Chapter Seven : As cool as a cucumber
Voices! Lisa James’ blood suddenly ran cold. Oh please no! Miss Palmer had someone with her! On the previous mornings, when she’d stood naked awaiting the arrival of the school nurse, the sound of the older woman’s high heels had heralded her approach. On each occasion the fear that someone else might arrive with Matron had made Lisa’s stomach somersault with worry. And now her worst fears were about to be realised. The thought of someone else being present whilst she was restrained on the nightmarish “machine” and subjected to her morning enema sent chills chasing up and down her spine.
“Here she is. Say good morning young lady,” said the grinning nurse. Simon Barrow’s smiling face suddenly filled Lisa’s vision as she tried to cover her nudity with her hands.
“Good morning Sir,” she said quietly, her face flushing scarlet at being exposed in front of him again.
“Mr Cain tells me you’ve taken quite a liking to Baseball. Is that true?” His laughter filled the corridor as Lisa’s face turned an even darker shade of red. The memory of the mind numbing orgasm she’d had with the carved bat embedded in the centre of her belly caused her clitoris to pulse alarmingly. Anita Palmer opened the San door and ushered the “schoolgirl” into the room. The embarrassed younger woman scampered through the doorway in front of them, her full buttocks wobbling delightfully.
As Matron prepared her enema equipment Simon Barrow perched on the edge of the San’s desk and watched Lisa as she stood naked against the wall.
“Hands on your head you little slut!” he said sharply. Horribly aware of his amused eyes she reluctantly placed her hands where he instructed fully revealing her shaven pubis and trembling breasts as she did so.
“Do you think our schoolgirl likes showing that fat pussy of hers to strangers Anita?” he asked with a sarcastic tone in his voice.
“Yes I certainly do! She’s a disgusting little scrubber. Can’t control herself when she comes in here in the mornings. I’ve no doubt when she’s given half a chance she parades in front of people naked and shows them everything she’s got!” He watched their red-faced pupil’s bottom lip tremble and then pout resentfully. She didn’t dare look at him. Her whole being was centred on her exposed private parts that were so blatantly revealed to his eyes. She felt sick with anxiety because in a few moments she knew he’d be seeing even more of her!
Once knelt over the saddle and fixed with the leather straps Lisa heard the whirr of electric motors and immediately felt her pinioned body being lifted and opened for the forthcoming entertainment of her tormentors. She gasped as her thighs were spread wide and as her head dropped towards the floor felt her bum hole and vaginal crack being forced upwards into the air. The intimate exposure made fluid leak from her delicate internal membranes. Blood suffused her cheeks and neck as the private places of her body were shamefully revealed to their eyes. Simon Barrow calmly discussed school business with his colleague as he observed her first insert a finger, and then several, into the helpless bottom that clenched and spasmed in front of him. It was a delicious sight. The wonderfully rounded cheeks were rolling most erotically as his nurse worked her lubricated fingers back and forth in the incredibly tight hole. Lisa was wailing in misery and begging the older woman to stop which only added an even more arousing edge to the scene. His cock stiffened each time the young woman’s voice rose in protest.
The end of the tube was ridged. From her squeals it was obvious she felt each one as the thing passed slowly down her rectal canal. Then Anita Palmer inflated the collar and everything was sealed tight. A touch of a button and pressurised fluid began squirting straight into the shaking “schoolgirls” bowels. Lisa moaned loudly as she absorbed the initial onslaught then began writhing against her restraints as the pressure began to build. It took only moments before she was unable to contain herself and began begging them to turn it off.
“Does she always make such a fuss?” asked Simon Barrow as Lisa shrieked in discomfort.
“Yes I’m afraid she’s acted like a little five year old each time I’ve cleaned her out.” The nurse gave him a sly smile.
“Maybe you ought to give her something to really complain about? Would you mind watching her for a little while. The pump’s set to automatically finish its cycle after 20 minutes and I’ll be back soon after.” She couldn’t help but laugh softly at the sudden increase in the intensity of Lisa’s protests.
“Before I go let me just tidy this tubing out of the way for you.” Taking some adhesive plaster she carefully ran the pipe up between the clenching buttocks and taped it firmly to the girls waist before moving the pump and it’s trolley off to one side.
“You make sure you behave for your Master you little tart,” she said, as beaming brightly at her employer she left the room and closed the door quietly behind her.
