Rod hit my pussy with a hard uppercut that seemed to go deep inside me that made a loud "Splat" then said, "She is ready. My belt got wet."
They must have planned this in advance because I was puzzled to see him drop his pants to spread petroleum jelly on his dick. I was wet enough not to need it.
I understood when he stepped behind me and began pushing the head of his dick against my puckered asshole. Just as it began to force it's way in another boy stepped in front of me and slid his dick into my sopping pussy.
I could never have imagined an experience like that. I felt stuffed inside as their dicks slid past each other in my body. I began to orgasm right away and kept it up when they came, to be replaced by the coach in my pussy and the other boy in my butt. The coach lasted a lot longer than the boy in my butt so Jake replaced him as I pushed back and forth to get them into me as deep as possible.
When they had all cum they sat on the floor watching me still pushing and pulsating as I came down from an impossible high with my sweat and their cum dripping off me.
I finally calmed down to see Jake passing out rags so they could wipe off their dicks and then brought out a hose to wash me down with cold water that made me squeal and become wide awake as I shivered from the cold which seemed to increase when he pushed the nozzle into my pussy and then my ass till my guts began to hurt and my stomach swelled. When he took the nozzle out of my ass I was humiliated again when brown water shot out of my ass while making farting noises that made the boys laugh.
He washed the brown water off my legs then one of the boys came over and said, "I want a souvenir of this." He pinched some of my pussy hair and jerked it out to stuff it in his wallet. The others thought that was a good idea so they came over to jerk out their own tufts.
Finally they let me down to dress. I felt better when they hugged and kissed me till the warning bell rang because I thought they may have been disgusted by the way I had to shit on myself after the enema.
I ran to the next class to avoid another huddle. After class I went into the bathroom and when alone lifted my shirt to be amazed to see almost all the red was gone from the whipping in only an hour.
I walked out of the bathroom right into a huddle of boys. This time I just gave in to it and put my hands on their shoulders while they mauled my breasts and pinched my nipples while they pushed their fingers into my pussy. Evidentally one of the boys bragged about their souvenir because fingers not in my pussy began to jerk out pussy hair while I went into orgasm.
I walked into the next class so dazed I could not concentrate on anything. Fortunately the teacher did not ask me any questions. I became alert again toward the end of the class to realize my next stop was the principals office.
I decided nothing worse could happen to me. I had been whipped, sodomized, given a douche and enema, and several boys had felt me up and ripped out all my pussy hair. What more could they do?
When I walked in Jan, the principal's secretary gave me a big hug then twirled me around while saying, "Look at how she is dressed Tom! I told you she was a real slut at heart."
I had made a big effort to convince myself I was not a slut. This really hurt. I protested, "No I'm not! I dressed like this to be like the other girls so they would like me."
She grabbed me from behind and pulled up my shirt with one hand and my skirt with the other saying, "I suppose none of the other girls wear underwear."
Tom joined in saying sarcastically, "Yeah sure! None of them wear underwear and they shave their pussies to make sure nothing is hidden. Right Mona?"
"Rod told me I couldn't wear underwear, and the boys pulled out my hair for souvenirs."
"I see, but it was nothing you felt like complaining about to me or any of the teachers was it?"
I began to sob, "I was afraid if I made a fuss I would be punished like Myrna."
Jan joined in, "Good example. Myrna took the worst kind of punishment rather than bare herself. On the other hand you made it very easy for the boys to see your charms. Don't you think we know you stood quietly while the boys felt you up during the breaks? Several girls have told us about you including Myrna."
I really began to cry. It was true. I knew at the time I might get another spanking but the boys would have let me alone if I made a big fuss since they had left Myrna alone after her fuss and spanking. I also knew being felt up in the hall had excited me and that I had to be a slut to enjoy having them all fuck me.
I began to wail, "It's true. I am a slut! I loved having them look at me and fuck me and even whip me. It made me crazy with excitement. What is going to happen to me? I would like to run away but I have no money."
Jan held me and patted my head. "There. There. It is alright. It is a gift to be so sensual. It can make you rich in the oldest and most enjoyable profession."
I suddenly realized what she meant. "You think I should be a whore?"
"No of course not. That is much too harsh a word. You should be a play girl and we can help you with a little more training. You are pretty enough to be a model in the men's magazines."
I had seen the girls in Dad's magazines and was flattered she thought I was that pretty and said "You mean they are all whores?"
Jan said. "Damnit. Forget that word. Whores work the streets and will do anything. They are playgirls and only make love to nice rich men."
It seemed to make sense. They said they would protect me from the boys at school and teach me how to become rich. They said they would keep my money for me until I had graduated then tell my folks I had a job that paid enough for me to have my own apartment.
From then on I was told to tell my folks I had a job tutoring after school that would pay ten dollars and I would be home at six.
My folks were happy to have the extra money coming in.
Every day after school they took me to the principal's home so I could learn everything about making men or women excited. I was rewarded by fantastic orgasms which seemed to be easier to get. I also learned not to hide the excitement I received from spankings or whippings.
In a few weeks they decided I was ready. I was given a note saying I was going on a field trip to the capital and would be brought home by nine.
It turned out to be a great experience. The man they sent me to was nice looking for an older man and just wanted to take nude photos of me.
He kept telling me how pretty I was and fondling me as he moved me from pose to pose until I admitted he was making me very excited and asked him to fuck me. It was great. He put me on his lap facing him so I could move to create the most excitement to my clit and I found older men could last more than twice as long as boys to let me have satisfying orgasms.
The next day Jan asked me how long I was at his place and what I had done and wrote it in a little notebook. She explained the man would be billed for my work and asked if he had made any other demands. I told her that he was satisfied by the pictures and that I had convinced him to fuck me.
She said he may have wanted more if I had cuddled up to him after the fuck and that I was being paid by the hour for modeling plus anything else I did.
Naturally I began to have more "Field trips," and other extra- curricular work. My folks were delighted by the extra money I was bringing home and the fact I had become more interested in my school.