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(FF, spank, huml, voy, ws) *** 2. The Testing The reader will recall that, to save Lilli a long bus journey, I had arranged to meet her in a country lane quite near to the school. You could be sure that I left in plenty of time and, naturally, arrived well before time. Not that I minded: the view in the crisp autumn afternoon was very relaxing, an ideal place to consider my date. I let my imagination recall our first meeting, flitting from scene to scene, the sight of her pissing, the feel of her shit cascading down into my rubber knickers, and that hungry look on her face as she fondled my shit in them. I remembered what she had said about finding another scat fan. That was true: in the twenty-odd years of my searching, I had found about twenty to twenty-five contacts – individuals and couples or groups – of which maybe a dozen kept in touch. I was making plans for bonding this girl to me, a unique opportunity not to be wasted. So, in the warm car, I loosened my coat and drew the hem of my skirt up to my waist, and caressed myself as dreamed. And, yes, I was wearing black rubber knicks. I must have closed my eyes for a moment – or several – 'cos when I opened them I realised that someone was watching me. Standing at my passenger window was Lilli, her coat opened and drawn back, her denim mini drawn up, busily fondling her own sex through the rubber panties I had given her. I pressed the window switch and clicked the door locks shut. 'Keep going!' I urged, redoubling my own efforts. 'Yes!' she gasped 'You can't get in until you climax.' 'Yes!' she moaned, licking the saliva from her lips, 'I'm nearly there.' She made a wonderful sight. At first she was facing the car, legs apart, and both hands busy between her thighs. I could hear the squelch of her sex juices and the squeaking of her hands on the rubber. When she announced that she was about to come, she turned sideways on and one hand transferred itself from her crotch to her ass, forcing a rubber-clad finger into her own asshole. I was gasping and grunting as a wild orgasm coursed through my body: Lilli had turned again and I could see her fingers digging into the cunt as she joined me, her eyes fixed on my body and making loud mewls of pleasure as the spit dribbled down her chin. Then I unlocked the doors. Lilli rolled into the car and straight into a wild embrace, pinning me against the seat as her mouth devoured mine and one hand forced its way past mine to feel my sex. Only threat of an unplanned suffocation made us stop. Lilli slid back into the passenger's seat, still panting from her orgasm and the kiss but with a happy grin on her face. 'Afternoon,' she said in greeting. 'Afternoon?' I laughed. 'Is that the best you've got to say? Creeping up on an innocent lady amusing herself in the sunshine? Taking in the views?' 'Some view!' Lilli retorted. 'What were you thinking about with your eyes shut?' 'You. If fact, I haven't thought about much else since our last meeting.' 'Me neither.' She giggled. 'I seem to have spent most of the time looking for places to stop off and sneak a quick tickle.' She pulled a rucksack into the car and closed the door. 'What you got there?' I asked. 'Change of clothes, some items that might interest you...and my Journal.' 'Journal?' 'Yeah, all my wicked secrets, things that I've done, things that I'd like to do.' She shrugged. 'I'm afraid that there's far more in the latter category.' 'We'll see what we can do about that. Can I see it? Now?' I might have just had a powerful orgasm but Lilli was fascinating me, as was the thought of seeing her Journal. 'Not until I've delivered my surprise for you.' 'Alright, but why don't we take a break? I've got a flask of coffee in the back, and this is as nice a place as any.' I reached for the flask. 'Then there's a little job we've got to do and we'll go back to my place. After that, dinner and then we can learn a bit more about each other.' I poured the drinks and placed Lilli's in the cup holder. 'How long can you spend, by the way? Back by midnight?' 'All will be revealed,' Lilli whispered conspiratorially. 'Can I smoke?' I nodded, reaching for my roll-up tin. 'Want one of mine?' I offered, extending a joint. Lilli's eyes widened. 'Is that what I think it is? A reefer?' 'Yep. Come in contact with 'em before?' 'A couple of times, in the dorm, but there were lots of people for a little bit of charge, so I only got a couple of pulls.' She took a sip of her coffee. 'The second time was better, though. There were only four of us and we shared the laughing and the fun. That was good, but the fantasies I dreamed up when I went to bed were phenomenal. I haven't tried it since. Were those fantasies just the results of a good evening, or was the charge responsible?' Another sip of coffee. 