Next morning I awoke, Chrissie had risen earlier, and I was alone in the dorm.
My white dress had been taken and replaced by a school uniform, folded neatly on the chair by the bed, along with a toothbrush; they thought of everything.
I began dressing. There was a note pinned to the skirt, telling me to wear the knickers I had worn yesterday, to drink a large glass of water, wait ten minutes, and then come to the classroom marked on the floorplan.
I was going to go naked as the knickers were quite messy, but I retrieved them from the floor and put them on. They were still damp from last night, and felt cold and clammy against my skin, making me shiver. The heat between my legs slowly began to warm them.
I went to the bathrooms we had been in the evening before; seeing the showers, I remembered the shafting I’d been given up against the wall, my tummy tingled with the memory.
I cleaned my teeth, then drank some water.
Then, after having a short look around the dorm, counting the vibrators on the bedside cabinets (14, of various sizes) I went, with plan in hand, in search of the classroom.
Finding it, I knocked on the door, and was bidden to enter.
Inside was Veronica, as well as Carla and Peter, whom I recognised from the party; I guessed they were teachers.
“Have you done as asked?” questioned Veronica.
"Yes, Miss,” I replied.
“Stand there.” She pointed in front of the desk.
I did so, and waited.
“Now,” began Veronica. “We would like you to become a pupil here at Wilminmoor. George is happy to meet your expenses, so do not fear on that score.”
But, I thought to myself, I was a comprehensive schoolgirl from Redruth, a poor part of Cornwall that had not recovered from the tin-mines closing in the ‘eighties; I didn’t belong in a fee-paying school for ‘young ladies’.
I was also starting to feel the need to pee.
“Miss, may I be excused?” I asked.
“Why for? Andrea,” Veronica replied.
“I need to use the bathroom, Miss.”
“I’m afraid I can’t excuse you,” she countered.
“But, Miss…”
“No Andrea, stand there until told otherwise.”
I stood still, but felt the desire to pee turning into a need to pee, soon after that, an urgent need to pee. I started to squirm my hips and press my thighs together, neither gave much relief.
Peter looked to Carla. “Take her wrists, Miss James,” he said.
She complied, holding them behind me with one hand.
She took hold of the hem of my skirt with the other hand, raising it high, so my panties, and an inch or two of my tummy, were fully visible above the waistband.
“Please,” I pleaded, “I need to go, really badly!”
My squirming was having no effect, with my hands restrained, I could not even press my Venus mound to ease the burning pain.
By now, Peter was kneeling in front of me, his face nearly touching the front of my white knickers.
“Ohh,” I groaned, I was close to having to let go. “Oh, I – I must!”
I relented, and felt the relief as the flow spurted from my urethra, instantly wetting my knickers. Pee ran down each side of the gusset and down my legs, wetting my knee-length school socks, and making a small puddle on the woodblock floor between my feet.
I felt myself turning bright red.
The wetness rose by osmosis up both the front and back of my panties; Peter licked the material at the front, making a ‘yummy’ sound as he did so.
“Lay her on the desk,” he said to Carla.
She tugged sideways and pushed me back to sit on the desk.
“Lay her back,” Peter commanded.
Pulled forcefully by Carla, I was pushed flat onto my back.
Peter began to strip; as he undressed, Veronica pulled my skirt back up above my waist. Carla released my hands and moved around the desk to pull off my knickers, giving them to Peter, now naked, who pressed the gusset to his mouth, sucking the wetness of my pee, and my pussy juice, that had soaked them yesterday evening.
As Chrissie had fucked me with the vibrator while I wore them, they were very pungent with my fluids.
“Oh delicious, delicious girl,” he exclaimed, taking my taste into his mouth.
I could see he was very hard.
I was expecting to be fucked, and was getting eager to have that happen. The embarrassment of wetting myself had quickly dissipated, due to the actions of the others; abashment was replaced by getting very randy, what with having my knickers unceremoniously pulled off, and seeing Peter sucking them, and his cock getting bigger and thicker; His being so turned on turned me on.
Before he took his reward inside me, he bent to my legs, glistening where my pee had run down them, and pushed them apart; Veronica and Carla took one each, pulling them up, raising my bottom off the desk by several inches.
Peter put some textbooks under my bottom, and then they let me down to rest onto them, so my hips were higher than my torso; I gripped the sides of the desk and awaited my fate.
The women continued to hold my legs up, spread wide apart.
Securely held in this position, Peter began to lick my legs, starting with the right, working from my ankle to my sex, then, parting my flowering labia wide with his fingers, he licked and sucked the lips, from back to front, paying extra attention to my urethra hole, before working down the left thigh, kissing my knee, over my sock to my ankle, and then to my toes, encased in the wet fabric.
After this, he took my knickers, and, by stretching one leg hole, he pulled them over my head, so that the right leg hole was under my chin, around my throat. He then pulled the waistband over the top of my head, so the knickers were sideways on my face, and the front over my nose; my left eye covered by the panties, I could only see properly now through my right eye.
