Alison's Story

Chapter 18.

 

I woke the following morning a little confused.  The last thing I remembered was being in the back of the car as Neil and Alan took me home. I couldn’t remember how I’d got to bed, and had no idea of the time.  I moved to sit up and felt the full result of my night at the party. 

 

My body hurt everywhere.  My hips and my back ached, my jaw felt as if someone had punched me repeatedly.  My pussy and my bottom throbbed and when I put my hand down between my legs and touched my clit I found it was so sensitive I couldn’t bear to touch it.  My nipples also were too tender to touch.  I reeked of sex.  All I could smell and taste was semen; it seemed to coat the back of my throat.  I felt sick.  As I slowly got out of bed I felt the skin on my face and back stiff with more of it.

 

Feeling thoroughly disgusted I pulled on a bathrobe and made my way to the kitchen.  I rinsed my mouth several times, and spat into the sink.  I moved slowly around, feeling battered and bruised.  I made myself tea, then ran a hot bath.  My body complained loudly as I lowered myself into the hot water.  My bottom and pussy stung painfully, as did my nipples.  I sank beneath the water and groaned.  I had never imagined feeling this bad after a night of pleasure, I’d had better days when I’d been suffering from ‘flu.

 

I stayed in the bath for as long as I could, only leaving it when the water became uncomfortably cool.  I patted myself dry carefully.  My whole body seemed to be over-sensitive.  I made more tea then went back to bed.  As soon as I entered the bedroom I was assaulted by the smell of semen.  I stripped the bed and put on new sheets and covers, put the old ones in a carrier bag and threw them in the bin, then eased myself gently into bed.

 

I cast my mind back to the events of the previous night.  I wondered how Jane would be feeling at that moment after her repeated beating and abuse.  I remembered how casual the men had been as they ran their hands over the body of any woman who came near.  I shuddered at the thought of all those hands roaming over me, how they had invaded all my most intimate places.  I remembered the man who had opened my blouse, making me walk around with my breasts fully exposed.  I thought about how it must have looked as any number of men used my pussy, my bottom or my mouth, slapping me if I didn’t appear ‘lively’ enough for them.

 

Incredibly, I began to feel randy!  I slipped my hand between my legs, but my poor clit was just too sensitive for even the most gentle play.  Sighing with frustration I tried to take my mind off the sensitivity of my body by running through the arrangements for my moving to join John.  In just over a week I would walk away from Alan, Neil, the flat and the whole, unlikely episode in my life.  That was the plan, anyway.

 

I got up after a while and began to do some routine tasks around the flat.  There was no sign or Alan or Neil.  I was enjoying the solitude when the doorbell rang.  Wearily I made my way to the door and opened it to see Lin standing there with a couple of bottles of wine.

 

“Right, I’m not taking no for an answer, I want to know everything, and I mean everything!”  She said as she brushed past me.  I followed her up the stairs and into my living room.  I stood and watched as she opened the first of the bottles, poured into two glasses and handed one to me.  Then she dropped into a nearby chair, took a mouth full of wine and smiled up at me.

 

“Well?  Don’t keep me in suspense.  Was it really good?  What did they make you do?  How many other girls were there?  How many men had you?  Did they use your arse or just your mouth and pussy?”

 

I laughed at her urgency. “Give me a minute, won’t you?”

 

I sat opposite her and began to relate the events at the party.   She watched in fascination as I described the scene, continually re-filling our glasses.  I described how I’d been fondled, and exposed, and then related the encounter with my students.  She giggled as I told her how I’d managed to get some of them to come in their pants.  “Serves them right, dirty little buggers!”

 

By the time I’d finished describing how I’d been used continually by countless men, she had started on the second bottle of wine and her face was flushed slightly pink.  I told her about my continuous orgasm and she shuddered.  I noticed that her hand had made its’ way to her crotch, and now she was rubbing the knuckle of her thumb along the seam of her jeans.  I told her how they would smack me if I slowed up at all, and her eyes widened with lust.

 

“They just kept going at you?”

 

“I lost count pretty quickly.  They were having a great time, I could tell by all the laughing.”

 

“Oh my God, I am so jealous!”

 

I told her about Jane.  How she’d looked at the end, when she’d been made to kneel before her tormentor while he pissed in her mouth.  Lin’s eyes narrowed as she imagined the scene.  She took another gulp of wine, then started to shed clothing urgently.

 

“Oh Jesus fucking Christ, this is the hottest thing I’ve ever heard, and if I don’t get these knickers off right away, I’m going to fucking explode!”

 

In moments she was naked, then she fell back into her chair and spread her legs over the arms, exposing her neat blonde bush.  Even in my exhausted state I could see her slit was swollen and wet, her nipples erect.  A thrill of desire ran through me. I loved the look of Lin’s body, and seeing her like this made me even more aroused.  I still didn’t dare touch my own super-sensitive clit, but I wanted to touch hers.

 

“Would you like me to go down on you?” I asked.

 

“No, I want you to keep talking!”  She said hastily.  “You can come and stroke my pussy if you like, though.”

 

I moved to kneel at the side of her chair, then started to relate bout the man with the beer bottle.  As I did so I ran my fingertip along her damp slit.  She looked at me, eyes wide, then slid further down in her seat, spreading her legs wider apart and pushing her hips up towards my finger.  I gently slipped a finger between her folds, savouring her delicate scent and the warmth of her pussy.  She groaned as I pushed the finger into her as I told how a complete stranger had backed me against a wall, forced my legs apart and then pushed a bottle into me, fucking me with it then making me drink its’ contents.

 

Then I told her about Carol, and how granddad had used and abused her, including what I’d seen him doing to her, and what she’d told me later.  When I told her about Jane’s caning and anal rape I let my fingers slip out of her pussy and drop to her own back door.  I pushed my thumb into her pussy then tickled her puckered hole with my fingers.  She groaned and began to tease and stroke her nipples.  Then she began to buck her hips, forcing my thumb into her hot slit, and then she sighed and began to come.  She groaned and cried out as each wave of pleasure washed over her, then fell back into her chair, a half-formed smile on her pretty face.

 

“You do that too well for your own good.”  She said sleepily. “What a fucking brilliant night. Christ!  I’m amazed you can keep your hands off your pussy!  If al that had happened to me I’d be diddling from now ‘til doomsday!”

 

I giggled in response.  “I can’t bear to touch myself today.  I feel like I’ve been electrocuted or something, any part of me which doesn’t ache is too sensitive to touch.”

 

“Really? Oh dear, perhaps I’d better give you some TLC.  Come with me.”

 

She stood and crossed the room still stark naked.  I followed, admiring her shapely bottom as I did so.  She took me into the bedroom and made me lay face down on the bed.

 

“OK, wait here, I’ll be back in a moment.”  She said.  She returned a minute or so later with a bottle of baby oil.  “OK now just relax.”  She giggled, then poured some directly onto my back.  Then she began to gently massage me, starting in the small of my back and climbing to my neck and shoulders.  The feeling as she relaxed my tense, knotted muscles was simply wonderful.  She sat astride me and I felt her pubes tickle my skin at the base of my spine.

 

She moved lower, concentrating on my lower back and then began to massage my bum cheeks.  I gave myself over to her skilful hands and let her stroke away my aches and pains.  She stroked my hips and thighs, gently applying oil to the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, and then she ran her fingertip over my delicate bottom.  I flinched as I felt her finger touch me there.

 

“Relax.”  She coaxed, soothingly, “I won’t hurt you, I promise.”  I settled back on the bed.  She began to stroke the inside of my bum cheeks, just barely grazing my once tight back door.  Gradually, she applied a little more pressure until she was massaging the baby oil directly onto my battered hole.  She was so gentle that after a short time I began to enjoy her attentions, and much of my tension dissolved.

 

Then she had me turn over, and she began to minister to the front of my body.  She tutted to herself as she realised how tender my nipples were, “Oh you poor darling, they’re really sore, aren’t they?  When will men learn to treat them gently instead of gripping them like pliers and twisting them off?”

 

In moments she had covered them in oil, soothing them gently with her delicate hands.  I closed my eyes and relished the luxury of being pampered.  She worked her way gradually down my body until she came to my shaven mound.  I tensed slightly as she began to run her fingers across it, but she spoke soothingly again, reassuring me, relaxing me.  She eased my thighs apart and continued to massage my inner thighs, then she ran her fingers across my pussy lips.  The sensations were sheer ecstasy, and I was soon sighing contentedly.  I knew what was coming, but Lin was so gentle I had no fears at all.

 

Slowly, methodically, she began to stroke from the very top of my inner thigh inwards, moving incredibly slowly.  I held my breath as she reached the lips of my pussy, feeling them move under her attention.  Then she gently parted them and ran her finger around the entrance to my tunnel.  I gasped at the tenderness there, but she continued to stroke with the utmost gentleness.

 

I began to respond, my pussy beginning to lubricate itself.  She slipped a finger gently into me, stroking my delicate folds as she did so.  As her fingers gently explored my innermost folds I felt the sensitivity ease and began to rock my hips against her long, slim fingers.

 

She placed a finger of her other hand at the top of my slit and began to rotate it gently, drawing tiny circles on my skin. Almost imperceptibly, she began to move her finger lower, until it reached the base of my clit.  I drew in a ragged breath as I felt the nerve endings in my little bud start to complain at the merest touch.  And yet she was moving so slowly, and so gently that soon the jangling nerve endings were soothed and I sighed with relief.

