What a great job I have! I fucked a sixteen-year-old high school girl last night, and I’ll fuck another one tonight. In fact, I fuck a girl that age nearly every night, and a lot of very horny women when the girls aren’t around. But I’ve just been offered a job where on top of that, I’d get to fuck the sexiest woman in the kingdom once in a while. I think I’m going to take it.

I’m a masseur. Specifically, I’m on the staff of the Pleasant Valley Academy for Girls. After being accredited as a masseur, I answered an ad for a position there. At the interview, the principal, a Ms. Reynolds, gave me a handout that explained the job, and told me that I would have to work naked, and that my job would be giving massages to the girls right after their nude Physical Education classes. They would exercise for forty-five minutes, receive massages for half an hour, and then have fifteen minutes to shower and dress for their next classes. The handout said that during that time, I was not to strive to arouse them sexually, but I was to note if the had become turned on by the massage and record my findings on a scale from one (no arousal) to three (nearly orgasmic). There were some other job details, which I’ll explain presently.

Well, that first day was something I’ll remember for the rest of my life. I arrived at a room where there were twenty massage tables set up, with the necessary towels and oil and such. I was with nineteen other massage artists, both male and female, and all of us were naked. I’d never seen so much naked flesh in my life, particularly the women, and my cock started to rise.

And it went to full mast when the door opened and twenty naked girls trooped in, all sweaty from their exercise. These were all freshmen, fourteen or fifteen years old. I saw more bare pussies and flat chests than I’d ever seen before. My erection wasn’t the only one there ... nearly all the male masseurs were erect. The handout said that while erections were fine, the girls weren’t allowed to touch them. And in their massages, their pubic area could be massaged but no finger-fucking would be allowed.

After that half hour, we had a fifteen-minute break before the next group came in. The guys took that break to jerk off as the masseuses watched. Some of them masturbated, too. We needed to, to burn off the libido that had been tormenting us for a half an hour.

We had four groups of twenty that day, and every school day after that. My cock eventually got hard again three times, and had to be relieved three times. At the day’s end, it wasn’t uncommon for me to be linked up with one of the masseuses for a night of sex. Those who weren’t in committed relationships, that is. The rest of them went home to their wives or husbands or significant others, if they had them. I’m sure they fucked like bunnies.

Don’t get me wrong. I’m a good masseur, and I gave the girls professional massages. They were happy to get them, after a stretch of strenuous exercise. They were always in charge of what I could do to them, and let me know when I’d crossed a line. And after a while, all those views of naked teenage flesh failed to arouse me like it had the first day. I could go the whole period without a boner, although it wasn’t often that I was able to go the whole day without having to jerk off at my break.

On my second day there, I found myself paired with a freshman named Fiona. She had red hair, a nearly hairless pussy, and only mounds where her tits should be, although those mounds were capped by the longest nipples I’d ever seen on a teenager. She had an incandescent smile and long legs. As I massaged her back, she seemed to slip into an arousal right away and, when she rolled over onto her back, her nipples were hard and stiff. I massaged her front and she gasped as I stroked those soft mounds of hers, and again when I touched her pubic area. She spread her legs and I rubbed the oil into her cleft. I was surprised to find a clitoris that was already engorged. I pressed it, and she orgasmed right away. Then she smiled at me and thanked me. For that, she got a “three” on her rating.

And on the subsequent times I massaged her, she never failed to get that “three,” a rating only a few other girls got, and those never as consistently. She would start masturbating the moment she hit the table, and would be playing with her cunt while I was massaging her breasts, and moving to her nipples when I ventured downward to her cleft. Fiona was a special girl, I realized. And here’s the thing: I never failed to get a boner when I was massaging her. She just exuded the kind of sexual aura that could get a man hard. Or maybe it was the aroma of pussy that always seemed to be around her.

