Date: Tue, 15 Jun 2004 21:06:20 +0000
From: Anthony Hardy <anthonyhardy69@hotmail.com>
Subject: Bethan's Suprise 3

Bethan's Surprise 3 by Anthony Hardy (Lesbian, anal, oral, masturbation, sex
toys, bondage and a machine. Very Fun)

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Preamble

	After Mrs Evans' ardour with her stranger, she returned home with the
bought sex toys. She spent the following Sunday, thinking of and writing
down, different methods of punishment and pleasure. She also made a video of
her personal escapades, but that is another story.

Chapter One

By the time she arrived in school the following Monday, Bethan's parents
knew Mrs Evans personally and fully supported the idea of Bethan staying at
Mrs Evans' house for extra curricular activities. Little did they know that
this would include severe spanking, oral, anal, and vaginal and domination?
In fact, Mrs Evans planned to become Bethan's mistress. For a whole two
days, the Jones' innocent daughter would have her anal, vaginal and oral
orifices abhorred. She would be tied up, blindfolded and spanked until she
cried. Mrs Evans did not consider herself a cruel teacher; she simply wanted
to discipline her favourite pupil in the best possible way. Therefore, when
Mrs Evans approached Bethan as she was getting on the bus with her friends,
she responded affirmatively to Mrs Evans' question.

"Would you like to get fucked and be fucked for the next two days?"

	She placed the question bluntly but knew that this would shock Bethan
enough that she would feel vulnerable and her mind would not prevent her
from following her teen desire.
	Bethan's friends tried to look astonished but they could not hide their
lesbian envy. Bethan said nothing but moved towards Mrs Evans car and bent
over.

"I'm afraid the doors locked. You' will have to use your key on the lock."

	Whether this was meant as some means of sexual provocation, Mrs Evans and
Bethan's friends did not know. Nevertheless, it worked because Mrs Evans was
behind her in one stride and her hand fell quickly to Bethan's top grade
ass.

"Aaaah," Bethan screamed, piercing the serene surroundings.

	Mrs Evans thrust the key into the lock and turned it. The door sprung open
and Bethan's sluttish body was bundled into the automobile. The car zoomed
into the distance and left the remaining gaping girls in a cloud of fumes.
It flew like an eagle along the wide city roads. These busy roads eventually
petered out into narrow twisting and turning country lanes, but Mrs Evans
did not let the peddle off the metal. In fact, she was so reckless in her
driving many pedestrians shouted and swore at her as she passed. By the end
of their journey, Bethan felt very shook up and adrenaline was pumping
around her system. They drew up to a small-detached house, with a hot tub
outside and proceeded to get out of the now very hot car.

A disbelieving Bethan asked, "Am I really going to have the entire weekend
with you?"

"Yes Bethan dear," responded Mrs Evans, "but this weekend is slightly
different. For a long time now,

I have had fantasies of completely dominating a fifteen-year-old slut. You
are going to be that fifteen year-old slut."

Chapter Two

	For the full evening neither Mistress nor slave girl talked or mentioned
sex. Although
Bethan repeatedly attempted to lead the conversation onto their extremely
sexual relationship and what it would mean for them, Mrs Evans ignored her.
	A miasma of heat alighted on the room as Mrs Evans and Bethan prepared
stir-fry. They garnished all the vegetables in sunflower oil and garlic, and
then let the potato, pepper, tomato and all the other treats simmer in their
wok before dishing it up with a light garlic sauce.

"Mmmmm, this smells lovely," exclaimed Bethan. "Almost as much as you."

"I'm flattered," the host laughed.

	Mrs Evans turned around and then with one swift movement produced a bottle
of rich French wine. Not the rubbish you get at the warehouses dotted around
by customs but real French wine, full of the aromatic juice of grapes
plucked from the vineyards of the South. Its smell was very complex, full
and fruity, yet tangy and sweet with the slightest musky hint of orange
rind.

Bethan took one sip and moaned, "Oh my God. It tastes so good. Why did you
purchase something so expensive for me?"

"Don't be silly," Mrs Evans giggled. "You already know the answer. It's to
celebrate our budding relationship."

