Slowly Allison felt herself going mad as she teetered on the brink of climax. She was getting beyond rationalizing or considering what was normal or abnormal. The pressure in her belly was incredible. Was it from the beer, or was it something much more primal, much more unknown? The girl wasn't sure and didn't particularly care. All she wanted was to feel that itchiness between her thighs give way to something far more powerful, something that would make her hysterically happy.
A flash of hotness chilled the center of her cunt. Was this it? Oh God, was she going to cum now? Erika was bouncing up and down almost as hard as she was. The woman had moved both hands down now and was holding the sides of Allison's head. She was screaming, babbling incoherent phrases while fanning out her fingers along the girl's cheeks and pressing in hard with her fingertips.
"Oh bitch, bitch! Stick me with that tongue you little blonde bitch!"
She could call her anything she wanted, Allison didn't care. Her firm asscheeks bounced up and down furiously on the plastic dildo, jiggling against one another. How close she had come several times to piercing her cherry! And now.
"Ohhhhhhh God!" Erika cried, her thighs stiffening, pressing up hard while her head snapped back. She was making awful sounds with her throat, the cords of her neck standing out. Allison felt the woman's cuntlips fluttering madly against her lips and tongue and in an instant she realized Erika was cumming.
Her own climax came shortly afterward, peaking like a thunderbolt. She quivered in the stack, feeling hot chilly flashes run through her pussy like a series of maddening tidal waves. Oh, nothing in the world could have been as good as cumming. Nothing! She jerked and thrashed, keeping her face buried in Erika's pussy, licking up and down while the big blonde woman continued to scream.
And then in a moment or two it was over. Her punishment was over, at least for now. Allison heard Erika sighing and she sighed too. Over, finally over.
CHAPTER FOUR
Allison moved like a zombie for the next few days, avoiding conversation when she could, answering questions directly posed to her with simple answers. Even her new friend, sweet Janie, couldn't bring her out. She would sit on her bed after class and stare at the books, pretending to study but really thinking about that awful scene in that room.
She could still smell Erika's cunt as it folded around her nose and tongue, pressing up against her chin, creaming all over her cheeks. And the climax! Both of them had cum so violently! It was as if someone had dropped a bomb into the room. Allison had forgotten about the spigot up her ass, about the beer, about the dildo rubbing up and down against her pussy membranes. All she could think about was that hot cunt rubbing against her lips and her own throbbing clit.
After the scene Miss Vennestroom had unfastened the stock and helped her out, warning the girl not to tell anyone about this or she would really be punished. She was also made to promise she wouldn't smuggle cigarettes or liquor or any of the other forbidden things into the school. Allison agreed glumly, unable to stare the headmistress in the eye as she dressed. It seemed so strange that they were talking like this and dressing simply after all that had occurred between them only seconds ago. The girl expected something to be different.
But life went on as if nothing had happened at all. Miss Vennestroom had carefully pinned her hair back up, smoothed down her gown and mumbled something about the two of them badly needing a shower. She unlocked the door and let Allison out first. Again she warned the girl not to say anything and to "keep clean".
It was four days later that trouble broke out again between Allison and Patty Harrington. It was shortly after dinner and the girls were cleaning up the dishes. Janie was still trying to cheer up her friend.
"Come on, Allison. Things can't be that bad. I didn't think too much of this place at first," Janie said, wiping her hands on the towel after stacking some of the dishes. "But flow it's not too bad. Do like me. Study hard. I see you studying your books. Just lose yourself in the books."
"Too bad she couldn't lose herself for good," Patty commented, overhearing the last sentence. She was busy putting the dishes away in the cabinet with her friends and had been busily listening to the two girls talking.
"Why don't you just can it, Patty," Janie said, wrinkling her forehead. "You've got work to do just like the rest of us."
"Well, that may be true," Patty sniffed, putting both hands on her hips and tilting her head back haughtily. "But at least I don't have to do it. My parents are pretty well off," she added, emphasizing "pretty", looking smugly down at the two girls. "They didn't have to scrimp to send me here."
"Patty Harrington…"
"It's all right," Allison said, putting down the plates and staring her adversary. "Money can't buy everything, Patty. It won't get you looks or intelligence or even win back your cherry." She had heard about a recent incident involving Patty and some boy near her high school.
Patty's face blanched. Although she had secretly giggled over what had happened that night, it was still an embarrassment to have that knowledge publicly broadcasted.
"Bitch!"
Patty threw herself at the young blonde teen, scratching at her face and kicking wildly while the other girls stood by too shocked to do anything. The wild melee quickly attracted the attention of several teachers who came rushing into the kitchen.
"Girls, girls."
It took three male instructors to pry Patty and Allison part. The two teenagers were screaming at one another, calling each other filthy names while still trying to claw and kick. Allison was taken back into the empty dining room while Patty was dragged away toward the school infirmary.
"Just sit. I'm sure Miss Vennestroom will want to speak to you," one of the teachers said to Allison, brushing his hair from his eyes and marching out the double doors.
Allison felt her stomach turn over. Miss Vennestroom! She remembered what the headmistress had said about keeping out of trouble. Things would happen to her, things far more worse than that beer enema! Dropping her head into her hands Allison sobbed in terror, wishing she had ignored Patty and gone on drying the dishes.
The summons came quickly via one of the girls. Allison got up and marched through the double doorway, feeling like a martyr on the way to the cross. The polished hall floor gleamed evilly as she turned and entered the headmistress' office once again.
"Sit down, Allison," Erika said icily, signaling for the student to close the door.
The blonde felt her chest tightening with fear as the headmistress stood up from behind her desk. She was wearing a long white dress that was pulled tightly around her waist and ass. Her hair was still pinned in a tight bun in the back of her head.
"Miss Vennestroom, I…"
"Please," Erika said, putting one hand up to stop her. "I told you what would happen if you got into trouble again."
"But Patty…"
"Yes, yes, I know," Erika said impatiently, wrinkling her forehead. "The Harrington girl is difficult. But her father gives a good deal of money to this school so I have to overlook many of her transgressions. This time, I'm not so sure I'll be able to," she added thoughtfully. "But the problem now is with you, not her."
Allison trembled, her fingers fluttering in her lap like frightened animals.
"I think perhaps you should see our school doctor," Erika said, her lips curling up into a smile. "Yes, I think the doctor would be very good for you. Also, he'll examine you to make sure you haven't hurt yourself in this unfortunate incident. I'll call him." Erika picked up the receiver and punched several buttons.