The tension surrounding Gail Ashby's thunderous arrival and triumphal departure had evaporated, not like steam or morning mist, but like the sparks and glitters from a firework fired high in the night sky. Into this vacuum rushed kind of temporary insanity. As in the aftermath of a disaster, the sense of relief was almost palpable and the normal rules and courtesies seemed to be suspended.
In the continuing fine weather, dress code was relaxed to the point of non-existence. Girls went bra-less and stocking-less, shirts were carelessly left undone, skirts became shorts - of the sort that justified the name; tight garments in lycra or stretchy cotton. In one of his more sober moments, Adam reflected that it was this very thing that had caused him so much mental and emotional agony not so long ago. Now he was revelling in it, lapping up the visions of teenage loveliness that daily paraded before his eyes.
And the relaxation was not only in dress. In class the girls sprawled at their desks, giving him views of firm thighs, lacy panties and swelling breasts. They began to answer him back, seeming to delight in double-edged banter. He knew he should call them to task; get a grip, but he was infected with the same madness as they.
Outwith the classroom, girls kissed and cuddled openly in the corridors and common rooms. Conversation in the staff room was brisk and brittle and the smiles bright. Even Helen seemed to unwind a little and actually smiled from time to time.
On his way to his room one day he happened to pass Jacqueline's closed door. From behind it he could hear the familiar sounds of leather on flesh. Intrigued, he stopped to listen. Other than the sounds of spanking and Jacqueline's indistinct voice, he could hear nothing else. Unable to resist the temptation, he carefully turned the handle and opened the door a crack, grateful that the old doors had been properly maintained. He applied his eye to the crack. Five 3rd years were bent over the front row of desks in a line, their skirts hoisted up over their waists. Jacqueline was walking up and down the line applying a tawse, seemingly at random, to the exposed bottoms. The recipients all had red marks across their exposed skin and were twisting and twitching as the heavy leather strap did its work. They were all sobbing quietly.
"I'm not interested in excuses," she was saying. "I will not tolerate such behaviour in my classroom."
He discreetly withdrew, closing the door carefully behind him, even more intrigued as to what sort of mischief the girls had been up to to warrant a mass punishment.
Later that day he had occasion to visit the storeroom to collect some equipment for the physics lab. Being an old building, there was often a number of ways of getting from one point to another and, this time, his way took him down a little-used corridor. He turned a corner and stopped dead in his tracks. Ahead of him were two girls locked in a passionate embrace. The taller of the two was Miranda, known as 'Randy' for obvious reasons, she had a smaller girl pinned against the wall and was kissing her hard. The smaller girl, whom he took to be Lola, had her arms wrapped around her partner's neck and was giving as good as she got. Both girls had their blouses undone and their skirts pulled up over their waists and were grinding their mounds together, Lola standing on tiptoes to bring her level with the older girl. He stood and watched this erotic vision for several minutes, intrigued by the contrast between Miranda's mane of chestnut hair and Lola's blonde locks. It was a scene that would have been unthinkable a week ago - not that Randy and Lola were locked in passionate embrace but that they were doing it openly.
Holly had been restless all lesson; unable to sit still, wriggling about in her seat as if she had ants in her pants.
"You're looking a bit flushed, Holly. Is something the matter?" he asked eventually.
"No, no, sir. It's nothing." The girl flushed and tried to sit upright.
"You've been restless all lesson. Are you, perhaps, a trifle sore? A sore bottom, perhaps?"
Holly flushed even more deeply and said quickly, "Oh, no, sir. Nothing like that."
"OK. Then try to sit quietly, please."
Holly bent over her books again but, before long, she was twisting and turning again. He had to speak to her twice more during the lesson. Finally the bell rang. Holly was first on her feet, seeming almost desperate to get out of the classroom.
"Holly," he called. "Please remain behind."
Reluctantly, the young girl stopped and came towards his desk with lowered head.
"Now, Holly, what's the problem?"
"Nothing, sir. There's no problem," she mumbled, gazing fixedly at her feet.
"Come on, Holly. You're normally very good in class but, today, you haven't sat still for more than five minutes. Have you been naughty and had a spanking."
"I haven't had a spanking, sir. There's nothing wrong, honestly."
"I don't believe you, Holly. Perhaps I'd better take a look. Turn round and raise your skirt."
The girl looked at him wildly. "Oh, no, sir. Please. Do I have to?"
