Imogen led a very sheltered life, as a result of conservative parents. She was kept out of sex education classes in school, and was never allowed access to the internet.
As a result, by the time she was 18 and in her final year of school, she was still somewhat unsure of what some common colloquial terms meant.
For instance, she had thought that “making out” meant when a boy and a girl kissed each other. So when she saw her somewhat slutty best friend Eliza kissing their English teacher Mr Hines in an empty classroom during lunch, she told her parents that evening that she had seen Eliza and Mr Hines “making out”.
But she must have been wrong about the meaning, because Imogen’s mother was absolutely scandalised, and told Imogen that she was lying or mistaken, and then refused to talk about it any further.
So Imogen asked Eliza about it.
“What does ‘making out’ mean?” she said. “I thought it was kissing – like I saw you doing with Mr Hines.”
Eliza was not only slutty, but also a little cruel and mischievous, and she saw a way to have fun with her cute innocent friend, who she had always been sexually attracted to.
“Oh no,” said Eliza. “That’s silly. I can’t believe you thought that!”
“Then what is it?” asked Imogen.
“It’s where you kiss a boy’s butthole like it’s his mouth,” said Eliza. “How could you not know that? It’s what you do at the end of a first date with a boy if you had a good time. Wow – if you didn’t know that, and you went on a date, you were going to leave that poor boy so heartbroken!”
Imogen made a face. “That’s gross!” she said.
“All sex is gross, Imogen,” said Eliza. “Mashing lips together and swapping spit is gross. Having a man’s dick in your pussy is gross. It’s all gross. But gross can be sexy.”
“Would I really have to do that on a date?” asked Imogen.
“Absolutely,” said Eliza. “The boy wouldn’t even ask for it, he’d just expect you to offer. If you didn’t, he’d probably tell his friends, and you’d be a laughing stock!”
Imogen shivered at the thought of her hypothetical humiliation. She was glad she had a friend like Eliza to tell her these things.
“I don’t know if I could do that,” she said. “Kiss a boy’s butthole…”
“Well, it helps to practice,” said Eliza. “That’s what I was doing with Mr Hines. He was kissing me to show me how to use my tongue on his asshole. With a little practice you’ll be fine.”
Imogen sat in embarrassed silence.
“Do you need practice, Imogen?” asked Eliza. “Would you like to practice with *me*?”
Imogen jumped at the chance to avoid future humiliation. “Yes,” she said. “Please.”
And so they went back to Eliza’s house that very after. Eliza locked her bedroom door, and began taking off her clothes.
“What are you doing?” asked Imogen.
“Oh, you have to be naked for making out,” said Eliza. “Otherwise it’s just kind of weird and awkward. Go on, undress.”
Imogen had been naked with Eliza before – in the changerooms for gym – but this felt different. Nevertheless, she trusted her friend, and stripped out of her school uniform.
“Now come here,” said Eliza, kneeling on her bed.
Imogen came to join her. Eliza reached out, and stroked Imogen’s hair, and then pulled her pretty friend close. Their bare tits touched. Their lips met. And Eliza gave Imogen a long, slow, passionate kiss.
Imogen felt something tingle and throb between her legs.
“Use your tongue,” said Eliza. “Pretend my mouth is an ass. Push your tongue as far into it as it will go.”
They kissed again, and there was definitely something happen in Imogen’s pussy.
“That was good,” said Eliza after the kiss. “Do you think you can kiss an asshole now?”
Imogen blushed. “I… I don’t know.”
“Do you want me to show you how to do it?” asked Eliza.
Imogen made an incoherent, embarrassed sound.
“Okay,” said Eliza. “Get on all fours.”
Imogen did as she was told, her ass pointing up.
Eliza came behind her, and leaned in, and a moment later she squealed as she felt her friend’s tongue touch her anus, and then push against her sphincter, and slip inside her.
This felt wrong. It felt slutty. It made her feel like a perverted tramp and a whore. And yet apparently boys and girls did this all the time. And the weirdness just made her pussy throb more.
She held perfectly still as Eliza tonguefucked her asshole.
After a moment Eliza pulled away, and said, “And while you do it, you should reach around and hold his cock. Kind of pump it while you lick him. Obviously I can’t demonstrate on you, but kind of like…”
Eliza’s hand slipped between Imogen’s legs and found her pussy. A talented finger slipped between Imogen’s pussy lips and ran up the length of her slit, finding her clitoris and teasing it.
Imogen gave a squeal of humiliation and pleasure – and another as Eliza went back to tongueing her ass while beginning to gently rub her clitoris.
And then a moment later her body twitched and spasmed, and waves of pleasure rolled through her – the most intense she had ever felt – and Imogen began to cry.
Eliza stopped immediately.
“Immy?” she said. “What’s wrong?”
“I… I *orgasmed*,” wailed Imogen.
“And what’s wrong with that?” said Eliza.
“Female orgasms are sinful! Our priest says so!” sobbed Imogen.
“Oh, Immy, they don’t count when you’re *learning* things,” said Eliza.
“No!” said Imogen. “I have to punish myself! I have to slap my groin to remind me not to be a slut, and tell myself not to be a whore!”
“Can I… can I help?” asked Eliza. “Can I do it for you?”
Imogen had always found it hard to slap her own pussy hard enough to really punish herself.
“Yes,” she gasped. “Please.”
Eliza smiled. “You’re such a whore, Imogen. You’re such a total slut.”
And then she slapped Imogen’s cunt – hard – once, twice, three times, four, and five.
By the end Imogen was howling tears of pain – but her cunt was making wet squelchy sounds whenever Eliza slapped it.
And then Eliza held Imogen and kissed her on the mouth until she stopped crying. Imogen could taste her own ass on Eliza’s tongue, but she made no complaint.
