Your mother goes back home and the tutoring begins..

Before panic is able to settle in your body, your mother answers, to your great relief, in the negative.

“Beatrice, I would love to. Driving over here got me all excited but I simply have too much work at this moment. Besides, my little Dougie here will have plenty of opportunity to show me what he has learned when he gets back!”

What your mother was hinting at sounded ominous. You knew from previous school plays and theater in general that the male parts weren't exactly featured for their line delivery or acting. They were more like...devices for the female leads.

A bit more chatter between your mother and your teacher happens and during this you notice your mother is now displaying an enormous bulge in her tight business skirt. It's like someone stuck a football in their pants. The fabric must be almost ready to burst. They talk about plays they both enjoy and other things that go over your head cause right now all your mind is doing is making your eyes dart between the two mammoth appendages these tall ladies are carrying.

The talk dies down and your mother grabs you by the shoulders, gently but firm, turns you towards and she bows down slightly and says:

“Now, Doug, you listen to Ms. Miller and do what she says. Don't forget that while this is an extra curricular activity, this is still school oriented and can influence your grades! I will not be having any stories come back to me about how you disobeyed a teacher, you hear me?”

You answer meekly, knowing full well that being on the bad side of your mother is a bad idea. Lisa gives you a wet kiss on the cheek, turns you around and pushes you towards the door and Ms. Miller takes your hand.

"Bye bye, Lisa, your teacher says. Don't worry he will be in great and comforting hands. I will turn him into a quality thespian, don't you worry!"

Your mother waves and walks back to her car, while Ms. Miller guides you in to her house, closing the door behind you. Close to her, you can smell her scent. She doesn't smell bad, but there is a definite musk to her, mixed in with a heavy perfume. You realize now that during these couple of minutes at the door, her cock has just been drooling a steady flow of pre-cum on to her leg. The wet spot has grown and lines of it run down her leg. You are so close that you can smell it. You swear it has grown an inch in length and just then it pulses and squirts out another drop of cum, that starts to run down her leg. You can't help but look. You wonder if it tastes like your mothers or not. It's both scaring and exciting.

Ms. Miller guides you through the first rooms of her house. From the foyer to the living room, things look pretty normal. Not any noticeable differences from your own home, except maybe a few more books on the shelves and slightly weird paintings of raunchy sex scenes, that you guess are from famous plays or some such. But it's not like your mother doesn't have pornographic displays out in the open as well.

Your walk is still slightly awkward as you have not gotten used to the rather large insertion in your ass that your mother put up there before arriving here but Ms. Miller seems to either have not noticed or doesn't care. As you walk through the living room Ms. Miller stops you at a table where a cardboard box is propped up and opened. She pulls out a similar outfit to the one she's wearing and hands it to you.

"Doug, you are going to have to wear this. It's a standard theatre training outfit. Frees up your movements and is easy to wash. And it's important to be able to move freely. Now, strip out of those pesky clothes."

You hesitate a bit, but realizing there is nowhere to run so you start undressing. Ms. Miller takes a step back and leans up against a wall, taking in the view. Her presence is ever looming and while she is not as tall as most women, she is still almost a head taller than you. Her hands go back to her nipples and she starts tweaking them.

"Take off your pants slowly and when you do bend your body all the way down but don't bend your knees. This is a good time to start warming up your limbs for our training."

You do as instructed. When you get your pants down to the floor, you realize you can feel the plug in your ass starts to lose its grip slightly and you have to focus on squeezing down your hole, to keep it inside. It elicits a small whine from you as you do. It admittedly feels great, but you can feel that the base of the plug is now pushing against the fabric of your underwear and the way you are positioned your ass is displayed right towards your teacher.

Suddenly Ms. Miller interjects your undressing routine: “Stop. Don't move, Doug. What's this I can see?” She takes two steps towards and places one hand on your hip and one starts circling the base of the plug through your briefs. She pulls you all the way towards you and you almost stumble with your pants around your ankles, but her firm grip keeps you upright. You start to straighten out but her hand quickly pushes down on your back. “No. I said don't move, boy..I see you've prepared yourself for our lessons. You must know more about theater than you let on, in class!” - “actually Ms. Miller..my uhh..mom put that in earlier today. She didn't explain why.” Ms. Miller giggles slightly and the hand that is circling the toy in your ass now starts to grip around the base of it and push and pull on it while the other hand is kneading your butt cheek. You can hear her start to moan and its getting hard yourself to not make sounds of pleasure as her hand manipulates that big plug in your ass. - “Well isn't your mother a nice considerate lady. I was planning on some very light introductory training methods today but I see that you are a much more willing student than I previously thought..Now, remember do not move until I say so.”

