Sugarbutch Appendix

Nervously, I texted the number and within moments got a response to meet at a local highschool at 9pm the next day. “Come prepared” was all the text said beyond the meetup info. Super helpful.

With no real concept of what “prepared” might be, I shaved nearly every inch I could reach, exfoliated, moisturized, you name it. Until I was able to run my hands over my entire body and only feel soft supple skin, ready for hands that were not my own.

And prepared some flash cards on LGBTQIA terms and sex Ed info, just in case.

The next day, wearing a skirt that accentuated my ass but was still somewhat professional, a button-up blouse, and the sluttiest lingerie I owned, I stood at the front doors of the high school nearly trembling with nerves. Maybe this really was an absolutely insane thing to agree to. Before I could raise my hand to knock, the door was opened by somebody a bit shorter than me (I was wearing heels of course) with a buzzed classic butch haircut and a name tag that read “Sam, She/Her”.

“So nice to meet you!” Sam said warmly, shaking my hand and using it to draw me inside. “We’re so happy you responded to our ad. It’s always a bit tricky finding femmes for these things you understand.”

She placed a hand on my waist and led me down the hallway, as we walked I tried to steady my breathing but it was difficult between the nerves and how incredibly aware I was of Sam’s palm on my lower back.

Stopping just before a door halfway down the hall Sam put a reassuring hand on my shoulder, “Don’t be nervous, I’m the TA and we run a tight ship. Nothing will happen that you aren’t okay with. Consent is our number one teaching here.”

A rush of relief and arousal flood my body at the same time, with the confirmation that I am definitely going to be fucked in some way in front of a class full of butches, but also that I’ll be able to stop it at any time. I feel myself blushing deeply as I nod at Sam. “Thank you.” I whisper, too shy to say more.

She grins again and brushes a thumb over my cheek, “A blusher, they’ll like that.”

I feel the warmth in my cheeks increase at her touch, It’s damn good that they’ll like it because I certainly can’t control it. Sam pushes open the door to the classroom and the chatter immediately fades to silence. Inside, seated at desks and each with a notebook and pencil, are at least 15 or 20 butches. Of every possible size and style, tall, short, some flaunting top surgery scars through unbuttoned shirts, some with stubble, some with hair longer than I’d ever been able to grow mine.

They all turn to look at me, eyes raking down my body and taking in every curve with a hunger that sends another rush of arousal through my body. My thong is soaked through now. I can feel the damp fabric clinging to me as I nervously walk further into the classroom at Sam’s encouragement. Over by the teacher’s desk in the corner, an incredibly handsome stud leans casually against the table. Their name tag reads “Teacher, They/Them” placed on their navy button up that bulges slightly around their biceps. I can’t help but notice their fingers… incredibly thick and long.

“Class, meet our femme for the evening.” Teacher says casually, coming over to me and placing a hand on my back, just as Sam did earlier. “She’s very generous to donate her time and body for this class, so let’s all remember the three C’s yes?”

“Consent, communication, and make her cum.” The class reply in unison, clearly very well trained already. I wonder how long they’ve been in this classroom, learning about how to pleasure a femme, and I realize fully in that moment that I am in for the fucking of a lifetime.

“That’s right. Now, if our volunteer would be so kind, we’ll start with how to arouse a femme before undressing her.” Teacher gently leads me to a table that faces the rest of the class, and effortlessly lifts me by the hips so I’m sitting on top of the table. “Do you consent to this next activity? You can withdraw or take a break at any point, just say stop, and we’ll stop immediately. Do you understand?” They ask gently, their hands still on my hips.

“I understand and I consent.” I say softly, my voice trembling just a little bit.

“Okay class, consent has been given, but she’s clearly nervous. See how her cheeks are flushed and her breathing is shallow?” A chorus of agreement murmurs through the crowd. “That’s a good cue to go slow, let the femme adjust to her situation. Even if she wants it like this one does, taking it slower will let her mind slip away so she can truly enjoy the experience.”

The butches nod and take notes as Teacher speaks, then they turn their attention back to me. Teacher steps between my legs, and slides their hands from my hips down to the inside of me knee. My breath hitches when they graze the soft skin on the inside of my thigh.

