Monday, 19th September, 2050
Dearest Mommy,
My first day at RAF has been totally fucking amazing! In the morning, we had our first practical session, in what they call the "Money Lab". In the middle is a huge bed, for the group stuff. And around that, in a semi-circle, are all these individual "fuck-stations", each with a couch for fucking, and a desk for writing (and fucking too, I guess), and a cabinet full of toys, including -- tell Daddy! -- a whole pile of Bates butt-plugs (not that I need them...)
Alison and Claire entered The Constance Money Fucking Laboratory hand-in-hand, still heady from their cumswap extravaganza, and sat themselves at neighbouring stations. Alison watched the other students gradually file in and take their seats. One of them, she realised, was the big-titted girl in the pink bikini she had seen in the park that morning; she was still in the same bikini, and still blowing smoke-rings, but seemed to have put her dildo away for the present. Another was a tall beautiful black girl with large breasts and dark brown loose afro hair who, she presumed, must be Rob's sister Eva.
Instinctively, Alison called out a friendly "Eat my cunt, Eva!" and waved at the girl. The girl looked up suspiciously, but said nothing.
"Hi!" continued Alison. "I'm Al. I fucked your brother on the train yesterday, how're you doing?"
Eva replied with a cold frown, "Ah, you're the girl with the '
amazing
asshole'. Rob hasn't stopped messaging me about you. You made quite an impression on him. Or at least your butthole did."
"Aw, that's so sweet, and well, likewise: I'd never fucked a, uh... a black guy before, and he's got such a huge dick!" Alison giggled.
Eva regarded Alison with an unmistakeably impatient scowl. "Look, I'm very busy. Talk later, maybe?"
"Okay..." Alison felt somewhat deflated, but didn't have long to dwell on her disappointment, for at that moment in strode one of the sexiest women she had ever seen in her life. The first thing Alison noticed were the tits: firm and bulging, they protruded proudly from her chest, barely concealed by an ultra-short beach crop top. Alison had seen tits like that in older women before; unlike Alison's, which wobbled and jiggled in a "natural" way, these looked as if they must have been surgically enhanced, in the days before MM became commonplace.
The second thing Alison noticed was the cock. At least, it looked just like a cock -- a big flesh-coloured dick, flaccid but huge, dangling from the woman's crotch -- so realistic, in fact, that Alison thought for a moment she must be a futa. On second inspection, though, it was clear that she was sporting a top-of-the-range auto-dildo. "Fucking!" whispered Alison to Claire. "I've always wanted one of those!"
"Cunts and cocks, welcome. I am Professor Emma Jane Cuntslicker -- but my friends all call me Cunts for short, so please do the same." Professor Cunts had long dark hair tied back in a simple pony-tail. Despite the style of her tits, she looked strikingly youthful -- and very beautiful indeed, with broad high cheek-bones and dark sultry eyes. "I am sure you are aware," she continued, "of the privilege you have all been accorded, to have been selected for this year's National Diploma in Fucking course. However, do not be tempted to think that fucking is just 'doin' what comes naturally'! You are being trained to be top-class professionals, and this course will demand of you a professional level of dedication and hard work."
The other students were nodding gravely, including pink-bikini girl, who had switched from rings to slow, thick, perfect cones of smoke, her large tits rising and falling with each new lungful. Alison looked around at the other students in the room. There were four boys, all very handsome in their different ways. Her attention was drawn immediately to one of them -- tall, muscular and sexy as fuck, dressed in black lycra through which Alison could make out the shape of a huge thick cock bulging at his crotch. Alison made a "big cock" gesture to Claire; they both mouthed an impressed "fuuuuuck" to each other and collapsed in giggles.
"Now, you will see from your timetable," continued the Professor, that this first week is devoted exclusively to the missionary position. Who's disappointed? Be honest." There was a brief pause, and then lycra boy's hand shot up, an unmistakeably arrogant expression etched on his face. Slowly, several other hands followed suit. "Ah, I'm not surprised," sighed Professor Cunts. "You are the first generation of intake at this Academy from the fully GM generation. Many of you boys have GM cocks, I know. Girls, how many of you have GM tits?" Eva and the smoking girl put their hands up. "Gagless throats?" Eva and Claire raised their hands.
"Fascinating," said Professor Cunts, with a slightly jaded tone. "What about you, Alison?"
Slightly flustered, Alison muttered a tentative "Asshole? And, how did you know?"
"Oh, everyone knows about Alison Bates' asshole, my dear," replied the Professor. "Some of us were watching you on TV." There was an impressed murmur from around the room, as the other students swivelled around to look. Alison blushed cunt-pink. Eva, however, rolled her eyes and looked the other way. "However" -- and here the Professor turned back to the class -- "the point I need to stress to you all is that merely having a gaping asshole, or a big dick, or huge tits -- these things do not make you a great fucker. Fucking is all about technique, and you need to be trained in that technique. Chad!" The boy in lycra sat up. "Chad Halloway, you are clearly very proud of your dick -- all, what is it, eight inches? I remember your audition."
"Eight and a half, Professor Cunts, ma'am," replied Chad with a self-satisfied smirk.
"Just Cunts, boy, just Cunts. So, do you think you can use those eight and a half inches to properly fuck a girl mish?"
"Sure, Professor, uh, I mean, Cunts. I mean, how hard can it be? It's just climb on top and poke, isn't it?" There was a guffaw from the other boys.
"Well, let's see... Any volunteers from the girls here to be fucked by Mister Halloway's eight and a half inches?" The pink-bikini girl raised her cigarette-free hand. "Aha, Miss Harriet Danes -- also famous, I think? Winner of the London Smoke-'n'-Fuck Cup last year, weren't you?"
Harriet smiled with pride and blew one last exhale, before crushing her cigarette butt out on the floor with the heel of one of her thigh-length pink latex boots. Professor Cunts gestured to her to take her place on the central bed, before saying to Chad, "Go on, then. Let's see you fuck her mish."
"Only mish? Don't I get a blowjob first?"
"You heard me, Eight-and-a-Half." Chad paused, and then resumed his expression of cocksure arrogance, unbuttoning his fly to release his huge cock -- thick, rock hard, and, yes, a good eight and a half inches long. There was a gasp from all the girls, and a unison "Fuuuuuck!" from Alison and Claire. The professor raised one eyebrow. Harriet smiled knowingly, lay back, spread her legs wide, and pulled her pink thong to one side to reveal her bald cunt. Chad swaggered up to the central bed, climbed on top of Harriet, and starting fucking hard. Harriet lay back, moaning as she shut her eyes, one of her hands diddling her swollen clit while the other massaged her huge breasts. Soon Chad was approaching his climax, and Alison couldn't wait to see him jizz. But then --
"Cut!" shouted Professor Cuntslicker. "Hold it right there." Chad paused his fucking. "Take that dick out of her cunt, Chad. Harriet, stop rubbing yourself."
