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Summer Term
by BigK (address withheld)
***
Teacher in English Girls' Public School gets up to
various sexual exploits that he shouldn't. (M/f+, ped,
nc, rp, voy)
***
Chapter One - Introduction
Chapter Two - Swimming With Emma
Chapter Three - Jessica Blows
Chapter Four - Dilated To Meet Katie
Chapter Five - Megan's Mistake
Chapter Six - Megan's Second Mistake
Chapter Seven - Jules Learns To Shave
Chapter Eight - Lucie Gets Examined
Chapter Nine - Kate Goes Gardening
Chapter Ten - Crossing The Line With Annie
Chapter Eleven - In Touch With Rachel
***
Chapter One - Introduction
It's not a bad job, teaching. You'll read complaints
and articles in the press about how poorly paid you
are, how long the hours are and how dangerous it can
be, but there are good teaching jobs. I've got one of
the best.
Lady Ottakers is an English girl's school for 13 to 18
year olds. Set in the heart of the West Country its
target market is very much the upper middle class
family, which has the money to send their daughters to
a boarding environment that almost guarantees a sound
education in a caring environment. Many of the real
world issues never reach Lady O's as it's known. In
particular the growing issue of pedophilia and child
sex attacks that seem to appear in the press every
other week... .
I'm convinced sex incidents with young teenage girls
are rising simply because of the freedom of thought the
internet has brought to men. Now one can log on anytime
and view young girls in various states of undress on
websites with freedom of speech it makes you think, and
look around.
Take Lady O's for example. A safe environment like this
you'd expect sexual issues to be few and far between.
In reality the governors have put it firmly on the
agenda through the foundation issue of uniform. Lady
O's summer uniform for the girls is the fuel of
fantasy; brown sandals with white ankle length bobby
socks, a pleated skirt for summer that is normally only
half-thigh in length though on some of the taller or
faster growing girls it starts to become almost hip
length. For their tops a simple, high quality white
short sleeve blouse. The girls are not permitted any
significant jewelry or make-up and must adhere to the
uniform dress code rigidly.
Now I mentioned earlier I have a great teaching job.
Well, I lied; it's not really a teaching job rather a
maintenance man's job. Odd jobs around the school, that
kind of thing. I've only been here for 9 months and now
we're coming into summer term I couldn't believe my
eyes when the girls returned from the Easter break in
the summer uniform.
The girls are all shapes and sizes as you'd expect in a
school of nearly 300 but in amongst them all there are
some crackers. You can't help but have your mind wander
when you see a group of 14-year-old, haughty-taughty,
rich girls striding down a path towards you in skimpy
skirts and see-thru blouses...
Chapter Two - Swimming With Emma
My 'office' as the headmistress calls it, backs onto
the school's outdoor swimming pool. Not used since I
arrived in September, the summer term brought with it
the start of swimming classes for the girls. I'd try to
be 'working from my office' whenever the class was on;
I'd worked a view hole in the back wall of the shed
that allowed me to look directly into the pool area.
I'd watch the girl's line up to dive in and mentally
mark them out of 10 for various categories.
My favorite class was Year 11. 14 and 15 year old girls
really developing well. Their legs stretching out,
breasts budding off their flat chests, their hips and
asses still the compact affairs of pre-teens. One
particular girl in Year 11 had caught my eye the first
time I saw her walk from the changing room. The girls
had a swimming uniform as well, a rather staid black 1-
piece affair that nevertheless, if fitted correctly
(incorrectly) could show off all the right bits to the
roving eye.
This girl walked hesitantly from the changing room that
day and I felt my cock twitch involuntarily. Blonde
shoulder length hair cut in a bob with a fierce fringe
over her startling blue eyes. She looked a little late
in developing, her chest almost flat, just two small
bumps belying the start of things to come. Down below
her swimsuit clung to the most amazing ass. As she bent
over to dive in I knew I had to see more of this girl.
She swam her two lengths and pushed herself back out of
the pool and stood there, dripping, not 5 yards from
me. Maybe her mother had selected the wrong black
swimming suit but hers clung to her like none of the
others. Around her waist and between her legs... I
swear I could see her vulva and the outline of her
pussy lips pushed out far in front of her hipbones.
Later that afternoon I went to the staff room and
pulled out the Year 11 register. Thumbing through the
book I soon found the picture I was looking for, Emma
Tyrington, born September 18th 1989. Jesus, no wonder
she looked a little less developed than the other girls
I thought, with a birthday in September she'd got into
the year ahead. She was 13 now and 14 in September.
I thought for a few days about what to do, what plan
should I adopt, how far dared I go. I needed to see
more of Emma; she'd really pulled my chain. Its not
that I am pedophilic in nature but girls like Emma turn
me on so much. I love the way their bodies are so hard
and skinny, everything pokes out rather than curves
out. I laid my plan...
The girls all had a pigeonhole that would be used to
receive mail from home and messages from other pupils,
(mobile phones were banned and there was no signal out
here in the countryside anyway). Late one evening I
scrawled a note to Emma in what I hoped would appear to
be girly writing asking her to meet 'me' at the pool
the next evening as I needed her help. I asked her to
come alone, as what I needed to speak about was
embarrassing.
The following evening was a beautiful English summer's
dusk. Warm half-light around the pool as I pushed the
pool cleaner around the bottom sucking up the leaves
and debris. I heard the latch on the gate go up and the
hinges squeak.
"Oh, hi Mr. Mathers," Emma said. "Have you seen Emma
Watson?"
"No I haven't," I replied walking slowly towards her.
"Why?"
"Oh, nothing, just I was supposed to meet her here,"
she replied.
I continued to move slowly towards her pulling the pool
cleaner rod with me. It looked just like I was minding
my own business, cleaning the pool. But I had other
plans in mind...
I got close to Emma and suddenly moved fast looping the
pool cleaner round behind my head quickly. It struck
Emma clean across the shoulders, not hard, but hard
enough for her to lose her balance and topple with a
shriek into the pool. She surfaced with surprise and
swam across to the edge.
"Oh, miss... miss, I'm so sorry," I feigned. "Quick,
let's get you out of there. Grab my hand, quick now.
Emma held out her hand and I grabbed her around the
wrist. Our first contact. I pulled her up and out of
the water fairly easily; she was so light, even with
her clothes sodden. And what clothes. She'd been in
full uniform when she got to the pool and now it was
clear that that lovely crisp white blouse was not
designed to be worn when wet.
It was practically see-thru; I could clearly see her
bra straps and lacy cups covering her modest little
breasts. Her skirt was stuck to her skinny legs and
waist, dripping water in pools between her feet. She
stood there, slightly shocked for a minute, before
coming to and quickly wrapping her arms across her
chest, instinctively almost.
"I'm so sorry miss, it was an accident honest. Let me
get a towel for you and a cup of warm tea, it's the
least I can do," I stammered, acting the coy one.
"N-no, Mr. Mathers, it's quite alright thank you."
"Please miss, I feel so bad. Just one cup. Make you
feel better after a shock like that."
"Well alright Mr. Mathers. Just a quick cup then I must
get back... and ... and find Emma."
I led the way round the back of the pool to my
workshop. I opened the door and proffered to Emma to go
first. Good manners were a natural part of the culture
at Lady O's. The kettle was plugged in and I switched
it on while preparing a couple of mugs of tea.
"You'll find a towel in the cupboard there miss. What
is you name miss? The least I can do is call you by
your name after being so rude and knocking you in the
pool!"
"Tyrington, Emma Tyrington," she replied reaching into
the cupboard and pulling out the large blue towel
within. She wrapped the towel around her shoulders and
willingly took the cup of tea.
Not just any cup of tea this; not quite hot it was
easily able to be drunk fast and contained a few extra
things apart from tea. A drug called Rephnol. A girl
her size with that dose it should make her forget
everything for about an hour. She wouldn't be knocked
out though, still conscious and quite lucid, almost
like someone who is very drunk but not ill.
The drug worked faster than I'd thought it would and I
soon noticed Emma staggering slightly.
"Are you alright Miss Tyrington?" I enquired falsely.
"I'm not sure, I feel a little funny Mr. Mathers." she
replied.
Now for the moment of truth...
"Emma, please pass me the towel and stand over there in
the light."
"W-why?"
"Just do it please Emma."
She started to unwrap the towel and placed it in my
outstretched hand. She walked over to the window and
turned to look at me. She was sex on legs. 13 years
old, dressed in damp school uniform. Her tousled blonde
hair framing her perfectly symmetrical face and
piercing blue eyes. Her blouse had lost none of its
earlier see-thru sheen despite the towel and I could
still quite clearly see Emma's training lacy bra cups
and the slight hint of nipples poking through.
"Emma, take your skirt off and I'll dry it over here,"
I innocently stated.
"I-I can't. I can't do that," she stuttered looking
confused. "Mr. Mathers, what's happ... happening to
me?"
"Don't worry Emma, you look fine to me," I replied
quickly. "Please just take your skirt off and I'll
start drying it off so you can go back and look for
Emma."
"Emma? Emma who..."
This stuff really worked well. She looked fully awake
and yet appeared compliant to all suggestion.
"Take it off Emma please," I repeated.
Slowly with confusion in her eyes, her slim hands fell
to one of her hips and slowly drew the skirt's zip
down. Unbuttoning the waistband Emma lowered the gray
skirt to the floor, stepped out of it and passed it to
me.
Could things get any better I gasped under my breath.
Emma now stood there in a well-cut pair of regulation
school knickers. White of course but damp with the
water from the pool. I could clearly see my imagination
had not been playing tricks with me when I'd seen her
earlier in her swimming costume. Emma Tyrington's
panties were as good as transparent and it was clear
she had the most amazing pudenda. Her vulva protruded
significantly from the line of her hips and her labia
appeared to stick out further still.
"We'd better get you out of those wet knickers too
Miss," I ventured.
Again looking confused Emma's thumbs hooked into the
sides of the flimsy material and smoothly pushed them
to the floor, picked them up and passed them to me. I
was struggling a little to comprehend what was going on
here and the risks I was taking. Here I was a 33-year-
old maintenance man, in a shed with a 13-year-old rich
girl with no clothes on below her waist. They'd hang me
for this if they found out I thought, but they won't.
I took a step towards Emma and looked down at her
waist. Her vulva was bare. Perhaps the merest hint of a
blonde wisp but to all but the closest examination as
smooth as the day she was born. My cock was rock. Her
labia were truly amazing. Both sets of lips were
identifiable and protruding, the tip of her clitoris
was also just visible. Amazing on a girl so young.
"Miss, you look a little unsteady, take a seat over
there whilst I dry out your skirt and panties."
"Mr. Mr. Mathers, I shouldn't be here should I, I mean,
this isn't right, is it?" she stammered.
"Miss Tyrington, don't you worry your pretty little
head about it. You're perfectly safe with me. Now sit
down over there and let me look at you."
She stepped over to the couch and sat down.
"Lay down, Miss and drop your leg over onto the floor,
there's a good girl. Now Emma, tell me about yourself
while we wait for your clothes to dry."
"Shouldn't these be drying as well?" she whispered,
gesturing to her blouse, shoes and socks.
"Don't worry about those Miss, just tell me about
yourself," I replied not wanting her to remove the
other garments. It turned me on to see the teenager in
her normal school uniform minus her skirt and panties.
"Well, my name is Emma Katherine Tyrington, but my
friends call me Em. I'm 13 years old, but 14 in
September. I live in Bristol with my Dad. He's divorced
from my Mum but he's rich so gives me lots of things to
make up for it and... and that's about it really."
"Good, I'm pleased," I replied. "And what about your
sex life Emma?"
"My what? M-my sex life, I can't tell you about that,"
she giggled.
"Yes you can Emma, you're safe here with me. Do you
have a boyfriend?"
"No... no I don't."
"Are you a virgin?"
"Yes of course I am. Mummy told me all about that
before she went, I'm a good girl."
"I bet you've kissed a few boys though Emma, haven't
you?"
"Yes, yes I have."
"Do you wank Emma?"
"Oh my God! My God! What is this, the Spanish
Inquisition," she cried with confused mock indignity.
"Do you play with yourself Emma, do you masturbate?" I
pushed.
"Yes, yes I do sometimes," she replied.
"Show me how you do it Emma," I whispered, moving
closer to the end of the couch. "Show me here and now.
Think of something sexy and wank for me Emma."
"What should I think of?" she asked innocently, her
blue eyes looking directly into mine.
"I don't know Emma, what about the last time you kissed
a boy.
"I did more than that," she giggled again.
"Tell me what you did while you wank Emma."
Her left hand slowly slid between her spread legs
pausing between her skinny hipbones. Her middle finger
extended and slipped over her clitoris hood and
disappeared within the folds of her labia. She started
moving her hand rhythmically and moaning quietly.
"Tell me Em, I can call you Em can't I?"
"Oh yes, Mr. Mathers, of course you can. Well, let me
see. I'm thinking of the time a couple of months ago
with Ben, at home, behind the stables. Dad was away
again and Ben had popped round for a chat. Things had
got a little hot and whilst we were out the back of the
stables. Ben asked me to... to... to suck his willy. I
wasn't sure at first but he pulled it out of his shorts
and placed my hands on it. I knelt in front of him and
slowly slipped it between my lips. He told me what to
do, sucking a little, no teeth, sliding as much of it
in me as possible.
It grew as I sucked and soon his hands grasped the back
of my head and he pulled me onto him and pumped himself
in and out of me. I wasn't sure what was supposed to
happen and suddenly felt him change and groan loudly.
Suddenly all this liquid sprayed into my mouth. I was
so shocked I jerked back, his willy sprung from my
mouth and I spat all this white stuff out on the hay.
I looked up at Ben embarrassed as to whether I'd done
something wrong. He told me I'd been perfect and looked
great kneeling there with his cum on my chin and dress.
I didn't even know that was cum then," she giggled. "We
went back into the house quickly before my Dad came
home and I cleaned myself up and put my dress in the...
in the wash."
She looked fabulous this teenage schoolgirl lying flat
out in my shed with her damp blouse barely disguising
her lacey bra, her legs spread wide and her finger deep
in her cunt. I was sure I could smell her teen spirit
as her finger worked faster and faster.
"Did you enjoy letting Ben... Ben cum in your mouth
Em?" I asked.
Her hand paused; maybe she'd forgotten I was there.
"Yes, I think I did. Anyway the other girls were
impressed when I told them this term. None of them have
done that."
"Has anyone else seen your fantastic pussy Em?" I
enquired.
"No. No they haven't but I know what you're talking
about. My Mum took me to the doctor when I was little
as she was worried it was not right. He said it was
fine and Mum said boys might like it in the future. Do
you like it Mr. Mathers?"
