Government Education Inspector Visits the College

I was sitting in Math. It was my last lesson of the week and I was feeling great, looking forward to the weekend. Surprisingly, I had managed to avoid any dress code inspections for the last month which is quite a record for me considering that the boys always try to target me unjustly for inspections because I have a 36E (DDD) bust size, one of the biggest in the college. What I think has really helped me out is that I’ve finally figured out how to dress so that if any boy does try to inspect me, it would seem that he was doing so unnecessarily.

For instance, today, all I’m wearing is a short white blouse that reaches just below my navel, a red and black checked ultra micro skirt that shows about an inch of my pert bottom and a pair of 3 inch stiletto heels. No bra, no panties. My shirt only has two buttons which are way below my bust so it’s a little difficult to keep both my gigantic boobs inside my shirt or not expose myself giving ‘nipslips’ whenever I lean forward.

Earlier today was a bit of a nightmare. I was late for a lesson and had to rush from one end of the college to the other, down crowded hallways and packed corridors with my books in one arm and my bag in the other. Both my big breasts were bouncing around as I ran and they eventually flopped out of my shirt completely, but I couldn’t stop to fix myself as I had both hands full and I didn’t want to be any later for class. I had to totter down the hallways as fast as I could in these heals, which exaggerated the jiggling of my tits a lot. All the boys I hurried past were enjoying the show of my uncovered, free-flopping breasts bouncing around as I ran.

Anyway, today, every student was on their best behaviour because in the morning, a government education inspector made a surprise visit to check up on the college. For the whole day, the dean had been escorting the inspector around, showing him the facilities, the curriculum, etc, to make sure everything complied with national standards.

I first saw the inspector on the way to my first class this morning. He was about 50 years old with silver grey hair and had a handsome distinguished look about him. I noticed however that he was eyeing me up quite a lot when he was supposed to be listening to the dean. Throughout the day, as he toured the college, our paths crossed several times and each time I could see the faint glimmer of lust in his eyes as he stared long and hard at my deep gaping cleavage.

Anyway, there I was sitting in Miss Jameson’s class getting ready for Math, when there was a knock on the classroom door.

“Come in.” Miss Jameson said.

The dean entered the room with the education inspector.

“Miss Jameson, this is the education inspector, Mr. Steele.” The dean said. “He’s nearly finished his tour of the college and just needs to tick a few things off.”

Mr. Steele said, “I’m mostly satisfied with the college. The facilities are first class and the last exam results are among the best in the country.”

“Yes,” the headmaster jumped in, “but before he leaves, he thought he should make sure that none of the students were slacking with the dress code that this college has set.”

“Indeed,” Mr. Steele continued, “I’ve seen throughout the day that all the students outwardly appear to adhere to the dress code but I wanted to make sure that they we still adhering to the code where it concerned hidden arrears.”

“Yes,” the headmaster continued again, “So, I authorised Mr. Steele to select a girl at random and perform a tactile inspection on her to prove to him that our students are the best and adhere to the rules at all times.”

“What an excellent idea!” Miss Jameson said, “If there are any slackers, this will keep them on their toes for the future.”

Mr. Steele pretended to choose one of us girls at random but I already knew who he was going to pick.

“How about… her.” Mr. Steele said pointing at me.

“Ah, Kandi. She’s one of our best students. I’m afraid you’re going to be very disappointed if you’re expecting her to fail.” Miss Jameson said.

She gave the rest of the class work to get on with while I was ordered to sit on Miss Jameson’s desk and spread my legs for Mr. Steele, putting each of my feet on the corners of her desk. Miss Jameson quickly whispered in my ear, reminding me of my duty to make the tactile inspection easier for Mr. Steele by spreading my legs as far apart as possible for him. She also said, “Do the college proud and do not get wet!”

