School Open Day Ch. 05

It had taken only minutes, but the highly charged atmosphere after Richard's caning must have affected both of us. I stayed bent over the sofa as he withdrew, dribbling sperm down the back of my legs. Neither of us said anything for a while. In the end I broke the silence.

'Thank you Mr. Davis. I did enjoy myself.'

'Just now? Or the beating?' he asked as he pulled his trousers back up.

'Actually both. The one rather prepared me for the other. I hadn't realised just how erotic such an experience might be.'

'Well in that case I think we should try a little more, please get back over the sofa he said with a stern tone. I think you need some of cane because I don't think you've learnt your lesson yet.

I was shocked at this, fearful that a second caning would be longer and harder than the first. But it was clear as Mr. Davis picked up the cane that the matter wasn't open to discussion. I reluctantly turned and repositioned myself over the sofa.

'I'll give you another six, but these will be a lot harder and I expect you to stay in position otherwise things will be worse for you'. I couldn't imagine how things could get any worse, but I braced myself for the inevitable.

The next six followed the same course as the first, but were considerably harder, each stroke landed with a sharp crack. By then end my bottom seemed as it were on fire, but I was still very aroused by the process and wondered if Mr Davis had recovered sufficiently and was going to fuck me again.

My thoughts were disrupted by a gentle knocking on the study door. I turned my head to see Mr Davis carefully putting down the cane and walking to the door. He only opened the door slightly, but seeing who it was he stood back and ushered them into the room.

I was taken aback to see the boy from earlier, Richard, walk into the study with some text books. At first, he didn't notice me bent over the sofa and spoke directly to Mr Davis telling him he had completed the outstanding homework, proffering the books towards Mr Davis. He took them and gave them a cursory glance before putting them on the side of his desk, telling the boy;

'wait here will I go and check something with your class tutor. I'll be back in 15 minutes'. With that Mr Davis strode out of the study leaving Richard alone in the study with me.

As Mr Davis left the room Richard turned to watch him go and then saw me still bent over the sofa, with my knickers around my knees, a very well caned bottom and sperm beginning to dibble down the inside of my thigh.

He gasped and moved towards me.

'Are you okay?' he asked

'Yes, I guess now in your position'. He came closer and was clearly staring at my bottom and my pussy lips. I could see he was rapidly developing an erection as the front of his trousers began to bulge.

'Do you mind if I touch you?'

'Please do' I said, and with that he began to gentle trace the cane marks on my bottom. It didn't take long, admittedly with my encouragement, that he also began to finger me, first just slipping one finger into me, and then as he become more confident two, and then three.

For my part I unzipped his fly and hard young cock sprang into my hand. I quickly rubbed his throbbing shaft before encouraging him to take me from behind.

He wasted no time in mounting me, and with my pussy still full of cum from Mr Davis, he slipped in easily, despite his generous size. What he lacked in technique he made up for in youthful energy and he fucked me like a wild thing, bringing me to a quick orgasm.

Not wishing to be caught by Mr Davis, the boy quickly zipped himself up. He mumbled thank you and left the office, leaving me still bent over the sofa. I tried to clean myself up as much as possible. Then moments later Mr Davis returned. I was able to look up at him as I struggled back into my clothes.

'Well dear lady I trust you have learned something today. Please bring the cheque in tomorrow. I hesitate to ask, but would you like to 'assist' me if I have further young men that need beating?'

'I think you already know the answer to that Mr. Davis' I said, as I reached the door and let myself out and wondered whether I was going to tell my boyfriend. What would I say? That I'd spent the afternoon caning a young boy, being caned myself and then had been expertly fucked? Well there are some secrets a girl has to keep to herself.'

Over dinner, Tim and Emily chatted amiably, reminiscing over older memories. Emily made sure that Fi was involved in the conversation, but many of the events went over her head. As she listened to them chatting, Fiona could see how animated they were. She quietly observed how Emily's ample cleavage was attracting Tim's attention. She couldn't blame him because she too was enjoying watching and couldn't help but look across each time Emily leant towards her. When the meal was finished, Fiona cleared the table away while Tim and Emily moved through to the sitting room. She joined Tim lounging on a sofa opposite his 'Aunt' Emily and curled her legs up under her. She was feeling horny and wanted to take him off to bed, but she couldn't seem to get her message across to him. Frustrated, she could only listen as Tim and Emily discussed what they might do tomorrow.

