KAY GETS HER WAY 
by Wembley


I was teaching part time at a local university at the time. Only a couple of days a 
week, mixed classes, nothing too demanding. I was nearing the end of my first week, 
feeling very pleased with myself, introducing myself to a fresh batch of students, 
when the hairs on the back of my neck started to stand up. I felt like I was being sized 
up by someone in the class – someone with mischief on their mind. 

I decided to walk down the lines of desks, as much to relax my limbs as anything else. 
As I approached the 4th row of desks I began to feel short of breath. Looking straight 
into my eyes was an attractive brunette, sporting a mane of curly hair, which fell 
about her broad shoulders and cascaded down her back. My heart beat faster as she 
fixed me with her large brown eyes and a faint smile came across her full, red lips. 
She seemed to realise the effect she was having on me, and ran her hand through her 
hair and opened her mouth slightly as I drifted past her. I was now past her desk, but 
my legs were feeling like jelly. I managed to get to the back of the classroom, where I 
leant back on the wall to regain my composure. I looked back at her, imagining what 
it would be like to bury my face in her long thick hair. Even with her back to me, she 
seemed to be exuding an immense magnetic power on me.

I walked back down the aisle, breathing deeply. As I came by her this time, I slowed 
to catch a hopeful glimpse of her cleavage (I had noticed she was wearing a light blue 
blouse with upturned collar). Heart pumping even faster now, I was drawn into the v-
shape made by the fleshy curve of her pert tanned breasts. She was clearly abundantly 
proportioned even though her blouse was loose fitting, which made it difficult to 
make out the outline of her bosom. She must have guessed my intentions, as she 
looked up at me as I went by, forcing me to quickly avert my eyes from her chest. I 
felt her smiling eyes burning a hole in my back as I returned to my desk.

By now, I just could not concentrate on my teaching. My imagination was filled with 
images of this girl and her masterful smile. I decided to set the class some written 
work to give myself a break. But each time I looked up I sensed her smouldering 
presence. Even though her head was down in her book, she was aware my 
predicament, I was sure. 

I decided once again to walk down the aisle, this time to conquer my imaginings. As I 
approached her this time, something had changed. It was her blouse, which she had 
unbuttoned to reveal a heaving bosom, now almost bursting out of the confines of a 
lacy black bra, rising up and down as she took in deep breaths of the air around me. I 
felt I was suffocating, as if she had drained the oxygen around me. I looked up from 
her chest to her eyes, and now a pout came from her lips followed by a smile. She was 
anticipating my moves. I reached the back wall this time feeling faint and confused. 
What was happening to me? Who was this girl? What should I do next?

Looking at the clock, I had just 5 minutes before the end of class. Summoning as 
much composure as I could muster, I walked back without looking at the girl and sat 
back at my desk.

After a very long 5 minutes the bell sounded, and the students rose to leave. I watched 
her rise, and saw now that she was very tall, perhaps 6 foot 2, maybe more. She stood 
as others walked by her, immobile, and gave me one last smile before gliding out of 
the room. 

My pulse slowed. I went home and took a shower.

Before next week's class, I did some research on the object of my desire. Her name 
was Kay, and she was an A-star student. She didn't have many friends, and wasn't a 
member of any clubs. "A bit of a mystery", according to the other tutors. 

With this knowledge, I felt better equipped to handle our next lesson.

At first, I couldn't see her in class, and thought she was maybe absent for the day. But 
sure enough, I started to feel that flushed sensation again as I scanned the back of the 
class. This time she was in the last row. Perhaps she had been offended by my 
behaviour the previous week, and was seeking a less isolated position. How wrong I 
was…

As I was giving my lecture, I became aware of movement. She was removing her 
green cardigan. Beneath it, she was wearing a tight-fitting white vest. 

It was then that I noticed her shoulders. Soft boulders. Then my eye dropped to her 
biceps…..My throat closed upon my vocal chords. I could not speak. I reached for a 
glass of water. My hand shook as I drank. My eyes wandered back to her arms. Her 
forearms were thick and veined. Her hands which I had barely noticed he week before 
now looked larger. She let her arms settle on the desk for a while, as if to let me 
regain composure. 

After five minutes, she reached up with one hand to her hair and started running her 
hand through it. This caused her bicep to swell and bounce with each stroke. Each 
swell sent a shudder through my body. This action exposed her armpit to my view, 
which sported a dark mound of hair. I realised that this was intended as a bold display 
of her power – her power over me. Her armpit and her biceps continued to work up 
and down, and another smile came to her full lips. I could not take my eyes off her, 
and was grateful when she finally laid her arm to rest. 

Concerned that the rest of the class would notice my distraction and turned around to 
see Kay's taunting, I set them another written exercise, and sat back down at my desk.

