Author: Connard Wellingham
Title: The Girls School
Part: Chapter 06
Summary: Adam Hazel finds a new job at an exclusive girl's school where he finds 
things are not quite as they seem...
Keywords: MF, Mf, FF, ff, M+F+f+, F+f+, bdsm, span, oral, cons

The Girl's School
By: Connard Wellingham
Copyright (c) Connard Wellingham 2003

	This story contains what is known as 'adult content', ie sex.  Why one 
should be allowed to read about murder, torture, violence and killing but not 
sex is a mystery to me - but there you go, that's the way it is.  So if it is 
not legal for you to read about sex where you are, or you are deemed too young 
to read about sex or, you find stories about sex offensive - DO NOT READ THIS 
STORY.

	This story is fiction.  This story is FANTASY.  It is intended solely for 
your amusement and enjoyment.  The author would not like to mislead the more 
gullible among you that the world really is as depicted here.  Whether the world 
would be a better place if people did behave as they do in the story is a moot 
point.

	This story can be freely distributed so long as;
	a) neither the distributor nor the recipient make any profit from it,
	b) no words are changed without the author's consent,
	c) the author is credited with being the author,
	d) this warning section is included,
	e) acknowledgment is given to www.asstr.org as being the original source 
of the text.

	The author welcomes helpful comments and can be contacted at 
cwellingham@SoftHome.net.

Chapter 6 - Initiation (MF bdsm fdom)

	He was awoken by frantic knocking on the front door.  Blearily he stumbled 
from his bed and opened it.  In the hallway stood Jacqueline, holding a raincoat 
clasped tightly at her throat and looking very agitated.

	"Quick," she cried.  "You must come at once."

	"What .... ?  Why ... ?" he asked, his head full of sleep.

	"Don't ask any questions.  You must come now.  It's very important."

	The urgency in her voice penetrated the fog of sleep.

	"Okay.  Okay." he turned away to find some clothes and Jacqueline followed 
him in and paced agitatedly while he struggled into trousers, jumper and shoes.

	"Hurry.  Do hurry," she urged.

	She led him out across the courtyard and away from the main entrance.  The 
night was overcast and pitch black and he had no idea of what time it was.  He 
kept stumbling and tripping, although Jacqueline seemed to know her way.  He 
noticed, without really being aware of it, that she held the neck of her coat 
tightly closed at all times although the night was not cold, and that she was 
wearing a pair of stiletto-heeled sandals.

	She opened a door he had not seen before and urged him through.

	"In here," she hissed.  "Be careful on the stairs."

	There was no light and he stumbled up a flight of stairs.  As he reached 
the top, a door opened in front of him and the dim light spilling out 
temporarily blinded him.  Before his eyes could adjust, Jacqueline pushed him 
firmly from behind.  He lurched through the doorway and was grabbed by a number 
of people.  His arms were pinned tightly and a hood thrown over his head.  He 
started to protest and struggle.

	"Adam," said a voice he recognised as Anne's.  "Be still and listen. You 
have been brought here tonight for a very special purpose.  Tonight you are on 
trial.  It  is a serious trail for your future depends on how you behave.  For 
the duration you will remain blindfolded.  If you cooperate, your arms will 
remain free and only your legs will be restrained.   To succeed in this trial 
you must do exactly as you are instructed without question and without 
objection.  If you so much as hint at non-cooperation, the consequences will be 
severe.  Do you understand."

	"What...! This is outrageous!  You can't ... " he spluttered, his voice 
muffled by the hood.

	"Adam!  I can't tell you how important and serious this is.  I am not 
exaggerating when I say your whole future depends on what happens here tonight.  
You must do exactly as instructed without question and without objection.  I 
will not repeat this.  You have no need to speak - simply nod or shake your 
head.  Now, do I have your full and willing cooperation?"

	There was something in her voice that convinced him she was deadly serious 
and it chilled him.  He noticed that he had not been given an option to back 
out.  For a fleeting instant he wondered if his life was at stake.  He swallowed 
in a dry throat and nodded.

	"You agree you will obey every command given and carry out every action as 
instructed?"

