After the traumas, and successes, of Open Day life became very hectic. The annual ordeal that was known as Exams was fast approaching. The school took exams extremely seriously so both staff and pupils were extremely busy with study and revision. Girls might leave Greenwood well versed in the erotic arts but it was exam results that persuaded parents to part with hard-earned cash (or not, in some cases) to pay the hefty fees the school charged. The activity was not confined to academic subjects. Anne had something special planned for the annual prize-giving and she was insistent that the girls completed her sexual curriculum. Adam was kept very busy both in and out of the classroom and was grateful for Helen's tonic.
Exam time approached and the school became almost monastic. The exam timetable was posted on the noticeboards and attracted huddled groups of girls bemoaning one unfair juxtaposition or another. Girls disappeared into study rooms and dormitories immediately after class and only emerged for dinner. Teachers coached students, both individually and in small groups, on areas in which they were weak. Anne fretted and tried to stay out of everybody's way.
During the exam period itself, things were almost funereal. Notices saying 'Quiet Please. Exam in Progress' appeared on doors everywhere. Everybody wore worried frowns in place of the usual smiles, tiptoed down corridors where previously they would have clattered, whispered when they would have shouted. Adam was very impressed. The whole school, from youngest to oldest was taking this examination business very seriously indeed - more seriously than he was accustomed to and far more seriously than he would have believed given the other activities in the school.
At last it was over. The final exam papers had been completed, collected and despatched to the markers. A collective sigh of relief swept through the school. As a treat, Anne organised a party for the girls to which the teachers were not invited. Although it was expected, indeed almost a tradition, the news was greeted with manic glee. It was obvious that Anne had been planning this for some time for, with frightening precision, the dining hall was emptied, caterers arrived and departed and a couple of well-known local DJs arrived with about a ton of equipment.
Adam was somewhat concerned about the number of young men who, it seemed, were necessary to assist the DJs.
"These DJs seem to need an awful lot of people to help them," he commented to Anne.
"Well, it is a very prestigious gig, I believe," she replied, trying to suppress a smile.
"Yes, but there'll be an awful lot of young men with the girls and no teachers to supervise."
"Oh, I shouldn't worry about it."
"Yes, but…"
"So what is your problem?"
"I don't know. It's just that…" He shifted uncomfortably.
"Adam Hazel," she exclaimed in mock surprise. "I do believe you are jealous."
"Of course I'm not jealous." His response was too quick and sharp to be convincing.
Anne laughed. "You are jealous. You don't want competition in your private harem."
He sighed. "I suppose you're right, to an extent," he admitted sheepishly. "I've grown so used to them, er, being around that I confess I do rather think of them as mine." He sighed again. "They're not, I know, but I've grown very fond of them."
She looked at him fondly. "That's why you're such a good teacher. You care for your students as people." She laughed. "It's the young men you should feel sorry for. There'll be forty horny girls in that hall tonight all desperate to let off steam. And with the training we've given them in the past year, I don't think the lads will know what hit them."
He smiled at the thought. "I wouldn't mind being a fly on the wall."
She punched him lightly on the arm. "You'd never settle for just being a fly."
He laughed, ruefully. "You see right through me."
The staff gathered for their own, more sedate celebration in Anne's apartment and watched from the windows as the girls trooped over to the dining hall in groups of four or five, dressed to the nines and teetering on high heels.
They sat around and made small talk, glasses of good wine in their hands. They scoffed canapés and finger food and listened to the throbbing beat of drums and bass carried on the still evening air from the dining hall. 'A couple of years ago,' Adam thought rather sadly, 'I would have preferred to have been there than here.' He pictured the sweaty heat of the clubs he knew: the music so loud it hit you in the chest like a physical blow, the conversations held by shouting directly into someone's ear, the beer drunk directly from the bottle, and realised he didn't miss it at all.
"Why so sad?" asked Jacqueline, materialising at his elbow.
"I think I'm getting old."
She laughed. "You're just suffering from post-exam blues."
"There's no such thing."
"There is and you've got 'em."
"I never have before."
"Be honest. When did you ever really care how your students did?"
He looked at her with surprise, remembering his earlier conversation with Anne.
"Perhaps you're right," he said with a smile.
"Of course I'm right," she said smugly. "Why do you think we're all sitting around here like we're at a funeral?"
