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Pupil - 6

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.’

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