story about school girl(s).......................

spanked by matron or deputy female head

attached electrodes and nipple clamps
then fucked fropm behind by the head
deep wet kissing matron throughout
then licked clean

another time same, but introduce more stuff

...licking out matron maybe

...then minor water sport

then anal rimming
fucking each time a constant feature
...other teachers
spit roast byy them
whipping maybe
then anal proper

Dramatis Personae:
Matron (Agnes) Biggs Matron
Mr (Duncan) Smith - Headmaster
Milly - friens and sort of partner
Ebony - bully and abuser
Jannette - bully and abuser
Mr Prind - Physics teacher
- Chemistry teacher

The first time it happened was a big shock. I mean, yeah ...I DID deserve
punishment I suppose, as I had smashed the trophy case glass by messing around too
near it, but the severity and nature of the punishment took me by complete
surprise. And that is an understatement. That day turned out to be life-changing in
oh so many ways.

I stood in front of Matron Biggs, shaking a little bit under the verbal onslaught
coming from her mouth. She was enraged in a way I had never seen before. She was
the nurse at the highly respected girl's boarding school I was at, but was also one
of the Assisstant Headteachers ...quite a senior position. She was usually so
friendly when you went to see her with period pains or a headache, so I was glad
when I was told that it was her, and not the very stern Headteacher, Mr Smith, that
wanted to see me about the incident. I wasn't too sure about my gladness now. I had
been getting shouted at for around ten minutes, and was accused of all kinds of
irresponsibility and even stupidity.

She said she will inform my parents so that they can pay for the glass, and that
scared me even more. My mum and dad were okay, but sometimes they did spank me if I
did something wrong. It hadn't happened for a couple of years now, because I was in
this boarding school, but I can well remember how much it hurt. I would lose TV and
computer privileges too, the next time I was home. I had been crying for abpout
five minutes, and sniffled many apologies, and begged her not to tell my parents.
She wouldn't listen though.

She asked me what my parents will do when they find out. I was scared and shaking,
and so I told her that I would pay for it, but not in money. under her cross-
examination I told her about the times I was spanked so hard that I bled
..especially that time when my mum used the cane. I was crying and sniffling and by
the time I had renminded myself of all that would happen on my next home leave, I
was truly terrified. Then, I said something that I would later regret. I sobbed and
sniffled, and then said "Please ...I will do ANYTHING if you don't tell my
parents".

There was an alteration in the atmosphere in the room ...a subtle shift in tone or
something subliminal. She was still stern, and still shouting, but something had
changed, but I couldn't be sure of what it was. She did pause a moment to reflect
on what I said, and then straighten in her chair slightly, making her voluminous
breasts (that we all privately skitted her for ..."Here's Titmounds", we would say)
push out further.

"You realise, of course", she started in a cautious voice, "that even if we don't
inform your parents - which I am still very keen to do - that you will have to
receive the same punishment here that you would get at home". The air was still and
tense as I took in what she was saying. We had spoken before today about my parents
strictness, and fondness of spanking, and now I had gone further in that
information, so I think she knew what she was saying. I just stood there in the
silence and imagined my fathers rage, and my mother's occasional cruelty when I was
over her knee, and the extremely hard caning that he would give me that would
prevent me sitting down for days.

"Well?", she prompted. I dropped my head in shame and resignation, nodded my head
once, and mumbled a "Yes, Matron". I didn't see her smile and leer, as I was
staring down at the carpet, counting the little florets that were in the pattern.
There was no sound in the room, apart from the long tick of the grandfather clock
in the corner of this old study. The silence stretched hours and hours, or so it
felt, but then she said in her stern voice, "Very well then, come over here girl".
She had pushed her chair far back from the walnut desk, giving me ample room to
stand before her.

I obeyed, and stood in front of her with my hands clasping each other behind my
back, trying to look anywhere apart from Matron's harsh eyes. Neither of us had
moved for a couple of minutes, and I was wondering how far she would take this. I
could see her heavy chest rising and falling as she took rapid large breaths, and
my legs were shaking a litle. She reached up with her hand and tilted my chin up so
that I had no choice but to look her in the eyes. "Well," she began, "what are you
waiting for". She patted her knees as she said this, and it was clear to me that
she intended to go through with it.

I moved to the side of her so that I could lower myself over her knees, but she
said "Not like that", and swished my dress as she said it, making it clear that she
intended to do this bare-cheeked, as my dad called it. I was scared, but did as she
was suggesting. I lifted the hem on my dress until the top of my milky-white thighs
were revealed, along with my panties . I burned deep crimson in embarassment,
despite her seeing us girls dozens of times even more undressed, and hoped that she
would let me keep my panties on. I looked at her face and saw her staring into my
eyes ...into my very soul. I knew what she wanted - or thought I did - and hooked
my thumbs in the waistband of my panties, ready to lower them for her. But she said
"No, I will do that", and she patted her knees again to indicate that it was time
for my punishment.

She lowered her knees to make it easier for me to flop across them, but then raised
them fully, raising my panty-covered bottom high in the air. My feet and hands
could touch the carpet either side of her, but only just. I was waiting for her
hand to rain down a tyranny of pain, but she surprised me by laying her palm gently
on my bottom. amd began stroking it tenderly. I was confused, but Matron dsaid
"Just trying to find the ideal sweetspot for the punishment, Dear", and with that,
she began stroking and squeezing the globes of my bottom, making little cooing
sounds as she did. I was getting more confused by the minute, but lay there draped
across her knee, and awaited the inevitable pain. I never even considered the fact
that she might be enjoying what she was doing on a sexual level. It was an all
girls school, and although we all jibed each other all the time about being lesbian
- and some plainly were - it never occurred to me that staff might be too.

Her hand slipped indside my panties and started to stroke my skin. It felt
soothing, and perhaps something else merged into that soothing feeling, but I
didn't know what. She lowered her knees again and began pulling at my panties.
"This is it", I thought. I raised myself up so that she could pull them down, and
as I felt them slide down my thighs I gave a little shiver, and for some reason my
little cooch started to itch. I was no stranger to satisfying that itch in the
stillness of the dorm at night, in the privacy of my own bed, but I didn't know
what it was doing itching right then and there.

Once they were fully removed, and as if on some secret command, I tensed my bottom
just as her hand slapped down hard on it for the first time. I was sort of ready
for it, but it still hurt. It was nowhere near as painful as my mum and dad's
swipes with the cane, but I shouted a loud yelp as her hand made contact. She
raised her hand for number two and I tensed myself again. SLAP! ...and I yelped and
twitched and writhed. That one hurt a lot more than the first one. A tear began its
journey down my cheek and onto the floor, and then number three landed, with just
as much pain as the previous one. I shouted out again, and begged her to stop, but
she was the one in full control. As number four made contact with my very sore
cheeks I screamed a little. I hoped no-one could hear my scream, but I suspect that
they did.

As if on cue the side door opened, and Mr Smith's head popped into sight as he said
"Oooh, what do we have here then?". I desperately panicked and tried scrambpling
off Matrons knee, and when that failed due to her holding me down so tightly, I
tried bringing my hands around to cover up my shame. I saw his shoes under my face
as I was pinned to Matron's knee, and then to my horror he started walking around
to my rear. I was draped so high on her knee that my entire bottom and vagina was
on show. I tried again to stand up, but with a "No, girl, you stay just where you
are", I felt a very hard slap to my bottom. The harest one yet. I shouted again in
pain, and cried fully. I heard Mr Smith say "I must say Agnes, you are doing an
excellent job on that little girl's lovely bottom".

As she raised her hand high in the air for numbe six, I resigned myself to my fate.
She said "oh thank you sir" as her hand made harsh contact with my very reddened
flesh. "How many so far, Agnes", I heard Mr Smith ask, "and her reply of "six"
merited the remark "Ah, so just half way through then, eh?"

That took my breath away. Only HALF WAY through!!

