{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"f037c324-ec0c-4a26-9ebd-681088affb54","seriesId":null,"seriesName":null,"currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2021-11-02T21:05:18.454Z","title":"The Initiation Of Hermione Barraclough","slug":"the-initiation-of-hermione-barraclough","shortId":"ymX4aK1i","authorNote":null,"disclaimer":null,"type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"Three girls decide to teach their snooty friend a lesson in sexual manners.","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"22232bf4-1077-4427-b3d2-138b65ffb2c5","title":null,"summary":"\n\nChapter 1.\n\n \n\nIt was a week short of Hermione’s nineteenth birthday, and\nher friends, Chante","wordCount":5873,"readTime":29,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"\n\n

Chapter 1.

\n\n

It was a week short of Hermione’s nineteenth birthday, and\nher friends, Chantelle, Coralline and Georgianna, were planning a\nsurprise. Hermione had had a bit of a\ndisagreement with her mother over her party. \nHer birthday was on the Saturday, but she had demanded to take her\nfriends out clubbing that night, spoiling her mother’s plans for a family\ngathering. She had sworn at her poor\nmother in front of her friends, and reduced her to tears, then stormed out of\nthe house leaving the other three to comfort her.

\n\n

“She can be so horrible, sometimes,” sobbed Mrs\nBarraclough. “I know you’re all grown up\nnow, but I just thought it would be nice…”

\n\n

“She can be a bitch, all right” murmured Coralline.

\n\n

“I was thinking of inviting her cousins, and Malcolm wanted\nto invite his friends from Scouts – they’re all in love with her, you know –\nand we were going to have lots of food and cakes and everything, and I was\nhoping she’d wear that nice blue dress I bought her for her last birthday….”

\n\n

Her cousins were two boys about her own age, and Malcolm was\nher step-brother, less than a year younger than her, who was not averse to using his pretty sister to increase\nhis own circle of friends.

\n\n

“Never mind, Mrs Barraclough…Debbie. But you know how she likes to pretend to be\nso grown up. That’s why she wanted to go\nout with us.”

\n\n

“Oh, I know, don’t you worry. She refuses to wear a dress now. Or anything I suggest. It has to be something really “cool” or\nsexy. I wouldn’t mind, but she’s so rude\nto me, and she ignores Malcolm a lot of the time. We’re her family, for goodness’ sake. The only one she’s got.”

\n\n

Things only got worse over the next couple of days. When Hermione returned home, she let fly as\nsoon as she got in the door.

\n\n

“And don’t you start again, mother! It’s my fucking life now, and I’ll do just as\nI please! I’m not colluding in your\nlittle kid’s party plans with the cousins and Malcolm’s snotty little friends\nand the cakes and jellies and balloons and fuck knows what else! So keep your nose out of it!”

\n\n

Her mother was aghast. \n“You rude, rude girl! If\nyou were a few years younger I’d put you over my knee and spank your\nbottom! How can you say such\nthings?”

\n\n

“Oh, sod off and leave me alone!” With which remark she stomped off to her room\nat the back of the house and slammed the door.

\n\n

The Barracloughs lived in a rather posh bungalow on a\nprivate estate. Debbie Barraclough had had\na good payoff when she divorced her husband. \nThere was a hint of snobbishness in her character, and her daughter had\ncome to believe she was one of nature’s privileged few - well-off, good-looking\nand intelligent. She demanded the best\nof everything, ignored her mother, and gave herself airs. Her friends tolerated her haughtiness without\napproving it. The four of them had been\ntogether since they started in secondary school, and now they were in the final\nyear of the sixth form. They were not\ngoing to give up on her easily, but all three knew she needed some sort of\nlesson, without ever having articulated the fact.

\n\n

Chapter 2.

\n\n

But that was not all they knew about Hermione. The three girls had regular, if not steady,\nboyfriends, but until recently Hermione’s relationships had remained something\nof a mystery. She had had many of them,\nbut none lasted very long. So they\nstarted doing a bit of investigating. When,\na few weeks earlier, Chantelle started going out with Gregory, one of\nHermione’s exes, she used her sexual wiles slowly to extract the information\nshe wanted. Well, maybe not slowly. Gregory was a talker once you got him going,\nand he spilled the beans without too much coercion. She had lured him back to her flat.

\n\n

“So, I suppose you had much more fun with Hermione, didn’t\nyou?” she remarked, as she sat astride him gently riding him into a state of\nsexual ecstasy. She was an expert\nhorsewoman, and new just what she was about. \nEach time she rose in the saddle, as it were, she used the muscles of\nher pussy to squeeze his penis, milking him like a cow. Under that sort of treatment, it wasn’t long before the words began to flow.

\n\n

“Ah, Chan…oh! \nPlease…oh god…Hermione…she’s...ooh!...weird…ah…”

\n\n

“Weird? How “weird”?”

\n\n

“Stop a minute, please, or I’m gonna cum, and I don’t want\nto, not yet.”

\n\n

“Okay. I’m sitting\nstill. Now tell me. Come on. \nIf you don’t want me to dismount and make the coffee right now.”

