Story Code: M/g, Mfff, Voyeurism; Exhibitionism, Mast, First time, Virgin, Rom

I have narrated these stories collected over my many years at the school. And now I must confess, I am that PE teacher. Or rather, I am an English teacher with additional responsibility to teach sports and swimming. Hargreaves School was my second teaching job and I joined the school when I was 22.

When I first joined, I had no intention of having sexual contact with any students, in fact, when I first heard rumours of other teachers, I was initially quite shocked. However, the ideas planted seeds in my mind and during my first year there I became intoxicated with the freedom of access to beautiful and often frustrated young girls. Aged 22 I was considerably younger and probably more handsome than nearly every other male teacher at the time, and consequently I was quite a target for young females.

I should say at this point that I have learned over many years that females fall into three categories, not quite equal thirds, in relation to their attitudes to male nudity and the penis. Probably the largest group is those girls and women who like to see naked men only when it is of their choosing, and an erect penis only when it is attached to a man with whom they are in love or strongly attracted to. There is another group of women who have no real attraction to a penis, erect, or otherwise, and in fact, can find it a little off-putting. When making love, they will stroke it but only as a means of pleasing their man, not for their own satisfaction. They are certainly put off by the prospect of a man masturbating.

And at the other end of the spectrum, there are some women who are highly attracted to Cock, especially erect, and become aroused at the thought of a man wanking. And within this group, there are girls who have never seen a naked boy or man and are highly curious to know what a cock looks like.

In relation to their own nakedness, it is my experience that nearly all women want a man (or woman) to be attracted and turned on by their breasts and pussy, though they will often deny this even to themselves. In addition, many girls and women learn quickly that they can use their breasts to attract the attention of a man.

Anyway, back to my story. Although I at first had no intention of having relations with pupils, my eyes were opened, metaphorically and literally, the first time a fourth form girl sat at the front of my class and spread her legs, revealing her panties as she looked me in the eyes. I was spellbound and had a raging hard cock for the entire lesson. Some time afterwards when a fifth form girl did the same, but wearing no panties, deliberately displaying her open vulva to me, I could not resist. I insisted that she stayed behind after class. Locking the door, and pulling down the blinds, I was too shy to address her directly, so as I sat at my desk I instructed her to stand beside me and read aloud from the textbook. As she read I started to stroke her thighs slowly creeping up under her skirt, not really thinking about what I was doing, but desperate to explore what she had shown me during the lesson. She was shocked and held her breath, but I instructed her to carry on reading and she allowed me to proceed under her skirt until I found her naked, young pussy. As she continued to read she parted her legs slightly. I fingered her gently, sliding my fingers inside her warm, wet hole and around her clitoris making her moan as her excitement grew. I continued until she could no longer read, leaning over onto my shoulder and she came heavily with her arms around my neck.

The following week she again displayed herself to me from the front row. I again instructed her to stay behind after class, and this time without a word I opened her blouse and lifted her bra to see her beautiful young tits which I sucked enthusiastically till she moaned. Then I bent her over my desk, lifted her skirt admiring the beautiful view of her tight arse and exposed pussy. I was by that time extremely horny. Extracting my rock hard cock I fucked her until we both came. This became a regular weekly event which she and I looked forward to.

My descent into the shocking but beautifully erotic world of teacher pupil relations had begun. She was just the first. I was the youngest male teacher in the school, fit and healthy and reasonably good looking. The girls were in a sexual pressure cooker. some of them found relief in each other’s arms, but others wanted male attention. Word soon got around that I was an available and satisfying lover and the way to get my attention was to attend my lessons with no underwear.