It wasn’t long before I realized that the one of the school’s duties was to groom the most orgasmic kids for sexual servitude. Ultimately, they would be required to send six girls a year to the Palace, where they’d be deflowered by the King or an important guest or public servant, and willingly used as sexual playthings for a week. Please understand that it’s all consensual, and considered quite an honor. They’d had their own voluntary consent and their parents’ blessings, too.

After that, they’d be inducted into something called “The Order of the Ruby” and allowed to fuck any of the school staff, including me, in a special part of the dormitory that was nicknamed “the Bordello” where they’d invite their partners for a night of sex.

But before that, there was another stage for them. That was the “Artemis Club.” The adviser of this club happened to be the principal, Ms. Reynolds, a lesbian who lusted after all the young girls in her charge. The club met after school hours, for those girls who seemed to be more orgasmic than the others. Those were the ones who would be considered for selection to the “Ruby.”

The ones who didn’t make that cut would eventually attend a weekend where they’d be deflowered by skilled teenage boys, who were also members of the order of the Ruby, and inducted into the “Order of the Emerald,” after which they’d have the same sexual privileges as the Ruby girls. After graduation, the best of these girls would have the opportunity to become Courtesans, whose job it would be to sexually satisfy anybody that the state wished to entertain. That is a very prestigious occupation in the kingdom, and came with all sorts of perks, like a good salary and free tuition.

About a third of the way through the first semester, I noticed that some of the girls seemed primed for orgasms, just like Fiona. When I asked them, they said that part of their phys ed that term was learning how to masturbate, and how to dance erotically in the process. So these girls were already well on the way to their second climax when they lay down on my massage table.

I hadn’t known it at the time, but while I was giving those girls their post-exercise massages and taking notes on their sexual responses, somebody was taking notes on me ... my cock size when flaccid and when erect, how long for me to get hard again after cumming, along with my ability to get the girls aroused with just my massage technique. That was when I was asked if I wanted to earn some extra money giving the students a special kind of massage in the evening, at the Artemis Club.

At the beginning of each Artemis Club meeting, we’d give the girls another massage, but this one would be specifically erotic. We could finger-fuck the girls as well as give more attention to their breasts and inner thighs, and bring them to an orgasm. Each body was a musical instrument that I would tune and then play, using every sensitive spot in combinations. I could usually induce a climax in less than five minutes.

I found that none of the girls had hymens, because that was one of the requirements of the Artemis Club. So they’d been either surgically removed by the school medical staff or had them ripped by any of a number of tools designed for that purpose. So there was no discomfort at all, no impediment to their pleasure.

After their climaxes, the girls would get what they called “sex education” which consisted of either of two things. On some nights, they’d watch videos of people fucking in all the positions that can be imagined. The Courtesan Prime, the King’s personal mistress, would demonstrate the position with one of the Courtiers. (The Courtiers were the male sexual servants, the counterparts of the Courtesans.) They weren’t porn in the usual sense, since they dispensed with plots and erotic buildups and the like, but they never failed to get us off. The Courtesan Prime is supposed to be the most talented fuckmate in the kingdom, and those videos didn’t prove that wrong. And these videos had close-up views of the action, so the girls would see everything there was to see.

On the other nights, Ms. Reynolds and the female masseuses would show the girls their favorite masturbation techniques for themselves and for us. They’d give the men hand jobs, blow jobs, and tit jobs, and then let the girls practice on our boners. We’d have to be careful not to let our jizz anywhere near the girls’ pubes, but everywhere else was fair game. One night, the girls got us men to the very point of ejaculation, and one girl was selected to receive all our loads onto her titties. A virgin girl with titties splattered with loads of cum ... hat was a sight to see!

I don’t think I have to tell you that Fiona took all this like a duckling to the water. She was a natural. She had this uncanny ability to gauge every man’s state of sexual arousal and vary her technique accordingly. She could tease me for an hour, leaking pre-cum the whole time, which she’d lap up as it oozed from the tip of my cock. She’d have me shivering right up to the moment of my ejaculation.

