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Finishing School - Episode 01

By: The_inspector_and_the_fish



"Now pay attention, girls. I'm going to ask Johnson to enter the room. Please ensure you have a clear view of the front of the room. It is most imperative that you are able to see this demonstration in its entirety. I understand that for those of you with a sensitive disposition this may seem somewhat confronting, but I must insist that you do not leave the room nor look away. The success of your schooling over the next six weeks depends upon our setting a solid foundation." 

The girls shuffled on their chairs. Some looked around nervously, others leaned forward in eager anticipation. Petticoats rustled, corsets creaked. It was their first day of lessons at Mrs Castlewick's School for Young Ladies. They were from the local area or the surrounding counties, and were here because their parents had heard that Mrs Castlewick had a particular talent for giving ladies of marriageable age every advantage in securing a husband. What their parents did not know was the nature of the education, since all students of the school were sworn to secrecy the minute they arrived.

Mrs Castlewick was a woman of a certain age. Mr Castlewick had been a man of some means and admirable proportions, but had departed this life at an unseasonably early age a decade-and-a-half earlier. His wife had not felt the urge to take another husband, so sure was she that no man could ever fill the space that Mr Castlewick left behind. Anxious to avoid the ruin that would surely befall her if her inheritance were frittered away, she sought to secure her future by taking in young ladies and completing their education.

For Mrs Castlewick had firm views on the subject of marriage, and more particularly on the subject of how best to improve the prospects of finding a good catch. There was one sure way to a man's affections, she believed, having taken that route herself to secure her wedlock with Mr Castlewick and to maintain a firm hold on his attention throughout their all-too-short time together. Her reasoning was simple -- equip a young lady with the skills, experience, and self-possession to attract an eligible man and she would not want for comfort and security through her life. To put it bluntly, if a young woman could fuck like a whore then an absence of wealth, looks or talent need not stand in the way of an advantageous match. 

Over the years her enterprise had flourished, so that she now occupied a stately manor house with ample grounds and more than sufficient room for the servants, gardeners, cooks and housemaids needed to cater to her needs and those of the twenty ladies who were in residence with her at any one time.

Mrs Castlewick looked sternly about the room, and the fidgeting and whispered comments faded to silence. "Very well. Let us begin." She turned towards the door and called out, "Johnson. Enter, if you please."

The door opened and in walked a bear of a man. Tall, broad across the shoulders, thick around the arms and legs, Johnson was as fine a specimen of masculinity as you would hope to find. One of the gardeners, he had been in Mrs Castlewick's employ for three years and was well-versed in what was required of him. He walked to the front of the room and stood next to Mrs Castlewick. The contrast between the coarse labourer with his dark, unkempt hair and muddied clothes next to the taut, starched and very proper teacher was quite marked.

Without being asked, he removed his boots, then his trousers and drawers and finally his shirt, to stand naked before the assembled ladies. It was inevitable, of course, that this act combined with his undeniable handsomeness would draw a reaction from the students, and Mrs Castlewock allowed a moment of gasps, titters and exclamations before she barked, "Silence!"

"Before you, you see the male member. The technical term is penis. The common classes refer to it by a number of other names, of which 'cock', 'dick', and 'knob' are the most common. It will be the focus of your study for the next six weeks, so pay close attention as I point out its significant features." She indicated the end of the organ with her pointing-stick. "This is the foreskin. It covers the head of the penis, or glans to give it its medical name. It may be retracted to expose the head. The head is the most sensitive part of the member, and you will find that concentrating your attention on the very end of the penis will produce a very desirable reaction."

"But that is not to say that you may neglect other regions. The shaft is the name given to the length of the member. Although not as sensitive as the glans, it nevertheless can yield welcome sensations to its owner with the proper attention. Below the shaft hang the testicles, or 'balls' as they are commonly known. Treated roughly they can cause excruciating pain, which of course must be avoided at all costs. Gentle touching, licking or sucking, however, will be a valuable string to your bow, which you shall learn in due course."

"Now, any questions? Yes, Miss Fairview?"

"Ma'am, I was told that the male member is a huge, throbbing thing and was made quite afraid to hear it. What lies before us certainly does not seem to match that description, being quite inoffensive-looking, hanging down like that. Was I misinformed?"

"A perceptive question, Miss Fairview. Your informer was most certainly correct. You see, the penis has two states, flaccid and erect. For the most part, it is as you see it now. However, when a gentleman becomes aroused by the sight, touch or even in some cases the smell or the taste of a lady his member grows enormously in proportion. Observe as I demonstrate.

Mrs Castlewick removed the lid from a jar on the desk beside her and dipped her hand into it. When she withdrew it, it was covered in oil. She then applied her hand, dripping with the oil, to Johnson's penis. The girls all gasped in amazement at the transformation that took place. As Mrs Castlewick slid her hand up and down the shaft, Johnson's member grew before their eyes, reaching up towards the ceiling, thickening and stiffening, until in a matter of moments he was fully erect.

Now it resembled the thing that Amelia Fairview had heard her cousin describe to her. Ten inches long, thick as a Cumberland sausage, with a bulbous head and thick veins straining down its length. It was an object of horror to some of the girls, for how could such a thing ever fit inside them. To others it held a great fascination, and more than a few of the ladies felt themselves becoming moist at the sight.

"Now, I must say," continued Mrs Castlewick, "that not all men are of such generous proportions as Johnson. Many are considerably smaller. But it is much easier to demonstrate to a large group when one is using a prominent member. In our next lesson you will all have the opportunity to become better acquainted with the penis, but for now I wish to show you the end goal of our ministrations to a gentleman's member."

She began to run Johnson with her hand. He looked ahead impassively, hands by his side and feet planted slightly apart. Mrs Castlewick had masturbated Johnson many times, of course, and was intimately familiar with his manhood and his preferences for the handling of it. Knowing that the class would become restless if she delayed too long, she gripped him firmly and rolled the end of his penis with the palm of her hand, while with her other hand she gently kneaded his balls.

After a few moments, she said, "Pay attention, girls. Johnson is about to ejaculate or 'cum' as we also say, aren't you Johnson?"

"I am, ma'am. I'm about to cum."

"Good man. Watching, girls. It will happen any second now, I should think."

Johnson grunted two or three times, but otherwise made no sound as his penis twitched and then spurted forth several gushes of white, sticky fluid. There could be no preventing the young ladies from expressing their surprise, shock and -- in one case -- hysterical amusement as Johnson shot gob after gob of semen onto the parquet floor of the classroom. The last dregs of his ejaculation ran down his shaft and dripped on to Mrs Castlewick's hand.

