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St.Trinians' Gardener's Sex Lessons

By: Richard963



I was lucky to get the job really. I had received minimal schooling as I was an orphan. I left school when I was 14 when I was put into the care of the Council. They started me to work in the Council Parks Department. I had stayed there until I was 18 and then left and had done odd gardening jobs since then. I liked to work outdoors and with my hands, so when the Job Centre sent me out to this School saying that they had a job for a gardener there, I was well pleased. It was not far out of town where I had been living in a bed-sit and I soon found the entrance. 

There was this large old sign which said First Aid Nursing Yeomanry School and below it Territorial Women's Army Training School. I thought it a very unusual sign. On the other side of the entrance was the sign saying St.Trinians School for Young Girls and below a newer sign saying St Trinians Finishing School, which I did find interesting. 

I cycled up to the front door of a large mansion in its own grounds. I knocked on the door and waited. I heard lots of noise inside but no one answered the door, so I pushed it and went in. Inside, it was a large hall with a staircase in front of me and lots of doors leading off it. I could see nobody so I called out. "Hello?

There was silence, so I sat down in the hall and waited. After about ten minutes all the doors opened and a crowd of girls came running out going in all directions -- ignoring me. Then at last I was seen and an older woman saw me and asked who I was and want did I want. I explained and showed her my job slip.

"Have you been a gardener before?"

"Yes ma'am. I worked four years with the Council Parks."

"Good. When can you start?"

"I could start today. Will I be able to live here?"

"Oh Yes. A room is available for you in the garden shed."

I was shown the room in the old Coach House. She told me the history of the old building. There had been a convent on the site but the nuns had been thrown out in Henry VIII's time. The whole estate had been bought by a rich Tudor merchant and rebuilt. He died before it had been finished but his wife lived in it for many years. The coach house had been the chapel and had been kept. Then, in Victorian times, the mansion was bought by a Lady Broughton. She had the chapel adapted to be a coach house, and the rest of the mansion was also rebuilt and expanded.

"So this estate has always belonged to, and been used by women alone?"

"Oh yes, during the First World War, it was used by the First Aid Nursing Yeomanry - the Princess Royal's Volunteer Corps, the first all female independent unit of nursing. Then in the Second World War, it was bought by the War department for use by another all female army unit, for training purposes. Additional buildings were added to the original block to make dormitories for the women. The stable block was demolished and a separate house built for the teachers/officers and another one for the domestic staff."

I asked what happened to the old gardener.

"Oh he died of a heart attack when he tried to run from some of the girls. It's no surprise, he smoked too much, and had a terrible cough."

"Why was he running away?"

"He was dirty old man and they had caught him peering through the swimming pool changing room window."

I was suitably warned and I resolved not to do that. I returned to my bed-sit, collected my things and told the landlord I was going. I strapped my suitcase on the back of my bike and pedalled back to the school. I went in, and went into my new home. It was a loft, a floor had been put into the old Chapel and I could see the roof rafters above me. Underneath the floor was a sit-on mowing machine with a gang mower, plus all the necessary tools for my job.

There was toilet, a hand basin and a small shower. I looked around and found a collection of photographs. They were of the girls, some were exercising in their blue knickers, others were sitting down and one could see up their skirts to view their pants, and some were of girls pissing behind a wooden hut. These last few excited me. I had never seen a girl's quim and this one was also pissing!

The room was dirty and the bed linen soiled. I went to the kitchen via the back entrance and mentioned this to the staff. They were horrified that no one had cleaned it up after the dirty old man had died.

"We'll come over right away." 

Four of them came over and tore out all the old man's stuff and burnt it all. They could hardly bring themselves to touch the sheets. They burned all of his clothes, and his girly magazines and photos. Then they gave me a tin of white emulsion and I painted the whole area. In the small bathroom, they used bleach on all surfaces.

"I don't know how we tolerated having this man on our premises."

"He came with the house," said one woman. "The old Miss Frinton died after her old school was blown up and burnt when the Fourth Form girl's spirit still exploded. Her niece, Annie Frinton inherited it and sold it to a developer. She used the money, together with the reward money for finding the Train Robbery loot, to buy this place. It used to be used as a Training College for Army nurses. She oversaw the modernisation and adaptation of the place to be a school for girls. It is said that some of the bags of old bank notes were never found by the police, but Annie Frinton did before it was sold, and she paid most of the builders in cash."