"I think so, Holly," he said gently but firmly. "Now lift your skirt like a good girl."
With trembling fingers, Holly turned her back to him, took the hem of her skirt and slowly raised it up above her waist. She was wearing a pair of demure white satin panties. There were no marks on her bottom and no immediate evidence of a spanking. He noticed, however, that there appeared a strange bulge inside the panties.
"Hmmm," he said thoughtfully. "Turn around and show me the front, please."
Even more reluctantly the girl turned and lifted the front of her skirt. The bulge was even more pronounced at the front. He took a step towards her and put his hand on her panties. Beneath his hand he felt the soft silkiness of her panties and, inside, something tubular and flexible.
"Well, well, Holly. What have we here? Open you legs, please."
He squeezed the object and felt it give like stiff jelly. He traced its outline and felt it's contours curve from her vagina to her anus. He started to move it about and heard the girl's hiss of indrawn breath.
"I see," he said smiling. "It's no wonder you had trouble sitting still, young lady."
"Ohhh, sir. Don't, please," gasped Holly but she parted her knees wider. He manoeuvred the bendy dildo in and out of her cunt and arse.
"You really are a very naughty girl, Holly," he said. "A toy like this is very distracting. Why did you do it?"
"It was a dare, sir."
"A dare?"
"Yes, sir. One of the others dared me to do it."
All the time he was speaking, he continued to manipulate the toy. "Indeed. And who was that?"
She looked at the floor. "I couldn't say, sir."
"You were very disruptive. I think you need a good spanking, don't you?"
She was panting and moaning softly as he worked the dildo more forcefully. "Oh, please, sir. Please don't make me say."
Her eyes were closed and she had slumped slightly, allowing him freer access and moving her hips almost involuntarily in response to the soft, slick plastic sliding in and out of her cunt and ass. She was trembling all over and covered in a slight sheen of sweat. She was really wet down below, too, and her juices were running down the dildo and soaking her panties.
"Yes," he said, withdrawing his hand. "A rather severe spanking."
"Ohhhh," groaned the girl with a mixture of frustration and fear. "If I tell you will you not spank me?"
He appeared to consider. "I don't think I can do that. But if you don't tell me it will be very much worse. He placed the flat of his hand on her panties and pushed upwards. The slick plastic was forced painfully into both her holes. She gasped and her eyes flew open.
"Oh, sir. That hurts."
He pushed harder, forcing her on tiptoes and wiggled the plastic back and forth. Her fingers tried to prise him away.
"It was Carol and Vanessa, sir," she cried. "They did it."
He let her go. "Carol and Vanessa, eh? Thank you Holly."
She stood slumped, defeated. It was only a schoolgirl prank and now it had gone horribly wrong. She was aware of his hands at her skirt.
"Wha… What are you doing?"
Neatly, almost fussily, he rolled the skirt up and tucked the hem securely into the waistband.
"I told you. I'm going to spank you."
"But I told you who dared me." She was close to tears.
"I know, but you still disrupted my class. Now come over here. And don't touch yourself."
He made her stand about 2 feet away from his desk and lean against the edge with her feet spread wide. She made an erotic picture with her long legs and pert bottom tensed, her white satin panties so damp they were almost transparent and the outline of the pink dildo was clearly visible He took a wooden paddle from his drawer and stepped behind her.
"Take off your panties."
"Oh, sir."
"Quickly now."
The girl straightened and began to wriggle the soaking panties down over her hips, being careful not to disturb the pink intruder. He knelt and pulled them down her legs, allowing her to step out of them without raising her knees.
"Now, Holly, you will play with yourself as I spank you. You do not need to count as I shall continue until you cum. Is that understood?"
"Yes, Mr Hazel," she said subdued.
"You may start."
She lifted one hand from the desk and, supporting her weight with the other, brought it down between her legs to grip the dildo. Very tentatively, she began to move it back and forward.
"If you move at that speed we shall be here all day," he said, bringing the paddle smartly down on one out-thrust buttock.
"Aaiiieee," the girl squealed as the pain seared across her bottom. She tried to jerk forward but the dildo in her arse only caused her to grip it tightly. He smacked her other cheek.
"Come on, girl," he commanded.
