We followed Mr Spencely along a corridor, down some stairs. This was a maze rivalling Wilminmoor. Eventually, we stopped outside a door marked Staff. We were not to be taken to the headmaster, yet.

Entering the room, we were confronted by several adults: three men and three women.

"Look what I discovered coming out of the toilets off Goodleigh's," he commenced. "I saw Mark Woodley disappearing around the corner," he added.

"Mark Woodley!" I blurted out, blushing and looking at the floor, then was quiet again.

My pussy tingled. There cannot be that many Woodleys. Daddy dearest has me one day, then the boys have me the next!

"Nicola Randal," said one of the men, looking at Nicola. "And?" He looked at me.

"Andrea, um… Andrea Martin, Sir," I replied, stutteringly.

"Andrea Martin, you're not one I know," he continued.

"She's new, Sir," Nicola interjected.

"At the party," Mr Spencely informed the assembly.

"Ahh, so this is the girl," continued the man, observing me closely. "Yes, she does have something… enticing, about her, doesn't she?"

He stood up and came over to me.

Tentatively, he stroked my hair. I looked up at him and smiled weakly.

He moved his other hand to my left hand, taking it and exploring my fingers. Releasing my hand, he moved onto my waist, then down onto my left hip, tracing around the front of my skirt, to rest against my Venus mound.

With greater pressure, he pressed his fingers against me and moved them down, until his hand was delving a short way between my legs. The soft material of my tucked-in shirt rubbed against my puffy pussy, the spare button pressed to the left of my crotch.

Gently resisting his probing, I allowed his exploration by degrees, opening my legs to his increasing pressure, until his hand was fully between my legs.

His breathing was heavy as he pushed the fabric of my skirt firmly against me.

My mouth open, slightly, I watched his face as his fingers explored me over the thick material, not realising that aside from my cotton blouse I was naked under it, and that his rubbing was almost directly against my wet pussy.

Someone had moved behind me by now and proceeded to unzip and unclasp my skirt. It fell away at my rear, held up at the front only by the hand between my legs.

"Undo your tie and blouse." A male voice, behind me.

I obeyed, removing my tie, then undoing the buttons on my blouse, pulling it from the waistband of my skirt, the friction as it was pulled between my sex and the hand fondling me, dragging across my clitoris, sending a hot jab of lust through me. As I did so, the man behind me was sliding a hand up my back, to where my bra strap would have been.

He stood very close to me and questioned, in my ear, so only I heard. "No bra, Andrea?"

I shook my head. My hips squirmed with the rubbing that my pussy was receiving from my other investigator, my breathing short, truncated. I swallowed but could not speak.

He placed his other hand lower at the small of my back, then slid it down, over the cotton fabric, which had fallen, just covering my bottom. Reaching the hem, he touched my naked upper thigh, then moved up, under the clothing, to discover my bottom, naked.

"No knickers!" he exclaimed, still in my ear but somewhat louder and more excitedly, whilst squeezing my left bottom cheek, his hand enveloping my soft and pliant flesh.

Again, I shook my head. The hard rubbing against my sex had made me immensely wet and was soaking the part of my skirt which, now my blouse had been pulled away, was being pressed directly against me, the rough fabric pushing between my labia, opening me. I watched my frontal explorer as he felt my wetness seeping through the fabric on his fingers.

"My, Andrea, you are very wet down there," he uttered, assuming it was through my knickers as well as my skirt.

My rearward explorer was moving his hand between my legs too, tracing between my wet labia from the other direction, finding I was very receptive, and slipping a finger into me. I raised slightly to his exploration, then sank, squirming against his entry. With his other hand, he pulled my school shirt from my shoulders, and I extracted my arms from the sleeves.

I watched the man in front of me as he realised: I was not wearing a bra.

"Oh, Andrea, coming here half undressed," he chastised.

You don't know the half, I thought to myself.

He moved his hand that had been on my waist up to my left breast and kneaded the small orb, pinching my nipple. He moved closer to me now, and I could feel his desire, hard in his trousers, desperate for release.

I reached down, undoing his zip, unclasping his belt, and pushing the button through the hole. His hand between my legs was pressing my skirt ever firmer against me. He could feel the others' hand there, as they both fingered and rubbed me, my wetness making me tremendously slippery.