The girls' party wound down around 1am. They streamed from the hall, laughing and giggling as they made their rather unsteady way back to the dorms. Although there was supposed to have been no alcohol, Adam was sure that the girls would have been just as determined to get hold of some as he had been at their age.
He and Anne went down to make sure there was no significant damage and pay the DJs. As she had predicted, they were walking decidedly gingerly.
"Good gig?" she asked one of them.
A grin split the young man's face from ear to ear. "Too right. The best. Whoo-hoo. I'd almost do this one for free."
"In that case..." said Anne, withdrawing the wad of notes she'd been about to hand over.
"Hey, man," the DJ protested. "I said 'almost'."
With a grin she handed him his pay. "We'll see you again next year."
"You betcha. I'd come out of retirement to do this one."
She chuckled. "Your wife wouldn't let you."
The DJ laughed. "You're prob'ly right." He paused and squinted at her. "Know what, you're cool."
He staggered away to supervise the loading of his gear.
"Thank you - I think," she said to his retreating back.
After a rather subdued weekend the school returned pretty much to normal. Anne's wisdom in giving the girls their head at the party was clear. They settled back into the rhythm of the classroom almost immediately. But Adam was aware of a subtle change in a number of them, particularly the older girls. They acted with a greater degree of self-confidence, almost a swagger. Their experiences with the DJs had shown them that they were very desirable young women, knowledgeable beyond their years and well able to handle less experienced young men.
A couple of days later Anne said to him out of blue, "Lets have some fun, tonight."
"Oh? What sort of fun?"
She gave a wicked grin. "I thought we could play with some girls. You like playing with girls, don't you?"
"That depends on the girls - and the games," he grinned back.
"I think you'll like both."
"Knowing your evil mind, I'm sure I shall."
"Are you insinuating I have a dirty mind?" she asked in mock indignation.
"No, I'm not insinuating anything. I'm stating it as a known fact," he said, keeping a straight face.
"Well, that's all right, then. I'll see you after tea."
"It's a date."
When Adam arrived at Anne's apartment, only she was present.
"I thought you were inviting guests," he said. He heard giggles from an adjoining room. "Oh, I see you have."
Anne patted his cheek. "Make yourself at home. I'm just going to slip into something more comfortable."
"Comfortable for what?" he said patting her bottom.
She leered at him over her shoulder as she went off towards her bedroom. "You'll see. By the way, I think you should change, too. You'll find some things in my office."
The 'things' turned out to be a short electric-blue silk kimono with a red, orange and green fire-breathing dragon embroidered on it. He stepped into the ante-room to admire himself in the mirror. 'Not bad,' he thought. 'It makes you look quite dashing.' He settled himself on a settee thinking that he was probably in for an interesting and eventful evening.
Six girls, two each from the 3rd, 4th and 5th years, came in, giggling and laughing excitedly. They were dressed in translucent baby-doll nighties trimmed with lace, and tiny thongs that only just cupped their vulvas. They knew full well they were in for some spanking and sex and, after the enforced abstinence of the exam period, were eagerly anticipating it. They strutted around the room posing and preening. Although Adam knew them well, there was something about the parade of half-concealed breasts and hidden pubic mounds that was more erotic than if they had all been naked.
"A pyjama party," giggled Nikki as Anne appeared in a long black, fur-trimmed gown of the finest net that swept the floor.
"A naughty one, I hope," said Miranda. She had acquired her nickname of 'Randy' for obvious reasons.
Anne smiled at their eagerness. "Indeed. A naughty pyjama party."
Paula looked round and seemed to be thinking. "It's a bit unfair, Miss," she pouted. "There's six of us and you, Miss, and only Mr Hazel."
"And why is that unfair? I don't think Mr Hazel's complaining," said Anne.
Paula blushed. "It means we won't all.. you know," she said.
"Won't all what?" said Anne, grinning broadly.
"You know… get fucked."
Anne turned to Adam. "Well, Mr Hazel, do you think you'll manage to fuck all six of them, and me, of course?"
"Well… I, er…" Adam spluttered. "I might manage to fuck all of you but I doubt I could, er, cum that many times."
"And how many times do you think you can cum?"
The girls hid giggles as Adam flushed. "I really don't know, Miss Henderson," he said with as much dignity as possible. "Twice, perhaps. Maybe three times."
"Such a pity. Poor Mr Hazel doesn't seem to have the stamina he used to." She sighted so theatrically that the girls giggled openly and even Adam had to smile. "In that case, we'll just have to save his cum as a special treat - a prize to be awarded to the best girls."
