Date: Fri, 14 Dec 2018 19:52:19 +0000 From: Robbie Robot Subject: TEENAGE LUST PART FIVE TEENAGE LUST TEENAGE LUST PART FIVE © Van T Z Boi 2018 (The usual disclaimers apply, this remains the property of the author and you do not have permission to download and post this anywhere else without the author's permission. Please remember this is just a story and keep yourself safe. If you enjoyed this then please support nifty and make a donation; without nifty you would not be able to read and enjoy such fanciful creativity and they need your financial support so you can continue to enjoy nifty stories) (HEALTH WARNING: Due to the number of comments from nifty readers you are warned that reading this material may involve the self-indulgent loss of bodily fluid. Please ensure you have a supply of water, vitamins and minerals including; vitamin C, calcium, chlorine, citric acid, fructose, lactic acid, magnesium, nitrogen, phosphorus, potassium, sodium, vitamin B12, and zinc to replace that which may be lost whilst reading this further chapter. A good supply of tissues should be close at hand in case of sudden emergencies!) (Thanks to all who have written and voted for story continuation it is nice to be appreciated, I do also enjoy reading your comments and observations and suggestions and I always look forward to reading your views on this or any of my stories. Please note the new email address lostinspace1966@protonmail.com. Now please read on. Till the next Time: Van T Z Boi) From Part Four Ted twisted the racket handle, Gavin screamed as rough taping scoured his teenbud. "Fuck the bell, fuck school, fuck me now, fuck me haaaarrrrdddd," he yelped as the twisting wood caught again. Part Five The lines of straggling boys lengthened as the schoolboys headed towards the opened doors of the school. Many continued to adjust their clothing as they regained as best they could the standard of uniform required by school regulations. Jack draped his arm across Wills shoulders, Will's hand still inside his fly, gently caressing his turgid teenprick. Luke and Chas were also close, walking just behind Jack, their arms crossing over, hidden by their blazers, their respective hands squeezing each other just above the waist. The line staggered and came to a halt as the motley gaggle of students chicaned through the doorway. Luke and Chas took the opportunity of a last loving kiss, their embrace lost amongst the crowd. Theobald Luster sighed and slid his arm into his shirt, he could smell the reek of lust that emanated from the cotton and slid it back off, he reached for the spray bottle of fabric conditioner and holding his shirt high sprayed it with the concealing scent. The two brothers were almost dressed, Reece adjusting Tad's school tie as Tad did the same for him. Mr Luster felt the usual twitch in his dong, he looked down at the sated lump of meaty flesh that hung down, the tip drooled a final dollop of semen, he swiped it with his fingers and licked the salty goo. `Fuck those two take it out of you but the fuck is so worth it,' he thought as with a final acceptable sniff he threaded the slightly damp shirt back over his arms and onto his back. "Cor sir, that stuff stinks," Tad wrinkled his nose as the aroma of the fabric conditioner wafted in his direction. "I prefer your fuck stink sir," grinned Reece, "more lusty Mr Luster," he chuckled at the so often repeated phrase. Mr Luster's lips formed a straight line, he had heard it too often to be entertained or annoyed. He slipped into his trousers, pulling them over his bulge, adjusting his manly jewels so that he was comfortable. "Bye sir, thanks for the fuck," Tad and Reece spoke almost as one as they trooped through the bedroom door leaving Theo to finish off. Hurtling down the stairs they exchanged words with the other boys who had similar lunchtime appointments with other teachers. A couple of their fellow students were still dragging on various items of clothing as they hurried down the stairs. The quiet conversations were all amicable and friendly, no one it seemed had experienced a bad time. As the stairs emptied the sated and happy group of teachers exited the bedrooms and headed downstairs, their comments were similarly content. Josh sauntered along, his fly remained open and his shirt unbuttoned, his blazer hung over his shoulder, behind him the group of boys who had serviced him were discussing their performance but Josh ignored them, his teenpussy twitched and was more than ready for action, Josh's lack of attention to uniform standard announcing his readiness. Gavin and Ted dressed only in shorts stuffed everything else into their sportsbags, arms about each other they padded towards the locker room entrance, here they would grab a quick shower before attending afternoon registration, as they were marked down for the tennis practice they had permission to be late. Vinnie rubbed his backside, his hand down the back of his trousers; his arsehole ached where it had been stretched by the double insertion but his balls twitched as he thought about the five nights access to Dean's boypussy. 