Date: Fri, 25 Jan 2013 08:30:32 +0000
From: dicktheprophet@hotmail.co.uk
Subject: St. Trinians' Groundsman's Sex Education

I was lucky to get the job really. I had been brought up in an orphanage
and I was not very self reliant.  I left school when I was 14 and was
employed as a trainee with the Council Parks Department. I also left the
orphanage and was put with foster parents until I was 17. I had graduated
from the Parks department when I was 18 and went to Guildford's Job centre
who had sent me to work in a large Nursery garden centre. I did this job
for four years and then I wanted to do something different I left and
looked for something new. The Job Centre sent me out to this School saying
that they had a job for a groundsman there, I was well pleased. It was not
far out of town where I had been living in a bed-sit.

I soon found the entrance, as there was this large old sign which said
First Aid Nursing Yeomanry School and below it Territorial Women's Army
Training School. On the other side of the entrance, was the sign saying
St.Trinians School for Young Girls. I cycled up to the front door of a
large mansion with large grounds. I knocked on the door and waited. I heard
lots of noise inside but no one answered the door, so I pushed it and went
in. Inside, it was a large hall with a staircase in front of me and lots of
doors leading off it. I could see nobody so I called out. "Hello?

There was silence, so I sat down in the hall and waited. After about ten
minutes all the doors opened and a crowd of girls came running out going in
all directions -- ignoring me. Then at last I was seen and a middle aged
woman saw me and asked who I was and want did I want. I explained and
showed her my job slip.  "I am the Headmistress Miss Frinton. Have you been
a Groundsman before?"

"No ma'am, but I worked four years with the Council Parks, and then with a
Nursery"

"Good. When can you start?"

"I could start today. Will I be able to live here?"

"Oh Yes. There is a flat for you in the old Chapel, where we also keep all
the mowers etc."

We went round the back of the mansion and there was this old chapel with
stone walls and a steep roof and stained glass windows in it. She told me
the history of the old building. There had been a convent on the site but
the nuns had been thrown out in Henry VIII's time. The whole estate had
been bought by a rich Tudor merchant and rebuilt. He died before it had
been finished but his wife lived in it for many years. Then, in Victorian
times, the mansion was bought by a Lady Broughton. She had the chapel
adapted to be a coach house with a flat upstairs for the coachmen, and the
rest of the mansion was also rebuilt and expanded.

"So this estate has always belonged to, and been used by women alone?"

"Oh yes, during the First World War, it was leased to the First Aid Nursing
Yeomanry - the Princess Royal's Volunteer Corps, the first all female
independent unit of nursing. It reverted back to Lady Broughton who
modernised it a bit and built a swimming pool and also laid down a tennis
court for use when she entertained guests on weekends. Then in the Second
World War, it was sold to the War Department for use by another all female
army unit, the Territorial Women's Army for Training purposes. The mansion
was doubled in size for accommodation, dining rooms and kitchen etc. for
the women. The stable block was demolished and a separate house built for
the instructors. The domestic staff came in from the nearby village."

I asked what happened to the old groundsman.

"Oh he died of a heart attack when he tried to run from some of the
girls. It's no surprise, he smoked too much, and had a terrible cough."

"Why was he running away?"

"He was dirty old man and they had caught him leering at the young girls in
the swimming pool."

I was suitably warned and I resolved not to do that.

She took me then to meet the School's Bursar. He was a very effeminate man
and shook my strong brown hands with his soft white ones.

"We will pay you twenty pounds a week before tax and insurance with full
board and longing. I hope you do well here. You will live in the old Chapel
which is above the garden shed. I live in the school lodge by the entrance.

I returned to my bed-sit, collected my things and told the landlord I was
going. I strapped my suitcase on the back of my bike and pedalled back to
the school. I went in, and went into my new home. It was a loft, a floor
had been put into the old Chapel and I could see the roof rafters above
me. On the ground floor was a sit-on mowing machine with a gang mower, plus
all the necessary equipment for my job.

There was toilet, a hand basin and a small shower in a separate room. I
looked around and found a collection of photographs. They were of the
girls, some were exercising in their blue knickers, others were sitting
down and one could see up their skirts to view their pants, and some were
of girls pissing behind a wooden hut. These last few excited me. I had
never seen a girl's quim and this one was also pissing!

The room was dirty and the bed linen soiled. I went to the kitchen into the
back entrance and mentioned this to the staff. They were horrified that no
one had cleaned it up after the dirty old man had died.

"We'll come over right away."

Four of them came over and tore out all the old man's stuff and burnt it
all. They could hardly bring themselves to touch the sheets. They burned
all of his clothes, and his girly magazines and photos. Then they gave me a
tin of white emulsion and I painted the whole area. In the small bathroom,
they used bleach on all surfaces.

"I don't know how we tolerated having this man on our premises."

"He came with the house," said one woman. "The old Miss Frinton died after
her old school was blown up and burnt when the Fourth Form girl's spirit
Still exploded. Her niece, Annie Frinton inherited it and sold it to a
developer. She used the money, together with the reward money for finding
the Train Robbery loot, to buy this place. It used to be used by the FANYS
in First World War and then by the TWATS that is the Training of Women's
Auxiliaries in the Second one. She oversaw the modernisation and adaptation
of the place to be a school for girls. It is said that some of the bags of
old bank notes were never found by the police, but Annie Frinton did before
it was sold, and she paid most of the builders in cash."

I slept well and started my first day's work after a breakfast which was
served in the kitchen with the other staff. I mowed the playing fields and
put up the lacrosse nets and the hockey goal boards. I watched them play
from a distance. I thought that they played very roughly and there seemed
to be a lot of fouls. Another thing I noticed was that the young girls
watching the games had on long skirts to their ankles and the older girls
had short skirts well above their knees. I asked the staff at supper why
was that.

"It's a matter of pride with them that they wear the same skirt all through
their career here, so it starts off long and ends looking short!"