"Best at what, Miss?" asked Zoë.
"I don't know. I'll think of something," said Anne airily. "You'll all have to excel at everything, just in case."
This was greeted with good-natured disapproval.
"We'll start with a little warm-up session," Anne continued. "But, as a special treat, you will warm each other up. And, as an extra special treat, Mr Hazel and I will join in." Adam felt a stirring in his groin, the idea of four simultaneous spanking sessions rather appealed.
Anne paired the girls off. After some discussion, they agreed who was to go first and one girl of each pair knelt up on the large settee hands resting on the back. The nighties were so short that, in this position three delectable bottoms were artistically displayed, the small triangle of gauze between their thighs providing an erotic contrast with the bare skin.
"Miss?" said Miranda, tentatively. "Could we ask a favour? Could we do it where we can see you and Mr Hazel, please?"
Anne's initially cross expression changed to a sly smile as she considered the idea. "I don't see why not. Do you have any objections, Mr Hazel?"
"No, none at all." For some strange reason the thought of the six nubile teenagers watching him getting whipped turned him on.
They turned the settee around. Adam volunteered to go first. He knew that he would be quite worked up by the time Anne was finished and therefore likely to get carried away and spank her much harder than she had him. He slipped off his kimono and knelt up on an armchair positioned where the girls could see. He turned his head to see two fair heads and one dark looking at him over the top of the settee with eager expressions on their faces.
Anne handed out whips with short-handles and multiple strands of suede leather. Adam braced himself for the first lash. He noticed the girls on the settee were doing the same. The whip came whistling down and met his tensed buttocks. He was aware of the strands landing without being unduly concerned - then the pain hit and he sucked a deep, hissing breath through clenched teeth. Anne, a past master at this game waited until his nerves had settled down before she delivered the next blow. He clenched his buttocks tightly as the rivulets of pain arced through his body.
To distract himself, he turned his attention back to the settee. Anne's blow had galvanised the girls into action. Paula, Gabrielle and Miranda were raining blows down upon their unfortunate companions. The three faces were still watching him from over the back of the settee but now they held expressions of pain and the hands gripping the top were white knuckled.
As the whipping progressed, the sharp pain in Adam's bottom turned to a throbbing heat that was so intense it was almost pleasurable. His cock began to stiffen. The sounds of leather smacking on flesh, the small cries and whimpers from the girls crouched on the settee and the sight of three sets of breasts, bouncing and jiggling under the see-through nighties served to increase his excitement. From the expressions of the watching trio, his reaction had not gone unnoticed.
Anne continued to whip him until he felt his whole bottom was on fire. He gripped the arms of the chair tightly, his skin was sheened in sweat, his breath came in ragged pants through clenched teeth, his cock was so hard it was almost painful. Anne certainly knew how to administer a whipping and he determined to give her as good as she had given when their positions were reversed.
Eventually, after what felt like hours, the whipping stopped. With a groan, he stood and straightened. It was all he could do to prevent himself from rubbing his stinging bottom and contented himself with clenching his buttocks to relieve the pain. All his muscles felt stiff. He grinned ruefully at Anne, who smirked back. The girls, less inhibited than Adam, perhaps, openly clutched their sore bottoms.
"Did you have to whip me quite so hard?" Zoë complained to Miranda, twisting round and trying to see if her bottom was badly marked.
"I knew you'd be vicious with me so I got mine in first," Miranda smiled sweetly.
"You are a cow sometimes, Randy."
"But you love it really, don't you? A hot spanking really gets you going."
"Sad but true. I'm wet already."
And it was true. There were definite signs of dampness on all six of the tiny translucent triangles as well as six pairs of stiff nipples poking at the thin nighties.
"I think we should all give our partners a kiss and thank them for such a nice spanking," Adam said on impulse.
He turned, pulled Anne into his arms and kissed her soundly. Out of the corner of his eye he was pleased to see that his example was being followed. Anne, of course, was not content to let it go at a simple kiss and it was some time before he emerged. The girls were still engaged, breasts and bellies pressed tightly together. Anne and Adam stood close together, Adam fondling Anne's bottom as they watched the delightful scene.
"I think we've trained them well," Anne murmured.
"Indeed. And you'll find out how well I've been trained when I whip this beautiful bottom," he murmured in reply, giving a cheek a firm squeeze.
