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Polina lifted her head to admire her young lover's delightful pubic fur glistening with moisture as the woman placed her open palms on the very tops of Emily's moving thighs, easing them wider while stroking the light muff aside with her thumbs as she closed her lips on the sopping wet slit that it completely failed to hide.
She inhaled, lapping eagerly at the open crotch. "Oh, such pretty girl," she praised, then pressed her open mouth to the oozing pussy once more, thrusting her tongue deep into the waiting slit.
Emily gasped, then bucked, arching her back and kicking the air as she felt the incredible length of the woman's tongue penetrate, then wriggle inside her. Polina's rough, calloused hands reached up once more for the full, heaving breasts, squeezing and kneading them as she began to vigorously tongue-fuck the naked girl sprawled on the desk before her, with an energy that Emily could barely believe.
Jenny and Harriet continued to look on while entertaining their own new disciple, with Jenny whispering encouraging words as the pair played with their sweet young toy, who in turn was thoroughly engrossed, watching Polina bring the delightful young Emily to a frantic, shuddering climax.
Emily let out a cry, her body jerking, her legs twitching and shuddering as the full intensity of the orgasm flooded through her entire body.
"You see my sweet?" Jenny whispered to Carol. "See how she enjoys it? Wouldn't you like some of that?" she asked.
"No fear," Carol replied, still seemingly unaware of the pair of them continuing to fondle and molest her own almost naked body. "I'm not having her doing anything like that between my legs."
"We'll see about that," Jenny told her, a slight laugh in her voice.
They watched Polina climb up onto the desk, to witness a few moments of loving kisses between her and the malleable young Emily, before the slender brunette's feet returned to the floor. Emily was still panting as Polina helped her up from the desk. "Now," the woman told her, turning to look at their group of onlookers. "We try your friend. Maybe she like same?"
Emily nodded, a lusty smile on her face as she approached the two women holding Carol. She slipped her arm around Carol's waist, pulling her close. There was a curious, puzzled look in Carol's eyes, as if she wanted her friend, but was too afraid to say.
"Let's have her over there, shall we?" Jenny suggested, nodding toward the desk. "Pull it away from the wall," she ordered.
"Hey! You're not moving my desk!" Harriet objected, sternly.
Jenny just stopped and glared at her for what seemed like an age. In reality it was probably no more than a few seconds, until Harriet eventually conceded. She turned to face Polina. "Let's pull the desk out," she said quietly.
"Good idea," Jenny affirmed, still staring at her pointedly.
Harriet, Polina, and Emily heaved the heavy table a couple of feet into the room while Jenny held on to Carol, her arms wrapped around the girl, still stroking and caressing bare flesh wherever she could reach.
The semi-naked girl looked at her with a confused expression. "Why are you doing that?" Carol asked, pointing toward the table.
"This is for you my sweet," she was told.
Suddenly, a look of horrified realisation came over her. "No. No," she objected, shaking her head, but even as she uttered the words, Jenny and Harriet were closing their grip on her wrists.
"Aww, come on honey," Harriet Stacey told her, ignoring her protestations. "We have such a treat in store for you."
"No! Please don't," Carol objected.
"Oh, don't be shy," Jenny teased, laughing gently. "You're going to love this. I just know it."
Despite her struggles they dragged her back to the desk, pulling her backwards over the edge, precisely where Emily had been laid out just moments earlier.
"No! No! Stop this! Let me go!" The taller girl almost screamed, but it was no use.
"Take her hands," Jenny ordered to Emily. The slightly shorter girl seemed uncommonly keen to assist, which surprIsed them all. She heaved her friend backwards across the desk as the two women gripped her ankles, manhandling her onto her back.
"Emily Richards!" Carol almost screamed frantically, "If you don't let me go this instant I'll never speak to you again!"
"Well, that won't be any great loss will it," her friend snapped. "I mean, you never really took much notice of me in the past, did you. And anything we ever did together, it was always what you wanted to do. yYou never gave a thought for what I might want," she told her friend through gritted teeth. "Well now..." Emily laughed, pausing to get a firm hold on the struggling girl, "now I'm doing what I want. HA! You have no idea how long I've dreamed of something like this."
The three women stared at her.
"Well?" Emily said. "Are we going to do this or not?" she smiled, still fighting to hold her taller friend down.
Polina gave the other two women a lascivious smile and climbed up onto the table above the struggling girl. "So beautiful," she said softly. "I think I like for you to say sorry for me also," she grinned.