\n\n

“Okay, okay. Don’t go\nanywhere.” He puffed for a few seconds,\ngetting his breath back. “Yeah, well, see,\nthe thing with her is…how can I put it? \nShe’s terribly…sort of fastidious. Yeah, that’s the word. Fastidious. \nSo, like, before she starts she has to take off all her clothes and hang\nthem up, well away from where the actions gonna be. And then – you won’t believe this – then, she\nproduces these surgical gloves, little tight transparent latex gloves, and sort\nof manipulates it till it’s nice and stiff and to her satisfaction, then she\nrolls on the condom – she brings were own, big long ones with tight necks so\nthey go right up over your balls and won’t come off.”

\n\n

“You serious?”

\n\n

“Totally. Only then\nare you allowed to fuck. And get\nthis. When you’re done, on goes the\ngloves again, she takes off the condom, ties it off with this expression on her\nface, like sort of distaste, and dumps it in a plastic bag. Then before you can cuddle or anything, out\ncomes the baby wipes and she cleans every drop of sperm off your prick, then\ndumps them and her gloves in the plastic bag and puts it in the bin. She holds it at arms-length, and I swear once\nI heard her mutter, “disgusting”, as she did it!”

\n\n

“What? Is she\nallergic to semen or something?”

\n\n

“Something like that. \nCos, blow-jobs? Never had one off\nher. She told me from the first, she doesn’t\ndo ‘em!”

\n\n

“Wow, Greg! That’s\nso…interesting! I had no idea!”

\n\n

“Don’t tell ‘er I told you, will you?”

\n\n

“No, no, course not.”

\n\n

“I think it’s cos she fancies herself as sort of superior,\nyou know, sort of pure and chaste, beautiful and sophisticated at the same\ntime. A sort of princess. I mean, she likes sex but only in a sort of\nsanitised way. I think she’s disgusted\nby the very idea of sperm, and if she ever actually got a drop on her clothes,\nI think she’d be horrified! She’d\nprobably have to burn the lot!”

\n\n

“She wasn’t much fun, then?”

\n\n

“Not much, no, to be honest.”

\n\n

Chantelle had registered Gregory wilting a little during\nthis revelation, so she thought it time to restore his enthusiasm. She began thrusting gently with her hips till\nhis penis began to fill and lengthen inside her.

\n\n

“Ahh, Gregory,” she sighed, “you know you don’t have that\nproblem with me, don’t you? After I’ve\nsqueezed out half your spunk with my pussy, my mouth is going to drain the\nrest…”

\n\n

“Oh, god…Chantelle….”

\n\n

Chapter 3.

\n\n

After Gregory had finally passed out, Chantelle sat for some\ntime musing on what she had found out. \nShe was eager to share her discovery with her friends, but she was going\nto save it for the pub the next day. She\nsmiled as she picked up her clothes and the four condoms Gregory had been\ninduced to fill and headed for the shower. \n

\n\n

When the next day she related what Gregory had divulged, Coralline\nand Georgianna were gobsmacked. They\nstared at her open-mouthed but speechless. \nGeorgianna was the first to speak.

\n\n

“Whoa, Chantie, if that’s really true…”

\n\n

“It is. Greg wasn’t\nin any state to tell me lies.”

\n\n

“It explains a lot,” said Coralline. “All those short relationships…”

\n\n

“Yes. She really\nneeds to lose those inhibitions,” continued Georgianna, “otherwise she’s never\ngonna have a proper boyfriend. But all\nthe same…” She giggled. “I mean, you have to admit, it’s sort of\nfunny, isn’t it? Makes sense\nthough. She just as picky about who she\ndates in the first place…”

\n\n

“About everything,” added Chantelle. “She thinks she’s posh, and a little bit\nbetter than everybody else.”

\n\n

“Yeah, it’s true. \nOnce she told me she’d really like to have a maid…”

\n\n

“True Georgie?” gasped Coralline. “What a pretentious cow…”

\n\n

“Yes, she hates getting her own hands dirty,” said\nGeorgianna.

\n\n

“Or sticky,” smiled Chantelle. She lowered her voice. “Look, girls, I’ve been developing an idea\nsince I was with Gregory. I’d like you\nto tell me what you think…”

\n\n

Chapter 4.

\n\n

In the weeks that followed, running up to Hermione’s\nbirthday, the three girls behaved as if they had a mission. As Hermione saw it, that mission included\nsleeping with as many blokes as they could, and as frequently as they\ncould. The truth was rather stranger. They were seeing a lot of their male\ncontemporaries, but, (except in a few special cases like Chantelle and Gregory),\nthey were not having sex with them. And\nthe fact they were mainly Hermione’s ex-partners of course made her distaste\nall the more acute.

\n\n

“Frankly, girls, I find your behaviour slightly disgusting,”\nshe sneered. “It’s not the sort of\nbehaviour you would ever catch me partaking in. I like to select my men a little more\ncarefully.”

\n\n

“So we’ve heard,” laughed Georgianna. “Very selective, you are.”

\n\n

“Meaning what?” said Hermione, bridling up.

