Sarah Porter's Schooldays

Chapter 27. In which Sarah meets a Gentleman

"Port," shouted Murphy as Sarah hurried into her dorm.

"Murph," Sarah replied as the two naked schoolgirls embraced.

"What happened? Where were you last night? How come you weren't here?"

Sarah let go of Murphy as she thought about the rapid-fire questions. "Come on, let's talk as we wash." She took down the small mesh bag from her cupboard, took her friend's hand and walked with her to the showers.

"I missed curfew last night because my detention went over time. It was my fault, my behaviour was pretty bad," Sarah said with chagrin. She lathered the shampoo in her hair as she spoke, remembering the same service she had performed for Miss Peach minutes before.

"I spent the night in a small cage in the housemistress' bathroom with all of my holes filled. When I woke up this morning I ate Miss Peach's pussy and then bathed her and then I was dismissed. And that‘s pretty much it," she finished matter-of-factly.

As she scrubbed her body under the delicious hot spray of the showers, she looked at her young friend who had remained silent. Both Murphy and Mitchell were absentmindedly washing themselves as they stared at her. Sarah felt immediately self-conscious and looked down.

"Sorry Port," Murphy apologised seeing her friend's obvious discomfort. "It's just that... how can you talk about it so... well calmly. I mean weren't you scared?"

"No," Sarah replied a little bewildered. "Why would I be scared? It's all part of being a slut and besides I deserved it."

"But why?"

"Because I missed curfew. I broke the rules and so I deserve whatever our superiors decide."

"But it was hardly your fault you missed curfew, you were in detention," replied the clearly exasperated girl.

"Murph, come on. I was in detention because of my behaviour so it was my fault. But my detention was only doubled because of my lack of manners. Murph you can't blame anyone else for anything that happens, you know that."

"I guess."

"Murph trust me, being a slut is about knowing your place and it is our place to serve. Right now we are just learning and we are lucky we have such great teachers. it might not be easier once we are trained and know how to behave but it will be better."

"I trust you," Mitchell pitched in as they left the showers together.

"Thanks Mitch," Sarah said, squeezing the busty teen's hand.

They each took a rough towel and dried themselves in silence, each girl having a lot to think about. Sarah was a little worried about Murphy. She said she accepted what she was and what that meant for her new life, but Sarah was not so sure it was completely heartfelt. She could not do much more for her friends but keep trying to set an example. She was not sure Mitchell truly got it either. She seemed a lot more accepting but Sarah had a sense that Mitchell was treating it all as some kind of game, or as if she was playing a role in a movie. Sarah was no expert but she knew the only way a slut could truly do her position justice and make her owner proud was if she devoted her mind, body and soul to it.

She dressed and checked her appearance in the mirror before turning back to Murphy. The Irish girl was simply stunning. Sarah knew her cuteness could not hold a candle to Murphy's almost supernatural beauty. Her alabaster skin and flame-red hair made it difficult for Sarah to look away whenever she was near.

"Murph?" Sarah waited as her friend straightened her skirt and blouse before looking up. "Murph I know it doesn't seem like it because of all the infractions and detentions and stuff but I know we are all sluts here and I know that we owe a duty to our owners and teachers and to society really to be the sluts we were meant to be. Do you understand? I mean, that sounded wrong and I am not trying to preach or teach you or anything like that but I know you will be a great slut and I guess I just wanted you to know that."

Murphy looked at Sarah as she spoke. She could see how sincere her friend was, how she was speaking only from the heart. She only wished she had Sarah's conviction. It wasn't that she thought that there was some kind of a way out, that she had any control over the direction of her life. It was just that she was having serious trouble with being a willing participant. She could not bring herself to believe that all women were sluts and that she was naturally inclined. She would be a slut, because that is what her life had become. That is all she had accepted.

The pretty, Irish schoolgirl leaned over and gave Sarah a brief hug. She whispered in Sarah's ear, "thanks Port, you are a great friend." She gave her one last squeeze before they left the dorm for another day of schooling.

Miss Peach was waiting for the house to assemble. Sarah and Murphy quickly took their places in line and were soon dismissed. Hinka was the last to join the ranks and received numerous new welts on her thighs. For some reason the German girl always struggled with the morning muster. Sarah felt bad for her but not being a morning person was no excuse for poor behaviour.

Breakfast passed without event. After her liquid diet of the past 18 hours she was more thankful than ever for the delicious, solid, porridge. This morning there was an extra treat of sliced banana threaded throughout the porridge. Sarah had never been too interested in bananas, she had always disliked the squishy consistency, but on this particular morning she devoured every last piece and wanted more.

The Trinity students had become quite adept in their cleaning duties and the food hall was cleaned swiftly and without fuss. Once finished Sarah took her place in line and marched to their first class. For the first time since their semester had begun they would be at their first class ahead of time. Sarah had glanced at the clock before they left the food hall and they had an entire eight minutes of extra time. 

The moment they arrived outside Miss Watson's door they were called to enter. Sarah filed in and stood by her seat, following the now regular schoolday morning routine. The class sat as one at Miss Watson’s order. Sarah naturally spread her legs, obediently adopting the seated attention position. She knew that Miss Watson could now see under her skirt, stretched tight across her thighs, to the tiny white panties cupping her pussy. She had changed so much since her training began. Instead of worrying that her teacher could see up her skirt, she now hoped that Miss Watson liked what she saw.

"We have quite a number of corrections to get through this morning so we shall begin immediately. Olsen, one infraction," Miss Watson said as she collected the cane.

Sarah sat behind her desk and watched intently as Olsen, Cox and Murphy received one cane stroke each. Murphy's beautiful white skin was marred by seven deep red welts that ran across her buttocks. Sarah wondered if the individual strokes she had received would be visible. She had received so many that they had overlapped across her behind. They caused a continual ache that had been with her since her very first morning at Harkwood. Sitting, watching her classmates receive their correction highlighted the ache in her own buttocks.

"Porter, seven infractions. Which has also earned you a third detention this afternoon. You have also earned a punishment session to which you will report on Sunday morning."

Sarah cringed when the number of her infractions was announced. She dutifully scanned her eartag at Miss Watson's computer and made her way to the platform at the front of the class. Without stopping, she stepped up and assumed the correction position, wondering what her classmates were thinking as they viewed her bruised buttocks.

Sarah grunted as the first cane stroke smacked against her bare flesh. The pain was excruciating but she did not move her feet an inch. It was her fault she was receiving these cane strokes and she would not compound her failure by losing position. Sarah was more sure than ever that she would never become used to the pain, but she would use it to become a better slut.

