I awoke to Mr. Greeves' touch. He lay behind me, one hand gently caressing my bottom, kneading the soft flesh, moving down slowly, his left hand on my hip, fingers pressing around the hard pelvic bone, gripping me firmly. I squirmed and pulled my knees up, pushing my bottom towards him as he explored further, between my bottom cheeks, parting them as he moved his hand towards my underparts.

He slid over my anus, stopping for a second with the tip of one finger pressed to that puckered entrance, then along to delve between my wet labia, still messy with his cum, although most had oozed out of me, making my thighs slick with it. I lifted my left knee to part my legs, which allowed him better access.

He fingered me, pulling the juice from my pussy and then exploring my other hole with an inquiring finger, slippery with the emission he had planted into me last night. His finger slipped into my bottom with no difficulty.

“Bend forward more,” Sir commanded, pushing my back away from him as he did so.

“Oh, Sir,” I groaned, as I complied, feeling him continuing to invade my tight hole, deeper, working against my inner muscles, making his way into me there, the electric sense of his skin against my sensitive tunnel wall.

His left hand rested on my lower back, the thumb pressed and rubbed between my bottom cheeks, at my coccyx, just above my anus.

“My, you are wet and slippery, Andrea,” he whispered in my ear. “Our combined juice, my dear, makes it very easy to explore all your intimate areas. Do you like my anatomical lesson?”

I groaned in assent as he slowly finger-fucked my bottom, pulling the finger out to the tip, my sphincter muscles naturally pushing the invader out, then the reverse pressure as he pushed back in to the knuckle.

Absent-mindedly, I slipped my right hand down to myself, and I began to masturbate as he fingered me. He noticed my action and chastised me.

“Andrea! You naughty girl, playing with yourself in front of your teacher, when he is trying to give you lessons, whatever next!”

You’re not actually my teacher, was my first thought, which I kept to myself. “I’m sorry, Sir,” was what I vocalised. “It feels so nice, in my bum, I couldn’t help it, Mr. Greeves, Sir,” I added, continuing to rub myself, the delicious and addictive feeling in my pleasure nub firing my synapses, bringing myself close to climax.

He took his left hand and moved it around to my front, delving between my legs to hold my hand tightly, and keep it immobile but still pressed to my clit.

I squirmed my pelvis against my restrained fingers, wanting that orgasmic feeling.

“Let me, Sir, please,” I pleaded.

I could hear his breathing, heavy. I guessed he was highly aroused and so felt behind with my unfettered right hand to find his desire. I found it very hard, and with the arrowhead tip straining against his foreskin.

“Oh, Sir,” I hissed. “You’re so hard, please, do me… Please!” I pleaded as I gently eased his foreskin back, his sensitive arrowhead wet with pre-cum, soon in a position to take its place, inside me.

My masturbation of him had the desired effect, and he withdrew his fingers from me.

“Very well, Andrea,” he said, taking himself from my grasp. “We’ll continue with your lessons on reproduction, keep in that position, with your sweet bottom pushed toward me,” he continued.

My slimmer form meant I was at a difficult angle for our union to take place comfortably in this position, so Mr. Greeves lifted my hip and placed a pillow under me, bringing my pelvis higher, and allowing his weapon an easier, more horizontal access to me.

He guided himself between my legs, having my left hand free, I was able to assist, and, taking his cock’s head in my palm, I placed him between my labia. A moment lodged at my entrance, parting my lips, he pushed forward, and I felt him enter me; I sighed.

“Oh, yes, Miss Martin,” He breathed. “Good girl, let me inside.”

I did so, feeling his length fill me, my hand went down to my sticky, wet cunt, judging how much length was still to be introduced, a few inches, less now, an inch. Trying not to bear down, to let him plumb as much of my depth as he could, but wanting to fuck, to be ridden; feeling my labia encompassing the base of his thick shaft, the feel of it deep inside me, I slid my fingers to my clit and rubbed my wet button.