"I can hardly wait," she whispered, flexing her buttocks under his hand. "Right, girls. Time to change over."
Paula, Gabrielle and Miranda clambered eagerly onto the settee and stuck out their bottoms. Nikki, Alison and Zoë took up the whips just as eagerly. The pain in their bottoms had muted to a throbbing, insistent, sexual heat.
Anne undid the belt of her robe, letting it fall open. Like the girls, she had nothing on underneath except a tiny thong which barely cupped her sex. Her magnificent breasts swung free, the nipples already engorged. No matter how many times Adam saw them, the sight made him catch his breath and his cock stir. With a lewd smile over her shoulder, she knelt up on the armchair and dipped her back, offering her bottom for his attentions. Carefully, almost ritually, he pulled aside her robe to reveal her beautiful bottom. He caressed the smooth, taut skin of her cheeks and slipped his hand between her thighs to fondle the damp material of her panties. His cock stiffened even more. From the settee, six pairs of shining eyes watched the performance.
He raised the whip and brought the strands whistling down upon Anne's taut bottom with a sharp crack. Seven breaths hissed through clenched teeth as the girls watched, with sympathetic fascination, their headmistress being whipped. He raised the whip again and cracked it down on Anne's up-thrust cheeks. She clenched them tightly.
"That's just about the hottest thing I've seen," murmured Miranda.
The girls with the whips suddenly remembered what they were supposed to be doing and the room was once more filled with the crack of whips on taut bottoms and the cries and moans of girls in pleasurable pain.
Adam was able to take in more of the scene this time. He took his time, waiting for several seconds between blows. He knew that a long wait between strikes maximised the effect, giving time for the initial stinging to subside and for the victim to anticipate the next blow.
He alternated his attention between Anne, whose bottom was flexing erotically, and the girls. Gabrielle had her eyes closed and winced and jerked every time the strands kissed her round bottom. Miranda's eyes were wide open but she saw nothing, her entire concentration focussed on the whip, a trickle of saliva dribbling from the side of her mouth. Paula gazed fixedly at Anne and Adam. Her knuckles were white where she gripped the settee. Little animal moans escaped from her throat.
The girls with the whips were an enticing sight too. The translucent material of their short nighties swirled around their hips and their breasts bounced elastically. Adam was entranced. He plied his whip enthusiastically, his rigid cock jumping about erratically, until Anne's bottom was dark pink and glowing. Her buttocks flexed, her hips rolled and her breath hissed through her teeth. He decided she had had enough and he had better stop before he caused her real damage.
He cast the whip aside and helped her to her feet. A red flush suffused her face and torso and her nipples stood out like large pale cherries. Her eyes were hooded and filled with lust. She stepped into his arms and kissed him hotly.
"You are a bastard, you know," she murmured, "but I love you anyway."
"No more than I love you," he murmured back.
They glanced round to see that the girls had followed their example and were locked in passionate embraces.
She glanced down to where his painfully stiff prick was trapped between them. "I think you need a fuck," she said. She clapped her hands. "Girls, Mr Hazel needs to fuck one of you."
"Me." "No, me." "Please, me." Came the eager chorus.
Anne smiled. "Such enthusiasm! Alison, Zoë, Nikki, up on the settee."
Without argument, the three hopped up on the settee and presented their bottoms for her inspection. She dropped to her knees behind Nikki, stuck her face between the girls thighs and licked the girl's sopping cunt. Nikki squealed.
"Yes, I think you're ready," she said, shuffling along to Zoë and gave her cunt a good licking. Zoë moaned with pleasure. After she had done the same for Alison, she repeated the exercise with the other three girls.
"Hmm, yes," she grinned, licking her lips. "I think we've got six girls all ready to receive you, Mr Hazel. But who shall we choose?"
"I have an suggestion," said Adam. "I'll do each in turn. You will try to make me cum. If I make you cum, I'll move on to the next. How does that sound?"
Anne's smile broadened. "A cunning plan, Mr Hazel. Who should be first?"
"Me," said Miranda. "I'll make him cum straight away." She looked at Adam from lowered lashes and licked her lips suggestively.
"In which case you should be last," Nikki argued.
"You're such a cum slut, Randy," said Zoë.
"At least he won't get lost in me," retorted Miranda with some heat.
"Are you implying I'm not tight?" Zoë shot back.
"I saw the size of that dildo you were stuffing inside you last night."
