15 - Holiday Preparations

The week after that was a short week, only three days long, as it was the last before the holiday break started and the semester ended. During the discussion on Monday with Elizabeth where Mr. Riggs had informed her what grade she would be receiving for her effort during her after school sessions, which wasn't a top grade but still quite high, especially considering how poorly she had been doing at the beginning of the semester, he learned that her mother would be out of town for several days prior to the traditional holiday celebrations, visiting distant relatives. Elizabeth and her mother had decided, between them, that Elizabeth would remain home to attend school and continue her afternoon lessons with her chemistry teacher, Mr. Riggs, which had been so successful in raising her grade for the class.

Upon hearing this new bit of information, Mr. Riggs knew that the time had come at last. He had put his final decisions on the matter off for the past several weeks, contenting himself with merely enjoy the afternoons with Elizabeth. He had even considered just passing the girl out of his class, waving good bye and wishing her well as she walked out of his classroom for the last time on Wednesday afternoon. He was still undecided on the matter, but thought that it would be wise to prepare for whatever eventuality might come to pass.

With this in mind, he instructed Elizabeth, at the end of their after school session on Monday, that she should eat nothing from then until Wednesday afternoon.

"And I mean absolutely nothing, Elizabeth. Please don't sneak a snack or two when your stomach starts to grumble at you." Mr. Riggs said, looking down at his nude, damp student seriously, who he had just finished washing but had not yet dried off.

"Uh, okay, Mr. Riggs." Elizabeth replied, easily. "But, why?"

"I've got a new idea that I'd like to try out, but you need to be completely clean on the inside for it to work. A few days without food intake should help greatly in that regard." Mr. Riggs answered. "Also, while you aren't to eat anything, I would like you to make an effort to drink extra water, to really flush your body of any unpleasant build ups. If you can, try to imbibe several gallons each day."

"Several gallons.. Wow." said Elizabeth, struck by his request. "I'll try, Mr. Riggs."

"That's all I ask, Elizabeth. I know that you will come through for me, because you always have." said Mr. Riggs, smiling down at her fondly and stroking her cheek.

Elizabeth smiled happily back up at him and leaned into his touch, then hugged her teacher briefly before dressing and departing.

Tuesday's session passed by without any fuss, with Elizabeth merely cooking, then being eaten, then being pleasured, as was now normal for her afternoons. Wednesday's session, however, was special, and Elizabeth seemed to pick up on this as preparations for her last, final time in the whole roasting oven commenced.

Mr. Riggs seemed to take more time than usual cleaning her skin, carefully washing and rewashing each part of her until her skin buzzed from the sensations of his rough bristled brush. He spent even more time rinsing out her insides, flushing her out far more thoroughly than he ever had before. Once he was satisfied with the state of both her bottom holes, he left to dispose of the small amount of unpleasantness that had actually washed out of her.

Elizabeth waited for Mr. Riggs to return, nude and wet, shivering a little from chill and anticipation. Mr. Riggs' extra care in cleaning her flesh had jump started her libido a bit earlier than usual for their sessions, and she spent most of the time waiting for her teacher to return stroking herself slowly, closing her eyes and biting her lip as she stoked the sensual fires building within her. Her need at the beginning of this afternoon's session felt greater than it had at the start of any of the previous sessions, and she resolved to herself to try and alleviate the situation.

Mr. Riggs returned from his task to find Elizabeth bent slightly over his workbench, facing the rear wall with her back arched and rump thrust out towards him, with each of her small hands grasping one of her now pert bottom cheeks, spreading them apart in a lewd display of wanton sensuality. She looked over her shoulder at her teacher, blushing furiously, then spoke to him while rolling her hips slightly, provocatively.

"Uh, Mr. Riggs? I know we usually wait until after, but I.. uh.. I was hoping.." Elizabeth said, a bit hesitantly, then bit her lip and looked hopefully back up at him.

"Well, how can I refuse an offer like that?" Mr. Riggs thought to himself, amused, as he advanced on her, undressing as he went, after he quickly washed his hands.

Elizabeth sighed with happy relief as her teacher finished disrobing and placed himself behind her, his already erect manhood bumping against her backside as he picked up the bottle of olive oil she had placed, with foresight, beside herself on the workbench.

Mr. Riggs simply opened up the bottle and drizzled it all over her bottom and lower back, watching with aroused fascination as the semi-viscous lubricant oozed down between his student's spread cheeks, coating her thoroughly. Once what he felt was a sufficient amount of the oil had reached where it needed to be, he pressed himself into her, his quiet grunt of appreciation mingling with her delighted exhalation at his penetration.

Elizabeth's bottom had, at first, needed to be gently persuaded to accept Mr. Riggs' member. Now, however, after more than two weeks of continuous usage, it had grown far more accommodating. Elizabeth rose to her toes as he slid into her, not out of pained reaction or desire to escape her bottom's fate, but simply in pleasured, conditioned response to his girth tugging at the sensitive bands of muscles and membranes that circled her rear opening.

They rocked together for a few minutes, she holding herself up with her hand and arms, pushing back against him, while he drove into her, still gently, but firmly and deeply, pulling her hips back towards his in time with each thrust. Elizabeth, at one point, reached for her filet and clitoris with once hand, only to groan in aroused need when Mr. Riggs stopped her motion before it could finish, grasping and trapping both her hands within his each of own upon the top of the workbench.

As he rode her, Mr. Riggs considered whether or not to allow Elizabeth to come to a climax. He thought that sending her on this final trip into his oven, still quivering and begging with unsatisfied need, would be highly amusing, and seriously considered doing it to her. One the other hand, he reflected, he had taken far more than his fair share of pleasure from her flesh, both sexually and gastronomically, and it seemed only right that she receive one last climax in return.

