Thonged And Donged Ch 01

***Prologue: all characters 18 or over. This is a story about the transformation of a composed college professor into a total slut as her true self is awakened & she comes to terms with it. It really builds in chapters 2 & 3 and gives more physical descriptions as they naturally come up so please give it a shot through those. If you like my work, PLEASE COMMENT with anything- what you like, what you don't like, what you want to see more of, favorite parts- that feedback is fuel for my writing & helps me know where to take this. More comments = faster writing of future chapters. The more detailed comments, the better. THANK YOU! Hope you enjoy..***

I looked around the room a little dazed. I was in a familiar place- my classroom. But something's off. Those fluorescents are so bright.. its dark outside? Why does it feel like 2:00am & my class is empty? Or uh mostly empty.

Rubbing my eyes a bit, I saw 7 or 8 guys sitting on the front row paying rapt attention. Robby, the struggling kid, was sitting a few rows back holding a...six-pack of beer?!?

What a weird dream this is...

There was a murmuring growing louder as the young men elbowed each other and stared right at me. But something was off, they didn't have the look of students taking notes. These boys had the unmistakable hungry energy of horny, perpetually under-sexed collegians.

I realized they weren't looking to me for instruction in the art of Communication, my entry level freshmen class. No, they were salivating AT me; their eyes running over my body and their lips giggling with anticipation.

I shuddered and pulled my arms in, feeling so vulnerable as if a pack of hungry wolves circled me. I defaulted to my profession- communication- remember the rules. You are in charge of the room. Don't show weakness, present confident authority at all times.

Those rules had served me well; despite constant male attention growing up I'd struggled with confidence. Shrinking in the face of authority or even cocky bullshit. Fortunately, I'd met my husband Greg before I'd gone down any truly bad paths. He was so sweet, always caring for me. We started dating in high school and he'd nurtured me to grow in confidence which led me to my masters' degree and teaching. The more I studied communication, the more I grew being confident in any circumstance to finally overcome my youthful insecurity.

But I shuddered again, its cold in here. As I pulled my arms in, something felt strange. My elbows pulled in against something lacy. My eyes drifted down. What I saw SHOCKED ME!

All I had on was a sheer, lacy black see-through tube top. Lingerie? It wasn't completely see-through, it had little black fabric hearts every few inches. Some facing up, some down as if to excite the eyes with a confusing blend of flesh and hearts and lace.

I gasped as I saw one area the black fabric hearts definitely did NOT cover: my very large, very erect nipples!

I pulled my arms in more and crossed them over my chest. Immediately, the pack howled:

"come on now!"

"BOO!"

"It's not like we haven't been staring at them for 10 minutes already!"

My mind whirling, my eyes drifted down farther to see a very simple, very skimpy high-waisted black thong. I gasped again! My crotch was well covered at least but everything else was string. And damn this thong pulled up tight on my ass.

What a strange dream.

The murmuring drew louder and the pack started to grow a little angry. Robby stood up and walked upfront.

"Guys, guys, guys STOP!"

They quieted at his words. Finally someone to talk sense into them.

"Professor Gaines is just getting a little cold, we should all just move on..."

Whew my knight in shining arm...

SMACK!

"OWW". What the???"

SMACK!

Robby slapped my ass hard again. I jumped and started to open my mouth but he shushed me. He raised his hand again in warning and I closed my mouth.

"That's better... I think the boys are just eager to learn today".

The room snickered at his response as I felt my right ass cheek growing red.

"We should start the lesson, see if you pass".

He put his hand around my waist and on my hip, just inside the thong strap, and turned me to the board.

See if I pass? What was going on? Weird dream.

Wait- if this is a dream why did that slap feel so real? And why didn't I wake up? In other dreams or nightmares, anything like that usually jolted me awake.

"Good girl...". He flicked my thong strap as he removed his hand and gave my ass a pat. The boys whooped and hollered at the sight of my thong-clad ass.

"PROFESSOR BOOTYLICIOUS!"

"That's why they call her an assistant I mean ASS. PROFESSOR"

Robby slid his hand up to my chin. He lifted my chin and pointed to the board with his other hand. In large, crude letters were two simple words.

ORAL SKILLS.

"Let's get started boys... remember the grading scale is to 100. Let's see if all her studying has paid off..."

