After we tired of our lovemaking, Nicky and I turned to see what our performance had done to Mr. Ashton. He had repaired to an easy chair and was asleep!
“We wore him out,” Nicky said.
“You wore him out!” I replied. “With your hot little pussy. You made him fuck the ass off you,” I added.
“He was doing all the fucking,” Nicky retorted. “Anyway, what are we to do? Shall we wake him up?”
We went over to the slumbering academic and tentatively touched his arm. He did not stir. We became more forceful, still no response.
“D’you think he’s dead?” Nicky looked at me and whispered.
“If he is, you killed him!” I replied.
“Oh fuck! No, no, I didn’t!” She stared at me. “He didn’t die when he was doing it to me! It was after!” She continued, raising her voice and becoming a little shrill.
This awoke the erstwhile corpse, and he opened his eyes with a start.
“Ah, you two,” he began. “I must have dropped off for a minute, the exertion, you understand,” he went on.
He looked at us for a minute or two, slightly bemused.
“I, ahm, think that’s sufficient correction for you both. For today,” he continued. “However, you,” he looked at me. “You still require punishment, so I shall see you both later.”
“For now, you are dismissed. I believe Mr. Spencely said you are to meet other staff members to apologise to them for your behaviour, so off you go. I shall call for you when I see fit,” he finished.
We dressed, and unlocking the door, we retired from the room and burst into fits of laughter as quietly as we could.
We eventually found Mr.Greeves, who had been hanging around nearby, enjoying a cup of coffee.
“What are you two laughing about?” he asked.
“Nothing, Sir, just being silly, Sir,” I replied, bringing Nicky back to a fit of giggles.
“Mr. Ashton has corrected you?” he asked.
“He corrected Nicky, Sir,” I replied. “He was too tired to correct me as well, we are to see him again; later, he said.”
“Quite so,” he continued. “I shall see if Miss Martin wishes to take a turn with your rehabilitation. Come with me.”
We followed him back to the staff room.
There were several teachers seated, chatting, a few we had not encountered last night, although I did recognise two from the Halloween party. Also, there were Miss Martin and the other female teacher from last evening.
“The girls are here for anyone to take on, should they wish to,” Mr. Greeves announced. “I believe Dorothy, you would wish to deal with them next?” He looked to Ms. Martin.
“Ms. Martin and I shall offer some correction duties, Mr. Greeves,” the other lady teacher piped up.
“They have just seen the Head, so will require showers,” went on Mr. Greeves.
“They can shower in my room,” continued the lady. “Come with us, girls,” she addressed us.
We followed the two women out of the room.
Miss Martin turned to us.
“You were both very adept at pleasuring Miss Barnicott and me last evening,” she began. “I’m sure you will please us both to the best of your abilities.
“From your performance, you like girls, I take it, as well as boys?” she continued.
“Yes, Miss,” Nicky replied.
“Good, we like girls too, don’t we, Miss Barnicott?”
Miss Barnicott smiled demurely.
“Oh, yes, Dorothy,” she replied.
We went upstairs, passing Mr. Spencely’s room. Halting by a door on the left, Dorothy addressed us.
“Here we are, girls. This is Alice’s room. You pop in and shower, you’ll find all the toiletries you need.
“We shall return, with some underwear that should fit you reasonably well; I should prefer you to be fully clothed,” she continued, opening the door and ushering us in.
She closed the door behind us.
Looking around, I saw an obviously feminine room, soft rugs on the floor and an array of old, but attractive furniture, probably expensive when new, a host of books, mostly concerning art and history, from a quick perusal. The bed had an interesting duvet, one that a teenage girl would covet: Hello Kitty.
I looked at Nicky, and she returned the look and bit her bottom lip.
“That’s weird,” she said.
I agreed, but it was not anything to do with us what people liked, so I started to undress to take a shower; Nicky did the same.
Naked, we went into the bathroom, another large and well-appointed shower cubicle. I turned on the shower, hot water soon gushed, and we both stepped into the deluge.
Washing ourselves soon turned into soaping and then exploring one another. Nicky’s breasts came into my attention, and she reciprocated. Soon we delved down between one another’s legs, fingers worming into the other’s pussy, lifting each other onto tiptoe and kissing passionately. I withdrew my fingers from Nicky and rubbed her clit, with my other hand moving behind her, over her bottom and between her thighs to get into her from behind, so I could finger fuck her whilst I rubbed her clit. She took my lead and gave me the same treatment. We fell into our pleasure, sucking and biting the others’ neck as we brought each other to delicious mutual orgasm.