“See the way her breath catches when I touch her inner thigh? It’s a very sensitive area, we’ll return there later.” Teacher explains, and they drag their hands up over my waist, avoiding my breasts and instead pushing one hand into my hair. They tug gently to pull my head back and a small whimper escapes me. “Tugging the hair close to the root allows you control of the femme’s head without pulling hair from the scalp. The neck is one of the most sensitive erogenous zones, kisses and bites here will illicit considerable response in most femmes. Observe.”

Their hot breath drags over my skin as they tease me, then they press a kiss to my neck directly below my jaw. The sensation of their lips on my neck, while I can see through half lidded eyes the entire class of butches watching me with perverted interest has me feeling like I might cum just from a kiss. Teacher’s kisses turn into licks and bites and hickeys, and soon enough I’m clinging to their shirt and writhing on the table. Trying to get more contact, or some kind of blessed pressure against my aching clit.

Teacher withdraws and smirks at the class. “See how quickly her reservations have melted away? Does anyone want a turn?”

Many hands shoot up, Teacher chooses a younger fat Butch from the second row, who introduces themselves as Rach. They tentatively slide their hand into my hair, copying the way Teacher demonstrated, and tug shyly until the other side of my neck is exposed to them. They are much more gentle than Teacher, licking and nipping at my skin in a way that has long needy sighs slipping from my lips. They’re so warm, radiating heat that feels like it’s penetrating my skin. Eventually Teacher taps them out, and they sheepishly thank me and return to their seat. I sit on the table, my skirt half way up my thighs and my neck certainly bruising already, and I look at Teacher for guidance. What next?

Teacher laughs “So obedient already, and certainly wet and desperate. We have a good girl on our hands today, don’t we?”

I bite my lip when they call me a good girl, which I know everyone sees. All of them watching me be so affected by a pet name, now knowing exactly what to call me.

“Next I’ll demonstrate how to undress a femme. Do you consent, love?” Teacher asks me, and I nod, maybe a bit too enthusiastically because the class laugh at me mockingly.

Teacher steps behind me, behind the table, and leans over to slide their hands around my waist. Luckily their arms are long so they can reach me easily. With deft movements they untuck my shirt from my skirt, and from behind unbutton it from the bottom until it falls open. There’s a scattered groan from the class as they see my black lace bra, pushing up my tits so they sit at their roundest form. I’m sure my blush reaches to my chest, but I can barely manage a clear thought as Teacher slips my shirt off my shoulders and steps aside to tuck it somewhere.

They return in front of me, enjoying an eyeful for a moment before grasping my hips and pulling me off the table onto my feet. They guide me to take a few steps down towards the class, until I’m standing directly in front of the first row. A blonde butch with piercing blue eyes stares at me like she wants to bend me over her lap and see what sounds she can coax out of me. Teacher turns me around so I face the whiteboard instead of the class, and I catch Sam’s gaze as she stands next to the door. Her face is just as flushed as mine, and for the first time I realize that she’s hard packing. I quickly withdraw my gaze as Teacher speaks again.

“Next we have to remove her bra and her skirt. Who has experience with a one-handed unclasping?” A pause as I hear arms raise. “Excellent, please come demonstrate for the class.”

A Butch exactly my height steps in front of me, I can see him flush despite their deep skin tone, they’re confident as he grasps my hip with one hand and with the other has my bra unclasped before I even realize. The class claps a bit, and the Butch before me takes my bra straps and pulls the garment from my body. Holding it with both hands as he stares at my hard nipples and soft skin. They look to Teacher for guidance, and Teacher gives a “go on” sort of nod. The Butch places my bra in their back pocket and steps closer to me, his breath brushing my lips as he reaches around my back and unzips my skirt. Slowly, he pushes the skirt down and off my hips, revealing to the class behind me my ass and the lacy black thong that matches my bra. I hear more groans from the class, and some distinctive sounds of fly’s unzipping. The thought of all these butches looking at me and needing to jack off sends my brain into even more of a mindless spiral of arousal.

The Butch drags their hands over my hips and grabs two handfuls of my ass, pulling me against them while I clutch his shoulders and moan. I hear a sudden smack sound and the Butch lets go of me immediately, stepping back with a sheepish expression. Teacher takes them by the collar and pushes him into the hallway, closing the door behind them.

“Now class, what have we talked about before we brought the femme in?”

“No touching unless cleared by Teacher.” The class replies, again in unison.

