Donkey Punch

 

Copyright 2010 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. [email protected] Adults Only - Old time porn without the annoying plot, character development, or structure to distract the casual reader...If you're not here to beat off, go somewhere else.

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Donkey Punch Digest

Codes: M/f, F/f, m/f, f/f, SciFi, School, Oral, Anal, Donkey Punching, Etc.
Synopsis: A teenage slut enjoys her first day in school...sorta. Actually, some of it kinda annoys her a little, but being a slut, Bambi knows better than to complain.  

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Donkey Punch
by Rachael Ross


Meanwhile, on another planet...

"The Principal will see you now Mrs. Person…" Amanda said with a polite smile.

"Miss Person," my mom corrected the school secretary with a tiny scrunch of her nose. "I'm not married."

"Oh!" Amanda nodded, like that made a difference and turned her smile on me as we stood up.

"She's just a slut," I explained, since I'm sort of like that. I always feel like I have to say something for some reason. 

"Bambi!" Mom giggled. "Be nice."

"What?" I asked, just like any fifteen year old girl would. "You are a slut."

"Shhhh…" Mom shushed me as she peeked into the Principal's office, biting her bottom lip and pulling a lock of golden hair from her blue eyes. 

We look much the same, Mom and me, except she's almost thirty and so she looks older. She hated that though, being twenty-nine, I mean, and Mom always tried to look younger. She really liked it when people would wonder if we were sisters and so Mom liked to dress us as if we were twins or something. I didn't really mind because Mom has a serious body and pretty awesome taste in clothes, but sometimes it could be a little strange. Like coming to my first day at a new school looking exactly like Mom.

Except younger, you know.

So that would explain our matching Sailor Moon outfits. Short, pleated mini-skirts in baby-blue that didn't hide our red thongs no matter what we did. The same silk blouses, white and so thin as to be sheer with red demi-cup bras underneath. Mom wore a 36C and mine happened to be a 30B, but they looked pretty identical either way and we both had the same swollen, tawny nipples poking out above the lace. We had the red neckerchiefs, fashionably loose and careless beneath our collars. Matching red shoes; five inch stilettos for Mom, while my heels were only three because of the school's dress code.

Even our collars matched, but I couldn't blame that on Mom. Our Master had picked those out for us, of course. They were very thin and very black, my own rather stiff as I'd finally outgrown my old one. I was relieved too, believe me, my old collar had definitely been a Kiddie Kollar, you know? It had been pink and blue, with tiny teddy bears around it. I couldn't even imagine wearing something like that to high school! No way! So having an adult collar, even a very simple one, made me feel a lot better. But naturally, that was the first thing to go.

"Don't be shy," the Principal said in a soft and surprisingly pleasant voice. "It's alright. You can come in now."

"Thank you, Sir," Mom said with a dip of her head and I followed her example, keeping my eyes down and putting my hands together in the small of my back.

When Mom knelt on the plush carpeting, I did the same, taking my place beside her with well-practiced ease. Gracefully too, I hoped, but I resisted the urge to look at the Principal and get a clue. I'd probably get a lot more than that!

"Now," the Principal sighed and I heard the creaking of a leather chair, "which of you is my new sophomore, I wonder?"

Mom giggled softly and I knew she was pleased by the compliment.

"No, don't tell me," the Principal said with a chuckle. "Look at me, Bambi."

"Ma'am," I replied immediately, lifting my chin and fixing my eyes on the beautiful woman sitting behind her desk.

"I thought so," she nodded. "You're slouching."

"Ma'am," I breathed, feeling my face redden as I tried to straighten myself more than I already was. I pushed my shoulders back, thrusting my breasts towards her and I didn't think it could be much of an improvement; I'd never been accused of slouching in my life!

"We'll have to work on that," she decided. "Won't we, Bambi?"

"Yes, Ma'am!" I agreed quickly.

"You should take example from your mother," the Principal said. "Such wonderful form. Tell me, Miss…Person, is it? Where did you go to school?"

"Here, Mistress," Mom answered, keeping her eyes down while mine stayed on the Principal.

"Of course you did!" The woman rose from behind her desk, picking up a length of chain. "St. Obeisance never forgets her alumni, Miss Person. We're very pleased to see you again."

