Neighbor Girl

Sexy slutty cunt-girl Amy told me a lot of things that afternoon in the pool, the taste of her and Mr. Cameron still in my mouth.  My head was swimming, and that bitch Amy wasn't helping my using her toes to diddle my pussy, keeping me all revved up.  I had thought that having Amy as my own was cool--this was even better.  This was the fuckin' best.  I wanted to shove the little bitch's head under water and hold her there while she sucked me to cum after cum, but I was aware of Mr. Cameron sitting at his table watching us in the pool, and I didn't want to do anything to upset him.

It was my fantasy.  Hot Mr. Cameron teaching me on Amy's sexy body, teaching me how to hurt her, pleasure her, turn her into nothing but meat.  And Mr. Cameron fucking me, fucking me with that hard, hot cock of his.  I shuddered as I thought about it, as I pressed my cunt against Amy's toes.  Tonight, she said.  Tonight Mr. Cameron was going to fuck me, take my virginity.  I came.

I couldn't think straight.  I was shaking, I was so turned on.  It didn't matter I had cum twice already--the anticipation, the nearness of both Amy and Mr. Cameron, was too much.  I never wanted to leave there, sitting in the pool, so close to Amy, staring at Mr. Cameron, remembering the look, the taste of his cock.  Seeing his body, his strength, his masculinity, knowing it was going to be turned on me.  Turning to look at Amy, sweet, innocent-looking Amy, knowing that it was fake, knowing what she truly needed made my skin burn.  I think I would have gone crazy if they hadn't broken up the party after about a half hour and Amy hadn't said that she needed to go shopping with her mother.  God, I just wanted eat her up.

Amy had told me that I was to enter in through the side door of Mr. Cameron's garage at 11:30, where I would meet him and we would begin my lessons.  I couldn't wait.  When eleven rolled around I snuck out in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and pushed my bike down my driveway before I started toward Amy's.  The entire ride I felt my heart pounding with anticipation, hardly able to keep from trembling as I peddled as fast as I could.

When I pushed my bike into his garage, the lights already on, I had no idea what I expected.  What I saw was a practically empty garage, a long workbench against the back wall, floor covered in gym mats, and the strangest looking modified saw horse I'd ever seen.  Now, you know, I love porn, especially porn where the woman gets what's coming to her, so I knew exactly what the horse was for, and I shuddered, thinking of it splitting Amy in two, her cunt bruised on the hard metal 'V' of the horse.  God, that was hot.  What I didn't see was Mr. Cameron.

I stood there like a big idiot, just staring, waiting, not sure what I was supposed to do.  I started thinking crazy thoughts, like I had done something wrong, or maybe I got the time wrong, or other crazy shit like that.  Just when I was ready to walk over and knock on the door into Mr. Cameron's house, he opened the door and stepped out.

God, he looked so big, so strong, so masculine.  I practically gaped at him, I was such an idiot.  I think I even blushed when I saw him rake me with his eyes, staring at me like I was nothing but a piece of meat, goose-pimples raising on my arms, but I met his eyes:  I wasn't one of those weak little cunts who needed to be shown her place; I was going to do the showing, dammit.

He smiled and stepped toward me.

"Hello Kaley."

"Hello Mr. Cameron."

"Call me teacher," he said, his hands resting on my shoulders, making me shudder.

"Yes teacher."  I tried to sound casual, but just saying the words sent a flash of lust through me.  I wanted to ask where Amy was, but I wasn't even sure she would be here.

"I'm sure you're wondering if Amy is going to be here.  Don't worry, she'll be here in about a half hour.  I wanted you here early because I wanted to talk to you about some things my student needs to know.  While we're talking, I'll show you my horse, and we'll set it up for our little slut-slave."

For the next half hour, he talked to me, making my mind spin and my cunt juice with his words, his truth, all the while showing me his prized toy, a horse with many, many attachments, where he could bind and torment girls for hours on end in an endless number of positions.  I shuddered with lust when he revealed how we were to use Amy that night.  Damn, it was so hot, so damned hot.  As for the other stuff, the training stuff, most of it didn't surprise me, but just knowing that I was going to be practicing my fantasies was enough to make me want to dig my fingers into my cunt and cum and cum and cum.