Squeezing the final drop from him, she wiped Johnson's sticky fluid from her hand with a pocket handkerchief and turned to the class. "And that, ladies, is what we call semen -- also known as 'spunk' or 'cum'. You will become quite familiar with it by the end of your time here, I can assure you. For now, however, that will do. I believe that tea will be served in the garden room, presently, so I shall bid you goodbye for today. I shall see you all here tomorrow morning at 9 o'clock sharp for your next lesson. Johnson, thank you. You may go also."

As Johnson dressed himself, the latest class at Mrs Castlewick's School for Young Ladies made their chattering, laughing, gasping way out the door and down to tea. 

Finishing School - Episode 02



It was nearing the end of the first week of lessons for the students at Mrs Castlewick's School for Young Ladies. And a busy week it had been, with lessons in deportment, conversation and manners as well, of course, as what had been for many of the girls their first sight of the male organ. Little wonder, then, that the classromm has abuzz with excited chatter from the 20 pupils assembled for the morning lesson.

Mrs Castlewick surveyed her charges from her position at the front of the room. On the whole, she was happy with their progress, although there were one or two about whom she had some concern. Miss Pennywhistle, for example, had looked quite discomposed during the introduction to the male member. The school's reputation stood or fell on the number of young ladies who subsequently found themselves a husband, and Mrs Castlewick could not afford to have her students fail to master their lessons. Miss Pennywhistle would have to be watched.

When the clock ticked over to nine, Mrs Castlewick called the girls to order. "Ladies, attention if you please. This morning we continue our examination of a gentleman's manhood. You have all now seen it. In this lesson, you will become better acquainted with the object of our studies, and will have your first opportunity to touch one. Fletcher, you may enter."

Into the room came a man somewhat older than young Johnson who had appeared in a previous lesson. Fletcher was perhaps in his early thirties, a slim fellow of moderate build and with his blond hair cropped short. When the girlish chatter died down, Mrs Castlewick bid him disrobe.

Having done so, the young ladies were presented with a view of their second cock. Again the outbreak of chatter was allowed to fade before Mrs Castlewick spoke. "I will shortly ask each of you in turn to approach Fletcher, and grasp his penis in your hand. You may do with it as you please, for the purpose of this exercise is to have you experience the sensation of touching the male member. In future lessons we will introduce you to a number of techniques for manipulating it – masturbating it to give the proper term – but for now I wish you simply to feel it. You may wish to inhale the scent, but I request that you refrain from taking it in your mouth to taste it. Experienced though he is, even Fletcher could not endure 20 young mouths on his organ without bringing the class to a premature end."

"Once each of you has been up, I will then ask Fletcher to masturbate himself so that you may see first-hand how a gentleman likes to be touched. Now, we shall proceed alphabetically. Miss Appleshaw, if you please."

Fanny Appleshaw approached reluctantly, her 19 years of strict upbringing competing against her desire not to appear foolish in front of the class. She seated herself at the chair placed next to Fletcher, and gingerly reached out. Fletcher looked down and gave her a reassuring wink. His organ was flaccid, which was something of a relief to Fanny – she did not know how she would have coped had she been asked to touch the throbbing monster that Johnson had exhibited at the previous lesson. Closing her eyes, she closed her hand around it and squeezed. The feel of it surprised her – soft yet with a certain firmness that felt unexpectedly satisfying in her moist palm. 

She left her hand in place for what felt like an age, and was quite relieved when Mrs Castlewick asked Miss Burnley to take her place.

One by one the girls came up. By the sixth student, Fletcher has quite hard (the fourth student, Miss DeVilliers, had squealed in shock when Fletcher had begun to swell and grow beneath her hand), and his seven inch member stood proud of his thatch of blond pubic hair. 

Diana Mapleton was fidgeting with impatience as she awaited her turn, and when her name was called strode to Fletcher with a most unladylike haste. Ignoring the chair she kneeled in front of Fletcher, the better to be able to get close to the fascinating, alluring object. She handled it almost reverentially, stroking its smooth, warm length with her long elegant fingers. She cupped the balls in the palms of her hands, and marvelled at the texture and the weight of them. Leaving one hand in place, she used the other to bring the cock towards her face, close enough that she could inhale its powerful, manly smell. Intoxicated, she brought it still closer, closer, until she brushed the head with the tip of her tongue and then slid it between her welcoming lips.

Thwack! Mrs Castlewick's long ruler came down hard against Diana's buttocks. Although her petticoats took most of the force, the shock of the blow caused her to pull her head back and drop Fletcher's manhood from her mouth. 

"Miss Mapleton, did I not say most clearly that you were not to take Fletcher into your mouth? I shall not be disobeyed. Now resume your seat this instant and consider yourself fortunate that you will face no further punishment. Miss Noakes, if you please."

When all the girls had had their turn, Mrs Castlewick addressed the class again. "Now ladies, as I foreshadowed I shall ask Fletcher to masturbate himself until he reaches climax. Pay close attention. In particular, note the attention that Fletcher will pay to the glans, or head of the penis. As you have learned, this is where the greater part of the pleasurable sensations will be generated. Fletcher, you may proceed."

Fletcher was a new employee of the school. Like all the staff, he had his main duties (stablehand, in his case) but was required to assist with the lessons as and when needed. While Mrs Castlewick usually preferred to use men with particularly large members when demonstrating in front of the class, she had been informed that Fletcher had an especially copious ejaculation, and was curious to see whether this was so.

Although he had known full well what was required of him when he commenced his employment, it was nevertheless with a certain degree of nervousness that Fletcher grasped his cock and began to stroke himself. He remembered the advice of Mr Greenway, the head butler who was responsible for all the male staff at Castlewick Manor – forget the crowd in front of you, and focus on one pretty young lass. 

Fletcher used his pre-cum to coat the end of his cock, giving a deliciously slippery sensation as he worked his hand around the head and then down the shaft. Back up, then around and down again, over and over. His eyes found Miss Mapleton leaning eagerly forward in the front row and he imagined her warm, wet mouth in place of his hand, sucking his cock deeply, flicking the head with her soft, caressing tongue.

He paused for a moment and spat into his hand, using the spit to coat his shaft and the end of his cock. "Ah, ladies, observe," Mrs Castlewick said. "You will see that Fletcher has lubricated himself using his saliva. Many gentlemen like themselves to be treated in this way when receiving manual pleasure. It mimics the feeling of intercourse with an aroused woman and reduces the friction, which can be uncomfortable."

Fletcher returned his gaze to Diana Mapleton. The tops of her breasts were visible, swelling above her bodice. He tried to picture what they might look like – firm and heavy, he thought, with long dark nipples that would stand out against the creamy paleness of her bosom. He imagined that he was kneeling over her chest, her bodice opened, her luscious breasts naked before him. He gripped himself more tightly as he saw himself straddling her, his cock in the deep cleft between her titties as she pressed them together for him, encouraging him to thrust away into their deep softness.

