Mary had not noticed. She really had not noticed! The girls looked at each other in delight. Mary had not noticed the change. The girls certainly had. It had been seamless but now, instead of the black strap-on dildo with its splayed edged helmet all moulded in plastic, a real penis ploughed back and forth in Mary’s vagina. Not a simulacrum but the real thing, a penis that could spurt real semen — real fertile semen.
The girls squirmed in delight, their fingers even busier between their thighs. The excitement, the erotic excitement of it; they might even be witnessing a conception. It was possible — it was a risk. Not their risk but Mary’s. Back and forth went the long and so real flesh staff. Mary unaware, was staring ahead, eyes wide as her orgasm built. Lovely Mary with her virginal white skin and peaches and cream complexion; tall Mary, overbearing Mary, bossy Mary. They had done it — or Edwina had — the switch had been made. How long would it or could it be until Mary noticed? The girls had agreed it should not be short, not a quick in and out but could they make the full five minutes?
It had been a complicated process to get Mary to where she was now. It had not been easy persuading little Clarie. She was not into the girl scene; but she was the bait, the little fish to catch the big one — Mary. Edwina knew how keen Mary was on the petite girl. Knew she lusted after her.
The five minutes were up. The girls had almost won. Little demonstrative gestures of triumph. They were not quite there yet. But now the real penis had to be removed and replaced without Mary noticing. A second changeover.
Edwina motioned for Michael to step back. The long and very black — and very wet real erection slid out from Mary. The girls stared at its end, an anxious moment. Had Michael come, had his knob exuded? It seemed not, or not anyway a full load of cream. There might have been some exudation. Some risk that Mary had been inseminated, some spermatozoa might be swimming within her vagina, seeking an ovum.
“No, don’t pull out Cynthia, keep fucking me. I’m almost there. Please.” Michael looked quizzically at Edwina, raising his eyebrows in question. Edwina’s head shake definite. No more. Michael must be denied. Mary’s hands were scrabbling behind, reaching for the supposed girl with the strap-on dildo. The girl Mary thought had been fucking her for the last five minutes. She did not see the tall young man with the erection being hurriedly ushered out. Girls’ fingers reaching to touch his hard cock as if for luck. A cock so upright and glistening with Mary’s wetness. His reward would come later — yes, he would come, his semen would exude, his pleasure would be intense. It would be his choice where he made his deposit — anywhere or in anywhere but Mary.
Tall Cynthia, her long hair tied back, her nipples hard points on her small breasts, reached for Mary’s buttocks and drove the long black strapless dildo back into Mary — balls deep, well, had the dildo possessed balls. It did not but Michael certainly had — two big ones! And it seemed as if they had come close to unloading. Cynthia resumed her pounding of Mary, acting the man. She was, after all, tall and strong, chosen because she and Michael were not dissimilar in build.
Lovely, haughty, just so lesbian and man hating Mary. Contemptuous of men, absurdly feminist and proud of never so much having touched a penis let alone been fucked (or rather ‘fucking a man’ as she hated the idea woman are fucked and men do the fucking) Mary had now been fucked by a man, a young man of impeccable maleness, a man with not a hint of the androgynous about him, a man of virility and proud, yes, upstanding and erect masculinity had pummelled her from the rear and she had not noticed. Was unaware, completely unaware, her vagina had hosted a large black cock, not plastic, wood or glass but real flesh and blood for five whole minutes. Had, very likely, been close to being inseminated.
What if Mary had noticed? The shock, the delicious perhaps ‘popping’ sound as she had angrily pulled from Michael. The look on her face as she stared at Michael standing there naked, his beautiful strong muscular body shining with perspiration and that so big cock of his upright and coffee knobbed, perfectly flared and with that intriguing dimple where the semen came out. She would have been just so angry. Incandescent with rage. That might yet happen. Had Edwina not got photographs — photographs which should so clearly show Mary with a penis inside her. Photographs, moreover, movie film taken so there could be no doubt the incident was real not faked — no question the man had been there and inside, not placed by photographic manipulation replacing Cynthia and her strap-on.
