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Author: Connard Wellingham
Title: The Girls School
Part: Chapter 03
Summary: Adam Hazel finds a new job at an exclusive girl's school where he finds
things are not quite as they seem...
Keywords: MF, Mf, FF, ff, MFf, Ff, bdsm, span, oral, cons

The Girl's School (MF Mf MFf FF ff Ff bdsm span fdom cons)
By: Connard Wellingham
Connard Wellingham 2003

This story contains what is known as 'adult content', ie sex. Why one
should be allowed to read about murder, , violence and killing but not
sex is a mystery to me - but there you go, that's the way it is. So if it is
not legal for you to read about sex where you are, or you are deemed too young
to read about sex or, you find stories about sex offensive - DO NOT READ THIS
STORY.

This story is fiction. This story is FANTASY. It is intended solely for
your amusement and enjoyment. The author would not like to mislead the more
gullible among you that the world really is as depicted here. Whether the world
would be a better place if people did behave as they do in the story is a moot
point.

This story can be freely distributed so long as;
a) neither the distributor nor the recipient make any profit from it,
b) no words are changed without the author's consent,
c) the author is credited with being the author,
d) this warning section is included,
e) acknowledgment is given to as being the original source
of the text.

The author welcomes helpful comments and can be contacted at
cwellinghamSoftHome.


Chapter 3 - Settling In (nosex)

The first few days of Adam's new job went by in a whirl of impressions and
sensations. Greenwood was unconventional in many ways. He had known that
things would be different, of course, from the beginning - but knowing it and
experiencing it were two different things. Firstly he had two subjects to cover
- the computing had, so far, not materialised and there had been no further
reference to the 'additional duties' mentioned in the letter. As this was a
boarding school, there were numerous supervisory duties, which all the staff
seemed to do as a matter of course - although, he noted with wry amusement, he
was not asked to supervise the girls' dormitories. Then, too, Anne seemed to
have organised the classes in an unusual manner. As there were only 40 girls
and five teachers altogether, conventional streaming was not practical. Still,
some of the groupings were distinctly odd. He determined to broach the topic
some time. As it was he had his hands full. His largest class had 8 girls and,
contrary to his expectations, it was proving harder to deal with 8 girls than
with 30. He retired to bed each night exhausted.

He was aware of other oddities. There seemed very little attention paid
to games and sports, something he had sort of assumed went hand-in-hand with
boarding schools. Riding seemed to be the only physical activity that was
mentioned. In fact there seemed to be very few extra-curricular activities at
all. The girls disappeared after the formal lessons and reappeared for dinner.
It was very puzzling.

As he began to find his feet and relax, he began to notice more subtle
distinctions and relationships. The grouping of the girls that he found so
arbitrary to begin with seemed to work on a level he could not fathom. There
was something about the girls that he couldn't quite put a finger on. For a
start they were all mature for their years. Even the 14-year-olds could easily
pass for 2 or 3 years older. What was more they were all extremely attractive
- not one of them could be described as 'plain'. Indeed they were downright
sexy. What is that mysterious element, that glamour, that makes a girl sexy
rather than simply attractive? Whatever it is, these girls had it in spades.
That was certainly one part of his unease - for the first time in his career, he
was aware of his pupils as females rather than teenagers. He found himself
watching them in the corridors, the enticing swing of their hips, the shifting
of their developing breasts under the white blouses; ogling them as they ran
across the school yard, young breasts bouncing.

But it was the uniforms that gave him the biggest shock. The glossy
brochure he had read had stated that the school uniform was a dark green blazer,
white shirt and charcoal grey skirt or slacks. The first two years were obliged
to wear white ankle socks and the upper school black stockings or tights. In
his mind he had sort of half assumed that the dress code would be strictly
adhered to. He had imagined they would all dress like the three who had met him
when he had come for the interview. The reality was that he had never seen such
a bewildering variety of outfits, each of which seemed designed to enhance the
charms of the wearer. Technically, yes, they were the school uniform - the
jackets, when they were worn, were dark green, the shirts white and the skirts
and slacks charcoal grey. But, beyond that, any resemblance to a uniform was
entirely accidental. He seemed to be constantly surrounded by a sea of
pulchritude. And it wasn't just the older girls, even the 2nd Form seemed
intent on making him constantly aware of their developing bodies.

However, the real problem was that he wasn't connecting with them - and
the harder he tried, the worse it became. He wasn't relating to them as he was
used to and this disturbed him for he had always taken pride in his ability to
relate to young people. All in all it was very frustrating and he began to
wonder if he had made the right decision in coming to Greenwood.

