Mary the Teenaged Slut

Mary the Teenaged Slut - Part One

Mary Havens hurries home on a frigid Thursday afternoon. The pretty little teen with blonde braids is late because mean old Mr Hunter, her Grade 10 Geography teacher, gave her a detention. Her heart hammers in her chest as much from fear as exertion. The slender fourteen-year-old knows her parents will punish her for coming home late – the later she is, the more severe the punishment. Her small, firm breasts jiggle a little as she runs. The cool air has hardened her nipples and they poke enticingly against the soft, thin fabric of her white short-sleeved shirt—her parents won't allow her to wear a bra. The teen's short red plaid kilt swings fetchingly from side to side as she walks. Its hem is only an inch or so beneath the gentle swell of her bum. Mary cannot to go too quickly because she wears no panties—her parents won't allow her to wear any at school—not even a thong. She doesn't want her kilt to swing so high that it reveals the beautiful plump cheeks of her ass to the people on the street. Her outfit is completed by black and white saddle shoes and self-supporting white stockings that hug the curves of her slender leg and stop a few inches above her knees.

As she trots home she thinks that it was so unfair of Mr Hunter to make her stay after class. Her only transgression was sitting at her desk with her knees momentarily touching. Mary had been ordered by her father to select a desk in the center of the front row in every class taught by a male teacher. She must slide forward until her ass rests on the front edge of her seat. And she is always to sit with her legs spread wide so that her teacher can gaze at her naked pussy while he teaches the class. "You know that teachers are not that well paid for what they have to put up with," her father remarked when giving her instructions at the beginning of the school year. "So it's only fair that they enjoy a few perks from their job. The sight of your little pussy is one of those perks."

Mr Hunter had been writing on the whiteboard when Mary closed her legs for a moment to relieve a cramp in her hip. Unfortunately, the cadaverous old man suddenly turned before she could spread them again so, for only an instant, he could not see her pink cunt. Hence the detention. After the bell rang signaling the end of the school day and all the other smirking students had filed out of the classroom, old Mr Hunter locked the classroom door and returned to sit at his desk at the front of the class. He then called Mary up to see him. The young girl stood beside him and he swiveled his chair until he was facing her.

"Mary," he whispered hoarsely, his rheumy gray eyes boring into hers. "You've been a very disobedient little girl. You know you're always to sit so that I can see your pretty little snatch. I'm going to write a note for you to give to your father and mother so that they'll know what a naughty girl you are."

"Oh please, Mr Hunter," Mary said, her blue eyes wide with fear. "I didn't mean to be naughty. I was just trying to get rid of a cramp in my leg. I'm very sorry if I disappointed you but please, please, don't tell my parents."

Mr Hunter is past retirement age. He is the oldest teacher at Our Lady of Perpetual Misery High School. In fact, it was only when he learned that Mary was going to be one of his students that he decided to stay on past his sixty-fifth birthday. He found the little minx intriguing, especially because of her remarkable resemblance to Sarah, his oldest granddaughter. He smiled. "Well, maybe you can make it up to me. Lift the front of your kilt now." As Mary obeyed, revealing her lower abdomen and the plump fleshy cleft of her cunt, Mr Hunter straightened his legs and spread them while unzipping his fly. He pulled out his leathery old cock and then reached over to the narrow shelf that runs along the bottom of the whiteboard. He lifted up a three-foot long pointer—a half-inch in diameter wooden rod with a bright yellow plastic tip. He ordered the fourteen year-old to come closer and to stand with her legs further apart. Mary stood between her teacher's knees and trembled as he ran the side of the pointer up the inside of her left thigh. He moved the rod higher and higher up her leg until it came in contact with her left pussy lip. The young girl has a small silver ring anchored in the flesh at the base of her clitoris. Mary gave a little yelp when her teacher raised the pointer higher and pushed it firmly against the groove of her snatch. Her cunt lips clasped the shaft at its middle so that a foot and a half of wood extended behind her, lifting up the hem at the back of her skirt. He let go of the pointer and, to his delight, it remained in place, held tightly by the soft cleft of the young girl's pussy and ass.

