The Indulgences of Isabelle

by Penny Birch

  I let him, and took Choker in my mouth to help him get hard, sucking eagerly while I tossed off Stan's cock and Jack's prick stiffened against my sex and between my bum cheeks. A moment later I felt my cunt fill, a glorious sensation after so long. They'd made me into a spit roast, rocking back and forth with one cock in my mouth and another up my pussy-hole. At that moment the interior light went on.

  'Filthy little bitch!' Edna spat. 'And you a college girl and all – not that you're any better than the rest of us, sleeping with that Katie West. Little tarts, the pair of you!'

  Every word she spoke sent a stab of humiliation through me – perfect sexual humiliation. She was right. Katie and I were a pair of little tarts, playing spanking games and licking each other's cunts every weekend, and with other women several times a term. I was a filthy little bitch too, a complete slut, only too pleased to indulge men, women, one at a time or all together, as long as I was thoroughly used.

  'Can it, Edna, I'm going to spunk!' Jack grated. He'd begun to fuck me at a furious pace, jamming his cock in and out of my cunt-hole so fast and so hard that I lost my breath and Choker's cock slipped out of my mouth.

  An instant later and Jack was there, first up my hole and then all over my bottom, jerking himself and swearing viciously as hot come splashed out onto my bare skin. Edna hadn't taken kindly to being told to shut up and she gave him a barrage of abuse, which he ignored as he finished himself off over my cheeks and wiped his helmet on my anus. Choker, now erect, caught me by the hair, pulling my head back into his lap and I took him in again.

  'I've got to fuck her,' Stan grunted, and then he was clambering over my body as I began to move my head up and down on Choker's cock.

  Jack moved back, Stan eased himself in up my hole and I was on a spit roast again, only now I was basted with spunk as well. I put my hand back, determined to come while they used me, to find my panties sticky with Jack's mess and more jism gushing out of my gaping pussy as Stan Tierney pumped himself in and out. His balls were slapping at my fingers as I started to rub my cunt and I snatched them, squashing them against my pussy to masturbate with.

  'What are you doing, you mad bitch!?' Tierney yelped. 'Ow! Isabelle!'

  'The dirty fucking tart!' Edna grunted.

  I didn't even slow down, crushing Stan's scrotum against my slippery cunt and bumping his balls onto my clitoris, my orgasm rising in my head even as Choker jammed his erection deep into my gullet. My stomach lurched as he began to fuck my throat, Tierney cried out again in pain and I was there, riding my orgasm on their cocks, one in at either end as deep as they would go, for one long perfect moment before everything seemed to explode. Spunk squirted from my nose as Choker came down my throat. Tierney snatched my hand away from his balls and began to drive himself into me once more, calling me a bitch over and over again until he too reached his orgasm.

  He did it right up me, while Choker was still holding me down on his cock, so that gushes of spunk exploded from my nose, my mouth and my cunt at the same instant, filling my panties and soiling my jumper, and all the while I was still snatching at myself, greedy for more as peak after peak of orgasm ran through me until I collapsed as the men finally let go of my body. I was coughing up spunk, with more oozing from my open cunt hole behind, all in full view of the disgusted Edna as Tierney moved to one side. As I felt a clot of Jack and Stan's mingled mess fall into my lowered panties she delivered her verdict.

  'A common whore, that's what she is, for all her airs and graces.'

  There was nobody to blame but myself. I'd got drunk and I'd given in, allowing Stan Tierney of all people to touch me up, to make me hold his cock, to suck him. He'd shared me with his dirty friends, spitroasting me on the floor of a minibus, using me back and front as a receptacle for their spunk. No, I'd done all of that, but I hadn't been made to do anything. I'd been willing from start to finish, and in front of a woman who had been utterly disgusted by my behaviour. They hadn't even manipulated me.

  The next morning I lay staring at the ceiling of my room, aghast at my own behaviour. My head was throbbing from the whisky and my mouth and pussy were sore from the fuckings, but none of that physical discomfort seemed to matter next to what I'd done, with each awful detail running through my head over and over again.

