"Hi Professor! I know you wanted to see me in your office!" Zelda, a short blonde undergraduate, enters Prof. Neinstein's office wearing sweats and a school hoodie. The two are only five years apart in age.

"Hi, Zelda," Nein began. "So, I'm sorry, but I can't change your grade from an F to an A+. The assignment instructions clearly asked you to recount the battle of 1812 from a gothic perspective. You just handed in an illustrated version of the Keystone Cops pie fight."

Zelda turns the paper over, and there are doodles on it. With pictures. And nobody is wearing pants. Or shirts. Or bras. And its anime. "Like it?..." She glanced at the enormous F written across the face of the paper. "No, no, clearly not."

"Okay. So look. It's like this. I kinda need a passing grade. A+ would be nice. What do I need to do? -- Oh, and for your info, Cops was a CLASSIC pie fight. I just happen to also think it was just better if they were all anime nudes." She paused, marvelling over her own work. "I especially like this one, the redhead with the enormous bazongas getting just creamed with a pie! Hahaha!"

Neinstein thinks for a minute. "Well, I first have to point out that you got full points for creativity. It's just that that's only worth 20% of the grade. And incidentally, one problem with animes is that they're rarely realistic, and they don't capture the kind of tension you find in real life cases."

"What? Sure they do!... I think. Don't they?"

"No. No, that's not right at all. See here, where you have the wealthy dowager get pied in the face and her head flies back into a wall? It's really not that violent... not unless Superman is throwing the pies. But: realism."

"Yeah, it's not supposed to be violent, oops. In my defense, I was trying to draw the belly of the police officer... That counts as realism huh?" She takes a beat. "I'm going off of old movies. And also from that time I pied Melissa Jones on the quad."

"Yes, I remember. As I recall, you were suspended for a semester."

"Not to mention the other time I pied Carol -- ah, nevermind." She sighed. "Well, realism is overrated! No one has a pie fight naked anyway. Sadly."

"I seem to remember seeing both of them hanging around the halls recently. Odd you mentioned them. Oh well."

"Oh. Huh." Zelda looked at the door for a second. "Anyway... so, you mentioned realism. How do I get realism so I can get an A+?" She grinned.

"Well, the first thing to realize is that this is a course about drama in history. You have to realize that comedy, even slapstick comedy, is ultimately about the tragedy involved. The pathos, you know," Neinstein said, in massively pretentious overtones. "There's a sense of fatalism. The creeping dread. You know, when there's a sitcom, and inexplicably, for no plausible reason, some waiter enters the room with a dolly full of pies. The dread is the drama. The pies are the comedy."

"Uh huhhhh... right... Oh, I love when a dolly full of pies arrives! Good tension. Right?"

"Yes, exactly. That's what's missing from your anime... thing. --- Well, rather, one of the things that's missing. The other thing that's missing is a sense of empathy for those being pied. You really have to make their feelings come through. You have to have empathy for your characters."

"Empathy? I mean, I know what it is, but... how do you mean?"

Underneath Neinstein's desk, a mini-fridge hums. "Well, without getting into technicalities, empathy is perspective-taking. Put yourself in another person's shoes."

"Ok... well, in my drawing, they're not wearing shoes. EVERYONES naked. No shoes no pants" Zelda kicks off her sneakers.

"Um. Well that's not the point. It's just an expression. -- Shoes or Crocs, in Carol's case." Neinstein sputters, a little exasperated. "Well, look. Here's an object lesson."

"Uh... an object lesson?"

Neinstein is clearly annoyed. "A lesson. Lecture. With a point. -- Nevermind. So, look. Take this for example." Neinstein takes a chocolate cream pie out of the fridge and put in on my desk. "I want you to remember what it felt like when you pied Carol in the face."

"Yes, I know what an object lesson is, sorry. Not sure what the object is here. I -- OH! Uh. Well, how'd I feel?"

"Yes, how did you feel?"

"Well. It was a banana cream pie, a really big one."

"So the custodians tell me," Neinstein said, dryly.