I slept well and started my first day's work after a breakfast which was served in the kitchen with the other staff. I had been told not to talk to or pester the girls. I mowed the playing fields and put up the lacrosse nets and the hockey boards. I watched them play from a distance. I thought that they played very roughly and there seemed to be a lot of fouls. Another thing I noticed was that the young girls watching the games had on long skirts to their ankles and the older girls had short skirts well above their knees. I asked the staff at supper why was that.

"It's a matter of pride with them that they wear the same skirt all through their career here, so it starts off long and ends looking short!"

Apparently I was also expected to carry out all the maintenance work as well. One job I had, was to look after the coal fired boiler, for heating the water and for the central heating. In the winter it would require constant stoking but in the summer it was only used to heat water for baths etc. There was also a still which I know was illegal, but I was told it was a tradition of St. Trinians to make their own gin and vodka for their own use. 

The old house used to have all their vegetables supplied from their walled garden but Lady Broughton in the nineteen thirties, had a large swimming pool built in the Kitchen Garden and a tennis court for her weekend parties. There was a large building at the entrance to the old walled area which was converted into a changing rooms, showers and lavatories for the girls to use. It also housed the pump and chlorination mechanism. 

On the other side of the school, there was a building which had been a private house with its own boiler room. It had two floors and had a large green house on one side which had been now furnished as a conservatory. It was lived in by the girls who stayed on at St Trinians after they had reached 18. They told me that the Headmistress had decided to start a `Finishing School` to get in more fees. There were six of them and they considered that they were not school girls any longer and were all over 18 years old. They lived apart from the younger girls. It was here that my sex education began. 

I came into their house and asked where the boiler was, as I was expected to get it to work. In the conservatory there were several young women lounged about the area sunning themselves. I didn't want to chat to them but they started to take an interest in me first. "What's your name? Have you a girlfriend?" and other such questions. Then a girl called Wendy, asked if I had ever been kissed. "No, I've never had the chance."

"Well then we will have to do something about that!"

She came over to me to where I was sitting on a wicker chair and sat on my lap and kissed me on the lips.

"Relax your lips and open your mouth a bit." Then she kissed me again and pushed her tongue into my mouth.

"There you are, is it nice?"

"Oh yes, it was terrific. Can we do it again?"

Wendy kissed me again and for longer. She put her arms around me and smiled back at the other girls. 

"I think I've found myself a new boy friend."

The next day I had to see to a delivery of coal for the boilers and I got terribly dirty. I went into the kitchen to wash my hands and face. The house keeper insisted I had a bath and took me into her room.

"Now strip off and I'll wash those clothes and you can put on clean ones."

"These are the only trousers and shirt I've got!"

"Well strip off and brush them down, we'll have to go to town and buy you some new ones."

I took off my clothes and stood there waiting to be told what to do next. The woman, Joan, looked at me nude and said "You're so thin! Didn't your mum feed you?"

"I'm an orphan, I have no mum," and I burst into tears. 

The nice woman came and gave me a hug as I cried my heart out. This was the first show of affection I had ever had. This was 1969 and kisses and hugs were not usual between people who were not married.

I went in the School's car into town with the house keeper and I was bought everything I could need. Underpants, shirts, shoes, boots, a donkey jacket, and a pair of tough trousers called denim jeans. Joan paid for it all with cheques. 

I was so happy, I put on my best outfit and went to the girl's club and showed them. There were three girls sitting in the downstairs room.

"Look at my new clothes -- even underpants, they're called Y-fronts!"

"Well, let's see them then".

I dropped my trousers in front of the four girls and they all wowed. Then Wendy came over and started to run her hands over my body. 

"My, you're thin." Then she ran her hands over my underpants.

"What have you in here?" She pulled down my pants and saw my prick.

"Oh that's not small. I wonder what it would be like when it's stiff?"

She dropped to her knees and started to play with it. Then as it grew bigger she put her mouth down on to it. 

"That feels nice." I said.

Wendy looked up at me and smiled with her eyes; her mouth being full at the time. I looked over at the other girls and they looked interested and one of them had put her hands up her short skirt and down her knickers. Gradually and quickly I could feel this tremendous emotion. 

"Oh God that's wonderful... Oh yes."

Wendy pulled her mouth off my prick and stood up.

"Now it's your turn to please me. Get down on your knees and kiss my fanny."

I did as I was told and pushed my head up her skirt. Then I reached up and pulled her white knickers off. I eased them over her feet and she opened up her legs, I moved in and pushed my head up to her crotch so I could kiss her fanny. It was lightly covered in hair and I could see her dark crack easily. I put my mouth onto it and tentatively licked upwards. The more I licked it, the more juice flowed out. I was really beginning to like the taste and smell. 