As my reputation grew, more girls would attend classes wearing no bra or underwear, sometimes several in one lesson. From well-developed sixth form girls even down to precocious second or third year girls with budding tits and bare pussies. Some of them would open too many buttons of their blouse and deliberately bend forwards when I was standing by the desk to reveal their youthful tits to me. Others would do as the first girl and flash their pussies to me under the desk. I wore tighter trousers and no underwear and enjoyed watching as girls stared at my bulging hard cock beneath thin fabric. The school was full of hormonally charged and sexually frustrated adolescent girls. I must admit that I've always liked small tits and those open blouses teasing or showing their blossoming contents were always a huge temptation for me. And the sight of a tight hairless slit I found impossible to resist. I confess that in those early years I took advantage of many of them, burying my cock into countless girls aged from 19 to 13, occasionally even younger. And I firmly believed they were also taking advantage of me. I always made sure to see that they were also satisfied and I had many repeat customers.

As PE teacher, I had the additional benefit of freedom of the changing rooms and showers. By necessity, I would be passing through these on a regular basis, tidying and moving equipment. It was a great pleasure to me to witness girls of all ages in various states of undress. I didn’t make a point of staring, but I could not help looking. Some girls, particularly the first years were immediately uncomfortable with me entering the room when they were naked, and they would cover themselves as quickly as possible. Some girls knew that they ought to cover themselves, but they secretly appreciated the male attention, and they would take a little longer covering themselves, looking sideways to check whether I was looking at them. And others, usually the older girls, were completely brazen in making sure I got a good view of their tits, and sometimes more, making no hurry of covering themselves up. Initially keeping myself only to the changing rooms. I only entered the shower rooms when I knew that the only girls in there were of the more exhibitionist type.

After a year or so of this, I developed a more long-term relationship with Karen. Karen joined the school in the third year, aged 13. She was Welsh with vivid red hair. Unbeknownst to me at the age of 10 She had discovered her father's collection of imported pornographic magazines. The magazines were explicit showing fully naked women and men with erections, all kinds of sex acts, including masturbation, oral sex and full intercourse. The magazines had turned her on greatly. After a while of reading the magazines when the house was empty she had discovered the pleasure of touching herself, and had learned to masturbate. By the time she came to Hargreave School, she was still a virgin but sexually extremely curious.

She soon became aware of the rumours about me and first made a point of arriving at lessons with a very tight blouse, and clearly no bra. I was very drawn to the vision of her pert breasts and nipples against the fabric. Her long, wavy red hair only added to the vision. Aware of my attention, at the next lesson, she arrived with no panties, and sat at the front of the class, clearly displaying herself to me beneath the desk. As soon as she had my attention she enthusiastically pulled her skirt up higher and spread her legs as wide as she could displaying her open pussy covered in short reddish hair. Of course, I asked her to stay after lesson to discuss coursework.

After locking the door, and closing the blinds, I wasted no time in approaching her and unbuttoning her blouse to see her beautiful developing chest, with high nipples on pointed 32B breasts. She pulled her shoulders back enthusiastically as I reached down and sucked on them, making her nipples hard. Nobody had done this to her before, and her response was vigorous, moaning, and writhing. I reached below her skirt to find her naked pussy and found her already wet and eager to respond to my touch.

I set her on my desk facing me and unzipped my trousers, pulling out my engorged cock. as I approached to penetrate her, she put her hand on my stomach and held me back. I thought she was resisting sex, but this was the first real cock she had seen in the flesh, and she wanted to look at it. She put her hand around it as she had seen in the magazines and started to stroke it backwards and forwards. For a novice, her touch was delicious. After a minute of this she lifted her skirt, opened her legs wide and pulled my cock towards her.

I needed no further encouragement and pushed myself in a couple of inches, there was no resistance. Several years of masturbation, often using a hairbrush or similar objects had made the way clear. With the second thrust, I pushed myself fully inside. Her pussy was Warm wet and very tight. I fucked her hard while squeezing her tits and came very quickly. Unlike most other girls, she came slightly before me, and continued her orgasm through mine.

Needless to say, the same thing happened following the next two lessons. After that, I invited her to my rooms for "additional tuition". This was a term broadly used across the school and was understood to have two meanings. It meant either real tuition or sexual activity and this was unspoken but generally understood by most pupils and staff, except of course for the headmaster.

