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Subject: {ASSM} NEW - The Smell of Sex pt 3 - by Couture
Date: Mon, 10 Sep 2001 23:10:01 -0400
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The Smell of Sex Part 3
         by Couture
     
Please do not read if under 18 years of age or might be offended by
sexually explicit stories and situations.
(c)2001 by Couture
     
     
     
Whamm!
     
Laura was in such a hurry to leave the General Classroom building
unseen that she collided with someone in the hall.  She looked down at
the middle-aged lady on the floor, lying face down in a pile of
scattered papers.

Laura sat there staring up the woman's dress at her stocking and
panties.

'Oh no! It's Dr. Adams,' Laura thought, as she recognized the sharp
features of the woman as she turned around.  It was bad enough that
Laura had crashed into one of the strictest teachers on campus, but to
make matters even worse, Laura had skipped Dr. Adams class while she
was
in the bathroom with 'Black Boots'.

 "Oh... My papers! Laura, don't just stand there gawking girl, pick
them up!" Dr. Adams demanded, as she started to stand up, gesturing at
the papers that were scattered about on the floor.

Quickly, Laura turned, bent down and began picking up the pile of
papers.  As she did, she gave Dr. Adams a wonderful view of her wet
gaping sex. Her braless nipples were clearly visible underneath her
thin white shirt..

An astounded Dr. Adams looked on with amazement. Here was Laura, the
most professional student in all her classes, with no underwear on, 
freely exposing her apparently recently used sex to all the world.

Seeing this Doctor Adams ordered, "Laura! We need to talk. Please step
into my office, right now and then have a seat!"

Dr. Adams held the door open for the reluctant, bedraggled girl.

Laura knew this wasn't going to end well, but she had no choice;   she
followed the directions and sat demurely waiting for a stern lecture
from her professor.

"Laura, you've always been a good student of mine.  Frankly, however,
as a teacher and a feminist, I am a very disturbed about several
things I'm noticing about you today. Trust me, if I had caught any of
my other students in a similar situation, I would have them expelled
immediately. But because of your previous accomplishments, I'm going
to let you attempt to give me a reasonable explanation of this
behavior."

"Now, why are you not wearing underwear? And why is your obviously
recently-used vagina so swollen and wet? And why did you choose to
miss my class for these deviant activities?"

'This is worse than I thought,' Laura thought, panicking.  'She has
spotted everything. I can't tell her about what happened in the
bathroom or I will be expelled. So I better try to make up a good
lie.'

"Well ah... Dr. Adams, uh... I've been having some feminine problems
see. Um... so my doctor has ordered me not wear any underwear for the
next couple of weeks.  Er, she said my, ah, mucous membranes were
inflamed and producing... extra s-s-secretions. "

"She said my vagina needs to, um, ah, air out, to relieve my, er,
condition. I tried to wear p-p-panties to your class anyway, but I had
such irritations, that I had to spend an extra long time in the
bathroom. I was in such distress that I just *had* to take them off
and go back to the dorm. That's why I was in such a hurry when I
bumped into you in the hall. See..."

Laura opened her bag to show Dr. Adams Monique's panties that she had
worn and removed, as if this proved her story.

However, Dr. Adam's keen, bespectacled eyes saw not one, but two pairs
of panties.

Dr Adams thought to herself, 'I thought I was going to have to get her
expelled for letting one of our male students convince her into
forgoing her education and setting back the women's movement.  But
this! This is a very interesting situation.' Dr Adams pondered over
her student, and wondered how she could take advantage of this
situation.

"Laura, get over here and sit down on my desk. I'm not sure I believe
you," Dr. Adams said, as she patted a clear spot at the front of her
glass-topped wooden desk.

'Oh, no! What is this old bitch up to?' wondered Laura as she placed
both her hands on the desk and proceeded to lift herself up to sit on
top as ordered.

In the meantime, the older woman grabbed the hem of the young girl's
pink miniskirt and pulled it up to her waist as soon as the little
beauty lifted her feet off the ground.

A shocked Laura struggled to pull her skirt back down, but her ass
clung to the slick surface of the glass making the task impossible
without standing back up.  Then her professor proceeded to raise
Laura's tight shirt over her small breasts.

