The desires of the three other women were now sated; even Jill, who was hardly twenty-three, looked weary.

Dorothy looked at Nicky and me.

“Oh, to be young again, and have such a deep well of stamina to match my desire,” she began. “I can see you both still have a large capacity for sex. I think we should pass you over to someone else for more correction, don’t you?” She looked at us in turn; we nodded in agreement. My pussy was wet and empty, and I wanted it full again; the urgency of my want was palpable, as was Nicola’s.

I felt insatiable.

“Get dressed and see if you can find Mr Greaves or Mr Spencely. I’m sure they can find a use for you both,” continued Dorothy.

We now at least had underwear to put on.

We both dressed in our normal uniform as the others watched us with sleepy expressions; I imagined they would fall asleep together when we had left.

Fully clothed, we left the room, realising it smelled quite distinctly of sex, and realising we too probably stank of female coital pleasure, we decided it was wise to find some showers. Dorothy had not suggested we use the one in the room, and we had not thought to ask.

We descended a floor from the teachers’ rooms, and walking down a corridor we turned a corner to be faced by the Woodley boys.

“Well,” said John, the older. “You two are still here?”

“Yep,” I replied. “We’re in so much trouble; we were caught last night in the toilets by Mr Spencely,” I continued.

“What happened?” he asked.

“What didn’t happen, more like,” I returned. “We were taken to the staff room, and err, well, we’ve been punished by a lot of teachers, let’s say that,” I rejoined.

The boys looked at us; one began to get my meaning.

“Wow, did they, you know, do rude stuff to you?” he pressed.

“Might have,” Nicky said.

“Like, what? I’ve heard they like the girls from Wilminmoor,” he went on.

“We’ve seen a lot of the teachers’ rooms,” I said.

“Wow, they’ve been having you, like we did?” the younger Woodley spoke up.

We both nodded.

“What’s it like, doing it with old people?” he pursued.

“Nice,” said Nicky. “They know how to do things, how to instruct too, to show us how to be good at it..

“We both like to be instructed,” she added.

“Who was it?” was the next question on both boys’ lips.

“We can’t say,” I returned, recalling that his dad had been one at Wilminmoor, and wondering how they would both feel about the fact that he had done some very rude things to me not long ago. “But we do need to be fresh for our next assignment. We’re really messy and everything. Can you tell us where we can shower?” I added.

“If we can watch,” said Mark, his erection quite obviously growing in his trousers.

We could not say no and followed them around the school to the changing rooms. Here were the showers, which smelt strongly of boys. Needs must, I thought to myself, and both Nicky and I undressed in front of the boys with the intention of showering.

“You’ve got knickers and that,” said Mark. “We took them, well, you gave them to us, last night.”

“We’ll treasure them,” piped up his brother. “We’ll keep them hidden; no one will find them, I promise,” he added, gazing at Nicky and me standing naked before him. The effect we were having on him was now very clear. Expecting the inevitable request, I got in first.

“Would you like to join us in the showers?” I asked, knowing the reply.

“Can we?” they both chirped. Thinking, as we had been discovered, that they had no hold over us and did not feel they had the right to ask for anything.

“Of course,” said Nicky. “Strip off and come in.”

We both turned and entered the cubicle, feeling their eyes all over our naked bodies, drinking in our curves.

Realising there was no method of turning the showers on, I called back to the boys to do so, and a stream of lukewarm water burst from the shower heads, which made us both shriek, but it heated up quickly and became wonderfully hot.

Before we could begin to soap ourselves, the boys had joined us, pairing off, John with Nicky, Mark with me. They pressed themselves to us, their erections stiff and pushing at our tummies.

Mark and I kissed, his passion urgent. He was slightly shorter than I, and with some care I managed to lift my left leg and hook my thigh above his hip. Reaching down, my hand encircled his member, and I gently masturbated him; he did not need much working on, his wet arrowhead slipped around in my hand, and I was soon pushing his solid head between my open and wet sex lips. As I was very hot and slippery from our previous lesbian engagements, it was no difficulty for him to part my flowering labia and press against my opening, a moment’s pressure as my body repelled the invader, then my muscles relaxed to his wish and allowed his desire to enter me through my tight, but willing, entrance.

He groaned as his tool slid into my purse.