	The clock struck nine. The pair put their chairs in and complimented each
other on their wonderful cooking skills.
	The cool water flowed down Bethan's adolescent breasts and dripped off her
semi erect nipples. She did not rub them as she would usually in this
situation. Instead, she thought of her perfect relationship with her
teacher. She massaged Turkish soaps into every sinew in her body with tender
care. Bethan paid especial care to her perky bottom. She knew how much the
boys and girls loved her ass. That is why she always took so long cleaning
it and she never dressed in anything less than exceedingly tight trousers.
She cleaned her hair and then walked out of the transparent shower
compartment. She dried her body with a towel. The rough materials contrasted
with her smooth skin and made it seem all the more hot and ready for some
sensual action.
	Bethan's lithe body slid down next to Mrs Evan's, as Mrs Evans switched off
the light with one soft clap of her dainty hands. Both the girls quivered
with anticipation, Mrs Evans with the adrenaline rush of the prospect of
complete power over a sexy slut and Bethan because she had never been so
completely controlled by another girl.
	When Bethan awoke, she smelt the musky smell of her own dripping pussy.
Unknowingly during the night she had came three times. She tried to reach
down with her hands to finger herself but she found some strong leather
bonds preventing her from doing so. Bethan's feet attempted to slide upwards
to try to get to her evasive pussy but she found those bound to.
	However there was no need for her to finger herself. She quickly found a
tongue running the length from the bottom of her pussy to the very top of
her little orgasmic nub. It ran round and around the cunt then. Clockwise,
anticlockwise, always teasing, never touching.
	Bethan tried to open her eyes to see her mistress, but she discovered to
her increasing elation that she could not see a thing. Her black blindfold
sunk her deeper and deeper into visual solitude with every mounting
heartbeat.

"Oh my God, Mrs Evans, fuck me!" Bethan screamed.

	The Mistress was prepared for this ill discipline and took an arse paddle
to Bethan's firm backside. She smacked both arse cheeks one after the other
with surgical precision. She managed to strike a perfect balance between
ecstasy and agony, smacking first the right cheek and then the left.
Mistress continued in her punishment for about five painful minutes, always
increasing the speed and ferocity of smacks.
	Mistress stood back to survey her work. During the night, she had carried
Bethan down to her basement, where she had tied her up. Bethan now lay on a
king-sized bed with leather handcuffs at her ankles and wrists. A small bar
separated her ankles and the wrist cuffs were attached at a forty-five
degree angle to her naked shoulders. Around the room, there were several
sizes of vibrator, dildo and butt plug. Along with these pleasure devices,
there was also a number of large strap-on, bottles of lube, sexy outfits and
various other kinky stuff.

"Bethan you need to be punished," Mistress purred dominantly. "You're a very
naughty girl."

	She took a couple of nipple clamps off a wooden bedside table and touched
them to Bethan's nipples.

"Ooooh," Bethan groaned. "God Mistress that gets me so wet."

	She ran the silver coloured nipple clamps around the areolas.

"Good girl. Submit to your punishment," moaned an intoxicated Mrs Evans.

	She placed them on the aching, erect nipples and turned the lock. The pain
soared from her nipples straight to her temple and down to her legs and
arms. Her body screamed for release yet Mistress would not grant this animal
need.
	Mistress turned her attention to Bethan's boobs. She plucked at the clamps,
enraging Bethan's desperate pussy. She then placed her hands in a w shape
held the whole of Bethan's breast flesh in her hands and pulled upwards
silencing them both for one placid second. This did not last for long and
Bethan screamed for her liberation.

"Ooooh my God! Mistress fuck my tits with your hands," Bethan screamed.

	Mistress pulled at her tits, Bethan's tits wobbled with increases severity
with each pull. Mistress tightened the clamps even further and touched her
lips to one engorged nipple. She bit down as hard as her jaw and conscious
would allow and then released, leaving a large bite mark around the pink
nipple. She repeated this, allowing more and more blood to flow to Bethan's
breasts, swelling them to unbelievable proportions. She then licked them as
quickly as her domineering tongue would allow. The tip of her tongue
travelled as fast as Mohamed Ali's fist on an opponent's head, pushing back
and forth across the animated areola

Bethan began to moan, "Mistress I'm going to cum. Please fuck me faster."

	The moment Bethan moaned, her Mistress took a flask in her hands and held
it to her slave girl's vibrating pussy. Copious amounts of girl juice spilt
into the flask and the little that escaped was quickly devoured by Mistress'
mouth. Bethan gasped and closed her eyes beneath the blindfold, an
undeniable sign of complete satisfaction. Mistress lay beside her slut and
licked at her earlobe.

"Mmmmm, Mistress," Bethan purred.

	She licked at her cheeks and kissed her lips with a sleepy passion.
Mistress took her slut's blindfold off and kissed her eyes. She licked and
kissed her way all around Bethan's face and forehead. Bethan's ears tingled
to the sound of her Mistress's sweet nothings.

"Mistress, I need my arse to be fucked. I want to be violated by you, fuck
me please!" Bethan moaned, in her stupor.

"No, naughty slut, you must be punished now."

