Hostesses. Part II.

Chapter 1.  Enlightenment.

It was clear to Maddy and I that Clarissa had used Pen’s spontaneous cheekiness merely as an excuse to punish her, and gain total control over her.  That was after all the effect of the “Penelope Harrison, Professional Hostess” film.  It was pure blackmail.  And it wasn’t like it was an empty threat: knowing Clarissa, she would have relished seeing Pen publicly humiliated – and Pen knew it.  She knew that from now on she had to tread more carefully than ever – that she was, in effect, Clarissa’s property.

After she dropped the bombshell, Clarissa dismissed us, and told us to be back in the office and ten sharp the next morning for further instructions.  We were only too happy to get out of there.  We made straight for the pub.  We hardly said a word until we were seated in our favourite corner with three large gins.

“Fuck, Pen…I’m so sorry,” said Maddy, “I never saw that coming.”

“Neither did I,” I said.  “We’ve totally underestimated her.  I feel frightened for all of us, now.  What’s she going to do next?”

Pen had already drunk her gin.  She was staring blankly at the wall.

“If that film ever got out…I don’t know what I’d do.  I’d have to go away somewhere…leave everything…”

“If it did get out,” I said, “the only thing you could do would be to move, change your name, and change the way you look.  Even then…”

“She can make me do anything she wants.  From now on I’m her slave, to do with what she wants.  I don’t have any free will any more….  What am I going to do?”

“Pen, listen.  Keep it together, darling.”  Maddy put her arm around her.  “This is what we do.  We carry on, and see what transpires.  Surely she can’t be as nasty as she seems.  I mean, who would do such a thing…?”

“ Remember we’re with you every inch of the way,” I added.  “We’re all in this together.  We’ll find a way out.  God, I was just thinking she wasn’t so bad…and now this!”

“You know you could probably go to the police,” said Maddy.  “Blackmail’s a crime.”

But Pen had already thought of that.

“Maddy.  First, she veiled her threats very carefully.  Did you notice that?  And we signed those stupid contracts.  I read mine properly for the first time the other day.  We’ve agreed to comply with all instructions, we’ve consented to filming and photography, and we can only terminate our contracts by payment of a large penalty.  I mean large – fifteen thousand!”

“What?”

“Yes!  It was typed in words, not figures, so we never noticed it.  So if we want out, we’d have to save up a ridiculous amount of money.”

“Is that actually legal?” I said.

“Probably.  We signed up to it willingly.  And then there’s the money we’ve had, all in cash.  We haven’t declared any of it so far, so we’re not in the best position ourselves.”

“Shit!” said Maddy.  “So even if you did go to the police…  First of all, they’d just regard us as sex workers, so course we’d be expected to do nasty things.  Second, they’d ask how much we were being paid, and when we told them, they’d probably think we were being amply compensated, and that it would explain the fifteen grand escape clause.  Third, there it is in our contract – we agree to filming.  Obviously we’re being paid to make pornographic films!  How the fuck didn’t we realise what was going on?”

“Because we were blinded by the money,” I replied, “and because we’re stupid, naïve idiots.”

“But why me, Lettie?  Why did she pick on me?  Just cos of a couple of stupid remarks?  I don’t get it.”

“I do.  Why did she want us in the first place?  Because we’re young and innocent.  Straight out of school.  And who’s the most innocent of all?  Sorry, but you are.  You’re cute, and naïve, and you’ve got big blue eyes, and you blush at the slightest thing.  That was the reason you could parade about in those little miniskirts without realising the effect you were having on the boys.”

“What?  What effect?”

“See what I mean?  You’ve got no idea, have you?  Anyway, that’s why she picked on you.  That’s what her clients want, and I’m sure as I can be that that’s also what turns her on.”

We sat there in silence for a minute. 

“Let’s have another one,” said Pen.  In the old days we used to drink the cheapest drinks we could find, and make them last.  We couldn’t afford to sit around sipping large gins.  Now?  We had so much money we didn’t even think about it.

“Yeah.  Well, at least you’re going to earn a fuck of a lot of money,” I said.  “We all are.”

“Shut up, Lettie.  It makes me feel like a prostitute.  I am a prostitute.”

“No you’re not, Pen, you idiot.  Don’t start thinking that.”

She sighed.  “And I have an awful feeling…I’m not going to go to uni this year.”

We had all had this thought, but none of us wanted to articulate it.

“Let’s wait and see,” said Maddy, but without much hope in her voice.

Chapter 2.  Cute Penelope.

At ten the next morning we presented ourselves at the office.  We weren’t in our usual high spirits – instead we were feeling resentful, but also a little nervous, now that we had had a demonstration of Clarissa’s power.  She, however, was as assured and brisk as ever, as if nothing unusual had occurred between us the previous day.  She even tossed us a little compliment.

“Good morning, girls.  On time as usual, I see.  Excellent.  Now.  Assignments.  You’ll be pleased to know we’re inundated with requests for your services.  Timothy and friends are already requesting another date – they’d like you back for Timothy’s wedding next Saturday, in fact – even offering increased bonuses!  But we’ll forgo that for the time being.  They’re always going to be eager clients, and we can afford to make them wait for a while – it can only sharpen their appetites.”

Pen snorted.

“Penelope?  You wanted to say something?”

“No…”

Clarissa waited.

“…miss.”

“Right.  Well, Penelope, while I’m talking to you, I can tell you Ilse has pencilled you in for the last Saturday in August, the twenty-ninth.  So please make sure you’re available.”

“Available for what…miss?”

“Really, girl!  For whatever I decide is appropriate.  Don’t worry, I’ll think of something…original for you.  I would hate for you to be bored.”  She gave her a contemptuous frown.  “However, back to the coming week.  I’ve booked you for Thursday evening, five o’clock onwards.  I think you’ll enjoy this, after that crowd of unruly boys.  Do you know Patricia Parker-Hamilton?  No?  Well she’s a very well-respected socialite, husband’s something boring in the city, and is rarely at home, lives just outside Ravensford village.  One of my best friends.  She and two colleagues own Ravensford Equestrian Centre.  It’s her birthday, and she’s having a very small, select birthday party.  Just the three of them.  And she wants you three to join them. 

“She owns Ravensford?” gasped Pen.  “Really?  That’s, like, the best riding school in the county!  Do you think I might be able to visit if I’m super super nice to her?”

Pen was mad about horses.  She saved every penny to pay for the odd lesson or lack at the local school, Wellington – but it was a bit run down and she used to say the horses all had problems of one sort or another.

“Don’t quote me on this, but I think she may have a job vacancy at the Centre.”

“What?”

“Yes Penelope.  Of course she wanted you three to, er, spice up the evening a little, I suppose.  But I mentioned that you rode, and she seemed very interested.  So I should be on your best behaviour, if I were you.”

Pen’s eyes sparkled.  “I will, miss, I promise.  I’d do anything…”  Clarissa’s raised eyebrow cut her off.

“Really, Penelope?  Another one who’ll do “anything”.  How convenient.”

Pen turned red.

“Anyway, Patricia would like you two” – she indicated Maddy and me – “in your latex suits.  She saw you at the wedding, and I think you made quite an impression.”

“Wait, miss,” I put in, “is she by any chance a tall, slim woman with shortish black hair?”

”She is.”

“I think she spoke to us at the wedding.”

“Yes, she mentioned it.”

“But, miss,” said Pen, anxiously, “what about me?  What am I going to wear?  Does she want me in my riding gear?”

“Ah.  Not quite, Penelope.  She has asked…that you wear your school uniform.”

“What?  Why?”

“Oh, probably just her little fad.  She is rather eccentric.  You can drop it in to Linda later today.”

“What for?”

“So I can have it cleaned and pressed, of course.  We can’t have you turning up in scruffy clothes.”

“But I don’t understand…”

“Just do what you’re told, Penelope!  Jacket, tie, shoes, everything.  I hope I make myself clear.”

That was all the information she bestowed on us.  Back in the pub again, we discussed things over a few more gins.

“So you’re booked for the Pit, Pen?  Wonder what you’ll have to do.”

“I’ll worry about that when it happens.  But it’s this Ravensford thing that’s puzzling me.  Why my school uniform?  What’s the connection between my uniform and the riding school?”

I shrugged my shoulders.  “We’ll find out soon enough.  But if it helps to get you a job there…”

“That would be so great.  I’m really going to try to impress her.  I bet I know more about horses than most of her staff.”

When we returned Thursday afternoon there were our catsuits waiting for us, and there also was Pen’s uniform, as neat and fresh as can be.  Her blazer had been cleaned and pressed, she had a lovely crisp new shirt, a new school tie – when under stress she used to chew the old one – long, white as snow socks (instead of her usual tights), polished shoes, and…her school skirt.  When she emerged from the changing room, she didn’t look happy.  Our school skirts were pleated, blue tartan, worn with a narrow leather belt and leather belt-purse.  Pen was notorious for wearing short skirts.  But even that had been shortened - we guessed by Linda – so that it no longer even hid her panties! 

“Miss…why…why is it so short?”

“I think it looks quite cute…” cut in Maddy.

“Cute, Maddy?  Cute?  Oh, it’s “cute” that everyone can see your panties, is it?  And the belt with this one has only got one hole, so I can’t push it down onto my hips.”  She regarded herself in the mirror.  “I look like a fucking ten-year-old!”

“You look very sweet, Penelope,” said Clarissa in her most simpering voice.  “Patricia particularly requested that you look smart and pretty, just like schoolgirls used to look.  She hates these schoolgirls she sees around town, wearing boots, with ties half undone, and chewing gum.”

“And these panties.  Bright yellow satin with unicorns and rainbows?  Did she choose those, too?”

“No, dear.  I chose those.  And if you want my support with Patricia, I suggest you refrain from any more complaining.”

“Sorry, miss.”

“That’s better.  And listen, all three of you.  You obey Patricia as you would me – understand?  I’ll be asking her for a report on your behaviour.  And Evie will be there too, so I’ll see everything that happened.  Now, you two, into you catsuits, please, and let me connect up your dildos.  Patricia has the app now, and I’ve told her how it works.  So you can expect a lively evening!”

Chapter 3.  A Relaxing Evening.

Looking back, I can see that even in these early days I was becoming habituated to my new occupation.  It seems extraordinary, but I even felt a little irritated at Pen’s complaints.  It was partly the money, of course.  I had become independent overnight.  Maddy and I had already talked about renting a flat together.  I pulled on my panties and slid the heavy dildo into my vagina without the slightest qualm.  In fact, I think I was almost looking forward to the sensation of being firmly, snugly penetrated.  At this stage I didn’t possess a dildo of my own, and the previous evening, as I was masturbating watching Pen’s video again – yes I know that was rather rude, but I couldn’t help myself – I had wished I did have one.

When we were dressed in all our finery, including those sexy little red ankle boots, but minus the mitts (thank goodness), we exited the changing room to find Evie waiting for us.  She greeted us cheerfully.

“Hi, girls.  An all-female do tonight, then.  Bit of a change from yesterday!”

I couldn’t help smiling.

“Did you like my work?”

“No!” spat Pen.

“I did,” said Maddy, with a cheeky grin.  Pen looked at her aghast. It seemed we were both feeling a little ambiguous about our companion.  I’m not proud of it.  For all our protestations of friendship and support, I think we were more afraid of upsetting Clarissa and putting our jobs in jeopardy than protecting Pen. But also I have to admit there had been something rather satisfying about watching little miss wholesome being forced to act the slut.  I also found it quite exciting – in a totally non-sexual way, of course.

Clarissa ignored the exchange.  She handed her friend a cloth bag.  “Evie, darling, here are the hoods and things.  I didn’t discuss the hours.  Just fit in with what Patricia wants.  Play it by ear.”

“Course, darling.  Come on girls.  Let get moving.”

Evie loaded us into the limo, climbed into the driver’s seat, closed the partition, and set off.  Pen sat between us, holding down the hem of her tiny skirt.

“Why is it always me that get the short straw?”

“I don’t know what you’re complaining about,” sniggered Maddy.  “First you had all those lovely pricks to suck on, now you’ve been selected as Patricia’s special pet.”

“Shut up, Mads.  It’s not funny!  Clarissa must think I’m a fucking nympho!”

You will be, darling.  You will be, if Clarissa has her way, I thought.

“First it’s thirty randy, oversexed young guys, now it’s a bunch of lesbians, just dying to get their hands up my skirt!”

“Well, at least they won’t have far to go,” I suggested.

“Stop making fun of me, you two!  Do you actually want to see me being groped by three raging perverts?”

Our silence spoke volumes.  Maddy spluttered, suppressing a laugh.  Me, I was feeling pretty horny.  The dildo, though inert, was vibrating slightly inside me from the movement of the car.  I found myself stealing glances at Pen.  Honestly, she looked so cute I wouldn’t have minded groping her myself, sliding my fingers under those sissy little panties and…”  I took a few deep breaths.  I had to calm down.  We weren’t even there yet.