The watching girls saw Fletcher begin to thrust his hips back and forth, fucking into his hand as he imagined himself fucking Diana's tits. Letting go of himself for just a second he deposited more spit into his hand and then returned to his furious wanking. In his mind's eye, Diana reached her head forward and took him into her mouth, using her tongue to cushion the end of his cock as he fucked her tits and mouth for all he was worth.

He glanced away from Diana for a second and noticed the rest of the girls in the room. Twenty young women, crinoline dresses rustling as some squirmed in their chairs, tight-laced corsets straining to contain pert breasts, here and there a stockinged leg showing from beneath a tangle of petticoats and underskirts. Some sitting primly with their gloved hands folded across their laps, others attempting to appear uninterested while stealing glances, and one or two eagerly straining to get a better look, thighs pressed tightly together.

Fletcher could feel himself on the brink. He closed his eyes, and saw Miss Mapleton grab his arse and pull it towards her face, taking him as far into her mouth as she could and sucking for all she was worth. The class gasped as his hips bucked, his knees buckled and a stream of cum spurted from his cock. A second jet, and a third, splashed on to the floor. Fletcher was gasping for breath and pumping his cock as still more semen coated the floor in front of him. Finally, he slowed the frantic motion of his hand as the last few dribbles ran on to his fingers. He opened his eyes and let out a low moan of pleasure.

Mrs Castlewick noted the sticky mess in front him and raised an eyebrow in approval. She had not been misinformed. "Thank you, Fletcher," she said. "That will be all. Please send Mrs Turner up with a mop and bucket after you have dressed yourself."

Once Fletcher had left, Mrs Castlewick turned to the students. "That concludes our lesson for this morning. This was an important lesson, but we are still at the beginning of your education. Between now and Monday morning, I expect you all to become better acquainted with the male member. Remember, all of the male staff at the school are at your disposal. They may refuse no request from you that is related to furthering your education, so I encourage you all to avail yourselves of as many opportunities as you can to see a cock in the flesh, as it were. That will be all. Good day to you."

As Mrs Castlewick turned to leave, Diana Mapleton leapt from her seat and grabbed her friend Fanny by the hand. "Come, Fanny, there's not a moment to lose! We must do as Mrs Castlewick says and find ourselves a member. Quickly now!"

With somewhat less enthusiasm than her companion, Fanny Appleshaw, followed her out the door and down the hall...



Finishing School - Episode 03



Castlewick Manor stood in several acres of sumptuous grounds, formally laid out according to the latest fashion. An elegant avenue of elm trees swept up to the graceful front portico, and beyond the kitchen garden at the rear of the manor the formal gardens gave on to a rather sweet little pond with apple orchards beyond. An observer perched on the top of one of the elms trees would have seen two figures hurrying away from the house and towards the gardeners' sheds. Closer inspection would have revealed them to be Miss Diana Mapleton and Miss Fanny Appleshaw, two students at Mrs Castlewick's School for Young Ladies.

"Do slow down, Diana. This is most unladylike, all this rushing about."

Diana came to an abrupt halt and spun on her heel to face Fanny, who was a few paces behind and struggling to keep up.

"But Fanny, there is not a moment to lose. Don't you see? Was that not the most... amazing experience that we were privileged to witness just now? How could you not be moved by the sight of that, oh that wonderful attribute of manhood? Did not the smell, the feel of it touch you to your core? And the denouement, the final eruption – was it not simply the most liberating thing you have ever seen? I must see another! I must!"

Fanny sighed. Her friend was somewhat of a dramatic temperament, given to outbursts such as this for as long as she had known her, although this was a little excessive even by her standards. But Fanny loved Diana dearly and being two years her junior held her in high regard for the wisdom that she possessed, and so she simply sighed and replied, "Yes Diana dearest, I understand and the lesson was certainly... educational, but must we make such indecent haste in pursuit of some poor stableboy?"

"And did not Mrs Castlewick require us to obtain as much exposure to our subject matter as we could? Now stop prattling and come along. We are almost at the sheds and I am sure we will find someone there."

Hitching up her skirts, Diana strode on towards the small group of wooden sheds that housed the equipment needed for maintaining the Manor's grounds. As she neared the first shed – with Fanny still some paces behind her – she spied a tall, burly figure that she recognised from a previous lesson.

"Johnson! I say, Johnson!" Diana called out. "Stop there, please. "

Johnson turned towards the young ladies. He stood something over six foot in height, was broad across the shoulders and had the well-muscled arms and legs of one who has spent his life at manual labour. At five-and-twenty years of age, his hair was yet to thin and he wore his shaggy, unkempt locks with a certain pride.

Diana hurried up to him, stopped, and took a brief moment to compose herself. Feisty and confident as she was, she did feel a small twinge of embarrassment as she looked him in the eye.

"Johnson. I am given to understand that the male staff of the school are bound to accede to any request made of them by the students, so long as that request is in furtherance of their education. Is that correct?"

"Yes, miss," Johnson replied.

"Very well. Then I must ask that you allow us to inspect your..." Here Diana faltered for a second. Her first instinct had been to say 'member', but she was determined to embrace the vocabulary that she had learnt in her first week at the school.

"Your cock. Mrs Castlewick was most particular in her instruction that we should become better acquainted with as many cocks as we can before Monday's class. I should be very much obliged if you would accommodate Miss Appleshaw and myself."

"Very well, miss. This 'ere shed is good a place as any, if you would care to step this way."

Johnson led them into the shed. Grimy windows allowed a dim light to enter, enough for the girls to see spades, pitchforks and hoes stacked against the walls, and a variety of other tools of the gardener's trade hanging from the ceiling towards the back.

As she entered the shed, Fanny gripped Diana's harm and hissed in her ear. "Diana, are you sure this is alright?"

"Of course it is," Diana snapped back. "Stop being so wet, Fanny. Honestly. We're here to learn, after all, and must seize every opportunity with both hands." Turning to Johnson she said, "Well, Johnson, you may remove your clothes, and pray step a little this way so that you are in the light from the window."

Johnson removed his clothes, and while Fanny hung back nervously Diana stepped forward. There, hanging between his legs, was the penis that she had seen during her first lesson at the school. Although flaccid it nevertheless hung heavy and pendulous from its tangled nest of black hairs. Fanning out her skirts, Diana knelt down and, reaching out a hand, enfolded the cock in her palm and squeezed. She marvelled at the meatiness of it, and rolled her hand around it so that she could feel its texture over the whole of her hand.

She looked up at Johnson. "Now, Johnson, you must tell me. What should I do to cause your... cock to become erect? Is this the correct thing to be doing?" she asked as she continued to squeeze.

"Yes, miss. That'll do nice. Very presently you'll see I'll start to get 'ard."

In fact, no sooner had Johnson spoken than Diana began to feel his cock swell in her hand. "Marvellous!" she exclaimed. "How wonderous, that my little touch can produce so magical a transformation. Fanny, don't you think it's marvellous?"