“No miss.” Was all I could say as I was mentally preparing myself to be touched by this stranger. While my legs were wide open, all the boys in the class used the opportunity to glance at my pretty pussy while they were supposed to have their heads down working. This made me feel a bit shy that my pussy was on display for everyone to see so I was actually glad when Mr. Steele stood in front of me blocking the boys’ vision but that meant he was about to carry out his inspection. Miss Jameson and the dean stood by the door so as not to get in his way, and started having a conversation about something.

Mr. Steele stepped in close between my legs, rubbed his hands together then started touching my soft pussy. He rubbed his fingers up and down it feeling how super smooth my vagina was. He was quite gentle but I could tell he was really liking the feel of my warm young pussy but did not let it show on his face.

As he stroked my hairless cunt with his right hand, his left hand moved to my arsehole and he began brushing against it with his fingertips, teasingly stroking my puckered hole. “You certainly don’t have any hair there!” He said to me.

He then did something I didn’t expect. He used his right hand fore and middle fingers to trap my clitoris and started to massage it, applying quite a lot of pressure. I then realised that he was now deliberately trying to make me wet. I didn’t expect this from a man that was supposed to be so professional but I could see the glint of wanting in his eyes once more as I looked up at him.

As Miss Jameson and the dean were now deep in conversation and not paying much attention to the inspection going on, Mr. Steele put his left hand inside my open shirt and grabbed one of my big soft tits. He started squeezing, kneading and caressing it, using his fore finger to strum my nipple, tickling it and making it hard and sensitive. With his right hand still working my clitoris, all the stimulation felt very good but I was determined to stay dry. It wasn’t easy but I did. I was used to the boys employing similar tricks just so they could consensually rape us and I had managed to build up quite a good resistance to sexual stimulation.

Mr. Steele then inserted his two fingers into my tight cunt hoping to feel that warm slippery wetness but my pussy wasn’t moist. Wriggling his fingers around inside me, he looked up at me in disappointment as he realised I was still not wet and that none of his fondling had worked.

But then an evil glint flashed across his face. Checking to see that Miss Jameson and the dean were still not paying him much attention, he quietly spat twice onto the fingers of his right hand then held them up, calling the other two teachers over.

“Look what we have here.” He said, as he played with the spit on his fingers. “Kandi was completely hairless, as per the code, but she got wet almost immediately. I had barely even touched her to carry out the inspection when she started getting moist. Quite shameful really!”

I was livid with such a barefaced lie! “Miss Jameson! He’s…” I said, starting to complain but she cut me off.

“Silence Kandi! It is disgraceful that you allowed yourself to get wet, especially in the presence of a government education inspector. This reflects very badly on the college. You have let us all down.”

“But he’s…” I tried to say again but this time the dean yelled at me.

“How dare you answer back! You’re in enough trouble as it is! Do not make it worse for yourself!”

I couldn’t argue with this now that the dean had spoken.

“We are extremely sorry about this.” The dean said to Mr. Steele. To Miss Jameson he said, “We have to show Mr. Steele that we do not take transgressions lightly and that Kandi’s bad behaviour of vaginal wetness will not go unpunished.”

All the boys started to get excited knowing what was coming next and hoping that one of them would be chosen to consensually rape me but Miss Jameson asked Mr. Steele, “If it’s not too much of an inconvenience, perhaps you could carry out Kandi’s punishment so that she has the opportunity to learn her lesson from an experienced education inspector?”

“Hmm…, well. It would be a bother but I suppose I could spend a few more minutes here.” He said feigning reluctance, but this had been his plan all along.

The dean addressed the class, “I suggest the whole class observes this so it serves as a more humiliating punishment for Kandi. That way, she will not forget why she must not become sexually excited in public no matter what is happening.”

I was now crimson red with embarrassment knowing that the whole class was about to witness me getting screwed by the education inspector.

Mr. Steele ordered me to take off what little clothes I had on. I looked up at Miss Jameson, my eyes pleading for her to save me a little modesty, but she turned her nose up at me and shook her head indicating that she was thoroughly disappointed in me. I had to strip with the whole class watching. Some of the girls felt a bit sorry for me but the boys were enviously eyeing by athletic but voluptuous naked body, wishing that it was their own cocks that were about to sink deep into my tight silky cunt.