'I drew some of the ideas in my journal,' she added. Which made me itch to see this journal. I considered my reply. 'Yes,' I mused, 'I suppose it could be the dope.' I smiled. 'Why do you call it “charge”? I haven't heard that name in years! Anyway, there are much more stimulating illegal substances around, but dope relaxes you...and does away with your inhibitions. Going to have one?' 'Why not?' Lilli reached and took one, examining it with interest. 'Anything that'll make me perform better for my Mistress. Have I got the right end in my mouth?' I nodded and, after a warning about drawing gently, offered her a light. She didn't heed my warning – who does? – and there were a frantic few moments as Lilli's vital functions were restored. Both spliffs were well packed and it crossed my mind that the girl's reaction to so large a hit would prove interesting. All the hassle had taken us out of the car and we rested our butts on the wing while we sipped the rest of our coffees. Lilli, I noticed, didn't return the spliff, although she treated it with greater respect. For a few moments we just viewed the autumn sunset, comfortable in each other's company. I lit a spliff for myself. 'Why did you call me “Mistress”?' I asked casually. 'Cos you're more experienced than me, perhaps, or because you're older...and deserving of respect.' She smiled cheekily. 'Or perhaps it's 'cos I'm always on the receiving end in my fantasies and stories.' Another pause. 'I'm not afraid of pain. Sometimes I slap my nipples hard with a plastic ruler...and that's enough to bring me off, sometimes. I reckon pain's a part of pleasure, or when you mix them the whole is more than the parts, so to speak. It is for me, anyway.' I was struck by the maturity in one so young and inexperienced. Her hand, next to mine on the wing, wriggled its way under mine. 'Finally, I want to serve you and learn everything that I can from you. I may never meet another person like you in my life and I want to treasure every minute of it.' Another little pause, and then a hesitant little 'That's if I'm acceptable, of course.' I had no doubts about that. In fact, my thoughts were given to keeping Lilli close. I wasn't worried about her inexperience: I and my friends would take care of that. 'What do you think about atmosphere?' I asked, emphasising the final word. This obviously confused Lilli, not that she wasn't already drifting as the dope took her. 'Atmosphere,' she mused. 'I'm not sure what you mean.' 'When you're writing a story and making an entry in your journal, how would you describe pooping your pants?' 'Oh, I see what you mean. I wouldn't just report that I'd messed myself: there would have to be reasons for it, and consequences. Yes. Atmosphere is a good description. I'm all for it. Like, you shouldn't tell me what's in store for me – punishment or humiliation or anything else – and I expect I'll provide you with lots of reasons to deal with me.' She gave me a shy smile. 'Was that the correct answer?' 'Perfect!' I replied. 'But the roles have to change. I like to give and take, and I expect you'll be my mistress. Sometimes. I wouldn't expect to know your plans either. Now, how long can you stay?' Lilli gave a cheerful grin. 'More to the point, how long does my welcome last?' 'How 'bout the next ten years?' Laughing then as the dope took me. 'Just imagine what we could do together!' A dreamy look filled Lilli's eyes and then she, too, burst out laughing. 'What a combination!' she exclaimed. 'The perfect fantasy! Ten years we'd have to talk about, but I don't have to be back until Monday morning. I did a deal with a friend of mine. She owed me a big favour, see, and she took weekends off – supposedly looking after an old girl in the town – but, with the woman's agreement, spent it with her boyfriend. Now she's had a bust-up with him and she's taken my place for the weekend. How about that?' 'Suits me fine.' I replied. 'Call it a test, just to see if we're a match though I'm sure that we will. Fancy a walk to that copse on the hill? It's only half a mile away, and that's where the something is we've got to collect. And off we went, Lilli still with her hand in mine, jabbering about her stories and her dreams. I listened, amazed at my fortune in meeting her, feeling tingles of anticipation run along my back. Once we reached the corpse and worked our way into it, I told her that she was to look around for a suitable stick or thin branch while I did the same. I didn't need to tell her what it was for, that was clear, and we wandered into the undergrowth. Perhaps my search took me longer, but when I arrived back at our starting point I found Lilli already there with not one but three sticks. She was sitting on a dead branch and, since I approached her from behind, she wasn't aware that I was there and I watched her flexing each sapling in turn, flexing it and making it whistle through the air. 