Fuck up in Cornwall

I had been contacted out of the blue by Jeff, an old college buddy by email in the New Year. He had bragged about his new job and I was rightly envious after reading the notes from his diary. I emailed him to congratulate him on his efforts and to check if he liked how I had reworked it.

11/01/12 21:41

Hi Jeff, that was hot mate. You lucky bugger! I think you’ll like my take on your diary. Am sending it to you for approval. Keep it coming… Stephen

11/01/12 22:43

Hi Stephen, that’s magic dude! You always did have a way with words. Jeff

11/01/1 22:25

No worries Jeff. They’re your words, I’ve just woven the narrative round it and tidied it up! Will send you part 2 soon.

A week and a half into Jeff’s job at Tillington’s Finishing School for Girls and he had already found it was fertile ground for getting his rocks off with an almost unlimited reservoir of frustrated eighteen year olds. A quickie blow job in his office had been the appetizer but with the prospect of driving 12 of the girls to Cornwall on a Field Trip, Jeff was in buoyant mood. It was the third Monday of his time at the school and Jeff’s diary tells the story.

24/10/12 

07:00

It was cold on that Monday morning as I started the minibus up, waiting for my posse of pussy to board. I had valiantly agreed to drive the girls on the trip to Cornwall after the regular driver had pulled out with flu. I looked at those bright-eyed, bushy-tailed lovelies, as they arrived with Miss Routledge, the geology tutor. They were as impossibly radiant as their tutor was sour. Miss Routledge was an archetypal spinster with brown tartan skirt and sensible shoes; she had a permanent look of mild indignation. I surveyed the girls and in the cold morning air I wondered at all those lovely stiff nipples nestling under their woollen tracksuit tops.

The girls had exchanged their normal uniform for outdoor gear, but they still looked sexy, most 

of them in figure-hugging bottoms of various colours. They were a lively looking bunch, with three blondes, an Asian girl, four brunettes and four sort of mousy haired girls. Tillington’s encouraged the girls to leave their hair uncut, so they were each and everyone of them gorgeously feminine. I could almost taste those warm pussys, which I knew were just waiting for my tongue to explore. I smiled at them trying not to appear too overjoyed and also cautious of betraying any inappropriate interest to the po-faced Miss Routledge.

10:00

We arrived at the little hostel at Lostwithiel and the girls disembarked with undisguised enthusiasm. They really were a healthy group of young ladies and this lot obviously relished the outdoors. There was a definite glow about them as they waited to be ushered into the hostel and I was aware of most of the girls checking me out in between chatting among themselves.

Apart from two crusty old male tutors, I was the only man they had seen for a while and I was only too happy to provide a distraction to their teen hormones. I think they liked my cheeky face and with a few hours in the gym each week I cut a good figure for a man of 45.

As their driver, Jeff’s role during the four day field trip was minimal. He had to make sure there was enough fuel in the minibus and that was about it. He dined with the girls at breakfast and dinner. The girls took a packed lunch on their excursions and Jeff would stroll into the village for a pint and a sandwich. After lunch on the first day on arrival, the girls were shown to their rooms and Jeff to his. He was on the top floor while the rest of the party were spread out on the first and second floors.

Jeff’s next entry continues to outline the opportunities and obstacles for any potential night time fun.

16:00

I spent the afternoon walking around the area, which was pleasant, though I think would be better in the summer. There was a little village, and a cove where I imagine pirates would have secreted their treasure in days gone by.

When I returned to the hostel the girls were already back and had been given leave to do what they wished (within reason). How willing I was to help them do what they wished beyond reason! There were a few basic amenities. There were a couple of table tennis tables, a television room and a pool table. I suppose for eighteen year old girls who have been holed up at the grey walls of Tillington’s for eighteen months it was better than nothing. Before long they would be let loose in the big wide world anyway. Let loose to run departments in Harrods or become senior air stewardesses and the like.