"Suck and lick my clitoris." Wendy said. "That's it Dickie, munch your first muff. I'm teaching you how to pleasure a girl."

I licked her for about 5 minutes. She had me alternating between licking and sucking her cunt, stabbing my tongue in and out, sucking and licking her clit. Sometimes she took control and roughly mashed my face into her pussy. 

She squealed as she started squirting stuff into my mouth. At first I thought she was pissing in my mouth and tried to back away but she had a firm grip on the back of my head which kept me in place. Then I realised it was more of her pussy juice. Could women cum too? Instinct made me open my mouth and accept the warm tasty liquid. Her sexy lithe body shook and shuddered. 

I moved out from under her skirt and stood up. She held my face between her hands again and pulled me in for a passionate kiss. My prick was standing outwards so I pushed it between her thighs. Wendy broke off our kiss and pushed my body back a bit. I looked down as my prick flicked upwards and spunk flew out the end. The other girls clapped and laughed.

"Well done Wendy, that was at least three feet."

I had a big smile on my face and my knees felt weak. I pulled up my pants and trousers. The girls were very nice to me and gave me a cup of tea. I looked at their boiler another day when they were in classes -- I was too knackered.

I didn't have an opportunity to go back to their club till a week after, when I had been told to go and `sort out` their lavatory. I knocked on the door and went in. There were only two girls in the room -- Wendy and one called Maria. She was dark skinned and had a lovely soft voice with a trace of a Spanish accent.

"Come in Dickie, I'll show you the problem." Wendy said.

We went up stairs to the bathroom. 

"This is a new lavatory. It was installed in place of an old one which had a cistern right up near the ceiling, and it should work but it's not working properly."

I walked in and took the lid off the cistern. I had never seen the inside of one before but I soon worked out how it worked and I could see that the valve screw needed turning a bit more. When I pressed the handle it worked perfectly.

"Oh thank you. We couldn't use it." 

Wendy threw her arms around me and kissed me hard and then she slipped her tongue in and kept on pressing her lips on mine. 

"I think it's time for you to have your second lesson in sex. Take your clothes off."

So I took my clothes off and put them in a neat pile, then I sat on a bed. Then Wendy took off her short gym slip and blouse, revealing her bra, white knickers and black stockings. I goggled. Then she slowly started to take off her bra and pants. She began make music.

"Di da da daa, did a da daa, did dad a daa...." I recognised the tune of the `Stripper`. She revealed a lovely pair of breasts, and a hairy twat. I could feel my penis grow to full erection. I kissed her lovely brown nipples and raised my hands and fondled her tits. They weren't very large and she didn't have to wear a bra, but they were firm and I loved them! 

"Now kiss the other one..... suck on my nipples..... oh yes that's great."

"On your knees Dickie and worship at my temple of love!"

I kneeled in front of her and looked at her narrow slit partially covered by hair. She pulled my head into her crotch and said "Now lick me, Dickie boy."

I grabbed her two bum cheeks and pushed my tongue inside what I could reach. She opened her legs and pushed her hips forward. I could now get right inside of her. Her cunt tasted delicious if a bit salty from her last piss, she held my head tightly and gave a big shudder and pushed me away.

"Lie down on the bed now and I will fuck you."

So I laid down on the nearest bed with my penis standing straight up. She threw her leg over mine and grasped my prick in her right hand and then looking down, rubbed it against herself and then sank down on it. She gave a groan and shuddered as I went all the way up her cunt. She stayed still for a moment, and leant forward with her hands on my chest, breathing heavily. Then she lifted herself up and started to fuck me. Up and down she slid on my prick. I had my hands on her neat round arse, helping her move. I could feel my sperm moving up and I was in ecstasy. I gripped her bum and one of my fingers popped into her arse hole. Wendy gave a scream of joy as she orgasmed. She then slumped down onto my chest.

Maria had been watching all this and came close to us and hugged us both and shuddered against us. 

"That was fantastic, I want to do it too, Now!"

Wendy climbed off and said "he's all yours" and she went off to the bathroom.

Maria then jumped off the bed and pulled her dark blue knickers off, and jumped back onto the bed. She walked on her knees up the bed and straddled my head.

"Now kiss my pussy!"

