start where she was and what she was doing.  
Laura cheeks reddened in humiliation as she turned to 
look at her teacher's matronly gaze. The blonde's eyes 
fell from the embarrassment, while she cupped her hand 
over her sex to hide her shame. 
Dr. Adams stroked Laura's hair in sympathy.  "You 
shouldn't be ashamed of it sweetie, I think it is very 
beautiful.  Come now, let momma have a look."
Hesitantly, Laura moved her hand away from the plump 
slick lips of her sex.  Her hopeful eyes gazed up 
longingly searching for approval from her teacher.  
Patricia glanced around the empty parking lot, then 
back to her obedient student and smiled.  "I don't 
think I've ever seen such a pretty pussy, Laurie.  It 
is so smooth and unblemished, like a virgin's, yet at 
the same time it is swollen, red, and aroused as if 
you were a common whore."  The teacher started the 
car, turned the air conditioner up and said, "Open 
your pretty pink lips for me and I'll dry you with the 
air conditioner."
Laura scooted down further in the seat and held open 
her nether lips with her right hand, while her teacher 
aimed the vents at her aroused sex.  'Oh! That's 
cold," Laura thought, as the frosty air evaporated the 
moisture on her slick mound.
Dr. Adams looked down appreciatively as chill bumps 
began to cover her young student.  She felt a 
throbbing twinge in her cunt, as she looked at the 
stunning and obedient girl.  Laura's nipple's had 
hardened and pointed through the thin fabric of her 
blouse, but what caught the teacher's attention the 
most was her student's clit.  The cold air had caused 
the little nubbin to distend and contract into a tiny 
little pearl.  
Unconsciously, Laura had moved her left hand under her 
nose and inhaled the scent of her sex, which emanated 
from her fingers.
Dr. Adams's be speckled eyes took notice of this 
little detail.  "Do you like the way you smell 
Laurie?"
"Yes, but . . ." Laura jerked her hand away and her 
lower lip trembled as she threatened to cry again.
"Yes, but what, sweetie?" asked her professor.
A crimson red blush spread from Laura's face to her 
chest.  "It t-t-turns me on," she whimpered.  Laura 
looked up at her teacher with renewed hope and asked, 
"What about the thing you put inside my - you know."  
"It's called a pussy dearie, a pussy or a cunt."
"-pussy.  Can't you turn it on and keep me from 
getting so wet?" Laura asked.
"Sure I *could* Laura, but then the batteries might 
run down and I want to save them for your sorority 
meeting.  No, I think we should wait until you get to 
Lambda house."  
'Besides, why on earth would I provide any negative 
stimulation, when you are behaving like the perfect 
obedient lesbian slave,' thought the older woman.
Dr. Adams reached down, took off her shoe and handed 
it to Laura.  "Here, your sex is almost dry now. Put 
your skirt down now. Then smell this to take your mind 
off the other.  At least until we get to your sorority 
house."
Laura took her professor's shoe and wrinkled her nose 
up as she inhaled the scent of pantyhose, feet, and 
sweat.  To her dismay, she found that the smell of her 
teacher's feet was erotic too.  She yearned to stroke 
her sex, but she knew she had to hold off until after 
her sorority meeting.
Dr. Adams drove the car to the sorority house and then 
helped Laura straighten up, until she was the picture 
of a young debutante.  "Okay, Laura, I'm turning the 
device on now," Dr. Adams said, as she brought out the 
remote control and turned the dial in the opposite 
direction.  Now, instead of vibrating the little egg 
was giving Laura small electrical shocks. "This is 
going to feel uncomfortable, but it should keep you 
control your urges while you are at your little 
meeting.  I'm setting it for one hour, so the 
discomfort will grow until I can switch it back off.  
Make sure you meet me back outside in one hour, okay?"
Laura was wincing a little from the pain.  It didn't 
hurt terribly bad, but felt as if she was suffering 
bad menstrual cramps.  "Yes, ma'am," she replied as 
she opened the door.
Laura, walked up to the Lambda Epsilon Theta house, 
waved good-bye to her teacher, and entered through the 
front door.  She heard the sound of spanking down the 
hall and one of the other pledges met her halfway with 
tears in her eyes.  'Just what I need . . . another 
spanking.  Whew, I'm still sore from the last,' Laura 
thought as she took her place in line behind the other 
fidgeting girls.
The house president Terry saw Laura in line, frowned, 
then walked over and pulled her out of it.  "Laura, 
get out of that line right now," she quietly hissed.
'Oh no,' Laura thought, 'She knows about the stuff 
that has been happening to me and she's kicking me 
out!' Laura felt her heart sink, when she realized she 
was going to have to tell her mother, she didn't get 
accepted.
"Laura, leaders aren't made on the receiving end of a 
paddle.  Since you are going to be house president 
yourself one day, we have something special in mind 
for you," Terry said, as she turned to walk up the 
stairs.  "Follow me."
Laura watched Terry's ass sway as she walked up the 
stairs.  Laura was thankful that she had the device 
embedded in her to help her control her urges and she 
was equally thankful she was dressed as an equal to 
these stuck up girls.  Although, she didn't feel like 
an equal, she was suffering from cramps and having to 
be so concerned about everything she did or said was 
giving her a headache.  Laura longed for was the 
familiar feeling of arousal that came from the musky 
smell of a woman's sex.
"In here Laura," Terry said, as she let Laura into her 
room and locked the door behind the attractive blonde.  