The geography teacher began to stroke his cock with one hand and saw the wooden rod back and forth along the soft groove of Mary's cunt with the other. Tears of humiliation coursed down her cheeks but she could not wipe them away for she had to continue to hold the front of her dress up so Mr Hunter could admire her snatch. Mary hated that her parents force her to comply with the sadistic demands of perverts like Old Man Hunter. As he sawed her cunt with the wooden rod, he joked that he hoped for her sake that there were no splinters in the wood. He changed the pointer's angle by raising his hand a little so that the top of the rod rubbed against her clitoris. He was pleased to see that she was making the rod slick and shiny with her pussy juice.

"You know, my dear," he whispered. "You've got a beautiful pussy. Does your father make you shave it?"

"He has my brother pull the hairs out by their roots as soon as they begin to form," she replied. "My father says he never wants to see me with cunt hair, Sir."

"Yes, I agree with him," Hunter said. "A bald quim is a beautiful quim. How old were you when you got that lovely clitty ring?"

"My parents gave it to me for Christmas when I was twelve." Despite her mortifying situation, the rod was arousing Mary as it rubbed against her intimate flesh, especially when it became greasy with her cunt nectar. The old teacher's cock was now ramrod straight. A clear drop of pre-cum glistened on its purple tip before it began to run down the head of his dick.

"Tell me Mary. How old were you when you got your cherry popped?"

Mary tried to concentrate on the question but found it difficult as she neared orgasm. "On my tenth birthday, after my friends had all been picked up from my party by their mothers, my Dad and the fathers of six of the girls who attended my party raped me."

"Really? And what did your mother do while the men were giving you a birthday banging?"

"Mother, took the video of the birthday party and the gang-bang. She then handed the camera to Daddy who filmed her strapping on a dildo and fucking me with it while the men held me down. If you want, Sir, you can buy the DVD for $200.00. It's called "How Little Mary Lost Her Cherry". Mother is selling copies to raise cash to send my brother to college."

"Well, maybe I'll buy a copy. I'm sure the other teachers would be delighted to watch it some afternoon in the teachers' lounge."

As her teacher continued to diddle her with his wooden pointer, Mary's cheeks flushed and her breath became shallow. He could see that she was about to have an orgasm.

"Mary!" he said sharply. "Don't forget that you are serving a detention. You are not to cum." As soon as he said that he lowered the pointer until it was level with the tops of her stockings and then sharply raised it so that it snapped into her cunt meat.

"OWW!!!" she wailed as the pain jerked her away from the brink of orgasm. She hopped from one foot to another. Her little dance of pain amused the old man enormously. Mr Hunter stood up, dropped his pants and underwear and sat back against along the edge of his desk. He told Mary to unbutton her blouse and take off her kilt. She did this, exposing her half-developed breasts whose puffy nipples remained hard and engorged. Mary knew how much her coltish body that was blooming into womanhood excited the old man. He handed the pointer to Mary and told her to climb up onto the desk and straddle his cock. Obediently the young teen, who was barely five feet tall, came close and put one arm around Hunter's neck. He grabbed her under her arms and lifted her up so that she perched on the edge of the desktop with her feet straddling his legs. Standing straight, her pussy was level with his face. Mr Hunter grabbed her ass cheeks in both hands and pulled her crotch into his face. Her teacher snaked his tongue into the hot channel of her vagina. Loudly licking and slurping the soft flesh of her cunt. Mary heard a click when his front tooth banged against her clitoris ring. He closed his lips over the opening of her fuck-hole and sucked her sweet girl-juice into his mouth. He pulled his lips away and tilted his head back, pulling her face to his. His lips and cheeks shone with her pussy juice. He kissed her on her lips, using his tongue to force open her mouth. He then spit a mouthful of old-man saliva and young-girl pussy nectar onto her tongue and down her throat. He pulled his face away from hers and tugged down on her shoulders. She squatted, so that the mouth of her pussy was poised less than an inch above the tip of his cock. She could feel its heat on her cunt lips.

"Since you're being punished, young lady," said the teacher hoarsely. "Place the end of the pointer on the floor and its tip in your ass-hole. As you lower your cunt onto my cock, I want you lower your ass onto the pointer.