18:00

Dinner was mushroom soup, then beef and stewed vegetables in a brown gravy, which was nutritious I suppose, if uninspiring. I shared a table with Lucy and Amelia, who were blue-eyed blondes; the beautiful Asian girl Sophia and the brown-haired Rosie. They were all delightfully posh, using exactly the right cutlery at the right time; versed in etiquette as they were. I think the way I slurped my soup any which way was mildly amusing to them, rather than tilt the bowl and spoon at precisely the right angle. Besides this, they were charming company and quite witty really, although most of their chit chat was based around their morning’s geological stuff.

“I expect you’ll all sleep well tonight?” I said as we waited for the pudding to come.

“Is that what you expected?” Asked Lucy.

“I don’t know, I was just saying.”

“I don’t think you’re going to get much sleep,” added Amelia.

“Oh…I’m not?!”

Sophia looked at me with her gorgeous Indian eyes then looked down bashfully.

“Three nights, 12 girls Jeff, you do the arithmetic!” Said Rosie, in her refined accent.

I looked from girl to girl with a feeling of a man with his work cut out. But what a job!

The conversation tailed off as the pudding arrived. It was Spotted Dick.

21:00 

I had noticed Miss Routledge eyeing me suspiciously on a couple of occasions, when I had no doubt let my guard down and allowed my gaze to fall on a particularly fine arse or three, dressed as the girls were in variously coloured leggings. Why do all girls all have such amazing bums nowadays? Not that I’m complaining. So there I was, desperate for a beer but making do with the fruit juice on offer in the hostel and wondering how my first night would pan out. The good thing was that Mrs Routledge’s bedroom was on a different floor to mine. The bad thing was that it was right at the foot of the third flight of stairs, which meant the girls would need to be careful not to make any noise on their way up to my room. I turned in at half nine, along with everyone else and waited to see what, if anything transpired.

Jeff might have been a bit of a ladies’ man but even he couldn’t have been prepared for what was to follow. A few men get to bed two girls once or twice. It is a lucky man indeed who gets to sleep with three eighteen year old girls at the same time, but four… that‘s a rare thing! It was the fact that to all appearances they were thoroughly prim and proper with their aitches in the right places and well rounded vowels. This belied the inner woman in all of them. The dark side of their femininity, left unexplored, unconquered from years of institutionalized education. Now in their final year they had found the perfect man in Jeff; someone upon whom they could vent their every fantasy.

22:45

I must have dropped off and was woken in what seemed like the middle of the night by an owl outside my window. I looked at my clock but was surprised to see it wasn’t even midnight. I could hear a distant snoring, which I guessed had to be Miss Routledge. Besides this all was quiet until after a few minutes I heard another sound. There was the distinct sound of whispering, followed by a gentle knock on my door and then a giggle. I tip toed to my door and turned the key. The landing light was on, allowing me to see it was Sophia, Lucy, Amelia and Rosie. I suppose being on my table they had got first go.

“You sure nobody heard you?” I said quietly as I gazed at the girls, who were all dressed in long, white nightshirts with little collars and three cute little buttons from the neck down.

“No, we were really quiet,” said Sophia.

“Yes especially when you think how excited we are!” Said Lucy as I clicked my door shut.

The four girls stood in a slightly embarrassed huddle with their hair falling beautifully over their shoulders. They looked so inoccent and yet just right for the taking.

“OK, well let’s have you all naked and let’s see what you’ve got,” I said, almost bursting with testosterone.

The girls looked from one to the other, as if each was waiting for someone to go first. Then they looked down at my boxers and the more than obvious pole of my erection. Sophia’s mouth opened and she looked at me with her amazing brown eyes again.

“You’re nervous, that’s understandable. I’ll get my weapon out and you can see me first,” I said.

My wanger was really getting hard, so they would get a good idea of what a proper hard on looked like. I slipped my boxers down over my cock and stood there proudly. He was not only up but throbbing… who wouldn’t be with four gorgeous babes in front of you just in their regulation nightshirts! Lucy, who had the most confidence fiddled with her top button and then took the hem of her nightshirt and lifted it over her head. She had a neat little strip of blonde hair on her pubes and her tits were perfectly up tilted with just the juiciest nipples I’ve ever seen. The other three clearly not wanting to be the last one undressed grabbed their nightshirts almost in the same breath.

