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   Beyond the Bedpost - Amber's Peril, by Andrew Jay's little girl.

   Hi.  My name is Amber.  I have something I have to get off my chest, so
I am going to write it down here and see how it goes.

   If you haven't read my dad's stories, then I had better tell you who I
am.  I am Amber.  I told you that bit, but it is my real name so its ok.  I
am 13 and a half years old, a little over 5 feet tall.  My dad says I am
skinny.  I have brown hair which I am trying to grow a little longer, and
blue eyes.  I know you internet people aren't interested in this stuff, but
I like to tease you.  Yes, I have boobs - about the size of small apples. I
am worried that one is a little bigger than the other, and they are a bit
too pointy at the moment but I suppose I will fill out a bit more.

   I like horses and music, and I want a puppy, but dad keeps saying no.  I
like to play cricket (I slipped that one in there - it is not considered a
girls game, but I am a really good bowler).  I LOVE to draw - notice the
capitals.  I discovered that I had a knack of drawing people and capturing
the moment.  I use charcoals or pastels mostly.  I tried paints but it just
slops where I don't want it.  I drew a lot of pictures of my mum after she
died, either from memory or old photos.  Then Dad got this new girlfriend
Kate, and she was happy to pose for me, so I drew her and dad.  They seemed
so happy - pity she didn't stay.

   I keep talking about this `Dad' person.  He is not my biological father,
but he says he was there at my mum's first scan, and when I was born, all
my birthday parties and my first period, so I think that makes him `Dad'. I
first started calling him that when he took me in after my mum died when I
was 10.  Before she got ill, they had this weird relationship.  I am sure I
remember them sleeping together loads, but he was always going out to meet
other girlfriends - mum said it was just the way he was made, and she
didn't seem to mind.

   Dad is the coolest dad any kid could want.  That's what my friends tell
me, and I think they are right.  He is quite tall, brown hair going a
little grey, dark brown eyes.  I think he is heading towards about 40, but
he doesn't look quite that ancient yet.  He thinks he is so `tech-savvy' -
I know computers weren't invented when he was my age, but he doesn't even
have the sense to use secure passwords ha ha ha!  Dad is also an absolute
shagaholic.  I think he has had loads of girlfriends - quite a few since we
have been together.  He is trying to cut down, but he just gets miserable
when he doesn't have a woman in his bed.  He also has the most GINORMOUS
willy!  I walked in on him once or twice when he was doing it with a
girlfriend - I didn't believe they came that big.  His old girlfriend Kate
persuaded him to pose naked with her for a portrait.  I piled on the
pressure by telling him I was going to ask a boy at school to pose for me
if he didn't.  As if!  Anyway, Kate kept whispering rude things in his ear
and stroking his plonker to keep it big.  It was making me so hot watching
them.  I was hoping Kate would jump him there and then, but unfortunately
she dragged him upstairs for a quickie.  When they came back down stairs,
she had some spunk on her chin.  I pointed this out to her and she wiped it
with her finger and licked it off.  Eeeeww, gross!

   I have missed out one little detail about myself.  I don't obsess about
boys - I am an out an out Lesbian.  Well, actually I didn't realise I liked
girls until a few months ago at my period party when my friend Casey told
me she fancied me.  We had to do a kiss as a dare and she was such a
fantastic kisser!  She made me really horny.  She was flicking her tongue
in my mouth and squeezing my bottom while she kissed me even though a
couple of my other friends were with us.

   We sort of got it together over the next few weeks and we nearly made
love in my bedroom.  We actually had our tops off - Casey has really nice
boobs.  More rounded than mine and a little bigger.  I could kiss them for
hours.  I love the way they go goose pimply when she is getting turned on.
She likes mine of course, she even says she likes them because they are
pointy.  She is probably just being nice though.  Anyway, Casey started to
stroke my pussy through my underwear.  I really wanted to make love there
and then (my pussy definitely did), but I couldn't without telling dad
about us first.

   The next day, I plucked up my courage and told Dad that I had a
girlfriend.  I thought he might be all `You must find yourself a husband
and make babies' but he wasn't.  He teased me a bit, but was completely
cool about it.  Even when I asked if Casey could sleep over at the weekend.
It turned out that we had a weekend at a music festival planned, but he
said she could come with us and Casey and I could share a compartment in
the tent.  Is he a cool dad or what?  Kate had left us by then so I set him
up with a friend of mine - Annie - who is a few years older than me, and
who I knew fancied him.

   When we were buying our provisions for the trip, I had asked dad to buy
some bikini line wax.  His old girlfriend Kate had the most beautifully
smooth pussy with no hair at all.  She wouldn't tell my why she waxed it
like that, but when I realised what it was I wanted Casey to do to me, I
guessed.  Who wants a mouthful of pubes?

   So dad got home with the waxing kit and I rushed upstairs and stripped
off my trousers and knickers to get rid of my pubes.  It was a nightmare. I
followed the instructions but every time I pulled the strips off, it really
hurt and I got no hair off.  I eventually called for dad.  I think he was a
little surprised when he came into my bedroom to get an eyeful of my pussy.
Its not like he hasn't seen it before, we cross most days in the bathroom
(and he is always swishing his willy about in there).

