The Continuing Adventures of Lisa James: A Summer Vacation
Chapter 5 Gardening the hard way
The Continuing Adventures of Lisa James : A Summer Vacation
Chapter Five : Gardening the hard way
Lisa James had slept like the proverbial "log". Exhausted both
mentally and physically by her experiences in the previous afternoons' "Human
Anatomy" class she'd wolfed down her evening meal and been in bed soon
afterwards. The alarm woke her at 6.45am. A few moments later she was stood
naked in the corridor outside the San shivering in the early morning chill. The
sound of a door opening and then Miss Palmer ascending the stairs started her
heart hammering as visions of another painful enema filled her mind.
Her face blushed furiously as Matron came into view. Being naked
wasn't getting any easier, in fact if anything it seemed to be getting harder.
The horrible embarrassment of the past few days had almost overwhelmed her
senses but at the same time her pussy had pulsed with excitement. She suddenly
noticed the woman wasn't wearing her usual uniform. Instead a fairly tight
laboratory coat revealed the generous curves of her figure. Lisa didn't
understand why it should concern her but it did. Such thoughts were quickly
forgotten however when she once again found herself mounted on the "Machine's"
saddle. As fluid began to expand her insides she squealed and begged, promised
to do anything if the Nurse would just turn the pump off, even for a second.
Sitting at her desk Anita Palmer smiled happily as the frantic pleas and groans
of the nearly hysterical "schoolgirl" filled the room. She'd been looking
forward to this mornings enema session since yesterday but business had to come
before pleasure so, trying her best to ignore Lisa's shrieks, she turned to the
job in hand. After all, the inventory wouldn't complete itself.
Once showered and dried Lisa was forced to stand in front of the older
woman. Anita Palmer looked hungrily at her trembling red faced "pupil" allowing
her eyes to roam leisurely over the naked defenceless flesh. The firm breasts,
capped with angry red points, rose and fell rapidly in time with the girl's
breathing. Lisa watched worriedly as the woman unscrewed the lid from a jar then
dipped several fingers inside. She squealed and wriggled as the depilation cream
was vigorously applied to her pussy and, once her legs had been forced apart, to
the crack between her bum cheeks. The resulting intense stinging had her crying
and sobbing immediately.
"Stop making such a fuss! A big girl like you squealing like a five
year old. What's the matter with you? It's only a bit of cream for goodness
sake." After exactly twelve minutes, which saw Lisa rubbing her thighs together
and grinding her bottom most erotically from side to side, she was told to go
and wash it off.
When she returned the nurse was raising the back of the examination
couch that stood slightly to one side of the room. To Lisa's surprise she then
began unbuttoning the front of her laboratory coat.
"I'm giving you half an hour to satisfy me fully," said Miss Palmer
with a wicked smile on her face.
"If you fail I can promise you our time together during the rest of
the week will prove to be the most exquisitely painful experience of your life."
She laughed at the horrified expression that suddenly covered Lisa's features
then unceremoniously dropped the white garment to the floor. She was naked
underneath. At 36 her body was still firm and toned. A healthy diet and plenty
of exercise ensured that her well-proportioned figure stayed in very good shape.
Full heavy breasts swung slightly as she turned in a circle giving the girl a
perfect view of her rounded buttocks. Then she stood with hands on hips, a
trimmed tuft of black hair sitting proudly on her pubis, the shaved area beneath
revealing vaginal folds that were already growing wet.
As the older woman wandered over to a cupboard Lisa couldn't help but
look at her. She swallowed hard knowing what would be expected of her. Any
previous experience of pleasuring a member of her own sex had been limited to a
few silly gropes with college friends. The threat hadn't passed her by either.
She didn't doubt that "exquisitely painful" meant exactly that. Her tummy began
to flutter as Anita Palmer returned to the couch with a hand full of shiny
objects and a strange looking riding crop that worried her immensely. It was
longer than ones she'd seen before and tapered to a very thin end from which
hung a knotted strip of leather. Unbeknownst to Lisa a slim but heavy steel slug
had been carefully sewn into the very tip. Placing them to one side the Nurse
climbed up onto the couch. Her legs opened lazily as she propped herself
comfortably against the backrest. Lisa couldn't help staring at the large dark
nipples and obviously moist vagina that were now fully revealed to her startled
eyes.
