The Continuing Adventures of Lisa James: A Summer Vacation
Chapter 6 Lisa tries baseball
The Continuing Adventures of Lisa James : A Summer Vacation
Chapter Six : Lisa tries baseball
Lisa James headed straight for the athletics field. She was already
late so there was little point in going to the changing rooms. She could hear
the boys long before she rounded the corner of the Sports Hall. Her bum hole
clenched in dread and suddenly she was very conscious of how horrible it felt.
Stretched and open and sensitive but there was nothing she could do about it.
The big coloured man who she remembered was called Mr Cain was holding court as
she ran half-heartedly towards the assembled boys. They all turned to look at
her.
"Where the hell have you been James. This lesson started 15 minutes
ago. Well?" His voice was deep and resonant and harboured an American twang. She
didn't know what to say. She couldn't tell him that the Schools old Gardner had
just fucked her up the bum! Unable to think straight under the eyes of her young
classmates she only managed to blurt out a feeble,
"S...S...Sorry Sir." Their obvious attention was causing her nipples
to harden almost painfully. Aware that once again she must be looking like a
little slut in front of a group of teenagers her face burned with embarrassment.
Even though her bum felt really hot and prickly her pussy was still as wet as
ever. Worryingly her emotions seemed to be blurring together, shame and arousal
becoming synonymous, one with another.
"The rest of the class have already warmed up. You'd better do a few
circuits. Get on with it!" he barked.
As she jogged slowly around the running track her boobs unsupported,
except for the short top, bounced rhythmically. Their hard nipples were chafing
against the thin cotton and embarrassingly pointing in all directions as she
passed her grinning classmates. Their smiles followed her as the tiny skirt
flicked up and down revealing a flash of white knickers at every stride. It was
a warm day so when she finally came to stand at the side of the group she was
panting, even though she hadn't been putting in much effort.
Jason "The Bear" Cain had been forced to retire from American Football
because of an ankle injury that just wouldn't go away. Training firstly as a
Sports Coach and subsequently as a teacher had allowed him to travel extensively
before his arrival in the UK. England had turned out to be a "nice" place so he
was more than happy with his situation. The job was well paid and he'd met some
very interesting people. By chance Simon Barrow had introduced him to the
intoxicating delights of dominating females so he had no immediate plans to move
on! He looked at the red faced young woman standing in front of him and thought
how ashamed she must be feeling to be dressed like that in front of a group of
young boys.
At 6 foot 4 he'd been an effective Running Back. Since then and
despite his dodgy ankle he'd kept himself in good shape. Muscles bulged beneath
his shirt. To Lisa he looked like a mountain. She shuddered at the thought of
being alone with him. He couldn't help but notice the panic etched on her face
and the way she avoided eye contact. He smiled knowingly.
"We're going to practice sprinting first. You guys probably know that
coming out of the blocks is one of the most important elements where sprinting
is concerned." He paused as a thought suddenly struck him.
"James let's have you out here." He pointed to the first of several
sets of running blocks that were anchored to the start line of the track's eight
lanes.
"Get yourself ready." Slowly Lisa knelt and placed her feet on the
aluminium blocks then set her thumbs and fingers against the line. She stayed
there until he sharply said "Set!" Reluctantly she assumed the position,
horribly aware that her boobs were now hanging down and almost falling out of
the little top. Even worse her bum was stuck right up in the air. The tiny skirt
stretched and then slid up her hips exposing her knicker clad buttocks to the
attentive but grinning audience. There was an outburst of sniggering and muted
laughter at her undignified posture. Lisa's face dropped when she heard his next
command.
"I've been wondering about a suitable punishment for your tawdry time
keeping," he said smiling, "and you've just given me a perfect idea. Stand up."
He towered over her as the boys waited in anticipation for the humiliation that
was about to be heaped upon their hapless companion.
"Stand still!" he ordered, then reaching under her short skirt and in
one motion stripped the flimsy knickers down her legs. She gasped and covered
her face with her hands. Oh please no! Surely he wasn't going to make her to go
through the lesson without any knickers. They'd all be able to see everything
again. She hated him, hated his big smile and perfect white teeth, hated the
fact that she knew she'd have to do exactly as she was told no matter how
demeaning.
"Back in the blocks, come on!" This time she had to force herself to
move. When he said "Set!" her throat as well as face turned scarlet. She felt
the exposure before she heard their reaction. Laughter greeted her bare bottom
as it stuck up in the air. It was fairly red and covered with the fading
evidence of handprints. Her cheeks were angled apart giving a skewed view of the
hairless pink slit buried between her legs. She closed her eyes in shame when
she realised the whole group was moving to stand directly behind her.
