2 comments/ 135633 views/ 17 favorites Lara Goes Back to School By: 0131aj Lara had just dropped off her two daughters at school but, instead of turning around and going back home, she waited at the school gates with the other parents. Today was the end of term school party and the parents had been invited to attend a short concert before the party began. Lara noticed that some of the older schoolgirls were still walking in after the bell for the start of class and wondered if they would be punished for being late as some of her classmates had been when she attended this very same school. Not that she had ever had to endure such treatment as she had always been a good girl at school. The thirty-five year old mother of two noticed something else too. Some of the girls had obviously adjusted their skirts to rise much higher up their legs than the regulations allowed and she felt strangely aroused at seeing their bare thighs as a sudden, uninvited, thought flashed through her mind -- did they wear the regulation big navy knickers like her own daughters did or were they wearing tiny panties as she had always done at eighteen. As she still did. It had been her only rebellion as she had grown up. The school and her parents had always insisted on the girls wearing their full uniform, even down to prescribing what kind of knickers they should wear. Lara had always hated the way the large navy ones had covered her entire bottom and made her pussy feel hot and sweaty. Once she had saved enough pocket money of her own, she had secretly bought her own tiny white or pink thongs and never told anyone about them. Now, looking at this year's oldest girls, who must also be eighteen or over, she strained her neck to catch a glimpse of their slender thighs as their skirts rose even higher going up the stairs to the school door. Lara shook her head and tried to shake these thoughts from her mind. She had never been attracted to other women and she certainly wasn't attracted to these girls in their school uniforms. That was just ridiculous. As she and the other parents were led in to the school assembly, Lara found herself sitting near the front of the chairs which were banked up in the theatre style so that, when some of the same older girls she had seen going in to school came in and sat down on the chairs provided on the stage, she found her eyes were exactly at the same level as the girls' knees. These were a select few members of the school orchestra and were about to begin the concert after a few words from the Headmistress. As the strict, older woman began her address to the parents and the rest of the assembled school, Lara watched as the girl sitting immediately in front of her got into position and opened her legs to allow her double bass to lean against her inner thigh. Lara gasped audibly as the girl's legs stretched wide to accommodate her instrument, unaware that she was showing off her tiny white thong to the mother of her school mates. The Headmistresses words were lost as Lara could only stare at the tiny piece of white between the girl's thighs and, even when the girls started to play, her eyes were locked on that small piece of cotton. As the tempo of the music increased, however, Lara noticed that the girl's thong was pulling tighter and tighter against her young pussy and was stretched so tight that she was sure she could make out the outline of the girl's lips. Lara wasn't sure what piece the girls were playing but it was very energetic and the girls were throwing themselves into the performance. She couldn't believe it when the music stopped, the girls relaxed and Lara's double bass player leaned back in her chair to reveal a tiny wet spot over her pussy. Lara squirmed in her chair and was sure she would have a similar spot on her own panties. Her head was in turmoil as she had never been turned on by girls before but something about being surrounded by all these young eighteen year olds in their short skirts and tight school shirts was making her feel quite giddy. The rest of the concert passed unremarkably and Lara was glad when she was able to leave the stuffy hall and move outside to the party and for some much needed fresh air. As she and the other parents were led back out to the sunshine, however, Lara was met by a training session from the school hockey team. Once again, she was faced by the beautiful sight of the eighteen year old girls running around in their short pleated skirts. She could see that they were all wearing their proper navy knickers but supposed they couldn't afford to wear tiny panties when their skirts were constantly flipping up as they ran about. "What is the matter with me?" she wondered. "I've never even looked at another girl. I must stop these thoughts." She wandered off to try to find her own daughters and nearly walked straight into the Headmistress. Lara couldn't believe that the older woman could still be wearing the same sort of clothes she had when Lara was a schoolgirl. She wore a high necked blouse and long tweed skirt. Her shoes were low and sensible and she was the perfect image of the English school mistress. "Can I help you?" "I'm looking for my daughters," Lara mumbled. "Perhaps they are getting changed; I will show you to the changing room." Lara already knew exactly where the changing rooms were but didn't think she could say so to the authoritarian Headmistress. She trailed along behind the older woman until the very same building that Lara and her classmates had used to change in all those years ago came in to view. The Headmistress stepped back and Lara knew she would have to take her courage in her hands and go in. As soon as she did she knew she had made a big mistake. The changing room cubicles had all been taken away since Lara's school days and were now open plan. The area just inside the door was obviously for the older girls and Lara was faced with about twenty eighteen year old girls in various stages of undress. Lara nearly swooned as she looked around at girls undressing, girls pulling down their skirts, girls taking off their school shirts, girls in just their bras and knickers, girls topless and one totally naked girl. Lara couldn't help but stare as the girl, she was sure it was the same girl who had been playing the double bass on stage, turned towards her and unashamedly showed off her bald pussy and tiny breasts to Lara and the Headmistress. Seeing the older women staring at her, the girl blushed bright red then turned around. This only gave Lara a view of the younger girl's round bottom and she blushed just as red as the girl. As the girl started to pull up her knickers, Lara could see that the younger girl was going to put on the same white thong that she had been wearing while on stage and she wondered if the wet spot had dried in. The Headmistress, however, was furious when she saw what the girl was wearing and ordered her to stay behind for detention after school. Lara and the girl both hung their heads low; Lara because she knew that her own knickers were even more wet at seeing all the girls without their clothes on and the girl because she knew what punishment awaited her. As another group of eighteen year old girl's came out of the showers, they weren't aware that Lara and the Headmistress were still standing there and they hadn't bothered to cover their naked bodies with their towels. In their innocence and lack of inhibition they showed Lara more naked flesh than she had ever seen. Suddenly becoming aware of the two women staring at them they immediately covered up but it was too late; Lara had seen more young female flesh than she could cope with and she started to feel very hot and unsteady again, partly because she knew her tiny knickers were soaking. The Headmistress watched as Lara started to faint but grabbed her arm and pulled her out of the changing room, away from the heat, the smell of girls and the sight of all those young, naked bodies. As she stood beside her, Lara leaned against the wall of the changing room building and tried to take deep breaths of the fresh air, trying to clear her mind of her new obsession with young, pretty girls. The Headmistress was being kind, thought Lara, and argued that she must accompany her back to her office where, she insisted, Lara could recover away from the heat of the sun. Lara thanked her and followed the older woman back into the school knowing very well that it wasn't the sun which was causing the heat in her pussy. As they made their way along the school corridors, Lara was reminded of her own school days and how she had never had to go to the Headmistress's office as she had always behaved well. The older woman opened the door and Lara walked in to the large, carpeted office. Her immediate impression was that it was more suited to a man with its dark colours and big, wooden desk. The Headmistress showed Lara a chair in front of the desk then prepared a glass of ice-cold water for her. Sitting down on the other side of the desk, she looked kindly at her former pupil. "You seem a bit more composed now, Lara. How do you feel?" "Much better now," she thanked the older woman. Lara had never thought of her as being benevolent when she was herself a pupil at the school but maybe that was just the image she had to portray at school. "Do you think it was just the heat that caused you to feel unwell, dear?" "I think so," agreed Lara readily. She couldn't possibly admit to this kind old woman that it was the sight and smell of all those young eighteen year old girls in their bras and panties, in their nakedness, that had caused her to almost faint. She could hardly admit it to herself. "Are you sure? The way you were staring at the girls made me think it might have been something else." "What do you mean?" stammered Lara as her face turned bright red at the Headmistress's innuendo. Could the other woman have possibly guessed the thoughts that had been running through her mind in the assembly hall and in the changing room? About how she wanted to be naked too with all the other girls in the final year; about how she wanted to teach them all about their eighteen year old bodies and show them her more experienced one; about how she wanted to touch them, to taste them and let them do the same to her. No, the older woman could never have seen that in Lara's face, especially as she didn't want to admit it to herself. "You seemed particularly interested in young Maria's body when you saw her naked. I think it was that which started this whole episode. Wasn't it?" The Headmistress's tone had changed and Lara now hung her head in shame. "No," she lied. "Don't dare try to lie to me, Lara. I have been dealing with girls like you for years and I know when someone is telling me the truth. Now try again; were you excited at seeing Maria and the other girls undressing? She has just turned eighteen, you know." Lara's face burned bright red but the Headmistress seemed to be able to read her very thoughts and was staring right through her. She simply nodded and whispered, "Yes," in reply. "I thought as much. I've seen many of you women coming here to the school pretending to be good wives and mothers when all you really want to do is lust after my schoolgirls. Isn't this true?" "No, really, no. I've never looked at a girl in this way before. I've never been attracted to other women. I don't know what came over me." "So you admit you were attracted to young Maria then and probably quite a few others too. What did you think you were going to do with them? Did you want to kiss Maria? Did you like her bald pussy? Is that what was turning you on? Or did you like her small breasts? Did you want to suck on her nipples and get her to suck on yours? Did you want to lick her pussy, taste it? Answer my questions, Lara." "Please, miss; you must remember what I was like when I was at school. I was never in any trouble. I was always a good girl and never did anything bad," pleaded the young mother. "That may all be true, Lara, but it's certainly not true now, is it? I saw the way you were looking up Maria's skirt when she was playing her double bass. Did you think I wouldn't notice a grown woman getting hot and flustered as she stared at a schoolgirl's knickers? Did you want to be Maria's instrument, Lara? Did you want to be kneeling between her young thighs and making her knickers wet? Well?" Lara hung her head in shame because the very same thought had passed through her lustful mind earlier. She remembered being jealous of the double bass and how she had wished Maria had been running her hands over her more mature body. She couldn't believe she had been discovered. The Headmistress seemed to know everything that had confused her today. The older woman interrupted her thoughts. "Well, I can punish you now, Lara, or would you like me to call your husband and tell him what you have been up to? I am sure he would punish you too if I told him you had been lusting after schoolgirls. What would he think of his wife then? What would he think of the mother of his children? I am sure he would be as disgusted as I am. Shall I call him?" "Oh, no. Please don't call my husband. This won't ever happen again. I promise you, I would never have touched Maria or any of the other girls. It was just a moment of weakness. Please don't tell anyone, please." The Headmistress looked at Lara's red, humiliated face, the tears in her eyes ready to fall. At that point she knew she had this beautiful woman sitting on the other side of her desk; she knew she could make Lara do anything she wanted and there was plenty the evil Headmistress could imagine her doing. "Very well, Lara, but you must promise that whatever I tell you to do for the rest of today you will do it immediately and without question. Otherwise I will have no choice but to call your husband and tell him about all the disgusting thoughts that have been running through your head." "I promise," said Lara enthusiastically, after all, how bad could it be between two grown women. "I will do anything you want me to do, only please don't tell my husband. Lara thought that any punishment this older woman could prescribe could not be half as bad as the spanking her husband would deliver if he found out about today. The poor woman was about to discover how badly she was mistaken. "The first thing, then, is that I will have to spank you for coming to my school and exposing my girls to your wickedness. Stand up and bend over my desk, please." "What?" "That's not a good start, Lara. I've had enough of this. I'll get your number from our files and call your husband right now." "No, please. I'll do anything but please don't ask me to do that; please don't spank me," said the embarrassed mother while, at the same time, she forced herself to stand up and do as she was told. Watching Lara bend over her desk the Headmistress couldn't help but grin to herself at this unexpected turn of events. She had been expecting the usual end of term concert and party but now she had a voluptuous young mother waiting to be punished. She thoroughly intended to push this woman as far as she possibly could. Lara felt humiliated as a grown woman being forced into this position. Here she was in the Headmistress's office, the Headmistress of the school her two daughters attended and the very school she herself had attended as a young girl. Not only that but she was leaning over the large wooden desk and waiting to be spanked, her, a grown woman, waiting to be spanked like a naughty schoolgirl and she felt her tears drop on to the desk top. She also felt her large breasts pressing against the desk which only reminded her how shameful this position was. Her summer dress was low cut and, in this position, there was a very real danger of her large breasts popping out. She also knew that her dress would have risen up her smooth thighs and it wasn't very long to begin with. All she had done was look at a few young girls a bit longer than she should have but that was all. Did she really deserve this? She thought it couldn't get much worse but then she felt the Headmistress standing by her side and taking hold of the bottom of her dress. Lara immediately tried to turn around to protest but the older woman pressed down on her back and told her to stay where she was. "How can I be expected to spank you properly if your dress is still covering your bottom? I can't even see what kind of knickers you are wearing." With that, Lara felt the bottom of her dress being slowly drawn up her thighs. The thin cotton of her dress was riding up and she could feel cool air on the bottom of her cheeks. The malicious Headmistress pulled the dress up to Lara's waist. For a moment she said nothing and Lara dared to think she might have changed her mind but the Headmistress was just enjoying the view of the plump bottom presented before her with only the thin strap of Lara's thong offering her any protection. Lara started to squirm under the gaze of the older woman but then she pushed back down on the young mother's back firmly while her right hand traced up the back of Lara's slender legs, over one cheek and then the other. "Are you ready for your punishment, Lara?" she asked as her hand rubbed between Lara's captive thighs. "Yes." Lara whispered. If she could just get this over with then she would collect her daughters and never come near this school again. "Yes, what?" asked the Headmistress sternly. "Yes, mistress," ventured Lara. The Headmistress smiled to herself again. This young woman was ready to be used and she was the one who was going to use her. "Your knickers are wet," scolded the older woman and Lara knew she was right. How could she deny it when the she could feel the evidence on her pussy lips and the Headmistress could probably see a dark stain on her tiny white thong? She blushed red once more at the evidence of her overactive pussy and wished she had never come to the party today. She could feel the other woman's fingers sliding back and forth along the tiny piece of cotton between her legs. "This is in my way," the Headmistress said, pulling down to the bottom of her round cheeks Lara's last inch of protection and last shred of self respect. Lara gasped once more in her humiliation, knowing the Headmistress could now see her pussy lips between her legs and perhaps even her dirtiest hole between her cheeks. The young mother clenched her bottom to try to hide her hole but this was met by a smack which echoed around the room. Lara gasped and buried her face behind her hands on the desk. She heard the Headmistress cruelly laugh and felt her pull the useless thong down to knees. Another smack