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Pupil - 3

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.

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