Apparently I was also expected to carry out all the maintenance work as
well. One job I had was to look after, was the coal fired boiler, for
heating the water and for the central heating. In the winter it would
require constant stoking but in the summer it was only used to heat water
for baths and washing water. There was also a Still which I know was
illegal, but I was told it was a tradition of St. Trinians to make their
own gin and vodka for their own use.

The old house used to have all their vegetables supplied from their walled
garden. There was a large building at the entrance to the old walled area
which was converted into a changing rooms, showers and lavatories for the
girls to use. It also housed the pump and chlorination mechanism.

I settled in nicely and worked hard to put right what my predecessor had
left not done. It was the start of the summer term in May, and the old
gardener had died in the second week of the term. He had not started on
cutting the grass for instance. At the end of my first week on Friday, the
bursar paid me eighteen pounds five shillings in cash.

"Would you like to come out to dinner with me tomorrow night?"

I accept and put a clean shirt and wore my only jacket and tie. The bursar,
called Simon drove me to Guildford where we went to a Berni Inn and I had a
steak, my first ever, with a glass of red wine, then drove me back.

"Come in and have a drink with me."

We went into his small cottage and he gave me a drink.

"Have a drink of this, it is gin which the teachers have made last term.

"I thought it was illegal to make your own gin.

"Well...  yes, but they have this small still in the school's chemical
laboratory, and that is licensed, but the bigger one in the cellar is
not!!" He laughed.

 I had never had spirits before, not being able to afford them, this one
took my breath away and I spluttered and felt a burning sensation down my
throat, but I also felt my cheeks glow and my eyes opened wide.

"Wow that's some drink!"

We carried on drinking for a bit and then he leaned over and rubbed my
crotch. I could feel my cock grow as he did it.

"Do you play with your cock?"

"No never."

"Well let me show you what you have been missing."

He opened my flies and pulled out my limp prick. He played with it a bit
and it slowly became erect as he stroked it; then he put it in his mouth,
it felt good and I became fully erect. He then pushed his mouth down on to
it moved it up and down. It was very pleasant and I suddenly felt an
overwhelming feeling and I came in his mouth.

"Wow that was something I have never experienced before."

"Would you like to do that to me now?"

"Ok well only use my hand." So I frigged him quickly. He tried to push my
head down but I didn't fancy putting his prick in my mouth so I pushed back
on his hand. He cried out and came all over my hand, sticky and white
sperm.

"Yuck" I said and wiped my hand on his trousers. I got up then and left
hurriedly

"Thanks for the drink" I said as I went out.

I worked hard for the next week as there was a lot of grass cutting and
other jobs to do. I also explored the place. On the other side of the
school, there was a building which had been a house for the head
gardener. It had two floors and had a large green house on one side which
had been now furnished as a conservatory. This was heated by a large boiler
which served for the house's central heating as well. It was used by the
sixth form girls as a club to spend their spare time in. I came into their
house and asked where the boiler was, as I was expected to get it to
work. In the conservatory there were several girls lounging about the
area. I didn't want to chat to them but they started to take an interest in
me first. `What's your name? Have you a girlfriend?` and other such
questions.

Then a girl called Wendy asked if I had ever been kissed. "No, I've never
had the chance."

"Well then we will have to do something about that!"

She came over to me to where I was sitting on a wicker chair and sat on my
lap and kissed me on the lips.

"Relax your lips and open your mouth a bit." Then she kissed me again and
pushed her tongue into my mouth.

"There you are, was thay nice?"

"Oh yes, it was terrific. Can we do it again?"

Wendy kissed me again and for longer. She put her arms around me and smiled
back at the other girls.

"I think I've found myself a new boy friend."

The next day I had to see to a delivery of coal for the boilers and I got
terribly dirty. I went into the kitchen to wash my hands and face. The
house keeper insisted I had a bath and took me into her room.

"Now strip off and I'll wash those clothes and you can put on clean ones."

"These are the only trousers and shirt I've got!"

"Well strip off and brush them down, we'll have to go to town and buy you
some new ones."

I took off my clothes and stood there waiting to be told what to do
next. The woman, Joan, looked at me nude and said "You're so thin! Didn't
your mum feed you?"

"I'm an orphan, I have no mum," and I burst into tears.

The nice woman came and gave me a hug as I cried my heart out. This was the
first show of affection I had ever had. This was 1969 and kisses and hugs
were not usual between people who were not married.

I went in the School's car into town with the house keeper and I was bought
everything I could need. Underpants, shirts, shoes, boots, a donkey jacket,
and a pair of tough trousers called denim jeans. Joan paid for it all with
cheques.

I was so happy, I put on my best outfit and went to the girl's club and
showed them. There were three girls sitting in the downstairs room.

"Look at my new clothes -- even underpants, they're called Y-fronts!"

"Well, let's see them then".

I dropped my trousers in front of the four girls and they all wowed. Then
Wendy came over and started to run her hands over my body.

"My, you're thin." Then she ran her hands over my underpants.

"What have you in here?" She pulled down my pants and saw my prick.

"Oh that's not small. I wonder what it would be like when it's stiff?"

She dropped to her knees and started to play with it. Then as it grew
bigger she put her mouth down on to it.

"That feels nice." I said.

Wendy looked up at me and smiled with her eyes; her mouth being full at the
time. I looked over at the other girls and they looked interested and one
of them had put her hands up her short skirt and down her
knickers. Gradually and quickly I could feel this tremendous emotion.

"Oh God that's wonderful... Oh yes."

Wendy pulled her mouth off my prick and stood up.

"Now it's your turn to please me. Get down on your knees and kiss my
fanny."

I did as I was told and pushed my head up her skirt. Then I reached up and
pulled her white knickers off. I eased them over her feet and she opened up
her legs, I moved in and pushed my head up to her crotch so I could kiss
her fanny. It was lightly covered in hair and I could see her dark crack
easily. I put my mouth onto it and tentatively licked upwards. The more I
licked it, the more juice flowed out. I was really beginning to like the
taste and smell.