 

She kept on for several minutes, stroking her fingers into my pussy and gently stroking the base of my clit. I was in heaven! I closed my eyes and lay back, determined to enjoy every second of her wonderful massage.  Then she began to move slowly towards the head of my clit.  I was seriously aroused, and knew it would be poking out from under its’ hood.

 

I held my breath as she drew nearer and nearer.  And then she touched it.  Her touch was so gentle I couldn’t be sure she had made any contact at all, but then I clearly felt her touch my most sensitive spot.  I let out a long, low moan as she drew her fingertip slowly across my bud, and then she began to draw circles again.  Beautiful, delicate waves of pleasure ran through me.  I felt I had become liquid as she stroked and teased my clit and my pussy.  I had never felt anything so erotic before and was almost hypnotised by the rhythm of her gentle fingers.

 

I heard myself let out an anguished “Oh!”  And then I couldn’t stop.  Wave upon wave of sensual pleasure ran through me as she gently caressed me to climax.  I heard myself call sighing and calling, “Oh, oh, oh, oh…” as my entire being was consumed by my climax.  I felt Lin carefully remove her fingers from me, then she lay next to me on the bed.

 

When I had gone some way to recovery I turned to look at her.  “I have never been handled like that before in my entire life!”  I gasped, “You play me like a Stradivarius!  Thank you so much for that.”

 

She giggled, “We’re becoming a right pair of lesbos, aren’t we?  Perhaps we should run away together?  Form a commune, or a women’s group or something?”

 

We both laughed hysterically. 

 

“Can you imagine if we told John and Keith, ‘sorry guys but you’re redundant!  We don’t need you anymore, you’ve been replaced by six inches of plastic and a couple of batteries!  Take care now!’ Shit!  Imagine the look on their faces!”

 

We laughed and laughed, then fell into each other’s arms.  I had never felt so at ease as I did at that moment, naked, in bed with Lin, our breasts pressed together.  I wanted to stay there forever, comforted by the warmth of her body, the delicate scent of her sex.  I began to drift into a contented sleep.  Lin started to stroke my hair, planting the odd delicate kiss on my forehead.

 

“I’m really going to miss you when you go.”  She said.  She sounded almost surprised by the realisation.  Then she laughed softly to herself, “Perhaps it’s just as well though, I’m starting to look forward more and more to being in bed with you.”

 

“Really?”

 

“Really!”  She giggled.  “All I could think about last night was what they’d be doing to you.  Jesus I was turned on! Funny thing was though, when I got into bed with Keith I found I didn’t want him, I wanted you!  I kept imagining you stroking my pussy or going down on me. It was that that got me off! Keith has no idea, of course, but I came lots of times just imagining being in bed with you.”

 

“I, er, well, I don’t really know what to say.” I stuttered.

 

“Don’t say anything.  In a little while you’ll be gone.  That’ll be it, game over.  I just wanted you to know, that’s all”

 

“I’ll miss you too.”  I mumbled.

 

Lin leant in and kissed me full on the lips.  Her mouth was warm and gentle, and she tasted of wine still.  I felt her tongue push gently between my lips and I opened them to allow her access.  And then we were kissing with increasing passion, locked in each others’ arms.  She began to stroke my breasts, cupping them. She ducked her head down and began to gently kiss my nipples, circling the tip of her tongue over them.  She moved lower and lower down my body, kissing my skin gently as she went. 

 

I sighed contentedly as she began to plant kisses on the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, and then she moved slowly up until I could feel her hot breath on my pussy.  She began to plant the most delicate, gentle kisses on my pussy lips.  I felt my heart racing as waves of pleasure began to run through me.  She ran the tip of her tongue along my hot slit and I arched my back in pleasure as the waves built to sheer ecstasy.

 

She gently pushed my legs further apart, then began to kiss and lick my pussy lips.  I heard myself groan in pleasure and she chuckled to herself, her hot breath stimulating my super-sensitive clit still further.  Her tongue wormed its’ way between my pussy lips, circled the entrance to my tight tunnel, the slowly made it’s way to my clit.

 

I stiffened and held my breath as I felt her tongue reach out for my hard bud.   I gasped and arched my back as jolts of pleasure ran through my entire body.  This was the most erotic experience I’d ever had, not just physically sexy and pleasurable, but emotionally erotic.  As I lay there, my legs wide apart as she licked and tickled my bud I felt warm waves of pleasure slip over me.

 

I sighed contentedly, and then Lin shifted her position, moving around and straddling me in a classic ‘sixty-nine’ position.  I was looking directly at her beautiful blonde pussy.  I immediately reached out m tongue and ran it along her lips, feeling her shudder and her hot breath on my own pussy as she sighed with pleasure.  I kissed and licked her most feminine place, I pushed my tongue deep into her, feeling her writhe around in pleasure.  In return she did the most amazing things to me, bringing me to the brink of a massive orgasm time and time again, only to let me slip back from the brink every time.

 

I became desperate, lapping at her pussy urgently, slipping my fingers into her warm, wet tunnel, playing with her clit.  In the minutes we were in position we almost drove each other crazy with desire!  And then she drove her hips down onto my face with a cry of delight.  A thrill ran through me and I responded in kind, thrusting my hips up to her waiting mouth.  As her orgasm started she cried out again, this time her cries were muffled by my own pussy and the feelings they generated in me drove me over the edge and I climaxed with her.

 

As our orgasms subsided she collapsed on top of me, her sopping wet pussy just inches from my face, her head between my legs still.  I had never felt so completely sated.  A warm glow bathed my body.  I reached out and gently stroked her bottom, she chuckled in response.   We lay together for endless minutes, a delicious, erotic warmth between us.  Finally, she moved, saying, “If I don’t go now, I never will!”

 

“Suits me!”

 

“I have to meet Keith.  We’re going for tea at his mum’s house.  Can you imagine if they knew what we’d been up to!  Fuck! She’d have a heart attack!”

 

We both laughed, and then she surprised me by leaning over and kissing me gently on the lips.  She pulled back and looked at me, seeming suddenly very vulnerable.  I wanted her to stay with me.  “Like I said, it’s a good job you are leaving soon, or I might not let you go at all!”  I smiled back at her, and then she quickly rose from the bed and started to dress.

 

“Will we get to do this again, do you think?”  I asked.

 

“Oh Christ I hope so!”  She grinned.

 

“Me too!”

 

She had finished dressing.  She picked up her bag and made for the bedroom door.  As she opened it, she turned and blew me a kiss, then left.  I sank back into the bed feeling warm and contented, and a little sorry she’d had to leave.  I grinned to myself then got up and pulled on a bathrobe.

 

I wandered around the flat, looking for something to do, but there was nothing.  No marking of books because although there was still over a week of term to go, we had all but concluded our efforts to teach our brood of idiots for the year.  It was all about getting through to the end of term now, something I was becoming increasingly keen to see.

 

On one level I was having the time of my life and the best sex I ever expected to have, but on another level I was looking forward to ending the game.  It had gone way further than I would ever have imagined, and I knew that the next few days would take me further still, but I wanted out now.  I kept thinking about the house John and I were buying, and I was ready to make the break.  But there was still the matter of seven more school days to see out, and the prospect of some extreme experiences.

 

That evening Alan and Neil came back from the pub at about ten and decided that it was fun time.  They made me dance for them again, slowly undressing as I did so, then playing with my body as they watched.  Then they brought out the inflatable again, and I was made to entertain them, rocking my way to orgasm with its’ appendages deep inside me as the little pad buzzed maddeningly against my clit.  Then they took me in ‘top and tail’ fashion, Neil’s oversize cock in my pussy while I sucked eagerly on Alan’s cock.  Neil drove into me furiously, forcing me forward onto Alan’s cock, pushing it deep into my mouth.  When he hit the back of my throat and started to gag and cough they laughed at me and jeered.

 

Finally they were sated and I was allowed to go to bed.  I fell at once into a deep, dreamless sleep and woke the following morning feeling refreshed and satisfied.  And then I remembered that it was Monday.  The start of yet another week of shame, humiliation and debauchery for me.  I shuddered at the thought of what the boys at school would do to me at first opportunity, but I had given my word to Alan that I would see out the game until the end of term.

 

I showered and dressed, a white blouse and grey skirt with matching jacket, no stockings and my usual plain white knickers.  On the way to school I confessed to Alan how nervous I was feeling.  I had hoped for some support and understanding from him, but of course I was disappointed.

 

“I should think you would be nervous, you’re about to become the plaything of a bunch of fifteen year old boys!  They’re going to have the time of their lives with you over the next week and a bit.  I bet by the end of term you’ll have had more pricks than a pin cushion!”

 

“Oh God, Alan don’t, please.”

 

“What?  You don’t like the idea of a bunch of young boys with their hands in your knickers?  You’re not becoming a snob, are you?”

 

“A snob?  What the hell do you mean?”

 

“You think you’re too good for them, don’t you?  You think they’re too common to be able to have you.  That’s right, isn’t it?  Stuck up Alison is just too good for local council estate boys, isn’t that right?”

 

“That’s not it at all.”  I protested.