Ms. Miller slowly pulls down your tighty whities while you stand completely bent over with straight legs, gripping your ankles. It isn't very comfortable but all of your senses are focused on what is happening with your backside. Your underwear falls to the ground and immediately two firm hands start aggressively exploring the now freed butt cheeks, kneading them and gripping them as if they were play dough. A groan of satisfaction slips past your teacher's lips and it is clear she is very happy with what she's seeing. “Doug, what a splendid little but you have. A true actor's tush.” she said with a little laugh attached to it. “When we have completed our training, you will be the star of this year's play, no doubt about it” One hand goes back to grip the plug and starts a more forceful tugging. You don't know whether to clench or relax, but the awkward position and still alien feeling of being filled up in your backside makes you slip out girly moans while flexing your hole.

Suddenly, a fairly hard smack lands on your left cheek. “Let go of this toy, Doug. I wanna see what I'm working with.” You try to relax as Ms. Miller gives it a hard tug. A little audible plop is heard as your ass quickly loses the fight. The empty sensation feels just as weird if not weirder than the feeling of being full. You feel your ring muscle gape slightly before it closes around the air.

“Yesssss, holy shit what a beautiful little entrance you got back there, Doug. Now, just so you don't forget this is all an acting exercise! And once our training starts in earnest, I'm going to start talking to you more as if we were actually acting out a play, okay? I've always been a proponent of the method acting approach. Just know that, I think you are a very nice slu- uhh I mean student and anything I say is purely in the spirit of acting, okay sweetie?” This confusing statement was followed by a small slap on your butt once again, which caused you to flex your ring muscle slightly but it was quickly negated by the reinsertion of the plug to your hole. An inch is pushed in, then taken out, then put back in. She starts pegging your hole in earnest with the plug, going deeper and deeper, observing the contractions around it while massaging your ass. You can't help but enjoy the feeling of once again being filled. It's like for these short few moments, something was missing but you can't quite connect the dots. At least it seems to have worked. The plug no longer feels painful or too much to take, in fact it glides in rather easily. “Fuck yeah, baby, this is a talented ass, that's for fucking sure”. As she pulls the plug in and out, shes pushing her body against yours grinding herself. You feel her huge member along your leg and how wet it is. She must be oozing pre-cum at this point. You catch a glimpse between your legs and confirm just that. Her entire leg below the knee is soaked at this point and her cock looks even more menacing and blood red. The head of her cock is completely uncovered now and pulsing. The size of it leaves you breathless. It must be the size of a softball or more! You start getting nervous. The butt plug she is filing in and out of you right now is nowhere near as big as her still not fully engorged member. While it feels nice, really nice even, you hope that there is a lot of “rehearsal” before you have to “perform”.

The pistoning of the plug in your ass starts picking up speed before it stops completely, left inside of you. Your leg muscles are burning at this point. You've been standing in this awkward position for upwards of ten minutes now, but thankfully (or maybe not), Ms. Miller seems to agree that this was enough of an intimate greeting. “Okay, I have to compose myself and we need to get you in the right outfit before we proceed. Get your clothes off, put that on and when you're done come see me in the acting room”. Ms. Miller gives one last hard squeeze on your bottom and releases you in a way that almost makes you fall over. “Chop chop! Don't keep your teacher waiting!”” she calls out as she walks down the hall and moves in to a room and closes the door.

You finally straighten out your back and stand up, while walking out of your pants and underwear. “What have I gotten myself into.” you thought. Like an idiot, you had to answer a question in school! You had to called attention to yourself. Now, you were about to become ..”an actor”. Something that every boy knew meant he was going to get railed on stage by a bunch of horny girls for all of the school to see. He had only seen one school play but Ms. Miller's rendition of Snow White and the Seven Dwarves had been barely more than an all out gang bang for 90 minutes. And although Snow White seemed to enjoy it initially, even for most of the show, he was barely conscious at the end. Not that anyone would have been able to see with how much cum the seven “dwarves” had shot on his face. All the girls in the audience and the teachers seemed to love it, though. I just need to get through this one lesson and then maybe I can convince my mother that acting just isn't for me. You knew you were going to get taken sooner or later by some of these girls around me, but you would really prefer if it wasn't on stage!

