Teacher Entertains Pupils at Party

Author's note. This is the longest story I have written. For those of you, like me, who prefer reading shorter stories you can read the three distinct stories as stand alone

College days - group sex 2,100 words

My first job - Domination, spanking, caning and anal. 4,800 words.

The party - group sex, domination, caning and anal. 5,000 words.

I hope you enjoy. Feedback of votes and comments very welcome.

Introduction

I started to write about an event that happened seven years ago when I was 23. To explain that event, as much to myself as to a reader, I needed to recall one particular evening that occurred four years earlier. In the end I decided that it would be far better to record three events that have shaped where I am sexually today. I have therefore written about events in chronological order.

College days (aged 19)

At college my great enthusiasm for sex had lots of opportunity, to express itself. Boyfriends did cum and go regularly. One-night stands filled the gaps between these boyfriends. I was easily aroused and orgasmed during almost any sexual encounter, including one or two that were otherwise disastrous. I did however often loose interest a little after enjoying a climax.

What happened one particular night when I was at college had a very direct bearing on events three years later. I was between boyfriends and, I have to admit, feeling as horny as hell. Carl had been hitting on me for a couple of weeks and I was far from disinterested. Whenever I saw him, he was always with two friends Andy and Ben. I didn't pay them much attention, one-way or the other. On the evening in question I found myself drinking with the three of them. Carl seemed every bit as keen to get into my pants, as I was keen to get into his. I paid a little attention to Andy and Ben. They showed no sign of taking any of the unsubtle hints that I was throwing at them, about the possibility of Carl and I having some time alone together. In fairness to them, Carl was not adding support to my hints. They joked how they were the three musketeers. I asked them if the motto was "all for one and one for all. "But they said they had adjusted it to "all for one, but only if she is really hot. "

I laughed but realized that they were looking at my reaction to their "joke". I was under no illusion, what they were strongly suggesting. I had enjoyed a lot of sex but never with more than one man at a time (that is unless you count being watched by one boy while being fucked beautifully by another). I knew I wanted sex very badly and the idea of enjoying it with more than one boy was far from a turn off. I was considering unchartered territory, excited territory. As has been the case many times in my life my mouth was quicker than my mind when I asked,

"Well do the three musketeers consider me "really hot"?"

It was clear that the musketeers had discussed me, as they did not seem to need to refer the question to each other, as they all answered positively, in unison. My mind caught up with my mouth, as I questioned whether I had as good as agreed to sleep with all three of them. Whether I had or hadn't was irrelevant, as I was very quickly finishing my drink and being led to Carl's room. Carl undressed me as I undressed him, while Andy and Ben were little more than interested bystanders. I was horrified at how aroused I was, even before we were both naked. Fortunately, Carl was also extremely aroused, just as quickly. When Carl lay me back and found my clit with his mouth, I did not protest as each of my hard nipples were found by other mouths. Right at that moment I would not have cared whether the whole of the college football team had been there, it was blissful.

It felt a little like I had three clits being sucked, bitten and caressed. My arousal levels were sky high, even though there wasn't an erection in sight. I had never experienced anything even remotely like this before. Usually my enthusiasm meant that I took the lead, but all I did was to lie back and soak the contact up. It was too blissful as an orgasm, I had not been expecting or wanted so quickly, struck me. Carl pinned me to the bed and my boobs were pinned down firmly. It was as good as any orgasm I had ever enjoyed and lasted until I pleaded for them to stop. They stopped, but Carl did something that no one had ever done to me straight after I had enjoyed an orgasm. He entered me for the first time and started to fuck me with long firm strokes. His cock was large and rock-hard and I was soon accepting that even though I had already had an orgasm it felt more than good. Andy and Ben were no longer using their mouths but, having shed their clothes, used their fingers, not too gently, to play with my nipples.

There was nothing rushed and much to my surprise a second orgasm was building within a couple of minutes. When Carl announced that he was about to cum my body just accepted the inevitable. I enjoyed a very nice if not exceptional climax. It was the first time I had ever enjoyed a second orgasm in a session and I wanted time to recover, but Andy had other thoughts.

My brain was addled as Andy replaced Carl between my legs. I was just about to scream "no" when I realized that this was something I had, as good as, agreed to. I did exercise a little control by rolling over onto my stomach before raising my hips to invite him to enter me from behind. As he entered my pussy, Ben's cock entered my mouth. I love giving head and I reasoned that this also meant that my pussy would be spared a third visitor. The energy of Ben and Andy was infectious and my two orgasms were soon history. I suspected that Andy's cock was not very big but it felt very comfortable thrusting into me from a lovely angle. Ben was holding my face gently and allowing my mouth and tongue to do nearly all the moving. The head of the cock in my mouth was huge and looked out of place at the end of a short shaft, that was not particularly thick. This unusual shape allowed me to play with it like a lollipop. Whenever, I ran my tongue behind where the shaft met the head, Ben made the most wonderful appreciative noises.

Without any warning Andy moaned and clearly emptied his balls deep in my pussy. All of a sudden there was the danger that things were over. Without really thinking I asked Ben whether he wanted to finish in my pussy. He laughed and said that my mouth was doing better things to his cock than any pussy could ever do. I wasn't sure whether I felt complimented or frustrated by this. Carl saw an opportunity and was quickly behind me. I reacted quickly too, turning to face him still on my knees. We didn't need words to know we were both ready to fuck again. It was me who pushed him onto his back and was delighted to impale myself on his beautiful cock. I now felt the energy and all I wanted to do was to fuck hard and fast. I loved the way he was buried balls deep in one aggressive thrust. I was much less impressed when he held himself pressed hard up against me and said,

"For the next few minutes it is not about you, it is about you giving Ben the best blowjob he has ever had. Trust me that is a real challenge, as Ben is a connoisseur of blowjobs. He has had as many lips wrapped around his cock as you have had....... well, let's just say it is his special passion."

I had given far more blowjobs than any girl would like to admit, but I had been set a challenge. I was determined to give Ben a blowjob he would never forget; it was a matter of excited pride. Ben had to stand in front of me as I knelt beautifully impaled on Carl's cock. I devoted my full attention to the cock in my mouth.

I teased just the head of his cock with my mouth and used both hands to caress his balls occasionally taking a firm grip around the base of the shaft and pulling all available skin down towards his balls. He clearly found this to his liking, as the head of his cock quickly turned a lovely shade of purple and his commentary, that seemed more to himself than to any of the other three of us, became excited in the extreme.

