Agatha Allbut The Bimbo Squad Ch 08 Departures
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Stella’s mind was in a whirl. She had ran from the laundry room with Ben’s laughter ringing in her ears. As the last vestiges of her orgasm drifted away, she slammed the door to her room falling heavily upon the bed, gasping for breath. Her virgin pussy was red, swollen and sore from the vigorous fingering she had received, and her jaw ached. She could still taste the sperm in her mouth, and she swallowed again.
She couldn’t believe or accept the sheer intensity of the feelings that had overwhelmed her. It was her first-ever orgasm, and it had shaken her to the core. And, to her deep consternation, realised that it was the moving fingers in her ass that had pushed her over the edge.
The school day was about to start, and with trembling fingers, she began to button her blouse. Her underwear had been abandoned in the laundry room, and she had no others, so she would have to go without. Ordinarily, this would have horrified her, but in view of what had just occurred, it no longer felt like a big deal. The black microskirt came next, and she slid it slowly up her shaking thighs, accepting that it would barely cover her prominent, shaven mound.
The blouse was sheer and only emphasised her huge tits, her nipples showing dark against the material. It was sluttish and obscene, but until her clothes were returned it would have to do. A part of her felt grateful to Mistress Amelia for lending it to her.
Stella was thoroughly ogled as she entered the classroom, and a murmur of appreciation swept through the assemblage. These were the third-year 22-year-olds, and she moved quickly to the back of the class. Ben Jones grinned at her before beginning the lesson, and she could scarcely believe that less than an hour ago she had been eagerly sucking the sperm from his jerking cock.
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‘So, you had your fingers up her twat then?’ asked Amelia during the lunch break.
‘Too right,’ replied Ben sipping his coffee. ‘After a little encouragement, she was bucking on my fingers like a fucking bronco. I could have fucked her there and then.’
‘Why didn’t you then?’ said Amelia. ‘I mean Bannister wants her back as a cock- hungry slut. The sooner she loses her precious cherry, the sooner we can start training her.’
‘I’m enjoying the game,’ Laughed Ben. ‘Just because I could have fucked her doesn’t mean that it was the right thing to do. I pushed her as far as I thought was prudent. Too much too soon could put her back weeks. Sticking her in those clothes was pure genius, and I have a little surprise planned for her this afternoon to enhance her education. By the time I’ve finished with her, she’ll be dripping for it.’
They laughed, touching cups in celebration; things were moving along very nicely indeed.
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It was purgatory for Stella. In her temporary role as Teaching Assistant, she was expected to support the students but each time she leant over a table to help, her pendulous breasts would rub an arm, or touch a desk, immediately hardening her nipples. Her blouse would also sag under the weight, exposing even more tit-flesh to the hungry gaze of the sex-crazed pupils. It became worse as she realised that her bent-forward position presented the lower half of her ass and was mortified when a camera phone was pushed crudely between her legs resulting in an almost perfect photo of the deep split of her pussy. Even Ben Jones laughed at that one but respectively asked that the photo be deleted. Stella was almost sure that it was not, but didn’t push the issue. There was something about the thought having her bare pussy masturbated over by forever-horny young males intensely erotic.
The afternoon lull was disturbed by an excited pupil bursting into the lecture room.
‘Mr Jones sir! It’s Billy Thomas; he’s on the floor in agony!’
‘Good grief,’ muttered Ben Jones. ‘Stella, deal with it for me, would you? I’m a little busy.’
‘This way, Miss!’ cried the boy, and Stella rushed to keep up, perfectly aware of her bouncing breasts. Stella found Billy Thomas in the foetal position on the floor of the boys’ toilet, naked with his hands pushed between his legs.
‘It’s my balls Miss; they’re killing me.’
‘Killing you?’ Echoed Stella, ‘What’s wrong with them?’
‘Mistress Amelia forbade me from masturbating; I haven’t cum in ages. I need to cum Miss, really badly.’
‘Blue balls.’ Said his friend. ‘Do it for him, Miss, it’s the only way.’
Stella had seen videos and heard of such things and reasoned that it was probably a similar action to the blowjob she had given Ben Jones earlier that day. Still, it was with some reluctance that she reached out for the hugely swollen prick that jutted obscenely from the boy’s groin. Billy sat on the floor, spreading his legs and lifting his knees, displaying his immense splitter and heavy balls in all their glory.
‘Rub it, Miss. Do it quickly and hold my balls.’
Stella did as she was asked moving her hand quickly across the rigid cock, sliding her pre-cum slick hand over the grossly swollen cockhead eliciting a groan from the boy.