"I think it should be me," said Paula, thrusting her hips back and forward suggestively. "I'll milk him dry in no time."
"The only thing you could milk are a cow's udders," hooted Nikki.
"Girls!" said Adam sharply. "I'll take you in alphabetical order. Alison, bend over."
Alison bent over and rested her hands on the arm of a chair. Her nightie rode up to expose her bottom still pink from the whipping. The strand of her thong, disappeared between her buttocks.
"I think we had better take our panties off," Anne suggested.
They removed the tiny garments with much suggestive wriggling and posturing, trying to heat Adam up even further. Each was determined that he should cum inside them.
Alison bent back over the settee, the plump fig of her blonde snatch nestling enticingly between her spread thighs. Her breasts dangled, the dark nipples clearly outlined against the thin material of her nightie. The sight was so enchanting that Adam had serious doubts about how long he would be able to hold out.
He stepped up behind the blonde teenager and eased his cock into her cunt. Anne had been right, she was ripe for fucking. Taking hold of her hips he began to fuck her in long steady strokes.
Alison let out a gasp of pleasure as she felt him enter her. "Oh, yes, sir. That feels so good," she moaned.
Adam grinned. He knew these girls well and knew how they liked to be fucked. He made sure he pushed home with an extra thrust. Alison liked to feel a cock deep inside her. It wasn't long before she started gasping. He could feel her legs trembling and knew she was close to cumming. He increased his speed slightly. The girl gripped the arm of the chair and pushed back.
"Oh, sir. I'm going to cum," she gasped, the competition forgotten. She stiffened and her cunt clamped around his cock. She raised her head and cried out as she came.
"Alison loses," chortled Miranda.
"I don't care," panted Alison as Adam withdrew. "That was heavenly."
Gabrielle was next. She was more fly than Alison and churned her hips around his cock in an attempt to make him cum. But Adam was also fly. He knew Gabrielle liked it fast. He held her hips firmly, pushed his cock into her as deep as he could and worked his hips in short, sharp jabs. It wasn't long before she, too, was panting and gasping.
"Oh no, I'm going to cum," she wailed as she felt her orgasm sweep over her.
Miranda bent over eagerly. Having managed two of them, she was certain that Adam must be close to the edge and was determined it would be she who received his cum. Zoë was right - she was a cum slut. She loved the feeling of a man erupting inside her, whether it was in her mouth, cunt or bottom. As Adam slipped into her, she twisted her head round and licked her lips suggestively.
"Will you fuck me good, please, Mr Hazel," she said in a little-girly voice.
Adam almost lost it right there and then. Gritting his teeth he plunged into her, making her squeal with delight. He knew it was inevitable he would to cum in her - she was too expert at milking his cock for him to resist for long. He determined to fuck her vigorously while he could. Gripping her svelte hips, he thrust in and out, slapping his belly against her bottom, his balls swinging round to bump against her pubic mound. He also bounced on the balls of his feet so he was driving up as well as in.
"Oh God, yes. Just like that," Miranda screamed.
Despite the vigorous fucking she was receiving, she tried to flex her internal muscles and milk his cock. She succeeded for he could feel her cunt squeezing his cock. Her actions proved too much for his overloaded senses. He felt the cum rise up from his balls.
"I think you win this round, Miranda," he gasped, clutching her hips painfully and unloading his cum deep inside her.
"Ooh, Mr Hazel," the girl panted. The sensation of him erupting inside her took her over the edge and she came too.
He remained for a moment, still buried in Miranda's cunt, as he regained his breath.
"Well done, Miranda. That was superb. After a performance like that I think you should graduate 'cum laude'". He received a chorus of groans in payment.
He pulled his detumescing cock from the giggling girl's dripping pussy. Miranda, a true cum slut, dropped to her knees and cleaned his cock with her tongue, not caring that it was coated as much with her juices as his.
Anne wriggled free from the embrace of Zoë and Paula. "Who wants to clean out Miranda?" she asked.
Zoë immediately dropped to her knees and began enthusiastically licking Adam's cum from her classmate's cunt.
"Oh, Zoë," panted Miranda, wriggling and squirming under the onslaught. "I do love your tongue. Yes. Just like that. Oh God, you're making me cum."
She collapsed into the chair and lay panting, her still pink bottom sticking into the air. Zoë stood, her face covered with Miranda's juices and a satisfied smirk.
