Alison's Story

Chapter 19.

 

We reached home and Alan immediately wanted me to strip and dance for him, making me display myself lewdly as he watched and stroked his stiff cock.  Then I wrapped my breasts around his shaft and massaged it until he was groaning with pleasure.  After a few minutes I was allowed to take him into my mouth and suck him vigorously, until I felt him start to climax.  I waited until his first spurts hit the back of my throat, then took a firm grip of his shaft and directed his hot jets of come onto my face and breasts.  He looked down at me and grinned a self-satisfied grin, then sighed happily as his orgasm subsided.

 

I ran my thumb along the underside of his softening cock, squeezing the last drop of come from him, then let it drop slowly onto my waiting tongue.  I swallowed it down as I rubbed his come into my face and breasts as he watched, still grinning.

 

“John’s a lucky guy.”  He smiled, “He’s going to get this all his life, isn’t he?”

 

I smiled at him and continued to massage his jism into my skin.  “Well, I’ll probably give him the odd blow-job, if he’s a good boy, but I doubt I’ll let him spray his come over my face and body like I do for you!”

 

He laughed.  “I should bloody well hope not!  That would be far too rude for a middle class tight arse, wouldn’t it?”

 

“Oh God yes!, too rude by far!” 

 

And then we both fell about laughing.  Alan left me shortly afterwards and I went off for a shower.  As I stepped into the jet of water I felt his come wash from my body.  I realised I was going to miss the feeling of a stiff cock shooting over me.  Strangely, I couldn’t imagine letting John do that to me, even though I had let schoolboys have that fun.  I stepped from the shower and patted myself dry before walking, stark naked, to my bedroom.  There I pulled on a clean pair of knickers, to replace my lovely satin ones Adam had relieved me of, a T-shirt and a pair of denim shorts made out of an old pair of jeans.  Then I began to mark some books.

 

After a few minutes my mind began to wander.  I imagined how I’d looked that lunch time, my bottom beautifully framed by my suspenders as a host of my students examined my most intimate places, then watched as I was taken not once, but three times.  I felt the familiar heat in my pussy, and in moments I was squirming around as my arousal built.

 

I finished marking one book with a sigh, and decided that I needed some relief before I continued.  As I stood up from my desk the doorbell rang.  I made my way downstairs and opened the door.  Adam was standing there, a lecherous smirk on his face.  Behind him I could see two of my audience from the party, Andrew and Colin.

 

“The boys fancied having another play with you, especially after your nice little show this lunch time, didn’t you boys?”

 

The two of them smirked, and nodded.  I felt my face flush with shame at the same time as a thrill ran through my body.  I stood back and opened the door further, inviting them in without a word.  Adam strolled confidently past me and made his way upstairs to my flat.  The other two followed nervously.  I followed behind, already feeling my pussy getting wet.  

 

I followed the boys into my living room, where they all slumped into chairs.  I stood in front of them, waiting for my instructions, but Adam was intent on having more fun.

 

“Yes, you put on a fine show at lunch time, didn’t she boys?”

 

The others grinned and nodded, a chorus of “Yeah, not half, brill, nice one!”  erupted, their faces now pink with excitement and anticipation.

 

“And she still doesn’t know who it was that fucked her, do you Alison?”

 

“No Adam.”

 

“Could have been anyone, couldn’t it?  Anyone from the caretaker to a first year.  No fucking idea, have you?”

 

I was appalled, surely he wouldn’t have let an eleven year old have me?

 

“No, but, er, I mean, you wouldn’t, er I mean you didn’t let a first year, er I mean…”

 

“Did I let a first year stick his dick up you?  No, not today Alison.  There’s none of them can pay the asking price.”

 

“Asking price?  You mean you made money selling me to…”

 

“Fucking right I sold it.  You wouldn’t expect me to just give that nice, tight arse away, would you?”  He laughed loudly.  The others laughed too.  I felt sick.  He was letting boys pay him to use me. 

 

“No, I couldn’t let such a fine cunt as yours go for nothing.  So I sold it to the highest bidder, made a tidy sum too.  And you enjoyed every minute of it, didn’t you boys?”

 

The others agreed eagerly.

 

“Yes, well worth the entrance fee, wasn’t it?”

 

“Oh yes Adam!  Too fucking right, Adam! Yeah, brill!”

 

My head was spinning.  He was selling me to any interested male and selling tickets to those who wanted to watch.

 

“And you’ll do the same again tomorrow, isn’t that right Alison?”

 

I dropped my head in shame.  I couldn’t back out now. “Yes Adam.” I muttered.

 

“Good girl.  Now, my friends here had such a good time with you at Leroy’s party that they asked for another go.  So why don’t you give them what they paid for, mmm?”

 

I began to remove my T-shirt, but Adam stopped me. “Put a bit of spice into it then. Give them their money’s worth!”

 

Shocked by his words, but now highly aroused I walked seductively to the stereo, selected the right song and began to dance for the three of them.  As the music filled the room I lifted my T-shirt, exposing my breasts to the three students.  I slowly pulled the garment over my head and let it fall to the floor, then began to cup and stroke my breasts, teasing my nipples, making them stiffen.

 

After a few minutes Adam ordered me to fetch them all a beer, and so as they sat around in my living room I ran topless to the kitchen, opened three cans of beer and carried them in.  I offered a can to each of the fifteen-year-olds in turn, then carried on dancing.

 

Soon they were cheering and whistling, calling out obscenities and laughing at their crude jokes.  I slowly opened my shorts, then drew the zip down slowly, exposing the top of my white knickers.  I turned my back to them and gyrated my hips, thrusting my bottom at them to more laughs.  I slowly eased my shorts down over my hips, then let them fall to the floor and stepped out of them. Still with my back to the boys I slowly bent at the waist, opening my legs slightly to give them a perfect view of my cotton-clad mound.  There were grunts of approval as I slowly bent, pushing my crotch towards them.

 

I turned to face them again and began to dance once more, grinding my hips.  I approached Andrew and took hold of his hand.  I slowly sucked his middle finger into my mouth and ran my tongue over it, then I slipped it between my legs and began to rock my hips back and forth against his finger, feeling my pussy lips running along its’ length.  I shuddered as the feelings within me began to build.

 

I let his hand drop and moved towards Colin.  As I did so, Andrew reached out and grabbed my bum.  I stood there for several moments as his hands kneaded my bottom cheeks, then looked over my shoulder at him, grinned, then winked.  He giggled and fell back in his chair.  I moved to stand in front of Colin, his young eyes looked up at me.  I remembered how shy he’d looked as I’d handed him my knickers at the party.  Now he looked flushed and eager.

 

“Would you like to take my knickers off, Colin?”  I said, gently.  He coughed nervously, then nodded.

 

“Go ahead then.” I smiled.

 

He reached out with both hands and fumbled with the waistband of my knickers.  I gyrated my hips again and they began to slip down over my hips.  I felt his grip on the cotton fabric tighten as I moved my hips seductively, making them edge ever lower.  Then I put my hands over his and pushed down, exposing my shaven mound to his hungry eyes. 

 

He gazed at my pussy longingly.  I took his hand and pushed it gently between my legs, feeling his fingers touching my lips.  I selected his middle finger and ran it along my slit.  I knew I was wet and felt a jolt of pleasure run through me as his fingertip stoked along my lips.  Then I slowly pushed his finger between my lips and began to rock my hips once more.  I pushed my pelvis forward and his finger slipped effortlessly into my hot tunnel.  I sighed with pleasure and Colin gasped.

 

I writhed around on his finger for some time, then dropped to my knees between his thighs.  I slowly opened his jeans and pulled them down, exposing the tent in his underwear.  I gently reached in and brought out his stiff, throbbing cock, then slowly lowered my head until I was able to kiss its’ tip.  I felt him shudder and heard him gasp, “Oh fucking hell.”

 

In one, swift movement I took him into my mouth, licking and sucking at his exposed glans and pumping his shaft rapidly.  I ran my finger nail across his sack, feeling it tighten still further.  I bobbed my head as I sucked and licked at his cock, feeling waves of pleasure shoot through him.  In moments he came, shooting copious amounts of sticky come into my mouth before collapsing back in his chair, gasping for breath.

 

I looked up at Andrew and said, “Would you like one like that?”

 

He grinned and said, “Yeah, but I want to fuck you first!”

 

He stood up immediately, opening his trousers urgently, exposing his erect cock, then he positioned himself behind me. I dropped down on my elbows, thrusting my bottom high in the air, opening my legs, exposing my wet pussy for him.  He gasped, then positioned the head of his cock at my entrance and drove in up to the hilt.  Then he paused, his cock deep inside me, relishing the sensations.  I heard him groan and then he reached ‘round and began to grope for my breasts.  I moved to allow him access and he began to pump into me whilst squeezing and kneading my soft flesh.  In second he began to come inside me and tightened his grip on my tender breasts.  I gasped and then he collapsed onto my back, gasping and moaning.  I felt this cock slip from my pussy, then heard Adam laugh.

 

“Fuck! That didn’t take long, did it?  The pair of you lasted about a minute in total.  Call that a fuck?”

 

The two of them grinned sheepishly.  Then Adam said, “Come over here Alison and suck me ‘til I’m hard.  Then I’ll show you two the way to fuck a tight arse like this.”

 

I immediately went to where Adam sat and in moments I was sucking on his stiffening shaft.  He looked down at me as I pleasured him and grinned.

 

“She’s a hot little bitch this one, you know.  Once she’s sucked me hard she’s going to stuff my cock up her arse and fuck me ‘til I come up her, aren’t you Alison?”

 

I felt shame flush through me, then nodded, his cock still in my mouth.

 

“She loves it up the arse, don’t you Alison?  But that’s not all, is it Alison?  You like to have your pretty arse spanked, isn’t that right?”

 

I gasped, still stroking and sucking his shaft.

 

“I said you like to have your arse spanked, isn’t that right?”

 

I nodded. I heard Andrew giggle and Colin say, “Cool.”

 

“OK Alison, go and get the KY jelly and get to work.”  Adam said casually.

 

I went to my bedroom and collected the tube of lubricant, then returned to my living room just in time to hear Andrew say, “Will she really let you fuck her arse?”

 

“Even better than that, mate, she’ll fuck me herself.  Here she comes, watch.  OK Alison, get on with it.”

 

As the three of them watched I smeared a little of the gel onto my finger, then applied it to my back door.  Then I applied some more to Adam’s shaft.  I took a deep breath, then straddled Adam, facing Adam and Colin and lowered myself onto his lap. I took hold of his cock and steered it to my tight little hole, then began to sink down on it.

 

I felt him penetrate me and gasped as the sensations within me built.  There was a tense silence in the room as the other two watched me impale my bottom on Adam’s cock.  Inch by inch I felt him penetrate into my bowels, then felt his sparse pubic hair against my skin.  I began to rock back and forth, feeling his stiff shaft inside me.

 

“Play with your tits.”  He ordered. I immediately began to cup and stroke my breasts, teasing the nipples.

 

“Tell the boys how you like it up your arse.”

 

“I like to feel a big, hard cock going deep into my bottom.” I gasped as they watched and sneered, Andrew already stroking his cock.  “I love to feel it sinking into me, I love how dirty I feel when I have a cock in my bottom.”

