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School Trip

By: sally_ja_hawkins



It had been an exhausting, muddy but rewarding day out in the woods with the children. An orienteering exercise, teaching them how to read maps and identify landmarks. They'd seemed to enjoy it, but keeping thirty noisy, boisterous and often emotional twelve year olds under control really takes it out of you after a while.

My name is Jenny and I'm a secondary school teacher, and we were all away for the obligatory annual residential trip - a week in the Brecon Beacons. Some of the older staff moan about having to go, but at twenty seven I'm still young and idealistic enough to get into the spirit of things and enjoy watching the kids learn new experiences. But after seven gruelling hours getting bitten, scratched, wet and filthy in the forest, both my colleague Becky and I couldn't wait to get back to base and the room we were sharing. Especially since we were off the rota this evening and could have a few hours to ourselves.

I teach geography and Becky, who's a year younger than me, teaches French. She's been at the school for only a year, and as this was her first away trip, she was finding the hardships harder to cope with, as she hinted when we finally trudged up to our room and downed our compasses, binoculars and other paraphenalia.

"Thank God that's over," she sighed. "I can't wait to get out of these smelly clothes and into the shower."

"Me too," I smiled.

Becky sank onto her bed in relief, while I undressed and made straight for the bathroom, revelling in the warm refreshing water of the shower as it soothed and invigorated my aching body. As I towelled off afterwards, Becky came through the door.

"Mind if I go straight in while you dry off - I can't wait any longer to get clean."

"You go right ahead, love."

I moisturised and scrubbed my face while she washed. As I was leaning over the basin still in the nude, brushing my teeth, I heard the shower turn off and Becky get out of the bathtub. I didn't hear her come up to me, but then I squealed in surprise and delight as I felt her gently push her finger into my anus.

"Ooh! You naughty girl!" I shrieked.

Becky twisted her finger inside my arsehole, then slid it deeper into me, listening to me moan softly in pleasure.

"Give me a kiss, Jenny," she said, as she removed her finger, and I turned around and took her in my arms. She was still sopping from the shower, her body glistening and her beautiful pubic hair damp and splayed across her thighs. I held her tightly against me, feeling her huge breasts press into my own, wetting me, and our mouths found each other for a long, deep, kiss.

We'd been looking forward to this all day. I caressed her lovingly as our tongues probed and writhed, tasting each other, and then feeling Becky's tongue glide in and out of my lips.

"I'd better dry myself again - and you!" I giggled, and then wrapped her in a fluffy pink towel, patting her down. She took my hand, and pulled me out of the bathroom, before jumping on to her bed and parting her legs wide. I took a moment to savour her gloriously feminine nakedness - the erectness of her rosy nipples, the dark forest of hair between her legs - before mounting her and sliding my pussy up to meet hers. There was no time for foreplay; we just needed to fuck. I revelled in the feeling of Becky's nude body enveloping mine, the softness of her delicate skin, the sensation of nipple against nipple, and the pressure of her feet on my buttocks as she pushed my cunt further into her own.

This was our delicious, wonderful secret - the hidden world that we, two young women teachers at Woodfield High, retreated into when no one could see. Whom of the other teachers or the parents of our pupils would have guessed that at that very moment Miss Simpson was lovingly sliding her erect clitoris into Miss Johnson's waiting vagina? Who would have pictured our pubic hair mingling and matting stickily in each other's wetness? Or imagined that, back in our room after a day's teaching that, rather than swap gossip or mark homework, Miss Simpson's taut, naked, buttocks were passionately pumping away between Miss Johnson's splayed thighs, as each woman gave the other her sex, and her love?

I gazed into my darling's eyes, and I could tell that she was there, and so was I. My lips met Becky's, and while my hips bucked and her body shook, I watched her pretty face dissolve into orgasm. She cupped my face tenderly in hers as the joy and relief of a longed-for climax flooded through me, every part of me. I could tell she was struggling not to scream out loud, so intensely was she coming herself.

We lay still for a few moments afterwards, my clitoris still touching Becky's.

"I love you Jen."

"I love you too, Becks," I replied. "So much." I rolled off her and then in to her tender embrace, enjoying the afterglow and exchanging soft, exhausted, kisses.

We were still very confident we'd kept our relationship secret since we got together five months before. We had to, for even in the relatively progressive environment of education, two teachers having a gay romance in public is not really on. How on earth would the head pacify bewildered or disgusted parents - and what the pupils would make of it isn't worth thinking about. And I don't just mean the chitter chatter. We're both quite attractive in conventional female terms, and we teach dozens of pubescent males, and I hope it doesn't sound vain to say that many of them must inevitably fancy us. They're clearly fascinated by Becky's heaving bosom, and can't help but gawp at it brazenly. And that's without them knowing that we sleep together. I just couldn't bear the thought of all those smelly boys masturbating over the thought of my girlfriend and I in bed.

I've never disclosed my sexuality at work. I've been out to friends and family since I was nineteen, but I'd rather be discreet at school. It's not really a very interesting subject, and frankly no one's business. But Becky is openly lesbian among colleagues, which made it much easier for me to seduce her. I fancied her from the very first moment I saw her - transfixed by her gorgeous eyes, her lustrous dark hair, and of course those wonderful tits. We'd become friends the term after she arrived, and after a few weeks of awkward flirting, and her surprise at finding another young lesbian teacher at her school, after one drunken night at the pub it finally happened back at her flat afterwards. I'll never forget that first delicious snog.

Her grip tightened round me as we lay there. "Not much room for both of us here," I giggled. "I don't think I've had sex in a single bed since I was at college!" Becky laughed and snuffled her face into my bosom, sniffing me.

"Mmm...Jenny, you always smell so good when you've just come," she said. "Your whole body smells of your orgasm."

I pulled her face towards me so we could share a long French kiss, and our hands began to roam across each other's bodies, caressing and loving. I squeezed and stroked her soft buttocks, before bringing my hands up to hold her boobs, enjoying how full and heavy they were, until I could no longer resist the sight of her nipples, and lowered my head to take her left breast deeply into my mouth. I suckled her, like a baby with a mother, just the way I always adore to with my lovers. My tongue tasted and washed her nipple, appreciating its granular texture, the nipple turning me on by the way it grew and stiffened between my lips. I was wet for Becky again, already.

Instinctively, wordlessly, we span round so she was on top of me, her face between my legs, and mine between hers. "Oh baby...mmm", I murmured. Becky has this little quirk that she loves to lick my pubic hair, and I felt her wet tongue raking gorgeously through my bush. At my end I savoured the glory of her musky, open sex, just inches from me, drinking her arousal in through my nose. I smelled her cunt, smelled her lust for me, for us. Oh Becky.

I pictured how sensuous we must have looked together: two women locked in the ultimate and most intimate embrace, each one's mouth clamped tenderly around the other's sex. Becky's tongue deep in my vagina, probing, patient and loving - my feeling it dance and thrust around inside me. My lips enveloping her large clitoris, tasting her, my mouth awash with her. Feeling so connected to each other, feeling so utterly and passionately in love.

My orgasm was sweet and pure, so intense and total it made my nipples tingle. Becky came triumphantly in my mouth - I pulled back to watch the jets of her come spray endlessly from her vagina, flooding my face. I so love to watch her come like that, so see and feel her orgasm literally wash over me.

We cuddled again afterwards, just kissing and stroking. Exchanging sweet nothings.

"I need a cigarette," I told her, eventually. "It's still early - shall we drive down to that pub in the village and get some dinner? I'm hungry too."

Becky had started fondling my breasts, reaching over to suck on my left nipple. Her right hand had returned to my bottom, sliding a finger in as she had before in the bathroom. She wanted to play some more.

"Let's stay here a bit longer, baby," she said. "No hurry." She went back to my nipple.

"No - let's go out for a bit. Get some fresh air."

With an air of unfinished business, we got dressed and made our way outside and into Becky's car, and headed down to the little pub, called the Rose and Crown. I ordered goats cheese, and Becky the scampi, and we got ourselves a glass of wine each.

Becky drew deeply on her cigarette and exhaled contentedly through her nose. I watched the smoke flow slowly from her nostrils, forming ribbons as they drifted down, in that way of hers I always find strangely sexy. We chatted about this and that, and about the next day's activities, and then...and then just something about what had happened between us that evening, and how she looked, and how I felt, made me say something I hadn't expected to.

"Becks - can I ask you something?"

She looked serious for a moment. "Sure, babe."

"How do you feel about...well shall we...why don't we...why don't we move in together?"

Becky looked stunned; I felt momentarily panicked.

"Well?"

"I...I don't know what to say," she stuttered.

"Well...will you?"

"Jenny...oh of course I will. Of course I will! Oh you darling."

"I was worried for a minute then!"

"It's the thing I most want in the whole world. Oh Jen, I love you so much."

And then the locals of the Rose and Crown were treated to the unexpected sight of two respectable looking women in their mid-twenties snogging passionately in the middle of the pub. 

"But what about work?", she asked. "We would have to tell everyone, really."

"I was thinking...I will take that job in Chiswick after all. Start next term. Then we can be together properly, in public, like grown ups. And be together and sleep together every single night."

We ordered a small glass each of fizzy wine to celebrate. As she drained her glass, Becky said.

"Darling, let's go back now." She took my hand in hers and ran a finger over my palm. "Take me back and make love to me again."

"Of course. Let's go."

"And baby...," Becky continued. "Make it special." And she gave me that look that could only mean one thing.

We drove back and went up to the room. "Blimey!", exclaimed Becky, as she went inside, wrinkling her nose. "It wouldn't take much imagination to work out what we've been up. You can really smell us in here." And then sotto voce, naughtily. "It smells of our come."

I breathed in, smelling our love. Smelling us.

Our hearts were beating fast as I undid Becky's bra and felt a shiver of excitement as her sexy breasts spilled out, the nipples already erect. I slid her knickers off too, noticing how her pubic hair was still matted and wet from her earlier orgasms. Becky stripped me seductively, running a hand through my bush and kissing my nipples again, before kneeling on my bed and bending down. 

We both knew, without saying, exactly what we were now going to do. I came close to her, and she reached behind her to part her buttocks, and I gazed with utter lust at the sight of Becky's beautiful, puckered anus. Her hidden, favourite entrance, so small and innocent looking, but the gateway to so much of the pleasure we'd experienced together. I couldn't take my eyes off it. How I wished to goodness I'd had the foresight to take a strap-on with us.

Becky stifled a loud moan as she felt my tongue begin to gently lick her arsehole. I kissed it lovingly, lingeringly, as if it were a mouth. Just as I'd hoped, because she'd already come twice it was nice and loose, and I pushed inside, feeling her muscle relax to let me in. I pushed in, and out, in and out, caressing her shaking body as she revelled in the sensation. There was no need to touch her anywhere else. Becky says there is just no feeling like having my tongue up her arse. I've never known a woman who loves it quite as much as her.

She orgasmed so powerfully, so triumphantly, it almost broke my heart, just witnessing the sheer joy she experienced, and feeling her anus contract around my tongue with each spasm of the climax. We lay back in bed, ready for sleep, and wishing we could smoke in our room. I should have known though that Becky wasn't quite finished, and while we were smooching and kissing I finally gave in to her probing hand, and opened my legs enough for to her slide two fingers up my bum. She soothed me and encouraged me as I came. "That's it...oh good girl...come for me...oh good girl!", stroking me with one hand while the other was inside me.

Finally, we were spent. 

"Good night baby...I love you," I whispered.

"Love you forever. Let's make love forever."

And, our hearts full of love, and in each other's arms, we drifted off into a deep sleep. 

School Trip of Control Pt. 01



Author's Note: Thanks for reading my piece! Please comment or write me if you can. And for any fans of my other series don't worry, chapters 4 and 5 will be here soon!

All characters are 18 or older!

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Part 1:

I'm holding myself as I walk back to my dorms, absolutely exhausted. I don't want to go back, but there's nowhere else to go. Or is that just what I'm telling myself? 

I should explain, but there's so much to say...I'll try to make this as coherent as possible. It's Monday morning now, but It all started Friday.

I awoke on Friday, an overall normal seeming day in the middle of April, in my dorm room at Pecan Lock's Girl's School. It's a very top notch(meaning expensive) boarding school in the middle of nowhere, Colorado. Girls from all over the world attend.

You would think that this would make all us stuck up and preppy, but something's different here. It's probably because most of the girl's lives have been like mine. One of their parents is very well off and knocked up/got knocked up by some random person on their travels, and we're the end result, dumped off in boarding schools. For me it was my Iranian father, an upper level dignitary, and some Spanish waitress. The resulting mixture were somewhat Arabian features with Spanish bronzed skin.

As a result many of the girls at Pecan's are "halfies" like me. And, in most cases, it results beautifully.

There are only 70 of us in a grade and, as the senior class, we've had basically the same group moving up every year for a while, ever since 6th grade. We're all very tight knit. No one is especially popular or ridiculed. Sure everyone has their main circle of friends and are just more of casual friends with others, but you'd be hard pressed to find one of us who can't call the rest of us by name.

On this particular Friday I was very excited, well more so than usual, because it was the day of the senior class' annual student vote trip. It's the senior-only trip in which students get to vote on where we go. 

We voted to go to Strawberry Springs. It's a sort of hybrid between a retreat and spa. The only problem with the trip was the destination was far away, and traveling by bus the whole way would be a significant waste of time. So the school decided instead that they would let us take the train the whole way if we agreed to get up early on Friday to take some of our classes. It's a very flexible place.

The excitement is probably what managed to get me going at 4:30 in the morning. After my alarm rang I sprang out of bed and threw a pillow at Rain to wake her up.

Rain is my roommate and best friend. Her situation is very similar to mine. She's a halfie with a Palestinian mother and a well-to-do Nigerian father. Her skin is a very soft milk chocolaty type. Not very dark, but still distinguishable as black. Her real name is technically Rianne Oni but we just call her Rain almost all the time. We're the closest things we have to siblings, except for her half sister Sindy, but we'll get to her later.

