Pupil - 1

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I deliberately avoided Carla’s eyes during the seminar, and was cold and formal when I had to speak to her. The poor girl didn’t know what to think. She had dressed as I had ordered, in a thin sleeveless and extremely short and tight skirt, which was indecent unless she kept her legs crossed – especially since, if she had obeyed me, she would be naked underneath it. Just like the slut she really was.

I wore my usual navy jacket and skirt – mid-thigh, so that it only just covered the elastic tops of my stockings. As often, I too had omitted to wear panties – just as well, for my pussy was still tender from the previous night’s exertions with two members of the rugby club.

I could see Carla getting more and more upset at my ignoring her. At the end of the seminar, I told her to wait behind, and saw a flash of relief in her eyes. When the rest of the students had filed out, I told her to lock the office door. I perched my buttocks on the edge of the desk and spread my legs, resting my 4-inch heels on the floor.

‘OK, Carla, you know what I said,’ I ordered.

In a flash the teenager knelt between my legs and slid the hem of my skirt up, moaning as the tops of my thighs and then my bare pussy were revealed. She could see that my labia were fat and shining with juice. She gently slid a couple of fingers between my lips and then wormed the rest of her hand up into my cavity, already filled with thick silky juice. I spread my thighs further and relaxed to let her hand, shaped into a spear as she had been taught, push its way deeper into my tunnel.

I let my weight resist the upward force of her arm, and suddenly she was in and my vaginal muscles were gripping her around her slim wrist. I felt her curl her hand into a fist and stir it around inside me, rubbing her knuckles against my G-spot. I smiled at the expression of utter joy and adoration on her young face as she watched her arm disappearing into my bare pussy.

Carla had become an expert fister very quickly. I leaned back on my elbows and let my head fall back as the fierce sensations rippling out from my insides started to consume me. She brought me to the brink of orgasm and then kept me there for endless minutes, my vagina quivering around her fist, my muscles clutching at her wrist. I could not help giving voice to my bliss. I could feel the juice trickling down my thighs and soaking into the tops of my stockings.

Eventually Carla redoubled her pumping and I felt the climax starting to explode inside me. A scalding flood of liquid burst from me as I screamed softly and spasmed around her knobbly fist. I heard the hiss and splash as my juices squirted into her waiting face, again and again ...

I struggled up and looked at her through misty eyes, my vagina still trembling around her hand. Carla’s face was dripping with my sex-juices and her top was soaked, revealing her hard nipples. I looked at her arm, still buried deep inside me, also running with wetness. Her mouth was open and her eyes shone with lust.

‘More?’ she whispered.

I shook my head, and carefully she eased her hand out of me, leaving my vagina feeling huge and empty. I lifted her to her feet and knelt in front of her, indicating that she should raise her skirt. The slut pulled her tight miniskirt up to her hips with alacrity, revealing her juvenile pubes, newly-shaven as I had instructed. I indicated that she should pull her labia wide apart, and Carla planted her feet apart and tilted her hips and happily exposed her inner pinkness to me. I bent forward and kissed her little clitoris, and she shuddered. I could tell she was close to orgasm already.

I licked the proud nub and she rested her hands on the top of my head for support as the ecstasy washed though her. I sucked and nibbled her clit to give her the quick release she craved, and also because I had another class soon. Within a few minutes Carla was crying and gasping and shaking as her climax throbbed through her body, radiating outwards from her clit held firmly between my lips.

When she was on the point of toppling over I released her, noting the juice that had trickled down the insides of her long thighs. I stood up and pulled the skirt down so she was decent again – apart from her wet face and chest. I swallowed the girlish fluid that was in my mouth.

‘Now, run along to your next class, Carla. I’ll e-mail you with further instructions soon.’

As she left and shut the door I slumped on the chair and cupped my now even more tender pussy, feeling the swollen labia slick with juice. Already I wanted more ...

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  last modified 2 March 2005 Pupil - 2

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I had sent Carla her instructions and asked her to come to my office at 2 pm. She turned up bang on time, wearing a very tight top that proved to the world that her breasts did not need a bra, and a short denim skirt that highlighted her long bare legs. She locked the door behind her without being told. I could see from her hard nipples and full lips that she was already very aroused.

I, of course, was wearing my usual costume of dark suit and sheer stockings with 4-inch heels.

‘Did you bring the objects?’ I asked. The girl nodded, and delved into her shoulder bag. She produced a couple of brightly coloured candles that she had moulded into personalised shapes – one was long, fat and slightly curved, the other was smaller but sculpted into a series of bulges. I could see from the smooth finish that they had been well used already.

I smiled to myself. ‘OK, get on the desk. Kneel. Spread your legs.’

The girl obeyed eagerly, going on all fours and planting her knees wide apart. The hem of the skirt swung enticingly a few millimetres below her crotch. I sat behind her and pushed the skirt slowly up over her hips. Her delicious pussy and arse were revealed to me in all their naked glory, and a waft of sexual musk hit me in the face. Her labia were pink and engorged, slightly parted to reveal the glistening membranes within; her anus, pink and puckered and already lubed, dilated slightly with anticipation.

‘Hold yourself open, slut,’ I ordered. ‘Wider.’  

Carla laid her head on the desk and reached back and with splayed fingers pulled her buttocks and outer labia even further apart, lewdly opening her twin holes to my gaze. It was all I could do not to bury my face in her crotch.

‘Have you been stretching yourself like I instructed?’

‘Yes, mistress,’ was the muffled reply.

‘Well, let’s test you.’

I took the smaller candle – or home-made dildo, rather – and pressed its end against her anus. The first bulge slipped into her with an ease that surprised even me, and as I pressed harder it was followed by a second, larger bulge. The young girl moaned softly with pleasure.

‘Have you been loosening yourself up for me?’ I asked.

‘Yes, mistress. I penetrated myself twice this morning. I kept them in for ages so that my holes would get used to being stretched.’

‘You’re a good girl,’ I said as I pushed a third bulge into her back passage. ‘I have great plans for you. Now, time to open up that pussy.’

I took the other candle and rubbed its rounded head up and down her gaping slit, getting it thoroughly wet. The teenager was almost dripping juice in her excitement. She gave a little whimpering noise and pushed back at me, so I gripped the candle firmly and thrust it into her orifice. Carla moaned and bucked her hips as the dildo invaded her young vagina. It slid in most of the way, but with a fair bit of resistance – maybe she wasn’t as stretched as she had said. Never mind, that would change. 

I now had her impaled in both holes, and could set to work. I got a good grip on the handmade dildos and began to pump them in and out with a steady rhythm. Her anal sphincter bulged and contracted as the lumps on the candle were pushed and pulled through it – five in all, the last bigger than I would have expected her to take. She was still holding herself wide apart with her fingers, her face and breasts crushed against the desk-top.

The curved dildo slid in and out of her pussy with a loud slurping noise, her inner labia stretching and flapping around its girth. Drops of juice fell onto the polished surface of my desk. I angled the object so that it rubbed against her G-spot, making her moan and grunt with bliss. Faster and faster I pumped, pummelling her innards from two directions, stirring the dildos around inside her.