Em looked up at me as she said this and moved her other
hand between her legs and spread her labia.
"I love it Em," I replied. "So you're a virgin you
said, don't you want to be able to tell the other girls
you're the first to lose it!"?
"No, no, not yet. I'm too young. In a few more years,
maybe."
"With Ben?"
"No, he's long gone now. I haven't got a boyfriend at
the moment. That's maybe why I'm a little frustrated
you know."
Again she looked up at me with those innocent wide
eyes. Almost challenging me. I couldn't believe just
how open this drug had made her. She seemed happy to
talk about her innermost thoughts, almost as if a part
of her brain was just not functioning and inhibition
and privacy was irrelevant.
"I can help relief that frustration Em," I offered.
"You won't lose your virginity and it'll be better than
wanking."
"How Mr. Mathers. I don't want to suck willies again. I
didn't like the taste, and the smell, yeeeeuugh!"
"No, no, don't worry. You don't need to suck willy
again. If you'd like to see stand up and hop down on
all fours on the floor."
She hesitated and I thought for a minute I'd gone too
far or the drug was starting to wear off, but it was
neither. Em swung her other leg to the floor and slid
off the sofa onto the floor. Hitching herself up onto
all fours she paused.
"Good girl Em, now part your legs and push you ass
towards the ceil..."
"No, you're kidding. That's how you lose it Mr. Mathers
I know, you'll put it in me."
"Em, trust me you won't lose your virginity. You'll
love it. You want to be able to tell the other girls
don't you?"
She pondered for a second and with a stifled giggle
parted her legs and thrust her skinny ass towards the
sky. I dropped my shorts and pants freeing at last my
cock and knelt behind her. I inspected her gorgeous
form. Her labia looked amazing from behind. Huge lips,
glistening from the attention she'd given them a few
minutes earlier and above them... above them my target.
A clean, puckered sphincter.
I positioned myself behind her and transferred some
pre-cum from the end of my cock onto her sphincter. As
I touched her hole she started.
"Wha? What are you doing?!" she stammered.
"Em, don't worry. Trust me. I know what I'm doing
remember. It may hurt a little but it'll feel good once
we get going."
I pushed my cockhead against her hole and shuddered. It
looked huge against such a young body. Could I really
do this to her. Gently at first I pushed against her.
She moaned and moved away slightly.
"Em I need your help to start. Pretend you're having a
poo and push back against me. That way it won't hurt so
much and we'll get going quicker."
I pushed again and heard her groan as she pushed as
well. Slowly but surely her sphincter enlarged and my
cock began to disappear within her. After a couple of
minutes I was in and began to pull out and thrust in.
"Oww, that hurts Mr. Mathers," Em cried out.
"Don't worry Em, wait a second and it'll get easier."
I thrust away as the teenager moaned and yelled beneath
me. I wasn't convinced she was enjoying the experience.
She looked like a rag doll at the end of my cock, a
pedophilic toy.
"Mr. Mathers... pl-pl-please stop. It hurts. It's
hurting."
"Wa-wait... Em," I stammered. "I'm cumming Miss. I'm
cumming!"
Pretty soon my cock twitched once, twice, three times
and unloaded stream after spurt of thick cum into the
schoolgirl's rectum. I pulled out and looked down as
her sphincter stayed gaped long enough for me to drip
one last cum splat into her hole to join the white lake
I could glimpse deep inside her. Her hole winked closed
tightly and she collapsed to the floor.
"I didn't like that," she sobbed. "Why did you do that
to me?"
"Em, so you can boast to your girlfriends what you've
done that they haven't. How many other 13 year olds do
you know, or they know, who've been fucked in the ass
and had a 33 year old man cum in their rectum."
"I-I don't know," she cried.
"Well I'd guess it wouldn't be many...
Chapter Three - Jessica Blows
The following week I began to think my luck must be in.
Staying late one evening to fix a fence down the back
of the sports field I was just packing up my tools when
I could have sworn I heard some rustling from behind
the fence. I left my tools where they were and wandered
down the end of the field and hopped the stile.
I picked my way though the nettles and bushes for a few
minutes until I came upon a sight I'll remember for
many years, if only I'd had my camera and they hadn't
heard me. In front of me looking startled and scared
was Kevin Bligne from the town and Jessica Warren from
Year 12.
Now one of the cardinal rules at Ottakers was you never
went into town without permission and you were not
encouraged to fraternize with the townsfolk. From where
I was standing it appeared 14 year old Jessica Warren
had been doing a lot more than fraternizing!
"Oh Miss... I'm sorry," I feigned. "What are you doing
here?"
I knew exactly what had been going on. The story told
itself; as I'd approached and they'd heard me I saw
Jessica rising off her knees from in front of Kevin and
Bligne hurriedly doing up his fly. Dirty bastard I
thought.
"Mr. Mr. Mathers," Jessica stammered. "What are you
doing here?"
"I might ask the same of you young lady," I enquired
innocently. "It looked to me like young Miss Warren was
engaged in some activity the headmistress should know
about immediately."
"Oh God, no Mr. Mathers, please. I'm already on report,
this would finish me," she cried.
"Well, Miss, what can I do about it, I have to uphold
the rules of the school you know that. Why shouldn't I
tell?"
The look of confusion and anxiety spread across
Jessica's face as she tried to find a way out of being
caught blowing a guy from the town. It was a tough
predicament for the teenager but I had a way out in
mind. She was a pretty young thing, innocent green
eyes, and a tight teen body with a pair of tits to die
for. Unlike some of the other girls, Warren's body had
filled out early and she'd boasted probably some of the
finest tits in the school for the past couple of years.
"There is one way you could help me not tell Miss," I
began.
"What Mr. Mathers, anything you want, just please don't
tell," she whispered, tears starting to well up in her
eyes.
"Well, Miss, if you was to... you know... keep doing
what you was doing before I arrived, I think I'd not
tell on you."
Bligne couldn't believe his ears, or his luck.
"I-I don't... understand Mr. Mathers," Jessica
stammered. "What do you want me to do?"
"Blow him dear, give him the blowjob you'd started when
I arrived."
"You are fucking kidding," she stammered, starting to
shake. "You can't make me do that... besides... that
wasn't what we were doing."
"Well in that case my dear prepare your story for the
headmistress who I'm sure will wish to pass on the
story of their whore teenage daughter to her mum and
dad."
"Please, no... we, we weren't going to do... that," she
pleaded. "I don't even know how to."
"Shut it Miss and get on with it," I shouted forcefully
hoping I swing her to do it but suspecting I wouldn't.
Some of these public school girl bitches can be pretty
strong minded when they chose to be, but no, my God it
looked like she might just. She began to kneel in front
of Bligne.
"Bligne, I suggest you help Miss Warren and show her
what you want. I assume you do want it, Bligne?"
"Well, yes of course provided I don't get in no trouble
mate."
"You won't, I promise. He won't Jessica will he?"
"N-n-no Mr. Mathers," she whispered. She looked a
stunning sight, a fourteen year old girl dressed in her
school uniform; crisp white blouse, in Jessica's case
stretched tightly across her full chest, and simple,
grey plaid skirt, mid-thigh as per regulations. A good,
rule abiding girl about to take cock in her mouth.
Bligne lowered his trousers around his ankles and
gestured to his full pants. His hard cock was clear to
see straining beneath the blue cotton.
"T-take it out Jessie," he cooed. "Take it out, cup it
in your hands and slip it into your mouth. Suck me
gently and it'll all be over soon and alright again."
Perfect I thought, nice job Bligne. Jessica Warren
brought her hands up to either side of Bligne's hips
and lowered his pants to around his ankles. His cock
sprang out, a good full girth and eight inches of
thrust, it dwarfed the little teenager.
Jessica looked up at him with wide, innocent eyes as
she touched his cock with her right hand and brought
her innocent mouth down on the tip. Bligne groaned
audibly as Jessica's mouth opened and accepted his
cock. She slowly began to move up and down his length,
slurping smoothly. Bligne was losing it I could see, he
wouldn't hold out much longer I thought.
Sure enough Bligne's hands grasped the back of
Jessica's head and pulled her forcefully onto his cock.
He began pumping in and out of her virgin mouth
oblivious to her grunts of discomfort and humiliation.
At last he pushed her face off him but held her by the
hair with his left hand. Like lightning his right hand
went to his engorged member and furiously stroked.
Soon he looked to the heavens and shot streams of hot,
white cum. It landed in Jessica's hair and across her
forehead before beginning its gravity driven slide down
her nose and onto her lips. She pulled away from
Bligne's hand and gagging fell to her hands spitting
into the grass.
"Jessica," I called. "Jessica, or can I call you Jessie
now? Let me look at you my dear."
Jessica Warren looked up and turned to me. Her face was
covered with Bligne's cum and it had started to drip
off her chin onto her white blouse, giving it an almost
sheen like appearance.
"One more thing, Jessica my dear," I leered as I
stepped forward and opened my fly. "Stay as you are and
look up at me. I want you to whisper at me the
following words, 'Please Mr. Mathers, will you cum on
my face as well sir', can you do that Jessica?"
"Yes," she groaned.
"Good, so start please." I pulled my hard cock from my
shorts and began stroking myself. Looking down I wished
again I had a camera or even better a video. Here I was
a 33 year old maintenance man stood astride one of the
14 year old girl pupils with my cock out masturbating.
She was staring up at me asking me to cum on her
face... Jesus, teaching can be good sometimes.
I soon was close to losing my load and brought the tip
of my cock close to Jessica's mouth.
"Open your mouth Jessie and say those words."
"Pl-pl-please Mr. Mathers... cu... please... cum on
my... oh my god!" she whispered hesitantly.
She did, just in time as I shot a large spurt of cum
direct down her throat, she gagged again but I quickly
grabbed her chin and forced my cock into her mouth. I
twitched time and time again as load after load of my
cum disappeared into the teenager's mouth.
"Good girl, Jessie," I whispered. "Eat it all up like
Mummy asks you to at dinner, it's good for you, you
know, full of protein."
I pulled out and immediately she gagged and spat gob
after gob of my hot sperm from her mouth onto the
grass.
"What a waste, Miss," I leered. "We better mop you up
hadn't we. On your way Bligne," I ordered. "Now, let's
see, what could we use to clean you up... I know, stand
up Jessie."
I offered out my hand and the scared, confused
schoolgirl gingerly took it by the wrist and stood
shakily to her feet.
"We'll use your panties Miss, they'll mop that mess off
your face good and proper. Slip them off now like a
good girl." I asked matter-of-factly.
"Oh no, please Mr. Mathers, please stop... I..."
"Shut up girl and do as I ask or the whole fucking
school's gonna know you were out here sucking Bligne's
cock. Do you want that do you, do you want all your
friends to think you nothing better than some common
whore from the town?"
She started with the sudden change of tone in my voice
but it seemed to work. She sighed gently as her hands
went to her thighs and slowly lifted her grey school
uniform skirt. I bent down in front of her as the skirt
lifted higher and higher. Soon her thumbs found the
elastic of her panties and began to lower them to the
ground.
"Good girl, Jessie," I soothed. "That wasn't so bad now
was it. Pass them to me please." She did as I asked. I
held them in my hand for a few seconds marveling at
what was happening here. Stood in front of me was
Jessica Warren one of the 14 year old Year 8 girls with
the cum of two men splattered on her face, in her hair
and down her school blouse. Beneath her skirt she was
bare and in my hand I held her panties, me, a 33 year
old man. They'd lynch me for this if they ever knew...
but they wouldn't ever know.
I opened out the white cotton material and glanced
inside to the gusset. A few markings and a distinct
damp patch supported my suspicions that little Miss
Warren was pretty turned on when I'd found her with her
Captain Bligne.
"You were wet Miss, weren't you?
"Wh-what..d... do you mean?"
"Your pussy, Miss, it was getting wet when you were
with him wasn't it?
Silence from the shaking teenager.
"Wasn't it Miss, answer me or this'll be public news
within the hour," I threatened.
"Yes."
"Show me."
Still crouched before her I watched as her shaking
hands once again grasped the hem of her skirt and
lifted it up. Heaven came into view. Jessica Warren's
pussy was clean and bare as the day she was born, too
bare to be natural for a 14 year old I thought. Looking
a little closer I swore I could see her labia slightly
parted just beneath what was a large clit and the
merest speckle of moisture.
"Do you shave yourself Miss?" I enquired innocently.
"Your pussy looks awful smooth for a 14 year old girl."
"Yes," she stated blankly.
"Why Miss, tell me why, when and how."
"For... for swimming and my... you know, my bikini and
all that," she stammered now wide eyed with confusion
about what was happening to her.
"Go on Jessie," I asked.
"Well, when I was about twelve, I started to get hairy
down there and I didn't like it because it might you
know, poke out and people might see it so I started
shaving it off a during the summer."
"When do you do it and how, Jessica?"
"Usually at night after I've gone to bed and kissed
Mummy and Daddy good night. I'd do it in bed, with a
cream."
"Did it hurt?"
"No! I mean... no... it didn't."
"Did you like it? Does it make you horny Jessica?"
"Ye... yes," she stammered.
"Do you masturbate afterwards Jessie?"
"Yes, sometimes."
"Only sometimes, you naughty girl."
"Every time, alright. I wank every time I do it, that's
the real reason I do it alright you bastard, now let me
go. Give me my panties and let me go," she screamed.
"Quiet now Miss, we don't want the whole school knowing
now do we. Where were we, oh yes you were telling me
how you masturbate, better yet Jessie, lie down and
show me girl."
"You are fucking kidding ri..."
"No I am fucking not you arrogant bitch, now get down
there and show me."
Subdued Jessica Warren slowly fell to her knees and lay
back on the grass. Her skirt remained hitched up around
her hips and her quim was open for me to clearly see.
Her left hand went between her legs and started rubbing
her vulva quickly, way too quickly to be real.
"Miss, do it properly or else. Now open up your legs
and do it like you're in your bed and I'm not here."
I watched mesmerized as this teenage schoolgirl's legs
flopped open and her index finger found the fold of
flesh between her legs. This was real now, slowly she
began to juice up as her finger slipped deeper and
deeper within herself. She started moaning now and her
breathing was quickening. Fuck I wish I had a camera
for this I thought. She had two fingers in now and her
rhythm was quickening again. At last a final gasp and,
"Aaaaaarghhhh... aarrgh... Oh... my god!"
"That looked good from here Miss," I whispered bringing
her out of her orgasmic reverie. "Stay there now,
there's just one more thing I want to know before we
can part company for the evening."
"What."
