Chapter three

The punishment


Sento managed to compose himself enough to supervise the hurried tidying up of the two girls. Hester was in a daze and needed help to her feet. Sento wiped her clean of the sticky semen that covered her buttocks and thighs and He helped smooth and straighten the dazed girl’s clothes. Andrea was more alert and had adjusted her own clothing then with a quick kiss on Sento’s lips she shepherded Hester out of the medical room and down the corridor their boots clattering on the wooden flooring.

Sento slumped into the Doctor’s chair and stared at the neat writing utensils that were laid out on the dark mahogany desk, he abstractly noticed a small polished wooden name plaque with his name and title and qualifications neatly painted in gold script on the dark wood. He wryly thought they ought to have added sodomiser and ravisher of young girls, or was that boys. His mind was till reeling from the sight of Hester that finely boned face, the large grey eyes with their long luxuriantly curled lashes, the marble smooth skin of her firm white thighs and the small neat male organs that nestled in the triangle at the top and between her legs, then he added the image of Andrea, skirts pulled up around her waist, her hips forcing her engorged sex into Hester’s mouth.
It was too much, this place was becoming extraordinary in every sense of the word and he would have to proceed on a daily basis with much more caution and care than he had originally thought.

Sento was an intelligent man and although sharp in intellectual matters he was sometime left behind in his social interactions. The unwarranted scandal had bereft him of a number of close friends although in retrospect they had perhaps shown their true colours in deserting him so readily, in order to preserve their social standing.

He had in all honesty become somewhat withdrawn recently without the company of a wife or mistress he had worked and studied and had removed himself largely from the hubbub of the world around him. The human trail of patients that visited his surgery were in his eyes biological problems to be solved and then healed. This form of spiritual and emotional isolation had left him ill equipped to know how to deal with the bizarre predicament he found himself in.


The rest of the day past easily enough; he made an audit of the medical room and realised it was better stocked than many Harley street surgeries and he would, if necessity begged it, be able to perform minor surgery, as well as providing the normal level of medical care to the pupils and staff of Cranton Hall.

Soon the daylight faded and he heard the distant bells and noisy clatter of high heels on the wooden floorboards that signalled the rotational life of the school, it’s pupils, it’s classes and daily time-tables.

The dinner bell was sounded and he gathered himself rolled down his shirt sleeves put on his jacket and paused to peer at his face in the mirror on the wall. He looked into his eyes looking back at him and spoke to himself.
“Sento, this place could be very dangerous for you if you are not careful, you need to proceed alert and prepared and take nothing on face value behind this façade something else is beating and you must never let another put you in jeopardy again like the last time”.
He paused then quickly added with a wry smile
“One scandal in a man’s life is enough”

At dinner the staff were quietly spoken and friendly the girls sat quietly dining talking in a low murmur among themselves. Then he suddenly caught sight of Hester. She was serving the rest of the girls along with the serving staff and he noticed that there was a wide leather belt strapped around her middle with a number of metal rings sewn onto the belt by thick leather fobs. Then he realised that what he had thought was a girl’s decorative choker at her neck, was in fact another black leather neck cuff. It was buckled at the back of the neck and he saw a glint of light on small metal rings that were sewn into the collar.
He leaned to his left and asked quietly of Mr Delaney, the head of maths at Cranton Hall, why the girl was so attired and why was she serving instead of being served.
“My dear Doctor” he replied,
“At Cranton Hall we believe that obedience and the adherence to strict rules will make a bright girl into the perfect partner for a man. We educate our girls doctor but with a purpose, to make them quick witted, socially and domestically skilled and able to support their future husbands in whatever endeavour he plans to make his fortune, but and it is a big but doctor we instil first utter obedience then loyalty as these are truly the prime qualities that Cranton Hall holds to be above all others. Young Hester has been found wanting in her behaviour and she must therefore accept the punishment like any other. That punishment means she must not speak for a week to her colleagues and must become a serving girl for five days. Then she can return to her normal status having been properly chastised and allowed time to contemplate her behaviour and how it can be rectified.”
Sento listened intently to the scholar’s explanation but while his intellect was listening, his animal instincts were sensing an imperceptible ‘edge’ in the air. There was an electric atmosphere in the hall. It was a sense of tension that emanated from all the girls and even infected the staff sitting at the top table, making polite but strained conversation.