Then I pulled them both out, and the girl yelped as her holes tried to clutch on nothingness. Her pussy and arsehole gaped darkly before my eyes. Hungrily I leaned forward and plunged my tongue deep into her wide-open anus, circling it around the ridged walls of her passage, closing my eyes in ecstasy. Carla moaned as she felt the tip of my tongue massaging her insides, and nipped the base with little quivers of her sphincter.

I withdrew and gave the same treatment to her still-gaping pussy, relishing the thick tangy juices that welled from deep within her. I sucked her inner labia into my mouth and chewed them gently. The girl’s ragged cries expressed her wanton delight.

Quickly I replaced my tongue with the two dildos, plunging them deep into her, displacing the air with loud wet farting sounds. Juice spurted out around the candle in her pussy. 

My own pussy was demanding attention urgently, so I decided to bring Carla to her much-desired climax. I pumped the dildos deeper and faster, concentrating on her G-spot, and the teenager yelped and bucked and came with great throbbing cries. Her spasming anus clutched at the bulges that popped in and out of her passage. Juice trickled down the taut sinews of her inner thighs. 

Suddenly I pulled the anal dildo out and forced it into her pussy beside its partner. The girl yelped as her young pussy was stretched wider than it had even been. Her labia distended into thin taut lines. I gripped both dildos in one hand and stuck three fingers of the other into her gaping anus, and then commenced to thrust again. Carla was screaming softly as her orgasm continued relentlessly. Her body shook as her internal muscles clamped down hard on the objects invading her holes. The whole desk rocked.

I let her climax run its course and left the objects in her while she quivered and trembled and sobbed. Her fingers had left red welts on her buttocks. I pulled her off the desk and forced her to her knees, perching on the edge of the desk in front of her. One side of her face was red from the pressure.

‘Lick me off, slut! I’m bursting with juice.’

With trembling hands she pushed my tight skirt up onto my hips, revealing dark stocking tops and creamy thighs above, and then my smooth-shaven mound and swollen pussy lips. Her soft fingertips parted my wet labia and I lifted my thighs to expose my hungry opening. The young girl moaned and buried her face in my crotch, lashing the walls of my tunnel with her tongue. Soon she sought out my hard, urgent clitoris and fastened her mouth over it, flicking its nub firmly. She sensed that this was not the time for a slow drawn-out crescendo – she knew I wanted to come, hard and fast. I felt her teeth graze my clit, and I twined my fingers in her hair and pulled her head into me, grinding my pussy against her face. Quickly, hotly, loudly, I went over the top and exploded, fiery juice squirting from me and drenching her face. The slut didn’t flinch but continued to lash my clit as the juice filled her mouth and nose, spinning out my throbbing climax as long as she could.

Finally I released her head and she spluttered and gasped, her face red and dripping. Her mouth was open, her lips swollen, her hair matted. We looked at each other and grinned tiredly.

‘You can take the dildos out now, slut,’ I said when my breathing had returned to normal. ‘Don’t look so sad – I’m sure you’ll try it again as soon as you get home. But I’ve got a present for you. Something for you to wear.’

‘Where is it?’ she whispered, looking around.

‘Where all the best things are, of course – in my pussy.’

Carla’s jaw fell open. 

‘Well, get it out then.’

The girl eagerly slid a slim finger into my still throbbing and leaking vagina. She felt something and managed to hook it and started to pull. I almost came again at the feel of the wadded fabric sliding out of my passage. She held it up and untangled the object – a delicate cotton thong, its pink colour dark with my juices. She pressed it against her face and closed her eyes in bliss.

‘It’s been inside me since I got up this morning,’ I said. ‘All through my lectures. Now you know why I was so horny. Well, put it on then.’

Carla scrambled to her feet, the skirt still bunched around her waist, leaving the dildos on the floor. She stepped into the thong and pulled it up gently, easing her tender crotch into the sodden material. The wet cotton was almost transparent, revealing her own bare slit.

‘Feel good?’ I asked.

‘I’ll wear it all day and night,’ she said. ‘I’m never going to wash it.’

‘Hmm, it might start to smell after a while,’ I observed. ‘But that’s up to you. However, I expect you to be naked under your skirt for our next meeting, or you’ll be punished. And you know what that means.’ 

I saw her eyes flash with excitement. 

‘Or rather, you don’t know what that means. Do you want to find out?’

 Pupil - 3

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I called Carla to my rooms at 3 pm, and she turned up dead on time, as usual, looking excited and eager. I think she was surprised not to find me in my usual ‘uniform’ – instead I just wore a loose sleeveless dress with no stockings or jewellery. There was a reason for this, as I had only just had time to put it on.

I kissed the girl tenderly on her soft lips, running my hands gently over her trembling body, up under her loose T shirt and minuscule skirt. As ever when visiting me, she wore no underwear. Her nipples were hard and proud and her slit was moist with juice. I stroked her clit with a finger and she shivered with delight.

‘Are you ready to lick my puss and my arse, Carla?’ I asked.

‘Oh yes, please!’ the teenager said. ‘I want to taste your sex juice and stick my tongue right inside your holes!’

‘I hope you’re feeling thirsty then.’

‘Oh yes, I want to drink all your juice, please!’

‘Undress me then,’ I ordered.

With trembling fingers Carla unzipped the back of my dress and eased it off me, giving a little gasp as my naked body was immediately revealed. It was obvious from my very red and hard nipples, and the swollen puffiness of my shaven pubes, that I was extremely aroused. The girl knelt in front of me.

‘There’s one thing I ought to tell you, Carla. I’ve just been fucked by a couple of young men. In fact, we’ve only just finished. They had me front and back simultaneously. One fucked my arsehole and the other fucked my pussy. They both came buckets. I could feel it all spurting into me. So now I’m full of spunk, both holes. And I haven’t come yet either. Do you think you can clean me up?’

Carla looked up at me in shock. I could tell she didn’t know whether to believe me, but then the scent of fresh sperm and hot pussy juice hit her and she gulped.

‘Have you ever tasted spunk before, Carla?’

She shook her head.

‘Never sucked a boy off? Never had him come in your mouth?’

‘No ... I never really fancied a boy that much ...’

‘You’ll have to do it sooner or later. If you want to be a real slut. You do want to be a proper slut, don’t you?’

She nodded, vigorously.

‘Well then ...’ I planted my feet apart and canted my hips towards her. Tentatively she leaned forward and started to lick my pubic mound, gradually working lower until her tongue was slipping into the top of my slit and tickling my clit. I touched her head and guided her downwards so that my wet swollen labia slid over her mouth. Her tongue teased my inner lips and probed my tunnel, nervous of what it might find there. I held her in position and relaxed my muscles, releasing a warm thick flood of semen, mixed with my own juices, into her mouth.

Carla coughed and spluttered, but was unable to back off. I pushed out more of the accumulated mixture, hearing her swallow and choke. A few last trickles of cum oozed out over her lips. I tilted my hips to wipe my wet pussy across her face.

Still holding the young girl’s head, I knelt and looked into her eyes. Carla was in shock, her eyes wide, her face smeared with globules of whiteness. I licked it off her cheeks and nose and chin and covered her lips with mine, pushing the sticky mass into her mouth.

‘There, swallow it all down like a good slut. That wasn’t too bad, was it?’