Now completely naked, I was ordered to turn around and bend over the desk which revealed more of my hairless pussy to everyone looking. By now, the whole class of girls and boys had gathered around the table forming a circle. I didn’t want the students in front of me to see the humiliation on my face so I hung my head down, letting my long hair cover over my face. I found out later that this was a mistake.

Mr. Steele patted me on my bare arse then dropped his trousers letting his fully erect dick spring free from the restraint of his boxers. I heard Miss Jameson comment on the size of it but I didn’t want to turn my head and look. I felt his cold fingers ease my pussy lips apart then his hot cock slowly began to slide into my fanny.

Miss Jameson was right about the size of Mr. Steele’s dick. It was quite thick and I could feel it filling up more and more of my vaginal cavity, as he kept pushing forward into me.

“This is a little big for you Kandi so I won’t force it all into you.” Mr. Steele told me.

Boy was I glad to hear that!

He now began rhythmically pumping his big cock in and out of me, grabbing onto my hips for leverage. He was at it for a while, thrusting away at my cunt. I was just beginning to feel comfortable with such a huge dick in me when he stopped and asked if all the students and teachers could stand behind and to the sides of him as he was a little put off by the ones in front.

The dean arranged everyone to move but as they were doing so, Mr. Steele withdrew his fat cock from me. I looked behind and from the corner of my eye I saw him quickly spray something that he had hidden up his sleeve on his dick. I don’t think anyone else saw him.

This is when I started to regret covering my face with my hair because while the whole class was gathering behind me and Mr. Steele, I was still bent over the desk but had my arms by my sides. Mr. Steele reached forward with his left hand and covered my mouth but no one could see him do this because of my hair was in the way.

His right hand slid down my back and I prepared myself to feel his fingers part my pussy lips once again. However his fingers stopped at my anus and I started to feel his cock head push at my tight bum hole.

Now I was worried because I’d never had a cock in my arse before. Of course, some of us girls experimented with small dildos in our dorm rooms but this was on another level as Mr. Steele’s dick was huge! I then realised it was lubricant he had sprayed onto his dick before and he was using his right hand to disguise the fact that he was sticking his thick cock into my arse and not my pussy. I tried to raise attention to this but as his left hand was tightly over my mouth, I couldn’t get a word out.

I could feel Mr. Steele’s hot dick filling up my rectum as he pushed his cock further and further into me. He just kept going and when I felt the prickly hairs of his balls tickling my pussy lips, I knew he had his entire dick all the way in my bum with his warm thighs flush against the backs of mine.

With his broad cock snugly in my arse, he left it there, not moving, enjoying the feeling of my extremely tight bum enveloping his cock. I couldn’t believe how stretched my arse felt with such a huge object stuffed in me. He started sliding his prick in and out of my arse, slowly at first, but as his orgasm was building, he got faster and more forceful, gripping onto my mouth even more firmly, now using my head as leverage as he pounded my virgin arsehole.

The class was quiet and the whole room was filled with the sound of Mr. Steele’s thighs noisily slapping against the backs of mine. He emitted a low grunt that only I heard which I knew meant he was about to cum then sure enough, he aggressively pounded me four more times as he exhaled deeply and came inside me.

I felt a strange wetness flood my ass as he ejaculated deep into my backside. He withdrew his dick and straight away I could feel my arsehole rejecting his sperm as it trickled out of me accompanied by embarrassing sloppy fart noises as air had now taken up some of the space previously occupied by Mr. Steele’s cock. I stayed with my head down, bent over the desk in shame.

“I hope this little incident doesn’t tarnish the college’s exemplary record.” The dean said.

Mr. Steele replied catching his breath, “Well… I think I could leave this little episode out of my report as on the whole, your college is magnificent. But some of your students,” and he looked at me, “do need a little more self control.”

