The Continuing Adventures of Lisa James: A Summer Vacation

Chapter 12 A schoolgirl socialising

The Continuing Adventures of Lisa James : A Summer Vacation



Chapter Twelve :  A schoolgirl socialising



          Lisa awoke with a start. It was nearly 8pm. Even though she'd only
managed to snatch a couple of hours sleep it had helped. A quick investigation
with her fingers attested to the fact that although her pussy was still swollen
and sore it was much better than it had been earlier. Thankfully the cream had
worked it's magic whilst she'd slept. She swung her legs over the side of the
bed glancing anxiously at the items of clothing that had been waiting for her
when she'd returned from her evening meal. She had no choice. She knew that.
Quite simply she was going to have to wear them...like it or not. After a
moments hesitation she tried to reassure herself that whatever might happen
tonight it couldn't be as bad as what she'd been forced to endure that
afternoon. Resignedly she started to get dressed. Her face flushed with
embarrassment when she saw her reflection in the mirror. The boys were in for
another eyeful but there was nothing she could do about that. Her pussy tingled
at the thought. She was shaking but her nervousness only seemed to intensify the
throbbing between her legs. Noooooo! Why was she becoming such a little tart!
She didn't seem to have any control over her reactions anymore. Thinking about
being made to do things in front of the boys immediately made her slit grow
sticky. She was such a slut! Ten minutes later she set off for the Prefect's
common room. A student social couldn't be too awful, could it? The faint hope
was all she had to cling to...



           It went very quiet when she walked in. Her face burned as they all
looked her up and down. Their smiles were wide and knowing. The sixth form
"lounge" was in the oldest part of the School. Oak panelling and a small stone
fireplace gave it a cosy feel. Besides a small snooker table there were lots of
easy chairs and a TV. Music was coming from a portable hi-fi. Four of the boys
were engrossed in a computer screen whilst the rest were spread around the room
watching two of their classmates play pool. Lisa jumped as someone behind her
suddenly spoke.

          "What time do you call this? You're late." Turning around she found
that Mr Barrow and Miss Cole had followed her into the room. She desperately
began to mutter an apology but they ignored her. As usual simply looking into
his eyes made her heart flutter. He was just so good looking.

          "Tonight is a social event. I don't want to spoil things so we'll
forget your lack of punctuality this once." He smiled slyly.

          "I'm glad you dressed appropriately." Fiona Cole started to laugh.
Lisa's face went a deeper shade of red.

          "This is your last night." He looked directly into her blushing face.

          "You're here to help your classmates have a good time. Make sure they
do. If they want to play games or dance then you'll do it. Miss Cole and I are
in the Staff Room across the hall if you need anything. You'll find snacks and
soft drinks in the kitchen." He pointed to a door in the opposite corner of the
room.

          "You can get them something to drink to start with."  Then they were
gone leaving her standing self-consciously by the door. The realisation that she
was now totally alone with the boys for the first time filled her with
apprehension. Her mouth suddenly felt very dry.



          Nobody said a word. They all just looked, their eyes roving excitedly
all over her. Lisa found she was shaking. God she was going to have to serve
them dressed like this! Considering how she was attired it was hardly surprising
they were staring! The skirt was grey and the shortest thing she'd ever worn in
her life. Only a few inches deep it ended just below her hips showing almost all
of her thighs. Even worse the bulge of her pussy, tightly encased in a triangle
of wispy black lace, protruded below the hem of the ridiculous strip of
material. From behind she also knew that the lower curves of her bare bum were
showing. The thin black strip that hugged the crease of her bottom did nothing
to cover her rounded rear cheeks but then G-strings were designed to be
revealing. She swallowed again. Her boobs were tightly contained in a cut-off
white blouse that was obviously far too small for her. Its' buttons bulged under
the strain but at least her hard nipples were hidden from view. Ending above her
waist it left her belly button and several inches of pale soft flesh on show.
High-heeled stilettos gave the muscles in her thighs and calves more definition
and made her stick her chest out. To say she looked provocative was an
understatement!