I licked, I slurped, I enjoyed myself and got my face all wet. Maria moved her cunt back and forward on my nose rubbing it against herself. Then suddenly I felt a hand on my prick moving my foreskin up and down; then a mouth enveloped it. Oh it was so good. I could feel my erection returning as I was gobbled.

I heard Wendy's voice say "He's stiff now, you can fuck him."

Maria moved down my body with my hands still on her bum cheeks. Then she grabbed hold of my prick, rubbed it up and down her slit and then bore down on to it; she waited a moment as she shuddered with a small orgasm, then she began to fuck me. It was wonderful. She was so wet and I was so hard. I had fired off once, so this time I was lasting longer. Maria suddenly went stiff and then stopped moving and collapsed on top of me. 

" Don't stop now!" 

I was still holding her hips so I moved her around so I was on top and fucked her hard and fast. Then I came and I stiffened and fell onto her. I felt my prick shrink and slip out and I slid sideways on to the bed. We hugged each other gently and she kissed me tenderly.

"You're my first man!"

"You're my second girl!" 

Afterwards I felt full of smiles. It was noticed when I sat down for supper in the school kitchen.

"You're looking happy today! Who's tickled your fancy?" said the cook as she put down my supper in front of me.

"I'm just happy to be here amongst friendly people" I replied.

"That's nice; you're turning out to be just the person we were hoping for. The last gardener was such miserable old letch." 

Those first sexual experiences altered my whole outlook on life. It was like looking at life with rose tinted glasses. I also looked at girls differently I would now look at their breasts, their legs and their face and pick out the good ones from the bad. I felt a tremendous pull towards Maria. I felt as though she had captured my heart if and not just my tool. We had made love not had sex. 

I took to hanging about near the Finishing School house hoping for a chance to see her and hopeful to repeat my performance. I got my chance when I saw Wendy sitting outside having a coffee. I approached and asked if Maria was about.

"Yes she's upstairs, go up and see her."

I went quickly into the house; it seemed empty -- the other girls must be in a class. I climbed the stairs and looked around the dormitory, no sight of her. I heard moans coming from the bathroom. I rushed in thinking that she must be in pain but instead I saw Maria sitting on the loo furiously rubbing her cunt. Her short skirt was up round her waist and her dark blue knickers were down and hanging off her left foot. She had her eyes tight shut as she moaned. 

"Lick me lick me fuck me... oh yes do it to me...."

I hesitated, what should I do. I decided to act and I dropped to my knees in front of her and put my face between her knees. She opened he eyes and looked at me.

"Ahhhhh do it do it to me now..."

I pushed forward and put my mouth onto her hairy twat and pushed my tongue inside her cunt. I wiggled it about as she put both hands on my head holding me tightly against herself. I was suffocating but I carried on having my face used. Then suddenly I was pushed away.

"Quickly change places ... I want to fuck you."

I tore down my trousers to my ankles and turned around to sit on the seat. Maria straddled my thighs grabbed hold of my prick and dropped herself down on to me. Her cunt was tight around it but wet, slippery and felt beautiful. I held her with two hands and thrust upwards into her. Once, twice, adjusting my movements to hers, to build up a rhythm. 

"Come now, come inside me I want to feel you shoot your spunk!"

My hands were gripping her bum cheeks. I accidentally slid round and my fore- finger slipped into her arse hole. I thought it was a good idea and I pushed it in as far as I could "AHHHH I'm coming."


St.Trinians' Gardener's Sex Lessons



I felt her cunt tighten as she pushed herself down onto my thighs. I could feel my cock spurt out its sperm right into her womb. We held each other in a hug, as we descended from the heights of ecstasy. Then we put our clothes back on and went downstairs. Wendy got up and made us a cup of tea in the kitchen. 

"You look like you need a bit of refreshment!"

We sat around then and chatted. It occurred to me that we hadn't used any French letters when we fucked.

"Have I made you pregnant now? Will I have to marry you?"

"No, you're safe. We've been instructed in the Marie Stopes birth control."

"What's that?"

"Well, Marie Stopes published called `Married Love` in 1918 and gave the details of how to avoid pregnancy by only making love when a woman is infertile. A women's periods, are every 28 days; she bleeds for four to seven days then is fertile for twelve days then infertile for seven days. We are now in the infertile time and we can fuck safely!"

"Wow I never heard of that before."

"If you want to fuck us again, you had better buy some condoms."

So on the next Saturday I cycled into town and bought two packets of three. I called into the Finishing School house on the next Wednesday in the afternoon. There were three girls this time, the third one was called Joan. She had glasses on and was slightly plump.