“That’s right. A single spank and some time in the hall is really a warning. The next one to pull anything like that will be removed from the course.” Teacher’s voice is so stern and forceful that I feel myself drip, and I squeeze my thighs together absentmindedly.

“Now, we still have one garment left, I will do the honours myself.” With that Teacher steps over to me, and with one hand on my back presses me down until I’m bent over the table, my ass presented to the class.

“May I? Touch you I mean.” Teacher asks.

“Yes. Yes please please.” I whimper, not caring when the class chuckle at my desperation.

“Good girl.” Teacher croons, making me twitch as they slide their big hands over my ass. Then trailing into my inner thigh, then finally I feel their thick fingers brush over my pussy. I know the fabric is absolutely drenched, and they let out a small groan when they feel it, the first time I’ve heard any indication of Teacher being affected by this since we started.

“She’s drenched. So incredibly wet for us. That’s a good thing, boys.” Teacher explains, then hooks their fingers around the waistband of my thong and pulls it down my legs. Cool air hits the wetness dripping from me and I shiver, completely bare before this crowd. Reality seeps in for a moment and I feel a twinge of embarrassment and stage fright. I usually don’t even like having the lights turned on during sex but here I am under fluorescents being displayed to over a dozen strangers. It should turn me off, but instead I shudder and clench around nothing.

I can hear movement and soft groans from the classroom, and I’m certain some of the butches are touching themselves. Teacher slips a finger through my wetness and hums in approval, then I feel them spread my ass cheeks so the class can get a better view, and I moan like a whore, pressing my cheek against the cool wood of the table. Directly in my line of sight is Sam, her hand in her pants as she slowly strokes a strap, something I can see is distinctly purple.

“Look at this beautiful specimen of a femme,” Teacher croons, “Wet, needy, and aching for a butch inside her. This is what effective teasing can bring you boys, never skip those steps.”

Teacher’s hand slides into my hair again, using the leverage to pull me back up to standing. They turn me and kiss me hard and I melt into them, clutching at their biceps and moaning into the kiss as their tongue slips into my mouth for a tantalizing moment. They pull back and place me back on the table, pushing my legs apart so I am on full display.

“A femme who’s ready to be fucked will often be just as pliable as this one, melting into kisses and letting herself be placed wherever her butch puts her, in whatever position.” Teacher lectures as they walk around the back of the table, I hear them climb on behind me and I am suddenly enveloped by their body heat, leaning back against them for support. “I will now demonstrate how to play with a femme’s nipples and clit. Watch carefully, these techniques will come in handy.”

I whine just from hearing those words, “Yes please Teacher. Please.” I beg without even realizing it, loving the growl that rumbles low in Teacher’s chest in response.

Their hands snake around my body and find my nipples instantly, twisting and pinching with an efficiency that I’ve never experienced before in my life. I arch my back and clutch at their thigh as they continue their ministrations and describe each action to the class. Through half-lidded eyes I see some butches still taking notes, but some are half bent over their desks, viciously getting themselves off as their gaze devours me.

After a few minutes of nipple play that I could only describe as mind-melting, Teacher’s large hand slides down my navel until their bare fingers graze my clit and I jolt from the contact. Being neglected and teased for who knows how long has reduced me to a ridiculously sensitive mess. With only the gentlest touches I’m quickly writhing and bucking my hips against their fingers, begging them for more and not caring that the entire class is watching. They latch their mouth to the base of my neck as they finally sink a thick finger inside and the entire class groans as one entity.

“Watch how easily my finger slides inside, absolutely no resistance due to how wet and relaxed she is. That’s how you know it’s time for a second finger.” Teacher explains, as they push deeper inside me, two fingers finally giving me a bit of the stretch and fullness I’ve been craving. I dig my fingers into their hair with one hand as I clench and grind down into their palm, getting some friction on my clit finally. “You’ll see that she instinctively grinds her clit on my hand, she’s searching for any kind of pressure to help her get off. Needy femmes like her will do it without even thinking, especially once they’re this soaked and horny.”

I nod, completely accepting my role as a slutty needy femme on display if only they keep their fingers exactly where they are.

As if to torture me specially for having that thought, they pull their fingers out abruptly. I whine in complaint but am quickly shut up as they slide the fingers soaked in my arousal into my mouth. I suck on them automatically, blushing again as I realize how dumb they’ve made me with so little effort. My tongue swirls around their digits as they place a light kiss on my temple.