followed and Lara could feel her bottom heating up, imagining there must be a hand print on her paler skin and wondered how she would explain that to her husband. The Headmistress then pulled her knickers all the way down Lara's long legs and, once she had stepped out of them, the older woman laid them on the desk next to her face. Lara could see how wet they were and could smell her own arousal. So could the Headmistress. "Spread your legs, Lara" said the Headmistress almost kindly. Lara sobbed but did as she was told for she knew being kind was the last thing the other woman had in mind. This was confirmed when she felt the old hand come down on yet another smack Lara could feel her cheeks wobbling with the force of each slap but felt even worse, even more ashamed, when she felt the vicious woman push her thighs wider apart and spank her again. The Headmistress's fingers moved to Lara's inner thighs and slapped, then again, only this time lightly against Lara's already swollen lips "OWW!" Lara cried, biting her bottom lip before another smack rained down, harder this time and directly on to her dripping pussy. She tried to struggle, wriggling her hips to escape but the hand holding her down on the small of her back was reinforced by the Headmistress asking if Lara really wanted her to call her husband. Lara sobbed once more but jerked across the desk when she felt the Headmistress's fingers dig into her sore bottom and squeeze hard. But it was only going to get worse. Lara Goes Back To School Again Ch. 01 Lara had finally got the job she had always wanted. After marrying young and having two children very quickly, she had returned to her studies, gone to medical school and was now employed as the doctor at the very same boarding school she had attended as a young girl. Dressed in her white coat, she sat at her desk and awaited her final appointment of the day. She had been looking forward to this moment ever since she had been appointed. Normally under her white coat she would wear a white cotton blouse and a sensible knee length skirt, appearing to be the model professional that the nuns who ran the school had employed her to be. Today, however, was different. Today she was waiting to conduct a leaving interview and medical examination with Sara, the first girl in her year to reach her eighteenth birthday. Sara, the doctor knew, was a very shy girl. In this all-girl boarding school none of the pupils had much chance to become acquainted with boys of their own age and the only male presence in their lives during school term was the few male teachers on the staff. Sara, Lara had noticed, became embarrassed very easily when she was giving guest lectures on biology and, while some of the other girls had gasped aloud when she had been teaching them about human reproduction, Sara had blushed a fierce shade of red and lowered her head to prevent any of her classmates from noticing. That was when Lara knew who her first conquest would be. She smiled as she heard a tentative knock on her door and, standing up, she went over and opened the door herself. "Come in, Sara," she smiled. The young girl smiled nervously and entered the doctor's office with no little trepidation. She knew that she would have to undergo a full physical examination and she had barely slept last night worrying about this. Everyone said the new doctor was nice and she had certainly seemed so the other day in class but the things she was talking about had embarrassed Sara so much that she knew her cheeks were burning and she hadn't been able to ask any of the many questions she had. She also noticed that the new lady doctor must be wearing a very short skirt today because she could see none of it below the level of her white coat which only came down to mid thigh level. The doctor showed Sara to the waiting chair in front of her large wooden desk. This was a desk that Lara knew well since the Headmistress had once spanked her as she lay across it but she physically shook her head to remove this image from her mind. Not that she wasn't aroused by the memory but she knew she had to keep her mind on this young beauty sitting in front of her. For Sara was indeed beautiful. She was almost as tall as the doctor herself, slim, her fitted school blouse showing off her figure well, her short uniform skirt falling to just above her knees. Lara knew that this was shorter than regulation and wondered if the girl had flaunted the uniform rules in any other way. When she was a pupil here she had hated the large navy knickers that all the girls had to wear and had substituted them for her own tiny thongs. She was wearing her favourite white one today and already she could feel her pussy moistening just a little as she looked at Sara's shaking hands held clasped on her lap. "Now, Sara, you know why you are here, don't you?" "Yes, doctor." "Good. Well, I will make it as enjoyable as possible and you can help by trying to relax." "Relax?" thought the schoolgirl. "How can I possibly relax? And what did she mean by making it enjoyable." Lara could see the confusion in the girl's face and smiled to herself. She was going to have fun with this young virgin, because she was sure that's exactly what Sara was – a virgin girl, waiting to be touched, waiting to be fucked. She sat back down at her desk facing the nervous girl and took up her pen. "I have a few questions for you, Sara, and I want you to answer them as honestly as you can. There is no need to be embarrassed as no-one will ever hear your answers apart from me so you can be totally open. Do you understand?" Sara simply nodded, knowing that she always got embarrassed when older people said there was no need. "Good. Now, do you have a boyfriend?" The schoolgirl didn't know what that had to do with anything but nodded as the doctor looked up from her file. "And do you let him touch you?" Sara could feel her face turning an even deeper shade of red, wondering where this line of questions was going to lead, knowing that she didn't want to be led there. "Yes," she managed to utter. "Where does he touch you?" Sara had lost the power of speech by now and knew there was no way she could answer this question so she hesitatingly pointed to her breasts. "Are you telling me you let your boyfriend feel your tits, Sara? Well, I must admit I'm more than a little surprised but at least you won't be embarrassed now when I examine them myself. Open your blouse, please." Sara had known that she was to be taught how to examine herself properly today but she still dreaded the fact that she was about to show her naked breasts to another person for the very first time. Her boyfriend had touched her there but only through her clothes, much as he had wanted to strip her of them. He had squeezed both her round breasts roughly and declared that she was a "good size to fuck". She had no idea what he meant; she knew what "fucking" was even if she couldn't imagine ever allowing someone to do that to her but she had no idea what he meant about fucking her "tits". She looked round to locate the screen behind which she would have to undress but the doctor explained that, since they were alone, she should remain where she was. Sara tried to reason in her mind that what the older woman had said made sense but it was still very embarrassing to sit there and start to strip. As Sara slowly opened the buttons on her white school blouse, she could feel her cheeks blushing even more. Once she had opened all the buttons, at least as far as the waistband of her skirt, she slowly raised her head. She was slightly taken aback by the doctor obviously staring at her small, lacy bra. Sara knew her breasts weren't as big as some of the girls in her class but, since her boyfriend obviously liked them, she didn't think she had anything to be ashamed of. Ashamed was exactly how she was feeling now, however, as the doctor seemed unable to tear her gaze away from the young girl's partially covered breasts. Again Lara had to practically shake herself to force herself to drag her eyes away from the schoolgirl's round, pert tits. True, they weren't as big as her own but she was looking forward to touching them and finding out how Sara responded. Walking round her desk until she was standing behind Sara, she asked, "Do you know how to examine your breasts, Sara?" "No, doctor. Mother said you would teach me today. Is that right?" she asked, twisting round to see a strange, hungry look on the older woman's face. "Yes, indeed. First I will show you what to do then I want you to copy me." Lara knelt down behind the girl and put her hands on Sara's shoulders to allow her to get used to the feeling of another's hands on her young body. As she moved down, however, she could feel Sara trembling and forced herself to stop as she reached the schoolgirl's breasts. Sara was breathing hard as the friendly lady doctor smoothed her hands over her young breasts and pushed her pink bra down off them. Sara's face burned red but she couldn't stop herself from looking down to see the doctor's soft hands on her own breasts and was surprised to find that she quite liked the feeling of another woman's hands there. As the doctor continued to gently fondle her, Sara simply presumed in her innocence that this was how every breast examination was conducted. What she didn't understand, though, was why she was starting to feel quite tingly – and not just in her breasts. Her nipples were starting to throb and she could feel something new and very strange between her legs. She tried to ignore these feelings as the doctor continued her exam but when the older woman took a hold of the girl's engorged nipples and tugged on them, she couldn't help but let out a small moan. Lara could see the girl blush all the way down to her beautiful tits and when Sara moaned aloud at the stimulation of her nipples, she knew she was going to have lots of fun with this naive but responsive girl. Reluctantly removing her hands from Sara, she took the young girl's own hands and brought them to her breasts. Sara shuddered as she touched herself in this way for the very first time. The doctor's hands covered her own and guided her in what she was doing but Sara knew, she could feel that it was her own hands on her own breasts and, she very quickly realised, she liked this too. When the doctor brought her fingers to her own large nipples and she squeezed them, she couldn't stop herself from moaning in pleasure again. As Lara released her hands, she looked over the young girl's shoulder to see that Sara had not let go of her breasts and was now fondling them of her own accord. She got up from her kneeling position to walk round to face the girl who was now lost in her own lust. Her head was thrown back, her eyes were closed and Sara could feel those new feelings between her legs begin to take over her whole body. "Right, Sara. That will do." The doctor's voice brought the young girl crashing back to reality and when she opened her eyes she saw the doctor once more staring at her breasts. Sara blushed bright red once more as she realised she had somehow got carried away, somehow she had done so in front of the doctor and, somehow, her knickers felt damp between her legs. She tried to cover her breasts but the doctor simply instructed her to remove the remainder of her clothes. Once again the girl rose from her seat in front of the doctor to make her way to the screen but once again the older woman dissuaded her from doing so. "There's only you and I here, Sara. No-one else will see you. Just take off your clothes where you are and lay them on the chair." Sara knew the doctor was making sense but it somehow seemed wrong to be undressing herself in the middle of the room rather than behind the screen. Nevertheless, being a good girl and more than a little submissive, she did as she was told. Pulling her blouse from her skirt, she slipped it off her shoulders and placed it on her chair. Not daring to look at the doctor, she reached behind, undid the clasp of her bra then removed it too. Now topless, she felt herself blushing but knew that her examination had to continue. Taking a deep breath, she reached behind herself again and unfastened the button on the waistband of her tight skirt. She lowered the zip, wiggled her hips a little as she pulled her skirt down and revealed her knickers to the doctor. Standing there in just her regulation, navy knickers, her knee-high white socks and her black shoes, she suddenly felt very exposed to the doctor's hungry eyes and crossed her arms over her breasts. Lara was almost disappointed to see that the girl's small rebellion hadn't gone as far as her knickers but knew that they were about to come off anyway so she didn't allow herself to dwell on the matter. Before Sara had even knocked on her door, she had cleared her desk and the schoolgirl was about to find out why. Indicating to her young patient that she should sit on the large wooden desk, Lara watched as she did what she was told once more and perched her tight bottom on the very edge. "I want you to lie back now, Sara, as I will have to continue your examination." As the girl did as she was told, finding the hard desk uncomfortable and the whole situation strange, Lara encouraged her to raise her knees up so that her feet were flat on the desk top. The perverted doctor now slowly prised the young girl's knees wide and looked down to see the tell-tale damp patch on the crotch of the Sara's big knickers. "I think the best thing we can do with these, Sara, is take them off. Otherwise, how will I be able to examine you properly?" Sara could see the sense in this once again but she wished fervently that she didn't. Raising her hips slightly, she allowed the older woman to pull her knickers down over her bottom cheeks and slide then down her slender legs. As she slipped the navy undergarment over Sara's shoes, first one then the other, Lara looked at the young girl's naked body and liked what she saw. Sara was not looking as her most private place was suddenly nude in front of another person for the first time since she was an infant. She knew the doctor was a professional but the thought of anyone looking between her legs filled her with shame. Lara, on the other hand, could not get enough of the wonderful sight that lay before her – Sara's hairy pussy. Looking at the young girl's regulation school knickers, she turned them inside out to inspect the crotch and the damp spot she already knew was there. Holding them to her mouth, she allowed her tongue to barely touch that magical spot that, until a moment ago, had covered Sara's pussy. Now it was the doctor's turn to moan as she tasted the young girl's arousal but quickly lowered the underwear when Sara opened her eyes at the sound of the doctor's pleasure. "I want you to look at your knickers, Sara. Do you see this damp patch?" Sara had never felt so humiliated, examining her own knickers under the scrutiny of another woman, even if she was a doctor. She forced herself to look at the spot the Doctor was holding close to her face and simply nodded, unable to believe that she had wet herself even slightly. Lara could see the young girl's confusion and smiled to herself. "I know what you are thinking, Sara, but you have not peed yourself. This damp spot is a result of your pussy becoming aroused when you were playing with your tits. It is perfectly normal." Sara didn't know if she was more embarrassed by the words the doctor was using (surely, that wasn't professional, she thought) or by the fact that the doctor thought she had been "playing" with her breasts. She was very glad, though, that she had not wet herself in the way she had thought and smiled weakly at the doctor. "Now, Sara, I am going to examine your pussy and show you how to do it yourself so that you will be able to examine yourself on a regular basis." Sara could feel her whole body stiffen with nerves at the thought of another person touching her private place but she knew that she had to go through with this. Trying to tell herself that she was a woman now and that this was what women had to undergo, she took a deep breath again and tried to relax. At least it wasn't a male doctor examining her. Even so, when she felt the doctor touch her smooth thighs, Sara nearly jumped off the hard desk. Explaining that she was simply separating her legs to allow her access, Lara looked down once more and drank in the sight of the girl's moist pussy. She could see that the dark, curly hairs around her cunt's entrance were already matted with her virginal juices and she longed to dip her head and taste this young beauty. Managing to control herself only with great effort, Lara continued her instruction. "To enable me to gain entry to your pussy and not hurt you, Sara, I first have to make sure that your pussy is wet. There are various ways this can be done. The best way is if you are aroused and your own natural juices will make your slit nice and slippery. If this does not happen, then we can use artificial lubricants. Finally, and most enjoyable is to get someone else to help you. Shall I show you how?" Sara was totally confused and more than a little embarrassed. She couldn't understand how her own body had made her wet between her legs just because she had been "playing" with her breasts; she certainly didn't understand what the doctor meant by letting someone else help her. How could someone else help her to get wet between her legs in her private place? She presumed that this was one of the things her mother had wanted her to learn today so nodded her assent to the doctor. Lara couldn't hide the smile that now enlightened her beautiful face. She instructed the young girl to hold her own legs behind her knees and pull them up. Finally believing she had permission to indulge herself, she leaned forward and brought her tongue to Sara's wet pussy. She licked her softly, slowly, her wet tongue running delicately over the schoolgirl's pulsing cunt, not wanting to frighten her. Sara was terrified and perplexed; she couldn't belief what the doctor was doing to her, and with her tongue. She couldn't belief that the doctor would do this to the other girls as they reached their eighteenth birthday. She couldn't belief that other doctors did this to other women, to her mother. Most of all, she couldn't believe the feelings starting between her raised legs and running through her entire body. She could hear soft moans coming from somewhere in the room and it took a moment or two to realise that they were coming from her. Was she really enjoying this? Was it ok to enjoy this? Would the doctor think she was some