\n\n

“Oh, nothing. Come on\nHermione, don’t blame us. We’re just\ngoing through a sexy phase, that’s all,” smiled Chantelle, propitiatingly. “Look, I’ve got an idea. Let’s all get together at yours next Friday\nafter school. We’ve got a few things\nwe’d like to show you.”

\n\n

“Really? What?”

\n\n

“Oh, we can’t say, silly,” grinned Coralline. “Could just possibly be something to do\nwith…the next day? Right?”

\n\n

“Oh, okay.” Hermione\ncouldn’t disguise a faint self-satisfied smile. \nThey’d got her a present, and they wanted to give it to her at\nhome. Fair enough. “I’m getting a makeover and hairdo at five,\nthough, so I won’t be back till six. Mum\nand Malcolm are out all the evening, but if you want to go round straight from\nschool you’ve got a key.”

\n\n

“Perfect!” cried Chantelle

\n\n

The next step in their plan involved Mrs Barraclough. Chantelle approached her on the Monday.

\n\n

“Debbie? Do you have\na moment?”

\n\n

“Of course, Chantelle dear.”

\n\n

“It’s about Hermione’s birthday.”

\n\n

“Oh, that.”

\n\n

“Yes, well, I know she was horrible about the idea of a\nparty and everything, but I think inside she’d really like it. I think if you surprised her, she’d just\nmelt…”

\n\n

“Really? Do you\nreally think so?”

\n\n

“I’m almost certain. \nShe said something to us about that blue dress. Said it’s actually the only glamorous low-cut\ndress she has. She sounded quite\nnostalgic…”

\n\n

“Goodness. Maybe I\nlisten too much to the words, and not enough to the spirit. I mean, she was such a sweet little girl when\nshe was younger.”

\n\n

“She’s still sweet underneath all that bravado. Look, I heard you’re going to be out on the\nFriday evening, and I know she’s planning a little get-together at the house\nwith a few of the boys she likes. I even\nthink she going to wear the dress, and have balloons and cakes and stuff. It’s just a suggestion, but you could spring\na little surprise on her with the cousins and the boys…”

\n\n

“Do you really think so? \nI can cancel my night out easily.”

\n\n

“It’s just a thought. \nYou may be pleasantly surprised.”

\n\n

“What time will she be there?”

\n\n

“I think they’re starting about seven. If you all arrived, say, at eight…?”

\n\n

“We’ll do it Chantelle! \nThank you so much! What about you\nand the girls? Will you be able to make\nit?”

\n\n

“Oh, yes, absolutely! \nWe wouldn’t miss it for the world. \nWe’ll meet you outside at eight, shall we?”

\n\n

“Perfect, darling!”

\n\n

Chapter 5.

\n\n

It was Friday evening. \nThe girls had let themselves into the house, made their way to\nHermione’s room, and were getting things ready. \nIn the middle of the room Coralline and Georgianna were setting up a\nchild’s paddling pool – a round one with inflatable base and sides and six\naluminium supports to keep the sides firm. It was pale blue with yellow fishes and red\nstarfishes all over it. Chantelle had\nfound Hermione’s blue taffeta party dress and had laid it on the bed. It would have looked all right on a twelve\nyear old – short puffy sleeves with lace frills, and a short bouncy skirt lined\nwith crinolines. No-one their age would\nhave been seen dead in it. On the chest\nwas a stripy pink box with a big red ribbon around it. Once the pool was ready, the girls began\nblowing up party balloons, and hanging them around the walls. Chantelle stood on a chair pinning them to\nthe cornice in bunches of two or three. \nOnce that was done, it was Coralline’s turn to make her contribution to\nthe party. She was a bit of a\nphotography buff, and she secured two miniature video cameras high up on the\nside walls, pointing down at the pool.

\n\n

“There,” she said, as she stepped down. “I can start these remotely, and after the\nevening’s over, we’ll be able to review everything that happened.. I do hope it all goes to plan.”

\n\n

Hermione arrived just after six. She looked stunning. Her hair was a perfect page-boy bell, her\nmake-up immaculate. Her friends were\nwaiting for her in the hall. Chantelle\nwas holding the dress, and Georgianna the stripy box.

\n\n

“Hi, girls! What’s\nthat… Is that my dress?” She looked puzzled.

\n\n

“It is, Hermione,” smiled Chantelle, sweetly. “We have your present here, but we’ve decided\nwe’re not going to give it to you until you’re wearing your dress.”

\n\n

“What? That\nthing? Why? I don’t get it.”

\n\n

“Let’s just say…well, we know you hate that dress. Far too juvenile. So we’ve got you something a bit more grown\nup. You’ll be able to wear your dress\none last time tonight, then destroy it and never see it again. What do you think?”

\n\n

A big wicked grin spread over Hermione’s face.

\n\n

“Sounds good to me! \nCan I burn it?”

\n\n

“You can do what you like with it after tonight.”

\n\n

“It’s a deal. I’ll\nwear anything you say for that privilege.”

\n\n

Hermione eyed the box. \nShe imagined they must have bought her some slinky, sophisticated little\nnumber…black silk, maybe? Or leather?

