Struggle!

You shake around in her grip, but{if Strength <6} as weak as you are, it barely even registers for her. Maybe if you went to the gym more, you'd do better.... actually, the culmination of your efforts probably seems like nothing more than the throes of pleasure to your teacher.{else} to the strong woman holding you in place, it's hard to interpret as anything more than the throes and quivers of excitement and pleasure.{endif} It's pretty degrading..... And- oh, no! That means her tongue.... *YEEP!*

Pulled up with your tushie in the air, her hungry mouth at last makes contact with your spot, pushing as deep inside of you as it can go in a single thrust. It's nearly too much to take! As she swirls her tongue around inside you, still outstretched as deep as it can go, you're pushed over the edge as your eyes roll back into your head and towards the floor that your head is pressed against and a rocking orgasm takes your body. Now pushed into real throes of pleasure and orgasmic bucking, you can say quite confidently that they're magnitudes stronger than what you were trying before. How come you can't use that strength more often.... damn it.....!!!

Even as you cum and cum and cum again, Professor Phoebe keeps eating you out through your multiple orgasms, slurping hungrily at your dripping and spraying entrance as her arms keep your involuntary bucking from interrupting her meal.

As you cum for the fifth time, Professor Phoebe leans her head back to speak. As she does, she uses her hand to rub you through your quaking and powerful orgasm, juices spraying up into the empty air without her mouth there to catch them.

".....Debbie." She says, rubbing circles around your bucking fire hose of a pussy. You're just barely there enough to register what she's saying, even though blood's starting to rush to your head and things are starting to get kinda fuzzy. "I realise that, with me as the examiner, this was inevitable -- but I thought that in wanting to test your endurance, you'd made some improvements over your first week at the university."

You could do without the verbal degradation..... sheesh, she's already got you spraying, isn't that enough?

"You're cumming just as easily as on day one -- maybe even a little bit more, which we can chalk down to nerves if we're being generous." She says disappointedly, still rubbing circles around your out-of-control ejaculating lower half. "This is just shameful."

As Professor Phoebe shakes her head, and you slide a little further down onto the ground, you think you hear a noise. It's like water. Are you in a waterfall? N-no, not your cumspray, i-it's like -- hard to think. Stat- statistic? Yea! Hee hee.... you're hearing statistic in your ears! A dopey smile crosses your face as your eyes dull and gloss over, arms limp on the ground beside the half of your torso also on those blue, cum-covered mats.

"I might have to work with you one-on-one, since clearly your own training's been useless..." She says with a sight, leaning back in to your delirious pussy with her mouth to either taste you or try to contain the spraying juice. Or to torment you, if she's being mean. Y-you're not quite sure, because as soon as her mouth makes contact, you scream louder than you ever have before and cum again. And then stuff all goes dark.

.....

"Debbie?"

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slap slap

"Debbie."

H-hey, what's with this stern, disappointed voice.....? Wh-who..... oooohh... you feel really good right now. Is it morning?

"You passed out. After six."

Hmm? You giggle. This is all so confusing right now! Mm.... A hand drifts up and burbles at your lips, tauntingly and degradingly. O-oh, it's yours! Haha.

More light and gentle slaps come across your face, forcing your eyes to open and your mind to start coming back to you. It's really, really bright in here. How come it's so bright? At least the floor's soft....

You sit up. You're completely naked, and your thighs are spasming a bit. Your knees are bent inwards in your sitting position, and you can't stand up just yet. H-how come you're naked? You're really entirely bared!

Professor Phoebe stands in front of you, also naked. Your eyes run up from her ankles to her face, passing her sleek and lean calves, her..... OH!

One last rippling orgasm rocks its way through your body, forcing a cute squeak out of your mouth, and it's almost enough to knock you out on the ground again. Oh, that's right! OH NO, THAT'S RIGHT!

D-did you really....? N-no way, and you didn't even make her cum once?

You pull your eyes from the ground, where they'd immediately shot to as the orgasm took over your nervous system. Both hands still rest in front of your quivering pussy, too spent to shoot out much more but still drizzling quite a bit, and you don't intend to move them at all anytime soon.

Looking at Professor Phoebe's face, she looks a mix of disappointed and supportive. Like your favourite teacher when you finally hand in your late essay and your name's misspelled on the front. Did you disappoint her?

"Alright, Debbie." She says in a calm, level voice, still standing above you with her hands on her hips. "It's just something for us to work on. It's been a week, we have three years -- we've plenty of time to work it out."

N-no.... no, you need to make a teacher cum today! You have to -- or you'll get in such big trouble! If it's not her, wh-who else could it be? Y-your other teachers might be easier, but she's right here in front of you, naked in a private room.... can you really just let this opportunity slip away? Y-you can't even stand up right now, though.....