At the fourth stroke Sarah was crying openly, by the seventh she was squealing as the cane landed on her already painful globes. She stood up, thanked Miss Watson for her correction and took her seat, where she sat internalising the agony in her buttocks as the rest of the class received their correction. Every single girl received at least one stroke. But no one else received more than two. For the fourth day in a row Sarah had incurred far more infractions than any other student.

"Mitchell, Cox, Taylor, Shah and Ness. You are to report here at the cessation of classes today. This directive takes precedence over any extra time penalties you may accrue during the course of the day. These penalties will be seen to after all other tasks."

Sarah's curiosity was piqued but she knew she would not be receiving any further information on this development. Miss Watson stood in front of the class and surveyed her students. Sarah could not take her eyes off her teacher today. The tall woman was dressed in a tight-fitting pale-green blouse with a stiff bodice that looked almost like a corset. It had the most pleasing effect of pushing Miss Watson's ample breasts high upon her chest. A soft, flowing skirt of light brown came down to her knees. Sarah thought that she had never before looked as lovely, though it was something else entirely that had caught her eye.

An elaborate choker of silver and black was fitted around her teacher's throat. It was a beautiful piece of jewellery that reminded Sarah of a collar. She thought that the decoration of Miss Watson's throat made her infinitely more alluring. She had to resist the urge to reach up and touch her own collar and felt sure that if her hands had not been behind her back she just might have done so subconsciously.

"During our first lesson today we will be focusing on cocksucking. You have learned and practiced the basic techniques over the past few days. Today's lesson will contain an informal testing component. When the bell rings we will be joined by Gregory, who will be conducting the assessment. Gregory is a gentleman and as such is your superior. I should not have to tell you that but I know how easily distracted a slut can become. You will obey each and every command you are given and it is not only your cocksucking that is to be assessed today."

Sarah's eyes widened at the mention of a man entering the class. Not only that but she knew that the assessment would mean that she would be sucking a real cock. For the first time she would not only be seeing a cock in the flesh, but she would be expected to not only suck it but to use all the knowledge she had gained in the last four days. It was very early in her training and she hoped that she had learned enough. The apprehension of the situation warred with her excitement at the prospect.

"Stand. Undress, bra and panties in the bag, blouse and skirt hanging. Move by file."

Sarah stood with the rest of the class and began to undress. She was not entirely sure what 'move by file' meant but she focused first on removing her uniform. She placed each item on her desk and it was not until she saw Olsen walk past her to the hooks by the door that she understood. Once Olsen had returned to her desk, Cox moved to the door to deposit her uniform. In less than 3 minutes the entire class was naked, except for socks and shoes, and standing at attention by their desks.

"Sit."

As one the class of eighteen teenage schoolgirls sat upon their small round stools, legs spread and heads held high. After only a few moments, during which Sarah's mind was consumed by the pain in her buttocks, both old and new, the door to the classroom opened. Sarah grit her teeth and kept her eyes focused forward, though many of her classmates were not so disciplined.

"Clark, Hinka, Casta, Shah, Winkle, Hassel, Carew - infraction. Eyes forward. Porter, go to the supply room and collect two small pegs for each slut who received an infraction. Place one on each nipple and return to your seat."

Sarah stood up and went quickly to the back of the classroom. She tried to move as sensually and gracefully as she could, doing her best to impress. As she turned to the back of the class she had managed to catch the briefest of glimpses. The man was tall, slightly taller than Miss Watson, and broad-shouldered. He had dark blond hair and was clean shaven. Any more than that would have to wait until she had finished her task.

Sarah silently opened the supply room door and went straight for the box which she knew held the small black pegs. How many girls had been naughty? Sarah ran through the names in her head - seven. So fourteen pegs were needed. She pulled out the box and removed the pegs, holding them all in one hand. She left the room, being sure to close the door on her way out.

Sarah strode purposefully towards Carew, the girl at the very back of the class and leaned over to place the pegs upon her nipples. She stood to one side and bent slowly at the waist, hoping that by doing so she was allowing her superiors the best possible view of what she was doing. Sarah chose one small black peg, opened it up and placed it over Carew's right nipple. The frightened schoolgirl's nipples were not hard and Sarah had to push the peg into her breast to seat it properly over the nipple. Carew gave a soft, barely audible moan as the jaws of the peg closed over her tender flesh.

Sarah did not look at any of the girls as she clamped the pegs over their waiting nipples. She hoped that her classmates bore her no ill will for she was only doing what she was ordered, but she knew what teenage girls were like. Besides they deserved it for breaking position, Sarah thought to herself. As quickly as she could Sarah finished applying the pegs and returned to her seat. It was only then that she had her chance to finally see the gentleman who was to be the focus of their lesson.

Gregory was a handsome man. He exuded masculinity, with his strong jaw and broad shoulders. As Sarah watched, he removed his shirt to reveal a strongly muscled chest. Sarah felt her nipples harden, tightening the surface of her breasts. At the same time she felt her pussy begin to moisten. She laughed a little to herself at the fear she had felt at being a lesbian. The mere sight of a man had made her instantly aroused, the familiar fluttering in her belly completing the sensation.

Sarah was mesmerised as Miss Watson stepped forward and removed his pants. Sarah saw her first cock bounce free as her teacher carefully folded the pants and placed them on her leather chair. Every eye in the class was firmly fixed on the already hard cock that was displayed before them. Sarah glanced quickly at Miss Watson, noting that she was standing at attention to one side of the platform. She thought no more of it as she turned back to the cock.

It was similar to her dildo and yet so different. The cock was not quite as large as her dildo but it was still almost eight inches in length and easily as thick as the one on which she had been practicing. From where she sat in the front row, she could see the veins standing out along the shaft and the slight upturn at the end of its length had her intrigued. There was a liberal tuft of pubic hair above the cock but the balls were clean. As she watched, the entire cock bounced gently and Sarah wondered how that was happening.

"First slut, front."

His voice was deep and sonorous and Sarah felt a tightening in her belly at the command. She saw Olsen stand up and move to stand in front of Gregory. He stepped to one side of the platform and turned side-on to the class.

"Kneel and begin."

Olsen stepped up onto the platform and knelt in front of the hard cock. Sarah could see her nervousness but this was perhaps the first time that she envied Olsen's place as the first girl.

"Your eyes should be on the cock at all times," Miss Watson said as she watched the class watching Olsen perform. "The only time a slut's gaze is not firmly on any cock available is when she is keeping her eyes forward."

Sarah did not need to be told, her eyes had barely left the stiff member from the moment of its unveiling. She watched as Olsen took the head into her mouth and began sucking. Sarah unconsciously critiqued her technique as she slowly took more of the cock into her mouth. It was not long before the young girl began to pump her mouth on the cock. Sarah was mesmerised, until only a few minutes later, Gregory spoke.

"Four. Sit."

