The Volunteers

By Maria Jaime

This is one that you can reread time and time again.

The book describes the relationship of character "me", Marie and an aging gynecology professor Steck . 

Reading this book not only helps you to relax after a long day of work or study but also cheers you up whenever I am feeling blue.
 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Maria Jaime
• Release date: Mar 20, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215224052

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Table of Contents

The casting

The Volunteers

The test object

The night shift

The breakdown

The first visit

The flying visit

The doctor

The Accountability

The specialist

The blame

The aptitude test

The treatment

The experiment

The boarding school

The engagement

The money shortage

The patient

The holidays

The Volunteers

Author: Maria Jaime

The casting

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T he nervous fire that had been burning inside me for weeks had reached its inevitable climax - I was going to do it. Now there was no turning back for me. The old factory building in front of me rang the bell: Los Santos Productions.

I had decided to take part in my first porn. The thought had been haunting my head for months and had come to a head in the last few weeks. Again and again I surfed the Internet via relevant portals and got the inspiration I was looking for. Self-confident women who actively shaped their lives and were able to make their dreams come true through the joy of sex.

At least, that's what I told myself when I couldn't breathe under all the doubts. Because my motives were actually simpler: I needed money, a lot of money - in a short time.

At first I toyed with prostitution. A night or two with a muscular Arab gentleman in a 5-star hotel. But that was a pipe dream. There were too many dangers that could not be overlooked. Pimps who made their claims and strangers who might carry STDs. My eyes quickly turned to the porn industry. There were at least two other people present when things got down to business - cameraman and director. Also, performers were never anonymous and were regularly screened.

I heard the bell ring through the closed windows on the third floor as I pressed the black button. Oh god, my heartbeat! Hopefully there were huge stairs behind that door that would delay the moment a bit. Without answering, someone rang the door opener and I pushed open the old building's heavy steel door. There was the stairwell. I took a deep breath, leaned on the railing and started walking. I stopped halfway and talked myself into it. I told myself that the decision had already been made, that I wasn't doing it for me, that I needed it, and that there was no other place where I could make a decent amount of money so quickly.

I reached the third floor hallway with weak knees. It smelled musty and bland. One of the office bulbs on the ceiling had a loose connection and was flickering menacingly at me.

'Pull yourself together!' I hissed at myself, 'It's just sex.'

Room 241. Here it was. I knocked on the door with a shaking arm.

In!

My worst fears came true. A sleazy little room with a fat couch and an even fatter guy. I almost fell backwards out of shock when the guy reached out his hand and pulled me inside.

You must be Tamara!

Tammy is enough, I said, cheeks red.

»I'm the director and I'm responsible for the casting today. Nervous?"

Quite!

That's normal, he laughed, Don't worry! We'll just throw you in at the deep end and you'll learn how to swim...

Oh god... I stuttered and he laughed even louder.

Just kidding, sit down!

My expression was frozen.

"Not much will happen today! You're only here for the casting. That means we get a taste of each other, see how photogenic you are and whether everything is medically correct. If everything is ticked, we'll see you again the day after tomorrow for your first test shoot. With a bit of luck, you might even get a younger and slimmer filming partner than me.«

A first little stone fell from my heart. The guy was old and he smelled strange.

No shooting today?

I had badly expected the money.

»Well, not really!«, he replied, »A camera is running during the medical examination. For our online viewers, who can also vote... but we consider that more as a free sign of your sincerity.«

He scratched his greasy forehead. "I've got to tell you straight away, the business has changed quite a bit since the advent of the internet. The days of big money are long gone. And at Los Santos we're a serious shop - well, as far as one can tell. ... But at least we don't except inexperienced women. So I can't promise you that we'll actually hire you. The test shoot has to show that! We're looking for a certain type of woman. The optics are even secondary.«

I made a sound of astonishment, which he responded to: »For the viewers, authenticity is important above all. Nobody wants to see women who pretend anything anymore. You're only interesting to us if it really comes to you in front of the camera. That's why the viewers decide!«

I swallowed and felt the first doubts that had accompanied me all week come back. Up until now I had assumed that my blond hair and petite slim figure would be more than enough to hold my own in a sleazy flick - but now people could use the internet to decide if my career would even take off?

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After half an hour getting to know each other was over, nude and portrait photos were taken and I had received a small deposit that helped get over the first stomach ache. Surprisingly, stripping in front of the guy hadn't been that bad.

»So, on to the check-up!«

I removed the bathrobe that was provided for performers to keep them warm and grabbed my clothes.

Wait a minute! he radioed in, Please put this on...

A neatly folded nurse's suit with an unmistakable carnival charm hung on a small wardrobe in the corner. A clumsy shiny red cross was sewn across the left breast. The butt is way too tight and the neckline is a bit too deep.

I don't want to go out on the street with that, I agreed.

On the street? he coughed, sipping his cold coffee. Little one, the examination is here in the house.

Here in the house?

It was clear to him that my inquiries exceeded the amount of energy he wanted to expend: »Yes, here in the house! We do everything in house. It's cheaper this way..."

Which doctor let himself be employed by a porn film production company? Thinking nothing of it, I slipped into the nurse's suit - admittedly I looked pretty sexy in it when I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My bust size really came into its own and my slim, long legs were also emphasized. According to the director's wishes, I left out the underwear and went with the red lipstick.

Then I followed him to the next floor, where there was indeed a solidly equipped doctor's office. Before the director opened the door for me, he explained, We're streaming live in there, so stay in character! I am invisible! Do not talk to me! The doctor will arrange everything with you.

But I... I stuttered nervously, wanting to make it clear to him that I didn't know what was expected of me, when he had already shoved me into the room, where I was greeted by a semicircle of cameras arranged around a gynecologist's chair was built around. My heart acknowledged the scene with a hopping pounding.

