#Teen #Virgin
By Zarek Saba
I noticed that there are stories with minors… Let’s see what comes out of this madness of mine born from kink.
Walking down the street were Lema and her friends, all friends from the neighborhood, first known in the neighborhood and then, by luck and with the approval of members of the superior sex that her father knew, went to the same Lower Sex Education School (often acronymized as LSES). The LSES were girls’ schools, and Lema went to the section for cunts to be kept virgins, the other was for cunts already deflowered, who had large dildos attached to the chairs, some even two dildos, depending on the class and how much they wanted to remind the young cunts that they were just a collection of wet holes. How could a school work for cunts, whose brains always work badly? That’s not a topic for today.
Lema and her friends were only two; obviously she knew many more people, but in her neighborhood those were her dearest friends, and that day she had wanted to go out with them. Where had they gone? To the beautician, to the shops for cunts, to gossip about hundreds (even of the superior sex, and woe betide them if they were caught), to gossip about classmates and teachers… The usual things of inferior beings of their age: 14 years old the eldest of them.
Yet, despite their young age, after the Revolution the Cunt had been given a strict dress code, and according to this code they were dressed. Lema, elegant as ever, had a long, low-cut black dress that left both thighs and all her shapely legs free, her feet were wearing elegant, shiny slutty sandals. The dress was also low-cut, although not too low-cut, and when the drapes of fabric that remained between her legs moved due to the wind or the movement of her legs, her underwear, not too tight, although revealing, could be seen. Her pretty little face was vaguely oval with white skin, surrounded by curly raven hair and green eyes that matched it with a strange mysteriousness. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and her still-growing breasts showed her nipples through the fabric of the dress, which was held at the waist by a red belt decorated with glitter, attached to the dress by the same pieces of fabric as men’s jeans.
Viva, who her friends usually shortened to “Vi”, wore a very short skirt that was more of a tear in fabric than a real skirt, which showed off all her charms enclosed in a thong from which her pussy lips came out (but not hair, because she shaved), and behind which you could clearly see her asshole, but above all her firm buttocks, the result of the many gym lessons that her father made her take to make her more attractive to potential buyers. That tight thong, rubbing on her clitoris, always made her wet, and at school she was always punished for dirtying the chair she was on. Her father knew about it and loved to see her suffer at school. Everyone knew, however, that Viva always wore long skirts and real panties when she had her period, but at other times they loved to look at her mulatto-skinned bottom. Her belly was bare, but her breasts were enclosed in a top so tight that you could still see everything. Her flat but attractive face was the container of big dark puppy eyes (slut), and her reddish-brown hair was gathered in a horse braid (and she would have become a great stud mare).
Willow could instead be called a goth: dressed in black, she wore fishnet stockings, high heels (she was still the tallest of the three, with Vi and Lema rather short) black prostitute heels and very tight leggings without panties underneath, allowing you to see beautiful shapes including her hairy and menstruating vagina (and underneath you could glimpse the string of the strictly internal tampon). The black shirt was low-cut and made of fishnet to see the skin underneath, including her enormous breasts but with the nipples covered by black skull-shaped boobe covers. Her bob-cut hair, also black, was hanging down in one point on her face covering one eye, both of which were a deep blue. Her skin was pale, milky with the breast milk her breasts would one day shed, and it contrasted sharply with all her clothing. Her father had once called her the “Bicolore” as a joke, but she had actually liked the name and used it as an online nickname.
All three were carrying handbags containing various objects, things of the lower sex.
It was December, but they didn’t feel cold, and their makeup didn’t run (all three were heavily made up). The cold had almost disappeared since global warming had done its job.
Arriving in front of Lema’s house, the three stopped.
– See you all tomorrow, sluts! – said Lema, very happy, walking towards the front door of her house. The following day was Sunday: no school! He would have done his homework… Maybe –
– Same hour? – Vi asked, Willow instead was typing on her phone –
– Yes! – shouted Lema, who had now opened the front door. He then greeted with a big smile, and entered –
Willoe and Vi greeted her, then Willow gave Vi a resounding spank, the resulting smack loud enough to be heard throughout the neighborhood and the resulting pleasure so loud it almost made Vi come (she had to put her hand over her mouth to keep from orgasming). Willow took advantage of her friend’s moment of confusion to run home, which was just ahead of Lema’s, just across the street. The people on the street who saw the scene laughed heartily and lustfully.