“Now class, the truly interactive portion begins. One by one, you will each line up and practice three fingering maneuvers on the femme. It doesn’t matter if she cums or how many times for this exercise. It’s simply about you applying the techniques we talked about earlier. Once the femme consents you may begin.”

Teacher’s fingers slide out of my mouth and I ignore the drool that coats my lips as I consent eagerly and enthusiastically. The butches line up before me, stuffing straps back into their pants and zipping up flies. The first one, the Butch with those piercing blue eyes, steps between my legs and looks to Teacher for permission. They nod, their hands gripping my thighs to keep me from closing my legs, and the butch slides two fingers into me easily. I groan and let my head fall back against Teacher’s shoulder, closing my eyes and letting Teacher talk the Butch through the movements. Each one sends shockwaves and sparks shooting through my body, but Teacher doesn’t allow her to finger me long enough to cum. She moves back to her desk far too quickly and lets the next Butch take her place between my legs.

This goes on for what feels like a lifetime. Fingers of all lengths and sizes being pushed into me, and I’m coaxed with come hithers and thrusts to the brink of orgasm again and again, never being allowed to fall over the edge. I’m trembling and sweaty and begging and begging as the last butch rhythmically thrusts their fingers inside me, I’m so incredibly close I can feel my legs starting to shake.

Unfortunately so can Teacher, since they’re still holding my thighs open. They quickly tell the Butch to stop and I nearly start crying as the long fingers slip out of me with ease. Teacher’s hands leave my thighs and caress my entire body, tweaking my nipples again, and for just a fleeting wonderful second, squeezing my throat. “Care to finish her off for this portion of the class?” They ask, I can’t see who they’re speaking to because I can barely lift my head, but I feel a body settle between my legs.

“That’s a good girl, I’ll make you cum don’t you worry.” Sam’s purrs in my ear, so low and raspy, a world of difference from the woman who met me at the door. Her fingers slide inside me and immediately start doing something indescribable, completely unlike the rest of the butches, Sam’s technique is undeniable. With her other hand she circles my clit and within seconds an orgasm hits me so hard that I convulse uncontrollably as I’m pinned between the stud and their assistant.

Sam’s fingers keep moving as I ride the orgasm, only slipping out after my shaking turns to twitches. She steps back and I force my eyes open so I can watch her lick her fingers clean.

“Very well done class, we’ll take a quick 15 now so the femme can recover before we move on to the strap usage portion on the course.” Teacher says, in that professional voice that sounds so unaffected despite the fact that I can hear and feel their heart pounding against my back.

The class reluctantly shuffle around the room, grabbing snacks from their bags or popping out to use the washroom presumably. Sam comes back to me with a blanket and a open water bottle, working with Teacher to wrap me up and get me to drink. I easily down the whole bottle, not having realized how much of a workout this experience has been already. Sam kneels before me to unstrap my heels which I had forgotten I was wearing, but the relief once they’re off is instant. I sigh and let myself relax back against Teacher, while they run their fingers through my hair.

“You’re being so good for us, isn’t that right, Sam?” Teacher says. Sam nods up at me, taking one foot into her hands and rubbing it. “Do you think you can handle the next portion of the class? There are some pretty big cocks in here, everyone brought their own from home. Do you have a maximum that you don’t want to go any bigger than?”

I blush deeply as I consider that question. I’ve never taken a strap bigger than 6”, but I’ve always wanted to try. Always thought I was secretly a bit of a size queen but have never had the opportunity to really test it out. Shyly, I shake my head. “No, I’m okay to try anything. As long as I can say stop if it’s too much.”

Teacher smiles at me and nods “Of course, you can always stop at any time. If anyone in this class tries anything, myself and Sam are very efficient at removing the problem.”

I smile back, my gaze dropping to their mouth as I remember the way they kissed me earlier. They didn’t let anyone else kiss me while I was fingerfucked out of my mind, and my lips were aching for any kind of action. Teacher must have noticed my look, because they captured my lips in a kiss that stole my breath away.

“Sam, get a taste of her.” They said, turning my head so Sam’s mouth could cover mine instead. Her lips were smaller than Teacher’s but she was more courageous with her tongue, sliding it along mine and leaving my mouth hanging open when she withdrew.

“Incredible, we really hit the jackpot with this one.” She said, grinning at me.