   I have a little secret.  When I really want something, I can do this
really sad face that looks like I might cry.  It gets dad every time.  I
asked him if he could help to wax me, and (queue the sad eyes) he hesitated
but said yes.  He got the hang of it straight away, and was ripping great
clumps of my pubes out.  It still hurt, but I was getting so hot because of
him touching me down there that it didn't matter.  It was a good thing he
didn't notice!  Lesbian or not, if had said `would you like me to slide my
cock into your pussy, sweetheart' I would have said `Yes!' Am I a perv or
what?  After a lot of painstaking pulling and plucking, he eventually
managed to get me down to a little patch of pubes about a centimetre above
the top of my crack - I didn't want to look like a kid after all.  I redo
my pubes (or rather my dad does them) every few weeks.  I could probably do
them myself - it is a lot easier when they are thinner, but it is just sooo
nice to have dad do them.

   We got to the festival and once the tent was up Casey and I were having
a huge snogging session inside it.  Dad had given me some advice to wait
until the stars were out, so we did.  Mind you, he was getting very
friendly with my friend Annie by then - she has huge boobs and she had
crammed them into a tiny bikini to sunbathe with my dad.  Annie is not
subtle.

   Anyway, the night finally arrived and our attention turned to thoughts
of love.  Casey and I went together into our separate compartment in the
tent.  I should explain that the tent is one of those big ones with several
separate rooms (although Casey and I were so desperate to get it on, we
probably still would have done it in a tiny tent with the four of us lined
up in a row).

   We zipped the flap shut on our room.  We were in our bikinis by then, so
it didn't take much passion before we were naked together.  We laid down on
the sleeping bags and Casey started to kiss my boobs, then she did some
little kisses down my tummy then she said `What have you done to your
pubes? They are fantastic!' `I waxed them.' I said modestly.  Casey had to
kiss every bit of bare skin down there, then she asked `Do you still want
me to?' I would have scratched her eyes out if she didn't do me there and
then!  She pushed her tongue into my pussy.  It was heaven.  I don't really
know the details of what she was doing, but she kept swirling her tongue in
me, then I became aware of her slipping her fingers into me.  It hurt for a
little bit but then it was fine and I humped against her face.  It felt
like all the pleasure in my body was building up in one spot then - Kaboom!
It all burst out of me.  I think I might have been a bit noisy, but as I
cooled down, I realised I could hear someone else making the same sort of
noise.  It was Annie - dad must have been playing `hide the sausage' with
her.

   It was my turn to do stuff with my tongue on Casey.  I was a little bit
worried it was going to be gross, but she actually tasted really nice.  She
hadn't waxed, but she had snipped her pubes quite short, so I didn't have
too much trouble with them.  I don't think Casey had done it before either
- she was really tight when I slipped my finger into her, then suddenly she
wasn't.  I licked her plenty, but I found out Casey likes to be fingered
while I kissed her breasts - I can live with that!

   We also tried a thing where we rubbed our pussies together.  That was
fantastic and we both `came' (as Casey called it) several times more.  The
thought of my pussy juice running into Casey and hers running into my pussy
made me hump against her harder.  We finally flopped down onto the covers
ready to sleep.  Annie was still going for it on the other side of the tent
but eventually I heard them both coming and concluded that dad was
delivering his 5-10ml of sperm (that's what it says in my biology textbook
anyway), but it sounded more like a litre of the stuff by the fuss they
were making.

   The next morning I woke up really early for some reason.  It must have
been about 5am - daylight, but very quiet.  Casey was still sleeping.  She
looked a little dishevelled, but still very sexy.  I crept into the tent
and peeped into the other compartments.  Annie's was empty, naturally.  Dad
and Annie were both in his compartment, still asleep, naked, with no covers
on because of the heat.  They were a little tangled up but I could see
dad's willy - it was a bit shrivelled up now and looked a bit slimy.  I
could see Annie's pussy as well - a big goop of spunk had slid out of her.
I would have to have a talk with dad about safe sex.  I grabbed my pad and
some charcoal and quickly sketched an outline of a life study of the two of
them.  They were already posed rather artistically, and I needed the
practice with breasts and genitalia.

   The outline done, I put the drawing away and called softly to dad.  He
woke up and asked me how it had gone.  I said great, then asked him how he
had got on.  Then I heard a noise behind me.  It was Casey.  She looked so
fine, standing there naked.  I went to embrace her and we snogged, then
Casey went down to my puss and started to lick me.  When she slipped her
fingers inside me, she finger fucked me until I came and I nearly fell
over. We sneaked back to our compartment for some more love making.

   It struck me when I was writing this that dad might have seen Casey
doing her thing with me.  Knowing dad however, I am sure he has seen it all
before.  In fact he has probably seen it all before, then serviced both the
women.  Now there is a thought...  I am a pervy girl!

   We all had time for more sex that day.  I noticed that Annie was having
some definite `leaking sperm' issues.  I guess bikini gussets aren't built
to handle that sort of thing.  It was nothing a quick mop with a tissue
didn't fix (at least until the next goop slid out).

   Over the next few weeks Annie and dad got it on loads, and Casey and I
did the same whenever we could.  For some reason dad dumped Annie after
that even though he was in pieces over it (I will never understand adults).
I tried to get the reason why he dumped her out of him, but he wasn't
telling.

   Life went on much as before.  I got Casey to pose for my life studies,
and I have some portraits I am very proud of - they took ages though
because I kept getting distracted by her.