Olsen took her mouth off the cock and resumed her seat. Sarah was not sure how it was being scored but could guess it was out of ten. She could tell as she watched that Olsen's technique left a lot to be desired. It seemed as if she was slowly building up to something but she had obviously taken too long.

Cox lasted a similar amount of time and scored a six. Sarah felt a strange churning feeling deep in her pussy when Murphy was called up. The Irish teen engulfed the cock as soon as she received the order to start. Sarah blushed and quickly closed her mouth as she realised it was open, her lips moving in time to her friends actions. She could feel Miss Watson's gaze upon her like a physical force, but she kept her eyes resolutely on the action.

Sarah could not be sure but she thought Murphy had been allowed to perform much longer than the previous two girls. When she was awarded a seven and told to sit, the scope of the situation was brought home to her. Her belly tightened into knots as she realised that she was next. She was only moments away from her first contact with a cock, in fact her first contact with a man in any sexual way. She was confident in what she had learned but she felt deeply nervous about putting it into practice.

"Next slut," ordered Gregory.

Sarah stood up, her knees shaking with trepidation. Even through all her nervousness she felt the wet squelch between her legs as her pussy left contact with the hard plastic seat. She blushed furiously as she felt a wet string of her pussycream swing forward and impact against her thigh. Watching her classmates suck cock had aroused her mightily. She had produced an amazing amount of cream, enough to create a thick puddle on the black plastic seat and to continue to stream from between her plump pussylips as she made her way forward.

"Begin."

Sarah squatted in front of the naked man, knowing that if she knelt she would not be able to reach his upturned cock. It was a permitted position for a smaller slut to adopt while sucking cock. Once her buttocks rested on her ankles she took the cock into her mouth. Her entire body shivered as the hot member made contact with her skin for the first time in her life.

A gentle moan of pleasure escaped around the thick shaft. The sensation was amazing. The shaft was soft, yet hard and the warmth in her mouth was delicious. She never imagined it could be this way. Practicing on dildos could not possibly prepare for a real cock. The silky smoothness of the head felt wonderful as her moist lips slid across it. She pumped her mouth along the shaft, playing her tongue around the head, employing all the techniques she had been taught. The young schoolgirl soon settled into a rhythm, deepthroating, pushing her nose into the soft tuft of pubic hair with each third thrust.

Sarah kept her eyes on the shaft as much as she could, though her mouth never once lost contact with some part of the cock. When she could not see any of the shaft she looked straight ahead, noticing the moisture beginning to mat the pubic hair, a combination of her, and her classmates' saliva. As she slid her mouth along the shaft Sarah could taste a hint of something different. There was a slight salty flavour in her mouth, which became stronger when she flicked her tongue around the head and darted it into the tip.

Was this the taste of cum, or the precum that she had heard about. It was quite a pleasant flavour and Sarah wondered what the full taste of a man's cum would be like. She had heard a lot about it in her previous life and none of it had been good. But she had heard very different things since coming to Harkwood, things in which she now put much more weight.

Sarah brought herself back to the classroom and the task she had been set. This was her first chance to showcase her training. The fact that it was her first ever sexual encounter with a man was irrelevant. She slid her mouth up and down the pulsing shaft, pushing the cock far back into her throat. She wanted so badly to lift up her hands and caress the thighs and hard stomach of the gentleman before her, but she kept them obediently behind her back.

Sarah shuddered with pleasure when she felt two strong hands rest on either side of her face. Her skin felt as if it was on fire everywhere he touched. The young schoolgirl serviced the cock as best as she could but she luxuriated in every moment she had the cock in her mouth. The comforting, safe feeling, she experienced whenever her mouth was filled was there but there was something bigger and more intense that threatened to consume her.

"Eight," called Gregory as he slowly forced Sarah's face from his cock.

Sarah's mouth remained open and her eyes were fixed firmly on the saliva coated cock, strands of the sticky drool reaching from her mouth to the head, tethering her to the cock. She slid forward one last time, inhaling as she did so, sucking the saliva into her mouth like a good slut. She hesitated for the briefest of moments before she stood up and went back to her seat. She saw the large puddle of white cream on the small round stool and knew that the moment she sat down she would be adding to it. Thick threads had been smeared across her thighs as she walked back to her desk. Sarah was surprised there was not an audible squelching noise as she moved.

She sat down, spread her legs, and returned her gaze to the hard cock at the front of the room. Clark was already kneeling in front of the naked man, staring in obvious nervousness at the thick member that stood mere inches from her face. As Clark's mouth closed over the head, Sarah realised that she had just been in the same position: in front of a class full of teenage girls sucking a complete stranger's cock. Her face flushed a deep red as she thought about what she had just done. She had not spared it a moment of thought while she was out there, confronted by a hard cock and the opportunity she had been given to show her training.

Sarah watched dazedly as her classmates, one by one, performed in front of the class. Even before their grade was called Sarah could tell whether most of her fellow students were good or not. The other girls received grades between five and seven. Mitchell was the only other girl who received an eight. When Carew had been assigned a six and taken her seat Miss Watson stepped forward and addressed the class.

"A poor showing. Only two sluts achieved an acceptable grade. As a reward these two girls will receive the honour of accepting the gentleman's cum." Miss Watson turned to the naked man, who was surveying the class of naked teens, 'Sir, which of the two sluts was better?"

"Mitchell," said Gregory, his deep sonorous voice showing no sign of hesitation.

"Mitchell, Porter front. Mitchell suck until you receive the gift of the gentleman's cum. Porter you can assist. Mitchell, when you receive the cum, you are not to swallow. Think upon the honour you are being given. Begin."

Mitchell immediately took the cock into her mouth and took up where she had left off. The busty teen attacked the hard shaft with a fury and enthusiasm that Sarah knew could not be fake. Maybe she had misjudged her friend, maybe she was a better slut than she had thought. Sarah was unsure exactly what she was supposed to do. She had been taught to suck cock, not to assist. She knew that kneeling there simply watching was not acceptable so she shuffled around the far side of her friend, making sure she did not block the view of the class.

Sarah leaned in and licked the balls that hung below the cock that had currently disappeared completely into Mitchell's dutiful mouth. She licked the tight sack, marvelling at the texture and the salty taste of man sweat. Her face was bumped by Mitchell's large, soft breast as she nuzzled in closer and took both balls into her mouth. She sucked gently on them, plying them with her tongue. After a few moments she noticed how much more pliant the skin had become. When she let them go she noticed the sack was much looser and swayed more as Mitchell fucked the cock with her face.

Sarah dove back in and licked the balls, the base of the cock and any piece of skin she could reach. Her face was soon coated in a thin sheen of moisture, mostly sweat but some stray strings of saliva had fallen from Mitchell's mouth to land on the nearest surface.

