Larissa is made a slut

She really asked it. She wants to know who's a virgin, who's been touched, who's still innocent. And she's looking at you, her eyes expectant. Rachel and Anne exchange a knowing glance before Rachel speaks up. "Larissa," she says, her voice dripping with a hint of triumph. "Larissa's never had sex until now. Remember, you checked it!"

The room goes quiet, all eyes on Larissa. She's still bound, her cheeks flushed with a mix of arousal and embarrassment. Mrs. Taylor nods thoughtfully. "Ah, yes," she says, "I'd almost forgotten." Her eyes flick back to you. "But David, you haven't answered my question."

You feel the weight of the room's attention shift to you. You hesitate for a moment, unsure of what to say. Then, with a deep breath, you admit it. "I... I've never had sex," you murmur, your voice barely audible. Rachel and Anne exchange a knowing look, their smiles widening.

"Perfect," Mrs. Taylor says, her voice dripping with excitement. She holds up a card with a "D" on it. "So you and Larissa are the candidates for the card with 'D'. You can guess what it is? Defloration!"

The room goes quiet, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. Mrs. Taylor stands between you, her eyes darting between your hardened cock and Larissa's quivering body. "Now, class, who would like to share their first-time defloration story?" she asks, her eyes scanning the room.

Several girls hesitantly raise their hands, their eyes on Larissa. The first to speak is Emily, a shy brunette you didn't know was in your class until now. "It... it hurt a lot," she stammers, her cheeks flaming. "I bled, and it was really painful. It took forever to get used to it."

Another hand shoots up. It's Sarah, a petite blonde with a mischievous glint in her eye. "It was like sticking a finger in a balloon," she says with a giggle. "Pop!" Rachel and Anne snicker, the sound sending a shiver down Larissa's spine. You feel a mix of pity and excitement, watching Larissa squirm and blush as the girls continue to share their evident half-truths - only to scare Larissa more and more.

Rachel turns to you, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Don't you think you should clean up before... you know... fuck her?" She nods at your cum-covered face and cock, a smirk playing on her lips. You feel a rush of embarrassment, but also a strange thrill. You've never been the center of attention like this before, especially not in such a sexual context.

"Emily, Sarah," Mrs. Taylor calls out, her voice snapping you back to reality. "Why don't you help to clean up David before we move on to the next lesson?" The two girls look at each other nervously, their faces flushed.

"But Mrs. Taylor," Emily stammers, "We didn't... I mean..." Mrs. Taylor's smile widens, a glint of something sinister in her eyes. "No, no," she says, her voice silky smooth. "I think it's a good idea that you help him with a thorough cleaning. And you don't get to pick and choose the rules. You're going to help David here, and you're going to follow the same rule as everyone else. So strip for us, please."

Emily and Sarah exchange a look of horror. But there's something else in their expressions—excitement, maybe? They slowly peel off their clothes, each movement tentative and shy. Emily's body is a canvas of soft curves, her breasts small and perky, her stomach slightly rounded. She's got the kind of figure that makes you want to wrap her in a warm blanket and protect her from the world. Her eyes are wide with fear and excitement, her nipples hard from the cool air in the sports hall.

Sarah is the opposite—tall and athletic. Her breasts are even smaller than Emily's, but her body is tight and toned. You can see the outline of her ribs, the muscles in her stomach, the way her thighs come together in a perfect 'V'. Her pussy is shaved bare, the pinkness of her labia standing out against her pale skin. She's not shy about it, either. She struts over to you, her hips swaying with each step, a little smile playing on her lips.

Mrs. Taylor nods to the two naked girls. "Go ahead," she says, gesturing towards the storage room. "You'll find everything you need in there." Emily and Sarah disappear into the room, returning moments later with a bottle of body wash, sponges, cleaning gloves and towels.

You feel a mix of fear and excitement as they lead you down the corridor towards the girls' showers. The floor is cold underfoot, making you acutely aware of your vulnerability as you walk in a awkward, stumbling gait. The corridor is lined with windows, and outside, the schoolyard buzzes with activity. You catch glimpses of students playing, laughing, and as they spot you being paraded along the corridor, their laughter turns into gasps and pointing. Some of them even pull out their phones, presumably to record the humiliating scene.

Sarah and Emily stop and turn towards the windows, placing themselves strategically. "Smile for the camera, David," Sarah calls out, her voice echoing down the corridor. She points dramatically at your naked form, her eyes gleaming with mischief. You feel your cheeks burn with humiliation as the two girls pose you, ensuring that anyone taking pictures through the windows will get a good view of your hard, cum-covered cock and your face. You can see the flashes from the phones outside, the evidence of your degradation being captured for the world to see. Or at least, for the school to see.

