grounds

'Let's get outside,' said Poppy, thinking what's the worst that could happen out of the building. The school was set in beautiful grounds, a high perimeter wall enclosed a formal garden and kitchen garden.

'All girls have to visit the garden at least twice a day,' said Maisy. Poppy assumed it was for fresh air and good mental health reasons. 'This is Mr Aubergine the gardener,' she heard Maisy say.

There was a topless man in front of her, ripped and dirty and covered in sweat. She swooned, almost falling over, and grabbing on to Maisy. 'Mornin' ladies, first visit today?' 'Poppy is new Mr O,' said Maisy, 'and bottomless, and plugged in her ass.'

'So I see,' he said, 'Well, welcome to St. Ursulas - you've had an eventful morning already. no-one better to show you the ropes than Maisy.'

'Where do you want me?' said Maisy.

'You choose,' said the gardener. Oh god, thought Poppy, was the gardener part of this as well. She watched transfixed as Maisy hitched up her skirt and crouched over a bed of lettuce, then proceeded to piss all over it, pussy exposed and buttplug glinting in the sun. Mr Aubergine crouched down to watch. 'This is how we grow such fantastic fruit and veg Poppy, two loads of teenage piss from each girl a day, does wonders. Your turn.'

Poppy had never taken a piss in front of anyone before. She couldn't move. Maisy had moved to stand by the gardener and from his crouching position he lifted her skirt and licked her urine covered pussy lips, licking his lips and murmuring in delight. 'Do I need to report you to the Head Teacher?' said the gardener, getting impatient. 'Those radishes there could do with a sprinkle.'

In a daze she crouched over a row of radishes and started to pee. The gardener could see everything, the warm urine coming out of her pussy and the plug up her ass. Maisy led her over to the crouching gardener. 'Legs shoulder width apart,' whispered Maisy. Poppy closed her eyes and felt a tongue cleaning her pussy lips of piss, as well as licking he sucked on her exposed labia softly and she let out a moan.

'Thankyou for your tasty presents ladies, I'll see you later,' said the gardener, getting up.

'That's the tour pretty much over,' said Maisy. 'It's lunchtime now,' she said looking at her watch. Do you want to sit with Erin, Olga and me, your dorm mates, or shall I introduce you to some other girls?'