It was amazing what Sarah’s new-found fame and riches could do. We had reached the day of the event, and everything had fallen into place. A large office building, standing completely empty since the home working phenomenon had started, had been very easy to rent for the purpose, and to convert into a makeshift ‘classroom’ by simply pushing the desks into rows, and setting up a large desk and lectern at the front, together with a digital overhead projector and screen.
Conveniently, the building was directly opposite Sarah’s old college, which lent a slightly authentic air to the makeover the room received.
The plan was simple, and one Sarah was extremely excited to execute. She was going to recreate the scene of a lesson at college, albeit a particularly unconventional one. There was no script as such, but I knew Sarah had a rough plan as to how she wanted things to go. And Sarah would always make sure it went just as she wanted.
The prospect of being solely responsible for capturing all of the action, given the multiple cameras and microphones I now had at my disposal, was daunting, so I was pleased when David the retired glamour photographer agreed to come down to help again. He brought his son, Alex, who had followed him into the family business. With their help we set up seven fixed cameras at suitable locations all over the set, and each of us had both still and video cameras on our person. As such, I decided this was going to be the first of Sarah’s events during which I wasn’t going to be holding a camera at all.
Although she didn’t talk about it much, Sarah had mentioned that the last few months she worked as a teacher had been a constant battle between her professional side, which continued to teach and direct her students towards the excellent grades most received, and her slutty side, which meant that large parts of her class were spent daydreaming about revealing her growing nymphomaniac self to her just-turned-adult students.
Indeed, on the day she’d been forced to leave after being outed by her unexpected appearance on the cover of ‘Aphrodite’ magazine, she’d returned home extremely worked up, having stood in front of the class and announced how pleased and proud she was to be on the cover of the magazine, and spread naked across the pages inside. And that she was also working in the local lap-dancing club, Park Lane.
Since I’d known her, Sarah had always had this proclivity towards younger lovers, enjoying their unbridled, unspoiled lust. And in particular I knew that making herself totally available to her former students was right at the top of her ‘to-do’ list. So today was a really big deal for her.
In total, seventeen of her former students, all male, had accepted the invitation to attend today. And all had taken the offer of an invite to bring up to two friends with them. This meant forty-two eager young men would be arriving in the next few hours.
However, Annette had rightfully expressed a fear that Sarah would wear these boys out on her own — it was something she’d been known to do before, and her website was full of footage which proved just how much cock she would eagerly take. This wasn’t just Sarah’s day, Annette, if possible was looking forward to it even more than Sarah.
As promised, Sarah had extended the invitation to the members of her website. The criteria were quite simple: under twenty-five (Annette’s preference, but very much approved of by Sarah), clean (everyone had to have an STI test before arriving), and a photograph, together with a paragraph or two about why they wanted to attend.
Sarah had passed this task over to Annette, who had spent more than a week selecting first ten, then after encouragement from Sarah, twenty, then thirty young candidates. But after a slightly drunken evening, when Sarah expressed surprise at Annette settling on such low numbers, a further twenty lucky names were selected.
So, additional to the forty-two of Sarah’s students and their friends, a further fifty handsome (as decided by Annette) under twenty-five year old men were winging their way to this plush office building which was now transformed into the site of a sex orgy, Several bathrooms were available, smaller offices were now changing rooms. The main, plush meeting room was Sarah and Annette’s dressing room, and was occupied by a professional make-up artist, just as Annette had requested.
Aphrodite magazine had got wind of the event, the location of which was quite strictly guarded to avoid unwanted publicity. At their request, a representative of the publication was fairly prominently positioned at a large table near the entrance, offering discounted subscriptions. There were also piles of recent issues of the magazine, particularly Sarah and Annette’s special editions. Annette had expressed a keen interest in providing signed copies, having been very taken with Sarah’s tales of signing copies for her students in the newsagent recently. Sarah also loved this idea.
The main area was separated by a dividing wall, on one side Sarah’s makeshift classroom, with a large comfortable couch and a leather bench of sorts at either side. At the other side of the divider was a small stage in the middle of the area, with plenty of seating around, as well as an identical open-ended leather bench. Additionally, a mattress was thrown onto the floor — I knew this was a specific request from Annette.
The walls had been adorned with a several giant images of both girls, naked and spreadeagled from the pages of Aphrodite. There were also six LCD screens, showing footage of Annette, Sarah and Holly and Juliet in action — admittedly a lot more of Sarah, as so far Annette only had the one video, and the girls two.
“Wow, this is something else, and look at Holly go!” Annette gasped as she arrived to a scene of her daughter receiving a huge load of semen in her face on the big screen just across the lobby, swiftly followed by another from the other side.
“Ninety-two lads, on their way here right now,” she breathed excitedly. “Forty-six each, by my calculations?” she winked at Sarah.
“I’m happy just with my students, to be honest,” Sarah stated, generously. “I mean, if you need a hand, I’m happy to help, but don’t feel like you need to hold back on my behalf. You take as many as you like.”
“Don’t mind if I do,” Annette said with a wicked laugh. “Oh, this is really real, isn’t it? I’ve hardly slept a wink. Holly’s been winding me up something rotten, said there’s no way I could have as much fun as she and Juliet did the other week. She asked me to thank you again, by the way.
Holly and Juliet had arranged a gangbang of their own, with Sarah’s help, just a few weeks earlier. It was a much smaller affair than this was turning out, but the girls had loved it, their preference for older men being respected with twenty-eight gentlemen between the ages of thirty-five and nearly seventy years old enjoying these insatiable eighteen-year-old sluts. The footage was playing on one of the screens right now.
