The Continuing Adventures of Lisa James: A Summer Vacation

Chapter 9 Examining the finer points

The Continuing Adventures of Lisa James : A Summer Vacation

Chapter Nine : Examining the finer points

          Lisa James had sat forlornly on the little bed in her room and quickly
eaten her sandwich. Having to report to Matron in the San had left her barely
enough time to eat anything but for once the woman showed a slight degree of
sympathy. She'd whistled when she'd seen the state of Lisa's thighs and had
lightly run her fingers along the still sore dark ridges that criss-crossed the
full bum cheeks. The young woman had shuddered and gasped at even this light
contact. She knew an enema was the order of the day so wasn't surprised when the
nurse forced her down across the saddle of the awful robotic "insect". The older
woman carefully positioned the blushing "schoolgirl" so that the crack of her
bottom was pulled wide apart. Lisa's nervousness and the sudden feeling of cool
air on her exposed bumhole caused it to clench tightly. She moaned loudly and
shook her head as a questing finger very slowly inserted itself into the tight
passageway. Being naked in front of Miss Palmer was still just as embarrassing
but Lisa found it worryingly arousing at the same time.

          Within a few moments warm fluid was pumping itself into the centre of
her bottom. She groaned despairingly as the first spasms hit her stomach.
Suddenly she found herself moaning for a different reason. Firm hands began to
knead and massage the backs of her straining thighs. Matron expertly worked the
cream into the sore flesh ensuring that the weals on the now rolling bottom
cheeks received a vigorous application. The soothing salve quickly got rid of
the stinging and replaced it with a relaxing warmth. Then the spasms in Lisa's
belly intensified,
          "Please Miss may I empty myself?" she asked quickly, gritting her
teeth hard against the discomfort in her churning bowels.

          Once she'd returned from the toilet, and having cleaned herself
carefully, the Nurse made her lean backwards over the examination couch.
          "Open your legs wide young lady, this is for your own good."
Thankfully the cream quickly soothed away the heat in the front of her burning
thighs. By the time the older woman had finished the hairless slit between the
spread legs was oozing clear fluid. Lisa was biting her bottom lip to stop
herself from crying out with pleasure.
          "Still such a dirty little girl aren't you Lisa?" said Anita Palmer
chuckling to her self and staring into the very flushed face.

          The clock in the corridor said it was five minutes to two. Her
timetable said "Physiology Project". It didn't sound too bad but then nothing so
far this week had proved to be anything but bad! Excited voices were coming from
the other side of the Biology laboratory door. She had to go in, she knew she
did, resignedly she turned the handle. The room fell silent as they all turned
to look at her. As usual their attention brought an embarrassed flush to her
cheeks. It was really horrible being stared at all the time and made her really
aware of the ridiculously tiny amount of clothing that she was allowed to wear.
Already her nipples were growing hard and pointing out towards them. Quickly she
sat down on the nearest stool.

          "Well gentlemen," said Geraldine Johnson eyeing the red faced young
woman who had just taken a seat at the back of the room, "have you completed
your homework as we discussed last time?" There was a nodding of heads from the
smiling boys.
          "That's good. Would you like to show me what you've done then." As the
boys all stood and crowded forwards Lisa could see two large pieces of paper
covered in charts and writing that had been pinned to a notice board at the
front of the room. It was then she noticed the chair, well couch really, that
was standing against one wall. Her heart quickened when she realised what it
was. A gynaecological examination couch! There was no mistaking the stirrups.
She suddenly felt very sick and her heart began to hammer. The only person in
this room who was likely to occupy the horrid thing this afternoon would be her!
Her bum hole clenched with dread at the thought.

          "Well young lady," said Miss Johnson, "I expect you're wondering why
you didn't have any homework to do? Come out here would you?" The boys were all
wide smiles and white teeth as she self-consciously walked to the front of the
class.
          "Your classmates have designed a series of experiments for this
afternoon. I gave them some loosely based physiological parameters and asked
them to come up with ways of measuring those parameters. As you can see from all
this hard work, they've done rather well!" She waved her hand towards the sheets
of paper spread across the desktop. Lisa's eyes were quickly drawn to some of
the underlined words - blood pressure, heart rate, skin sensitivity, physical
characteristics - there were others but her mind wasn't able to focus. She was
shaking.
          "As you're going to be our model today you'll need to remove your
clothes first and then the boys can make a start." She treated Lisa to a wicked
smile,
          "Well come along we're waiting."

