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Fryday

“Don’t worry, honey, she’ll be here soon.”

I sat, naked, on the three-seater red leather couch in the auditorium.

Miss Carter sat beside me, in the most Ridiculously slutty get up. Long, straight red lock, fake geek-girl glasses, lips painted red, and pouty, her elfine face expertly made up. A bright orange top that just barely covered her monster tits. A darker orange pleated skirt that didn’t quite cover her pussy, and left most of her juicy, phat ass hanging out. Spandex leggings that seemed left plenty of bare skin between where they ended. And, to finish it all off, a pair of cork wedge heels, with, of course, orange trim.

My cock was starting to go a little limp.

Just ten minutes ago, after we had both been sitting quietly, on that couch, with the whole class gathered around, on cushions and beanbags, in numerous stages of undress, comfortable, and waiting for the show to start, Miss Carter had turned to me, and smile:

“You can play with my tits, if you like. just lift up the top and paw at them. You’re the star. Think of me as your fluffer girl. I’m just here to help.”

I took her up on her offer, lifting the top right up, getting those tits out, and fondling them, groping, squeezing. She moaned softly, and I was not at that time experienced enough with women to even BEGIN to tell when they were putting it up.

“Mmmm, that’s it. Anything for my big brave star. I’ll even suck on your cock a little, if you want me to. Anything for you. Well, not ANYTHING. You can’t cum in my mouth, of course – you need to save that. And you shouldn’t fuck me, not even to get warmed up.”

She leaned in even closer, and spoke in a soft, sultry, school-girlish whisper:

“Charlotte should be the ONLY pussy you have today.”

I felt her hand on my cock, gently stroking it. It lasted for less then a minute.

“OK, that’s enough!”

Her tone shifted, back to her default, and I remember, having somehow forgotten, that this was my Remedial Sexuality teacher, and not the second beautiful, sweet, adventurous, loving female class-mate within a week to confess to have a crush on me.

Miss Carter began to pace nervously back and forth over the stage. I glanced over at the 4-poster king size bed, with fresh black satin sheets – the bed where, any moment now, I would be Raping my best friend. There was no backing out now.

I looked over at the crowd. My eyes settled on Sarah. Her outfit was not dissimilar to Miss Carters, though her tits were smaller, and Sarah’s was in red and black, and strappy, more slutty heels. She was idly fingering her pussy, not putting much effort into it, but, as usual, at all times ready to grab what attention she could.

As the clock turned over to 11:20, Miss Carter faced me again, and finishing the job that her skirt could barely start, lifted it, and exposed her wet, glistening pussy, little red landing strip and all.

“She’ll be here.”

I wasn’t sure if she was reassuring me, or her, or both of us.

“And if she doesn’t show in ten minutes, you get this. I’ll be your rape meat. I know you’ll probably think about HER while you do ME, but I won’t mind.”

I had no idea what to say to that, but my cock had an answer.

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I had arrived at 11:00 on the dot. The whole class was waiting outside, to be let into the auditorium. They got seated quickly. All attention was on Miss Carter – it was rare she wore an outfit like this, one that played up her youthful, playful side. She would tell me later that she wanted to be like a ‘lovely assistant’ – drawing the eyes of the crowd away if the stars were faltering, so the pressure would be off of them, but also something at least a little plain, so she wouldn’t draw TOO much attention. So een though it was worlds aside from her typical, tastefully revealing, elegant attire, it was Very Much a Miss Carter outfit – at all times a method to her madness.

“You should get naked honey – only makes it harder to Rape a Bitch when you have a hand tied up trying to get your pants down. And you’;; feel better, once you get used to being naked out in the open.

I followed her advice, as she smiled approvingly, even giving a little clap as I freed my cock. She flopped herself down on the couch, and I walked to the edge of the stage, looking out over the small crowd. I got a few stares, but no glares, barely even anything that counted for an ogle. No-one called me out. No-one told me I should be ashamed, for what I was about to do. They just wanted to watch the show. This was a demonstration. A learning experience, for them as well as me. This was gonna happen.

