Tina - Naked In Teacher Training College

Chapter 5

THURSDAY

It was lovely to wake up with Henry beside me again, my arms around him this time.

I decided not to wake him yet so I carefully extracted my arm, rolled away from him quietly and went for a shower by myself. I was still sticky from the night before.

As I showered I relived last night. I was a little sore but it was definitely worth it.

I went back to my room. He was still asleep, but had a hard-on. I’d heard about girls waking up guys with a blowjob, so I thought I’d try it.

But as I got my mouth around him, he woke up.

"Sorry, I need a pee," he said and dashed off.

When he came back, he asked, "Want a shower?"

"I’ve just had one."

"Not with me you haven’t."

I relented (I was SO unwilling, don’t you know?) and followed him to the shower.

He made me cum with his mouth, then I returned the favour.

One of the boys who’d come to watch us jokingly complained, "If you two are going to have sex in the shower every morning, we’ll have to ask for an extra shower to be added."

I looked at Henry and grinned, then ran to grab the mouthy one by his cock. I bent down and thought about giving him a blowjob, but that didn’t feel right, so I started wanking him with my hand.

I did let him cum on my face though.

"Still objecting?" I asked.

He shook his head.

"I am," called out one of the others.

"Tough," I laughed. "I’m hungry and want some breakfast."

"I’ve got a protein milk shake. Will that do?"

I rinsed my face under the shower and went to get dry as I’d left my towel in my room. Henry disappeared to his room in the next block. He needed fresh clothes for the day.

Request times were getting more and more frantic. Some of the girls seemed to be simply fucking everyone in sight. I just let some of the guys (and girls) finger me and I fingered one of the girls and gave a few handjobs. I didn’t feel right about doing anything else and nobody tried to push me.

I couldn’t help feeling a little sorry for shy girls in school if all their Program teachers were that enthusiastic though. Would they be able to understand the shyer ones who found it hard enough just to strip? But to be fair, everyone seemed fine with me, so maybe they’d be alright.

The first two lessons were pretty normal, non-Program stuff (we are learning to be teachers after all, not Program supervisors).

But instead of the last lesson before lunch we all had to gather in the main lecture hall.

Mrs. Porter addressed us. "I’d like some comments from those of you in the Program about how it’s going."

One of the boys yelled out, "It’s okay, but by the end of the day, I’m knackered."

"You’re lucky," called another. "I’m sore."

Most of us laughed.

"I can’t see what the problem some people have with it is," said one of the girls. "I’ve never had so much sex and it’s been great fun."

Another agreed, "I’ve even done things I’ve never thought about before."

"Like what?" asked Mrs. Porter.

"Well," she said, "I was licking out another girl while some of the boys in my block took turns fucking me. Then the other girl licked it all out of my pussy and we kissed, swapping all that cum. It was just like a porn film, but I loved it."

"That’s as may be," said Mrs. Porter, "but most of you were already sexually active, if I’m not mistaken. Tina, sorry to pick on you, but how has your week been?"

"A bit of a mixture," I admitted. "Scary at times, especially at first, but sometimes I’ve really enjoyed myself. Thanks mainly to a certain guy."

Henry tried to look sweet and failed. That made everyone laugh.

"Fine. So all of you can see how the Program is meant to work. It gives you opportunities to explore your own sexuality and extend it by trying new things in a friendly and non-judgemental environment. That environment is the responsibility of those teaching in schools to provide and maintain. And that’s why you are in this module now.

"But you know from the earliest Programs that it is very easy to allow that environment to deteriorate. Starting after lunch today, we are going to demonstrate what can happen if you fail in your responsibilities to keep the participants in a safe and supportive context.

"Because the greatest problems are usually with the girls, I want one girl to volunteer to experience a failed Program environment."

The girl who’d spoken about having so much sex immediately put her hand up.

"Thank you, but the ones who usually have problems are the shyer, more withdrawn ones and I don’t think you qualify."

"I guess that means me," I said, putting my hand up. (Alright, I’ll say it – I put my hand up shyly.)

"I was hoping you’d volunteer, Tina," she replied. "I take it you are volunteering?"

"I guess so."

