Date: Sat, 8 Jan 2005 10:21:55 EST
From: PixaJax@aol.com
Subject: spuncup 3

I hope you find this to be a accptably hetero-free denouement as
promised! I think after this fantasy, I will get back to something more
realistic. Thank you for your kindness.
J

Spuncup 3

The two Heads also agreed that it would be fairest if a few pupils from
each year were invited to get an even spread. On the afternoon of the
unprecedented dance, the girls arrived early and took up position in the
main Hall of Spuncup School. Which, as with all girls, meant sitting
demurely, legs crossed, hands folded in laps, in the chairs arranged
along one long wall of the room. The Headmistres and Two mistresses had
come with them. The two mistresses sat tightlipped and disapproving at
either end of the row of girls. These dyky viragos invented the concept
of "hankypanky" and were determined that there would be none with THEIR
precious girls this afternoon. What WAS the Headmistress thinking of to
permit this nonsense? The Headmistress herself sat in the middle, patting
her hair nervously from time to time and asking herself the same
question. Some dance music was playing softly in the background. The
girls were chattering away softly, giggling occasionally, and waiting
for, well, they knew not what. All this was virgin territory, to coin a
phrase.
And then the large doors at the other end of the Hall opened and in
strode the Headmaster, followed by Mr Hamilton and another master, and a
file of boys, ranging in age - as did the girls - from eleven to sixteen.
A gasp went up from the two women teachers and a chorus of oohs and aahs
from the girls: all the Spuncup contingent were in full dress uniform!
The Head strode across the floor towards, adjusting his tackle - his
penis seemed more enormous than ever even in its flaccid state. It swung
trunk-like as he walked across to greet his opposite number. Poor woman,
she didn't know where to look! Hamilton and the other master went to
greet the two women teachers, who were equally fazed by the sight of the
men's exposed genitals. Not excited, not at all excited, but still
fascinated despite their disgust. Ah, what a devious serpent is
curiosity! Meanwhile the boys filed to the opposite side of the room and
took their seats, very very aware of their exposed dicks and the naked
half-moons of their asscheeks. The girls stared at the boys and the boys
stared at the girls. In the silence, you could have heard a sperm drop.

"My dear Miss Kay, how delightful to see you again!"
"Thank you," she replied curtly. "I have to say that I find your, erm,
garb in the poorest taste."
"Oh well, it's the custom at Spuncup, my dear."
She hated that "my dear": so condescending.
Meanwhile, Hamilton and the other master were having a non-conversation
with the two mistresses.
"Welcome, ladies."
"Hrrumph."
"A new venture for all of us, I think."
"Hrrumph."
"Ah well, if our Heads think it's a good idea, who are we to question
it?"
"Grrrrrrrhumph."
"Quite so."
After which, our two confused pedagogues backed away, clutching their
genitals as if to protect them from the Curse of the Amazons.
The Head, with his amazing ability never to perceive what anyone else was
feeling, grinned broadly and clapped his hands.
"Well, now, boys of Spuncup, I think it is time you found yourselves a
charming dance partner. Off you go!"
The boys shuffled uncomfortably and then in gaggles began to stand up in
preparation for the long-distance safari to the other side of the Hall
where the girls sat.
And, as they stood up, the girls saw that the boys' genitals were
exposed, a sea of boypricks, from the little-boy willies of the
eleven-year-olds to the substantial hair-framed cocks of the older boys.
All flaccid, but very very obvious nonetheless.
The girls stared, they gawped, they started to whisper to each other.
Then they started to giggle. And then laugh. And then scream with
hysterical laughter. The boys didn't move. Then one of the older boys,
Coline Goode, and known as the Stud of the Fifth for obvious reasons,
muttered "Fucking bitches!" At least he thought he muttered, but this
boy's mutter carried clearly across the room. Colin Goode turned and
looked down the line of boys, seeking his favourite, a pretty
eleven-year-old called Timothy. He beckoned to Timothy and in no time the
two were clasping each other tightly dancing in time to the music.
Feeling their bodies touching, the two boys felt good and soon forgot the
bitches. One by one the boys paired up to dance together, loving the feel
of being cock-to-cock. This is what they knew best. And this is what they
wanted most. In the corner, the Headmaster looked on and tried very hard
not to let his face break out into a huge grin. Hamilton had given up any
pretence of civility towards their guests and was busy jacking off as he
watched his darling boys dancing together. He knew there would be some
wonderful couplings in the dorms that night!
"Well, really!" the Headmistress exploded.
"Disgusting!" cried the dykes, oblivious of the fact that most of their
girls too would be coupling in an hour or two.
The Headmistress clapped her hands.
"Girls!"
And the girls stood up and filed out with their indignant teachers at
their head. The girls were no longer giggling. Many of them were casting
envious glances at the boys. It wasn't fair. Boys had penises. Boys had
all the fun.....
"Well, Hamilton," said the Head after the female contingent had departed,
never to return. "What do you think?"
"Headmaster,  you are a genius!"
He looked down at the Head's enormous cock.
"And, if I may say so, you deserve a great reward."
The Head followed his teacher's glance.
"Surely, Hamilton, you are not offering to..............."
"If you wish, Head. But I was thinking we might requisition half a dozen
boys to, erm, service you."
"Most kind, Hamilton. Half a dozen, eh? Well, I am not saying I couldn't
handle that number, but if you and your colleague wish to join in, I will
not say no."
The two teachers bowed slightly. The Head turned to the Stud.
"Goode, pick six pretty boys and send them to my study after tea."
The Stud turned to the boys.
"Who would like to be with the Head after tea? Take one step forward."
There were forty boys in the group. They looked at his mighty swinging
penis. Forty boys took one step forward.

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