Grizelda Gutteridge sat in Detention at her Alma Mater, writing Lines. They were already on injury time, since The Grim Twins had arisen for their Closure Canings. Hopefully, she’d be able to finish one more sheet? She closed her ears to the sounds of swishing from the front, and concentrated hard. Then The Pleasure Twins arose, and the punishment process was repeated. “Ohh,” gasped Harry Herbert Orwell as he too stood up. Sod it, she could see he’d finished all his eight dozen. Desperately, she continued her quest, even as his whacks whistled down. Then she saw a shadow shift across her desk. “Time’s up, soldier,” said the teacher, “so stop writing….all right, you can finish the footer.” Very gracious of her.
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“I’m afraid I’m rather out of practice, Ma’am,” she said apologetically. “If you’d care to step out, soldier,” she said, “we’ll address your arse. As I said at the start, it’ll be the standard stingers, then three strokes for the shortage.” But more for naughty nipples? “Ohh,” she gasped again at the blessèd relief. Then she saw Harry Herbert Orwell still standing by the teacher’s desk. “I’m sure you’d enjoy an appreciative audience,” she said, “so bend over.”
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“Yeeee..HEEE..EEEE….THREE, thank you, MA’AM,” she yelped all over again. “I’d thought Orwell was your date for this evening,” said the teacher, “but then I recalled Clarence saying something about Richard Sharp and The Stern Maiden?” She nodded. “Yes, Ma’am,” she confirmed, “Harry just happened to be doing a Detention….although I’d appreciate his help as Guardian Angel down to the Staff car park, after you’ve finished my flogging….” she saw the query on both their faces, “….as I may encounter hostiles, in the shape of The Six Nasties, who are almost certainly out to get me. I’ll admit I smiled with some Schadenfreude when they were on Ditch Detail, but they HAD been peeking at pussy. However, I wouldn’t want to end up kidnapped….as their evening’s entertainment.”
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“Yeooww..OWWW..WOWW….SIX, thank you, MA’AM,” she gasped. “Would you pass your erection inspection, soldier?” She shook her head. “No, Ma’am,” she admitted, “not a chance.”
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“Yaroooh..OOOH..HOOH….NINE, thank you, MA’AM,” she gasped, “thank you most kindly for the management of my many misdeeds. I know I needed it….ohhh,” she added as the three stripes were stroked with the stick. “Stand up,” she said, “and you may both be on your wicked way.” She duly did so. “Thank you, Ma’am,” she said sincerely as they both padded towards the door, in the classic canees’ gait of guilt: Look At Me, I’ve Just Been Caned, it said to the world. “I’m glad you’ve got together with Rick The Prick,” he said graciously, “since as you may know, he’s always hated me….” she hadn’t, “….unfortunately I always remind him far too much of cousin David. So if he’s a happier bunny, my bottom will benefit.” Fair enough, so a similar situation as between herself and Brenda Smith for so long. “I’ll do my best,” she said, as they continued in silence along the gloom of the corridor. Then they started down the empty stone steps. They weren’t exactly echoing, since they were both barefoot.
“Gotcha….Grizzle Guts,” said a stern voice at the base, as her arms were held hard by two bad boys….SLAPP “….Oww….” SLAPP “….Oww,” she gasped as her face was slapped by a third. “AHHH….AHHH….AHHH,” she could hear H2O gasping as his nuts were knackered neatly, even as his arms were equally immobilized. Their assailants were a posse of six pupils-with-penis In The Pink, and all The Six Nasties obviously out for revenge. “You can simply sod off, Orwell,” snarled Roald Gould, “the Bitch is ours for the taking….surely you can see you’re no match for us?” Six to one against, just as craven cowards always coveted such altercations. Where was the cavalry, she wondered? “Unhand them this instant, soldiers….” said a vixen’s voice, one used to instant obedience, “….I’d thought I’d follow discretely at a distance….” thank goodness, “….what exactly is going on here?” There were six sullen stares. “Nothing much, Ma’am,” muttered Rolled Gold. “Which usually means something, soldier….” she said, sounding so much like Nasty Girl after she’d pulled herself out of the pool, “….so if you privates would kindly line up on parade, we’ll….well, get to the bottom of this.” Ha bloody ha, however they duly did so. “The dorm captain can speak for you all,” she said, “so precisely what were your apparently impure intentions towards these pupils In The Pink?”