"Suck and lick my clitoris." Wendy said. "That's it Dickie, munch your
first muff. I'm teaching you how to pleasure a girl."

I licked her for about five minutes. She had me alternating between licking
and sucking her cunt, stabbing my tongue in and out, sucking and licking
her clit. Sometimes she took control and roughly mashed my face into her
pussy.

She squealed as she started squirting stuff into my mouth. At first I
thought she was pissing in my mouth and tried to back away but she had a
firm grip on the back of my head which kept me in place. Then I realised it
was more of her pussy juice. Could women cum too? Instinct made me open my
mouth and accept the warm tasty liquid. Her sexy lithe body shook and
shuddered.

I moved out from under her skirt and stood up. She held my face between her
hands again and pulled me in for a passionate kiss. My prick was standing
outwards so I pushed it between her thighs. Wendy broke off our kiss and
pushed my body back a bit. I looked down as my prick flicked upwards and
spunk flew out the end. The other girls clapped and laughed.

"Well done Wendy, that was at least three feet."

I had a big smile on my face and my knees felt weak. I pulled up my pants
and trousers. The girls were very nice to me and gave me a cup of tea. I
looked at their boiler another day when they were in classes -- I was too
knackered.

I didn't have an opportunity to go back to their club till a week after,
when I had been told to go and `sort out` their lavatory. I knocked on the
door and went in. There were only two girls in the room -- Wendy and one
called Maria. She was dark skinned and had a lovely soft voice with a trace
of a Spanish accent.

"Come in Dickie, I'll show you the problem." Wendy said.

We went up stairs to the bathroom.

"This is a new lavatory. It was installed in place of an old one which had
a cistern right up near the ceiling, and it should work but it's not
working properly."

I walked in and took the lid off the cistern. I had never seen the inside
of one before but I soon worked out how it worked and I could see that the
valve screw needed turning a bit more. When I pressed the handle it worked
perfectly.

"Oh thank you. We couldn't use it."

Wendy threw her arms around me and kissed me hard and then she slipped her
tongue in and kept on pressing her lips on mine.

"I think it's time for you to have your second lesson in sex. Take your
clothes off."

So I took my clothes off and put them in a neat pile, then I sat on a
bed. Then Wendy took off her short gym slip and blouse, revealing her bra,
white knickers and black stockings. I goggled. Then she slowly started to
take off her bra and pants. She began make music.

"Di da da daa, did a da daa, did dad a daa...." I recognised the tune of
the `Stripper`. She revealed a lovely pair of breasts, and a hairy twat. I
could feel my penis grow to full erection. I kissed her lovely brown
nipples and raised my hands and fondled her tits. They weren't very large
and she didn't have to wear a bra, but they were firm and I loved them!

"Now kiss the other one..... suck on my nipples..... oh yes that's great."

"On your knees Dickie and worship at my temple of love!"

I kneeled in front of her and looked at her narrow slit partially covered
by hair. She pulled my head into her crotch and said "Now lick me, Dickie
boy."

I grabbed her two bum cheeks and pushed my tongue inside what I could
reach. She opened her legs and pushed her hips forward. I could now get
right inside of her. Her cunt tasted delicious if a bit salty from her last
piss, she held my head tightly and gave a big shudder and pushed me away.

"Lie down on the bed now and I will fuck you."

So I laid down on the nearest bed with my penis standing straight up. She
threw her leg over mine and grasped my prick in her right hand and then
looking down, rubbed it against herself and then sank down on it. She gave
a groan and shuddered as I went all the way up her cunt. She stayed still
for a moment, and leant forward with her hands on my chest, breathing
heavily. Then she lifted herself up and started to fuck me. Up and down she
slid on my prick. I had my hands on her neat round arse, helping her
move. I could feel my sperm moving up and I was in ecstasy. I gripped her
bum and one of my fingers popped into her arse hole. Wendy gave a scream of
joy as she orgasmed. She then slumped down onto my chest.

Maria had been watching all this and came close to us and hugged us both
and shuddered against us.

"That was fantastic, I want to do it too, Now!"

Wendy climbed off and said "he's all yours" and she went off to the
bathroom.

Maria then jumped off the bed and pulled her dark blue knickers off, and
jumped back onto the bed. She walked on her knees up the bed and straddled
my head.

"Now kiss my pussy!"

I licked, I slurped, I enjoyed myself and got my face all wet. Maria moved
her cunt back and forward on my nose rubbing it against herself. Then
suddenly I felt a hand on my prick moving my foreskin up and down; then a
mouth enveloped it. Oh it was so good. I could feel my erection returning
as I was gobbled.

I heard Wendy's voice say "He's stiff now, you can fuck him."

Maria moved down my body with my hands still on her bum cheeks. Then she
grabbed hold of my prick, rubbed it up and down her slit and then bore down
on to it; she waited a moment as she shuddered with a small orgasm, then
she began to fuck me. It was wonderful. She was so wet and I was so hard. I
had fired off once, so this time I was lasting longer. Maria suddenly went
stiff and then stopped moving and collapsed on top of me.

"Don't stop now!"

I was still holding her hips so I moved her around so I was on top and
fucked her hard and fast. Then I came and I stiffened and fell onto her. I
felt my prick shrink and slip out and I slid sideways on to the bed. We
hugged each other gently and she kissed me tenderly.

"You're my first man!"

"You're my second girl!"

Afterwards I felt full of smiles. It was noticed when I sat down for supper
in the school kitchen.

"You're looking happy today! Who's tickled your fancy?" said the cook as
she put down my supper in front of me.

"I'm just happy to be here amongst friendly people" I replied.

"That's nice; you're turning out to be just the person we were hoping
for. The last groundsman was such miserable old letch."

Those first sexual experiences altered my whole outlook on life. It was
like looking at life with rose tinted glasses. I also looked at girls
differently, now I would now look at their breasts, their legs and their
face and pick out the good ones from the bad. I felt a tremendous pull
towards Maria. I felt as though she had captured my heart if and not just
my tool. We had made love not had sex.

