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Lydia Playfoot's Ring Thing
By Anonymous (address withheld)
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This is a fictional story about a teenage student -
Lydia Playfoot. She is a religious fanatic who hates
Sex, Muslims, Gays and Lesbians. But she has gone too
far in her actions and views - its up to the Lesbian
Prefects to sort her out! (FF-teens, nc, 1st-lesbian-
expr, voy, mast, oral, anal, religion)
***
For Lydia Playfoot is was an important day. The student
from Millais Girls' School in Horsham, West Sussex in
England had gone to court. But she hadn't broken the
law. She took her school to court for being ordered to
remove her Christian chastity ring. The school rules
were clear – no rings due to concerns about safety
issues.
Lydia wore her ring in defiance and was dully punished
by the school, as they would any pupil who refused to
obey school rules. Her case under the Human Rights act
had won support from bishops and politicians. She and
her father, a fundamentalist minister, had raised the
£20,000 to fight the case. Thus the case took place,
and all she and her supporters had to do was wait six
weeks for the important judgement.
Not everyone was delighted at her stand. Teaching staff
had to give up time to present the school's case. Money
and resources from the school was being diverted to
defend their right to set their own rules. The case
cost the school, i.e. local tax-payers, some £40,000 –
more than a teacher's annual salary.
Her own very small group of friends saw Lydia as a
heroine. A few others saw her as rebel and thus someone
to have some respect for. For most pupils from the
school, however, she was an embarrassment. Her comments
about favouritism towards Muslim students had caused
bad feelings. She was always going on about her
virginity and her faith. She would at any opportunity
share her judgmental views on homosexuality and immoral
people who had sex outside of marriage.
It was her hurtful comments about lesbians and gays,
which had offended some of her piers. Many of her
fellow pupils were coming to terms with their own
sexuality and dabbling in both straight and lesbian
liaisons. Others had friends or family members who were
gay or lesbian.
It was three of the school prefects who took it on
themselves to teach this prudish and annoying teenager
a lesson. Lydia Playfoot was not stupid but neither
were they. Only the brightest pupils generally became
prefects. Thus they would have to come up with a plan.
Eventually the time was right to put their plan into
action.
'Hi Lydia' said Monica West, the eldest prefect.
Lydia looked up and smiled.
'We have a great amount of respect for you and your
principles..' she continued.
Lydia was pleased to hear her comments. She had
misjudged them. She had wrongly thought that they would
be loyal to the head teacher.
'We wondered if you could spare a few moments after
school to help us...' continued the prefect, flicking
back her long blonde hair.
She then explained that they were making a new health
drink to be sold at break time. They had experimented
with many fruit juices and now thought they had a
perfect drink.
Lydia was pleased to hear this. A tasty natural drink
might make some of the pupils realise that alcohol was
not the only beverage.
Thus she happily went to find them in the technology
room after school. Once there they showed her through
to the prep room where the technicians usually worked.
'We have been permitted to use this room...' explained
Alison Geer, a pupil from her own class, with dark
short hair and piercing hazel eyes.
Lydia was again put at ease as normally they were not
permitted in the prep rooms. She would not have so much
at ease had she know that the third prefect Martha
Hews, had locked the classroom door. Martha was the
last to join them. Lydia looked on as Martha tied back
her long cork-screw dark hair and Monica followed suit.
Alison reached into the fridge and took out and pitcher
of dark orange liquid. She then reached inside again
and took out another pitcher, which was darker in
colour.
Lydia was soon engaged in conversation with Monica and
Martha about the court case and took the glass of
liquid with out much thought. It had been a hot sticky
July day and she was grateful for a drink. The three
other young ladies sipped at their drinks, whilst Lydia
gulped it down.
Alison quickly refilled her glass. The second glassful
was soon drunk by Lydia. She then felt slightly light-
headed. She was reminded of a rough trip of a ferry to
France and how she had felt. She steadied herself by
grasping the edge of the white bench.
As her legs gave way she slipped down onto the floor.
The three prefects looked down on the crumpled heap
before them. Her bottle-green shirt rested just above
her knees, revealing her long green socks. Her long
lank hair covered her face. Her empty glass then rolled
out of her hand.
'That was easier than I thought it would be!' exclaimed
Monica.
'I don't know what you got from that dealer cousin of
yours...but it certainly worked on Miss Virgin 2007...'
joked Martha as she addressed Alison.
Alison and Monica looked at Martha. As it was her that
had been so forthright in what she would like to do to
Miss Playfoot.
'Time to get naked!' announced Martha.
Her two friends looked on in amazement as the
outrageous Martha, known for her eccentric behaviour,
surpassed even herself.
Her open-necked cream-coloured, short-sleeved blouse
was quickly unfastened and flung across the small room
followed by her white bra. She stood there briefly
cupping her 34b breasts and pulling a funny face before
undoing her bottle-green skirt. It fell to the floor
and she kicked off her shoes. She wasted no time in
pulling off her green socks. Finally she turned her
back on her tow fellow prefects and slipped down her
blue flowery knickers. Now naked she turned and faced
them – hands on head.