	Again he nodded.  There seemed to be a collective sigh of relief from his 
captors.   With a flash of intuition, he realised they were all female.  A 
feminine body pressed against him and soft hands slipped a mask underneath the 
hood and secured it tightly around his eyes.  The hood was removed.

	It felt very strange and unnerving to be in an unknown room with a group 
of unknown women, unable to see.  The lack of vision, however, heightened his 
other senses.  The hands that had fastened the mask now tugged at his jumper.  
He raised his arms above his head to assist.  A second pair of hands was 
fumbling at his belt and fly and a third pair was tugging at his shoes.  The air 
was warm and the floor carpeted.  The carpet felt soft and thick against his 
bare feet.  There was a clanking of chains and soft hands clamped padded metal 
bands around his ankles.  He was urged forward, stumbling as he discovered that 
the chain joined the ankle bands together, until his toes met and obstruction.

	"Bend over.  You won't fall," said a voice.

	His hands were pulled forward to grip a horizontal metal bar, slightly 
above waist height and away form his body.  There was a shuffling sound from the 
floor and a pair of gentle hands and mouth wrapped themselves around his cock.  
Despite feeling completely vulnerable and exposed, he began to respond.  The 
hands cupped his balls, nails scored lightly up the sensitive underside of his 
cock.   Lips and tongue licked and sucked around the glans.  The mouth engulfed 
him and he felt the tip of his cock press against the woman's throat.  She was 
definitely an expert at oral sex.  He groaned.

	Without warning a line of severe pain lanced across his buttocks and a 
searing heat, like a jolt of electricity, surged through his body.  He cried out 
and jerked forwards to escape the pain.  The woman sucking him off jerked her 
mouth away to avoid being choked.

	"What the ... !" he shouted.

	"Remember, Adam, you are on trial, here!"

	The pain and shock receded leaving a residual heat.  The mouth returned to 
ministering to his cock which now seemed even more sensitive.  With sudden 
insight he saw the parallel between his situation and the recent punishment 
session.  The mouth at his cock and the burning in his bottom prevented him from 
thinking very clearly.  This was very important!  If only they would let him 
alone for a moment he was sure he could work it out.

	The second blow landed and again he jerked forwards.  This time he managed 
to remain silent except for an involuntary grunt.  Images flashed through his 
mind; of the girls in the car on the way to the interview, of Felicia in her 
thong, of Anne confessing she enjoyed punishing the girls.  All the little 
signals he had overlooked suddenly came into focus.  This was no ordinary 
school.  Something mysterious was going on.  He was taking part in some sort of 
initiation rite - some trial to see if he was fit for something.  He had no idea 
what but in that instant he knew he wanted, needed to be part of it and that he 
must not fail.  With almost maniacal glee, he braced himself for the further 
blows he knew would come.

	When the next blow landed he gripped the bar tightly and managed to 
restrain his movement to a slight flinch.

	"Very good," said Anne, approvingly.

	The mouth at his cock had moved away in case he reacted but quickly 
returned.  He gritted his teeth as the pain surged through him again.  This 
time, perhaps because he was anticipating it, it did not seem so bad.  The blows 
continued to rain down on him from behind and the mouth continued to suck him 
from the front.  He no longer felt the individual blows.  Each one seemed only 
to raise the searing agony to even higher levels.  The pain became heat and 
spread through his body with its focus in his cock.   The mouth licked and 
slurped and sucked seeking to suck his balls out through the tip of his cock.  
He lost count of the strokes.  His whole concentration was on the pain and the 
heat and the sucking mouth.  A deep sensation began at the base of his cock.  
"Oh, shit.  Oh, yes," he cried out.  He began to twitch uncontrollably as his 
balls emptied and he pumped his cum into the anonymous mouth.  The first spurt 
caught her by surprise but she immediately began sucking and swallowing 
enthusiastically, cupping his balls and squeezing them gently as they emptied 
their contents into her mouth.

	The mouth moved away and was replaced by a second one which eagerly licked 
and lapped him clean.  Gentle hands helped him upright where he stood on shaky 
legs.  A glass of liquid was pressed into his hand and he drank it eagerly, not 
thinking or caring about what it might be.  It didn't seem to be alcoholic but 
it settled in his stomach and spread a fuzzy warmth all through his body.  The 
pain in his bottom receded to a dull ache.  Another pair of soft hands took hold 
of his cock and gently began to masturbate him.  To his surprise, he began to 
respond immediately.  A mouth followed the hands - this time full of light and 
fluttery kisses and licks that seemed more aimed at rousing him to full 
strength.  In no time at all, his cock was stiff and throbbing.  He could feel 
the blood pulse through  its veins and he wanted a fuck.

