Chapter 19 - Detention for Kim

"So...you're sure about this?" Far be it for me to question Ms. Stahl, but this particular idea of hers was a bit crazy, even for her. Since I had begun my sexual awakening Ms. Stahl seemed like she was on a high speed race to prove just how over the top she could make things; both for her and myself. Looking back I'm sure she was thrilled that Mr. Poln trained me because it meant another woman she could be close to that she could share a connection with - we lived nearby, and despite the noticeable difference in our ages we had always gotten along well. Even when Ms. Stahl was just my teacher and not my...well...sex teacher, our rapport had been wonderful. Now that we were friends, fuck buddies, and on occasion mistress and pet, I understood her desire to do as many crazy things with me as she could. But still… "You know all of these guys?"

"Well, I don't know them, per se." Ms. Stahl responded as she stepped out of our hotel room's bathroom, smoothing out her hair and making sure she looked her best. She had just reapplied a layer of crimson lipstick, making her mouth pop in sultry style to perfectly accent her hot older woman look. She sold it, as usual. "But they're all in the community I belong to. Plenty of check-ups, rules and guidelines, everything." She reached out a hand and pinched my cheek, like an affectionate aunt at a family get-together. "You know I wouldn't throw you to the wolves unless they were safe and approved wolves!"

"Yeah, I know." I chuckled, and rubbed my cheek as I switched places with Ms. Stahl in the restroom. I took her spot in adjusting my makeup in the mirror, though it would take me a lot less time. No eyeliner, no blush, just a small bit of lip gloss and a few dots of perfume. I was dressed that day in my old classic: sexy pleated schoolgirl skirt, knee high white socks, and a white button-up shirt I twisted at the bottom to expose my belly button. The sexy schoolgirl look was always a crowd pleaser, and no matter how many dirty things I did I always enjoyed the thrill of knowing I was a slut student getting fucked by my elders. After pressing my lips together and ensuring I was properly made up and perfumed, I turned on a heel and looked to my teacher. "All right! I'm ready, Ms. Stahl."

"Wonderful, dear." Ms. Stahl responded, and I could just tell she was only barely able to restrain pinching my cheek again. "So, remember the rules! Nobody gets in without donating a toy! We'll make my baby's Christmas the best ever, even if the stores are sold out of everything!"

"Heh...happy to help, Ms. Stahl." I took a breath, and moved to stand beside my teacher as we faced the hotel room door. Outside in the hall we had guests waiting; all of them told what time to show up with an approved list of gifts. "Even if this weird toys for...teenage sex scheme of yours is one of the strangest things I've ever done." I paused, and wiggled my hand from side to side. "Well...top twenty, at least. How many are we expecting?"

"Oh, I'm sure not many." Ms. Stahl murmured, stepping up to the door and preparing to let in our guests. "Probably only five or six at the very most. Here we go…!"

With that, Ms. Stahl swung the door open with a bright smile that quickly faded into a look of shock. A look I no doubt mirrored from behind her - staring ahead at the line of men that were waiting down the hall with toys, games, and gifts in hand.

Getting gangbanged by twenty plus men wasn't how I had planned on spending Christmas Eve Eve, but...Ms. Stahl, everyone. The woman was, and is, a goddamn lunatic. And I promise you she's only gotten more intense with age.

Our hotel room had two queen size beds - usually our sexual escapades led to us getting rooms with multiple places to sleep, if for no other reason than to diminish suspicions. That day; however, one bed was used for the fun part of the evening while the other was used to hold a steadily growing mountain of toys. I was only able to pay attention to the first few ones that made the pile; expensive hard to get Christmas items that were going for a tenfold markup online, or even toys that were already outrageously priced out of the gate. How the men got all those toys to donate I couldn't even begin to guess - maybe some were store employees, some were just deep pocketed and didn't mind splurging, and I'd probably be kidding myself if I didn't admit at least some of them had probably cannibalized their own kids' Christmas treasures.

Oh well. Still two days left before Christmas, that stuff could be replaced...even if their dad was a bit of a dirtbag. But hey, who was I to judge? Who's the real villain here - the man that trades his child's Christmas gift for a blowjob from a teenager, or the teenager that was so eager to suck him off? Truly, a holiday question for the ages.