I knew I could extract the cum from his rock-hard erection with little effort, but slowed him down, to allow him to enjoy the experience to its fullest. His commentary was full of praise, as my tongue played gently with his glossy purple head, just where it met his shaft. His balls had tightened as I played, mainly gently but, sometimes squeezing them and even scratching them with my nails. Within a couple of minutes, I suspected that he would not be able to hold off climaxing unless I stopped all contact, something neither of us wanted. I decided I wanted to put on a little display for our audience who seemed surprisingly interested in my, or was it more our, performance.

I used one hand to squeeze his balls and the base of his shaft while for the first time finding his anus with just the pad of my middle finger. He announced the arrival of his orgasm, as if this would be news to us, just before the first powerful ejaculation hit the back of my mouth with great force. I took my mouth off his cock and squeezed harder so that I delayed the second rope of cum from hitting me hard in the face. I was probably not controlling the timing of his ejaculations, as much as I thought I was, but the third was while my lips were again wrapped around just his head. I didn't know how many more of these spectacular high-volume explosions he would be capable of producing, so allowed him to paint my face with everything else he had left. It was impressive as four or five more were powerful and covered my face before I returned the dribbling shrinking cock to the warmth of my mouth. His next comment was not to himself,

"Fuck that was the best ever. Where the fuck did you learn to do that?"

I didn't have time to answer that as Carl took hold of my hips and said,

"You, young lady are going to fuck my brains out. Fuck me hard, fuck me fast and don't stop until I cum. No teasing, no stopping, just fucking."

I loved the directness, I loved his cock and I loved having an audience, as I did exactly as he had ordered. There was an aggression about the fucking. It was physically demanding, as I had been on my knees for far too long. His orgasm was never going to be quick and I really had to work at it. I hated the fact that I became very hot and began to sweat, but I was determined not to slow the pace. It wasn't him who reached orgasm first, it was me. There was no warning as the first violent spasm hit me hard, completely out of the blue. I had four hard slightly painful spasms before they were gone. I tried to fuck on but was struggling before he took hold of my hips and fucked up into me with a force and speed that I had never experienced. The spasms shook my body again seconds later. It seemed like a new orgasm, but I didn't care as both of us screamed out our excitement.

I collapsed forward onto his chest sweating profusely, laughing nervously about the display I had just made of myself. Embarrassed or not, I felt totally spent having enjoyed myself sexually like never before. There wasn't a need to be embarrassed, as we all agreed that it had been spectacular.

Carl and I did enjoy a sexual relationship for a couple of weeks. The sex was good but seemed mundane compared to the evening with all four of us. On reflection it was possibly a good thing we didn't try to repeat the foursome, as it could not have lived up to the first time. I did realize that what had worked so perfectly for me that night was feeling totally dominated, not responsible and even submissive. I also learned that in the right situations I could be multi-orgasmic and if I pushed through the point of being oversensitive the reward could be spectacular multiple orgasms. This discovery was a double-edged sword as these spectacular orgasms were rarely achievable.

My first job (aged 22)

Leaving college I needed to get a teaching job. They were in short supply, where I wanted to live, but I did manage to secure an interview at a small very exclusive fee paying all boys' school. The interview was with the head teacher, a Mr. Brent. It had been explained to me that the job was for one year only, as it was to cover for maternity leave.

It was just Mr. Brent who sat opposite me on the other side of a big desk, as he interviewed me. He was probably in his fifties with a full head of hair, that showed signs of greying around his ears. When he stood to greet me, I guessed he was around six feet tall, broad but not fat. He looked in good shape, but not that of a man who spent time in a gym. He looked every bit a head master, with poise and a natural appearance of dominance. I felt like a pupil facing this man, not a woman of 22 being interviewed for a job. I could not understand my reaction to Mr. Brent, as he was not particularly good looking, but I was immediately drawn to him like a magnet. It was a physical magnetism that shocked me to the core. We had not really started the interview, but all this had flashed through my mind.

As the interview progressed, I got the impression that he was very comfortable with me. He talked about the ethos of the school. He said that there was a two-strike rule. If the boys broke any of the rules once, as long as it was a not a very serious infringement, they would be physically punished but if they failed again, they would be expelled. Serious offenses were always punished by expulsion. It sounded very harsh, but he assured me that it had worked well for years and that the atmosphere in the school was excellent, particularly for inexperienced young teachers. He further explained that teachers were not immune from punishment, if they broke rules. There was something in the way that he said this that sent a ripple through my body. I was shocked it was a ripple that ended focused right between my legs. Unsurprisingly, I had been nervous throughout the interview but now I could not deny that some of the tension was sexual tension. For the remainder of the interview, I could not shake off this sexual tension.

I was delighted to get a phone call, from the school secretary, the next day to offer me the job. She explained the contract and the details of the pay. If I agreed, I would start the next Monday. I agreed, and the first week went without many problems. I did not see much of Mr. Brent during the week but his secretary told me to report to his office at 4.30 on the Friday. It was quite a curt request, or more accurately order, and she would not be drawn when I asked what the purpose of the meeting was.

As I tidied up, after my class had left on the Friday evening, I became nervous, as I had in the interview. This nervousness also contained an element of excitement that rather surprised and shocked me. It took me back to days at school, when I had been required to go to the head master to be punished, but that is another story in itself. As I knocked on his door, I was alarmed that my pussy was feeling as if it was a little swollen and possibly just a little moist. My heartbeat was a little fast and my mouth dry. His invitation to sit where I had for the interview did nothing to calm me.

"How has your first week been, Miss Cass? Would you like a drink?"

He produced a bottle of whiskey from a draw in his desk along with two glasses. I had not answered whether I wanted a drink, when he pushed a generously filled glass towards me. I did say that my week had gone well, but I was very tired. We talked about the other teachers, I had met during the week, including the one I suspected was gay. He managed to warn me about him, without confirming my suspicion in any way. The whiskey went straight to my head, as I had not eaten since breakfast time. I settled back in the chair delighted to have this personal time with this charismatic, dominant man.

"I am sure you remember at your interview that I made it clear that any infringement of the rules, however small, would not be ignored, and that this applies to pupils and teachers alike. Do you consider inaccuracies on CVs submitted to potential employers as infringements of the rules?"

His wording of the question made it very clear where this could be leading, and the slight menace in his voice excited me. I was sure my CV was accurate, but rather hoped he had managed to find fault with it. My mind flashed back to the time I had been sent as a pupil to the headmaster and nervous excitement flooded my body.