	Eager hands pressed him back until he was lying on his back on a narrow 
bench.  His arms were pulled together under the bench and his wrists were 
handcuffed together.  His feet were unchained and positioned flat on the floor 
and a strap secured his ankles to the legs of the bench.  The bench was narrow 
and he felt precariously  balanced.  He was acutely conscious of his cock, thick 
and throbbing and standing stiffly out from his body, fully exposed for all to 
see.  Then there was the warmth of a woman's body near his head and the musky, 
tingly aroma of hot female sex.

	"Right, Adam," said Anne's voice.  "You are required to make each person 
in turn cum without cumming yourself.  If you cum first, it will be 20 lashes 
plus 5 for each person you missed.  Clear?"

	He nodded and before he could even take a breath, his mouth was filled 
with hot, wet, cunt and a thick bush of pubic hair.  He stuck out a tongue and 
probed the cunt and was rewarded with a moan.  He began to lick between the 
proffered lips, running his tongue up and down the moist slit.  He probed 
deeper, wiggling his tongue inside the vagina.  It's owner moaned again and 
started to rub her cunt up and down on his face.  The hairs of her cunt filled 
his mouth and his nose and chin became coated and sticky with her juices.

	He found her clitoris and flicked it with his tongue; probing and poking.  
The owner grew more agitated, pressing down more heavily on his face.  He 
stretched his lips and sucked the clitoris into his mouth.  This drove the woman 
wild and she started bucking so fiercely that he feared he would roll off the 
bench.  But her agitation acted to his advantage for, instead of having to work 
to bring her off, the woman was doing that for him.  She was obviously aroused 
before he started and it was only a matter of minutes before she pushed down 
hard on his face, almost breaking his neck, and rewarded his efforts with a 
scream of pleasure and a flood of feminine juices.  The juices ran stickily 
covering his nose, mouth and chin.   

	He could hear the woman being helped down with appreciative murmurs.  
'Well, that wasn't too bad,' he thought.  'If my neck can stand the strain, I 
should be able to do this.'

	A warm, damp cloth was passed over his face and neck, wiping away the 
sticky residue and another pair of thighs stepped up.  He knew it was somebody 
different: the aroma from the aroused cunt above his head was, somehow, sweeter 
and lighter.  The thighs and cunt seemed closer so he guessed that this woman 
was smaller.  From above his head a hesitant voice said, "I don't think I want 
to do this..."

	"You have to," came Jaqueline's voice, encouragingly.  "You'll be just 
fine.  You'll enjoy it."

	The cunt was lowered tentatively.  He felt soft, cunt lips and a brush of 
fine cunt hair against his nose and mouth.  He surmised that this was Evaline.  
He decided he had better be a bit less aggressive than he had been with the 
previous woman.  He started by making short, gentle licks over and around the 
soft cunt lips, gradually making them longer and more lingering.  The cunt was 
not so aroused as the previous one had been and it was several minutes before he 
felt them swell and part. The sweet, musky odour increased and he was aware of a 
slight trembling in the thighs which clamped his ears.  He gently probed his 
tongue between the lips and licked up and down in long sweeps.  The trembling in 
the thighs increased and a low moan came from above.

	Without warning a tongue of fire lashed across his prick and the shock 
made him jerk, almost dislodging the woman above him.  Again, the pain lanced 
through his prick and balls.  It was so intense he nearly wept.  'Oh,God, no 
more,' he begged in silent agony.  In that moment of blurred anguish he almost 
gave up.  But something held him and he fought to maintain his balance and his 
equilibrium, and keep up the steady licking of the cunt pressing down on his 
face.  The woman was now fully aroused and her pussy juices were trickling out 
running over his chin.  He extended his tongue, pushing it deeper into the hot, 
wet interior and wiggling it about.  Evaline's cunt tasted young and sweet and 
he wished he could push his cock into it instead of his tongue.