Tammy, right? a tall man in a light blue surgical scrubs and close-cropped hair jumped out at me. He had hands like frying pans and dark, warm eyes—all in all, an unattractive man with unflattering features. A half-bandaged surgical mask hung around his neck. His charisma was present and clear.

»Yes, hello...«, I stammered and looked around the room tensely, »But this is a weird practice...«

As soon as I began to speak, he cleared his throat loudly to drown me out and gave me a covert signal with his hand: We're live!

I backed away and nodded guiltily, not really knowing what that meant.

Please... he pulled me in front of a mirror and stood behind me. He hadn't introduced himself to me at all. Instead, he put his hands on my shoulders and whispered, What brings you to us?

When I opened my mouth, the director hissed softly, Stay in character!

Uh, I'm here for my exam, I replied, clearly irritated, blood rushing to my face. A few minutes ago, the sleazy guy had assured me that there would be no filming.

The doctor's arms went from my shoulders to my upper arms. He caught my eye in the mirror.

What's wrong with you? he grinned dirty.

I got hot and dizzy.

I think you need to check things out down there, I lied in a shaky voice. I couldn't believe what I was saying and knew that this whole project was a downright stupid idea. I wanted to dive out the door and run away as quickly as possible.

Then come with me... he answered slimily and helped me onto the treatment chair. The knee-length pleated skirt of my nurse's suit offered enough legroom to throw my trembling thighs right over the braces - he had no time to waste.

Would you like me to look under your skirt?

Sweating and shaking, I chirped, Yes...

Then he put on rubber gloves and ran his fingers over the sewn hem of my dress to air it. I got hotter and hotter.

Suddenly he tore up the skirt and looked excitedly at my pubic triangle.

You shave?

Mmm...

Looks nice, he growled, Now take a deep breath and hold your breath for a moment...

A strange shiver ran down my spine. My whole body seemed sensitized. Then he put his flat hand along my pussy. My eyes widened.

"I want you to get a feel for me. For my warm, strong hand.«

The shiver turned to tingling. Oh God, why did I react so intensely to those words?

The doctor began stroking me, applying pressure and stroking upwards with the heel of his hand. I bit my lip - the first sparks hit my stomach.

We have a very special woman here, he grumbled into the room and held his hand up to the camera. It shone sparkling under the spotlight next to the camera lens - I was unbelievably wet. A cold terror ran through my limbs. His glove was almost dripping. How could I get so horny under these conditions? It's all just supposed to be a job.

Before he sat down again, he unzipped the side under my armpits, exposing my breasts. Without asking my permission, he reached out and pinched my firm C cups. At first he only felt my flesh, but then he concentrated more and more on my nipples, which jumped at him like small projectiles.

You're something very special... he grunted hornily, Let's see how you react to a tongue...

He dived down and put his mouth over my first wart. I clung to the frame and turned my head to the ceiling. His tongue circling felt awfully good - so good that even my pussy started to pull.

Please... I stammered softly to stop him, but he took my hesitant exclamation as a request and put a hand between my legs. His middle finger first rubbed over my clit before curling inside me and plunging deep into my crack. I whinnied brightly.

The director hissed tensely in the background: "Viewership is exploding! Further! Examine her!'

But the Doctor didn't need a request anymore. He was already so mesmerized by my body that his mouth was shuffling greedily from one nipple to the other and back again. His smacking noises and the sensitive stimuli on my buds made me even more aroused. I startled myself, but even his finger in my warm, wet hole felt quite arousing. Bit by bit he bored his way into my tight entrance until he reached a comfortable position, then he writhing in torment and scrubbed right over my g-spot. I neighed as if struck by lightning and realized with a start that I was coming - fiery and intense.

That was just the beginning, he murmured as he watched me twitch and wriggle, helplessly hanging in the chair. He tore off his blue smock and climbed between my spread legs, which hung steeply bent on the back of the knee brackets.

I was still recovering from that surprise impact when he shot down and tongued me. Bright lightning flashed through my flesh.

This doctor had a certain dominance that aroused me, but he wasn't my type at all - a miner's face and skin as rough as sandpaper. And yet I reacted with tremendous excitement that could not be contained. What kind of vicious circle had I gotten myself into?

No, please... I gasped, causing him to place a hand on my pubic bone and pull up the shaved skin to expose my clit to his longer-than-average tongue.

This isn't an investigation! I gasped in desperation. The accusation was against me, not him, whereupon he straightened up and spoke in a loud, clear voice: "The young woman's vaginal discharge tastes unusually sweet and delicious. Their inner walls contract vigorously and vitally when penetrated. It can be assumed that she is extremely fertile, but we will check that immediately.«

He continued to lick me for a few moments, aroused by the fact that almost every tongue stroke elicited a definite squeak. I wanted to push his head aside and at the same time I wanted to push him deeper into my crack. The whole pent-up emotional chaos of the last few weeks, which revolved around the question of how comfortable it was to have sex with a stranger in front of the cameras, was released in these moments. I gave up fighting back - my desire was too great, what was happening was too forbidden.

Open her lips! grunted the awkward director. The viewers want to see what she looks like on the inside!

The horny doctor pushed his vigorously sucking mouth aside and spat a good chunk of his saliva down the middle of my crack, only to rub it with his fingertips on my sensitive labia. I watched spellbound as he used me. Then he took his index fingers and stuck them inside me like two chopsticks. This increased fullness alone made me see stars and howl with excitement.

Do you want me to stop? he tortured me, to which I replied, I...I ww-don't know...

His fingers snapped back. Not doing it felt even more gross than doing it. Realizing I wanted to do it myself, I backtracked: No, examine me, Doctor!

