Date: Tue, 18 Jan 2005 08:32:23 -0800 (PST)
From: eloise artois <eloise_artois@yahoo.com>
Subject: recollections 3 lesbian adult youth

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Recollections 3 - The riding of Lady Francis

My first night with Mathilde was a romantic adventure, from the early
chapters you will have deduced that I have had a small introduction into
lesbian sex in both loving and lustful ways but I had never in my 14 years
had I experience the romance that Mathilde lavished on me. I was dropped
with Madam with a recommendation to relax and enjoy myself. I had only
really known two women Marie and Madam and had never really been away from
then during any sexual adventure. My time with Mathilde was one night of
lustful sex and Madam was in the same house and close by keeping an eye on
me. I was extremely nervous since now I was supposed to spend equal time
with Mathilde as with Madam. Mathilde was nothing but a great seducer and
realized I would be in a panic not only about the new and strange house,
people, but our involvement as well and was well aware that our night of
passion was a result of a orgy of lust that by chance paired us of
together.

 Madam had told me that Matilde intended to take me out to a very expensive
restaurant to celebrate me joining her household and I was in a panic about
the "date" tonight. Not that I did not want to go, but what to wear, I had
nothing that sounded suitable for a high class restaurant After putting up
with me for most of the morning, madam phone Mathilde, Mathilde phone two
of her friends and sent me to have hair, facial, waxing, makeup and
whatever at a beauty salon then on to boutique for a new little dress. I
found out later that Mathilde had instructed that I looks my age or younger
and the dress should be black classy and short. She said I would pick her
up from the boutique at 5pm and take me back to her house to prepare for
the evening. My small suitcase would be sent on ahead.

All the occupants chattering away like small insects greeted my arrival at
the beauty salon and I wondered what they new about me, but t was due to my
previous school uniform that I still retained ankle socks, and sensible
shoes. I was not to know that this salon especially catered for a lesbian
cliental and my youth and beauty was having a natural effect on the lesbian
deviates in attendance and as the manageress took me to the private room
booked by Mathilde many a lady, some old enough to be my Grandmamma, let me
view up their skirts. I saw more pussies in that short walk than I had seen
previously in my whole sexual life, hairy, trimmed, part shaved, totally
shaved, blond black and one delightfully ginger. The effect this had on me
was noticeable as I blushed bright crimson and the chattering began
again. When the manageress announced that I was there on the instructions
of Mathilde Dubois the chattering changed to envious abuse at the fortunes
of Mathilde. All of this swept over my head in a wave of embarrassment, but
one lady kept smiling in a knowing way, she was about 25, very slim, very
mannish looking, with short-cropped blond hair, no noticeable breasts and
wearing a tennis-type short skirt and my view as she "accidentally" opened
and closed her legs was of a fully shaved pussy with a largish clit and as
I raised my eyes to look her in the face she smiled even more because she
new I was watching her cunt.

I the private room I was efficiently stripped of my uniform, cotton undies
and socks, buffed, waxed everywhere (the women laughed at my squeals and
the cloths were ripped of), oiled, massaged, pedicured, my pores steamed
and eventually ejected into the main salon wit a simple wrap around that
did nothing to hide my embarrassment. Here my hair was washed cut, waved
and set, during this process when I was laid backwards over the basin
having the waving perm neutralized. The shorthaired woman came to talk to
me as she was leaving the shop. She looked at me assessed my position and
opened my wrap around, looked at my pussy and said, "I like yours too" then
replaced the folds. She introduced herself as Miss Jones saying she was the
games mistress at St James' Academy for Girls and she would be seeing more
of me, all this had taken but a second, not noticed by anyone and I
regretted staring so openly at her very nice cunt.

When the beauty preparations were complete I looked a cross between Shirley
Temple and a young harlot with ooooodles of sophistication thrown in and I
received another round of chattering from a completely new group of
customers but this time I kept my head down and looked at no pussies. I was
returned to the back of the house again and was presented to an elegantly
dressed woman of about 40 who had brought lots and lots of dresses. We were
left alone and she removed my wrap and told me to twirl, which I did nude
with all the elegance of may ballet training. This brought an intake of
breath and a sneaky caress of my pussy, which made me giggle childishly,
another intake of breath and more abuse at Mathilde's good fortune and a
threat of extracting full cost for all items purchased. This made me feel
very important.