She gripped the dildo more firmly and began to work it in and out of her openings her more determinedly. He revelled in the obscene sight of the slick pink dildo curling round, sliding in and out of her arse hole and vagina. With mounting excitement, he applied the paddle to her cheeks.
Holly cried out as the blows rained down until the tears were streaming down her cheeks - but she never stopped driving the curving pink dildo back and forth, pushing it deep into her arse one way and deep into her cunt the other. The intense mixture of pain and pleasure were confusing her senses and driving her wild. She knew, though, that he meant what he said and would continue to inflict pain on her bottom until she came. She was so close, yet, somehow, the stinging in her bottom prevented her from reaching that critical point. Desperately, she tried to shut out the pain and concentrate on the pleasure generated by the dildo.
Then, all of a sudden, she was there. She arched her back and tried to stuff the dildo into both holes at once as her body twitched and jerked with the most intense orgasm she had ever had. It seemed to last for ever, blotting out even the fact that the blows on her bottom had stopped. Spent, she pulled out the dido and let it drop as she slumped forwards over the desk, shaking and sobbing.
Adam's cock was a hard and painful lump in his trousers. He desperately wanted to take it out and ram it into the teenager's arsehole so wantonly exposed and open where she lay across his desk. But he knew he should not. It would be better to wait - to let her absorb this experience. Then, when she had fully realised the ecstasy induced by mixing pleasure and pain - then she would be ripe!
He controlled his impulses and helped the sobbing girl to stand. He took her in his arms and smoothed her hair tenderly, making small comforting noises as she slowly recovered her senses. When, at last, she was reduced to irregular sniffles, he produced some paper handkerchiefs and wiped away her tears.
"There now," he said gently. "It's over."
"Oh, Mr Hazel," she wailed. "I'm sorry… I don't…"
"Never mind. Tell me, did you enjoy having that thing in your bottom?"
She nodded sheepishly. "It was… very strange."
"But you liked it?"
"Yes. It gave me funny feelings inside."
"Good. You'd better go now."
He handed her her panties and, in a fit of girlish modesty, she turned her back as she pulled them on, wincing as the elastic pressed against her tender behind. She rolled down her skirt, demurely trying to smooth out the creases, and prepared to go.
"Don't forget this," he said, handing her the sticky dildo.
She flushed deeply as she took it. "I won't ever use it again," she stated.
"Oh, no," he said in a fit of madness. "You must. You must use it - and often. It will help to relax your bottom and make it easier for me to enter it."
She looked aghast. "You don't mean…?"
"I do indeed. Someday soon I'm going to fuck your bottom. Not today, but soon."
Her expression was one of apprehension and uncertainty but the stiff nipples visible under her shirt showed that her body had already made up its mind.
The image of the pink dildo in Holly's rear stayed with him and seemed to ignite a spark. He had considered it before in passing, and mostly in relation to Felicia whose bottom he practically worshipped, but he became fixated with anal sex. He found himself eyeing the girls' bottoms and picturing his cock buried deep inside them. A wicked plan formed in his mind.
"Anne," he said casually one evening, "I've been thinking and it occurs to me that there's one area of the girls' education we've forgotten."
"I always get worried when you start thinking," said Anne fondly. "But tell me the worst, anyway."
She was basking in the glow of a particularly satisfying session with him and Felicia and the younger girl had fallen asleep, exhausted after being suspended upside down and made to bring each of them to a climax orally while being soundly whipped by the other.
"It occurred to me that we haven't had the girls experience anal sex yet. And I think that's a gap in their education."
"Anal sex? What's brought this on?"
He described the scene with Holly, keeping it deliberately casual and low key. "It was only afterwards that it came to me that she had liked having the dildo in her bottom. And that made me think that, perhaps, we'd overlooked that aspect of sex."
He took a sip of his drink, apparently relaxed but excited inside. Anne took the bait.
"Yes," she said thoughtfully. "I confess I've enjoyed it in the past. Perhaps you have a point. Let me think about it."
"Okay. It was just a thought."
Anne, of course, was unable to resist. She took her vocation as an educator seriously and the idea that she might not be giving her girls the best she could bothered her. Adam contained his impatience as best he could. Finally, she agreed and informed him that they would start introducing the girls to anal sex, starting with the 3rd year later that day. Adam was thrilled, especially as it was the 3rd year for he found them all particularly attractive.