          Filling the glasses gave her a chance to try and control her shaking.
The kitchen was tiny but at least she was away from their eyes for a few
moments. Gathering all of her courage she steeled herself for what was about to
come and picked up the tray. They stopped talking as soon as she was through the
door. The silence was unnerving but as she passed around the room offering each
of them a drink their conversation gradually returned. By the time she'd given
them the crisps and other snacks they were all chattering excitedly. Most of the
conversation was in Italian so she had no idea what they were saying. But from
the bursts of laughter and blatant looks it was obvious that the objects of
their interest were her exposed bum and bulging pussy. Her face was scarlet with
embarrassment by the time she'd finished handing round the bowls. Up until that
point they'd only stared but then one of them spoke. Obviously he already knew
her intimately! Antonio. He had dark brown eyes and an almost permanent grin on
his face. About 15 and only a little shorter than herself, the knowledge that
he'd pushed his fingers inside her holes and probably made her come that
afternoon caused her face to burn even more fiercely. Apparently they wanted her
to play pool. It was obvious why but she couldn't refuse.



          Lisa tried her best not to bend over but it was hopeless. Whatever she
did they got to see part of her. The outfit she'd been made to wear covered
hardly anything as it was. Leaning over the pool table gave them the opportunity
to see right up the back of the little skirt whilst her boobs bulged forwards
and nearly fell out of the shirt. After only a few minutes of their constant
attention her face was again burning horribly. She felt hot and dizzy. It was so
humiliating to be dressed in next to nothing whilst being ogled by a group of
teenage boys and even worse, not being able to do anything about it. Things
suddenly became more serious when she felt a youthful hand quite blatantly
stroke her bare bottom. She jerked upwards and spun around only to find the boy
grinning and laughing. The others joined in. For some reason she suddenly felt
very angry. Something inside her snapped. How dare he do that! Who the hell did
he think he was! How dare he! She wasn't a fucking toy for them to play with!
Maybe it was because she'd been forced to endure so much during the last 5 days
or perhaps it was just a "normal" reaction surfacing, but before she knew quite
what she was doing she'd taken a step forwards and slapped him across the face.
It was a real beauty. The smile and it's surprised owner disappeared in a flash
as the boy fell to the floor. There was a shocked hush. Absolute silence. Almost
tangible. It filled the room and pressed insistently against its' walls. She
hardly noticed as one of the boys slid quickly out through the door.



          Oh God! Noooooooo! Immediately she knew she'd made a terrible mistake.
If she'd felt nervous before the evening had started it was nothing compared to
the way she felt now. Anxiety poured from her, as stuttering out an apology she
helped the trembling lad back to his feet. His eyes were brimming with tears and
emblazoned on his cheek was a bright red handprint.



          Simon Barrow was not impressed. She realised how angry he was simply
by the tension in his voice. He wasn't shouting but was obviously barely able to
control what he was saying. His face was white. Feeling dreadfully nervous she
didn't manage to catch much of what he actually said. But when she heard her
name and the words "sued" and "responsible" in the same sentence she quickly
picked up the general tone! She hadn't really experienced a good "telling off"
since she was small but it still surprised her, how in the face of his anger,
all of the old feelings returned. She felt like a naughty little girl. By the
time he'd finished she wanted to burst into tears. Then she was left alone in
the corridor whilst he went and spoke to the boys. 



          Five minutes later when the door opened she was still shaking like a
leaf. What was going to happen? What would he do to her? She felt sick with
worry.  

          "Well you're a very lucky girl," he said brightly, "your classmates
have agreed to forget all about what just happened so long as you behave
yourself for the rest of the evening." He was smiling once more. Lisa didn't
like the look on his face one little bit.

          "Obviously I'll be discussing your actions with the staff tomorrow
afternoon. I'm sure they'll have some interesting ideas regarding a suitable
punishment for you." He laughed. Lisa swallowed hard as this fresh seed of
unease was sown in her mind. Her last day was beginning to sound very
frightening indeed.

          "As for tonight...," he paused, a wry grin crossing his features,
"you're going to do exactly as the boys tell you. Do you understand?" Lisa
nodded worriedly.

          "But first we'll need to make a little adjustment to your outfit..."