I started crying heavier, and I felt Matron's meaty hand start to stroke me again,
and she said "Oh shush girl ...maybe we can reduce that number". I was crying hard,
so didn't really catch what she said, but her hand started to smooth over my bottom
again, but this time it felt wonderful on my very tender bottom. Above me, the
Headmaster and Matron carried on with their conversation. "I love watching this
part" Mr Smith said, to which Matron just replied "not as much as me".

Matron used her hand to push my legs further apart, and although I was embarrassed
at showing them my anus, I didn't fight it, lest I be attacked again. Matron
stroked my bottom, gently squeezing the parts that were not sore, and I was so
grateful or the change of pace that I ignored the fact that the Headmaster was
staring at my twitching anus. I relaxed a little, and Matron noticed, as she said
"That's right girl, just relax and let things happen. That will be for the best for
all of us"

I relaxed further, but then tensed again as I felt her hand slip between my thighs
and her fingers made contact with my wet vagina. I did not know it was wet until
Matron said "oooh! And what do we have here? ...you are all wet down there Dear".
"Really?" I heard Mr Smith ask in surprise. "Oh yes, Donald, see for yourself". She
twirled her fingers around near my entrance, and as she started to wriggle her
fingers around in my slickness, we could all hear the sqishing sounds that a wet
cooch makes when it is being played with. At some point during every single night,
disturbing the still night air of the dorm, that sound was heard plainly by those
still awake, as various girls gave in to their carnal cravings. I did so myself,
sometimes with a mutual friend called Milly. We weren't Lesbo's or anything, but
just mutual friends in the still of the night.

I heard a moan and realised with a jolt that it was from me. Mr Smith said "She
really seems to be enjoying that, Agnes". For her part, Matron answered "Yes she
does, doesn't she". I felt her finger go deeper and I opened my legs a little
further for her. Mr Smith asked "Does that feel good, litttle girl?", and I
couldn't prevent my head from nodding, and an affirmative "uh huh" issue from my
mouth. "Mmmm ...that's good", he responded.

Matron was going deeper and deeper inside me, and at some point she said "She's
been popped". I didn't understand, but then "Duncan" asked "Who have you had full
sex with, little girl?" ...I understood then that Matron had noticed that my hymen
was no more. My Maidenhood, as it actually is, had been torn by my own hairbrush
about a year before.

"WELL?", Matron said sharply. She had stopped her rubbing as she shouted it,
meaning that the pleasure had stopped, and it was clear what the implications would
be if I didn't answer them. I thought for a moment that if I said it had been my
hairbrush then that would be uber-embarrassing. It may also lead to questions as to
who I had been with at the time. I certainly didn't want Milly, my dorm-mate and
occasional co-reliever of stresss, to come under scrutiny. So, I did the only thing
I could do in that situation. "Well", she asked again, and I said "A boy called
Angus, from my village when I went home last Easter". The lie was easy to say, as I
did fancy Angus, but he had shown no interest in me when I threw myself at him.

"Well, well well", Matron said, "we seem to have a little slut on our hands,
Duncan". Mr Smith responded "It certainly seems that way, Agnes". I coloured a
deeper red than the cheeks of my bottom at the lie, and the accusation that I was a
slut. I could do nothing about it though ...it was easier to live the lie than
admit the truth. a few seconds after Mr Smith had spoke, he added in a 'thinking
things through' sort of voice "...although that might not be such a bad thing,
Agnes".

Matron's fingers had resumed their gentle probing of my wet little cooch, and I had
started to squirm a little with the pleasure. Matron added her own afterthought,
"No ...I suppose not". Her slimy fingers had started to moisten up all the area of
my genitals. They would slip in and out of my slimy cooch, and then wander
seemingly aimlessly around my upper thighs, the crease of my bottom, and then
especially my little puckered anus. Each time her finger stroked across that, I let
out a little sigh. Mr Smith broke my reverie by noticing "She seems to like that,
Agnes. Look, she squirms all the more each time you touch it".

I was crimson with shame, but could not deny what he had said. For some reason, it
felt exquisite each time she stroked it. With my vaginal juices making everywhere
down there slippery, and sensitive, the sensations on my anus were intensified.
Matron had been moving my vaginal juices over my anus ever since the Headmaster
made the observation, and now I gasped and moaned really loudly as the tip of her
finger pushed gently inside my anus, and began making small circular motions. "Yes,
Duncan, she has two sensitive and receptive holes", Matron observed.

I was desperately trying to NOT enjoy what she was doing, but I had lost that
battle right at the start of all this. It felt wonderful, and I could feel my
familiar warmth of excitement begin to rise from within me, like the fabled
phoenix. Her finger was twirling about, just at first knuckle depth, and my
sensitive anus loved it. She was touching bits of me that had never neen touched
before, and in ways I never even knew existed.

I was almost unaware of Matron saying "She's ready, Duncan", and omly connected the
dots when I felt The Head kneel behind me, and I felt the head of his willy touch
my virgin cooch. I realised in a flash that I was going to be fucked, and tried to
jump up to run away, but Matron was more than ready for that, and pinned me in
place very firmly, "Oh no, my dear", she chided in a sing-song voice, "you are
going to take his cock all the way up into that tight little twat of yours".

The language shocked me, coming from her mouth, and that shock alone stopped me
saying anything as Mr Smith began sliding the tip of his willy all around my cooch
and surrounding area, and then pushing forwards slightly, applying pressure to my
cooch. I didn't want my virginity to be taken like this, in this sordid way, by
this man that was older than my dad. I wanted it to actually be taken by Angus
...or at least someone in my decade of age, and preferably in a romantic setting,
or at the very least feeling giddy with a bottle of cider in my hand and a teenage
boy at my virginal door.

To lay here and be taken in such a humiliating way was wrong. I was still scared of
the punishment, but didn't want to swap that one for this. "No", I shouted, "don't
do this. Get off me". As Mr Smith continued to use his willy to spread my shameful
juices everywhere, Matron said "Well, you see dear, little sluts don't get the
choice of punishment. Little sluts that fuck boys from their village get what they
deserve, and obviously what they want all along". I was crying again, and
desperately trying to twist myself away fropm Matron's grasp, but she was a big
strong woman, and I was a little slip of a fiffteen year old girl. Well, as it
happened, at that moment I became a fifteen year old woman.

I felt him push harder, and my vagina resisted him as best it could. The problem
with vaginas though, is that they are designed precisely in a way to allow entry of
this sort. It is kind of what evolution has been working on for many millions of
years. So, with only a minor squeal of pain from me, I felt his willy push inside
me. A small bit at the start, and Mr Smith said "Oooh, she's still very tight
Agnes", and Matron rudely commented that "Agus must only have a little cock
Donald ...not like you". After that initial pain I felt nothing as his willy slid
silently annd gently into it. I could visualise what was happening 'down below',
like some submarine in a war movie, slicing moothly through the water. But this
time, of course, his willy was slicing smoothly into me.

It was the first willy I had ever taken, and could only therefore relate it to my
hairbrush, so to my untrained cooch his willy was enormous ...but slowly and
surely, as nature intended, was beginning to feel amazing. I felt it fill me to
capacity as it forced itself deep within me. It started to hurt again about half
way in, and I gasped in pain as much in pleasure, but in just a few short strokes
he had pushed all of his fat willy inside my virgin-no-more hole. I gasped and
groaned loudly as he pushed his way inside me, and Matron said "She's liking that,
Duncan, I can tell".

I could barely think, let alone answer her. Fireworks were shooting off in my mind,
and colours so bright and vivid flashed my brain like the most amazing firework
display of all time. The pain and the pleasure had combined to make a pyrotechnic
show behind my eyelids. As one spark dimmed, several more fired, and soon my brain
was filled with flashes of intense light. My cooch was accommodating his willy
without any problem, and I sent a silent thank you to Milly for breaking my cherry
in a moment of intense passion, that turned into a moment of intense sharp pain. I
had shouted at her that time, and never spoke for a few weeks, but that is all
water under the bridge now. We had made up several times since then, and she was
the closest thing I had ever had to a lover, or even a close friend if truth were
to be known.