He entered the training room to find three girls, all dressed in their customary training outfits; white stockings, suspenders and high-heeled shoes. He had once asked Anne why she insisted the girls dress like this. She had replied that men found stockings and high heels sexy and she wanted the girls to associate sexy activity with sexy clothing - a reason he couldn't fault.
"Today we're going to explore the delights of anal sex," announced Anne when they had all assembled.
"Anal sex?" said Susan.
"Bum fucking," said Paula, scornfully. "Don't you know anything?"
"That will be enough, Paula," said Anne sharply. "Somewhere along the line, you will be required to have anal sex. Many men are fascinated, not to say obsessed with it. Some girls enjoy it, others do not. Often it depends on how your partner behaves. The anus is very sensitive, the entrance is very tight and the rectum is not a natural place in which to have a large, stiff object. Preparation is everything. Cleanliness is essential."
She handed out large syringes with instructions on how to use them. She went with them to the bathroom to supervise.
She made them all strip while she filled the syringes with soapy water. Each, in turn was made to bend over while she injected the water into their rear passages. They were told to hold their sphincters tight for several minutes before releasing the water.
"Eeugh, this is gross," said Susan.
"Oh, I rather like it," said Cat. "It feels all warm and wet."
"I'm not sure I'm looking forward to having Mr Hazel put his thing up my bum," said Susan.
"It's not a 'thing'," said Paula. "It's a cock."
"Whatever. It seems dirty to me."
"I know, but it's nice" said Cat.
"Have you done it than?"
"Not quite. But I've had a finger up there."
"What's it like?"
"It is not easy to describe. A bit strange at first, but nice once you get used to it."
"Isn't it sore?"
"A bit at first…"
"Come along girls," interrupted Anne. "Get a move on."
The procedure was repeated with clean water and Anne pronounced herself satisfied.
Back in the training room the girls were made to stand with their toes tucked under a low bench then bend over and grip the seat. To do this they had to bend their knees and stick out their bottoms. Anne and Adam passed down the row plying the tense, outthrust bottoms with a fly-whisk whip - not an implement to cause any major pain but enough to burn a stimulating tingle. By end of it, the girls were fidgety, clenching their cheeks in a vain attempt to reduce the stinging.
"I do love the sight of twitching bottoms," he murmured to Anne.
"It is rather attractive," she said, then leered at him. "The more so when you know you're soon going to screw them." He had the grace to blush. "Now I think we need to apply some lubrication."
She knelt down behind Susan and held the young girl's thighs. "Be still now, Susan," she commanded and applied her tongue to the teenager's exposed crack.
"Oh. Ah. What…," the surprised girl cried as she felt Anne's tongue trace a route up and down the slit of her pussy and between her ass cheeks. The tongue found her anal opening and she jumped in surprise. Anne held her firmly and began to circle the pinky-brown opening. Prising the girl's buttocks apart she stiffened her tongue and began to probe at the puckered hole.
"Oooh, Ahhh." Small cries and moans emerged form Susan at this unexpected but not unpleasant assault. Her classmates, still bent double, craned their necks to try and see what was happening.
Adam had been watching, enthralled, as the beautiful blonde woman pressed her face between the young girl's buttocks. Shaking himself from his reverie he decided he had better play his part.
Selecting Paula, whose high, tight bottom concealed an enticingly dark hole, he copied the actions of his Headmistress.
The girl's reaction was as gratifying as her classmate's. She gave a little cry of surprise when she first felt his tongue probe between her labial lips then pushed back, trying to open herself to him further as he worked his tongue up and down her slit. When he was satisfied she was receptive, he turned his attentions to her ass crack, licking up and around her crinkled nether passage.
She stiffened slightly, being unused to such attention being paid to her rear hole. He circled the edge, swirling his tongue round and round and flicking it over the entrance itself. As she got used to the feeling, she began to respond with little murmurs of pleasure and a slight wriggle of her bottom.
He grasped her buttocks, delighting in their muscular elasticity, and pulled them apart with his thumbs. Stiffening his tongue, he poked it into her sphincter.
"Oh, God," she cried. "That feels so… Ohhh."
He worked away, licking around and over her rear hole and all the time probing and prodding at the entrance. Paula began to respond, pushing herself back as if to impale herself on his tongue. The push did it, her nether hole opened slightly and the tip of his tongue slipped inside. Paula squealed and clamped her sphincter shut, squeezing his tongue painfully. 'She'll be a really tight fuck,' he though excitedly as he hastily withdrew his tongue.
