A Modern Oyster
(very loosely based on the Victorian erotic novel)
Ex Spectimum
Copyright Ex Spectimum 2011
Published at Smashwords
Chapter 1 - First Night
It is with the fondest memories that I think back to my later school days which were not, I think, quite like those of the majority. Following my “A” level my father decided that I had not had what he called the “roundest” of educations in the state secondary I had attended. He decided to send me to Nottsgrove Academy for Boys in the October after my eighteenth birthday. My father was, to say the least, sexually liberated, and wanted his son to have the same outlook on life.
“You’ll like Nottsgrove,” he had said. “It’s designed for boys like you who are still not fully developed.”
He pointed at my privates – it was no secret between us that I had little idea of what went on in what he called “the bedroom department” – neither was he satisfied with my knowledge of the Arts and foreign languages.
The Academy (a kind of finishing school for boys) was tucked away in Arkley deep in rural Hampshire and somehow managed to remain under the radar of the Hants Department of Education and all other local bureaucracy. It was a well-kept secret amongst those who had the power to keep its existence confidential.
I was unclear as to its real purpose until I got there – and even then it only became apparent bit-by-bit. After my earlier years at more run-of-the-mill public schools the Academy was certainly an eye-opener.
“Now then, Scott,” Dr Werther (a dapper man in his late fifties) addressed me as I stood in his study for the first time, “I don’t know what you know about the Academy...”
“Nothing, sir, except that father said it would be a jolly good school for me.”
“No doubt about that my lad. You may find some of our lessons unusual – certainly not what you are used to. While the rest of the education you will find dissimilar to any other school in the UK. Everything we teach is aimed at improving you as a whole person. This school’s existence may be secret – but we have absolutely no secrets within it. Please bear that in mind and don’t forget our motto: Unus mens: unus somes. Roughly translated that is "One mind, one body" because we share our minds and we share our bodies. Now get off to your new Dorm and Jenkins will ensure that you settle in.”
“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.” I left with the aforementioned Jenkins who was a well-developed and self-possessed young man assigned to be my mentor. I was puzzling over the “shared body” part when I was delivered to the Dorm – a large room with about ten beds. Beside each bed was a boy of my own age standing to attention – but entirely naked.
I’d seen other boys naked before in the showers at school – but most of that had been the odd flash of flesh quickly covered by a towel.
“Let me introduce you to the chaps,” said Jenkins as he then took me to each boy to shake them by the hand.
I couldn’t help noticing a number of things. Firstly the fact that some, such as Bassett, had almost no pubic hair and really tiny penises. Secondly that others, such as Clarke, had great bushes of hair between their legs (his bright orange) and varying lengths of penis. Thirdly that their scrotums varied from Thorpe’s really tight but quite large testicles, to White’s long sagging ball sac.
To say that it felt weird was nothing compared to the conversation held in front of Holt. Holt was a smallish boy with blond hair and about eight blond pubic hairs around the base of a six inch erection.
“Have you been playing with that, Holt?” Jenkins demanded.
“No, Jenkins, I just had a thought about the new boy, Scott, and it grew like this.”
“Okay – well that will have to stay as a fantasy for the moment; he’s only just got here.”
“Thank you, Jenkins.” And with that we moved on.
I was led to my bed where Jenkins told me to place my things and then strip for bed. “I need you standing to attention, like the others, in two minutes when inspection will take place.”
“Inspection?” I enquired.
“Yes, Dr Werther will be round to wish you all a good night in a few minutes.”
I didn’t really know what to do, but I felt I had no choice other than to strip off and stand there. I did, however, ensure that I clasped my hands in front of my embarrassingly under-developed genitals – where I was showing the first signs of hair on a dick and balls that had shrunk to almost nothing in the cold of the dormitory.
A few moments later the door flew open and Dr Werther came in wearing his academic robe over the suit I had seen earlier. “Good evening, boys.”
“Good evening Dr Werther,” they chanted in return.
He then strolled up one side of the dormitory and down the other, pausing briefly in front of each boy and occasionally slightly moving their genitals with the cane he carried and nodding. As he passed on each boy then clambered into bed sitting upright.
On arriving at Holt and his still not inconsiderable erection he said, “I see you’ve taken an interest in Scott, Holt?”
“Yes sir.”
“Well you’ll have to relieve that yourself this evening.”
“Yes, sir, Thank you, sir.” Holt then got into bed and, quite clearly under the blankets, wanking while the inspection continued.
I had problems not looking at Holt – particularly as he was staring directly at my crotch while he tossed himself off.
Dr Werther reached me. “Don’t worry about Holt, Scott, he gets that way about all of the new boys. Now, hands by your side – we don’t hide anything here.” He poked my dick with his stick. “A member of staff carries out this nightly inspection to make sure none of our boys has contracted anything catching. Your tackle is clearly clean – you can get into bed.”
I got in and copied the others (not Holt) by sitting up straight.
When Dr Werther reached the door again he turned back and said, “Good night, boys.”
“Good night, sir,” they chorused back as he flicked the light off and we were plunged into darkness. The only sound amongst the shuffling of bodies was Holt coming to climax.
“Have a good one, Holty?” someone asked.
“Not bad,” he replied, “it’s better out than in.”
“I always thought it was the other way round,” another voice said. There was laughter followed by some muttered “Good night”s and we settled down to sleep.
I wondered just what my father had let me in for.
Chapter 2 - Matron
The next day we rose early, washed and dressed in our blue school jumpers and grey trousers for breakfast with the other hundred boys in the school. The meal was not bad and, after we had made our beds, we went on to our classroom.
