5 comments/ 219373 views/ 53 favorites Lara and the Headmaster By: 0131aj Chapter 1 Lara stood nervously outside the Headmaster's door. She didn't know what she had done now. She was a good girl but recently it seemed as if she was always getting into trouble for one thing or another. Ever since she had turned eighteen she had been in more trouble than in all of her previous seventeen years. She chapped the door lightly and waited. The door was opened by Miss Jones, the Headmaster's very strict secretary. Lara was even more terrified now as Miss Jones glared at her. The older woman had a reputation for not allowing anyone to see the Headmaster without a very good reason. The only good thing was that Lara had been ordered to come to the office so she knew the Headmaster was waiting to see her. Miss Jones told Lara to wait in the outer office and the young girl slowly and carefully sat down on the low couch opposite the secretary's desk. Lara knew her skirt was shorter than the regulation school uniform and that her knickers were much smaller than the big navy ones she was supposed to wear. She knew it didn't make her a slut; she just liked tiny knickers. Miss Jones sat down at her desk, seeming to stare right through the pupil who sat in front of her. Miss Jones was indeed staring at Lara but she was really trying to catch a glimpse of the girl's knickers. It had been reported to the Headmaster that Lara was seen walking through the school yard last week when a sudden gust of wind had blown her short skirt up and shown off her tiny white thong to some of the other teachers. Miss Jones had missed that show but she was looking forward to what the Headmaster had planned for the young girl this afternoon. Lara was becoming more and more nervous under the continued scrutiny of Miss Jones and shifted uncomfortably in her seat. She wished she had worn a longer skirt but, again, wearing a short skirt didn't mean she was a bad girl or that she wanted to do the things the boys were always asking her to do. Just because her breasts were bigger than any of the other girls, it didn't mean she was going to show them off to anyone who asked. Finally, the intercom on Miss Jones desk buzzed and the secretary answered it. "Yes, Headmaster, I'll bring her in." Standing up, Miss Jones glared at Lara and walked over to the office door. Opening the door, the secretary stepped back and indicated that Lara should go in. The young schoolgirl struggled to her feet trying to keep her legs together but Miss Jones finally did get a brief glimpse of Lara's smooth thighs all the way up to the tiny piece of white between her legs. Walking in, trying to assure herself that she had done nothing wrong and so couldn't be in any trouble, she still kept her head down, scared to look at the towering figure of her Headmaster as he stood in front of his desk. Lara heard Miss Jones close the door and, looking round, saw that the secretary had joined them in the office and she suddenly felt trapped between these two older, powerful adults. "Lara you have been accused of acting like a slut by showing off your knickers to some of the teachers. What do you have to say?" The poor girl couldn't possibly imagine anything worse than showing off her knickers to anyone, least of all her teachers. She had no idea what her angry Headmaster was talking about and stood there dumb with shock. Her face turned bright red as she stood there, mystified. "Nothing to say for yourself, Lara? Very well. Miss Jones, please ask Mr Henderson to come in." Lara looked round when she heard Miss Jones open the door and there stood Mr Henderson, the smelly History teacher. How he had known to be there at that time she had no idea. All the girls hated him as he always seemed to be pressing himself against them or trying to look down their blouses. Lara tried to hold her breath as the sweaty, older man came in and stood beside her. Lara nearly jumped out of her skin when she felt the creepy teacher put his hand on her bottom and give it a firm squeeze. Trying to inch away from him she looked to her Headmaster, appealing to him with her eyes. "Tell me what you saw, Mr Henderson?" "It's like I told you, sir. This girl was walking towards the staff room and saw some of the teachers at the window. She knew what she was doing when she lifted that ridiculously short skirt as high as it would go and showed off her even more ridiculous knickers. Old Miss Harris nearly had a heart attack, she was so shocked. " "Thank you, Mr Henderson. You may go. Now, Lara, what do you have to say?" "I'm sorry, sir, I didn't. The wind blew my skirt up but I tried to pull it down as soon as I could. I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to upset anyone." "Do you admit that you were wearing the wrong knickers?" Lara hung her head, her face burning with shame. She knew she couldn't deny it. "Well?" "Yes, sir," she mumbled. "And are you still wearing the wrong knickers?" Lara couldn't lift her head; she simply nodded. "Let me see." At this the young girl's head did lift suddenly. "What, sir?" "You seem to like lifting your skirt, girl. Well, lift your skirt now and show me your knickers. I will decide how much to punish you when I see what you are wearing." Lara looked round to Miss Jones for help but the fierce secretary stood there with folded arms. "If you don't do it of your own accord, I will do it for you," threatened the older woman. Lara tried, unsuccessfully, to choke back a sob but reached down and lifted the hem of her skirt. As she closed her eyes and drew it up, she could feel the air on her bare thighs and could feel the weight of her Headmaster's stare on her tiny knickers. "Turn around and let Miss Jones see those." Keeping her eyes firmly closed and her skirt in the air, Lara swivelled round to face the secretary. When no-one said anything, she dared to open here eyes, only to see Miss Jones kneeling before her, sniffing at her knickers. Lara dropped her skirt in fright and instinctively took a step back. Bumping into the firm, muscular body of her Headmaster, she spun round again, looking up into his angry face. "Bend over, girl." "What, sir?" "I said, bend over. I have to see if those shocking knickers look as bad on your arse as they do on your cunt." Lara had never been spoken to like this before. Her aunt and uncle had been looking after her ever since her parents had divorced and they were very strict. She had to buy her own knickers and shorten her own skirts or she would have looked like something out of the nineteenth century. No one had ever shouted at her or threatened to punish her. Now she was hearing words from her Headmaster that she had always been taught were very bad. When she hesitated a moment too long, she felt herself being pushed from behind by Miss Jones and fell into the Headmaster's strong arms. He held on to her tightly as Miss Jones came up behind her and pulled down her short skirt with one almighty tug. Lara cried once more when she felt her bottom exposed to the grinning secretary. Spinning her round, the Headmaster pushed her back to his secretary and had his first look at the young girl's beautiful arse, the two round cheeks separated by the tiny middle piece of her white thong. In a rage, he grabbed the offending garment and ripped it off. Lara spun round once more in shock, her private place naked to a man for the first time ever. She tried to hide the dark, curly hair between her legs with her hands but she knew she was in serious trouble this time. "In all my years as a Headmaster I have never seen anything so disgusting. You