“Indeed,” Miss Jameson said, “That is something we will work on.”

She dismissed me so I could clean off Mr. Steele’s cum that was now dribbling down my inner thighs.

I was feeling rotten. Miss Jameson let Bonnie come with me to the bathroom to help me clean up. Bonnie was feeling very sorry for and as she wiped away Mr. Steele’s cum, she told me that she understood what I was going through as she too was often singled out because she had a similar breast size to mine. She could still see I was a bit upset so as she wiped away the last trails of cum from my inner thighs, she gave my pussy a little pat and kissed me.

“It would make me feel better if you did that again.” I said to her.

She smiled, kissed me again and patted my pussy once more but this time, let her hand linger, cupping my pussy, her thumb making contact with my clitoris. She gently caressed me.

Bonnie knew exactly how to make me feel better…

32 thoughts on “Government Education Inspector Visits the College

    1. William G. Gruff

      No worries, Slick. If you want an example of too much, read Sonic Screwdriver’s “Melissa’s Spring Break”. My wife and her blog friends stopped reading CCC after that one.

        1. William G. Gruff

          I don’t know if her friends ever came back but she never has, and for someone as mad about ENF/CMNF stories as she is that’s one hell of a boycott.

  1. Fan

    I always like these stories, but one thing I’ve always disliked is when a girl is treated unfairly. In my opinion, this story would have been better if she had legitimately been unable to control herself, even a little bit. But thats just me. Just a thought.

    1. Slick P. Wraith Post author

      All criticisms welcome.

      I know this story is a bit mean but disgruntled girls kind of get their own back in my next one…

      1. Michelle

        Treated unfairly? What would have been more fair if she got wet on her own? Either way she is forced to be practically naked, expose herself to all of her male classmates and then the inspector. If all he did was check her for smoothness that would probably be enough but he purposely teased and fondled her to make it legal to rape her. If she got wet on her own he still would have raped her and it still wouldnt have been fair. The fact that she was able to stay dry only meant that the inspector had to do one more thing to get what he wanted… use his own spit. But really he was going to get what he wanted one way or the other so I dont see the spit as anything particularly unfair.

  2. Matt

    It is not really believable that she would put up with that, rather than call out that it was really his saliva. If this works, then anybody else can also use their own saliva to claim wetness.

    1. Slick P. Wraith Post author

      I take on board your point but for this story:
      1) only Kandi and Mr. Steele know that it’s his saliva.
      2) Mr. Steele (being from the government) carries such authority that the Dean and Miss Jameson have absolutely no reason to think that he is not being truthful, which is his abuse of power.
      If it was an ordinary boy, Kandi’s attempts to raise alarm would not have been completely disregarded.
      Again, I know this story is a little mean but I thought I might try something slightly different.

      Thanks for your comment.

      1. base

        just to carry the discussion a bit further…

        1) only them and the entire class – despite the work assigned would not prevent many from watching the goings on.

        2) hmm, at a college? I suspect quite the opposite might pervail at many American Universities and Colleges.

        1. Slick P. Wraith Post author

          Regarding 1, I should have probably added to the text that Mr. Steele was discreet enough to not be seen by the class as at that point, he had his back to them.

          I’m not sure what you mean regarding 2. Could you elaborate?

          1. base

            1) fair enough, no need to edit.

            2) American Campuses are renown for being ultra-liberal, anti-establishment places. While one might suspect the professors to be part of that establishment, and once tenured, they no act that way. The professor might relish having a student talk down a government official. Of course, this is a generalization, and many professors are straight laced as well.

            One thing that has struck me is whether we are all talking about the same sort of college campus. American usage is college=university for the most part. Whereas, the Brits might have a college as a preparatory school for higher learning. The difference? Americans would nearly all be 18-22 years and older.

    1. Slick P. Wraith Post author

      Thanks Angela. I wasn’t sure how it would be received. I didn’t want to be too mean to Kandi hence the kind of happy ending.

