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(M/f+, ped, nc, rp, voy) *** Chapter One - Introduction Chapter Two - Swimming With Emma Chapter Three - Jessica Blows Chapter Four - Dilated To Meet Katie Chapter Five - Megan's Mistake Chapter Six - Megan's Second Mistake Chapter Seven - Jules Learns To Shave Chapter Eight - Lucie Gets Examined Chapter Nine - Kate Goes Gardening Chapter Ten - Crossing The Line With Annie Chapter Eleven - In Touch With Rachel *** Chapter One - Introduction It's not a bad job, teaching. You'll read complaints and articles in the press about how poorly paid you are, how long the hours are and how dangerous it can be, but there are good teaching jobs. I've got one of the best. Lady Ottakers is an English girl's school for 13 to 18 year olds. Set in the heart of the West Country its target market is very much the upper middle class family, which has the money to send their daughters to a boarding environment that almost guarantees a sound education in a caring environment. Many of the real world issues never reach Lady O's as it's known. In particular the growing issue of pedophilia and child sex attacks that seem to appear in the press every other week... . I'm convinced sex incidents with young teenage girls are rising simply because of the freedom of thought the internet has brought to men. Now one can log on anytime and view young girls in various states of undress on websites with freedom of speech it makes you think, and look around. Take Lady O's for example. A safe environment like this you'd expect sexual issues to be few and far between. In reality the governors have put it firmly on the agenda through the foundation issue of uniform. Lady O's summer uniform for the girls is the fuel of fantasy; brown sandals with white ankle length bobby socks, a pleated skirt for summer that is normally only half-thigh in length though on some of the taller or faster growing girls it starts to become almost hip length. For their tops a simple, high quality white short sleeve blouse. The girls are not permitted any significant jewelry or make-up and must adhere to the uniform dress code rigidly. Now I mentioned earlier I have a great teaching job. Well, I lied; it's not really a teaching job rather a maintenance man's job. Odd jobs around the school, that kind of thing. I've only been here for 9 months and now we're coming into summer term I couldn't believe my eyes when the girls returned from the Easter break in the summer uniform. The girls are all shapes and sizes as you'd expect in a school of nearly 300 but in amongst them all there are some crackers. You can't help but have your mind wander when you see a group of 14-year-old, haughty-taughty, rich girls striding down a path towards you in skimpy skirts and see-thru blouses... Chapter Two - Swimming With Emma My 'office' as the headmistress calls it, backs onto the school's outdoor swimming pool. Not used since I arrived in September, the summer term brought with it the start of swimming classes for the girls. I'd try to be 'working from my office' whenever the class was on; I'd worked a view hole in the back wall of the shed that allowed me to look directly into the pool area. I'd watch the girl's line up to dive in and mentally mark them out of 10 for various categories. My favorite class was Year 11. 14 and 15 year old girls really developing well. Their legs stretching out, breasts budding off their flat chests, their hips and asses still the compact affairs of pre-teens. One particular girl in Year 11 had caught my eye the first time I saw her walk from the changing room. The girls had a swimming uniform as well, a rather staid black 1- piece affair that nevertheless, if fitted correctly (incorrectly) could show off all the right bits to the roving eye. This girl walked hesitantly from the changing room that day and I felt my cock twitch involuntarily. Blonde shoulder length hair cut in a bob with a fierce fringe over her startling blue eyes. She looked a little late in developing, her chest almost flat, just two small bumps belying the start of things to come. Down below her swimsuit clung to the most amazing ass. As she bent over to dive in I knew I had to see more of this girl. She swam her two lengths and pushed herself back out of the pool and stood there, dripping, not 5 yards from me. Maybe her mother had selected the wrong black swimming suit but hers clung to her like none of the others. Around her waist and between her legs... I swear I could see her vulva and the outline of her pussy lips pushed out far in front of her hipbones. Later that afternoon I went to the staff room and pulled out the Year 11 register. Thumbing through the book I soon found the picture I was looking for, Emma Tyrington, born September 18th 1989. Jesus, no wonder she looked a little less developed than the other girls I thought, with a birthday in September she'd got into the year ahead. She was 13 now and 14 in September. I thought for a few days about what to do, what plan should I adopt, how far dared I go. I needed to see more of Emma; she'd really pulled my chain. Its not that I am pedophilic in nature but girls like Emma turn me on so much. I love the way their bodies are so hard and skinny, everything pokes out rather than curves out. I laid my plan... The girls all had a pigeonhole that would be used to receive mail from home and messages from other pupils, (mobile phones were banned and there was no signal out here in the countryside anyway). Late one evening I scrawled a note to Emma in what I hoped would appear to be girly writing asking her to meet 'me' at the pool the next evening as I needed her help. I asked her to come alone, as what I needed to speak about was embarrassing. The following evening was a beautiful English summer's dusk. Warm half-light around the pool as I pushed the pool cleaner around the bottom sucking up the leaves and debris. I heard the latch on the gate go up and the hinges squeak. "Oh, hi Mr. Mathers," Emma said. "Have you seen Emma Watson?" "No I haven't," I replied walking slowly towards her. "Why?" "Oh, nothing, just I was supposed to meet her here," she replied. I continued to move slowly towards her pulling the pool cleaner rod with me. It looked just like I was minding my own business, cleaning the pool. But I had other plans in mind... I got close to Emma and suddenly moved fast looping the pool cleaner round behind my head quickly. It struck Emma clean across the shoulders, not hard, but hard enough for her to lose her balance and topple with a shriek into the pool. She surfaced with surprise and swam across to the edge. "Oh, miss... miss, I'm so sorry," I feigned. "Quick, let's get you out of there. Grab my hand, quick now. Emma held out her hand and I grabbed her around the wrist. Our first contact. I pulled her up and out of the water fairly easily; she was so light, even with her clothes sodden. And what clothes. She'd been in full uniform when she got to the pool and now it was clear that that lovely crisp white blouse was not designed to be worn when wet. It was practically see-thru; I could clearly see her bra straps and lacy cups covering her modest little breasts. Her skirt was stuck to her skinny legs and waist, dripping water in pools between her feet. She stood there, slightly shocked for a minute, before coming to and quickly wrapping her arms across her chest, instinctively almost. "I'm so sorry miss, it was an accident honest. Let me get a towel for you and a cup of warm tea, it's the least I can do," I stammered, acting the coy one. "N-no, Mr. Mathers, it's quite alright thank you." "Please miss, I feel so bad. Just one cup. Make you feel better after a shock like that." "Well alright Mr. Mathers. Just a quick cup then I must get back... and ... and find Emma." I led the way round the back of the pool to my workshop. I opened the door and proffered to Emma to go first. Good manners were a natural part of the culture at Lady O's. The kettle was plugged in and I switched it on while preparing a couple of mugs of tea. "You'll find a towel in the cupboard there miss. What is you name miss? The least I can do is call you by your name after being so rude and knocking you in the pool!" "Tyrington, Emma Tyrington," she replied reaching into the cupboard and pulling out the large blue towel within. She wrapped the towel around her shoulders and willingly took the cup of tea. Not just any cup of tea this; not quite hot it was easily able to be drunk fast and contained a few extra things apart from tea. A drug called Rephnol. A girl her size with that dose it should make her forget everything for about an hour. She wouldn't be knocked out though, still conscious and quite lucid, almost like someone who is very drunk but not ill. The drug worked faster than I'd thought it would and I soon noticed Emma staggering slightly. "Are you alright Miss Tyrington?" I enquired falsely. "I'm not sure, I feel a little funny Mr. Mathers." she replied. Now for the moment of truth... "Emma, please pass me the towel and stand over there in the light." "W-why?" "Just do it please Emma." She started to unwrap the towel and placed it in my outstretched hand. She walked over to the window and turned to look at me. She was sex on legs. 13 years old, dressed in damp school uniform. Her tousled blonde hair framing her perfectly symmetrical face and piercing blue eyes. Her blouse had lost none of its earlier see-thru sheen despite the towel and I could still quite clearly see Emma's training lacy bra cups and the slight hint of nipples poking through. "Emma, take your skirt off and I'll dry it over here," I innocently stated. "I-I can't. I can't do that," she stuttered looking confused. "Mr. Mathers, what's happ... happening to me?" "Don't worry Emma, you look fine to me," I replied quickly. "Please just take your skirt off and I'll start drying it off so you can go back and look for Emma." "Emma? Emma who..." This stuff really worked well. She looked fully awake and yet appeared compliant to all suggestion. "Take it off Emma please," I repeated. Slowly with confusion in her eyes, her slim hands fell to one of her hips and slowly drew the skirt's zip down. Unbuttoning the waistband Emma lowered the gray skirt to the floor, stepped out of it and passed it to me. Could things get any better I gasped under my breath. Emma now stood there in a well-cut pair of regulation school knickers. White of course but damp with the water from the pool. I could clearly see my imagination had not been playing tricks with me when I'd seen her earlier in her swimming costume. Emma Tyrington's panties were as good as transparent and it was clear she had the most amazing pudenda. Her vulva protruded significantly from the line of her hips and her labia appeared to stick out further still. "We'd better get you out of those wet knickers too Miss," I ventured. Again looking confused Emma's thumbs hooked into the sides of the flimsy material and smoothly pushed them to the floor, picked them up and passed them to me. I was struggling a little to comprehend what was going on here and the risks I was taking. Here I was a 33-year- old maintenance man, in a shed with a 13-year-old rich girl with no clothes on below her waist. They'd hang me for this if they found out I thought, but they won't. I took a step towards Emma and looked down at her waist. Her vulva was bare. Perhaps the merest hint of a blonde wisp but to all but the closest examination as smooth as the day she was born. My cock was rock. Her labia were truly amazing. Both sets of lips were identifiable and protruding, the tip of her clitoris was also just visible. Amazing on a girl so young. "Miss, you look a little unsteady, take a seat over there whilst I dry out your skirt and panties." "Mr. Mr. Mathers, I shouldn't be here should I, I mean, this isn't right, is it?" she stammered. "Miss Tyrington, don't you worry your pretty little head about it. You're perfectly safe with me. Now sit down over there and let me look at you." She stepped over to the couch and sat down. "Lay down, Miss and drop your leg over onto the floor, there's a good girl. Now Emma, tell me about yourself while we wait for your clothes to dry." "Shouldn't these be drying as well?" she whispered, gesturing to her blouse, shoes and socks. "Don't worry about those Miss, just tell me about yourself," I replied not wanting her to remove the other garments. It turned me on to see the teenager in her normal school uniform minus her skirt and panties. "Well, my name is Emma Katherine Tyrington, but my friends call me Em. I'm 13 years old, but 14 in September. I live in Bristol with my Dad. He's divorced from my Mum but he's rich so gives me lots of things to make up for it and... and that's about it really." "Good, I'm pleased," I replied. "And what about your sex life Emma?" "My what? M-my sex life, I can't tell you about that," she giggled. "Yes you can Emma, you're safe here with me. Do you have a boyfriend?" "No... no I don't." "Are you a virgin?" "Yes of course I am. Mummy told me all about that before she went, I'm a good girl." "I bet you've kissed a few boys though Emma, haven't you?" "Yes, yes I have." "Do you wank Emma?" "Oh my God! My God! What is this, the Spanish Inquisition," she cried with confused mock indignity. "Do you play with yourself Emma, do you masturbate?" I pushed. "Yes, yes I do sometimes," she replied. "Show me how you do it Emma," I whispered, moving closer to the end of the couch. "Show me here and now. Think of something sexy and wank for me Emma." "What should I think of?" she asked innocently, her blue eyes looking directly into mine. "I don't know Emma, what about the last time you kissed a boy. "I did more than that," she giggled again. "Tell me what you did while you wank Emma." Her left hand slowly slid between her spread legs pausing between her skinny hipbones. Her middle finger extended and slipped over her clitoris hood and disappeared within the folds of her labia. She started moving her hand rhythmically and moaning quietly. "Tell me Em, I can call you Em can't I?" "Oh yes, Mr. Mathers, of course you can. Well, let me see. I'm thinking of the time a couple of months ago with Ben, at home, behind the stables. Dad was away again and Ben had popped round for a chat. Things had got a little hot and whilst we were out the back of the stables. Ben asked me to... to... to suck his willy. I wasn't sure at first but he pulled it out of his shorts and placed my hands on it. I knelt in front of him and slowly slipped it between my lips. He told me what to do, sucking a little, no teeth, sliding as much of it in me as possible. It grew as I sucked and soon his hands grasped the back of my head and he pulled me onto him and pumped himself in and out of me. I wasn't sure what was supposed to happen and suddenly felt him change and groan loudly. Suddenly all this liquid sprayed into my mouth. I was so shocked I jerked back, his willy sprung from my mouth and I spat all this white stuff out on the hay. I looked up at Ben embarrassed as to whether I'd done something wrong. He told me I'd been perfect and looked great kneeling there with his cum on my chin and dress. I didn't even know that was cum then," she giggled. "We went back into the house quickly before my Dad came home and I cleaned myself up and put my dress in the... in the wash." She looked fabulous this teenage schoolgirl lying flat out in my shed with her damp blouse barely disguising her lacey bra, her legs spread wide and her finger deep in her cunt. I was sure I could smell her teen spirit as her finger worked faster and faster. "Did you enjoy letting Ben... Ben cum in your mouth Em?" I asked. Her hand paused; maybe she'd forgotten I was there. "Yes, I think I did. Anyway the other girls were impressed when I told them this term. None of them have done that." "Has anyone else seen your fantastic pussy Em?" I enquired. "No. No they haven't but I know what you're talking about. My Mum took me to the doctor when I was little as she was worried it was not right. He said it was fine and Mum said boys might like it in the future. Do you like it Mr. Mathers?" Em looked up at me as she said this and moved her other hand between her legs and spread her labia. "I love it Em," I replied. "So you're a virgin you said, don't you want to be able to tell the other girls you're the first to lose it!"