He also became aware of subtle tensions in some of the classes,
particularly with the older girls. Inevitably, being young girls in the first
flush of womanhood, they began to flirt. He was used to this and had quickly
learned, when he first started teaching, to ignore the none-too-subtle attempts
of adolescent girls. But these girls were different: it was almost it was as if
they were testing him in some strange and disturbing way. Not that they over-
reached themselves or behaved out of turn, but, somehow, they made it clear that
they were available - he only needed to say the word.

One incident, in particular, stood out. He was walking through the
grounds one evening when he heard the sounds of girlish giggles coming from a
small copse of trees. Knowing they were not supposed to be there, he went to
investigate and was brought up short by their conversation.

"... and old George is always trying to cop a feel," said one.

In your dreams," retorted another.

Yeuch! Nightmares, more like. He's such a dirty old man."

He wouldn't really try it on, would he?"

No. He just pretends. Ms Henderson had made it quite clear what would
happen if he did," said a slightly older voice.

Is that why we put on our little show? To keep old George happy?"

That's right. Ms Henderson reckons if we give him a bit of a show, he'll
be quite happy and won't bother us."
Someone giggled. "I bet he gets his thingy out and plays with himself."

The words are 'cock' and 'masturbate' - or 'wank', if you want to be
crude."

"Ugh. How disgusting."

"What? Saying 'cock' and 'wank'?"

"No, silly, the thought of dirty old George watching us and wanking."

"I don't think so. I think it's rather exciting knowing he's out there
and getting all excited watching me."

"You're a complete slut, you are."

"Now, if only it was Mr Hazel," sighed one.

"Oh, yes. He's dreamy."

"If he got his cock out and masturbated, I wouldn't mind at all."

"You'd run away and hide."

"No I wouldn't. I'd..."

"What would you do?"

"I'd ask him if he needed a hand," she retorted defiantly.

This was greeted with howls of mirth.

"Would you put out for him, Cee?" asked someone when the laughter had
subsided.

"Definitely."

"What? All the way?"

"All the way and back again. He could do whatever he liked."

"Me too," someone said dreamily.

"I think we probably all would, you know. If we were truly honest about
it."

They fell silent and Adam felt his face flaming.

"He's a bit of a wimp, though," said one at last.

"How do you mean?"

"He's not very strict - not like Miss Beech."

"Miss Beech is fierce."

"I like her."

"You would. You're her pet."

"I am not."

"Yes you are. You suck up to her all day."

"I do not."

"Girls, girls," said a soothing voice. "I think we all agree that Miss
Birch - I mean Miss Beech - is quite strict. What do you mean that Mr Hazel is
a wimp? Haven't we all just said he's a dish?"

"I mean he's really nice and all that but..."

"You want him to spank your bottom."