But now there, naked and still bent over the polished wood of the table, was Mary, arms outstretched along its surface, fingers opening and closing, lost in pleasure. Stretched out with her long legs so apart, her beautiful rounded bottom so very there as Cynthia fucked, the black strap-on dildo — so appropriately black — disappearing and appearing from her wet hole. Possibly an undignified position. Certainly, Mary had waxed long and lyrical about the positions of sexual intercourse — not that she would ever permit a man… Had talked about how degrading it was for women to adopt a subservient position; being fucked from behind like an animal being about the worst — had decried the use of the word ‘mounted’; had not found much good to say about ‘missionary’ — again the so awful, so wrong way that men penetrated and women accepted; how women received the semen offered or given by men; and as for kneeling and sucking a cock… Mary was incandescent at the image of subservience; the image of a women kneeling, any woman, to accept a man’s cum in her mouth. And swallowing — urgh!
The girls had become fed up, annoyed even, at Mary’s constant degradation of men. They had undoubtedly enjoyed the lesbian sex, given their circumstance of being mostly locked away from male company. But actually, despite Mary’s lecturing, that was what they really wanted. Male company — naked male company.
‘Teaching Mary a lesson’ had become a favourite theme of conversation when she was not around. They would like, really, to have her tied up and introduced a man into the room — or men. The thought of Mary being held down kneeling — by the girls — and them introducing a cock into her mouth, greatly pleased them. No way she would suck but if kept open by force it was not beyond the girls’ ability with their soft and delicate feminine fingers to stroke the man’s penis into doing what men did and in Mary’s mouth. She would have to swallow. A man’s cum in her stomach. That idea very much pleased the girls.
Forced fellatio not easy and they were, in truth, rather scared of their somewhat self-appointed leader. The idea of going, perhaps one stage further, developed over a few weeks. Mary to be fucked, not forcibly but willingly, only not realising what was happening at all. Not realising the cock inside her was real. There was a lot of discussion about whether she should be inseminated. Would she notice it spurting in her vagina before being replaced by plastic? It was more exciting, more revengeful to have Mary inseminated but the girls did not want to go so far as to run the risk of forcing a child upon her. Knowing Mary had been fucked for real when she pontificated on the awfulness of men — and their penises — was one thing. Conception was going a bit too far. But equally they did not want a condom clad penis. They wanted the cock to touch Mary intimately.
Girls as a group can be cruel. Revenge is a dish best served cold. Revenge upon overbearing Mary and a delicious pleasure in all the girls knowing Mary had been fucked for real — everyone except Mary, that is.
Would she ever know? Would she be told, or would one of the photographs just be left very deliberately between the pages of her diary when she left the school? Mary parted for ever from all her school friends, those she had dominated for so long, off to college and pastures new and then to see that — the incredible photograph. It was a delicious thought. Mary back at home, unpacking her diary to write up the day and… the photograph falling out. Undoubtedly herself, no way it could be faked, she remembering the event when she had so enjoyed little Clarie but, but — how?. There in colour, her own face newly arisen, face and lips wet from Clarie’s long desired sex, but behind her that boy, Michael, naked and with his… urgh!… penis just withdrawn or undoubtedly within her body — in her virgin vagina. Behind him the grinning girls and Cynthia with the black strap-on dildo, waiting.
The girls imagined the look of shock and horror on her face, the look of disgust, the feeling of crushing defeat as the realisation came to her she had been ‘taken’ by a man; that she had been tricked by the other girls. Girls she had held in contempt, conscious of, or believing in, her own superiority. They enjoyed the thought, giggled and nudged each other when Mary was not around.
Michael had waited afterwards, had been hidden in another room. Had been ushered out and left to wait for his just reward for his part in the subterfuge. He sat quietly waiting, naked on a chair in the darkened room, his penis wilting. In many ways it might be thought he had had reward enough already. A five minute bout with such a lovely tall and naked girl; the pleasure of being stark naked with so many schoolgirls looking at him; being able to exhibit his fine erection to girls, push it into Mary and, indeed, seeing Cynthia with a strap-on, mock-cock, pulling it from Mary and motioning him to replace her. He and his friends often fantasised about what the girls did in their school up the road. They very much enjoyed the thought of lesbianism but only he had ever seen naked girls having sexual relations together. A lot of young semen would be spilt when he recounted the events of the night to his friends.
