Mary had not noticed. She really had not noticed! The girls looked at each other in delight. Mary had not noticed the change. The girls certainly had. It had been seamless but now, instead of the black strap-on dildo with its splayed edged helmet all moulded in plastic, a real penis ploughed back and forth in Mary's vagina. Not a simulacrum but the real thing, a penis that could spurt real semen -- real fertile semen.
The girls squirmed in delight, their fingers even busier between their thighs. The excitement, the erotic excitement of it; they might even be witnessing a conception. It was possible -- it was a risk. Not their risk but Mary's. Back and forth went the long and so real flesh staff. Mary unaware, was staring ahead, eyes wide as her orgasm built. Lovely Mary with her virginal white skin and peaches and cream complexion; tall Mary, overbearing Mary, bossy Mary. They had done it -- or Edwina had -- the switch had been made. How long would it or could it be until Mary noticed? The girls had agreed it should not be short, not a quick in and out but could they make the full five minutes?
It had been a complicated process to get Mary to where she was now. It had not been easy persuading little Clarie. She was not into the girl scene; but she was the bait, the little fish to catch the big one -- Mary. Edwina knew how keen Mary was on the petite girl. Knew she lusted after her.
The five minutes were up. The girls had almost won. Little demonstrative gestures of triumph. They were not quite there yet. But now the real penis had to be removed and replaced without Mary noticing. A second changeover.
Edwina motioned for Michael to step back. The long and very black -- and very wet real erection slid out from Mary. The girls stared at its end, an anxious moment. Had Michael come, had his knob exuded? It seemed not, or not anyway a full load of cream. There might have been some exudation. Some risk that Mary had been inseminated, some spermatozoa might be swimming within her vagina, seeking an ovum.
"No, don't pull out Cynthia, keep fucking me. I'm almost there. Please." Michael looked quizzically at Edwina, raising his eyebrows in question. Edwina's head shake definite. No more. Michael must be denied. Mary's hands were scrabbling behind, reaching for the supposed girl with the strap-on dildo. The girl Mary thought had been fucking her for the last five minutes. She did not see the tall young man with the erection being hurriedly ushered out. Girls' fingers reaching to touch his hard cock as if for luck. A cock so upright and glistening with Mary's wetness. His reward would come later -- yes, he would come, his semen would exude, his pleasure would be intense. It would be his choice where he made his deposit -- anywhere or in anywhere but Mary.
Tall Cynthia, her long hair tied back, her nipples hard points on her small breasts, reached for Mary's buttocks and drove the long black strapless dildo back into Mary -- balls deep, well, had the dildo possessed balls. It did not but Michael certainly had -- two big ones! And it seemed as if they had come close to unloading. Cynthia resumed her pounding of Mary, acting the man. She was, after all, tall and strong, chosen because she and Michael were not dissimilar in build.
Lovely, haughty, just so lesbian and man hating Mary. Contemptuous of men, absurdly feminist and proud of never so much having touched a penis let alone been fucked (or rather 'fucking a man' as she hated the idea woman are fucked and men do the fucking) Mary had now been fucked by a man, a young man of impeccable maleness, a man with not a hint of the androgynous about him, a man of virility and proud, yes, upstanding and erect masculinity had pummelled her from the rear and she had not noticed. Was unaware, completely unaware, her vagina had hosted a large black cock, not plastic, wood or glass but real flesh and blood for five whole minutes. Had, very likely, been close to being inseminated.
What if Mary had noticed? The shock, the delicious perhaps 'popping' sound as she had angrily pulled from Michael. The look on her face as she stared at Michael standing there naked, his beautiful strong muscular body shining with perspiration and that so big cock of his upright and coffee knobbed, perfectly flared and with that intriguing dimple where the semen came out. She would have been just so angry. Incandescent with rage. That might yet happen. Had Edwina not got photographs -- photographs which should so clearly show Mary with a penis inside her. Photographs, moreover, movie film taken so there could be no doubt the incident was real not faked -- no question the man had been there and inside, not placed by photographic manipulation replacing Cynthia and her strap-on.
But now there, naked and still bent over the polished wood of the table, was Mary, arms outstretched along its surface, fingers opening and closing, lost in pleasure. Stretched out with her long legs so apart, her beautiful rounded bottom so very there as Cynthia fucked, the black strap-on dildo -- so appropriately black -- disappearing and appearing from her wet hole. Possibly an undignified position. Certainly, Mary had waxed long and lyrical about the positions of sexual intercourse -- not that she would ever permit a man... Had talked about how degrading it was for women to adopt a subservient position; being fucked from behind like an animal being about the worst -- had decried the use of the word 'mounted'; had not found much good to say about 'missionary' -- again the so awful, so wrong way that men penetrated and women accepted; how women received the semen offered or given by men; and as for kneeling and sucking a cock... Mary was incandescent at the image of subservience; the image of a women kneeling, any woman, to accept a man's cum in her mouth. And swallowing -- urgh!
