File: DORM.TXT
Chapter 5 of the St Cunatus saga

                      An Afternoon's Photography

Most of that afternoon, David and Sue occupied themselves strolling around
the school grounds, taking photos of the garden and playing field layouts,
as well as carefully recording all of the major building exteriors. The age
of most of the buildings, together with the rather disorganised approach of
the Cunatus nuns to property management, had resulted in a school's
architectural records section most kindly described as sparse. When David
had been shown the old cardboard box half full of silverfish chewed, faded
and mildewed 'plans' in a cupboard under the stairs to Sister Jeanna's
attic, he had barely been able to contain himself till she was out of
earshot, before unkindly describing it as "Shit! Fuckin pathetic! Bloody
useless religious twits!"

The group's agenda required a complete and accurate map of the area,
preferably in 3D CAD form. Producing this was one of the project's first
priorities, since it was obviously going to be quite tricky installing all
the electronic gadgets they intended, and a CAD map of the place seemed the
best place to start the planning. Hence this preliminary scouting stroll in 
preparation for a full survey to be performed in the upcoming school holiday.

It had turned out very pleasant, the weather was warm and sunny, and they
kept finding themselves in secluded little leafy bowers that seemed safe
enough from discovery to tempt them to a have a lazy root on the lawns.
Unfortunately, in each case, just as they were deciding that it was safe, 
it always turned out that it wasn't. There were few of the nubile but still
off limits students around that day, but the ones that were out in the 
grounds all seemed to be just as keen to find secluded spots as David and Sue.

Actually, it had become quite frustrating in the later part of the day after 
the photographic survey was complete and other passtimes suggested themselves.
Still, at this stage in the negotiations, absolutely no chances could be taken 
with the presentation of an utterly staid and propper appearance.
So no nookie on the lawns. "Don't want to shock the nice little schoolgirls, 
now do we?" said Sue in one bower that David was _sure_ was safe enough.
This demonstrated great self control on Sue's part, considering David had been 
fingering her clit under the camera bag for several minutes as they sat on the 
bench, and she knew if he kept it up she was going to melt down through the 
seat slats into a very horizontal and inviting position on the grass.

Moments later, as they sat silently trying to decide whether to get up and 
continue the walk despite their mutual pressing need, or to stay and have a 
ripping argument about whether it was safe to fuck there or not, fate sprung
one of its 'stay awake' surprises. Three of the very nicest 'little'
schoolgirls popped out of the greenery, smiled at the couple of olds on the
bench, and proceeded to play some game involving sticks and pieces of paper.
The olds excused themselves and continued their tour. After an entirely 
disguised appraisal of the three pairs of pert breasts and luscious buttocks 
not entirely hidden by the shapeless school uniforms, that is.

Soon after dusk, on their way back to the dining hall for dinner, David and
Sue found themselves walking past some shrubs next to a wall of one of the 
girls dorm wings. All of the visible windows were heavily curtained, with 
hardly any sign that the rooms beyond held a bustle of young female bodies 
preparing for the evening meal in the main hall. Without needing to mention 
it, both knew their thoughts were in those rooms with the future sex objects.
Sue: "You see that light through the bush there David? Feel like a look?
Of course he did, and so did she. Ducking behind the bushes they find a window 
that in daytime would be completely hidden by the shubbery. The curtain has 
quite a wide gap, fine for them to both get a clear view into the room.
David: "Well, well. Looks like someone got a bit careless with a curtain.
    What these girls need is a bit of discipline, eh! Ha Ha!" 

Its one of the girl's dorms, with six beds. All six girls are there, mostly 
finished changing into their evening uniforms. They are all around sixteen, 
some rather average in appearance, though a couple are excellent examples of 
nubility.

They are:  (%%% must substitute real names throughout)
A:  Amber
B:  Becky
C:  Carla
D:  Denice
E:  Evon
F:  Fran

One of these (Amber) is sitting on her bed, opposite the window and facing it.
She has been slow in changing, as she is now sitting in panties only, brushing 
her hair, which is dark, straight and long. When she brushes it forward, it 
reaches past the nipples of her breasts, which are surprisingly large for the 
rest of her slim figure. They bounce as she jerks the comb in a knot of hair.
It is a quiet night out, and the ex-fenestrate watchers can make out the 
conversations in the room. It seems that Amber is not only a slow dresser, but 
can be quite spitefull as well. She is speaking to the girl by the next bed.

A: "Hey tiny tits! I saw you looking at Sally's answers in the test today,
sneak. You always copy. You couldn't do anything right on your own in a
million years. Think I'll tell sister about you so you'll get a caning.
You really deserve it you creep."

B: "Don't call me a creep you bitch! And theyre not tiny, theyre nice, yours 
are too big, they look like cow's tits. Anyway I didnt copy, I just wondered 
how she was doing. I'd already finished the questions when I looked at her 
paper. And if you tell on me I'll tell about you doing things to yourself.
You're an animal, you do filthy things every night in bed. I can hear you
doing it. You even keep me awake sometimes you make so much noise."

A: "I do not you liar! Anyway, how come you often take really unripe, hard 
bananas at lunch time and put them in your case. And you take your case into 
the toilets after lunch. Once you did that and I looked in your case after
and the banana wasn't there anymore!"

B: "How dare you! You opened my case, and you call me a sneak! I _am_ going to 
tell on you next time you do things to yourself. You'll have to stop or I'll 
tell and they'll catch you doing it and they'll lock you into iron pants just 
like Judy."

A: "Oh you bitch! You bitch!" She jumps off her bed and throws herself at B
who she tries to hit and scratch, but B holds her off.

B: "Help! Get her off meeee. Oh! (A lands punch on B's tit).
The other four girls dash over and pull A off B and hold her upright with
firm grips on her arms and wrists. A tries to kick out at their shins.