	The steel key made a sharp clicking noise, as it turned in the lock. Bethan
was soon free, but not for long, her Mistress had other plans for her.
Bethan's Mistress took Bethan's legs and turned her around. She was now
lying on her stomach. She ordered her to put her ass in the air, and
afterwards fixed a knee bar in between her sultry legs and a couple of
splints to her arms. This was so she was completely defenceless and could
not resist even if she wanted to. Then the Mistress did something
unexpected. She placed earphones over Bethan's ears and turned some music
on. She ran upstairs and left Bethan in that awkward state. Bethan soon
began calming down and after about half an hour, unknowingly to Bethan, her
Mistress returned with a large plastic butt paddle. She took aim, held it
aloft and then brought it down like an axe to a monarch's neck. Bethan's
eyes jumped in fear as the pain waves soared through her body.

"Aaaah, you bitch!"

	Bethan's insults were immediately reprimanded with a series of painful
slaps. Most of the blood around Bethan's hips swam to her bottom and sang
out in an anthem of hurt. Her naked slut ass went totally crimson and
Bethan's mouth opened in an almighty cry. She did not like this but she
could not do a thing about it. Her sexy fifteen-year-old arse was in her
Mistress' control and besides she would learn to be a very good servile
slut. Mrs Evans began a pattern of small hits that knocked against the sides
of her innocent ass like a butterfly beating its wings. First right then
left, then right again, her arse cheeks were taught a lesson that was etched
onto Bethan's mind.

"Now slut you have been punished. As a reward for your complete servility I
will impale your anal cavity upon my six inch strap on."

	Bethan was not too sure she would enjoy this but she had learned her lesson
well and responded positively.

"Thank you Mistress. Please violate my arsehole. Fuck my cute little
bottom."

	These words excited Mrs Evan's to a higher degree and she seemed to jump
across the room to where the strap-on was kept. It did not take long for her
to affix the pale cream coloured rubber dong to her pussy and soon she was
ready and behind Bethan with a bottle of lube in one hand and the cock in
the other. She began by noisily lubing up the rubber dick and describing how
she would defy Bethan's sacred purity. The butt of Bethan made a pleasing
squelching sound as the bottle of anal lubricant was calmly pushed a little
across the rim. The entire contents was emptied into her ass and served as a
cleaning agent as well as a little anal assistant. A small amount of the
juice managed to find its way out of the arse and onto the rim. It quickly
went to work exciting the slut and preparing the entrance to the orifice.
Mrs Evans waved her dildo against the puckered hole, ever increasing the
depth of the stroke. Until, when she tried waving it again the rim, stopped
her and Bethan gave out a loud moan.

"Please," groaned Bethan, "stop teasing me and fuck me up my bottom,
Mistress."

	This fuelled Mistress' passion and she thrust the fake penis deep inside
her slut's arse at great speed. This caused a large amount of unnecessary
lubricant to spew out and copious amounts of pleasure filled moans and
screams from her slut. She pushed as far as her momentum would allow and
then drew back, waited a second and plunged forward with even more vigour
and zeal. Mistress then proceeded to jig about while inside her sex servant,
making small jerking movements like a mating rabbit. Then for the next ten
minutes, she withdrew to the sphincter muscle only to delve deeper each
time. This continued until the entire length of the phoney phallus was
hidden by lust-ridden flesh.
Throughout this exercise, both Mistress' and slave's breathe quickened and
deepened to the point that they were both heavily panting like dogs on heat.
Unknown to Bethan there was a small cavity running along the centre of the
strap-on. This was connected to a small tube at Mistress' side connected to
her nubbin of pleasure. The purpose of this system was to provide realism in
the form of an ejaculation and Mistress was fast approaching one. She began
humping and shivering against the restrained Bethan.

"Oh yes Mistress, please don't stop. Fuck me harder, HARDER!" her slut
screamed.

"You like it, don't you bitch?" asked Mistress rhetorically.

	Mistress tried to apply some slaps to her slaves arse but missed due to her
complete orgasmic stupor. She was in another world. She only saw the
juddering body of her slut and felt and smelt only the copious lubrication
and juice that were now jumping from both of the girl's cunts. Heard only
the moans emitting from both girls' mouths and tasted the after taste of
Bethan's sweet cum and salty sweat. At last, they screamed to a halt, like
an express train reaching it is last stop of the day. Mrs Evans leant over
to her bound partner and began whispering in her ear.

"You are such a good fuck Bethan," praised Mrs Evans, "you don't feel guilty
do you?"

	She gave a gentle lick and nibbles to the earlobe, stroked Bethan's hair
and then began lovingly stroking her breasts.

"For what Miss?" questioned Bethan, "We're not hurting anyone."

	Mrs Evans withdrew and started to undo Bethan's knee bar and splints. She
lay beside her, rested her body in the steaming cum and closed her eyes.

"Are you all right Miss, do you want me to bathe you. You're very dirty."
said Bethan seductively.

	The words positively rolled off her juice-covered tongue. Bethan lay beside
her Mistress and held her hand.