And every meeting of the Artemis Club would conclude with an all-girl orgy, where the girls brought each other to orgasms with whatever toys they had around. Fiona was expert with the use of each one, although she preferred to get her partner to cum using only her fingers and mouth. I used to stick around for that and get hard again, and one or two of the girls would bring me to another orgasm. That was when my refractory time was noted.

Well, it was no surprise when Fiona got the invitation to the Palace for its Virgin Week. I knew she’d get the invite the moment I made her orgasm one night at an Artemis Club meeting, a climax that lasted a full five minutes. She was drenched from her sweat, and it took her eyes a moment to focus. And, amazingly, in half an hour she was masturbating again ready for more.

After she came home with the ruby ring on her finger, the first person she fucked was Ms. Reynolds. The next person was me. She’d left a virgin, and now she’d had the cocks of maybe four dozen men up her vagina. I met her at one of the rooms of the Bordello, and found her already naked on the bed and fondling herself. That was all it took to get me hard, and she let me plunge into her without any foreplay.

She was by far the youngest woman I’d ever fucked. Those small breasts under my body, with their long hard nipples, that tight snatch ... It was a dream come true, the culmination of so many times I’d seen these girls orgasm on the massage table and yearned to fuck them then and there. Now I was inside her, barely able to give her some pumping before I found myself spewing my load. She climaxed with me, of course ... that exquisite knack of hers for timing.

As I recovered, she told me what it was like to be the King’s personal sex toy. He’d deflowered her and slept with her once or twice after that. And she’d done all the virgin boys and a number of royal guests, civil servants, and statesmen. She had a new nickname conferred by the King himself, and asked me to call her “Ginger.” “That’s what everybody called me at the Palace,” she said, “and I think I like it!”

She’d been fucked six or seven times a day, and loved each one. As she described her adventure, I found myself getting hard again and we fucked again, more slowly this time, savoring the moment. “Thanks for the fuck,” she said after I’d blown my second load into her. “You know, I’m going to fuck every masseur and teacher in this school if they’ll let me. That’s my goal before I graduate.”

“I can’t think of anybody, male or female, who’d turn you down,” I replied. “You’re the sexiest girl I’ve ever seen.”

She smiled. “Thanks for the compliment! Now let’s get some sleep, and I’ll fuck you again in the morning!”

And she did. In fact, I found my morning wood impaling her cunt the instant I awoke. I felt her Kegels kneading it, those same Kegels I’d trained her to clench during our finger-fucking at the erotic massages I’d given her. Sliding my cock in and out of her vagina, she teased me for half an hour before allowing me to let my jizz fly. I kissed her one last time, and we went our separate ways.

We fucked a few more times before her graduation, but she was playing the field for all she was worth. As I’d suspected, she’d managed to shag every eligible teacher and staff member in the school, male and female. And she’d escort girls to the Deflowering Weekends, a task usually assigned to the mentor of the Artemis Club. But since the mentor was Ms. Reynolds, who didn’t care much for cock, Fiona would be sent in her place and get a chance to shag the Courtiers assigned to the boys.

After she’d gone away to college, the school newspaper reported that Fiona had become a Courtesan in her freshman year. (I suspected that these Courtiers she’d fucked had put in a good word for her with the Palace staff.) And two years after that, she’d replaced Crystal as the Courtesan Prime. That wasn’t a surprise, given her extraordinary talents in sex. But what was a surprise was the day I got an invitation from “Baroness Fiona Riley” to be at the Palace one Saturday night, on the Palace stationery. “Don’t cum for two days before that,” the note said.

That also happened to be the day that the school was to send over the next six girls to Virgin Week. I wondered what was going on.

I found out when I got there. At the Palace, I was greeted by Indira, a woman of Indian descent, dressed in the Courtesan uniform that consisted of a leotard like a one-piece swim suit with the legs cut high and the back almost bare. Her dark nipples showed clearly through the sheer cloth, and her labial cleft, with its wreath of soft hair, was equally plain to see. She had caramel-brown skin, dark hair and eyes, and a glowing smile.