 

“Then prove it!  Give them what they want, make sure they have a good time.  Be the dirtiest, sexiest randiest bitch they’ll ever have.  They’ll remember you for the rest of their lives, you know.”

 

“That’s what I’m afraid of.  In case you’d forgotten, it’s illegal for someone of my age to do anything to someone of their age.  Christ Alan, what if someone finds out?”

 

“Don’t worry about that, you’ll be fine.  Just get on with entertaining them.”

 

I wasn’t reassured by his words at all.  He seemed disinterested in me that morning.  As soon as we reached school he strode off, leaving me in the car park.  As I made my way into school I saw a group of fifth year boys standing some distance away.   I recognised one of them as Gary, the tall red-haired boy from the party. As he saw me he grinned and nudged one of the boys next to him.  They all looked at me as I walked past, as I entered the school I heard them sniggering and felt my face flush.

 

Where ever I went in school I seemed to see one or more of my tormentors.  Chief among these of course was Adam, who seemed to be everywhere.  My first class was a first year group, and I was grateful for their relative innocence.   The lesson passed without incident, but at break Adam forced his way through them as they were filing out and stood, grinning at me.

 

“Hi Alison, how are you this morning?” He said, loudly enough for the last of the first years to hear. A couple of them stopped at the door and turned to watch us.

 

“Get off to your next lesson.” I barked at then.

 

“But Miss, it’s break time, Miss.”  They complained.

 

“Then get off to the playground.”  I hissed at them.  They turned and began to shuffle away.  I slammed the door behind them.

 

“You should have let them stay, they’d have enjoyed watching!”  Adam chuckled.  I glared at him, but said nothing.

 

“Get your skirt up then.”  He said, casually.  I lifted my skirt, exposing my knickers for his amusement.

 

“Why do you always wear boring white ones?  And no stockings either?  Why do you do that?”

 

“It’s just what I like.”  I said simply.

 

“Yeah, well it’s dead fucking boring.  Wear something more lively tomorrow, right?”

 

“Yes, Adam.”

 

He walked over to me and thrust his hand between my legs.  “How’s your cunt this morning?  Granddad tells me you had a load of black bastards fuck you on Saturday.  He said you were taking them three at a time, one in your cunt, one in your mouth and one up your arse, is that right?”

 

“Look, Adam, I don’t think that’s any of your business, do you?”

 

“Too fuckin’ right it’s my business.  I want to know, now is it right what granddad said?”

 

I nodded.

 

“Say it.”

 

“It’s right, what granddad said, what he told you.  I did let a lot of black men have me on Saturday night.  It was like granddad said.”

 

“Cool!  And how does your cunt feel this morning then?”  He leered at me as he squeezed my pussy lips through my knickers.

 

“Adam, please.”

 

“Drop ‘em.  Let’s have a look at it.”

 

I looked around nervously, then pushed my knickers down and lifted my skirt high above my waist.  He grinned lecherously, then pushed my legs apart and squatted in front of me, peering at my shaven mound. 

 

“And your arse-hole.”  He commanded.  I turned, lifted my skirt and bent at the waist.  He took hold of the cheeks of my bottom and pulled them roughly apart.  I squealed in protest but he just ignored me.  The he put a finger against my back door and began to push it in.

 

“Does this hurt?”

 

“No Adam.”

 

“You like it up your arse?”

 

“Sometimes.”

 

“Let’s see how you like this then.”  I heard his zip being lowered, then felt his cock pushing at my bottom.  I consciously relaxed and let him penetrate me and in moments he was pushing his stiff cock deep into my bowels.  He grabbed my hips, pulling me back onto him as he drove into me with hard strokes.  I could feel his hot breath on my neck, could hear him grunting with each stroke.  After a couple of minutes I felt his cock twitch in me then felt the familiar warmth.  Then he pulled his cock from me.  As I stood up he reached into my bag and pulled out a tissue. He wiped his cock and threw it into the paper basket in the classroom, then fastened his trousers and walked from the room, whistling cheerfully.  I quickly pulled my knickers back on and smoothed my skirt back into place just as the bell for end of break rang and the first of my next class began to file in.

 

All through the next lesson I was aware of his semen leaking from my bottom.  I was desperate to get to a toilet to clean myself, but I couldn’t leave my class unsupervised.  I couldn’t get comfortable at all. If I sat down I felt his wetness, and if I stood and walked I felt it leaking from me.  I was feeling thoroughly miserable.  Finally, the bell rang signalling lunch and as the pupils left I quickly gathered my things and made for the nearest staff toilets.

 

I finally managed to clean myself, and returned to my classroom, not wanting to go to the staff room.  As I approached the door I saw Adam and Brian waiting for me.  They grinned when they saw me.

 

“Come on, we’ve been waiting for ages.  Get in here and get your kit off.” Adam urged.

 

“Yeah, get your tits out for starters, I want to have another look at them.” Brian ordered.

 

“Not here, please boys.  Let’s go somewhere more private.”

 

“No.  Here’s just fine, now get them out.”

 

Resigned to my fate I opened the buttons of my blouse, then opened it exposing my breasts to the two eager boys.  In moments Brian was cupping one breast whilst sucking on the other.  I gasped as his tongue circled my nipple, making it stiffen.  Adam moved behind me, lifted my skirt and began to stroke my bottom.  After a few moments he pulled my knickers down to my knees and pushed his hand between my legs, stroking my pussy lips.  He quickly found my clit and began to pinch and pull at it, making me wriggle and squeal in protest.

 

“You like having your clit played with, don’t you? Makes you dance around, don’t it?”  He giggled.

 

“Oh, owww, oh please stop that Adam, it’s not nice, I don’t like it, owww, oh , ahhh, no. No please, Adam.”

 

“Show us how you like to play with it then.”

 

They both stood back and watched as I lay down on the floor, spread my legs and began to gently stroke my pussy lips before finding my clit and gently teasing until it became stiff.

 

“This is how I like it.”  I breathed, “Nice and gentle, see? You stroke it gently, and it gets stiff.”

 

“And that feels good?”

 

“Oh yesssss!  Oh it feels really, really good.”

 

“I bet you’d like a cock up you now, wouldn’t you?” Brian asked, smiling.

 

“Oh yes, oh I’d love a nice hard cock up me, right now. Would you like to have me, Brian?”

 

“Get over the desk then.” He ordered.  I stood and bent over one of the school desks, lifting my skirt and spreading my legs wide, exposing my wet pussy for him.  They both snickered, then Brian stepped forward and I felt his cock nudge against my lips.  He eased his cock into me and I heard him gasp with pleasure as he started to build his rhythm.  Adam came and stood in front of me and slowly lowered his trousers, exposing his semi-erect cock.  I knew he’d had no chance to wash it since he’d had me at break time, and he grinned at me as he pushed his hips forward, his cock inches from my face.

 

I sighed and opened my mouth, taking him inside and sucking gently. He began to stiffen at once and was soon throbbing in my mouth as I licked and sucked him.  He reached down and took hold of me by the hair, pulling my face forward and pushing deep into me.

 

“She likes a face fucking, watch this.”  He said to Brian, who was still driving into me.

 

Adam began to thrust in and out of my mouth vigorously.  I put up my hand to stop him pushing in to deep but he waved it away.  The two of them were pounding into me, my body being thrown around like a rag doll.  Finally Adam began to come, his jism hitting the back of my throat as he groaned and pulled me onto his cock.  Then Brian started to come, his hot seed shooting deep into my pussy.

 

As soon as he had finished, Adam pulled out of me and sat back on a desk, smiling.  Brian stayed in me for a few moments before he too withdrew.  I lay across the desk for a few moments, my breathing slowly returning to normal.  As I stood up I saw Brian pick up my knickers and put them in his pocket, grinning at me as he did so.  Then they both walked calmly out of the classroom.  I quickly dressed and went to the toilets again.

 

I had no classes that afternoon, so I started the process of hand over notes for the next teacher who would take my classes, then began to sort out my books and papers.  All the time I was aware of Brian’s semen inside me, and no mater how much water or coffee I drank I couldn’t get the taste of Adam out of my mouth.  Feeling thoroughly disgusted and abused I drove home in almost total silence, although Alan did make me tell him of my exploits, even giggling when I told him how uncomfortable I felt.  As soon as we got home I jumped in the shower, cleaning myself thoroughly. 

 

Alan had disappeared up to his own flat and I was sorting through some of my things preparing for the move, when the doorbell rang. I went to open it and was dismayed to see Adam standing there.  But even worse, he had Gary with him.

 

“Hi Alison.  Gary fancied having another play with you, you don’t mind, do you?”  He said as he casually brushed past me.  Gary followed and the two of them stood looking at me, smirking.

 

“I, er, no, look, Adam, it’s not convenient right now, I’m really busy.  I just don’t have the time.” I flustered.

 

“Make time.”  He said simply, then began to climb the stairs.  Gary followed, leaving me standing, open mouthed with shock at his sheer confidence.

 

“Come on then! If you’re busy you’d better get a move on, hadn’t you?”  They both giggled.

 

I followed them up to my flat.  Adam made his way to the kitchen, still followed by Gary.  I walked dumbly after them.  As I walked into the kitchen Adam opened the fridge, calmly took out a can of beer and opened it.  Then he looked at me.  “Well? Don’t be anti-social then, take Gary to the bedroom.”