Rain just groaned slightly at my feeble wake up attempt. I was about to try again when there was a knock at the door. 

"Woah, maybe some pants before answering the doorl!" Haley laughed entering our room. I got a little embarrassed remembering I'm only wearing an over sized t-shirt.

Haley Reinfield is my our other best friend. The three of us obviously have a larger circle of friends and we're friendly with everyone at Pecan Lock's, but these are the only two people I trust with anything and everything.

Haley, ever the morning person, was already dressed and ready to go in our school uniform as she sat on Rain's bed and began to try to shake her awake. Haley, the only "purebread" of the three of us, is the heiress to a multimillionaire oil tycoon in Texas. If she were to apply an excess of makeup she would look like the typical blonde bimbo. But, instead, she carries herself with an elegance and class, like nothing in the world is above her.

"Fuck off Haley," Rain mumbled. We laughed.

There really is no classification for Rain. She's just our friend. She can be foul-mouthed and emotionally damaged a lot of, ok, all of the time, but there's something about her that makes you want to be her friend. 

I giggled trying to watch Haley wake up Rain. Haley has a small frame, long and wavy golden blonde hair, and clear white skin. Rain on the other hand is tall, 5'11, athletic, olive skinned, and has straight black hair that barely reaches her shoulders in and is fringed on the end. It was like watching the day try to wake up the night. 

"You hop in the shower," Haley said still shaking Rain, "it's clearly to cold out here for you." She looked down to point out my nipples were poking through the fabric of my shirt. 

I laughed and discarded the shirt to the ground as I hopped into the shower. When I came out, my body wrapped in a towel, I was surprised to see Haley had fallen asleep on my bed. Even the day can't rise this early.

I shook her and she woke up with a start, knocking the towel off my body.

"Oh, sorry, I guess I dozed off," she yawned, "I laid out your uniform on the chair." Ever the helper, she began to close her eyes again. I figured I might as well let her have a few moments of rest. 

I went to the uniform on the chair in the corner of the room. Same old same old. Black shoes and white or black stockings (these are supposed to be mandatory but no one really enforces that rule, so we usually go without). A white, black, or navy blue skirt that comes down to your knees. Haley had chosen me navy blue. A white, button down shirt. And a plain black tie. Really the only thing we had control over was our underwear. Haley, in her infinite kindness, had even grabbed those for me. 

"Hey Haley," I called to her, "I'm the 36C, not the 34." 

"Mmmph," was all she mustered out.

Before I get dressed I let myself be vain for a second and glance at the mirror on the back of the door. God's gifts to me have been good. I have a thick head of dark brown hair that comes down a little past my shoulder blades, big brown eyes, my breasts are perky and ample with quarter nipples just below center, and my skin was naturally bronzed.

Rain finally sat up. Haley heard and, probably just to not be rude, sat up as well. Rain should have been talking our ears off by now, cursing up a storm for having to get up this early, but she was quiet. Haley and I looked at each other suspicious.

"What time did you get in last night?" I ask Rain.

Rain frowned. "Not really that la-"

"What time?" Haley cut her off a little sternly. 

"...3:30" I was expecting this. Rain's very quiet when she's drunk. Seeing as at that point she had only been in for an hour, she probably still was a little bit. 

"Ok, class is in an hour. I'm going to go get us all some coffee," I said, having already gotten ready by then, "can you try to get her ready?"

"Sure thing," Haley answered, then she turned to Rain, "who were you out with?"

"Just Aphra and some of her town friends." That's the last thing I heard before leaving the room. I rolled my eyes. Aphra, full name Aphrodite. Sometimes I think Haley and I are the only ones in the school with common names. 

Anyway, Aphra was the closest thing to a party girl as you can get at Pecan Lock's, and Rain and her are pretty close when they both feel like ditching curfew. Sometimes they sneak into the nearby town and hit the bars. There's only two in the small town, but they hit them just the same. Her lifestyle wasn't what I disliked about her, more just her general rudeness. Haley agreed.

Aphra also has amassed a sort of "crew" at Pecan Lock's, and I use the term loosely. It started as all the Asian girls in the school hanging out together when they were little, but slowly more people started to sort of phase into their group. People outside the crew are still friends with those in it, but they definitely had a group mentality that alienated some. It's just sort of the defining feature of social life here. Either you're in Aphra's crew or you're not and that shows who you hang out with most.

As I walked down the hallway, the thought of Aphra and Rain are quickly replaced by something else. Eyes. As in lots of eyes looking at me in the hallway. Whenever I by someone, saying hi of course since we all know each other, their eyes lingered on me strangely. And wasn't only that, they all smiled. The sort of smile people give off when they know something you don't. It was only a few people but it seemed strange nonetheless. I probably should have thought more of it at the time, but it was early. Also I'm sort of oblivious on some social cues. I've missed almost every instance of someone flirting with me because I usually chalk it up to them being nice. 

I got in the elevator and went down to the coffee shop in solitude as barely anyone was awake yet. I live on the top floor and the shop is on the bottom. 

When I get to the coffee shop was when everything took a turn for the worse. In fact, my whole life changed. 

It all started with the barista. Mykala...actually come to think of it I don't even know her last name, but she had been serving me coffee since my freshman year. The bleach blonde soccer mom with her hair in a bob looks to be in her late 30's and always wears a little to much eye shadow, but it looks fine with her pale skin. She's in surprisingly great physical shape, and is always dressed in yoga pants and a sports bra with a zipped up hoodie on over it for the yoga class she attends after work everyday. All in all, she's a very likable lady, except that day. That day she gives me the same thing everyone else had. A weird look.

"Hello Sarah, what would you like today?" she asked me, leaning over on the counter towards me, keeping the look the whole time. I noticed she didn't have her apron on.

"Just the three usuals," I tried to say as normally as possible. It didn't come out very well though as her look phased me. She inexplicably laughed a little and sets to work on the drinks. 

"I seriously can't imagine anyone in the world not liking you," she said to me as she works, "I mean you're so kind, so beautiful, it's no wonder everyone in this school claims you to be some level of a friend."

"That's very nice of you to say," I said uneasily. That was incredibly random and something in her voice is discomforting, "but, we're all pretty tight here."

"But you have to admit, you especially are quite the person to know around here," she winked as she sets down the first drink on the counter. It's mine. I thanked her and brought the drink up to my lips to get some sweet caffeine. But the second I held the cup I realized, it was empty.

Mykala is suddenly out of sight. I see the door to the back area of the shop swinging. I stand their confused for a full two or three minutes. Eventually I'm concerned and follow her.

At this point I should have just gone back. Explained to my friends why I didn't have their drinks. I could have been spared. Well, probably not, but it's nice to think so.

My immediate reaction to opening the door is pure horror. There is a picture in front of me, taped crudely to the wall. A picture of Rain in a very... compromising position. 

Before I even have time to react I noticed that the walls are lined with many of these pictures, all of Rain doing...things. With a few different men. And women. 

I suddenly become aware of Mykala's presence behind me. 

"Listen Sarah," she started, "unless you want these pictures of your little gal pal plastered all over the school, you won't move, speak, or do anything unless I let you. Understand?"

Somehow, in my immense confusion, I stammered out a, "Y-yes." My mind then realized the extent of my situation, which, in simplest, terms, was blackmail. 

"Good." She came around to face me, we're around the same height(5'8), and placed her hands on my waist, I flinched, but then remembered what she said.. "You know Sarah, you really are incredibly beautiful." Her hands began to slide up my torso and ended up on my breasts. She began to flick a button on my uniform with a nail. 

Just then I became aware of the sexual nature of Mykala's words and actions, and was horrified as my brain reminds me how sensitive my breasts and nipples are. I remember thinking this couldn't be the same woman who had been giving me coffee since I was 14, could it?

"But rules are rules, and I have my guidelines," she stated in a defeated tone, as she moved her hands back to my waist and finally off my body. I didn't dare move, but I sighed as she grabbed her previously missing apron, untucked my shirt from my skirt, put it on me, and lead me back out to her station. I became relieved again at being in public exposure. That relief didn't last long.

The station is shaped in a skinny D shape with the curved edge out to the customer. The counter is high and is cluttered with all sorts of displays for pastries and snack. The only real opening to the customers is the cash register which is located near the right corner. Mykala places me in that exact corner.

"Clean that. And don't stop even if you finish," she ordered me, pointing to the oven next to me. As my back is to the the cash register now, Mykala and I face opposite directions. But the station is so congested, we're practically side by side. 

All of a sudden, her right hand goes between my body and the apron and lies flat on my stomach. Then she slowly slides it down into my skirt and panties. 

I jumped and pulled her arm away from me, happy no one is there to see this. Mykala just laughed in a sing song voice, "Remember what I said."

I nodded and went back to cleaning the oven as her hand repeated its motion. When it reaches inside my cotton panties her long nailed finger simply stokes the length of my lips and comes right back out. A customer had arrived. 

The woman, not a student, asked for a bag of chips from the rack to the right of the register, the one that blocks most of me from view. As Mykala rung up the order, never having to move locations. I turned and noticed that a large line has suddenly formed behind the chip lady. I knew a few of them. 

"It's a good thing most people don't actually buy coffee here," Mykala giggled to me. The next man retrieved a soda from a small fridge on the counter and brought it to Mykala to ring up. As she did I felt something sliding up my leg. I looked to see that only her left hand was ringing up the customer. I tried to look down at whatever she was using to stroke my thigh and caught a glimpse of her phone just before it disappeared under my skirt, pushing it up a little as it raised. 

I tried to focus on cleaning the oven as she rung up customers, but I couldn't as she softly ran the phone edge up and down the length of my pussy lips against my underwear. She was trying to tease me. It was working. 

Some people I know from school, friends, asked what I was doing. Mykala simply explained that there was a huge rush in the morning and that I had offered to stay and clean up for her. 

About five minutes into the phone rubbing I was biting my lip slightly and squeezing my knees together. 

A slight moan escaped my mouth.

Horrified, I quickly shook my hand to pretend like it was a moan of pain, not pleasure. At the same time the phone left me. A customer had finally ordered coffee. I turned to see Citrine, a redhead girl who lives on my floor and worked out with me sometimes. I fan myself a bit and try to look normal for her, thank god for the apron. I gave her the excuse Mykala had been giving.

"That's so sweet of you, you need any more help?" she asked, her blue eyes sparkling. 

"Thanks but she's almost done," Mykala said, showing up again with the coffee. She looks around for the sugar and eventually crouched down to get it from the bottom shelf. "It's 3 dollars," she called up to Citrine. As the redhead looked for her money Mykala takes the time to stick her hand up my leg and into my panties for a split second. When she pulls out her finger, to my horror, it's slick.

"Naughty girl," she whispers to me, standing up and pouring sugar into the coffee. "This fiery one's really cute, I'll giver her a little extra." 

To my horror, with Citrine still fumbling with her wallet, Mykala stirred the sugar into the coffee with the same finger she had sent up my skirt.

"Thank you very much," Citrine smiled again, eyes sparkling, and leaves to let the next customer through. I whispered an apology to Citrine under my breath.

"It's time you did the same to me," Mykala said as she moved me to pretend like I was rearranging the chip rack. She guided my hand to her ass. It was supple and firm, especially with her black, skin tight yoga pants, and under it to her pussy, covered in damp fabric. Her legs shut together and my hand was trapped.

Her hand went down the front of my skirt and into my panties.

"Do as I do," she whispered. We worked in tandem, our inner hands on each other's mounds, our outer ones handling purchases. 

It was easier said than done to do as she did. For one thing it was embarrassingly arousing. I couldn't focus on much besides her hand rubbing my lips. I'd never been attracted to girls or been with a girl, but I deny anyone wouldn't be turned on by Mykala's expert hand in their pants, rubbing their sex. I'm sure I was blushing.

The other reason it was difficult to do as she did was because she had open room to work, whereas my hand was clamped between her shapely thighs. I don't know what came over me. Maybe it was for Rain, or maybe, just maybe, I genuinely wanted to, but I tried. I moved my hand up and down her lips with my limited space and rubbed her clit. I started to push in the wet, stretchy fabric of the yoga pants, moving my fingers inside her as much as I could. Her face began to twist and turn, her breathing became heavy. I could see she was approaching and orgasm.

This terrified me as a realized, so was I. I tried as hard as possible to suppress mine, but Mykala took hers with full force.

I managed to get one finger rubbing her clit as the rest of them applied pressure into her sex, a position that I was sure would cramp up my hand at any moment. She bit her lip hard to suppress her screams and her inevitable high. She lasted like this for about 30 seconds, at which point her register was empty. She bent herself over the counter and bit down on her arm to keep her moans from resonating as I brought a woman to orgasm for the first time.

I continued moving my hand as she came inside her pants, writhing on the counter, her muffled screams all too clear to me. Seeing it made me more aware of my impending climax for some reason. Maybe...maybe it aroused me.

As Mykala came down from her high she pulled me down behind the counter, out of view from the world, and threw off my apron and her jacket so she was in only her sports bra. It was probably just too hot for her a that point. She sat me down with my knees up and legs apart. Then she took my two fingers from the hand that had been rubbing her, stuck them in her mouth, and started to rub me furiously. 

I didn't want to, I shouldn't have, but I couldn't control it. I suppressed it for as long as I could, but Mykala came forward, dropping my fingers, and kissed my neck. It was like she pressed a button. My feet went up on there toes and my arms gravitated my body towards the hand as my orgasm hit. I lost awareness of the world around me and began to moan loudly, but Mykala shoved me into her chest and stifled my screams as she continued to rub my creaming pussy.

When she could tell my high was over she released all contact with me, leaving me sitting in the corner, disheveled and scared. 

She sucked on her hand as she rummaged threw some drawers looking for something. When she seemed to find it, a small drawstring bag, she came back and sat in front of me casually. She opened the bag and pulled out two small towels, scissors, a small mirror, a comb, a note, and a pair of panties. 




School Trip of Control Pt. 01



"Damn she thought of everything," she said.