 

“Tell them how you like to have your arse spanked as well, go on, tell them.”

 

I felt thoroughly depraved as I sank down onto my fifteen-year-old student’s cock, burying him deep in my bowels as two more of my students watched.

 

“Oh I love it when my knickers are pulled down and my bare arse is spanked ‘til it’s red and hot.  I love it when I’m treated like a naughty girl and punished.”

 

“Tell them how it makes you feel.”

 

“Oh I feel so hot.  I get so randy and so wet when my bottom is spanked.  Sometimes I get so hot I just have to play with my pussy until I come.  You’ve watched me do that, haven’t you Adam?  You’ve spanked my bare arse and felt my pussy get really wet, and then watched me as I’ve brought myself off, haven’t you Adam?”

 

“Oh fuckin’ yes!”  He groaned, then began to shoot deep into me, holding my hips down on his cock until finally he sighed and let me go.  I glanced up to see Andrew shoot his load all over my carpet, then fall back into his seat with a contented sigh.  I looked over at Colin, who was watching me intently.  I remembered how he had said to me at the party, “I’ve always liked looking at your bum Miss.”  Suddenly, I knew what he wanted. I stood slowly, feeling Adam’s cock slip from my bottom.  I went and stood in front of Colin, the said in a timid voice.

 

“Colin, I’ve been a very naughty girl, haven’t I?”

 

He looked at me and his eyes widened as he realised what was coming next.  “I’d say you’ve been a bit more than naughty, wouldn’t you?”  He chuckled with surprising maturity.

 

“Yes, Colin.” I murmured. “I think I’ve been a very rude and very naughty girl, who deserves to have her bottom spanked until it’s red and hot.  Don’t you think so too, Colin.”

 

“Yes I do, Alison.”  He said, smiling.

 

“Would you spank my bottom for me, Colin?  I deserve it ever so much Colin, and you’d be teaching me a lesson Colin.  I’d try not to be so naughty ever again, Colin, honestly I would, but I think I should be punished first, don’t you?”

 

“You’d best get over my knee than, Alison, hadn’t you?”

 

“Yes Colin.”  I whispered.  Adam and Andrew grinned as I placed myself across Colin’s lap.

 

“So how many do you think you deserve, Alison?”

 

“I don’t know Colin.  I only know I’ve been rude and naughty.  You’re going to have to decide how many I need to teach me a lesson Colin.” I whimpered.

 

He stroked my bottom gently, running his hands across my smooth skin, then suddenly brought his hand down smartly, delivering a stinging slap. I squealed with shock and surprise.  And then he delivered another, and then another and another, all sharp, stinging blows which made me gasp and wriggle about on his knee.

 

I could hear Adam and Andrew giggling as Colin continued to smack my bare bottom, making my skin sting.  I knew that as I wriggled around on his lap I was exposing my pussy to Andrew’s gaze.  After a minute or so I heard Andrew stand and watched as he walked slowly ‘round to stand facing me.  Then he sat on the arm of the chair and pushed his flaccid cock in my face.  I knew at once what he wanted and began to kiss and suck his cock.

 

He quickly began to stiffen and in moments I was sucking on a fully erect shaft as Colin continued to spank my bottom. I looked up to see Adam grinning at me slyly.  Suddenly Colin’s hand stopped delivering stinging blows and instead started top stroke my hot skin.  I was gasping for breath as I continued to suck Andrew’s cock.

 

“Well now Alison, you said you liked having your arse smacked.  Let’s see how you enjoyed that then, shall we?”  Colin murmured, a mocking tone to his voice.  Adam giggled again, Andrew grunted with pleasure as I ran my tongue around his glans.

 

Colin thrust his hand between my legs and felt for my pussy lips. My pussy lips parted at once, his finger sliding easily into my sopping pussy. I gasped in a mixture of pleasure and shame as he pushed another finger into me.  Then he began to stroke my clit, stroking it, pulling it, teasing it.  In moments I was gasping and moaning, writhing around on his lap forcing my hips against his fingers and sucking ever harder on the cock in my mouth.

 

“Well, well, you are a hot little bitch, aren’t you?”  Colin laughed.  I felt my face flush with shame as he continued to torment me as Adam watched and sneered and Andrew enjoyed my mouth.

 

“What do you think I should do with this then, Alison?”  He asked as he took hold of my sensitive clit and pinched it gently between thumb and forefinger.  My mouth was filled with Andrew’s cock and my mind with the sensations coursing through my body, I was totally unable to reply.  I heard Colin snicker to himself, then he spoke to Adam.  “You know what I’d like to see?”

 

“No, what?“

 

“I’d like to see her strip naked and have all the fifth year boys spank her bare arse.  Then we could all fuck her senseless.  I think that would be good, don’t you?”

 

I could hardly believe my ears as the two of them calmly discussed my total humiliation in front of a host of teenage boys.

 

“Sounds good to me.”  Adam laughed.  “What do you think, Andy?”

 

At that moment Andrew groaned and began to shoot hot, salty jism into my mouth.  To the delight of the others he pulled his cock from my mouth and sprayed my face with come.  As I gasped with surprise Colin began to rub my clit between his thumb and finger.  I felt my climax build and heard myself cry out, “Yes, oh my God yes!”, before my orgasm broke over me.

 

Exhausted, I slumped down, my face covered in Andrew’s come, my bottom still stinging and raised high in the air.  Colin continued to stroke my bottom for a few moments, then calmly announced, “I think it’s time for you to please me again, Alison, don’t you?”

 

I was staggered by his complete confidence.  He had always seemed to me to be shy and a little nervous. But not then!  As I slipped from his lap onto the floor and then knelt between his open thighs he looked totally in control.

 

“What would you like me to do?” I stammered, feeling totally intimidated.

 

“Well, you seem to like sucking cock, so why don’t you start with that, hmm?”

 

I opened his trousers again and took out his cock, gently stroking my fingers along its’ shaft.  I sucked and kissed it, licking the head, kissing and licking his balls.  He sighed happily, even stroking my hair occasionally.

 

“You’ve got a nice pair of tits, there Alison.  Why don’t you make more use of them?” He sneered.  The others laughed too.

 

I shifted forwards and positioned his cock between my breasts, then wrapped them around his shaft.  I began to stroke his cock up and down, rubbing the hot, stiff shaft against the soft skin of my breasts.  He looked down at me and groaned. 

 

“Who’d have thought that the uptight English teacher would ever be doing this?”, he chuckled, “Rubbing her bare tits against my cock after I’ve smacked her bare arse and played with her cunt ‘til she came.  Fuck me, you’ve got no shame, have you?”

 

I was unable to answer, waves of shame and humiliation crashing over me.  In a swift movement Colin reached down and grabbed hold of both of my nipples between thumb and forefinger, pulling them harshly.

 

“Come on, bitch, put a bit of effort into it!”

 

I cried out in shock and alarm, making all three of them giggle, then began to rub my breasts against his stiff cock ever faster.  I looked up at him to see him grinning at me lasciviously, and then he grunted and started to come. Stream after stream of hot jism sprayed from his cock, covering my breasts and my face. 

 

As his spurts subsided he fell back in his seat, a contented smile on his face. I sat back on my heels and began to massage the semen on my face and breasts into my skin.  Adam and Andrew watched me, amused grins on their young faces.

 

After a few minutes Adam said, “That’s your lot for tonight, boys, if you want any more you’ll have to come back tomorrow.”  Andrew and Colin slowly stood and re-ordered their clothing, before shuffling out of the room.  As he left Adam winked and said, “Tomorrow lunch time, right?”

 

I nodded dumbly, then fell into a chair. I immediately began to think about the following day. I imagined myself once again, bent over an old desk, naked, as an assortment of randy males examined me, explored me, used and enjoyed me.  Inevitably, I became aroused and quickly found my hot little bud, stroking it gently as I imagined the scene I would surely act out the following day.  I went to bed that night as anxious for day as any child on Christmas Eve! 

 

I slept fitfully, waking at least twice and having to relieve myself before I could get back to sleep.  My dreams were filled with images of line upon line of randy schoolboys, all nursing stiff cock, which they cheerfully ploughed into me.  By the time my alarm clock woke me I was already highly aroused.  I spent a few, brief minutes bringing myself off yet again before I got up and prepared for the day.

 

I went to the kitchen and put the kettle on, then noticed the note which had been left for me. I opened it and read, 

 

‘Hi Ali.  Sorry about this, but I forgot to mention it to you last night. With the Head out of the way for a bit, I’ve been asked to go to an education conference in London for a couple of days.  I’ll be back Friday, so keep your pussy warm until then! Oh, and one other thing, we’ve all lined up a very special present for you on Friday.  I’m not telling what it is, but I’m sure you’ll enjoy it immensely – let’s just say you’ll be giving rather than receiving for a change!  See you Friday – be good!  Alan.’

 

‘Fine!’ I thought, ‘and what am I supposed to do until Friday?  Live like a bloody nun, I suppose?  Fat chance!’  Feeling more than a little peeved, I showered and made ready for work.  Alan had given me no idea of what I was supposed to do in his absence.  It was entirely down to me to decide if I went through with the lunchtime ‘session’ or not.  I knew Alan would guess that I wouldn’t refuse, he knew my needs too well. 

 

Taking advantage of his absence I decided to wear a dark red silk blouse with a grey skirt.  Underneath I wore a lacy, red bra and red satin panties, together with a red suspender belt. I put on black, seamed stockings, some stilettos and slightly more make up than usual.  On impulse I threw a few things into a hold-all, examined myself in the mirror, then set off on the drive to school. 

 

On the way I encountered some road works, and sat in the traffic queue impatiently.  I noticed one of the workmen making his way down the line of cars, clearly explaining what the delay was about.  I decided, on an impulse, to have a little fun.  I wriggled in my seat until I was able to raise my skirt up my thighs until my stocking-tops were visible, then I opened a couple more buttons on my blouse.  Then I sat there and waited, my heart thumping and my pussy throbbing.

 

It took several, agonising minutes for him to reach me.  Finally he stopped speaking to the driver in front of me and turned to me. I felt my heart quicken still further as he approached the car.  I wound the window down and asked what was wrong.  

 

Like workmen the world over, he leant into my car about to deliver some flirty explanation.  When he glanced down and saw my stocking-tops he hesitated, then began his explanation as if reading from a pre-prepared script, “Yeah, sorry love, burst water main.  Got to get it sorted today, see.  No idea how long it’s going to take…”  His gaze was fixed on my legs, on the inch or so of white flesh he could see above the tops of my stockings.

 

“Oh, I see.” I said, a note of concern in my voice.  “That sounds serious.  Is there any way around it?”

 

He chuckled to himself, then managed to drag his gaze away from my legs to look at my face. “Wouldn’t have thought so, love.  This road is pretty much closed for the duration, I would have to say….”

 

His voice trailed off as he took in the view down my blouse to my red, lace bra.  “Oh dear.  I have to get to work somehow.  Is there any way you could suggest I could get past this?” I asked, sounding simple and innocent.  He rubbed his crotch discreetly.

 

“Well, you could do a U-turn here, right?”

 

“Yes”, I said, as his eyes peered down my blouse.

 

“Yeah.  Then go right at the next junction and carry straight on.”

