Sex-Man Adventures

"Welcome to Sex-Men - the place that makes dreams come true."

That one off-handed remark had become ingrained into Miles' memory. In fact, that very moment had defined who he would become. It had cemented his career path. Miles had planned to attend university, get a degree, then become a successful accountant. He wasn't particularly interested in business - it just happened to be the path he was headed towards. Then that - the

incident

happened, and it changed Miles' life forever.

Where was he now? He looked down at the small, hand-held bag he carried around with him. In the dark of the moonless sky, it was almost impossible to see. This was going to be a difficult mission, and Miles knew it. The last Sex-Man who had infiltrated the DBS Girls' College had vanished from existence. No-one had gone after him; after all, who would dare set foot in that place? Yet Miles had proven himself time and time again. With a track record of thousands of satisfied girls, he had made a name for himself. Urban rumours circulated about a legendary Sex-Man unlike no other.

And therefore, it was no surprise when Miles received a voice message, claiming to come from the DBS Girls' College.

'We need you here, Miles,'

a girl had whispered over the line.

'The DBS. We can't bear it any longer. Last week, a girl got caught masturbating, and the Grannies chopped her fingers off. I need you. I'm so horny right now, I could almost orgasm just thinking about it. But I can't. We can't. The Grannies would literally kill us. Please, Miles. You're our only hope.'

Miles had hesitated upon hearing the legendary religious school's name. The teachers - or Grannies, they were called - had zero tolerance for any form of sexual activity. All kinds of punishment, from flaying to keelhauling, and even dismemberment, were all somehow permitted by the local government. Perhaps it was that ridiculous religious freedom law, Miles remembered, which the College had exploited to their full advantage. But there was no choice. The students needed

him

, and he had to deliver. If not, what would his purpose in life be?

And so now Miles groaned, cresting the top of the dirt path. It had been a long, arduous trip up the hill - no, mountain, given just how massive it was - and Miles wasn't sure if he had the energy to make love to a hundred teenaged girls. They were all over eighteen, of course; Miles had made sure of that. He quickly ran for the cover of the trees, hoping to be no more than a swift shadow in the wind. He knew there were cameras posted along the walls of the building, and Miles had gauged their blind spots a few days back.

Miles pushed his way through the shaggy shrubs, keeping to a crouch. He couldn't let himself be seen, not now. He was so close. He could almost touch the brick wall of the building, the impenetrable castle that rose above him. Miles laughed. The medieval design of the school was almost as old-fashioned as the people running it, he thought. Then with a final leap, he arced over the clearing between the bushes and the wall, leaving the cameras' line of sight as quickly as he entered.

Up above him, the towering wall loomed. Miles glanced up and smiled. Excellent. The brick had crumbled away in countless places, leaving plenty of hand and foot-holds for Miles to scale up the wall with. And so he began, glancing around quickly, feeling the cold air on his neck. His fingers dug into the rough crevice, scratching his tender skin. But he couldn't stop now. The girls needed him more than he needed the comfort of his bed. Tonight, he would be putting his skills to use. Miles clambered upwards, placing a tentative sneaker in another crevice, and he began to climb.

The wind buffeted him, seeming to push him away from the wall. Miles tried not to look down at the ground. He had always had a fear of heights, and all his training still hadn't quite hammered it out of him. He resolved to keep going.

Left hand, right foot. Right hand...

and above him, he saw something dangling out of a window. A rope? No, Miles knew what this was. The girls had tied up their blankets in a makeshift rope. Miles smiled. He would reward them well tonight. He reached up, grabbed onto the fluffy rope, and was promptly hoisted up into the night.

*****

'Alright,' the teacher called. 'Who wants to try next? Come on, don't be shy.' She smiled, flashing a row of perfect teeth at her students. She was hot, blonde and the very fantasy of the many teenaged boys in front of her. Perhaps that was why the Academy had hired Miss Maisie to lead the practical classes. She was the ideal specimen, with her perky breasts and her plump, juicy ass. Even Miles had once thought about bending her over and rearranging her insides. In fact, this class always made him hot and horny.