"That was good," she said, licking her lips.
"You're as big a cum slut as Randy," laughed Gabrielle.
"I never said I wasn't," Zoë retorted. "I just don't make such a song and dance about it."
While they were recovering, Anne was preparing for the next session. She had obtained three fat, flexible double dildos and had lubricated the ends. When the girls saw them, they gasped.
"What are you going to do with these?" Nikki asked.
"I'm not going to do anything, you are," grinned Anne.
"But they're so big."
"All the better. We're going to have a competition."
She made the girls go down on hands and knees, and shuffle around until they were in pairs back to back - Miranda with Zoë, Gabrielle with Paula, Nikki with Alison. Adam, imagining what was coming next, began to get hard again.
Anne handed Adam one of the dildos. "You'll enjoy this," she grinned.
He crouched down beside Nikki and Alison and carefully inserted one end of the fat dildo into Alison's sopping cunt. The girl hissed and tensed as she felt the cool ribbed plastic enter her. Taking it slowly, he eased the dildo into her, watching with mounting excitement as her vagina expanded to take its width. Inch by inch, the fat toy slid into her.
"It feels weird," panted Alison. "It's so big."
He urged Nikki closer. She shuffled back until her bottom was only inches from Alison's. He repeated the process with Nikki, bending the flexible dildo and easing it carefully into her tight cunt. Her reaction was similar to Alison's an indrawn hiss of breath and a muffled groan as the plastic toy stretched her to the utmost.
The dildo fully inserted into the two teens, he turned to see Anne had finished with Miranda and Zoë and was joining Gabrielle and Paula with the third dildo. Mission accomplished, she secured straps round the girls' legs, half way up their thighs. Adam found the third pair and bound Nikki and Alison together. The straps were thick elastic. They were flexible enough to allow the girls some movement but, if the girls relaxed, the straps would pull them back together again.
Anne stood up. "Right. The point of this is to make each other cum. Whoever cums last in each pair is the winner and the one who cums last of all will be the overall winner. Oh, and just to make it more interesting, the girl who cums most will also be a winner."
"What's the prize, Miss?" said Gabrielle in a rather strangled voice.
"Why, Mr Hazel's cock, of course."
Adam smiled as he contemplated Anne's devious mind. Instead of it being a straight competition to see who could hold out the longest, each girl was now in a quandary. Should she try that or try to cum as many times as possible? He was looking forward to this immensely, his cock stiffening at the thought.
The girls started to move. At first they were tentative. The dildos were very big, filling them completely, the straps forced the dildos to stay deeply embedded and restricted the girls' movements and, anyway, they weren't sure of exactly how to control the flexible plastic. At first there was much puffing and panting and giggling as they strained against the elastic straps trying to establish some sort of rhythm. After a while they began to get the hang of it. He could see their buttock tensing as they tried to use their internal muscles to grip their end of the dildo and hold it steady as they fucked their companion while preventing her from doing the same to them. This, of course, made them feel the sensation of the dildo moving inside them even more intensely.
The room was quickly filled with the sounds of panting and groaning and flesh meeting flesh as the six girls worked the dildos in and out of each other's cunts. They pulled against the restraining straps then relaxed. Their bottoms quivered as they met. The translucent baby doll pyjamas, now riding high on their backs, only added to the eroticism. Anne surveyed the scene with a satisfied smile and lustful eyes.
"Do you think we should assist them?" she said.
Adam grinned. "What a good idea."
Anne picked up a riding crop and applied it lightly to Zoë's and Miranda's bottoms.
"Ouch!" "Aiiee!" "Ow!" was the response.
Under the stimulus of the crop, the girls redoubled their efforts.
Adam squatted down beside Nikki and Alison and began to play with their dangling breasts, teasing the already stiff nipples into little points of hardness.
"Oh, sir, please don't," Nikki gasped.
She began to wriggle, losing control of the dildo. Alison seized her chance and began to work it in and out of her companion's cunt more forcefully. This made Nikki wriggle even more. She was breathing heavily as she desperately tried to regain control of the dildo before the twin assaults on her cunt and breasts took her over the edge.
Anne had abandoned Miranda and Zoë. Paula and Gabrielle were now favoured with her attentions. Paula, with her tight little buttocks was particularly affected and was working her hips frantically. Gabrielle seemed momentarily overcome by these assaults and was kneeling with her head bowed and moaning softly.