“Are you playing with yourself again, Andrea?” He questioned. I could only squeak an affirmative, the squelch of our union as last night’s cum was forced out of me and around the invading shaft.

“I think next time we should restrain you,” he continued. “But I appreciate you have needs too, my lovely, soaking wet girl,” he began to increase his screwing rate. “You do have the most delicious pussy and certainly aren’t afraid to share it.” He went on, adding some grunts as he became more engrossed in his task.

His left hand on my hip, his right pressing against the small of my back, bending me forward. I reached out and gripped the edge of the bed as I was bounced across the mattress by Mr. Greeves’ forceful, noisy rooting of me.

“Ugh, sir!” I managed to gasp between thrusts, adding little chirruping grunts as each push hit my innermost place, my arousal building. I frigged myself to climax, the peaks matching his deep penetration, unable to stop myself, my cervix bounced against his weapon.

“You’re cumming aren’t you?” he announced. “I can feel it, Andrea, I can feel your body’s urges, overtaking you, nature, animal, Oh!

“Oh, my good girl,” he breathed as he came inside me. “Your cumming made me cum too, you hot little minx,” he added, stroking my back with one hand and reaching around my tummy to my sex, feeling his jerking shaft where it entered me. I straightened up, looking over my shoulder and up to his face. He kissed me on the lips, moving his hand up to caress my titties. He rolled me over on top of him, placing a hand over each tit, and he squeezed them.

“Such delightful little rosebuds, Andrea,” he complimented. “Only little poached eggs at present, but such wonderfully hard nipples, and I’m sure you’ll have the most perfect little pair in a few years,” he tweaked them both as he spoke. “To go with that gorgeous wet pussy; that is certainly fully formed.” He added.

He was becoming flaccid now and was wanting to decouple from me, taking my hips, he pulled me up his body, and I felt his softening tool slide out of my purse, along with a quantity of his cum. He kissed my neck many times, whispering in my ear between kisses that I was quite delightful, such a good girl, such a tight girl. I squirmed at the attention; I felt very feminine as he stroked all over my body, paying special attention to my breasts.

His kissing and caressing continued for some time, in the warm afterglow of sex. I revelled in it, sighing and moaning lowly as he touched me.

“Oh, Sir, can we stay here all day?” I asked after some time in this cozy position. “I love your touch, you make me tingle, and your dicky feels so nice inside me. I want it in me again. Shall I play with it, put it in my mouth, to make it hard again?

“I so want to,” I continued.

“You’re insatiable, girl!” He whispered, his lips playing on my ear. “But I think I can allow you to at least clean my member, my dickie as you so innocently call it. Roll off me and tend to it then.”

So saying, he rolled me to the right, as I moved around to his lower half, he smacked my bottom sharply.

“Oww! Sir!” I cried.

“Punishment for your severe naughtiness, Andrea, for being too sexy, and wanton, making me unable to resist taking you, little slut!”

I did not know what wonton was, but the little slut at the end made me shiver nicely.

Kneeling to his right side I bent to my task, taking him in hand, he was messy with cum and my juice, I proceeded to lick him clean, the flavour of our combined emissions was nectar to me and I was greedy for it, working around the base of him, his pubic hair sticky and matted with warm cum, I licked like a cat, cleaning him fastidiously, some stray pubic hairs found their way into my mouth, I bit them to make them small enough to swallow.

“Good girl,” he coaxed, stroking my head as I worked. “I think you are going to have your desire, Andrea,” he continued.

I felt it, the slight firmness appearing as I licked along his soft flesh, up now at the tip, slipping the tip of my tongue around, and into the entrance of his hole. I opened my mouth and took him inside, the bulb growing now, faster, in my mouth.

