Ricky Fuld

Chapter Three.
The Finger Fucking Tournament

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By the time Ruby had been a fortnight at Cedar Pastures she had already caught the atmosphere of the place, and considered herself a well-established member of the community. In the brief space of two weeks she had learnt many things; first and foremost, that Melissa Gates High had been a mere kindergarten in comparison with the big busy world in which she now moved, and that all her standards required readjusting. Instead of being an elder pupil, with a considerable voice in the arrangement of affairs, she was now only an Intermediate, under the absolute authority of Seniors, a unit in a large army of girls, and, except from her own point of view, of no very great importance. If she wished to make any reputation for herself her claims must rest upon whether or not she could prove herself an asset to the school, either by obtaining a high place in her form, or winning distinction in the playing-fields, or among the various guilds and societies. Ruby was decidedly ambitious. She felt that she would like to gain honours and to have her name recorded on Facebook or Twitter. Dazzling dreams danced before her of BMX or aerobics colours, of guitar solos in concerts, or leading parts in the dorm orgies, even of passing exams, and - who knew? - of even graduating some time in the far future. Meanwhile, if she wished to attain to any of these desirable objects, Wank, with a capital W, must be her motto. She had been placed in IVa, and it needed all the concentration of which she was capable to keep even a moderate position in the weekly masturbation contests. Miss Dicxiesck, her form mistress, had no tolerance for slackers. She was a breezy, cheery, interesting personality, an inspiring teacher, and excellent at games, taking a prominent part in all matches or tournaments 'Mistresses versus Pupils'. Miss Dicxiesck was immensely popular amongst her girls and had a beautiful round ass. It was the fashion to admire her.

'I think the shape of her ass is just perfect!' declared Tammy Stinkovic. 'And I like that Dolly Parton bosom, although some people might say it's too big. I wish I had tits like that!'

'I wonder if it bounces naturally?' speculated Taylor Bartlett. 'They must be ever so big. Britt Patel saw her once in the shower, and said that her tits reached to her knees.'

'But Britt always exaggerates,' put in Sylvia Page. 'You may take half a yard off Britt's statements any day.'

'I think Dicksick's a sport!' agreed Tracey Schmidt.

The girls were lounging in various states of undress round the TV in their sitting-room at St. Ethelred's, in that blissful interval between preparation and supper, when nothing very intellectual was expected from them, and they might amuse themselves as they wished. Natasha, squatting on the rug, was armed with the remote, and kept changing the channels; Taylor luxuriated in the rocking-chair all to herself; while Tammy and Sylvia - a tight fit - shared the big basket-chair. In a corner three chums were coaching each other in the lyrics for a rap song, and a group collected round the stereo were deciphering the chorus of a new pop tune.

    Tammy sat for a moment, but Sylvia came over and reached down and unsnapped her jeans. Tammy pulled them down and shed her underwear. Sylvia directed her to lay down and put two pillows under her ass. Pouring oil all over her pussy, she began gently rubbing it into the folds and between the lips. Tammy gave a gently groan and trembled as the big-chested coed ran her fingers into her and out. She was hot instantly to fuck.

 Her pussy blossomed like a flower as the passion built. Finally, soaking the shaft with oil, she placed the head in Tammy's opening and began to rotate it and push gently.

 'Don't hurt me. Ohhh... It's so big. I can feel myself stretching out. That feels so good.'

 Sylvia was stroking her clit to keep her relaxed and opened up. The pressure was increased and she rolled it back and forth. Only the top third was going in. The stroking increased and Tammy's hips were lifting slightly as her rigid clit responded to the constant stimulus of the stretching skin.

 'I don't think it's going to work. Gooooood. Ohhhh. Mmmmmmm. Harder. Push a little harder.'

 The head was now half in and Sylvia pushed and stoked. Tammy was almost ready to come from all the stimulation. Her pussy was stretched further than anything she could imagine before tonight. Gripping the edge of the bed, her head was tossing back and forth as she started to loss more and control. It was beginning to hurt a little, but the pleasure was intense.

 'Ohhhh... Fuck, me. Sylvia fuck me with it. I need it sooooo bad. Fuck. Yes. Yes. YES!!!'