  3. Slick P. Wraith Post author

    Base, thanks for the info. I’m in England and had no idea about anti-establishment reputation of American colleges.
    I too also wondered where this college was set as I don’t recall anyone explicitly saying it was in the US, and thought it may even be in a fictional country like Eroslavia.
    By the way, England does actually have some universities named as colleges (Kings College, Trinity Collage Oxford).

    1. Dragavan

      The college is in the United State. It’s never clearly stated in one simple description, nor is any specific location in the states given, but there is enough information given in Richard’s original work to tell you this much.

      “The college Donna and Crysta attend is a small liberal arts college not far from their homes.” – from The College

      “[Donna] grew up in an average middle-American household, with a mom and a dad, and a little brother.” – fromDonna and Crysta

      “Crysta grew up in a little house in a town not far from Donna’s, although the girls never met until their first day at the College.” – fromDonna and Crysta

      So that means somewhere in “middle-America” is where the college is. It’s also never given a specific name, just a basic description as a relatively small liberal arts college. It is also located just outside of “the town”, which is all the place is ever called.

      “Beyond the campus is the town. It’s never really necessary to go to into the town, because the College has just about everything a girl needs.” – from The College

      I don’t know if any of this information has been brought up since these old background documents were posted, but they are still available to read in the archives of the old site you can get to from the side-bar.

      1. base

        From your pulled quote, Crysta and Donna grew up in towns “not far” from each other. Yet Crysta arrives by plane from a colder climate.

        “Even though it was late August, the weather had already turned very cold where she lived. She [Crysta] was looking forward to the warm weather at college.” [ref: Crysta’s Plane Trip]

        Donna was close enough to drive.

        “Suddenly, I remembered I was bottomless. I looked at my boxes and suitcases, so nicely packed, and decided it wasn’t worth unpacking them to find a skirt or dress to wear. I would be driving my car, anyway, and so it was fortuitous that I had a top on. Only the truck drivers would be able to see I wasn’t fully clothed. So I got some of my dorm mates to help me put everything in my car, and off I went.” [ref:My summer by Donna part 1

        I’ve always preferred the location to be vague. And I believe “average middle-American household” is likewise. Whilst it could be geographical descriptive, it could also be economical based. I believe some stories make it sound like they are not far from the coast, yet others give less that sense hiking in the mountains and such.

        All of this vagueness is good for the reader. The reader’s eye must build the world, and that world need not even look like the America landscape we know. Just as long as they are not building igloos in July, I see no reason why they cannot go for a drive along the coast to the beach. Or have a little snow fall in winter even though it is a warmer climate. But clearly, the intent was not to have so much snowy weather as to freeze the girls as happens in other universes.

        (This is just my opinion, and what I’m thinking when I write my stories here.)

        1. Dragavan

          They are left vague, even the distances are vague (as in “not far” could mean a lot since it’s a relative term), which is always good if you want to leave a lot of leeway for writers. But the one thing that it does solidify, which was my point, is that the school is in the USA.

          Personally, I always felt like it was somewhere more east than west, within a few hours drive of the coast, but not in any particular state. The coast could the east coast or the gulf coast, but it always felt more east coast to me. It also felt more south than north, but that could still mean somewhere in the middle (like Virginia or North Carolina). But again, that’s just my take and none of it is ever clearly defined by Richard in the old stories.

  4. Jack

    I’m liking all the discussion this is bringing up. Yea this story rocks the boat quite a bit as far as the average story goes for this site. But its good to push the bounds a little bit and mix things up. Admittedly I wouldnt want the bulk of the stories to go the way this one did, not one for anal stories, but anyways…. If there aren’t stories posted like this then the site becomes too predictable. Writers are confined to this narrow line of what is acceptable. Pushing the bounds is there way of expressing their freedom. I did not see the story playing out the way it did, it surprised me, and thats what keeps me coming back to this site. Otherswise these stories would become like cheap horror flicks where everyone in the room can tell you whats gonna happen and how its gonna happen.