‘Your tits Miss, I need to see your tits.’
Stella still remembered how the sight of her tits had brought the boy off in Amelia’s office and quickly unbuttoned her blouse feeling her tits swing free, wholly exposed. Billy Thomas’s eyes burned into her naked breasts as she masturbated him, the pre-cum now pouring freely from his gaping slit.
‘Am I doing it right, Billy?’ She asked, gently squeezing his balls as she rubbed him ever closer to what was sure to be, the most potent cum of his life.
Billy could only gasp and tremble in response as his body spasmed through his explosive orgasm, his hot and virulent spunk splattering wetly across Stella’s tits and belly.
Stella had been caught unawares, staring directly into the gaping slit of the cockhead as the surging spunk burst from the rigid shaft. The first blast caught her on the cheek, and she turned her face away, unwittingly exposing her breasts to the scalding jets as he hosed her tits with his pulsing load. Stella had closed her eyes but could still feel the wads hitting her huge melons and running in rivers to drip reluctantly from her turgid nipples.
‘I need a towel,’ she eventually managed to say.
‘Leave it.’ Replied a deeper, more mature male voice. It was Ben Jones. ‘Billy, rub your spunk into Stella’s virgin tits, would you? And pay particular attention to her nipples.’
Stella’s body had stiffened at the sound of Ben’s voice and knew that she had an audience. She dropped her hands and allowed herself to be molested. Billy’s hands roamed freely across her ample bosom, testing their weight and smearing his copious spunk into her heated skin. Thoroughly wetted, she stood before Ben Jones seeing the lust in his eyes. She caught sight of herself in a mirror, seeing the light reflecting off her cum-soaked tits.
‘Do your blouse up and return to the lecture room.’ Said Ben thickly, and Stella did as she was told, seeing the blouse stick transparently to her chest. She didn’t care. She was an animal now, and her body was not her own. It was there to be used and abused for the pleasure of others, and she welcomed it.
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Stella was on sexual overload. After class had finished, she rushed back to her room and masturbated furiously on her bed. She couldn’t believe what had happened to her over the last few days, the tumultuous events that had flooded her staid and repressed existence with a blaze of light and colour.
There was only one direction open to her now, and with some trepidation, she tapped gently on Mistress Amelia’s door.
‘Stella, please come in.’ She said, ‘How can I help?’
‘I need you to help me,’ she began nervously, ‘I don’t think I can do it on my own.’
Amelia smirked. ‘I see. And how would you have me help?’
‘Tie me down with straps to a bench, so I can’t get away. I want to be fucked, Amelia. I need it so bad, but I can’t find it within myself to give myself to a man. If I can’t move, then I have no choice, do I?’
‘None at all. You’re sure this is what you want?’ Replied Amelia.
Stella nodded. ‘It has to be this way.’
‘Very well then; I shall arrange it. It will be a man of my choice, and you will have no say in the matter. Once you are securely strapped, you will not be able to stop what is to occur. Do you accept?’
‘I do.’ She whispered, lowering her gaze.
‘Then go and get some sleep. I will send for you after classes tomorrow evening. You will come to this office naked, having walked through the empty corridors alone. Be punctual; I will not tolerate lateness.’
Stella nodded sadly and left the office. Amelia picked up the telephone and called Ben Jones. ‘It’s happening Ben; Stella came to me and virtually begged me to get her laid, and I want you to sit in on it. That little bitch is going to get the ride of her life.’
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Stella’s resolve was beginning to wane as she stared nervously at the contraption before her. It consisted of a padded wooden bench with a jumble of straps and restraints, none of which made any sense to her. Mistress Amelia’s office had been cleared for the event, and Ben Jones was standing ready to assist in strapping her down.
‘This is your last chance to back out Stella.’ Said Amelia. ‘You may return to your room if you wish.’
Stella shook her head without conviction. The naked walk from her room had set her on edge, and the ribald comments from the sparse scattering of pupils had done nothing to ease her nerves. The thought of running the gauntlet again was unthinkable. Reluctantly, she took her place upon the bench face down as directed. A cushion was placed beneath her stomach, and her legs were spread and tightly strapped. A hidden mechanism was operated, which bent her knees and raised her bottom, presenting her perfectly. Stella found herself completely immobile.