	No further blows came to his cock.  Instead, it was suddenly engulfed in a 
warm, wet mouth.  To his surprise, the lashing had not decreased his ardour.  If 
anything, his cock  was even more sensitive and felt every touch of lips and 
tongue intensely.  The mouth moved up and down on his cock, sucking as it rose.  
The tongue ran round the sensitive tip then the mouth descended again.  'Oh, 
shit,' he thought.  'If she keeps this up, I'll cum long before I've finished.'  
The thought of  20 or more lashes, however, didn't bear contemplating so he 
tried his best to ignore the sensations at his lower end and concentrate on 
those at the top end.

	He probed and licked, wiggling his tongue deep into the, by now, hotly 
aroused cunt.  He found the woman's stiff, little clitoris and circles it with 
his tongue.  She let out a small scream and almost overbalanced.  Sympathetic 
hands reached out to support her and he could vaguely hear encouraging voices 
muffled by the slim thighs clamped tightly around his head. 

	The mouth continued to ply his cock and he continued to try to ignore it 
and bring the girl on his face to her climax.  He sucked her clitoris into his 
mouth and nipped it gently with his teeth.  That did it.  Evaline's thighs 
parted then clamped shut around his head, her bottom jerked and twitched as she 
came.  More sweet, female juice dribbled over his face and he eagerly lapped it 
from her cunt.  Trembling with emotion, she was helped down.  The mouth  was 
withdrawn from his cock.

	Now the stress was over, he became aware that his body, particularly his 
neck and shoulders were aching with the strain of maintaining his balance on the 
narrow bench.

	His face was tenderly cleaned again.  Then another pair of thighs 
straddled his head and another cunt descended, rather tentatively, on his face.  
These thighs were sleek and muscular and the cunt had a more stringent odour - 
tart and piquant.  With sudden insight he knew this was Barbara.  As her cunt 
lips brushed his nose, he was aware of two things - that she was remarkably wet 
and that there was not a trace of hair anywhere.  He explored the bare lips with 
his tongue and discovered that they were small and full.  He tried to visualise 
Barbara naked with her small, round cunt and found the image surprisingly erotic 
although he had not been particularly attracted to her before.  She was too 
honed, too lean for his tastes with her small high breasts and broad shoulders.
He continued to carefully explore Barbara's bare pussy, conscious that, as an 
out-and-out lesbian, she would probably not be a particularly enthusiastic 
participant.

	He was so absorbed in his task that he completely forgot where he was, so 
the lash curling round his erect prick caught him totally by surprise.  Only by 
an effort of supreme self-control did he avoid biting both his tongue and 
Barbara's cunt lips.  Three times the lash bit into his prick and three times 
the pain seared through his body.  He broke out in a sweat all over.

	Somehow he managed to maintain his ministrations on Barbara's cunt, 
licking round the outside of her lips and then the inside.  Moving his tongue in 
a circle he gradually eased it into her vagina.  His strategy was correct.  As 
he penetrated deeper, he could feel her self-control break down.  Her legs began 
to tremble slightly and her breathing came faster and  hoarser.

	The pain in his cock faded and was replaced with a throbbing burning 
sensation.  The tip of a soft, wet tongue touch the very tip and jerked 
involuntarily.  The tongue pressed and wiggled as if trying to insert itself 
into the pee-hole.  The sensation nearly blew his mind.  Then it circled his 
glans, looping round and round.  Every so often, just for variety, lips would 
close over it and the tongue would lash the tip.  He could feel his prick 
throbbing and pulsing and began to doubt he could hold out long enough to 
complete his task.

	With a sense of urgency, he thrust his tongue deep into the cunt on his 
face.  Barbara groaned loudly.  She slumped forward, supporting her weight with 
her hands on his chest and pushed her cunt down onto his mouth.  This helped 
distract him from the ministrations at his other end and he attacked her cunt 
with a will, plunging his tongue in and out of her cunt - fucking her with his 
tongue.  She shifted slightly and he found her clitoris, a hard nubbin like a 
child's thumb, which he proceeded to lick and nibble with vigour, sometimes 
sucking it right into his mouth and lashing with his tongue.   Barbara bounced 
and wriggled above him so that he had great difficulty in holding on.  She 
moaned and grunted above him, obviously nearing her climax.  He gripped her 
clitoris between his lips and manipulated it with his tongue and let her own 
movements take her over the edge.  Suddenly she let out a high-pitched yell and 
sat heavily on his face.  Her legs went rigid and she flooded his mouth with her 
cum.  There were cries of pleasure and encouragement from the others as she was 
assisted off.