          Lisa stood with her head spinning. Oh God not again! She was going to
have to strip for them! The thought of again being naked in front of the class
was awful. Their bright eyes and even brighter smiles surrounded her as she
struggled to come to terms with what she'd just heard. Her face was burning. She
wobbled unsteadily as her legs suddenly felt very weak. Oh please God not again!
Shame began to course through her as she felt the tell tale wetness of arousal
begin between her legs. She hated the fact but when these situations occurred
the more shame involved the more exciting she found it. She shuddered when her
imagination started conjuring up images of what might happen next. She knew it
was going to be absolutely mortifying and terribly embarrassing.
          "GET ON WITH IT GIRL!," shouted the young school mistress. Swallowing
nervously Lisa slowly began to undress.

          They all watched closely, boys and teacher together, as their "toy",
for that's what she now was, slowly pulled her top off. The full breasts and
dark pointy nipples wobbled delightfully as Lisa shook with embarrassment.
Staring resolutely at the floor she reluctantly unzipped her skirt then began
pulling her little white knickers down.
          Gradually the hairless mound of her vagina came into view and then the
pink lips that projected down from the denuded slit between her thighs. Crimson
faced she stood naked in front of their leering faces with her hands hanging
limply at her sides. Matron's cream had certainly done its work very effectively
where the stinging was concerned but it couldn't eradicate the fading red lines
that crisscrossed her bottom.
          "That's better! Now boys you need to structure your afternoon
carefully. I suggest you measure our subject's blood pressure and heart rate at
rest then again after each of the various exercise elements you've described.
Then move onto your physical measurements and finally the skin sensitivity
tests. They'll be the most fun I would have thought!" The young schoolmistress
gave a sly chuckle. She turned towards the quivering "schoolgirl",
          "Right young lady, we'll have none of your nonsense this afternoon!
You'll do exactly as your classmates tell you! Do you understand?" Lisa nodded
her head miserably.

          They crowded closely around their nude subject as she sat on the edge
of a chair with her legs pressed tightly together. She'd been told to hold her
arms out so that two of them at a time could attempt to take her pulse. She was
shivering and shaking which meant her exposed boobs and hard nipples were
jiggling suggestively in front of them, but there was nothing she could do to
stop it. Geraldine Johnson smiled knowingly when she saw the look of panic in
her naked pupil's eyes. Lisa wasn't the only one with a familiar dampness
between her legs! The boys each had a small notepad on which they wrote down
their findings. They took their time, all measuring Lisa's pulse and blood
pressure.

          Listening to her heart proved to be the most popular exercise as they
decided that cupping one of the firm breasts and lifting it out of the way was
necessary before they could place the end of the stethoscope in the correct
position. This was accomplished with much jovial banter and laughter. The boys'
hands squeezed the warm flesh and managed to pinch the erect nipples more than
once. Each time their classmate gasped and began to object Miss Johnson told her
to shut up and sit up straight. Then to Lisa's dismay and amid much giggling
they told her to get up onto the examination couch on her hands and knees. The
schoolmistress smiled brightly at the very red faced "schoolgirl's" obvious
distress at this instruction. Being naked in front of this group of schoolboys
and being told what to do by them must be one of the most humiliating situations
a young woman could possibly find herself in! The thought quickly made the
crotch of the young teachers' knickers grow even wetter. Once their subject was
kneeling on the thing they all crowded eagerly forwards.
          "Get your legs apart, come on girl spread your knees. How do you
expect them to measure you if you're trying to hide everything?" Geraldine
Johnson laughed, she couldn't help herself.

          Lisa squealed around the thermometer in her mouth as she felt one of
the boys, she didn't know which one, reach out and part the sticky lips of her
vagina. She knew it was bulging out provocatively from between her thighs but
there was nothing she could do to preserve her dignity. She squeaked as
something thin and cold penetrated her inner lips then slid fully inside. Then
something pressed against her bumhole. She jerked and gasped, which brought a
burst of boyish laughter from her tormentors, as another slim invader was pushed
unceremoniously into her tight rear passageway. Wallowing in a deep pool of
shame she hung her head as her holes were penetrated several times, squirming as
each of the "experimenters" took a turn at inserting the thermometers. Her
breasts hung helplessly down beneath her. The turgid nipples pointing towards
the floor as she wriggled unhappily each time a hand accidentally brushed
against them.

