"Our new girl is doing well in her initiation tasks,” Helen began the conversation. "Now we move on to the final part.”

I wondered what that might be – stripping naked in Plymouth city centre perhaps, and being enjoyed by anyone who wanted me over a bench?

“The committee decided that she should break into the boys’ school and make up that old bust of their founding headmaster,” she continued.

That sounded more akin to an end-of-term prank, typical public-school nonsense, I thought to myself.

“Nicola has volunteered to be the chaperone and to take the proof polaroid,” she went on. “We think late this afternoon will be best; as they’re on half term like us there won’t be many people around, apart from a few staff and the boarders like us who stay over.”

The decision made, Nicky grabbed my hand, and we headed for the dorm.

“We need to have a plan,” she said, “the school’s not far, but it’s through the woods and on the other side of the valley, so we need to be prepared.”

Jolly hockey sticks, thought I.

The weather was quite fair for early November — warm enough that we could venture out in lightweight coats — but it was late autumn on the edge of Dartmoor; we still needed wellies.

“Take your pumps in the rucksack. We’ll change into them at the school – no muddy footprints!” Nicky advised. “Oh, and you need to wear your uniform,” she added. “Think of it like being a spy in the war — caught in uniform, you get into trouble; caught in civilian clothes, you get shot!”

So dressed, we made our way to the kitchen to get some food. A posse of girls were there, including Helen, who handed Nicola the Polaroid camera and the props I was to drape over the bust: a feather boa, fedora hat, and sunglasses which had elastic attached so they would stay on.

There was also a sign with the legend: ‘Happy Birthday Mr Goodleigh’, which I was to hold up while posing.

“You know what to do, Nicky,” Helen said, with a wink.

We had our meal and took a flask of hot chocolate for the journey, and with waves and good luck offered, made our way down the drive and out of the school grounds.

We took a path and shortly were in the bottom of the valley.

It was getting dark now we were in the woods, so we pressed our torches into action. The climb back up was not so steep, and we soon found ourselves at a side gate.

“This is the wall around the grounds,” said Nicola. “We go through here, across the lawn, and there’s a door into the kitchens; we gain entrance there and turn right, up the stairs, and the bust is in an alcove along the hallway.”

We snuck through the gate and rushed over the lawn, Nicola opened the door, and we were in!

Quickly removing our outer clothes and swapping wellies for plimsolls, we stashed what we did not need under a table and made our way to our goal.

It was as Nicky had described: up the stairs, along the hallway, and there in front of us, the bust of Mr William R. D. Goodleigh BA.

We adorned him with the props, and I stood beside it, holding the message board. Nicky snapped a Polaroid.

All good so far.

We turned to go, only to be confronted by two boys.

“Oh dear,” exclaimed Nicky.

“Oh yes, oh dear,” said one with a smirk. “Caught in the act.”

The boys were about our age, sixteen, or seventeen.

Taking hold of us, they frogmarched us down the hall and into a classroom.

“What do we do with them now?” asked one.

“We make use of them, of course, that’s the deal,” replied the first.

With that he grabbed me and pulled me to him, pressing his lips to mine and squeezing me tightly. He kissed me, rather inexpertly, showing bravado over experience. His hands reached down, pulling my skirt up and around my waist, revealing my knickers to everyone.

I felt his erection against my tummy, and my pussy starting to moisten.

I looked over between kisses and saw Nicky was getting the same treatment.

If I did not do something, my interrogator was going to cum in his pants, so, with some difficulty, I managed to pull away.

“I think we must do what they want, Nicky,” I began.

She had also extricated herself from the other’s grasp and stood beside me.

I began to undress, removing my tie, then I undid the buttons of my blouse, pulling it from the waistband of my skirt, I took it off.

The boys watched, eyes on stalks, as I unfastened my skirt. Letting it fall to the floor, I stepped out of it, standing then in my underwear, pumps and socks.

Nicky, taking the hint, began to do the same.

I waited for her to get to the same state of undress as I was, and then, moving behind her, I unfastened her bra, which she slipped from her shoulders and removed.

“Oh, wow,” a stereo gasp came from the boys.

I then knelt behind Nicky and took down her knickers; I kissed her naked bottom as she stepped out of them. They did not see my kiss, being too busy looking at the naked Nicky standing in front of them.

Another gasp emanated from them both.

Standing up, I moved back to Nicola’s left. I looked to Nicky, who mirrored my actions; slipping behind me, unfastening my bra, which I removed, revealing my tits, smaller than Nicola’s, but my nipples were standing to attention.

Watching the boys as they drank in the scene playing out in front of them made me feel very randy.

Nicky now took my knickers down; I felt the cool air around my sex and bottom, a kiss too, from Nicky, just as I had given to her. I smiled to myself.