He grinned.

And why should I do that?

It feels so weird down there...

I couldn't believe how dirty and direct I was speaking by my standards. I rarely said anything other than 'yes' or 'no' when I was having sex. My clear expression carried me to new heights of horniness.

"Perhaps you could take a closer look?" I asked, cheeks red. It was pretty hot under all the headlights.

My abdomen seethed with lust.

He calmly pushed both of his fingers back into my tender slit. He then slowly and leisurely spread my entrance until the hungry cameras were given a well-lit glimpse of my juicy inner workings.

Embarrassingly, he sneered: "Tender, pink and wet! Aesthetic labia ... and a subtle, knobby clitoris! That's what a pussy should look like!"

Wow, she looks amazing! grunted the director from behind one of the cameras. His hand had disappeared into his pocket and was jerking back and forth. I liked the effect I had on the greasy sack - but I also knew that in a few hours I would feel particularly disgusted. But now that I was so horny, everything changed.

The Doctor looked over his shoulder at the director in bewilderment, his fingers playfully buried in my cave, then hissed softly so the mics wouldn't hear, I have to fuck her!

You're only supposed to examine them! the director whistled back. The audience wants doctor games!

Then I'll examine them with my cock!

No, no traffic! She only got a down payment...

Now the businessman came through in the old man and he changed his mind.

"I have to do it! She's so damn horny!'

In the next moment, the doctor jumped up, unbuckled his belt and let his pants and boxer shorts slide down to his knees. A thick, massive man's cock sprang out, dangling from him bursting at full force and looking so yummy with his dark, thick hair, that it made me want to have sex even more. A small voice inside me screeched in warning, but it didn't stand a chance against the authority of my pussy. If the doctor did it, I wouldn't fight back.

I'm not getting any money for that! the director rumbled angrily, turning to cut the internet connection. But when he saw the access numbers on the computer screen, he couldn't believe his eyes: »That's incredible! The spectators love the little one!«

The doctor bent over me and kissed me: I think so, too!

Then he rammed his stake into me in one go. I had to hold my breath to deal with its sheer size. It felt through my legs spread wide as if he wanted to cut me in half. This penis size was on the absolute edge of tolerability. But that didn't bother the perverted doctor, so without warning he started pounding, taking advantage of the incredible wetness of my slit to give his thrusts the momentum they needed.

He banged me into pure ecstasy within minutes. My tits bounced to the rhythm of his thrusting pelvis. His oversized glans rubbed in me that I lost hearing and seeing.

Keep it up! Do her! the director yelled enthusiastically, No matter what the cost!

My moans were getting louder now. I looked down at myself in thought and got the impression that the blonde in the white, open dress was a stranger. But then his big cock quickly brought me back to reality - I was the blonde.

Over 261,000 live viewers!!, the director couldn't bring himself to say, New record!

I'm about to... I whined, rolling my eyes at the intense stimulation of the rock-hard penis. My arms flew wildly through the air, desperate for support. The horny, coarse doctor understood my exclamation as an invitation and reached even harder. He had an animalistic, ruthless way of shagging - and in that moment, it was just what I needed.

When he got down on his knees and changed the direction of his attack, it was all over for me. I moaned loud and clear, arching my back, closing my eyes and gasping all lust uncontrollably into the room. The orgasm surged through me, I saw stars and lost my bearings. I had never been so blown away. I felt instinctively that this climax would remain extremely rare in its intoxication.

And the Doctor enjoyed making things worse. He rubbed his thumb on my over-excited clit. The lust just lashed through me. It became so intense that my legs went numb and suffered from bizarre muscle spasms.

Help!! I moaned at the top of my lungs, but he just kept banging, grabbing my jiggling tits to get a better grip on me until after another battery of hard thrusts, he stopped abruptly and stopped his wild fucking. Then he pressed his entire length into me and squirted, grunting. My orgasm became unbearable. His sperm acted like oil on my fire. He took deep breaths and snorted like a bull as he fired his salty gold deep into me.

This is crazy! the director shrieked.

The doctor grabbed the base of his thick cock and, panting, pulled it out of me. He was still cumming - an incredible amount of thick, milky lust. A shot landed in the middle of my crotch, tickling my cunt and giving me a jittery spasm. The last two spurts of his juice spread over my closely shaved pubic mound.

The doctor looked at me mischievously, then he said exhausted: " You 're crazy!"

I heard the automatic cameras zoom in and felt a perverse satisfaction - Tammy, porn actress.

»Don't run away, little one!«, the director gasped, »I'll get you a contract immediately! You start exclusively with us! You get every special request fulfilled!«

END

The Volunteers

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It 's going to be a drastic experience! I mimicked Professor Steck with pursed lips as I left the large exercise house with the examination areas and trudged onto the cold, muddy meadow.

»Now don't be like that!«, Marie interjected, »It's not about the gyno exercises, it's about the contacts! That's the way it is if you want to be in the top ten thousand..."

Even if she meant well, her advice could remain stolen from me. Marie was a completely different type than me. With her flannel shirt and coarse boots, she fitted perfectly into such a secluded forest landscape that an aging gynecology professor had chosen because his wife probably only ever wanted to go to the beach.

»I just need a bathroom! That doesn't go together. We sanitize our hands three times in there before we give birth on a puppet and then we're lying around in the dirt! I continued venting my anger. Besides, I've had almost no cell phone reception since I've been here! I haven't reached Brogan since this morning..."

I got lucky on the trees there earlier, she advised, and hurried to her tent. I winked at her and turned towards my own tent.