He knelt back to see that Anne had finished with Susan and had turned her attentions to Cat who was reacting enthusiastically to Anne's ministrations. She was pushing back into Anne's face, and rocking back and forth as if fucking herself on Anne's probing tongue. Little mewling sounds came from her throat. Adam had noticed before that Cat seemed to have a switch which, when flicked on turned her from a rather reticent, almost arrogant young lady into a ravening and insatiable sex machine. Anal sex looked like being another stimulus that flicked that switch.
Anne finally clambered to her feet, looking somewhat dishevelled and breathing heavily. She mopped the saliva from her face and winked at Adam, nodding towards Cat. Adam grinned in acknowledgement. The last week had been quite a revelation about Cat and he was looking forward to getting to know her much better.
"Right, girls, gather round please," she said.
Groaning, they stood up and came over. They were all looking rather flushed. Paula and Cat seemed particularly excited.
"You have just had your first experience of what is termed 'rimming' and 'reaming'," Anne explained. "Rimming is where the anal region is stimulated with the tongue and reaming is actual penetration. As I have said, some enjoy it more than others. Some women actually prefer anal sex to vaginal sex but, to most, it is a pleasurable alternative. You will, without doubt, be asked to accept anal sex at some point in your lives and it's important you know what to do and how to get at least some pleasure out of it."
Susan raised her hand. "Ms Henderson, how can you be so sure we'll have to do it?"
Anne smiled. "Because, as I've said, men are fascinated with it, sometimes to the point of obsession - perhaps because it's forbidden, perhaps because your rear hole is, obviously, very tight or perhaps for other reasons entirely. Whatever the reason, you will have a very grateful lover if you accede to his request for anal sex and a devotee for life if you initiate it. Having said that, not all men find anal sex a turn-on, so be careful.
"And talking of men and anal sex, men often enjoy being rimmed and reamed too. We've already covered the prostate and it's importance in the male sexual experience but many men find having a young girl stimulate their rear with their tongue very exciting. Of course you must make sure that he is clean. It is an unfortunate fact that men are more subject to flatulence than women and I can assure you that there is nothing more guaranteed to put you off a man than to have him break wind just as you're licking his arse hole."
The class broke up. "Eeugh, gross." "Horrible." "Men are so hairy."
"Remember," Anne said firmly when order had been restored, "that your role is to provide pleasure. If that requires you to use your tongue on a man's sphincter, then that is what you will do. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Ms Henderson."
"Now, other than cleanliness," she continued, "the most important thing about having your bottom penetrated is lubrication. Unlike your vagina's your anal passage produces no natural lubrication and a dry entry can be very painful. Always insist that your lover pays attention to this. There are a number of erotic ways of lubricating the anal passage. You have already experienced one of them - saliva. Did you all enjoy the experience?"
There were enthusiastic nods from Cat and Paula, less so from Susan.
"A second way is your sexual juices. If you engage in normal sex for a while, the man's penis becomes coated with your juices. Often this provides sufficient lubrication for a painless entry. It also has the additional benefit of ensuring that both of you are excited enough to ignore any initial discomfort.
"The third way is to use a natural jelly like Vaseline or KY Jelly. We will use this today."
"You mean Mr Hazel's not going to…" Cat sounded disappointed.
"Not today." She smiled. "He's going to have enough trouble keeping focussed as it is. Now Mr Hazel will demonstrate the correct technique for application."
Adam opened the jar of Vaseline and took a generous scoop on the tip of his index finger. Anne made Susan bend over and spread the cheeks of her bottom. She was a bit reluctant and it was obvious she was not looking forward to the session with any great enthusiasm. Adam placed his finger at her nether entrance and spread the sticky jelly around. Another scoop and this time he worked his finger, gently and carefully, into her bottom. Susan bit her lip as she felt the cold, sticky digit penetrate her. Aware of her misgivings he took his time, twisting his finger around as he slowly and gently worked it into her bum. With his other hand he reached between legs and fondled her cunt. His patience was rewarded when he felt her relax and give a small sigh. He replaced his finger with his thumb, gently opening her nether entrance in preparation for his cock.
In the meantime Anne had produced two small dildos which she generously coated with Vaseline. Paula and Cat were made to bend over and hold their cheeks apart while Anne gently worked the dildos into the exposed anal openings.