The girls had become fed up, annoyed even, at Mary's constant degradation of men. They had undoubtedly enjoyed the lesbian sex, given their circumstance of being mostly locked away from male company. But actually, despite Mary's lecturing, that was what they really wanted. Male company -- naked male company.
'Teaching Mary a lesson' had become a favourite theme of conversation when she was not around. They would like, really, to have her tied up and introduced a man into the room -- or men. The thought of Mary being held down kneeling -- by the girls -- and them introducing a cock into her mouth, greatly pleased them. No way she would suck but if kept open by force it was not beyond the girls' ability with their soft and delicate feminine fingers to stroke the man's penis into doing what men did and in Mary's mouth. She would have to swallow. A man's cum in her stomach. That idea very much pleased the girls.
Forced fellatio not easy and they were, in truth, rather scared of their somewhat self-appointed leader. The idea of going, perhaps one stage further, developed over a few weeks. Mary to be fucked, not forcibly but willingly, only not realising what was happening at all. Not realising the cock inside her was real. There was a lot of discussion about whether she should be inseminated. Would she notice it spurting in her vagina before being replaced by plastic? It was more exciting, more revengeful to have Mary inseminated but the girls did not want to go so far as to run the risk of forcing a child upon her. Knowing Mary had been fucked for real when she pontificated on the awfulness of men -- and their penises -- was one thing. Conception was going a bit too far. But equally they did not want a condom clad penis. They wanted the cock to touch Mary intimately.
Girls as a group can be cruel. Revenge is a dish best served cold. Revenge upon overbearing Mary and a delicious pleasure in all the girls knowing Mary had been fucked for real -- everyone except Mary, that is.
Would she ever know? Would she be told, or would one of the photographs just be left very deliberately between the pages of her diary when she left the school? Mary parted for ever from all her school friends, those she had dominated for so long, off to college and pastures new and then to see that -- the incredible photograph. It was a delicious thought. Mary back at home, unpacking her diary to write up the day and... the photograph falling out. Undoubtedly herself, no way it could be faked, she remembering the event when she had so enjoyed little Clarie but, but -- how?. There in colour, her own face newly arisen, face and lips wet from Clarie's long desired sex, but behind her that boy, Michael, naked and with his... urgh!... penis just withdrawn or undoubtedly within her body -- in her virgin vagina. Behind him the grinning girls and Cynthia with the black strap-on dildo, waiting.
The girls imagined the look of shock and horror on her face, the look of disgust, the feeling of crushing defeat as the realisation came to her she had been 'taken' by a man; that she had been tricked by the other girls. Girls she had held in contempt, conscious of, or believing in, her own superiority. They enjoyed the thought, giggled and nudged each other when Mary was not around.
Michael had waited afterwards, had been hidden in another room. Had been ushered out and left to wait for his just reward for his part in the subterfuge. He sat quietly waiting, naked on a chair in the darkened room, his penis wilting. In many ways it might be thought he had had reward enough already. A five minute bout with such a lovely tall and naked girl; the pleasure of being stark naked with so many schoolgirls looking at him; being able to exhibit his fine erection to girls, push it into Mary and, indeed, seeing Cynthia with a strap-on, mock-cock, pulling it from Mary and motioning him to replace her. He and his friends often fantasised about what the girls did in their school up the road. They very much enjoyed the thought of lesbianism but only he had ever seen naked girls having sexual relations together. A lot of young semen would be spilt when he recounted the events of the night to his friends.
The waiting in the darkened room would not form much of the story. His earlier waiting in that very room might well feature quite a bit. Brought secretly down the long corridors from the ground floor open window that had been his entry and meeting point with Fiona. Just being hand in hand with the girl had been a pleasure. Fiona's soft hand in his as she guided him down unfamiliar and unlit passages and into that small room, more a store cupboard really. In the adjoining room the 'festivities' already under way. Mary's voice clear and, Michael thought, rather bossy. "Undress," Fiona had hissed in his ear.
Michael might have appeared the self-assured young man his height and general demeanour suggested but the reality he was not used to girls. Not at all used to them, having no sisters and having spent his formative years and, indeed, now his final year at an all-male school. So much about women was theoretical. He was as much a virgin as Mary -- only whereas she wished to stay that way as regards men, his desire was anything but to remain a virgin. He had not been alone in a room with a girl before, if the school nurse did not count, and had most certainly not been naked in a room with a girl -- again if the school nurse did not count.