Either way, the pile of toys on the bed grew by leaps and bounds, with each one of Ms. Stahl's friends piling in and tossing their donation onto the heap. Some of them wore sunglasses and high collars to hide their presence there - clearly married men - while others were feeling more festive and jaunty with Santa hats or reindeer horns. I just sat at the edge of the bed doing my best to look adorably fuckable, while trying to hold back my laughter at the idea of getting literally reindeer trained.

"Thanks for coming, everyone!" Ms. Stahl cooed, stepping up and gesturing to me like some beautiful prize. "This little lady's name is...Tilda."

Yep. I really looked like a Tilda.

"There's quite a lot of you here, more than we expected," Ms. Stahl continued, unphased as "Tilda" rolled her eyes at her new name. "But don't worry, no one's going home unhappy! If you boys don't mind, I suppose I can join in to help Tilda handle you all!" The sound of applause from the men joining us was loud enough that the room next door pounded on the wall, and I had to laugh at that. If the sound of twenty guys cheering was enough to disturb their evening...well...they had a long fucking night ahead of them. Ms. Stahl stood up with a smile and reached out for the first man, inviting him over with a bright and cheerful smile. "Since you were first in line you get a special treat, Santa! A double blowjob from two horny little elves!"

I merely rolled my eyes again, though this time it was with a wide smile. Ms. Stahl was crazy and berserk when it came to having filthy fun, but damned if I didn't enjoy going nuts right along with her.

Soon our tongues were working together on the tip of the same cock, one belonging to the envy of the whole room. Our first visitor was treated to a wonderful blowjob sandwich by myself and Ms. Stahl, and if I could enjoy a bit of ego stroking we were really damned good at it. I had moved one hand to cup our first visitor's sack while Ms. Stahl handled his shaft; keeping one hand firmly planted around his base so we could share the tip with our lips. Our tongues wiggled back and forth and naturally didn't mind if they bumped into each other, and when Ms. Stahl reared back to spit on his cock I was right there to wrap my mouth around it and clean him up. Naturally we could hear the men in the background all voice their desire, and the sound of their horny voices was easily enough to get me all the more excited.

"The schoolgirl's so hot...wonder what her pussy's like…"

"Gonna make them each other out, right?"

"Only after we fill them both up with cum!"

All of these were men that at least had some relationship with the group Ms. Stahl was a part of, and so they all knew the appropriate behavior for these sort of get togethers. No one there was going to try to push either of the two host sluts into a position they didn't want, unless their goal was to be blacklisted from similar events while simultaneously being thrown out by twenty horny guys looking to make themselves out to be heroes. It was a safe environment to have fun in, and I relished in that as Ms. Stahl and I worshipped the first cock of the evening to a moment of thundering climax. Our first secret Santa twitched and gave a groan as his cock started to throb, and streaks of white erupted squarely across Ms. Stahl's face. My teacher's blushing cheeks were soon painted with white which I readily moved to clean up - in fact, that cock was still squirting even as I rolled my tongue up Ms. Stahl's cheek to collect the first streak. For the first load of the evening it was rich and delicious and surprisingly copious, makes sense considering our price for attendance was high. Nobody wanted to waste their stamina ahead of time when they had a two-girl gangbang lined up for the evening.

"Mmm...wonderful!" Ms. Stahl purred, just as my lips worked down her throat to chase a few more drops of white. "And with that, the party's just beginning! Let's have some fun, boys!" Her words were the gunshot before a race, the signal for everyone to throw themselves towards us. I knew that I wouldn't get much more time with Ms. Stahl and so I gave her one quick kiss squarely on the lips; my tongue ushering a taste of warm cum onto hers in the split seconds before I was pulled away. The thrill of being grasped and surrounded by unknown men was, in the heat of the moment, just about the only thing that could've pulled me away from my teacher.

"Hello there~" I cooed as I was yanked to the far edge of the bed, and men of all shapes and sizes surrounded me. Hands were running up and down my thighs to tease at my pussy, grab my breasts through the fabric of my shirt, and even stroke down my hair. Exposed cocks were lining up left and right, and above me was a sea of faces - either wearing ski masks for anonymity or complete uncovered - eager to get a piece of this teenaged fuckslut. I wrapped my hands around the closest two, while tilting my head to the side to give a kiss to a third before speaking. "Any virgins in the group today? They get first fuck."