           After the boys had recorded their data they told Lisa to get up
before making her stand on an exercise mat that had been placed at the back of
the laboratory. Crimson cheeked she kept her eyes firmly glued to the floor
whilst, much to their amusement, the curves of her body continued to quiver
deliciously. 
          "You must squat now for us Miss with your arms out in front of you,"
said Antonio, a dark haired boy with a grin on his face. Lisa looked desperately
at Miss Johnson,
          "Don't look at me you little tart. I know you're enjoying this! Do as
they tell you. I won't warn you again." Squatting in front of them was
absolutely devastating. So so embarrassing. As her legs bent and she neared the
ground her pussy bulged obscenely forwards and partially opened, its slippery
lips sliding apart and revealing the pink folds beneath. As the exercise
continued and her legs began to tire her breasts began to bounce and wobble more
and more. She could feel their eyes feasting on her hole as it gaped each time
she squatted. Even worse, clear fluid was slowly seeping from her slit and
coating the gradually swelling labial folds. Shame engulfed her totally and she
groaned as a dribble escaped and ran down between her bum cheeks. Sweat was soon
beading her forehead and she was growing unsteady on her feet by the time they
told her to stop.

          Once the appropriate measurements had been determined she was returned
to the exercise mat. This time the exertion would prove more onerous as she
quickly found out. Running on the spot, naked in front of a group of teenagers,
was probably one of the most shameful things Lisa James had ever been forced to
do. They were incredibly close, watching every bounce and jiggle of her breasts
and bottom. Her nipples stuck out like thorns, so hard they were almost painful.
Quickly her boobs began to ache with the constant bouncing. As she began to run
out of breath her pace began to slacken. Much to her absolute horror one of the
boys suddenly slapped her hard across the bottom,
          "Get a move on Missy," he said mockingly, as the rest of his
classmates convulsed with laughter. It was mind wrenchingly embarrassing. She
felt absolutely terrible, exhaustion combining with the humiliation. Throughout
Miss Johnson watched with a smirk on her face as her "young" charge was put
through her paces. Sweat was drenching the nude woman's face and running in
rivulets down her neck when the boys finally allowed her to come to a halt. She
sank tiredly onto a chair and continued to gasp for breath as they pulled and
poked at her. On hands and knees she only managed a feeble protest as the
thermometers slid inside her for the final time.

          Still naked Lisa James waited nervously for whatever was going to
happen next. Her pussy was hot and sticky and she felt horribly turned on. How
such treatment could make her feel so ashamed yet so horny at the same time
she'd never know! All she could feel at that precise moment was the steady throb
of her clitoris which was beginning to poke excitedly from beneath its delicate
hood. A naked twenty seven year old office manager being used as a plaything by
a group of teenage boys, it didn't bear thinking about. Her mouth went suddenly
dry as Miss Johnson said something that brought her mind into sharp focus.
          "Let's have you standing up straight young lady. Hands behind your
back and stick those boobs you're so proud of out as much as you can. The boys
are going to measure you now!" Lisa opened her mouth to protest but before she
could speak the teacher grabbed hold of her wrists,
          "Behind your back," she snapped, "can't you understand simple
instructions?" It took a few moments of prodding and poking before Miss Johnson
was satisfied with her pupils posture. Lisa stood with a straight back,
shoulders pulled back and her legs slightly apart. Her front was completely
exposed to the boys prying eyes and even worse her breasts were thrusting
provocatively straight out in front of her.

          Humiliation coursed through her as one of the taller boys, Angelo,
stepped forwards with a tape measure. She jerked as he calmly reached out and
took hold of one of her nipples. Her face burned and tears sprang to her eyes as
each of them "measured" her breasts. The distance between her aching nipples,
the circumference of each firm globe, the length and circumference of each
nipple together with a series of other totally spurious measurements were
recorded several times over. During this time the boys took every opportunity to
squeeze and mould the heavy breasts, pulling and pinching at the thorn-like
nipples until Lisa was gasping and twisting where she stood. Throughout
Geraldine Johnson watched entranced. A cruel smile played across her face at the
woman's obvious suffering during the intensely shameful examinations.

          The "schoolgirls" face had been ablaze for over an hour by the time
she was told to bend forwards over the back of a chair and place her hands on
its seat. Her breasts hung down most erotically as the first of the boys tried
to measure the length of the crack between her buttocks. At first this wasn't
possible but then the young schoolmistress ordered Lisa to spread her legs. Once
her bum cheeks were parted it was easy for the boys to slip the tape measure
between them. Several fingers and thumbs rubbed against the lower edge of her
vagina as the tape was pressed across the whorl of her anus and up between the
quivering cheeks. She jerked and squeaked on each such occasion but kept her
head down just wanting the whole sorry episode over and done with as quickly as
possible. Finally they were satisfied but worry was consuming the office
managers' mind. The couch, the gynae couch! She knew that even worse was in
store.