After 5 more minutes, Kay looked up from her books and lifted both arms up above 
her head, and this time clenched her fists. She held them there for a few seconds, then 
brought her fists slowly down and made a double bicep pose. Words cannot describe 
the awe and wonder of this sight. With a circumference 17 or 18 inches, her biceps 
were like baseballs, and her fists like hammers. She held this pose for 30 seconds or 
so, and then started popping each bicep in turn, jiggling them like little toys for her 
amusement. Each jiggle sent me into a slight spasm, which was only perceptible to 
her. She had me in the palms of her hand – absolute power over my emotions and 
physical capability – yet she sat fully 30 feet away from me !

Nonchalantly, she dropped her arms down and put her cardigan back on. Today's 
show was over, and she let me recover my poise and deliver the remainder of the 
lesson. At the bell, she exited without looking at me.

The next week couldn't come quick enough, as far as I was concerned. Her antics had 
proven that she was a willing object of my desire, and that she was prepared to be 
discreet. I looked forward eagerly to the next episode.

Next lesson was different. This time, no revealing clothing – she wore a jumper and a 
long Indian skirt. The only exposed flesh was her ankle. She would occasionally stare 
at me, but seemed to be holding something back. 

The lesson passed uneventfully until the bell sounded. As the others drifted out, she 
rose from her desk and move purposefully towards me. By the time the rest of the 
class were out of the room, she had reached me, and was standing less than a foot 
away from me. She was taller than me, but not much. I could smell the breath from 
her open mouth on my nostrils. It smelled of roses. I wanted to reach out and grab her 
hair, wrap my arms around her, but knew I had to show complete control.

She spoke, in low warm tones. "Peter, can you take a look at my new shoes for me 
please? I bought them at the weekend but I'm not sure if they suit me". I nodded – 
again I was unable to speak. 

She pulled out a shoebox from her bag, and opened it to reveal a pair of shiny black 
stiletto shoes. She removed her sandals. "Do you mind if I stand on your desk so you 
get a close-up?". I nodded, feeling faint again. She jumped with one bound onto my 
desk in her bare feet and slipped the stilettos on. She towered above me now, he knees 
in line with my eyes. She began to slowly pull her dress up over her ankles, exposing 
her calves. What a sight. Bulging balls of smooth, brown muscle danced in front of 
my eyes as she rocked back and forth on her new heels. "Do you like them ?" I wasn't 
sure if she meant the shoes or her calf muscles, which were now straining under her 
taut skin, flexing into various muscle structures with peaks and troughs convulsing 
with every slight movement of her feet. "Do you like them ?" she repeated. "Y-yes" I 
said, feeling like a brainless dope unable to string a sentence together. "Good", and 
with that she slipped them off, jumped down to the floor and marched out of the room 
carrying her sandals and shoes. 

As she exited, she winked at me.

I spent the whole weekend fantasising about what she might show me next. Would 
she wear a backless dress and let me caress her muscular back perhaps? Or a pair of 
shorts to show off her massive, toned thighs? What muscle dance would she concoct 
next time?

Next lesson couldn't come quickly enough. I had prepared well for it, with a number 
of written exercises in case she started on me again. She was wearing jeans today, and 
the same blue blouse as the first day I had set eyes on her. Her hair seemed longer and 
thicker now, and on her lips she wore a deep red gloss. 

Again, she had decided to keep me in suspense, waiting until the end of the lesson to 
make her move. I was sitting at my desk when I felt her hot breath on my face again. 
She was leaning over the desk, facing me. I could see right down her ample cleavage 
once again, which disappeared into darkness. She rested her head on her hands, which 
formed a bridge for her chin. "Peter, can I show you something ?". "What is it ?" I 
said, pleased to have got three words out at last. "A piece of jewellery". And with 
that, she opened her mouth, which was barely inches from my nose, and slowly 
unfurled her tongue. Some people are blessed with long tongues, and Kay possessed a 
monster. It was fully 5 inches long, thick and red at the base and pointed at the tip. 
About 2 inches from the tip protruded a gleaming silver stud. I was transfixed by the 
size of her tongue – never had I seen such a thing. It glistened and pulsated, as she 
curled the tip up and down in a beckoning way, as if she was inviting met to suck it 
into my dry, quivering mouth. She waved it from side to side, and chuckled as she 
watched my eyes follow its every movement. Saliva started to drip down the centre 
and collected at its tip. Drops of saliva now fell onto a piece of paper in front of me – 
drip, drip, drip. She licked her lips finally and then removed her tongue from my 
sight. 

