by Reed James
“That's only because a woman hasn't properly shown you what true love is,” I told her.
“And you're going to show us?” Cáit demanded in her lilting baroque. Irish girls were so sexy.
“And so much more.”
“I want to have babies,” Anja declared, the Norwegian girl folding her arms beneath her bosom.
“Yes,” other girls echoed, nodding their heads.
“Who says a woman can't get you pregnant?”
“Biology?” sneered Allana. She tensed beside me. “Even if we were lesbians, we'd have to adopt or go to a sperm bank. A woman can't actually make us pregnant.”
“Someday they will,” I promised, leaning over and nuzzling her ear. “I'd love to plant my baby in you, Allana.”
The girl shuddered as my tongue licked her ear. “Miss Ursula,” she gasped.
“What are you doing?” demanded Elisabeta, her dimples flashing in her cheeks. “You're are teacher! You can't do that.”
“I don't know,” I purred, my hand stroking Allana's side. “Do you want me to stop?” I nipped her ear again.
Allana squirmed, shifting on the chair, turning so our breasts brushed. “I...er...it's not terrible. You're making my fanny feel funny.”
I giggled. “Good. I'm going to do so much more than make it feel funny. Tonight, I'm going to pop your cherry.”
“Miss Ursula!” Elisabeta gasped again, the Portuguese girl's eyes wide. “This is so wrong.”
“I think it's hot,” moaned Ava, the German girl rocking as she rubbed her pussy against the carpeted floor, her blonde pigtails sliding about her shoulders.
“German slut,” Elisabeta snapped.
“Schwein liebevolle Hure!” Ava snarled back.
“Girls, girls,” I called out. “There is no fighting. Elisabeta, you walk over to Ava, look her in the eye, and apologize.”
Elisabeta wilted beneath my stare. She stood up and moved over to Ava, kneeling where the German girl sat on the floor. Both of their large bosoms heaved beneath their white blouses. “I am sorry, Ava. I should not have called you a slut.”
Ava's face was still hard.
“Now Ava, she apologized,” I said. “Accept her apology and give her a kiss on the lips.”
“What?” Elisabeta gasped.
“Ooh, kiss her,” moaned Cáit. “Pucker up and plant a big, wet one on her lips.”
“Oh, do it,” giggled Graziana. “What wicked delights.”
“I will not!” Elisabeta protested as Ava seized her face. The Portuguese girl tried to fight as the German milkmaid planted a wet kiss right on her lips. Elisabeta squirmed for a few seconds, but my pheromones filled the room and her resistance stopped after a minute.
“Bloody hell, that's hot,” moaned Allana.
I turned my head, leaned in, and planted a passionate kiss right on Allana's lips, plunging my tongue into the hot, sweet depths of her mouth. Allana moaned, the English girl melting into my kiss, her arms wrapping around my neck as our lips writhed together.
“Oohhhss!” resounded through the dorm as the girls clapped and cheered.
“Oh, me next,” Cáit moaned. “Don't let that English trollop have all the fun.”
Allana was a breathless mess, her face flushed as her breasts heaved. “Oh, my. That was something else.”
I turned to Cáit, the fiery Irish had a big grin on her face. “Oh, no. I called her a trollop. I guess I should apologize to her.”
Allana's eyes widened in mock contriteness, and then she leaned over me, seized Cáit's chin, and pulled the girl close. Their lips met in a passionate kiss right in front of my face. My clit throbbed in desire. I couldn't control it any longer. I groaned, my cock sprouting from between my thighs, pressing up at the front of my sundress.
Other girls kissed. Ava and Elisabeta still mashed their lips together, both girls consumed by their sapphic passion. I held Allana and Cáit, savoring the sight of their tongues flashing between their mouths as they savored their first lesbian kiss.
“Miss Ursula, what is that beneath your skirt?” gasped Graziana. “Is that a...um...dildo?”
Cáit broke the kiss, looking down at my skirt. “It's twitching,” she purred, reaching out to stroke me. “And soft and throbbing.”
“It's a bloody cock!” Allana's mouth dropped.
“No way!” Elisabeta gasped.
“Gott in Himmel,” Ava gasped as Cáit pulled back my skirt to unveil my big, throbbing dick to the horny eyes of floor three.
“How did you get that?” Anja demanded, her blue eyes wide.
“That's not possible! How did you hide it?” Elisabeta demanded.
“Look! She has a pussy!” moaned Graziana, her hands shoving beneath her skirt. She rubbed at her white panties. “Ermafrodito!”