'Very commendable,' I said, 'But why three?' That made her jump, and as I walked around to face her, one of her hands was busy between her thighs. I grinned at her obvious embarrassment. 'Seems I can't leave you alone for a minute before you're back to you wicked ways. Why three?' 'S'truth, you made me jump!' She exclaimed, not making any effort to adjust her clothes. The cannabis was having a powerful effect. 'Three? Well. I guessed that you'll be using one of these to warm my bottom, so I brought you a selection.' 'Thoughtful of you,' I replied dryly. 'Actually, your collection is for use on my bottom.' I held out several saplings of my own and sat down beside her. 'These are for use on you. Like I said, it's a test so we can try each other out, That means giving and taking. You into that?' 'Everything?' 'Everything...till you call a halt.' 'And suppose it's you who calls “Hold, enough!”?' 'That'll be the day. Anyway, let's try them out. Over the branch with you, young lady, and get your rubbers off, too.' 'Uh...?' The branch was thick and rested on the other side of a slight dip. Lilli examined it, saw its obvious use as a saw horse, and peeled her knickers down her legs. Sensible girl that she was, she laid them carefully on the branch with the slippery gusset uppermost. I did the same, laying mine beside hers, and motioned her to take her place. She took a look at both sides and chose the side that would present her bottom best for my attentions. Once she had settled herself I drew two pairs of shiny metal handcuffs from my shoulder bag, and before she realised what was happening I had fixed her right wrist to her left ankle. Nor did she say anything when the other cuffs were in place. So she was stoned, but the expression on her face was pure excitement. 'I've got four sticks,' I said, 'And you'll get five cuts of each. As I give you each cut you must nod your head for the next. Each stick will be applied harder. Remember, you're going to get your go when I've finished. Pay-back time.' 'What happens if I scream?' she asked. 'I don't think anyone would hear you,' I replied, 'But I've taken care of that, and a blindfold.' 'Wow! You think of everything, don't you?' She giggled. 'Alright to have the odd climax?' I picked up my rubber knickers and folded them to that all my sex juices were on the outside, just right to titillate Lilli's taste buds. I didn't have to order her to open her mouth: it was already open, wide. 'As many as you like, my dear,' I said, 'But we won't hear then, will we.' I stuffed the knickers into her mouth and, after another little dip into my bag, used a broad dogs' collar to hold them in place. She chewed on them like they were a favourite sweet. Then I held out a hood, a white one, and watched her eyes widen in curiosity. 'The legs from a pair of directoire knickers,' I explained, 'Cut off at the gusset and stitched together. The pair make one hood and the elasticated legs are stitched together to fit over your head...so!' and I drew the hood over her head and eased the elastic around her neck. I saw that she was shivering. 'Too much?' I asked but she shook her head furiously to deny the fact. I walked to Lilli's rear – in both senses of the word – wondering which sapling I should use first, and how hard. I used one of the sticks to lift the hem of her skirt, watching the cold air goose-pimple her quite lovely ass, letting my hand caress her cheeks. As I touched her she jumped, her hooded head swinging from side to side as she tried to sense what was happening. I laid the two sticks across her back so that she could feel their presence, and then used both hands to caress her further, interspersed with gentle slaps and pinches. She felt delicious to my touch and I couldn't help reaching down further until my fingers danced on her swollen cunt lips. God, but she was wet! I lifted one of the saplings and made it whistle through the air. Lilli went rigid in anticipation of the blow and then seemed to slump as no blow followed. Then, when she wasn't expecting it, I brought it down on her ass. I was not gentle, and her body jerked with the unexpected pain of the cut. I heard her moan into her gag, but as her body relaxed, her head was already nodding for the next. It was an amazing experience. Lilli danced and squirmed with each stroke – moaned, even, and sometimes the gag wasn't sufficient to contain a cry of pain - as I worked through my selection of saplings. But after each cut she thrust her ass out as though she were begging for the next. Which she was. And all the while I could see another movement in her body that had nothing to do with her pain... or perhaps it was everything to do with the pain. Lilli was building up to an involuntary climax. After the ninth stroke I stopped, when I judged she was starting to climax. I didn't say