He stitched a sickly smile, essentially the swishees’ smirk. It was often offered by culpable canees in class, as a prelude to public punishment. It was the one which says wanly, ‘I know how much my hit hiney will hurt,’ and absolutely apt for the action. “Please, Ma’am,” he replied reluctantly, “we were about to….err….relieve him of his onerous escort duties….err….and show her up to our dorm….err….for a little chat….err….to tell her what we thought about being teased terribly during Ditch Detail.” The teacher sniffed. “If there’s any fault to be found,” she said frostily, “it’s down to your dicks. Your problem was peeking at pussy, for which you were properly punished. We’ll march across to The Swimming Pool, where some….well, ice water….” very witty, “….should dampen down your ardour. I’m not known as Cooler Carla for nothing….” likewise, “….after which, I’ll warm you up….or your arses, anyway. By the left….quick MARCH….hup….two….three….four….THWACKK “….oww….” gasped Rolled Gold, “….keep it up….two….three….four.” Very soon, they were out of sight. Hopefully this was the end of it….unless they caught up with her again tomorrow? “Thanks anyway,” she said happily, as they started away, “have you something lined up for later?” He nodded. “I’m heading back to the Dorm wings,” he replied, “since I’m spending a session with Harry’s Harlots....” who? “….they’re The Amaz♀ns….” so dorm 5A, “….I’m to be Patron next year for The Six Arses Licked, with a similar system to The Shagger Society….” she WAS out of touch, “….and afterwards, I’ve a Bi-some threesome with The Full Twins….Cynthia and Iona Fuller….” so Sinful and Eyeful? “….who were in dorm 6A likewise last year. But bonking twins together is a wanker boy’s wet dream….and with luck I’ll be in with The Pleasure Twins too, next autumn….” as a Cunt Casanova, it was Genuine Jam Tomorrow, “….I’ll leave you here….Mmmm,” he moaned as she kissed him hard….SMACKK “….Oww,” he gasped when they’d separated. “Get going,” she said gruffly, “before I decide to date you instead.” He winked once. “Promises, Ma’am,” he muttered, walking away.
Several minutes later she reached the side exit, and padded outside into the Staff car park. She crossed it to where her hire car was waiting, together with Richard Sharp. “Good evening, Sir,” she said, since he was still her Superior. “Good evening, Domme,” he replied, “how was your Detention?” In answer, she turned towards the car, and bent forwards slightly. “Stroke my stripes, Sir,” she said, “feel free to feel, free….ohh….ohh….” he did so, and suddenly she heard the sound of a zipper, “….ooh….SIR,” she added as he stroked a straining shaft along her arse. “I’ll admit an action which wasn’t properly professional,” he said, “but it’s out-of-hours, and you’re a previous prefect. Anyway, I’ve always dreamed of doing so.” Fantasies were free, as she removed her pink tie and Short Shirt. “You can leave it art….so to speak,” she said commonly as he walked around the car, and they opened the doors. “Ahh….” she gasped as she sat down, and a raw rear immediately reminded her of Cooler Carla’s caning. She shifted her overnight bag, extracting her white blouse and basic black jacket, “….AHHH,” he added as he slid into the empty seat. She slipped them on, and extracted the car keys. Then she stowed Missus’ items, and put the bag into the back. “Have you been beaten, bad boy?” she asked, now they were equals again. “No,” he replied, as she started the engine, and drove out of the car park, “I’ve been branded….” surely not? “….I was in The Blacksmith, watching blasted Beehive’s arse adorned with the letters D G G….” oops, “….he’ll be marked for a month. It’s quite clear there’s competition for your cute cunt….” not nearly as much as she’d like, she reflected ruefully whilst continuing along the carriage drive at some speed, “….heaven knows why you haven’t been snapped by the sodding Scots….” she’d certainly screwed several such, though so many had turned to be Wham-Bam-Thank-You-Ma’am, men, “….but their loss is my gain. Anyway, I decided I needed to up my game, so as another earnest of intent, I asked Gestapo Mark for an identical brand….” something else she had right, “….only this one’s permanent….” good grief, “….and my seat still sodding well stings, as you might imagine.”