? "No, no, not yet. I'm too young. In a few more years, maybe." "With Ben?" "No, he's long gone now. I haven't got a boyfriend at the moment. That's maybe why I'm a little frustrated you know." Again she looked up at me with those innocent wide eyes. Almost challenging me. I couldn't believe just how open this drug had made her. She seemed happy to talk about her innermost thoughts, almost as if a part of her brain was just not functioning and inhibition and privacy was irrelevant. "I can help relief that frustration Em," I offered. "You won't lose your virginity and it'll be better than wanking." "How Mr. Mathers. I don't want to suck willies again. I didn't like the taste, and the smell, yeeeeuugh!" "No, no, don't worry. You don't need to suck willy again. If you'd like to see stand up and hop down on all fours on the floor." She hesitated and I thought for a minute I'd gone too far or the drug was starting to wear off, but it was neither. Em swung her other leg to the floor and slid off the sofa onto the floor. Hitching herself up onto all fours she paused. "Good girl Em, now part your legs and push you ass towards the ceil..." "No, you're kidding. That's how you lose it Mr. Mathers I know, you'll put it in me." "Em, trust me you won't lose your virginity. You'll love it. You want to be able to tell the other girls don't you?" She pondered for a second and with a stifled giggle parted her legs and thrust her skinny ass towards the sky. I dropped my shorts and pants freeing at last my cock and knelt behind her. I inspected her gorgeous form. Her labia looked amazing from behind. Huge lips, glistening from the attention she'd given them a few minutes earlier and above them... above them my target. A clean, puckered sphincter. I positioned myself behind her and transferred some pre-cum from the end of my cock onto her sphincter. As I touched her hole she started. "Wha? What are you doing?!" she stammered. "Em, don't worry. Trust me. I know what I'm doing remember. It may hurt a little but it'll feel good once we get going." I pushed my cockhead against her hole and shuddered. It looked huge against such a young body. Could I really do this to her. Gently at first I pushed against her. She moaned and moved away slightly. "Em I need your help to start. Pretend you're having a poo and push back against me. That way it won't hurt so much and we'll get going quicker." I pushed again and heard her groan as she pushed as well. Slowly but surely her sphincter enlarged and my cock began to disappear within her. After a couple of minutes I was in and began to pull out and thrust in. "Oww, that hurts Mr. Mathers," Em cried out. "Don't worry Em, wait a second and it'll get easier." I thrust away as the teenager moaned and yelled beneath me. I wasn't convinced she was enjoying the experience. She looked like a rag doll at the end of my cock, a pedophilic toy. "Mr. Mathers... pl-pl-please stop. It hurts. It's hurting." "Wa-wait... Em," I stammered. "I'm cumming Miss. I'm cumming!" Pretty soon my cock twitched once, twice, three times and unloaded stream after spurt of thick cum into the schoolgirl's rectum. I pulled out and looked down as her sphincter stayed gaped long enough for me to drip one last cum splat into her hole to join the white lake I could glimpse deep inside her. Her hole winked closed tightly and she collapsed to the floor. "I didn't like that," she sobbed. "Why did you do that to me?" "Em, so you can boast to your girlfriends what you've done that they haven't. How many other 13 year olds do you know, or they know, who've been fucked in the ass and had a 33 year old man cum in their rectum." "I-I don't know," she cried. "Well I'd guess it wouldn't be many... Chapter Three - Jessica Blows The following week I began to think my luck must be in. Staying late one evening to fix a fence down the back of the sports field I was just packing up my tools when I could have sworn I heard some rustling from behind the fence. I left my tools where they were and wandered down the end of the field and hopped the stile. I picked my way though the nettles and bushes for a few minutes until I came upon a sight I'll remember for many years, if only I'd had my camera and they hadn't heard me. In front of me looking startled and scared was Kevin Bligne from the town and Jessica Warren from Year 12. Now one of the cardinal rules at Ottakers was you never went into town without permission and you were not encouraged to fraternize with the townsfolk. From where I was standing it appeared 14 year old Jessica Warren had been doing a lot more than fraternizing! "Oh Miss... I'm sorry," I feigned. "What are you doing here?" I knew exactly what had been going on. The story told itself; as I'd approached and they'd heard me I saw Jessica rising off her knees from in front of Kevin and Bligne hurriedly doing up his fly. Dirty bastard I thought. "Mr. Mr. Mathers," Jessica stammered. "What are you doing here?" "I might ask the same of you young lady," I enquired innocently. "It looked to me like young Miss Warren was engaged in some activity the headmistress should know about immediately." "Oh God, no Mr. Mathers, please. I'm already on report, this would finish me," she cried. "Well, Miss, what can I do about it, I have to uphold the rules of the school you know that. Why shouldn't I tell?" The look of confusion and anxiety spread across Jessica's face as she tried to find a way out of being caught blowing a guy from the town. It was a tough predicament for the teenager but I had a way out in mind. She was a pretty young thing, innocent green eyes, and a tight teen body with a pair of tits to die for. Unlike some of the other girls, Warren's body had filled out early and she'd boasted probably some of the finest tits in the school for the past couple of years. "There is one way you could help me not tell Miss," I began. "What Mr. Mathers, anything you want, just please don't tell," she whispered, tears starting to well up in her eyes. "Well, Miss, if you was to... you know... keep doing what you was doing before I arrived, I think I'd not tell on you." Bligne couldn't believe his ears, or his luck. "I-I don't... understand Mr. Mathers," Jessica stammered. "What do you want me to do?" "Blow him dear, give him the blowjob you'd started when I arrived." "You are fucking kidding," she stammered, starting to shake. "You can't make me do that... besides... that wasn't what we were doing." "Well in that case my dear prepare your story for the headmistress who I'm sure will wish to pass on the story of their whore teenage daughter to her mum and dad." "Please, no... we, we weren't going to do... that," she pleaded. "I don't even know how to." "Shut it Miss and get on with it," I shouted forcefully hoping I swing her to do it but suspecting I wouldn't. Some of these public school girl bitches can be pretty strong minded when they chose to be, but no, my God it looked like she might just. She began to kneel in front of Bligne. "Bligne, I suggest you help Miss Warren and show her what you want. I assume you do want it, Bligne?" "Well, yes of course provided I don't get in no trouble mate." "You won't, I promise. He won't Jessica will he?" "N-n-no Mr. Mathers," she whispered. She looked a stunning sight, a fourteen year old girl dressed in her school uniform; crisp white blouse, in Jessica's case stretched tightly across her full chest, and simple, grey plaid skirt, mid-thigh as per regulations. A good, rule abiding girl about to take cock in her mouth. Bligne lowered his trousers around his ankles and gestured to his full pants. His hard cock was clear to see straining beneath the blue cotton. "T-take it out Jessie," he cooed. "Take it out, cup it in your hands and slip it into your mouth. Suck me gently and it'll all be over soon and alright again." Perfect I thought, nice job Bligne. Jessica Warren brought her hands up to either side of Bligne's hips and lowered his pants to around his ankles. His cock sprang out, a good full girth and eight inches of thrust, it dwarfed the little teenager. Jessica looked up at him with wide, innocent eyes as she touched his cock with her right hand and brought her innocent mouth down on the tip. Bligne groaned audibly as Jessica's mouth opened and accepted his cock. She slowly began to move up and down his length, slurping smoothly. Bligne was losing it I could see, he wouldn't hold out much longer I thought. Sure enough Bligne's hands grasped the back of Jessica's head and pulled her forcefully onto his cock. He began pumping in and out of her virgin mouth oblivious to her grunts of discomfort and humiliation. At last he pushed her face off him but held her by the hair with his left hand. Like lightning his right hand went to his engorged member and furiously stroked. Soon he looked to the heavens and shot streams of hot, white cum. It landed in Jessica's hair and across her forehead before beginning its gravity driven slide down her nose and onto her lips. She pulled away from Bligne's hand and gagging fell to her hands spitting into the grass. "Jessica," I called. "Jessica, or can I call you Jessie now? Let me look at you my dear." Jessica Warren looked up and turned to me. Her face was covered with Bligne's cum and it had started to drip off her chin onto her white blouse, giving it an almost sheen like appearance. "One more thing, Jessica my dear," I leered as I stepped forward and opened my fly. "Stay as you are and look up at me. I want you to whisper at me the following words, 'Please Mr. Mathers, will you cum on my face as well sir', can you do that Jessica?" "Yes," she groaned. "Good, so start please." I pulled my hard cock from my shorts and began stroking myself. Looking down I wished again I had a camera or even better a video. Here I was a 33 year old maintenance man stood astride one of the 14 year old girl pupils with my cock out masturbating. She was staring up at me asking me to cum on her face... Jesus, teaching can be good sometimes. I soon was close to losing my load and brought the tip of my cock close to Jessica's mouth. "Open your mouth Jessie and say those words." "Pl-pl-please Mr. Mathers... cu... please... cum on my... oh my god!" she whispered hesitantly. She did, just in time as I shot a large spurt of cum direct down her throat, she gagged again but I quickly grabbed her chin and forced my cock into her mouth. I twitched time and time again as load after load of my cum disappeared into the teenager's mouth. "Good girl, Jessie," I whispered. "Eat it all up like Mummy asks you to at dinner, it's good for you, you know, full of protein." I pulled out and immediately she gagged and spat gob after gob of my hot sperm from her mouth onto the grass. "What a waste, Miss," I leered. "We better mop you up hadn't we. On your way Bligne," I ordered. "Now, let's see, what could we use to clean you up... I know, stand up Jessie." I offered out my hand and the scared, confused schoolgirl gingerly took it by the wrist and stood shakily to her feet. "We'll use your panties Miss, they'll mop that mess off your face good and proper. Slip them off now like a good girl." I asked matter-of-factly. "Oh no, please Mr. Mathers, please stop... I..." "Shut up girl and do as I ask or the whole fucking school's gonna know you were out here sucking Bligne's cock. Do you want that do you, do you want all your friends to think you nothing better than some common whore from the town?" She started with the sudden change of tone in my voice but it seemed to work. She sighed gently as her hands went to her thighs and slowly lifted her grey school uniform skirt. I bent down in front of her as the skirt lifted higher and higher. Soon her thumbs found the elastic of her panties and began to lower them to the ground. "Good girl, Jessie," I soothed. "That wasn't so bad now was it. Pass them to me please." She did as I asked. I held them in my hand for a few seconds marveling at what was happening here. Stood in front of me was Jessica Warren one of the 14 year old Year 8 girls with the cum of two men splattered on her face, in her hair and down her school blouse. Beneath her skirt she was bare and in my hand I held her panties, me, a 33 year old man. They'd lynch me for this if they ever knew... but they wouldn't ever know. I opened out the white cotton material and glanced inside to the gusset. A few markings and a distinct damp patch supported my suspicions that little Miss Warren was pretty turned on when I'd found her with her Captain Bligne. "You were wet Miss, weren't you? "Wh-what..d... do you mean?" "Your pussy, Miss, it was getting wet when you were with him wasn't it? Silence from the shaking teenager. "Wasn't it Miss, answer me or this'll be public news within the hour," I threatened. "Yes." "Show me." Still crouched before her I watched as her shaking hands once again grasped the hem of her skirt and lifted it up. Heaven came into view. Jessica Warren's pussy was clean and bare as the day she was born, too bare to be natural for a 14 year old I thought. Looking a little closer I swore I could see her labia slightly parted just beneath what was a large clit and the merest speckle of moisture. "Do you shave yourself Miss?" I enquired innocently. "Your pussy looks awful smooth for a 14 year old girl." "Yes," she stated blankly. "Why Miss, tell me why, when and how." "For... for swimming and my... you know, my bikini and all that," she stammered now wide eyed with confusion about what was happening to her. "Go on Jessie," I asked. "Well, when I was about twelve, I started to get hairy down there and I didn't like it because it might you know, poke out and people might see it so I started shaving it off a during the summer." "When do you do it and how, Jessica?" "Usually at night after I've gone to bed and kissed Mummy and Daddy good night. I'd do it in bed, with a cream." "Did it hurt?" "No! I mean... no... it didn't." "Did you like it? Does it make you horny Jessica?" "Ye... yes," she stammered. "Do you masturbate afterwards Jessie?" "Yes, sometimes." "Only sometimes, you naughty girl." "Every time, alright. I wank every time I do it, that's the real reason I do it alright you bastard, now let me go. Give me my panties and let me go," she screamed. "Quiet now Miss, we don't want the whole school knowing now do we. Where were we, oh yes you were telling me how you masturbate, better yet Jessie, lie down and show me girl." "You are fucking kidding ri..." "No I am fucking not you arrogant bitch, now get down there and show me." Subdued Jessica Warren slowly fell to her knees and lay back on the grass. Her skirt remained hitched up around her hips and her quim was open for me to clearly see. Her left hand went between her legs and started rubbing her vulva quickly, way too quickly to be real. "Miss, do it properly or else. Now open up your legs and do it like you're in your bed and I'm not here." I watched mesmerized as this teenage schoolgirl's legs flopped open and her index finger found the fold of flesh between her legs. This was real now, slowly she began to juice up as her finger slipped deeper and deeper within herself. She started moaning now and her breathing was quickening. Fuck I wish I had a camera for this I thought. She had two fingers in now and her rhythm was quickening again. At last a final gasp and, "Aaaaaarghhhh... aarrgh... Oh... my god!" "That looked good from here Miss," I whispered bringing her out of her orgasmic reverie. "Stay there now, there's just one more thing I want to know before we can part company for the evening." "What." "Do you ever push your fingers in your asshole Jessie." "No... no... oh God... no that's disgusting," "No it isn't Miss, you should try it, it feels good if you get the right spot. Try it now for me." "No. I won't!" "Oh yes you will Miss, now do it." Jessica's left hand moved round the base of her ass and began to slip between her buttocks. I could