“Push me up against the wall,” I urged. “I’ll get my other leg around your waist.”

He managed to do so, and soon I was impaled on him as he took my weight and my legs wrapped around his waist.

Gravity now did its work, and we were fully coupled as he took my full, if very slight, weight. There was nothing I could hold on to to take some of my weight from him apart from the closest shower heads, which were both too hot to touch and probably not that strong, so a short bout of lovemaking in this position was all he was able to stand before I felt his legs buckling.

I could feel him begin to soften as he became stressed, so I took charge.

“We can’t keep this up; you need to be in control,” I began. “Let’s change position,” I suggested.

We managed to decouple; his softening cock fell out of me.

Looking to my right, I saw Nicky in the same position, but being more successful due to John being perhaps a year older than the rest of us, taller, and stronger, he had Nicola wrapped around him, her pretty head on his left shoulder, hair plastered down by the jets of water, eyes closed, mouth open, a most appealing look on her face as he fucked her, her arms around his shoulders, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, bouncing for all she was worth on his hard staff; grunting with each push inside that he gave her. Watching his buttocks tensing as he shafted her, the water cascading off their bodies, it was hard to think he had been a virgin less than a day ago.

“This isn’t working. We need to find a better place for you to have me,” I began, taking Mark’s hand and moving out of the showers.

Looking around the changing room, I could see several possible places.

“Did you want to keep doing me like we were, kinda standing up?” I asked.

“How do you want to, er, do it?” he asked, afraid to be impolite.

“It’s your choice, you’re the man, I’m the obedient girl, today,” I replied. “Look, I can hang from the coat hooks, and we can fuck like we were doing,” I continued, seeing his cock beginning to rise to the occasion. I thought he would like it best to do it face to face again, so he could watch my expression.

“I think you would like to try me in a few positions," I began.

A minute’s thought and he spoke. “On the bench; I mean, you, laid on the end of the bench last night; that was awesome with you on the desk. You looked so beautiful. I’ll kneel down, between your legs, and…” he began.

I stopped him with a kiss. “There, I’m obedient; I’ll do what you want,” I spoke softly.

Moving to the nearest bench end, I sat, then lay flat on my back, looking up to watch him as I opened my legs a little.

“You’ll want to put some towels or something down to kneel on,” I said. “Or it will be most uncomfortable on your knees.”

He found some towels, and placing them on the tiled floor, knelt between my legs.

“Take my legs, part them wider,” I said. “Look at my flower, my pussy,” I added.

He did so, gazing at my sex.

“Finger me a little,” I suggested. “Get the feel of my body, learn about me; my movements will show you what I like. You’ll know how to please me,” I continued.

He tentatively put a hand down on my cunnie and stroked me. As my shower had been truncated, I was still immensely wet, and my lips parted at once. He had a nice touch, and I purred.

“Lovely, yes, like that,” I said. “Inside, put some fingers inside. I’m really wet, and my pussy needs your fingers inside,” I added as I squirmed my hips to encourage his exploration.

He did as I wanted. Two fingers slipped into me, opening my tight, soaked entrance with ease; he added a third digit, and I rode against his invasion.

“Oh, yeah, that’s so nice, I love being fingered,” I said. “Then fucked!” I added with a slutty grin.

I reached out to find his weapon, discovering a thoroughly solid shaft and a nice wet arrowhead. I gave him a few masturbatory pulls and then said.

“Do me, I want you inside me, and you’re so ready, my stiff lover.”

I pulled my legs up and wide apart.

He withdrew his fingers and took his erection in hand. He shuffled closer between my thighs and placed his member between my labia.

He pushed. It was not lodged properly, and as I was so wet, it came out to one side against my inner thigh.

“Make sure it’s straight,” I urged, not wanting to take control unless I had to. “I’ll open myself,” I said and reached down to insert some fingers into myself and hold myself open. He could now place his cock’s head a short way into my opening, and with some small adjustment, I removed my fingers as he pushed, entering me fluidly.

“Ahh, yes, that’s it,” I groaned. “You’re in me,” I added, smiling as I looked at him.

So began our fuck.

Taking my hips in hand, he started to ride me. I put my feet on each side of him on the end of the bench, with my knees wide apart and put my right hand down to feel our union.