“I'm a futa,” I groaned as Cáit's hand stroked my cock. “I was given this great gift by the Goddess Aphrodite. And I'm here to share it with all of you.”
Anja crawled forward, her fiercely-beautiful, Scandinavian face twisted with passion. Her black hair swayed as she neared. She licked her lips, then leaned forward and sucked the tip of my cock into her mouth.
“Oh, yes!” hissed Graziana. “Suck her cock! She's so hot!” The Italian beauty rubbed harder at her pussy.
“Each night,” I groaned, savoring Anja's sucking mouth, “I'm going to take a pair of you to bed with me. I'll teach you all the fun you can have with each other and with a futa.”
“Is that us?” moaned Allana. “Please, please say that's us.”
“Oh, yes!” Cáit groaned, her hand fisting the base of my shaft up to Anja's sweet lips.
“It is,” I purred, leaning over to nuzzle at Cáit's porcelain neck. I licked up to her ear. “Tonight, I'm popping both your cherries.”
“Yes!” Cáit shuddered, stroking me faster.
“You're going to fuck us all?” Elisabeta gasped. “With that cock.”
“Don't sound so disgusted,” Ava purred, the German girl pulling Elisabeta close. “Your pussy is just as hot as the rest of us for her cock. Stop being a prude.”
“Tonight, I want each of you to share your roommate's bed. I want you to discover all the delightful things you can do to please each other.”
Ava gave a wicked laugh and kissed Elisabeta hard.
Other girls leaned in, kissing their roommates, their hands innocently exploring the delights a young woman's body had to offer. I drank in the feminine lust burning through the dorm as Anja's tongue swirled about my cock. Allana leaned in, her lips nuzzling my neck, her breasts rubbing into my side.
“Are you going to cum into her mouth, Miss Ursula?” Allana whispered in my ear. “Are you going to give the Norwegian slut a big treat?”
“Oh, yes,” I groaned.
“You better save us some.”
I turned, looking Allana in the eyes. “Sweetie, I have enough cum to drown every slut in this building.”
I kissed the English girl again. I loved her sweet mouth. Cáit nuzzled at my neck, her lips soft as her hand stroked me. Anja's mouth sucked harder, bobbing up and down on my cock and meeting Cáit's stroking hand. The Norwegian girl's hands stroked my thighs, pressing up to the folds of my dripping pussy.
I shuddered as her fingers nuzzled into my wet folds, caressing me. My hips quivered. I thrust my cock up into her lips as her fingers teased my labia. She slid up and down, building the excitement in my depths. I moaned into Allana's mouth as the pleasure swelled.
Anja's finger slipped into my hot sheath. I broke the kiss, moaning, “More, slut! Shove more fingers inside me.”
As Anja pumped a second finger into me, Cáit turned my head, her green eyes eager as her lips closed against mine. Her kiss was spicy, her tongue dancing across my lips. I groaned, fencing with her lithe tongue as the pleasure rippled through me, my pussy squeezing down on Anja's exploring fingers. She slipped a third in me, stretching me out.
“Yes!” I groaned, breaking the kiss with Cáit as I arched my hips. “You
wonderful slut, Anja! Suck my cock harder! Oh, yes! And more fingers.”
Anja's light eyes flicked up at me in shock. She shoved a fourth finger in me, working deeper. The tip of my cock ached, her mouth sucking harder. My pussy writhed about her plunging fingers, the pleasure swelling inside me.
“Fist me!” I shouted.
Anja's fingers curled inside me. I shuddered as she worked her fist into my pussy, stretching me so open. My cock throbbed in delight, my hips bucking as her hand sank into me past her wrist, my pussy clinging about her dainty fist.
“Bloody hell!” Allana gasped. “She shoved her whole bloody hand in there.”
“Christ, that is hot,” Cáit groaned.
“Uh-huh,” I panted, my hips humping into Anja's pumping fist.
The pleasure gathered in my core. My pussy clenched on Anja's plunging fist as my cock throbbed in her mouth. My ovaries were ready to squirt a huge explosion of cum into Anja's hungry mouth.
“Get ready,” I moaned.
“Drink it all down,” Cáit hissed.
“Oh, yes!” Allana groaned.
All the other girls broke their kisses. Some had their blouses open, their breasts exposed and their faces flushed from their partner's explorations. They all fixed on Anja's sucking lips, eager for my cock to explode.