          The rope was tight. She'd been made to cross her arms behind her back
and grasp her forearms before they'd been securely tied in place. Pulling hard
Fiona Cole managed to buckle the leather strap that was looped around Lisa's
elbows and then spun her around so they could both inspect her handiwork.
Besides making Lisa totally helpless the strap also pulled her shoulders back
and forced her to stick her chest out. Her breasts, pushing against the shirt,
were threatening to burst the already straining buttons.

          "Right you little tart," purred the younger woman as she ran her hands
over the bulging shirt front, "we'd better not hear a peep out of you over the
next two hours or I'll personally take the skin off that fat arse of yours."
Lisa gasped and bit her lip as Miss Cole suddenly squeezed hard. Simon Barrow
smiled broadly at their captives' scarlet and obviously very perturbed
expression.

          "And remember young lady you'll do exactly as you're told. You'd
better hope your classmates are in a benevolent mood but somehow I don't think
they will be." With that he pushed her roughly across the corridor and into the
Prefects common room once more. As he left he pulled the door shut.



          This time the boys' stared in a very different way. They no longer
made any effort to hide their excitement or indeed their interest. They looked
at her hungrily knowing that the upper hand was now theirs. Having just been
told that they could basically do anything they wanted within reason, to the
helpless woman in front of them, the dynamics of the relationship had changed
dramatically. They were going to do things to her and she wasn't going to be
able to stop them. Their anticipation was almost tangible. The looks they gave
her were tinged with confidence and the certain knowledge that she was now their
plaything. Lisa swallowed noisily as she stood shaking and blushing in front of
them. The way they were blatantly looking at her jutting boobs and the bulge of
her pussy was horribly humiliating.



          As they pushed her unceremoniously across the room she stumbled
unsteadily. Having her arms locked behind her back was doing strange things to
her sense of balance. She found herself standing in the centre of a circle of
easy chairs. The boys sat down and all began laughing and talking at once. An
angry red handprint blazed on the cheek of the boy she'd slapped. He grinned at
her and the others fell silent as he spoke.

          "You turn around little bitch for me," he said. Knowing she had to do
exactly as she was told she blinked away the tears of shame that were already
threatening to run down her face and turned self-consciously on the spot.

          "You are a fat bottomed girl yes?" Lisa stared at the carpet her heart
beating wildly in her chest.

          "Dance for me now." The arrogance in his voice made Lisa's face burn.
Trying her best not to look at them she started to twist and wriggle her hips.
It was absolutely dreadful having to do it in front of them but she had no
choice. Surrendering what little dignity she had left she rolled her bottom from
side to side and turned in a circle. The boys began to chatter amongst
themselves as they watched and each time she glanced up their laughing eyes
burned into hers.



          Lisa's stomach suddenly lurched when she heard his next instruction.
The boy told her to stop doing her "dance" and bend over in front of him. She
jerked and gasped as he confidently cupped her bum with both hands.

          "Get down little bitch," he said, squeezing the soft flesh.
Reluctantly she bent further, carefully keeping her legs pressed tightly
together. His hands roamed freely, lifting and parting the full cheeks of her
bottom as he commented enthusiastically to his jeering classmates.

          "Now your legs open." Panting hard, she felt as if her heart was about
to burst from her chest. It was just so embarrassing but slowly she did as she
was told. They could all see the bulge of her pussy now, she knew that. She
squeaked in dismay as his youthful fingers ran along its' central lace-covered
crease.

          "Wet," he said, much to the amusement of his increasingly noisy
audience.  There was lots of laughter.

          "Now you show fat bottom to others."



          It was truly terrible. Face blushing furiously Lisa had to turn and
bend for each of them in turn. They ran their hands up underneath the back of
the tiny skirt feeling her bum and running their fingers along the valley
between her cheeks. She felt hot and dizzy and sick. What would she have to do
next? She didn't have to wait long to find out. Carlo, the boy she'd slapped,
stood up, indicating that she should do the same.