'I'm gonna fuck the arse of him' he promised, scanning the straggling line up he looked for the boy he was thinking about but Dean's floppy blond hair was not to be seen. Dean himself was joining the crowd of boys inside the school, he had spent an agreeable time being fucked by Mr Gore the geography teacher, his boypussy contained three deposits of Mr Gore's spunk, the teacher had excelled himself in fucking the ten year old and was himself walking sedately down the stairs, his fifty year old body drained of energy, the only spring of step was in his mind as he manfully took the stairs one at a time, his vision still blurry after the energetic session with young Dean. 'A much better fuck than his brother' thought Mr Gore as he ached his strained body downwards. Danno and Grant walked side by side, their hands inside their pockets where the torn holes allowed them to continue to caress their teenage dicks. "Fucking Vince was awesome," grunted Danno, "his pussy is just so nice and tight for our two dicks." "Yeah," Grant nodded, "nothing like it when the three of us are together." "Shame he's so ugly," Danno sniggered. "But you don't look at the mantle when you poke the fire," Grant sniggered back. Dando Lawrence watched as Marcus passed by, he caught the well-remembered odour that was left in the air as the Head Boy walked away. He watched the sight of the svelte teenager, recalling just how the tight arse cheeks felt in his hands as he urged Marcus to fuck him, his own dick swelled between his legs and he sighed. `I loved being the favourite,' he thought, `damn puberty,' his hand stroked the slim four inches of teendick that had spoiled his chances with Marcus by spurting cum. The irresistible images of Marcus's thick teenagedick proved too much and disregarding the protocols he hustled after Marcus. "Marcus," the Head Boy turned at the shouting of his name, he knew already that it was Dando's voice, he looked down at the panting twelve-year-old who so recently had pleasured his bed, a sudden surge of wanton desire hit him and his cock swelled between his legs. "Yes?" he replied in a thick tone, his lust was already affecting his vocal chords. Dando paused and stood trembling before the muscular teenager; his own wants and needs peaked and drove him forward. "Please," his voice a whisper of intensity, "fuck me, please," he trembled. He reached out, his trembling hand sliding inside Marcus' fly which was ever open; it curled around the swelling flesh and teased the tensing foreskin backwards as his fingertips fluted across the pulsing glans. Marcus tensed, he was aware that the other students were continuing to walk past him, hurrying in some cases now to reach their classrooms for registration. He himself had intended to attend Registration and then deal with some outstanding essays he was working on. The memories of Dando's tight boypussy, the way the boy clutched him when he climaxed, his pussy tightening in that special way around his dick blurred all other thoughts from his mind. `I don't have to fuck him in my bed, he can spunk anywhere, can't he,' the memories were driving his hormonal desires to an overwhelming level. He made his decision, "Come with me," he ordered and Dando trotted happily just behind him. Will caressed Jack's teenrod and then when they stopped outside his classroom he dropped to his knees and sucked heartily at the swelling tube. Jack moaned and leaned against the corridor, the juniors waiting to enter the room grinned as they saw Will's expert mouth at work. Jack grunted as his passion rose, `this boy will be the death of my poor balls,' he said to himself but reluctantly he eased him off his throbbing pole. "Come on lover, I'll be late for registration," he said as kindly as he could, bending down to kiss Will as he also reluctant got up off his knees. "See you are breaktime?" Will's question was accompanied by the pleading in his eyes. "By the bike sheds," replied Jack, announcing that they would fuck in break by choosing the bike sheds as their