The fourteen year-old obeyed. She gasped as the old teacher's cock plowed into her narrow cunt and mewled with discomfort as four inches of plastic tipped wood invaded her tight bum-hole. He pushed his mouth against her left breast, licking and sucking her pink nipple. Mary's nose was filled with his "old man" smell – a combination of stale tobacco, body odor and Old Spice aftershave. She looked down on the top of his head. His pathetic dandruff ridden comb-over did little to hide his bald, liver-spotted scalp. After slobbering over both breasts, he raised his head and kissed Mary on the mouth again, forcing his fleshy tongue past her lips and down her throat.

If someone had entered the class at that moment they would have seen a beautiful, petite teenaged girl teacher with a three-foot wooden pointer up her ass riding the cock of an old man. The classroom was filled with the squishing sounds of old cock hammering young cunt. Fortunately it did not take long for Mr Hunter to spurt his hot seed into the little Mary's pussy. As soon as he came he lost interest in her and roughly pushed her off of him. Fortunately she had been able to remove the pointer before she landed on the floor.

He stood up and adjusted his clothing.

"I'm finished with you for now, Mary," he said. "Just remember that as long as you go to this school you are never to hide your naked charms from me or any other male, be he man or boy. Now before you go, I want you to lick any of your shit from the end of the pointer." Mary did as ordered, managing not to wretch on the taste of her own excrement. She then buttoned her blouse over her tits that still glistened with the old man's spit and quickly left the school for home.

As she nears her house, Mary is careful to keep her cunt muscles tightly clenched. Her pussy is full of her teacher's cum for she had no time to clean herself before leaving the school. Now she's afraid the cock slime will leak out of her pussy and flow down her thighs for everyone in the street to see. At last, her large Victorian house is in sight. She sprints the last few hundred feet and clambers up the wooden steps of the front porch. She stops for a moment to gather herself and quietly opens the door. Maybe she can sneak upstairs and begin her homework and they won't notice her tardiness. She steps into the foyer and creeps quietly toward the stairs that leads to her bedroom.

"Mary, you cunt, get you little ass in here!" Her father's voice booms loudly from the kitchen. The teenager's heart sinks and she meekly obeys. Her father is sitting at the head of the kitchen table. He has come home from work and is enjoying a cup of coffee and some chocolate lady finger biscuits. Mary's mother is sitting opposite her husband with a cup of coffee in front of her. Her little brother, Billy, sits between the two adults facing Mary. He breaks into a wide grin, knowing his older sister is in trouble.

"Assume the position, Mary," orders Mother. Without hesitating, the young teenager quickly removes her kilt, shirt and shoes. She stands in front of her father clad only in white stockings. Her feet are placed at shoulder width and her fingers are interlaced behind her head. She holds her elbows parallel to the line of her shoulders. She arches her back slightly so that her small breasts stand out. She can feel Billy is moving his eyes over her naked body with such intensity that she can almost feel his gaze leaving a trail of slime on her pale skin.

Once again Mr Haven wonders at the remarkable difference in the appearance of his two children. Billy is as ugly as his sister is pretty. His daughter has been blessed with a small straight nose and full red lips. Her alabaster complexion is flawless, unmarred even by a single freckle. On the other hand Billy has coarse features. He has mousy brown unruly hair. Both children have blue eyes but Mary's are large and round while Billy's are set in a perpetual pig-like squint. The boy's large fleshy nose is covered in blackheads. His skin is oily and his cheeks and forehead are covered with acne. His crooked teeth have been fitted with heavy metal braces.

"Why are you late, Bitch?" asks her father.

"Mr Hunter made me stay after school," she responds.

"Why?"

"B… b... because I closed my legs and he couldn't see my pussy," she stammers weakly.

While Mary speaks Billy stands up and comes around the table. He stops in front of his naked sister and sits cross-legged on the floor. She tries to ignore him as he grins and feasts his eyes on her. It's bad enough that Mary has to reveal her nakedness to her parents but to have to do so in front of her bratty little brother is horribly mortifying.

"You mean to tell me that you broke one of my rules?" asks her father.

"I didn't mean to Daddy! Please, I was trying to ease a cramp in my hip. My legs were together for only a few seconds."

"A cramp in my hip," her father repeats mockingly. "That's a pathetic excuse for willful disobedience."