But the thought of seeing Pen aroused again was already getting me hot.  I remembered her cumming and cumming at the stag party.  Even now it makes me blush that I could be so lecherous – my best friend, too.  But it was the way she came that I found such a turn-on – sort of surprised, and then trying to pretend it wasn’t happening.  I watched her climaxes on that video over and over.  Like, she was obviously nearly passing out with pleasure, but she managed to keep the bloke’s prick firmly in her mouth – yes, and swallow his spunk – at the same as the convulsions were jolting her whole body.  Apart from that and a few plaintive squeaks, she really almost managed to keep her cool.  What a little prim and proper little miss she was!

The car turned off the road, and crunched slowly up a gravel drive.  The house was a pretty forbidding building on the outside, I guessed Edwardian, in a confused and degenerate mixture of styles, with red brick towers of various sizes pierced with ugly stained glass windows framed in decaying yellow sandstone.  The door was opened by a cheerful but scatty-looking blonde of about thirty-five, wearing a short, tight, tarty red dress, fishnets, and knee boots.  She looked us up and down with obvious approval, and ushered us in.

“I’m Sophie, Patricia’s friend.”  She giggled.  “I mean, she does have other friends – but not many!  Come through and introduce yourselves.”

The interior was an improvement.  There was high ceilings and a lot of dark oak, but also a lot of modern pictures and bright, sparkling chandeliers.  She led us down a corridor to the rear of the house, where there was a massive lounge, with loads of big velvety armchairs and sofas, a marble fireplace, and a refectory table at which sat two women, probably about the same age as Sophie.

“Come in, girls!  Welcome!” said one, whom I recognised from the wedding.  She stood up, to reveal a really rather perfect figure encased in a simple black dress.  Her companion remained seated, watching us with a knowing smile.  I could see she was wearing a shirt and tie, with riding breeches and riding boots.  She has short hair too, died bronze.  It occurred to me they could have been three older versions of us.

The tall one came and kissed each of us in turn on the cheek.

“I’m Patricia.  I remember you from the wedding.  You’ve met Sophie, and this is my other best friend, Estella.  Hi Evie, how are you?  How’s Clarissa?”

“Well, Pat, we’re both well.  May I introduce…”

“Let me guess.  I know who you are, my dear.  Penelope, isn’t it?”  She gently lifted Pen’s chin.  “Take off your blazer, dear.  There’s a hanger in the hall.  And you are Madison, and you must be Letitia.  If I had my way, I’d have all pretty young girls colour-coded.  It would make it so simple to pick out the one you wanted…”  She looked at us meaningfully.

“Now, Sophie has prepared dinner.  She’s a wonderful cook” – here Sophie shyly demurred – “she is!  And I’m sure you’re going to enjoy her creation.  The wine’s open, and we have a cellar full below.  So don’t stint yourselves.  My husband’s on the other side of the world – long may he remain there – and there’s nothing whatsoever to disturb us.”

We were starving, and the dinner was delicious.  The main course was chicken with pesto and olives, in a white wine sauce.  We laid into the wine freely.  By the time dessert was brought in, I was tingling all over and feeling pleasantly dizzy.  Dessert was some concoction of sponge laced with Cointreau, smothered with a topping of puréed fruits and a thick cream sauce, accompanied by champagne.  I suppose the wine helped, but we were soon all chatting away twenty to the dozen.  Evie left the table periodically to do some filming, but we were oblivious to her presence now.  Our new acquaintances were really good company.  I hadn’t felt so happy and relaxed for ages.  I couldn’t believe we were going to get paid for having such fun.

Pen was sitting next to Estella, and soon got the conversation round to horses.

“I can’t believe you run Ravensford, Estella.  I’ve always dreamed of going there.”

“We run it, and we own the land.  We’re very lucky.  The land belonged to Patricia’s father, and when he died he left it to her.  We’d always wanted to have our own riding school, so Sophie and I bought in, and here we are.  I run the place.  Pat and Sophie do all the admin.  You use Wellington, don’t you?  Clarissa told me.  It’s not bad…”

“It’s not up to your standards.  And it’s quite small…”

I could imagine she was dying to mention the vacancy, but was restraining herself.

“Well, I don’t know whether Clarissa mentioned it, but we may have a job that would suit you.”

“She did say something…”

“I suppose you’d like us to interview you.”

“Oh, yes please, Estella.  If you would.  Just to have a chance…”

“We’ll discuss it later, shall we?”

“Girls?  Do you mind if I…feel your catsuits.  The looks so amazing, so smooth, and…sexy.”

“Help yourself, Patricia.  It’s all those things.  Clarissa really knows her stuff when it comes to clothes.”

She was running her fingers down my arm, then along my thigh.  Then she turned to Maddy, and put one hand flat on her chest.

“I can’t tell you…how this makes me feel.  I love rubber, but I love it even more on others than wearing it myself.  I’ve never seen anything quite like these, though…  Your breasts…”

“Yes.  They’re designed to squeeze the breasts and engorge the nipples.”  I had lost any inhibitions I may have had.  I liked this woman, and I was feeling as horny as hell.  I put my hand on her bare thigh.  “Feel free, Patricia…”

She needed no second bidding.  She began to tug gently at my left nipple, watching my face for a reaction.  I moaned, closed my eyes, and let my head fall back.  In a moment she was playing with both, rolling and pulling till they were stiff and long.  I was choking with desire.  “Please, Patricia, please…”  She let go and rose.  The next moment I felt the dildo inside my beginning to pulse, and then she was on her knees in front of me, squeezing my breasts and nibbling at the points, going from one to the other.  I opened my eyes and watched her.  We were both frantic with lust.  Maddy had twisted round, watching greedily.  I could see by her behaviour that Patricia must have switched on her dildo as well.  Then she decided to get involved.  She slipped off the sofa onto the floor, and slid one hand up Patricia’s skirt.  Patricia gasped.  “Oh, god, yes, please fucking do that, Madison.  Do whatever you fucking want!”  I was vaguely aware of the lens of Evie’s camera pointing at me.  I saw Maddy’s face disappear between Patricia’s legs.  Patricia gave a cry of ecstasy as my friend’s fingers slid deep into her pussy and her tongue started to flick back and forth across her clitoris.  We went at each other for several minutes, and ended up on the floor, Maddy and I sharing Patricia’s dripping pussy.  Were we not the finest, most shameless pair of whores in the world?  The thought drove me quickly to a massive orgasm, with Patricia and Maddy not far behind.

We lay there panting, our heads resting on Patricia’s tummy.  I was still vibrating with pleasure.  I looked across to the other sofa, where Evie was now focussing her attention..  Sophie had her tongue half way down Pen’s throat, one arm around her shoulders, the other holding her right leg over the arm of the sofa.  Pen’s panties were down around one ankle.  Estella was kneeling it between her open thighs, fucking her with two fingers and sucking and nibbling her clitoris as if it were a jelly bean.  I watched intently.  Pen didn’t seem to be objecting too much now.  On the contrary, as I watched she exploded into orgasm, bucking and moaning with pleasure.  After she subsided, I saw Estella give Sophie a satisfied wink.  Sophie ruffled Pen’s hair.

“Our little schoolgirl’s passed her interview,” she smiled.

Chapter 4.  Penelope’s New Position.

Patricia was sitting up.

“Will she do, Stella?”

“She’s perfect.  Look at her.  Can you imagine how popular she’ll be?”

Pen looked puzzled.  “Popular?”

“Yes, darling.  Stella, perhaps you should explain.”

Estella took a deep breath.  “Okay.  Penelope, we have a problem at Ravensford.  There are around twenty stable girls, and six stable lads.”

“You want me to be a stable girl?  I’d love to!”

“Well, not quite.  Something a little more important than that.  And there’d be perks.  You could come and ride free any time you liked.  Have a choice of mounts.  And at first we’d only need you for three or four hours one Friday or Saturday morning.  The pay would be forty pounds an hour, just like Clarissa’s paying you, and we’d give you a sizeable bonus on top.

“But…but…what would I have to do?”

“Well, as I said, there are six stable lads.  And they’re becoming a bit of a problem.  Bothering the girls – you understand what I’m saying.  I’m having to cope with complaints two or three times a week.  They’re horny boys, just at that age…”

“They need some relief,” said Sophie.  “And we think you’d be the perfect candidate to operate the release valves.”

“What?  What do you mean?”

“We’ve seen the video,” said Patricia.  “That was some performance.”

“You’ve seen…”

“The stag party.  Yes.  Clarissa sent it over.  Wow, Penelope.”

“She promised she wouldn’t show anyone!  How could she?”

“Well, I am her best friend.  We have no secrets.”

“But…  And you want me to…”

“Yes.  If you didn’t mind...”

“No.  No way!  I’m not fucking doing it!”

“But it’s only six guys, Penelope,  There must have been thirty at that party.”

“And you said you couldn’t get enough, if I remember correctly,” added  Estella, archly.

“And when you’ve finished you’ll have the run of the place.  The boys will love you, dear.  You’ll make them so happy, and you’ll be helping our girls no end,” smiled Sophie.

Pen was almost speechless.  “I-I can’t believe you even suggesting such a thing!  What do you think I am?”

“You’re an expert little cocksucker, for one thing,” said Estella, coolly.  “You’re just what we need.”

“No!  Forget it!”

“Pity,” said Patricia, with a sigh.  “Oh well, better get this done.”  She rose, fetched a briefcase from behind the sofa, and took out a laptop.  She put it on the table and opened it.

“Wait!” said Pen, nervously.  “What are you doing?”

“Sorry, Penelope.  Clarissa’s orders.  I have to submit your video for publication.  Now, what was the name of that site?”

“Milky Dolls?  Yes, that’s it,” said Estella.

“Ah, yes, that’s right.  Got it.  I bet this one’s going to get masses of hits.”

“No!  Don’t!”  Pen was panicking.  I’m ashamed to say I was enjoying every minute.  I half wanted Patricia to do it.  What a bitch I am!

“It won’t take a second….upload…now, submit.”

“No!  I’ll do it!  I’ll do it!  Whatever you want!  I swear I will!”

“Are you quite sure, Penelope?  I mean, this is a very niche site.  You may be lucky…”

“No.  Please, Patricia.  I’ll do whatever is needed.  I promise.  Just don’t do it – please!”

Patricia paused, and looked at her friends.

“I believe she’s serious, Pats,” said Estella.  “I really do.  Let’s give her the benefit of the doubt.”

Patricia looked at her doubtfully, but then closed the laptop.  “If you say so.  Pity, though.  It would definitely have been top of the pops.”

Pen had had a real fright.  She looked at us for support, but then saw our expressions.

“What the fuck are you two grinning at?”

“Can we come watch?” asked Maddy.

“Of course, dear,” said Estella.

“I’d better ring Clarissa,” said Patricia.  She dialled the number.  “Darling, it’s me.  Penelope’s agreed!  Yes, wonderful.  I think she’ll be perfect….oh, yes….I see.  When will it be ready, then?...Oh, that’s not too bad.  Penelope, darling.  Can you make Friday week?  The…er…twenty-fourth?  Great!  Isn’t it exciting?  All right Clarissa.  Proceed as planned?  Of course.  We’ll talk later, then.  Byee.”

“What was that about,” asked Pen, sulkily. 

“Nothing dear.  You’ll see.  Now, shall we have some more wine?  Then I have an idea for a new game…”

Chapter 5.  My Best Darling.

After a few more drinks, I was starting to feel horny again, thinking about what was in store for “pretty Penelope”.  Pen looked as though she was thinking about it too, though with a lot less enthusiasm.  She sat slumped on the sofa, legs out in front of her, sulking.  The wine had obviously blunted her self-consciousness, because her skirt was half way up her bum, and her yellow panties were on full view, much to the obvious approval of our hosts.

Maddy had asked Patricia about the house, and she was enumerating its faults and its advantages.

“Does it have a cellar,” asked Mads.  “I saw Sophie bring the wine up from somewhere.”

“I’m glad you asked me that, Madison.  It does.  In fact, I was going to show you around.  I’ll take you down in a minute – though Penelope looks supremely bored by our conversation.”

Pen cast her a disdainful look.

“Stella?  Sophie?  Perhaps you should take Penelope down first.  She looks as though she needs something to take her mind off whatever she’s brooding about.”

“You know what I’m “brooding” about, as you call it.” returned Pen.  “Yeah.  Let’s go.  Anything’s better than sitting here listening to you lot rabbiting away.”

Estella rose, pulled Pen up out of her chair, and led her towards the door.  Sophie and Evie followed.

“We’ll be down shortly,” called Patricia, as they disappeared.  I heard a door open and shut, then some muffled steps.

