Dirty Rotten Schoolgirls

My life changed the week before Christmas last year when I lost my virginity.

I'm sure that many might say that not having sex until I was twenty-five was unnatural, twisted even. And, to be fair, knowing what I know now, I'd have to agree. But of course before that fateful lesson I was perfectly happy in my celibate state; perfectly happy waiting until I was married to my longstanding fiancée, Bethany.

Perhaps I should give you a little background so you understand just what a life-shifting experience I went through.

I met Bethany in the college library almost seven years ago on the first day I went to university. We were both churchgoers and neither of us had been in a relationship before. By the end of that week we had become girlfriend and boyfriend, after kissing perhaps half a dozen times.

Since then we had become inseparable.

We studied together at University — I read Mathematics while Bethany read English. We had then done a PGCE together, training to become teachers. Two years ago, we had even managed to come and work at the same school together, Feckwith College for Girls, a minor public boarding school in Sussex.

We could probably individually have found better jobs but Feckwith was the only non-inner city school that could offer us both a role, a lucky circumstance in that Feckwith wouldn't have normally taken a male member of staff at all were it not for the national shortage of Maths teachers.

The headmistress at Feckwith, the formidable Miss Birstthwaite, had only employed us after assurances that we wouldn't live together as man and wife, despite our recent engagement. We had reassured her that we were committed Christians and were completely opposed to sex before marriage.

And so for the last two or three years, Bethany and I have had separate rooms at the school. In fact my room is part of the caretaker's lodge a few hundred yards away from the main school building where the rest of the staff and girls live.

In retrospect I don't really remember how I could have been so content with my sexless state. When we were together in private, Bethany and I would hold hands and kiss chastely. But even on the most romantic of evenings, Bethany would always dampen my arousal if I appeared over-animated, promising me that it would be worth the wait. It amazes me now but I've still never seen her naked and nor have we indulged in any foreplay or any other sexual antics.

Early in our relationship I seem to remember I found it difficult but I always managed to suppress my excitement. I didn't even masturbate often as I'd been taught from an early age that it was harmful and iniquitous, although I did as a consequence regularly have unwelcome wet dreams sometimes brought on by my u*********s manipulation. Eventually I suppose I got used to it.

Since we had come to work at Feckwith, it had definitely become tougher for me. I found myself surrounded by an all-female teaching staff and three hundred girls. In particular the oldest girls caused me difficulty as they seemed to take real pleasure in teasing me.

I suppose it might have been even worse if I were in any way an attractive man. Fortunately, if that's the right word, I'm physically small, a touch too thin with a receding hairline, glasses and a distinct overbite. People say that Bethany looks a like an attractive version of me and I've always found her most beautiful.

The trouble started with the three girls in my final year Maths class. I had been teaching them for a year already and had always found them uncomfortable to manage. Since they had started their final year and turned eighteen though, matters had deteriorated.

They seemed to have no respect for me whatsoever during lessons, probably spurred on by my meek somewhat timid personality and by the simple fact that there were only three of them in the class giving it a more intimate nature than others.

During the Michaelmas term, they had spent most of their lessons affectionately mocking me and ignoring my ineffectual attempts at discipline. I had to say that despite their lack of respect, I liked all three of them for their bright playful personalities. It also helped that they all seemed to have a natural disposition for the subject.

It was in the final double Maths lesson of the term, on the morning of the last school day before Christmas, that it happened. This was always a challenging time as the girls were all looking forward to going home rather than having their minds on their lessons but the impact on this particular class was dramatic.

The two girls that had always been the worst culprits were Christine and Brigitte. Chloe, the third member of the class, was a little more shy but she usually joined the others with only a little encouragement.

On this particular occasion, the girls had traipsed in a few minutes late after morning assembly.

The first thing I noticed was that both Brigitte and Christine were not wearing the correct uniform. Their navy blazers were open, revealing that their white blouses were unbuttoned at the top and their red and blue striped ties loosened down to their chests; also their grey skirts ended well above their knees and their legs were covered not in the approved thick grey woollen tights but in something significantly more dark, sheer and suggestive. They were also wearing shoes with considerably higher heels than allowed.

And if I wasn't mistaken, they were also wearing eye shadow and lipstick! All-in-all they looked inappropriately mature.

Chloe, a tall willowy auburn-haired girl with soft green eyes and a sweet smile was wearing her uniform correctly although even she had loosened her tie somewhat.

“Brigitte! Christine! What on earth are you wearing? Please do up your blouses and ties. And those skirts are just too short. If Miss Birstthwaite sees you, you'll be given detentions!”

Brigitte, a leggy curvaceous brunette with an impertinent smile, gave her best friend Christine a significant look before replying insolently as she sat down at the front of the class. “Miss Birstthwaite isn't here today, Sir. Remember, she's away in London at a conference. Anyway, Miss Stricker already gave us a bl**dy detention at assembly. She said we had to get changed straight after this lesson, during morning break.”

The Miss Stricker to whom Brigitte was referring was Bethany, my fiancée. “Please don't swear, Brigitte,” I warned calmly.