I was given a timetable and was a little surprised at some of the subjects. Amongst the more traditional art appreciation, music, social graces, Latin and PE etc was Health and Discovery which I noted was the following afternoon – I wondered what that was about.
Lessons were not massively dissimilar to other schools, the masters were quite strict – but the boys did not attempt to misbehave and worked at hard at simultaneous equations, conjugating Latin verbs and learning the periodic table with equal enthusiasm.
Part way through the afternoon a message came in part way through a music lesson that I was to report immediately to the Matron.
“Thorpe, will you escort Scott to Matron’s room?” Mr Usbourne, the elderly music teacher asked.
“Yes, sir. Come with me, Scott.”
As we walked to Matron’s he asked m how I was finding the Academy. I said that I had been a bit surprised by last night’s arrangements.
“That always catches new boys – it takes a little getting used to, but if you can’t manage to cope with that you’ll not last long at this school. Here’s Matron’s office.” He knocked on a door.
“Come in,” an indistinct voice came from inside.
Thorpe opened the door, “Scott, ma’am.” He ushered me in and left.
I was in the Matron’s office – clearly a medical room with its bottles and potions and diagrams of the human body on the walls.
Matron was not quite what I’d expected. I’d thought I would see a round, middle-aged lady with white hair and twinkling eyes. Instead I was faced with a woman in her late twenties, possibly carrying slightly more meat that she should; long straight blonde hair and a rack that seemed to defy the laws of gravity.
“So you’re Scott?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Right, you’re here for your check up.”
With that she started to go through the usual kinds of medical checks; taking my blood pressure; testing my eyesight, trying out my reflexes; measuring my height with my shoes off.
“Now I need to weigh you. Strip off and step on the scales.”
“To my pants?” I asked.
“No, all the way, I don’t want to weigh your pants as well, do I?” she smiled.
I looked for a screen to change behind, but there was none.
Matron clearly knew what I was thinking, “We have no secrets here, Scott. Just strip off. The sooner it’s done: the sooner it’s done.”
I slowly took off my jumper, tie and shirt and carefully folded them. Then I slipped off my socks before, slowly and reluctantly removing my trousers. My eyes had problems leaving her generous tits and the idea of stripping before her was affecting my cock.
“And the underpants, dear.”
Even more slowly and unwillingly I dropped my pants. I’d never stood naked in front of a woman before. As I tried to stand upright I was increasingly aware of her large breasts under her matron’s uniform, and my foreskin started to pull itself back; my cock began to fill with blood and it started to rise. I tried to cover it with my hands.
“Don’t worry about that, dear. I’ve seen erections before. Now jump on the scale.”
I had no choice but to do as she asked, my half formed hard-on bobbing up and down in front of me as I got onto the weighing platform.
“Thank you, now let me just finish all this off. Just lie down over here.” She indicated a medical couch. I could think of no alternative but to do as she asked and try to ignore my swelling dick. I lay down, conscious that my prick was now more obvious as it rose from my balls.
“The erection makes my next task easier,” she said. I couldn’t see what she was doing but felt her gently take my left ball in her hand and squeeze it softly before repeating the exercise with my right one. She then pulled my foreskin back fully and inspected my dick before kissing the end of it.
“I’m not supposed to do that,” she said, “but it’s such a pretty one I couldn’t resist. How long have you had these hairs?”
She indicated the few wisps around the base of my cock.
“Er, not long, about a couple of months.”
“Good, good.” She wrote notes in the book where she’d recorded all of my other information. “It seems a pity to waste this erection – do you want to masturbate now, or would you like me to do it for you before you get dressed?”
I was taken aback by the question and took the coward’s way, “No, thank you.”
“Please yourself – or, rather, don’t please yourself. It does seem a bit of a waste, though. Pop your clothes on and you can return to lessons.” She then bustled back to her desk and was engrossed in paperwork while I tried to tuck my stiffy back into my Y-fronts.
When I was dressed she looked up and said, “We’ll cure you of your embarrassment within a week or so, Scott. After that, if you need to come and see me, don’t hesitate.”
“Thank you, ma’am,” I said and rushed out wondering what she was talking about.
Chapter 3 - Male parts
When I returned to the classroom the bell had just rung for the next lesson and Dr Werther had already started the next lesson.
“Ah, Scott, you’re just in time, take a seat and I’ll get started on today’s Health and Discovery lesson.”
I noted that he Headmaster was standing on a low platform and that the boys sat in seats in a semi-circle only about five feet away. I moved quickly to a seat and noted that, for once, none of the boys had any books, papers or pens but all leaned forward in keen anticipation of the coming lesson.
“For the benefit of Scott I’ll quickly go over the ground already covered in the previous session this term before I move on today’s lesson proper.
We established that there are natural functions we all carry out, such as eating and thinking, and it is part of every child’s upbringing to do these things so that maximum effect is gained and the former gives us bodily satisfaction and the latter affords us a full experience of the world we live in.
“Our society has decided that there is one aspect of life that it tries to hide away and in which it offers the growing child no useful guidance. At this Academy we are different because our motto says that we will share our minds (as do all schools, to a greater or lesser extent) and share our bodies which is what sets this school apart from the rest.
“We are now going to start a series of lessons in which I will outline the changes which our bodies go through as we grow up. We also discussed the importance of language in understanding, and I stressed the fact that people can be bad but words are not. We established the fact that there are numerous words for parts of the human anatomy and for elements of the sexual act. In less enlightened establishments these are banned. Here they are encouraged as they add to the variety of aspects of sex.
