Mitch

[Sandra B]

141.
As the girls were hastening across the field in the direction of the stables, a slight figure was approaching up the gravel drive.  It hesitated at the foot of the front steps and stared at the two babies tethered each side of the doorway, almost hidden in the two little knots of ladies cooing and petting them.  It was a young woman in her early twenties, dressed in a three-quarter length grey skirt, a white blouse with a button-down collar, a long lightweight beige coat, and flat black shoes..  Her russet hair was cut in a bob level with her jaw line, and combed straight.  She looked flustered, and half turned as if she was having second thoughts about proceeding.  She had actually taken a step backwards when Violet Canter appeared in the centre of the top step and called to her.
“Miriam!  Miriam – I’m here.  Come up and meet Miss Dearman.”
She mounted the steps, glancing left and right at the babies in disbelief.
Violet greeted her warmly, took her by the arm, and ushered her into reception.
“I’m so glad you managed to get away.  I know you must be very busy.”
“Well, it’s true I do have a lot of marking to do.  But my next lesson’s not till one forty-five…”
“Come and meet Shirley.  Shirley?  This is the new English teacher I told you about, Miriam Mitchell.  Miriam, this is Shirley Dearman, the brains behind P & S.”
“Lovely to meet you, Miriam.  I’m so happy you were able to pop in and see us, though I’m afraid you’ll miss your girls’ display this afternoon.”
Miriam shot a nervous glance over her shoulder at the doorway.
“N-nice to meet you, Miss Dearman.”
“Shirley, please.”
“Those, er, babies on the steps…”
“Max and Luke.  Yes?”
“They’re not…”
“Yes, they're the babies your girls will have to deal with.  But I have full confidence in the girls.”
“But…they’re quite big…  I mean, I don’t quite understand….”
“Oh, don’t worry.  Come and meet them.”
She led the way outside.  “Max…Luke...?  This is Miss Mitchell.  She’s the girls’ English teacher.  The boys volunteered to be babies today as their contribution to our open day.  Didn’t you boys?”
If the boys didn’t understand the correct answer to this question, the look in Shirley’s eye left no room for doubt, and they both nodded vigorously.
“Oh.  They volunteered.  That’s quite brave of them, isn't it?”
“They love being involved - don’t you guys?”  Renewed nodding. 
“How nice.  I was just a bit taken aback by them being…you know…”
“Oh.  Tied up, you mean?  Just our little joke.  Some people think we keep the boys here against their will.  But they'll soon find out how much they all love P & S.”
“And the dummies…”
“They asked for them.  They said they wanted to avoid being bombarded with questions all day long.”  She winked.  “Though I think it was because they just like suc-king on them!”
Miriam smiled, reassured.  She took a closer look at Luke and Max.  The little flared pinafore dresses…their sweet little faces framed in the pretty close hoods…  She loved the vintage, almost Edwardian feel.  And those cute rubber baby pants, peeping out underneath for everyone to see, through which their big white nappies were clearly visible.  The big dummies, like gags, on their tight leather straps, flattening their flushed cheeks!  She felt a strange, illicit thrill run through her.  Such big boys in such juvenile outfits!  Their long bare legs disappearing into little frilled leg bands.  It was so cute, but also somehow…sexy.  She felt and urge to caress the rubber, to stroke those bare thighs…  She felt her own cheeks suddenly burning, and looked away, embarrassed.  This was so unlike her!
Shirley noticed her awkwardness, and she wanted to ask Violet more about Miss Mitchell.  Yulya was nearby, so she called to her.
“Yulya?  Come and say hello to Miriam Mitchell.  She’s the girls’ English teacher.”
Yulya was dressed demurely for the open day, in a rather formal black suit with a knee-length skirt – though her high-heeled boots did disappear under the hem and continue up her legs to some undiscernible height.  She wanted to keep a low profile.  She didn’t yet know her cover would soon be blown by the poster in the “groping” room.  Shirley had been doubtful about putting it up, but Anna had persuaded her no-one would take it seriously.
“Good morning, Miss Mitchell.”  Yulya’s curves contrasted noticeably with Miriam’s rather straighter lines.  “Very nice meet you.”
“You too.  I’ve heard something about you from Mrs Canter.  I gather you’re a very important part of the management.  She said you’re very “hands on” with the boys.”
“Yulya looked startled.  She stared at Violet, who simply winked.
She turned back.  “Er, yes…I like to make sure boys all happy…”  But there was no hint of irony in Miriam’s innocent gaze, and it was clear any lewd implication had been entirely lost on her.  It was at that moment that Yulya realised she was going to like Miss Mitchell, if for no other reason than that she was the polar opposite of herself. 
“Please…  I get you coffee, yes?  Let me take your coat, and I introduce to some helpers.”
“Oh, thank you.  Yes, I’d love a coffee, Yulya.  Would you excuse me, ladies?”
“Of course, Miriam,” smiled Shirley.  Please go and mingle…”