You sigh as you realize however you are going to get out of this, it won't happen by making Ms. Miller angry. Cause that would just come back to your mother, which would be very bad and you still wanted to do good in school and get good grades. You sigh again and unpack the thin cotton weaved outfit you are to wear. You notice that unlike the one that Ms. Miller wore this one didn't have buttons that went all the way down to your crotch. Instead it had only a few buttons at the top, in order to make you able to squeeze into it and then it had a flap on your butt. Odd, you thought, but paid no mind to it otherwise. It fit you perfectly. It was skintight but not too small, as if it was made for you. Your small penis and faint bush was visible and you acknowledged that through all of this you had been erect for most of it, especially when Ms. Miller toyed with the butt plug. A small wet spot had already formed in your cotton whites where your uncircumcised penis was mushed up against the fabric. It felt kinda nice to wear, although extremely revealing. You drew your last sigh and squared yourself as you moved towards the room you saw Ms. Miller enter. Wondering just what lied in storage for you.

You stand at the door and for some reason you decide to knock instead of walk in. A few seconds after you hear from within: “Enter, boy.” The first thing you see as the door creaks open, to your right, is a small stage complete with curtains and everything standing slightly protruded from the wall. On the stage itself is a tall bench with various arms and straps attached to it. Someone could get very tied up on that, quite easily.

As the door opens completely, in front of the stage you see your teacher, sitting in a big black leather chair. Next to her was a small table with various phallic tools on them, clearly meant for insertion. Her hair, which had previously been let down free, was now tied up in a bun, more like the style you were used to seeing her have at school. Her natural large breasts lay more flat on hear body as she leaned back in to the chair. They really were quite magnificent, very little hang on them, despite their size and her milky white skin stood in such remarkable contrast to her dark nipples, albeit still covered by her “acting outfit”. What wasn't covered any more, however was her massive appendage. The two lowest buttons had been undone and through it she had pulled her huge drooling cock. It now stood at a 30 degree angle with a slight downward curve to it. It bobbed slightly as she drew her breath and a long string of sticky pre-cum went from the tip of it all the way down to the floor. It was so fucking thick, you couldn't believe it. It tapered off slightly towards the head only to end in a massive bulb and then grow thicker and thicker towards the base. You estimated that it was thicker than your arm forearm at its thinnest and it became at least a half time wide wider at the base. On top of that it had to be at least 15” long having grown another inch since last time you tried to take a visual measurement. You almost instinctively took a step back, in fear and awe at the sight of it, but something inside you kept your feet planted on the ground and facing towards her.

“uhh...Ms. Mi..Miller, I'm not su-”

She cuts you off: “Our training starts now and I got you for the entire night, baby, so strap in. You have been very good up until now, so don't start disappointing me, okay? There will be total obedience from now on, just like you were in school. I will report back to your mother about how you did, and this will have an impact on your grades.” She grabbed her dick and jerked it slightly, which prompted a dollop of pre to flow out. All of this with a huge grin on her face. Again you can't help but wonder about how it tastes..

Yes, Ms. Miller, I understand. - “Call me Madam, for today. You're looking gorgeous in your little outfit, baby. It feels nice to wear doesn't it? Now come over and sit down on your knees in front of me.” You walk towards her, slowly, and sit down as you were told. From this position you are no more than a foot from her cock and its like it can smell you, bobbing wildly, getting more erect now rising up to an almost 45 degree angle.

“This first training lesson will centre around preparing your oral skills. Any good actor must be able to express themselves and express themselves well, don't you agree?” She proceeds without expecting an answer: “Move closer to me, boy. Don't be shy. You're gonna get real close and friendly with my teaching stick right here. Put your lips on my cock, slut. Give it a kiss”. You crawl towards her and the scent of her pre-cum fills your nostrils. She's only been sitting here a few minutes but already a decent sized spot has become wet beneath her. You shudder to think how much that thing is going to release once she orgasms. And where it will be released. Your face is right in front of her massive round head. You place a gentle kiss on the wet glans and almost like an autonomous response you can hear a moan from above, an encouragement for you to proceed. If the scent was strong, the taste is overwhelming. It's similar in ways to your mother, maybe slightly more bitter. But a rush through your stomach makes it clear, that both taste amazing. You give it a few more kisses along the shaft but quickly bring yourself back to the head of her cock, where the delicious mana emanates from.