"It's certainly impressive," replied Fanny, who despite her reservations was staring fixedly as, before her eyes, Johnson's cock came fully erect.

And what a sight it was. At 10 inches long, and fat as the handle of a shovel, Johnson's cock was a formidable appendage. Its bulbous head twitched slightly, and Diana noticed a vein that ran the length of the shaft throb and pulse. "Magnificent," she breathed. "Magnificent."

She looked up at Johnson again. "In our lesson, Fletcher used his spittle to lubricate his cock while he masturbated. Must it be your spit that is used, or should I apply my own?"

"Yours will do just as 'andy, miss. And, begging your pardon, but if you wants to talk like the gents does, you must say 'wank' and not 'masturbate'."

"Thank you, Johnson, I shall remember that. Now, excuse me while I obtain some lubricant. Oh. Fanny, dear, my mouth is so dry with the heat in here that I can barely produce a drop. Would you be so good as to spit in my hand also?"

Fanny rolled her eyes, but did as Diana requested, dribbling a stream of her saliva into her friend's cupped hand. 

"Much better, thank you dearest. So, Johnson, I apply it like so, do I not? Coating the head of your cock in spit and allowing the rest to run down your shaft?"

"Yes, miss. There's many of us men who find the sight of our todgers all sloppy with a young lady's spit quite a stirring sight."

"Very good. And then I wank you like this. Rubbing up and down your cock and caressing the end, which I understand to be very sensitive. Yes? Is that good, Johnson? Does that feel good when I wank you like that?"

"Very good, miss." 

Johnson looked down at the young lady kneeling before him. The tops of her breasts swelled from beneath the bodice of her dress, creamy white. He ached to touch them, to bury his face between them and suck deeply on her nipples, but to do such a thing without her invitation would lead to his instant dismissal. Instead, he suggested, "Miss, many gents find it quite stimulatin' to look upon a lady's bare bosom while they are being wanked. Per'aps you might care to reveal yours?"

Diana paused as she gave this some thought. "Thank you, Johnson, but I think not. It is such a fuss to unlace and then re-lace one's bodice and corset that I think on this occasion I must decline your suggestion. Now do be quiet. I wish to concentrate on the matter at hand."

Diana continued to work on Johnson's cock. She kept her basic rhythm the same, but every so often introduced a slight variation – perhaps squeezing the head a trifle more firmly, or speeding up her strokes for a moment before slowing down. When she elicited a moan or a gasp from Johnson, she made a mental note of what she had just done to him. As she wanked him, she became aware of the scent of his penis – the sweet-musky smell of the cum that leaked from the head and mingled with the girls' spit, the sweat from his body – and she breathed deeply, her head swimming, her body seeming to tingle, an urgent wetness seeping between her legs. 

It was hot in the shed, and Diana was sweating, her face turning red. Entranced, she took his cock in both hands now, and clasped him to her cheek as she wanked, holding him to her tightly so that the sticky head of his engorged cock rubbed against the soft skin of her face. Johnson moaned, low and deep. 

A thought surfaced from Diana's befuddled mind, and she turned to her friend. "Fanny, dearest," she purred, "I think you should raise your skirts and allow Johnson to see your arse. I think he would like that. Wouldn't you, Johnson?"

Fanny, who had been watching her friend's raptures with a mix of trepidation and desire, replied hesitantly, "Do you really think it wise, Diana?"

"Oh yes. I think it very wise indeed. I think it would be very wise for you to expose your pert, tight arse as I wank Johnson's glorious, glorious cock. Did not Mrs Castlewick instruct us in our deportment lesson about how best to display our womanly charms? So now you have an opportunity to practise. And practice makes perfect, my dear."

Reluctantly, Fanny did as she was asked. She had always tended to follow the older girl's lead – at eighteen, twenty seems very old and wise – and she craved her admiration and respect (and indeed, alone in the dark of her bedroom, she craved other things of Diana's that she was ashamed to admit even to herself). So she turned away from the couple, bent over, and with much effort lifted her skirts and pulled them up towards her waist. Her pale, white cheeks almost glowed in the dim light, framed by the mass of petticoats, and with her sheer black stockings reaching away below. 

"What do you think, Johnson? Is Miss Appleshaw's arse pleasing to you? Is it as pleasing as my bosom, my titties?"

Johnson's breathing was heavy now, and he half whispered, half gasped, "Yes, miss. Miss Appleshaw's arse. Is very fine. Though. If I may be. So bold?"

"Yes, Johnson?"

"If she was. To spread her legs a little. I could see. More of her cunt."

"Yes," Diana said mostly to herself. "Her hot, wet little cunt. Her moist, juicy cunt. I'm sure you would like to see that. Fanny, spread your legs apart," she called in a louder voice.

"Like this?" Fanny's voice was muffled by her dress as she shuffled her feet wider. The lips of her pussy parted slightly.

"Yes, like that. Just like that."

Diana shifted position slightly, so that she could see both Johnson's cock and Fanny's arse. Her head was spinning now, the heat, the smells, the thrill of doing something she knew to be forbidden yet at the same time – in this place, in this school – encouraged. She was about to bend her head even lower to take Johnson into her mouth when an urgent noise from above made her look up.

"Oh, miss. Oh. Oh. You're goin' to make me cum. Keep goin', miss. Faster. Faster. Don't you stop, don't you stop."

As Johnson's cock throbbed and pulsed in her hand, Diana had another thought that would add to the debauchery of their act. "Fanny, dearest," she rasped in a voice hoarse with lust. "Pray take a step or two backwards. I should very much - very much - like to see Johnson cum on your arse."

As Fanny shuffled backwards, Johnson's cock pulsed again, and he let out a strangled cry as semen shot forth and spurt after spurt coated Fanny's tight young buttocks. The first gob landed on her tight, puckered arsehole and slid over her the lips of her pussy, running down its length and dripping on to her skirts. The second and third coated her left cheek in spunk.

"For God's sake, don't stop," Johnson gasped at Diana. She kept squeezing and stroking him, as the spurts slowed to a stop. Johnson staggered backwards, while Diana looked in wonder at the sticky mess on her fingers, and then turned to her friend.

"My goodness, Fanny. Your arse is quite coated in Johnson's spunk. Look! It's actually running down your thighs, there's so much of it. What an incredibly stimulating sight. How does it feel?"

Fanny turned to Diana as she lowered her skirts and stood upright. "Not disagreeable. Rather like one had been hit with a dollop of warm custard."

Diana slumped to a sitting position on the ground. She sat for a moment with head bowed, and then seemed to collect herself. 

"Well, I certainly count myself lucky that we found Johnson. I am sure that this experience has furthered both our educations. And indeed, it has made me quite aroused. Look." Diana spread her legs and lifted her skirts out of the way. I believe my pussy is quite wet. Can you see, Fanny?"