"Before you begin I've got a few things here that should help you
concentrate!" She calmly reached out and attached a shiny steel crocodile clip
to each of the younger woman's nipples. Lisa gasped as the things bit deeply.
Then Matron leant slightly forwards and pushed Lisa's legs apart before allowing
four of the nasty clips to spring shut on the delicate labia. A final one
clamped itself agonisingly to the unprotected clitoris. Lisa groaned loudly as
the clips nipped at her most sensitive parts.
"They'll come off when I'm satisfied and not before so you'd better
get on with it. You've got about twenty minutes." Before continuing she leant
back and spread her thighs.
"Well come on girl show me what you can do."
Lisa was shaking like a leaf. The tiny mouthfuls of sensitive flesh
that the enthusiastic jaws of each clip were biting throbbed uncontrollably. Any
movement, no matter how slight, was guaranteed to trigger an unpleasant
sensation so pain blossomed as she leant forwards towards the exposed vagina. A
hard slap across the face made her squeal in surprise.
"Breasts first you stupid girl!" Slowly Lisa reached out and began to
caress the firm heavy globes. It felt incredibly strange to be touching a woman
but at the same time a slight fluttering began deep within her own belly. She
did her best, squeezing and moulding the warm flesh before concentrating on the
large rubbery nipples. Slipping one into her mouth she began sucking and pulling
and then gently biting it. She was aware that the fleshy point quickly hardened
under her ministrations and also that Matron's breathing was getting louder. She
applied herself to the second nipple then felt her head being forced downwards.
She didn't think she could do it. The slippery red lips of the woman's
vagina were only inches from her nose. She could smell the musky scent of
arousal but making herself actually lick the thing, well....her indecision
brought a swift and very unwelcome response. Lisa screamed and tried to stand
but found that she couldn't. Her head was firmly clamped between Matron's strong
thighs. In her confusion she thought she'd been stung by a bee or a wasp.
Suddenly the grip on her head was released and she was able to stand up
straight. She immediately grabbed her wounded bum cheek. The sharp pain overcame
the throbbing in her nipples and pussy and easily claimed her attention.
Frantically she rubbed the stinging flesh gradually becoming aware of the crop
dangling idly from Anita Palmers hand.
"Stand up straight you stupid girl!" It was shouted. "Give me your
hands." She did as she was told, the metal clamps on her pussy lips clinking
together. It took only seconds to fix her wrists securely with the plastic ties
and then attach them to a ring under the edge of the couch. Now she was truly
helpless, legs bent and with her face only inches away from the older woman's
exposed vulva.
"You're going to feel my little whip on that fat arse of yours and
it's going to sting like crazy. How do you feel about that?" Lisa didn't answer
just stared fearfully at the crop in the woman's hand.
"Get on with it!" She didn't need to be told again. This time she
pushed her face straight into the waiting vaginal folds. She licked for all she
was worth hoping to avoid the older woman's anger. The silky labia slid back and
forth across her face, coating her cheeks with sticky secretions as she tried
her best to please her tormentor. Of course it wasn't good enough. The tip of
the crop began to flick against the soft white bottom as Anita Palmer took a
firm grip on the girls head with her quivering thighs. Lisa began squealing and
twisting her hips wildly from side to side as the atrocious stings multiplied.
She screamed into the gaping vagina, licking and rubbing her face against the
delicate membranes. Anita Palmer, in her excitement, almost came immediately.
The writhing face pressing into her pussy was causing wonderful sensations to
cascade through her body. It took an enormous effort of will to stop the orgasm
arriving too early. Breathing heavily she continued to flick the crop as hard as
she could against the younger woman's wriggling bottom.
Lisa was becoming desperate. She managed to find the woman's hard
clitoral knob and mouthed it frantically. Wet vaginal flesh enclosed her face as
she squealed again as her wounded bottom jumped and shook. The pain was
excruciating. Her bum was literally on fire. It felt like drops of boiling water
were scalding her buttocks. She screamed again, the sound muffled by a mouthful
of soft labia. Crying and groaning she desperately sucked and pulled on the
clitoris, gripping it tightly between her teeth and flicking it violently with
her tongue.
"Aaaaaaaaaahhhhh! That's it you little slut. Lick it! Lick it!" The
crop dropped from Anita Palmer's grasp as she felt the orgasm stir inside her
belly. It came slowly at first then arrived in a rush. The girl's mouth
continued to frantically tease the erect tissue bringing the School Nurse to a
shattering climax.