“Oh, Andrea,” he gasped. “That is very nice, your velvet mouth, you are so gentle, such a careful touch,” he breathed, as I held his shaft in my left hand, stroking his thigh, then his testicles, then between his legs, as he grew in my mouth, feeling the trunk of his inguinal canal throbbing, I pressed against it, he gasped, his weapon increased in size, my tongue working around the base of the thick gland which was now filling my mouth.

“Andrea! Oh my, that’s amazing,” he cried as I rubbed and kneaded the area. “Oh! Girl!” he blurted out, thrusting his hand down between my legs and gripping the very top of my left thigh. Two fingers slipped between my soaked labia, pressed to my entrance, and I moved my hips slightly to get them inside me. They slid into my cunnie, and I rode them gratefully.

I withdrew him from my mouth enough to be able to concentrate on the tip of his arrowhead and licked it like an ice cream as I pressed and rubbed that canal. All he could do was groan, lifting his bottom off the bed as his pleasure heightened. He gasped as he hit a climax. He had moved his hand between my legs, so his thumb invaded my bottom, filling all my holes. I pressed harder and continued to lick him. He climaxed again, my pressing prevented his cum from passing along the tunnel and out into my mouth, most was forced into the bladder, the amount that did escape I drank, the unctuous juice, slightly bitter, musky.

Sir had by now calmed down, his fingers and thumb still inside me, he gently fingered me, almost absentmindedly, as he spoke.

“Andrea, that was an amazing performance,” he continued to stroke my head as I bent over him. I had released my pressure between his legs, and more cum had leaked from his member. I licked it dutifully. His emission had been small after his recent conquest of me and the majority of his meagre output had been diverted, but I still managed to have a good taste and screwed myself against his probing digits.

He felt my desire rising.

“You are aroused, Miss Martin?” He questioned.

“Yes, Sir, licking you, your cum in my mouth, it’s very sexy, Sir,” I replied. “You’ve made me really horny, with your fingers in me too.

“Can I play with myself, please?” I continued, hoping he would allow me to relieve myself. I was feeling very uptight.

“I am very tempted to allow it, Andrea, you have been so good,” he began. “However, you have also been so bad, breaking into the school, and all the rest,” he continued. “We shall ask the other members of staff what’s to be done with you, and Miss Randal. Away, have a shower and cleanse yourself, I shall retrieve your clothes, such as you appeared to us in, and return.”

With that, he pushed me away. I must have looked abashed as he smiled to himself, “Go now, be a good girl, I’ll not be long,” he smiled, more kindly now.

I rose and went to the bathroom, the splendid shower, this time solely for me, my first action was to frig myself quickly to climax, rubbing my clit furiously to bring myself off, delving fingers inside as I creamed against my touch, squirming my hips and doing my best to keep quiet, not wanting Mr Greeves to hear and perhaps prevent my pleasuring of myself. After orgasm, I spent some time washing thoroughly, and by the time I had finished and emerged from the bathroom, towelling my hair, Mr. Greeves had returned, also there were Mr. Spencely and Nicola.

My clothes, skirt, tie, blouse, and socks were on the bed, my shoes on the floor. I stood there naked under their gaze, rubbing my hair dry.

Mr. Spencely smiled as he watched me, drinking in my teenage body.

“Andrea,” he began. “Mr. Greeves and I are of the opinion that you and Nicola have been most cooperative and are repentant for your prank last night. Mr. Greeves says you did your best to please him. Nicola,” he turned to my friend. ”Nicola also was most diligent in her duties towards myself. So being we feel we should avail ourselves of your company tonight, this time I shall spend the night with you, Andrea, and Mr. Greeves shall take Nicola to bed.”

“I shall speak to the other members of staff,” Mr. Greeves said. “And ascertain whether they feel they may wish to avail themselves of you both, after your performance in the staffroom. I imagine all will want to partake of your charms singularly.”

I looked at Nicky, and she returned my gaze, so we were to be kept as playthings for a few days at least.

“What about our being absent from Wilminmoor, Sir?” Nicky asked.