“Shit!” I gasped. “Drink it, slut!”
My pussy writhed about her fist as my orgasm exploded. My cock erupted, and the duel pleasures mixed together. The intense, pulsing bliss of my cock's cum slammed into the fiery waves of my pussy's climax, mixing with an intense fire in my core. Anja swallowed my cum with hungry eagerness as I writhed on the couch, Allana's and Cáit's lips sucking at my neck.
“Yes,” I panted as my bliss departed. “Oh, yes. See, girls? You don't need a man to give you all the delights you could want.”
“That was delicious,” Anja moaned, licking her lips clean.
“Yes, it was,” I smiled, standing up. I held out my hands to Allana and Cáit. “Shall we retire for the night?”
“Yes,” Cáit moaned, squirming her hips.
“My knickers are drenched,” Allana groaned as she rose.
“Ladies,” I said to the other girls. “Have fun. But leave those cherries intact. You want a real cock to make you into a woman.”
“Yes, Miss Ursula,” the panting girls beamed.
With my English and Irish virgins on my arms, I walked to my bedroom at the far end of the floor. Both girls were breathless, trembling in their sexy uniforms. My own cock was still hard, jutting before me. Allana and Cáit both grasped it, stroking it as we walked.
“I can't wait to feel this monster in me,” Allana groaned. “I had a boyfriend I jerked off once. He was a toothpick compared to you.”
“No man can compete with a futa's cock,” I promised her.
“I bet,” Cáit giggled, her thumb rubbing the tip of my dick.
I fished my keys out of my skirt's pocket and unlocked my door. It was right at the stairs. Every girl wanting to leave had to pass by my door. I pushed it open and pulled my virgins in, eager to make these eighteen year olds into women.
The girls giggled, shifting nervously. Cáit fell onto the bed, her tartan skirt flaring up to reveal her white panties pulled tight over her pussy lips, her excitement forming a dark stain. I licked my lips, admiring the sight.
“How do we...?” Allana asked, swallowing in sudden nerves.
“Why don't you undress each other,” I purred, sitting on my computer chair to watch the nubile eighteen year olds.
“Okay,” Allana nodded, sitting down on the edge of the bed, her hand reaching out to touch Cáit's thigh. She slid up, the Irish girl biting her lip, her red hair fanning across my bed. “Your skin's so smooth.”
“And your hand's so hot,” squirmed Cáit. “My fanny's on fire.”
“Mine, too,” groaned Allana, her fingers brushing the hem of Cáit's skirt.
Cáit sat up, her hands pulling off Allana's red-and-green tartan vest, throwing it to the side so her fingers could unfasten the English girl's blouse. Allana's pert breasts rose and fell as Cáit swiftly unbuttoned her, exposing a creamy bra cupping small breasts.
“Mmm, how cute,” Cáit purred, stroking the lacy edge of Allana's bra cup.
“Thanks,” Allana blushed, her cheeks crimson.
My cock throbbed at their innocent lust.
Cáit scooted closer, reaching behind Allana to unhook her bra. Cáit slipped the English girl's bra off her shoulders, exposing a pair perky tits and hard, pink nipples. “Ooh, those are cute,” the Irish girl purred.
Allana gasped as Cáit's fingers played with her hard nipples. “Oh, that's nice. You're making my fanny itch.”
Allana squirmed on the bed as Cáit massaged and pinched her nipples. They were just gorgeous. I licked my lips, savoring their innocent play. Cáit leaned over, glancing at me, hesitation in her eyes. I gave her a reassuring nod, and she engulfed Allana's nipple, sucking the pink nub into her mouth.
“Oh, shite!” gasped Allana. “Oh, wow! That's amazing.”
Cáit's pink tongue swirled around the nub before she kissed over to Allana's other breast. Cáit sucked hungrily, her virgin passion growing. Allana's blonde hair tossed about as she shivered in joy. Her trembling hands reached out, fumbling at Cáit's blouse, working the buttons.
“You two are gorgeous,” I purred, lazily stroking my throbbing cock.
Cáit moaned around Allana's nipple. The English girl gave a throaty giggle as she finished unbuttoning Cáit's blouse. The Irish girl shrugged her shoulders, helping Allana strip her bare. With a practiced skill, Allana unclasped Cáit's bra, freeing a pair of large, round breasts and two fat, dusky nipples.
Allana's fingers found those nipples and twisted.
“Oh, yes!” Cáit moaned, lifting her lips from Allana's nipples. “That's awesome. Keep doing that. It's bloody amazing.”