I resisted as she tried to open my legs, but she gave me a look, reminding me of the circumstances, and I opened them up, knees in the air like I was at the gyno. 

Mykala flipped my skirt up and used the scissors to cut me out of my underwear. She traced my mound with her finger and popped the finger into her mouth, repeating the process several times. 

Then she took the towels and began to clean me up, motioning for me to use the comb and mirror to make myself look presentable. When we were both done I slipped into the new pair of panties, and, before I had time to be surprised that they were mine, Mykala handed me the typed up note, which read:

"Sarah. First I'd like to direct your attention to the camera that in the left corner of the room you're in. So now your reputation is on the line along with Rain's. Anyways, over the course of this weekend you will be requested to do things by many people who attend or are connected to our school. Here's the important part so read carefully. YOU WILL OBEY EVERY ONE OF THESE REQUESTS. Don't and, well, I think Mykala made that pretty clear. Also, know that I have eyes on you at all times. Anyways, I hope you have fun! All your questions will be answered soon, in the meantime our charming barista has your second request!"- The Queen.

No words came to mind. My eyes stayed on the paper, my ears only heard ringing, my mouth was dry,and my fingers numb.

"Sarah. Sarah? Sarah honey look at me." Mykala snapped me out of my trance. In hindsight I'm not sure why I didn't pounce on her right there and demand some answers. I guess I'm just not a very hostile person.

"Sarah, you're gonna go across the street now to the grocery store-"

I started to run away but Mykala grabbed me and pulled me into the back room. I thrashed for a while but she just held me in a bear hug for a second and I calmed down.

"Like hell I'm doing any of that stuff!" I yelled. Ya, never mind about that whole 'not a hostile person' thing.

Mykala simply gestured back to the pictures around the room and I stopped and listened to what she had to say.

"You're gonna go across the street to the grocery store, take this list."

In the interest of time I'll spare you Mykala's further explanation of my task, my babbling terribly performed lie to my roommates about why they wouldn't be getting coffee, and my dazed state the whole time. Somehow, I made it to the grocery store.

The list made no sense. I had to get three bars of chocolate, a quilt, a feather duster, a magazine, a bag of lollipops, and a teddy bear.

I left the grocery store and returned to Mykala as she had instructed. She took me to the back room and gave me another note.

"Take this bag of items and put it in your backpack. Also, don't get used to the highs, you have to earn them-The Queen."

Mykala said to me, "Now you have four classes today. Make sure in each one you sit where you always do."

That sure was strange, but I went to class feeling safer. I mean it was class, what could happen right? Wrong.

My first class was English. I walked the hallways really trying to fake, for myself more than anyone, that everything was normal. I saw Mrs. Hewitt in the hallway and decided to talk to her.

Mrs. Hewitt is probably around 35 but she is very easy for most of the girls to talk to. She's very down to earth and open with us. She has a kind face with flowing straight brown locks and an intensely curvy body that she dislikes. She always tells me that her body was my future as a warning to enjoy what I have, but if that was true I'm more than okay with it.

I talked to her for a bit about the trip since she would be one of the chaperones, but then the warning bell rang and I left to my next class.

"Don't be surprised if there's a pop quiz today!" She called to me as I left. 

My first class was English, a big class for my school of about 25 students, where I used the 5000 year old Mrs. Cobel's lecture to distract my mind. 

I felt like the day was going quite normally as I left to Mrs. Hewitt's class. Now the reason Mrs. Hewitt and I are so close is she is close with everyone in my 2nd period class. It's multi-variable calculus, a fairly advanced math class for high school.

Now I'm no genius, I'm more of a jack-of-all-trades kind of girl, but for some reason math always came easily to me. I enjoy when questions have finite, definite answers. 

I was literally the only non-oriental girl in my class and I'm part Iranian so the class really fit into stereotypes, minus our American teacher. 

Also, as you may have guessed, all the other girls in my class are in Aphra's crew, but we all get along, especially in Mrs. Hewitt's class.

The room is set up with 2 columns of 4 tables. Each table holds 2 students. With only 11 kids in the class Mrs. Hewitt liked close proximity between students to help each other out with the more difficult questions during class.

As she had warned, though, that day was a pop quiz. 

I sit to the right of my friend Lilac in the back of the room. She's a very tiny, petite Filipino girl with a pension for purple lipstick and is by far the smartest girl in the class.

In hindsight though, it may be a bit much to call her my friend.

Ten minutes into the 50 minute period Lilac is done with her quiz. After she turns it in she sits back by me and slides me a note. It read: "Request 2- Don't push her away.-The Queen"

Just as I had finished I felt a hand on my bare knee and immediately wished that I had worn my stockings. 

Lilac was looking straight ahead, her hand nonchalantly rubbing my knee. I looked around and everyone was looking down at their quizzes and Ms. Hewitt was at work grading. No one could help me. 

Lilac's hand started to move back and rub my outer thigh now. I swallowed some air and tried to focus on my quiz. 

This became a little harder when she moved to my inner thigh but I was still under control. I could do this.

Then she got to me. 

Lilac started to gently drag her nails up my thigh, starting from my knee and going up to mid thigh. Then she'd repeat the process and go a little higher every time. Soon enough she was close to touching my panties but then she started to shy away. 

She kept doing this. Getting closer and closer and then moving back, like going up and down a ladder but never getting on the roof. And the worst part was...

...it felt nice.

It wasn't the fact that she was doing it that was distracting me but the fact that it was making me a little hot. Her nails felt pretty good going up and down my thigh. She was teasing me and doing a good job at it. I could feel myself getting a little flushed and my breathing became a series of long sighs. Maybe there was even a drop of wetness in my panties, but for the most part, that came later.

I finally was able to escape Lilac when I finished my quiz, sure I failed, and went to the front of the room to turn it in to Mrs. Hewitt. 

"You two are always the first ones done," Mrs. Hewitt smiled as I gave it to her. 

Crap. I realized we were the only ones done. Which meant everyone in the class would continue to look down. 

I uneasily took my seat by Lilac and she didn't miss a beat. She went right back to her teasing. But now she laid her head down on the desk as if she were sleeping.

But she definitely wasn't sleeping.

She put her left hand down the waistband of her skirt and I could see it start to move right around her crotch. She was playing with herself in class! Another student went up and turned in her quiz, staying up and talking to Mrs. Hewitt, blocking her view.

Lilac's breathing sounded like she was asleep but I knew they were moans. 

And I just couldn't stop looking. 

Between her nails grazing up and down my thigh and her self pleasure I started to become pretty damn hot under the collar. At one point I even unconsciously shifted in the seat to get her to touch my happy place, but she knew better and I was horrified with myself for doing it.

With about three minutes left in class I felt her grab my thick thigh with a vice grip and I could see her other hand speed up under her skirt. She stared right at me, and I at her, as she breathed a few hard breaths and a soundless squeal. She started shaking for a little bit and then stopped and let go of me. She had climaxed right there in class.

And all I could think about was how she, and 3 other students form this class, were the only people in my next class. All with predominately Asian features.

Before heading to art I detoured into the bathroom and washed my face with some cold water to cool myself down. 

Art was my most loathed class. I was only in it for the credit and my teacher, Mrs. Touhy, could tell, and loathed me right back for it. She was an interesting looking character. She had lots of normal features. She was around Mrs. Hewitt's age marble skin, brown eyes, a cute button nose. But some extracurricular work on herself made her standout. 

There were two main things she had changed about herself. Her hair was dyed fire engine red. It was long and straightened every day. And she had tattoos. Lots of them. I would go into detail but in the interest of time I'll just let you know that she has a sleeve of them running from her shoulder to her mid-hand on her right arm, one behind her each ear, and her left arm is totally clean except for her wedding ring, which was tattooed on. I've always wanted a tattoo myself but have always been too scared to go ahead with it.

Anyways, part of art includes art history, so Mrs. Touhy, dressed in a fitting black, sleeveless dress, had notes on the projector already set as the six of us filed into her class.

The class was set up with just one long table in front of her desk with a bunch of smaller desks in the back when we did individual work. I sat right in the middle. To my left was another girl, Pond, and to her left was Lilac. Pond was Lilac's twin. I usually couldn't tell them apart except Pond had a pension for red lipstick, while Lilac enjoyed purple. 

As I took notes I heard them giggling and knew instantly Pond was in on this whole thing too. I needed to escape before they did something and my teacher saw. So when Mrs. Touhy said she needed a volunteer, I raised my hand fast as lightning.

Mrs. Touhy should have been surprised I was showing initiative in her class, but she just adjusted her thick framed glasses and told me to come to the front, giving me a sinister looking smile. 

As I walked around to her desk I realized my knew situation. That I was surrounded.

As I walked up Mrs. Touhy pulled up her projector screen. And on the whiteboard behind it read "Request 3- listen to Mrs. Touhy. -The Queen".

I was paralyzed in fear as everyone in the class had smiles on their faces. A million thoughts ran through my mind but the main of which was this: Aphra had to be the queen. Who else could organize all this. But how did she get a teacher?

"Girls," Mrs. Touhy started as the four seated students stopped giggling, "today we will be finding inspiration on drawing the female form in..." she looked up and down my body "...ALL of its beauty."

The girls started cheering. I felt like a piece of meat as Touhy bolted and shaded the door.

"For Rain" I thought to myself, "For Rain".

Touhy cleared off her desk and had me sit on it. She stood in front of me, her back to the students, spread my legs and stood in the gap they created. She put her face right up close to mine as she laid her hands on my waist.

"Take off your tie," she whispered. Her lips had to be no more than an inch from mine. I couldn't stand this woman, but she was a sight for sore eyes.

I removed my tie obediently. I just wanted to get this over with. 

She snaked her neck around to my ear and whispered, "Now unbutton your shirt." Her hot breath in my ear gave me chills. A mixture of the chills you get when you're scared and the chills you get when you're...well, you know.

As I unbuttoned my shirt she started to nibble on my ear. I have to be honest, it felt divine. She bit all over it and then slithered her tongue all around where she had bitten. The whole thing made me forget how scared I was for a second. But just a second. 

The rest of my clothes were removed not so sensually and eventually I was ordered to stand, arms at my side, in front of the rest of the girls, in just my panties. Apparently the Queen had forbade their removal.

Touhy came up behind me and cupped my breasts, taking care not to touch my nipples, lying her chin on my shoulder, pressing her body into my back. It all felt kind of nice, but again, I was terrified.

"Now girls," she started, "the subject being drawn is often best to be drawn when she is aroused. Would anyone like to oblige her?"

All the hands in the class shot up. 

Touhy picked Pond to come up and 'oblige' me. The rest of the class looked upset, but still very interested. 

Pond knelt down and started to kiss up my leg. She started at the ankle and slowly raised up with small kisses all the way to my hip bone, then ran the back of her tongue all the way back down to my ankle. 

Mrs. Touhy gave the bottom of my breasts a little squeeze. "Very good Pond! As you can see class the subjects nipples are now hard and ready to be sketched. Everyone take note!"

No one had a single piece of paper out. They just stared at my chest and my embarrassingly hard nipples. I wanted to cry.

Touhy released my breasts. She moved my hair to the side and gave my neck lick. It gave me tingles all over. 

"Class I think Pond deserves come kind of reward for preparing the subject so well don't you?"

The class cheered in agreement.

Touhy turned me around and had me bend at the waist until my cheek hit the desk. She was displaying my ass to the class. Thank god I wore something with good coverage and not a thong.

Touhy took Pond to the other side of the desk and positioned her as she did me, but with her head facing the audience. 

She flipped up Pond's skirt and started to move her hand around her backside. Pond started to groan in pleasure.

"Now class," Touhy explained, "the back of a woman can be difficult to draw. But just make sure to really accentuate the curves where you can."

I couldn't see the class or what Touhy was doing to Pond, but I could see Pond's face and body react and spasm as Touhy made her come sweetly.

Touhy stripped Pond of her thong and sent Pond back to her seat with a sloppy kiss that left Touhy with a touch of Pond's lipstick.

Touhy came over to me and sat me up on the desk facing my peers.

"Who wants it?" she asked them. Again they all raised their hands. 

Touhy walked over to Lilac and, to my horror, shoved Pond's thong into her sister's mouth. Touhy then forced Lilac's mouth closed and pinched her nose. "Taste it." Lilac closed her eyes and eventually Touhy let her go to breathe. 

I was so disgusted, and scared, and angry, and violated, but in a weird way, a way that was buried deep inside me and I refused to recognize, jealous.

The bell rang, as this period was shortened today. Touhy didn't let anyone leave. She went to my bag and pulled out the bag of lollipops. She came back to me and unwrapped four of them, dipping each into my panties, making me squirm. Touhy stuck one into each student's mouth as they left the room.

Mrs. Touhy quickly helped me dress, but my tie was nowhere to be found. She then handed me a note.

It read, "New rule. If at any point you correctly accuse someone of being the queen to their face, they will stop the entire operation. If you're wrong, though, you will be severely punished.-The Queen".

"What's your next class?" Touhy asked me as she sat at her desk. 

"Physics," I answered gathering my things. 

"Come here, you're not going to physics today. I'm emailing your teacher, everything will be fine on that end. I said come here!"

Startled, I approached her. Quickly she threw my stuff into her back closet and produced my tie. She used it to tie my hands behind my back. 

"Now read this."

She handed me another note reading, "Request 3 is still in effect. Punishments are also now in effect. Disobey anyone and you will be punished. Less than 100% cooperation will be treated as a disobedience.-The Queen".

I was really starting to hate this Queen, which meant it had to be Aphra.

"Now get down over here," Mrs. Touhy commanded. She was forcing me under her desk. It was the kind of desk that had drawers on the left and right and a space in the middle for the users legs. I had never realized how big Touhy's desk was until now. 

She scooted in and I was left kneeling on the ground with my hands bound behind me and my face laying in her lap. At least she had laid out a small plush carpet for me. 

Her next class, another small one of about six students, filed in. She told them that today would be a study hall because of the trip. 