I ended up with six new dresses and skirts, absolutely no underwear and
that day was the last time I wore underwear except when it was absolutely
necessary. The final one was a very elegant small black number, modest
front and length but a dangerously low back and split to mid thigh for the
date. I looked 20 going on 12. These were packed away and I left in a light
summer dress that floated on the slightest breeze much to my embarrassment,
I am sure it was her revenge since I would not be hers and I struggled to
keep it down over my petite arse.

I arrived at Matilde's house to be met by her two "servants", one I had met
previously if you remember. This was the first insight into Matilde's and
what was to be my lifestyle. These girls were young and beautiful but
totally subservient and wore short-skirted uniform that showed
everything. I was told that Madam DuBois was getting ready and they were
there to help me get ready. I had been allocated a room next to Mathilde
with a connecting door and with my own huge bathroom. They stripped me of
the simple dress and help me into the bath washed me all over, rinsed,
dried and rubbed me vigorously with a huge towel, they then assisted in my
make-up, which I had little experience in, taking care to emphasise not
hide my youth. Finally I was ready and with a cloud of expensive perfume
they slipped my new black dress on that set my legs and small breasts off a
treat and naked beneath they led me down the stairs to the lounge.

I had just made the bottom when Mathilde made her entrance. She wore a
short floating pink dress that supported her full boobs so she did not need
a bra and as she floated down the stairs I saw that she had forgot to put
on her panties as well. We left for the car and I bounced into the car all
nerves and excitement.

The restaurant was small select and totally gay cliental, it was a
converted house set in its own grounds, so we were not bothered, although
several of Mathilde's gay friends came over to say hello. The conversation
was good with her listening and gazing into my eyes, most of the time. I
told her I had not been with many women, this I said with a full blush up
from between my breasts. We held hands and flirted, it was really sweet and
romantic.

The dinner went well and with a nice red wine I relaxed, we talked about
many things life, hope and dreams, disappointments and then we got round to
sex, she held my hand and squeezed her reassurance and I squeezed back and
looked deep into her eyes. We went to the house for a nightcap it was still
only 11.30pm. When we arrived at the house Mathilde looked into my eyes and
kissed me at first slow, teasing with her tongue and then passionately I
responded, I played with her tits and slipped the straps of her shoulder,
she had a black wonder bra on, she did the same to me, she struggled a bit
and my dress flowed and pooled at my feet she gasped when she realized I
was naked beneath and I tried to take her back in my arms but she wanted to
look. Were you like that at the restaurant I said yes WOW was all she could
reply and fell back into my arms.

Mathilde's dress soon joined mine on the floor, her pussy was not totally
shaved only trimmed an shaved beneath, I normally I like shaved pussies but
I will make this one exception especially like now when it accepted my
probing fingers with a deep kiss.

She suggested we went inside and we sat on the couch, she wanted to look at
my shaved pussy and I laid back and opened my legs wide, this got an oh!!
It tuned me on as well and I played a little and she gave another little
oh!! She held me tight and kissed me again and moved her lips down to my
nipples and then began moving down, She continued to masturbate me, with
her finger flicking my clit, she was still kissing me as I relaxed and gave
her greater access.

She inserted one and then two fingers and commenced finger fucking me very
fast whilst butting her thumb against my clit. Within a few seconds of this
assault my breathing increased and I lay back with legs opened wide, she
played me like a violin, keeping me just below my threshold, by slowing her
hands, but kissing deeper then when the breathing slowed slightly
increasing hand speed and relaxing on the kiss. This lasted for about 12
minute when she could not control me anymore and my climax started and she
increased speed to her limit. I gripped her arm so hard I left marks and
with my body rigid my cum arrived with a head back cry that was almost a
scream. (I was worried about the neighbors) My pussy was very wet and as
the scream wound down I collapsed back into the couch and burst into tears
with the ecstasy.

