Fairyfield Grange

by Jason Argo

 

part 8

 

Miriam Hancock rarely absented herself from Fairyfield during term-time, but there were odd occasions when the need to cajole, threaten or physiologically squeeze one of her donors meant her spending a night away. Alec Grimshaw was a case in point, for to see him she had to travel to York.

During the drive south she took the opportunity to appreciate the countryside and view the bloom of the Yorkshire moors in all their Byronic, swashbuckling summer glory. Her eyes constantly strayed over the towering flanks of the fells as if seeing them for the first time, gazing up at the high tops and the patterns of walled green fields won from the yellow moorland grass. That summer was turning into a scorcher, but weather, no matter its type, always dramatised the rolling treeless landscape. She'd calculated a two hour drive to reach the county town, and as a break to boredom she'd decided to visit a potential client on the way. A stop-off would not only be refreshing it could also provide some income in the future, so it seemed sensible to kill two birds with one stone. The hamlet of Codswallop was just a few old grey stone houses of one or two storeys nestling together under tired and sagging grey slate roofs, and she swung her car at a fork in the road to head between them. On the other side she dipped her foot on the brakes just before a humpbacked bridge to ask a farm labourer for the location of Sitt Garth.

The house she sought squatted on the west side of the village where a shady lane lined with gorse and briars snaked up the side of the dale. It had whitewashed walls covered with climbing ivy and clematis, a thatched roof, and a trendy brightly painted cartwheel leaning nostalgically against its gables.

Pulling to the side of the road she climbed out. The sky was a piercing blue arc above, unblemished by cloud, the golden sun a perfect sphere, and on that balmy summer morning nothing stirred. Not a blade of grass or a leaf moved; the only sounds being the faint buzzing of bees hovering about clumps of willowherb embedded in a crumbling brick wall.

A moderately attractive woman in flat shoes greeted her at the gate of a small front garden. She was holding a watering-can, but was clearly expecting a visitor.

"Miss Hancock?"

Miriam smiled, and the woman smiled back. "I'm Mrs Pumphrey. We spoke on the phone. I'm so pleased you decided come in person. Come around the back of the house, it's shady there and I've got some Pimm's on ice."

Miriam followed behind her into the sanctum of a small, cool garden surround by high brick walls. The rear of the house was lime-washed and enhanced by earthenware tubs spilling out lemon-scented ivy leafed geraniums. There a small table and some basket chairs were set out on the flags of a modest sized patio, and in the centre of a diminutive green lawn sat what appeared to be a young girl playing with a doll's house. A natural blond with long hair set in banana tresses she was the epitome of the little girl just home from school, but from the previous telephone conversation she'd had Miriam knew that the young girl was in fact Mrs Pumphrey's son.

"Is that Franky?" she asked.

"I call him Sara-Jane when he's being a girl." Mrs Pumphrey replied, then turning to her offspring she called softly. "Come here and say hello to Miss Hancock, Sara-Jane."

Miriam had viewed enough sissies to gauge a good specimen when she saw one, and this one was exemplary. His expression was three parts innocent angel and one part tantalising streetwalker - the combination that through the ages had driven men insane with desire. Miriam estimated his age at 12 or 13 but his outfit was designed for a younger child - a yellow party dress with white bows and lace and ruffled petticoats beneath. Short skirts showing lots of bare leg, showing panties almost, but not quite, frilly white socks and pink, satin shoes.- all further clever play on youthful innocence.

Sara-Jane stepped up onto the patio, gripped the edge of his skirt with his fingers and performed a deep curtsy. "Good morning Miss Hancock, I'm very pleased to meet you." His eyes were dark and sultry, while his voice was unbroken and still held a girlish tenor. His cute smile was radiant enough to charm an old man's socks off.

Her sissy son's deportment and politeness raised a gleam of approval in Mrs Pumphrey's eyes. She put an arm about his legs and drew him close, then slipped her hand up the back of his skirt to pat and squeeze his cherub bottom. Smiling up at the girlish creature she gave him a roguish look and showed him the tip of her tongue.

"Run along and get changed, darling, I want Miss Hancock to see how versatile you can be. And afterwards if you've been very good mummy will sit you on her knee and do something nice for you."

For the first time the little sissy's eyes furrowed. "Mummy, must I?"

"Yes, you must," the lady insisted, ""Put on your loveliest girly things and come straight back here, or Mr Strappy will have to make a visit."

Sara-Jane at once hurried away, but then his mother offered a slight sigh, "I've been very supportive of Sara-Janes's sissiness ever since he was about ten years old, and I've often helped him to dress up in sweet, little-girl clothes. I've showed him how to wear make-up and polish his nails too, and even taught him to walk in high heels. But now that he's approaching thirteen it has become more and more difficult for the sweet boy to hide his true nature. Worse, he's beginning to experience funny feelings. Sex feelings. Feelings that makes his popsy stiff and drippy when he's in the company of certain men or other boys. My intention is to invite a local gentleman to come and lodge with me at Sitt Garth, but I fear problems arising from the arrangement unless I find a suitable place for Sara-Jane. Fairyfield Grange as been recommended to me by a number of ladies of my acquaintance."

Miriam smiled warmly. "It's flattering to find my school so widely known and well thought of, and of course I'll help you in any way I can."

"I shall miss him of course," continued the woman thoughtfully, "But he can't stay with me forever, can he? Every sissy-fag must break his mummy's heart and her apron strings at some time."

Miriam leaned back in her chair and studied her for a moment. Her clothes were well cut and expensive, if unimaginative and worn without flair, and there was a volume of poetry at her elbow, so she was clearly quite cultured. Was she an out at elbows heiress or an authoress who found inspiration in the loneliness of the moors?

"Sitt Garth! An unusual name for a house, even when one understands that garth is the Yorkshire term for a field." she said.

"It means 'field of the River Sitt," the woman smiled wryly in return, "Unfortunately the river disappeared when they created the reservoir at Skeriton, but one shouldn't be too selfish or sour. There always seems to be a shortage of water in Yorkshire when there's a good summer, so the sacrifice serves a purpose."

For a while they chatted amiably whilst sipping Pimm's and chilled lemonade. It was a delay longer that Miriam had anticipated and she began to feel restless, but at last the crisp trip-trapping of high-heeled shoes on the patio tiles announced the return of Sara-Jane, and if he was sweet looking before, he was gorgeous now. He was a doll-like creature, lipsticked, beribboned, perfumed and pantied and as glamorous as any chorus-girl at the Folies Bergere as he minced slowly before them, one hand on his hip and the other held out in a limp swish. Even from several feet away she could detect his delicious perfume, an undeniable feminine scent.

Miriam at once saw the problem that Mrs Phumphrey was facing. Even the most honourable man around the house would find a thirteen year-old wiggling his pretty bottom at them a constant temptation, especially as Sara-Jane appeared to enjoy wearing tiny skirts and spiky high-heels. Without such paraphernalia he would still be naturally attractive, but with it he was a world-class cock stiffener.

As the sweet little-girl creature passed in front of her she assessed him more closely. Sara-Jane was now a slinky, slim-hpped seductress with silky, black seamless hose on his legs and strappy shoes with four-inch pencil heels on his feet, and he'd also adorned himself with a lacy garter belt and a tiny camisole that only reached the top of his pubic region. His face was heavily made-up, feminine lips as red as a fire-engine, huge eyes artfully emphasised by black eyeliner and lavender eye-shadow, and thick heavy lashes.

At the end of the patio he turned and made a second pass. His nearness was a dream. She could hear the rustle of his clothes as he moved and the hiss of his nylons skimming together.

"The transformation is quite remarkable." she remarked.

"Isn't it, isn't it!" Mrs Pumphrey gave a radiant smile, then clapped her hands. "Take off your panties Sara-Jane."

Her sissy son blushed openly. "Oh, mummy. The lady - she'll see - everything."

 

"That's the intention," his mother insisted, "We mustn't hide anything from Miss Hancock. Show her what a lovely sissy you really are."

The sweet princess looked uncomfortable, almost distraught at having to remove his skimpy pants, but down over his nylon clad thighs they went anyway, allowing Miriam to view his goodies, perfect, pink and not at all distracting from his girlishness. A four inch cock draped prettily over a tiny, pink wrinkled bag that was the home for a pair of fat grapes.

Quite suddenly things took an unexpected turn. The sissy paused. Thighs pressed together as an expression of dismay clouded his matchless complexion, then the hem of his scanty camisole became displaced as his naughty sissy-stick suddenly reared up, swollen and erect, bouncing slightly as he moved and swaying from side to side like a stiff-necked viper. With its little peelips parted and leaking dribbles of tasty looking goo there was little doubt of a certain outcome.

Sara-Janes hips writhed and a small white gloved hand flew to his mouth as he grimaced with embarrassment. "Oh mummy, I..." The unexpected exhibition was far from complete, for Sara-Jane's unbidden tent-pole began to shudder of its own volition, and with a desperate whimper he wiggled his fingers around it in a vicelike grip and started pumping his fist frantically, knees locked together, legs bending and straightening as he milked out his joy.