She walked over and unlocked a small safe, retrieved a 
thick black photo album and sat down on the bed with 
Laura.
"Laura, I'm about to tell you about a tradition in 
this sorority that has gone on since its founding.  
Before we begin, I will give you the same choice that 
was given to me and every other house president.  
Promise to keep everything we talk about in this room 
a secret for the rest of your life.  This means you 
can tell no one, not even your daughter.  You have a 
choice to make.  Walk out of this room now and take 
your place with the other girls or swear to keep our 
secret.  If you ever tell, I promise you that every 
member of Lamda Epsilon Theta will make you rue the 
day you were born."
'Well, if mother was able to do it, I can bear 
whatever the consequences are,' Laura thought, feeling 
very afraid of what was in store.  "I swear I will 
keep it a secret."   
"Good, as I said earlier in the hall, leaders aren't 
found at the end of a paddle . . ." Laura blushed when 
she heard this, because she had spent quite a bit of 
time there lately.  'If Terry only knew what happened 
to me in the last few days,' Laura thought.
"Leaders are found on the backs of their inferiors.  
So every year, one our top pledges befriends a 
freshman girl from the honor's dorm, gains her trust, 
then *ruins* her.  Now, I can tell by the look on your 
face you think this is horrible.  But, how will you 
feel when you are CEO of a company and you have to lay 
people off or conduct a hostile takeover of the 
competition.  Leaders have to be willing to make 
certain *sacrifices* and this is where the wheat is 
separated from the chaff," Terry said seriously, as 
she opened up the photo album.  "Anyway, it beats 
kissing a nasty old skull."
She showed Laura picture after picture of young girls 
in various terrible situations.  One was a picture of 
a girl in jail, below was the comment: Caught with 
drugs!  Ha ha!  Another was naked, dyed purple, and 
running through a busy campus.  What caught Laura's 
attention was that in white letters on the girl's back 
it said, "Warning: Victim of Excessive Masturbation".  
"Here, let me show you the best," Terry said proudly.  
"Feast your eyes on this!"  Terry showed Laura a 
picture of a young pretty, if slightly geeky young 
girl.  She had long dirty-blonde hair and wore 
glasses.  The girl was naked and covered in streams of 
thick white semen.  The thick jizm was even in her 
hair and coating one of the lenses of her glasses.  
Behind the girl, there appeared to be a young man 
fucking her from behind.  But what really caught 
Laura's attention about the girl was the look of 
abject betrayal that blazed from her one visible eye.  
Her mouth was open, and it too was full of cum, but 
Laura could almost here the girl screaming, "Why?"
Laura shivered and tried to look away from the 
haunting image.
"It's awesome isn't it?" Terry said, "Your mother took 
that picture.  She convinced that stupid bitch to blow 
the whole Alpha Phi house.  She took the picture the 
moment she told the girl, she used her.  Hopefully, 
you will be able to top that."
Laura nodded her head.  She was just thankful she 
didn't have to look at the picture anymore.  
"Here's your assignment Laura.  Your girl lives in 
room 233, her name is Susan Tyler.  We've got her 
school records, photo and phone number.  Take them, 
you may need them."  Terry looked closely at the 
photo, then back up at Laura.  "Funny, if you had dark 
hair, glasses, and terrible taste in clothes, you two 
could pass for twins," the house president said, as 
she passed the folder of materials to Laura.  Laura 
looked at the photo and indeed the resemblance was 
uncanny.
"Laura, just remember to do your homework on this girl 
and don't let your guard down for a minute.  These 
girls are smart, but emotionally and socially they are 
very dumb.  Use that to your advantage and you will do 
just fine."
Laura secured the folder with shaking hands.  The poor 
blonde felt cold inside.  As helpless as she had been 
in the last few days, she had been able to depend on 
the compassion of strangers.  Now she was expected to 
gain a stranger's trust and then betray her.  A 
painful cramp hit Laura and she wanted desperately to 
be somewhere else.  Somewhere, where she didn't have 
to worry about hurting people and she could feel all 
tingly inside again.
Another cramp hit Laura, almost making her double 
over.  She looked at her watch and she only had a few 
more minutes left before the hour was up.  "I wish I 
could stay longer, but I've really got to go Terry," 
Laura said, putting all the information back in the 
folder.   
"Are you sure Laura?  We have a dinner planned?" 
"No, I've really got to go.  I want to get started the 
project you've given me," Laura almost snapped at the 
Terry.  
She tried to just leave, but she had to give her good-
byes to what appeared to be the whole sorority.  
Finally, she was able to break free from the preppy 
bitches and leave.  She ran pigeon-toed toward Dr. 
Adams's car, as the shocks growing ever more painful.  
All of a sudden Laura's worst fears were realized.  
"Oh God, not that!" Laura moaned helplessly.  Just as 
she turned the corner of Dr. Adams car, a shock caused 
her bladder to contract, the urine staining the front 
of her dress and pouring down her legs.  
Laura squatted down behind the car, as the front and 
back of her skirt became dark with urine.  She did her 
best to hide from the windows of the sorority house, 
until the flow stopped.  
The car window rolled down and Dr. Adams looked out 
curiously at the squatting girl.  "What's wrong 
sweetie?" she asked innocently.
Laura's face flushed with redness as tears welled up 
in her eyes.  She looked down at her ruined skirt and 
the puddle that had formed underneath her.  "I wet 
myself," she whispered dejectedly.
To be continued. . .
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