The waiting in the darkened room would not form much of the story. His earlier waiting in that very room might well feature quite a bit. Brought secretly down the long corridors from the ground floor open window that had been his entry and meeting point with Fiona. Just being hand in hand with the girl had been a pleasure. Fiona’s soft hand in his as she guided him down unfamiliar and unlit passages and into that small room, more a store cupboard really. In the adjoining room the ‘festivities’ already under way. Mary’s voice clear and, Michael thought, rather bossy. “Undress,” Fiona had hissed in his ear.
Michael might have appeared the self-assured young man his height and general demeanour suggested but the reality he was not used to girls. Not at all used to them, having no sisters and having spent his formative years and, indeed, now his final year at an all-male school. So much about women was theoretical. He was as much a virgin as Mary — only whereas she wished to stay that way as regards men, his desire was anything but to remain a virgin. He had not been alone in a room with a girl before, if the school nurse did not count, and had most certainly not been naked in a room with a girl — again if the school nurse did not count.
An utterly CFNM experience, if Michael had even known the term. He did as he was told, as if in his school changing room or the ‘dorm’ or with the school nurse. He was very used to being naked with the other boys; even in the Sixth Form the boys still swum naked in the school’s swimming bath. Mr. Henderson, the PE teacher and classicist, was very keen on that. He was not used to undressing with a schoolgirl beside him in pleated skirt and tie, almost tapping her foot on the wooden floor, still less standing naked with her fully dressed. Obvious she was not indifferent to his male body, her eyes staring at his hanging cock and balls.
“I’ve…I’ve been told to make you ready, if you’re not and you’re not – are you?”
Nervousness at the whole situation and a wise emptying of his seminal vesicles less than an hour ago in the showers, meant his usually ready erection was not so forthcoming.
Fiona had been instructed. Cynthia with a rare knowledge of men — or at least one boy that she had met on a foreign holiday and played games with in the sand dunes behind the beach and elsewhere without her parents’ knowledge — had instructed Fiona.
“I’m to… ready you. I’m to do whatever it takes.” Slowly Fiona descended to her knees, her eyes on Michael’s cock the whole way down. Would it really get big if she put it in her mouth? Cynthia had assured her it would. ‘Suck it and see.’ Did her clit not harden or her nipples when in one of the girls’ mouths? They did, it did!
The sight of Fiona dropping slowly to her knees with her face and importantly her mouth so close to his penis, did actually have the desired effect. Soft feminine lips coming forward met hardening male penis coming up. Nervous, inexperienced but inquisitive Fiona was not going to miss the chance of sucking a cock when it was presented to her!
She had been instructed not to suck too much, but it was difficult not to keep sucking once started. Lovely! Fiona had risen though, her lips so reluctant to leave the cock and they had just stood there, Fiona’s hand upon his erection, waiting for him to be summoned; for her to push Michael so he walked through the suddenly opened doorway, into a room full of girls; tall, handsome, naked and proudly erect. An experience of a lifetime. She began to stroke Michael’s upright penis, feeling how the mobile skin of his foreskin moved. Just gently, just a little fingering. A little exploring by touch. ‘Keep it ready,’ Cynthia had said. She was very happy to do that.
It had been wonderful for Michael, when summoned, standing for a moment just staring at everyone in the other room. Many girls without any clothing, the remarkable sight of Cynthia, one of only two of the girls he had met when the strange meeting had been arranged, now naked and rather peculiarly sporting a penis. It was not, though, one that would have fooled him and his friends in the school showers for very long. Too smooth, too plastic looking — no foreskin, no pee hole! And, of course, it was held on by straps.
He saw it withdrawn from Mary, a girl he had not met. The object of his being there. He could hardly believe what he was seeing. Her feminine, round — yes delectable — bottom centre stage; the girl stretched out upon a polished table, legs spread and feet on the floor. But not alone. An equally naked, rather small girl, lying on the table, her breasts hidden within Mary’s hands and with Mary’s face equally hidden between her soft pink thighs. Little Clarie’s round eyes staring back at him. Was that what women really did to each other — or men to women? Michael’s penis twitched. A collective gasp around the room. Did the girls really pleasure each other like that? Well, he supposed if… sometimes things happened in the showers and in the dorm. at night back at his school. There were hormones at play, penises got hard very easily.