"Let go for a second," I breathed to him. "Let me take my skirt off."

He obliged, and my skirt fell to the floor, revealing my nakedness. His eyes widened, as his trousers slipped down. He had already kicked his shoes off and set about removing his shirt.

My other partner now moved his other arm around my front, delving that hand down to feel me from both front and rear, he explored my clitoris with eager fingers, the hard button slipping between his digits. He moved further, to slip his middle finger in to join the one already inside me, lifting me like grappling hooks. I looked back over my shoulder and up at him. He planted a kiss on my lips, lifting me off my feet as he did so. I reciprocated, kissing him back, hard, full of desire, eager as he was to continue.

I glanced over to see Nicola having similar attention thrust upon her. Mr Spencely, along with two of the three women, and the third man, who was not involved with the defloration of me.

She was being propelled over to a settee, a leather, heavily buttoned Chesterfield type, with wide, flat arms and back.

They laid her over one arm, on her back, her legs pulled apart. Both Mr Spencely and one of the women delved their hands down to her sex. I heard Nicky groan loudly as they explored and invaded her with fingers.

The other woman had removed her skirt and knickers and was in the action of straddling Nicola's face. From my vantage point, I could not see everything. All I could see of Nicky were her legs akimbo and her crotch full of fingers.

Shortly, the same fate was meted out to me.

Pushed back, the settee arm hit the back of my knees, and I was on my back before I knew what had happened.

Looking up, the third woman was looking down at me, smiling. She held my shoulders flat to the heavily buttoned, cold leather. The heat of my body began to warm it under me. The cushioned parts groaned and creaked as I was manipulated and my legs pulled a little way apart, hands working between them, smearing my wetness all around my underparts and bottom; my other hole too, examined by a tentative finger.

For the short time I could see around me, I took a glance to my right. Nicola was prone, just as I was. Her legs held apart, under her knees, by the two other teachers, and Mr Spencely between them, his hands on her hips, banging her for all he was worth. Nicky's tummy moved up and down with his thrusts.

The woman who straddled her raised herself and adjusted her position on Nicky's face. I watched as she put a hand down to herself to feed her clit to Nicky's licking tongue. The connection made to her satisfaction she pressed herself again to Nicola, squirming against my friend's mouth, while she pinched and pulled at Nicky's nipples, then moving a hand down over Nicky's Venus mound to her cunnie.

My view was truncated by the same treatment.

The woman in my "party" still in her dress, slung her right leg over the settee arm I lay on, then lowered herself. I saw her naked sex, her muff, her labia slightly parted, the moist flesh, full and pink, her opening desirous of attention.

My vision was for but a moment as she pressed herself to me. My senses filled with her scent, her wetness, her heat. She proceeded to squirm against my face, wetting it with her juice.

I licked. My tongue worked between the soft, pliant labia, to connect with the firm muscles around her wet entrance. I lapped up her juice.

My arms were free to move, pushing my hands up under her dress, I reached around her full hips and gripped them. I felt her hands move down to my breasts. From there further down my torso to my loins, sliding around the tops of my inner thighs.

While I had been orally introduced to her sex, my crotch had been full of exploring fingers. Now, as I gave her cunnilingus, my female partner slid her hands to the backs of my knees and pulled them up and apart.

The unmistakable feeling of the wet arrowhead of an erect male pressed between my labia, up against my entrance; the stiffness of him as he pressed home to conquer me. My body yielded and he pushed his wide head into my opening, I felt myself stretch to accommodate his large weapon, I was tight for him, but very well lubricated by both my juice and his prodigious pre-cum. His invasion was considered and careful, but he still filled me thoroughly and my hands gripped my female lover's hips tightly as I experienced his control, his massive hardness burrowing inside and his mastering of me.

I wondered how long he was, as although he was taking me slowly it seemed to be going in a long way. I did not feel his loins or the tickle of pubic hair and still it went in. I waited for him to find my depth, holding my desire to bear down as best I could. I knew men loved to penetrate as deeply as possible, if they had the necessary equipment to do so.

He withdrew a little, then pressed in again, this time to his full length, or as far as he could, as his weapon's head met my cervix, withdrawing again, further this time, to push back in, to sound my depth.