She just stared at me. I reached down between her thighs and ran my fingers along her slit. As I suspected, she was dripping with wetness; her sex juice was trickling down her thighs. I kissed her deeply, re-tasting the cum in her mouth, and frigged her solid little clit gently. Within a minute or two she had climaxed, gasping into my mouth.

I released her and sat back, grinning. ‘I’ve got another load still in my arse,’ I said. ‘A good slut would offer to clean that up too.’

Carla gulped. ‘Can I ... clean up your arse, please?’

‘Why do you want to?’

‘I want to ... taste the cum in your arse. I want you to squirt it out into my mouth. Then I want to clean out your arse with my tongue. Please!’

I smiled and stood up, turning round and presenting my buttocks to her, pulling them apart with my hands. My well-used anus beckoned her. I felt the girl’s hot breath on my membranes and then her tongue licking my sphincter. She probed deeper, her lips forming a seal, and with a sigh of relief (for it had been quite an effort to keep everything contained) I relaxed and let a big flood of semen gush into her waiting mouth. This time the obedient girl didn’t cough or choke. I heard her swallow loudly. I let my anus dilate and felt the rest of the cum trickling out; there seemed to be a lot of it!

Carla gulped it down and then eagerly speared my innards with her tongue, licking the walls of my anal passage, trying to scoop up any vestiges of semen that remained. Really she had a very long tongue, I thought gratefully.

When she had got me clean and sparkling, I turned round, lifted her to her feet, and kissed her spunk-tasting mouth.

‘I need to cum now, Carla. You know what to do.’

I sat on the edge of the sofa and leaned back, my legs pointing to the corners of the ceiling, my pink engorged pussy gaping for her. The teenager knelt hurriedly between my thighs and applied her mouth to the wet orifice, worrying my clit between her lips. She sensed that I needed to come quickly so didn’t hold back. Her hand pushed between my labia and forced its way up my recently well-fucked passage, breaking through the muscle ring into the hot slickness of my vagina. Almost as soon as she had formed a fist and started to massage my G-spot, I could feel the first stirrings of orgasm, like the rumblings of a volcano.

Carla chewed my clit and fisted me vigorously and I cried out in ecstasy and climaxed. The familiar scalding rush of juice burst from my urethra and splashed over her face. She let my powerful orgasm run its course while I covered her in more eruptions of sexual fluids, then sat back, her face dripping, gently withdrawing her hand, smiling with happiness at the pleasure she had given me. The front of her T shirt was soaked, her nipples showing through the almost transparent material.

‘Your turn now, I think,’ I said, and the girl swapped places with me, eagerly spreading her thighs to expose her swollen wet pussy lips. I used my tongue, thumb and several fingers to penetrate her juice-slick holes, fucking her taut young muscles quite roughly while flicking her hard tender clit. Carla hooked her arms around the back of her knees and strained to open the centre of her body as far as she could, willing me to invade her girlish orifices.

Before long she had achieved another shuddering climax, her juice running down my wrist, her sphincter clamping around my fingers, crying out in animal moans and shrieks.

As soon as she began to ebb I stood up. ‘Time to go, slut. I have another appointment.’

The girl stood up shakily, her eyes unfocussed. I slipped my dress back on and showed her to the door. She tottered off down the corridor, the back of her skirt now also transparent where her juices had soaked into it. I wondered if she knew just how obscenely sluttish she looked – or if she would care.Pupil - 4

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I decided it was time I invited Carla to one of my monthly gang-bangs. I had a stable of half-a-dozen young studs who came round to fuck the living daylights out of me, consecutively or concurrently, on the last Friday of each month. It had been going for a while now and had even become semi-public knowledge around the college. I didn’t mind – either people thought it was unbelievable, or they secretly envied me. When quizzed, I just smiled quietly.

I didn’t tell Carla what she was in for, though – I didn’t want her to shy off at the idea. And what I had in store for her wasn’t what she would expect anyway.

She looked a bit non-plussed when she turned up at my flat and found me fully dressed in a rather demure gauzy muslin dress. The teenager had stretched the minimum of clothing around her body and looked like every man’s – and woman’s – erotic fantasy. I kissed her briefly and told her to undress and lie on the leather-covered divan in the middle of the room. She peeled off her skirt and top with alacrity and flaunted her pale nakedness at me. I pointed to the couch.

‘On your back. I’m going to strap you down. Don’t argue.’

I used two long leather belts, one across her shoulders and the other around her waist, buckled underneath, to hold her in position. She could move her arms and legs but was otherwise helpless. She grinned at me, obviously expecting me to kneel between her thighs and start some serious clit-licking – or maybe squat over her face and massage my pussy with her nose.

I did neither. I just busied myself with tidying and arranging a series of dildos in order of size, on the floor by her feet, out of her sight. The obedient girl caught my mood and remained silent, although she did start to tease her own nipples gently.

The door opened and my six studs filed into the room. Carla, twisting her head to see, gave a little cry of surprise. I had forewarned them that I was training a slut so they just looked her naked body up and down and made admiring noises. Carla began to writhe and I could tell she feared she was about to be brutally penetrated by six remorseless cocks.

The blokes quickly stripped off their clothes, revealing six solid, potent erections. Carla began to whimper at the thought of her imminent ravishing. Instead the lads grabbed my dress and, laughing, began to tear it off me. I had washed it in bleach beforehand to make the fabric weaker. Underneath I was wearing flimsy bra and panties which they also ripped off, their hands stroking and kneading my bare flesh. I felt a sudden hot rush of juice in my already moist pussy.

I climbed onto the divan, on all fours above Carla, my crotch carefully positioned above her face. I felt my pussy lips open like the petals of a flower. The first guy stood behind me and fed his cock into my hot tunnel in one smooth stroke, hitting my cervix with a thump. My labia curled around his shaft, about a foot above Carla’s hypnotized gaze.

As he pumped in and out of me (the other boys fondling my breasts and buttocks and thighs and shoulders), I reached down and got the smallest dildo, pushed the girl’s legs apart and fed the smooth cylinder into her swollen pink pussy. She gasped in surprise. I bent my neck and started to lick her protruding clitoris, my head rocking back and forth with the violence of my fucking. I didn’t want her to come, just to get to that plateau phase where anything would seem erotic.

The guy behind me must have been saving himself all week, for he didn’t last long – and my pussy can squeeze very tight when I want it too. He groaned and held my hips and shot his considerable load into me. 

He pulled out leaving my pussy gaping above the young girl’s face. I tilted my hips and felt the trickle of semen emerging. Carla moaned as the long strings and globules of spunk fell directly onto her nose and mouth.

‘Open wide, slut,’ I said, and heard her gulping.

I removed the dildo and replaced it with the next size up. I licked the first one, relishing the taste of her young juices, and slid it into her anus. Carla gave a yelp, and at the same time stud number two positioned himself behind me and fed his cock into my wet vagina. It’s just as well my men have been trained to enjoy sloppy seconds, and thirds, and fourths, because there was still quite a lot of sperm left in me and some of it spurted out around his cock and dripped onto Carla.

I was now somewhat looser and he didn’t come quickly. After a while I told him to fuck my arse, so he pulled out, wiping his cock briefly on my young slut’s cheek, and poised its tip against my anus. I had previously filled my rear passage with a dose of lube, and as he pushed into me it squelched out with a loud farting noise. I heard Carla spluttering.