Christine, an energetic tall full-chested tactile blonde, chipped in. “It's not fair. It's the last day of term! No-one else is wearing their uniform properly but she doesn't pick on them. I'd really like to get her back. She's such a cow!” she whined.

For a reason I had never really understood, Bethany had often made clear that she didn't particularly like these girls but this was just too much! “Christine! How dare you speak about any of your teachers in such a disrespectful way? You'll do well to watch what you say; otherwise you'll be getting another detention from me!” “Sorry, Mr. Bletchflap!” Christine replied with a smirk. “I forgot she was your girlfriend.”

Brigitte added, “Yeah, sorry, Sir. She can just be a bit funny. You know we really like you though, don't you, Sir? Particularly, Chloe. She really fancies you, Sir.”

“Oh, yeah,” Christine agreed with a smile. “Chloe thinks you're lovely.”

Chloe blushed bright red at this affectionate teasing from her friends. “Stop it!” she giggled, although she didn't deny the accusation.

“Fucking hell, Sir. It's really hot in here,” Brigitte said cheekily as she took off her blazer, thrusting her considerable chest out as she did so. I'd been in early to put the radiators on as some of the pupils had been complaining about the chilliness of the winter weather and the classroom had indeed become quite warm. However, nothing excused such vulgar language.

“Brigitte! If I have to warn you again you'll be getting a detention,” I repeated.

“Oh, Mr. Bletchflap. You don't really mind, do you? I thought we were your favourites,” Brigitte breathed, pouting at me imploringly.

I knew it was virtually suicidal in the circumstances but I couldn't help it. I blushed.

Christine giggled. “Oh, Sir. You're so sweet!” she said kindly which made me blush even more.

“Please, girls. We really need to get on. I want you to turn to chapter 11 in your calculus book…” I looked up and stopped, aghast at what I could see. “Brigitte what are you doing?”

Brigitte, who had already walked in with her top two blouse buttons undone, had decided to unfasten another, revealing a remarkably deep creamy freckled cleavage ensconced in an elaborate white bra.

“Oh it's so hot, Sir. I need to get some air,” she whined.

“Please, Brigitte you have to do your blouse back up! What if someone came in?”

“Oh, don't worry, Mr. Bletchflap. No one will see. And don't you like looking, Sir?” she replied coquettishly.

I spluttered in disbelief at her nerve, fully aware that I was well out of my depth. I decided it would be best to ignore her completely and turned to my notes while they giggled disconcertingly.

I finally managed to start the lesson, which was on differentiating trigonometric functions, carefully keeping my eyes on the girls' faces as I talked to them.

However within a few minutes they started even more trouble. Christine dropped her pen, stood up, gave me a smile as if to catch my attention, then turned and bent at her waist to pick it up.

I couldn't help but stare as her skirt rode up over what I had thought were her tights to reveal that they were nothing of the sort! She was wearing stockings! Her thighs were lightly tanned and smooth. I sighed once in wonder before realising that Brigitte was watching my unfortunate reaction.

“Christine! You shouldn't be wearing, um, er…” I stammered to a halt not knowing how to articulate my outrage.

“Ooh! Sir! Did you just look up my skirt! You're so naughty,” Christine complained in mock indignation as she turned towards me. She lifted her skirt deliberately to reveal the tops of her thighs and a just a glimpse of white knickers. “They're called hold-ups, Sir. They let my bits breathe. You won't tell anyone, will you, Sir? After all, you know I don't mind you looking.”

Once more I was crimson with embarrassment.

“She's got lovely legs, hasn't she, Sir?” Brigitte added unnecessarily. “And a great arse too.”

“Brigitte, please stop!” I said in a strangled voice.

“And if you like Christine's bum, you should see Chloe's. It's really pert!” Brigitte said.

“Please stop! This conversation is highly inappropriate,” I protested feebly as Christine finally sat down.

“Oh, come on, Sir. It's the last day of term. Wouldn't you rather talk about nice things like Chloe's arse or Brigitte's boobs rather than calculus? You know we can catch back up quickly in the New Year,” Christine said earnestly. It was true that all three girls were intelligent but her argument was still specious.

“Christine, please…” I started to object before being interrupted again by her.

“Don't you ever fantasise about other women, Sir? I know you're in love with Miss Stricker but she's a bit straight isn't she, Mr. Bletchflap? And she's not much to look at either.”

Before I could say anything Brigitte joined in. “Yeah, Sir. She's, well, a bit bony and she always looks so severe. And she's so skinny and flat-chested. Don't you ever want to have a feel of a nice big pair like mine or Christine's? Though to be fair, Chloe's tits aren't huge either but they're a lovely shape with gorgeous big nipples, aren't they, Chloe? You should see them, Sir. I have.”

Once more my subconscious betrayed me as I glanced at Chloe's chest, her slender figure exaggerating the size of her high pert breasts. I looked up to see Chloe's bewitching green eyes glowing with satisfaction as she smiled enigmatically at me.

I shook my head and took a deep breath trying my best to remain calm but I was struggling to control my agitation. For a few seconds, I buried my face in my hands in confusion.