"Absolutely, Headmaster."

I was disappointed when he acknowledged my answer with a knowing smile, but did not immediately develop the issue further. My brain was flooded with the tension he had created, and I knew I wanted this man to take control of me and punish me in the way I had so often fantasized. My previous visit to a headmaster, as a pupil had resulted in no inappropriateness on the man's part. The fantasies afterwards however were very inappropriate. The whiskey had given me a lovely warm glow and I was feeling wonderfully relaxed. We did skirt round the whole subject of punishment of pupils until I couldn't resist any longer and asked,

"Do you think I should be punished, Headmaster?"

"I was going to ask you the same question. Do you consider that your behaviour deserves punishment Miss Cass?"

I didn't care whether I deserved punishment, but I was certain that I wanted this man to take total control of me and my body. If that included me being punished, that would be a bonus.

"As you said any bad behaviour should be punished, however small. I know I do not deserve special treatment. Will you punish me very harshly?"

I had started to refer to him as "Headmaster" and not by his name. My voice was meek and childlike. I was living my fantasy. What he said next shocked me out of this excited fantasy.

"I will not punish you today, as you have been drinking. I will punish you if you believe you should be, and come to me suitably dressed. In the corner you will find a school uniform that I believe will fit you perfectly, and will enable me to treat you as a naughty girl. If and when you are ready to be punished come to me in the uniform, I will ensure that when you leave your bottom will be on fire."

With this he sat back and sipped his whiskey while studying my face for a reaction. I tried but failed to keep the smile off my face as I simply said,

"Thank you, Headmaster, but if I get changed right now could.......... "

His smile was friendly but made it quite clear that he had made his mind up and was not expecting to be challenged.

"Have you been spanked or caned before Miss Cass?"

I have no idea why, but I lied,

"No Sir, will it be very painful?"

"In my experience every girl's reaction to the cane is very different. I have a very strong suspicion that you reaction will be rather spectacular. I am rarely wrong on such matters."

This man had read me perfectly. I wanted to be spanked, flogged or caned by a dominant man. Even better still, he could do all three. His requirement for me to be dressed as a schoolgirl was absolutely inspired. The fact that he had already proved he found dominating me very easy, was fantastic. His refusal to take things any further at the time only seemed to confirm his total dominance and my submissiveness.

I suspect I had done a little bit of reading him too. I was gutted that I would have to wait, as I was sitting with a swollen pussy, in very wet panties that I was desperate to take off. Later in my bedroom I was amazed at the state of my pussy, clit and panties.

He had brought the meeting to an end by presenting me with the box, that had a full school uniform in it. He said that he would be delighted to see me model the uniform the following night at seven in the evening if I was feeling "receptive". It was a strange word to use but I was sure I would be feeling "receptive", "very receptive, indeed".

There were so many times before seven o'clock the next evening when my excitement threatened to unhinge me. Twice while peeing it would have taken no more than a breath of air across my erect clit, to make me cum violently. I did however manage to get to 6.30 and putting my uniform on, without having an orgasm. I stood in front of my full-length mirror looking at my naked body. Did I see my sexual arousal or only feel it? My nipples and clit were erect and my pussy wet, as it had seemed to be all day.

Putting the standard issue schoolgirl knickers on, did nothing to improve the view. I searched for a bra, but didn't find one. Was this deliberate, or did he want me to provide my own. As he had said that everything I needed was there, I decided to go braless. I often did this anyway as my small firm boobs feel much better unencumbered. The blouse was slightly tight on me, and my large dark nipples were clearly visible. The extremely boring looking skirt did start to make the total look more interesting. How horrible long white socks further improved things I don't know, but they did. Had I had the option, I would have loved to put a suspender belt and stockings on, but there was no way I was going to challenge his clear instructions. Maybe another day. It struck me what the finishing touch had to be - pigtails. My long blond hair was perfect. Now, it was a schoolgirl looking back at me in the mirror. Somehow all the unpromising elements had come together so that a sexy adult schoolgirl was looking back at me, from the mirror. It was me and it wasn't me, but the reflection in the mirror sexually excited me.

My god, I wanted to spank the me that I did not recognize in the mirror. The finishing touch was make-up. Make-up that, was not strictly staying on theme but, somehow seemed perfect. Surely the Headmaster would not only want to spank, whip or cane me. I certainly was hoping for so much more. I took a photo of myself, looking just as I would look when presenting myself to the headmaster for punishment. The second photo showed me with my hand inside the large panties as I masturbated myself to the very edge of climax. Even the panties now looked sexy.

When I knocked on his door, I hoped that he was at least half as excited as I was. He called for me to come in and looked calm and collected as he looked me up and down. He had not invited me to sit down, so I stood and even turned all the way round when he indicated.

"The uniform suits you Miss Cass. By coming here dressed as you are I will take it as read that you wish to experience being punished, punished like a schoolgirl. If I am wrong you are free to leave and the matter will not be referred to again."

When I made it clear I was going nowhere he said,

"Good. I have decided that I will let you experience a warming up from my hand, to prepare you for a caning. If at any time you say stop, I will do so and you will be free to go. Please open the top two buttons on your blouse before positioning yourself across my knees."

The instruction was simple and clear, but delivered in such a way that I melted across his lap, in total surrender. This was no schoolgirl punishment, we both knew it, but we were both very happy. For me, it was working on two different levels. I was a schoolgirl being punished by the headmaster. I was also a grown woman, loving being controlled by an older man, looking forward to some very adult fun, after experiencing a caning. He flicked up the back of my skirt so that the big thick knickers were fully uncovered.

"I am so pleased you are so excited about the prospect of your punishment; I was certain you would be."

I knew I was very aroused but I was not sure how he knew it. My pussy was oozing, but there was no way this would be soaking through the horrible thick knickers. I decided it was best not to ask how he was so certain. His hand stroked across the whole expanse of my bottom covered by the knickers. It was undemanding, but pleasantly arousing. He tapped a couple of times as if to line the target up. The first strike was not hard, but was hard enough to sting even through the covering. I was delighted that things had actually started, and raised my hips in anticipation of more. The next half dozen were firm and were delivered with very little time between. Even through the knickers the spanking had begun to make my cheeks sting beautifully. When he slid his hand under the waistband, I hoped he would take them off but instead, his hands just caressed my stinging cheeks. I wanted him to reach round and find my pussy or even better my clit, but he simply pulled the thick panties tight up between my legs. My cheeks were now available for him to spank directly. The thick material of the regulation knickers bunched between my pussy lips, particularly around my clit.