He got into his stride and shagged me noisily. An orgasm was hovering so I told Carla to rub my clit. I felt her trembling fingers on me and it wasn’t long before the climax exploded inside me. I didn’t hold back – not that I ever can. The familiar scalding rush overwhelmed me and I felt my orgasm-juice squirting out forcefully, splashing onto the teenager’s face and chest. My convulsive spasms around his cock were too much for the guy, and with a mighty groan he released his pent-up load deep in my bowels.

When I could think straight again I bent to chew on Carla’s firm little clit, and as she moaned like an animal the bloke pulled out of my anus and a flood of spunk and lube cascaded down over the girl’s face. Again I heard her spluttering and swallowing frantically.

This was going well. I replaced the dildos in her, moving the larger into her arse and pushing a even bigger one into her puss. This way she would be opened up gradually without realising it.

Stud number three began his work. Another solid fat cock pounding in my welcoming pussy, exercising my internal muscles, rubbing my G-spot until I was on the brink of climax again. I felt his cock swell as he was about to cum; suddenly he pulled out and slid it into my still-open anus, keeping my sphincter clenched around his shaft just below the cock-head. I felt him pulse, stretching my arsehole rhythmically as he shot gout after gout of spunk into me. I could feel juices dripping out of my vagina, and then he left me gaping and another white flood gushed out of me into Carla’s open mouth – for I was working the dildos in her and she was finding it hard to draw breath.

While I recovered, dripping from both holes, I moved up to the next level of dildo. The teenager by now was quite well dilated, and I wondered how far I could go with her. Another erection filled my pussy, and I smiled and told her to rub my clit again and make me squirt.

The obedient slut did so, and I spent a blissful five minutes rising up the slope towards total orgasm heaven until I crested and exploded and gushed hotly over her again. My squeezing muscles tipped the guy over the edge too, and he filled my vagina with another load of warm sticky semen, which in due course was allowed to ooze out in a white mass and slump into Carla’s face.

As she coughed and digested the thick fluid, I replaced the dildos once again. I only had a couple left now, for I had not prepared my really big ones. I began to wonder whether I had been unduly pessimistic.

For the fifth and sixth guys, I took them both at once. One fucked me hard and deep while the other stood by my head and fed his cock into my mouth. As the guy behind me pushed, the other cock slipped in and out of my throat. We got into quite a rhythm, hardly breaking stride when number six decided to plumb my arsehole instead. My gaping pussy dripped the remainder of its contents onto Carla’s face.

With superb timing, they both managed to come together. My arse and mouth were filled almost to overflowing with warm salty-silky sperm. Normally I would swallow, but not this time. I kept the flood sealed tight while my anus milked the last drops from its resident cock, and then with a heave of my muscles I squirted a white flood out into the young girl’s face.

Limbs aching, I clambered off and looked down at my slut. Her head was soaked, her hair was matted and white streaks and globules of cum adorned her face. Her eyes were wild with shock and animal lust. I put my mouth close to hers. She thought I was going to give her a passionate kiss and opened her full wet lips, but instead I drooled my reservoir of semen into her waiting mouth, then covered it with my own until she swallowed convulsively.

‘My poor little slut,’ I said, kissing her wet cheeks tenderly. ‘You are a mess, aren’t you. Let me clean you up.’

I licked up the semen that daubed her face, tasting my own cum-juice mixed with it, and when I had a mouthful transferred it to her. Her strong tongue probed inside my mouth, hunting out morsels, and suddenly I wanted to feel her inside me. I squatted over her and lowered my slippery, fluid-streaked crotch onto her face, holding her eyes with mine as her outstretched tongue speared my pussy.

She licked me frantically, trying to get as far as she could inside my vagina and arsehole, sucking out all the various fluids that still clung there. Eventually she concentrated on my clit and I came unexpectedly quickly and powerfully, sluicing her face with my ejaculation.

‘The boys are hard again, slut,’ I said. ‘Shall we do it all over again?’

Carla nodded silently.

So we did it all over again. Of course they didn’t produce nearly so much semen as the first time, but they could last longer, so Carla got an hour or more close-up view of my pussy and arse being powerfully fucked by a variety of cocks. My vagina dripped juice continuously, every so often augmented by a orgasmic squirt or a trickle of thick spunk oozing from my gaping holes.

By now I had got the two biggest dildos inside her without too much effort. The poor girl’s clitoris was standing up like a little thumb, desperate for release. I wondered how long it would be before I took pity on her. A while yet ... a slut must learn to wait for her pleasure.

Eventually I had drained every last drop of semen from the twelve testicles at my disposal, and none of them could raise more than a semi-erection, even when I got Carla to clean their cocks with her mouth and tongue, licking off the spunk and female juice that coated their shafts. I wondered what would happen if I gave them free access to the teenager’s tight young orifices – no doubt they would have magically risen to the occasion. It would have been fun to see ... but instead I permitted her to masturbate while we all watched.

The slut set to with a will, rubbing her clit and tightly-stretched labia with the fingers of both hands. In about ten seconds flat she had achieved a loud, shameless orgasm, writhing and humping against her straps, and then continued without a break for the next quarter of an hour, driving herself to one climax after another, each one more abandoned and agonising than the last.

Eventually I worried that she would be too sore, so I gently took her hands away from herself. Her clit was red and bruised. Her naked labia still quivered around the dildos that were buried deep in her. I compared their girth with my wrist. Not long now, I thought.

The six boys dressed and let themselves out at my suggestion, so that I could be alone with my girl, who had indeed excelled herself in her sluttish development. I undid the straps and helped her to sit up, awkwardly, the dildos still filling her holes. I hugged her hot body.

‘I’m proud of you,’ I said. ‘You have the makings of a true slut.’

There were tears in her eyes. ‘Did I do all right? I didn’t show you up?’

I kissed her gently. 

‘Tell me ... what can I do next? I want to be the filthiest slut ever ...’ The look of sheer worship in her eyes suddenly filled me with a dangerous lust.

‘Well, now you mention it ...’ I pushed her back on the divan and knelt over her face. ‘I’m dying for a enormous pee.’Pupil - 5

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I decided it was time to introduce my slut Clara to some of my friends. Monique would do for starters – she was a tall strong woman who liked sex of all varieties. I didn’t actually fancy her myself but we had had some amazing escapades together.

I prepared Carla carefully. I shaved her pussy and arse thoroughly, then gave her a deep enema to get her bowel clean and empty. A hot bath with scented oil, then some light make-up, a big dose of lube in her arse and a butt-plug to keep it in. Finally I dressed her in 6-inch heels, which she could barely stand upright in, a skirt that ended two inches above than her crotch, and a sleeveless short top that had holes for her breasts to stick through. She looked like what she was, a utter slut. The poor girl was desperate for me to have sex with her, and normally of course I would have obliged, but I wanted her to be too horny to think straight. I forbade her to touch herself, and could actually see her pussy leaking juice down her thighs.

Finally I got her to lift my dress and lick me to a quick hard orgasm, which left her face and chest dripping with my fluids. We got in the car and drove to Monique’s house, something of a small mansion in its large and secluded garden. I don’t know where she gets the money – actually I do but the police don’t.