“Today we will look at how the male sex organs change. Some parts of this lesson you may feel are like teaching grandmother to suck eggs but, in the interest of complete education please bear with me – you may still find bits of what I have to say new. Firstly we will compare Bassett... I hope you don’t mind us drawing attention to this again, Bassett?”
“No, sir, carry on, sir.” Bassett looked pleased to being mentioned.
“Well, we will compare Bassett’s as yet small dick with my more developed one.
“Bassett, come and stand on this podium next to me and then drop your trousers and underpants and slip your shirt off.”
Totally unabashed Bassett stripped and stood before us as he had last night. As we were all sitting close by we had an uninterrupted view of his thin pale body.
“Note first that Bassett has absolutely no body hair.” Bassett lifted his arms to show naked armpits, “and this gives us a perfect view of his tiny cock which resembles a small slug. Note that Bassett is circumcised so his foreskin does not cover the end of his knob at any time.”
A hand went up.
“Yes, Holt?”
“Isn’t that rather sore, sir? I know the end of my knob chafes if the skin is left back.”
“Bassett?” The Headmaster addressed the question to the nude boy.
“No, Holt, it doesn’t hurt or anything – I suppose yours might because it’s not used to being out.”
“Good answer, Bassett. Now let us compare this with my cock – please understand boys that whilst you may not all attain the length and girth of penis that I have yours will all grow and, more importantly, it is what you do with them that matters.
As he spoke he removed his gown, jacket, shoes and socks; took off his tie and shirt; and then dropped his trousers and underpants.
He revealed a tool that was some five inches long that dangled between his legs and swung as he moved.
“The first thing to note is the lawn of hair round my chest leading to the forest that sits at the base of my prick. You will see that my dick is not circumcised so the foreskin covers the whole organ and protects the end. It can, however be retracted like this,” he took hold of his dick just above the end with finger and thumb and eased back the foreskin to reveal a large purple head.
“Now let us turn our attention to the balls – Barrett’s un-descended nuts are very tight... Do you mind if you just lift your dick out of the way whilst we discuss your balls, Barrett?” Barrett held his small cock up and a clearer view of his scrotum was had by all. “Now you can all see that his balls are held up against his body and the ball bag is more like a conker still in its skin whereas mine...” He lifted his great snake away from his scrotum. “Are full y descended and hang loose in their bags – sufficiently to be able to make them swing to-and-fro.” He demonstrated by bending his knees quickly how his balls could be made to rock.
“All this is very interesting, and some of you will be thinking ‘I can do that, so what?’ So let us move on to an area that you will all have had experience in but may not be aware of some of the finer details.
“I’m talking about masturbation. For this I’ve asked Holt to replace Bassett on the podium. Let’s have a round of applause for Bassett before he takes his seat.”
There was a heart-felt clapping as Barrett resumed his seat, clutching his clothes in his lap.
Holt divested himself of his clothes and stood on the platform next to Dr Werther. There was an immediate repetition of last night’s effect as Holt’s member began to rise.
“The advantage, today, of using Holt, is that he is turned on by men and the sight of my organ will be sufficient to ensure an erection. Watch closely as his dick rises – as no two men get hard-ons in quite the same way.”
We watched as Holt’s three-inch cock gradually began to swell. The veins started to stand out and his uncircumcised foreskin drew back revealing the hole in the end of his dick. There were two brief twitches which seemed to increase the speed of his erection. All the while his eyes were firmly fixed on Dr Werther’s groin.
“The size of my dick clearly excites him and he is wondering if he will be allowed to touch it.”
Like a switch being thrown Holt’s cock doubled in length and sprang to attention.
“Well done, Holt – a good show. Now I need to catch up with you. Unfortunately my interests lie outside this room and I’m going to have to think of what I did last night with my wife when we got into bed.”
Dr Werther’s impressive dick started to increase in girth as the blood pumped in.
“Sir?”
It was White this time with a question.
“What is it, White?
“I just wondered if you’d tell us what you are thinking, sir?”
“Good question. I’m considering the size and shape of my wife’s breasts and what they feel like in my hands. I’m also considering the joys of her cunt and the feeling when my cock enters her.” As he spoke the said cock rose majestically until it stood (not much longer than it had) rock solid in front of him.
“Right – technique. There are two styles of wanking – the whole hand, like this,” he clutched his dick in the palm of his hand, closed in round the length of the organ, and slowly moved his hand up and down his erect penis taking the foreskin with him. He did not pause as he spoke to Holt.
“Holt, I’d like you to demonstrate the ring method.”
“Yes, sir.” He looked at us and said, “That’s just circling your prick with your first finger and thumb, to form a ring, and then just run it up and down your hard-on.”
“The whole hand gives the dick a feeling of being totally encompassed in a tight cunt – whereas the ring is more delicate and the feeling is more akin to entering and leaving a fanny. It is also useful to use the spare hand to cup or fondle the balls.” He used his left hand to lift his balls from where they had been swinging in time to his strokes and he rolled them around the palm of his hand as he continued masturbating.
Meanwhile Holt grasped his balls tightly in this right hand (he was left-handed) as his eyes never left Dr Werther’s actions.
“Now, observe the pre-cum, a small deposit that oozes from the end prior to ejaculation. Mine is dripping onto the floor whereas Holt’s is simply lubricating his wanking action.
“This might be a good time to draw attention to the fraenulum. That’s this lip of skin that attaches your foreskin to the underside of your shaft. Teasing this piece of skin helps to enhance the sexual feeling and should be included in all successful masturbation sessions. The other trick is to wet the palm of your hand and rub it over the end of your dick as if you are grinding it into a girl’s warm and wet muff.”