At the end of the meal Sento decided to get some air before retiring to his rooms. He went into the hall past a crush of girls as they all files of to different parts of the building to start their prep work in various class-rooms and common rooms. He stepped through the hall and out into the cold crisp air. He walked down the main front stone stairs and a little way across the main gravel drive until the gas-lights from the windows did not interfere with his night vision and looking up, he saw a velvet black sky studded with a multitude of tiny pinpricks of starlight.
He reached into an inside pocket and took out a cigar, Sento rarely smoked but on occasions when he felt he needed to both stimulate his mind but rest his physical body he would smoke a cigar. The match head flared bright, momentarily dazzling and blinding him as he cupped it around the end of the cigar drawing until it was fully lit and glowing deep red in the now dark space in his hand.
He had stood there for perhaps five minutes enjoying the stinging cold air and the way the cigar smoke hung around him in the still frosty night air. Suddenly there was a crunch on the gravel and a dark shape came towards him.
Sento was startled for a moment and called out…
“Who is it”
A soft voice returned,
“Its me sir..Andrea”
He looked at the slender shape of the girl and the thick mane of dark that framed the soft faint glow of her pale face.
“Good grief girl, you’ll catch your death out here, you have no coat”
Andrea stood, her shoulder covered only in the smock front of the long dress and the white blouse with its high neck underneath.
She had stopped directly in front of him and close enough for him to feel her breath on his face. He stirred at the memory of her warm, wet, kiss earlier in the day and his body stirred again with her close proximity.
“It’s alright sir I’m fine” she said, her face smiling at him, the light from the old school building catching a glint in her eyes.
“I wanted to let you know that there’s to be a punishment tonight sir”
Sento was puzzled
“Punishment what do you mean punishment, are you to be punished, because if you are I’ll protest in the strongest terms to…..”
Andrea put her finger on his lips, hushing his outburst
“Not me silly, Hester”
Sento again felt himself instinctively react, but Andrea butted in before he could splutter any indignation.
“Wait sir, its nothing to do with what happened today, Hester has been naughty or at least that what’s Mr Coombes has decided so he has voted for a punishment”
“But what do you mean punishment” Sento interjected “She was serving at table today, is it to do with that?”
Andrea looked at him steadily and for a moment he was distracted again by the remarkable girl. Her face was quite breathtaking in the night air, lending her an almost ethereal air, yet he was also aware of her body, her sweet perfume and the way she stood, always slightly defiantly, as though sending out a permanent challenge to the world. At the same time managing to convey an intoxicating femininity, a sense that if you were bold she would allow you to take her and enjoy her passion.

“The best thing sir is for you to witness a Cranton Hall punishment, then you can decide for yourself what to think sir”
She came closer and whispered into his ear.
“You have seen the old ballroom in the North wing”
Sento nodded; remembering being ushered by Andrea through a large old ballroom with wood panelled walls and a gallery running around three sides on his arrival.
The room was old and he thought was used perhaps for assemblies or some such school function.
“Tonight, you must at one thirty in the morning, make your way along the North staircase, there is a door which leads to a corridor which is rarely used. The last door along that corridor leads into the upper gallery. Go there quietly and in your nightclothes and dressing gown, then if anyone spies you, you can claim to be lost or sleep-walking or something”

Sento was feeling both perplexed worried and highly curious, the whole thing sounded so…. Well… gothic. He was developing an opinion that the whole school was not what it seemed at all. That beneath the rigorously normal exterior there beat a dark heart. There was a vague sense of animal menace everywhere, permeating the fabric of the place. He had ignored his instincts when he’d arrived, driven as always by the scientific pragmatic consciousness. Now Andrea was hinting at something that felt quite sinister.
She suddenly turned, and said
“I must return sir, my prep will be ending shortly and I must be back in my common room before divinities are called, but don’t forget, tonight at 1.30 and be sure to wait, things might not start immediately”
Before he could answer, she ran back towards the dim yellow lights of the hall leaving him alone with his thoughts in the dark.

Sento walked slowly back to the Hall and still smoking his cigar returned to his rooms. He poured himself a brandy and prepared for bed, washing then undressing and getting into his long nightgown and dressing gown. He decided to leave off his bed slippers and wear his soft leather house shoes. At least then he would be more fleet of foot and ready for moving quickly around the school corridors.