Due to the penetration, I had lapsed my attention towards my female partner, and she squirmed against me to encourage my continued pleasuring of her.

I redoubled my efforts. I managed to get one hand around her front, and delving between her full thighs, down through her soft, puffy muff, I found her clit. The hard button protruded from its hood, and I rubbed it.

She rocked against my pressure, flattening herself tighter to my face as I stuck my tongue as far into her hot entrance as I could. I am a little tongue-tied so cannot penetrate a pussy orally very far, like Chrissie could, but I do what I can, and the juice flowing from the tunnel I was pleasuring testified I was at least adequate to the task. 

While I worked on her my male invader was by now thoroughly screwing my pussy. I felt her hands too down there, feeling his entry into me, exploring my clit, stroking my mound and just above it, pressing down to feel the invading staff moving within me, and giving me a seriously pleasurable feeling as her pressure from the outside met his from the inside, squashing me between them.

Hands gripped my hips, as the stiff member was thrust into my tight, wet tunnel. The careful and considered beginning to our union had rapidly dissolved into a thorough banging, my slight frame used roughly. His motion became more urgent, and I felt he was close to cumming. Within seconds the explosion happened, and his desire for me planted deep within.

As this happened to my lower half, my upper being engaged in giving delight in another fashion. My fingers slipped around the engorged clit they were rubbing. I pressed it between my index and middle finger, manipulating the hard nub rapidly, in a circular, then fore and aft, motion, increasing the speed and pressure as she moved inexorably towards orgasm.

Her tunnel opened as she reached climax, she bore down on my mouth, and I could get my tongue inside a little deeper.

She juddered above me, and I could hear and feel her groaning. I ate and rubbed her to fall over the edge of her cum. Bearing down on my face, she pressed her creamy pussy tightly against me for what seemed like an age, then, relaxing, she lifted herself, no doubt aware she was cutting off my air supply.

I was, to be honest, rather preoccupied with the attention my pussy was receiving to worry too much about a little thing like breathing.

My first lover had withdrawn after his orgasm and left me open and available to the next invasion.

Eager hands and fingers were delving around my sex, parting my labia wide, moving from there, up to my rubbery clit. I felt the wetness of the cum flowing from my cunnie being smeared all around my lower parts. It flowed out of me and down to my other tight hole, and a finger moved to explore me there. Lubricated by the viscous fluid, the digit slipped a short way inside my verge with no effort, moving circularly, stretching my puckered hole, then further inside.

I felt the sensation I had with Chrissie when she gave me an anal examination after the party.

The finger withdrew from my anus, and the wet arrowhead of my next partner parted my soft labia. With little preamble he pushed into me, at first not connecting properly, due to my hole being soaked. I felt it slide up twixt my wet lips and connect with my swollen clit. An adjustment in angle proved successful, and our union was made.

I felt him enter me, sliding easily, deep into my saturated tunnel, not as large as the first, but still filling me.

My female lover now lifted herself from me, deftly dismounting me like she was getting off a bicycle. I could look about me. First to see who was inside my pussy; it was the one who had explored me from behind and had the pleasure of discovering my state of undress. He smiled at me.

"Good girl, Andrea," he uttered, between pressing into me. "You look so hot with Miss Gregg's love juice all over your pretty face."

"Oh, Sir!" I groaned as I looked down at our connection.

My Venus mound glistened with the semen which had been spread around it, his hands firmly keeping my hips secure, pulling me onto him, then pushing me back as he withdrew. The sensation of him inside me, filling me, controlling me, was heavenly.

"This is the result of not wearing any knickers, Andrea," he continued. "You make us force our attention upon you!

"It's your fault!" He managed to utter, just about, as he felt a particularly nice sensation of my pussy gripping him tightly upon hearing his words. Such a bad girl. Such a good girl.

I looked over to Nicky, who lay there, holding her legs wide apart, laughing.

Someone between them, one of the women? Going down to eat her? No; someone with a camera! Another man had appeared whilst I was incapacitated, bringing the photographic equipment.

He was naked and about to introduce his hard member to Nicola's mouth.

I watched as she rolled her head towards him, releasing her left leg and taking him in hand. The female teacher who had the camera moved attention to Nicky's face, clicking away as my friend took the swollen bulb to her lips, then slipped it a short way inside her mouth. Her cheek bulged. The man stroked Nicky's head as she pleasured him orally.