          "Well gentleman I see from your list that you intend to take a few
more, how shall we put it, intimate measurements?" There was an enthusiastic
nodding of heads from the class.
          "Right young lady, let's have you up here," said Miss Johnson, patting
the leather surface of the examination couch. Lisa stared at the young
schoolmistress with a pleading look in her eyes,
          "Please don't make me Miss. It's so embarrassing in front of them,
please!" The laughter that this request produced from the teacher made Lisa's
face burn even more fiercely.
          "You love it you little slut! Don't you dare pretend you don't! Now
get up here!" Lisa climbed slowly up onto the awful thing. Miss Johnson made her
lay down on her back then lifted first one leg and then the other into a metal
stirrup. Thin leather straps were quickly buckled around each ankle fixing the
unfortunate schoolgirl into position.
          "Hands above your head girl." Leather cuffs secured the slim wrists to
the head of the couch.

          There was a murmur of appreciation as Miss Johnson lifted and spread
the stirrup supports. Lisa James found herself totally helpless and exposed in
front of the smirking boys. She'd been exposed before but never so blatantly.
Her thighs were raised and fully parted allowing their youthful greedy eyes to
consume every detail of her vaginal and rectal anatomy. The shaved vaginal slit
with its puffy swollen lips was fully revealed, its curved soft folds shiny with
secreted fluid. Between the widely spread buttocks the pink tightly wrinkled
anal opening bulged slightly outwards. There were no secrets now. Nothing was
hidden. She turned her head to the side and screwed her eyes tightly shut but
not before they'd noticed the tears of shame that had started to trickle down
her hot cheeks. 

          It was cast from acrylic. A series of smooth transparent balls, each
exactly an inch in diameter, forming a solid probe over a foot in length.
         "Use plenty of lubricant before you begin boys," said Miss Johnson
cheerfully, "although I don't think it'll be too much of a problem." Lisa jerked
in the stirrups and mumbled "Nooooo..p..p..please" as the teacher pulled the
lips of the exposed vagina apart.
          "As you can see our young lady appears to be lubricating herself quite
freely!" She laughed, "You really are a little slut aren't you Lisa, can't wait
for these boys to get inside you I'll bet!" With that she laughed loudly and
stepped back out of their way. They crowded eagerly forwards.

          Shaking with unsuppressed excitement the first carefully spread the
pink labia then placed the tip of the probe against the exposed opening. Pushing
steadily he forced the first ball inside the slippery hole, it stretched
slightly causing their helpless subject to shake her head back and forth. A low
moan filled the room as Lisa James was intimately penetrated. Gradually the
balls popped one after another into her quivering vaginal slit. The "schoolgirl"
moaned more urgently as her pussy was filled and then stretched to its limits.
He kept pushing until no more of the probe would go in. As the thing had been
inserted the room, except for the young woman's groaning, had been quiet.
Watching intently the audience had been totally silent. Now they began to talk
excitedly, hardly believing that one of their number had been allowed to do such
a thing to a fully grown woman.

          Their enthusiasm gradually overflowed, the handling of the sensitive
parts at their disposal becoming less careful. Soon they had all taken a turn,
some more roughly than others, at pushing the hard probe in and out of the
squirming woman. Lisa cried and squealed as her hole was stretched and violated
numerous times. Her mind was in turmoil as the young boys were allowed to
literally rape her with the probe. Their actions and her extreme humiliation
were stirring her belly to the brink of orgasm. Staring desperately at the
schoolmistress she tried her best to indicate what was happening to her. God she
didn't want to come for them!
          "M..M..M...Make...them...stop...P..P...Please..Miss," she gasped
through gritted teeth. Geraldine Johnson smiled in response. She could see
exactly what was happening to their powerless captive. Tremors were passing back
and forth across the restrained body and she was moaning more and more urgently.
The little bitch was going to come! How amusing!