The first evening was done - arrival, welcome, instruction in the practice areas. Group exercises, lectures, congratulations followed tomorrow and on Sunday, the usual things that characterized an elite university like this one. I didn't care much. Basically, I had only signed up because of my father, so that I could boast of her future medical graduates. I was surprised myself two months ago when it worked and my application was accepted. My school grades were never bad, but they were never exceptional either. And now I was on my way to the doctor - more precisely to the highly specialized gynecologist. This new type of course made it possible to specialize right from the start.

I roughly tore open the zipper to my tent, dug my mobile phone out of the camping backpack and, just to be on the safe side, tied a jumper around my shoulders as an improvised scarf. The wind drove me namely in all limbs. When I got to the trees I texted Brogan: I miss you love! I'll get out of here early. And then you have to collect me. Bad reception, I'll get back to you. 1000 Kiss

Typing hurt my fingers. The buttons to adjust the gynecological examination chairs were poorly responsive.

I turned and thought about my time with Brogan. If it weren't for my father, I would have loved to have become a mother at the age of 20. Brogan was right for me, I felt that very strongly. I wanted to start a family with him and fight for the future. But without a university degree, I should be denied the inheritance. Those were my father's rules. He was rock hard about it and wouldn't be talked to, which sparked some defiance in me. After all, I had nothing to prove to anyone. And certainly not when I had to eat out of dirty pots on an open fire and sing songs from the previous century with strangers - that really had nothing in common with studying medicine.

I got so frustrated that I started packing back at the tent and walked towards the camp exit with a flashlight. The operators had laid out leveled, marked paths back to the village so that inexperienced vacationers couldn't get lost - I was one of those and I wanted to take exactly the designated path that I already recognized in the cone of light of the flashlight, when Marie caught up with me. She just appeared out of nowhere.

Where are you going, Janina?

I'm just going to get some fresh air before I lie down...

With all your baggage?!

"Yes, uh, it was too windy for me back there. I'm moving my tent.«

'But your tent is still standing. I just walked past it,' she caught me, making no secret of her affronts. In my anger at her disrespectful embarrassment, I tripped distractedly over a rock and lost my balance, causing my backpack to slip off my shoulder. I caught him at the last moment and crashed into the grass myself. A fingernail broke. I had it freshly painted before leaving to surprise Brogan.

Damn it! I hissed, holding my hand.

Are you all right?

Yes, yes, it's okay... I dismissed Marie with a harsh hand movement.

»Janina, if you want to go, do it. But you have to deregister, otherwise I'll have to report you! Confidants are also punished here and I don't take on this burden at the beginning of my studies!«

Her tone was as cold as the wind. As she did so, she teasingly combed one of her curly blonde strands away from her face and crossed her arms over her chest, as if I owed her an explanation. I got to my feet, wordlessly grabbed the flashlight that had also landed on the damp ground, and shouldered my bag, ignoring it.

What's going on here? Shouldn't you be asleep by now, ladies? a deep voice overran us. It belonged to Professor Steck, the graying head of the faculty, who had influenced an entire generation of gynecologists with his technical explanations and who had a penchant for checked shirts. He knew my father from his youth and was loyal to him. It was said that he suffered from chronic constipation - without knowing the truth, I decided that this disease suited him perfectly. Professor Steck was the personified cork in the ass. I didn't understand how this man could have had the calm to do intimate examinations on women - he was so stiff.

Clearing his throat, he switched on a flashlight next to him and shone it into the dull black mist until he spotted our faces.

»Janina was just about to leave. I got her! Marie babbled honestly and spitefully. I was just about to report. Please don't punish me!"

I had only known her for a week, but I had already realized that in front of professors and authority figures she mutated into an unpleasant role model and forgot all friendships.

Is that so, Janina? Steck asked with increasing emphasis, ignoring Marie's submissive tone, and tugged at his pants, which under the light of the flashlight became recognizable as pajamas that he had stuffed into his rubber boots - dark blue ones Pinstripes on a light blue background. These night pants also went perfectly with his type, I thought spitefully.

No, I lied practiced, I just wanted to change my sleeping place. First the backpack, then the tent. It's too remote for me back there. ... That is a cheeky insinuation! Aren’t false accusations also punished?

He ignored my question, probably because he thought his friendship with my father was a measure of me: You know that if you're playing games, I should call your father right away?

I would have liked to jump at his neck. Or better yet - I would have watched Brogan jump at him - that uptight rooster!

Yes, of course, Herr Professor Doktor Steck. I didn't want to leave, believe me. Marie misunderstood and overreacted...

If that's the case, I want to help you with your tent conversion so that you can get to sleep early. Tomorrow will be a long day. Come!

In order not to let my camouflage be blown, I gave in and playfully tired changed the campsite. In fact, my new bearing was less tugging. And I was a little more undisturbed.

Once I settled in, I kept nagging at Marie for quite a while before thinking about Brogan and promptly deciding to send him a photo of my outfit. This goat quickly faded into the background at the thought of him and his powerful member. Ever since it was clear that I was going to study medicine, I teased him about doctor games, some of which made him pretty horny.

I unzipped the sleeping bag, rolled up my fluffy gray sweatshirt, and immediately rolled down my sweatpants. Then I pressed the smartphone to my chin and took a few photos from my own perspective. My breasts, together with the nipples, which were raised to a point by the cold, were clearly visible at the lower edge of the picture, my flat, athletic stomach behind them paved the way to my crotch, which, freshly shaved, only announced a bare mons pubis, which was hidden after its steep slope.

I was happy with myself, although the sending didn't work - again no network. Then he'll get the pictures first thing in the morning, from the edge of the forest, I thought and turned on my side. To do this, I set my alarm clock earlier so that I could do it before everyone else, before the next person accused me of wrongdoing.