will be severely punished for this, girl. Bend over my desk." "What, sir?" "Don't make it any worse, girl. Bend over." Lara shuffled forward, crying, as much from her shame as her fear. She stood there, naked from the waist down apart from her knee-high white socks and her shoes, and bent over. Taking a deep breath, she bent forward, holding on to the front of the Headmaster's desk. She was very aware that her naked bottom was pointing straight at the older man and woman. She sobbed again, not knowing that her nightmare had only just begun. Standing on either side of the young girl, he Headmaster and his secretary looked across Lara's semi prostrate body and grinned malevolently. Running his hand over Lara's round arse, he encouraged Miss Jones to do the same. Lara trembled as she felt these two authority figures playing with her bottom; it was so embarrassing but she couldn't deny that what they were doing to her felt strangely nice. All of that changed in an instant. Her Headmaster brought his big, strong hand down firmly on Lara's exposed arse and she cried out in pain. When Miss Jones did the same on her other cheek, it was no less painful. Slap after slap after slap rained down on the terrified girl's smooth arse until her skin turned pink then red. Lara had kept her legs straight when she had first bent over but, as the blows continued, she felt her knees buckle and her private place was now pressing firmly against the desk. Still the Headmaster and Miss Jones continued the punishment but now Lara could feel something else beginning to course through her starting between her legs. She had never felt anything like this before. It was like butterflies in her stomach only better, nicer and more intense. Just as it was getting really good the spanking stopped and Lara almost regretted it. However, as she was pulled by her long dark hair back into an upright position, she could see that her Headmaster and secretary looked even angrier. And she was still very aware that her private parts were showing to both the Headmaster and Miss Jones. "Look at her, Headmaster. Her pussy is dripping. I think she would have cum if we hadn't stopped when we did." "You are right, Miss Jones. I think this only proves what Miss Black said. She is a slut after all. Are you a slut, Lara?" "No, no, sir. I am a good girl. I've never done anything bad." "Well, we'll soon find out the truth. Bring Miss Black in please, Miss Jones. You, girl, go and stand in the corner with your hands behind your head." Lara couldn't believe that this was happening to her. She really was a good girl, purely innocent and had never been treated like this in her life before. Her face burned in shame just as her bottom burned in pain from her spanking as she heard the door open again and then heard the Headmaster address her French teacher. Once again she wondered how Miss Black had known when to appear at the office door and wondered what her French teacher would think when she saw Lara standing there with her hands on her head and her spanked, naked bottom showing. The Headmaster's words, however, made her worry about something else entirely. "Miss Black," he addressed the youngest member of staff. "Is this the girl who tried to seduce you?" The young French teacher was only too willing to do what Miss Jones had suggested to her earlier at the promise of being involved in Lara's punishment. She quickly confirmed to her Headmaster that this was indeed the pupil who had offered to "eat her cunt and make her cum with her tongue". Lara turned round in shock at these words. She liked Miss Black and always tried her very best in her French class. Little did she know that Miss Black liked her too and had been waiting for an opportunity to get inside this young girl's knickers. Now the opportunity had presented itself to her and she was not going to let it slip from her grasp. "Have you anything to say in your defence, Lara? Your teacher has said that you are not just a slut but some sort of perverted lesbian who wants to have sexual liaisons with another woman. Is this true? Do you like to eat other women's cunts? Do you like them to eat your hairy pussy? Well?" Lara's head was spinning; what was happening to her? She didn't understand any of this. She didn't understand a word Miss Black had said. Why was she saying these things? She didn't understand what the Headmaster was asking her. Even the very thought of them made the young girl blush. Unable to find the words to defend herself, she simply pleaded to her Headmaster. "Please, sir, I didn't say those things. I don't do any of those things. I don't know what they mean. Please, sir, you've got to believe me." "So you think I should take the word of a girl who likes to wear tiny white knickers instead of the school navy ones and, even worse, likes to show them off to her teachers? Well I don't think so. It is time you were taught a lesson. Bring her back to my desk, Miss Jones." The secretary was only too glad to lead Lara back to her boss's big wooden desk and push Lara forward on to the top of it. However, before the schoolgirl could even think about trying to get up, Miss Jones came round to the other side of the desk and, taking Lara by the hand, pulled her forward. Lara squealed as she felt someone take her right leg and tie it to the leg of the desk. Looking round she saw the Headmaster now taking her left leg and doing the same with it. With her poor body exposed like this, Lara knew that not only would her naked bottom would be exposed but her private place between her legs would be visible to anyone behind her. And that's exactly where Miss Black was now. "Why don't you show us exactly what this girl promised to do to you, Miss Black?" suggested the Headmaster. The young French teacher practically dived between Lara's outstretched legs and got into position. The schoolgirl could still only guess at what was going to befall her next but when she felt the soft, wet tongue of Miss Black reach out and touch her own wet slit she nearly died from shock. She shivered as that tongue ran all the way along her most private place, somewhere no-one had ever touched, never mind lick with their tongue. She sobbed in humiliation. Lara struggled to free herself but with her legs tied and Miss Jones keeping a tight grip on her arms she was powerless to resist the insistent tongue of her French teacher. The more Miss Black licked her, the more Lara squirmed; but the wetter she got, the more she realised it wasn't just Miss Black's tongue that was making her wet. Her own – what had the Headmaster called it? – her own "cunt" was leaking too and she knew that those strange, wonderful feelings were starting again. How could her own body possibly betray her like this when she was having to endure such awful things being done to her? Miss Black seemed to know just how Lara was feeling because, just when the young girl didn't think she could take anymore, she reached under Lara and started to rub her clit. Lara didn't even know what her clit was but she knew it wanted her French teacher to rub it harder now. And that's exactly what the young teacher did, rubbing Lara's clit while her tongue continued to lap up the pussy juices pouring from her favourite pupil. Lara didn't know how much longer she could take this "punishment" but when her new feelings burst over like a dam she was washed away from everything else and her whole body trembled in shame as she felt her juices flowing uncontrollably. Chapter 2 Lara couldn't believe what had just happened to her. She lay on her Headmaster's desk, no longer