The sessions of additional tuition were often frantic. We had a very strong erotic attraction to each other. I found that she orgasmed easily and it was not uncommon for me to bring her to orgasm with my fingers and cock 5 or 6 times within a quarter of an hour of our meeting.

After a few weeks of this arrangement, I invited her to stay with me as a "special tuition arrangement". Again, this was something which some teachers did from time to time. It was never spoken about and teachers turned a blind eye to their colleagues but teachers and peoples alike had a good idea what it meant.

For Karen and myself, it meant that she lived with me and slept in my bed. We slept naked and fucked often. We had agreed that within the apartment, she was not allowed to wear a bra or panties, except during time of her period. At any time I wanted to see her, I would point at her chest and she had to open her blouse and show me her tits. Or I would point at her skirt and she would lift it eagerly showing me a beautiful pussy with its light covering of reddish hair. She loved me looking, and she loved to look herself whenever I pulled out my cock ordering her to wank or suck it. She often remarked that the real thing was so much more satisfying than the magazines she’d been looking at since she was 10.

The arrangement worked very well, but after a couple of months, the erotic novelty became outweighed by the reality of living together. She had no interest in cooking or cleaning, so I was effectively looking after both of us. She was a reasonably bright girl, but we had no shared interests or intellectual connection and at 13 her conversation was very immature. Aside from sexual activity we became unhappy. One afternoon during school she became unwell and went to the medical wing to lie down and returned that evening to her dormitory. Although she recovered the next day, she never returned to stay with me and our relationship ended. After a brief pause and, yes, some sadness, I returned to my previous routine of getting satisfaction from other random students.

Two different incidents, which occurred in the shower room remain engraved on my memory.

The first incident occurred when three fourth year girls whose names all began with the letter D, Debbie, Diane and Denise, began to flirt with me during swimming lessons. One day, they had obviously concocted a plan and they deliberately misbehaved during the lesson, knowing that the consequence was to be made to tidy up the pool after the lesson had finished, hosing the tiled floor and putting away equipment. They took a long time doing this, so by the time they came back into the changing room, it was pretty much empty, the last couple of girls tying their shoelaces and leaving to return to their dormitory. They had also clearly just hosed each other down with the cold water. Their swimming costumes were sticking to their bodies, erect nipples clearly visible as they pulled back their shoulders and stuck out their chests. I couldn’t help looking, but I pretended not to notice. I reprimanded them on their slowness, but in return, they continued to throw me flirting glances as they peeled off the wet bathing suits. I already knew them fairly well, Debbie, being the ringleader, short, mouthy, quite chubby, with large breasts. Diane had the opposite figure, tall and stick like with skinny arms and legs and almost flat breasts. Denise was almost as short as Debbie, but had a well-proportioned petite figure, quite beautiful in fact. It was clear she was going to be really stunning as she grew older. She was the quieter of the three and the younger, although it was almost end of the summer term, she had still not yet turned 15. I’d been watching Debbie and Diane blossom from when they joined the school as first years. Debbie had fairly big tits even then and Diane was thin as a rake with a completely flat chest. But Denise had only joined the school that year, while her parents were abroad.

As they removed their one-piece costumes Debbie, being the most precocious faced me almost head on as I watched. The other two were more shy, Diane half facing me and Denise with her back to me, giving me a beautiful view of her tight bottom. When they had finished, they put the towels around their shoulders and covered themselves up.

They made their way towards the shower area continually looking at me over the shoulders with inviting glances. As they were passing through the archway, Debbie stopped and looked at me, "aren’t you coming to watch sir?"

I was undecided in my mind, but my cock took over and moments later I was following them into the shower area. As I passed through the archway the three of them were naked under the shower, wet and soapy, and made no attempt to cover themselves. They were in high spirits, giggling with each other. Barefoot as I often was in the changing rooms, I stood and faced them with my hands on my hips, wearing nothing but a cotton T-shirt and loose cotton shorts. My erection was clearly visible, making a tent in the shorts.