“Come and see our dressing room,” Sarah said excitedly, grabbing Annette’s hand and pulling her away from the scene of Juliet cleaning her daughters face with her tongue as she was fucked from behind.
The event was advertised to start at 12pm. We were anxious not to attract unwanted attention, so those who arrived early were ushered inside by the security staff (Sarah’s contacts from Park Lane lap-dancing club again proving useful there), and offered a seat on one of the many couches in the lobby. Most were pleased to grab a free copy of Aphrodite and shared their time between flicking through the pages and taking in some of the intense sex on show on the big screens. Some chatted politely, most were silently taking in their surroundings.
The exception to this were Sarah’s ex-students, who arrived mostly in one group, a little after twelve. Their appearance changed the feel of the place, and this spread to the others who began talking amongst themselves until a nice atmosphere had built up. Groans and cheers were heard in response to the action on the screen, Holly and Juliet’s performance proving of particular interest to the many young men who were attending Sarah’s English class with these girls only a few months previously.
At twelve-thirty sharp, everyone had arrived, save two stragglers who apparently were flying in especially from New York. Their flight was delayed by several hours, so there would be no waiting for them.
Sarah and Annette emerged, and a murmur became a roar, with whistles and applause as they walked through the lobby, the group following closely behind. Both girls ascended the small stage in the area separate from Sarah’s ‘classroom’ and waited patiently for everyone to gather round. David and Alex were already buzzing around with their cameras, getting plenty of footage.
Sarah looked almost exactly as she would have done on any given day in college. I used to watch her get ready in the morning and these clothes were what she wore daily. The only slight modification was a black push-up bra under her white blouse, and I thought maybe one more button undone than she’d have had for a college day. The result was a lovely cleavage, glimpsed in tantalising detail as each movement revealed just enough to leave you yearning for more.
Her legs sported seamed stockings, and I knew that under her knee-length skirt she was wearing a black, lacy suspender belt. The last time I’d seen her she was debating whether or not she should wear knickers. Her hair was bunched up at the top of her head, and she wore her usual thin, wire framed glasses. Her lips were scarlet and she looked as sexy as I could ever remember her.
Whilst Sarah had gone for the sexy and sophisticated look, Annette had cut straight to the chase. A shiny black PVC corset which pushed her already impressive breasts skywards was matched with thigh-high boots of the same material. Her smoothly waxed pussy was completely on display, she had decided against any other underwear of any description. To round it off, a black choker adorned with the word SLUT spelled out in small silver studs completed the ensemble. If you could draw a picture of a sexy, older lady who had been looking forward to letting herself loose on a roomful of young men for weeks, Annette was it.
“Hi guys!” Sarah shouted over the noise. She waited as they became silent. I was intrigued to see the reactions of her ex-students, as a lot of them also knew Annette to a degree. Jack, who Annette used to babysit for in her younger years, had his eyes glued to his mother’s good friend, proudly advertising herself as a sex object for the rooms perusal. I wondered if Suzanne, Jack’s mother, had made him aware that Annette had her blessing and was looking forward to fucking him.
Philip, who I’d recently found had been Holly’s first boyfriend, and to whom she’d administered her first blowjob, was similarly taken by his ex-girlfriend’s mother’s very obvious intentions for the day. I found myself torn, I was obviously going to watch Sarah in action, I always would, but I was grateful for the many cameras which meant that there should be nothing missed today.
“Thanks everyone, so much for coming,” Sarah began as the noise died down. “There’s two missing, no fault of theirs, there’s been a delay to their plane from New York. Imagine that, people flying over from New York just for us!”
There were a few cries from the crowd as others from even further afield made their presence known.
“Yes, of course, I’m sorry. We have people here from Europe, Canada, and even one guy all the way from New Zealand. Where are you?”
A tall, slim man in an all-blacks rugby top raised his hand tentatively, to a round of applause.
“I can’t tell you how pleased we are that you’ve all made it. I hope you like what we’ve done to the place,” Sarah gestured around at the pictures on the wall and the screens upon which footage of her many previous adventures continued.
“We don’t have a lot of rules,” she continued, “other than just do what you are told, by myself and Annette. Unless you aren’t behaving, we’ll usually be telling you something fun, trust me. But you will have noticed my friends who will happily remove you if you don’t know how to behave like a gentleman.” The large bouncers made themselves known as eyes scanned the room.
“Please, Sarah, I don’t want gentlemen,” Annette said wickedly.
“Sorry, poor choice of words. I’m sure all of you have seen Annette in action already?” a roar went up. “OK, so please behave as you’d expect a beautiful, sexy lady like this to require you to. But just know that if you are asked to do something, you should do it. Sorry for the boring stuff, but I do just want to make sure everyone has a good time.”
A polite round of applause rang around the room.
“So, without any further ado. We’re going to split up now. As I’m sure you know, we have in attendance several of my old students. We used to share a class together just over there,” she pointed over to the college building. A stifled cheer came from the group of students, and laughter began.
“My intentions for today are very simple. Philip, Michael, Stephen, all of you lot. I’ve got a little mock-up of a classroom set up around there. I’d love you to join me and give me a chance to do what I really wanted to do when I was your teacher.”
She let them digest this, smiling at their frantic whispering.
“Whilst I have reserved seats for my students, anyone else is also welcome. And Annette here is in charge of this side of the room, to which I’m sure she’d welcome your attendance.” She directed this as a question to the amazing MILF already baring her shaven vagina brazenly.