Carla looked around anxiously as she got out of the car and tottered up the path, but sadly no-one was around to see her exposing herself. It took a long time for the door to be opened, but finally we were greeted by Tia, Monique’s ‘au pair’ – actually her current sex toy. Tia is tiny – under 5 foot – slim and dark, achingly beautiful. She was naked, as usual. Her flawless chocolate skin, small high breasts and elfin face gave no clue as to her age – I didn’t know if she was 13 or 33.

I kissed her on her warm soft lips.

‘Hi Tia, how are you? This is my new slut, Carla.’

Tia gently pulled Carla’s head down to her level and gave her a slow, wet, passionate kiss.

‘Mmm, she tastes of you,’ she chuckled. ‘Do come in.’

We followed her small pert buttocks into the vast lounge, liberally strewn with soft sofas, cushions and thick rugs.

‘Where’s Monique?’ I asked, holding Carla by the hand to stop her falling over. The teenager looked to be in shock from the overwhelming sexuality of Tia’s kiss – I realised that it was probably the first time she had kissed another woman apart from me.

‘She’s fucking Henry upstairs,’ Tia said casually. ‘I was helping. Do you want to join them?’

‘Who’s Henry?’

‘Oh, Henry’s the latest stud. He’s big and his cock’s huge. And he cums buckets.’ She giggled.

‘Sounds good to me. Why don’t you look after Carla while I go and say hello?’

I wandered off to the stairs and heard Tia say, ‘You look hot in all those clothes, Carla – shall I take them off for you?’ I smiled to myself.

I followed the rhythmical thumping and grunting and located my friend and her new lover in a bedroom. She was on all fours on the bed and Henry, his naked muscular body shining with perspiration, was plunging into her from behind. His cock, long and glistening, was indeed quite large. I crouched by Monique’s head and got her attention. She threw an arm around me and gave me an untidy wet kiss, her head constantly pushed out of position by the ramrod pounding into her.

‘Gina! Oh god, I can’t stop coming! He never goes soft ...’

She went cross-eyed as Henry gripped her hips and forced himself up to the hilt in her, groaning loudly as his orgasm burst forth deep inside her. Monique shuddered in a sympathetic climax. They stayed locked together as their pulses ebbed.

‘Oh fuck, Gina, that was a good one. He’s still hard, you know. He’ll rip me to bits.’ Knowing Monique, I thought that was unlikely. ‘Do you want a go?’

‘OK. But let’s go downstairs. I brought my new slut with me. She can clean you up.’ Henry pulled out, his dark cock rigid and pointing at the ceiling. Monique climbed off the bed and staggered bow-legged to the door. The smell of fresh sperm was overpowering.

We entered the lounge and discovered Carla and Tia entwined on a sofa. Carla’s pale body, naked except for her heels, contrasted excitingly with the smaller girl’s dark skin. My slut’s legs were pointing at the corners of the room, her head thrown back and her eyes closed, while Tia’s slender fingers worked her pussy expertly. As we watched, Carla’s whole body convulsed in a long, aching orgasm, obviously not the first of the evening. Tia kissed her face and neck tenderly while the girl throbbed in her arms.

I turned my slut’s head to face me. Her eyes were unfocussed and cloudy with sex.

‘I want you to meet Monique,’ I said. ‘And Henry. He’s just filled her cunt with sperm and they both need cleaning up. Come on, you’ve a job to do.’

Obediently the teenager hauled herself away from Tia’s embrace and knelt in front of Monique, applying her mouth to the woman’s shaven, florid pussy. My friend tilted her hips and let the contents of her vagina flow out into Carla’s waiting mouth. I saw her throat muscles working as she swallowed it all down, then licked the fat labia and surrounding areas until they were clean – but not of course dry. Then she turned and sucked the flecks of cum off Henry’s rigid shaft, taking at least half of it into her mouth. I was proud of her.

‘Mmm, she’s good, isn’t she?’ Monique observed. ‘She can lick out my ass too, it’s still leaking from earlier on.’ The woman bent to touch her toes and Carla eagerly pulled her buttocks apart and speared her tongue into Monique’s big dark anus, making her yelp with delight. Tia, kneeling on the floor, leaned against me and slid her warm hand up my thigh, seeking out my bare crotch under the dress. I realised that I was the only person in the room with any clothes on. I felt her thumb penetrate my anus and her fingers slide into my pussy. With her other hand the girl explored Carla’s crotch, playing with the butt plug and dabbling her fingers in the teenager’s sopping wet and gaping pussy.

‘Does she take fists?’ Tia asked.

‘Not yet. But this might be a good opportunity.’ At that, I saw Carla’s body shudder in another orgasm. ‘What do you think? Will you fit in there?’

Tia explored Carla’s entrance deeper. ‘Maybe. She’ll be tight. Even better!’

The black girl’s fingers were driving me over the edge. ‘I want Henry to fuck me,’ I said. ‘Help me!’

Carla removed her tongue from Monique’s anus and looked at us slack-jawed. Then she joined in as the others removed my dress and held me up, on my back, my thighs splayed, at the level of Henry’s cock. Carla spread my labia apart and guided the big shaft between them. The three females rocked me back and forth, driving the cock deep into me. It was like being on a swing. I relaxed and let them do whatever they wanted, feeling the hardness rub against my G-spot, racking up my climax.

After a while Monique said ‘Her ass now. Gina likes her ass stretched. Carla, check she’s lubed up.’

My slut dived under me and checked me with her tongue. She must have decided I was OK because I felt the cock leave my pussy and someone, probably Carla, guided it into my anus, girlish fingers stretching my sphincter around its girth. Then the swinging resumed as Henry plumbed the depths of my bowels. Carla was underneath, licking my taut ring and probably sucking his balls too. A hand snaked round my waist and started to rub my aching clitoris.

‘Turn her over,’ Monique ordered. ‘Here, on the sofa. She can lick Tia out.’ 

The women rotated me, still impaled on Henry’s cock, and we waddled over so that I could rest my face in Tia’s delicious little pussy. Its coal-black labia were like petals dripping with dew. I sucked them into my mouth hungrily, relishing her tangy juices. I felt Carla tilt her head back beneath me and fasten her lips onto my clit. I wondered what Monique was doing – later I discovered she was videoing the whole thing. But before long I lost all interest in the world around me – my interest was focussed entirely on Henry’s cock plunging relentlessly into my arse, Carla’s mouth trying to pull my clit off my body, her fingers crawling around in my puss, and Tia’s hands trying to pull my head into her own vagina. It wasn’t too long before the orgasm swamped me and a hot gush of liquid flooded my slut’s face. I felt my anus clutching fiercely around the cock.

‘Tia now,’ Monique ordered. ‘Her ass is begging for it. Isn’t it, sweetheart?’

I heard Carla gasp, rather wetly. Like any bystander, she must have assumed that Tia’s orifices would be as tiny as the rest of her. I knew better. The black girl replaced me as the object of Henry’s cock’s attention. Carla remained underneath, so she had a close-up view of the girl’s miniature arsehole dilating impossibly around the massive shaft. Henry slid right into her in one stroke, provoking nothing more than a grunt and a sigh of satisfaction. My slut loyally began to suck her clit, presumably hoping for another gout of ejaculate to fill her belly.