He decided not to go to bed but to sit in his armchair and set his fob watch with its miniature tinkling alarm to go off at 1.15 in the morning. He went over to his book shelves and took down a copy of John Hilton’s classic book, The Influence of Mechanical and Physiological Rest In The Treatment of Accidents and Surgical Diseases and the Diagnostic Value of Pain.
Sento had not practised surgery for some years now, but he kept up to date with the latest books on surgical development. Hilton had been a friend and fellow surgeon at St Bartholomew’s hospital and although the older man, he had been something of a legend among his fellow surgeons, he was both a pioneering surgeon and a brilliant scientist. He and Sento had spent many happy hours working on cases together or talking over politics or criticising the members of the board of the Royal College of Surgeons in Hilton’s club in Mayfair over brandy and sodas.
Now Sento buried himself in the world of surgery for the hours that would take him up to 1.15

Sento’s alarm chimed on the side table, Sento jerked his head upwards. He had fallen asleep with the book open on his lap; the air was chilled as the fire had died down into just glowing embers in the fire-grate.
Sento stretched and felt a pang of excitement twist in his gut. For some reason he was aware that Andrea had invited him to witness something strange, something forbidden, a punishment of the lovely Hanna and he was in two minds as to where his feelings lay. Was it as an innocent witness to some terrible calumny set up by the staff at Cranton Hall, which he would reveal and lay bare as accuser and prosecutor of justice and fairness; at the same time he sensed that he was not wholly innocent, in that he felt a sexual tremor run through him at the thought that something was to be done to Hanna and he would see the details of this poor girls punishment. He still was bewildered by both Hanna’s and Andrea’s Androgyny. They both had fully formed male genitalia although both were exquisitely female in shape and in their body language. He had come across cases of cross-dressing amongst some of his male patients but these cases had been crude with large men fetishising over female underwear. Andrea and Hanna were very different, their demeanour and deportment all created the authentic perception of them being very attractive and nubile you8ng females. Sento was feeling quite breathless and excited, he was an honest man to himself and although he had admired handsome men, he had never felt any of the typical desires of lovers of men that he knew existed even at high levels, in all sectors of society. His sexual union with Hanna and Andrea had been, for him, unique and had unleashed a flood of animal sexuality from deep within him that he had never felt before.

He stoked the dying embers and put more coal on the fire, then tying his dressing gown tight, picked up a candle-stick and holder, lit it and went to the outer door of his apartments.
He listened for a minute straining to hear footsteps then sensing that there was nothing but silence and emptiness in the corridor outside, he opened the door and slipped out.
He held the candle aloft to light his way and then walked slowly along the corridors towards the North wing, following Andrea’s directions. He stepped carefully, avoiding the centre tread of the stairs and along the corridors, searching out the firm floorboards that would not creak under his weight and give him away.
After a few minutes of hushed creeping he found the door that opened onto the upper gallery of the old ball-room. It had a frame of dark wood but the centre panels were lined with dark blue leather. He gently grasped the brass handle and turned it slowly, hoping it would not creak when he pulled it open.
It opened with easily and he slid into the velvety blackness of the upper gallery.
He quickly blew out the candle in case anyone already in the ballroom might have seen the flickering light. The trouble was, he was now in complete, inky blackness and had to feel his way forward. The gallery was lined with heavy curtains or drapes; he felt their weight against his fanned out hands, feeling his way like a blind man. He grasped the drapes and gently pulled the large mass of material to one side. He peered gingerly over the balcony wall and into the large open space of the ballroom.
The ballroom was lit with two small gas lights that were turned down on either side of the main heavy wooden double doors that served as the main entrance from the grand hall below.
The room was empty, so obviously he was early, he adjusted his position so that he could rest his elbows on the top of the gallery partition that came halfway up the gallery opening and having a clear view of the ballroom yet still hidden from view from anyone casually looking up, he then waited as Andrea had instructed.

After twenty minutes or so the mains doors were opened quietly and a company of figures in robes silently filed into the large space. Two figures attended to the already lit gas lights turning them up so they threw more light into the open space, whilst two more lights on the far wall were lit by matches.

There were about thirty figures in the long robes and Sento realised that the face of each figure was covered by some sort of Venetian stylised mask made of red leather.
The whole effect was quite sinister and unnerving and Sento felt the hairs on his neck stand on end as he watched the silent masked figures move purposefully around the room. One of the figures pulled a small hand bell from the folds of the cloak and gave it a short flick. A pretty and high pitched note rang out, gently bouncing of the drapes, ending up smothered to silence by the sound absorbent material.