"Do you ever push your fingers in your asshole Jessie."
"No... no... oh God... no that's disgusting,"
"No it isn't Miss, you should try it, it feels good if
you get the right spot. Try it now for me."
"No. I won't!"
"Oh yes you will Miss, now do it."
Jessica's left hand moved round the base of her ass and
began to slip between her buttocks. I could see it
moving but not really going anywhere.
"What's the matter Miss?"
"It won't go in."
"Lube it up with some of my cum that's on your blouse."
Her right hand went to her blouse and smeared a lump of
cum onto her thumb. She passed this back down between
her legs and into her crack. Her left hand finger went
back to work but she still didn't seem to get it.
"What's up now Miss?"
"I-I... can't do it Mr. Mathers. It's disgusting, I'm
full down there and I can feel it in me."
"Well push it out girl then," I stated. "Push it out on
the grass and make some room.
"W-what? I don't understand."
"I want to see you take a shit and make some room for
your fingers."
"Her mind was fucked now, she didn't now why she was
obeying but she did. Her hands went either side of her
ass and pulled her buttocks apart. Beneath her smooth
vulva and labia I watched as her starfish began to open
as she took the strain.
"Good girl Jessie, keep going that's good I can see it
coming now."
She was right about being full. Suddenly as the girth
of her shit passed through her sphincter a mass of
light brown shit plopped to the ground and a wave of
odor hit my nostrils.
"Now you're ready Miss, slip your finger back in there
and feel how good it is, go on now, don't be scared."
Jessica must have felt obliged now to follow the
directions. Her hand fell back between her buttocks and
her index finger slipped slowly up her rectum. She
began to slide it in and out slowly at first but then
to my amazement faster and faster. She was getting off
on this I thought amazed.
Soon a second finger joined the first as the teenager
approached her second orgasm in ten minutes. I watched
astounded as her lithe young body bucked on the grass
as the waves of pleasure flooded through her soul. Once
still, she slipped her brown fingers out of her hole
and lay there expectantly.
"Well done, Miss," I whispered. It seemed to bring her
around suddenly to the position she found herself in.
Quickly she stumbled to her feet.
"C-ca-can I go now Mr. Mathers, please," she stammered.
"I want to go back to school now and forget this ever
happened. You won't tell no sir, will you, please..."
"No Jessica I won't, you've been a good girl and done
what I asked of you. Now get back to class and I'll see
you around. Be good though, young lady. I don't want to
catch you blowing guys from the town again you hear.
It's our job to look after you young girls you know...
"
"May I have... have my panties back please, Mr. Mr.
Mathers?"
"No... no I don't think so Jessie. I think you should
spend the rest of today bare beneath your skirt to
think about what you've done. Don't go sneaking to your
friends now for a spare pair of panties 'cause they're
bound to ask what happened to this morning's pair
aren't they. Off you go Miss Jessica Warren."
Chapter Four - Dilated To Meet Katie
Probably the weirdest experience that term at school
came late one Saturday night at the end of an exit
weekend. All the girls go home during an exit and it is
usually a chance for the staff to relax and for me to
catch up on a few odd jobs. That Saturday found me
fixing a few things in the school Sanatorium.
I was just washing up having finished all the jobs when
I heard a quiet knock at the San door. I wandered over,
undid the latch and pulled the door back. A young girl
stood there I didn't recognize. She looked around 16,
like one of the girls from Year 15 in the school, but I
was sure I didn't recognize her.
"Hi there miss," I started, "can I help you?"
"Well yes, I... I hope so Doctor," she stammered,
shifting nervously on her feet.
Doctor I thought... never mind, roll with it.
"Come in then miss."
She stepped into the light and it two things were
quickly apparent. Firstly she was in some form of pain,
it wasn't nervousness, it was pain or severe
discomfort, and secondly she was a stunner. If she was
one of the girls from the school, I'd missed her.
"So miss, how can I help," I began, "I don't recognize
you, you're not from the school are you?"
"No... no Doctor, I'm not," she whispered.
"Well, where are you from then miss and how can I help
you? What's your name first, that's always a good place
to start isn't it," I said calmly.
"Kate. Kate... Katie Medway. I'm new to the school
starting on Monday. I've arrived too early though...
and... and... had a little accident."
"Oh well Katie, I'll help if I can. What sort of
accident, you do look a little flustered and
uncomfortable."
"Well, Doctor, I was... um... this is so
embarrassing..."
"Don't worry Katie, just tell me straight, I'm a
Doctor, there's not much I haven't seen and can't help
with."
"Well, see I was upstairs in the dorm they've allocated
me and I... I was lonely and bored and I sort of got to
thinking about guys and things... and... um... got
carried away with a toy kinda thing and it's... um...
oh God! It's stuck inside me. And it hurts Doctor and I
can't get it out... I'm scared!"
Tears welled up in her eyes as she released the pent up
worry. She really was a beautiful young girl. Dressed
in a tight T-shirt top with a long, billowy floral
patterned skirt. Home wear for so many of Ottakers
privileged young ladies.
"Well Katie, I'm not sure I quite understand," I
started honestly. "You said it's stuck inside you. What
is dear?"
"Oh Doctor, my vibrator all right! I was wanking off
with my vibrator 'cause I was bored and there was no-
one else about and it's stuck in me. I need some help,
please, please help me!"
"OK Katie, calm down dear, of course I can help you.
Why don't you pop behind that screen over there, slip
off your panties and we'll take a look, eh?"
This was a cracker, what a situation to be in, my
sexual fairy godmother was shining down once again. I
knew I had to be careful to not arouse her suspicions,
or go too far with this.
"Just my... my panties," Katie whispered, poking her
head around the side of the screen.
"Yes dear, slip them off and come and hop up on the
bench."
She soon appeared from behind the screen and hesitantly
hopped up on the bench with a wince.
"OK Katie, now please don't worry or be embarrassed.
The important thing is we fix you up OK?"
"Y-yes."
"Good. Now scoot up the bench and lie back. Good girl,
OK just bring your knees up for me and pull up your
skirt a little. Perfect, thank you. Good, now just flop
your knees open and relax for me Katie. Good girl."
I pushed her skirt up over her knees still further
until strong light fell on her waist and thighs. Katie
Medway was a stunner everywhere. Her prominent pudenda
was cloaked in wispy blonde pubes that had definitely
been shaved beneath her clitoris. There was going to be
no problem seeing the affected area!
"Ok Katie, now I'm just going to slip on some gloves
and start to look around a little. Don't worry,
everything looks fine from here, we'll have you right
as rain in no time. It may be a little cold at first so
try not to jump dear."
I squeezed a little lube on my right hand fingers and
gently swept it over Katie's labia. She flinched
slightly but said nothing. She remained staring off
blankly at the wall, stupefied in embarrassment no
doubt. Slowly my finger began to part her labia and
slip within. To my surprise I felt nothing, nothing
unusual that is... ..
"No... no... Doctor," she started.
"It's OK Katie, I need to..."
"No Doc, you don't understand!" she was sobbing again
now. "It's not in my... my... vagina. It's stuck up...
up my other... my other... my bottom."
This was getting better and better, and weirder and
weirder.
"Oh. Oh... right I see," I paused unsure what to do
now. I guessed this could actually be quite serious.
Poor little girl I thought. One minute frigging herself
in the ass and next minute it's sucked up inside her
and gone!
"Right. OK. Don't worry Katie. Sit up for me and flick
over onto your front, kneeling. Good girl, that's it.
OK now bunch up your skirt for me and lean forward.
That's it Katie, good girl. Now just push your bottom
up in the air for me, that's it, great, and prop your
legs open a little... great, perfect."
Her ring was red and looked sore. It was as bare of
hair as her labia; I guessed it wasn't shaving foam she
used but some cream of some sort.
"Have you been trying to get this out Katie, it looks
sore?" I enquired, trying to sound like a professional
Doctor not a leaching maintenance man.
"Yes, Doctor. Yes I have, of course I have."
"OK well I'm going to have to take a peek inside so I'm
going to use a speculum Katie to open up your
sphincter. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Doctor, please just do whatever you need to do...
just get it out of me... please."
I opened up some drawers nearby and luckily came across
exactly what I was looking for; I'd worked as a
hospital orderly many years ago so kinda knew my way
around a medical room. I tried to spread my hands
around the cold metal of the speculum to warm it up as
I spread some lube over the arms.
"OK Katie, now just relax for me and try to think of
something else for a while. I'll keep telling you what
I'm doing so you know and if at any time you feel
uncomfortable or in pain please say and I'll stop. OK?"
"Y-yes... yeah," she sobbed.
"Right. I'm just putting a dash of lubricant on you
which will help the speculum go in easier. Now I'm
inserting the tips of the speculum... good... good girl
Katie, they're in. Now this may start to smart a
little, I'm going to open up the speculum. OK?"
"Yes," came the meek reply.
I squeezed my palms together and watched as the
stainless steel arms of the speculum opened up. Katie
Medway's sphincter opened up with the arms and I
started to be able to see into the problem ar..."
"Oh, shit... no... oooowwww!! Fuck, Doctor that's
hurts... no... stop... stop... please... stop!!"
I quickly closed the speculum and slipped it from
Katie's anus.
"Too painful Katie?" I enquired needlessly.
"Yes. Way too much..." she whispered, sobbing
uncontrollably into the pillow now.
OK, no problem dear. I'll give you a little something
to kill the pain. Don't worry; we'll sort you out good
as gold. Bear with me a little longer and please don't
worry, it'll be alright."
I started opening up some drawers and cabinets until I
saw what I needed. It was a strong anesthetic but if I
only used a little should be fine.
"Katie. I'm going to give you a shot that will kill the
pain but may hurt a little to start with. Is that OK?
Are you happy for me to do that?"
"Yes. Just do it and get on with it, please."
I drew an amount of fluid into the syringe and brought
the needle up to the edge of her sphincter. I knew it
needed to get into the muscle to do it's job so pushed
in more than a few millimeters and squeezed a measure
of the anesthetic into the teenagers body. Katie
flinched hard but settled, seemingly willing to endure
anything now to get herself out of this predicament. I
popped some more shots at 12, 3 and 6 o'clock around
her ring and waited.
"Are you OK Katie?" I enquired hoping I still sounded
professional enough to this naïve 16-year-old teenager.
"Ye... yeah Doctor. Is it over yet? Plea.." she
whimpered.
"It will be soon my dear. We'll fix you up right as
rain as I said."
It's a little known fact about the sphincter. It's the
only muscle in the body that has a instinctually
energized state. The anesthetic I'd injected into
Katie's ring started to work and, as if by magic, her
sphincter relaxed and opened up. You may have seen this
in hardcore porn flicks when guys ream out young
starlets in the ass. It's not natural for an anus to
dilate like that; it's done with drugs.
I moved closer and looked into the teenager's asshole.
I could clearly see the pink plastic end of what I
assumed was her vibrator.
"Katie, I can see it now. I'm going to slip some
tweezers type things into you, grasp it and pull it
out, OK?"
"Yeah."
"OK. Try to stay as still as you can. Push your bottom
towards me a little further please. Great, thank you.
Pop your legs open a little more Katie... a little more
please."
"I can't Doc, I'll fall off the... off the... tab..."
"OK... OK... don't worry. Katie, can you bring your
hands around behind you and part your buttocks for me.
Try for me please. That's it, good girl. Pull a little
harder... a little more... perfect. OK, now stay a
still as you can."
Perhaps now is a good time in this chapter to just
reflect on the position I found myself in here. Me, a
34-year-old maintenance man at an all girls, posh
English public school, in the Sanatorium with a teenage
new girl. She's up on the couch, her face buried in the
pillow, her bare ass pointing at the ceiling, her
floral skirt bunched up around her waist. And she's
crying. They'll hang me if they find me I thought...
not for the first time this term mind you!!
"Right Katie, here we go, are you ready?"
"Yes Doctor."
"OK. I'm slipping the calipers into you now; you can
probably feel they're a little cold right. I'm just
going to have to open you up a little more to get
them... around... around the... the tip... the tip of
it... and... and there we go... hold still Katie...
hold still. I've got it and am pulling it out now dear,
here it comes, nice and easy... stay still... good...
good girl... and... there we go!"
The teenager's pink, plastic vibrator slurped from her
raw hole with a plop. I dropped it into the kidney dish
on the adjacent tabletop and looked back to Katie. Her
anaesthetized sphincter still gaped open in the breeze.
"Stay still Katie a few seconds more, let me just check
we're all OK down here now."
I moved closer and looked deep into the schoolgirl's
gaping rectum. It certainly smelt, but in a way that
continued to keep my cock rock. I could clearly see
back, deep inside her passage. The glistening walls of
her rectum eventually belying the presence of her shit;
a dark brown circle hidden in the shadows.
"Good girl Katie, we're sorted. You can hop off the
couch now. Be careful, you'll feel a little weird below
for a while."
I watched as she slowly dragged herself back to
humanity and hopped off the couch. Her billowy skirt
fell around her calves as it had been designed to do
all along. I knew I needed to continue the Doctor-
Patient routine if I was to convince this girl.
"OK Katie, take a seat over here by my desk please.
Just a few questions for your records."
She slid over to the proffered chair and gently lowered
herself into the seat.
"This could have been serious Katie, you know that
don't you?"
"Yes. Yes I do Doctor," she replied, starting to come
back to life a little now.
"You really could have hurt yourself sticking things
like that in yourself. You know that's a vaginal
vibrator Katie, don't you. It's not designed for anal
stimulation."
"Yes... no... I-I... don't know Doctor... it just feels
good."
"How long have you been using sex toys Katie," I
enquired, hoping I was maintaining my professional air.
"Oh, a while I guess," she whispered. "Well, actually,
probably more than a while. Four or five years I
guess."
"So, you're..."
"Sixteen Doctor, just," she interrupted.
"Well Katie, you need to be careful. You're a growing
woman. Using things like this is all well and good
provided you're careful. Do you have a sex life? Do you
have a boyfriend?"
"I did, until a while ago," she replied hesitantly.
"Well, OK. I guess it's been more than enough tonight
Katie. If you need to talk or anything I'm always
around the school (!). Do you feel well enough to go
back to your dormitory now?"
"Ye... yes Doctor. Thank you so much... so much. You
won't... t-tell anybody about..."
"Katie, ssshhh! It's Doctor-Patient privilege," I lied.
Nobody will know.
"Thank you," she said, getting gingerly to her feet.
I followed her to the door of the Sanitarium and opened
it for her.
"Thank you again," she whispered and stepped out into
the night.
