Path: news1.netusa.net!usenet From: axrine@aol.com (AXRINE) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated Subject: BIOLOGY EXPERIMENT -- Sick, Amature, dealing with dead animals. Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Date: 8 Feb 1997 17:24:34 GMT Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Lines: 142 Approved: Message-ID: <5dicsi$b8t@news.netusa.net> NNTP-Posting-Host: alpha.netusa.net X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: Moderator's note ------ I would rather people not format stories in such an ugly manner. If/when the group gets more active I will return poorly formated stories to the sender. ------- end note BIOLOGY EXPERIMENT Made up on the fly warning this is a sexually explicit story containing dead animals and bondage. This was a horrible day. I got detention served to me for physically harrassing female class mates and making sexually explicit statements through the use of my biology experiment the dead frog. All my classmates looked at me like I was a fucking freak but I told them that I at least know how to have a good time. You see the vulnerability of the dead frog gave me a sense of control and power because it was subject to my every whim. This really excited me. So much so that I got a bulging hard- on that was tearing through my clothing to get out. When my classmates saw me bulging they told my biology teacher Mrs. DeeDee Nyce. She looked at me and said that I would have to stay after class. After everybody left, she proceeded to lock the door. As she turned around she came towards me with a look of such desire and lust. That I knew I was in for the ride of my life. She said go over to my desk and sit down. So I did and when I looked back she had gotten out her masking tape and had started to tape me to the fucking desk. She was very thourough taping me down. I thought this was all to good but then she came at me with the fucking scalpel I didn't know what to think but by this time I really didn't care because I was so hard I was about to burst in my jeans. She leaned over me with the scalpel and her huge sagging breasts, as she did I bit her breast through her sleevless blue denim jumpsuit. She moaned and started to use the scalpel to cut my clothing away. The sleek cold metal touched my skin and brought a whimper to my lips. She then proceeded to cut away my jeans and boxers very carefully thank god! When she did my dick burst forth from the restrictive perimeters of my clothing and let loose a powerful jet of love juice all over her. Boy I felt relieved and revitalized. She looked down at her jumpsuit and said impishly " This will never do!" She then slowly slipped her jumpsuit down over her huge sagging breasts and as she went lower and lower she revealed her huge, hairy, hulking beaver. The juices trickling down her huge fat thighs turned me on. She said "How do you like being vulnerable to my every whim?" I said "It turns me on bitch. Fuck me! Fuck me now!" She looked deep into my eyes and said "I don't think so baby. Since you enjoyed the dead frog so much, you can have it." She walked over to the dissecting table with her nipples protruding and picked up 2 dead frogs. She returned to the desk, sat down on the edge beside me with her legs spreadeagled revealing her upright clitoris. Stinky, intoxicating juices ran out of her huge, fat lips. She then began to rub one of the frogs slimy, fermaldihidic belly against my pulsating, rock hard love muscle. It felt cold. juicy, and well lubricated against my giant trojan giving me a sensation I have always dreamed of and have never experienced before. It was like losing my virginity all over again. As she stroked slowly up and down with even measure, I noticed that she had taken the other frog and began to insert the head of her frog into her white, hot, burning cave of wonders. This bull frog was so big it would have streatched any normal love canal, but not this monster. It easily slid in with a slurping sound up to its hind legs. Watching this made me quiver with utter satisfaction. I could tell that she and I were about to reach the pinnacle of our sexual experience. By this time she was ramming the dead frog hastily in and out and in and out of her sopping, wet beaver. As we both came in an earth shuddering shower of passion, I let loose another humongous gob of cum that landed on the frogs head and belly. As she saw this, she was already in the throes of a monumental orgasm. Shaking like the wild woman she was; like an epileptic. She rammed the dead frog into her so hard that the legs of the frog, which she was using as a handle, broke off with a crunch leaving her pulsating with pain and delight. So much so that she fell off the desk. She then slowly got up, still quivering with excitement, and got up on the desk, spread her legs in my face, and instructed me she wanted 69. As a bent my head to start licking her I could see the dead frog still inside. She nipped my "head" and said there would be more if I didn't suck like a vacuum. So, I pressed my lips to her mound and began to suck like a baby on a mother's teat. As I did this she started sucking the fermaldihidic juices mixed with cum that covered my still throbbing shaft. It felt so good that I wanted to please her with my expert sucking power. So I started to try my damndest to suck that dead frog from her huge, hairy, hulking beaver. But it was stuck up so far in her that it moved very slowly. She felt the movement inside her and responded by sucking and licking with much conviction causing me to try even harder to get that dead frog out of her. Finally the dead frog became dislodged and slid halfway into my mouth. Tasting the death juices from the dead frog (more so from her beaver) I began to regret the suction I had put forth. But at that time, going wild with ecstasy from the dead frog leaving her cunt, she sucked even harder and started pounding me on the legs. This brought me to the point of no return. She slumped down on me and we both rested from our exertions and I spit out the dead frog. I'm not sure if I was happier to get rid of the dead frog or her stagnant beaver juices. After resting for a few minutes, Mrs. Dee Dee Nyce got up off of me and slowly dressed. Even if I wasn't restrained I was so exhausted from our "activities" that I could barely move. She them picked up both the cum spattered dead frog and opened its mouth and placed it on my soft white cucumber and placed the other beaver-juice covered, legless. dead frog into my mouth and covered my mouth with a piece of masking tape. She thanked me for my services and left. In walked the janitor.......... TO BE CONTINUED We would appreciate your comments. Anyone for frog legs. We do not condone teenage sex but like it anyway, nor do we condone the abuse of live animals in such practices. Think: safety first. AMEN. It is difficult to say what is impossible, for the dream of yesterday is the hope of today and the reality of tommorrow. Robert H. Goddard -- Story Submission: Submission criteria: Archive site: (Not active yet)