Coming to a decision, Mr. Riggs pulled Elizabeth back against him hard, straightening her up and pressing her back against his stomach and chest. He then reached across her chest and grasped her right breast within his left hand, while letting his right hand trail down across her flexing abdomen and come to rest atop her quivering sex. Elizabeth moaned in pleased relief as he began rolling the nipple of her right breast in his left fingers, while also running the fingers of his right hand up and down across her folds, teasing her clitoris just a little with each stroke.

The two of them spent another minute or so like that, with Mr. Riggs building Elizabeth up to a fevered pitch, before he casually flicked his thumb across her clitoris several times, allowing the orgasm that had been threatening for the past several minutes to finally come crashing down on her. She gasped and squirmed, writhing within his grasp and back against him, as pleasure flooded through her and drove out everything else. The fluttering contractions of the muscles lining Elizabeth's back passage sent Mr. Riggs over the top himself, and he buried himself into her bottom as far as he could as he came.

They stayed like that for several more minutes, him pressed deeply into her, with his nose and mouth resting in the hair at the top of her head, until the last flickers of the orgasm they had shared finally settled down into the warm embers of afterglow. Mr. Riggs recovered first, as he always did, and washed and redressed himself. Elizabeth seemed content to merely lay atop the workbench, a slightly goofy, but utterly satisfied smile plastered across her face, as she just breathed in and out, slowly and happily.

Elizabeth might have been happy to end their last session right there, but Mr. Riggs had other plans. He soon had her rewashed and re-flushed, cleaning the evidence of their lovemaking off and out of her. She was lain into her pan moments after that, still relaxed in boneless, limp contentment, as Mr. Riggs busied himself preparing her to roast. So apparently satisfied was Elizabeth that, after Mr. Riggs had bound her up in her usual thanksgiving turkey presentation, she hardly seemed to notice that he injected far more marinade into her breasts and filet than he usually did, and in a far larger area.

Elizabeth seemed to fail to notice her teacher's actions because, contrary to what she had imagined, he didn't use a single huge syringe to fill her flesh with the flavor enhancing fluids, but merely refilled his normal syringes many times to accomplish the task. He even pressed the sharp tip of one syringe into her clitoris, something he had never done before, and sank the thin steel of it deep into her tender bud, finally causing some discomforted squirmings from Elizabeth in reaction, to fill it with an inordinate amount of slightly stinging marinade.

Ignoring the feeble, quiet protests his roast made about the treatment of its clitoris, Mr. Riggs stood back to admire the effects his efforts had on Elizabeth's most appetizing portions. Her already generous breasts were swollen and engorged, larger than usual and obviously filled to the brim with marinade, perky nipples practically bursting and even now oozing slightly with the flavoring liquids from many tiny syringe holes. Elizabeth's filet appeared to be in similar straits, looking positively puffy with marinade, and her poor, swollen clit peeked cheekily out from beneath its hood, clearly far larger and more engorged than ever nature intended.

Satisfied with his progress so far, Mr. Riggs then proceeded to stuff Elizabeth's already abused filet, filling it with as much of the mix of bread, sausage, mushrooms, herbs, and spices as he possibly could. Once Elizabeth seemed to reach her groaning capacity, he briefly considered the needle and thread he had prepared, pondering whether or not to try to force more stuffing into her, before dismissing the idea. Elizabeth's filet was extremely attractive and appetizing, even puffed up and stuffed full as it now was, and Mr. Riggs felt that whatever crude stitching he could accomplish would only detract from the lovely presentation she already made.

Finished with flavoring and stuffing Elizabeth's breasts and filet, Mr. Riggs turned his attention to her sauce. He had chosen a variation on the lemon and honey sauce for her that had been, a bit ironically, one of the very first sauces he had tried out on the girl. He coated her thoroughly, more so than he ever had before, even going so far as to spread the sauce across her neck, face, forehead, and even ears. He was, however, careful to avoid her eyes while doing so.

Mr. Riggs once again stood back to look at his progress. Elizabeth looked perfectly scrumptious and absolutely ready to slide into the oven. She squirmed slightly against her bonds, still a bit uncomfortable at the amount of fluids he had injected into her flesh, and looked back up at him, a bit concerned. She had noticed how much more thoroughly and with how much more attention to detail her teacher had taken during his preparations of her, and appeared to be a bit worried about what they might mean.

Mr. Riggs smiled down at her, beaming with fond pride that seemed to reassure Elizabeth, and bent towards her. He did then something he had never done to her before, something that startled and surprised Elizabeth, making her jolt slightly within her bonds.

Mr. Riggs kissed Elizabeth, deeply, on the mouth.

Elizabeth moaned into her teacher's mouth as he pressed it against her own. She longed to reach up and cradle his head to hers, to prolong and deepen the kiss, but restrained as she was, could only squirm happily upon her tray. The kiss held for one moment, then several, and Elizabeth felt like she was in far more intimate contact with Mr. Riggs than she ever had been before, even considering the times they had made love; such as after she cooked for him every afternoon, or even just minutes earlier that day.

The kiss ended, as each one eventually must, and Elizabeth exhaled shakily in response afterwards, still locked into eye contact with her teacher.

"Elizabeth, I want to thank you. For this. For everything we've accomplished together." said Mr. Riggs, voice thick with emotion.

"You look absolutely, completely delicious." he finished, looking down at her once again with pride, licking his lips clean of the sauce smeared on them from her own.

Before Elizabeth could pull herself together enough to respond, Mr. Riggs ran his basting brush over her tingling lips one last time, re-covering them in sauce and preventing her from speaking, then slid her into his pre-warmed oven.