anything: there was already a mutuality binding us. Her thighs and buttocks tensed and relaxed and I watched fascinated as the tip of her clitoris jutted out from her swollen labia. I couldn't resist drawing the tip of the stick in my hand across that quivering tip and Lilli went into overdrive. She didn't need any further help, and I was gobsmacked to see the dark red lips of her cunt pushing her labia apart. It really looked as though it was beckoning me. Lilli was crying out as the orgasm hit her, some of which escaped through her gag. Then her pussy was moving of its own accord, opening and closing as it pumped her sex juices onto her slit until there was sufficient to bathe the inside of her thighs. Her whole body spasmed in climax and then she collapsed onto the branch, trembling with orgiastic delight. Even then, within a minute or so, she was nodding her head for the next stroke. She wasn't the first person that had been my victim on that fallen branch: she was certainly the one with the most panache. I hadn't been kind, either. Discipline didn't give consideration to the victim: Lilli's bum was already a bright scarlet. Stroke followed stroke, measured, and never a word from me until the eighteenth had landed. Then I saw her body change its movements as another orgasm approached. I had been mauling my breasts and pinching my nipples, fingering my cunt and wanking my clit while Lilli took her thrashing. I wanted to share this orgasm with her. 'Hold it!' I moaned, 'Wait for me!' Lilli nodded once for that and then, after a brief pause, nodded again for number nineteen. My final rod was the thinnest of the four that I had selected, the whippiest, and I applied it with some force. During the last two cuts Lilli was screaming into the gag – quite audibly – and her hips squirmed and writhed with her incipient climax. As soon as I had finished I threw down the stick and settled my sex against her shuddering bum. Reaching under her body I grabbed her tits and squeezed them rhythmically, holding her so that her hard nipples came between my index and middle fingers and could be pinched most painfully. 'Cum now, bitch!' I grunted, 'Cum with me!' Which was exactly what happened, and it was rather lovely. After a few moments I slowly – and shakily – eased myself off the girl and stood back to view my handiwork. Her bottom was warm enough to fry an egg on, and rivulets of her spunk dribbled down her thighs. My juices had landed on her bum and were copious enough to flow into the cleft between her cheeks, thence to flow over her asshole and cunt before joining the rivulets running down her legs. I walked around the branch and removed Lilli's hood and then her gag. Before she could speak I gathered her hair in my hand and pulled her head up so that I could kiss her passionately. Then, leaving her gasping and panting, I opened the handcuffs and helped her to her feet. As soon as she was upright she turned and fell into arms. 'That was fucking amazing!' she exclaimed tearfully. 'Thank you! Thank you!' and the kisses were back again. 'More fun than doing it yourself?' 'Oh, Christ, yes! I thought I knew about pain and pleasure, but it was nothing like that.' She tried to peer over her shoulder to see her glowing bum, couldn't, and cupped her ass cheeks with her hands. She giggled. 'Got a couple of ciggies to light off that?' I had, and we rested out bums on the branch, sitting very close together, happy with each other's proximity. Of course, my turn was still to come. We finished our cigarettes, and the remains of the coffee in the flask. I took off my coat and spread it over the branch, just where Lilli had been tied. 'Here be alright?' I asked. Lilli shook her head. 'No,' she said, 'I spotted a place when I was collecting my canes. If you don't mind, I'd prefer to use that.' She collected my coat and folded it over one arm and, clasping my hand in hers, led me further into the copse. 'Got any other secrets in this coat? Any more rope or cuffs?' 'There might be. You got a use for some more?' She grinned impudently at me. 'I might have,' she said. 'It would make my job a bit easier, save changing the bondage part way through. Anyway, here we are,' and she parted the bushes to reveal a little clearing that, at some time before it became overgrown, had been a riding jump. And a stiff one at that: parallel bars, one about three feet from the ground and its companion four-and-a- half feet with a gap of about three feet between them. It was then that I started to wonder about Lilli. For the merest amateur that she professed to be, she'd chosen a very good site. I told her so, and got another evil grin for my troubles. Lilli went through my pockets, extracting – to squeals of delight – a couple of lengths of rope... and my bathing cap. Well, I mean, a girl never knows when she'll find herself in a position of needing a bathing cap. Like now, from the look on Lilli's face. 