"No it's all right, we need to get showered quickly. No touching. I'm too
tired."

	They rolled off the bed and crawled into the shower. Once they had dried
themselves, they climbed upstairs and into Mrs Evans bed, completely spent.
They slept like logs or like bisexual sluts who had just had passionate sex.

"Goodnight Bethan."

"Goodnight Mistress."

Chapter Three

	The next morning the two girls found that they were still totally
exhausted. That is the reason they did not even contemplate having sex until
after lunch.

"Please Mistress, may we have sex again? I desperately need it."

	No sound left the Mistress' mouth, but instead she conveyed her message
through actions. She began by walking placidly out of the room, Bethan was
well trained and knew when her Mistress wanted her, and so she followed. She
quickly travelled to the basement and produced a twelve-inch strap-on.

"Ok, slut. When I bought all these toys, I shagged the shop assistant. She
showed me things I really enjoyed, I will show you some of them." Mrs Evans
informed. "Now bend over against that wall," she commanded.

"Yes Mistress, please fuck me as hard as you can. I'm a little slutty
nymphomaniac," Bethan moaned, in anticipation.

	Bethan positioned herself in an n shape against the wall. Her pert bottom
pointed towards the ceiling and her tits pointed to the floor.

"Perfect. Now grip your beautiful ankles with your hands."

	She did this and Mistress placed two Velcro straps around her two sexy
ankles. Between these arrangements was a steel, three-foot bar.

"Now Bethan don't be scared. What I am applying to your breasts right now
will send you into orgasmic bliss."

	She plucked at the two teenage knockers and stuck two little nodes; similar
to the type you might use to measure your pulse with. There a pleasure
filled orgasmic pulse was sent throughout Bethan's body as Mrs Evans pressed
a venomous finger down on a button. She pressed it again, longer this time,
making sure Bethan was completely used to these strange sensations.

"Can you feel that Bethan. That is ten pounds worth of good lady fucking
pressing onto your teenage nipples. I fucked a very horny slut, only
slightly older than you, to get that piece of kit."

"Oh Miss, please do me. I haven't had my cunt fucked yet."

"All in good time, all in good time."

	She began pressing the button again completing the electrical circuit and
sending Bethan further into orgasmic bliss. Miss reached down and clutched
at an irresistible breast, she pulled it up and let it fall. The bottle of
lubrication thumped as it hit the floor. Mrs Evans' slick hands crept
towards it again, this time more desperately. She could not stand this much
longer. She had a fifteen-year-old nymphomaniac in her hands and she was
having trouble grasping a bottle of lube. She wanted in. In school, she told
her pupils to set themselves targets. Now it was time for her to set a
target. To fuck her within the next five minutes or give up as a failure.
She had no choice. She reached across to the bottle and clutched it with her
hand. Lust coursed through her veins and then she stood up.

"Ok Bethan, I'm going to take you out. I am going to put my own sanity on
the line and I will maintain my consciousness throughout your fucking. By
the time I'm finished with you will be flopping around on the end of my
dong," moaned Mrs Evans while she lubed up her sub missive's snatch and her
own plastic cock.

	She pressed deep within Bethan's inviting snatch, letting the excess juice
forced up by the end of the nob, lubricate the next part and so on until
Bethan was completely impaled upon the huge fuck toy. She withdrew then and
thought. What could possibly make these proceedings any more exciting?
Bethan moaned in anticipation.

"Ok Bethan I've got a little treat for you now. Last week I did a little bit
of DIY. Look up, can you see the pulley system?"

"Miss please, I need a good fucking! Do absolutely anything to me, just let
me be satisfied," Bethan groaned.

	In answer, Mrs Evans picked up a piece of rope, and hooked it around
Bethan's lithe body. The other end she pulled onto the pulley system and
pressed a button. There was a quiet clanking sound and then Bethan rose a
couple of inches, keeping her on her tiptoes.

"Uuugghh!" Bethan moaned in frustration.

	Small indents in the shape of fingers were made as Miss grasped her slut's
hip and petit arse. She gyrated her hands forward until her fingertips were
caressing the perimeter of Bethan's pussy. Ever so gently pulling at her
lips she eased first one pussy clip on, then another, then another and so on
until she was completely exposed and in a severe amount of pain. There are
only a few places in the world that are completely isolated and Mrs Evans'
fuck house was one of them. Not anywhere else available to the English
teacher's seductive body would provide suitable protection from prying eyes
and ears.

"Oooooh fuck me, bitch."

	There was a new animal ferocity in Bethan's voice and she knew how to alarm
her Mistress. The simmering pain over time had turned into an unexplainable
lust. Bethan wanted fulfilment and she wanted it badly. She tried reaching
behind to seize her tormentor's phallus but could not free herself from her
bondage.

"All right Bethan, here it comes. I am going to fuck you so hard for your
impatience."