   One day Dad had an ex girlfriend turn up on his doorstep and needed a
place to stay.  I tried to not like Madeleine (Maddy for short) but she
said that her mum had just died and she was sorting out the funeral, so I
did actually have quite a lot in common with her.  She soon stopped being
dad's `ex' and became his `current' girlfriend.  Dad keeps making eyes at
her - something I have never seen him do before.  She is H.O.T.  as well. I
have done some clothed drawings of her, but I really hope she does some
nude sittings for me.

   Shit!  I cant believe I have spent all this time telling you about
myself - I thought I could do this bit in 10 lines!

   So I guess I better get on to the reason I am writing this.  No, it is
not that I am worried about being a lesbian, or that I am worried about
having pervy thoughts about my dad.  The reason I am writing this is
because I was being bullied at school.  Wait!  Don't go yet - this is
heading somewhere!  Trust me on this.

   There was a girl at school called Tricia.  She was a glamorous blonde
who was a couple of years older than me.  She was the sort of girl who, if
she decided she didn't like you, would make life unpleasant for you
whenever she got the chance.  You guessed it - she didn't like me.  I
honestly don't know why.  She didn't do the dirty work herself of course.
She had a female thug for that.  Like most people my age find, bullying
happens and I just learned to live with it.  My bag was dropped in a
toilet, I got nasty texts on my phone, dog poo was put in my locker, there
was some extorting money with menaces.  That sort of thing - nothing earth
shattering.  The teachers weren't interested in anything like that.  I
didn't tell dad about it - he would have just gone down there and made a
scene.

   So far so good.  It was when Casey and I sneaked off to a storage shed
at school for some discrete passion that things turned ugly.

   At the beginning of this essay, I described myself as an out and out
lesbian.  That is not quite true.  I am not out, and I don't want to be - a
very select few friends know I am gay, and I want it to stay like that.

   Casey and I had a quite snog together in the shed.  Well, it wasn't that
quiet - she somehow popped my boobs out of my blouse so she could get to
know them again.  Her hand slid under my skirt and started teasing my
pussy. Mmmmm, just thinking about it is making me wet down there.  I was a
bit worried that it wasn't the best place in the world to get it on, so I
persuaded her to stop.  I buttoned everything up and was ready to go when
Casey pointed at a lighter and a packet of cigarettes that some illicit
smoker must have left.  `Shall we try one?' I wasn't that keen, and I know
that smoking is the one thing that infuriates my Dad.  I did look very
sophisticated with a cigarette between my fingers though.  I took an
elegant drag.  The room span and I felt sick - I think I looked rather less
sophisticated choking on the smoke with my eyes streaming.  `Hang on! 
Those Lezzers are smoking my fags!' It was the voice of Tricia's henchwoman
outside the shed.  Casey and I burst out of the shed and ran past the thug
and Tricia who both laughed at us as we ran into the distance.

   It didn't take long to see why they didn't try to stop us.  About five
minutes later I got a series of pictures sent to my phone.  A text message
said `Be back in the shed alone at 4pm this afternoon, or else these go
around the whole school.'

   I looked through the pictures: 1.  Casey and I snogging.  2.  A pair of
boobs (mine), also showing my school blazer and badge.  3.  Casey mauling
my boobs, with her hand at my undies.  4.  My school skirt hitched up and
undies pulled aside, showing my pussy and Casey's finger slipping inside
me. 5.  Casey and I each about to puff on a cigarette.

   After a minute, I got another text and the picture of my boobs again. 
The text said `This is a friend of mine.  More soon?  Pass it on' It had
gone to about 20 people including me, and I knew it would be all around the
school by the end of the day.  In fact I was sent the picture by five
different people who all thought it was a huge laugh that someone had been
daring enough to bare their breasts for a picture whilst still wearing
their school uniform.  Whoever it was would be in big trouble if she got
found out.

   I had no choice but to go to the shed after school as instructed.  If
those photos got sent around the school, I reckoned I was looking at
instant expulsion.  I knew dad would defend my right to have a gay
relationship at the school but I wasn't so sure about the cigarette issue.

   Tricia was waiting for me in the shed with Fleur, her bulky hench-thug.
`Ah, I was hoping you wouldn't turn up.  Still, you are here now.' `Tricia,
please get rid of those pictures...' `Silence, you lezzy bitch!  I am your
mistress, so call me that!' `Yes...  Mistress.' It was difficult to say it.
`So, you are a lesbian?' Tricia asked coolly.  `Yes...  Mistress.' `I feel
it is my duty to help a dear friend such as you to get back on the straight
and narrow.  But to see how badly affected you are, I should see how lezzy
you have become.  Hold her down Fleur.' Fleur was, put politely, a big
girl. Impolitely she could be described as a fat old cow.  She had no
trouble holding my arms down.  Tricia calmly undid my blouse and unfastened
my bra, she caressed my breasts causing the nipples to go hard, although I
wished they hadn't.  She gave a nipple a pinch, I gasped a little.  She
took another picture with her mobile phone.  `This doesn't look too
promising Fleur.  Can you check her for me.' Fleur shoved her hand up my
skirt, pulled my knickers down, then slid a fat finger into my vagina. 
`Yeah, you was right.  Sopping wet.  I think she fancies you.' `We had
better do another test.  Would you mind being a darling Fleur?' `No
problem.' Fleur let go of me, stood up and pulled down her rather grey
knickers.  I got a brief glimpse of her hairy snatch.  Tricia leaned close
to me.  `I want you to lick her pussy for me.  If you don't I will start
sending pictures of you around the school one after the other until you do.
Do you understand?' I nodded.  Fleur advanced on me, holding her skirt up
showing her huge gash of dark curls.  She stood inches from me.  She smelt
of piss and sweat.  I paused for a second.  `Oh dear, there goes the first
picture.  That will be all around the school in the morning.' I got to
work. She didn't just smell of piss, she tasted strongly of it too.  I
ignored it and kept licking her disgusting slit.  `Delve a little deeper,
Amber.' Tricia told me.  I could see from the corner of my eye she was
taking more pictures.  I pushed my tongue deeper and deeper into Fleur's
foul hole.  I could feel her juices starting to flow and drip onto my face.
`Oh, she aint bad, Trisha.' Suddenly I felt I slimy something slip into my
mouth.  It was thicker and tasted even more disgusting than her pussy.  I
wondered for a moment if she had her period, but my question was answered a
minute later.  `Hey Trisha, I didn't tell you I had Dave and Billy last
night.  I reckon she must have tasted some cum by now.' `You had both of
them?' Trisha asked, incredulous.  `Yeah, I couldn't decide which one to
fuck, so they tossed a coin for who went first.' Tricia laughed.  `Who
won?' `Dave.  Billy got sloppy seconds.' They both laughed and I felt some
more Dave/Billy sperm slipping into my mouth, half making me gag, but I
kept on licking.  Fleur was getting more into it, mashing her hairy fanny
into my face.  I felt a finger pushing into my vagina - it must have been
Tricia.  Fleur finally came, squirting what tasted like piss into my mouth.
`She knows what she is doing alright.' Fleur replied, after getting her
breath back.