In response Brigitte stood up to lean over me with a concerned look on her face, her deep brown eyes perceptive and urbane. I could see right down between her large round boobs to the front of her lacy bra.

“Are you OK, Sir?”

“Brigitte, please,” I stammered. “You really should sit down. I'm fine. And you must do up your blouse. I'm sure your, er, bra isn't within the school dress code.”

“Oh, I'm so sorry, Sir. Shall I take it off, Sir? I don't want to get into trouble.”

“No, please don't!” I gasped but she was already undoing the last few buttons of her tight white blouse.

“Brigitte, what are you doing?” Chloe gasped, her eyes wide in amazement. Christine however was giggling with delight at her friend's behaviour.

“It's OK, Chloe,” Brigitte replied smoothly as the last button was unfastened. “I don't think Mr. Bletchflap really minds. Do you, Sir?” she said as she finally opened up her blouse completely.

Brigitte's breasts were simply enormous, snugly held in a lovely delicate white bra. Her skin was pale and freckled and her stomach taut and flat. I knew that I shouldn't but I just couldn't stop staring. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I shifted uncomfortably in my chair as I became explosively and immediately erect under the desk.

Christine came to stand beside Brigitte before glancing at Chloe. “Chloe, would you mind keeping watch, babe?” she asked.

Chloe licked her lips and nodded before going to stand by the door, although she kept a close eye on the events unfolding at my desk. Luckily the classroom was at the end of a corridor and its windows weren't overlooked.

“Thanks, Chloe,” Christine said before turning back to me, her limpid blue eyes sparkling hungrily. “Isn't Brigitte gorgeous, Sir? And she's got lovely tits. Don't you just want to reach out and touch them?” she said her arms slowly encircling her friend to gently cup the undersides of her glorious breasts. Brigitte's tie as hanging incongruously down her cleavage.

My hands twitched in need but I managed to bite back my urgent restlessness.

“You have to stop, girls,” I hissed painfully.

Christine's long graceful fingers lightly slid up a few inches higher to squeeze Brigitte's boobs on the full. “Oh, Sir,” she moaned, “they're so firm and fat. Why don't I get them out for you?”

Brigitte's grin was huge as her friend stood back and deftly unclipped her bra. Brigitte held it on for a brief tantalising moment before she slipped it off, allowing her hands to drop and reveal the full magnificence of her chest.

“Oh, Brigitte!” Chloe whispered from the door, shocked at the sheer naughtiness of what her friends were doing.

My mouth was too dry for me to say anything. As I've already mentioned I had never before seen Bethany's breasts or indeed any other woman's, at least not in real life. To go from such paucity to the lush sublime abundance of Brigitte's stupendous bosom was just too much for me. I moaned out loud at the sight of the high dark brown ovals of her small hard nipples causing Brigitte to give a low laugh in wicked knowing delight.

“Please you have to stop. Somebody might see us,” I groaned but they didn't listen.

Instead Christine reached around her schoolmate once again to softly caress her breasts.

“They're so lovely, Sir. Go on, have a good squeeze,” she urged. “I bet Miss Stricker's tits don't feel as soft and full and firm as these. Go on, Mr. Bletchflap. You know you want to.”

And of course I did. But somehow I managed to keep my hands flat on the desk, away from hot sinful temptation that Brigitte's astounding gravity-defying chest represented.

“This is wrong. You have to stop,” I repeated but I couldn't take my eyes from Brigitte's heavy boobs as Christine's dainty fingers pinched her nipples, rolling them firmly between finger and thumb.

“Does Miss Stricker like you to lick her tiny titties, Sir? I love licking tits,” Christine breathed, her clear azure eyes keeping hold of mine as she slowly lent forward to flick her long lithe pink tongue repeatedly over Brigitte's left nipple, causing me to bark a groan of utter disbelief.

Brigitte moaned in pleasure, closing her eyes and muttering an obscenity as Christine began to suck in earnest, making loud smacking sounds as her lips occasionally slipped from Brigitte's fine breasts.

I shook my head to clear it. I couldn't stand up and reveal my excited state. I opened my mouth in an effort to reason with them but before I could start things got even worse.

At some unspoken gesture Christine stood back and Brigitte pulled off her tie and reached down to her sleek hips to unzip her grey skirt.

“No. Please, no,” I whimpered but the skirt fell to the floor revealing white high-cut non-regulation briefs and sheer black elasticated stockings. Her thighs were long and made a small enticing 'v' at their junction with the bulge of her plump pubis. I was intoxicated.

She turned slowly, facing her perfect bottom towards me. She began to unhurriedly, deliberately peel down her knickers.

As the top of the crack of her bum came into view, Christine slid her hand down her friend's back until she was squeezing her pert buttocks.

Finally, with her panties on the floor, Brigitte slowly turned to reveal that she was cupping her vagina with her right hand. “Would you like to see, Mr. Bletchflap?”

I didn't say anything, desperately trying not to look at the small strip of dark hair that was peeking out from behind her hand.

Christine decided to join in. “Go on, Sir. Don't you want to see Brigitte's pussy?”

It was only a few seconds after that I realised I had nodded.