"Yes, Diana." Now it was Fanny's turn to feel flushed. "You are quite wet. Positively dripping. Do you think I might be able to..."

Before Fanny could finish, Diana leapt to her feet and exclaimed, "Oh my goodness. I quite forgot! Lucy Stevenson has organised a picnic down at the duck pond. She asked most particularly that I be there and I promised I would, and it simply would not do to let her down. Her brother is very handsome, so one should stay on her good side," she said to Fanny with a wink. "Come, we must be off at once."

Grabbing Fanny by the hand, she pushed open the shed door and led her friend back towards the house. In the shed, Johnson sighed, dressed and stared thoughtfully after the two departing girls for a moment, before picking up a pitchfork and walking purposefully towards the cabbages.



Finishing School - Episode 04



Clara Pennywhistle sobbed into her pillow. Afternoon classes at Mrs Castlewick's School for Young Ladies had just ended, and she had had a wretched day. She knew that her lessons were important. She knew that she had to apply herself diligently to everything her teacher asked her to do. She knew that her prospects of finding a wealthy husband would be greatly improved if she mastered the skills that she was learning. But, she thought to herself through her tears, she just wasn't interested in cocks. All the other girls seemed to be getting used to them. Clearly there was something wrong with her, and she'd die an old maid, doomed never to find someone to take care of her.

She wasn't scared or repulsed by cocks -- she just didn't get that excited by them. Take this afternoon's lesson, for example. It was their first practical class on felatio. They'd studied the theory in the morning, and seen Mrs Castlewick demonstrate the basic techniques. She smiled as she remembered the sight of their teacher -- so prim and proper, so stern and unsmiling - as she bobbed her mouth up and down on the cock of one of the manservants.

Playing the scene back in her mind helped to stop the tears. Mrs Castlewick had knelt down next to the man and had him turn side on to the class so the all the girls had a good view. His eight inch cock had seemed even larger with Mrs Castlewick's dainty hand around it, as she guided it to her lips. She demonstrated some basic techniques -- licking the end of the cock delicately with the tip of her tongue, plunging it into her mouth as far as it would fit, and wanking it into her mouth so that with each stroke the purple dome of his member rubbed against her tongue.

But despite all the demonstrations, Clara just couldn't get excited by the lesson. When it had come to her turn to practise, she had choked and spluttered and found the whole experience depressing. If she couldn't master even the basics, what on earth would become of her? 

Pulling herself together, Clara left her room and walked down the corridor towards the garden to get some fresh air in the hope that it would do her some good. Passing a door that was slightly ajar, she heard voices and peeked in.

The room was tastefully appointed. Two wingback chairs were set before a picture window that gave a fine view of the grounds, with a chaise longue against the far wall. Rugs of an Oriental flavour covered the wooden floorboards and paintings by well-known but not ostentatiously famous artists hung from the walls. The evening was drawing in and the gas lamps had been lit, suffusing the room with a soft, warm glow.

From her vantage point, Clara had a clear view of the room's occupants. Two of her fellow pupils, Diana Mapleton and Fanny Appleshaw, were seated in the chairs which they had turned to face into the room, where stood two men who Clara recognised from their lessons. Johnson, the taller of the two, was the owner of the first cock the ladies had seen, and at 10 inches in length it was also the longest. Fletcher had masturbated for the class, to demonstrate some of the common techniques that gentlemen preferred, and Clara remembered the copious amount of semen that had spurted forth when he climaxed. They were both gardeners employed by the school to tend the extensive grounds.

The men were naked. Both well-muscled from a lifetime of labouring, Johnson's bulky frame and tangled dark locks stood in contrast to Fletcher's slimmer body and blond, short-cropped hair. Edging the door open a fraction more, Clara strained to hear their conversations.

'Now, Johnson, Fletcher -- as you are both aware today we were taught the practical aspects or felatio, or 'blowjobs', as I believe the common expression is," Diana was saying. "Since the lesson, Miss Appleshaw has confided to me that she is not quite sure that she wholly understands the principles of successful felatio. Hence I have proposed this extra tuition since, if I may make so bold, I feel that I have a suitable grasp of the matter."

"Fanny dearest, I shall demonstrate upon Johnson and you shall observe. Then you shall take a turn with Fletcher and I shall provide encouragement and direction, and I am sure that in no time at all you will be quite the old hand at this business."

Such extra-curricular activities were permitted, and indeed required, at the school. It was a condition of employment of all the male staff at the manor that they make themselves available whenever requested by the students to assist in their learning and tuition. While some of the young ladies were somewhat shy about approaching the staff, most had no such qualms and took every opportunity to further their education.

Diana hiked her skirt and petticoats up above her knees, the better to be able to kneel down before Johnson. His prodigious member was already swelling in anticipation, for Miss Mapleton had previously availed herself of his services and the memory of the rush of pleasure as she had wanked his cock until he came all over the arse of Miss Appleshaw was still clear in his mind.

Taking a moment to marvel at the transformation taking place before her eyes, Diana leaned her face in to his crotch and breathed in deeply. The musky smell of his manhood combining with the sharp smell of fresh sweat and the dirt from his labours in the garden made her heady with delight, just as it had the last time they had met, in the shed where he kept his tools. She took hold of him, now fully erect -- 10 inches of thick, hard cock, its purple head bobbing up and down as the whole twitched with Johnson's arousal.

The scent from the monster cock seemed to envelop Diana like a cloud, blotting out her companions and the room around her. From her vantage point, Clara could see her slowly lowering her face towards Johnson's organ, her hand caressing the shaft with a tenderness that was almost reverential. Clara knew that she ought to feel aroused, but instead it was mere curiosity that kept her kneeling behind the crack in the door.

Diana paused with her lower lip almost brushing the end of Johnson's cock. Tipping her head slightly forward and cupping her free hand beneath, she let forth a thick stream of saliva, coating the first few inches. The excess flowed into her waiting hand, and she cupped it around the base of Johnson's member, sliding it along the length and at the same time deftly engulfing the head in her hot, wet mouth. Big though it was, being well-lubricated with her spit Johnson's cock slid easily between Diana's lips as she pumped the shaft with her slippery hand.

Johnson had been with the school for three years, and was well used to assisting the young ladies with their studies. Even so, and even though he'd been used in this way hundreds of times by the cream of English womanhood, he enjoyed every minute of his work. When he was demonstrating in the classroom, he was obliged to maintain a detached, professional demeanour. But in these private lessons, he allowed himself to express his pleasure. He moaned as Diana pumped him into her mouth, the end of his cock nudging the inside of her cheek with every stroke, adding to the pleasure and giving him the pleasing sight of a genteel young lady's mouth bulging with his common, gardener's cock.