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I had slept in that morning – the text came early, from Miss Carter, than both Charlotte and I were excused from morning classes, given the Big Event we had on. She assure me she would ‘deal with’ anyone who objected. I woke up early, around 7, my body having decided at that point that I’d had enough sleep.

I mulled over all I had learned. All that had happened, in this hectic week. All the learning material. All that Miss Carter had told me, taught me. All that I knew about Charlotte. We had known each other for a lifetime. Since we were both little. None of it seemed relevant, as to how I should proceed with her today. This was new territory. I still couldn’t fully get my head around the fact that my best friend was a Rape Bunny.

But, over the course of the week, I felt like I had been trained. Trained myself. I was strangely comfortable with the idea of wanting a woman, and just taking her. Because I deserved it. Because she was asking for it. I wondered back to Wensdee, and what her orgasm would be like, when I DID go all the way for her, given how much of a fuss she made, just when I walked about it. I played out in my head, how it might go. The Rape of Charlotte. Featuring Miss Carter, and Maybe even Sarah, the Cunt.

I sat there for like five minutes with the most shameful erection.

Then I remembered something Miss Carter had said to me:

“YOu are trying so hard, to get in Her head. Think about what she wants. That is good. But don’t be tempted to play the martyr. Think about what YOU want too. You are the Dominant. Tell her what YOU want. Set up the scene.”

At around 9:30, I wondered of something I wanted. Being too nervous to hear her voice, I texted Charlotte instead:

“I want us to start off with you pretending like you just want to show me your outfit. Maybe you will be modelling for the class tomorrow, at Miss Carters request. And you’re nervous. You just want me to look though. Just start if off like that. I want to be able to pretend it’s just you and me.”

“oooh! I like it when you take charge. Sure, I can do that.”

“aren’t you nervous?”

“Wouldn’t say nervous – I DID have to stop playing with my pussy an hour ago. Was worried I was going to wear it out, and it wouldn’t work for YOU! Now, no more questions, K? I’ll start off just as you want, then just FUCKING DO WHAT YOU WANT WITH ME! Got it mister! I’m your rape-toy today. XOXO”

She signed off, and I did not reply. This was not like the Charlotte I knew. And yes, I knew that all girls have a sexual side, that they do not at all times adopt into their public persona. Every one has things they don’t like to emphasise. And girls are people too. Miss Carter had made that all Abundantly clear, and I accepted it. But this was CHARLOTTE. The one woman who mattered most. I felt a little disconnected from her, as a friend.

BUt!

I WAS strangely comfortable with the idea of her being my ‘rape toy’, just for today. Tomorrow would be a new day. I felt guilty about THIS, then realised that it waas probably the perfect frame of mind to be in. I was erect again. COnsidered jerking off, then decided against it. I maybe COULD manage that quick of a rebound, but it would be close, and I needed to be ready.

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At 11:25, Miss Carter looked on her wrist, at the watch that was not there, spread her legs, and, as if bored. This provoked a few cheers from the crowd – they wondered it was starting.

Was it starting? Fuck! Was Charlotte not gonna show? Was my Rape Bunny understudy getting into character? (Of course she was, but that was too daunting a prospect to consider fully). Would I have to rape my teacher? Would Charlotte show up to see me balls deep in Miss Carter? How would she react? Would miss Carter bow out? Or make Charlotte sit and watch and play with her pussy while a ‘Real woman’ showed her how it was done? Would Miss Carter allow her to join in? Or would I DARE to decide which one I wanted? SShe DID say I was the star, after all.

Fantasies and what ifs raced through my mind, as Miss Carter start to gently coo and moan and gasp, enjoying her own touch.

“OH FUCK! MMMM!”

Sarah was fingering herself faster, almost making a faint slapping sound. Miss Carter did not take the bait, and continued to gently pleasure herself, as if it was the most typical and gorgeous thing in the world. Which it was.