“Welcome one, welcome all,” Annette beamed at her enthralled audience. “I’ve been waiting for this for literally months. I can’t wait to meet you all properly. Remember, patience is a virtue. It says 8pm on the invite, but the truth is we don’t need to give the keys back until Monday morning. So please, please, if you’d like to experience this,” Annette swept her hands over her incredible, PVC-clad body, “just know that I want you to experience it too. Please know that I’m not going anywhere until I’ve had a chance to meet each and every one of you — properly. But as much as I’d like, I can’t keep more than three or four of you happy at once, so those who can’t get close, watch and enjoy — I love being watched.”
This seemed to remind Sarah of something.
“Oh yes — and please don’t be shy, you are very welcome to get your phones out and record whatever footage you want to. Pictures, videos, whatever you like. We want you to share everything, wherever you like. So, make sure your friends in your Whatsapp groups don’t miss out!”
This statement brought surprised noises. It still concerned me a little. I’d discussed this at length with both girls in the weeks leading up to the event. My stance had previously been very much an ‘image rights’ one. I’d argued that keeping events such as this exclusively on the website would lead to more subscribers.
However, Sarah had encouraged the attendees of Holly and Juliet’s event to feel free to record anything they liked, and our subscriber base had continued to grow impressively. Subscriber numbers wasn’t Sarah’s motivation though.
“Dan, this is going to be me at my best, my ultimate sex show,” she argued. “I couldn’t care less if it leads to one extra subscriber or one million. All I want is anyone who wants to see it, to be able to. And those who don’t know about it, to stumble across it. I want everyone to see what a fucking whore I am, fucking my students, letting them do whatever they’ve ever dreamed of to me.”
Annette was clearly in agreement:
“When she puts is like that, oh wow! Sorry Dan, I’m with that, one hundred percent. Sharing me all over the place, having the footage right there on their phones whenever they feel like wanking over me being a dirty whore. Oh yes!”
So that was that. And now at Sarah’s instruction there were a roomful of phones trained on the stage. Today’s proceedings would be recorded in incredible detail, from every angle.
The split between Annette and Sarah’s groups was fairly even. Sarah’s seventeen students took their seats in their class, with a few spare seats taken up by their friends. Another thirty or so lined the perimeter, eager to see what Sarah had planned.
I later found that even the seating plan was as close as it could be to what it was in her old class; those sitting together here were most likely sitting together in her old classroom. This, Sarah later agreed, had added to the authenticity of the occasion.
Sarah had let the class assemble before she entered the ‘room’, carrying the same leather briefcase I’d watched her leave the house with on so many occasions previously. As if programmed, the conversations stopped as she put the bag down by the side of her desk and turned to face the class.
“Hi guys,” she began, with just a hint of nervousness. I knew that would be fleeting. “Thanks again for coming today. It really does mean a lot. All of you guys at the back, please don’t be offended if I’m just concentrating on my students, at least at first. I’ve waited for this for a long time. I’d love you to stay and watch, and if you’re patient, I’m sure I’ll be seeing you a lot closer later. But if you’re looking for attention, you might want to go and see Annette, I’m sure she won’t mind.”
A few heads turned to one of the screens, where the action from next-door was being broadcast. Annette was on her back, legs spread wide with her hand pulling the back of the head of a lucky lad who was tasting her enthusiastically. All around her cocks were being freed and presented to her. We couldn’t hear what she was saying, but the look on her face indicated she was encouraging this behaviour.
Despite this inviting prospect developing just a few yards away, nobody moved. It seemed everyone, like me, was looking forward to watching Sarah and whatever she had planned for her students. She smiled as she realised the audience were happy with a watching brief and adjusted her blouse slightly so that her cleavage was evenly exposed.
“Well, here we are then,” she smiled at the class. “At last. I’m going to talk a bit, at first. There’s a lot of things I’d have loved to say back then, but it’s just not possible if you want to keep your job, I’m afraid. But now, this is my job.” She gestured up to the screen at her left, where she was beaming up into the camera whilst a cock was furiously brought to orgasm into her face. There was a small ripple of applause and some wolf-whistles.
“So, hopefully it won’t be too hard to take yourselves back to just a few months ago. I’ve got quite a few confessions to make. I’d also like it if any of you have anything to say about all of this. All the events of the past few months. I’d love to hear it.”
“OK. So, in all honesty I was quite the proper teacher, up until about a year ago. And then I met him,” she smiled over to me, and I flashed my teeth back at her.
“There’s no way to put it, other than he brought the slut out in me. So, I found myself coming into class full of dirty ideas, feeling ever so horny. For that full year, I must tell you that I very rarely wore knickers. I’d be sitting there, full of dirty thoughts, wearing my stockings and with a totally bare pussy, trying to keep my mind on teaching you lot.”
Michael Swinburne piped up “Well I can tell you right now, we all noticed,” he confirmed. “Didn’t we?” There was general agreement. Stephen spoke.
“Miss, when you used to come over and check our work, sometimes it seemed like you were letting me look down your blouse. Was that not an accident?”
“You mean like this?” Sarah moved across the room andeliberately leaned over in front of Stephen, chewing the top of her pen and looking over her glasses at him as his eyes delved down into her blouse.
“Just like that, yes.”
“You’ve got me. I used to do a few things like that. I’d try to stop myself from doing it too often, for obvious reasons. But Jack, I’m sure it was you, I remember very obviously, I thought, squashing my tits into your shoulder one time.”
“I’m not sure Miss, can you show me?”
Sarah trotted over, her high-heels clip-clopping across the hardwood floor. From behind Jack, she leaned into him, her right breast pushing very firmly into his shoulder.
“Oh yeah, I remember now,” Jack grinned, to the laughter of the others. Sarah was back at her desk.
“But that’s about it, all I could dare myself to do. All I’ve been thinking since is what a missed opportunity. Which is what today’s about, I guess. So, what I’m going to do it this.” She made her way over to the whiteboard and grabbed a marker.