"Oooooohhh! Yeeeeeeesssssssss! Aaaaahhh! You little bitch!" The pink
tunnel between Anita Palmer's legs pulsed with pleasure. Lisa felt the muscular
waves against her face and a warm flood of fluid filled her mouth. The thighs
clamped even more tightly against her head then relaxed and fell gently apart.
It took a few moments for the woman to recover herself before she was able to
speak,
"Now lick me clean slut and don't forget my bottom. I want to feel you
right inside!" Her laughter filled Lisa with shame but she did as she was told.
Disgusted by the tight pink entrance she nevertheless forced the tip of her
tongue well inside it. Fear of further punishment made her an enthusiastic
student.
The smooth gently trembling buttocks were marked with deep red flecks.
Both full cheeks were equally decorated and Lisa's bright red face was wet with
tears and vaginal secretions. Anita Palmers' on the other hand was red with a
post-orgasmic flush. As each clip was removed the "schoolgirl" cried out, much
to Matron's amusement. The pulsing in her vagina was very pleasant, almost
soporific. Pity there wasn't more time, she'd have enjoyed a second orgasm. The
final clamp was by far the worst. As the tiny jaws released their grip blood
flowed into the abused clitoris. Pain surged. Lisa fell to the floor shaking and
moaning.
"Making a fuss yet again. You really are a pathetic creature." Anita
Palmer hadn't enjoyed herself so much in a long time. She smiled as the younger
woman tentatively rubbed her tender pussy and nipples.
In the Kitchens ten minutes later Lisa was forced to stand naked in
front of her grinning co-workers. They all spent some time intimately examining
the inflamed flesh, taking great pleasure in squeezing and pulling at the
scarlet marks left by the cruel clips. Obviously she'd already been punished for
some sort of bad behaviour so they decided she didn't deserve to wear an apron.
And of course this allowed them to look at her whenever they pleased. Over the
next hour they continued to inspect her quite rudely as she washed her way
through a pile of pans and plates. Fingers delved into the holes between her
legs several times. She did her best not to cry or make any noise but they
forced tears and pleas from her before they'd finished. By the time Simon Barrow
arrived at the door at five to nine she was washed and cleaned and back in her
uniform with a greaseproof paper package clutched in one hand. He couldn't help
but notice the bright red flush in her cheeks. Smiling inwardly he wondered what
she'd already been made to do this morning. He noted the knowing look on the
face of the youth who helped in the Kitchens....Lee Watson had again insisted
that he help Lisa with her ablutions and his obvious erection had threatened to
burst from his jeans throughout. Unrestrained in the little side room and out of
sight of both the Cook and his female colleague he'd allowed himself free reign
with Lisa's body. Unable to believe his luck he'd felt and fingered to his
hearts content, all the time telling her what he was going to do to her when he
got the chance. And he assured her he'd get his chance before the week was
up........
George Weir was 70 years old and had been the Gardner and odd job man
at Barrow School for almost 20 of those years. Of course when he'd first started
it hadn't been called Barrow School at all. In those days the job had been
fairly ordinary but he'd been happy enough. More recently however, since Simon
Barrow had bought the place, things had certainly looked up. George had enjoyed
a number of "perks" over the last few years. He remembered the previous Summer's
break when he'd had a young lady actually boarding at his house for two weeks.
Simon hadn't been able to accommodate her at the school itself so he'd asked
George if he'd like to help. His eyes misted slightly as he fondly remembered
the young thing, big breasts, such a tight little pussy and that innocent face.
What a fortnight that had been! There'd been several others, usually in the
breaks between terms, and all of them as submissive as he could have wished for.
He'd only glanced the latest across the school grounds as she scurried between
the various buildings. Looked a bit older than some of the others but nothing
wrong with that. They'd obviously made her wear a uniform and that was just what
he liked. He was reading the paper, a mug of steaming coffee in one hand, when
there was a knock on the shed door. As it swung open he smiled brightly at his
employer.
"George this is Lisa James. She's yours to make use of until one
o'clock then she's got to be ready for her Games lesson. Mrs Sampson's provided
a packed lunch for her." With that Simon Barrow pushed her in over the
threshold.
"This is Mr Weir you'll do exactly as he tells you."