I noticed that Wise-Acres was up the back. Priya and Jayne were sitting either side of him. His shirt was unbuttoned, and Priya was topless. He made out with her and played with her perky B cups, as Jayne cuddled both of them. It seemed Sarah was back to her old methods, wanting to be the center of attention, now, again, unfettered by even the pretense of a Committed Relationship, and, also, that Wise-Acres had parlayed his embarrassment into pull with two of the cutest chicks in the class.

Huh. So they were both on the rebound phase again. Good for them.

I looked over at Miss Carter, and she smiled, lifting her top, bringing her tits out, to play with, using her free hand, rubbing slender fingers with long, red painted nails over luscious, juicy tits. then she spoke up, in her sweetest, softest, most girlish stage voice.

“You like? Please just look. I like to be looked at. But don’t touch me. Not even a little. I’ll get sad if you do. I don’t like to be touched.”

then she turned so she could whisper to me, in her typical Authoritative Teacher voice:

“In a few minutes, I will kindly ask you to start trying to fuck me. Be persistent. Make it happen. I am sorry to spring this on you, but she show must go on, and we do not have this auditorium booked all day. We cannot wait forever for her.”

I decided, then and there, that if Charlotte was a Rape-Toy, then Miss Carter was slipping into the mind if Rape Doll.

I was also sporting a throbbing erection, yet again. Truly, that day was a day of frequent ups and downs.

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Just before eleven thirty, Miss Carters was getting louder and louder. Sarah had given up trying to compete with her, and had found a suitor, who she made out with. Miss Carter seemed to be genuinely enjoying herself. I think she was just a Chaotic, ethical slut, geeting off on the wondered that she had no idea herself how this would play out.

then, the door open, and in walked Charlotte. Miss Carter hastily closed her legs, wiped her hand on her skirt, and shot up, pulling her top down, setting it in place. All as if SHE was the naughty girl, not wanting to get caught.

But I barely noticed. Nor did the rest of the class. All eyes were on my rape-toy. She was wearing black wedge heels, with pink trim. Just like she said she would. Her legs and thigh were bare. Those lovely, robust legs, feminine without being dainty, and those thick juicy thighs. She wore, what looked to me at the time, like a lacy one-piece swim-suit. I would learn later that it was called a Teddy. I still had so much to learn. I had SEEN girls in lingerie before – when female students put on a demo, they sometimes wore it. ANd Miss Carter, of course, wore it best. And there was porn. But in all that, I had never quite got it – why did girls like to wear basically nothing at all? Why not just get naked?

But now I could see. SSsome girls were just Beautiful. They would look sexy in rags, or nothing at all. But their bodies DESERVED to be decorated. In an instant, Charlotte made a believer out of me.

Her face was made up. The style was a little..Whorish. Well, it would look like way on any other girl. But on my beloved Rape-Toy, it just looked…special beyond words.

Not quite Half her delicious tits were covered, but not concealed, by the Teddy, the sides, and the rest, in the middle, formed mountain of cleavage.

And, to finish off her look, her chestnut hair was tied in plaits, with little pink ribbons.

Charlotte and Miss Carter met, near the edge of the stage, Charlotte gave her a hug, and an unbearable amount of boob pressed against other boob – literally, for one student – some poor male shot his load, which arced and splattered all over the head of the girl who had been gently jerking him off.

“We waited so patiently for you, sweet-heart. We’re so glad you made it. Everyone, give our leading lady a round of applause. As the crowd complied, congratulating Charlotte for making it this far, Miss Carter stepped in closer to her, put one arm around my Rape-Toy, to steady them both it seemed, then slipped a hand into her Teddy, and started rubbing her pussy, massaging it, almost examining it, as the whole class cheered and applauded. She only remove her hand when the class was quite again, aside from Sarah, who was now sucking off her suitor, making exaggerated sucking and slurping sounds that everyone ignore.

As beautiful as Sarah is, she is STILL a cunt. And everyone was too distracted by Miss Carter up a hand now oozing with ‘Juice’ from my own personal Rape Toy.

“Oh my! You are VERY excited to be here.”

Charlottes pretty pale face blushed a deep crimson.

