“I think now’s a good time to take a break,” announced Chrissie.

My tongue certainly needed some respite. I was released from my shackles and allowed to get up, with some assistance, as I had been in the same position for goodness knows how long. Helen and Nicola took an arm each, and raised me, like Dracula raising his latest conquest from her deathbed.

I looked at the clock in the hall as I walked unsteadily to the bathroom with Helen, I had left Veronica’s room at about eleven, it was after three now!

Several girls had already cleaned themselves up, so I shared the showers with only Helen and Chrissie; Nicola joined us soon after.

“You did good,” said Chrissie as she stood under the cascading water, soaping herself.

“I’ll second that,” said Helen. “A beautiful touch too, even when she was being royally fucked,” she added.

“Of course, we’re not finished yet!” Chrissie dropped the comment and then left the showers.

“Um, not finished?” I looked at Helen.

“Well…” she considered her words, “I suppose it doesn’t matter, you’re not going to run away, are you!”

“So, more of the same?” I pressed her, “Am I to be used all evening, and night? Is it going to end? Are you going to wear me out: death by cunnilingus?”

“I’m sure we’d succumb first, Andrea,” she replied, smiling. “Let’s just say that Nicola wasn’t the ‘treat’ we mentioned, though we knew you had been to primary school together.”

With that, she gave me a passionate kiss, a stroke between my legs, that traced up my body to my lips, and withdrew from the shower to dry herself, leaving Nicky, who was washing her hair, and I, with my thoughts; what ‘treat’ had they in store for me?

Nicola blushed, “I’ve never been a treat before,” she said, with shampoo running down her cheeks.

We embraced, pulling each other close, our bodies pressed tightly, I felt her nipples, hard and erect, against the underside of my tits. I was slightly taller, I had long legs, but a shorter body. Sliding hands down to each other’s bottoms, squeezing and kneading, each pulling the other closer, our pelvises ground together, and we kissed, slipping tongues into mouths; our first proper kiss.

After showering and making toilette, Nicky and I returned to the dorm; I was ravenously hungry. Debs was dressed and had waited for us, most of the others had descended to the kitchen.

“Come on,” she said, taking my hand, “get dressed, and we’ll get some lunch.”

Grabbing my clothes, I dressed, and together we went in search of food.

We entered the kitchen, as there were no staff in at that hour, besides which it was half term week, so a skeleton staff was looking after the place, and us.

We had the run of it and spent time examining the various treats. I found enough to make a sandwich, a packet of my favourite; ready-salted crisps. J’adore! I poured a glass of Coke, sat down, and began to eat, Nicky joined me.

“I can’t believe you’re here,” I started, “of all the schools!”

She smiled, “I didn’t want to leave you, we had a great friendship, didn’t we?”

She took a bite of her sandwich. “I loved you,” she whispered.

“It’s us back together, now—isn't it?” she added, questioning me.

I was, as you know, dear reader, unsure as to my becoming a girls’ school pupil.

“Well, I wasn’t really…” my answer trailed away.

“Oh, please, do say you’ll come here!” She looked into my eyes and said, "We can be together and do whatever we like, together. I never forgot you.” Her request was not to be denied.

“I never forgot you either,” I replied, I had thought about her always, and I loved her too or lusted after her, is probably the better phrase, fingering myself in bed at night, imagining her and I, in many situations. Imagining what I had now experienced, licking her wet pussy, making her cum.

Leaving it at that, we took our luncheon.

About an hour later, Chrissie, who had gone out a short time earlier, announces the resumption of initiation.

“Back to the bed, teen slut,” she demanded, “part two is beginning girls!

“With that nice treat to come too,” she added.

I was marched back upstairs, to the dorm, the bed had been remade; and the shackles were ready.

I was again stripped, and bundled onto the bed, and then cuffed.

Back to square one, I thought to myself.

“Whoever’s not had the pleasure of Andrea’s tongue, please line up.”

Four girls walked forward.

“What if we’d like seconds, Chrissie!” piped up Debs.

“Or thirds,” interjected Helen.

“We’ll see how her tongue holds up,” Chrissie replied, with a smirk, “we can keep her here like this all week, the term doesn’t start until next Monday.”

The four girls who were in line began to undress, I watched as they became naked, one lithe, two larger girls and another of average size; my cunnie tingled, I licked my lips, it seemed they had a lot more work to do.

The one blonde, medium build and height, with a neat muff of darker blonde, came to the side of the bed, “I’m Alice,” she said.

“Pleased to meet you,” I replied, “no one else has introduced themselves so formally before mounting my face and rubbing their pussy all over it!

“A well-bred girl indeed,” I added.

“I don’t know how else to start,” she whispered, “I want you to know who you’re eating.”