“I’m going to write on here all of the things I’d like to do today. I love talking about it, and I want to hear what you think as well. And anything that you want me to do, or you want to do to me, shout up and I’ll add it to the list.”
So firstly, this is something I came really close to doing on more than one occasion but didn’t have the guts.”
Sarah wrote on the whiteboard: ‘Let students glimpse up skirt’
“Remember I was hardly ever wearing knickers. The thought of one or more of you getting an eyeful as I ‘accidentally’ crossed my legs, sitting here on the end of the desk… so hot.”
The class murmured agreement.
“I’ve got one.” Sean had his hand up.
“Yes, Sean,” Sarah encouraged.
“Just when you come over, and you’re marking work or whatever, I’d love to just give them a squeeze, through your top.”
“Lovely idea!” Miss Clarke agreed and added it to the boy’s side of the board.
“Matthew’
“Same sort if thing, but I’d love to slide my hand up your skirt, check whether or not you really are wearing knickers,” Matthew said earnestly. The boys were doing well, and Sarah smiled
“I’d love that too, Matthew,” she agreed.
“Here’s one of mine. I’d love you to tell me what you thought that first time you saw me up on the top shelf. Where you were, who you were with, if you bought a copy. It’s really exciting for me when I think about that stuff. Yes, Johnny?”
“I’d love you to talk really, really dirty to us. I’ve seen you do it, just it would be hot to see it in person.”
“Thanks Johnny. Talk… really … dirty,” she added to the list. “I think that can be arranged. Archie?”
“I just want to… when it all gets started, I would love to do it all over your face, Miss Clarke.” Said Archie a little tentatively.
“You want to cum in my face Archie?” Miss Clarke asked, as if clarifying a simple question in an essay. Archie nodded keenly. “I think that will be a popular one, am I right? Who else would like to cum in my face?” Several hands went up, and not just the students, many of the onlookers also liked this idea.
“Cum … in … Miss … Clarkes … face,” she noted on the whiteboard. “Those of you who don’t want to cum in my face, can I ask what you’d like to do instead? Yes Stephen?”
“I’d love to do it all in your mouth, Miss Clarke, if that’s OK?”
“That’s more than OK, Stephen. I’m just going to clarify this now, class. I’ve got no problem with any of you cumming in, or on, any part of my body. Inside my juicy little cunt is fine, up my arse, no issue.” Sarah underlined this by writing on the board: “Cum wherever you want!”, embellished with a little heart.
The blatant nature of their teacher inviting them to ejaculate wherever they pleased, either on or in her body seemed to turn things up a notch, and soon the board was full of ever filthier suggestions:
‘Miss Clarke to finger herself in front of everyone’,
‘Miss Clarke to swallow more than one load of cum at once.’,
‘Fill Miss Clarke up with three cocks at once’,
OK.” Sarah looked at the list. “I guess we’d better get started, we’ve got a lot to get through! I’m going to start with a couple of my own though. Please indulge me, and tell me more about that day, when you found out your teacher was a filthy slut!”
Sarah went around the room, listening with interest as her class each told her how they’d found out about her that day. Most had just heard the rumour going around school. Some had spotted her on the top shelf when popping into the shop that morning. Sachin admitted he was the one who bought a copy, which was soon circulating the recreation room at the college.
Sarah was intrigued to learn that so many people had been having a good look at her pictures. She’d done much, much harder material, but I knew the thought of her students poring over the pictures of her spreading her legs and holding her juicy cunt open would be driving her crazy.
Sure enough, as the boys continued to talk about that day, Sarah stopped them for a moment.
“I’m just warning you that I’m about to start going through the list,” she explained. “There’s no reason we can’t multitask here, and I’m really enjoying listening to what you can remember about that day. Remember, you are more than welcome to take pictures, videos, anything you like. And I’d love you to share it around, show it to anyone you like. But in case you miss anything, there are cameras all over the place as well as Dave here making sure nothing is missed. Sorry, Ewan, please carry on.”
As Ewan told of how he’d found a copy of Aphrodite that his dad had bought under his parent’s mattress, Sarah casually readjusted her position. Even from my position at the back of the room I could make out her stocking tops as she crossed her legs, and at least half the class would have been able to see right up her skirt. Not content with that, after thirty seconds or so she repeated the exercise to the other half of the room, most of whom had trained their phones on their teacher, presumably videoing her antics.
She then took to the floor, crossing another couple of things from the list as she allowed Sean to have a good grope of both her breasts as she leant over him to check his ‘work’. Matthew then was able to conclusively confirm Miss Clarke was absolutely knickerless, she gyrated shamelessly as his hand slid right up her skirt, in between her legs, and stayed there for some time before breaking away with slight reluctance and heading back to her desk, leaving Matthew with two glistening fingers which he immediately sucked clean.
“Well, we’re doing well with the bucket list,” she commented. “Now I think we can tick of another couple.”
To an audible intake of breath, she unzipped her skirt and eased it down over her pert buttocks, shaking her arse tantalisingly as it fell to the floor. Kicking it to the side of the room, she turned to face the class, hands on hips, bare pussy confirming that no underwear had been deemed necessary today. She was smiling broadly – I’d rarely seen her so obviously happy.
Facing her class, she sat on the edge of her desk, then pulled her knees up to her chest, before pulling them apart and placing each high-heeled foot as far away from the other as she could manage, leaving her completely spread wide for her class. Her black stockings and suspender belt framed her totally hairless cunt, Juliet having waxed the whole area for her only a few days previously.