I took to hanging about near the Sixth Form house hoping for a chance to
see her and hopeful to repeat my performance. I got my chance when I saw
Wendy sitting outside having a coffee. I approached and asked if Maria was
about.

"Yes she's upstairs, go up and see her."

I went quickly into the house; it seemed empty -- the other girls must be
in a class. I climbed the stairs and looked around the dormitory, no sight
of her. I heard moans coming from the bathroom. I rushed in thinking that
she must be in pain but instead I saw Maria sitting on the loo furiously
rubbing her cunt. Her short skirt was up round her waist and her dark blue
knickers were down and hanging off her left foot. She saw me and moaned.

"Lick me lick me fuck me... oh yes do it to me...."

I hesitated, what should I do. I decided to act and I dropped to my knees
in front of her and put my face between her knees. She looked down at me.

"Ahhhhh do it do it to me now..."

I put my mouth onto her hairy twat and pushed my tongue inside her cunt. I
wiggled it about as she put both hands on my head holding me tightly
against herself. I was suffocating but I carried on having my face
used. Then suddenly I was pushed away.

"Quickly change places ... I want to fuck you."

I tore down my trousers to my ankles and turned around to sit on the
seat. Maria straddled my thighs grabbed hold of my prick and dropped
herself down on to me. Her cunt was tight around it but wet, slippery and
felt beautiful. I held her with two hands and thrust upwards into her;
once, twice, adjusting my movements to hers, to build up a rhythm.

"Come now, come inside me I want to feel you shoot your spunk!"

My hands were gripping her bum cheeks. I accidentally slid round and my
fore-finger slipped into her arse hole. I felt her cunt tighten as she
pushed herself down onto my thighs. I could feel my cock spurt out its
sperm right into her womb. We held each other in a hug, as we descended
from the heights of ecstasy. Then we put our clothes back on and went
downstairs. Wendy got up and made us a cup of tea in the kitchen.

"You look like you need a bit of refreshment!"

We sat around then and chatted. It occurred to me that we hadn't used any
French letters when we fucked.

"Have I made you pregnant now? Will I have to marry you?"

"No, you're safe. We've been instructed in the Marie Stopes birth control."

"What's that?"

"Well, Marie Stopes published a book called `Married Love` in 1918 and gave
the details of how to avoid pregnancy by only making love when a woman is
infertile. A women's periods, are every 28 days; she bleeds for four to
seven days, then is fertile for twelve days, then infertile for seven
days. We are now in the infertile time and we can fuck safely!"

"Wow I never heard of that before."

"If you want to fuck us again, you had better buy some condoms."

So on the next Saturday I cycled into town and bought two packets of
three. I called into the girl's club house on the next Wednesday in the
afternoon. There were three girls this time, the third one was called
Joan. She had glasses on and was slightly plump.

I sat down and had a cup of tea with them and talked. I managed to get the
talk around to sex as that was the reason for my coming here.

Wendy spoke. "There's no chance of you fucking us this week. We all have
our periods now."

"What, all of you?"

"Yes, because we sleep in the same room, all our periods start at the same
time."

"Oh." I said deeply disappointed. Having tasted of the apple, I wanted
more. Everyone was silent in thought for a few minutes, then Joan spoke. "I
have read that Portuguese women allow their bum holes to be used for sex
instead of their vaginas so that they don't get pregnant. We could try that
way, couldn't we?"

Wendy answered, "Yes I sure Dickie could do that to you. Come on let's go
upstairs and try."

We all ran upstairs with Joan squealing with excitement. I sat on one bed
and removed my boots, trousers and Y-fronts. Joan sat on another and undid
her skirt and pulled down her white knickers with her back to me and then
jumped up on to the bed and wiggled her bum at me. It was a lovely white
arse which contrasted nicely with the black stockings she was still
wearing. I could see her twat, with black hair covering the dark slit of
her cunt. There was a white string of her tampon coming out from her
cunt. Her arse hole also had a few hairs around it; I felt drawn towards it
so I bent down and pulled her cheeks open and pushed my face inwards. My
tongue flicked out and I licked her wrinkled hole. I felt Joan shiver with
excitement or anticipation.

"That's right Dickie, lubricate her hole while I look for something better
in the bathroom." I pushed my tongue in as far as I could, then I pushed my
finger in -- there was nothing stopping it.

"Here, I have found a tub of Vaseline, put this on her hole."

I scooped up a blob of the jelly and pushed it into her rosebud. Then I
rubbed some on the purple head of my prick, and I gave it a bit of a wank
to stiffen it. I climbed onto the bed and put my legs either side of Joan's
so as to have access to her bum hole. I held my prick and moved my hips
forward until I was touching her arsehole then I pushed it inwards. The
head went in and then I could not push any further.

"You're too tight! Relax it a bit"

Maria spoke up, "I'll frig your clitty to excite you."

She put her hand underneath Joan's belly and found her cunt and started to
rub her clitoris. I felt Joan's sphincter muscle relax, so I pushed it in
further and then pulled out and pushed it in again, even further.

"This is nice; it feels good. What do you feel?"

"It feels queer, but nice in a funny sort of way. Keep rubbing my nub,
Maria I'm getting there."

I started to move in and out quicker, the pressure on my penis was great
but wonderful. I felt I was in ecstasy. Suddenly I couldn't stop; the
explosion of sperm was about to happen. I pulled back and my cock head came
right out. I thrust forwards, missed her now gaping hole, but caught it in
her plump bum cheeks crack, and it exploded spunk onto her back and
blouse. I fell back onto my thighs and looked down at the mess.

Maria ran off to the bathroom and came back with a flannel and wiped Joan's
back and then offered it to me. I used it and then dressed. We all went
downstairs and had another nice cup of tea.