	She plunged her cock deep within the fifteen year old. As before the first
inch's intrusion prepared the next inch for it's entrance and this continued
until even the hilt was embedded in Bethan's young flesh.
	Anyone presented with a side on view of the happenings would have been
disgusted but intrigued. A tall blonde brunette haired woman had her grips
on the hips of a young teenager in bondage. She was gyrating forward and
with each move the young girl made a short spasm, even comically so. The
young girl had her brunette hair hanging towards the ground and her tits
paralleled.

Her toes could only manage to graze the plush carpeted floor as she was
hanging by a strange pulley contraption connected to the ceiling. Now and
again, the older women would make a movement with her hand and the
teenager's tits would wobble unprotected. The adolescent would attempt to
catch her breasts as they wobbled, hoping to catch her invisible demons.
However it would become clear that no such actions were possible for the
dainty hands were caught in a form of handcuff and bar entrapment. As I
informed before anyone presented with a side on view of the happenings would
have been disgusted but intrigued. This was not so with the hidden cameras
in every corner. They were indifferent to the happenings. However, gasps of
amazement were heard throughout the Internet land, as people of all kinds
logged onto see the spectacle. Unknown to Bethan Mrs Evans had set up a
website and was at this very moment controlling the available angles with
the button in her hand, more accustomed to Bethan as the pleasure her tits
knew and loved.

"Aaaah! Miss, abuse me. Fuck my pussy until it bleeds."

	New vigour was stirred in Mrs Evan' loins and she began her attack anew,
pushing deeper and deeper until she reached the cervix. She withdrew
completely and before Bethan had a chance to close the virulent orifice, she
delved into the miasma of pussy. It seemed that steam was rising off the
temptress' hips. Every time any amount of sweat seeped to the surface, it
would dissipate away. She continued this onslaught until Bethan would push
back no longer and was content to wilt at the mercy of her Mistress. Bethan
could not hear the thump of the chair hitting the ground. She was oblivious
to Mrs Evans lifting up a chair and placing it behind her sluttish body, but
she did feel the cool of the air when her Mistress removed the realistic
dong.

"Aaaah, so good."

"Just wait you slut." The words rolled off the well to do English teacher's
mouth with ease.

The next act was terrible. Mrs Evans climbed upon the chair, pressing the
legs further into the luxurious red carpet. She clutched at her cock and
aimed. Then she kicked back the chair and fell into the welcoming cunt. The
climax was effective and immediate. Juice squirted and poured out of the
over indulged clitoris. Mrs Evans ejaculated into Bethan's cervix. She held
onto the button of the breast gratifier, an action with no will of her own.
This brought on the film affect and hundreds of lucky people came across the
world. They were both in another world, surrounded by pretty colours and
strange feelings. Their deepest desires flitted past their eyes in a blue
haze, and all the while Beethoven's fifth played quietly. Bethan made no
sound as she slumped unconscious to the floor, breaking the rope. Mrs Evans
soon fell asleep, but before she did, she lifted her head an inch and moaned
at the camera.

"I promised," and then. "Goodnight!"

Chapter Four

	Time was never present in Mrs Evans' shag house. She delighted herself on
being able to submerge herself in the gratuitous pleasures of the body and
to disappear from society for a little while. That is why then, that
Bethan's Mistress realised with great urgency that it was crucial to fuck
Bethan one last time before it was needed that they re-enter society's
bounds. She decided upon the last method of shooting her slave to the brink
with great relish. She plotted her ultimate fucking.
	Even when Mrs Evans awoke, Bethan was out cold such was the extreme nature
of her earlier ministrations. She carried her upstairs away from the
basement of base pleasure and laid her in a bath of smelling salts and
aromatic liquids. These were designed not only to revive the poor nymph's
body from its sexually induced stupor but also to heighten the pleasure of
the fourth and final major onslaught. Each of the new chemicals quickly sunk
into the bloodstream and gave Bethan a new zeal and an incredible
sensitivity to pleasure.
	Even the merest touch on her pussy immediately perhaps by the kiss of a
Mistress such, as Mrs Evans would bring her off now. She would cascade into
a world were all things had no meaning, save for a huge infrastructure of
electrical charges soaring and coursing through her body. The ejaculation
would be like nothing that either of the pair would have experienced. The
plain touch, smell, taste, sound and sight of this orgasm would surely push
Mrs Evans over the threshold. Nevertheless, this was not to be the case. Mrs
Evans would not let the now fully awake Bethan to administer to her girl
needs. She would instead wait until the raw and animal like power that was
now cascading down Bethan as she stood up, rolling, jumping spinning and
always gaining speed with the droplets of water that plummeted down her
lithe body as she shook her hair in an appreciative sense of her womanhood,
wait. The energy would seep slowly further into her body, increasing
dramatically the amount of pleasure that Bethan could and would receive. Mrs
Evans guided Bethan away.

