Date: Tue, 8 May 2012 08:47:04 +0200 From: Amy Redek Subject: Schoolboys. Part One. This story is for persons of eighteen years or over. All comments, good or bad, are welcome and all will be answered. Part One PROLOGUE Willoughby Smythe, that's pronounced as Smith, who'd shortened his Christian name to Will, lost his mother when in his teens and his father when he was twenty four. He was left the house in London as well as enough money from stocks and shares as well as the insurance so that he didn't have to really look for work. It was by chance that he saw an advert in a newspaper that advertised a school of sexual awareness, and sent off for further details. This resulted in him attending an interview to be enrolled in the three week course, not cheap, but attractive enough for him to sign up. The money was of no consequence and he didn't have a current girl friend so he wasn't tied up as it were. The school was a pseudo Victorian house in its own grounds and run by Peter and Penny Taylor, being the teachers. Will was one of twelve that turned up and it was when one of the six girls there gave her name, that he fell in love. Her name was Ann and she too fell in love, with him. They were paired off on the first day and then went through agony over the next two weeks as they both watched the other have sex with all the other members of the class. It was Penny and Peter who got them through this by telling and showing them that love came from the heart, not just the body. During this course, Will asked Peter and Penny if he could buy into the school. Not just buy into it, but have a second school built onto the back of the existing building so that the kitchen could be shared and therefore cut the cost of running them as separate entities. This was agreed on and so Will wrote out a cheque for Peter to get the original builder in to see to the construction of a duplicate being attached to house for it to be their second school and that Will and Ann would be the teachers. Ann had agreed to marry Will and become a teacher along the lines of Peter and Penny. So when the existing course finished, the other pupils left and Will stayed behind. One of these pupils was a Chinese half caste girl named Kathy, who had vowed her love for Will but lost out to Ann, but came back into his life later. Will stood in for Peter as a teacher while he saw to the construction of the new addition, which took ten months to complete. A month before its official opening, Will and Ann got married and honeymooned in the Caribbean. It was during their third year there that Ann developed appendicitis and she had Will contact Kathy to see if she would stand in for Ann. She arrived the following day, so excited at being asked and could once again have Will as a lover while Ann was incapacitated. Kathy was also in love with Ann and somehow contrived for Ann to fall in love with her too. This resulted in Kathy becoming a second wife as it were, to Will, but being subservient to both. She stayed on at the second school and stood in if, which did happen at odd times, to step in and take the place of a missing female in the class. Though Kathy slept in the same bed as Ann and Will, she was still only the second wife and therefore wanted a lover of her own. One that would be compliant with having, not only her, but Ann and Will too. Will had not been informed when Ann conspired with Kathy to bring her into their life again and he wasn't told about this latest conspiracy. It was only when he entered his bedroom one night to find now three women in his bed and was pressured, more likely blackmailed, into accepting Dawn, another ex-pupil, as becoming his third wife, unmarried, like Kathy. Strangely enough, it worked, exhausting though it was for Will. It worked to the extent that he got Ann pregnant first; two months later, Kathy and six weeks after that, Dawn was in the same state. Penny had gone berserk at this triple pregnancies and threatened to cut his dick off but that would have deprived her of the sessions she had with Will, so it had to be accepted. The argument that Ann put forward on the girls behalf was that they could also include in the curriculum about the question of babies apart from how they are made. Each in their turn, gave birth and all three turned out to be boys. The boys of this story. * * * * My name is Mark Smythe, son of Will and Dawn, the youngest of my two half brothers, Alan, the eldest, son to Ann and Kim, the second son born to Kathy. I'm sure you can understand that the remembrance of the first five years of our lives are rather hazy and not really worth commenting upon. Except I suppose for two salient points. These being the breasts that women have, for we cannot ever remember not seeing those of our mothers for they spent nearly all of their time being bare up top. The bottom half being covered by a sarong, which was our style of dress when we were at home. Home to us was this school where our father and mothers taught to the pupils all about sex. Our father was dad to us and while we called our own mother mum, we used the proper name of the other two women of Will's life, in my case, Ann and Kathy. They all slept in the main bedroom while we shared the other, though it didn't give us much space with three beds in there. * As I've stated, we don't really remember much before we reached the