“Girls.  Quickly.”  Patricia had picked up her phone and dialled a number.  “Hi.  It’s me.  Penelope’s just gone down.  I’ll put you onto the girls.  You’re on speaker.”

“Hello girls.”  Clarissa’s voice, sounding very bright and breezy. 

“Hello, miss,” I said, slightly puzzled.  “Is there a problem?”

“Quite the opposite, Letitia.  Now, you both love Penelope very much, am I right?”

“Yeah, course we do.”

“Very, very much?”

“Yes…”  I was wondering what was coming next.

“I thought so.  Well now’s your chance to show just how much you do love her, physically as well as spiritually.  If you look in Evie’s bag, amongst other things, you will find your full-face hoods, and two…ah…special garments.”

“Miss?”

Patricia was already rummaging through it.  With a wink, she held up what looked like a pair of pink latex hotpants, but with a small modification.  At the front was a moulded prosthetic penis, no bigger than our dildos, but with a slight upward curve.

“Oh my god, miss…  What are those…?”

“Yes, Letitia.  Yours are the pink ones, Madison’s the yellow.  I’m trusting you to make the experience pleasurable for her.  Something she might like to repeat sometime.  Do you think you can do that?”

“But miss…surely you don’t mean…  I mean to say, my own best friend?” – though inwardly I was vibrating with excitement.

“All I’m asking is for you to make love to her.  Is that so difficult?”  Her voice hardened a little.  “Anyway, you don’t have a choice – not unless you’d both like to find yourself on your knees next to her at Ravensford Equestrian Centre.  Well, would you?”  

“No, miss!” we chorused.

“I thought not.  So, put on your hoods – there’s no need for anyone to see your faces – and the pants.  You’ll find they differ slightly.  I’m sure I don’t need to be explicit about what you are required to do.  Don’t feel guilty, girls.  This is all part of Penelope’s training.  At the end of it, she’ll be a much happier, much more compliant little girl, you’ll see.  If you need anything else, Patricia will bring you up to speed.  Now, I have to go.  Have a nice time, won’t you?  All three of you.  Patricia, darling?  Talk later, okay?  Bye for now.”

“Bye, Clarissa dear,” said Patricia, gaily.  As she put the phone down, I thought I heard muffled sounds from below, as if of people arguing.  Patricia handed the pink hotpants to me, and a yellow pair to Maddy.  I turned them over in my hands.  Heavy latex, with a very smooth, glossy finish, the curved prosthetic beautifully and realistically moulded, I guess about five inches long, with a firm, globular head and bumpy, veined shaft.  I looked at Maddy’s.  Very similar, except that the phallus was thinner and longer - obviously designed for rear entry.  We stared at each other.  Maddy’s eyes were twinkling. 

“We don’t have a choice, Lettie, do we.  I mean, I would never have dreamed of such a thing, but…”

“We’ll have to make the best of it,” I added.  “I hope Pen’s not going to be…annoyed with us.  I’ll explain it wasn’t our choice…”  But all the while, all I could think was, “I’m going to get to fuck her…I’m going to get to fuck Pen.  Yes!”  And it dawned on me that I must always have wanted to make love to her in some way or another. 

“Well, girls.  Aren’t you going to try them on?”

They were tight, but slipped on very easily.  I skipped around the room, showing it off.  The rubber penis bounced as I walked.  So this was what it felt like to be a bloke!  Maddy was fondling hers, fascinated.

“There’s lube downstairs,” Patricia remarked.  “We’ll wait till they call us down.”

“How are we going to do this?” asked Maddy.

“You’ll see.  Ah, that’s Estella.  Let’s go.  I’ll bring your hoods.”

She led us to an oak door under the back stairs.  “Mind the steps, girls.”  She opened it.  I saw it was padded with leather or something inside.  A flight of oak steps led downwards.  The stairs were dark, but I could see Evie with her camera, and a bright light filtering from the far side of the cellar.  As we descended, I took in the scene. In front of me, at the far end, I could see a stone arch with bottles gleaming faintly beyond.  The wine-cellar, clearly.  And to the left what looked like some sort of lock-up – a row of cages, steel bars shining in the light.  In was only when we neared the foot of the stairs that the whole room came into view.  It was cavernous.  Brick walls and a grey tiled floor.  The corners were in shadow, but near the far wall spotlights illuminated an area where a familiar figure was squirming and whining.

“It’s called a vertical stocks,” said Patricia, as we approached the tableau.  We gaped.  At ninety degrees to the wall two substantial steel posts, perhaps a metre or so apart, were bolted to the floor.  Between them stood Pen, arms up as if in a gesture of surrender, her wrists and neck held firm in three holes of a flat polished wood crosspiece, ankles chained to the feet of the posts, holding her legs slightly apart.  When we examined it more closely, we could see the holes were lined with leather, and the crosspiece was in two halves, hinged at one end and fastened at the other.  Pen was firmly ball-gagged, emitting muffled noises of protest.  When she caught sight of our new appendages, her eyes widened with apprehension, and she began to shake her head vigorously.  We decided it would be better to ignore her than try to reassure her.

“We might as well get on with it,” I said to Maddy.  In truth, I could hardly wait.  Her panties were peeping out seductively from beneath the hem of her school skirt.  Her school tie was a little askew, so I adjusted it and smoothed down the collar of her shirt.  I smiled into her face, ignoring her knitted brow, and leant forward and gave her a little kiss – no, not on the lips, but on her ball gag!

“Yeah, let’s.”  She took our hoods from Patricia, and handed me mine.  In inhaled the scent of the latex as it slid over my head, and snapped into place.  God, it felt good.  I felt powerful, totally in control.  Encased in thick latex, with my very own permanently erect penis!

“Ready, Evie?” asked Estella.  She needn’t have bothered.  Now we were hooded, Evie had already turned her attention from the captive Penelope to us, panning up and down our bodies from our emotionless latex faces to our jutting prosthetics and back again.

Maddy and I had a short consultation.  I turned to Patricia.

“I think we should have her gag out.  It would be nice to hear what she has to say.”

“Well, I’m not sure…but if you say so.”

“Please.”  If I was going to do this, I was going to have as much fun as possible.

Estella unbuckled the gag.  It was hardly out of her mouth when Pen released a torrent of abuse.

“You fuckers!  You fucking pervert bitches!  Don’t you dare!  I’ll fucking kill you!”

We lubed up.  I moved to face her, the tip of the rubber penis brushing the tops of her thighs.  “Penelope, darling.  I know you really want it.  You want it so badly, don’t you?”  I stuck my tongue out through my mouth hole.  She actually spat in my face!  “Fuck off!”

I held onto her belt, and allowed the tip of the curved phallus to press against the crotch of her panties.  Whatever she professed, her pussy was already wet, her panties slick with her juices.  I began to rock gently back and forth, letting it begin to separate the lips.

“No…please…”  Her imprecations became replaced by desperate exhortation.  “Lettie, I beg you…”

I ignored her, continuing my gentle thrusts, and allowing the head to press more firmly against her, as if seeking to penetrate her panties.  After a few minutes of this she subsided in silence, and began to breathe noisily.  I couldn’t wait any longer.  I took one hand off her belt, reached down, and slowly hooked her panties aside.  She gasped.  Now my penis was sliding against flesh.  She was oozing, making the bulbous head slippery.  I let it separate her swollen lips.  I moved my hands to her breasts, and massaged them lovingly.  She began to sob and choke, and suddenly she was thrusting against me, desperately, urgently.  I didn’t move.  She pushed down, forcing the head inside herself, and began gabbling inarticulately.

“Lettie…darling…oh, please…fucking fuck…I fucking love it…I’m sorry…I’m a fucking bitch fucking pervert bitch just do it do me I want it…..”  Her voice trailed off.  Well, she asked for it.  I licked her lips, sucked her tongue into my mouth.  I put my hands on her bum and pulled her onto me.  It slid in, up inside her, as easy as a finger into an overripe pear.  I pulled the back of her panties aside – our pre-arranged signal – and Maddy stepped forward and penetrated her from behind.  She cried out.  Then we began, with gentle alternate thrusts, letting her savour each dildo individually, letting her enjoy the contrasting sensations.  I was oblivious to Evie, oblivious to the three women.  I was fucking my best friend, and I loved it!  I could hear her moaning and gasping with pleasure, the most delightful sound I think I had ever heard.  I was in a sort of trance.  Maddy and I, moving in perfect synchronicity, Pen between us, the three of us united in mutual pleasure.

And all at once my and Maddy’s pleasure was redoubled.  Our dildos sprang into life, throbbing at maximum speed.  Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of Patricia, fiddling with her phone, and trying to watch us at the same time.  She was opened-mouth, her eyes riveted on us.  We both moaned simultaneously.  Our rhythm went to pieces totally.  I began to thrust wildly, biting my lip in an attempt to ward of orgasm.  For a minute or so I succeeded, until all at once my dildo stopped merely pulsing, and began to pound furiously.  I think Maddy and I came simultaneously – I heard her scream as I was myself racked with pleasure – and our orgasms transmitted themselves to Pen, who followed hard upon us, bucking and whimpering in her restraints.

I held onto my love for some seconds, then slid to the floor.  I remember noticing a little stream of juice trickling down her leg, and dripping from the top of one sock.  I knelt up, and licked off the whipped-up foam oozing from her pussy, making her twitch and gasp.  Then I collapsed again.  I was vaguely aware of Evie recording the conclusion of the session. The women were also lying down.  I realised we were probably not the only ones who had just yielded to orgasm.  Evie alone had apparently kept her cool.  But I had a strong suspicion that she was accustomed to save her pleasure for the editing process.

Chapter 6.  A Horsey Tale.

That was it for the evening.  Exhausted by the combined effect of my exertions and the wine, all I wanted to do was to sleep.  Patricia insisted we all stay, and showed us to a big bedroom with two double beds and an en suite bathroom.  Evie left, no doubt eager to get on with her “editing”.  We showered and slipped between the cool sheets, Maddy in one bed and Pen and I in the other, in each other’s arms.  We slept till Sophie woke us with coffee and croissants at nine the next morning.  While I ate mine, Pen slipped down under the sheets, and made a meal of my pussy.  It seemed a new phase of our relationship had begun.

We lay in bed till after ten, talking about the previous evening.

“They’re from the same stable as Clarissa, this lot,” laughed Pen, using an appropriate metaphor.  “I wonder how long they’ve all known each other?”

“Yes, and I wonder what goes on at Ravensford Equestrian Centre,” added Maddy.  “Sounds to me as if it may be fairly febrile.”

“If it’s not, it’s soon going to be,” I remarked, “when our friend here takes the boys in hand…”

“Shut up about that, Lettie!”  I gave her a quick sideways glance.  She wasn’t joking.  I began to wonder about her.  The fact she’d never had a boyfriend, how upset she was about being forced to pay lip service to boys, how she’d responded to my attention.  I really wouldn’t have minded at all if she were lesbian.  I’d willingly have shared my life with her, to the exclusion of men.  I mean, with dildos like these, men were pretty much obsolete, as far as I was concerned.

That Friday was free, and Patricia and co didn’t seem at all eager to let us go, so that morning we all sat around chatting.

“I’m looking forward to seeing the movie,” smiled Sophie.  That Evie’s got a real talent as a filmmaker.”

“Have you known her long?” I asked.

“Years,” said Patricia.  “As long as we’ve known Clarissa.  We were all together at uni once.”

“Oh.  We did wonder…”

“Yes.  Evie’s done some amazing work for us.  Last year she helped us….oh, maybe I shouldn’t go into that…as you’ll be going to the riding school shortly.”

“Why not?” asked Maddy, sensing a good story.  “We can keep a secret, if that’s what you’re worrying about.”

“No, it’s not that.  It’s just that the story’s about a girl who worked  there, and…”

“I don’t see it would do any harm,” said Sophie.  “They’re going to find out sometime…”

“Maybe…but…”  I saw her nod slightly in Pen’s direction.  “Stella?  What do you think?”

“Go on, Stella, tell ‘em about Timothea!” grinned Sophie.

“If you’re sure…  But I won’t mention…you know…”

“Won’t mention what?” said Pen, with faint disappointment.

“Nothing, Penelope.  Nothing important.”

Estella’s Story:

All right.  Here goes.  All sitting comfortably?  Then I’ll begin.  Apart from the horses at Ravensford available to ride out, a few are owned by other people and we just look after them.  One of those was Billy, a sixteen hands bay stallion.  His owner was off somewhere abroad for a year or two.  He was too skittish to ride, and he got his exercise being walked and occasionally taken in tow round the forest when we were exercising other horses - not mares or fillies, I hasten to add.  Billy resented being denied his conjugal rights, but there was nothing we could do about it.  I don’t know if you can imagine what life in a biggish stable is like.  I mean, the atmosphere is pretty earthy.  The girls have to work long hours and get their hands dirty, but it’s a labour of love.  The work hard, and they play hard.  There’s always some prank or other going on, but it’s all taken in good part.  It’s not at all the highly-disciplined set-up you might imagine.  But ultimately we all have the interests of the animals at heart.