"Oooggghhh mummy - mumeeee! OoOOOOoooggghh, aaaAAAaaahhh!" There was nothing to be done. The little creampuff's excitement was boiling over and the movements of his hand became unstoppable. He then uttered the sweetest scream as his sissy spermstorm erupted and laces of white juice flew around his hand, spluttering and swirling like lariats of cream.

"Dear me!" exclaimed Mrs Pumphrey, just as if she'd just spilt tea into a saucer, "This always seems to happen when I ask him to show himself to strangers. I really must remember to insist the shameless child keeps her panties on in the future."

Pretty Sara-Jane continued humping with his own hand for several seconds before he felt able to stop, but Miss Hancock refused to be shocked. She'd seen such things too many times for that, and it was typical that she never yielded to an unseemly display of emotion. That would have been undignified, and dignity was an unchanging part of her.

Mrs Pumphrey responded by lightly smacking Sara-Jane's saucy little bottom. "Oh really, sweetheart, you're incorrigible. Go and tidy yourself up at once, you naughty girl." She turned to Miriam showing an expression of slight concern.

"That wasn't supposed to happen. I do hope such a little accident won't be an impediment to him attending Fairyfield Grange. They are quite rare."

Miriam suspected they happened quite a lot, but she made no comment about it.

"Is Sara-Jane acquainted with punishment?"

The woman nodded. "Nothing too harsh, but I find a mild spanking over the knee works wonders with him. He becomes quite frisky and very amenable to wicked suggestions, and Sara-Jane is very good at being a bad girl."

"I do have vacancies at Fairyfield, but the little dear seems perfectly trained, and I feel I'd be stealing the money from your purse if I took him on. Have you ever considered placing her directly into a good private household? The world is full of sharks and charlatans of course so one has to be careful, but I'm in touch with two very respectable retired schoolmistress's who live together in Cheltenham and who are seeking a saucy little princess just such as her. They're both rather strict disciplinarians and rather quick with the slipper, but I rather think they'd be quite thrilled to witness Sara-Jane's, um - little accidents. The other ladies and gentlemen they invite to their home are all rather old, but they're all wealthy have the most refined manners."

An excellent piece of business, thought Miriam Hancock as she drove down the road to continue her journey. Mrs Pumphrey was enamoured by the prospect of receiving two or three hundred pounds for the placement of her sissy son instead of parting with fees for a term at Fairyfield. It was utterly out of character for Miriam to undermine her own business, but there were one or two things to bear in mind. The first was that she would undoubtedly gain a reputation for fair-mindedness that would travel far and wide in useful social circles, and the second and not the least was, she was sure she could squeeze a thousand pounds out of the elderly ladies in Cheltenham for providing a sexy sissy-bitch such as Sara-Jane. And since the whole arrangement had been left in her hands Mrs Pumphrey would never need to know that.

Before too long, and almost without her realising it, the majestic sweep of the road took her over the crest of a hillside, and soon afterwards she had a heart-lifting glimpse of the great wide plain of York and the distant rim of high moorland beyond.

 

Her greatest chore that day was finding Alec Grimshaw's home. It was a newly built villa well away from the urban sprawl of the city, and its Spanish style looked somewhat incongruous tucked into the dales. But it was typical of Alec Grimshaw to own such a place. He was a was a self-made man; a cut-throat wheeler-dealer and a County Councillor who enjoyed displays of outrageous opulence.

Miriam parked her car at the front of the house, then went and knocked at the door.

No one answered, and for a moment she had the horrible notion that after travelling so far she was about to find no one in residence. However, when she walked around the side of the building and into the rear garden she found Alec watering rose bushes. He wasn't pleased to see her.

"Miriam! What the hell are you doing here?" He was a thickset man with a fat face and broad neck, and his apparent indignation did nothing to lighten the permanent flush of his complexion.

"Like a bad penny I always turn up, don't I Alec?" quipped Miriam. Her eyes scanned the expanse of well maintained lawns and flower-beds that swung down to the edge of a small lake at the bottom of the vast garden. "The hybrids are lovely" she remarked, gazing at the bush he was tending.

"I developed 'em myself, an' I've called 'em Annabelle."

"Such touching sentiment. Annabelle is a lucky girl to have you."

"I asked yer why your here. What do you want?"

Miriam refused to be harassed by his bluster. "You avoid my phone calls and never reply to my letters, and you never told me you'd changed your address. I had to turn detective to find you today. How is Annabelle? And your boy - Peter, isn't it? How is he?"

"Cut out the small-talk." The man snapped irritably, "Annabelle's collecting Peter from school, an' I don't want you here when they get back. You could have saved yerself the bother of findin' me. You've already had all the money I'm willin' to give you."

"Goodness me! Every time you see me you think I want money."

"Well, you do, don't you?" He glared angrily at her.

Miriam pulled a face, mimicking the expression of a sulky child. "You of all people know how expensive it is starting up a business, Alec. I won't see any profits from sales until the end of the year, and in the meantime I'm suffering from a small deficit to my budget. What would helping out mean to you? Only two holidays abroad this year instead of three? Not being so generous with drinks at the golf club?"

A harsh curl formed on Alec Grimshaw's mouth. "You've had all the cash you're going to get from me, woman. I've given you plenty in the past, but now I'm putting a stop to it. I may be a successful man, but I don't own a gold mine, an' you're a bottomless pit where money's concerned."

Other people would have accepted that as the final word from him, for only fools were not reluctant to test their mettle against Alec Grimshaw. He was known to be ruthless. He was the kind of man who'd step on peoples faces to get something he wanted, but none of that made any impression with Miriam Hancock. She knew him better than most. Knew his secrets and his weaknesses. She knew enough to wrap him around her finger.

Despite the man's hostile invective she maintained a bland expression. "I read in the Yorkshire Post that you've set your sights higher than the County Council and want to try real politics, Alec. But if you're intending to put yourself forward as a candidate in the next parliamentary by-election it wouldn't do you any good for people to hear about your little expeditions to the orphanage in Harrogate."

She struck a pensive pose with a finger on her chin. "Let me see now; there was young Elsie, the ten-year-old, and the month afterwards, the lovely Clara. Then there was little Rebecca - goodness me, she was only nine - and you followed her with the twins. You were particularly fond of the twins. And gosh, yes. There were boys too ..."

"A'right, a'right," Alec Grimshaw snarled, "I knows yer kept a record o' things, but you'd only incriminate yerself if any of it got out. Go try yer bloody blackmail elsewhere Miriam Hancock, 'cos I won't have it."

Miriam calmly linked her arms over her chest. "I won't need to declare anything, Alec. You'll recall I was once the wife of a politician and I know how things work. A few juicy rumours properly put about will spoil things for you nicely. Committees charged with the selection of parliamentary candidates are very sensitive to the slightest whiff of scandal, and a whisper of you being partial to stuffing you fat cock into young girls and boys would give them apoplexy. And of course you'd not dare try to disprove any of it in case you disturbed the truth."

The man's face flamed red. "Damn you, Hancock. You always know how to stick the boot in, don't yer? How much do you need this time?"

"Five - erm - eight thousand I'm afraid. The deficit in my budget is quite large actually."

Alec's face paled. "£8,000! Fucks sake! Are you serious?"

"Yes, I'm sorry it's such a lot, but I can't manage with less. Look, I promise not to come bothering you again. At least not for another year."

He gave her a wild stare. "A bloke could 'ave you murdered for a fraction o' that price."

"Quite so. But in such circumstances one would find that the journals I wrote in Harrogate would go directly to the police. And they'd discover them to be extremely explicit. Names, dates, you know - everything."

There was a stifling silence for a few moments, and then Alec's mood levelled out. "Okay, yer can have the fuckin' money, but you'll have to wait. I don't keep cash like that in a bucket under the sink. It'll have to be a bankers draft." His eyes then narrowed and he settled his gaze on the extortionist. "You's got a good body on yer Miriam. £8,000 must be worth something."

Miriam squirmed. "Oh Alec, if you're thinking about sex you must forgive me.

You know how I feel about men. I couldn't possibly have sex with you."

"Bloody Mary!" the man spat out. "A hand-job then. Just give'us a wank."

Miriam glanced about. "Even that would appear a bit unseemly out here in the garden? Hadn't we better go into the house?"

"Hell no! Annabelle an' Peter could get home anytime now. You can give me the business in the garden shed."

He led her to a small wooden hut a short distance away and installed her inside between a rack of garden tools and a bicycle. Miriam grinned as she seated herself in a small canvas director's chair. "I say, doesn't this take you back a few years Alec? I'm sure you had a few dizzy experiences in the potting shed with other boys and girls when you were a child, just as I did."

Alec didn't join in with her reminiscing, he was too occupied unfastening his trousers. He was already half erect from the mere promise of attention from a woman's hand.

Pushing his clothes down over his thighs he revealed himself as supremely well endowed. He had massive, hairy balls, and his cock was big, with a thick vein running the length of it right up to where the deep rim of its satiny mushroom head blossomed out. The whole thing curved upwards in a arc, and it was probably the biggest cock most women could imagine, with a juicy wet tip already extending from an uncut foreskin.