'Miles!' Miss Maisie tried. 'How about you? Want to take a gander? If you make me cum, you'll become the Top in Class...' Her words lingered tantalizingly. Miles knew he had no chance. There had been five boys before him, five eighteen-year-olds who had tried almost every technique in the book, from fingering to slurping and sucking. It had all been a disaster. For all Miles knew, Miss Maisie's vagina was an impenetrable brick wall.

But he could feel the uncomfortable bulge in his pants. He couldn't resist the allure of the young, pretty teacher's slit. Sure, he had enjoyed it once during orientation week, but it had been so long ago... and Miss Maisie's eyes were just so beautiful. He sighed. 'Yes, Miss,' he replied. 'I'll try.' He stood up, trying to push down his erection. Of course, no-one cared. He was just being paranoid. After all, no-one even commented on the boys at the back, who spent Practical classes masturbating away to Miss Maisie.

Mile's teacher looked at him approvingly. 'I can see you're excited, Miles. Guess what. If you make me cum today, I'll return the favour. How's that for an incentive?'

Miles hesitated. Were teachers even allowed to pleasure students? He supposed Miss Maisie could get away with it. Her legendary blowjobs allowed her to get away with almost anything. 'Sure,' Miles grinned. 'I'll make you proud.' He had no confidence in himself, but he couldn't let the class know that. They were watching him, watching his every move. They would jeer if the timer ran out before Miss Maisie orgasmed. No-one had done it before, and no-one expected today's skinny boy to do it either.

Miles got down on his knees. His teacher laid flat on a table, legs spread, smiling with such a pretty smile, Miles just wanted to lean in and kiss her. 'Remember, your main goal is to pleasure your client. Your only goal, in fact. If you're enjoying it, your client is not,' Miss Maisie reminded. 'You've got five minutes. Time starts

now.

'

Miles couldn't hold back any longer. He took a deep breath and dove in, plunging his face between his teacher's soft, tender legs, cupping her thighs in his hands. Immediately the gentle, creamy smell of her vagina filled his nostrils. He grinned, sticking out a tentative tongue, then thought better of it. He knew something the others didn't, the importance of foreplay. The five boys before him had jumped right in, eating out Miss Maisie with a passion Miles couldn't quite believe. But while they were rock-hard already, the same couldn't be said of their poor teacher.

Miles placed his hands along Miss Maisie's naked body. She was so hot, her skin so supple. Miles could feel his erection straining against his pants. But he couldn't take her, no matter how much he wanted to. It would be a gross violation of the student-teacher relationship, one that would get Miles instantly expelled. No, he would have to control himself. He caressed his fingertips along his teacher's stomach, feeling around, travelling slowly to her breasts. He paused, hearing Miss Maisie's breath come out in gasps. Suddenly aware of herself, she stopped and raised an eyebrow. 'Time is ticking, Miles.'

There were four minutes left, and Miles hoped upon hope that his plan would work out. He would be the butt of the class jokes, he knew. He tried again, running his fingers along Miss Maisie's body, then up to her breasts, and then he drew a circle around his teacher's nipples. She stiffened beneath him, muffling a gasp of surprise. Miles grinned. She was getting flustered, desperate for him to eat her out. He could almost feel the heat radiating from between her legs, almost taste her juice dripping onto the table.

He smiled, locking eyes with Miss Maisie. They had a look of desperation in them, almost as if she was telling Miles to

hurry up and fuck me.

And Miles wouldn't reject the offer. He crouched back onto his knees, coming to face-level with his teacher's slit. Indeed, it was dripping wet with some sort of natural lubricant. Somehow, Miles had achieved the impossible. The class had gone silent. Even the boys in the back had paused their non-stop masturbation. He glanced at the timer. One minute. He had one minute to make Miss Maisie orgasm so hard, her screams would echo throughout the Academy.