kind of slut? Was her face burning as red as it felt? The schoolgirl remained in this bewildered state as Lara feasted on her dripping pussy. As she felt Sara begin to open up to her insistent tongue, the doctor pressed her tongue deeper into the young girl, eliciting even louder sounds of pleasure. Sara could hold her legs up no more as she gave herself up to these new sensations and, instead, clamped her trembling thighs tightly around the doctor's head, as the older woman took full advantage of Sara's innocence. Lara now had full access to the school girl's most private part. She stopped for a moment to revel in the sight of Sara's moist, pink flesh. Then all she could think of herself was eating this young girl and she resumed licking up and down her young patient's hot cunt, savouring the taste and feel of the young flesh against her wet tongue. The schoolgirl's juices were flowing like never before and the noises coming from her mouth were unintelligible to either woman but Lara knew she was as turned on as the girl beneath her. Much as she wanted to bring this girl to her first climax, Lara also wanted to prolong the schoolgirl's enjoyment and make this experience one she would never forget. Slowly extending her range, Lara began to lick down to the girl's arsehole, all the way up her soaking pussy until she reached her throbbing clit. Up and down she continued, up and down, so that Sara was now writhing on the hard wooden desk. It was obvious that the young girl was about to have the first orgasm of her life and Lara latched on to her clit, sucking it between her hot lips and flicking it with her tongue. Sara tried to hold back her cries but, as the doctor sucked and licked then sucked and licked some more, the young girl let rip with an animal noise that came from deep within her very being. Her thighs tightened even more violently around the doctor's head as she came for the first time ever. Lara fought hard to breathe while drinking in as much of the girl's juices as she could swallow. As the young girl's very first orgasm slowly began to die down, she opened her eyes and saw with shock her legs wrapped around the doctor's head. As she quickly released them the doctor began to slowly step back, kissing the young girl's thighs as she did so. "I think you're wet enough now, Sara." The girl could only lie there, panting, as she realised this ordeal was only just beginning; the doctor hadn't even begun to examine her very wet private place yet she was already more embarrassed than she had ever been. She could see the juices that she could only think had dripped from her "pussy" around the doctor's mouth and feel them dribbling down between her bottom cheeks. She squirmed as the moisture reached her dirtiest hole and she realised that she was lying in a small pool of her own making. As the doctor licked all around her mouth, Sara could only wonder what her mother was like when a doctor did this to her. Lara Goes Back To School Again Ch. 01 "Now, I am going to show you how to examine yourself." Sara couldn't imagine how this could get any worse but as soon as the doctor touched her sensitive pussy she realised it was only just beginning. Lara very gently ran her finger the length of the young girl's wet slit, the gentleness only making it even more excruciatingly tormenting. Sara couldn't believe that her body was responding once more; she couldn't believe that she was responding in this way at all. Somewhere deep in her mind she could hear her mother's voice telling her that these feelings were wrong but the poor girl didn't know any way to stop them or any way to stop the doctor. As Lara's finger slipped through the young girl's outer defences, Sara squealed aloud. She lifted her head and looked down the length of her young body to see the lady doctor's long finger sliding in and out of her own body. She collapsed back on to the desk, instinctively squeezing her thighs together. Lara smiled at the girl's attempts to protect her innocence, simply using her other hand to force her legs apart. Her finger circled in the schoolgirl's pussy and then she realised the girl was opening up. Slowly withdrawing her first finger, she replaced it with two, forcing their way into Sara's tight cunt. Sara squealed again but, when the doctor hooked her fingers up, she hit a spot that the schoolgirl didn't even know existed and those strange new sensations washed over her again. Sara writhed under the ministrations of the doctor, cumming again and again, even if she didn't know that's what she was doing. "Now, Sara, it is time for you to show me you know how to do that yourself. I want you to sit back on the chair and I will sit on mine. We will face each other and all you have to do is exactly what I have just done to you. To make it easier for you to remember, I will do it too so that you can follow my lead." The doctor helped the bewildered girl to slide off her desk and allowed her to slump into the same chair she had sat in earlier when she was still dressed and had never had an orgasm. Now she was sitting on the same chair, naked and still trembling from the life-changing sensations that had washed over in young body in quick succession. As she watched the doctor wheel her own chair from the other side of her desk, she thought that things could not get any stranger. That was until the doctor opened her white coat. Sara was instantly brought back to her senses as she watched the older woman unbutton her long coat and reveal that she had nothing on beneath it but her lacy white bra and matching white thong. Sara watched in disbelief as the doctor shrugged her coat off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. Immediately it was followed by her pretty bra and Sara saw that, although the woman was much older than her, her large breasts were still firm with no droop at all. As the older woman stood in front of her own chair, she looked Sara in the eye and slowly lowered her tiny thong. Sara couldn't help but stare as the older woman revealed her bald pussy. The young girl had never even seen another woman's naked body before and now, stood in front of her, was the beautiful doctor with her shaved cunt. Sara didn't understand why she was once again thinking about her own mother and wondering if her private place was shaved too. "Now just do exactly as I do, Sara. You are about to learn some wonderful lessons." Lara sat down and smiled at the schoolgirl. Her fingers began to play with her hard nipples as she spread her legs, leaning back in her chair and hooking her right leg over the arm, giving Sara a very good view of another woman's aroused pussy. The doctor slowly moved the fingers of her right hand down her fit body and started stroking her moist cunt while her left hand continued to tease her own nipples. Sara felt her own new found arousal brushing away her shyness. Hesitantly at first her hands also reached up to her breasts, gently fondly her young body. She stared at the doctor opposite her and her eyes were met with equal longing by the older woman. She felt as if her whole body was on fire, inside and out, as a film of sweat formed over her flawless body Lara watched the young girl's body come alive as she continued to move her fingers round and round her sensitive nipples. They were very stiff and longer than she could remember them ever being. Sara was amazed at the sight and wondered why she had never been aware of other women's breasts before. This doctor sitting opposite her was beautiful and, she now realised, very sexy. But just as she was getting used to staring at Lara's breasts, the older woman moved her left hand down to join her right one as she smiled at Sara again; her hands moved up and down the inside of her thighs together before resting on her open, wet pussy. Sara felt her own hands following the movements of the older woman down her innocent body. A moan involuntarily escaped her mouth as her finger slid along her moist lips. Her juices were flowing freely and, as Lara's finger began to circle her clit, she too moaned with her increasing sexual excitement. Sara felt compelled to follow the visual instructions of the doctor and both quickly found a common rhythm of masturbation and watching. Sara didn't understand, yet, what she was doing but found herself wondering again if her mother examined herself in this way and why she had never told her daughter how good it felt to be a woman. Lara felt more aroused than she had been for years, turned on by watching this young girl follow her unspoken instructions, by the sight of the schoolgirl's juices flowing down her fingers and by her own quickening wanking. Her fingers parted her wet pussy lips and slid into our cunt, and Sara's did exactly the same. The schoolgirl couldn't help herself as she closed her eyes momentarily to delight in the new feeling of her own finger entering her pussy. She had never known a woman could do this for herself and wondered again why her mother had made such a big deal about being examined by a doctor. She couldn't imagine ever talking to her mother about it – it would be just too embarrassing – but wondered why she had never heard her mother moaning in the way this sexy woman opposite her was now doing. Lara had always loved to play with her own body but never before had she enjoyed it so much as now, sitting in her office, in front of an eighteen year old schoolgirl and watching the girl mirroring her own actions. She let a second finger glide easily into her pussy and watched as Sara did the same with a bit more difficulty, her pussy much tighter than the older woman's. They were both moaning now as they plunged their two fingers in and out of their wet pussies, the younger girl following the rhythm of the more experienced doctor. Lara brought her left hand back to her play with her tits and nipples; Sara did the same. Lara fucked herself with the fingers of her right hand; Sara did the same. Lara used her right thumb to play with her throbbing clit; Sara did the same and nearly came as she touched her sensitive button for the first time ever. Their breathing got faster, their moaning louder, their fingers moving faster and faster, the sweat running off their hot bodies. Lara saw a shiver go through the schoolgirl's young body as a loud cry escaped her mouth and then her eyes closed automatically and she was over taken by a huge orgasm that caused her to almost fall off the chair. Sara had closed her eyes instinctively but they shot open once more as the older woman began to cum just as explosively and just as noisily, her whole body trembling as her fingers plunged deeper and deeper into her sodden cunt. As they both recovered, their fingers still trapped in their throbbing pussies, Sara watched as the doctor smiled at her. Slowly withdrawing her fingers, she opened her lips and put her hand to her mouth, sucking her own pussy juices from it. Sara couldn't believe she was meant to do the same but the older woman sat and waited until she did just that. As if in a trance, the young schoolgirl brought her fingers to her mouth and sucked them between her lips. Slowly she just did what came to her instinctively and started to wrap her tongue around her finger, savouring her own taste and her own smell. She was surprised to find she liked the taste but still felt very embarrassed licking her fingers in front of another woman. Lara eventually smiled, instructing the girl to get dressed and Sara was glad her examination was over. She couldn't deny that she had felt wonderful when her feelings washed over her body but it was still very embarrassing to react like that in front of a doctor. What if it had been a male doctor? She couldn't imagine a male doctor teaching her to examine herself in the same way, however. She wondered, as she got dressed, whether she would be able to speak to her mother about all of this. She also wondered where her knickers had gone as she couldn't find them anywhere. Pulling on her skirt and hoping she could get back to her room before anyone noticed her lack of underwear, she stood in front of the doctor's desk. Lara had put on her white coat again and was sitting at her desk once more, once more the respectable doctor at the girls' boarding school. Respectable that is, apart from the pussy juices sliding out of her cunt on to her chair and the pair of Sara's knickers in her coat pocket that she was keeping for later. "That will do for today, Sara, but I will need to see you at the same time next week." Sara's heart sank at these words but she would have been much more worried if she had known what went on in the doctor's office after she left. As soon as she had closed the door, the Headmistress emerged from behind the screen. "Did you get it all?" asked Lara. "Oh yes," smiled the Headmistress with an evil grin. "Young Sara put on quite a show today and I've got it all on film. Next week can't come quickly enough." Lara Goes Back To School Again Ch. 02 Sara didn't know what to think. She knew she couldn't ask any of her friends about their medical examinations because she had been the first to turn eighteen and so the first to go to see the doctor. She couldn't ask any of the nuns who ran the school because she would be too embarrassed to talk to these holy women about the things that had happened in the doctor's office and the feelings that had overcome her. The only other woman she knew well enough was her own mother and now, as she sat on the train going home for the weekend, she wasn't sure she would be able to use the words she would have to in front of her mother. Her mother, Mary, was just as worried. She knew that her daughter would have attended the doctor's office by the time she returned home. She was worried in case Sara would want to talk to her about it. How could she explain to her innocent daughter that it was during her end of school medical examination that she had been raped and had become pregnant with Sara? Throughout her daughter's eighteen years she had protected her from the knowledge of who her real father was and had refused to ever see another man since. There had been many who had tried to build a relationship with her but as soon as they got to close she had refused to go any further. So it was that, as her beautiful daughter approached womanhood, her mother was almost as ignorant about men as the girl was. Sara couldn't help but go over and over again in her mind what had happened in the doctor's office the day before. She could feel her face getting red again as she thought about the feelings the doctor had aroused in her, how she had touched her and how she had taught Sara to touch herself. She knew he couldn't but she imagined the man sitting opposite her could read her thoughts and knew exactly what was making the young girl blush. The man kept smiling at her. He had smiled when she had struggled to put her bag in the overhead luggage rack and she had wished she had been wearing a longer skirt. She could feel the bottom of her black school skirt rise up the back of her thighs as she stretched to put her bag on the rack. He was still smiling when she finally sat down and had to take off her school blazer as she was so hot and flustered. She was sure he would be able to see her nipples sticking out through her thin pink bra and her tight school blouse. Looking down, she could see them herself and wondered if that was why he was smiling. This thought simply made her blush an even deeper shade of red and the strange man seemed to revel in her discomfort. The man continued to stare at the young girl throughout the journey and Sara was very glad when she finally reached her home town and got up as the train pulled in to the station. As she reached up for her bag the stranger suddenly jumped up and grabbed it before she could stop him. He was much taller than Sara and she raised her eyes to meet his, reaching out for her bag. The man still smiled as if he knew the reasons for her embarrassment; but at least Sara knew that he couldn't possibly know that what was causing her the most distress was the fact that her knickers had moved up between her legs as she had fidgeted throughout the journey. The tiny pink thong that she had decided to wear today, contrary to the school's uniform code, was now firmly wedged between her bottom cheeks and rubbing against her moist pussy. She seemed to be constantly wet now; it was as if the doctor had opened a flood gate and every minute she could feel the urge to reach down and touch herself. She hadn't done so because it still felt like she was doing something bad, sinful even, but the more she resisted her urges, the stronger they seemed to be growing. The stranger's smile seemed to say that he knew exactly what those urges were. Sara's mother waited on the platform, barely able to contain her apprehension as well as her anticipation. She had worked hard ever since she had given birth to Sara and had dedicated her life and her savings to giving her daughter the best possible start in life. That was partly why she had sent her beloved daughter to boarding school – so that she could begin to build a life for herself away from this small town. The other part was that she knew the nuns would look after her daughter and when the right time arrived they would make sure that Sara was examined by a doctor who would never think of taking advantage of her. When Sara saw her mother waiting for her, she ran towards her like a child and hugged her as if she hadn't seen her in years. Her mother relaxed at that moment as it was obvious whatever had happened during her examination had not been the ordeal that she had suffered. Mary returned her daughter's warm embrace then pulled back just a little to look at the young girl. "You look well, Sara. Is everything ok?" "Oh, yes, mother. I've got so much to tell you but let's get home first and I'll tell you all about it." Mary shuddered slightly at her daughter's insistence that they go home before they talked but as Sara sat beside her mother in the car, the schoolgirl began her usual description of life at school, who said what, who did that, etc. The older woman smiled to herself as it seemed all her daughter really wanted to talk about was the goings on from her latest week away at school. Sara was relieved to find that she could still behave with her mother exactly as she always had. She knew that once they got home she would have to unburden herself to her only living relative but that could wait. For the moment it was nice just to be with her mother and for them both to talk as if she was still the innocent daughter her mother believed her to