With that, she climbed onto the bed, straddling me, giving me a full view of her underparts, a dark pink anus, moist labia lips, pouting open, ready to be consumed.

I raised my arms so she could slide her legs under them, and reaching down, she opened herself, parting her labia to then settle onto my eager mouth.

I took hold of her hips and whipped my tongue along her entrance, from front to back, easing it into the fold, her juice flowed, and I tasted her flavour; rich and pungent, making me exude wetness from my sex.

As I ate her, hands were again at work between my legs, several pairs, fingers worming around, and into my juicy hole, working around my clitoris, parting the folds of my camel toe, squeezing my thighs and parting them wide.

I continued my task, eating Alice. She rubbed and pressed herself against my invading tongue, using a couple of fingers to masturbate her own clit. Someone else slid fingers down behind her, finding her entrance and slipping a finger inside as I licked and nibbled her labia.

I ate her greedily, enjoying the taste and wetness, my tongue slurping as I lapped at her, the finger inside pulling more of her juice from her hole to feed me.

Alice’s climax came quite rapidly, grinding herself against my face as she brought herself off, a cascade of her creamy love juice flowed, and I drank from her cup.

As this went on, my own pussy was receiving attention and invasion. Something was being rubbed around my entrance, a dildo, I assumed. Then I felt my hips being lifted vertically and something placed under them, dropping me down so my hips were raised high.

I discovered when Alice dismounted me.

It was a bolt of towels, and I could see the reason for my position, Helen was wearing the strap-on, and my bottom raised meant she could kneel on the bed, legs on either side of the tower of towels, and fuck me, in a sort of half crab, reverse doggy style. I could also still give cunnilingus.

It was difficult to see too much, as my shoulders took my weight, I couldn’t lift my head, but I could watch Helen, head tilted down, concentrating, as she bent over me. Holding the dildo down, she inserted it between my labia, lodging it in my entrance, and then moving forward, pushing into me. Due to my hips and cunt pointing upwards, the tool pressed hard against the front of my tunnel, and she needed to hold it pointing down to allow its entry.

As she pushed in, she leant further over me, and planted a kiss on my lips, letting her weight be taken by the dildo. It slid into me. I felt it fill me, expanding me.

Happy she was secure inside me, Helen took hold of my hips, sat back so she was vertical, and began to bang me. I grunted with the force being imparted, but had little time to take stock, as my next receiver of cunnilingus was mounting the bedhead.

It was one of the larger girls. I saw the folds of her thick labia hanging down, glistening and wet with her arousal, brushing my lips and nose, as she carefully lowered herself to me.

She sat back, squashing her sex against my face, I took her labia in my mouth and sucked them, licking between them with my tongue. The squelching of her juice as it exuded from her was so erotic.

I held her hips and guided her backwards so I could work on her diamond-hard clit, and I heard her groans as the pleasure engulfed her when I reached that part.

She, in turn, reached down and played with my left nipple with one hand, and my clit with the other, pinching and rubbing respectively, in time to my licking of her pleasure button. She increased the rate of rubbing, which instructed me to do the same; I did so, and she rocked against me, tightly, her fingers rapidly working against my clit and nipple.

Her clity protruded nicely, so I could easily take it fully into my mouth. Sucking the hard bulb.

She came.

I felt her bend to my sex. My position, with hips raised high, meant my clit was fully available, and quite easy for her to lick while Helen screwed me.

A deep groan emitted from her as her tongue stroked me there, I could feel it vibrate through her body, she squirmed hard against me, her juice running, the viscous fluid foaming over my face. I kept her clit in my mouth, sucking, but with less urgency, allowing her, grinding her hips, to take pleasure from me, and reciprocate as she wanted.

She was very tasty, her muff was saturated with her juice, and her size meant I was enveloped by her, and her scent, as I had been with Miss James. This turned me on massively, and, what with her licking my clit so expertly, and fondling my titties; added to the shafting Helen was giving to me, I was cumming quite profusely.

My hips, held securely by Helen, bucked as the orgasms crashed through me. I felt more hands, and fingers sliding and stroking me all over. Both breasts, tummy, under my bottom; my thighs pulled further apart.

I was desperate to pull my legs up, to wrap them around Helen as she screwed me, but the cuffs prevented me.

As she had me in this position, the dildo would get wedged in my tunnel as she pushed in; the rubber bending, then springing forward, and thrusting deeply with great speed to bash against my climaxing cervix.

This cum was knocking the wind out of me, and I was thankful when my lover eventually climbed off my face, giving me some air. She bent to my face and kissed me passionately, her tongue slipping into my mouth.

“That was amazing, you ate me so nicely,” she whispered.

“You... too,” I replied, between thrusts of the dildo.

“Sixty-Nining just makes me cum, I adore eating and being eaten,” she continued.