Michael had been encouraged, hurried forward between Mary’s spread legs. The transition from virgin to non-virgin happening almost instantly. Instinct had taken over. Michael had just pushed and found it so easy. The way had been well prepared by Cynthia. Mary did not notice the switch, just the very temporary withdrawal. Michael had been told, once in, to take it slowly, the pace regulated by Cynthia’s hand to his left buttock. She knew the pace she had been using. Mary should not notice the change. She did not.
Five wonderful minutes of girl fucking. So hot, so wet, so… Michael had stared and stared at his own penis disappearing and reappearing in this girl’s so fascinating sex; her rounded bottom there and her exposed bottom hole – and then as suddenly as it had started it had stopped and he had been hurried from the room.
Within the meeting room, the joining room, the senior girls’ common room; the room where they met under Mary’s direction for all sorts of sexual play — amongst girls — Cynthia had pushed her strap-on straight back into Mary. The plastic cock replacing the real one. Blacker and less flexible but as warm. It had been heated by the earlier mock fuck before Michael had been introduced into the room. She had kept it warm with her hands whilst his real penis, so twitching at the scent of aroused girls, had, been introduced into Mary and done the job of the dildo.
Mary came delightfully, how could she not with the perfect combination of Cynthia fucking her with the strap-on, so filling and hard, Cynthia’s fingers stroking her clit and her own face buried in the so fragrant and unspoilt cunny of little Clarie. It had taken some time to get the little reserved girl to open her legs, but at last Clarie had succumbed to her as she knew she would. Who needed men with all these lovely girls around?
“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t?” giggled Mary leaving the girls to play on. She had homework to do, much as she would have liked to have stayed and fucked Clarie with the strap-on. Perhaps tomorrow. Perhaps take it in turns to strap themselves up. Who needed men when you had an ever hard plastic dildo to share?
The girls were certainly going to play on, but not as Mary envisaged. Their excitement coming from the thought of more fun with — a boy. They had watched spellbound the fucking of Mary by Michael, their pleasure at getting their own back on Mary was equalled by the excitement of seeing — a boy. A boy utterly naked and with his thing so big and hard and upright. A big black boy with a big black cock and swinging big black balls!
One girl was sent to make sure Mary had really gone, and then Michael was brought out again. He had been sitting quietly in a darkened room but now he was brought back into the light. Naked and so different from the girls in the room. Girls clothed, girls half clothed and naked girls. His eyes took them all in. Little Clarie, sitting there with her little breasts and pink nipples, and just visible girl slit between her thighs; Fiona who had sucked him earlier standing with a beaming and slightly smug smile — she had intimate knowledge of his cock, almost as much as Mary, but much, much more willingly; Edwina who had directed the whole scene; and Cynthia, still wearing that strap-on that mirrored his own cock — or would if his was hard.
It was not soft for long. How could it be with all that girl flesh around him; how could it be with the promise of his reward; only the adjusting to the harsh, bright light slowed his tumescence. Once comfortable, it happened and the act was not missed by one single pair of female eyes in the room. A textbook erection. The softness seeming to expand, the thing moving to one side and then growing as it raised itself up in the air; thickening, lengthening and then the foreskin peeling back exposing the smooth, rounded, purposeful end; and there was not one girl in the room who did not think about that pushing aside her folds and opening her sexual entrance. It had been in Mary. Might it not go into theirs? Only Cynthia knew what that was like.
‘Magnificent,’ ‘Monumental,’ a pillar — a cock! Thoughts in their feminine heads. It did stand very well. And, of course, it was all so different from their own bodies. Michael’s male body was harder and less rounded; ridiculous little nipples certainly but that organ — that extending and so large organ! That black basalt organ, that ebony cock, that not plastic at all dark flesh dildo. Would it really go inside their bodies if, if, if…
And how to describe to his friends later back at his own dormitory later that evening how he felt? The feeling of standing there so naked and exposed in front of all those girls. Each of his friends in the dorm wondering how they would have felt, relishing the thought and idea. An awkwardness but a delight in showing off his manhood to such an appreciative audience.
“I was so hard. And they clapped,” he said, “they really clapped. They applauded my cock.”
And how many men can say that of their penises?