“Here you are, Sir. Just for you,” Brigitte promised as she sat back on the desk and slowly spread her legs, still wearing her heeled shoes.

For a few moments there was silence. The girls, perhaps realising the enormity of their actions, paused to gauge my reaction.

I, for my part, was spellbound. I knew this so wrong on so many levels but I just couldn't f***e myself to leave or to call for help. Matters had gone too far.

Brigitte's legs were wide open, exposing her glistening pink lips to me, only a few inches from my face. Her clitoris was turgid and peeping out from below a cute hood nestled just under a beautifully trimmed strip of dark brown hair. The lips themselves were lewdly welcoming, gaping open to uncover her wet slick hole. I could smell her – sweet, sharp and headily seductive.

“Oh damn,” I swore entirely uncharacteristically.

My curse galvanised Christine into action. With a dirty challenging smile, she slid her right hand across and then down Brigitte's stomach until her manicured middle finger slipped over her clitoris and between her lips to slowly push into her hole.

“Oh my God,” I blasphemed, transfixed by sight of Brigitte's violation and the sound of her deep needful moans.

Christine began to unhurriedly slide her finger in and out of Brigitte, whose groaning was becoming higher and louder, although I could still hear the rude squelching of the finger in her pussy.

Christine began to speak to me in time with her scandalous manipulations. “As you can tell, Sir, we're very friendly. It gets cold and lonely in our dormitory during the long cold nights and so we like to keep each other warm with our fingers and tongues. Does Miss Stricker keep you warm at night, Sir? Personally I think she's too frigid to be any good in bed. I bet she doesn't put out very often. Maybe that's why you keep looking at us so hungrily, Sir.”

I wanted to deny this accusation but nothing came out beyond some incoherent mumbling. Christine's finger was sodden with Brigitte's juices.

She continued. “Would you like to stick you finger up her, Sir? Or even better your cock? I bet you're nice and hard under the desk, Mr. Bletchflap. Why don't you take it out and you can push it into Brigitte's cunt? She won't mind, Sir. She's a real slut. She fucks the village boys at the weekends for extra cash.”
“Ugh, ugh. Oh. So do you,” Brigitte hissed at her friend who smiled back at her affectionately.

Christine turned her attention back to me, her ice-blue eyes compelling as she began to rub two fingers across Brigitte's hard clitoris. “Come on, Sir. At least have a feel. Go on, slip a finger in. Please, Sir. She needs it.”

I couldn't hold off any longer. I began to move my right hand across the desk towards her.

I was saved by Brigitte's orgasm which was sudden and explosive. “Oh, fuck, yes,” she screeched, her breasts wobbling deliciously as she shuddered to a climax.

Christine must have noticed the momentary movement of my hand because she smiled knowingly at me.

Keeping eye contact, she slowly lifted her fingers to her mouth and licked them.

“Mmm. Oh, Sir. She tastes so nice. Here you try her too.” She lent towards me and moved her right hand towards my face. I felt paralysed with fear and lust.

I could smell Brigitte even more strongly as Christine lifted her fingers to just under my nose before slowly smearing my lips with pussy juice. Despite what my brain was telling me to do, I opened my mouth and my tongue slipped over her fingers. I had never tasted anything so delicious.

“Oh shit! Strictly's coming!”

The next few moments were a blur. It took a few seconds for me to realise that 'Strictly' meant Miss Stricker, my dear Bethany. And if Chloe could see her at the end of the corridor we only had maybe fifteen seconds before she would be at the door!

My panic was sudden. I could feel my heart beating powerfully and a tight choking sensation across my chest as I struggled to breathe. I moaned in distress as the girls moved around me. Any moment now my fiancée was going to come in and find me with a shapely naked girl sitting a few inches from my face!

Christine grabbed Brigitte's clothes off the floor and threw them at her. “Under the desk!” she hissed.

Brigitte nodded, and slipped off the desk onto my lap, straddling me with her long legs. Despite the pressure we were under, she managed to smile at me saucily as her pert buttocks writhed on top of my erection. “Ooh! Sir! I can feel your cock,” she laughed before pushing me back and wriggling into the, thankfully, enclosed well under my desk.

Chloe and Christine quickly sat down into their seats opening their books as if didn't have a care in the world.

I stared at them agape and then down at Brigitte who was snugly ensconced under me. She grabbed my legs and pulled me forward on my chair so that she couldn't be seen.

There was a knock on the door. I knew it was coming yet I still jumped. I looked at Christine. She nodded at me with a reassuring smile.

I cleared my throat before loudly saying, “Enter,” although the door was already opening.

Bethany came in and gave me a quick tight smile before briefly sneering at the girls. She stopped just to the left of my desk and slightly to the fore so that, luckily, she wouldn't be able to see under the desk.

“Er. Um. Good Morning, Miss Stricker. How can I help?” I asked with a quaver in my voice.

“Good Morning, Mr. Bletchflap. I just wanted to give Christine and Brigitte their detention slips. As you may have noticed they thought they could take advantage of Miss Birstthwaite's absence and not wear the correct school uniform. Where is Brigitte by the way?” she asked me, looking over her glasses at me. She was wearing a severely cut grey skirt-suit which perhaps didn't flatter her slight body shape.