'What's this for?' she asked, holding it this way and that. It was an innocent, old fashioned cap, even to the little flowers that adorned it and the strap that fitted under my chin. 'Remember our last meeting?' She nodded hard. 'Just suppose you'd have plenty of time and I'd wanted to try something different? It's easy wiping shit off your face. It's a bugger to get it out of your hair. See what I mean?' 'I see. Good idea. Will you put it on, please.' 'Uh...?' 'Yes, please. You did say we'd each play it our own way, and it gives me a chance to add another bit to your punishment.' 'Oh!' was about all that I could manage, and tugged the bathing cap over my head – making sure that all my hair was covered. This might just be one of those occasions. Lilli spread my coat over the lower bar and steered me towards it until the fronts of my thighs pressed against it. A tap on my legs was enough to make me spread them. To tell the truth, I was a bit worried as to what the girl would have in store for me. Call it fearful anticipation and leaven it with a bundle of lust, and you've got a potent mix. I found myself trembling, though whether with fear or desire was a moot point. My new friend showed commendable expertise in fastening two of the ropes around my ankles and then stretching my legs even further apart as she tied the other ends of the ropes to the stout uprights. I wasn't getting away from there in a hurry. Then the cheeky little minx tugged up my skirt and cuddled up to my back, hugged me, filling her hands with my boobs. 'Ohhh! This is fun,' she breathed. 'You've got lovely tits.' And then, having nearly brought me to an orgasm with a tit grope, she stood to one side and attacked my sex from front and back, The fingers of one hand wriggled their way through swollen sex lips and explored my sex while the fingers of the other hand were probing my ass, all exposed by my bondage. When she had slid two fingers of the 'front' hand into my vagina, a pair of fingers from the other hand joined them to share my copious juices before wriggling their way into my asshole. I was mewling and twitching, as much as my bonds would allow, ready at any moment to plunge into an orgasm. Just before I got there, however, Lilli pulled her hands away. She held them up in front of me, both glistening with my juices and one with flecks of my shit on them. 'Refreshment break,' Lilli announced. 'Which do you want?' She waggled the fingers in front of me. 'Choose the wrong one and you get an extra five.' 'Why?' I asked. ''Cos I want a particular one, and you've got to guess right...' '...or I get five more stroke.' 'That's right.' She held both pairs of fingers in front of my face, level with my mouth. 'Come on, make your choice. They're beginning to dry off.' I knew the one she wanted, the shitty one, and that was the one of the pair that I sucked into my mouth. We licked them clean .'You knew that was my choice, didn't you?' she snapped. 'Never mind, I'll get even with you. Now, will you bend forward, please?' Lilli's hand propelled my torso forward until the second bar stopped it, coming just about level with the tops of my shoulders, just under my throat where Lilli had thoughtfully wrapped her own mack around the branch. My arms were spread along the bar and the handcuff on each wrist just happened to fix around the bar on the far side of a pair of branch stumps that kept my arms extended. Next she turned her attention to the rubber pants that we had both been wearing and were well coated in our juices. I had already used mine to gag Lilli: she seemed to want both pairs, commenting that she wasn't going to 'go soft' on my punishment. And if that wasn't enough to set me trembling, she made up the ball out of both pairs and then carefully wiped my slit and inner thighs before standing in front of me to wipe her own parts and the sweet smelling and tasting gag was thrust into my widely-stretched mouth. Once the dog collar was used to hold the gag in place I was in place, a ready sacrifice suitably bound and gagged. I had a sudden fearful thought of someone stumbling on our little torture chamber, and that was made even worse when Lilli – after she had removed her skirt – pulled my sweater up over my breasts and tucked the material under my chin. 