Education!

"What? You mean, like, school? Why would I want to go to school when I can be out fucking faces?" you whine childishly.

"Hear me out, here!" Able starts. "Just think. You could have the best teachers. They would teach what you want and how you want it. They would never get tired or frustrated and would be solely focused on you! It would be the highest education possible and you wouldn't have to pay a dime for it. They would work tirelessly to make sure you enjoyed your studies. Even if you did get bored, you could always come back and pick up right where you left off." He's clearly pleased with himself. "You think Heaven is great now? Imagine what it could be like if you were actually smart!" The horse gives you a big, toothy grin.

You sneer at the jab, but take some time to consider the proposition anyways. You do want to be smarter and perhaps this place would be more fun if you knew what to do with yourself. Plus, you could always tea bag the teacher if you don't like the material. Yes, this could be fun. You've made a decision!

Looking up at Able, you blurt out, "What if I were the professor teaching a bunch of college girls how to suck my dick?"

Able just looks at you in shock for a moment. "But-? Wha-? Why? How-how would you show them what to do?"

"You're right. I'd need someone to demonstrate on. An assistant of some kind. Someone to help me teach..." you trail off, lost in thought.

Able looks at you flatly. "You mean a teacher's assistant?"

You shrug. "Ok, I guess."

"Fine! It was a long shot anyways. There's a taxi outside waiting for you." With that, the horse head disappears in a puff of smoke.

You wave the smoke away from yourself and exit the alcove, muttering about the stupid horse trying to teach you something. Surprisingly, the halls are empty. Any signs of life have vanished. Even the podium where you entered is vacant. You exit through the door that you came in.

Half expecting to see Kristi again, you find yourself on the street. It's a bright, sunny day in summer. Near the door, you see the taxi...and you can smell it from here. Old fast food mixed with body odor and at least a little bit of vomit. Standing next to the open passenger door is the cabbie. It's an older man with a bald head and a beer gut hanging over his belt, shirt struggling to cover it and failing. He's got one finger up his nose while his free hand scratches his back side. When he finally notices you, he smiles widely, waves and gestures to the open cab.

This is Able's doing, you think to yourself. He must have been annoyed you didn't take to his idea.

You ponder your predicament for a minute. Able did tell you that you could control your surroundings. No time to try like the present. You close your eyes tightly and strain to focus. You want this disgusting cabbie gone and his smelly car, too. You form an image in your head and groan at the effort.

When you open your eyes, a much more pleasant view welcomes you. Your cabbie is now a raven haired bombshell. Black stiletto heels at the end of long, shapely legs. Her dress barely covers her ass. You bet you'd get quite the sight if she bent over even a little. A wide black belt accentuates her narrow hips. Her small waist gives way to massive breasts that are spilling out of her already short dress.

She holds a compact in her hand. Looking into the mirror, she makes some finishing touches to her lipstick. It's purple, to match her dress. With a click, she closes the compact and tosses it into the car. "Ready to go, babe?" On one finger, she dangles a key ring.

With an effort, you tear your eyes way from the sexy slut and see the car for the first time. It's a sports car. A convertible at that. If you were a car guy, you might actually know what kind. Whatever it is, it's leagues away from the smelly taxi. You move closer.

Just before you get in, though, you get an idea. You grab the keys off her finger and hold the door for her. "I'm driving," you tell her. She just smiles and sits in the passenger seat.

You move around to the driver's side and get in. Giving your would-be driver a long look, you say, "I like it with the top down." She laughs and presses a button to retract the roof. Then, giving you a wink, she pulls down her dress revealing her heavy tits. Cupping them in her hands, she shakes them up and down and pinches her nipples for you.

You start the car and look at her again. "I think you know what to do here," you say with a leer.

She just smiles at you and climbs to her knees. Leaning over to your side of the car, she pulls down your pants and takes out your stiffening cock. Just as she wraps her lips around the tip, you drop the pedal to the floor. The engine roars to life and you speed away.

You had never felt this confident when you were alive. You have one hand on the wheel and one on the back of her head. She needs no encouragement from you, however. She struggles to take your length fully every time she goes down. Setting a punishing pace, it's like she's trying to keep up with the car itself. The faster you drive, the faster her head bobs in your lap.

You soar down the highway, weaving through traffic. The engine humming in your ears. Distantly, you're aware of the slurping, sucking, gagging sounds at your waist. She never pauses, never hesitates. Faster and faster you go, pushing 200 miles an hour on the open road. Faster she tries to suck everything out of your balls.

The thrill and sensation eventually take over and you throw you head back, groaning in pleasure. You unload everything you have in you down her greedy throat and she swallows it all. For the first time she takes your cock out of her mouth. After a deep breath, she goes back down to suckle your balls. Her hand strokes your slick drive shaft. She's eager to harden you up for another round of road head.

It doesn't take long. As soon as you're fully erect, she goes back to work throating your cock. Smiling to yourself, you pick up even more speed.

You keep up this pace for some time. The black haired beauty only pausing long enough for you to get hard again before throwing herself back on your cock. You give her half a dozen doses of your man juice before you finally get bored.

Deciding the trip over, you pull over into a parking lot and stop the car. Tossing one more load down her throat, you push her off of you and stand up.

Her once perfect makeup is now smeared to hell. Cum and drool hang in giant globs from her chin. She looks at you, dazed and bleary eyed, squinting through a streamer of semen. "That's a good look on you," you tell her. She gives a cute giggle, squeezes her tits again and blows you a kiss.

You pull your pants up and start walking away. Tossing the keys carelessly over your shoulder, you head for the main building and throw the doors open.