Lisa stood twisting her fingers in front of her short skirt horribly
aware of the old man's sparkling eyes. She felt terrible dressed in the
revealing uniform in front of yet another stranger. A fully developed 27 year
old made to dress and act like a schoolgirl, it was just too awful for words.
Her bum felt really big and hot and she could feel her hard nipples sticking
right out. He chuckled softly watching her cheeks colour even more as she tried
her best to avoid his eyes.
"Well well well what have we here? A dirty little girl no doubt, bet
you like showing all you've got to those young foreign lads don't you Missy?"
Lisa's face burned.
"Those big tits of yours look like they're about to fall out. Lift
your top up and let's have a proper look at them." She knew she had no choice in
the matter so resignedly lifted the front of her vest until both boobs sprang
out towards his leering face. He whistled softly under his breath, the young
woman's nipples were rigid and dark red.
"Whoa! Now those are what I call chapel hat pegs!" He laughed loudly,
"Come here girly Uncle George wants a closer look!" She shuffled forwards
holding the vest up to her chin, her boobs wobbling delightfully. The old man
immediately began pinching and pulling at their sensitive points. He squeezed
and moulded the full breasts in his hands for several minutes, watching with
delight the range of expressions that moved across the shaking woman's red face.
"I bet you're really liking this aren't you you little tart?" he said
jovially, his penis stiffening with each groan and gasp she made. His big
calloused hands suddenly released the warm flesh.
"Lift your skirt up for me now, there's a good girl." As she started
to pull down the vest he stopped her.
"No No Missy, leave them sticking out, you know you want too!" Lisa's
face burned again as she was forced to lift the tiny skirt. He urged her to pull
it higher until it was bunched around her waist. The white cotton knickers did
little to hide the bulge of her plump vagina as he reached forwards and slipped
his fingers into the elasticated waistband.
"Now let's have a proper look at you!" Very slowly he pulled the
knickers away from her soft belly and started to slide them down. Lisa wriggled
her hips in desperation.
"Noooooo! Please don't!" But it was a wasted protest and she knew it.
The knickers continued on their way until they lay around her ankles in a little
heap. The old man sat back and stared at the clean shaven pubis with it's
pouting lips. He smiled,
"Well well, you really are a little girl aren't you?" Lisa hated being
looked at by a dirty old man, hated the things he was saying about her but she
hated her body even more. Already her pussy was oozing. She could feel sticky
fluid welling between it's tightly closed lips. The old chap was looking more
closely so she screwed her eyes tightly shut. Maybe, just maybe, he wouldn't
notice.
"Dirty girl!" Her eyes sprang open. Oh God no please! His smiling face
stared up at her.
"You're a dirty little girl, aren't you?" She didn't answer, just
stared back at him transfixed by his soft brown eyes.
"Dirty girls need punishing don't they?" He laughed at the slow shake
of her head and her initial,
"P..P..P...Please!"
"Take everything off." It was a simple statement, one that didn't
leave any room for negotiation. Looking desperately around the interior of the
musty shed Lisa tried her best to think of something to stop this happening but
as usual there would be no escape. Very slowly she took off her vest and skirt
and stepped out of her knickers. Naked except for her shoes and socks she stood
in front of him trying to cover herself as much as possible as he rolled his
sleeves up his brawny forearms. The smirk on his face spoke volumes.
Once laid across his hard knees with her face only inches from the
dusty floor Lisa realised she was in for a very uncomfortable experience.
"Looks like you've been punished already this morning you bad girl,"
he said, staring at the red flecks that streaked the soft trembling bum cheeks.
Pushing her legs apart revealed the very wet slit that she'd been desperately
trying to hide from his view. Two big fingers suddenly pushed inside the tight
pink tunnel. They pumped forcefully back and forth for a few moments making Lisa
moan loudly before being removed. Then he began spanking her. His hand was big
and hard. It felt like she was being hit with a wooden paddle! From the first
impact she was struggling and writhing. The powerful smacks forced the breath
from her body and within moments she was gasping for air. Her bum cheeks
flattened under each tremendous assault. She didn't want to cry but the burning
in her bottom quickly drove any rational thoughts from her mind. She began to
sob and kick her legs, trying her utmost to dislodge herself from his knees. The
awful pain and dreadful humiliation were just too much to bear. Then it stopped.
