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...