“So that’s Miriam, Violet.  She seems a little – how can I put it – naĂŻve?”
“I think that’s unfair, Shirley.  It implies she hasn’t learnt from her experiences.  But you see she came from a very sheltered background, and before arriving at St. Mary’s all she had done was to teach very young girls in a private school out in the sticks.   She is innocent, yes – more innocent than the seniors she’s now teaching.  But I wouldn't call her naĂŻve.”
“I understand.  I think we got away with the babies.  But how is she going to react to some of the other things?”
“If she stays – and I’m not sure she will – it’ll certainly be an eye-opener for her.”
“I would say that’s an understatement, dear…”

[Sandra B]

142.
When Tyler saw the St Mary's uniforms approaching, he gave a long “mooooo” of annoyance.  Sean followed his gaze, and would have tried to run off if his tether hadn’t prevented him.  The girls came to a stop, for a moment too puffed to speak.  Patricia was the first to recover.
“Debbie…we need milk…can we…have first go…?”
“First come, first served, dear.  Fifty pence a milking.”
“Great!  Here's five pounds.”
“I’m sorry, I haven’t got change…”
“No, we don't need change.  That’s for five milkings for each cow.  We need quite a bit of milk, you see.”
“How generous!  Here – take your little buckets.  If I may suggest...  One of you should stand at the head and hold the collar, while the other does the milking.”

The girls got to work.  First they shortened the tether ropes so the boy-cows couldn’t pull away or lie down.  Janice stood at Sean’s head, holding his collar in one hand and patting him and pulling his cow-ears with the other, while Maisy sat on the little stool provided and began to explore the teats.  Tyler was restrained by Patricia with Marlene at the milking end.
“Three teats,” said Maisy.  “These end ones feel cold, and they bend, but the middle one is stiff and warm, so I thinks that's our best bet.  Miss Debbie?  How should I do the milking?”
“It’s easy, Maisy.  Take the whole teat in one hand, close your fingers around it, squeeze gently, and pull – not too hard, just stretch it a little.  Then, keeping a grip on it, let it go back, and then repeat.”
“I think I get it…  Like this…?”
Sean made a noise which must have been a groan.
“That’s right.  Try to maintain a nice regular rhythm.  That’s right...  Perfect.  Remember, you’re just coaxing the milk out.  That's very good, Marlene.  May the best team win!”

Soon both girls were milking confidently, making the boys emit odd little humming noises through their gags.  All at once Sean quivered and moaned, and a moment later Maisy gave a cry of triumph.
“It’s coming!  Janice – we have milk!”
“Don’t stop – get as much as you can.”
“I am.  There’s quite a lot – see?”
She tilted the little plastic bucket.  Sean had done well.
“Gosh.  He must have needed that!”
A few seconds later Tyler gave a moo and a shudder, and Marlene whooped with joy as his milk spurted into hers.  But neither girl rested on her laurels, and soon the cows were yielding more of their precious c-um.
“My arms aching,” said Maisy, after a while.  “Would you like to take over, Janice?”
“Yes please!”
They changed positions, and the milking resumed.  For a few minutes the silence was broken only by soft moos and snorts.  Then Maisy suddenly took a step back and gave Sean a slap on the cheek.
“Hey!  Stop it!  Miss?  He keeps looking up my skirt!”
Indeed, it was almost inevitable, with Sean’s head being at knee level.  Sean quickly looked at the ground.  Debbie tried to hide a smile.
“Rude, disgusting boy-cow!” exclaimed Janice.  “I’ll show you…”
With which threat she started to milk him more vigorously, while Maisy watched the expression on his face.
“Yes, he likes that, Jan.  His cheeks are bright red!  Ooh, now he’s starting to go cross-eyed!  Keep going – I think he’s nearly there...”
The words were barely out of her mouth when a shudder ran through his body, and his thick milk was spurting into the bucket for a third time.
“Good work, Janice.  Only two more to go.”
Sean turned his eyes pleadingly up to Maisy, but all the comfort he got was smile and a congratulatory pat on the cheek.
“We’re one ahead of you now,” cried Janice, triumphantly.  And Maisy, suddenly realising that Sean’s indecency may actually have been an asset, allowed his head to resume its former position.