"Go!" Without thinking she was up and running, her boobs bouncing
wildly and her pussy flashing at them beneath her wobbling bum cheeks, then he
called her back.
Apparently she did it all wrong. Well that's what he said anyway. She
lost count of the number of times he had her repeat the same position and
actions. By then her audience had all but memorised the rear view of her vaginal
opening. Next he made her run against her classmates down the 100 metre course.
By the end of several races she was exhausted, sweating and gasping for breath.
Needless to say she came last each time, which only made her face burn even
redder.
"James, that was absolutely appalling. It seems to me you're putting
no effort in at all. Do I need to give you some sort of incentive?" Crimson
faced she mutely stared into his smiling face.
"We're going to concentrate on the High Jump now. If I don't see some
sort of effort from you you're gonna find yourself doing it naked in front of
the class. How'd you like that?" She shook her head. NoNoNoNo!
"I'll try Sir I really will!" she blurted. The words came out too
loudly and too quickly, bringing yet another outburst of laughter from her
smiling classmates.
The bar wasn't very high but she still found trouble clearing it.
Trying to perform a high jump after all these years wasn't easy, never mind the
fact that she had a group of teenagers getting an eyeful of her private places
at each attempt. Flopping onto the padded mat after crashing through the bar for
probably the twelfth time she realised she'd never do it. All the boys had
managed it even though they were several inches shorter than her. Mr Cain
watched her futile effort and smiled to himself. She was obviously exhausted and
near to breaking point. He felt his groin stir gently as he watched the full
figured young woman try her best to get up quickly. Still hoping to hide the
secret area between her thighs from prying eyes no doubt. Still modest even
dressed as she was. Well the little slut was in for a shock.
"Pathetic! No effort at all as far as I can see. And remind me what I
said you'd be doing if I saw no effort from you?" Gasping for breath she stared
into his face.
"Don't make me, please Sir!" She looked around the assembled faces in
panic, they all looked back with beaming smiles. She started to sob.
"Take off your skirt and top and give them to me." His hard eyes
stared directly into hers hoping for some sign of rebellion, anything that he
could use as an excuse to punish her further.
Lisa was truly frightened of what he might do if she disobeyed him.
She wasn't stupid. He wanted her to react so he'd have an excuse to spank her or
worse. He'd probably do it in front of the leering boys so she knew there was
nothing to gain by pleading with him. In the past few days her mindset had
changed. Embarrassment was quite simply preferable to pain and embarrassment
combined. It was difficult to comprehend but the thought of being forced to
strip in front of them was dreadfully humiliating but also incredibly exciting
at the same time. The recognition that she was becoming a totally submissive
little slut was worrying in the extreme but it was true nonetheless.
Resignedly she pulled the top off over her head freeing her boobs
which jiggled in front of the giggling boys. Then she pulled the skirt down and
off and stood fully exposed and engulfed in shame in front of them all. She
clasped her hands in front of herself in a futile attempt at hiding her
unprotected pussy from their eager eyes. Jason Cain didn't think he'd ever seen
a face so red before. Wonderful, quite wonderful.
"Right James let's see some effort. Get on with it." Tremendously
conscious of her nakedness Lisa strode out to her mark, her hands still clasped
tightly in front of her pussy. But then there was nothing for it. Taking a deep
breath and with her heart hammering she ran in towards the bar. Her firm breasts
took on a life of their own. The hard red points literally jumping in every
direction. She was horribly aware that they could see the lips of her shaved
pussy sliding against each other as she ran. Then she was jumping and trying to
twist in the air. Laughter and comments greeted yet another failed attempt.
Consumed with humiliation she dragged herself to her feet. She couldn't meet
their eyes. If she had she'd have noticed the way they sparkled with excitement.
As it was she noticed their excitement in another way. Most of them sported a
boyish hardness in their tracksuit bottoms. It worried her more than ever.
At the end of the lesson they'd all seen every intimate detail of the
area between her thighs many times. Totally exhausted and covered in sweat she
stood dizzily at the side of the high jump mat. Any semblance of modesty had
been totally removed by the exhibition she'd been forced to make of herself. She
made no attempt at covering the bulge of her shaven pussy or it's lips.
"Shower off guys then get ready for this evenings meal," he said,
waving the boys away towards the changing rooms. They went amid much laughter
and numerous glances in Lisa's direction.