B: "She hit me on the tit!"
C: "She keeps me awake at night too, going 'slurp squelch pant' all night."
A: "Bitches! Liars! Creeps!" She kicks D on the leg.
D: "Ow!"
E: (holding A) "Stop that!" She slaps A hard on the bum, which obviously
gives A a great surprise. She stops struggling and kicking and looks
astonished instead. E also seems a little surprised with herself.
F: (also holding A) "I've had enough of this bitch! Lets teach her a lesson 
right now!" She moves to pull A towards A's bed.
C: "Yea! Make her say she's an animal."
A: "I wont, I wont! Oh let me go! I'll scream!"
D: "Don't scream you slut. You just keep quiet or we'll hurt you lots.
Kick my leg will you? You'll be sorry for that."
She pulls A's arm up behind her back and follows F's movements towards A's 
bed.
D: "Now you better do just exactly what we say, OK?"
A: "No No!"
D: and B: "Yes!" D pulls A's arm up higher.
A: "Oh! ... Oh!"
C: grabs A's nipples and twists them. "Come on, say 'I'm an animal'!"
A: "arrr.." (C twists harder)
A: "Oh! Oh all right, I'll say it, just let me go first.
B: Grabs A's nose and twists that too. "No, say it right now or I'll pull your 
nose off." (C continues twirling and pulling A's nipples, which seem to be 
getting larger, much to C's interest.)
A: "....oh..  I'm an animal"
B: "Again, louder!"
A: "I'm an animal."
By now they have backed her up against the side of her bed. They stop there 
for a moment.
D: "Well, first time I ever saw an animal wearing panties. Take them off her!"
A: "What! No, you can't... thats... ow!" E has given her another sharp smack
on her pantied bottom, and seems much more sure of herself this time.
D: "You be quiet. And hold still, or we'll all take turns smacking you.
Go on C, pull them off her. This animal should be bare."
C releases A's nipples, and kneeling down in front of A slides A's panties 
down her legs to her ankles. The hair revealed is dark and thick on her mound,
but thins and parts lower down to frame a neat slit.
C: "Animal! Step out of them!" A lifts her feet and C pulls her panties off.
F: (Still holding A's arm) "That's better. Now, animals should also be
obedient. Lets make sure this one is. Say 'I'll do anything you tell me to'-
 -Now!" She shakes A roughly by the arm.
A: "Ohhhh.. Noooo..."  She looks frightenned, struggles a bit. Her breathing 
is now heavy. It is noticeable that her nipples are quite hard and large.
B: (Still pinching A's nose - squeezes harder and twists end.)
   "Come on little animal, time to obey!"
A: "Ow Ow, Alright! I'll do whatever you say."
F: "Thats _anything_ we say. Come on, say '_anything_' like you mean it!"
A: Hesitates, realising that perhaps this is not a wise promise to make.
To convince her, B twists her nose even harder, and E raises her hand, eager
to deliver another spank (she's clearly decided she likes doing it, once over 
the surprise at her own surge of excitement.)

A: Decides that this is not the time to consider wisdom. "Oh No! OK! I'll do
_anything_ you say!" She succeeds in placing a very satisfactory emphasis
on the 'anything'. Outside the window, David and Sue lear at each other: now
thats how they like to hear a young girl say 'anything'!
D: "OK obedient animal, now get this straight. The five of us are sick to 
death of you being a pain, and from now on what we say goes! If you are ever 
disobedient or do anything we don't like we'll all tell the sisters what you 
do at night and then you'll be sorry you were born. They won't believe 
a thing you say when its your word against five. So now we're going to let go
of you animal, and you'll stand there and obey our orders, right?"
A: Pause, then resignedly: "Y.. Yes"

They let go and most step back a pace looking at her standing naked, the 
backs of her legs against the side of her bed. She is directly facing the 
window again, but cannot see David and Sue in the dark past the curtain.

Out there, there has been a frantic whispered conversation and urgent 
rummaging through the camera bag in the dark.
"Damm, damn, where _is_ that roll of fast film?"
"I put it in the side pocket."
"It's not there now!"
"Or the top pocket?"
"Arrgh. No it.. Oh yes here it is. Hold the bag will you, while I change
this.. (fumble..) ah bloody thing.. can't find the.. can you get out of the 
light?"
"Then I can't watch them."
"I don't give a.. Don't you want some pics of this? So get out of the light!"
"Ok Ok.. Ow! Watch out for that branch."
"SHHH! Quiet you fool..  Here, put this film back in the bag."
"Don't forget to change the shutter speed. Remember that time.."
"Look. That was your fault! How was I to.. Oh bugger it, I dropped the cap."
"SHHH! you too."
"Ah, got it. Right. Was this a 24 or 36 roll, you remember?"
"You bought it. How would I know?"
"Yea, and you said we'd never need such fast film. Do we?"
"Oh yes, we do, we do. May I never question your impulse buying again."
"So here goes."
Fortunately, it is a very quiet camera, no V8 motorised film advance, bad 
composure warning klaxons, or any other such modern wonders.
There is a faint click, then David silently winds on the film.

Inside:
The scene holds motionless for long moments, as the girls slowly come to 
realise the potentials of this unexpected situation. Perhaps they have never
even in their fantasies considered what '_anything_' could mean.
Neither has A, for that matter, but now she does begin to have a few thoughts
that seem to sink down through her neck, her chest, and come to rest in her
stomach like a swarm of butterflies. One particular image seems to flutter
even lower, and lower. 
In the sudden flush of that fear, she presses her legs tightly together and
moves to cover her crotch with her hands.

C: (Still kneeling in front of A) "No! Hands at your sides animal. And spread 
your legs!"
A: Moves her feet reluctantly about a foot apart.
C: Slaps A smartly on the inner thigh. "I said spread! Animals aren't shy."
With her hands inside A's knees C presses A's legs apart till A's feet are 
about a yard apart.

They stand staring at her naked body for a while again. A's head is bent 
forward and she stares at C's hand which still rests on A's inner thigh just 
above her knee. C begins to stroke A's thigh in a calculatedly insulting and 
provacative way.
A: "What are you.."
D: "Shut up you! Who asked you to speak! Keep quiet unless we tell you to 
speak!"