She jumped down from the desk, and, looming above me in her high heels, she asked 
me to stand up. My eyes were now just above her ample chest, as the stilettos had 
added 6 inches to her height. She put a finger under my chin and raised it up so I was 
looking up at her big brown eyes. "Here, have this" she passed me a card with a 
telephone number on. She then turned, picked up her sandals and went out of the 
classroom.

That night, I showered and then sat in my lounge with the card between my fingers, 
rolling it over and over. Should I phone her tonight? Should I wait a bit longer? She 
was evidently interested in seeing more of me, but what would it lead to? I barely 
knew her. 

I decided to sleep on it for a few days. 

On Monday night, I could resist no more. The image of Kay was permanently before 
my eyes. I longed to hug her massive frame and kiss those full lips of hers. I longed to 
feel her strength in a more physical union. I couldn't let anyone else have her. I 
phoned the number. 

"Yes ?" it was her. I hesitated "It-it's me, Peter". "Oh hello Peter, I was hoping you'd 
call". I had scripted the call. "Kay, I'd really like to get to know you better. Could we 
go out for a drink sometime, perhaps?" "Peter, I'd like that". "OK, I know a great new 
bar downtown – what day are you free?" "Any evening, Peter, but I'd prefer to meet 
somewhere more private". The script was no good now. "Errmmm, sure, wh-where?" 
"How about your place, Peter?" "Ye-ah, sure" I tried to sound casual, but could barely 
control my excitement. There was a pause. "What are you doing tonight, Peter?" 
"Nothing, just marking some papers". "What's your address, Peter, I'll be over in an 
hour or so". I gave her my address, stumbling over my words and directions. "See you 
later, Peter".

I took a shower, wanting to be at my best for her, and put on some fresh clothes. I 
couldn't get her voice out of my head – it was spellbinding, so deep and masterful.

An hour and a half later, and was I starting to think she wasn't going to turn up. At 
1030pm I started to turn off the lights, disappointed and confused.

I was just starting upstairs when the doorbell rang. Immediately, my heart was set 
pounding and I felt flushed all over. I opened the door and it was Kay. She was 
wearing her heels, black stockings and a long macintosh. Her hair was wild as it was 
windy outside. 

"Well, may I come in ?" she said. I ushered her in and asked if I could take her coat. 
She ignored me and walked into the lounge. "Come here, Peter" she whispered. My 
anticipation was brimming over as I walked up to her. "So far, I have shown you 
some of my best features – my cleavage, my arms, my legs and my tongue. I've 
decided tonight to show you them again – would you like that, Peter?" My tongue was 
now hanging out. She nonchalantly reached over with her finger to poke it back into 
my mouth. "I guess that's a yes, then"

Slowly, oh so slowly, she began to remove her coat. Turning her back on me, it slid 
down over her shoulder blades, revealing an alpine set of mountains and ravines. It 
then slid down to her hips, revealing a slender waistline and displaying her V-shaped 
back in all its coiled and oiled glory. As her coat made its way down her shiny 
buttocks, her white panties revealed themselves, nestling in between her two globes of 
meaty flesh, which formed the most generous posterior. Down the backs of her thighs, 
and over the huge calves, down to the floor the coat dropped. 

"Come to me" she beckoned. I was now virtually touching her back. She turned 
around quickly and lifted my chin up again with her index finger so that I wasn't able 
to spy her globes. "What shall we start with, Peter ?" She kissed my nose and smiled 
dominantly as I looked up at her. "Your breasts, please". With that request, she took 
hold of my wrists and pushed me onto the floor, straddling my groin and holding my 
arms outstretched on the floor above my head. 

I was now in full view of her pendulous breasts, and they were stupendous. Each 
globe was as large as my head, perfectly round and decorated with dark, erect nipples, 
which must have been at least 10 centimetres long. She waved her bosom gently 
above my head. Her breasts swayed from side to side. I was aching to suck her 
nipples, but she made me wait. Again she held them just above my face, and finally 
lowered her left breast into my open mouth. She let me suck her erect nipple for an 
age. It felt hard and rubbery, but warm and comforting. Then she removed it and let 
me suck her right breast. She then placed my nose in between her globes and 
squeezed them, gently. Her aroma was overwhelming, a blend of scent and 
perspiration. She let me come up for air and then repeated the action. 

I was utterly intoxicated by this Amazonian woman. She was so giving, so in control, 
so beautiful. "I think you should enjoy my arms now" she said. With that, she let go 
of my wrists and shifted herself higher up my torso, sitting on my stomach. She 
started to pump her biceps above me. Her armpit growth came fully into view – this 
time inches above my head, not 30 feet away. I felt compelled to bury my face in her 
lush undergrowth, and pulled my head up to taste the deep left pit she was gleefully 
presenting to me. My tongue lasciviously smothered her pits and our juices mingled. 
She was feeding them to me, dipping them down to my mouth with a smile on her 
face. Then she withdrew them, pointed at a bicep and encouraged me to kiss her 
fleshy peaks as she made them rise and fall, up and down in a rhythmic flex which 
was making me pant uncontrollably. 