When I pulled my sweatpants back to my navel and wanted to wrap myself up, I unintentionally stroked my crack in an arousing manner. The brief, gentle contact went through me like an electric shock. I missed Brogan so much that I'd been on top all the time for the past few days. Following a spontaneous impulse, I touched myself again in the darkness of my tent. Some fantasy images of our last issue quickly caught up with me. Brogan and I had been doing it in the back seat of his Mustang. And I had him come for the first time in me. As a proud rider, I just sat on it. At the thought of his outpouring, I couldn't help but stroke myself offensively. I licked my fingers with a wide tongue and put them exactly on my clitoral hood, which I pulled back with one hand and then attacked my lust.

The idea of Brogan coming inside me was so exciting because my father, Ned, had drilled into my school days that I could never be without condoms. And if I did, I was never allowed to let a man cum inside me . He repeated this rule to me like a mantra. He repeated them over and over again and I had to repeat them, which meant that I almost dreaded the first experience and tensed up in panic when a man announced his orgasm. And up until that night with Brogan I had kept my word, but then Brogan's horniness had won. He just had just the right way of introducing me to this - a wonderful mix of trust and dominance. And I've carried that experience around with me ever since as my own personal masturbation fantasy. The parental prohibition had become my private fetish. Nothing made me hornier.

I soon resorted to my other hand, stroking my index and middle fingers along my labia and then sinking them both inside me, just imagining it was Brogan's potent cock about to unload its salty cargo. Together with the clit massage, it came to me in no time at all. I bit my lower lip, sighed softly and exhaled the orgasm through my nostrils. A fine, ecstatic rush swept through my loins first and then the rest of my body. I relaxed and let the waves of orgasm do their sweet work, wrapped in hot thoughts of Brogan. I soon fell asleep blissfully, only to be woken up far too early by my alarm clock.

I woke up with a start, unzipped my tent and, drowsy, marched to the edge of the forest in the clothes I had slept in to send my sexy little picture from there. I imagined how he couldn't contain himself at the sight and had to masturbate.

As soon as I arrived, I was surprised again by Marie.

Did you startle me! I exclaimed when I saw her.

But me, too! she replied, which made me sniff, because she must have seen me by now.

The way you're standing here, you saw me coming for a long time...

"I mean last night too. You gave me a fright!'

I stopped and didn't understand a word: How?

I heard exactly what you did in your tent.

That was too much for me: »I slept! And now leave me alone!"

'No!' she corrected me, getting louder, 'you were messing with your pussy. Until you came."

Marie, get out! I hissed at her. I couldn't do something like that, I just wanted to send off my hot photo.

I'll have to tell the professor, she threatened, and I stopped and turned on my heels.

I am a grown woman. I do what I want!

'The rules are different out here,' she sneered, 'chastity and concentration. You know that yourself. This is the only way to achieve top performance.«

Pff! I responded clumsily. I just wanted to get rid of her. My cell phone already had reception. The picture went on a journey. I wrote: The woman doctor has exactly the right medicine for you!

With my back to her, I felt so angry I could have jumped at her. What did this woman think of??

Then I had a brilliant idea and grabbed her hands reassuringly, "Come to think of it, you're absolutely right. It's not okay that I jeopardize my performance through masturbation. I'll go straight to Professor Steck and confess everything. Shall we then meet at my tent and use 30 minutes to prepare? Maybe we'll make a team!«

She really blossomed while I apologetically caressed the back of my hand and then beamed like a silly mother hen.

That's how we do it! she exclaimed enthusiastically, I'm glad you saw that so quickly, see you soon!

She hopped off happily and I marched towards the larger tents where the professors slept. I couldn't help but smile broadly. I was pretty taken in by that, because of course I didn't want to do anything like that. On the contrary - I wanted to smear her and make sure that she had to leave in the next hour.

I quickly laid out a credible story and then hit the tents - loud snoring everywhere. The professors were still sound asleep. I toyed briefly with the idea of waking her up. Marie was so cheeky that I had to get rid of her. But then I had an even more ingenious idea, because Professor Steck was also a risk factor. I inspected his tent and in an unobserved moment unzipped the mouse silently - he had a spacious sleeping place, in which there was even a camping bed, on which he snored like a water buffalo. Not bad, I thought, pulling down my sweatpants. I undressed silently like a gazelle and nimbly lay down beside him, without touching or waking him. Then I raised my arm, my phone at the ready, and snapped a handful of explicit selfies. He didn't notice anything at all. And since I also knew him privately, I knew that such pictures would silence him and make him docile. I was a very attractive young woman who sometimes acted naively - no one would forgive him for having seduced this young soul. With a thieving grin, I dressed in a flash and wanted to leave when I discovered medication on a plastic box the size of a shoe box. My curiosity won out and I inspected the label on the package - against chronic constipation, that's what I read first. So constipation after all, bingo! I knew immediately what I could do with it, silently opened the pack that had already been opened and broke a tablet from the bottom of the blister. Pack back, zip up and like the wind back to my tent, where I saw Marie. I hid the pill in my pocket.

»He was really angry!«, I intercepted her, »But then he understood. It really is better to be honest. Thank you Marie! I feel good now..."

She looked maudlin and almost saintly, then gleefully opened one of her books, ready to prepare for what was, for her, a boring day.

Hmm, I mocked yawned, "let's have a drink and start in the warm? The community center is probably already open.«

She agreed and we found a suitable place.

I'll get us some tea, I forestalled her, going to the breakfast table with the thermos flasks and preparing two cups - one of them with a special twist. I dropped the tablet into it and stirred it extra thoroughly with a little sugar. Then I served her the mixture. Thirsty Marie needed three puffs to empty the cup. And shortly after that it started. She doubled over abruptly to meet a spontaneous need. Then, red-faced, she excused herself and tiptoed awkwardly in the direction of the restrooms, which unfortunately were outside of this common room. It took a lot of effort not to follow her and slam my hand on the table with laughter.