Another short silence. All the girls stare thoughtfully at A, no doubt 
considering what to do next. It is obvious to all that A's nipples are rigid 
(and quite large). She breathes deeply, with tremours of uncertainty.
C's hand becomes more aggressive, gripping and rubbing A's inner thigh.
A: Stares at the hand like a bird at a snake, her breathing becoming more 
jerky.
Seeing this, C slides her hand right up A's thigh to her thick bush and tugs 
at a tuft of fur on the lip of her slit, opening up the slit and revealing the 
pink flesh within. A: gasps and instinctively jerks her hips backwards but C 
hangs onto the hairs as A bends further, pulling her hips back over the bed.
D: "Stand still!" C pulls forward on the hairs but A refuses to move.
A: is starting to turn a bright pink all over, much the same as the colour 
inside her slit. She has obviously begun to realize that her roommates are 
going to do more than verbally abuse her. She is beginning to wonder in
earnest now about the meaning of '_anything_'.
E: Lands a solid slap on A's protruding bottom. "Stand straight! Come on!
Stop trying to hide your cunt, animal!"
A: Gasps and begins to move her hips forward again, following C's steady pull
on her cunt lip hairs. But not fast enough.
F: Suddenly slaps her sharply on her other arse cheek. "Come on animal, do as 
you're told!" F leaves her hand on A's arse and presses it forward, while 
roughly grabbing A's breast in her other hand and pressing her blushing torso 
back into a vertical position. F keeps on pushing, but A resists further 
movement.
C: Grasps the hairs of A's other cunt lip in her other hand and pulls the lips 
wide apart and forward. "More, bitch! Lets have a really good look at this 
thing. Stick it out as far as you can."
A: Groans resignedly, and thrusts her hips forward. Her hands are clenched and 
now hang back from her waist. She still looks down at C's hands on her cunt 
hairs, and F's fingers working on her quite rigid nipple. 
F: After a few more moments, F lets go of A's nipple.
Two of the girls kneel down on either side of C, and pear closely at A's
open slit with C. This audience inspires C to to put on a show, and she
begins to play 'puppet mouth', alternately slowly pulling A's cunt hairs
apart to stretch the lips wide, then letting them spring closed. Except
they no longer close completely. A's labia are now following her nippples
into an obviously swollen state. Whats more, her clit begins to show itself.
The girls see this, and a few soft sniggers are heard.
C: Decides this is pretty funny too, and speeds up her 'mouth' puppet show,
to a vigorous chatter rate. She plays ventriloquist and lip syncs the 'mouth'
with her script: "Oh Oh Oh! I'm an animal! I'm so hungry! I need to eat 
something! Oh Oh Oh! What shall I do! Oh Oh Oh!..." and so on.
A: With this treatment, A's clit grows visibly and the mouth's 'closed'
becomes less convincing as her lips swell further.
Without stopping the play, C decides that the lips should close between words, 
so she shifts her grip to the base of the hairs on the outer tip of A's labia.
Now she can pull the lips open and push them fully closed. This also means the 
lips smack against the little 'tongue' now very prominent in the middle.
C: Continues: "Oh Oh Oh! I'm on my side! Oh Oh Oh! My tongue! My tongue! It's 
getting so big! So big! So big! It's hard to talk, to talk! to talk!..."
A: Is still blushing furiously, but has started to moan and whimper very 
softly. She holds her position, hips forward, head down with her chin on her 
chest, staring at the activity between her widely parted legs. Now and then 
her hips twitch a little.
C: Begins to intersperse 'funny faces' with the mouth for variety. She twists 
the lips up and down, usually rubbing them together on the 'tongue'. Then she 
puts on a 'speech impediment' voice to match the twisted lips.
At one of these moments, A moans loudly and her hips seem to thrust even 
further forward.
A: "Ohhhh...h." (Loudly, but bitten off at the end.)
C: Stops, with A's labia pulled wide apart again, and looks up at A's face.
A: Looks even more deeply embarrased, yet her hips continue to twitch a 
little.
C: "Nobody asked you to speak. You should'nt interrupt when others are 
talking, you know. Typical bad manners, just what we'd expect from an animal 
like you!"
D: Chips in: "Yea! And hold still. How do you expect anyone to talk when you 
keep bumping them around like that?" There is a chorus of giggles.
A: Tries to hold still, but her hips give another involuntary thrust as C 
shifts her grip to ease her fingers.
D: "Hold _still_ I said!" She gives A a sudden and hard slap on the bottom.
A: Gasps in surprise and lifts her head to turn to D, but D grabs her jaw and 
forces her chin up until A is staring straight up. Her back and head are now 
arched right back and she cannot see her own body or the other girls anymore.
D: "Now stay there! This play is for our amusement, not yours, animal. You are 
not to look down again, understand?"
A: is too overwhealmed by events and the feelings in her body to say anything. 
She is having a great deal of trouble preventing herself from moaning and 
humping her hips. Keeping her hands from flying to her desperate clit is also 
proving very difficult, despite her feelings of shame. Her mind is also 
attempting (but failing) to deal with the surprising strength of her lust, 
which seems much more intense than anything she has ever raised with her own 
hands. 'How can this happen?' she thinks over and over.
D: "UNDERSTAND?" She gives A another sharp spank, and shakes A's head by her 
jaw. This brings A back sufficiently to answer-
A: "Y.. Yesss.."
D: "Say 'I will stand still with my cunt spread open and stare at the ceiling 
as long as you want'!" D grabs A's nipple with her other hand and squeezes it. 
"SAY it!"
A: "Ohhuhhh... I.. I will s.s.stand with m.my .." She pauses.
D: "Your cunt, _you_cunt_. You do know what that _is_ don't you? NOW SAY IT!"
A: "m.my c.cunt spread ohhh.. oo.. open and s.stare at the ceiling as l.long 
as you like. Ohhh..."  As she spoke this promise, a powerfull wave of heat 
seemed to A to rise up through her legs, crash into her belly then wash up to 
the rest of her trunk, her neck, then sit burning on her upturned face. It's 
passing seemed to have pumped her cunt, clit and nipples full of fire too, for 
these now ached and throbbed unbearably. On the last word, muscles she didn't 
know she had suddenly began to rhythmicly clench and jerk deep in her pelvis.
Deep that is, but not deep enough to hide.
A: could not see her cunt, but the girls still kneeling before her had been 
watching closely, fascinated by A's ever more rigid clit and its glowing 
surroundings. They clearly saw her vaginal opening perform its little dance, 
drawing in, then dropping open, then back, open, back, even more open, as A 
finished her line with a long shuddering gasp.
Her cunt's movements slowed after a moment, though without actually stopping.
A: had not come, in fact far from giving her relief the spasms seemed only to 
be hammering away at her resistance to admitting to herself that she was 
actually more horny than she had ever been.
Her embarasment and fear of admitting her feelings was still stronger though.
She desperately clung to the hope that her dormers might soon release her if 
she obeyed them fully. She would _not_ let them know what they stired in her!
Unknown to her, her vagina still slowly closed, opened, closed.
The girls watching had glanced at each other silently, one with finger to her 
lips, miming "Shh...". They then quietly drew the other girls down to watch
the fascinating show.
So as A gazed at the ceiling, her hips thrust forward, head back, wondering if 
the silence meant her tormentors might soon release her, and if she was ever 
going to quell the clenching heat in her quim, the others were _watching_ the 
clenching in her quim. They watched too as the glistening juice seeped from 
within her, and gradually formed a droplet on her pulsing lips.
It fell off without a sound, yet it's fall broke the silence.

E: "Well! It doesnt take much to turn her on like a bath tap."
B: "Yea, just like a bitch dog in heat! All she can ever think of is sex. I 
bet her cunt's wet like that all the time. Tell us animal, is your cunt
always wet?
A: Her hopes suddenly dashed. Yet strangely the question seemed to fan the 
heat in her! "Ohhh... No! You mustnt do this to me! You. Oh! Unhh.."
C: Has gripped A's still rigid clit between two fingers and is rolling it 
between them. "We'll do anything we like to you, you nasty lying oversexed
animal. I see you are lying about your cunt too, it looks wet to me.
Wet and loose. Bet you stick things up it all the time!"
B: "She does too. I saw her sneak her pencil case into bed with her last 
Wednesday, then she kept me awake for hours with her moving around in bed and 
funny breathing.
D: So thats what she was doing! I remember that night; animal, you kept me 
awake too!
E: Has picked up A's satchel and rummages through it. She pulls out a bright 
red plastic rocket shaped pencil case about seven inches long and two inches 
thick. She opens the lid and looks inside, rattling the assorted pens and so 
on, then replaces the lid.
E: "You mean she stuck this thing up herself? Golly! What a slut. Bet she
does it all the time."
C: "Yea I bet too. Nothing would surprise me about this bitch. I bet she has 
to be carefull it doesnt get lost up there."