Five squat bodies walked purposefully through the door and formed a ring in the centre of the room.
Each one then removed what was clearly a lower robe, leaving their heads and faces covered. To Sento’s surprise, the loosened cloaks revealed five strong and well muscled, naked male bodies, although not tall, these were men used to hard labour as their muscles were well developed and rippled beneath their skin. They folded their arms and Sento saw that each man’s penis was semi-erect and although Sento was himself well endowed, these men each had large, thick, circumcised penises and beneath each shaft he saw large scrotal sacs emerging from the hairy torsos.

The bell was rung again and two more figures came into the room wheeling a large box on wheels. Sento’s first thought was that it looked like the boxes that magicians used when cutting a willing victim in half as part of a magic act. The box had a leg at each corner at the end of each leg was a castor wheel, allowing it to be moved easily around. The box was around three and a half feet from the ground but was square in shape and had a series of complex panels that made up the sides, with small brass hinges that allowed them to be opened.

The bell rang again and Sento craned his head over the edge to see what was going to happen next with this strange and hellish tableau unfolding before his eyes.

Five more figures entered the ballroom and Sento was shocked to see that the group was made up from the girls at the school. They all wore the same cloaks as the other but their heads were bare showing their comely faces and shining hair. He recognised three immediately from his short time at Cranton Hall and the other two were familiar. Behind them came a sixth figure which Sento recognised immediately as Hanna. She was wearing a long robe and her hands were tied by a red silk rope, which one of the other girls used to pull her along. Hanna’s face was pale and her eyes were glazed looked vacant, as though she were intoxicated. The girls pulled Hanna into the middle of the circle of naked male bodies, and then in one movement her robe was pulled from her shoulders. Sento gasped, Hanna’s body was naked except for a series of leather straps that were buckled all over her legs, arms and torso. He saw, as she was turned round, the red marks over the back of her thighs and buttocks from the earlier smacking from Andrea. Hanna body shone in the centre of the room, the firm smooth thighs the sweet tight buttocks and the curve of her neck. Her hair had been tied up in a coiff and he saw that her face had been made up to giver her a wanton look of a whore, with red rouged cheeks and red swollen lips, her eyes were lined with black cole giving her an exotic and erotic look that would have been more suitable in some opium den in London than a girls school in the north of England.

Sento was transfixed at the picture and tensed as he watched the strange scene unfold. Something bizarre was happening and he felt the same tension in the air that he had felt earlier at supper. Hanna was shivering and he had the chance once again to admire the smooth arc of her belly and the small swell of breasts that were topped by hard and erect brown nipples. Hanna’s small phallus was shrunken and almost hidden by the small trimmed and neatly curly, black patch of soft pubic hair between her legs.

The bell rang a fourth time and the whole group moved closer to the centre circle as if to get a clearer view of what was to happen next. Hanna’s five fellow pupils took her and manoeuvred her in front of the box. The sides were unclasped and lowered to reveal a platform. Two of the girls helped her climb onto the platform so she was on all fours. Two of the side panels were brought up and Sento saw that there were a multitude of rings and hinges lining all the inside surfaces of the box.
The girls quickly and expertly unwound and took the long red silk rope that bound Hanna’s hands, threading it through the rings and pulling on it so the slack was taken up. The box was an ingenious design, for Sento realised that as the rope was pulled tight, Hanna’s body was forced into a small ball shape, still on her knees but now hands and body were held tight and completely restricted inside the box.
Sento’s eyes paused for a moment on the girl’s rear, because Hanna was on all fours, her buttocks were raised in the air and he glimpsed the small puckered mark of her anus between the soft and round globes of her buttocks. At the same time, her head was held up and a blindfold was tied around her eyes.

The sides of the box were now all pulled up and clicked in place so that Hanna was effectively sealed inside the device. Sento saw that Hanna was almost completely enclosed inside except for two holes each about four inches in diameter on that revealed her anus, on the other side of the box a hole that revealed her mouth.

Sento was beginning to understand what was going to happen, as clearly Hanna was encased in the small box on wheels and positioned so that her rear was clearly displayed to all the gathering and was cleverly on a level with the men’s phalluses. This was a sexual punishment and Hanna was to be used in some way by the gathered company.