'You've got the loveliest tits,' she whispered as she explored them, 'And a rubber bra, too. Goody! Now, where's that hood?' As it turned out, neither of us had collected the hood and Lilli set off to retrieve it. I knew that it would take her a good five minutes and there I was, securely bound and gagged. Available for anyone who strayed into the place. Again, that thought thrilled me and I enlarged on the original fantasy to make it a group of Lilli's school friends that burst into the clearing. I found the thought of several girls – of varying ages and all in school uniform – examining me, caressing me, abusing me, set me trembling again. This time it was all lust... and lovely. I felt just a little bit disappointed when Lilli returned all on her own. But she did have the hood. Taking her place in front of my again, she folded the nylon hood into a pad some six inches square and placed it on the grass. I watched her stimulate herself some more – I realised that she must have been bare from the waist when she went to collect it – and then she squatted over the folded material and started to pee on it, slowly, making sure that every part got soaked. Finally she stood up, carrying the sodden knickers with her. 'Oh. My goodness!' she exclaimed in mock horror, 'Somebody's gone and made your knicker hood all wet.' This girl had atmosphere in spades. Mesmerised, I watched her lift the garment to her lips and push a bit of it into her mouth, smacking her lips over the taste. 'Funnily enough, this actually tastes of piss. Never mind, we mustn't let these little things interfere with our pleasures,' and with that she shook out the hood and tugged in over my head, blinding me and filling my senses with the sweet odour of her urine. I could feel the wet material gather around my face as I breathed in, not true suffocation but it did restrict my breathing somewhat. Lilli must have knelt because suddenly felt her hands holding my head up while her lips sucked at the wet nylon and kissed my face. 'Isn't this lovely,' she crooned, so quietly that that the sounds were almost muffled out by the wet hood. I heard her sigh of anticipation. 'Perhaps, one day, we can both piss in it, shit in it...and roll dice to see who wears it. Ohhhh! I'm sooo glad that I've met you.' With another passionate kiss to my gagged mouth, I sensed that she was standing again. Everything added to my lusts. I was sure that the slightest lewd touch would send me into an immediate orgasm. Yet, when Lilli paused to tongue-fuck my asshole and sex again, that didn't happen. Instead it seemed that my orgasm was a massive waterfall cascading down into a deep gorge: I could launch myself over the edge whenever I wanted, but each time that Lilli took liberties with me – the piss-soaked hood, the tonguing - the height of the waterfall rose by a couple of hundred feet. Only rarely had I achieved such pleasure, the ultra-climax. 'Now we'll start,' came Lilli's voice, muffled and from somewhere behind me. 'I only picked two sticks. This first one is a bendy willow. See what it feels like.' That same muffling prevented me from hearing any sound, such as the whistle of in incoming blow, and it was completely unexpected. Every nerve in my body let out a piercing protest at the cane cut across by bum. For a moment the pain was located where the stick had landed, concentrated and penetrating. Then that pain started to spread over my butt, the initial pain easing with the spread. At the same time, a response to the pain – its opposite – was driving to my erogenous zones. My nipples throbbed and my sex was flooded with another wave of pleasure. With exquisite timing, Lilli landed the second blow just as the effects of the first were fading. I had been expecting a second to my ass so when the second cut across my breast – from underneath – there was a different pain, and a whole lot of new responses. She had not been gentle either, and I was sure that the gag wouldn't hold back every bit of my cries of shock and surprise. 'So that's the first one. Now we'll try the second,' Lilli announced. 'Remember it? It was the stick that parted about halfway and made two sticks that grew very close together. After that, I will give you your punishment. I know how many you're going to get. You'll just have to guess. Here we go, then. Remember, the first cut will be the split branch.' Of course, all my attention was directed to my bum. Quite clinically, I was interested to see – and feel – the difference between her two implements. So, when the blow cut across my breasts, the shock hit me just before the pain. This was worse since, I think, the end of the split branch fell either side of my nipple and the protest from that engorged bit cut like a knife through the rest of the pain. And I loved it! After a few moments for me to taste the split cane, the others came fast and furious. There was no particular rhythm or cadence: a wild tattoo on my tits would be followed by several slow strokes across my bottom. The unpredictability only added to the thrill. Furthermore, as my punishment progressed I was panting for breath, and I was finding it harder and harder to draw sufficient air through the piss-sodden hood. I had orgasms, or perhaps it was just one long orgasm that came in waves: I felt like I surfing along the edge of the waterfall, still not ready to launch