Lovely to see all those girls, but would not those girls have loved to see the scene in the male dorm? All of Michael’s friends listening with rapt attention and every man jack of them’s penis rising out of his pyjama fly. A considerable variety of young and strong male members. What of the other way around? A single and naked girl in the dorm. They would all have shown their appreciation. Would have offered her so much spunk! What would that have been like for the girl, spunk coming at her from all directions, more penises than she could count.
Michael had rather expected to choose one girl and be sucked or even copulate with her. But, perhaps unsurprisingly, every girl wanted ‘a go’ or at least ‘a feel.’ Perhaps, or probably, far too many interested girls for a single young man. The ratio way out of kilter. Only one, or possibly two, could do the spunking. He was asked to walk around all the girls, let them touch in turn, spend a little while with each — but not spend yet.
Telling his friends, later, how he walked from one seated girl to the next. Some naked, some half clothed, others fully clothed, but always the hands, the small, feminine hands reaching out for him. The encircling, the moving of his foreskin, the staring and fascinated eyes, the girl’s other hand carefully touching, weighing and fondling his balls. Many had squeezed, not a few had compared the thickness of their forearm to him. Several had touched the very end with their forefinger. Not a few had found a sticky connection remained as they pulled the finger away — a strand of maleness between finger and penis. All had finished their turn by pulling back his skin, fully exposing the head, taut fraenum and all clearly wondering what it would be like to suck.
Edwina cautioned the girls. None were to suck. None were to steal Michael’s cum. They were all to enjoy its coming. It was not to be hidden inside a mouth; all should know when it happened.
Cynthia, not to be outdone made a second caution when little Clairie seemed about to lick. There was a conflict in potential there. Edwina and Cynthia clearly vying to take Mary’s place as top girl — head girl. Things would be different under either of their rule
Mary, certainly lovelier but so lesbian and man hating. Neither Edwina nor Cynthia possessing her dislike and contempt for men. Things would be different with Mary gone. Very different. The now opened channel of communication with the boys’ school would be widened and down that channel maleness would flow into the girls’ school. Real not plastic cocks would enter the girls’ channels and semen would flow down narrow male channels perhaps onto the girls, maybe reaching their stomachs. Maybe boys would be dressed just in condoms. There would be meetings after dark. Maybe in the woods on a hot summer evening, maybe in the sixth form common room, maybe in the senior boys’ dorm — maybe the gym. The thought of exercises with naked boys so pleasing. Climbing of ropes, vaulting, running — yes, press ups, with boy on girl!
Michael had made the rounds, his penis still hard, still upright. A young man naked and erect in a room of girls. He had held out well. He had been much fondled.
“Your reward, Michael, you’ve done what we asked — been such a good sport. You want to come I’m sure…”
The young man nodded at Edwina. His balls were beginning to ache. He did need to expel semen, even though he had done just that in the showers earlier.
“I said if you played your part you could come wherever you liked and in whom you liked. Who or where is it to be?”
Cynthia, asserting herself, took advantage of she alone having had prior knowledge of men, “My friends here haven’t seen a man cum, I think they’d all like to see. It is rather good.” she said, looking at Edwina meaningfully and then back at Michael. “I know you’d rather cum in one of our mouths or cunnies but, would you mind, being rather more… could you give them a demonstration. Another time…”
Michael liked the sound of ‘another time.’ He even mentioned that later to his friends back in his own dorm. His friends sitting there with their penises as hard as his had been in the presence of all those girls. And whilst they did not have the benefit, as Michael had done, of feminine hands upon their cocks, their own certainly were. A dorm full of masturbating boys. Michael had wondered out loud to them what ‘another time’ had meant and whether one or more of his friends might come too. There was vigorous nodding of heads. Cocks raised in agreement. The emphasis, indeed, on ‘come’!
A disappointment to have Michael’s thoughts of fucking a girl to a finish potentially dashed. He had fucked Mary, certainly, but not completed the fuck. Most definitely not. That had not been permitted. Was there a compromise where he could at least fuck for a second time? A fuck and a withdrawal at the critical point, perhaps?
“It is important,” he said, addressing the girls feeling a little like a male teacher giving a class of girls a sex education lesson (though how often would that happen with the teacher naked and sporting his demonstration penis in its upright state?). “Important for pleasure, for the penis, my cock, to be stroked as it comes. Critical at that very time. It’d be nice enough just to spurt but best if it is sliding within a girl’s… vagina (not an easy word to say even in a room of mostly naked girls), mouth or, a bit of a second best, the skin being slid up and down by a girl’s hand as it ejaculates.” The reality, of course, he had never come like that — in a vagina, girl’s mouth or by a girl’s hand. It had all been his own work, but he knew he liked to stroke whilst he came.