"Oh, it was fun! I was delighted!! Thrilling! Hysterical, and kind of erotically charged, you know? Seeing her cute face just dripping cream and crust and pie filling? Down into her cleavage too that was... well, as they say, a frisson!"

"Yes, and the splatter was evidently voluminous enough to claim other victims."

Zelda didn't seem to hear. "-- Her expression was priceless! And boy she was pied! Oh, did I get some other people too? OOPS! Well, I got away clean. Besides, who doesn't love a good pie in the face? Right? And, wait! See? THIS is why people need to be naked around thrown pies! Just wash off!"

Neinstein sighed. "Okay. Right. Good. Can you show me the face she was making?"

"Her face? Kinda like hmm. Like this." Zelda makes a surprised expression, with her eyebrows up. "And she said, 'Wait, no no no!' and she laughed afterwards. That's something."

With lightning fast reflexes, Neinstein slams the pie in Zelda's face, so there's cream everywhere on the couch, against the wall. Zelda feels momentarily blinded, and her nose fills with the scent of vanilla.

"Like that, you mean."

"WOO!" Zelda jumps. "WHOA! Mm-nom!"

"I'm sorry I had to do that."

"Oh!!! HAHAHAHAHAH!!!" Zelda takes a deep, long laugh. "Wow! Professor you pied me!"

"Wait. This isn't the reaction I expected."

Zelda licked her lips. "Oh my god!!!" She continued laughing.

"No, you're not supposed to react like that. Look, this is about how Carol felt!"

Zelda tried to open her eyes, and only one opened. The other was under too much whipped cream. "Hee hee hee." Annoyed, Neinstein rose up and paced the room as she continued talking. "Honestly though? I would have preferred banana cream pie! Mmm!" She licked her lips. "Welp. Um oh... OH pie just slid down my hoodie." She unzipped the zipper another half inch and looked down. "Oog... now that feels interesting." She paused in contemplation. "How did Carol feel? I guess like this? I don't know! I was laughing too hard?"

Neinstein sighs and say, "I'll get you a towel." He walked towards the door, and glanced at Zelda's unzipped hoodie and smirked in spite of himself. Meanwhile, pie kept falling from Zelda's face and head. Her neck was splashed with a ring of pie, and it was caught inside of her hoodie. Her short blonde bangs were blasted backward as if they had been dyed white.

"Yes, please! But I'm fine wearing the pie. I bet it looks funny!" She laughed again as she collected herself. "Um. Whew! hee hee hee. Oh lemme wipe my eyes a sec... ok. Oh thats better. WOW. Professor you throw a good pie, holy crap!"

"Well, you take a selfie, then," he said, condescendingly, but nervously. "I'll be right back." With that he left the room into the hallway.

"Right. Selfie, good idea. That was a hell of a surprise too." Zelda took a ridiculous selfie, grinning and pied. "Ok... right." She spoke out loud as she typed: "I.... got.... pied. Send. Oh man." With that, she shook the bottom of the hoodie and some pie and crust fell out. As the door opened, she said, "I'm not wearing a bra so this feels pretty interesting, I gotta say."

Neinstein entered, and was followed by two young women trailing behind him. He was carrying a towel. "Keep your voice down, I don't have tenure!"

"Oh, hey! Carol and Michelle?" The girls waved to her, uncertainly.

Neinstein said, "So, look. I didnt want to do this, but this is an intervention. I brought Carol and Melissa to talk about their feelings." He sat behind the desk, and surreptitiously put a textbook on his lap.

"Hi guys! Oh..." Zelda said. She looked at them with a pied face, crust ringing my forehead. Her eyes are kinda wiped, enough to see, and a piece of pie is lodged in her exposed cleavage. Her my headlights are on, so to speak, bumping through the hoodie. Both girls responded with laughing, but in partial shock.

"Yeah.. he pied me! He got me good, too. As you can tell!"