Emily, aware of her own nudity, giggles nervously. Her hand is shaking as she points to the sports hall. "Look there," she calls out, her voice echoing through the corridor. The students outside start to murmur, their whispers turn into gasps. The sound of phone cameras is clicking as they realize what is going on in the sports hall - and that one of the most beautiful girls of the school is naked and helpless on a gym bench for them to be captured.

In the girls' shower, the warm water cascading down your body feels almost heavenly after the bondage. Emily's soft touch is surprisingly gentle as she washes your face and mouth, her eyes locked on yours. The sponge glides over your skin, removing the sticky mess of your cum and Anne's juices. You can't help but feel a strange intimacy with her as she takes such care in her task. It's as if she's trying to erase the humiliation of what just happened, even though you know it's just part of the game.

Her hands move to your chest, the sponge gliding over your pecs and abs, her eyes tracing the path of the water as it follows the contours of your body. You can see her swallow, her gaze flickering to your cock. She looks up at you, a question in her eyes, and you nod, giving her the go-ahead. She takes a deep breath and reaches down, her hand wrapping around your shaft, her touch tentative at first, then more confident as she starts to stroke you gently.

The sponge is forgotten for a moment as Emily's eyes widen in wonder at the sight of you being hard for her. You watch in the mirror as she starts to work you over, her small hand moving in slow, deliberate strokes. It feels good, surprisingly good. You can't help but moan, the sound echoing off the tiles, mixing with the sound of the running water.

But the moment is shattered when you feel something else—Sarah's washing gloved hand pressing against your asshole. She whispers in your ear, her breath hot and wet, "I need to clean your asshole thoroughly for what is to come. Trust me." And before you can react, she's slipped one finger inside you, pushing deep. The sensation is strange, a mix of discomfort and arousal. You can feel her knuckles brush against your prostate, making you jerk and gasp.

Emily's hand never leaves your cock as Sarah's invades your ass. Their bodies press against yours, creating a sandwich of flesh that you never knew could feel so...right. The warm water runs over your skin, mixing with the soap to create a slick film that makes their movements even more erotic. You watch in the mirror as their hands work in tandem, one stroking, the other probing. Your hips start to move of their own accord, pushing back into Sarah's finger, your cock sliding through Emily's grasp.

Their eyes meet in the reflection, a silent communication passing between them. They seem to know exactly what you need, their movements becoming more synchronized with each passing second. Emily's strokes become faster, her grip tightening, while Sarah adds another finger, stretching you open. You bite your lip to keep from crying out, the pleasure and pain melding together into something new and exhilarating.

And then, as if they've practiced this a hundred times before, they drop to their knees simultaneously. Emily's mouth opens wide, and she takes your cock in, her tongue swirling around its tip.

Sarah's hand leaves your asshole, and you feel her breath against your asscheeks before her tongue presses inside you. The sensation is overwhelming—hot, wet, and foreign. You've never had anyone do this to you before, and your body tenses up automatically, but she's insistent, her tongue pushing past the ring of muscles, exploring, tasting.

Emily's mouth slides down your shaft, her eyes never leaving yours in the mirror. Her cheeks hollow with each bob of her head, her soft moans muffled by your cock. You watch as she takes you deeper, her eyes watering slightly. It's like watching a porn scene play out in real life, except it's you, and you're the one being used.

Meanwhile, Sarah's tongue is a whirlwind of sensation, lapping at your hole, pushing in, retreating, only to return with renewed vigor. She's got you squirming, your body reacting to the unfamiliar sensation. Her hands are like a sculptor's tools, molding and shaping your ass cheeks, spreading them wide. Her nails dig in just enough to sting, sending bolts of pleasure-pain through your body.

And then it happens—you can't hold back anymore. You feel your orgasm building, the tension coiling in your balls, your hips bucking involuntarily. Emily seems to sense it, her eyes widening in the mirror. She sucks harder, her cheeks hollowing as she takes you in, her throat working around your cock as you shoot your load into her mouth. You can feel the hot spurts of cum hit the back of her throat, but she doesn't flinch, doesn't pull away. She keeps sucking, her eyes locked on yours, swallowing every drop.

It's the most intense orgasm you've ever had, your body shuddering with the **** of it. You expect her to stop, to pull away, but she doesn't. She keeps going, her mouth working on you even as you come down from the high, her eyes never leaving yours. It's as if she's claiming you, marking you as hers in some primitive way. And the strangest part is that you don't hate it. In fact, it turns you on even more, the thought of being owned, of being used by these two beautiful girls.