   Trisha held her glistening finger up in front of my face.  `Its not
looking good, Lezzy.  Look how turned on you were by Fleur.' She wiped her
finger on my hair.  `But don't worry, we will help you.  We will see you
here at the same time tomorrow.  Oh, and don't wear any knickers tomorrow -
I will check.' With that, the two bullies left together.  My face was
smeared with pussy juice, spunk and who knows what else.  I had a little
sob, but worse things had happened to me.  I wiped myself off as best as I
could and made my way home.

   When I got home I called a greeting to my dad as I arrived, then went
straight to the bathroom for a shower.  I soaped and scrubbed at length to
try to get the feeling of Fleur, Dave and Billy off my face.  `Are you ok?
You have been in here for ages.' It was dad.  I turned the water off and
stepped out of the shower.  We didn't have any hang-ups about nudity in the
bathroom.  I meant to grab a towel and dry off, but when I saw dad there I
had to hug him.  I put my arms around him, squeezed and didn't let go. 
`Sweetheart, you are soaking me.' `Sorry dad....' I looked up at him.  `I
love you.' He picked up a towel and wrapped it around me, then dried me
off. `Is everything ok?' he asked again.  `I just had a bad day at school.'
I couldn't tell him.  `I know the perfect antidote for a bad day.  A
massage.  Get ready in your bedroom and I will sort you out.' Kate had told
me dad was an expert with the massage oils.  I waited face down on my bed
for him.  He came in.  `I meant for you to have some underwear on...' he
trailed.  `...but it doesn't matter.' He sat beside me and squirted some
oil on his hands, then proceeded to give me a slow, wonderful massage.  He
rubbed out every tension in my lover back, working his was up my spine,
then up to my shoulders.  After some time he finished with large swirling
massage movements around my entire back right down to my butt cheeks.  It
was amazing, my entire back was tingling but relaxed.  `Can you do my front
please dad?' `I don't know...' `Please.  It was a really bad day.' I did my
`sad eyes' look for him.  `Well...  Ok.' I flipped over, exposing myself to
him.  He squirted some more oil onto his hands and repeated his massage
technique on my front, starting on my belly and working his way up.  He
didn't baulk at my breasts, and my nipples went hard when he ran his hands
over them.  `I wish I could draw this feeling' I said, dreamily.  `What
feeling?' `This feeling of being totally chilled out with my dad.' `Why
don't you give it a try?' He was right.  I could try.  Dad finished with
his big swirly massage all over my front, finishing at my tiny patch of
pubes.  Luckily, he didn't notice the river of juices running from my
pussy. He kissed me on the forehead and told me dinner was in an hours
time. I picked up my pad and started to draw a first draft of `girl naked,
horny and chilled out'.

   School the next day went as you might expect.  I arrived with no
knickers, and was convinced the wind was going to catch my skirt.  I had to
make sure I smoothed it down carefully each time I sat down at a lesson,
but I think I may have flashed a little at our French teacher.

   In school the next day at break time, I was accosted in the girls
lavatories by Trisha and the fat cow Fleur.  I was hustled into a cubicle.
`Lets see if you followed my instructions then Lezzy.' I lifted my skirt up
to them and Trisha took another picture on her phone.  `You have trimmed
your pubes very neatly Lezzy.' `Thank you Mistress.  I wax them.' `Why?'
`Because my girlfriend likes it that way when she licks me Mistress.'
Trisha sniggered.  `Don't forget to be there tonight, will you.' she
laughed as she left the toilet.  I couldn't forget.  I had been sent the
picture from last night three times by people other than Trisha. 
Fortunately, I still wasn't identifiable (it was the one of my school skirt
hitched up, my undies pulled aside, showing my pussy and Casey's finger
slipping inside me), but it wouldn't be long before I was.