He would teach me how to find them, he said, how to spot the ones who wanted to be controlled, wanted to be placed in hand, who craved domination.  He would teach me how to seduce them, how to bring them into my orbit.  Once seduced, I must understand that each girl was different, each with a different need, a different fantasy, one that her trainers must feed, must reinforce, must grow until it consumed them, made them less than human, made them desire nothing more than to be used over and over as a sexual thing.  This was when the sluts were trained, when I would shape their minds to my ends, turning them into mewling playthings.

He used my slutty perv friend Amy as an example, saying that he had seen it in her since she was eleven, they way she had followed my lead on everything, the way she had shied away from boys, from men, becoming just a bit more quiet than normal, her eyes not meeting theirs quite so much as they should.  Even the way her body moved betrayed her, they way it seemed to shift, just a little, enticingly, whenever she was around men, they way she tilted her head, the way she placed her feet, how her hips shifted just so.  It was a sign, a display, of who she was and what she wanted, to submit, to be dominated.  The hard part, he told me, was learning her fantasy, learning what aspect it took, what mix of humiliation, domination, and pain she secretly desired.

Talking about Amy was like magic, 'cause she was suddenly there, the side door opening and sexy, slutty, dirty Amy, wanton fuck-slut Amy, was there, in a cute little pleated tan skirt and a white button-down shirt, un-tucked, and the cutest pair of sandals wrapped around her feet.  I swear I couldn't help myself.  The second I saw her my vision seemed to blur, and then there was nothing else there, just her, just Amy, and I was on her, my hand tangled in her hair, pulling her lips down against mine, her tongue against mine as I took her, my hand slipping up her skirt to squeeze that sexy ass of hers, pulling her hips against mine.  God, I wanted to devour her.

"Kaley....  Kaley....  Kaley...."

"Uh."  I broke off the kiss, my heart pounding, and I could feel my cunt juice sliding down my thigh under my jeans.  Damn, it felt so nasty.

"Why don't you show Amy what we have in store for her tonight?"

"Uh, yes teacher," I stammered, my body almost trembling with expectation and lust.  I kept her hair in my hand and led her by the back of her head over to the horse.  "So, Amy-slut, tonight we're going to put you on the horse.  You see that metal cock jutting up there?  That's going into your slimy cunt.  You see the wires at the base of it?  They lead to that transformer there, and a rheo...rheo..."

"Rheostat"

"Yah, a rheostat that controls how much of a shock we can give your needy pussy.  What's it called again, teacher?"

"A picana."

"A picana.  It's a torture device.  And I'm going to control it with this remote over here; I'm going to control how much you hurt.  How does that make you feel, Amy?"

"Mistress...."

"Yes, Amy-cunt?"

"Oh God, Mistress...."

"Heh, you slut.  Don't worry, we haven't forgotten your ass.  Right here is a TENS unit--an electrified butt-plug.  Mr. Cameron says that it'll make you feel like you're being ass-fucked continuously.  You'll love that.  Oh, and don't think you're clit is going to escape punishment," with those words I pressed myself against her and grabbed her cunt from the front--the worthless whore wasn't wearing any panties--and pinched the flesh around her clit, my hand slipping in her juices as she moaned and pushed her cunt against my hand.  "The horse will take care of that.  Think of it, all of your weight right on this one sensitive little spot.  You are going to be in so much pain, you piece of fuck-meat.

"That's not all," I continued, my fingers digging away at her crotch, my eyes watching hers as they lost focus, my words and my nails sending Amy off into her own little pain-slut world.  Damn, it was so hot just watching her.  "See above there, that long metal dildo attached to the overhead beam?  Once you're mounted, your head will be pulled back and that will go down your throat.  We're going to spit you like the piece of meat you are, you dirty slut," I spat out, squeezing her cunt harder, making her gasp, before pulling my hand away and wiping it across her cheek, not wanting to spoil my slave by letting her cum.

Mr. Cameron broke in.  "Strip her, Kaley, and then take off your own clothes.  Don't you think it's about time your teacher saw you naked?"

I turned to look at Teach, panting.  Damn.  Handling Amy, describing the nasty stuff I was going to do to her made me so hot.  I wanted to push her to the ground and ride her face until I came again and again while I pinched those slutty nipples of hers.  I could see Teach was hot too, but he was looking at me, and my cunt spasmed with lust.  He was going to fuck me, me, not Amy.  His hard, hot, sexy body, his power, his strength, would be turned on me tonight, his cock thrusting in and out of my fuck-box.  I lusted for it so badly, but dreaded it too.  Not the pain, screw that!  No, I dreaded that I would be like Amy, or Brooke, or any of those other weak-willed sluts who could only think of their cunts.  I wasn't like that, I told myself, not at all.