As the boys scrambled to their feet, I stood there dumbly trying to figure out what was going on. Robby watched me intently and started cackling. He put his mouth close to my ear and whispered "Relax slut, you always told us 'practice makes perfect'. And that 'oral skills' are the most important thing. I couldn't agree more. Time to see if you're worthy to teach a class."

His hand slid back down, all the way to my ass this time. He gave it a gentle squeeze, the squeeze of an intimate lover, then a quick slap. His hand moved back to my waist and turned me around to my next shocking sight!

In front of me stood six boys, standing in a row with only their boxers on. All very erect and with giant, shit-eating grins.

"Looks like the boys are ready... come on now..."

I muttered 'No, no..." as his hand moved up to my elbow. He firmly grabbed it and started walking me towards the line. As I stumbled forward, he whispered "Now that's a GOOD SLUT..."

My eyes drifted up, the boys were smiling big. A few looked familiar- Jason's in my 8:00 Tuesday class, Carson is Professor Smith's admin, the cute blond 3rd in line looked so familiar but I couldn't place him... I scanned them all and was impressed to see all 6 were pretty ripped. Way more than Greg...these guys must be part of Robby's lifting crew. Robby. What a weird dream.

Robby smiled noticing me take the boys in & whispered "see I knew you'd like this... and don't worry I want you to do this. Oral isn't cheating these days...".

He slid behind me and put both hands on my shoulders just as I approached Jason.

He pushed on both shoulders, I instantly dropped to my knees - damn he is strong- and let out a small whimper.

"Relax babe, no need to feign disgust, we're all friends here. Besides, as you always tell us: 'practice makes perfect. The key to success is trying over & over again to master your talk...' or should I say 'cock'?"

They all lost it at that as Robby grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. "Let's see if you pass...she's all yours Jason... where's my damn beer?"

The blond kid pointed to my desk behind me, my eyes turned to follow when suddenly I was yanked back by my hair.

"Focus SLUT!". Jason ordered as he pulled my hair & yanked my face back towards him.

"All those times you were a bitch to me in class... tsk tsk... time to make it up!"

I heard Robby laugh behind me and the sound of his feet prop up on my desk. Followed quickly by the sound of a beer opening.

Jason stepped closer & eyed me. No doubt sensing my head was spinning and I was a deer in the headlights, he didn't waste any time lest I snap to. He yanked his shorts down and an 8-inch cock exploded right into my face.

Each of his hands grabbed a side of my hair tightly and he held me in place.

"Let's see how you do... what did you always say? Be confident, be interesting, and give your audience what they want? Let's see if you're qualified or just full of shit..."

He flung his cock hard into my left cheek, then swung it around to the other side. THWACK! Right into my right cheek. "You always said to focus on one audience member. Let's introduce you to your audience MEMBER..."

The group howled and Robby said "I'll drink to that...this is perfect. 6 BEERS, 6 COCKS. 1 for each show... love it. And way to pay up Hanks, I told you that I'd bring this bitch to heel. What did Professor Robby say?"

I jumped as they chanted in unison "FUCKED, READY TO SUCK THEN TUCKED.... FUCKED, READY TO SUCK THEN TUCKED..."

Jason chanted along as he cock-whipped me over and over.

Robby continued "I knew I had some good pupils... Professor Robby told you boys 'educated or uneducated, A SLUT IS A SLUT. She just needs to be..."

They finished his sentence for him with another chant "THONGED & DONGED.. THONGED & DONGED..."

Robby laughed...their conquering hero... "that's right boys, THONGED AND DONGED."

My eyes went big as the realization set in... holy SHIT... I wasn't dreamin- before I could finish the thought Jason jammed his giant cock in my mouth, making my eyes bulge even more. "YEAH PROFESSOR SLUT.. WOW! Holy shit.., SHE TOOK IT ALL!!!"

Carson almost in shock blurted out "DUDE, I think her eyes might pop out! Slow down Jason, don't wreck the bitch before its our turn!"

Jason pulled me back a bit by my hair "FINE FINE, let's get in a nice rhythm Teach..."

As my mouth and his cock thrusts began to synchronize, I relaxed and was able to drift off in thought again. I'd been sucking Robby's cock so much the last few weeks it truly was second nature now.

Wait, I'd been SUCKING. ROBBY's. COCK. It very much wasn't a dream!!! Even if I'd gone in and out of lucid thought over the whirlwind last three weeks. How the hell did I end up here?! I was an educated, married college professor. I blanked for a minute then heard the sound of Robby's voice "See, I told you boys she's a NATURAL COCKSUCKER..."