   I arrived at the shed and again Fleur and Trisha were waiting for me. 
`Clothes off, Lezzy.' I didn't argue, but pulled off my clothes, hanging
them on a piece of machinery.  Trisha clicked her camera at me.  `Fleur,
did you meet up with Dave and Billy again last night?' `Yeah.  I let Billy
go first this time.' `Good.  Would you mind doing the honours again - all
fours this time I think.' Fleur laughed and yanked down her worn looking
knickers.  She stood for a second looking at the gusset - there was a large
dollop of slightly yellow cum in it.  She held the gusset up to my face so
I could lick the slime off.  I hesitated and she punched me hard in the
stomach - Fleur was as fond of physical violence as much as Trisha liked
the mental assaults.  I stuck my tongue out and dipped it into the mess,
licking off the foul liquid.  I couldn't help but notice a brown skid mark
further down the gusset.

   When most of the spunk had gone, she wiped the rest in my face and hair,
then tossed the knickers onto a workbench.  She lifted her skirt up and got
onto all fours.  She had a huge arse.  `Quickly Lezzy, we haven't got all
night.'

   Fleur still smelt of piss - I don't think she had washed since
yesterday. Her cunt (a bad word I know, but it describes it perfectly) was
gaping open a little and I could see a stream of Dave and Billy's sperm
disappearing into her.  I had no choice but to lick her out.  Her juices
were tainted with piss and the sperm tasted salty and stale.  I could smell
her revolting bum hole near my nose as I licked her.  `I think that will do
now Fleur'.  It was Amber.  `Hold on a tick.' Fleur pushed her matted pubes
and slimy gash hard into my face and came with a squirt more piss into my
face.  I went to stand up.  `Actually Lezzy, I haven't finished with you.
Get onto all fours.' I did as I was told, then watched as Trisha pulled a
large rubber penis out of her school bag.  It was big and realistic looking
- about the same size as my dad's penis.  It drooped slightly under it's
own weight as she held it up to me.  `You remember, I promised to get you
back on the straight and narrow, Lezzy?' Trisha moved behind me and I felt
the cold rubber against my annoyingly slick pussy lips.  `Please don't,
I've not been with...' `...A boy before?' Trisha finished for me.  `Maybe
that's your trouble.' It slipped in easily enough.  It was wide but not
more than I could manage.  I felt the rubber sliding in and filling me more
and more until there was no more room for it.  `I think I hit bottom'
Trisha silkily told me.  Then she shoved hard to push it in the last couple
of inches.  I think I screamed, but she didn't stop and pounded away at my
pussy with the dildo.  I heard someone taking more pictures.  My mind
drifted off to a happier place in an effort to disassociate myself from
what was happening.  I went to my bedroom last night with dad.  I imagined
him naked, massaging me, then slipping his huge hard cock all the way into
me, over and over again, making love until we both came and he left his
sperm inside me.  `Nice orgasm!' Trisha exclaimed sarcastically.  `There is
hope for you yet Lezzy.' She told me to be here again tomorrow, then she
flounced out without a care in the world out and with thugzilla in tow.

   She had left the dildo embedded in me so that I had to slide it out
myself, still slick with my juices.  My hair and face were sticky.  I got
dressed and slipped the dildo in my backpack and went home.  Dad would
start asking awkward questions if I made a fuss like yesterday so I
showered quickly and changed into my casual clothes.  I hid the dildo under
my bed.

   The next day, I arrived at the shed alone and removed my clothes as
instructed.

   Trisha arrived after a few minutes, but as well as Fleur there were two
boys both about 15 years old.  Trisha explained that they were the famous
Dave and Billy, and they were going to help with my rehabilitation.  I have
never actually been seen naked by a boy before - I tried to cover myself
with my arms but it was hopeless.  `Could you do the honours please Fleur.'
Trisha asked, sweetly.  `Hey boys, you will like this.' Fleur said to Dave
and Billy.  She whipped her knickers off and hitched up her skirt, exposing
her hairy gash and her spare tyre, then squatted down slightly.  I saw a
drip of sperm drop onto the concrete floor, then another and another. 
`Well hurry up girl, that's last night spunk - don't waste it!'.

   I positioned myself so I could lick at her minge.  I lapped as fast as I
could to try to make her come quickly, but stale gobs of spunk kept sliding
into my mouth.  I swallowed them down quickly to try not to taste it.  I
could feel fingers probing at my pussy.  `You were right, she is really
wet!' It was Dave or Billy.  Other hands started to squeeze on my breasts.
I heard the other boy ask `can we fuck her Trish?' `Another time.  You
remember our arrangement?' `Oh yeah.  Sorry.' Dave/Billy did not seem to be
the sharpest knife in the drawer.  Fleur came again, wiping herself on a
handful on my hair before she got up.  All I had been able to see while I
was licking her was her sweaty pubes and her huge belly bobbing around
above me.  Now I could see both of the boys - one of the boys was still
fingering my pussy and the other was standing up.  Neither had any trousers
or underwear on.  `Please don't.' I cried, tears starting to roll down my
face.  `Don't worry, Lezzy.  Your virtue is safe with me.  I just want you
to do to them what you have just done with Fleur.  I must have looked a bit
blank.  Trisha sighed.  `Lick them until they come, you idiot Lezzy.' Both
boys stood in front of me, cocks just in front of my mouth.  They weren't
particularly big but when I started to lick them I could taste Fleur on
both of them.  I swirled my tongue around of first one knob, then the
other. `I like it sliding right in and out of your mouth.  And go slow!'
one of them said.  I slid my lips slowly down his shaft until his cock was
brushing the back of my throat.  It was on the verge of making me gag, so I
stopped, ready to pull back off.  Then I felt a hand on the back of my
head. The boy pushed his cock in the rest of the way so his pubes were in
my nose.  The head of his cock was actually in my throat, and my stomach
heaved.  Worse, I couldn't breath and I started to panic.  Mercifully, he
slid right out again.  I choked, but I managed to not be sick.  He started
to push into me again.  `Take a breath before it goes down your throat you
dumb Lezzy!' I did as I was told.  My stomach heaved again, but I got over
it.  I choked again when he withdrew.  In it came again.  I was ready this
time and my stomach didn't heave.  `I think she likes it now.' Billy/Dave
told his friends.  He kept sliding right into my throat then almost right
out of my mouth.  Then he started fucking my throat is quick short strokes.
I felt his sweaty balls slap on my chin.  `I am going to come!' the boy
exclaimed, then pulled out a little and squirted his thick goo into my
mouth.