    So kudos on the story and I hope to see more from you, whatever the story may be.

    1. Slick P. Wraith Post author

      Thanks. Well said Jack. I agree that as long as the stories aren’t too far from the main topic, and don’t deviate too often, a bit of variety is ok but I don’t want to alienate readers by going too far so it’s great that people are giving their opinions.
      (Even though I wrote this story, I wouldn’t want them all to go the way this one did! 🙂 )

  5. Michelle

    I would like to comment on some of the posts in the archive but it wont let me… what can i do about it?

    1. Slick P. Wraith Post author

      Hello Michelle. If there are 3 nested replies to a comment, you cannot reply to the last one but you can start a new reply and include the name of the person you’re replying to.

    2. Dragavan

      If you are referring to the stories in the “More Archives” section, you can’t reply to them. Those are the old (now defunct) site that was replaced by this one. Not all the stories in it were transferred over to the new format when this place was upgraded, but they didn’t want them to be lost forever, so they tagged them on in that format. You can read them, but not reply to them.

      However, some of them have been transferred over to the new format and can be found in the new system by searching around. Those ones would be able to be replied to. Either way, any comments made to the old posts can’t be replied to no matter what, since they are never transferred over. It’s all because of the loss of the old blog and upgrade to the current format that happened.

    3. base

      If you see the same author posting here, you can add a reply to any of that author’s newer stories with a reference to the older one. Adding a link to the story is optional, but appreciated by other readers.

  6. Michelle

    Thanks for the info. Actually one of the posts was called “college pool” and Base you were the very first comment on it LOL. I noticed alot of the comments here seem to disect the stories and the older ones got more comments from “other girls at the school following the rules” and also “guys at the school” writing back, being part of the story not just critiquing it. Heres the link if anybody wants to read it:
    Also another one called “peer inspections” here:
    And finally one called “why bother with panties” here:

    I liked all of these and they made me want to comment and then I found I couldnt 🙁
    I wanted to do the comments like the ones that kind of continue the story with the readers being part of it… does that still happen? And if so, how?
    Thanks for all the help guys! 😉

    1. William G. Gruff

      You know, I haven’t seen that happen in a long time either but I’d love to see it start back up again.

    2. base

      Comments can go in many different paths. Some to extend the story, some to suggest, and yes, even dissect. For some readers, the comments allow them to participate in the story, by adding their own mini-story. I think that is a wonderful way to compliment the author. You were so into the story, you have your own world in your mind what happened next or in a similar circumstance.

      If you wish to continue a story with a comment, again, I suggest finding a more recent story by that author and adding your comment to the newer story with the link back to the older story.

      For instance, The College Pool story could be commented in any of Dick Hertz more recent stories:
      a-message-from-the-dean-about-short-dresses or MrsClark’s High School English Test. While the College Pool comment might not “fit” that story, just reference the previous story, provide a link, and add your comment to the newer story. The author will appreciate it, the readers will understand what is going on, too. Or on Dick’s more recent stories, add a comment making a plea to re-post the original story or a follow-up to the original.

    3. Slick P. Wraith Post author

      Feel free to add any type of comment to any of the more recent stories whether it be a criticism or roleplay story extension.

  7. Michelle

    OK I took your advise and used the “message from the dean about short dresses” link to post my comments.

  8. Dick Hertz

    Holy tamole! I had forgotten all those details about Donna and Crysta myself. I’m glad we have so many College historians in our midst!


  9. William Kazak

    This is a good story on many levels. College life is full of different adventures both welcomed and unwelcomed. Humiliation happens to all of us from time to time. We need to get over it and move on with the lessons we have learned. In this story, the education inspector, Mr. Steele, has shown himself to be deceitful. So what’s new with that observation? In life, we can always find someone who is ready to shove their giant cock up our virgin ass. Often, they get away with it. The system allows it, as in this case. The Dean and Miss Jameson were negligent here but they will get their “instant karma” in another story. I am hopeful of that.


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