The last couple of milkings were the most difficult – probably more so for the cows than the milkers - but the girls persevered, and Tyler’s final, albeit rather diminished, offering signalled the completion of their task.
“Well done, boys!” cried Maisy, loosening their tethers.  “You can rest for a bit now.  Look at how much milk we got, miss!” 
“You're true milkmaids,” said Debbie.  “I think I’d better close the stall for half an hour to let them recover.”
“Sorry, Miss Debbie…”
“No, don’t apologise.  That’s what they’re here for.  So...  What are you going to do with it?”
“Yulya needs it,” said Janice, shortly.  “Let's pour them together, Pat.  Is it okay if we borrow the bucket, Miss Debbie?”
“Well I don’t see how else you’re going to carry it,” laughed Debbie. But the girls were already on their way back up the field.

[Sandra B]

143. 
They didn’t run this time, but walked as fast as they could, careful not to spill a drop.  They climbed the front steps to where the babies were still tethered, and ran into Yulya, holding a big plastic feeding bottle half full of milk, and a length of transparent rubber tubing.
“Girls.  I give up on you.  Have to feed boys now…”  She stared at the bucket.  “What in bucket?”
“More milk, miss.  Like we said,” explained Marlene.
Yulya looked from the bucket to their smirking faces and back again.
“Boy-cow milk!” cried Janice, jubilantly.  “See?  Lots of it, lovely and gloopy!”
Yulya’s eyes widened, but she quickly recovered herself.
“Yes…boy-cow milk.  Very…very good.  I have sweetened milk in bottle.  If we mix together we make very nice baby milk, I think.”
“Yes!  Yes, let’s do it!”
Yulya unscrewed the cap, which had a built-in nipple matching the ones of the boys’ sissifiers.  The bottle had a wide neck, and Janice carefully tipped the bucket over it.  The boy-cow milk began to flow in, then all at once the whole bucketful slid in with a satisfying plop.  Yulya screwed the cap back on tight, and attached the rubber tube.
“Could you feed babies, girls?  I have to help Miss Mandy.”
“Yes. We’ll do it, we’ll do it!” they cried.
She handed the bottle, now nearly full, to Maisy.  “Make sure they finish all up, please.”   

Maisy shook the bottle until the creamy, foaming milk was well mixed.  The girls were very excited that not only were they getting to feed the babies as well as change them.
“Max first,” said Marlene.
“Mmm!  Mmm!” Max protested, shaking his head violently in an attempt to prevent them attaching the tube.  But Marlene had it covered.
“Hold his head still while I fix the tube, girls.”  She flipped open the cap of his sissifier.  “That’s it. Keep still, Max! You need to have your feed.  You’re not getting out of it.” 
She pushed the other end of the tube over the nipple. 
“There.  It’s on.  It’s no good shaking your head now, baby.  It’s on tight and it’s not going to come off.  Maisy, go ahead.”
Maisy held the bottle up and gave it a squeeze.  While Max struggled and whined, the milk flowed down the tube and into his sissifier.  Maisy squeezed until his eyes widened and his cheeks bulged, then stopped to see what he would do next.
“He’s got a good mouthful there,” said Janice.  “He’s going to have to swallow soon…   Yes!  There it goes!  Yay!”
The girls jumped up and down in delight.
“Was that nice, Max?” asked Patricia in mock solicitude.  “Not too sweet, I hope.  We worked so hard to get that.  So did Sean and Tyler for that matter.  They gave their all, in fact,” she added, with a rather cruel laugh.  “Would you like some more?  There’s oodles.  Plenty for both of you.”
The girls were in hysterics.  Tears were forming in Max’s eyes, and Luke looked horrified.
“Let’s take our time,” said Janice.  “Feed them slowly.  Let them enjoy every mouthful.”