   `Don't swallow yet, Lezzy!' Trisha commanded.  She told me to open my
mouth for a photo.  `Ok.  Swallow now - all in one go.' I gulped the vile
liquid.  I thought I was going to be sick, but I managed to keep it down.

   `Take it right in your mouth and suck it' the other boy told me.  I
swirled my tongue as much as I could.  I started sliding my lips back and
forwards over the length of his shaft to try to get the ordeal over with as
quickly as possible.  Mercifully, the second boy didn't last very long but
he pulled his dick from my mouth and started to pump his seed onto my face.
There seemed to be a lot of it, and some went in my eye.  Trisha was taking
more pictures of me.  `Open both your eyes, Lezzy.' `I cant!' I sobbed `I
have got some in my eye.' They all laughed, then Trisha came over and
pulled my eyelids open allowing the spunk to fall into my eye and Fleur
took another picture of me with the phone.

   `Same time tomorrow then, Lezzy' Tricia whispered in my ear.  They
trouped out laughing together.

   This had to stop.  Trisha had unwittingly given me a plan.

   I had thought to bring some tissues and wet wipes with me, so I quickly
cleaned myself up and got dressed.  My eye felt sore and I think I had some
sperm in my hair, but I needed to get to the town before the shops shut.

   When I got home I called out to dad, but his girlfriend Maddy answered.
She reminded me that dad was away on business until tomorrow, so I was
stuck with her.  Too bad - I could have done with another massage.  I
showered quickly and bathed my eye for some time.  It still looked a little
red but it would be ok.  I told Maddy something had flown into it (which
wasn't actually a lie).

   I had been letting Casey know what sort of things had been happening to
me but I spared her the details as I knew she felt bad enough already.  I
went through my plan with her that evening.  Luckily, I don't think Trisha
had thought to find out who my girlfriend was to start a bullying campaign
against her.  I needed Casey to get close to Trisha for my plan to work.

   I went to bed early that night, hoping for a good night's sleep.  I
dreamt that night of my mum.  It started in the hospital where she died -
she was fading fast and I leant close to her to hear what she said.  `You
fillty Lezzer!' she hissed at me.  Then one of the boys who had abused me
that day pushed me out of the way and asked `Have I got time for a quick
one?' Mum smiled at him and he pushed his cock into her mouth all the way
like he had with me, only he didn't pull out, he jigged his cock back and
forward in her throat.  Her hands started to flap and claw at the sheets,
then went limp.  A machine she was wired up to made a long beeping noise.
The boy pulled out of her throat and splashed his seed on her lifeless
face, some going into her open eyes.  I begged a passing nurse to help her,
but when she turned around I realised it was Trisha.  `Her cunt will still
be warm if you want some, you filthy Lezzer.' She pulled off the covers to
show a huge, gaping hairy vagina like Fleur's - large gobs of yellowing cum
sliding out of it.  Trisha was pushing my face towards it.  I begged her
not to make me do it, but she was too strong.

   `Don't make me do it!' I woke up with a start, sweat poring down my
face. I hadn't had a bad dream for months.  I went to get some comfort from
Dad in his room.  `Dad, I had a bad dream...' Maddy must have been woken up
by my shout.  `He is away Amber.  Remember?' `Oh sorry.' My voice cracked a
little.  I turned to go back to my room.  `Maybe I can help?' She patted
the bed next to her.  I really didn't want to go back to my room just yet.
`Snuggle up to me and tell me about it' She was sitting up in bed.  I sat
next to her.  `Was it about your mum?' I nodded, then burst into heaving
sobs.  She put her arm around me and held me close.  I planted my face on
her bosom and cried myself out.  All the time, she just rubbed my back or
stroked my hair and said `Its ok, let it all out.'.  I finally stopped
crying and realised what I was snuggled into.  Maddy's breasts were
moderately big, warm and comforting.  I could see her nipples poking
through the smooth white material of her nightie.  `Is this silk?' `Feeling
better now?' We both laughed and I lifted up my head.