 She was shouting now. Sylvia reached over and stuffed her underpants into her mouth as she continued to groan and shout. The head was almost in and she leaned on the end with her hand and it popped inside her how stretched inner lips. Tammy lurched and spasmed below the waist. She was stretched beyond the breaking point, but suddenly felt no pain. This great mother of a cock was driving her crazy, her insides invaded like nothing she had ever imagined.

 Sylvia poured more oil down the shaft and pumped it into Tammy, a half inch at a time, slowly moving the bulbous head up inside her, six inches, now seven. The ribs pulled and pushed the taught wall of the vagina, every nerve reacting, giving her sensations she couldn't even figure out. 'Oh. I'm going to come. I'm coming. coming...argggghhhhhhHHHH' She screamed into the panties. Out of control, she was groaning as the passion started to drive her up toward orgasm. The orgasm she felt piling up just kept building, not releasing.

 Eight inches. Sylvia's arm twisted the shaft and pumped it smoothly in and out, in and out. Her own pussy twitched and throbbed with need to be fucked again with this great tool. 'OhhhhhHHHHHh. MMMMMmmmnnnNNNNNNn.'

 Nine inches. In, out. In, out. Each time, a little deeper. Tammy now felt as though her pussy would explode from the pressure and stretching. The nerves deep in her body were sending shock waves to her brain. Out of control, lust took her and her nerves rolled her over the top. Her breathing stopped and she shook as stars exploded in her brain. 

Ten inches. In and out. Waves of passion rippling up her belly, in seconds, she came again, a wave of white heat exploding in her brain.

Eleven inches. The head pressed into the top of her cervix and could go no further without true damage. It wiggled and moved in and out. Sylvia was amazed at how much Tammy could take.

 Another explosive orgasm. Only the now wet underwear in her mouth was holding back the shouts and groans. The smell of hot, randy pussy filled the room like the hot musk of a heavy, sweet perfume. The pace of the pumping increased and, her handing gripping Sylvia's arm in a tight grip, she grunted and came one last time, back bent and tail now completely off the bed. Sylvia seized the opportunity and slid a long oil slick finger smoothly into her asshole, rolling it up until it was rubbing the thick dong through the tissue. It increased her pleasure and she shook and trembled and blacked out. When she came to moments later, Sylvia started slowly backing the dong out until the head was at the entrance, pulling on the lips, trying to break free but trapped at the entrance, then back up inside.

 Tammy had never felt so full. In moments, the heat began to build again in her pussy and ass as Sylvia's finger rolled around and around. In less than five minutes, whimpering and crying out, she groaned wildly and came again, bucking against the hard rubber. No cock had ever done this for her. It had her in it's grip and she gave herself completely to it's assault on her cunt. She finally settled down and Sylvia helped her clean up and loaned her some underwear, which was pulled very tight across her wider hips. She left, still dazed from her experience, her pussy was tingling and stretched, a memory of a great cock still impressed on the walls of her pussy. She paused in the doorway, her face thick with lust. Sylvia said, 'I'm glad we had this little, ah, talk. Come again sometime!'

 They both smiled. Sylvia locked the door, peeled her clothes and sank the dong, still soaked with Tammy's come, deep into her pussy. As she watched Tammy walk back toward her class building, her delayed orgasm was building. She rocked in the chair and began to groan and whimper, cunt pouring cum around the thick shaft. Tammy, looked back over her shoulder and could see the girl in the window, rocking deep in the shadow of the window in the chair, unnoticeable to anyone not looking directly at her. Her own pussy tingled at the thought of that long fat dong now up Sylvia's twat. As she stared, Sylvia appeared to come, her head jerking from side to side, then back, mouth open. In spite of just having many multiple orgasms herself, as she walked up the hill, she was hot again.

'Go it, Ivana!' called Natasha to the girl who was rapping over the chorus. 'You did that no shit! St. Ethelred's ought to have a chance for the sight-reading competition. Rap that to-morrow night by all means. It'll bring the house down!'

'What's going to happen to-morrow night?' enquired Ruby, who, having removed her clothes for supper, now came into the room and joined the circle by the fire.

'A very important event, my good child,' vouchsafed Tammy Stinkovic - 'an event upon which you might almost say all the rest of the school year hangs. We call it the Finger Fucking Tournament.'

'The what?'