“We shall contact Ms. Moore and inform her of your escapade. I’m sure she will be perfectly happy for us to deal with you as we see fit. We will interview the Woodley boys; they are involved, I imagine they possess your underwear,” Mr. Greeves answered.

I did not want them to get into trouble. “It was all my idea, Sir,” I said. “You know now what I am, a slut. When we got caught, we encouraged them to make us… Do things with them,” I continued, hopefully looking at the two teachers.

“They are involved, girl, we ought to get to the bottom of this,” he rejoined. “However, I know your highly sexual state, boys of your own age would have been putty in your hands, and I’m sure you both did nothing to discourage their advances.”

“No, Sir, we encouraged them, really encouraged; they didn’t know what to do, really, Sir, we had to show them, Sir,” I gushed.

“And you gave them your underwear?” He asked. “As a memento.”

“Well, yes, I suppose we let them keep it,” Nicky replied.

“Well, I believe you’ll have little need of underwear for the next few days. I suppose it doesn’t matter if you go around half undressed; no one will know, unless they explore under your skirts.” Mr. Greeves continued.

“Right, high time you got dressed, Andrea,” he turned to me.

I pulled on my skirt, buttoned my blouse, tied my tie, and sat on a chair to put on my knee-length socks. The coarse fabric of my plaid skirt felt rough against my naked bottom. Finally slipping my shoes on, I stood, brushing my skirt straight.

“Well, looking at them now, you would hardly know these two were such highly sexed creatures, would you, Mr. Greeves?” Mr. Spencely announced.

“Apart from the fact they have no bra or knickers on,” Mr. Greeves rejoined.

You could see we had no bra, although our breasts were small and pert, so neither of us needed to be so adorned; our nipples were quite evident through the cotton fabric of our shirts, dissected by our school ties.

I looked at Nicky, she returned the look, I could see her nipples and blushed, looking down at myself, mine were also quite pronounced.

“So, we need to inform the Head,” said Mr. Greeves. “He will no doubt decide what correction you both need.”

So saying we were marched out of the bedroom, down the stairs, past the staffroom, and along further corridors. We encountered one of the female teachers from last night.

“Ah, Miss Martin,” Mr. Greeves addressed her. “Your namesake, Andrea, and Nicola Randal are off to the Head’s room for their interview. We have decided between us that they should be available for any staff member to take in hand as it were, for whatever lessons or activities they see fit to dole out, including sleepovers. Would you like to be party to that at all, Dorothy?”

“Why, yes, Thomas, I think I could certainly give both girls some instruction. Would that be together, or one-on-one tuition?” She asked, looking at us, noting our nipples, pouting through the fabric of our cotton blouses, recalling last evening and imagining perhaps if we were still underdressed in other areas too.

“Whichever you like, I see their tenure here as open-ended. If you would like to take both on for a class, I can see no reason anyone would find fault,” he answered.

She smiled, looking at us in turn. I smiled back. I recalled her taste from last night; we were in for quite an education.

Our walk to the scaffold continued, eventually reaching a dark brown, heavy oak door, much like all the other forbidding doors that were a feature of both this school and Wilminmoor. We went through it and into an ante room, the Head’s secretary would have been there normally, but the school was still on half term.

Mr. Greeves knocked at the door opposite the one we had entered by.

A voice behind bid us enter.

We went through the portal and were greeted by a large desk, lots of bookshelves, several easy chairs and a balding man in a dark suit and waistcoat, smoking a pipe. On the desk were our rucksacks and the paraphernalia we had used during the photography session, including our blazers, which we had removed and not had the chance to retrieve when Mr Spencely discovered us.

“Headmaster, these are the two Wilminmoor pupils who broke in last evening. I see you are in possession of their belongings,” Mr. Spencely began.

“Yes, the cook discovered them in the kitchen, having looked inside, she guessed they were not from any pupil here, so brought them up. Miss Martin dropped the photography apparatus and dressing up materials just a moment ago,” the Head replied, between puffs on his pipe.

