It was two days later at Nicks house that things started to progress further at a very speedy tread. All three of us were once again together, and we all knew what the early wanted.

"Will you strip naked for us ?"Andy asked in a affair of fact form of way.

The amazing affair was that although I was one hundred per cent certain that we would once again end up having sex I had not contemplated the fact that this fourth dimension I might have to be fully naked and not just from my waistline down. Such a thought had never really crossed my mind. To be asked to now despoil and be fully exposed in front line of my two friends was for me a yob ask. Once again, however, I had this itch to please and follow with whatever Andy and snick asked me to do.

I commenced to slowly absent my dress in what I considered to be a somewhat provocative and teasing way. Thankfully this morning time as I had dressed, in anticipation of meeting up and having sex. I had, therefore, put on a matching red and black lacy bra and pantie set that was certainly much more seductive than the everyday white knickerbockers that the boys had seen of a couple of days before.

I slowly loosen my blouse, clitoris by button before pulling it open to divulge my bra and bare midsection. Then turning around so that my back was toward my acquaintance, I undid the clitoris on my annulus and lowered the zip allowing it to drop to my feet and thereby expose my bum and sexy lace panties.

Next, I proceeded to twit them again by lowering the blouse off my articulatio humeri and down my back. I followed this by dropping and lifting my panties several times to allow a good sight of my irreverent rump. Eventually, I let them fall, and to wolf whistles from both notch and Saint Andrew, I stepped out of both skirt and panties before turning around to present them. I continued lowering and lifting my open blouse until I too let that drop along my blazon and onto the floor.

I was then seized suddenly by mild panic. I realised that I was standing before two fully clothed young men both nearly a twelvemonth older than I. Here I was almost totally naked with just my bra covering my tiny tits. I froze as I quickly placed one hand inadequately over my hirsute pussy and the other arm across my breast in a vain endeavour to cover my bra.

"What's awry ?"I was asked kindly by Andy.

"I'm scared,"I replied truthfully.

"Of what ?"

I had no idea how to answer that one. The fear of being naked in front of two men for the first meter seemed to spellbind me. I wanted to be exposed. I wanted them to see me bare and admire my nude body. I wanted them to use me, too, in a intimate way, but I was just terrified.

After a lot opinion, coaxing, and many advance news, I let dent untie my bra strap as I let it fall to the ground. I continued to attempt to preserve some degree of modestness by covering my breasts with both my hands. Gently and slowly, both cat talked me into allowing my manus to drop to my incline so that they could see my breasts for the first of all sentence.

As I did so, they both whistled in appreciation, one commenting,"Just beautiful !"

I confess that due to the small size of my bosom, the apparent approval of my friends was a massive relief.

Once I was raw things moved pretty quickly. I jumped onto the bed and waited for my two protagonist to do to me what I was certain they wanted to do. However, they just stood still looking at each early in a variety of embarrassed silence.

Finally, one hesitatingly spoke up,"Um, er well, we were wondering if you would let us research you before we do anything else ?"he asked.

"Explore me ?"I replied a bit dumbfounded.

"Yes, we'd like to calculate you over intimately and explore all your holes. You know to see what you're really like. Will you let us ?"

I was a bit shocked as I expected them to strip me and take me as I was. This seemed to be a strange turning of events. As I stared at them both looking at me sitting naked on the bed, something stirred within, and I knew that I had to make them what they wanted. I had no estimation at the time that this was going to be theatrical role of my becoming a total submissive.

I was told to lay back and open my legs. notch produced a mini-sized flannel mullein, and the two began a rather charge up interrogation of my pussy area, noticing in the process that it was very wet. I could palpate finger's breadth for the first time entering into my vaginal field and working the labia subject to try and obtain a more unobstructed view. I enjoyed the feeling of finger's breadth inside my vagina as well as playing with my pussy hair. After various minutes they moved on to my bum telling me to wave over and sit like a dog on all fours.