"Wait. Stop!  What are you doing?" Laura cried, as she struggled with
Dr. Adam's strong hands.

"Get those hands down girl!" Dr. Adams said as she smacked Laura's
hands away from her chest.  "There's no need to be afraid Laura, I'm a
woman too, and I've seen what you have hundreds of times."

This assurance relieved Laura's anxiety, but not her embarrassment.
She could feel her nipples crinkle as they hardened under her
teacher's watchful gaze.

Dr. Adams looked down at the blonde condescendingly. "As a matter of
fact Laura, I've seen much bigger and more developed breasts than you
have anyway.  Why, you are positively tiny!" she said as she lightly
patted the girl's breasts making them jiggle.

"Humph. Little girl, you sit here telling me some concoction of yours
about not wearing panties because your vagina is abnormally wet.  Ha! 
I may be getting old, but I didn't just fall off the turnip wagon,
girl!"

"So you must realize that I can't very well believe every story that
I'm told without seeing some sort of evidence.  So unless you happen
to have a doctor's note with you, I'm afraid I must see this
*condition* of yours for myself."

Laura knew she didn't have a doctor's note, nor could she get one. So
she was going to have to tolerate this crazy woman's manipulations, at
least for now.

Then Dr Adams rounded her desk, walked to the door of the office and
locked it. As she did Laura could see the outline of Dr Adams's
french-cut panties through her skirt. This sight and her imagination
of this dominant older woman, clad in only garters and panties, caused
Laura's sex to begin to drip once again.

She could only sit there and wait patiently with her legs crossed as
tightly together as she could keep them, while her hands cupped her
small breasts.

'Oh no!  Not again,' Laura thought.  She was horrified that she could
feel her wetness flowing onto the glass surface of the desktop below
her, as she once again felt her lust for panties.

Dr. Adams struggled to keep her expression neutral as she turned
around to regard the beautiful, half-naked, blushing blonde perched
obediently on her desk.

"Young lady, now I'm going to have to look at you to be sure you are
telling me the truth. So follow my instructions to the letter, okay?"

"Yes Ma'am." replied Laura.

"Very good.  Now I want you to lean back and grab the other edge of
the desk with both of your hands."

Laura let go of her breasts and leaned backwards grabbing the desk as
instructed.  She looked down at the effect this was having on her
exposed breasts.

It caused her orbs to get pulled back and lifted up, making her appear
as flat chested as an elementary schoolgirl.  After seeing her like
this, she was sure Dr. Adams would never see her as a grown woman
again. She'd always just be a little flat-chested girl from now on.

"Good girl.  Now don't blush so. Sure your chest is not as well
developed as the other girls, but your small breasts are still
attractive ... to some... in a way.  Ha, ha!  I hear some people are
attracted to mosquito bites!"

Laura wanted to crawl under a rock.  She had always been ashamed of
her cup size, but was able to hide it with push-up bras and a little
padding. Yet, today, her tiny girl-sized orbs had been exposed to
criticism of not one, but two separate women.  Her blush reddened
deeper and moved down to her bare breasts as a throb of pleasure
stabbed through her sex.

'Why does it turn me on so, when another women makes fun of me?' Laura
wondered.

"Now, I want you to keep your feet together, and then bring your legs
up and rest your heels on the front edge of the desk."

An amused Dr. Adams watched Laura struggle to assume the required
crab-like position. All the while the older woman felt her own sex
grow wetter.

As Laura leaned back on her arms, struggling to keep her knees
together and pointing straight up, Dr. Adams moved closer.

"That's a good girl. Now spread your knees," the older woman now
ordered, placing her cold palms on both of Laura's knees.

Keeping her eyes tightly shut as tears threatened to fall, Laura
slowly spread her legs slightly open.

"Tsk, tsk.  Here let me help," Dr. Adams said, as she grabbed the
wavering knees tightly and proceeded to force them down to each side
of the desk, displaying every crevice of Laura's very aroused privates
to the gaze of her lecherous teacher. Even better, the young girl's
delicious pussy was framed above her cute pink pumps.

"Now if you don't keep your legs where they are, I will become very
cross with you, young lady. Nod if you understand me, Laura."