Neinstein was vexed. "That's not what happened! No look, its a lesson. Look, girls, please have a seat." The students sat on either side of Zelda. "Carol tells me she felt humiliated and embarrassed when you pied her." Carol, for her part, looked as though she could not have cared less, and she picked a piece of pie from Zelda's hair and ate it.

"Carol, really? But you laughed, didnt you?"

Carol muttered shyly, "Yes". Melissa, more aggressive and boisterous, added: "Hell, I'm laughing now."

"Heh... Melissa! Yeah, me too, I thought it was awesome honestly! I'm starting to melt though."

Neinstein handed her the towel and a spare t-shirt. "Okay. So this really doesnt help the point I was making. Empathy."

Zelda took the towel and wiped her face. "Oooh.. wow! there! its mostly off I think. Ok, empathy. Melissa has empthy, right M? You laughed!"

"You still have some chocolate in your eye. But yes, empathy."

"Oh thanks," she said, and wiped her eye with the towel. "Yeah, next time, banana cream pie, or coconut cream pie! Or vanilla cream pie. Those are pretty classic. Anyway..."

With that, Melissa ducked down beneath the desk, and pulled out two banana cream pies, and handed one to Carol.

"Empathy. I'm listening." Zelda shook out the hoodie, and more crust tumbles out the bottom, and unzipped the hoodie fully, and is in the act of pulling it off when she look up. "Uh... uh oh... pies? each of you have a pie? What-- OH..."

Neinstein protested. "Look, this was an intervention, and really its best if we call it a day, and maybe cooler heads can prevail in a different context."

Zelda stood up, half undressed, topless and grinning. "Guys? wait a sec?"

Neinstein continued. "I cant have a topless girl in my office!"

With that, Carol and Melissa shrug, and each pied Zelda on one of her breasts. Zelda dropped the hoodie to the floor and reached for the t-shirt, missing because Im looking at the pie-toting girls. "I-- WHOO! Oh god those are cold!! Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! YOW." She looked in shock at them. "What the hell?" she said, laughing.

Neinstein breathes a sigh of relief. "Sorority girls hazing. That's all this was. Such a shame."

Zelda looked down at her chest, her nipples are now very hard, and the creamy dessert slid down her body and added to the sizeable mess on the floor. "WOW. Well, I'm not topless anymore... AHEM... I'm topped! God!" Then, with both hands, she smeared pie all over her chest. "Oh. Oh! This feels good... uh really good..."

Pleased with his alibi, Nein mutters, in a pompous Frasier-Crane like way, "Yes, good with a cherry on top." And with that, from out of nowhere, a cherry pie with loads of cream plopped onto the top of Zelda's face, covering only the eyes and nose.

"Those pies were... -- MMP!" Zelda said, interrupted midsentence. She froze and let the pie slide down. Then, adding insult to insult, Nein tossed the dirty towel over her head. Both of the other girls rose up laughing. Melissa took out a cell phone, preparing to take a picture, and Nein shooed her away before she takes a picture, hissing "No tenure!"

Meanwhile, Zelda wiped her head, though the towel didn't do the trick, so all that ends up happening is that she rearranges the cream all over my head. "Who threw that pie? Hahahahah. I'm not getting this empathy thing! Unless they empathized with me about how much fun it is to pie someone!"

Carol laughed and hugged Zelda, but sort of in a distant way so she doesnt get too much cream spread onto her. "You're hilarious," she said.

"Thanks roomie!!! Nice pie!! Good aim, hahahaha! Oh wow."

"Thank you ladies, for participating. I need a few more words with Zelda," Nein said, and Carol and Melissa walked out.

"My boobs... wow. Nothing but pie," Zelda said. She adjusted her sweats and sat down, pie smeared all over her head, belly, shoulders, arms, and tits.

"Okay. Look." Nein said, adding a second textbook onto the first textbook in his lap. "This hasn't really done the trick. Theres no pathos here. (Glance away) There's other things. But not pathos."

"Pathos? Youre kidding? No, I see youre not.. uh.. " She wiped some banana cream from her nipples. The pie was melting and dripping in slow drips and globs from her breasts and landing on her sweats. "Uh.. if youre still wondering why I drew naked cartoons..." She pointed to her sweatpants. "Ok sorry I'm listening!" She tried to look attentive, face smeared with cream and hair just flattened with cream crust and pie filling.