be. Very soon they arrived at the only home Sara had ever known and, realising the moment of truth was rapidly approaching, her gossip slowed down until the last few moments of the drive were spent in silence. Thinking her daughter had exhausted herself with her incessant talking, Mary smiled to her and told her to go in to the house while she got her bag from the back of the car. Sara was glad to have a few moments to herself just to look around her bedroom and to realise nothing had changed; somehow she thought that because she was no longer the innocent girl she had been when she was last home then everything else would have changed too. She didn't know if the fact that her bedroom still looked the same as it had when she was sixteen was a comfort or a disappointment. Hearing her mother calling her from the kitchen, Sara took a deep breath and prepared herself to share her new found knowledge with her mother. As they sat together in the kitchen Mary could see that her daughter was anxious about something but waited patiently until Sara was ready to talk. She busied herself with preparing their lunch while the schoolgirl sat at the large dinning table and pretended to be engrossed in her glass of juice. "Mother, I've got something to tell you," Sara eventually blurted out. Here it comes, thought her mother; please don't let it be too awful. When her mother sat down opposite her at the table and handed her some salad, the girl could barely look at her mother's face. "Whatever it is, Sara, you can tell me. There is no need to be afraid or embarrassed." Sara lifted her eyes to see her kindly mother reach across the table and take her hand encouragingly. "The thing is, mother, I've been seeing a boy who lives near the school. He's very nice and I'm sure you would like him." Mary relaxed and smiled at her daughter. She knew this day would come and that one day her precious Sara would have a boyfriend. She was glad her girl could be so open with her and tell her about her first boyfriend and was just delighted that this was what Sara wanted to talk about; obviously, then, nothing had gone wrong during her medical examination. "I knew you would be happy for me, mother, but I was still nervous about telling you, especially when the doctor had been so surprised when I told her. Mary froze at the mention of the doctor and wondered why her precious daughter had discussed this with the doctor. Surely the boy hadn't got Sara pregnant? No, she couldn't believe that; her daughter was a good girl. Sara could see that her mother was worried and tried to quickly reassure her. "Please don't worry, mother; we haven't done anything wrong but the doctor surprised me when she began to ask questions about him and whether I allowed him to touch me." If Sara was trying to reassure her mother then the mention of her boyfriend touching her was not going to help. Mary tried to smile at her daughter again but she was struggling to imagine her beloved Sara ever letting a boy touch her anywhere. "I tried to explain to the doctor that he had only touched my breasts, mother, and only with my clothes on but she still seemed so shocked." Sara had started out wanting to reassure her mother but the more she spoke the deeper the hole she seemed to be digging for herself. It was really embarrassing talking to her mother about these things but she needed to talk to her about what had happened with the doctor and it had been the mention of her boyfriend touching her breasts that had started everything off. "Please, mother, try to understand. I'm still a good girl. I haven't let him touch me without my clothes on and all we have really done so far is kiss each other – although he keeps trying to do so much more. "The thing is, mother, when I told the doctor about this she then went on to show me how to examine my breasts. She didn't even want me to go behind the screen, mother; she told me to remain sitting on the chair in front of her desk and open my blouse. Well, it was really embarrassing but I knew she was a professional and was only doing her job so I did as she asked. I could feel my cheeks blushing as I opened the buttons on my school blouse. It was even more embarrassing when I looked at the doctor and saw she was staring at my breasts. "I was glad that I still had my bra on but then she told me she was going to teach me how to examine my breasts, just like you told me she would. I know I was expecting it but it still sent a shiver through me when she ran her hands down from my shoulders and pushed my pink bra off, exposing my breasts to the air. I don't know why, mother, but I started to get a tingly feeling, and not just in my breasts. "I can't believe I'm talking to you like this," said the very red faced girl, "But I suppose we are both adults. My nipples were bigger than I'd ever seen them and then the doctor started to tug at them. I know she was just doing her job but I didn't know that what she was doing would feel so nice and I think I might have let out a little moan. I'm so sorry, mother, but I couldn't help it. Then she took my hands and placed them on my breasts. I promise you, mother, I've never touched my breasts before, except when I was washing in the shower. I didn't even realise when she had taken her hands away but I could feel something really strange between my legs. I didn't know what was happening but I was examining my breasts just like the doctor had shown me, the feelings in my private place were getting stronger and I couldn't seem to stop moaning now. Just then the doctor told me to stop and it felt like she had woken me up. My hands dropped from my breasts, mother, and I'm not sure how to say this to you, but my knickers felt a bit wet." Mary had released her daughter's hand and was now sitting on both of her own, trying to understand the feelings that were coursing through her own body, feelings she had not allowed herself to feel since she had given birth to Sara. She could feel her own nipples pressing against her bra; her breasts were "tingly" too and she was sure her own panties now had a small damp patch on their crotch. She looked across the table and saw her embarrassed daughter trying to find the words to explain exactly what she was feeling, squirming in her seat, her face burning red. "I was very embarrassed, mother, when I realised I had somehow lost control of what I was doing and I thought the doctor would be very angry with me. I tried to cover up at that point but she told me to remove all my clothes and insisted that I do it in front of her again. I know there was no-one else in the room but it was still very embarrassing. I'm sure my face was burning red again as I slowly took off my bra but I knew I had to go ahead with this and so quickly took off my skirt and stood there in just my knickers. For once I was glad I was wearing those horrible big knickers that totally cover my bottom and my private place. "This time I thought I would be able to go behind the screen and lie on the doctor's examination couch but she told me just to lie on her desk. It was really hard, mother, but that wasn't the worst part. Once I was lying on my back, she stood between my legs and pushed my knees apart. It was so humiliating to know another woman was looking at my knickers, even if she was a doctor, and I knew she would be able to see the wet spot. "I knew she was going to ask me to take them off but I didn't believe she would do it herself. I closed my eyes tight as she slid them down my legs and over my shoes. I think I was ready to cry at this point, mother, because I knew she could see the hair on my private place but then I heard her moan and I opened my eyes thinking there was something wrong. I don't know what she had been doing but I saw her quickly lower my knickers from her face. She must have been having a very close look. "I tried to look away but she brought my knickers up to my face and asked me to look at the damp spot in the middle of them. I was so relieved when she explained I hadn't wet myself and that this was a normal reaction to examining my breasts, although she said I had been "playing with my tits" and that my private place was really called my "pussy". Does your pussy get wet when you play with your tits, mother?" Mary couldn't believe the words coming from her innocent daughter's mouth but neither could she deny that her "pussy" was wetter than it had ever been and her knickers were soaking. How could her body be betraying her like this after all these years? How could the words of her beloved daughter be arousing her so easily? "It was a relief to know that I hadn't wet myself but I knew the worst was still to come and, when the doctor said she wanted to examine my "pussy", I nearly cried again. When she started to talk to me about how to make sure my pussy was wet before I examined myself, I thought I would die of embarrassment. She told me to pull my legs up, mother, but then she did something that I don't know how to tell you." Mary knew that she had to get over her own embarrassment and support her daughter through this whole episode. She reached over and took her daughter's hand again and smiled at her in support. Sara was so grateful for her mother's encouragement that she took a deep breath and continued with her shocking tale. "She started to lick me, mother," the young girl blurted out. "She ran her tongue up and down my private place. I couldn't believe what was happening to me but I tried to tell myself that the doctor was just trying to be helpful and trying to make sure I was wet enough to allow her examine me without hurting me but, mother, it was so embarrassing. Don't you get embarrassed when the doctor does that to you?" Mary's face was as red as her daughter's now and she knew her knickers would have to go straight in to the laundry basket when she finished this conversation. She had never even imagined another woman doing this to her but hearing the story from her daughter made her wonder what she had been missing all these years. Not knowing how to answer Sara's question, she simply nodded and urged the schoolgirl to continue. "I know the doctor had told me it was normal for my knickers to get a bit wet but, when she continued to run her wet tongue up and down my pussy, my whole body started to tremble. I knew I was starting to moan again and I couldn't do anything to stop it. All I could think of was is this how bad girls act? Was I acting like a slut? I'm not, mother; I promise you I'm not. I could feel my face burning red but I felt as if my whole body was on fire. "When these sensations took over I had to drop my legs and somehow I instinctively knew to wrap them around the doctor's head as if I wanted to pull her deeper into me. I didn't, mother, I promise you. I'm still your good girl but I could feel her tongue pushing into my pussy and I knew I had never felt anything like it before. I could feel something wet running from my pussy down on to the desk; it was so embarrassing to know I was know making a mess on the doctor's workplace but she didn't seem to mind. It certainly didn't stop her licking me or pushing her tongue into me. "When she started to lick lower, though, I just lost control, mother. Then she moved back up and started to lick that funny button at the top of my pussy and my legs just squeezed the doctor's head even tighter. Those feelings must have lasted for a few minutes because eventually I calmed down and opened my eyes. I know my body had taken over, mother, but it was so humiliating to see my thighs wrapped around the doctor's head. Does this happen to you too, mother?" Mary couldn't take any more of this. Smiling sweetly at her young daughter, she excused herself and rushed out of the room back to her bedroom. Locking the door behind her, she pulled up her long skirt and pulled down her soaking knickers. She knew they were going to be wet but she looked at her big black panties in disbelief. The whole crotch was dripping with her pussy juices and Mary automatically brought them to her mouth, just as the doctor had done with her daughter's. Tasting herself for the first time ever, she lay down on her single bed and bunched her skirt up around her waist. Leaving her knickers on her tongue she opened her legs and reached down to touch her pussy. She was shocked to feel how wet she was, even though she had seen the evidence on her knickers. Mary very tentatively ran her finger the length of her sensitive slit, her whole body reacting as she touched herself for the first time in her life. She had always been a good Catholic mother and had never believed she could be tempted by the "sins of the flesh" that the priest spoke about in his sermons. She could hear him, and her conscience, telling her that these feelings were wrong but the innocent woman didn't know how to control them or how to stop them. As her finger slipped through her sensitive lips, she heard herself moaning in the same way her daughter had just described. She looked down in disbelief at her finger sliding in and out of her own body. Her head fell back on to her pillow as she instinctively squeezed her thighs together. Mary knew she needed more and replaced her one finger with two, forcing her way into her own tight pussy. Moaning uncontrollably, she suddenly hit an extremely sensitive spot deep within her and those very same sensations that her young daughter had described washed over her. She twisted around the bed as the very first orgasm in her life took over her body. She no longer had control as her fingers plunged in and out of her cunt while her juices poured out and soaked her bed. She didn't know what she was doing but she knew she had never felt anything so good. As she finally recovered and her body became her own again, Mary looked down to see her fingers still deeply embedded in her pussy. Slowly pulling them out, she was filled with shame at what she had done and suddenly realised she would have to confess this whole incident to the priest tomorrow. Getting up from her firm bed, she went to her underwear drawer and pulled out another clean pair of the same large knickers she always wore. She knew that they weren't fashionable or considered sexy but she knew she felt safe in them when her whole bottom and "pussy" were covered. She had already found some skimpier items in Sara's laundry which she must have bought herself. Mary didn't understand how such a tiny garment could cover what needed to be covered or even how they could be comfortable. Lara Goes Back To School Again Ch. 02 Walking back into the kitchen, she saw her beautiful daughter nervously awaiting her. She smiled to her beloved Sara and encouraged her to continue with her story. Sara had looked up as her mother had re-entered the kitchen and thought that the older woman was looking a bit flushed. She had presumed that her mother had needed to go to the toilet when she had rushed away but she was sure it was her bedroom that she had heard her mother going in to. Her mother was still smiling so Sara presumed that she had not said anything yet that had upset her but she knew the hardest part to talk about was still to come. Facing each other across the table once more, she began. "After I had calmed down, mother, the doctor told me she was going to examine me and, I'm sorry, but when she did I had those same feelings all over again and my body seemed to take on a mind of its own. I couldn't stop it, mother; I know I should have tried to but I didn't know how and all I could think about was how you must have these same feelings when the doctor examines you." Mary managed to keep her smile on her face to encourage her daughter but she was struggling to understand what the schoolgirl was talking about. She had just had her very first orgasm at over thirty years of age and now it seemed that her daughter had had the same feelings with this new female doctor. How could that be? "The doctor helped me back on to my chair and it's just as well she did because I don't think my legs have ever felt so weak. I sat down as instructed but still felt very vulnerable as I was still totally naked and this wasn't how I had expected my examination to be. "If I thought my face was red at that point, however, it was nothing to what it must have been like when the doctor then took off her white coat. She wanted to show me again how she had just examined me and wanted me to follow her lead so that I could prove I had learned the lesson. The only thing is, mother, when she took off her coat she was only wearing her bra and panties. "They were very pretty ones, mother, but that wasn't all. She reached behind herself and undid the clasp on her lacy bra, letting it drop to the floor. I'm sorry, mother, but I couldn't help but stare at her breasts. They were much bigger than mine, more like yours. Then she bent forward in front of me so that her breasts were hanging down just inches from my face. She reached into the waistband of the tinniest pair of knickers that I have ever seen and pulled them down her smooth legs. "I didn't know how many more surprises there were to come, mother, but then I saw something unbelievably beautiful. The doctor had no hair on her private place – she was totally bald between her legs and I was sure I could see a few drops of moisture on her lips. All I could wonder, mother, was whether or not you were bald there too. I know that's terribly wicked but that's what went through my mind." Mary's throat and mouth were totally dry as her daughter's tale continued but she knew her clean knickers were getting just as wet as the first pair. "What happened next, Sara?" she managed to croak. "Well this is the most embarrassing part, mother. The doctor sat down on her chair opposite me and began touching herself, instructing me to follow her actions. I was so embarrassed, mother, watching her touching herself in front of me. I'm afraid I got so carried away I'm not sure if I learned the right way." Mary's mind was trying to keep up with her innocent daughter's revelations and wondering what excuse she could find to excuse herself from the kitchen again. The room had suddenly got very hot or maybe it was the newly lit fire burning in her pussy that was making her feel so aroused and so confused at the same time. But as Sara sat across the table from her, expectantly, an unbelievable plan began to form in her mind. "Why don't we go through to your bedroom and you can show me what you are talking about?" She got up from her seat, glancing back to ensure she hadn't left a damp spot to betray her lust, then walked round the table to take her daughter by the hand. Sara simply held