Although none of this had happened when I had been punished by the headmaster, years earlier, some of it had crept into the fantasies I had built up over the years. The fantasies had developed wonderfully over time, but the reality of being across this man's knee was so much better.

He spanked me a little firmer now. The noise of his hand exploding on my bare skin was erotic. We got into a rhythm that was purely sexual. As his hand descended, I tensed myself and the panties, which had become bunched up, rubbed against my clit. My hips then pushed upwards to invite the next spank. The only part of my body that he had touched was the cheeks of my arse, but I knew that if this lasted much longer, I might climax in the most extraordinary way. The idea was mind-blowingly exciting, but I wanted so much more. I was so aroused; I was not sure exactly what I did want. Maybe it was a good thing that I was not going to be required to make many decisions.

I have no idea how many times he spanked me, before he caressed my now very warm cheeks. The caresses were gentle, even when he changed from using the pads of his fingers to using his nails. Somehow these felt wonderful. I pushed my hips up desperate for him to explore between my legs, where my clit was screaming for his attention. His laugh was gentle, and not unkind.

"Not yet, young lady. There is plenty of time and I want us both to fully appreciate your wonderful bottom. Let's just turn it from nicely pink to nicely red, before I explore the area that is providing me with the most wonderful aroma."

He had just said that he could smell me. I would have expected to be furious with him, but instead he had managed to say it in such a way that I felt happy, even proud. He was soon spanking me again, and once again it felt like the most wonderful foreplay. We re-established the timing that had the rhythm of making love. My cheeks stung, my bottom welcomed the contact of his hand and my clit worked hard against the rucked-up panties. I was progressing towards an orgasm in exactly the same way as I had so often done with a cock fucking me and my clit stimulated. Although my cheeks were beginning to go from stinging to hurting, I was still gutted when he stopped the spanking.

I was delighted when he eased the big panties down and out from between my legs. They had become buried deep between the lips and were soaked by my arousal. They turned inside out as he pulled them down, until they were just above my knees. I had hoped he would remove them totally. When his hand moved to my cheeks I tried to open my legs wide and was rather frustrated that the knickers restricted me. I pushed my hips up when his fingers slipped between my legs. Two of his fingers explored and I was certain that as soon as he touched my clit I would explode. He didn't reach that far, but coated the two fingers, with the extraordinary wetness they found. Now his fingers found my anus and lubricated the area. I waited for the penetration, but none came.

He teased around my anus with the two lubricated fingers. It was unbelievably erotic. I was desperate for him to penetrate, but every time I pushed my hips up in an attempt to demand it, he simply moved his fingers away. His fingers didn't return, until I had settled back down. This simple act of dominance showed me how totally in charge of me he was. I learned quickly, loving it.

"You seem to have a beautifully sensitive bottom, my dear. Have you enjoyed anal intercourse?"

I had lied about not having been spanked or caned and I lied again. I so wanted to play the schoolgirl for him. I wanted him to want to think he was introducing me to new pleasures. My few experiences of anal intercourse had been of mixed success, but I had a feeling that if this man fucked my bottom, I would love it.

"It can be very special, Miss Cass, very special. Maybe one day, maybe. Until then a little plug might feel nice while you are caned."

He moved me off his lap and stretched me across his desk. He told me to hold the far side and not let go. My knickers were still pulled tight above my knees as he encouraged me to open them as far as they allowed. His fingers did just penetrate my anus, to lubricate my relaxed orifice, before something cold and lubricated starting easing it further open. Just when it started to hurt it suddenly eased much deeper into me.

I had no idea how big the plug was, but I loved how it made me feel full. If at any stage, before this point, I had thought that I might simply be caned and dismissed, like a schoolgirl, this notion was now fully dispelled. No longer did I remember fantasies about my previous meeting with a previous headmaster, this was now real. I loved that I had no control of what happened next. It was real and frighteningly sexually exciting.

"I am going to give you a dozen with the cane. That is a lot for your first caning. The first six will be delivered more lightly than I would usually cane errant schoolgirls. I will give you time to recover after them, before delivering the second half dozen. These will be stingers. They will hurt like hell. You will be totally quiet for the first group, but feel free to scream as much as you wish during the second."

They were not applied hard but still stung badly. As each of the first six landed by bottom tightened and pulled the plug deep into me. It felt a little bit like being gently fucked, in the arse. He put the cane across my back and reached under me, to find my clit, with one hand, while taking hold of the plug with the other. His mouth was right next to my ear as he said,

"I am going to take you right to the edge, before I cane you. You will be able to process the pain so much better, if you are very aroused. I was right about you; you were so ready to be caned."

With this, he touched my clit for the first time. I knew immediately, that if he wanted to bring me to orgasm, I would be helpless to prevent him. When he eased the plug in and out of my bottom, I thought he had misread me totally. I was racing towards a climax, with absolutely no way of slowing this down. Far from misreading me, he had me totally sussed. He kept easing the plug in and out of me, but his fingers on my clit did nothing more than hold it. It was blissful, but left me frustratingly short of the ability to climax. Without consciencely thinking about it, I pleaded with him to bring me the relief my body was screaming for. He eased the plug out, before taking his position to start to cane me again.

"I will deliver these extremely quickly. I expect you to experience real pain, but when I have caned you six times, I intend to make your body experience other forms of extreme sensations."

The first strike knocked every bit of air out of my lungs. The pain was intense, but with no air in my lungs, I was unable to scream. The second felt even harder and now I heard myself screaming. The third struck so quickly I was not ready for it. My fantasy canings had not imagined real pain, but this was real pain that overloaded my defenceless body. Before the remaining three strikes landed, I was sobbing uncontrollably. My mind was so overloaded I didn't ask him to stop, although I am not sure what I did screamed out. I think he completed the half dozen but I completely lost count.

Everything seemed to happen incredibly quickly. His cock pushed hard into me immediately after the cane exploded across me for the last time. I tried to spread my legs wide apart to welcome his cock, but the knickers limited how wide I could get them. I had no idea whether his cock was two inches or twelve inches long, no idea whether he was deep inside me or not.