 

I looked over my shoulder at the direction he’d indicated.  I knew my blouse was gaping.  He had a clear view of my breasts in my half-cup bra. “What, back that way?” I asked simply, allowing my legs to open as I pointed back in the direction he indicated.  The cool air on my thighs told me he could see my panties.

 

“Oh yes!”  He confirmed, a happy tone in his voice.  “That’s right darlin’ go back that way and you’ll be fine, ok then?”

 

“Oh you are a love!” I cooed, giving him a final glimpse down my blouse.  Then I put the car in reverse and set off in the direction he had suggested.  As I drove away I looked in my mirror to see him openly rubbing his crotch.  I smiled at the thought of making his day, then began to concentrate on the day ahead.

 

As I drove along the cool air rushing in at the window began to tease and caress my thighs.  I began to enjoy being open and exposed and wriggled in my seat to raise my skirt still higher as I drove along.  In no time I had lifted my skirt until the cool breeze was playing across the crotch of my panties.  I shuddered as I felt my pussy respond to the stimuli.

 

I reached a long, straight stretch of road and quickly reached down and stroked my hot pussy through my panties.  The sensations of pure lust as I drove along stroking my pussy were sheer joy!  Thankfully, the traffic was light that morning as on more than one occasion my car drifted across into the path of oncoming traffic.

 

Before I could reach any kind of satisfaction I reached a set of traffic lights, which were on red.  As I sat waiting for them to change I slipped my finger into my panties and quickly found my hard, throbbing clit.  No sooner had I begun to stroke it than the lights changed and I was forced to concentrate on my driving.  By the time I reached school I was fully aroused.

 

As I made my way into the building I had a vague idea about making my way to my own room and relieving myself in the storeroom.  After just a few yards however I saw the solution to my ‘dilemma’.  Adam was slouching casually in a door way, his usual gaggle of friends around him. I walked deliberately towards him.  As I approached he glanced up at me and grinned.

 

“Adam, I need to speak to you about something, will you come to my room please?”  I asked, not even noticing that I was requesting his company rather than ordering it as all the other teachers would have done.  His friends snickered, but I ignored them, such was my need.

 

“Yeah, ok Alison.” He answered arrogantly, causing the others to laugh again.  I ignored the challenge and continued on towards my room, eager to be away from prying eyes.  “I need to speak to you too, as it happens.  Gramps wants to know what happened to you this morning. You were meant top come to the shop and service us both, remember?”

 

I froze in sheer horror.  How could he be so indiscreet? I grabbed his arm and dragged him roughly into my classroom. “For Christ’s sake Adam, can’t you be more subtle about things?” I snapped.

 

“Fuck being subtle, me and gramps were expecting a fuck this morning and you didn’t show.  What the fuck happened?”

 

“I’m sorry, I, er, I forgot.”

 

“You forgot?”

 

I nodded. 

 

“Well that’s just not fucking good enough Alison, is it?”

 

“I’m sorry Adam, I just, er…”

 

“Never mind all that shit!  Me and gramps were left waiting this morning without a shag.  Where the fuck were you?”

 

“I really am sorry Adam, I forgot I was meant to be with you.”  I felt my pulse racing.  I was so turned on it was unreal.  I wanted to humiliate myself again before this obnoxious teenager, to shame myself once more.  “Please, Adam, I’m sorry.  Please forgive me, I didn’t mean to disappoint you.  Can I make it up to you, please Adam?”

 

He grinned at me, that sly, nasty grin I had always hated.  “Yeah, well, gramps will probably want to take it out of your arse when he sees you next, but, well, I might be persuaded…”

 

I fell to my knees in front of him, began to open his trousers and reached inside to find his cock, murmuring, “Oh please Adam. Oh let me make it up to you. Oh I need it Adam. I need it bad.”  I sucked eagerly at his stiffening cock.  “Oh Christ! Adam, oh please.  Oh I’m begging you Adam.” I wanked his cock into my mouth sucking urgently as I did so.

 

“What are you begging for, Alison.  Tell me what you want.”

 

I shuddered with shame and desire.  “I want you to fuck me Adam. I want your lovely stiff cock in me. I want you to give it to me, please Adam, please. I’m begging you, please give me your lovely hard cock.”

 

He laughed at me as I sucked at his hard cock.  “And what will you do for me if I give it to you, Alison?”

 

“Oh God, anything!” I breathed, giving away my desperation, “Anything you say Adam, I promise, I just need your cock in me. Please give it to me.” I whined.

 

“OK, I’ll fuck you.” He agreed, laughingly, “But not until lunchtime.  I’ll be the first that comes in, or on, you. Until then, you’ll have to wait. Do you think you can wait until then, Alison?” 

 

I sucked at his cock urgently.  “Please, Adam, I’ll do whatever you want me to do at lunch time.  I’ll do anything to anyone you tell me, but I need some relief now, Adam please, please!”

 

The bell signalling the start of lessons sounded.  Adam pulled his cock from my mouth and looked down at me with a sly grin.  I looked up at him desperately, but I knew I had to accept my frustration.  As I stood slowly, he pushed his adorably hard cock back into his trousers and sauntered casually from my classroom.  I quickly pulled myself together as my first year class filed in; feeling thoroughly retched as the ache in my pussy distracted me from my teaching.

 

At morning break I waited for Adam or Brian, or indeed any of them to come to me.  By the time I realised that no one was coming it was then end of break and classes were filing in again. I gritted my teeth and did my best to perform my duties as a teacher, trying to ignore the incessant throbbing in my pussy.

 

The morning classes seemed to go on forever, I was constantly distracted by the growing heat in my pussy.  On more than one occasion I found myself sitting behind my desk, thighs clamped tightly together, rocking my pelvis back and forth, lost in the pleasure of the moment as my movements gently stroked my stiff clit.  I imagined Adam’s cock, imagined slowly taking out of his trousers and stroking it, licking it, kissing it, sucking it, feeling it stiffen until it was hard and throbbing.  And then I imagined lowering myself slowly onto it, seeing his smug grin as I sighed with pleasure, feeling his hard length penetrate deep into me.  I was almost mad with pure desire.  Finally, the lunch time bell rang and my class of students filed out.

 

It was all I could do to stop myself from thrusting a hand into my knickers and bringing myself off right there.  Instead, I gritted my teeth and waited for Adam to come to me.  A few minutes past before he casually sauntered into my classroom.  I heaved a sigh of pleasure and relief, then felt my pulse start to race.

 

“You still gagging for it then, Alison?” He laughed.

 

I stood and walked towards him.  “Jesus Adam!  This has been the longest morning of my life.  Oh I’ve got to have some relief, please Adam, please!” I begged.

 

He laughed again. “Let’s check out that hot little cunt of yours then, shall we?  Get your skirt up then.”

 

I hurriedly dragged my skirt up to my waist.  I knew my pussy would be soaking wet.  I didn’t care, I was consumed by my sexual need.  My fifteen-year-old student moved slowly towards me, then ran his fingers up the inside of my thigh.  I shuddered as he moved ever closer to my honey pot, then he reached out with his free hand, took hold of my nice, satin knickers and dragged them aside.  I gasped as I felt the cool air play across my pussy lips, then groaned in agonised pleasure as he ran his finger tip along the entire length of my slit.  I pushed my pelvis forward, inviting his finger to penetrate me.  Instead he pulled his finger back to the top of my slit, then slowly took hold of my aching clit between his thumb and forefinger.

 

I almost collapsed from the sheer intensity of the sensations coursing through me.  I closed my eyes, concentrating entirely on my deliciously sensitive clit.  I heard him chuckle again.

 

“Mmmm, we are in the mood today, aren’t we?”  He began to move my hips around by gently tugging on my clit, pulling me to the right and then to the left.  I heard myself whimper with pleasure as he played with me, snickering to himself as he toyed and teased me, prolonging my agony and pleasure.  He pulled his hand forward and I thrust my hips forward, desperate to keep his fingers on my clit.  Then he slowly drew me up onto tip-toe.  I reached out and grabbed his shoulders to steady myself, eyes still closed. He began to gently rub my clit between his thumb and finger, sending a new wave of sensations through me.

 

“You dirty little bitch, you love having your cunt played with, don’t you?”

 

I groaned and gasped, “Oh yes! Oh Adam I love it.  Oh Adam!”  I was moaning and whimpering like a woman possessed, thrusting my hips at his teasing, tormenting fingers.  “Please Adam.” I whined.

 

“You want a nice hard cock in you then, Alison?”

 

I shuddered and moaned, “Oh yes! Oh Adam yes! Oh please give it to me, please Adam.”

 

“I’ll give you a good hard fucking Alison, but first you have to earn it. Are you ready for that?”

 

“Anything.  Anything, I promise, just tell me.”

 

“You’re going to put on another little show, like yesterday, only this time there’ll be no ties.  You’ll be blindfolded again and you won’t be able to hear what’s going on, but I want them all to know that you’re there because you want it, understand?”

 

A thrill of shame tore through me.  I almost came.  “Anything, Adam.  I’ll do anything you tell me to do.”

 

“Good.  Come with me.”  He suddenly pulled his hand away from my pussy and walked towards the classroom door. Dazed and stunned I stumbled almost blindly after him.  He glanced over his shoulder to make sure I was following, then laughed again.

 

“It’s up to you Alison, but you might want to put your cunt away before you walk through the school.” 

 

I glanced down and saw that my skirt was still bunched ‘round my waist and my satin knickers were still dragged to one side, exposing my shaven mound.  With a cry of shame I quickly pulled my knickers back into place and smoothed my skirt down, then with my heart pounding and my legs feeling like jelly I followed him from the room.

 

I followed Adam as he walked purposefully through the school building.  We finally arrived at the male changing room in the sports wing of the school and I followed dutifully behind Adam as he flung open the door and walked in.

 

“Ok, here we are then.  Get your kit off and bend over that chair over there.  Once you’re ready we can get started.”

 

“But Adam, what if someone comes in?  These rooms aren’t locked at lunch time.”

 

“Don’t worry about that, there’ll be people posted to stop anyone who hasn’t paid.  Now get your kit off!”

 

I quickly opened my blouse, took it off and dropped it onto a stool, then I slipped off my skirt and made to take off my bra.

 

“No, leave that and your knickers on for now.”  He ordered.  He threw me the blindfold and I pulled it over my eyes as I took up position over the chair.  Then Adam placed the headphones over my ears and all sounds were blocked out by the music.

 

My heart was thumping and I felt my legs start to quiver as I waited in position.  Then I felt a hand caress my bottom.  It was a large, rough-skinned hand, too big for a student. I shuddered at the realisation that it was a member of staff. I was desperate to remove my blindfold, needed to know who it was who was so casually running their hands across my body.  Instead I simply lay there across the chair and allowed him to continue.  The hand pushed down into my knickers, rubbing at my sensitive skin.

 

A second hand joined in, stroking my bottom, cupping my cheeks.  A thick finger pushed between my cheeks and probed my back door, then slipped down and began to stroke my pussy lips.  I thrust my bottom higher, opening my legs to allow easy access to the intruding fingers.  Through the music I heard a shout of laughter, knew it was at my expense.  I felt my face flood with colour as I imagined the scene as a member of staff played with my body while I spread myself for his amusement and that of the assembled audience. 