Ms. Miller shifts forward, pushing her cock in to your face and smearing her juices across the side of your face. A familiar situation, you seem to recall from class where she had a tendency to grind her dick on you.

“Ok, now you've said hello to your new best friend, bitch. Now it's time to get real close with it.” With a firm grip she grips the back of your head with one hand her dick with the other and in one fluid motion shoves not just the massive head of cock inside your mouth but it was followed by another 2 inches, quickly pushing at the entrance to your throat. Your mouth is **** open, it stings in your jaw, and you immediately gag and cough around the massive tool that is now filling up the entirety of your little mouth. She lets go of your cock and brings her hands together behind your head, gripping parts of your hair to make sure you don't go anywhere. You try to pull back, but there is no give what so ever. Despite her relatively small stature, she is every bit as strong as your mother was.

“Lesson one, whore. This cock will go all the down your throat. By the time we are done, deepthroating will be as natural to you as breathing. Or not breathing, I suppose, hahaha. Your mouth is tight as fuck, I can't wait for it to make me cum. And it won't take long either. I've been edging all day, waiting for you to come here and drink my semen, and you WILL drink every drop of it, do you hear me, bitch? Nod if you can hear, me.” Tears are running down your face and it's almost impossible to breathe but you manage through her vice-like grip to nod your head slightly up and down. “Good bitch”. Even though her cock has only been in your mouth for less than a minute, every small crevice unoccupied by her fuck-stick is now filling with pre-cum. You feel you have to swallow or it is going make you **** even harder. As she pulls out, leaving the massive head in your mouth, you finally manage to swallow. “Ooh, a thirsty slut aren't we? Don't worry, I got a lot more where that came from. Let's see how much we can coax out, shall we. Try to relax your throat, whore. Or don't. This thing is going down there no matter what”. Once again her giant phallus is pushed to the entrance of your throat, but this time instead of resting there, she immediately pulls it back and begins a steady motion of fucking your mouth. You are still only receiving a couple of inches beside the head but every time she pulls out, she pushes it in slightly harder on the entrance to your esophagus. You gag continuously, putting your hands on her strong thighs to try and weather the hammering of your mouth. Spit is flying everywhere. After a short while of her pumping your mouth, she still hasn't managed to breach deeper. Her moans becomes more grunt-like and irritated and you realise she is getting impatient.

“This is taking too long. We have too many lessons to get through, for you to stumble on the first one, Doug.” She pulls as hard as she ever had on your head and her cock completely envelops the small hole that separates your mouth from the deeper parts of your throat. You can feel the pulsing veins on her cock as she flexes and a large amount of pre-cum shoots out to coat every surface. Even in this helpless situation, you can't help but try and catch some of the taste on your tongue. Instead of pulling out, she stands up, maintaining a strong grip on your head. “Now, I gotta take more forceful measures, you useless runt. Take a deep breath!” You feel the angle of her cock switch. She pulls down hard on your head, bending her body over you as to get even more pressure put on you. And suddenly, you feel a pop in your throat and the warm red head of her dick shoots down your esophagus, followed by at least 4 inches of cock. You hear a joyous roar from somewhere around you, coming from the on-slaughter of your mouth, no doubt, followed by a laughter that you can feel through the invader lodged inside of you. “There we go, slut. Now lesson one can begin for real. We still got half to go, but the hard part is over. Gonna give you a chance for a deep breath again now, and then I'm going all the way down your little slutty throat”. Ms. Miller pulls out once again keeping the head of her cock in your mouth. Her dick is absolutely covered in spit.

A huge relief washes over you and you immediately take a deep deep breath, not knowing when the next one will come. Her grip tightens again, the hair on the back of your head curled between her fingers and she pushes in to you. Your arms flap wildly around, having no control of the situation. This time, your throat holds her advance for maybe a second before it plunges deep inside of you. Almost 10 inches of her cock disappears in you and she starts fucking your face fast and hard. “That's a good whore. Look at me. I love seeing those tear-filled eyes as I'm pounding your gullet full of the only thing you deserve. That's right. All boys should focus on one thing and one thing only: How to take cock. Fuck, your little throat is tight. It's gonna get a just reward for being so tight. Do you like my big cock, bitch? I bet you do. I bet you love this.” She angles to the side and looks down and laughs. “Your tiny cock is hard as a rock, haha! Look at you getting off on being used like the whore that you are. You're never gonna touch this cock, while you're with me sissy. It's only there to remind you of how pathetic it is, compared to what you're chowing down on right now. Oh fuck, this is good.” She pulls out completely for the first time in minutes. Your jaw almost clicks as she does. Long strands of spit and pre-cum mixed together trail from her cock to your mouth. She sits back down while pulling you back on to her dick. Now that your entrance has been invaded, she can settle in to a more relaxing position. “Time for me to get the rest in there, slut. Remember, deep breaths..” She curls her legs around you to push your right up against her crotch. You are in a daze at this point. Half out of breath, half turned on beyond your wildest dreams. You were being used like a cum-rag, somewhere for some one to deposit their load. And it was making you so horny.

