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The ropes in which I hung allowed only for the slightest hint of dangling movement, but to me, in my excited state, it felt like the whole world was rocking back and forth. I swallowed hard, my eyes alternating between the wicked looking riding crop in Mrs. Somerset’s hand that would swing forward and hit my unprotected body any minute now, and my friend Erin in her gleaming red rubber suit, kneeling between our future teacher’s splayed legs and waiting for the signal to attack her pussy. Bridget stood a little too the side, a stop watch she had procured from god knows where in her hand, the other arm once again wrapped around Elaine and her fingers busy underneath the lean woman’s bikini panties. Mrs. Somerset’s free hand caressed Erin’s head, then suddenly her fingers buried themselves in her short hair. “Ready?” Bridget asked, her voice breathless with impatience. Mrs. Somerset nodded, flexing her fingers. “Go!” The next moment was a blur. Before I could even properly brace myself for the first touch of the leather flap, Mrs. Somerset had swung it upward while pushing Erin’s head between her legs. A sharp, hot pain shot through the inside of my thigh, a hand’s width above my knee, driving all breath from my lungs. At the same time, Erin’s mouth started to feast on the older woman’s pussy, and a glazed look came over her eyes. I shrieked. Erin’s head dipped, then slowly tilted back up, giving a long, wet lick to the pussy in front of her, and the crop snapped upwards again, hitting my thigh just an inch higher with a sharp, slapping sound. My breath hitched and I groaned in pain, and I couldn’t stop my body from wiggling in my bonds, little leeway that they left me. Slap. Again a little higher. My legs started to tremble and my eyes grew moist when the wicked sting set my skin ablaze. Snap. I yelped. Erin’s head started to bob up and down. Fire seemed to dance on my thighs and Mrs. Somerset’s lips parted in a delighted pout. God, this was wicked, and even more wicked was the sensation in my loins, where the arousal from earlier was kindled awake again with each painful swat of the riding crop. Snap. Snap. Snap. My head tilted back in a silent, breathless scream, but the closer the hits got to my pussy, the higher my arousal went. Splat. I jerked. The crop had hit just an inch from the top of my pussy-honey covered thigh. “Oh god, yes!” I groaned, but the next swat didn’t fall where I had anticipated it, didn’t land its devastating sting on my bared, greedy snatch. She had started on my other thigh and given me time to breathe. Her cheeks were flustered and her thighs trembled, but her fingers didn’t waver a millimeter while she lay swat after swat up my thigh. I rocked in the ropes with every hit, and both thighs prickled with heat. I wanted someone, something – in fact, anything – to touch my pussy and quench the need that was building up so decadently. “Please,” I whimpered between pained gasps, “I need to cum!” Another swat landed close to my pussy and made Escort Karaköy be wiggle like mad. “Time!” Bridget proclaimed from the side, and it took me a few seconds until I understood the meaning of the word. Erin had failed! Mrs. Somerset gently pushed Erin’s head away and looked me up and down with a hesitant, calculating expression. I stared back, daring her. If she was going to use that wicked thing on my pussy, she was going to do it right or not at all. The corners of her mouth quirked upwards. “You’re eager, young miss.” “Quit the banter and hit my pussy,” I demanded. “Uh-oh,” Erin piped in. “Someone’s getting herself in trouble.” Our future teacher stared at me with blazing eyes. I almost giggled when I saw the fury at my cheek. Yes, this was going to hurt like hell. She swung the crop back and forth a few time, readying herself, and my anticipation rose. I couldn’t say when exactly the idea of being hit there had turned from something to dread to something I yearned for, but I recognized the same heedless arousal that I had felt near the end of Bridget’s caning that day in the barn. The crop whistled, and its impact echoed like a gunshot. My whole body seized and a numb feeling spread between my thighs. Then the numbness gave place to a heated pain that shot through my body and took my breath away. Tears shot in rivers over my cheeks, but I kept staring at Mrs. Somerset, whose chest was heaving hard. “Fuck!” I finally cried. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” The cane slowly swung back, but then stayed there for a second… two… three. There was the tiniest narrowing in Mrs. Somerset’s eyes, and then another crack sounded across the yard and I danced in my ropes. The heat between my legs turned into an inferno. If anything touched me there, I’d come, despite the pain – or because of it. I wasn’t sure. I sniffed and tried to blink away the tears. Erin grinned brightly at me and winked. The minx knew exactly what was going on inside me. Mrs. Somerset stepped close again and ran a hand over my cheek. “I’m going to enjoy blistering that impertinent bum of yours once lessons start,” she promised in a whisper. “I can’t wait,” I whispered back defiantly. “You didn’t forget the little decoration I promised you, miss?” From somewhere behind her, she procured two small, black, lace bows, but when she held them up, lines of jagged metal teeth stared at me. “Uh-oh,” I whispered, knowing instantly where these would go and flinching at the thought. She grinned and held one of the clamps to my left nipple, just touching it and letting me feel the cool steel. I did my best not to flinch away, but I couldn’t contain the shudder that raced through my body. “Afraid?” she inquired. I nodded. “You’ll survive.” Click by click, the wicked implement closed around my nipple. At first it was just a gentle pressure, but that soon turned first into a soft burn, then into a sharp pain. “Stop!” I gasped. “Please!” “Does it hurt?” I nodded again, not trusting Kayaşehir escort my voice. It stung like hell! “Then this won’t make it any