Don't get me wrong, I love Amy, she's my best friend, and I fucking love fucking the shit out of her, but she's a girly-girl, and, like all girly-girls, she, deep down, wanted to be dominated, to be used and abused and broken until she was little more than a fuck-puppet.  Me, I wouldn't, couldn't be turned into a needy, crawling, begging slut, my only thought to get my rocks off, but the fear was there, that maybe I was wrong, that Mr. Cameron, Teach, would make me into what I despised about girls, insipid, teasing, manipulative bitches, needing to be put in their place.

All this stuff ran through my mind as I unbuttoned Amy's shirt.  Slut wasn't wearing a bra, her gorgeous tits, with that oh-so-sweet flesh of hers, exposed as I pushed the shirt down her arms and off.  Did I mention how sexy she was?  Damn.  I untied her sandals next as she stood there, and then pulled off her skirt, leaving the slut completely nude and trembling--she was so needy.  I took my clothes off next, a little embarrassed, you know?  It was the first time I was naked in front of anybody but Amy, and this time it was him, my Teacher.  God, it was so embarrassing, and then I started thinking about Amy, with her full breasts, and her curvy hips and full thighs and fine ass standing next to me, a little stick girl, looking like an eight year old.

Fuck that!  I didn't need to be sexy like Amy, didn't need my body to be a honey-trap for men.  I was the top, the dominant, the one who would teach them what their bodies were good for, dumb sluts.  When I had slid out of my panties I looked at him, my face red with embarrassment, and saw him staring at me, making me shudder, his eyes seeming to bore into me, like, like he knew everything I was thinking, knew my weakness and my need.  I swear it made me feel even more naked, and scared, but then he spoke and it was like it never happened.

"Get her on the horse.  Just the way I told you."

"Yes, Teacher."

Let me tell you, even with the horse being low to the ground, and a more than willing victim, getting Amy up on that horse and in position wasn't easy, especially since Mr. Cameron refused to help, only giving advice here and there.  The hardest was lining up the throat spit, since I had to hold the slut's head back, her back arching, even as I used a lever to lower the dildo down her throat, and then having to slide the rubber ring down around it into her mouth so she wouldn't chip her teeth on the metal.  When I was finally done and stepped back to look at her, I couldn't help it.  I mean, damn, she looked so fucking hot.  I starting rubbing myself right there in front of Mr. Cameron and everything staring at Amy bound, spitted, her sexy body trembling and slowly writhing on the horse.

Her knees were pointing at the ground, tension on her thighs making her muscles stand out.  Her calves were folded against her thighs and a thin cord connected both of her big toes over the top of the horse, arching her feet sexily and keeping her legs in place.  Her arms were pulled behind her back, a soft rope around her elbows pulling them almost together and more rope around her wrists, with another sliding between her wrists and binding them to an eye-bolt just behind the thin cord binding her toes.  Her head was tilted far back, her hair falling almost down to the horse, the metal dildo seeming to jut from her mouth and throat to connect to the overhead beam, the bulge in her throat showing just how far down I had shoved the dildo down her gullet.

Her cunt gaped over the metal dildo stabbing into her groin, and her weight pressed her cunt hard against the 'V' of the horse, her bondage arching her back beautifully and forcing her to jut out those gorgeous tits of hers, just ripe for torture.  The slut was so turned on, I could see, that the horse was already dripping with the cunt juice and she'd been moaning continuously from the moment she had slid the dildo up her cunt.

So there I am, lost in this sight of Amy-cunt controlled, dominated, punished, rubbing myself, when Mr. Cameron walks into the scene (I had forgotten about him) making my heart skip a beat.  I pulled my hand away from my clit, embarrassed again.

"Good job, Kaley.  It's also good that you enjoy the work so much," I blushed and looked down as he laughed.  "One last addition, though, and it'll be perfect."

With that my Teach took an allegator clamp with a wire attached and tied it into the transformer attached to the picana and clipped it right on Amy's clit, making her squeel through the dildo lodged in her throat.