struggling but weeping in shame and frustration. She knew what had happened to her. She knew from listening to her classmates and their tales of what their boyfriends did to them, what her French teacher had just done to her. She wept that the first orgasm of her young life should come on the tongue of another woman while the Headmaster's secretary helped to pin her to his desk. At that point, however, Miss Jones released her arms and moved round the desk to untie her legs. As Lara hesitantly stood upright once more there was no sign of Miss Black. She had obviously taken all she wanted from her young pupil and then left her on the desk with a tear stained face and a juice slicked pussy. Lara was reluctant to look at her Headmaster, trying once again to hide the thick rug of curly black hair between her legs. The thought that the first man to see her naked pussy was her Headmaster filled her with shame all over again and she could feel her tears start once more. "Now, Lara, we have another teacher who has an accusation against you. Bring him in, Miss Jones." The hateful secretary once more opened the office door to let in another teacher who was willing to participate in Lara's humiliation. Lara dared to look and gasped in shock as the oldest teacher in the school shuffled in. Mr Harris was seen as a joke among the pupils. He was so old that they all thought he should have retired years ago. He was in fact only sixty five but looked so much older. "Mr Harris, can you repeat what you told me earlier about what this girl said to you?" asked the Headmaster. Mr Harris looked Lara up and down, very slowly, staring at her pussy but making her even more embarrassed when he gazed hungrily at her large breasts. Miss Jones was holding the schoolgirl tightly by the arms so that Lara could neither flee nor cover her self. If she could she thought she would try to cover her breast even though they were still clothed as Mr Harris seemed to be devouring them with his eyes while licking his lips. "Mr Harris?" prompted the Headmaster. The old man tore his gaze from the young girl and answered his superior. "She said she would wrap her tits around my old cock and make me shoot my cum all over them." Lara cried out in shock once more, hardly able to believe her ears. How could he say such a thing? She had never even heard the other girls talking about doing that. What kind of sick mind would think about doing that to a young girl? She looked to her Headmaster, scarcely believing that even he, even today, would believe such a thing. "Well, Lara, what do you have to say this time? Do you like men playing with your tits? Are you in the habit of letting them put their cocks between them and masturbating them with your breasts? Do you like men cumming on your tits and perhaps your face too?" Lara's face burned as never before. How could he even think she would do such a thing? Never in her wildest dreams could she have thought about something so disgusting. She kept telling herself that she was a good girl and that this was all so unfair. She hadn't done anything wrong. Unfortunately the headmaster took her silence as an admission of guilt and nodded to Miss Jones. "Since you want show off your tits, Lara, that is exactly what you will do now," and with that Miss Jones released the girl's arms and, reaching round, tore open Lara's white school blouse. The buttons flew all round the room but no-one was watching them. All eyes were firmly fixed on her gorgeous tits, encased in her small white bra. As Lara tried to shield herself from their lusty gaze, Miss Jones again pulled her arms down to her sides while the Headmaster took one step forward to tear off the poor girl's bra, her last piece of protective clothing. Lara could not move as Mr Harris came forward and took both of her tender breasts in his old hands. He fondled them, caressed them, then took her nipples between his fingers and tugged on them. Involuntarily, they were stretched until they were bigger than Lara had ever known and she had known them to grow big before. Seemingly satisfied with his handiwork, the old man leant forward and ran his disgusting tongue all round Lara's engorged nipples then straightened up and nodded to the Headmaster. He in turn nodded to Miss Jones, then suddenly reached down and lifted Lara by the legs, lowering the shocked girl to the floor with the aid of his secretary. Even now, Lara didn't believe they would really do to her the things Mr Harris had said but as the Headmaster and Miss Jones held her spread-eagled on the floor she raised her head to see Mr Harris opening his trousers and pulling out his limp cock. It looked old and shrivelled but Lara was still afraid of what he might do with it. Lara and the Headmaster Ch. 02 Chapter 1 Lara approached her uncle's door nervously. Normally when she came home for the weekend from her boarding school she was greeted kindly by her aunt and uncle who had been looking after her since her parents had divorced. Today, however, after being used, abused and humiliated by her Headmaster and his staff, she feared what her older relatives' reaction would be. She had brought a letter and a small package with her, given to her by the Headmaster, and all she knew of their contents was that she was to be punished some more. Her aunt opened the door to her and wrapped her arms around the young eighteen year old, as she always did. The older woman noticed a change in her niece and asked her if anything was wrong. Lara simply thrust the two packages into her aunt's hand and ran to her bedroom. She threw herself on the bed and wept new tears of shame as she remembered what the teaching staff had done to her innocent body. Even worse she knew that very soon her aunt and uncle would no all about it too. No-one came to her door for the next few hours, even though she heard her uncle come in after work. She did hear both of their voices talking but tried not to think about what they must be discussing. Eventually, her aunt called her down to dinner and she was forced to go down to the dinning room for their regular Friday evening meal. It was usually a very pleasant meal as her two older relatives listened to all her tales from school. Today, however, she dreaded it and kept her head bowed as she walked in to face them. She hadn't even changed out of her school uniform. Her meal was waiting for her on the table as were her aunt and uncle, sitting as usual at either end of the table. Lara took her place between them, still not daring to look either of them in the eye. Her uncle said "Grace" then both he and his wife began their meal. When Lara thought that she had better do so too, her uncle finally addressed her. "Your Headmaster has sent your aunt and me a very unsettling letter, Lara, as you are aware. What do you have to say about all this?" Lara turned finally to her gentle uncle and her tears began again. "Please, uncle, you have to believe me. This all started when a gust of wind blew my skirt up and exposed my knickers to some of the teachers. I am still a good girl uncle. I never wanted any of this to happen." "Yes, the Headmaster wrote in his letter that this was your feeble explanation but really, Lara, this didn't start with a gust of wind. This started when you decided to go against the wishes of your aunt and me and decided to wear a short skirt and equally short knickers? Is this true? Are you still wearing what the Headmaster says you have been wearing?" Lara's head bowed once more and she chocked back a sob as she knew she was in trouble once again. Even though the Headmaster had torn her