As I compiled Andy said jokingly,"This is the position all bitches should use !"

My bum boldness were patted and then parted before I felt a boost shake impact from a different position into my vagina. This time fingers pushed cryptical inside, I presumed from the notion, they had gone as far as they could go. I gave a lilliputian narrow escape of surprise and pleasure.

"Bumhole,"one said in a subject of fact way as if it was an mundane occurrence.

"What ?"I questioned as I had never dreamed that my bum pickle could in any way be aphrodisiacal or used for anything other than its intended purpose.

"We want to research your bum yap,"Andy replied."You know, we want a good look at it and to find inside it."

"You want to feel inside my bum ?"I questioned again in disbelief,"Who in their powerful creative thinker would desire to stick a fingerbreadth inside someone else's bum ?"

"We do,"nick replied,"set of people use bum holes in sex ; it's called buggering !"

"Really,"I replied, questioning what I heard,"I have never heard of the like."

"Well, can we ?"

I nodded my favourable reception and added somewhat resignedly,"I guess so if you really must."

In no time at all, I could feel a probing finger force its way through my anus and up into my tight piffling bum. The look was not as pleasurable as what they had done in my cunt but much more enjoyable than I would ever experience imagined. The more they prodded, pulled and patted my bum, the Thomas More I wondered what it would be like to have it stretched out by someone's stiff cock. At that fourth dimension, I could never bear imagined that I would allow its use for just that purpose not long after starting university.

"Sit,"They ordered when they had finished,"Your tits next."

‘ This is where I'll let them down,'I thought, ‘ they are bound to say something about their small size.'

It is to their credit that they felt them all around and lightly twisted the nipples without passing commentary on their A cup sizing. My dope were fondled and then lightly bounced as if someone was seeking to reckon the weight of a pounding of flour. Wow, it did feel trade good especially when they both gently played with my voiceless and erect teat.

"Mouth !"One demanded once they had seen enough of my breasts.

Although for the life sentence of me I could not understand what they would ever want my mouthpiece for except to kiss I complied once again opening my sass as encompassing as I could as though I was in the dentist chair.

"Just a minute of arc,"ding said,"we've just been up her bum and motive to wash our hands."

Although dependable enough that did lose a little of the glory of the moment for me sitting waiting for them to come back having washed their hands. Once they returned though I was not foiled. I was asked to kneel on the trading floor with my pegleg apart. I complied immediately and looked up at both young men with my mouth wide unfold. They shone their flashlight into my mouth, poked their fingers around my teeth, gums, spit and impudence before they seemed satisfied.

"testament you allow us to use a speculum on you at some meter ?"I remember Andy asking.

In my naivety of those other days, I was unbelievably not cognisant of what such a thing was and told them so.

"It's a device inserted up your cunt and anus to open them up for a wagerer and recondite inspection,"I was enthusiastically informed,"we think you might enjoy it and we most certainly will !"

"O.K.,"I answered,"that sounds like it might be fun."

I never knew then just how much fun it would examine to be on many occasions still to materialise.

After about an hour of being poked, prodded, fingered and fondled, I was asked to undo the trousers of both young men. It was evident that behind the slide fastener of their jeans and chinos was something very hard waiting to be released.

As I was still on my knees from the examination of my mouth, I stayed in side looking up into the expectant faces of Nick and Andy. It felt good and so the right way to be in such a situation. I did not know why I felt as I did ; however, I knew I was in the right wing place, at least for me.

One by one I undid belts and buttons. Pulled down zips and trousers before finally taking hold of Jockey shorts and slowly manoeuvring them down their stage, allowing their remains hard-on to bound free and almost hit me in my face.

I was shocked in my naivety at seeing these two goliath penis's pointing directly at my side just four inches away. I could not resist the urge to gently hold one in either hand and enjoy the feeling of how incredibly solid they felt.

Standing up, I moved back towards the bed and lay down in an expectant berth and opened my legs. I knew what we all wanted, and I believe that none of us was disappointed.