We were both covered in sweat with the sexual exertions so she led me to
the bathroom and the already prepared bath. It is a large six-foot diameter
sunken bath, filled with hot water, bubbles. Candles surrounded it, and
romantic music was playing, the lights were dimmed, the champagne was iced,
the seduction strategy was superb. We slipped into the bath together,
lowering ourselves gingerly into the hot water together. Mathilde took me
in her arms and surprise surprise my pussy again. I of course acted my
normal shy self for exactly .000001 of a second, (well I do not want to be
considered easy) before opening my legs wide and thrusting my hips onto her
fingers and asking for more, I returned the favor and we went through each
individual finger until I had what I wanted my little fist deep in her
cunt. I humped away making mini tidal waves and placed my other hand on her
clit, I knew she was hooked, with fist, wriggle fingers, fist, rub clit
action I brought her off very quickly.

Then it was her turn, Mathilde sat me on the edge, washed the soap of with
the hand shower and made me pull my pussy lips wide part, my clit popped
out, it was beautiful. She increased the water pressure in the shower and
jiggled it over my clit, inserting one then two fingers and finally her
small one up my arse. I was so horny and lusting for her again that it was
a miracle I did not cum at the first full penetration (I always play hard
to get for the first five seconds). We cuddled and soaked washed and buffed
whilst we recovered and then we went to the bedroom

We cuddled some more and she sucked my clit finally positioning me for 69,
when she had me panting and wet again she slipped on a strap-on and with my
involuntary little Oh!! In her ears she climbed in between my legs,
inserted slowly I was so wet from all her attention and it slid home
easily. Matilde increased the rhythm until she was fucking me hard, with
all the pussy squelching and pelvic percussion slaps as accompaniment. I
bucked like a bronco and again my climax was loud and passionate. After she
held me so tight I could not breathe with her dildo still deep in my cunt.

The morning found me refreshed and alive with vigor, Mathilde had left
early so I wandered back to my room to find one of the servants waiting she
had run my bath and she eased me in, The warm water stung my pussy, which
was red from last night exertions. But this was soon remedied by her
applying a soothing balm but I thought she spent longer than necessary
rubbing it, but it gave my clit a delightful tingle so I did not mind. My
hair was brushed and I was dressed in another anti gravity skirt that
floated up to waist level at every opportunity, sometimes only by people
looking at it. I went to find Mathilde.

She was sat on the lawn having breakfast and she smiled as I walked towards
her with my skirt floating level with my waist. I smiled but did not pull
it down and let my pussy on open display to my new lover. We kissed and she
inserted a finger in my cunt and licked my juices. Both servants, their too
short skirts showing pink plump cunts, served us. We were left alone to
smooch and giggle like two school girls, well one school girl and a deviant
lesbian but I was not complaining.

Mathilde had to go into town and I was left to my own devices. I explored
the house and grounds, settled my self in to my new room put out all my
soft toys and other keepsakes. Mathilde had left me a note that read: -

"The servants must clean and wash, if you can keep an eye on them and if
you are not satisfied or they do not do what you tell them quick enough use
this once on their bottoms"

Attached to the note was a small riding crop made out of fine leather. This
sounded interesting, I tried it on my hand and it stung, Goodie I was going
to enjoy myself. I stalked the house, eventually I found one on her hands
and knees polishing the floor, her arse was in the air and her pink tush
and pussy was on display and a welcome sight it was as well. She sensed me
behind and turned. "Is the new young mistress not satisfied with my work" I
did not know what to say. She continued "If it is not to your satisfaction
you must punish me" and she turned and raised her arse even more, this was
too much to resist and I gave her a half hearted switch across her arse, it
did not even leave a mark. To this she replied, "Oh mistress is too kind
that did not hurt at all, let me show my loyalty. With that she swung round
and buried her face into my pussy. I shouted "stop, stop" and stung her
twice more. This time I was surprised to see two thin red marks on her
bottom. I spent the rest of the day finding fault, delivering punishments
and receiving loyalty. By the time Mathilde returned I was tired out. Being
a deviant is hard work on a young girl.