Although she hardly realised it, such close proximity to a male organ had an almost narcotic effect on Diana. The smell, the feel of it -- above all the dirtiness of the situation she found herself in, sucking on the swollen organ of a servant, made her head swim. She was losing herself in the moment. It was all she could do to recall some of the finer points from Mrs Castlewick's lessons -- sliding her mouth away, she allowed Johnson's cock to rest on her bottom lip and gently flicked and caressed it with the tip of her tongue, tasting the pre-cum mixing with her saliva. It was that flavour of lust that made her notice that under her voluminous skirts, between her legs, she had grown quite wet with pleasure.

She slid her free hand up under her skirts and through the intricate maze of her petticoats and slips. Her bloomers were in the newly-fashionable French style and were cut to hug her figure, so that the silk was stretched quite sheer across her skin. Her fingers brushed the fabric and, sure enough, she felt the sticky wetness of her juices. She pressed more firmly and moaned softly as her lips spread slightly under the pressure. She began rubbing her fingers gently back and forwards across the damp silk of her knickers, until Jackson noticed the movement. "Miss," he said. "Are you touching yourself? Are you rubbing yourself, like?"

Diana stopped the motion of her hand, and stopped her sucking of Johnson's cock. She pulled it out of her mouth slowly and deliberately, and held it while she looked up into his face. "Yes, Johnson, I am," she replied. "I am touching myself. Why do you ask?" she added with an innocent expression.

"Why, Miss, only because I would very much like to see. It is a great pleasure for a man to see a young lady givin' 'erself pleasure while she is doin' likewise for 'im. All the best gents 'round town do agree that it is a fine thing. Only your skirts is in the way. Per'aps you could take 'em off?"

"Hmm. Well, I suppose that I should practice everything that may give a man more pleasure, so I shall do as you suggest. Fanny dearest, please be so good as to remove my skirts for me. And then I think you should begin to practise on Fletcher. If you get stuck, you may always just copy what I do."

"Yes, Diana," Fanny replied. While Diana had been demonstrating on Johnson, Fanny had been paying close attention to the lesson. Although, if she were honest with herself, she had been more interested in Diana's wet, welcoming mouth and swelling bosom than in the details of how she was sucking on the hard cock in front of her. As she undid the loops and stays of the skirts, she fleetingly wondered what it would feel like to touch the wet patch on Diana's underwear.

Fanny pulled the skirts over to one side, to leave Diana clad in her bottle-green silk knickers, silk stockings held in place by matching lace garters, a corset and chemise. From her vantage point behind the door Clara admired Diana's figure, her curving arse with its thin silk covering seeming more than naked, set off as it was by her fully clothed upper body.

Kneeling down before Fletcher, Fanny mustered more confidence than she felt and, trying to be as much like Diana as possible, she said, "Very well, Fletcher, give me your cock."

The site of his younger colleague receiving a slippery mouth-fuck from Diana had made Fletcher's cock as hard as granite. Pre-cum had oozed from the head. He didn't think he would last long, especially not since he had a perfect view of Diana who was now squatting before Johnson and stroking the outside of her panties with the fingers of one hand while clasping Johnson's right buttock with the other, pushing him into her mouth.

Fletcher took himself in his hand and proffered his member to Fanny. She lowered her lips to the head and then, at the last minute slid out the tip of her tongue and gently lapped up a drop of semen that Fletcher's hand had squeezed from it. Casting her mind back to the lesson, she licked delicately around the head before pulling back and asking, "Is that the right way to do it, Fletcher?"

"Miss, that's grand. But I tell you what, there's times for bein' ladylike and then there's times for bein' a glutton, if you take my meaning."

"I'm afraid I don't, Fletcher. Are you saying I should stuff myself with food?"

"Not food, Miss. But I'm primed and ready to blow after watchin' Miss Diana saucin' away on Johnson, and if you would stuff my whole cock in your mouth and suck as hard as ever you could, I would take it very kindly."

"I don't believe it is your place to make such requests, Fletcher," Fanny replied somewhat haughtily. "You are here to provide me with the opportunity to practice my skills, and I shall thank you to remember that. However, "she added in a softer tone as a look of disappointment crossed Fletcher's face, "if you promise to come to me in an hour or so to allow me more practice, I shall do as you ask."

"I promise, Miss," Fletcher replied.

"Very well, Fletcher." Fanny wasn't quite sure what was expected of her, but she supposed that this was an opportunity to practise a new technique and so she was determined to make the most of it. She grabbed Fletcher's cock and shoved it into her mouth, then wrapped her fingers firmly around the shaft and pumped hard while sucking and slurping on the head. From the way he was thrusting himself at her face, she deduced that she was doing the right thing.

Next to her, Diana was once again lost in the almost trance-like state that she experienced in the presence of a fully erect cock. The damp patch on her knickers had grown larger as she stroked her wet pussy through the taut silk. Her saliva coated Johnson's member and ran down her hand. She was transported back to the last time they were together, and the strange mix of elation, power and lust she had felt when she caused him to unload his sperm over Fanny's bare arse. The memory sparked a thought.

"Johnson," she purred, sliding his cock out of her mouth. "I want you to release your semen on to Fanny's face. I want you to spunk on her pale skin. I want you to shoot you load all over her gorgeous face. Will you do that for me? Will you do that while I touch my wet pussy?

"Oh yes, Miss. I'll cum all over Miss Fanny's face for you. Just you keep wankin' me, just like that. That's good. Oh, yes."

"Then take a step closer. You mustn't miss. Fanny dearest," she said, turning to her friend. "Johnson here is going to spunk on your face. It may seem a strange thing, but I'm sure you won't mind humouring me, will you Fanny dearest? You wouldn't want to disappointment me, would you Fanny?"

Fanny tore her eyes way from watching Diana masturbating herself through her panties. She didn't want a face full of semen, but she didn't want to upset Diana. She looked at Johnson's 10 inch cock, then at Diana and said in a small voice, "No, Diana. Johnson may do as you wish."

"And Fletcher," added Diana, "you will cum on Fanny as well. You will cover her sweet, innocent face with your cum, too. I want you to both spray her delicate features with your hot, thick cum." She looked up at Johnson. "You want to, don't you? You want to empty your bollocks all over my friend. You want to coat her lips and her chin and her mouth with your man-juice, don't you Johnson?"

"Yes, Miss. Oh. Oh. Yes. Yes, I want to cum on Miss Fanny's pretty little face, Miss."

Diana was wanking Johnson at a furious pace, her pussy forgotten as she was swept up in the perversion of the moment. Fletcher was still fucking Fanny's mouth, grunting like an animal with every stroke.

"Then do it. DO it. Cum, you slut. You pervert. I want to see you cum all over her. I want to see your spunk dripping off her chin. I want to see her wipe your cum out of her eyes. I want to you to cum all over here. Do it. Do it. Cum. Cum. Ohhhhh, yesssss."