It took another ten minutes feed Max his half of the bottle.  Several of the ladies watched with expressions of motherly tenderness.  Miriam noticed the girls feeding the babies and came out to join them.
“That’s nice, girls.  Giving the thirsty babies their milk.  They certainly deserve a reward for volunteering to dress up like this.”
“Hello, miss.  We didn’t realise you were here.  Sorry, what did you say?” asked Marlene.
“I was just saying it must have taken some courage for the boys to agree to be the babies today.”
Marlene fell in.  “Oh, er, yes, absolutely.  Miss Dearman must have told you…  It’s great, isn’t it?  But they’re really nice guys…  They'd do anything for Miss Shirley...”
Janice smothered a grin.  “They really are.  They were the first to put their hands up when miss asked.  I think secretly they enjoy those cute dresses and little rubber pants…  Don’t you, boys?”
The boys glared, but Miriam didn’t notice.
“What are you feeding them?”
“Ooh…what are we feeding them…”  Maisy hesitated.  “It’s, er, really special milk, with honey and, er, extra protein.  It tastes really nice.”

“Yes, really nice, miss,” said Patricia.  “Max has had his feed, now it’s Luke’s turn.  I’ll just disconnect the tube…”
“That’s quite a clever system.”
“It is.  It saves having to take out their pacifiers.”
“Yes.  Miss Dearman told me they wanted to keep them in.”
“And now I can plug it into Luke’s one…”
Janice caught hold of Patricia’s arm.
“Before you feed Luke, Pat, why don’t you let miss taste the milk?”
“Oh, no…  That’s all right…  I wouldn’t want to deprive Luke of his feed…”
“Oh, no, there’s loads here,” cried Pat, excitedly.  “Please do, miss.  Tell us if you like it.  We worked so hard to make it.  Please.  We’d love to have your opinion…”
Miriam hesitated.  She found it difficult to say no to anyone, let alone these bossy senior girls she wasn’t used to.
“Please…” they begged in unison.
“Well, all right…  How am I going to…?  Shall I get a cup?”
“Oh, just suc-k on the tube.  It’s quite clean.  I’ll give the bottle a little squeeze,” said Patricia.
“Okay...,” said Miriam, doubtfully.  “Just a tiny bit, though.”
She took the tube cautiously, and holding it a few inches from the end, placed  it between her lips.
“Ready, miss?”
“Yes.  Go ahead…”
Patricia smiled.  She gave the bottle a squeeze.
“Mmmm…mmff!”
“Pat!  Too much!”
Miss Mitchell spat out the tube.  Her mouth was full, and the slightly sticky fluid was dripping from her chin onto her clean blouse.
“Miss…  I’m so sorry.  It came out with a rush…”
Miriam shook her head to indicate it was fine.  It was probably her own fault, she thought.  She hadn’t been ready…
Marlene handed her a tissue.  She dabbed her lips, and gulped down the milk.  It had an interesting flavour – she could taste honey, and something else – and it slid down easily.  She tried to wipe it off her blouse, but it was rather sticky.  It had an unfamiliar odour.
“We’re really sorry, Miss Mitchell,” said Maisy.  She took a clean tissue and helped her clean her blouse.
“It’s fine, girls.  Don’t worry.”
“It just came out so fast…”
“What do you think…” ventured Maisy.  “Did you like it?”
“Yes…quite nice.  I could taste the honey…and something else.  I suppose that’s the protein.”
The girls exchanged ecstatic glances.
“Yes, miss, we used flavoured protein,” said Patricia.  “Maisy wanted to add strawberry syrup too.  What do you think?”
“Well, you could…  But I think it’s very nice just as it is.”
“It’s very good for you, miss.  Better than ordinary milk.  We’ll make some specially for you, to put on your cereal.”
“No, really girls, that’s very kind, but…”
“It's no problem, miss,” said Marlene.  “Would you like to feed Luke?  We’re supposed to be helping out inside.”
“Well, I suppose…I mean, if that’s okay with you…”
“Course.  Plug him in, Pat.  Miss, all you have to do is to hold up the bottle and squeeze it gently, till he’s drunk it all.”
“All right, then.”
“There’s still ten minutes before the tours get started, so there’s plenty of time.”