“Sir, I’m about to cum, sir.” Holt gasped.
“Very good, carry on, Holt – everyone else pay attention.”
With that Holt gave a shudder and a few more strokes before a small stream of cum shot out of his cock. This was followed by three more as he spent himself and sighed.
“Well done, Holt.” There was spontaneous round of applause which I joined in with – realising that the end of my dick was wet within my trousers. “You may go and clean yourself up.”
“May I finish watching your demonstration, sir?”
“Of course, how silly of me. Just wait a moment.” Dr Werther closed his eyes and pumped hard on his dick for a few moments. The his eyes shot open, he pulled his hand back as far as he could and a stream of white cum shot two feet from the end of his dick. He slowly thrust back and forward again and repeated the performance. This he did four times before, when the fifth stroke produced a large gush of thick cream rushed out and puddle on the floor leaving a string of spunk hanging from the end of his now bright red cock.
All of us cheered wildly (I felt myself caught up in the excitement) and clapped again.
“Thank you, boys. Now, prep for your next lesson, which you will do in the privacy of your own beds (no cheating, Holt), is to time how long it takes from erection to ejaculation. Remember – this is not necessarily about speed – the slowest time may represent the best sexual experience.
“While Holt and I clean up I want the rest of you to put the chairs and tables back ready for your next lesson which is, I think, English.”
Meekly we went about our task while the Headmaster took some tissues and cleaned up the puddles on the floor before wiping his dick and re-dressing. Holt did much the same (as did Bassett) and, within minutes, all three of them were fully dressed again.
The next period was rather disappointing after the displays we’d just seen – but it engendered a very sharp anticipation of next week’s Health and Discovery lesson.
Chapter 4 - Female parts
The first week at the Academy passed without any unusual events taking place.
That night after the usual naked inspection (this time by Mr Wood the art teacher who was on duty that day) when we all got into bed it was understood that we would undertake our H&D prep. I managed to encourage an erection thinking about my neighbour’s daughter, a dark haired foxy lass with a nice figure and small pert breasts.
I imagined her coming round to my house while my father was out to bring round some post. She dropped in and leaning over to pick it up her oversized shirt hung loose giving me a perfect view of her nipples. She told me I was naughty for looking and asked why I had such a big lump in my trousers. I told her it was the sight of her nipples that had caused it and she asked if she could feel it. She placed her hand on my crotch and gently squeezed my growing erection. My hands slipped inside her shirt and felt her breasts as her hands undid the top of my trousers and let down the zip. As I was wearing no underwear my hard-on shot out into her hand. She commented on how big and hard my dick felt and asked if I would like to feel her cunt. My hands slid into the top her skirt, found the waistband on her knickers and sought the warmth of her cunt...and then I came.
I hadn’t been the first – in fact I was the third – but four minutes was a bit disappointing I felt as I wiped my wet hand and dick on the edge of the sheet and rolled over to go to sleep.
I heard four more cum before I dropped off.
The next day in assembly Clarke was presented with a certificate for having taken eighteen minutes to ejaculate the night before – not a school record, it appeared (that stood at forty eight minutes) – but a worthy try according to Dr Werther.
Over the next week there were several attempts to improve on Clarke’s result but none of us was able to.
The following Tuesday was our weekly lesson of H&D and we sat ourselves around Dr Werther’s podium with eager anticipation which only increased when we heard that week’s subject-matter.
“Today we turn our attention to the female form and I am pleased to welcome Matron and my older daughter, Charlotte.”
I was aware that Dr Werther had two daughters living with him but had not seen either of them any more than I had seen his wife who was something of a mystery to all the boys as she kept herself very privately in the Headmaster’s house. There were rumours that she had died years before or did not approve of Dr Werther’s methods and that his occasional mentions of “Mrs Werther” were merely an affectation to cover the rift.
The daughters were to be a different issue as I’d already been informed that they both took an active part in the sex education programme provided by Nottsgrove.
Just then the door opened and Matron came in wearing her usual uniform closely followed by the afore-mentioned Charlotte. I’d heard a number of discussions about Charlie and she had been the basis for several of the chaps’ attempts and the wanking record. This was the first time I’d seen her properly.
She was about twenty one, tall, slim, with sultry dark looks and short brown hair.
“Many of you may expect to find Charlotte’s nubile and newly formed naked body exciting – but you will be pleasantly surprised to find you’re being stimulated by Matron’s rounder and more full-bodied form.
“We’ll do this one bit at a time – I would just ask you not to wank off while we go through this as it may create a distraction to the purpose of the lesson.
“Firstly let’s look at breasts. Even fully clothed you can all appreciate that Matron is considerably better endowed in this department than Charlotte – and that is not purely an age thing.
“Charlotte, dear, will you just slip your top off for the boys so they can see what I’m talking about.”
“Of course, father. I took the liberty of not wearing a bra so that this will be easier. “
“That’s fine.” Charlotte shrugged off her blouse revealing a pair of perfectly-formed breasts. These were first I’d seen (my daydreams were always a little vague when it came to tossing off – after this lesson I’d be able to jerk off in HD. Her round boobs looked quite firm and clearly needed no support from a bra – they had two large brown nipple areas that looked very inviting.
“So, boys, let’s look closely as Charlie’s tits. Hers are about the size of large grapefruit and, dead centre and front on each is a brown areola a little larger than a fifty pence piece. Note the nipple... Are you excited, dear?”
“Yes, father, the thought of these lusty young men looking at my tits does stimulate me, which is why my nipples are standing up.”
“Boys, notice how prominent Charlie’s nipples are – they are not always as erect as they are today. We’ll come on to what helps that stimulation a little later in the lesson.