Again, Debbie was more brazen facing me as she washed her tits with lots of soap. "Why don’t you come and join us in the shower, sir?"

My mind spoke to me clearly, "of course not, what a silly thing to do". My body didn’t listen and I walked straight towards them into the shower. Within moments by T-shirt and shorts were drenched. Fabric became translucent, and my proud cock was clearly visible, the fabric sticking to it. All three girls were now facing me, staring at my erect cock with broad smiles. It seems that this is what they had wanted.

"You should get out of your wet things sir," said Debbie. As she spoke, I felt hands lift my T-shirt up. I willingly raised my arms and allowed it to be pulled over my head and as I did I felt other hands reach for my shorts and pull them down. Sopping wet they fell to the floor. I was now completely naked with these girls. all three were staring fixedly at my cock. I had never been in a situation like this, and had no idea what to do, Without thinking, I put my arms around them, and pulled the three of them into me in a group hug, conscious of their young tits pressing against my chest and against each other, and my cock pressing against their stomachs.

Whether she had previous experience or just an instinct, I don’t know, but Debbie reached out and put her hand around my cock stroking it slowly up and down. I was in heaven. I leaned forward and started kissing her, she kissed me back and as I still had my right arm around her, I stroked her shoulders and then moved my had around to squeeze her large breasts. But then Diane interjected, "hey, don’t hog him to yourself" she said as she pushed Debbie out of the way and stood in front of me, pushing her lips onto mine. She was the same height as me. I took my right arm off Debbie and started stroking Dianes small breasts as we kissed.

This carried on for a few moments, and then I heard a murmur from my left, and realised I still had my other arm around Denise’s shoulders and she was attached to my left side with both her arms around me and her breasts pressed against my chest. I turned my head and saw her face beaming up at me, expectant eyes and half open mouth. I had been vaguely aware for quite some weeks that she clearly had a bit of a crush on me. I tilted my head down to kiss her, and she responded immediately pressing her lips against mine and kissing me enthusiastically as she pressed her body harder against me. It was so sensuous I ran my fingers through her wet hair, stroking her neck and her earlobes. I grazed my hand up and down her beautiful back a couple of times, and then rested on her buttocks, giving them a squeeze, which made her kiss me even more enthusiastically.

I pressed her buttocks towards me, and she responded by pressing her pussy against my left thigh, and as we kissed and I felt her grinding herself against me. This girl was clearly very turned on. As we continued to kiss, I reached my hand further down below her buttocks and between her legs quickly finding her pussy, which, as I expected, was very wet. As I pushed a finger into her lips and found her clitoris she disengaged her lips from mine, and gasped, catching her breath. I pushed my finger deep into her than two fingers and started to fuck her. She moaned loudly.

Debbie was watching with interest, guessing that Denise was less experienced and, deciding to help, she took Denise’s left hand and placed it around my cock. Initially Denise started to stroke it up and down in an amateur fashion, but as she became more aroused, she lost concentration and her hand remained around my cock completely still. Even so it felt beautiful to have her delicate petite hand around it.

I continued to slide my fingers in and out of her tight pussy, imagining what it would be like to have my cock there.

In the corner of my eye, I was aware of Debbie and Diane watching and was surprised to see Debbie place her soapy hands on Diane’s breasts and reach her lips up to hiss her mouth. Diane reacted in shock, I got the impression this hadn’t happened before, but she allowed it to continue. I really wanted to watch, but I was entranced with Denise. I kissed her again as I fucked her more quickly now with my fingers. It wasn’t long before she was gasping and moaning again, pressing her body against mine, and she came in great waves. I kept my fingers inside her motionless for a few moments, and then slowly started Fingering her again "no, no" she said, but I had learned that women on the plateau of orgasm could go further, and I continued gently as she had two more orgasms. By the time I stopped she was exhausted, draped over me with her arms around my neck.