A door opened, and a hooded man entered. His was large and portly with a mass of black body hair. A huge erect cock wagged before him; it’s sizeable cockhead glistened wetly as it stared blindly at her from the gaping slit. Stella shuddered in revulsion and yet felt herself becoming damp; the man was an animal, a bull, and this was a breeding. At least, that was her fantasy; Amelia had assured her that the pill she had given her, would eliminate any chance of pregnancy.
‘What do you think,?’ Began Amelia. ‘Isn’t he a stallion? Look at those balls, hot and full of nice creamy cum for you. He cums like a fountain; you’re a fortunate woman Stella.’
Stella wasn’t feeling lucky as the fat cockhead was rubbed up and down her soaking slit. A tentative push caused Stella to gasp as her unused fuckhole began to stretch around the bulbous knob. The cock was removed, and Stella found she could breathe again, only to scream in agony as the turgid organ was thrust fully home, splitting her hymen and driving deep into her sopping wet cunt. She couldn’t even flinch as the barrelling cock filled her fuck-channel, punching hard into her cervix and eliciting a loud groan from her assailant.
Amelia knelt before her, cupping her tear-stained face in her hands. ‘Is it big Stella? Do you like big cocks? He’s deep inside you now. Give me your tongue, my sweet.’
Amelia kissed her long and hard, and Stella found herself responding. She longed to move her hips and found that she could do just that, as a strap was relaxed. She rolled her bottom, feeling the cock inside rolling with her, tearing her hymen some more and causing fresh waves of agony to surge through her loins. A curt nod from Amelia and the man began fucking her. Amelia pulled away and moved behind her with Ben.
‘The man’s a beast,’ said Ben, ‘where on earth did you find him?’
Amelia smiled. ‘In the family home; that man is her father and a major contributor to the school. He’s been trying to get into his daughter’s cunt ever since she started growing tits. He wanted to send her here many years ago, but her over-protective mother wouldn’t hear of it, so he concocted a plan to have her sent here on a pretence.’
‘But her boss Mr Bannister?’
‘Was complicit. I’m sorry I lied to you, Ben, but it was necessary to preserve the surprise. Once her father has emptied his balls, she can be sent back to Bannister. Hopefully, as a cock-hungry slut. A pregnant cock-hungry slut.’
‘But I thought- ‘
‘The pill was a placebo, Ben. She very fertile.’
Ben laughed. ‘You absolute bitch! That’s bloody perfect!’
‘Not quite Ben but it soon will be. Now watch, I believe he’s about to cum.’
Stella’s father was fucking her furiously, his thighs slapping hard into her upturned bottom. He leaned forward, his large calloused hands seizing and crushing her wobbling tits as he growled her name in her ear, his spunk gushing in streams into her bruised and abused fuckhole.
Stella’s head hung limply, and she barely noticed his departure. Her cunt was sore, liquid and swollen, and she knew that it would never be the same again. She barely flinched as a thin syringe was pushed into her ass, and a large quantity of grease deposited there.
Amelia beckoned a naked student forward and whispered in his ear. ‘You know what you have to do, Marcus. I take it your father has explained things to you?’
Marcus nodded. ‘I’m to fuck the shit out of my sister’s ass Mistress.’
‘Indeed, you are Marcus. Now get to it and ream the bitch well.’
‘Pure gold.’ Muttered Ben, as Marcus took his position behind his sister.
‘Marcus has been a student here for three years.’ Said Amelia. ‘The only way I could guarantee that Stella wouldn't bump into him was to keep her in your class as an assistant. His mother thinks that he’s working at his father’s office in London.’
Stella screamed at the sudden intrusion and struggled violently, which only aided the cock’s steady descent into her bowels. Once fully inserted, Marcus began a constant pistoning motion, rocking his solid cock in and out of his sisters clasping ass.
‘I think she’s starting to like it,’ said Ben with a grin, ‘Look how she’s moving against him.’
It was true; the pain in Stella’s pussy had become a dull ache, superseded now by a terrible stinging fullness in her ass. But there was something else, something incredibly erotic about the ass-fucking that Stella had never considered, and she found herself pushing back against him, feeling her ass expand to the controlled thrusting of her brother’s cock. As his movements became more urgent, Stella could feel her own orgasm building, driven forward by the filthiness of the ass-fucking and the knowledge of being watched. But she couldn’t orgasm like this, could she? Not like this, not with a cock barrelling into her stretched ass? Stella groaned in delight as she felt the cock explode inside her, spattering her walls with its copious load, leaving her on the very cusp of orgasm. The cock pulled free, and Stella’s greatest humiliation came five seconds later as she moaned, groaned and finally screamed, brought off by the feeling of hot cum dribbling out of her speared ass.
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