Three hours later, after respective penetration and raft of passionate and intimate sex, we lay close together on the bed. notch and Andy were giving my bosom a in force petting while I enjoyed playing with their balls and now floppy cock.

Indeed this was an energize life.

On many social occasion in my dreams, I had fantasised about being saltation, helpless and naked. I just longed to feel ropes restraining me knowing that whatever happened, I could not do anything to aid myself in the situation. I couldn't recall where these thoughts had come from or what had caused them. I just knew that whenever I thought about being bound, it made me both wet and excited in expectation of it happening someday to me.

About a workweek after our time in Andy's business firm and the confidant exam, I confided in them that I wanted them to tie me up and love me while I was helpless. I was uncertain what their reaction would be of my being so forward. I need not give birth worried.

The shady thing was that the handsome trouble we had was finding a suitable roach with which to bind me. Some were just too thick, and others were too grime or uncompromising to do the job correctly.

At notch suggestion, we made a rather irritating trip to a local DIY memory board to get something we considered suitable. I say irritating because what all three of us really wanted to do, was get on with what we all wanted to do ! In the fund, we discovered a diversity of about ten unlike variety of rophy and found one that seemed to be voiced and more flexible than most of the others. To our chagrin, it was also the most expensive ! We, however, brought enough to cut into four art object to attach hands and feet and another length just in case other ideas came to us. It did not ask long for the latter to happen !

On our way home, we passed a small wooded valley, and Andy stopped the car."Rachel,"he asked inquisitively,"How about tying you to a tree and stripping you naked outside !"

I was a little taken aback because it was now Dec and a Robert Lee Frost had lain on the flat coat earlier in the morning. The bright sun had soon cleared this, but it was still as we say ‘ nippy.'The opinion of being naked outside was not quite so appealing. However, I considered it might be fun in some ways and consented to this unusual asking.

Andy parked the car, and we set off into the woods and down the vale. It was cold, just about three stage above freeze and there was a aristocratic zephyr blowing through the now au naturel outgrowth of the Tree. We made our way into the Wood. As we walked, I was filled with a tingling excitement of what was about to take place.

I was pretty tough despite my slim behaviour, and I had always enjoyed pushing myself to the boundary. Whether mentally or physically. At school, I had been one of only two young woman to volunteer for rugby praxis along with the male child. I was not sure at the meter why I had done such a affair.

On our first-class honours degree day, the handler had said he would not be treating us, two lady friend, differently to the boy. I was placed on the wing due to my tenuous frame and long peg. Samantha, however, went with the forwards due to her lots larger size.

I put everything into those sessions and learned how to hedge some of the boy with informality. I confess, though that perhaps the most exciting parting was when I was tackled and immediately enveloped in a sea of Male eubstance. Occasionally I could feel straying deal deliberately manipulating either my boobs or bum. Such deportment didn't worry me ; it just gave me a thrill.

I had also volunteered to do cross county for the school. Not that I enjoyed the long and exhausting runs, but I had noticed that those taking part usually came back very muddy and dirty. For some reason, I loved that estimation of getting wet and muddy. Running I was able to do it without attracting any suspicion that I might be ‘ odd.'In some way, it gave me a shudder. On one run, I deliberately fell into a deep muddy puddle just so that I could relish the feeling of the coldness body of water on my pelt and the gluey mud on my face and in my hair.

Now we reached a place in the woods that we were confident would be private.

"How are you going to do this ?"I asked inquisitively.

"I thought the best way was to thrust the rope over that bough and then tie your script above your head and pull you tight. We won't be capable to take off your T-shirt or bra, but if you take off your pelage and jumper before we tie you up, we will be capable to snarf them over your mind and do a decent job. What do you think ?"

I cautiously agreed.

They threw the rope over the branch of the tree diagram about six feet above my question while I took off my coat and jump shot. Once I was down to my T-shirt, I felt the chill of the twist as it came down the valley and fondle my now inadequately protected body.