Debbie and Diane had been watching the passionate scene with interest as they kissed and stroked each other. But now I was available again Diane took her turn and, put her hand around my cock and started to wank me. she was clearly more experienced than Denise who was still hanging around my neck. Watching Debbie’s soapy hands on Dianes tits, it didn’t take me long to come, my sperm, hitting Dianes stomach and small flat tits and mingling with the water from the shower.

There was no time on that occasion to do all the other things I wanted to do. If they had stayed longer, they would be missed for their homework period. Instead I invited the three of them to visit my rooms the following afternoon, which was a Saturday. They arrived as planned at 3 pm, each wearing skimpy summer dresses. Denise in particular looked stunning and I could see that neither she nor Diane had a bra under their thin garments.

I had tea and cake laid out on the table. As they entered it was clear they were not sure exactly why they were there. Again, unsure what to do I embraced them as I had done in the shower the day before, the four of us in a hug. It felt nice and I enjoyed the view, looking down at three beautiful sets of cleavage. Carried away by the view, I reached out a hand and pulled the neck of Denise’s dress forward. I was correct about her lack of bra and I looked down at her beautiful naked breasts and nipples.

The girls immediately got the message. This was not just an afternoon of tea and cake. Within moments, they were again clawing at my clothes, pulling down my shorts, removing my T-shirt. In response, I lifted Denise’s dress up over her head, and the other two followed suit. I took them by the hands and let them into the bedroom where we all got fully naked on the bed. The next two hours, I’m sure you can imagine were filled with every kind of sex play, touching stroking, sucking, fingering, and fucking. I came several times as they each did. I have particular memories of Debbie and Diane learning to pleasure each other, Debbie teaching Denise how to wank and suck cock And the glorious moment when Denise lay on the bed beneath me looking up at me with wide, brown eyes and I entered her tight, warm pussy and fucking her, as I looked down at her beautiful face, long hair, and gorgeous tits.

When 5 o’clock arrived, they had to leave to be back in the dormitory. We never did get to the tea and cake. We managed to repeat the activity on two more weekends and then it was the end of term. By September Denise’s parents had returned and she went to a local school near Bristol. Debbie and Diane had fallen out and didn’t hang out together at all. But That image of being under the warm wet soapy shower with 3 naked girls has stayed with me all my life.

The other memorable incident in the shower room was similar, but occurred with a pair of 6 form girls. Rita Tershall was now headgirl. After one swimming lesson, she and the deputy head girl a stunning blonde, named Selena, made a point off being very late getting changed. Once the changing room was empty, they both stripped completely naked and walked slowly into the shower room beckoning me to follow. I could not resist. They were both extremely beautiful women. This time I stripped myself naked and joined them in the shower where we soaped and washed each other all over. The two girls were clearly lovers and stroked and kissed each other as much as they did me. It was a beautifully intimate and mutual threesome. After we had showered we dressed and I invited them back to my rooms. As headgirl, she was not tied by the same timetable as other girls. we three spent a beautiful evening together. Following that I invited Rita to live with me for awhile. She was 19 and I was 25 and I even entertained thoughts of spending my life with her. But in reality she was completely out of my league. At the end of term, she left school and moved to London where I often saw her name mentioned in society columns of the newspapers. She even worked as a model for a while. A few years later I saw that she married an aristocratic foreign ambassador a few years her senior and they moved abroad. Again, those times naked together with such beautiful women remain forever in my mind.

With Rita gone, I returned to my normal routine off finding relief with girls who displayed themselves to me during class.

Eventually after more months of this I became aware that I was the cause of much heartache. The housemistress and I became very friendly, I sensed she was someone I could trust though she was a few years older than me. We entered into an affair that lasted several months. She told me there were many instances of unrequited love, many sad and jealous tears shed onto pillows due to my activities. I made a deliberate choice to calm down.