"You remember what I told you about marking her up, right?"

"Yah.  Don't, unless I want her parents and teachers and social workers and police looking into what kinds of kinky games she's been into."

"Don't forget the same goes for pictures and videos.  Secrecy first of the games are over."

"I know."

"Well, tonight we're going to break one of the rules, since a girl only loses her virginity once, and it should be special for her."  I heard the smile and the lust behind the words, and they sent a warmth through me.  "What say we mark up these marvelous tits of hers?"  He handed me a cane.

"Yah."  It was all I could say, I was so turned on I wanted him to throw me to the ground and fuck me while I wrapped my legs around him and clawed at his back and screamed.  My vision was a bit hazy on the edges, but I could see Amy, her sexy body arched and bound and oh so vulnerable, and I had a cane in my hands, and her tits were there, so round, so full, so fucking beatable.

I started in like a madwoman, hitting those fuck-bags like I wanted to tear them from her chest, throwing every ounce of strength into each blow, the sharp sound of the flexible wood against her soft flesh like a shot, a shot followed by Amy's strangled cry, her body trembling and shaking, the sounds and the motions setting my groin on fire with lust.  On my fifth or sixth blow she suddenly went rigid, and I swear I fucking sneered--I thought the slut was cumming, but then her whole body started trembling and, I can't describe it just right, but it was kind of like pulsing, and she was screaming as best she could through the rod down her throat.  I started whipping again, so fucking incredibly turned on I thought I was going to cum on the spot just watching her torment.  Jeez, I didn't want her torture to stop.

Just as suddenly her body lost its rigidity and she was panting, her chest heaving, her stomach hollowing as she whimpered and cried, and I was tears running from the corners of her eyes, sliding into her hair, wetting it, her eyes tightly closed, her fingers still trembling against her back.  It was fucking incredible.  Fucking incredible.

"Why don't you try it, Kaley?  She's yours too, after all."

I took the controls, staring at the switch and the knob, and then looking up at Amy, so helpless.  I turned the nob all the way down and then flicked the switch to on, looking up at Amy, bound, tortured, pain-slut Amy, and saw her tense slightly, her breathing picking up just a little.  It was then I noticed how slick the horse had become underneath her cunt--the dirty, nasty little slut.  She was leaking like a sieve, enjoying every dollop of pain we were dishing out.

I slowly turned the knob, increasing the juice pounding into the slut's cunt, watching as her body started first to tremble and then to undulate and jerk.  By the time I had turned the knob a third of the way to max power her slender, sexy body was pulsing and jerking against the horse, and I could tell the stupid slut was getting off on it, the way she was hunching her body, the way she was grinding her cunt against the horse, the moaning cries of pain and lust coming from her gagged throat.  God, I wanted to hurt her so much, wanted to hurt her so bad she wouldn't, couldn't get off, hurt her so bad she would cringe every time she remembered it.

I wanted to show her, my best friend, my lover, that her abnormal, twisted lust, her depraved needs, made her nothing more than a beast, a thing, meat; that she was nothing, nothing.  I wanted to hurt her, degrade her, torture her until she was a crawling, mewling, begging animal, worshiping the ground I walked on, begging to please me, to suffer anything at my hands for my pleasure.  I jerked the knob all the way to its max setting, my teeth clenched, a snarl on my face as Amy howled, her whole body going rigid and then jerking and shaking as the voltage pounded deep into her cunt.

She looked so sexy, so hot, so much in pain.  Piss splashed against the horse as she lost control of her bladder, and I laughed, my cunt humming and burning with lust as I dropped the control and picked up the cane.  With two hands I swung the cane up against her trembling tits, striking them with such force they bulged around the cane, her skin weeping a dark red line as the cane retreated, ugly and sharp and oh so fucking hot.  Again and again I pounded her fuck-bags, crossing them with brutal red lines as she trembled and jerked under the pounding, tormenting voltage pouring into her needy, grasping cunt.

Suddenly her whole body seemed to sag in its bonds, her howls reduced to a deep, pained moaning, and I stood there, sweat dripping from my own body, the cane held like a sword in my hands, its point down, and I looked over at Mr. Cameron.  He stood there, the control in his hands, naked--he had gotten naked while I had played--his cock hard, jutting out from his body like the weapon it was, his eyes, oh god his fuckin' eyes.