  Letting the men have me hadn't been the end of it, not by a long way. Afterwards I'd thought I was going to be sick and Edna had helped me out of the van and into the bushes. I'd managed to keep my dinner down, but she'd still been telling me off and I'd propositioned her, suggesting that if I was such a naughty girl she ought to spank me. She'd told me she had a good mind to do it, at which I'd suggested it ought to be over her knee and with my panties down in front of the men. That had earned me a slap in the face, which had at least sobered me up enough not to proposition her for actual sex. She'd also had to hold me up while I peed in the bushes, and had had to help me wipe the men's mess off my bottom and my pussy. I'd never be able to look her in the face again.

  Once back in the minibus I'd passed out, which had probably been for the best. Instead of taking me home for more, Tierney had adjusted my clothes and dropped me off at St George's. I could vaguely remember the porters laughing over the state I was in, but as Tierney was a scout he'd simply claimed that he'd found me staggering drunkenly around the town and no questions had been asked. That meant no trouble from my college, for which I was duly grateful, as indeed I had been to Tierney, allowing him to feel me up as he stripped me and put me to bed and even giving his cock a last quick suck before he left.

  I washed at my sink, but my efforts to tell myself that I was somehow washing the men's dirt from my body came to nothing. They'd taken what I'd offered, no more, and if they'd been rough with me that was simply their nature. To pretend that they had tricked me, let alone forced me, would have been dishonest, both to them and to myself.

  For the rest of the morning I stayed in my room with the curtains drawn, feeling sorry for myself and trying to resist the gradually rising urge to masturbate over what I'd done. Finally I realised that the only way to save myself was to get up and go into hall for something to eat. As I picked at a cheese salad I was thinking through the likely consequences of what had happened. On the good side Tierney was sure to be impressed by my behaviour, and if he thought he was going to get more of the same he would, hopefully, leave the Rattaners alone. Unfortunately he was sure to expect another session before the end of term, a thought that set me biting my lip with chagrin. I still needed to make sure there was a connection between him and the Owl, and then break it.

  Choker and Jack didn't matter, because they were Tierney's creatures and would follow his lead, so as long as I stayed clear of the Red Ox they wouldn't be a problem. Edna was another matter, and it was even possible that she would report my behaviour to the authorities. Sleeping with Katie was one thing, and acceptable as long as we were discreet, but group sex with three men from Cowley was sure to cause comment, maybe even get me sent down. I was going to have to speak to Edna. I was also going to have to speak to Katie, because it was only fair to warn her, but I would have to pretend Tierney had taken advantage of me or she'd be upset.

  Then there was my bike. If I reported it stolen, the police and therefore the college authorities were going to want to know what I'd been doing in Bicester. While there was no rule against playing darts in seedy pubs, questions might be asked and that again might land me in trouble. They would want to speak to Tierney, and maybe to Edna as well, which could only be a bad thing, while the chances of recovering the bike were pretty slim anyway. It wasn't even insured, and I had no spare money to buy another one.

  I had meant to walk up to Foxson after lunch, but I simply couldn't face it. My head hurt, my legs ached, and my jaw muscles were sore from too much cocksucking, making it painful to speak. It made more sense to get an early night and go first thing in the morning. That way I could catch not only Katie but also Edna, which would spare me an embarrassing and possibly disastrous tri
p to the Red Ox to find out where she lived. Mike would probably tell me, while the others, especially Tierney, were sure to expect something in return, something rude. As always, the thought disgusted me, and yet I was thinking of the possibilities as I stripped off and collapsed back into bed.

  Sleep caught up with me before I could disgrace myself, but my dreams were full of rough lecherous men who were eager to abuse me, and when I woke up again I immediately knew there was no hope of avoiding it. My nipples were stiff, my pussy was wet, and a thousand dirty thoughts were crowding into my head all at once. It was warm, and dark, making it all too easy to give in as my hand snaked down under my belly to find my sex.