Of course, A saw none of this. Too afraid to take her eyes from the ceiling, 
and overcome yet again by a wave of shame, she held her silent position. The 
other's words had cut into her guilt, for she did indeed often sneak the 
pencil case into her bed at night. She had been so sure it was her secret!
Yet as so often happens, there began now a misunderstanding that would have 
surprising consequences. A, in fact, was always rather timid in her secret 
masturbation. She would quietly open the case in bed, and by touch select her 
'lover' for the night: perhaps this thin pencil, to be twirled in her cunt, 
perhaps that pen with the bumpy cap to be worked back and forth between her 
lips and over her clit. Once, in what seemed to her then a fit of mad lust, 
she had pushed one smooth pencil head far into her arse, and another a short 
distance up her piss hole (after a thorough jiggling in her soaking cunt for 
lubrication). She had then stuck five of the remaining pencils into her cunt,
and what with pushing, twisting and shaking the many levers projecting from 
her various organs, had produced a cum so powerful she had actually cried out.
At the time she had been instantly terrified that the she may have woken the 
other girls or even the house mistress. She could not get the thought out of 
her mind of someone suddenly pulling back the covers as the lights came on, to 
reveal her with her nightie up around her waist and her privates looking like 
a pencil stand. That image had sprung into her mind some minutes after she had 
hurriedly finished extracting, wiping and recasing all the pencils, and 
slipped the pencil case back into her bag beside the bed. She had then lain 
as silent and still as her post orgasmic breathing allowed, concentrating on
listening for sounds of roused investigation. None had come, and just as she
was relaxing, pop! there was the image of herself on display to a circle of 
vague faces. She had nearly cried out a second time, and her pulse rate roared
up to maximum all over again. It was very confusing, she had thought the power 
of the image came from her fear of discovery, yet it had relit a desire in her
cunt so strong that she was unable to resist digging her fingers into her slit
and franticly working at herself in search of relief. Yet for some reason she 
was unable to find it. She'd seemed caught in a sexual loop in which the 
'pencils revealed' image kicked her up into a state of desperate arousal and 
a long interval of frenzied up-thrusting of hips and shoving of fingers into 
the hungry centre between her wide spread legs. Nothing had seemed able to 
lift her quite up to the peak she sought though, and gradually her arousal 
would reduce to a slightly less mindless level, and the realisation of how 
much noise she was making would bring her back to a fear of discovery and an
attempt to still her body. Inevitably though, thinking of being discovered 
would return the circle of faces staring at her pencil stuffed holes to her
mind, and around she'd go again.
It had been well into the not so small hours of the morning before the almost 
total numbness of her genitals and general exhaustion had allowed her to 
escape into sleep.
Since then, several months had passed, and the nights when the pencil 
discovery scene tormented her had become far less frequent than they had been 
at first. Still, she was now taking the pencil case to bed much more often 
than she had before that night, and her sleep had rarely been very good since.
Almost every night, she seemed unable to rest till her sex was satisfied.
This had resulted in her becoming quite snappy of late, as well as to a few 
actual close calls with discovery, both due to her frequent tiredness.

Once she had drifted off to sleep after a come, on her side with her legs 
spread forward and back, and her nightie up to her waist as usual. The pencil 
still up her cunt would have been obvious if anyone had pulled back the 
covers. She had woken to the bustle of dorm rising, and had to do some very
fast smuggling to get everthing put away while no-one was looking. Luckily
for her that was not one of the mornings when the house sister had come in at 
dawn and woken the girls by throwing back their blankets!

Another time she had woken just at sunrise to realise that she was lying on 
her back, nightie rucked up above her breasts, with one hand hooked in her 
cunt and the other cupping a breast. The single light blanket over her would
not have hidden this position very well, should someone have glanced at her 
bed lit by the morning sun. Even as she rearranged herself, others had begun
to stir, showing just how close that call had been.

Both of these times had given her a jolt of fear at the moment, then as soon 
as the practicalities of covering up were completed, she had been stunned by
a wave of intense heat in her privates, which of course could not be attended
to then. She was becoming familiar with the the experience of spending the 
schoolday attempting to ignore a persistent need in a wet and swollen slit,
longing for the evening and a chance to frig herself to sleep. It was odd,
she thought, that the briefest mental image of herself being caught, exposed
while playing twirl-the-pencil, would have such an intense effect on her body. 
After the second close call, she'd wondered whether it was the real risk of
being caught, or just the _thought_ of being caught, that kindled her fires.
One day, sitting through a boring history lesson, she'd decided to try a 
little experiment. She deliberately constructed a scene in her mind's eye,
in which she had just been discovered asleep in bed, panties around her 
ankles, knees splayed wide, and a pencil projecting from her cunt.
The experiment was very conclusive- the mental image alone would cause her
body to explode into full sexual arousal in seconds.

The rest of that history lesson had passed very quickly, as she wriggled in
her seat, trying to get the picture _out_ of her mind again, and praying no
one would notice the damp patch that would be left on the seat when she got
up. Ever since then, she'd found herself playing the scene often during her
evening masturbations, embellishing and extending it.

Despite all this though, she had never considered, in any of her wild but 
rather naive imaginings actually shoving the rocket up her technically virgin 
hole. She had sometimes used it's nose as a clit rubber, but to her mind the
diameter of the case was simply far too large to fit inside herself.
Standing bent backwards, listening to the jeering conversation around her, she 
thought E was talking about a pencil! Whats more, the 'pencils revealed' image
was now decending onto her mind like a flock of birds, and she was suddenly 
sure she knew what was going to happen to her. They were.. ohh..hh they were
going to.to put pencils up her! ..ooh.. (her cunt twitched powerfully) up all
her holes! ..and make her.. ..stand there.. oh! (another!) and.. and.. they
might twirl them in her.OOOH! (her cunt seemed to lock into a fist! then 
slowly let go. She did not realise it but her body seemed to be trying to make 
her bush into the highest part of her arched back form. Her head and shoulders 
were straining ever further back, her hips were rythmicly thrusting up and her 
legs were doing their best to beat their previous spreading record.)
oooaah... ah how m.many? ohno ohh n.n.n Lots.. Suppose they put LOTS in her!
What would she doooooo? oh oh...  oh God! What if they. What if they made her
t.touch the p.pencils? Made her do things with them? ...oooooohh..h.h.h...