The idea of feeding this big helpless baby somehow appealed to Miriam.  Maybe it was the novelty, because he was the boy baby and she knew nothing about either boys or babies.  She was normally rather shy, but the idea of being in charge of this big sissy boy and making him drink up his milk felt strangely exciting.  The taste and texture of the baby milk – moreish and pleasingly glutinous – lingered in her mouth.
“You go and do what you have to do, girls.  Leave him to me.  I’ll see you later.”
“Er…will you be staying then miss?” asked Janice.
“I wasn’t going to…  But it would be silly to leave without looking round.  And Shirley seems so nice.  So after I’ve fed little Luke here, I’ll probably join a tour.”
“Great!  We’ll see you later, then.”

[krystalasbaby2017]

I hope the teacher from St. Mary's stays and sees some eye opening lessons.  Boy those cow-boys were really drained hope others embarrass them as well

[Sandra B]

144.
The girls skipped out of reception, holding onto each other and squealing with delight.
“She had a whole mouthful!” whispered Marlene.
“And she really liked it!” added Janice.
“She loved it!  You could see by her face!” giggled Maisy.
“I can’t believe it!  Miss Mitchell – the demure Miss Mitchell!” laughed Patricia.
“I bet she’s never swallowed c-um in her life before,” said Janice.
“But now she’s got a taste for it…” began Maisy.
“…she’ll want more and more!” cried Marlene.
Janice looked at Patricia.  “Were you serious when you said you make some more for her?”
“Why not?”
“Well, I’m not sure it’s a good idea.  In any case, I don’t think we’ll get any more out of the boy-cows today.”
“Who cares?  There’s plenty here, for one thing.  And Maisy and me have boyfriends.  Maisy?  How many full condoms did you say Alexander left behind last Sunday?”
“Five.”
“Well there you are.  And I could easily get five out of Brandon.  This weekend let’s put them all in the freezer.”
“Okay…”
“Pat.  You can’t.  She’s bound to realise.  Then we’ll all be in trouble,” said Marlene.
“Don’t worry.  I have a plan.  I’ll tell you later.”

Outside Miriam had finished feeding Luke.  He had drunk every drop, and she had enjoyed every second, particularly the sensation of forcing him to finish it all up when he was clearly already full.  She had never experienced anything quite like that sense of power before in all her self-effacing life, and she found it thrilling.
Everyone else had gone in.  She stroked his cheek.
“Good baby.  Was that nice?”  She looked around to make sure no-one was looking, and added, “I’d better just check your nappy to make sure you’re not wet…”
Heart beating fast, she reached down and gently squeezed his thick nappy through the latex pants.  It felt dry, but to make sure she pushed one finger up under the inside of his left leg band.  Yes, quite dry.  And even if he wet himself, the legs of his pants were nice and tight and waterproof.  She withdrew her finger, but let her hand linger on his bare flesh for a moment.  Her emotions were in turmoil.  It was a totally unfamiliar feeling.  And the realisation that he was quite helpless, that if she felt inclined she could touch and fondle him wherever and however she wished, made her tremble with excitement.  Taking a deep breath, she regained control.  She patted him on his bottom, smiled, and went inside.  She was immediately confronted with a large Scout in a tiny pair of dark blue frilled latex shorts.  She stared, speechless.  What was going on in this place?
“We’re just about to leave miss.  Are you coming?”
She attached herself to the little group, no longer knowing what to expect next.  She found herself next to a tall, well-built woman wearing tight shiny leggings and a lot of perfume. 
“Hi.  This should be fun.  I’m Teddy.  You are…?”
“Oh.  Yes…hi.  I’m…Miriam.”
“Do you know what goes on here?”
Miriam was in a daze.  “Goes on…?”
“I see you don’t.  Well, you’re in for a treat.  Stick with me and we’ll do the place together.”
“We will?  Yes…okay.  I’ll stick with you…Teddy…”

[Sandra B]