As Mr Smith was gently and slowly fucking me in long slow strokes that went all the
wa inside me and bumped up to the entrance to my womb, Matron was still wiggling
her finger in my bottom. The combined feeling of my cooch being penetrated and my
bottom being stimulated made me squirm, and gasp, and writhe, and moan. They were
still talking, giving each other a running commentary on what was going on. "Oh
yes, she definitely likes that, Duncan", she said, to which he replied "She's not
the only one ...her tight cunt feels wonderful ...are you sure you've been fucked
little girl", he asked rhetorically to me.

I was squirming and writhing, seeing hot flashes of colour behnd my eyes, and
therefore was totally unaware that they had physically lifted me up from Matron's
knee and draped me over the desk, on all fours, doggy style, as they call it. They
did it while still maintaining stimulation, so I knew nothing about it. I was
barely able to breathe.

The first I knew of the move was when I felt a tongue begin licking my sweaty face.
It was licking my eyes, my nostrils, and my mouth, and as I registered what was
happening I opened my eyes in surprise. That was when I noticed that I was on all
fours on the desk, while Mr Smith was ramming his willy even deeper and faster into
me, and now Matron was in front of me, licking my face. She was breathing rapidly,
and I sensed rather than saw that she was fingering herself while kissing me. I was
still in pre-orgasmic Heaven, so I had no objection to her using her other hand to
lower my law, and pushing her tongue into my mouth.

Mr Smith was really going at it now, slamming into me hard each time, and I was in
no position to object, on any level. I could feel Matron speeding up her own self
manipulation, and was only vaguely aware of my own building-to-a-climax-warmth.
There was a small part of my brain that registered that all three of us were close
to orgasm, and I was desperate to cum. My body had always somehow known that the
orgasms that I had had on my own, and with Milly, were not the real deal. They were
good, and I enjoyed every single one of them, but being used like this ...like a
cheap fuck-toy, was something else entirely. My tits were wobbling like Jelly,
swinging to and fro on each thrust, and that friction on the inside of my bra felt
nice too. My cooch felt so full and so hot, and my bottom could still 'feel' the
finger that had recently been wiggling about in it. Matron's hot wet kisses, where
we were freely swapping saliva, were also adding to the overall experience. In all,
I was being reluctantly-but-voluntarilly raped by these two respectable
professionals. And I was loving every second of it.

Matron started to let out a deep gutteral growl and her eyballs literally rolled
back into her eyes. This was so incredibly hot - that I could be part of someone
having so much pleasure - that I think I copied her as my own orgasm also arrived.
Matron and I were both moaning and writhing, and I felt Mr Smith jab his willy deep
and hard one last time, and then I felt his willy pulse, and my little innocent
cooch fill with thick creamy cum. We were all cumming at the same time, and even to
this day I think that that was one of my favourite all-time orgasms. Mr Smith
rammed me deep a couple of more times, as I now know he likes to, but then pulled
his slimy willy out of me and came to the front of me.
I looked at it and realised for the first time that it was quite big. Bigger than
other boys that had seen pictures of on the internet. I didnt know why he was
standing there as Matron and I both came down off our mind-blowing orgasms, but he
said "Clean it", to Matron. She shuffled to him and began sucking and licking hiw
willy, removing all his cum, but also mine, from his willy. Despite just cumming, I
watched in rapt fascination as Matron sucked him into her mouth, and I wondered how
she fitted it in there. Then, Mr Smith pulled out of her mouth, pulled up his
triousers, and left through the connecting door to his office as he was fastening
up his trousers.

His departure seemed to be the anti-climactic end to the ultimate climax. Matron
was still on her knees, licking her lips, and I was still on all fours. I had a
cooch full of Mr Smith's cum, and bottom cheeks that were redder than a fire
engine. Matron stood up on shaky legs, and I knelt upright, and we looked at each
other as if to say "what now".

Matron ended the impasse by saying "Get dressed and get out", and gesturing towards
the door. I gingerly stepped down from the desk and retrieved my panties from the
floor, then put them back on. I turned to see if Matron had anythbing else to say,
but he was busy writing things down in the punishment journal. I turned and left,
but just as I was closing the door behind me, she said "And if you know what's good
for you, you will say NOTHING of this to ANYONE".

Now that the pleasure had stopped, the stinging from my bottom was making itself
known again. I didn't know what to do ...we still had two periods left, but I was
in pain, was confused, and I had a cooch full of the Headmasters cum. This was new
ground for me on OH so many levels. I knew the dormitory doors would be sealed
during class hours, as they always are, but I also knew that some girls snuck out
and then in again during the twighlight hours. Mostly to see boys, but with a
genuine laugh out loud that I tried to suppress, I realised that there was a good
chance that I wouldn't have to sneak in and out for that particular activity. I had
a niggling feeling that I wouldn't be hearing the last of being disciplinesd by
Matron and Sir.

I didn't know where the secret entrance, or whatever it was, was located, but I
knew that it brought them up the back stairs, near the upper washroom. I had
decided not to go into lessons, and take a soothing bath instead. I mean, what was
the worst that they could do ...send me to Matron for punishment?

I went out the side door and ducked under each window I passed. I made my way to
the rear of the building until I was standing underneath the rear dormitory window,
not far from where my bed was located. There was a door here, but that would
obviously be locked, and the windows looked to be impenetrable. I pressed the door
handle as much in frustration as anything else, and the door opened inwards. Huh, I
thought to myself. What on Earth would that be doing open? I entered the door and
found my way effortlessly upstairs, and into the empty dormitory. It would be a
while before I figured out that the caretaking and maintenance staff left that door
permanently unlocked because it was THEM that the girls were sneaking out to see
each night.

I sat down heavily onto my bed, and screamed in pain. My punished bottom really did
not want me to ever do that again. So I lay down gingerly on my back, and that was
much better. I was still in a bit of a daze at the turn in events. I had been
naughty, yeah sure, but then the punishment was barbaric and harsh, all things
considered. And then the Headmaster coming in and servicing me against my
will? ...Wow!

As I relaxed, my mind remembered the feeling as I was spanked, and then the feeling
of being fondled. I couldn't tear my mind away from the fact that I had been raped.
But neither could I disown the thought that I had enjoyed it. Even the spanking was
getting me wet between my legs, and I think the last spank set off the floodgates
of my eyes AND my cooch. I idly lifted the hem of my dress and slipped my hand down
the front of my panties. I was a hot gooey mess. My pubic hair was matted and
sticky, and as my fingers slipped lower and tilted them back up and into myself I
gasped loudly. My God! ...the feelings from my cooch were ten times stronger than
they had ever been before. My cooch was now a COOCH ...capitals and far more grown
up then this morning.

Mr Smith's mess was inside me, and although I had nothing to compare it to, I think
it is safe to say that when he came, he came a lot. The feelings from my Cooch were
blissful. As I gently stroked myself I remembered the feeling of his willy deep
inside me, and the feeling of him rocking my body to and fro with heavy thrusts
that nearly knocked me off balance each time. Then I remembered him ordering Matron
to clean his willy, and her doing it. She had sucked and licked away my girly-cum,
and his man-cum, without the slightest hesitation. She even smacked her lips in
satisfaction after she had finished.

I therefore started to wonder if it tasted good. If it was good enough for Matron,
shouldn't it be good enough for me? I reluctantly pulled my fingers out of my cooch
and brought them to my face. They looked wet and slimy, and as I held them to my
nose they had a smell that I cannot describe, but filled me with a little tingly
thrill. I breathed deeply and savoured the smell, and by mistake touched my lips
with my slimy fingers. I jumped in shock, but then figured "what the Hell", and
slid my tongue between my lips t taste it. There wasn't enough there to taste, so
with SOME trepidation, I put one of my fingers into my mouth and sucked on it.
There was not a strong taste ...nowhere near as strong as the smell, anyway.