Nein looked up, sympathetically, and got up suddenly. It felt as though a dam was about to burst. Then he burst out laughing. The textbooks fell away from his lap to the floor, revealing an inappropriate and hard-to-conceal anatomical reaction beneath his pants.

"Oh! Professor! Uh..." Zelda looked up a the ceiling, smiling. "I'm glad you think this is funny!" She smiled, then tries to look earnest and attentive, which is impossible after being pied.

He muttered, "Ah, well, shit." Right after he said it, footsteps started to echo down the hall.

Zelda looked up in panic, and jumped towards the door to lock it. However, the foot of the chair was pinning the leg of my sweats, so they fly down to my ankles in a sudden flash of a round butt. She locked the door, naked, coming to realize that her sweats were stretched out behind her and feet in the waistband.

Just then, there was a knock on the door. Zelda couldn't stop laughing, while also swearing, "shitshithshit".

"You have to be clean. Uhhhh. I was saving this just in case." Nein pulled out a seltzer bottle from his desk drawer.

To Nein, Zelda whispered, "Shh, its OK, I locked the door!" To the door, she said in a clear voice, "Who is it?" As she pressed her naked body against the door, Nein joined her with his shoulder against it, both looking as if they were expecting zombies to come through. There is a silence in the hallway.

"Uh... is that a howitzer in your pants or are you just happy to see me?" Zelda whispered, looking down. "Honestly, my tits are so covered in whipped cream and banana cream, how can you see anything? My nips are like happy white bumps!"

Nein blurted out, "quiet time," and sprayed her unceremoniously in the face with seltzer.

"I-- blblblblblb," Zelda said, standing there and taking the stream of water, whispering in protest. "Blub!!! blub blooob brb blub!! GASP."

In a loud voice, Nein said: "Yes, who is it? Theres a student meeting at the moment.

"WHOOOO!" Zelda said. "THAT WAS COLD!"

From the other side of the door came the voice of another faculty member -- a sexy, middle-aged woman with pure silver hair, Professor Plum -- say, in genuine concern, "Is everything alright in there?"

Zelda and Nein's eyes met. Zelda nodded enthusiastically but with a frightened expression. There was a silence as Plum expected Zelda to say something. Nein gestured at Zelda with the seltzer bottle in a menacing way, and mouthed: SAY SOMETHING.

"UHHH... YES FINE THANK YOU... UH... HOW ARE YOU?" Zelda shrugged and mouthed, I DUNNO. By now, a lot of cream has washed off of her, and she is back to topless.. but dripping water, and only wearing a black thong.

Nein indicates his dislike for the answer by spraying her again, this time on your breasts. Zelda winces but doesn't yell, whispering, "eeeeeeee, eee, eeeeEEE, eeeeep!"

"Everything is fine, were doing a bit of theatre. Thank you, Professor Plum."

Zelda mouthed silently -- FUCK KING COLD! THREEATER! Ahem! Cough. Theater!!! whispering, fuck! -- only to be sprayed again in the face. Nein is wearing a constant smirk, and there's a sense that barriers have broken.

Zelda's nipples were ridiculously hard now. "Oop!" she said, and scowled as if to say 'Now look, buster...' She wiped her face of water. "Yeesh! She gone?" From behind the door, Professor Plum made an inaudible noise of disbelief, and eventually there are footfalls leading away from the door.

"Holy fuck. Phew! Professor, if its all the same to you, I'd rather have the banana cream pie in the face than freezing water! Wow, that was cold!"

Nein slunk back onto the couch, as if to faint, but hesitated as he noticed cream all over his formal clothes. "Fuck a duck," he said.

"Just don't tell the ducks mother."

Nein muttered, and took off his tweed overshirt, still smirking. "Funny girl. Come on, lets get you cleaned up." He put down the seltzer bottle, only half full.