I jumped and stuttered as I felt Brigitte's hand squeeze my erect penis through my trousers.

“Oh, she's in the lavatory, Miss,” Christine smoothly interjected, noticing my disconcertedness.

I gripped my desk in terror as I felt my flies being slowly unzipped. I wanted to leap away but I daren't expose my aroused state.

“Oh, well, I shall leave this on her desk then,” Bethany said placing the blue slip down deliberately before turning to Christine.

Seeing that Bethany was facing away from me, I pushed back briefly and dared a glance down at Brigitte who grinned back up at me before sliding her right hand teasingly into my trousers.

Bethany started to speak which fortunately covered my gasp as Brigitte's warm hand clasped my penis and pulled it out. “And you Christine, this is for you; just make sure I never catch you in such slutty non-regulation clothing ever again! Do you understand?” she said sternly, leaning over her threateningly.

Christine sullenly agreed, “Yes, Miss,” before glancing up at me. Her eyes widened as she saw me convulse in a combination of pleasure and fear as Brigitte slid her warm wet mouth over the head of my penis.

Luckily Bethany stared severely for a few more seconds at Christine else she would have surely seen my befuddled expression, glaringly signalling my confused excitement at the sheer feelings of bliss emanating from Brigitte's adept mouth on my genitals.

By the time she finally turned I had managed to fix a more neutral look in my face despite the f***eful sucking I could now feel as Brigitte slowly slid her lips in a tight ring up and down my poor penis.

Bethany walked over to my desk. I pushed forward to conceal the lascivious schoolgirl kneeling between my legs, inadvertently causing another inch or two of my penis to slide into her mouth.

“I hope you don't mind me interrupting, Mr. Bletchflap,” she said, leaning over me. “I just didn't want them to feel that they could get away with such blatant exhibitionism and lasciviousness. Brigitte in particular is a dirty little whore,” she added in a whisper. “Make sure she gets that slip!”

I cleared my throat and winced slightly as Brigitte gently bit my glans in a warning at Bethany's admonishment although she made up for it immediately by flicking her tongue wetly over the offended area.

“Er, no problem, Bethany, I mean, Miss Stricker,” I said brokenly.

Bethany lent even closer. I was acutely conscious that only a few inches under her hands, Brigitte was doing her best to make me ejaculate in her mouth. “Are you OK, Ronald?” she said quietly. “You look a little unwell.”

“Oh, I'm fine. Really. I'll see you later,” I replied after a pause during which Brigitte licked down my shaft to suck my testicles.

Bethany looked puzzled but eventually said, “All right. I'll see you at lunch.”

I even managed a quick smile as Bethany turned on her heel, waving at me as she made to leave.

I began to relax when suddenly she paused at the door and turned back to face the class.

“And Christine, make sure you and Brigitte take that make-up off at breaktime too.”

Christine nodded tightly and Bethany smiled smugly at her before turning and leaving, the door closing loudly behind her.

I swore under my breath.

At this point, Brigitte's head was slowly bobbing up and down me giving me indescribable pleasure. She was making a wet squelching sound as she sucked. I knew what was about to happen and there was nothing I could do about it.

Chloe jumped up and ran to the door to peep down the corridor. She watched for a few seconds before turning to give the thumbs up. “She's gone!”

I pushed back from the desk on my chair, Brigitte's mouth clamped firmly around me as she shuffled forward on her knees.

“Oh, fuck! Brigitte!” Christine said, staring at the rude juncture of my penis and Brigitte's soft pink lips.

“Oh, my god,” Chloe murmured as she came to stand close with obvious interest and watch Brigitte's head bobbing up and down me at a terrifyingly quick rate.

Obviously my fiancée's presence had provided some sort of distraction and delay to the wonderful feeling of being fellated because, within seconds, I cried out loud and began to orgasm noisily.

As I had mentioned I engaged in no sexual relations with Bethany and nor did I masturbate often so I hadn't ejaculated in many weeks. Maybe this explains the sheer quantity of my ejaculate which filled Brigitte's mouth in just a few voluminous squirts. Her eyes opened wide in surprise and she coughed as she began to swallow, streams of thick white goo escaping at the corners of her mouth.

My climax lasted for an age until poor Brigitte's face was covered in my semen. Although, as a testament to her determination, she kept masturbating me over her face so that the last few dribbles wiped off onto her cheeks.

She kissed the end of my penis before sitting back on her knees.

“Fuck me, Sir! You came a ton! Wow!”

Christine began to giggle. “Oh fuck. That is so funny. I can't believe you sucked off Mr. Bletchflap while Strictly was talking to him. You're such a slag, Brigitte!”

Brigitte began to laugh in response. “I'm covered in spunk. Come on, Christine. Lick it off me.”

Christine gave me an arch glance before kneeling down next to her friend. They kissed intimately, their tongues intertwining, before Christine began to clean her friend's face with long confident swipes of her long confident tongue.

My penis twitched in response at this lewd display.

Chloe shook her head disbelievingly. “I can't believe this is happening!”