Teacher gently helped me to my feet, escorting me to and from the bathroom and making sure my wobbly legs didn’t give out beneath me. When we returned to the classroom the gaggle of butches had all returned to their seats, sitting with flushed cheeks and bouncing legs as they waited for their instructor to return. On the table Sam had set up a sort of soft mat that was strapped to the legs and hung over one edge a bit. The implication was clear, I would be fucked on that table, by each of the butches sitting in this room. Possibly from the back based on how the mat softened the edge of the table, clearly so as to help prevent bruising. Wetness gushed between my legs at the sight and I blushed again. How could I still feel so shy after I had already had each of their fingers inside me? I clutched the blanket closer around my body, the turmoil of shyness and embarrassment and arousal swirling in my stomach.

Teacher noticed my hesitation and hooked a finger under my chin so I met their deep brown eyes, “Are you still okay? Do you need a longer break?”

I glanced at the mat again, then took note of how my pussy was throbbing and aching to be filled. One orgasm was not nearly enough after being teased and withheld for however long.

I looked back to Teacher and shook my head, “No I’m ready. I want butch cock please.”

Every butch in the room growled at those words, a few swore, one let out a muttered “Jesus fucking Christ”. Teacher and Sam just smiled at me, and guided me to the table.

“On your back first, lovely.” Teacher crooned.

I nod and drop the blanket to the floor, knowing that if it needs to move Sam will clear it away. With Teacher’s help I lay myself back on the table, my knees bent so my feet don’t dangle over the edge. The mat is cold and smooth against my skin and I feel goosebumps cover my body, my nipples hardening. I nervously turn my head to look at the class, they all have a view of me from the side, presumably the best angle to observe the techniques that will be used on me. Whatever those techniques may be.

“Now class,” Teacher paces in front of me, and I see some of the butches leaning so they can continue to stare past Teacher’s sturdy body. “As discussed earlier, strap skills are very important to hone. It’s vital to learn exactly how to use whatever size feels most comfortable for you, so it hardly matters for the femme how big it is. Technique is key. For the purposes of this class, and acknowledging how overwhelming this next portion is going to be for our femme, we will progress from smaller strap sizes to the largest. It will also serve as a demonstration for everyone here how to properly stretch out a slut. Please organize amongst yourselves appropriately as I prep our femme.”

The class all stand and I watch in a dazed horny awe as the butches pull straps from their bags and pants and pockets and start to compare sizes. Never in my life could I have imagined seeing such a variety, some were ridged, some shaped in unmistakably fantasy configurations, even a couple with knots. One was undeniably the largest, 8 or 9 inches certainly, and heart-stopingly thick. The Butch who wore that one had longer hair and wore an open button up, one of the ones I had noticed from the beginning as flaunting their top surgery scars. I wondered as I took note of all the cocks in the room if there was any way I would even make it to the biggest. Teacher had been right to describe me as a slut.

Just as that thought passed through my mind, I felt something wet and cold slide inside me. With a gasp I turned my attention to between my legs and moaned when I saw Teacher’s thick fingers delving into me. They had poured lube onto their hand and was expertly spreading it inside me, mixing it with my already ample wetness. The sounds were beyond pornographic.

After a moment they slipped out of me, and checked the room to see that the butches had all lined up very nicely. All of them harnessed up and most slowly stroking their cocks. I twitched and whimpered.

Teacher took a step back and leaned against the wall while the first Butch took her place between my legs, gently grasping my thighs and wrapping them around her waist. She lubed up her cock, only a 5’ standard, and slid it into me with ease. I moaned, even being the smallest strap in the room there was still a small stretch as I adjusted to the size, and it filled me so much better than fingers. Teacher talked her through fucking me, pointing out how I reacted to certain moves and occasionally grasping the butch’s hips to help them find a specific pattern or speed. It was too soon before their turn was over and my pussy was empty and clenching around nothing again. But I thankfully wouldn’t need to wait long, the next Butch stepped up and pushed into me, just a bit thicker and longer than the last, but feeling just that little bit better too. Again and again I get fucked by butch after Butch. Some getting to kiss me sloppily, some grabbing or biting my breasts. Some make love to me slowly and so incredibly deep I feel it in my chest, and some throw my legs over their shoulders and pound into me until there are tears of pleasure running down my face. Through it all Teacher speaks smoothly and gives guidance, checking in with me between each person, making sure I can still speak and consent despite my mind slipping away into what I can only be sure is what people mean when they talk about subspace.