For the second time in their brief relationship Lisa found Simon Barrow’s erection filling her mouth. The cramping in her belly was getting worse. Each spasm wrenched a pitiful groan from her throat. Her protests however bubbled incoherently around the thick shaft that was powering back and forth between her lips. Saliva dribbled down her face and she retched as his swollen penis hit the back of her throat again. Then thankfully it was gone and she could cry freely as another wave of pain swept through her stomach.
He watched as she convulsed against the discomfort, his cock jutting enormously as her sobs caused it to throb uncontrollably.
“That wasn’t a very good effort young lady,” he said, “you still seem to require some instruction where sucking a gentleman is concerned.” He disappeared behind her and she suddenly screamed shrilly as a blaze of fire scorched itself across her churning bum cheeks.
“Aaaaiiiiiiieeeeeeeee!!!!!Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!!!!!!!” was all she had time for before the second stroke of the thin whippy cane seared across her straining flesh. After a few minutes eight lines of white heat were burning her wildly rolling buttocks. He’d been particularly careful to allow enough time between strokes so that she could fully appreciate the intensity of each sizzling impact.
Now Lisa found herself in a place where she’d never been before. A sound was filling her ears and it took several moments before she realised it was her own wailing. The sound rose and fell in time with the excruciating cramping in her belly and the painful throbbing in her rolling bum cheeks. Simon Barrow was enjoying himself immensely. The writhing girl was completely at his mercy and exciting him enormously. The presence of his hands firmly steadying her hips made Lisa aware that something else was about to happen. She guessed it wasn’t going to be pleasant. Then she found herself pleading with him. She could hear herself doing it but felt strangely removed from what was happening, almost as if she was an observer and not a participant.
“Oh no Sir! I can’t bear anymore. My tummy and bum hurt so much. Please don’t……Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!” The head of Simon Barrow’s rigid cock suddenly pushed between her soft labia and forced itself just inside the pink tunnel. He was amazed at how tight she felt but it wasn’t really surprising. Standing between the widely spread thighs he worked himself gently back and forth, carefully opening the helpless vagina with the very end of his engorged penis. It felt wonderful and took all of his self-control not to ram himself straight into the wriggling flesh. Control was everything. Control would prolong the exquisite pleasure. He concentrated as hard as he could.
Lisa could feel his thing as it moved just in and out of her slippery crack. She sobbed uncontrollably as pain surged inside her belly as the muscles cramped against the pressure in her bowels. He was going to fuck her whilst she was having her enema! The certain knowledge did nothing to alleviate her mental state. She became aware of his hands taking an even firmer grip and then suddenly her shriek of agony was filling the room. Pushing steadily he gradually inserted his throbbing cock into the writhing girl. She howled as his hardness slowly forced itself more and more deeply into her belly. God she was so tight! It was the tightest pussy he’d ever experienced. He should of thought of this before! The intense pressure that surged rhythmically inside her meant that Lisa’s rectum was inflating with fluid and swelling into her vaginal passageway making the space much tighter than normal. For Simon Barrow it was quite simply delicious. She squealed as he finally sank himself fully into her shuddering depths. On this occasion she found little pleasure as he calmly raped her restricted hole. It hurt and that was all there was to it. Her screams rang out as he selfishly plunged himself into the incredibly tight opening. Thankfully it didn’t take long before his orgasm approached. Lisa’s squeals and sobs and pleas hastened its arrival. Then he was pulsing and shooting his hot fluid into the girl’s helpless vagina. It gripped and squeezed the final drops from his throbbing rod before he slumped forwards onto the churning bottom. She was coated in sweat, he could feel the wetness against his chest as he rested on her back. Now totally soft his cock slid from her still pulsing slit. Her groans were softer but rose to a squeal each time her muscles cramped in complaint at the fluid that was filling her almost to bursting point.
By the time Anita Palmer returned Lisa James was still pinioned over the saddle of the enema machine but Simon Barrow had gone. The pump had stopped but the girl was still groaning and shaking all over. Bright red stripes decorated the juddering buttocks and then the older woman noticed the grey fluid oozing and dripping from between the girl’s swollen labia. She smiled to herself.
“Well you little bitch it looks as though Mr Barrow gave you a lesson in obedience this morning. I hope you enjoyed yourself?” Her bright laughter filled the room as she began to undo the leather straps.