 

Then the hand quickly took hold of my suspender, stretching it tight then letting it snap back against my skin.  I squealed in shock at the sudden stinging of my skin and heard another roar of laughter from the assembled group.  I felt the hand fumble at the waistband of my knickers and held my breath.  Then my knickers were yanked roughly down.  I drew my legs together to allow them to fall and felt them gather ‘round my ankles.  I stepped out of them and opened my legs again.

 

The hand pushed between my legs and began to rub at my pussy lips.   Then a finger pressed against my slit and I felt my lips part at once to allow it to enter my hot tunnel.  The rough digit slipped effortlessly into me, pushing in as far as it could, then it slowly withdrew.  I felt fingers on either side of my slit, then my lips were gently pulled apart.  I imagined how obscene I must look, my legs apart as this unknown man opened my most secret place to the amused gaze of my students. Then a tongue was thrust deep into my hot tunnel.

 

I started to come at once.  I heard myself let out a shriek of surprise and pleasure as the tongue writhed around inside me, and then I was gasping and crying as a huge orgasm tore through me.  The sexual tension which had been building in me all morning was suddenly released and I pushed my hips back onto the tongue which was driving me over the edge of climax. 

 

I collapsed over the chair, gasping for breath as my body shook with pleasure.  The tongue was removed and quickly replaced with a thick cock, which drove into me up to the hilt.  I felt the rough hands grab my hips and the cock began to drive into me with deep, strong strokes.  My hips were pushed and pulled around as he took his pleasure, then he slid his hands up my body, roughly pulled my bra down and began to grope my breasts, pinching the nipples.  As he did so I caught the smell of his body aroma, a strong smell of sweat, and something else I couldn’t identify, a sweet, cloying smell.  He hung onto my breasts as his cock drove into me repeatedly, and then he began to come deep in my pussy.  He emptied streams of his jism into me before collapsing onto my back.  Again I was assailed by his strong body odour, and then his cock slipped from me and he left me.

 

My bottom was slapped harshly, making me squeal again.  More laughter.  Then a second cock was pushing into me.  Smaller, slimmer.  A student, I assumed.  He began to pump into me, rapid, shallow strokes.  And then I felt a cock nudge my face.  Without further urging I opened my mouth and let it slip between my lips.  It too was small and slim.  I was being taken by two students at a time.  I sucked gently on the cock in my mouth, feeling it twitch and stiffen.  I brought up my hand and cupped his balls, stroking them with my fingertip.  In moments it was shooting streams of hot, salty come into my mouth. 

 

Another cock quickly slipped into my mouth and I continued to suck enthusiastically.  The cock in my pussy was building to a climax and I thrust my hips up again to enable even deeper penetration.  I felt it start to shoot inside me, only to be replaced by yet another as soon as it had slipped from me. Once again I figured that it was a student who was enjoying me.  I concentrated on the cock in my mouth and in moments it was shooting into me. 

 

I had a brief respite as the cock in my mouth softened and slipped from my lips, then the one in my pussy shot inside me and was withdrawn.  I slumped over the chair, feeling thoroughly sated and degraded, and then a large, broad cock was again nudging at my lips.  I opened my mouth and allowed it to slip inside.  This had to be an adult cock, and again I wondered who this was. As I wrapped my hand around the hot, throbbing shaft I felt fingers slip into my pussy and then begin to smear a mixture of come and my own juices onto my back door.  Another large cock then pressed against my tight hole and began to push into me.

 

I felt shame wash over me again as I realised that I was probably being taken by two adult colleagues while a group of students watched.  I realised I might never know who had enjoyed me, but that they’d know, they would always know and in the time remaining to me at the school they would look at me knowingly and smile to themselves.  The sheer humiliation soon had me gasping and moaning again as I thrilled at the thought of them all knowing me, laughing about ‘silly little Alison and her over-heated pussy’.  I could imagine them sharing jokes about me, giggling at the thought of me stripped and spread for them all to enjoy.

 

I started to come again, my orgasm building rapidly until I cried out and climaxed as the two cocks continued to plough into me.  The cock in my mouth twitched and began to spurt, then was pulled out of my mouth and sprayed hot jism across my face.  I heard another burst of laughter, as I was humiliated still further, then the cock in my bowels emptied into me. 

 

I lay across the chair, waiting.  I had been left alone since the last cock had climaxed.  The music in the headphones continued, I was still wearing the blind fold.  Suddenly the music stopped and I head Adam say, “You can get up now, Alison, they’ve gone.”

 

I stood, shakily, and removed the headphones and blindfold. I blinked under the strong, white lights of the changing room and looked around me.  The room was empty apart from Adam and me.  He grinned at me, “Enjoy that?  How’s your hot little cunt now?  Feeling better, I bet.”

 

“Jesus that was something else!”  I grinned back.  “How many were watching today?”

 

“Must have been fifteen or twenty, not counting the ones who paid to have you.  They all seemed to enjoy themselves!”

 

I sank down on a nearby chair, still stunned at the thought of all those young boys examining my body, some of them taking their pleasure with me.

 

“And you’re not going to tell me who they were, are you?”

 

He grinned triumphantly, “No! You’ll just have to try and guess.  Now why don’t you have a quick shower before classes start?  You’d better be quick though, unless you want an audience of third-year boys watching you.”   He giggled.

 

I quickly showered, washing the come from my body, then dried myself and started to get dressed. Of course my nice, satin knickers were nowhere to be seen, and my bra had been torn by the rough hands of my first lover.  I took it off and slipped it into my handbag, then put on my skirt and blouse before applying a little make-up.

 

“I’ve got to go, I’ll see you later.”  Adam announced calmly, then left the changing room.  I quickly left the area too, anxious to getaway from the scene of my latest shame.  I glanced around nervously as I left the sports wing, sure I was unseen by anyone.

 

I began to make my way back to my own classroom, where I had a spare pair of knickers in my hold all.  I was almost there when a group of fifth-year girls ‘rounded a corner and marched towards me.  I recognised them at once, five of the roughest girls I had ever encountered anywhere.  Their leader was a small, blonde girl called Sharon.  She was a member of one of the most notorious families in the area and was herself renowned for her toughness.  They spread themselves out across the corridor, barring my way.

 

“Come along girls, move along now.” I ordered.

 

“Fuck you, slut!”  Sharon barked, the others giggled.

 

“I beg your pardon?  Sharon behave yourself or I’ll put you on report, now clear the way, all of you.”  I snapped.  The others shifted around nervously, Sharon simply sneered at me.

 

“You’re a fine one to talk about behaviour, aren’t you?”

 

“What is that supposed to mean?”

 

“We know what you did with the boys at lunchtime, don’t we girls?”  The others giggled.

 

“I don’t know what you mean.” I stammered.

 

“’Course you do, you remember, in the boys changing room, at lunch time.  You were there giving them all a good time.  I bet you thought no one saw, but you’re wrong, because we did, didn’t we girls?”

 

The others chorused their agreement, “Yeah, right.  Dirty bitch. Yeah, we saw all right.”

 

I felt panic rising in me.  “Look, Sharon, you’ve obviously got hold of the wrong end of the stick here.  Now why don’t you go on your way and we’ll say no more about this.”

 

She laughed out loud. “Say no more about it?  I’m sure Mrs. Roberts would like to know all about it, wouldn’t she?  That dirty old lesbo hates you, and she hates anyone who’s straight.  I bet if I went to see her, told her all I’d seen you doing she’d want to say a lot about it, what do you think?”

 

The panic in me rose further.  I felt cornered.  Sharon’s threats to go to Mrs. Roberts were real, and very worrying.  Margaret Roberts was acting head teacher, and a more withered, bitter woman would be hard to find.  I didn’t doubt she’d take Sharon at face value.  Knew what a vindictive old bat she could be.

 

“What do you want?”  I asked simply, acknowledging my defeat.

 

“Well, I thought we could have a little chat about that.”

 

“Oh yes?”

 

“Yes, but not here.  Too many eyes and ears around here.  We need to go somewhere private, say, your flat, yes?”

 

“My flat?  No, no you can’t go there.”

 

“I think you’ll find that it would be easier in the long run if we talked at your flat.  Now you don’t want to argue with me on this, do you, Miss?”

 

I gritted my teeth and shook my head.  She grinned at me.

 

“Good.  Now you give all of us passes out of school for the afternoon, and give me the keys to your flat, and we’ll meet you there after school, ok?”

 

“Passes?, keys? You mean you want to go to my flat now?  Without me?  No! I won’t allow it.”

 

“Suit yourself.  Mrs. Roberts’ office is this way, right?”

 

I was completely defeated.  And she knew it!

 

“Wait. Look, ok, I’ll give you passes out of school, but not my keys.”

 

“No fucking deal.  Passes and keys or we start talking.  Any more fucking stalling from you and we’ll have your car keys too.”

 

I felt my face colouring, my skin felt hot.  I had no choice. I nodded at her, then dropped my head.  They followed me back to my class and watched as I wrote out passes which would excuse them from school for the afternoon.  They snatched them from me with delighted grins, then Sharon held out her hand.

 

“Give me the fucking key then.”

 

I delved into my handbag, found my key ring and handed her my front door key.

 

“How do you know where I live?”

 

“I know where all the teachers live.  You never know when that will come in useful.  See you later!”

 

They all skipped happily from my class, leaving me alone to consider the consequences of this latest turn.  As the bell rang to signal the start of lessons I remembered I was still without knickers.  I quickly retrieved my spare pair from my hold-all and pulled them on, only just managing to smooth my skirt back into place before the first few students strolled in.

 

All afternoon I was haunted by thoughts of Sharon and the other girls. What had they seen?  Had they seen anything at all, or had one of the boys simply told them?  If this were the case I could deny it, call their bluffs.  They hadn’t seen anything, were just repeating what one of the boys had fantasised.  Let them go to Margaret Roberts, I’d look then in the eye and call them liars.  By the end of the afternoon I had convinced myself that they were bluffing.  Adam had assured me that no one would be able to get in to the changing room while I was in there, so they couldn’t possibly have seen for themselves what had gone on in there.

 

Feeling much more self assured, I made my way to the school office to check any messages before I left for the day.  I started to sort through a pile of envelopes, checking for anything for Alan or me. I was concentrating on my task and not really paying any attention to what was going on around me.  I knew other people were coming and going, but I paid them no heed.  And then I noticed a familiar smell.  It was sweet, cloying.  Part of my brain recognised it, but for a moment I couldn’t think where I’d smelled it before.  Still concentrating on the letters I began to think where I knew the smell from.  And then with horror I remembered.  The changing room, lunch time.

 

I looked around at the other people in the room. Several were women.  I discounted them at once.  A couple of older male teachers, none of whom were taking any notice of me.  I looked straight into the eyes of the school caretaker, Mr. Bridges.  He smiled at me knowingly, then winked.  I felt my face suddenly burn with shame as I realised the truth.  He had been the one who had enjoyed me that lunch time.  I realised that the smell was due to his constant exposure to the cleaning chemicals stored in his quarters.