“Oh, Chloe. Don't be such a prude. Here you try a bit. I bet you like it,” Christine said, wiping her finger over my glans to catch a final stray drop. She offered it to Chloe. “Go on, Chloe.”

Chloe hesitated before leaning quickly down and sucking Christine's finger clean. I let out a lustful groan at this filthy display.

“What do you think?” Brigitte asked as if she we were discussing a milkshake.

Chloe considered as she tasted my semen. “It's a little more salty than I thought but it's OK.”

I shook my head. I had to regain control. I couldn't believe these callow young women had put my career and my relationship at risk for nothing more than to get back at my fiancée for giving them a detention. I stood up.

“I can't believe what you just did, Brigitte! It was so irresponsible!” I shouted. “Get your clothes back on now before anyone sees!”

Brigitte sulked at me saucily and stood up. “Oh come on, Sir. You loved it.” She reached out and squeezed my penis. Despite my recent climax, I twitched in her hand. “See!” she continued, “You can't honestly say that you didn't like me sucking your cock, Mr, Bletchflap. And in any case if I've been bad, perhaps you should spank me.” She took a step forward, pressing her considerable bosom against me, while she fondled me.

“Stop it!” I ordered although I made no move to remove her hand beyond taking a step back so that my back was to the whiteboard behind me.

Christine stood to join her friend, her blue eyes intense as she reached down to gently squeeze my testicles.

“Yeah, Sir. You can't pretend you didn't like having Brigitte's dirty hot mouth slurping on your dong. I bet you'd like me to do it to you as well, wouldn't you?”

“Stop this, please!” I begged. Brigitte began to nuzzle and kiss my neck while Christine kept talking.

“Does Miss Stricker give good head, Sir? If I were your girlfriend, I'd suck you off every day. Does she suck it for you lots, Sir?”

I just groaned in reply as she knelt down in front of me.

Her mouth felt different to Brigitte's but just as good. She concentrated more on flicking her tongue over me, eliciting an almost immediate response as I hardened once more.

“Ooh, Sir! You're so naughty. You've got hard again,” Brigitte teased. She continued to slowly masturbate me into Christine's mouth with one hand. With the other she grabbed my hands, one at a time, and put them onto her firm fat breasts.

“No, this is wrong,” I moaned but it didn't stop me squeezing her enormous boobs and rubbing the palms of my hands over her hard brown nipples. I was astounded by the soft smoothness coupled with the firm weight of her bosom.

“Oh, Sir. That's nice. Go on, pinch them,” Brigitte suggested. I found myself doing just that.

“Wow, Sir. That's really rude,” Chloe said, her green eyes wide with astonishment at the sight of me groping one of her friends while the other orally satisfied me.

Christine stood up, my rigid penis releasing from her mouth with a pop. “I feel really horny, Sir. I need a fuck,” she added as she began to undress.

“No, I can't!” I begged her but she pulled off her tie and blouse and stepped out of her skirt to reveal small white briefs, a plain matching bra and those black hold-up stockings.

Christine's body wasn't quite as curvaceous as Brigitte's with longer legs and a more slender bottom but her breasts were still large and her skin slightly tanned. She reached behind her back to undo her bra.

“Oh, go on, Sir. One fuck won't do any harm. I guarantee I'm a better shag than Strictly. How often does she put out for you, Sir?” she asked crudely.

“That's private,” I replied quickly as I reddened at her question.

Something in the way I blushed must have alerted her because Chloe said, out of the blue, “Mr. Bletchflap, are you a virgin?”

I stuttered in embarrassment not knowing what to say.

Brigitte laughed at my response or rather lack of it. “Oh this is fucking fantastic! Don't you and Miss Stricker ever do it? Are you waiting to get married? Oh I would love to see her face if she were to find out that we'd popped your cherry!”

Christine was grinning amusedly too. “Me first! You've already come,” she said pulling away her bra to expose two soft full breasts with light brown nipples. “Although,” she added thoughtfully, “Chloe, I know how much you like him. Do you want to have first shot?”

Chloe blushed delightfully, paused for a second before shaking her head.

Christine smiled at her. “OK but it's your loss! You can't stay a virgin forever, darling,” she said before kicking off her shoes and pulling down her knickers. She continued matter-of-factly as she grabbed me by my tie and pulled me towards the desk. “Why don't you watch us fuck him and then decide if you want to try it too.”

She pushed me back onto my desk and pulled my trousers and boxer shorts down to my ankles.

“Right, Mr. Bletchflap. Lie back on there. I want to look into your eyes when I take your virginity.”

By this time I wasn't even pretending to resist. I couldn't take my eyes from the juncture of Christine's legs as she began to idly finger her virtually hairless pussy.

I lay back as she clambered on top of me and held me ready at her delicious hot entrance.

Brigitte lent over me, her breasts saying enticingly above me. “Go on, Christine. Fuck him!” she encouraged.

Christine slowly pushed down, slipping my penis into her, taking her time to inch it in, extracting the maximum amount of pleasure from the experience. She felt immensely tight and hot.