Lisa felt light headed when she arrived at the kitchen door. Her pussy felt sore and her bum was really throbbing. The stripes Simon Barrow had given her with the cane were still stinging but worst of all her clitoris was throbbing as well. Thinking about what had just happened was making her really horny! What the hell was the matter with her! The shower had done little to reduce the sensitivity of the burning lines. She glanced nervously around the room hoping that the horrible boy wouldn’t be there this morning, but of course he was. As she walked in her entrance provoked a series of sarcastic remarks so she quickly slipped her uniform off and her apron on. Standing at the sink she started to run some hot water. Unfortunately the state of her bottom, visible through the gap in the back of the apron, immediately aroused their interest.
“I think she should show us her bottom properly Mrs Sampson,” said Sue Collins mischievously. The girl laughed at the woebegone expression that covered Lisa’s face.
“You’d like to give us all a really good look wouldn’t you you little tart?” said the grinning cook, “you can get that apron off for a start!” Within a few moments Lisa found herself naked and bending uncomfortably over the heavy wooden butchers block that stood ominously in one corner of the kitchen. From somewhere they’d produced a length of soft rope that Lee Watson was now carefully looping around her wrists. The thick-legged wooden slab wasn’t very high so both Lisa’s feet and hands were almost touching the floor as she bent head down over the thing. Her face burned with humiliation when she looked into the sniggering face of the youth. He expertly cinched her wrists together then tied them at floor level to the crosspiece on one side of the thing. Before he stood up his hands cupped the pendulous orbs that hung forwards over the front edge of the block and squeezed them until Lisa gasped in protest.
“Get your legs open girl! We know you want to show us all you’ve got!” snapped the cook, laughing at the shameful groan that the young woman made. Lisa was firmly secured in place, her bottom bulging provocatively. Reluctantly she spread her legs until each of her bent knees were on opposite sides of the horrible block. The cheeks of her bum were pulled half open revealing the wet slit of her vagina and it’s swollen labial folds.
“It looks as though she’s been fucked!” said the 25 year old Sue Collins as she bent and peered closely at the helpless woman’s obviously inflamed vaginal lips.
“The dirty little scrubbers been fucking someone!” said the boy excitedly. Lisa closed her eyes, the humiliation was too much to bear. Having a teenage boy staring at her pussy when only a short time ago she’d been forced to have intercourse with a relative stranger was absolutely dreadful. However her eyes shot open when fingers suddenly traced down between the slippery lips and then slid easily inside.
“It feels like she’s had a bucket of grease in here!” said the boy laughing loudly. Lisa groaned in shame but felt her buttocks lifting involuntarily. The fingers went deeper.
“Just look at the little slut,” said the younger woman, “she’s trying to fuck his fingers!”.
Although she didn’t want to Lisa found herself groaning with pleasure as the boy’s fingers slid forcefully in and out of her soaking wet slit. When they passed teasingly across her clitoris, which was poking excitedly from beneath it’s hood, she ground herself against the wooden block gasping breathlessly.
“The little scrubber’s going to come if you keep that up Lee” said Mrs Sampson as she watched the parted buttocks rotate in very erotic circles. Reluctantly the youth withdrew his hand and smiled at his colleagues.
“Pretty hot looking stripes she’s got aren’t they?” he said. Sue reached out and ran her fingers along the angry raised red ridges that cut perfectly across the soft bottom. The pinioned “schoolgirl” gasped and jerked as the slight pressure caused the excruciatingly sensitive welts to flare into life once again.
“Bet she howled when she got them,” said the Cook matter of factly.
“If she gets some more today they’ll really gonna sting!” Lisa listened worriedly to their conversation trying her best to stop rubbing her clit against the wooden surface. She knew she was a disgusting little slut but she wanted to come so much! What had happened earlier and what was happening now was making fluid literally flood from her pussy. The humiliation, the mind blowing humiliation, the shameful exposure. Her clitoris was itching and throbbing and…..
“I’ve been told we’re not strap or spank her this morning. Sounds like she’s might be getting a good thrashing from someone else before the day’s over,” said Mrs Sampson ruefully.
“It’s a pity. I was looking forward to making her squeal. Anyway I’m sure we can find something that she’ll dislike just as much!”
Lisa was being excused from her kitchen chores but she wished she wasn’t. Laughter and raised voices were emanating from the behind the storeroom door. Her imagination was going into overdrive and a cold dread was crawling slowly across her skin. She shifted uncomfortably against the wood pressing into her belly. The storeroom door opened. Immediately the boy went to one of the sinks whilst the two women continued with their normal breakfast preparations. After a while Lisa could smell coffee being made and then realised that the three of them were pulling chairs over towards her corner of the room. She swallowed nervously.