The third lady, who was naked, now sat on the sofa and turned her attention to me.

"My, you are in a state, my dear," she opened her conversation as I writhed on the rampant shafting I was receiving.

Close to climax, arching my back as it began to envelop me, all I could do was groan a low, "Mmh, M'ss," in reply.

Then the wave washed over me. I drowned in climatic endorphins.

I juddered uncontrollably against my male invader; my forceful motion made him grip my hips tighter as he struggled to maintain the rate of screwing me to his satisfaction.

Miss then traced a finger from my tummy, down over my wet mound, between my camel toe, to rest on my quivering clitoris.

"Some punishment for a bad girl, I think, Mr Greeves," she announced. "Cumming before her teacher, whatever next!"

She proceeded to rub my engorged and highly sensitive nub. Already in a state of ecstasy, I was pressed into another realm, not just floating but flying, as if I were being jettisoned from a cannon.

I could not draw breath, I gasped manically, desperate to regain control of my most basic motor action. I coughed and spluttered as the massive thrusts of both my male lover and my uncontrolled orgasm knocked the air from my body.

She kept on with her rapid rubbing, adding now her pinching of my rubbery nipples, and I felt the world closing in, darkness appearing at the periphery of my vision, I was blacking out.Desperate for air, my mouth wide open in an almost soundless scream, I uttered a slight but long cry as the orgasm ebbed and flowed over me.

"Ughh, mmh," my eyes screwed half closed, held prisoner to my own body's pleasure.

Unaware now of what was happening, my hearing was distant, sight a tunnel vision, only the shock of the thrusting cock rocking me backwards and forwards.

Then, snap!

Back into full technicolour, I was released.

I opened my eyes wide and took the biggest gulp of air I had ever taken.

I gazed about me. My male lover was creaming his desire into me. I could feel his cock pumping the last jet of cum deep within my cunnie.

I had been punished for taking pleasure before my teacher. Some punishment.

The prosecutor looked down at me.

"You see, Andrea, your teacher's pleasure is paramount," she began. "You must learn to control your body, to allow him, or her, or them, to enjoy you," she continued.  "You are a vessel of delight, to gratify them."

I enjoyed sex far too much to be able to do that, I thought to myself.

"Yes, Miss," was all I could muster in reply.

"Good," she replied, smiling. She slipped her fingers into my mouth. "Taste yourself, Andrea, mixed with your lovers' gifts to you, their love for you made fluid."

I sucked, oh, the delicious flavours! Mine, I knew so well, I loved to taste myself during and after masturbating, mixed now with the thick creamy juice of the men's semen, salty, unctuous, some sticky and gloopy from beginning to dry on my tummy.

Removing the digits from my mouth she dipped them into my open, sodden cunt, taking the liquid from my sex and feeding it into my willing mouth.

My eyes were half open, glowing from the intense orgasms. I was dimly aware of the camera to my left, capturing the actions. Focused on my face as I was fed the consequences of the sexual unions I had received.

"Look at the camera, Andrea," Miss commanded.

I did so, and the shutter snapped several times.

It then moved its concentration to my lower half. My legs apart, the left hanging over the side of the settee arm, the right much further to one side, bent sharply at the knee, with my heel on the seat.

Reaching over me, Miss took hold of me under my left knee and lifted it up and apart to match the right. The camera clicked. My wanton, post-orgasmic form captured.

"Open yourself for the camera, Andrea," she commanded.

I slipped one hand down to myself, underneath her, as she rested partly across me, leaning against the bulbous settee arm, her large left tit lolled against my tummy, I began to slide two fingers in, to part my lips.

"No! Use two hands, girl," looking back at me, she chastised. "Open yourself wide."

I obeyed, sticking my fore and middle fingers from each hand inside, I pulled myself open.

"That's better," Miss praised. "Now we can see everything you have."

She moved her right hand down to trace between my stretched labia and pressed her middle finger into my open slit.

I could hear the camera shutter clicking. It made me tingle all over, being exhibited like this, my secrets being captured. I could feel arousal awakening, the suggestion of climatic pleasure becoming ever clearer.

Deciding she wanted me to pleasure her orally, Miss proceeded to mount me in the same manner my previous female partner had done.