"Oh, God," squeaked Paula, "that feels so peculiar."
"Mmm, but sort of nice at the same time," replied Cat.
The girls were told to stand up still with the dildos in their rears while Adam arranged himself on a low chair, his legs stretched out straight in front of him.
"Susan will be first," said Anne. Who would like to be next?"
"Miss Henderson?" said Cat, blushing furiously. "Could I be last, please?"
Anne raised an eyebrow. "Oh, why?"
"Because… because I'd like to have Mr Hazel cum in me," Cat said in a rush.
"You've had a man cum in your bottom before?"
"No, Miss."
"Then why..?"
"I don't know. It just seems… right, somehow."
Anne considered the blushing girl for a moment. "All right. You can be last." She smiled. "And you're right. Having a man cum in your bottom is a unique experience. In that case Paula will be second."
At Anne's urging, Susan straddled Adam's legs with her back to him. Adam held his Vaseline coated cock still as the young girl, pulled her bottom cheeks apart and slowly lowered herself until the tip of his cock touched her puckered anal opening. She was biting her lower lip in concentration and there was a worried look in her eyes.
"Its okay, Susan," said Anne comfortingly, stroking the girl's hair. "Just take your time. There's no need to worry."
Susan glanced up at her and nodded. Her face a picture, she lowered herself slightly. Her anal opening was tight, despite Adam's ministrations.
"Cat, Paula, support her arms," said Anne. "Now, Susan, it helps if you push - just like you're in the toilet."
With the others to assist her, she tried again and, this time, her sphincter yielded.
"Ohhh," gasped Susan in surprise and clamped her sphincter tightly shut around the head of Adam's cock.
It was painful but he did his best not to cry out. Anne, noticing his discomfort, sought to reassure the teenager.
"There, Susan, that wasn't so bad was it? That's the worst bit. Just relax and let yourself get used to the feel of it."
She slipped a hand down the young girl's front and began to frig her gently.
"Oh, Miss," wailed Susan. "It feels so strange."
"It does at first but you'll soon get used to it and then it'll feel very nice indeed," said Anne reassuringly. "Just relax and let yourself go. Sit down very slowly and everything'll be just fine."
The young girl glanced up at Anne's reassuring smile and attempted a brief, brave one in return.
"Yes, Miss," she said.
She tried to relax, aided by Anne's fingers at her cunt, and, very slowly and with many stops and starts, managed to get half of Adam's cock inside her bum.
"It's no good, Miss," she was almost in tears. "I can't take any more. It's making me feel sick."
"Okay," said Anne. "You've done very well for a first time. Now stand up slowly. Help her girls."
While Anne, Cat and Paula assisted the trembling girl to stand and led her to a settee, Adam reflected that he was learning as much as the girls. He hadn't thought much about anal sex until recently but he had sort of assumed it was similar to vaginal sex. Now he was finding that it was very different. He had also not realised that it could be painful, and not only for the girl. He resolved to bear this closely in mind in the future.
The final thing he had learned so far was Susan's reaction. This hot little girl, who had shaved her pubic hairs and practically begged him to fuck her, was not at all excited by the prospect of anal sex.
He was aroused from his musings by something warm and wet wrapping itself around his semi-erect cock. It was a face cloth wielded by Cat who grinned at his expression of surprise.
"Right," said Anne when he had been thoroughly cleaned, teased back to state of hardness by two eager tongues, and re-coated with Vaseline. "Paula, you're next."
"Excuse me, Miss, but there's a small problem," the girl said with a grin. She bent over to show the dildo still embedded in her bottom.
"Oh yes, I'd forgotten about that," said Anne and carefully pulled it out.
"We haven't," said Cat.
Anne looked at her sternly. "I think we'll leave things as they are for now."
Almost eagerly, Paula stepped astride Adam's legs and presented her small, muscular bottom. She pulled her buttocks open and lowered herself towards his waiting cock. He could see the muscles in her legs tighten as she sank lower until her anal opening met the tip of his cock. Perhaps because she had had the dildo inserted for some time or perhaps simply because she was more relaxed, she pushed slightly and the tip of his cock slipped through her sphincter.
"Phooow," she gasped as she felt a cock in her bum for the first time. "It feels very odd."
Very carefully, she lowered herself further with small wriggles of her bottom.