By now she was holding the back of my head in her left hand and forced my head into 
her right pit. The she would take my head in her right hand and bring my lips to her 
left bicep, rigid and veined, and damp with her perspiration and my saliva. On and on 
it went, from side to side my head was tossed, from arm to arm. My head was 
whirring and I let out my first uncontrolled yelp of pure pleasure. I was putty in her 
large hands, and was beginning to quiver all over my body. Never had I reached such 
heights of lustful sensation. 

Then she let my head fall. "My legs are longing to wrap themselves around you". I 
was in no position to resist, as she stood up now, looking down at my prostrate body 
from her immense height. She gave me her hand and lifted me off the floor so that we 
were once again standing toe to toe. She then reached up above her head to a 
horizontal metal bar, which was affixed to the ceiling (I used it occasionally for chin-
ups, but hadn't used it for ages). She pulled herself up effortlessly so that her legs 
were splayed out in front of her body at a 90-degree angle. Her calves were now 
resting on my shoulders, so that I could see straight down her inside leg to her panties. 
"Now kiss them". I needed no encouragement, and began kissing and rubbing her 
calves with my hands and lips. I worked my way up over her knees to feel her inner 
thighs against my cheeks. Her tiny hair follicles sat up erect on her outer thigh, until I 
pressed them down with my lips. I put my hands around her left thigh and she 
obligingly flexed it, sending ripples of solid muscle in between my fingers, which ran 
more and more frantically up and down her outer thighs. I was being drawn 
inexorably higher up her inner thighs towards her panties, now moist and pungent 
with feminine power. As I got nearer, the pressure on my face and skull became 
greater, as she set about massaging my head between her thighs. On occasion she 
lifted me off the floor, only to set me down again gently with a smile. 

She spoke again "Are you ready?" I muffled a "yes", and she pulled my head into her 
crotch and let me savour her plump bush, pulling her panties to one side and kneading 
my mouth and nose with her sex. For ten dreamy minutes we were conjoined. At 
times I felt weightless, drifting off into delirious unconsciousness as I sank deeper 
into her, my face engulfed completely within her. 

Eventually, she released me, satisfied. She seemed intent on pleasuring me now. She 
left the lounge for a minute, bringing back a warm, wet flannel, which she laid on my 
face. "Remove your clothes for me, Peter. I won't look." She turned around as I 
removed tee shirt, trousers, socks and finally my pants. My hard member pointed at 
her as she turned round. A smile came to her lips as she considered my weaker body, 
which was no match for hers in any department.

"Lie down" she ordered gently. I did so. She knelt at my feet. Then she pulled me by 
the ankles so that the backs of my upper legs lay on her massive thighs, my feet 
dangling behind her. She then hoisted me further up, so that my calves were now 
resting on her shoulders, and my back was lying on her thighs. I felt my blood rush to 
my head, as I was virtually upside down in this position. Her head now hovered just 
above my upturned groin, her thick hair tickling my buttocks. She hoisted me up one 
more time so that my shoulders and head were both now resting on her thighs. Her 
arms were now locked around my midriff, and my knees were hanging a few inches 
above my head. I felt like a fish on a hook. My member was pointing at my face, and I 
now realised what she was going to do. 

With my posterior pointing up at the ceiling, she slowly unfurled her enormous 
studded tongue. Saliva dripped from it into my crack. I let out another yelp of 
anticipation, realising with a mixture of shame and pleasure that she was about to 
explore inside me with her tongue. 

The first thrust was purposeful and deep. My whole body shook.

The second thrust was deeper still. I had lost control of my functions now.

The third thrust was deep and lingering. The trigger had been pulled.

Her fourth thrust was followed by a rapid side-to-side movement. I was lost to her.

The fifth thrust was the deepest. I released my load, and my face was bathed in 
warmth….

She let me hang there, taking in everything that had happened in the previous half 
hour of delirium. She smiled and lifted my limp body up off the floor, crossed the 
lounge and sat down on the couch. 

I was sat on her lap looking up into her eyes. She cradled me like a baby, letting me 
partake in her bosom and biceps at my leisure. 

We didn't talk. She would kiss me, filling my mouth with her enormous tongue, 
inviting me to suck it. She would then return the favour. Inevitably I became aroused 
again, and this time she gripped my member with her right hand and rhythmically 
squeezed and released it as my face nestled onto her left bicep. As she brought me to 
the point of ecstasy once more, she locked my head into her left pit until I had nothing 
left to give……

As I tell my friends all the time, teaching is such a rewarding experience.

THE END