 

I looked at him and felt a wave of revulsion wash over me.  He was a figure of ridicule among the staff at the school, particularly the women teachers.  Universally regarded as a complete pervert, he was always sneaking around the school, often in the area of the girls changing rooms.  He was in his fifties, overweight, always sweating.  He always wore blue overalls, which were dirty and greasy.  His fat face was dominated by a large mouth, which had rubbery lips, and he peered at the world through thick, pebble glasses.

 

I knew of no woman in the school who could bear to be near him, and yet he had taken his pleasure with me that afternoon.  I felt sick.  I looked away, trying to compose myself.  I pushed the bundle of letters back into the post tray and turned to leave.  Before I could reach the door however, Mr. Bridges called out to me.

 

“Miss Richards.  Oh, I’m glad I caught you before you went home.  I understand you have a leaking pipe in your stock room.  If you show me where it is, I’ll have a look at it for you.”  He grinned at me, slyly. 

 

I looked at him blankly for a second.  I had no knowledge of any leaking pipe, and then realisation dawned on me.  He was making his way over to me, a lecherous grin on his sweaty, fat face.  I almost told him to go to hell, but then I quickly realised the possible consequences of offending him.  Fighting back waves of nausea, I nodded to him then slowly began to walk back to my classroom.  He followed close behind, I could hear his laboured breathing as he climbed the stairs and could almost feel his eyes as they raked across my body.  Finally, he followed me into my classroom and closed the door behind him.  I turned to face him.  He looked so self-satisfied it was all I could do not to hit him.

 

“That was a nice little show you put on at lunch time. Alison.”  He chuckled.  He was enjoying himself enormously, sure enough of his position and my compliance to use my first name, something he never did with any teaching staff.  “I must admit that when young Adam came to me and offered me some entertainment if I helped him find a quiet place I wasn’t sure if he was joking or not.  But sure enough, there you were, all nice and ready.  It’s been a while since I had a nice bit of stuff like you.  I like ‘em young, you know, like to feel all that nice firm flesh and that soft skin.  You’ve got a good body on you, I can tell you that.”  He chuckled again.

 

“Look, Mr. Bridges, I really have to be going I’m afraid.”  I stammered.

 

“No, I don’t think so Alison.  I don’t think you’re going anywhere for a few minutes yet, are you?”

 

“I er…”

 

“You see, like I said it’s been a while since I had a nice bit of stuff like you, and I could just do with another go.  So why don’t you come over here and be nice to me, hmmm?”

 

“Please, Mr. Bridges, I really do have to be going.”  I pleaded, panic and revulsion rising in me.

 

He laughed softly to himself, “Please yourself.  You know I’m going to have to speak to Mrs. Roberts about what happened, don’t you?  I’d be failing in my duty to the school and its’ students if I didn’t.”  He said, pompously.

 

“Please, Mr. Bridges, I really don’t think you need to do that.”

 

“Well that depends, doesn’t it?”  He raised his eyebrows, then looked me up and down.

 

“I see.”  I sighed, “OK, you win.  What do I have to do?”

 

He grinned again, “Come over here and be nice to me.”

 

I walked slowly over to him.  He spread his arms and pulled me into an embrace, and then he kissed me.  I almost vomited as I felt his thick, rubbery lips close on mine, and then he was forcing his tongue into my mouth.  I tried to pull away, but he held me tightly.  Then he thrust his hand between my legs, rubbing at my pussy with his big, rough hands.  He dragged my skirt up, then forced his hand down the front of my knickers and felt for my pussy, his skin rough against my delicate folds.

 

After what seemed an eternity he broke off from kissing me.  I drew in deep breaths of air as he continued to fondle my pussy.  He grunted to himself then reached out with his other hand and began to maul my breasts.  He pulled on the buttons impatiently, trying to open them.  Finally one broke off.  I put my hand over his, gently pushed it away and began to open them myself.

 

“Good girl.”  He chuckled.  “Why don’t you take it all off, let me have a good look at you?”  He pulled his hands from my knickers and sniffed at them.  “Mmm, nice!”  He grinned.

 

Feeling pure loathing and revulsion for that horrible man, I slowly began to undress.  My blouse went first.  His eyes opened wide with lust as he started at my naked breasts.  Then I unfastened my skirt and let it fall to the floor.  He licked his lips as I stood before him wearing only my knickers, stockings and suspenders.

 

“Don’t tell me you’re shy!” He giggled, “After the display you put on at lunch time?  Come on girlie, get the rest off, I’m in a hurry.”

 

I pushed my knickers down to my knees and let them fall to the floor.   He grunted again, then reached out and began to maul both my breasts.  

 

“You’ve got a fine pair of tits, you have.  Nice nips as well.  I like a nice pair of nips, something you can get a grip on.”  He pinched my nipples hard, making me yelp and stand on tip-toe.  He chuckled nastily.  “Such a lot of fuss, just because you have your nips pinched.  Anyone would think I was really hurting you!  You don’t mind me doing this, do you Alison?”  He chuckled again.

 

“No Mr. Bridges.”  I gasped.  He pinched harder, then pulled sharply upwards.  I grabbed hold of his hands, trying to ease the pressure on my stinging breasts, but to no avail.  I was gasping and crying, I begged him to stop, pleaded with him.  He just laughed.  He let go of my breasts suddenly.  I instinctively put my hands over them to ease the pain.  He pulled my hands away roughly, then delivered several hard slaps to each breast, making me moan and cry out loud.

 

“Dirty little bitch, standing there with your cunt out on display for all those young boys.  No shame at all, have you?  Have you?”  He shouted.  I was terrified someone would hear and come to investigate.

 

“No Mr. Bridges.  I’m sorry Mr. Bridges.  I won’t do it again, I promise, Mr. Bridges.”

 

“I don’t believe a word of it.”  He snapped, “I bet given half a chance you’d drop your knickers right in the middle of the class, in front of all of them, wouldn’t you?”

 

“No, Mr. Bridges, I’d never do that, honest!”  I gasped. He slapped my breasts again.

 

“Ha!  You look down your nose at everyone with your ‘butter wouldn’t melt’, wide eyed look, so prim and proper.  And the next minute your bent over a chair, arse up in the air, offering your cunt to a bunch of children.  Not so bleedin’ clever now, are you, now I’ve got you out of your knickers and can give you a lesson on how to behave?”

 

“No Mr. Bridges.”  I mumbled.

 

He sat down in my chair, leaned back and surveyed me through his thick glasses.  He motioned for me to turn around, and I did so, feeling his eyes roam across my naked flesh. 

 

“Lie down on that desk and spread your legs.  I want to have a good look at you.”

 

I did as I was told, opening my legs as wide as I could, exposing myself obscenely for his enjoyment.  He stood and shuffled over to me, then reached out and drew his rough finger tip along my slit.  I shuddered with disgust as he played with my delicate folds.  Then he pushed his finger into my slit.  Despite myself, my utter revulsion and disgust at being there with that awful man, I realised that my pussy was wet.  His finer slipped smoothly into my tunnel, and he chuckled again.

 

“I knew you fancied me.”  He grinned, “I know posh birds like you think you’re above the likes of me, but I knew you really wanted a good seeing to from a more mature man.  I knew you wanted me to do you, and here’s the proof.”  He began to ease his finger in and out of me, then pushed a second one into me.  “See? All nice and wet.  Fucking gagging for it, aren’t you?”

 

“Yes Mr. Bridges.”  I said softly, wanting more than anything to be a million miles away from him.

 

“Well today’s your lucky day, young Alison.  I’ll sit back, and you can suck my knob until it’s good and hard, then I want you to climb on top and fuck me until we both come.”

 

He pulled his fingers out of my pussy, then moved back to my chair.  As I raised myself from the desk he dropped his trousers and underwear and sat back, a smug grin on his face.  I dropped to my knees between his thighs and took hold of his soft cock as it nestled on its’ bed of grey/brown pubes.   I stroked it gently, feeling it start to swell, then I leant forward and took it into my mouth.  My nostrils were filled with his body odour.  He smelled as if he hadn’t washed in months.  He patted my head and chuckled again as his cock swelled in my mouth.  In moments he was stiff and throbbing, his balls tight.

 

“Time for you to go to work.”  He laughed.  I stood then straddled him.  I took hold of his cock as I lowered myself down onto him.  He reached out and began to play with my breasts as I positioned his glans at the entrance to my pussy.  Then I began to sink down onto his cock, my eyes avoiding his.  I slowly sank down until his entire length was inside me, then I began to rock my hips back and forth.  He grunted, then pulled me towards him and began to suck first one breast, then the other.  He reached ‘round and began to stroke my bottom, his rough hands chafing my smooth skin.  Then he pulled my cheeks apart and began to press a finger at my tight hole.  I gasped and he laughed again.

 

“You like it up the shitter, don’t you Alison?  You let one of them fuck you up the arse at lunchtime, didn’t you?  Do you really like it up your arse, or are you just too much of a dirty little slut to say no to anything, mmm?”

 

I continued to grind my hips down onto his, ignoring his jibes.

 

“I asked you a question, Alison.” He growled and delivered a stinging blow to my bottom.  I squealed and gasped.  “Tell me.  Do you like it up your arse?”

 

“Yes, I mean no, I mean sometimes, oh I don’t know.”  I gasped.

 

“Yes, I bet you do.  You’re that sort, aren’t you?  Make out you’re so squeaky clean but when you get going you’re just a dirty little slut, aren’t you?  Are you going to come yet?  You have to come, you know.  I’m not going to let you stop until we’ve both come.  If I come before you I’ll make you fuck yourself with a broom handle until you get there, and I’ll watch every moment.  It’s your choice.”  He suddenly grabbed hold of my nipples again, pinching and twisting, pulling me closer to him.  “And if you try to fake it, I’ll know, right?”  He said through gritted teeth.

 

“Ahh, oh God, oh please stop.  Oh I’ll do whatever you say, just please stop.”

 

He giggled to himself, then let go of my nipples and sat back in his seat again.  I didn’t doubt that he’d follow through on his threat, knew that I would have to work myself to a climax one way or another.  I decided to give him the ride of his life and began to grind my hips onto his with renewed vigour.  I bounced up and down on his stiff cock, desperately trying to stimulate my body to the point of orgasm.  I closed my eyes, trying to shut out the identity of my ‘lover’, imagining it was Alan, or Neil, even Adam or Granddad.

 

I started to respond and felt the familiar feelings begin to stir in me.  My body grew warm and I continued to ride his shaft, my pleasure increasing.  I began to relax, believing that I could climax and keep him happy, and then I felt his cock twitch and begin to shoot his jism into me.  He gasped and moaned, running his hands all over me once again.  I tried to catch the wave, tried to bring myself off, but it was no use.  I felt his cock soften inside me, then slip from my pussy completely.  I opened my eyes and looked at him.  He was looking back at me with malice and humour written across his face.

 

“Oh dear, Alison, you’ve been a naughty girl, haven’t you?  I said you were to come, and you haven’t, have you?”

 

I tried desperately to convince him.  “I was really close, honest Mr. Bridges.  I don’t know if I can though, after lunch time and everything.” For a moment I thought he believed me.  Then he grinned again.

 

“Now don’t be silly, Alison.  We both know a hot little bitch like you can come any number of times, don’t we?  So what I want you to do is to lay back on the floor by my feet and play with your hot cunt until you come, ok?”

 

“Please Mr. Bridges, I really can’t….”