Adam was in heaven. This was what anal sex should be like. His cock felt like it was inside a furnace - a furnace that gripped like a vice. And the visual aspect, too, of watching his cock disappear slowly between the taut buttocks, was almost as exciting. He resisted the temptation to thrust himself up off the seat.
All too slowly Paula sat back and, inch by inch, his cock slid into her bum. With many gasps and grunts from both of them, she squatted down until her bottom touched his lap.
"Well, done," said Anne. "You've taken it all."
"Have I?" said the girl, surprised.
"What's it like, Paula?" asked Cat.
"I don't know. It's difficult to describe. It's a very strange feeling. It felt a bit like I was going to be sick as it went in but now it's in… it's rather nice."
She wiggled her hips tentatively, causing spasms of lust to course through Adam's body. He cupped her breasts and tweaked the stiff nipples.
"That's nice," she murmured.
"Start moving whenever you're ready," instructed Anne.
Paula started to rise. She had to tense her leg muscles to do so and that made her anus clamp round Adam's cock.
"Perhaps not like that, Paula," he gasped.
He suggested she rest her hands on his knees and rock backward and forward. This was much better. As the young girl got used to the feeling of having a cock in her bottom, she began to enjoy it. It felt very peculiar and rather dirty having such a large object embedded in her bowels but somehow that added to the attraction. She could feel it moving around inside her as she rocked back and forth and the friction as he slid over her tight sphincter was quite pleasant. In fact it was more than pleasant - she was beginning to feel quite excited. She rocked faster.
Adam was thrilled with the sight of his cock sliding in and out of the teenager's tight arse. Her sphincter gripped him closely and her insides were hotter than a furnace. This was what he had imagined anal sex would be like.
"That feels so good, Paula," he groaned.
Paula said nothing, she was too caught up in the novel sensations of having a cock poking her arse.
Then Anne was crouching beside them. Her hand felt between Paula's thighs and her finger sought the girl's clitoris. Her touch was electric.
"Oh, God," Paula cried.
With Anne's finger urging her on, Paula began to really bounce up and down on Adam's cock. Her long brown hair was flung about as she tossed her head from side to side. Her grip on Adam's knees was painful. Adam, unable to grab her breasts, dug his fingers into the taut flesh of her bouncing bottom. Her skin was still sensitive from the earlier whipping and his touch acted like a spur, goading her to greater heights.
Suddenly she arched her back, threw her head back and wailed. She went rigid, her sphincter clamping painfully around his cock and she came, wetting Anne's hand with a flood of cum. She sat heavily, Adam's cock buried inside her to the balls and gasping and shuddering at the violence of her orgasm. Adam pulled her upright and cuddled her to his chest, stroking her breasts and arms tenderly. She twisted her head to look at him, her eyes shining.
"Oh, my God," she whispered.
Adam glanced over to see Susan staring with round eyes and open mouth and Cat with two finger buried in her cunt, frigging herself frantically. There was no doubt what she thought of the situation.
Anne gave Paula a few moments to recover before urging her up off Adam's cock. Adam found that he was trembling and covered in a light seen of sweat. He wondered how long he would last if Cat's reaction to anal sex was anything as enthusiastic as Paula's.
Cat and Susan were despatched to fetch water and cloths with which they tenderly cleaned Adam's cock. Cat was particularly solicitous.
"I am looking forward to having this in my bottom," she murmured, looking up at him with hot eyes. Her nipples, pink cones perched on the ends of her breasts, were stiff with lust.
Anne removed her butt-plug and Cat stood astride Adam's legs. She bent over and parted her buttocks giving him a good look at her partly open rear hole. She twisted her head round to give him a look that said, 'you like the view?' and wiggled her bottom. Adam gulped. Sweat broke out on his forehead.
Cat crouched, taking her time, stretching out that moment they were both anticipating. He kept his cock lined up with her hole as she lowered herself to engage just the tip of his cock in her sphincter.
She gave a sigh of pleasure as she felt him there and rolled her hips. Adam nearly came on the spot.
Slowly, deliberately, Cat impaled herself on his cock, drawing out every moment. Time seemed suspended as he felt his cock force it's way into her bottom millimetre by millimetre. With barely a pause, she sank down until she was sitting on his lap, his cock buried in her arse to the balls. She leant back and pressed herself against his chest.
"Does that feel nice, Sir?" she murmured. "Do you like being in my bottom?"