"Porter kneel. Mitchell, sit back, mouth wide open, tongue out," Miss Watson ordered.

Sarah knelt out of the way and watched her friend tilt her head back and open her mouth as widely as she could. Gregory took his cock in hand and pumped it twice before great spurts of white cum flew directly into Mitchell's waiting mouth. Sarah watched in fascination as the thick ejaculate pumped in spurt after spurt. Miss Watson watched both girls: Mitchell was almost statue still, her eyes focused on the cock filling her mouth an inch from her face, Sarah unconsciously licked her lips as, for the first time, she saw a man come. A small smile curled the edges of Miss Watson's mouth.

Gregory turned to Sarah and moved his cock towards her face. The naked teen obediently opened her mouth as the cock came close. She knew it was her duty to clean the beautiful shaft. She licked the small drop of cum from the end of the cock before taking the head delicately into her mouth and sucking gently, eager to remove any traces of cum that may remain. The taste was much stronger than the subtle flavour she had sensed during her test. It was strong yet did not have much discernible taste at all. To Sarah though, it was the taste of pleasure. It was the gift every slut yearned for, the taste that meant that the slut's superior had received great pleasure. Sarah could not wait to taste more.

"Class, file past by rank and observe the position this slut has adopted to receive the cum of a gentleman. This is correct when the gentlemen wishes to cum in the slut's mouth or if he wishes to cum on her face. The slut's eyes are to be open at all times, as is her mouth, unless directed otherwise. The slut does not swallow the cum until she is given permission as it may often be the case that the slut's mouth is simply used as a receptacle and the ultimate destination for the cum is elsewhere."

Sarah continued to clean the cock as her classmates left their seats and filed past, one by one, to inspect Mitchell's mouth full of cum. Her attention did not waver, even though she was curious to see what Miss Watson had described. What she was doing was far more important.

"I know you would like to stay like that all day Porter, but the gentleman has more important things upon which to attend. Thank you Sir," Miss Watson said to the naked man, curtsying daintily as she did so.

Sarah felt as if her heart was about to break as the cock was drawn from her mouth and left her sight. She felt a tangible sense of loss as she heard Gregory dress and leave the room, without speaking another word. She wanted to follow him out of the room, to catch one last glimpse but she could feel Miss Watson's eyes upon her.

"Porter, you and Mitchell may now kiss. She is to share the cum with you as you both received the same grade. You may stand."

Sarah and Mitchell stood and turned to each other. They stepped close and each sought the other's mouth with equal enthusiasm. Sarah remembered the last time she had kissed Mitchell, on this very spot. She remembered how moist her pussy had become. This time her pussy was already sopping wet, her cream pouring liberally forth, coating her thighs. And now her friend's mouth was full of cum.

The instant their mouths met, Sarah's tongue searched inside Mitchell's mouth. The two young schoolgirl's tongues slid over other each other both quickly coated in the thick, stringy cum. Sarah was amazed at how much there was in Mitchell's mouth. She felt some being pushed inside her and had to fight the urge to swallow it. Mitchell's hands cupped each side of Sarah's face, while Sarah hugged Mitchell close, mashing her large soft udders into her own chest.

"Everyone, bar these two sluts, will receive an infraction for the failing grades. I am extremely disappointed in all of you. You should all be embarrassed and ashamed. For the rest of the lesson you will practice with your dildos, but first you will each collect a sachet and spread the contents over the length of your dildos.

"Olsen, retrieve sixteen sachets from the box on the third shelf marked '33 Enhancer'. The rest of you sluts fetch your dildos."

Sarah and Mitchell remained locked together throughout their teacher's speech. Both their mouths were liberally coated in cum and Sarah knew she had a substantial amount in her own mouth now. The taste, which before had only been hinted at, now filled her mouth, tantalising every single tastebud. When Mitchell pulled away for a second as she caught her breath Sarah saw the multiple strings of salivery cum that joined their lips together.

She had longed to kiss Mitchell again, yearned for it ever since their first encounter. Students were not allowed to kiss without permission and no matter how much she had wanted to, she never dared break that rule. The impressionable young girl looked deeply into Mitchell's eyes as once again their mouths became one. Sarah could see such obvious arousal in the deep brown eyes, but there was something more than that. Sarah was sure that the feelings were more than sexual, but what did that mean for a slut?

"Olsen, place a sachet on each desk next to the dildo. Once you have your sachet you are to rip the tab at the top and squeeze the contents onto the head of your dildo, then use your fingers to cover every part. Once this is done begin practice. Move through all the techniques you have learned. I will be inspecting each and every one of you."

Sarah listened to Miss Watson direct the class, knowing that any word a superior spoke was important no matter how pleasurable the distraction. She was not sure what was going on but it was difficult to care while she was kissing such a deliciously beautiful girl. Sarah's hands slid from Mitchell's back to her chest, where she gently caressed her udders rubbing her thumbs across the hard nipples. Even though Mitchell's nipples were hard they were only mildly rougher than the soft flesh of her udder. They could not be more different from Sarah's, which were so hard and tight that she could have cut glass with them.

"Ok you two, time to return to your seats. When you part I want to see equal measures of cum in each mouth. I know the tendency among sluts to become greedy around cum. Attention, mouths open."

Sarah felt Mitchell push a little more of the saliva/cum mixture into her mouth before she pulled away. Sarah licked her lips as they parted, clearing away the thin strands of cum that would otherwise have dangled free. She stepped back next to Mitchell and stood at attention, her mouth open for inspection. She could feel the cum pooled on her tongue and, for the last time, savoured it's flavours before she was permitted to swallow. She had not even eaten her first mouthful of cum and already she wanted more. Her teacher's had been so right when they had told her that all sluts yearned for cum. She had not believed it. She now knew how naive and silly she had been then.

As she stood there, her mouth coated in cum, she was amazed that she had thought that way only four days ago. The speed at which her outlook on life had changed was a testament to the truth of what she was being taught. Miss Watson stepped in front of the girls and inspected both open mouths.

"Swallow. Fetch your dildos and join the class. You may have received the highest grade but eight is a long way from ten."

Sarah swallowed obediently, conscious of the cum as it slid to the back of her mouth, down her throat and into her belly. She could still taste the cum in her mouth, and feel a slight slimy coating on the ridged roof of her mouth. She rubbed her tongue around her teeth, trying to get the most of the experience. She had no idea when she would be allowed such a privilege again.

"You will learn more about cum with Miss Rice, but some of you will, at times, find yourselves on cum only diets. Mitchell and Porter here can attest to how desirable a state that will be."