 

“Stop whining and get on with it.”  He barked.

 

My heart thumping and my brain clouded with shame, I lay down at his feet, opened my legs and began to stroke my pussy.  I felt his jism on my fingers and almost retched.  I looked up at him to see his fat, sweaty face covered in a triumphant grin.

 

“I always wanted to see you doing this.” He said happily.  “Stark fucking naked with your hands buried in your hot little snatch.  You fucking that fellow Hughes, then?”

 

I nodded.

 

“He make you do this as well?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“You like putting on a show, don’t you?”

 

I didn’t answer.

 

“Yes, ‘course you do.  Look at you, dropping your knickers for all those boys.  I bet you’re enjoying having it off with me, aren’t you.  I bet you like putting on a special show for me, don’t you.  Tell me how much you like to play with yourself while I watch, go on, tell me all about it.”

 

I felt shame and humiliation stab through me like a hot knife as I realised he was right.  I was starting to enjoy myself. “I like to play with myself while you watch.  I like to spread my legs and show you my pussy, then stroke it until I’m really hot.  Then I like to play with my clit, like this.”  I ran my fingertip over my stiff bud, gasping with pleasure.  “I play with my clit like this all the time, and it always makes me come.  Would you like me to come now, Mr. Bridges?  I’m really close now.  Can I come please, Mr. Bridges, please, please?”

 

He laughed contentedly, “Yes, go on then Alison, show me what you look like when you come.”

 

I immediately started to climax, clamping my thighs together on my hand, gasping and moaning, my body shaking as my orgasm broke over me.  Finally it subsided and I opened my eyes to see him still watching me, still smirking.

 

“Feel better for that then?”

 

I felt my face flush scarlet.  I began to stand, reaching for my clothes.  “Can I go now?”  I asked simply.

 

He stood up, pulling his trousers up and fastening them as he considered my request.  He moved slowly towards me as I clutched my clothes to me.

 

“Turn around.” He ordered.  I turned my back to him.  He immediately pushed me over a desk and began to deliver crisp, hard slaps to my naked bottom.  After more than a minute of stinging blows he stopped, then growled, “Let that be a lesson to you.  Show me your things.”

 

Still wiping tears from my face and rubbing my hot bottom cheeks I turned to face him and held out my clothes.  He quickly found my knickers and stuffed them into his pockets. “I’ll keep these.  Souvenir!”  He laughed, then he casually strolled from my classroom, his laughter ringing in the empty corridor.

 

I was furious!  I wanted to call him back and slap his face.  I was as angry as I’d ever been, angry with Alan, with Neil, with Granddad and Adam, angry with the dirty, disgusting Mr. Bridges and angry with myself.  I pulled on my skirt and blouse, picked up my bags and stomped from the room.  How could I have been so stupid as to have let things go this far, I thought.  Once upon a time this was a game, some adult fun with Alan.  Then I’d let it extend to Neil, then the headmaster, and then so many I’d practically lost count. And I’d done so many things, ludicrous things, debauched things, disgusting things.  Things which had crossed a line, were no longer just a game, now had a serious side. 

 

Adam and Brian had both threatened to tell all if I didn’t obey their instructions, now the caretaker was going to have the same fun.  And then I remembered the girls.  Sharon and her accomplices were waiting for me at my home, waiting to talk to me about my lunchtime in the changing rooms.  Half an hour ago I had convinced myself that they were bluffing, that they knew nothing more than some gossip repeated from some of the boys.  Now my self-confidence was shattered and I was truly dreading what lay ahead.

 

Totally pre-occupied with what I might find in my own home, I made my way to my car.  I threw my bags into the back and then stood, immobile, trying to clear my mind, plan my strategy for dealing with the girls.  I was roused from my thoughts by the sound of laughter behind me.  I glanced over my shoulder to see a group of fourteen-year-old boys standing at the school gate.  They were pointing over at me, clearly highly amused.  And then I realised that while I had been standing there, lost in thought, the wind had lifted my skirt, exposing my pink, naked bottom to their delighted gaze.

 

As they continued to shout and jeer I jumped into the car and sped out of the car park.  I made my way home, still lost in thought.  As I parked my car near to the flat I felt my heart beating rapidly.  My feet felt leaden ad I slowly trudged to my front door, then had to endure the humiliation of having to ring the doorbell of my own home and wait to be let in.

 

The door finally opened and one of the girls, Clare, stood back to let me in. Her face looked slightly flushed, her eyes darting.  I made my way up to the flat and into my living room, Clare followed silently.  As I entered the living room Sharon looked up and smiled at me.

 

“You’re late.  Where the fuck have you been?”

 

“I, er, I had some reports to write, er, thought it best to finish them at school.”  I stammered.

 

“Well I don’t like being kept waiting.  Don’t do it again.”  She snapped.  I glanced around at the others.  They were all looking very relaxed and confident, and then I noticed that they all had drinks of some sort.  A couple had cans of beer, Sharon and two others had glasses of white wine.  She grinned as she saw me take it all in.

 

“Yeah, we thought we’d help ourselves to a drink while we were waiting.  You don’t mind, do you Alison?”

 

The challenge was obvious.  I felt thoroughly defeated.  I shook my head slightly, dreading what was about to come.

 

“You’ve got a nice flat, haven’t you?  Lots of nice things.  We really liked some of your clothes, you know, the posh ones you don’t wear for school.”  The others giggled.  I realised they had spent the afternoon drinking my wine and beer and going through my things.

 

“Is John your boyfriend?”  One of them asked.

 

“Yes.”  I replied.

 

“He writes nice letters to you, doesn’t he?”  She giggled.

 

“You mean you read my letters?  How dare you!  You have no right to do that.  No right to come in here at all.  Going through my private things, get out!  Get out, all of you!”  I ranted at them.  There was a stunned silence for a moment, and then all of them snorted with laughter.  I stood in the middle of my living room boiling with fury.  I grabbed hold of Sharon by the arm and pulled her put of her seat.

 

“You’re going now!”  I shouted at her, dragging her towards the door.  And then she suddenly broke free, twisted my arm and forced it up my back.  I cried out in pain and alarm.  She pushed me into the wall and pinned me there.  I was unable to move, the pain in my arm defusing my rage, clearing my head.

 

I heard the girls giggling, knew I was defeated.  I felt Sharon’s breath close to my ear.  Then she spoke, quietly, decisively.

 

“Now you listen to me, bitch, you’ll do as you’re told and take what you’re given from now on, because if you don’t we’re going to lesbo Roberts and tell her how you fucked some of the boys today. How you stripped off and let them do you.  Shit!  You even let some of them stick it in your mouth.  Dirty fucking bitch.  Now unless you want Roberts to hear all about it, with the names of the boys concerned, you better keep well in with us, yes?”

 

I hesitated momentarily and my arm was forced even further up my back.  I gasped and cried out, “Yes, yes!  For God’s sake, ok.”

 

“OK what?”

 

“OK, I’ll do whatever you say.”  I cried, surrendering completely.

 

In another swift movement Sharon pulled me away from the wall and shoved me, sending me careering onto a nearby chair.  Still recovering my breath I turned to face them, hearing more giggles and guffaws of laughter.

 

“Well look at this, girls!”  Sharon said, her voice contemptuous, “Our high and mighty teacher here has been going around with no knickers on.” 

 

I glanced down and saw at once that my skirt had been flung up to my waist when Sharon had thrown me to the chair.  I was completely exposed once again. I quickly covered myself, feeling my face redden as they continued to laugh at me.

 

“Get up.”  Sharon ordered simply.  I stood, nervously, still rubbing my shoulder as it still ached from Sharon’s expert grip.

 

“You really are quite the dirtiest bitch I’ve ever met, you know that?  Spreading your legs for all the boys, then walking around with no knickers on for the rest of the day.  I bet you couldn’t care less if anyone saw up your skirt, could you?  I bet it wouldn’t bother you if half the school saw your cunt, would it?”

 

The girls laughed.  I felt very small and vulnerable.

 

“Get your kit off.  I want to see for myself what’s so fucking marvellous about your body that you want the world to see it.  Come on, get your stuff off.”

 

I began to open the buttons on my blouse.  Several of the girls snickered and giggled.  A couple opened cans of beer and settled back to watch my humiliation with obvious satisfaction.  I reached the last button, opened it, then drew in a deep breath before opening my blouse and pushing it off my shoulders.  I let it fall to the floor and left it there.  The room had gone quiet.  All five girls watched me intently. 

 

“Will you get a fucking move on!”  Sharon yelled.  “Yeah, get on with it!” One of the other girls chorused.  I opened the fastening of my skirt with my fingers trembling nervously, then let it drop to my feet.  I quickly took off my stockings and suspenders, then stood before them, naked.  My arms hung limply at my side.  There were a couple more nervous giggles, then Sharon stepped forward.

 

She looked me up and down, slowly, then her eyes came to rest on my shaven mound.

 

“What happened to your pubes?”  She demanded.

 

“I shaved them off.”  I said quietly.  She gave a derisive laugh.

 

“Did you hear that girls?  Little miss perfect here shaves her twat!  Is that because you want everyone to be able to see your slit?  Is it?”

 

“No, Alan told me to do it.”  I said before I could think better of it.

 

“Alan?  You mean Alan Hughes?”  She demanded.  I nodded.  “How long has he been fucking you then?”

 

“A couple of months.”

 

“So what about your boyfriend then? What’s his name, John?  What about him?”

 

“I don’t think that’s any of your busin…”  Her hand flew out with blinding speed and slapped me across the face,  “Never fucking mind what you think!  I asked you a question.”

 

“John’s in Australia.” I snapped.

 

“Does he know Hughes is fucking you?”  I shook my head.  “Shit, you’re just a bitch, aren’t you?  Your own bloke is away, so you’re determined to fuck everyone else’s, aren’t you?”

 

I wanted to argue with her, fight my corner, but I knew it was no use.  Instead I hung my head, awaiting my fate.  Sharon continued her appraisal of me.

 

“Tits aren’t bad.  A bit small though.”  She reached out and pinched my nipple between thumb and forefinger, rolling it around.  She walked slowly ‘round me, surveying me.  “I bet the boys love your arse, don’t they?  It looks ok, I suppose.  It’s a bit red though.  Why is it that colour?”

 

“I don’t know.” I lied.

 

“Fuck off!  You know why.  Tell me.  Go on, tell me why your arse is red.”  She laughed.

 

“Because I’ve been spanked.” I said simply.  I wanted to run away, to hide from this dreadful, spiteful girl.  Instead I simply waited for the next shame.

 

“I’ve heard about you.  You know what girls?  She likes having her arse smacked!  No, really, she loves it!  She gets all hot and bothered when someone smacks her arse, don’t you, Alison?  So hot and bothered that she’s fingered herself off with boys watching, haven’t you, Alison?”

 

There were murmurs of disbelief from the other girls.  “Oh yes, you didn’t know about that, did you girls, but it’s true, isn’t it, Alison?  Tell them it’s true, that you let Adam Stuart and his granddad smack your arse, and then you lay down and played with yourself, telling them how you like to be spanked.  Go on, tell them.”

 

I sighed, deeply humiliated and shamed.  “It’s true.”  I murmured. There were startled gasps from the girls.  “No way!” “Fuck, how could you do that in front of anyone?”  “I can’t believe anyone’s that big a slut!  God, I feel embarrassed for you.”