“Please, tell the class why you came her, what you are looking for. Please, share. Set a good example for all the girls. Tell me what you said to me, in confidence.”

I was hanging on Sarah’s every word, as was the rest of the class. Even Sarah’s suitor put his hand on her head, holding her more or less still, so HE could listen.

“Well, for..years now, I have had these fantasies. About a man just…wanting me so bad, he takes me. Ravishes me. I had always felt embarrassed about it. But then that one day you said that this is common with girls, Normal even. But that it can be dangerous, if you pick the wrong man to help you act it out for real. And you know what MOSt boys are like. SO I kept quiet about it, and just touched myself, while imagining.”

She paused, and the Suitor started working Sarah’s head up and down on his cock. BUttons were opened. legs spread. It seemed like maybe more than a few of the class possibly had similar fantasies, or at least enjoyed watching this one play out.

“But you DID act on your fantasy, at the start of this week, You very bravely stood up and asked for help, to make it happen, and declared you wanted to go through with this. To show us all how you felt. And you ASKED for a specific man, didn’t you? Why him?”

“Because he is the only one I trust. He is my best friend. He deserves my Pussy. I really just want my first time to be wild. I wanted to make a man work for it. I HAVE driven him wild all week. I wound him up and cock-teased him, and gave him nothing.”

There was a murmur at this. Seems like everyone doubted it. But I did not speak up. The last thing I wanted to do was spoil the moment.

“And he has been so sweet, and done so much to get into character, and make this special. He deserves it all, all of me, and…”

Charlotte looked up, facing the crowd.

“I just want him to keep trying to fuck me until he gets what he wants. I’m asking for it. He NEEDS to rape the shit out of me!”

Charlotte turned to me, and there was an almost manic glint in her eye. Her breathing was heavy. In the moment, I could not tell how much of this was heartfelt, and how much just her ‘getting into character’. but, at this point, NOTHING was gonna stop me, except a mention of a certain spiny fruit.

Miss Carter stepped forward, and address the class:

“OK, ladies and gentleman. It’s time. I ask that you enjoy the show however you please, but try to pay attention as best you can. There will be active discussion of this in future classes, and follow up exercises. Comment if you must, but try to keep it positive – these two are sharing something with us. They are demonstrating their love for one another, for all to see. Charlotte wants this, almost desperately so, and her best friend has stepped up, to make it happen for her. Be kind to them. ANd…”

Miss Carter glared over at Sarah’s suitor, until he got the message, and yanked Sarahs’ slutty mouth off his cock, forcing her to sit still and pay attention.

“this IS an important lesson. But if any of you feel this is too confronting for you, because you have feeling for one of our stars, the other, or both. Or any of this hits too close to home, you may leave now. Please do not hold in anything that bothers you. See me after class, if need be. But there will be NO disruptive emotional outbursts, am I understood?”

No-one moved, except Sarah, who shot up, pulling free of her suitors grasp, as if she meant to say something, or storm off. But instead, she just yanked off her top, undid her skirt, and, naked except for her slutty heels, lowered herself down and impaled herself on her suitors cock, taking a moment to get a rhythm going, fucking him reverse cowgirl style.

“Yeah Yeah! We get it. Now fucking get on with it already. We all want to see!”

Miss Carter did not justify this with a response, just turned to Charlotte, who was now facing the crowd again, and said, loud enough for the class to hear:

“Sarah IS a cheeky, rude little Cunt, but she DOES have something of a point. Are you ready, sweet-heart?”

Charlotte nodded that she was, and Miss Carter headed to a cushion near the front, daintily sat herself, down, spread her legs, and, as at all times, set a good example, by gently playing with her pussy, enjoying the show.

Charlotte sauntered up to me, and mimed opening a door, then close it behind her. She stood just a few feet away from my, and did a slow twirl.

“My outfit, for the lingerie show tomorrow. Miss Carter said we should be bold, and wear whatever made us feel most sexy. Do you like it?”

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To Be Concluded. Charlotte Gon’ get…Well, you know.

NSFW: yes

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