This time you didn't have to get pushed on to her cock, you willingly started bobbing up and down on it. Entering your throat was a formality at this point and you no longer gagged hard when it happened, although you still had to focus. “Oh, the whore is enjoying himself, I see? I think next time we might need to put on some mascara and make-up to really get some good lines on your face. This is theater after all!”

You tried your hardest, to get as much of her cock inside you, what remained outside you gripped with your hands and jerked off in rhythm. Even with both of your hands you could barely fit them around her massive girth. After around 10 minutes of you making love to her prick with a semi-constant battering of foul words thrown at you, you could sense that she was getting harder in your mouth. She was getting close, you thought. You wondered how her cum would taste, considering how much you loved the pre-.

“Alright, slut. It's time” she said, matter of factly. She sat up, her hands returned to the back of your head. “I'm gonna get all the way in there before I cum, do you hear me?” You instinctively nodded. She started pushing down. 10 inches. 11...12. It felt like your eyes were gonna pop out of your head and your jaw would dislocate, but everything remained in place, somehow. She pulled back out, only to SLAM down hard forcing another two inches inside. It felt like it was tickling your stomach at this point. You felt a thin trickle from your diminutive penis and a rush in your nether region. You were on the brink of orgasm. You wanted, needed to take it all. You looked and tried to see how much was left. Her pubic hair was tickling your nose. There was maybe an inch to an inch and a half left.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Almost there. One. Last. Push.” She once again pulled out and slammed down hard and this time your nose was buried in her bush. All 15 and a half inches of her massive cock were inside of you. “Yes. Yes. Amazing. Oh my god, what a great slut you are. Fucking take it all, you pathetic sissy. I'm gonna fill you up.”

Another round of face-fucking began. You are amazed every time just how much cock she pulls out of you only to thrust it all back in. Now is the first time you really are introduced to her massive orange sized balls as they start slapping in to your face when she thrusts up and pushes down. Spit and secretions are flying everywhere. You are making the loudest gagging grunts and whines. You have to time your breaths to when she on occasion pulls out entirely, only to thrust back in immediately. 10 minutes pass and you become almost limp in her grip, completely at her whim.

“Are you ready, whore? Cause here it comes. Here comes a huge fucking load right in to your stomach.” She pulls down hard on your head, making you swallow her entire length. Her cock flexes and grows even wider, straining your mouth and throat to its absolute limit. She is yelling obscenities at you at this point. Whore. Slut. Sissy. Bitch, seemed to be her favorites at the moment. And then all senses become hyper-focused. The first delivery of her sperm is jettisoned up through her cock and deep in to your stomach. The sensation is odd. Unlike when your mother came in your mouth, Ms. Miller's cock is so deep inside you that it is basically deposited directly in to your stomach. There is no taste. Just a clear sensation of being filled. The second squirt appears just after. And one after that. Madame Miller is grunting loudly and trying to **** more of her cock in you, but there is no more to give. A total of 9 massive streams erupts from her cock over the next minute as she fills you up. You must have ingested at least a quarter of a gallon of semen. She keeps you on her dick as you feel the need to breathe becoming stronger and stronger. Until you can't take it any more and start slapping her on her thighs. She reads the signal and slowly pulls back. You stop once her head leaves your throat, though, hoping to catch a few drops of cum and savour her taste.

“What a good little whore.” She flexes her cock and a jet of cum spews out on to your tongue. For her it is the last remaining portion of a massive load, but it could easily fill a cup. You swallow it down. Exquisite. It's almost enough to make you cum, but not quite. Orgasm eludes you still and you doubt it is something Madame Miller even cares about at all.

She pulls you off her dick and lays your head next to it on her thighs. “I would say that is lesson one done and passed, little slut. Now clean off my cock and balls as we get ready for lesson two.”