Tag Ciara: the Happy Slut

by Geek of Ages

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft, Mult, Teenagers, Consensual, Heterosexual, Fiction, School, Interracial, Black Male, Black Female, White Female, Oriental Male, Oriental Female, Hispanic Male, Exhibitionism, Oral Sex, Pregnancy, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: Ciara is a fourteen-year-old freshman who really wants to win the game of Tag, which means fucking as many of her peers as possible without birth control. Will she win? Will she get knocked up? Place your bets! Heavily inspired and informed by Rachael Ross's "Tag" series.

Of course I came! How could I not, with a nice, hard cock pounding me from below, my hands steadying myself on the toilet stalls. I was sitting on his lap—I think his name was Charles—my legs spread wide, my back to him. Displaying for all the world to see him balls-deep in me, my puffy and used pussy lips eagerly wrapped around his potent shaft.

Or at least, good enough for my senior buddy to see and take a photo. “Remember, it only counts if you spunk her.” She was standing in the doorway to the stall, snapping pictures, the door wide open, while several other girls at the school watched, snickering among themselves.

“Fuck, she’s cumming on my cock,” he growled, continuing to pound me mercilessly. “Ah! Fuck!” His hands on my hips pulled me down, his own thighs thrusted up hard, burying his cock deep in my fertile cunt. “Tag, you’re bred!” he managed to get out before I felt the throbbing and tickle inside me that told me he was adding his millions of swimmers to the three loads that were blasted into me earlier in the day.

“Awesome!” Jenny, my senior buddy said with a smile, and her phone clicked as she took photos of his balls contracting, shooting their baby-making liquid into me. She was also probably recording a video. That’s a feature they added when Jenny was a freshman: videos.

I panted as I came down from my orgasm—I was sure they heard me in the hall outside—and relaxed.

“Fuck,” Jenny grumbled, looking at the time on her phone. “C’mon, the bell’s about to ring.”

As if on cue, the bell for the next class rang.

“Fucking worth it,” the guy said, pulling his cock from my pussy. I expected some of the sperm to leak out of my pussy after, but nope, it was pushed too far in. I thought I could feel it in me, though.

I hurriedly hopped off of him and pulled my skirt and panties up. I stupidly had worn a pair of black panties, and now the insides were all cum-stained. I’d been leaking cum out ever since one of the seniors filled me in one of the stairwell nooks.

“I hope you get knocked up, slut,” the guy said after pulled up his pants, and then he left. By then, all the other girls, including Jenny, had already disappeared to their class.

I rushed to my next class, which of course was on the other side of the school. I pulled out my phone, my bag slung over a shoulder, to check on my standings. I quickly tapped out my password in the Tag app, and pulled up the current status.

I was at the top of the timeline, and it was, in fact, a video that Jenny had shot of his balls contracting as he pumped me full. I felt wetter watching the video, even as I thought I felt his cum sloshing around inside me.

The video had already gotten ten likes, and a caption: “Ciara takes another huge load of baby batter!”

With my thumb I flicked through the timeline. “Fuck,” I muttered. Right after my post in the timeline was that little bitch Betsy. She’d just had her “study hall” and took the opportunity to get three more loads blasted into her womb, putting her above me in the rankings.

I was at eighteen: three the first day, six the second, five the third, and four so far today; and she was at twenty. Lizzie was still ahead with twenty-one, and then chasing at my heels was Aiko with sixteen, then under her was Tiffany with fifteen.

Still anyone’s game, and I wanted that pot.

Mrs. Reynolds clicked her tongue as I attempted to slip into her English class. “You’re late, Miss Ciara.” She always pronounced it wrong, like Sierra; but it’s supposed to be see-ARE-a. Better than being pronounced Kira, though I’m told that’s what it’s supposed to be in the original Irish or something.

“Sorry,” I said, a blush rising to my face. There’s no way she didn’t know where I had been—all the teachers have to be in on The Game, right? And I was sure I reeked of sex.

“Take your seat, we were just discussing The Scarlet Letter.” She turned back to the blackboard and continued writing the word “Adultery” on the board.

Sheepishly, I walked back to my seat, which of course was in the far back of the room because I was a dummy when I picked it out. Several of the guys in the class leered at me, and I wondered how long it would be until they tagged me; one guy in the second row already had—yesterday, in the library—and he looked at me with a self-satisfied smile.

There were a few whispers from the girls, and I was pretty sure I heard one of them say “slut”; the girls themselves mostly looked at me with faces of derision, thinking a slut like me was below any of them.