Tia’s petite body rocked back under forth under the piledriver thrusts, forcing her face hard against my pussy. The poor girl could hardly keep her tongue in my entrance. What with Henry’s nine inches skewering her on every stroke, and Carla’s eager mouth, she didn’t last long. A massive orgasm shook her body, leaving her limp and exhausted. Tia doesn’t squirt, however, so Carla had to be content with the regular trickles of girl-juice.

‘It’s your slut’s turn now,’ Monique announced, still behind the camcorder. ‘No doubt you’ve got her ass ready.’

Henry pulled out of Tia’s anus, leaving it big and gaping. Carla was on the floor, her head back, her arms supporting her. I could see her nipples, as hard as spikes, pointing at the ceiling. There was a puddle of liquid under her buttocks where she had leaked pussy-juice and lube. She looked at me with a worried expression, obviously thinking about the big cock entering her virgin arse. I say virgin – it had had all sorts of things up it, fingers, tongues, dildos, butt plugs, but not yet a real live penis. Nevertheless I was fairly sure she could take it.

‘Ready and lubed and stretched,’ I said, motioning the slut to get up and bend over, and I proudly indicated the butt plug still firmly embedded in her.

‘Oh, can I take it out?’ Tia cried, and tugged at the plastic while stroking Carla’s clit with her other hand. My slut’s anus dilated around the fattest part of the plug and a gout of lube flooded out over Tia’s hand. Instantly she got a couple of fingers in before the teenager’s hole closed up.

‘Ooh, this is going to be fun,’ she giggled. ‘She’s still pretty tight. I better get her coming.’

I knew how expert Tia was and sure enough within minutes Carla was gasping her way through a climax, her arsehole clutching fiercely on the black girl’s fingers. Henry was given the nod and approached, his cock still rock-hard and ready. Tia carefully and quite lovingly, I thought, held the slut’s anus open and guided the tip of the great erection against it. She whispered to the girl, all the while stroking her clit, and I watched in fascination as the anal ring stretched wider and wider to admit the bulbous head. I’ve seen it many times, but there’s nothing like a girl’s first ass-fuck.

Carla was crying with a mixture of pain and pleasure, but her cries soon tipped over into pure bliss as Tia’s fingers extracted another climax from her. Henry slid remorselessly into her – I was glad I had given her a thorough cleansing. Two orgasms later, he was pumping in and out of her as if she’d been doing it for years. My own anus twitched in envy.

Henry must not have been used to such a tight orifice, and one that was almost constantly climaxing around his shaft, because soon he lost it and rammed an extra inch inside her and emptied his balls with a great shout of joy. I imagined Carla’s bowels filling up with burst after burst of semen.

When the eruption had ceased and the cock had softened and slid out, we turned the teenager over onto her back and lifted her buttocks into the air, letting her legs fall forward. Tia stuck the butt plug into her vagina to make a dam, and Monique moved in close with the camera to record the cloudy rivulets of spunk squirting from Carla’s arse and running down over her stomach and breasts. Tia removed the plug and carefully licked up all the cum around her pussy.

‘Can I fist her now?’ she said, looking at me pleadingly.

‘Why not?’ I said. ‘That’s what sluts are for.’

Carla was too far gone to protest – not that we would have listened. We arranged her on some cushions on her back, legs as wide as possible. Henry knelt beside her and fed his fat but now flexible cock into her mouth so that she could clean it up. I knelt on the other side to massage her pubes and keep her clit on the boil. Tia squatted between her thighs and smeared her right hand with thick lube. Monique, of course, filmed away.

The black girl managed to get four of her slender fingers into Carla with no trouble - the slut was so relaxed after her many orgasms. Tia made a spear shape and started to corkscrew her hand into Carla’s pussy – the teenager writhed and moaned as her vagina was slowly but surely stretched. Although Tia’s hands are small, she has pointed knuckles (I know), and these were rasping around the walls of Carla’s entrance. I stroked her clit to take her mind off the discomfort.

Tia pushed harder and with a sudden loud grunt from Carla I saw the hand disappear until Tia’s thin wrist was clamped between Carla’s red, swollen labia.

‘There’s a good slut!’ I murmured to her, rubbing her clit faster. ‘Your first fisting. The first of many.’

The teen, unable to keep Henry in her mouth, was writhing and tossing her head from side to side, uttering animal moans as Tia rotated her hand slowly, knuckles massaging the inside of Carla’s vagina. I could see the little lumps moving under her abdomen. I bent to lick her clit and the girl exploded in a noisy and abandoned climax. 

Tia now concentrated on finding and stimulating the G spot, and obviously succeeded because within a short time Carla was coming again, without my help. I knew that by now Tia would have curled her hand into a fist and be pumping it back and forth within the hot cavity, stretching the young pussy more than it had ever been stretched before. The sight and sound of Carla’s string of orgasms was more than I could bear. I squatted over her head and rubbed my pussy over her face. The slut, probably in a completely automatic reaction, caught my clit between her lips and sucked it hard, her throaty moaning sending exciting vibrations through my loins. I could see the bulge of Tia’s fist moving back and forth under Carla’s skin, and it was that as much as anything which drove me to a rapid and explosive climax. My juices squirted over her chin and breasts, mixing with the sperm that still clung there.

The slut achieved another climax, even more all-consuming than the previous, and then Tia took pity on her and eased her hand out. The teenager lay exhausted, her breasts rising and falling, still moaning softly, her head and body smeared with spunk and woman-juice, her pussy lips swollen and sore, framing a dark tunnel from which wetness oozed. Monique tracked the camera up and down, finishing with an ultra-close shot of the gaping vagina.

After that things were a bit of an anticlimax (although several more climaxes were celebrated). We left Carla to recover while Henry fucked us all in all our holes, and Tia fisted me with her hand still wet from Carla’s juices. To finish she took Henry’s cock right down her throat – unbelievable even when it happened right in front of your eyes – and milked the last dregs of spunk out of him with her neck muscles. 

I carried Carla to the car, still naked and dripping, and drove her home. Inside, she got on her knees and hugged me tightly round the thighs, rubbing her face against my stomach.

‘Oh thank you, thank you,’ she moaned, in an embarrassing flood of worship.

‘Not too sore?’ I asked.

‘Oh yes, I’m ever so sore. It’s what I need, to be so sore I can’t think about anything else. Isn’t that what sluts do?’

‘Hmm, I suppose it is. Good. Well, when you’ve recovered, you can try my fist.’

PS. Monique gave Carla the tape. It beats wedding videos any day.

 Pupil - 6

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I decided that it was time my slut Carla lost her firginity. That’s fisting virginity, for those of you who don’t know. To be sure, she had already been fisted by Tia, but her hands were so small it didn’t count. No, I determined that she was ready for a proper woman’s fist – mine. Anyway, I couldn’t keep my hands out of her any longer.

I didn’t tell her, just informed her that she was in for a special treat and that I’d invited a couple of friends round for the occasion. The girl assumed that she in for just another lesbian orgy, I suppose. I prepared her thoroughly, as always – shaving off all her body hair so that her skin was ultra-sensitive, a deep enema to leave her rectum sparkling clean and empty, bathing her carefully, light nipple clamps to keep her hard nubs just on the pleasure side of pain, and the six-inch heels that showed off the muscles in her legs and made her thrust her mons forward when she stood.