age of five and can only relate what we have been told. One of the mothers would look after us while the others `worked' in the classrooms. I use the plural for they could switch from one school to other via the monitor room, which I will come to later, or the kitchen. This latter was in the middle of the two really separate schools and served both with the three meals a day. It made economic sense to have just the one kitchen for both, not only in the cost of producing the food but in the staff. * We found it very restrictive when we wanted to play outside in the grounds for we would have to put on clothes. These also had to be worn when we began to attend school in the village, though we were always glad to get back home and get them off and only wear a sarong. Mind you, the place was kept so warm that anything else made you sweat too much. * While we had been growing up, all the mothers went and took driving lessons so that when it came time for us to go to school, One of them would get dressed and take and collect us in the car that we had. It had been drummed into us that we should never, repeated over and over again, never tell anybody about what went on in the school. This we obeyed and it only took a couple of years for us to understand this restriction. Ann, Kathy and mum had not been backward in bringing us forward in respect of learning the alphabet and the times table. We could all read and write and do sums before we even began our proper schooling and so for the first year, we were virtually left to read to ourselves of the many books that they had there. We didn't need the spelling blocks and toys and I think that many of the other parents thought we were precocious because we appeared to shun the other children and stuck together. What delighted our teachers there was that Kim also spoke fluent Cantonese, him being a quarter Chinese, being taught by his mother Kathy. I too, learnt quite a bit but not as good as Kim who seemed to pick it up more easily than I did. He also, a bit later, learned Swahili, from some of the pupils who came to the school. We were also taught, in private as it were, at our home school, wrestling under the tutelage of Uncle Peter and Auntie Penny, though as we got older, were asked to drop the uncle and auntie bit when speaking to them. Here we learnt how to handle ourselves in all in wrestling against both male and female. Though the latter wasn't until some few years later when Penny took an active part. This we only could do when they were in between classes, every fourth week. We were barred from the classroom when the adults had their fighting lessons and it wasn't until we were, I think, about eight years old that we found out why. For it was then that we found out how to work the cameras in the monitor room. * It was Alan who sussed out which switches to use to activate these cameras. From then on, we were hooked at seeing what actually went on in the classroom when they were fighting. Not only them, but what exactly were the lessons being taught to the pupils that attended. Up till then, we only knew that we used our dicks to piss through. Now we saw what else it could be used for in both a woman and a man. It staggered us to see men, well they were to us at the time, sticking their big cocks up into a woman and also into a man's backside. But it was the first time that we were able to turn these on was when our parents were in the classroom with Peter and Penny. Now we had seen our mothers and Penny's tits ever since we could remember but not at seeing our father with an erection, or Peter's if it comes to that. We were mesmerised to see the four women and two men wrestling each other on the futons in one of the classrooms, all bollock naked and trying to throw each other down onto the mats. They switched about so that it was sometimes two females wrestling and one male and a female on two other mats. But it was towards the end that brought forth the gasps at seeing Peter and dad with a massive hard on as they were astride a female, them both panting and the woman's breasts heaving up and down. But to see the women then open their legs and let the man on top of them shove his dick up inside them was what to us, the best bit. To see their backsides move up and down as they, to what we learned, was the fucking of the woman beneath them. It was also amazing to see that the women loved this to the point that they even went and sucked on the cocks when they were pulled out. So began our sex education. * Kim had wanted to turn off the camera when he saw Peter stick his cock up into Kathy, his mother, but we wouldn't let him, besides, we saw dad stick his up into Penny while Ann and Dawn, my mum, having their heads between each other's legs, not quite sure at the time just exactly what they were doing. This we learned later by watching a class being taught the art of cunnilingus. We were, from that point on, hooked on watching what went on in the two classrooms, though this was only at the weekends for we were at school ourselves during the week. It was another four years before we found that we could actually come ourselves with our masturbation. In the meantime, we learned an awful lot by just watching the current pupils going through their paces. Though it was only during our parents sessions at the end of the classes that we actually got to