I dipped my fingers back inside my Cooch and again brought them to my face. I wiped
the cum on my upper lip, just inderneath my nose, so that I could enjoy the smell
of his cum as I sucked on mky fongers. IT smelled nice,and inmproved the flavour
too. Over and over again, I dipped my fingers into my cooch and sucked them clean
again ...just like a slut would do, I thoujght with a smile. By this time though,
my cooch was reluctant to release my fingers each time, so it turned into a nicve
long leisurely masturbation sesssion. I lay there on the bed, dress hiked arounfd
my midriff, bucking my hips and forcing my fongers deeper then trhwey usually
travelled, until with flashes of colour that I had only ever experienced one time
before - just an hour earlier - I came with a squirt of juice that sprayed high in
the air and landed on and beyond the bottom of my bed. I had never done that
beofre, but the feeling annd after-shock felt just SO good, that I resolved to do
this every day. I fell aslepp, just like that with my fongers inside my cooch,
until with a panic I awoke hearing the sound of girls coming into the dorm. I sta
bolt upright and spun to my right and landed on the floor, and as excited gorls
filled the room I just stood up as if I had only just got back.

*****

I was in first period chemistry when I got the message to go to Matron's office
from the pupil-for-the-day. With lots of "oooh" sounds, the girls watched as I
stood up, put my things in my bag and started to leave the room. The chemistry
teacher said haughtily "you can leave your things there, you will be returning".
But I ignored him and continued walking. He stood up to his full unimpressive
height and was about to give me a detention or something, but the pupil-for-the-day
said "Actually Sir, she is to bring her things with her". That shut him up. The
rest of the girls were exchanging looks and whispers at my predicament. I was not
disliked or anything, but I was not one of the popular gorls either, so they were
proabbaly glad it was me heading towards punishment. Milly gave me a nervous look
as I passed her. I had told her about the spanking that I had got in punishment,
but nnot the other stuff. I even showd her my bottom, and she told me that it was
starting to bruise already. As I walked out the room I worried just how much
punishment it was about to get, and how it would cope.

I knocked at Matrons door, but heard no response, so I thought "stuff it", and
entered anyway. We are not meant to do that. Matron was sat at her sels, and looked
up and raised an eyebrow at my intrusion. I tried to cover my cheekiness by saying
"Sorry Matron, I thought I heard you say come in". She smiled and said "Oh did you
now".

She pushed her chair well back from the desk, as she had done yesterday, and just
sat there with a smug smirl on her face. I think I knew thwhat she wanetd me to do,
but I played dumb. After a minute of the staring standoff, she said "Well, you know
what you need to do now". I sighed and walked to her side of the desk, and stood in
front of her with my hands behind my back. I had read somewhere that that posture
shoewed your opponenet that you had no fer of them. I wasn;t sure that this was the
case in this instance, because I was absolutely terrified, and was shaking.

"I see that you were absent for two lesssons yesterday afternoon", she said, and
then followed up with "So where did you get to?" I didn;t want to get anyone into
trouble by telling Matron about the ack door that should have been locked, so I
lied again and said "I hid in the bathroom until my bottom stopped stinging". She
smiled openly at this, clearly pleased with her handiwork.

"And did it stop?", she asked. So I replied honeslty that it did not stop, andnor
had it stopped yet. Sh raised an ayebrow again, and said "Let me see". I did not
want to expose my bottom to her again in case she spanked it again. It really did
hurt a lot, and I would have had to defend myself if she tried to hit it agian.
When I didn;t nmove she said "Do it ...turn around". I still didn;t turn around,a
and so she sighed and added "oh all right. I won't hurt it"

I turned around so I was facing away from her, and she pushed genmtly between my
shoulderblades. urging my to bend over her desk., I resisted, but she pushed harder
and said "Now, or I will withdraw my agreement not to hit it again". That did the
trick, and so I lowered myself to her desk, and then lower still until my whole
frontwas laying flat on the desk. THis put my sore bottom sticking lewdly in the
air. I felt her reach down and lift the hem of my dressup and over my back, leaving
my panty-covered derriere on display. I expected to feel the delicious feeling of
my panties being lowered, but instead I felt them lifted, forcing the material of
my panties into my crease.

"My, my, my" she said. "Perhaps I was a bit too harsh with you yesterday ...you
seem to have quite a lot of bruising there". I didnt repond. What I wasted to say
was "A BIT too harsh" in a sarcastic tne, but I remained impassive as she ran her
fingers along each ot the wlets, and fitted her hand into one of the handprints
that she had left behind. I was sore, but like yesterday her cool hands felt
pleasant. she tenderly sroked my cheeks and sighed deeply as she did so. Like
yesterday, I think she was becoming aroused.

She leaned adwn and began to rain delicate gently kisses on to my bottom cheeks,
and they felt nice too. She used her hands to part my cheeks, but I ws a little
uncomfortable doing thjst with her right there. My most imtimate of places -
everyones I suppose - was hiding between my cheeks, and so I tensed tight, closing
my cheeks again. She prised them apart again fiorcefully, and when I tensed again
she slapped me medium-hard on my right cheek. I shrieled, as it hurt. even though
it was only half-hard. I forced myself to relax aain, and my cheeks flopped open,
revealing my puckered ring to Matron.

I felt her warm breath on my anal entrance, and I could ghear her breathing in
deeply through her nose. I hadn;t showered that morning, because I did manage to
get my soothing bath late last night, and so I was a bit unsure how I would smell.
Not good, I would think. She breathed in again and again, smelling my body aroma,
and she said in an almost whisper "mmmmm ..you smell so good". I was puzzled,
because I thiouoght thsat there was no way that a bottom - especially an unshowered
bottom that had used the toilet that morning - could EVER smell nice. But still she
continued smelling me for another few moments, then two things happened at the same
time.

One of the things was the side door to Mr Smiths office opened and he popped his
head around the corner, saying "oh good. The littlke girl is back, and so soon. She
MUST be a little slut after all". He had comeinto the room fully by then. He had
been opening his fly and pulling out his thick willy, and when he saw the
expression on my face because of the second thing that had haoppoened, he said with
some glee "Oh ands I can see what you want to do". With that, he approached my face
with his willy and poushed it into my unresisting mouth. On some sort of primal
instinct, I closed my mouth around it and he began to move in and out in small
motions. Now I was getting my oral cherry popped, I thought to myself. The feeling
wasn;t that bad actually, and his groin smell made it even more titilating. There
was no particular taste, as such, but whatever change in flavour in my mouth was
not unpleasant. I was in no posotion to refuse him anyway, on any level, and I
reaslised that from his perspective, he was right in thinking I was a slut. I told
him yesterday that I had already been fucked a year ago, and I was only fifteen
now. And now, today, as he apporoached me with his willy I opened my mouth fully
for him.

My moth openening wide was because of the second thing that happened as he walked
into the room. Matron had been smelling my bottom, but then I felt the most
Heavenly feeling as she began licking my anus. I was so shocked that she would do
such a thing that I didnt react when the Headmaster came into the room. And as he
approached me with his willy I felt the strangest euphoric feeling as Matron pushed
her tongue all the way into my anus. She actually had her tongue inside my poo-
chute, as Milly called it, and was rotating it round and round. It was like her
fingertip yesterday, but about a hunfdred times more intense. As she entered my
bottom, my eyes and mouoth flew open of their own accord, and Mr Smith took the
opportunity of an open mouth in his stride, and began face-fucking me.

To say that the past 24 hours had been surreal would be a huge understatement. Less
than that, I was standing in this room wondering hos my parents would react to my
naughtiness, and fearing what they would do. And now, actually only nineteen hours
later, I had Matron's tongue licking inside my bottom, which felt incredible, while
the Headmaster was feeding me his willy. The sounds were surreal too. Matron was
making slurping sounds, and her breathing was very audible. And for his part, the
Headmaster was making small moans, and occasionally encouraging things like "Oh
yes, that is right little girl", and "Oh you're good". I think he liked the "little
girl" thing ...some dort of extra thrill perhaps, knowing that he was indeed
fucking a little girl, and that it was highly illegal.

