Boarding School Sex Training-Chapter 7

Rachel was trapped, Stephen’s fingers becoming more insistent, pinching and prodding her breasts, trying to find her nipples, pinching her flesh while she squirmed on the bed, trapped between the two men. Michael was pushed up against her, his hand sliding her skirt up over her ass, the cool air on her now naked legs. She felt Stephen’s hands move down the front of her blouse, grabbing her tits as they moved over the buttons, unbuttoning them from the top down to the bottom. She felt him pull her blouse from her skirt, pushing it back, revealing her bra-encased breasts to his hands. She felt his hands on her stomach, cold hands touching her warm belly as they moved up to her bra, feeling her youthful breasts, fingers running over the top, feeling her naked flesh. 

Meanwhile, Michael was successfully pushing up her skirt, revealing her panty-covered ass to his gaze. His hands ran over the perfect globes of her ass, feeling the taunt flesh beneath his fingers, his cock hard. He smothered his hand down her legs, stretching her legs out straight, moving back up again, this time his hand between her thighs, sliding over the youthful flesh, pushing her thighs apart as it forced there way between them, feeling her thighs clenching tightly onto his hands. “Relax your thighs, my fingers are going to get to your pussy one way or another. You are going to get fucked tonight, so you might as well relax. It will less painful if you let me get you wet first, otherwise Stephen’s hard cock is going to hurt as he fucks you.” He felt her thighs relax, his hands now having unfettered access to her teenage thighs, moving up higher until they were trapped between her legs, her hot pussy resting on the heel of his hand. He moved his fingers, rubbing against her pussy lips, her thighs trapping his hand again, not sure whether she was protesting his hand or trapping it for her pleasure.

Stephen pushed her blouse down her arms and slipped it off her shoulders. His hands moved behind her back, pushing her tits into his chest as his fingers fumbled with her bra, unsnapping it, feeling the pressure released, falling forward. As his hands returned to the front, he pulled her bra forward, off her shoulders and letting it slide down her arms. He felt her hands rise up and cover her naked breasts as the bra was stripped from her body. “No time to get modest with us, Rachel, you will soon be stripped naked before us. Now remove your hands, I want to play with your tits.”

Rachel let her hands fall, surrendering to Stephen. She knew he was right, she could not stop their assault on her tender body. She felt Michael’s hands all over her ass, running over her flesh, feeling his fingers pulling down the zipper of her skirt, unbuttoning the button and pulling it down her naked legs. She was now almost naked, only her panties hiding her pussy, but she knew that was only temporary. She could already feel Michael’s hands moving to the top of her panties, slipping inside, his hands running over her naked flesh. It would only be minutes before he would decided to finish stripping her naked. She worried about Michael behind her. He loved to play with her tiny asshole. This is what she feared most. They were always talking about fucking her asshole with their big cocks. And Michael was always putting his fingers up her asshole, stretching it, getting it ready for when they fuck it. She did not know why anyone would want to play with her asshole. To her it was disgusting, always having a finger up her ass, making her tighten on it. Why would anyone want to put a cock up her backside?

Stephen’s fingers reached for her naked breasts. Her nipples were already hard and erect. She protested the fondling of her breasts, but always seem to enjoy it. Even when they inflicted pain on the tender morsels, her pussy always seemed to get wetter. He grabbed both of the nipples, the dark brown points begging for his fingers, sticking out, hard and erect. He tightened his grip on them, feeling the nipples crush between his fingers. He heard her gasp in pain out loud, her back arching, pushing her breasts further into his hands. He twisted the flesh between his fingers, hearing her moaning in pain as he felt them become harder, reacting to the abuse. “You like that, don’t you Rachel, you like when I pinch your nipples hard. I bet your pussy is getting wet.”

Michael moved his hand further down into her panties, the fabric sliding down as they were forced down over her ass, revealing her naked ass cheeks to his gaze. His hands moved lower, down her ass crease, sliding over her delicate anus to her pussy. He felt the hot flesh of her pussy, wet and ready. “Oh, yeah, her pussy is already dripping. It wouldn’t take much to get her ready for a fucking.”