"Thank you, Mistress." Mom fairly beamed beneath her shroud of golden hair.

"And now we have you, Bambi." The Principal stepped in front of me, dangling the stainless choker from her fingers. "Please remove your daughter's collar, Miss Person. She'll be wearing a new one while attending her classes."

"Of course, Mistress!" Mom replied and I didn't move a muscle as she unbuckled my collar and put it in her purse.

"This will be your choker, Bambi," the Principal told me as she slipped it somewhat awkwardly over my head. "You mustn't come to school without it."

"Yes Ma'am." I waited patiently as she worked the metal over my eyes and nose, past my lips and chin. It was a tight fit getting it over my head and of course it finally hung rather loosely around my neck, but that could be easily fixed.

"Umph!" I gave an involuntary gasp as the Principal hooked a finger through the ring at the end and gave the choker a quick jerk so that it tightened immediately.

She didn't actually pull hard enough to choke me or anything, but just enough to make me feel the smooth links pressing into my delicate skin. The Principal seemed satisfied with that and for a second I regretted making any sound at all, but she let that go and I was glad. I really didn't need to get into trouble on my first day of school.

"Are you on birth control?" the Principal wondered, stepping back and putting her hands on her hips.

"No Ma'am," I said softly, clearing my throat and then repeating my answer louder.

"You sound a bit…nervous," she smiled at me. "Have you had a child yet?"

"No, Ma'am," I told her truthfully.

"Why not?" The Principal narrowed her dark eyes and I felt my tummy knotting up. 

"I…I don't know," I replied. "Ma'am."

"Are you a virgin?" she asked, pursing her crimson lips.

"No, Ma'am," I answered. "I just, um…I'm not a breeder."

"Are you a lesbian?"

"No, Ma'am!" I blinked at her. "I'm a bi-sexual slut."

"Good," she nodded. "Deviant behavior will not be tolerated at St. Obeisance, Bambi."

"Yes, Ma'am," I agreed quickly.

"We expect our young ladies to worship cock," she continued sternly, "regardless of their station in life. I hope you won't disappoint me."

"No, Ma'am!" I swallowed hard. "I mean…yes, Ma'am."

"Hmmm…" The Principal seemed a little dubious as she stared at me and I forced myself not to look down. 

She seemed kind of young to be a principal, I thought, but she'd probably been bred for Dominance. If I'd had to guess, I figured the woman to be about twenty-three maybe. She looked like a principal though, no doubt about that. She wore a tight fitting suit, black like her hair, and tight on her slim body. She had smallish breasts and narrow hips, definitely not a breeder, but incredibly long legs, very well toned. I especially liked her slender ankles and muscular calves. For some reason I've always liked that part of a woman the most, of all the parts not usually hidden, I mean.

What the Principal thought of me, I couldn't tell yet. I wouldn't even try to guess, not until I'd been at the school for awhile. Everyone has their own pet fetish, usually more than one, and I was pretty sure I'd find out what the Principal liked in due time. That's one of the nice things about being a full-bred slut; everyone wants to have fun with me. The bad part, if there even is one, is that sometimes their idea of fun and my idea of fun aren't exactly the same thing. 

But that's why I was going to school, right?

"Alright," the Principal sighed. "You may leave, Bambi. Amber will have your schedule and help you find your way around."

"Yes, Ma'am."

"You're a student. You'll address me as Mistress now," she said. "Tell Amber to hold my calls for…" she looked at my mom, "…Show me your tongue, Miss Person."

I watched from the corner of my eye as Mom did as she was told, lifting her head and extending her long pink tongue.

"Tell Amber I'll be unavailable for thirty minutes," the Principal decided with a smile, "while I have a little…chat…with your mother."

"Yes, uh…Mistress." 

I stood quickly, without bothering to try and smooth my skirt, and left the room. I paused long enough to curtsy at the door, but Mom had already unzipped and was now carefully lowering the Principal's skirt. Neither of them gave me so much as a glance and I felt a small twinge of envy, or jealousy maybe, as it should have been me sucking the Principal's cunt. I mean, I was the new girl in school and everything, but Mom had graduated from St. Obeisance herself, so…I kinda have issues with my mom, as you may have noticed.