Well, last year we had several new recruits.  But there was this one girl – Timothea – she was such an innocent.  Honestly, talk about a lamb to the slaughter.  I knew the other girls would eat her up in a minute.  She’d been educated at some tiny private school out in the sticks, and I think her parents suddenly realised it was time for her to get some experience of the real world.  She was a shy and pale-looking girl, but I took her in, with some misgivings, and gave her one of the live-in rooms.  But I warned all the girls to leave her alone.  I mean, to be friendly, but not to start playing tricks on her.  I didn’t want to have to send her back home.  It would have been a failure on my part.

Things went along fine for a few days.  Then one morning my head groom, Sarah, knocked at my door.

“Miss?  Can I ask you something?”

“Of course, Sarah.”

“What do you think about letting Timmie groom Billy?  Would that be allowed?”

Up to then she had just been mucking out, feeding and grooming the ponies.

I laughed.  “I’m not sure she’s ready for that, Sarah.  Psychologically I mean.  How do you think she’d react?”

“Well, she’s got to learn about these things sometime, miss.  I’ll keep an eye on her, don’t worry.”

In the end I agreed.  The thing is, Billy had to be groomed, of course, and he likes it a lot – too much, in fact.  And if it’s a girl brushing him down…well, he starts to get very excited, if you know what I mean.  We’re used to it now.  One of the girls even tried brushing her boyfriend, with a hairbrush, to see if it would have the same effect!”

“And did it?” I asked.

“Apparently not.  He just thought she was a bit kinky.  Anyway, I suppose it sort of appealed to my perverted imagination.  So Sarah gave her instructions, all about how she had to brush him very thoroughly, and not ignore his belly, and so on, and left her to it.  But she hid in the next stall and watched through a hole in the wall.”

“And what happened?”

“Well, Timmie only been at it for five minutes when Billy began to respond.  It took her a few more minutes to notice, but when she worked her way down to his belly she suddenly saw it.  According to Sarah, she just stood there, transfixed.  She thought the poor girl was going to flee, but with commendable self-control, she carried on and finished the job, kneeling down and cleaning, brushing and oiling his hooves.  She was a very thorough worker, I’ll give her that..  By that time Billy was in a state of full, glorious erection, and his sheath was bobbing about right in front of her eyes.  Now at this point, Sarah expected Timmie to collect up her gear and get out.  But she was clearly mesmerised by the size of Billy’s penis.  Sarah said she looked behind her at the stable door, and listened for a few seconds.  Then, very gingerly, she reached out and touched it with her fingertips!”

Pen gasped.  She was as attentive us me and Maddy.  “Yeah?”

“She did.  And thankfully Sarah had the sense to vacate her hiding place, and creep round to the stable door.  Quietly she got out her phone, and peeped in.  To her delight, Timmie had got a little bolder, and actually had her fingers around Billy’s erect penis, staring at it.  Timmie must have heard something, because just as Sarah snapped the photo, she abruptly turned her head, and stared straight at her!”

“Do you have the picture?” asked Maddy, excitedly.

“Yes, I do.  Have patience.  I’ll show you later.”  She smiled.

“As I was saying, Sarah got this amazing snap, then turned and ran for it.  Well, in fact she ran straight to me.  I was in my office.  She didn’t even knock.  She crashed in, bursting with excitement.”

“Miss!  Miss!  You have to see this!”

“What do I have to….”

She was holding her phone right in front of my face.  I stared, for some seconds unable to speak.

“When…how…did you get…that?”

“Just now, miss!  I ran straight here to show you!”

My mind was racing.  “Right, Sarah.  Listen.  Send me that picture now, and delete it from your phone.  I mean that.  And not a word to anyone else.  Not a word, do you understand?”

“Yes, miss.”

“And then tell Timothea I want to see her at once…no, no, not at once.  Say at two o’clock.  Let her stew a bit.  Two o’clock in my office.  Got it?”

“Yes, miss.  Right away, miss.”  Sarah was a little minx, if the truth were told.

I sat back in my chair and stared at the picture.  It was a beautiful, inescapable piece of evidence.  A  perfect portrayal of sexual discovery.  Timothea, squatting in the hay on the stable floor, looking up in wide-eyed surprise, caught in the act, one hand on her knee, the other…well.  Billy in full tumescence, his penis as thick as her arm, her fingers attempting - but failing – to close around it.  I took a deep breath.  I needed time to think.

Timothea was already outside my office when I returned from lunch, about a quarter to two.  I could see she was in a state.  Her blonde ringlets were awry, her blue eyes wide and frightened, her cheeks burning.

“Y-you wanted to see me, miss….”

I felt sorry for her, but it was important I stuck to my plan.

“You may knock at two o’clock, Timothea, and I will see you then if I am not too busy,” I said, coolly.  Her lips were trembling nervously.

“Yes, miss.”

At two I had her in.

“Timothea, I believe I asked you to groom Billy.  Can you explain precisely what aspect of grooming this represents?”  I showed her the picture.  I thought she was going to faint.

“I-I-I didn’t mean…I didn’t mean any harm…I didn’t realise it would….”  She hung her head and lapsed into silence. 

“Is that all you have to say?”

“Please don’t tell my parents, miss!  Please!”

I had frightened her enough, poor thing.

“Timothea, I’m not going to tell your parents – or anyone.  Listen to me, darling.  I think you were just trying to finish the job.  Isn’t that right?  I asked you to groom Billy thoroughly, didn’t I, and you were just trying to do what was right?”

She looked up, a faint expression of hope in her eyes.  “Yes, miss.  That was it.  I really wanted to do a good job.  And Billy, you know, he is such a lovely horse, he deserves…”

I cut her off with a wave of my hand.  “He is, he is very pretty.  Now let us get this thing in proportion.  Billy has obviously taken a special liking to you.  I’ve never seen him react like that to anyone else.”  I lied in my teeth, but I had a plan.

“Really, miss?”

“Truly.  Now, how about if I put him entirely in your charge?  You will have to groom him daily, muck out his stable, and be responsible for his bedding, food and water.  What do you say?”

“Oh, miss!  That would be amazing!”

“And I know some girls are squeamish about stallions, but I don’t think, from this picture, that you fit into that category.  It has always seemed to me that horses deserve just as much attention as we give ourselves.  Do you agree?”

“Oh, yes, miss.  Absolutely.”

“And we wouldn’t refrain from washing our private parts when we bathe, would we?”

“N-no, miss.”

“So, Timothea, do you think you’d be up to dealing with Billy’s private parts, as part of his grooming routine?”

“D-dealing with…?”

“You’d need to wash him gently in warm, soapy water, pat him dry, and apply some cold cream, to keep the sheath nice and soft and flexible.  Could you do that, do you think?”  I said this quite matter-of-factly, and waited for her response.  She stared at me for a moment, unsure whether she had heard correctly.  But when she saw I was perfectly serious, she replied with considerable enthusiasm.

“Oh, yes, miss!  Definitely!  I would be very gentle.  Very gentle indeed!”  She could hardly contain her enthusiasm.

“Good girl.  I knew I could rely on you.  Now, let’s say you’ll take over your new responsibilities next Monday week?  Would that be all right?  I’d like to renovate his stable, mend the doors and so on.  We don’t want the other girls spying on you.  Because I must tell you, there may be some jealousy.  Billy’s everyone’s favourite, and he’s such a fine young horse too.”

“I understand, miss.  Yes, Monday week.  Thank you so much.  I promise I’ll do a really good job, I really will!”

“And who knows, if you and he get to be good friends, and you manage to calm him down a bit, you may even be able to ride him out one day.”

“Really?  Do you think so?”

“Well, it’s a possibility.  If your gentle care and attention can alleviate of some of his pent-up energies and frustrations…”

She looked thoughtful.  “That would be wonderful, miss…”

“Stella has such a devious mind,” put in Sophie.  “But we all thought we could have some fun with the girl.  We had less than a fortnight to get the place fixed up.  But we had a very helpful firm of builders.  We had the doors replaced so she would have total privacy.  We filled the holes in the walls.  We put bolts on the inside.”

“And we had proper lighting put in,” added Estella, “and a little sink with hot and cold running water.”

“And…”  Patricia’s voice dropped to a whisper.  “…we got Evie in.  She’s a whizz at this sort of thing.   She installed two hidden high definition cameras, with audio, of course, linked to my office computer!”

“You are the worst,” I said, “all three of you.”  And I meant it.  What a bunch of deviants!  Women, too.  Sophie seemed to acknowledge their behaviour was quite reprehensible.  She made a weak excuse.

“Well, you know, I think Billy did need some special attention.  He was such a tearaway.”

“So what happened?” asked Maddy, eagerly, ignoring her.

“Well, before she started I gave Timothea a present.  Her very own grooming kit in a special bag, complete with a big tub of cold cream.  She was pathetically grateful, and promised she’d look after Billy as if he were her own.  And she was as good as her word.  The first few days she was terribly nervous.  She’d get half way through her grooming routine, and he would start to get aroused.  By the time she got down to the hooves, it was right in her face.  She didn’t have the nerve to do anything more than slosh some water over it, and then depart.  Then she had an idea.  She changed the routine.  She did the hooves first, and then the brushing.  That at least delayed the inevitable.  It took about two weeks before she could pluck up courage actually to wash it.  She used a natural sponge, and a little soap, and sponged it down gently, talking to him soothingly all the time.  It was so sweet.  Then after she’d finished, she just knelt there staring at it -  remember?  The same routine went on for over another week.  We were giving up the idea that she’d ever go any farther.  I no longer bothered to watch the live feed.  But then, one day, when I  reviewed the tapes, my heart leapt.  She had finished the wash as usual, but this time, she had patted it dry with a soft towel.  It was nicely extended, but still hanging down under its own weight.  Then, to my inexpressible delight, she reached for her bag, took out a fresh pair of latex gloves, put them on, then produced the tub of cold cream!”

She paused, and shook her head.

“I was holding my breath.  She was kneeling right next to Billy’s fully extended penis, still hesitant, I could see.  But then she made a sudden decision, scooped out a handful of cream, and smeared it down the length of it.  Billy whinnied, but she had committed now, and proceeded to massage it gently in, with both hands, talking to him quietly the whole time.  As she proceeded, his penis slowly grew quite rigid, and elevating steadily to an angle about forty-five degrees.  Juices began to ooze steadily from its tip, hanging in a long sticky string between it and his bedding.  Timmie started to become flustered.  She realised she had used far too much cream, and now the only way she could get rid of the excess was to massage it in.  But the longer she did so, the more excited Billy became, snorting and nickering and stamping his hind feet, and the more pre-cum he leaked.  Whether or not she realised the probable consequence of her conscientiousness, I’m not sure.  I think not, because, when it happened, she seemed totally taken by surprise.  Billy made a noise deep down in his throat, his muscles tensed, and the first jet of cum spurted violently from his penis, splattering against his front legs.  Horrified at the prospect of his newly-groomed coat becoming soiled, Timmie unthinkingly grabbed the tumescent organ in one hand, and clapped the other over the head, presumably thinking she could arrest further emissions.  The result was catastrophic. Sperm erupted in all directions.  But she persisted.  All she managed to do was to coat his belly, part of the stable wall, and herself, in Billy’s slimy semen.  When his climax finally subsided, she was smothered from her head to her knees.  She knelt there, helplessly casting around for something to clean herself up.  All she could find was a small tissue in her pocket, with we she attempted, unsuccessfully, to clean her face.”

Pen was listening open-mouthed.  She knew a thing or two about horses, and she understood that Estella probably wasn’t exaggerating.

“By this time I was doubled up with laughter.  I know, I know - that poor girl.  But at least she had learned a valuable lesson about the care of stallions.  Anyway, the deed was done.  Billy seemed all right.  In fact he seemed calmer than he had for some time, and when Timmie rose to her feet he turned his head towards her affectionately and blew gently in her face.  She tidied up as well as she could, opened the stable door a couple of inches, and when she thought the coast was clear, made a dash for her room.  Fortunately for her she was not seen, and I gather she spent quite a long time in the laundry that evening.  However, the next morning she presented herself for work as usual, unaware then I, and by that time the girls here too, had witnessed the entire spectacle in all its high-definition glory.  She seemed slightly nervous, probably concerned someone may have seen something amiss in Billy’s stable; but we were careful not to betray the slightest hint of anything unusual.”

“So was that it, then,” I asked.

Patricia laughed.  “Not by a long way, Letitia.  Carry on, Stella.”