Miriam smiled and cooed at the sight of it. Her own appetite for such things was non-existent, but Alec liked it to be admired for its size and virility. None of that was a surprise to Miriam who had obliged the man with her hand occasionally in the past, and while she had no interest in men as sexual partners, aesthetically she could appreciate Alec's prick as a beauty. At full erection the shaft was as thick as her wrist, and the head was even thicker, and that caused the foreskin to stretch like a sausage skin.

She worked her fingers into his groin and began playing with his balls, tugging and squeezing his huge nuts as they hung in the big sac of skin beneath his now fully erect cock. She weighed them in her hand, squeezing them gently. Seated as she was they were only inches away from her face, but both she and Alec knew she would never use her mouth.

"You always did have a nice pair of balls Alec. All the children in Harrogate agreed about that. They feel full now, so I don't expect you've jerked off today yet, have you?"

She spoke so matter-of-factly as she gripped his penis and the man could only make a idiot noise of denial as she continued hefting his heavy balls. His eyes were closed and he responded with a noisy hiss as her hand pounded.

Miriam's touch had clearly placed him into a state of bliss.

"No, I don't think you have." She stroked his cock, sliding the sheath of foreskin back and forth along the rigid flesh. "Otherwise this wouldn't be so big and hard. That's good, because although I don't enjoy men using me I like to see a good show at the end of a hand-job. A girl always enjoys being appreciated."

Before taking a full-time interest in girls she had done a considerable amount of hand-jobbing for youths and men, so she wasn't at all out of her depth. She was in fact rather adept at pulling the heavy foreskin over the bloated, fat tip, and pushing it back along the length of the shaft. "Faster Alec? Do you want me to do it faster yet?"

Alec's breathing had become ragged and he sucked noisily at his teeth, but he stopped that abruptly and his jaw dropped as the shed door opened.

His son Peter stood in the doorway; dark eyes, his young face flawless, his twelve-year-old, features still a little soft - everything rounded, smooth and sensual.

Bug-eyed, unable to disguise what was happening, Alec could only bellow.

"Peter! What the 'ell do you want?"

The boy swallowed back his own astonishment at what he'd interrupted. "Mum and I have just got back. Mum was wondering where you were." He didn't move. Framed in the doorway he looked awkward, as if waiting for something, unsure what to do, astounded, fascinated by the sight of a woman doing 'things' with his daddy. But he didn't turn and run.

Of the three of them, Miriam recovered first, and typically, even with her hand still wrapped around the man's fat penis, she was determined not to suffer the disadvantage of seeming embarrassed. "Hello Peter. Do you remember me?"

The boy nodded. "Yes, you're Miss Hancock. You used to visit us when we lived in the other house."

"Yes, I did. Your daddy and I are being a little bit naughty to day, but it's nothing to worry about. It's just a bit of fun. You'd better close the door and come inside."

"Inside!" fumed Alec. "You can't be serious about having the lad join us."

She gave him a fierce look. "Better that than for him to run to the house to tell his mummy what he's seen, don't you think?"

Oblivious to his father's intimidating stare Peter moved gingerly forward, and then Miriam saw the reason for his courage. The driving force was a thrust in the front of his slacks. The sight of her blatant cock caressing had caused the sweet boy to develop an erection of his own.

Confident in such a situation and knowing she was in complete command she put her hand between his legs and massaged his schoolboy thighs. "I haven't seen you for a while Peter, and you appear to have grown up a little bit since we last met."

She could sense Alec Grimshaw watching his young son's face, looking for the reaction as she wrapped her hand around the bulge in his son's trousers and gave it a squeeze. She unzipped his fly, reached in and took hold of his stiffening cock - it was sticking straight up as she drew it out, and it was a good size - six inches long, and thick.

The young boy gulped. "Miss Hancock, I don't think ..."

"Don't fret darling, I think you're quite old enough now. You've grown rather a lot in fact. You're quite a daddies boy now."

Carefully she hefted out his low-slung balls, then wrapped her hand around his cock, moving her fingers up and down the shaft and rolling the foreskin back to reveal the swollen head. Her fingers squeezed his penis deftly, stroked it slowly, played with it to make the boy hotter and hornier and didn't stop until she felt the organ become stiffer and glimmer of red poked beyond the foreskin. She then pulled the skin down over his glands to reveal his swollen knob. "How does that feel?" she asked quietly. "I expect it feels rather nice, eh? Do you have a little girlfriend who does this for you?"

Peter shook his head desperately.

"A boyfriend, then. I know boys love to do this kind of thing for each other."

Alec groaned, but was unwilling to move away from the grip of the woman's other hand. "Miriam, that's my son you're tossin' off. Will you stop ..."

"Don't be so selfish Alec. Peter has entered into puberty and will adore this kind of treat."

The boy's hips squirmed involuntarily and his blood engorged shaft rose up as her soft fingers gently pumped it. Miriam saw him grit his teeth and grimace like he was in pain, and for a second she believed he was going to cum at once. "Don't squirt anything just yet," she advised, "It'll feel a whole lot better and more intense if you can hold things back for a moment."

She began to stroke Alec's mammoth erection again, slowly and surely with her other hand, and the man was trembling with arousal and pent up need. Father and son together, one in each hand. Miriam immediately seized upon the situation to apply a little sadistic humiliation. It must have embarrassed a man like Alec Grimshaw to have a woman manipulate himself and his son like that - but incredibly he couldn't break away. Watching Peter being fondled was as much a turn-on for him as being handled himself.

The boy's penis began to pulse in her hand and there was a look of agony on his face as he desperately tried to control the urge to ejaculate, but it was no good. The expert manipulations of the woman's hand motions was taking him into a new kind of navanna, and he groaned.

Being none too fond of the sticky mess that male excitement produced Miriam pondered on how to settle the inevitable outcome, and became inspired. She pulled Peter's foreskin down once more, this time tightening her grip around the shaft as she stretched the skin down to the base of his young penis. All the time she had been cleverly easing him closer and closer to his father with each pull of her hand, and when the youngster's cock began to throb to a finish she directed his creamy preadolescent, squirting load straight onto his daddies big balls.

As splashes of hot boy-cum bathed his testicles Alec too began to shudder, but before he could expel any juice himself Miriam tucked his enormous drivelling cock up beneath Peter's shirt, knowing that intimate contact with a smooth, warm belly would finish the job rather well.

It was a diabolic thing to do, for once his rearing erection had become established against Peter's stomach Alec became loath to remove it. Obsessed with his own pleasure the man lost track of all sense of right and wrong. His eyes rolled and he moaned helplessly as he hugged his son tight and began to shoot his load. Peter squealed, and who could blame him! His daddy's enormous cock and balls were sliding up and down against his stomach, and great gouts of thick, manly milkshake were leaping onto his bare skin.

With a contented smile Miriam calmly pressed them into a closer embrace when she noticed the shunting movements of Alec's body. He was passionately working out every drop of seminal fluid from his loins, and doing it by slithering his prick up and down in the generous smear of spendings already lathered upon Peter's body.

Knowing she had become superfluous at that point she exited from the shed. The father and son would have some cleaning up to do now, but that kind of business was not her concern. Instead she strolled towards the house. It would be unthinkable to leave without at least saying hello to her old friend Annabelle.

She walked into the kitchen. It was decorated in blues and creams and had the very latest and most expensive appliances. Annabelle was standing at a work top making sandwiches, and Mariam was impressed at how great she looked, just a short skirt and sleeveless blouse, simple sandals and a gold necklace. What really caught her attention was her tan. Annabelle had always taken a tan well, and her complexion she likened to what she'd felt on a visit to the Jeu de Paume at the Louvre when she'd first noticed the way Monat used oil paints.

"Miriam! What a surprise."

Miriam smiled warmly at the enthusiasm in her voice. Annabelle had always loved her to visit in the past, and she hadn't forgotten. They hugged. "Gosh Annabelle, you look great, lovely."

The other woman's eyes sparkled and she laughed - "and no tan lines " - in a naughty manner. "What a super surprise to see you again. It's been ages - over a year, easily. You look lovely too, Miriam, and they tell me that you're managing a school now."

"It's my own school, a private venture."

"I should have known. Everyone said you did such a wonderful job in Harrogate, so you were bound to work with kids again. I hope you're making good use of Alec. Apart from his work on the Education Committee he as all kinds of contacts in business and trade, it would be lunacy not to take advantage of him. Now me, I'm a bit lightweight. Some pottering about and plenty of sunbathing is as much as I can manage."

Miriam closed the door and took a longer look at the other woman. At 5'6'' she was the same height as herself, and she was slender, with a lovely bum and beautiful flaring hips. "Alec has been very forthcoming." she said.

The other woman smiled. "Yes of course. You know all there is to know about handling Alec."

Miriam watched from behind as Annabelle turned towards the kettle. 'A bottom to kill for,' she thought.