“That’s it, lads. Please, get some pictures. Make sure everyone gets to see this. Your English teacher spreading her legs for you all and showing you her bare, juicy little cunt. Does that look nice?”
There was no verbal response, just slightly awestruck nodding. I half expected to see some of them drooling at the sight, inviting as it was. Sarah had moved onto the ‘talk really dirty’ item on the agenda.
“Look at this, boys,” she held herself open, glistening, damp and pink, with a roomful of hungry eyes devouring the sight.
“This tight little cunt, look at it. There’s been so, so many cocks, tongues, fingers inside here, class. So many hard cocks pumping up inside me. And I’m going to get so many more today. All of you, anyone who can get hard, you are so welcome to come and fuck this little tight hole. Ohhh..”
‘Miss Clarke to finger herself in front of everyone’ was now underway. It fitted in nicely with the previous item, which was still ongoing.
“Oh god, what would you have thought, all last year, if you’d known what I did on my summer holidays. I was such a little cum whore. Just a week before I was teaching you language analysis, I was spending a whole day being fucked all over my hotel room by anyone who wanted me.”
Her fingers had begun to squelch as she pumped two in and out with increasing frequency.
“You wouldn’t believe it, such a filthy whore I was. Fucked all day and all night, they went out and invited any old stranger back who fancied a go. Covered me in cum, all of them. Then the next week I’m standing up in front of you like butter wouldn’t melt. You had no idea what a fucking slut I am!”
She had reached a frantic pace now, and I struggled to see anyone who wasn’t recording the action on their phone, just like she asked them to.
“Fucking hell, I’m so fucking horny. Is anyone hard yet? Anyone want to come here and stick their cock in me?”
This was the cue for the class to gather around. Michael’s trousers stayed on his seat, he was naked from the waist down and simply stepped up to Sarah’s extremely inviting, dripping little hole and slammed right to the hilt in one stroke, causing her to gasp in ecstasy.
“Oh YES,” Sarah screamed. “That’s what I need, thanks Michael. Fuck your whore teacher however you feel like it. Bring that hard cock over here, Sachin!” The dirty talking was halted by her mouth being filled with Sachin’s cock. After a few minutes they switched, Michael sampling Sarah’s mouth and Sachin clearly delighted with the feeling of her slippery little cunt as he set about fucking her hard.
Before long Michael had ejaculated with relish in Miss Clarke’s mouth and was quickly replaced by Sachin, who followed up with another large mouthful for her. I didn’t know many of the other names, but one of them decided he was next to ease up into my girlfriends dripping little cunt. From there it was all a blur, but I remember it was rare to see Sarah dealing with fewer than four cocks at any one time, she had one in her mouth, one up her cunt and one in each hand constantly.
It was Matthew who first broached the subject of breaching Miss Clarke’s anus, and he received enthusiastic agreement when he suggested it. For the next half an hour or so her vagina was forgotten as several of her students patiently waited to sample her smaller, tighter hole. But this wasn’t enough for Sarah and at her instruction they assumed the position of satisfying both holes simultaneously.
After an hour or two most of her students had ejaculated either in her face, her mouth or inside her cunt or anus. By this point the thirty or so onlookers had begun to filter down to Sarah’s desk, as she was running out of students to fuck. There was a very clear injection of fresh impetus as these reinforcements took their opportunity to get inside my very willing girlfriend.
Sarah had started her orgasm, it seemed, when the first of her students had penetrated her. And it hadn’t stopped since. She’d been constantly uttering filthy encouragement, suggestions and observations all the way through this long-awaited fuck. Dave the photographer had been diligently filming throughout, along with every onlooker who wasn’t actually fucking Sarah, it seemed.
I had very deliberately remained detached from the whole affair, as there’s only one result for me if I try to get involved when Sarah’s on heat like that — instant orgasm. The longer I don’t cum, the more I enjoy myself. After at least an hour of just absorbing the absolute filth that my girlfriend so eagerly became when surrounded by so many cocks, I decided to retreat to the other side of the room, where Annette was entertaining the rest of the cocks she’d invited.
If Sarah had seemed in ecstasy, then Annette was in nirvana. She was on her back on the leather bench, lying atop one young man who was very firmly penetrating her, whilst a second was squeezing his cock alongside the first, completely filling Annette’s shaven cunt with cock. Judging by the frothing white mess they were stirring up inside her, and also the extra glossy sheen her PVC outfit sported, she’d already encouraged many loads of semen from her admirers. Her face and hair were soaking, and there were many spent bodies littered around the couches and chairs, perhaps trying to recharge for another try at Annette’s amazing body.
I spotted Jack and three of the others sitting on a sofa, eyes glued to the screen. All were naked, but hiding their modesty behind towels whilst obviously towing with themselves underneath. I went over and introduced myself, before realising they must have known who I was — on screen Annette was accepting my cock down her throat whilst noisily reaching orgasm courtesy of Sarah’s tongue and a beer bottle.
“Yeah, we know who you are,” Jack replied with a smile. “The luckiest man in the world!”
I modestly agreed, but suggested they were pretty lucky themselves – I’d just witnessed each of them taking their opportunity to fuck my girlfriend, which they’d clearly enjoyed as much as she had.
“Yeah, but we’ve waited for months. And it may never happen again. You get to fuck that beauty whenever you feel like it.”
“I know, what a life,” I agreed. “I tell you what, though, if I’d had a teacher like her at your age, and she turned out to be even a tiny bit like Sarah — Miss Clarke, I’d have been a happy lad too. And now you’ve all fucked her! How does it feel?”
All of them beamed their answer, they were still a bit dazed by the whole thing but clearly very much delighted to be there.