He stuck out his tongue, feeling the soft skin of his teacher's vagina against it. It was wet and sticky and literally emanating heat. Miles knew he couldn't let Miss Maisie wait any longer. Miles started licking furiously, his tongue running across her clitoris. He could feel her legs quaking, squeezing hard against the sides of his head. But still she remained silent. Miles admired that about her. He pushed his tongue deeper, feeling Miss Maisie's sticky lubricant coat his tongue, the sweet dessert he never knew he needed. He felt Miss Maisie's cold hands latch onto his, squeezing tight. He didn't stop.

'Thirty seconds,' someone called out from the class. There was a quiet chuckle of laughter from those who wanted to see Miles fail. He resolved to try harder. Miss Maisie was almost there, but not quite. She needed something... something... Ah, right. Miles gently let go of his teacher's quivering thighs, and reached for a small butt-plug on the next desk over. It was Miss Maisie's favourite, he knew, and it would propel her to orgasm. He started eating her out even harder, stretching his tongue deep inside her, feeling for the coveted G-spot. But Miles knew he didn't have enough time to find it. The class had begun a countdown from ten, and it was now or never.

Miles stopped, peering at Miss Maisie's small, pink butthole. He grinned, threading the long, bulbous butt-plug deep inside her anus, then ate out Miss Maisie with a passion he never knew he had. He dimly heard the class behind him. 'Five... four... three...' It seemed to be the final straw. Her legs clamped tight around Miles' head. 'AHHHHH,' Miss Maisie cried, no longer able to hold in her pleasure. She pulled at Miles' hair, her eyes crossing over as the ecstasy of climax took her. The world disappeared around her, and all she could feel was that wonderful, glorious feeling between her legs.

Miles didn't stop licking. He knew what was coming, and he was ready. Miss Maisie's back arched, her knuckles turned white, and suddenly his mouth was filled with a salty liquid as his teacher squirted, and squirted, and didn't stop until what seemed like an eternity. Miles swallowed, not willing to let his Miss Maisie's gift go to waste. It was for

him,

he realised. This was her body's reaction to

him

, her way of professing her lust. His pants suddenly felt very, very wet. Miles looked down at his uniform, watching as a large, dark patch spread across the front of his pants. He sighed. He really couldn't control himself these days.

Miss Maisie laid there, panting, her face flushed red, her hair messy. She was silent for a long moment, trying to process the greatest orgasm she'd ever had in her life. Miles thought she looked even prettier, and he smiled at her. 'How'd I do?'

His teacher beckoned with a hand. 'Come closer,' she said, her voice diluted with the aftereffects of climax. Miles obeyed, and she sat up, grabbed Miles' shoulders, and kissed him on the lips, hard. He suddenly felt electrified, as if she were connected to a live voltage supply. Her lips felt so soft on his own, so warm, and so sweet. Miss Maisie held the kiss for fifteen seconds, before she reeled back, gasping for air.

'Shit, Miles. That was the best, the

best

fucking orgasm I've ever had. Fuck. My insides are churning just thinking about how good it felt...'

'I'm glad I made you happy, Miss Maisie,' Miles replied sheepishly.

She looked at him, suddenly serious. 'Top in Class, without a doubt.'

The ramifications suddenly sunk in for Miles. He had done it. He had accomplished the impossible. He had given his teacher an incredible climax, and now... now he was the Top in Class. Miles looked around, seeing the various looks of envy, surprise, and denial. He sure had made quite a few enemies today.

And on the other end, Miss Maisie was feeling the ramifications herself. She had cried out when Miles brought her to orgasm. She had shown her students she had a vulnerable side, and she hated herself for it. Miss Maisie was supposed to be in control, the unyielding practice dummy. What would happen now? Would these boys try something on her? She looked around, suddenly aware she was stark naked, her legs spread towards thirty hungry-looking faces.

She hopped off the table without a further word, walked into her office and slammed the door. Miss Maisie stared at her clothes, heaped on the back of an office chair. She wouldn't allow herself to be exposed like that, never again. She would really have to watch that boy, Miles. And... and she still had a promise to deliver on. At least, she was still looking forward to that one.