I then learned the rest from stories told by other fellow students and direct accusations against me.

It was no longer enough for Marie, who had been traumatized in the meantime, to go to the toilet successfully. She literally collapsed halfway and burst into screams of shock, disgust, and irritation that quickly drew the senior professors into action. In addition to Professor Steck, there was also Doctor Martin, his chair assistant, and Professor Doctor Nordich, a dynamic gynecologist in his mid-40s, who was considered his foster son and was already teaching as a private lecturer.

Professor Steck was the first to put the puzzle together. Despite his odd style of clothing, he had a special nose for logical thinking. Apparently he had counted his intestinal aids in the box and was still surprised that one pill had disappeared in the morning. When Marie then reported in her agony that she hadn't eaten anything at all and couldn't explain it at all, they soon came up with the tea I had given her.

And now I was sitting at a distance in the first row in front of Professor Nordich and Frau Doctor Martin and had to justify myself under their angry snorts. In a quiet moment, in my negligence, I had threatened Professor Steck with the dodgy snapshots in order to avert the matter. I managed to get him to hold back, but I couldn't stop his two terriers. Now I was pretty much in trouble.

The two rows of chairs behind me were intentionally left empty. Then the entire student body that had traveled along followed in the rows behind. The elite students all agreed that I didn't fit into their group because of my particular reprehensibility. Her insults weren't noble either, but they bounced off me almost painlessly - I didn't want to stay anyway. I wanted to see Brogan. This whole event left me too little freedom.

You know what we're going to do? Nordich asked after he'd calmed down and agreed not to charge me with assault. I shook my head.

We'll let your classmates vote on whether they want you to stay among their own kind.

I exhaled quietly but contentedly. My fellow students couldn't give me grades. Then I would go home as planned and be allowed to tell about my little prank in Brogan's arms.

That's a good idea, sir! agreed the wildly curly-haired Martin. Any suggestions?

The students looked overwhelmed with the request. I felt validated.

'Well, maybe Marie? Do you have any idea how we can get the young lady back on track?"

Frau Doctor Martin expressed herself in a very select and distinguished manner. The glasses she wore on her nose, with their thick horn rims, did not go at all with the uncombed wildness of her curls.

Marie felt uncomfortable being asked to be the center of attention again because it reminded everyone of the reason for this tribunal.

Ahem... she began, embarrassed, looking down at the floor, "I don't want to stoop to this level and think up a punishment ..."

Some students immediately agreed and applauded her courage.

»...but I still have an idea how Janina could be of use to us.«

The emphasis made my heart tremble. I got nervous.

It's a pity, she continued, that we have to practice on artificial vaginas and plastic thighs. I mean, nothing replaces the experience you can get from a living patient. Especially since today's topic is the female arousal cycle.«

Now, slowly but surely, my throat tightened. I stared at the faces of the two medics in front of me to read their reaction before they even said it.

"And that's why I suggest that Janina make herself available as a test subject and voluntarily sit on the examination chair. Of course I realize that we can't all play around with it, but maybe one of them can demonstrate the key points.«

A murmur went through the hall. It was impossible for me to tell if Marie was reciprocating or genuinely interested in the live object exercises - that nifty snake! In any case, Doctor Martin and Professor Nordich stroked their chins thoughtfully before enthusiastically agreeing.

An excellent idea! proclaimed the spokeswoman, Doctor Martin. Next to her, Nordich jumped up with applause and nodded cheeringly at the crowd of students. I almost got dizzy trying to imagine what that might mean. I made up my mind to just walk away at the next opportunity. I wanted to sacrifice the clothes and the backpack. It was completely beyond my imagination to present myself naked in front of strangers - let alone in such a way that my legs were spread through a chair.

Professor Nordich's hands calmed those present and asked for silence. He possessed a natural dominance that was respected by all. His hair was still noticeably thick for his age, and his build was athletic.

I don't want to dampen the cheering, he began, This suggestion is great, but of course we can't decide over Janina. For this reason ...

He stepped off the small stage and walked towards me. At that moment, Professor Steck came into my field of vision. He had passed me on the left and was now standing at the back end by the stage, watching me. When our eyes met, he shook his head imperceptibly but menacingly - the reference was immediately clear to me and it took my breath away. He wanted me to step up and play along. He only had one ace up his sleeve - calling my father. Clearly he risked that I would distribute the pictures. Now I was completely with my back to the wall.

Professor Doctor Nordich stood in front of me, made eye contact, and then asked quietly, Janina. will you make yourself available as a test subject for the good of our community so that I can demonstrate some harmless techniques on you and we can increase the learning effect for everyone?

Again my gaze wandered from the corner of my eye to Steck. He shook his head again, well disguised, just for a moment. I gulped, my heart racing and my palms were damp.

Eyes downcast, after a moment's pause I replied, Yes.

Bravo! Nordich clapped his hands contentedly and turned to the other students, Then let's work our way through the theory of female sexual arousal as quickly as possible in order to then present some basics that you will later have to apply professionally.

Everyone scurried contentedly back to their assigned little groups. I was the only one who remained sitting there, numb - my cheeks throbbing numbly. My breathing was shallow and nervous, my heart pounding against my chest in warning. I used my fingers to comb my hair behind my ears and cautiously looked around. Professor Steck was conferring with Doctor Martin in the corner by the stage - the rest had already disappeared. No one had slapped me on the back or encouraged me.

They actually saw my unimaginable shame as appropriate punishment for a little diarrhea. Suddenly the two teachers approached me. Professor Steck wore a new kind of severity on his face, as if he wanted to make an example of me.