          Each time the probe slid into her straining body Lisa pushed herself
forwards, as much as she was able, to meet it. Her moaning was growing louder
and louder and she was shaking, her mouth growing slacker and her face burning
even more ferociously. Then it stopped. She panted both with relief, and much to
her chagrin, with frustration.
          "Has every one recorded their approximated depth? Good. Remember each
sphere was exactly one inch." The young schoolmistress turned back to the young
woman fixed to the examination couch,
          "Now Lisa, the boys have one more measurement to make. Mmmmm....think
yourself lucky I stopped them from taking any stretching measurements. They
wanted to see how elastic your vaginal lips were and how far they could open
your holes! That would have been interesting wouldn't it? So lets have no
complaints about them measuring the depth of your bottom!" Lisa began shaking
her head. Please No not there! She wouldn't be able to stand it! She watched in
horror as Miss Johnson squeezed clear gel onto the horrible probe and then
handed it to one of the boys. He looked up and smiled straight into her very red
face. She shuddered at the excitement in his eyes. Then he was moving the probe
towards her helpless clenching bumhole, she screwed her eyes tightly shut and
waited....

          The moan that came from deep within Lisa James' throat was one of
complete despair. Her eyes bulged as her bumhole stretched to accommodate the
first ball. There was an almost audible "plop" as it slid past the straining
ring of muscle then the next was pushing urgently at her sphincter. One after
another the things were forced into the incredibly tight tunnel. Lisa moaned and
groaned and shook her head from side to side. All was to no avail as the probe
sank fully inside her. Over twelve inches were embedded in her anal passageway
before the boy stopped pushing. They were all laughing and giggling at her
humiliation and at the way her bum cheeks tightened and spasmed on the hard rod.
Lisa felt herself in the midst of some unimaginably horrible nightmare. It went
on and on. Sweat poured down her face and she screwed her eyes tightly shut as
intolerable sensations filled her rectal passage. Both her pussy and bumhole
felt wet and open. Any resistance to the probing of her most private places was
long forgotten. Her resolve wasn't part of the equation anymore. However as the
probe was pulled from her intimate anal embrace for the last time another
surprise was in store.

          A blindfold was placed over her eyes. The darkness was absolute.
          "Well gentlemen the final part of today's experiment is your
assessment of skin sensitivity. As we've already discussed each group will take
a turn. So Francesco if you'd like to start." Lisa James shrieked in shock as a
sharp pinprick galvanised her restrained body into action. They took their time,
working their way slowly along her upper arm and then into her armpit. At first
they were gentle, almost afraid of the reaction they were causing. Lisa squealed
and wriggled away, as much as she was able, from the jabbing needlepoints.
Pleading for them to stop had absolutely no effect whatsoever. Then thankfully
it stopped. She lay there gasping for breath, her underarm a mass of horrible
sensations. Sweat trickled down her forehead and ran along the edge of the
blindfold.
          "Gentlemen I'm going to have to ask you to be rather more careful. As
you can see we've broken the skin in a few areas." The young teacher indicated
several swelling points of red on the shivering arm.
          "Try not to be too heavy in your approach or I'll be in trouble with
Mr Barrow!"

          Time passed incredibly slowly for Lisa as her other arm and then each
of her legs were gradually explored by the boys and their awful needles.
Throughout she moaned and squealed as the horrible feelings intensified, jerking
and shaking each time she was pricked. In the darkness behind the blindfold she
suddenly realised that the young Schoolmistress was addressing her,
          "Right young lady we've nearly finished for the day. I expect you've
just about had enough but the boys have saved the best till last!" She chuckled.
Lisa knew what was coming but hoped against hope that she'd be mistaken!
          "We're going to see how sensitive the more intimate areas of your body
are, I think it should prove most educational!" Her bright laughter filled the
room as Lisa began to shake her head.
          "Noooooo Miss Please! Don't let them hurt me! I can't stand anymore, I
really can't I ca...." The stream of panic filled words was suddenly silenced.
Spluttering and shaking her head didn't stop the rubber ball being forced past
her teeth. A strap locked the gag firmly in place. The only sound emanating from
the "schoolgirl" was her rasping breath as it escaped her straining nostrils and
around the edge of the black ball in her mouth.

          The boy swallowed hard and looked at the now blind and dumb woman
bound before him. Totally helpless and revealed she was a schoolboy's ultimate
wet dream. His stiff penis pressed even more urgently against the front of his
trousers. Holding the needle carefully between his thumb and forefinger he
jabbed it experimentally into the smooth lower curve of the soft breast. He
jumped as the woman spluttered around the gag and jerked against her restraints.
His erection surged. Gradually he "pricked" his way across the shaking breast,
ensuring that he covered the whole area before concentrating his efforts on the
aureole and finally the nipple itself. Her reactions were certainly more marked
at this stage. Unrecognisable sounds exploded from the gag filled mouth and her
shaking and jerking took on an almost frantic nature. He took a deep breath and
stepped backwards to let another take his place.