“I’m going to be honest,” said Stephen. “I hope you don’t mind, well I can’t see how you would, seeing that everyone’s fucking her… but I must have wanked over your girlfriend — her pictures I mean — a hundred times. Everyone has, I reckon.”
Sean, Jack and Johnny nodded their agreement.
“The only other person to come close, as a wank fantasy, was Holly’s mum,” Sean confirmed. “The first time I ever got hard, it was…” he looked at his friends a little self-consciously, “it was in the swimming pool, years ago. Holly’s mum was there in this white bikini. It already showed off a lot of flesh, and when it got wet you could just about make out her nips. She kept coming up out of the water, sitting on the side, nobody could take their eyes off her. I swore to everyone back then that she was flashing me on purpose. Maybe I was right.”
“Today is like a dream,” Matthew agreed. “I don’t mind saying it — I’m the same. First time I ever wanked it was after one of Holly’s parties. At the end, her mum was bending down, picking things up, I could see right down her top. And we all knew then that she’d been a page three girl. Remember Michael emailed around the pictures?”
It turned out that three of these four had spent their formative years masturbating furiously over Annette, and, more recently, all of them over Sarah, too. Annette was only dealing with one cock right now, so I suggested she would do a better job than they were doing at coaxing forth another erection from the boys. Despite the video playing which now showed Annette taking a load of my sperm in her face, they were tentative in approaching. I took the lead.
“How’s it going, Annette?” She’d been in her own little ecstatic world, an athletic looking young black man hammering into her from behind. Once her eyes focussed on the five of us approaching, her face broke into a look of delight.
“Dan! Oh, and look who you’ve brought along. Hi boys!” Her heavy, firm tits were swinging invitingly, occasionally a nipple sported a string of cum as it dripped from her, the fucking she was receiving causing an occasional whimper to make it’s way into the conversation.
“Sean here was just saying he had his first erection after ogling your tits at the swimming pool,” I informed Annette. “It turns out all of them used to wank over you all the time, they got hold of your page three pictures and used to try to get an eyeful any time they could.” I knew Annette would love this.
“Is that right boys?” Annette said with mock reproach. Her eyes closed for a full ten seconds as the fucking she was receiving intensified, the perpetrator clearly reaching the point of no return. “Oh… fuck…” she groaned. “Have you all seen my video on Sarah’s site?” she questioned.
They all nodded. The lad banging so intensely into Annette from behind had slowed the pace but was now slamming into her quite deliberately and almost violently, each thrust pushing Annette’s face forwards and coinciding with a little gasp of pleasure from her red lips.
“And have you … have you wanked over me? Ohhh, yes! Keep fucking me, please, that’s soo good…. Did you like Watching me being such a dirty little slut for the camera? Tell me what you liked to see.”
The boys a little self-consciously confirmed they’d all masturbated over Annette’s performance on Sarah’s site. Sean informed her that he’d loved to see how deep she could take a cock down her throat. Matthew and Johnny had both really loved seeing her take a beer bottle deep up her cunt as Sarah brought her to orgasm with her tongue, as they’d been watching back on the screen just a few minutes earlier.
“I bet you liked that. Such a sexy teacher you had, I guess you’ve all experienced just … oh fuck!”
Annette had regular moments where she was unable to speak as the sheer pleasure from the large, hard cock hammering up inside her seemed to give her a total loss of speech. Waves of pleasure washed over her, and her eyes rolled back in their sockets before refocussing on her audience
“Sorry, I love this so much, you know. Oh … fuck … you’ve all experienced just how good Miss Clarke is — let me tell you that she’d just as good attending to a juicy little cunt as she is to a hard cock. Such a sexy girl! Jack, how about you? You used to see me all the time, did you have any dirty thoughts about me?”
Annette had, amazingly enough, discussed this upcoming event, and the prospect of her fucking Jack, with his mother. The fact that his mother gave the green light had been the trigger for this whole event being arranged.
As Jack considered his answer, the guy hammering into Annette pulled out and stood to the side of her face, presenting his enormous cock for her attentions.
“Oh, yummy, please excuse me for just one moment,” Annette purred, before hungrily taking this impressive cock in her mouth, cleaning it up and clearly enjoying the taste of herself as she did so.
“Wank yourself off right in my face please, Wes,” she asked politely. Wes obeyed immediately, shooting three or four thick loads onto Annette’s forehead and cheeks. She closed her eyes and parted her lips slightly, delighting in the warm liquid shooting into her face. Once Wes was spent, she spent a minute or so sucking the end of his cock and milking any remainder into her mouth, obviously enjoying the taste enormously.
“Thanks Wes, that was really nice,” she smiled up at him as his cock slipped from her lips. Wes retreated and left Annette kneeling up, smiling at the five of us. Although her blonde hair did not provide the same contrast against white cum as Sarah’s raven hair did, the matted nature of her previously perfectly styled look gave away the fact that it contained several loads.
As she kneeled up, her inner thighs glistened with liquid that still oozed from inside her. And her black PVC corset, which no longer covered anything and simply caused her incredible cleavage to be pushed skywards, was sporting many, many deposits of sperm, most of which had clearly been aimed at her tits, which were saturated. Jack had taken his time to consider his answer, but now had dropped his towel and was masturbating very deliberately, eyes locked onto Annette’s.
“I used to sit and look at your pictures, the page three ones,” he said. I’d get rock hard before you came over. You always used to wear short skirts, low cut tops.”
“I did. I always do. Did you like my legs? They’re still pretty good, aren’t they?”
Jack nodded. Annette was kneeling up. Sean had moved behind her, and as he nudged his cock against her bottom, she obligingly arched her back and pushed her arse up, giving him easy access to slip inside, which he did. Annette moaned thankfully but didn’t turn to see who it was who had just penetrated her. Her eyes were still fixed on Jack.