"Well well. You really are a little slut aren't you James. A fully
grown woman showing herself off to a group of young boys. What on earth would
your friends and family say if they could see what you've been up to this
afternoon? What about the newspapers, they'd have a field day." Lisa stared at
him nervously, he wasn't serious only teasing her. She was sure of it......
In the changing rooms the boys had all finished. Showered and dressed
they were about to leave when Mr Cain led a still naked Lisa James into the room
and forced her into a shower cubicle. Squeals quickly filled their ears as cold
water suddenly caressed her full curves. The Games master threw her a bar of
soap and told her to get on with it. Washing herself in front of them was
dreadful for some reason. It was as if another private part of her being was
being exposed for their personal entertainment. When she soaped her boobs and
between her legs they made comments and sniggered to one another. Their happy
faces made her burn with embarrassment. Once she'd towelled herself down, and
much to her relief, they left. Their voices and laughter drifted back along the
corridor...but her relief was very short lived.
"You enjoyed this afternoon didn't you?" he said with an amused glint
in his eye. It was a question she didn't want to answer but found herself
muttering a quiet,
"Y...Y...Yes Sir." Standing naked in front of him with her hands on
her head she felt her pussy flood with excitement. He looked at the jutting
breasts with their angry red nipples and smiled at her reluctant agreement.
"I bet you were hoping I'd let them touch you," there was a pause,
"well weren't you?" His voice was teasing but the idea had butterflies tickling
her belly. As she shook her head in denial he beckoned her forwards until she
was only inches away from his chair.
"You're a dirty little girl aren't you?" She nodded dumbly then gasped
as his enormous hands reached out and calmly squeezed her boobs.
"Stand still! Did I tell you to move?" She shook her head. After
thumbing the hard nipples for several moments he allowed his hands to drift down
her unprotected front. Lisa swallowed noisily and tried to stay still but found
herself swaying back and forth in a fusion of arousal and shame.
"I said stand still!" He sounded angry but she immediately forgot his
threatening tone as his hand slid unhindered between her legs and cupped her
shaven mound. As his fingertips traced the edges of her labia her knees almost
buckled. Fluid oozed and she closed her eyes then jerked and moaned as he
brushed the erect stalk of her clitoris.
"Smack!" Her eyes opened wide and she screamed in shock. The stinging
imprint of his hand was clearly visible on the soft outer curve of one quivering
thigh. She twisted away from the burning sting and her hands fell from her head.
He'd smacked her hard. Very hard.
"Don't you understand simple instructions? Get your hands back on your
head you little bitch!" he snapped. Lisa was trembling like a leaf.
"Obviously I need to teach you a lesson. When I tell you to do
something you'll do it!" He started slapping her thighs, one then the other. She
squirmed and began crying immediately. Twisting back and forth didn't help. Her
thighs began to burn. She was shaking uncontrollably by the time he stopped.
Tears were running freely down her cheeks and she was gasping for breath between
sobs. The outsides of both thighs were bright red and very sore. Ignoring her
discomfort he took hold of her hips then spun her around.
"Bend over and grasp your ankles," he ordered. Still sobbing she
quickly did as she was told.
Jason Cain felt his cock stiffen as he looked at the young woman's
curving behind. Leaning forwards he peered closely at the plump shaven mound
that bulged provocatively from between the tightly closed thighs. The lips
formed a perfect pink line which ran precisely down it's centre. Most enticingly
she wasn't able to keep still so all of her delicious rear anatomy was writhing
gently. He licked his lips.
"Get your legs open!" Muffled sobs greeted his instruction but she
moved her ankles apart nonetheless.
"Further than that, I want the lips of this fat pussy of yours open!"
Wallowing in shame she did as she was told. He watched intently as she spread
her legs wider and wider until the sticky lips of her vagina finally slid apart.
"Keep still you little bitch," he said as two fingers pushed roughly
into the wet hole. Lisa cried out at the invasion and was unable to contain her
moans as he pumped and pulled at her tender opening.
The girls' submissive nature allowed him total control for the next
half an hour. He teased and taunted her continuously. She writhed wonderfully
over his knee as he spanked and fingered her in equal measure. In fact she
moaned and twisted about so much that he had trouble holding her in place. Lisa
screamed as her tormentor pinched her labia and stretched them wide apart for
the umpteenth time. Finally he set her back on her feet. She stood there swaying
and groaning unable to stop her thighs rubbing against one another in a state of
sexual excitement.