white thong from her in his office the other day, she was now wearing an equally tiny pink one that she knew was also against regulations. "Stand up please, Lara." The young girl pushed back her chair and stood up. She realised that her skirt barely reached below the level of the dinning table and blushed red. "So this is the offending skirt. Well I can see why the headmaster objected to it. Now, what about your knickers? Are you wearing the regulation navy blue ones now?" Lara's face burned even brighter. "No, uncle." "So you have still not learned your lesson. Very well, Lara, lift your skirt." His niece just looked at him in horror and pleaded, "Please, uncle, please don't make me do this in front of you and auntie. I will go to my room and change them now." "It's too late for that now, Lara. You should have learned your lesson at school. Do not make me come over there and do it for you, girl. Do as you have been told." The poor girl hesitantly lifted her short skirt and revealed her pretty pink knickers to her uncle and aunt. The older woman nearly choked on her food while her husband's face became even more enraged. "Turn around and bend over," he commanded. This time Lara could not hide her cries but did as she was instructed. Her skirt was still covering her bottom but she heard her aunt's chair being pushed back and the woman waling round the table to stand by her niece's side. Lara shuddered when she felt her skirt being raised and thrown over her back, exposing her round bottom which still had a large pink stain on each cheek where the Headmaster and his secretary had spanked her. Her face was even more red than her bottom, however, as she knew her aunt and uncle were staring at the strap running between her cheeks, the only thing covering her dirty hole. "Take that offending article off immediately, Lara. How dare you wear something like that in my house?" Lara, the tears now flowing freely, reached behind her and did as she was told. She felt her thong pulling out from between her cheeks and the gusset peeling from her pussy, her pussy that she now realised was wet as were her knickers. Standing up, she turned around to face her aunt and uncle, holding the tiny pink thong in her hand. "Give it to me," ordered her uncle. Lara walked over and surrendered her favourite thong to her angry uncle. She stood there and watched in disbelief as he brought it to his face and inhaled, deeply. "I told you she was a slut, auntie, just like the Headmaster said; and here is the proof. Give this to your aunt, girl." Lara did as she was told and walked to the other end of the table. Again, she looked at her aunt in disbelief as the woman brought the thong to her mouth and licked her niece's juices from the crotch. "Yes, uncle, you are right. She is a slut. What are we going to do about it?" "Sit down, Lara. Since you are determined to act like a slut, according to the Headmaster, then you will dress like one. Open your blouse." The young girl had just sat down and looked pleadingly at her uncle but she could tell from his face that he was in no mood for any arguments so she started to do what she was told. Undoing her strip school tie, she slipped it from under the collar of her white blouse and dropped it to the floor. Starting at the top, she slowly opened the buttons on her blouse and, pulling it out of her skirt and open, she exposed her young breasts in her matching pink bra. She looked at her uncle, begging him for mercy with her eyes, but after a nod from him, she pulled her large breasts out of the bra cups and presented them to her older relatives. She heard her aunt gasp as the other woman watched her niece's nipples grow and saw her uncle lick his lips. Her face burning red, she now sat at the dinner table with her tits out and her pussy bare. "Now we are going to finish our dinner and then we will all watch the DVD the Headmaster has sent. He says it will explain everything. Then we can decide what to do with our disgraceful niece. Eat up, Lara, our dinner is getting cold." The poor girl did as she was told, so embarrassed to have her breasts exposed to her aunt and uncle while her now bare bottom rubbed on the dinning room chair, feeling it's soft material rubbing against her private places. She tried to concentrate on eating her meal but all she could think about was the DVD her uncle had mentioned. She had no idea what could be on it. Chapter 2 The meal had finally finished and Lara now sat in the living room, alone on the couch. Her aunt and uncle sat on the two armchairs at either end of Lara and all three of them were facing the TV. Her uncle pressed "PLAY" on the remote control as Lara held a cushion in front of her, knowing that nothing good was going to come from this. She had come to the conclusion that they were about to watch a recording of the Headmaster speaking directly to her aunt and uncle but still feared what he might say. When the DVD started to play the scene was indeed the Headmaster's office. Lara watched as the door opened and saw that it was she herself who was walking in At first she thought that maybe her aunt and uncle would see that she had been forced to take part in all of the horrible things that had happened to her in this room and that, even if she had cum over and over again, it wasn't because she wanted to; it was her body betraying her true wishes and betraying everything about the way she had been brought up. This dream was soon shattered, however, as the picture on the screen changed to the sight of her bent over the Headmaster's desk and both he and Miss Jones, his brutal secretary, fondling Lara's upturned bottom. The secret camera seemed to linger on the luscious cheeks of the young girl's arse before the two adults started to spank their pupil, making her bottom turn as red as her face. Watching this, Lara could only blush again at the memory but smiled nervously at her aunt and uncle as they both got up from their armchairs and sat beside their niece on the couch. However, that smile was wiped away when they both leaned over and began sucking on her large nipples. Holding each breast in their hands they, circle the young girl's engorged buds with their wet tongues. Lara couldn't believe this was happening to her again and was very aware she could feel her pussy getting wet between her tightly squeezing thighs. She threw her head back in shame but her relatives took this as a sign of her enjoying their attentions. On screen the picture changed to the point when Lara was held across the desk by Miss Jones while Miss Black, the French teacher, was behind her, licking her young cunt. Lara felt ashamed all over again at the memory and the horror of her aunt and uncle watching this example of her debauchery. She tried to drag her eyes from the screen and noticed her aunt getting off the couch and kneeling in front of her. When the older women took hold of her knees and tried to prise them apart, Lara realised what she was going to do. "Oh no, auntie, please. Please don't do this. Please." Her uncle was angry at her protest, however, and slapped his niece on the thigh while biting down on her tender nipple. Lara yelped and involuntarily opened her legs just a little. It was enough for her aunt to shuffle forward between the schoolgirl's legs and position herself where she wanted to be. Once more the older woman lifted her niece's skirt and exposed the wonderful site of the dark, curly hair covering the young girl's pussy. Licking her lips, she bent down, pulled Lara's arse nearer to the front of the couch and started to taste her niece. Lara could