"You little minx," he growled. "I shall enjoy cumming in your arse."
She shivered. "Please. I want you to do that."
She began to move in little up and down and round and round motions. The sensation on Adam's cock was exquisite. He cupped her breasts and pinched the stiff nipples between thumb and forefinger.
"Oh, yes," she groaned. "Do it harder."
He ground her nipples between his fingers, pulling at them and squeezing them tightly.
Cat began to pant and her movements quickened. Adam slipped one hand down over the gentle curve of her belly, feeling the sleek muscles moving under the silky skin, to her pubic mound with its dark covering of soft hair. He slipped two fingers between the swollen cunt lips to find her prominent, and stiff, clitoris. Cat sighed, almost a whimper, and leant back against him, resting her head on his shoulder.
"Oh, sir," she murmured, "that feels so good."
"You like having my cock in your bottom?"
The girl nodded. "Yes."
"I can tell. You have a very fuckable bottom. I like feeling your arse squeeze me. It's very hot and tight. I like feeling your bottom pressing against my belly. I like playing with your breasts as we fuck."
As he was speaking, he started to hump off the seat, driving his cock even more deeply into her bowels.
The girl moaned. "Sir. Sir. Are you… will you cum inside me."
"I think you can depend on it. Move faster now."
Cat arched her back and began to fuck herself on his pole. He matched her rhythm and rose up as she was coming down to make her really feel his presence. Her buttocks flattened against his thighs as they met. Her moans became louder and he sensed she was close to cumming - as was he - so he redoubled his attention to her breasts and clit. She worked her bottom faster, lifting herself off his lap then dropping heavily back. Then, without warning, she bucked frantically, her belly convulsed and she let out her accustomed hair-raising howl as she came. Her sphincter closed round his cock. This was too much for him and with a guttural groan, he shot his cum into her bowels. The pleasure of having hot sperm spurt deep in her bowels was intense and Cat bucked and howled again before dropping heavily onto his lap.
She sagged against him, panting, her breast heaving, her eyes glazed. He was in no better a state. He felt weak and his legs trembled. He could barely find the strength to support the girl on his lap. He had believed he would enjoy anal sex but had never imagined such an intense experience.
Anne and the other girls were silent for a moment overwhelmed by the power of Cat's orgasm. As they had watched, they had become very aroused. Anne had pulled the girls close and made them finger themselves with one hand and her with the other while she inserted two fingers into their bottoms. Even Susan seemed to have overcome her reluctance and was enthusiastically pushing her bottom against the intruding fingers.
The watchers gave a collective sigh and disentangled themselves. Tenderly they helped the lovers to stand. Adam's cock emerged from Cat's hole with a sticky plop, followed by a stream of cum which trickled down the inside of her thighs. The young girl hugged him tightly.
"Thank you, sir. That was everything I hoped," she said in a shaky voice.
Adam stroked her damp and dishevelled hair. "You are a credit to yourself and the school," he murmured.
"I think," said Anne, resuming her school teacher role, "that this afternoon, we have witnessed both sides of the anal coin. If you don't like anal sex it can be both painful and upsetting but it can also be one a most intense and beautiful experience.
"Now, I think we've all had enough for today. Cat, you should use the syringe and clean yourself thoroughly."
"Oh, no, Miss," said Cat, shocked. "I'm going to keep Mr Hazel's cum inside me for as long as possible."
Anne smiled. "Well, in that case - class dismissed."
The girls gathered their things and left, Cat walking distinctly awkwardly.
"Did you enjoy your first anal experience, then?" Anne asked.
"Whew. It was a lot more intense than I'd expected. Catherine Luciér is an exceptional girl."
"She seems to have uncovered some well of sexuality," said Anne thoughtfully. "I think we might need to keep an eye on her. Without proper guidance, who knows where she might go." She tapped him on the chest. "Now you've discovered the joys of anal sex, who's next?"
He grinned at her. "Why, you, of course. And then Felicia. In about six weeks, once I've recovered?"
"It'd better be sooner than that."
She turned and bent over on the pretext of picking something up, presenting him with a fine view of her bottom. He saw, to his astonishment, the tip of an anal plug protruding from her arse. Despite the intensity of the last hour, he felt his cock give a small twitch and gave a wry smile. Anne always seemed to know exactly what it took to get him to do want she wanted.
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