It was Christmas, and I was in a giving mood. Sure enough one of them stepped forward, a young man that must have only just managed to make the cut of Ms. Stahl's group. He was someone I barely recognized from the local mall; one of those teenagers that tended to make the rounds at all sorts of different stores. Made sense he could provide an in-demand toy for that evening's attendance, and I called him over with a hooked finger even as other men groped and fondled me.

"Merry Christmas." I purred in my sultriest, sweetest tone. With the help of some of my new friends I lifted my legs up and opened them wide, exposing my raw, wet pussy underneath my skirt. With one cock still drifting near my face and always within kissing range, I coaxed the boy closer with another seductive tone. "I think I've seen you working at Garson Toys, right?"

"Oh, uh...y-yeah." The boy stammered, blushing as he moved to kneel before him. Unlike the others his cock wasn't out yet, but I could tell by the bulge at the front of his jeans that it was aching to get out. "Nice to meet you…?" Couldn't blame him for the awkwardness, I never knew what to say at gangbangs for my first few, either.

"Well, it'll be nicer when you slip that cock inside of me." I whispered, and stretched my hands forward to reach for his lap. Working quickly I managed to free it, and soon it was slapping forward against my lap and lining up to my pussy. With a grin I leaned back and let him do the rest of the work, finally turning to the cocks left unattended that had been so patiently waiting. With one final wink to the young man I made him a little promise - something for him to keep in mind and encourage him to do a good job. "Fill me up with enough cum, and I just might stop by and see you at Garson's sometime!"

From there, I kept my mouth shut and lost myself in the moment. My mouth wrapped around the nearest cock and I eagerly started to suck, just as my new virgin friend shoved his prick into my pussy. I was already soaked and his motions, even inexperienced as they were, were enough to stir me to all sorts of levels of delight. I rocked my hips forward to crash into his, shared my mouth between two separately offered cocks, and pumped another two as I made a spectacle of myself. In the rare moments that I could see what was going on at the other end of the bed Ms. Stahl was in a similar state; bent over on her hands and knees while she was drilled in the pussy and ass, with another man fucking straight down her throat.

Only a fraction of the men that showed up to donate that evening had gotten close to us yet - there was plenty of work for these little Santa's helpers to do.

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At the time, it was one of the largest gangbangs I had ever been a part of. If it wasn't for Ms. Stahl nearby, I'm not entirely sure I would've been able to handle them all...but I would've gladly fucked myself to exhaustion, I had that much fun. From the first load of cum that filled me from the virgin boy to the two middle aged guys that slapped my ass with bare hands wearing wedding rings, to the arcing coil of spit that I managed to connect to five separate cocks as I sucked them one after the other...it was definitely some of the best work of my high school career, I can tell you that much! Every time I moved it felt like cum dripped out of my pussy, because if there was one thing I absolutely knew about men it was that if you gave them permission to cum inside...they most definitely would. Before a half hour was upon my pussy had been fucked and filled five times, my ass filled twice, and I'd swallowed at least seven loads. My little schoolgirl outfit fared about as well as I could've expected, the button-up shirt pulled open to expose my breasts, the skirt utterly stained with white as it poured out of my holes. At least they were nice enough to always nudge my glasses back into place if they went askew - after all, they wanted to make sure I could see the next cock to get to it.

The bed was basically screaming underneath us the whole time, with our massive combined weight sharing it. Me and my new friends, Ms. Stahl and hers, all of us thrusting and thrashing into one another with reckless abandon. It's a fucking miracle we didn't break it, and I was so impressed with the hotel's accommodations that I ended up visiting there for other...future endeavors down the line. (Which I'll no doubt tell you about later.) To tell you all the paces that Ms. Stahl and I were put through that evening would take hours, but I can sup up the evening well with the very last thing we did. The thing I remembered most, and to this day remains one of the most thrilling embraces of pure, filthy carnality that I ever enjoyed.