"Well Simon was right, you certainly are a filthy little whore aren't
you?" Lisa stared at him crimson faced. Her eyelids felt heavy, tiredness and
arousal making it difficult to focus. The physical and nervous energy she'd
expended throughout the day was catching up with her. Her pussy was pulsing
madly and everything felt swollen and hot. Both her bum and thighs were stinging
intensely and yet despite the awful humiliation he'd put her through she needed
to come so much!
"Answer me!" She jumped.
"Yes Sir."
"That fat pussy of yours is soaking wet so my guess is you want to
come? Am I correct?" She didn't want to agree with him, didn't want to reveal
how turned on she was but found herself unable to say no. Very quietly she said,
"Yes Sir."
"Then ask me nicely." He was smiling now showing his perfect white
teeth. Lisa knew he wanted her to beg. She slowly shook her head.
"Whack!" His hand crashed into her unprotected bum, she squealed.
"I said ask me you little bitch!"
"Let me come!" She sobbed.
"Smack!" His hand bounced off her bottom again.
"PLEASE LET ME COME!" She shouted it and watched him raise his hand
warningly.
"PLEASE LET ME COME SIR!" Her sobs filled the room as he stood up and
towered over her.
It would be enormous. His black cock would be enormous. She felt sick
at the thought. She'd never even touched a black guy before. Never been out with
one. Never really been friendly with anyone like him. But since her change in
lifestyle, her incredible arrangement with her landlady, she knew her choice
didn't count anymore. If Mrs Henderson decided that she should lick a black guys
balls or bumhole she'd have to do it! Her thoughts spun wildly out of control
whilst she stood naked and trembling in the boys changing room.
"Get in here," he shouted. Lisa opened the connecting door and went
into the Sports Hall. He was stood at the far end next to what looked like an
old wooden stool. It wasn't very high and as she walked closer she realised it
had been modified in a very unusual manner. She stared in horror at the thing
that projected upwards from its seat. Her embarrassment at being naked in front
of him was immediately forgotten as fear crawled up her spine.
It was the business end of a baseball bat that had been carefully
carved to resemble a monstrous penis. At least two inches in diameter it was
frighteningly thick. She stared at it in awe then at his smiling face.
Unconsciously her hand reached out to touch it. There was no give at all. It was
solidly fixed in place.
"What do you think of your new toy?" She stared at him in
bewilderment. Surely he wasn't serious. It was bigger than anything she'd ever
imagined in her worst nightmares. It would hurt terribly she was sure of it.
"You're gonna need this," he said, handing her a tube of KY Jelly.
Lisa didn't move. She stared in horror at the jutting monstrosity. Her pussy
pulsed despite her nervousness but her bottom hole clenched with dread.
"If you don't get a move on I'm gonna make you take it up your fat
ass!" Lisa looked at his angry face. She was going to have to fuck herself with
it. That's what he wanted. Wanted to see her debase herself on the wooden dick.
Wanted to be entertained. He unfolded a chair and placed it in front of the
stool then sat down and prepared to watch the show. She coated the stiff length
generously with the lubricating jelly. Her hands were shaking. God it was solid.
No give whatsoever. Thank goodness a thick layer of shiny varnish had been
applied to the thing once it had been carved. At least its surface would be
slippery and smooth.
"For goodness sake get on with it!" he snapped impatiently.
By standing on the very tips of her toes she was able to nestle the
top of the bulging head against her vaginal opening. She looked at him hoping
that he'd have a change of heart and let her off. But his smile simply
reinforced what she knew she was going to have to do. As gently as she was able
she lowered her weight against the jutting stake. Her pussy opened wide as it
stretched apart around the circular glans. Her gasp of pain as the wooden cock
end entered the straining ring of her labia bounced around the gym walls. It
felt as if she was being impaled on a spike! Sweat began to bead her forehead
and run slowly down her face. She groaned loudly as with shaking thighs she
tried to lower herself onto the thing. As the grotesque head finally slid inside
the entrance of her pussy she cried out. Simon Cain watched the curvaceous young
woman try her best to embed herself on the false cock. His own cock had grown
rigid as he watched the full breasts and soft thighs shake and tremble with the
effort she was making. Fascinated he watched intensely as the shaped end of the
thick wooden staff very slowly disappeared between the tautly stretched pink
labia. Lisa James squealed and gasped for breath when it penetrated her tight
hole. He smiled as she shook and vibrated pinned like some erotic butterfly on a
steel pin.
