Sarah attends the local ”. Girls must be 14 or older to attend. Although IDs are rarely checked.
“Have fun sweetie, make sure you swallow everything thats put in your mouth, and remember to use lube, you got so sore last time,” Her mum said, adjusting her glasses as she leaned over the passenger seat of the minivan. She reached out to pat Sarah’s knee, her hand lingering for a second.
The ride to the community center was short, consisting mostly of the sound of the blinker clicking and the muffled bass of a talk radio show. She looked out the window at the suburban lawns and the plastic slides of the neighborhood playgrounds, feeling a strange sense of detachment from the other kids her age who were likely just doing homework or playing with dolls.
Once the van pulled into the parking lot, Sarah stepped out and felt the cool air hit her skin under her oversized t-shirt. She carried her small gym bag, which held a bottle of water and the specific brand of water based lubricant her mother had bought at the drugstore on Tuesday. The lobby was already filled with a few other girls all about her age, their voices a high pitched hum that filled the tiled space. They greeted each other with quick hugs and whispers, their eyes darting toward the heavy double doors that led to the designated training room.
Her mum gave her a final nod and a small smile, telling her she would be back to pick her up at seven. Sarah walked toward the group, feeling the weight of the silence that settled over her as she joined the circle. One girl, Maya, leaned in to whisper that the instructor was already setting up the stations in the back. Maya had been in the club for six months and often shared tips on how to relax her muscles to avoid the stinging sensation that came with the first few lessons of anal work.
They moved through the double doors into a room that smelled faintly of lavender and sterile soap. The floor was covered in thick, interlocking foam mats that cushioned their bare feet. Following the routine, the girls began to peel away their clothes, shedding sweaters and leggings in a practiced, orderly sequence. They stood together in a cluster, a collection of small, bodies that remained smooth and undeveloped. A few had small beasts or little strips of pubic hair, but mostly there was just the soft, pale curves of childhood and the slight protrusion of ribs against their skin.
The instructor, a man with a calm voice and a large flaccid shaved penis, signaled for them to form a line. “Pair up for the oral warm up,” he directed, his tone as casual as a gym teacher starting a stretching routine. The girls shifted, glancing at one another before splitting into small pairs. Sarah found herself standing next to Maya, who gave her a reassuring pat on the bum. They moved toward the center of the room where the foam mats beneath providing a soft surface to lay on.
The lesson began with the girls assuming a 69 position. Sarah lay on top and Maya beneath her on the mats. It was a clumsy tangle of small limbs at first, their legs kicking slightly as they tried to find the right angle. Sarah felt the warmth of Maya’s breath against her vagina as the girl raised her head
Maya’s tongue was tentative, flickering against Sarah’s soft, undeveloped folds. There was no urgency to the movements, only a quiet curiosity and the desire to follow the checklist provided by the club, and make her friend feel good. Sarah focused on the sensation of the wetness, the way the skin felt slippery and warm. She tried to remember the tip Maya had given her about suckling on the clit, as she applied a gentle, rhythmic suction to Maya’s little nub. The air in the room remained still, punctuated only by the occasional sound of a foot sliding on the foam mat and the wet sound of dozens of tiny lapping tongues
They shifted their hips, adjusting their small frames to better align their bodies. Sarah felt the slight friction of her friend tongue against her folds, the cool air of the room contrasting with the localized warmth of the contact. She focused on the physical sensation of pleasuring Maya, her tongue tracing the smooth curves of Maya’s pussy with a careful, deliberate motion. It was a technical exercise, a study in anatomy and response. Maya let out a small, muffled sigh, and pushed her tongue into Sarah’s little slit, causing Sarah to arch her back slightly. The feeling was a dull, humming buzz that pulsed through her lower belly, a sensation she had learned to categorize as the goal of the warm up.
After a few minutes, the instructor walked through the rows, his sneakers squeaking on the vinyl. He stopped beside them, glancing down at their progress. He noted the way Sarah’s head was tilted and suggested she use more suction at the top of the clit to increase the blood flow. Sarah nodded, shifting her jaw to create a tighter seal, feeling the slippery wetness coat her lips. She felt Maya’s small hands grip her buttocks, the grip firm but not desperate. The room remained quiet, the only sound being the rhythmic, wet noises of a dozen pairs of girls working on each other.
Once the warm up concluded, the instructor called for them to sit back on their heels.