on to her mother's hand as she had when she was a child and allowed herself to be led through to her own bedroom. She wasn't too sure exactly what her mother wanted her to do but she knew there was no way she could do what she had done with the doctor. Not in front of her mother. Mary opened the door and held it, allowing her daughter to walk in to her bedroom first. She watched as Sara reached the side of her bed then turned to face her. She knew her daughter was growing in to a beautiful young woman but she had never thought she would be one of the people hungry for her. As her daughter stood there, nervously, Mary's plan was constantly reforming in her mind. She knew it was her daughter's tale of her medical examination that had awoken her deeply repressed lust and she had no idea how to resist it. "Why don't we both get undressed, the way you were with the doctor, so that I can see if you have learned how to "examine" yourself properly?" Sara just stared at her mother in disbelief. Did her mother really expect her to undress herself here in front of her? Was her mother really going to undress in front of her? Were they going to look at each other naked and do the things she had done with the doctor? No way! She couldn't possibly do that. Mary could see the confusion and bewilderment in her daughter's face and knew that if she wanted to carry out her plan then she would have to take the lead. As she looked Sara in the eye, she began to open the buttons on her blouse. This was just as much an adventure for Mary as it was a nightmare for her daughter but she knew that if she didn't go through with it today she would never get another chance. Sara could hardly belief her eyes as her mother's blouse slowly parted to reveal her black bra. She had been right; her mother's breasts were about the same size as the doctor's; much bigger than her own. She couldn't believe these thoughts were even going through her mind as she watched her beloved mother pull her dark blouse from the waistband of her skirt, shrug it off her shoulders, and stand there proudly showing off her breasts to another person for the very first time. Mary was just as nervous as her daughter as she took a deep breath, reached behind herself and undid the clasp of her big bra. As the straps slid down her arms, she hesitated for just a moment, holding the cups covering her large breasts, wondering if she could do this. Realising it was now or never, she dropped her hands and revealed her prominent nipples to her young daughter. Sara suddenly realised that her mother had been serious and she was about to see her only living female relative totally naked. She didn't understand that it was her mother's new found arousal that was making her nipples so big but she was in total awe of her mother's large breasts. As her mother nodded to her, she in turn took as deep a breath as her mother had and began to open her school blouse. It seemed very wrong to be doing this even though it was her mother she was undressing before. Beginning to realise just how submissive she really was (even if she had never thought of herself in this way), she did as her mother had just done and started to undress. Trying hard not to look at her mother, she opened the buttons of her school blouse, one by one, from top to bottom. Pulling her blouse from her skirt, she slipped it off her shoulders and threw it on to the bed behind her. Again not wanting to look at her mother or her large breasts, she reached behind herself, undid the clasp of her bra and slowly removed it too. Mary was mesmerised. Not only was she standing topless in her daughter's bedroom but her beautiful daughter was now standing facing her, also topless. She knew she was staring but couldn't bear to drag her eyes from Sara's round, firm breasts. Would she ever be allowed to touch them, she found herself thinking? Where had these thoughts come from? She had never allowed herself to look at another person sexually before; certainly not another woman and certainly not her own adorable daughter. Mary knew she now had to take the next step and, reaching behind her back, she quickly opened the button on the waistband of her long skirt. Lowering the zip, she let the loose fitting skirt drop to the floor, revealing her big knickers to her shocked daughter's eyes. Sara was still struggling to see how it could be right for mother and daughter to be exposing themselves to each other like this but supposed that her mother knew better than she did. She mimicked her mother's actions and loosened her skirt. As it was shorter and tighter than her mother's she had to wiggle her hips a little to pull it over hips and down her legs. Now both women stood facing each other in only their knickers, but Sara's were much smaller and sexier than her mother's. She could see the same look of hunger in her mother's eyes that she had found so disconcerting in the doctor and she could see that her mother was staring at her young body just as fixedly as the doctor had. "Now, Sara, why don't we sit on the bed together and you can show me what the doctor taught you?" Sara meekly did as she was told. Climbing on to her bed, she sat upright, resting against the headboard, the wall above covered with her girlish posters. Mary watched her beautiful daughter, wondering why she had never lusted over the young girl's round arse before then got on to the bed and sat facing her daughter. She got into position, her feet accidentally touching Sara's, making the young girl jump nervously. Staring at each other, they both marvelled in the differences between their two bodies, Sara's firm and tight while her mother's was no less firm, and no less beautiful thought Sara. They were both looking at each others hairy pussies and Sara couldn't help but wonder if her mother ever shaved her private place the way the doctor obviously had. Sara couldn't believe she was actually going to do this in front of her own mother but knew that this was the only way she would ever be able to find out if she was doing things right. She couldn't turn down this opportunity that her beloved mother had offered her and she didn't want to think about ever having to undress in front of her mother again. "Mother, is this right? Should a mother and daughter be looking at each other so openly?" "Don't worry, Sara. I just want to make sure that you are doing things right. Just do what the doctor showed you and I will do exactly the same thing so that I can feel what you are feeling and I will be able to tell you if this is correct." Sara anxiously smiled back at her mother, her fingers slowly beginning to play with both her hard nipples, hard because her body was aroused at the sight of her mother's open legs opposite her. She tentatively moved her right hand down her young body until she reached her hairy pussy, her fingers slowly stroking her moist lips while her left hand continued to tease her throbbing nipples. Mary was again taken aback by the strength of her new found lust and realised that the only emotion she could feel was desire to touch her young daughter and desire to touch herself. Uncertainly at first her hands also reached up to her breasts, gently fondling her almost virginal body. She stared at her daughter opposite her and realised that the younger woman's body was on fire. She herself felt as if she was hotter than ever before but the heat was building from her pussy and she longed to touch her needy cunt again. Sara watched her mother's body react in a way she had never thought her mother capable of doing. She had never really considered her mother as someone who ever had sex and, since she never brought any men home, she thought that part of her mother's life was over. But now, as the older woman continued to play with her huge nipples, Sara realised she had never even thought of her mother having nipples to play with. She was amazed at the sight and wondered again why women's bodies had never interested her before. Mary was amazed by how much pleasure she could feel just from playing with her nipples. She didn't think she had even thought of her breasts since she had stopped feeding her daughter all those years ago; but she would give anything to feel the young girl's lips sucking on them again. As she watched her daughter move her hands down to her pussy, she knew that was exactly what she was going to do Her own hands followed the movements of her daughter's and she couldn't help but moan from the pleasure of feeling her fingers on her wet cunt once again. She was almost embarrassed to feel her juices flowing from her pussy but, as she looked at her daughter, she could tell that the young girl's fingers were equally soaked. Sara couldn't believe that she was doing this in front of her mother and asked again, "Are you sure that we should be doing this, mother? It feels so wrong." "Oh, but doesn't it feel so good too," replied her mother as she followed her daughter's fingers with her own and began to circle her previously untouched, sensitive clit. Sara knew she couldn't control her body much more as it began to react in the same way it had in the doctor's office. As she watched her own mother copying what she was doing, she couldn't stop her fingers from speeding up as they slipped into her pussy and made her moan in turn. Her mother's eyes stood out in shock as she watched her own daughter's finger slide into her wet cunt and knew that she was going to do the same again. She wondered if her Sara's cunt was as tight as her own, but still couldn't help enjoying what was happening to her. When she saw her daughter slide a second finger in to her pussy, she did exactly the same and shuddered with the feeling of her pussy being so full and so hungry at the same time. She wondered why she had denied herself such pleasure all these years and couldn't help but wonder if Sara was more experienced at this already. She knew she had never before heard the sounds coming from her daughter's mouth as her fingers plunged in and out of her tight cunt, not even when she had listened outside Sara's bedroom door. Sara knew they were she was torn between the feelings coursing through her body and the sight of her mother's fingers sinking into her hairy pussy. Just as she had followed the doctor, her mother was now copying her and their rhythms were identical as mother and daughter quickly brought on their orgasms. When she remembered how the doctor had started to rub her clit, she did the same and fell headlong into the biggest orgasm of her young life. Her mother watched in amazement as her own daughter started to cum and knew that she wanted to share the experience with her. She brought her other hand to her previously unknown clit and started to rub it. It instantly felt like electricity running through her older body as she came even more violently than her daughter. In and out their finger continued to punish their cunts as they rode together the waves of pleasure that neither of them had ever imagined. When the moaning finally stopped and they both slowly recovered, Mary was the first to open her eyes. She saw that both of them still had their fingers deeply embedded in their throbbing pussies and waited to see what her daughter would do next. Sara opened her eyes to see her mother smiling at her and remembered what the doctor had done next. Slowly withdrawing her fingers, she opened her lips and put her hand to her mouth, sucking her own pussy juices from it. Mary was almost more shocked by this than by anything else that had happened but mutely followed her daughter's lead. She wasn't sure what she was supposed to taste like but she instantly knew that she loved the taste of pussy juice and knew that she would have to taste it again – soon. It seemed like the most natural thing in the world for her to do now but for her daughter it was the most embarrassing thing she could ever have imagined – sitting on her own bed, sucking her fingers of her own juices as she watched her naked mother do exactly the same. "Mother, surely this isn't right? Surely other people would find this wrong?" "No, Sara, it is not wrong. It is the most natural thing for a mother and daughter to share their love and to share their bodies but it is something that must always remain a secret between us. Now shall we share my bed or your's tonight?" Lara Goes Back To School Again Ch. 03 Sara sat once more on the train, only this time she was returning to school after the most bewildering weekend of her entire eighteen years. She had looked to her mother for reassurance that what had happened to her in the school doctor's office was normal and that she shouldn't be worried about it. Her mother, however, seemed to relish the details of her daughter's experience as they had seemed to reawaken the older woman's long lost desire. And now she was on the way back to school not knowing what to expect from her next arranged visit to the doctor. As she relaxed back into her seat she looked across the carriage to see the same man who had been staring at her on her last journey. He was smiling at her, just as he had been then, but his smile unsettled her and made her squirm in her seat. He seemed to be able to look deep into her most secret thoughts but, after this weekend, she couldn't even admit them to herself. After she had shown her mother what the doctor had taught her, the older woman had suggested they go shopping. Sara didn't think she could even walk, her legs were so weak after yet another huge orgasm, but she would have done anything to get her naked mother off her bed and out of her bedroom. So shopping they went. It wasn't a shopping trip like she had ever experienced before. Her mother took her straight to a lingerie boutique and insisted that she choose and try on some new underwear. She explained to Sara that she was a woman now and the big navy knickers that she wore to school were no longer suitable for her beautiful daughter. Sara's face burned with embarrassment as her mother described to the shop assistant exactly what she wanted for her daughter and the young woman quickly gathered a selection of the skimpiest thongs and knickers that Sara had ever seen. She picked up one piece that looked no more than a few strings of material tied together with a tiny piece of cotton to cover her pussy. "You must try that one on, Sara," her mother urged and the shop assistant led the young girl through to the changing area. Sara had never been so embarrassed as her mother and the assistant, a girl of her own age, stood outside the cubicle while she changed. She could hear them talking about her body and how good she would look in the tiny pink thong. Slipping off her jeans, she slid her white knickers down her slender legs and noticed in shock that they were wet again. She couldn't understand how this could have happened. She hadn't touched herself since her mother had left her bedroom and the only emotion she had felt since entering this shop was embarrassment. She hid her wet knickers in the pocket of her jeans and tried on the new thong her mother had suggested. Sara couldn't believe that she could ever wear anything like this. Apart from anything else, the dark curly hair covering her private place, her "pussy", was far too wild to be contained by such a tiny garment. She left it on but stuck her head out from behind the curtain to explain to her mother; seeing the other girl still there, however, she simply muttered something about it not being suitable. "Nonsense, Sara; let me see." And with that her mother pulled back the curtain, exposing her daughter to herself and to the smiling shop assistant. "Oh, I see what you mean. You will have to shave your pussy when we get home but, don't worry, I'll show you how to do that. In fact, we can do it together," she smiled to her daughter and to the shop assistant who was hoping she would get an invitation to the mutual shaving event. "Now turn around and let me see how it fits at the back." Sara's face burned bright red as she tuned around and felt the other two women staring at her gorgeous young bottom. She knew that the back strap of the thong had slipped between her cheeks because she could feel it rubbing her dirtiest hole but she nearly jumped when she felt her mother slide her finger under the strap and pull it out. "It looks great, Sara. Don't you agree, miss?" The young assistant could only nod in agreement, totally mesmerised by the sight of the schoolgirl's beautiful arse. "I have got to have a taste of that," she thought. She had never been attracted to girls before but this young girl was doing things to her pussy that she had never even imagined and that was just from looking. She squeezed her thighs together, hoping that no-one would notice, as she became aware of a very urgent need to touch herself. "Perhaps your daughter would like to try another colour," she suggested helpfully and quickly produced a white thong from the shop display that, if anything, looked even smaller to Sara. The poor girl didn't know where to look or what to do as the other girl knelt in front of her and reached up to lower the pink thong. She practically had to peel it off Sara's wet cunt and smiled to herself as she breathed in the unmistakeable aroma of a young girl's arousal. Mary watched as her daughter silently suffered this new humiliation as the shop assistant slid the pink thong down her smooth legs, and then replaced it with the white one. She wondered if the assistant was paying too much attention to her daughter's private places as she pulled the new thong up then proceeded to run her hands along it to smooth out any unnoticeable creases. Sara squirmed with embarrassment once again but, even worse, she could feel those strange feelings between her legs again. She had already soaked her own knickers as well as the pink thong, which she was sure the other girl had noticed. Now she could feel her juices soaking a third pair and she knew she had to get out of that shop. She looked pleadingly at her mother who finally took mercy on her and turned to the assistant. "Thank you, miss. We'll take both pairs. Sara, you had better keep those ones on as I can't see your own knickers anywhere and you've soaked the first pair." Sara practically ran from the shop as she thought her mother was going to pay the bill, desperate to get back home and hide her shame from the rest of the world. Her mother, however, had other ideas. After a few moments, the young assistant appeared at the door and asked Sara to come back in. She followed the other girl, Sue, back into the shop and back to the changing area. What she saw nearly caused her to turn