The real change occurred when I first met Vicky. I had been 25 when I first saw her as I entered the swimming pool changing room following a first year swimming lesson. With first years, nearly all girls covered themselves up immediately, apart from a few who seemed oblivious to my presence. Vicky was no different. When I entered the room she was naked, dripping from the shower and immediately picked up her towel to cover herself. However, I was struck by her beauty in a way I wasn’t with any other girl. She was athletic but in a very attractive way: shapely, toned muscles, an upright posture, the beginnings of breasts and long, straight blonde hair. But what struck me most was an indefinable sense about her body language, her character, a slight shyness to my gaze, but at the same time a self-assured demeanour. As I got to know her in English lessons, my initial senses were confirmed. She was quietly self-assured, intelligent, kind to her fellow pupils, and mature for her age. She was good at English and it transpired that we shared a love of many great poets and authors.

In swimming lessons over the following weeks, as I entered the changing room she was often undressed and would always cover herself up. But I noticed each time it took her slightly longer to gather her towel, slightly longer to lower her eyes and allow me to gaze at her body before she covered herself. I knew that I could have taken an initiative and probably taken advantage of her, but I did not want to. Despite her youth, I sensed a connection between us, one that perhaps had the potential of becoming an adult connection when she was older. She was beautiful and very sexy, but I also felt protective towards her. Of course, this did not stop me looking and certainly did not hinder her from letting me look. Eventually, we got to the stage, almost like a game, where she would deliberately face me and let me look her up and down for a few seconds with a shy grin on her face before wrapping her towel around her.

The relationship between us stayed like this until the second year. And yes, she was the girl I found in the PE room being assaulted by the three rich bitches. Having literally rescued her from that situation and sent her to the house mistress, I visited her in her dormitory later and comforted her, putting my arm around her. She was angry and upset at the assault, but she was also mature enough to know that she had not been at fault, that the girls were bullies, and just that sometimes bad things happen. And she was aware that they had received poetic justice. Again, I did not feel I wanted to take advantage and at that point our relationship became closer in a more friendly way.

But she was aware of the rumours about me, and she guessed that I occasionally had my way with other girls and for a year or two things cooled off between us. By the time she was in the fourth form she herself was becoming much more hormonally charged and interested in sex, and it was only a matter of time before she too followed the pattern of the rumours and arrived at my class one day with no panties, revealing herself to me under her desk with a quizzical look on her face, inviting me. But I didn’t act.

I resisted as long as I could, in fact I waited another year until she was 16 for and so things cooled between us again. I think I wanted to do it right with her.

As soon as she turned 16 I invited her to stay behind after class even though she had long since stopped flashing me. At this point, I told her that I really wanted her, that I had always wanted her, but I had needed to wait and ensure my motives were right. I told her how much I fantasised every night about her naked body, that I masturbated thinking of what I would do to her. At that point, she reminded me that she had never seen my cock and that she had been wondering what it looked like for the past four years. I told her she could see for herself.

With trepidation she knelt down in front of me and unzipped my trousers. Slowly she put her hand inside and explored, finding her way beneath my underwear, reaching for what she did not quite know. Eventually, her fingers made contact with my erection and I could not stop myself gasping. She looked up at me with wide eyes and a smile. her fingers went further until she was around my shaft and she carefully pulled it out of my trousers. She gazed at it in genuine amazement, her mouth and her eyes wide. I encouraged her to put her fingers around it, enjoying the sight of her slender delicate fingers around my cock, and I showed her how to stroke it up and down slowly at first, then speeding up. I had intended to fuck her, but her touch was so good, a natural expertise, and I could not stop myself exploding and shooting spunk all over her face. She laughed in amazement and joy as she licked the cum dripping into her mouth, ecstatic that she had been able to give me such pleasure.