Before her father can continue young Billy points at her sister and says, "Look Dad, Mary's got pecker snot leaking out of her pussy… ewww, gross!" Mr Haven smiles to see that old Mr Hunter's sperm has started leaking out of the his daughter's cunt. A yellow-white rivulet of thick creamy spunk is slowly flowing down the inside of her right thigh.

Mary's mother speaks up, apparently oblivious to her daughter's humiliation. "Mary," she says, how long will it take you to finish your homework?"

"I don't know, maybe couple of hours. I've got to write a history essay," her daughter answers.

"Oh my," says Mother. "It's already five-thirty and if you start on it right now, you'll have finished your homework just in time to get ready. Later tonight Daddy is dropping you off at Mr Castle's. He's having a stag party for his brother and wants you to entertain them. I don't think you'll have time to eat your supper before you have to go so have a snack now."

"Your mother is right, Cuntlet," says Mr Haven to his daughter. "A snack will give you the strength you'll need tonight. Would you like a ladyfinger?" Despite everything Mary is hungry and says yes. Her father picks up a narrow chocolate-covered biscuit from the plate in front of him. He leans toward his daughter and runs the cookie up her thigh until it is coated with Mr Hunters cock slime. He slowly takes it away from her leg so that a thin ribbon of the old man's semen dangles between her skin and the cookie for a moment. He holds the ladyfinger in front of his daughter. She looks to see that the entire top of the biscuit is coated with a thick layer of sperm.

"Open wide," orders Dad.

She does and he plops the ladyfinger onto her tongue. Mary is used to the taste of cock-slime and without hesitation chews the cookie, mixing her teacher's jism with the cookie crumbs before she swallows. Mary's father feeds her two more cookies. By the time he scrapes the goo from her thigh with the second biscuit, there is no more sperm on her leg, so he hands the biscuit to young Billy who coats it by sticking it into his sister's cunt.

As her daughter chews the last biscuit, Mrs Haven tells Mary to get a drink. The girl goes to the cupboard and takes a glass that she carries to the fridge. On the top shelf is a sealed plastic pitcher with Mary's name printed on it with a permanent marker. She pours herself a glassful of what appears to be buttermilk from it. She then returns to the kitchen table where she is allowed to sit on the chair her brother vacated. The young teen has been taught to hook her feet around the bottom of the front legs of any chair she sits in. That way her cunt is always exposed and slightly open. Twelve year-old Billy remains sitting on the floor but has spun around to look at his sister's gaping pussy. He slides forward under the table until he is resting his chin on the seat of her chair. Mary can feel his hot breath on her cunt. "Gosh, Mary," he says loudly. "Your pussy smells like Granddad's cum." The mention of Granddad brings back memories of last Christmas when the old man spent a week with the family. Mary's job was to suck his cock whenever he wanted. Mary thought that he must have been popping Viagra like peanuts because he made her blow him at least six times a day. The old pervert made her spit his cum into a glass bottle that he told her to keep in the fridge. By Christmas day the bottle held more than a cup of the old man's cock slime. Mary remembers with horror Christmas Eve. When mother served the eggnog, the old man made his granddaughter warm up his sperm in the microwave and drink it instead. When she microwaved her grandfather's cock juice, its sharp smell filled the kitchen.

Mary shudders at the memory and takes a long drink. When she puts down the glass her upper lip is coated with a "milk" moustache. The white liquid in the glass has a slightly yellow tinge, making it look like buttermilk. In fact, it is three parts regular whole milk and one part piss from her brother or father. The fourteen year-old is used to the taste because she's been drinking it since she was ten. In fact, she has been consuming this vile liquid for so long that she can tell by the flavor, which of the two has contributed his piss.

As she drinks she tries to ignore young Billy who has put his finger in the cunt slime that has oozed out of her pussy to form a small puddle on the seat between her legs. He amuses himself by tracing his initials on her belly.

"So tell me, Mary. How was your day?" asks Mother.

"It was OK I guess. Except for Mr Hunter's detention," she replies. Billy is now pressing his oily nose into the cleft of her cunt. Mary tries to ignore him as he begins to lick her cunt lips.

"Well, dear. You know you deserved it." Mother continues. "After all, a slave like you must never disobey an order from your father or anyone else in this family for that matter."

"Yes, Mother."