“Well, for the next week Timmie was extremely cautious.  Having got over her initial shyness, she continued to wash and massage Billy each day, but was very careful to use a small amount of cream, and to limit the massage to no more than about twenty seconds.  But it was clear from the increasingly confident way she handled his penis, and concentration in her expression, that she derived great enjoyment from the exercise.  Sometimes she would just weigh it in her hands, and once she even pressed her cheek against it, and then shivered with pleasure!  We also noticed that Billy started getting aroused by her mere presence, even before she had started grooming him.  However, nothing further transpired until, about eight days after Billy’s orgasm, Timmie turned up one evening with a little package in her bag.  Now I’m sure you know this, Penelope, that there are  such things as condoms for horses?”

“Yes, Estella.  They use them for collecting or sampling sperm.  Of course.”

“Exactly.  Well, Timmie had got some from somewhere.  For you girls who haven’t seen one, there made of relatively heavy latex, with a widish mouth so they can be pulled on, a distended end to receive the semen, and a tighter band around the middle which holds them in place.  That evening she was very careful to make sure the door was tightly bolted.  She went through her routine, smeared some cream on Billy’s erect organ, and delicately slid it on.  Billy didn’t seem to mind at all.  Then she positioned herself cross-legged with her forehead resting against the side of his belly, and began.”

“She…masturbated Billy?

“She grasped the condom half way up, and began gently to move it back and forth, all the while whispering sweet nothings to him.  He was loving it, blowing little snorts of pleasure, and pawing at the straw with his hooves.  She kept up a steady rhythm.  He became more and more agitated, but stood his ground.  Finally her efforts were rewarded.  Billy neighed, lurched forward, and pumped his load into the condom, with Timmie hanging on for dear life.  You could see it filling up, till the bulbous end was heavy with his sperm.  Timmie jumped up, threw her arms around his neck, and smothered him with kisses.  It was really quite romantic.  She waited for his penis to soften and wilt, until she could easily slide the condom off, then sealed the top with a plastic clip, and stowed it away  in her bag.  By this time Billy was looking calm and placid – even a bit sleepy.  So with a final affectionate goodbye, she gathered up her things and left.”

“Phew!” said Pen.  “That’s real dedication.  She really cared about Billy.”

“She really did.  So much so, that she repeated the exercise every single day.  Billy became a changed animal, so calm and friendly even a child could ride him.  I actually think they were in love, those two.  Timmie didn’t seem to need any other friends, and Billy was only interested in her.  And Timmie, who had been rather pale and thin when she started with us, put on weight and muscle and developed rosy cheeks.  Then we found out why.  One day one of the girls brought me a bottle which she’d found in one of  shower-rooms.

“I dunno who this belongs to miss, but none of us don’t know nuffin’ about it.”

It was a small, wide-necked juice bottle, full of a whitish fluid.  I knew at once what it was, and to whom it belonged.  The juice was one of Timmie’s favourites, which she bought from a particular shop in town.  Clearly she had been using Billy’s sperm as a shower-gel.  Maybe this was the explanation for her improved complexion.  She must have left it there by mistake.  Well, I didn’t want to embarrass the girl, so, as it was her day off, I decided to return it to her room.  I had a master key, and I let myself in, and looked around for a likely place.  Each room had a little kitchen attached, so I decided to leave it in there.  I put it on the counter, and was about to leave, when I thought I’d have a look in her fridge.  She had a bit of a reputation for liking junk food and sweet things, and I was curious to know whether she was eating enough fresh food and vegetables.  When I opened the fridge door, the first thing that caught my eye was one of her horse condoms, lying in a bowl.  I picked it up.  It was still half full of semen.  Next to it was a small glass basin full of cream, sealed with plastic film, and on another shelf punnets of strawberries and raspberries.  Fruit.  Well, that was good, anyway.  I was about to close the fridge door, but I stopped.  Why was that condom in the fridge with the food?  I had a sudden thought.  I took out the basin, uncovered it, and dipped my finger in the cream.  I put my finger in my mouth and tasted the cream.  You’ve guessed, right?  Sperm-flavoured cream.  I quickly put it back, eager to tell the girls about my discovery, when I noticed a little notebook on the counter, entitles “recipes”.  I quickly flicked through.  There it was, right at the back: “Billy’s Special Cream”!  I scanned the ingredients.  Two cups of “Billy’s stuff”, half a cup of double cream, one egg-white, one drop of vanilla essence, half a teaspoonful of condensed milk.  “Whip till thick”!  No wonder she was looking so healthy!”

“So what happened?” asked Pen.

“We would have been happy for her and Billy to stay with us, but a couple of months ago her parents took her out.  They were emigrating.  She’s promised to come back when she can.  As you can imagine, she was distraught at the idea of leaving Billy, but quite fortuitously his owner returned from abroad, and took him to her stud farm, where I gather he’s now covering mares.  She was amazed at the transformation we’d wrought in him, but we told her the absolute truth, that it was all down to our staff.”

“So you’re not going to tell them the rest?” asked Sophie.

“The rest?” I said.  “What’s that?  Tell us, please!”

“No, dears, I’m sorry.  Not today.  But we will tell you, I promise.”

“When?”

“Soon.  We’ll tell you after Penelope starts her job.  That’s all I can say.”  And she gave Estella a broad wink.

I’ll gloss over the next week or so.  We had one engagement for a hen party, where we were essentially booked as a comedy act.  By that I mean they had us all trussed up in our catsuits, full hoods with ball-gags, dildos and butt-plug in, and tethered together with short chains.  Then they took it in turns to play with the dildo app, giving us multiple orgasms and watching our antics.  Very funny.  They didn’t know what they were missing.  If they asked me and Maddy to fuck Penelope senseless they have had a much livelier show and we would have had some real fun.  Never mind.  Maybe another time.

Maddy and I couldn’t wait for the coming Friday, when Penelope was booked to provide her valuable services at Ravensford Equestrian Centre.  We kept reminding her about it.  It was absolutely the best way to wind her up.

“Pen?  Like another fritter?  Oh, no, I guess not.  I expect you’re on a diet in preparation for the weekend…”

“Be careful with that honey, Pen.  You don’t want to spill it and get your clothes all sticky, do you…?”

“You’ll never get married you say, Pen?  But suppose you meet a nice seaman…?”

We shouldn’t have been so mean, I know.  But it was difficult to resist the temptation.  She got quite irritable once.

“I’ve had enough!  Why don’t you two go and fuck each other?”

“Rather fuck you, Pen, any day.”

“Well the way you’re going, Letitia Somerson,” (it was always a bad sign when she used my whole name like that), “…the way you’re going, you won’t be fucking me and I won’t be fucking you for sure, any time in the near future!  And I’ll tell you something, I’m not going to cooperate with this charade.  They can force me to do it, but they can’t force me to do it well!  Those guys are soon going to get pissed off when they find what a terrible blow job I am, and they’ll go bank to wanking themselves for satisfaction.”

I felt disappointed.  I was looking forward to the spectacle, and to Evie’s next production.  Never mind.  If it was a damp squib, Estella had said I could see the Timothea videos while we were there.

Pen was annoyed with us – I don’t blame her – but it wasn’t so bad that she wanted to opt out of our plans to get a flat together.  We had been looking online, and had already been to see a couple of places.  But we were in no hurry.  The longer we waited, the more money we’d have saved up.

It was the Friday before the great day.  I had a call from Maddy.

“Lettie?  Are you free for an hour?”

“Yeah.  What’s up?”

“Just had a call from Clarissa.  She wondered if we had a moment.  Just us.  No Penelope.  Something about tomorrow.”

I laughed.  “Sounds interesting.  Another devious plan, probably.  Sure.  I’ll meet you there in about half an hour.”

Clarissa was waiting for us with a mischievous smile on her face.

“Looking forward to tomorrow, girls?”

“We are,” I said.  Pen’s not.  I should warn you, she’s thinking about non-cooperation.  Spoiling the guys’ fun.  Anti-climax, not climax.”

“Oh, dear.  Really?  What a pity.” 

She didn’t seem too disappointed.

“No, seriously, miss.  I think that’s going to be her tactic.  As she said, you can force her to do it, but you can’t force her to do it well.”

“Well, maybe you’re right.  But come and see my latest invention.  I think you’ll like it.”

She showed us into the dressing room.  The was something under a cloth in the middle of the room.  With a rather dramatic gesture, she unveiled it. 

It was essentially a sturdy frame made of shiny tubular stainless steel, about a metre square and something under a metre high.  The sides were triangular, shaped like letter ‘A’s, but with flat tops instead of points, with the feet connected, and with the cross-bars lower than on the letters themselves.  These A-shaped sides were connected together at the foot by two transverse struts, one at the front and one at the back, and two more at the top corners, where the ‘A’s were squared off.  There was a fifth cross-piece connecting the two bars of the ‘A’s, positioned about two-thirds of the way back.  Altogether it was a very sturdy piece of equipment.

So there were five cross-pieces, two at the top, two at the foot, and one between the bars of the ‘A’s.  Now the front cross-piece at the top was not straight;  the middle section, maybe twenty-five centimetres wide, curved back in a semicircle, and the curved section was pierced with bolt-holes.  There were also bolt-holes in the middle cross-piece, and in the cross-pieces at the bottom.  In addition there were sockets for legs at the four bottom corner.  The legs were supplied separately, and were fitted with ball-locks which held them firmly in place.  There were four fitted with wheels, four with rubber feet, and four with spikes.

Clarissa then unpacked the rest of the equipment.  First, a red, vinyl-covered padded base, with four screw bolts which fitted into the holes on the two bottom cross-pieces and were secured with wing-nuts.  Then, a little moulded plastic seat, with a leather seat-belt, which bolted in a similar manner to the middle cross-piece.  And finally, a concave padded leather head-rest, which bolted into the semicircle of top front cross-piece.

“That’s genius, Clarissa,” I said.

“I came up with the concept.  Desirée perfected the design, and had it manufactured to Penelope’s measurements.  You get the idea, then.”

“Pen kneels on the vinyl platform with her bum on that little seat, so she’s leaning forward slightly.  Then she put her head against the head-rest….”

“Exactly.  The head-rest has two slotted flanges on the back.  We feed a heavy latex strap through them, position it across her forehead, and buckle it at the back.  It’ll hold her head upright and perfectly immovable.  There are two more flanges lower down on the rest, in case we wanted to strap on a gag.  Once she’s in position, we buckle up her seat-belt, we attach her wrist cuffs to the cross bars of the ‘A’s, and perhaps put a strap around her ankles.  She should be quite comfortable, but at the same time  her face will be completely…er, available.  You will also notice the legs are adjustable depending on the height of her, ah…clients.”

“She’s not going to like it,” remarked Maddy.

“Well, she can like it or not like it.  And if she still tries to be difficult, I can either simply put an open-mouth gag on her, or use another aid.  Let me show you.  I’m going to ask her to wear her riding gear.  Make her think she has a chance of riding as well.  But under her breeches, she ‘ll be wearing…these.”

She produced a pair of fine latex panties, fitted with a two dildos, the usual Clarissa penis design at the front, and a steel-tipped butt-plug at the rear.  There were fine leads protruding from the back of the waistband. 

“Now, these plug into a small power pack which we can clip to the back of the kneeling-pad, and then we have a remote controller, which will be in the hands of the operator, sitting nearby.  The point is this.  If she behaves well, and gives the lads a good time, she will be rewarded by the activation of the dildo.  If, however, she proves difficult, the butt-plug is equipped to provide mild electric shocks.  I think that should effectively bring her to heel.”

Maddy and I exchanged glances.  “Ow!” she said.

“Sort of carrot and stick,” I remarked.

“Yes.  A carrot for her pussy and a stick for her bottom.”  She laughed.  “And she can keep the panties for when she does finally go riding.  An orgasm every fifteen minutes, I can assure you, especially at the rising trot.  So do you approve?”

“Miss, you are so inventive.  I’m sure Pen will be suitably compliant,” I smiled.

“I do hope so.  The smooth running of the riding school depends upon it.  Not a word, mind.”

Don’t worry, no chance, I thought.  Sweet little Pen is in for a few surprises!

“Oh, and I understand you heard the cautionary tale of Timothea from Estella.”

“Yes.  Though I wouldn’t call it cautionary.  She seemed to have had quite a nice time from what we heard.”

“Ah, but, in deference to Penelope, they didn’t tell you all of it.  They’d been having this problem with the stable lads for some time.  Then suddenly they found, in their very midst, a girl with a taste for sperm.  Not only that, but there were a few occasions when, in her daily attendance on Billy, she dispensed with the intermediary of a condom.  Now those episodes are worth seeing!  So she was recruited to relieve their tensions a little.  They showed her their records, and made her an offer she couldn’t refuse.  That’s the part of the story they left out.  But since she left, the boys have reverted to their old ways, bothering the girls for sex – particularly oral sex.  I don’t understand why young men like that so much.  It appeals a lot less to the girls, not least because the lads lose interest once they’ve been had their fun.  So everyone’s hoping Penelope might be the answer.”