Adam turned to Miranda and Zoë. From the sweat sheening their skin, their flushed faces and the delightful aroma rising from their cunts, he knew they were both close to cumming. With an evil smirk, he reached round and began to diddle their clits. The reaction was immediate and intense. Both girls began to work their hips frantically, all pretence at controlling the dildo abandoned. Suddenly Miranda started to shudder and a little, keening wail emerged from her throat as she came. Her vagina clutched the dildo spasmodically, surprising Zoë who was concentrating on making her friend cum. The thick plastic rammed in and out of her cunt, pushing her, too, over the edge. She convulsed, her breath hissing in her throat, her buttocks clenching and unclenching as she came. Spent, both girls sank to their elbows, their foreheads on the floor and their bottoms obscenely upthrust.
Adam's cock was so hard it was painful. Gently, he undid the straps, allowing the girls to slump onto the floor with groans and sighs. The dildo, gleaming and dripping with their juices, slipped from their well-fucked cunts.
He turned at a cry to see Anne squatting beside Nikki and Alison with her hands between their thighs. Alison was clearly cumming and, from the expression on her face, Nikki wasn't far behind. Sure enough, she lifted her head, her lower lip caught between her teeth and a look of intense concentration on her face and bucked her hips against the dildo and Anne's probing fingers as she came. Spent, her head drooped and she knelt passively, her arms trembling with the strain of supporting her weight. Anne released the pair and they, too, collapsed on the floor.
Knowing they were the last two, the competition between Paula and Gabrielle took on a new dimension. The looks of concentration on their faces was almost comical as they strived to grip the dildo with their vaginal muscles and make the other cum. Both girls were sweating profusely and grunting with the effort of pulling against the elastic straps. Their thighs slapped together, rippling the soft flesh and compressing their buttocks. It was such an erotic sight that Adam feared he might cum spontaneously.
Suddenly Gabrielle let out a cry of disappointment. "Oh shit, I'm cumming."
She began to tremble violently and her whole upper body flushed bright pink at the violence of her orgasm.
Paula, knowing she was the victor, relaxed her iron control. With a final few bucks of her hips she, too, came in a shuddering, dramatic climax, screaming out her pleasure.
"Paula, you were the winner," said Anne with a gleam in her eye. "Are you ready to fuck Mr Hazel?"
The girl raised her head and stared at the Headmistress blearily. "I don't know that I could, Miss," she said.
"Well, that must be a first," said Anne with a smile. "Are you sure?"
"Yes, Miss," said Paula, wearily.
"In that case, does anybody else want Mr Hazel? He's standing here with a very hard cock and needs some relief right away."
This offer was greeted with groans and whimpers. To say Adam was disappointed would be an understatement. He would have really enjoyed fucking Paula; she was had such a tight cunt and was both energetic and vocal in her love-making. In fact he would have happily had any of the six. They had all give him immense pleasure in the past. Now he was so tense and his cock so hard that he was beginning to suffer from blue balls.
"Oh dear," said Anne with a melodramatic sigh. "I'm afraid there are no takers, Mr Hazel, so you will just have to make do with second best and have me. Will that be acceptable?" She winked.
"I suppose so," he replied, regretfully, playing along with her. "I must say I'm surprised at the lack of stamina of these young people. However, as they seem either unable or unwilling to make use of my services, you will have to do."
Six heads were raised with looks of consternation until they saw Anne and Adam both grinning.
"That's unkind," said Miranda. "You haven't just been cruelly fucked by a giant dildo."
"True," laughed Anne, "but I am just about to be fucked by a hard cock."
She slipped the gown from her shoulders and snuggled up to Adam, pressing her magnificent breasts against him, and fondled his cock. Her nipples were so hard they were almost painful. It was obvious she was as horny as he.
She looked up at him from hooded eyes. "I want you in the back door," she murmured. "Let's give the girls a show."
Adam's cock jumped at her words. She had a superb bottom and a tight hot arse that could milk him dry.
"As you command," he murmured back.
She pulled a dining chair over and bent over it, her feet spread wide.
"Whenever you're ready," she said, twisting her head around and licking her lips.
There was no need for foreplay; she was hot, wet and ready. He stepped up behind her and sank his throbbing cock into her hot depths in one long, powerful stroke. They both gasped with pleasure. He began to fuck her in long, slow strokes. He was close to cumming and knew he had to pace himself. As he slid in and out, he dipped two fingers into the juices that were oozing out around his cock and smeared them around her anal opening. Repeating the process, he gradually worked the fingers into her rear hole, widening it enough to accept his cock.
