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 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.’

 

 

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