"Come now, Bethan you are not now my slave, for obvious reasons. However I
do have one last task for you to perform before this weekend is over and you
sink back into your normal life from this high height."

	Bethan now walked calmly, almost serenely out of the bathroom. Like a young
queen in the public eye she walked, powerful and bursting at the seams with
well-mannered fuck ability. Pausing only once to turn her head, she beckoned
Mrs Evans to follow. She enjoyed her new status but as with most things like
it, it would not last.
	As Bethan entered, the basement was greeted with an awe inspired look of
terror, immeasurable curiosity and a sense of longing. For within the centre
of the room instead of the king size bed stood a contraption.
	It was of the same dimensions of a small double bed, aside from the
thickness and material. The whole thing was made out of two-inch thick
rubber, reinforced by an electrified crisscross of wires. This created the
feeling that the whole thing was heated as a water bottle is but with much
more inflexibility. This was secure at the centre of a simple archway of
metal. It was attached in such a way that it was possible that the user
could spin vertically. At the bottom, two corners of the rubber mattress
were two foot rests with straps. These footrests could be raised two feet
above the rest of the mattress by way of a remote control, for easy access.
There were wrist straps at the centre of the head of the bed and a
mysterious square where the upper back would be placed.

"I am now your Mistress once again, slave. Now lie upon my bed of pure
indulgence," commanded Mrs Evans with new power in her voice.

	Curious and in awe of her Mistress' authority, the slut did as she was
told. Placing her feet in the footrests and her wrists in the wrist straps
above her head, she awaited Mistress' next action. Walking past the metal
frame she clutched at her slut's wrist fixing them securely in position.
Then the same at the footrests leaving the fifteen-year-old slut bound to
perfection an allowing no movement. She went to darkened corner of the room
and picked up a remote control; as she had done this Bethan felt her
Mistress' contraption getting warmer.

"Mmmmm," she moaned. "It feels so good."

"So you like it sex slave, yes?" Mistress asked.

"Yes Mistress, thank you."

	The heat reverberated through out, then concentrated on the usual hotspots
for a little while, before passing from bottom to top, from top to bottom.
This heat opened Bethan a little, hardened her nipples and began moistening
her shaven pussy. With each quick breath in, she clenched her buttocks and
released with each breath outwards. Her eyes opened and closed in disbelief
in the wondrous feelings that she was being granted. Saliva trickled from
her mouth only to be swept up by her caring Mistress. A drop of perspiration
formed on her brow and slid slowly down, in between her eyes, then on her
nose only to drop down and seek out the clefts of her lips. Another one
came, this time seeking a position around the lips and dropped off her chin
gathering speed. It swam down in her luscious cleavage, only to rise upon
her breast and brush her nipple, generating an audible gasp from the slave's
succulent lips. It leaped down the breast and soared down seemingly
traversing her bellybutton to reach the top of her vaginal area and then
downwards still seeking out Mistress' sex slave's arsehole.

"Oooooh, Mistress. You know exactly how to please me."

"Yes, I do," her Mistress, purred.

	The tip of the Mistress' finger met a button. The button in question had a
strange symbol adorning it. It was a small circle surrounded by a much
larger circle. Two mechanical arms came up from underneath this arrangement
and moved towards her slut's nipples. Two suckers similar to those types
found in bathrooms became securely attached to her and a blue spark shot up
the mechanical arms.

"Aaaaaaah, Mistress," the slave screamed. "Oooooh my God."

	Another button was pressed and the mysterious square revealed itself
another mechanical arm. It pressed upwards pointing her breasts forwards and
left only the bottom half of her body and her wrists attached to the rubber
mattress.

"Oooooh yes."

You like that don't you slut. You like Mistress shocking your tits to
attention."

	Bethan could only moan in reply. Mistress left the button on, emitting a
continuous stream of electricity into her slut's nipples. Perhaps not as
powerful as the first two initial shocks but enough to very gradually push
her to a state of bliss. She pressed down upon a new button, this time the
button was in the shape of a foot. The slut's feet were gradually raised and
when they reached their two-foot limit, they spread outwards to be at a
forty-five degree angle to their original position. This left the cute
little girl's butt hole wide open and her sultry cunt exposed to the world.
The schoolgirl was delirious, in a state of perpetual pleasure. The movement
of her legs from the mattress was to in effect be the building of her
present sexual experience. It opened her and stretched her vaginal walls to
their limits. Her clean arsehole was a third its normal size and her breasts
heaved under the strain of the whole situation.

"Are your knockers enjoying this slut, do you want your dirty slut cunt to
juice?" Mistress asked rhetorically.