Feeling Nicky cum made me cum in sympathy. The sound and feeling of bringing another girl off is such a turn-on; her touching me in just the same way heightening the arousal, and we both vibrated with pleasure, not wanting to stop, each pushing the other into another ecstasy.
“Are you girls still in the shower?” A questioning voice brought us back to earth.
“Ahm, yes, Miss,” Nicky managed to call back, her eyes wide and her cheeks red.
“Well, dry yourselves, we have some underwear to suit,” came the reply.
We dried ourselves as best we could, having rather moist pussys, and re-entered the bedroom.
We were confronted by the two teachers holding bundles of clothes. To our surprise, Jill was also there; she handed us knickers and bras, and dresses; we obviously looked shocked, and she explained.
“The call came about your excursion, and Miss Moore suggested I bring a change of clothes for you, as you’re in detention,” she began. “Alice, Dorothy and I will pop into the bathroom to change, you can both dress here.”
They were all dressed, so I was not sure what she meant, but with that, the three of them disappeared into the bathroom, leaving Nicky and me to put on the underwear provided and get into our uniforms. “These are the pinafore dresses and blouses with flat collars from the old uniform,” Nicky explained. “Long ago, before they changed to skirts and blazers,” she continued.
The dress was made of quite coarse fabric in a dark navy colour, and the blouse was well starched. Once dressed, we sat on the bed and waited for the women to return.
After a short interval, the door opened, and they entered the bedroom, resplendent in school uniforms. Jill wore her Wilminmoor outfit, matching ours, her size and shape made her look like Nicky and me, an archetypal fifth or sixth form pupil of sixteen to eighteen, but from 1950, not the 1990’s. The other two, being larger and more curvaceous, resembled two women in their 30’s wearing similar schoolgirl outfits, pinafore dresses and a blouse with a rounded, flat collar, in a Peter Pan style.
“Now, girls,” Dorothy spoke. “We are all girls together, playmates, if you like, and we’re going to play some games.”
“Jill, retrieve the toybox from under the bed, please,” she addressed Jenny, who complied, pulling a wooden box from beneath the bed and opening it.
The toybox contained a lot of toys, adult toys; vibrators, dildos, both strap-on and handheld, some restraints like belts and cuffs, and a skipping rope. The latter made me think of my experiences a few days ago, leading me to wonder if this was where the idea had originated.
“You girls are to pleasure Alice, and I,” began Dorothy. “We shall instruct you,” she continued. “Jill, as head girl, you are in charge of them.”
“Yes, Dorothy,” Jill replied.
The two women mounted the bed and lay prone.
“Doctors and nurses,” announced Dorothy.
“You must examine the patients to find out what’s wrong with them,” Jill said to Nicky and me.
We began to examine them. I paired with Alice, Nicky with Dorothy, starting with their hands, each finger in turn, then up their arms to shoulders, across necks and down the other arm, then to her head, turning left and right, forward and back. Down over her neck, and the top of the chest, then tracing our hands down each side to their hips, to move around their fronts, then back up over her tummy, to her breasts, which were full and heaving to our touch. We kneaded the orbs over their pinafore front, receiving some low groans from the recipients.
A short time spent there, we moved down again, over tummies, to hips, to choose one leg, the one furthest from us, Alice’s left for me, Dorothy’s right for Nicky.
Moving down, over the navy dress, to reach her naked knee, down her shin, and around her calf, to her ankle sock.
“Take their shoes off,” Jill instructed us. We complied and gently caressed the foot inside, continuing the medical examination, moving to the other foot and repeating the operation.
We then worked our respective way up the other leg, lifting it and stroking upwards along the calf to the back of the knee, moving further up, this time under the dress.
Alice squirmed as my hands worked up her thigh, one hand sliding between her legs, which she opened slightly, the other around the outside of her thigh, hitching her dress up, her breathing heavy as I reached her underwear, pressing my fingers to her crotch, the soft cotton was hot, and moist, my other hand slid inside the leg of her knickers and around the back, to squeeze her full bottom.
She gasped. “Oh, Andrea, Oh!”
“Is this where the trouble lies?” I asked.
“Mmm,” came her reply.
I increased the pressure between her legs, pushing her knickers between her labia.