“You are still as hot as you ever were. I’ve wanked over you so many times, Mrs Bennett!”
“Oh Jack, that’s so nice to hear. I love to think of you getting rock hard at the thought of me. All of you,” she said generously, reaching out a hand to the others who had flanked her, and taking a hard penis in each hand. She then dropped her head and took Jack’s cock into her mouth, smiling up at him, clearly enjoying the look on his face as his youthful fantasies were fulfilled.
Each of the students took their turn to enjoy Annette’s mouth and vagina, and Annette encouraged them to fuck her hard whenever they showed signs of flagging. She gasped with delight as they each kept her extremely satisfied, eventually giving her another contribution to her growing collection all over her face and tits. More hard cocks were eagerly waiting in line, and took over as soon as a vacancy arose.
Annette’s anus was clearly on the menu as well, as a guy eased out of her well lubricated cunt and pushed inside her arse, clearly not the first time Annette had been fucked anally that day. Judging by the liquid that was displaced as he did this, Annette had received more than one load of sperm up her anus also. She then eagerly encouraged the lads to fuck her cunt and arse simultaneously, gasping and thanking them for their efforts.
This debauchery continued for several hours. Over time, those who had sampled my girlfriend made their way over to Annette’s side of the room. And those who had given Annette such a thorough fucking then turned their focus instead to Sarah. Both girls were drowning in cum, having received so many loads inside them, over their heads, shoulders, backs, essentially any exposed flesh they displayed had been thoroughly soaked in semen.
By about six p.m. after over five hours of constant fucking of multiple cocks, it was time for a break. Sarah, having just had two guys simultaneously give her a load over her belly and in her face, thanked them and approached me, beaming with delight and absolutely saturated in stranger’s sperm. Her eyes were red, her hair matted, and fluid dripped from any extremity and orifice imaginable.
“Having fun?” I asked the obvious question.
“Oh Dan, am I ever! I did it! All of those lads, they’ve seen me teach them, they’ve wanked over pictures of me spreading myself open for them, and now they’ve stuck their cocks in my cunt, my arse, down my throat. I made sure to swallow all of their spunk — except Phil and Alan, they both wanted to cum inside me. I’ve just been an absolute slut for them!”
“You have that!” I agreed. I felt like just pulling my cock out and adding another load to her, but resisted the temptation.
“Dan, I love you so, so fucking much,” she said with genuine love in her bloodshot eyes. “Look at all this. How many girls would have a free ticket to do all of this, and still have a loving boyfriend to come home to? You are one of a kind, and don’t ever forget how grateful I am to have you.”
Sarah already knew how grateful I was to have her and seeing her so totally happy and comfortable taking so much cock and cum today had only increased this feeling.
Sarah made her way around to Annette’s position on the other side of the room and was pleased to see that she was enjoying herself still. As when I’d been there earlier, Annette was being completely stuffed with cock, this time it was back to two penetrating her vaginally, she was face first on the bench as both cocks slammed into her. Sarah waited patiently, looking on entranced as her friend was kept at the peak of what seemed like a never-ending orgasm, before both cocks topped up her vagina simultaneously with some additional semen.
The girls gave an amazing show for a little while, writhing around in all the semen they had both coaxed from all of their guests, kissing passionately and fingering each other lovingly, whilst every onlooker made sure to capture everything on their phones. Annette took some persuading to take a break, but eventually she and Sarah disappeared together back to the ‘dressing room’.
They took the opportunity to take a shower and emerged around half an hour later, fresh looking and still looking tremendously sexy, despite them each wearing only a large t-shirt advertising Sarah’s website on one side and Aphrodite magazine on the other. Although a few guests had made their excuses and left, the vast majority remained, clearly unwilling to risk missing out on anything else that might follow.
I realised they were going to fulfil another of Annette’s fantasies now, as they headed over to the Aphrodite stand. Annette had been particularly taken with Sarah’s tales of signing dirty pictures for her admirers in the past and had put this towards the top of her bucket list prior to today. And so, the guys formed two orderly queues, as they waited their turn for a free copy of Aphrodite, and a few minutes with one of the girls, usually a few selfies, and all asking for personalised messages to be autographed across the magazine.
I knew Sarah would love this, and Annette, too, was really pleased to be able to reward her fans with a personal message.
“Mohammed… I loved taking your cock!” she ready out deliberately as she wrote, before posing for a snap as Mohammed sucked on her nipples.
“Thanks for your lovely hard cock, Tom!”
“I loved feeling your cum shooting down my throat!”
Sarah followed suit, and both girls took great delight in providing a personal memento to all of those who queued up for a signature. They were only too happy to flash their breasts or vaginas as requested, but most of their audience appeared to prefer a simple selfie with their arms around one or both girls.
Both Annette and Sarah visibly enjoyed signing for Sarah’s ex-students that little bit more, their smiles and almost loving glances at these young men giving away their delight in the situation. Each clearly knew that the filthy messages they signed across their naked pictures in the magazine would be very much appreciated for years to come.
Some of the guests had tentatively asked Annette to sign pictures of her daughter Holly, which she was very happy to do, and which for some reason I found intensely arousing.
‘Steve – You might be wanking over my daughter, but you fucked her mum!’ was one such message, signed with a smile over Holly’s centrefold, completely naked and stretching her familiar vagina open proudly, and handed back with a wink.
Once everyone had a signed copy of the Magazine, Neither the girls nor their guests felt like ending the day, so things continued into the evening. Things got moving again with a really hot lesbian show the girls put on — although they would have no doubt done the same with no audience, such was their obvious pleasure in tasting each other’s well used bodies.