“Here we are dirty girl,” said Mrs Sampson, “look what we’ve found for you.” From her head down position Lisa craned her neck and looked at the contents of the plastic bowl that the cook was holding out. For a few seconds the significance of the array of various vegetables was lost on her then understanding flooded her mind. As she stared at the freshly washed carrots and parsnips she bit her lower lip and said nothing. There was a huge cucumber as well.
The two carrots were big and old. As the first slid easily into her pussy she groaned. Sue Collins smirked as she placed the end of the second against the tightly closed anus. The helpless woman’s feet drummed on the kitchen floor and she writhed on the chopping block as her young tormentress pushed hard. Lisa was desperately squeezing herself shut, grunting with the effort through clenched teeth. Her younger female colleague simply pushed harder. A moment of resistance and then they were rewarded with a shrill squeal of despair and a wild shaking of their playthings head as the carrot penetrated all the way into her rectal passageway.
“Nnnnnngggghhhhh! Ooooooooooohhhhhhhh! Stop! Stop!” They laughed as the spread buttocks tried to close. A warning slap from one of Mrs Sampson’s hard hands and they remained open. Lisa’s groans and moans increased in volume and pitch as the two vegetables began to plunge back and forth in her twin holes. Soon she was bucking and crying both with pleasure and shame as the girl drove her frustratingly close to orgasm. Then the orange “dildoes” were gone and she was left sobbing as her bottom continued to writhe involuntarily, desperately seeking the intoxicating sensations that had moments earlier made her head spin with excitement.
The Cook took a turn but this time a pair of parsnips were the tools of choice. The larger of the two was covered in secondary roots that turned and twisted in all directions. It looked like some sort of deranged medusa, the thin wiry growths covering its entire surface. Lisa groaned loudly as the first white invader was pushed further and further into her contracting bumhole. The anal ring was forced to expand and stretch to accommodate the gradually increasing girth. Laughter greeted the explosion of pleading that greeted the first few centimetres of “medusa” as it made it’s way inside the other more exclusively feminine tunnel.
“Aaaaaahhhhhh! Nooooooooooooo! Don’t! Pleeeeeeeease!” The sensations as the mass of prickly pliable roots scraped along the elastic walls of Lisa’s pussy nearly sent her mad! She shook her head violently and straightened her knees. The attentive audience watched in fascination as she frantically jerked her bottom up and down and from side to side. The cook ignored the young woman’s squeals as she carried on inserting the thick vegetable into the ever widening vaginal crack.
Pleas and squeals and sobs filled the kitchen as Mrs Sampson began moving the two white invaders slowly back and forth. Lisa whinnied with anxiety as the dreadful “medusa” scraped and scratched against her sensitive vaginal membranes. The feelings were literally unbearable. Her cries intensified as the two parsnips were forced inside her as far as they would go. Then as one penetrated the other retreated. Soon a steady rhythm was established as Lisa howled her anguish at the four tiled walls. Her legs shook and straightened then her tummy was pressing hard against the unforgiving wood. Both her vagina and bottom hole pulsed and clenched and spasmed with the intolerable sensations. A thin sheen of perspiration quickly developed over the whole of her writhing body as the three workers watched in rapt fascination. Finally she felt the horrible things being withdrawn leaving her sobbing inconsolably across the wooden slab.
“Certainly wriggles about a bit doesn’t she?” said Lee Watson smiling happily.
“Yes. I think we’ll have to use something to hold her still for the next one,” said the Cook slyly.
“Go and get me a fresh bottle brush from the store would you Sue?” Mrs Sampson held the enormous solid cucumber under Lisa’s nose. It was a good 15 inches long.
“Like this would you you little bitch?” she said. Lisa began shaking her head frantically,
“Please don’t Miss don’t make me it’s too big it’ll really hurt me please oh please….” Words tumbled from the anguished mouth as tears ran freely down the bright red cheeks. The younger woman was quickly back from the storeroom.
“Just the job,” said the cook brightly as she held up the wire handled brush. The last few inches had firm radiating bristles which would cause havoc with their victims sensitive anal opening.