“Are you saying a long-term answer?  You do know she thinks this is a one off?”

“I think that was the intention.  I’m sure she’ll get used to it, especially when she gets her bonuses and her unlimited access to Ravensford.”

“She might do, miss,” said Maddy.  I know she says she hates doing it, but I’m not sure.  I get the impression it’s the humiliation she hates, not the act.”

“Well, girls, I’m afraid she going to have to endure both, tomorrow – in abundance!”

She stood for a moment, regarding us with an enigmatic smile.

You know we’re going to need some help,” she said.  “We don’t want to have to fight her when she sees the posture frame.  Can we count on you?”

We had anticipated such a question, and discussed what our reply would be.  It was going to happen, whether Pen or we liked it or not.  We were selfishly unwilling to blot our copybooks with Clarissa; we didn’t care to end up like Pen.  Anyway, we told ourselves, she was going to have fun.  It was just that she couldn’t bring herself to admit it.

“Absolutely, miss,” I replied, “just tell us what we need to do.”

“Excellent!”

And she unveiled her plan.

So it was that early on that sunny Friday morning the three of us arrived together at Ravensford, us in jeans and Pen fully kitted out in rubber riding boots, cream breeches with a tan leather belt, white shirt and Pony Club tie, secured with a gold whip-shaped tie-clip.  Happily, her anxiety was mitigated by her interest in her surroundings. 

“Oh my god, Lettie, this place is amazing!  Look at that huge stable-block.  And down there!  See that string of horses going out onto the downs?  And gravel walkways!  And I suppose these is reception and the offices.  Really swish!  Makes Wellington’s look like a garden shed!”

“Well, darling, from tomorrow you’ll be able to come here whenever you want, think of that!”

“Yeah…”  She was obviously thinking of the task ahead of her.

“Come on, Penny, silly.  It’s only one morning,” I lied, hoping to reinforce her naïve belief.  “And there’s only six of them, even if they all turn up.  And in any case, you know you don’t have a choice.”

“I know.  But it’s the assumption that I’m happy to do such a thing that gets me.  I mean, what do they think I am?  Some sort of oral masturbating machine?”

“Of course not!  They’re just hoping you can supply a quick fix to their problem.  And I bet you’ll get a big fat bonus afterwards!”

“Huh!”

We approached reception.  The reception committee was lined up waiting: Patricia, Estella, Sophie and Clarissa, Estella in her riding gear.  Evie was standing slightly apart, adjusting her camera, and there was a girl in riding gear, with a ponytail, and an unpleasant smirk on her face.

“Good morning, girls!  Let me introduce Sarah, our head groom.  Sarah, this is Penelope and her friends, Madison and Letitia.  If you’d like to follow me, we’ll get prepared.  I told the lads to present themselves at nine, showered and nicely-dressed.  That may put some of them off, so I’m still not sure quite how many you will be required to deal with, Penelope.”

She led us into an office.  The others remained outside.  On the desk were her special panties and a strip of black cloth, which Maddy and I had expected to find.

“Now Penelope, we have a little surprise for you.  Hence the blindfold.  I think you’ll like it.  See you shortly.”

“Surprise?  I don’t like the sound of that.”

“It may not be an unpleasant surprise,” I said.  “I heard something about a lifetime pass.”

“Really?”  She perked up immediately.

“Maybe your own horse!” suggested Maddy.

I handed her the latex dildo pants.

“What the fuck’s this?”

“Yeah, Clarissa mentioned those,” said Maddy.   “Obligatory, I’m afraid.”

“Fuck her.  She’s full of nasty surprises.  I can’t say no to anything, can I?  Or I become the youngest celebrity cocksucker in history!”

She took off her boots and breeches, discarded her ordinary panties, and I helped her on with them.  I lubed the both the butt-plug and the dildo and helped her insert them.  I ran the leads out over the top of her breeches, in accordance with instructions.  When she was ready, I presented her with the blindfold.

“Why do I need this?”

“Cos it’s a surprise, stupid.  Now stand still!” said Maddy.

We got it on, and led her out of the office, down the corridor, and into a tack room, where the others were waiting.  Clarissa had tipped the frame onto its back.  We knew what to do.

“Okay, Pen, now you need to step in here.  I’ll guide your feet.”

“What is this…?”

While Maddy held her hands, partly to steady her but also to make sure she didn’t try to take off the blindfold, I guided her feet between the base and the seat bar, and turned her so she was facing forward.  Estella and Sarah had positioned themselves either side of the frame, and while Maddy and I grabbed her arms, they tipped the frame forward onto its legs.  Pen gave a shriek as the cross bar forced her to kneel on the base.  Then, while we pushed her bum back into the seat, Clarissa quickly pressed her head into the rest and snapped the latex browband into place.  In an instant she was trapped!  Patricia and Sophie were ready to grab her flailing arms.  Wrist cuffs were already attached to the side-bars by short chains, and they buckled these firmly onto her wrists.  Finally Clarissa buckled up the seat belt, then stood back to admire the ingenuity of her invention.

“You fucking bastards!   You fucking evil bitches.  You wait…”

“Ball-gag,” said Clarissa coolly.  It was Sarah who buckled that on - a little too gleefully, I thought.  “Thank you, Sarah.  And bring the open-mouth gag too, won’t you.  Just in case.”

Clarissa’s friends were full of admiration.

“That’s such a cool thing,” said Estella, “what a devious mind you have, Clarissa.”

“Well we knew that already,” chipped in Sophie.

“Devious, but brilliant,” added Patricia.  “I hope you’re applying for a patent, Clarissa.”

“I may even do that, if the trials are successful,” replied Clarissa.  “I hope it gets a proper test today.”

“Oh, I think you can rely on my lads to do their best,” grinned Estella, “ especially as it’s been two months since they last had their weekly treats!”

Pen was struggling against her restraints, and making plaintive “mmf” noises - but no-one was taking any notice.  The ladies were discussing where she should be placed.  The original idea was to put her in one of the empty stables, but Estella said that, as it was such a nice day, a field would be much more pleasant, and Evie added that the film would be much better in natural light. 

“There’s a hedge runs down from reception to the lower stables,” Estella said, “with a gate in the middle.  Let’s take her there.  It’s quite near the that busy path, but they shouldn’t be able to see what’s going on.”

“They might hear,” laughed Sophie.

“Let ‘em.  Give ‘em something to think about.”

“We’ll have the wheels on so we can push her down the path,” said Clarissa, “and then the spikes.  They’ll sink into the ground and keep her nice and firm.”

While she was changing the feet, there was a late arrival.

“Jenny!  Come in darling.  She all ready for you.  Can you work around the gag, or should I…?”

“No, don’t bother. That’s fine.”  She stared at Pen. “That’s clever.  Your idea, no doubt, Clarissa?  I thought so.  How much time have I got?”

Clarissa checked the clock.  Twenty past.  Plenty of time.  Half an hour. It’ll only take us ten minutes to get her into position.  If the boys have to wait a few minutes it won’t do them any harm.”

“Great.  I’ll get started.”

“The works, Jenny.  I want her looking her absolute best.”

“Of course.”  She had pulled up a chair and was already applying foundation.  “It’s lovely to be working on someone who can keep their face still,” she smiled.  “Close your eyes for a minute, dear.  I want to do your eye shadow.”

She really went to town, with mascara, and lip gloss, and rouge, and even a little sparkle on Pen’s cheekbones.  The lip gloss was as bright and smooth and shiny as the red ball-gag.  “This is the best,” Jenny said, “totally waterproof.  Ideal for this exercise.”  She even painted her nails a pretty shade of pink, and finished off with several squirts of an expensive perfume.  “You want to smell nice for your dates,” she said.  “In my experience boys really appreciate good scent, even if they have no idea what it is they’re smelling.  Now, I’ll just put a smidgin of gel in your hair…it’s grown quite a bit, hasn’t it?  I do hope Clarissa doesn’t decide to have it all shaved off, like she was saying she might.  It would be such a pity…”

This set Pen to squeaking and wriggling, but again she was ignored.  But she looked so pretty now.  Jenny packed up her stuff, chucked Pen patronisingly under the chin, said her goodbyes, and departed.  It was time.  Estella took charge of Pen, and while Sophie held the door, rolled her out into the corridor. 

“Girls,” said Clarissa, “could you please bring six of the folding chairs in the corner?  They’re very light.”

We took three each, and while Evie and Sarah opened door and made way for the bearers, we brought up the rear.  We passed through reception and out into the sunshine.  The school was busy now, stable girls hurrying about, people in riding costume and people already mounted.  Everyone stared at the strange procession making its way down past the stables, led by Pen in her new conveyance, bumping along over the rough ground, head thrust determinedly forward.  “Some sort of coronation…” I heard one woman say.  And a little girl, “mummy? What’s that lady doing?  Why had she got a big plum in her mouth?”

Sarah turned off the path and opened a five-bar gate into a meadow smothered with wild flowers.  We turned left and made our way back up the incline.  A small group of figures were waiting at the top.  As we approached, I could see they were young men of about my age, all smartly dressed – mostly in jeans, one even wearing a lightweight suit and a tie.  They looked rather nervous and self-conscious, but there were no absentees.

“They’re all there,” I whispered to Pen.  “You’re lucky.”

As we approached they squinted at us, then stared wide-eyed.

“Why is she in that chair thing?” I hear one say.  And another, “fuck, she’s fucking gorgeous!”

Estella positioned the frame with Pen’s back to the hedge.  She tipped it back, then forwards, to allow Clarissa to change the wheels for spikes.  Clarissa put her weight on it, making sure the spikes were firmly embedded in the soil.  Then she connected up the leads hanging down from the back of Pen’s skirt to a power pack attached to the foot of the frame, and handed the remote control to Sarah. 

“You remember how this works.”

“Yes, miss.  I remember exactly what to do!”

“Boys!” cried Estella,  “you all made it!  Well done.  And you all look so smart!  Not that our volunteer doesn’t deserve it.  Meet Penelope Harrison.  Don’t worry, Steve, the ball-gag is only temporary,”  she joked.  “Well, I think we’re just about ready, aren’t we?  Girls, would you like to arrange the chairs around here…and Sarah will need one.  Put it right next to Penelope.  That’s it.”

When he had first seen Pen, one of the boys had seemed to get unusually excited, and had started whispering eagerly to his friend.  I found out later his name was Malcolm.  Now he turned to the boy next to him and grabbed him by the arm.  “It is her!” he hissed.  “Upper sixth.  She’s just left.  Those two as well!”

“You sure?” replied his friend.

A big grin spread over Malcolm’s face.  “Course I’m sure.  We all used to fantasize about her.  I can’t believe it!” 

“Miss Masterson?” asked a tall, fair-haired lad in a Motorhead T-shirt.

“Yes James?”

“Where did you get this…weird chair thing?  And why does…”

“Penelope?”

“Why does…Penelope…look so pissed off?”

Estella laughed.  “Well, James, the answer to your first question is, that it’s Miss Desborough’s new invention for taming unruly young ladies like Penelope.  As to why she looks “pissed off”, as you put it – well, it’s not that she’s in any way reluctant to swallow your sperm – she’s already told us she simply can’t get enough of the stuff – but she’s a little bit camera shy, that’s all.  So please don’t be discouraged by her demeanour.  Once you get going you’ll find her a most willing little cum-gobbler.”

James looked satisfied with this reply.  In fact, so did they all, to judge by the bulges in their pants.

“Stop asking stupid questions, James, and let’s get on with it!” said a chunky, red-haired boy.  “I haven’t had any for over a week!”

“Well, Andy,” smiled Estella, “maybe you should try to make things up with your girlfriend, if you’re so frustrated.”

“Can’t miss.  She won’t even talk to me after she found me with that cow Caroline.”

“Please don’t try to blame Caroline, Andy.  And don’t call her names.”

“Sorry, miss.”

Estella turned to the others.  “Well, we should get started.”

“Yes,” said Sophie.  “Looks like they’re all straining at the leash!”

“Can I go first, please miss?” whined Andy.  “I never go first.”

“No, Andy.  You know the rules.  Shortest first.  I’m sorry, but you’ll have to wait your turn.”

Andy’s face puckered up like a kid denied a treat.

“Shortest?”  Whispered Maddy.  “He is the shortest, isn’t he?”

I just looked at her.

“Oh.  Silly me.”