Laura nodded her head, trying to keep her supple legs split wide in
this excruciatingly uncomfortable position.  She was very limber, but
the tendon between her legs bulged out as it was stretched tautly to
the max.

"Now let me see if you were telling the truth," Dr. Adams observed, as
first she gently rubbed Laura's flattened breasts and then Laura's
dripping sex.

 After feeling her copious discharge, Laura knew the old bag must
think she was some sort of slut.

"Oh dear me. Maybe you were telling the truth. You must feel
terrible," Dr. Adams said, as she wiped the secretions from her hands
on Laura's small breasts. "But I'm afraid your doctor was wrong. Going
all bare down here is not going to be enough dear. You are positively
dripping like a faucet!"

"I tell you what, you will come to my office, every day after class,
until we get this cleared up dear. Don't worry, we will find some way
to dry you before this becomes a chronic condition."

'Damn, I'm going to have to subject myself to this old bitch for at
least a week.  Why have I suddenly lost control over myself and my
life,'  wondered a dejected Laura.  She was barely relieved the
professor had believed her.  'Damn it! Why couldn't I have come up
with a better
lie?'

"Don't you worry little girl, Dr. Adams is going to make you feel *all
better*." The older woman, walked around Laura, drinking in the young
girl's intoxicating beauty.

Poor Laura wanted to crawl in a hole and die, she was humiliated as
she displayed herself to her professor's intimate gaze.  She tried to
turn her head to the left and look away, but on the desk beside her
was a picture of Gloria Steinem.  It was inscribed, To Patricia Adams,
Be Proud - Gloria.

‘Be Proud...easy for you to say bitch.  You're not the one
spread apart, aroused and dripping wet on your professor's desk.'
Laura thought looking away from the picture and back up at Dr. Adams,
who was setting up a fan on the desk.

Dr. Adam's turned the fan on and aimed it at Laura's dripping sex. 
"Here we go Laura, this should evaporate those nasty juices. "

Laura was relieved to feel the cool breeze of the fan drying the
moisture that running down her legs. Her nipples had hardened to
painful tiny points, due to the chill in the room.  Her respite was
brief, as she noticed that the sensation of the fans oscillations had
brought the pleasure in her pussy up to a low boil.  ‘Please
don't let her notice,' Laura thought as she felt her chest begin to
flush.

However, Dr. Adams did notice.  She was peering through the glasses at
the end of her nose, down into Laura's wet folds as juices began
leaking out in greater quantity.  She walked around the desk until she
came to Laura's head, then she told her humiliated student. "Laura,
I'm afraid your lips are getting in the way of the fans breeze.  I
don't relish the thought of touching you down there, but I'm afraid it
is necessary."

‘Touch me?  Oh God, what does she mean?' thought the horrified
young girl.

"I want you to hold your knees up like so." Dr. Adams said as she
helped Laura bring her knees up and hug them tightly to her chest,
pink pumps pointing up into the air.

Dr. Adams spun Laura around so that she was positioned diagonally on
the desk with the fan now blowing directly into her cunt.  "Very good
Laura.  Now, I'm going to reach over you so be sure you don't hit me
with your shoes."  The older woman leaned over Laura's splayed legs
observing her handiwork.  Laura's pussy was spread out and up, her
wispy hair blowing and her cute little ass clenching as she was teased
by the fans breeze.

"Ok Laura, I don't feel comfortable touching you down there, since
whatever you have might be catching, so I'm afraid I'm going to have
to grasp you by the short-hairs so to speak."  Dr. Adams leaned
forward and grasped the curly hairs on either side of Laura's sex,
then pulled outward, spreading her pussy lips  wide.

"Ouch!" Laura cried as she felt her pubic hair being cruelly pulled. 
"Ugh...Oh" she groaned as the fans breeze blew directly into her cunt.
‘Goddamn that feels good!  Oh please don't go, please don't go.'
she thought as the fans oscillation sent its pleasurable breeze
elsewhere.

"Oh the sacrifices I make for my students." Dr. Adams said, catching
herself as she almost laughed at her own sarcasm.  "Is this hurting
you Laura?" she asked the groaning girl.