	"You bastard," she hissed.  "That wasn't supposed to happen."

	He felt a glow of smug satisfaction.

	Meanwhile, the mouth administering to his prick had become more demanding.   
It was now sliding up and down his pole.  He could feel his prick enter the 
woman's throat and her lips against his pubic hairs, and realised she was taking 
his complete length right into her mouth.  Although he couldn't see her, he had 
a mental image of Jacqueline, crouched over his cock, her full, red lips sliding 
up and down and his cock disappearing completely between them.  He could feel 
his balls begin to tighten and feared he would not last out much longer.

	Momentary distraction arrived as the warm, damp cloth wiped his face.  
Another pair of thighs straddled his head and he knew, before she had settled, 
that this was Anne.  He determined to make her experience a memorable one.

	He suspected that, although she came across as being very assertive, she 
actually had a submissive streak in her and a liking for mild pain.  He started, 
as with Barbara, by licking round the damp and swollen lips of her pussy.  But, 
suddenly, he took them between his teeth and bit gently.

	"Ow," said  Anne, jerking at the unexpected pain.

	He continued licking and nibbling, sometimes with his teeth, sometimes 
with his lips.  She twitched and jerked above him, uttering little cries of  
'Oh' and 'Ah' as he nipped and nibbled.  Leaving her lips, he ran his tongue 
slowly up her crack from bottom to top in long, slow licks, not penetrating 
deeply.  Gradually, he worked his tongue more deeply between her lips, now wet 
with arousal.  Her cries turned to sighs.

	The woman at his prick had changed tactics and was now alternately licking 
his prick like a lollipop and taking him deep in her throat.  The pressure in 
his balls was continuing to mount and he felt like gritting his teeth in an 
effort to prevent himself cumming.

	Unlike the others, Anne had mounted him facing his head and he had to 
stretch up his neck to seek out her clitoris.  He found it hard and erect.  As 
soon as she felt his tongue, she gave a shout, grasped his head in her hands and 
pressed him tightly against her cunt.  He opened  his mouth wide and sucked her 
clitoris right inside, closing his lips firmly on it.  He wiggled his jaw from 
side to side, rolling the hard nubbin between his compressed lips.  Holding his 
head firmly, Anne worked her hips backwards and forwards, fucking herself 
against his mouth and nose.   She was gasping and panting as she worked herself 
into a frenzy.  His mouth was filled with cunt.  His nose was filled with cunt.  
He was suffocating.  Then suddenly, she gave a cry, parted her thighs wide and 
clamped them back against his head as she flooded his face with her cum.

	The act of her cumming seemed to release something in him.  Without 
warning, his cock pulsed wildly and he arched his back up off the bench, jamming 
his cock into the back of the throat of the woman who was sucking him off.  
Instinctively she swallowed and, as he shot his first load of cum, he felt the 
tip of his cock being squeezed by the contractions.  The sensation was 
exquisite.  He gave a great shout into Anne's cunt and he thrust further upwards 
driving his cock down the woman's throat and shooting his spunk directly into 
her throat in huge, sticky gobs.

	Completely overcome, the woman slumped to the floor and Anne practically 
fell off his face.  He slipped sideways and tumbled over, pulling the bench with 
him, fortunately missing Anne and the woman.  There was a moment's dead silence 
and then a rush of eager hands and babble of excited voices as all three were 
assisted to their feet.  His bonds were untied and he was half-carried to an 
easy chair where he collapsed, exhausted.  Tender hands massaged his wrists and 
ankles and cleaned his face, neck and cock.  A tumbler was placed in his hands 
and he drank avidly, feeling the cool liquid pass refreshingly down his throat.
As he slumped in the chair, recovering from his efforts, he drank in the 
atmosphere of the room.  Although he couldn't see, the place positively reeked 
of sex - it wasn't just the smell of cum, although that was strong enough, nor 
was it only the sound of the women talking in low but excited voices.  There was 
something else - an electricity in the air.  'Five of them,' he thought.  'I'm 
sure there's five of them..  Anne and Jacqueline had spoken to him.  He had 
recognised Evaline's voice and was fairly certin of Barbara.  For some reason he 
was sure the fifth was Marcia.  'Five, yes.  OhmiGod.  I only did four.  I 
didn't complete the task,' he thought is panic.  Sweat broke form his body.  Any 
second now, Anne would announce his forfeit of 25 lashes. No, he couldn't take 
it.