          "You are sorry but now you dance with me." He calmly took hold of her
hips and pulled her towards him. Although he was at least ten years her junior
he was equal in height. When he held her tightly and began to dance she could
feel his excitement digging into her belly. With her arms tightly bound behind
her back she was helpless as he started to freely run his hands all over her.
She closed her eyes, praying that a hole would open in the floor and swallow her
up. She felt his fingers begin to pluck at the buttons of her shirt as his
companions brayed their encouragement.



          After he'd undone the first button the rest yielded to the pressure
they were experiencing and sprang open. Much to Lisa's embarrassment her breasts
jiggled free, their sensitive tips pointing in all directions.  He took hold of
each side of the shirt, jerked it open and then pushed it down over the tops of
her shoulders. It stayed there leaving her thrusting boobs totally uncovered and
pointing provocatively towards her tormentor. His hands immediately began to cup
and mould the firm heavy globes. Lisa gasped with shame and discomfort when he
pulled at her hard nipples. Next he undid the skirt and slid it down her legs.
Unresisting she felt him begin to pull the little G-string away from her pussy
and then she was horribly naked and totally helpless in front of them all. Much
to her horror her already moist pussy began to throb insistently and ooze fluid.
Humiliation surged through her as they once again stared at her smooth shaven
mound.



          Lisa twisted and moaned with shame as they took turns to dance with
her. Their hands fondled her boobs and bottom first but unfailingly they then
each investigated the wet slit between her thighs and its sticky lips. She
groaned and shook her head as the next boy slid his fingers between her legs
holding her steady with his other hand. His head only came up to her shoulder.
She jerked and mouthed a silent "Nooooo" as he pushed a finger into her hot and
still sore vaginal tunnel. Then she involuntarily went up onto her tiptoes and
jerked her hips as he frigged her roughly for a few seconds. Gasping, and hating
herself for doing it, she rested against him and put her head on his shoulder.
If she hadn't she'd have probably collapsed in a heap on the floor. They stayed
joined in a parody of a slow dance for several minutes before the boy stepped
back and allowed one of his waiting companions to take a turn.



          It went on for some time but finally all fifteen of the boys had dug
their erections into the helpless female stomach whilst taking the opportunity
to finger and grope her quivering nakedness. They couldn't believe their luck!
Having the chance to abuse a nude woman wasn't something that was likely to
happen again in a hurry so they were all determined to make the most of it. Lisa
slumped tiredly in an armchair as they began to talk amongst themselves. Shame
and embarrassment couldn't stop her body betraying itself. She felt nervously
exhausted but her pussy was oozing and throbbing demandingly. She could feel her
juices coating the insides of her thighs. Although the intensely humiliating
situation was testing the very limits of her submission her arousal was
spiralling out of control. She felt so horny! As much as she hated to admit it
she knew she'd do whatever they told her, no matter how demeaning.



          What it lacked in length and girth it made up for in stiffness. It was
also very hot. The cock twitched and jerked as it was guided it into her mouth.
Thankfully, as she suspected, as soon as she began to suck the boy immediately
lost control. She didn't even have to use her tongue. Come squirted into her
throat as he buried his hands in her hair and jerked himself violently back and
forth. Her taste buds instantly recognised the flavour of fresh semen as it
flooded over her tongue. She managed to swallow most of it but some managed to
slip past her lips and dribble down her chin. Youthful laughter filled the room
as the boy whooped and punched the air.



          Lisa was kneeling on an armchair with her shoulders resting against
its' back. She'd been forced to spread her legs and stick her bottom out. When
they stood behind the chair her mouth was at exactly the right height and the
position also allowed them to get at her from both ends!  Even her boobs were
reachable if they wanted to feel them. She suddenly groaned as fingers delved
into her pussy spreading the delicate sticky lips well apart.

          "Please! Please be gentle I'm so sore there!" she pleaded, as the
digits roughly penetrated her wet hole. Her squeal of discomfort was cut short
as a second eager boy thrust himself into her waiting mouth. This one was more
experienced. He held himself still before pushing the head of his hard-on into
the very back of her throat. She gagged and choked for a moment before managing
to run her tongue back and forth over the bulging glans. Again although he
wasn't very big he was furiously stiff. He pumped slowly and deeply ignoring the
muffled sounds of protest emanating from her cock filled mouth. Lisa moaned and
whimpered as the fingers continued to forcibly investigate her sensitive vaginal
tunnel. A hand gripped one of her breasts then its' nipple was being viciously
pinched. She mewled in protest, her sense of shame all consuming. Suddenly she
screamed around the cock in her mouth. Surely they could see how sore her pussy
was! His fingers were hurting her so much! The hand investigating Lisa's vulval
crack withdrew whilst they started to discuss her reaction to being fingered and
what she'd just said.