“Now for Matron.”
“I too have omitted my bra today,” she said as she unbuttoned the top of her uniform – she peeled the material down to her waist exposing two large round masses of flesh resting on her slightly rounded stomach. “My nipples, unlike Charlie’s, are situated at the ends of my breasts when I stand – although when I lie on my back they appear to be in much the same position as hers.
“Obviously mine are much floppier, fuller and slightly softer to the touch. It also means that they are more adaptable.”
“Yes, Matron, thank you, we’ll go into the detail of that a little later. So, boys, there is your choice, round and tight or big and floppy – or all stations in between. It has to be said that to some people even Charlie’s breasts are too big – some girls have almost pre-pubescent chests, the only give-away being the size of their areolas.
“I’d like you boys to form a queue and just have a feel of the boobs here today – please be gentle – opportunity for more detailed examination will come much later.”
We formed an orderly queue and I watched as the boys in front of my tentatively poked or squeezed first Charlie’s breasts and then Matron’s. In each case a comment of some sort was passed by either the boy or one of the ladies.
I was fascinated by the nipples and, when it was my turn lightly rubbed the back of my hand against Charlie’s tabs – they felt quite firm and did nothing to alleviate my hard-on.
Matron’s nipples were equally erect – but it was the weight of her tits that interested me and I lifted one to test it. It was soft and saggy, very different to Charlie’s, but just as pleasing in its own way.
“Remember what I said about coming to see me,” she whispered, I blushed and moved on rapidly not knowing what to say.
When we were all seated once more I noted that Matron’s nipples had also grown and that she was gently massaging her breasts.
“Now, boys, let us continue on our southward journey through the female anatomy. Many of you will have seen breasts before, they are to be seen on many a beach around the world. Some of you may have had opportunity to feel them – what I know none of you has done is to properly investigate a woman’s vagina and pubic area.
“I’ll ask Matron to take the lead this time and show us her muff.”
“Thank you, Headmaster.” Matron peeled her uniform down further and stepped out of the dress – she was wearing only a pair of knickers. She then pulled these down revealing a neatly cropped dark lawn filling the vee of her groin – obviously she was not a natural blonde!
“Boys will note that I trim my pubic hairs. Some prefer the wild uncropped quim, others the totally shaven pussy. I find that this length causes less interference with my sexual pleasure whilst retaining the air of mystery by covering the details of my cunt.”
“Can I stop you there a moment, Matron as I need Charlie to catch up so that you can demonstrate the two together.” Dr Werther interrupted. “Charlie.”
Charlie took her cue from her father, unbuttoned the side of her of her skirt and let it fall to the floor. She was wearing no knickers and there was an audible intake of breath as her pink pussy was revealed.
“As Matron said,” Charlie commented, “Some of us prefer our erogenous zones entirely uncluttered by hair. I like to be able to see my cunt lips without the encumbrance of pubes spoiling the view.”
The view was certainly not spoiled – clearly between her legs was the fleshy slash of her cunny.
“Matron,” Dr Werther indicated that she should take over.
“I’m going to ask Charlie to take us through the main parts of the cunt area as they are more easily visible. Although, I would argue,” she said good-naturedly, “That a little mystery adds a lot to sex.
“Firstly you’ll notice the lips of Charlie’s vulva which guard the entrance to her vagina. These will swell when she is excited – just like your cocks do.” I could swear she looked directly at me when she made this comment. “Although they are sensitive and like a lot of attention they are not the main event regarding sexual satisfaction. That lies in our little penis – this is called the clitoris and sits at the top of our cunt. You may be able to see the little nub of flesh that Charlie is indicating with her finger.”
My attention had been momentarily drawn to Matron’s “mysterious” jungle before I looked back to see Charlie’s forefingers were parting her cunny lips and revealing the wet deep red interior of her own pussy. I could just make out the bit of skin she referred to and was noting how slick with wetness Charlie’s cunt had become.
“The actual entrance to the vagina is at the bottom of the slit – and this is what causes many men to fail to properly satisfy their women – they put all their attention on where their cocks are going without attending to the clits.”
“Matron, we need to keep to today’s lesson and not wander into next week’s,” Dr Werther lightly admonished her.
“Sorry, Headmaster, I was getting on my hobby-horse again, wasn’t I? There are different ways of bringing ourselves to climax – Charlie will demonstrate the more delicate plucking and rubbing method involving lightly flicking her clit and rubbing around it while I will show the more violent system which involves simulating sexual intercourse.”
Both she and Charlie then proceeded to finger-frig themselves closely watched by a dozen pairs of eyes.
Charles’ actions, as she stood (like a her father a week earlier) with her eyes closed, were small and only close attention revealed her forefinger playing her clit like a guitar string with occasional forays by her second finger deep in her now soaking cunt.
Matron, disconcertingly, seemed to looking directly at me, as she thrust two fingers at a time deep into her dark fanny whilst the upper part of her hand remained in contact with her clit.
“Sir?” White had his hand up again.
“Yes?”
“I think we can all see what Matron is focussing on,” there was a giggle as all eyes turned momentarily to me. “But what is Charlie concentrating on?”
“Charlie?” the Headmaster asked.