Hot summer sunshine came to St Trinians. I had to fill the pool and
chlorinate the water. The pump room was on one side of the pool so I was in
the room when the pool was invaded by hoards of little girls all dressed in
blue costumes. Why do little girls always scream when they're in the water?
It's perfectly safe and two mistresses are looking after them but they
scream like they are being raped when in fact they are having fun. I
couldn't help but look at the girls little figures – most were flat
chested but some had mounds and some had full breasts with sharp nipples. I
also looked at the crotches of some of the older ones, who had pubic hair
protruding from their costumes. I became embarrassed and quickly left.

I went for a walk around the perimeter wall which went behind the back of
the sports pavilion that stood overlooking the playing fields. It was an
old wooden bungalow and was used to watch cricket matches, but it didn't
have any toilets, so the girls went around the corner and pissed, out of
sight by some bushes.

I had forgotten the photos I had seen and I came upon the sight of two
sixth form girls with their pants down, pissing, as I walked up from a
copse of trees by the back wall. The sight of their bare bums and the flow
of urine was exciting. I could feel my cock get stiff in my trousers. I
stood still and just watched until the flow had stopped and they pulled up
their knickers.

I walked around the other side of the hut and went into it
nonchalantly. Inside were three girls from the Finishing School who I
didn't know, but they knew me.

"Hi there! I have never been here before. Is it ever used now?"

"Hi Dickie, come on in. Oh yes the place is used to change in and to sit in
when the other side is fielding at cricket."

The three girls were smoking cigarettes. One was big and blond, called
Sonia, one who had copper red hair was Pamela and the third one, a mousy
brunette, was Jean.

All three girls were sitting in a big sofa with their feet up on a
table. Their skirts were minis as was the style of that year, and I could
see their white thighs and knickers. Each girl wore pants of a different
colour to show that they were sixth form girls, but they still wore the
black stockings which came to just above their knees. The contrast was
fabulous. I liked the white pair with small cherries on them.

I tore my eyes away from their crotches as I saw that they were holding
wine glasses obviously being filled from the bottle of vodka on the
table. It had a black label with skull and cross bones on it and there was
also a half empty bottle of lemonade.

"Have a drink! This is vodka which we made last year. It was made out of
blackberries so we call it `Black Death`"

"Aren't you a bit young to be drinking and smoking?"

"No, we're all over sixteen and Sonia is seventeen."

They gave me a glass with this dark liquid in it. Being an idiot I knocked
it straight back and got the full effect.

"Ahhhhhhh" I spluttered and then found I couldn't speak. My voice had been
burned off.

I quickly poured myself some lemonade and drank it down.

"Wow that has some kick. What proof is it?"

"Well we've added thirty percent distilled water to the hundred percent
stuff but perhaps we should add some more?"

A warm glow came over me. I felt enlivened. I looked round and really
looked hard at the three girls sitting together on a large old sofa with
their legs up high showing their underpants.

"What a sight! I saw two of you having a piss round the corner and now I
can all see all of your knickers!"

"Aren't you the lucky one! But we understand that you have been initiated
into what women have under their pants already?"

"Well yes, but somehow seeing yours is still exciting. I can feel an
erection coming on."

"Oh let's see. We haven't seen many stiff pricks. We have been practising
amongst ourselves with dildos but never actually handled a live cock! Drop
your trousers now!"

"I will if you will."

"You first".

I shyly sat down and took my heavy boots off then my denim trousers,
followed by my underpants. I then stood up exposing my prick which was only
half way to an erection. The three girls all stood up and came over to me
and each of them reached down and fondled me in turn.

"It's nice and look, its growing. I wonder how big it is. Pass that tape
measure over and we'll measure it. Will it get even bigger if I suck it?"

One of the girls found the tape while the big blond girl went down on her
knees and grabbed my cock and pushed her mouth onto the purple head. It
felt wonderful. She pulled her mouth off and grabbed the tape. She pulled
it out and measured me.

"Its seven inches long and..... five inches in circumference."

"Wow .. it looks even bigger. Do think we could fuck it? Have you got a
condom , Dickie?"

"Yes I have one." I took it out of my pocket and rolled the rubber down my
stiff prick.

"How can we all use it?" said Jean.

Sonia replied, "I heard from Miss Jones that if you tie a silk scarf around
the base of a penis, the blood couldn't escape and the sperm couldn't come
up!"

"Right, then let's work it out. Pamela, pull that low bench over here, and
Dickie you lie on it."

So I did as I was told, and laid down on the hard wooden bench. The girls
were busy undoing their skirts and then, to my delight pull down their
knickers. For the first time I could see all their pubes! Jean had a neat
dark triangle of hair, Pamela had light red coloured hair and Sonia was
completely bare.

I asked her, "Why haven't you any hair there?"

"I had it all waxed off as I had a job in my hols, modelling swim suits."

"Wow. I've never seen a bare pussy before."

Jean produced this pastel coloured silk scarf and wound it round my cock
and knotted it quite firmly.

"Right, girls" said Pamela, "Who is the wettest, has the first fuck?"

The three girls all pushed their fingers into their twats and gave them a
rub. Sonia answered first and said she was wet. She threw her right leg
over me and the bench and grabbed my prick and then positioned it
underneath herself and slowly slid down. Oh what a feeling. Her cunt was
hot, wet and it was like, well like nothing else on earth, wonderful. She
moved up and down with gay abandon. I held her hips and helped her. I
watched her large breasts flop up and down as she wasn't wearing a bra.

Then suddenly there was a hairy cunt moving onto my face. It must have been
Jean. I could hear her say "I want an orgasm NOW."

She rubbed herself along my face until she felt my tongue on her
clitoris. I licked it, rubbed my nose on it, sucked it and finally bit
it. She cried out as she came, hard. Slowly she got back off, leaving my
prick waving in the breeze.

"My turn now" said Pamela, and she swung her leg over me with her bum
facing me. Slowly and carefully she lowered her cunt downwards. After
having one cunt fuck me facing forwards, it felt strange to have one facing
backwards. The angle seemed all wrong! Still it was warm and wet and I soon
appreciated it. Pamela moved fast then and then stopped and seemed to rub
her clit on my pubic bone. She must have cum because she then leant forward
on to my knees not moving. I desperately wanted to come now but was
frustrated.