'What do you think?' she said wriggling her slender
hips and thrusting forward her shaved pubis.
'Very nice!' Commented Monica with a red glow on her
face.
Alison was giggling too much to say anything.
'Come on, don't be virgin prudes...' said Martha.
'I've seen you almost naked at sleepovers...now is the
time to... get naked! She continued.
Both of her friends gave out a nervous giggle. Thoughts
when through there heads about getting caught. But they
knew the chances were slight. The thrill of doing
something naughty thrilled them. Being prefects they
were almost beyond suspicion and trusted.
It was Monica who led the way and started to slowly
undo her green skirt. Alison then followed her example.
Martha encouraged them to strip giving them words of
encouragement and making obscene comments. Monica was
the first to get down to just her black shoes, white
ankle socks and white underwear.
Martha quickly walked behind her and started to
unfasten her bra. Monica did nothing to prevent her.
Her 34c breasts feel free from the bra's confines. Next
she kicked off her shoes and pulled off her angle
socks. As she glanced around she noticed Alison's bra
coming off showing her small but perfectly formed 30b
chest. In a few moment she too was completely naked.
Martha made jokey comments about Alison's generous
amount of dark pubes and Monica's landing strip of
blonde public hair. Monica and Alison felt a little
uneasy about being naked and didn't know where to put
their hands. Martha didn't seem to be at bothered. She
freely waved her arms around, cupped her breasts and
grabbed her buttock cheeks in an erotic display.
'Seems a bit unfair that our quest is still clothed!'
Martha commended.
'Time to see what the virgin has got!' she continued
walking towards the crumpled teenager.
Lydia was manoeuvred onto her back with Martha giving
the instructions.
'Let's see her tits!' announced Martha.
With that she started undoing her blouse. With help
from her two friends they soon managed to undo and
remove the cream top. Her boring white bra would now
have to go. They pushed her forward into a sitting
position and Martha undid the clasp. The bra fell open
and they lowered her back to the floor.
Martha than took great pleasure in pulling off the bra.
They looked down on her breasts as they lay flat on her
chest. Once again she was sat up ..... now they could
see. Her breasts were full and a good 36b and Martha
commented on her '.. nice pink nipples...'
She was then laid back down and the job of removing her
shoes and long green socks commenced. Soon they were
out of the way. Six eager hands hurriedly pulled her
skirt from her. All that now remained between the
virgin Lydia Playfoot and her cruel captors where her
sensible white knickers.
It was Alison who was given the special job of easing
them down her dark-skinned soft legs. As she did so,
Lydia's generous amount of dark public hair sprung into
view!
'It's like a forest in there!' quipped Martha.
'No man is going to get in her without a machete,' she
continued.
They all laughed as the underwear travelled down her
legs before being pulled from her feet and cast aside.
'Party time!' announced Martha cupping her breasts once
again and then giving her erect nipples a tweak.
Alison and Monica knew of Martha's lesbian tendencies.
They talked freely about each other's feelings. Both
Alison and Monica had been intimate with boys and girls
but their experience was limited. Martha on the other
hand had tried just about everything.
Thus is was that Alison and Monica embraced each other
sharing the occasion kiss. Occasionally they observed
Martha as she played with Lydia's virgin body. Martha
was gently at first. Kissing her bare breasts, gently
sucking her nipples, caressing her trunk and legs. But
soon her passions were raised and it was not long
before Lydia's legs were wide open and Martha's tongue
entered her pink and tight orifice. Her tongue then
slipped across her peritoneum and its tip touched the
ring of her anus.
For a brief moment she wondered what to do. Return her
tongue to the juicy pussy or do something she had never
done before. She made her decision - and commended
rimming Lydia's tight anus. She had experienced the
pleasure a few months earlier from the mouth of single
mum neighbour. From the moaning of Lydia she seemed to
be liking the sensation. Thus it was a different ring
that was giving the young religious woman pleasure,
After some time Martha had to stop to catch her breath.
She then guided her finger into the moist pussy which
glistened before her. Once dilated two fingers were
slipped rhythmically inside of her victim.
Martha continued her assault until she heard the
familiar gasping. The unconscious former virgin came.
Martha then slipped her moist fingers inside herself
and soon climaxed.
She offered her two fellow prefects the opportunity of
fingering the naked teen. They declined and continued
pleasuring each other. For the first time Alison
permitted Monica's finger to enter her. A few moments
later the favour was returned. All three young ladies
were satisfied... but what should they now do with
Lydia?
They answer was simple. Dress her in a dishevelled way
and leave her with some empty bottles in the cloakroom.
There was however, one final thing they did. They
removed her chastity ring and Martha slipped it inside
the poor girl's knickers!
Thus it was that the drunk and hangover Lydia Playfoot
was found later that evening. She left the school much
to everyone's relief.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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