see it moving but not really going anywhere. "What's the matter Miss?" "It won't go in." "Lube it up with some of my cum that's on your blouse." Her right hand went to her blouse and smeared a lump of cum onto her thumb. She passed this back down between her legs and into her crack. Her left hand finger went back to work but she still didn't seem to get it. "What's up now Miss?" "I-I... can't do it Mr. Mathers. It's disgusting, I'm full down there and I can feel it in me." "Well push it out girl then," I stated. "Push it out on the grass and make some room. "W-what? I don't understand." "I want to see you take a shit and make some room for your fingers." "Her mind was fucked now, she didn't now why she was obeying but she did. Her hands went either side of her ass and pulled her buttocks apart. Beneath her smooth vulva and labia I watched as her starfish began to open as she took the strain. "Good girl Jessie, keep going that's good I can see it coming now." She was right about being full. Suddenly as the girth of her shit passed through her sphincter a mass of light brown shit plopped to the ground and a wave of odor hit my nostrils. "Now you're ready Miss, slip your finger back in there and feel how good it is, go on now, don't be scared." Jessica must have felt obliged now to follow the directions. Her hand fell back between her buttocks and her index finger slipped slowly up her rectum. She began to slide it in and out slowly at first but then to my amazement faster and faster. She was getting off on this I thought amazed. Soon a second finger joined the first as the teenager approached her second orgasm in ten minutes. I watched astounded as her lithe young body bucked on the grass as the waves of pleasure flooded through her soul. Once still, she slipped her brown fingers out of her hole and lay there expectantly. "Well done, Miss," I whispered. It seemed to bring her around suddenly to the position she found herself in. Quickly she stumbled to her feet. "C-ca-can I go now Mr. Mathers, please," she stammered. "I want to go back to school now and forget this ever happened. You won't tell no sir, will you, please..." "No Jessica I won't, you've been a good girl and done what I asked of you. Now get back to class and I'll see you around. Be good though, young lady. I don't want to catch you blowing guys from the town again you hear. It's our job to look after you young girls you know... " "May I have... have my panties back please, Mr. Mr. Mathers?" "No... no I don't think so Jessie. I think you should spend the rest of today bare beneath your skirt to think about what you've done. Don't go sneaking to your friends now for a spare pair of panties 'cause they're bound to ask what happened to this morning's pair aren't they. Off you go Miss Jessica Warren." Chapter Four - Dilated To Meet Katie Probably the weirdest experience that term at school came late one Saturday night at the end of an exit weekend. All the girls go home during an exit and it is usually a chance for the staff to relax and for me to catch up on a few odd jobs. That Saturday found me fixing a few things in the school Sanatorium. I was just washing up having finished all the jobs when I heard a quiet knock at the San door. I wandered over, undid the latch and pulled the door back. A young girl stood there I didn't recognize. She looked around 16, like one of the girls from Year 15 in the school, but I was sure I didn't recognize her. "Hi there miss," I started, "can I help you?" "Well yes, I... I hope so Doctor," she stammered, shifting nervously on her feet. Doctor I thought... never mind, roll with it. "Come in then miss." She stepped into the light and it two things were quickly apparent. Firstly she was in some form of pain, it wasn't nervousness, it was pain or severe discomfort, and secondly she was a stunner. If she was one of the girls from the school, I'd missed her. "So miss, how can I help," I began, "I don't recognize you, you're not from the school are you?" "No... no Doctor, I'm not," she whispered. "Well, where are you from then miss and how can I help you? What's your name first, that's always a good place to start isn't it," I said calmly. "Kate. Kate... Katie Medway. I'm new to the school starting on Monday. I've arrived too early though... and... and... had a little accident." "Oh well Katie, I'll help if I can. What sort of accident, you do look a little flustered and uncomfortable." "Well, Doctor, I was... um... this is so embarrassing..." "Don't worry Katie, just tell me straight, I'm a Doctor, there's not much I haven't seen and can't help with." "Well, see I was upstairs in the dorm they've allocated me and I... I was lonely and bored and I sort of got to thinking about guys and things... and... um... got carried away with a toy kinda thing and it's... um... oh God! It's stuck inside me. And it hurts Doctor and I can't get it out... I'm scared!" Tears welled up in her eyes as she released the pent up worry. She really was a beautiful young girl. Dressed in a tight T-shirt top with a long, billowy floral patterned skirt. Home wear for so many of Ottakers privileged young ladies. "Well Katie, I'm not sure I quite understand," I started honestly. "You said it's stuck inside you. What is dear?" "Oh Doctor, my vibrator all right! I was wanking off with my vibrator 'cause I was bored and there was no- one else about and it's stuck in me. I need some help, please, please help me!" "OK Katie, calm down dear, of course I can help you. Why don't you pop behind that screen over there, slip off your panties and we'll take a look, eh?" This was a cracker, what a situation to be in, my sexual fairy godmother was shining down once again. I knew I had to be careful to not arouse her suspicions, or go too far with this. "Just my... my panties," Katie whispered, poking her head around the side of the screen. "Yes dear, slip them off and come and hop up on the bench." She soon appeared from behind the screen and hesitantly hopped up on the bench with a wince. "OK Katie, now please don't worry or be embarrassed. The important thing is we fix you up OK?" "Y-yes." "Good. Now scoot up the bench and lie back. Good girl, OK just bring your knees up for me and pull up your skirt a little. Perfect, thank you. Good, now just flop your knees open and relax for me Katie. Good girl." I pushed her skirt up over her knees still further until strong light fell on her waist and thighs. Katie Medway was a stunner everywhere. Her prominent pudenda was cloaked in wispy blonde pubes that had definitely been shaved beneath her clitoris. There was going to be no problem seeing the affected area! "Ok Katie, now I'm just going to slip on some gloves and start to look around a little. Don't worry, everything looks fine from here, we'll have you right as rain in no time. It may be a little cold at first so try not to jump dear." I squeezed a little lube on my right hand fingers and gently swept it over Katie's labia. She flinched slightly but said nothing. She remained staring off blankly at the wall, stupefied in embarrassment no doubt. Slowly my finger began to part her labia and slip within. To my surprise I felt nothing, nothing unusual that is... .. "No... no... Doctor," she started. "It's OK Katie, I need to..." "No Doc, you don't understand!" she was sobbing again now. "It's not in my... my... vagina. It's stuck up... up my other... my other... my bottom." This was getting better and better, and weirder and weirder. "Oh. Oh... right I see," I paused unsure what to do now. I guessed this could actually be quite serious. Poor little girl I thought. One minute frigging herself in the ass and next minute it's sucked up inside her and gone! "Right. OK. Don't worry Katie. Sit up for me and flick over onto your front, kneeling. Good girl, that's it. OK now bunch up your skirt for me and lean forward. That's it Katie, good girl. Now just push your bottom up in the air for me, that's it, great, and prop your legs open a little... great, perfect." Her ring was red and looked sore. It was as bare of hair as her labia; I guessed it wasn't shaving foam she used but some cream of some sort. "Have you been trying to get this out Katie, it looks sore?" I enquired, trying to sound like a professional Doctor not a leaching maintenance man. "Yes, Doctor. Yes I have, of course I have." "OK well I'm going to have to take a peek inside so I'm going to use a speculum Katie to open up your sphincter. Do you understand?" "Yes, Doctor, please just do whatever you need to do... just get it out of me... please." I opened up some drawers nearby and luckily came across exactly what I was looking for; I'd worked as a hospital orderly many years ago so kinda knew my way around a medical room. I tried to spread my hands around the cold metal of the speculum to warm it up as I spread some lube over the arms. "OK Katie, now just relax for me and try to think of something else for a while. I'll keep telling you what I'm doing so you know and if at any time you feel uncomfortable or in pain please say and I'll stop. OK?" "Y-yes... yeah," she sobbed. "Right. I'm just putting a dash of lubricant on you which will help the speculum go in easier. Now I'm inserting the tips of the speculum... good... good girl Katie, they're in. Now this may start to smart a little, I'm going to open up the speculum. OK?" "Yes," came the meek reply. I squeezed my palms together and watched as the stainless steel arms of the speculum opened up. Katie Medway's sphincter opened up with the arms and I started to be able to see into the problem ar..." "Oh, shit... no... oooowwww!! Fuck, Doctor that's hurts... no... stop... stop... please... stop!!" I quickly closed the speculum and slipped it from Katie's anus. "Too painful Katie?" I enquired needlessly. "Yes. Way too much..." she whispered, sobbing uncontrollably into the pillow now. OK, no problem dear. I'll give you a little something to kill the pain. Don't worry; we'll sort you out good as gold. Bear with me a little longer and please don't worry, it'll be alright." I started opening up some drawers and cabinets until I saw what I needed. It was a strong anesthetic but if I only used a little should be fine. "Katie. I'm going to give you a shot that will kill the pain but may hurt a little to start with. Is that OK? Are you happy for me to do that?" "Yes. Just do it and get on with it, please." I drew an amount of fluid into the syringe and brought the needle up to the edge of her sphincter. I knew it needed to get into the muscle to do it's job so pushed in more than a few millimeters and squeezed a measure of the anesthetic into the teenagers body. Katie flinched hard but settled, seemingly willing to endure anything now to get herself out of this predicament. I popped some more shots at 12, 3 and 6 o'clock around her ring and waited. "Are you OK Katie?" I enquired hoping I still sounded professional enough to this naïve 16-year-old teenager. "Ye... yeah Doctor. Is it over yet? Plea.." she whimpered. "It will be soon my dear. We'll fix you up right as rain as I said." It's a little known fact about the sphincter. It's the only muscle in the body that has a instinctually energized state. The anesthetic I'd injected into Katie's ring started to work and, as if by magic, her sphincter relaxed and opened up. You may have seen this in hardcore porn flicks when guys ream out young starlets in the ass. It's not natural for an anus to dilate like that; it's done with drugs. I moved closer and looked into the teenager's asshole. I could clearly see the pink plastic end of what I assumed was her vibrator. "Katie, I can see it now. I'm going to slip some tweezers type things into you, grasp it and pull it out, OK?" "Yeah." "OK. Try to stay as still as you can. Push your bottom towards me a little further please. Great, thank you. Pop your legs open a little more Katie... a little more please." "I can't Doc, I'll fall off the... off the... tab..." "OK... OK... don't worry. Katie, can you bring your hands around behind you and part your buttocks for me. Try for me please. That's it, good girl. Pull a little harder... a little more... perfect. OK, now stay a still as you can." Perhaps now is a good time in this chapter to just reflect on the position I found myself in here. Me, a 34-year-old maintenance man at an all girls, posh English public school, in the Sanatorium with a teenage new girl. She's up on the couch, her face buried in the pillow, her bare ass pointing at the ceiling, her floral skirt bunched up around her waist. And she's crying. They'll hang me if they find me I thought... not for the first time this term mind you!! "Right Katie, here we go, are you ready?" "Yes Doctor." "OK. I'm slipping the calipers into you now; you can probably feel they're a little cold right. I'm just going to have to open you up a little more to get them... around... around the... the tip... the tip of it... and... and there we go... hold still Katie... hold still. I've got it and am pulling it out now dear, here it comes, nice and easy... stay still... good... good girl... and... there we go!" The teenager's pink, plastic vibrator slurped from her raw hole with a plop. I dropped it into the kidney dish on the adjacent tabletop and looked back to Katie. Her anaesthetized sphincter still gaped open in the breeze. "Stay still Katie a few seconds more, let me just check we're all OK down here now." I moved closer and looked deep into the schoolgirl's gaping rectum. It certainly smelt, but in a way that continued to keep my cock rock. I could clearly see back, deep inside her passage. The glistening walls of her rectum eventually belying the presence of her shit; a dark brown circle hidden in the shadows. "Good girl Katie, we're sorted. You can hop off the couch now. Be careful, you'll feel a little weird below for a while." I watched as she slowly dragged herself back to humanity and hopped off the couch. Her billowy skirt fell around her calves as it had been designed to do all along. I knew I needed to continue the Doctor- Patient routine if I was to convince this girl. "OK Katie, take a seat over here by my desk please. Just a few questions for your records." She slid over to the proffered chair and gently lowered herself into the seat. "This could have been serious Katie, you know that don't you?" "Yes. Yes I do Doctor," she replied, starting to come back to life a little now. "You really could have hurt yourself sticking things like that in yourself. You know that's a vaginal vibrator Katie, don't you. It's not designed for anal stimulation." "Yes... no... I-I... don't know Doctor... it just feels good." "How long have you been using sex toys Katie," I enquired, hoping I was maintaining my professional air. "Oh, a while I guess," she whispered. "Well, actually, probably more than a while. Four or five years I guess." "So, you're..." "Sixteen Doctor, just," she interrupted. "Well Katie, you need to be careful. You're a growing woman. Using things like this is all well and good provided you're careful. Do you have a sex life? Do you have a boyfriend?" "I did, until a while ago," she replied hesitantly. "Well, OK. I guess it's been more than enough tonight Katie. If you need to talk or anything I'm always around the school (!). Do you feel well enough to go back to your dormitory now?" "Ye... yes Doctor. Thank you so much... so much. You won't... t-tell anybody about..." "Katie, ssshhh! It's Doctor-Patient privilege," I lied. Nobody will know. "Thank you," she said, getting gingerly to her feet. I followed her to the door of the Sanitarium and opened it for her. "Thank you again," she whispered and stepped out into the night. A few minutes passed before I was locking up to leave and go back to my quarters; I starting to think about evidence of my abusive, (but let's face it necessary to help the girl), behavior and I suddenly thought about Katie's panties. She'd slipped them off behind the screen but I hadn't seen them since. I hopped back into the San and peeked behind the screen. Lying there forlornly on the linoleum floor was a pair of white cotton girl's panties. I picked them up and stuffed them