Without pausing in her ministrations Charlie said, “I’m thinking about last Sunday afternoon when I was in the barn with Clarke. I’m reminding myself of how his hands caressed my breasts and tickled my nipples. Then what his swelling dick and his balls felt like in my hand as I rolled them around. I’m remembering the way he removed my knickers and how he gently introduced his fully erect dick into my wet pussy before slowly and regularly pumping his organ in and out...ooh...in and out, in and out, in and out, and in and out. Each time he almost pulled it right out before carefully inserting its full length once again into my cunt...oooh....in long delicate strokes that...ooooh....seemed as if they would never end. I’m remembering the heat of his ramrod as it plumbed the depths....oooooh...of my....oooooh....my....ooooooh....my...oooooh...my soaking wet pussy...Ooooooh!” Her eyes sprang open as she carefully withdrew the finger she’d inserted once again into her cunt – the slick of cum created a string of juice from her finger to her cunny lips before breaking just as she inserted it into her mouth and sucked it clean.
Meanwhile Matron was still finger-fucking herself at quite a speed with her right hand whilst her left roamed over her tits, cupping and uncapping each in turn, plucking at her nipples and running over the expanse of pale breasts. Suddenly she quivered, her eyes never leaving my face, she then shuddered before letting out a long-held breath no one realised she had taken.
As she withdrew her two fingers from her cunt they looked as if they had been dipped in a pot of honey as a dollop of her sap dripped off and a clear tickle of cum ran down the inside of her leg.
“Well, thank you, ladies. I’ll let you both go off and tidy yourselves up. We will see you both again next week.”
Charlie and Matron slipped their clothes back on and left.
“Right class – you will need to remember what the girl as have told you and shown you because it will be put into action next week when we look at the act of fornication.
“When you are all ready I will dismiss you.
“Yes, Clarke?”
“Sir, have we any prep to do for next lesson, sir?”
Normally such a question would have earned him hoots of derision – not so with Health and Discovery.
“I think if you just remember what you have seen today that will be sufficient. There will certainly be no practical prep – but the reduction this week will certainly be made up for next week. Off you go, boys.”
As we left there was a hubbub of noise as we discussed the demonstrations we had just witnessed. Only Holt was unimpressed.
We may not have had much prep to do for the next lesson – but, judging by the creaking bed springs that night and every night for the following week, the chaps were revising their knowledge of female anatomy and were enjoying the work.
Chapter 5 – Coupling
None of us could wait for the H&D lesson the following week and it started with very mixed news.
The disappointing part was that Dr Werther informed us that this would be our final H&D lesson and from next week period would then be given over to Politics and Philosophy.
The far less disappointing element was the sight that met us when we came in – Clarke and Jenkins (who had showed me to the dormitory my first night) – both boys were standing wearing dressing gowns, and with them Dr Werther’s younger daughter, Violet, and our French teacher, Mrs Gill. These latter were also clad only in dressing gowns and while Violet was standing next to a chaise longue Mrs Gill was leaning on a kitchen table.
Violet was of slight build and, unlike Charlie, had long blonde hair down past her shoulders. Her facial features were sharp and there was a slight downturn to her mouth which was somehow quite appealing.
Mrs Gill was probably in her early forties and had medium length unruly black curly hair; an almost Mediterranean complexion and was, to put it mildly, quite plump.
“Now, settle down boys – this week I will not be giving you a running commentary on events – I will just introduce our main players and let them get on with their demonstrations. Suffice it for me to say that my younger daughter Violet and Jenkins, and Mrs Gill and Clarke will be going through the stages of sexual intercourse. Thank you, ladies and gentlemen, in your own time.”
With that Dr Werther sat down to form a part of the audience and we watched the unfolding stories. I glanced from one to the other throughout the whole event – but it may be easier if I describe them entirely separately in order to give a clearer picture of the proceedings.
Clarke was just six feet tall and very well built and towered over Violet who, like her sister, was quite slightly built but very curvaceous.
Thorpe and Violet put their arms around each other and cuddled for a moment before stepping apart slightly. Violet undid his belt and the front of his dressing gown fell open to reveal a well-toned body almost entirely without hair but sporting a very large erection and a pair of balls the size of which I had not seen before – they looked almost too heavy for his ball sac to carry and swung lazily with his every movement.
There was at least one sharp intake of breath – I wasn’t sure if it wasn’t from Holt.
Violet then pushed the dressing gown off Clarke’s shoulders and let it slip to the floor.
In turn he undid her belt and slid her gown off revealing a pair of boobs that were much smaller than Matron’s and were little more than bumps on her chest sporting a pair of nipples that must have been rubbing against the inside of her gown as they projected forward from her adding almost another half inch to her frontage. Her small-boned body sported a tiny waist but very wide hips accentuating her feminine form.
Like her sister, and Clarke, there was not a hair to be seen on her body giving us an uninterrupted view of her cunt which, like her nipples, was already excited judging by the swelling of the lips and the glistening wetness. I wondered if these two had been “warming up” a little before we came in.
Clarke ran his hands over her shoulders and in circles around her breasts, gradually homing in on her nipples after lazily massaging her almost flat chest. As he ministered to her nipples her hands were busy – one gently squeezing his giant balls, the other running gently up and down his dick.
After a few minutes Clarke turned his attention to Violet’s cunt – as if by prior arrangement she laid herself down on the chaise longue with her legs spread wide so we had a perfect view of her bald pink pussy. Clarke knelt over her head lowering his dick so that it touched her lips and she greedily licked it with her tongue and continued to play with his balls while her nose was buried in his jungle of orange hair.
He began to lean forward and she took the whole length of his prick into her mouth – throughout what followed she sucked at his member like a giant lollipop, occasionally letting his balls hang free so that they banged against the bridge of her nose as he moved.
He leaned towards her waiting pussy. Firstly he licked around it in large circles and slowly the circles go smaller and smaller until he was almost touching her cunny lips.