only cry in shame once more but her uncle, alternating between his niece's pussy being licked on the screen to the same thing happening here in front of him, pulled down the zip on the front of his trousers, reached in and pulled out his erect cock. Lara cried even more as her uncle took her hand and wrapped it around his fat prick, placing his own hand over hers, and moving it up and down. It felt hard yet smooth but Lara couldn't think about that; all she could think about was the fact she was sitting in her relative's living room pulling her uncle's cock while her aunt was feasting on her pussy juices. Worse even than all of that was the fact that Lara knew she was going to cum. She could feel the beginnings of her orgasm deep within her then quickly overcome her, just as her aunt stuck two fingers up her cunt, just as Miss Black made her cum on the screen. She lost sight of the TV at that moment as she shut her eyes and bit her bottom lip, trying vainly to stop her older relatives from watching her cum in front of them. As her body, writhed beneath her aunt's tongue, however, it was very clear to both of them exactly what was happening to their niece. When Lara finally opened her eyes again she saw that her aunt had moved back on to the couch beside her. Her own hand was still wrapped around her uncle's fat cock and his hand still covered hers. They were still moving in unison up and down, up and down but now the older man was urging her on, faster and faster. When the screen changed once more to show old Mr Harris wrapping her tits around his old cock, her uncle's eyes nearly popped out. When the old teacher started to cum over the schoolgirl's breasts, Lara's uncle knew exactly what he wanted to do. He stood up and knelt on the couch beside his niece, taking his throbbing cock in his own hand and pointed it straight at her tits. After just a few more quick tugs, Lara watched horrified as her uncle began to shoot his cum on to her breasts. Some of it hit her face, some her hair, but most landed on her waiting tits. Lara began to sob freely at the humiliation of a man, any man, cumming on her but she had no time to think about that as, for the first time ever, her mouth was filled with cock as her uncle pushed his spent dick between her open lips and she tasted his salty cum. Her aunt was not to be left out either as she bent down over her niece to lap up her husband's seed from the girl's young body. Chapter 3 When her aunt and uncle finally seemed satisfied, Lara looked down her body through her tears. Her blouse was fully open, her tiny pink bra was useless as all it was doing was pushing her large cum-stained breasts further up and out; her skirt was around her waist, her legs and her young pussy open wide. Lara couldn't believe the people that were doing this to her were the older relatives that her parents had trusted her to. Yet, even now, they were once again watching her continued abuse on the TV. As all three took in the sight of caring Miss Andrews stick a well-developed carrot up the girl's bottom, her uncle turned to her. "I think you have become very selfish at this boarding school, Lara, as well as becoming a slut. Your aunt has made you cum but you have done nothing for her. I think it's time that was put right. Lie on the floor please." Although her uncle was right that her aunt had made her cum on her fingers and tongue, Lara hadn't wanted it to happen and was quite certain her uncle wasn't asking her to do the same thing to her aunt, especially as she was now lying on her back in front of the TV. She had tried to rearrange her clothes as she got down on to the floor, pulling down her short skirt and drawing her blouse over her breasts. Her uncle was not going to allow that, however, as he simply flipped her skirt back up over her stomach, revealing her hairy cunt and pulling open her white school blouse. Lara looked to her aunt, questioningly; she was sure the older woman wasn't going to rescue her but might help her to understand what was expected of her now. In answer, the gentle woman who had before today always seemed to Lara to be prim and proper, stepped over her niece's prone body and pulled apart her long wrap around skirt. Lara looked up and saw close up for the first time another woman's private place. She had seen some of the other girls in the showers at school but she had never been interested in looking too closely. Now her own aunt was lowering her self on to Lara's face, with no knickers to impede her, and landed her bald pussy on the girl's mouth. "Now, Lara, since you are a slut I will presume that you know what to do with another woman's pussy. Is that right?" Lara tried to answer but her mouth was covered by her aunt and she was reduced to shaking her head. "What? You expect me to believe that you have never made one of your classmates cum with your tongue?" Again Lara shook her head, even more forcefully. "And no other woman has ever made you cum before today?" Lara was a good girl and she knew she had to tell the truth. She knew that she had cum in the Headmaster's office and she knew she had been made to do so by Miss Black and by Miss Jones. Her face turned red and her aunt could feel the heat from her niece's cheeks pressed against her smooth thighs. "I see," said her uncle. "So you allow other women to make you cum but don nothing to return the favour. Well from now on, if your aunt makes you cum, you will do the same to her in return." As Lara looked up, keeping her mouth firmly closed, she could feel the wetness from her auntie's pussy moistening her lips. She couldn't believe that she was expected to open her mouth and stick her tongue into her aunt but that was exactly what it seemed was required. When the older woman complained to her husband that nothing was happening, her uncle instructed her to do to her aunt what he was going to do to her. Lying down between his niece's open legs, her parted her tight lips with his fingers and took a moment to enjoy this beautiful sight of the young slut below him. As he lowered himself further until his tongue was ready to taste his niece, he lifted his eyes slightly to marvel at the sight of her bountiful tits, large nipples and his wife's big fat arse. He thought life couldn't get any better at that moment but then he ran his tongue up one side of the girl's slit and down the other. As Lara trembled at the touch of his wet tongue, he moved it to where he wanted it to be and licked all the way up her wet cunt. When his wife complained once again that Lara was still not opening her mouth, he reached up and grabbed his niece's engorged nipples and pinched them tight. When Lara opened her mouth to scream in pain, her aunt pushed herself even more forcefully against her niece and Lara had no choice but to taste her aunt. The older woman always kept her cunt shaved and smooth and Lara was unhindered by the kind of thick curly rug her uncle was dealing with. Realising that the only way she would ever end this ordeal was to do as she was instructed, she tentatively reached out her tongue and tasted a woman for the first time. She wasn't disgusted by the taste but her humiliation crept over her once more when she heard her screen self cumming again. Once more she could feel the beginnings of her real orgasm beginning as her uncle continued to practically devour her pussy. It was a very long time since he had tasted one so sweet and he wanted to savour every drop that poured from her. As if that wasn't bad enough, Lara suddenly realised that her aunt was going to cum too. The older woman was playing with