myself into the maelstrom. Then, with one last blow to both my ass and my tits that had me screaming into my gag, I knew that it was over, or so I thought. There were no words but I heard Lilli moving around and she curled my hands around the two items that had given me such pain.....and pleasure. Still silently, my bonds were loosened – although the ropes that were fixed about my wrists were left in place – and Lilli eased me upright, resting my trembling body against the wooden frame. The hood wasn't removed, nor was the gag, and she used the ropes to cross my arms behind my back and knot the ends around my waist. An effective if simple strait jacket that thrust my breasts into prominence. I tried to puzzle out what she was up to, trying to 'sense' her actions through my soggy hood. Only when she steered me away from the jump and then gently forced me to my knees did I realise that I was kneeling on a soft bit of grass. The silence was creepy... and very exciting. She rolled me onto my back, straightened my body. The cool grass was a balm to my stinging bottom. She spread my legs and then devoted herself to mauling my tits – still in their rubber prisons – and flipped my skirt up so that my sex was available to her busy hands. More movement, and she was kneeling over my head, facing my feet. She reached into my hood and pulled out the rubber panties that gagged me and then pulled the hood tight over the back of my head, piling the loose material over my face I heard her speak, only a murmur through my hood. 'Not a word,' she said, 'Nothing. I'm still in charge and I'm thirsty, and so must you be. I'm going to give you the tongue-fucking of your life and you can nuzzle my cunt through those pretty knicker legs. I'm going to soak them again for you, for a treat, and when you feel them grow wet, you piss as hard as you can. I won't waste any, and we'll finish this treat off with a massive climax. Don't speak. Just nod you head.' I nodded furiously, fearful that I might lose anything of what this wonderful girl had planned. Sometime, when we were back in our usual reality, questions would be asked, like, where did the prefect of a posh school acquire such expertise. Then the little cow managed to wedge her shoulders under my thighs and haul my ass off the ground, effectively bending me in the middle and spreading my sex like a table for her to feast on. At the same time, she lowered her sex onto my face, moving it this way and that as she worked the sodden fabric of my knicker hood into a pad over my nose and mouth. As I struggled for breath another question begged an answer: how did she know about suffocation? My waterfall was looming large and, as Lilli's copious sex juices filtered through the material to meld with taste and smell of her piss, I was about to throw away the paddle and abandon myself to the rushing torrent of my orgasm. Lilli gave excellent head. She seemed to have a long tongue that wriggled its way around every bit of my sex, light, flickering, dipping deep into my cunt and asshole, driving me. I moved my head constantly, searching for air... and doing my best to stimulate Lilli. The knicker pad over my face fell away but it was still an effort to breathe, and any extra liquid was Lilli's juices. Then, suddenly, the heady smell and taste of her sex was drowned in a growing flow of urine, bitter-sweet and warm from her bladder. That flow didn't help the suffocation I was enjoying but I still remembered my side of the bargain. My position – bent nearly double – aided me and I released my muscles and sprayed my piss into Lilli's face. I felt her lips close around my urethra and the sensation of her hungry, sucking mouth was wonderful. Her fingers delved deep into my cunt and ass. That was it, and with a wail of delight I plunged over that orgasmic torrent, gasping for my breath was the pleasures took me so violently. And even in the midst of my own orgasm, I was aware that Lilli was with me all the way. Certainly long before I had stopped twitching Lilli had removed my hood and untied the ropes. In the gathering darkness, we found a soft piece of grass rolled onto it, and into each other's arms. 'I'll bet you didn't expect that,' she whispered, between kisses. 'Fun though.' 'Quite ruined me,' I replied, 'But, as you say, lots of fun.' The onset of dusk forced us to repair our dress and gather up our bits and pieces. As we left the little copse, Lilli pulled the undergrowth back to cover the entrance. She giggled. 'You never know when we might need it again.' True, I thought as we stumbled back to my car. THE END -------------------------------------------------------- This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story should seriously consider seeking professional help. -------------------------------------------------------- Kristen's collection - Directory 82