I lifted my hands out in front of me and allowed one of the guys to bind them securely. Then the roach was pulled taught over the branch lifting my arms above my headland. Andy held it tight while gouge wound the rest round the shoetree trunk and tied it off on a let down branch. They both decided that my weapons system were not high enough, so they pulled the rope tighter to lift me high. Once I was in a suitable position, the circle was tied off securely. This time I was almost on my tiptoes and, naturally enough, quite uncomfortable.

They removed my shoes, followed by my socks. I was not expecting to have to go barefoot in a forest in December, but as I had willingly agreed to be stripped naked, I had no existent campaign for complaint. My trousers were ruined and quickly pulled off my rather long pegleg allowing them to experience the chill of the stale winter air.

Instead of removing my knickers, my tee shirt was lifted up and over the back of my head, leaving my bra exposed front side. Then with one immediate drift, the bra was sunk and lifted over my foreland to join my T-shirt. Now both combined to pluck down my knickers and lead me more or less completely exposed to the elements and reliant on ding and Andy to untie me and let me down when they felt the sentence was right.

I could feel my skin turning to goosebumps as the cool air started to sting into my naked flesh. Both my companions walked around me gazing at my stretched and exposed physique as I stood, still more or less on tiptoe on the forest floor.

"Do you care what you see ?"I inquired.

"We certainly do very much,"Nick replied,"It's just delightful !"

Then ding quickly pulled Andy aside and whispered something to him. I was unable to hear everything but caught the word water. About ten measure from us was the belittled stream that ran through the center of attention of the valley. Both men went to it and cupping their hands collected a measure of weewee before heading back towards me.

Both stood with cup hands over my two debunk chest and let the pee drip over them. I took in a crisp hint as the cold water met my already cool peel. The whizz was incredible as well as uncomfortable. Almost as soon as the water touched the tip of my nipples, they immediately became erect. dent and Andy both noticed this practically instantaneous reaction.

binding they went for another cup of H2O, and over my breasts once again it was placed.

Next, they delighted in throwing the H2O it in the direction of my twat which made me do a short dance in response.

After about xv minute of arc in this position, I was well insensate and ready to be let down. Suddenly Andy picked up a recollective stick and came towards me.

"How about me whipping you Rachel ?"He asked,"I'll not do it hard."

By now, my emotions were in a total whirl of enjoyment and expectancy of anything new. I wanted to be made surfactant and colder ; I wanted to be fucked and also allow for Andy to use his stick on me. Whatever it was inside me was responding very well to what was happening.

I watched Andy as he moved behind and saw the flick of his wrist joint as he cracked the branch in the direction of my bare backside. I heard the luminosity sounding crack as it connected with my buttocks then I smarted as a sudden thrust of infliction shot through my quivering soundbox. Wow ! I did enjoy the thrill of that contact of Sir Henry Wood on bare material body !

"Can I ease up you another ?"Andy asked politely.

I never replied ; I just nodded my consent. A couplet of seconds later, I saw the motion picture, heard the impinging and felt once again the pain. marvellous !

The future, I knew was that I was shivering from top to fathom. Whether it was with the cold or as a event of what was happening, I guess I will never know. I wanted more. Yes, I did much more : sex, bondage and a fiddling pain.

That Night when I arrived place having been fully warmed and sexually used once again by my champion, I recalled the day 's events. I loved the cold. The water had made my pap so erect that you could bear hung a apparel hanger on either.

I went to the freezer and taking out a twosome of ice square block, and I popped them in a methamphetamine. Once alone and in the refuge of my sleeping room, I experimented. I firstly rubbed them around my breast. The same effect happened ! Almost instantaneously my mamilla became hard and upright. Then I tried it in and around my pussy back talk. Oh boy, was that sensitive to the cold ! What a feeling. Yes, I would relish more of this.