About five minutes after being thrust under the desk Touhy shined her phone down on me. It read, "Please me well or I will report you to the Queen". She then uncrossed her legs and lifted her dress up to her waist, scooting her chair in more. 

She shined her phone down on her dress and it managed to illuminate my subject. Her wet sex. Her lack of underwear didn't surprise me. 

I thought this was going to be Mykala all over again but then I realized my hands were tied. She expected me to use my mouth, with a room full of students in front of her.

I just stared in fear for a while until she squeezed my head with her knees so I started to kiss her thighs. I realized I could smell her. 

It intoxicated me. 

Eventually I realized if I wasn't going to get punished I would have to do this, I didn't know what the punishment would be, but I didn't want to know either. I swallowed my pride and gave her pussy a kiss. 

And then another.

And then another.

And then a lick.

And then I realized...this was making me very aroused.

I started to slowly lick her up and down. I nuzzled her clit with my nose and felt her jump a little. 

After that quick tease went back to making out with her pussy lips. I was up and down, and side to side. I tried to think of what I would like done to me. So I stuck my tongue deep inside her.

She yelped for a second and then covered it up with some coughing. She squeezed my head with her thighs so I stopped. She used her hand to ease my head back and forth. She wanted me to go slower again. 

So I did. I gave her thighs some love and only gave her gentle attention with my mouth. By then my face was significantly wet and sticky with no means to wipe it. 

"Mrs. Touhy," a voice asked her right by her desk. I knew that voice. It was Haley.

I was mortified but didn't dare stop as my best friend talked to the woman I had been forced to pleasure. When Haley finally left Touhy pushed me away and addressed the class.

"Listen up guys. I gotta work on a sculpture and its gonna get pretty noisy. I recommend you all move over to the library for the rest of class. Take your stuff."

The class filed out in a minute and the second they were gone slammed my face back into her.

I charged my tongue into her and moved it all over inside her. I sucked on her as my tongue retracted pushed it back in and repeated. She moaned quite loudly and grabbed her own breasts. 

"Look at me!" she commanded, scooting out. I looked up at her as I pleasured her. I moved my tongue up her lips and sucked on her clit. 

From there it didn't take long for her to convulse into an orgasm. She gritted her teeth as she almost angrily grinded against me. I stuck my tongue out flat for her to press against as she came and my face grew even wetter. She collapsed forward onto her chair and pushed me away, sticking her tattooed finger into my mouth. I sucked on it as she regained her composure. 




School Trip of Control Pt. 01



She had she scooted back and bent her face to mine. She pulled my mouth open and kissed me hard with her tongue assaulting mine and mine instinctively staying in my own mouth. She let me go and licked my face a couple times to cleaning herself off me. I found it objectively repulsive and yet I was becoming incredibly horny. Remember how I said that the wetness in my panties would come later? Well, it was later. 

There were still 20 minutes left in this period. 

"I'm not done with you yet," Touhy said and lead me to the next room over. 

I had never been in that class room before, but whoever usually occupied it was gone. And now the room was lined with pictures. The same old pictures of Rain that Mykala had. And now pictures of me! Pictures from being with Mykala at the coffee counter. Conveniently the barista's face was blurred.

"Don't worry they'll be taken down soon," Touhy assured me, "unless you want to stop now. Then it'll all end and we'll show these off. This will be your last out."

I looked around at the photos. There was no real choice.

"No, I'll keep going," I barely whispered.

"Good! Now be a good girl and go back to your room. Further instruction will be your way soon And Sarah..."

"Yes?"

"You eat pussy like a pro. Keep it up and you'll have no punishments the whole time." 

And with that she spanked me out of the room. 

I would give you a second to catch your breath as far as this story with the whole 'sexual' to 'nonsexual' ratio of things. The problem is that was just what I was denied: time to relax. So I guess I'll keep going.

I was in my dorm room all of a minute before Mykala walked in. Yes Mykala from the coffee shop. No she is definitely not supposed to be in my room. 

In fact, now that I think about it, I don't even know how she got a key. But I wasn't really questioning things at that point

She gave me a note card that read, "From now on you won't be getting cards that often. You will simply get oral commands that end with 'the Queen commands it'. Should make for some interesting situations. Have and fun, and remember, you want to avoid punishments.-The Queen".

I'm going to spare you the details of what happened next mainly because I don't want to go into it. There was a lot of screaming and yelling and crying as Mykala took me to the bathroom. Let's just say when she was done with me...I was clean and smooth. VERY clean and VERY smooth. Everywhere.

After that humiliation of an experience I just laid down on my bed and tried to force myself into a coma. Mykala was gone, everyone was down at lunch, I was able to just relax and be alone. 

I know you're so shocked when I tell you that didn't happen.

In walked in Lizabet. Not Elizabeth, just Lizabet. But it's pronounced 'Lizabeth'. 

Lizabet was a big time cyclist. This combination of athletics resulted in a pretty plain, tallish girl who had a pretty face with pale-ish skin and light brown/straight hair, pert but rather small breasts, and a backside that was quite toned and noteworthy to say the least. There's something about a girl with smaller boobs but a big butt that's really attractive for some reason. And on Lizabet, it's almost as if she was really cute and innocent from the front but turn her around and you got a naughty side. 

Wait, no. I didn't say that. What's wrong with me?

Anyway Lizabet is a pretty good friend of mine. She's not in Aphra's crew and we hang out or workout together at times(she squats so much so I tend to do avoid it politely when I can).

"Hey Lizabet," I called to her as she walked in. You would think we'd call her 'Liz' or something but she hates nicknames.

"Oh hi," she stammered. She's pretty shy, I guess it adds to her cuteness. 

Okay seriously wow I need to stop saying stuff like that.

"Are Haley and Rain here?" she asked.

"No I think they're down at lunch. Do you need something." My eyes were closed as I answered from the bed but as I finished answering her I heard my door latch shut.

I slowly opened my eyes to see Lizabet above me. 

"The um, the Queen commands, um..."

I sat up in my bed, "Lizabet not you too?!"

She sat down by me.

"I'm sorry Sarah I...I...I just wanted to...you know? Cause you're so...you know? But I'm just...you know? And it's not even that bad I just have to test you to make sure that can and I and..."

All of a sudden my skinny friend lunged forward and smashed her lips against mine. It only lasted a second but I did start to melt into it a little. 

Then she pulled back and I saw something grow in her. This sort of hunger. She became uninhibited for a second. 

She pulled on my feet to straighten me and lay me back on the bed. Then she got on top of me and kissed me again, hard.

When she pulled back I looked at her hazel eyes and saw that hunger go away. She came back down to reality and realized what she had just done. 

I couldn't even speak as I looked at her. Suddenly she had become beautiful. You know when you don't consider someone to be any more than a friend, and then when you do you realize just how good looking they really are. I was having that moment.

She held my face in her right hand and caressed my cheek with her thumb. Now she slowed down. She approached me slowly and tilted her head to one side. I could feel her breath on my lips just before they came in contact. It gave me chills.

Her lips pressed against mine and mine seemed to immediately press back. We continued to kiss innocently for while. It was actually divine. It was like pushing your lips into velvet and then not being able to differentiate between the two.

As I got more into it I instinctively took in her bottom lip and gave it a suck, a nibble, and some tongue attention. Not necessarily in that order but all equally as important. She responded by hooking my upper lip with her tongue and returning the favor. Then we switched which lip we got. 

Lizabet was being very respectful through all this. Her hands went up and down my sides, on my face, or in my hair. Never anywhere to overtly sexual. 

And yet, as some light tongue began to flick back and forth between kisses, the level of sensuality was through the roof. This quite possibly could have been the single thing that turned me on the most so far that day. 

Tongue began to become more involved as we swirled, flicked, licked, and twirled around with each other within open kisses. She plunged her tongue deep into my mouth and as she retreated I locked onto it with my lips and sucked on it. She returned the favor. 

Just as she let my tongue go she pressed our lips together for one more, finale feeling of a kiss. It was a simple, even press of the lips with nothing else going on but it lasted a good while and we both took in each others scent as we did with her hands running through my hair and my hands, as I hadn't realized before, resting on her glorious ass.

I mean her butt. Her normal butt. I need to stop saying stuff like that.

When we finally stopped she rose up and looked down on me with a sweet smile. 

Just as I started to smile back at her an alarm rang on her phone which caused her to freak out and leave, but I'd see her again later.

I sat up as the bell was ringing, releasing everyone to their dorms. We had one hour to get ready and be at the train station. I saw a bag by my bed that I hadn't noticed before, picked it up, opened it. There was a note inside.

"Sooooo at this point we're just sorta winging it. Put all these on. Nothing else. Nothing. -The Queen." 

Winging it? I knew the Queen was Aphra, she was never very forward thinking.

I headed into the bathroom to change since I knew Rain would be in our room any second. Sure enough, two seconds after I closed the bathroom door I heard Rain walk in.

"Sarah?" she called out. 

"In here." I called back.

"Where were you at lunch? And in physics?"

"I wasn't feeling well so I just came up here and took a nap instead, but I'm feeling much better." I used the sound of my voice to cover up opening my bag.

"Oh I'm sorry. I was just getting my bag I'm gonna grab a cab with Haley to beat the rush but we can wait for you if you want..."

"No I think I'll stay here for a bit and just rest a little longer."

"Ok see you on the train!" 

I heard Rain leave the room. Or maybe I didn't and just got lucky later. All I remember is being none too pleased about what I found in the bag. 

Don't worry, they didn't whore me out in the open. That would've destroyed their whole blackmail thing and probably wouldn't have been as fun for them. Having the secret was probably part of their fun.

First there was a note that left footwear up to me. Then there were some nice black tanga panites (I'm not sure if anyone else still uses the term 'tanga' but I always have). Then there was another note telling me to wear some deep blue cut offs. Again they were very normally sized, nothing scandalous at all. 

What upset me was the next part. I found a nice form fitting black tank and a cute black jacket. It wasn't the greatest outfit in the world but it didn't look half bad and no one needs to look good when travelling. 

If you're still wondering what upset me don't think about what I got, think about what I didn't.

No bra.

Okay, I've been guilty of going braless on some days when caring about my appearance wasn't my top priority. But that's usually when I have no intention of leaving my dorm. For a long period of time there was the jiggle factor to worry about. And the nippy factor.

At least I had the jacket. I zipped it up, grabbed my bags, and headed downstairs.

Now my school is rich, and so excess is common. All our bags were going separately to Strawberry Springs. So after I dropped it off where it needed to be I just had my backpack. 

"I called a cab already Sarah, you wanna split it?" 

I had just reached the main hall when I heard my friend Olive ask me this. 

Olive is probably up there with Aphra as far as best looking Asian girls in my school. Even though her father is German, or Irish, or both. She has this glow about her. She is built similarly to me except less on the curvy and a bit taller.

Ok, let's just accept I have an attraction to some of these girls. But that didn't mean I wanted to be used by them.

Anyways I happily accepted her offer and we went to the street where the cab was already waiting. I later realized how she made the effort to make sure I was ahead of her because when I opened the door she all but pushed me in and forced me to the middle seat. I was now stuck in the with Olive on my right. And on my left, Aphra.

As Olive closed the door I looked at Aphra with what I hoped was malice, but I'm sure came across as fear as I realized the driver was none other than Mrs. Touhy. 

Aphrodite Song. The short, athletic, beautiful girl who had made my life hell for the last 7 or so hours. But I was going to put an end to it.

"You're the Queen," I stated plainly to her as the cab started moving. 

Aphra just sat still in her sickeningly beautiful floral dress and smiled at me, "Seatbelt off, on your knees, face towards me, ass towards Olive. The Queen commands it."

I was horrified. "But-but...you..."

Aphra laughed, "Ya the Queen said you would think I was her. Guess you're going to be having a severe punishment later. But I would hurry up and complete my request if I were you. Don't want a second punishment, do we?"

She smiled a fiendish smile.

I hated it. I could feel any bone in my body want to slap Aphra across her grinning little face. But instead I just assumed the position I was instructed to as my shock and realization slowly hit me that I didn't know who the Queen was. Aphra was just another part of the sick game. 

Aphra put her back against the door of the car and took my face into her hands. Her face was so close to mine. I looked down, but she tugged on my face until I maintained eye contact with her big brown eyes.

One thing that differs from Aphra and a lot of other Asian girls is her hair. It's not black but a dark brown. It's not really important I just remember from that position taking note of her hair, it was quite similar to mine actually, but thinner and straighter.

"Now here's the deal Sarah. We've got a short time to tell you a few things so listen carefully."

I'll spare you what Aphra began to tell me, you'll learn about it later. What mattered here was what Olive started doing. 

I was basically doggy styled with my ass write in Olive's face. She unbuttoned my cutoffs and pulled them down. Then pulled my panties down to my mid-thigh and I was bared in front of her. 

Aphra continued to talk as Olive hovered herself over my private areas. I could feel her breath run the length of my pussy, but didn't stop as I felt it go up to my...rear hole. I'll use the word 'rosebud' for it.

With her hands gripped firmly on my ass cheeks she stuck out her tongue and gave my rosebud a quick lick. 

It immediately sent tingles through me. I had never done anything anal before, but Mykala's preparation earlier had made me realize I probably would.

Olive gave it another lick and it was like my ass sent my pussy a signal to get turned on. I unconsciously took in breath and smiled when Olive did it a third time.

"Oh so you're that kind of freak huh Sarah?" Aphra laughed, interrupting her own instruction.. At this point Olive put the tip of her tongue and fitted it perfectly onto my rosebud and just explored around the surface. I admit I really enjoyed it. I guess I was that kind of freak but there's no shame in that. The shame came in having it done to you in broad daylight by some on you thought was your friend and a serious bitch holding your face.

The train station was only about ten minutes away, so this didn't last long. When we reached Olive left the car almost immediately once she had given my ass a firm bite and put my clothes back up.

Before she left, Aphra said, "Looks like Olive and you had some fun."