“Nooooooooooooooooo! Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease!” squealed Lisa as the sharp bristles pricked the entrance of her tightly closed bumhole. Her teeth chattered and then her mouth formed a soundless howl as the awful thing was thrust firmly into the tiny hole. For a few seconds she totally lost control, screaming and thrashing on top of the wooden block. Her reaction brought an explosion of cruel laughter from her tormentors. Luckily the bristles retained a certain degree of flexibility which had allowed them to bend as they’d passed through the tightly clenched ring of Lisa’s bottom. Once inside they’d sprung back into position and were now filling the writhing young woman’s rectal canal with an intense prickling. She stopped moving immediately, trying to remain totally still so that the awful sensations inside her bottom would stop. It worked to a point, the prickling reduced, but sweat beaded her forehead and she moaned loudly.
“That’s better young lady,” said Mrs Sampson.
“Now Lee if you could hold the brush in place we can make a start.” They all chuckled as the cook once again held the massive cucumber in front of Lisa’s face. The pleading from their helpless captive was heart rending but sounded like music to their ears so they ignored it.
It was thick as well as being long.
“She’ll never take the whole thing surely,” said Sue Collins as Mrs Sampson forced Lisa to lick the cucumber as best she could. Even though she’d begged them not to put it inside her she knew they were going to. In a panic she lathered the thing with her spit hoping that the lubrication would alleviate the trauma of its insertion at least to some degree. The older woman laughed.
“Well she’s going to feel it, that’s for sure. It’ll be interesting to see how much we can get in her.” Lee Watson’s erection was already pushing against the zip of his jeans even before the cook placed one end of the cucumber between the “schoolgirl’s” straining thighs. As the end slid between the swollen labia his hard on tried to force itself through the material itself. Lisa squealed and mouthed a whole stream of entreaties as her torturer started to push the thick green monster into the pulsing vaginal opening. The lips opened and stretched around the thing’s girth forming a perfect pink ring. Lisa screamed and jerked away from it, her legs straightening and trembling as intense prickling suddenly filled her bottom. She screamed again as several inches of the intruder were unceremoniously forced into her straining pussy.
“Arrrrrrrrrrgggggghhhhhhh! Noooooooooooooooooooooooo!” Mrs Sampson took a firmer grip on her vegetarian friend and pushed hard. Lisa’s eyes bulged from her head as she felt the enormous invader stretching her poor hole to its very limits. They’d tear her inside, she was sure of it. Trying to keep herself still was impossible as several more inches slid inexorably into the straining tunnel.
“Wow!” said Sue Collins. “There must be about ten inches in there by now.” The cook tried pushing even harder causing Lisa to scream hysterically and shake her head wildly from side to side.
“Mmm feels like that might be it,” she said ruefully, “it sounds like it anyway.” As they laughed their plaything’s scream subsided until the only sound was a piteous sobbing.
“Right young lady now that we’ve got your attention we’re going to play a little game of Truth or Dare. Would you like that?” Lisa groaned.
“Do you like showing your private parts to young boys?”
“NO!” The cook nodded to her young male kitchen hand. He jiggled the brush handle bringing a shriek of protest from Lisa.
“I’ll ask you again. Do you like having young boys look at your private parts?”
“Yes Miss! Yes Miss! I do!” she replied frantically.
“And do you get wet when people look at you when you’ve had your clothes taken away?” Amid much laughter and sarcastic comment the questions continued, periodically interspersed with hysterical screams. She tried to give them the answers they wanted to hear. When she was wrong the hateful boy ensured her bumhole performed an agonizing trick, clenching involuntarily onto the sharp bristles. Each time she screamed and shrieked for their amusement. The last question concerned Lisa’s desire to be fucked by her green companion. Saying No wasn’t the correct answer. Her rectal canal paid for her insolent refusal until she was begging them to accept her frenzied agreement.
Mrs Sampson had the boy pull the brush from the young woman’s bottom. For Lisa the relief was wonderful. Allowing her knees to bend she was once again able to rest her tummy on the wooden block. However her pussy was bulgingly full, it’s wall gripping the thick green giant incredibly tightly.
“Sue go and fetch a good thick pile of those dish clothes, you know, the yellow ones.” Together the cook and the youth looked at the spread buttocks on the chopping block in front of them. Already fading slightly, the thin stripes from the cane accentuated the voluptuous curves of the woman’s bottom. When the female kitchen assistant produced the requested thick wad of towels the cook inserted a finger into Lisa’s anus and lifted upwards. Her victim squeaked and protested but quickly found herself standing on her tiptoes, the muscles in her calves thrown into relief as she strained to maintain the position. Then the towels were slid beneath her smooth belly. They formed a very thick pad and when the cook removed her finger Lisa found herself unable to move, balanced on the aforementioned tips of her toes.