Mathilde announced we would be having a guest but she would not be joining
us for dinner. This confused me but I went along. I was told to wait in my
room at about7.00pm. A servant took me to Mathilde's bathing area. I was
stripped, washed, buffed and scrubbed in a low shower with a seat, which I
later found out was in the Japanese style and when my skin was glowing I
was led to a deep pool very hot bath totally surrounded by candles, the
servant then left.

There was a swish of silk and Mathilde lowered herself into the pool and
into my arms. It was hot and steamy and I am not talking about the
water. She used her exquisite technique on me, including a beautiful joint
scissor pussy rubbing session and I tried my best with her and hopefully
achieved some success at giving her pleasure. I was loud and noisy (I could
not help it) whilst she was constrained but passionate.

She again complimented me on my climactic scream, which she called my
spirit release. It was such a polite way of commenting on me screaming the
bloody house down. We relaxed but water was everywhere. We stood in the
water like two of Botichelli's Venus and dried each other and led me to her
bedroom.

Now my nervousness took butterfly flight that started in my stomach flew to
my throat and then shot to my pussy. The room was warm and scented. She
asked me to stand and close my eyes. She folded my arms behind my back and
secured them with a simple fastener, she ran her nails over all my body,
missing the main erogenous zones. My nipples hardened, my clit stood, and
my body was covered in goose bumps. She then stood behind me and reached
around and played with my nips snaking down to my clit, moved to my side
and explored my anus. By now every touch sent shivers through my body and I
jumped and twitched when her nails made little pinching nips on my back
buttocks and inner thighs. She stopped suddenly and my body continued
jerking for several seconds. She smiled at my movements and my obvious lust
for her. I tried to say something but it came out just a groan.

She smiled and returned to the left side position and straddled my leg and
wrapped her right leg around me I felt her pussy and wetness on my thigh as
she proceeded to rub herself on my leg, she inserted a long nailed finger
in my anus and reached for my clit. She said "now you can scream again my
child"

During my young life I thought I have tried every position and considered
myself experienced but this position was not only new but blew my mind, her
grip on my clit was as perfect as before. Again the uncontrollable scream
came followed quickly by the shuddering orgasm. I collapsed and was being
held up just by my arse and clit. She moved me to her bed and laid me on my
stomach. Whilst I watched her she slipped on a strap-on and moved to my
rear, a roll cushion was put under my hips and my arse lifted I was slowly
penetrated and fucked to a constantly changing rhythm with long powerful
loud pelvic slaps as she thrust home with surprising strength the spirits
rose again and escaped more with a sigh this time.

Removing the strap-on and turning me over she whispered "me now Ellie" and
she straddled my face and I felt the wetness and the smell of musk, Soft
words were spoken and I felt a new hand started to ease its way into my
cunt, when several fingers were in and fucking me she commenced literally
to fuck my face. It was beautiful and lasted several minutes before she
came and her cry was like a bird song I came soon after again and when she
rose off me the strange hand was gone.

She then laid me down on my back, placed my arms behind my head, legs wide
as possible and straddled my right leg, leaving her right hand free to idly
scratch at my clit with her long fingernail.

She whispered in my ear "Ellie this is for your enjoyment" and screens
along the wall at the foot of the bed slid open. I thought it was a window
but it was into a separate room. There, tied naked, standing and
spread-eagled to the wall was a mature woman. I recognized her as Lady
Francis by her large body alone and I had a suspicion who the strange hand
had belonged to the previous night. The woman had on a rubber hood that
totally covered her eyes and ears and I knew she could not see or hear any
thing She was being whipped by the two servant girls, the whipping
continued, paying special attention to her pussy and breasts until they
became flushed with blood. The girls then commenced scratching her all over
especially the inner thigh and upper arm. It was obvious that the woman was
enjoying herself her pussy was wet and she moaned in pleasure. So was I and
with Mathilde's manipulations and the joyous sight before me she brought me
close to climax only to let me fall, then to rise again. Both girls had now
straddled her thighs and were rubbing their pussy juices into to her skin,
whilst they finger fuck cunt and arse. They also would not give her release
and I was allowed to come twice more before she was satiated and vibrantly
groaned her final release. The screens closed, the lights dimmed further
and I fell asleep in Mathilde's arms, still with her fingers in me.