"Did you have time to eat the lunch I prepared for you?"

"Yes," Mary shudders. She remembers the tomato and cheese on whole wheat that mother prepared that morning. However, instead of mayonnaise, Mrs Haven spread both slices of bread with a thick layer of Billy's cock grease. She recalls coming into the kitchen that morning to find her mother on her knees deep throating her son. She watched as her younger brother groaned and emptied his balls into his mother's mouth. After his cock slipped from her lips, Mrs Haven stood up and walked over to the counter where the ingredients of Mary's sandwich was spread out. Mary watched with disgust as Mother stood with her head over the two slices of bread and opened her lips, releasing a long greasy ribbon of boy cum onto both of them. "First cum of the day," mused Mrs Haven. "Wonderfully thick and aromatic."

"I didn't have much time to eat the sandwich," Mary recalls..

"Why not?"

"Well, just before lunch Mr Givens called me into the gym where the senior basketball team had just finished practice. He told me that the team had won a big game last night and he wanted me to reward them by sucking their cocks and swallowing their goo. I went into the boys' locker room and stripped down. Then I joined the team in the shower. I kneeled in a corner while, one by one, each boy came over and shoved his cock in my mouth."

Billy pulls his face from his sister's crotch long enough to ask, "Tell me Sis, does the spunk of a black player taste different from a white guy's?"

Mary ignores him and he goes back to gnawing and sucking on her cunt lips. The young girl tells her parents that she sucked ten cocks before lunch. "Oh yes. That damned Johnny Robbins pissed in my mouth after he came. Of course, all the other boys found that amusing and they surrounded me and showered me with piss. It's a good thing I was naked and already in the shower. At least I had time to soap off before lunch."

"That's nice dear," says mother, unfazed by her daughter's tale of degradation. "Now hurry up and finish your drink and then scoot off to write your essay," says Mother.

Mary puts down her glass and tries to stand up. "OWWW!!" she and her brother cry out simultaneously. Billy has got one of the wires from his braces hooked into Mary's clitty ring so when she tried to stand up the sensitive organ stretched painfully. She also pulled her brother up by her pussy until he banged his head on the bottom of the tabletop. Both parents laugh as they watch their children struggle to separate. Mary finally frees herself. Billy crawls out from under the table with a sheepish grin on his face while his sister stands up and heads for her bedroom.

"Just one minute, Cuntlet," says Mr Haven. "I've not forgotten you're to be punished. Come with me. You're doing your homework in the cellar." Reluctantly she follows her father down the basement steps. Billy follows them. The cellar has been outfitted to be a combination recreation room and a torture chamber. In one corner is a massive wooden desk. On it is everything she will need to do her homework, including a computer. Attached to the monitor is a small TV camera. Similar cameras dot the walls of the room. There is no chair at the desk. At a nod from Dad, Billy quickly takes off his clothes and puts on a blue ski mask. He is to "help" her with her homework. The twelve-year-old is already two inches taller than his older sister is and he outweighs her by at least twenty-five pounds. Mary's eyes are drawn to her brother's cock. He has inherited their father's prodigious manhood. Only semi-hard, it is more than six inches long.

Billy stands beside the desk so that Mary can see him. "You're real lucky, Mary-Cunt," he says. "You've got an job tonight and Dad said that I can punish you but I can't mark your body. Otherwise I would use the strap on your pretty little ass. Hell, I think Dad's wrong anyhow. I bet a lot of men would be thrilled to fuck you if your ass was one big bruise." He laughs and runs upstairs at the call of his mother.

Mary continues to type furiously. While being buggered, she realized that she could support some of her weight with her hands that rest on the desk while her fingers fly over the keyboard. This relieves some of the pressure on her back. Mary knows that her father would have caught her cheating but her brother is too slow witted to notice. Billy returns with a video camera. While she works, he moves the camera over every nook and cranny of her body, giving the Internet viewers detailed close-ups of his sister's bound nakedness.

Mary is very intelligent and in a normal family would be the pride of her parents. Despite her painful bondage, she manages to type a good essay on the effects of emancipation on the economies of post-war Confederate states. She can concentrate on her work despite knowing that possibly thousands of perverts are sitting at their computers masturbating at the sight of her punishment. Mary works quickly, spurred on by the pain her bondage has ignited in her body. After only ninety minutes she is finished.

