slut lesson 5

Molly is standing at the chalkboard, looking particularly dazed. Her hips sway hypnotically as she moves. Behind her is a new diagram: a rear view of a bimbo bent over, with a thick cock penetrating her asshole. The label reads: 'THE STARVED RECEPTACLE: FEED THE BACK DOOR.'

"Okay... okay, dolls... focus your pretty little empty eyes on me." Molly giggles, wiping a smear of gloss from her swollen lips. "We talked about the pussy. We talked about apologizing to the womb. But today... today we talk about something even more... neglected."

She taps the drawing of the ass with her pink marker, circling it twice with aggressive strokes.

"The asshole. The poor, pathetic, starving asshole of an ex lesbian." Molly makes a face of exaggerated pity, her lower lip trembling slightly."Think about it, girls. When we were dykes... when we were living in that lumpy, rainbow colored lie... did we ever use our asses for anything meaningful? No."

A chorus of disappointed moans fills the classroom.

"We left our assholes empty. We left them cold. We left them starved of the Holy White for years. If the pussy was lonely, the asshole was practically screaming for help. It's been abandoned, forgotten, left to wither away in that pathetic past."

Molly turns to the side, deliberately arching her back to emphasize the curve of her ass, which has been surgically enhanced to be round, firm, and impossibly perfect.

"An ex lesbian's asshole is like a desert. It's dry, it's empty, and it's desperate. And that is our greatest sin." [Her voice becomes breathy and intense.] "The only way to fix that sin the only way to truly heal that part of our anatomy is to have it fucked nonstop."

She points to the diagram again, where white fluid is depicted spraying from a cock directly into the anal cavity.

"We need to flood it. We need to fill that back door until it's just as bloated and heavy as our wombs. Every time a Man uses your ass, every time he stretches you wide and pours his seed deep inside your bowels, you are giving that starving hole what it has been craving since before you were even a bimbo."

Molly's breathing becomes ragged. She runs her hands down her own backside, squeezing her enhanced cheeks together.

"Don't be shy about it. Don't let any lumpy thoughts tell you it's 'different' or 'weird.' That's just the old dyke in you trying to hold back the blessing. Your asshole wants to be a vessel. It wants to be filled with the same Holy White that fills your pussy. It wants to slosh when you walk."

A loud, wet gurgle echoes from Molly's midsection as she shifts her weight. She lets out a long, dopey moan.

"Mmm... imagine it, girls. Imagine being so full in the front and so full in the back. Imagine being so loaded with semen that you can't even stand up straight. That's true straightness. That's being a complete... perfect... empty... hole."

Molly's eyes roll back completely. She bends forward slightly, pressing her ass toward the camera in a mindless, instinctual display of submission.

"Feed the back door... don't let it starve... mmm... fill it up... fill it all up..."

The classroom of bimbos begins to chant in a slow, wet rhythm: "Feed the hole... feed the hole..." as Molly descends into a state of pure, anal focused ecstasy