"Get on with it I haven't got all night!" he said sharply. Lisa looked
at him with moist eyes. It was hurting. She let her weight down a little more
and allowed the thick shaft to spear a few millimetres further into her tense
dripping vagina. Bending her knees allowed her body to slide a further few
centimetres down the thing. The schoolmaster watched with interest as the girls
bulging vagina and soft belly quivered with strain and discomfort. Tension in
her tautly stretched pink ring was causing her clitoris to stand out like a
little bud. It pulsed and throbbed madly as she tried her best to impale herself
on the false cock. Taking a series of deep breaths she managed amid much
squealing and panting to jam herself further and further onto the massive
intruder. Her vagina felt distended to its very limits. Sweat was rolling down
her face and dripping onto her wobbling breasts by the time she had achieved the
almost seemingly impossible task. With one final effort she pushed herself
downwards onto the stiff rod and felt, much to her relief, the seat of the stool
firmly beneath her buttocks. Gasping for breath she slumped forwards but held
herself upright with her hands placed firmly on the stools surface.
"Well that didn't seem too difficult for you. Looks to me like you're
enjoying it a lot you dirty girl!" She gazed at him with tired eyes. Her pussy
was pulsing and gripping the thick shaft. Embedded on the massive artificial
member she was unable to stop pain and arousal combining deep within her soft
belly. She felt so tired but dreadfully horny at the same time!
"Oooooohhhhh! Arrrgggghhhh!" The games master had stood up and grabbed
her wrists forcing them behind her back. Unable to move she squealed in alarm as
he twisted and then tied them tightly together above her straining buttocks.
"Time to stop messing about and get on with you little slut. Start
fucking that fat boy cock and make it good or you'll find him jammed up that
tight little ass of yours!"
Lisa sobbed loudly. With her hands no longer supporting any of her
body weight she could feel the wooden cock creeping even more deeply into her
abused pussy. The only way to move herself was with her legs. God it was so
tight. It felt as if she was embedded on a tree trunk! Her bent knees meant she
was crouched over the stool and it's monstrous member so she'd have to make
herself stand up. A long moan escaped her as she tried to force herself upwards.
The smooth shaft slid inside her frictioning against her tender vaginal walls.
Suddenly his hands were all over her breasts squeezing and pinching the
throbbing flesh. She cried out as he pulled her up by her hard nipples forcing
her to slip along the thick invader. Half penetrated by the false cock she shook
uncontrollably as overwhelming sensations ran through her taut belly. A groan of
undisguised lust filled the room as his big fingers abruptly grazed her engorged
clitoris. It throbbed violently as he rubbed a fingertip over its delicate
bloated surface. The overpowering feelings made her jerk involuntarily up and
down on her wooden lover. Within seconds her breath was rasping and her head
falling from side to side as he continued to tease and manipulate her
excruciatingly sensitive clitoral stalk. Then she was bouncing uncontrollably,
stretching her inner membranes to the very limits as she drove herself wildly
towards her longed for orgasm. One of his hands continued to manipulate her
clitoris while the other slid behind and between her rolling buttocks. A
fingertip ran around her anal ring stimulating her still further with its rude
examination of her most private orifice.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Godddddddddddddddddddd!!!" Lisa
James' scream of release reverberated around the walls of the gymnasium. She
convulsed on the thick wooden post screaming her pleasure to the cavernous room.
Her pussy clamped tightly to the thick invader as it reamed back and forth deep
within her taut belly. Her intimate inner flesh squeezed forcefully onto the
unyielding shaft as wave after wave of intense satisfaction caressed her
writhing naked form. Then she slumped forwards against Jason Cains' massive
shoulder in a semi conscious stupor. Gently he lifted the young woman from the
shiny wooden stake. It came out of the abused vaginal ring with a loud plop. He
noted that the whole of the stools surface was awash with sticky fluid. It had
even splashed over the edge and was running slowly down one of the legs. Lisa
moaned weakly as he carefully laid her on a mat on the floor. His cock was rigid
but he wasn't impatient, it would keep until they met again in a few days time.
The thought brought an enormous smile to his face.
This time the shower in the San felt absolutely wonderful. As hot
water cascaded down her back her mind replayed the awful things that had
happened to her during the day. The humiliation had been all consuming but had
also aroused her to a level she wouldn't have thought possible. Tomorrow would
hold yet more embarrassments, of that she had no doubt. Her poor pussy and
bumhole both felt sore but her tummy felt incredibly warm and content. The
orgasm had been over quickly but was probably the most intense she'd ever
experienced. She'd almost passed out! Her whole body, not just her vagina, had
spasmed with almost unbearable pleasure. Shame and humiliation seemed to drive
her well beyond any normal level of sexual excitement. As she gingerly washed
the soap from between her thighs her clitoris pulsed gently. It wouldn't quickly
let her forget about the days events......