Jill then came to assist us, pushing Alice’s dress up, to reveal her navy knickers, old-fashioned school ones, that fitted none too closely. Jill stroked my back, sliding her hand down to my bottom, lifting my dress and slipping a hand between my legs.
“My, you’re hot down here, Andrea!” she whispered in my ear.
Giving me a short press tightly against my crotch, causing me to squirm a little, she then moved around the bed to do the same for Nicky. I looked over to see she was in a similar position, but Jill’s lifting of Dorothy’s dress revealed Nicky had wormed her fingers inside the loose leg hole, under the gusset and was fingering Dorothy, who was writhing her hips against the invasion, her other hand up inside Dorothy’s dress, reaching to her breasts, Dorothy putting her hands down to Nicky’s, gripped Nicky’s wrist as she closed in on the climax Nicky was bringing her to, adjusting Nicky’s touch to suit her own needs.
I, in turn, moved my hand, which was between Alice’s legs, up over the front of her knickers to the waistband. Reaching it, I pulled them down at the front, as she lay on them, her weight meant the rearward side was pinned, but the fabric was easily stretchy enough to get my hand back, between her legs, to enable me to finger her with no barrier between us. I rubbed her clit as my middle finger slipped between her wet labia, delving into her, she lifted her bottom from the bed and groaned, that release of pressure caused her knickers to slip down over her bottom as I pressed my index finger tightly to the back of her pussy opening, rubbing it toward her bottom before pressing it into her to join the other, and allowing my thumb to rest on her clitoris and rub that hard button in a circular motion as my fingers slipped in and out, finger-fucking her pussy. She slid her hands under her bottom and rode against my touch, emitting little gasps with each movement.
“Oh, that’s wonderful, Andrea,” she hissed. “Being fingered, in my knickers, I’m such a naughty little bitch,” her speech trailed off into a moan as she came with a gush, her pussy weeping with desire.
As she glowed from her orgasm, I pulled Alice’s knickers down to her knees and proceeded to go down on her. Tracing my tongue around her smooth Venus mound, down to her camel toe, and further between her legs. She opened them, her knickers preventing her from parting them wide; it was perfectly sufficient for me to get my head between her thighs and partake of her wet pussy.
I sucked and munched on her flowering labia, my attention taken by each lip in turn. I am a little tongue tied and could not get my probing very far into her entrance, which was open and seemed to breathe its hot scent into my nostrils as it leaked its juice, but I did my best, licking the rim of her cunnie, tasting and drinking her glorious nectar, working up to her clit, sucking that rubber-hard button, teasing it with my tongue, before moving back, down between her lips to repeat the process.
I moaned as I ate her, the taste and heat arousing me highly.
I felt hands now, around my lower half, my dress being pulled up, a hand on my bottom, rubbing over and around, then up over the waistband to my naked lower back, then back down, between my legs, pressing the gusset of my knickers between my aroused labia, causing me to squirm.
“Get on the bed, and straddle her,” said Jill’s voice in my ear. “I’ll take your knickers down first,” she continued, and I felt my cotton briefs being slid down my legs. I stepped out of one leg, but Jill stopped me from kicking them off.
“She’ll want you to be wearing them, however slightly,” she said as she helped me out of my shoes.
I came up from between Alice’s legs to see Nicky just settling onto the bed, Dorothy’s face between her knees, and going back down on the other woman. Nicky’s dress pushed up, revealing her naked bottom. Dorothy, with her hands on Nicky’s hips, as Nicky resumed her oral pleasuring, pulling Nicky’s crotch towards her face, to reciprocate.
I joined them.
“Oh, yes,” groaned Alice, as I straddled her. “Oh, yes!” she cried again as I went down on her.
Her hands on my hips, pulling me to her, as Dorothy pulled Nicky, and feeling her tongue against my sex, a warm, wet muscle licking between my open labia. At that point, I had never been eaten by an older woman before. As the submissive teen, I was always the one giving oral pleasure in those encounters, and I must say she was fantastic. Feeling my labia spread wide by probing fingers, pushing her hot tongue into me, tracing it out and over my urethra, along to my clit. Sucking that hard nub, gently biting, pulling the centre of my exterior pleasure ground. I, mirroring the action on her own sex to the best of my ability. The two of us worked together, leading one another in turn. I slipped my tongue as tightly as I could into her hole, and she gave me the same love. Her hands kneaded my bottom, pulling my cheeks apart, sliding up my back, under my pinafore and blouse to my bra strap, then moving her right hand down, around my front, over my tummy, to slip fingers between my legs and rub my clit as her tongue licked around my cunnie entrance, tasting the juice that was leaking from me.