His tongue made occasional rapid dips into her cunt before retreating. The frequency of the “dipping” got greater and greater before he began to flick at her quite visible clitoris with the end of his tongue.
He then applied his lips to her lower lips and kissed as deeply as if it were her mouth causing her to make low guttural noises whilst still sucking on his dick.
When it seemed that both of them would simultaneously cum in each others’ mouths they disengaged and Clarke turned around. He placed his knees between hers and, leaning forward, slowly rubbed the head of his prick along the line of her pussy. She pulled at his shoulders to try to make him enter her but he resisted until cunt and dick were soaked in pre-cum and fanny juice.
Then gradually, he started to push his penis deeper and deeper into her vagina until it totally disappeared. He started to do what looked like press-ups, taking his weight on his hands and sucking at her nipples whenever they came in range of his mouth while his dick plunged in and out of her slippery slit.
It was like watching ballet the movements were so smooth and delicate – but, nonetheless there was a clear feeling of power about his thrusts.
It was not long before their panting became deeper and Violet started again on her guttural grunts. Still he poked backwards and forwards like a relentless steam engine never pausing in the regularity of his long, languid stroke.
With each downward thrust Violet gave out a virtual whinny of pleasure as I noticed that not only did his dick push in to her cunt but as it withdrew it was being rubbed heavily against her clitoris thus increasing her excitement.
I could feel the end of my dick getting wetter and was desperate to give it some relief, a glance around showed the other boys crossing and uncrossing their legs or gently massaging their cocks through their trousers.
Suddenly Violet gave out an almighty scream and her whole body juddered with pleasure as she clearly experienced a series of shuddering orgasms which, judging by the way Clarke’s backside quivered, coincided with his ejaculations.
After a few more moments of less regular thrusts (and counter-thrusts by Violet) Clarke finally subsided and sank on top of her sucking mightily at her barely discernible breasts and covering them in kisses.
Meanwhile Jenkins and Mrs Gill had not been idle. Mrs Gill had lost no time in shrugging off Jenkins’ gown revealing his wiry frame which was surprisingly hirsute – his whole chest was black with hair which ran down his stomach in a thin line and exploded around the base of his clearly circumcised cock. He may not have had the length of Clarke’s dick, but Jenkins’ member was noticeably fatter as it stuck out in front of him.
Mrs Gill sank to her knees before Jenkins and, without any preliminaries, greedily licked his dick and quickly took it into her mouth. Jenkins needed to do nothing as she sucked on his tool bobbing her head backwards and forwards as she let the “o” of her closed mouth run up and down its length. Occasionally she parted her lips and we saw that she was lightly running her teeth up and down his dick and giving it tiny bites on as she sucked him off.
He closed his eyes and then grabbed a handful of her hair in each hand and moved her head back and forth – luckily his cock was not long enough to cause her to gag and she could clearly resist his movements if she wanted.
After a while his movements of her head became more and more urgent until he finally bucked several times and let out a long groan.
Mrs Gill did not flinch from accepting what must have been a mouthful of cum. She gradually withdrew his prick from her mouth and a stream of his creamy spunk ran down her mouth onto her dressing gown.
He released her hair and she ran her mouth up through his dense pubic hair and through to his chest where she thoughtfully sucked at his nipples. Jenkins then undid her gown and let if fall revealing her Rubenesque figure. Full round breasts settled on a slight paunch above her generous hips. Her nipples were large and dark and looked like two large eyes staring at Jenkins. Her muff was a neat black lawn of finely trimmed hair surrounding her clearly visible labia and clitoris.
In spite of having cum copiously in Mrs Gill’s mouth Jenkins' pecker maintained its rigidity and the firm, fat tool looked fit for delivering a good fucking – which it was about to do.
Using his right hand to explore her crotch his left played with her nipples in turn. His first finger traced lines through the short grass surrounding her cunt in ever-decreasing circles until they touched her lower lips. It then ran up and down her slit before plunging in and out of her pussy, flicking the nub of her clit as it passed each time. When his finger was finally withdrawn it was soaked with her juices.
He then grasped her by the waist and she gave a slight jump as he seated her on the edge of the table. He then knelt and took her legs and placed one on each shoulder – his mouth was an inch away from her fanny – she reclined on the table and he stretched his arms to massage her breasts whilst addressing her pussy with his mouth.
Jenkins started by lightly kissing the lips of Mrs Gill’s cunt. He then, equally lightly, ran the tip of his tongue, over and over again, along the line of her slit curling around her excited clit as it passed each time– all the while his hands were kneading her magnificent bosom. He continued doing this until there was a visible slick of juice falling from her cunny to form a little pool on the floor between them.
He rose to his feet – her legs still over his shoulders – giving us a perfect view of her waiting fanny. Without warning he thrust his cock deep into her cunt with one stroke and pulled it right out again – she gasped.
He paused and then repeated the stab deep into her hole until his balls banged against her backside before fully withdrawing it once more with a slight slurping sound.
This pattern of thrusts fully in and completely out he repeated over and over again. A man with a longer dick might have had trouble hitting the fuck-hole every time; but the combination of his short stubby dick and her wide wet pussy ensured that every plunge was a bull’s-eye.
His tool slapped in and out of her fanny time after time creating a slopping sound every time it exited and causing her to gasp each time. Her black locks were spilt on the table which did not look too comfortable and she used her hands to grasp the table edge under each of her upraised legs to avoid being pushed across the table by the force of Jenkins’ strokes.
Over and over the slap-slurp-gasp routine was followed – there was no way Jenkins was going to cum quickly having just spewed his seed once into Mrs Gill’s mouth.