"It feels OH!!!" she gasped as the breeze blew into her open pussy
again. "...kay ma'am"

"Ouch, leaning over you like this is hurting my back Laura," Dr. Adams
said as she brought her knee up and placed it by Laura's head. "There,
that's much better," she sighed.

Much to Laura's dismay, her teacher's actions had now trapped her head
under the older woman's satin lace panties.  Laura could smell the
musky smell of her professor's sex.. ‘Oh God, could she be wet?'
she thought as she thought she noticed the tell-tell traces of
darkness on the panties.

Dr. Adams was in heaven.  She had her best student underneath her
pussy, while she enjoyed the wet smacking sounds the girls pussy made,
when she opened and closed it repeatedly by her short hairs.  Dr.
Adams snickered as she watched Laura's pink pumps dancing in the air,
with every delicious smack of her nether lips.  The vibrations of
Laura's moans and the blonde's nose pushing through her panties and
into her sex felt exquisite.

Laura was brought to edge of orgasm several times. She couldn't
imagine how her cunt must look to her teacher as she opened and closed
it in front of the fan.  Judging by the wet sounds and the juices she
felt running down her ass crack, Laura was sure she was leaking more
instead of less. She only knew that the  pussy her nose was buried in
smelled *so good*.

However, nothing last forever and when her professor stood up removing
her hands from Laura's sex, she thrust her hips up desperate for
additional stimulation.  Laura looked up hopefully at her professor,
but the she saw nothing but cold disdain in the older woman's eyes.

‘Please oh please let me cum!' thought a very humiliated Laura
as she rolled over onto her side, hugging her knees tightly to prevent
her hips from thrusting.  However, this brought her face to face with
the Steinem picture once again. *Be Proud*.  ‘How can I be proud
when my teacher is trying to help me and all I can think about is
smelling her pussy and cumming?' she thought as tears threatened to
fall.

The professor walked around her curled up student, until she came to
the foot of the desk.  She observed Laura's leaking sex and dipped her
finger onto the glass-topped desk and winced as she picked up a finger
full of Laura's secretions.

"Oh my! This won't do! Won't do at all. We are going to have to come
up with some way to dry these juices spilling out of your vagina,
young lady, before the contents of my desk is ruined by your
discharge."

"Come on girl!  Get yourself together and get down off my desk right
now.  Why you've made a mess of it,  leaving tracks like a snail."

Laura got down from the desk, blushing as she looked at the streaks
she had left, while trying to stand on shaky legs.

"Good girl.  Now take off your skirt and shirt, and then sit down over
there, in that wooden chair."  Dr Adams pointed to the small wooden
chair in front of her desk.

Laura turned her back to the teacher and coyly stripped off her
clothes and placed them on top of the desk. Then with her right arm
over her breasts and her left hand cupping her sex, she sat down in
the chair.

"That's a dear, now place each of your knees behind the arms of the
chair."

Laura tried to think of some way to follow her teacher's instructions
without displaying herself, but she was clueless. She blushed thinking
how she would look to her teacher.  ‘Too late now anyway, she's
seen everything I have to offer. *Be proud*...' she thought. 
‘Ha!'

"I'm sorry dearie, I know this is terribly embarrassing for you, but
I'm a woman too. And after all, it is for your own good," Dr. Adams
soothed the tense girl.

Laura choked on her tears as she placed each of her legs over the arms
of the chair. 'What a slut I must look like,' the poor blonde thought
as she attempted to cover her gaping wet cunt.

"Come, come. Now Laura, don't be silly; lower your hands and grab the
back chair legs so we can do something about your condition."

Laura was about to die of embarrassment, but she complied with her
professor's orders. There was no way to hide anything from this stern
woman anyway.

Dr. Adams once again directed the fan's breeze  toward Laura's
spread-open, dripping sex.

 "Well, in the chair you won't ruin my desk," Dr. Adams said, as she
squinched her face in disgust as she glanced at the clear fluid left
by Laura's sex on the glass table.  The older woman wiped it up with
her hand and smeared it on Laura's tiny orbs.  Then she sat down on
the front of the desk, directly in front of Laura's spread legs.