I realised now that Nicky had been in possession of the Polaroids she had taken, she had put them in her inside blazer pocket. I gave her a sideways glance; I thought she had realised the same thing as she blushed a little.

“We have the camera, but no photographs,” continued the Head. “I assume you must have taken some?” He gave us a stern gaze.

“They were strip-searched, Mr. Ashton, checked most thoroughly,” said Mr Greeves. “They had nothing on them, although,” he looked at us both, then at our blazers on the desk. “Have you looked in their coat pockets?” He asked the Headmaster.

“I’ve not had the opportunity,” he returned. “Miss Martin said you had all taken a particular interest in interviewing these girls upon discovering them, and you both had taken them to your rooms for further interrogation.” He looked at us both for a few seconds, closely examining our chests. He cleared his throat. “Let’s see what I can find.”

With that, he examined Nicola’s blazer, finding the photos where she had placed them. He examined them closely.

“I see you,” he pointed his pipe mouthpiece toward me. “I assume you, he turned to Nicky. “Were behind the lens.”

Nicky nodded, head lowered, looking at him through her severe fringe of dark hair.

He looked at the few snaps for a short time, then looked up, dropping them on the desk, and motioning the other two teachers to avail themselves of the images.

“She takes a good photo,” said Mr. Greeves, looking at Nicky.

“Nice composition,” agreed the Headmaster.

The photos had all been taken with a flashbulb, as the dark nature of the corridor required it. Looking at the Polaroids, I could see the flash had illuminated me so that, as well as suffering from red-eye, my bra was clearly visible under my blouse.

“There is something missing between the girl in the picture and the girl standing in front of me,” began Mr. Ashton. “It occurs to me the girl in the photo is wearing a bra, and the girl in front of me is patently not fully dressed in that department.” He continued.

“Both were, how shall I say, not fully clothed when we found them, Headmaster,” explained Mr. Spencely. “We discovered they were entirely without underwear,” he continued.

“Are they still, ahm, not fully dressed now?” Asked the Head, looking at us closely.

“Quite correct, no panties, all the clothes you see are all they wear,” said Mr. Spencely. 

“Raise your skirts,” the Head ordered. We obeyed, showing our naked and smooth Venus mounds to him.

“Quite so,” he said, after a moment’s perusal of us. “I take it I am to correct them?”

Indeed, yes, as you see fit,” said Mr. Spencely. “We are also taking them in hand for correction between the staff, if it pleases you?” He continued.

“It most certainly pleases me, Stephen,” said the Head. “Has Ms. Moore been advised of their whereabouts and the course of action we aim to take?” He asked.

“We shall contact Ms. Moore presently. She will be of the same mind as us, I’m certain,” Mr. Greeves replied.

The Head nodded in agreement. This was taken by the other two teachers to withdraw, and they left Nicky and I standing, with skirts still pulled high, in front of this new interrogator.

He stood up and walked around the desk to stand in front of us, leaning against the edge of the desk. He observed us for a minute and then spoke.

“You,” he pointed to me with his pipe. “Lock the door, I don’t wish to have anyone blunder in while I correct you both.”

I dropped my skirt from my hands and did as requested, turning the key in the lock and returning to the desk.

He continued to address Nicola.

“You, undress,” Nicky began to strip. We both watched her as she removed her clothes, unzipping her skirt, which fell to the floor. Undoing her tie, unbuttoning her blouse, and slipping it off, to remain standing in just her shoes that she licked off, and socks, which she bent to remove.

“Leave those on,” the Head told her. “Up on the desk, girl,” he continued.

Nicky complied.

“Open your legs,” he continued.

She complied again.

He looked at her, drinking in her beautiful young body. “Quite a lovely pussy,” he complimented. “Now to see if it feels as nice as it looks.”