I sat down and had a cup of tea with them and talked. I managed to get the talk around to sex as that was the reason for my coming here.

Wendy spoke. "There's no chance of you fucking us this week. We all have our periods now."

"What, all of you?"

"Yes, because we sleep in the same room, all our periods start at the same time."

"Oh." I said deeply disappointed. Having tasted of the apple, I wanted more. Everyone was silent in thought for a few minutes, then Joan spoke. "I have read that Portuguese women allow their bum holes to be used for sex instead of their vaginas so that they don't get pregnant. We could try that way, couldn't we?" 

Wendy answered, "Yes I sure Dickie could do that to you. Come on let's go upstairs and try."

We all ran upstairs with Joan squealing with excitement. I sat on one bed and removed my boots, trousers and Y-fronts. Joan sat on another and undid her skirt and pulled down her white knickers with her back to me and then jumped up on to the bed and wiggled her bum at me. It was a lovely white arse which contrasted nicely with the black stockings she was still wearing. I could see her twat, with hair covering the dark slit of her cunt. There was a white string of her tampon coming out from her cunt. Her arse hole also had a few hairs around it; I felt drawn towards it so I bent down and pulled her cheeks open and pushed my face inwards. My tongue flicked out and I licked her wrinkled hole. I felt Joan shiver with excitement or anticipation.

"That's right Dickie, lubricate her hole while I look for something better in the bathroom." I pushed my tongue in as far as I could, then I pushed my finger in -- there was nothing stopping it.

"Here, I have found a tub of Vaseline, put this on her hole."

I scooped up a blob of the jelly and pushed it into her rosebud. Then I rubbed some on the purple head of my prick, and I gave it a bit of a wank to stiffen it. I climbed onto the bed and put my legs either side of Joan's so as to have access to her bum hole. I held my prick and moved my hips forward until I was touching her arsehole then I pushed it inwards. The head went in and then I could not push any further.

"You're too tight! Relax it a bit"

Maria spoke up, "I'll frig your clitty to excite you." 

She put her hand underneath Joan's belly and found her cunt and started to rub her clitoris. I felt Joan's sphincter muscle relax so I pushed it in further and then pulled out and pushed I again even further.

"This is nice; it feels good. What do you feel?"

"It feels queer, but nice in a funny sort of way. Keep rubbing my nub, Maria I'm getting there." 

I slowly started to move in and out, the pressure on my penis was great but wonderful. I felt I was in ecstasy. Suddenly I couldn't stop; the explosion of sperm was about to happen. I pulled back and my cock head came right out. I thrust forwards, missed her now gaping hole, but caught it in her plump bum cheeks crack, and it exploded spunk onto her back and blouse. I fell back onto my thighs and looked down at the mess.

Maria ran off to the bathroom and came back with a flannel and wiped Joan's back and then offered it to me. I used it and then dressed. We all went downstairs and had another nice cup of tea.

Hot summer came to St Trinians. I had to fill the pool and chlorinate the water. Then it was invaded by hoards of little girls all dressed in blue costumes. Why do little girls always scream when they're in the water? It's perfectly safe and two mistresses are looking after them but they scream like they are being raped when in fact they are having fun. I kept well away from them.

I went for a walk around the perimeter wall which went behind the back of the sports pavilion that stood overlooking the playing fields. It was an old wooden bungalow type and was used to watch cricket matches. But it didn't have any toilets, so the girls went around the corner and pissed out of sight by some bushes. 

I had forgotten the photos I had seen and I came upon the sight of two Finishing School girls with their pants down peeing, as I walked up from a copse of trees by the back wall. The sight of their bare bums and the flow of urine was exciting. I could feel my cock get stiff in my trousers. I stood still and just watched until the flow had stopped and they pulled up their knickers. 

I walked around the other side of the hut and went into it nonchalantly. Inside were three girls from the Finishing School who I didn't know, but they knew me. 

"Hi there! I have never been here before. Is it ever used now?"

"Hi Dickie, come on in. Oh yes the place is used to change in and to sit in when the other side is fielding at cricket."

The three girls were smoking cigarettes. One was big and blond, called Sonia, one who had copper red hair was Pamela and the third one, a mousy brunette, was Jean. 

All three girls were sitting in a big sofa with their feet up on a table. Their skirts were minis as was the style of that year, and I could see their white thighs and knickers. Each girl wore pants of a different colour to show that they weren't school girls any longer, but they still wore the black stockings which came to just above their knees. The contrast was fabulous. I liked the white pair with small cherries on them. 