her clit while Lara's tongue mimicked what her uncle was doing with his and she knew that soon her aunt's juices would be pouring into her open mouth. How could this have ever happened to her? The question was lost, however, as her aunt did cum on the tongue of her young niece. "Yes, Lara! Yes! That's it! I'm cumming, you little cunt muncher. I'm cumming!" With that Lara came too, this time on the tongue of her uncle and, with her aunt orgasming on her own mouth, it seemed to last even longer than ever before. Her whole body quaked, just as her aunt's did above her. Lara was only glad that at least her red face was hidden by the long skirt her aunt had dropped over her. Chapter 4 When Lara opened her eyes, she realised that her aunt had left the room. Her uncle was sitting on the couch, naked, playing with his hard cock watching the Headmaster and other male teachers fuck his niece on the office desk. Noticing his niece wake up and trying to cover herself, he addressed her without taking his eyes from the screen for more than a few seconds. "It's a bit late to be covering yourself now, Lara; you've already allowed all these men to fuck you. How many were there? Five? Six?" Lara honestly couldn't answer the question because she had tried to block out what the men were doing to her and had lost count of each time she had been penetrated. After a while, one cock felt very much like the last one and she had been lost in her own reluctant orgasms. Her uncle had noticed this too. "Don't try to tell me you didn't enjoy it, Lara. You came just as much as they did. Didn't you?" "I couldn't help myself, uncle. Please believe me. All these men were doing these things to me but I didn't want them to. I know it doesn't look like it on the DVD but it must have been edited out. All of this was against my will. I've always been a good girl. I'm still a good girl." Lara and the Headmaster Ch. 02 "Not on the evidence of that recording and not according to what your Headmaster said in his letter. Do you really expect me to take the word of such a slut as you over the respectable ladies and gentlemen who teach at your school? No, I don't believe you, Lara. Your Headmaster has asked your aunt and me to ensure that you are punished this week before you go back to school on Monday and punished you shall be." At that the door opened and in walked Lara's aunt but not as Lara had ever seen her. The older woman had always dressed in long dresses or skirts, baggy blouses with no hint of the womanly body beneath her dull clothes. Lara could only stare now at the transformed woman before her. Dressed in tight, black corset her tits were pushed up and the half cups couldn't contain the magnificent nipples of the older woman. Her long, slender legs were encased in black, silk stockings attached to her black suspender belt. Her black patent shoes had heels higher than Lara had ever seen but none of this was what held her gaze. In front of her aunt's pussy was a black, plastic cock – bigger than any Lara had seen so far. All the men in the Headmaster's office and her uncle had looked about the same size but her aunt's cock seemed to be at least two inches longer. Lara trembled at the though that it might be used on her and wondered how such a thing could fit in anyone, least of an inexperienced girl like her. "This is where your punishment begins, Lara," said her uncle to his disbelieving niece. What had the last few hours since she had returned home if not punishment? She had been even more embarrassed knowing it was her own relatives that were making her cum this time – and, even worse, knowing she had made her own aunt cum. She watched as her aunt and uncle embraced each other and kissed with a passion she had never seen in them before. When her uncle knelt down in front of his wife and started to suck her plastic cock, Lara decided that the whole world had gone mad. Here she was, almost naked, sitting on the floor of her aunt and uncle's living room, the sounds of her orgasms still emanating from the TV, while her uncle was sucking her aunt's plastic cock. When her aunt lay down on the rug in front of the TV and her uncle pulled Lara to her feet then positioned her over her aunt, the young girl dumbly complied. She knew what was to come next but couldn't see how such a thing was possible. She knew that more men than she had ever imagined had fucked her in the school office but she still didn't believe her pussy could accept the plastic monster that pointed up from her aunt. Her uncle put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her down to meet her first ever black cock. As her aunt pointed it at the young girl's pussy, Lara felt the tip of it touch her outer lips and stopped. Her uncle would not allow this, however, and simply pushed down her more forcefully. As the long, thick cock plunged deeper into her still tight cunt, Lara could feel herself being stretched like never before. Just when she thought she could take no more her aunt thrust her hips up just as her uncle pushed her down and Lara felt herself fully impaled on the older woman's huge tool. Allowing her just a moment to adjust to being so full, her uncle pushed her forward until she was lying on top of her aunt. Their tits were now squashed against each other and Lara's tears flowed once again as her aunt reached up and started to suck on her niece's large nipples. Her uncle, meanwhile, was behind Lara simply revelling in the sight of his wife's plastic cock fucking in and out of his niece's tight cunt. The black cock looked so good as Lara's tight lips were stretched wide by it. His wife was obviously enjoying it as her hips were driving up to punish their niece in a way she would never forget. He could see that Lara was crying again but that was obviously just pretend as no one but a true slut would have been able to take his wife's black cock so easily. His niece was also very red in the face but he was sure that was just from exertion rather than her so-called embarrassment. When he saw that Lara was ready to cum once more, he got into position. When her orgasm exploded through her body, he knelt down between the open legs of his wife and niece and placed his rigid cock at the engorged entrance to Lara's cunt. Laying his own cock along side his wife's plastic one, he started to push in. Lara was still coming down from her latest unwanted orgasm when she felt her uncle lying on top of her. She also felt his prick trying to get in to her already filled pussy and tried to push him off. "Please, uncle, you can't. I can't take anymore. Please don't do that." Her tears were ignored as her uncle told himself that he was only following the recommendations of his niece's headmaster and that they were all doing this for her benefit. He ignored her protestations and, as his wife held the young girl down, he forced himself into her already ravaged cunt. Lara screamed for mercy but the two adults had already decided they would have to ignore this and continue to fuck her no matter how much she cries so fuck her they did. Very soon they got into a rhythm with their young niece between them. She was incredibly tight still and when her uncle felt her pussy walls tighten around his and his wife's cocks, there was no holding him back. He thrust one more time deep into his niece and filled her young cunt with his cum. Lara knew she was crying more from the pain when her uncle first pushed in to her but, once again, her body had betrayed her and had started to cum just as her uncle had cum too. Now she lay there, sandwiched between her two guardians, as she could