assignation point, quickly he rushed away down the corridor and up the stairs to his own classroom. Mr Donglong looked up from his desk where he was ticking the names of those present. "Ah Marcus good too..." he stopped as he caught sight of Dando Lawrence behind the Head Boy. "Yes, er, sorry sir but I need to take care of Dando at the moment," Marcus smiled at the Form Teacher and grabbing Dando by the shoulder strode towards the back of the room. The other seniors grinned and chuckled as Dando and Marcus stripped, the sight of Marcus's thick teencock spilling and spraying precum about the room sent a few wandering hands to rub at their own rods. Mr Donglong shook his head and returned to marking the register, he managed to ignore the squeaking of the desk as Marcus fucked Dando until he had finished his task, then he allowed himself to watch as the powerful Head Boy's body thrust good and hard, Dando was wailing loudly, his hand swiftly polishing his boydick as his body juddered and shuddered, the delight in his face was expressive. `I shouldn't allow this really,' he told himself, unconsciously his own hand was caressing his own thick six fat inches, `but Marcus is impressive when he's in heat.' Watching the lusty coupling he became aware that another hand was touching his dick. "Allow me sir," the squeaky tone of Dominic Allbright's voice flew past his ears as the teenager sucked his plump wet teacher's dick inside his squelching mouth; the surge of elation rushed through him and he felt the first soaring jolt of pleasure. Dominic sucked greedily, the plump teenager was not as popular as his fellow classmates, his cocksucking ability suffered more from lack of practice than lack of proficient talent. He would seize his chance of accessing his peers whenever the opportunity arose, a likable manner gained him the invitation to parties where he would lie like a spider waiting on his prey, usually there would be a `lost' cock in need of satisfaction and he would slide in and as they say `once your dick is in a mouth then'. Homework or project buddies would discover his close attentiveness would inevitably end with their trousers around their ankles and their cocks deep in his mouth but inevitably the emotional context would not exist and any such pairing would end once the work was finished. Dominic also suffered from penis envy, his own teenage prong had never extended beyond the four inches nature had granted him, as he matured the slim pencil had broadened and whilst his width was stubby it remained the same length. Teachers who had enjoyed his body which was offered easily enough quickly discovered the accompanying lack of interest once the deed was done. `A one fuck pussy,' Headmaster May had said and the nickname stuck. Josiah Donglong his ardour engaged and amplified by the sight of the `pretty' Marcus shafting the twelve year old happily accepted the hardworking administrations of Dominic's sucking mouth, Dominic relished the lucky chance of fellating his teacher and he hustled to get the task done, his pudgy hands working the sticky shaft and hairy balls. A probing finger along Mr Donglong's pussy was allowed, the fingertip stroked daintily over the puckered gap but Dominic lacked the courage to probe inside the pulsing hole, if he had things may have gone differently for him. Mr Donglong was not adverse to taking teenage cocks in his adult pussy. Marcus himself had fucked his FormTeacher many times, but not since gaining the Head Boy position and as Josiah watched and licked his lips at the sight of Marcus's thick teenage ramrod pounding in Dando's very tight boypussy he felt the twinges rise inside his own mancunt. Tad Northern watching Marcus shaft Dando and seeing Mr Donglong's twitching licking lips grinned and dropping his trousers and kicking them off moved towards his FormTeacher. Josiah felt the touch of Tad's hand on his shoulder, the sight of the pulsing teencock presented to him only served to make the exciting tingling inside him jolt and shock. In mere seconds his trousers were tugged down as he stood up, Dominic adjusting his position to keep his lips locked around Mr Donglong's cock as Josiah found himself being bent over his table, Tad taking up position behind him. Tad took one look at the hairy arse, his hand stroked over the plump slightly saggy flesh of the globes, a finger then two sliding inside the heated orifice before his other hand which had smoothed his precum down his shaft guided his throbbing teenpole to the waiting hole. A combined sigh rose from the two of them as