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"So you went to a public school before, huh?" Amber asked me as we walked the empty hallways of my new school.

"Yeah," I nodded. "It was okay."

"How do you like being a slut?"

"I don't know," I shrugged. "How do you like being a secretary?"

"I like it," she smiled at me. "I just graduated last year and the next day they had me working in the office."

"That musta been kinda weird."

"A little," the girl admitted. "But it's nice too. I mean, I didn't have to go out and look for a job or anything."

"Hmph," I nodded. "They don't auction you guys off or anything?"

"Service girls?" Amanda giggled. "Not usually. Who would pay for me?"

"I don't know," I admitted, giving her a look up and down. 

Amanda wasn't ugly; in fact, the girl was kind of cute with her bald head and shaved pussy. I bet she didn't have a hair on her entire body, except her eyebrows, I suppose. Maybe a little on her arms or whatever, but you know what I mean. Amanda was barely eighteen probably and born and raised for paperwork. If she turned out to be really good at it, she'd end up working for the government eventually, all the best ones did.

"Are you queer?" I asked her, just because she was giving me that vibe.

"Oh yeah," she nodded, giving me a smile that really lit up her soft brown eyes. "Do you want me to go down on you?"

"I probably oughta get to class," I said. "I was just wondering."

"Oh." Amanda looked disappointed for a second before she could hide it. Service girls liked sex as much as anyone else, but they hardly ever got any.

"Maybe some other time though," I offered, just to be nice. 

"Yeah!" She brightened at that suggestion. "I can do it pretty good. I mean, I'm not a slut or anything, but I've been sucking clit since I was little, so…"

"How little?" I wondered, just to make conversation. I got the impression that Amanda didn't get to talk a lot.

"Since I was twelve," she said proudly and I giggled at her.

"That's not little!" I said. "I used to nurse on my mom's clit."

"Really?"

"Yeah," I told her truthfully and I'd seen the pictures to prove it. "She's put a little milk on her pussy when I was a baby and I'd suck her off."

"Oh."

"Our Master too," I told her. "I'd suck his cock until I fell asleep."

"Like a pacifier, huh?"

"Yeah!" I grinned at her. "A big pacifier!"

"I've never had a Master," Amanda sighed and then she stopped walking, we both did. "Here's your first class and, um…Here's your schedule and your locker is…" she looked both ways before pointing, "…down that way. I put the combination on your schedule."

"Thanks," I nodded, taking the paper out of her hand. "Do I need any books or anything?"

"Books?" she shook her head. "You're a slut, so all you need is to show up basically."

"Yeah," I shrugged at that. "Thanks."

"Sure," she said with a smile. "We don't have a lot of girls like you, so it's pretty cool."

"Oh yeah?" I narrowed my eyes because I hadn't really thought about it.

"Yeah," Amanda nodded. "Lots of breeders. Heh! Lots of service girls too," she rolled her eyes, "but not too many real fuck toys. You're gonna be really popular."

"I hope so," I sighed, looking at the closed door of the classroom and feeling a little nervous. "What class is this anyway?"

"Oh," Amanda grinned at me. "You've got Misogyny 101 first period, right after homeroom. Mr. Himmler, like the old Nazi guy? He's kind of a dick, but mostly he's alright."

"Himmler?" I giggled. "Great. I'll see ya later."

"Kay!" Amanda smiled back at me and then turned around so I could watch her cute little butt wiggling. Yeah, for a service girl, she was probably doable.

I knocked on the door before I opened it, having a pretty good idea how a misogyny teacher would expect a fifteen year old slut to behave. I'd grown up learning that stuff, believe me, and I seriously doubted Misogyny 101 could teach me anything I didn't already know, but it was a required course for 10th grade girls and so I was stuck with it. At least the homework would be fun, I hoped.

"Sir?" I smiled hopefully, looking at the man just long enough to get some idea of what he looked like before dropping my eyes.

"Hmmm?" He stared at me and Mr. Himmler was a large, robust man in his early forties, I thought. His hair was short and black, his eyes small and brown, and he had thin, down-turned lips.

"I'm Bambi, sir," I told him softly, still kind of hiding behind the door.

"New student?" he asked and I nodded.

"Yes sir," I agreed. "It's my first day."