Sarah collected her dildo, from the cabinet at the side of the room and returned to her seat. She noticed her seat still contained a puddle of her cream. She was immediately worried that she had not cleaned her seat when she had returned from her test. There was nothing she could do about that now, but she immediately bent at the waist and licked her the black plastic clean. The delicious taste of her cream mixed with the aftertaste of the cum, producing a flavour that caused her arousal to crest once more.

Sarah sat and began fucking her dildo with her face, pretending the rubber cock was the real thing, working the shaft and head as if she would once again be rewarded by the thick cum that was a slut's ultimate reward. Her dildo really was a very good approximation, with the soft outer layer and the stiffer inner core, but it did not have that delicious heat of a real cock. Her mind was consumed by thoughts of Gregory’s member. She had been introduced to its wonders only an hour ago but already she could think of nothing else. Of course she had already discarded all her reservations but this obsession could leave no doubt in anyone's mind: she was a slut through and through.

Sarah felt a tingling on the back of her neck that let her know that Miss Watson was just behind her. She pushed herself a little further down the cock, realising as she did so that she had not been working as hard as she could. This was no doubt the reason why she scored only an 8, barely a pass. She focused on her technique and enthusiasm and felt better when she sensed the teacher shift her focus to another student.

A moment later Sarah was confused by a soft moaning sound. Confused because it was so close. The confusion lasted only a second as she realised she was the one moaning as she serviced her fake cock. She thought about stopping but she had begun without thought, and she decided to trust her instincts. She had hummed and moaned as she ate Miss Peach's pussy, would the same principle apply to a cock. Sarah continued to moan as she pumped her face up and down the dildo suctioned to her desk. She started to time the moans for when the maximum amount of shaft was in her mouth and throat.

Sarah lost track of time and anything outside of her mouth and her dildo. She was surprised when Miss Watson called a halt to their practice and ordered them to clean their desks and replace their dildos. Their lesson plan had definitely changed this morning. Sarah checked the clock as she returned to her seat and realised that she should be in biology already. She did not think twice about it however, her teachers knew much better than her how their training was to progress.

Even without the stimulation of her dildo on the desk in front of her, images of Gregory's cock and the way it felt inside her mouth were at the front of her thoughts. Sarah realised that she had been affected by this particular experience more than any other since her training had begun. She blushed a little as she thought about how single-minded she had become. She could feel the slight tightness in her mouth and jaws she experienced after each long cocksucking session. She was sure that in time even this would lessen and eventually go away as her body became more accustomed to its uses.

"The next assessment failed by any student in my class will not only receive an infraction for their own failure but they will also accumulate all the infractions from all the failed grades. I don't think you sluts are taking your schoolwork seriously enough. Neither class, nor coursework is optional. Whilst moving gracefully and dance are important aspects of a slut's repertoire you are not here to only participate in the activities you are attracted to."

Sarah felt thoroughly chagrined. She had not been among the girls who had been practicing dance, she had not been given the opportunity to practice anything. Her detentions had removed any chance of participating in the class practices she knew occurred, but still it was her fault she had not practiced and the humiliation she had experienced during yesterday's dance class once again made her feel inept.

She should not be proud of achieving a passing grade in cocksucking when she was failing at other aspects of her schoolwork. She knew it was important for a slut to be able to serve in every single aspect of her life and she was determined to achieve that goal. Miss Watson dismissed the class and Sarah waited her turn to rise.

Once Murphy had curtsied to Miss Watson and thanked her for the class, Sarah stood. She knew the state of her pussy, and she knew what that meant for her seat. She turned to the small round stool and saw the sticky white mess that covered the front half of the seat. Her creamy discharge had pooled in the centre but it had since been smeared around by her movements as she sucked her dildo.

Sarah widened her stance a little and bent forward at the waist, her tongue questing to clean her juices well before her face reached the seat. She had made sure her pussy and ass were pointed directly at Miss Watson, seated in her plush leather chair. She wondered what a sight her cream-coated pussy would be providing her teacher. She was becoming used to bending over in this way. Her thighs and calves still burned when she did so but it was becoming less and less. Her body was definitely adapting to the ways of a slut.

Sarah made short work of cleaning her seat. The way her pussy produced its cream and the ease with which she became aroused, she knew that soon she would not even think twice about cleaning her secretions off almost any surface. She was thankful that she found the taste of herself so inviting. She would have to ask her friends if they felt the same way about their own juices.

"Thank you for the lesson Ma'am. Thank you very much for the chance to progress in my training. And please Ma'am I would also like to thank Harkwood for the opportunity I have been given."

Sarah had not planned on saying that last statement, it had just popped out. She curtsied daintily and moved off to begin dressing in her uniform. She could almost feel her panties soak up the moistness from her pussy as she pulled them tight, settling the thin white triangle against her plump mound.

The young girl dressed hurriedly and left the classroom, walked the ten feet down the hall and took her place behind Murphy in line. One by one she was joined by her classmates, until all eighteen girls were present, standing at strict attention. She wondered if all of her classmates were thinking the same as her, if they were consumed by the overwhelming need to have another hot cock inside them. If that was the difference between a dildo and a cock in her mouth, what would it be like in her pussy? Sarah felt the delicious tension in her belly as she contemplated the possibility.

"Enter," came the sultry voice of Miss Rice from inside the classroom. 

Sarah followed Murphy into the room and stood at attention in front of her stool. Her breath caught in her throat as she realised Gregory was sitting on Miss Rice's chaise lounge while Miss Rice stood at its foot. Despite the presence of a gentleman Sarah's gaze was caught by her teacher. Miss Rice wore a loose black skirt, it's soft lines terminating halfway to her knee. Her blouse was a delicate cream colour, a strapless design that displayed the beautiful teacher's shapely shoulders. The material was smooth and almost skintight, allowing Sarah see the movement of her belly and chest as she breathed. But what had caused Sarah to briefly break with protocol and fail to have her eyes forward was seeing Miss Rice stand at attention. Sarah could almost feel the muscles of her pussy convulse at the sight. She was amazed at how much more captivating a beautiful woman could be when in the proper pose.

Sarah absorbed the sight of her teacher and quickly set her eyes forward. First Miss Watson and now Miss Rice were standing at attention, as a slut was required, in the presence of a superior. But what had they been taught on their first day of school? Every woman was a slut, it was their natural state. So her teachers were sluts also, bound by the rules of all sluts - the subservience to, and service of, men. It all made sense, Sarah thought as she sat down at Miss Rice's command. Who better to train a slut than someone to whom the life was known in all its intricacies. Armed with this knowledge, Sarah had an even greater respect for her teachers.

"Now class, today we have the privilege and the pleasure of the presence of a gentleman. I know that you are all acquainted so we will get right down to class. We will have a break from our regular lessons on the cunt and today we will focus on something more important, the cock. Today we have the benefit of an exceptional cock and we will be sure to make the most of it.