"Please take the rubber off and let me cum now."

Pamela got off me, turned around and reached down and took it off. Then she
wanked me gently with her small hand, smiling at me as she did so.

"Put your mouth on it, Pammy" said Sonia. So she did so. It was
exquisite. I could feel a rush of spunk coming, so I put my hands on her
head and held it down and I came in her mouth.

"Ahhhhhh..... at last......" I cried. Pamela raised her head and wiped her
mouth.

"Wow ..... that's a first for me. Why do they call it a `Blow Job` when I
didn't blow at all?"

"It's a stupid American phrase. You did well." Sonia said.

I left the pavilion with a big smile on my face. By coincidence, I was
asked on the next Monday at the staff meeting which I now attended, to
assist with the making of gin in the school's still.

"We like to make gin in June with juniper berries and in September we make
vodka from own blackberries."

The operation used a bushel of grain, a large sack of juniper berries and a
lot of sugar. In the cellar of the old part of the school, was the old wash
room with a cauldron used for heating the clothes for lauding them. In this
we created a mash and heated it up to boiling point, added the sugar and
juniper berries then the yeast. I had to keep it warm for two days with a
low fire underneath the iron pot. Then we filtered it off and put it in
batches to the still. The secret of distilling alcohol is that the initial
`run` of alcohol is poisonous, the good stuff comes off at 78.4 degrees
centigrade. What comes before and after, can be redistilled.

My work was supervised by the Chemistry teacher called Anne and the French
teacher, Jeanette, who had brought the still from her father's farm in
Brittany where it had been used in the past, to distil excess cider to make
their own brandy. The work was hard and the fumes from the still gave me a
terrific headache. Having distilled all the mash and redistilled the first
and last runs, we had the job of bottling it. The Sixth form girls helped
us. Miss Frinton had gone round the local pubs and hotels and collected
empty gin and other spirit bottles. The girls stuck St Trinians labels on
them and we filled them up in a line.

On the Saturday night the teachers held a party in their lounge. I was
invited and so were the sixth form girls. Miss Frinton and the teachers
supplied the record player to play Beatles and Rolling Stone 45s. Everyone
was drinking the gin mixed with bitter lemon or lemonade. I cried off
because of my headaches and drank a few bottles of beer. I was very popular
as I was the only man there and so I danced with all the girls I had
fucked; it was the best party I had ever been to. By ten o'clock all the
girls and women were sloshed and Miss Frinton put on slow, smoochy records
by Jimmy Young. The women were moving very slowly with each other, their
hands wandering round each other's body. Jeanette grabbed me and we danced
pressed close up to each other. I could feel her large plumb luscious
breasts against my chest – I had on only a new coloured shirt; she wore
a low cut blouse with a maroon coloured bra showing which pushed up her
boobs magnificently.

"Come on, alons dans ma chambre et lovefuck; I've been fancying you all
week!"

I didn't quite understand what she said but I heard the word fuck so I
allowed myself to be dragged up to her room. She told me to get undressed
while she went to the lavatory. I did so and I was lying on top of the bed
when she returned.

"You look a limp, I will undress slowly and with feeling, to excite
you". She said in her husky French voice. Brigitte Bardot was still sexiest
French girl ever and Jeanette sounded like her.

I fondled my prick and it slowly became stiff as she first of all removed
her dress, then her bra, then slowly, oh so slowly, pulled down her
knickers while facing away from me. She had a lovely round firm arse.

"Are you ready for me now, Cherie?"

"Mais oui, Jeannette."

She slid onto the bed and we kissed – french kissing of course. Jeanette
grabbed hold of my prick and wanked it until it was stiff, then pushed me
over onto my back and slid down onto it. Then she moved slowly and rubbed
her clitoris against my pubic bone, hardly moving at all. I pushed back and
then I pulled down to get some action going ; she responded and moved up
and down more ; then she moved faster and I matched her rhythm. It was too
good to last and I could feel myself coming - that overall feeling
engulfing the whole body. I arched my back as I strove to push my prick all
the way into her and her hips down wards as I ejaculated hard.

Jeanette collapsed on top of me and we both panted, out of breath. She
spoke in English littered with French words, but I will write it all in
English

"Wow...... that was fantastic..... I haven't had a good fuck for so
long.... these lesbians' cunts are not the same as a nice big cock."

After that we cuddled and talked quietly, both in a glow of happiness and
the heat of our love making. Eventually we dropped off to sleep in each
other's arms. I woke up sleepily wondering where I was, then I felt
Jeannette stir in my arms and remembered our passion the night before. She
sat up and smiled at me, then pulled my face down and kissed me.

"Bonjour ma Cherie, how nice it is to have a good man in my bed in the
morning!"

We unwrapped ourselves and got up slowly. The building was quiet and I
managed to get out without being seen by anyone. A week passed quietly and
then at the staff meeting Miss Frinton announced a new big job for me.

"I have decided to clear the area on the left of the entrance gate and have
it made into gardens for the girls to learn to manage a garden and grow
flowers. You will be in charge and show them how to be lady gardeners."

Miss Frinton hired men to clear all the bushes and cut down all the trees
that were in the way. They worked a whole week and the girls watched as the
self-seeded sycamore trees were felled. Then they cut down a very old and
big oak tree. It fell with a mighty crash when the chain saw had done its
work. Miss Frinton sold it to a lumber company for £500 which paid for
all the men's labour. She hired a man from a local Nursery to design the
layout of four gardens – one for each class of fifteen girls. Turf was
laid down in the form of a cross to separate the gardens and to make access
to each garden possible. The Nursery supplied a dozen spades, hoes etc. for
the girls to use, and delivered plants, small bushes and rose trees ready
for planting.