Around him a sharp intake of breath on the word, ‘ejaculates.’
He looked at Edwina, “Can I do it properly, pull out and one of you stroke me as I come?”
The answer was of course ‘yes,’ no shortage of volunteers. But whose vagina and whose hand?
“Who is it to be?” Edwina’s look was keen. Of course she wanted it to be her. It would even things, somewhat, with Cynthia and Cynthia’s limited but real experience. It was obvious to Michael all the girls were hoping it would be them. A risk of upset, of noses out of joint. He had to be careful. He liked the idea of ‘another time.’
“I’ll spin around with my eyes closed and point.”
Even that was fun. Whirling around, several times, in the centre of a group of girls with his eyes closed and knowing the girls’ eyes would all be on his whirling cock, and then suddenly stopping and pointing.
It was Edwina. Had he cheated? Had his eyes not been truly shut? Had he made the diplomatic choice with all the appearance of having been scrupulously fair?
“Could Fiona assist?” He had liked Fiona, the way she had prepared him for Mary. The way she had sucked his penis. He would quite have liked Clarie as well. Actually, any of the girls!
What an excitement for Edwina. Many of the girls had gone down on her, had had a close up view between her legs. Things like that might have happened anyway, but with Mary in the lead that sort of thing had happened a great deal. Edwina too had been between Mary’s thighs, had sucked on her soft flesh, had poked her tongue into the head girl to say nothing of having sucked her breasts and exchanged tongues whilst grinding pubic bones together. But all the girls watched as Edwina lay down and readied herself, opening her legs for the young man; all the girls saw her sex, her open flower ready to receive Michael’s cock; excited by what they would see – the connection.
Later in the dorm, the boys listened with rapt attention as he had described the sight and his feelings. There had been a groan from Thompson as he had overdone his wank, but no one looked to see his spurting, their attention was all upon Michael.
“So open, so wet, so pink and inviting. Her hole just there — and my cock sticking out towards it.”
He had slowly settled himself upon the girl. All quite different from his copulation with Mary. Then only his penis had made contact — intimate and internal contact — but with Edwina it was full on body contact, his hands upon her breasts, for a time, his lips upon her nipples for a time and then body to body — head-to-head, breast to breast, tummy to tummy, thigh to thigh and, of course, his organ hanging poised between her thighs.
“Fiona,” Michael said, “When I pull out I need you to grab and stroke, not fast, not slow, a steady pace until I’m done — please.
“Shall I practise?”
A practice wank. What an idea! But she did and the pace was just right.
“Yes! Put me in.” The idea wonderful, the idea of a second girl at a copulation, there to put the penis in the vagina. The girls, later, were much taken with the idea. They nicknamed Fiona ‘the handmaiden’ and the nickname stuck. The teachers wondering why Fiona was suddenly referred to as ‘Handy.’ The boys back in their dorm certainly wanking the harder because of it. Too hard for Atkinson — a second groan and he came.
Fiona positioned him; all Michael had to do was slide forward. A gentle slow slide, opening Edwina, her breath in his coming in short sharp bursts. The girl, eighteen years old but a virgin, a maid, trying to maintain composure and authority with the other sixth formers and not going all girly with ‘I think it’s too big,’ ‘don’t hurt me,’ ‘be gentle’ or whimpering.
It was, of course, big, much bigger than fingers, bigger than she had really expected — but it was so good. A so wonderful feeling of being opened, the feeling of the invading penis expanding her. The feeling then of balls against her, knowing it was all within her — she had a full cock inside her — so exciting and so pleasurable. Her clitoris on fire.
“Mmmm, that is good, Michael, I do like that. Oh er oh!” The whimper she had tried to avoid just slipped out as Michael began to move. So like the moving of a piston on a steam engine. In and out, in and out. So good, so good.
Maybe not that much for the girls to see in that position, just the rising and falling of Michael’s neat buttocks but it pleased all the girls. Their hands as much stroking wet femininity as later, back in the boys’ dorm, penises would be stroked. Only, unlike the boys, it was not always the girls’ own fingers.