For an hour and a half we had been getting fucked and filled, and at that point both Ms. Stahl and I were laying with our heads dangling off the foot of the bed, our hair hanging down and our eyes treated to an upside-down look at the room. Both of us already had faces that were smeared with cum and sweat and even each other's juice, because naturally we had gleefully slurped cream from each other's pussy a few minutes ago. Our legs were raised as a line of men on the bed fucked both of our pussies for the final run at our slutty bodies, and at the foot of the bed another wave was there ready to take our mouths. By that point neither myself nor Ms. Stahl had the energy to be the woman "on top," but we were both thrilled to be used as the fuckdolls for our charitable citizens until they were totally satisfied.

"That's it...give me cock...mmm…!" I groaned while one middle-aged man fucked into my already sopping wet pussy, and another stepped up to facefuck my upside-down mouth. If you've never taken a cock in that position, let me tell you...it can be tricky. If a guy fucks too hard or too rough it can be downright miserable, and it's always messy even under the best of circumstances. The good ones know just how to do it and can even give you that little bump in your throat without making it hurt - one of my favorite little flourishes to really nasty sex is feeling that bump when a cock is pressed so deep in my mouth that I can give it a little squeeze through my throat. That night Ms. Stahl and I were lucky to have the good ones fucking our mouths while the others were treated to our pussies - and we knew as much because we could hear them saying so.

"If you never facefucked a girl like this, go finish up in her cunt." One of the men nudged the virgin to the other side of the bed, just as he lined his prick up for Ms. Stahl's mouth. "Practice makes perfect for this."

That consideration, and that expertise, was appreciated. I love sucking cock - something you no doubt know by now, but having the right man behind the wheel makes all the difference. I'm happy to say that all of the men that claimed our throats that night knew just how to do it, and we both got to relish in the submissive and messy fun of having our mouths used as cocksleeves without it becoming painful or abusive. The feel of spit oozing out over your face as a cock pulls out, or even better, when you purse your lips and gently spit cum out the sides of your lips...it's shameful, it's sloppy, and...whew. Sometimes it's so good it's better than sex itself. That night I relished in cum oozing behind my glasses from above, my hair sticking together, and the occasional quivering kiss I gave to Ms. Stahl in our upside-down states. The best Christmas gift I received that year was six men facefucking me to orgasm one after the other, all while another six used my pussy and flooded me with cum.

Both Ms. Stahl and I moaned and twitched in what felt like countless orgasms through the night, and we were gleefully used as the brazen sluts and whores we had offered ourselves up as. One by one, either through our mouth or our pussy, the men finally started to exhaust themselves and excuse themselves to return home. Whether they were returning to their wives, going off to work, or in the case of the virgin boy simply too shy to say anything as he left. The last few men received joyful blowjob sandwiches from myself and Ms. Stahl, and the very final one got the joy of switching off between our pussies before finally unloading in mine. By the time the final man left and the sound of the hotel room's auto-locking door clicked, both Ms. Stahl and I laid flat on the bed staring up at the ceiling with a glazed, but happy look.

Slow, desperate, heavy breathing. Twitching. Trembling. You didn't just hop to your feet and into the shower after an evening like that. I could feel Ms. Stahl reaching for my hand, which I freely grasped and gave her a tiny squeeze. We didn't have the strength to look up at each other yet, for in that moment all we could really do is lay there and soak in the cum puddles oozing from our used, happy pussies.

"Hahh...hahh…" Ms. Stahl's breathing was the only thing I could hear for a few seconds, before her gentle tone. "Kim, dear? Did you have fun?"

"I dmmphhg…" I almost choked! I hadn't realized until that moment that I was subconsciously cradling a warm mouthful of cum, letting my tongue swish through it while I savored the texture, the taste, and the heat. I managed to swallow it down with a shudder, and smacked my lips together in satisfactory fashion before speaking up again. "I did. Lots. You?"

"Mmm...amazing evening." She murmured in response. "We...We can talk more in an hour. After a nap."

"Uh…" I wasn't entirely sure I could even lift my head to put it on a pillow, let alone pull one over. "...let's make it two, Ms. Stahl."