The girl's dissolved into giggles and Adam fled. He was both incredibly
aroused and more than a bit troubled by what he had heard. And the mystery that
seemed to envelop this school only deepened.

~~~~~~~

He was a good teacher - he knew he was a good teacher. So why was he
having so much difficulty in connecting with these girls. They weren't stupid;
far from it. They weren't insolent or badly behaved: the opposite was the case
- they were better behaved than he would have expected. So what was the
problem?

The 5th year were the worst. He had 5 students for maths - all of them
exceptionally good-looking even in a school full of attractive girls - and they
knew it. And they knew that he knew it. At first they seemed to be normal, if
somehow wise beyond their years, schoolgirls. But, as his confusion and
uncertainty increased, they gradually began to change.

It was all very subtle to begin with; a extra touch of make-up here, an
extra undone button there - and the flirting was low-key; too much eye contact,
coy looks from lowered lashes, a toss of the head, a pout. As the days went by
the flirting became more open and more brazen. They would stand too close to
him; sit and stared at him intently all lesson; lounge back in their chairs so
their breasts were clearly outlined, lifted and out-thrust in miniature bras;
they would smooth their tight school skirts down their thighs. When he
addressed them, they would slowly run their tongues over their lips before
replying or pout if he had reason to upbraid them. He was not at all happy with
this but his professional pride made him keep silent and try to ignore their
teasing. 'It's just a phase,' he told himself. 'If I ignore it they'll get
tired of it and stop.' But it was hard to ignore and it began to affect him.
He started to have erotic dreams which disturbed his sleep.

The more he tried to ignore it the worse it got. The other classes
started, moving gradually down the school to the 4th, 3rd and even a few of the
junior girls. And the provocative behaviour of the upper classes got more
blatant. They started wearing stockings, rather than tights. With their skirts
being so tight, the presence or absence of suspenders underneath was obvious.
They wore more make-up and shoes with higher heels. They stopped wearing bras
altogether. They would sit with their legs apart so he could see their crotches
- which were covered by a variety of attractive and revealing underwear.
Physics was the worst as they had to move around and he had to come close to
them to check their experiments. When bending to a low cupboard, for example,
they would do it with straight legs so their skirts would pull tight over their
bottoms, revealing the outline of suspenders and lacy panties. They would reach
up to high shelves on tiptoe with outstretched arms, preferably with the light
behind them so their breasts were silhouetted, high and firm. When he bent to
check an experiment, his eyes would meet an indecent amount of cleavage.

He became distracted and found his normal fluid teaching style was
disrupted. The vision of these nubile teenagers displaying themselves so
wantonly began to haunt his waking hours as well as his dreams. He would
imagine the girls in obscenely erotic circumstances. His genitals became
unusually sensitive and painful, and he began to get erections at inappropriate
moments. He found himself masturbating more and more frequently. His
imaginings shifted to include the younger girls. Even the 1st and 2nd years
made frequent appearances in his lust-filled nights. He was deeply ashamed of
himself; of this sudden craving for young girls, of this breakdown of his
professional attitude, of his inability to make real contact with his students,
of his utter frustration. Never before had he been so intensely affected by the
students he taught - and so utterly unable to cope. He began to both dread and
eagerly anticipate his classes. He regretted coming to this godforsaken place
and seriously wondered if he should resign.

The final straw came when Felicia Romiss bent over to reveal the round,
naked cheeks of her bottom and he realised, with absolute shock, that she was
wearing a thong. What made it worse was that Felicia had the most perfect,
rounded bottom he had ever seen and was a frequent visitor in his erotic
fantasies. He decided enough was enough and went to consult the Principal.

"What can I do for you, Adam. Everything all right?"

"Actually, I've a slight problem that I'd like your advice about."

"I did wonder. I've noticed you've been a bit, shall I say, distracted
recently and looking distinctly out of sorts."

Adam looked surprised. "To be honest, I've not been sleeping well. That's
part of the problem I wanted to discuss with you."

Anne smiled at him encouragingly and he wished, for an instant, that she
was not so stunningly beautiful.

"It's a bit, er, delicate - and I'd like to approach it in a roundabout
sort of way, if you wouldn't mind," he began, tentatively, looking down at his
feet.

Anne looked slightly puzzled but indicated he should continue.

"The girls are expected to keep the school dress code at all times?"

"Yes, you know that."

"I'm just trying to establish the groundwork. Please bear with me for a
moment. How much variation is acceptable?"

"In what sense? "

"I mean other than the regulation blouse and skirt and jacket. Shoes, for
example. Or make-up. Or stockings. Or underwear," he blurted out.

"Well," said Anne, looking at him speculatively. "We don't have any hard
and fast rules but ... look, Adam, perhaps you should just come right out and
tell me what the problem is. I've probably heard a similar one before." She
smiled.