A Butch with soft red curls sucks a nipple into their mouth as they fuck me, their strap curved and dragging along my insides in a way that has me honest to god mewling. For the second time of the evening I cum, clutching the Butch who continues to thrust into me as my body shakes beneath him. The waves of pleasure feel like they’re tearing me apart molecule by molecule.

But that’s not the end, no I’m only halfway through the class. As the red haired Butch slides out of me I whine and open my arms for the next, Teacher laughing sadistically at how much of a slut I’ve become over just a few short hours, practically begging to be filled at all times with Butch cock. Teacher brushes my sweat-damp hair from my face as another strap sinks home, this one ridged and knotted, and I reach up to grab a handful of Teacher’s shirt, pulling them down to kiss me while I’m getting fucked. They seem surprised but don’t resist, kissing me back passionately as my body jolts in time with the other butch’s thrusts.

Teacher pulls back and places their mouth by my ear, “Do you want to be even more helpful, doll?”

“Yes yes yes anything!” I gasp, the knot of the strap inside me bumping against my clit and making me squirm.

Teacher grins and straightens up. “Alright class, our lovely femme has agreed to help with an additional demonstration. Luce, would you come join me please?”

The first Butch with the smallest strap comes to teacher’s side and smiles at me, their eyes dropping to my tits which are bouncing with each thrust.

“Now Luce, you’re going to fuck our dear femme’s face. I’ll talk you through it so we don’t overwhelm her, but for simplicity’s sake let’s flip her over first. Luce, you sit on the table by her head.” Teacher continues, stopping the Butch rutting away at me. I’m empty again and I whimper, but my heart also skips a beat knowing I’m about to be spitroasted. I’ve never tried the position before, never even been with more than one person at a time, but the thought is so incredibly sexy I can feel my pulse everywhere. I want to flip over for them, be a good girl, but I can’t gather the strength to lift my own body weight. Teacher notices my struggle and easily lifts and maneuvers me so I’m bent over the edge of the table, propped up on my elbows so my cheek rests against Luce’s thigh, her strap looking intimidatingly large from this new perspective. I feel a new strap line up with my dripping pussy and push deep inside. The lube and my wetness let the sizeable number slide into me with ease, but the slight stretch again makes me moan against Luce.

I feel fingers slide into my hair again and I realize it’s Teacher’s strong hand, they pull my head up so Luce’s strap is aligned with my mouth, which I let hang open in anticipation.

“See how her mouth opens? She’s been trained so well by us, what a good girl.” I squirm and clench around the strap inside me at the praise from Teacher. “Now Luce, I’ll hold her head still, and you follow my instructions for how to fuck her mouth.”

Teacher guides Luce’s strap into my mouth and my eyes roll back as she begins to thrust into my throat in tandem to the Butch thrusting deep in my pussy from behind. My eyes water as she hits the back and roof of my throat repeatedly, my scalp starting to ache from my hair being pulled. Tears slip down my cheeks, what’s left of my mascara surely running with it, but I’m certain my slutty moans make it abundantly clear how much I’m enjoying being stuffed full of Butch cock.

A few more butches take their turns with my pussy while Luce uses my mouth, until I feel her hips start to stutter and her breath catch unevenly. She’s about to cum, certainly. The butches which have circled around the table to watch closer stare at her with unabashed jealousy.

Teacher notices her coming close to her climax as well, “If you’re going to cum, thrust as deep inside her mouth as you can and cum there.”

Luce follows instructions to the letter, thrusting so deep inside my mouth that my lips touch the base of her strap and my eyes roll back as I gag around her. She cums with a string of curses and slowly slips her strap from my mouth, drool splattering along the mat between us and my jaw aching. She climbs off the table and Teacher pulls harder on my hair to make me look them in the eye.

“Do you want another or are you done?” They ask.

I whimper as the Butch fucking me from behind hits a particularly sensitive spot, “Not in my mouth anymore.” I request hoarsely.

Teacher nods and lowers my head back down to the mat, finally releasing my hair. My cheek rests in a puddle of my own drool but the relief in my arms and neck from getting to lay flat is so sweet that I barely notice.