see two men being together, this being dad and Peter, having male anal sex. I'll admit this now, that this really turned me on and wondered when I would get the chance to experience this, for having watched them two do it, I got a massive hard on and had to suffer because I couldn't, at the time, relieve myself of the pain I would get at seeing this. That also, I couldn't ease the ache I felt in my very own insides at watching this. So the three of us went through this pre-pubescent period in seeing all the actions of sex but not being able to see to our own building frustration. It was a four agonising years before something was done about this. In the meantime, the mothers took it in turns to take and collect us from school, with us earning good grades. But it was always a relief to get back home to strip off and wear our sarongs and rush to the monitor room to see what was happening in the classrooms. * But the best was when Alan reached his tenth birthday. A table was set up for us in the dining room for us to celebrate this with all the current pupils. Now we normally had our meals at separate times to those said pupils, when they were in the classroom, but for this day, we dined with them. My, what a fuss was made of him when it was announced why we were dining with them on this evening. A cake was brought out with all the ten candles on and they all said Happy Birthday to him and all the girls came over and kissed him. He was even able to kiss the first two pairs of breasts until Ann stopped the others from trying to shove a tit in his mouth. Mind you, Kim and I didn't go without a kiss and get to kiss or at least tongue a nipple or two in the process. From then on, we dined with them at dinner and other meals over the weekends. It was lovely to see all those tits on display during these times and we would discuss the merits of each when we were in our beds in the evening. We would play with our own dicks while in the speaking but still not able to bring forth the desired result. It was the same with Kim's birthday, though a different class of pupils and mine a scant six weeks later. It was nice to get the kisses and the odd tit and didn't object when one of the boys kissed me either. * Over the next two years we watched and agonised over seeing these males cover the women and get their rocks off while we strove like mad to come ourselves. Tits and cocks galore we saw being sucked and played with and the ultimate of seeing the latter being put inside a female or a man, also the odd premature ejaculation and seeing it spray out over the stomach or thighs of the losing out woman. I won't say it was the best, but it was definitely the most looked forward to event, and that was when the school's were empty of pupils. Then we could see our respective mothers, dad, Peter and Penny have their monthly battle in one of the classrooms. Seeing the giving and receiving of a rampant cock being used in one sex or another, be it the mouth, fanny or arse. The three of us couldn't wait to experience this at seeing the joy on all of the faces at both the giving and receiving of a rampant cock and we all wished that we would get to have a cock the same size, if not bigger, than what our father sported. Tackle wise, the three of us were built almost the same, but not in the rest of our bodies. Alan was rangy and had a good arm length which stood him in good stead when we had our monthly wrestling matches. I was around the same height as him but more solidly built and heavier, whereas Kim was shorter, wiry and very, very quick on the mats. It was Alan with the arm length, me with the weight and Kim with the agility. If all this could have been welded into one, now that would have been a formidable opponent. Oh, one other thing. I was the better looking of the three of us. * It was me that gave away the secret that the three of us had been watching the adults at their monthly wrestling matches, and the following sex that took place between them. It was accidental, my mouth speaking out before my brain was in gear. When the latest class of pupils left, these adults had their usual session and I was able to pick up the words that were spoken at the conclusion of the bouts between them. Then of course we watched the fornication that took place between all six of them, wishing that we were able to join in. The sucking of the female sexual parts, the sucking of a rampant cock as well as those luscious tits and get the ultimate of stuffing our dicks up into a female. Now this caused us a quandary as I don't think that any of us wanted to fuck the mother of the others. This only left Penny, and so the speculation began as to if there was the slightest chance of one of us having it away with her in the near future. `She's not going to take on any of us,' said Kim. `We're still kids to her.' `Why not? You must admit she's getting a bit past it,' Alan observed. `Besides, who else is there? We're not going to be allowed into any of the classes because of our age.' `She's not going to bother with us if we can't come,' I added, which led us to increase our efforts at night, jerking off to try and come, conjuring up images of all the tits, fannies and cocks that we had seen on the monitors. The nights in our room was full of grunts and groans as we worked our hands on our cocks, trying, trying like mad to get that