When Lema entered the house she found herself alone. Her father was not there, he was still at work, and she was welcomed by the sex slave that her father bought when Lema’s mother died. Her name was Aniela, or at least that’s what her father had called her when he bought her, her previous name, if she had ever had one, was not important. Her father took her new name from a character in a TV series that she reminded him of.
Aniela was tall and thin, with a nice firm bottom and a shaved pussy the way her father liked it. Her breasts, large, were G-cups, much larger than Lema’s still childish breasts (which had started to develop more since her period), and she envied her for that. Her skin was white, her eyes blue and her hair blond. Lema’s mother was also blond, but she had inherited her father’s dark hair.
– Good evening, Mistress – Anela greeted her – I prepared your bath – she then said – You are punctual as always – And in her words there was happiness and joy, combined with a strange maternal feeling. Aniela had been sterilized (What good is a pleasure slave if she risks getting pregnant when you squirt and feel pleasure?), she could never have children: she was a pleasure slave, not a reproduction slave. Lema instead wanted to have children, be a reproduction slave, experience the joys of breastfeeding and becoming a mother –
– Of course Aniela.
– With your permission.
Aniela replied going to the bathroom to get ready, she would wash her mistress, slaves are also for this. Lema didn’t answer her greeting, obviously. They were both of the lower sex, cunt, which at school she had been taught were once called “Women”, but she was a superior cunt, born from a free man, while Aniela was a mere pleasure slave probably born in some breeding farm. However she didn’t deny that she felt something of affection towards the slave: she had taught her how to give pleasure to men, in particular how to give blowjobs, her father loved it when his daughter gave blowjobs (to him and his friends when he had parties). Her mother used to do it… Lema didn’t like to think about her mother, it hurt her.
Lema went to her room, throwing her purse on the bed and taking off her clothes that she left on the floor, Aniela would put them away. Naked, she went to the bathroom: a small pool in the style of Roman baths separated from the room with a toilet and bidet. Aniela had already prepared everything on a stool: shampoos, soaps, normal sponge and sponge for holes… An enema?
– This? – asked Aniela taking it in her hand, noticing the little mistress’s gaze – Your father asked to clean all the holes well.
Surprised, even if used to such occasions, she got into a doggy style position to let Aniela do it for her. Obviously it wasn’t a real enema, but rather a shower head to be connected to the shower pipes for enemas. Lubricating the head of the shower, doing it slowly so as not to hurt her (causing unpleasant sensations and offended faces to the little mistress like a sheep with her tits hanging out), she inserted the head of the shower into the anus of the little mistress, and then slowly opened it more and more, leaving it open for a moment and bringing herself to kneel at Lema’s little head, which she took in her hands and lovely kissed on the forehead. The little girl’s gaze was painful, but Aniela looked at her proudly and happily, albeit with a dormant anguish.
– This is training for what men will do to you – She said, but Lema didn’t answer well –
– Take it off, slave!
And at the order said in such a bad voice Aniela quickly took it off, causing a jolt and a little orgasm in the little mistress. The latter was getting up to let the fluids out and immerse herself in the tub, but Aniela put her back bent
– We’ve not finished yet.
She whispered in a gentle tone to Lema, from whose anus came the last trickles of the jet of water that came out when the slave removed the shower.
Aniela then took a pipette for vaginal washing, and filling it with soapy water in the tub, she first made a wash to perfume the anus, and then one to the real vagina. Lema held back from orgasming.
Aniela then took the sponges for holes, dipped them in the tub and washed the anus and pussy externally. She knew where to touch Lema, and to reward her for her skill she made her come and rejoiced in hearing her moans and watching her collapse from the pleasure given. She then helped her to get up, to enter the water and washed her breasts, face, hair, every part of her body. Aniela enjoyed that last bath to her mistress giving her all the pleasure and love she could, to her who for two years had been like a daughter to her.
Soon Lema would no longer be in that house.
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By Zarek Saba
#Teen #Virgin