 

Sharon grinned, “So who smacked your arse today the?  Hughes is away, so it can’t have been him.  Was it Adam then?”  I shook my head.  “Well come on then, tell us who it was.”  She laughed.

 

“Mr. Bridges.”  I said, in a low voice.

 

“Bridges!  That dirty old twat?  You let him smack your arse?  I bet he loved that!  Was it over your knickers or what?”

 

“No.  It was on my, er….”

 

“He smacked your bare arse?  Fucking hell! You really do love it, don’t you?  Did he fuck you?”

 

I nodded.

 

“So you stripped off for him and he fucked you.  Did he smack your arse before or after he fucked you?”

 

“After.”  My voice barely rose above a whisper.

 

“Did you play with yourself?”

 

I nodded.

 

“Was he there, watching?”

 

I nodded again.  I felt Sharon’s hand stroke my bottom, slow and gentle, her skin cool against mine.

 

“You just don’t give a fuck anymore, do you?  You’ll let anyone do whatever they want to you, won’t you?  Teachers fuck you, boys fuck you, now even the dirty old perve has fucked you.  And you love it all. Don’t you?”

 

Before I could answer one of the girls said something and the others giggled.  Sharon looked over at them, an angry look on her face.

 

“What did you say?”  She demanded.  The others giggled again, then one of them said, “Fran says you must be a lesbo because you like feeling her arse!”  They all started to laugh, all except Sharon.

 

“Is that right, is it?”  She snarled.  “I tell you whose a lesbo, shall I? It’s Fran.  She’s going to drop her knickers and let the bitch here lick her cunt, right?”

 

I was stunned.  My mind was in total turmoil as I took in this latest twist.  She couldn’t be serious, could she?  Fran’s reaction was similar to mine, although much more vocal.

 

“You can fuck off, Shazzer, I’m not doing any of that lesbo shit.  I don’t care what you say.”

 

“Oh no?  You’d best think again Fran, unless you want to get cut.”  From somewhere Sharon had produced a small knife and was brandishing it in Fran’s direction.  From the look on their faces they certainly believed she would use it to get her way.  Fran stood up, swaying slightly from the alcohol, then smiled at Sharon, obviously trying to placate her.

 

“Shazzer, you can’t be serious! You wouldn’t make me do that, would you?  It was only a joke, and we’re mates, yes?  Look, I’m really sorry, no one in their right minds thinks you’re a lesbo, honest.  Come on, let’s have some more beer and have a laugh, ok?”

 

“Who wants to see the bitch lick Fran’s cunt?”  She said aloud, ignoring Fran’s pleas and not even looking at me.

 

The other girls looked at each other in silence, then the three of them grinned and there was a chorus of “Yeah!  Yeah go for it.  Come on Fran, it’ll be a laugh.  Get your knickers off and let her do it. Come on.”

 

Having looked so tough and confident just a few moments ago, Fran now looked suddenly very small and frail. Her face had gone very pale and she was knotting her fingers together nervously.  I decided it was time to act.

 

“Just wait a minute Sharon.  You’ve gone too far this time.  I’ll do no such thing, the jokes over.  Now all of you get out of my home.”  I started to pick up my clothes.  They all looked at first me, then Sharon, waiting to see how this would go.  I tried to ignore Sharon completely, I wasn’t sure I could look her ion the eye.

 

“Fine!” She said, smiling, “I’ll just go and see Roberts and tell her that you’ve been fucking boys and the caretaker in school today, ok?”  She casually picked up her school blazer and began to walk to the door.

 

“No!  Stop, Sharon you have to stop.  If you go to Mrs. Roberts there’s lots of us will be in trouble.  It’s not worth all that, surely?  Come on now, you’ve had your fun, let’s just forget all about this.”

 

She grinned at me.  “You know I’ll do it if you argue with me again, right?  You say there’ll be a lot of people in trouble?  Fine!  I won’t be one of them, so why should I give a fuck?”  The others, Fran included, laughed.

 

My heart felt like it was trying to burst out of my rib cage, my legs were suddenly shaky, felt unable to support me. I glanced at the others. They were all watching me intently, the tension was palpable.  I knew I was defeated.  I let my breath escape in a sibilant hiss, dropped my head said simply, “OK, you win Sharon.  What do you want?”

 

She turned and looked at me, a triumphant grin on her face.  “Like I said, I want you to lick Fran’s cunt.  Make her come.  Do all that lezzy stuff.”

 

“Shazzer, please.  Please.”  Fran begged.  Sharon ignored her, looked directly at me.  I was first to look away, turning my eyes from her in shame.

 

“OK.” I snapped.

 

“Get on with it then.”  She laughed, “And Fran, you let her do it, or you know what you’ll get.”

 

Fran fell back on the sofa with a frightened look on her face.  The others dropped into chairs, making sure they had a good vantage point.

 

I slowly walked over to where Fran sat and dropped to my knees in front of her.  She looked like a captured wild animal, frozen in place when all her instincts were to run for it.  I slowly started to push the hem of her school uniform skirt up her thighs. She shuddered at my touch.  As the skirt rose higher I could feel her breathing become more laboured.  By the time her pale, pink knickers were visible she was trying not to cry.

 

“Shift yourself down so she can get at you.”  Sharon ordered.  With a sob, Fran moved lower in her seat, pushing her pelvis towards me.  I pushed her skirt up to her waist, then reached for the waistband of her knickers. Her eyes looked terrified as she felt me start to tug on them, her fingers twitched, wanting to push my hands away, wanting to protect her modesty. 

 

I felt my own heart pounding. This was like some sort of nightmare.  I was naked in my own home and being made to indecently assault a young girl while her so called friends looked on, fascinated and amused.

 

As I started to lower Fran’s knickers she gasped.  I looked up at her, her eyes spilling tears down her face.  As I pulled them lower and lower she closed her eyes tightly, trying to shut out what was happening to her.  As her sparse pubic bush came into view the others giggled, then fell silent.  I pulled her knickers down her thighs, over her knees and down to her ankles, where I took them from her completely.  She had clamped her thighs tightly together and her hands were covering her pussy protectively.

 

I felt sick.  I wanted to scream, run away, slap Sharon’s face, anything but put on the show they were all waiting for.  Instead I shuffled forward, gently pushing Fran’s thighs apart and positioned myself between them.  Fran still covered her pussy with her hands, her eyes defiantly closed.  I leaned forward and kissed her inner thigh.  Her eyes flew open and she stared down at me, close to panic.  I gently eased her hands away and leaned in further, planting the briefest of kisses on her bush.  As I did so I heard her whisper, “Please Miss.”  Sharon snickered nastily, then urged me on, saying, “That’s right, get right in there.  I want to see you licking her cunt until she comes.  Get on with it then.”

 

I eased Fran’s thighs further apart and leaned in again, my heart racing.  The only experiences I’d had with a woman had been with Lin, and there hadn’t been many of them.  Now I was about perform on one of my own students, and neither of us were happy about it.  I gave her another kiss on her bush.  She sniffed gently, still holding back tears.  I ran the tip of my tongue over her slit.  I could feel the tension in her young body.  I placed my whole mouth over her pussy and began to work my tongue into her delicate folds.

 

I soon managed to slip my tongue between her pussy lips and found her clit.  Her pussy was completely dry, a clear sign of the fear she was feeling.  I ran my tongue over her clit several times.  I put my fingers on either side of her pussy and gently eased her lips apart, then sucked gently on her little bud.  For a moment she didn’t respond, and then she let out a huge sigh and sank down in her seat.

 

I continued to suck her bud, running my tongue over the sensitive head as it began to emerge from under its’ hood.  She gasped and groaned softly.  I glanced up at her.  She still had her eyes closed, but she had the faint beginnings of a smile on her face.  I ran my tongue down to the entrance to her pussy, pushing in as far as I could.  She sighed again, happily this time, then said softly, “Oh Miss.  Oh Miss, that’s lovely.”

 

The other girls watched in silent fascination.  One of them asked, “What does it feel like Fran, is it good?”

 

“Oh yes!”  She groaned, “Oh it’s lovely.  Oh God, it’s fucking wonderful!”  I felt her hips start to rise and fall, gently pushing my tongue into her rhythmically, her breathing was quickening. I could taste her juices as she became more and more aroused.  I continued to push my tongue into her, but also started to stroke her clit with my finger.  I felt a shudder run through her body as the sensations intensified.  And then she came.  There was no crying or moaning, no screams, she simply sighed and said “Oh!”, then fell back in her seat, a half-formed smile on her face.   As I pulled back from her she didn’t move, stayed slumped in her seat, her skirt around her waist, her legs spread wide, exposing her wet pussy.

 

The others had gone very quiet.  Then Clare said, “Fuck it! Do me, do me now!”  She stood up, dragging her skirt up as she did, then she was pushing her grubby, white knickers down to expose a surprisingly thick, brown bush.  She fell back in her seat, legs wide apart, hips pushed forward.  “Come on then.  I want some of that.  Get to work then.”

 

I shuffled over to her, positioned myself between her thighs and began to kiss and lick at her pussy.  I flicked my tongue over her clit, which was already stiff and swollen.  As I did she let out a long, low moan, “Ohhhhhh yes!  Oh that’s fucking lovely that is.  Mmmmm, oh yes.”

 

In moments she was grinding her hips up to meet my face.  She reached down and took hold of my head with both hands, then held my face still while she rubbed her pussy against me.  I stuck out my tongue and felt it slip easily into her pussy.  I put my thumb against her clit and began to rub it gently.  She gasped and moaned almost constantly, then suddenly she went completely rigid, holding my face tightly against her pussy, her own face contorted, deep in concentration.  Her body began to shake and then she was whimpering and whining as she climaxed.  Finally her grip on my head relaxed and she fell back into her seat, gasping for breath.

 

Once I had pleasured Clare, the others wanted it too.  The three remaining girls, Jennifer, Helen and Sharon all shed their underwear and lay back as I tongued them to orgasm.  By the time Sharon had reached her climax my jaw ached.  I looked around the room.  Five teenage girls, all with their skirts up to their waists and their knickers off.  Five wet, satisfied pussies.  My own had begun to respond, I could feel my clit stiffen.  I hoped they would go soon so that I could relieve myself.  Instead, they wanted more.  I was made to lie on the floor, then Fran moved over to me.  She dropped her skirt, then quickly removed her school blouse and bra, standing over me stark naked.  Then she straddled me and lowered her pussy down onto my face.  She began to grind her pussy down onto my mouth, and I began to lick and suck at her delicate folds.  She gasped and moaned, bucking and writhing on top of me until she climaxed, only to be replaced by Jennifer, who had also shed all of her clothing.

 

As she rocked back and forth on my face I felt hands push my thighs apart.  Then I felt fingers start to stroke my pussy.  I knew I was aroused, knew I would be wet, felt another wave of shame flood though me.  I felt a finger slip easily into me, then heard Sharon’s voice.