With a finakl few licks of my anus, Matron pulled away from my bottom and came
around the desk and knelt next to Mr Smith. She looked at his willy disappearing
and reappearing time after time, and licked her liups subconsciously. She was
obviously into little girls as well as aging men. She used her hand to gently
separate Mr Smith's groin from my face, and as it ulled out, she gave it a few
sucks. It looked so erotic, her sucking his willy right in front of my eyes, that I
became mesmerised by it.

She pulled back, and just idly started to stroke it instead, as she turned her face
towards me. I was so entranced by her lewd spectacle that I didn;t objust at all as
she used her tongue to lick over my lips, and nose, and eyes ...just like
yesterday. But this time there was no mistaking the smell of my bottom on her
breath. In the cold light of day, I have no doubt that that would have turned my
stomach. But in this new day new me era, it aroused me deeply.

Once, when Milly and I both felt aroused at the same time, we jhappended to be in
adjoining toilet stalls. I slipped underneath the dividing wall and there we were,
both with sticky little fingers, and both keen to get off on each other. I knelt
between her knees and slid the fongers of one hand into her sopping cooch, and the
fingers of my other hand into my own. As I began fingering both of us at the same
time my rate of breathing increeased with the exersion, and to prevent makingh too
much noise I was breathing through my nose. The smell of Milly's poo, sitting there
lewdly in the toilet, became a muscle memory thing. While I fingered us both to
oprgasms, and stared at her poo the whole time, wishing I had the courage to reach
in to holld it. I never tod anyone about this, of course, and I even forgot about i
myself. but now, with the smell f my bottom on Matron's tongue, it came back with a
sharp pang. Opening my mouth and allowing her now smelly tongue into it seemed the
right thing to do, so that is what I did.

With a final sighing "good girl" from Matron, we began wet kissing. I sucked the
saliva from her tongue, and she did the same from mine. I heard Mr Smith say
"That's hot", but we didn;t care. The kiss itseklf was dirty and taboo, and of
course dlicious. I felt Mr Smith walk around behind me, ready to put his thingy
inside my cooch, but Matron broke the kiss and siad "No ...I need something this
time". With that, she stood up and went to a small settee that she had in her room.
She pulled something at the bottom of it and pyulled out what torned out to be a
sort of mattress that was attached to the settee. I think they call it a futon, or
something, but wither way, all of a sudden there was a large double bed, appearing
as if by magic.

Mr Smith lowered my panties to the floor, and I sepped out of them as he helped me
stand up straight again. My dress flopped back down with gravity, and in a mirror
on the back wall I saw the Headmaster standing behind a perfectly normal and decent
scholgirl. You couldn;t tell at all that I wasnt wearing any panties, and that I
had just had my arse licked out while my mouth was being fucked as if it was a
cooch. I was a bit scared at the pasce of things, but was so aroused that I walked
unaided to the 'bed'. Matron starte to unfasten my dress, and I started to help
hher as sthere were a lot of buttons. But when only three or four were undone, she
slipped it off my shoulders in a way that we were told never to do ("always use the
buttons, girls, always the buttons"), and slid it all the way down my body until it
pooled on the floor.

"Oh I say Agnes", the Headmaster said in awe, "She really is a beautiful little
girl". I redenned a little, but felt a little proud that such an impoortant man
found me attractive. I was standing there in my white bra and sensible panties, but
knew that they were about to be removed as they both made a beeline for me. Matron
lowered my panties down my thighs, sniffing and nuzzling my pubes as she did, while
the Headmaster reached around my and unclasped my bra. As he pulled the material
away, revealing my fairly decent breasts, he let out a long "ooooh" sound. I looked
down and saw my nipples crinkle around the edges abd darken, and begin to protrude
even more than they had been doing. They liked being on show for Mr Smith. He
reached out and took my nipples between his thiums and forefungers, and he
squeexzed them both. I gasped and moaned, not realising before just how erotic
breasts could be, and then he squoze again and again, harder each time. So hard in
fact that it physicallt hurt, but rather than stop he just did it again and again
and again. Then, without any warning whatsoever, my knees buckled from underneath
me as an orgasm roared throuh my body. Matron never let me fall, and as I rode out
my porgasm under th epainful pinching of Mr Smith, my pussy leaked and leaked, and
began soaking my socks as it dribbled down my inner thighs.

I didn't know why or how I had orgasmed, but it felt wonderful. It would be some
time before I caught on to the fact that pain and pleasure are bound
companions ...two flip-sides of the same coin. Nerves get 'hurt', but of course
when it is gentle then it is pleasure that the brain registers. Intensity, in the
right surroundings, gets reported in exactly the same way. My nipples would hurt
the rest of thge day, I would learn, but that night they would hurt in just the
right way, and I would seek out Milly and teach her something new.

I was a trembling kitten as I was laid down on my back on the makeshift bed. I
heard doors being properly locked - which never is usually needed - and watched as
both Martron and Mr Smith removed all their clothes. As sthe stripped naked I could
see their arousal. With Mr Smith, it was obvious. But even Matron's very large
nipples on her very ample breasts were straining and bulging. Seeing Mr Smith
totally naked was a little strange, as I had never seen a man naked before. Tan
lines were evident, as were creases and flabby bits like his bottom and around his
midriff. Matron loiked more 'normal' to me, as I had seen lots of girls and women
naked over the years. As she trurned toward me I saw her glistening hairy cooch,
and as she saw me staring at it, she said "I really hope you like this dear,
because one way or another you are going to get it".

I had raised my knees and opened my legs anyway, but now Mr Smith hooked his arms
underneath my knees and raised me until my bottom was completely off the bed, and
then shuffled forwards until his willy made contact with my cooch. That was fine,
but it was Matron's actions th=at were worrying me. She had come and stood abobe
me, above my face, and had started to finger herself. It was erotic to ewatch, but
I wondered if there was anything else about to happen. We had all heard about how
women love each other, although none of them had ever mantioned getting their
arsehole licked, and I wondered if that was what was going to happen now. Just as I
felt the head of Mr Smiths willy broach my cooch, and push my lips apart, Matron
lowered herself untim her cooch was an inch above my face.

Her smell was very strong. And I DO mean VERY strong. Even in retrospect, many
years later, I think I would regard her genitals as the smelliest genitals I ever
got to smell ...and by the end I would smell MANY of them. Another one - a sweeter
one - that very night.

Despite the very strong smell, the sight of her inner folds was fascinating. I had
seen so many vaginas that I thoiught I had seen them all, but of course I had never
seen inside one before. Not even my own. The longer she hovered there, the more it
would distend and change shape right above me. Mr Smith's willy pushed inside my
very tight cooch, and he remarked on hoiw beautifully tight it was. As he began
moving it in and out of me, very nocely by the way, I stuck my tongue out, the way
I know I was supposed to, and swiped it aling the hairy slit that was there. with
another "Oh good girl" from Matron, and a confirming "Yes, she is, isn;t she" from
the Headmaster, she loeerde herself onto my face and my tongue began swishing about
isode her big cooch. The smell was strong butu arousing, and the taste strange but
pleasant, and as she started to rock to and fro on my face her nbreathinga nd moans
filled the room.

Less that twenty hours ago I was in this room as a penitent. Now I wasn;t sure what
I would be classed as - apart from little girl or slut, of course - but I was
laying underneath Matrons juicy and leaking vagina, whikle my Headmaster pushed hiw
fat willy in and out of my cooch. To be honest, I think I was happiest then than at
any other time of my life up til that day. Finally, I fitted in. A strange role to
have perhaps, but I knew that I was exaclt ythe right person to be in this
position, and on some level I knew that the pair of them had hit golddust with me.
A compliant 'Little Girl' that they could abuse over and over, and that wouldnt
complain or tell anyone.

