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The class at Berlin University was filled up with 15 people coming from different countries. Everyone sitting naked at his desk, while their teacher was explaining for the last time the adjectives’ declination.
The air in the room was nice and warm, while outside blew the german winter. Still, some of the students were visibly shivering on their seats... it was test day. Some of them could not really get used to the odd fashion of such lessons. The Turkish guy kept throwing shy glances to the slim, vixen-like, Ucranian 19 girl sitting in front of him, while Greg, the english 21 boy from England, showed not little discomfort, crossing his legs under the desk, sweating and biting his pen while vanily attempting to listen to the teacher’s words. Next to him sat Anita, a nicely brown and lively mexican girl, whose ripe breasts touched the wooden surface of the desk. She occasionally looked mischievously at Greg, whose semi-erect cock was quite in sight between his trembling white legs. - Gut, wer will ein Beispiel mit diesen Adjektiven illustrieren? As a matter of fact, girls were much more relaxed than guys. That’s because the test was only aimed at male students, since girls had already been proofed the month before. We must add that the penalty for ignorance had been shortly explained at the beginning of the lesson, raising so much terror in one side of the class, cheering in the other. Eventually, the Chinese student from Pechin was sorted out. He brought his naked fatty figure to the blackboard, under the awaiting eyes of his classmates. - Ok, Chao-Min. Let’s pretend you are leaving for a holiday on the mountains. Was nimmst du mit? - I-ich ne-mee mein roten Puuu-lov’r... - Du nimmst dein...? - Oh nein, shuld’gen... meinE roten Puuu-lov’r. - Ops, Chao-Min. Schade. Wir haben diese Formen wieder und wiedergeholt. Und jetzt, was machen wir? The boy was now puzzled and feared. - Well, Margit, be gentle, go and ask the Sekretariat for the device... there must be one left. The naked Ungarian girl eagerly stood up and quickly went out. In the meantime, the Chinese boy realized what was in store for him and began politely pleading: - Nein, nein, biii-te. Nein biii-te. Ich lerne, biii-te eine andere Fraa-ge! His classmates found him amusing in his fat yellow misery, while shaking his head and lowering his eyes in begging. Margit was back a minute later, carrying a white box in her arms. She was panting and smiling, her lovely naked figure standing in full view before the teacher. - Here it is. The secretary says that the blade needs to be sharpened. - Thank you, my dear, I knew that. But what the hell, we can do it in two times, don’t we? She just smiled back to the teacher, then watched the shrivelled Chinese boy, and added, almost as speking to herself: - Warum nicht? Margit sat back, leaving Chao-Min alone with his fate. While the teacher extracted the cutting device from the box, everyone was staring in awe and curiosity. There it was, a mini-guillotine, so similar to the ones seen on history books. Jaqueline, the 22 French girl from Paris, couldn’t help giggling knowingly at the sight. - Chao-Min, you know what to do, right? Without speaking, he obediently inserted his little flaccid penis into the menacing hole of the machine. - Now, you can push the red button yourself. This will realease the blade. His trembling hand approached the dreaded button. Then he closed his eyes and pushed: T-CLACK! - Aaaahhh! Despite the secretary’s warning, the blade worked perfectly, severing the organ in one neat stroke. The boy was now clutching his groin desperately trying to stop the bleeding, with terror painted on his screaming face. The teacher promptly grabbed him by his hair and dragged him outside the class till the exit door, through which he literally threw him on the road, out in the snow. Then he came back to the class: - Gut, hoffen wir, dass er bald das Krankenhaus findet... oder dass jemand IHN findet! There was general laughter in the class, especially from the girls. While the boys grew seriously worried about their privates... - Well, let’s see who can be next... Yes, why not? Greg, would you please come out at the blackboard? The english boy was shocked. Still, he stood up absent-minded, and quickly came in front of the class. For some obscure reason, his athletic well-built body sported a full erection, for the delighted stares of the female part of the class. Still in such a predictment, he couldn’t help watching at the young naked female flesh in front of him... especially the Ucranian girl, who was now idly torching her blond trimmed pubic hair while enjoying the show. - Well, Mark, would you tell the class which adjective endings are to be used with definite articles in the plural forms? The boy was surely not in the right condition to provide an answer. He asked the teacher to repeat the question, then babbled incoherently, overwhelmed by tension and horniness. - Definite... er not... Indefinite plural endings? I mean... uh... er... with plural... I don’t know. - C’mon Greg, we just talked about it. - I don’t know, I don’t know... oh please, I feel so confused... - Well, Greg is not able to answer... who knows the right answer? The Italian girl, Marta, promptly stood up. Her body, which she sported without shame, was petite and delicious and fully declared her very young age. A light puff of brown hair covered her pink, fresh sex. - With the definite article, we always use the ending -en in the plural form. - Sehr gut, Marta. And tell me, what shall we do with Greg? What other question might we ask him? - Meiner Meinung nach, -, started the pretty naked girl smiling politely, - wenn jemand nicht atwortet, ist das wie eine falsche Antwort. - Genau, das finde ich auch. When someone doesn’t answer, it’s like a wrong answer. Greg looked bewildered at the young girl who had just spoke his death-sentence, while she eagerly sat back, her eyes transfixed on his fat, turgid shaft. - Well Greg, you heard that. Now be a man and take your punishment. Poor Greg stepped towards the evil-looking machine and inserted his absurdly still hard penis into it. Then took a final look at the class, closed his eyes and pushed the button. T-CLACK! Like the Chinese boy, he was thrown on the road without compliments, where he would meet his death by bloodloss, cold or, more likely, some merciful passer-by would escort him to the nearest hospital. The last boy to be chosen was Vincent, from Holland. He was a little confused too, as Jaqueline had kept jerking and fondling him under the desk during the previous two interrogations. The French girl had first grabbed his cock when she’d seen the guillotine emerging from the box, then she’d kept teasingly masturbate the poor guy while enjoying her unsucceful fellows’ performances. Now her white hand was soaked with precum, that she occasionally licked off tasting his horniness and fear. When the teacher named him, the girl tightened the grip around his flesh, while they both waited for the question. - Tell me Vincent, how would decline this: ein + rot + Auto? That was easy. Vincent was quite a proficient guy and knew the answer for sure. Still, given the dreadful price of unsuccess, it was surely wiser to think it twice before answering. Jaqueline whispered to him in the silence: - EinE rotE Auto. He briefly looked at her approvingly and repeated the answer loudly. - Oh, nein! Auto ist kein feminin! DAS Auto. Well, sounds like we have another failure. The evil French girl let go of his penis and smiled at him. She had sealed his fate. Still, Vincent wouldn’t comply: the bitch had betrayed him! - Hey wait! I knew the answer! She suggested me so! That’s not fair, I have the right to be given another chance! He was quite mad now. Jaqueline acted innocent and pure, while the teacher invited him to calm down. Vincent stated the he would never let them punish him.... Margit raised her hand: - Should I ask for the handcuff, Sir? - Well no, we are all adult, are we? Now, you and you, please escort Vincent here. He knows his responsibilities and won’t fight you. There he was. Anita and Margit gently holding the naked betrayed Dutch against the machine for his undeserved ordeal. T-CLACK! ... The Ucranian girl looked amused outside the window, where a naked screaming Vincent let his red way of misery on the snow. She was now openly playing with her young, blond pussy. She had to enjoy that: next week, test for the girls! THE END
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