“See if I can remember,” said Estella.  “James, you’re first.  Stand there, please.  Then it’s Mikey,

William, Steve…or no, sorry, Malcolm, then Steve, then Andy.  That’s it’s.  Right, get your gloves on” – she handed them a box of latex gloves – “get your gloves on, and you can start, James.  Remember the rules, boys – no touching – at least, with your hands.  No grabbing her hair, or anything like that.  You can hold onto the top bars to get more purchase.  Treat her with care and respect, as you’d treat any girl…”  Here Andy let out a short laugh.  “…as you should treat any girl,” she added, giving him a glare, “and take your time.  You’ve got the whole morning, remember, so pace yourselves.  Okay?  Off you go, then, James.  And you remember what I told you?”

“Yes, miss.  I know what to do.”

“What’s that about, miss?” I whispered to Clarissa, sitting next to me.

“Oh, nothing really,” she replied with a wry smile.  “I believe she wants him to redecorate that pretty face a little, that’s all.  Just to remind her of her position.”

As Estella had been speaking, every one of them had unzipped their trousers or jeans and taken out their penises, in various states of erection, and were now masturbating slowly.  Maddy took my hand and squeezed it gently.  Evie positioned herself to one side and was already filming.

“Sarah?  Would you please….Thank you.”  Sarah rose from her chair and unbuckled Pen’s ball-gag.

James advanced, took hold of the steel rungs each side of Pen’s head, and offered her his twitching organ, with almost apologetic politeness.  “Go on, James!” shouted Andy from the back, “don’t waste time!”

But Pen kept her shiny red lips tightly closed, even when James pressed the tip against them.

“Sarah?” said Estella, wearily.

Sarah smiled and jabbed at button on the controller.  Pen jolted and screamed.  I flinched.  James took the opportunity to push his penis between her lips.  Pen glared at him, and tried to speak, but her mouth was full, and James seemed to be overcoming his initial politeness.  He was gripping the bars and had started thrusting back and forth.  Pen was rattling her wrist chains against the cross-bars – the only way she now had to express her disapproval.  The boys watched avidly, every prick now rigid with expectation.  After a while, James closed his eyes began to moan quietly.  Though his penis was not the biggest, he was making up for it by thrusting deeply, Pen’s eyelashes tickling his tummy as he plumbed her throat.  Maddy was squeezing my hand harder now, and I found myself trembling with arousal, determined not to miss an instant, and impatient for James’s climax.  When it came, it was as Clarissa had said.  James withdrew suddenly, linking the head of his prick to Penelope’s lips with a sticky string of pre-cum, then gripped it firmly, drawing back the foreskin, and aimed it straight at Penelope’s newly made-up face.  She saw what was about to happen, and shut her mouth quickly.  Wad after wad of thick cum spurted forth.  Penelope emitted a moan of protest and dismay as it splattered her from her hairline to her lips.  James must have been abstinent for some time, because no part of her face escaped.  It was oozing down her forehead and her cheeks, hanging in as slimy dribble from her nose, and clogging her eyelashes!  When she was foolish enough to open her mouth a little, James thrust his penis back in, and I saw Sarah quickly touch the control box, all the encouragement Penelope needed to finish her task.

We gave her a little round of applause, and Estella said, “Well done, Penelope!  You’ve made a very good start.  Now keep it up, won’t you?”

Chapter 9.  The Stable Lads get their Treats.

James had collapsed on the grass, recovering.  A little rivulet of slime was making its way slowly over Penelope’s chin and down her neck.  The next stable lad, Mikey, was desperate to take James’s place, shifting from one leg to another, but Estella ordered him to wait until Evie had completed her first session of filming to her satisfaction, and before she gave him the office, I noticed it had reached the knot of her Pony Club tie, from whence it hung in a sticky, lengthening string.

Pen had her mouth tight shut, but she couldn’t forbear voicing a final desperate appeal.

“Mikey…please…”  But her only reward for opening her mouth was an influx of cum from her upper lip.  She spat it out with disgust.

“Oh, she’s begging for you now, Mikey,” smirked Estella.  “Off you go, then.”

Mikey needed no second bidding.  In a second his rigid, oozing organ had effectively silenced her pleas, and the only sound she was able to emit was a muffled slopping.  He gripped the side bars tightly and thrust into her with urgent lust, eyes shut, murmuring inarticulate sounds of gratification.  Estella seemed surprised.  She leaned towards me.

“I didn’t realise they were so desperate,” she whispered.  “But perhaps the girls have been withholding their favours…”

Mikey gave a great groan, and pumped his pent-up cum into Pen’s mouth.  A little escaped between her lips and the shaft, but most of it she swallowed; we could see her gulping it down greedily.  When he eventually withdrew, there were bubbles on her lips, but her mouth was empty.

“That was very nice, Penelope,” said Clarissa, in the tone of a ballet teacher praising an eight-year-old on her pirouette.  “I think you deserve a little treat.  Sarah, would you…?”

Sarah smiled and touched the control box.  Pen’s eyes widened for an instant.  Then she inhaled slowly, and gave a low moan of pleasure.  We knew the dildo was beginning to pulsate inside her.

“You may increase the speed if she continues to satisfy,” said Clarissa, evenly.  “Do you understand, Penelope dear?  Keep the boys happy, and Sarah will reward you accordingly.”

The throbbing of the dildo certainly seemed to have a salutary effect.  She accepted William’s penis submissively, and from his reaction I was sure she was employing her tongue to good effect.  Then it was Malcolm’s turn.  He approached her gleefully, and stooped down so his face was on a level with hers.

“Hello, Penelope.  Remember me?  Malcolm Morrison?”

Pen glared at him, but said nothing.

“Of course you do.  I asked you out once, if you recall.  You just sneered at me.  You wouldn’t even look at anyone in the lower sixth.  In fact, you wouldn’t look at anyone at all.  We thought you must be a lesbian.  Maybe you are.  I don’t care.  Cos now I get to do what I used to dream about, whenever I needed a really good wank!  And you can’t do a thing about it!”

He stood up straight, his penis as hard and straight as a salami sausage.

“Don’t miss any of this,” he said, turning his head towards Evie.  “This is gonna be the hottest scene in the whole film!”

He was already oozing pre-cum.  A little string of it hung from the very tip of his prick.  Expertly, he looped it over Pen’s nose, then, hanging onto the bars, began to slide the head around on Pen’s slimy cheeks, and across her upper lips, breathing deeply and all the time looking her in the eye.

“Imagine…Penelope Harrison, chief swot of the upper sixth…my little cum slut.  Ooh, you’re gonna love the taste of my cum.  The best, organic, free-range, gold-top cum you’ve ever tasted.  I’m gonna feed you with it till you can’t swallow any more.  I know you want it…  And once you’ve sampled it you won’t want anything else…”

Pen was straining against her restraints.  She couldn’t keep quiet any longer.

“No!  Fuck off, you moron.  Clarissa!  Miss!  Please not him!  He’s a fucking retarded little wanker.  I hate him!”

“Penelope…darling,” replied Clarissa with a delighted smirk, “if his cum is really as good as he says…it would be such a shame not to at least try it…”

And she and her friends started sniggering, without for a moment taking their eyes off the spectacle unfolding before them.

“Open wide, cum slut…”

Malcolm presented his distended glans to Pen’s lips.  Sarah quickly crushed her reluctance with the touch on a finger on the butt-plug control.  With a sigh of pleasure, Malcolm slid into her warm mouth.  Overcome with shame and chagrin, Pen shut her eyes.  He stood there for a minute, gripping the bars, rocking slowly very slightly back and forth, relishing the feeling, the sight, of having his bursting prick buried in the face of his erstwhile schoolmate, that snooty but utterly captivating piece of wank-fodder, Penelope Harrison of the upper sixth!

He released his left hand from the bar, to give Evie an uninterrupted view, while he began to thrust deeper, but without increasing his pace.  I had to hand it to Malcolm.  He knew how to fuck, how to take his time, and make the best of the exercise.  My panties were soaking.  Pen had opened her eyes again, and a tear – a tear of anger I think – trickled down her glazed cheek.  Malcolm was moaning faintly, gasping every now and then, when he would stop still for a moment.  Clearly he was determined not to cum too soon, to enjoy the moment.  All the while he was watching Pen’s cum-covered face, smiling at the sight of her scarlet lips stretched around the throbbing shaft.  But all good things have to come to an end.  But even when he could hold back no longer, he maintained his self-control. 

“I’m about to cum, darling.  I want you to savour every drop.  Enjoy!”

His hand tightened on the bar.  He actually drew back slightly, so that the head lodged behind her teeth.  He wanted to fill her mouth, allow her to savour his hot sperm.  Then he let fly.

I saw the dismay in her eyes as her cheeks filled, the anger as she was forced to swallow that first emission.  The he came fast and hard, his face contorted with ecstasy, spurting into her again and again, making her gobble down every drop.  When his orgasm eventually subsided he stood for a moment, eyes closed, and expression of complete satisfaction on his face.  Then he slowly withdrew his softening prick, and as it popped out a little stream of frothy slime ran down over her chin and down her neck.

“See what you’ve been missing all these months?” he asked, gently.

Pen was about to say something, but she was prevented by the arrival of Steve.  Steve had been wanking steadily all through Malcolm’s session, and was by now at the point of no return.  Without waiting to be summoned, he rushed forward, thrust Malcolm aside, and holding his dripping penis by the shaft, came copiously all over the top of Pen’s head, his sperm streaming down her forehead and into her eyes.

“Steven!  Really!” cried Estella.  “That’s most discourteous.  You really need to exercise some self-control.  You will miss your next turn as a penalty.”

“Miss!  No, please…”

“No arguments, boy.  Or you can go back and start cleaning the stables.”

“Yes, miss,” said Steve, sadly, and retired to the waiting area.

Andy was, as expected, equally enthusiastic - and quite without finesse.  He obviously regarded Pen’s mouth as no more than a conveniently soft orifice for the satisfaction of his sexual needs, thrusting with eyes closed and with uninhibited fervour, until, with a groan of satisfaction, he pumped his sperm straight down her throat. He pulled out, spanked his penis playfully against her cheek by way of approbation, and went and sat himself on the grass.  The lads were now all seated, recovering from their exertions, drinking from cans or munching chocolate bars, and probably thinking about their tactics for the second round.  The ladies, after congratulating each other on a successful exercise, had a brief murmured discussion.  They rose.

“Right, boys,” said Estella.  “We’re going for coffee.  You may proceed when you’re ready, as long as you stick to the rules.  Any violations will result in permanent disqualification.  Sarah?  You will make sure they behave.”

“And Evie, keep up the good work, won’t you,” said Clarissa.

“Sure.  I’ve got some great footage this morning.”

They left, leaving Maddy and I sitting at the end of the row of chairs.  Malcolm came and sat next to us.

“Hi, girls.  Nice to see you again.  No offence, but I’m glad it’s Penelope there.  You know I always had a thing for her.”

“I didn’t,” I said.  “But then you had a “thing” for half the school, if I remember rightly, not all of them of age.”

He frowned.  “What do you mean?  You’re only saying that cos you’re jealous I never tried to chat you up.”

I laughed out loud.  Maddy said, “I’d soon be chatted up by a three-legged skunk” – which pretty much settled his hash.

“Well, anyway, your friend’s gonna get everything she deserves today.  You know every boy in the lower sixth used to jack off thinkin’ about her.  I wish they was all here now…”  With which complimentary remark, he withdrew to the company of his mates.

We went and had a chat with Pen.

“Are you comfortable, Pen?  I’m really sorry about this.”

“Sorry?  You didn’t look it.  I saw you getting all hot and bothered.  Your eyes were nearly falling out of your head.”

“But…”

“Don’t pretend, Lettie.  Anyway, it’s not your fault.  And actually, yes, if you had to give a load of blow-jobs, this is possibly the most comfortable position to do it.  She’s a witch, that one, a very clever, devious witch.  You want to tread carefully yourselves…”

“Maybe they’ll have had enough after one more round,” suggested Maddy.  “You’d think the way you brought them off …er, they brought themselves off - well, you know what I mean – they must be pretty well drained…”

“I doubt it, Maddy, I said.  They seem quite lusty young lads…”  I cast a glance in their direction.  “What’s going on now?”

Malcolm was talking excitedly.  The others were gathered around him, listening, and looking from him to Pen and back again.  The next moment they had surrounded the ‘blowing chair’ (as we had christened it) and were refitting the wheels.

“What you doing?” asked Sarah, aghast.

“That’s our business,” said Malcolm.  “Give me the control box.  I may need it.  And I’ll have that gag Miss Masterson gave you, if you don’t mind.  No, not the ball-gag, the other one.  Thank you.”  He looked at us.  “You two – you can come along if you like.  We’ve got a nice surprise for your pretty friend.”

Chapter 10.  An Unforeseen Development.

We followed, confused at the sudden and apparently spontaneous change of plan, as the lads wheeled Pen down the field and back up the path.  Evie walked alongside, eyes sparkling, eagerly recording this exciting development.  Sarah on the other, trying to dissuade them from going any further.