	But the voices continued to murmur animatedly in the background.  He 
sensed only an air relaxation and satisfaction with undercurrent of tension.  
Perhaps they had forgotten or felt he had done enough. Gradually he began to 
relax.  Anne and Jacqueline, Barbara, Evaline and Marcia.  Five exceptionally 
attractive women in their own way.  He could almost picture them - their hands  
fluttering and caressing; lips, full with passion, pouting and kissing; breasts 
heavy with desire with swollen, turgid nipples; pussy lips distended with lust 
with delicate drops of sexual fluid clinging to fine pubic hair.  The vision 
caused warmth to flood through his loins and he felt his cock begin to stir and 
swell.  

	Hands clapped sharply and Anne said, "OK. Next test."

	There was general murmuring and shifting of position.  A hand curled round 
his swelling cock and started to masturbate him to full hardness.  Soft hair 
brushed his shoulder and Jacqueline's voice, close to his ear, said, "This is 
the last lap.  One day soon, I'm going to get you on your own - and then you'd 
better watch out."

	"Is that a threat or a promise," he whispered back, his cock jumped at 
both her touch and her words.

	"Both," she replied.  "Now stand up."

	Jacqueline tugged at his cock and he clambered to his feet.  She slipped a 
leather collar round it and worked it up until it encircled the base.  It was 
pulled tight, but not painfully so and the strings were tied securely around his 
balls. Jacqueline grasped his cock firmly and led him across the room.  He was 
aware of someone in front of him and could smell the musky odour of a woman in 
heat.  He was urged gently forward.  The tip of his cock met the soft wet lips 
of a cunt.  He let out a low moan as did the owner of the cunt.  He put out his 
hands and had enough time to feel the contours of a pair of firm, round buttocks 
before his hands were pulled away and he was made to lean forward again and grip 
a horizontal bar.  He desperately wanted to bury himself deep in the cunt and he 
sensed that she was as eager as he but was aware that he must await 
instructions.

	Jacqueline's hands left his cock and a light tap on his bottom was the 
signal.  He pushed forward, easing his throbbing cock into the hot, wet, eager 
cunt.  The owner pushed back, anxious to have him as deep inside her as 
possible.  The sensation of being surrounded by a vagina was exquisite, made 
more so by the subtle pressure she was applying with her vaginal muscles.

	He was about to start humping her when a voice said, "Wait."

	He paused.  He was aware of someone behind him and then something hard and 
slimy was nosing between the cheeks of his bottom and probing at his sphincter.

	"I've been wanting to do this since we met," breathed Anne's voice.

	He realised he was going to be buggered and instinctively tightened his 
buttocks.

	Anne leant over him and he could feel her large, resilient breasts press 
against his back, their nipples hard points of fire.  "Relax," she said.  "I'm 
going to enjoy this and I know you are, too."

	Despite his apprehension, there was something exciting about the idea of 
being buggered, particularly by a woman as beautiful as Anne.  He tried to relax 
his muscles and was rewarded as his sphincter popped and the head of the dildo 
slipped inside.  Anne started to push forwards but he said, hoarsely, "Wait a 
moment.  Let me get used to it."

	She paused to let him accept the intruded in his backside.  After a moment 
he pushed slightly back at her and she eased the dildo up into his arse.  
Fortunately it was neither particularly long nor thick.  He could feel the 
leather straps that held it and Anne's hot belly pressed against his bottom.  
The owner of the cunt in which his cock was buried remained perfectly still but 
he could feel her trembling with the strain.

	"Now, " said Anne.  "I want you to pull back and then I will.  When I push 
forward, you do too.   You'll soon get the hang of it."