feel the mixture of their juices running down her legs. This was the worst embarrassment yet in her young life but her uncle had further instructions for her. "Once you have cleaned up your aunt's cock with your mouth, Lara you will go up to your room and put on a pair of the regulation school knickers that you are supposed to wear. You will wear the same pair all weekend and give them to your Headmaster on Monday morning as evidence that you have been punished in the proper way." Lara and the Headmaster She had every reason to be afraid as the old man stood over her then lowered himself on to her chest, his slowly growing cock landing in the valley between her generous tits. Taking each of her breasts in his hands, he forced his cock back and forward between them, making his dick grow harder with each thrust. As it did, his face became as red as Lara's and his breathing more and more laboured. Just as Lara began to feel sorry for him and afraid he might suffer a stroke from the exertion, he moaned deeply. "Oh, God. It's been so long. I'm cumming, Lara. I'm cumming!" And he did. It had obviously been a very, very long time since he had cum with a young girl. Lara felt his first spurt hit her forehead then, unable to tear her eyes from his horrible cock, watched as he hit her nose, her mouth and finally her breasts. He seemed to be covering her face in his cum and it mixed with the tears running down. She knew her body was responding to this humiliating treatment once again and she prayed that this shame wouldn't be enough to make her cum again but she could feel the warning signs between her legs and longed for the old man to get off her. As the old man slowly recovered, he wiped his shrinking cock on Lara's face and got up onto trembling legs. The young girl didn't know how much more of this she could take and simply lay there crying, even though her Headmaster and Miss Jones were no longer holding her down, but he warned her not to wipe Mr Harris' cum from her face as it was "fitting for a slut like you." As the secretary opened the door for Mr Harris, another teacher was already waiting to come in. Miss Andrews, the Home Economics teacher came in, carrying a basket over her arm. She shut the door behind her and stood looking down at the practically naked girl lying on the floor of the Headmaster's office. For some reason it seemed important to Lara that she still had on her socks and shoes but no-one else seemed to care. "Miss Andrews, this girl is being punished for behaving like a slut but I believe you have some more information for me." "Yes, Headmaster," said the matronly woman. Lara had always believed her to be kindly but she didn't think she was going to be kind this afternoon. "She told me she wanted to use the vegetables from my cooking class to fuck me." This was too much for Lara. She just lay there in floods of tears not believing that anyone could do what she had just been accused of. Taking her silence, once again, as confirmation, the Headmaster glared down at her. "Get on your feet, girl. Is this true? Do you want to fuck Miss Andrews with her vegetables? Do you like other women fucking you with them? Do you fuck yourself with them? On second thoughts, I think you should kneel down for this part of your punishment." Lara did as she was commanded and got on to her hands and knees, grateful for the fact that no-one could now see her face or her tears. That was the only thing she had to be grateful for, however, as Miss Andrews knelt down behind her, spread her bottom cheeks apart and proceeded to lick her, just as Miss Black had licked her pussy. The poor girl was so ashamed; not only could everyone see her dirtiest hole but Miss Andrews was licking it and rubbing her pussy as well. For a moment the older woman stopped and Lara heard her rustle for something in her basket. Daring to steal a look, the young girl peeked round to see Miss Andrews holding a long, green cucumber in her hand. With a nod from the headmaster, the teacher pressed the vegetable against Lara's tight hole and tried to force it in. Lara screamed as she felt the pressure on her bottom but, with Miss Andrews behind her and the Headmaster and his secretary on either side, there was nowhere for her to go. "I don't think it's going to go in," said the teacher, reluctantly. "Have you brought anything smaller, Miss Andrews?" asked the Headmaster. The teacher went back to her basket and this time Lara didn't even try to look. Whatever the older woman found, these evil people were going to stick it up Lara's bum and the very though disgusted her. At the same time, she knew her pussy had never been so wet and she cursed her body for betraying her once again. Taking out her large, prize-winning carrot, Miss Andrews returned to the poor girl's upturned arse and started again. Lara screamed once more, even more painfully, as the vegetable found its way into her arse and was forced deep into her bowels. As the three adults held her in place, Miss Andrews fucked the young girl up the arse mercilessly with her carrot. Lara's arsehole was burning but so was her face from the shame over what was happening to her. When Miss Jones reached below the pupil's body, between her legs, and started to stroke her dripping cunt, Lara knew she was lost. She felt her body respond to the women's actions, no matter how much she hated it. Faster and faster went the carrot in her arse. Faster and faster went Miss Jones' hand on her pussy and poor Lara had no control over what happened next. "NO!" She cried. "No, oh please, no! Not again!" But all the school staff could see the schoolgirl cumming and knew that they were right about how much of a slut she was. Chapter 3 When Lara felt the vegetable being roughly pulled from her arse and opened her eyes to see that Miss Jones and the Headmaster had stepped back from her, she dared to think that her ordeal might be over. She rolled over so that she was sitting on the floor of the Headmaster's office, her arse burning and her face burning, but worst of all, her nakedness still there for all to see. When Miss Andrews went to open the office door, Lara presumed she too was leaving. However, the Home Economics teacher simply stood back and Lara watched in horror as the whole teaching staff, men and women marched into the room, surrounding her. As they all looked down at her, the schoolgirl tried to hide her body but it was impossible. A gap appeared in the circle of teachers and Lara looked up to see the Headmaster once more standing before her. "Lara, you were asked to come to this office today to answer allegations of being acting like a slut. Your performance so far as shown that you are indeed the worst kind of pupil, willing to do anything to gratify your body. Now I understand that you claim to still be a virgin; is that true?" Lara tried to avoid the leering looks of all the teachers, frightened by the bulges she saw in many of the men's trousers, and concentrated on the Headmaster's words. "Yes, sir. I am a virgin. I am a good girl. I have done nothing wrong. This is all a big mistake," she tried to insist. "Is it a mistake that some of these teachers saw your knickers last week?" "No, sir, but it was just a gust of wind that blew my skirt up." "And how was the wind able to do that? Was your skirt the regulation length?" "No, sir." "Were your knickers the regulation big, navy ones designed to protect out schoolgirls' modesty?" "No, sir." At that, Miss Jones produced the ruined thong that the Headmaster had torn from the poor girl earlier and handed it to him. He held it aloft in triumph