"Now girls, the cock is a wonderful achievement of evolution and provides a slut with one of her major sources of service and for some sluts a prime source of nourishment. We will first look at the cock in its unaroused state. Unlike a slut, whose cunt can stay aroused on an almost constant basis to better provide service, a gentleman's cock is erect on its own schedule and only remains so to provide the gentleman with pleasure."

As Miss Rice talked, Sarah was conscious of Gregory undressing. She could not see him, but was constantly tantalised by the sounds of disrobing. She kept her eyes forward, on the blank blackboard at the front of the room. She did not even have the pleasure of looking at Miss Rice as she spoke, as she had remained at the foot of her lounge. The anxious schoolgirl did not have long to wait for her curiosity to be sated.

The beautifully toned body of Gregory walked to the front of the room and stood up on the platform. Once again Sarah was only feet away from the object of her newfound desire. This time however the cock before her was not yet hard. Its three inch length hung pendant, resting against the hanging balls. Before today Sarah had never seen a hard cock, now she realised she had also never seen a flaccid one. She was amazed at the difference but was no less aroused. She knew what it would become and how it felt. She wondered what it would be like in her mouth in its current state. The fact that it grew twice its size when it became hard seemed almost like magic to the blossoming slut.

"Now girls, as you can see Gregory's cock is very handsome. More so than a slut's cunt, every gentleman's cock is unique, like a snowflake. As when servicing a cunt, a slut must learn all she can about each and every cock she encounters, from its size and shape, to the taste and smell, both erect and not if she is given the opportunity.

"Some cock's will grow two and even three times in size when erect, others will only grow marginally. The dildo's, and indeed the cocks, that you will train on are generally larger than those you will encounter once you graduate. It is a slut's duty however to be prepared to service whomever her owner wishes.

"Now as you can all see Gregory's cock is perfectly formed," said Miss Rice as she stepped onto the platform. "We will begin with basic anatomy," she continued, taking the cock in her hand and laying it flat on her palm.

"First we have the shaft," she said, running the index finger of her other hand along the shaft from the base to the head. "At its terminus we have the head. The head of a gentleman's cock is much more sensitive than the shaft, containing many more times the number of nerve endings. In the end of the cock, we have the eye. It is through this that a gentleman releases his cum. Below the cock we have the balls. It is inside these balls that the delicious nectar for which sluts yearn is produced. These are delicate organs and are to be shown great respect.

"When a gentleman becomes aroused his cock flushes with blood. It is this blood that fills the cock and makes it hard. Porter, front. Porter will help us demonstrate the process so we can observe the erection taking place."

Sarah almost jumped from her seat, unable to believe her good fortune. Was this her reward for volunteering her body to continue being used for Miss Rice's biology lessons? 

"Now Porter will suckle on the balls so the view of the cock is unobstructed. Kneel," directed Miss Rice, pointing to the right side of the naked man. Sarah obediently took her position and stared straight ahead, directly at the flaccid cock, awaiting the command to begin.

"Begin."

Sarah leaned in, tilting her head back so she could reach the balls with her mouth. She remembered what Miss Rice had just said about showing respect and she gently licked the tightly wrinkled skin of the scrotum before slowly taking each ball into her mouth and sucking gently.

"Now girls, you can see the erection beginning. The cock is immediately becoming thicker and longer. Note that it is a gradual process. As the cock grows it becomes harder. The hardness of each cock also varies from. Some cocks are extremely hard and inflexible when fully erect, whereas others may retain a measure of flexibility.

"Note that the slut has yet to touch the cock and it is almost fully erect. A gentleman can reach full erection without a touch, though of course a slut's touch is preferable. Now we have a full erection. The angle of erection, as with all aspects of a cock, can be very different. They can vary from horizontal to a near vertical angle. Porter, return to your seat."

Sarah was fascinated by the lesson though to be truthful she was a little disappointed with not being able to touch the cock. She knew this was wrong and terrible of her, after all she had been given the opportunity to suckle on the balls, to show her respect to the source of the cum she now coveted after one brief, second-hand, experience.

"Now girls, we will learn about the process of ejaculation and orgasm. During a gentleman's arousal, the cock produces lubrication in the form of precum. This liquid, as its name suggests, is the precursor to the cum itself. While not having the full flavour of cum it does provide the slut with a chance to anticipate what is to follow. Precum is produce throughout the arousal process and is highly desired by all sluts. Porter, front."

Once again, Sarah dashed from her seat and stood in front of the two figures of authority. She blushed softly, remembering her shameful disappointment when she had been dismissed only moments ago.

"Kneel, suck the balls and stroke the shaft," Miss Rice ordered.

Sarah knelt beside the naked man and quickly took both balls into her mouth. She reached her right hand up to take hold of the shaft, her petite hand closing around the thick member and started to slide up and down its length. She knew she wasn’t doing it right, the position she was in made it difficult, but this was not an excuse.

"Take your hand off that cock. Who said to empty your mouth," Miss Rice boomed. Sarah had not heard Miss Rice raise her voice before and swiftly took the balls into her mouth, filling it entirely. "Put your hand around the shaft two inches below the head. No further down. Now slide your hand towards the head. Begin slowly."

Sarah obediently followed the instructions of her teacher. She had to twist her arm above her head to allow her to reach the cock properly, but she was determined to accept the discomfort to ensure a pleasurable experience. She slowly stroked her dainty hand along the hard cock, feeling the skin move under her as she pumped back and forth. Sarah made sure that her mouth remained filled, her tongue constantly moving over the slick surface as much as space allowed.

"Stop," Miss Rice commanded. Sarah froze, her mouth still filled, her hand still gripping the hard cock. If she could stay like this for the remainder of the lesson, Sarah would not be disappointed. If her mouth was not filled to capacity she would have smiled at the thought. "You should all be all be able to see the first of the precum. The pearly bead of moisture at the eye of the cock. The precum is not as thick or abundant as cum but it has the ability to be produced for a longer time."

Miss Rice reached down and removed the small drop of moisture from the tip of the hard cock. She rolled the small droplet between her thumb and index finger before pulling them apart, leaving a thin string to glisten in the light. Miss Rice moved into the class and offered her fingers to Murphy. The Irish teen's mouth opened obediently as the fingers drew close. Sarah watched as her friend cleaned the precum from their teacher's fingers, imagining the taste in her own mouth despite its current contents.

"Now the cock will continue to generate precum as long as the stimulation continues. If Porter will let go of that cock we will be able to see the degree of control a gentleman has over his cock, much more than a slut has over her cunt."

Sarah removed her hand and placed it behind her back. She had learned her lesson and kept her mouth exactly where it was.