The teenager was surprised, when she tottered into the lounge, to find that I and my two friends, Helen and Sarah, were all fully dressed, and fairly demurely at that. The two women purred their appreciation of the girl’s flawless nakedness, running their hands over her satin-smooth skin and sampling the juice that was already seeping out of her pussy. Carla writhed sensuously as the older women’s knowing fingers aroused her instantly. I had let her have a couple of glasses of wine beforehand to rid her of any lingering inhibitions – not that the slut appeared to possess any.

‘Now then, Carla,’ I said firmly. ‘It’s time you were fisted properly. It’s a slut’s duty to take inside her pussy and arsehole anything that she’s told to. Are you OK with that?’

The young girl’s eyes opened wide and her jaw dropped. Although I had been working her holes intensively over the past week with a variety of dildos, she knew that even the largest of them was quite a bit smaller than my hand. I could see her gaze flicking between Helen’s and Sarah’s hands, but we are all much the same size.

But I had forbidden her to cum for the past two days, and the poor child was absolutely desperate. I saw her mind working. Finally she licked her lips and squeezed her thighs together, and gave a little nod.

‘Good girl. Now, lie back on the couch and we’ll get your pussy opened up.’

Obediently the slut lay back and opened her thighs as wide as she could. By now Carla had no qualms about showing her innermost recesses to anyone. Her labia were swollen with excitement and her inner membranes glistened with juice. Helen gave a little moan.

‘Mmm, that looks tasty. Can I have first lick?’

I assented, and she knelt down and applied her mouth to the girl’s pussy. Helen is one of the best cunnilinguists I know and within a few minutes Carla was writhing and shouting as a series of wracking orgasms swept through her. Helen sat back and we watched as the teenager’s hole continued to open and close rhythmically.

I spread a goodly dose of lube over my right hand and poured some more over Carla’s pussy. I formed four fingers into a spear shape and gently inserted them between her lips, while Sarah rested her fingers on the girl’s prominent clit and massaged it gently. Keeping her on the edge of orgasm would dull any pain that I might cause. I pushed my fingers deeper into her with a screwing motion, feeling her vaginal muscles quivering. Helen stroked her forehead and caressed her breasts. I poured more lube over the point where my fingers disappeared into her.

I was now in as far as the knuckles, but she was very tight. At a nod from me, Sarah rubbed harder and the girl convulsed in another orgasm, her muscles clamping down around my hand. When it ebbed, she felt more relaxed and looser. I tucked my thumb into my palm and continued to corkscrew my hand into her. Sarah did her work again and Carla climaxed once more, gasping and crying. I pushed harder while she was still spasming, but my knuckles would not go through the tight muscle ring.

However I would not give up. Although it might hurt the teenager now, she would thank me for it later, when we could fist each other at will, as often as we wanted. Sarah continued to stimulate Carla’s clit and another climax rose within her. I held her thigh with my other hand to steady her and put my shoulder behind it, working my spear-shaped hand hard against the resistance of her vagina. Suddenly, in the middle of her orgasm, Carla gave a loud shout of surprise and my hand slid deep into her. Her muscles clamped down fiercely around my wrist.

I was in! Right inside my young slut’s pussy! God, she was hot. Her pussy quivered and trembled all around my hand. I heard Helen whispering words of congratulation and encouragement. Carla’s eyes were closed and tears had squeezed out from her lids. I stayed still, giving her time to adjust to the stretching sensations, and then slowly began to move my hand around, up and down, back and forth, examining every inch of her young vagina, feeling the firm dome of her cervix.

Carla hesitantly reached down. ‘I want to feel,’ she murmured, gingerly exploring my wrist and her own labia thinly stretched around it, unable to believe what was actually happening to her. ‘Oh my god,’ she whispered.

‘You’re a good slut,’ I said. ‘Now, I’m going to withdraw my hand, slowly. Just relax.’ I pulled back and the teenager’s labia clung to my wrist, extending impossibly before sliding back over the widest part of my hand. I wished I had thought to have a camera handy. My hand was free, the cool air playing on it, and Carla’s pussy was a gaping tunnel fringed with loose, pinkly tender lips.

‘Again?’ I asked, looking into her eyes, which held a mixture of fear and pride. She nodded.

The first time is always the worst. With the aid of more lube I pushed my hand back into her with much less resistance. Sarah elicited another climax, and before long I was pumping my hand back and forth as though she was a mature woman. Gradually I formed my hand into a fist, knuckles rasping along her vaginal walls, and despite a few weak moans the young girl took it like a professional. I left my fist in the tightest part of her tunnel and rotated it back and forth, and Carla screamed and came violently.

I didn’t want to damage her, so I called it a day and left her to recover, her pussy gaping like a railway tunnel, the other two women comforting and stroking her. Soon the teenager had drifted into a doze, while six hands continued to pass lightly over her skin.

After while she woke, remembering with a start what had just transpired.

‘Well, how did you enjoy your first fisting?’ Helen asked.

‘Oh, it was incredible. It hurt a bit at first, and I didn’t think I was going to be able to do it, but then, ... wow! I’ve never felt anything like that before. My pussy feels like it’s still wide open.’

‘It is,’ I said. ‘But we’re only halfway there. Losing your firginity means pussy AND arsehole.’

That woke her up properly. She looked at me in shock.

‘Come on, slut, your arse is at least as stretchy as your puss. Just think of all the things you’ve had in it. Everything that’s fucked your pussy has fucked your arse too, hasn’t it?’

‘My arsehole stretches like anything,’ Helen said. ‘I’ve had no problems.’

‘Me too,’ Sarah chimed in. The girl looked at us all. I could see her introspecting, recalling her body’s capabilities, remembering all the times I had penetrated deep into her rear entrance with my biggest toys. She swallowed, and nodded.

‘There’s a good slut. Now, turn over. Stick your arse in my face.’

Carla scrambled onto all fours, her knees wide, her buttocks taut and splayed. Her anus was already slick with the lube and sex-juice that had flowed down from her pussy, but I massaged more lube into it and poured more over my hand too. I started off with just a couple of fingers, plunging them in an out and twisting them in the way I knew she loved. Helen reached round to stroke the girl’s clit, keeping her on the boil.

I added a third finger and then a fourth, without too much trouble. Carla’s anal sphincter was quite stretchy and pliable, and she was murmuring with pleasure as I screwed my fingers into her back passage. I hugged her waist with my other arm and pushed harder, while Helen skilfully maintained her just on the edge of a climax. It wasn’t the first time she and I had initiated a girl into anal fisting.

I was in up to the knuckles now, pumping in and out of her anus firmly. I was pleased to see how it didn’t close up at all, even when I kept my hand out for a few seconds. Carla was obviously very relaxed. I had got my fingers in as far as I could and it was time to include the thumb and go all the way. I tucked my thumb in and speared my hand into her, pushing hard to overcome the considerable tightness. The teenager moaned but I didn’t give up. Suddenly she gave a loud cry and my hand shot into her rectum, the sphincter gripping me tightly around the wrist. Helen rewarded her with an orgasm that nearly severed my arm.