"Oh, I'm clean. You, however..." Zelda picked up the seltzer bottle, pointed it at Nein. "You should leave the pies out to soften before you throw them, by the way. They cover better that way!"

"No. No no no. No," Nein stammered. Then, as a lame assertion, "It's only funny when it happens to you." But nothing in his skinny jeans situation has changed -- the fabric is a miracle of elasticity.

"UH huh..." she replied, and pulled the lever, emptying the selzter bottle, on his face, crotch, and back. Grinning, laughed in triumph. "See? COLD!" As she opened fire, he opened my mouth as if to give another lame explanation; by the time she was done, Nein had to spit out a stream of water in the world's longest spit-take. "Hee hee hee!"

"I take your point," he said, dripping, his eyes still closed.

Zelda put the bottle down, hands on hips, and looked at him. Naked, still only in a thong, and smeared a little with watery cream. Nein blinked a little, and walked towards her, aiming to get to his desk, but hesitating as I get close. Her skin felt magnetic. Nein found that he was breathing with the same rhythm as she was. She smelled vaguely like Froot Loops, and he like coffee.

"Uh... Am I at least up to a D?" she asked.

He laughed. "Yes, you've got a higher grade. F+."

"Oh come on!" she said, exasperated. "Ok.. Empathy! I bet you LOVED throwing that pie at me! It was fun, wasn't it?"

"Right," Nein said, snaping out of it. "Yes I did. But that was my empathy for you. Actually, everyone here took on your perspective."

"Well, I.. uh.. you got me. Explain?"

"Well, initially, not everyone shared your enthusiasm. Now everyone does. Except Professor Plum, I mean." Nein coughed. "You remember the collateral damage from the pie you threw at Carol? That was on Plum."

"Yeah she's a pill. So, you share my enthusiasm now? Oh, oops.." Zelda looked contrite. "I meant to totally cream Carol, not annoy Plum. Oh well. Next time I'll use meringue! Hahahah! Can you imagine...?"

"Yes, I'm converted," he said, and pulled out one of the banana cream pies from the mini-fridge, along with a lemon meringue pie.

"WOW! I.. uh oh..." she said, her eyes widening at the sight of the two new pies.

Wordlessly, and without any explanation, Nein passed the lemon meringue to her. Waiting to see what she will do. He said: "On the count of three."

"What!? What about three?" she picked up the unbaked sticky meringue. "But.. I need an A+, not an expulsion!"

Nein shrugged wordlessly, holding the banana cream in my lap, giving no instructions, just silence. "One."

"Oh, what the...." she looked around.

"Two."

"Shit shit shit..." she said. Both making eye contact. Both holding enormous, exaggeratedly large pies. "I dunno what to do..."

"Three." Nein smashed the pie... into his own face. At the same moment, Zelda slammed the pie into her own face and smeared it in widely. "It STICKS! MMMRK!" The pies make POP sounds as they are planted home. Zelda felt the heavy think pie STICK to her face, and slowly fall down in glacial pieces of crust and meringue. Nein's face looks like pure crust, except for a section that falls from the chin.

Zelda can only open one eye, and she gasped, looking at him. "Oh! Oho! Oh.. hahahahah!" And she cracked up laughing, and pointing, even as pied as she was.

The crust on his face broke, like glaciers in summer. "Mrph," he said. Gradually, he joined in laughing. Her face is one crusted, pie-smushed sight to see -- meringue has fallen and landed on my chest, arms.. all over the place.

But in a few moments there were footfalls in the hallway again. Nein panicked, and look to see the selzer bottle is empty. So, to shut her up, he blasted a handfull of whipped cream into her mouth. "GULP!! Mnah!!" She looked at him in wide-eyed shock, but while his hand was over her mouth, she licked it. A huge piece of pie finally breaks loose from her face to land on her right boob, trailing meringue.

Nein could barely see through his left eye; the cream is thick, like a mound of snow on a car during January. He shrugged, grinning, and fiddled helplessly with the pie tin. She shrugged back. "You look good pied! Definitely a good look! My empathy is.. you liked it!"