around and run back out. He mother was posing in front of the full length mirror wearing nothing but a tiny black thong. Sara could see the back strap between her mother's bottom cheeks but only just. Mary turned when she heard the girl's return and smiled to them. "What do you think, Sara? Do you like it?" Sara was lost for words. Her mother was standing there in front of her daughter and a stranger, her large breasts swaying as she moved, her tiny thong barely covering her private place. The summer dress that she had been wearing was hanging on a hook and Sara realised that her mother had not been wearing any underwear, no bra, no knickers, nothing but her linen dress. The woman didn't wait for her daughter's reply but turned once more to the assistant. "Sue, do you think I could try on a pink one? I'd like to have one the same colour as my daughter's." Sue ran back to the pile of knickers she had collected earlier and grabbed the first pink one she could find. Handing it back to the older woman, Mary took it with a smile. "Perhaps you could help me change the same way you helped Sara earlier." Sue was now the one who was smiling as she knelt down in front of her customer, her face inches from the older woman's pussy. As she peeled Mary's thong from her sodden cunt she could smell another woman's arousal for the second time in less than an hour. This time it was too much and, as the black thong slid down Mary's legs, as Sue noticed the damp spot on the small crotch, as Mary rested her hands on the top of Sue's head, the young girl couldn't help but lean forward and kiss the older woman's pussy. Mary sighed with delight while Sara gasped in shock. As her mother pulled the shop assistant's mouth to her eager hole, Sara felt as if she had entered some sort of twilight zone. She was standing in the middle of a shop watching a girl the same age as herself licking her mother's private place – and her mother was loving it. "Oh, God, yes! Don't stop, Sue, don't stop!" Sue had no intention of stopping as she ran her wet tongue along the length of this sexy woman's hairy slit. Running her hands up the backs of Mary's legs, she grabbed her customer's arse and pulled her closer. Mary purred in absolute pleasure as all the years of self denial fell away. She ground her pussy harder against the young girl's tongue and felt Sue's nose rubbing against her ever sensitive clit. When the young girl began to circle her arsehole with one finger, Mary let it all go. "Oh God! Oh God! OH GOD!" she screamed. Sara couldn't take any more of this as she watched her own mother behaving like the worst kind of woman. She saw her forcing Sue's tongue deeper and deeper into her private place and wanted to run away. Only the juices flowing from herself and the weakness in her legs prevented her. "Mother! What are you doing?" she cried. "Enjoying all that this young girl has to offer, Sara," her mother replied when she regained the power of speech. "I think you should let her do the same for you." "What? No! That's disgusting! I can't let another girl kiss me there." "She can do much more than just kiss you, believe me. Now come over here and do as you are told." Sara had never disobeyed her mother in her life but she hesitated now. She was afraid of what her mother wanted her to do and of what Sue obviously wanted to do to her. The shop assistant turned round to face the schoolgirl. Still on her knees, she crawled over to Sara and held the young girl by the hips. "I promise you will like it, Sara" whispered the shop girl, desperate to taste the schoolgirl's juices. She had already had the mother; now she wanted the daughter. As her mother took a few steps to be by her side, Sara saw the other girl's hands reach for the button at the front of her jeans. As she tried in vain to pull Sue's hands away, her mother grabbed her own hands and turned her round to face her. "Now, Sara, you know I would never let anyone hurt you so you must trust me and let Sue take off your jeans." The shop girl was wasting no time and, as mother and daughter struggled with each other, she lowered the zip at the front of Sara's tight jeans and tugged them down over her young hips. Sara gasped aloud when she looked down to see her knickers once more on view and tried to kick at the other girl. Sue just laughed at the schoolgirl's efforts to escape as her jeans were pulled down to her ankles, causing her to stumble. She fell to the floor on her arse and Sue took full advantage by pulling her denims off her feet. Mary could see that she was going to have to restrain her daughter but she convinced herself it was for Sara's own good. She took her daughter by the shoulders and pushed her back so that the young girl was lying prone on the floor. Climbing on top of her, she knelt across her daughter's chest, her knees at either side of Sara's head. The poor girl was struggling with the idea of what her mother wanted her to do, with her mother's hairy private place only inches from her mouth and with the fact that Sue was pulling her tiny knickers down her smooth legs so that her own private place was once again naked. "Please, mother, please don't do this. Please! I don't want this!" "You don't know what you are missing, Sara. Wait until you feel Sue's wet tongue slide along your pussy and then tell me whether you want it or not." "No, mother, I'll never want it. Please let me go. Please get off me." Mary knew that her beloved daughter would never be able to understand what was happening unless she forced her to submit so she turned her head round and nodded her consent to the shop assistant. Sue didn't need to be told twice and she dived between the schoolgirl's legs. Sara's whole body jerked as she felt the woman's tongue lick her young pussy, sliding along her dripping slit, but she wasn't about to give in as easily as her mother had. She kicked with her legs and Sue soon realised that she would need some more help. Following the assistant's instructions, Mary turned round so that her legs were still holding her daughter's shoulders down but her head was now facing Sara's feet and she could hold down the schoolgirl's legs. Sara struggled as much as she could but, once her mother had changed position, she realised she was staring straight at her mother's tightest hole. She couldn't believe her own mother's bum hole was inches from her mouth and she stopped struggling, afraid her face would accidentally touch her mother's big, round bottom. Sue looked Mary straight in the eye and, after a nod from the older woman, she returned to her task. How could she have ever known that coming to work today would lead to her licking out the delicious pussies of a mother and daughter she had never met before? Maybe the daughter was a bit reluctant but that was only because she didn't understand what was happening. Once Sue had worked her magic on the young girl she would be coming back for more, time and again, guaranteed. She lowered her head and brought her tongue to Sara's wet pussy. Not wanting to terrify the schoolgirl any more than she already was, Sue licked her virgin cunt softly, slowly, her wet tongue running delicately over Sara's sensitive lips. "Please, mother, please. I don't want this. Please tell her to leave me alone. Don't let her do this." Looking right into her mother's arse, the poor girl tried to reason with her. She was terrified and confused; she knew that what the shop assistant was doing with her tongue was causing her body to react in the same way it had when the doctor had licked her. She could feel the juices running out of her, dripping down between her bottom cheeks pooling on the floor beneath her. She was so embarrassed to be in this position but, worst of all, every time she opened her eyes she was looking at her mother's bum. Sue continued to lick her just as the doctor had done at school and Sara knew she wouldn't be able to stop her body from behaving in the same way it had then, the same way her mother had earlier. She realised now that when she started to moan, just as she was doing now, her body was about to erupt. When her mother raised her legs and sat back, almost pulling her daughter's bottom off the floor, Sue began to lick down to the schoolgirl's dirtiest hole and Sara knew she could control herself no longer. She knew she wasn't enjoying herself, it was just her body betraying her but Sue continued to devour her dripping pussy and tight arsehole. As Sara began to open up, the shop assistant slid her finger into the young girl's eager cunt. Mary had been the first woman she had ever eaten and now Sara was only the second. She wondered if her own pussy would get this juicy if another woman licked her or whether Sara had inherited that from her mother. She couldn't push her tongue deep enough into Sara's greedy pussy and she didn't want to go too deep with her finger, so she pushed her mouth hard against the young girl and tried to drink as much of her sweet juices as she possibly could. When Sara's moans became more urgent, she moved up to the girl's swollen clit, sucking it between her hot lips and flicking it with her tongue. Sara could hold herself back no longer as her orgasm exploded deep within her and seemed to take over her whole body. Mary struggled to hold on to her daughter's legs but revelled in the sight of the pretty shop girl eating Sara's pussy. She knew she wanted more from Sue but that could wait until they got home. And home is where they had gone, thought Sara. Her face blushing at the memory, she recalled how the three women had hurriedly dressed and left the shop. Sara was amazed that they hadn't been caught but Sue explained she had put up the "CLOSED" sign after Sara had first tried on her new knickers. The shop assistant had spent the whole weekend with them, most of the time in Mary's bed. They had tried to include her in their "games" but Sara had insisted she be left alone. The only thing they had forced her to do was to join them in the bathroom when they had shaved each other's pussies bald. Sara knew she couldn't struggle too much as she didn't want to be cut "down there" but her freshly shaved cunt lips were now pressing against her new thong and she was sure she was getting wet again, here, on the train back to school, with the strange man smiling at her and her appointment with the doctor still to come. ************************************************** While Sara was dreading seeing the doctor again, at that very moment there were two women at the school looking forward to seeing her. Lara and the Headmistress, Beth Lane, had spent most of the weekend reviewing the film that Beth had made of Sara while she was hiding behind the screen in Lara's office. Lara already knew of Mrs Lane's particular fetishes when she was employed by the school. She herself had been spanked across the Headmistress's desk not long before she had taken up her post at the school. Now, however, as she saw Mrs Lane drooling over the recording of young Sara, she thought she might push things a bit further and see how far the stricter older woman was ready to go. Mrs Lane always dressed very conservatively and today was no exception but Lara suspected that beneath the thick tweed skirts and high necked blouses there was a sexy woman waiting to be released. They had decided to do one last edit of the film before they used it to blackmail Sara into becoming their own personal sex toy and had stopped at the part where Lara was kneeling behind the young girl and "examining" her tits. Lara could already feel her pussy moistening as she watched herself on the screen, gliding her hands over Sara's young breasts and pushing her pink bra off as Sara sat facing the hidden camera. She could see that the schoolgirl was trembling but was more interested in the girl's lovely nipples. She knew Sara's breasts weren't as big as her own but, for an eighteen year old girl, they were impressive. Lara dragged her eyes away from the girl on the screen and watched the woman beside her. She could see that Mrs Lane was transfixed even though she had seen this scene many times before and quietly asked the Headmistress if she was enjoying the film. Mrs Lane simply smiled back at her. "She has lovely tits; don't you think so, Lara?" "Yes, she does, Headmistress. They must be just about the biggest ones in her class but we will find that out for sure when we "examine" the other girls. Did you like it when I pulled on her nipples?" she asked innocently. Mrs Lane simply nodded as she watched the scene unfold on the screen. Lara could see her squeezing her thighs together and smiled to herself. Now might be the time to push the older woman. "Would you like to play with her tits, Beth?" Normally Mrs Lane would have rebuked the doctor for her informality but the thought of running her hands over young Sara's round tits and playing with her nipples forced all other thoughts from her mind. All thoughts except her true goal of being able to swirl her wet tongue over Sara's big nipples and suck on her tits. She simply smiled back at the doctor and nodded. "Well, it won't be too long now, Headmistress; Sara will be back today and we can continue her examination before you produce her film. After all, I still have to take her temperature and I think you're going to like that bit." Mrs Lane look quizzically at the doctor but Lara would say no more. They had to finish their editing before Sara came back and then the fun would really begin. Lara Goes Back To School Again Ch. 03 ************************************************** Sara nervously knocked on the doctor's door a few hours later and waited. Lara rushed from behind her desk and ran to open the door. She knew who was waiting for her and she couldn't wait to seduce this beautiful young girl. She had every intention of making it an enjoyable experience for the schoolgirl but, if she didn't do as Lara wanted, then there was always the film. There was always blackmail. She opened the door and smiled warmly at the girl. "Come in, Sara. Please take a seat." Sara sat in front of the desk and waited in trepidation, her hands clasped on her lap. The doctor could see how nervous she was and tried to help her to relax. "How was your weekend, Sara?" She thought this was an innocuous question and was very surprised when the girl's face turned bright red and tears formed in her eyes. "I...I spent the weekend with my mother and her...her new friend," the schoolgirl stammered. "Oh? Did you have a nice time?" Again the question seemed to cause further embarrassment to the girl who hung her head, appeared to deep a deep breath and nodded. "Interesting," thought Lara. "I think this weekend is something I will investigate further but for now, let's get on." "I have asked you back here, Sara, because there are a couple of things we need to do to complete your examination. The first thing I need to do is to take your temperature. Please climb up on to my desk again and lie on your front." Sara had momentarily relaxed when the doctor had mentioned taking her temperature but froze as soon as the older woman asked her to lie on her desk. She looked in question at the doctor but Lara was already looking for something in her desk drawer and Sara realised that the doctor knew what she was doing so, for some reason, she had to get back on to the hard wooden desk. She lay down on her front as instructed and awaited her fate. Lara smiled to herself. She had stood behind the young girl as she had climbed on to the desk, watching as Sara's short school skirt rose up her smooth thighs and revealed her white knickers. The sight of the tiny thong covering the schoolgirl's pussy gave the doctor a lovely thrill in her own cunt and she presumed to herself that this new choice of underwear had something to do with Sara's embarrassment over her time at home. "You are probably not aware of this, Sara, but the most accurate method of checking someone's temperature is with a rectal thermometer." Sara looked round to stare at the strange looking thermometer held in the doctor's hand. She didn't understand what the doctor was talking about until Lara slowly slid the short skirt covering her bottom up her thighs and revealed the white thong wedged between the girl's cheeks. She suddenly realised exactly what the doctor was going to do and tried to get off the desk. "Please, doctor, don't do that. Can't you just put the thermometer in my mouth? Please, doctor, I really don't want you to do that." "Now don't be a baby, Sara. I've told you this is the best way to proceed and it is the way I always examine women so please lie down and relax." "Relax?" thought Sara. "How am I supposed to possibly relax when she is about to stick something up my bum?" She felt her skirt being quickly flipped back this time and, once again, her gorgeous arse was on display. She shuddered and shut her eyes as the doctor slowly rolled down her tiny thong, the thin strip of cotton popping out from between her round cheeks then slowly peeling off her moist pussy. For Sara knew she was wet again and was beginning to realise that any time she felt humiliated her private place seemed to become aroused. Lara couldn't believe her eyes as, leaving the rolled up thong just above the schoolgirl's knees, she gently pulled Sara's legs slightly apart, enough to see just a hint of the girl's newly shaved pussy. "What an interesting weekend you have had, Sara," mused the doctor. "We will certainly need to get to the bottom of this later." But for now Lara was interested only in the damp spot on Sara's inverted thong and on the beautiful sight of her bare arse. She could see that the girl was tense so she put the thermometer down on the desk beside Sara and placed her hands lightly on the schoolgirl's gorgeous cheeks. Even that soft touch was enough to terrify Sara but the doctor knew that she had to help her young patient to relax or she would never gain access to the girl's tight hole. She slowly massaged Sara's bottom until, very gradually, the girl began to release some of her tension and relax her cheeks. "I'm sure you remember, Sara, how I had to make sure your pussy was wet before I examined you last week," she felt the girl tense up again, "well, it's just the same with your arse. I need to make sure your arsehole is wet and open before I insert the thermometer." At that, and before Sara could clench her cheeks tight again, Lara dipped her head and began to lick at the schoolgirl's dirtiest hole. "Please, doctor, please. Don't do that. Not there. Please don't do that there." Lara lifted her head for just a moment to explain. "If you just try to relax, Sara, you will