I tore my eyes away from their crotches as I saw that they were holding wine glasses obviously being filled from the bottle of vodka on the table. It had a black label with skull and cross bones on it and there was also a half empty bottle of lemonade.

"Have a drink! We're testing the latest batch of booze. We've added blackberries to it and are calling it Black Death!"

"Aren't you a bit young to be drinking and smoking?"

"No, we're all over eighteen and Sonia is nineteen -- we came back St Trinians when the Finishing School started."

They gave me a glass with this dark liquid in it. Being an idiot I knocked it straight back to get the full effect. 

"Ahhhhhhh" I spluttered and then found I couldn't speak. My voice had been burned off.

I quickly poured myself some lemonade and drank it down.

"Wow that has some kick. What proof is it?"

"Well we've added thirty percent distilled water but perhaps we should add some more?"

A warm glow came over me. I felt enlivened. I looked round and really looked hard at the three girls sitting together on a large old sofa with their coloured knickers on 

"What a sight! I saw two of you having a piss round the corner and now I can all see all of your knickers!" 

"Aren't you the lucky one! But we understand that you have been initiated into what women have under their pants already?"

"Well yes, but somehow seeing yours is still exciting. I can feel an erection coming on."

"Oh let's see. We haven't seen many stiff pricks. We have been practising amongst ourselves with dildos but never actually handled a live cock! Drop your trousers now!"

"I will if you will."

"You first". 

I shyly sat down and took my heavy boots off then my denim trousers, followed by my underpants. I then stood up exposing my prick which was only half way to an erection. The three girls all stood up and came over to me and each of them reached down and fondled me in turn.

"It's nice and look, its growing. I wonder how big it is. Pass that tape measure over and we'll measure it. Will it get even bigger if I suck it?"

One of the girls found the tape while the big blond girl went down on her knees and grabbed my cock and pushed her mouth onto the purple head. It felt wonderful. She pulled her mouth off and grabbed the tape. She pulled it out and measured me. 

"Its seven inches long and..... five inches in circumference."

"Wow .. it looks even bigger. Do think we could fuck it? Have you got a condom , Dickie?"

"Yes I have one." I took it out of my pocket and rolled the rubber down my stiff prick.

"How can we all use it?" said Jean.

Sonia replied, "I heard from Miss Jones that if you tie a silk scarf around the base of a penis, the blood couldn't escape and the sperm couldn't come up!"

"Right, then let's work it out. Pamela, pull that low bench over here, and Dickie you lie on it."

So I did as I was told, and laid down on the hard wooden bench. The girls were busy undoing their skirts and then, to my delight pull down their knickers. For the first time I could see all their pubes! Jean had a neat dark triangle of hair, Pamela had light red coloured hair and Sonia was completely bare.

I asked her, "Why haven't you any hair there?"

"I had it all waxed off as I had a job in my hols, modelling swim suits."

"Wow. I've never seen a bare pussy before."

Jean produced this pastel coloured silk scarf and wound it round my cock and knotted it quite firmly.

"Right, girls" said Pamela, "Who is the wettest, has the first fuck?"

The three girls all pushed their fingers into their twats and gave them a rub. Sonia answered first and said she was wet. She threw her right leg over me and the bench and grabbed my prick and then positioned it underneath herself and slowly slid down. Oh what a feeling. Her cunt was hot, wet and it was like, well like nothing else on earth, wonderful. She moved up and down with gay abandon. I held her hips and helped her. I watched her large breasts flop up and down as she wasn't wearing a bra. 

Then suddenly there was a hairy cunt moving onto my face. It must have been Jean. I could hear her say "I want an orgasm NOW." 

She rubbed herself along my face until she felt my tongue on her clitoris. I licked it, rubbed my nose on it, sucked it and finally bit it. She cried out as she came, hard. Slowly she got back off. Sonia had cum as well, so my prick was waving in the breeze.

"My turn now" said Pamela, and she swung her leg over me with her bum facing me. Slowly and carefully she lowered her cunt downwards. After having one cunt fuck me facing forwards, it felt strange to have one facing backwards. The angle seemed all wrong! Still it was warm and wet and I soon appreciated it. Pamela moved fast then and then stopped and seemed to rub her clit on my pubic bone. She must have cum because she then leant forward on to my knees not moving. I desperately wanted to come now but was frustrated.

"Please take the rubber off and let me cum now."

Pamela got off me, turned around and reached down and took it off. Then she wanked me gently with her small hand, smiling at me as she did so.