"Well, come in…Come in…" he told me without smiling. "Welcome to St. Obeisance."

"Thank you sir," I said softly and I hated this part.

There were about thirty kids in there, half of them girls and half boys, and of course they all stared at me with natural curiosity. I looked back at them too, so much as I was able. I didn't know what the rules were yet and some teachers didn't like it when girls just looked around and talked out of turn and all that. So mostly I kept my eyes down.

"Over here please," the man said, pointing to a spot on the floor near his desk. "What are you, another breeder?"

"No sir," I gave him a small shake of my head. "I'm a slut."

"Ah!" he smiled at that. "Then you won't mind if I fuck you in the ass. Will you, slut?"

"N-No sir," I said, blinking at him and feeling my face turn a little red as some of the boys chuckled. I wasn't really embarrassed, I just hadn't expected the teacher to want me so quickly.

"Bend over then…That's it, across my desk. Don't be shy," he told me as I turned so the class was to my left and Mr. Himmler standing behind me.

I bent over his desk, spreading my legs and wondering if he planned on using any kind of lubricant. I knew I was clean, that wasn't a problem. I took a long bath every morning, an enema as well, but I hadn't really prepared myself for anal sex. If I'd known this was coming, I'd have lubed up my rectum good before leaving home. It just hadn't occurred to me though and I'll admit that I most often had to learn my lessons the hard way. Most sluts do.

"We were just discussing how useful the female asshole can be," Mr. Himmler said, flipping the back of my skirt over the small of my back. "Unfortunately, we didn't have a slut handy to demonstrate with…Until now."

"Yes sir," I breathed, biting my bottom lip as I felt his fingers tugging at my thong, pulling it down my thighs.

"My, my…You have a beautiful ass. What did you say your name is?"

"Bambi, sir," I replied, feeling my body getting tense as I heard the teacher's zipper going down.

"You have a gorgeous ass, Bambi. Perfect. Have you been fucked there before?"

"Yes sir," I nodded, gripping the edge of his desk in my hands as I felt his cock sliding up and down in the valley of my butt cheeks. He was definitely hard already and maybe even big, although it's hard telling just from being teased like that.

"I bet you have, slut," Mr. Himmler chuckled. "If any of you boys need relief, you can put your partners to work."

As soon as he told them that, most of the boys in the class were reaching for the girls sitting next to them. They were paired up that way, I realized, with a boy and a girl sharing a single large desk. Most of the girls simply gave their partners hand jobs, it looked like, but three or four were leaning over and I could hear the soft slurping of teenage girls sucking hard cock. Knowing that none of them were real sluts made me smile, simply because I'd always been a little stuck up about my own considerable skills in the fellatio department. Sucking cock was kind of my specialty, you might say.

"Ummm…" I winced when Mr. Himmler decided to stop teasing me and finally pressed his swollen cockhead against my tight sphincter.

My pussy was dripping already, just because the idea of being fucked in front of my new classmates was pretty cool, but that didn't help my poor butthole at all. I was very dry back there and I hoped Mr. Himmler was the sort of man who made a lot of precum when he fucked. Some guys do, but other guys…Yikes! I really should have lubed myself up. I could be so stupid sometimes!

"Relax, Bambi," Mr. Himmler told me. "Let me in, slut…Give me that sweet little ass of yours. Oh! Nice and…Ugh! Tight…Ah fuck!"

"Ahhh!" I gasped as his cockhead suddenly forced its way past the rubbery ring of my anus with a distinct popping sensation. 

It burned too, like I was a virgin all over again, and the truth is that I wasn't terribly experienced with anal sex. Sometimes my Master enjoyed it, but not often enough to keep me well-stretched or anything. Only once in awhile would he fuck me in the ass and always with a generous amount of lubricant. Master was hardly a true misogynist though, at least compared to most men, he tended to be a gentle, loving man who spoiled his girls more often than not.

Mr. Himmler, on the other hand, was plainly a man who enjoyed making a girl squirm and he had me wriggling like a worm on a hook. I couldn't help but try and get away, that's just instinctive when someone is trying to shove eight solid inches of rock hard penis up my butt. Of course, there wasn't anyplace for me to go however; I'd been shoved hard against the man's desk as Mr. Himmler threw his hips forward with a loud grunt. He drove his cock inside my protesting rectum an inch at a time, pausing in between thrusts just long enough to take a deep breath and ensure he had a good grip around my waist.