“Oh, oh, ooh,” I grunted as he thrust into me. “Yeah, ride me. Fuck me, Mark,” I encouraged; his pushes rocking me along the bench.

He needed little encouragement. He watched me intently as he screwed me.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispered.

“I’m so horny,” I answered. “The sexiest thing is a girl who wants it,” I added.

I could feel he was close to cumming, his tool engorged.

“Are you close?” I breathed.

He nodded.

“Good boy, I want you to cream into me, plant your seed inside me,” I moaned.

“Agh!” he exclaimed as he came, his orgasm fast and hard, planting and thrusting himself as far into me as he could get. I pulled my legs up to my chest and held them open, allowing him to take as much of me as I could; his pubis banged hard against my underparts.

“Oh, Andrea!” he cried. “Oh, Andrea! I love you!”

I tingled. It was nice to hear those words, even though it was in the throes of orgasm.

“You love my pussy, and the fact I let you fuck me,” I spoiled his sentiment; cruel Andrea, I thought to myself.

“No!” he rejoined, breathing heavily, “I do love you!

“Really,” he added. “But we won’t make babies, will we?”

“No, we won’t make babies, however much you fuck me. Both Nicky and I are safe in that way, I promise,” I assured him,

I let my legs fall on either side of him and sat up. He bent forward and kissed me, a passionate kiss considering he had just cum his load into me and was coming down from his pinnacle of climax.

“Oh, Andrea,” he began, as he massaged my tits. “You are amazing. Nicky is too, and I love her too, but you... We were talking about what we did last night, John and I, and I like you best; I don’t know why. Will you both be our girlfriends? Like, to share when we want?”

“So, fuck toys?” I asked with a smile.

“No, no, girlfriends,” he protested. “But I’d like you to be mine, really,” he added.

Oh! To be popular, I thought to myself.

“But Nicola’s beautiful!” I replied. “She’s much prettier than me; my teeth are odd,” I continued.

He stopped me with a kiss.

“I love your teeth,” he said softly. “Anyway,” he continued. ”John will want his turn with you now, if that’s alright?”

As he spoke, he realised he was being presumptuous, so I reassured him with a French kiss just as John and Nicky appeared from the showers, soaked and flushed.

Mark withdrew from me, his cum leaking from me.

“I’m soaked,” I exclaimed. “That’s a lot of cum you spunked into me!”

“I’ll clean you up,” said Nicky. I spun around to sit on the bench properly, and she proceeded to kneel between my legs, and with her expert tongue she licked his emission from my pussy.

I held her head to myself, enjoying her attention, her prying tongue, the hot and invasive muscle stroking along and between my labia, lapping up Mark’s fluid and teasing my clit.

Looking over to the boys, I watched their faces as they drank in the lesbian spectacle.

I caught John’s eye and silently beckoned him to join me, and he came to sit by my side and began to kiss me, his left hand moved to my left thigh, his right arm he placed around my back and cupped my right breast in his hand, squeezing it tenderly.

Mark sat on my right and mirrored his brother’s actions. Both boys moved their hands up my thighs to meet at Nicky’s head. All three of us pressed against Nicky’s head, running fingers through her hair.

I moved my hands to find each of the boys’ members and began to gently masturbate them together.

John wormed his fingers down and found my camel toe, then my clit, which he began to rub as Nicola licked and sucked my labia.

He stopped kissing me, and as he rubbed my button, he whispered in my ear that he wanted me badly.

“The thought that my brother was inside you made me jealous,” he quietly breathed.

Mark took over kissing me so I could not reply.

The boys were both becoming fully erect, the joy of youth! They would soon want to use their weapons on Nicola and me, so I released Mark, who was still kissing me, and softly pushed his face away.

“I think you need to give Nicky her present,” I said to him.

Nicky had removed herself from between my legs and moved to Mark, taking him in hand and licking his arrowhead.

“Mmm, I can taste Andrea on you,” she said. “Just as I could taste you on her,” she added.

Now Nicky had withdrawn from my crotch; both boys had slipped their hands down to replace her tongue at my sex, and were frigging me with gusto. Each had at least two fingers inside me, pulling, worming, stretching and opening me; I squirmed on their invasion; it felt so erotic to have their combined attention. They had become quite confident with our bodies in this short time of carnal experiences.

“How’d you want me?” I asked John between kisses.

“How can I get deepest into you?” he asked.