Adam took a deep breath. "Well, it may be me. Perhaps I'm not coping
with this all-girl environment. I know this sounds silly and a bit paranoid
but, recently, I believe that a number of girls have started to flaunt
themselves at me. Trying to provoke me - or distract me. And the fact is -
they're succeeding!"

"Hmm. You'd better give me some details."

So Adam told her about the stockings and the make-up and the high-heeled
shoes and the panties and the lack of bras and the looks and touches.

When he had finished Anne sat back thoughtfully.

"And this is putting you off?"

"I'm afraid it is. I'm a healthy, heterosexual male and they are very
attractive young ladies. And it's not fair on the others if I'm constantly
being distracted by a flash of stocking-top."

"What you need is a girl friend," Anne said smiling.

Adam flushed and opened his mouth to protest but she leaned over and
patted his hand.

"No, sorry. Joke in poor taste. I agree that this behaviour is
unacceptable in class. You've done the right thing in ignoring it as far as
possible and consulting me. What are we going to do about it? Who are the
worst offenders?"

"Well, there are about 5 altogether but Melanie Harden, Veronica Spelling
and Felicia Romiss are the most blatant."

Anne laughed. "Funnily enough, you do not surprise me. I could probably
have named them myself. They're minxes. The ringleaders in any trouble." She
looked at him speculatively. "In these circumstances - once a problem has been
brought to me and I've agreed - there would normally be a punishment session.
And, as the complainant, you will have to administer it."

Adam sat back in shock. "But ..... "

"No 'buts'," said Anne firmly. "You know our policy and, if I remember
your words at your interview, you said you would carry out school policy."

"Surely there's some other way."

Anne shrugged. "Then you would have already solved the problem and you
wouldn't be here, now. We'll make it after tea tonight. Here."

Adam struggled with his conscience for a few moments. He did not really
believe in corporal punishment but he had agreed to it and he did have a
problem.

He sighed resignedly. "OK, Anne. As you say, it's school policy and I
agreed to it. But I still don't like it. What time?"

"7 o'clock. Be here about 15 minutes beforehand, please."

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Tuesday, July 27, 2004

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Me & Stacey 4

Saturday afternoon Jenny and I did some studying, well any way I did,
while Mom went to the mall to do some shopping. "Jules come here and look
at this", said Jenny. I went over to her computer, "Jesus, Jen can't you
stay away from these sites!" I said. She was on a lesbian porn site, which
had sex toys for girls. "Jules, I was asked Mom to buy us two of these
small vibrators, see it says you can put the thing in you without anyone
knowing it is in your pussy, it's got a small control that you can adjust
the speed with and it fits nicely in your panties and be horny all day",
she said. "What did she say when you asked her?, she just gave me one of
her funny looks and ignored my question".

"You know Jen, you are such a horny little moo and all this talk has
made me horny as well", I said. We continued looking on the site and Jenny
found a few more interesting looking toys for girls, like strap on cocks,
double dildoes, Jenny knew exactly what each one was for and what it did
and I got the running commentary as we looked at each one. She had
obviously visited these sites before.

I was standing behind Jenny and while she was looking at the pictures I
was playing with her boobs and caressing her nipples which had become quite
hard from the attention that they were receiving. I bent down and started
running my tongue up and down her neck, biting her softly with my teeth,
then running my tongue into and around her ear. "Oooohhh", she gasped as I
nibbled her earlobe. I continued licking and nibbling her earlobes and
playing with her nipples. "Oooo aaaahh Jules that's nice, aaahhhh Jules,
mmmmm", she moaned.

Looking down I saw that she had slipped her hand into her panties and
was rubbing her pussy and little button. I could here the squishy noises
coming from her wet little pussy as she rubbed her hand up and down the
outside of her pussy and occasionally pushing a finger into her pussy.
"Aaahhh aaaahhh mmmmmnnnnggg Jules, Ooooooo Jules", moaned Jenny. I could
see that she was close as her back was arching and she was pushing her
pussy out. I leaned right over her and pressed hard onto her hand so she
had pressure on her button as she came to a shuddering orgasm.

As I straightened up, we locked mouths and she brought her hand up to my
mouth so I could lick her juices off her fingers. "Jenny, you taste so
nice my babes", I said. "Jules that was lovely, now I want to eat you, lay
down on the bed". I went over to the bed and lay down and spread my legs.
Jenny did not waste anytime and started licking my pussy. "Jen, Julie I'm
home", shouted Mom from the lounge. "Shit, shit, I'm so horny" I said.
Jenny and jumped up and said "come Jules we had better go and say hello".

"Hi Mom", we said, "How was the shopping, did you get us any thing
special", said Jenny. "First, I need some tea, Jules would you make for
us, then we can go up to the room and the two of you can model for me",
said Mom. Jenny and I both said at the same time "Model! Yes model", said
Mom. As soon as I had made the tea we went down the passage to Moms room.

"Right, girls you can strip down and put these on", said Mom. Jenny and
I stripped down and when we were naked, we were each handed a packet and on