Settling against my face, my shoulders between her thighs, she reached down to hold my forearms so I could not easily remove my fingers from keeping my sex open.

Unable to move to hold her hips, I was at her mercy as to how she sat on my face. She rubbed her sex over my face, pressing her opening to my nose, then moving forward a little to connect her clit with my mouth. I took the hint and licked, then sucked, the rubbery teat.

I could hear her groan as I worked on the centre of her pleasure. Her increasing wetness intensified my feelings of arousal. My already soaked and used pussy must have been oozing juice, the spring from whence it came being held open.

After a short time, she dismounted me. I assumed I was to bring her to climax orally, but she had other ideas.

"I want cock inside me," she announced, looking around to find a ready erection.

Now I could see what was happening again, the men had mostly taken as much of their pleasure as they could for now, each having fully explored either Nicola or me. Two lolled on the settee beside me, with soft dickys. The one nearest to me slid a hand over my damp tummy, kneading my right breast, we smiled at each other weakly.

"Oh Andrea, you are so lovely," he whispered, then slipped his hand down between my open legs, to explore my sodden pussy." And so very wet," he added, delving fingers into me.

However, Miss spotted Mr Spencely was becoming aroused, and she went to him.

"Have me, Stephen," she urged.

Taking his hand, she returned to me, I had propped myself up on my left elbow, to bend to kiss the man beside me, and had closed my legs on his hand that worked its magic between them.

"Stop annoying Mr Preston and part those legs again, Andrea," Miss demanded.

I did as asked. Mr Preston removed his hand. I noted he was beginning to harden.

"Wider!" She ordered.

I opened them more, and she moved between them, bending down and pressing herself onto me. I had to lie flat as she rested all her weight upon me. I put my arms around her, her large breasts squashed to my petite ones. Our nipples kissed for an instant before hers fell to each side of me. I pulled my legs up and around her waist, my heels pressed tight against her soft bottom. She enveloped me.

One hand on the settee back, the other holding my right shoulder, she and I waited for her to be serviced.

Mr Spencely, Stephen, assumed the position behind her, and as our faces were inches apart, I watched her as she felt him enter her. Her expression, a slight grimace, but of pure pleasure, her mouth open, her tongue licking her lips, her eyes closing as he invaded her, and a smile appearing as he sunk fully into her.

She looked down at me.

I felt his pressure, pushing her against me, rocking me as she was propelled forwards with his thrust, my open legs in such a position that, as she slid on top of me her Venus mound rubbed against my clit and labia. Her tits on either side of my face now, I felt horniness building yet again.

My right arm was now pulled to my right, and I felt my hand being guided; I could guess where. Sure enough, it connected with the semi-stiff tool of Mr Preston. Taking the suggestion, I enveloped it as best I could with my hand, feeling the rapidly growing knob with my slim forefinger and thumb. I eased my hand up the shaft, then pulled it back down, gently squeezing, but allowing the weapon to force my grip open. He began to ride my palm, and I allowed him his way, holding my hand still, gripping and releasing as I felt his desire mounting. He held my wrist as he rode my hand.

As this continued, I was covered by a very hot Miss, Mr Spencely's hands were around her waist, and I could feel his balls knock against the underside of my bottom as he pushed fully into her. The squelch of their union, her perspiration now wetting my torso. By looking under her left arm, I could just see his head if he leaned over her.

She was groaning and huffing as he pressed his desire into her, and she lowered herself to me, her tits pressed to my face. I sucked her large, hard nipples as best I could. They flopped around and were hard to control. As she climaxed, I felt her juddering, rocking her hips sideways to get more from the stiff invasion, she moaned a sigh into my mouth.

Mr Spencely was getting close to cumming too I imagined. Now came the reason for my position in the threesome. As he was nearing climax he deftly withdrew from Miss and pressed himself between us. My cunt lips open, he slipped along the length of me, his arrowhead pressed to my hole, which he must have felt against his sensitive knob, but as my legs were pulled up with my cunnie perpendicular he was not in a position to enter me. Instead he rode along my underparts, my wet hole, and Miss's muff, hitting my sensitive clit, withdrawing and pushing between us again, reaching my opening this time to cum his seed over my cunnie and mound, and Miss's muff.

I felt his lush, hot cream run over me.