better,” she whispered compassionately and closed the clamp another click. Fresh tears sprang to my eyes. “No,” I whimpered. “Please!” “I’d like to give it one more click,” Mrs. Somerset told me, looking deep into my eyes. “No,” I gasped and shook my head frantically. “Please, Paisy,” Erin suddenly begged next to me, “just one more. For me!” I looked at her, and her cheeks were flushed and her eyes hazy with arousal. Her lips were moist and shimmered so invitingly while she pouted. I madly wanted to kiss her. “O… okay,” I gasped, wanting to slap myself, but it was already too late. “Oh fuck!” I cried out when another click drove stabs of pain through my poor nipple, then whimpered again when I felt the metal touch the other one. Mrs. Somerset pushed it closed with determined patience, eagerly watching my trembling lips. She was a sadist, and she reveled in the pain I let her inflict on me. “Owwww!” I complained, sniffling more than just a bit when the last click sounded. “You’re incredible,” Erin whispered into my ear, and her pride made goosebumps race up my spine. “You’ll love what comes next!” There was a bit of shuffling around by everyone. With my limited angle of vision, I couldn’t say what they were doing, only that whatever was going to happen would take place behind me. A sharp pain shot through my pussy lips and made me gasp, and the giggle that followed from underneath me told me that it was Erin who was pinching with my swollen labia. “Erin!” I hissed. “What?” Another giggle followed, than a splashing sound. “You made a real mess here!” “Oh god! Are you…” I closed my eyes and felt my cheeks burn. “Sitting in a puddle of your piss, you mean? Yes, most definitely. Just don’t piss on my head the next ten minutes.” I bit my lip hard. What could I answer to that? Then I knew what would happen. The butt plug was wiggled around in my ass, and then with a hard yank pulled from my ass. “Owww!” I complained at the sudden, slightly painful sensation; then I followed it with a long, deep moan when smooth, slick fingers slipped inside my gaping bum hole. The feeling of them touching me like this, stroking the soft, forbidden walls there was simply exquisite. I forgot all about the stinging in my nipples and the burning in my pussy, I didn’t even think about being naked and bound among this crazy group of women. All I knew that these fingers rubbed wonderful circles inside me, tickling me deliciously. “That should be enough,” I heard Joanne’s throaty voice and the fingers left me, a fact I honored with a disappointed thigh. Then something round and perfectly smooth pushed against my sphincter, and I knew immediately what it was. Strong hands wrapped themselves around my hips. “Fuck,” I groaned when the dildo started pushing and my pucker hesitantly widened. Something clicked below me. Erin Küçükçekmece escort bayan with the camera! “Fuck!” I groaned again and louder. The rubber spread my pucker wider and wider, and it didn’t seem to stop. I felt like my ass was widened to astronomical proportions. A sharp pain shot through the ring of muscle, and I gasped for breath. Then the pressure turned into a sliding feeling, and I could feel the dildo slip inside my ass. “God, that’s sexy,” Erin piped up from her place in the middle of my pee, but I couldn’t reply. My hips started to tremble and my eyes widened when the rubber cock seemed to slip all the way inside my womb. “How…” I somehow managed to whimper. “Almost there,” Joanne told me, sounding out of breath. Then a mighty shove pushed me forward and her hips touched my bum. “Oh…” I gasped, “My… God!” It was the last intelligible thing I said. Joanne pulled back until the dildo was almost outside then shoved it back in with one slow, even push. There air was pushed out of my lungs. The dildo even compressed my pussy walls that it felt if it was fucking both holes at once. Joanne repeated her motions, and I felt close to seeing stars. With every penetration with the monster cock, Joanne picked up speed, and I heard her grunts behind me slowly turn into moans. Each time her hips touched my bum, the slapping sound got louder. Each time, my body shook harder in my bonds. My ass felt like it was on fire, but even more heat burned inside my pussy. It was crazy! I couldn’t see behind my back, but knowing that it was this red monster, that giant dildo that heard speared Erin’s pussy the day before, which was rammed up my ass all the way was incredible! I shook and gasped, I fought for breath, and slurping, slapping, squashing sounds filled the air and mixed with moans and grunts. My heartbeat raced like never before, and I almost felt like flying. My nipple clamps shook with each thrust and made my breasts sing with pained delight. I couldn’t focus on anything, just on that rhythmic pumping that filled my ass. Suddenly, Joanne’s hands left my hips, but a second later they clenched hard around my breasts and her nails dug painfully into my skin while she squeezed them. With one last, mighty push, she shoved the dildo inside me and collapsed onto my back, and I felt her shake against my body. A long, drawn-out moan, almost a wail, filled my ears. She took a long time to get back her breath. I loved to feel her jerk every so often with her breasts pressed to my back, loved knowing that this depravity had made her come so hard. She slowly unclenched her hands, and where her nails had made dents into my skin, it started burning. “Sorry,” I heard her whisper between soft moans. “For what?” I asked back, my voice strange and hoarse, and then I groaned when she withdrew the rubber monster from my ass. I couldn’t stifle a giggle. “Oh! My! God!” Erin exclaimed from behind me. Clicking sounds followed. “What?” I asked, suddenly fearful and checking if anything about my ass felt off. I wasn’t sure I’d felt anything tearing in my throes of lust. “You’re gaping open! You’re fucking gaping so wide open I could stick in my whole hand! God, that looks lovely! So shiny and rosy and red!” “You’re crazy!” I told her, but then the wicked image she conjured gripped me.