'Do you remember my little 'private' beach Tim? We could go there for a swim. Would you like that? I could make up a picnic in the morning. It's only a mile or two from her, Fiona. A short walk from the layby where we park the car, but an absolutely stunning view, with a short climb down to the beach..'

'Sounds just what we need. Don't we Fi? You love to sunbathe and I love to watch!'

Fiona giggled as she caught up with what was being said. She was blushing again when Emily suggested that she had kept them up long enough.

'You must be dying for your bed Fi' she said, her eyes twinkling again. 'Go on up and I'll send Tim up in a few minutes.'

Descending the stairs the next morning, Fiona was greeted by a welcoming aroma of freshly brewed coffee. Emily was making breakfast in the kitchen, wearing a short, silky white kimono. She handed her a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice.

'You are spoiling me Emily!' she said, smiling.

'Not at all. After last night you need every ounce of energy!'

Fiona blushed deeply and took a long sip of her juice as she realised what she meant. When Tim had reached their room, Fiona was showered and naked waiting for him on top of the bed sheets. He hadn't wasted much time stripping off and he had taken her quickly and vigorously. She remembered lifting her legs, her ankles around her ears as he thrust into her deeply, banging the headboard against the wall. It must have made quite a noise.

'I am so sorry Emily! Were we very noisy? I am sorry. We didn't mean to be heard.'

'Oh it's OK. I'm just not used to it. It's normally very quiet here. You sounded as though you were having fun though.' She smiled, warmly. 'And it sounded to me like you got seconds, lucky girl!'

'Oh my god. Yes. I am so, so sorry! I was a bit loud too, wasn't I?' Fiona saw Emily nod. 'I haven't seen Tim much for a long time and we were just in the mood last night. I feel terrible Emily. We do get rather carried away.'

After the first time, they had lain together for a while. The air was warm and Fiona had just lain there, coming down slowly and gently from her climax. Tim had softened and had turned on his back. They enjoyed the night sounds coming from the open window for a while, but Fiona was already ready for more.

'Do me again Tim. Please do me again!' she pleaded, reaching over and taking his flaccid cock in her mouth.

He tasted of her juices as she cleaned him off. She was conscious of his come leaking out of her and down her thighs. It felt gloriously dirty. She could smell the sex in the warm night air and the scents aroused her more. Taking her time, Fiona gently sucked on his cock, fondling his balls and nursing his slowly growing erection. She knew the second time would be better. He would last longer and she might manage to come several times. She took her time, enjoying the sensation of her power over his erection. Gradually it lengthened and became firm again as she teased his balls with her fingernails.

The second fuck was indeed much slower than the first. Fiona had wanted him to take her from behind and had bent over the bed end, guiding him into her. He usually penetrated much deeper like that and she wasn't disappointed. As he did so, she could stroke herself between her legs, controlling her pleasure. He had gradually picked up the pace, thrusting slowly and steadily into her. It felt different, with her pussy already full of his come from earlier. Deliciously dirty, sexy thoughts came to her as he fucked her. Once more the bedhead was cannoning into the wall and she was grunting and calling out as he fucked her. She could feel every inch of his thick cock as it stretched her, but with all the semen inside her she didn't feel sore as she sometime did. By the time he had unleashed for a second time she had come twice more, each of them very vocal orgasms.

'Don't feel embarrassed Fiona.' Emily put her hand gently on the younger girl's arm. 'It was kind of a turn on for me too. I was just imagining you up there. I kind of wished I could have been a fly on the wall!'

'Oh Tim would have loved that! He's quite an exhibitionist Emily. Always wanting to have people watch us.' Fiona blushed as she realised what she was saying.

'I do seem to remember that.' Emily said softly.

'I think he'd love to have someone watch him fuck me. Probably love to watch someone else fuck me too!' she blushed again, wondering what had made her say that. She noticed Emily's kimono falling open slightly as she sat on the high kitchen stool, revealing long tanned legs and a brief flash of neatly groomed pubic hair.