During this time her twelve-year-old brother invited his neighbors, Tommy and Don, down to help torment his sister. The boys stripped and put on ski masks. While Don buggered the poor girl, Tommy amused himself by slowly lifting the candles so that they almost fried poor Mary's nipples. It didn't take long for Don to empty his load in her ass. He then sealed his scum inside her by shoving the butt plug back into her. Tommy tired of torturing Mary's breasts and contended himself with standing beside her head. Holding his cock inches from her face, he feasted his eyes on her naked body. In no time a long, hot stream of sperm slammed into the girl's face. She blinked her eyes furiously to clear them of of hot cock slime and kept on typing.

Father comes down and tells Billy to release his sister. The teenaged girl has little time rest for she must get ready for work. She is allowed to shower and she washes herself inside and out. After drying off she joins her mother who is waiting for her in her bedroom.

"Mary," says Mr Haven. "Mr Castle is going to have you for the entire night so bring your toothbrush and make up with you. I washed your uniform while you were doing your homework and packed it for you to wear to school tomorrow. Mr Castle said his driver would drop you off. Remember your manners and show you're appreciation to the chauffeur by sucking his cock during the trip to school."

"Yes, Mother."

"Now. I asked Mr Castle if he wants the fourteen year-old maiden or the fourteen year-old slut tonight. He said you are to be the slut. So put these clothes on and I'll do your make up. It doesn't take Mary very long to dress. When she is done she looks at herself in her full-length mirror. She is wearing red satin shorts that leave the bottoms of her ass cheeks exposed. The material is so thin and the shorts so tight at Mary can see her cunt lips outlined by the fabric– what her brother calls "lip" shorts. Her top is a tight white T-shirt that her mother shortened with scissors so that it ends an inch below her nipples, revealing the bottom halves of her breasts. The garment has the words "Mary Cocksucker" embroidered across its front in red silk thread. She has put on blue sandals with platform heels.

She goes into the bathroom and applies her make-up. When she is finished the image that stares back at her from the mirror is one of a young whore. Her lips are painted bright red and her eyes are heavily made up. She paints her toes and fingernails with the same shade of red as her lipstick. Next, she inserts several cheap earrings in her ears. One pair consists of an erect silver penis dangling from a fine chain. She puts on a gold I.D. necklace so popular with teenaged girls. Instead of her name, the letters of her necklace spell out "Cum-Slut" in golden script. Finally, she inserts a metal stud into the centre of her tongue.

She goes downstairs where her mother helps her tease her blond hair into a shaggy mop. Mrs Haven steps back to admire her daughter who looks every inch the teenaged hooker. Mary follows her Dad to the Lincoln Navigator and they drive off.

As they drive Mr Haven explains that Mr Castle is hosting a stag party for his brother who is getting married. She and a few other girls are to be the entertainment. While he explains this he makes his daughter take his cock out of his pants and give him a hand job. After he cums in her hand, he instructs her to smear his sperm over her cheeks and forehead. "It gives you a healthy glow," he jokes. After half an hour they arrive at the large mansion of Mr Castle. Before she gets out of the vehicle, Mary puts two pieces of bubble gum in her mouth. She knows that this will add to her image of a slutty teenager.

She walks up to the large front door and rings the bell. Soon a large black butler opens the door. He welcomes her back with a smile and takes her small bag while ushering the young girl into the house. Mary can hear the voices of men talking and laughing. The servant leads her through the house and onto the large terrace overlooking the grounds that surround the mansion. There are ten men sitting around a large table. Mr Castle is one of them. He smiles when he sees Mary.

"Gentlemen," he says. "Let me present part of the entertainment for this evening. This is Mary. Later on she'll be joined by a few colleagues." As he talks Mary saunters over to Mr Castle and perches on his lap. She smiles at the men and loudly pops a big pink bubble. She can feel the men feasting their eyes on her body. Mr Castle has already moved his hand up her thigh and insinuated his thumb under the hem of her shorts and into her cunt.

"What do you say, Gentlemen. Shall we have young Mary here begin with blowjobs all round?"

Mary drops to her knees. It's going to be a long evening.

………………………End of Part One