“Doggy style, from the back is best, I think,” I replied. “Shall I get into position?”

I managed to slip from their grasp and grabbed a towel to kneel on, moving to kneel with legs apart and hands planted on the bench, my bottom stuck out. I looked over to John.

“I’m ready,” I called. “Woof, woof!”

John moved behind me, shuffling between my open legs. I felt underneath myself to take him in hand and guide him to my entrance. I felt his hands take hold of my hips as I guided his arrowhead to my wet purse.

Looking at him over my shoulder, I encouraged.

“Push, John, push,” I whispered.

He pressed against me, and his cock went into me.

A few strokes later he was fully inside me, as far as he could get. Holding the tops of my hips, he pulled me tightly against himself. I arched my back to make his thrusts press against the front of my tunnel, then bent down to increase the feeling of his thrusts at the back.

He rocked me by my hips, onto and off himself, nearly falling out, but not quite, pulling me back against him, grunting my name as he did so.

“Andrea, oh, Andrea! You are fucking hot from the back,” he gasped, pushing into me with absolute relish. He was giving me a serious seeing-to.

As we coupled, Nicky and Mark were getting into position too, seemingly deciding that Nicky was to mount Mark as he sat on the bench.

I watched as Nicky stood in front of the seated Mark, facing away from him, his legs between hers. Reaching between her legs, she took Mark in hand and lowered herself towards his lap, her bottom stuck out, guiding his weapon to her entrance.

“Hold my hips,” she instructed him.

He obeyed, and she sat on his lap, his tool slipping into her as she squirmed herself against him.

I had an idea appearing and looking back to John, between thrusts that put me off balance I said between his thrusts.

“Help move me - over, Ugh!” A big thrust halted my words. ”Between - Nicky’s legs, I…. Oh!” A particularly firm push. "Wanna lick her - while Mark’s inside – her - oh!” Another spirited thrust sent me forward. “While - you - fuck - me.”

He did as I asked, and I rested on Mark’s legs, my tits pressed to the tops of his thighs and my tongue pressed against Nicky and Mark’s union, licking his tool as it went into, and withdrew from, Nicky’s pussy. I could taste Nicky, and Mark, and John too; his cum was oozing from Nicky’s cunnie as his brother screwed her.

John was rather exuberant, and I had to tell him to hold me tightly as I was being rocked too hard against Nicky’s tummy and couldn’t eat her easily. He took the hint and held my hips still while he thrust into me.

Now I could concentrate a little more on Nicky’s clit and ran my tongue around her sensitive button. She squirmed and groaned louder. Looking up, I watched Mark’s hands playing with her tits. She looked so sexy; she was a stunningly pretty girl, and, with that thought and the delicious taste of sex I had in my mouth, I felt myself begin to climax.

I bounced against John’s embrace, sucking Nicky’s clit as I came; I felt her in turn juddering against Mark’s invasion, climaxing over his tool; Mark’s rough kneading of her small tits increasing her pleasure.

“Cumming!” was all she could moan, her right hand pressing my head to her mound.

Then Mark fell out of her, as she was so wet. His flailing cock hit my nose. I moved my head, grabbed his shaft, and opened my lips to take him under control. He was extremely hard and pushed again and entered my mouth, the taste of Nicky, John, and himself playing on my tongue.

Nicky, in the throes of climax, dismounted him and quickly turned around to sit again on his lap and mount him face to face, a much more secure position.

Nicky reached under herself to find Mark’s tool, discovering the shaft, with his knob being inside my mouth. She deftly took it from me, and lifting herself sufficiently, she guided him to her entrance, and I saw his head part her labia, then enter her. She pressed her bottom down against my head, causing me to push back on John, who took it that I wanted deeper penetration; although he had no more to provide, he rammed me harder. My face pressed to Nicky’s bottom, feeling her flesh shuddering as she continued to orgasm. I bit her soft cheeks in turn, hearing her squeaking with pleasure as she rode Mark.

The boys lasted for ages, thanks to their age and their recent orgasms. John ramming his stiff weapon into me, our teenage lust, the slap and squelch of our sex, and Mark & Nicola’s coupling filling my ears and nose, my orgasm now ripping around my whole body, cumming deeply on John’s firm erection; utter joy, utter heaven, oblivious to everything else.