Tad's teendick slid home, its bulbous tip rubbing the swollen bud of Mr Donglong's passion nub. Swiftly Tad fucked, good long deeply penetrating thrusts that made the spongy arse cheeks bubble bouncily as they took the brunt of Tad's forceful plunging. Dominic who had a close up of the penetrating teenrod, moved one of his pudgy hands to caress the swinging ballsac, it had been a long time since he had got close to Tad's tackle and he recalled the one afternoon in the park when thirteen year old Tad had allowed him to play and suck the pretty just turned teenage dick. He savoured the memory of the sweet tasting honey spicy precum that Tad produced followed by the salty peanutty taste of his young spunk and had used that so invigorating pleasant memory to wank himself to sleep many a night. He savoured the sensation of the throbbing balls inside the hanging sack, he could feel them swell and heat up as Tad's teenrod fucked their teacher's man pussy, drools of his precum which escaped Mr Donglong's mancunt, slid down over his fingers. Tad gobbled at his stickily coated fingertips, sucking them in alongside Mr Donglong's cock which was bloated, Tad could tell his teacher was close. Dando squealed and moaned as Marcus's eight inches slid back and forth, the juicy teenrod squelching inside his boypussy as his own boypricklet spilled and dribbled strings of his own precum and the start of his young sperms. Marcus gritted his teeth as another flaring shock of pleasure burst inside him, `I'd forgotten how clinging and vice-like his pussy is,' he momentarily thought as he thrust another round of quickened ramming lancing pokes inside Dando's boypussy. Seconds later he felt the slight tension start, his balls jerked tighter against his body before releasing their loads, he sensed the forceful liquids rush and tumble along his inner tubing, the sensitive nerves quailing and resounding with ecstasy as his spunk jetted to foam inside Dando's vibrating boypussy. Marcus continued to fuck, the slow releasing thrusts of satiating delight as his body and mind was subsumed within the torrent of orgasm. Dando cried out and reached down to grab Marcus's hips, forcing the teenager to fuck harder and harder at his waiting and wanting boybud, his boydicklet, his own hairless balls tight around the base flailed in the air, desperate for some contact and then Dando scrunched down hard, yanking Marcus towards him, the force of his tugging unbalancing Marcus who fell hard and weightily towards Dando. The final unbalanced shove was enough to batter Dando's boybud into submission and Dando screamed as his boycock exploded, a few watery strings of young spunk flying into the air as his boypussy went into anal orgasm spasm. Marcus had splayed his hands to seek the support of the desk as he fell, his teenprick swelled and shuddered as it took on the full force of Dando's anal climax, the unique compressing and releasing rhythm making his tubes pulse to jet forth the dregs of his spunk which spilled into the pulsing fuckhole, joining its companions in the maelstrom of Dando's orgasmic joys. "What a fuck," Marcus growled as he leaned down to kiss Dando, `I'm gonna have to fuck him more often,' he thought. Will leaned back in his chair, his pricklet still stiff and throbbing. Mr Leary his FormTeacher was working though the Register. Will's hand slid up and down his exposed cocklet, `Fuck am I horny,' he said to himself, despite Jack making him cum good and hard it seemed to only serve to make him lust for more. Terry Gader his fuck-friend grinned as he saw Will's throbber, he cocked an eye at Mr Leary who was still engrossed in his task and edged closer to Will, his slim hands taking hold of Will's boydick. Will sighed and relaxed in his chair, he carefully opened his shorts which allowed Terry full access to his boytreasure; Terry's palm cupping his boycrayon and the hot little marbles inside the sliver of skin. Terry teased the ivory pink foreskin down under Will's boycrown, his fingernail carefully scraped along the crimson purpled ridge making Will tremble a minor dry cum shocked inside him. Terry's other hand sought to release his own thin boycocklet from its confines and both hands worked in tango with each other as Terry serviced his friend and his special friend. Martin sitting in front of them heard the whispered moans and sighs, grinning he slipped surreptitiously off his chair and ducked under Will and Terry's desk. The sight of the two pretty boycocks sent a happy shiver of delight up and down his spine and he swiftly moved in