 

Too stunned for words I took Gary’s hand, which was slightly clammy, and lead him to my bedroom.  I closed the door behind us and looked at Gary.  He fidgeted nervously.  I thought he looked almost scared, as if he might run away at any minute.  I smiled at him, his lack of confidence amusing.  He mistook my smile for encouragement, grinning back at me then reaching out and groping my breasts.  I resisted the urge to pull away, letting him have his fun.

 

“Let’s have another look at you then, Miss.”  He urged.

 

I glanced down to see my fingers trembling as they reached for the hem of my T-shirt, and then I lifted it, exposing my breasts to his hungry gaze.  Before I had even removed my T-shirt completely his hands were all over them, cupping them, stroking them, playing with my nipples.

 

“Let’s see the rest then.”

 

I opened my jeans and pushed them to the floor, stepping out of them.  He looked me up and down and licked his lips.  I took a deep breath, then pushed my knickers down.  He stared at my mound, then stepped forward and put his hand between my legs, fumbling with my pussy lips.

 

“Do what you did at the party, Miss.  Play with it.”

 

I lay on the bed and opened my legs.  He watched in fascination as I slowly began to play with my pussy, stroking it and playing with my clit until I felt myself becoming wet. I closed my eyes and gave myself over to the feelings, almost forgetting that he was there, and then he clambered between my legs and pushed my hands aside as he positioned his stiff cock at the entrance to my pussy.

 

He pushed into me, driving his young cock deep into my hot tunnel.  He groaned and gasped, “Oh fucking yeah.  Oh fucking Christ.”  He reached up to grab my breasts, mauling them painfully.  I took hold of his hands, “Gently, Gary. Go gently now.”  He paid no attention, slamming his cock into me with rapid, stabbing strokes.  He was panting for breath, his eyes staring wildly as he pounded into me, still grabbing my breasts.  Finally I felt him start to come, until he drove into me with one final lunge, holding himself inside me as he emptied his balls into me.

 

He collapsed on top of me momentarily, then quickly got up, put his cock back in his trousers and quickly left the room, pulling up his zip as he went.  As I got up from the bed I heard his footsteps running down the stairs and the front door slamming.  I pulled my clothes back on and returned to the kitchen, where Adam sat calmly drinking another beer and smoking a cigarette.

 

“He enjoyed himself, then?”  He laughed. 

 

“You said I wouldn’t have to do any of the others until after the end of this week.  First the party, now this.  It’s got to stop Adam, I won’t do it any more.”

 

“You’ll do what tour fucking told, love.  Any bitching and granddad will smack your arse, right?”

 

“No.  This has got to stop you little bugger, I won’t do any more of this.”

 

“Do you want me to go to the police?  That’s three of us you’ve interfered with now, they’ll put you away for years if they find out.  Well?  Do you want me to go to the police?  Answer me.”

 

“No of course I don’t Adam, all I’m saying is…”

 

“I don’t fucking care what you’re saying.  You don’t get it, do you? Look, I’ll explain.  You are my toy, my property.  I can do whatever I like with you, give you to whoever I want, and you’ll do it because if you don’t, you go to prison, see?”

 

“Look, Adam, please…”

 

“And if that means letting every kid in the school fuck you senseless, then that’s what you’ll do, right?”

 

“But you won’t make me do anything like that, will you?”

 

“It depends on how you behave.  If you do as you’re told I’ll keep it down to just my mates, but if I think you need to be taught a lesson, I’ll give you to loads of them.  So, what’s it going to be, then?  Are you going to be nice, or do I need to teach the teacher a lesson?”

 

I swallowed hard.  He had completely defeated me.  I didn’t doubt that the little bastard would go to the police if I didn’t keep him happy, and of course, he’d portray himself as the injured innocent.

 

“No.  You don’t need to do that, Adam, I’ll be nice, I promise.”

 

“Good.  Now, I seem to remember you calling me a little bugger.  That wasn’t very nice, now was it Alison?”

 

“No Adam, I’m sorry.”

 

“Well, sorry really isn’t good enough, now is it?”

 

“I suppose not, Adam.”

 

“So what do you think I’m going to have to do with you?”

 

“You’re going to have to spank my bottom, Adam.”

 

“I think you’re right, Alison.  I think that’s exactly what I’m going to have to do.  Tell you what, though, why don’t you ask me nicely?  I enjoy hearing you beg for it.  Go on, beg me for it.”

 

A thrill of shame ran through me.  “Please Adam, please, I’m sorry I was so rude to you.  I’m sorry I called you such a horrible name.  I deserve to be punished Adam.  Will you spank my bottom please Adam?”

 

“Beg some more.  Tell me how you like it.”

 

“I love to be punished Adam.  I love having my bottom spanked.  I want to be spanked now, Adam. It’s all I deserve after being so rude and naughty to you.  Will you spank my bare bottom please Adam.  Show me what happens to naughty girls.  Will you, Adam?  Please Adam, I’m begging you, please spank my bare bottom, Adam.”

 

My head was spinning, I could feel my heart pounding as I stammered out my request for my fifteen-year-old student to punish my bare bottom.  I could hardly believe I had stooped so low, and yet I could feel the thrill of humiliation making my entire body tingle.

 

“You’d better get your kit off then.”

 

“Yes Adam.”  I said, immediately starting to undress.  My T-shirt went first, I noticed him smile as he looked at my naked breasts, then my jeans came off, and finally my knickers.  I took them off then went and stood in front of Adam and held them out to him.  “Do you want these, Adam?”

 

“Sure.”  He smiled confidently, “But write your name on the front first.”  I reached for a pen then wrote my name carefully on the front of my knickers then signed them.  I handed them to him and he grinned, putting them to his face he sniffed at them.

 

“You really are excited, aren’t you?”  He laughed.  I felt my face flush with shame.  “Come on then Alison, get into position.”

 

I draped myself across his lap, my naked bottom high in the air.  Almost at once he began to slap my cheeks, giggling as I called out after each stinging blow, “One, thank you Adam; two, thank you Adam…”  By the time I reached fifteen my bottom felt like it was on fire.  Each new slap made me squeal and I writhed around on his lap as he giggled at my discomfort. 

 

“Oh God, Adam, oh please stop.  Please, I’m begging you, I’m really sorry, please stop, it hurts so much, please Adam.”

 

He laughed again, “You are so fucking easy, you know that?  You start off with ‘I won’t do it any more Adam’, then you back down and plead with me, then you say you’re sorry and ask for your arse to be smacked, and then you beg and whine that it hurts too much.  I bet you’re really randy now, aren’t you?”

 

I gasped and moaned as he stroked my blazing cheeks.  “Tell me.  You are, aren’t you?  A hot little cunt just ready to be fucked.  I bet you really want a cock up you, don’t you?”

 

“Mmmm, yes.  Oh yes, Adam. Yes.  Please do it to me, you know I want it, please Adam.” I breathed.

 

“What?  After that ginger fucker’s been up you, not fucking likely!  No, you can suck me off though, and if you’re really, really good, I might come on your tits.  Get on with it then.”  He tipped me off his lap and I fell to the floor with a startled yelp. He laughed again, the lay back in his seat, waiting for me to pleasure him.  I opened his trousers and reached inside to find his stiffening cock.  Bringing it out, I immediately began to suck it urgently, wrapping my tongue around it, licking it.  I stroked his balls, feeling them tighten, then took hold of his shaft and began to wank it into my mouth, sucking all the time.

 

I looked up at him only to see him looking down at me, a sly grin on his face.  I felt a deep thrill of shame run through me, and then he rolled his eyes and started to come.  I leant forward and wrapped my breasts around his pulsing shaft, feeling his hot seed spill onto my soft skin.  Spurt after spurt of the sticky liquid shot onto my breasts, running over them, between them.  I looked at him to see he was grinning as he sprayed his jism over me, a self-satisfied, mocking grin.

 

Finally, he subsided, sighed and slumped down in his seat. “That’s better!  You’re pretty good at that, you know?  You should take it up professionally!”  He roared with laughter at his own joke, then stood up, put his cock away and patted me on the head, “See you at school tomorrow, teacher!”, he said, before walking away.

 

As I listened to his laughter recede as he made his way down stairs, I slowly began to massage his semen into my skin.  My breasts were sticky and glistening with his come, and I slowly and methodically smeared it across my skin before rubbing it in. I paid particular attention to my nipples, which immediately became hard at my touch.  I knelt in the middle of my kitchen, massaging Adam’s semen into my breasts until it had all been absorbed.  Then I carefully licked the residue from my fingers, thrilled by my own shamelessness.

 

I lay back on the floor and spread my legs wide.  I slipped a hand down to my pussy to find it wet and incredibly sensitive.  I gently inserted an finger into my hot tunnel, feeling it slick with my juices and Gary’s semen, then gently ran a finger up to my clit.  I brought my finger up to my face, smelling Gary’s jism on it, then slowly sucked it into my mouth and licked it clean.  I did this again and again, a mixture of shame, disgust and pure lust coursing through me.  Every time I pushed a finger into my pussy I came close to orgasm.  I was on the very brink now, my nerve endings singing for release.  I imagined my class watching me. I spread my pussy lips wide with the fingers of one hand, then with the middle finger of my free hand I slowly drew a line from my sopping wet tunnel, up to my clit.  As I reached my fantastically sensitive button I started to come. I heard myself crying and wailing as my climax tore through me.  And then I curled up on the floor and wept, still unable to believe how depraved I had become and frightened at what would happen to me next.

