Chapter 3
From sitting sweet to smarting
She led me across to the bidet, releasing my hand as she squatted to take something from the box behind it. The bidet had what looked like a slender chrome phallus instead of a fountain and I shivered at the thought of it sliding into my arse.
She stood back up with two plastic tubes in her hand, giving me a reassuring smile before turning her attention to the bidet.
"It fits like this," she said stooping to slide one over the phallus.
"Then," she said straightening and turning. "If your bowels are empty." She began to sit. "You gently ease down on it."
She did, slowly sinking till she was sitting in the bowl.
"Now press the red button for a few seconds and let the warm disinfectant water fill you."
She pressed it to demonstrate.
"Stop," she said lifting her finger. "And lift up a bit."
She did and I heard the water gush back out. "Do this a few times," she said sinking down again. "And then for the final one, press the green button and keep it held till you lift off."
She made it look so easy, not a flicker of discomfort passed over her face as she gave her demonstration.
"Do you need to empty your bowels first?" she asked, rising for a second time.
"I..., err...."
"Go and try anyway, it'll make it easier if you stretch your muscles first."
I felt a little embarrassed as I sat on the toilet. I needed to go; the last time had been just before I'd been auctioned and I could only hope it wouldn't be a smelly one. She'd finished by the time I'd flushed and was waiting for me with a smile on her face.
"Ready?" she asked as I stood.
Despite the butterflies inside and the trepidation filling my mind, I nodded.
She positioned me as I shuffled back, holding my hips as I lowered myself down. I flinched slightly as it touched just behind my rosebud, rising and shifting back to try again.
"Relax," she reassured me. "It'll hurt if you clench. Just let it touch it and then try and squeeze out a fart."
I did as she said, forcing my anus open as I pressed down on the cool plastic. It was uncomfortable feeling it slide in, the hard plastic spreading my hole, making me feel constipated.
When I was finally sitting she pressed the button and the discomfort grew as I felt the pressure inside. My first instinct was to stand but her hand on my shoulder restrained me until she let the button go.
It was a relief feeling it flood out, but it only lasted a few seconds until Rachel pressed me down again. She put me through the cycle twice more before she pressed the green button and my ordeal was over.
It wasn't as bad as I feared. It felt like I'd passed a stiff one that had left me throbbing with a slowly contracting sphincter.
"Come on," she said enthusiastically as she grabbed my hand. "Shower next."
We showered, with me enjoying washing her, getting her aroused and ready for the foreplay when we got back to the bed. After we dried, she took my hips from behind and guided me back into the bedroom, but half way across her pad chimed.
"Oh rats!" she exclaimed, dropping her hands and turning for her bag.
"Sandra," she greeted the screen, holding it close enough so the camera only caught her face.
"Rachel! Good, you're back," Sandra replied. "Can we borrow your man for ten minutes? Sara's going to give us a demonstration of how to 'deep throat'."
"Um..., yes I suppose so," she said reluctantly.
"Thanks, I'll be straight down," She replied, closing the connection.
"Sorry," she said turning to me.
"Never mind that," I said. "You'd better get some clothes on."
"I had to say yes to stay in character, the other me wouldn't have minded," she said as she crossed to the wardrobe.
She pulled out a robe and put it on just before the knock came on the door.
"Open it for me," she asked as she belted it up.
I walked slowly over as she raced to the bed. Opening it, I found Sandra and Emily standing outside. Their eyes fell immediately to my cock, and then Sandra shouted her thanks over my shoulder as Emily took my wrist.
I heard the door close behind me. As they led me across and back up the corridor, I wondered if they were going to use the spray and put a condom on again. Sara was in the room when we entered, Emily having waved her wrist over the reader.
"I'll get him hard," said Sandra as Emily led me to the bed.
"Lie down," Emily commanded as she released my wrist.
Sandra climbed on and sat across my knees as I complied. All three of them were still dressed in the school uniform, but looking down between Sandra's legs, I saw that her panties were missing and her bald mound was visible.
She leant forward, took my cock none to gently and began to jerk it, shutting off my view of her pussy. Despite the rough treatment, my cock responded, growing thicker and firmer as her stroking slowed.
Emily climbed on and crawled around behind me while Sara came to the edge of the bed.
"He's much bigger than Dave," Sara said staring down at my cock.
"I know," Emily said. "He's got the biggest in the class."
"Well he's nice and hard," Sandra said. "You can start your demonstration now."
Sara climbed on, swivelling around to kneel on my chest with her feet wrapped around my neck. As she bent forward, her bare pussy bulged out in front of me under the hem of her skirt, a dark lump of her inner lips squeezed between her thighs.
As one hand let go another grasped it, then I felt the lips slide over my helmet, her tongue welcoming it and sending a surge of pleasure through me. The pleasure grew as she took it deeper, brushing the tip along the roof of her mouth.
She paused fractionally then the pleasure spiked as she swallowed and my head squeezed down into her throat. She gave me a couple of strokes of pure bliss before straightening to let it slide out.