close. He took Will's cocklet in his mouth first, tasting the salty taint of Jack's cum which permeated Will's body most days. Terry moved his hand away as he felt Martin take over the friendship duties. Will so high on his sexual plateau groaned as he was rocked by another wave of boyjoy induced my Martin's hot mouth, Martin sucked until Will relaxed and then moved to Terry's slim pricklet. Gently he teased the loose foreskin down, licking under the ridge of harder skin, Terry relaxing and spreading his legs wide as the joys fluted up and down his spine, his boypussy ached, the little bud bloating with need. Mr Leary twitched, he was taking too long with Registration and his hand moved to caress Sam's head where the boy was clamped around his fat dick, the thirty-three year old teacher sighed as the slaver of Sam's tongue delved inside his cockslit, sweeping the bubble of precum aside to be consumed when Sam next swallowed the contents juicing his mouth. The ten year old fresh from his lunchtime fucksession with the Headmaster was in his sensual element and despite the hard fucking he had undergone was still ready and able for more. He swallowed quickly and then took in the full five and a half inches of fat teacher dick, his tonsils stroking the glutinous head as the bulb entered his throat. Mr Leary dropped his pen, the tingling delight that flared and blazed as the ten year old deep throated him sent a surge of explosive joy pounding through his body. Sam grabbed the hanging sac, squidging the spongy tubers with his left hand as his right hand rapidly feathered the silky skin of Mr Leary's shaft, forcing the squelching helmet deeper inside his mouth as the flared head swelled and bloated, the muscular contractions as Mr Leary's dick foamed and spurted his thick sticky cumload into his swallowing mouth sending electric shocks of delight rampaging through the lust ridden teacher. "Present," grunted Mr Leary, his head lost in the orgasmic joys as his teacher mind recalled he was dealing with the duty of form registration. Sam grinned, his mouthing lips still locked around the pulsing helmet, slathering any last spurts or dribbles of mancum towards his still swallowing throat. Will gurgled as his own dry cum rocked his world, the glittering lights of boy climax flitting spasmodically over his eyeballs. Marcus's sweltering mouth moved to Terry's three and a half inches of jerking boydick, his hand replaced his mouth on Will's pricklet as his mouth closed around Terry's boycrown. A few slithering passes of his molten tongue across the pulsing gap of Terry's boyslit and Terry was convulsing in his seat as the waves of delicious orgasming delight rocked his universe. Desire overwhelmed him and he leant close to Will, their lips locked and they kissed heavily, their minds imagining other preferred lips as they sated their desires. Mr Leary his head lost in the clouds of manly orgasm did not notice the actions of his form, the two boys at the back who were naked and fucking was lost to his climax blurred vision. Morgan juddered as Tim's four inches of slim boycock punctured his boynub, both squirming and shuddering as their respective joys spun up and around and through them. Morgan bounced hard, his torso almost vibrating as he manipulated Tim's cocklet into rubbing fiercely against his nub, one more the two horny lusty ten-year-olds achieved orgasmic joy. Mr Jefferson bent over his desk, fifteen year old Archie Grant thrust his five inch teendick inside the scraggy arsehole of the teacher, his slim glans having to pulse from side to side to obtain the necessary friction for sensual sensation. 'It was this or detention' had been the smirking leer from Mr Jefferson. Archie fought hard to keep his teendick hard, difficult with the scrawny back in front of him. Archie preferred the hunky rugby player boys with the much tighter teenpussys and harder tauter well exercised bodies than the sagbag of Mr Jefferson's aging body, 'a fuck or detention' was the choice and half way through the fuck Archie was wishing he had chosen detention. Mr Jefferson sighed, in his head he was once more the slim cute ten year old team mascot that serviced the School Football Eleven, taking their athletic teen pricks one after another in the after-joy of either losing or winning, whatever the score he was always the winner, his arsehole after the game filled with the swimming seeds of the team, 'plus the substitutes' his mouth churned into a semblance of a distorted gratified smirk as he felt the vibration of Archie's cockhead pulse inside him. He had caught the fifteen year old copying work off the boy beside him, immediately he had turned Archie's 'crime' into his own violation of school's rules. As he watched Archie's face churn over the proposal he recalled the last time he had taken Archie. 