Schoolgirl Cum Girl

Schoolgirl Cum Girl: Part One

Warning:  For two days I became a character of invention; Schoolgirl Cum Girl.  I became totally absorbed in being a 16 year old schoolgirl.  I am really a 35 year old woman.  I have written the story as I felt it at the time.  It is therefore written as if I was 16, obviously I wasn’t.

To say that the first time I ejaculated it came as a shock would be an understatement.  One moment I am pushed back against a stone window ledge, Master holding my leg high above my shoulder, His fingers fucking me to new heights of pleasure and the next I am orgasming uncontrollably and there is liquid gushing out of my pussy soaking Master, me and the floor.  Afterwards I took some time to read up on female ejaculation so that I could understand what physically my body was doing.

To understand this story you need to have some knowledge of female ejaculation.  If you have that already or can’t be bothered just skip the next two paragraphs; for anyone still left, here is the science.

Female ejaculant is believed to be produced by the stimulation of the Skene’s Gland.  This is located in the urethral sponge on the upper wall of the vagina around the lower urethra.  When the Skene’s Gland is stimulated fluid is secreted from the paraurethral ducts into the urethra.  This fluid is then ejaculated on orgasm.  The fluid produced has been shown to be different in composition from both vaginal juices and urine.

For those whose anatomical knowledge is sketchy the important facts are; the urethral sponge is the vaginal wall separating the vagina from the bladder, stimulation of the urethral sponge also places pressure on the bladder.  Female ejaculant is expelled via the urethral tube, which is the same place that urine is expelled from.

And now to the story.

I blame you Master.  You started Schoolgirl Cum Girl.  You brought home the pinafore dress and the over knee socks, you told me to put my hair in bunches, and you took me out and paraded me in public dressed as a schoolgirl.  Is it my fault that I liked it?  Is it my fault that I loved it?  Is it my fault that I never want to dress any other way again?  Is it my fault that I want to be a schoolgirl and for you to be my stern Master?  You opened this Pandora’s Box Master now what will you do with it?

I have missed MSN Master since I came to live with you.  I have always found it difficult to express myself and in MSN I found a tool.  I would be sat at my computer and you would be sat at yours and there would be five miles of townscape between us.  I felt free to tell you all my desires, my hopes, my worries, my fears, my needs, my fantasies and my love.  The fibre optic cables would transport them to you and you would reply and make my world safe and complete.  Now I have to use my mouth, I have to form words, I have to be in your company and sometimes I am unable to express myself to you.

Was it a good idea of mine to use the computer as an artificial MSN Master?  I at least felt released.  Even with you sat at my side, even with us swapping the keyboard between us, even with the smell of you in my nostrils, the glimpses of you out of the corner of my eyes, even with your presence enveloping me; even then I could tap my fingers across the keyboard and tell you things my mouth wouldn’t dare utter.

I sat there in my pinafore, my over knee socks and heeled booties, my hair in bunches, my face cleansed of make up and just a little clear nail polish on my fingernails and I became who I wanted to be; who you wanted me to be.

I am 16 Master and a very good girl.  I have had lots and lots of boyfriends and am very experienced in all things sexual. I like you very much Master and I want to be your star pupil.  I want to be Teacher’s Pet, bring you an apple every day, help you with your books and do all the little errands that you deign to give me.  I spend my days sat at the front of your class staring into your eyes and dream about you taking me home with you, dream about you taking me to your bed, dream about you fucking me, dream about not being a virgin anymore and of having my own special Master to take care of me.

You are not happy Master.  Why are you not happy?  I’m sorry; I did not mean to lie.  Yes I am technically still a virgin.  No I do not have a boyfriend; I’ve never had a boyfriend.  All the boys tease me because I have little girl breasts and all the girls tease me because I don’t have any pubic hair.  I am 16 Master and every day I wake up and hope that my breasts will have grown and that my pubis will be matted with hair; but it never happens.  Then I come to school where all the girls are so beautiful and large breasted and have gorgeous bushy mounds and I sit in the corner when we change for sports and hide my naked childlike body and gaze at the womanly forms that surround me.

I can’t Master, not here, not in the middle of class, not with all my classmates staring at me.  Yes, I know that I’ve stared at their naked bodies.  Yes, I did lie to you.  Yes, I do deserve to be punished. Yes, displaying my own body is appropriate given all the ogling of others that I’ve done.  There are you happy Master; can’t you see how red I’ve gone, how embarrassed I am that you could treat your pet like this.

I never wear underwear Master, I consider it unhygienic.  I keep my naked pussy bare and my tiny breasts hardly need the support of a bra.  Of course I don’t do that.  I told you I am a very good girl and good girls don’t touch themselves there.  No never Master.  Never!  Never!  Never!  What does that mean: ‘me thinks you protest too much’.  Oh!  Well maybe I might have done once sort of by accident when I was half asleep in bed.  Don’t laugh at me Master, I don’t like it.  Yes you are right.  I do.  I do it every night.  I lie in my bed with my legs spread wide.  I open myself with my left hand, my fingers spread either side of my pussy lips and I stroke the index and middle fingers of my right hand along my vagina till I am soaked and then I find my little nub … my clitoris Master … and I thrum my fingers back and forth till I cum.

I think of you Master; always.  When I masturbate all I can think about is you.  Sometimes when I am sat at my desk in front of yours and you are talking to us, telling us about some dead person or another, I am so overcome with need that I stuff my fingers into my soaking pussy and bite down on my fingers whilst I cum before you.