"Yes," she hissed as she felt his fingers penetrate her. "Oh, yes. I want to feel you there."
On the floor, the girls were beginning to stir. They sensed that something unusual was about to happen. They dragged themselves into sitting positions, propping themselves up against the settees and watched in wide-eyed interest as Adam withdrew his cock from Anne's cunt. They gasped as he lined it up against the open anal entrance and pressed forward. Anne pressed back and, with a slight pop, a grunt from Adam and a wail from Anne, the head of his cock entered her arse.
"Jesus, Anne, that feels so good," he gasped.
"Not half as good as it does to me," she replied. "Now shove it in and make me cum."
He held her hips steady and worked his cock deeper and deeper into her rear hole using small, tight strokes. He was having a hard time controlling himself as Anne had the habit of clenching her buttocks and squeezing his cock tightly.
By the time he was fully in and his pubis was pressed tightly against her delectable bottom, he was drenched with sweat.
"I don't know how long I can last, my love," he muttered through clenched teeth. "You're arse just seems to suck me in."
"You'd better not cum till I have," she warned.
He began to move, drawing his cock back until only the head was still inside then driving forward in a single steady stroke until his pubis smacked against her bottom.
"Oh God, yes lover. Give it to me," she cried.
As he thrust in, she pushed back. Anne, he had discovered, was very fond of anal sex. She would tighten and release her muscles as he drove in and out in such a way that he felt he was being sucked right into her bowels. It was such an exquisite sensation that he was never able to last for long and always seemed to cum more powerfully than usual. Tonight, the activities of the girls had raised him to fever pitch he was in danger of shooting immediately.
He wanted to make sure she came too so he reached round and slipped one hand between her thighs seeking her clitoris. He found it difficult to concentrate, however, as all his attention was taken up with trying not to cum too soon. Then he had an inspiration.
"Girls," he called, hoarsely. "Some assistance is required."
Nikki and Zoë were the first to their feet. He directed them to slip their hands between her thighs and finger her. With wicked smiles they did so readily. They would enjoy tormenting their headmistress.
"Are you enjoying this, Miss," whispered Zoë as she worked two fingers up and down Anne's sopping slit. Her other hand was cupping one swaying breast, the prominent nipple pressed between two fingers
Nikki had gone one better. While one hand was working alongside Zoë's, she had managed to twist round so her head was almost under Anne and was nipping and licking the nipple of Anne's other breast as it swayed past her face.
"You little minxes," gasped Anne at this triple assault. "Just you wait. Oh, too late…"
She gasped and her abdomen convulsed as she came. Her inner muscles clenched spasmodically, causing her sphincter to clamp tightly around Adam's cock. This was too much for him. With a grunt almost of pain, he buried himself deep in Anne's arse and spewed his cum deep into her bowels. The sensation of the hot cum flooding her vitals caused Anne to go over the top again. Her muscles clenched so tightly that Adam feared she might have damaged him. Her head dropped and she stood panting and trembling.
The girls withdrew their hands, soaked with Anne's juices. With a smile of pure lust, Zoë raised her hand to her mouth and began to lick her fingers clean. Not to be outdone, Nikki copied her. The sight of the pair sensually licking Anne's cum from their fingers caused Adam to start twitching again.
"No more," groaned Anne. "I can't take any more."
"Aw, but, Miss, we're just starting to get warmed up," Miranda complained.
Anne straightened with a groan. "If it's warming up you want, I'm sure Mr Hazel will be willing to oblige with a few more strokes of the paddle on your backside."
Miranda instinctively clutched her bottom which was still warm from the beating Zoë had inflicted. "Er, perhaps not, Miss."
Anne laughed. "In which case you insatiable lot had better get back to your rooms before lights out."
While the girls scurried off to get dressed, she and Adam sank back into the depths of the settee.
"It's just as well these are soft cushions," she said, ruefully.
"Agreed," responded Adam.
The girls departed with hugs and kisses and some surreptitious groping. Anne and Adam took a leisurely shower also with hugs and kisses and much un-surreptitious groping then retired to bed with a bottle of wine.
"A successful evening, don't you think?"
"They always are when you're involved. You have a thoroughly depraved mind."
"No more than you, my dear. No more than you."
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