She gripped the pert pair of firm young breasts, feigning sympathetic frowns and making 'Oooh' sounds, then with one hand gripped firmly around one shapely handful of mammary flesh, she lowered her lips to one inviting mound while still kneading the other, as she began to suck hard on the lovely dark nipple.
"Oh God. No," was all Carol could manage, almost weeping in response.
Polina moved herself up until her face was level with Carol's, smiling and nodding as she told the girl, "Now I fuck you."
She extended her tongue above Carol's face, wriggling it around erotically.
"Oh my God. Please. No," Carol wept pitifully.
"Please yes," Polina teased, smiling and repeatedly raising her eyebrows, her eyes wide with excitement.
"No! No!"
"Yes! Yes!" came the mocking reply, with an excited smile.
Still gripping one ripe breast, her free hand slid slowly down over the smooth, flat tummy, the fingertips slipping easily inside the dank darkness of Carol's regulation school knickers, until they reached the mass of moist fur covering the struggling girl's clammy wet mound.
From where the other two women were holding Carol's legs, they could see Polina's fingers moving back and forth inside the girl's knickers, probing, caressing, fingering. Carol struggled gamely against the three pairs of hands holding her down, until at last she let out an anguished cry, thrashing and writhing in terror, as Polina announced, "Oooh. This one is virgin." She laughed.
"You're a virgin?" Emily challenged, a definite tone of surprise in her voice.
"I didn't want anyone to know, Carol admitted, sobbing. She was clearly distraught and humiliated.
"I should think not!" Emily hissed. "You swan around like Miss high and mighty. You made the rest of the girls feel ashamed of their virginity. Some of them even went with boys just to satisfy your superiority, and all the time you're a virgin!" she complained. "Bitch!" she cursed, venomously.
Carol continued to sob.
"I lost my virginity years ago," Emily revealed. "My uncle fucked me when I was fourteen," she added.
"You'll have to tell me about that sometime," Jenny told her, smiling. "I like to hear stories about young girls losing their virginity," she added. "Anyway, if she's a virgin, then she's mine," she declared.
"Oh no. I make mistake," Polina giggled, looking down into the eyes of her victim.
There was a sudden squeal of pain from the girl, then Polina raised her head, looking around. "Not virgin," she said softly, shaking her head and giggling as she turned to look at Jenny.
Jenny was clearly not amused. "Right!" she said. "That's your second this week. Now you owe me a virgin."
"I find one," Polina laughed.
"You think I'm joking?" Jenny replied, sternly.
The smile vanished in an instant. "No," she replied. "No. I have virgin for you." There was a distinct element of fear in her tone. "I promise this," she said, looking worried.
"OK then. Let's carry on with this, shall we?" Jenny told her, looking far more amenable.
Polina nodded, returning her attention to the girl on her back.
Carol looked around, still sobbing, while the three holding her down looked on as Polina's expert fingers gradually worked the poor girl into a frenzy. Harder, faster she lurched and jerked as the insatiable brunette took her to a height that hitherto she thought she had only ever reached in the hot, sweaty privacy of her own lonely bed, and even then, she couldn't be sure.
Eventually Carol cried out, arching her back as Polina gave her a beautiful first taste of wanton lesbianism, kissing and licking the sweet wetness of her sweat covered breasts, as her assessment of the situation shifted from being one of a scary, forced defilement, to a far more pleasurable sensation than she might have ever imagined, taking her far beyond anything she had ever experienced alone.
"There. Now you feel good, yes?" Polina asked, looking into the tired eyes of her young new love.
Carol simply smiled, her breathing still ragged and laboured, as she struggled to recover from the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced. Little did she know that much more was still to come.
Polina raised herself, towering over the girl, her knees still parted to either side of Carol's waist, as the near-naked girl moved to get up from the desk.
"Oh no pretty baby," Polina told her, placing her hands over the bare, sweaty breasts as she pushed the girl back down onto the desk. "We not done yet," she smiled, shaking her head.
She resumed kissing and lapping and sucking at the lithe young body, and Carol began to struggle again, as Polina dragged the flat of her tongue once more across those firm, naked breasts, her beautiful long tongue reaching around the neck and shoulders, and up under the arms, devouring every drop of sweet, salty sweat that remained.
Meanwhile, Jenny and Harriet had reached up to grasp the waistband of Carol's knickers, heaving them away from the kicking legs and tossing them into a corner like the discarded wrapper from some rare, coveted delicacy. How apt.