"Return to your seat slut."

Sarah took her seat and stared at the now hard cock. She delighted in the fact that the scrotum glistened in the light. Her saliva, evidence of her recent service. She felt sure now that her classmates envied her and was thankful for any opportunity she was given by Miss Rice. Sarah watched as the cock bounced and jerked to a definite rhythm, pulsing for a few seconds, grower harder and larger before resuming its normal shape.

"Gregory has just demonstrated, under his own control, what a cock during orgasm looks like. When a gentleman ejaculates the muscles in the cock contract, forcing the cum out of the cock with great force. The distance and force with which a gentleman cums varies, with some cum being able to travel quite a distance. We will now see this process. Mitchell, front. We don't want a repeat of last periods embarrassing performance. You sluts showed a great disrespect by performing so poorly. Outside of a test environment none of you will be allowed near a cock until your skills have improved.

"Now Mitchell, begin sucking. While she is doing so Porter, undress."

Sarah had enough time to watch Mitchell all but dive onto Gregory's cock. It was this enthusiasm which had given her the edge over Sarah, despite their equal grade. As the schoolgirl left her seat to remove her uniform she vowed she would not be second again. Sarah quickly removed her brief garments, unsure of the reason for her nudity. It seemed her days at Harkwood were in continual flux and could be measured by the constant dressing and undressing and periods of forced nudity. Sarah looked forward to the day when being naked in front of others, even when it was just her classmates, did not make her blush like a prude.

"Kneel," said Miss Rice, pointing to a spot on the platform some three feet in front of where Mitchell was furiously sucking Gregory's cock. As she knelt, Sarah could see Mitchell's hands twitching as she pumped her face up and down the thick shaft. She knew exactly how her busty friend was feeling.

"Open your mouth, shoulders back," directed Miss Rice. "Mitchell, when directed you are to move to the side and watch. We shall see the power of the cock."

Sarah looked at Mitchell's head bounce forward as she waited, mouth open, for the cum she knew would soon be directed at her. She was to be the target used in the demonstration. By now the young schoolgirl was used to her bodyparts being used in demonstrations, as teaching aids, judged no more important than a desk or chair. She was used to it happening, but she was not used to how it made her feel. Despite knowing her body existed to serve she still felt the humiliation of being used as an inanimate object. She wasn't sure why she felt this way but it was not that her acceptance of her status as a slut had been able to change.

Despite the demeaning use to which she had been put, Sarah looked forward to the demonstration. More importantly, she looked forward to a chance to see cum again. As she watched her friend vigorously attempt to coax the cum from the cock in her mouth, Sarah wondered exactly what had happened to her in the last four days to make her think this way. Before she came to Harkwood, the most she dreamed about was kissing a guy, maybe running her hands through his hair or across his chest. Now she could think of nothing other than having a cock inside her, savouring the cum that would come from it. No thoughts of romance remained.

Sarah's contemplation was interrupted as Mitchell's head was roughly pulled to the side by the firm grip Gregory had on her ponytail. Mitchell's body was dragged out of the way and she scrambled to keep herself upright. Sarah spared her a momentary flicker of concern before turning back to the waiting cock. Gregory pumped his fist along his cock twice before guiding the first spurt of cum towards Sarah.

Time almost seemed to slow down. Sarah saw the hot, white cum arc towards her. Gregory's aim and power were true. The first spurt splattered against Sarah's cheek. The next landed on her right breast and clung firmly to her smooth skin. She watched curious, yet despondent, as the rest of the cum fell short, landing on the platform in front of Sarah.

"Clean Mitchell," ordered Miss Rice.

Sarah kept her mouth open, hoping, in vain, that the first burst of cum that landed on her cheek would slide into her mouth. The cum stuck teasingly to her cheek, the thick, sticky substance had not moving since it landed. In fact the only movement Sarah had made throughout the demonstration was a brief flutter of her eyes as the cum closed in.

Mitchell attempted to move forward and clean the cum from the floor. Her head was wrenched forcefully back, causing a loud squeal to fill the otherwise silent room. As Sarah watched Gregory slap Mitchell and drag her mouth back onto his cock, she had the strangest of thoughts. Her classes at Harkwood were, more often than not, deathly quiet. At her old school, even though talking was not allowed, the room was still always abuzz with whispers, giggles, pages being shuffled, the everyday minutiae of a normal classroom. She had never really thought how silent a room full of girls could be with the correct discipline and motivation. It was true testament to the adage that a slut should be seen and not heard.

"A slut always cleans the gentleman's cock first - removing any remaining cum and any residual emanations the slut may have contributed. Mitchell, one infraction. Now as we have just seen a gentleman is capable of sending his cum quite a distance. It is rare however that this will occur as it is a slut's duty to accept the cum, and this almost always occurs either directly into one of her holes or on her body in some manner.

"It is however quite edifying to see demonstrated the power that resides in a cock. All slut's have a deep reverence and respect for each and every cock. It is no accident that the female was made to worship cock. It is our true temple. Today we have not touched very much on the cum itself. In fact Mitchell, sit. Taylor, come and finish cleaning," directed Miss Rice, noticing that Mitchell had finished cleaning Gregory's cock and was about to start working on the floor. Sarah felt sorry for her friend, being denied the cum for her mistake was only fair though, she thought.

Taylor hurried forward and knelt on the platform, wasting no time in cleaning the trail of cum droplets that led from Gregory’s feet to Sarah's face. It was easy for Sarah to sense that Taylor did not exhibit any signs that she had any enthusiasm whatsoever for the task assigned to her. It was more of a privilege than a task. Taylor thought she was a lesbian, but they had been taught that there was no such thing. A slut liked women just as much as men, in different ways of course, but Taylor had buried her instincts deeper than most girls. Sarah knew she would have a tough time during her training until she could break that barrier down and accept what she was.

"As I was saying, we have only briefly touched on the subject of cum. We will cover that in much more depth in future lessons. However as we have learned today, as with each cock, the cum from each gentleman is different. All cum has the same constituents, however cum varies in volume, consistency, colour and taste. Every slut is a veritable connoisseur of cum. You will cherish each drop that you are permitted, however every slut soon discovers her preferences for the type of cum that becomes her favourite. Are there any questions?"

Sarah remained still on the platform, waiting for Taylor to inch closer and clean the two spots of sticky discharge on her body. Their presence was tantalising to the teenager. It took all her control not to reach up and scoop the sticky material from her skin. Sarah thought Taylor was taking far too long to clean the cum. When she heard Miss Rice ask for questions she had to make a quick decision. It was obvious no other girl had a question and Sarah really wanted hers answered but she had not been told to close her mouth and would talking constitute breaking her position.