For a few seconds the only sound within the wooden walls was a pitiful groaning
mixed with heavy breathing.
His fingers returned to the wet vagina and pumped solidly until the
squirming woman's sobs turned to moans of pleasure.
"You're a nasty little girl aren't you?" he said sarcastically, "Want
to show me how much you wriggle when you come?" Lisa moaned more urgently. She
didn't want to come for him, didn't want to give him the satisfaction of forcing
her, but she couldn't help herself. She was nearly there! The throbbing in her
bottom combined with the delicious feelings his fingers were causing in her
pussy. She shuddered and gasped as the teasing digits slid down between her
pussy lips and gently rubbed her engorged clitoral stub. Then he stopped. The
orgasm was tantalisingly close. In frustration she frantically began grinding
herself against his knees desperate to make herself come.
"Smack! Smack! Smack!" The burning began again rapidly driving her
away from the brink of release. She cried more freely as the powerful impacts
burned her bottom and thighs again. They quickly turned an even brighter shade
of red. George Weir continued with his game for half an hour. Spanking the firm
buttocks until the young woman was begging him to stop, then teasing her to the
brink of orgasm until she was begging him not to stop! He enjoyed himself
immensely, laughing and taunting her throughout. Suddenly Lisa found herself on
her knees on the dusty floor. She was shaking and trembling caught between the
burning pain in her bottom and the need to be fingered to a mind-numbing climax.
"Just look at the mess you've made on my trousers you disgusting
girl!" he said, pointing to the sticky damp patch that had spread across almost
half of his lap. Lisa covered her face as the evidence of her obvious arousal
was exposed. Copious quantities of fluid had oozed from her pussy as she'd been
manipulated and penetrated by his big fingers. She could feel the wetness
between her legs and bum cheeks. His enjoyment of her predicament added to the
feelings of humiliation she felt. It was horrible, absolutely dreadful but it
was about to get worse.
She knew the old man was aroused. His hard cock had been digging into
her stomach throughout the awful spanking. Now she watched in horror as he
calmly unzipped his trousers and pulled the thing out into the open air. It
wasn't particularly long, but it was thick and covered in veins, the head purple
and shiny.
"Right Missy lets see how good you are at sucking shall we?" He smiled
mockingly at the panic etched on her face.
"Well come on!" Lisa knew that pleading wouldn't help. Nothing would.
She was going to have to suck the erect penis whether she wanted to or not.
The thing kept hitting the back of her throat making her retch but he
kept thrusting anyway. Pre cum was mixing with her own saliva as her head bobbed
up and down on the thick cock. Gradually it dripped out of the circle her lips
were forming and dribbled down her chin. He continuously made comments about her
poor technique and seemed oblivious to the effort she was putting in. She was
trying her best to make him come using all the tricks she knew men liked. But
running her tongue over the flared glans and up and down the shaft didn't seem
to be working. Suddenly he pulled back, his wet erection bobbing in front of her
face.
"That was hopeless. Do you know how to suck cock?" The question
remained unanswered as Lisa stared at the floor. Her face was burning with
humiliation. Being accused of not knowing how to pleasure the old man seemed
somehow shameful. Why she felt ashamed she didn't know, her head was all mixed
up. Somehow she hated and liked being made to do awful things at the same time?
Even worse she wanted to come, wanted to jam her fingers up inside herself.....
To her horror she found herself naked at the side of a large
flowerbed. He'd pushed her outside not giving her the chance to get dressed. She
looked around worriedly. Being outside made her even more aware of her
nakedness. If anyone came within a hundred yards they were bound to see
everything. She covered her pussy as best she could, the cool air stiffening her
already hard nipples. They pointed towards the old man's smiling face.
"Right, this bed needs weeding. Get on with it," he said, handing her
a bucket. Immediately crouching down she felt better, at least she'd be
partially hidden that way. His sudden curt comment of disapproval shattered her
moment of relief.
"Stand up you stupid girl. You can't weed properly like that."
Reluctantly Lisa stood then nervously bent over and started pulling the things
up. George Weir looked at the red bottom as it bulged provocatively. It looked
pretty sore. He chuckled as the cheeks parted revealing the pink swollen lips
hiding beneath.
"You'd better hope no one comes along. You're making a proper show of
yourself. I bet that's exactly what you like though isn't it? Mmmmm?"