"Oh, hell," he muttered, and kissed her deeply as the footfalls got closer to the door. Its a deep kiss, full of whipped cream and meaning, but mostly whipped cream. She kissed back, our faces pied and goo falling everywhere. The crust between both our pies conjoins in unholy union of lemon and banana.

Nein took off his undershirt, revealing a surprisingly fit physique -- not six pack, but the body of someone who takes care of their proprieties.

There's another knock on the door, and to stop Zelda from saying anything, Nein pushed her back onto the couch and licked the tip of her nose, and cupped her breasts with both my hands, his dick hard against her thong. "Oh! Well...!"

Then he stopped, frozen, struck by a thought. "I know this is wrong. But is it okay?"

"No. Yes! I mean, yes! No. Ok? Yes!" She leaned up and kissed him lasciviously.

The knocking continued, which both ignored. Nein moved his head downward, peppering her with kisses, first on the mouth, then chin, all the while flicking your nipples, rubbing them until they're soft. Then when her nipples are softened, he put his lips to them, and his teeth on them, with the lightest pressure, making them hard again. Meanwhile his dick stays on top of her clit, stuck as if by superglue, rubbing rhythmically.

"Oh..." she moaned, sliding off her thong and throwing it across the room, over a lamp. Nude, she lay back and just groaned in happiness.

The knocking stopped, and a voice announced, "I'm calling campus security." Neither seem to have noticed.

"Oh... I will get you for this.. oooooh... yes.. Go take off your clothes and get that banana cream pie!"

Nein undid his zipper, but didn't pull down his pants -- too busy massaging her breasts and then arousing the nipples.

"Ungh!!" she moaned happily again, submitting to the pleasure. The fridge was within arms reach of the couch, and with his foot Nein opened it errantly, and start to work on my pants. "Yes maam. One second," he said, picking up a gigantic vanilla cream pie.

"You really... gasp.. need to let those sit out. and.. OH! ... warm up... OH MY GOD! I ... look at the pie! I owe you one mister! Give me that pie!"

Behind the door, the knocking stopped, and Professor Plum said, "I know what you're doing in there. You must stop immediately or there will be consequences."

"Dont stop immediately.. oh god don't stop!" Zelda said.

To Zelda, Nein says: "Oh, dont worry. I unplugged the fridge about half an hour ago." Then, with barely an interval in between, he picked up a second vanilla pie. "But I guess this will be cold in another sense." Then, with a deft motion, Nein unlocked the door, and plastered Professor Plum in the face. Then, closing and locking the door again and jumping onto the couch with Zelda, he plopped a vanilla cream pie in her face, too, laughing. The cream is everywhere. Zelda's head looked as if it were beneath a pillow.

She gasped, frozen, stunned. "I said, 'give me a pie!' Not... 'give me a pie in the face'!"

Nein scoffed. "Semantics."

"WOW! I'm PIED! Stark naked! And pied! again!!!" she said.

He muttered, "Hashtag, pied."

"Woof! pfoo! I lick my lips. Oh Ill get you for this," she said, menacingly.

"That's fair. I believe in reciprocity," he admitted, coy.

"Yes, reciprocity! My face is so pied, I cant open my eyes. Give-- no, HAND me the last pie so I can let you have it." Nein took out the final pie, and placed it on his desk, out of her reach.

"Oh!" she said. Hear noises, she cleared her eyes and nothing else. "I'm really creamed! And theres the pie. Gimme that pie! And not I did not say gimme that pie in the face!"

"Got it. Understood. 10-4," he replied. With that, he flipped the pie over onto her vagina. Again, with cream everywhere.

"AGH! OH.my.GOD," she said. "I'm so gonna pie your cock!"

By this point Nein is stark naked.

She gasped and lay back on the couch, both hands smearing cream all over her own body, until her hand reached her pied crotch, and she started to flick herself. "Come closer. Oh... you look good prof! And hard as a fucking rock!"