Rachel closed her eyes in shame as she felt fingers running over her pussy. She knew she was wet, Stephen and Michael’s fingers making her that way. She had tried to stop it, but the continual manipulation of her teenage body was just too much. She hated to admit it, but she got wet every time they stripped her and abused her body. She felt a finger begin to push into her pussy, separating her flesh as her own pussy juice helped to glide the finger effortlessly into her hot flesh. Stephen’s mouth had moved down to her breast and his lips latched onto one of her nipples, sucking it deep inside of his mouth, his teeth tapping lightly against the trapped nipple, eliciting sharp pain onto the flesh. She squirmed again between the two men, her body not sure if it was trying to escape the finger in her pussy, or attempting to push it deeper into her body. It felt good, the digit moving around inside her, moving from side to side as it bore relentlessly deeper and deeper inside her. She now lay naked on the bed, only her shoes and socks on her body, trapped between two men, waiting to be fucked.

Michael and Stephen continued to take liberties with poor Rachel, her naked body now trapped between them. Michael’s fingers continued to run in and out of her now dripping pussy, running over her clit, pinching the erect little pea into hardness. Stephen’s fingers and mouth molested her breasts and especially her nipples. His mouth sucked her teenage breast in and once in, his teeth would gnaw painfully on the delicate morsel dragging moans of pain from her voice. 

“It’s time, Rachel, time to get fucked.” Michael turned Rachel over onto her back. Both of them sat up in the bed and looked down at sweet Rachel. She lay there on the bed, naked except for her shoes and socks highlighting her naked flesh, her legs partly spread, her pussy juice glistening between her legs, Stephen’s saliva shining on her red and swollen nipples and breasts. They each grabbed one of her legs and began to spread them, watching as her pussy began to spread open to their gaze.

Rachel had to close her eyes as she felt them spreading her open. She could feel her pussy lips separating, the cool air blowing on her wet pussy as the two men opened her. She felt fingers caressing her thighs, more insistent as they moved higher, reaching out for her pussy. It was humiliating to be stripped naked and opened before them, her face red in embarrassment. She arched her hips up from the bed as fingers pulled her pussy hair, spreading her pussy lips open painfully.

“Look at that pink, teenage pussy. It’s just waiting for a big cock to open it up. By time we are finished it’s going to be red and inflamed, fucked likes its never been fucked before. Up Higher, Rachel, raise your pussy up for us,” fingers pulling her pussy hair, forcing her to rise up or her pussy hair would be painfully torn from her body. They watched as her young body obeyed, her hips leaving the bed, arching up, her pussy spreading open wide from the unnatural spread of her thighs. 

“Good girl, Rachel, we like you when you open like this,” Stephen commented, his cock straining in his pants.

Rachel’s ass was forced up over a foot from the bed, her thighs straining to keep the position, opened for them. She felt hands return to her pussy lips and pull them open wider, her lips straining, her insides now visible to them. She felt fingers running over her pussy, not sure who’s, not caring. Some were tender, running gently over her pussy, pushing her pussy juice around her open pussy. Others were not, fingers pulling back her clit hood, exposing the tiny pea sized clit, fingers grabbing it tightly and painfully, stretching it from her tender body. “MMMMM,” she moaned in pain, the humiliating position and the pain taking their toll on her teenage body. “Please, no more, please,” she begged. She felt a hand reach under her ass, helping to support her raised body.

“That’s a good girl, you’re so open for us,” Michael’s hand under her ass continued to move, grabbing her tight ass, feeling the flesh beneath his fingers. 

Stephen ran his fingers up and down her pussy slit, her wetness covering his fingers. He found her pussy opening and pushed a finger in, watching as her pussy slowly spread open for the digit, grabbing it tightly as he continued to push into her unused pussy. “You’re pussy is so tight, Rachel, it’s squeezing all the blood out of my finger,