 

I made my way to bed and tried to sleep, but I was haunted by images of myself as I allowed a student to have his way with me, then begged another one to spank my bare bottom before I sucked him off and sprayed his semen across my body.  I was truly disgusted, despite the powerful orgasms these things induced.  I wanted to run away. I was afraid that I had gone way too far, that there was no way I would be able to resume a ‘normal’ life with John.

 

I cried myself to sleep, hating everything I had become.  But even in my dreams I was betrayed.  I dreamt of being naked in front of a whole class at school, but instead of being horrified, I was enjoying it.  I gave every boy a chance to touch me, feel me, invade my most secret places.  I woke panting for breath, hugely aroused and very confused.  It took me a moment to realise that the phone was ringing.  I fell out of bed and glanced at the alarm clock, six fifteen, before stumbling out of my room to pick up the phone.  I didn’t bother to put on a robe of any kind, and stood naked except for a pair of knickers as I lifted the handset.

 

“Hello?”

 

“Hello darlin’.  It’s a bit slow in the shop this morning, why don’t you slip over here for a quick one then?”  I recognised granddad’s voice immediately.

 

“What, right now?”

 

“Sure!  I could do with burying my cock in that nice warm pussy of yours.  Slip over here and do the business, there’s a good girl.”  He hung up.  I stood there for a moment, stunned by his confidence in casually phoning so early in the morning and ordering me to go to him, then felt my body respond.  Jesus!  I was getting aroused at the thought of being at his beck and call.  I made my way back to my bedroom, pulled on a T-shirt, jeans and trainers and made my way to the front door.  I was still half asleep as I started to walk to his paper shop, but the half which was awake was fuelled by lust!

 

I walked into the shop and saw him standing behind the counter grinning at me lecherously.  I smiled back and went to him at once, standing before him, waiting for instructions.  He ran his hands over my breasts and grunted in satisfaction,

 

“Good.  Glad to see you didn’t bother with a bra.”

 

“No granddad.”

 

“Adam tells me he gave your arse a good seeing to last night.”

 

“Yes granddad.  I was rude to him, so he had to punish me.”

 

“Glad to see you know your place.”

 

“Yes, granddad.”

 

“Go into the store room and get ready for me, I’ll be in there in a minute.”

 

“Yes granddad.”  I made my way into the store room at the back of the shop.  Once there I quickly undressed, standing naked waiting for him.  The chill morning air made my nipples stiff.  I felt my pussy start to moisten as I waited for him.  I could hear him talking to a customer.  He seemed to be taking his time, making me wait.  I could feel myself getting hotter and hotter.  Finally, he waved goodbye to the customer and made his way to the store room.  He closed the door behind him firmly, then stood and looked at me.

 

“Adam tells me you’re a bit unhappy at being available for his mates?”

 

“No, well, er, I mean that’s been sorted now, I mean I’ve told Adam I’ll be friendly from now on, that he doesn’t have to worry about that.”  I stammered.

 

“I’m glad to hear it.  You’re not in any position to refuse any male, of any age, got that?”

 

“Yes granddad.”

 

“So if he tells you to spread ‘em for someone, you spread ‘em wide, got that?”

 

“Yes granddad.”

 

“Otherwise I’ll take the skin of that pretty little arse of yours, and you wouldn’t want that, would you?”

 

“No granddad.”

 

“No granddad.” He mimicked.  “Now get over that table, I fancy giving you one up the shitter this morning, ok?”

 

“Yes granddad.”

 

I bent over the table in the corner, feeling its’ cool surface against my nipples, making them ache with desire.  He shuffled over to me then I felt him apply something cold and greasy to my tight hole.  I wriggled in spite of myself.

 

“Keep still!”  He barked and gave me two stinging slaps to my bottom.  I yelped instinctively, but tried my best to keep still as he rubbed the unguent into my bottom.  Then I felt the blunt tip of his cock as he placed it against my back door.  He grunted then began to push.  I pushed back, relaxing my muscles as best I could, feeling him entering my bowels.  He let out a long, satisfied sigh as he pushed slowly into me, burying his cock in me up to the hilt.  I felt his hands on my hips, his rough skin chafing against mine as he spread my cheeks, pushing my hips down onto the table. 

 

Then he began to develop a rhythm, slowly drawing his cock out of me, only to force it back in.  I gasped as he ploughed into me.

 

“Come on now, you can’t say you’re not used to this.  All those darkies who fucked you on Saturday night? Must have been a dozen of them up your arse alone!  You must be used to this by now, yes?”

 

“Yes granddad.”

 

“Yes, that’s a good girl.  You like it up the arse, don’t you girlie?”

 

“Yes granddad.”

 

“Yes, of course you do.  And you like fucking young boys, don’t you?”

 

“Yes granddad.”

 

“Yes you do!  Don’t matter how young they are, you’re happy to spread your legs for ‘em, isn’t that right?”

 

I felt shame flood through me, “Yes granddad.”

 

“So if Adam wants you to shag someone, you’ll be glad to do it, right?”  He reached ‘round and grabbed both my breasts whilst forcing his cock into my bowels with sudden vigour.

 

“Ahh, oh! Oh yes, granddad.  Oh I promise I’ll be a good girl, granddad, truly I will. Oh, ahhh, oh!” 

 

He had grabbed hold of each nipple, pinching it painfully and ramming his cock deep into me, and then I felt him come inside me.  He grunted, then my bowels were filled with warmth as he shot into me.  He collapsed on top of me, his foul breath was all I could smell.  I was unable to get away from it.  He lay on top of me for what seemed ages. I could feel his cock slowly deflating.  Finally it slipped out of me and he stood up, still panting and wheezing.  As I stood I turned and saw Adam watching from the doorway to the shop, a mocking smile on his face.

 

“You’re up early this morning Alison.”  He grinned.  I made no response, but granddad chuckled at the joke.  “I was going to wait until break this morning, but as you’re here now, I might as well have some myself.”  He started to open his trousers.  Granddad grinned, “That’s it my boy, get in there and enjoy yourself!”

 

Adam grinned back then dropped into an arm chair and lay back, his trousers open.  “Get on with it then, I like a good blow-job first thing!”  Granddad laughed again then made his way back to the shop.  I went over to Adam and dropped to my knees before him, then I slipped my hand into his underwear and brought out his cock.  I sucked and licked him, feeling his cock stiffen in my mouth.  He grunted as I ran my tongue over his young glans.  “You do give good head, I have to say.”  He laughed.  “How’s your arse this morning, still sore?”

 

I looked up at him and took his cock out of my mouth to reply, “It’s a little tender, but I’ll get over it.”  He smiled.

 

“Did you bring yourself off last night, after I’d gone?”  I nodded, still sucking him.

 

“Randy little bitch!  I’ll bet you’re going to have a quick fiddle before school this morning, aren’t you?”  I nodded again.

 

“Your cunt all hot and bothered, is it?”  He sneered.  I took his cock out of my mouth and ran the head over my breasts, paying particular attention to my stiff nipples.

 

“I need to have some relief before I go to school, I can’t go like this, after you and granddad have had your fun with me, I’d be too frustrated!”

 

He motioned for me to continue sucking him.  I took him into my mouth once more, bobbing my head up and down as I sucked, licking his glans, stoking his balls.  After a few minutes he tensed and began to shoot into my mouth.  I swallowed all his come, then kept his cock in my mouth as his orgasm subsided.   I felt him slowly soften in my mouth, then he sighed contentedly.  I heard granddad chuckle behind me, “Can’t beat an obliging young lady, can you?  Same time tomorrow, shall we say?”

 

“Yes granddad.”  I quickly pulled on my knickers and T-shirt, then pulled on my jeans and made my way out of the shop.  As I passed granddad he reached out and groped my bottom, squeezing each cheek and running his hands over them, then he turned to Adam and said, “I’ve got an idea for some fun you could have with Alison today, come with me.” He motioned for Adam to join him.  I dreaded to think what his idea was, but I wasn’t to be allowed to hear, granddad slapped my bottom and said, “You can go now, I don’t need you any more.”

 

Feeling annoyed at being dismissed so casually I stomped out of the shop.  As I reached the door I heard the two of them laughing and Adam said, “Nice one. Gramps!” Once I reached the flat I was greeted by Alan who was just coming lout of the bathroom. “Where have you been to then?”  He grinned.  I told him about my wake-up call, and how granddad had shot his load up my bottom, then how I had sucked Adam off.

 

“You have been busy!”  He laughed, before making his way back to his own flat, giving my bottom a playful slap as he went.  I went to my room and undressed, then lay back on the bed and began to stroke my nipples.  They were still stiff from granddad’s attentions, and deliciously sensitive.  In moments I was sighing and moaning as my body responded to my gently stroking.  Then I began to stroke my pussy lips, feeling them beginning to moisten and swell as I became more and more aroused.  I slipped two fingers into my warm, wet pussy then with my other hand began to tickle my clit.  I could still taste Adams semen in my mouth, still smell the old man’s body odour.  As I lay there teasing and stroking my sensitive pussy I imagined them watching me, jeering and calling out insults, degrading me, humiliating me, shaming me.  I imagined Adam calling out “Stick your thumb up your arse.” And of course, I did, my tight hole still slick from granddad’s come.  I climaxed at once, my body shook and I heard myself whimpering as the sensations intensified. 