into my pocket. Another pair for the collection I thought as I locked up and wandered off across the campus! Chapter Five - Megan's Mistake It was the night of the lower school dance. Always difficult to staff effectively it was all hands to the pumps and I'd been asked to attend as a member of staff to 'police' the event and ensure the girls didn't get up to anything they shouldn't, or, to that end that nothing got up them that shouldn't! The dance was in full swing and I'd slipped out the back of the sports hall for a crafty cigarette. As I lit up it started to drizzle so I wandered slowly over to the old art school buildings for a little shelter. It was good to get out of all the noise from the dance and I quietly opened the door at the back of the school and slipped inside. I was on the point of stubbing out my cigarette when I swore I heard a voice from the studio behind me. I walked out onto the studio gallery balcony and looked around the room. Down below me, lit by the light from the street lamp outside was Megan Goodens. Megan was in Year 10, around 14 years old and a right stuck up spoilt bitch of a girl. But she was a looker alright, one of the prettiest girls in the school, Megan always looked well groomed with her short blond bob sitting atop a face featuring crystal clear green- gray eyes. I'd always noticed Miss Goodens but never really seen her if that makes sense. It looked like I might see more of her now if I played my cards right. She was with a kid I didn't recognize, probably from the town if I knew Goodens. With her "I can do whatever I want" attitude the mere fact that meeting up with boys from the town was strictly against school rules wouldn't have stopped her, but, from what was now being said she didn't seem to know him too well... "What did you say your name was sweetie?" said the boy. "M-Megan," she replied sounding drunk. "I've told you that... already silly." "Well Megan, why don't we see what you've got under that pretty little ball gown," the boy leered. "Well, I'm not real sure... I mean..." "Go on Megan, you told me you would if I came all the way up here... you told me you would show me... you wouldn't want me to not like you any more would you?" "No way Stevo-rov-o," she jested with him. "You're gonna have to wait for that!" "Well what will you do for me little Miss Perfect then?" the boy asked, sensing the drunk teenager might do something she shouldn't. "Well, I'll... I'll blow you off if you want," Megan giggled. There was no way this young girl knew what she has just offered I thought, catching my breath. No fucking way. I watched as things began to pan out in front of me. Should I stop the guy taking advantage of the drunk schoolgirl that was my job after all. But then again. "Sure thing babe," the guy replied immediately. "Sounds good to me, I surprised you've done it before though." "Oh God yes sirreee, of course I have," she slurred. I watched as Megan dropped to her knees in front of the boy. Her hands trembling she slowly unzipped the boy's trousers and began fumbling inside the front of his pants. "Here Megan, let me help," the boy said. With that he unclipped his belt, undid the top of his trousers and slipped them to his ankles. A fair size, semi-erect penis jumped out into Megan's face and she started with a giggle. "OK, Steve-o, I lied," she stammered. "I've never done this before, you'll have to tell me what to do, what you like... whatever." Her head slumped before catching up again with a start. Megan Goodens looked like the booze was really getting to her now, she looked like she needed to sleep fast. "Well, Megan, its easy," the boy began. Just cup my balls with your left hand, put your right hand around the base of it and slip it in your mouth. I watched in stunned silence as the 14 year-old grabbed Steve's now erect cock, looked up at him with glazed eyes and slipped her lips around his bulbous head. "Move it in and out Megan and suck a little," he moaned starting to thrust his hips. She groaned as the cock began to pulse in and out of her mouth. It looked like she was struggling to breath and was staggering around. It didn't however look like Steve was gonna take to long. "Oh... oooooaaahhhh, fuck, Megan, yes girl... go girl... yes... oh my god!" As he came he pulled himself from the teenagers mouth and pointed his engorged cock at her innocent face. It twitched once and began ejecting stream after stream of hot, white, sperm over Megan Goodens' face and hair. She looked stunned, or scared, or in a drunken comatose state, it was hard to tell. "Oh, fuck Steve-o. Fuck, you didn't tell me that would happen. You bastard. It stinks and it's... oh, my God... it's all over my hair and... my... face... oh God, my fucking dress... you bastard." Steve-O looked done. He pulled his trousers up around his waist and began fastening the belt. "Thank you little girl, that was just great. Perhaps we can get together again sometime and blow a few more!" He turned and began walking away leaving Megan kneeling on the floor, her face and blonde bob covered in smelly cum, some of it dripping off her chin and nose onto her burgundy ball gown. I heard her begin to cry. "Fuck, what am I gonna do," she whispered. I watched as she struggled to her feet and began looking around the room, I guessed for something to wipe herself clean with. Finding nothing and getting herself in a real state by now she paused and hitched her ball gown up over her hips. She quickly pulled off a pair of cotton white panties and, folding them up into a suitable shape, began dabbing and cleaning the boy's cum from her face, hair and dress. Once she'd done all that, she hid the panties behind a drawing board and jogged from the room. I waited a few minutes and then wandered down to the lower floor. Pulling the drawing board out I gently picked up the sodden cotton panties. They'd do perfectly I thought, a grin seeping across my face. Chapter Six - Megan's Second Mistake "Ah, Miss Goodens, may I see you for a moment," I enquired as she brushed past me with her friends, waiting to queue up for lunch. It was the day after the dance and little Miss Goodens was acting her usual stuck-up bitch role in front of her classmates. "What? What do you want with me Mr. Mathers?" she retorted, a little too glibly for my liking. "With me Mr. Mathers, Sir, Miss Goodens, if you don't mind," I stated bluntly. "Sorry, Mr. Mathers... Sir," she replied, just. "I have something of yours which I know you'll want back Miss Goodens. Come to my house this evening after prep and collect it. You know where I live do you?" "Y-yes sir. I know," she said looking a little quizzical. I watched as she caught up with her friends and started telling them what I'd said. They giggled and looked back at me, trying to be subtle and succeeding in being the complete opposite. Goodens was a horny little bitch though I thought. I couldn't wait until tonight. A quiet knock at the door around a quarter to nine heralded the arrival of Goodens. I checked the equipment and wandered through to the front door. "Ah Miss Goodens, come in," I said, amazed as always at the trust engendered by being a teacher. The 14 year old entered my house and I closed the door behind us. I quietly turned the key in the latch and popped the key in my pocket. There was no point in delaying the point of her visit I thought. "Come on through Miss," I offered. "through to the sitting room. It shouldn't take long, I'll just go and get your things." "What things Mr. Mathers... ..sir?" she innocently enquired. I returned to the room and looked her straight in the eyes. "These are yours I believe," I stated flatly as I dropped the now, slightly crusty pair of panties on the coffee table between us. She started and didn't really know what to say at first. "N-n-n-no they're not. I've never seen them before sir." "Megan, they've got your name sewn into them." "Well... w-well, someone must have borrowed them from the laundry, the laundry room sir. They're not mine," she quivered. "Megan, I saw you last night," I calmly stated. "W-what! What do you mean? You saw me?" "I saw you in the art school. With the boy from the town. I know these panties are yours. I saw you put them behind the drawing board in the studio." Megan Goodens knew she'd be got and stood silent for a few seconds, her lip quivering with a mixture of shock and embarrassment. "I-I don't know what to say Sir," she eventually offered. "Neither do I Miss Goodens," I said firmly. "A young girl of Lady Ottakers indulging in that kind of behavior is unacceptable. You can be expelled for that tomorrow you know." "Oh no please... sir. Can't we just forget it? My dad will go mental if he knows I'm in trouble. Please!?" "You won't be expelled Megan, but we must ensure you don't forget this embarrassing incident. We must make sure you don't repeat events like this. I know you have a reputation amongst the other girls of a brash, bitchy young lady but you're only 14 for God's sake. Act your age girl. Now come with me," I stated. I led the teenager through the kitchen into the backroom where the equipment was already set up. A camera on a tripod, with remote control, linked through to a monitor, and pointing at a small single bed set back against the black wall. "What the fuck..." she started. "Shut it Megan," I shouted. "You are going to do what I ask for the next hour or so or every one in this school and back home with your family and friends will know just what a slut they have in Megan Goodens. Now go and stand over there by the side of the bed." She slunk over there as I switched on an OHP positioned behind the camera. On it I'd prepared a script for the teenager to read out and enact. "Read from the script Megan and do what it says. I want you to look at the camera as you read, and I want you to be sorry for what you did last night." "You are fucking kidding," she whispered. "No Megan. No, I'm not. Do you want me to tell or do you want to be a little uncomfortable for an hour and it's all forgotten. You wanted it to be forgotten didn't you Megan?" I sat down on the chair beside the camera monitor and folded my arms. I looked directly at the 14 year old schoolgirl standing before me in her pretty, prim school uniform. This was going to be something else. "Oh OK. I'll do your fucking sick..." "Megan. Do not swear like that. You're a 14 year old schoolgirl, not some streetwise hooker. You'd do well to remember that in future. Now start reading. Look into the camera and do what the script says." She started as I started the camera. The monitor blinked into life and the picture of a scared teenager's face appeared on the screen. "H-hello. My name is Ra... Megan Goodens. I'm fourteen and I'm a schoolgirl at Lady Ottakers in England. I was caught last night doing something I shouldn't have done and now I'm going to have to admit it to you on camera. I was giving a guy a b... this is sick, I can't do this... a blowjob. I didn't really know what I was doing even though I'd told him I did. I didn't realize he'd cum quite so much. I didn't realize it would go in my hair and in my eyes and in my mouth and on my dress. I shouldn't have done it. But I can't help it if I'm a good looking young girl can I? Just 'cause I'm only fourteen years old doesn't mean I can't look like a woman does it? It doesn't mean men can't lust after me, does it? It doesn't mean men don't want to." "Keep going Megan, you're doing very well," I encouraged. "It doesn't mean men don't want to... fuck me, does it? Let me show you what a 14 year-old schoolgirl looks like and you make your own minds up." At this point the script stopped being dialogue and started being direction. Basically it asked her to start removing her clothes. I watched as she paused, unsure what to do next. "Take off your jacket Megan," I directed. She slipped the blue coat from her shoulders and dropped it to the floor. "Good girl, now your blouse," She hesitated before bringing her small hands up to the buttons and starting to unclip them one by one until the flimsy material fell open. "Take it off Megan," I demanded. The teenager did as she was told and then stood still in front of me, shaking and starting to sob. Just what I was hoping for. "Now your panties Megan." "I c-can't... sir," she sobbed. "Yes you can Megan. You're doing very well, keep going girl and this will soon be over and we can move on." "No sir... I can't take... take my pant-panties off. I'm not... wearing any." She was crying now. "Show me Megan. Pull your skirt up and show me." Her hands fell to her side and clasped the hem of the grey pleated skirt. Shaking she drew the material up above her hips, exposing herself to me and the camera. What greeted me was astounding. A virgin pudenda, cloaked in wispy blonde hair, a full set of labia clearly visible and very forward. "Well why haven't you any panties on young lady," I demanded. You know it's the rules of the school that all girls should be attired with full school uniform and panties are part of the uniform as far as I can recall are they not?" "Yes sir. Well I was out with..." "Another boy from the town Megan? "Y-yes sir." "And he's got your panties has he?" "Yes." "Do you masturbate Megan?" I asked calmly changing the subject having unsettled her sufficiently. "Y-yes... sometimes," came the meek reply. "Well I want you to lie down on the bed over there and masturbate for me now." Resigned to her humiliation the schoolgirl sat on the bed, swung around and lay there. "Pull your skirt up Megan and let your knees flop open. I want you to wank as if I'm not here and to tell me what you're thinking about as you do it." Her skinny legs flopped open, exposing her labia in its entirety now. Beneath her slit I could see the start of her rectum. All clean and virginal, so far. I watched as her right hand moved between her legs. Her index and second finger parted the folds of her labia gently and started rubbing her clitoris. She certainly seemed to know what to do. "Don't forget to tell me what you're thinking about now Megan." "Oh. Yes. Well I'm on the beach with Emma... with Emma Thurston my school girlfriend and we're away from our parents... and I'm looking at Emma... in her little bikini... and I'm getting hot. I'm feeling strange and want to touch her... and Emma's looking at me... and she reached out and touches my boobs... caressing my cleavage... and my pussy. "M-my pussy's getting damp... and Emma slips off her bikini top and I can... I can see her little, flat chest... and she rubs her-herself... and she slips off her bottoms and shows me her... her bare pussy... with no hair... just a little slit... and she... Oh fuck! She pulls my bikini bottoms down... and kneels... FUCK!! kneels in front of me... and... and starts to lick... me down there... OH GOD! FUCK!! her fingers are inside me... and my pussy's dripping wet! Her fingers are... OHH! OHH!!" I watched as the schoolgirl's fingers flashed in and out of her dripping hole. She came hard, once, twice and then a third time. All on film, in close-up. Coming to, Megan quickly recalled where she was and sat up pulling her grey skirt back over her bare hips. "Good girl Megan," I purred. "You looked lovely cumming so hard for the camera. Do you always cum so hard Megan?" "Megan?" "I... I'm not sure what you mean... Sir," she whispered. "Speak up now girl." "I-I don't... understand Sir." "When you orgasmed girl, is it always that out of control?" "That's the first time it's happened Sir. Normally I... I... just get a little wet and it feels good inside... " "Good girl Megan. OK. Right well that was good but for the next scene I want to just do something quickly. Stay here a second." I quickly popped out to the bathroom and got some shaving foam and a new razor blade. She was only just started to get pubes but I preferred it as bald and smooth as a cheek. "Now Megan dear I want you to lie back on the bed and put your hands behind your head. Don't worry now, just do as I ask and we'll forget I ever saw you giving the town lad a blowjob and you can forget about what goes on here tonight, OK. Deal?" "Yes... yes Sir, OK." She drew her legs up and swung