They passed beneath the wrought-iron arches of the main school gates, and continued onto the B1469. “I’m very flattered, Richard,” she said as they passed by Stricktlands HalT. “I’ll inspect it at some stage….” she winked, once, “….in your study.” She hoped the implications would be clear. “I presume what we’re doing is Driving Dubiously Dressed,” he said, “not something I’ve ever done before. I suppose having an errant erection exposed is the start of a slide into sin. I admit it does give one’s fancy a frisson of freedom.” Indeed, she agreed. “It’s basically being bare below the belt,” she said, “so why not take your trousers and underpants down to match me? You can always make yourself decent again, should we be picked up by the fuzz.” Always properly painful, she reflected wittily. “Ohh….AHHH….” he gasped as he duly did so, and now saw his shaft straining, “….I’ve never tried Naccatape, although my Ditch Details have duly done so in the past few weeks. Out of curiosity I took some spare, since I know sodding Shagger swears by the stuff….oops, so sorry, Domme. But I believe he wears it all day on occasion.” She smiled slightly. “You could always try it out now?” she suggested, “hold yourself in slave stretching style, and wrap it around the base of the balls. As it says on the carton, it’s nine inches of slight scratchiness which suits all scrotums.” He extracted it from his top pocket. “Ohh,” he gasped. “It enables you to squirm silently whilst staying seated,” she continued, “wouldn’t it be wonderfully wicked to wank worthlessly? Do take yourself in hand. I normally use Dildo Dick on long journeys, as it’s a boon with boredom. But now, we can converse convivially….is there anything from my murky past you’d like to hear all about?” He exhaled slowly. “I always wondered how you managed after your Mental Makeover,” he said, “for example, when you made up with Relay?” She shrugged. “All right, Richard,” she replied, “although it wasn’t made out….I’ll explain the difference.”
According to her wall clock it was 1.05pm, and she’d stripped starkers in her study. This, she’d reckoned, was the only time she’d have any hope of speaking to Raymond Lee. One evening whilst he was playing away, she’d checked his dalliance diary. Inevitably, his Screw Sheet was completely congested, just as she’d feared. So she’d missed the boat, and a period of Private Study was her last chance saloon. Even now, it was highly likely he’d have company. So, half hating herself, she dragged herself upwards towards the Level 4 landing. Her psyche was split, but her subbie side was still insistent. Then she started into the gloomy corridor, each step an effort. After an eternity of angst, she arrived.
Raymond Lee
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Who Would Have Thought He Was A Rascal, his Latin logo as so many previous prefects. The legendary Leg It, he of six consecutive cunt copulation fame, had been the same. Christopher Leggett had done dorms of deviant damsels by dint of ruined orgasm. Then he’d stroked and spunked his shaft in the shower room afterwards. She gritted her teeth, and knocked. “Entarrrrr,” she heard him call out, and a tingle travelled down her torso, terminating in her twat. She stepped inside, and dropped down to her knees. Oops….since he WAS otherwise entertaining. Grim Jim too was similarly starkers, and bending over to be beaten. Relay though was dressed only in a black shower robe, whilst wielding the weapon. Or rather two such, were one to include a suitably straining shaft. She’d long suspected how, as sixdy-sixdy switches they enjoyed a mutual caning arrangement, and this proved it. “Welcome to our once-a-week whacking….Grizzie Bare,” said Raymond Lee, wittily, “it keeps us humble to be swished soundly sometimes by a Superior Sir….as opposed to all our lovely Ladies with Sex Thrashings….” they WERE both Cunt Casanovas….and Grim Jim’s Bonk Book had been the same, “….how may I help you this afternoon?” She fell forward, and adopted the Position For Penance, arms outstretched.
“As indeed you did for me earlier,” she said, “which once again was well-worthy of worship.”