'Whatever you do is fine by me Fiona. I want you to enjoy yourselves! But I have to confess to being somewhat of a voyeur. I think we all are at heart.'

As she slid off her own stool again to make some toast, Fiona felt her eyes drawn again to the folds of Emily's white kimono, watching her breasts moving softly against the silk. She was conscious that while she had showered and dressed, Emily was all but naked in front of her and it was turning her on. She was almost flirting with her. How was that? What was changing in her? Until recently she hadn't been interested in girls but now she was definitely aroused. And at Celwood she had been a bit disappointed that Mr. Davis's secretary Nicola had not come on to her. She knew she wouldn't have resisted.

Tim had woken late, shaken out of his dreams as his Blackberry claimed his attention. Fiona had been waiting for him to wake, looking forward to getting out and exploring the countryside. Emily had already put a picnic together, but she had promised not to wake Tim if he was still sleeping. She had been sitting, watching him as he slept peacefully. Now his attention was claimed by that damned Blackberry again. She had left him to it as he answered. He should have turned it off. It so often interrupted their time together and she was fed up with it.

Twenty minutes later he was downstairs, showered and shaved. Fiona was sitting with Emily again enjoying another cup of coffee.

'Emily -- I'm so sorry. I'm not going to be able to stay. Despite everything I have to be back in the office as soon as possible. Fi. I don't know what to say. I'm having to do this so often and it's not fair. I'm truly sorry.'

He did look upset she conceded, but she was livid. Why should her weekends always get disrupted like this? She had really been looking forward to a break and it had been going so well. Despite her apprehensions she really liked 'Aunt' Emily, but now she was going to have to go back home and twiddle her thumbs.

'Oh Tim.' Emily took his face in her hands. 'You really need a break. Do you have to go?'

'Afraid so Em. The boss has been taken ill and I have to cover for him. We'll have to go back to town right now. I am sorry. After all the trouble you've been to.'

'Well you might have to, but Fiona doesn't. She can stay on with me, can't you?' She smiled pleading with Fiona and putting an arm round her waist. 'I can put her on the train on Sunday or even on Monday morning.'

'Oh I couldn't impose Emily!'

'Nonsense girl. I'm just getting to know you. And just because Tim has to go back doesn't mean we can't have a 'girls' weekend to ourselves, does it? I should be more than glad of your company, sexy girl.'

Fiona felt a thrill running through her. She genuinely wanted to stay over and enjoy a few days in the countryside and now that she had met Emily she wanted to get to know her better. But even more than that, she was enjoying the little flirtation between them. When Emily had insisted, she felt compelled to accept, wanting to see how far their flirtation might go.

Upstairs, Tim was hurriedly repacking the few clothes he had brought down. He avoided Fiona's withering looks and did his best not to antagonise her. For her part Fiona looked on, frustrated. Although she was quite intrigued to spend a weekend with Emily, she really had been looking forward to a long weekend with plenty of sex with Tim. The previous night had been good, but had only scratched her itch. Tim had been away for so long she was in need of much more. Emily's teasing downstairs had got to her too and she knew she was aroused and wet.

Their bedroom door was open, so she wasn't going to have a row with him, but she was determined to get his attention and make him realise what he was going to be missing. Triggered by something Emily had said earlier she made her mind up. Turning her back on Tim, she slipped off her skirt and t-shirt, thumbed down her panties and threw herself on the unmade bed. She could smell the scents of their lovemaking from last night which aroused her further. Looking Tim in the eyes, she stroked her breasts, pinching her nipples. In a voice intended to be loud enough to carry through the open door she spoke angrily.

'Tim. If you have to go you have to go. But before you do you have to fuck me again. I need to be fucked, right here, right now!' Her voice was raised, intended to carry.

She spread her legs, stroking between them, finding herself already quite wet. Tim winced, glancing at the open door. He knew that Aunt Emily would have heard everything. He stepped towards the door to close it.

'Oh no you don't Tim. Strip. Fuck me and then just go!' she commanded. 'Just leave that door and do me now.'