Then she leaned in very close to my ear and whispered, "We'll have some fun later too." Her hot breath in my ear almost melted me.

She gave my cheek the smallest lick with the tip of her tongue and left the car.

I sat for a moment in a daze until Mrs. Touhy yelled at me, "I know you're horny as fuck, but I gotta park!"

I left the cab with my backpack and made my way to the station. My legs were wobbly as I realized I was in fact 'horny as fuck'. 

I found Rain and Haley and got some peace as the three of us got me some food and waited for our train, although I could barely eat.

Just before it showed up Mrs. Hewitt (my calculus teacher if you don't remember, I can barely keep all this straight) passed out are tickets. Sadly enough we had preassigned seats and I was no where near Haley or Rain for the two and a half hour trip. 

The seats were laid out as a table with two seats on both sides, the passengers facing each other, with the third and fourth sides flanked with the window and the aisle. I'm pretty sure Mrs. Touhy organized the seating. 

I had a window seat. By me was Olive, across me was Lizabet, and by her was Aphra. 

No fresh faces, I remember thinking, they're all in on it. But I looked around the cabin and everyone else was a stranger besides Mrs. Hewitt, so they couldn't really do much to me right? Wrong. 

Once the train started up I immediately felt uneasy. The other passengers in the cabin seemed to all fall asleep. Mrs. Hewitt, my only real hope, was seated in the seat behind me. But with the formatting of the train her back was to me, and she fell asleep as well. 

About 30 minutes into the ride, 30 minutes nervously sitting and waiting for something to happen, I began to accept that nothing would. So I adjusted myself slightly to lean my head on the window and try to sleep too. Right before closing my eyes though I noticed Aphra shift.

She had been on her phone the whole time and finally put it away. She took Lizabet and pivoted the cyclist's body towards her to lay on her, nuzzling her neck under the shy girl's chin, making Lizabet blush.

This alone may have been innocent enough, but Aphra couldn't seem to help laying her hand on Lizabet's chest, deciding she didn't like it, and then snaking her hand up into the poor girl's shirt and laying it on her bare breast.

I say bare because I could see Lizabet's other breast becoming aroused and the nipple poking through her shirt. She too was obviously wearing no bra and as I studied her face I came to realize she was regretfully enjoying this.

Was she being ordered around too? Maybe everyone was and The Queen's game was bigger than I thought. Still though, I seemed to be the focus for some reason.

Once this was done Olive got out of her seat and stood in the aisle for a moment. She looked around at the other passengers in our cabin. There were four table sets in each cabin, so including us 16 people in this cabin, and the other 12 were all asleep.

"How'd she do that?" Olive asked Aphra. 

"I think she drugged their water. Pretty hardcore stuff," Aphra laughed. It honestly terrified me to hear. This cabin offered no safety. 

Olive stripped. Her body made me squeeze my knees together. Touhy's words echoed in my head. 'Horny as fuck'. 

Olive crawled onto the table. She approached Aprhra. They smiled at each other naughtily and began to kiss a little. They stuck their tongues out of their mouths and flicked their tips together before kissing one more time. Olive then raised a little and held Lizabet by the cheeks until Lizabet stuck out her tongue. Olive smiled and moved forward to suck on it before devolving into a French kiss with the shy brunette. 

When that was done Olive looked back to me. "Hey, do what I did for you Sarah."

No. No I couldn't do it. And just as that thought crossed my mind Aphra slid her phone to me. On it was one of the compromising pictures of Rain. 

I sighed and closed my yes and just went for it. My hands spread Olive's cheeks and my tongue dived onto her rosebud, tickling with the tip of my tongue. Olive dropped her head with a "mmmmm" before raising it up again and kissing Aphra. As they kissed they removed Lizabet's shirt. 

"Make her come Sarah," Aphra told me, breaking her kiss. Aphra then dropped her mouth to Lizabet's right breast, taking her nipple in her mouth. Olive did the same with the left one.

Lizabet moaned in surprise before biting her finger to quiet herself down as the two Asian girls (well, Asian and a half) lavished at her breasts. For a moment I wished I had Lizabet's ass in front of me, it was quite the sight, but then I shook my head to focus. I had to make Olive come. Besides, her ass was nice too...

"Stop!" Aphra yelled looking up. The three of them all looked at me. "You don't get to touch yourself Sarah!" I looked down. I hadn't even realized it but I was in fact rubbing my cutoffs at the crotch. 'Horny as fuck', the words echoed again. 

I stopped and went back to Olive's ass, sticking my tongue into her rosebud as much as I could. Then I decided to put my finger in it and drop my mouth to her pussy. 

"No!" Olive cried in pleasure and fear, "don't touch there, just my ass!" It scared me but I went back to her ass. I didn't think someone could come without having their sex touched, but I was soon proven wrong. 

Lizabet was squirming in her seat, whimpering. I saw her reach down between her legs but Aphra casually stopped her before she could, and gave her nipple a bite. After a lot more licking and Olive breathing hard into Lizabet's chest, I stuck my tongue deep inside, or at least as far as it could go, into Olive. She shot her head up and began to moan in earnest. Her ass started to spasm around tongue, and the cheeks jiggled around my face as she hit a climax. Olive rode it as Aphra came up and kissed her lips and neck, her hands massaging Lizabet's breasts.




School Trip of Control Pt. 02



Author's note: For those of y'all returning I want to thank you all for your kind words and encouragement! So because of that, as promised, here is the part 2. I also planned out what would be two additional parts, so if I know people still like them I'll keep writing them! For anyone who's new, please read part 1 first, it's a fast read! 

Guide to Returning Characters for Reference:
(Alphabetically ordered)

Aphra: Short, 100% Chinese, with long black hair, full lips, and big brown eyes. Athletic body with medium bust. The sort of ring leader of a large social group at the school. 

Haley: Southern bell looking girl with long wavy blonde hair and green eyes. Petite. One of Sarah's two best friends.

Mrs. Hewitt: Sarah's math teacher. At 35, Mrs. Hewitt is kind, curvaceous, and a friend to all the students. 

Lilac & Pond: The very small, petite, Filipino twins who's only noticeable difference is predisposition to lipstick. Lilac with purple and Pond with red.

Lizabet: At Sarah's height of about 5'9, the Canadian is a cyclist and runner, with large legs and fantastic backside, contrasted with a pert, smaller breasts in an athletically 'bottom heavy' look. She has very straight sandy brown hair and a cute smile. She is involved in Sarah's torment in a sort of unwilling yet willing way, and Sarah maintains positive feelings towards the incredibly shy girl.

Mykala: The Barista who initiated Sarah's experience. In her late 30s with blonde hair and pale skin, Mykala is your typical soccer mom looking woman.

Olive: The tall, 5'11, half German, half Asian girl who is seen as Aphra's 'second in command' often. She is built like Sarah, except more on the tall and a bit less on the curvy, with nicely bronzed skin and shoulder length black hair.

Rain: Sarah's other best friend that Sarah is trying to protect from getting compromising photos of leaked. 

Sarah: The girl telling the story. Half Spanish and half Iranian, Sarah has the bronzed skin and dark brown hair and mix of facial features from both her ancestries, with all the curves and full bust/bottom of the Spanish and the big brown eyes middle east.

Mrs. Touhy: Sarah's dreaded art teacher. She wears thick framed black 'hipster' glasses, long, straight, fire engine red hair parted right down the middle, with a big smile. She has some tattoos, with her left arm completely covered in a sleeve of tattoos while her right arm is bare. She tends to play favorites with the students, and she and Sarah have never seen eye to eye.


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Part 2:

"Take off your clothes," Aphra had said. Why did those words make my insides stir with more than just fear?

I did as instructed, but tried to cover myself as much as possible while I removed everything from my body.

In front of me, as you may remember, was Aphra, Olive, and Lizabet. Everyone else in our train car was passed out, drugged by the Queen. I looked to Mrs. Hewitt again. If only she would just wake up. 

Into the train car filed Lilac and Pond, the tiny Filipino twins whose only difference was there purple vs. red lipstick. Mrs. Touhy also came in with her fire-engine red hair and body art. Behind her was Mykala, the soccer mom barista who seemed to be following us everywhere. Then came a new face. Mariah.

Mariah (pronounced as 'Maria' though), is, obviously, a classmate of mine. As was often the norm with our school, Mariah Akerson was a halfie of Brazilian and Swedish descent, both of which shown in splashes all over her. She had a lithe, dancers body with wavy, light brown hair. Her skin tone took more after her Brazilian roots, but her eyes were a bright blue like the sky. She walked in smiling away, but seemed a little nervous at the same time. 

Everyone was holding bags as they came in. Mykala put a sleeping mask on me, blinding me, and I heard a lot of zippers opening and rummaging of cloth. When it was removed and I opened my eyes, everyone had changed into identical clothes. Long, black sundresses. Some of them were strapless, others strapped, others halter tops, but they all showed seemed thin and soft and clearly no one had anything on underneath.

All the newcomers managed to sit around our cubicle. They squeezed into the seats and the rest sat on the floor. All except for Mrs. Touhy. She sat on Mrs. Hewitt's unconscious lap and started to kiss Mrs. Hewitt's lips and squeeze her large, rounded breasts. 

"Can I just take her to the other room or something?" Touhy asked rhetorically. Everyone laughed but me. I just kept my hands over my body in disgust.

Mykala stood from her chair when everyone was settled and got her bag out from under the table. It was gigantic, like a hiking bag, but twice that size. 

They approached me and Mykala said, "The Queen commands that you don't resist. Or else this will just be worse." I nodded as Mykala wrapped a blindfold around me, then set her back next to me and started to sift through it.

"Please resist," I heard Pond, "it'll be all the more fun for us!" The girls all laughed, even Mariah. Mariah and I had done been lab partners back in chemistry. She had always been nice and hard working, but I guess that mattered for just about nothing. 

I felt my hands being pulled away from my breasts and reluctantly let them be taken, my wrists were tied by a strong material I later realized was rope, but was remarkably soft on my skin. I heard something happening above me and without warning both my arms were hoisted up and outwards in front of me at 45 degree angles. 

Then I felt lots of hands on me, lifting my whole body, suspending me horizontally above the ground except for my pulled up arms. Each of my legs were made to bend completely, my calves touching the backs of my thighs, and then tied up so that they stayed bent like that.

As they held me more soft rope enveloped me. One around my clavicle, another right under my breasts, another at my waist, more around each of my legs, all of them suspended from the ceiling. When they were done it was like I was splayed in doggy style in mid air except my arms were up and outwards, showing off my chest and my legs were spread wide. I was so scared yet, oddly, not too uncomfortable. 

The blind fold came off and I realized I wasn't truly scared yet. I was tied so my front was facing the table, and Aphra and Mariah were standing in front of me...holding crops. I'm not sure how high I was up, but I was at eye level with Aphra, so I suppose a little above 5 feet. 

With everyone else still seated, the two girls separated and walked along my sides, both of them dragging the crops along the sides of my body until they reached my ass and raised them up. They met behind me and, with the way the lights were angled, I could see their reflections in the window. 

Both the girls had strapless dresses on. Mariah stood behind Aphra, who she was at least a head taller than, and pulled on her dress so her perky breasts popped out and started to cup them with her hands. 

Aphra raised her crop and poked it onto my pussy, rubbing it. 

"Mmmph." I tried to stifle my noise. But god it felt amazing. Until it didn't.

THAP.

With a flick of her wrist Aphra's crop came down on my left ass cheek. Mariah came out from behind her and hit me as well.

THAP. 

Straight on the right ass cheek. Both strikes hurt more than I had expected them to for such small strokes. But I gritted my teeth to keep from making noise. 

Lilac came up and stood behind Mariah, pulling her dress down and playing with her breasts. I heard her 'ooo' and 'ahh' at the feeling, like she was getting a massage, which I suppose she sort of was. Pond stood and did the same to Aphra.

THAP. THAP. 

Two strikes, one from each of them again on both my cheeks. I grunted out in pain. Mrs. Touhy finally got off Mrs. Hewitt and stood right in front of me, looking into my eyes through her thick framed glasses. I looked passed her to the reflection to see Mariah and Aphra kissing a long kiss, tongues swirling, then nodded to each other. I gulped as they brought the crops up high.

THAP. THAP.

"Ah!" I screamed that time, and Touhy shoved her tongue in my mouth and began to kiss me with very wide kiss. 

THAP THAP. THAP THAP. 

Two shots from both of them as I screamed into Touhy's mouth and she sucked on my tongue.

For a time the crops stopped being used and I just shared the kiss with my dreaded art teacher. It was like an angry kiss. Rough and sloppy, but it was making me forget the pain. In fact it was once again making me-

THAP. THAP.

"Shit!" I said, released from Touhy's mouth. My ass felt hot and sore.

THAP. THAP.

The rope ties were beginning to feel tighter with each swing of the crops. 

"Twins, come here," Touhy said, backing away from me. Lilac and Pond went to Touhy, making Aphra and Mariah frown in complaint. They took their disappointment out on me.

THAP THAP THAP. THAP THAP THAP.

Three shots from each of them this time as tears welled in my eyes and I moaned out. I mean, cried out. As I cried out.

The twins got to Touhy and she sat on the edge of the table in the middle. She had both the twins bend over the tables on either side of her, pulling up their dresses to expose their asses. 

"I've seen your instructions, there's nothing in there that permits fondling your classmates the way you just did!"

"I'm sorry!" They said in unison of fear. Touhy just raised her hands up.

"Count!" She yelled, before sending her hands down.

ONE.

THAP. THAP.

All three of us yelled. I was afraid for the twins. They were so small I thought they might break. 

TWO.

THREE.

Lilac and Pond held hands as Olive and Lizabet tried to comfort them respectively. I closed my eyes, but Touhy turned around and tapped my shoulder until I opened my eyes. She was making me watch.

FOUR.

FIVE.

THAP. THAP.

Couldn't they alternate instead of hitting both cheeks every damn time?!