"Okay. Starting after lunch today, for the next twenty-five hours, until the first lesson after lunch tomorrow, you can all ask Tina to do anything. She cannot say no, even if there are a lot of you around her all at the same time. There are two major restrictions. You cannot have sex with her unless she gives you permission, and that includes making her give you a blowjob, boys. Also you cannot cause her any bodily injury, but other than that, you can treat her how you like and do what you like. Apart from sex and oral sex, which you cannot do without her permission, you do not even have to wait for an answer. Don’t allow your better instincts or good manners to intervene or you will ruin the point of the exercise.

"Henry. I take it you are her boyfriend?"

Without a moment’s hesitation, he nodded. I was so over-the-moon that I almost didn’t hear the next bit.

"For the next twenty-four hours you are not to talk to her or support her in any way."

He didn’t look happy.

"Tina. This is not something we’ve dreamed up to be nasty. We want to leave such an impression on you all, that you never forget what can happen if it all goes wrong. That way, we hope that no participant in any school that any of you teach in in the future, will ever have to go through the same experience. You know that one of the first girls attempted suicide in her Program week. We think this demonstration may help you all prevent that from ever happening again." She looked at me directly. "Tina, are you still willing to volunteer?"

No, I wasn’t, but putting it like that, how could I say no? "Yes," I said, too quietly.

"Was that a yes?"

"Yes," I said more loudly, wishing I had the courage to say no.

"Okay. Please remember that this is still a compulsory part of the module meaning that it will not be stopped until the first lesson after lunch tomorrow for any reason. You are not allowed to leave the campus during that time. You will, however, not be available for Requests from six pm this evening until eight thirty am tomorrow morning, so you will be able to get some rest."

"I understand," I said, hoping I sounded more confident than I felt.

"Now, you can leave us and go to lunch a few minutes early. I want to talk to the others."

Henry sat by me at lunchtime of course. "You’re crazy," he shook his head at me, "you should have told her no."

"But after what she said, about helping prevent some girl killing herself, how could I?" I argued.

We sat there silently, until I asked, "What did she say to the others?"

"I’m not allowed to say," he said. "She said it would make everything you are going to go through a waste." Then he sighed heavily.

"It’s okay."

After lunch I told him, "You’d better go. I think the idea is that I have to cope with this on my own."

"I’ll be thinking of you. And remember, it’s only twenty-four hours."

Twenty-five actually, I thought, but I just put on a smile and said, "Okay. Love you."

As soon as I got up from my table, a boy asked me, "Can I finger you?" Then he waited.

"You know I can’t say no."

"Sorry, I forgot." He started to play with my pussy quite gently, then slipped a couple of fingers into me.

"Just ram ’em into her," said a harsh voice. It was one of the Program boys and he gave me a smile and a wink that showed me he wasn’t as uncaring as he was making out.

That didn’t stop him pulling the other boy’s hand away and ramming two of his own fingers into me up to his knuckles.

Apart from being rough though, he knew exactly where to rub and I found myself pushing my pussy up into his hand until finally I came, probably the strongest cum I’ve had all week.

"See," he shouted triumphantly, "the little slut likes it." He didn’t take his fingers out, but with his other hand, he pinched one of my nipples hard and pulled me over the table. Ignoring my protest that that hurt, he called out, "Who wants a piece of this arse?"

Someone rammed fingers in my arsehole and my pussy was empty for only a few seconds before someone else pushed fingers up me. I couldn’t even see who.

Someone slapped my arse, hard and as I reacted, he shoved his fingers in my mouth. "Clean me off, bitch."

Then he bent down and whispered, "Sorry about this, but they told me what to do to get things rolling."

I sucked his fingers clean one by one in my best imitation of a slut, then muttered back, "It’s okay." Nonetheless I could feel tears coming.

They came even harder when someone else slapped my arse. Was everyone going to do that when they’d finished fingering me?

It seemed so, and soon my bum was almost as sore as my pussy and arsehole.

"Turn over," someone ordered. I didn’t get up quick enough so he pulled my hair to lift me to my feet.

Someone else picked me up and the two of them dropped me face upwards onto the table.

"Bukkake time," the first one chortled nastily. He kept my head still by grabbing my hair.

I couldn’t see his other hand, but in no time at all I felt his cum land on my face. Some went in my eye, which stung, but others were holding my arms down and I couldn’t wipe it away.

Of course that "load" was followed by many more, on my face, in my hair, down my neck and across my breasts. I could no longer see properly through what was covering my eyes.