	The sex slave managed to wake from her daze but only licked her lips in
reply. She was ready for a good fucking and she was going to receive one.
However, not quite in the way she thought.
	Mistress gazed at the midnight coloured remote control before her. She
concentrated for a moment on one particular button, before lightly tapping
it with an extended fingernail. An unimpressive one-inch of rubber vibrator
appeared on the end of yet another mechanical arm. It climbed out from
underneath the bottom of the mattress and slowly moved towards its target.

"Yes Mistress vanquish my bottom with your vibrator," she screamed as it
penetrated her asshole.

For the second time that sex session Mistress wandered to the darkened
cornet this time producing two thermometers. When she returned her slut had
been penetrated this time in her snatch by a fresh vibrator. She inserted
both thermometers in their required holes and connected them to a couple of
wires.

"Aaaaaaah, Mistress so cold! So goooood! Fuck my arsehole and my pussy!
Fuuuuuuck me now!"

	The vibrators gradually extended until they were a full five inches each.
All this was having its affect on the victim of the Mistress' machine. She
screamed out in joy. An animal lust paced her every orifice waiting to be
released. Her eyeballs rolled and saliva freely emanated from her mouth.

"Now slut, I have something very important to tell you, so listen up. These
thermometers are connected via wires to similar vibrators in my pussy and
arsehole, the hotter you get the hotter I get. And another thing, the louder
you scream, the more I'm fucked. We should both have our juicy orgasms
around the same time," Mistress explained.

	Whether Bethan heard this or not is debatable, because she did not respond.
She was far too gone for any response. Nothing existed to her but pure, oh
so pure, unadulterated pleasure. She constantly moaned, thrusting her hips
forward on the motionless vibrators. Her Mistress decided to take the
plunge. Pressing the large red button marked: "Danger Ultimate Pleasure!!!"
she sought a remarkable orgasm. The two vibrators extended to their full
twelve inches and the mattress began to rotate. With her arse fully plugged
and her pussy throwing juice, the slut began to scream. Each new wave of
full power electric current to her nipples would bring a new distorted
feature to her face. Her expression would change from pleasure filled to
painfully not as the two phalluses took turns smashing in and out of her
cunt and ass.
"Uuuuuuuuugh, aaaaaaaah yeeeeeeees," Bethan groaned. "Fuuuuuuuuuck me!"

"Oh yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!!" With each, "yes" Bethan's
Mistress would increase in volume and tempo.

"My arse! Uuugghh pussy"

"Take me now you slut," Mistress screamed loudly. "Scream louder!"

	Bethan spun around and around, her world but a blur of colour and
sensation. Both female's pussy flooded with cum and their arses clenched
around the fake nobs. Mrs Evans tits jiggled around and Bethan's nipples had
spasms. Her clitoris waved in the steam and her jaw was unhinged in an
animal cry.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah, fuuuuuuuuuuuuck meeeeeeeeeeee!!!!"  Bethan
was clearly beyond the point of control.

	Without neither reason, nor warning the entire overwhelming incident
stopped. Everything hanged in the air. Then as soon as it had stopped the
flood of feeling began again.
	Bethan's electrodes administered the biggest shock possible for the device.
At the same time, both anal and vaginal rubber penises slammed in at once
depositing twelve inches of neat fulfilment. In addition, Mrs Evans had her
pussy and bottom plunged by twin cocks as fast and hard as possible until
they disappeared from sight. The cum ascended upon a stairway of sleaze
until it reached a full foot above the dispensers, then nose dived onto
their individual faces.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah, fffffffuuuuuuuuuuuukkkkkkkkkk mmmmmeeeee!!!!"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuugh, dooooo mmmmmeeeee!!!!!"

	There was no room for reason, pride or society in their passion. Logic nor
law held no place in this place of desire. The orgasm was complete.

Chapter Five

	When Mrs Evans and Bethan's minds began to seep into consciousness, it was
night. The machine released her and she stretched. For the first time that
weekend, she was the first up.

"Wake up, Miss, it's time for me to go home. We've got school tomorrow."

She stirred but shook her head instead saying, "Stay the night. I'll ring
for a pizza and I'll drive you in tomorrow. I'll arrange for your books to
be handed in."

	Enticed by this offer Bethan nodded her head and left the room. There would
be no more sex this week. She was still exhausted and she had spent five
hours sleeping. No masturbation, nothing. The steam filled kinky romp had
drained her of her week's supply of energy. Half an hour later, the bell
rang. Miss must have called the Pizza House, Bethan thought. She went to
answer it, but when she arrived, Mrs Evans was already trying to haggle the
price down. The boy looked a bit flustered and very embarrassed because Mrs
Evans was completely naked. Poor boy she thought, Mrs Evans is very hot.

"Hiya, what's your name then."

