Recreate the orignal project she found so appalling - but nastier

"Tell me," Professor Klein said, "Do you remember the video I showed you on the first day of class?" Her face was serious, hiding what looked like a sense of perverse desire.

"Of course" Gretchen said. Of course she did. It seemed so terribly offensive back then, and back then seemed like such a long time ago. But it wasn't. "That's her right there." Gretchen pointed at the **** girl who looked just like the former student but with bleached blonde hair and massive tits, certain that this is where her teacher was going.

"That's no one. That's just a ****." Professor Klein said.

"But it's her." Gretchen said, her eyes lingering on the girl's formed, flawless body again for a moment. She thought she saw the **** girl smile, just a bit.

"That's not important" The professor said. "Do you remember what you thought of it?"

Gretchen lowered her eyes. She was a bit ashamed. She was ashamed of being such a prude back then. "I didn't, um, I didn't like it."

"You said it was bullshit and you'd never do anything like it. Do you remember?" The professor went on even though Gretchen clearly remembered. She was setting something up.

"I know I said as much."

"Good" Professor Klein had arrived at her point. "This beyond anything, that you claim to be willing to do... I want you to do just what you said you wouldn't...."

"You want me to recreate her assignment?" Gretchen started to understand. 'Seven' she thought. 'There were seven guys who came on the girl on camera.' She could do that. It didn't seem to bad now.

"You didn't let me finish dear." The professor said. "I want to do what you said you wouldn't... only worse. I want you to become my new best student. And to do that you have to eclipse my old best student."

Gretchen glanced over at the **** girl, the girl she was sure was that old student. She did her best again not to smile and licked her thick lips. "How?" Gretchen asked her teacher.

"That's for you to figure out." Professor Klein said.

'Seven... seven guys came on her.' Gretchen thought laying in bed, an old fuzzy teddy bear pressed up against her. So she'd have to top that number. That would be the easiest way, right? But how many more? Seven...teen? Seven...ty? And there was another part to it as well. The girl had read something... a manifesto of sorts. Gretchen tried to remember. It was about bad girls. She could only recall snippets of it. Something along the lines of "A girl with a cock in her mouth is powerful. A girl with many cocks in her mouth is unstoppable." That was it... it was about power. "The Power of Dirty Women" it was called. Gretchen would have to write some sort of manifesto too. But what? How?

The whole process seemed daunting. Yet Gretchen felt moistness growing between her legs. The thought of being bad suddenly made her very hot. And as she pondered the logistics of the thing fussing with her stuffed bear, it hit her. It it her clear as day. First she'd double the number of guys. Fourteen ought to do the trick. Finding fourteen guys willing to join in wouldn't be hard. Second she'd do it outside in clear daylight. Heck, a few passers by might even join in. And finally, she wouldn't read a manifesto on the "Power of Dirty Women." She'd read one on the "Power of Clean Women," espousing all the things she used to believe about sex being bad as the men covered her with cum.

The idea was perfect, and Gretchen slipped a hand into her panties and rubbed herself to sleep.

Three days later, Gretchen's Craigslist ad, soliciting for guys to volunteer had over twenty responses. Five days later it had over fifty responses. Gretchen picked the fourteen best looking ones from the pictures she'd requested they send and emailed them the good news. Gretchen composed it herself:

Congratulations. You've been chosen to cover me with your cum. You and thirteen of your newest friends will take turns jerking off onto me, turning me into a true cumslut as I tape myself talking about how bad cum sluts are. Why am I doing this? Because life is too short not to be surrounded by cocks.

This was followed by information where to meet and when.

And when that part was done, Gretchen got on to composing her manifesto on "The Power of Clean Women."

"Four at a time" Gretchen said as the men closed in around her in the corner of the park adjacent to the student union. It was five days later, and Gretchen was prepared with her pad of paper laid out in front of her and her camera mounted nearby on a tripod. The men all seemed pleasant enough and happy to be there. At the moment everyone was still clothed. "Here's how it's going to work" Gretchen went on. "I'm going to turn on the camera and start reading. You guys take out your cocks and start jerking. You have to finish on me. The face is preferable but the hair is okay too. Once you're done, step away and let another guy take your spot. Got it?" They all seemed to nod in some way or another. "Good. Any questions?"

"Will you marry me?" One of the guys said and the rest started laughing.

The camera turned on. The red light light up and Gretchen tore off her sweater, exposing her B-cups to the clean air, all the men present, and whoever else might be watching. The men followed, unzipping themselves and pulling out their pricks.

Gretchen had never been surrounded by so many cocks before, and her whole body tingled with excitement. Then she started to read:

"Society demands we be sluts. Culture demands we be hussies. But I say we're better than that. Women of the world must eschew sex all together, must avoid this objectification by men. Women must..." Gretchen paused. A particularly juicy cock jerked itself just to the right of her face. She recomposed herself. "Women must abandon their sexuality. It brings only harm. It brings only degradation."

One of the men finished fast, his white jizz pouring onto her face, above her right eye. Another stepped in.

"Sex is not vital for survival. I say this... girls, be good. Be sweet. Be innocent. Men only want you to be bad, and you must avoid this at all costs." As Gretchen went on it was hard not to focus on how badly she wanted one of these cocks... no, all of them inside her mouth. "But sex is not the answer. Sex is only...."

Another goop of cum hit her right between the eyes and began to run down her nose. Another man stepped in.

"Sex is only a trick. A ruse to make us subservient to men. We must abandon it entirely..."

Two more streams of jizz hit her. One in the hair, another just above her lip. It dripped down into her mouth as she spoke.

"The only good women is a sexless woman. Sex only tempts us into doing things that are beneath us...."

A fifth shot of cum hit her, right in the left eye. Gretchen jerked back, shocked. She started blinking her eye intensely, trying to keep it from gobbing up with white sperm. But it was no use. And suddenly it was hard to read. She felt another stream of jizz hit her in the forehead.

"Sex is...." Gretchen tried to read the silly words that she wrote. The words that she couldn't believe she had actually believed just weeks ago. "Sex is..." Cum started dripping into her right eye. She could barely see, let alone read. She glanced up at the men. A long line had formed, filled with men who she had never invited. And more were running up, not knowing exactly what was happening, but knowing that they wanted to get in line. "Sex is... oh fuck it! Amazing." Gretchen said giving in to the lust building inside her.