          She gasped in relief when the fingers were removed but immediately
they slid up to the tightly puckered whorl of her bumhole. She jerked and
whimpered as they started to push at her most secret entrance. Noooo! Not there!
Ooooh please no! The boy fucking her mouth suddenly stiffened and spurted into
her throat. At the same moment a finger was forced up to the knuckle into her
bottom.

          "We will have you behind yes," the boy said laughing. Lisa sobbed with
shame as she felt the end of an erection pressing urgently against her tiny rear
entrance. Another stiff penis was pushed into her mouth effectively muffling any
further protest. "At least they're not big" she thought desperately, trying to
reassure herself. The saliva coated helmet suddenly pushed past her straining
anal sphincter then the boy was inside the very tight passageway. Lisa's eyes
bulged and she gurgled around the stiff rod in her mouth as the erect penis in
her bottom was forced all the way inside her. It didn't hurt that much but the
sensation as her rectal walls were stretched, combined with the situation she
was in, was horribly humiliating. Suddenly her mouth was flooding with sperm
again. She swallowed as the cock in her bottom was pulled almost all the way out
then firmly pushed back in. For a moment she could feel the boys' balls resting
against the crease of her bum then he was slamming wildly into her.



          They kept using her mouth and raping her rectal opening for the next
hour. Even though they came after only a few moments the youthful stiffness in
their cocks quickly returned. As time passed both their confidence and control
improved and they realised that their nude plaything was gradually becoming more
and more excited. From that point onwards they ensured that her clitoris was
always being stimulated whilst her bottom was being fucked. Each time she
started to shake and moan more urgently however the teasing fingers were
withdrawn. The knowledge that she was being denied the release she so greedily
craved added a sadistic edge to the situation. It also made her much more
responsive when a cock was actually inside the hole in her bottom. Her growing
need made her jerk and roll her buttocks about most erotically. Fingers
relentlessly pinched and pulled at the swollen stub of her clitoris drawing a
stream of desperate moans and groans from her flesh gagged mouth. At times she
became so frantic that they were forced to hold her still. All of this added
enormously to their enjoyment and amusement. Their laughter provided a noisy
accompaniment to her muffled shrieks and cries.



          There was a sudden knock at the door. The boys immediately stopped
what they were doing. Lisa was coated with sweat and her face was dripping with
their come. She groaned with relief.

          "Gentlemen," said Simon Barrow's voice from the other side of the
door, "time to draw the evening to a close I'm afraid. I'll be back in a few
moments."



          Thankfully they'd gone. She presumed back to their rooms but she
didn't really care. Her pussy was throbbing with frustration and her bum felt
horribly stretched. All she could taste was sperm. She could feel it coating her
cheeks and chin but that was the least of her worries...

          "Quite disgusting letting them do that to her."

          "I agree, quite quite disgusting. I knew she was a little tart but
this is really shocking." Simon Barrow and Fiona Cole were smirking at each
other and smiling delightedly as they began to verbally chastise the tightly
bound and abused woman that was slumped exhaustedly against the back of the
armchair. Fiona Cole felt her pussy growing hot and wet as she looked at the
puckered and inflamed anal opening. Shiny fluid was smeared all around it and
coated the insides of the parted bum cheeks. What on earth went through the
little slut's mind as she was having her arse fucked by a group of young boys? 
The wicked thought made her heart race with excitement.



          Still naked and with her arms pinioned behind her back Lisa found
herself pushed along the corridors all the way to the San. Once inside the shirt
and her bonds were quickly removed. She screamed as the water from the
showerhead hit her. It was freezing cold.