Diana moaned with pleasure as Johnson tensed, his hips bucked uncontrollably and he cried out as jet after jet of his cum spurted all over Fanny's face. The first shot hit her forehead, the second landed on her cheek, and in seconds she was covered. Sperm dripped on to Fletcher's cock as he slid in and out of her mouth.

Out of her head with a delirious ecstasy, Diana turned to Fletcher and in a hoarse whisper said, "Now it's your turn. Cum on the slut. Cum on the dirty bitch's face. I want to see your filthy spunk all over her."

Diana's words tipped Fletcher over the edge. He pulled out of Fanny and took his spit-covered member in his right hand. He managed just a few fevered strokes before he shot a huge load of his sticky cum on to her upturned face. Fletcher was renowned at the school for the amount of semen he produced, and little rivulets ran down Fanny's neck and gathered at the collar of her dress. Her hair was a clotted mess where big gobs of cum had landed, and she had to wipe her eyes with the sleeve of her dress before she could open them and see the two cocks -- still hard -- that had just unloaded all over her.

Diana slumped to the ground. "Leave us," she whispered, waving her hand in the direction of the door. As the men gathered their clothes, Clara pulled back from the door and hurried to her feet. Her undergarments were sopping. She didn't think it was possible to get so wet. As she rushed off down the corridor, she couldn't erase from her mind the image of Diana plunging two fingers past the silk of her panties and into her pussy at the exact moment Johnson had cum, and the look of debauched pleasure that had come over her face. It had excited her in a way that the sight of two hard cocks never had. She wondered what it would feel like to have Diana's fingers up her pussy. The thought gave her a thrill of pleasure. 

As the gardeners left the room, Diana raised herself up and pulled her friend towards her. Kissing her tenderly on the cheek, in spite of the cum that was slowly drying there, she said "Oh Fanny dearest, what must you think of me?"

To be continued... 



Finishing School - Episode 05



You can enjoy this story without reading the other episodes in the series, but if you enjoy this one please do go back and read more about the education of Diana and Fanny.

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It was the morning class at Mrs Castlewick's School for Young Ladies, and 18 eager faces were turned towards the naked couple standing before the bed at the front of the room. Although if the truth be told, perhaps not all 18 faces were equally eager despite the ladies now being well into their second week of the term. But by and large they were keen to continue their education in the carnal arts -- for there was no surer way to find and keep an eligible gentleman than by ministering to his basest urges.

Mrs Castlewick's finishing school was founded on the simple truth that no matter the fortune, the looks or the connections of a young gentlewoman, if she could perform like a harlot in the bedroom she would find herself a good match. And as an education in this field was difficult to come by outside of a bordello, Mrs Castlewick had used the inheritance from her late husband to fill a gap in the market.

The 19th and 20th faces that should also have been at the lesson were hurrying towards the classroom. Diana Mapleton and Fanny Appleshaw were late, Diana leading the way and Fanny trying to keep up. They had been with Johnson the gardener and had failed to notice the time. For although it was a requirement of the school that the young ladies take every opportunity to practise what they had been taught (and a requirement of the staff that they make themselves available to the young ladies), Mrs Castlewick was a stickler for punctuality.

'This is all your fault, Diana,' gasped Fanny as the two of them paused for breath before attempting the staircase that led to the classroom. 'I told you that we had not enough time, but you would insist that I fellate Johnson.'

Diana, older by two years and with the confidence that came with it replied brusquely, 'Nonsense, Fanny. Had you not fiddle-faddled like an old maid you could have done the deed in no time. You clearly need the practice, so it was quite sensible in me to ensure that you did so. And anyway, you should say 'suck' or 'blow, not 'fellate' like some gel who's swallowed the dictionary.'

Fanny sighed and started up the stairs at a trot. She had to admit that Diana was right about her needing more practice. What seemed to come so easily to her friend, who could bring a man to a shuddering climax in a matter of minutes, seemed to take her far longer. And when Johnson had finally released his seed into her mouth, she had found the experience not particularly pleasant - too reminiscent of the recent occasion when Diana caused Johnson and his colleague Fletcher to both spunk all over her face.

At the door to the classroom they paused, exchanged glances -- worried on Fanny's part, bold on Diana's -- opened the door and entered.

'Miss Mapleton, Miss Appleshaw. You are fifteen minutes late. Pray tell me what was so occupying your time that you could not do what the rest of your classmates have managed and arrive on time?' Mrs Castlewick looked at the pair expectantly, as did the entire class and the naked couple.

'Begging your pardon, Ma'am,' Diana replied. 'But I was assisting Miss Appleshaw to practise giving oral pleasure with Johnson, and she took so long to make him cum that I'm afraid we are late. But after all, you did instruct us that once one commences the giving of pleasure to a man, one should never leave the business unfinished.'

The class tittered and Fanny turned bright red, supressed an urge to stamp her foot in anger and instead glared at Diana. 'Why is she always so beastly?' she wondered to herself. 'And why do I always allow her to be?' But Fanny had long admired her friend (and if truth be known, her feelings went far beyond admiration), and was resigned to the price of her company being occasional ill-treatment.

As the two your ladies took their seats, Mrs Castlewick resumed pointing out the basic principles of sex to the class. 'Now girls, you will observe that our demonstrators are in a state of readiness to begin the act of coitus. There are many, many terms for this act as I am sure you will be aware, so I need not list them all now, but shall use the terms 'intercourse', 'love-making' or 'fucking' as the case requires.'

'You will observe that Fletcher's manhood is erect as a consequence of the fellatio that Sarah has just performed. We have covered fellatio extensively in previous lessons, but I shall point out that as a precursor to intercourse it has the added advantage of lubricating the member in order to make entry into the lady easier.'

Fletcher's manhood was indeed erect. At seven inches it was of a size that would not appear too intimidating to the young ladies but that was sufficiently large for it to be observed from the back of the classroom. Fletcher's short blond hair matched the thatch of blond hair from which his erection emerged. He was employed as a gardener, which trade gave his slim body a taut, well-muscled appearance. Like all male employees of the school, he was duty-bound to provide demonstrations and tuition to the students whenever called upon.

'You will also observe,' continued Mrs Castlewick, 'that Sarah's snatch has also become well-lubricated -- a result no doubt of the pleasure that she obtained from sucking on Fletcher. Sarah, be so good as to spread your lips so that the class may see how wet you have become.'

Sarah did as she was asked. A chamber maid, she had been at the school for six months and did indeed gain much enjoyment from participating in the demonstrations. This was her fourth or fifth time with Fletcher, and the memory of the copious amount of jism that he had ejected on to her bosom when she had demonstrated a tit-fuck was in no small part responsible for the sticky wetness that the class now craned forward to see. One girl in particular, she noticed, licked her lips as she leaned in for a better look. She recognised her as Miss Clara Pennywhistle -- she had brought her fresh linen two days ago.