 I awoke alone to be again washed, buffed and scrubbed before going down
for breakfast this time on the terrace. A wondrous sight awaited me
Mathilde was dressed completely in a black shiny cat suit with high, high
heels that covered her from head to foot. She signaled to one of the
servant girls who brought me a smaller version and assisted me in putting
it on. It was tight but stretched and adjusted neatly to my body
shape. There were zips and panels all over the place but especially for
each breast, buttocks and pussy. At present these were closed. Mathilde
looked at me and expressed her satisfaction. It made me feel very sensual
and somehow powerful. We sat and ate breakfast.

Mathilde then said: -

"We had an agreement in you Fathers study and I confirmed the arrangement
of you previous explicit request, for all of today that request will be
fulfilled, I hope to both your amusement and my satisfaction"

With this she led me into a large room that had no furniture, only a
thickly piled carpet. But what was most surprising was there in the middle
of the floor was a large almost naked female, who could only be Lady
Francis. I looked at Mathilde and she said: -

 "Yes my child she is yours for the day ride her as you will"

She handed me a black strap-on with an absolutely enormous rubber cock that
matched my outfit. One of the servants came to assist and deftly removed
the panel covering my pussy, stepping into the strap-on she pulled it up
and I found that there were internal insertions for my cunt and arse with a
rough front to stimulate my clit. As she strapped it tightly on so it
became one with the suit and the insertions slipped into my welcoming
holes. The last duty was to open my pussy lips to expose my clit to the
specific panel and it was strapped on tight.

I had been watching Lady Francis, on her hands and knees, her big arse
open, pussy dew on her lips, she was wearing long boots over her knees, a
small saddle back on her hips with no rear edge, with stirrups laying on
her sides. There was a bridle and blinkers and her hair was through a head
mask pulled through into a ponytail. He saddle was part of a corset that
pinched her waist and thrust out her enormous breasts.

I walked around enjoying each site and angle and looked questionably at
Mathilde. She was seated in a large throne like chair, both breast and
pussy panels had been removed exposing her cunt, arse and breasts. One
servant girl was behind her playing with her breasts and pinching the
nipples, the other was knelt in front showing her loyalty to her mistress'
cunt and anus. Her advice to me was: -

"Insert your cock where you will, half lay and sit on the saddle, use the
stirrups to support you, use the bridle to steer and the crop for speed and
ride child ride"

I needed no more urging and to the slurping sounds of the servants devotion
I rammed the black cock into the huge pussy climbed on board and with two
cuts of the whip had Lady Francis galloping round the room. My position and
her movement meant that she was fucking herself as she was impaled on the
large dildo. Not only this but also my rides gait was rubbing my clit and
teasing my holes most delightfully and when ever she faltered a few sharp
cuts with the crop soon had her galloping again. The first ride lasted for
about 30mins due to her size and strength and my petite frame. I had come
twice and the first made me nearly fall off, but after my second Lady
Francis came with an enormous sob and collapsed. Just to show her who was
the master I slipped backwards and continued to fuck her for another minute
before leaving her collapsed on the floor. The servant girls rushed to her
aid led her to water and helped her recover. The riding continued on and
off all the day and I fucked both her arse and cunt several times.

I cannot ride a horse today without vividly remembering that day and other
subsequent rides with lady Francis in fact I often climax with no more
stimulation than the feel of the saddle and the movement of the horse, much
to my lovers surprise, and more than once I have slowly slipped of the
horse to the concern of the riding instructor. I therefore have the
reputation of being a bad rider. How little they know!!

The next morning followed the same routine up to a point for when I
returned to my room from the bath there was a school uniform laid out for
me. It consisted of a white shirt, short pleated tartan skirt, and with
matching tie white ankle socks black shoes and white cotton panties. I
looked in panic at the servants who just giggled at my panic. Mathilde came
in and announced that I had been enrolled in the St James' Academy for
Girls and this was my first day. After breakfast she took me to school, it
was an ancient castle set in its own extensive grounds and with a long
drive from the nearest road. I was introduces to Madam Anne Smith the head
mistress, she was 30ish, dark skinned of Italian decent with dark hair,
lovely eyes and a beautiful figure. There I was abandoned by my love and
Madam Smith took me into the assembly where I found a position at the end
of the senior girls line.