During a particularly passionate session, as both girls slurped hungrily between each other’s legs, two latecomers were ushered in by the security staff. It was the two guests who’d been delayed during their journey from New York. Although they’d hardly had time to take off their jackets, Sarah and Annette encouraged them to join them, and the girls continued their loving ’69’ as each took a fresh, hard cock simultaneously.
This was really hot and the audience of around eighty men, plus the photographers, took in the scene like an art enthusiast digesting a newly discovered masterpiece. For a while the only sound to be heard was the low moaning of the girls combined with the sticky, sloppy squelching and slapping as both girls focussed on their own and each other’s pleasure, whilst the new arrivals keenly made up for lost time.
The new guests both had commendable stamina, and it almost seemed like a round of applause was in order as the two girls reached orgasm simultaneously via a combination of hard male cock and delicate female tongue.
Most, if not all of the audience had fucked each girl at least once, but many had been suitably inspired to try for a third attempt. Sarah and Annette were delighted to accommodate, and the afternoon continued into the evening with both girls kept fully occupied for many more hours.
Finally at around 10pm, Sarah reluctantly decided it was time to draw things to a close. Fittingly, Michael, Jack and Matthew, three of her students, were the last to go, delivering what must have been at least their fourth load of the evening onto the appreciative and saturated faces of their friends’ mother and their former teacher.
Posing for some more pictures for anyone who had some battery left on their phones, the girls looked almost as filthy as they had earlier that day. They’d probably taken more cumshots in the second session of the day, but the quantity of semen their guests were able to deliver had understandably reduced with each subsequent orgasm.
Nevertheless, looking at my loving girlfriend, eyes bloodshot with the sperm which was still oozing down into her eyes from her forehead and hair, still searching around automatically in case there were any further cocks for her to deal with, I decided it was time to spring a surprise I’d been planning for some time. This just seemed like the right moment.
Kneeling in front of her, and reaching for her left hand, I slipped a diamond ring onto her finger. The coating of so many men’s semen meant it slipped on with no resistance. She looked down at her hand with a puzzled look, before catching on to what I was doing.
“Sarah,” I started. I hadn’t expected what happened next. Despite the fact that she’d just had sex with so many men, fucking strangers, ex-students, eagerly encouraging everyone in the room to fuck her, ejaculate on her, and take pictures and videos all the while, my girlfriend had started sobbing like a teenager.
“You know how much you mean to me. I love you, we’re made for each other. It’s about time I got to watch people fucking my wife, instead of my girlfriend. Will you do me the honour?”
Sarah’s sobbed changed to laughter. As she raised her eyes to meet mine, I knew her answer.
“Of course I will, you fucking pervert!” She beamed through her mask of semen. She reached and felt the front of my trousers and gave me a knowing look when she found I was hard as iron.
I knew Sarah too well to expect and downturn in her enthusiasm, given that she’d been fucked countless times for the best part of ten hours. Nevertheless, the way she forced my cock down her throat, keeping her eyes locked to mine with that same look of desire I’d witnessed since the first night we met, was a sight to behold.
She knew I wouldn’t last long after the show her and Annette had put on for me today and she was right. Within a few minutes she pulled back, freeing my length from her throat and pulling it urgently, eyes begging me to let go. Her new ring was already soiled with the semen of Sarah’s many partners, but the diamond and the sperm glinted in the lights as her hand worked my cock expertly, the tip resting on her tongue as she awaited her reward.
Glancing around, I saw what seemed like hundreds of mobile phones, cameras keenly trained on my new fiancée as she’d encouraged them to do. Each of them recorded the sight of Sarah thirstily gulping down my enormous load as I shot stream after stream into her mouth. Her gaze didn’t break from mine until I was completely spent. Annette was impressed.
“Wow, Dan. How long have you been saving that up?” Truth be told, Sarah rarely allowed me more than twenty four hours to refill, but we’d deliberately not fucked the previous day in order to build up anticipation and excitement — and for me, clearly, sperm.
There were still over fifty guests present. Annette had one further fantasy she wanted to fulfil, and Sarah was delighted when she’d made the suggestion. They found a suitable spot and both girls kneeled, naked and smiling, as each guest took the time to piss all over their hosts. One by one, or sometimes in twos and threes, they washed Sarah and Annette clean of sperm, soaking them in piss in the process.
Sarah caught my eye, beaming at me again and holding up her hand, showing me the ring as it was drenched in a stream of piss aimed for her face. Annette was enjoying herself just as much, opening her mouth wide and inviting anyone who felt like it to fill it with urine, before spitting it playfully over Sarah, who did the same in return.
Once everyone was spent of any liquid they could offer, they had served their purpose and trooped out, everyone completely sated. This really was the end of proceedings. I felt for the cleaners who would be arriving tomorrow, as I took in the scene. But whatever the cleaning bill, I knew it had been worth it. Sarah and Annette had fulfilled all of their fantasies. Both girls were as happy as I could ever remember seeing them.
Listening to the pair of them on the way home, a casual observer could be mistaken for thinking we’d just attended an amazing rock concert, or spectacular sporting event, such was the adrenaline and sheer excitement on show.
Later that night, after a shower and a glass of wine, Sarah was still glowing.
“Trust you!” she laughed, still obviously delighted by my choice of proposal venue. “How many men have proposed when their girl is in a state like that. Totally covered in spunk!”
“It’s when I love you the most,” I replied, honestly. “And when I remember why we are such a perfect match.
We kissed passionately, and, I remember thinking, this was one of the only times I can remember where that wasn’t followed by some sort or sexual act. How romantic!