“You’re just in time for dinner,” she said. “Tonight is Virgin Night, and you’re one of the six people who will have the honor of deflowering a young girl.”

I had trouble believing her until I sat down at dinner with the Minister of Trade, a prominent clergyman, the German ambassador, and the head of the country’s biggest pharmaceutical chain. They inquired about my occupation, and I simply told them that I was “in education” and let them assume that I was some sort of important administrator. Then we were brought to a darkened room with several oversize padded lounge chairs, and a stage with six chairs lined up. We removed all our clothing and Courtesans took them away for safekeeping. As we checked out each other’s junk, I was relieved to find that they weren’t as well endowed as I was. Indira brought me to one of lounge chairs facing the stage, and we waited for the sixth person to join us. That was the King himself.

He arrived with a Courtesan ... not Fiona, but another one ... on his arm. He handed his robe to her and reclined naked on his lounge chair. That was the signal for Indira to take my cock into her mouth and give me a most exquisite fellating, consisting of a hand job alternated with a blow job. I came in a flash, my spew flooding her mouth as I watched her breasts swaying underneath the thin fabric. I heard the other men groan as their own orgasms hit. And then the show began, with Indira kneeling on a cushion beside my chair and fondling my limp cock. The lights went up on the stage.

I saw my six students in a row, in their school uniforms. They introduced themselves to their audience, but I knew them all. Adele, who had looked in astonished glee when she first saw my cock spew cum at my first visit to the Artemis Club. Cora, who learned under my massage that she could get an orgasm simply from my kneading her small titties. Trinity, a girl with an oversized clit who never failed to get a climax from two fingers up her cunt. Jasmine, whose puffy nipples on her dark skin begged to be sucked. Violet, a shy Asian girl at first but who could take the largest dildos with ease. Marianne, whose bush was the most profuse of the group, but did little to conceal her generous inner lips. I was proud of them all. They were my “little birds.”

Then I heard some music play, and the girls began to strip. Their coats came off, then their shoes and socks, then their blouses and skirts, until they were in bras and panties. I had often seen them either fully clothed and fully naked, of course, but this was the first time I’d seen them in lingerie, and it was extraordinarily arousing. I felt my cock stirring again, without any help from Indira.

Then the bras came off. The girls’ nipples were painted in either pink or brown, to match but heighten their natural tones. Then they dropped their panties, and I was startled to see every vulva was bare as a baby’s, even Marianne’s. Each girl thrust her hips forward to advertise their naked pubes as they gyrated and fondled their cunts. Although I knew that they learned to dance like that in their physical education training, this was the first time I’d actually witnessed it. The sight of my girls masturbating as they danced naked went straight to my cock. Indira didn’t need to stimulate it very much as it began to swell and harden again.

Then they sat on the chairs and masturbated in earnest, bringing themselves to an orgasm as fingers plunged in and out of cunts or pinched turgid nipples. They never looked so beautiful to me. I was in love with each and every one of them.

Then the girls left the stage and each one went to the lounge in front of her. Trinity straddled me and rubbed her pussy along the underside of my revitalized cock. I pinched the hard nipples that capped her soft breasts. “Mr. Cooper!” she said. “I never expected to see you here!” I kissed her and told her how happy I was to be here on her special night. But we only had a minute together, because the each of the girls moved to the next adjoining couch, and it was Violet whose pussy lips caressed my cock. “Oh, I’m so glad to see you! I thought it would all be strangers!”

And so it went, each girl spending a minute with me, rubbing her cunt against my cock as we kissed and telling me how happy they were at my being there. And then the girls returned to the stage. The King rose from his couch and selected the girl of his choice. It was Trinity. And then Jasmine came up to my couch and kissed me. “You can be my first, Mr. Cooper,” she said. Her skin was a milk-chocolate brown, and her curly black hair was like a halo around her head. She fondled her beautiful “puffies” and a snatch that was now devoid of her usual thin curly patch of hair. Her dark eyes shone with anticipation.