The thick strap inside me thrusts twice, hard, then stills as I hear the Butch let out a long and low moan. They came quickly, whoever they are, lucky for them. They remove themselves from me and I open my eyes to see Teacher smiling down at me, “Last one, pretty girl. But the biggest by far. Can you take it?”

I nod, my eyelids fluttering with exhaustion but my pussy aching to be filled again. The last Butch, the one with the surgery scars and longer hair, stands from their desk and approaches behind me. I feel their strong hands caressing my ass, then the unmistakable sound of lube being applied to a strap. The head soon presses against my entrance, and I can feel how insanely large it is as they tease me by pushing it over my neglected clit a few times. I moan and wiggle my hips for more friction, but Teacher intervenes.

“No clit action for her yet, we wouldn’t want her to cum before we’ve finished. She clearly only has one more left in her before it becomes irresponsible to keep fucking her. She’s already so dumb, you can see in the way she agrees to everything we say. Isn’t that right, doll?” Teacher asks, laughter in their voice.

The huge head of the strap starts to slide into me and I moan and nod, “Yes yes Teacher yes”

The class laughs at me but I don’t care because this strap is so big it almost burns as it goes into me. I whimper and grab the sides of the table, the stretch so delicious and so painful at the same time. The butch leans so far over me as they push in that I feel their hair drag along my back, sending shivers down my spine. It feels like it takes forever before the base of the strap hits my clit and a tremor goes through my body. I reach one hand behind me and touch the butch’s thigh, “So big, a second please, ah fuck” I gasp.

“I think we should flip her over so we can see the bulge in her stomach.” Suggests a butch who’s voice I don’t recognize. “It’s so big there just has to be one.”

“Excellent idea!” Teacher responds, “Would you mind flipping her over? Just pull out first, turning her on you at this point would be ill advised.”

The massive strap slides out of me with the most disgustingly lewd sound I’ve ever heard, I can’t even whine at the loss, I just twitch. The butch’s strong hands grasp my legs and use them to flip me onto my back, the bright florescent lights making me wince. They hook my legs over their shoulders and re-align themselves, sinking into me again. This time it goes in much easier, but a chorus of moans come from the butches watching. I look down to see what all the fuss is, and realize that I can see the bulge of the strap in my stomach incredibly clearly. It pushes deeper and deeper until the tip is just below my belly button, I don’t even understand how that’s physically possible but I moan alongside the other butches at the sight.

The thrusts start shallow and slow but quickly pick up the pace until they’re fucking me fast and hard, whimpering just as much as I am. They clutch my hips to pull me down on their cock and I cling to their arms, my head lolling backward as waves of pleasure rip through my body.

“Now class, take turns placing a hand on her stomach. Feel how deep she’s taking it. You can even add a little pressure and watch how she reacts, it’ll help to stimulate her clitoral nerves from the inside.” Teacher explains, and the butches one by one place their hands on my lower abdomen. Sure enough, each time the pressure makes my nerves sing. I let out the most pathetic ah ah ah gasps as the pleasure increases each time. I’m getting so close to another orgasm, one I’ve been waiting for since the red-haired Butch brought me over the edge. I’m certain that the Butch fucking me and their thick strap will be able to get me there, I can feel that familiar sensation building.

I feel hot breath on my ear and Teacher whispers to me, “If you want to cum, call them a good boy. Tell them they’re fucking you so good and you want them to make you cum.”

I use the last of my strength to grab the Butch fucking me by the lapels and force them to meet my eyes. “G-good boy oh fuck, you’re doing so good for m-me baby please make me cum.” I stammer out stuttering with each thrust.

The look of pure lust on their face sends a shiver down my spine as they look to Teacher for approval. Teacher must have nodded because the Butch quickly slipped a hand between our bodies and started to rub circles over my clit. The contact after so long being neglected sends bolts of pleasure shooting through my body, and I writhe under their fingers.

“Oh f-fuck I’m gonna- ah!” I can’t even complete my sentence before I cum so hard my vision blacks out for a few seconds, finally understanding what people mean when they describe an orgasm as earth shattering. I float in a space of pleasure and stars for what feels like an eternity, aware of the huge cock still drilling into me but somehow also on an entirely different plane of existence. When I come back to earth I feel the Butch thrust so deep inside me that my whole body jolts, and they whimper and cry out as they cum inside me, one hand still rubbing me through my own orgasm as if by muscle memory.