	He pulled his cock back from the cunt, leaving just the tip inside.  The 
woman groaned in frustration.  Anne pulled back leaving just the tip of the 
dildo in his arse then pushed forwards firmly again.  He pushed, too, burying 
himself deep in the willing cunt.

	Gradually, they fell into a rhythm with Anne pushing and pulling the dildo 
in and out of his arse while he pushed and pulled his cock in and out of the 
unseen cunt in front of him.  He wished he could see and he wished he could use 
his hands to fondle the smooth bottom.  But somehow, the fact he couldn't made 
the experience all the more exciting.  All sensation was concentrated on his 
cock in the cunt and the dildo in his arse.   The woman was panting and moaning.  
Her cunt was squeezing his cock; trying to keep it in her as he withdrew.  Anne 
had wrapped her arms around him, squashing her superb breasts against his back 
and murmuring tender obscenities in his ear as she humped wildly against his 
bottom.  His bottom still hurt and he mentally winced every time the straps 
smacked into him.  Somehow, this did not detract from the exercise but served to 
heighten his sensations.  

	He was, in turn, banging his cock deeply into the unseen cunt, her 
buttocks slapping against him and his balls swinging between her parted thighs.  
The double sensation of fucking and being fucked, and all this without being 
able to see a thing, raised him to fever pitch.  He was aware of Anne behind 
him, crying out as she came and then the woman in front of him.  And then he 
realised the purpose of the leather collar.  As he cock swelled to discharge his 
first load of cum, the collar tightened, blocking the passage.  He jerked and 
moaned in frustration at this dry cum.  Behind him, Anne pressed herself tightly 
to his twitching buttocks, grinding her pubis against them and causing the dildo 
to wiggle round inside his bowels.

	"On," she cried. "More.  More."

	She started fucking him again and he, perforce, started fucking the unseen 
cunt in which he was buried.  She gave a scream, half pain half pleasure, and 
then started to respond to his renewed onslaught.  Anne fucked him hard, 
obviously delighting in the power she had over him.  The woman he was fucking 
was moaning a wailing as he thrust in and out of her.

	Anne stopped suddenly and hands were at his balls, loosening the strings 
of the cock collar.  Then she renewed her onslaught of his arse.  He was aware 
that her passion was mounting and in a strange way the dildo in his arse became 
pleasurable.  He began to rotate his buttocks and push back at her, trying to 
increase her pleasure.  That had an effect on the woman in front and she thrust 
herself back, humping her bottom up and down as she was hit by her second 
orgasm.   Behind him, Anne came again and he could feel himself tensing as his 
own orgasm approached.  With a hoarse cry, he strained forwards and lifted 
himself onto his toes with Anne pressed tight behind him, and pumped his cum 
into the depths of the unknown but willing cunt.  The climax was heightened as 
he could feel Anne pressed against his clenching buttocks and was aware that she 
had come yet again when he had.

	At last Anne withdrew the dildo from his bottom and he pulled out of the 
woman.  He was trembling so much that he nearly collapsed.  The unseen hands 
guided him to a comfortable chair and helped him sit.  He could smell the aroma 
of sex all around and knew that it was not only his menage-a-trois that had 
achieved satisfaction.  A glass was placed in his hands and again he drank 
carelessly.  He was totally spaced out and no longer cared where he was or what 
would happen to him.  As it was, there was the rustle of clothing around him - 
the sounds of people dressing and shortly thereafter helpful hands were 
assisting him to dress.  

	They guided him to the door and, as he was about to leave he said on 
impulse, "Thank you ladies, whoever you are, for a most memorable experience.  
And if you should care to invite me back in whatever capacity, I'd be delighted 
to accept."
This brought a ripple of delight and mirth from the company.
Outside, the mask was removed and he was aware of a dim figure which gradually 
manifested itself as Jacqueline.

	"Do you know the way back?" she asked.

	"No."

	"OK.  I'll guide you."

	She led him down dim paths until they reached the courtyard.

	"You'll be OK from here," she whispered.

	"Yes, thank you.  And, by the way - thank you."

	She giggled.  "It's we who should thank you."  She planted a quick kiss on 
his lips and disappeared into the night.

	Wearily, he stumbled indoors and collapsed on the bed without even 
undressing.

END of Chapter 6