\n\n

They led her into the living room. They made her strip down to her underwear,\nand put on the dress. It was on the\nsmall side now, and as Chantelle zipped it up at the back, Hermione’s breasts\nswelled out over the low-cut front. \nGeorgianna had put the box on the table.

\n\n

“Your present, Hermione. \nHappy birthday!”

\n\n

Hermione ripped off the ribbon and took the lid of the\nbox. Her face fell. There seemed to be multiple layers, and the\ntop layer consisted of her old white ballet\ntights and silver pumps.

\n\n

“Just to complete your outfit,” grinned Coralline. “Then you can get to the good stuff.”

\n\n

Reluctantly, Hermione pulled on the tights and shoes. As she bent forward, she had to take care her\nbreasts didn’t actually fall out of her dress! \n

\n\n

“There. Happy\nnow? What next.”

\n\n

Next was a rather sexy black satin choker, will a little\ndog-tag hanging from the front.

\n\n

“I…heart…boys,” she read out. “Hmph. \nSo naf.”

\n\n

Coralline helped her on with it.

\n\n

“Now…what the…?” \nHermione had reached the third layer, \nShe was holding up a pair of black leather cuffs, connected by a steel\nlink.

\n\n

“Here, let us help you, Hermione.”

\n\n

In a coordinated move, Coralline and Georgianna pulled her\narms behind her back, while Chantelle deftly buckled on the cuffs.

\n\n

“What’s the idea? Get\noff!”

\n\n

But it was too late. \nShe found herself pushed back onto an armchair, and in a moment a second\npair of cuffs had been secured around her ankles.

\n\n

“What the fuck are you doing? Fucking get these things off, or…”

\n\n

“Or what, bitch?” smirked Chantelle. “We don’t want to listen to your whining any\nmore. Georgie? Time for the gag.”

\n\n

Out of the box came a rather interesting looking gag, on a\nbroad black strap.

\n\n

“You fucking cu…”

\n\n

But she should have kept her mouth shut. Now it was going to be open for some\ntime. The flanges on the circular, red\nrubber-lined steel mouth piece fitted neatly either side on her teeth, holding\nher mouth wide open. Georgianna buckled\nthe strap firmly at the back of her neck, rendering it immoveable. Her beautifully glossed lips had now been\nreplaced by a round, red, rubber ‘O’, mirroring the surprise in her eyes. She began to gurgle imprecations, but\nfortunately the gag was equipped with a red rubber plug, like a bath plug ,\nwhich dangled from one side of the strap on a short silver chain. Chantelle plugged her, and peace was\nrestored.

\n\n

They stood back to admire their handiwork. Hermione was struggling vainly against her\nbonds, and only succeeded in slipping off the chair onto the carpet, where she thrashed\nabout impotently.

\n\n

Coralline looked at her contemptuously. “Coffee, girls?”

\n\n

“Why not?”

\n\n

Chapter 6.

\n\n

After coffee, Hermione was picked up bodily and carried into\nher rooms.

\n\n

“Look Hermione, lots of pretty balloons! We know how much you like balloons. We’ve even put a few little ones in your\nspecial pool.”

\n\n

“Hermione stared at the walls, and at the pool,\nuncomprehending. They laid her on the\nbed, and Chantelle brought the last little surprise out of the box. A small padlock, with which they attached the\nring on her wrists cuffs to the ring on her ankle cuffs. They lifted her into the pool and placed her\nin a kneeling position. She was\nbeginning to look frightened, but there was nothing she could do, and no way to\nescape from the paddling pool. Chantelle\npatted her cheek.

\n\n

“Cheer up, Hermione.” \nShe looked at her watch. “The\nboys will be here soon. All those poor\nfrustrated boys you deprived of their rightful pleasures. There’ll be David and Richie and Keiran, and\nMark, and Danny…oh, and of course, Gregory. \nGregory told me all about you – I had to really squeeze it out of him,\nmind. We gave them all invites to your\nspecial birthday party. Each one individually signed by you. Georgianna does your signature so well, don’t\nyou. Georgie?” Georgianna smiled. “Such nice polite invitations you wrote. What did you say? Let me see… \nOh, yes, something about how sorry you were to have been such a\nfastidious bitch, and how you had resolved to make it up to them on your\nbirthday. So at last you’re going to\ngive them some satisfaction. Oh, which\nreminds me…” She reached out and gently freed\nHermione’s bulging breasts from the tight confines of her bra and dress, so\nthat they rested invitingly on top, the firm nipples jutting proudly\nforward. “There, no point in concealing\nyour greatest assets, is there?”

\n\n

Hermione glared at her, and made some ineffectual, muffled\nprotests.

\n\n

“I hope you’re getting the picture now,” she continued. “You look like you are. There won’t be any condoms or rubber gloves today,\ndarling! So there’s one other thing I\nneed to mention. We’re not going to be\ninvolved. We were not here. This is all your idea,\nunderstand? A special birthday orgy with\na load of boys from school. Right? That’s the story, and that’s what you’re\ngoing to tell your mother, and anyone else who asks.”

\n\n

Hermione shook her head vigorously.