learn to like it. It is the easiest way to make sure your arsehole is ready so just lie down and let me get on with my job." Sara thought that the doctor's voice had changed suddenly and now sounded very stern and reproachful. She knew that she would have to be examined as a woman but she had never imagined that it would be like this, that it would be so embarrassing. Telling herself to grow up she physically tried to calm down and let the doctor do what she had to. It was so humiliating, though, to feel another woman's tongue licking her bottom, even if she was a doctor. Sara squirmed under the expert performance of the older woman and prayed that this would soon be over. Realising that the girl had closed her eyes tight again, Lara beckoned the Headmistress to come out from behind the screen and get a close up shot of the young girl's arsehole. When the doctor stiffened her tongue and inserted it slightly into Sara's virgin hole, the Headmistress nearly groaned out loud and struggled to keep her hands steady as she made sure she got the shot. Handing the thermometer back to Lara, Mrs Lane ensured she recorded every moment of the medical instrument entering Sara's tight hole before she crept back behind the screen. Sara was struggling to hold back her tears, not from pain but from the humiliation of lying there on the doctor's desk, her wet knickers at her knees and a thermometer sticking out of her bottom hole. She thought last week's examination had been bad enough but this was even worse and, worst of all, she knew her pussy was dripping a small pool of juices on to the doctor's desk. Thankfully, the doctor removed the thermometer after a very short time and she helped Sara back off the desk. As the schoolgirl stood, red faced, in front of her desk, trying to quickly pull up her tiny knickers, Lara noticed that her pussy was totally bald in mark contrast to the thick dark hairs that had covered her cunt last week. Sara sat back down on her chair and the doctor retreated to the other side of the desk. Just when Sara thought the worst might be over, the Headmistress appeared from behind the screen looking very angry. The young girl was shocked by the other woman's sudden appearance but what really worried her was the camera the Headmistress held in her hand. Had she been there all along? Had she been taking photos of Sara's humiliating examination? The poor girl was about to find out. "I want you to look at something, Sara, and before you think about telling me any lies just remember that the whole sorry episode is captured on this camera. I am very disappointed in you and I am sure your mother will be too." Sara was petrified now. She had no idea what was on the camera but the idea of her mother being disappointed in her was too much. She nervously turned towards the small screen and prepared herself for the worst. She had no idea just how bad it was about to get. The Headmistress pressed "PLAY" on the camera as she and the doctor sat back to watch the film and watch their young victim's reactions. Sara saw instantly that the recording had taken place here in the doctor's office but she nearly fell off her chair in shock as the camera found her sitting in the same chair she was sitting on now. On screen, however, she looked very different. The recording had obviously been made during her examination last week but there was no sign of the doctor on screen. All she could see was her screen self sitting on the chair with her blouse open and her bra pulled down. Her head was thrown back and her hands were fondling her breasts. Sara gasped as the picture now jumped to another image of herself. She was still in the chair but now her skirt was bunched around her waist, her knickers were nowhere to be seen and her left hand was still playing with her nipples. It was her right hand, however, that Sara was mesmerised by as it made its way down her young body and began to play with her "pussy". She watched as her fingers became more and more insistent as they found their way inside her and she watched as her orgasm washed over her and she covered her own hand with her juices. The young girl was almost in tears as she watched herself but she knew that she was leaving another pool of pussy juice on this chair once again. Lara and Mrs Lane could also feel their knickers getting wet but they had to maintain an air of superiority over the young girl and stood on either side of her, both of them glowering down at her. Sara dragged her eyes away from the small screen and looked up at the two women, totally confused and totally aroused. "Well, Sara, have you any explanation for your behaviour? Is there any excuse for sneaking into the doctor's office and making such a spectacle of yourself? Look at your disgusting conduct. You are acting like a slut, playing with your tits and fucking your cunt with your own fingers. What on earth did you think you were doing?" The poor schoolgirl didn't understand any of this and looked to the doctor to help her out. Lara pretended that she was as shocked as the Headmistress and glared angrily at the young girl. "But I was having my examination," she tried to explain. "I was only doing what the doctor told me to do." "I thought I told you not to lie about this, Sara. What kind of medical examination requires you to act like that? Is the doctor on the screen? No, Sara, she is not and I will not listen to any more of your lies. Go straight to your room and do not speak to any of the other girls; I don't want them to be contaminated by your lies and your wanton behaviour. We will discuss how you are to be punished and how we are going to be able to tell your poor mother about this." Sara ran from the room in tears, her short skirt flapping behind her as she ran. How could the doctor betray her like this? What was going to happen now? How would she ever be able to tell her mother? And why was her pussy still dripping? Lara and the Headmistress watched the young girl go before allowing themselves to smile wickedly. "How long should we give her?" asked Mrs Lane. "I think an hour should be long enough for her to torment herself to such a state that she will do whatever we tell her to. In the meantime, perhaps you would like these as a souvenir?" Lara withdrew from the pocket of her white coat the big navy knickers that Sara had been wearing last week. The Headmistress took them from the doctor gratefully, slowly turning them inside-out to inspect the stains that the schoolgirl had left on the crotch. Lara had not washed them and, when the Headmistress brought them to her nose, the smell of Sara's arousal was strong and intoxicating. She smiled to the doctor. ************************************************** Sara lay on her bed, unable to stop the flow of tears. She felt so humiliated. How could she have got it so wrong? Why was the doctor doing this to her? If only the poor girl knew; the doctor had many more plans for her and her innocent body. She was startled when she heard the door open but, seeing it was Lara and Mrs Lane, she simply cowered on her bed, hoping somehow it would make her disappear and let her escape from this nightmare. The two older women were smiling, however, and Sara dared to hope it had all been some terrible mistake, a joke gone wrong perhaps. Lara sat down on the bed beside the schoolgirl while Mrs Lane also sat on the bed but at Sara's feet. The young girl felt intimidated by the two older women and trembled when Lara put her arms around her shoulders as she tried to comfort her. "There's no need to be afraid, Sara; we're not going to hurt you. In fact, if you do as we ask, we think you are going to be very happy. However," she said seriously, "if you do not obey us then we will have to show the recording to your mother and we would have to expel you from the school. Now you wouldn't want that, would you?" Sara's mind was in a whirl; she didn't know whether to trust these two women or to do everything she could to escape them. She did know, however, that she would do anything to prevent her mother seeing what she had done in the doctor's office and to prevent her being expelled. "I'll do anything you want doctor, just please don't hurt me. Please don't tell my mother." "We're not going to hurt you, Sara. Like I said, if you do as you are told then you will learn to really like what we want you to do. Now just lie back on the bed and I will give you a hug." Sara was petrified but knew she had no choice. She allowed herself to fall back into the doctor's arms, and they lay side by side on the narrow bed. Mrs Lane, meanwhile, didn't say a word, preferring to let the doctor work her magic on the young girl. "Now, Sara, Headmistress is going to lift your skirt up and I don't want you to resist her." Lara felt the schoolgirl's whole body stiffen but indicated to Mrs Lane that she should proceed. Beth Lane had waited a long time for this moment and now she was moments from her prize. She took Sara's school skirt by the hem and slowly slid it up over her trembling thighs. Sara closed her eyes tight and prayed that this would all turn out to be a bad dream and that she would wake up any moment. Lara and Beth smiled to each other as they looked down on the young girl's tiny thong but the Headmistress knew she wanted much, much more. As the doctor held Sara by the shoulders, she smoothed her hand over the front of the white undergarment and heard the girl whimper in trepidation. She knew she had to go slowly as Lara had instructed but she was tormented by being so close to the schoolgirl's pussy and wanting so much to cover it with her mouth and eat the girl until she covered her Headmistress's tongue with her juices. Sliding her hands up Sara's thighs, she reached for the girl's thong and pulled it down slowly to her ankles. Sara couldn't believe this was happening to her but thought if she just let them look at her pussy then they might be satisfied and leave her alone. She tried to hold back her sobs as she felt her new thong being pulled down, rubbing it's way over her bottom and down her slender legs until she knew that her pussy was once more exposed. Her eyes still closed, she felt her legs being gently pulled wide and then felt some movement at the bottom of the bed. She tentatively opened her eyes and then wished she hadn't. She saw her Headmistress's face close to her pussy and it looked as if she was sniffing at her. When Mrs Lane stuck out her tongue and ran it from the bottom to the top of her moist slit, Sara couldn't take any more. "Please, Mrs Lane, please. Don't do that. Please don't lick my private place. Please, Headmistress; I'll do anything else. Please, doctor, please let me go." But she was trapped. Lara held her shoulders even more tightly as the Headmistress climbed between the schoolgirl's legs and held them down. Sara started to sob aloud when she saw Mrs Lane bend forward and bring her tongue back to her dripping pussy. Mrs Lane thought she was in heaven. It had been too long since she had tasted a young girl's juices and she intended to savour every drop and every moment. Almost lying on the bed now, she wrapped her arms around Sara's outstretched thighs and buried her tongue in the schoolgirl's cunt. With the greatest of effort, she stopped just for a moment to enjoy the beautiful sight before her as she marvelled at Sara's newly shaved cunt. She was amazed at how wet the girl was but now was no time for thinking; now was only for licking and sucking. Lara realised that she didn't have to hold Sara just as tightly for, although the schoolgirl was now writhing under the Headmistress's wet tongue, she was no longer trying to escape. The doctor realised that she loved the noises Sara made when she was close to cumming and encouraged Mrs Lane to continue. The other woman needed no encouragement for nothing could have pulled her away from Sara's soaking pussy at that moment. The girl's whole body was rising off the bed as Beth struggled to keep her tongue in the girl's cunt but when she moved up and sucked on Sara's throbbing clit, she thought the schoolgirl was going to explode. Sara felt as if that was exactly what had happened to her as these new sensations (which she realised had nothing to do with medical examinations) washed over her body and left her lying as weak as a rag doll in the doctor's arms. "Very good, Sara. Not it is your time for you to return the favour." "What do you mean?" the girl asked nervously. "Your Headmistress has given you a wonderful orgasm; don't you think you should do the same for her?" And for me, thought Lara; but that would come later. "I don't know how?" explained the worried girl. "Sure you do; just do to Mrs Lane what she did to you." "You want me to lick the Headmistress's private place? No, please, I could never do that. I'm a good girl. Please don't make me." "Good girls don't sneak into my office and play with their young bodies in front of my desk. This is your last chance, Sara, do what you are told or we will all go to your mother's house right now and explain the whole sorry incident to her. How will she feel when she knows her daughter is a slut and has been expelled from school?" Sara wasn't sure her newly aroused mother would worry about her daughter being a slut but she would worry about her being expelled. Feeling trapped, she got up off the bed and prepared to do something she had never even dreamed in her wildest nightmares – she was about to lick the Headmistress's private place, she was about to run her tongue along Mrs Lane's wet slit and give her an orgasm. The poor girl shuddered at the thought. "Now," Lara said. "Take off your clothes and lay them on your bed edge in a tidy manner as you have been taught." "Do I have to?" stammered the schoolgirl. "Do I have to be naked? Please let me keep my clothes on." "I think it's a bit late to be modest, Sara. We have both seen your naked tits and pussy on the film and now Mrs Lane has licked your naked cunt so take your clothes off." Sara heard the change of tone in the doctor's voice and tried to hold back her sobs. She couldn't believe she was going to strip naked in front of these two powerful women. Tears ran down her cheeks as her fingers fumbled with the buttons on her blouse. As the buttons were slowly released and Sara's breasts were exposed in her white bra, the two older women stared at her with a ravenous hunger in their eyes. Taking another deep breath, her face a deep red colour, she pulled her blouse from her skirt, she slipped it off her shoulders and placed it on her bed as instructed. Closing her eyes so that she didn't have to look at the two women who were staring at her young tits, she reached behind, undid the clasp of her bra then removed it too. Lara Goes Back To School Again Ch. 03 Hardly able to believe that she was being forced to do this, she reached behind herself again and unfastened the button on the waistband of her tight, school skirt. She lowered the zip, wiggled her hips a little as she pulled it down and revealed her naked pussy to the doctor and her Headmistress "Beautiful," Mrs Lane said to Lara. Lara agreed but didn't want to take her eyes from Sara's sexy body as the young girl stood there in front of them. Mrs Lane took Sara's place on the bed but sat on the edge of it. "Kneel down, Sara, and take my knickers off." Sara knew that her position was hopeless but she couldn't believe she was going to have to put her hands up the Headmistress's long tweed skirt. Kneeling down as commanded she looked up at Mrs Lane's smiling face and then saw Lara joining the Headmistress on the bed, her bed, where she had only ever dreamed of pop stars and boys in the nearby village. Now she was being stared at by two older women and she was about to put her hands up the older one's skirt. "I can't do this. Please don't make me. I'll do anything else, Headmistress. Please don't make me take off your knickers." Finally losing patience with the girl, the Headmistress grabbed her by the wrists and forced her hands up her skirt while Lara took out her phone and began to make a call. "Hello, Could I speak to Sara's mother, please? Yes, I'll hold." Sara knew she was defeated and simply nodded to the doctor before hanging her head in shame, realising that her hands were slowly moving under the Headmistress's skirt. She reached Mrs Lane's knickers, took them by the waistband and pulled them down. They were large, navy ones like a bigger version of the same ones the schoolgirls were forced to wear. Sara could see that there was a damp spot on the crotch and she could smell a musky smell she had never known before. Lara hung up the phone as Mrs Lane leaned back on her arms, pulled up her skirt and spread her legs as wide as possible. Her thighs were fat and her pussy was covered in thick, curly hairs, just like Sara's had been before her mother had shaved it at the weekend. "Now, Sara, it is time to see if you have learned your lesson well." Steeling herself, forcing herself to do this, she leaned closer to Mrs Lane's pussy and, for the first time ever, touched another woman. She could see that Headmistress was already wet and wondered if she could get away with only using her fingers. She parted the woman's lips with her fingers and traced another along her wet slit. Sara slid her finger up and down the Headmistress's pussy and easily found her throbbing clit. Trying to think of everything she had unwillingly learned over the last couple of days, she ran her finger in a circle around the older woman's button and was rewarded by hearing her captor's breathing quickening. Lara could see what the schoolgirl was trying to do and intervened. She leaned forward and slapped Sara's fingers away, resulting in a frustrated groan from the Headmistress; but she was soon purring again when Lara pushed the girl's head forward and ordered her to use her tongue. Sara's fingers were already covered in Mrs Lane's juices and she dreaded the thought of her tongue being put to the same use. She realised, however, she had no choice; if she was ever to escape from these two horrible women then she would have to do this. Looking up at her two captors, she tried one last time. "I've never done anything like this before," she whimpered. "Please don't make me." The two other women responded by pushing the girl's head deeper between Mrs Lane's thighs and commanded her to continue. "Well, this is the time for you to learn, Sara. Now do it. Lick Mrs Lane's pussy! Lick her clit." Sara was humiliated by her position and embarrassed at the doctor's words but she tried to tell herself that she had to do this. The only thing she couldn't reconcile