"Good! Good fuck! Work that ass for me, slut," Mr. Himmler demanded breathlessly. "Fuck my cock, you little whore."

"Yessss…" I hissed between my teeth, feeling my eyes growing damp even as I struggled to meet his prick with my burning rectum.

He soon had my feet completely off the floor anyway, sliding his hands up to my shoulders so he could pin me down. Mr. Himmler slammed his cock into my asshole over and over and I felt his heavy balls slapping my pussy with a wet shwap-wap-wapping sort of sound. That felt pretty good, actually, but it was hard to feel it beneath the pain of having my bowels stretched mercilessly around his hard fucking cock! He was really giving it to me, deep and fast, but thankfully after two or three minutes the pain had mostly melted away to mere discomfort. My butt knew what to do, she'd just needed a little reminder.

"You like that? You like having a man fucking your ass?" Mr. Himmler asked me, panting the words as I nodded.

"Yes sir…Fuck…Me! Fuck me! Oh! Ohhhh!" I was going to cum, I thought, now that it had started feeling kinda good.

My tits ached as they were flattened against the desk. My tummy felt full of butterflies and my heart was pounding. I had to fight for every ragged breath my heaving lungs could muster and my poor ass! God! The man liked to take long strokes, pulling his cock all the way back and then ramming the whole thing back inside me. My asshole was raw and tired, the muscles weak now, and I took him easily over and over as he picked up the pace.

"Alright…Boys…" Mr. Himmler gasped without slowing down, "…Pay attention…This is called…a…Donkey…Punch…"

"Wha…" I blinked and then BAM!

He punched me in the back of the head just as I heard the words coming from his lips and after that I only saw a lot of bright lights fading quickly into the deep black of sleep.

"…ou okay?"

Mr. Himmler's voice seemed far away, but getting closer, and then I jerked as he held some smelling salts under my nose.

"Are you alright, Bambi?" he asked again. "How do you feel?"

"I have a headache," I said weakly and I didn't want to move. I was still sprawled on the teacher's desk and I could feel something hot and greasy leaking from my sore butt.

"Heh! I bet you do," he chuckled. "You'll be fine in a couple minutes, just relax. Don't get up."

That sounded like a good idea to me and I remained on his desk while Mr. Himmler explained what he'd done to the class. I knew what a Donkey Punch was, but I'd never had one before and I pretty much decided I never wanted another one. Mr. Himmler said it had made my asshole clench up nice and tight, so that my rectum suckled his cock like a baby right at the moment of his orgasm. I didn't remember that part though and I wasn't even sure if it was true or not. He seemed to think so however, and the man was soon giving homework to the class.

"I want all of you to try Donkey Punching after school today," he told his students. "No excuses from you girls either. Who knows? Some of you might even like it."

About then the bell rang, ending class, and I pushed myself off Mr. Himmler's desk carefully.

"Bambi…" the teacher smiled at me as I pulled up my thong, tugging the back tight against my cummy anus, "…since you don't have a partner, I'm going to make you my teacher's pet."

"Oh, uh…Yes sir," I nodded, wishing he'd stop talking so I could find the nurse and ask for some aspirin.

"So you'll share my desk, okay?"

"Yes sir."

"Under it, I mean," Mr. Himmler chuckled. "I think you're going to do very well in this class."

"Uh, thank you, Sir," I said, rubbing the back of my head.

"You've really got a great ass," he sighed and then jerked his head. "Go on, now. Get to your next class."

"Yes sir," I nodded and left the room, making a little face at the squishy sensation of having an assful of semen and trying to decide if I wanted to go to the bathroom or the nurse's office for some aspirin.

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"I hate that class!" a chubby black girl said, bending over the sink. She scooped water into her mouth, swished it around, and spit it out.

"Ricky better not try to punch me in the head!" another girl, this one small and blonde, was sitting on one of the toilets and I could hear her peeing.

"I don't even want to get buttfucked!" a third sophomore, looking about six months pregnant beneath her brown hair and hazel eyes, frowned into the mirror.