          Lisa's breasts were covered in tiny "pinprick" marks by the time the
whole class had experimented on her. Luckily only a few tiny spots of red dotted
her quivering flesh but plenty of tears ran from beneath the blindfold.
Geraldine Johnson thought that all in all the boys had controlled themselves
rather well. It couldn't have been easy to restrain themselves, the temptation
must have been overpowering.
          "Right gentlemen. Now you really must be careful with these last two
areas. Obviously you may test our subject for as long as you wish but don't
apply too much pressure!" The young schoolmistress laughed, "Who's going first?"

          Lisa squealed helplessly and bit down on the rubber ball. They were
pricking her pussy! Oh God!!!!!! The first sharp point explored the wet folds
curiously. She jerked and strained at each sharp sensation. Fingers pinched the
lips of her very sticky pussy and pulled them slowly apart. Comments and excited
voices filled her ears as the boys watched their classmate open the woman's
swollen vaginal crease. Lisa felt her most intimate flesh being stretched and
pulled. Then she screamed again and again around the ball, grinding her teeth
into the unyielding rubber, as terrible pricking sensations began to flow from
her labia. She jerked and literally thumped against the restraints as the
needlepoints encroached closer and closer to the exposed pink hole. It took some
time before all of her young classmates had taken a turn at testing the
sensitivity of her vaginal anatomy. At one stage she appeared to have lapsed
into hysteria. Sound exploded from her gag filled mouth as the needles explored
the hood of her clitoris and then finally the engorged stub of the clitoris
itself. She was trembling so violently that the examination couch was shaking
where it stood. Several of the boys had to take a firm grip to steady it.

          The schoolmistress watched with her knickers growing wetter by the
minute. Arousal flowed through her as the boys jabbed at the "schoolgirls"
widely parted pussy lips. Besides actually jabbing at the very entrance to the
vaginal passageway the needles were now being pressed into the end of the young
womans' clitoris. She shivered excitedly and tried to imagine what intolerable
sensations Lisa would be experiencing at this moment. There was certainly a lot
of movement from their experimental subject. Tremors were running all over her
straining body, the muscles in her legs and arms flexing almost constantly.

          When the needlepoints attacked the bulging anal rosette of Lisa's
bottom she was finally broken. Her body had begun to feel very cold. She quickly
realised she was in the first stages of shock. The room was quite warm so even
in her distressed state she knew why she was feeling so cold. Sweat was
trickling down her face and neck and she could feel it pooling between her
breasts. She screamed and jerked in her bonds as the pricking began again around
the entrance to her bumhole. It went on for what seemed a very long time...

          Lisa James blinked her eyes. The room was empty except for Miss
Johnson, the class had filed out after completing their project a few minutes
earlier. They were no doubt heading straight for the refectory and a
well-deserved evening meal. Released from the examination couch and with the
blindfold and gag removed she stood on shaking legs rubbing gently at her abused
pussy and boobs. As the young schoolmistress tidied the room she kept glancing
hungrily at the naked "schoolgirl".
          "Well you little slut you seemed to have enjoyed this afternoons
lesson?" Lisa said nothing keeping her eyes firmly fixed to the floor. Her face
burned competing with the horrible sensations that seemed to cover every inch of
her abused skin.
          "Well before I send you to see Matron you can do something for me."

          A few moments later and with the door firmly locked a still naked Lisa
found herself licking the hot and obviously extremely aroused pussy of Geraldine
Johnson. With her legs spread and positioned in the stirrups of the examination
couch the young schoolmistress surrendered herself to the wonderful sensations
that her pupils tongue was causing. Very quickly she found herself jerking and
moaning as an orgasm pulsed through her. However she didn't allow the sore and
distressed schoolgirl to leave until the red face was covered in vaginal juices.
Lisa trudged tiredly to the san where Anita Palmer was waiting. A shower and an
alcoholic rub, which set all of the tiny wounds on fire, was followed by an
extensive application of antiseptic gel.
          "There we are, good as new!" said the nurse brightly as she patted the
full bottom, "Get dressed and then you'd better have your supper." Lisa looked
at her tormentor from heavy lidded eyes. Exhaustion was leaking from every pore.
She sighed tiredly and thought of food and sleep. Her body would recover quickly
she knew. The throbbing coming from her pussy would take a little longer to
satisfy, however her fingers could be very soothing at times...