Janina, I'm glad that you now want to integrate better into the course and are even willing to give deeper insights so that everyone can learn more, he formulated maliciously and emphasized his hints, to which I just nodded wordlessly. At the moment I didn't feel like fighting back. I had lost the fun. How was I going to explain to Brogan that a bunch of strange men were staring between my legs?

The professor sat down next to me and touched my thigh, right at the knee joint, with a worried look on his face.

Are you... freshly groomed down there?

I backed away and looked at him in horror. Doctor Martin then stepped in and added: »The professor means whether your private parts have been freshly shaved, Janina. That would of course be an advantage for demonstration purposes.«

I, um... I squeaked, unusually weak, ...last shaved three days ago.

My whole back tingled as I spoke those words. I didn't know myself to be so insecure.

"Come! Then we'll whip you into shape,' she breathed matter-of-factly, grabbing my wrist and dragging me toward the door. I turned and caught old Steck staring at my butt. He recognized that I noticed him, but didn't feel embarrassed. This was so unusual for this man I knew somewhat that it sent chills down my spine.

The doctor turned with me into the neighboring building and headed straight for the first examination room. The university spared no expense for this private course - not even the trouble of having gynecological examination chairs set up in a camping facility.

Please clear yourself downstairs for a moment, Janina, she asked me bluntly, turning her back on me and closing the door. Then she broke a disposable razor out of its plastic wrapper and placed it on the tray attached to a rotating arm by the big chair.

I can do that on my own, I said indignantly, but hadn't reckoned with her rabid manner.

»You can pack your bags very quickly, young woman!«, she replied brusquely, pointing her finger out of the window, »I won't risk you cutting yourself shaving now and not feeling anything later. I'll do that myself. Up, undress and sit down!«

I swallowed and simmered briefly, but then surrendered and slowly got out of my shoes. Then I stripped off pants and panties. My knees went weak as the panties slid down my thighs.

»No, everything!«, she suddenly added, »Up and around too!«

Why is that?! I bit back - I hadn't lost the language to her.

"I'll look at your breasts too. for safety's sake. This is how we handle it in the faculty. No one goes before the students unseen.«

I was forced to agree and stripped off the rest until I was stark naked in front of the woman. She gave me a hard-to-define gaze from her stool and finally said, There, please!

With a queasy feeling in my stomach, I walked past her, without being able to assess what she must have been thinking when I stood in front of her so naked. She then gave the answer herself as I put one foot on the pedestal and climbed into the chair. She grabbed my buttocks to support me, even though that wasn't necessary. Her fingers dug into my flesh with interest and she said appreciatively: »You're in pretty good shape, Janina. I'm sure your friend will have a lot of fun with this body.«

My otherwise confident face couldn't hide my horror - what an inappropriate question! To be on the safe side, I carefully probed: You mean...

Before I could finish my question, she cut me off: »Sexual! Yes, of course I mean sexually! He definitely enjoys romping around on your body! I mean look at you! As a woman, I almost feel like doing something to you! But what am I talking about! Women like you and me are strictly heterosexual. Besides, we're both faithful and committed. So we can save that. Ok Janina! One leg over here, please, and the other over there."

Her hands patted the two leg rests that were supposed to steer me into the typical gynecological spread position. However, I was so amazed by her frivolous compliment that I remained motionless until she finally interjected: We don't have forever!

Then she grabbed my left leg and heaved it over the bracket with her own hands. I lifted my second leg myself because I had caught myself there again. She could tell how surprised I was when she put on latex gloves and then reached for the razor that had been laid out.

»Now don't look like that!«, she tried to calm her down and put her hand on my thigh, close to the crook of my hip, »I won't hurt you! Or are you uncomfortable that I paid you a compliment? I can also call Professor Steck ..."

"No no! Don't!' I snorted a little too loudly, making her smile. Moments later, two of her fingers had accurately stretched my right labia majora to allow the razor to sneak over it. I was unusually sensitive to her touch, struggling to keep my feelings to myself. In no case should I make any noises - not in front of her and certainly not under the circumstances.

But it didn't help, she took notice of my efforts: Am I hurting you?

Again I said no and she continued. Calmly, she medically corrected an area of my vagina between two fingers and then freed it from all hair growth. As she did this, I found myself increasingly forced to cling to the armrests, as her finger kept slipping and then penetrating me with the tip, stimulating, or nudging my clitoris. I tried really hard to control myself, but no matter how hard I tried, it was in vain. Her comparatively small and delicate hands had an unusual effect on me. Maybe it was because I was touched by a woman at the cleft for the first time. Eventually I had to close my eyes and bite my lip. I only ripped them open again when I felt a nudge at my anus.

I'll go over that with the blade for a moment, too. Will you move your hips forward a bit, please?

I complied without a trace of resistance. By now I just wanted her to finish and end this humiliating performance. But I had misjudged the situation, because the razor had hardly landed on the tray after the work was done and the latex gloves flapped off my hands when her fingers scurried back to my privates.

»Stay there!«, she ordered soberly, »I still have to feel you.«

I chuckled down any pent up discomfort and looked at her with wide eyes. She insisted on stroking my labia with stroking tips to check the smoothness of her shave. The gentle touch raised the hairs on the back of my neck because suddenly I felt a tug in my cunt that I didn't want to feel in this situation - it was arousal that increased drastically as she opened me with two fingers of her right hand and then carefully with entered the middle finger of the left hand. Her choice of finger irritated me and then it happened - I sighed because this particularly long finger was writhing inside me so that I could also explore the upper areas of my inner life.

At my clearly lusty tone, she lifted her head and murmured, Don't worry, I'll be right over to measure your arousal curve!

My unintentional horniness was now mixed with shame and rejection: »Measurement of my arousal curve??!«

Yes! she answered blankly, After all, Professor Nordich has to know what he's dealing with.