Both of us panting, they pull out and I clench and twitch around nothing. The feeling of being empty now so foreign. The Butch lowers my legs down but they are quickly grabbed by a new pair of strong hands. I force my eyes open to see Teacher standing between my thighs, their eyes hungrily observing my ruined pussy.

“Finally class, it’s important to clean up your femme after you’re done using her. This helps to prevent infection or other discomfort. The most efficient way to do this is with your mouth, followed by a damp cloth. If you want more instruction on how to eat pussy effectively, please join us next week.” Teacher says, not looking away from my dripping core, and smoothly kneels before licking a long slow stroke between my legs.

I’m so overstimulated and fucked out that I nearly scream from the contact, immediately writhing from the shocks of pleasure-pain that zap through me. My hands find Teacher’s short tight curls and I just hold them, unable to decide if I want to push their mouth away or pull them deeper in. My head falls to the side and I watch as half the class passionately jerk themselves off, the other half sitting in chairs or leaning against tables and catching their breath from the orgasms they’ve had while fucking me or watching me get fucked.

Teacher sucks on my clit and I fall apart again, another orgasm washing over me with such intensity that I genuinely start to softly cry, the emotions and sensations too much to handle. Aftershocks shake my entire body at random intervals, my muscles so taxed they don’t know what to do. Teacher gently kisses their way up my body until they capture my mouth with theirs, tasting like my wetness and lube and sweat, gently pushing their tongue past my lips. I kiss them back with what little energy I have left, small moans leaving my throat. When they pull away they turn to the class.

“This has been our masterclass on strapon usage. If you enjoyed this class please join us again next week for our extended pussyeating seminar, or the following week for introduction to toys, bondage, and impact play. Thank you all for coming, pun intended.” The class chuckle and the room is filled with the sounds of flys zipping up, notebooks closing, and the butches murmuring amongst themselves and exchanging phone numbers.

I can barely keep my eyes open, an exhaustion that I didn’t know existed settling over me. Teacher stands between my legs and shakes hands with the students as they leave the classroom, their other hand on my face gently brushing a thumb over my cheekbone. The students thank me politely for a good time, telling me I’m a good girl and I did such a good job being used by everyone. I want to blush and smile under the praise but it’s all I can do to nod blearily in acknowledgement.

Once the last class member walks out the door, Sam pops up beside me. “I have a damp cloth here, I’m going to clean you up and then I’m going to rub some lotion into your skin okay? You did such a good job being used like a slut so we’re going to take care of you.”

I nod at her and manage a weak “thank you” before she gets to work, Teacher stepping out of the way and walking out of my line of sight. Sam works with gentle precision, careful not to be too rough with my overly sensitive pussy. I barely notice when I start to doze, drifting in and out of consciousness as she massages lotion all over my body, working into my exhausted muscles.

Eventually I feel a warm blanket settle over me, and I’m scooped up bridal style into arms that could only belong to Teacher. I rest my head against their firm shoulder and finally drift into a deep sleep, knowing undoubtedly that I was safe in the hands of this stud and their quick-fingered assistant.

The next morning I woke alone in my bed, and for a moment I convinced myself that the previous night must have been an elaborate sex dream. There’s no way that a shy femme like me would let herself be fucked by over a dozen butches in one night, let alone while letting them all watch?? As if.

That was, until I noticed the dull throbbing between my legs. And the finger sized bruises on my arms and legs and hips. And the hickeys leaving a glorious trail down my breasts and up to my neck. And the all encompassing ache that ripples through every muscle in my body.

No, it was real. Most definitely real and most definitely the most spectacular night of pleasure I had ever experienced in my life.

I glanced around for any sign that Teacher or Sam had been in my apartment. They must have used the key in my purse to get inside, did they also drive my car back here??

I finally notice the piece of paper laying on my bedside table, and with aching arms reach over to pick it up. It’s one of my flash cards that I had made just in case, and beneath it lay my car and house keys. In slanted printing the note only reads “Text yes if you want to join us for another class. Well done last night, XX”

I stare at the paper for a moment, contemplating what kind of life I would be living if I let myself be regularly group-fucked by butches, if I allowed Teacher to toy with my body as an example of the power that a butch could hold over a femme.

Ten minutes later I was rolled back over in bed, sleeping deeply with one text outgoing on my phone.