 

I lay on my bed recovering for several minutes, then made my way to the shower.  Afterwards I shaved my pussy and went back to my room to dress.  I remembered Adam’s insistence that I wear some more ‘lively’ underwear, and selected a pair of black satin panties and black, lacy suspender belt.  I pulled them on, wondering how long I’d be allowed to keep them on, or even if I’d be allowed to keep them at all, then slowly rolled on my stockings, fastening them carefully in place.

 

I put on a dark blue silk blouse, which felt wonderful against my bra-less breasts, a dark grey skirt and jacket and a pair of black shoes.  Then I put on my usual make-up and tied my hair up in a bun.  As usual I had to lift my skirt for Alan’s approval, and when he saw my panties he was furious.

 

“Who gave you permission to wear those?” He demanded.  I told him of Adam’s instructions.  “You don’t take orders from that little shit, you take them from me, got that?"

 

“Yes, Alan.”

 

“Bend over.”

 

“No, Alan, please, I’m sorry, don’t spank me, please Alan, no.”

 

“Bend over.”

 

I resigned myself to defeat and turned and bent over a chair.  He lifted my skirt, tucking it into my waistband, then slipped my satin panties down to my knees.  Then he delivered twelve crisp smacks to my naked bottom, making me count each one.  My bottom stung with each blow, but I could also feel my pussy becoming wet.  He knew what he was doing to me, of course, and as I stood up at the end of my punishment he smiled knowingly at me.

 

“Can I pull them up now, please Alan?”

 

“Yes, you can make yourself respectable, but I may have some more for you tonight.”

 

“Yes Alan.”  I said, trying to look contrite, but feeling the thrill of excitement I always felt at the prospect of Alan spanking my bottom.

 

It was Alan’s turn to drive, so I sat in the passenger seat, wriggling uncomfortably, partly as a result of the spankings I’d received from Alan and Adam, but mostly because the slightest vibration from the car made my pussy tingle!  Within moments Alan had guessed the truth.

 

“Is your pussy hot and wet, now then?”

 

“Mmm, yes!

 

“Then why don’t you lift your skirt up and have a play with it?”

 

I looked around nervously then slid down in my seat and began to lift my skirt.  I slipped my hand into my satin panties and began to stroke my clit, sighing with pleasure.

 

“Tell me what you want me to do to you tonight.”  He said.

 

I shuddered with pleasure.  “Oh God! Oh I want you to make me undress in front of you, strip until I’m totally naked. Then make me dance for you, make me show off my body, entertain you.  Then put me over your knee and smack my bare bum, make me squeal, Alan.”

 

“And what about your nice little pussy, should I check to see how wet it’s getting?”

 

I let out a low moan, “Oh yesssss!  Oh God, yes, Alan.  Feel how wet I’ve become, then smack me some more for being such a rude girl. Ohhhhhh!”

 

I clamped my legs together as I came, my fingers buried in my panties.  I closed my eyes and gave myself over to my second orgasm of the day, and I hadn’t even made it to work yet!   Alan sniggered as I slowly recovered.

 

“You’re on fire this morning, aren’t you?  Good job, really, because those boys will need some attention today I bet.”

 

“Why do you say that, what do you know that I don’t Alan?”

 

“I know what Adam has lined up for you, that’s what.  Your loving granddad called me while you were in the shower, oh you’re going to have fun today my little tight arse!”

 

“Tell me.”  I demanded.

 

“No, wait and see.”  He grinned at me knowingly, then turned into the school car park.  Once he’d parked the car he marched off into the building with a cursory, “See you later, enjoy the day!”

 

I walked reluctantly into school, my heart beating rapidly.  I knew that if granddad had been devising methods for my humiliation, then I really was going to have quite a day of it.  I shuddered at the prospect and hurried to my classroom, closing the door behind me.

 

I was expecting a visit from Adam or Brian or both, but to my surprise neither of them came near me.  Instead as the bell rang for start of classes a group of surly fifth years filed in.  They were an unpleasant bunch, but Adam was by far the most unpleasant.  Today he slouched in a good ten minutes after everyone else and sloped off to his usual place at the back of the class.  I couldn’t just ignore such poor manners, not in front of all the others.

 

“Where have you been until now, Adam?”  I demanded.

 

“Busy.  I had to go and see Mr. Bridges, the caretaker.  Needed to sort a few things out.”

 

“Well that’s no excuse for being late in my lesson.”  I snapped.  He just grinned at me, a grin which said ‘you’ll be sorry for that, bitch!’

 

I tried to get on with the lesson, but there was a strange atmosphere in the group that day.  I couldn’t tell if it was due to me or them, either way, they kept on asking seemingly irrelevant questions, trying to distract me.  I felt I was swimming against the tide.  By the time the bell rang to signal the end of the lesson I was flustered and terse.  They all filed out past me, some openly sneering at me.  Adam of course brought up the rear.

 

“What the hell was going on with you lot this morning?”  I barked at him.  He grinned again and shrugged.

 

“Dunno.  Maybe it’s just you?”

 

“Rubbish!  You were all up to something I could tell, the way you and the others kept interrupting, all the questions, the way you….”

 

“Oh shut up will you for fuck’s sake.  Jesus, you never stop do you? On and on all the fucking time.  Like I care!  I’m not interested in your boring fucking classes, right? All I want is for you to show me your cunt.  Did you do as I told you, put some interesting drawers on?”

 

I was completely dumfounded by his interruption and outburst.  I flustered, desperately. “Adam, please, I need to get ready for the next lesson, you’ll have to wait…”

 

“Let’s have a look then!”  He demanded.

 

“Adam, no!  I can’t, there isn’t time right now…”

 

“Lift that fucking skirt and do as you’re fucking told.”  He yelled.

 

“Ok, ok!  Please keep your voice down.”  Defeated again I began to lift my skirt.  When my stocking tops came into view her grinned lecherously,

 

“Stockings and suzzies!  Fucking brill!  Carry on then.”

 

I lifted my skirt higher, until my satin panties were exposed for his hungry eyes.

 

He whistled softly to himself, “Not bad, not fucking bad Alison.  Show me the back then.”

 

I turned and lifted the back of my skirt. He stepped closer and ran his hand over my bottom, cupping each cheek, sliding his hands over the smooth fabric, then slipping his fingers between my thighs, running his thumb along my slit.  The feel of the delicate fabric against my sensitive lips was delicious.  I arched my back, pushing my bottom out towards him.  He sniggered, then pushed the fabric between my folds, running his fingers up and down my slit until he made contact with my clit.

 

I shuddered as the delicious sensations spread to my hard little bud, then groaned out loud as he began to circle it gently with his finger.  I felt my nipples stiffen as my body betrayed me, responding against my will to the attentions of this arrogant boy.  I could feel the fabric of my panties becoming damp.  He pushed them aside with his thumb and ran it along my slit. I gasped at the feeling of his rough skin against my most sensitive parts, and then he pushed his thumb slowly and deliberately into my hot tunnel.

 

I fell forward, dropping both hands onto the desk in front of me, pushing my bottom out further towards him, moaning and gasping as he penetrated me.  I began to rock my hips back and forth on his digit causing his finger to rub against my clit again.  I closed my eyes and gave myself over to the waves of pleasure this fifteen-year-old was inducing in me.  I heard myself gasping and moaning.

 

“Ahhh, ohh, ohh yes, oh Adam, oh that’s wonderful, oh yessss, mmmm, ohhh, oh God Adam, oh that’s so good.”

 

“Tell me it’s fucking good.”

 

“Ohh yess oh it is Adam, it’s really, really fucking good.  Oh play with it some more, oh do it Adam oh that’s so fucking good, mmm, ahhh, ohhh!”

 

I heard him laugh again.  “If you like that, try this!”  He chuckled.  He reached ‘round, thrust his hand down the front of my panties and began to rub my clit furiously. At the same time he pulled out his thumb and replaced it with two fingers, which he proceeded to pump vigorously into my hot, sopping tunnel.  For a moment I was unable to move, my body still reacting to the sudden, almost brutal assault on my pussy and clit, and then I found my voice.

 

I cried out, gasping and moaning in delirium as waves of pleasure crashed through me.  For a moment I thought I was going to pass out, as his fingers became a blur.  He was moving too fast for me to be able to move my hips in rhythm, instead I simply stood there, my knees beginning to buckle as he drove me relentlessly towards climax.  As I started to come he whispered in my ear,  “There’s a good girl, you like having your cunt fingered until it’s sticky, don’t you.  Now you’re going to come, right here in your classroom, with my hands in your knickers, stuffed up your cunt and playing with your little love-button.  Go on, come for me now, do it you dirty, randy little bitch.”

 

I wailed in pleasure and then my knees gave way as the orgasm tore through me.  His hands slipped from my panties as I fell to my knees, gasping and moaning, my breath coming in deep, ragged breaths.  I stayed there, on my hands and knees in the middle of the classroom as I fought to regain control of my breathing.  Eventually I climbed unsteadily to my feet.  As I did so the bell for the next lesson rang and I hurriedly smoothed my skirt into place.

 

“Lift it again.”  He sneered.