“Are you ready to make out with me now, Imogen?” she asked.
But Imogen was still embarrassed and unsure.
“Why don’t you try kissing my pussy first then?” said Eliza. “It tastes better and it’s good practice. Here, I’ll show you how to do it.”
And before Imogen could obect, Eliza had pushed her friend’s legs apart, and brought her mouth to Imogen’s wet cunt. Eagerly, she began to lick.
Imogen had intended to stop her, but when she felt Eliza’s tongue on her clit, her resistance melted away, and she relaxed her legs and let her friend bite and chew on her clitoris and then push her tongue deep into Imogen’s fuckhole, practically drinking Imogen’s slut nectar.
And soon Imogen was cumming again – which precipitated another round of tears, and another round of spanks to Imogen’s pussy.
“You’re such a dumb slut, Imogen,” said Eliza as she beat her friend’s twat. “It’s a good thing you have me to help you. You’re such a wet-cunted whore.”
This round of spanks was particularly protracted, because after four hits Imogen orgasmed a third time, from having her cunt beaten, and Eliza had to give her extra discipline as a result.
And then they kissed, and Imogen tasted her cunt juices on her friend’s mouth, and she discovered that she enjoyed the taste of cunt. She moaned so lustily that Eliza pushed two fingers into Imogen’s cunt, brought them out dripping with fuck-honey, and pushed them into Imogen’s mouth so she could taste even more of her own arousal.
And then it was Imogen’s turn to show what she had learned.
“Just lick wherever you want,” said Eliza, guiding her pretty’s friend’s head down to her cunt. “Feel free to explore. But you need to make me cum like you did. It’s only fair.”
And then Eliza took a double-handed grip on Imogen’s hair, and pulled her hard against her cunt, and refused to let Imogen up until Eliza had orgasmed against her friend’s face.
Imogen had just discovered that she enjoyed the taste of cunt. Now she enjoyed something else – that she enjoyed being forced. The first time she tried to pull away from Eliza’s cunt, and Eliza wouldn’t let her, something in her went wild, and her pussy became desperate to cum yet again. She was doing something that she suspected was actually very slutty and perverted, and she didn’t have a *choice* in the matter. She couldn’t stop if she wanted to.
And so she eagerly licked Eliza’s pussy, and stuffed her tongue down Eliza’s fuckhole, and nibbled and sucked on Eliza’s clit, and soon Eliza was cumming just like Imogen had.
They kissed some more, and Eliza fingered Imogen’s pussy as they kissed, and Imogen came again – and that required another round of abuse for Imogen’s wet, needy pussy.
And then it was time for Imogen to finally “make out” with Eliza.
By now she was quite good at using her tongue, and when she finally brought her face to Eliza’s butthole she was forceful at penetrating Eliza’s sphincter with her tongue, and energetic at exploring what she found on the other side.
She didn’t *like*. The taste was foul. The act was humiliating. But she liked how it pleased Eliza. And the grossness of it felt – appropriate. Something that she deserved, for being an orgasming slut.
She fingered Eliza’s pussy as she licked, and soon she was bringing her friend to a second orgasm.
Afterwards, they agreed that they would need more practice. Every day after school. And they also agreed that spanking Imogen’s pussy clearly wasn’t enough punishment to train her out of cumming, and that Eliza should think up new humiliations and abuses for Imogen so that she wouldn’t feel guilty about orgasming during their practice.
On Wednesdays, Eliza began to take Imogen to meet Mr Hines the English Teacher after school. They would take turns, where Imogen would “make out” with Mr Hine’s asshole while Eliza sucked his cock, and then they would swap. Imogen discovered that she quite liked the taste of cum, and she loved how delighted Mr Hines would look when she would share a mouthful of cum with Eliza in a passionate kiss.
Once Imogen was very good at making out, Eliza started setting Imogen up on dates with schoolboys – and this was where all Imogen’s training paid off. She could never have expected how enthusiastic boys would be about her once they discovered that she would offer to lick their ass while masturbating their dicks on the first date. She soon had lots of offers to date.
Luckily Eliza handled it. She let the boys know they had to talk to Eliza if they wanted to date Imogen. In fact, there was so much interest that she started charging the boys an “application fee” for their dates. Two hundred dollars a date! Eliza was even generous enough to give Imogen a quarter of it.
Eliza also taught Imogen that boys would expect to slap and squeeze her tits on the second date and cum on her face or in her mouth, and that after that they would expect to fuck her cunt or ass and have her answer to pet names like “slut” or “bitch”.
Eliza also started to set Imogen up on dates with boys from outside the school – and with parents and teachers.
Imogen practiced everything she could with Eliza first – and by the end of the year Eliza and Imogen were making so much money that Eliza told Imogen that she didn’t need to go on to any further study. Eliza could afford to rent a very nice apartment for them both to live in – and Imogen would be able to do nothing except date boys full time.
Imogen felt so lucky. She had so many boyfriends. And she was so good at “making out”. She didn’t think there were any boys she knew that she hadn’t made out with. And they rewarded her by feeding her so much delicious cum.
But the only girl she ever made out with was Eliza. Eliza told Imogen that she didn’t ever need to lick anyone’s cunt other than Eliza’s, and she was keeping Imogen all to herself.
And Eliza made sure that Imogen never felt guilty, by spanking her cunt, and fucking it with large dildos, and pinching her clitoris, and electro-shocking it, and stuffing it full of spiky things, and whatever else she could think of to torture Imogen’s slutty fuckhole so that Imogen wouldn’t cry about what a whore she was.
“I love you,” said Imogen one night after Eliza had tortured her cunt until she cried. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too, sweet Imogen,” breathed Eliza, delighting that her fantasy of having her beautiful friend as her personal slave slut had come so perfectly true.
And then they made out.
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