As the pencils whirled and probed in A's mind, everyone else was thinking
'The rocket! Wow!'. Of course, it seemed to them as they watched A's clenching 
buttocks and cunt, her straining body, and listened to her rapid panting, that 
mentioning the rocket had certainly had a spectacular effect on the slut.
F: "Wow! Guess what she's thinking about. Wanna see what happens if we shove 
it to her right now?"
D: "Yes! But its not long to dinner time. We can continue with this slut's 
treatment after dinner, and when we're finished, A, there are'nt going to be 
any more grunts in the night from you! We are going to get our sleep, and you 
are just going to have to leave your wet slit alone. Get it?"
A: Still deep in her pencil imaginings, doesn't answer.
D: "I said GET IT?!" She forms two straight fingers and rams them into A's 
gaping cunt. She leaves them there, twisting and turning. This is not what A
was expecting, and her mind comes back to the now a bit.
D: "Say 'I will never touch my wet cunt again' - NOW, BITCH!"
On the last word, D pulls her fingers out, then rams three back in hard.
A: "Ahhuh! Oh yesss.. I get it... I promise, I, I, I will never touch m.m.my
wet ... c. cunt again.. Ohh.. Oh take. Oh take.."
A was trying to say 'Oh take them out'. She thought she should say it, but the 
problem was that her cunt seemed to have definately decided it did _not_ want 
the fingers removed. The clasping spasms had started up all over again, and 
her hips were simply disobeying her, and thrusting down onto D's fingers. She 
willed her body to stop, but all that happened was her clenched hands by her 
sides uncurled and her fingers all stretched out wide, for a moment, then 
started clenching and opening in time with the contractions in her pussy.

C: "Hey D! She really gets off on that huh? Look at the slut go. That is one 
hungry cunt! I bet we could tell her to play with herself and she'd do it.
That would be fun to watch ha ha! We could make her stop just before she came. 
That'd teach her!
E: "Yea! But really, we can't now, dinner is only a few minutes, look."
D: She has been holding her hand still and watching A hump her hips on D's 
fingers. She pulls them out. A groans and her hands clench again.
D: "Hey, why don't we give this hole some dinner too? How about it A? Is your 
hole hungry? Would you like something up it for dinner? Now I _know_ it would, 
so you just tell us how _much_ it would like something in it, hmmm?
Go on now!" D gently puts the tip of her first finger against A's slit, but 
keeps moving it to prevent A's frantic hip thrusts from obtaining penetration.
A: Is getting really desperate by now. She still has the pencils image buzzing 
in her mind, but still no pencils in her! It seems to her that her cunt, clit 
and throbbing nipples have ganged up on her mind and taken over. She hears 
herself gasping-
A: "Uh. Uh.. Oh. I.. Yesss. Pleeeese.... something... put something in,
in meee... ohhh..." (Pencils is what she wants!)
D: "Yes, yes, stupid slut. We _know_ that. Just tell us how _much_ your cunt 
wants dinner."
A: "Oh Oh Oh pleesse.. a lot, a lot! Pleese!"
D: "Oh very expressive! Hah! Come on, beg like 'ram something big up 
my desperate hole!', but be original now, or _no_dinner_! Make it good now. 
Last chance!"
A: Her brain wasnt at its creative best just now, but she did try. Her cunt 
made her. "Ah Ah Oh.. My h.huge ah a.aching cunt wah..wants aah.a great long
dinner sh.shoved ddeep into iiee.its ttummy! Ohh do, oh please.."
D: (Casually) "OK. No peeking now, its a surprise!"
D: Gestures to E, who is still holding the pencil case. E hands it to D, who 
kneels in front of A again. "Listen A, you just keep your head back. Dont want 
to spoil your cunt's surprise!"
D: Continues, speaking to the others- "Now, lets lie her back across the bed.
Easier to feed our hungry guest then."
The other girls grab A's arms and thighs, and lean her further backwards onto 
the bed behind her. She ends with her head hanging back down over the other 
side of the bed, and her hips on the closer edge. Her legs are still spread 
wide, and her gash is now much more clearly visible to all.

This also includes David and Sue at the window. They are speechless with
amazement. They thought this sort of thing wasn't going to happen till
_after_ their group took over!
While being carefull to make no noise, they have long since opened trousers 
and skirts and would have both come by now except for the awkwardness of
doing much in the small space while still silently looking in the gap in the
curtains. For David there is also the annoying distraction of maning the
camera.

The girls continue to hold A's legs and arms wide open.
C: "Here comes dinner. Whoosh! Ha Ha."
D: Puts the tip of the rocket against A's cunt. A of course has no idea what 
it is. If anything, she expected a pencil to slide thinly into her. Still,
her cunt says 'Yes!' and her hips thrust up, rocking the nosecone in it's
cradle. Several of the girls laugh at the sight of the 'docking', but A is
past worrying about such things.
D: works the head of the rocket in A's juices for a moment, then gives it a 
firm shove. Most of the nose goes in, and A's cunt discovers it's dinner's 
diameter.
A: "AAHH! Oh.. What..?" She struggles for a moment, but more from surprise 
than from the slight pain. 'Thats not a pencil!' she thinks. 'It feels...'
E: "Stay on target! Ha ha."
B: "Hey! If that _all_ goes in, I have an idea for _our_ dinner! See if it 
does go in."
C: "Yea! Feed it to the slut."
D: "Roger wilco ha ha." She begins to roughly twist and thrust the rocket,
working it in deeper as A's juices lubricate the pressing plunger.
C: Decides to help, and begins fingering A's labia and clit, rubbing and 
pulling everything in A's crotch, mostly just for fun, but also to help the 
brave rocketeers into their new base.

Suddenly, A is simply not thinking about anything at all, not pencils, not
what the girls might do to her, not the shame of her position. The rocket
slides deeper into her, and her whole body explodes into 'fully stuffed' mode.
A: "Arrrrrrr...hhhnnggggg.... arrhnggg" She groans. The world fades away and 
there is only her body, her clit, her nipples, and the incredible, huge,
THING in her cunt. The only the image in her mind is of a circle of faces
intently watching something _enormous_ sinking into her wide splayed cunt.
Somehow it all becomes confused, the faces are watching, sinking into, they
are pushing into... it feels sooo... gooood.... watched...  in...

B: "Almost there. See if you can get the last bit in. See if you can get the 
base right up to her lips. I've got a really _neat_ idea!"
D: "Hmm.. what?" She lets go of the base of the rocket, with it's stubby, 
rounded fins, and cups the rear of the rocket in the palm of her hand. She 
holds it there, pushing a little, letting it slide out a little, pushing it 
back in a little more.