145.
Apart from the free spirits, who were mainly there in some sort of official capacity, there were three main tour groups, one led by Silas and Marcia, one by Stephen and Marcella, and one by Danny and Tracey.  The plan was to allow them no more than fifteen minutes in any one location, and to end up at the stables immediately before lunch.  The Scouts would have the responsibility of leading them round, and briefly announcing each new destination; but they would also be accompanied by Shirley, Yulya and Mandy respectively, who would explain something about the background and function of each place.  In the first group were Lettie and the rest of Mitch’s old friends, in the second Teddy and Miriam.  Violet Canter, having already had a private tour with Shirley, and having developed a mild fascination with the spectacle of Simon and Oscar being entertained by their friends in the private closed room, had decided to while away the morning in there, and was already making herself comfortable in an armchair with a big cappuccino.
“It’s so relaxing for me to see boys enjoying themselves,” she had said to Shirley.  “I spend my life dealing with difficult adolescent girls, and they can be so bitchy you wouldn’t believe it.  I find boys refreshingly natural, and, yes, even innocent.  But I hope my presence won’t distract them from their fun.”
“I wouldn’t worry, Violet.  I’ll warn them they may find an observer in the room, who’ll be reporting to me on how well they’re carrying out their therapeutic task.  That should encourage them to perform well – not that they need much encouragement.”
“Thank you, Shirley.  By the way, how long is their, er, therapy going to go on?”
“I’ve decided tomorrow will be their last day.  I think they should have learned their lesson by then.  Next week they’ll be back with their friends, and they’ll have to come up with a convincing account of their time at the “other” school we were supposed to have sent them to.  That should prove an interesting test of their ingenuity.”

The first group arrived at the door of the groping room.
“This is a new room,” said Silas.  It is called…” – he looked at his notes – the “groping” room.”
“You will see why when we go in,” added Marcia, cheerily.
Shirley led the way, took up a position under Yulya’s portrait, and waited for all the women to follow – which they did haltingly, because several stopped dead in the doorway when they saw the spectacle of Mitch in his schoolgirl uniform strung up in his cage.  There was the occasional hysterical squeal, and cries of recognition from his old acquaintances.
“It’s Mitch!” whooped Grace.  “Look!”
“And I see he’s a girl again, just like he was always meant to be!” added Patty.
“He does look pretty,” said Henrietta ruefully, “but I can never forget how sweet he and Sammy were as my pageboys.”
“You should ask Shirley for a repeat performance,” suggested Grace.  “Any excuse will do.”

Once everyone was inside, and the door had been closed, Shirley prepared to address them.  Several women were pointing at the poster and giggling.  Silas was staring at it open-mouthed. 
“Miss?  Isn’t that…”
“Yulya.  Yes, dear.”
“What happened to her…?”
“Oh, nothing really…she just made herself a little too popular with her students…”
She turned to the room.
“Ladies.  Thank you all for coming.  I hope you have an entertaining day.  After the tour you are free to wander where you will, inside or outside.  Bear in mind we are still in the early stages of development, still building our services and our expertise, so don’t judge us too harshly on what you see today…  Now, as our guides Silas and Marcia announced, this is what, for want of a better title, we call the “groping” room.  We have found that the unwanted groping of girls by adolescent boys is becoming more and more the norm.  We can’t hope to halt that trend, but we can deal with the worst offenders by bringing home to them the trauma experienced by their victims.  Yes, this is one of the non-voluntary forms of therapy offered by P & S.  Mitch here has kindly offered to model our new groping cage, dressed, as we would dress real culprits, as a girl.  I think its function is self-evident.  Feel free to explore its possibilities if you wish, but remember Mitch’s personality is the polar opposite of those who need such therapy.”

The women crowded round, apparently unconstrained by Shirley’s caution.  Shirley had had Mitch dressed in white satin spandex panties, which were now a prey to soft hands and sharp nails.  His bottom was stroked a gently pinched, but when he lurched forward in an attempt to protect himself, fingers explored his private parts with brazen impropriety, caressing and fondling, squeezing and kneading.  He thought things couldn't get much worse, but he was wrong.  Imagine his horror when he found himself face to face with Molly Caulker!  Taking hold of his school tie with her left hand, she wrapped the fingers of her right around his swelling boyhood, and began to masturbate him, slowly and deliberately.
“Hello, Mitch,” she hissed, pushing her face as close to his as the bars allowed.  “When Lettie told me you would be here I just had to come and see for myself.  My, my, you do seem pleased to see me, I must say.  I’ve always wanted to have you by the balls, and now it looks like I’ve got you by the prick as well.  Sorry to disappoint you, but I’m going to stop in a minute.  Apart from anything else, my fingers are getting sticky.  But don’t be too disappointed - I think Lettie will want a word with you as well in a minute.”
She let go of him, dismissed his now fully erect member with a wicked little flick of her finger, and retreated smirking into the pack.  Someone else then thoughtfully lifted his little skirt and tucked the hem into the waistband, revealing his tumescence for all to see, and providing the perfect photo opportunity. Shirley, deciding that Mitch had done his duty, called the group to move onto the next stop.  But as they filed out of the door, Lettie, Molly and Cassidy lingered behind.