Polina's rough, worker's hands began to maul the beautiful soft skin of the struggling girl once more, fondling her succulent young breasts, just as she had done with Emily.
"Mmmm... Tasty girl," she enthused, groping the perfect young body.
"No. No. Please stop," Carol cried. "I'm tired." But everyone watching knew there would be no reprieve for her. She had wronged the lusty Romanian and now she would pay.
With Emily still holding Carol's arms above her head, Jenny advised her, "Don't resist child. You'll find it will really hurt if you do," she added with a slight laugh.
With that, the two women heaved her legs wide apart, exposing the thick, glistening dark muff of pubic bush between her legs.
"Hmmm... That will have to go," Jenny mused, looking across to Harriet's smiling face as they both struggled to hold the kicking legs still.
Eagerly the two women and their newest conscript, Emily, watched with interest as Polina's kisses progressed down over the writhing girl's body. Down, down, until she reached the mass of thick fur adorning the sweet, pale flesh beneath.
"Hmmm..." Polina complained. "I cannot give all she need with this," she reasoned, flicking the glistening fur with the back of her fingers.
"No problem. I have the very thing in my bag," Jenny told her. "I think we'll give you a shave," she said to Carol, smirking.
"No. Please. Don't do that," Carol begged. Emily just smiled, watching with keen interest.
"Don't be silly child," Jenny teased. "How can Polina suck on your sweet little cunt if it's all covered in this horrible thick muff? Come along. Let's get rid of it for you. Then we can all have a taste of your juicy little hole," she laughed.
"Oh yes!" Emily cried out excitedly.
"You naughty little girl," Jenny teased the girl.
Emily smiled and nodded.
"Polina!" Jenny called. "Just hold on to this," she said, referring to the girl's shin, "while I find something in my bag, would you?"
"Of course," the Romanian replied.
Polina took a firm grip on the kicking leg as Jenny retreated to rummage through her bag for her handy trimmer.
"Here it is," she announced triumphantly, holding a small black leatherette wallet aloft.
"Here. Rest your head on this," Emily suggested, sliding a folded towel behind Carol's head, as Jenny advanced slowly, almost menacingly toward the struggling girl. She lowered her face to the thicket of dark, glistening bush, inhaling deeply to savour the sweet, musky aroma of Carol's wet vagina.
"Oh baby," she breathed. "I can't wait to get my tongue inside there. You're going to have the honour of all four of us tasting you before this afternoon is through," she smiled, "but first things first."
"No! No! Let me go!" the girl cried, but they simply held her down more tightly.
"Pass me that bin, would you?" Jenny asked of Harriet, "and a couple of towels. Unless, of course, you want to have to explain all the pubic hair on the floor of your office," she laughed.
"Explain? To who?" Harriet replied. "The school janitor is here with us," she smiled.
"Silly me. I was forgetting," Jenny replied. "Anyway. It should be 'To whom'," she corrected her, with a smirk.
She placed the office bin under the edge of the desk, below the struggling girl's parted thighs, then folded one of the towels, placing it on the floor as a kneeling pad. Next she reached for the black wallet, smiling wickedly as she unzipped it to produce a neat little black and red hand-held trimmer, waving it teasingly at the girl spread out on the desk. She flicked the switch back and forth, teasing the girl with the 'buzz, buzz' sounds it produced.
"Now my sweet," she told the girl. "Hold very still. We don't want to snick anything important, do we," she giggled. "Nice and still," she breathed softly, kissing the top of one thigh gently as she brought the appliance close, sliding the switch to 'On'.
Carol looked down in horror at the buzzing device. "There's nothing to worry about..." Jenny soothed, "not as long as you keep very... very... still."
"Just try to relax," Emily encouraged, speaking softly into her friend's ear while holding her arms high above her head. She watched with eager fascination as Carol's firm, cone shaped breasts jiggled erotically, while the two other women held her legs apart, stroking the thighs sensually as the crying girl struggled and writhed helplessly.
Jenny cupped her left hand beneath the scared girl's pubic muff, and starting from just below her tummy, she began to stroke downwards, quickly trimming the bulk of the hair away. In less than a minute, her hand was filled with a mass of mousey brown fur, until Carol's pubic mound looked more like a man's dimpled chin, covered with designer stubble. That was the first time that anyone had ever seen her vaginal area clearly. Even with the girl's legs spread wide, it looked like nothing more than a bulbous mound of soft, puffy flesh with a deep, groove about an inch long from top to bottom, glistening with a translucent, milky coloured juice that oozed from the dark slit, just above which could be seen the tiniest bright pink, flesh coloured love button just peeking out from it's moist little hidey-hole.
