A Proper Young Man's Guide to Anal Etiquette - Chapter 3
By: Lord Odie
The Obligatory Disclaimer
The following is a work of pure sexual fiction and is intended for adult audiences ONLY. If you are under the age of 18, please stop reading NOW and go tell your parent and/or guardian that you need stricter internet supervision. Any physical resemblance to a real person that any fictional character herein may bear is probably intentional and is meant as a compliment. Furthermore, all fictional characters in the following fantasy are consenting adults over the age of 18. They are also BDSM professionals and good at what they do. So please, don't try anything that you're about to read at home, if such things were even physically possible. If you still insist on trying things at home, please send all pictures and feedback to me about the experience. If I can't stop you, I can at least make sure you're doing it right. Consider yourself disclaimed.
3. Human Sociology 204
"And so, science is still trying to understand whether the unprecedented changes in Human evolutionary history over the past century are just nature taking a giant leap forward or intentional genetic modification to our basic genome," Professor McNally droned on at the front of the class. The attractive, early 30-something 5' 8", buxom redhead wore her hair up in a tight bun. Her dark green glasses were purely aesthetic on her cute nose. She wore a tight-fitting, expensive, dark grey skirt suit. The suit's jacket had wide lapels that ended just below her belly button and were far enough apart to ride on either side of her truly mouthwatering 34I cup tits. The thin white blouse she wore underneath was almost translucent. The black bra she worn underneath that was a 3/4 cup design and held her tits high up on her chest. Matt could see the tops of her large areola's peaking above her bra's cups through her ultra-sheer blouse. Professor McNally's skirt was more conservative and came down to mid-thigh. He could just see the tops of her stockings as she walked on her 6" high heels.
"So, other than the female to male ratio being at 5-1 and getting less favorable to women by the decade, what are some documented, gender-specific changes we've noticed?" she asked to a full, 150-seat theater. After a few seconds of silence, she added, "This stuff is from chapter 7 'A Century of Changes' in your textbooks. It will be on the test next week, you know," she said, picking up the only physical copy of the text in the room and waving it around threateningly. Just like the digital copies all the students had, the book's cover was adorned with the full-colored image of three young women in their late-20s walking down a tree-lined sidewalk, smiling and laughing. Each was very attractive and wore very conservative looking clothing that left an abnormal amount of skin to the imagination. A graphical "slash" was torn across the middle of the image starting from just below a Hispanic woman on the left's shoulder, across a tall thin black woman in the center, to the to the short thick-n-busty redheaded woman on the right's right knee. Inside the slash was a black and white image of the same three women, but nude. The bases of three rather large anal dildos were visible between the women's legs, as were the three matching bulges underneath their stomachs. The Hispanic and black woman's nipples were clamped, while the redhead's massive tits were both tied at their bases and clamped. Only the Hispanic woman's urethra was plugged, the black woman's labia were pierced closed with steel rings, and the redhead's pussy looked to be leaking cum from a recent encounter. All three cunts were bald. The back of the book had a similar image of the three women from the backside. Each had shapely buttocks that were spread wide from the thick dildos locked in their nether holes. The Hispanic woman's toned ass cheeks sported crisscrossed welts from a recent caning and the redhead's arms were bound in revere-prayer position in a leather armbinder underneath her grey sweatshirt. The text's title was:
The Sexual Dichotomy of Western Women at the Turn of the 22
nd
Century
Dr. Elizabeth Swanson | Dr. Ewa Wojciechowski
4
th
Edition
Matt was idly staring at the title page of chapter 7 in the textbook on his tablet. Underneath the 'A Century of Changes' title was an animated double image. Both images showed the inside of a gynecologist's office. The top image was meant to depict the late 20
th
century from the look of the decor, while the bottom image was a modern office. Both images contained the same three women who were on the cover. In fact, all the still and animated images in the textbook were of the same three models.
In the top image, the redhead reclined in an antique gynecological chair. Her legs were held slightly aloft and apart in stirrups. Except for her naked legs, she was fully covered in a gown with her hands in her lap. The black woman was fully clothed, dressed as a doctor in a covering lab coat. She was sitting on a comfortable stool peering between the redhead's spread legs. The Hispanic woman was dressed as a nurse in loose-fitting green scrubs. She stood off to the chair's side scribing notes on a clipboard. There was line of text at the bottom, "I know the vaginal speculum is uncomfortable, Mrs. Johnson. I'll be done in a few seconds after I check your cervix. Then we just have a few more questions about your medical history and you should be all done in about 15 minutes and can return to work. Nurse Cruze can schedule your next appointment in a year on your way out."
In the bottom image, the redhead model was restrained to a modern gynecological chair. Her legs were pulled backwards and to the sides painfully so that her cuffed ankles rested behind the plane of her shoulders. She was completely naked except for her black stockings and high heels. Painful looking clamps adorned each rock-hard nipple, and her urethra was filled with an extra-large catheter that looked to be nearly .75" wide. A rubber tube ran from the catheter's base to the base of the thick oral dildo locked down the redhead's throat. A medical-sized anal speculum pried her ruined asshole into a gaping circle that had to have been well over 6" wide. The black doctor still wore a medical coat, but it opened in the back like the female medical coats Matt was used to. Underneath the coat, the woman's short skirt had ridden up her buttocks to reveal the equally large dildo locked into her rectum. She sat on a short stool with her ankles pulled back underneath her and locked to the underside of the seat. A magnetic hardpoint had engaged with her anal dildo and was slowly pistoning it up and down inside her hole. One of the doctor's hands was buried inside the redhead's bald cunt while the other furiously worked her penitent's aroused clit. The Hispanic woman stood off to the side as before, but now wore a white skintight latex minidress that plunged down so far that it didn't even hide her most of her lacey white bra. The hem of the skirt barely came down far enough to cover her genitals. She was alternating between tapping notes into her tablet and reaching down to tighten the redhead's nipple clamps. There was another line of text at the bottom of the image reading, "The anal speculum should be nice and painful just the way you like it, Mrs. Johnson. I need you to have another vaginal orgasm so we can make sure you're producing enough lubricant and ejaculate. Then we'll fit a nice big medical torture dildo into your colon for some extended anal orgasm observations. You should be all done in three to four hours, but you'll be pretty wrecked for the next day or so. Nurse Cruze can schedule your next appointment in a month on your way out."
After a few more seconds, a 20-year-old young man in the third row shouted, "Bigger tits!" a little too loud, turned bright red in embarrassment as the room erupted into muted laughter.
"Calm down now. We're all adults here," the professor said as she took a seat at the chair behind the desk on the elevated podium. She had to grunt as her guts were rearranged by the nearly 7.5" wide, 20" long dilation plug her boyfriend had locked up her bottom that morning. That diameter was still new to her, and she was having trouble acclimating. "Correct. Through a combination of hormones in our food, Voluptuzym in our water supply and some unknown genetic changes, over the last century, the average cup size in America has gone from a B-cup in the 1990's to a D-cup in the 2010's to an F-cup today. And they've gotten a lot more sensitive as well," she added from personal experience.