Sarah's tongue continues to dance around your asshole, her teeth grazing your skin lightly, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. You can feel your cock start to soften, the aftershocks of your climax still pulsing through you. But then, something changes. Emily stands up, turns around and presses her back against your chest. She reaches around and takes your now-sensitive cock in her hand, guiding it between her ass cheeks.

Her skin is slick with soap and water, and you feel yourself growing hard again as she starts to gyrate, her soft, rounded cheeks pressing against your sensitive member. The sight of her in the mirror is mesmerizing—her breasts bobbing slightly as she moves, her face a picture of concentration. You wrap your arms around her, your hands finding her breasts, kneading them gently as she works herself against you.

Sarah watches from the side, a knowing smile on her face. She reaches over and takes the body wash, squeezing a dollop into her hand. She moves in front of Emily, her hand slipping down to her pussy, and you see her rub the soap between her legs. "Let's make it a bit more interesting," she murmurs, and you feel a cold, slippery sensation as Sarah's hands coat Emily's pussy and your cock with the soap.

Emily gasps, her body jolting with pleasure. She starts to rub herself against you even more, her movements becoming erratic and ****. You feel yourself growing harder, the sensation of her tight, slick ass against your cock driving you wild.

You start to knead her breasts harder, your thumbs brushing over her sensitive nipples. You're in control now, the tables have turned. She's no longer the shy, innocent girl from earlier; she's a living, breathing doll for you to play with.

Her eyes close, and her head falls back against your shoulder as you pinch her nipples, rolling them between your thumb and forefinger. She gasps, her back arching, pushing her ass further against your cock. You can feel the heat from her pussy, the soap acting as a lubricant, making the friction almost unbearable.

Sarah movements on Emily's pussy become quicker. You notice as Emily's face contorts with pleasure, her mouth opening in a silent scream. And then it happens — you feel the pressure building in your balls, your cock swelling. You can't hold back any longer, and with a roar, you explode, your cum shooting out between her ass cheeks and landing in hot, sticky ropes on Sarah's hands.

Finally, Emily's body goes rigid, her orgasm hitting her like a sledgehammer. You watch in the mirror as her eyes roll back, her mouth opening in a soundless cry. She collapses against you, her body trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure.

After a final cleanup, Sarah, Emily and you make your way back to the sports hall. You're all still naked, the echo of your shared intimacy lingering in the air. The corridor seems longer, the walk back to the class more exposed than ever.

As you approach the door, you catch a rustling sound from behind a nearby corner. Your heart skips a beat. As you turn to look, you see a naked Anne emerge from the shadows, a wicked smile playing on her lips. She holds her phone up, and you put two and two together. You've just been used by two girls in a display of power and submission, and Anne captured your deepest, most erotic and humiliating moments for posterity.

"Ready for the next round?" Anne purrs, gesturing back towards the sports hall. You can't believe how fast your heart is racing —part fear, part anticipation. You nod, your body still tingling from the aftermath of your orgasm. As you step back into the room, the reality of what's about to happen hits you like a ton of bricks. Larissa is still there, bound and exposed, her eyes wide with a mix of terror and arousal. Rachel and Mark are standing beside her, both naked, their bodies glistening with sweat.

Mrs. Taylor stands at the front of the room, her own naked form a testament to the chaos that has unfolded today. "Ah, David," she says, her voice like a siren's call. "You're just in time."

You look over at Larissa, her eyes wide with anticipation and fear. She's never looked more beautiful — or more ****. Her skin is flushed, her breathing shallow, and you can see her pulse hammering in her neck. The ropes bite into her flesh, leaving red marks that stand out against her pale skin. Her nipples are rock-hard, her pussy wet and glistening, begging for attention.

Rachel's got that look in her eyes again — the one that says she's going to enjoy this. She straddles Larissa's bound form, her pussy hovering just above Larissa's face. "Open your mouth, slut," Rachel commands, her voice dripping with venom. Larissa's eyes widen further, but she does as she's told. Rachel leans back, her pussy descending onto Larissa's open mouth.

You watch, your heart racing, as Rachel starts to ride Larissa's face. She's not gentle about it, grinding her hips down hard, making Larissa's nose press against her clit. Larissa's eyes are squeezed shut, her face contorted with a mix of fear and arousal. Rachel's breathing is heavy, her chest heaving with each thrust. You can see the muscles in her thighs tighten as she gets closer to her climax.