Jenny dusted the handful of trimmed hair into the bin, then began to wipe the cropped area with the other towel to remove any last traces of long, curly hair sticking to the girl's skin.
"Now for the finishing touches," Jenny purred, smiling as she brought the shaving foil of the device up to Carol's bare vagina.
"No. Please. No," the girl whined.
I'm afraid it's far too late for that," Jenny replied, sniggering softly, as she carefully, meticulously shaved the entire area, until it was as bald and soft as a baby's bottom.
"Mmmm... I haven't seen one like this in such a long time," Jenny mused. "It reminds of of when my Angela used to bring her little friends home to play," she added, looking at Polina and smiling.
Jenny caressed the freshly shaven area with her cheek, then with her lips.
"Why you do this?" Polina asked.
"I have to check she's properly clean and smooth for you, don't I." She turned back to the naked girl and dragged the flat of her tongue across the open crotch, from close to the crack between her buttocks, slowly upward toward the girl's gyrating navel.
There was a wanton look on Polina's face as she smiled back, licking her lips.
"What does it feel like?" Emily asked of Carol. Carol just looked up at her. "Tell me what it feels like?" she repeated.
"Cold?" the girl replied. There was a tremble in her voice, then she gasped as Jenny's tongue lapped at the sweetness of her exposed, moist slit.
"But, exciting?" Emily prompted. "It is exciting, isn't it?"
Carol nodded, gasping again as Jenny's tongue began to explore her. "Scary," she whispered, "but, yes... definitely exciting," she smiled, nervously.
"My turn," Harriet interjected.
Jenny looked up and smiled at her.
"No!" Polina objected. "This one mine. You promise!"
"Don't worry," Jenny assured her. "You can have her in a minute. Miss Stacey has never tasted a virgin, have you Harriet."
"No, the teacher smiled, shaking her head as she moved toward the prone girl's open crotch.
"Just a taste," Jenny assured her Romanian friend.
Carol gasped again, then began to moan and writhe as Harriet Stacey's mouth closed over her freshly shaven mound.
"Wider," the wicked woman demanded, lapping all around the exposed area, closing her open mouth over the ridges of sweet, bare flesh where the tendons pulled at the tops of Carol's thighs.
"Oh, you sweet little darling," Harriet Stacey said softly to herself. "I never imagined it could be like this," she said excitedly to Jenny.
"Higher, she demanded of the girl, her tongue now reaching down between the girl's buttocks, but in response Carol began to struggle more, now fighting earnestly against her captors.
"Not that!" Jenny advised. "Not here, she told the woman. Harriet looked up, disgruntled, but obediently she stopped. "You'll have to take her somewhere else for that," Jenny told her.
That allowed Carol to relax a little.
"If you want virgin from me," Polina insisted impatiently, "then I take her now."
"Oh... very well," Jenny conceded, "but you make it good. I want to see her have the best orgasm of her sweet young life."
"Already she did!" Polina reasoned.
"Again then," Jenny insisted.
Emily stroked Carol's forehead. "There, there," she soothed, comforting her friend.
"What did..." Carol began, then paused, as if searching for the right words. "What she did..." she began again, nodding toward Polina. "What did that... feel like?"
"Amazing," Emily told her, excitedly.
"Didn't it hurt?"
"No," Emily smiled. "It was beautiful. It was like, warm and... stretchy. Like a snake wriggling inside me, but not scary at all. Just warm and alive. I wanted more. It was the most beautiful feeling ever. You're going to love it. I just know you will," she smiled, kissing her friend on the temple.
"Now I do for you too," Polina smiled, pushing Harriet Stacey aside.
"Just relax," Emily soothed. "Let it happen," she told her.
"Hold leg please?" Polina asked of Jenny.
Jenny smiled, looking at Carol's worried face. I don't think that will be necessary," she replied, "Will it?" she asked of the girl.
Carol slowly shook her head.
A serene smile spread over Polina's face as she lowered her mouth to the waiting vulva, glistening with seeping juices, the product of Carol's excitement, and from the saliva that Harriet Stacey had left there. Yet still it was tainted with streaks of red from her recently ruptured hymen. Polina carefully lapped the evidence away as the girl on the table flinched.