But the truth I knew was that I was a slut, and I enjoyed it, and that was far better than their little stuck-up little asses were.

As soon as I sat in my seat, it almost felt like the floodgates were opened and cum started leaking out, getting on my black panties. I’d almost started using a pad to catch all the cum, but Jenny had told me that sluts don’t use pads, so I didn’t.

I squirmed a little in my seat, feeling uncomfortable from all the wetness in my nethers, but I tried to focus on what Mrs. Reynolds was saying. It was a little difficult—my brain was filled with thinking about The Game, and all of the cum that had already been pumped into me.

Unfortunately, English was also my last class for the day, and with only four fucks, I was definitely not on pace to win. I had to get tagged again before I left.

Turned out that Jenny had come to the same conclusion, and she was waiting for me as I was the last to leave Mrs. Reynold’s classroom. “Come on,” she said, exasperated. “I’ve got two boys waiting in Mr. Garrett’s classroom.” She grabbed my wrist with her hand and started pulling me. “And I think Aiko just skipped her last class, so who knows how many points she’s gonna get.”

“Wait, isn’t Mr. Garrett in his room or something?” I asked, hurrying after her.

“He always leaves his room unlocked while The Game’s going on, for us to use. Probably has a camera set up in there to watch or some shit.” We had reached the room, and despite any trepidation I might have had, she opened the door and practically pushed me in. “Let’s do this.” She stepped in and locked the door behind us, and dropped the shade—this was all supposed to be hush-hush, after all.

I think the two boys were both juniors, but it’s pretty hard to tell sometimes. One was a white guy with sandy brown hair and a cute jawline; the other was one of the like, twenty Asian guys we had in the school. Cool, I was finally going to get fucked by an Asian guy. I always wondered if the rumors about their cocks being small were true.

“Alright, who’s first?” Jenny demanded.

“Me,” said the white guy, stepping forward.

“Bend over a desk,” Jenny commanded me, pushing me towards one. I stumbled into it, then bent over, spreading my legs. I pushed down my sperm-soaked panties, revealing my wet slit. “Alright Jake, breed the little slut.”

“Gladly.” I felt his hands on my waist, bunching up my skirt, and then his cock head at my puffy pussy lips.

There was Jenny, snapping pictures of my face on her phone while I felt him push into me. I was so wet and spermed up already that he went balls-deep in one stroke. “Oof!” I said. “You’re fucking huge!” I was pretty sure he slammed into my cervix. My little fourteen-year-old cervix that was more than ready to drink up all of his potent seed.

“And I’ve been saving up my cum load for a week just for your slutty womb,” he laughed, grinding himself into me. Then an emptiness as his cock started coming out of me—and then a deep thrust, pushing me down onto the desk.

“Good, good,” Jenny cooed, watching her phone screen. “Now fuck her good!”

I figured he didn’t need any more urging, because his hands continued their death grip on my hips as he began pounding into me. I mewed and moaned with every thrust, my knuckles white as they gripped the desk, my cunt throbbing in pleasure. I could swear I felt his balls slapping my clit each time he thrust deep, bottoming out in me. My cervix was probably going to feel so bruised, but at the time, it felt so good.

Jenny’s phone kept making clicking noises as she took pictures. I think she even got one between my legs of his ball sack hanging there, ready to unload in me.

“Oh yeah, fuck me!” I cried. “Fuck me! Aaaaaah!” And with that, I came.

“Yeah! Tag! You’re bred!” he cried, slamming into me one last time. Slamming his cock against my cervix. In my pussy, I could feel each spurt rippling up his cock before that tickle inside as he dumped what was probably gallon right up against my womb. My cumming womb that was sucking up all of the seed it could to try to get me pregnant.

There were a few more pictures, even as he pulled out of me, making me feel so empty.

I needed another cock.

“Turn over,” Jenny commanded, and I did, putting my ass on the desk, spreading my legs, a trickle of cum showing. She snapped a picture, then looked at the Asian guy. “Alright, let’s show this slut another good time. We’re gonna do reverse cowgirl—sit on that chair.” She pointed at one of the deskless chairs along the edge of the room, at one of the tables against the wall.

He laughed, pushing his pants and boxers down and sitting on the chair. “My favorite position.”

Holy shit, his cock was huge. Probably the largest cock I’d ever seen. Well, maybe not quite. But it was big. Easily like, a foot long.

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