The girls were aged from twelve to sixteen and of all nationalities; they
filled the ancient beamed hall. On the stage were aligned the staff and
smiling down at me was the woman from the hairdresser, she was still
wearing the same type of short tennis skirt and top but this time her knees
were placed tight together. Her smile was a knowing smile. I asked the girl
next to me who she was she said she was Miss Karen Jones the physical
training, games and gym mistress. Next to her was another face I
recognized, this turned out to be the school doctor, Dr Carlson, and it was
the ginger pussy also from the hairdressers. Neither of these shocks
prepared me for the next shock.

In the back of my mind I heard the head mistress introducing the
Chairperson of the board of Governors with the name my mouth dropped open
and onto the stage walked Lady Francis, dressed completely differently from
when I had last seen her. Her eyes met mine for a fleeting second and then
she started her speech. It was about morals, good behavior and following
civilized manners. Yes I thought it's a bit different to what you do with
young girls and to be honest she did look a bit embarrassed saying it and
would not look me in the eye either.

At the end of the speech she commenced to announce this years school
prefects. As each girl's name was called they went on the stage to collect
their badges and blazers as these were handed over the girls special duties
were announced. Then I heard my name I did not believe it all the other
prefects were 15 or over, I just stood there until someone pushed me
forward. Lady Francis had the decency to blush as she handed over my tokens
of office and announce to the school that my special duties would be to
assist the games mistress, Miss Jones and Dr Crystal Carson the school
doctor. Miss Jones and the doctor were openly expressing their pleasure at
this directive; I found out later they were close friends. I was introduced
to Dr Carlson she was also 30ish, a mane of red blonde hair. She had a big
build and large breasts of possible Scandinavian origin and strikingly
beautiful. I suddenly realized she had been the red bush I had seen at the
salon. She contrasted beautifully with Miss Karen Jones' age of 25, thin,
mannish looking physique, short-cropped hair and small breasts.

After assembly I was shown the prefect rooms and introduced to the other
prefects, there were ten in all and as I said before I was the
youngest. Our teaching schedule was explained and classes located. I will
not bore you with the school day, it was the same as always except
discipline appeared to be strict and the rate of tuition kept me interested
and kept me on my toes. My extra curricular activities began at three in
the afternoon, firstly with Miss Jones then afterwards with Dr Carlson.

My duties with the Games Mistress entailed the supervision of the junior
girls gym and of course showers. On the first day of duties I was allocated
to prevent horse play in the showers and Miss Jones caught me watching the
junior girls run by naked, leaning on a wall at chest height I was in a
school uniform with cotton panties. She caught me unawares and squeezed my
pussy hard through my panties. It brought tears to my eyes but I did not
give any sign of discomfort.

Miss Jones - "do you like what you see" Me - "yes Miss Jones" Miss Jones -
"come into my office girl"

I followed behind meekly not knowing if my honest answer was the correct
one and what my fate would be. In her office she closed and locked the
door. She led me to a wall covered by curtains; dimming the lights she drew
the curtains. Before me was a one way mirror allowing a view into the girls
showers but they could only see their own reflections. Unsupervised the
horse play had commenced and I had a clear view of pussies being squeezed,
flicked and probed and nipples being pinched as well as the normal towel
flicking, shower drenching that naughty school girls will get into.

Miss Jones - "every day you will come here and monitor unobserved, you will
identify the ones that show an unnatural lesbian attraction to their fellow
students and report them to me. You have also to select you 'junior' to
assist you in every day requirements. Is that understood"?

Me - "yes Miss Jones" and with another squeeze of my pussy she was gone.

I watched the sight before me 30 young girls, all naked, one beautiful
angelic blond was being ragged more than others. She was the center of
attention receiving slaps and pinches her little buttocks and pussy lips
were red, but the more they did the more she seemed to enjoy it, I marked
her down for my 'junior' noted the names of the other participants and
reported them to Miss Jones.