Although the Jenkins’ and Mrs Gill’s foreplay had not lasted as long as Clarke’s and Violet’s their main event was more drawn out.
I don’t know if they’d practised but it was quite surprising that just as Violet gave out her mighty scream Mrs Gill suddenly sat up, put her hands around Jenkins’ backside to stop him taking his dick out of her cunt and shouted at him, “Come on Jenkins, fuck me, fuck me fuck me fuck me.....Fuck me!” The last utterance was not an instruction but a comment followed by some deep panting by her and a repetition of Jenkins’ early shuddering release as he clearly ejaculated deep into her pussy.
As he slowly withdrew his dick a veritable gush of combined fluids ran out of Mrs Gill’s cunt down Jenkins’ legs and onto the floor. Mrs Gill sat up and smiled while Jenkins fetched their gowns and, just as Clarke and Violet were doing the same, slipped into them. The only signs that anything unusual had taken place were the large protuberances in the boys’ gowns, the dishevelled dewy-eyed look on the both of the ladies’ faces and a pool of liquid on the floor by the table.
There was spontaneous and prolonged round of applause from the boys in the room.
“Well thank you, all four of you. I will let you return to your studies or your duties.” With that the four left the room.
“What you have seen today is by no means a definitive guide to sexual intercourse – you will spend a lifetime discovering alternative methods of building up to orgasm with all of the future girls that you entertain. This afternoon you have seen some different approaches which resulted in four very satisfied people.
“I mentioned at the start that this is the last lesson of Health and Discovery – but it is not the last time we will visit issues involved. What you will need to do now is practice some of what you have seen.
“Over the next week you will each of you have your first sexual experience with a woman. Whereas in future your choice of partner will be entirely of your own choosing I have taken the liberty of assigning our female staff and associates to each of you. At some point over the next seven days you will find yourself unexpectedly alone with one of the following: Mrs Gill, Matron, Violet, Charlotte or Betsy.” (This last was a very comely looking local wench who was employed to do darning and help with laundry.)
There was some muttering amongst the boys as White whispered to Clarke, “I hope I get Violet.”
“Hush, boys, now is not the time for discussion. When you find yourself in the situation I have described I want you to take your time – don’t try to rush things or you will not enjoy it and neither will your partner. I will get reports from the ladies by the end of the week and will prepare your reports on this subject.”
If anticipation had been high following the precious lesson it was astronomical this time. We discussed who we would like to couple with – the three younger girls were the most popular – although there was some enthusiastic rehearsing of the attributes of both Matron and Mrs Gill.
Personally I really hoped that I would be coupled with Betsy as she had a very pleasant manner and enormous tits. We speculated about the who, the where and the when and I was surprised to discover that I was the first to test my todger.
Chapter 6 - First Fuck
The following day I was in French (with Mrs Gill) when a message came from Matron to say that I needed to finish my physical.
No one in the room was taken in by the excuse (including Mrs Gill) and I was cheered out by the entire class – although I had to say I was feeling a little disappointed that it was Matron and not Betsy. I determined to make the best of the situation.
When I arrived in Matron’s office I was confused at first because she did start to talk about the results of my height and weight measurements and I thought I had made an error until she suddenly said.
“Well, Scott, you know why we’re really here, don’t you? It’s your initiation into manhood. Now what do you want me to do and where would you like me?”
I was a little taken aback by the business-like attitude but decided to participate.
“Er, on the bed, please, and just sit there.” She sat on the edge of the bed in her blue matron’s overall which never quite looked big enough.
I walked over and gradually started to undo the buttons down the front.
“Do you mind if I help myself?” she asked putting her hands on my trouser waist. I shook my head and continued with the fastenings gradually revealing her deep cleavage and the industrial sized bra. By the time I’d opened her top to her waist she had undone my trousers; dropped them to the floor and was running her smooth hands up and down the inside of my thigh. My dick responded immediately, as best it could within the confines of my Y-fronts and she gradually ran her hands over and around the straining contents of my pants.
Meanwhile I continued undoing buttons until I reached the hem of her uniform and it fell open giving me an unrestricted view of her white lacy underwear that barely held her tits and hardly covered her muff. I looked at the bra and wondered how it opened.
As if reading my mind Matron said, “I’ll have to slip out this uniform before you can undo my bra – which, by the way if a front opener today for convenience.”
I’d thought her tits looked inviting over a week ago when we’d all seen them in class, but somehow, privately and still covered they looked even more welcoming. She stood and let her blue overall fall to the floor before sitting again and returning her attention to my groin. She began to ease my pants down little by little, first revealing my still relatively bald pubic area before catching on my dick as she pulled slowly. The bas of my swelling member came visible, followed by my balls until the band of my pants passed the end of my dick allowing it to spring up to just past the horizontal. She disposed of my underwear and gently stroked the length of my throbbing dick with one hand while gently squeezing and re-squeezing my balls with her other.
Meanwhile I turned my attention to her twin peaks and on how to release them. I saw the catch between her breasts, and marveled at their softness as I pressed against them to undo the release catch. It suddenly gave way and her boobs fairly sprang out and landed on her stomach. They were as large and as alluring as I remembered.
“This time, don’t just squeeze them, massage them and pay attention to my nipples,” she instructed whilst still delicately brushing my dick and clasping and unclasping my nuts.
I ran my hands over the top expanse of her tits and felt the amazing softness of her skin before cupping a breast in each hand and lifting and squeezing them in turn. I almost came there and then but was startled by Matron blowing on the end of my cock. Her tongue then shot out and curled around the head of my dick seemingly encircling the whole helmet, withdrawing to tickle the eyehole in the end before she blew gently on my now wet dick.
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