          "Hands behind your back girl!" Fiona Cole ignored the howls of protest
as she played the water back and forth over her shrieking captive. Casually she
soaped the shaking woman's body before making her bend over and touch her toes.
Water ran off the ends of Lisa's quivering nipples as they pointed down towards
the wet tiles. After paying particular attention to the "schoolgirls" obviously
very tender anal hole the younger woman washed her down with very cold water
once again. Lisa's teeth were chattering and her skin was covered in goose bumps
as her giggling tormentor roughly towelled her dry. Her nipples were painfully
hard and standing out like thorns and she screamed shrilly when Miss Cole
pinched each one in turn.



          Simon Barrow and his young female colleague both grinned and looked at
the shaking girl as she stood totally nude for their inspection. Her hands
twisted nervously in front of her smooth-shaven pubic mound and her face burned
with embarrassment.

          "Get your hands at your sides girl!" barked the young woman, "and
stand up straight!" The pair of them were sat on the little bed in Lisa's room
gazing hungrily at their plaything. She looked almost edible, the denuded slit
between her smooth thighs bulging most enticingly. Simon Barrow watched the full
breasts and their jutting nipples as the girl submissively did as she was told.
He smiled at his companion.

          "Turn around Lisa." They both allowed their eyes to roam over the
slightly trembling bum cheeks. Full and perfectly rounded, the "schoolgirls"
bottom was crying out for the cane but they had other plans for her during the
next hour. Fiona Cole's hand slid lightly along Simon Barrows' thigh before she
grasped the hardness that was projecting upwards from his groin. She was
incredibly wet herself. When they played together in these situations she always
became highly aroused. His hard tongue was suddenly pressing insistently between
her lips as he kissed her with unrestrained enthusiasm. She groaned quietly in
the back of her throat.



          The smirk on Fiona Cole's face made Lisa flush with shame. It took
only a few moments to fasten the schoolgirl's wrists securely together. Then
Lisa found herself pressed against the wall, her arms above her head, the cuffs
securely tied to what she thought was a picture hook but whose function she now
had to question. Simon Barrow leant forwards and spoke quietly in her ear,

          "Right you dirty little slut I'm going to warm you up with the strap
then you're going to satisfy Miss Cole and I in any way we please, is that
clear?" Lisa looked past her raised arm and slowly nodded her head. The look of
panic on her face caused him to chuckle with amusement.

          "Spread your legs."



          "Thwack!" Lisa's scream bounced off the walls as the two inch wide
strip of leather curled around her helpless bottom. She just had time to gasp in
a breath before it arrived again.

          "Thwack!" She screamed and wriggled her bottom frantically. Fiona Cole
laughed, her eyes shining with excitement as she rubbed her moist pussy through
the material of her dress. Lisa squealed and jerked desperately, all thought of
keeping her legs spread totally forgotten.

          "I said legs apart you little bitch," he growled. The strap curved
through the air as he swung it firmly into the struggling woman's buttocks.



          Lisa cried and squealed as the leather seared a path across her bottom
again and again. Tears poured down her face as she twisted and pleaded with him
to stop. Mocking laughter was the only response. When he released her wrists she
almost fell but he held her upright whilst his female colleague pulled the
unresisting hands behind the "schoolgirl's" back and cuffed them together once
more. They had her kneel on the little bed with her face pressed to the covers.
Her throbbing bottom bulged rudely. It felt big and swollen and was burning
horribly. She couldn't keep it still. As they ran their hands over the rolling
bright red cheeks she gasped in pain and sobbed miserably. Then a finger slid
between the lips of her sex. For a few moments the discomfort faded and she
groaned with unsuppressed lust. God she was so so horny. The teasing finger,
added to what the boys had done to her, was almost enough to send her over the
edge. She needed to come. Wanted to come so much. Oh God!  Please! Please let
them make her come! She was screaming it inside her head.



          In a sea of arousal Lisa watched from her head down position as the
pair of them slowly undressed each other. The humiliation and pain she'd
experienced up to this point was triggering an explosion of desire in her belly.
She bit her lip and groaned quietly as Miss Coles' slim body and firm pointed
breasts came into view. Simon Barrow's body was hard and muscled, she knew that
already. To Lisa he was beautiful and she ached for what was revealed when Fiona
Cole unbuckled his trousers. His cock reared up between his legs as the young
Maths teacher knelt and licked its' bulbous end. It looked red and angry and
thick. For a few moments their hands investigated the others physical delights.
They kissed then turned towards their toy.