Matron was writhing on my face, and my nose had found its way up there too. I could
feel her juices forcing their way into my nose, filling my nostrils, and forcing me
to breathe through my mouth. Her jusices were flowing fairly freely into my mouth,
and I had to either swallow or choke. The taste f her juices was strng and bitter,
but it would be a while before I realised that she peed a little as she orgasmed. I
could feel her shake and shiver and tense up as the forst orgasm hit her, but then
she continued to ride my face with more fervour. Every couple of minutes she would
shake and shiver, and tense up, and cum into my mouth with her bitter sweet micture
of juices. For my part I was enjoying pleasing Matron, but was really loving the
long slkow fuck I was getting from Mr Smith. I came in mini-orgasms tewo or three
times during the fuck, and as he started ramming it into my suspended body hard,
nearing his orgasm, I had my own proper one too.

I felt his cum squirt and swish around inside me, and then gently he pulled his
willy from my coosh and I felt and sensed that, just like yesterday, Matron was
lickoimng and sucking his willy clean as she rode my face for one last orgasm. By
the time I felt him walk off the 'bed' I was aware that Matron had reached a
satisfying claimax too, and she raised herself up from me and came and lay beside
me. I looked to see Mr Smith getting dressed again, and Matron and I cuddled as he
dressed. With a final "good little girl", her left us curled up into each other,
bith satisfied, and both post-orgasmic.

Matron lifted my face up until we were nose to nose, and then started to lick my
face again, She started twith my eyes, but then spoent a long time sucking and
licking insuide my nose. It felt quite erotic when she did that, even though it
sounds gross, but her toingue was long and dextrous, and could fit nostrils just as
welkl as bottoms, it seems. When she had finished witn my nose, we deep kissed for
a few minutes, and I could taste Mr Smith agian on her tongue.

Then she adjusted her position so that we were top-to-tail, and then effortlesskly
rolled me on top of her. My cooch was now by her face, and I knew what came next.,
I changed intio a kneeling ppisition and my cooch covered her nose in and instant,
and then slid down it until I was impaled on it. It felt so good to have my vagina
penetrtaed by something even bigger than Mr Smith, and in an instant I was
wrihthing and bucking as she nosded and icked me to two full orgasms. After the
second, I became so sensitive that I witched and writhed for minutes after I had
flopped down onto the bed. By the time I had stoppes twitching, Matron had
redressed. I exected her to be overly harsh again, like ytesterday, but she sort of
stroked my hair and said "Take your time getting dressed ...you've got ten minutes
until period two"

Aftrer I had dressed five minutes kater, and prepared to leave the room, she said
quietly - almost in revery - "I've always wanted to do that, you know". I turned
back to her with a puzzled look on my face, and she continued "...to lick a pussy
with a man's fresh deposited cum in it". I didn't know what to say. I mean, how on
Earth do you respond to a styatement like that?

*****

It was as I was on my way to last lesson that Mr Smith stopped me in the corridor
with a glance, and a nod tof his head to suggest that I step behind him and enter
his office. I was struck my fear again, wondering what I had done wrong this time,
but as I glanced around me, no-one seemed to notice my diversion. People were still
milling aboyt the corridor as Mr Smith closed the door genmtl behind him. "Well,
little girl", he began, and as he sat down in his seat behind the large iornate
desk, he added "We find ourselves alone at last". He pushed his chair backewards,
as Matron did when she wanted me to stand inb front of her, s I aporasched his and
did the same. With a dismissive wave of his hand anda nod of his head, he said
"Under", and I looked incredulously at the large gap under his desk. He actuallt
wanted me to sit UNSDDER his desk, but I didn;t understand why. "Well" he uirged
when I hadn;t moved straight away. And so, like a meek little lamb, I crawled into
the space under his desk.

It was actually quite a big space, and I could kneel more or lsee upright in it. Mr
Smith shuffled his chair forwards again, closing the gap, and then I realised what
I was doing here. I looked at my only real field of vision, and saw that he had a
large bulge in his trousers. He said "Play with my cock" in a stern voice, and so I
started to stroke his bulge through his trousers. After a inute or so of this he
said "take it out ...do it properly", and so tentatively I undid his zip and
unfastened his trouser button, and he lifted himself just enough to slide his
trousers to his mifd-thigh. His "cock" as he called it was sticking up and scraping
the underside of his desk, and so I feared that there might be splinters, so I took
hiookd of it and lowered it til it opinyted at my face. "You know what to do", I
heard him say, and so I opened my mouth and began licking at the bulbous head of
it.

"Ah yes, good girl" I heard him sigh, and so I pushed my mouth onto it, forcing his
willy to push past my lips and enter my mouth fully. His smell and taste were even
better than this morning, but I missed his to and fro motion due to him sitting
still. He just sat there, as you would, but I realised that I liked the feel of my
face being fucked like a cooch. I felt his hand come under the desk and hook around
my neck, and he pulled my face onto his willy a few times to give me the message,
and as he removed his hand, I continued to bob up and down on it, simulating the
action of a pussy.

I tensed and stopped as I heard a light knock on his door, and him barking "come
in" to whoever it was. I heard the door open and then I heard a familiar voice
..Emma or Gemma something or other ...one of the goody goody year 9's that was
pupil-for-the-day. She said "Any messages Sir", and as he started to tell her the
messages he wanted passing along he hooked his hand behind my head again and
instructed me to continue sucking him. I did, but tried to stay as silent as
possible ...no slurping. As she left, he said "No matter who comes in, you are to
continue until I cum"

So, there I was in the Headmasters office, under his desk, sucking his fat cock. As
I said it to myself, I realised that I liked the word cock much better then willy,
and resumed my sucking at an increased rate so that I could get him to cum. I
wanted to tase his cream first hand, to see what Matron finds so appealing. Without
a pre-emptive knock, the door opened and someone came in and closed it behind them.
"Hi Donald", I heard someone say, and realised that it was my physics teacher, Mr
Prind, who was another assistant headteacher. I knew that it was part of Mr Smith's
thrill, for me to continue sucking him while people are there, so I did. They
talked about this and that for about five minutes, and then he left.

His cock had softened a little as he had been speaking, but now firmed up again
until it was like a hard rod of iron. As I got back into my stride he began talking
again. He said "You know, little girl", he began, "there is nothing quite like
getting your cock secretly cucked while you are talking to people". I was learning
quickly how to please a man. I had noticed extra sighs or moans when I did this or
that, and now I was swirling my tongue around the head of his cock, while bobbing
up and down, and turning my head left and right whilst doing it. I was rewarded a
few minutes later by his characterictic stiffening up and gasping, and then my
mouth was filled with thick creamy man-cum. I swallowed as much as I could, but
some escaped my rapidly filling mouth, and dribbled down my chin.

As with previous cums, Mr Smith gets over it real quick, and as he pushed back his
chair for me to exit his desk, he handed me a hall pass so that I could return
early to the Dorm. He barely glanced at me as i fixed my dress, and scooped the
last of his cum from my chin and into my mouth, and I left and returned to the
dormitory.

*****

It was about two in the morning when I awoke with thoughts of Mr Smith's willy - or
big fat cock, as I lliked to say now - pushing itself into my pussy. I woke to
arousal and horniness, and I could feel the pain of my nipples from my earlier
orgasm under The Head's strong hands. I rolled out of bed sideways and padded along
to Milly's bed. I kissed her on the nose a couple of times, and then the lips, and
as she woke I made a shush sound. She knew why I would have woken her, and so she
rolled out sideways - it was the only way to do it when you have a bed with noisy
springs - without a word, and we both went to the back stairs. It was dark there,
and silent, and I felt my way to her breasts with my hands, and her mouth with
mine. Her hands came to my breasts too, and the pain that I had awoke to was now
pleasure.

Although we had only ever mutually masturbated before, I now knew the pleasure of a
licked cooch, and wanted to share that with Milly. As my hands found their way
under her nightshirt and into her panties, I lifted her leg until it was a few
steps up from us, until Milly had a very wide and available stance - Milly is a
very flexible gymnast - and dropped to my knees. "No, what are you doing" asked a
shocked Milly as I went to put my head under her nightshirt. We had always joked
about the lesbo's, as everyone called them, even though we regularly felt each
other up. Oral sex was the defining point in our opinion. Without ever really
knowing what it was, we had theorised that once you did "oral" - whatever that was
- then you became gay. It was like a right of passage or an entrance ticket to a
secret society. So I knew that she would be shocked with what i was about to do. So
I acted quickly, and ragged her panties to one side and plunged my tongue deep into
her cooch. Her protest stopped mid-sentence, "No, no, no, please stop ...I don't
want you to....."