round onto the bed. Lying flat out the teenage schoolgirl got my loins pumping again. She still had her teenie training bra on covering little bumps that were hardly visible now gravity was pressing them back into her frame. I drew up a chair beside the bed. "Put your hands behind your head Megan, that it, good girl. Now I'm just going to tidy you up down here a little bit, OK." I gently pulled her skirt up and laid it flat on her belly. Her virgin mound was close to me now and I could smell the results of her earlier orgasm. "Good girl Megan, now just shimmy down the bed a little and open up your legs for me. That's it good." I quickly sprayed some of the cold foam onto the top of her pudenda. She shuddered and started to sob a little. I brought my right hand between her legs and started to spread the foam out over her pudenda and down over her labia. Without wasting more time I started shaving the teenager's pussy. It was done quickly as the hair was young and soft and I was experienced in shaving... my face not schoolgirls' cunts! I toweled off the excess foam and admired the clean bald pussy. "Do you like it Megan," I enquired innocently. "Whatever..." "Whatever Sir!" Whatever... sir!" "Good. Now we better see about your top half hadn't we? Stand up for me Megan. Thank you. Now look at the camera, remove your little bra and throw it over to me." The teen was in shock now and really didn't know what was going on. I watched with a gawking sensation in my cock as the young girl reached around and slipped her bra off. She stood there staring blankly into the camera; her small breasts clear to see. Good tight, perky nipples pointing slightly up from the start of her mounds. "Those are great tits Megan," I exclaimed. "Do you like them? Are they big enough for you? Are your friends bigger?" "Yes... they're OK I guess." "I think they're lovely Megan. You are a beautiful little girl. Now just one more thing and we're all done her for tonight. I'd like you to get back up onto the bed on your hands and knees facing that corner over there. That's it, good girl Megan." I checked the camera lens was going to cover this and walked purposefully over to the side of the bed. This would shut Megan Goodens up for a few years; take that bitchiness out of her. I hitched her skirt up over her hips and looked down upon the teenager's ass. They're so goddamn tight at this age I thought to myself. "Megan, I want you to push your bottom this way a little and open out your knees." "Are you... are you going to... r-r-rape me Sir?" she sobbed. "Good god no Megan. You don't deserve that do you?" "N-no." "I'm going to show you how you can enjoy yourself without doing the thing... you know, without losing your virginity. You'll stay intact Megan, for your first boyfriend. But you'll also know about other things that men enjoy. Things that I'm sure your friends don't know. Would you like to know, Megan?" "W-will it hurt Sir? You won't r-rape me or f-fuck me will you?" "Just relax Megan and you'll do fine. Enjoy it. Now push you bottom out and up, good girl." The schoolgirl's asshole looked so small against my engorged cock that was now resting in my right hand. I spat on my left hand finger and gently passed them between Megan's legs, grazing them over her clitoris, labia and up to her sphincter. This was going to hurt the poor girl but I had to have her and I couldn't fuck her cunt. That would get me strung up if ever I was found out. "Relax now Megan," I repeated. "Just let this happen." I placed the tip of my cock against her ring and felt her twitch away. Grabbing both her hips I started to push against her hole willing it to open up and admit me. "Oh god. No! NO!!" she screamed. "Megan, just pretend you need to go for a poo. Push out for me and it'll be over before you know, just let it happen sweetie." I thrust hard and impatiently into the young girl and felt her cry out with pain, anguish, humiliation and fear. Just what I'd wanted. With the head of my engorged cock within the sphincter of the teenager I started to thrust in and out of her. She was so fuckin' tight though I quickly realized I was going to cum far quicker than I wanted to, never mind... "Megan," I started. "Megan, listen to me, can you hear me?" I continued as I thrust in and out of her. "Y-y-yes." "When I say I want you to whip around and face me, OK. Do you understand?" "Y-yes," she whimpered. Megan... now Megan!" I commanded pulling out of her backside. The distraught teen turned to face me as I stepped back a little from the bed. I looked down at my engorged, twitching cock. The smell started to hit me before I realized the brown flecks on its tip were shit from within Megan's rectum. "Look up at me Megan," I whispered. She turned her tear stained eyes up towards me, pleading with my conscience. I had no conscience that evening and brought my shit stained cockhead down towards her pert lips. "Lick it clean Megan," I ordered. In an apparent catatonic state by now the teenage schoolgirl opened her pretty little mouth and took my shitty cock between her lips. I could feel her tongue running around my member, cleaning the shit off it. The feeling was intense and too much. My cock twitched hard and offloaded the first spurt of cum into her mouth. I pulled out and twitched again and again spraying Megan's hair, eyes, nose and mouth with white, hot semen. "Megan, that was beautiful absolutely fucking beautiful. You really are something else. I suggest you go into the bathroom over there, clean yourself up and get on back to house for prep. OK?" "Yes," she whispered oh so quietly. "Yes what Ms Goodens," I replied quickly. "Y-yes Sir," she responded. I watched as the cum-soaked schoolgirl gathered herself off my bed and slipped into the bathroom. I heard the sound of running water and then a few minutes later a slightly better looking Megan Goodens appeared. "S-sir, may I have my... my, umm... bra please?" "Now Goodens, I think I'll hold onto that in both our interests. So I can remember tonight and so that you can remember what I know about you and our rule breaking townsfolk. Be careful Goodens. Get along now." I heard the door latch click and she was gone. Chapter Seven - Jules Learns To Shave I'd been doing some maintenance work in the San again all morning. It looked like something was up as there'd been a constant stream of girls queuing to see the Doctor, staying no more than 5 – 10 minutes and leaving. Eventually I cottoned on that the curse of public schools had struck, hair lice. Around lunchtime the stream of girls tailed off and the Doctor left for a well-earned break. I sauntered into the surgery looking for a power point for my drill. Fairly soon I heard a tentative knock at the door. "Come in," I muttered. The door swung open slowly and in walked a girl I didn't recognize. She was a cutie all right though, looked about Year 11 or 12, maybe fifteen or sixteen years old. Shoulder length mousy hair, quite spiky, a thin face with bright green eyes sitting atop a body to die for. How had I missed this one I thought. "Hello dear, can I help?" I enquired innocently. "Yes... yes Doctor. I'm sorry I'm late. I'm new and didn't know we were all supposed to report here for the nit... I mean hair lice check. Well opportunities like this can't be passed up I thought... . "Come in then and sit over there please. What's your name?" "Jules, Doctor. Jules Boland." "OK then Jules, let's take a look. Just lean back a little and look up at the ceiling for me... that's it... good girl... oh, yes... there's some of the little blighters." Looking around the surgery I quickly saw the sink with the nit shampoo bottle aside it. "Scoot over there for me Jules and stick your head over the sink." I washed her hair in the foul smelling stuff, rinsed it off and passed her a towel. Here we go I thought. "If there in there Jules, we need to check under your arms and between your legs as well please." "W-what!?" she exclaimed. "Don't worry, just nip behind the screen, slip off your blouse and knickers, come back out and hop up on the couch." When you stated it so matter-of-factly these girls were so well mannered they just followed your instructions like fuckin' robots. I waited a few minutes before the unsure teenager reappeared; still in her regulation black shoes, white ankle socks, grey pleated skirt (just above the knee) however now minus her white blouse and I hoped her panties. With her hands clasped protectively across her chest, Jules Boland slid hesitantly over to where I stood. "Good girl Jules, now just reach up with both arms and let's have a look." "I shave them Doctor," she interrupted. "Oh, good. I see. Well then we've nothing to worry about there then. Over on the couch for me then and we'll just take a quick look down below." She hopped up on the couch, swung her pretty teen legs up and lay back, so unsure, so very unsure. "Good. Now just bring your knees up Jules and flop your knees apart. Don't worry, it won't take a second." I watched captivated as always as the 15-year-old's knees rose and fell away. My eyes fell between her legs and I started. The hairiest pussy I think I'd ever seen on a teenage girl greeted me. I feigned an inspection, already sure of what I was going to do. "OK then Jules, they've got down here I'm afraid. Rather than use the shampoo which can be unreliable I suggest we shave your pubis then we're sure they've gone." "You're kidding me Doc," she exclaimed. "No Jules. Trust me, this is the best way. Now would you like to do it or would you like me to do it? Either way it has to happen... it's the school rules." "Well, if I have to I suppose I'll do it," she muttered. "Good girl." I surveyed the surgery and soon saw what she needed. "I suggest you stand over by the basin Jules. Make sure you get it all off, even a small patch can be enough to start it all over again." I watched from behind the Doctor's desk as the bemused teenager slipped off her skirt and stood in front of the sink in just her bra, socks and shoes. My God she had a hairy cunt, thick black pubes bursting out over her thighs. What must she look like on the beach in a bikini I could only imagine. Nice, tight hard body though, despite a smaller than average pair up top. Reaching for the electric razor she started to shave her vulva bare. After a few minutes she stopped and turned. "Am I done Doctor?" "Hop up here Jules and let's take a look now." She hopped up and flopped open. Bristly up top and still hairy beneath her slit and down around her anus. "Just a few more to get Jules. Best if I do it," I stated grabbing some foam and a hand razor. "This may be a little cold dear." I squirted a little foam onto my finger and began to spread it gently over the teenage schoolgirl's vulva. Gradually I moved down around her labia, spreading gently. "Just scoot down this way a little more for me Jules... that's it... good girl. I'm just going to open your bottom up a little..." I parted her buttocks slightly bringing her anus into view. My finger went back to spreading the foam beneath her labia and between her buttocks and around her anus. Once foamed-up I started to stoke the razor over her, shaving, cleaning and clearing the foam off her teen flesh. It was only as I started beneath her labia that I heard it... a distinct catching of breath. "Aaaa!!" She was getting off on this I thought. Holy shit, she was actually getting off on this abuse. I continued clearing the foam from her, being particularly careful around her anus. Once clear I gently started stroking my finger back up and down her labia. "Ooohhhh!!" It was short, and quiet, but definitely the sound of a schoolgirl becoming aroused. In fact as I looked, her labia grew and parted. In for a penny I thought and deliberately brought my index finger to bear on the teenager's clitoris that was just starting to protrude from her lips. "Oh... oh...shit!!" she murmured. That was a green light to me. I pushed a little harder around her clit and brought my other hand up beneath to massage her opening and anus. Soon she was moving with my hands, moaning and groaning as only young girls can do, unsure of how loud they should be. I inserted a thumb in her anus and pushed until it was all the way in. My index finger still taunted her virginal opening. I was just about to start sliding into her when... "Oh... oh... fuck... fucking hell... FUCK ME... CHRIST... SHIT... MOTHER... FUCKER!!!" The teenage schoolgirl tensed beneath me as she started to orgasm. I glanced up at her as her eyes glazed over with sensation, I looked back at my thumb buried in her asshole, my other thumb rubbing her clit and my finger poised over her opening. As I looked I saw something I'd never seen before. From the newly shaven pussy of this teenage virgin schoolgirl shot this stream of fluid. I assumed it was an ejaculate of some kind and not urine; it didn't smell of urine. Most of it soaked into my shirt, some of it fell to the floor. "Oh... God. Shit. Sorry. Doctor. I'm so sorry. I don't know what happened." "Jules don't worry. Please don't worry. I'm a little shocked I must admit. I didn't expect you to do this to me... I was only treating you for lice and... well Jesus... Miss Boland... well... I'm not sure... not sure quite what to do... here... eh... quite what... what to do..." I milked it for all it was worth hoping the naïve teen would pick up on the predicament she found herself in, blame herself and offer a way out of her embarrassment. "Please Doctor... Sir," she murmured looking up at me with doe eyes filled with fearful insecurity. "Please... you won't tell... anyone... Sir... Doctor... will you?" "Well Jules, that depends," I leered. "You see, you appear to have enjoyed yourself spraying all over me... I only think it's fair you let me do the same, don't you?" "I'm not sure what." "Oh come on Jules Boland, a grown girl like you! You know exactly what I mean. If you wish me to not report a word of what's gone on here today, with you acting like some slut not worthy of a place at Lady O then I suggest you return the favor young lady." "Doctor, what...what do you... you want me to do... I'm not sure I-I understand you," she whimpered. "Well Jules I suggest you pop down off that couch and get yourself on your knees in front of me. See what pops up and act accordingly. I'm sure a teen of today knows what to do. Do it Miss Boland! Now!" I spat. I watched as the young girl drew herself up off the couch shaking, let her thin legs onto the floor and stood briefly before crouching in front of my legs. She gazed up at me, imploring me, asking me, what to do next. "Open my belt Jules, unclip my trousers and pull them and my pants down." She'd known what was going to happen all along, I could tell from the resigned expression in her innocent green eyes. Her young hands came up around my hips and quickly pulled my clothes to my ankles. My cock, which had been at attention for a while now, sprang out at the schoolgirl's face, pre-cum leaking from the eye. "Good girl Jules. Now take my cock in your hands and start to jerk me off... you know how to wank a man Jules don't you?" "Oh! Oh yes... yes, Sir... I think so," she stammered. It quickly became apparent she didn't and my patience ran out. "Miss Boland, stop. Stop now. That is quite the worst handjob I have ever had. And you said you knew what you were doing? Bollocks! Sit there girl, put your hands behind your back. Keep them there and look up at me." I grabbed my rock hard cock and brought it up to the teenage schoolgirl's rosebud lips. "Open up Jules," I commanded. She looked up at me with confused, betrayed eyes. "Open your mouth Miss Boland," I repeated. Slowly her lips parted with bewildered resignation and I slipped my adult member between the child's lips. I placed my hands around the back of her head and began to slide in and out... in and out... gradually faster and faster. At one stage she tried to stop me, bringing her weak arms to bear but I quickly yelled at her to put her hands back behind her back and get on with it. It felt so fucking good fucking the schoolgirl's mouth... so fucking good. I soon came close to cumming... a few... a