Once she had slid me all the way in, she sighed in satisfaction. “Oh, Sir. That's so good. Strictly doesn't know what she's missing.” She began to grind her hips back and forth making me immediately moan in bliss.

So this was what it was like! Why hadn't I done it before, I asked myself. It was amazing!

Brigitte guided my hands to Christine's bouncing breasts before lifting my head so that I could rest it on her lap.

Christine's boobs weren't as heavy as Brigitte's but were still a delightful handful. In my excitement I began to twist her nipples which seemed to be very welcome judging from her groans of lust.

As Christine continued to lewdly ride me, Brigitte directed my mouth to her left nipple. Despite my inexperience, I began to lick and suck it with gusto.

I was vaguely aware of Chloe walking around us and gasping occasionally at the utterly depraved show we were providing but I'm ashamed to say I could think of nothing else but the slick tight heat of Christine's vagina around my erection and the huge soft heft of Brigitte's breasts in my mouth. In retrospect, if I hadn't ejaculated only moments before I would probably have exploded within seconds of assuming this sinful position.

It felt like an age but was probably no more than few minutes before Christine began shuddering in climax. “Oh, fuck yes, Sir. Oh, yes, I'm coming,” she screeched as she bucked frenetically on me before collapsing forward onto my chest.

She looked up at me and smiled. “Ooh, Sir, thank you. That was really lovely. You've got a really nice cock.”

For a few seconds I felt a real affection for her but Brigitte interrupted my reverie. “Come on, Christine. It's my go!”

Christine slid off me, allowing my erection to slide up her body and between the valley of her breasts before giving it a brief sucking, obviously not concerned about tasting herself on me. I stood up, my hard penis waving in front of me.

Brigitte climbed onto the edge of the desk, lewdly presented her bum to me. “Do you want to try from behind, Sir?”

I didn't say anything, knowing that I was doing wrong but not caring. I grabbed her hips and tried to push myself into her, causing her to squeal and move forward.

“Oh, Sir! Not up there. At least not right now. Maybe later!” she laughed. It took a few seconds to realise that I had accidentally tried to enter her bottom.

“Oh, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to!” I said mortified at my near error.

“Oh that's fine, Mr. Bletchflap. Maybe we could try it another time, you know, when I've got some lotion or something.”

Christine, who was standing beside shook her head. “You dirty slut!” she said in wonder.

Brigitte laughed. “Don't pretend you've never taken it up your arse. Go on, do me a favour and help him in.”

Christine, smiling at Brigitte's response took hold of me and positioned me a little lower down. “There you go, Sir. Give her a good fucking,” she encouraged.

This time I entered Brigitte's vagina without incident. Much like Christine, she felt heavenly and I very quickly fell into a rhythm as I thrust my hips back and forth, standing behind her.

I looked up to see Chloe with one hand under her skirt touching herself intimately and with the other inside her blouse as she tweaked her own nipples. I caught her eye and we smiled at each other lustfully.

Once she was satisfied I was copulating properly with her friend, Christine walked around to the front of the desk and sat down in front of Brigitte. She swivelled around, lifting one long leg gracefully over her so that she was facing me with Brigitte's face between her legs. Then with a wicked smirk, she shuffled forward until she was muffling Brigitte's moans with her wet pussy. Brigitte was obviously experienced at such antics as she immediately began to lick her friend enthusiastically.

Matters continued in this manner for a while longer until Christine began to lose control as she approached orgasm.

“Oh, yes, Sir. Go on, fuck her hard. I can feel you thrusting through her body. She's such a slut isn't she? Tell her, Sir. She loves it. Go on, tell her.”

Carried up in the lust of the moment, I complied. “Yes, she is. She's a dirty little whore. Oh, damn, yes. She's so tight and hot and wet. She's so naughty!” I began.

Obviously this was too much for them as they both climaxed almost immediately within seconds of each other.

Christine staggered off the desk and into Chloe's arms on wobbly legs but I kept thrusting in and out of Brigitte, desperate to find my own release until she begged me to stop. “Please no more. I can't keep going. Please stop — I'll finish you off with my mouth. I promise.”

Reluctantly I pulled out and moved around to Brigitte's mouth. As she began to bob her head on me, I called confidently to Christine. “You too,” I ordered.

Christine sat down next to her friend, leaning down to lick my balls and shaft as Brigitte swiped her tongue over me. I had never felt so powerful.

I looked up and caught Chloe's eye once more. Her pupils were dilated in arousal. I motioned her towards me.

She walked slowly closer until I held my hands out to her. Something must have snapped because she threw herself at me and then began to urgently kiss me as we embraced. I kissed her back, our tongues entwining in mutual need. We both began ripping her clothes off.
The two girls fellating me pulled back in amazement.

“Fuck me!” Brigitte exclaimed in amazement at Chloe's sudden transformation.

Christine jumped up and clapped her hands together girlishly. “Oh, this so great, Chloe,” she said happily as she helped undo her blouse. “Finally you're going to fuck!”

I grabbed Brigitte by her hair and pushed myself back into her mouth. She moaned but began to suck hard on me again as Christine pulled off Chloe's underwear and tights.