A few minutes passed before I was locking up to leave
and go back to my quarters; I starting to think about
evidence of my abusive, (but let's face it necessary to
help the girl), behavior and I suddenly thought about
Katie's panties. She'd slipped them off behind the
screen but I hadn't seen them since.
I hopped back into the San and peeked behind the
screen. Lying there forlornly on the linoleum floor was
a pair of white cotton girl's panties.
I picked them up and stuffed them into my pocket.
Another pair for the collection I thought as I locked
up and wandered off across the campus!
Chapter Five - Megan's Mistake
It was the night of the lower school dance. Always
difficult to staff effectively it was all hands to the
pumps and I'd been asked to attend as a member of staff
to 'police' the event and ensure the girls didn't get
up to anything they shouldn't, or, to that end that
nothing got up them that shouldn't!
The dance was in full swing and I'd slipped out the
back of the sports hall for a crafty cigarette. As I
lit up it started to drizzle so I wandered slowly over
to the old art school buildings for a little shelter.
It was good to get out of all the noise from the dance
and I quietly opened the door at the back of the school
and slipped inside.
I was on the point of stubbing out my cigarette when I
swore I heard a voice from the studio behind me. I
walked out onto the studio gallery balcony and looked
around the room. Down below me, lit by the light from
the street lamp outside was Megan Goodens.
Megan was in Year 10, around 14 years old and a right
stuck up spoilt bitch of a girl. But she was a looker
alright, one of the prettiest girls in the school,
Megan always looked well groomed with her short blond
bob sitting atop a face featuring crystal clear green-
gray eyes. I'd always noticed Miss Goodens but never
really seen her if that makes sense. It looked like I
might see more of her now if I played my cards right.
She was with a kid I didn't recognize, probably from
the town if I knew Goodens. With her "I can do whatever
I want" attitude the mere fact that meeting up with
boys from the town was strictly against school rules
wouldn't have stopped her, but, from what was now being
said she didn't seem to know him too well...
"What did you say your name was sweetie?" said the boy.
"M-Megan," she replied sounding drunk. "I've told you
that... already silly."
"Well Megan, why don't we see what you've got under
that pretty little ball gown," the boy leered.
"Well, I'm not real sure... I mean..."
"Go on Megan, you told me you would if I came all the
way up here... you told me you would show me... you
wouldn't want me to not like you any more would you?"
"No way Stevo-rov-o," she jested with him. "You're
gonna have to wait for that!"
"Well what will you do for me little Miss Perfect
then?" the boy asked, sensing the drunk teenager might
do something she shouldn't.
"Well, I'll... I'll blow you off if you want," Megan
giggled.
There was no way this young girl knew what she has just
offered I thought, catching my breath. No fucking way.
I watched as things began to pan out in front of me.
Should I stop the guy taking advantage of the drunk
schoolgirl that was my job after all. But then again.
"Sure thing babe," the guy replied immediately. "Sounds
good to me, I surprised you've done it before though."
"Oh God yes sirreee, of course I have," she slurred.
I watched as Megan dropped to her knees in front of the
boy. Her hands trembling she slowly unzipped the boy's
trousers and began fumbling inside the front of his
pants.
"Here Megan, let me help," the boy said. With that he
unclipped his belt, undid the top of his trousers and
slipped them to his ankles. A fair size, semi-erect
penis jumped out into Megan's face and she started with
a giggle.
"OK, Steve-o, I lied," she stammered. "I've never done
this before, you'll have to tell me what to do, what
you like... whatever." Her head slumped before catching
up again with a start. Megan Goodens looked like the
booze was really getting to her now, she looked like
she needed to sleep fast.
"Well, Megan, its easy," the boy began. Just cup my
balls with your left hand, put your right hand around
the base of it and slip it in your mouth.
I watched in stunned silence as the 14 year-old grabbed
Steve's now erect cock, looked up at him with glazed
eyes and slipped her lips around his bulbous head.
"Move it in and out Megan and suck a little," he moaned
starting to thrust his hips.
She groaned as the cock began to pulse in and out of
her mouth. It looked like she was struggling to breath
and was staggering around. It didn't however look like
Steve was gonna take to long.
"Oh... oooooaaahhhh, fuck, Megan, yes girl... go
girl... yes... oh my god!"
As he came he pulled himself from the teenagers mouth
and pointed his engorged cock at her innocent face. It
twitched once and began ejecting stream after stream of
hot, white, sperm over Megan Goodens' face and hair.
She looked stunned, or scared, or in a drunken comatose
state, it was hard to tell.
"Oh, fuck Steve-o. Fuck, you didn't tell me that would
happen. You bastard. It stinks and it's... oh, my
God... it's all over my hair and... my... face... oh
God, my fucking dress... you bastard."
Steve-O looked done. He pulled his trousers up around
his waist and began fastening the belt.
"Thank you little girl, that was just great. Perhaps we
can get together again sometime and blow a few more!"
He turned and began walking away leaving Megan kneeling
on the floor, her face and blonde bob covered in smelly
cum, some of it dripping off her chin and nose onto her
burgundy ball gown. I heard her begin to cry.
"Fuck, what am I gonna do," she whispered.
I watched as she struggled to her feet and began
looking around the room, I guessed for something to
wipe herself clean with. Finding nothing and getting
herself in a real state by now she paused and hitched
her ball gown up over her hips. She quickly pulled off
a pair of cotton white panties and, folding them up
into a suitable shape, began dabbing and cleaning the
boy's cum from her face, hair and dress. Once she'd
done all that, she hid the panties behind a drawing
board and jogged from the room.
I waited a few minutes and then wandered down to the
lower floor. Pulling the drawing board out I gently
picked up the sodden cotton panties. They'd do
perfectly I thought, a grin seeping across my face.
Chapter Six - Megan's Second Mistake
"Ah, Miss Goodens, may I see you for a moment," I
enquired as she brushed past me with her friends,
waiting to queue up for lunch. It was the day after the
dance and little Miss Goodens was acting her usual
stuck-up bitch role in front of her classmates.
"What? What do you want with me Mr. Mathers?" she
retorted, a little too glibly for my liking.
"With me Mr. Mathers, Sir, Miss Goodens, if you don't
mind," I stated bluntly.
"Sorry, Mr. Mathers... Sir," she replied, just.
"I have something of yours which I know you'll want
back Miss Goodens. Come to my house this evening after
prep and collect it. You know where I live do you?"
"Y-yes sir. I know," she said looking a little
quizzical.
I watched as she caught up with her friends and started
telling them what I'd said. They giggled and looked
back at me, trying to be subtle and succeeding in being
the complete opposite. Goodens was a horny little bitch
though I thought. I couldn't wait until tonight.
A quiet knock at the door around a quarter to nine
heralded the arrival of Goodens. I checked the
equipment and wandered through to the front door.
"Ah Miss Goodens, come in," I said, amazed as always at
the trust engendered by being a teacher.
The 14 year old entered my house and I closed the door
behind us. I quietly turned the key in the latch and
popped the key in my pocket. There was no point in
delaying the point of her visit I thought.
"Come on through Miss," I offered. "through to the
sitting room. It shouldn't take long, I'll just go and
get your things."
"What things Mr. Mathers... ..sir?" she innocently
enquired.
I returned to the room and looked her straight in the
eyes.
"These are yours I believe," I stated flatly as I
dropped the now, slightly crusty pair of panties on the
coffee table between us.
She started and didn't really know what to say at
first.
"N-n-n-no they're not. I've never seen them before
sir."
"Megan, they've got your name sewn into them."
"Well... w-well, someone must have borrowed them from
the laundry, the laundry room sir. They're not mine,"
she quivered.
"Megan, I saw you last night," I calmly stated.
"W-what! What do you mean? You saw me?"
"I saw you in the art school. With the boy from the
town. I know these panties are yours. I saw you put
them behind the drawing board in the studio."
Megan Goodens knew she'd be got and stood silent for a
few seconds, her lip quivering with a mixture of shock
and embarrassment.
"I-I don't know what to say Sir," she eventually
offered.
"Neither do I Miss Goodens," I said firmly. "A young
girl of Lady Ottakers indulging in that kind of
behavior is unacceptable. You can be expelled for that
tomorrow you know."
"Oh no please... sir. Can't we just forget it? My dad
will go mental if he knows I'm in trouble. Please!?"
"You won't be expelled Megan, but we must ensure you
don't forget this embarrassing incident. We must make
sure you don't repeat events like this. I know you have
a reputation amongst the other girls of a brash, bitchy
young lady but you're only 14 for God's sake. Act your
age girl. Now come with me," I stated.
I led the teenager through the kitchen into the
backroom where the equipment was already set up. A
camera on a tripod, with remote control, linked through
to a monitor, and pointing at a small single bed set
back against the black wall.
"What the fuck..." she started.
"Shut it Megan," I shouted. "You are going to do what I
ask for the next hour or so or every one in this school
and back home with your family and friends will know
just what a slut they have in Megan Goodens. Now go and
stand over there by the side of the bed."
She slunk over there as I switched on an OHP positioned
behind the camera. On it I'd prepared a script for the
teenager to read out and enact.
"Read from the script Megan and do what it says. I want
you to look at the camera as you read, and I want you
to be sorry for what you did last night."
"You are fucking kidding," she whispered.
"No Megan. No, I'm not. Do you want me to tell or do
you want to be a little uncomfortable for an hour and
it's all forgotten. You wanted it to be forgotten
didn't you Megan?"
I sat down on the chair beside the camera monitor and
folded my arms. I looked directly at the 14 year old
schoolgirl standing before me in her pretty, prim
school uniform. This was going to be something else.
"Oh OK. I'll do your fucking sick..."
"Megan. Do not swear like that. You're a 14 year old
schoolgirl, not some streetwise hooker. You'd do well
to remember that in future. Now start reading. Look
into the camera and do what the script says."
She started as I started the camera. The monitor
blinked into life and the picture of a scared
teenager's face appeared on the screen.
"H-hello. My name is Ra... Megan Goodens. I'm fourteen
and I'm a schoolgirl at Lady Ottakers in England. I was
caught last night doing something I shouldn't have done
and now I'm going to have to admit it to you on camera.
I was giving a guy a b... this is sick, I can't do
this... a blowjob. I didn't really know what I was
doing even though I'd told him I did. I didn't realize
he'd cum quite so much. I didn't realize it would go in
my hair and in my eyes and in my mouth and on my dress.
I shouldn't have done it. But I can't help it if I'm a
good looking young girl can I? Just 'cause I'm only
fourteen years old doesn't mean I can't look like a
woman does it? It doesn't mean men can't lust after me,
does it? It doesn't mean men don't want to."
"Keep going Megan, you're doing very well," I
encouraged.
"It doesn't mean men don't want to... fuck me, does it?
Let me show you what a 14 year-old schoolgirl looks
like and you make your own minds up."
At this point the script stopped being dialogue and
started being direction. Basically it asked her to
start removing her clothes. I watched as she paused,
unsure what to do next.
"Take off your jacket Megan," I directed. She slipped
the blue coat from her shoulders and dropped it to the
floor.
"Good girl, now your blouse,"
She hesitated before bringing her small hands up to the
buttons and starting to unclip them one by one until
the flimsy material fell open.
"Take it off Megan," I demanded. The teenager did as
she was told and then stood still in front of me,
shaking and starting to sob. Just what I was hoping
for. "Now your panties Megan."
"I c-can't... sir," she sobbed.
"Yes you can Megan. You're doing very well, keep going
girl and this will soon be over and we can move on."
"No sir... I can't take... take my pant-panties off.
I'm not... wearing any." She was crying now.
"Show me Megan. Pull your skirt up and show me."
Her hands fell to her side and clasped the hem of the
grey pleated skirt. Shaking she drew the material up
above her hips, exposing herself to me and the camera.
What greeted me was astounding. A virgin pudenda,
cloaked in wispy blonde hair, a full set of labia
clearly visible and very forward.
"Well why haven't you any panties on young lady," I
demanded. You know it's the rules of the school that
all girls should be attired with full school uniform
and panties are part of the uniform as far as I can
recall are they not?"
"Yes sir. Well I was out with..."
"Another boy from the town Megan?
"Y-yes sir."
"And he's got your panties has he?"
"Yes."
"Do you masturbate Megan?" I asked calmly changing the
subject having unsettled her sufficiently.
"Y-yes... sometimes," came the meek reply.
"Well I want you to lie down on the bed over there and
masturbate for me now."
Resigned to her humiliation the schoolgirl sat on the
bed, swung around and lay there.
"Pull your skirt up Megan and let your knees flop open.
I want you to wank as if I'm not here and to tell me
what you're thinking about as you do it."
Her skinny legs flopped open, exposing her labia in its
entirety now. Beneath her slit I could see the start of
her rectum. All clean and virginal, so far. I watched
as her right hand moved between her legs.
Her index and second finger parted the folds of her
labia gently and started rubbing her clitoris. She
certainly seemed to know what to do.
"Don't forget to tell me what you're thinking about now
Megan."
"Oh. Yes. Well I'm on the beach with Emma... with Emma
Thurston my school girlfriend and we're away from our
parents... and I'm looking at Emma... in her little
bikini... and I'm getting hot. I'm feeling strange and
want to touch her... and Emma's looking at me... and
she reached out and touches my boobs... caressing my
cleavage... and my pussy.
"M-my pussy's getting damp... and Emma slips off her
bikini top and I can... I can see her little, flat
chest... and she rubs her-herself... and she slips off
her bottoms and shows me her... her bare pussy... with
no hair... just a little slit... and she... Oh fuck!
She pulls my bikini bottoms down... and kneels...
FUCK!! kneels in front of me... and... and starts to
lick... me down there... OH GOD! FUCK!! her fingers are
inside me... and my pussy's dripping wet! Her fingers
are... OHH! OHH!!"
I watched as the schoolgirl's fingers flashed in and
out of her dripping hole. She came hard, once, twice
and then a third time. All on film, in close-up. Coming
to, Megan quickly recalled where she was and sat up
pulling her grey skirt back over her bare hips.
"Good girl Megan," I purred. "You looked lovely cumming
so hard for the camera. Do you always cum so hard
Megan?"
"Megan?"
"I... I'm not sure what you mean... Sir," she
whispered.
"Speak up now girl."
"I-I don't... understand Sir."
"When you orgasmed girl, is it always that out of
control?"
"That's the first time it's happened Sir. Normally I...
I... just get a little wet and it feels good inside...
"
"Good girl Megan. OK. Right well that was good but for
the next scene I want to just do something quickly.
Stay here a second."
I quickly popped out to the bathroom and got some
shaving foam and a new razor blade. She was only just
started to get pubes but I preferred it as bald and
smooth as a cheek.