I hesitate to call it an orgasm, that exploded in me. It was so much more and a completely different experience to anything I had felt before. It was my brain, my mind and my body breaking down at the same moment. There was pain, there was surrender and there was pure bliss. I was sobbing, screaming and spasming, total out of control. I thought I was going to pass out but just managed to retain some awareness as he gripped my hips and fucked me.

"You are so fucking tight, Miss Cass, so tight. That's it cum for me, cum hard on my cock."

Although there was so much more than just the orgasm, it was this that outlasted all the other sensations. I assumed that he had cum inside me as he slipped out of me. I was wrong. At last he did take the schoolgirl knickers off me, kissing my sensitive bottom before turning me round. I was not very happy when he indicated that I should sit back, then lay back on the desk. When I was where and how he wanted me, my caned bottom was free of the edge of the desk. It was only then that I realised his intention.

He had clearly not had an orgasm and his good sized cock was soon demanding to be allowed to penetrate me again. This time however it was my anus and bowels he was wanting to stretch. Time now slowed as his cock was perfectly lined up and his eyes demanded my attention and an answer to the question.

"If you want my cock in your bottom please ask me. It is looking impossibly small and tight, but very ready."

Maybe he had believed me that I was an anal virgin. I was certainly not going to disappoint him by either telling him the truth or refusing him.

"Please be gentle. I am very sore back there, but very ready."

If he was suspicious at how easily my bottom accommodated his cock, he didn't say anything. He was gentle, as I had requested, but was soon stroking in and out of me. I was happy to bear down onto his cock to ensure I received every inch of him. His supporting my hips required him to hold my caned cheeks.

"Please unbutton your blouse and show me your beautiful breasts. That's it play with your wonderful nipples."

I love playing with my large dark nipples and having an appreciative audience was lovely. I wanted to please this man and he gave me the perfect platform when he quietly said,

"Now, Miss Cass, masturbate for me. Show me your excitement. My cock is going to fuck your arse until you masturbate yourself to another orgasm."

As soon as my fingers found my clit, I realised that having a second climax might well be easier to achieve than I would have expected. Even though my clit had barely been touched, or maybe because it had barely been touched, it was feeling very responsive. I laid back, closed my eyes and masturbated happily.

It was a gradual climb towards orgasm. When it was getting close, I opened my eyes and said,

"Headmaster, do I have your permission to climax, while you fuck my bottom?"

"Do you think that naughty girls should be rewarded for their misdemeanours, Miss Cass?"

"Absolutely headmaster. But girls who tell the whole truth in their CVs don't deserve to be punished, do they? In fact they deserve to be rewarded, for taking a punishment they have not earned. I am now going to take the reward that I thoroughly deserve and I am going to take it now."

The orgasm that hit me was surprisingly normal considering I had his dick up my arse. It was powerful, radiating out from my clit and causing my empty pussy to contract time and time again. It was lovely and it triggered him to empty his balls deep in my bowels.

I considered myself totally finished but he persuaded me to let him go down on me. My clit was super sensitive, but he refused to take no for an answer. It was minutes before I started to be delighted with my capitulation. I enjoyed either two or three orgasms or the longest of my life as he used his lips, tongue and teeth to keep me cumming for minutes on end.

It had been a wonderful experience. We had three more sessions together, always with a schoolgirl theme and spanking, whipping and caning featuring. If there were two factors that stood out, they were his magnetism and natural dominance and his ability to force me to orgasm endlessly. This he did by refusing to stop even when I had climaxed hard and thought I was satisfied and too sensitive to carry on.

Brief reflections about the 23-year-old me.

This brings me, finally to the story that I set out to tell in the first place. The stories above are important to understanding the 23-year-old me that features in my final story. I had enjoyed lots of sex, much of it really great, but the stories above had made me realise that; in the right situation I enjoyed being totally dominated by the right male or males and could experience the most wonderful multiple orgasms. I didn't realise just how much until The party.

The party (aged 23)

The summer after my year working at the all-boys' school, I was at a bit of a loose end. I was looking for a job and wanting to take a well-earned rest. During the last term I had had to work closely with the group of prefects. These boys held almost as much power over the other pupils as the teachers did. Particularly the junior teachers like me. Generally, they were the boys from privileged backgrounds, and didn't they know it. On a couple of occasions they threatened my authority and were very annoyed when the headmaster sided with me. He did however warn me to be careful with them, as he might not always be able to protect me from them. This seemed odd, but I did suspect that the Head boy in particular did have some sort of hold over him.

Two weeks into the summer holidays I was drinking in my local pub when a group of the prefects, including the ex-head boy, arrived in high spirits. They welcomed me like a long-lost friend. Alex, who was clearly their leader, announced that I was going to be the guest of honour at his 18th birthday party, the next day. I didn't accept, but backed off from immediately challenging him.

He took this as not only accepting his invitation, but also permission to be rather over friendly with me. Alex was an imposing figure and demanded the respect of his group of friends. I had been wary of him as a head boy, but was now nervous of him as an equal. I was not sure I liked this boy, but I was attracted to his charisma and dominant character. I didn't fight him, as he seemed to delight in suggesting to everyone in the bar that we were in some way together. By the end of the evening and after a few drinks, I accepted that I would be at the party the next evening.

The next day, I wondered why I had accepted the invitation, but decided to attend. I would turn up, say hello, and make my excuses and leave. I knew Alex was from a monied background, but when my taxi drove up the drive, I understood just how monied.

I had expected the party to be huge but, when I was shown in by a man who was clearly not a guest, there were only a dozen or so people. Alex dismissed the man who had shown me in, saying that all the staff could take the evening off. He then presented me to the other guests.

"This is Miss Cass, but now we can call her Sandy. As Miss Cass she made my job as head boy much more difficult. She, as some of you know, had a very special relationship with the headmaster. Sandy why don't you tell our guests about you and Mr. Brent."

I was faced by a suddenly very interested audience of young boys and girls. I recognised all of the boys, but none of the four or five girls. His question had completely thrown me and I turned bright red and stammered a reply.

"There is nothing to tell. Mr. Brent was the headmaster and I enjoyed working for him. What are you suggesting?"

"I am doing much more than just suggesting. Mr. Brent was very forthcoming about you Sandy. Particularly forthcoming about a certain part of your, I must say, rather gorgeous body. He said that you loved to be spanked, whipped and caned. Are you suggesting that Mr. Brent is a liar?"

He had totally blindsided me. Maybe I should have simply lied, but my mind wasn't thinking clearly, as I stammered again.

"No, no of course not....... I didn't..... I didn't..... well he did have to discipline me, once or twice, but......"