“Please, Sir,” she said humbly, “I wish to beg forgiveness, utterly, unquestionably and without reservation, for all my former foibles and failings. I’ve wronged you….and this bad boy equally so in similar circumstances. I threw each of you out of my study when you wouldn’t take my total tally of tush treatment. I know I’ve cunt-to-die-for, but without Conscious Contraction Control it isn’t worth two dozen due….so I’ve radically reduced my requirements. Therefore, please feel free to slap me soundly, and beat me about a bit. I’ll gladly fulfil fun fellatio for the fellas….or a lot of licking if you like. There’s no quid pro quo, and I’ll leave when you’ve done your worst with me.” She finished her homily, and waited. “This is very gracious, Grizzie Bare,” he said, “or I suppose I should say Dominetta now, following your Mental Makeover. I most certainly accept your abject apologies, and I’m sure my firm friend will do likewise. Your kind offer of prick licking is appreciated, although we’re really both converts to cunnilingus, as you might expect. So shall we say some slaps, simply to show your sincerity….and who’s a Superior Sir?” She nodded meekly, raising her head….SLAPP “….Ahhh….” SLAPP “….Ahhh,” she gasped as he slapped her face. “Are you presently pokeable?” he asked amiably, “since if so, my very firm friend will be happy to help….” better yet. “Most certainly, Sir,” she said happily, “….as you can see, it was his turn to take a tanning today. If you’d kindly advise your revised requirement, I’ll apply it accordingly on your behalf, In Loco Collega….” In Place Of A Colleague, “….since as a subbie, you’re really unable to do so. Kindly arise, and make your way to the bed, Jim.” The other prefect stood, his shaft similarly, and padded across the room. “Please, Sir,” she said, following them both, “I cut my currency in half, so it’s now only a dozen due.” Both bad boys smiled. “Very reasonable indeed,” said Raymond Lee, “for a quality cunt of your calibre. Are you ready for the rattan, Jim….?” the waist wiggled, “….which is one more whack for such shocking Incitement, and thus a Beastly Baker’s beating. Put my pillow Punishment Points of pain beneath your beatable bum.” She watched whilst he did so. “AHHH,” he gasped as his penis was promptly punished. She had to agree his raised rear really was a terribly tempting target.
“Your tool’s terribly tempting too, Richard,” she said, “is it saying you like the Naccatape?” There was a slight snigger. “It’s a sensation I’ve never felt before, Domme,” he replied, “I’ve an itchy balls….something which so many studs seem to suffer, including sodding Shagger. Hence, I’ve always been happy to help him with the horrid hairbrush.” She’d heard sufficient stories which confirmed it…..but he WAS Rick The Prick. “I suggest you scratch the scrotum gently, to see how sensitive it is.” He shrugged. “Ohh….ohh….OHHH….UHHH,” he moaned. “Here’s another confession, Domme,” he said seriously, “I believe I’d like to be your balls bulb boy. I can honestly say this is the first time in my life I’ve ever said so to a slut….once again, my apologies.” Wonders would never cease, so she leaned leftwards….literally. Then she took hold of his testicles. “UGHHH….UGHHH….” he moaned as his scrotum was squeezed soundly, like an old-fashioned motorcar horn from yesteryear, “….BEEP BEEP,” he added, turning his head towards her with the sickly sort of smile required in such circumstances. It was similar to the swishees’ smirk, as she’d seen on Roald Gould’s face earlier on….BEEEEP hooted a large lorry as she veered across the white lines in the centre of the road. Quickly, she swerved back. Oops….it was Alf’s Transport again, clearly headed home. “I met up with Alf this morning,” she muttered, “I’ll tell you all about it another time….but now back to Relay’s study.”
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“YEEEE..HEEE..EEEE….THREE,” he yelped, “….AHHH, thank you, SIR,” he added, as the reaction from the rattan on his rear forced his fancy further forward. Such staccato style Sex Thrashing strokes were even worse, since they struck straight downwards. At least he wasn’t spunked out, as they were the worst ones of all, without any sexual imperative. Guiltily, she recalled how she often had Silage take them après-sexe in the past, simply to be difficult.
“Sil was practically my only poker, pending my Mental Makeover,” she said in strangled tones. “Apart from messrs Dick and Dastardly?” he prompted. “Indeed so,” she agreed, her ears burning, since her deviances with dildos in the shower appeared to be common knowledge.
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“YIKES..YIKES..YIKES….SIX….AHHHH….six of the best, thank you, SIR,” he gasped. “Uhhh,” she moaned quietly as she stroked herself where she shouldn’t.
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“YAROOO..OOOO..HOOO….NINE….AHHHH,” he gasped, “a nasty nine, thank you, SIR.”
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“YEOUCHH..OUCH..OUCH….TWELVE….AHHHH,” he gasped, “a dozen due, thank you SIR.” So one more to go, she reflected, having enjoyed the erotic experience immensely.
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“YEEEEOWWWW….THIRTEEN….AHHHH,” he gasped, “me bum….AHHH….me man meat….AHHH….a Beastly Baker’s beating, thank you, SIR. I value a villain’s vapulation for the violation of a virtuous vixen’s vulva.” A kind compliment, even if she WAS simply a slut.