first ejaculation. It was eighteen months later before I cried in both joy, relief, exultation and pride in finally getting through that pain threshold and came over the sheets and my hand, the sperm shooting everywhere. `I've done it!' I cried out. `I've come at last!' `What?' `You have?' were the voices of the other two. `Yes! And I'm in a fucking mess,' I cried, almost shouting out with glee in finally shooting my load. `Come and look.' The bedroom light was turned on and the other two came over to see my erection, still dribbling, and the mess on the sheets and my hand, also what was dripping onto my thigh. I couldn't help but laugh at seeing those two, naked and with their cocks sticking out in front of them. Kim turned away first, his hand working like mad on his prick as he moved back to his bed and Alan just snorted as he went to his. Yes, I cried to myself. That's one in the eye for you Alan, me, the youngest coming first. Boy, was I over the moon at this, to me, a momentous occasion by finally having an orgasm. It boosted my morale no end, so much that I was shortly to let the cat out of the bag. * It was on the Monday after the latest class had finished and left. Peter and Kim had gone to London for interviews and it was our turn in the classroom. Wrestling that is, under the supervision of Penny. She was as usual, just wearing her sarong as we were, her breasts, now drooping a little but still a magnificent pair to look at. I'd had two fifteen minute bouts with the other two before asking Penny if she would give me a match. `Do you think you're capable?' she asked of me, not quite sneering as she asked. `Well I won't know until we try,' I replied. `Okay,' she said, getting up from where she'd been sitting on the podium and coming to meet me on the mats. I tried my hardest to keep my eyes off those swinging breasts that were most off putting. She always, I had noticed on the monitors, used them for this specific purpose and came unstuck with me. She used a ploy that I'd seen before, feinting first to the left and then to the right, making those tits swing before moving to take me from the right. But I was ready for her and managed to get a good hold and twist her round and with her off balance, slammed her down onto the mats with me falling on top of her. What a cushion! Falling onto those thighs and squashing her tits with my chest, and found that I'd got an instant erection. It was between our two stomachs and I knew damn well that she could feel it. Then I said the words. `To the victor goes the spoils.' Her eyes went slightly wider. `Where did you hear that?' she said, still panting, our sweaty chests sticking together and I could feel her heart thumping away. `In the monitor room,' I said, my voice sounding a little hoarse. `We've been watching for years now and are wondering when do we get a chance to take part.' `But you're only a child,' she panted and, well I couldn't help it, for my cock began to twitch between us. `Half child and half man. I can come now,' I said with a little pride in my voice. Her hands were still holding my shoulders as we spoke and now she moved me a little on top of her, making my cock move between us. `Please Penny,' I begged. `You're the only one that can help me. We've seen so much and it's driving me wild.' I saw a twinkle come into her eye and a small smile came over her face. `I'll have to talk to your mother first,' she said. `No!' I cried, moving myself on top of her. `You can't!' `If you want me to help you, I'll have to get her permission first,' she said, still moving me on top of her, the breasts rubbing against my chest and I gave out a groan and shuddered on top of her and came into my sarong. She smiled and held me tight knowing just what had happened to me. `I think she'll agree when I tell her that you are ready,' she said softly for my ears only. `Thank you Penny,' I said and kissed her. Not the usual kiss we used to give to the others but a more private one that she knew was for her alone. `Now let me get up and you can go and have a shower and put a clean sarong on.' I reluctantly moved up and off those lovely full breasts, coming apart with a squelching sound as I rolled over onto my knees and got up. I went towards the other two as Penny got up from the mats and knew that they hadn't heard what Penny and I had said. `You've got a hard on,' Kim said in a whisper. `So would you have if you could lay on those tits,' I said. `Well he's the first to have done that,' Penny said in a loud voice. `Which one of you other two want to try and be the next.' `I'm next,' said Alan, getting up and moving over to the mats as I went off to the showers. There I cleaned the mess I'd made up on my stomach as well as washing the sweat off my body and putting on a clean sarong, of which the classroom had plenty, went back in to find Kim flat on his back. I guessed by seeing him like that that Alan hadn't beat her, and neither had Kim from where he was now. This made me smile even more. `You lucky sod,' was what Kim said to me as we had our dinner at a separate table from the adults that evening. `I nearly caught her,' said Alan in a disgruntled tone of voice. `I didn't have a chance,' Kim said morosely. `How did you manage it?' he asked of me. `By studying the way she moves when fighting the others, and went the opposite way,' I said, `and got