"Hey!" some Japanese looking girl was just standing up after pissing and I caught a glimpse of her dark bush before she covered it with her white panties.

"Hi," I sort of smiled at them. All those girls had been in my misogyny class. The pregnant one was a total breeder of course, but I wasn't sure about the others. They were probably just service girls.

The bathroom looked like any other, except there weren't any stalls or anything. Just a row of toilets along the wall to the right and a bunch of sinks and mirrors along the wall to the left. At the far wall, near a couple open windows, two girls were smoking. They looked older, like juniors maybe, or probably seniors, and they were wearing black and red cheerleader outfits. They gave me a look, up and down, and they recognized me just as easily as I did them. 

They were definitely fucksluts.

"Hi," the black girl almost smiled as I walked past her.

"How's your head?" the Japanese girl wondered, moving out of the way so I could use the toilet she'd just flushed.

"How's your ass?" the pregnant girl asked with a giggle and they all smiled at that.

"Hurts," I told them, making a little face as I pulled my thong down and sat on the toilet. There wasn't any stall or anything.

My thong was a mess too, soaked with the dirty semen that Mr. Himmler had put in my ass. I'd have to wash it out, I decided, or maybe not as I tried pushing cum out of my butt and knowing I'd be leaking that stuff all day long probably. 

"You the girl that got Donkey Punched?" one of the cheerleaders asked me, leaning against the wall and watching me.

"Yeah," I nodded, reaching between my thighs so I could feel my puffy butthole. A small dollop of cum fell out of my ass and into the water with a wet plop!

"Himmler's okay," the other one told me. "I'm Swan. This is Fox."

"I'm…Ummm!" I grunted with a hard little push, curling my finger as I worked it around my tender asshole. "I'm Bambi."

"You need any help?" Fox wondered, tossing her cigarette out the window.

She was amazingly cute, although not very tall or anything. Fox had red hair pulled into a thick ponytail and jade green eyes. Nice tits too, a little bigger than mine maybe, but she was so small everywhere else that they looked really great. Short legs, but smooth and toned. Fuck! I love girls' legs for some reason and that little cheer skirt barely covered her butt.

"Turn around," Swan agreed. "Bend over. Fox is good at that stuff."

"What stuff?" the pregnant girl wondered and all four of my classmates were watching us.

"Shut-up, breeder!" Swan gave her a frown. "Should make you do it, except you'd just make a mess."

"You don't mind?" I asked and Fox gave me a wry grin.

"Just don't forget I did you a favor," she told me as I stood up, turning to face the wall and grab the cold, wet pipes.

"We gotta stick together," Swan told me, exhaling a cloud of red smoke. "It's us against the world, Bambi."

"Yeah!" I giggled and then sighed as I felt Fox spreading my ass with her thumbs.

"You got a great ass," she decided. "Cute little pussy too. You're fuckin' soaked!"

"Is she?" Swan giggled and I gasped as I felt the girl's tongue lick upward along my juicy slit before finding my asshole.

The other slut was pretty amazing as well, although in a breath-taking, beautiful kind of way. Swan must have been almost six feet tall, I swear, like five-ten or something, with bright blue eyes and long, platinum blonde hair falling loose around her slender shoulders. Swan had a slender body, really graceful, you know? Like just standing there sucking a cigarette, she looked like she was dancing. 

Swan's cheer top was short, unlike Fox's, and only covered her full breasts. They were nice and a good handful for any man, but her waist was nonexistent above her round hips. And legs? That's where all her height came from, believe me. Long and tanned and I just wanted to lick the back of her knees, that would have been pretty fun.

Mostly I was busy getting my butt sucked by a girl who really, really knew how to do it! Fox must have had like a seven inch tongue! God! And she liked to use it too. I closed my eyes and moaned happily as she wriggled her tongue inside my well-fucked asshole, digging into the semen filled recess with obvious pleasure. This was a slut who loved eating ass and I could feel her flushed face wedged between my butt cheeks as she sucked and swallowed noisily.

I had to reach back with my hand and finger my horny pussy just because it felt so good. My hole was dripping, seriously, and the wetness spilled around my fingers as I shoved two of them inside my steaming twat. The sensation of Fox tongue fucking my rectum, while my pussy clamped down tightly around my fingers, made my knees weak and I would have collapsed if it hadn't been for Fox. She held my ass with both hands, digging her fingers into my soft flesh and I pushed hard, trying to force as much of that dirty cum into the girl's hungry mouth as I could.