	His erection was clearly visible through his shorts. My, I'd like to get
myself a bit of that thought Bethan. Her hand almost travelled to her naked
pussy, but not quite.

"Um...Anthony...that'll be ten pounds. Have I called at the wrong time?"

"No, no. This is just the right time."

	She started moving her hips in time with some imaginary music. She trailed
a finger through her hair and down to her pouted lips. A wet voluptuous
finger slowly glided down her plentiful bosom, as it struck her nipple she
kissed the air and blew it to him. Her finger played downwards, until it
reached between her legs.

"Become naked," she whispered in a seductive voice.

	He hurriedly stripped and rushed inside, following her swaying ass with his
blue, blue eyes. Signalling to Bethan to take the pizza, Mrs Evans kneeled
down in front of the best and most comfortable armchair in the house.

"Sit, please."

	Anthony staggered towards the armchair, his hard on swinging and proudly
erect between his legs. He sat down heavily and she began sucking at the
hair on his balls. Consuming more and more hair, she eventually got to his
balls, and took them into her mouth. He moaned in appreciation of her
well-practiced art and closed his eyes enjoying the combination of the rich
log fire nearby, and her oral care. Her tongue swung upwards onto the base
of his cock seeking his manhood. She ran her tongue upwards finding the tip
of his dick and taking his full six inches into her mouth.

"Mmmmm, so good," he groaned.

"Bethan, come here darling, I can't make him squirt on my own you know. It
would be unfair on you not to let him spray your face with his jism."

	She strode in refusing to give into her exhaustion and finding a new lease
of life.

"Mmmmm, six inches of hardcore man flesh, lovely. Just what a girl needs
after a weekend of girl-girl lovin'," she purred, looking him straight in
the eye. His cock twitched in response.

	 She came in where her teacher left off and took the whole of his meat into
her mouth. Finding his arsehole clean, Mrs Evans decided to lick him out.
And so she did, digging into his bum with ardour.

"Uuuh," he moaned.

"Stop Bethan, I want to suck on him some more."

	She took Bethan's place and gave him head. Her lips enveloped his tip then
gradually she took the whole penis into her mouth. Then releasing it, she
moved it towards Bethan's mouth with her outstretched tongue. She did the
same and they continued this manoeuvre until he was aching, cum was
dribbling out of his tool and he was red in the face.

"Make me cum, you sluts. Swallow my man juice."

	They took up position on either side of his cock, placing their lips across
his phallus and sucking for all they were worth. Mrs Evans stuck two of her
fingers in his anus. Just as Anthony was about to ejaculate, Bethan took
hold of his prick with her hand and opened her mouth. It sprayed once in her
mouth and then she moved slightly away letting the cum gush onto her face.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuugh, fuuuuuuck meeeeeee!!!"

	Bethan stuck a couple of digits up his bottom, rapidly moving them in and
out. Mrs Evans then moved his erection towards her face and jerked it a
little, producing yet more love juice, which flew into her mouth and over
her face. Both girls hugged each other and began French kissing, in front of
Anthony. He couldn't believe his luck. I mean finding two naked bisexual
sluts who wanted sex is just unbelievable he thought.

"Oh, I almost forgot about the pizza," Mrs Evans abruptly said.

	She made a swift movement and brought the box to his lap. Wanking him once
again, she made him burst his remaining load onto the pizza. They ate it
together savouring the taste of olives and jism. He left with their phone
numbers and a copy of Mrs Evans' video. They showered together but not
touching. The soothing feather down duvet sent them to sleep.

Chapter Six

	The next day Mrs Evans drove Bethan to school. As they reached the archway
to the entrance to the school Mrs Evans turned to look at Bethan's eyes.

"Bethan, that was great thank you...for everything."

"Yes, it was thank you so much for disciplining and tending to my needs."

	Mrs Evans bent her head towards Bethan's head. She kissed her passionately
forcing her tongue deep inside. Licking all around the inside of her mouth,
and tapping each of her teeth. Bethan kissed back then, releasing her from
her servitude of Mrs Evans, officially. And then, they kissed together as
one tumbling mass of passion and lust. The tongues intertwining and dancing
in concert. The infatuation yielded and they held hands. Kissed once and
aparted.

Postscript

	For a week or so, Mrs Evans and Bethan did not meet, but they did wink,
flirt and pass brief kisses. Bethan though had plans for this relationship
and eagerly awaited an opportunity to tell Mrs Evans of her plans to seduce
her friend Angharad, Hari to her friends.

	If you enjoyed this story, please send me an email about what you enjoyed,
girls are especially welcomed. If you did not send me an email telling me
what you did not like. To the person that asked for a story between a
college aged girl and two young girls, as I have said before this shall be
Bethan's Surprise 4. Please though send me an email telling me the outline
of the story. I would like to customise it to your desires.