"Put your mouth on it, Pammy" said Sonia. So she did so. It was exquisite. I could feel a rush of spunk coming, so I put my hands on her head and held it down and I came in her mouth. 

"Ahhhhhh..... at last......" I cried. Pamela raised her head and wiped her mouth.

"Wow ..... that's a first for me. Why do they call it a `Blow Job` when I didn't blow at all?"

"It's a stupid American phrase. You did well." Sonia said.

After that adventure, things went quiet for me. Maria and I became friendlier and we fucked a few times using a condom but it was difficult to arrange liaisons with teachers and other girls about. I was bored and I went out in the evenings down to the local village pub for a couple of pints after supper some nights and particularly Saturday night when we all had a sing song. I found the beer reduced my sex drive particularly as very few girls came into the pub.

After two months I realised that I had put on weight and all the sun and exercise had made my body fit. I had cut one pair of my denims off into shorts and I had bought a T shirt so I was also tanned. Then one day, towards the end of the term, the cook told me that Miss Frinton wanted to see me, so I went to her study and stood in front of her. 

"Now Richard, you have been a very successful gardener and we have all come to like you. In this girl's school you are like a cockerel amongst a lot of hens. We would like to ask you if you would help us to show our six form gals what a real man looks like and what sex is all about so that when they leave here they will not be ignorant which could lead to tragedy. Would you do that for us?" 

I, of course, said yes and on the next Wednesday afternoon I went in clean clothes to the six form class room where Mrs Valerio was the language teacher. She was an Italian person who taught languages and was the only married (and divorced) teacher on the staff. She introduced me to the girls; there were twelve of them sitting down in two rows in front of the teacher's desk. Mrs Valerio introduced me -- they had all seen me but I hadn't talked to any of them or even see them close. She then asked me to take my clothes off, all of them, which I did with a little embarrassment.

"This is a penis in its relaxed state. To get it excited, a man has to have some stimulation. In my experience anything in female form will excite him! The sight of a cleavage between your breasts, a shapely leg, a nicely rounded bum, a flash of knickers, white thighs and even just a good shape under a blouse. A beautiful face does not sexual excite him. Two eyes meeting and shining will stun him with love though. That it is extremely rare -- it might only happen to you three of four times in a lifetime."

"I will demonstrate how to excite a man by use of my hand." She grasped my cock and started to move her hand up and down gently. My prick responded quite quickly in the presence of so many girls. I enjoyed the feeling.

"Now to really excite him, you can fellate him, like this." She dropped to her knees in front of me, sideways onto the class, and put her wet mouth onto my cock and moved her head back and forwards. Then she pulled back and licked it; I really enjoyed this. She stopped and spoke.

"Now be careful -- too much movement will cause the man to release his sperm too soon for your enjoyment. Premature ejaculation is the curse of most young men. I have heard of men ejaculating at the entrance of a vagina and still making the girl pregnant. Their little sperms are very virile. Their purpose is to make you pregnant, so be warned."

The Teacher then brought out a condom. 

"This is a contraception device called a condom, or French letter, or a rubber. This is how you use one. You unroll it down a stiff penis all the way down."

A girl put her hand up, "Can you put it onto a limp prick?"

"No Cynthia, you have to get it stiff first but remember too much wanking of a man's foreskin will lead to ejaculation. In this case Dickie has maintained his stiffness. Now I will demonstrate a few love making positions."

"First there is the missionary position where the man is on top, then the position where the girl is on top. This one gives more pleasure to the woman as her clitoris is in contact with the man's penis. Then there is the doggy position."

She went onto her hands and knees and I knelt behind her, with my knees either side of her thighs. I pushed my stiff prick into her crotch rubbing it on her white knickers.

One of the girls watching asked "Couldn't the man make a mistake and go into your ..er..mmm... bottom hole?"

Mrs Valerio answered "Well no, your bottom hole is very tight and it would hurt you if he put it in there without lubrication."

I carried on moving my penis back and forward; she pushed herself up and stood and said "One other position used frequently is in a chair. Come up onto the platform Richard."

I shuffled up as my trousers as my Y--fronts were still round my ankles. The teacher's desk was in front of the chair which was a simple wooden one. I turned around and sat down and stroked my cock to stiffness again. Mrs Valerio came to me and pulled up her tight black skirt. As she lowered herself she sneakily pulled the crotch of her knickers to one side exposing her hairy cunt. I guided my prick into her and she slid down until she hit my pubes. The girls in the class couldn't see what she was doing in detail, and she didn't tell them!