I wondered then what ice would be like in my back passage. Could that be used as Andy and dent had said to bring a girl sexual pleasure ? I had no idea but wanted to find out.

I waited until one of the ice third power had melted somewhat and then ran it up and down my bum crack. Just cold. I then pushed it in knowing that once it was inside, it would only come out when it had melted. The maven was rather strange but exciting as it melted and tricked out onto the kitchen towel I had had the care to get ready. It was not as stimulating a feeing as around my vagina but certainly something I knew I could experiment with later on.

One affair I knew after that day was that I enjoyed being bound and helpless. I, at that point, knew cipher about acme and bottoms, master key and Submissive's, however, I knew that I had enjoyed the feeling of helplessness I had experienced in the woodwind instrument that day. I just wanted to experience more and wondered if Andy and snick would help me.

The adjacent weekend I popped the question.

"How would you guys enjoy spanking me and maybe trying a cold bathroom on me today ?"

I enquired as calmly as I could. I was almost physically trembling with exhilaration and anticipation of what I was hoping might be done. I was not at all disappointed.

"Listen, Rach,"Nick answered eagerly,"we will be happy to do to you anything that you want, so please ask. We love you."

After some discussion, we agreed that firstly I would be spanked. Andy asked me to kneel by the side of meat of the bed and lean onto it, so my bum was in the air and readily available. I complied willingly.

I had decided to wear a short dress, the skirt of which came to just above the genu. It was a kind of basswood colour and was certainly not my ducky, but I thought it was nonpareil for what I wanted to try out.

The bird was lifted over my bum. Then there followed the wonderful feeling of my drawers being pulled down to my knees. I am still not sure enough why it is that the sensory faculty of the removal of my knickerbockers always gives me such a quiver. Maybe it is just that their removal provides me with a feeling of freedom or perhaps it is just the sense of tally weakness that their release leaves me experiencing. Whatever it is, I have always greatly enjoyed the sensation.

Once all was ready, Andy wanted to bed just how hard they could smell me. I had no mind. I'd not even thought about that.

After a few seconds, I just answered,"I'll let you decide. It might be more interest !"

They did, and it was ! Not knowing what was going to pass off next was a thrill to me. Would it be unvoiced or subdued, a quick double slap or single, across both buttocks or targeting one. The anticipation just heightened the whole outcome. After twenty spanks of varying level of severity ; my bum was a rose-colored red. Both guy rope had enjoyed themselves in giving and I in receiving.

That day I also received my first cold-blooded bath as I had requested. My branch were tied together at the ankles and my script behind my back. I was still fully clothed in my Citrus aurantifolia apparel when Andy and nick put me into the bath.

The plug was inserted, and the dusty tap turned on but only slowly. My two friends, watched in pleasure as I sought to strike away from the cold water pouring around my feet. It slowly crept up to my bum and eventually over my body soaking the clothes I was wearing. They enjoyed seeing me shivering and finally, once the piddle had covered my breasts and berm, pleading with them for the water to be turned off.

They stopped the flow but did not immediately unloose the plug as they continued to ogle as I shivered beneath the cold water that filled the bath. I was finally released and stripped out of my soaking attire. Both men noticed, once again, how erect the cold water had made my mamilla. They protruded the like little plenty making snick and Andy so aroused that they had little difficulty in warming me up with their bodies !

We learnt that using ice or frigid water around my breasts always produced the effect of making my mammilla very erect. Sometimes the result could be seen through my underclothes. Whenever I was in any type of swimwear or wearing a bikini anyone looking at me would possess seen my erect teat through the fabric. This input, therefore, became an charge up thing in our sexual experimentation

Of course, my Quaker wanted to maximise this result as much as they could. They started by using a small handheld sprayer filled with cold-blooded body of water to squirt over my exposed white meat.

Eventually, ice third power were dropped into the sprayer, to naturally enough, take the piddle colder and my nipples harder as they became almost instantaneously rear as the body of water was applied.

One day Andy and gouge used a hose, which of trend gave me a total soaking.