Nein bent over her, and she could hear him hovering near her waist, the heat of his skin near her. "Here I am. I guess youre wondering about reciprocity."

She took a handful of whipped cream from her thigh, and smiling from under a totally pied face and head, she smeared it all over his smooth, warm hard cock. "Oh reciprocity this!" she said, and started stroking his cock with the cream as a lube while she fingered herself. Nein tensed up, and relaxed next to her, groaning, heart rate increasing.

His cock felt amazing in her hand, and with every stroke she ran her thumb up and over his smooth round tip... up and over each time.

"Gruuh," he said. And she could feel the pleasure coursing through him. But with some reluctance he batted her hand away, insisting: "Reciprocity." With that, he took hold of the hand that had been flicking her clitoris. And then he ran my tongue over her enlarged clit instead, burying his face deep into your vagina, cream is getting everywhere.

"Oh my GOD!" she yelled. Her hand slipped out of his, and instead he gripped the couch with his fist. As he licked her clit, he massaged his own nipples. The licks start out as little kisses, but turn into direct dabs, mixed with circular massages from my tongue.

"Oh FUCK!" she said, gripping harder as her hips gyrated. "I'm going to fucking explode! I'm on the edge."

Nein briefly thinks about saying something witty, but by then has the courtesy to tell the smartass part of himself to shut up.

"Use your finger!" she begged, barely able to speak. At this point he was deep into the well between your thighs, and rose up, gasping for breath. He raised two fingers obediently: one on her clit, the other just inside the vagina, in a trigger/ come hither motion. As one finger flicked against her clit, and the other was inside, searching for the elusive G-spot.

He asked if that felt okay. In reply, she tensed up in seconds in a HUGE intense orgasm, and moaned loudly, and then almost scream as the orgasm is so intense she cant see, hear, just buckle into pleasure. Then, when she could finally move again, she was breathing heavily.

"I'll take that as a yes," he said. She threw her arms around his neck and hold onto him for a while.

"Whathefuck!" she said. "I cant move... hehehehe."

With that, Nein gave her smaller kisses. His dick had started to come all by itself without an intense release, but he knew there is a load waiting to burst out. So he rubbed the tip of the shaft against the exterior of her vagina, waiting to hear a signal. Zelda took more cream from her body and slathered it all over Nein's balls and penis,
his hard hard cock in her hands, and she stroked him expertly, teasing the tip with every stroke, and massaging the balls with my other hand. Grinning, she looked at him. "You are so going to cum!"

He grunted, and groaned, and laid back, raising and straightening his legs. And with each grunt, he pitched forward, gracelessly, each becoming louder and louder, ascending into crescendo. She followed his lead, stroking with his rhythm, teasing his tip with her thumb on every stroke, his perfect, smooth cock in her hands, beautiful to look at, especially whipped-cream-coated.

It doesn't take long for the come to stop dribbling, as the dam bursts... and the precum shot out of his vanilla penis, straight up her breasts and onto her neck, and he collapsed. The come would have been obviously visible, if it werent for the fact that both were saturated in cream.

"OH! You cum and cum and cum, all over me," she looked at him, her face a perfect expression of faux surprise, a mouth an O. He appeared to be comatose, panting regularly, in post-coital daze. "You came all over me! I say!" She couldn't hold character and laughed, pulling him down onto me, pressing her messy body up against his. They embraced, Nein still wall-eyed from orgasm, his dick still standing at attention.

"Oh WOW. This was fun! You look hot pied!" she said.

He grunted, and rolled off the couch, with his hand on her sticky belly, and laughed. "You still failed the course," he said.

"What!" she yelled, smacking him on his arm. "How many pies do I need to take in the face to pass?"

Just then, Nein realized his cell phone has been buzzing off the hook. On his computer monitor, which has been draped with cream, his emails were visible. Subject title, in bold print: You're fired.

"Oops. Sorry?" she said.

He groaned, and opened one text. It read: Your replacement is Professor Plum.

"Does this mean I pass? No, nevermind, forget I asked," she said.

He laughed, and threw the phone away, kissing her again.