It really is a wonderfull sight. In fact, though the girls are all pretending 
to be playing an amusing game of girlish revenge, there isnt one of them whose 
panties are not sopping wet by now. A considerable amount of leg crossing and 
fidgeting is going on among the girls not actually occupied holding A down.
Of course, they all think _they_ are'nt going to ever act like A, the slut! 
'Look at her' they think to themselves. 'Touch her cunt and she's totally 
gone! Disgusting animal!' They'd _never_ behave like that, ever! It becomes a 
game among those with free hands to poke, pinch and squeeze A's breasts.
They fight little finger battles over who gets to squeeze her rigid nipples.
'Dont her nips feel hard!' each thinks when they get to do this.

So there A is, laid back on the bed, most of a plastic rocket up her cunt and 
more on the way, her clit and nipples being tweaked by several hands.

Then she comes.

It is the first time she has ever been _made_ to come. Nothing like her past
secretive bedtime spasms. Those she could feel building, to be carefully
brought to an ecstatic peak of silent tensing, almost always while keeping 
some part of her attention on the lookout for discovery. This is something 
else, totally unexpected and overwhelming. It is as though an entire second
sexual nervous system she never knew about, suddenly made connection.
Her body seems to have been waiting a long time for this.

Days later, when she looks back on that moment, she is still unable to really 
figure out what it felt like. It was just too intense to properly record in 
her memory. She remembers a hand over her mouth and a voice going 'AAAAAA..'
in her head. She remembers seeming to rise up off the bed and pushing with all 
her strength towards the wonderfull fullness in her cunt. She remembers waves 
of _something_ seeming to sweep out from the centre between her legs, and wash 
away all consciousness.
A period of time with no movement but a vastness, still and huge, deep within 
her.

Eventually, a gradual return of thought, and awareness. Her neck hurt, in its 
awkward position over the side of the bed. An itch on her nose.
Her nipples - someone still ..._playing_ with them. Her.. Oh! her cunt!
Something really, really huge up her cunt! And her legs wide apart!
And the girls standing around, looking at her open cunt! Playing with it!
Oh! Oh! The return of memory of how she comes to be here, and a wave of shame 
at how easily they had made her do this. Her cunt! So huge! What _is_ it in 
there?
She struggled to get up. The girls just laughed and pushed her back. Nor
would they let her close her legs.

B: "Well look at that. It does go all the way in!"
D: "Wow! And I didnt even have to push, she pushed down on it herself.
Isnt that amazing. Seven inches, fins and all. Huh! No wonder she makes such
a noise at night."
A: "What have you put in meee.. Oh take it out please!"
D: "No need. Look, its going to slide out all by itself. And DON'T tell me 
what to do. You are _still_ going to do just as we say. Think you're going to 
get let off just because you get off like an animal? No way!"
B: "Hey! Dont let it slide out. Listen to my idea first."
D: "What's that, B?" as she pushes the rocket firmly back with a finger tip.
A: "Ohhh...."   So huge! Fins? She said fins!
B: "How about we leave it in there while we all go to dinner? See if she can 
sit up with that in her!"
E: "Oh Wow! Yea that'll fix her, the slut. That _is_ a neat idea B."
All the girls (except A) break into wide grins and giggles. The idea seems to 
meet with unanimous approval. They all pretend to be agreeing on some innocent 
practical joke, but from the window, David and Sue can see that at least one 
of the girls (F) is turned on nearly to the point of losing control. F is now 
standing closest to the window, behind the other girls. She briefly clasps her 
crotch through her dress and rubs herself urgently, then lets go when it seems 
that another girl may notice her. 
D: "Right! OK bitch, you heard. Sit up. Sit up NOW!"
A: "But.. it.."
D: and C: "Sit up!" They all grab A by her arms and nipples and pull her up 
into a sitting position on the edge of the bed. Of course, the base of the 
rocket is kept pushed firmly into her by the bed.
A: "Ohhh..ah!" As her insides settle and adjust to the new arrangement, she 
almost falls over again from the HUGENESS of the pole within her.
Still, it isnt exactly painfull. In fact.. No! She does _not_ want to examine 
the feelings too closely. She has already put on one shamefull display for her 
cruel dorm mates, and it is _not_ going to happen again. What was that about 
'while.. to dinner'? They can't leave her here with this in her! The sisters 
would notice she was missing from the table and come look for her.
D: "Right. Now listen A. You've got about 2 minutes to get dressed for dinner.
We're all ready, but you, of course, are just sitting around naked and having 
orgasms. So put these on!"
D: Opens A's clothes drawers, rummages for a moment then pulls out three pairs 
of A's panties. A looks at them blankly.
D: "Yes, all three. And don't get up, dearie, just pull them on while you sit 
there. You don't want to lose your rocket, now do you?"
A: "You don't mean... Not, go to dinner with this in me? Oh nooo..."
C: "Hah! Yes, thats exactly what we mean. And _DON'T_ say 'oh no..' again!
C delivers two fast slaps with her open hands on A's breasts, first the left, 
then the right.
A: "Oh! OH!" She clasps her hands across her breasts, and leans forward in 
reaction, then suddenly straightens up again when the rocket reminds her of 
it's presense. So HUGE...
A: (Dazedly) "Alright.." She takes the panties and lifts her feet in to them 
one by one. Doing this without leaning forward is a bit tricky. She must lean 
back and raise her legs high, bringing her knees one at a time to her chest.
As well as once again presenting a fine display of her cunt lips tightly
stretched around the rocket, this allows the rocket to slip out of her a 
few inches till it again reaches the bed.
She ends up sitting, with the panties around her knees, and her body leaning 
back somewhat. The base of the rocket protrudes onto the bed. During the 
raising of her legs she gets to see the rocket in herself for the first time, 
and the sight surprizes her by causing a powerfull  shiver of pleasure in her 
cunt. But _no_, she will _not_ let this get to her again!
She stays like that, leaning back, looking down at the rocket base sticking 
out. She knows what is next, but is afraid to go on.
D: "Push it in with your hand, hold it there while you stand up and pull on 
your panties. Come on! Times passing. Sheesh, dont you even know how to get
dressed?"
A: "Ohh.." Again she feels the thrill ripple through her loins. Oh well.
She puts her hand to the base and pushes it in as she stands up. It goes in 
all the way with no trouble, just another of those wicked thrills, and more of 
the same SO HUGE feeling. Except.. this time the thrill seems to have taken up 
residence. Her treacherous sex is definately starting to feel undeniably good.
Pulling the panties up with her other hand, she finds that it is very 
difficult to hold the rocket perfectly still in her traitorous cunt. There!
That was definately a twitch! I dont _want_ this. Why cant I stop this 
happening? Even her hand seems to be in on the plot, giving little thrusts 
that really are'nt necessary. SO HUGE...