'I wish you wouldn't ask so many questions. I was just going to explain, if you'll give me time. The whole school meets in the Assembly Hall, and] anybody who feels she can do anything may give us a specimen of her talents, and if she passes muster she's allowed to join one of the societies - the Masturbatory, or the Pet Shagging, or the Orgy, or the French Conversational; or she may exhibit specimens if she wants to enter the Natural History or Scientific, or show some of her drawings if she's artistic.'

'What are you going to do?'

'I? Nothing at all. I hate showing off!'

'I've no 'parlour tricks' either,' yawned Tracey. 'I shall help to form the audience and do the clapping; that's the role I'm best at.'

'Old Bernice'll put you up to tips if you're yearning to go on the platform,' suggested Taylor. 'She's A 1 at recitations, reels them off no end, I can tell you. You needn't hang your head, Mollums, like a modest violet; it's a solid fact. You're the ornament of St. Ethelred's when it comes to frigging. Have you got anything fresh, by the way, for to-morrow night?'

'Well, I did learn something new during the holidays,' confessed Bernice. 'I hope you'll like it - it's rather funny. I hear there's to be a new society this term.  Fatima Wallowisz was telling me about it.'

'Oh, I know, the 'Finger Fucking'!' interrupted Tammy; 'and a jolly good idea too. It isn't everybody who has time to swat at learning parts for the Fisting. Besides, some girls can do rehearsed acting well, and are no good at improvised things, and vice versa. They want sorting out.'

'I don't understand,' said Ruby.

'Oh, bother you! You're always wanting explanations. Well, of course you know we have a Fisting Society that gets up quite elaborate plays; the members spend ages practising and studying their attitudes before the looking-glass, and they have gorgeous costumes made for them, and shaved pussies and all the rest of it - a really first-rate business. Some of the prefects thought that it was rather too formal an affair, and suggested another society for improvised acting. Nothing is to be prepared beforehand. Mrs. Schlesinger is to give a word for a charade, and the members are allowed two minutes to talk it over, and must act it right away with any costumes they can fling on out of the 'property box'. They'll be arranged in teams, and may each have five minutes for a performance. I expect it will be a scream.'

'Are you fond of fisting, Ruby?' asked Bernice.

'I just love it!'

'Then put down your name for the Finger Fucking Tournament. We haven't got a great number of volunteers from St. Ethelred's yet. Most of the girls seem to funk it. Taylor, aren't you going to try?'

Taylor shook her curls regretfully.

'I'd like to, but I know every idea I have would desert me directly I faced an audience. I'm all right with a definite part that I've got into my head, but I can't make up as I go along, and there's no point asking me. I'd only bungle and stammer, and make an utter goose of myself, and spoil the whole thing. Hallo! There's the supper bell. Come along!'

Ruby followed the others in to supper with a feeling of exhilaration. She was immensely attracted by the idea of the Finger Fucking Tournament. So far, as a new girl, she had been little noticed, and had had no opportunity of showing what she could do. She had received a hint from Bernice, on her first day, that new girls who pushed themselves forward would probably be met with snubs, so she had not tried the dildo in the sitting-room, or given any exhibition of her capabilities unasked. This, however, would be a legitimate occasion, and nobody could accuse her of trying to show off by merely entering her name in the Finger Fucking competition.

'I wish Mia would play her pussy and have a shy for the school,' she thought. 'I'll speak to her if I can catch her after supper.'

It was difficult for the sisters to find any time for private talk, but by dodging about the passage Ruby managed to waylay Mia before the latter disappeared into St. Vitus's, and propounded her suggestion.

'Oh, I couldn't!' replied Mia in horror. 'Go on the platform and play a piece? I'd die! Please don't ask me to do anything so dreadful. I don't want to join. Oh, well, yes - I'll go in for the tush-shaking competition if you like, but I'm not keen. I don't care about all these societies; my lessons are quite bad enough. I've made friends with Ginger Schnapps, and we have lovely times all to ourselves. We're pissing in bottles for the hospital. Mrs Wurlitzer has given us all her old piss-covered knickers. She's adorable! Gee, I must go, or I shall be late for our call over. Ta-ta!'

The 'Finger Fucking Tournament' was really a very important event in the school year, for upon its results would depend the placing of the various competitors in certain coveted offices. It was esteemed a great privilege to be asked to join, and to be included in the committee of the 'Fisting' marked a girl's name with a lucky star.