"Now Megan dear I want you to lie back on the bed and
put your hands behind your head. Don't worry now, just
do as I ask and we'll forget I ever saw you giving the
town lad a blowjob and you can forget about what goes
on here tonight, OK. Deal?"
"Yes... yes Sir, OK."
She drew her legs up and swung round onto the bed.
Lying flat out the teenage schoolgirl got my loins
pumping again. She still had her teenie training bra on
covering little bumps that were hardly visible now
gravity was pressing them back into her frame. I drew
up a chair beside the bed.
"Put your hands behind your head Megan, that it, good
girl. Now I'm just going to tidy you up down here a
little bit, OK."
I gently pulled her skirt up and laid it flat on her
belly. Her virgin mound was close to me now and I could
smell the results of her earlier orgasm.
"Good girl Megan, now just shimmy down the bed a little
and open up your legs for me. That's it good."
I quickly sprayed some of the cold foam onto the top of
her pudenda. She shuddered and started to sob a little.
I brought my right hand between her legs and started to
spread the foam out over her pudenda and down over her
labia. Without wasting more time I started shaving the
teenager's pussy. It was done quickly as the hair was
young and soft and I was experienced in shaving... my
face not schoolgirls' cunts! I toweled off the excess
foam and admired the clean bald pussy.
"Do you like it Megan," I enquired innocently.
"Whatever..."
"Whatever Sir!"
Whatever... sir!"
"Good. Now we better see about your top half hadn't we?
Stand up for me Megan. Thank you. Now look at the
camera, remove your little bra and throw it over to
me."
The teen was in shock now and really didn't know what
was going on. I watched with a gawking sensation in my
cock as the young girl reached around and slipped her
bra off. She stood there staring blankly into the
camera; her small breasts clear to see. Good tight,
perky nipples pointing slightly up from the start of
her mounds.
"Those are great tits Megan," I exclaimed. "Do you like
them? Are they big enough for you? Are your friends
bigger?"
"Yes... they're OK I guess."
"I think they're lovely Megan. You are a beautiful
little girl. Now just one more thing and we're all done
her for tonight. I'd like you to get back up onto the
bed on your hands and knees facing that corner over
there. That's it, good girl Megan."
I checked the camera lens was going to cover this and
walked purposefully over to the side of the bed. This
would shut Megan Goodens up for a few years; take that
bitchiness out of her. I hitched her skirt up over her
hips and looked down upon the teenager's ass. They're
so goddamn tight at this age I thought to myself.
"Megan, I want you to push your bottom this way a
little and open out your knees."
"Are you... are you going to... r-r-rape me Sir?" she
sobbed.
"Good god no Megan. You don't deserve that do you?"
"N-no."
"I'm going to show you how you can enjoy yourself
without doing the thing... you know, without losing
your virginity. You'll stay intact Megan, for your
first boyfriend. But you'll also know about other
things that men enjoy. Things that I'm sure your
friends don't know. Would you like to know, Megan?"
"W-will it hurt Sir? You won't r-rape me or f-fuck me
will you?"
"Just relax Megan and you'll do fine. Enjoy it. Now
push you bottom out and up, good girl."
The schoolgirl's asshole looked so small against my
engorged cock that was now resting in my right hand. I
spat on my left hand finger and gently passed them
between Megan's legs, grazing them over her clitoris,
labia and up to her sphincter. This was going to hurt
the poor girl but I had to have her and I couldn't fuck
her cunt. That would get me strung up if ever I was
found out.
"Relax now Megan," I repeated. "Just let this happen."
I placed the tip of my cock against her ring and felt
her twitch away. Grabbing both her hips I started to
push against her hole willing it to open up and admit
me.
"Oh god. No! NO!!" she screamed.
"Megan, just pretend you need to go for a poo. Push out
for me and it'll be over before you know, just let it
happen sweetie." I thrust hard and impatiently into the
young girl and felt her cry out with pain, anguish,
humiliation and fear. Just what I'd wanted.
With the head of my engorged cock within the sphincter
of the teenager I started to thrust in and out of her.
She was so fuckin' tight though I quickly realized I
was going to cum far quicker than I wanted to, never
mind...
"Megan," I started. "Megan, listen to me, can you hear
me?" I continued as I thrust in and out of her.
"Y-y-yes."
"When I say I want you to whip around and face me, OK.
Do you understand?"
"Y-yes," she whimpered.
Megan... now Megan!" I commanded pulling out of her
backside.
The distraught teen turned to face me as I stepped back
a little from the bed. I looked down at my engorged,
twitching cock. The smell started to hit me before I
realized the brown flecks on its tip were shit from
within Megan's rectum.
"Look up at me Megan," I whispered.
She turned her tear stained eyes up towards me,
pleading with my conscience. I had no conscience that
evening and brought my shit stained cockhead down
towards her pert lips.
"Lick it clean Megan," I ordered.
In an apparent catatonic state by now the teenage
schoolgirl opened her pretty little mouth and took my
shitty cock between her lips. I could feel her tongue
running around my member, cleaning the shit off it. The
feeling was intense and too much. My cock twitched hard
and offloaded the first spurt of cum into her mouth. I
pulled out and twitched again and again spraying
Megan's hair, eyes, nose and mouth with white, hot
semen.
"Megan, that was beautiful absolutely fucking
beautiful. You really are something else. I suggest you
go into the bathroom over there, clean yourself up and
get on back to house for prep. OK?"
"Yes," she whispered oh so quietly.
"Yes what Ms Goodens," I replied quickly.
"Y-yes Sir," she responded.
I watched as the cum-soaked schoolgirl gathered herself
off my bed and slipped into the bathroom. I heard the
sound of running water and then a few minutes later a
slightly better looking Megan Goodens appeared.
"S-sir, may I have my... my, umm... bra please?"
"Now Goodens, I think I'll hold onto that in both our
interests. So I can remember tonight and so that you
can remember what I know about you and our rule
breaking townsfolk. Be careful Goodens. Get along now."
I heard the door latch click and she was gone.
Chapter Seven - Jules Learns To Shave
I'd been doing some maintenance work in the San again
all morning. It looked like something was up as there'd
been a constant stream of girls queuing to see the
Doctor, staying no more than 5 – 10 minutes and
leaving. Eventually I cottoned on that the curse of
public schools had struck, hair lice.
Around lunchtime the stream of girls tailed off and the
Doctor left for a well-earned break. I sauntered into
the surgery looking for a power point for my drill.
Fairly soon I heard a tentative knock at the door.
"Come in," I muttered.
The door swung open slowly and in walked a girl I
didn't recognize. She was a cutie all right though,
looked about Year 11 or 12, maybe fifteen or sixteen
years old. Shoulder length mousy hair, quite spiky, a
thin face with bright green eyes sitting atop a body to
die for. How had I missed this one I thought.
"Hello dear, can I help?" I enquired innocently.
"Yes... yes Doctor. I'm sorry I'm late. I'm new and
didn't know we were all supposed to report here for the
nit... I mean hair lice check.
Well opportunities like this can't be passed up I
thought... .
"Come in then and sit over there please. What's your
name?"
"Jules, Doctor. Jules Boland."
"OK then Jules, let's take a look. Just lean back a
little and look up at the ceiling for me... that's
it... good girl... oh, yes... there's some of the
little blighters."
Looking around the surgery I quickly saw the sink with
the nit shampoo bottle aside it.
"Scoot over there for me Jules and stick your head over
the sink." I washed her hair in the foul smelling
stuff, rinsed it off and passed her a towel. Here we go
I thought.
"If there in there Jules, we need to check under your
arms and between your legs as well please."
"W-what!?" she exclaimed.
"Don't worry, just nip behind the screen, slip off your
blouse and knickers, come back out and hop up on the
couch." When you stated it so matter-of-factly these
girls were so well mannered they just followed your
instructions like fuckin' robots.
I waited a few minutes before the unsure teenager
reappeared; still in her regulation black shoes, white
ankle socks, grey pleated skirt (just above the knee)
however now minus her white blouse and I hoped her
panties.
With her hands clasped protectively across her chest,
Jules Boland slid hesitantly over to where I stood.
"Good girl Jules, now just reach up with both arms and
let's have a look."
"I shave them Doctor," she interrupted.
"Oh, good. I see. Well then we've nothing to worry
about there then. Over on the couch for me then and
we'll just take a quick look down below."
She hopped up on the couch, swung her pretty teen legs
up and lay back, so unsure, so very unsure.
"Good. Now just bring your knees up Jules and flop your
knees apart. Don't worry, it won't take a second." I
watched captivated as always as the 15-year-old's knees
rose and fell away. My eyes fell between her legs and I
started. The hairiest pussy I think I'd ever seen on a
teenage girl greeted me. I feigned an inspection,
already sure of what I was going to do.
"OK then Jules, they've got down here I'm afraid.
Rather than use the shampoo which can be unreliable I
suggest we shave your pubis then we're sure they've
gone."
"You're kidding me Doc," she exclaimed.
"No Jules. Trust me, this is the best way. Now would
you like to do it or would you like me to do it? Either
way it has to happen... it's the school rules."
"Well, if I have to I suppose I'll do it," she
muttered.
"Good girl."
I surveyed the surgery and soon saw what she needed.
"I suggest you stand over by the basin Jules. Make sure
you get it all off, even a small patch can be enough to
start it all over again."
I watched from behind the Doctor's desk as the bemused
teenager slipped off her skirt and stood in front of
the sink in just her bra, socks and shoes. My God she
had a hairy cunt, thick black pubes bursting out over
her thighs. What must she look like on the beach in a
bikini I could only imagine. Nice, tight hard body
though, despite a smaller than average pair up top.
Reaching for the electric razor she started to shave
her vulva bare. After a few minutes she stopped and
turned.
"Am I done Doctor?"
"Hop up here Jules and let's take a look now."
She hopped up and flopped open. Bristly up top and
still hairy beneath her slit and down around her anus.
"Just a few more to get Jules. Best if I do it," I
stated grabbing some foam and a hand razor.
"This may be a little cold dear."
I squirted a little foam onto my finger and began to
spread it gently over the teenage schoolgirl's vulva.
Gradually I moved down around her labia, spreading
gently.
"Just scoot down this way a little more for me Jules...
that's it... good girl. I'm just going to open your
bottom up a little..." I parted her buttocks slightly
bringing her anus into view. My finger went back to
spreading the foam beneath her labia and between her
buttocks and around her anus. Once foamed-up I started
to stoke the razor over her, shaving, cleaning and
clearing the foam off her teen flesh. It was only as I
started beneath her labia that I heard it... a distinct
catching of breath.
"Aaaa!!"
She was getting off on this I thought. Holy shit, she
was actually getting off on this abuse. I continued
clearing the foam from her, being particularly careful
around her anus. Once clear I gently started stroking
my finger back up and down her labia.
"Ooohhhh!!"
It was short, and quiet, but definitely the sound of a
schoolgirl becoming aroused. In fact as I looked, her
labia grew and parted. In for a penny I thought and
deliberately brought my index finger to bear on the
teenager's clitoris that was just starting to protrude
from her lips.
"Oh... oh...shit!!" she murmured.
That was a green light to me. I pushed a little harder
around her clit and brought my other hand up beneath to
massage her opening and anus. Soon she was moving with
my hands, moaning and groaning as only young girls can
do, unsure of how loud they should be. I inserted a
thumb in her anus and pushed until it was all the way
in. My index finger still taunted her virginal opening.
I was just about to start sliding into her when...
"Oh... oh... fuck... fucking hell... FUCK ME...
CHRIST... SHIT... MOTHER... FUCKER!!!"
The teenage schoolgirl tensed beneath me as she started
to orgasm. I glanced up at her as her eyes glazed over
with sensation, I looked back at my thumb buried in her
asshole, my other thumb rubbing her clit and my finger
poised over her opening. As I looked I saw something
I'd never seen before.
From the newly shaven pussy of this teenage virgin
schoolgirl shot this stream of fluid. I assumed it was
an ejaculate of some kind and not urine; it didn't
smell of urine. Most of it soaked into my shirt, some
of it fell to the floor.
"Oh... God. Shit. Sorry. Doctor. I'm so sorry. I don't
know what happened."
"Jules don't worry. Please don't worry. I'm a little
shocked I must admit. I didn't expect you to do this to
me... I was only treating you for lice and... well
Jesus... Miss Boland... well... I'm not sure... not
sure quite what to do... here... eh... quite what...
what to do..." I milked it for all it was worth hoping
the naïve teen would pick up on the predicament she
found herself in, blame herself and offer a way out of
her embarrassment.
"Please Doctor... Sir," she murmured looking up at me
with doe eyes filled with fearful insecurity.
"Please... you won't tell... anyone... Sir... Doctor...
will you?"
"Well Jules, that depends," I leered. "You see, you
appear to have enjoyed yourself spraying all over me...
I only think it's fair you let me do the same, don't
you?"
"I'm not sure what."
"Oh come on Jules Boland, a grown girl like you! You
know exactly what I mean. If you wish me to not report
a word of what's gone on here today, with you acting
like some slut not worthy of a place at Lady O then I
suggest you return the favor young lady."
"Doctor, what...what do you... you want me to do... I'm
not sure I-I understand you," she whimpered.
"Well Jules I suggest you pop down off that couch and
get yourself on your knees in front of me. See what
pops up and act accordingly. I'm sure a teen of today
knows what to do. Do it Miss Boland! Now!" I spat.
I watched as the young girl drew herself up off the
couch shaking, let her thin legs onto the floor and
stood briefly before crouching in front of my legs. She
gazed up at me, imploring me, asking me, what to do
next.
"Open my belt Jules, unclip my trousers and pull them
and my pants down."
She'd known what was going to happen all along, I could
tell from the resigned expression in her innocent green
eyes. Her young hands came up around my hips and
quickly pulled my clothes to my ankles. My cock, which
had been at attention for a while now, sprang out at
the schoolgirl's face, pre-cum leaking from the eye.
"Good girl Jules. Now take my cock in your hands and
start to jerk me off... you know how to wank a man
Jules don't you?"
"Oh! Oh yes... yes, Sir... I think so," she stammered.
It quickly became apparent she didn't and my patience
ran out. "Miss Boland, stop. Stop now. That is quite
the worst handjob I have ever had. And you said you
knew what you were doing? Bollocks! Sit there girl, put
your hands behind your back. Keep them there and look
up at me."
I grabbed my rock hard cock and brought it up to the
teenage schoolgirl's rosebud lips. "Open up Jules," I
commanded. She looked up at me with confused, betrayed
eyes. "Open your mouth Miss Boland," I repeated. Slowly
her lips parted with bewildered resignation and I
slipped my adult member between the child's lips.