  I was face down, and I'd woken clutching my pillow, which I pushed down to raise my hips as I remembered how dirty and how eager I'd been, and how wonderful it had felt. The men had well and truly used me, but I knew it could have been worse, and in my imagination it was. I thought of how Edna might have taken me up on my offer and spanked my bare bottom in front of the men. They'd have thought it was hilarious, and the sight of me naked and wriggling in my pain would have got them going again.

  Once she'd finished they'd have fucked me as they had before, one cock in my mouth and one up my pussy, laughing and jeering as I was made into a spit-roast for their amusement. All the while Edna would have been calling me a slut and a whore, and telling me that I needed to be spanked more often. She'd do it again, and would keep me held down across her knee while the men had me from either end, first Tierney with his lovely big cock in my mouth while I was still being spanked, then Jack entering me from behind.

  That was a particularly satisfying fantasy, so I got up onto my knees and pushed the bedclothes down, imagining myself held down firmly across Edna's lap while the men used me. Perhaps, when she realised just what a little slut I really was, she would decide to take advantage herself, not by making me lick her but by whoring me out to passing motorists. She'd put up a sign by the road, offering me for sale, with the words 'Cheap Tart' in large red letters to describe me.

  I'd be kneeling in the damp grass by the roadside, with one man up me and another in my mouth, again and again as I struggled to satisfy a queue that would grow faster than I could satisfy them. Already I was on the edge of orgasm, teasing my clitoris with a single finger as I imagined myself being sold, a cheap tart, available to anyone for anything at ten pounds a time – no, five pounds, or even one. I wouldn't even get the money. Edna would take most of it and give Tierney, Jack and Choker the rest as a treat for reducing me to a state in which I could be casually whored out.

  Maybe Edna would need to hold me in place across her knee, applying occasional spankings to keep me in mind of who I was, what I was, and to amuse the men. No, I'd be too willing, eager for every indignity, swallowing spunk and guiding the men's cocks in up my slippery hole. Soon I'd be too slippery. Some bastard would complain that he couldn't get enough friction up my cunt and demand his money back. Edna would tell him to bugger me instead and up his huge erect cock would go, up my bottom-hole, jammed in so deep that his balls would be pressing against my empty cunt as he used me.

  At the thought of being sodomised for a pound it all got too much. I came, screaming into my pillow, clutching at my cunt, and at the last moment I put my other hand back to stick one finger in up my sweaty, slippery bottom-hole.

  Seven

  The reality of Edna was very different from the fantasy, and I was feeling pretty glum as I set off on foot towards Foxson the next morning. Katie at least could be counted on to be understanding, even if my confession wasn't going to do much for my role as her dominant, self-controlled partner. Facing Edna was an appalling prospect, though, and worse because I would almost certainly have to ask to speak to her in front of her fellow scouts, who would probably have been told all about me.

  It took a lot of courage simply to keep walking, but as I entered the main gate of Foxson I stopped in my tracks. There, resting against a post at one end of the college bike shed, was my bicycle. At first I thought I had to be mistaken, and that it was just another one of the same make and colour, but closer inspection proved that it really was mine. Even the chain was with it, complete with padlock but sawn through.

  The only feasible explanation seemed to be that it had been found and that Edna had brought it back to Foxson because she didn't know which college I was at. Nothing else fitted, but there was no sign of her, nor of any of the other scouts. There was a single porter on duty who made me wait for ages before he would condescend to speak to me and seemed to resent answering a simple question and taking a note for Edna to say I would be in Katie's room. This left me angry as well as puzzled as I made my way up.

  It was still a few minutes before eight, so I knocked gently and let myself in, meaning to wake Katie with a kiss if she was still asleep. She was, but she was not alone. Beside her a round head stuck up above the covers and beneath the duvet was the outline of a rounded hip, features immediately recognisable as those of the Owl. As I stood there staring the facts slipped slowly into place. The Owl was in league with Tierney, intimately. She had been in Bicester, and had pinched my bike to order so that I'd have to go back in the minibus. Then she'd ridden it back herself, come to Foxson and seduced my girlfriend while I was being fucked silly by Tierney and his friends.