Allana giggled, leaning down and kissing Cáit on the lips. Their bodies pressed together, Cáit's heavy tits pressing into Allana's perky cones. They fell back into a squirming pile, their hands roaming as their bodies humped each other. Cáit's hands pushed up Allana's skirts, exposing a pair of cream panties drenched with pussy juices.
I licked my lips, feasting on the sight of the nubile women writhing together. Cáit's hands pushed Allana's panties down, exposing a plump, gorgeous bottom and the hints of Allana's shaved, pink slit. I stood up, moving to get a better look at Allana's dripping pussy.
“Oh, yes!” groaned Allana, humping her hips. “Your panties are so hot on my fanny!”
“That's tribbing,” I told them, grinning in delight. “When two women rub their pussies together, they can make each other cum hard.”
“Oh, I bet!” groaned Allana, her hips writhing hard. “Oh, yes. Your panties are silky soft, Cáit. I love it!”
“Mmm, me too!” panted the Irish girl, her hips bucking up, rubbing her drenched panties into Allana's pussy.
I pulled off my skirt, savoring the delicious sight of the two schoolgirls tribbing each other, Allana's ass flexing as she humped into Cáit's sweet snatch. My nipples were hard. I pulled on them as I watched the two virgins trib.
“I'm gonna cum! Oh, shite! Oh, fuck!”
“Do it!” Cáit groaned. “Cum on my fanny! You fucking slag! Do it!”
“Yes, yes! I'm a dyke slag!” groaned Allana, her passion burning through her. “Yes!”
Allana shuddered and screamed as she came. Cáit's fingers kneaded into her ass, pulling the schoolgirl hard against her pussy. Cáit's eyes squeezed shut and she squealed in joy, her panties' stain growing even darker as she came.
I inhaled, savoring the musk of schoolgirl cunt.
I knelt behind Allana, pulling her panties down more. She kept humping, rubbing her clit against Cáit's panties. I leaned in, licking my tongue through Allana's slit, tasting her tart juices. She gasped, her hips writhing harder.
“Oh, she's licking my fanny, Cáit!”
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nbsp; “Lucky,” moaned the Irish girl. “I could use a nice tongue lashing.”
I moved lower, my tongue licking across her panties, pushing the gusset into Cáit's snatch before flicked up into Allana's delicious cunt again. My cock throbbed as my tongue savored both their flavors. I licked again, then sucked on her panties, nibbling on Cáit's labia through her underwear.
“Oh, yes! That's bloody wonderful! Keep doing that, Miss Ursula,” groaned Cáit.
“Don't forget me,” panted Alana. “My pussy needs it.”
I took another lick, my fingers spreading Allana open, revealing her tight hymen across her pussy. My cock throbbed. I needed to fuck her. I let my tongue probe her hymen as I ached with the need to be buried in schoolgirl cunt.
“I need to fuck you girls,” I groaned, sprawling on my back beside them, my breasts and cock swaying. Both girls' eyes latched on my thick dick.
“Ooh, who goes first?”
“Allana,” I groaned. “Climb on and impale yourself on my cock.”
Allana bit her lip.
“Do it,” Cáit groaned. “Or I will. I can't wait to feel her stretching my fanny out.”
“But, shouldn't the man, or futa, be on top?” Allana frowned.
“It's cowgirl style,” I laughed. “Trust me, you'll explode once you're bouncing on my big cock.”
“And what about me?” pouted Cáit.
“Pull off your panties and sit on my face,” I laughed. “And I'll lick you until you explode.”
Cáit squealed in delight, ripping off her panties while Allana, still wearing her tartan skirt, straddled my waist. I groaned as the schoolgirl guided me to the entrance of her pussy, rubbing my cock through her juicy labia.
“Pop your cherry, slut,” I groaned. “Let me feel that virgin cunt wrapped around my cock.”
“Yes!” Allana hissed and slammed her pussy down on my cock.
Her back arched and she gasped in pain as my thick cock tore through her hymen and buried to the hilt in her virgin pussy. I groaned, savoring the tight, untouched territory. Allana writhed, squirming as she gasped in joy.
And then she rose and fell back down.
“Ohh, you're riding her,” groaned Cáit as she straddled my face.
The tartan skirt fell around my face as she settled down, her spicy pussy brushing my lips. I licked, flicking across her own hymen. Cáit let out a mewling moan, her hips shifting, smearing her juicy cunt across my lips.