   `Believe it or not this is the first time I have comforted...' I thought
she was about to say child, but then she saved it by saying `...a young
lady.  How did I get on?' `Well, as a hugs go, I have to admit you are not
bad.  Dad is really great but he is all lumpy muscles and tickly hair and
scratchy chin.' `Tell me about it!  You wouldn't believe the places I get
stubble burn.' `With my dad, I would believe it!' We laughed again.  I
looked at her nightie again.  She said it was silk.  Apart from the tear
stains on her chest, it was beautiful.  I ran my fingers along the fabric.
`I bet Dad likes it.' `Actually it doesn't stay on long if he is in bed
with me, but I wear it because it makes me feel nice.' `I bet.  I think I
would be constantly horny if I had that rubbing on...  me.' I changed the
last word of the sentence at the last second.  She conspiratorially
whispered to me `It has that effect on me.' She saw me glance at her
nipples - they were kind of perky.  I realised I had been caught and we
laughed together.  `Are you ok now?' I nodded and stood up to go.  Maddy
must have seen the look on my face when I saw the dark passageway back to
my room.  `Why don't you stay with me tonight.  There's lots of room.' `You
don't mind?' `Its fine.' I snuggled in next to Madeleine, and gave her a
goodnight kiss on the cheek.  I was soon dreaming of warm silky breasts.

   I woke up early the next morning.  The covers had fallen off in the
night.  I was snuggled into Maddy's chest.  My arm was across her.  She was
still sleeping.  I extricated myself and looked at her.  Her nightie had
ridden up in the night and I could see her pussy easily.  She had dark
black pubes which were trimmed quite short into a triangle.  Her legs were
slightly apart, so I quietly shifted position to have a really good close
up view - strictly for artistic purposes of course.  Her pussy lips were
quite prominent and their skin was darker than the rest of her.  The lips
curled around her slightly gaping hole like rose petals.  I was a little
envious of her as I imagined dad sliding his cock into this hole and
fucking her until he pumped his sperm into it.  My heart nearly leapt into
my mouth when I realised I could see what looked like sperm trickling down
from her vagina.  Dare I?  There would be hell to pay if she woke up, but I
couldn't pass up this chance.  I leant forward and breathed her
intoxicating smell in, then dipped my tongue into her puckered bum hole
which had collected a small pool of the stuff.  I gently licked the trail
up to the rim of her pussy, then dipped my tongue gently inside her.  I
took the thick fluid I had collected into my mouth to savour the taste. 
How come this sperm tasted so good, whilst those boy's sperm was so foul?
Maddy started to stir, so I put the covers back on her and went back to my
room.  I still had a couple of hours before I had to get up, so today was
the first time I used my newly acquired rubber penis on myself.  I started
to imagine it was my dad, but by the time I came, I was imagining Maddy
thrusting it into me.  Like I said, I am a pervy girl.

   When I finally got out of bed, I left the house early and met up with
Casey before school in a café we sometimes used.  I broke a phone SIM card
I had purchased the previous evening into two so there was no hope of it
ever working again and gave the pieces to Casey.  We went over the plan one
more time.  Even if it worked, I would probably get beaten to a pulp.  If
it failed I would be beaten to a pulp, humiliated in front of the whole
school and expelled.

   At morning break time, I went to the school receptionist.  `I have a
message from Mr Scrivens.  He wants to see Fleur Smith in his office
immediately.' Neither surnames are real by the way.  `Again?' she asked.  I
quickly departed the scene and headed for the playground.  Casey was
waiting for me and pointed to Trisha who was with Fleur, pushing a first
year girl around.  `Fleur Smith to the headmasters office immediately,'
came crackling over the school speaker system.  Fleur shrugged to Trisha
and walked towards the office.

   I nodded to Casey who pressed a button on my phone.  Trisha's phone
rang. She found it in her bag, looked at the display and answered it. 
`Hello Lezzy, what do you want?'

   I approached quietly from out of sight of Trisha, then launched myself
at her, knocking the phone out of her hand with one slap, then delivered a
hard punch to her nose.  I think I felt something go click.  The punch had
stunned her somewhat and I had time to get another good punch to her cheek.
Trisha was bigger and older than me and now that the element of surprise
had gone, she decided to get her retaliation in by raking her nails down my
face.  Before Trisha took me down in something like a rugby tackle, I saw
Casey drop Trisha's mobile phone on the floor and stamp on it.  Job done.
My objective now was to hurt Trisha as much as possible for the 30 seconds
it would take for a teacher to separate us.  Unfortunately Trisha was
sitting astride me.  Blood was pouring out of her nose onto me.  `Fight! 
Fight!  Fight!' the chant went around the playground.  Trisha slapped me
hard, twice.  One of the buttons on her blouse had come undone and I saw a
flash of her bra.  I shoved my hand into her blouse, sank my nails into her
tit and pulled hard.  I would have like to have pulled her tit right off of
course, but in fact her bra and blouse came away and I left some
satisfyingly deep scratches on her breast.  A cheer went up from the boys
in the crowd of kids around us.  Trisha didn't seem to realise her breasts
were flapping around while she punched me in the once in the face.  I got
my hands in the way before the second one landed and she wrestled at them
to get them out of the way.  I heard another ripping noise and another
cheer went up.  Trisha managed to pin one of my arms with her knee.  She
hit me again, but it wasn't a good contact.  I saw her pulling her fist
right back to take her best shot at me.  This was going to hurt.  I shut my
eyes and waited for the bone jarring contact, but it never came.  I looked
up and saw one of the burlier teachers was pulling her off me.  The year
head helped me off the floor, then told me to cover myself up - my blouse
was torn most of the way from the collar, and my bra was in separate
pieces. Like Tricia, I hadn't realised I had been showing all the first
year boys what breasts looked like.