With that, he advanced to Nicky and placed a hand between her legs. She gasped. I watched her face as he explored her sex, mouth slightly open, breathing in shallow, truncated sips of air. She groaned and gasped as he fingered her, lifting her bottom from the desk surface as he hit a sweet spot. I could hear the soft squelch of her moistening cunnie as he finger-fucked her.

“Yes, most assuredly, it feels as nice as it looks, Nicola,” he said. “And most assuredly wet!” He added.

He looked over to me.

“If you will oblige to help me undress, please?”

I went over to him. “What would you like me to do?” I asked.

“Just undress me, girl,” he demanded, rather sharply. “Take my clothes off, remove my garments, if you please,” he added, more gently.

I helped him out of his clothes. Jacket, waistcoat, tie and shirt were removed. He had to swap over the hand that frigged Nicky to release his arm from these garments. I think he wanted to suck his fingers, to taste Nicky, but resisted the urge. Instead, once his top half was naked, he placed his hand on her Venus mound and massaged it, his thumb moving between her labia, to find her clit, and rub her button.

I now knelt to his right and untied his shoelaces, taking his shoes off in turn, then reached up to unbuckle his belt and unzipped his trousers; they fell to the floor, revealing somewhat grey underpants, straining to contain a large erection, a wet patch showing darkly where he was leaking pre-cum.

He stepped out of the trousers.

“Socks too, please,” he requested.

I unrolled his socks from his feet.

“Underpants?” I asked.

“Yes, girl, take them off,” he replied. “Be careful, my member is stiff, pull the waistband over it. Hold it, gently, girl," he said.

I did as I was told, easing his tool out of the top of the waistband and pulling his underpants down. His cock was thick, not long, but hot and wet, the arrowhead peeping out of his foreskin. I felt myself become hot and wet as I dropped his underwear to his feet, and he stepped out of them.

“Mmm, a nice touch you have, my girl,” he complimented me. “Are you competent at pleasuring a man using your hands?”

“Yes, sir, I think so,” I replied demurely.

“Take me in hand then,” he replied. “Do you know how to pleasure a man orally, too?”

“I know how to, but I don’t think I’m very good, Headmaster, Sir,” I replied, again in as ladylike a manner as I could muster.

“You need instruction, I imagine, that’s all,” he informed me.

“I want you to take me in hand and work on me until I wish to have Nicola,” he went on. “Do as you see fit. I’ll correct you when I need to.” He added.

I took him in hand as he fingered Nicky, kneeling beside him I could see his hand between her legs, the sound of his working inside and around her sex, her smell in my nostrils, her thighs parted wide, her right foot came to rest on my left shoulder, I rubbed her ankle and calf as I rubbed the Headmaster’s tool, pressing his head to my lips, I licked him, tasting his juice as it leaked from the hole I the centre.

“Mm, nice,” he complimented. “That’s a nice feeling, girl, your tongue is very soft and hot.” He continued.

“You are doing well,” he managed to utter as I felt him getting significantly aroused.

A short spell of my masturbation and fellatio, combined with his fingering of a very wet and sexy Nicola Randal, squirming against his fingers and thumbs, quite soon brought our Sir to a point of desperately needing to have Nicky.

“I think it’s time to couple with you, Nicola Randal,” he announced, between puffs of breath.

Looking at me, he took his member from my hand and turned to face Nicky.

“Andrea, will you assist?” He asked.

“What would you like me to do, Sir?”

From my kneeling position, my eyeline was level with the top of the desk, so looking straight at Nicky’s crotch, with Sir’s tool standing vertical.

“Guide me to your friend’s opening. Do you think you can open her with your other hand?” He asked.

I did as I was bidden, taking him in hand, bending him down to a horizontal plane, I parted Nicky’s labia and placed his thick arrowhead between her soft lips.

Nicky squirmed, her breathing heavy, moaning slightly as, between myself and the Headmaster, the weapon was introduced carefully into her vestibule.