Yes Master, I know it is wrong.  Why must I do that?  Yes, I understand, I am not to masturbate without permission.  I am not to cum without permission.  Yes, I do need to be punished; I do need to learn obedience and I do need to learn to control myself.  If that is what Master wishes I will do it.  Is Master trying to humiliate me; ordering me to the corner, naked bar my over knee socks in front of the whole class?

My face is red Master.  I am embarrassed at being displayed this way.  I know you can’t see it; you sat at your desk and me facing the corner but I want you to know that it isn’t right and it isn’t fair for you to treat me like this.  Sorry Master.  Yes I am a naughty little girl and yes I do deserve this.  I am very, very sorry and I will try to be good from now on.  Yes, I will do as I’m told.

See Master, I’ve stuffed my fingers into my pussy.  It is soaking.  I am dribbling juices down my thighs.  There are juices sheened across my knuckles.  My fingers are slick with my juices.  Can you see Master?  Can you see how easy my fingers are sliding in and out?  My pussy feels so hot, my fingers are enveloped in it, it’s hot and wet and … Can you see my body shake Master, can you see my arousal?

Huh?  What Master?  I need to Master.  I need to now Master.  I need to cum now Master.  Please may I cum Master?  Please Master?  Please?

Thank you Master.

No, I won’t stop Master.  I’ll stand here in my corner.  I’ll stand here degraded and humiliated my face to the wall.  I’ll fuck myself for you Master.  I’ll fuck myself so that everyone knows what a naughty bad girl I am.  I’ll fuck myself and you can watch my legs shake and my arse quiver as I cum and cum and cum.

Look Master, I’m gushing.  I’m ejaculating for you.  I’m squirting my pleasure everywhere for you.  I can feel it spurting out of my pussy, feel a torrent of cum on my hand and wrist, feel it splash against my thighs, feel the wetness of it soaking into my over knee socks and feel it dribble down my arm.

I’ve messed the floor Master.  I am sorry.  Was that really me?  Did I make that pool of cum on the floor?  I need the toilet Master.  Please may I go to the toilet?  Please Master?  I can’t go on; I need to use the bathroom.  Please don’t Master.  Please don’t put your fingers in me.  I know I’m your pet, your star pupil, your little schoolgirl Cum Girl.  I know I said I needed you, that I want you, that I want you to take me home, that I want you to fuck me and that I want you to relieve me of my virginity.  Yes, I want you to make me into a woman, but I really need the toilet Master.

No, please don’t stop Master.  I’m sorry if I’m a tease.  I need them.  I need your fingers in me.  I need your fingers fucking me.  Please fuck me faster Master.  Please fuck me harder Master.  Please Master.  Please may I cum Master?

I am sorry Master.  I’ve soaked you; drenched your hand and arm.  I am very, very sorry but it was so unbelievable to have your fingers stroke in and out of me; owning me, possessing me, controlling me, making my tiny petite frame shake with orgasm after orgasm.

Please may I turn round Master?  Please may I turn around to show the class what you’ve done to me?  Please may I show them my panting, cum soaked body?  Please may I spread my legs and display my dribbling pussy to them?  Then could you fuck me again Master?  Could you fuck me whilst they stare at me, so that they can see my face as I cum for you?  Could you fuck me so they may see my gaping, dribbling mouth, my eyes pinched shut, my panting chest, my dishevelled hair and my face lost in ecstasy as I cum and cum for you?  Please may we do that Master?

Yes Master.  Please fuck me Master.  Stick your fingers deep into me.  Make me cum, make me gush.  Fuck me and make my cum gush all over you, me, the floor, everywhere.  I’m spreading myself Master as wide as I am able.  I’m open, available, please fuck me Master.  Can you feel me gush?  I can’t stop.  I’m cuming Master; cuming and cuming.  Yes Master; push me down; push me down onto your fingers.  I want them all, I want them to fill me, to spread me, for them to fuck through my cervix and penetrate my heart.

My legs are giving way Master.  They have no strength, they are ragdoll legs.  I’m collapsing.  Please keep fucking me.  Please keep fucking your schoolgirl Cum Girl.  Fuck your Cum Girl with her soaking arse.  Fuck your Cum Girl as she sits, collapsed in a pool of her own cum.  Fuck me Master while I cum and squirt for you.

I need the toilet Master.  Please stop Master.  Please may I go to the toilet Master?  Please?

Please fuck me Master.  Don’t stop.  Please may I cum Master?  I do need to pee Master.  I really do need to pee.  No Master.  I won’t.  That’s disgusting.  I need to use the toilet.  I won’t; not here.  Please don’t make me Master.  Everyone’s watching your little Cum Girl cum and gush and soak herself.  They’re all watching me sat naked in the corner in a pool of my own cum.  I need to pee Master.  I need to use the toilet.  Please may I cum Master?  Please may I Master?  Please Master?

I’ve wet myself Master.  I’m sorry Master, I’ve wet you.  I couldn’t stop myself, I couldn’t hold it anymore.  I was lost; ejaculating, cuming, peeing.  I had no control anymore Master.  I’m very sorry Master.  I’ll lie here and wait for you Master.  I’ll lie here in my cum and my wee.  I’ll lie here till you need to use me Master.

Thank you Master.

Please will you take me to bed Master?