I placed my hands around the back of her head and began
to slide in and out... in and out... gradually faster
and faster. At one stage she tried to stop me, bringing
her weak arms to bear but I quickly yelled at her to
put her hands back behind her back and get on with it.
It felt so fucking good fucking the schoolgirl's
mouth... so fucking good. I soon came close to
cumming... a few... a few more... strokes and... and...
oh... fucking... Christ!
I pulled out and started to jettison my load. Stream
after stream of yellowy-white semen sprang from my cock
and stuck fast to her face, her hair, her nose, across
her eyes, on her bra covered breasts, her shoulders, in
her mouth, on her lips and even on the ears of the
schoolgirl. She was covered in cum and stinking of it.
"Now Miss Boland," I started having caught my breath,
"I think we both understand each other now don't we?
You've enjoyed yourself, cumming all over the Doctor.
Disgusting. And you've made up for it by letting me
enjoy myself. I suggest you clean yourself up and get
back to class. Go on. Now!"
I watched as the teenager got to her feet and wandered
bemused over to the sink and began to mop my semen from
her upper body. Depositing the tissues in the trash she
bent to the floor collected her blouse and slipped it
on whilst moving to the door.
I heard the door click closed, stood and wandered back
behind the screen. As usual, lying there abandoned was
a solitary pair of white regulation school uniform
panties belonging to one Miss Jules Boland. Another
pair for the collection.
Chapter Eight - Lucie Gets Examined
It became clear that summer term that the best game was
to be had playing the Doctor. Sure, there were regular
instances where you'd sneak a glimpse down a gaping
blouse or up a flouncy skirt caught by the wind but
nothing a debauched as the situations that could be
controlled in the San.
Another one came my way a few weeks later. I'd known it
was about the right time of the year for the girl's
medicals and I'd seen them traipse off reluctantly to
the San over the past few days. My work detail had
adjusted to suit and I found myself late one afternoon
'finishing' up a job in the Doctor's examination room.
A knock at the door: I quickly hid my tools and sat
down behind the Doctor's desk; putting on my best voice
I began the game.
"Come in!" I exclaimed.
The door creaked open and a timid face appeared around
the jamb. Lucie Watkins. Year 12. Shy as a field mouse.
This was going to be fun.
"Lucie, hello. Come in girl. What can I do for you?"
"Well Doctor, I... I think I was supposed to see you
around l-lunch... time and I-I... forgot, Sir. Doctor,"
she stammered.
"Well don't worry Lucie, let me see, where might your
paperwork be... ah... yes... here it is. Lucie Watkins,
right?"
"Y-yes... Sir."
"Good. Well Lucie, sit down and we'll deal with you
now. So, Lucie Watkins, Year 12 right and how old are
you now Lucie?"
"Thirteen sir, fourteen in October. The 12th."
"Good. And you're in good health generally Lucie, you
look like you are?" And didn't she just.
Sitting meekly in front of me the teen schoolgirl
looked a sight for sore eyes. Shoulder length bob cut
hair sat around a face of such innocence it was hard to
look at. Meek steely gray eyes stared out at me, unsure
of whether she was in trouble with the Doctor for
missing her earlier appointment.
Beneath her sat a body to die for. More than a typical
teenager's body, this one was special. A slight frame
supported the most perfectly proportioned breasts I'd
ever seen on a schoolgirl. Big and noticeable but not
huge and unwieldy like some one sees. A slim waist led
to slim hips and long, long, gangly teen legs. She was
dressed, as she was supposed to be in the school
uniform. It was a hot day so no blazer, just a white
cotton, billowy blouse, a knee-length gray plaid skirt,
white socks and sandals. This was going to be good.
"Yes... yes Doctor... I think so..." she stammered.
"Well let's just check shall we Lucie," I said matter-
of-factly, getting up from behind the desk. "Pop over
here towards the couch for me please. That's it, good.
Now let's just take a look in your eyes, ears and nose
first shall we look this way Lucie."
I quickly feigned bothering to examine Watkins' ENT
eager to get to the goodies.
"OK Lucie, well that all looks in order. Now turn
around for me and just lift up the back of your blouse
please. I just need to listen to your breathing for a
minute."
Would she go for it? Of course she would, I'm the
Doctor and she trusts me! I watched as her hands crept
to her hips and slowly extracted the cotton from her
waistband. She hitched up the back of her blouse and
bent forward almost imperceptibly.
"A little higher Lucie please, that's it. Thank you.
Now this might be a little cold, the stethoscope,
there. Is that OK?"
A meek nod answered me.
"OK. Good... now take three or four deep breaths for me
Lucie please. Good. Good. And out again, good."
"All fine there" I muttered as I wandered over to the
table and feigned making some notes in her medical
file. "Good. Now I need to just take a quick look at
your breasts Lucie. It won't take long and I don't want
you to feel embarrassed at all. We need to just check
for lumps and things like that, I'm sure you're aware
of the need to check and I hope you do check them
occasionally. Do you Lucie?"
"Well... well... I'm... not... Doctor... y-yes. I do.
Occasionally," she muttered obviously flustered with
this unexpected turn of events.
"Good. Right then, just step over here Lucie and undo
the buttons on your blouse please. No need to take it
off, just leave it open."
I watched as she meekly stared out of the window as her
hands crept up the blouse unclipping the buttons as she
went. Soon the blouse fell open and my eyes lit on the
prize within. Cupped in what seemed like a huge bra for
such a young, slight girl, was a perfect pair of
globes.
"Good Lucie, now just hold your blouse open around your
hips for me. That's it. Thank you."
I reached forward with my most professional Doctor's
face on and placed my hands on the underside of the
teenage schoolgirl's bra clad breasts. They were heavy
and hot. I gently kneaded them and moved my hands
around, up and down. She continued to stare out of the
window whilst this abuse took place. I could see her
body start to betray her as her buds bloomed and her
nipples started to poke up through the flimsy cotton. I
broke away.
Instinctively Lucie closed her arms around her and
started to button up the blouse.
"Good. All's well there Lucie. Keep doing those regular
inspections though and any untoward lumps or bumps you
don't feel happy with come and see the Doctor
immediately. Promise?"
"Yes Doctor," she mumbled finishing buttoning the top
button.
"Excellent. Right. Not long to go now Lucie. Hop up on
the couch for me and leave your legs dangling over the
side. That's it... good girl. I'm just going to examine
your joints, ankles, knees, hips, that kind of thing.
Girls of your age are growing fast and your joints are
subject to a lot of stress and strain. Do you have any
joint pain Lucie?"
"No... no Doctor... I don't."
I crouched before her and feigned an inspection of her
ankles. Moving up her gangly shins I paused briefly at
her knees and moved her lower leg up and down and side
to side as if checking for clicks and resistance within
the joint.
"OK Lucie," I started, "that all looks fine. Just down
below to take a quick look at and we're done. I just
need to you slip off your panties and hop back up on
the couch on all fours pointing over towards the door.
If you want to use the screen over there please do."
I left here to mull over this latest and most severe
request as I once again feigned recording some notes in
her medical notes. I glanced back over my shoulder
after a moment and saw she'd wandered over to behind
the screen and appeared to be obeying my instructions.
It was amazing, I thought to myself what young girls
will do when instructed by an authority figure.
She stepped hesitantly back out from behind the screen
and began to walk towards the couch.
"Good girl Lucie, hop on up on the couch, pop on your
hands and knees for me facing the door. That's it, good
girl. You're doing great, we'll be done in a second."
I watched mesmerized as the schoolgirl followed my
commands, hopped up on the couch and positioned herself
on her hands and knees facing the door. The evening
summer sunshine beamed through the open window directly
onto the most pert behind I'd had the pleasure of
seeing for many a month.
"OK Lucie, now I'm just going to pop your skirt up and
take a quick look down below. Are you all OK down there
as far as you know? Periods OK?"
"Yes... yes... Doctor," she whimpered sounding on the
verge of tears now.
"Don't worry Lucie, we'll be done in a second and
you'll be out of here. OK here we go now, hold still."
I reached out and grabbed the hem of the schoolgirl's
gray plaid skirt. I lifted my hands and gently placed
the material across Lucie's lower back. Exposed before
me were the teenager's ass, hips and thighs. She'd done
as I asked and taken her panties off and the sight that
greeted me was fabulous.
"Just move your knees apart a little for me now Lucie
please, that's it. A little more, that's good. Now push
your bottom up towards the ceiling and rest down on
your lower arms. Perfect. Good girl Lucie."
Her crack was now gaping exposing her pert little
sphincter. Below that was nirvana. A plump set of
teenage labia barely covered in pubes. I started to be
able to smell her now the skirt was lifted, a mixture
of cheap schoolgirl perfume, shit and sex. I grabbed
the lube and slipped some on my fingers.
"I'm just going to take a quick feel inside Lucie, stay
as still as you can. Here we go."
I grazed my index finger up and down her slit a few
times before slipping it gently between her lips. She
was a little dry and I moved my finger in and out a
little to spread the lube around some. Soon she
moistened to the movement and I was able to slide my
other index finger in alongside. Gently I parted her
labia and exposed her passage to the light for maybe
the first time. I watched as her clitoris unfolded
itself from the now parted folds of skin and poked out
for a look-see.
Not wishing to prolong the girl's discomfort (or my
risk more like) I slipped my fingers from her vagina
and moved upwards.
"This may sting a little Lucie but once done we're
finished. OK?"
"Y-yes," she whispered, sobbing now, knowing deep
inside her that this was not right.
I dipped my index fingers in the lube again and pushed
them together against the schoolgirl's sphincter.
"O...o... oh... no... no!"
"Stay still Lucie please. It won't take long. Push back
on me if you have to."
I pushed again insistently and slowly her tight opening
gave way and my fingers slipped in. Once in to the
second knuckle I gently prised them still further
apart. Eventually I could see down into Lucie Watkins'
rectum; way back I glimpsed her next brown head, soon
the smell started getting a little strong but before I
could do anything about it...
"Oh god no! Please! Oh!!"
The teen beneath me tensed as shit burst from her
rectum. I leapt back and surveyed the scene. Shit
everywhere. All over my white coat, the couch, Watkins'
thighs. Perfect.
"W-what the hell?!" I screamed falsely. "What the hell
do you think you're doing Miss Watkins. Well!"
She was crying openly now as she struggled to recoup
some dignity gathering her skirt around her exposed
parts and stepping down off the couch.
"I-I'm so... so sorry Doctor... I didn't mean... I
mean... this has never happened before... never. Oh I'm
so embarrassed... so embarrassed. What shall I do... oh
God... oh God! OH GOD!!"
"Miss Watkins, what's happened here is serious
misconduct that could have you expelled from the school
do you understand?"
"Y-yes Doctor."
"I'll have to report this disgusting incident to the
headmistress tomorrow morning and you'll need to go and
see her and tell her all the disgusting details of how
you lost your self control and defecated on an adult
doing his job."
"P-please no Doctor. I'm in trouble with the head
already, this could finish it for me."
"Well what options do I have Miss Watkins?"
"I'll do anything, anything sir. Extra prep,
detentions, anything just please don't tell her."
"There is one thing Lucie," I started softening a
little now.
"Anything Doctor."
"Well it'll help this to not happen again. Call it some
treatment if you like."
She looked a little unsure again now.
"Hop back up on the other couch for me, lay down on
your back and scoot your hips to the end."
"Why?"
"If you don't want me to recount this disgusting
incident around the school you'll do what I ask Miss
Watkins, now get back up there!"
She reluctantly sulked over to the clean couch and
hopped back up.
"That's it Lucie, you see we can both benefit from this
situation you've created. Now I want you to slip your
blouse open again for me... that's it... no, leave it
on, just open around your sides. Good. Now slip your
bra off and pass it to me.
"You're fucking kidding right Doctor!" she exclaimed
getting the hang of the problem she now had.
"I am not Lucie. Do exactly what I ask and we'll leave
here friends and your disgusting behavior will never
leave this room. OK?"
"Yeah"
"Good. That's better. Now slip your bra off and pass it
over to me. Good girl, pull your blouse open so I can
look at you. Wow. Lucie, you have beautiful large
breasts for a 13 year old. Now lie back on the couch.
Pull your skirt up around your hips for me... that's
it... good girl... now push your bottom down this way
until its off the end of the couch. Tthat's good, now
swing your legs up and flop your knees open, good girl
Lucie."
The teenage schoolgirl looked stunning. Her regulation
white cotton blouse lay open along her sides exposing
her disproportionately large breasts which, in true
young girl style, were not suffering the effects of
gravity but remained plump and firm pointing defiantly
towards the ceiling, nipples erect in the moving air.
Her skirt lay bunched around her waist and with her
knees open and her cunt lay bare for the world to see.
It wasn't her cunt I wanted though. I couldn't risk
being done for vaginal rape of a minor, sodomy was a
slightly different crime though.
I slipped my engorged cock from my trousers and moved
towards the cowering teenager.
"Please Doctor... don't... r-rape me. I'm only thirteen
for Christ sakes."
"I'm not going to rape you Lucie, we're just going to
have a little fun to... to buy my silence on this
matter OK?"
"OK," she whimpered.
Placing my glans against the schoolgirl's sphincter I
began to have doubt about being able to squeeze into
her virgin passage. I began to exert a little pressure
but was brought up short by the moans from below...
"Oh no, my god no! You can't fu... Do me up there!
Please god! NO!!"
"So you thought you knew all about sex at thirteen did
you Miss Watkins, well I bet they don't teach you this.
I need you to pretend you're having a poo, another one
Lucie, and push for me. That'll make this easier for
you and me, go on Lucie, push!"
I watched as her ring distended and popped towards the
intruder, a little more pressure and I felt the
teenager's flesh give way and my glans start to slip
inside. After a few careful minutes I was embedded up
Lucie Watkins' ass and began to slide in and out. As I
pumped, her pert breasts swayed with the rhythm. Her
eyes were closed and she was moaning and weeping.
"Enjoy it Lucie, relax and enjoy it," I leered.
"It h-hurts," she whimpered.
"Just let it happen Lucie."
I quickened my pace as I felt the gawking, familiar
sensation in my loins. Soon I was pumping the
schoolgirl for all I was worth, sweat forming down my
spine. All eight inches of my adult cock was now
pumping deep into the teenager's butt and the tight
squeeze was causing the inevitable. Once I was there I
quickly plopped out of her and stepped round to the
side of the couch close to her now catatonic face. A
couple of strokes and the shower started. Glob after
glob of hot, steaming semen burst forth onto the pretty
youngster's face, nose, hair and eyes. She squealed and
turned away but was covered with the worst already. The
last few drops I aimed over her breasts and bare vulva
as I waltzed back down to the end of the couch.