          Lisa tensed and gasped as the head of the engorged penis touched the
rim of her anus. Not there! Please not there! She wanted him inside her pussy,
filling her, fucking her! She needed to come so much. She tried to tell him but
the wet vulva pressing into her face muffled her pleas. Fiona Cole spread her
thighs further apart and pushed her gushing pussy onto the struggling woman's
face. Propped against the headboard of the little bed with a couple of pillows
supporting her back she idly toyed with her erect nipples as the "pet"
schoolgirl licked and teased at her labial folds. She giggled and clasped her
thighs tightly around Lisa's head as Simon began to push himself into the little
bitch's bumhole. He smiled wickedly as Lisa began to scream. She was as tight as
he remembered. It took a sustained effort to embed himself fully. Then he paused
to catch his breath and enjoy the delicious grip the girls' bottom was exerting
on his erect member. It squeezed his hardness with a rhythmic intensity. Fiona
looked back into his eyes. He could see she was nearing her first climax
already. Suddenly she threw her head back and was lost. Her moans rose to a
crescendo then she slumped back against the pillows smiling happily.



          Neither of them spoke, they didn't need to. At this level their
combined pleasure became almost intuitive. He began to move and as he did so
Lisa began to cry loudly into the pink flesh covering her face. Simon Barrows'
stiff penis was a very different matter to those of the boys she'd experienced
earlier. She was being stretched to her limits. He was hurting her. Her
straining bum tensed as he went in again, she couldn't help it. If she'd been
able to relax for a few seconds it would have helped but he wasn't going to
allow her that. He wanted to ream the very depths of her belly. Muffled shrieks
and sobs filled the space between Fiona Cole's thighs. The little bitches'
struggles were making her hot again already! Delicious little jolts and shocks
sped upwards from her pussy every time the desperately lapping tongue passed
over her clitoral stem. She looked at Simon with dilated eyes. Oooooohhhh it
felt so good! Lisa squealed and groaned as the hard cock ploughed slowly back
and forth inside her. He didn't change his rhythm and managed to control his
urge to slam into the constricting tunnel. There was no hurry. After all they
could keep the little slut up all night if they wanted to.



          Suddenly he let out a roar of pleasure. His erection grew rock hard
then began to spasm. Gouts of sperm erupted from the head of his throbbing cock.
It was so intense that for a few seconds his hips refused to work. He groaned
and held himself immobile while the wonderful pleasure pulsed through him. Fiona
Cole began to orgasm as she watched him, gushing onto Lisa's face as she too
surrendered to the overpowering sensations. It didn't stop there. For the next
hour they continued with their selfish game. Lisa groaned and moaned her
frustration. She was so horny. She needed to come so so much but they denied her
any release.



          Lisa lay on her side on the little bed with her knees drawn up to her
chest trying to make herself comfortable. Her sweat was gradually drying on her
skin and she could feel Simon Barrows' still warm come trickling from her
stretched bumhole. Oh God she felt so so horny but there was no way she could
satisfy the craving that was emanating from her swollen pussy. Her wrists had
been tied securely to the bed end above her head. It was going to be a long
night. Apparently Matron would be along to release her first thing in the
morning but knowing that didn't make things any easier. Between her legs the
soft folds were begging to be touched. She squeezed her thighs together but it
didn't help. Before the pair of them had left Fiona Cole had spread Matron's
healing cream very gently over Lisa's pussy and bottom, using her fingers to
liberally coat the slippery lips and the inside of the still clenching anal
opening. She'd been especially careful not to stimulate the "schoolgirl" to the
point of orgasm, but her delicious touch had almost been too much for their
whimpering pet.



          Even though Lisa felt incredibly horny and sexually frustrated
exhaustion quickly overtook her. Falling into a fitful sleep she moaned in the
darkness as her memories of the days' awful events gradually faded from view...