Steady copulation. Again, the wisdom of jacking off before the visit in the shower was demonstrated. Michael kept his spunk back for quite a time. The fuck reasonably prolonged. But Edwina going into a spasm of her own, a girl orgasm, was a bit too much for Michael. The rhythmic squeezing of his cock by Edwina’s perineal muscles just that bit too much.
“Fiona!”
Michael pulled himself back, out and up. A sudden movement of all the girls as they craned their necks downwards or dropped to their knees to see the sudden appearance of the cock. So different from their own bodies, the long curving flesh ‘cucumber’ or ‘banana’ with that lovely big acorn-like head. All so wet from Edwina’s body, catching the light. All the girls associating wetness strongly with sex and Michael’s penis just so wet. Fiona’s hand reaching to grab and move the loose skin of his prepuce, his foreskin, up and almost over the shiny acorn head and then back down. A steady rhythm. The girls, some of them holding their breath in excitement, unsure of quite what would happen.
Despite his earlier shower wank, Michael put on a respectable show — if ejaculating over the stomach and mounded chest of a naked schoolgirl whilst her friends watched and one particular friend did the wanking, can be called in any way ‘respectable.’ Fiona wanked in the steady rhythm that Michael had requested, a small spurt came out of its end and then a really big one shooting up between Edwina’s breasts to a collective intake of breath from the other girls. Michael gritted his teeth in pleasure as a third shot left his penis travelling as far as the second but landing atop Edwina’s left breast. A few more spurts and the boy was done. The male orgasm demonstrated in fine style. Michael raised up above Edwina, resting on his hands and arms, breathing heavily. Beneath him Fiona’s hand still working his cock.
“You can stop now, Fiona.” Was the hand withdrawn reluctantly?
Up Edwina’s body streaks of wetness, the product of Michael’s penis. Around the room all eyes upon the outcome. Some eyes quite wide. All very educational and erotic. Fingers had not stopped moving.
Edwina’s left nipple particularly covered. “It’s like the icing on a cherry bun,” said Fiona leaning back on her heels. The first words after Michael had shown what penises did. Humorous, really, but there was no laughter from the girls. It was all much too serious.
“You can lick it if you like, Fiona,” said Michael to another collective gasp around the room.
When he recounted those words in the dorm there had most certainly been a reaction. Bot Willoughby and Duffield had spurted.
“Yes,” said Edwina struggling to regain her composure and leadership, “do.” and Fiona did. Not just a lick but a real suck of the cummy nipple.
Cynthia, not to be outdone, suggested they all take a lick. “Mary wouldn’t like that!”
She would not! Mary would not have liked that at all. The girls, though, came forward. Maybe some more enthusiastic than others but all applied pink tongues to Edwina’s body — where the cum was, licking it away, learning what a man’s stuff tasted like. Most of them would be doing a lot of tasting in the future. It is what women and men do. It certainly had a powerful effect on the girls afterwards. All remembered that licking, all remembered sharing Michael’s cum. It took them away from Mary. It was a sign between them. A tongue across the lips. Mary noticed the change but did not know the reason. There was indeed a change. Her previous dominance had somehow lessened. Something was amiss. But she had only a few more days at the school. She was leaving early. Would be doing her exams elsewhere — abroad. Was not staying the rest of the summer term.
Edwina could have licked her own nipple, though Fiona’s had done a rather effective removal of the cum, could have used her fingers to scoup but, instead, she was quick enough to reach out and pull Michael’s softening cock towards her. Her first cock of course — in her mouth — not fully hard anymore, rather rubbery but still quite firm and awash with her own well tasted juice and that important salty taste of semen. A little suck and she got a little extra to come ‘up the tube.’ And the kudos of, along with Cynthia — or so Cynthia said — and Fiona being the only girls to have sucked cock.
“Thank you, Michael. That was all very nice,” the now rather rubbery, not yet fully subsided much used cock between her fingers.
“Thank you, Michael,” said all the girls together.
“My pleasure.”
And everyone then laughed.
Fiona led him back out of the school, her hand in his, out of the window and for him to head back to his own school through the darkened lanes, clamber back into his school and go up to the dorm and report to his waiting classmates. To tell them all.