Highly aroused teenage girls were all around me, hands stroking, fingers worming all around my cumming body, and one another’s. My skin was slick with perspiration and pussy juice, allowing fingers to slide into any part of me of their choosing, which they did.

Helen continued to bang me. Kirsty had taken hold of the dildo and guided it, so it pressed into me more easily.

The squelching sound of my cunts’ invasion was so loud, and so erotic, making my juice flow more profusely.

More fingers were pushed inside me, alongside the stiff tool. Yet more fingers worked on my clit, sometimes rubbing hard, other times gently, tenderly stroking, slipping off the wet button constantly as I was soaking and slippery, juice trickled down my camel toe, pooling in my belly button.

My cum continued in a stream of peeks, it was so all-encompassing, I jerked and writhed, groaning and gasping, whining, as they tortured me with pleasure.

I knew I still had at least two more rounds of licking to provide. My face was soaked, girls’ pussy juice all over my cheeks, running down my neck; I wasn’t sure I could go any further, I felt spent.

I looked around dreamily at all the faces crowding in on me, smiling, licking their lips, enjoying the spectacle.

Nicky appeared to my left, she pressed her lips to mine, tasting the cum of the other girls, her tongue slipped into my mouth.

“Mm, you taste divine,” she whispered, “do you think you can take any more?”

“I don’t know,” I hissed, “My tongue’s numb…"

“Uffh!”

I gave out a gasp as the dildo was thrust in particularly forcefully.

Nicola withdrew.

She came back with an odd-looking dildo, proceeding to put it over my head and strap it so the shaft was over my mouth. A short protrusion at the base opened my mouth, I could grip it with my teeth.

“This’ll save your tongue,” she said, as she secured it with the straps.

Next receiver!

The penultimate girl climbed onto the bed. The slimmer one, sat on me, facing the bed head, leaning back against my torso and thighs, her bum cheeks pressing my tits and nipples. Spreading her legs wider apart, she slid down, guiding the dildo to her entrance with her right hand, and opening herself with her left.

I had a close-up view, looking down my nose as the tip parted her labia. I felt the pressure against my mouth and lips as her body slowly yielded to its penetration. I heard the squelch of her pussy as the toy pushed into her, the scent of her as she raised herself, as it withdrew, seeing her juice, shining wet along the length of the black tool as it came out of her.

My pussy was still being reamed by Helen, although she had slowed the pace significantly; she was tiring too; I was glad of the easing of the pace, my orgasm had subsided, and I could concentrate on my other lovers’ pleasure.

The girl riding the dildo was now taking the whole length into herself, her soft dark muff brushed my lips and nose as she pressed down fully onto it.

I had a wonderful view as her inner labia, gripping the shaft, extended outwards while she raised herself to the bulbous head, then slipped back between her outer lips as she pressed down, taking the weapon inside. The V at the front, where her labia met, pointed to her clitoris, erect between the folds of her clitoral hood.

She was beautiful. Looking up, between her small breasts, watching her, looking down at me, eyes half closed, arching her back and leaning against me as the feelings of sexual pleasure moved through her. Her bum cheeks crushed my tits and massaging them up and down as she rode the dildo.

Her mouth was open, pinching her tongue between her teeth, her face grimacing with the orgasm she was experiencing.

Girls on either side of us rubbed and pinched her nipples, Nicola bent to her left nipple and took it in her mouth. Taking the lead, another, the girl I’d last pleasured, moved to the right and sucked that titty too; slipping a hand down to the others’ sex, she frigged her, bringing her off harder, as she tightly pressed down onto the tool with a gasp, and a groaning sigh as she breathed out.

Impaled fully, she squirmed, and rocked on the dildo, her juice exuding from her, down the hard, black rubber, and onto my lips. The fingers that were rubbing her clit were now still, pressing the button up against her pubic bone.

I felt the dildo inside me had stopped, and the bed rocked as Helen had dismounted, leaving the tool inside me. I couldn’t see what was happening to me, I only felt movements and touching of my skin. Another took her place as I felt the dildo being manipulated; someone was strapping it on.

As this was happening, the girl on my face withdrew herself from the weapon she had been riding and climbed off the bed. I felt the strap-on withdraw from me, and then push back in.

I could see who was now taking me with the strap-on, Chrissie.

“Hey, teen slut,” she spoke, and licked her lips, “my turn to fuck you again.”

Taking my hips firmly, she pulled me onto the invader, her pubic mound thrust the base of the dildo against my soft underparts, making me grunt.

“Oh, yeah!” she hissed. “I’m gonna do you good, Andrea.”

“Mmmh,” was all I could utter.

The next, last in line of the four, was mounting the bed, facing Chrissie, to take her place on the dildo.