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After waking up, Ms. Stahl and I drifted into the hotel shower to clean each other up. Even though our gangbang had been hours ago it felt like mere minutes, from the soreness in our muscles to the quivering of our throats, to the tenderness in our slits. That didn't stop us from pulling each other in close underneath the shower's heat; of course, and I may or may not have been on my knees in the shower sucking on Ms. Stahl's pussy. Mostly may. Either way, it was a slower and more intimate affair than what we had just gone through, and my mature lover took great care in making sure all was well. It had been a big night for both of us filled with plenty of big cocks, and it couldn't be simply dismissed without a bit of post-gangbang tenderness.

Soap, shampoo, soothing bath perfumes...all it of crossed our naked bodies and helped to ease us deeper into the evening. I was getting a little bolder as our intimacy kept growing, for it was one of the closest times that I had ever felt to Ms. Stahl. I pulled her in for long, wet kisses underneath the shower, and I'm pretty sure I even called her Julie a couple of times. (Something my deeply respectful and submissive nature never would've otherwise allowed!) You had to respect your elders...even if they drug you to hotel orgies to use you as a fuck toy. Hell, especially then.

By the time the shower was over Ms. Stahl and I were standing in the oversized bathroom, drying each other off with what felt like the softest towels in the world. (They weren't nearly so soft when I stole one and tried it at home.) It was a casual time between us, a naked teacher and student simply enjoying each other's presence and making small talk.

"You know, Kim, I've always wondered something." Ms. Stahl murmured, just as she knelt down to begin drying up and down my legs. She was sweet and gentle when the towel moved to my pussy; only dabbing me dry in respect of my tenderness. "Is it okay if I ask you something personal?"

"I don't know, Ms. Stahl. Do you really think we're that close?" I asked with a smirk, looking over my shoulder and quirking a brow. "...you do know that earlier, you squirted so hard you knocked my glasses off, right?"

"That's...a fair point." My teacher chuckled, and went back to work. "Your last name, dear. Isn't Chang a Chinese name? I thought you were Japanese."

Common mistake. Wasn't the first time I was asked, that much was sure.

"I'm both." I smiled, and let my hand move down into Ms. Stahl's deep red hair, teasing my fingers through the locks. "Mom's Japanese, Dad's Chinese. I just tell people I'm Japanese because it's easier, and...well…" I gestured to where my utterly cumstained schoolgirl outfit was rolled into a ball on the sink. "Rolls off the tongue better when you add schoolgirl after it."

"Oh. Well, that resolves that, then." Ms. Stahl remarked, and she was right.

That. Resolves. That. Forever.

After getting clean the two of us stepped back out into the hotel room, and we were finally confronted by the mountain of toys we had completely forgotten about. The bed we hadn't filled with cum was covered in donations, and the two of us stood staring at it as if it were a testament to our depravity.

"Huh." Ms. Stahl blinked, and clicked her tongue to the roof of her mouth. "I...had sort of forgotten about all this."

"Your kid's going to have a hell of a Christmas." I remarked, tilting my head as I looked at the mountain. Already I was moving forward to push things off to the floor - there was no way we could sleep in the other bed considering how sticky we had left it. "How much do you think is here? Three thousand? Five?"

"At least." Ms. Stahl reached down to pick up a stuffed animal, cradling it in her arms before holding it up to me. "This was really the only thing I wanted for the baby. It's sold out everywhere, and was going for three hundred dollars online." She paused, and looked at the rest of the toys lined up. "I...don't know what we should do with the rest."

"Well, I'm taking this. My cut." I hoisted up a fully boxed video game system, and grinned. "Dana's been the best pet slut a girl could hope for. She deserved a gift. But as for the rest?"

Together, the two of us stared down at the mountain of toys. Even with the game system and the stuffed animal pulled aside, there was thousands of dollars in rare holiday toys staring us up in the face. Finally, I looked up at Ms. Stahl once more, and took my teacher's hand in my own.

"I've got an idea."

That night was Christmas Eve Eve. The next day on Christmas Eve itself, the local children's hospital received an unexpected donation of some of the hottest toys of the year. It just felt like the right thing to do...so long as we didn't actually tell them where we got the toys from. They were all anonymously donated with just a single note written on hotel stationary:

"Merry Christmas. It feels good to give."

It felt better to receive, but we had done enough of that for one holiday.

The End.

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