"Don't bother with tea. I've something better in mind." she said. She touched the woman's back, traced up over her shoulder-blade and then down her upper arm, making her body flex, and as Miriam leaned forward and kissed the handsome curve of her cheek her fingers pressed coaxingly against her spine.

Annabelle squirmed, then turned and flattened her back against the kitchen wall, a faint smile teasing the corners of her mouth. "Still the same seducer I knew a year ago, aren't you Miriam. Nothing ever changes with you."

Miriam smiled wryly. "I'm not stuck in the past darling. I've several new ideas I'd like to try, and they make me think of you."

The woman flushed and her hand shakily touched the corner of her eye. Then her mouth was on Miriam's neck, breathing soft, then hard, making her push against her. "Alec and Peter are in the garden, we can't possibly do anything now."

"They've some tidying-up to do. They'll both be a while yet, so we've got time for something."

Coolly the schoolmistress kissed her lightly on the neck and cheek and pulled her close so that their breasts met and nudged together. The front of the other woman's blouse was soft and yielding. No bra, just plump breasts beneath, breasts that made no move to avoid the caress of her hands as they covered their juddering contours and pulled and squeezed. Despite being a wife and mother, in the right hands - hands like her own - Annabelle was a perfect piece of lesbian fluff when a chance came her way.

She slipped the strap of Annabelle's dress from her shoulders and kissed the pale line left on the tanned skin as her hands stroked up and down her sides. Gently she tugged down the top of the dress and kissed her again, this time full on the mouth, and Annabelle responded eagerly, almost hungrily, accepting her tongue without demur.

Then Miriam drew back. She had no reason to restrain herself, but taking her time was her way of doing things. Her lips drifted down Annabelle's neck, to her breasts, where they began to feast on hot flesh and a pair of upright nipples. She used her hands to reach under the hemline of the woman's skirt, and Annabelle's body twisted against the wall as she felt fingers slipping into the leg of her briefs to search out the lush, wet lips of her vagina. She was a woman who liked to be taken forcibly and used and abused until her head spun.

As Miriam put her hand between her thighs she sighed and moved onto it, aching for her.

Her breathing tensed, fluttering in and out as two fingers entered her, moving strong and slow while the tip of a thumb nubbed playfully against her clitoris.

Miriam purred her approval. "You juice-up quickly. You don't change either. You must come and see me in my hotel room tonight, darling." She glanced around the kitchen. "You probably have one of those modern melamine rolling pins somewhere. Bring it with you and I'll show you how to make cream pie."

"Bitch! You know you're good at what you do, and I can't resist you." Annabelle gasped as her thighs pressed against the intruding fingers and her hips began to gyrate, increasing the tempo with each intimate thrust.

"Talk dirty to me Annabelle. You always enjoy being finger-fucked more when you talk dirty."

"Miriam, this isn't the time."

"There's never a right time. These times are the best times. Tell me the kind of story you used to tell last year. You're so good with your imagination, and after all it's only make-believe."

"I can't. You make me say such disgusting things."

"You can. I know you can. Tell me the story about Peter."

Annabelle's breathing became gasps. "Miriam please. You mustn't make me."

"Do it darling. Do it for me." urged Miriam, pushing her fingers ever deeper into the other woman's squishy slit.

Annabelle's eyes rolled as great waves of sexual excitement engulfed her. "Oh god! Okay, I - I - I'll bring Peter to your bed ... I'll - I'll take his pants off and sit him on the tip of the cock you're wearing."

Miriam could feel the walls of the woman's pussy expanding and contracting on her plunging fingers as she spoke. "You will? You'll slot his little bum-hole right onto my dildo, and push him down all the way?"

"Yes, you cow. I'll pump his little bottom up and down on your cock - press his young, thin body down on your big shaft? I'll help you fuck my son. Is that a dirty enough story for you?"

She quivered. "Goodness! It's not true, it's only invention and I'd never really do it. You've never touched Peter, have you Miriam? I mean, he's my little boy, so you'd never ..."

"I'd never be cruel to him. Last year I bribed him to let me watch whilst he played with himself, but that was all. Of course he was too young to show a proper result then, but I can tell you he's starting to grow up now." You should try helping out Annabelle. Peter loves it, and I'm sure he'd like you to stop off somewhere on the way home from school one day and give him the benefit of mummy's hand."

 

Miriam had fallen into the habit of leaving the school in the capable hands of Emma Twist when she wasn't there herself. It was a provision that infuriated her daughter who resented being thought of as still too young and immature for responsibility, and in response Jennifer made a crafty distinction between the 'school' and the 'house' when talking with Gloria. Miss Twist was indeed in charge of the children, she told her - who'd wish for that onerous task anyway! But in matters of a domestic nature she herself must always be informed of events first.

When that evening she wandered down into her mother's sitting room and was greeted by a flickering red light on the telephone console she almost sighed with delight. The flashing light indicated something was occurring at the front entrance that Gloria couldn't effectively deal with, and it gave her a chance to prove her worth.

"Visitor's Jennifer," the slightly flustered housekeeper explained the moment she arrived. "Their car's broken down along the road. They came tapping on the door, so I put 'em in the headmistress's study. They seem nice people, but I knows how yer mum feels about strangers being here, an' I don't know what else to do wi' 'em. Should I chuck 'em out?" Finding herself truly in charge brought a swell of satisfaction to the teenager's bosom. She threw back her shoulders and smiled. "Let me have a look at them first."

The two women in the room both rose to their feet when she entered. One was young, no more than fourteen and a bright cheery thing with an English rose completion, the other twice her age with soft cheeks and a demur reserved expression. Both were slimly built and dressed neatly and in a way that betrayed their middle-class origin. Not the kind of people her mother would have immediately thrown out on the road.

"I'm Jennifer Hancock," she said amiably, "I'm afraid my mother isn't at home at the moment, so you'll have to put up with me." She thrust out a hand and the strangers each shook it in turn.

Before the older woman could open her mouth the young girl got in quickly with a breathless gush. "It's awfully good of you to take us in like this. Gosh, we scratched at the door like a pair of stray cats and felt certain we'd end up with a bucket of water on us. But your houselady's been very kind. She's already given us tea."

Without waiting for a response she crashed on with introductions. "I'm Pat Fergus-Brown, and the lady with me is Mitzie. Mitzie's my mum's companion and she was taking me back to school in Boltonbridge. I'm afraid something frightful happened with the car though. The engine simply stopped working."

"I's phoned the Automobile Services, Jennifer," put in Gloria, "but they say it'll be hours before they can get anyone here."

"Such a remote place. Desolate!" The girl called Pat remarked with just a hint of a sour face.

"Yes, we are rather distant from what you'd term civilisation I'm afraid," Jennifer replied, "and I doubt you'll have any help from a mechanic before morning." She glanced at her wristwatch. "It's getting late and it'll be dark soon. It's probably best if you stay the night, that'll be easier than ferrying you into Peasmarsh ."

Mitzie at last stepped forward. "Could you put us up? We'd be awfully grateful. Even if the car were fixed tonight I'd dread driving over the fells in the dark, and Patrica doesn't really need to be back in school before tomorrow."

"We're pretty full, you've come upon a residential school you see. But my mother maintains a small guest room, so if you don't mind the hardship of sharing you can camp out there until morning."

"Cats can't be choosy when they go adrift. We'd be glad of anything you have." Pat said.

Feeling competent and rather pleased in her role as mistress of Fairyfield, Jennifer turned to Gloria. "Rouse Hardwick and get him to find the car and tow it into the drive, then make up the bed in the spare room next to mine. It's no Shangri-La and it's not too spacious, but it'll serve the purpose for one night."

She remained with her guests whilst her instructions were put into motion, and quickly discovered that although Mitzie led with polite chatter she was constantly interrupted by the girl, and it was her lively banter that consumed much of the time. Patrica - Pat, explained that her family were the Fergus-Brown's of biscuit fame, and although their factory in Newcastle was now owned by the Nabisco Group, the brand name had been retained and her mother had done rather well from the deal.

"Well enough to put me through Oxford one day," she said, "I intend to be an archaeologist, you see." She smirked rather gleefully, then added, "Or a stripper. I suppose I'll need to make up my mind at some stage."

After Gloria had provided a plate of sandwiches and more tea, Hardwick arrived bearing some of the visitors luggage, and then she felt comfortable about showing them to their room.

 

Lucy stood outside Miss Twists's room bouncing back and forth on the balls of his feet. He had to do something, anything to blot out thoughts of what he knew would happen soon.

Eventually he heard footsteps and his body tensed.

It came as a mild surprise to Miss Twist when she found Lucy was standing there, freshly scrubbed face, crisply starched blouse, little pleated skirt and white socks neatly turned down, and looking every bit the sweet schoolgirl. She stood, hands on hips, not letting the surprise show, a tall, imposing figure smiling slightly, her lips a prim red line that turned up at the corners. "And why are you here, Lucinda?"

He bowed his head and gripping his skirt dipped a slow curtsy. He hated the way all the ladies used his given name in full. Lucinda was so extra girly. "To be punished, Miss." he replied.