few more... strokes and... and... oh... fucking... Christ! I pulled out and started to jettison my load. Stream after stream of yellowy-white semen sprang from my cock and stuck fast to her face, her hair, her nose, across her eyes, on her bra covered breasts, her shoulders, in her mouth, on her lips and even on the ears of the schoolgirl. She was covered in cum and stinking of it. "Now Miss Boland," I started having caught my breath, "I think we both understand each other now don't we? You've enjoyed yourself, cumming all over the Doctor. Disgusting. And you've made up for it by letting me enjoy myself. I suggest you clean yourself up and get back to class. Go on. Now!" I watched as the teenager got to her feet and wandered bemused over to the sink and began to mop my semen from her upper body. Depositing the tissues in the trash she bent to the floor collected her blouse and slipped it on whilst moving to the door. I heard the door click closed, stood and wandered back behind the screen. As usual, lying there abandoned was a solitary pair of white regulation school uniform panties belonging to one Miss Jules Boland. Another pair for the collection. Chapter Eight - Lucie Gets Examined It became clear that summer term that the best game was to be had playing the Doctor. Sure, there were regular instances where you'd sneak a glimpse down a gaping blouse or up a flouncy skirt caught by the wind but nothing a debauched as the situations that could be controlled in the San. Another one came my way a few weeks later. I'd known it was about the right time of the year for the girl's medicals and I'd seen them traipse off reluctantly to the San over the past few days. My work detail had adjusted to suit and I found myself late one afternoon 'finishing' up a job in the Doctor's examination room. A knock at the door: I quickly hid my tools and sat down behind the Doctor's desk; putting on my best voice I began the game. "Come in!" I exclaimed. The door creaked open and a timid face appeared around the jamb. Lucie Watkins. Year 12. Shy as a field mouse. This was going to be fun. "Lucie, hello. Come in girl. What can I do for you?" "Well Doctor, I... I think I was supposed to see you around l-lunch... time and I-I... forgot, Sir. Doctor," she stammered. "Well don't worry Lucie, let me see, where might your paperwork be... ah... yes... here it is. Lucie Watkins, right?" "Y-yes... Sir." "Good. Well Lucie, sit down and we'll deal with you now. So, Lucie Watkins, Year 12 right and how old are you now Lucie?" "Thirteen sir, fourteen in October. The 12th." "Good. And you're in good health generally Lucie, you look like you are?" And didn't she just. Sitting meekly in front of me the teen schoolgirl looked a sight for sore eyes. Shoulder length bob cut hair sat around a face of such innocence it was hard to look at. Meek steely gray eyes stared out at me, unsure of whether she was in trouble with the Doctor for missing her earlier appointment. Beneath her sat a body to die for. More than a typical teenager's body, this one was special. A slight frame supported the most perfectly proportioned breasts I'd ever seen on a schoolgirl. Big and noticeable but not huge and unwieldy like some one sees. A slim waist led to slim hips and long, long, gangly teen legs. She was dressed, as she was supposed to be in the school uniform. It was a hot day so no blazer, just a white cotton, billowy blouse, a knee-length gray plaid skirt, white socks and sandals. This was going to be good. "Yes... yes Doctor... I think so..." she stammered. "Well let's just check shall we Lucie," I said matter- of-factly, getting up from behind the desk. "Pop over here towards the couch for me please. That's it, good. Now let's just take a look in your eyes, ears and nose first shall we look this way Lucie." I quickly feigned bothering to examine Watkins' ENT eager to get to the goodies. "OK Lucie, well that all looks in order. Now turn around for me and just lift up the back of your blouse please. I just need to listen to your breathing for a minute." Would she go for it? Of course she would, I'm the Doctor and she trusts me! I watched as her hands crept to her hips and slowly extracted the cotton from her waistband. She hitched up the back of her blouse and bent forward almost imperceptibly. "A little higher Lucie please, that's it. Thank you. Now this might be a little cold, the stethoscope, there. Is that OK?" A meek nod answered me. "OK. Good... now take three or four deep breaths for me Lucie please. Good. Good. And out again, good." "All fine there" I muttered as I wandered over to the table and feigned making some notes in her medical file. "Good. Now I need to just take a quick look at your breasts Lucie. It won't take long and I don't want you to feel embarrassed at all. We need to just check for lumps and things like that, I'm sure you're aware of the need to check and I hope you do check them occasionally. Do you Lucie?" "Well... well... I'm... not... Doctor... y-yes. I do. Occasionally," she muttered obviously flustered with this unexpected turn of events. "Good. Right then, just step over here Lucie and undo the buttons on your blouse please. No need to take it off, just leave it open." I watched as she meekly stared out of the window as her hands crept up the blouse unclipping the buttons as she went. Soon the blouse fell open and my eyes lit on the prize within. Cupped in what seemed like a huge bra for such a young, slight girl, was a perfect pair of globes. "Good Lucie, now just hold your blouse open around your hips for me. That's it. Thank you." I reached forward with my most professional Doctor's face on and placed my hands on the underside of the teenage schoolgirl's bra clad breasts. They were heavy and hot. I gently kneaded them and moved my hands around, up and down. She continued to stare out of the window whilst this abuse took place. I could see her body start to betray her as her buds bloomed and her nipples started to poke up through the flimsy cotton. I broke away. Instinctively Lucie closed her arms around her and started to button up the blouse. "Good. All's well there Lucie. Keep doing those regular inspections though and any untoward lumps or bumps you don't feel happy with come and see the Doctor immediately. Promise?" "Yes Doctor," she mumbled finishing buttoning the top button. "Excellent. Right. Not long to go now Lucie. Hop up on the couch for me and leave your legs dangling over the side. That's it... good girl. I'm just going to examine your joints, ankles, knees, hips, that kind of thing. Girls of your age are growing fast and your joints are subject to a lot of stress and strain. Do you have any joint pain Lucie?" "No... no Doctor... I don't." I crouched before her and feigned an inspection of her ankles. Moving up her gangly shins I paused briefly at her knees and moved her lower leg up and down and side to side as if checking for clicks and resistance within the joint. "OK Lucie," I started, "that all looks fine. Just down below to take a quick look at and we're done. I just need to you slip off your panties and hop back up on the couch on all fours pointing over towards the door. If you want to use the screen over there please do." I left here to mull over this latest and most severe request as I once again feigned recording some notes in her medical notes. I glanced back over my shoulder after a moment and saw she'd wandered over to behind the screen and appeared to be obeying my instructions. It was amazing, I thought to myself what young girls will do when instructed by an authority figure. She stepped hesitantly back out from behind the screen and began to walk towards the couch. "Good girl Lucie, hop on up on the couch, pop on your hands and knees for me facing the door. That's it, good girl. You're doing great, we'll be done in a second." I watched mesmerized as the schoolgirl followed my commands, hopped up on the couch and positioned herself on her hands and knees facing the door. The evening summer sunshine beamed through the open window directly onto the most pert behind I'd had the pleasure of seeing for many a month. "OK Lucie, now I'm just going to pop your skirt up and take a quick look down below. Are you all OK down there as far as you know? Periods OK?" "Yes... yes... Doctor," she whimpered sounding on the verge of tears now. "Don't worry Lucie, we'll be done in a second and you'll be out of here. OK here we go now, hold still." I reached out and grabbed the hem of the schoolgirl's gray plaid skirt. I lifted my hands and gently placed the material across Lucie's lower back. Exposed before me were the teenager's ass, hips and thighs. She'd done as I asked and taken her panties off and the sight that greeted me was fabulous. "Just move your knees apart a little for me now Lucie please, that's it. A little more, that's good. Now push your bottom up towards the ceiling and rest down on your lower arms. Perfect. Good girl Lucie." Her crack was now gaping exposing her pert little sphincter. Below that was nirvana. A plump set of teenage labia barely covered in pubes. I started to be able to smell her now the skirt was lifted, a mixture of cheap schoolgirl perfume, shit and sex. I grabbed the lube and slipped some on my fingers. "I'm just going to take a quick feel inside Lucie, stay as still as you can. Here we go." I grazed my index finger up and down her slit a few times before slipping it gently between her lips. She was a little dry and I moved my finger in and out a little to spread the lube around some. Soon she moistened to the movement and I was able to slide my other index finger in alongside. Gently I parted her labia and exposed her passage to the light for maybe the first time. I watched as her clitoris unfolded itself from the now parted folds of skin and poked out for a look-see. Not wishing to prolong the girl's discomfort (or my risk more like) I slipped my fingers from her vagina and moved upwards. "This may sting a little Lucie but once done we're finished. OK?" "Y-yes," she whispered, sobbing now, knowing deep inside her that this was not right. I dipped my index fingers in the lube again and pushed them together against the schoolgirl's sphincter. "O...o... oh... no... no!" "Stay still Lucie please. It won't take long. Push back on me if you have to." I pushed again insistently and slowly her tight opening gave way and my fingers slipped in. Once in to the second knuckle I gently prised them still further apart. Eventually I could see down into Lucie Watkins' rectum; way back I glimpsed her next brown head, soon the smell started getting a little strong but before I could do anything about it... "Oh god no! Please! Oh!!" The teen beneath me tensed as shit burst from her rectum. I leapt back and surveyed the scene. Shit everywhere. All over my white coat, the couch, Watkins' thighs. Perfect. "W-what the hell?!" I screamed falsely. "What the hell do you think you're doing Miss Watkins. Well!" She was crying openly now as she struggled to recoup some dignity gathering her skirt around her exposed parts and stepping down off the couch. "I-I'm so... so sorry Doctor... I didn't mean... I mean... this has never happened before... never. Oh I'm so embarrassed... so embarrassed. What shall I do... oh God... oh God! OH GOD!!" "Miss Watkins, what's happened here is serious misconduct that could have you expelled from the school do you understand?" "Y-yes Doctor." "I'll have to report this disgusting incident to the headmistress tomorrow morning and you'll need to go and see her and tell her all the disgusting details of how you lost your self control and defecated on an adult doing his job." "P-please no Doctor. I'm in trouble with the head already, this could finish it for me." "Well what options do I have Miss Watkins?" "I'll do anything, anything sir. Extra prep, detentions, anything just please don't tell her." "There is one thing Lucie," I started softening a little now. "Anything Doctor." "Well it'll help this to not happen again. Call it some treatment if you like." She looked a little unsure again now. "Hop back up on the other couch for me, lay down on your back and scoot your hips to the end." "Why?" "If you don't want me to recount this disgusting incident around the school you'll do what I ask Miss Watkins, now get back up there!" She reluctantly sulked over to the clean couch and hopped back up. "That's it Lucie, you see we can both benefit from this situation you've created. Now I want you to slip your blouse open again for me... that's it... no, leave it on, just open around your sides. Good. Now slip your bra off and pass it to me. "You're fucking kidding right Doctor!" she exclaimed getting the hang of the problem she now had. "I am not Lucie. Do exactly what I ask and we'll leave here friends and your disgusting behavior will never leave this room. OK?" "Yeah" "Good. That's better. Now slip your bra off and pass it over to me. Good girl, pull your blouse open so I can look at you. Wow. Lucie, you have beautiful large breasts for a 13 year old. Now lie back on the couch. Pull your skirt up around your hips for me... that's it... good girl... now push your bottom down this way until its off the end of the couch. Tthat's good, now swing your legs up and flop your knees open, good girl Lucie." The teenage schoolgirl looked stunning. Her regulation white cotton blouse lay open along her sides exposing her disproportionately large breasts which, in true young girl style, were not suffering the effects of gravity but remained plump and firm pointing defiantly towards the ceiling, nipples erect in the moving air. Her skirt lay bunched around her waist and with her knees open and her cunt lay bare for the world to see. It wasn't her cunt I wanted though. I couldn't risk being done for vaginal rape of a minor, sodomy was a slightly different crime though. I slipped my engorged cock from my trousers and moved towards the cowering teenager. "Please Doctor... don't... r-rape me. I'm only thirteen for Christ sakes." "I'm not going to rape you Lucie, we're just going to have a little fun to... to buy my silence on this matter OK?" "OK," she whimpered. Placing my glans against the schoolgirl's sphincter I began to have doubt about being able to squeeze into her virgin passage. I began to exert a little pressure but was brought up short by the moans from below... "Oh no, my god no! You can't fu... Do me up there! Please god! NO!!" "So you thought you knew all about sex at thirteen did you Miss Watkins, well I bet they don't teach you this. I need you to pretend you're having a poo, another one Lucie, and push for me. That'll make this easier for you and me, go on Lucie, push!" I watched as her ring distended and popped towards the intruder, a little more pressure and I felt the teenager's flesh give way and my glans start to slip inside. After a few careful minutes I was embedded up Lucie Watkins' ass and began to slide in and out. As I pumped, her pert breasts swayed with the rhythm. Her eyes were closed and she was moaning and weeping. "Enjoy it Lucie, relax and enjoy it," I leered. "It h-hurts," she whimpered. "Just let it happen Lucie." I quickened my pace as I felt the gawking, familiar sensation in my loins. Soon I was pumping the schoolgirl for all I was worth, sweat forming down my spine. All eight inches of my adult cock was now pumping deep into the teenager's butt and the tight squeeze was causing the inevitable. Once I was there I quickly plopped out of her and stepped round to the side of the couch close to her now catatonic face. A couple of strokes and the shower started. Glob after glob of hot, steaming semen burst forth onto the pretty youngster's face, nose, hair and eyes. She squealed and turned away but was covered with the worst already. The last few drops I aimed over her breasts and bare vulva as I waltzed back down to the end of the couch. "Good girl Lucie, we're all done here now. Clean yourself up and go back to house now. And remember Miss Watkins... you did this to stop me speaking about the disgusting event earlier." I motioned over to the adjacent couch that was still covered in the