'The boy had been fourteen then, his dick stubby and shorter, since then he had noticed the boy developing but he had not had the glimpse of a chance at the teenager's cock since then. Archie had been a delight, the fourteen year old was then relishing his spunking teencock and had as he would say 'cum into his own.' At fourteen Archie had been cocksure and randy, his teendick sprouting into full blown puberty, spraying heavy teenage loads as his ball worked to catch up with his peers who had been spunking earlier than himself. He had been proud and delighted when Mr Jefferson had suggested a full night's assignation, after the first sloppy fuck in the less than tight manhole Archie had begun to rue his decision. 'My wanking hand is ten times better than this sad excuse for a cunt,' he had thought but he was after all a hormonal lusty and more than randy teenager so he had diligently persevered. As the fuck night wore on he had happily accepted that Mr Jefferson was a ready fuck, never saying no or that he was too tired which sometimes happened with the other bedmates. Archie would afterwards admit that he had learned a lot that night, Mr Jefferson's mancunt gleefully taking his heavy batterings without complaint; even after his overwrought balls had emptied and been fully drained, Mr Jefferson never protested when Archie fucked on despite the pain that he must have undergone. As the night progressed Archie learned more about his ability to control his fucking, learnt how and when to slow dick and rabbit dick, afterwards his bedmates were usually more than pleased to let him into their teenpussies but he avoided any other proposals that came from Mr Jefferson, that was until he had been caught copying. The note than excused him from Registration lay signed on the table beside the sprawled figure of the grunting teacher. Archie concentrated on the writing as he did his best to encourage his cock and balls to perform. His eyes blurring on the written words, Archie thought about the grungy white dirt-stained shorts of Slogger. Rugger stained shorts that hid the taut bubblebut, the bubblebut that he had speared in the changing rooms, Slogger moaning and purring as he was fucked, the muscular body twitching and trembling in response to his deep thrusting teendick. Slogger Wood's six inches of meaty teencock jerked and swivelled as Archie's rocking thrusts caused the rugby playing teenager to wriggle and writhe, the rugby-pussy tight and compressing around his dick. The fertile images of that sweet memorable fuck allowed Archie to plunge and pound Mr Jefferson's measly manpussy with renewed vigour and energy. Mr Jefferson felt the forceful thrusts and knew Archie was close, his own imagination worked away, the images of being fucked twenty times as the School Football Eleven plus the substitutes and the referee and the linesmen when he was just nine did its arousing magic and Mr Jefferson sensed the tantalising twitch and jerk of his balls that signified their work was done. As his sperms gather pace and speed, rushing thought his image energised tubes Archie felt the extra hard compressions working on him and as Mr Jefferson's dick exploded the small spurts of his mandew drooling from his pulsing cockhead Archie's own explosive rocketing bulleting spunk raced through his spermal tubes to blast and batter the veiny manhole that was Mr Jefferson's whiney whorehole. Archie just about stopped himself from leaning over the teacher to kiss him, 'the fuck was enough, no need to embroider it,' his mind told him as he rocked backwards, regaining his thrusting fucking balance to remain steady on his feet. Archie composed himself and stared down at the naked crinkled creased backbone of the slobbering teacher; a ready visual downer which quickly reduced his cum dripping teendick to its wormy unengorged state. Gently his teenworm slid from the puckered wrinkles of Mr Jefferson's fucked manpussy, a slimy trail of sex juices oozing from the gaping aperture to slide incongruously down Mr Jefferson's thigh. Fourteen year old Graham Malton hesitated; he raised his anxious head and froze in place for the moment. The sound that had disturbed him was not repeated and he breathed a sigh of relief. He looked down at her sweet smiling face of the Dickie the school gardener's