"That's enough," Swan said after only three or four minutes. "The bell's gonna ring."

I looked over my shoulder, breathing hard as I immediately missed the girl's tongue. Swan had grabbed Fox by her hair, yanking her by the ponytail so that Fox looked up all red-faced and smiling. Swan covered her mouth with her own, kissing Fox deeply and getting a taste of my cummy asshole for herself. They didn't make out for long though. The bell did ring and I wasn't even sure where I was supposed to be for my next class.

"We'll meet you back here," Fox told me, wiping around her wet face with her fingers.

"After class," Swan agreed. "You better hurry."

"Yeah," I nodded, pulling my thong back up and looking around for my schedule. It was on the floor, but at least it wasn't wet or anything.

My next class was American, but knowing that didn't exactly help me find it. They hadn't bothered putting room numbers on my schedule and I walked quickly down the hallway looking at the names on the doors. At least I knew my teacher was Miss Wright and it kind of sucked being five minutes late for her class, but I figured I could milk the "new girl" excuse for the first day at least. 

"Ma'am?" I peeked into the classroom after knocking and most of the kids inside were the same ones I'd seen in Mr. Himmler's room.

"You're late," Miss Wright stared at me.

"Yes Ma'am," I lowered my eyes because she was a total Domme! "I, um…got lost."

"You must be the new slut," she sighed, making it sound like I'd ruined her whole day. "Very well, come inside and close the door."

"Yes Ma'am."

"In this room, you'll address me as Mistress. Kneel," she commanded, pointing at a spot on the floor with her riding crop. "I'll address you as cunt."

"Yes Mistress!" I knelt quickly, facing her thigh-high boots with my back to the class.

"Lick my boots, cunt," she ordered me. "Get all that cum off the leather."

"Yes Mistress," I agreed softly and she did have a lot of cold, tacky semen on her boots, too much for just one load. Probably from the previous class, I thought, and I wondered if she'd been rewarding the boys or punishing them, or most likely both.

Aside from her long, black boots, Miss Wright wore a gleaming corset in black leather, of course. It fit her athletic body very well, with the laces pulled snug so that her pale tits were pushed up with a lot of cleavage. She had a leather thong pulled tight against her shaved sex, the bottom of it pulled tight enough that it split her ruddy pussy lips before disappearing beneath and between the cheeks of her ass. 

Miss Wright had brown hair, or maybe dirty blonde as it was pulled back severely from her beautiful face and pinned up with a silver hair clip. She wore dark red lipstick and a lot of dark eye shadow and mascara around her coffee colored eyes. They weren't black, but almost and I avoided looking into them anyway. Most teachers were Dominant and so none of this surprised me, but it was pretty obvious that St. Obeisance didn't have enough sluts to keep the faculty entertained.

"Back to our lesson," Miss Wright said, walking towards the whiteboard. "The last great movement in American literature was the Sexual Renaissance…"

She spoke while I hastened to follow her, shuffling along the tiled floor on my hands and knees. My new Mistress plainly didn't expect me to stop licking her boots just because she was teaching! I managed to find a good spot behind her as she wrote on the board and I licked at her heels quickly, dragging my tongue across the leather and gathering what little semen I found there. Most of the stuff was on her toes, but I'd have to wait until she turned around again before I could go back to work on those.

I hated American anyway. I mean, everybody spoke it, yeah, but I'd never been much of a girl for reading books or anything. As long as I could read and write, I was happy, and nobody really cared if a fuck slut like me could tell you who wrote "Ode to the Soul of My Hole" or whatever. I mean, that might come in handy if I ever got on a game show or something, but what did it really have to do with sex? Not much, probably, and so my grades would be based more on how well I cleaned cum off Miss Wright's boots than how well I could recite passages from the great works of American Literature.

Heck, I'd never even been to America and I didn't know anyone who had. One of my sisters had been to Disney World once, you know, the next planet over? Going there would probably be a lot of fun and she'd gotten me a Minnie Mouse Dildo. But America? All they had there was the capital and I had no interest in politics whatsoever.