Suddenly Sento froze as he felt a cool hand gently grasp him between the legs and he turned suddenly only to see the soft shape of Andrea’s face an inch from his cheek.
He mouthed silently and urgently
“What are you doing”!
Andrea looked back at him with a bright, sweet, smile and promptly kissed him on the lips.
She brought her mouth next to his ear and whispered very quietly,
“I thought I would join you doctor, and as I reached out in the dark I felt a large door handle”
Her eyes flashed at him and her teeth were small and even as she grinned impishly as though everything happening was nothing more than a jolly jape in the dorm!
“Watch” she whispered and his gaze returned to the scene below them.

Out of the encircling masked figures one approached the trussed up Hanna who was now concealed within the box, the figure reached into the folds of the cloak and took out a marble jar. They opened it and using their fingers, scooped out a smooth shiny looking substance, then to Sento’s disbelief took their fingers and very slowly began to rub in the substance all over Hanna’s small pink anus that was pushed flat against the box’s inner wall. The figure was working quite methodically and gently as though keen to ensure a thorough job lubricating Hanna’s tight hole, working first one finger through the tight little bud, then two fingers, until Sento could see the fingers disappear up to the knuckles.

As this was happening to Hanna, the five girls moved over so that each one was standing in front of a naked man. The bell rang out again and in one simultaneous movement, the girls sank to their knees and gently took the semi-flaccid penises in their mouths. Sento watched in a sort of paralysed fascination. Andrea’s hand was still at his crutch and had manoeuvred around and through the thick material of his dressing gown and had slipped under his night shirt, so he gasped as the cool hand closed around his swelling member and began to gently massage the shaft and trace her finger nails around the skin behind his scrotum.

Sento gasped breathing heavily as he watched the full lips of the girls sucking slowly on the swelling members of the five men. He could see the girl’s cheeks filling, as each man’s flaccid penis started to fill with blood and swell to fill and stretch the soft orifices of the girl’s mouths. At the same time, Andrea’s hand had created a raging erection of his own and he could feel the weight of his organ lifted by Andrea’s hand and swing heavily between his legs when she let go to move her hand to another sensitive spot, to continue her milking of his sex.

Sento moved his hand behind his body and reached out for Andrea. He felt her body, warm and compliant, pushed firmly against his. Her mouth was still by his ear and he felt the wet breath and kisses that came from her tongue snaking around his ear lobes and neck. His hand, reaching out behind him, found that she was wearing a night-shift with no dressing gown, the front of which clearly was held closed with small ribbons but which were now loosened so his hand quickly touched the soft, smooth skin of her belly.
At that moment he felt a great grip of sexuality rising up inside him again, a new feeling, similar to that afternoon’s coupling but now even more intense. He was aware the he was dripping large droplets of semen from the tip of his penis as Andrea was smearing it around the barrel of his phallus and smoothing it into his skin, making for even greater sensitivity round the head of his sex.

Andrea ran her fingers around the entrance to his own anus and he felt the wonderful sensation as the smooth long fingers nudged and tickled the puckered skin between his own buttocks, spreading his own semen into his anus and lubricating him as he watch the girls below, sucking and allowing the men to slowly use their mouths like soft and open vaginas.

Sento felt that reality has taken a step to one side. His normal world of science and pragmatism, where he had some measure of control and understanding, had given way to some strange dark gothic world of rampant sexuality. His lions were on fire as he watched the strange depraved performance in the half light of the ballroom. And then felt the slim hard penis that pointed up into the air between Andrea’s legs. Andrea was priapic and he was utterly and totally aroused by the combination of her male urgency and hardness coupled with and delivered through her sweet soft female body. It was a tantalising combination and for a moment he tore his gaze away from the orgiastic display and kissed her hard and breathlessly on the lips, their tongues flickering together their lips crushed and urgent sucking the air from each other’s lungs.

Then in an electric moment, Sento felt the tip of Andrea’s sex pushed between the cheeks of his buttocks and push firmly and deliberately against the tensed ring of his anus.
She sensed his reaction and whispered again in his ear
“just relax…you must relax so I can have you, I want to be your real mistress and to do that I must be inside your body”!

Sento felt the slim head of Andrea’s sex, push harder against his body and he looked back down into the orgiastic scene below and tried to empty his mind of all rational thought and to give himself and his body up to these new sensations.

All the five men were now in a fully erect state their large penises stuck out in front of them like large jutting rods, glistening still with the girl’s saliva.