Robby. Robby Robby Robby. Right...It all started three short weeks ago...

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"Ok that's all for today, class. Have a good weekend, we'll cover proper use of Powerpoint on Monday. If you have any questions about your tests, I'm happy to answer them."

I watched my students shuffle out the door and started to pack my things. Greg & I were going away for the weekend. Nothing fancy, just a chance to put work aside. While we were only 28, we'd been together for 13 years and needed a little extra spark now & then. I smiled at the thought when I felt someone's presence still lingering. I thought everyone was gone.

I looked up to see a student trudging my way. Roddy I think... I hadn't noted him much except that he was one of my more immature students. Always goofing off or flirting with the coeds. But he approached defensively...

"Hi uh Professor Gaines... my umm test, it seemed kinda ummm low".

He avoided eye contact as he mumbled and I shook my head. He was clearly learning nothing in my Communications class.

"Roddy, I gave you the grade you deserved. You seem nice so don't take this the wrong way. You know college isn't for everyone..."

"It's Robby ma'am and that's a little offensive..."

I was a bit startled at his bluntness all of a sudden. "I just meant that..."

He looked up "I know what you meant, but I'm pretty smart in my own way. I'm sure you have things you aren't good at? It's just your class, ya know..."

I looked him over, he seemed innocent enough. He was wearing a tight black tshirt that showed off his muscles. Not my thing, just impossible to ignore.

A lot of kids end up at community college for different reasons that were out of their control. I prided myself on giving chances to my students. Besides, I was going away for the weekend & in a great mood.

"Hmm... well maybe just this one time I'll give you a do-over. But practice please. You know I always say practice makes perfect."

He stood up straight at this smiling. I was even a bit taken aback as he suddenly towered over me. He was a solid 6'3. I took a small step back instinctively. "Really? You're the best, Professor! So nice and... pret- well, you sure must have a lucky husband!".

I blushed a bit and looked down, as he clearly didn't realize how inappropriate that last comment was. But he'd also clearly caught himself and pivoted to my husband so he wasn't trying to be inappropriate. Some of these kids just didn't know better.

"Well I uh... yes, um well speaking of, I need to go. My 'lucky' husband and I are going away for the weekend & I still have an hour of grading..."

I gulped realizing the potential double meaning of the word lucky there. I was just trying to use Robby's phrasing to diffuse the situation.

Trying to regain control of the situation, I looked back up. Robby was smiling big and peering straight down at me. Where did that stammering kid go I'd just been talking to. Now I stammered "I mean um..." my eyes drifting back down.

Robby laughed and confidently said "Oh I know what you mean Professor... don't sweat it! I definitely won't keep you! Lots of practice to do this weekend... for my test". Without skipping a beat, he strode out the door.

What was I, oh it didn't matter. Like I said, sometimes with these kids they don't quite know how to act. No big deal, Robby will have forgotten all about our convo by Monday. I sat down at my desk to finish a few things.

As I put in a few grades, I heard some murmerings outside. Deep voices I couldn't quite make out. I thought I heard one of them call my name, so I walked over towards the door. Just as I reached for the handle, I heard something that made me stop cold in my tracks.

"Well did you? What was the quote Robby- going to 'give her tit a tap?". I peered through the small rectangular window in the door & saw 3 boys howl with laughter at this. I ducked down quickly, falling to my knees below the small window so I wouldn't be seen. That'd be embarrassing.

While the 3 other boys laughed, Robby was not amused. "Don't be so immature guys..."

One of them interjected "Immature? You were the one who said you'd do it! Something about betting she has giant melons and you were going to find out...you just ended up being a pussy..."

"Watch it! Oh, I'm going to fuckin find out. But I'm not going to have to sneak a feel like a fuckin loser. No no, I'm going to get those giant bare tits all to myself and palm those titties while she moans... then suck em, slap that ass and cum right all over her pretty, little face. Oh and she definitely has giant melons...sure she tries to hide them but you can't hide those bazookas. And the best part is she'll be dying to show them to me. It's gonna feel great to titty fuck her...they're even big enough to sandwich my giant cock!

And no, I'm not a damn pussy... the opposite, I'm going to get some damn pussy..."

"You're so full of shit Robby... as if the educated professor has ANY INTEREST."

"Wanna bet? A sixer she's thonged & donged before the semester's over?"

"DEAL! Easiest six-pack of my life..."

"We'll see..."