She glared. "And why are you to be punished?"

"I'm not sure. You told me to report." he replied, looking suitably ashamed.

It was all a bit unsatisfactory because she couldn't remember what his sin was herself. She couldn't even remember telling him to be there. Then again, she did tend to invent reasons for punishment during the day if a sissy struck her as particularly cute. Lucy was looking rather sweet and special at that moment, and cute ones were always the first to tread the path to her hurdle. With her such things as valid reasons never got in the way of correction.

She reached beyond him and opened the door to her apartment. "At least you've attended at the correct time."

"Yes Miss." Lucy stepped carefully into the room, almost as if he believed that by being very quite he'd escape the purpose for being there, but Miss Twist reminded him all too quickly that such a thing wouldn't happen. Emma followed behind and closed the door, then gripping his right wrist she dragged him without ceremony towards her hallowed Mexican hurdle. Lucy draped over the trestle like a rag-doll, limp and pliable.

She took the hem of the little skirt and folded it up Lucy's back to reveal simple cotton panties and bare thighs. The pants didn't stay in place long. Within seconds the teacher had peeled them down at the back to expose his bottom while at the front the cotton fabric pulled against his penis, making it swell and throb a little. He felt her hand squeeze his bared posterior, and it made him gasp and wriggle. It was humiliating to dangle like that while preparing to be spanked on the bare bottom like a little kid.

Without warning the telephone by the side of the mauve sofa began to signal an incoming call, and with a tut of irritation Miss Twist went to answer it.

As she raised the receiver a smile lit her face. "Miriam - I didn't expect you to call this evening." She took a seat on the sofa, glanced across at Lucy, and beckoned him. "Lucinda, I want you here please." she said in a clipped tone over the top of the telephone whilst indicating her lap where she'd pulled her short skirt high on her thighs to display her stocking tops and creamy thighs.

It was awkward for him to move, his knickers had slipped down and he had to hobble forward with them wrapped around his knees, while his cock was semi-hard and bounced around in front of him as he tottered forward. He managed the short journey as best he could and then stood waiting, very conscious that his pecker was rising up.

Miss Twist smiled up at him, and whilst making attentive noises into the telephone took him by the wrist and drew him face down across her lap, taking time to get him into her favoured position with his feet off the floor and his head low down the other side, then holding him firmly about the waist and pulling him forward until his pelvis rested atop her right leg to ensure his blossoming erection was pressing upon her nyloned thighs. The sissy was immobilised and his bottom raised and ready, perfectly secure and under her control. Comfortable too, his only initial discomfort coming from his loss of dignity.

There was no cushion, nowhere to rest his head, but Lucy didn't complain. Obediently he offered himself in a full state of submissiveness, folding up the back of his skirt and dipping his tummy to make his pristine twin mounds jiggle and pout a little. That was the kind of co-operation a teacher expected, and the kind Miss Twist liked when a girly was suspended across her knee.

"You found that old bandit Grimshaw - " Emma said into the phone, " - I knew you would. It takes more than him moving house to throw you off track." She adjusted Lucy on her lap and felt him tremble inside as she latched an arm about his waist, then without offering any pretext she tucked the phone under her chin and ran her other hand up and down his bare legs, feeling and caressing them softly, smoothing an hand over a bare girly rump and patting it, making him feel the 'can't escape' excitement sissy's always felt when pressed firmly over a lady's lap. With a little additional thigh wiggling she soon had his penis clasped between her legs and he was in place to receive spanks on the eminently spankable up-curve of his bottom and the top of his thighs.

Emma continued with her conversation. "You've date with a girl tonight ?

Well, make the most of it, darling. You're deserving of some recreation."

Apprehensively Lucy waited for the first slap to come, and he didn't have to wait long. Her hand gripped his bottom squeezed it, then relented. His bum was bare, exposed, vulnerable.

Then the hand returned, this time moving at higher velocity, and he felt the first stinging slaps.

SMACK, SMACK! The school teacher began lightly, just sever enough to make him wiggle a little, but the result was exactly as she knew it would be. An immediate pink smarting rose up in seconds. In a slow, even rhythm she struck the backs of his knees, smacking up and down his bare legs and making his feet jerk as if they'd been touched by electricity, then up the inside of his sensitive thighs and onto the crease where his legs met with his buttocks. 'Ouch!' And then her hand cracked onto each bottom cheek alternately. A smack, a brief rubbing better, then another smack, not hard, but constant.

SWASH, WHAPP, WHAPPP! The sissy schoolgirl gasped, his eyes squeezing shut for a moment in response to the sting.

"Everything's fine Miriam." continued Emma, "You allow yourself so little time off, try and relax whilst you're away." She chuckled into the receiver. "What's that? Am I spanking someone whilst we're talking? Well, yes actually. I'm having a word or two with Lucinda. Her bottom is quite red, but it as to be done. The shameless little madam was playing with herself under the table while in class today."

A look of acute indignation formed on Lucy's face. "That's not true, Miss. I

wasn't - "

SMACK, SMACK! "Aaah!" A strangled cry as the spanking took on renewed urgency. He could feel the heat building up in his bum and he began to kick and squirm. The schoolteacher's smacks had settled into a rhythm, delivering a smack every few seconds, and although Lucy tried to remain still he had to wriggle anyway because Miss Twist was spreading the blows around so much, and if anything was putting a bit more force behind each one. That tended to make his bottom burn quite fiercely and make him more vocal, and his legs began to scissor up and down. The most horrible thing was that every time he moved his penis slued up and down between the lady tutor's nyloned thighs.

SMACK! "Ouch - miss, please." SMACK! "Ow - I'm sorrrryyy. I'll never do it again" (Whatever he was supposed to have done). With some alarm he felt the woman's fingers pause to stroke up and down the crack of his bottom, and as his anus contracted he was horrified to feel his cock swelling in sympathy against her smooth, bare thighs.

Miss Twist passed her hand across his rump, and then began smacking again.

SMACK! The spanks stop for a moment and Lucy breathes heavily; his bottom glowing already from hips to thighs.

"No, no upsets with Jennifer. I've hardly seen her today." Emma continued calmly.

SMACK, squeeze, SMACK, squeeze! She spanked some more, her hand walloping the helpless bare cheeks and raising their rosy glow to an even more vibrant colour. The tempo increases and Lucy's buttocks gyrate superbly as the smacks become slightly keener. He had to concentrate hard on keeping his bum clenched. He'd been a sissy for a year and been over countless laps, but he still felt embarrassment if a lady looked at his bottom-hole. Lucy's eyes began to fill with tears. His knees jerked and his legs trembling with every harsh swipe of her hand. His bottom was on fire, while his cock, which had lengthened and was as stiff as wood, was now compelled to saw in and out between the tops of her legs.

Emma listened to Miriam's sweetly persistent voice again reminding her of routine school matters. "You must relax dear, everything's in hand." she heard herself saying as she again brushed her fingertips lightly up and down Lucy's bum-crack. "You get so little time to yourself, so enjoy it. I'll see you tomorrow."

Miss Twist returned the phone to its cradle and suddenly a hand was resting on Lucy's bottom again, the strong fingers squeezing and kneading up and down his sore, nude cheeks. Her palm felt cool, pleasant, so he hoped all the spanking was over.

"Had enough, Lucinda?"

"Y-yes Miss."

She let him up and he immediately slumped down onto the carpet at her feet with his hands massaging his burning bottom cheeks. Subdued and sobbing, he was feeling very small and sensed genuine tears not far away. The sweet thing was hurting.

Well, thought Emma, she had to make it hurt, otherwise there was no point in doing it.

Emma hadn't had enough. The little episode had stirred things inside her to a high pitch. Her clitoris begged for attention and she squirmed a little on her seat, trying to adjust. Trying to reduce the heat simmering within, but instead of reducing her arousal the slight movement served to crank up her excitement.

"Just one more thing young lady. When you're eventually placed with a household your mistress will demand certain additional services of her housemaid, and this would seem an ideal opportunity to practise such things."

She hoisted her skirt and opened her legs leaving nothing between her own oozing heat and Lucy's eyes except a thin layer of cotton. The sissy noticed at once the clench of muscle between her legs and the sodden wet patch in the gusset of her knickers, and felt a telltale heat creeping into his cheeks. Such a situation was one he knew how to respond to. In the past his sisters' and his sisters' friends had frequently held him down and sat astride his mouth, so it was one he was trained for. Ever so gingerly he pushed forward with just enough tongue to test the dampness.

Emma brought her hands up to her breasts to find the nipples that were erect and aching, and straining to push through her blouse. Holding her excitement in she watched Lucy's young head bobbing up and down between her thighs and detected his surrender. Lovely! She could feel his mouth working on her, feeding, churning as it reverently drew her sex juices through the micro-mesh of her pants.

"That's it," she urged, her voice husky and demanding, "Everyone knows what a sweet little cocksucker you are, but you need to practise how to please ladies by sucking their knickers. Grasping his ears she hauled his mouth firmly against her crotch.

"Do it like a good girl. Open your mouth and suck."