   We were both marched off to be patched up and to cool off in separate
offices while we waited for our `parent or guardian' to be called into the
school.  I had some plasters on the scratches down my cheek, a fat lip, the
beginnings of a black eye, my nose kept bleeding on and off, and one of my
teeth felt wobbly.  My blouse was covered in blood (not all mine) and held
together with safety pins.  My bra was a lost cause and was in the bin.

   Dad finally arrived - he had diverted from his journey home straight to
the school.  I must have looked a sight.  `Christ, what has happened to
you?' `You should see the other girl.' I nervously laughed, then hugged
him. We waited for a while and we realised that the head teacher was
interviewing Trisha first.  Eventually Trisha and her dad came out.  She
had a wide plaster over the length of her nose and I could see both her
eyes were beginning to blacken.  Her blouse was also pinned together but
plasters on her breast were visible through the material.  She looked at me
with loathing as she left with her father.  Dad and I were called into the
headmaster's office.  The headmaster began by telling us that Trisha had
alleged that I had been carrying out a sexual relationship with another
girl on the school grounds, and that when she confronted me about it I had
lashed out at her.  I noticed his gaze kept dropping to my tits through my
slightly see-through blouse while he spoke.  The old pervert.  Dad spoke
first.  `I hardly think questioning Amber's sexuality is appropriate here,
whether the allegation is true or not.' Dad knew that `Questioning
sexuality' is a huge no-no in educational circles, and he soon had Mr
Scrivens agreeing it was irrelevant.  `...and is there any actual evidence
of Amber being involved in any sexual behaviour on the school grounds?' No
there wasn't.  `As for lashing out, has Amber ever lashed out at anyone
else since she has been here?' `No.' `So perhaps we should ask her why she
had got into a fight with this girl?' Mr Scrivens nodded, and they both
looked at me.  `She has been bullying me.  It has been going on for ages
but recently it has started to get physical.  This is where she punched me
yesterday.' I explained.  I lifted up the hem of my blouse - I think Mr
Scrivens thought I was going to get my tits out - he must have been
disappointed.  I held my blouse high enough to show them the ugly bruise on
my stomach that Fleur had given me.  It was clearly older than today's
bruises.  Then I rolled down my sock to show another ugly, but fading
bruise.  `This is where she kicked me last week.' It was actually where I
had been hit by a cricket ball, but they didn't know that.  Thinking about
it now, I was probably giving Scrivens an eyeful down my blouse when I
pushed down my sock.  `When she started pushing me around again this
morning, I decided it was time to stand up for myself.' Dad looked proud of
me, and squeezed my hand - I felt a little guilty about lying to him about
the bruises, and why I started the fight, but it couldn't be helped.

   Mr Scrivens conceded that Trisha did have a history of complaints
against her about bullying, but when he pointed out that her expensive
mobile phone had been smashed during the fracas, Dad said it would be a
`cold day in hell' that we would pay to replace that bully's phone.

   In the end Mr Scrivens decided we were both to blame in part for what
happened, and the two of us were suspended for a week.

   Casey called around after school had finished.  She gasped a little when
she saw the state I was in, but quickly handed me a SIM card and my phone
back.  Dad came to the door.  `I don't think you ought to come in Casey -
we have had a bit of a day of it today.' `That's ok - I just wanted to see
Amber was ok.' She gave me a little kiss, then went home.

   I swapped the SIM card with the one in my own phone and checked through
the pictures on the card.  They were all there.  It was all very well
destroying the evidence, but I realised the pictures were as much evidence
against Trisha as they were against me.  To make sure she could get the
card out of the school safely, Casey had swapped the SIM card with the
broken one before she had smashed the Trisha's phone.

   I downloaded the pictures onto my PC, then forwarded a few to my own
phone.  I reloaded my own SIM card into my phone.  It buzzed as the
messages I had sent to it arrived.  Then an extra message arrived from I
number I didn't recognise.  It said `You are Dead.' It was obviously from
Trisha.  I replied to it `Any more trouble from you and this picture, and a
few others will go around the school, to your parents and to Scrivens.' I
attached a picture of Trisha maniacally laughing as she thrust a huge dildo
into a naked, obviously young girl's vagina.  A school uniform hung in the
background.

   I spent the next week as a lady of leisure.  My bruises looked worse
than they felt, so I decided to have a go at completing `girl naked, horny
and chilled out'.  I had not done anything quite like it before - I was
trying to draw a feeling rather than an image.  The final result was
something people either `got' or didn't.  I showed it to Dad (who I always
thought was quite intuitive), but he didn't even know which way up it went.
When I showed it to Maddy, she said `Whew!  Is this based on you?  Casey
must be floating your boat!' I didn't correct her, but she was on the right
track.  She even took a picture of it and sent it to an art dealer friend
in Germany.  He was quite enthusiastic and said it had `surrealist
overtones', and gave me some hints on how to make my work more commercial
which boiled down to `do it bigger'.  I later tried doing a draft of `evil
bitch queen', but Maddy suggested I save the frightening ones until I was
more established.  What she said made sense and I knew then that I wanted
to be an artist.

   And Trisha?  She never troubled me again.  She was sent to a young
offender's institution after she was caught sexually abusing a second year
girl at the school.  I sincerely hope she becomes dyke fodder for the next
18 months she will spend as a guest of her majesty.

   So that's the end of what happened to me.  I hope you like it.  At last
everyone one was happy, there was not shouting, bullying or violence.  The
calm lasted for about a week - you wouldn't believe what happened then. 
But that's another story.
















   

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