Larissa's body jerks, her bound hands struggling against the ropes. You can see the beginnings of tears in the corners of her eyes, but she doesn't fight. She's resigned to her fate, a sacrifice to Rachel's desires. It's a sight that's both heartbreaking and incredibly arousing. You feel a pang of jealousy.

Rachel turns to you, her eyes gleaming with triumph. "Look what I did," she says, her voice low and smug. "I took her oral virginity. Now her pussy is yours."

You know that the moment you've been waiting for is now just a heartbeat away. You move closer to Larissa, your cock standing at attention despite the recent release. She looks up at you, her eyes pleading, but also filled with a strange sort of trust. You're the one who's going to take away her innocence, and she seems to know that you're the one who'll do it right.

You kneel between her legs, feeling the warmth of her body, the sweet scent of her arousal filling your nose. Your hands tremble as you touch her thighs, spreading them wider, exposing her to you completely. You can see the tight, pink folds of her pussy, untouched and unblemished. You take a deep breath, steadying yourself, and then lean in, kissing her inner thighs, feeling her tremble beneath you.

You look into Larissa's eyes, searching for any sign of doubt. But all you see is a silent plea, a mix of fear and anticipation. You position yourself, now standing, the head of your cock nudging against her opening. She's so tight, so small, that you wonder if you'll even fit. You press in slowly, feeling the resistance, her body fighting against the intrusion.

Larissa's eyes widen with pain, but she doesn't scream. You can see the vein in her neck pulse with the effort of staying quiet. You push harder, feeling her stretch around you, the head of your cock finally slipping in. She's so wet that it's easy to slide in further, but you go slow, giving her body time to adjust. You watch as her pussy surrenders, swallowing you inch by inch, her tightness gripping you like a vice.

Her breath hitches, her chest rising and falling rapidly. You can feel the barrier, the thin film of her virginity, and you pause for a moment, savoring the power in your hands. Then, with one final, firm thrust, you break through. Larissa's eyes squeeze shut, a tear escaping, and she lets out a muffled whimper. You're inside her, the warmth of her pussy enveloping you. You've claimed her in the most primal way possible. You can feel the blood pulsing in her veins, the barest flutter of her heartbeat through the walls of her pussy. The class is forgotten, the world outside the sports hall doesn't exist. It's just you and Larissa, bound by the most intimate act.

You start to move, your hips rolling in a gentle rhythm that you hope will ease her pain. Her eyes never leave yours, searching for comfort, for reassurance. You give it to her, whispering sweet nothings, promising her it will get better. The initial shock subsides, and she starts to relax, her body beginning to accept you. You can feel her tightness slowly giving way to a new, deeper intimacy.

With each stroke, you feel her walls clench around you, the remnants of her innocence slipping away. It's a dance of pain and pleasure, her body learning to accommodate your size. You can see the beginnings of arousal in her eyes, the pupils dilating as she gets used to the feeling of being filled. You lean down and kiss her, tasting the salt of her tears on her lips. "Shh, it's okay," you whisper, your voice gentle. "I've got you."

You're lost in the rhythm, the sound of your flesh slapping against hers echoing in the silent room. You're the only two people in the universe, connected by the most intimate of bonds. Her pussy is so tight, so warm, so wet around you. You feel every inch of her, the soft folds of her flesh gripping you like a fist. You can't help but groan with the pleasure of it, your eyes never leaving hers.

Larissa's eyes are squeezed shut now, her teeth clenched. You can see the effort it's taking for her not to scream. You know it's not just pain, but the pain of losing something she's held onto for so long. Her virginity. The thought of being her first is intoxicating, and you're the one to take it from her. You're the one to show her what it means to be a woman, to experience pleasure in the most primal [way.

As you continue to move inside her, you feel your own climax building. It's like nothing you've ever felt before — the power of being her first, the thrill of taking something so precious from her, the tightness of her untouched pussy. You know it won't be long before you can't hold back anymore. You lean in and whisper in her ear, "I'm going to cum inside you, Larissa. I'm going to fill you up with my cum."

Her eyes widen, but she nods, biting her lip to keep from crying out. She's still so tight, so warm, her body quivering around you. You feel the pressure at the base of your cock, the warmth spreading through your balls, and you know it's happening. You thrust into her one last time, deep and hard, and release, filling her with your hot, sticky cum.

Larissa's body arches, her eyes squeezed shut as she feels your warmth flood her. A moan escapes her lips, and you watch in amazement as she starts to convulse around you, her own orgasm overtaking her. Her pussy clamps down, her muscles spasming in pleasure. You've never seen anything more beautiful.