The first week was hard work for us all; each class came out as a lesson
with their teacher. The girls were allowed to wear their sports clothing –
i.e. shorts and white T shirts and gym shoes. This was not the best
clothing but it was all they had suitable. They also came out and worked
with me in their free time on Wednesday and Saturday afternoons. It was
such a day that I really got to know Jennifer. She was 15 and had those
sort of eyes that looked so deep into one's own that one's legs trembled
and you never forgot her look. After the work was finished for the day she
offered to help take the tools back to the chapel for storage. Jennifer
carried the tools on her shoulder and we chatted all the way back to the
chapel. We put the tools down and I asked her if she would like a cup of
tea.

She said yes and we went up the spiral staircase to my flat.

"Oh this is nice, all clean and white. The stained glass windows look
fantastic and the light is all coloured."

"Yes I emulsioned the whole place to make it clean as the old dirty
groundsman was a heavy smoker and the tar had made all the walls brown."

"I'll wash my hands then I'll make us a pot of tea."

I went into the bathroom and washed my hands and as I was drying them
Jennifer came in while I was facing the mirror and pulled her shorts and
knickers down and started to piss in the lavatory."

"Sorry but I was desperate."

I put the towel back on the rack and I was ashamed that I was getting
excited by the sound of her peeing.

"Can I have a flannel to wipe myself please?"

"Certainly, here you are." I walked over to her to give her flannel, but I
was overcome with lust at seeing her bare thighs and a glimpse of her
lightly hairy twat. I dropped to my knees and pushed my hand between her
legs to open them up.

"I'll wipe it for you with my tongue."

I moved my hands under her thigh and grasped her bum and pulled it towards
myself. I pressed my mouth to her cunt and proceeded to lick it up and
down, thus applying the lessons I had learned from Maria and Joan and the
other girls. Jenifer was shocked and wriggled at first trying to stop me;
obviously she had been a good girl before now and nobody had licked her
like I was doing. Her nether lips tasted salty and then I pushed my tongue
up her vagina and it taste different, sort of sexy. I could feel my cock
get stiff, then Jennifer gave a greats shudder and cried out loud

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH I've come!"

I moved my head back and stood up. My tool was pressing itself forward
against my trousers. I undid the broad leather belt and dropped the
trousers and pulled down my Y-fronts; my prick danced in front of Jennifer,
her eyes big as she looked at it close to her face.

"Touch it, wank it, suck it, please!"

She tentatively reached out and grasped it.

"Now move your hand up and down........Now put it into your mouth."

She moved her mouth onto the purple head and licked it and then took it as
much as she could; then did it again and again. Her hand moved up and down
as well. I could feel myself coming. I held her head down on my prick and
ejaculated a full load of spunk right into her mouth. I let go and moved
back, she spluttered and spat it out.

"Oh that's disgusting... . you horrible man.... oh let me out of here."

She pulled her pants and shorts up and tore out of the room. Luckily for me
she didn't complain to her teacher but I never saw her again in the
garden. After that adventure, things went quiet for me. Maria and I became
friendlier and we fucked a few times using a condom but it was difficult to
arrange liaisons, with teachers and other girls about.

With the other girls, Sonia Pamela and Pammy, it seemed that once they had
`tried me out`, then the novelty had worn off and they were not tempted to
shag me again. I was bored so I bought a small colour television set and
watched programmes in the evenings or waked down to the local village pub
for a couple of pints after supper. Some nights and particularly Saturday
night it was good when we all had a sing song. I found the beer reduced my
sex drive, particularly as very few girls came into the pub to interest me
and even then they were usually with a boy friend.

After two months I realised that I had put on weight and all the sun and
exercise had made my body fit. I had cut one pair of my denims off into
shorts and I had bought a T shirt so I was tanned. Then one day, towards
the end of the term, the cook told me that Miss Frinton wanted to see me,
so I went to her study and stood in front of her.

"Now Richard, you have been a very successful gardener and we have all come
to like you. In this girl's school you are like a cockerel amongst a lot of
hens. We would like to ask you if you would help us to show our six form
gals what a real man looks like and what sex is all about so that when they
leave here they will not be ignorant which could lead to tragedy. Would you
do that for us?"

I, of course, said yes and on the next Wednesday afternoon I went in clean
clothes to the six form class room where Mrs Valerio was the language
teacher. She was an Italian person who taught languages and was the only
married (and divorced) teacher on the staff. She introduced me to the
girls; there were fifteen of them sitting down in three rows in front of
the teacher's desk. Mrs Valerio introduced me -- they had all seen me but I
had only talked to a few (and shagged six), the rest I hadn't even talked
to or even see them up close. She then asked me to take my clothes off, all
of them, which I did with a little embarrassment.

"This is a penis in its relaxed state. To get it excited, a man has to have
some stimulation. In my experience anything in female form will excite him!
The sight of a cleavage between your breasts, a shapely leg, a nicely
rounded bum, a flash of knickers, white thighs and even just a good shape
under a blouse. A beautiful face does not sexual excite him. Two eyes
meeting and shining will stun him with love though. That it is extremely
rare -- it might only happen to you three of four times in a lifetime."

"I will demonstrate how to excite a man by use of my hand." She grasped my
cock and started to move her hand up and down gently. My prick responded
quite quickly in the presence of so many girls. I enjoyed the feeling.

"Now to really excite him, you can fellate him, like this." She dropped to
her knees in front of me, sideways onto the class, and put her wet mouth
onto my cock and moved her head back and forwards. Then she pulled back and
licked it; I really enjoyed this. She stopped and spoke.

"Now be careful -- too much movement will cause the man to release his
sperm too soon for your enjoyment. Premature ejaculation is the curse of
most young men. I have heard of men ejaculating at the entrance of a vagina
and still making the girl pregnant. Their little sperms are very
virile. Their purpose is to make you pregnant, so be warned."

The Teacher then brought out a condom.

"This is a contraception device called a condom, or French letter, or a
rubber. This is how you use one. You unroll it down a stiff penis all the
way down."

A girl put her hand up, "Can you put it onto a limp prick?"