Her index finger joined her piercing middle finger. The two little fingers in combination created a fullness that gave the tugging in my crack a warming note. I got horny. By mere stimulation with the hand. By a woman. I couldn't believe it and at the same time I prayed that she wouldn't take any notice of my increasing wetness.

I'll also take a quick look at the anus, she explained dryly, lingered with her two fingers in my front hole and put the index finger of the other hand on my bottom. There she twisted him like a corkscrew until he overcame my butt's natural closing reflex and entered me. It felt like an attack that caught me by surprise so that I tensed up. However, Doctor Martin held her fingers in me so practiced that my muscle contractions only affected me. I was massaging myself by challenging her like this, which made me moan again. So clear that even a deaf mute would have recognized how horny this contact made me.

And because it was so obvious, I turned red. I was terribly ashamed. It didn't just feel like cheating, it felt like betrayal - a woman had no sexual feelings to arouse in me. I finally got into men.

But as if she didn't want to accept this mental statement on my part, she asked, What is the easiest way for you to climax?

It was impossible for me to speak as a total of three fingers from two different hands reached into my two holes, probing my tight inner workings. I stared at her with wide eyes, but I couldn't make a sound. My cheeks throbbed with shame.

I understand, she whispered, this is an unfamiliar situation for you, Janina. But believe me when I tell you, it's going to get a lot awkward in front of the students. So I suggest you take a deep breath, sit back, and treat this as a welcome exercise before you actually perform. Because I'm going to give you credit for our institute's stats and just assume that cunnilingus is the best way to achieve orgasm.

With a fluttering, restless look, I nodded, as she dived down and kissed my mons pubis.

What are you doing? I found the words under all the shame. Her mouth parted inches from my skin and breathed without looking up, I'll measure your arousal curve so the professor knows what to do. What do you think?!

She took her glasses off her nose, her lips docking again, wetting my skin with electrifying touches I couldn't deal with the intensity of. My tense back pressed against the backrest as I watched her in shock. The mouth traveled down, kissing my outer labia and teasing my sensitive flesh. Then her tongue entered me above her fingers. She cooed, pulled them back, and said softly, Your vaginal flora tastes very healthy!

Hearing her speak like that excited me. I couldn't suppress it. Her mouth wandered further and found my clitoris, over which he greedily slipped. She suckled me tenderly, matching the pressure to the twitching of my abdomen. When she had found the right sucking rhythm, she brought her tongue into play. At that moment I forgot all sense of space and time. Her small, pointed woman's tongue raced relentlessly counter-clockwise over my rapidly swelling clit until it literally split my lips open and I let out one fervent moan after the other.

"Oh help! Oh no!' moaned, 'That feels amazing!'

I just couldn't contain myself anymore. All lust just gushed out of me. I even gasped in embarrassment: Don't stop! Just as! Please don't stop!

My horny interjections caused her to move her fingers, which were still resting in me, in perverse movements. She started circling her finger on my buttocks, applying light pressure impulses to my anus. At the same time she fucked me with the other two fingers in my wet column. She did the latter with great speed, so that my screams of pleasure quickly turned into a horny, choked whimper. She had driven my horniness to the ceiling in minutes until I was almost there. I knew I was about to lose myself, so I ran my hand through her curly hair to make sure I got my money's worth. In my intoxication I didn't want to risk that she suddenly broke off - she licked too well for that.

Ooohh jaaaa!!, I yelped and pressed her face a little into my wet lust, Oh, that's awesome!

Then I came. The orgasm hit me like lightning. The entire musculature of my pussy spasmed and tensed with spasms. A hot rush rushed through my clit deep into my canal and then through my entire abdomen. I threw my head back and repeated to myself, That's awesome!! Please don't stop!

Then I surrendered and let the lust whip through me. Panting wildly, I looked down at the erotically sucked mouth that had worried me violently. Frau Doctor Martin looked up contentedly, removed her finger from my bum and held the wristwatch of the same hand at eye level in amazement while I flexed my toes uncontrollably to get the numbness in my legs under control. Everything in me tingled, especially my crease and stomach. I couldn't believe it was so difficult for me.

When she finally loosened her mouth, carefully pulled her fingers out of my grotto and then wiped her mouth with the back of her hand with a grin, it was all over me - I had discovered a new secret fondness for women. She licked something similar and yet so different. I couldn't do without it anymore and my blissful face betrayed me.

"Four minutes and twelve seconds! That's good!' she praised after standing up and straightening her back. She then lowered the spread of my leg braces, allowing me some relaxation. My breathing calmed down and I felt my crotch in amazement.

You liked that, huh? she asked, grinning.

Yes! I admitted frankly, climbing down from the chair at her gesture. She grabbed my shoulders and leveled me at her. Then she felt my breasts with pressing gestures and explained: »Your arousal curve is very steep, Janina! This could get very...um...well, intense for you..."

While I was cleaning myself with a damp towel, she asked me a few more questions: Have you ever had sex with a woman?

No. So until just now...

With a man?

Yes.

With several men?

Yes ...

"In order. Then we'll get ready for your performance ,' she joked, handing me a clothes bag from a closet. It contained tight, black lingerie, with cut-outs on the nipples and in the intimate area. The lingerie looked like it had been stolen from a high-class prostitute.

That's a joke, isn't it? I wondered at the supposed learning effect that this laundry was supposed to trigger in the other students.

Does it look like a joke? she growled back seriously, opening the closet for me. About twenty more clothes bags hung there on three clothes rails.

»There is a different outfit in each of these bags. Your arousal curve has shown that this lingerie best suits your desire profile. You need to feel sexy, which is why this two piece is sophisticated and feminine. And at the same time, shame plays an important role in you. That is why the