"Well, I am much more inclined to believe Mr. Brent's very clear and detailed account of his disciplining you. You seem to be rather confused about it. Maybe you can recall whether you became sexually aroused when the disciplining took place."

I didn't even manage to stammer a response to this. It was clear, that Mr. Brent had shared our most intimate moments, with the son of the school's main sponsor. I am not sure why I didn't simply run, but my legs refused to move at all. Alex had me right where he clearly wanted me, and he was not going to back away.

"There is a simple way to confirm what our greatly respected headmaster said. I will give you a very sporting chance to disprove what he said about your sexual responses. If you prove what I have said is wrong, I will make a donation to the charity of your choice, a donation equal to your salary for the year. That is very generous, isn't it?"

I was in such a turmoil that I said,

"That is very generous."

I had absolutely no intention of accepting the challenge he had thrown out. I had simply agreed that a donation equal to my salary was indeed generous."

This subtlety was completely lost on Alex, or at least that was how he reacted.

"I am so pleased that you have agreed to my little challenge. I have wanted to spank your perfect bottom since the first time I saw it. I am feeling very generous at this moment. As much as I would love to feel your cheeks directly as I spank them, you may keep your panties on, at least for the moment."

As a reader you may now understand why I have recalled certain previous events. When I look back on this party, I realise I was hit by the perfect storm. A charismatic, dominant male was giving the orders, I had an audience that only intensified the situation, I was anticipating being at least spanked and everybody could see I had absolutely no choice.

My body had raced through levels of arousal that usually took minutes to arrive, long before I was helplessly draped across his knees. He had pulled up a chair into the middle of the room and sat on it, with a huge smile on his face. I had lost the challenge and he had not even touched me.

When he did touch me, it was like he had just plugged me into mains electricity. I wanted to scream for him to get on with spanking me, but he wanted to prove his total dominance, before he did. I was disgusted with myself, as the moment he put one hand on my leg, just above the knee my legs fell apart. He slid it slowly up my leg, going under my short skirt when he got close to my panties. I tried very hard not to open my legs wider or indicate in any way what I was feeling. This boy, a boy I was now sure I didn't even like, was in total control of me. My heart was racing, I was struggling to breath normally, my mouth was dry and my pussy was wet. I prayed that he would not ask me whether I wanted him to stop, because I am sure I would have begged him not to.

When his hand did find my panties, I knew just how wet my pussy had become. He also would have felt the heat and how wet my thin panties had become. He caressed my pussy for a few seconds before flicking my skirt up my back to show the audience my knicker covered bottom.

"Oh Sandy, my dear, I do love a challenge but I am afraid you have proved a great disappointment as far as that is concerned. Would any of you girls like to just certify that Sandy has lost the challenge, already, in the most spectacular style."

Two girls volunteered to confirm his finding. One took great pleasure in announcing,

"She is leaking like a faulty tap, but her odour is rich and exciting."

"Just to prove that I am a generous winner I will still make a donation to the charity of your choice. You have agreed to entertain me and my guests and I will ask them at the end of the evening how much they value your efforts. Now, I am ready to spank your beautiful bottom. I will not spank it hard, as I know others are keen to add their own contribution."

He was good to his word and even after a dozen spanks my bottom was no more than nicely warmed. He removed my panties and brought them close to my nose before saying,

"Would you agree, that your odour is rich and exciting?"

I did not answer and he threw the panties to one of the boys, who seemed delighted to have them. He drew in a long breath before saying,

"I have dreamt about how you smelled Miss Cass. I am delighted to confirm that the pungent smell is indeed rich and exciting."

This caused a huge amount of laughter, adding greatly to my embarrassment, but also my excitement.

"I am now going to give add another dozen spanks to Miss Cass's bottom, before I offer it to the highest bidder. Maybe the charity of her choice will do better given she has failed the challenge, than if she had won it."

By the time he had completed another dozen, all I wanted was for him throw me to the floor and fuck me. I didn't carry that everyone was watching, I was absolutely on fire. Alex then said he would accept bids from anyone to be allowed to spank me next. Bill offered the most but insisted that I needed to be completely naked. There became a childish chant of, "get them off."

When Alex stood me up, one of the girls approached me and started unbuttoning my top. It was soon discarded and after initially covering my boobs with my hands, I reluctantly dropped them by my side. My dark nipples were erect and even to me appeared large sitting proud of my small firm breasts. The girl who had stripped me said, "Beautiful" and went and sat down.

Bill did not start the spanking as soon as I was across his knees. He explored my warm cheeks before delving between my legs. He tutted when I gasped, when his fingers briefly found my clit. He did pause half way through the dozen to explore my pussy again. By now I was beside myself with, embarrassment, humiliation and sexual arousal.

Again, Alex asked for bids from the floor. One of the girls, who I later found out was called Zenna or Zelda, said she would make a donation if she was allowed to whip my breasts. This seemed to meet with universal agreement. The boy, that she appeared to be with, said that he would double the donation if he could whip my arse, as he put it, at the same time.

I had no idea how this was going to work, but was positioned in the middle of the room with my hands on my head. Alex provided a choice of whips to the couple. I pushed my chest out, in an act of defiance. The lightweight whip struck with surprising force, painfully grazing one of my erect nipples. His whip landed on my bottom within a second. They worked as a pair, with her alternating between each of my boobs. After about a dozen I noticed him move position. He told me to spread my legs wide and, when his whip next landed, it was with an upward movement striking my pussy more than my bottom. It stung, but not as much as the next one that struck my clit as well as my pussy.

I shrieked as my clit exploded in pain. The girl in front of me took hold of both of my nipples, rolled them firmly and put her mouth to my ear.

"He is going to whip your pussy, while I punish your nipples. If you are the slut, I think you are, you might just cum for us."

I had been unbelievably aroused, but had not considered the possibility of having an orgasm. The suggestion that I might, put the thought foremost in my mind, and I started to question whether I would. Her rolling of my nipples now became demanding, painful but delightfully exciting. The whip landing on my pussy and clit stung badly and it felt like my clit might burst. I think it was at the instruction of the girl that he stopped whipping me.

"Miss Cass is clearly enjoying this far too much. We are both loving it too. I think it is time for someone else to take over the punishment."

This immediately got a response from someone behind me.