'The wetter you are able to become prior to making love, the more pleasurable the sensation for the gentleman. Indeed, the mere fact that a woman is found to exude love juices will cause her to rise in the esteem of many gentlemen.' The students nodded gravely in response to Mrs Castlewick's advice.

'We will cover the finer points of preparing yourself for your suitor, as well as a range of positions in which you can pleasure him, in next week's classes. For now, I wish you simply to watch as Fletcher and Sarah show you some of the basic points. Please now come and stand in a half-circle around the bed. Sarah will lie on her back and spread her legs, allowing her to open somewhat and permit easier access for Fletcher.' Sarah lay down, her generous breasts spilling to either side of her chest. A thick dark bush covered her snatch and all the girls could see the little beads of wetness glistening on the hairs closest to her lips.

'Fletcher will now lie over Sarah, supported by one hand, while with the other he takes his organ and guides it into Sarah's wet cunny. It is also permissible for the lady to guide the gentleman herself. Miss Mapleton, Miss Appleshaw -- you will have a better view if you move around to the side.' Miss Pennywhistle, please direct your attention away from Sarah's breasts and towards her pussy. Watch now, girls, as Fletcher enters Sarah. Note how the lips stretch to accommodate the member. None of you have anything to fear from even the largest man. Now you see that he is fully inside her, or 'balls deep' as the common folk say. 'Sarah, pray tell the class how that feels'.

Sarah did her best to keep her voice as steady as she good, for she wished to be well thought of by the educated ladies of the class. But the sensation of Fletcher sliding his well-proportioned cock into her, combined with the anticipation of the pounding that was to come, made her quaver as she replied, 'It feels, oh, Ma'am, it feels... good, Ma'am. That is to say, it fills me up nice and it don't 'urt at all.'

'Thank you, Sarah. Fletcher, please proceed.' As Fletcher began to thrust slowly in and out of Sarah's wet pussy, Mrs Castlewick took a moment to survey the class. One could tell a lot about a young lady's prospects of doing well at the school by observing their demeanour during the first demonstration of intercourse. By and large she was satisfied with what she saw. Attentive faces, some whispered comments and suppressed giggles. Several girls who were pressing their hands into their laps with rather more vigour than was strictly necessary, and Diana Mapleton seemingly enraptured by the sight of Fletcher's cock -- leaning as close to it as decency would allow. Clara Pennywhistle, though, still seemed more interested in the way Sarah's breasts moved in time with each stroke. Mrs Castlewick made a note to herself to speak to the girl soon.

Turning her attention back to the couple, she continued her commentary to the class. 'You will notice now that Fletcher is beginning to thrust more quickly. This is quite common. The more skilled gentlemen will even vary their pace several times during a bout of lovemaking, but in general as the moment of climax approaches all men will pound away for all they are worth. Fletcher's balls are banging up against Sarah's buttocks as he increases his pace. Many men will greatly appreciate your telling them that you can feel their balls slapping against your arse. Remember that a well-judged phrase uttered during intercourse can add greatly to the gentleman's enjoyment.'

'Fletcher, stop for a minute and explain to the class what you are feeling now.' Fletcher completed his stroke, burying himself deep inside Sarah's by now sopping pussy. His firm arse and muscular thighs paused and he turned his head to one side to address some of the girls.

'Well, Ma'am, Miss Sarah's pussy is right wet, so I'm slidin' in and out real easy. Miss Sarah is quite tight and I'm in 'er quite deep, so each thrust feels real good on the end of me cock. I can feel me balls hittin' up against 'er an' all.'

'Thank you Fletcher, you may continue. And now, Sarah, I wish you to pretend that the class is not here, and that you and Fletcher are fucking in a private corner of the house. Please demonstrate how a woman of some experience fucks.'

Sarah had been lying quite still up to this point, so as to better allow the girls to concentrate on Fletcher's actions. Now, however, she reverted to her normal self. She took hold of Fletcher's arse and pulled him into her, raising her hips up to get him as deep inside her as she could. She whispered into his ear (though loud enough for the class to hear), 'Fuck me, Fletcher. Fuck me good an' 'ard. Pump yer fat cock into me.' Fletcher couldn't now withdraw as far as he had been, but he increased his speed. Skin slapped against skin, and the classroom filled with the thick, musky scent of sex.

"Do you like that, Sarah? Is that 'ard enough for you?' Fletcher grunted back. His face had turned red with the effort of pounding away and his breath was coming in gasps.

Now leaning in much further than decency ever would allow, Diana Mapleton was in a trance-like state. There was something about the sight and smell of a cock that had an almost narcotic effect on her. Sitting next to her, Fanny saw the way her friend was enthralled by the sight of Fletcher's cock burying itself to the hilt in Sarah's cunt and then sliding right out so that only the head was inside her. Fanny knew that Diana's pussy would be oozing with sticky love juices, and the thought made her own pussy throb with longing. If only Diana would let her smell, let her touch, let her taste. She heard Diana begin to whisper over and over to herself, 'Fuck her with that gorgeous cock. Fuck her with that gorgeous cock. Fuck her with that gorgeous cock.'

Sarah released one hand from Fletcher's arse and used it to grab her left breast, squeezing and kneading and pinching it as she kept forcing Fletcher deeper into her with her other hand and bucking her hips hard into him. 'Oh fuck me, oh fuck me, oh fuck me, oh fuck me,' she gasped, getting louder and louder as Fletcher thrust home faster and faster. His cock pistoned in and out of Sarah's wet snatch and at the exact instant Sarah moaned 'Fuuuuccccckkkk,' Fletcher let out a strangled cry and spewed jet after jet of cum deep into Sarah's pussy. He held himself inside as he emptied himself, not withdrawing until the last sensations had subsided, and Sarah's gasps had quietened. When he did pull out, a stream of sticky jizz dribbled out of Sarah's box, pooling on to the sheets (for Fletcher was renowned within the school as the man with the most copious ejaculation).

Diana turned to Fanny, her voice low and husky. 'Was that not the most exquisite sight?' Drawing closer Diana continued, 'Fanny, I am wet through. Would you help me to change my drawers? It is so hard to remove them by oneself with all these skirts and petticoats in the way? Would you help me take off my sopping underwear and dry me off? Would you, Fanny dearest?'

Fanny took her friend's hand, squeezed it and was about to reply when Mrs Castlewick said, 'Thank you, Fletcher, thank you Sarah. Class, we shall have a short break for refreshments before we resume, when we will discuss what you have just witnessed. I shall see you back here at 11 o'clock. Miss Mapleton, Miss Appleshaw. You will remain here and copy out 50 times, 'I will not be late for class'. Class dismissed.'