"Good girl Lucie, we're all done here now. Clean
yourself up and go back to house now. And remember Miss
Watkins... you did this to stop me speaking about the
disgusting event earlier." I motioned over to the
adjacent couch that was still covered in the
schoolgirl's faeces.
"I'll clean that up, you clean yourself up and get on
home now."
"Yes."
"Yes what Miss Watkins?"
"Y-yes, Sir!"
I collected her bra from the couch and placed it in my
pocket, another addition to the collection.
Chapter Nine - Kate Goes Gardening
Wow what a scorcher of day. I was sweating my nuts off
in the woods at the back of the school grounds trimming
out ground elder and clearing space for the winter's
wood stores. It had been a hard morning's work and I'd
lain down for a rest after my sandwich. I'm not sure
what woke me up but I knew I'd heard something.
There it was again, talking, or whispering more like.
Christ these Ottaker girls get everywhere. Who was it
this time up where they weren't allowed. I struggled to
my feet and wearily crept through the undergrowth up to
the secluded backfield. What I saw from the edge of the
trees told me I was in for another session or
something...
Kate Johansson, one of the Finnish girls if I recalled
was walking across the field towards me, a mobile phone
glued to her ear. Kate was a final year pupil,
somewhere around 16 or 17 I guess, a little old for my
liking but worth watching that's for sure.
It was the weekend so the girls were allowed to be in
their long summer dresses which were still school
uniform but gave the girls a little more freedom to
enjoy at the weekend. As she approached I began to
suspect she'd been drinking. She was swaying a little
and collapsing into hysterics at the slightest thing
being said to her down the phone... it is hard to tell
though with teenage girls. I watched as she stopped and
looked around, giggling again. Kate reached into her
rucksack and pulled out a towel.
"This'll do Amy I think," she pronounced to the phone,
"No one can see me here, I'll call you in an hour and
let you know all the goss. Bye."
No one indeed I thought as I watched Kate spread the
towel on the ground and reach behind her. Her dress
fell from her body and I watched transfixed as this
vision of a hard body teenage schoolgirl came into
view. She was dressed in a skimpy pink bikini that only
just covered the bits that should be covered. Far from
school regulation. She pulled the material out from her
butt crack, re-arranged the towel and lay down on her
back in the blazing sun.
Soon Kate was lying back soaking up the rays, her eyes
shut in bliss. As I watched her left hand moved up onto
her flat, hard belly and began moving gently up and
down. She shifted slightly on the towel before her
fingers slipped inside the top band of her brief bikini
bottoms. I watched mesmerized as her hand moved deeper
under the material and began to move rhythmically,
stroking her vulva. Her knees pulled up and flopped
open as her hand worked industriously between her
slender thighs. Her head was thrown back now as her
breathing became noticeably louder.
She paused and looked up and around suddenly. Perhaps
she'd thought she'd heard someone coming. Convinced she
remained alone she hitched her hips up and over her
bikini and slipping the flimsy cotton material down
over her legs to her ankles.
Positioned in the bushes at the ankle end of Kate I
watched again as her legs fell apart exposing her bare,
shaven slit to the sun. Dirty girl I thought, shaving
yourself like that. Her labia were plump and parted
with the activity and glistened in the midday sunlight.
Soon Johansson's finger were working away again stoking
her clitoris and pulling her lips apart.
With her left hand working her vulva and clit I peered
through the bushes as her right hand came under her
thighs and her finger started to penetrate her sopping
hole. Two fingers slipped deep into the schoolgirl's
passage and dilated her hole still further. Her
breathing was so fast now that she had to be close to
cumming. She finished herself by sliding her thumb
inside her anus; that was enough...
"Oh... oh... ooooohhhhh... f... f... fuck... fuck me...
Christ on a bike... fuck me... SHIT!" she whimpered as
she came hard, time and time again.
I watched as the young schoolgirl recovered from her
orgasm, sat up and pulled her bikini panties back up
over her knees and around her hips. She stood up,
stretched, looked to the sky, rearranged her briefs a
little and lay back down on the towel. It was time to
strike...
Slowly I crept back to where my gardening tools were. I
collected up my things from lunch, loaded them into my
wheelbarrow and began to wheel it round to where I knew
Kate lay. I wasn't noisy, but I wasn't quiet; just
going about my business...
"Oh... hello Miss," I feigned, "Sorry, I didn't see you
there!
She woke with a start and sat up quick, her hand
instinctively covering her chest.
"Oh... shit... sorry... sorry Sir, I-I... "
"What are you doing here Miss... Miss?"
"Johansson Sir, Kate Johansson."
"Well Miss Johansson?"
"I-I... just thought... Sir... seeing as its such a
lovely day... I'd... I'd... um... well enjoy it Sir."
"Yes Miss Johansson, I saw you enjoying it earlier. Do
you really think that kind of behavior is what is
expected of an Ottaker girl? Well, do you?"
"I-I'm not sure what you mean... Sir," she stammered
back, starting to look even more anxious.
"You know very well Miss. That disgusting display you
were putting on a few minutes ago, that animal
behavior. In public as well."
"I-I... don't know... what? What!"
"You do know Johansson, you do know. Lying there
masturbating in public. It's disgusting. Not the kinds
of behavior Ottaker girls indulge in. I'm sure the
headmistress will agree and as for your parents when
you're sent home, well I am sure they'll have something
to say about it as well!"
Tears were now welling up inside the teenager's eyes as
the realization of what she'd just done dawned on her.
She knelt before me an anxious, scared teenager not
sure what to do or how to handle the situation. I
though I'd help her...
"Do you like masturbating Miss Johansson?" I enquired
calmly.
Silence.
"Miss Johansson, at least have the courtesy to answer
me when I ask you a question. Stand up girl when I'm
speaking to you. Stand up now!"
The schoolgirl reluctantly rose to her feet and stood
before me defensively on her towel.
"Put your hands to your side and pay attention", I
demanded. I watched as Kate Johansson's teenage hard
body came into full close-up view. Her breasts were
small little peaks beneath the flimsy, pink cotton
material. Small for a girl of her age I thought as my
eyes wandered down over her taut flat stomach to her
bony hips and pudenda. Her bikini bottoms were
stretched over her vulva tight and in the bright
sunlight I swore I could make out the indentation of
her labia behind the material, still stimulated from
her recent orgasm. "Now answer my question please."
"Yes. Yes sir I do like masturbating," she replied
timidly.
"Good. Well then I think there may be a way we can
avoid your embarrassment and the need for this display
to be anything but a secret between you and me. Are you
prepared to try to make amends for your filthy
behaviour Miss Johansson?"
"Y-yes I think so," she whispered, her eyes fixed at
her feet.
"Yes Sir," I stated.
"Yes. Yes Sir."
"Good girl. Now Kate, I want you to look at me and
listen very carefully. If you do what I ask then your
secret is safe. OK?"
"OK. You're not going to... h-hurt me or... or anything
are you?" she asked quietly now looking at me with her
wide frightened gray eyes.
"No Kate, I'm not. As long as you do exactly what I ask
I think you'll enjoy yourself. Now let's get going
shall we. Firstly Kate I want you to slip off your
bikini briefs, just the bottoms, leave your bra top
on."
"W... what... you must be... be... kidding. I'm...
not... not doing that for some f-fucking pervy
teacher."
"Miss Johansson, in case you'd forgotten I don't
believe you have much choice in the matter unless you
wish to report to the headmistress to explain the fact
that I found you masturbating in the top field in clear
view of everybody like some filthy depraved animal! Now
do what I say, now."
Slowly I watched as the schoolgirl's hands grasped the
top of her bikini for the second time that afternoon.
She slowly bent over taking the material down her long
legs with her. She stepped out of the slight material
and pushed it to one side with her left foot.
"Pass them to me Kate," I demanded.
She picked up the briefs and passed them over to me. I
held them to my nose and smelt the teenager's sex on
the material.
"You were excited earlier Kate weren't you, I can smell
you" I leered. "Now seeing as you told me you like
masturbation so much I thought you could do me a little
favor and bring me off. Have you masturbated a man
before Kate?"
The schoolgirl looked up at me with her now resigned
eyes. "N-no I haven't."
"Have you had sex before Kate or are you a virgin?"
"I-I'm still a virgin," she whispered.
"Still a virgin, Sir."
"S-still a virgin. Sir!" she responded.
"Good now I want you to get on your knees Kate, that's
it, open them out a little. Good girl. Now I'm going to
get my penis out and I want you to do exactly what I
say."
I slipped my belt open and pushed my khaki trousers
down over my knees. My cock sprang up from its lair
ready for action, moist pre-cum leaking from the eye in
anticipation.
"Now Kate, I want you to place your left hand under my
balls, cup and stroke them while your right hand goes
around my shaft. That's it... good... good girl. Now
gently start to move your right hand up and down...
that's good! A little slower Kate. Mmm, good... good...
oooohhh! A little harder grip Kate... good... that's
it! Good!"
It must have looked a sight. The young schoolgirl
virgin, on her knees, in just her bikini top,
masturbating the gardener.
"Are you sure you've never done this before Miss?
You're good at it... very good... aaahh. Now, I want
you to move your right hand off and open up your
mouth."
"No. No fucking way!"
"Kate, do this or the news will be all over the school
before dinner time."
She slowly removed her hand and looked up mournfully at
me.
"Please don't make me. Please Sir."
That just made me want to do her even more. "Open your
mouth Miss, open it now." I watched as her lips parted
to an 'O' and I pushed my hips forward. My cock looked
so wide against the pretty young girl's mouth. She
gagged slightly as her mouth forcefully parted to
accommodate the intruding member. I placed my hands
behind her head and pull/pushed her on and off my cock.
Christ it was deep, almost to the back of her throat by
the feel of it. Her breathing was becoming labored, as
was mine. I was nearly there...
"Kate, when I pull out of you I want you to freeze
looking up at me with your mouth open. Do you
understand?"
"Mmmmmyyyyyeagh!!"
I pulled out for one last time and looked down to check
she'd done as I asked. The pretty teen schoolgirl was
kneeling before me her face pointed up at my engorged
cock, her mouth slightly open. Good girl I thought. My
right hand went to work pulling off my orgasm. It soon
came and it had been a while.
Stream after stream of hot salty sperm flung forth from
my cock towards the teenager's face. Most landed on her
face, in her eyes, on and up her nose and in her mouth.
Some found its way onto her blonde hair, some onto the
end of her chin where it started its fall from grace,
dripping down onto her chest and towel below. With one
final grunt I'd finished and started to do myself up.
"That was lovely Kate, thank you."
I heard the tears start and glanced down at the girl.
She looked a mess. She fallen back sitting on the back
of her legs, tears streaming from her eyes washing cum
down her face. Her fringe was matted with semen;
bubbles of cum were seeping from her nose and the side
of her mouth. Her breasts were spotted with semen, as
was the towel on which she sat. Suddenly she started
and screamed...
"Oh no please! Shit no!"
She stood quickly as urine began to flood out from
between her legs. Her humiliation could get no lower.
"Kate Johansson, I suggest you get yourself cleaned up
quickly and return to school. This remains between you
and me, it will go no further."
I turned and collecting my wheelbarrow strode off
towards the woods leaving the cum soaked schoolgirl to
sort herself out. As I walked I could feel her bikini
briefs in my left hand trouser pocket, another for the
collection. A pretty pink pair this time.
Chapter Ten - Crossing The Line With Annie
The head had asked me to act as a stand-in teacher one
afternoon for Ms. Yarrow who had gone off sick suddenly
with girly problems. The class was Year 12 history and
it was an easy call; the class plan was there and all I
had to do was uphold discipline within the class.
As I sat there watching the girls work I was in heaven.
In one room there were, before my very eyes, eighteen
examples of the best 13 and 14-year-old teenage flesh
I'd seen in a long time. One of the advantages of
Ottakers was the good breeding necessary, for the money
needed, to send the girls here and the inevitable fact
that that led to good stock; good looking young girls a
mother would be proud of.
Most of the girls were just getting on with the work at
hand, ignoring the fact their normal teacher wasn't
there. One girl wasn't though. Annie Ratsey was pissing
about at the back of the class, disturbing the other
girls and getting no work done. I decided I'd have to
have words...
The bell went for the end of the class, the last of the
afternoon. The girls were ready for it having been
clock-watching for the last ten minutes and were
quickly packed-up and moving out through the classroom
door.
"Ah, Miss Ratsey, one minute please. Wait behind." I
shouted.
I saw her shrug her shoulders to the other girls and
slope up to the front of the classroom where she
perched herself on one of the desks. She was a looker
all right, a little smaller and thinner than the other
girls in her class but bright blue eyes and a messy
mousy hairstyle made up a sexy little package. All the
other girls trooped off and the heavy classroom door
swung closed with a resounding thud. The building fell
quiet as I watched the young schoolgirl scowl
defiantly.
"Do you know why I've asked you to stay behind Miss
Ratsey," I enquired.
"No Sir, no idea," she shot back rudely.
"Are you used to just messing about in class all the
time, achieving nothing?"
"Yes Sir," she replied cheekily.
"Well you cannot continue to do it!!" I yelled loudly.
This got her attention and she suddenly started and
slid off the table onto her feet. No one had shouted at
her like this before and she wasn't quite sure how to
deal with it.
"I do not accept people misbehaving in my classes like
you just have Miss Ratsey. So. In order that you
remember not to repeat this I am going to administer a
spanking."
"You can't do that Sir. Only the headmistress can s...
Sir... " she stammered, a little unsure of herself.
"I can, I have and I will young lady," I yelled getting
up from the desk and walking round to where she stood.
"Now turn around and bend over that desk there in the
corner. DO IT NOW!!"
As usual with young teenage girls, a figure of
authority yelling instructions eventually erodes their
immature sense of right and wrong and they flip back to
parental compliance mode. This happened now with Annie
Ratsey and, despite knowing this was wrong she obeyed
my instruction and wandered over to the corner desk.
"Turn around Miss Ratsey," I commanded. "Now lift your
skirt up and bend over that desk."
I watched, a little surprised she was being so
compliant so quickly, as the teenager slowly hitched
her shin length skirt up around her waist and bent over
the desk. Her regulation white school uniform panties
were tight on her taut little butt. Without warning I
strode up beside her and planted my right hand firmly
on her buttocks.
"You can't do this," she started.
"I can and I will," I shouted back. "Now shut up for
once in your young life and take what you deserve. Now
spread your legs and push your bottom up towards me."