After that, the only sounds she made were moans of pleasure.

Her body crumbled under my ministrations, and she slowly collapsed more and more
until she was draped across the stairs, with her legs wide open. And, when I say
wide open, I mean hugely wide for a gymnast. It was uncomfortable on the stairs,
but I liked that I could make her overcome her sosial conditioning and yield to my
marauding tongue. I also, I quickly realised, actually liked the smell and taste of
a nice cooch - or cunt and twat, as Matron occasionally referred to it - and I also
liked the feel of the vaginal lips as it slid over my mouth and face, and how my
nose neatly penetrates a cooch to just the right depth, and how a well-treated
cooch slides about a face and leaks profusely. I had woken to a thought that
Matron';s bitter tasting juice was actually her pee. But this aroused me further,
and hence me seeking Milly out.

I had been furiously kicking myself, and mumbling incoherently all day, since this
morning's debauchery. And then again since Mr Smith's flagrant disregard to Child
Protection laws by pushing his cock into my mostly-but-not-entirely-resisting
mouth. People looked at me stgarnge - well, stranger than they normally do - as I
muttered to myself in the evening food queue. I couldn;t believe that I had been so
compliant, so meek, and so easy. But the fact was that I really liked the tste of
Matron's - and now Milly's - cooch. I loved the feel of it as it slid across my
face and absorbed my nose so readily. My nostrils became blocked with her copious
discharge, and I revelled in the sensation. It was a kinkiness that I nevcer would
have discovered if I had not been in such a school, or had not been raped by Matron
and The Head. It is strange, is it not, how our best moments often lead from
adversity, rather than moments of obvious triumph?

I started to finger myself as I licked out Milly's cooch, and used the rocking
motion of my body against my hand to propel my face along Milly's hairless slit -
she didn;t shave or anythging, but despite her being as post-pubescent as anyone
else around here, she was as hairless as one of those hairless cats that you see
pictures of on the internet. She started shaking and writhing, as she usually did
when approaching orgasm, and I readied myself to receive her girl-cum. I had licked
my fongers after fngering her once, and liked the taste, but never admitted either
fact to Milly ...I couldn;'t seem like a Lesbo, could I?. I think perhaps that that
was the reason I didn't object to Matron smothering my face with hers - I wanted to
be abused in precisely that way.

Her cum, when it came, did taste sweet on my tongue, but her shouts of pleasure as
she came worried me. We were usually both quiet cummers, but the intensity of this
one had made Milly shout out quite loud, and the stairs echoed a lot in the night.
I continued licking her until she stopped writhing, and even for a little while
after that, but her shout had worried me. I was getting all of the juice that I
could, because the taste was doing things for my crotch that was driving me towards
orgasm, so I said nothing about her moaning and kept on licking. I was almost at my
crescdendo, but just as I was about to get there, we heard a small cough echo up
and down the stairway. Soemone was there. Milly panicked and legged it down and
into the dorm, and I stopped to make sure we hadn't left behind any incriminating
evidence, but then just as I was about to follow Milly, a voice right by my ear
said "Well that was hot to watch".

I tensed and stood stock still, recognising the voice of Jannette Morrisson, the
uber snidy bitch of the Dorm. She followed up with "I like the way you made her
cream her knickers ..that was HOT, wasn't it Eb". I groaned inwardly, and then when
that didnn't assuage my "Oh Shit" feeling, I uttered an actual "Oh Shit!" That was
because "Eb" could only be Ebony Johnson, the scariest person in my life to that
point. She was a super-dyke, and everyone was scared shitless of her, including the
teachers I think. She was what the Americans would call "A Jock", and there was no
sport that she couldn't beat everyone at ...including kicking the crap out of
people of either gender.

I stepped down to the next step, determined to brave it out, but about a second and
a half later I was lying on my back with the wind knocked out of me. Ebony - or
perhaps Jan - had grabbed me around the neck and grounded me, and hard. "Oh no, you
don't, you little cunt licker. I think I will have me some of that. I felt her come
and straddle my head, and at the same time I felt someone wrenching my legs apart.
I tensed good enough to stop her though. Jannette said "If you don't let her at
you, she'll probably rip your legs off", and I immediately saw the sense in this
because Ebony sunk her teeth into my mid-thigh.; My yell or scream was cut off my
Jannette's cooch - or twat, as I think I will think of this partcular one -
smothering my face very effectively. As Ebony managed to wrench my thighs apart and
launch into my with her tongue and nose, Jan said "Lick me you fucking whore - I
want to cum in that sweet little mouth, just like litte Milly. Or shall we go
directly to her?"

This last comment was meant as a threat. Either I licked Jannette out or they would
go and attack - probably literally - Milly. I didn't want that to happen ...she was
very gentle. So as I felt my panties being ripped - the only panties that I had
left that weren't in the weekly laundry - and Ebony's tongue dig deep and
probingly, I started to wiggle my tongue in Jannette's pussy. She was already hot
and wet, and I reasoned that that was what they had been up to before Milly and I
interupted them. I had no idea that Jannette was a Lesbo, although all us girls
were pretty convinced that Ebony was ...behind her back, of course. A few of us
even thought she minght be a man in disguise.

Ebony was not just a Lesbo, or dyke, but damned good one. Her tongue was long and
powerful, and she should change the shape of it at will, the way that people with
lomhg tongues can. It writhed in my cooch like a separate living entity ...perhaps
a raccoon trapped in a sack. Pretty soon I was regaining where I was up to in my
previous orgasm, and I could feel wave upon wave of pleasure building up inside of
me. Jannette, too, seeemd to hit her stride pretty quickly ...she was bucking and
writhing on my face, riding my nose like it was one of those things that women
stick up their cooches for pleasure. I could taste her sweet juices, but then I
stiffened as I tasted quite a different taste. "Keep licking me, bitch", Jannette
growled, "drink my piss".

As my cooch was being reamed from a really experienced tongue, my own tongue was
forced to lick and slurp at Jannettes pee as it dribbled out. "I said drink it",
she said, and Ebony broke what she waqs doing to give me a sharp nip on my inner
thigh with her ssharp teeth. That was all the urging I needed, as I dod not want to
get beaten up myself, nor, for that matter, did I want Milly to be hassled. I
metaphorically gritted my teeth - my teeth were actually being kept apart from a
writhing cunt on my face - and began swallowing her pee. Like with Matron, it was a
bitter-sweet taste ...girly-cum and girly-pee. It wasn't as strong-tasting a
Matrons, and it had only leaked out from her in her throes of passion, so all in
all it wasn't as bad as it could have been. The problem now though, was that these
bitches owned me. They more or less already did, but now???

I think the reality is that I am a kinky bitch, because the combination of

Jannette's liquid mixture, married with Ebony's incredible licking, made me start
to thrash and writhe and desperately needed to scream. Fortunately though, I
couldnt make a sound because of Jan's cooch smothering me, and her orgasm kicking
in at the same time. We both came gloriopusly, and I lapped up Jannettes juices as
eagerly as Ebony lapped mine.

As she raised herself off me, Jannette said with a sneer, "What a good little cunt-
licker you are ...useful to know, hey, Eb?". They both laughed now, and then made
their way back down the stairs. Befrore they disappeared, Ebony said "You'd better
not tell ANYONE about this ...not even your little friend". Sleep came quickly for
me, as it had for Milly. She was asleep as I passed her bed, probably unaware that
I had not followed her directly.