herself to was the fact that her submission was having such an effect on her? Her nipples were throbbing, dying to be touched, and she could feel juices running down her smooth thighs. Dreading that the two other women would notice, she tried to finish her torment as quickly as possible. She started to use her tongue and her fingers, praying that she was doing it right. "That's better, Sara; now you're doing it. Fuck the Headmistress. Fuck the Headmistress with your fingers and tongue." Lara's words were designed to encourage the schoolgirl but they were also making her own pussy tingle. Suddenly she realised that she wanted to be touched as much as she was touching Mrs Lane. "No!" she told herself. "That's wrong. It's wicked. I don't want to be like these women." Her mind was saying one thing but her pussy was saying another. As the Headmistress squirmed under Sara's tongue and fingers, she wanted more. "More, Sara, put another finger in. More." Sara did as she was told and was rewarded by a deeper moan from Mrs Lane, almost a growl. She dared to look along the older woman's body and, seeing her face contorted, began to slow down. "Don't stop, Sara. Don't stop. That is so good. So good." When Lara bent over and began to lap at the Headmistress's clit at the same time as the schoolgirl, Sara felt the older woman's pussy spasm around her fingers. She felt her fingers were trapped inside the older woman as she jerked off the bed, crying out in pleasure and lust. Her whole body trembled at the first orgasm she had had on another woman's fingers for a long, long time. As the Headmistress finally relaxed and Sara was able to remove her fingers, she looked to Lara, hoping to be released from her tormentors. Lara simply smiled. "I wonder what you could do for me." Lara Goes Back to School Lara felt the other woman slide two fingers along her pussy and pulled them back soaking wet, holding them the younger woman's nose and then to her own. Lara couldn't believe she was being treated like this, like a slut. She knew she was a good wife and mother and had never been unfaithful to her husband but she also knew, in her heart of hearts, that she had wanted to be naked with those girls in the changing room and had wanted to do all the things to young Maria that the Headmistress had accused her of. "What a slut!" she shouted. "Not only did you get wet when you were looking at my girls but now you are getting even more wet as I spank you. Well if that is what turns you on then I will have to punish you some other way. Stay where you are" Lara had no intention of moving, even though she knew her red bottom was still bare and would be seen immediately by anyone coming into the room. She was so ashamed to be in this position but she was even more shamed to admit that the Headmistress was right. She knew her pussy was wet but it wasn't her fault; there was nothing she could to stop it getting like this. She had never thought that she would be aroused by being spanked but that was exactly what had happened. It didn't matter if she wanted to or not; her pussy had a mind of its own and she could feel her juices leaking down her thigh. The Headmistress came back from her desk with something in her hand which Lara didn't see and stood between the young mother's outstretched legs, looking down on her punished arse. She got down on her knees behind Lara and slid her purple vibrator over the young mother's upturned rear, rubbing it into her crack. She pulled Lara back against her and the younger woman could feel the tip of her wet tongue rubbing against her pussy. She ran her smooth tongue all the way along Lara's expectant slit, tasting the young mother while Lara sobbed at the humiliation of being licked by another woman. The Headmistress withdrew her tongue and replaced it with her vibrator, sliding it in and out of Lara's cunt, getting it wet with her slippery juices, before placing it at the entrance to her tightest hole. "OH NO" Lara cried, trying to get away once more but there was nowhere to go. The Headmistress let it buzz against Lara's arsehole then slowly pushed the tip inside her. She leaned over the young mother and whispered in her ear. "I said I was going to punish you and that is exactly what I am going to do." Lara had never been used in this way. Her husband had never shown any interest in anal sex and this was the first time she had ever felt something up there. The Headmistress pumped faster, and then reached around to slide a finger over Lara's clit and Lara knew her orgasm wouldn't be far away. She didn't want this to happen but after all that had happened to her today she knew her pussy was ready to explode. As the Headmistress rubbed Lara's rigid little button, she pushed the vibrator deeper into her arse and turned it to a higher setting. Lara's whole body shook as her orgasm overtook her. She felt her pussy contracting around nothing and her juices flowing like never before. The Headmistress rubbed and rubbed until Lara's body finally stopped trembling. Now it was only her sobs which caused her body to shake. Leaving the vibrator still up the younger woman's arse, the Headmistress knelt down once more between her captive's thighs and cleaned her up. "Now I have shown you how we deal with sluts at this school, we will go and teach Maria the same lesson." Chapter 2 When the Headmistress and another woman walked into the detention room Maria sat bolt upright and awaited her fate. She had never been in trouble before but she had heard her classmates talk about what went on in Detention and she was petrified. She had heard tales of the Headmistress spanking some girls and doing even worse things to them that she just couldn't believe. She had always been a good girl and just because she didn't like the school's navy knickers and had been wearing her own tiny ones for the last year didn't make her a slut. She had decided she was going to tell the Headmistress this but when the fierce woman strode into the room and slammed the door behind her, Maria's nerve left her and she sat as quiet as a mouse, her head bowed low. Lara knew that pose very well. It was one she used to adopt at school too, hoping no-one would notice her. It was the same when she went home to her strict aunt and uncle. It was the same now when her husband came home and she knew he expected her to be as submissive as she had been all her life. The only thing she didn't know was what was expected of her now. She had taken her punishment for lusting after the schoolgirls from the Headmistress and she had suffered the indignity of having a vibrator stuck up her bottom and made to cum on the office desk. Surely she should be allowed to go home now, especially as the Headmistress had kept her thong and Lara was very aware of her nakedness under the thin dress? The Headmistress stood in front of Maria' desk, towering over her and trying hard not to smile in anticipation of the fun she was going to have with this girl and with Lara, again. "Stand up, Maria." The frightened girl jumped to her feet, knocking down her chair in the process. She could feel her heart pumping in her chest and, at the same time, her private place moistening inexplicably. "What we saw you wearing in the changing room today was not regulation school wear, was it Maria?" "No, miss," mumbled the young girl. She had just turned eighteen and had thought she would leave school without ever having to present herself in the Detention room. Yet, here she was and there was another woman here too with the Headmistress. Was she going to punish her too? Maria didn't think so as the other woman seemed to be looking at her encouragingly. She was very beautiful, thought Maria, with thick dark hair, pretty face and wonderful breasts. Maria wondered why that last thought had entered her mind; she was not in the habit of staring at other women's breasts but this stranger looked so feminine in her short summer dress. Maria couldn't help compare her own tiny breasts to this unknown woman's as she did with every other girl in her class. "And are you still wearing them?" "Yes, miss." "That is just scandalous, Maria. It is time you were punished for your disobedience and your disgusting underwear. If you are going to dress like a slut then you are going to be treated like a slut. Bend over your desk." Maria trembled but did as she was told, resting her forearms on the low desk. She didn't want to be spanked and she really didn't think she deserved to be; but worst of all, she knew that when the Headmistress and the other woman moved behind her they would be able to see her school skirt rising up her young thighs. She didn't have to worry about that for very long as the Headmistress had other commands for her. The dictatorial woman ordered the schoolgirl to open the buttons of her blouse and instructed her to pull her skirt up to her hips. Maria was sobbing as she did so; she felt so humiliated showing her bottom to these two women. Why did she have to open her blouse too? Her tiny breasts had always embarrasses Maria as every other girl in her class had much bigger ones; it was if the Headmistress knew exactly how to maximise her humiliation. The older woman ignored Maria's protests as she slowly slid the girl's skirt higher. Then she leaned over her pupil and tugged her white bra down, revealing the tiny breasts within. "Slide your knickers down, Maria; I won't have even such a small pair in my way." Lara felt the young girl's shame as she was forced to participate in her own punishment and her own humiliation. She is forced to wiggle her sexy arse as she pulls the small piece of cotton down to her thighs. The Headmistress, meanwhile, slid her hand over the girl's thighs, not touching her bottom but inviting Lara to stroke Maria's silky, smooth skin. The young mother touched another girl for the first time and, reluctantly, admitted to herself that she liked it. Her face reddened in the knowledge that the Headmistress was watching her intently while she moved her hand over the girl's bottom causing Maria to squirm beneath her. "You will not move, Maria. Do you understand?" asks the Headmistress, firmly. "Yes, miss," she whispered in reply, waiting for what was to come, waiting for the first strike of the first spanking of her young life. The feel of the unknown woman's hand was pleasant but she gasped with surprise as the Headmistress slapped her strong hand down, hard, stinging her pupil's cheeks. She instinctively tried to cover her bottom and moved her hand round to protect herself. The older woman, however, struck her again, harder this time, and instructed Lara to hold the girl's wrists up her back. Lara didn't want to become involved but knew she didn't dare disobey the Headmistress in case her punishment began again. "Do I have to tie your hands, Maria?" she asked squeezing the girl's bottom, enjoying the feel of the firm buttocks in her hands. "No, miss" the girl whimpered, trying to stay perfectly still even though her whole body was screaming at her to escape. The Headmistress teased the young schoolgirl, gliding her fingertips over her upturned bottom then, almost gently, spanking her on both cheeks. Just as the girl began to think she was over the worst of it and dared to relax a little, the Headmistress's hand comes down hard and fast. Slap! Slap! Slap! Maria cried out and tried to escape the wrath of the older woman but, with Lara reluctantly holding her arms behind her back, there was nowhere for her to go. The vicious hand rained down again and again, slapping harder and harder with each stinging blow until its print completely covered the girl's poor bottom. Lara tried to look away but was drawn to the poor girl's punished cheeks and wondered if her own looked the same. Again she tried to think of some excuse to offer her husband that night. She also started to think about how her pussy had reacted to her own spanking and wondered if the girl was enduring the same sweet torture. The Headmistress was obviously thinking the same thing as she stopped her spanking and knelt down to inspect the girl's private place. The old woman could see that Maria's pussy was enjoying her spanking, just like Lara's had. She could see the tiny puddle of juice on the girl's lips and the girl herself cried when she realised what her Headmistress was looking at "Are you going to be a good girl now, Maria?" "Yes, miss, I promise." "And will you wear the correct under garments from now on?" Poor Maria hesitated for just a second as she hated the idea of wearing the school's big navy knickers but that was a second too long for the older woman. The Headmistress, enraged by the idea of one of her pupils wearing slutty knickers as much as by the fact that her spanking had had little effect, decided to take things further. "Lara, give me her hands while you take my place." Lara handed over the young girl's wrists to the angry woman but wasn't sure what was being asked of her as she knelt between the pupil's legs, her face only inches from the girl's dripping pussy. Looking questioningly at the Headmistress, Lara just knelt there, very aware of the aroma of the girls' arousal. "Just do to her what I did to you earlier, Lara" instructed the Headmistress. The young mother couldn't believe what she was hearing. Did she really expect Lara to use her tongue on the girl's wet pussy? "Unless you want me to call your husband?" questioned the Headmistress. Lara had never even seen another woman's pussy before, not before today, and now she was being forced to lick this eighteen year old and she knew the fierce woman standing above them wouldn't be satisfied until she had made Maria cum. Lustful thoughts may have been rampaging through Lara's mind all day but could she really do this? Could she stick out her tongue and give this young girl possibly the first orgasm of her life? She looked up again at the Headmistress and realised she had no choice. Maria felt Lara's wet tongue slide and probe between her inner lips, slick with her own juices. As she got more and more wet she felt the stranger's fingers opening her up, stretching her cunt wide, as her tongue, continued to feed on her pussy. When Lara reached under her and started to gently tickle her clit, Maria knew she was going to cum. She had managed to do it once before with her older sister but it felt even more intense this time as her Headmistress held her captive and an unknown woman lapped at her pussy in the middle of a classroom. Keeping one finger on the schoolgirl's clit, Lara used her other hand to probe ever deeper into the young girl. She inserted one, then two, moving them in and out slowly, then hooking them up to massage Maria's untouched g-spot. When she did that, Maria was lost. She spread her legs wider and pushed back onto Lara's fingers, never wanting her to stop. Lara was amazed at how the young girl had quickly got over her embarrassment and now found the only one who was embarrassed was herself as she continued to plunge deeper and deeper into the pupil's cunt. Maria was moaning now in total abandonment and lust. "When you cum, Maria, we will let you go." Both Maria and Lara had almost forgotten about the Headmistress, so intent were they in bringing the younger girl to orgasm. In fact, the Headmistress had already released her pupil's hands and now, out of sight of the young girl, she produced the same vibrator she had used to fuck Lara's arse. The young mother stared at it in horror remembering the pain she had felt not so long ago. She wasn't sure her bottom hole had closed properly yet but she was too terrified of the older woman to stop bringing Maria closer and closer to her orgasm. "Oh, God!" screamed the young girl as Lara made another woman cum for the first time in her life. "Oh God! Oh God! OH GOD!" Maria felt nothing but pure lust as she pushed her body back to meet Lara's invading fingers, her whole body shaking and trembling in orgasm. Lara felt the girl's pussy walls contract around her fingers and watched in horror as the Headmistress lined up the purple vibrator with the unsuspecting girl's bottom hole. "Get her hole ready, Lara." There was no doubt what the Headmistress had in mind and Lara was disgusted to realise that she was about to lick the girl's tight, dirty hole. She knew that if she didn't the girl would be in excruciating pain; she also knew that if she didn't the Headmistress would call her husband without a second thought. Kneeling up she brought her tongue to Maria's arsehole and, tentatively, touched the schoolgirl where she had never been touched before. Maria was still coming down from her orgasm when she felt another new sensation. At first she couldn't believe that it was what it felt like but when she looked around she could see Lara's pretty face buried deep within her cheeks. She was just about to protest when Lara leaned back and Mara suddenly had something much worse than a woman's soft tongue to worry about. She felt the Headmistress press down on her back with one hand while pressing something else, something hard, against her bottom. In an instant Maria felt pain like she had never felt before as the hard vibrator burst through her anal ring and started to go deeper and deeper into her. Lara wanted to help the young girl to survive this assault on her tightest hole so, even though she was supposed to be holding the schoolgirl's cheeks apart, she reached down and began to rub her saturated pussy again. The young mother had realised that she had actually enjoyed the taste of Maria's arse and now wanted to give her something back. As the vibrator was turned up to a higher level by the merciless Headmistress, Lara replaced her fingers with her tongue, eager to drink Maria's juices for one last time. Maria, having recovered from her first anal insertion was now trying to cope with the feelings coming from her pussy and her arse together. She could feel another orgasm building deep within her once again and, even though she couldn't believe her Headmistress was fucking her bum, she knew she was going to cum like she never had before. And she did. Her young body convulsed against her wooden desk as the two older women worked on her two stretched holes. Lara saw it as an act of kindness to deliver the girl's orgasm to help her through this ordeal. The Headmistress saw it as an act of lust. When Maria finally calmed down, Lara helped her off the desk and got her clothes back in to order. They were just about to leave when the Headmistress fired her parting shot. "I'll see you both in my office tomorrow at nine o'clock sharp. You two have had your fun today; tomorrow is my turn."