Looking at her anal ring stretched tautly around my arm, I had a sudden misgiving. Really she was very young and tender and my hand was not small by any means. But I had enjoyed the same thing at her age and no harm had befallen me, so reassured I began to pump my hand inside her, slowly and gently.

Carla was moaning steadily with a mixture of pleasure and discomfort. Sarah whispered to her, asking if she wanted to stop, but the young slut shook her head valiantly. I decided not to use the fist – that could come later – but contented myself with plunging my straight hand in and out of her until her anus gaped hugely and a ring of frothy lube had built up on my wrist. Helen elicited a couple more achingly powerful orgasms from the girl.

I slipped my hand out and watched as Carla’s arsehole, quivering from the remnants of her last climax, closed up very gradually. The girl slumped on the sofa, breathing hard.

‘I don’t know about you two,’ said Sarah, ‘but my knickers are absolutely soaked after that.’

‘I’m dripping,’ said Helen.

‘I think the slut should undress us and suck our pussies clean,’ I said, poking the teenager’s shoulder. ‘Then you two can fist her as well, just to keep her wide open. She won’t be able to sit down for a couple of days, but that’s OK because the only sitting she’s going to do is on my face.’

 Pupil – 7:

Graduation

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It was time for Carla’s formal presentation as a fully-fledged slut – rather like a debutante. I attend a private sex club every month, and it would be a good place to introduce her to the adult world of slut-hood. I judged that her body, and equally importantly her mind, were ready for it.

I made the arrangements with my friends; they all agreed that this was Carla’s night and that everything would be centred around her. We arrived about 9pm , just as the drinks were circulating and people were starting to shed their clothes. Under my cloak I wore only a black choker, black lace elbow-length gloves and black elastic-topped stockings – and spike heels of course. Carla was wearing a tight little black dress that would have been fit for any formal party but for the fact that it only reached from an inch below her nipples to an inch above her pussy. And for the fact that her hands were cuffed behind her back, causing her firm breasts to jut forward proudly. She walked carefully on her 6-inch heels, displaying her teenage charms to the admiring guests. Out of deference to her coming-out, none of them had brought their own sluts.

As usual, I had prepared my young girl’s body carefully. This time I had also used a bit of subtle makeup to highlight her nipples, labia and anus. I had also licked her repeatedly to the bring of orgasm, without letting her come, until the poor child was so horny she couldn’t think straight and her juices were visibly running down her legs.

On a dais was planted a large dildo, shaped like a blunt cone. At its widest point it was far bigger than anything I had tried to fit inside Carla. I told her to kneel above it and let it enter her pussy as she slowly lowered herself. There was a murmur of admiration from the watching guests as the girl’s labia slid around the widening plastic cone. She gave only a faint moan as her vagina was stretched around the unyielding object.

‘Now then, slut,’ I said, ‘I want you to fellate every man in this room. They’ve all been saving themselves for you so you should get a good load from each one. Isn’t that right, guys?’ There was a cheer from the dozen or so men in the audience, and the first one, naked already, stepped forward and presented his erection. Obediently Carla opened her mouth and took the organ between her lips, rocking her head back and forwards. I could see from the expression of bliss on the man’s face that the cock-sucking skills I had taught her were being put to good use.

I knelt behind her and touched her clit softly, gently pushing her downwards so that the cone dilated her pussy even more. 

‘Good girl,’ I whispered. ‘You don’t have to swallow it all. Just keep your mouth open.’

Within a very few minutes the man was overcome by the feel of Carla’s hot mouth around his cock and his hips jerked and I saw his balls contract. I almost felt the jet of spunk blast against the back of Carla’s throat. Simultaneously I assaulted her clit and the girl shook as her long-delayed orgasm exploded. Loud moans came from her mouth and the cock, still spurting , flailed around, sending ropes of semen over her face and neck. The climax made her lose control of her thigh muscles and all her weight fell onto the cone buried in her pussy, driving it deeper into the tautly stretched orifice.

As soon as the man had finished coming, he was replaced by another, already erect. Several of the women were acting as ‘fluffers’, keeping the men hard with their mouths until it was their turn – not that it was really necessary, for the sight of Carla’s young body, dripping with sperm, sinking down onto the dildo was enough to get any man hard.

She took the next cock deep into her mouth and worked on it eagerly. I stood up and another woman took my place, keeping the girl’s clit on the boil so that her next orgasm would coincide with another explosion of semen. This time she managed to swallow the first spurt, but then the climax overwhelmed her conscious reflexes and her face and breasts were adorned with more strings of whiteness.

This cycle continued until every man had unloaded the contents of his balls either into or onto the teenager – mostly the latter. At some point someone rolled her dress down around her hips to let the rivers of spunk slide down her stomach. And at each climax her pussy was stretched a little bit further until most of the cone had disappeared into her.

We lifted her off and laid her on her back. Her vagina was a great gaping hole. The women knelt around, eagerly licking the spunk off her body, and then dribbling it from their mouths into hers. They kissed and licked and sucked every inch of her, transferring it all into her waiting mouth, until her body was clean, but wet, and she had ingested all the semen that had been hosed over her.

That was only the first part. We held her with her legs wide and high and one by one the men, by now newly erect and ready, fed their cocks into her anus and fucked her arse without a heed for her youth or relative inexperience. But before they felt the rising tide of their second orgasm, they would pull out and quickly enter one of the other women, sometimes their pussy but mostly their arse, depositing their loads deep inside. That woman then squatted over Carla’s face and let the girl tease her tongue into the entrance, releasing the stored fluids which then cascaded into the slut’s mouth. In this way she received all the second round of male emissions also.

While the men recovered, Carla was encouraged to eat the pussy of one woman while another knelt behind her and fisted her still-loose vagina. Several of the women ejaculated, as I did, drenching my slut’s face with their fluids, and careful fisting of her G-spot provoked some fairly fierce orgasms from the young thing. Some of my female friends were so impressed by her pussy-eating talents that they came back for a second go.

By now most of the men were hard again (helped, it must be said, by some expert fellatio from us older women). Carla was placed on her hands and knees, a large knobbly vibrator fed into her puss, and one by one the men took their pleasure in her arse. Of course, having come twice already, they could last a long time, and the girl’s anus was huge and tender by the time the last man had deposited another gout of semen in her rectum.

As her owner, it was then my privilege to clamp my lips over her hole and suck out the mixed sperm – her own orgasmic spasms helping to squirt it into my mouth. I kissed her tenderly, pushing the bolus of thick silky semen into her mouth, and felt her swallow it down.

That more or less ended Carla’s graduation as a slut. I undid her cuffs and massaged her wrists. There was scattered applause as she tried to stand but was too exhausted. She lay on the floor, smeared with fluids, dozing, her holes still dilated, while the rest of us paired or tripled off to perform various acts – I have to say that the men were pretty much spent and it was left to us women to rack up the orgasm score.

Later, as I was lying in the arms of a couple of my female friends, Carla climbed onto the bed and snuggled on top of me.

‘Did I do all right?’ she whispered.

‘I’m proud of you,’ I said, caressing her shoulders. ‘You’re a proper slut now.’

‘Can I ask a favour?’

‘Of course. What is it?’ I expected her to ask to go home and to bed, for her body had truly been tested to its limits.

‘I’m so horny. Can I sit on your face?’