 

“What? Adam, I can’t, please, they’ll be in here any moment.”

 

“Do it!” He hissed.

 

I lifted my skirt again, my heart thumping sickeningly.  He reached out and took hold of my delicate satin panties and pulled them up, tight into my crotch.  Then he rubbed the material into my pussy and between my bottom cheeks.

 

“Right, keep ‘em like that until I come to get you at lunch time, right?”  I nodded.

 

“Well put them away then, unless you want to give the third years a show!”

 

I smoothed my skirt back into place once more and tried to steady my nerves.  “Have a good lesson, Alison.”  He laughed and reached out and fondled my right breast as he did so, then he calmly walked out of the room, just as my next class were beginning to file in.

 

The next lesson was a nightmare for me.  I was acutely aware of the fabric of my panties pushed into my pussy and between my bottom cheeks.  I was still shaky from the powerful orgasm I’d had and there was the prospect of what was to come at lunch time.

 

I knew that if granddad was involved in any way, the forty-five minute break could seem much longer.  I tried to give some sort of meaningful lesson, but my third-year class weren’t bothered, and I was far too bothered!  As the minutes ticked away I became more and more tense. Finally the bell went and the class slowly left.  I sank down in a chair, feeling very weak and apprehensive.

 

I was alone for no more than three or four minutes, then Adam came into the room exuding confidence.

 

“Come on then.”  He said simply.

 

“No, Adam, wait a minute.  Tell me what you’ve got in mind.  Adam I want to know, tell me now.”  He grinned at me and motioned for me to follow.

 

“Adam, I’m not going anywhere until you tell me what the hell is going on here!”

 

“Come with me and I’ll show you.  You’ll like it, I guarantee!”

 

My heart still hammering against my ribs, I reluctantly followed him out of the room.   He took me to a part of the school I’d never been to before.  I was a cellar of some kind, poorly lit and not very clean.  As we entered he turned and beamed at me.

 

“What is this place?”  I asked.

 

“Something to do with the heating system, I think.  Not that it’s used at this time of year, only in winter.  Take your things off.”

 

“It’s filthy in here.  Why does it have to be here?”

 

“Because I say so, now get your things off, oh, but leave the stockings and suzzies on!”

 

“Little pervert!”  I muttered.  I kicked off my shoes, then let my skirt fall to the floor. Adam grinned as he saw I’d left my panties pushed into my folds.  “Good girl, you’re learning!”  I opened the buttons of my blouse, then opened it and took it off.  Finally I slipped my panties down.  As I stepped out of them he held his hand out to me, “I’ll take those.”  He grinned.  Then I stood there as he inspected me.

 

“Right then, bend over this desk here and do as you’re told.”  He ordered.  I bent over an old wooden school desk and waited for instructions.  He quickly tied my ankles to the legs of the desk, using some sort of rope. I started to stand up, protesting, but he pushed me down with surprising strength. “Do as you’re fucking told!”  He growled in my ear.  I stayed draped across the desk, wondering what he had in mind.

 

Next he tied my wrists to the front legs of the desk, effectively fixing me to the desk, my bottom exposed for his amusement.  I thought I knew what was coming.  Instead he tied another length of rope to each of my legs just above the knee, then tied these to the legs also, pinning my thighs open.

 

“Now, we’re going to play a little game.  It’s called guess the fucker!  I’m going to blindfold you in a moment, then leave and you have to guess who the guys are who come in and fuck you in the next twenty minutes, ok?”  He giggled.

 

“What?  Adam stop this, stop it at once.  Let me go you twisted little bastard, untie me right away, or I’ll….”

 

“You’ll what?  Go on, tell me what you’ll do.  Tell the head master?  He’s away.  Tell Alan?  He already knows, and he thought it was a great idea.  Tell the police?”  He chuckled, “No, we’ve already considered that, haven’t we?  No, you don’t want the boys in blue involved, do you Alison?”

 

I felt tears well into my eyes, “Adam, please don’t do this to me, please.  I can’t take this, oh please Adam, please stop this now.  Please, I beg you.”

 

“Granddad said you’d be against the idea at first.  Then he told me to tell you that you should think how it would be if you couldn’t see who was having you.  You’d be open for anyone to have you, and you wouldn’t even know who they were, but they’d all know it was you.  Granddad said you’d like that idea.”  As he spoke he gently stroked my bottom, slowly getting ever nearer to my pussy.  He stroked my inner thighs, tickling, teasing.  In spite of myself I began to respond.

 

“No, Adam, I don’t want to do this, it’s too much, please stop, ohhh, ahhh!”  His fingers had reached my pussy and were stroking ever so gently along my slit.  He drew a line up from the top of my slit, all the way along and then up between my bottom cheeks until he found my tight hole.  I couldn’t help myself, I gasped and groaned, wriggling my hips as his fingertip started to slowly circle my back door.

 

“See?  You’re really hot now, aren’t you?  You’re really gagging for it, aren’t you?  Go on, tell me how much you want it, Alison.  Tel me now.”

 

“Mmm, yes, you’re right Adam, I do want it, but not here, not like this, please.”

 

“Just imagine it though.  How it would feel if you had to walk around this school not knowing which boys had fucked you.  Imagine it Alison.”

 

I felt a thrill of pure lust run through me.  It was the most shameful, humiliating, thing I’d ever even contemplated.  I would be exposed for any one to take, and I wouldn’t even know who they were.  I shuddered.  I took a deep breath.

 

“You won’t hurt me, will you?  No hitting, right?”

 

He laughed, “No hitting, you’ll be fine, I promise.  Are you ready?”

 

“No, but you’d better get on with it.”  He laughed again.

 

“Right, here’s the blindfold, see? It slips on nice and easy, and it won’t come off, I know, I tried it on one of the girls!”  He placed the blindfold over my eyes.  I couldn’t see a thing.

 

“And just so you won’t guess from voices, I’ve got another little surprise for you.” I felt him fitting headphones over my ears.  “You have a listen to some good old rock ‘n’ roll, Alison.  You should like that.  Meanwhile, the boys will be busy back here!”  He ran his fingers along my slit once more, then he must have hit a switch or something, because my ears were suddenly filled with the sound of loud music.  I was unable to hear anything that was happening in the room.

 

I lay there draped across the desk with my bottom in the air for what seemed like ages.   Then I jumped as I felt a hand cup first one bottom cheek, then the other.  One of my suspenders was pulled tight, then allowed to snap back against my skin.  I yelped in startled alarm. Then the hand was between my legs, stroking my lips, teasing them apart.  The hands ran up my back, then ‘round to cup my breasts.  They teased and tickled, then pinched my nipples which made me yelp.  Then I was aware of something broad nudging against my pussy lips.  It pushed against them and I felt my lips open to admit it.

 

I gasped as it began to push slowly into me, it’s breadth and length surprised me, and then with a gasp of horror I realised that this was too big for a school boy, even the sixth formers couldn’t be this big, surely? It had to be one of the male staff, but who?

 

He quickly buried his cock into me, then began to build his rhythm.  He drove into me using slow, deep strokes, reaching ‘round to play with my breasts again.  Then he ran his hands over my bottom, pulling the cheeks apart and running his finger over my tight hole.  I was in torment, wondering who was enjoying my body.  The sheer embarrassment and humiliation was hugely arousing.  I began to push my hips back against the intruding cock, frustrated by my restraints.  He was increasing in pace, still driving deeply into me.  I knew he was about to come.  I felt the cock twitch, then he was shooting his load into me. I lay there, unable to move, unable to see, unable to hear anything but music, totally unaware of the identity of my lover.

 

After a few moments he withdrew.  He patted me on the bottom as he left, and then a different pair of hands were busy about me.  These were smaller, smoother, less experienced, more hurried.  They went immediately to my pussy, two fingers pushed into me and wriggled around.  Then they were withdrawn and a short, slim cock took their place.  I didn’t doubt that this was a student, but again I had no idea who it was or how old he was. 

 

I felt my excitement building.  I felt completely dirty, appalled by my own willingness to agree to this, shamed by my own lust.  As the cock in my pussy stabbed into me urgently I started to climax.  I must have cried out and scared my lover because he stopped as my orgasm hit, the cock was withdrawn and I felt splashes of hot liquid hit my back.

 

As I started to recover from my orgasm another cock slid into me.  This was long enough to be adult, but could just as easily belong to one of the older boys, possibly Adam or Brian.  It wasted no time in pushing deep into me, then built in speed until I felt it empty into me.  I had lost track of time, had no idea how long I’d been in that position. I was left alone for what seemed like many minutes, then suddenly the headphones were removed and my blindfold taken off.  I looked ‘round to see Adam smirking at me.  There was no one else in the room.

 

“Enjoying yourself?”  He grinned.

 

“Is it over now?” I gasped.

 

“For today.  You can have another go tomorrow!”  He jerked my restraints open and I stood up, rubbing my skin where they had chaffed.

 

“Tomorrow?  You expect me to do that again? No way.  No chance.”

 

“Shame that.  The three who had you enjoyed themselves, and as for the guys watching, well…”

 

“The guys watching?” I echoed, “Just how many of you were there in here?” I demanded, appalled at the prospect.

 

“Well, quite a few of the boys wanted to watch you getting fucked.  They seemed to like it.”