Suddenly, as if in a sudden urgent rush, the woman's hands dropped down to drag the gusset of her underwear to one side. The lips of her sex were engorged with blood and rather dark on the outside, becoming deep pink inside. She was moist there. Juicy. Leaning back she put her hands each side of her pussy to spread it open, pulling upwards to peel back the tiny hood on her swollen pink button.

Lucy's head went forward and bobbed wildly in response. The taste of Miss Twist was as he'd expected - sweet and musky, and his mouth had been between enough girls legs to know the geography of a female. It wasn't all that different to what he'd known before; the vaginal opening, inner lips, and that swollen little thing little girl's didn't seem to know about which big girl's called a clitty-something.

Emma looked down at herself, at her engorged pussy-lips, then looked back at the open-mouthed little pantywaist. She shivered intimately as he pulled his face between her thighs. Lucy's tongue swirled around her clitoris then using his fingers to part the folds of her pussy he then moved his tongue in slow strokes all around before pushing it into the juicy hole. Her voice shook, "Again. Do it again."

"Yes Miss. Please Miss, may I play with myself whilst I tongue you?"

"Uhhh ... Ohhhh! Yes, yes. Just get on with it." Emma groaned and clench her vagina around the slick, slender probe, her thighs almost steaming with pleasurable heat. When Lucy felt the corrugation of inner muscles tugging at his tongue he tried to back away, but she gently held him in place as she rocked her hips against his face.

Then she began breathing raggedly and her face flushed. He was suddenly sucking her clitoris, working the little tonsil back and forth between his moist lips.

"No, oh no!" She couldn't help it. Her hips were pumping, guiding the sissy's tongue and mouth. Her lips formed an 'O' as his nose scrapped her pubis and the mouth sucked again and again.

Her climax came almost silently, a thin scream that she attempted to mute as her vaginal muscles tensed and relaxed in rapid convulsions. She exploded, her thighs shunting suddenly forward with such force they nearly knocked him over. But she held him securely, kept him in place while her pelvis humped vigorously against his mouth.

 

Just before going to bed Jennifer acted the thoughtful host and was about to tap on the door of the room given to her two overnight guests and ensure nothing else was needed, but then a noise from beyond the door made her pause and hold back. A squeak like that of an animal in torment trembled in the air, then another equally as puzzling. What on earth could be happening?

Slightly alarmed she eased the door back on its hinges without knocking, and on top of the only bed in the room she found her female guests sprawled in a manner that she was quite familiar with. Both were naked, the older one laying on her back with her knees bent up and splayed to the sides, while the young girl was stretched out between her legs, lifting her hips and slamming back down with vigorous bawdy motions. It only required a perfunctory glance to observe the straps of the harness fastened about Patricia's ceaselessly moving nether regions to confirm that the teenager was ardently dildoing her older companion. Mitzie was throwing her head from side to side on the pillow and softly howling in undisguised rapture.

Pat glanced up the moment Jennifer made her entrance. "Cripes! We thought you were already in bed."

"Obviously." replied Jennifer with a cynical smile.

The girl stopped bucking, pushed herself up and exhibited her small puppy breasts, but found it impossible to hide the glistening length of rubber cock she'd extracted from between Mitzie's legs. Her companion seemed dazed and still in the throes of sexual bliss, so it was left to her to try and explain.

"Look, we didn't intend to upset you or anything," She attempted to cover the thrusting rubber penis with her hands, but it was big and slippery and avoided her control. "We thought to lock the door, but there isn't a key." Jennifer thought the sight of a pretty fourteen-year-old, hung like a horse and servicing a woman more than twice her age was about as erotic as things could be, but she wasn't immediately ready to show her inner feelings. Instead she shrugged.

"I'm fairly broadminded. I don't object to people doing anything with each other as long as they both consent, and Mitzie looks quite happy."

A sly smiled developed around the girl's mouth. "She humps like a brood mare - she's a real goer, it's no wonder mummy likes having her around."

Jennifer was wearing the sheerest of night-gowns, and the girl detected the outline of two taut nipples almost poking through.

"I say, you're not horrified or anything, so I bet you've done lezzy stuff before yourself. Do you fancy trying Mitzie?"

Intrigued, excited, Jennifer failed to suppress a tiny pant. "Um, er, wouldn't Mitzie object?"

"Christ no. She's anybody's tonight. She's as hot as toast and absolutely up for it."

Standing up the schoolgirl finally lost all coyness about displaying the generous proportions of the attachment swinging from her crotch. "Here, you can even borrow my prick-thing if you want."

At last the woman on the bed stirred. "Now just wait a minute - Patricia - I

..."

 

"Oh shush, Mitzie. For heavens sake don't try pretending you're a modest lady when I know you're a randy cow."

"Really! This is - is intolerable." The woman pushed herself up on the bed, small breasts juddering enticingly on her chest. Her words were meant as a protest, but they were weak and unconvincing, and just by looking at her Jennifer gauged she would be as compliant as Pat predicted.

The moment she removed her night-gown Pat sprang forward, eager to detach the dildo from herself and help fasten it to Jennifer's own loins. Jennifer smiled sweetly at Mitzie while she adjusted the fit.

"Up off the bed if you please, Mitzie dear. I want to shaft you up against the wall like a back-alley tart."

The older woman's head drooped and her body trembled slightly, but she offered no forceful refusal, and on being approached she became completely submissive, climbing from the bed and standing with her back pushed against the wall.

"Open your legs." Jennifer commanded quietly.

The woman was slightly taller than herself, but that was an advantage since it meant her thighs would be higher and more accessible, and with her legs spread Jennifer was able to send the tip of her appendage to root about between them.

"Come on Mitzie, its all for you. Help our rubber friend here find what its looking for."

Mitzie obligingly rolled her thighs upwards at a slight angle, then took hold of the rubber cock and pressed the end of it exactly in the right place, groaning as Jennifer began a slow, no nonsense rocking motion, humping the monstrous rubber thing against the entrance to her sex, squirming and undulating until it entered.

"Oooow, n-nooo, a-aaay, aaah!" Mitzie gurgled helplessly as her pussylips suddenly splayed open and dilated around the slippery, solid object.

Jennifer heaved with her hips, and Mitzie groaned again as the broad length slithered up into her body to begin a ardent rutting; fucking her against the wall as if she were a whore in a dingy back alley. Perversely, the girl called Pat watched everything closely, standing at their sides and stroking each of them simultaneously, eyes shining and mouth grinning broadly with each movement and moan.

"Give her the lot Jennifer. Stuff it up her. She goes like a train, she loves it."

Jennifer began to pant as she pumped frantically with her tool. "Is that right Mitzie. Do you like getting it from a girl with a cock?"

The woman clenched her teeth. Half way up the wall, twisting and bucking against the young girl ploughing into her in the style of a man, she offered a wild, desperate look.

"Ugh, mmm, yes. Yes I love it, don't stop yet. Don't stop ever."

Arching her hips up and down between Mitzie's thighs Jennifer had initiated a thrusting-sliding rhythm that pushed in the whole of her length with each forceful heave, stretching the visitor's vaginal tract wide and filling it with inordinate doses of cock-shaped rubber. She made no effort to be kind or caring, she was quite brutal, but the woman just made mewing noises and appeared resigned to being used in that way. Mitzie was only conscious of her desperate need to cum, and strangely she was barely aware of her own squeals when she did.

The woman slumped against the wall and was near to collapse as Jennifer extracted her cock from her gushing hole.. But her plight was entirely ignored by young Pat who immediately seemed set on pursuing her own pleasure further.

Pert nipples brushed together as the schoolgirl's arms encircled Jennifer's neck and her eager, youthful breath fell upon the older girl's face, warm, perfumed and irresistible. Pat's lips hovered, then she pushed forward her sensuous soft mouth to provide a slushy hot kiss that Jennifer didn't resist.

"Mmm, I say, you really gave it to her, didn't you? You really fucked Mitzie good." Pat enthused as she dragged her mouth away. Then her breathless little kisses snuggled closer to Jennifer's ear. "Do you want to dick a bit of young cunt now? I know where there's one dying for a good seeing-to."

No verbal consent followed, but passion was high and desire strong, and they drifted down onto the top of the bed in an euphoric cloud. Jennifer settled on top and they slid together, rolling back and forth, kissing deeply, nipples stiff and pointy, bellies touching. In a moment she had installed herself between the legs of Patricia Fergus-Brown and was pushing the girl's thighs further apart in order to view the pink, moist aspects of her youthful vagina. Spreading the lips open with her thumbs she couldn't resist a smile as a lush orifice was revealed, and she carefully inserted two fingers to savour the wet, spongy grip of internal flesh.

Suitably inspired by the girl's groans she withdrew the fingers and lifted up to push in her cock, her young thighs proving forceful as its oily length skewered snugly into the girl's yielding body.