It was the other large girl. Aware of her size, she was careful as she hovered over me, her weight bouncing on the bed as she moved. Taking the tool in one hand, and opening herself with the other, placed it between her labia. I took the shaft with one hand and helped her to guide it straight. She lowered herself and it pressed into her sex.

I released my grip as the weapon entered her and watched her fleshy bottom and thick thighs descend to my face.

Her flesh enveloped me, her weight, which was about the same as the other larger girl I had eaten a few minutes before, pushed the dildo hard against my mouth, and my head deeply into the mattress. Her scent filled my nostrils and the sticky sound of her wet cunnie, as it took the tool into itself, filled my ears.

I reached up and held her ample thighs, feeling the yielding softness of her flesh as I squeezed them, working my hands further around and up to the tops, and feeling the roll of her tummy covering her Venus mound, having to worm my fingers and thumb under it to find her muff, and then between the folds of her outer lips, to her clit, where I began to rub the button with my right thumb, in a circular motion, pressing and squeezing her inner left thigh and outer labia with my other hand.

She squirmed against the dildo, fully inside, then raised herself, me, gripping the part of the dildo in my mouth with my teeth, feeling the suction of her cunt, trying to pull it away from me. The slurp of her wetness.

I gazed at her underparts, coming into focus as she moved upwards a few inches; being too close to see clearly when she was pressed down. Her tight anus, her labia, stretched around the black rubber she was impaled on, her wide bum cheeks dimpled and wobbling, then pushing back down onto the invader, taking it into herself, down, so I could no longer see, just feel her, taste her, and smell her sex.

I kept rubbing her clit, the hard nub, wet with her arousal, slipping from my pressure, which as I knew myself was a massive turn-on when it happened to me. That was a huge part of sexual enjoyment for me, with another girl, or girls, knowing the feelings she was having from my touch, it could make me cum just thinking about it.

Chrissie was taking her desire out on my body. She rammed me, the bolt of towels I had been balanced upon had been scattered, my hips were still above the bed, now resting on Chrissie’s legs, her, kneeling between my legs, her thighs under my bum, hands on my hips, roughly pulling me onto the strap-on, not deeply, but hard. I could feel other hands behind my knees, at the tops of my calves, pulling, jerking my whole body down the bed, helping Chrissie in her task.

The girl on my face rode the dildo as I rubbed her clit. She took my hand and held it, I understood, and stopped my rubbing. She slowed her motion, taking the dildo inside more gently as she reached a plateau in her enjoyment, riding it like it was her lover’s cock, as she looked down to his imagined face, seeing his want for her in his open mouth, his eyes, half closed. Imagining what his cock was feeling inside her.

I moved my hand from hers and took a firm grip on her hips with both hands, my thumbs pressing into the warm, soft flesh under her bottom.

I lifted like her pretend man would, to control her motion, she took the instruction and let me. It was difficult as Chrissie and her entourage were banging my lower half at a higher speed and I had to concentrate on my task or I would speed up my movement, plus the bed rocked with their bouncing.

My lover was most obedient and took her instruction perfectly, her cunnie slurped as it took in, then released, the dildo, her juice was flowing, and the foaming liquid was all around my mouth, nose, and chin. The heat from her was quite stifling and I was having trouble breathing now. I needed to finish her off, so began to speed up my instructive lifting.

Pushing up further and quicker, pulling down harder and faster, she obliged, and I saw her ease a hand between her own legs and begin to frig herself. I increased my speed, her imaginary guy was close to cumming; she furiously rubbed her clit, her fingers knocking the dildo. I could hear her groaning. She leant forward, slid her other hand down behind herself, and felt the tools’ entry of her, with two fingers on each side of the shaft, she rubbed her slippery labia, feeling the wetness, rubbing her clit with all it was worth.

She came, and I heard her little grunts with each spasm. I felt myself wet up massively with increased arousal, Chrissie felt it too as the dildo came out of me in a rush, and she had trouble reconnecting the rubber cock with my hole, it slipped in all directions but the right one, I could feel it.

Squirming, my rider impaled herself on the weapon, enveloping my face with her flesh, she frigged herself for what seemed like an age to me, as I couldn’t breathe. I could only feel her pussy gripping, then releasing the dildo, her cum juice flowing from her, around my already saturated mouth. Eventually, I had to press her to move and push up on her hips.

She dismounted.

I gasped in the air as best I could, the dildo in my mouth made that quite difficult. I could see now; Chrissie had given up on reconnecting with my pussy and was extracting herself from between my legs.

My bottom was lowered onto the mattress, wet with sex juice and perspiration. Helen unstrapped and removed the dildo from my mouth.

I hungrily sucked in air, my heart was pounding, and I shook rather uncontrollably with the cold and the exertion. I was sure I couldn’t give any more oral and was worried as I knew girls could go for hours, cumming, recovering, wanting more.

What was next?