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Pupil - 5

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.

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