schoolgirl's faeces. "I'll clean that up, you clean yourself up and get on home now." "Yes." "Yes what Miss Watkins?" "Y-yes, Sir!" I collected her bra from the couch and placed it in my pocket, another addition to the collection. Chapter Nine - Kate Goes Gardening Wow what a scorcher of day. I was sweating my nuts off in the woods at the back of the school grounds trimming out ground elder and clearing space for the winter's wood stores. It had been a hard morning's work and I'd lain down for a rest after my sandwich. I'm not sure what woke me up but I knew I'd heard something. There it was again, talking, or whispering more like. Christ these Ottaker girls get everywhere. Who was it this time up where they weren't allowed. I struggled to my feet and wearily crept through the undergrowth up to the secluded backfield. What I saw from the edge of the trees told me I was in for another session or something... Kate Johansson, one of the Finnish girls if I recalled was walking across the field towards me, a mobile phone glued to her ear. Kate was a final year pupil, somewhere around 16 or 17 I guess, a little old for my liking but worth watching that's for sure. It was the weekend so the girls were allowed to be in their long summer dresses which were still school uniform but gave the girls a little more freedom to enjoy at the weekend. As she approached I began to suspect she'd been drinking. She was swaying a little and collapsing into hysterics at the slightest thing being said to her down the phone... it is hard to tell though with teenage girls. I watched as she stopped and looked around, giggling again. Kate reached into her rucksack and pulled out a towel. "This'll do Amy I think," she pronounced to the phone, "No one can see me here, I'll call you in an hour and let you know all the goss. Bye." No one indeed I thought as I watched Kate spread the towel on the ground and reach behind her. Her dress fell from her body and I watched transfixed as this vision of a hard body teenage schoolgirl came into view. She was dressed in a skimpy pink bikini that only just covered the bits that should be covered. Far from school regulation. She pulled the material out from her butt crack, re-arranged the towel and lay down on her back in the blazing sun. Soon Kate was lying back soaking up the rays, her eyes shut in bliss. As I watched her left hand moved up onto her flat, hard belly and began moving gently up and down. She shifted slightly on the towel before her fingers slipped inside the top band of her brief bikini bottoms. I watched mesmerized as her hand moved deeper under the material and began to move rhythmically, stroking her vulva. Her knees pulled up and flopped open as her hand worked industriously between her slender thighs. Her head was thrown back now as her breathing became noticeably louder. She paused and looked up and around suddenly. Perhaps she'd thought she'd heard someone coming. Convinced she remained alone she hitched her hips up and over her bikini and slipping the flimsy cotton material down over her legs to her ankles. Positioned in the bushes at the ankle end of Kate I watched again as her legs fell apart exposing her bare, shaven slit to the sun. Dirty girl I thought, shaving yourself like that. Her labia were plump and parted with the activity and glistened in the midday sunlight. Soon Johansson's finger were working away again stoking her clitoris and pulling her lips apart. With her left hand working her vulva and clit I peered through the bushes as her right hand came under her thighs and her finger started to penetrate her sopping hole. Two fingers slipped deep into the schoolgirl's passage and dilated her hole still further. Her breathing was so fast now that she had to be close to cumming. She finished herself by sliding her thumb inside her anus; that was enough... "Oh... oh... ooooohhhhh... f... f... fuck... fuck me... Christ on a bike... fuck me... SHIT!" she whimpered as she came hard, time and time again. I watched as the young schoolgirl recovered from her orgasm, sat up and pulled her bikini panties back up over her knees and around her hips. She stood up, stretched, looked to the sky, rearranged her briefs a little and lay back down on the towel. It was time to strike... Slowly I crept back to where my gardening tools were. I collected up my things from lunch, loaded them into my wheelbarrow and began to wheel it round to where I knew Kate lay. I wasn't noisy, but I wasn't quiet; just going about my business... "Oh... hello Miss," I feigned, "Sorry, I didn't see you there! She woke with a start and sat up quick, her hand instinctively covering her chest. "Oh... shit... sorry... sorry Sir, I-I... " "What are you doing here Miss... Miss?" "Johansson Sir, Kate Johansson." "Well Miss Johansson?" "I-I... just thought... Sir... seeing as its such a lovely day... I'd... I'd... um... well enjoy it Sir." "Yes Miss Johansson, I saw you enjoying it earlier. Do you really think that kind of behavior is what is expected of an Ottaker girl? Well, do you?" "I-I'm not sure what you mean... Sir," she stammered back, starting to look even more anxious. "You know very well Miss. That disgusting display you were putting on a few minutes ago, that animal behavior. In public as well." "I-I... don't know... what? What!" "You do know Johansson, you do know. Lying there masturbating in public. It's disgusting. Not the kinds of behavior Ottaker girls indulge in. I'm sure the headmistress will agree and as for your parents when you're sent home, well I am sure they'll have something to say about it as well!" Tears were now welling up inside the teenager's eyes as the realization of what she'd just done dawned on her. She knelt before me an anxious, scared teenager not sure what to do or how to handle the situation. I though I'd help her... "Do you like masturbating Miss Johansson?" I enquired calmly. Silence. "Miss Johansson, at least have the courtesy to answer me when I ask you a question. Stand up girl when I'm speaking to you. Stand up now!" The schoolgirl reluctantly rose to her feet and stood before me defensively on her towel. "Put your hands to your side and pay attention", I demanded. I watched as Kate Johansson's teenage hard body came into full close-up view. Her breasts were small little peaks beneath the flimsy, pink cotton material. Small for a girl of her age I thought as my eyes wandered down over her taut flat stomach to her bony hips and pudenda. Her bikini bottoms were stretched over her vulva tight and in the bright sunlight I swore I could make out the indentation of her labia behind the material, still stimulated from her recent orgasm. "Now answer my question please." "Yes. Yes sir I do like masturbating," she replied timidly. "Good. Well then I think there may be a way we can avoid your embarrassment and the need for this display to be anything but a secret between you and me. Are you prepared to try to make amends for your filthy behaviour Miss Johansson?" "Y-yes I think so," she whispered, her eyes fixed at her feet. "Yes Sir," I stated. "Yes. Yes Sir." "Good girl. Now Kate, I want you to look at me and listen very carefully. If you do what I ask then your secret is safe. OK?" "OK. You're not going to... h-hurt me or... or anything are you?" she asked quietly now looking at me with her wide frightened gray eyes. "No Kate, I'm not. As long as you do exactly what I ask I think you'll enjoy yourself. Now let's get going shall we. Firstly Kate I want you to slip off your bikini briefs, just the bottoms, leave your bra top on." "W... what... you must be... be... kidding. I'm... not... not doing that for some f-fucking pervy teacher." "Miss Johansson, in case you'd forgotten I don't believe you have much choice in the matter unless you wish to report to the headmistress to explain the fact that I found you masturbating in the top field in clear view of everybody like some filthy depraved animal! Now do what I say, now." Slowly I watched as the schoolgirl's hands grasped the top of her bikini for the second time that afternoon. She slowly bent over taking the material down her long legs with her. She stepped out of the slight material and pushed it to one side with her left foot. "Pass them to me Kate," I demanded. She picked up the briefs and passed them over to me. I held them to my nose and smelt the teenager's sex on the material. "You were excited earlier Kate weren't you, I can smell you" I leered. "Now seeing as you told me you like masturbation so much I thought you could do me a little favor and bring me off. Have you masturbated a man before Kate?" The schoolgirl looked up at me with her now resigned eyes. "N-no I haven't." "Have you had sex before Kate or are you a virgin?" "I-I'm still a virgin," she whispered. "Still a virgin, Sir." "S-still a virgin. Sir!" she responded. "Good now I want you to get on your knees Kate, that's it, open them out a little. Good girl. Now I'm going to get my penis out and I want you to do exactly what I say." I slipped my belt open and pushed my khaki trousers down over my knees. My cock sprang up from its lair ready for action, moist pre-cum leaking from the eye in anticipation. "Now Kate, I want you to place your left hand under my balls, cup and stroke them while your right hand goes around my shaft. That's it... good... good girl. Now gently start to move your right hand up and down... that's good! A little slower Kate. Mmm, good... good... oooohhh! A little harder grip Kate... good... that's it! Good!" It must have looked a sight. The young schoolgirl virgin, on her knees, in just her bikini top, masturbating the gardener. "Are you sure you've never done this before Miss? You're good at it... very good... aaahh. Now, I want you to move your right hand off and open up your mouth." "No. No fucking way!" "Kate, do this or the news will be all over the school before dinner time." She slowly removed her hand and looked up mournfully at me. "Please don't make me. Please Sir." That just made me want to do her even more. "Open your mouth Miss, open it now." I watched as her lips parted to an 'O' and I pushed my hips forward. My cock looked so wide against the pretty young girl's mouth. She gagged slightly as her mouth forcefully parted to accommodate the intruding member. I placed my hands behind her head and pull/pushed her on and off my cock. Christ it was deep, almost to the back of her throat by the feel of it. Her breathing was becoming labored, as was mine. I was nearly there... "Kate, when I pull out of you I want you to freeze looking up at me with your mouth open. Do you understand?" "Mmmmmyyyyyeagh!!" I pulled out for one last time and looked down to check she'd done as I asked. The pretty teen schoolgirl was kneeling before me her face pointed up at my engorged cock, her mouth slightly open. Good girl I thought. My right hand went to work pulling off my orgasm. It soon came and it had been a while. Stream after stream of hot salty sperm flung forth from my cock towards the teenager's face. Most landed on her face, in her eyes, on and up her nose and in her mouth. Some found its way onto her blonde hair, some onto the end of her chin where it started its fall from grace, dripping down onto her chest and towel below. With one final grunt I'd finished and started to do myself up. "That was lovely Kate, thank you." I heard the tears start and glanced down at the girl. She looked a mess. She fallen back sitting on the back of her legs, tears streaming from her eyes washing cum down her face. Her fringe was matted with semen; bubbles of cum were seeping from her nose and the side of her mouth. Her breasts were spotted with semen, as was the towel on which she sat. Suddenly she started and screamed... "Oh no please! Shit no!" She stood quickly as urine began to flood out from between her legs. Her humiliation could get no lower. "Kate Johansson, I suggest you get yourself cleaned up quickly and return to school. This remains between you and me, it will go no further." I turned and collecting my wheelbarrow strode off towards the woods leaving the cum soaked schoolgirl to sort herself out. As I walked I could feel her bikini briefs in my left hand trouser pocket, another for the collection. A pretty pink pair this time. Chapter Ten - Crossing The Line With Annie The head had asked me to act as a stand-in teacher one afternoon for Ms. Yarrow who had gone off sick suddenly with girly problems. The class was Year 12 history and it was an easy call; the class plan was there and all I had to do was uphold discipline within the class. As I sat there watching the girls work I was in heaven. In one room there were, before my very eyes, eighteen examples of the best 13 and 14-year-old teenage flesh I'd seen in a long time. One of the advantages of Ottakers was the good breeding necessary, for the money needed, to send the girls here and the inevitable fact that that led to good stock; good looking young girls a mother would be proud of. Most of the girls were just getting on with the work at hand, ignoring the fact their normal teacher wasn't there. One girl wasn't though. Annie Ratsey was pissing about at the back of the class, disturbing the other girls and getting no work done. I decided I'd have to have words... The bell went for the end of the class, the last of the afternoon. The girls were ready for it having been clock-watching for the last ten minutes and were quickly packed-up and moving out through the classroom door. "Ah, Miss Ratsey, one minute please. Wait behind." I shouted. I saw her shrug her shoulders to the other girls and slope up to the front of the classroom where she perched herself on one of the desks. She was a looker all right, a little smaller and thinner than the other girls in her class but bright blue eyes and a messy mousy hairstyle made up a sexy little package. All the other girls trooped off and the heavy classroom door swung closed with a resounding thud. The building fell quiet as I watched the young schoolgirl scowl defiantly. "Do you know why I've asked you to stay behind Miss Ratsey," I enquired. "No Sir, no idea," she shot back rudely. "Are you used to just messing about in class all the time, achieving nothing?" "Yes Sir," she replied cheekily. "Well you cannot continue to do it!!" I yelled loudly. This got her attention and she suddenly started and slid off the table onto her feet. No one had shouted at her like this before and she wasn't quite sure how to deal with it. "I do not accept people misbehaving in my classes like you just have Miss Ratsey. So. In order that you remember not to repeat this I am going to administer a spanking." "You can't do that Sir. Only the headmistress can s... Sir... " she stammered, a little unsure of herself. "I can, I have and I will young lady," I yelled getting up from the desk and walking round to where she stood. "Now turn around and bend over that desk there in the corner. DO IT NOW!!" As usual with young teenage girls, a figure of authority yelling instructions eventually erodes their immature sense of right and wrong and they flip back to parental compliance mode. This happened now with Annie Ratsey and, despite knowing this was wrong she obeyed my instruction and wandered over to the corner desk. "Turn around Miss Ratsey," I commanded. "Now lift your skirt up and bend over that desk." I watched, a little surprised she was being so compliant so quickly, as the teenager slowly hitched her shin length skirt up around her waist and bent over the desk. Her regulation white school uniform panties were tight on her taut little butt. Without warning I strode up beside her and planted my right hand firmly on her buttocks. "You can't do this," she started. "I can and I will," I shouted back. "Now shut up for once in your young life and take what you deserve. Now spread your legs and push your bottom up towards me." I watched as Annie Ratsey inched her legs apart and pushed her ass up and out. I started to spank her ass with my bare hand. She started at each slap but stayed quiet, in shock from what was happening to her, in her own school. Slowly I started to change the contact from a short sharp slap to