checking the contents we saw that there were matching underwear from
Victoria's Secret. Mine were very lacy, pale blue in colour totally
transparent see through bra and a G-string. Jenny had the same style but
hers were white. We put our underwear on and paraded up and down the
bedroom getting more lewd as we went on, bending down in front of Mom and
each other, stopping in front of each other and rubbing our bodies against
each other. It felt really good. I could see Jenny's nipples were really
hard and sticking through her bra, which definitely meant, that she was
getting really horny.

"Ok girls you can play with each other later. Her are your dresses for
this evening", said Mom. "THIS Evening", we chimed. "Yes we are going out
for dinner, the three of us", said Mom. She had bought both of us new
dresses red and pale blue to match our underwear. Both dresses were body
hugging. We put the dresses on and I must say we both looked very sexy and
Mom said so. She had hiked her skirt up and was rubbing her pussy, so our
cavorting and modelling had managed to get her horny as well.

"Girls, off with the dresses and underwear, I don't want you two leaving
wet spots on the dresses", said Mom. "Mom, I'm not that horny", said
Jenny. "Yes you are young lady, your pants have a small wet spot already".
I looked across at Jen and yes there was a wet spot and started laughing.
"What are you laughing at Jules, you are same you little hussy", said Mom.

"I have something else for the two of you and seeing that you are both
nice and wet, you can both come and kneel in front of me, I have the last
part of your evenings attire. You're not to look", said Mom. We knelt
down in front of Mom as she had asked us. I felt her finger run up and
down my pussy and then the finger went in and out a few times. "Aaahhh
mmmmm", I sighed. Jen looked across questioningly at me. I shook my head.
I then felt something being gently pushed into my pussy then there was a
pause, then there was more pushing and another object entered my pussy,
followed by another. I did not really know what it was and looked down
between my legs and saw a cord hanging out of my pussy.

"Ahhhh mmmnnngg, Mom" moaned Jenny as mom inserted the object into her
pussy. I saw the cords moving and suddenly there was a soft buzzing noise
and vibrating. I culd feel it right up to my tummy. "Ok, girls, you can
stand up", said Mom. Hanging out of our pussies were these cords, with a
tiny little flat box on the end with a switch. "These girls and vibrating
balls and from the time we leave the house tonight, you will switch them on
and they will only be turned off when you get home. Jenny is this what you
have been asking me to buy? Tonight is going to be fun", said Mom.

We both went across to where Mom was standing and gave her a joint hug
and kiss. "So Mom you must have bought something for yourself", I asked?
"Yes, I will model for you now", said Mom. Mom removed her skirt, top and
bra. "Mom, your pants are wet, did Jules and I turn you on, when we were
playing and modelling", said Jen. Mom had a large wet spot in the crotch
of her panties.

We sat there on the bed with the balls humming away in our pussies,
waiting for Mom to come out of her dressing room. I leant over to Jen and
trailed my finger up the out side of her pussy lips. She was dripping wet.
"Jen, feel down there, your juice is running out of your pussy", I said.
Jen leant over and put her finger at the opening of my pussy and pushed in
up next to the cord. She wiggled her finger around inside my pussy and I
lay back resting on my arms to give her better access. "Jules, my babes,
the balls are floating around your pussy in pure juice. I don't know why
but the vibrating in our pussies just makes us so horny and I have never
felt anything like this", she said. "Me too", I said.

Jen took her finger out of my pussy and sucked on it very sexily. I
leant over to her and pushed my tongue into her mouth to taste myself.
"Ladies!" said Mom. We both sat up and stared open mouthed at this really
and I mean really sexy person in the doorway. Our eyes travelled up and
down her body. I look at Jen and said, "Mom, you look really sexy". Jen's
mouth was still open.

Mom had on sheer white lacy matching underwear and the pants were those
French type, the bra was push up that pushed her boobs out and made them
look even bigger. "Mom! You have shaved your pussy hairs", said Jen. "Oh
Mom!" I said. Mom walked up and down the room doing these model turns. I
looked across at Jen and she could not take her eyes off her Mom. "You
like, ladies?" said Mom. "Very, very sexy", said Jen. "Good enough to
eat", I said.

"Jesus, Jen I cant take this anymore, I can feel myself cumming.
Ahhhhhh mmmmmmmmnnnnggggg". I whimpered. I was rubbing my clitty for all
I was worth and looked up and saw mom watching me, just before I collapsed
back on the bed, with the balls humming away in my pussy. My body felt
like it was on fire, especially around my pussy. "Jen, please switch that
thing off", I said. Jen leaned over any turned the switch off. I could
not move and my body felt totally numb.

Mom came over to Jen and knelt down in front of her, and started licking
her pussy. I raised myself up and watched Mom. Her tongue was flicking
away at Jen's clitty and saw that she had pushed a finger into Jen's pussy
that she was pushing in and out. "Oooohhhh Mom aaaaaaaaaahhhhh mmmmmmm
nnnnn, Mom ahhhmmmnnnnggg, I'm cumming oh mom, oh mom, finger my pussy oh
mom aaahhhhh Mom", moaned Jen. Jen suddenly stiffened and went still.

"Ok ladies, time to bath and get ready for dinner tonight, see you in a
hour in the lounge".

To be continued....

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