"I am willing to give a very nice contribution to charity to be allowed to cane Miss Cass. It was Miss Cass who earned me a caning from the headmaster. I wish to return the compliment. However, I wish to enlist the help of my girlfriend Jane. If what we heard from Mr. Brent is accurate Miss Cass gets extremely aroused when being caned. I would like to test a theory out, right now. Have you ever been caned while being fucked Miss Cass?"

My initial reaction was total outrage. I guessed who the boy was, from his story and his voice. I protested at such an outrageous question, saying that of course I hadn't. Even as I protested in dawned on me. My need to orgasm was nearly all encompassing and I positively wanted to be caned in front of this excited audience. The thought of possibly being able to enjoy both, with the rather hunky Charlie, shocked me to the core. It also excited me to my very core.

I couldn't just appear to give in and agree. I didn't exactly have many cards to play, but I played the only one I could think of.

"You haven't got the balls to do it in front of your friends, and I am certainly not prepared to risk what you might do to me, in private."

This comment provoked a response from another guest, who kind of chanted,

"Do it, do it, do it."

It was picked up by others, and very quickly it seemed like most of the people in the room were chanting it. It was at this point, that the reality of what I had, in many ways, agreed to, struck me. It was Alex who took control of things in a rather surprising way, when he quietened the chanting and said,

"I think Miss Cass has challenged Charlie, and I for one would love to see him rise to the challenge. I think that anyone wishing to join me in watching the caning should be prepared to make a suitable donation."

There were numbers shouted out, many of them very large. It seemed like Alex was extracting large donations out of his friends. I was being pimped out by an ex-pupil, but there was a little bit of me that was proud of the money I was raising for charity.

While this was going on, the girl in front of me had carried on whipping my nipples and after the pussy whipping had stopped, she played briefly with my swollen clit. She teased me by getting me very close to orgasm, before concentrating on my nipples again. Before she moved away, she whispered in my ear,

"You are so ready to be fucked, aren't you? I am almost jealous of you."

Charlie had rose to the challenge, in more ways than one. He was completely naked, lying on his back with his, no more than adequate, cock looking very erect. I took one last look around the room as I lowered myself onto it. Small or not, it felt lovely to have a cock penetrate my very ready pussy. Even without any direct contact, my clit responded.

I had not registered who Charlie's girlfriend was until she was beside me, with a huge smile on her face, as she said,

"I have always wanted to cane a females bottom. I intend to enjoy this, every bit as much as Charlie. You, Miss Cass I expect to suffer real pain. I am however, nothing if I am not sporting. I will deliver a dozen with the cane, but I will give you plenty of time between each to appreciate being fucked. Now, I need you to present your bottom. Please lay forward so that I have full access to my target. I have to admit, a very shapely target."

It might have been a good position to offer a target for the cane, but it was not ideal for me to make the use of Charlie's cock. He locked my legs open, using his legs and this made it even more difficult for me to move, as I had hoped. It did still feel wonderful and even with the limited movement I did manage to find something for my needy clit to rub on.

My need to be fucked, to be stimulated even more, was all consuming. All I wanted right then was to fuck and be fucked to orgasm. I didn't care that I was being watched, or was it that I was loving being watched, I wasn't sure. Charlie and I managed to find a rhythm that quickly had me right on the edge of exploding. There was an explosion but this was the cane landing across my cheeks. Immediately, a new rhythm took over, as my bottom went into spasms in an attempt to reduce the excruciating pain.

I was there in the room, a room full of people, watching me being caned with my pussy full of cock. Somehow, I was also able to watch this me, as she was caned and we fucked. It was like being in two different worlds at the same time. The pain was intense, the arousal was intense, but somehow my mind was able to cope with everything. My senses were magnified, I felt everything, I sensed everything but there was no one reality.

Somehow Charlie reestablished our earlier rhythm and all that mattered was that I was being fucked. His small cock now felt huge and seemed to be caressing my clit with every stroke. I was aware that I was making a lot of noise and some of it was speech, but I had no idea what I was saying. The cane exploded again but I was not sure whether this was the second or third time. The pain was extreme, but some part of my brain, not all, welcomed it. I had no idea who was now fucking who, but we were fucking. The room was full of noise, not all of it made by me.

The next minutes were a total blur. More caning, more fucking, more intense pleasure. At some point I heard counting. The first number that got through the fog of my mind, was nine. Every part of me was hurting, every part of me was aroused. When I heard ten the realities somehow merged and my whole body exploded without the cane landing. I had heard of 'all body orgasms' but this was not only all body, but also, all mind. It might have last five seconds or five minutes. I suspect it was not very long as I am certain my heart would not have survived minutes. I think the cane may have landed during this time but I am not sure.

The next thing I was truly conscious of, was lying on my back with someone licking my clit. This was nearly as painful as the cane landing. When I opened my eyes, all I could see was a pussy a few inches from my face. It was a female licking me, and from the state of her pussy she was loving it. I was fully back into one painful reality. I screamed for her to stop, but her reaction was to lower herself onto my mouth. She only released my clit for long enough to growl,

"Lick me and lick me good otherwise I will piss all over you."

I was not in a position to argue, reluctantly doing what she said. Her authority had struck a chord with me and when her mouth found my pussy and clit again, the pain was mixed with pleasure. I was surprised when she raised herself off my mouth. Well more accurately, when male hands raised her hips up. I was treated to seeing a pussy penetrated from very close up, for the first time. The cock seemed huge as it opened up her swollen, wet pussy. It was soon fucking her vigorously, and from her reaction, very skilfully.

The pain and pleasure my clit were now feeling were indistinguishable from each other. The cock above me didn't last long, before it became obvious that it was going to ejaculate. It was this strange spectacle that triggered me to orgasm without any warning. The female gripped me tight and didn't let go until my clit had provided me with a very focused but strong climax.

I didn't put up any resistance as she rolled away from me and a cock demanded to enter my pussy. I recognised its owner as one of the prefects and made no attempt to stop him. I wasn't sure whether I even wanted to. The fucking was unspectacular but just before he emptied himself into me, or rather the condom, I did begin to feel stirring of real aroused again.

The atmosphere had changed and it was obvious that many in the room considered me 'fair game', to do as they wanted with me. It was another of the females who said to me,

"I have always wanted to watch Jeremy fuck another woman. He loves to fuck from behind. Would you please give us both the pleasure."

I didn't know how to react to this very strange request. She had asked so politely and almost apologetically. I looked back her in amazement before she added,

"If you would like me to do anything for you, as he fucks you, I would be happy to help."