It took a long time to completely clear the flowerbed of weeds. Lisa
could only guess at the view she was offering of herself. He came up behind her
several times and roughly, without warning, pushed his fingers inside her. Each
time she squealed in surprise as he laughed at her reaction. She felt terribly
exposed but luckily no one came into sight as she laboured away. It was a warm
day so it wasn't long before she was perspiring. Sweat trickled down her chest
and face. Several times she had to wipe it away from her eyes. Without realising
it she also wiped her hands down herself as well. Muddy smears streaked her face
and thighs by the time she'd finished.
"Not bad," he said, "but just look at the mess you've made of
yourself. We'd better get you cleaned up before your Games lesson, don't you
think?" She didn't like the sound of being "cleaned up" but she had no choice
but to follow him. Whistling softly he led her around the side of a building.
Standing against a wall was the heavy steel roller they used to level the
cricket squares. Wooden blocks ensured that it stayed anchored solidly to the
spot. It's handle projected high into the air. Grabbing her wrists he tied them
together with some orange bailer twine that had magically appeared from the
depths of his voluminous pockets. Throwing one end over the rollers' handle he
pulled hard on the other. Lisa cried out as her arms were yanked above her head.
The twine cut into her wrists and really hurt. She whimpered miserably. Once she
was standing on tiptoe he cinched it tight then stood back to admire his
handiwork. The young woman looked, for want of a better word, terrific. Her
breasts were pulled upwards and jutted out most attractively. Whilst her flat
stomach perfectly displayed the bulge of her shaven sex, her hip bones
accentuated the long smooth lines of her lightly muscled thighs. He couldn't
resist running his hands over her exposed flesh. She gasped as his fingers once
again investigated the gap between her legs.
"Right Missy let's see if I can get some of that dirt off you." Lisa
missed what he said. The pain in her wrists was bad and she was concentrating on
standing on tiptoes to try and ease the strain. As the water hit she screamed
and jerked on her string. It was freezing cold. The shock almost made her pass
out.
"Noooooooooooooooooooooooo!" was all she managed before her own
knickers were jammed unceremoniously in her mouth.
"We don't want you disturbing your classmates' lessons, now do we you
little slut?" he said brightly. It was pure torture. She spun on the taut string
while he played the hose up and down her body. The cold was intense causing
goose pimples to spring up all over her shaking body. Grinding her teeth against
the makeshift gag was all she could do in response to the awful sensations.
After he turned the water off her body remained stiff, the muscles in her legs
and arms cramping with the chill. As he untied the twine she almost fell to the
floor. Shivering and moaning she found herself pushed back inside the little
shed. He dried his plaything quickly. Time was precious and he wanted to indulge
himself to the full before he had to return her. He pulled the balled up
knickers from her mouth......
George Weir felt himself stiffen reassuringly as he surveyed his
helpless captive. He'd been very thorough, positioning her exactly as he wanted.
Lisa was laying half on and half off the old wooden table. He'd made her stand
on two wooden blocks then tied her legs with rope to the table legs. Then,
before having her bend forwards to actually lie on the table's surface, he'd
folded a blanket into a very thick pad and placed it beneath her belly and hips.
It was a simple job to secure her wrists to the tables' front legs. The position
made the young woman's bottom stick up in the air, the soft buttocks forced
apart by the tension in her pinioned legs. This also caused the lips of her
vagina to be drawn partially open and fully exposed the tight crinkled entrance
of her rear passageway. Perfect for what he had in mind. Lisa swallowed hard as
she watched the old man remove his trousers and underpants, then turn towards
her with his hard cock sticking out in front of him.
"Better make me good and wet Missy or you'll be sorry!" he said. Lisa
quickly took the thick erection into her mouth coating it with saliva as best
she could.
"Splatt!" His palm bounced off the soft inner surface of a bum cheek.
It wobbled delightfully as Lisa gasped for breath and gritted her teeth.
"Smack!" The second impact landed on the opposite side.
"Aaaahhhhh! Oh god!" He concentrated on the insides of her thighs and
the soft inner curves of her bottom, ensuring that the cringing flesh was evenly
red before he'd finished. Her pleas and sobs made his cock continuously twitch
with excitement. She groaned loudly as his fingers roughly ravaged her sensitive
pussy. Sticky fluid oozed from the pink opening and this he spread up the crease
between her parted buttocks. Then she realised the old Gardner was moving
forwards in between her legs. Twisting she tried to peer at him over her
shoulder but the tip of his engorged penis suddenly touched the sensitive dimple
of her bottomhole and she was lost.