I caught the angelic one who was named Chrissie and told her what I had
seen and how I left her out of my report. She appeared relieved, little did
she know. The next morning the reported list was read out in class and the
guilty were condemned to Miss Jones for punishment. Chrissie mouthed 'thank
you' and I told her to be at my study room at 4pm. The punishment consisted
of all of them being forced to run naked around the gym and as the passed
Miss Jones she used a thin switch to speed their buttocks on their way. At
the beginning this was difficult to do but as the laps became more onerous
the switch caught them more often. At the end of the session all had
several red lines on their bottoms. This process continued every day with
numbers slowly diminishing until order was returned to the shower area. At
the end of the week Miss Jones called me into her study, she was naked and
said I could have an award. It appeared I could choose the dildo to be used
on me. I naturally chose the smallest and to my consternation she ignored
my choice and selected and donned the largest. She then proceeded to strip
me, tie me over the gymnastic horse face down and proceed to fuck me with
vigor and determination. My initial fear turned naturally to pleasure as
the long dildo slipped in and out of my cunt. My cries of joy were stifled
by the use of her gym knickers being stuffed into my mouth.

This lasted for about 20 minutes until I came for the second time releasing
me I was the required to do tongue service to her by now engorged and open
pussy. I tried all the techniques I had learned by my considerable number
of lovers but she was able to resist and only came when she decided the
time was right. This process now became routine for the rest of the school
year and I began to look forward to my Friday afternoon fuck session with
Miss Jones. Whatever dildo I picked she always chose another and she had a
large and varied variety and eventually she used every one on me several
times each.

Miss Jones was also responsible for the punishment of all girls who had
committed a misdemeanor that required physical punishment, all of course to
maintain discipline in the school. My duties were to hold the girl over the
gym horse whilst miss Jones stripped the girl from the waist down and
applied the punishment, which varied from a thin cane to a paddle depending
on the crime. I was also in charge of the 'get out of jail' negotiations
that resulted in even my free days and nights full of eager young girls
willing to offer all forms of corruption to get out of punishment. This was
course with Miss Jones full permission since it meant I would have to
satisfy her lusts as well and if certain girls I lusted after would not
co-operate, she obliged with a sever caning to ensure full agreement to my
suggestions next time the opportunity arose. I am sure some of the girls
misbehaved on purpose either to have their bum warmed or to get into my
cunt.

Chrissie on the other hand was my toy. On her first day I taught to lick my
cunt and tongue fuck me and all my private study periods were spent with
her under my desk eating away. I must have worked since I eventually passed
with honors. Her favorite was to insert a double dildo, which I had
borrowed from Miss Jones into my cunt and then bounced up and down on my
lap with the other end in her cunt. She was most energetic and athletic in
achieving her own climax, then she would return to tongue service me.  This
now became the routine and a major factor in my life at the St James
Academy for Girls, the other major factor in my school life was my duties
with Dr Carlson Here I was also introduced to her right hand (wo)man Nurse
Peters. Although she had an English name she was black with close-cropped
hair. She was large and very well build, large breasts and powerful in
stature. She reminded me of an amazon warrior and she her presence
dominated any room she came into.

My first duties was my own examination, where, completely nude my health
was tested, quiet comments were made regarding my shaved pussy. All was
normal until the gynecological examination and it quickly became obvious
that medical criteria had been abandoned. The stirrups were opened to
ensure the maximum stretch of my legs, as you know my dancing had made me
very flexible and complements were now made as I was gently eased into a
full split. This opened my shaved pussy making my little clit stand out
between my lips. It then became Nurse Peter's responsibility to test my
nipple reaction and Dr Carlson was intent of measuring the growth factor of
my clit under various stimulations. I immediately saw the benefit to
medical science and gave it my full attention. Half reclined in the full
split being given full attention by two gorgeous white coated women was
divine. I will never forget the look on Nurse Peters face when I slipped my
hand in her uniform and released her enormous breast I believe up to then
that she believed I believed the con, but she recovered well and thrust her
breast into my face.