"Enough," he said, his eyes seeming to burn my body with their intensity, my thighs slick with my own fuck-lube, my skin burning as he grabbed my shoulder, the cane dropping from my hands as he pulled me against him, pulled me on top of him as he folded his legs under him and leaned back on the mat, the top of his head facing toward Amy, slutty, needy, crying, moaning, Amy, my skinny, almost prepubescent body straddling him, my cunt over his cock, seeming to weep with need of its own.

"Put it in, Kaley.  Put my cock into your cunt."

I was so hot, so hot, my sight seemed to blur, my focus narrow, until all I saw was my hands, looking so small, around his cock as I hunched over, lining it up with my slit, its tip rubbing against my swollen flesh, my juices already coating it I was so fuckin' horny.  I pushed down, grunting as I felt the head of his cock slip into my virgin cunt, my own fuck-lube making it easy, so easy for me to take him into me.  My heart seemed to skip as I pushed myself down, his cock sliding up into me, stretching me, a stretching, filling type of pain blending with my lust, my need, making everything feel so damned good I never wanted it to end, never wanted this one moment where I took my own virginity while Amy moaned in pain and lust in the background to end.

I felt his pubes tickle my flesh, and then I was all the way down, he was all the way in, and my clit was pushing against his flesh as he filled my and as my hands found his chest and I leaned down and forward and arched my hips back, my clit grinding against him as his cock pressed inside of me and I could feel the orgasm coming, growing, like my cunt was some sort of balloon and the pleasure was water rushing to fill it, filling it, making it grow from deep, deep down in the pit of my stomach, connected to the tip of my clit as I slid my cunt-mound back and forth across him, his cock stirring and stretching my insides, the build up of pleasure making me gasp and then it burst and I came, the orgasm crashing into me, washing over me, seeming to fill every nerve in my body, from the top of my head to the tips of my toes with pleasure, such incredible pleasure I screamed and pressed down hard onto my Teacher.

It was incredible, so incredible, I seemed to lose time.  When I came back to myself I felt his hands on my hips and he was moving me back and forth across him, his cock still churning up my insides, the pleasure still taking my breath away, and then I felt, under my hands against his chest, the control.  I took over moving my hips, following the lead of his hands, and flicked the switch, my eyes now on Amy, her body, glistening with sweat, still bound to the horse, her head back, her throat bulging with the rod pinning her in place, her thighs covered with a sheen of piss and cunt-lube.

I teased us all, my teacher and myself any Amy, twisting the knob lower, letting Amy-slut's need drive her hips into a dance of need, and then, when I knew she was close, turning it to full power, blasting her cunt with voltage, making her scream and jerk to my will, all the time riding my Teacher's cock, feeling the pleasure of having a hard rod of flesh piercing me, filling me, churning up my insides.  It was wonderful; hot and sexy and wonderful.  Back and forth I twisted the knob, Amy's cries of pain and frustration filling my ears, her writhing, bucking, sweating, tortured body filling my eyes, my Teacher's cock filling my body.  I came again, twisting the knob to its max, Amy's screams matching my own.

Suddenly I was on my back, Mr. Cameron's body covering my own, his lips against mine, his tongue thrusting into my mouth as I gasped, his hips slamming into mine, my slender body covered, owned, possessed by my Teacher's, his cock fucking in and out of my cunt, each punished thrust dragging a grunt from me.  He straightened, and I found my face against his chest as he held himself against me and above me, spearing me, fucking me, pounding me.  I tilted my head back, a rag-doll now, exhausted by lust and pleasure, and watched as Amy, the voltage now turned low, slowly, achingly fucked herself against the horse, moaning and weeping and trembling.

This is how it felt, I thought, this is how it felt to be a woman, to be fucked, to be taken, legs spread, pierced, shredded, pleasure tearing at every nerve, feeling strangly safe beneath a man.  It was so seductive, so good.  A strangled, grunting cry came from Amy, and I saw her stomach pulse, her thighs bunching and unbunching as liquid squirted from her cunt, her orgasm making her whole body tremble.  Then Teacher stopped, his hips pressed hard against mine, his cock pulsing inside me as he sighed, filling me with his seed, making me a woman, my third cum rocking me, surprising me as I buried my head in his chest even as I screamed in pleasure.  It was all so fucking good.