“I don’t know what you think you’re doing, but you’re all gonna be in trouble when Miss Masterson finds out.  You’ll all get the sack!”

But she was ignored.  At the top of the path they group turned away from reception and headed downhill towards the car park.  There they made for a small white van.

“This is mine,” said Malcolm to me.  “Perfect for transporting cum sluts like this.”

The boys removed the castors, fitted the spikes back on, and lifted Pen into the back, which was carpeted.  The other boys headed for two other cars. 

“You come with me,” he said to me.  “I’ll explain where we’re going.  Your friend can go with my mates.”

We set off.  Malcolm drove slowly, and I checked on Pen all the time, to make sure she was okay.

“Do you know what today is?” said Malcolm.  “It’s the very last day of school.  All the lower years went home yesterday, and today the lower sixth have a special morning assembly where they all get handed study sheets for the holidays.  They’ll get out about eleven.  We should just make it.”

“You’re taking her to St. Luke’s?  Why?”

“No, please Malcolm,” screamed Pen from the back.  “Please!  Don’t let them see me like this!”

“Cos it’ll be fun.  And cos she deserves it.”  He turned his head and spoke to Pen over his shoulder.  “Do you remember how you used to tease them all, wearing those tiny little skirts, all the while pretending to be so innocent and pure?  Did you know when one boy lower sixth B was caught masturbating in class, he blamed it on you, parading around in the playground with your panties showing?”  He turned to me.  “And all the girls hated her for distracting their blokes.  This will make them feel much better.”

Poor Pen wailed and pleaded all the way to St. Luke’s.  She even offered to become Malcolm’s personal sub, to do with her whatever he pleased, but not even that would change his mind.

We arrived at the school at a quarter to eleven.  Everyone piled out, and Pen was unloaded.  They carried her through the school gates, alternately pleading and cursing, and placed her on the edge of the school games field, right next to the “St. Luke’s Academy” sign, pressing the blowing chair firmly into the turf.

“I did the sign, Malcolm,” said James.  He held up a square of white card, printed in felt-tip.  It read:

PENELOPE HARRISON, UPPER 6^th. CUM SLUT

GET YOUR END-OF-TERM BLOWJOB HERE

£1 PER MINUTE

“Excellent!” said Malcolm.  We’ll make ourselves a few quid, too.  Right – stick that on this side of the school sign, next to her.  They’ll be out any minute.”

“You can’t do this…” began Pen.

“Oh, I almost forgot,” said Malcolm, “Here, open your mouth.  We don’t want any of your rebelliousness.  It could cost us money.”

“I won’t…”

But Malcolm simply pinched her nose until she had no choice.  Then he levered in the open-mouth gag – strong plastic coated with shiny red rubber, with an oval flange on the inside which fitted behind her teeth, and a pair of imitation lips on the outside, invitingly wide open.  She was furious.  Her tongue was flapping about inside, but she could only make inarticulate noises.  Maddy and I couldn’t help smiling.  What were her schoolmates going to make of this?  We were curious to see.

We didn’t have to wait long.  At just after eleven, the school hall doors opened and the lower sixth flooded out.  One or two stopped and stared at once.  They alerted others, and soon fifty or sixty students were making their way over in two and threes, trying to make out what was going on.  As they got closer there were gasps and screams from the girls.

“It’s that Penelope Harrison!”

“Penelope Harr…”

“You know, the girl with the mini-skirts who used to show off to all the boys!”

“Her?  Is it?”

“Duh.  Yes!  And look at this!  “Cum Slut”!  Oh, god, I can’t believe it!  David?  David!  Come quickly!  Here’s the little slut that used to turn you on, just waiting for your cock!”

“Look at that!  She’s all trussed up just begging for it!  There’s already cum all down her shirt and tie!  David, get in there.  Here, I’ll pay.  Malcolm, this is your doing, isn’t it?  I knew it.  Here’s a fiver for Dave.  He’s first, right?”

“Dave, you’re first.  She’s all yours,” grinned Malcolm.

Dave was suffering from an access of shyness, but his girlfriend, who had just paid for him, tried to put him at his ease.

“Dave…?  Do it for me, darling.  Do it for all of us…”

“But Anna…in front of everyone?  I mean…”

“You know you want to,” said Anna, putting her arm round him and slowly unzipping his fly.  “Look, you’re getting hard already…”

“But…”

“Go for it, Dave!” shouted a boy from the back.

“Yeah, start us off, mate.  I’ll be right behind you!” called another.

Soon, amidst the chorus of encouragement, and the ministrations of his girlfriend, Dave allowed her to scoop out his stiffening penis.  As he still hesitated, she delicately masturbated it into full tumescence, then put one hand on his back and pushed him gently forward.

“Hold onto the bars, Dave,” advised Malcolm.  “The chair is quite firm.  You can do what you like – it won’t shift.  You’ve got five minutes.  Make the most of it. I’m timing you.  Ladies and gentlemen?  Could I ask you to give David some space, and also make room for our filmmaker, Evie.  Thank you so much!”

Dave was nervous at first, but once he had plucked up courage to slide his prick into Pen’s gaping mouth, and felt the warm softness of her tongue, he soon lost all his inhibitions.  After less than a minute he was thrusting boldly but gently, revelling in the sensations thrilling his body, and the whoops and shouts of encouragement.  As he neared orgasm, the students began a steady, rhythmic hand-clap.  He could feel the tip of Pen’s tongue sliding back and forth on the sensitive underside of the glans.  But what finally tipped him over the edge was simply the realisation that he was actually face-fucking that sweet little innocent schoolgirl he had lusted after for so long.  It felt like this might be the catharsis he needed.  And so it proved.  As he pumped wad after wad of sperm into her mouth, he felt his yearning and desire leaving him with it.  All along, this was all he had really wanted of her!

The boys were queuing up now, and before half an hour more had passed, Pen had swallowed another half a dozen loads and taken half a dozen more in her face or on her head.  Her tie had slipped out of its clip and was hanging down dripping with slime.  Her shirt, which that morning had been fresh and crisp, was now sticking to her chest, translucent with semen. 

Proceedings were about to be brought to a halt, however.  It was a guy called Philip who was  engaged with Pen at that moment.  Anna saw her first.  A grey-haired woman, slight but with a determined air, approaching at her best speed from the direction of the school hall.  The students fell back respectfully.

“M-miss Peckfeather…hello…I…we…”

Miss Peckfeather fixed the audience with a steely gaze.  “And what, pray, is going on here?  Well?”

The company had lapsed into silence.  But one sound continued, apparently quite undeterred by the arrival of the Vice Principal.

“Oh, god!...Yes…yes…(grunt)…Ah…ooh…(gasp, moan)…Penelope….(groan)…” -  accompanied by a steady, regular plopping.

“Stand aside, children.”  (To Miss Peckfeather, anyone under about thirty was a child.)

They did as she had bid, and there, in the very centre of her vision, one of her best students stood, thrusting his manhood into the mouth of another of her former best students, the latter dripping with slime, he virtually unconscious with pleasure.  Miss Peckfeather’s mouth fell open.  But she hadn’t been a teacher of teenagers for over forty years to be fazed by mere sexual intercourse, of whatever kind.  She like to boast she was equal to anything, and now she was going to prove it.

“Philip Jenkins!  Desist at once!”

Philip seemed not to hear.

“Philip!”  Louder this time.  “You will stop that at once!  Do you hear?”

“Miss…miss…I’m sorry…I can’t…Ah!...I’m gonna cum…I’m cumming!”

And as she watched, and her students watched her, and I watched Pen, he exploded in her mouth, crying out in his ecstasy, “Oh, god, oh fuck, oh…oh…oh…”

As his orgasm subsided, and the reality of the situation flooded back into his consciousness, he withdrew and with a degree of embarrassment on a par with his recent arousal, started struggling to return his half-erect penis to its proper place.  Miss Peckfeather, however, was no longer looking at him.  She was reading the notice.

“Penelope Harrison… cum slut…get your…end-of-term…”  She stared at Pen, semen bubbling from the rubber lips.  We all held our breaths.  But there was more to Miss Peckfeather than was at first apparent. 

“Well, Penelope Harrison.  Well, well!  You may have been top of your class, but I always knew there was a…distasteful side to you.  Strutting around with half your panties on display and such.  And the poor boys unable to concentrate on their work.  It’s perfectly clear to me that you must have colluded to end up in such a…compromising position.  Am I right?”

“Yes, Miss Peckfeather,” I heard myself saying, desperate that she should not demand Pen’s release.  “Yes.  She’s been begging for it…”  Pen’s eyes burned, and she gurgled a protest.  How could I do such a thing to her?  But I knew it was what Miss Peckfeather wanted to hear.

“Just as I thought.  Well, my dear, you’ve made your bed, and you must lie on it.  It is not for me to intervene, since school is now over for the year and I have no more jurisdiction over you.  Nor can I evict you from the school field, since it is open for student sports and games throughout the holidays.  However, I must have a record of this incident, in case the Principal enquires.  Unfortunately I don’t own a mobile telephone…”

“That’s all right, Miss Peckfeather,” cut in Evie.  “I have a film record of the whole incident.  Maybe I could send you a copy…?”

“Thank you, miss…er…that’s very kind.  You’ll find my email address on St. Luke’s website.  Elaine Peckfeather, Vice Principal.  Now I have a meeting to attend.  I wish you all a productive holiday.”  With which remark, she turned on her heel and made her way back to the school buildings.

We looked at each other with delight.

“Wow.  She’s all right,” said Philip.  “So…”

“Me next!  Me next!”  Eager cries erupted from the students.  But one voice drowned them all out.

“No!  I’m next!”  It was Anna.  “This bitch was a thorn in my side for more than six months.  She totally screwed up my love life.  Now I want a few minutes revenge.”  She slipped out of her panties and handed them to Dave to hold.  “Can someone take that thing out for a while?”

Malcolm was only too pleased to oblige.  Pen immediately started to protest, but he pulled out the controller and switched it on.  The sight of it was enough.  Anna tucked the front of her skirt into her waistband and presented her pussy to for Pen’s attention.  She started hesitantly, but after a little admonitory shock from her butt-plug she went to work, lapping avidly at Anna’s increasingly juicy snatch.  I watched eagerly, heart pounding, previously unconsidered possibilities racing through my mind.  Maddy must have been thinking along similar lines – her eyes were devouring the scene, and I heard her mutter, “fuck, yes…” under her breath.  Anna was making the most it, grinding her pussy into Pen’s face.

“Come on, bitch, get that tongue in…deeper, fuckpig…I wanna feel it touch my cervix…oh, god, yes…ah…now my clit…no, suck it, cumslut…gobble those juices…yes, that’s it…oh, shit…no, don’t make me…ah…cum yet…I’m gonna make you my little cumpuppy, darling….oh, fuck, yes…put you on a fucking leash…keep you in a fucking kennel…my personal little pussy slave…ah!...ah!...Aaahh!!”

As her climax passed, she went weak at the knees, and had to hold onto the bars to steady herself.  It must have been a good one, spiced by the thought that it was being delivered by her arch-rival.  She went and sat on the grass.  Malcolm refitted the gag, and while the party continued, Maddy and I went and sat by her.

“You okay, Anna?” Maddy asked.

She looked up with a weak smile, and sighed a satisfied sigh.

“That was the best…the best one I’ve ever had.  I can’t tell you…  That girl gave me so much grief, I can’t begin to explain what it’s like to have her on her knees servicing my pussy, like an obedient little puppy.”

I had to laugh.  “What do you think of her frame?  Isn’t it genius?”

“Absolutely!  But tell me about it.  Who’s responsible?  Is it you two?”

So I told her the whole story.  As I did, her eyes widened and her mouth opened in disbelief.

“Wow.  I can’t believe all this stuff you’ve been getting up to.  This Clarissa…sounds as if she’s got it in for Penelope…  I wonder…  Do you think I might be able to…get involved?”

“Possibly,” I said.  “What did you have in mind?  The same stuff we’ve been doing?  Or…”

“Well, yes, that.  I’d love to earn some extra cash.  But also…”

“What?”

“I was thinking of Penelope.  I don’t feel I’ve had satisfaction yet.  I could really have some fun with her…”

There was a burst of cheering from the group by the sign.

“Yes, I think we feel the same.  I don’t see why the boys should have all of it.”

“I agree,” said Maddy.  Remember at Patricia’s?  And now we’ve seen what she can do for a girl.  Let’s introduce Anna to Clarissa and take it from there.”

“Would you?  That would be so exciting.”

“We’ll set it up, I said.  Fingers crossed.”

“I look forward to seeing your film, Evie,” she smiled.

“I’ll get to work right away, darling,” replied Evie, with a wink.

“Sarah?” called Estella.  “Can you take this…thing…into the field, and give it a good hose down, please?”

“My pleasure, Miss Masterson…”