“Oh, it’s big, Sir, Headmaster, Sir,” Nicky groaned.

“Yes, it is big, young lady,” he replied. “Punishment for your misdemeanours,” he continued; his breath, like hers, heavy, his gaze fixed on their coupling.

By now, he was engaged in Nicky sufficiently for me to remove my fingers from her lips, keeping my hand around his penis, I moved my other hand up to rest, palm down on her Venus mound, and placed my thumb on her clit, as Sir had done, and rubbed her firm button as his cock slipped further inside her.

She groaned louder, entreating him to be gentle, telling him he was so big inside her, filling her.

I had a front seat view as he inexorably slid inside her. I released my grip of him as his length disappeared into her, finally to be lodged at his full depth in my friend’s pussy.

“Oh, Nicola,” he groaned.

He withdrew from her as I watched, the shaft sliding out, her puffy outer lips parted wide, her soft inner labia stretched around his girth, the wetness of his skin as it met the air, the sound and scent of their union, Nicola’s hard clit under my thumb. I unconsciously dipped my left hand to myself, finding my naked cunnie under my skirt, I finger-fucked myself in time to their fucking.

Nicky lifted herself off the desk as she climaxed, with a guttural groan.

“Fuck me, Sir, fuck me!” she cried, pushing herself onto him now, riding him as she slid partly off the desk, holding herself in position with her hands gripping the edge.

Sir held her hips as she bucked against him, slightly taken aback. He was supposed to be screwing her, not the other way around. However, he regained composure and took her firmly in hand, pushing her back onto the desk. He pressed one hand to her chest and pushed her flat.

“No, Nicola,” he chastised. “It is my pleasure to take, yours to give, my girl.”

So saying he pushed me away and began the inexorable journey to his orgasm.

Taking her legs, he placed them together and pushed them up to her chest.

“Hold your legs to your chest, girl,” he commanded.

Then, rolling her onto her left side and holding her at the curve of her bottom and sliding his right hand between the tops of her thighs and her tummy, he restrained her and held her crotch to his.

He banged her for a short time, giving her full strokes and berating her as he did so.

“Bad girl, Nicola Randal, bad girl.”

Nicky could only whimper. Sorry, and please, Sir, as he fucked her.

I still knelt close beside them, having a front seat view as Sir reached his climax, grunting and cursing, he creamed into Nicky, uttering a moaning “bad girl, Nicola,” as he ejaculated into her.

I watched as his cum leaked out around their union. The only sounds were of their heavy post coital breathing and the ticking clock on the mantlepiece.

Sir withdrew from Nicky, cum oozed from her pussy.

“Lick me clean, girl,” he commanded me. I did as asked, licking his softening member, my tongue working around the arrowhead, his foreskin, then the shaft. Reaching the base, I licked the remaining semen from his testicular sack.

Satisfied with my work, he pushed me away.

“Clean your schoolfriend’s messy vagina too,” he ordered.

I didn’t need asking, I was keen to lick Nicky out and went to my task eagerly.

She had rolled onto her back after Sir had withdrawn from her, and sat up now, opening her legs to my approach. His cum was leaking from her profusely, and I set to licking her.

She pulled her legs up and rested a foot on each of my shoulders.

Starting at her bottom, I licked her puckered hole, tasting Sir’s cream and Nicky’s flavour, working up her perineum to her pussy, lapping the juice emanating from her, a seemingly endless stream, I drank the delicious liquid, fingering myself to an equally delicious quiet orgasm as I did so, squirming my hips to the pleasure peaks I gave myself, as the oozing cum was now all in my tummy I worked then up to Nicky’s clit and sucked on that hard little button of delight, to give her what I was giving myself.

She yelped as she came, one hand fingering her right titty, shooting the other down to herself to hold my head tightly to her sex. Both of us had become wrapped up in our lovemaking and totally unaware of the Headmaster watching us.