The soaked gusset pressed tight to my mouth, and all I could smell was the scent of my pussy and pee, I felt a frisson of heightened sexual desire in my tummy.
“Lick, Andrea, suck them, taste yourself,” said Peter, gently pressing the fabric into my mouth.
I complied, sucking at the material, tasting myself, my skin tingled.
With the front of the panties over my nose, the wet material hampered my breathing. I took in the scent with deep inhalations, which added to my arousal, my cunt oozed its juice.
By now, I was very wet.
“That’s right, Andrea,” he said. “But you were a naughty girl. You understand, you must be reprimanded for wetting yourself!”
I nodded, “Mm, Sir,” I managed to mumble through the fabric. I’d had no choice but to wet myself!
Carla, Miss James to me now, moved around the desk, taking my wrists again, she held them above my head, securing my arms so I could not move them.
Veronica and Peter lifted my bottom, and took the books from under me, and pushed my skirt up, so it was inside out.
Veronica parted my thighs further, and Peter moved between them, he fingered me for a short time, pulling the juice from my soaking cunnie and smearing it around my vulva and inner thighs, which were still damp from my peeing myself and from his licking of me.
Once satisfied that I was ready, he introduced his cock’s head to my slippery entrance. He pushed, and my body gratefully yielded to his pressure. The wide head of his tool eased into my soaked opening, and he slid, inch by inch, inside me.
My cunt gripped him eagerly at first, then my muscles relaxed, and my pussy stretched as he filled me.
“Mmm, Andrea, you feel lovely and tight,” he exhaled. “And so wet,” he added, as he pressed his dart deeper inside my body.
Fully inside me now, he stroked my Venus mound, pushing against the soft and pliable flesh with his palm, with his little finger pressed into my belly button, which was visible below my skirt’s waistband.
He kept himself planted deep inside me, as he stroked, and carefully explored my lower frame and legs, my inner thighs, waist, knees, and ankles, to my feet and toes, then back up, to slide a hand under my bottom, and squeeze it.
“Mmm, beautiful,” he uttered, his eyes darting all over me, I could see with my uncovered eye, his drinking in the sight of my young female form; fully available for him to quench his desires.
Bending forward he kissed my mouth over the knickers, and he let out a gasp of pleasure.
Looking back to Veronica, he exclaimed, “Oh, Veronica. She’s delightful!”
His cock still planted, throbbing and twitching, but otherwise unmoving inside me; he loosened my school tie and pushed it to one side, he then tenderly unbuttoned my blouse, pulling it from the waistband of my skirt, and spread it open to show my bra, which he pushed up above my small tits, showing my nipples, hard as diamonds, pointing up.
I was trying to prevent myself from riding him, knowing submission and yielding were required, but my body was doing its best to do what came naturally to it, and my cunnie gave involuntary jerks, desperate to feel the friction of his tool fucking me.
He could feel my urge, and smiled, “Patience child, I’m nearly ready, Andrea,” he said,” But I want everything to be correct before I get down to fucking you.”
The word fucking sounded so, well, there is no other word for it, fucking sexy, I nearly came, and I bit my bottom lip to try to stop myself from thrusting my hips against him, like the little slut I was.
He carefully folded my skirt back on itself a few times, so my tummy was still uncovered, but with my tits still showing above it.
This was a routine to heighten his pleasure; the act of fucking me might not be the most important part for him, my yielding availability, submission, vulnerability, and my youth, were the peccadillo. I had to let the drama happen, to embrace it.
This was torture, though, the heightened arousal made me breathe ever more deeply, and the scents of my sex and pee filled my nostrils, making me even hornier, my cunt was soaking and was sucking his tool involuntarily.
Then, after what seemed an eternity, he went to work.
Veronica aided by standing behind him, and pushed my feet up and apart, placing my feet against the front of his shoulders, so I could brace against them.
My knees were pushed up against my chest.
He took firm hold of my hips - and started to fuck me.
Did he fuck me! He pile-drove his weapon into me at such speed, like a rabbit bucking, after the tenderness of just seconds before it was shocking, and my eyes, at least my right one, showed it by widening, and my mouth gaped open.
The force of his thrusting made me gasp, and, as my face was closeted by wet cotton panties, my breathing was hampered; my cunnie tightened around him as I came.
A huge wave of relief from suppressed desire washed over me, and I squirmed hard against his rough invasion.
“Oh yes, my girl, my good girl!” he exclaimed as he watched me, “You tighten so nicely when you cum, Andrea!”
My head swam from the force of my orgasm, and with each new climax, my cervix dipped rapidly against the head of his thrusting weapon.
He absolutely fucked the cunt off me, bang, bang, bang, he rooted violently into me, his hips and balls whacked into my soft flesh around my bottom and backs of my thighs, thrusting the air out of my lungs, the pressure was such that it made me yelp with each thrust, guttural ufh-ing noises.