I rocked myself against her touch, closing in on a splendid climax.
“Cum, Andrea,” I heard Alice’s muffled voice. “Cum on my face, darling!”
I did so, pressing and rubbing myself against her face. I doubled down on my licking and sucking of her, wanting her to share this orgasm, to have her cum on my face; a most delicious gift to give.
I felt her tummy vibrating as she creamed herself thoroughly over my face, and I licked the liquid of her desire straight from its well, messy and totally absorbed in my work.
We trembled and squirmed together for an age, neither wanting to stop pleasuring the other, allowing her to calm a little before the slightest pressure, bringing the orgasmic rush back into sharp focus.
Eventually, we tired of one another, and I raised myself, hopping off the bed to see the object of my desire, her dress ruched up, post coital tremors vibrating in her thighs, tummy and soft Venus mound. Her cheeks reddened, and her face was dirty with my juice. Dorothy was in the same dishevelled state, lying next to her.
Nicky was kissing Dorothy, ostensibly tasting herself on the other’s lips; I obliged Alice in the same manner.
“Thank you,” I whispered to her between kisses. “That was simply wonderful, I’ve never been licked like that before.”
“You were wonderful too,” she replied. “You lick so beautifully. Oh, that delicate tongue! What a find!” She continued, stopping any reply I might have made with a passionate French kiss.
“Jill needs to be relieved,” Dorothy announced. “On the bed, girl,” she ordered, a hint of schoolteacher in her command, leading Jill to obey at once.
All four of us each took a quarter of the prone Jill and worked on it. Loosening her clothing, pushing her dress up, revealing pink panties, a preliminary exploration around them, and what was inside the cotton barrier, was followed by her being peeled out of them by Dorothy and Nicky, who were in charge of Jill’s lower half.
Both, without ceremony, delved hands between Jill’s legs, stroking, rubbing, fingering, opening her legs wide and working on her sex. The sighs she uttered and the slurping sound her pussy made as they fingered her proved she had been very much in need of relief.
Alice and I were in charge of Jill’s top half and after exploring her tits over her clothing, we pulled the shoulder straps of her pinafore from her shoulders, unbuttoned her blouse and, slipping one hand each into her bra from the top, we kneaded her small, soft orbs and rubbed and pinched her solid rubber teats. Pushing her bra straps off her shoulders with our spare hands, we pushed her bra down to reveal her pert titties.
The four of us lovingly molested Jill in this manner, bringing her off rapidly, and continuing to finger, rub, part her legs wide, and pull her body around. Alice and I noisily sucked a nipple each, both delving our hands down under her dress to her tummy. Finding Nicky’s hand, I traced down it to Jill’s sex and added my fingers to the melee of frigging, worming and groping digits that greedily worked on the quivering and moaning Jill, filling her pussy and exploring her other hole with fingers lubricated by her own juice.
Groaning. Oh’s! Was all she could utter, with the occasional please, and no, half-heartedly gasped.
Alice told Nicky to go to the toy box and choose something for Jill’s delight.
She came back with a vibrator which she introduced to Jill’s pussy, twisting it as she pushed it into the other girl, who groaned and moaned ever more wantonly and tried to put her hands down to herself, Alice and I held her arms to prevent her, which increased her noisy emissions.
“Fuck her,” Dorothy demanded. Nicky obliged, rapidly jerking the plastic tool in and out of Jill’s sodden split and sending her over the edge into spasms of climax with eyes wide and pupils dilated. Jill gasped, open-mouthed, gazing at Alice and me in turn, imploring us to release her arms, to allow her to rub herself, to control her own orgasm.
I knew what it was like to be prevented, and I felt my own sex aching for my own touch, the heavenly feel as you bring yourself to teeter on the edge; knowing just one more stroke will tip you over, holding yourself on the precipice; the slightest nudge, and heaven awaits.
Without realising, I found my right hand had slipped down between my own legs. I was wet, and two of my fingers slipped inside easily, pressing them to the front of the inside of my tunnel. I worked on my clit with my thumb.
“Andrea, are you touching yourself?” Alice’s voice brought me back to earth.
I felt myself go red.