The girls shifted into a neat row, their small knees touching. The instructor moved slowly down the line, his clipboard tucked under one arm as he examined their readiness for the next phase of the lesson. He asked each girl to lean back on her hands and spread her legs wide, presenting their vaginas for a brief inspection. Sarah felt the cool air rush over her as she shifted her weight, pushing her thighs apart to expose her pale, smooth folds. She remained still, her breathing steady, while the man leaned in to check for sufficient arousal. He noted the health of the mucous membranes and the openness of the vaginal opening, ensuring that everything was relaxed and receptive. He pushed a finger inside her, checking the internal tension, and Sarah let out a small, soft huff of air as she felt the pressure against her pelvic floor.
Maya was next, her small hips tilting upward as she followed the same prompt. The instructor spent a moment longer with her, pumping his finger slowly in and out of her little opening. He reminded the group that proper hygiene and the use of the prescribed lubricant were essential to avoid the tearing that could occur during more intense exercises. Sarah watched him move to the girl beside her, feeling a sense of pride in the way her own body remained compliant and ready. The inspection was a routine part of the curriculum, a way to ensure that no child was pushing themselves too hard or ignoring the signs of physical stress.
Once the check was complete, the instructor stepped back and signaled for them to move toward the larger tables at the side of the room. These tables were padded with black leather and equipped with small side trays for their supplies. Sarah walked to her assigned station, her bare feet making a soft, slapping sound against the foam mats. She reached into her gym bag and pulled out the bottle of water based lubricant, the plastic bottle clicking as she unscrewed the cap. She poured a generous amount of the clear, slippery gel into her palm, the scent neutral and sterile, and began to massage it into her own anal opening. She focused on the feeling of the cool gel sliding over her skin, making sure her sphincter was well coated to ensure a smooth transition into the next phase.
The instructor called for the arrival of the male partners, and a few moments later, a group of older teenage boys entered the room. They were dressed in simple athletic shorts and t-shirts, their expressions neutral and focused, as if they were coming to a scheduled practice. Sarah felt a familiar shift in the room’s energy, a subtle increase in tension that made the air feel heavier. She lay flat on her stomach, her hips tilted slightly upward and her legs spread, waiting for her assigned partner to approach. The boy who stepped toward her was quiet, his hand resting briefly on her lower back to signal he was ready. He moved behind her, his presence a warm weight that blocked out the cool draft of the air conditioning.
The boy reached for the bottle of lubricant Sarah had already prepared on the leather table, adding a dollop of the clear gel to his own fingertips. He began by massaging the exterior of her anus ans his penis, his touch methodical and slow. Sarah closed her eyes, focusing on the slippery sensation as he worked the gel into her rear canal, ensuring there was no friction. She breathed deeply, remembering the lesson on relaxation, letting her muscles go slack as she felt him press a two fingers against her opening. The pressure was steady and firm, a slow push that felt like a dull bloom of heat spreading through her pelvis.
Once he had prepped her sufficiently, the boy shifted his position, stepping closer so his thighs pressed against the back of hers. He guided his penis toward her, the tip slick with lubricant as it brushed against the outer rim of her hole. Sarah felt a sharp, sudden intake of breath as he pushed inward, the sensation of fullness stretching her small anatomy. She gripped the edges of the padded table, her knuckles turning white, while she focused on the rhythmic counting the instructor had taught them to keep their breathing steady. The initial sting was brief, replaced by a heavy, sliding pressure that felt as though it were filling her entire lower belly.
He moved with a slow, deliberate pace, pulling back nearly all the way before sliding back in with a wet, sliding sound. Sarah felt the friction of his skin against hers, the lubricant creating a smooth glide that minimized the stinging she had felt in earlier months. She shifted her hips slightly, trying to find an angle that felt more natural, her small frame shaking under the weight of him. The air in the room was thick with the sound of skin meeting skin and the occasional soft moan from the other stations, creating a collective hum of focused activity.
The instructor walked by, his voice remaining flat and instructional. He told them to pause their movements and focus on their own sensations. He explained that while the partner provided the stimulus, the girl’s ability to engage her own nerves was what truly mastered the lesson. He signaled for them to keep their partners inside but to begin using their free hands. Sarah felt the boy slow, his breath warm against the back of her neck, as she reached down to find her own clit.