"…We mustn't forget that all women are sluts in their hearts. Whether they toil in the fields, sweat in the factories, or birth our children, a woman must never be trusted. They must never be admired or esteemed by virtue of their gender alone. They are sluts in their hearts and worth less than the semen from which they sprang…"

Some boy was reading from the play "Our New Town" and I'd heard it before. I'd even been in that play a couple times, back in elementary school. I always played Jane, the girl who gets raped in the back of the hay wagon by her Uncle. It was a good role and I liked it because I didn't have to memorize a lot of words, mostly I just had to say no a lot and scream in the beginning, but then I had to start saying yes and moan at the end. So it took some acting skill and for only being a little kid, everybody said I was a pretty good actress. Probably they said that to everybody though.

"Very good, Thomas," Miss Wright said once the boy finished. "An excellent reading, and now that we have a class slut, I think your efforts deserve a reward."

"Cool!" the boy chuckled as Miss Wright slapped my ass with her crop.

"Crawl over to Thomas, cunt. Suck his cock," she told me, "and don't make a mess when he cums either."

"Yes Mistress," I answered promptly, crawling towards the boy who stood beside his desk with a broad smile on his face.

He looked like any other fifteen year old boy, kind of gangly in his jeans and t-shirt as his body struggled to grow into manhood. His cock had grown, that was for sure! Thomas had already unzipped his pants and his semi-hard cock stood out from the opening like a pink elephant's trunk. A small elephant. It was only about five inches long, but surprisingly thick and I licked my lips as I crawled between the desks to reach him.

"I'm glad she's here now," a pretty girl said and she was definitely not a slut, but I'm sure she'd sucked a cock or two. Probably without much enthusiasm, judging from the look on her face.

"No kidding," the chubby black girl I'd seen in the bathroom agreed and she'd been sucking a boy off in misogyny class, which was why she'd been rinsing her mouth out afterwards.

I don't know if all girls are sluts in their hearts or not, but for sure a lot of them aren't sluts anyplace else. They couldn't really say no to a teacher though, obviously, and a girl did have to learn her place. But that didn't mean they had to like it either. Most service girls, which was like most of the girls, spent their whole lives never getting fucked. Except maybe in school, I mean. But as adults? Nah. Most of them weren't all that attractive and they were all sterilized anyway, so there wasn't any point in trying to knock them up or whatever. They just made stuff work and served everybody else, and spent most of their time being lesbians and fucking each other.

Every service girl I'd ever met had been a lesbian and I wondered if they were bred that way.

Most of the rest of the girls were breeders. They were mostly cute and had really good genes and all that. Big hips and fat tits and all that stuff. They got fucked a lot! All they ever wanted was to be pregnant and so they spent most of their time trying to get as many dicks inside them as they could. In their pussies, I mean, because swallowing sperm didn't do anything but give a girl a little extra protein. Breeders general hate sucking cock, except as foreplay, and anal sex really pisses them off. Ass fucking a breeder, especially one that's ovulating, is like a punishment for them. Stupid breeders. 

They didn't even have real Masters, most of them, they were all owned by the state and that had to suck. I'd never been to a farm, but I'd heard about them. You know, breeding farms where they kept all those girls barefoot and pregnant, milking their tits to feed some other breeder's babies. Some of them were just cows really. Like if a girl made exceptionally good milk, they'd just keep her hooked up to a milking machine for the rest of her life. So long as they milked her, she'd keep making the stuff and never ovulate again. That had to be serious torture for a girl who just wanted to pump out babies as fast as she could make them.

I like Daisy Milk, which comes from a breeder named Daisy, and her smiling face is on all the cartons. Her milk is thick and not too sweet the way some of the others are. It's good for dunking cookies in and really good for making milk shakes! Of course Daisy doesn't make all that much milk, maybe a few gallons a day, so I had to get kind of lucky to find it on the shelf. Everyone has their favorites and I wasn't the only person who liked hers. But the other brands were okay, you know, and if there wasn't any Daisy Milk, I'd try and find some Susan or maybe some Rachael, except she could be a little bitter sometimes. Kind of tangy too and her milk was better on cereal because I liked to put a lot of sugar on my cereal anyway.

 

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