Still, once the panties were in place she could remove her hand.. she could 
remove her hand.. Hand! Let go! ... from the rocket. It promptly slid out an 
inch or two, till the tight material caught it.
She looked down. Her sex was hidden now, but the very obvious outline of the 
rocket base in the panties, and it's position, were extremely graphic. It 
didnt take any imagination at all to see exactly what the story was.

Suddenly, another wave of embarassment swamped her mind. This seemed even 
worse than lying on her back with her naked twat on display! It was so 
_obvious_ that she was standing there with something huge shoved up her cunt! 
How _could_ the sisters fail to notice? She couldnt do this.
She pressed her legs together and crossed her arms in front of herself to hide 
her breasts and 'the bulge'. Once more a crimson flush crept onto her face.
But oh! She finds that she can feel the rocket against the inner, upper 
parts of her thighs! Closing her legs has also pressed her labia even more 
firmly around it's thickness. Ooooch! The post orgasmic glow has completely
gone now, finished off by her shame. Now it is becoming more uncomfortable
by the moment. She moves her legs apart again. The pressure around her quim
reduces, but it seems now that she prefers the pressure there. She brings her
legs back together again, and finds that her knees are bending to allow her
hips to twist backwards, which incidentally draws the base of the rocket
between her clasping thighs, moving it within her. 'No! It does _not_ feel
good anymore!' she tells herself. She stands up straight again, quivering.
She is blushing vividly, eyes cast down.

B: "Oh come _on_, GET DRESSED! You'll make us all late." She throws A's dress 
at her from where it was lying on her bed.
A: Holding the dress uncertainly: "M.my bra..."
B: "Never mind that! Just DRESS!"
E: "Yes, hurry! Look I'll help you. I'm going to start slaping those big tits 
of yours until you get the dress on, OK? So GO!" She starts to regularly whip 
her hand back and forth, just catching the tip of A's breasts with her 
fingers. During the whole time since the girls first started on her, A's 
nipples have been more or less hard. They once again become 'more' hard
within moments under E's rapid flicking.
A: "Oh! Uh! Oh! Oh! all right! I'm doing it!" She raises the dress and begins 
to slide her arms into it. It has to go over her head, and as she raises her 
arms above her with the dress, F: cups A's tits and holds them up higher for 
E's flicks. They both laugh. A just grunts and tries harder to get the dress 
down around her. As she succeedes, E and F give up their game.
F: "There, see, its easy."
D: "Here are her tights and shoes. Arr, she'll never get these on in time! 
Come on girls, throw her on the bed again and we'll put them on her.

They push her backwards onto the bed again, and she lands sitting down.
A: "Uhhhhhh!" The rocket gets rammed solidly into her again.
They push her onto her back and lift her legs up. Together they slide her 
tights on and up to her waist. The rocket has slid out a bit again, and D 
playfully pokes it back in again as they settle the tights on her upper legs.
The other girls are quickly putting an A's shoes and tying them. Meanwhile D
watches the rocket bulge as it begins to slide out again.
A: Groans and lurches her hips a little.
D: Shakes her head. "You never stop do you A?" She shoves the rocket back in 
again, causing yet another hip lurch, and then slaps A very hard on her inner 
thigh (now covered by the tights). "Well you had better behave at the table 
now. Any silly stuff from you there, and we'll really take it out on you when 
we get back. More than we're already going to."
The tights and shoes now done, they pull A back to her feet. She makes no 
sound, but her face is the face of a girl with a large pole stuck up her cunt.
C: "Why, whats the matter A? You look like you're a little sick. Better shape 
up or the sisters might take you to the clinic for an examination, ha ha."
They all laugh at the thought, except for A, who swallows and appears to be 
trying to change her expression. She only succeeds in looking like a girl who 
really _wants_ a large pole stuck up her cunt. But then, it is a girl's 
boarding school, so that may pass as normal. She is more likely now to draw 
attention by her un-brazziered breasts, complete with nipples doing their best 
to wear holes in the fabric of her dress.

E: "Right! Time to go. Come on animal, time for your feed. Walk smartly now!"
The girls all head for the door, except for A who takes two steps then stops.
Her legs are pressed tightly together, and her eyes are closed.
C: and D: turn around and grab her by the arms and pull her along with them.
C: "Huh! Can't even walk now."
D: "Some animals just can't get their mind out from between their legs."
C: "Come on A, you'll get the hang of it."
They disappear into the corridor, still swapping jokes across A, who does 
appear to be learning to walk again.