It was a little metre later that a jet washer was employed in our play producing other exciting results for both them and me ! I especially enjoyed it being pointed between my peg as it created a provoke gist in that sphere.

Andy and Nick were most thrifty not to get too close or use the king too luxuriously. The safe use of the washer did exact a bit of trial and computer error, but eventually, we all enjoyed the fun, when distance and control produced the desired consequence. I think the boys were amazed as to what l was able to endure in becoming so coldness and wet. My storey of survival surprised me too. After all this was all just as new and exciting to me as it was to them.

On occasions when we went for a burger, both guys would sometimes dangle the ice square block from their boozing down my bra so they could see my nipples through my clothing. One metre they did this while we waited for the rest period of our order to be brought out to the car. We did not see the waitress appear at the window. She looked into the car in disbelief as she watched them with my top undone pull my bra away from my chest of drawers to spend the ice cubes into the loving cup of the bra. I don't know who was the most hinder, the girl, Andy and gouge or me at what she saw. I imagine she had a story to severalise her colleague when she went back at heart and often wondered if anyone else there tried it as a resultant role !



On one juncture, my paw were bound behind my back and then tied to the remains of an old barn hoist at Nick's parent 's farm. As they pulled it taught, it pulled my limb up and deform me over so that my bottom was nicely exposed.

On this social occasion, they power washed my bum until it was red, and I was too uncomfortable to continue.

As we continued to see about each other, sex and entry, and how to please one another, we sought to experiment in different slipway. Of line, my two testosterone-fuelled eighteen-year-old male admirer were keen to try anything. On various affair, I endured several matter inserted into my twat, such as bottles, veggie and early house implements.

Andy and Nick did, however, like my raw stern and would grab it laborious to feel it tightly in their hands. Occasionally they gave it humble tap which made it tilt a bit like a jelly which was a massive routine on for them.

Eventually, with my consent, these taps became smacking and then savour increasing in strength until I would cry out, and my bum would glow red.

At one time both men persuaded to let them try a riding crop across my backside, to which, somewhat reluctantly, I agreed. When Andy and ding first used it, they were gentle as this was just as new to them as to me. One day about eight weeks after our maiden sex experience they let fly with one stroke across my pert fanny that caused me to give such a yell of pain both of my friends thought all of Edinburgh would take in heard !

They profusely apologised as they knew it had hurt. The funny thing was that a week later, I asked the men to do it again. This prison term though I wanted two strokes because I had found the pain in the ass it caused had made me very dampish. Of course of instruction, they were felicitous to cooperate.



I can not remember exactly how we developed from simple slavery to chagrin and embarrassment. We had discussed it many times, and whatever I wanted to do, they were smashing to try, and whatever they wanted to do, I was happy to admit. It worked very well all daily round.

The firstly awkward matter tried on me was placing some umber from one of those classy boxes into my vaginal area. I was then taken into town for the afternoon wearing a rather myopic dame, the sort I did not usually wear. As I was wearing bloomers, nada much happened except I was very messy when I arrived back home with melted chocolate covering my pussy area.

A hebdomad later it was a impractical day, and Andy and Nick pushed even more hot chocolate into my virginal canal, all those balmy icky ones. After a bit of opinion, the boy inserted two caramel's into my anus, the initiative clip my bum hole was used in any sexual way.

Andy and Nick then, rather cruelly, made me walk from one end of Princess Street to the other without wearing any knickers and while wearing a very brusk skirt. Naturally enough, I had trouble stopping my inadequate skirt blowing up in the breeze that howled along our main shopping street. I was in enceinte peril of revealing my well-nigh intimate country as well as my burnt umber covered pussy and second joint.

I was collected just in time at the Neath end of the street. Some of the deep brown had reached my knees, and a grease was manifest on my wench. If anyone had seen me, they would have thought I had a bad case of diarrhoea.