Chloe's body was a stunning as I could ever have imagined. She was lithe and slender, her skin pale and freckled. Her bottom was tight and pert and her red-tipped breasts surprisingly large against her slim frame. She lay back on the desk spreading her legs to expose a small bright red thatch of hair above her pretty pink pussy.

She looked up at and begged me, “Please, Sir! I need you.”

I pulled my cock from Brigitte's mouth with a pop and stepped forward to stand between Chloe's open legs.

Christine took hold of my erection and lodged me at Chloe's opening.

Brigitte sat down next to her to cradle her head. “Oh this is so romantic,” she sighed. She looked up at me. “You do know Chloe's got a real crush on you, Sir? She often murmurs your name when she's playing with herself!”

“Brigitte!” Chloe protested although without any real heat,

I lent down and kissed Chloe deeply before slowly pushing myself into her, until, after a momentary resistance I was all the way in.

Chloe held me tightly as I began to rock in and out of her gently. “Oh, yes, Ronald,” she whispered in my ear.

As we gently made love I felt a wet tongue on my dangling testicles, I looked down behind me to see Brigitte contributing to the situation with her mouth. Daringly she began to lick my anus, a pleasure I hadn't even known existed.

Having just copulated with both Brigitte and Christine it wasn't surprising that I was rather excited. “Oh, Chloe,” I moaned within a few minutes. “I'm getting close.”

“Oh, just a bit more,” she groaned under me, raising her hips to meet my downward thrusts.

“Let me help,” Christine offered. She lent over Chloe, kissing her mouth, before moving down to her breasts. I watched in delight as she began flicking her long clever tongue over Chloe's right nipple. “Brigitte, help me out here,” she added between licks.

Brigitte stood up and began to suck Chloe's other nipple, immediately causing her to squeal in bliss.

My strokes got harder and faster as I approached climax. Christine suddenly looked up. “Oh, Sir! Don't come inside her. She's not on the pill!”

I nodded but didn't slow down. I wanted to give Chloe as much pleasure as she was giving me. I wanted to make her come.

As if reading my mind she looked into my eyes and smiled. I smiled back and felt her convulse around my erection as she suddenly found her release, noisily screaming out as she orgasmed. “Oh, Sir! I love you!”

As soon as she'd finished shuddering I pulled out of her and began spurting copiously onto her belly and breasts, Brigitte and Christine immediately helping me by squeezing my testicles and rubbing my shaft respectively, ensuring I virtually covered Chloe's torso with my ejaculate.

“Oh, fuck,” I swore.

“Sir!” Christine laughingly chastised me for my language before bending to lick the last drop of sperm hanging on the tip of my deflating penis.

“No, wait, I want to!” Chloe stopped her. She sat up and carefully bent forward to lick me clean, all the while keeping her eyes on mine.

“Oh, Chloe. I love you too,” I said to her, moved by the loving touch of her caring tongue.

“Awww!” Brigitte said, “You two are so sweet.” At first I thought she was being sarcastic but then I realised her smile was warm and genuine. I smiled back at her.

“Chloe, lie back and we'll lick you clean,” Christine offered. Despite my coming twice so quickly, I still felt myself feeling slightly aroused as I watched them lick all the semen from Chloe's body, paying particular attention to her large red nipples.

Eventually, with much giggling, they had lapped up every drop. I looked at my watch. “Come on, it's ten minutes to break.”

I zipped myself up as the girls got dressed.

As I watched them cover up their stupendous bodies, the enormity of what I had just done hit me. I sat back onto my chair and groaned.

A now-fully-dressed Chloe came and put her arms around me. “Are you OK, Sir?”

I looked up into her green eyes and pretty face. “I'm sorry, Chloe. Despite the fact that that was the best thing that has ever happened in my life, I just feel so guilty. I always thought that my first time would be with Bethany, I mean, Miss Stricker. And I've not only had sex with three of my pupils, I've taken your virginity. It's all so wrong.”

The other two girls came to stand by me.

“Oh, come on, Sir. How can anything so fun be wrong?” Christine said.

“Yeah, Sir. We loved it. There was no harm done. And nobody need find out. It will just be our little secret,” Brigitte added.

“And I really wanted to, Mr. Bletchflap,” Chloe added softly before kissing me again.

I kissed her back lovingly. Things felt a lot better all of a sudden.

“Wow, you two really like each other, don't you?” Christine laughed. “Chloe, were you OK with us having a go with him?”

Chloe giggled. “Yes, although if you want to do it again you have to ask first!” she said possessively.

I cleared my throat. “Um, girls. Don't forget who's in charge here,” I said causing them all to laugh again.

Before I could say anything the bell went, signalling the end of the lesson.

The girls packed up their books before kissing me goodbye.

I watched them leave, trying not to let my gaze linger on their fine tight bottoms.

I sat back on my chair and pondered. I wouldn't see the girls again until after Christmas. I would miss them.

As I have already said, my life changed completely after that lesson. My relationship with my fiancée, my stolen time with the girls in their dormitory and my room, my bond with Chloe: nothing was ever the same again.

But I'll tell you about what happened next another time…