son. Dickie cooed and smiled back, he was used to Graham stopping doing the nice thing that Graham had introduced him too but he wished he would hurry up as he knew the tingling inside him wanted more stimulation. Graham breathed hard, he was breaking so many rules but the insane inner lust drove him onwards. Gently he worked his hips, fucking his slim four inches of teenprick inside the tight boypussy, Dickie `s smile immediately broadened and broadened as the tingling itching sprang into life. Unconsciously Dickie moved his young body the better to get the silly but so demanding inner itch scratched in just the right way. Graham his weight mostly on his palms felt the slight movements and his teencock roared with delight as the waves of clinging pressure on his glans and shaft tightened and relaxed in ever quickening succession. `He's ready to cum again,' thought Graham and tensing his stomach muscles thrust his slim teenprick deeper and faster inside the snug furrow, Dickie crooning as the warm tingling excitement grew and grew and then he juddered as the wave of heated joy washed over him. "Good boy," he whispered and bent down to gently kiss the hot to touch lips of the five year old. As Dickie relaxed awaiting his next tingling joy Graham pumped steadily at the skin-tight fitting boypussy and as he fucked he blessed the day he had been asked to help out and babysit for the gardener. "I need a volunteer," Mr May had said looking at the five students who were due a flogging, he was already relishing plying the hazel switch across the naked backsides of the boys and knew which one would simper and beg for more and he would happily whack the tender arse with sadistic glee. Today however he needed help, the gardener had won some sort of civic award for his display at the County Show and the invitation to a Civic Dinner had included his wife, the problem was they had a son, little Dickie who would need babysitting. A number of the teachers and their spouses would be attending the dinner in support of the school gardener and this reduced the pool of female babysitters to nil, this meant one of the boys would have to be entrusted with the job. Mr May studied the five miscreants, staring sternly at each of them. Quickly he explained the task that awaited. "I'll do it sir," Graham was not a boy who liked punishment, the prospect of avoiding a flogging was very attractive. "Thank you," Mr May had smiled and then nodded at the five youths, "now strip," he demanded. "But sir?" Graham felt mistreated, "I've volunteered sir don't I...," Mr May growled back quickly, "Volunteering doesn't excuse a flogging Master Malton, now once again strip." The five youths undressed and stood naked their arms buy their sides, no boy in the school ever covered his treasures from anyone's sight and Mr May felt the rush of blood in his dick and another in his thrashing arm. The first naked boy; Grant Hedges, stepped forward, Mr May ran his hand down the taut stomach of the rugby player, enjoying the sensation of the underplay of the teenager's muscles, Grant along with his mate Danno had been caught smoking; a crime that meant six strokes of the cane and this would be repeated every hour during the school day followed by a final thrashing in the dormitory when he would be cuffed to his bed to ensure his hands did not offer himself or any special friend wanking comfort overnight. Mr May's hand dropped lower and caressed the plump teendick, it swiftly thickened and Grant uttered a slight moan of pleasure. Mr May allowed himself a minute of masturbatory pleasure before placing his hand on Grant's waist to spin him around. Grant adjusting his engorged teendick leant over the table, by placing himself at the right angle his teencock would rub against the edge of the table whilst he was thrashed, the subtle pleasure would mitigate the molten heat of the cane on his sensitive buttocks. Mr May checked the four watching boys, smirking as he observed that each youth also sported a jerking erection. His hand rose, the swishing sound of the cane was followed by the thwacking crack as the tough but supple wood met the spongy flesh of Grant's buttocks. The fleshy sound echoed around Mr May's study and Graham flinched as the sound vibrated especially through his body. End of Part Five. To Be Continued.............. (Spanking hot isn't it? Or perhaps it's not your scene? Is it time to call it a day on these horny teenagers? Or maybe you want to find out what Graham gets up to when babysitting? 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