On the Saturday evening in question the whole school, in second-best party dresses, met in the big Assembly Hall. It was a conventional occasion, and they were received by Mrs. Schlesinger and the teachers, and responded with an elaborate politeness that was the cult of the College. For the space of three hours an extremely high-toned atmosphere prevailed, not a single obscenity offended the ear (not even 'shit', 'crap' or 'ass crack'), and everybody behaved with the dignity and courtesy demanded by such a stately ceremony. Mrs. Schlesinger, in black silk and lace panties, her bleached hair dressed high, was an imposing figure, and set a standard of cultured deportment that was copied by every girl in the room. The Cedar Pasturerers prided themselves upon their manners, and, though they might relapse in the playground or dormitory, no Court etiquette could be stricter than their code for public occasions. The hall was quite cool it had been charmingly decorated by the Seniors with autumn leaves and bunches of chrysanthemums and Michaelmas daisies. A beatbox and pots of palms stood on the platform, and the best school banner ornamented the wall. It all looked so festive that Ruby, who had been rather dreading the gathering, cheered up, and began to anticipate a pleasant evening. She shook hands composedly with the Princess, and ran the gauntlet of greetings with the other mistresses with equal credit, not an altogether easy ordeal under the watching eyes of her companions. This preliminary ceremony being finished, she thankfully slipped into a seat, and waited for the business part of the tournament to begin.

The reception of the whole school lasted some time, and the Dominatrix's hand must have ached. Her mental notes as to the quality of the handshakes she received would be publicly recorded next day from the platform, with special condemnation for the limp, fishy, or three-fingered variety on the one side, or the agonizing ring-squeezer on the other. Miss Thomas, one of the teachers, seated herself by the microphone, and the proceedings opened with a five-finger solo competition. Ten girls, in more or less acute stages of nervousness, each in turn played a one-page study, their points for which were carefully recorded by the judges, marks being given for orgasm, stroking, time, tempo, and artistic rendering. As they retired to pat down their worn-out cunts, their places were taken by more vocal candidates. In order to shorten the programme, each was allowed to frig for only three minutes, and their merits or faults were similarly recorded. Several of the Intermediates had entered for the competition. Dandelion Schwarzfarter trilled forth a squeaky orgasm in a rather quavering mezzo; Britt Patel, whose compass was contralto, poured out a guttural  groan: a trifle flat; Sugar Aristopheles raised a storm of applause by a filthy foul-mouthed rap, and received marks for style, though her voice was poor in quality; and Taylor Bartlett scored for St. Ethelred's by reaching high B with the utmost clearness and ease. The Intermediates grinned at one another with satisfaction. Even TweetyPie Woodman, the acknowledged prima donna of St. Ronald's, had never soared in public beyond A sharp. They felt that they had beaten the Seniors by half a tone.

Double fist solos were next on the list, limited to five minutes, on account of the too speedy passage of time. Here again the St. Ethelred's girls expected a triumph, for Ivana Lennox had especially narrow wrists.

The whole of Ethelred's had thrilled when allowed to view the swollen vulva exhibited by its owner with many becoming blushes, but with steadfast refusals to record tender particulars; and though Ivana's enemies were unkind enough to say that there was no evidence that Ivana had managed to get more than four fingers inside her ass, it was felt that they merely objected out of envy, and would have been only too delighted to have such luck themselves.

They all watched entranced as Ivana pummelled her pussy and ass. She had a showy execution, and it really sounded very well. The whole school knew about the dedication she showed to the task. As their champion descended from the platform, they felt that she had invested St. Ethelred's with an element of mystery and romance. But alas! one story is good until another is told, and St. Ronald's had been reserving a trump card for the occasion. Creampie Mason managed to get two fist up her ass with nothing but her wrists on display. It was quite a jolly, enthusiastic frig with plenty of swing and go about it, and the fact that it was so undoubtedly painful for sweet innocent Creampie caused poor Ivana's performance to pale before it. The clapping was tremendous. Every girl in school, with the exception of nine who had never stuffed their fingers up the ass, was determined to copy her moves and learn it for herself, and Creampie was immediately besieged with applications for a kiss or a promise of a fuck. She bore her honours calmly.