"Permission to speak Ma'am," Sarah said softly, immediately returning her mouth to it's wide open position when she finished.

"Speak, Porter. I asked for questions, ask one if you have one. The rest of these sluts appear to have no desire to learn,” snapped Miss Rice.

"Ma'am, how many times can a gentleman come in one day?"

"Ah a true slut's question. You will be pleased to know that a gentleman can, on average, produce ten full loads of cum a day. This is what is physically possible. Is that enough cum for you Porter?"

"Yes thank you Ma'am," Sarah replied, deciding an affirmative to be the safest answer possible.

"Well Porter, I doubt it. A slut should never expect to receive cum. Her owner may use her many times a day without her receiving even the smallest taste. Despite how much a slut desires cum it is not her right. "If there are no further questions we can thank Gregory for his valuable time. Thank you Sir," said Miss Rice in her most sultry tones, as she performed the most sensual curtsy she had ever seen.

Sarah noted Gregory dress quickly and leave the classroom without another word or even a backwards glance at the class of beautiful young schoolgirls. As Gregory disappeared from her sight, Sarah felt Taylor's hot, moist tongue finally lick the cum from her breast. A moment later the tongue was cleaning the splatter from her cheek. Sarah's mouth remained wide open, a silent entreaty to be filled.

"Taylor, one infraction. You took far too long to clean up that cum. Back to your seat. Now class, the opportunity to interact with gentleman is a great boon for Harkwood. There really is no substitute, as you all now know. We have only a few minutes left of this lesson. With our remaining time, we shall hear some of you share your knowledge of cocks. Cox you can begin, aptly enough. What you are to do is detail the number of cocks which you have experienced. Tell us how you serviced them and compare them to the gentleman's cock which you experienced today."

Cox looked like a deer caught in the headlights. Her expression was frozen and her big doe-eyes fluttered as she attempted to compose her thoughts. "I have experienced one cock Ma'am. I sucked and fucked the cock Ma'am. The cock was shorter and thinner."

"Cox, you were told to compare and detail. We wish to hear the length, the girth, the shape, what the cum was like."

Sarah was still kneeling on the platform, side on to the class, her mouth still obediently open as Cox struggled to overcome her apparent stage-fright in detailing her sexual experience. Sarah wondered when she would be released to return to her seat. The need to close her mouth, just for a moment to lick her lips, was growing by the second. She had no recourse but to kneel there, naked, looking through the open doorway into the empty corridor beyond. She felt as if she had been forgotten, as if, having served her purpose during the demonstration, she had not been given a second thought.

"Um the cock was six inches in length and about an inch across. It was straight and had a head that was a little larger than the shaft. Ma'am, I do not know about the cum because he wore a condom," Cox said softly.

"He? Who is he? One infraction. Who wore a condom?"

"I am sorry Ma'am. The gentleman wore a condom," Cox all but whispered.

"Cox, you really were a wayward girl. Sometimes a gentleman may very well wear a condom while fucking you. It is a slut's duty to recover the condom and consume all the cum that it contains. Next lesson we will have a demonstration of how a slut deals with such a situation. Murphy?"

Sarah hung on every word being spoken, by both the teacher and her classmates. Pointed, as she was, towards the door, she could not see anything that was occurring in the class. She longed for another glimpse of Miss Rice in her amazingly sensual ensemble. But at the mention of her friend, Sarah's curiosity was piqued even further. She could not wait to hear the dainty schoolgirl describe the cocks she had seen in her entrancing, Irish lilt.

"I have experienced two cocks Ma'am. One I sucked. This gentleman's cock was six inches long and an inch and a half thick. It had a slight kink to the right and stood almost straight up. I am sorry Ma'am but I cannot describe the cum as the gentleman came into a tissue. The second cock fucked my pussy. This gentleman's cock was seven inches long and an inch and a half thick. The head of the cock was much thicker than the shaft and had only a slight upward angle. I am sorry Ma'am but I am unable to describe the cum of this gentleman because he was wearing a condom Ma'am."

Before today, Sarah had never seen or touched or tasted a cock. She had never really had the opportunity and she had never really made any. She could not believe how shallow a life she had led. Here was Murphy, a girl who looked as if butter would not melt in her mouth, who looked like some porcelain princess, here she was describing in detail at least two cocks she had serviced in her life before she even began her training. Just the thought caused Sarah's nipples to harden. She hoped that no one had noticed, but situated, as she was, in front of the class she was sure that everyone had. Her face and chest flushed with the heat of humiliation. She hated that she could still feel this way, still worry about how her classmates thought of her. After all she was a slut, she should be turned on by this.

"We have time for one more. Murphy has had two cocks. Stand up if you can describe three. Ok, stay standing for four. Five. Well Ness, you are definitely the frontrunner in this regard. How many exactly?"
"Seven Ma'am," Ness responded in her rounded Scandinavian tones.

"Come out in front of the class and you may regale us with your exploits. It is plain to see why you earned your place in Trinity house."

Sarah finally got to see something. Ness came and stood directly in front of her and faced the class. She was only two feet from her and almost entirely filled Sarah's view. She could see the slim, athletic frame beneath the small school uniform. Her belly was flat and her small buttocks protruded ever so slightly behind her. Sarah could see her hands in the small of her back, clench tensely as she was forced to recount her sex life for the class.

"All of the cocks I have experienced I have sucked and fucked. The first cock was seven inches in length and very thick, perhaps almost two inches."

Sarah remained motionless throughout Ness's astounding speech. She was the first girl to be able to describe the cum of her gentleman, though not very well. Apparently the gentlemen who ran in her circle did not believe in the use of protection. Sarah had a newfound respect for Ness. She had never really had much to do with her, not that she had the chance, but now she vowed that she would try to bring the pretty blonde girl into her group of friends.

"Very interesting," Miss Rice said as Ness came to the end of her escapades. The teacher motioned for her to take her seat. "Porter hurry up and get dressed."

Sarah rose on stiff legs and hobbled to the door and her clothes that hung from a hook. She had not been given exact permission but being told she could leave position let her feel that she could close her mouth. As she slid her panties up her legs, she greedily licked her dry lips. She had knelt at the front of the class, mouth open, for a good twenty minutes. It had been a frustrating time, unable to participate in the class, the constant feeling of abandonment, feeling as if she was no more noticeable than a spare desk. She definitely did not like the feeling.

Once she was fully dressed, she stood at attention by her seat. Miss Rice gave her permission to sit, only for the bell to ring just as her ass touched the seat. The class was dismissed and Sarah got a chance to feast on the beautiful sight that was Miss Rice as she thanked her for the class, curtsying respectfully. Sarah scanned her eartag and joined her classmates in line outside before moving silently off to lunch, thoughts of cock and meals of cum swirling through her head.