"No Cynthia, you have to get it stiff first but remember too much wanking
of a man's foreskin will lead to ejaculation. In this case Dickie has
maintained his stiffness. Now I will demonstrate a few love making
positions."

"First there is the missionary position where the man is on top, then the
position where the girl is on top. This one gives more pleasure to the
woman as her clitoris is in contact with the man's penis. Then there is the
doggy position."

She went onto her hands and knees and I knelt behind her, with my knees
either side of her thighs. I pushed my stiff prick into her crotch rubbing
it on her white knickers.

One of the girls watching asked "Couldn't the man make a mistake and go
into your ..er..mmm... bottom hole?"

Mrs Valerio answered "Well no, your bottom hole is very tight and it would
hurt you if he put it in there without lubrication."

I carried on moving my penis back and forward, then I stopped and the woman
pulled herself off me. She stood and said "One other position used
frequently is on a chair. Come up onto the platform Richard."

I shuffled up with my trousers and my Y--fronts still round my ankles. The
teacher's desk was in front of the chair which was a simple wooden one. I
turned around and sat down and stroked my cock to stiffness again. Mrs
Valerio came to me and pulled up her tight black skirt. As she lowered
herself she sneakily pulled the crotch of her knickers to one side exposing
her hairy cunt. I guided my prick into her and she slid down until she hit
my pubes. The girls in the class couldn't see what she was doing in detail,
and she didn't tell them!

She moved up and down just a bit, about an inch at a time. It was enough to
excite me. I held her bottom as she did so. It wasn't long before I felt
like cumming. I moved her hips and down faster and faster and then I jammed
her down to shoot my load. The Teacher came also as she leant forward onto
my chest. She said nothing for a few moments and then whispered in my ear.

" Have you got any more condoms because I would like to do this
again,.... soon."

"Yes, I have a packet of three in my flat."

"I'll come to you after supper -- we'll fuck again!"

She stood up then pulled her skirt down and looked at her class.

"Well that was very good; thank you Richard for your cooperation. Class
dismissed."

I hastily pulled up my pants and trousers as the girls began to walk past
me. I could see that most of them were flushed in the face and all of them
smiled brilliantly at me. I smiled back. That night Mrs Valerio came up to
my room. I had tidied and cleaned it. She came straight in and put her arms
around me and kissed me fully on the lips.

"Let's get into bed -- undress now."

She unbuttoned her blouse as I watched pulling my own trousers down and
trying to get my boots off all at the same time. She took off the blouse
and then undid her white bra. I kicked off the second boot and stood and
watched as her breasts appear. They were lovely round, firm and had nice
pink aureoles with standing out nipples. I pulled my shirt off as she took
off her skirt and knickers.

"Oh wow, you are beautiful," as my eyes feasted on her hairy pussy. I
waited for her to make the next move. She moved towards me and took my hand
and led me to the single bed. She let me get onto the bed first and I lay
on my side facing her. She slid onto the blanket and kissed me, our tongues
mingled. I felt a thrill run through my body. My hand came up and I fondled
her left breast.

She spoke "now kiss them" and pushed them up towards me. I nibbled her
nipples and rubbed my hands around the soft breast tissue. There were
gorgeous. I moved downwards then, kissed her belly button and then her
pubes. I turned her onto her back and slid down in between her legs and
spread them apart. I looked at her hairy cunt in front of me. The lips were
open and wet; I moved my face forward and inserted my tongue onto them. I
licked upwards and inwards. I tasted her juices and they were lovely. I put
my face onto to it and pushed my tongue right up as far as I could in her
vagina and wiggled it around.

"Oh that's so good.....put it in me NOW!"

I moved up and faced her. She grabbed hold of my cock and after wiping it
up and let me push it in. She wrapped her legs around my back and held me,
I could only move an inch at a time but that was enough. She wriggled and
rubbed herself while I pulled back and forward; it was a lovely fuck. Then
I felt that wonderful feeling and I cried out "I'm coming"

"Pull out for God's sake,....... we forgot to put on a condom!"

I pulled back and then thrust forward to rub my cock on her pubic hair and
shot my load of spunk on her belly. I held myself off my body while it
twitched three times. She collapsed down onto my side, breathless.

Mrs Valerio rested her head on my chest and gently played with my limp
dick. She told me that she hadn't had any sex since her divorce from her
violent husband.

"He was brute of a man. He would come home on a Saturday night, demand to
have sex with me and then slap me if I refused. I ran away from him. You're
a lovely man and you have been good for me."

As she played with my cock, it began to grow in her hand; then she
swivelled around and put her mouth on me. It felt great. She was on top of
me now, with her legs either side of my head, I could see her lovely arse
above my head and her brown wrinkled arse hole. Her cunt was just there
waiting for attention. I held her hips and moved my mouth up to her wet
cunt. I pushed my tongue into her vagina, tasting her juices then I licked
higher and found her clitoris standing out bold and I licked that. She
raised her head off my cock and started to wank it. It was too good to last
and I came in her hand. I could feel my balls tighten to get the last few
drops out.

That was my last sexual adventure. This happened in the last week of school
and then on the Wednesday, the school `broke up`. There was a lot of noise
and hugs and kisses -- between the girls, they all left. I was wondering
what to do over the long summer holiday when Jeanette found me and
suggested that I go with her to her father's farm in Brittany, France and
help with the harvest. This is what I did and I learned French, drank wine
and earned a little money. We returned to St Trinians in September.

Things were not the same after that holiday, I saw life in a different
light, I realised that I could do better than being a groundsman for a
school. The job had become repetitive and the girl's presence no longer
compensated for that, so I cycled into Guildford and talked to a woman in
the Job Centre. It seemed that I had good prospects and that there were
well paid jobs available for a fit young man. I talked it over with Miss
Frinton and agreed to stay to the end of the October by which time of the
work on the grounds would be finished for the winter, then leave. The party
we held in my flat on the last night was fantastic. The last thing I
remember was wrestling with the big Butch sports mistress and passing out
when she sat on me and rubbed her smelly knickers in my face!

The End