At first the older woman had trouble making the cucumber move at all but gripping tightly she was rewarded by some slight movement and a loud moan of protest from Lisa. As the thick shaft began it’s backwards journey the taut pink ring of soft labial skin was pulled outwards, reluctant in it’s desire to release it’s grip. Unable to move the “schoolgirl’s” bum cheeks and thighs flexed in response to the intense sensations that were emanating from her stretched vaginal walls. Her toes tapped frantically on the tiled floor as Mrs Sampson pulled the green giant forcefully along the straining vulval passageway.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh! Nnnnnngggggggghhhhh!” And then it was almost fully extracted except for the rounded end that remained just inside Lisa’s shuddering hole.
“Get ready you little bitch,” said the grinning cook and roughly jerked the cucumber back towards the place from which it had just returned. Lee Watson and Sue Collins watched in awe as the massive vegetable speared it’s way back inside the shaking woman’s belly. Lisa screamed as it penetrated fully, the pink labial ring pushing inwards as the thick girth of the vegetable slid past.
“OhOhOhOh….Ggggrrrr…..Nnnnnnnnnooooooooo….Nnnnnggggh.” The stream of frantic protests was almost unintelligible. Once the vagina had accommodated, as much as it was able, the massive size of the object Mrs Sampson began pumping it forcefully back and forth. Lisa’s squeals and groans and pleas filled the room. It hurt. Hurt a lot. The friction produced as it slid forwards and backwards inside her was only partially relieved by the lubricating fluid that she was secreting in copious amounts. As it pounded in and out of her stretched hole she felt the taut circle of her labia relentlessly pushed inwards and pulled outwards.
Then it started. Much to Lisa’s surprise and through the horrible stretching sensations she began to be aware of a stirring deep within her belly. Sweat was pouring down her forehead and she continued to groan agonizingly but the tone of her protests was gradually taking on a different meter. The boy was swift to recognise her reaction.
“She’s starting to like it Mrs S!” he said excitedly.
“Yes, it won’t take much longer and she’ll be showing us what a little slut she really is.” The three of them grinned, the girl giggling at Lisa’s sudden shriek as the cook cruelly rammed the cucumber in as far as it would go.
“Come on you little bitch get on with it, we’re waiting.” Lisa gurgled out another protest. She didn’t want to come for them. Didn’t want them to see or hear her as she orgasmed but the gnawing ache was growing.
A few minutes later she was unable to contain herself any longer. She started to gasp hoarsely and was soon begging them to let her come. The three workers laughed.
“This is what she’ll be wanting now,” said Mrs Sampson knowingly as she slid one hand under Lisa’s pubic mound while continuing to fuck the helpless vagina with the cucumber. Her fingers teased the erect clitoris and suddenly the muscles in the girl’s legs flexed violently. She jerked in place and squealed with excitement. The continuous stimulation of the sliding vegetable was sending Lisa to a level of arousal she’d never achieved before. The fingers touching her little stalk suddenly sent her spiralling towards orgasm.
“AhAhAhAh…..Ooooooooooo!” It was coming! She was coming! The fingers went away…….
“Pleeeeeeeeeease noooooooooooooooooo!” Her body convulsed with frustration.
“Ask me properly you little bitch or I’ll keep you here all morning,” said the cook coldly.
“Let me AhAhAh come. Oooooohhhh God! Please let me Miss!” Lisa managed to gasp. It was a fine and amusing game and one that they could have continued for a long time but glancing at the clock Mrs Sampson knew they’d have to conclude their morning’s entertainment. Slipping her hand back beneath their captive “schoolgirl” she began manipulating the swollen clitoral stub. Lisa immediately began shaking and trembling with unsuppressed lust as she was driven towards her climax. The doubling of the stimulation tipped her quickly over the edge.
Lisa felt her eyelids drooping with pleasure as the older womans fingers squeezed and rubbed her engorged clitoris. Then she came. Rainbow colours flew in front of her eyes as she moaned and babbled incoherently. It was violently intense. Her legs and thighs and bum cheeks all went into spasm. The release was all consuming. She heard herself thanking them hysterically between her squeals and cries. Pleasure flooded every inch of her shaking body, all memory of discomfort and pain was lost in the swirling storm of gratification. Her toes curled in rapture as the walls of her pussy pulsed deliciously against her green lover.
It was only after the exquisite pleasure was gone and her shaven hole was empty that the realisation of what she had just shown them sank into her mind. Shame and humiliation returned with a frightening intensity……….