and there was a murmur around the circle of teachers. Lara heard mutters of disgust but she was sure she also heard rude comments from some of the men. "No indeed. And am I wrong in telling your teachers gathered here around you that only a few minutes ago you had an orgasm with a carrot stuck up your arse?" Lara could not possibly answer this last question, she was so ashamed. She dropped her head and tried to pretend she was anywhere but in this room. "I will take that as your answer, especially since Miss Andrews and Miss Jones watched you do just that and we can all see the pussy juices that are still on your legs. Well now it is time to be punished for lying about being a virgin. Gentlemen, if you could help me, please?" Lara felt herself being lifted, her arms and legs grabbed by various members of the staff. She saw a couple of the female teachers clearing the Headmaster's desk and she was lay down upon it, on her back, her tits and pussy there for all to see. As her arms and legs were stretched out and held by the men, the women played with her tits, groping them, jealous of their size and perkiness. As they watched Lara struggle against her constraints and against the unwanted pleasure from having her breasts fondled in this way, someone took her right nipple and began to squeeze it. Seeing her gasp, another teacher took her left one and pinched it equally as roughly. Lara begged to be released but then she felt the very thing she had been dreading. Looking down she saw Miss Jones between her legs, stroking her pussy. Lara cried out once more in humiliation as all her teachers watched the school secretary bring the young girl to the brink once more. As the men continued to hold her, the female teachers lined up between her legs and started to lick her sopping pussy. Each one only licked her once or twice, just to get a taste of the young girl, before they were replaced by another teacher, young and old. As Lara's body started to tremble once more, she bit her lip to stop herself crying out and to save herself from the embarrassment of the whole staff hearing her cum. She may have been able to stop her cries but when her hips started to rise off the table and push her cunt towards the tongues lapping at her, all the teachers could see that she was indeed a slut, just as the Headmaster had said. Somewhere in her head, Lara was wondering where the Headmaster was during this latest orgasm but as she recovered from it and opened her eyes, her question was answered. Looking down her ravaged body, she nearly jumped off the desk, despite the men holding her down. Between her outstretched legs, replacing the female teachers, stood the Headmaster, only now he was naked and holding his large, throbbing cock in his hand. "This is your last chance, Lara," he said as he advanced and rubbed the slippery head of his cock up and down the young girl's sensitive lips. "Are you a virgin or not?" "Please, sir, please don't do this." "Are you really trying to tell me you have never allowed any of those pimply boys in your class to put their tiny cock inside you?" "No, sir! I would never let them do that." "And your uncle? Has he never crept to your room late at night and fucked you?" "My uncle? No, sir! Definitely not!" "So who fucks you, Lara? I do not believe for one minute that you are a virgin and I am about to prove it. Last chance." "No, sir! Please." With her last words he plunged into her reluctant cunt but very quickly came up against the barrier that he had reused to believe was still there. He turned to Miss Jones. "It looks like she was telling the truth after all, Miss Jones. She is still a virgin." "Well, she is still a slut, sir. Look at the way she has behaved in your office this afternoon. She doesn't deserve to still be a virgin. I suggest you still fuck her." There was a murmur of consent around the group of teachers while the young girl tried to struggle free once more. Her struggling stopped dramatically, however, when the Headmaster plunged into her, ripping through her, and buried the first cock she had ever had deep within her cunt. Lara screamed with the pain and the shame that she would not be a virgin on her wedding night, that she would not be able to give her virginity to a man she loved in a beautiful, gentle night of love. Instead she was being raped on her Headmaster's desk, his powerful body lying on top of her as his hard prick thrust in and out of her ravaged pussy. Surrounded by the whole teaching staff, she wept in pain and humiliation because she could feel those sensations deep within her pussy again and she knew what was going to happen next. As he moved in and out of her, her Headmaster straightened up to allow him access to her clit. Watching his cock slide in and out of the previously virginal pussy was such a turn on for him and the tightness of her cunt walls gripping his cock meant that he wasn't going to last long. He started to flick her clit with his thumb, watching it grow and throb just as his cock was doing. Lara realised there was nothing she could do. There was nothing she could do to escape. There was nothing she could do to stop her Headmaster's thick cock sliding in and out of her sore pussy. There was nothing she could do to stop herself from cumming as he fucked her and fucked her and fucked her. "Here it comes, Lara. Here comes the first load of cum to fill your cunt." She screamed as she felt his cock swell even more and start to shoot his spunk deep into her womb. She screamed at being so powerless and she screamed at cumming on a man's cock for the first time ever. Her hips thrust up to meet him and she knew that she couldn't stop herself no matter how hard she tried. When they both slowed down and he pulled his softening cock from her ruined pussy, he turned to Miss Jones who dropped to her knees and cleaned his stained prick of Lara's blood and cum. When she had cleaned him up he started to get dressed while his secretary shuffled over on her knees to where Lara lay exhausted. She no longer had the strength to fight against her captors as Miss Jones began to clean the schoolgirl too. She licked up and down the poor girl's sensitive pussy and sucked the Headmaster's cum out of her. Lara at last felt her torture had come to an end but when four of the younger female teachers took over from the men holding her arms and legs, them men dropped their trousers and moved between her legs. One by one they fucked her and filled her with their cum, as Miss Jones cleaned her up after each one. By the time they had all fucked her at least once, Lara lay like a floppy rag doll on top of the Headmaster's desk while the teachers all left the room, full of disgust at how much of a slut the young girl had proved to be. Lara was barely aware of what was happening as Miss Jones helped her to dress in her blouse which Miss Andrews had repaired while enjoying the show of Lara being ravaged. Her skirt was still in one piece but her thong had been destroyed and there was no way she could wear it again. Miss Jones sat the poor girl down on a soft chair in front of the desk and Lara noticed finally that the Headmaster was also sitting there, writing a letter. "Lara, I am thinking of expelling you from this school. We do not want tramps like you infecting the other good girls here but I will give you one last chance. Take this letter home to your uncle this weekend. It explains what you did last week and has asked him to punish you as he sees fit. If you do that and return here next Monday morning with evidence of your punishment then I will reconsider. You may go."