[Sandra B]

146.
“Guard the door, Molly,” said Lettie.  She approached Mitch, and stood directly in front of him.  She was dressed in a short-sleeved white jumper, a short black pleated skirt, and black boots.
“So this is what keeps you so busy?  So busy you don’t have time even to ring me?”
“N-no, Lettie…  Please…  I’ve been so busy at school, and what with exams…  And then there was camp…”
“Don’t give me that bullshit.  Camp?  From what I heard through the grapevine it was more of a Scout orgy.  So who or what were you into?  Well, I don’t even want to know.  If you can’t give me what I want, there’s always Cassidy…”
Cassidy sidled over, smirking.  Lettie thought nothing of him.  He was an idiot, but a randy one, and for the time being he provided what Mitch didn’t.  And today he was going to be the instrument of her resentment.
She looked disdainfully as his erection.
“You look as though you enjoyed Molly’s attention.  You’ve had your fun, as usual.  Now it’s time for me to have mine.  Cassidy?  Get to it, boy.”
Cassidy, leering at Mitch, calmly unzipped his jeans and took out his stiffening pen-is.  Lettie looked over her shoulder at him and pouted, simultaneously flipping up the back of her skirt, exposing her bare bottom.  He licked his lips, and in less than a minute his member was hard and twitching impatiently.  He produced a condom and began to roll it on. 
“I never bother with panties when I’m with Cassidy,” she said airily.  “I never know when he might jump on me and fuc-k me silly.”  She took hold of two of the bars of the cage on either side of Mitch.
“Lettie…  Please don’t…”
“Why do you care?  When was the last time…  Aaahh!”
Cassidy had entered her in one firm thrust.
“fuc-k, Lets, you’re so wet…”
He started to pound her with steady, powerful strokes, jolting her body and making the cage rattle.  Lettie looked Mitch straight in the eye.
“See?  Ah!  This is what I need.  Oh god!  Cass, don’t stop!   fuc-k me till I come!”
Her eyes were closed now.  Mitch was trembling all over.  It was so painful, yet…

She held out for two or three minutes.  During that time Mitch struggled furiously against his bonds, despite knowing it was hopeless.  Yes he couldn’t take his eyes off his ex-girlfriend, impaled on Cassidy's rigid pen-is, and moaning and panting in ecstasy.  Cassidy came first, with a groan of pleasure, and his orgasm triggered hers, sending shock waves through her body.  Molly had drifted away from the door and was watching them with rapt attention.  When Lettie's climax finally subsided, he withdrew, sliding the full condom off his softening member.  Lettie, flushed and breathing hard, pulled herself upright.
“There,” she gasped.  “I feel better now.  That’s what happens when you abandon me.  And if you ever want to come crawling back you’ll not only have to satisfy me, but whatever bloke I happen to be dating at the time.”  She glanced at his panties.  “You’re still hard.  Did you enjoy that, then?  You pervert!  But then I knew that.”
“I’m a pervert?” wailed Mitch.  “How could you…?”
“All right.  So am I.  I enjoyed that more because you and Molly were watching.  But you knew that about me anyway.  Which is why we should be together – maybe not all the time, but at least every now and then.”  She became serious for a moment.  “Mitch,” she whispered.  “It’s not about the sex.  It’s you I miss.”
“Guys,” hissed Molly.  “I think the next group’s about to…”
Before she could finish her sentence the door opened and Stephen the Scout marched in.  He stopped, startled.
Lettie laughed shortly.  “One of your cute little friends, Mitch.  Cass?  Give me that condom.”
She took it, knotted it, quickly knelt down, and tucked it in the top of his knee sock.
“That should intrigue them,” she smiled.