\n\n

“No? Well let me tell\nyou why you’re going to comply. See\nthere? And there? They’re HD video cameras. Yes, darling, the whole thing’s going to be\nrecorded. And if you spill the\nbeans…” She leant forward and whispered\nin her ear. “Then you’re going to be on\nevery porn site on the web. Famous! Would you like that?”

\n\n

Hermione didn’t look as though she would.

\n\n

“Good. You\nunderstand. Good girl.”

\n\n

Chapter 7.

\n\n

The girls sneaked out of the house at twenty to seven, leaving\nthe door on the latch. Chantelle had\nparked her car just down the street so they could follow proceedings until Mrs\nBarraclough and the others arrived. The\nboys arrived en masse at ten to. \nThe girls watched them slowly making their way into the house.

\n\n

When they got into the hall, the boys were confronted by a notice written in red felt pen on yellow\npaper, and accompanied by a chunky arrow pointing at the lounge door. “HI BOYS! \nCUM IN! MY ROOM’S THROUGH THE\nLOUNGE. CUM SAY HELLO!!” They looked at each other with startled\namusement.

\n\n

“Wow,” exclaimed Danny, “doesn’t sound like the girl I\ndated!”

\n\n

“Chantelle told me she’s thinks she’s had some sort of\nawakening,” remarked Gregory. “Suddenly\nrealised what she’s been missing, like.”

\n\n

“If you ask me,” said Richie, “I think all that stuff before\nwas just to get us all hot for her, so that when she finally let us have our\nway, she knew we’d really give it to her. \nWomen do stuff like that.”

\n\n

“Yeah, I think you’re right, Richie,” said Keiran. “I reckon she’s been planning her birthday\norgy for weeks.”

\n\n

“So all that stuff about, you know, not liking sperm…” said\nDavid, thoughtfully, “it was all just a wind-up?”

\n\n

“Exactly.”

\n\n

“That so devious…” said Mark, admiringly, “…so perverted…”

\n\n

They processed gingerly through the lounge and out of the\nfar door. They were confronted with a\npink door. Pinned to it was what they\nfirst took to be a bunch of pale pink balloons, but on a second look they realised\nthe ‘balloons’ were in fact inflated condoms! \nBeneath them was another notice: \n“YOU WON’T BE NEEDING THESE TODAY.”

\n\n

David turned the handle and opened the door. Their jaws dropped in unison at the sight\nwhich presented itself to them. Hermione\nkneeling there waiting for them, apparently jiggling her bare breasts, (though\nin fact she was struggling with her bonds), and emitting muffled noises which\ncould have been fright, but sounded to the boys more like moans of lust. On the wall behind her a third notice\nannounced: “I WANT YOUR CUM!”

\n\n

Mike felt himself swelling at the mere sight. He advanced on Hermione.

\n\n

“Wow, Hermione, you look amazing! We all thought…but now I understand. You must have had help…but it’s brilliant…so\ncool!”

\n\n

The restraints held her kneeling nicely upright, in a rather\nexpectant and compliant pose.

\n\n

“Fuck,” murmured Danny. \n“What a turn-on. Look at her\nnipples! She must want it so much… I think that’s her best dress, too – the one\nher mum got her for her last birthday. I\nwant to cum all over her…”

\n\n

“Well go ahead,” said Gregory. “That’s what she begging for.”

\n\n

“Shall I then?”

\n\n

“Sure.”

\n\n

There was a moment’s hesitation.

\n\n

“Let’s all go at once,” suggested Mark. “I’d feel more comfortable.”

\n\n

“Mark’s right. Come\non.”

\n\n

They needed no second bidding. They took their places around the pool, three\non each side. There was a general\nunzipping, and soon Hermione found six stiffening penises pointing directly at\nher face. Soon the boys were\nmasturbating steadily, taking their time in anticipation of a spectacular\nclimax. They didn’t speak for some while, focussing on\nmaintain a good rhythm, so that when their juices started to flow the only\nnoises to be heard (apart from Hermione’s muffled squeaking) were the competing\nploppings of well-lubricated oscillating foreskins, punctuated by their little\ngroans and grunts of pleasure.

\n\n

“Take your time, guys,” gasped Danny. “Let’s see if we can all come at once, shall\nwe?”

\n\n

“Yeah…” said Richie. \nHe was standing immediately to Hermione’s left, and took the opportunity\nof wiping his slippery pre-cum on her hair.

\n\n

“Take her plug out,” suggested David. “It’ll have to come out eventually anyway.”

\n\n

Richie obliged. As he\nremoved it, there was a copious escape of saliva, which ran down her chin, down\nher neck, and down between her breasts. \nInside the gag they could see her tongue wagging, and she began to\ngurgle some inarticulate words.

\n\n

“Mmm… looks nice and warm and wet in there,” grinned\nKeiran. “Bags I get first go…”

\n\n

But the thought of sliding his quivering cock into\nHermione’s open mouth proved too much for Gregory.