lucky. Do you know I came when I was lying on top of her?' I said, not being able to help boasting. `You didn't?' Kim breathed out, his eyes wide. `Did she know that you did?' Alan asked, his eyes alight. `Yes. She told me to go and clean myself up and get a clean sarong,' I laughed. With dinner over, we all went into the bar where we were given a soft drink each while they had something stronger and as soon as we'd finished ours, we were told to get off to bed as they wished to talk. It wasn't to bed we went, but straight into the monitor room and turned on the camera there as well as the hidden microphone. We were just in time for they had gotten some fresh drinks before they had sat down to talk. It was Penny who started to speak first and my heart leapt up into my mouth, wondering if she was going to tell them what I had said to her, but it was news that we didn't want to hear. `I think it's about time that I retired from this business,' was Penny's opening statement. There were cries of protest from mum, Ann, Kathy and dad, Peter remaining silent. `No, no,' she said, waving her hands to silence the others. `Peter and I have already discussed this and I'm not quite the woman I was when you others first came to the school. Look! My tits are now beginning to droop.' `What a droop!' Dad said with a leer and licked his lips. `You're a biased fan,' Penny laughed, `but seriously. I am not the kind of woman to now stand in front of a class and let them see these things when I see such healthier ones before me.' There were protests again from the others. `But it's not only that,' she said over their voices. `Today I was thrown on the mats by an eleven year old boy.' `Who?' came the cry. `Mark,' and I saw the smile on my mother's face at it being me. `What is more, he is close now to becoming a man from what I felt when he lay on top of me.' `No!' exclaimed dad. `Don't worry Will,' she laughed. `He's not as big as you yet, but I think he will be.' They all laughed at the pun. `Not only that, but he came in his sarong.' Again there was a chorus of no's. `I think you have three very smart young boys there Will and you mothers should be proud of them. They are that bright that they have found out how to use the monitor room and wouldn't be at all surprised if they weren't watching and listening to us at this very moment.' All six heads turned to look up at the hidden camera and we three shrank back as though they could actually see us. Their heads turned back as Penny carried on speaking. `Now they've been looking at what goes on here for I don't know how long and have seen it all. The classroom with the students and the same with us.' There were gasps from the mothers, hands going to their mouths as they looked once again at the camera. `Yes. They've seen all that we do together and I think that it's about time that they should be taken in hand before anyone else does, if you get my drift.' This caused the three mothers to go into a huddle and whisper between themselves as Will tried to listen in too, though we couldn't hear what they were saying. `Er, can I say something?' Peter asked in a loud voice to break up the confab. `Penny,' he began when he got their attention, `has said that she wishes to retire, which is the main topic of this meeting. By retire, she means that she no longer stands on the podium in front of a class. We would like one of you other three ladies to stand in, in her place as it were, as the teacher in the other school. I will still be there for a couple of years yet until one of the boys is able to step into my sarong as it were. We are both into our middle forties now and not really have the energy or the figure for it. Even I'm getting a paunch now,' he laughed, as did the others. `But seriously. Penny is right in saying that it is better that we teach them about sex than have them find out by other means, you know, the bicycle shed and others that prey on the young. Penny has felt, and I agree with her, that you three, meaning no disrespect, cannot really because of the close ties of parentage, take on the task. Penny, with my agreement, has er, volunteered to take the boys in hand so to speak but only with your approval. Mark has already shown that he can now have an ejaculation, of the other two I cannot say, but the decision lies with you.' Say yes, say yes, I was pleading in my mind, having the vision of Penny's open legs and me being able to stick my dick in between them and fuck her. `We'll let you talk the matter over between you but as I said, those boys are growing up fast. Also, would it be agreeable for one of you ladies to step in as my co-teacher? That are the two main reasons for having this meeting.' With that, drinks were downed and the meeting broke up. We quickly turned off the microphone and monitor and scurried off to our room before they had time to come up to our floor. We were not prepared for our door to be opened. `I'll speak to you three tomorrow,' said dad before closing the door again. `How did the hell they know we knew how to work the monitor room?' Alan asked in the darkness. Neither Kim or myself answered him and it wasn't long before I heard the other two groaning again as they jerked themselves off, trying to get their first emission. I lay there with a smug smile on my face as I jerked off and came into the handkerchief I had handy. *