Nicky stood and moved back to stand beside me. Both of us now stripped apart from our socks and pumps; the woodblock floor was going to be cold, so I kept my shoes on.

We then walked the six feet to meet the boys. They both stood rather dumbfounded, not knowing how to progress with two such brazen girls.

I began by taking hold of the tee shirt of the one closest to me, pulling it up over his head, and then, after planting a kiss on his lips, I swiftly continued to kiss down his torso, undoing his jeans as I moved down.

I was now kneeling in front of him. I eased his jeans down and helped him to disentangle his legs from them; his trainers came off with them. I then concentrated on his erection, the head of which had popped out of the waistband of his underpants.

I eased his pants down, carefully taking his weapon in my left hand and pulling the tight polycotton material around his hips and thighs, managing to get them to his ankles; he kicked them off.

He was naked now, apart from socks.

His cock was hard, the head straining at the foreskin, pre-cum oozing from the end. I licked it, the salty flavour of the viscous liquid hitting my taste buds.

As I continued to lick him I eased my right hand down between my legs, rubbing my clit, smearing around my sex with my wetness on my fingers, dipping a finger into myself to replenish the juice.

I gently wanked him, easing his foreskin over his knob, carefully judging his reaction, possibly the first time he had experienced another’s touch there.

I delved a few fingers into myself, extracting an amount of juice, and deposited it around the base of his member, moving my hand up and making his shaft moist with my pussy cream. I repeated the motion a few times until he was nicely slippery.

It was time.

I stood up, looking up into his face.

“I think you’re ready to have me,” I whispered.

I glanced over to see Nicky doing the same thing to her lover.

Taking his hands in mine, I moved backwards, to the edge of the nearest desk, an old-style affair with hinged lids, having space for two students, with an inkwell each, and slightly angled from front to back; very old, but well made.

“Lift me,” I commanded.

He obeyed, and I sat on the desk, opening my legs. I allowed him to explore me, his fingers groping around my sex, feeling my soft labia, parting to his touch.

I knew he would not be able to keep calm for long, and I did not want messy cum all over the place, so I eased his hands away.

“Have me first, you can explore me later,” I said as I took his tool in hand and guided it to my entrance.

I concentrated on my task of coupling. I opened myself with two fingers and eased his knob between my labia, glancing up to his face, watching him as he gazed at his cock, sliding into me.

“Oh, it’s…” was all he could muster.

Now about halfway inside me, I released my grip of his shaft and, taking his hands, placed them on my hips.

“Hold me tight,” I whispered. “You’re in control. Push in, I can take it,” I coaxed. ”I want to take it all inside; fill me, press inside me.”

He obeyed, looking into my eyes for a second as I spoke, then looking away, embarrassed, but full of desire to look still.

He pushed in further. My wetness, the lubrication I had smothered around his shaft and his pre-cum eased our union. The expansion of my tunnel as his weapon invaded me felt most pleasurable.

“Mmm, lovely,” I crooned to him, coaxing more. “You’re going deep into me,” I used the sexiest, breathiest voice I could muster. “Filling me… All the way, yes, that’s right. Oh, that’s so good,” I continued, “Oh, yeah, yeah,” I breathed as he sank himself fully into me.

His mouth was open, breathing hard. My sultry acting was working well.

“I can’t believe I’m inside you,” he groaned, withdrawing, then pressing into me again.

Nature took over, his instinct to screw me, gripping my hips, staring at my body, my face scrunched up with the pleasure I was receiving, eyes half closed, groaning with each push that was opening and filling my tunnel with his hard tool.

Then Nicola was beside me, sharing the top of the desk, her lover planted inside her.

I looked at her, and she at me; we both smiled. This was very naughty and very sexy.

I slipped my left hand down to feel her union with her lover; she reciprocated, and I felt her fingers gently rub my clit. I matched her touch with my own, and we masturbated one another, the heel of my hand resting on her Venus mound, hers resting on mine.

She knew how to frig me, and I quickly felt an orgasm welling up, starting deep within my torso. My nipples now as hard as the cock inside me, the heat of climax soaking over my body from that centre.

I bucked against my lover. He was alarmed at my sudden taking over as I began to ride against him, to take pleasure from his invasion. My hips rocked, my bottom lifting from the desk as little peaks pulsed through me.

I tried to concentrate on Nicky’s pleasure too. Working her clity nub between my fingers; she was very wet, and my touch slid and skidded. I moved my fingers to encompass the shaft of her lover as it delved in and pulled out of her; I kept it there, the feel of her labia, soft and pliable, moving up and down, gripping the cock that was fucking her.

I brought my right hand into operation and frigged her clit rapidly with the fingers of that hand while my left continued to feel his shaft sliding across my palm and fingers, as it pumped into her.