\n\n

“Oh, fuck…I’m cumming…”

\n\n

He was standing furthest from Hermione, but even so the\nfirst spurt hit her fair and square in the face. The remainder of the ejaculate decorated the\nslopes of her breasts and her birthday dress. \nThe faint pattering of sperm on the crisp taffeta was enough to set the\nothers off, and with gasps and moans they simultaneously unloaded their pent-up\nstores of semen all over their unwilling victim. Despite their intensity of their orgasms, the\nboys had enough presence of mind to ensure none of it missed its target. Wad after wad landed on the unfortunate girl;\nher perfect page-boy cut was bedewed with milky pearls, sticky drops dribbled\nslowly down her cheeks, breasts, and arms, and her lovely blue dress was\nsmothered with blobs of slime! Even the\nsmall balloons in the pool were spattered with peripheral splashes. The boys themselves were left gasping by\ntheir exertions, dizzy with the heights of ecstasy to which, as they thought,\nthis arch-seductress had brought them.

\n\n

But they were young, and recovered quickly. Perhaps they should have shown a little more\ngratitude to their presumed benefactress, but boys will be boys, and now all\nthey wanted was even more self-gratification. \nKeiran, asserting his right, took Hermione by the hair, and, turning her\nhead sideways, forced his semi-tumescent penis into the gag. A few exploratory thrusts and he was stiff\nagain, and began to fuck Hermione’s face with total abandon. His rapid pounding whipped the mixture of\njuices and saliva into a sticky cream, and that which Hermione didn’t swallow\nwas forced out between the rubber ring and the shaft of Keiran’s penis in\nlittle viscous droplets, spattering her breasts and running in a sticky trickle\ndown her chin. The others watched transfixed,\nmasturbating furiously, content to enjoy the spectacle and eager to witness\nKeiran’s imminent climax.

\n\n

The engorged glans was pummelling the back of Hermione’s\nthroat when she felt it harden again, and knew what was about to happen. With a cry he thrust home, and his sperm\nburst from the tip. She felt it spurt\ninto her throat, hot and thick, and knew she had to swallow the lot or\nchoke. The others watched greedily as\nshe was forced to gulp it down. Even\nthen she was unable to swallow fast enough to prevent a few drops being forced\nout of her nose. For Hermione, it was\nthe ultimate humiliation. Before that\nevening she had hardly been able to contemplate getting sperm on her naked\nskin. Now she was swallowing mouthfuls\nof it like it was banana milkshake. And\nshe feared there was more to come. But\nshe was granted a brief respite, for, as Keiran was finally withdrawing his\nsoftening member, the rest of the boys, awed by the performance they had just\nwitnessed, were unable to contain themselves. \nAll five erupted for a second time, showering her with a fresh deluge of\nsemen.

\n\n

Chapter 8.

\n\n

As they recovered, they regarded the object of their\nattentions with a degree of satisfaction. \nHermione was a mess. Her hair was\nsticky and awry where Keiran had so rudely grabbed it. Her face was glazed, spunk trickling from her\ngag and hanging in sticky strings from her cheeks. Her breasts were iced with it. And the lovely blue taffeta dress? Covered with wet stains and blobs which were\nstill in the process of sinking in. \nMoreover she was kneeling in little sticky puddles of it. She looked quite picturesque, kneeling there\nsurrounded by her little coloured balloons.

\n\n

“Whoa, look what we’ve done, lads!” laughed Danny. “Is that nice, Hermione? Is that what you wanted? Or is it a bit more than you bargained for? Is it?”

\n\n

Hermione would have glared at him, but for the sperm\ndripping from her eyebrows. She felt a\nlittle sick, though she was vaguely aware that the taste was nowhere near as\nbad as she had thought. Almost\npalatable. She wondered who would be\nnext. A couple of the boys were working\nhard to revive their temporarily incapacitated members.

\n\n

“D’you reckon we could fill that pool up?” laughed Richie.

\n\n

“We could try!”

\n\n

But as it turned out, none of them was going to do anything\nfor a while. For at that moment there\ncame a sharp knock at the door, immediately succeeded by Mrs Barraclough’s\nvoice. The eight o’clock party had\narrived, Mrs Barraclough in her best twin-set, the cousins in suits, and the four\nExplorer Scouts, in accordance with Mrs Barraclough's instructions, in full uniform and shorts. Mrs Barraclough\nhad made her way through the trail of notices with bewilderment. And on the lounge coffee-table she had found\nan invitation one of the boys had been careless enough to leave there. Now she was surveying the notice and the\nbunch of condoms attached to Hermione’s bedroom door.

\n\n

“Hermione? Hermione! What are you doing in there? You have ten seconds to explain all…this”\n– here she looked from the inflated condoms to the invitation she was still\nholding in her hand, and back again – or I’m coming in.”

\n\n

“Oh, dear, Debbie, I don’t think you should go in there, you\nknow,” put in Chantelle, eager to implant the conspirators’ narrative in Mrs\nBarraclough’s mind. “I did hear Hermione\nsay something about a birthday “orgy” - but naturally I thought she was\njoking. I really don’t think you\nshould…”

\n\n

As for Malcolm and his three friends from Scouts, who had\nnow arrived in the corridor, they were sniggering at the bunch of condoms\npinned to her door, and as eager to see inside as Mrs Barraclough was hesitant. But it was her duty, she told herself.