"Oooow!" Pat gurgled and squirmed like a snake as the bulbous tip of the phallus pressed hard against her outer pussy lips, then she shuddered and jerked as the first few inches of the long shape wormed a path into her. Expertly, Jennifer held her tight and swung up her pelvis to pump in the remaining length, then arching her back she eased the shaft out a little, just long enough to note that its contours were coated with copious amounts of the schoolgirl's love fluid. At once she pushed it back in, repeating the process until she'd established a regular fuck rhythm. "There!" she cooed as her thighs pressed firmly forward, "I knew you could take it."

"Oop!" Ecstatic, the girl's hips gyrated and spasmed of their own accord while shivers rippled across her skin, then her head rolled back on the pillow and her mouth fell open to vent her passion as the mushroom end of the love-tool jousted inside her.

"Mm, yes. Aaa! It's so - it's so big, so - wicked. Oh Jennifer, I can feel it right up in me. You're dicking me like a man and making me fuck you right back."

At that moment the naked form of Mitzie loomed over them, eyes glowing, mouth slack with wantonness. It took but a brief glance by Jennifer to see that the woman had now equipped herself with a strap-on of her own.

"Hoist her on top and let me get at her." the woman pleaded. "Patricia's a naughty girl and needs some special attention."

Rather amused by the unexpected innovation Jennifer tilted sideways and rolled Pat on top of herself, and Mitzie immediately straggled her, prising open the young girl's bottom cheeks as she caressed her bare posterior. "Yes, special attention is required here." she murmured huskily whilst rubbing a thumb across Pat's winking anus.

The girl recognised the implication of the movement, and her anal ring twitched involuntarily. She emitted a whimper as hands spread her bottom wide, then gasped breathlessly as her dimpled anus buckled under the pressure of Mitzie's wicked phallus.

"Ooowh, Mitzie - aa - aarrggh!" She crooned her discomfort and bit her knuckles as her guardians unforgiving attachment forced a route into her, making her rotate her backside slowly as her sphincter gave in and the hard length sank beyond it.

Her schoolgirl face reddened. The plastic shaft felt unbelievingly huge but bizarrely sexy as it crowed into her tight hole and plunged deep, and for several seconds she held her breath, feeling pain, shame and lurid excitement whirling together as her anal tract expanded and dilated around one insistent rubber appendage while her pussy squelched on the one already provided by Jennifer. She was being double-dildoed - getting it front and back, and didn't know how to come to terms with such a thing.

Huffing vocally, she felt the two greasy replica cocks tunnelling and sliding inside her, each one shagging her mercilessly, sometimes independently and sometimes in unison, and all the time only separated by a delicate screen of internal tissue.

"Aah, oooh, oh god, Jennifer - Mitzie - please! It's - it's - Ohhh, oh god, oooow!"

Once or twice Mitzie hauled her rubber extension back, but only because she seemed to find diabolic delight in forcing it's return beyond muscles that had already ceased to resist. The natural elasticity of young Pat's anus was conforming obediently with the relentless pushing in and out of the oily probe.

"Aaah, oooh, Mitzie! You're f-fucking m-me, you're fucking a little girl, ooh, oh, fucking her r-right in her little arse! Oooh. You're really - f-filling her up. Eeeow, oh god! I'm burning in there. Oooh!"

"It's no more than you deserve for taking me for granted and trying to humiliate me." Mitzie wheezed unsympathetically.

Clamped tight to the girl and screwing in her own fashion Jennifer agreed with a grin of ribald, rather sadistic delight. "It's true Patricia darling. You're a naughty, cheeky girl who needs to suffer, but you can still enjoy yourself if you get into the spirit of things."

With Jennifer fucking her own thing in and out of her pussy so slickly Pat couldn't have stopped her approaching orgasm even if she'd tried.

"Oooooh, mmm! Ooooow!" Her climax whirled like a tidal force; she wailed and shook wildly as a blast of rapture and carnal pleasure fanned out from her genitals and shot down her limbs to make her toes curl.

It was another hour before Jennifer reached her own bed. Even after all the shagging Mitzieand Patrica had both insisted on licking her twat. Holding it open they'd each shoved two fingers into her at the same time, and then lapped together, their hot, slippery tongues alternating between her clit and her drooling slit, and making her jerk-off several times. It had been a gorgeous, gratuitous session, and one that made her feel a worthy mistress of Fairyfield Grange.

 

Within the confines of Fairyfield Grange and away from prying eyes, boys were safe to act as effeminate as they wished., and when Trudy, Amanda and Holly, hair still damp from the showers and wearing only their bathrobes, entered the crowded box-room in the East-Wing, they were already girlish and giggly.

It was well after lights-out in the dormitory, so there was a sense of adventure about their expedition, not to mention the expectant delights of their reason for being there.

Amanda battered his pretty eyes shyly while gazing at the content of the room in which they stood. It was full of guilt edged pictures and open tea-chests of household china.

"Are you sure this is okay? This part of the house is out-of-bounds."

Trudy and Holly looked at each other, then smiled at him. "This is the best place for private playgroups." Holly told him, "Everyone uses it from time to time, and no one's ever been caught yet."

Trudy hurried across to a pile of disused rugs and carpets and quickly arranged a padded platform on the floor against the wall, he then jerked loose the sash of his coat and shuck the garment from his shoulders. His naked body shimmered white and smooth beneath the single electric light as h he swung his arm in a timeless gesture of 'ladies first.' "Come on you two. Let's get started."

Holly and Amanda allowed their coats to drop away and the three sweet girlish boys lay naked side by side on the platform of rugs, their heads resting on a bolster of blue velvet curtains. Sandra lay in the centre, which was comforting in a way. It was the first time since his arrival at Fairyfield that he'd permitted himself to join in anything like the gang-wank they'd planned.

Immediately three slender hands slid down over three smooth tummy's to take hold of three limp young cocks, and within seconds, with no more than a little well managed strumming, each hairless little worm had risen up stiff between their fingers, swelling and thickening, elongating and displaying potential that contradicted the youthfulness of the bodies to which they were attached.

With their heads propped up against the wall the effeminate trio were able to watch each other at work and see the effect of masturbation on each others pricks - the slicking up and down of foreskins, and the veiling and unveiling of fat, round little knob-ends.

Trudy glanced dreamily at Amanda's girlish face. He knew the little effeminate at his side had limited his adventures to his best friend Sammy, but he had some other plans. He reached out and began caressing his chest, and moving closer Amanda responded by fingering Trudy's tight nipples.

"Kiss?" husked Trudy. The voice was soft yet clear and shameless, potent with unbridled juvenile sexuality. Amanda's head went forward, lifting up, eyes closed. He was in just the right frame of mind for a little amorous dilly-dallying, and he at once leaned sideways to plant his lips firmly on the other sissy's mouth.

They kissed slowly and gloriously, enjoying the sensuality of masturbating themselves vigorously whilst their mouths swivelled together in a gentle, unhurried way, long slow and deep. It was totally awful, but they even participated in a little juicy-wet tongue joust.

Then Trudy placed a hand lightly on Amanda's thigh, sliding his body against him, testing his need and leaving him panting, breathless and just a little bit confused at the delightful sensation of skin on skin. "Wanna do it for each other?" he breathed. "If you pull on my dick, I'll pull on yours."

Amanda was still feeling a bit shy. While Hardwick and a number of the senior pupils had had sex with him his main companion all term had been Sammy, and he was a little reticent about doing things with anyone else. Nevertheless, he nodded. It seemed such a nice, naughty idea.

When Trudy leaned forward for another hot kiss Holly began caressing his back, biting his earlobe and oh-so-slowly licking and nibbling at his neck. Breaking with Trudy's kiss for a moment Sandra glanced over his shoulder and whimpered into Holly's mouth. Holly snogged him too. It was kind of fun to have two boys kissing him to distraction, and he felt a giddy excitement threatening to overwhelm him. He couldn't stop himself from putting his hand on Holly's legs and stroking his thighs - where the thighs joined. Ooh, Holly's cock was throbbing!

"That's it. Do it for me too." Holly said. "You've got two hands, so you can handle both Trudy and I together."

Secluded in a private little room Amanda was happy to do that, and soon there he was, pushing and pulling at a cock with each hand. With a boy laying either side of him it was easy. Grasping the two throbbing lengths of flesh by their base, he slowly drew his fingers up and down, sliding the foreskins of young uncircumcised cock-meat up to veil the blood-engorged knob-end of each, before hauling them down again. Rub, rub! Working the delicate skin up and down over their moist, pink mushrooms. Lovely!

There was no room for Holly to get hold of Amanda's own stiffness while Trudy was jerking it, so the industrious sissy began to play with his friends smooth sissy balls.

Amanda got to thinking heaven had come to earth. His eyelids fluttered closed, and he didn't catch the knowing glance between Trudy and Holly. It was a look that said, 'this one's hot and we can take him all the way.'

He opened his eyes only when Holly began sucking his nipples. Holly was in no hurry and for a full minute he licked and sucked Amanda's puffy boy-treasures, making him moan and coo as the three of them continued to busily frig foreskins.

Then Trudy turned his flushed face to his own. "I want to make love to you Amanda." he said softly. "I want to fuck you."