Touhy sent the last half differently. She had the twins turn around and pull off their dresses, then stay standing, but lean back on the table. I watched as Touhy's long tattooed arm and her bare arm reached down and began to rub their mounds. The girls made soft 'mmm' sounds at the attention.

SIX.

Without warning Touhy flicked her wrist and slapped down on both the girls' mounds. They yelled out in agony as Touhy began to rub them again. After a few seconds their eyes fluttered closed trying to enjoy the attention again.

SEVEN.

With this outcry the girls became more weary of the pleasure. 

EIGHT.

NINE.

Touhy rubbed on the girls for a full minute, making soft gentle circles on their clits. I watched her hand, her tattooed on wedding ring was making an blurry circle as it rubbed faster and faster and the twins began to breath heavily in pleasure. Touhy stopped her rubbing and grabbed them both by the hair and pretty much threw them onto the table on their backs. When they were there she sent the last one down.

TEN.

When it was over Lilac was crying and Olive was kissing her and Pond was petting her hair trying to calm her down. Their asses were so red. They were rather tan, so our skin tones were kind of similar, making me think my own backside probably didn't look too much better. Which reminded me, I hadn't been hit in a while. They were probably enjoying the show too much. 

Mariah was walking by me now, her crop no where in sight. Her piercing blue eyes looked into mine. I started to think about her sister and her matching eyes, but we'll get to her later.

Lilac and Pond went behind me to join Aphra, who's reflection was now blocked from my view.

Mariah crouched down under me with a smile and took my left nipple in her mouth without warning. Olive suddenly rose, approached, and did the same to my right. Their tongues swirled and their lips sucked and I just hung their with no other choice but to enjoy it. And I did. Each time their tongue hit me it was like a message to my body to get even more wet. 

Then I felt more tongues.

What I assumed were Lilac and Pond began to lick my ass cheeks where I had been getting spanked, easing my pain and making me sigh with pleasure and relief. The four mouths worked gently on me and I was just starting to work up a moan when I felt the twins pull off of me. Uh-oh.

THAP THAP.

Aphra had both crops now, and sent them both down on me. The instant they left my skin I felt the flats of tongues on me again, easing the pain, and Olive and Mariah were still playing with my breasts. It was such a strange sensation of hurting and then immediate relief that confused my brain, but had a very straightforward, obvious effect between my legs.

"You guys have to see how wet she is," Aphra said, prompting almost everyone to go stand behind me, including the girls at my nipples, making me frown and curse under my breath. Only the sweet Lizabet and sinister Touhy stayed in front of me. Lizabet was trying her best not to look at me, and Touhy was trying to eat me with her eyes.

"Everyone gets a shot!" Aphra announced. And then they came. First to the right, then the left.

THAP. THAP. THAP. THAP. THAP. THAP. THAP. 

THAP. THAP. THAP. THAP. THAP. THAP. THAP. 

When it was over I was working to hold back a sob, but a few tears were rolling down my cheeks nonetheless. My hair was damp with sweat and my body was stiff and sore. I just wanted to stretch my legs and twist my back but remained immobile while the girls all talked about my wetness.

Touhy approached me and licked my face to clean up the tears. She was tender, but controlling.

Without warning I started to get untied. My legs were allowed to be unbend, my wrists and waist freed, it was intricately done, as if they'd practiced, so that my body was lowered slowly and gently...but it was the wrong way. They allowed my legs to be unbent and hoisted me up by the ankles higher, letting the rest of my body hang until I was upside down.

"Who's gonna be the right height?" Aphra announced before walking up to me, "Damnit!" She cursed. 

I felt the warmth of my blood rushing down as one by one they all stood in front of me, matching up their bodies to mine, trying to find a fit. I wasn't sure how long I could stay like that.

"Looks like we have a winner!" I heard Aphra say. I craned my neck to see Mariah, who was very tall, and saw that her sex was lined up with my mouth.

"Better be quick or you might pass out," Mariah told me as she raised her dress. I could already feel that to be a possibility with the inversion and movement of the train. So I wasted no time in reaching forward and grabbing the half Brazilian's ass, pulling her too me. 

The angles were strange. She tiptoed so that when I craned my neck upward her sex was above me. She lowered onto my mouth so I was kissing her pussy lips, the third ones I ever had, making her sigh. My tongue made its way out and down, forgetting that was where the clit was in this angle, and she almost jumped in pleasure. 

I hated what they were doing to me. How they were treating me, how they were just throwing me every which way, thinking they could do whatever they wanted. But damn if tasting her didn't make me hornier. I was ready to explode at a touch.

Mariah got tired of wearing her dress and threw it off. Her hands reached down and pawed at my breasts as I sucked in her clit and her whole body stiffened. It was for her own pleasure, but the attention to my chest felt nice. Mariah started to move against me but quickly realized how much that limited me and stopped, focusing her kinetic energy into playing with my inverted breasts. They were just happy not to be hanging so uncomfortably.

My mouth got wider and she yelled something in Portuguese, I took it as a good sign and continued with my tongue's pattern of pressing on her clit while my lips suckled away at whatever they could touch. I felt her move around and I hugged her body closer to me just as she began to buckle a little at the weight of the ecstasy that hit her and my mouth. Just as she was screaming out, I felt it.

My ass was spread and a tongue dove into it. I moaned out loudly but had it muffled by Mariah's sex in my mouth. The tongue toyed with my rosebud, trying to poke its way inside. It made my pussy so hot and I could feel myself get close as my face was flooded with Mariah's finale. My body began to tremble just as Mariah's orgasm finished and she pulled off my mouth...but then so did the mouth on me.

No!

I shook around in frustration as I was lowered to the ground. I hated them for what they were doing, but almost more for not allowing me to reach satisfaction in it. My hand reached for myself unconsciously, but I remembered my surroundings and stopped. I closed my eyes in my dizziness as hands helped me onto the floor. 

The dragged me by the table. Some cloth was under me and they sat me down with my back to the seats. A body straddled me making me open my eyes.

Above me was Mrs. Touhy. Her hair and perfect teeth and tattoos shining off her, even in her black dress, as the sunlight burned through window. For a second her smile looked almost sweet, until it didn't. Once again she licked my face, kissed me controllingly, took me for herself in my daze.

"You taste great on her," she told Mariah, who thanked her genuinely. Touhy's hand went under her dress and rubbed herself for a moment, then brought it up and to my mouth, rubbing her wet hand all over my face and in my hair and breasts. It felt so dirty, and enticing. I wanted to pound my pelvis up into her, but I also didn't want to be tied up again.

"Just remember who tastes the best," she whispered in my ear before getting off of me. Lizabet then sat next to me with my bag. I thought she was going to help me dress but instead she produced my shirt and apologized as she covered my face with it, blinding my sight. I began to hear all the women change again and something else. Wrappers.

Lizabet seemed to be opening some of those lollipops that I had been made to buy. I also heard her change after.

When the shirt was removed from my face everyone seemed to be wearing their normal clothes again, like nothing had happened. Then I felt a hard substance on my sex, and looked down to see Lizabet rubbing me with a lollipop. My eyes fluttered shut immediately to enjoy the sensation, but it was gone very soon. She did the same with a few more, each time giving me hope, adding to my piggy bank of foreplay, but never giving me anything once she had all the pops done.

Then the girls lined up and they all got ones of their own, Lizabet repeating the process numerous times until they were all sucking on their own pops. Lizabet didn't take one for herself though.

They all watched as I got dressed in new clothes they presented me. A faded green tank top and tempo shorts. Once again they were from my personal wardrobe. I was just happy about getting a bra this time, too bad I wasn't as lucky in the panties department, there were none to be found. 

Lizabet stashed the rest of the lollipops back in the bag.  With it were the other items they had me buy earlier. The feather duster, teddy bear, the magazine, and the three bars of chocolate.

We sat for a little while and about 10 minutes before the train stopped people started waking up. I heard Mrs. Hewitt smack her lips a few times and apologized to her under my breath.

As the train stopped Aphra stood before anyone else.

"Come with me," Aphra told me. I sighed. I still felt weak and stiff and dirty, but I followed her and we went to the edge of the train car. I looked through the window and faintly saw into the next one over. What she said next shaped a lot of the events of my weekend.

"You see those five girls there?" She asked me, pointing at a group of girls squeezed around a table in the next car over. I nodded. "Those girls have no idea what's going on this weekend. If you can fuck them, you can get a hint as to who the Queen is. Each fuck comes with a hint. The sooner you fuck them, the sooner you get the hints, the sooner this is all over." Her hand squeezed my tender ass, "Unless you don't want it to be."




School Trip of Control Pt. 02



The doors opened and the two of us waited as everyone filed out.

"Are you alright Sarah? You look like you may faint." Mrs. Hewitt asked me.

"Yeah, I'm fine, just a little motion sick, don't like trains." At least I didn't any more.

Aphra beckoned for me to go ahead of her once everyone in our car was out. The second I was in front of her her hand was in my pants, and her wet finger made its way into my ass, forcing its way one knuckle deep. I cursed in pain but also was happy the shorts were black, otherwise the wet spot would be getting noticeable. 

"So you don't run away," she whispered to me. We walked slowly and stood in the back of the large crowd of our fellow students that was gathered outside. Olive came back and stood behind me to make us appear more normal. I tried to distract myself.

"Those five," I asked Aphra, "are those the only five that aren't involved?"

"No, there are more, those five are just the ones that were chosen for some reason," Olive answered for her.

"How many more?" 

"I couldn't tell you if I knew Sarah," Olive said, "We all have our own instructions, and they're really specific."

I nodded and looked over to the five girls I had been told about. Sindy, Reshy, Oslin, Blake, and Citrine. Don't bother trying to remember them, we'll get to them later.

A woman stood up on a few boxes she had laid down. She had a tight white tank top that showed off shapely breasts, and over that an opened up button down, with the sleeves rolled up. She was short, but had curves, like Haley. Her skin was sun kissed, well, more like the sun made out with it over time. As a result she was well tanned with little freckles around her small nose with a cute upturn on the end. It was clear she spent a lot of time outside. Her legs shared the same tan, and were shown off nicely in her khaki short shorts. 

Around her neck was a whistle that fell right between her breasts along with her Auburn hair. She raised it to her mouth and made it sing to quiet us down. My terribly messed up mind and body at that time envied the whistle. 

"Good afternoon Pecan Lock's!" She belted out, greeting us. She seemed peppy and fun. But I couldn't help ask Olive the time after hearing 'Good afternoon'. My heart sank when she told me it was only 3:00. So much had happened, and there was so much day still left.

The woman addressing us continued, "My name is Katie and I'll be helping you all out through our weekend together! Now if everyone would follow me lets get to the buses and we'll be at Strawberry Springs in no time at all!"

At that point Aphra told me I could go and I ran off to the buses. Oh the buses. I'm still wishing for the buses. I sat next to Haley, with Rain in front of us, turned around the whole time as we talked about nothing as we always did. It was one of the few times that weekend I found solace from the Queen. 

But it was over fast.

Everyone exited the buses and once again stood in a big group as Katie set up and climbed her boxes to address us again.

"Ok girls a few announcements before we get on with our day and you can stop hearing my annoying yell!" We laughed. "So first things first, once again, my name is Katie, and this woman to my right is Amelia." A woman had walked up dressed similarly and equally beautiful to Katie but much taller. She was probably in her late 30's with a slender figure and light red hair. Katie continued,

"Today you will all be broken up into groups we've already planned out for you. They will be lead by our a few of our counselors, myself, Amelia, and your own Mrs. Hewitt and Mrs. Touhy. Don't panic about your groups, they only really matter for today. Right now your teachers will be leading you to your bunks and you'll all be assigned your groups. Right now it's...3:20, we convene for today's activities at 4:10 sharp!"

With that I stuck to Rain and Haley as much as I could until we got to the bunks. 

There were two rooms of bunks. Both were shaped like the letter D. The curve was lined completely with bunks. At the end of each curve were entry/exits, and the straight line had only three bunks between the entry ways. 

Mrs. Hewitt went around and assigned us all our beds. I got lucky as I was assigned the bottom bunk in the middle of the three bunks on the straight line, with Haley and Rain on my left and right respectively. Mrs. Hewitt had always known the girls well, and she seemed to place everyone somewhere they'd be happy with.

"Well there goes any chance of sleep," Haley laughed. Above her was Olive, above me was Lizabet, and above Rain was Aphra. That did enough to scare me again.

"Snacks in the mess hall, anyone who wants some follow me!" Mrs. Hewitt announced as she finished up our assignments. Rain and Haley started to leave but Aphra grabbed my arm and whispered to me that I had to stay. I made up a headache excuse to my friends and sat at the foot of my bed waiting for whatever was going to happen. 

A few girls were left in the room as Aphra and Mrs. Touhy stood in front of me. With them were Mariah, Lizabet, and Olive, people who were quickly becoming some usual suspects.  I rolled my eyes at seeing the all them again. At this point there wasn't much they could do to me that would really phase me.

SLAP. 

I honestly can't say I remember a time when I've been hit harder than the slap Mrs. Touhy sent across my face. It almost sent me off the bed and tears immediately began welling in my eyes as she just walked out of the room.

"Don't get cocky bitch," she sad just before she disappeared from view.

Aphra knelt in front of me and spread my legs open. Her hands creeped up my inner thighs and into my shorts until her finger tips were on the flesh right around my pussy lips. I gasped in suspense but her hands stayed there and moved in little circles, never encroaching onto or into my sex as my I leaned back on my palms, closing my eyes to the gentle touch.

"Mmmm," I heard Aphra moan, making me open my eyes. Her running shorts had been pulled down and her friend Mariah's hand was working fingers inside her. Aphra detracted her hands from me, pulling my shorts off along the way, and flipped onto her back. Mariah had two fingers inside Aphra and then clamped her mouth on the Asian girl's clit.

"Oh holy shit!" Aphra yelled, her eyes opening wide as Mariah picked up her pace and sucked harder than Aphra had expected. Mariah looked up at me with her eyes and it made me shiver. I was all but soaking at that point, but I didn't dare touch myself. 