'Oh, it wasn't difficult! I was just so wet, you know. When I've time I'll do it again. Oh, I don't know about putting it on YouTube - that can wait.'

To live in the same school with a girl who could fist her ass so passionately was something! Everybody hoped they could make love with her, and felt that the reputation of Cedar Pastures would be thoroughly established in the masturbatory world.

The next item on the programme was an interval for refreshments, during which time various photos of girls fisting themselves and each other were on view, and were judged according to merit by Miss Klutzenwein and Miss Hughlins.

The second part of the evening was to be the Fisting Doubles. A good many names had been given in for the Finger Fucking competition, and these were arranged in groups of four. Each company was to be formed into random pairs to fist one another with a strict time limit. A large assortment of leather and lace lingerie and some useful articles of sexual utility were placed on the stage at the platform, and the girls were allowed only two minutes to moisten and ready their pussies and discuss their tactics.

Ruby found herself drawn with Britt Patel, Belladonna Fokker, and Poppyseed Mendoza, two of the Juniors. The four girls were paired: Britt with Belladonna and Ruby with Poppyseed.

'What can we do? I'm going to be so dry,' sighed Britt. 'Two minutes is not enough to frig.'

The Juniors said nothing, but giggled nervously. Ruby's ready cunt, however, was ready for action. She dipped her fingers deep into her vagina and cheerfully smeared vaginal juices over her schoolfriends' faces.

Britt, Belladonna, and Poppyseed admired Ruby's enthusiasm, and pleasured themselves immediately and vigorously.

When the bell rang out for the show to begin the performers marched on to the platform without any delay (which secured ten marks for promptitude). Britt had already embedded a fist in both her ass and her puss. She'd certainly began the show in authoritative fashion and demanded the full attention of the audience. Then the fun began.

'Oh Poppyseed,' said Ruby. 'I love your tiny titties and I'm going to love fisting the fuck out of them baby!'

Ruby started slapping her breasts lightly at first as she strained and struggled, her chest jutting out as she fought for air so that they bounced, and bounced with each heavy slap. She started slapping them from underneath lifting them up so that they would bounce heavily down, shuddering into place. She slapped them from the side.

Ruby watched while loved seeing them getting redder and redder as she slapped them really hard. She knew that constantly slapping them made her sore as she hit them harder. She got enormous pleasure as they slammed against each other as she winced and fought to pull them away, trying to twist her chest away from her hard strikes.

Ruby nodded while Poppyseed sobbed and gulped air as she started smacking her nipples with the tips of her fingers.

Her fingers were long and acted like little floggers on each nipple. Ruby would hit one nipple several times in a row before switching to the other one. Then she'd alternate flogging each one with her fingers. Ruby loved the smack thwack flap smack sound her fingers made on her tits. She knew her tits had to be sore. Poppyseed's face bore it out. Her eyes showed her pain as did her face which was incredibly tense.

As her vision cleared Poppyseed couldn't believe the size of her breasts they seemed so tender. Her teats burned and throbbed as he teased them. She could feel her cunt contracting around the fist rammed in it and Ruby's thumb kept circling and sweeping over her clit. She knew they were turning her on her body betraying her animal sexuality. She was losing control she could feel it. If only she could get rid of this awful pressure in her ass.

Britt pushed her face to her clit and began lapping at it. Belladonna shouted out.

'Hey this whore's gonna cum Look at her ass lift! C'mon Poppyseed you piece of shit!'

Ruby stopped her slapping and began rubbing and pulling her nipples. She shouted at one of the others.

'You! Suck and play with teats c'mon we've got the whore going. Heh, heh Poppyseed you're gonna be our fuck slave no doubt about it honey!'

The schoolgirl jumped at the chance and put her head down and her lips caught one of the tight sore nips in her mouth. Belladonna started sucking it like she was a baby. Sucking and sucking on it strong and hard.

'Bagsy!' Ruby shouted.

Poppyseed's cunt ground down on Britt's fist as she arched her back. Her clit was a tight ridged button, which she flicked and clamped her lips over sucking hard. Her ass danced and swerved as she pulled and drew on it, pulsing her hand inside her cunt tube.