“On which note I confess having done dearest David during Farmyard Fun and Frolics,” she said, “I do hope this won’t be the end of a wonderful, but brief relationship?” He shrugged. “I’m not in the slightest surprised,” he said, “knowing he was around somewhere. I was hoping to meet up and give him what-for, however our paths didn’t cross. Whereabouts did you two terrors do the dirty deed?” She smiled. “It was in the pigsty,” she admitted, “and thus exactly so….together with Turnip. It was nothing nasty, although he did stroke my slit with his snout. However, I was duly dowsed down afterwards by Cooler Carla, so I’m quite clean and properly presentable….” she had another thought, “….and thank you for putting my clothes into the car.” He patted her knee, so she assumed they were still on speaking terms? “Would you knacker my nuts next?” he asked, slightly shyly, and clearly getting into the….well, swing of scrotum suffering. “AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….” he gasped, “hold them harder…..AHHHH….squeeze me into submission….AHHHH….show me who’s Superior….AHHHH….AHHHH….AYEEEEEE….I submit, MA’AM.” He squirmed, and several drops of liquid fell off his fancy, fortunately not onto the seat. “Sometime, you can sign my Stretch Slave Sheet, Richard….” she said, valiantly attempting to keep her eyes firmly fixed ahead, and the car on the correct side of the road this time, “….meantime, shall I demand my dues?” He put his hands behind his head, so clearly the answer was in the affirmative. “AHHH….AHHH….GRIZZIE,” he gasped, “….stretch them soundly….AHHH….me balls….AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….AYEEEEE….I am so much your stretch slave, MA’AM.” Now, whereabouts had they reached in the story? Oh yes, screwing Grim Jim….who’d also asked her about Positions, the same as David had done earlier.
“How did you want to do it, Ma’am….?” he asked politely, even though they were equals, “….perhaps in the Superior style?” She shook her head. “We can copulate conventionally,” she replied, “although a little oral appreciation first would be good.” Slowly, he arose and turned over the pillow, putting its spikes underneath. Then she took his place, with her legs spread and pussy properly presented. “I won’t worry with the long licks from fanny and fancy to forest,” he said, “since I saw you stroking your slit, so I assume you’ve got yourself going.” Rumbled, she reflected. “Uhhh….Uhhh,” she moaned as he tackled her twat with his tongue.
“He was GOOD,” she said, “the same as dearest David, and all Cunt Casanovas….” she shrugged, “….don’t give me a wet-fish look. You said you manage Missus’ naughty needs, which proves you CAN do it when you want. Anyway, it wasn’t long before he had my clit in his mouth, and I came quickly enough.”
FLASHH “….UHHH….UHHH….UHHH,” she shouted, “bite it, you big bastard….AHHH….I’m a pussy pain slut….AYEEEEE….EEEE….YESS….YESS….YESS.” She lay shivering in sinful satisfaction. “I’ll take a few filthy photos,” said Raymond Lee, “merely as mementos. I’ll give you the negatives as well as the prints, and it’s fine if you want to burn them….” FLASHH
“Which was indeed my first reaction,” she admitted, “however, wiser counsel prevailed.”
“….on the other hand, pretty pictures of you enjoying the indecent attentions of a Cunt Casanova might do well for your street cred at The Camera Club.” Maybe he might have a point? The slightly suspect after-hours school society, with membership restricted to the prefects, was well-known. She’d never visited The Print Room in the Original Teaching wing, where everything was on display. One day sometime soon, and before the end of term, she really should do so. “Screw me, Jim,” she urged, “don’t keep me in suspenders.” He sniggered. “They’re always good,” he agreed, “and especially fun with fishnets. Somehow they speak to a stud’s sinful psyche.”
“I can only agree,” he admitted, “I’ve a Thing about fishnet tights too, and it’s one of my favourite fetishes….especially in porn publications.” She’d bear it in mind for the future.