Aphra squirmed under Mariah's control. Olive, who I hadn't noticed had removed her clothes, crawled up perpendicular to Aphra and kissed her softly. They began to kiss at a 90 degree angle as Aphra  moaned into Olive's mouth. Lizabet was kneeling demurely, fully clothed, behind Olive. 

"Oh fuck!" Aphra yelled breaking the kiss and beginning to come. Just as she did Lizabet seemed to take the queue to lean forward and stick her tongue onto Olive's ass. Aphra reached up and cradled Olive's head as she came and Olive began to close her eyes to the sensations of Lizabet's licking of her rosebud.

Aphra's writhing slowed and she hungrily kissed Olive in the afterglow, tousling their hair everywhere while Mariah came around to sit behind me. She pulled my head in and kissed me deeply, her tongue sticking in my mouth as far as it will go before roughly pulling away and forcing my head back to watch the scene before me.

Olive looked close, but frustrated as she moved her ass against Lizabet's mouth. Her rosebud didn't look like it was doing the trick for making her come this time. 

"Oh my god," I gasped. Mariah's had suddenly reached forward and moved half of her middle finger inside of me. My body immediately felt the pleasure at the long awaited attention. Was this it? Was this when I would get to come?

"Soon enough," she whispered in my ear, before pulling it out of me and leaving me on the bed. My body had gotten so hot I could feel my pulse in my ears.

"That's enough," Mariah said circling around to Lizabet, "I won't tell if you guys won't." She pushed Lizabet aside and sent her tongue onto Olive's ass, but her hand stuck a finger inside the girl and Olive screamed out in joy. Aphra looked nervous for a second but just went back to kissing Olive's neck as her tall friend began to come, her breasts hanging and shaking with each vibration of orgasm through her body.

It was all over faster than I realized. 

Olive fell to her side for a moment before lustfully kissing Mariah in thanks. Aphra stood and grabbed me by the hair.

"Ow!" I screamed as she threw me to the ground on all fours. She pressed her front into my back and squeezed my breasts a little before getting off and then straddling my back as she were riding me like a horse. It was humiliating but, like everything lately, a huge turn on.

She leaned forward and put her mouth near my ear to speak, with one hand still firmly holding my hair. I could feel her mound, slick with come, pressing on my back.

"There's something for you in the next room," she whispered, giving my ear a little lick, "but first, it's been a while since you were cleaned up."

She got off me and pulled me to my feet, handing my hair over to Mykala, who, again, seemed to appear out of no where. 

I was dragged out of the room and to the showers. They were your basic community showers with 10 small square shower areas. At the end of the shower area though was a more gym shower looking area of just 5 shower heads on the wall and a large open space under all of them. As Mykala dragged me into one of the squares I saw Lizabet go into another one, while Aphra, Olive, and Mariah all giggled their way into the open space. The last thing I saw was Mariah wink at me before Mykala began the clean up routine.

It wasn't that bad this time, and when it was over the two of us were just standing in one of the square showers. She had a black sports bra and white running tights on, allowing them to get drenched in the water as I rinsed off my naked body. She had fallen to an awfully silent state ever since our first encounter at the coffee shop, like she was just some worker in the background.

The curtain opened in a flash and Mrs. Touhy stood before us. I covered myself out of instinct. She just rolled her eyes and pointed to the corner of the room.

"Remember to clean up these showers again once your done," she told Mykala, who just nodded. 

As Mrs. Touhy left, Lizabet stepped out of her shower wrapped in a towel. Touhy grabbed it and yanked it off her body in one pull. Lizabet yelped and tried to cover herself, making eye contact with me and blushing just before running away. 

I went back to washing off, the curtain now fully open. I wanted to close it, but Mykala didn't let me.

"Why are you doing this, what's in it for you?" I finally asked Mykala. She seemed like an awfully random participant in all of this. She just smiled at me and looked me up and down, before lifting her bra up over her breasts, but keeping it on. 

"Ok, I'm done, what next?" I asked. 

Mykala moved under the water and let her hair get drenched, wiping her face downwards with her hand, leaving a trail of black makeup down from each eye. She just stood there, like she knew. Knew that I wouldn't be able to resist her. Knew that there was nothing stopping me from sucking on her tiny nipples and sticking my hand down her pants. Knew that even in the shower I could feel myself getting aroused and wet all over again.

So I dove at her and sucked at her breast and rubbed at her pants like it was my job. Like I'd done it a million times and not in fact only been exposed to any sort of lesbian activity just that morning. I struggled my hand inside her wet leggings, moved to the other nipple, rubbed at her in just the right way. I had her coming soon and fast and hard as the water bounced off her stained face and she screamed into the top of my head. And then I came to the somewhat sad realization that my torture was both making me enjoy this, and making me good at it.

When it was over Mykala pushed me out and I had nothing to wear or do. I called out of the bathroom, "Hello?" But there was no answer. I mustered up the courage to run out to my bunk, the cold air hitting me and stiffening my nipples instantly as goosebumps raised on my skin. I got to my the large room of bunks and it was deserted. As I ran to my bed I remembered our luggage hadn't arrived yet. I had nothing to wear and nothing to even dry myself with, but just as I began to cover myself an panic I heard a noise above me.

"Sarah," a small voice whispered. I looked up above my bed to see Lizabet in hers, a big textbook in her lap. Just like her to be studying with free time.

Before I could say anything she was tossing me a couple of towels, her eyes trying their best to look somewhere else. She then lowered a hair dryer down to me by the cord.

"Thanks," I said. Lizabet was actively involved in everything I had been going through, but it was hard to be mad at her. Still, I wasn't going to shower her with gratitude, especially since towels and the blow dryer were all I got. 

I dried myself as best I could and wrapped a towel around my body, going to the head of my bed to plug in and blow dry my hair. I could see her better standing at that angle. Her long, big legs, and sandy hair, and...

"What're you studying?" I asked her, trying to make some kind of conversation. I'm not sure why, I guess I wanted to feel normal for a little bit. The dirty thoughts just flooded my mind and kept my body flooded with heat so much I wanted to feel normal for a second.

"Calc," she answered. She raised her voice but I could still barely hear her over the blow dryer's hum.

"Need any help?" I am 100% sure Lizabet is 10 times smarter than I am, but math is where I can be of some use. 

"I'm ok I think, thanks, just trying to figure out this optimization problem..."

I set the tool down and climbed the ladder, poking my head above her lap to see what was going on in her problem.

"Did you take the derivative of that equation you have there?" I asked her, pointing to her work.

"Yeah, it doesn't help."

"Implicitly?" 

She paused. "Oh darn it, that was so dumb." She backed away from me a little and reworked her problem. She seemed so frustrated with herself. It was kind of sad, but also kind of cute. I contemplated joining her on the bed. Maybe her orders were rather loose?

"Hey slut, we have something for you!" I heard a call from behind me. I sighed and almost apologized to Lizabet as I climbed down the ladder to see Mrs. Touhy. 

I followed her. This woman was around an awful lot and seemed to have a lot of control. Perhaps Mrs. Touhy herself was the Queen, but I doubted that the Queen would be getting her hands as dirty as Touhy had been. And I dared not take a guess until I was sure, especially after the train incident.

"Any chance of getting some clothes?" I asked her.

"Sure," she answered, "when we want you to have them."

We walked through a long hall and when we opened up the other side we were in an area identical to our bunks, near the entrance to the second D shaped room.

Mrs. Touhy pointed into the room. "See there? That looks like a target to me."

I looked inside the room to see Oslin, one of the five girls I was to seduce for my clues. I immediately felt sick. I wanted this to be over, but I don't know if I was willing to pull other girls into this twisted game.

"I don't know if I can-" Touhy clamped her tattooed hand on my mouth and produced her phone.

"We've been saving these," she said, handing me the phone. It was another horrible photo of Rain with a random woman, the motivation for all of this in the first place.

"You know what," I said, shoving the phone back to her, "Rain is a big girl. She can handle something like this, she's not shy. I can't do this anymore."

I was surprised Touhy stayed so calm. Not even a flick to me, let alone a slap. No, no violence, just a smile, as she handed the phone back to me.

I looked down to see the same picture and instinctively swiped to the side. And up appeared a photo of me, tied up, naked, and blindfolded on the train.

I gulped, "I can handle it too," I said defiantly. But then I swiped one more picture and my heart sank. 

It was Haley. Haley in a picture similar to Rain's, astride a woman, practically riding her face, the both of them totally naked. I couldn't see the woman but I just noticed an ankle tattoo of a hummingbird before I shoved the phone back in Touhy's grasp. Tears welled in my eyes. What had my friends gotten themselves into? Or, unless...

Touhy continued. "So I made sure the room is clear Sarah, take Oslin for yourself. There are no rules when you're with a someone not under the Queen's instructions. You can do anything. But remember, you have maybe 20 minutes max before everyone comes back and it's time for the day to start!" And she pushed me in the room. Luckily Oslin, who was sitting on her bed, didn't look up from whatever had her attention.

Too many thoughts ran through my head in lightning speed as I stood there for a moment before approaching her.

The first was whether I was really going to do this, but I quickly resolved that I had to.

The second was the scariest. Rain and Haley, my best friends, or maybe not? Rain I understood with the pictures. I mean, I didn't understand, but I could see her getting in that situation, but Haley? Haley was proper and classy and didn't venture out to behavior even a little risque. Once Rain and I had managed to get some beers and played a drinking game with a few friends in our dorm and Haley attended but didn't participate. How could she be caught in such a situation? Unless she was in fact pulling the strings? No, no that wasn't possible. It was a bigger chance of being Rain than her...so maybe it's Rain? No, that's ridiculous, absolutely ridiculous. I did my best to force the thought out of my head and started walking forward to Oslin.

The first thing you should know about Oslin Akerman is that she's Mariah's half-sister (there are a lot of those around here. The rich parents tend to just send their children to the same place). So she has the same crystal blue eyes as Mariah's. While Mariah's tended to pierce because of the contrast to her tanned skin, Oslin's popped because they were just big and kind. She shared the Swedish father with Mariah, but had a German mother, and so, not surprisingly, she ended up with blonde hair that was very wavy and fell to slightly past shoulders. She had a bit of a tan from working on it and she still carried some baby fat. She wasn't a big girl at all, she just tended to spend time with her slender sister and it invited comparisons between Mariah's model face and Oslin's plumper cheeks. 

I started getting excited as I approached her. Besides Mykala, I had been surrounded by brunettes with decently sized breasts all day. Nothing wrong with brunettes or small to medium sized breasts at all, I just got excited at the contrast that Oslin held. For a second I tried to chide myself for being excited but then realized it would probably help with what was to happen.

As I neared Oslin she finally looked up at me and gaped for a moment, before looking around to see if anyone else was noticing the girl approaching her in just a towel. 

I guess I left out the most important thing about her. Oslin is openly gay. She doesn't make it her identity or advertise it constantly, but it was a rumor she confirmed when it got out and it ended up making some girls uncomfortable. My friends and I still hung out with her, and her sister tried her best to bring her along whenever she went out. The two of them were protective over the other, but it was easy to see that Oslin was somewhat isolated at the school. As evidenced by not including the one open lesbian in the school on the plan all about sexually playing with me.




School Trip of Control Pt. 02



"Hey Oslin, do you have a hair tie I could borrow?" I asked her. She curled her hair behind her ear and looked at me, trying to keep her eyes on mine, and not on my legs that the small towel exposed. She started to blush and look around for a hair tie. Her left arm was full of little bead bracelets and bands and even a couple of hair ties, but she didn't realize in her flustered state.

"Oh, yeah, sure," she said. She wasn't a shy person at all, but I had caught her off guard.

"Sorry, no one else really seems to be around and I really needed one."

"It's no problem," she smiled, standing and handing me a hair tie, "I've got these things everywhere." She was wearing a long, dark blue, strapless sundress that reached her feet with a beautiful pendant necklace. She rubbed her bare arms trying to calm her nerves as I adjusted my towel a little.

I accepted it with a smile and looked down at her bed. There was a worn composition notebook lying open on it. 

"What's this?" I asked, picking it up. I tend to have a problem with personal boundaries. 

"Oh nothing!" She almost yelled, reaching to yank it from my hands, but not before I had seen an image on the inside.

She peered at me squinted eyes and a smile. "All right buster, how much did ya see?" She joked in a fake sheriff accent, trying to cover up the matter.

I held up my hands, "Nothing, just ink and paper." We laughed as she sat back down on the edge of her bed. In reality I had seen something. A little heart in the corner with a name written in it. It was cliche, but still cute. The name on the inside had been Lizabet's. 

I sat down with her and she got nervous again, so she joked,

"Think you may have forgotten a few things in the clothing department," she told me, looking down at her now closed notebook and thumbing the corner. I needed to speed things up, I had maybe 18 minutes.

"I have another favor to ask you," I said, as I started to stroke her shoulder with a knuckle.

She laughed a little nervously and continued to jest, "I don't know Sarah. I mean, I already gave you a hair tie, one woman can only do so much...heh..."

I didn't laugh. "Can you show me?" I asked her, purposefully leaving the end of the sentence out.

Oslin looked up at me finally, "Show you what?" 

I purposefully grew more timid as I continued. "I've been curious lately. I, I know I don't want a date or anything like that, I just want, someone. But not a man." I almost cringed at the seed of truth within my lie.

"Are you sure?" She asked. Oh god, I'm evil. This girl was too sweet for this. I just hoped she would never find out why I was doing what I was doing.

"I'm sure."

Oslin nodded and scooted a little closer to me, placing her hand on mine. "Ok, well, we don't really have much time but to do much-"

"Do as much as we can," I said. I'm not sure how far I needed to go for my hint but I wasn't going to risk not getting it on a technicality.

"Ok, just, trust me, and if it's too much just tell me." 

In response I let my towel fall off my body and she drank in every inch of me with her big blue eyes. She took me by the cheeks and kissed me softly. Her lips tasted like mangos.