\n\n

“Malcolm! Behave\nyourself! Take your friends to your\nroom, please.”

\n\n

“But mum…we’re hungry…”

\n\n

“Don’t worry, Mrs Barraclough,” said Georgianna. “Boys? \nOff to Malcolm’s room – now, please – and I’ll made you some food and\nbring it down.”

\n\n

“Oh…,” whined Malcolm.

\n\n

“Go on.”

\n\n

The Scouts trooped off down the corridor to Malcolm’s\nbedroom. Georgianna headed for the\nkitchen to rustle up some food.

\n\n

“So what’s it to be?” said Mrs Barraclough.

\n\n

Inside, there was panic. \nDanny, casting around for a hiding-place, had shut himself in the\ncloset. But Keiran, with greater\nforesight, had opened the lower sash of the window and climbed out. The others, in various states of undress, had\nfollowed, and were now making their way across the garden and out of the back\ngate into the alley.

\n\n

“Right! I’m coming\nin!”

\n\n

Neither of them ever forgot that encounter. Mrs Barraclough, upright and self-righteous,\nopen-mouthed with disbelief. Hermione,\ntrussed up, dumb, smothered with slime. \nIt took her mother a good minute to find her voice.

\n\n

“Hermione Barraclough?” \nShe framed it as a question, as if hardly believing this could be her\nonly daughter. She took in the balloons\naround the walls, the pool, the gag.

\n\n

“What in the name of goodness…? It’s true then! You have been having …an orgy! So this is your idea of a birthday party, is\nit? This is what you really\nwanted! Well, the nerve! And in my house! I’m surprised you didn’t come straight out\nand ask me to organise it for you!”

\n\n

Now that would have been something, thought Chantelle,\napprovingly.

\n\n

“Well! Well…it looks\nas though you’ve got just what you wanted, young lady.” She took a pace forward. “And your best dress! You wore your best dress! The dress I bought you for your last\nbirthday.” Mrs Barraclough was at a\nloss at this revelation. She wasn’t sure\nwhether her daughter had worn it because she wanted to look pretty for the\norgy, or merely as a way of destroying it. \nSo she passed on. “No, don’t try\nto explain.” (Ignoring the fact Hermione\nwas unable to do much more than squeak.) \n“I don’t want to hear it. No\ndoubt you blame me for your behaviour. \nNo doubt you think I gave you too sheltered an upbringing. This is your revenge for my efforts to\neducate you in ladylike behaviour. \nThat’s it, isn’t it?” Here her\nremarks took on an ironic tone. “Well,\nmy dear, congratulations! You have\nsucceeded. You have passed with flying\ncolours. You have turned yourself into a\ncomplete…tart!”

\n\n

At this point Coralline snorted with laughter, and had to\ntry to pretend she had sneezed. But Mrs\nBarraclough didn’t notice anyway.

\n\n

“Right. Well, madam,\nI’m leaving. My nephews have kindly\nagreed to put me up for the night. I\ncouldn’t stay in this house another minute. \nYou can get yourself cleaned up. \nAnd Malcolm and his friends…they’ll be so disappointed.”

\n\n

“It’s fine, Mrs Barraclough,” put in Chantelle. “You can go. \nWe’ll take care of everything here. \nGeorgianna’s feeding the boys, and we’ll help Hermione clean up.”

\n\n

“Well…I don’t like to leave you with all this…”

\n\n

“It’s fine. Go\non. We’ll see you tomorrow.”

\n\n

Chapter 9.

\n\n

The girls were ecstatic at the success of their plan. Chantelle and Coralline hugged each other\nwith delight. Chantelle looked in on\nHermione.

\n\n

“You did great, babe. \nYou’ll be all right for a bit, won’t you? We’re going to feed the boys and have\nsomething ourselves. We’ll be along\nshortly to sort you out.” And she shut\nthe door.

\n\n

They made pizza and sandwiches for the boys, and took them\ndrinks and crisps. They were in the\nmiddle of a serious discussion when the girls came in.

\n\n

“Chantelle?” said Malcolm. \n“What was my sister doing in her room? \nWhy was mum angry?”

\n\n

“Oh, nothing, dear. \nShe wasn’t really angry, anyway. \nIt was just that Hermione forgot to tell her she was having a grown-up\nparty today. That’s all.”

\n\n

But after they’d left, the boys voiced their suspicions.

\n\n

“She was in there having sex, wasn’t she?” said Jack.

\n\n

“I got a peek inside,” said Timothy. “There were lots of balloons, but I couldn’t\nsee Hermione.”

\n\n

“Was she having sex, Malc, d’you reckon? Does your mum let her have boys in her\nbedroom?”

\n\n

“I don’t know. \nMaybe. She thought everyone was\nout for the evening.”

\n\n

“What’s happening now?” asked Jack.

\n\n

Malcolm opened the door. \n“I think her friends are in the kitchen. \nHold on.” He crept down the\ncorridor, and was back in a few seconds. \n“Yeah. They’re in the kitchen\neating and drinking.”

\n\n

“Why don’t we go take a peek into her room?” suggested\nBilly.

\n\n

“I’ll go,” said Timothy. \n“Malcolm, you keep look-out.”