"P...P...Please Sir not there! I'll do anything! Please don't touch me
there!" George Weir noted the hysterical edge in the girl's voice. She sounded
really frightened. This was going to be a lot of fun!
Lisa hated her bum hole being touched. Each time it happened she felt
wretched and dirty. Having enemas was bad enough. Fingers and other things were
even worse. Up to now she'd only had one penis inside her bottom and that had
been Simon Barrow's. He'd been really rough and his obvious enjoyment of her
humiliation had been indelibly burned into her memory. Now the same feelings
welled up inside her. She writhed in anguish as the old man pressed more
urgently against the entrance to her most private of places. Desperately trying
to keep her bum clenched tightly against him she moaned and grunted with both
fear and effort. Wriggling only seemed to make things worse.
"That's the way you little slut," he said quietly, "bet you can't wait
to have my cock all the way up you." She screamed as he suddenly jerked forwards
pushing the swollen end of his penis through the tight ring of muscle. Her mouth
opened into a soundless howl and she went rigid as he slowly inserted himself.
The delicate membranes stretched apart as her anal tunnel was gradually
penetrated. He took his time, savouring the delicious tightness. Then he was all
the way in, his balls resting against the open lips of her vagina.
"NNNNNNNgggggggggghhhhhhh! Nooooooooooooo! P...P...Pleeeeeeeeeeease!"
"You're certainly nice and tight you little slut, how's it feel?" Lisa
was beside herself. The humiliation of having her bottom assaulted by an
absolute stranger was unbearable. Her face burned and she wailed in misery as he
started laughing. She couldn't bear to move, the sensation of his hardness
filling her behind was truly awful.
George Weir's heart was hammering at an alarming rate so he stood
perfectly still for a few moments and allowed it to slow down. She was
incredibly tight. It felt absolutely wonderful and his certainty that she was
hating every moment only added to his enjoyment. Taking a firm grip on the young
woman's hips he very slowly withdrew until only the end of his penis was being
gripped tightly by the ring of her anus. Then pushing forcefully he literally
rammed himself all the way in up to his balls. She squealed delightfully and
began sobbing, overwhelmed with humiliation as her elastic passageway
involuntarily squeezed the thick cock. For an old man his ability to maintain an
erection was impressive. It was something he was particularly proud of and the
beauty of it was that he could hold off his orgasm for as long as he liked. He
started pumping himself back and forth rocking the table and it's bound
inhabitant in his enthusiasm. Lisa continued to whimper and cry out as the old
guys cock pummelled her insides. It went on for a long time, her sobs and pleas
totally ignored as he drove himself onwards towards orgasm. Suddenly he
stiffened and groaned as gouts of sperm erupted from the tip of his penis and
spurted deeply into her bowels. She moaned despairingly beneath him as he
chuckled happily to himself.
"Phew! Not quite so tight now are we Missy?" he said, pulling his semi
rigid flesh from her backside with a plop. Lisa sobbed with shame as she felt
warm liquid ooze wetly from her ravaged bum hole. However her sobs were quickly
silenced when he once again forced himself into her mouth. It took a while
before he was completely satisfied with her efforts. Only when he felt she had
thoroughly cleaned every last trace of sperm and her own secretions from his
penis did he release her from the table.
Dressed and on shaking legs she made her way back to her room. She
felt so horny! What on earth was the matter with her! The more shamefully she
was treated the more exciting she seemed to find it. She shuddered when her
imagination started conjuring up images of what might happen next. She knew the
Games lesson would probably be absolutely mortifying and terribly embarrassing
but she really didn't have time to worry about it. Miss Palmer wasn't anywhere
to be seen so she took a quick shower in the San. Her bum felt really big and
sore. After eating her sandwiches as fast as she could she dragged on the
exercise vest and short white tennis skirt. The top was ridiculously small,
hardly covering her boobs at all. The full globes threatened to burst out in
every direction.
"I might as well be topless," she thought ruefully. By the time she'd
fumbled with her socks and trainers and pulled on a clean pair of knickers the
clock on the bedside table showed it was ten past one. Oh God she was late!!!