I was stunned at the CRUDE comments, I'd never heard anyone speak this way & definitely not about me! And betting a 6-pack? They arent even 21 and how do you bet so little on such a ridiculous proposition?

A 3rd voice jumped in "THONGED & DONGED? What is that?"

I wondered the same thing, well not really. I should go finish my grading. Oh but they might see me if I move now... I better just...

The 2nd boy laughed "Just more Robby bullshit..."

Robby spoke up. "Shut it! THONGED & DONGED. Let me tell you something... all sluts are the same. Educated or uneducated. Don't listen to this fool... you could take the smartest woman in the world. Alberta Fuckin Einstein, but if she's a slut deep down, she's still a slut. Educated, smart...nothing to do with it. Although it is pretty hot when you bring an educated bitch to heel. She's a little more aware what's going on BUT she still won't fucking stop it. She'll just be thinking e=mc fuckin squared while she sucks my big fat cock. You see, sluts are all the same. They long to be fucked properly- I mean really, really fucked out of their mind. It takes a real stud to do it.."

"Like you Robby?". Giggling.

"Damn straight. You FUCK a slut right, she'll come to heel and be your proper bitch. FUCKED, READY TO SUCK, THEN TUCKED. I'll explain that one too...

All you have to do is really fuck that slut for the first time. Its what she craves so much, she'll do anything for you afterwards to get it again. A lot of guys go at it all backwards- go for a handjob or blowjob or take it slow. No no... you fuck the slut first. Then she's READY TO SUCK. Then you tuck her away in your back pocket because you fuckin own her. Do whatever you want with her."

"Yeah yeah, what's this all have to do with the professor?"

This is some crazy teenage fantasizing going on out there. I shifted uncomfortably on my knees, ironically noting the position I was in. They'd love to see me like this I laughed but covered my mouth quickly. Like that would happen.

"What's this have to do with the professor? Everything! She's a giant slut. Like I said, I'm going to maul her..."

"Haha ok Robby... the professor who dresses so boring and barely wears makeup is a slut. Good one..."

"GIANT FUCKING SLUT. I can tell. She's the perfect one actually. You horn dogs are all caught up thinking a slut just magically appears dressing all slutty and puts out. You're looking at sluts who've already been ruined. Someone broke them in wrong.

Nah a slut is a woman built for sex- sure, they have big, giant tits, plump sucking lips and an ass made to spank. But not every bimbo's inner slut has been brought out yet. In fact, the later in life you bring out the slut, the more compliant she is. Like the professor. Shit, the fact she goes so far out of her way to hide that smokeshow body tells you how hard she'll fuckin fall when she's finally broken. I am going to bring that bitch to heel! Trust me, she's a big giant slut. She doesn't know it yet. Here's my proof:

1. Her body is built for it. I'm telling you dudes, those melons are huge. 38Gs at least..."

"No way, not with her skinny midsection..." one boy retorted.

"Just wait I'll prove it...". Robby confidently intoned.

Another voice chimed in "Hey he may be right. My cousin Tommy has a friend Ringo whose dad went to a pool party years ago & said there was this chick with giant melons studying to be a professor or something..."

"Ok Robby.. ok Carson... I'm sure you guys are right and our strait-laced Comms Prof is hiding giant tits she's dying to set free!" another boy snickered.

My legs were going numb, maybe I should crawl over...I mean sure I'd gone to some pool parties in college but surely not.

Robby's deep voice chimed it. "Fuck it... its not just that Jason.

Number 2. Sure she doesn't wear much makeup, she doesn't know she's a slut yet. But look at her fine face and that dark, long curly hair. That's a slut's hair if I've ever seen one... she may hide all the other goods but the way she makes her hair all fancy. A slut aims to please and be looked at by everyone. Primping on long, curly hair is Slut School 101. Hell, she probably doesn't even realize it. Subconscious slut move..."

They burst into laughter but I was not laughing. I idly ran my fingers through my curls. I liked my hair curly so did Greg.

"3. She's submissive and dying to get fucked properly. She couldn't help but blurt out about a weekend of sex with her husband, she was clearly wishing it was me taking her..."

"Sure Robby...like you said she's even happily married"

"Happy maybe? But not satisfied. Trust me, its clear she isn't being satisfied. She practically melted into the ground when I dropped my shy act and hinted at sexy times. You guys can tell- she's always on edge, never fully relaxed, not quite confident... all signs of an unfulfilled slut. Slut couldn't even look me in the eyes!"