 

My head was reeling from this new shame.  “So who, er, I mean…”

 

“Who fucked you?” I flinched at the word, then nodded.

 

“I’m not going to tell you that!  It’d spoil the game.  I will tell you though that at least one of them is in your class this afternoon, and quite a few of those watching have had to put up with your boring fucking lessons too.  Just imagine, when you go back to school this afternoon, there’ll be three guys who’ve fucked you, and a whole bunch of them who watched it happen.  How does that feel?”

 

My mind was a whirl.  How could I possibly go back into class knowing that one of them had taken me, and any number of his class mates had watched?  I began to shake, this had all gone way too far.  I had to get away.  I began to panic, feeling the need to run.  I looked ‘round for my clothes.  Adam was holding my blouse and skirt, grinning.

 

“Give them to me.”  I demanded.

 

“Not until you do something for me.”

 

I felt close to despair.  “What do you want?”

 

He grinned again, this time opening his trousers and pulling out his stiff cock.  “Simple, Alison, I want you to suck me off!”

 

I felt as if I was in a dream, a very bad dream.  As if sleep walking I made my way over to him, still wearing just my stockings and suspenders.  I dropped to my knees in front of him once again and took his cock into my mouth.  Within moments he was spraying his come into my mouth.  I swallowed dutifully, then sat back on my haunches.  I covered my face with my hands and started to cry.

 

“Oh Jesus, how can I go out there after this?”  I wept.

 

“Easy!  You know you like it, don’t you?  You loved every second of it, that’s why you came so quickly.  Part of what you like is the shame of being seen like that.  You’ll love it, granddad said so.”

 

“Oh, so granddad said so, did he?  And that makes it all right, does it?”  I snapped angrily.

 

“Oh shut the fuck up and get dressed.  You’ve got classes to teach!”  He threw my clothes at me, minus my nice satin panties of course, I knew I’d never see them again.

 

Still in a state of mild shock I followed Adam back to the main school building.  I made my way through the crowded lunchtime corridors until I reached my own classroom.  At every step I saw people smiling at me, knowing smiles.  Smiles which mocked and shamed me.  I had no idea who had enjoyed my body that lunchtime, perhaps I never would, but they would know they’d had me.

 

I sat down in a chair, feeling desperately ashamed of my actions.  I considered my options.  The most appealing one was to run away.  Leave school that afternoon, leave town, forget everything.  I was trying to think of another choice when the door opened and Alan came in.

 

“Well, have a good time?”

 

I looked at him completely stunned, “Have you gone mad?”

 

“You looked as if you were enjoying it.” He giggled

 

“You were there?  You saw it all?”

 

“Oh yes.  There was quite a few of us watching.  You put on a good show, especially when you came, and that boy shot his load all over your back.  Nice that!”

 

“Alan, I need to know who the three of them were.  I need to know Alan.  You’ve got to tell me.”

 

“Not a chance.  You’ll be on fire for days wondering who they were.  The shame of it will make you hotter than ever.  You think I’m going to let you off the hook that easy?  No way!  In fact, I think you should do it again tomorrow, no restraints this time, just the blind fold and the headphones.”

 

He reached out and pulled me to him.  His hands stroked my breasts.  I felt the nipples stiffen at once under his practised touch. Then he stroked my bottom, kneading the cheeks. All the time he murmured in my ear, “You were fucking amazing today, Alison, truly amazing.  The hottest, sexiest woman in the whole world.  When you came in that room every male in there stopped and gaped.  They had never seen such a fantastic performance.  You don’t want to give that away do you, you don’t want to miss out on the chance to be that good again, do you? Mmmm?”

 

He knew all the right things to say, of course.  Within moments I was purring with pleasure as he described how a room full of students had been stunned to see me being taken.  He described how they had watched in fascination as the first of them had taken me, how I’d pushed my hips up to accommodate him.  He told me of some of the comments made by my students, comments of the lewdest kind, remarks about my body, my most intimate, private places, all exposed for the amusement of a room full of boys.  Exposed for them to see, examine, comment upon.  In almost no time I was shaking with shame, excitement and lust.

 

“Oh Jesus Christ Alan, I can’t take any more of this, I’ve got to have some relief!”  I pulled away from him and ran to the stock room in the corner of the class.  Slamming the door behind me, I hurriedly pulled up my skirt and found my aching clit.  I began to stroke it urgently, my whole body on fire.  The door opened and Alan stood there watching as I stroked my hard little bud furiously.  I felt my eyes widen as my climax approached, my body frozen as I frantically stroked my clit, and then it broke over me and I fell back in a haze of ecstasy, my entire body enveloped by the waves of pleasure.

 

“There!  And you said you didn’t enjoy it!  How do you feel about it now, then?”

 

“What the hell have you done to me?”  I gasped, “I used to be normal, not some sex-freak who gets off on being a plaything for kids.”

 

He grinned, “I think it was in you all the time, it just needed coaxing out, that’s all!”  He walked away, laughing softly to himself.  I quickly smoothed my skirt back into place and followed him back into the classroom.

 

“Alan listen, Adam said at least one of the boys who had me is in my next class, plus a few who were watching.  Please Alan, I have to know; is that true?  Please tell me the truth.”

 

He grinned at me, “Adam told you that, did he?  That was against the rules, he shouldn’t have told you anything, but yes, it is correct.  You’re about to take a class containing not only Adam and Brian, but one who had you at lunch time and quite a few who watched you being fucked.  Exciting, isn’t it?”  He walked from the room, his laughter echoing in the corridor.

 

I slumped in a chair, my entire body shaking with a mixture of nervous energy and shame.  I didn’t doubt that the ones who’d been there would have told all the others by now.  Every boy in the class would know that I was available.  My hands were shaking, I felt sick with nerves.  I was about to walk out of the class when the bell rang and the students immediately began to file in.  They must have been waiting outside the room, eager to get in and start my shameful ordeal.

 

I felt my face flush as they all took their seats, the girls carefully disinterested, as always, the boys eyeing me lecherously.  I looked around the room.  Each boy seemed to look back at me with scarcely suppressed lust and amusement.  Who had been there, I wondered.  Which of these boys had taken me just minutes earlier?  How many of them had been there watching, enjoying my nakedness?

 

I felt my heart pounding.  I stood up with extreme difficulty and made my way shakily to the board.  I tried to write, but my hands were shaking so badly I kept dropping the chalk.  Finally I gave up.

 

“Open your books at chapter seven and read quietly until the end of the lesson.”  I said in a quiet voice.  There was a shuffling as they brought out their books.  Then each group in the class pretended to read.  The girls just daydreamed, the boys sneaked looks at me over the tops of their books, no doubt picturing me naked, tied to a desk and with a cock in me.  After a few minutes I began to relax slightly, some of my tension slipping away.  I began to enjoy being an object of lust.  I remembered what Alan and Neil had said, they’d remember me forever!

 

I thought about the comments that had been made by the audience, the way they had been so casual in their remarks about my intimate places.  Incredibly, I began to get turned on again!  I marvelled at how debauched I had become in such a short space of time, another flush of shame ran through me.  The lesson went on and on, all the time my excitement growing.  I thought about what might happen at break, would Adam have me, or Brian? Finally, the bell rang and to my disappointment all of them filed out leaving me alone in the classroom.

 

I sat down and thought about my situation.  I had just five school days left. Five days and then the game was over.  I thought back over the last few days and weeks and shook my head in wonder at the things I’d done.  I laughed in genuine amusement.  I’d always been regarded as the quiet one.  Safe and un-adventurous, not the sort of girl to do anything impetuous.  All my school reports had made reference to my reluctance to take a lead.  If they could see me now!  Talk about being out of character!  I took stock of what could happen in the remaining few days.  It could hardly get more extreme, I reasoned.  I had done all they could imagine, and I still enjoyed it!  I decided that I could carry on, at least for the next few days.

 

On the drive home Alan listened with interest as I told him how I would be more than willing to ‘finish the game’ as I put it.

 

“I knew you were up for everything, Alison.  I promise you’ll love these last few days.  We’re going to give you a great send-off this weekend!  It’s your last one before you move away, so we’re going to make it great for you.”

 

“Oh yeah?   What have you perverted bastards got in store, then?”

 

“Another party.  Oh, not like the one at Leroy’s!  Just a select band of ‘friends’ shall we say.  Like the time we took you to the pub.   We’ll be at the flat, a few drinks and you can tell us all about what you’ve done, how it felt, everything.  And, if there’s anything you want to do before you go, you’d better let us know quickly, so I can arrange things, ok?”

 

“I think I’ve exhausted my own imagination, thanks!  Just who are these friends?”

 

“Me, Neil, Paul, Andy, Richard, the usual gang.”

 

“Keith and Lin?”

 

He grinned, “Yes, I thought you’d like Lin around, sure, I’ll invite them back.”

 

I sat back in my seat, a warm glow of contentment spreading over me.  My last weekend of debauchery, and then back to ‘normal’!  I couldn’t deny the fact that I’d enjoyed so much wonderful sex in the past weeks, but I had started to look forward to the end of the game. I was starting to feel like there were no surprises any more, like I would do absolutely anything demanded of me.  Whilst the sex was great, and the orgasms tremendous, I was starting to feel very shallow.  Life with John would be more fulfilling.  Until then, though, I had decided to go for every last thrill.