The five girls now moved Hanna in the box device towards the nearest male.
They paused, the bell rang out again and as if acting on this signal, the girls manoeuvred the box so that Sento could see that the small aperture in the box, which contained Hanna bound body, was level with the first jutting phallus. The man stood, his pelvis gently pushed forward, his hands on his hips. The girls moved the box so that the tip of the large swollen red phallic head was just touching the small round tight O of Hanna’s body. One of the girls held the shaft in her hand and the others slowly pushed the box so the tip of the penis started to invade and open the tight hole it pushed against.
There was a sudden cry of pain from Hanna, made all the more startling by the fact of the pervasive silence up until that moment. Sento watched in excited fascination as the whole swollen length of prick slid smoothly into Hanna’s body and filling that space that Sento’s own organ had been in not twelve hours before.

At the same time Sento felt the smooth penetration of his own body as he felt the stretching of his insides as Andrea’s persistent pressure, pushed the tip of her penis, past the outer ring of his anus, and as he breathed out deeply he felt it slide all the way inside him in a smooth movement that was totally new to his body and he could feel her pubis pushed hard against the cheeks of his bottom.
The feeling was quite extraordinary and wonderful; any initial discomfort faded and was replaced by a spreading warmth and sexual tingling, all his nerve ending were electric and he felt every move of the organ inside him magnified a thousand times. His own phallus strained upright in an agony of sexual tension. The simulacrum of his and Hanna’s body, only heightened the whole experience, as he watched the girls move Hanna back and forth, rocking her on the long glistening organs.
As he watched the man’s body stiffened with what Sento thought must be his orgasmic spending into Hanna’s body. It was confirmed as he pulled out and Sento saw the glistening semen dribble out of Hanna’s body and drip from the now subsiding penis.

The ‘play’ moved on and the girls moved Hanna to the next man who purposefully and in one move, plunged his long thin rod into the now wet and sticky insides of Hanna. He was excited to a glistening hardness as he pleasured himself in the now stretched orifice and his pistoning pushed great gobbets of the previous mans semen out around the sides of his shaft.

Another man from the circle now moved to the other end of the box and holding his penis level, pushed into what must have been Hanna’s mouth. Sento could not see because of the angle of the box, but he could see that Hanna was now the moist receptacle to two large male organs, each one eager to unload their pent-up semen from their heavy ball sacs. Inside Sento’s head a strange tempo was building; his lower body felt the weight of Andrea behind him, she had scrabbled at their nightshirts and had pulled them up so they were locked against each other’s naked skin. He felt the firmness of her stomach against his back and the gentle pumping motion of her erect sex buried inside his gut, lubricating him as she became heated in her sexual arousal by leaking her juice into his smooth tight hole. He felt as though he were on a bodily merry-go-round, as his eyes watched Hanna being filled and topped up again and again with the hot shiny male seed that was being pumped inside her. In this aroused animal state he was still able to notice that a number of the masked figures in robes had pulled open the front of their robes to reveal long red, distended penises and in three cases, the dark v of a woman’s vulva, their fingers opening the fat lips and frantically rubbing the engorged clitoris inside.

As the five men took turns servicing the encased body of Hanna, the last man had the box pushed onto his penis and he quickly thrust into the now wide open rear of the girl. Sento could see that her anus was quite slack now after taking so many large male phalluses and the whole of her rear that was visible, was covered in a thick shiny coating of semen.

A strange animal orgasm seemed to be building as he felt his own organ dripping pools of sticky juice on the wooden floor beneath his feet and he felt Andrea’s penis stiffen and twitch inside him and at that moment as if a psychic switch had been turned, the last man ejaculated copiously into Hanna, followed by a fountaining of semen and juice from the surrounding swollen member s of the masked figures. At the same moment he felt the sweet shuddering and spreading warmth inside his own body that signified that Andrea had cum inside him filling him with her own juice and pressing her pert breast against his back, she pulled his head to her mouth and kissed him feverishly and he finally, finally found sweet release and exploded.

Andrea’s hand cupped and rubbed his sac and the painfully hard rod of his penis as he felt the orgasm building from the deepest recesses of his body, it travelled, like a stream of sugary sensations up from his core and out through his organ and he showered great sweet gobbets of white liquid over her hand and all around his feet on the floor and with that great explosion of lust and passion he temporarily felt his vision begin fading and heard his own practical voice in his head saying, “your passing out old chap…too much passion I think”! And with that he fainted to the floor with Andrea’s arms holding him as he collapsed.