a longer contact, slipping my finger between her ass cheeks and down between her thin spindly legs. I sensed her shift and almost push out towards my hand, groping for further contact. I allowed my middle finger to pause for a few seconds each stroke and exert just a little pressure. I got exactly what I wanted in return. Ratsey pushed back on my hand and moaned ever so quietly. "So Miss Ratsey," I leered. "You're beginning to enjoy your punishment I see." "Sir... sir...you... you s-shouldn't being doing this to me, I'm only... four... fourteen years old." "I know but you're enjoying it aren't you?" "Y-yes Sir but its wrong," the teenager moaned. "Ratsey, how can it be wrong if you're enjoying it so much," I whispered. As she relaxed and the shock subsided to the wave of rare sexual energy for one so young I looked down on Annie Ratsey and pondered my position. Here I was a middle aged but young at heart man, alone in a classroom at a public girls school, with a fourteen year old pupil, with her skirt up around her waist, spanking her butt with my bare hands. It couldn't get much worse with no provocation. For the first time since I'd started this abuse of the schoolgirls the thought of actually vaginally raping one of them crossed my mind. I don't know what it was about Annie, maybe it was nothing to do with her per se just the right (or wrong) moment in time. Anyway as I watched my hand working away on the teenage schoolgirl's butt I knew the time had come, fuck the risks, fuck the girls. "Ratsey," I started. "It seems to me you're enjoying this a little too much, this is supposed to be a punishment not some love-fest. This seemed to bring her round out of her reverie. She began to stand, quickly pulled her skirt down around her thighs and turned to face me. There were tears in her eyes that belied the moans of enjoyment I'd supposed I'd heard earlier, but something drove me on... "Miss Ratsey, push those desk together over there for me... that's it, good girl. Right. I want you to lie down on them on your back... " "W-what? Why! N-no you can't!" she whimpered. "Ratsey, just fucking do what you are told for once in your life." The shouting authoritarian worked his magic again as I watched the young teen pull the desks together and, as if powered by an unseen force lie down across them on her back. "Right, I want you to relax and enjoy this. Its what is meant to happen to you this evening. You obviously enjoy it so I want to make you happy, is that OK?" "I-I guess so... Sir," she whispered. "Y-you're not going to r-r... do me Sir, are you? Please don't!" "As I said just listen to what I say and enjoy the experience, you deserve it. Now, I want you to just unbutton your blouse for me, that's it. Very good, all the way down. That's it! Now open it out for me and let it flop to your sides, good girl. Does that feel good? I bet it does. Now I'm just going to get you ready down here, think happy!" I'd watched as the schoolgirl shivered and hesitantly unbuttoned her crisp white blouse. She pulled it open to expose her sad excuses for breasts flimsily covered by a sheer white teenage training bra. Nevertheless, I had a thing for flat-chested girls and the sight of her doing this spurred me on to commit my worst fantasy. I grabbed the base of the schoolgirl's long uniform skirt and hitched it up and under her hips. My hands fell across her hips and swiftly pulled her flimsy, white cotton panties down across her knees and ankles and onto the floor. I bent down, picked them up and put them into my right hand pocket... another pair for the collection. I gently placed my hands on her knees and pushed her legs apart; what greeted me made me sure my decision was correct. She really was a beautiful young girl; a little skinny on first sight but on closer inspection just right. Small little budding breasts with perky nipples, a flat washboard stomach leading over minor hip bumps to a butt worth dying for and a cunt worth cumming for... or should that be in... She appeared to have the start of a natural blonde muff that barely covered the most exquisite set of labia I had seen for many a year. Huge great lips thrust out of her vulva struggling to contain a relatively massive clitoris. This would be good. "Ratsey, stay good and still and enjoy this now," I leered as I dropped to my knees in front of the whimpering teen. Slowly I brought my face up close to the young girl's cunt. She smelled so sweetly of teen spirit I nearly came right there and then in my pants. I slipped my tongue from my mouth and started to graze her labia. She started and moved away but I'd grabbed her hips by now and pulled her back onto my insistent tongue. Soon I was working deep inside her pussy and she'd juiced up despite herself. "OK Ratsey," I murmured as I stood up in front of the sublime teen. "Do you masturbate?" "W-what?" "Do you masturbate, you know wank yourself off?" "Well... y-yes. I have done... once or twice Sir." She was putty in my hands now. Catatonic with shock and the strange yearning feelings from her sopping cunt dripping between her gangly legs. "Good, well I want to see you do it for me now. Come on Ratsey, I want to see your fingers inside yourself. Spread your pussy and finger fuck yourself!" I'd never been this rude and forceful with them in the past but I was getting too worked up over what I'd already decided to do with this one. I watched as the schoolgirl's left hand hesitantly grazed down over her stomach and felt its way between her legs. Her index finger began to slide between her labia and move ever so gently back and forth. I stepped around the desk and nonchalantly walked up to the teenager's head. "OK Ratsey, look at me and part your lips," I demanded sternly. I unzipped my trousers , slipped them to my ankles and pulled out my engorged adult cock. "Take me in your mouth Ratsey," I ordered. The fourteen year old schoolgirl looked up at me with wide, pleading blue eyes. "P-please S-Sir," she whimpered, "Don't make me do this, please." "Open your mouth girl!" Her budding lips parted as I offered the head of my engorged penis. I watched as her mouth distended unnaturally to allow the girth of the adult member to pass. I began to slide in and out slowly at first then faster. I glanced down and realized this was going to have to happen quicker than I'd ideally like. The sight beneath me made my balls ache and twitch. The scared, teenage schoolgirl lay at my waist level, her left hand rubbing her vulva absent-mindedly whilst her face was buried in my crotch, a nine inch adult's cock hilted in her mouth. It was about the only time these teenage girls were quiet I thought to myself. Never mind let's do it. I pulled out of her mouth and stepped round between her legs. "Now Annie," I started. "Just let this happen and enjoy it." I placed the tip of my cock between the youngster's labia and began to slide into her oh so tight passage. "O... o... oh no... no... NO!!" she murmured. I pushed on in feeling her passage give way and distend to a size she'd never experienced before. Soon I was hilted against her bare vulva and I began to pump her gently at first then harder and harder. Her cunt was juicing up nicely despite her confusion and soon her butt was sliding back and forth on the smooth wooden desk as I hammered my cock in and out. She just looked blankly to one side unable to comprehend she was being raped in her own school classroom. Soon I felt the familiar sensations that told me I was about to burst. Normally I'd pull out and spray their faces at this point but today was different... I pumped in one final time and felt my cock seize with convulsions. Spurt after spurt sprayed deep inside the teenager's cunt filling her with hot white seed. She moaned as her passage filled with my cum. Holding myself deep within her I pumped my last drop and slowly withdrew. "Get up Ratsey and pull yourself together," I whispered. "You're a disgrace to the school. I hope you've learnt your lesson." I watched from behind the teacher's desk as the schoolgirl slowly slipped from the desk and stood shakily to her feet. Her skirt fell back across her thighs and she drew her blouse over her chest and started to button it. Keeping her eyes down on the floor she slopped over to where she'd been sitting, picked up her school books and walked unsteadily over to the classroom door. "Miss Ratsey," I called. "Have you forgotten something?" She looked up at me, tears welling in her eyes and running down her cheeks. Standing there, no longer a virgin, she looked a sight for sore eyes. As I looked I saw a splurt of my cum drop from between her legs and land on the wooden floor, splashing slightly up onto her shoes and white socks. "M-may I g-go now S-sir... please?" she whimpered. "Get out of here, and I'll wipe that mess up for you." She pulled the door open and left. I sauntered over to the splash of seed on the floor, extracted the schoolgirl's white panties from my pocket and soaked my cum into them. A soiled pair for the collection. Chapter Eleven - In Touch With Rachel Somehow they still hadn't caught up with me and my misdemeanors with Ratsey. To fuck the poor girl in her own classroom was a little out of order but it'd felt right at the time. I think she'd stayed quiet. So far at least. Probably too humiliated to talk about it. I was back on duty in the Sanatorium one evening, fixing up some shelving for the Head. As if part of my fantasies continued a fain knock at the door. "Come in." I watched as the door slowly swung open and little Rachel Tai walked in. I knew her name because everyone knew Rachel. Despite being a diminutive little strip of a girl I guessed around thirteen or fourteen her chest was the subject of her fame. To put it bluntly she had the most enormous pair of tits for a girl of her stature and age. Not the gelatinous mounds you find with older women put pert, tight globes still to succumb to the perils of gravity. "Rachel isn't it?" I enquired. "How can I help?" "Your not the normal nurse Doctor are you?" she replied quietly. "No. No Rachel I'm not. She's on leave this evening so I'm the local locum from the town standing in for her. Can I help?" "What's a locum?" "Oh, yes, sorry, well that's the term for a Doctor who stands in on occasions for other colleagues when they're away," I lied. "Oh. I see. Well Doctor, it's a little embarrassing and I'd hoped the nurse would be here and..." "Rachel. Don't worry. I'm a Doctor. Come and sit down over here and tell me how I can help you." I watched as she sauntered gingerly over to the chair in front of desk at which I was now seated. She was a looker all right. A little oriental, hence the surname I guessed, around five and a half foot, legs like beanpoles up to her tight waist and above her huge breasts. She was dressed in school uniform, her sandals and white socks, bare legs up to her blue skirt which looked a little higher off her knee than school regulations and a crisp white blouse. No blazer on this hot summer's evening. "So Rachel," I started. "W-well Doctor. It's... it's my c- chest. It hurts when I breathe and my b-breasts ache so much... so... much it hurts me to talk. And I c-can't do anything... and... I-I.. " "Rachel," I interrupted. "Don't worry. We'll help you now. Hop up on the couch for me and let's take a look shall we." She stood and walked to the couch. She pulled herself up onto the black seat and sat there nervously with her hands to her side. "OK Rachel, just need untuck your blouse for me and undo the buttons please." I feigned looking in a drawer for something as I watched the teenage schoolgirl slowly pull her blouse out from her skirt and start to unbutton the garment. Soon I saw she was done and sitting there holding the blouse closed tight around her torso. "Good Rachel, now just slip off your blouse and place it on the bench please." I watched mesmerized as a school legend came into view. Her rippled, flat stomach first followed by the most amazing pert tits I'd ever seen on a teenager. Massive breasts held captive in a lacy, white bra. I stood to one side of her and placed the end of my stethoscope between her shoulder blades, seemed as good a place as any to begin. "Breathe in for me deeply please Rachel. Good. And out. Good. And in again. Good. Well I can't hear anything on your chest. You said your breasts had been aching?" "Y-yes." "OK. I'm just going to examine them Rachel. So I need you to take your bra off please. Don't worry now, it won't be for long but it's important I can feel and see the surface of your skin." The little schoolgirl's hands crept round her back and unclipped the bra. It fell away from its cargo with relief and the true scale of her chest became apparent. "Stand up for me Rachel and put your hands above your head please." I stood behind her and slowly placed my hands under her armpits. I began to stretch my fingers out over the base of the teenagers breasts. My hand couldn't cup them they were so fucking huge. I moved around the front and looked straight at her. She was staring off out of the window trying to detach herself from this display in front of a strange man. Her nipples were so small compared to the relative acres of flesh surrounding them. They were erect though. Perhaps this little teen was starting to enjoy this I thought. "How long have your breasts been painful Rachel?" I enquired in a professional manner. Only really for the last couple of months Doctor," she whispered. "Well I can't find anything wrong. Have you had a bra fitting recently?" "A what Doctor?" "A bra fitting Rachel. It's important for all girls but especially for girls who have large chests like you to have your bras professionally fitted. I noticed yours was tight on your breasts and it may be that that is making them painful. Are your periods regular?" I watched as she flushed at the question. Unconsciously embarrassed to be asked something that related to her pussy I guessed. "W-well no not really. Not for a while Doctor." "OK, well best we take a look down there as well while you're here. Hop back up on the couch and lay down for me please." She was mine now I saw. Her mind had accepted me as a Doctor and she'd do what I asked however uncomfortable it was making her feel. It happened every time with the young ones. Every time with the slightly older ones as well, just took a little longer. "Just hitch your skirt up a little for me Rachel and flop your knees out. That's it, good girl." Here I was again, the maintenance man in a room alone with a thirteen year old schoolgirl. Her blouse and bra lying discarded on the floor. Me standing looking up her tiny skirt at her exposed panty covered pudenda. Her lying detached staring at the ceiling. I slowly placed my hands on her inner thighs and began to slide them up towards her crotch. I slipped a couple of finger beneath the white cotton of her panties and pulled the material to one side. Practically hairless her slit greeted me with a pungent smell. Teenage girls in the evening I thought. "Stay good and still Rachel, I won't be much longer." I wanted to fuck this one but couldn't thing of an angle to get her panties off without her becoming suspicious. With regret I grazed my finger over her labia, parted it slightly and withdrew. "Good girl Rachel. All done. Now put your blouse back on." "Is... was... am I al... alright Doctor?" "Yes Rachel, you're a lovely healthy young woman. Nothing to worry about. I think your pain is simply down to your bra being too small. Leave it here with me now and that'll remind you to get another one. And Rachel, when you do get another one, make sure you get it professionally fitted. You have a lovely large chest that's going to be a great asset to you when you're a little older. Look after it. She blushed as she buttoned up her blouse. "Yes Doctor. I will. Thank you." She started for the door and as soon as she'd arrived she was gone. The memento? Lying over on the bench was the schoolgirl's discarded white bra. I picked it up and glanced at the label. 38-C cup. On a 5 foot nothing strip of a schoolgirl. No wonder they ached! END *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 35