All pretence of examination went out of the window as both scrabbled for an
orifice to probe Dr Carlson pulled rank and commandeered my pussy Nurse
Peters was very happy with my anus and they fingered me to my first
climax. I was then physically carried to the first aid rest room where they
stripped and double teamed me. As Nurse Peters stripped I was amazed by the
strength of her body and she moved me around with dizzying ease. I the
standing position she flipped me upside down, positioning my pussy level
with her face and proceeded to eat with relish. A naked Dr Carlson formed a
sandwich with me upside down in the middle and proceeded to join in the
feast on my anus. As the squeezed together my face was buried into Nurse
Peters cunt. Her muscular thighs opened to allow me at my target. She was
extremely hairy and unshaved, I was not used to hairy pussies and the
novelty excited me to be buried in a deep bush of tight curly hair. Her
lips parted the pink beneath exaggerated by the black outer lips. Her cunt
and clit was enormous the outer lips parted to cover my face cheek to
cheek. Her clit was large enough to fill my mouth and I chewed hungrily to
her, my tongue was lost in her cavernous cunt. This position the
suffocation by pussy and the tongue action on both my love holes again
brought me off. Nurse Peters let go and I had an inverted sight of her
magnificent body and hairy cunt as she donned one of the largest strap-ons
I have seen. She lay on the rest bed and DR Carlson, with tag team finesse,
twisted and turned me to place me on top of Nurse Peters and impale me on
her dildo. She then proceeded to fuck me from beneath supporting my weight
on her strong thighs and arms, She became a spirited stallion that I had to
hang on to dear life to ensure I was not unseated. I thanked Lady Francis
for the necessary training that made me retain my seat. In the mean time Dr
Carlson had also donned a strap-on and joined in the party to double fuck
me cunt and arse. My hoarse cries filled the medical center as they, with a
tremendous kiss form Nurse Peters, brought my third orgasm. Her lips
mirrored her pussy lips both being black and full and to this day I cannot
kiss a black lady without thinking what her cunt lips are like.

It appeared I had passed my medical with flying colours and I was awarded
the position of medical assistant. These duties required me to assist with
all student medicals and I had my fingers in all ages of pussy during my
senior years. All for the cause of medical science of course. My other
duties consisted of assisting Nurse peters in the stock room. This came
about because the Headmistress Ms Anna Smith had 'thing' about
gynecological examinations and insisted in an examination every Friday
night. Dr Carlson of course obliged and assisted with a full stretch
opening, fist, mouth and tongue examination, with Ms gripping the frames
with white knuckles.

The nursing staff was of course banned from such spirited examinations of
senior members of staff, but Nurse Peters had thought of that by the
installation of a two-way mirror from the stock room. Here I would assist
Nurse Peters to her climax by double fisting her as she knelt looking
through into the examination room at Ms Smiths writhing climax. I saw very
little being behind her massive frame with my little hands sunk up to the
elbows in her ginormous cunt. If Ms Smith lasted longer than Nurse Peters
she would pick me up easily, lay my shoulders on the padded bench, my back
to the wall with my legs falling forward she would this put my pussy in
easy reach and my head level with her large cunt. She would then devour my
little white pussy and face fuck me with strong thrust and hip rotations. I
often feared my head would vanish and I am not sure it did not at times as
she forced her cunt into my face. Muffled as I was, there was no fear of
any noise escaping the stockroom.

So the routine of my school life was set gliding between sexual adventures
with Miss Jones, the medical staff and numerous students willing to earn
favors by satisfying my needs. That is until I left and started my adult
life at University, which is the subject of other stories, some written
some to be written. Chrissie became more and more involve in my life not
only during the week at school, but also at home with Mathilde and she
eagerly joined in all our games. She suffered from absent parents as did I
in my early years and I introduced her to Madam at the dance studio where
she followed in my footsteps and became madam's prized student in all
things. She would also eventually replaced me in Mathilde's life as I moved
to university and eventually also rode Lady Francis to a thundering climax.

End of Chapter Two - the final Chapter will follow.


After chapter one and two I had some encouragement and made a few friends
but a lot of time wasters. Please e-mail me at eloise_artois@yahoo.com if
you are a lesbian and enjoyed this collection of stories. Lesbians who wish
to open correspondence with me must satisfy my condition to prove that they
are genuine, no men please.

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison system.
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