Every now and then someone would finger me again and others would pull on, twist or even bite my nipples.

One boy, whose voice I didn’t recognise, told me, "You really are a slut volunteering for this. You think you’re safe, don’t you, with the security cameras in here? But wait till we get you outside after class."

Although I remember it vividly now, it didn’t make much impression at that moment. I just felt so disgusting, not to mention in pain.

"Isn’t lunchtime over yet?" I asked someone… anyone.

"I suppose we’d better let her get cleaned up for class," someone responded.

I was unceremoniously picked up and carried to the boys’ showers, then put down in the corner. One of them turned the shower on and I just sat there, crying, trying not to look at my reflection in a distant mirror.

When I walked (if you can call it that) into my next lecture, I was told off for being late. One of the boys came in just after me carrying a cushion. "Sorry I’m late, I just ran to my digs for this." He put it down for me to sit on. "I thought you’d be sore," he said.

The thought that he had done that even though he could have got into trouble for helping me was enough to tip me over the edge and I burst into tears.

I tried to go out of the lecture room, but the lecturer said, "You cannot leave the lecture, unless you want to fail the module."

So I just sat down, and cried nearly all the way through his lecture.

Some of the others kept glancing at me uncomfortably.

I was in two small tutorials after the lecture, nothing to do with the Program, but I might as well have not been there.

All I could think about what was going to happen afterwards. I’d hardly survived half an hour at lunch. Yet from end of tutorials to six o’clock was two whole hours.

At the end of the tutorial, the tutor announced. "Will everyone please note that Tina will only be available for requests until four-thirty, and not six o’clock as previously announced."

I could almost have cried with relief at that.

On my way to the main hall, I was swept away, by some of the girls and taken outside.

After they’d put me down on the grass, one of them said. "We want to go down on you. And we want you to lick us too."

I can still say no to that, I thought. "No," I said firmly.

"Well it’s either that or we finger you some more," said the girl. Which do you want?" To make her point she shoved her fingers into me.

I was so sore, almost anything was better than that.

"Okay. You can lick me."

"You first," she said. She pulled down her trousers and her knickers and lay on the grass. "And make it good."

I lay down, putting my head by her pussy and held her open. She almost rammed my head into her and I could scarcely breathe as she rubbed my face against her pussy. Finally she let me lick her properly until she came. She came a lot. "Lick up every bit of it," she ordered. "I don’t want to be leaking on my way home."

Then she made me lick another girl while she licked me out. My pussy was still sore, but it was better than fingers.

When I’d finished with the second girl a boy and girl came over to me. "I’ve just fucked her," the boy said to me, "And you’re going to lick her clean, while I lick you out."

It didn’t even occur to me to argue. I went for her pussy, but she laughed. "He fucked me in the arse, you silly bitch. Now eat every bit of his cum or I’ll finger you so hard you won’t walk for a week."

I didn’t even hesitate. I pulled her arse cheeks apart and stuck my tongue in her arse. I tried not to gag as I scooped out his cum (and I didn’t want to think what else) with my tongue and swallowed it.

He was so turned on watching me, he stopped licking my pussy.

When she decided I’d done a good enough job, she said. "Oh, dear, you’ve turned him on. You’d better clean him up too."

"No, I can’t," I said.

"Okay," she replied. "He prefers arses to mouths anyway. I’m sure he’ll be happy fingering yours."

Defeated, I said, "Okay, I’ll do it."

I took him into my mouth, trying not to show my disgust. When I’d cleaned him up I started to give him a blowjob, but he pushed me away. "Think I want a blowjob from a little slut like you?"

Another boy did though. And while I was doing him, someone else went down on me.

It was several blowjobs later that I had a girl sitting on my face when someone called out, "It’s four-thirty. Time to finish."

"Tough, I’m gonna fuck this little slut. She volunteered for this."

"She still has to give permission for that," one of the girls argued.

"You hear her objecting?"

He pushed my legs apart, but suddenly he was gone and so was the girl on my face and I was in the middle of a fight. Nobody noticed me any more, so I crawled away, then got up and ran back to my room and threw myself on my bed in tears.

In a few hours, I’d become everything I’d always been taught was wrong.

I knew Henry couldn’t visit me to support me, but I’d hoped some of the others would come round to make me feel better.

Nobody did.

And I still had tomorrow morning and lunchtime to go.