“It’s my honor, darling. Do you want top or bottom?”

“Bottom, please.” I stood up and she lay on the lounge and spread her cunt lips. “Now,” she said. Her voice was husky. I lay on top of her and positioned my cock at her entrance, which I had penetrated many times before with my fingers but had never felt a cock before. I found myself shaking as I eased it into her virgin cunt, taking it slowly so she could savor the experience. She gasped. “It feels so different from a dildo! Oh, God!”

“Tell my how you want it, Jasmine. Fast or slow. Squeeze my butt to give me the tempo you want.” I felt her squeezes, slow and regular, and adjusted my rhythm to suit. I was remembering how often I’d wanted to fuck that pretty pussy in the past year, giving it more than just my fingers. But now her cunt was mine for the taking, and I savored the moment as much as she did.

It wasn’t long before I came again, my cock exploding its cum into her virgin tunnel. That was all it took to trigger her own orgasm, which I fanned as long as I could before my cock softened and slipped out of her, my sperm following it. Indira lapped up my spend as it oozed out from Jasmine’s cleft, giving the girl another shudder of sexual ecstasy.

“Oh, Mr, Cooper, that was heavenly!” she gasped.

“I’m glad you liked it, Jasmine. You can’t believe how much I’ve been longing to fuck you!”

“Likewise! It’s a dream come true for me!” She paused and said, “I’ve wanted that ever since the day I first gave you that hand-job. I’m so glad that you were one of the six guys who are fucking us tonight!”

“I’m glad, too. You were marvelous!”

“In a way, I’m the luckiest girl here. All the others are fucking strangers, but I’m fucking a friend. How did you get here?”

“I think the men are all selected by the Courtesan Prime. She’s from Pleasant Valley, too, you know.”

“On, you mean Baroness Fiona. Did you fuck her? You must have.”

“Many, many times when she was a student. But I haven’t seen her since she graduated.”

We snuggled for a while, and then refreshments were served. The girls chatted gaily with each other about their first fucks while we men watched and let our Courtesans play with our soft cocks. Then the next round began. The King chose Marianne, and Trinity came over to my couch. “Can you fuck me, Mr. Cooper? I’ve wanted that for years!”

“I’d love to, honey! But you’ll have to get me hard first. I know you’re good at that!”

She grinned. “Let me blow you!” I lay on my back and she lay on top of me, her mouth at my cock while mine was at her cunt, lapping up the royal sperm that oozed from it. “I can taste Jasmine on your penis!” She exclaimed. She knew the taste well from the all-girl orgies that ended the Artemis Club meetings. And she knew how to tease my cock to hardness again. I remembered the day when I first taught her to suck dick and introduced her to the sensitive underside of its cap. Now she was as skilled in that art as any young lady there.

When my cock was hard again, she reversed position and we were face to face. We kissed passionately, our mouths locked and our tongues touching. I grabbed my cock and stroked her labia with its cap. She brushed my hand away and guided it into her entrance. It was already slick with the King’s sperm as well as her own juices. Without uncoupling, she brought herself to a seated position and began to play with her clit. Her tits, unusually sensitive for a girl her age, swayed as I caressed them, and I felt her hard pink nipples under my palms. Her face had a dreamy expression as she began to bounce, her long brown hair swinging. “God, I’ve wanted this!” she said. “All year I’ve dreamed of this! And now it’s here! And you’re the one fucking me, Mr. Cooper!”

“The pleasure’s all mine, dear! Take your time. I think I can last for half an hour or more.”

And that’s how long we stayed in that position. She was cumming almost continuously, using me as a fuck toy. Her Kegels, trained for months, now had a real cock to play with, and she made the most of it. I could only stroke her thighs and breasts and hold on for as long as I could. Finally, my own libido crested and I ejaculated. “I can feel it!” she cried. “I can feel it! Just like the King’s, but yours is stronger!”