I watched as Annie Ratsey inched her legs apart and
pushed her ass up and out. I started to spank her ass
with my bare hand. She started at each slap but stayed
quiet, in shock from what was happening to her, in her
own school.
Slowly I started to change the contact from a short
sharp slap to a longer contact, slipping my finger
between her ass cheeks and down between her thin
spindly legs. I sensed her shift and almost push out
towards my hand, groping for further contact. I allowed
my middle finger to pause for a few seconds each stroke
and exert just a little pressure. I got exactly what I
wanted in return. Ratsey pushed back on my hand and
moaned ever so quietly.
"So Miss Ratsey," I leered. "You're beginning to enjoy
your punishment I see."
"Sir... sir...you... you s-shouldn't being doing this
to me, I'm only... four... fourteen years old."
"I know but you're enjoying it aren't you?"
"Y-yes Sir but its wrong," the teenager moaned.
"Ratsey, how can it be wrong if you're enjoying it so
much," I whispered.
As she relaxed and the shock subsided to the wave of
rare sexual energy for one so young I looked down on
Annie Ratsey and pondered my position. Here I was a
middle aged but young at heart man, alone in a
classroom at a public girls school, with a fourteen
year old pupil, with her skirt up around her waist,
spanking her butt with my bare hands. It couldn't get
much worse with no provocation.
For the first time since I'd started this abuse of the
schoolgirls the thought of actually vaginally raping
one of them crossed my mind. I don't know what it was
about Annie, maybe it was nothing to do with her per se
just the right (or wrong) moment in time. Anyway as I
watched my hand working away on the teenage
schoolgirl's butt I knew the time had come, fuck the
risks, fuck the girls.
"Ratsey," I started. "It seems to me you're enjoying
this a little too much, this is supposed to be a
punishment not some love-fest.
This seemed to bring her round out of her reverie. She
began to stand, quickly pulled her skirt down around
her thighs and turned to face me. There were tears in
her eyes that belied the moans of enjoyment I'd
supposed I'd heard earlier, but something drove me
on...
"Miss Ratsey, push those desk together over there for
me... that's it, good girl. Right. I want you to lie
down on them on your back... "
"W-what? Why! N-no you can't!" she whimpered.
"Ratsey, just fucking do what you are told for once in
your life."
The shouting authoritarian worked his magic again as I
watched the young teen pull the desks together and, as
if powered by an unseen force lie down across them on
her back.
"Right, I want you to relax and enjoy this. Its what is
meant to happen to you this evening. You obviously
enjoy it so I want to make you happy, is that OK?"
"I-I guess so... Sir," she whispered. "Y-you're not
going to r-r... do me Sir, are you? Please don't!"
"As I said just listen to what I say and enjoy the
experience, you deserve it. Now, I want you to just
unbutton your blouse for me, that's it. Very good, all
the way down. That's it! Now open it out for me and let
it flop to your sides, good girl. Does that feel good?
I bet it does. Now I'm just going to get you ready down
here, think happy!"
I'd watched as the schoolgirl shivered and hesitantly
unbuttoned her crisp white blouse. She pulled it open
to expose her sad excuses for breasts flimsily covered
by a sheer white teenage training bra. Nevertheless, I
had a thing for flat-chested girls and the sight of her
doing this spurred me on to commit my worst fantasy.
I grabbed the base of the schoolgirl's long uniform
skirt and hitched it up and under her hips. My hands
fell across her hips and swiftly pulled her flimsy,
white cotton panties down across her knees and ankles
and onto the floor. I bent down, picked them up and put
them into my right hand pocket... another pair for the
collection.
I gently placed my hands on her knees and pushed her
legs apart; what greeted me made me sure my decision
was correct.
She really was a beautiful young girl; a little skinny
on first sight but on closer inspection just right.
Small little budding breasts with perky nipples, a flat
washboard stomach leading over minor hip bumps to a
butt worth dying for and a cunt worth cumming for... or
should that be in...
She appeared to have the start of a natural blonde muff
that barely covered the most exquisite set of labia I
had seen for many a year. Huge great lips thrust out of
her vulva struggling to contain a relatively massive
clitoris. This would be good.
"Ratsey, stay good and still and enjoy this now," I
leered as I dropped to my knees in front of the
whimpering teen. Slowly I brought my face up close to
the young girl's cunt. She smelled so sweetly of teen
spirit I nearly came right there and then in my pants.
I slipped my tongue from my mouth and started to graze
her labia. She started and moved away but I'd grabbed
her hips by now and pulled her back onto my insistent
tongue. Soon I was working deep inside her pussy and
she'd juiced up despite herself.
"OK Ratsey," I murmured as I stood up in front of the
sublime teen. "Do you masturbate?"
"W-what?"
"Do you masturbate, you know wank yourself off?"
"Well... y-yes. I have done... once or twice Sir."
She was putty in my hands now. Catatonic with shock and
the strange yearning feelings from her sopping cunt
dripping between her gangly legs.
"Good, well I want to see you do it for me now. Come on
Ratsey, I want to see your fingers inside yourself.
Spread your pussy and finger fuck yourself!"
I'd never been this rude and forceful with them in the
past but I was getting too worked up over what I'd
already decided to do with this one.
I watched as the schoolgirl's left hand hesitantly
grazed down over her stomach and felt its way between
her legs. Her index finger began to slide between her
labia and move ever so gently back and forth. I stepped
around the desk and nonchalantly walked up to the
teenager's head.
"OK Ratsey, look at me and part your lips," I demanded
sternly. I unzipped my trousers , slipped them to my
ankles and pulled out my engorged adult cock.
"Take me in your mouth Ratsey," I ordered.
The fourteen year old schoolgirl looked up at me with
wide, pleading blue eyes.
"P-please S-Sir," she whimpered, "Don't make me do
this, please."
"Open your mouth girl!"
Her budding lips parted as I offered the head of my
engorged penis. I watched as her mouth distended
unnaturally to allow the girth of the adult member to
pass. I began to slide in and out slowly at first then
faster. I glanced down and realized this was going to
have to happen quicker than I'd ideally like.
The sight beneath me made my balls ache and twitch. The
scared, teenage schoolgirl lay at my waist level, her
left hand rubbing her vulva absent-mindedly whilst her
face was buried in my crotch, a nine inch adult's cock
hilted in her mouth. It was about the only time these
teenage girls were quiet I thought to myself. Never
mind let's do it.
I pulled out of her mouth and stepped round between her
legs.
"Now Annie," I started. "Just let this happen and enjoy
it." I placed the tip of my cock between the
youngster's labia and began to slide into her oh so
tight passage.
"O... o... oh no... no... NO!!" she murmured.
I pushed on in feeling her passage give way and distend
to a size she'd never experienced before. Soon I was
hilted against her bare vulva and I began to pump her
gently at first then harder and harder. Her cunt was
juicing up nicely despite her confusion and soon her
butt was sliding back and forth on the smooth wooden
desk as I hammered my cock in and out.
She just looked blankly to one side unable to
comprehend she was being raped in her own school
classroom. Soon I felt the familiar sensations that
told me I was about to burst. Normally I'd pull out and
spray their faces at this point but today was
different...
I pumped in one final time and felt my cock seize with
convulsions. Spurt after spurt sprayed deep inside the
teenager's cunt filling her with hot white seed. She
moaned as her passage filled with my cum. Holding
myself deep within her I pumped my last drop and slowly
withdrew.
"Get up Ratsey and pull yourself together," I
whispered. "You're a disgrace to the school. I hope
you've learnt your lesson."
I watched from behind the teacher's desk as the
schoolgirl slowly slipped from the desk and stood
shakily to her feet. Her skirt fell back across her
thighs and she drew her blouse over her chest and
started to button it. Keeping her eyes down on the
floor she slopped over to where she'd been sitting,
picked up her school books and walked unsteadily over
to the classroom door.
"Miss Ratsey," I called. "Have you forgotten
something?"
She looked up at me, tears welling in her eyes and
running down her cheeks. Standing there, no longer a
virgin, she looked a sight for sore eyes. As I looked I
saw a splurt of my cum drop from between her legs and
land on the wooden floor, splashing slightly up onto
her shoes and white socks.
"M-may I g-go now S-sir... please?" she whimpered.
"Get out of here, and I'll wipe that mess up for you."
She pulled the door open and left. I sauntered over to
the splash of seed on the floor, extracted the
schoolgirl's white panties from my pocket and soaked my
cum into them. A soiled pair for the collection.
Chapter Eleven - In Touch With Rachel
Somehow they still hadn't caught up with me and my
misdemeanors with Ratsey. To fuck the poor girl in her
own classroom was a little out of order but it'd felt
right at the time. I think she'd stayed quiet. So far
at least. Probably too humiliated to talk about it.
I was back on duty in the Sanatorium one evening,
fixing up some shelving for the Head. As if part of my
fantasies continued a fain knock at the door.
"Come in."
I watched as the door slowly swung open and little
Rachel Tai walked in. I knew her name because everyone
knew Rachel. Despite being a diminutive little strip of
a girl I guessed around thirteen or fourteen her chest
was the subject of her fame. To put it bluntly she had
the most enormous pair of tits for a girl of her
stature and age. Not the gelatinous mounds you find
with older women put pert, tight globes still to
succumb to the perils of gravity.
"Rachel isn't it?" I enquired. "How can I help?"
"Your not the normal nurse Doctor are you?" she replied
quietly.
"No. No Rachel I'm not. She's on leave this evening so
I'm the local locum from the town standing in for her.
Can I help?"
"What's a locum?"
"Oh, yes, sorry, well that's the term for a Doctor who
stands in on occasions for other colleagues when
they're away," I lied.
"Oh. I see. Well Doctor, it's a little embarrassing and
I'd hoped the nurse would be here and..."
"Rachel. Don't worry. I'm a Doctor. Come and sit down
over here and tell me how I can help you."
I watched as she sauntered gingerly over to the chair
in front of desk at which I was now seated. She was a
looker all right. A little oriental, hence the surname
I guessed, around five and a half foot, legs like
beanpoles up to her tight waist and above her huge
breasts. She was dressed in school uniform, her sandals
and white socks, bare legs up to her blue skirt which
looked a little higher off her knee than school
regulations and a crisp white blouse. No blazer on this
hot summer's evening.
"So Rachel," I started.
"W-well Doctor. It's... it's my c- chest. It hurts when
I breathe and my b-breasts ache so much... so... much
it hurts me to talk. And I c-can't do anything...
and... I-I.. "
"Rachel," I interrupted. "Don't worry. We'll help you
now. Hop up on the couch for me and let's take a look
shall we."
She stood and walked to the couch. She pulled herself
up onto the black seat and sat there nervously with her
hands to her side.
"OK Rachel, just need untuck your blouse for me and
undo the buttons please." I feigned looking in a drawer
for something as I watched the teenage schoolgirl
slowly pull her blouse out from her skirt and start to
unbutton the garment. Soon I saw she was done and
sitting there holding the blouse closed tight around
her torso.
"Good Rachel, now just slip off your blouse and place
it on the bench please."
I watched mesmerized as a school legend came into view.
Her rippled, flat stomach first followed by the most
amazing pert tits I'd ever seen on a teenager. Massive
breasts held captive in a lacy, white bra. I stood to
one side of her and placed the end of my stethoscope
between her shoulder blades, seemed as good a place as
any to begin.
"Breathe in for me deeply please Rachel. Good. And out.
Good. And in again. Good. Well I can't hear anything on
your chest. You said your breasts had been aching?"
"Y-yes."
"OK. I'm just going to examine them Rachel. So I need
you to take your bra off please. Don't worry now, it
won't be for long but it's important I can feel and see
the surface of your skin."
The little schoolgirl's hands crept round her back and
unclipped the bra. It fell away from its cargo with
relief and the true scale of her chest became apparent.
"Stand up for me Rachel and put your hands above your
head please."
I stood behind her and slowly placed my hands under her
armpits. I began to stretch my fingers out over the
base of the teenagers breasts. My hand couldn't cup
them they were so fucking huge. I moved around the
front and looked straight at her. She was staring off
out of the window trying to detach herself from this
display in front of a strange man. Her nipples were so
small compared to the relative acres of flesh
surrounding them. They were erect though. Perhaps this
little teen was starting to enjoy this I thought.
"How long have your breasts been painful Rachel?" I
enquired in a professional manner.
Only really for the last couple of months Doctor," she
whispered.
"Well I can't find anything wrong. Have you had a bra
fitting recently?"
"A what Doctor?"
"A bra fitting Rachel. It's important for all girls but
especially for girls who have large chests like you to
have your bras professionally fitted. I noticed yours
was tight on your breasts and it may be that that is
making them painful. Are your periods regular?"
I watched as she flushed at the question. Unconsciously
embarrassed to be asked something that related to her
pussy I guessed.
"W-well no not really. Not for a while Doctor."
"OK, well best we take a look down there as well while
you're here. Hop back up on the couch and lay down for
me please."
She was mine now I saw. Her mind had accepted me as a
Doctor and she'd do what I asked however uncomfortable
it was making her feel. It happened every time with the
young ones. Every time with the slightly older ones as
well, just took a little longer.
"Just hitch your skirt up a little for me Rachel and
flop your knees out. That's it, good girl."
Here I was again, the maintenance man in a room alone
with a thirteen year old schoolgirl. Her blouse and bra
lying discarded on the floor. Me standing looking up
her tiny skirt at her exposed panty covered pudenda.
Her lying detached staring at the ceiling. I slowly
placed my hands on her inner thighs and began to slide
them up towards her crotch. I slipped a couple of
finger beneath the white cotton of her panties and
pulled the material to one side. Practically hairless
her slit greeted me with a pungent smell. Teenage girls
in the evening I thought.
"Stay good and still Rachel, I won't be much longer."
I wanted to fuck this one but couldn't thing of an
angle to get her panties off without her becoming
suspicious. With regret I grazed my finger over her
labia, parted it slightly and withdrew.
"Good girl Rachel. All done. Now put your blouse back
on."
"Is... was... am I al... alright Doctor?"
"Yes Rachel, you're a lovely healthy young woman.
Nothing to worry about. I think your pain is simply
down to your bra being too small. Leave it here with me
now and that'll remind you to get another one. And
Rachel, when you do get another one, make sure you get
it professionally fitted. You have a lovely large chest
that's going to be a great asset to you when you're a
little older. Look after it.
She blushed as she buttoned up her blouse. "Yes Doctor.
I will. Thank you."
She started for the door and as soon as she'd arrived
she was gone. The memento? Lying over on the bench was
the schoolgirl's discarded white bra. I picked it up
and glanced at the label. 38-C cup. On a 5 foot nothing
strip of a schoolgirl. No wonder they ached!
END
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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