All the while she watched the teasing effects the fan's breeze was
having on her breathless student. Dr. Adam's own skirt had pulled up
as she sat down, giving Laura tantalizing glimpses of her teacher's
stockings and lacy panties.

Dr. Adams thought, 'Soon, very soon, I will have the spoiled brat
right where I want her, but I will have to go slowly and not scare the
little rabbit away. Can't have her blabbing her mouth about all this
and lose my job,'

The cold breeze was keeping Laura in a state of constant excitement.
Oh, how she longed to touch, or have someone touch her clit. From her
pained position, she looked up and could see under her professor's
dress and between her slightly spread legs; she could then see the
older
woman's panties and stockings. 'PANTIES ... mmmmmm...PLEASE ... please
just another sniff,' she thought.

"Well, now it's time to try to get at that moisture hiding down deep
inside.. Be a dear and reach down there and spread your labia for me. 
I have an idea little girl."

Laura couldn't believe she was doing this, but she pinched her
nether-lips between her fingers and spread them apart, displaying
herself like a common whore.

Then Dr. Adams brought her right foot up and placed it on the left
side of Laura's pubes. Keeping her foot there, she brought up her left
foot and placed it on the other side. Then she pushed in and together
causing moisture from Laura's pretty peach to gush forth from the
spread-open depths of the young girl's gaping tender pussy.

Laura gasped and dug her fingers tightly into her labia to keep from
masturbating herself openly in front of the stern gaze of her
professor.

To make matters worse Dr. Adam's caught her, while she was staring at
her teacher's panties, through her slightly spread thighs..

Dr. Adams looked at her as if she was some sort of pervert, then 
repeated the procedure several more times until Laura willingly pushed
her sex forward to meet the soles of the older woman's
shoes. Dr. Adams even went so far as to miss and 'accidentally' stick
the tip of her shoe past the sparse blonde hairs and into the young
girl's aroused cunt.

"Ahhhh..." Laura moaned loudly, thrusting her hips up to meet the
invading shoe, as she felt her body hanging on the edge of another
climax.

Dr. Adams gleefully watched the blonde wiggle around on the tip of her
shoe, until the poor girl was tossing her head from side to side, as
she neared an orgasm.  Then she removed her feet from tormented girl's
pussy  and said, "Well, I think That's about as dry as we can get you
today honey. Get your clothes back on now dear, and be sure to come by
tomorrow, young lady."

"Come on girl ... you can let go of your pussy now." Dr Adams said
looking down with displeasure.

Laura was extremely embarrassed.  There is no good way to go from
holding open your labia and moaning like a slut. while your teacher
forced secretions from your sex with her shoes, back to being a
professional student.  ‘I've already used up what little *pride*
I had left with Dr. Adams, just let me go back to my dorm, where they
don't think I'm a slut!'  She thought as she slipped on her skirt and
shirt.

"And don't forget! DO NOT to wear any underwear tomorrow and be sure
to put on a loose skirt - for ventilation, at least until your
condition clears up," Dr. Adams said, smiling.

Laura tried to straighten up as best she could. Her legs could barely
support her weight after being in those horrible positions and teased
mercilessly. She had tried not to stare up her professor's dress, but
she was sure she had been caught looking several times.

Worse, she kept imagining herself on her knees, with her face pressed
up the old bitch's dress, smelling her lacy panties.

'I don't know how many days of this torture I'll be able to stand,'
Laura thought as she fumbled with the door lock and left quickly
before the horrible lady came up with some new way to embarrass her
further.

Dr. Adams locked the door behind Laura and sat down. Her right hand
was busily working underneath her skirt, while her left was massaging
her breasts. She bent her head down, stuck out her tongue and tasted
the nectar Laura left behind on her desk.  ‘Ahhh....I've been
wanting to taste you for so long ... my sweet little girl.' Dr. Adams
thought, savoring Laura's flavor.  It took her a while to cum - it
always did, but after an hour she trembled under the effects of a
massive climax.

'Oh, this is coming along very nicely. I've never had such a pretty
little girl as this. I'm sure I could have had her today, but I'm
going to tease that compliant slut so much, she'll be *begging* to get
underneath my desk and service my pussy for hours on end,' Dr. Adams
plotted, as she came down from her climax.

End of Part 3

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