*****

The following day was hard for me. I had passed both the Headmaster and Matron
several times during the day, and half-expected to be called into their offices at
some point. But it didn;t happen. We had an extended assembly forst period, so it
couldn;t happen then. Our schools had 'real lessons' from period2 2 to 6 inclusive,
but period 1 was assembly, citizenship, charitable works, and other such nonsense.
Period 7 was sport, debating, and advanced languages for those that were good at
that sort of stuff - I wasn't, by any stretch of the imagination. Period 1 that day
had been the Heaadmaster talkimng about Lead Pupils from each year ...a pupil that
would be avialble for that year's duty for that day. Year 7 was to be runner; year
8 was to be pupil-of-the-day; year 9 was to be Heads-Of-Year liaison; year 10 was
to Matron's helper in the sickbaty dorg period 1, and administrative runner during
period 7; and year 11 was to be crowd control at break and lunch times. Although I
reemmbered all the little duties, I barely listened.

I had been thinking of nothing else all day, and couldn;t concentrate on anything,
but couldn't really understand why. I had woken to sexy thoughts in my head and the
taste of Jannette's pee in my mouth, and I noticed with some dismay that my
nightshirt smelled of it too. I couldn;t put this in the laundry until Friday, and
my extra pairs of panties had all been used up because I had been taken by senior
staff a few times, and I changed after each time. So, I was to kleep my pissy
nightshirt for a few ore days, and I was completely without panties!
The school uniform standard dress was a very modest thing ...thick and long,
presumably to avoid temptation of the other gorls. It was too bad, I thought to
myself, that they didn;t make one that didn't tempt senior staff!

Walking about all day and sitting in lessons with a bare cooch was more thrilling
that I had anticipated. I had gone pantyless because I had no choice, but the
thrill of passing Matron with a bare cooch was making me itch between my legs. This
was so much so, that I sat in Biology period 4 and idly stroked myself under the
desk. I shuffled forwards on my seat and pushed my hand under my dress, and up itm,
and my fingers into myself. I tried to concentrate on the teacher, Mrs Ayles,
because I liked the subject and her, but I was desperate to diddle myself
propperly, and so I ended up just frustrating myself. The end of lesson bell went
and I sighed in deep frustration, and left with the other girls. At least no-one
had noticed.

Period 7 today was to be debating, at which I was pretty good. But barely five
minutes into it there was a message that I was to report to Matron. I thought
partly "Oh now ...kids are going to start noticing", and partly "at last", but as I
stood to leave I got several whispers of "goody goody two shoes" and "swot". This
puzzled me, as I definitely was not either of those things. As the classroom door
closed behind us - me and the pupil-of-th-day - she said to me "Jealpus classmates
hiuh ...it was the same for me". I was even moe puzzled now, and after a few
strides stopped us both and said "Whatdo you mean?" Her eyes opened wide and sahe
said "You didn';t know??". When I shrugged, she giggleed and said "come this way!"

We walked to the dininghall and she pointed to the school notice nboard. I didnt;
know what she expected me to see, and when I obviously didn;t see it, she giggled
again and piouinte at a specifc list. The list of Lead Pupil for each year group.
And there, as bold as day, was my name as the year 1 Lead Pupil. I realised with a
jolt that that was the person that was to help Matron. Every day. Twice a day!

She left me there after a 'cpngratulations', and I remained stunned for a good five
minutes. I do not know how this happened ...it was meant to be a superior pupil
that didn;t need the fill-in lessons hat happened in periods 1 and 2. And they
chose me? ...I was puzzled, but realised that ion some level it made perfect sense.
I was to see Matron, and no doubt the Headmaster, each and every day. I think I
knew what my duties were to be at such times.

As I knocked at Matrons door and was told to enter, she barked "You're late!", and
told me to bolt the door. I turned after doing that and saw that she had a srtern
look on her face. She said "Why did it take you so long", and I said I didn;t know
I had been made Lead Pupil for year 10. She said "Well, you have. Now show us hoow
grateful you are, and how penitennt you are at being late". My cooch had been on
fire for hours, so I quickly went and stood before her, between her and the desk,
and without being told I bent over until my front was laying on the surface of the
desk, but my fet were still on the floor. As I bemt pver, I raised my dress at the
back, revealing my bare bottom to her.

"Oooh", she said in awe, "that looks nice". She stroked it a few times, and then
ran her finger up and down my sweaty cleft - technically called the inter-gluteal
cleft - and stimulating my anus and my cooch. After a few gentle momenhts she said
"You DO realise, don;t you, that I am going to heve to punish you for being
tardy?". I shivered and leaked at the thought, and said "Yes Matron". She raiwsed
her hand and I braced for the inevitable sound and feel of hit coming into contact
with my delicate cbottom - still a little sore from the first time,

'SLAP!'it went, and I flinched. It was not one of her really hard ones, but it
still hurt. She gave a small stroke of my cheeks, and then raised her hand again.
Another mediumk-hard slap bounced off my bare cheeks. This one was a bit harder,
and the pain started t trigger other sensations in my cooch. The third one was one
of her hard ones, and I shouted a little, but tried to keep it down a little. "it's
okay Dear", she said, "Duncan had to go out, so he can;'t overhear you scream".
Number four was anther hard one, but this time she spent a few monutes soothing my
cheeks with her hand and stroking up and down my crease. Number 5 and number 6 were
delived immedialtely after each other, and were so hard that I moaned loudly at the
pleasure. Sh estarted to say "right, get up", but I stopped her with "No. more,
pleeease". Number 7 was reall yhard, and I screamed a little and tears escaped my
eyes, but my cooch was so desperate for attention that it loved it. Number 8 was
just as hard, and now I could feel the crescendo rising rapidly, and said "Oh
yes ...one more ...please". So when number 9 landed after a moments hesitation, I
came with a small scream and a heavy moan, and sprayed Matron with my girly-cum I
tqwitched and writhed for abouta minute, and Matron just gently stroked up and doen
my crease until I had finished.

By the time I stood upright again - bottom on fire - I turned a little embarrassed
to see a look of awe on Matron;s face. "Wo"" was all she said. I looked down
between her lsgs and saw her hand up her skirt, playing with herself while she
spanked me. She looked wquite beautil and sexy, sitting there frigging herself
while staring into my eyes. I felt an overheklming affection for her just then, and
stepped away and went to the futon. She was watching as I very deliberately reached
sdown, and with a flourish I pulled it into a bed. She stopped fingering herseklf
and asked tentatively "Are you sure". But I had already undone the top buttons of
my dress, and allowed it to slide down my body and onto the floor. I was standing
there in jyst my bra, and I turned to face ehr as I removed it, one cup at a time,
quite sexilly.

She stood up and came torads me. As she warrived I dropped my bra to the floor and
watched as she looked me up and down in reverential awe. "You really are amazing
Dear" she said in a whisper, and cupped my bereasts in her hands. I breathed deeply
in pleasure as she did so, and as she toyed with my nipples they responded by
enlarging and turning darklk brown ...almost as brown as Neerha Hasan, an Asian
girl with medium-dark skin, but almost black nipples at times. My grandfather had
been Jamaican, but none of his coloured genes had passed down to me apart from my
nipple colour, and the colour of my cooch. She played with them a fewm moments, and
then I slipped my hands inside her buttoned top, and inside her bra, and grabbed
her enormous breasts. Thay were always the talk of the changing room for us girls,
and here I was actually touching them. Her nipples hardended as I touched them, and
they quickly grew in size. "Take them oout", Matron irdered, and so I undid all her
buttons and she shucked out of her blouse.

I stared in amazement at her mounds of flesh. We all thouh thaty's be sad and
saggy, but what greeted me were perfect huge breasst, pushing out rom her chest and
defying gravity. Isacac Newton would have rewritten his laws of gravity if he had
ever met Matron. "Do you like them" she asked nervously, and i just nodded and
lifted her underwire up and over the breatss. When they passed the point of no
return, her breasts dropped and bounced down, wobbling lewdly. She went to suck one
of my nipples at the ecaxt same moment as I went for one of hers. We laughed, and
she bid me to lay down oon my side. She did the same, but in the opposite
direction, so ow we could suck each others nipples.

Her nipple almost filled my mouth, and I envied any baby that ever suckled from
these things.