 

“She fucking loves this girls, her cunt is soaking, come and have a feel.”  There were giggles from the others, then fingers were stroking and teasing me, slipping into me, playing with my clit.  I moved my hips around, trying to avoid their fingers, all the time licking at Jennifer’s pussy as she ground it down onto me.  They teased and tormented me mercilessly. Hands held my legs wide apart, then my pussy lips were spread and fingers began to rub my clit, whilst others slipped inside my hot tunnel.  I gasped and moaned into Jennifer’s pussy.  She responded by rubbing her slit even faster against my lips.  She rocked her hips faster and faster, then suddenly fell forward, lifting her pussy off my face and gasping, “Oh fucking Christ!  Oh Jesus fucking Christ!”

 

The others laughed and continued to play with my pussy.  Sharon was the next to lower herself onto me.  As she did so she looked down at me and said, “I bet you’d like to come now, wouldn’t you?  Why don’t you play with your cunt? Show us what you like to do, mmm?”

 

As she started to rock her hips I bowed to the inevitable. I reached down and began to stroke my stiff little clit, while my teenage students watched and laughed.

 

“That’s it, keep going.”  Sharon urged, “But you can’t come before me.  You bring me off first, then you can have yours, go that?”  I groaned in response, and they laughed again.  My clit was deliciously sensitive, I could have come right there and then.  Instead I had to wait until my tormentor had climaxed.  I licked at her pussy with a new urgency as I continued to stroke my hard button.  I heard her grunt as she felt my tongue slip across her slit and tickle her clit. I pushed my tongue deep into her pussy, doing all I could to bring her to a quick climax whilst tormenting my own pussy with my fingers.

 

Finally Sharon climaxed, grunting and moaning as she pushed her pussy onto my face.  As she rolled off me she grinned and said, “OK, you can come now.”  And of course, I did.  I opened my legs as wide as I could, spread my pussy lips wide with one hand and gently teased my clit, pushing my bottom as high as I could, exposing myself to my audience.  I pushed two fingers into my sopping pussy, then gave myself over to my climax.  As I slowly recovered I looked up to see Helen standing over me, a broad grin on her face.  "My turn!"  She giggled.

 

They were insatiable.  Time after time I would bring one of them to climax, only for another to take her place straight away.  I lost count of the number of times I was made to pleasure them all.  Finally, as Sharon ground her pussy down onto me for another climax, she rolled away from me with a contented sigh, and I was able to sit up and recover. 

 

Sharon crawled over to her seat and threw herself down into it.  The others were all slumped in their seats, still naked.  Most were sipping from cans of beer or glasses of wine, completely at ease with their own nakedness.  I reached out for the bottle of wine and drank the last few drops, my mouth full of their tastes, my jaw aching.

 

“Go and get some more wine.” Sharon ordered.  Obediently I got up and went to the kitchen, opened another bottle of wine and returned to the living room.  The bottle was snatched form me and their glasses refilled.  Then I was ordered to fetch more beers for those that wanted them.  I sat and watched them as they lounged casually.  For a few moments they had forgotten about me.  But my respite was to be short lived.

 

“You know what?  I think Alison here has done a good job today, what do you lot think?”  Sharon announced.  There were drunken cheers from the others.  “Yeah, a real good job bringing us all off all those times. I think she deserves a reward.”  I immediately felt threatened, Sharon wasn’t the type of girl to reward anyone.  There were more cheers from the other girls.  I held my breath, waiting for Sharon to make her point.

 

“So let’s think; what does Alison here really like?”  She paused for dramatic effect, a sly grin on her face.  “I know!”  She yelled, “She likes to have her arse smacked!  You do, don’t you Alison?  You like having your cute little arse smacked ‘til it’s red, don’t you?”

 

I looked at her in horror.  Would this never end?  “Sharon, no, please, please I’m fine, really.”

 

“Now, now, stop being silly Alison.  We all know how much you like it.  But I think you should tell us all anyway.  Come on, tell us how you like having your arse smacked.  Do it now.”  She growled.

 

I sighed with resignation, “I like having my bottom smacked.  It turns me on.”  I murmured.

 

“No, no, no, you can do much better than that!  Come on, Alison, tell us like you mean it.”

 

I swallowed deeply.  There was no escape, and there was to be no let up in my torment.  “I love having my bare bottom smacked.  I love it when I’m made to go over a man’s knee, and he strokes my bottom before smacking it hard.  And I know he can see between my legs, see my pussy, and I feel so rude and ashamed.   And if he laughs at me, and makes me feel like a silly little girl, I get a special thrill.”

 

The girls were giggling at my confession, enjoying my humiliation.  After a moment or two Jennifer blurted out, “If you like it that much, we could give you a real good slapping, couldn’t we girls?”  The others laughed and cheered.

 

“That sounds like a good idea, Jen.” Sharon agreed, “Who wants to give it to her first then?”  They all clamoured to be the one, begging Sharon for the favour.  Finally, she announced, “I think Fran should go first, after all, she was the one who let herself get licked off first.”  They all laughed again.  “OK, bitch, get over her knee then.”

 

I walked slowly over to Fran and draped myself across her lap.  I felt her hands stroke my bare cheeks, and then she delivered her first blow.  It was nothing compared to what Mr. Bridges and Granddad had given me in the past, but it still stung, and I gasped with shock as the second blow fell.

 

“Tell me, Miss, how long have you been shagging Mr. Hughes?”  Fran asked.  Before I could answer, another slap struck my naked bum.  “Come on, tell me.  I want to know.”

 

“Not long, just a couple of months.”  I gasped.  More slaps.  “Why do you like having your arse smacked then?”

 

“I don’t know.  It just turns me on.”

 

“Are you getting randy now?”

 

“I think so.” I stammered.  The audience laughed.

 

“Let’s see then.”  She pushed her hand between my legs and felt for my pussy.  I felt her finger press against my slit, and then it slid between my lips and entered my tunnel.  “She’s fucking soaking.”  More laughter.  Then more slaps. 

 

After a few minutes of torment at the hands of Fran I was passed on to Jennifer.  She teased my hot skin by running her fingernails across my bottom, then slowly ran her finger tip along the crease of my bottom, tracing the line which lead inevitably to my hot pussy.  As she teased my pussy lips she began to ask her own brand of questions.

 

“How old were you when you lost your cherry?  What was he like?  When did you meet your boyfriend?  Did you let him fuck you right away?”

 

The moment I objected to any of her questions she started to slap my bottom, concentrating on one cheek at a time, or delivering a series of stinging blows to the tops of my legs, not stopping until I answered her, revealing all the intimate details of my life to my young audience.

 

After several minutes with Jennifer, it was Clare’s turn.   The pattern had been set, and she delivered two or three sharp slaps to my cheeks before staring her interrogation.

 

“How old were you when you first let a boy touch your tits?  And your pussy?  When did you first suck a boy off?  Who was the first to see you naked? How old were you when you started to play with yourself?  Tell me all about it.  You like being watched when you play with your pussy, don’t you? When was the first time you did it in front of people?”  I answered every appallingly intrusive question, giving all the details they craved.  They would laugh at certain details, such as when I told them about using a candle to stimulate myself when I was a teenager.  Other times they would insult me, call me vile names as they made me reveal details of how I exposed myself when ordered to, or allowed my bottom to be used.

 

Once they had all had a go at punishing my poor bottom I was made to bring them off again.  Then, after several hours of use and abuse, I was ‘allowed’ to dress and drive them home.  As I dropped Sharon off near her home she grinned nastily at me and said, “I’m looking forward to tomorrow at school.  We’re going to have such fun, Alison!”  Her laughter rang in my ears as she walked away from my car.  I drove home in a state of near exhaustion, desperate now to get to the end of term, desperate to leave the school and escape this game which was now wildly out of my control.

 

The following morning I eagerly checked the day off my calendar.  ‘Thursday’, I thought, ‘End of term, next Wednesday.   Just five more days and I’m away!’  The thought cheered me enormously.  Even though I was in a state of almost constant arousal, it all seemed forced and contrived.  I felt jaded, as though I had experienced all the depravities imaginable, and I wanted to return to ‘normality’.  I thought of John, soon to be on his way back from Australia.  I thought of the flat we would buy, of the fun we’d have getting it just right.  I was ready to leave.

 

My drive to work was overshadowed by the impending threat from Sharon and her gang.  No flirting with workmen that morning.  My heart was pounding as I drove through the school gates and parked my car.  As I entered the school I saw Mrs. Roberts waiting.

 

“Ah, Alison, just the person I wanted to see.  Come with me, would you.”  Without waiting for a response from me she turned and made her way to the head’s office. I followed dumbly after her.  She closed the door behind us and then sat behind the large, polished desk. I remembered how the headmaster had made me bend over that desk, after he’d stripped me and spanked my bottom. I felt my pussy tingle as I remembered how he’d ran his fingers across my pussy lips, chiding me for being wet, then brought me to orgasm, before making me present myself for his pleasure.  I shuddered at the thought.

 

I was brought sharply out of my reverie by Mrs. Roberts.

 

“Well now Alison, I have a little job for you, just until the end of term.  Think you can handle that?”  She smiled an acid smile at me.

 

“Well, what is it?”  I stammered.

 

“Simple, really.  Even you should be able to cope with this.  It’s just that we have a group of fifth years, and they’re just about to leave the school, but we have to put up with them until the end of term.  I want you to take them over to the annexe and keep them out of mischief until next Wednesday, yes?”

 

“How many of them?”  I asked, fearing the answer.

 

“Just the troublesome ones, fourteen of them in all.  Here’s the list of names.” 

 

She handed me a piece of paper. My heart sank at once.  She had just sentenced me to five days of pure hell.  Not only was Adam and his friends on the list, together with several other horrid boys, but Sharon and her gang were also there. I was to be locked in a room with my tormentors until the end of term.

 

“Gosh, they really are all the trouble makers, aren’t they?  What do you want me to do with them?”

 

“Just keep them out of the way until we can throw them out next week.  The rest of the staff are just about fed up with their loutish behaviour.  Do whatever you need to do, just keep them over there with you.  Got that?  I don’t want to see or hear from any of your lot ever again, understand?”

 

“Er, yes, er, I understand.  Can I have any help?”

 

“Good heavens girl!  They’re only children!  If you can’t handle a few ignorant yobs on your own then you don’t have much of a future as a teacher.  I can’t spare any more staff on them, you’ll just have to get on with it.  Go on!  They’re waiting for you already.”

 

She ushered me out of the office, a sly grin on her face.  I thought about making a run for it, just going back to my car and driving away, never to come back.  Then I thought about my references.  This was my first teaching post.  It wouldn’t look good if I ran away before the end of term, and if Margaret got wind of what had been going on these past few days I could be in real trouble.  I took a deep breath and made my way to the annexe, a horrible concrete building in the corner of the school grounds.  It was originally used to teach the most difficult children, keeping them away from the rest.  Then they’d taken the worst ones away to a special unit and the annexe had been used for storage and the odd drama class.  Now it was mine!

 

I paused at the door, listening to the voices within, most of them familiar.  I knew what I could expect.  I reached out my hand nervously and opened the door.  There was a moment of comparative silence as the occupants looked ‘round to see who was intruding on their private party, and then there was a cheer and I heard Adam laugh and say, “Come on in, Alison.  Come and join the party!”

 

There was a chorus of laughter as I went inside and closed the door behind me.

 

“Now then, what shall we do to entertain ourselves today?  Any ideas Miss?”