Our lovers continued to screw us, but were looking with some surprise at our actions as we played with one another’s sex. They could feel our fingers groping around each other’s cunnie, and their errections as they fucked us.

My boy was close to cumming inside me, and in his reverie, he moved his hands from my hips to my waist, then slid up to my tits, squeezing them hard, stroking me, exploring me.

“I’m going to…” he groaned.

“Do it,” I whispered. “Cum into me,” I groaned. “I’m cumming too,” I hissed. “You’re making me cum, you can feel me cumming can’t you. Over your hot cock.”

That did it; he exploded.

“Fuck! Oh, you fucking bitch,” he gasped, as he shot his load into me.

I arched my back and threw my head back and he bent to kiss my neck, giving me a love bite. His cock pulsed as it pumped his seed into my sex, while still shafting me, hard.

“Ohhh,” I groaned, as his teeth crushed my skin between them.

My consciousness was taken up with my pleasure and his body against mine, only vaguely aware of the sounds of Nicola and her beau as they thrashed their way to their own conclusion. Her hand was still down between my legs, no longer rubbing, just held tightly against my vulva.

I realised I was still frigging her hard with both hands down around her wet sex. She was climaxing heavily and squirming. I then became aware of her groaning.

“Stop, Andrea, stop, no, please, I can’t…”

I was torturing her. I had not realised she was well over the precipice of her own orgasm. That, added to the boy thrusting into her, with animal desire, and lust. His first time inside a girl, and his senses overloaded by the feel of her, the wetness of her, and her desire to be fucked, which she could not hide. He could not stop fucking her.

She was limp by now, spent thoroughly, her pretty mouth open, hardly able to gasp in the air she desperately needed. A rag doll, with her lover unable to stop pumping her tunnel as he came, finally filling her with his cream.

After a time the boys withdrew from us. Our pussies were both sopping with cum. I slid off the desk and placed myself between Nicky's open legs.

Bending down to her sex. I gently licked the sticky liquid as it ran from her hole, the taste salty and unctuous, mingled with Nicola's flavour, which I knew and loved.

Nicky groaned softly as I worked my tongue around, between her labia, lapping the juice she exuded, drinking in the flavour of their recent union.

Nicky wrapped her legs around my back, and my senses were muffled to everything; just her sex, pressed to my mouth, which I gave my full attention.

My bottom was stuck out as I worked on Nicky, and I felt a hand, and tentative fingers stroking me, then moving down, between my legs, to meet my messy cunnie, the fingers slipping into me; I rode against them. Quite soon I felt a rapidly hardening cock being pressed to my thigh.

I continued to eat Nicky and reached around with my right hand to take hold of the hot, hard tool. Carefully masturbating it, I felt the moist weapon growing stiffer in my hand.

I guided it to my entrance, pushing my bum out a little more, and standing on tiptoes to raise my sex to meet him, I pressed it between my labia. The knob nestled between them, and I gently moved backwards so it slid into me. Hands took my hips, and I felt him enter me.

"Mmm, lovely," I breathed into Nicky’s cunnie; no one heard.

My lover was now pulling me onto him more forcefully, and I allowed him to ride me as he wanted. Feeling the pressure as his tool invaded my space, and my walls yielded to his rock-hard desire for me. I slipped my right hand between my legs and rubbed my clit in a circular motion, giving myself a most delicious feeling of randy-ness.

I expected the other boy to be desirous of taking Nicky. I disentangled myself from her legs, and she, taking the hint, slipped from the desk.

My lover propelled me to the edge of the desk.

My hips met the hard wood, a little painfully, but the fucking I was receiving dulled the sharpness of the shock. Now I could straighten myself, gripping the far edge of the desk. I raised myself into a more upright stance, arching my back, with my bottom still pushed out behind. I slipped my right hand down again to keep my lover securely connected to my wet sex. Then I looked back to see my invader, who pressed his lips to my back, then neck, sucking my flesh. Moving his hands from my hips to encircle my chest, finding my nipples, hard and rubbery, he pinched them and kneaded my small tits.

“Oh, I love my tits being rubbed,” I groaned. “While you fuck me, while you do me,” I continued, breathing heavily.

“Ugh,” I gasped as he put a deliciously hard thrust into me, his pelvis connecting with mine, pushing me against the desk. Nature taking over as he learnt how to fuck a girl.

I wanted to rub myself off but could not get a hand down there, so instead I gripped the edges of the desk and just let him have his way with me and enjoy his learning curve. The feel of my tunnel around his cock. The feel of my sixteen-year-old body, slim, with my curves not yet fully formed, but sexually burgeoning; all his for the taking.

I do adore the idea of giving pleasure.

He pressed as deeply as he could; neither boy was large, but still growing, now getting the experience of adult fun.