Picture this: I was standing there, my cock as hard as granite and four beautiful teen virgins - now fully naked. Sophia had a nice black muff and very big dark nipples. Amelia had the biggest tits with firm nipples and was completely shaven. The blonde Lucy, all pert and juiy and finally Sophie with the brown hair had the perkiest tits and rather puffy nipples that looked like they were just asking to be sucked to make them hard!

“I think you should join me on the bed,” I suggested.

I could feel my heart going ten to the dozen, but was doing my best to keep a grip on things. A lesser man would be getting close to blowing his load, but I was banking on having my cock in each of those tight young pussys. I lay back and the girls seemed instinctively to know what to do. Sophia rubbed her lovely golden brown tits in my face and Lucy began to stroke my cock as the other two lay across me and began to lick my shaft together.

I sucked on Sophia’s tits, groaning from the pleasure of being double sucked, being careful not to bite down too hard on Sophia’s nipples. Lucy and Sophia then swapped places and I had a good old suckle on Lucy’s fabulous, succulent tits as the other three rotated so I had two different girls sucking and licking my wood every few seconds. Lucy then sat up and gave me one of the best deep French kisses I have ever had as Rosie and Amelia were taking turns to see who could deep throat me the most.

After a bit I had to get them to desist or I would have come. I sat up and got the girls to arrange themselves in a little circle around me, so I could fondle them one at a time, squeezing their bum cheeks, kissing their tits and running my longest finger between their pussy lips. I’m pleased to report that all four girls were as wet as the English Channel and I knew it was going to be a nice job indeed to deflower them if I could.

I looked at them, their eyes twinkling and wondered who would be first to get it.

I decided not to mess about and put my hand on the shoulder of the small-titted Rosie.

“OK sexy, lie down,” I said as calmly as I could.

Rosie planted her head on my pillow while the other three ran their hands over my body, stroking my balls and the inside of my thighs. I aimed my weapon at Rosie’s juicy pussy lips and pushed gently until I felt her tight little membrane resist to my advances. I thought I was going easy but she suddenly let out a squeal, and Lucy put a hand over her mouth before she woke the entire establishment! The last thing I wanted to do was put off the other girls so eased back a little and made a more gentle entry until my cock was well and truly deep into Rosie’s cunt!

As easy had it would have been to finish inside Rosie, I needed to do another three girls, but it was made all the harder by the other girls urging me on, which was a massive turn on. I can’t express what it’s like to be in bed with four eighteen year olds…or maybe I can. It’s fucking awesome!!!

I pulled out of Rosie and Amelia pressed her lips into mine as I worked my fingers into her pussy, her juices running over my knuckles. Amelia wanted to go on top, so I lay down with the other two kissing my face and Amelia positioned herself over my throbbing cock. For whatever reason Amelia was a bit easier and there was none of Rosie’s hysterics as I penetrated her pussy with my hot rod. She just made a lot of ‘oohs’ and ‘aahs’ as I gritted my teeth. Then just as I was doing my best not to come Lucy decided it was a good idea to sit on my face. Suddenly four girls seemed like a big ask.

I was really struggling now, with my tongue in Lucy’s wet pussy and Amelia’s tight little crack on my dick. I was beginning to moan and breath heavily and fortunately the girls were intelligent and guessed I was nearly spent and I felt Amelia climb off and was almost straight away replaced by someone‘s mouth. Lucy also clambered off my face and all the girls surrounded Sophia who was sucking me off with her lovely thick lips as the others stroked my balls and shaft.

I’ve had one or two memorable orgasms in my time but this was a real toe-tingler. I could feel every cell in my body jingling with pleasure as Sophia milked my cock. Lucy had my pillow at the ready and smothered my cries as I yelled out in ecstasy and I flooded Sophia’s mouth with my spunk. The other three girls were making far too much noise in their enthusiasm and obviously entertained by my reaction but I think we got away with it. I had only managed to deflower two of them but as far as they were concerned it was mission accomplished and they quietly let themselves out, leaving me to nurse my aching balls. I had aimed high but I am only human.

And so Jeff’s first night at the hostel had almost gone to plan - it was four girls down, eight to go. This was indeed a man’s job. More in part 2 of Fuck up in Cornwall.