In the following encounter I taught her how to suck it, and then I sat her on my desk, facing me with her legs apart and it was my turn to kneel between her legs and introduce her to the pleasure of oral, my tongue enthusiastically exploring every fold of skin and circling her virgin clitoris till she squealed and squealed. Then as she remained in that trance-like plateau of orgasm I stood and slowly slid myself inside. There was no resistance, her virgin skin having been torn by the rich bitches all those years ago. It was a sublime experience being inside her pussy, so tight and wet and warm, something I had experienced many times with other girls over the past few years, but never with such a sense of emotional connection. We hugged each other tightly and fucked. That first time has been forever engraved on my memory.

For her final two years at the school I remained completely faithful to her. As her parents visited once or twice a year I also got to know them. They were aware that we had a shared love of literature and poetry and they liked me. Whether or not they suspected we had another dimension to the relationship I don’t know, but they were satisfied that she was happy and doing well educationally under my mentorship.

So it didn’t seem extraordinary to them that when she graduated and her parents were still abroad, I offered for her to stay with me for the summer till they returned. She moved in and we set up all her belongings in the spare bedroom. However, this was just for show, and from the first night she slept with me, lying naked, together, hugging, enjoying each other’s bodies, and the closeness, emotionally, physically and sexually. She was 19 and I was 34.

She stayed longer than the summer, explaining to her parents that she had found a job locally, and after a year of living with me, we declared our love to her parents who had now become used to us being together, and with their blessing we married.

We have now been married for over 30 years. We chose not to have children and we still lie hugging naked together in bed every night. We have a very happy home life together. Unlike Karen, we have lots to talk and laugh about, she enjoys looking after me and is a very good cook. We make love frequently, and whenever I am stressed for any reason, she reminds me of the times I first saw her in the swimming pool changing room, telling me of her shyness as I gazed at her body, at her excitement in wanting to show me. She reminds me how I rescued her from the rich bitches and how grateful she was that I comforted her that evening. She reminds me how aroused she was to come to my class and show me her pussy under the desk and how disappointed that I didn’t follow through. She remembers the first time she saw and held my cock, the first one she had ever seen. She recalls the first time we had sex and how deeply we fell into love with each other, a love that has never dimmed.

THE END

This is a fictional story by Orange Squash. I'd be interested to receive feedback or similar true stories from any men or women. You can email me at orangesquash59@gmail.com

True Elements:

Elements of the Hargreave School stories have come from truth, either my own or the many mature women I’ve known or talked to online over the years.

The 13 year old girl doing star-jumps on the trampoline with no knickers is true although, even though he clearly had a hard-on in his joggers, to her disappointment the PE teacher never acted upon it. She’d realised the day before he’d been watching her naked in the changing room and decided to seduce him.

The 14 year old boy who got his cock out in class is true but it was a co-educational school and he did it to show off to the girls. The lady who told me said at 14 she was to shy to go near but she always looked as she’d never seen one before.

The PE teacher entering the changing rooms as girls were getting dressed I heard from a couple of different women. One told me there were always some girls who covered them-selves straight away, other girls who brazenly showed off their tits and some, like the woman who told me, who always wanted him to look and made sure he got a good look at her tits but pretended not to be interested.

The girls showing their fannies to teacher in class are based on a woman I met who grew up on army bases, with other teenage ‘army brats’. She used to wander the base with no knickers flashing the sentries on duty and occasionally flashing her teacher. In bored evenings the brats would hang out and drink beer then they’d pair off and move somewhere private so the girls could wank off the boys. She once wanked off 5 boys in one evening.

The 3 girls seducing the PE teacher is loosely based on my own experience of 3 schoolgirls I knew when I was 21.

My first experiences were "I’ll show you if you show me", firstly with two girls when we were around 5, and then when I about 12 with an very curious and willing 11 year old who, after a while, I taught to wank me off. Hence my tendency to write about those themes.

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This was a fictional story by Orange Squash. I'd be interested to receive feedback from any women with views on whether I have adequately described the viewpoint of women in my stories. You can email me at orangesquash59@gmail.com if you would like to comment on this story

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