One day Andy and ding asked me what I would find the most mortifying thing to happen to me. After some thought, I answered that it would be having some of my protagonist from shoal seeing me defenseless and in a compromising military position.

Unbeknown to me, this gave Andy and dent a big approximation that only needed a few daytime to set up. It was February, and once again, we were at nick's parent 's farm while they were away for the weekend. It was cold ; however, despite this, they strung me up in the barn hands tied above my headland and secured over a rafter.

I wore jeans and a button-up blouse along with a pinny and coating. The latter had been removed before I was bound as they hindered the boy 's design. Once I was in position, I was blindfolded with a towel. None of us had any right blindfolds in those Day.

Then they started to untie my blouse and my jeans and divulge to a greater extent and more of my form. What I was unaware of was that they had invited ten of my school friends to observe this slow revealing of my naked body.

Once my jeans were down, my knickers were slowly removed and then as they held my blouse open, they lifted my bra to reveal my boob.

Eventually, they lowered me down on my knees. My hands were placed in front of my physical structure. This allowed the blouse and bra to be pulled off my shoulders and down my arms. All the onlookers were then able-bodied to get a good feel at my breasts.

My swain students were then allowed to make out and feel me wherever they desired. It was only when this happened that I realised others were salute ! As the blindfold was removed I was horrified to see those I shared a class with looking lustfully at me. I could experience myself going bright red and could hardly verbalize for the sheer superfluity of what was happening to me.



The session ended with the majority of my friends, telling me how brave I had been to allow myself to be compromised in such an charge way. One rather salutary looking guy asking if he could do me. Others watched as I consented and we had sex before everyone in the barn. He became the third Male to enter my enceinte pussy.

The outcome of this footling outcome was that some of the missy asked if they could copy a part of an American film they had seen. It involved a flannel high school pupil getting stripped naked by black little girl in the school cloakroom. No one told me what they planned. They simply put the suggestion in my mind that such a thing might be most gratifying. I agreed that it might well be.

They set the scene in an old ruined cottage not far from where I lived. Nick and Andy drove me there, where six girls from my school year were in situation. They grabbed me and stripped me totally naked. The girlfriend held me tight as they mocked my small white meat and hairy vagina. I was plenty embarrassed, but all the female child were so thrilled at what they had done. As the event was so positive, I forgot about being consciously naked in front man of them.



The next occasion when the farm was relinquish of Nic 's parents, I was again draw up on the old hoist. As a consequence, I was crumpled right over as I had been during the power laundry. My classmates had been invited to come in and honour me in this wonderfully sexually explicit position.

Andy and snick had already purchased four ‘ Rocket Ices.'These were multicoloured Ice lollies in the shape of a rocket and measured about xv centimetres long and six wide. Nick brought them out of the freezer and, once I had recovered my composure from the jounce of again seeing my compeer observing me au naturel and compromised, they proceeded to stick in them one by one up my vagina.

It had a fantastic effect as I wriggled and squirmed as they went further up my usually quick and moist vaginal sphere. The bonus was that because I was in a spot of being bent right over to relieve the strain on my coat of arms I could see very clearly, through my stage, what was being done to me.

When one lolly had melted to half its size one of the viewing ‘ friends'asked if he could finish it off up my backside.

I was asked what I thought. I laughed and responded,"In the place, I am in do I have any option but to comply ?"

The half-melted lolly was placed against my anus and then pushed gently inside. I moaned with both the common cold and the pleasure. Andy pushed and pulled on the lolly until it melted and only the stick was left.

After three iced lollies had been used in this way, I asked them to stop as I was just too cold in both cakehole. They did stop and attached the hose to a warm tap to wash me out with warm water. That was very much appreciated.

The experiments in pain, pleasure and punishment continued as we found different things to do and new technique to try out. I loved every moment of the time I spent with my friends. Whether I was cold or caned, fucking or sucking, wet or whipped, chained or pained I always wanted more, much more. At university, I would get my wish as things moved quickly up into top gear !