She moved up and down just a bit, about an inch at a time. It was enough to excite me. I held her bottom as she did so. It wasn't long before I felt like cumming. I moved her hips and down faster and faster and then I jammed her down to shoot my load. The Teacher came also as she leant forward onto my chest. She said nothing for a few minutes and then whispered in my ear. 

" Have you got any more condoms because I would like to do this again,.... soon."

"Yes, I have a packet of three in my flat."

"I'll come to you after supper -- we'll fuck again!" 

She stood up then pulled her skirt down and looked at her class.

"Well that was very good; thank you Richard for your cooperation. Class dismissed."

I hastily pulled up my pants and trousers as the girls began to walk past me. I could see that most of them were flushed in the face and all of them smiled brilliantly at me. I smiled back. That night Mrs Valerio came up to my room. I had tidied it and cleaned it. She came straight in and put her arms around me and kissed me fully on the lips.

"Let's get into bed -- undress now."

She unbuttoned her blouse as I watched, pulling my own trousers down and trying to get my boots off all at the same time. She took off the blouse and then undid her white bra. I kicked off the second boot and stood and watched as her breasts appear. They were lovely round, firm and had nice pink aureoles with standing out nipples. I pulled my shirt off as she took off her skirt and knickers. 

"Oh wow, you are beautiful," as my eyes feasted on her hairy pussy. I waited for her to make the next move. She moved towards me and took my hand and led me to the single bed. She let me get onto the bed first and I lay on my side facing her. She slid onto the khaki blanket and kissed me. We touched each other and I felt a thrill run through my body. My hand came up and I fondled her left breast. 

She spoke "now kiss them" and pushed them up towards me. I nibbled her nipples and rubbed my hands around the soft breast tissue. There were gorgeous. I moved downwards then, kissed her belly button and then her pubes. I pushed her onto her back and slid down in between her legs and spread them apart. I looked at her hairy cunt in front of me. Her lips were open and wet; I moved my face forward and inserted my tongue onto them. I licked upwards and inwards. I tasted her juices and they were lovely. I put my face onto to it and pushed my tongue right up as far as I could in her vagina and wiggled it around. 

"Oh that's so good.....put it in me NOW!"

I moved back up on the bed and turned onto my back and pulled her over on top of myself. I felt her hand grip me and guide my cock into herself. As soon as I was in fully, she wrapped her legs around my back and held me tightly; I could only move about an inch but it was enough. 




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I pulled back and thrust forward again and again, then I felt that wonderful feeling and I cried out "I'm coming"

"Pull out for God's sake,....... we forgot to put on a condom!"

I pulled back and then thrust forward to rub my cock on her pubic hair and shot my load of spunk out. I held her off my body while it twitched three times. I could feel my balls tighten to get the last few drops out. She collapsed down onto my side, breathless.

Mrs Valerio rested her head on my chest and gently played with my limp dick. She told me that she hadn't had any sex since her divorce from her violent husband.

"He was brute of a man. He would come home on a Saturday night, demand to have sex with me and then slap me if I refused. I ran away from him. You're a lovely man and you have been good for me."

As she played with my cock, it began to grow in her hand; then she swivelled around and put her mouth on me. It felt great. She was on top of me now, with her legs either side of my head. Her cunt was just there waiting for attention. I reached up and held her hips and moved my mouth up to her wet cunt. I licked her vagina, tasting her juices then I licked higher and found her clitoris standing out bold and I licked that. 

That was my last sexual adventure. This happened in the last week of school and then on the next Wednesday, the school `broke up`. There was a lot of noise and hugs and kisses -- between the girls, they all left. I had a few jobs to finish and then what? After two days. I became sad and depressed. The prospect of being idle and having no prospect of a fuck was depressing I went to talk to Miss Frinton in her study

"What shall I do now?" 

She was very good. She told me that I should go out into the wide, wide world and life my life to the full. 

"Buy yourself a rucksack and peddle your bicycle until you meet your future."

She wrote me out a good reference. She then turned to her big old safe and came back with small armful of bank notes wrapped in paper seals.

"Here, have these. I cannot use them any more as the notes are out of date. Go to a big bank and exchange them. Tell them that you found them in a tin box of your father's after he died."

So I did as she suggested and the bank accepted them. They put the total amount of £2,500 together with my savings from working at St Trinians, into a bank account and gave me a cheque book and Barclays Bank Credit Card. The world was now my oyster.