The air became thick with anticipation and Amanda blushed afresh. "If I let you, you mustn't let Sammy find out. I'm Sammy's sweetheart, and I don't want to upset him."

The comparative speed of his consent surprised him. What did it mean?

"Samantha didn't mind when Nicola Carrington fucked you." Trudy remarked.

"Yes, well - Sammy arranged a threesome, and he was there the whole time.

That wasn't like cheating on him."

The other sissy looked dubious. "Ump! While you're busy being an angel Sammy does it with whoever takes his fancy." said Trudy. Then he smiled sweetly. "Come on, I know you want to."

Amanda did want to. It was true that Sammy was unfaithful and quite shameless about chasing other boys at bedtime. He'd endured it until now, but there was no good reason why he shouldn't be a bit naughty himself. "Okay, you can fuck me. But I'd still rather Sammy didn't get to know about it."

Trudy curled an arm around his upper body, feeling his nipples, taut and erect, then he positioned his thighs against Amanda's buttocks, and placed a hand on the boys hip to give guidance. Ready at last, he spoke softly into Amanda's ear. "I'm moving into you now, darling. Just relax and let it happen."

Amanda did, and Trudy's rigid cock entered him easily. The stiff flesh stretch him and then he felt the inward movement as it slipped beyond his tightness. At the first push Trudy's sissy-dick was half way up his anal tract, and knowing Amanda was rather well used by Sammy he had no compunction about shoving it the rest of the way. Amanda obviously adored being fucked, more so than fucking, and the vivacious sissy was eager for an opportunity to explore the delights on offer.

Both boys sighed in their separate mode of pleasure. "You're so lovely and tight, Amanda. You're perfect, and still like brand new."

Amanda turned his head to smile, his eyes full of sleepy bliss. "It's nice to have you in me. Filling me up."

"A change from Sammy eh! Samantha shouldn't be greedy and try to keep you all to himself. A boy like you needs experiences with different people. You know that yourself, don't you? That's why you're here tonight."

Amanda hardly winced as he felt Trudy's cock shunt inside him. "Do you think I look like a girl when I'm wearing a skirt?"

"Yes, you look a sexy minx and no mistake."

"When I'm in the village and men smile at me, I get sort-of hot and excited. I like them looking at me. It makes me want to be a girl. I want them to stroke me, and touch me. I want them to cuddle me and take me somewhere. I want them to fuck me. I love being fucked."

"You'd like to go to bed with men?"

"Yes."

"Lot's of them?"

"Yes, but not all at once."

"I knew it," Holly said, "And I don't blame you. Men go wild for sissies.

Pretty boys who wear tiny skirts really turn them on."

Trudy heaved backwards and forwards slowly. "Lot's of men, watching you, admiring you. All wanting to put their big willy's into your soft, girlish bum. They'd make you moan and squeal, but you'd enjoy pleasing them. You're a perfect sissy, and that's what sissy's are for. If they treat you like a girl it's easy to get into the habit of wriggling and squealing like a girl."

Getting fucked was something Amanda thought about a lot lately, getting fucked by different people with different sized cocks, and Trudy's cock didn't feel exactly small when it was buried up his arse to the hilt. Pulling out with a long shuddering breath, Trudy thrust straight back in, causing them both to groan.

As Trudy picked up the pace and began to establish a steady rhythm Amanda worked himself back and forth, jerking out of time, grinding his buttocks against Trudy's thighs and giving him the chance to push in deep. "Imagine my cock's a cuddly man's stiff willy sliding about in your bottom" Trudy husked. "Imagine it's a great big man-snout going in and out. You'd like that wouldn't you? You'd love the deep push and the throb as it spurts great dollops of man-goo inside."

Suddenly Holly's cock was wagging in front of his face. "Suck me." The other sissy said. It was half plea, half command.

Amanda didn't even consider refusing, but he gave the other sissy a wicked look and demanded a deal. "If I suck you, you'll have to do something nice for me afterwards."

"Okay, okay." said Holly heatedly, "Just get started."

At once Amanda trailed the tip of his tongue down the offered shaft, tracing its shape, and making Holly shudder. The sissy cock was already excited and drooling stuff when he kissed it. Holly almost swooned with delight when he skinned back the foreskin and lapped at the pink head, and then took each of his balls in his mouth and gave them a gentle suck too.

Amanda moved on quickly to provide oral adoration to the boys pee-hole and knob-end. He'd wanted to explain that he didn't object to sucking cock, but didn't enjoy having to swallow stuff, but he was so excited that his lips slipped all too easily over the watering tip, and before he had the chance to say anything his mouth was full of jockeying stiff meat.

Bobbing his head back and forth, his fingers latched onto Holly's hips and he swirled his tongue around the thrusting shaft, pulling down his foreskin licking the tips as if it were an ice-cream cone. Such actions weren't automatic, but borne out of a determination to be a good cock-sucker, even if he did shrink away from allowing the end result to shoot into his soft mouth. Sucking-off Holly, who had a cock that wasn't too big and a foreskin that was smooth and velvety, wouldn't be difficult, and he knew it wouldn't require much technique.

He took a breath, clamped his lips around it and quickly plunged the whole of the other boys penis into his mouth, taking in as much as he could without choking before easing his lips back up to the knob. He wasn't a girl, but there on that sissy bed with two other pretty sissies and sucking a dreamy boys lovely cock while being shagged in the backside he felt like a girl. For so long he'd dreaded the idea of being called gay, but now he wanted to be a girl. He wanted to be a saucy girl named Amanda.

While his mouth nursed the drooling tip of Holly's knob-end and his hands pulled at the shaft and kneaded the sissy's balls Trudy was ramming in and out of him vigorously. Being used by two boys at the same time was something Amanda had only experienced once before with Sammy and Nichola, and it was still quite novel, so his own penis had become extremely stiff as a result.

Holly moaned, delighted at the sensations he was receiving, but not content to letting Amanda's mouth set the pace he buried a hand in his hair and humped vigorously with his hips.

"Wow! You're quite a sexy bitch." he mewed as he fucked his mouth.

Trudy's cock touched something deep within Amanda, and his entire body gave a sharp jerk before melting back into place, while his young lover still continued rapidly thrusting in and out. Breathing became deeper and longer and the three boys were soon ready to pop. Nothing in the world could stop them by then, and a huge trembling cum for each lovely boy was inevitable.

For Trudy and Holly it happened almost simultaneously. Each stiff cock throbbed numbly and they both delighted in the strange, addictive sensation that announced imminent ejaculation.

"Here I come, sweet-thing." Trudy whispered hot and moist into Amanda's ear as he rammed his cock in and out of his thrashing body. "You're ready for this now, aren't you? You're ready for a bum-full of cock-cream, and I've got loads to give you."

Repositioning himself he pulled Amanda down on his side, and spooned him, fucked him hard from the side and from behind, driving into him ever faster. They both trembled, Trudy grasping Amanda's naked body as he came throbbingly and filled the twelve-year-olds rectum with his hot, thick cum.

Amanda felt helpless. What was happening was completely beyond his control, and his head lolled and he squealed as he felt the first of six creamy spurts from Trudy pumping into him.

The sissyish sound enflamed Holly and he squealed as well. He was ready for orgasm himself and in exasperation he gripped the back of Amanda's head, wedging the tip of his drivelling penis in his slack mouth and supplementing the less than full lip-service with a furious wank. Caught in the heat of sissy debauchery he masturbated frantically, callously using Amanda's gasping mouth as a receptacle as he blissed-out and his sissy-stick spewed out glops of sticky semen.

Amanda felt it splashing in his mouth, warm and syrupy. Holly was young and healthy and his cum was thick, and it covered his tongue and teeth and the roof of his mouth.

He gulped. Crikey! Omigod! He was swallowing the icky stuff!

Young Amanda now had the only stiff penis in the room, but his mind was whirling so much after being so regally tailed at each end that he had no idea what to do about it.

Trudy eased his penis out from his backside. He and Holly, being very familiar with an all-boy homosexual menu had no need to stretch their imagination. They had the delicious sissy lay on his back with his cute popsy sticking straight up, then they both went to work on his fresh, young sugar-stick, going down to taste his juicy knob and slurping so feverishly their tongues licked together as they laved up his dripping precum.

"What ...!" Amanda's face rose up momentarily, its expression bemused and bewildered, but it promptly fell back again.

Pretty soon Trudy and Holly decided it best to take turns, and while one of them stroked their young friends balls and jiggled his cock the other sucked his prick. Both of their mouths were hovering near when Amanda at last ejaculated. Cum leapt from his pee-hole and Holly caught a glob of semen on his tongue and then took the whole twitching length in his mouth to capture everything else.

Trudy stayed close, and when Holly lifted his head they exchanged a brief smile. Faces aglow, their mouths pushed together and they kissed, which gave Holly the opportunity to transfer the semen he was holding in his mouth into Trudy's open mouth.

While Amanda sighed as if he were dying Trudy sucked Holly's tongue slowly and appreciatively. Sharing was so often a part of sissy culture.

  

  

  

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