She traced the small, sensitive bump with her fingertips, the lubricant from the table still coating her hands. The combination of the internal pressure and the external friction created a strange, overlapping hum in her nerves. She focused on the rhythmic pulse of her own heart, feeling it echo in the place where the boy was lodged. Maya, on the table next to her, let out a long, shaky exhale, her small hand moving rapidly as she followed the prompt. The room felt smaller, the air thick with the scent of the sterile gel and the saltiness of skin.
Sarah began to circle her clit with a steady, light pressure, just as the manual described. The sensation started as a tiny spark, a flickering light in the center of her pelvis that gradually grew into a warm, spreading glow. She felt the boy shift behind her, his movements steady as he waited for her to reach the peak of the exercise. The internal fullness felt heavier now, a solid anchor that grounded her as the buzzing in her lower belly intensified. She increased the speed of her fingers, her breathing becoming shallow and quick, her chest pressing firmly against the black leather of the table.
The build up felt like a coiled spring, a tension that wound tighter and tighter with every circular motion. Sarah felt a sudden, sharp surge of heat that started at the base of her spine and rushed toward her head, making her vision blur. Her muscles contracted instinctively around the boy, a series of rhythmic pulses that felt like small, electric shocks. A soft, involuntary sound escaped her throat, a high pitched whimper that was lost in the collective symphony of the room. The tension finally snapped, and she felt a wave of intense, shimmering release that made her toes curl against the padding.
Behind her, the boy let out a low, guttural groan, his grip on her hips tightening as her spasming anus helped him reached his own peak. Sarah felt the sudden, hot pulse of his ejaculation, the warm fluid hitting the walls of her rectum in rhythmic bursts. It was a heavy, filling sensation that felt thick and visceral, a stark contrast to the cool air of the room. He stayed buried deep inside her for a few long seconds, his breathing heavy and ragged against her shoulder, as the last of the pressure subsided. The heat of him lingered, a warm anchor that slowly began to cool as the intensity of the moment faded into a quiet, shared stillness.
The instructor stepped back into view, his clipboard clicking as he marked a series of checkboxes. He signaled for the boys to withdraw, and Sarah felt a wet, sliding sensation as he pulled out, leaving her feeling hollow and slippery. Before she could even shift her position, the instructor gave a new command, directing the girls to get on their knees in front of their partner’s legs. Sarah moved quickly, her knees sliding on the foam mats as she settled herself between the boy’s thighs. He stood still, his penis already beginning to soften, coated in a mixture of lubricant, her arse juices and the remnants of his release.
Sarah looked up at the boy, whose expression remained as neutral as a blank page. She remembered the specific instructions about cleaning a flaccid, dirty cock after anal. It was important to be as slutty and submissive as possible, ensuring every drop of fluid was treatedkike nectar. She reached out with her small, slick fingers to grip the base of his shaft, feeling the warmth of his skin against her cold palms. She leaned forward, her long hair falling over her shoulders, and opened her mouth wide to take the head of his penis inside.
As her tongue made contact, the flavor hit her instantly. It was a bitter, metallic tang mixed with the salty, alkaline taste of semen and the chemical bitterness of the water based lubricant. She felt the slickness of hwe own anal mucus and the cooling remnants of his release coating her tongue, a thick and salty film that made her gag slightly. She focused on the mechanics, using her tongue to swirl around the rim of the head, trying to lick away the excess fluids in a slow, methodical rhythm. “Mmmmm, I love the taste of my own arse on your cock,” Sarah whispered, her voice small and rehearsed, following the script of the club to show her submission.
The boy looked down at her, his hand reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair from her forehead. He didn’t speak, but his breathing remained heavy, his chest heaving in a slow cadence. Sarah increased the suction, her cheeks hollowing as she drew the shaft deeper into her throat. She felt the soft, pulsing texture of the skin against the roof of her mouth, the girth of him filling her small oral cavity. She used her hand to stroke the base of his testicles, making him shudder. She grinned naughtily, her eyes flicking upward to the boys face, enjoying the way his neutral expression finally cracked into a small, genuine smile of approval.
The instructor circled the room again, the squeak of his shoes providing a rhythmic backdrop to the wet sounds of the oral cleanup. He stopped beside Sarah, leaning over to observe the way she used her tongue to lap the remaining lubricant and semen from the underside of the glans. He noted the efficiency of her technique, mentioning that her tongue placement was improving. He suggested she use a more rhythmic flicking motion to ensure the shaft was polished clean. Sarah adjusted her movements, focusing on the salty taste that lingered on her lips,
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