I looked across to see Nicky; she had got her boy to sit on a chair and was riding him. I watched as her torso undulated like a belly dancer as she dipped and raised internally; he was sucking her nipples alternately, and I could see she was rubbing herself off. She looked over, and I saw her face as she came, open-mouthed, smiling at me, mouthing ‘I love you’ to me, then biting her bottom lip and scrunching her eyes tightly closed as she pushed herself over the edge.

I wanted to cum.

I sensed my lover was in rather a plateau. His control of me meant he could screw me as he desired, and having cum once, he was going to last much longer this time; I rather wanted some harder action, and he was savouring the feeling of my cunnie surrounding his tool and was in no hurry to finish.

It is a wonderful feeling to have, knowing a boy is loving my pussy so much he wants to remain inside me forever. But it comes to pass that a boy must cream his load into his girls’ cunnie, and my lover was beginning to get to closer to that natural denouement.

I had done my best to be compliant, acquiescing in my movements, not bearing down too hard or quickly on his rampant stiffy, despite wanting to cum for about five minutes after seeing Nicola bring herself off.

Nicky’s lover had come. The action of her frigging herself and climaxing on him had made that happen.

My lover and I were now being watched by them. They were still coupled together, Nicola sitting astride him, he, holding her around the waist, periodically taking one of her nipples into his mouth, or licking her chest, tasting her post-coital female flavour.

I started to ride my boy more forcefully, pulling my inner muscles up as he withdrew, then bearing down.

A few strokes of that were enough to tip him over the edge, and I felt him stiffen, then release, with a groan as he orgasmed inside me, his grip on my hips tightening as he pulled me hard against himself; I would have red marks there tomorrow and on my lower torso, where I was trapped and crushed between him and the edge of the desk.

“Good boy,” I coaxed, looking back at him over my left shoulder.

“Stay inside me, but move back a bit,” I urged.

He complied, and I could bend further, his grip on my hips still tight; I managed to dip a hand down to myself and rubbed my clit for all I was worth.

I had been edged for several minutes, so my gushing cum was rapid and forceful. My invader was surprised as I bounced against him; he was still fully erect, so I had a fantastic few seconds of pleasure riding the hot, hard staff.

“That was fantastic,” I groaned in the warm glow of post-orgasm.

“Stay inside,” I whispered. “I want to feel you in me for as long as possible.” I gave him the idea that he was a massive stud, but he had been very good; they both had.

Our experience helped their naivety, just as my first time had been with George and my best friend Angela, and his experience teaching and instructing us, he showed us how to please a man, and to be good girls.

Eventually, he shrank, withdrawing from me with a slight slurp.

Still bent over the desk, I raised myself a little and looked between my legs; cum was oozing from my pussy. I slipped a hand down and took some on my fingers, transferring it to my mouth, the hot sticky liquid, delicious and unctuous. I dipped again.

Nicky was standing beside me now, and I offered my fingers to her; she took them in her mouth, sucking and smacking her lips with the mingled taste of both boys and me.

I straightened up.

Nicola produced some tissues from her skirt pocket, and we both cleaned ourselves up as best we could.

“There are the toilets just across the hall,” said one boy. “You can use those to clean up. Show them, Mark.

Oh, I’m John,” he added, passing me a bundle: skirt, blouse, tie, and pumps. No knickers were forthcoming. I looked at him quizzically.

“Our mementoes, if that’s ok,” he answered. “Though I very much want to see you again,” he continued. “If you’d like to, that is," he added.

“I suppose we might,” I retorted, adding confidentially, under my breath. “Was it the first time?”

“I think you know the answer,” he replied. “Not for either of you, though, was it?”

“We’re both experienced enough,” I smiled in reply.

“I’m, we’re, so lucky to have had such good girls to look after us then,” he continued. “We don’t really think you’re a bitch or anything bad like that, honest.”

“But I rather think we must be nymphos,” I replied, with a wan smile.

We all dressed; I did not bother with my bra; I hardly needed it, and the boys embraced us in turn, squeezing tightly, feeling us pressed against them, no doubt recalling the feel of us naked, being between our legs. I imagined we would be the subject of a lot of masturbation.

Mark showed us the way to the toilets, giving us both a passionate kiss before leaving us. We had been here far too long and were afraid we would be caught, so we doused ourselves in the sinks as best we could. After adjusting our dress, sans knickers and bras, we made to leave the room.

Only to run into a man, a teacher, I guessed; I recognised him from the Halloween party.

“Oh, Mr Spencely; we’re sunk!” cried Nicola.

“Yes, Nicola Randal,” he replied, “and I see you have an accomplice. Andrea, isn’t it?” He looked to me to affirm that he had my correct name.

“Yes, Sir, from the party, Sir,” I replied.

“Indeed”, he continued. “A most pliant and able young lady.” He looked me up and down, his eyes drinking in my uniformed shape.

“Come with me,” he commanded.