In the bushes
-------------

David and Sue gaze into the empty room, then turn to each other. A while ago 
they had given up trying to do anything for each other's raging arousals, as 
the limited space between the window and the bushes simply did not allow any 
usefull fucking or frigging position without either missing some of the events 
inside, or risking making too much noise from bumping the bushes.
Besides, there was the camera to be operated. The film was a 36 after all.
Between prime shots, David had made do with beating his rigid cock with one
hand while fondling Sue's bum with the other. Several times he had just
managed to restrain himself from coming as he watched. 'Dammed if I'm going
to waste it on fertilizing these bloody bushes!' he'd thought.
At these moments he had gripped Sue's arse cheek tightly, which she
(correctly) took as a message about who was going to get what, the moment
events allowed.
For herself, Sue had settled on an almost motionless stance, with her panties
around her knees, her dress up around her waist, and both hands working
quietly at her cunt.
With nothing to waste, she had seen no reason to hold back from coming, and 
had several times had to bite her lip to hold back a moan as another orgasm
hit her. Of course, David had felt her tensing climaxes. She could almost see
him mentally tallying up the score, of David vs Sue, which she knew she was
going to pay for winning, later (or sooner).
David: "Right, they're gone. And so are you, my obviously satisfied good 
woman! Present me your cunt right now, or I am going to sit you on one of 
these blasted branch ends that have been sticking in my back."
"How am I supposed to tell the difference? That looks like a branch too, you
old stump." Sue laughed. She turned away from him, slipping off her panties
and bent down, opening her legs and gripping a branch at waist level in front
of her.
David had been waiting all day to get into her, and the last half hour's
events had put him right off the idea of slow and protracted fucking.
He flung her skirt further up her back, grabbed her wonderful hips, rammed 
his aching cock into her juicy cunt, and proceeded to pound away like some
reciprocating engine. This continued for several moments, with Sue gasping
softly towards her shoes and pushing her arse back and up to meet his thrusts.
Then he suddenly pulled out with a snort, and Sue felt a rush of cool air
into her cunt as the lips gaped open and up.
"Uh! What now?" said Sue.
David could see her curving rear and gaping lips well enough in the light from 
the curtain gap to see that her cunt had formed an open tunnel. He slipped 
two fingers into the opening and felt around the walls of the slippery cave 
within. "Hmmm. You've been juicing up so much all day, we could start a 
mineral water bottling company. Look at this." He pulled his fingers out, 
dripping with juice, and painted a circle on the small of her back. "Just a 
minute. A bit more friction in there would suit me better just now."
Sue giggled. "Oh, _sorry_! It's your doing you know! How can I help it when
you feel me up all day then force me to watch schoolgirl porno shows?"
David: "Hmmf. You just stay there, washerwoman." He pulls out his large
(men's size) hankerchief, and begins stuffing it into her open cunt. Sue 
shifts her position a bit, and pushes back at the pleasant feeling of the 
cloth rubbing inside her. When only a small piece of one corner is still 
protruding, David slips his fingers back inside her, and works the wadded 
cloth around in her depths. This is even better for Sue, who starts pumping 
her hips rapidly back at him. David knows what she wants, and slips his thumb 
onto the bud of her clit below the finger and cloth stuffed hole. With his 
other hand he caresses and prods at her anal ring presented so conveniently.
Sue's previous orgasms had left her satisfied then, but now she is once again 
heading up a slope to what promises to be the climax of the day.
David knows her well, and can see it coming, but has absolutely no intention 
of letting her add one more to her lead on him in the cum counts today.
He has a bone to take care of himself. This whole hankie thing was to get her 
cunt dry enough to feel like a cunt, and now he grins to himself as he decides 
that its time for Sue to pay for her selfish solo cums earlier.
He works the cloth ball around in her a little more, pushing at all the spots 
inside that he knows drive her crazy. Her clit and arse get lots of attention 
too, until he decides that she is at the level of arousal that he wants, which 
is close (but not too close) to coming again.
He then pulls his fingers out of her suddenly, taking both hands off her and
giving his throbbing dick some stroking attention. Sue gasps, almost a sob,
and thrusts her hips back even more urgently. For several moments David stands 
behind her, admiring her ripe, rounded hips humping, stroking his cock closer 
to coming, and watching the tip of his hankerchief protruding from her cunt.
He can see it jerk as her stomach muscles flex, sucking and whuffing air 
through her begging hole. As he nears the point of blowing, he grips the tip 
of the hankie, and suddenly whips it out of her. Sue gasps loudly this time, 
clenching her buttocks much too late to snap at the departed cloth, and as
she opens up to thrust back once more, David drives his pulsing cock back into 
her now only lightly lubricated cunt. "Ahhh" he says to her, "that's _much_
better." He drapes the sodden hankie over a branch, grips her hips again, and
resumes his original pistoning. Exactly as he planned, the stronger sensation 
and his nearness bring him off within moments. "Ahhhhh...ah uh uh oh yea Sue!
Ah, what a fine cunt you have. Oh baby!" He keeps stroking his still rigid rod 
into her, judging her condition of arousal carefully. She is now very close 
to coming, and he thrusts a few more times, molding her buttocks and teasing 
her anus till he is sure she is on the very brink of exploding. Then he pulls 
out of her and steps back. "Well, now we've both had plenty of fun, but my! 
Look at the time." (The clock in the dorm is showing 7:15) "If we don't hurry 
we are going to miss dinner! Come along now."
Sue had a feeling this was going to happen. Leaving her hanging is one of 
David's favourite sports, and she knows there is no use begging for relief or 
attempting to give herself the last few clit and cunt rubs she badly needs.
Whenever she tried _that_, she had paid for it severely when he had got her 
back to their playroom. She moaned deeply in her frustration, but began to 
rise from her head down position. "Oh, no, wait a second." David remembered
something else. "Stay there a tic. This hankie is too wet to put in my pocket. 
Don't want to put it in the camera bag. Can't leave it here. That leaves only
one place for it, eh?" Sue looked back over her shoulder as he picked the 
cloth off the branch, and carefully folded it in half, quarters, then rolled
it up into a short fat cylinder. A quite slippery cylinder.
"Ah.. I can't say no, can I?" panted Sue. She shook her head in resignation
for theatrical effect, yet secretly smiled. She was actually _very_ close to 
coming, and suspected that the fingering David would likely do to insert the 
roll would be all she needed. Her hips thrust back again in anticipation.
"Hmmm..." David knew she was close. Still, he liked the idea of having his 
wife walk away with him in a similar condition to that girl from the dorm...
"Shhh! Look! Someone's coming over there." He pointed toward the path beyond 
the bushes. As Sue drew in her breath and glanced that way, he quickly pinned 
her hips against his thigh with one hand, and rammed the plug into her cunt 
with the other. It slipped in easily, and he almost pushed it too far and lost 
the end. He wanted it protruding a little, not entirely inside. He let go of 
her again almost in the same movement.
"Where?.. Ahhh!" Her gasp came close on her question, and was hardly over 
before his laugh- "Hah! Got you! Now feel free to come some other time
darling. Right now we must be going though." He stoops and pulls her panties 
up from her ankles, onto her hips, then flips down her dress. "There. Ready."
Sue stands up and watches him as he lifts his trousers and buckles up.
"Ah, you and your little jokes. And when _will_ my lord allow his poor wife
a nice come, then? Any hints? Oh and by the way, there seems to be something 
fat stuck up my cunt. Perhaps you might consider telling me when I may take
that out?"
"Later, dear, later." David laughed. "Do I detect a trace of sarcasm? You know 
what I think of sarcasm. Remember last time? Well, lets go have dinner.
I wonder how that girl is enjoying hers."
"Probably stuffing herself ha ha" laughed Sue.

David takes Sue's hand and helps her squeeze through the bushes.
They walk off down the path, arm in arm towards the school's dining hall.

"Hope the pictures come out well." Mused David.
"Mmm. I can't wait. Oh, wouldnt those girls be _so_ keen to see themselves 
made famous! Do you suppose they'd do '_anything_' to keep our snaps away
from Mommy dear? Ha Ha!"
"Well, we'll see, eh? I wonder if that sort of thing happens here often?"
"No, I'd say we were just very lucky, David."
"Maybe. Anyway, after we get the hidden cameras in we'll find out soon 
enough."
"Yummy! And if not, there's lots of ways to wind them up, no? He he! I tried 
on a pair of those special knickers for the new sports uniforms, you know.
Wow! Made me feel about as hot as I am right now. They certainly remind a
girl she has a slit all right. When do I get to take this out?"
"Never. Not for years and years, anyway."
"So what are you going to do for kicks in the meantime?"
"Oh, I think I'll just have to make do with your mouth, if thats OK with you."
"Oh yes, yes, master! How hard can I bite?"
David sighs exageratedly. "Sue, you call this obedient? What _am_ I to do
with you?"
"Take me for walks with your hankie chocked in my slot?"
"That might work."
"It certainly keeps me horny!"
"Hah! Suffer! See if I care."
"You will when we make it to bed tonight."
"True..."

They walk on in silence.
Sue's gait is a little stilted. A passerby might have thought her to perhaps 
be suffering from sore feet, or maybe a strained muscle.


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