\n\n

So while Malcolm crouched at the lounge door, making sure\nthe girls didn’t leave the kitchen, Timothy softly turned the handle of\nHermione’s bedroom door and peeped in.

\n\n

Now Danny had finally emerged from his hiding place in the\ncloset. He was about to follow his\nfriends by the window route, but he was aroused again by this time, having\nspent his time in hiding masturbating gently at the recollection of the\nevening’s events. So he decided to give\nHermione’s breasts a farewell dousing. \nHe positioned himself by the side of the pool and soon brought himself\nto the brink of orgasm.

\n\n

“Thanks for a lovely evening, Hermione. Maybe we can do it again sometime…sometime\nsoon…. Aaahh!”

\n\n

Quite fortuitously, it was at that very moment that Timothy\npeeped around the door. His eyes widened\nand his mouth fell open.

\n\n

“What can you see?” whispered Malcolm. No reply.

\n\n

“Well?”

\n\n

Still no reply. But\nnow Danny was climbing out of the window. \nTimothy pushed the door to, and raced back down the corridor, with\nMalcolm in pursuit.

\n\n

“Well?” said Billy. \n“Did you see anything?”

\n\n

Timothy was bursting with excitement.

\n\n

“I know! I know what\nshe was doing!” And he related\neverything he’d seen to his three startled friends. When he’d finished, there was a silence,\neventually broken by Jack.

\n\n

“Imagine…getting to wank over a real girl’s breasts…”

\n\n

“Yeah…real breasts…not just pictures of breasts,” said Timothy, a little sadly. Timothy was rather young for his age, and hadn't yet found a girlfriend, possibly because he was so proud of being an Explorer Scout that he liked to wear his uniform whenever he could.

\n\n

“And she was all spunky?”

\n\n

“All over. In her\nhair an everything.”

\n\n

“Wow!”

\n\n

“Hermione’s so cute…sorry, Malc, I know she’s your sister\nan’ all, but she is…”

\n\n

“That’s okay. I can’t\nbelieve it, though. She’s normally so…I\ndunno, prim and proper.”

\n\n

They looked at each other.

\n\n

“What are the girls doing?”

\n\n

“Drinking wine in the kitchen.”

\n\n

“Reckon they’ll be there for a while…?

\n\n

“I reckon…there’s a lot of wine in there…”

\n\n

“So shall we…go and have another look?”

\n\n

“Why not?”

\n\n

“If they catch us, we can say we thought she called.”

\n\n

“Okay. Let’s go.”

\n\n

The four Scouts crept down the corridor and slipped into\nHermione’s room. Malcolm closed the door\nsilently, and the four advanced a few paces into the room.

\n\n

“Sis…what have you been doing…?”

\n\n

“Wow…how many boys did she have in here?”

\n\n

“A lot. Look at her.”

\n\n

“Look at that gag thing! \nDo you think…?”

\n\n

“Yeah.”

\n\n

Billy approached her.

\n\n

“Billy? What are you\ndoing?” said Malcolm, a little alarmed.

\n\n

“Sorry, Malc. I need\nto have a close look. Gosh….”

\n\n

“Billy!”

\n\n

But he was already unzipping his shorts. “Sorry, but it’s hurting me. I have to let it out.”

\n\n

It sprang forth, no more than a foot from Hermione’s\nface. Billy sighed with relief.

\n\n

“Hermione…?” he ventured. \n“Did those boys that were in here…did they…?” He pointed at the gag.

\n\n

Hermione looked up at him and nodded. He bit his lower lip. “Did you…?”

\n\n

She lowered her eyes, and thrust her head towards him. The invitation was clear.

\n\n

The truth was, the experience had been a revelation for\nHermione. For the first time in her life\nshe had felt really sexy – sexy, and powerful. \nThe idea that she could have half a dozen guys salivating over her she\nfound very exciting. So exciting, that\nshe had had an orgasm just from being showered with their sperm. But then, when she had had her first taste of\nit…then she was hooked. She wanted more,\nand more, but her annoying mother had deprived her of the chance. Maybe the Scouts could help…

\n\n

It was just after ten that the girls thought they’d better\ncheck on their friend. The scene that\nmet their eyes stopped them in their tracks. \nTimothy and Billy were asleep on Hermione’s bed. Malcolm was sleeping with his head resting on\na balloon, and Jack was propped against the wall. All seemed to be in a state of partial undress. At first they couldn’t see Hermione, but as\nthey approached the pool they saw that she had rolled onto her side. She was lying in a pool of slime, and the\nfloor in front of the pool was slippery with it. There were blobs of it on the furniture, and\neven some of the balloons high up on the wall were glistening. A Scout neckerchief, stained and sticky, was\ndraped over the side of the pool. They\nlooked at each other.

\n\n

“I think we can count that a success,” said Chantelle.

\n\n

“Do you think…we’ve changed her mind about sperm?” asked\nGeorgianna.

\n\n

“I don’t know,” said Coralline. “The videos will tell us everything. But before we sort this mess out, I’m getting\nthe rubber gloves…”

\n\n

To be continued…??

\n\n

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