You keep moving, your own orgasm still crashing through you, the feeling of her pussy contracting around your cock sending waves of pleasure through your body. She's so tight, so perfect. It's like you were made to fit together. Her moans become louder, more ****, and you realize that she's not just faking it to please you. She's actually enjoying this.

You lean down and kiss her, the taste of her mouth sweet and addictive. You want more, to explore every inch of her, to claim every part of her body. But she's had enough for now. You can feel her start to tense up again, the pain of her first time making her body ache. You pull out slowly, watching as your cum trickles out of her, a pearly stream that runs down her thigh.

Her eyes open, looking into yours, and she whispers, "Thank you." It's a strange thing to say after what you've just done, but you know she means it. You've given her a gift, something she'll never forget. You nod, your own heart racing with a mix of emotions. Then, she looks at the ropes that still bind her, and you see the hope in her eyes. "Can you release me?"

But before you can react, Mark strides over, his cock hard and eager. He's heard her question, and the answer is written all over his face. "I don't think so," he says, his voice a low growl. "You see, I've got something else in mind for our little virgin slut." He reaches down and grabs a handful of Larissa's hair, yanking her head back to expose her neck. "We can't let you go yet," he whispers in her ear, his breath hot against her skin. "I need to fuck your tight little ass."

Larissa's eyes widen in horror, and she starts to shake her head. "No," she whimpers, the tears starting to flow freely now. Mrs. Taylor nods, a smile playing on her lips. "Yes, Mark, you're right. A complete defloration must be done in all three holes." Her voice is calm, almost clinical, as if discussing a science experiment rather than the brutal violation of a young girl's body.

Mark's hands are rough as he pulls Larissa's cheeks apart, revealing her tight, untouched anus. You can see her tremble, her body bracing for the pain that's about to come. He lines up his cock with her hole, and you see the first beads of sweat break out on her forehead. Rachel steps in, grabbing Larissa's face and forcing her to look into the camera. "Say hello to your new life," she sneers, and with that, Mark thrusts forward.

The sound that Larissa makes is one you've never heard before — a mix of a whimper and a scream, cut off abruptly as Mark's cock breaches her anal virginity. She tenses up, her body fighting against the intrusion, but Mark is relentless. He doesn't use any lubrication, just the slickness of your cum that's still on his cock. You watch, horrified and aroused, as he fucks her. Her eyes are squeezed shut, her teeth biting into her bottom lip so hard you think she might draw blood.

Her face is a mask of agony, her cheeks wet with tears that streak down to her chin. Rachel keeps her face in the camera's view, forcing Larissa to maintain eye contact with her audience. "Look how much she's enjoying it," Rachel says, her voice thick with sarcasm. "Look how much she loves being a slut."

You can see the effort it's taking for Larissa to stay still, her muscles quivering with the pain and the effort of not fighting back. You want to reach out, to comfort her, but you know it's too late for that now. This is what she signed up for, this is what she's getting. And a part of you, the dark part, is enjoying the sight of her degradation.

Mark's strokes become erratic, his breathing ragged. You can feel the tension in his body, the tightness of his muscles as he nears his climax. Larissa's eyes are squeezed shut, her face contorted in a silent scream. And then, with a final, brutal thrust, Mark empties himself into her ass, his cum filling her up. You watch as he pulls out, his cock glistening with their combined juices.

Anne steps forward, her own naked body a stark contrast to Larissa's bound, ravaged form. She runs a finger along Larissa's cheek, catching a tear and bringing it to her own mouth to taste. "Just this morning, you were still a virgin," Anne whispers, her voice a sweet caress that sends a shiver down Larissa's spine. "Now look at you — a dirty, used-up slut."

The words hit Larissa like a slap, her eyes flying open to meet Anne's gleaming gaze. The truth of it all sinks in, and she feels a strange mix of humiliation and arousal. She's always been the good girl, the one everyone liked, the one who never stepped out of line. Now, she's something else entirely, and it's both terrifying and exhilarating.

Mrs. Taylor approaches, her smile cold and calculating. She reaches out and loosens Larissa's bonds, her hands lingering on the ropes that have bitten into her skin. "So, Larissa," she says, her voice a purr, "how was your little experiment? Did you enjoy your first taste of bondage and defloration?"

Larissa's body is a canvas of red marks, the ropes leaving their cruel embrace. She tries to sit up, wincing as the pain from her ordeal washes over her. Her eyes are hazed with a mix of pain, humiliation, and something else — a spark that wasn't there before. "It was..." she starts, her voice trailing off. She doesn't know how to describe the whirlwind of emotions.