I couldn't help but laugh at this, but found myself agreeing to entertain her and the rest of the room. I was positioned on my knees, before there was a gasp from many of the interested audience. She was beside me and with an apologetic voice said,

"Oh, I probably should have mentioned that Jeremy is, well he is rather large. Let me know if you find him too big."

I was not sure whether she was trying to be funny or not, but she was certainly succeeding in making me and half of the audience laugh. She was right to warn me as his cock stretched me like I had never been stretched before. She saw my reaction and said,

"Let me find some lube, to make it a little bit more comfortable."

The second time was a little easier. I was feeling totally full when I was certain that he was less than half way into my pussy. Even with the copious amounts of lube, my clit was being pushed into my pussy each time he thrust deeper into me. Every movement both in and out felt like my, swollen, sensitive, clit was being stroked firmly.

The girlfriend now lay down next to me and enquired whether I was okay. She said that it looked like I was enjoying his cock, and that she was delighted that I was. Having answered her own question it was a relief to me that I didn't need to. It would have been a bit embarrassing to admit just how good it was beginning to feel. Almost idly she reached for my dangling breasts. Well, being the size they are they don't do much dangling, but my nipples loved her touches that were gentle caresses.

Jeremy was clearly used to stretching pussies, to their absolute limits. He was easing himself deeper and deeper with each stroke, but was sensitive to my body's reactions. She was whispering encouragement to me as she teased my granite-like nipples. Very quickly only three of us existed in my world. His strokes now seemed to be impossibly long, each one playing havoc with my clit.

He fucked me in the simplest of ways. I would have been happy for him to fuck me harder and quicker than he did, but I knew how this was going to end and I didn't want it to happen too quickly. She was reading me perfectly. She cranked everything up a notch when she said,

"I think when he gives you the last inch or two you will know what it is really like, to experience an orgasm, while being fucked by a big cock. I can't wait to see someone else experience it, but just hold back a little longer. Jeremy, be a love, and give her the whole works."

His prick found even greater depths and places deep in me were visited for the first time. She stepped up her nipple massage with one hand, and offered my mouth two fingers from the other. It felt totally natural to suck the fingers into my mouth. It was the words of this gorgeous eighteen-year-old girl, that finally completed my undoing.

"There's a good girl. Cum for Pammy, cum hard on Jeremy's huge cock."

My orgasm was immediate as I pushed back hard against his thrusting cock. My helpless body spasmed time and time again. Pammy talked me through my climax, encouraging and congratulating me until I finally stopped sucking her fingers. Even as he pulled his softening cock out of me, it felt huge. It was at that moment that I was aware that there was a ripple of applause.

I had enjoyed three very different orgasms and had arrived in a state that my body was not unhappy to be further aroused, but was not craving it. I was exhausted and collapsed onto my back. At some point someone lifted me onto the bed. Over the next hour or more I was fingered, licked, spanked lightly and fucked by numerous people. Nearly all of what happened was enjoyable, but even when it wasn't I didn't complain. For a long time I just rolled from one gentle orgasm through to another, or maybe just enjoyed one never ending one with no real peaks and troughs. That was until I was aware of Alex taking charge of proceedings, me in particular, by announcing that,

"I think Miss Cass has been very generous tonight. She has raised lots of money for charity and thoroughly entertained us all, well many of us anyway. I am now going to take Sandy upstairs to bed. Please feel free to entertain yourselves."

With this he escorted me to his bedroom. I didn't resist in any way, as I was too exhausted and I still found his assertive, dominant manner irresistible. The evening held one last dramatic surprise for me.

"I have always found your bottom totally alluring. To make my evening end perfectly, I am going to fuck it. If it hurts at any point, please tell me and I will slow down."

He hadn't even considered me saying no. In fairness to him, I never did say no. I was surprised as he laid me on my back with my knees bent and laid on his side largely at 90 degrees to me. His lubricated cock felt huge as it pushed threw my surprisingly relaxed sphincter. He played with my overworked clit, as he very gradually eased himself deeper and deeper. He talked to me, encouraging me to enjoy what he was doing as much as he was. Without thinking my hands found my breasts and lightly caressed my nipples. I was surprised how, when he was fully buried, his thrusting remained gentle, as if he was focused on playing with my clit.

"You are the most amazing woman, Miss Cass. I didn't know that any woman could orgasm like you did this evening. I am sure you have just one more in there for me. I didn't know how wonderful anal sex could be. I am in no hurry to cum but am sure that when you do, I will find it hard to resist."

"Fuck me harder, as deep as you can, and keep rubbing me. That's it rub me harder, you may just be right."

I felt no pain, as he fucked me harder and his fingers, as I was demanding, rubbed me hard and fast. I thought that I was not going to cum again, when I got very close and nothing happened. I told him,

"Don't hold back. Empty your balls into my bowels."

He did become more urgent, and without any warning I was exploding in a violent climax. It was so violent, that seconds into it, I felt myself drifting out of consciousness, as the spasms hit my exhausted body. I could have only been out very briefly, as I was still enjoying aftershocks when I became aware of my surroundings again.

I was asleep within minutes, not waking until late morning. I was in bed alone and it took me a minute to recall where I was and what had happened the night before. I was pleased that it was only Alex in the kitchen when I went downstairs. His greeting was warm and confident.

"Hello, sleepyhead. How are you feeling this morning? I hope you enjoyed yourself last night. You raised twice your years' salary for charity and made a lot of people very happy. You should be proud."

Proud was not the first emotion that I was feeling. He was easing my embarrassment and I could not stop myself feeling a strange satisfaction. The sex had been truly extraordinary.

And me now

It has been cathartic writing down my memories. It is my thirtieth birthday next month and I am planning a party. I would love to be able to enjoy a party like Alex's eighteenth, but know that that was a one-off, that could never be repeated. It was in a different lifetime, one where I was a different me.

My closest friend shocked me only last week, asking me if I wanted to go on a weekend break with her and her husband. It was at an exclusive hotel in the middle of nowhere. They had gone a year ago. The whole weekend had been an excuse for a nonstop orgy. Returning guests were encouraged to bring friends with them, particularly single females. She said she was sure I would love it. I have not got back to her. Part of me loves the idea. Part of me realises that I would be looking to repeat the unrepeatable. The last part of me thinks, that at thirty years old, I should accept that those days are over for me.

The orgasm I have just had, while thinking about the possible weekend, has made my mind up. Thirty, or not, I am going to go and I am going to...