Fiona felt a thrill of power as she assumed the dominant role. She could see it was working on him too as a tent appeared in his trousers. His eyes locked on hers and a tremor ran through her. She pointed to her pussy, certain he would understand what she wanted. He knelt by the bed, dropping his head between her thighs. Fiona loved it when Tim went down on her and he was very skilled, but this time she wanted to be in control and gripped his head in her hands, guiding him and directing his tongue as he he licked her.

She looked up, hearing a sound, hoping she knew what it was. In the full length mirror she could see Emily watching through the open doorway.

'So she took my hint.' She thought, smiling to herself. It brought quite an extra frisson of excitement.

'Now fuck me Tim!' she commanded, pushing him away. He stood up, stripping off the rest of his clothes quickly, his cock fully erect and ready. There was no hesitation as he knelt between her legs, feeling how wet she was, and thrust into her. Fiona lifted her ankles, gripping him around his waist and pulling him into her. She knew that Emily was watching. She could see her expression in the big mirror. It turned her on. Emily had said she was a voyeur and now Fiona realised just what a charge she was getting as an exhibitionist. Tim was driving deep inside her, fucking her very hard and very fast, his balls slapping against her bottom.

She didn't often like it so fast, but she was angry. Angry and aroused. But above all she felt in control. As she had planned, he didn't last long and came quickly, deep inside her. She could sense jet after jet of his seed filling her cunt. She pushed him away, knowing she wasn't going to be able to come yet.

'Now go you bastard. Just go!' she yelled.

Fiona closed her eyes, listening as he hurriedly dressed again, grabbed his bag and banged the front door on his way out. She listened as his car started, the gears crashed and then accelerated away. Slowly she opened her eyes again, feeling wanton as she lay, her legs still splayed, a film of sweat over her body and a delicious sticky sensation as Tim's come began to trickle out of her. She looked up, not surprised to see still Emily standing in the doorway, watching her.

'You enjoyed that, didn't you Emily?' she asked, looking up at her silhouette framed in the doorway. Her eyes were twinkling.' I know I did.' She smiled warmly.

The older woman didn't answer. She stepped closer, looking deep into Fiona's eyes. She found this young girl so arousing but was she bisexual? Would she want to? Would she let her? She didn't want to overstep the mark but she could still see lust in the young girl's eyes. Slowly, she sat on the bed, gently stroking Fiona's thighs, still spread wide, lasciviously. The skin was smooth and soft and slightly damp with perspiration. Emily skimmed higher with her fingers, gently stroking, still looking deep into Fiona's eyes, wanting to be sure in case she overstepped an unspoken boundary.

She need not have worried. Fiona was gently pinching her own nipples and looked directly at Emily, smiling, inviting her. Emily began kissing the soft skin on the inside of the younger girl's thighs, licking and probing, working her way between her widely spread legs. Her tongue extended, teasing, into the trail of cum slowly running down between her thighs. She delved deeper, scooping a white smear of semen onto the tip of her tongue. She raised her head again and looked deep into Fiona's eyes before swallowing it. Delving again, she worked her tongue deeper and deeper into the mess in Fiona's pussy, cleaning up all of Tim's sperm. Her tongue moved up, tracing over the young girl's mons, teasing her. She could see the throbbing tip of her clit, as Fiona lifted her pelvis, willing her to lick it. Emily teased and kept circling, bringing Fiona to the brink of her orgasm and then pulling away.

Denied her orgasm several times, Fiona took control again. Just as she had with Tim, she grasped Emily's head in both hands and directed her to what she wanted. Emily's tongue stroked gently and firmly, flicking across the engorged clit and tipping her over the edge bringing Fiona to climax loudly. Her thighs gripped Emily's head as she let out a huge gasp, her whole body straining with a shuddering climax. Emily kept flicking with her tongue, bringing on a series of smaller climaxes until she could take no more, lying exhausted and panting on the sweat soaked sheets.

A little while later, Emily sat up, disentangling herself. Her face and chin were still smeared with Tim's semen, but she was smiling contentedly.

'Well that's worked a few things out of your system for now Fiona! I think that was probably your first time with a woman, wasn't it?'

Fiona lay there and nodded slightly, unable to speak yet.

'Well I'm pretty sure it won't be the last! You're going to have some fun this weekend. Just you and me.' She stood up.

'Time to get cleaned up then. Take a good long shower and then I'm taking you to the beach.