"Mmm," I let out against her. It had been so long since I had been consensually intimate with some one. If it counted as consent, I'm not really sure.

She was staying respectful of me, so I initiated some tongue and we exchanged quick trips into each others mouths with our tongues as I lied down, my head resting at the foot of her bed, and she climbed on my naked body. She broke the kiss and started to kiss down my neck, her hand coming up to my breast.

"Oh yes," I said involuntarily. I typically don't speak during sex but the attention felt amazing, so I continued, "Keep going. Touch me!" I breathed out. My hands traveled the soft fabric off her dress, traveling her back with firm contact and landing on her ass, with a squeeze.

"Mmph," I got out of her. She reached my collar bone as she pulled more moans out of me with a pull of my nipple. "Soon enough," she whispered.

"No," I exhaled, "no time, now. I want these now." I reached and held her big breasts in my hands. The blonde had gone bra-less in the sundress, and I could feel the wait of them almost fully in my fingers.

"You're right," she said, her hand hovering over my sex, "is this ok?" I nodded frantically and she lowered her hand onto me. 

I shuddered immediately like someone had electrocuted me. The contact of her full palm on my dripping mound was incredible. 

"Oh shit," she reacted to my wetness. I had never heard her curse before, I almost patted myself on the back. I pulled at her dress and had her breasts falling out right at my face. I opened my mouth hungrily and filled it with as much of her flesh as I could and sucked hard, matching the mesmerizing pleasure of her hand rubbing my sex. I was already so close.

"Oooo, just like that Sarah, that's terrific," Oslin told me as I sucked on her breast, letting my tongue move around inside and play with her nipples. My leg had unconsciously come up, sticking my knee in the air and allowing Oslin to grind herself on my thigh. As my hands squeezed at her fabric covered ass again she finally put a finger inside me slightly and hooked it up.

"Mphyod!" I screamed, muffled by Oslin's large breasts. I held her tight and she rocked back and forth on my leg, making her finger move in just the perfect way. She started moving faster and I could already feel it about to happen. All the build up, all the time on the train and before, all the teasing. It all flashed through my head as I sucked and shut my eyes to feel that one last push.

It was like for a split second everything was calm, and there was no movement, not sound, just the moment. The exact second of eruption. Time stood still for just a moment in ecstasy. 

And then it all came back.

"MMMMMMAAPHAUKCK!" I screamed into Oslin, who smiled down at me with her baby blues, her blonde hair, dampening slightly with sweat, surrounding her face. I felt like my pussy was going to explode right off my body. It made my entire body tighten and relax, then tighten, then relax as it did on Oslin's finger. My hands clenched at her body, my toes at the sheets, then released, then dug back in as the waves kept hitting and Oslin just kept moving her finger and her own sex along my thigh. Even through the dress I could feel some dampness there and it just made me even more aroused and added to the shaking that was my still powerful orgasm. The aftershocks were hitting so fast it was like it's own climax as my body jerked in random directions with each hit and Oslin finally began to slow down her finger, and then pulled it out of me.

The blonde kept riding my leg as she felt for my right breast again with her soaked hand and leaned down to suck on the other one. I cradled her head as she sucked on my nipple and tweaked the other one, trying to hold back my cries of pleasure while she put her own moans into my chest. 

I tugged at her dress and she got off my globe, "Don't," she whispered through exhales of pleasure, "I'm huge." 

I gave her a small spank and she looked at me surprised, but I just looked back. As steely eyed as a hyper sensitive girl getting her nipples played with could. So she lifted up for a split second and let her dress be pulled of her beautiful body. She went back to suckling me and I danced my hands all over her as she rode my thigh, getting progressively harder with each hump down and more frantic in her moans. 

I myself was in bliss at her touch and mouth, like a string connecting my sex and my breasts was being plucked again and again. But Oslin would beat me too it. I felt my thigh start getting wetter and her cries got loud, even in their muffled state as her face morphed into the distressed face of pleasure seeking an orgasm, to the ultra distressed O-face of having one. She released my breast and leaned up, moving my leg down flat and grinding herself against it as fast as she could as if to get every second of climax out of her body. Her hands came down on my breasts for support as she breathed out hard in orgasm, but stayed surprising quiet up until finally slowing down and falling forward onto me. 

"You looked like you had fun," I whispered to her quickly. I'm not sure how much time had passed but I knew I shouldn't hang around to long.

"Did you?" Oslin asked, her hot panting breath against my neck.

"I did. I really did."

"I'm sorry if that makes it more confusing," she said, getting off me and sitting on the edge of her bed. 

We started hearing noises approaching so Oslin put her dress back on quickly, sitting back in bed and pulling the blanket over the wet spot.

"It's ok," I said as she handed me a pair of shorts and a hoodie to wear. People started pouring in just as I had it zipped up, wishing I had something underneath. 

"We can just pretend like this never happened, that may be best for the both of us," Oslin said. I think she maybe didn't want this getting out because of her little crush on Lizabet. I would find out the real reason later.

"Sure thing," I said, smiling and starting to walk away.

"Sarah," she called, before I left.

"Yes?" I turned back to her.

"If you ever do anything like this again, just be careful. Oh, and don't touch my sister." I laughed. Mariah and Oslin were protective of each other, but there's always a bit of sibling rivalry. So I was quite proud of the last thing I said before I left.

"Of course not, I've already been with the better model." That made the pretty blonde smile. Hopefully that self esteem boost makes up for my selfish usage of her. I also wished Oslin would have given Mariah the same warning about me sometime before I had eaten her out upside down. I began to turn away and head out when something caught my eye. Something I was amazed I hadn't noticed before.

On Oslin's ankle was a tattoo. A hummingbird.

As I made it back to the room, which was once again full of students. Mrs. Hewitt was announcing our bags were arriving and to change there or in the restrooms. 

I saw Haley and Rain by their beds and immediately my mind went to the picture of Haley. She had been with Oslin. That much was clear. But...I don't know what that meant. It had to be one of them. Either Haley or Rain was the Queen, it just made sense, even if they were my closest friends. 

Aphra walked with me as I made my way to my bed. 

"I have your hint Sarah," she told me.

"Haley or Rain, it's one of them, it has to be, this is over," I blurted out to her. She smiled. Then laughed. 

"Your friends Sarah?! Why would it be one of them."

"Say it."

She laughed again. "The Queen is neither Haley,nor Rain, ok? Oh you're next punishment should be real fun!" She said, and handed me a slip of paper with my hint on it before running off.

No. No, no no. It had to be one of them. But it wasn't.

I got to my bunk feeling like the world's worst friend. I stuffed the hint away in my bag. At the time I had no desire to think about the Queen. Whoever she was, she could really get into my head.

I went to the bathroom to change. I didn't have a new outfit to put on from my tormentors. So I got a pair of tempo shorts and a tight white tank just like they had me wearing earlier. This time I got to wear underwear and a sports bra though! I know, quite the luxury.

We were rounded up outside the bunks and Katie was once again standing tall in front of us on her boxes, blowing her whistle and announcing our groups. 

I saw Oslin from the corner of my eye and was reminded of our time together. I wanted her lips on my breasts again. My orgasm had been fantastic but still only one. She had sucked at me and made me so aroused again. It would appear the orgasm I had been craving, been building up to, mostly served to just make me want more.

I pinched myself hard at the thought. I wouldn't become the way they wanted me. Also, I probably wouldn't get to come any time soon.

"Don't think you're safe with your group," Olive said to me, as she, Mariah, and Aphra appeared at my side, "we put together quite the group for you. Let's just say, they all have their own little...quirks."

"Kinks," Aphra corrected.

"She was trying to be coy," Mariah said.

Aphra laughed as she and Mariah were called away, "And I was being honest. You're in for a ride Sarah!" 

I wasn't phased. How bad could it really be? 

Well, it wasn't good.

My group was called. Katie was our counselor. None of the people in my group, most of which I considered friends, have appeared yet in this recounting. But we'll learn about them as they become important.

"Alright group!" Katie said, putting pulling her pony tail through the hole of her cap, "We get to start the day with the hike!"

My group groaned. 

"Oh c'mon everyone, I know we all like the spas and springs, but they'll feel even better after a day of fun! And at the top we'll do some ice breakers and I'll get to know you all!"

We followed her to the start of the trail. I drifted to the back of the group, isolating myself. I didn't trust anybody.

And I was right to be cautious, but caution didn't stop the next girl's approach.

I felt a hand on my butt and turned to see a member of my group I had missed. Gale.

"Hey Sarah," she said squeezing my backside.

"Gale, I.." I wasn't sure what to say. I had two main workout buddies whenever I got the chance to go to the gym. One was Lizabet some days, but most of the time it was Gale. She was my friend...but I suppose my other tormentors had been too.

Gale, real name Gugu, but she hated that, is about my height. Her skin was a beautiful hazelnut everywhere. I'd seen her naked in showers before. She had large breasts that, technically had the same bra size as me, but were more large discs closer to her chest than my rounded ones. She had wide full and thick legs down to feet where she always had some kind of fun toe nail painting. Her hair is very curly and mix of dark brown and caramel colors, and she had it up in a bun.

I swallowed as she hooked her arm in mine and we walked together to the start of the trail.

"Ok!" Katie announced to us, "There's the easy path, which I'm sure most of y'all will take, and the hard path. But before y'all make a decision, just know there is a refreshing little pool at the top of the hard path with refreshing, cool water that you're encouraged to dip your feet into, and it's beautiful up there. Soooo who wants to take the hard path?!" Our cute leader raised up her arm but no one joined her. She sighed, but smiled through the disappointment. "Alright, everyone pick a buddy and let's go!"

I started to move but Gale held me back as the rest of our group paired off and followed Katie up the easy path.

"We haven't been to the gym in a while," she said, "let's try the hard path. How bad can it be?"

I rolled my eyes and started up the easy path, but she grabbed me by the shorts and pulled me along with her for the hard path. It was worth a shot I suppose, but I knew I would end up following her.

So we trudged along the path, the contents of our backpacks shifting with each step as I wondered if anyone would come looking for us. Gale stayed in front of me most of the time, her tiny tennis skirt swaying along, giving me peaks at the bottom of her cheeks. I pulled my hair back into a pony tail, with Oslin's hair tie that I truly had needed, as we walked.

The path was tough, steep and not very well paved, but we eventually made it to the top and I almost felt normal. The air was cool and the sun was seeping in light, but most of it was blocked by the tall trees. It was a beautiful day and I felt like I was just hiking with my friend.

Then we reached the pool. 

It was more of a pond really, maybe one foot deep, but the water was clear and spotless, not even a twig in sight in it. 

Gale reached into her bag and pulled out a giant towel to lay out, sitting on it. I stood there for a moment but then joined her, happy to be seated. I swear it was the size of a twin sized blanket. 

We took off our shoes and dipped our feet into the water. It really was as nice and refreshing as Katie had advertised. 

Gale then pulled out a tiny box, opening it and pulling out a bar of soap. She also took out a little hand towel and tossed it over her shoulder. She dipped her hands inside the water and rubbed the soap on them a little, before handing it to me.

"Clean your hands," she told me as she did the same. I was confused but it was definitely the easiest request that had been made of me that day, so I did it, setting the soap beside me when I was done. Gale leaned back on her elbows and closed her eyes, enjoying the water and breeze. 

"Now could you take off your shorts?" she asked, but really commanded, of me, as if it was some casual remark. 

"Wait no," I said, "someone might see us."

She smiled. "Yeah," she said nonchalantly, the tiny silver ball of her small tongue ring shining out with each word, "they might."

My beautiful black friend just looked at me for a while with her big brown eyes, so I had to eventually do as she said, standing up on the towel and pulling off my shorts before setting myself back down in my underwear, feet in the water. I sat up straight with my legs close together to keep her seeing as little as possible. 

Gale then rose and walked in the water for a moment before turning and crouching right in front of me, her head about level with my breasts, her tennis skirt barely an inch from touching the water. 

She took my hands and held them up, palms facing her, and licked my right one from heel to middle finger tip. 

I shivered and pulled back a little but she gently held me in place. She gave the same lick to my left hand, before taking my right hand in her hands and massaging it. She took my index finger of my left hand and sucked it in her mouth. She closed her eyes as she enjoyed my finger, tongue swirling around it, lips vacuuming it with fervor.

It felt...kind of nice actually. And the more she did it, the nicer it felt. She licked my palm, let her tongue flow between my fingers, sucked each finger, and it all seemed to send sensations up my arms and made my neck and face feel warm.

"Is that nice?" She asked.

"Y-yeah, it kinda is," I answered.

She gently dropped my hands into my lap and picked up the soap next to me. Still in her crouch, Gale waddled a few steps back before dropping to her knees and letting her skirt dip into the water a little. 

She grabbed my ankles and pulled my legs up out of the water. 

"Hold," she said. I held my legs like that, my heels hovering on the water's surface. She took the soap and starting to rub it on my feet, cleaning them. She tossed the soap back next to me and rubbed the suds in with her hands , massaging my feet as she did. Her thumbs dug into my arches, she stretched my toes back, she pressed on my heels.

I couldn't help but close my eyes and enjoy her kind attention. It wasn't really sexual, just felt nice. And safe.

She dipped my feet into the water for a little while, washing the soap off of them. She brought them back out and dabbed them a little with her hand towel.

"I'm not like the others Sarah, we're just gonna have fun, ok?" She held one foot, allowing the right one to fall into the water. "How's that now that it's drier, tickle a little?"

I watched her. "No it's fine. Feels kinda nice."

Gale smiled and hummed to herself a little, satisfied. Then her tongue came out and licked my pinky toe.

I pulled my leg back slightly but she held on. She didn't have to hold on too tight though, I didn't pull to hard.

"Uhh! What the fff- what're you doing?" I complained. 

She pressed her hand where she had just licked and moved her palm around, spreading the wetness slightly. "Oh c'mon, I'm just trying to make you feel good that's all." Her voice was low and sultry.