  My temper snapped. One hard wrench and the covers were off the bed, revealing Katie in her nightie and the Owl in panties and top. Another hard wrench and the Owl's panties were down, exposing her fat white bottom to the light streaming in through Katie's curtains. She gave a squeak of surprise and tried to turn around, but I was ready for that and grabbed her arm, twisting it up behind her back even as I laid into her bottom, spanking her with every ounce of my strength. Katie jerked upright, her mouth wide in astonishment as she saw me.

  'Isabelle! What—'

  'Believe me, she has this coming to her!' I snapped back, still spanking the struggling, wailing Owl.

  'We only shared a bed!' Katie exclaimed. 'Isabelle, stop it!'

  The Owl was howling her head off, while her big round bottom cheeks were already flushed a rich pink, but it was the alarm in Katie's voice that brought me to my senses. I stopped, but I kept my grip on Amy Jane's wrist.

  'It's nothing to do with you sleeping together,' I said. 'Go on, Amy Jane, tell Katie what you've done.'

  The Owl's answer was incoherent, but just to hear her squeaky, piping voice brought my anger back to the boil. I laid in again, spanking her as hard as I could across both fat bum cheeks, only to stop again at the sound of another – horribly familiar – voice.

  'Why, you dirty little bitches!'

  I twisted around to find Edna standing in the doorway, her great brown hands on her gigantic hips, her dark moon face set in an expression of astonishment and outrage. Before I could react she had slammed the door and I had been thrust hard down on the bed, falling across Katie and the Owl so that I was bottom up as Edna's massive fist closed on the scruff of my neck.

  'So you like a bit of spanking, do you, you filthy stuck-up little whores!' she screamed. 'I'll show you, I will. I'll show you what a real spanking is like, you dirty, filthy—'

  She broke off, too furious even to speak properly, and now it was my turn to squeal in shock and helpless outrage as my skirt was hauled high to show off the seat of my tights and the panties beneath, only for it all to be jerked down in one brutal wrench. Now my bottom was bare. Edna hit me, her hand landing across my bum cheeks to jam me down on top of the Owl who was struggling frantically underneath me, her own hot bare cheeks rubbing against my tummy as she squirmed. Katie was screaming and batting at Edna's arms, which only served to enrage the big woman even more and ensure that my spanking was delivered with a force far beyond anything I had ever suffered before. When it suddenly stopped my first sensation was relief, then a sick feeling as I caught a new voice, male and full of authority.

  'What in God's name is going on here? Catherine? Mrs Jellaby?'

  Edna
had let go of my neck, and I jerked up my panties and tights as she began to babble an explanation that was half apology and half righteous indignation.

  '. . . Right here, all three of them in the same bed, it's not right,' she finished as I finally managed to find my feet.

  The man standing in the doorway was of medium height, lean, grey-haired and very, very angry. He was also familiar to me as Dr Smith, a member of the history faculty and Dean of Foxson College.

  The four of us stood in a line in front of Dr Smith's desk, myself, Katie, the Owl and Edna. I felt sick to my stomach, I couldn't control my blushes or my shaking, and I was on the verge of tears. Katie and the Owl were both crying, but Edna's homely features were set in an obstinate scowl. Dr Smith's anger had faded to exasperation, but there was little or no sympathy in his voice as he spoke.

  'I wish to know precisely what happened,' he demanded, 'from each of you. Mrs Jellaby?'

  'I'm a union member, you need to know that,' Edna answered him without the least hesitation, 'and if I lost my temper, sir, then I say it ain't surprising. It's a disgrace, it is, the way students carry on nowadays, sharing their rooms, and girls too. I try not to say anything, but three girls together in bed, and playing their dirty games, that's too much, and I know what that Isabelle is like, because just on Saturday night she did something you would not like to hear about, and—'

  'Mrs Jellaby, please.' Dr Smith interrupted the flow of words, during which I'd been growing ever more embarrassed, although I wouldn't have thought it possible. 'Now, you say you caught Miss West in bed with Miss Colraine and Miss Moffat?'

  'I did,' Edna confirmed.