Poppyseed was thrashing wildly as the schoolgirls fed from her both breasts, catching her teats lightly in their teeth. Chewing and running their tongues around them. Their hands squeezing and pulling worrying her breasts to their hungry faces squeezing and pulling and rolling them around.

Ruby inhaled, through the sweat, she could smell her arousal she wouldn't ever want to admit it but they had her and she was going to come.

She struggled and strained her mind screamed for air and them, sucking, nibbling, pulling. Her cunt ache growing and growing as she viciously fisted her clenching cunt until it was too much for her. She whimpered her mouth pressed to the plastic her eyes dimming in asphyxia. Her body wanted sexual release and her nipples were excruciating hard deep throbs of pleasure and pain shot through each young mammary. Her cunt started to squeeze tighter and tighter on Britt's fist.

Britt lifted her face from her heaving cunt 'Ruby Ruby she's there!'

Ruby grabbed the two Junior schoolgirls by the hair and wrenched them from her breasts. They slapped back her teats two fat red nubs. Milk Squirted out from each, running down the fat globes in rivulets. Britt yanked her fist out.

GULP, GULP... 'NNOOOOOOOOHH NNOOOOOHHH!!' Poppyseed wailed. Her cunt was an open hot pulsing pink tunnel. Her breasts two quivering mounds as she thrashed and wailed desperate to achieve climax. She pumped and swerved her ass. Straining and pulling on her arms and legs.

'Shit that was lucky Poppyseed, you nearly came then!' they all burst out laughing.

Poppyseed sobbed and wailed as her cunt started to twitch and her contractions waned.

Britt knelt between her legs, Ruby joined her. Britt began to lap at her clit like a dog, long wet slurps that made her stiffen and sob. Ruby looked on grinning as her body tensed and tensed her thigh muscles standing out in stark relief the cord taut holding them open. Her belly was as tight as a drum as she started to lift her ass as high as it would go.

Britt motioned with his hand. Ruby gripped the bung in her ass and fucked her butt with it, she let out a deep animal groan.

Her body as tense as it ever was going to be. Ruby suddenly yanked the bung out of her ass and she howled in shocked horror and disbelief as all the squirt gushed out of her pussy pouring down her open cleft to the floor. She went wild her twat fluttering with hard fast contractions as her belly released.

Her mind went in an explosion of white light as her orgasm ripped through her rectum spasming and clenching in time with her uterus as hot cunt juice sprayed out of her pouting pussy lips. Her body arching shuddering and snatching at her bonds as wave after wave of excruciating pleasure shot through her.

She had hardly come to when Belladonna was over her. She reached over and plucked up a pair of nipple clamps off the stage. She gripped each fat nipple and he placed the tweezers over her nipple and rammed the small rubber ring over it tightening it around her teat. She squealed as Belladonna did the same with the other. Then she yanked them viciously tight and pulling them together clipped a chain to them so that her teats were dragged together.

Poppyseed shook her head pleading as she wrapped the chain around his fist and pulled her tits taut. Ruby tensed her fist and pushed it into her still gaping sphincter. She tried to pull away but couldn't as she forced her knuckles into her slick ass hole, ramming it up into her ass. She jolted and groaned as it sank into her virgin bowels.

'Oh yeah Poppyseed I'm going to ream your tight ass out bitch! You ain't gonna forget this Poppyseed! You're our fuck toy now honey' she thrust up into her ass.

'UUUHHHHHARGGHHHH!!' she wailed as Ruby forced deeper, yanking on her chained tits.

Ruby was so racy and humorous, and threw in such amusing asides, that the audience shrieked with laughter, and were quite disappointed when the five minutes' bell put a sudden and speedy end to the interesting performance. As Ruby walked back to her seat she became well aware that she had scored. Her fellow Intermediates looked at her with a new interest, for she had brought credit to St. Ethelred's.

'Isn't she a scream?' she overheard Dandelion Schwarzfarter say to Tammy Stinkovic, and Tammy replied 'Rather! I call her a real Slack Fanny!'

Next day, after morning school was over, Jenny Neverhard, one of the prefects, tapped Ruby on the shoulder.

'We've put your name down for the Finger Fucking Society,' she said briefly. 'I suppose you want to join?'

'Rather!' replied Ruby, flushing to the roots of her hair with delight at the honour offered her.

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