Then he moved forward, and his tool tenderly touched her twat….FLASHH “….stop teasing,” she shouted, “fuck it for me….UHHH,” she added as the prick passed her pussy. Better and better, as his shaft slithered inside. Seconds later, she could feel his bouncing balls against her labial lips. “UHHH….UHHH….UHHH,” she moaned as she held his hit and hurting hiney, helping him hump her hard. “Uhhh….uhhh….dearest Domme,” he whispered, “cum again for me….uhhh….and then I’ll spunk you.” Typical of him to prioritize her pussy pleasure. However, it was another hallmark of a Cunt Casanova, as indeed she’d discovered with dearest David during her Mental Makeover. “UHHH….UHHH….UHHH….OMG, I’m cumming again….yes….YESS….YESS,” she shouted….FLASHH “….I’m spurting too….UHHH….I’m done, Domme….YESS….YESS….YESS.” Then he planted his lips on hers. “Mmmm,” she moaned as the room revolved….FLASHH. “Thank you, Jim,” she said weakly as soon as they separated. He raised his rear, and slowly his soft shaft slipped out. “I’m afraid lunch is out of the question,” said Relay, looking at the clock, “but one can always eat. Would you like to shower with Jim, whilst I collect your clothes? Then we can go straight to Lesson 5?” Given it was 1.33pm, he was probably right. “A kind thought, Ray,” she said, “and for once I won’t worry with Wasting Water….or doing Dick Dastardly.”
“A few days later,” she said, “we did it all again. Only it was the other way around, as Jim was the Dominant dolt. So Relay finally fucked me, my undoubted doyen of so many dirty dreams. I can honestly say he’s a superb screw, and earned his epithet….self-professed Purveyor of Penis.” There was a short silence. “Do you love him?” he asked, pointedly. “No,” she replied, “although had he asked for my hand, I wouldn’t have declined. If you want to know why, ask yourself whether you’d have accepted such a similar suggestion from the lovely Lisa? Can you honestly say you wouldn’t sign on the dotted line, with no questions asked?” Once again, he was able to squirm silently whilst staying seated. “So, moving on,” he replied evasively, since clearly the answer was a Yes. Fuck Me Senseless always did have such an effect. It was called the Sless Syndrome, and most mere males’ minds went to mush within minutes. “It was rougher on Randy Mandy,” she continued, “since she really DID love him. However she had no chance, given his heart was elsewhere….and competition, coupled with two captivating Celtic Cunts. You may be aware he’s shacked up with The Terror Twins at the University of Lancashire in a ménage-à-trois.”
She could just see a neat nod. “Yes,” he said, “I had heard how he’s living with Sexy Sammy and Pretty Patty. But speaking of such sin, do you know sodding Shagger’s somehow succeeded similarly with the Smith Sisters?” A long line for a lyric. “No, whistle it to me,” she said wittily. “Dammit, you know what I mean, Domme,” he said, although he obviously wasn’t actually angry. “Yes,” she replied, “and I wish them every happiness….” she paused, “….David says you’ve an open offer for the University of Aberdeen?” Tentatively, he squeezed her leg. “Always assuming I achieve sufficient success in my A-Levels,” he said, “would you be waiting, for when I reach bonny Scotland next autumn?” She took one hand off the wheel, and held his in place. It was a time-hallowed gesture, when all contracts are signed and sealed. “Yes,” she said simply, “however before you ask, I’m not necessarily averse to Bi-some threesomes either, should a very nice candidate appear….” she took a deep breath, “….I’ve unexpectedly enjoyed playing with Verity Gneiss in The Six Bi Babes. They’ve invited me back for a replay, and I might take a time there tomorrow morning after breakfast….ohh,” she added as he stroked her cheek, and his touch was 1000V. “Very Nice gets around,” he agreed, “since Missus is also her girlfriend….” he sniffed, “….and I never knew Bren had any light Lesbian leanings. I fancy Verity furiously, but thus far she’s shown no interest in me….probably my own fault. But even given such a set of unlikely circumstances, it would only be for a year, since you’d be sitting your finals at its end.” She shrugged. “So not today’s problem,” she said sagely, “but remember the unwritten rule: Never Say Never At St Sticks. Anyway, reverting to Relay and Grim Jim, we repeated it a third time the week afterwards. It was a traditional threesome, with two fellas fucking the floozy, and I did….well, Domme. I caned them concertedly for their crimes of coitus, before they both cummed my cunt consecutively and comprehensively. Being Private Study, they were all somewhat short sessions. However, since both Casanovas had done me such a big favour for fucks, I wasn’t about to complain. So there’s the gory story….in all its glory, or otherwise.” She glanced down at the car clock, and saw they’d only another quarter of an hour to go. Then they’d know who’d provide the wherewithal in the Coffee Service Suite. Either way, it would be an erotically entertaining evening.
To be continued……
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