A cock up at Tillington's

Just as I was running out of things to write about in my own sex life my old mate has come to the rescue with a tantalising diary of sexual exploits that will blow you away. I thought I had got lucky but he’s come up smelling of roses…or should that be smelling of pussy - and no mistake.

I hadn’t heard from Jeff, a pal from college for a couple of years when he told me that he was going round Europe on a two year sabbatical. Then just the other week he emailed me bragging about a job he had landed and how it had given him access to unlimited fresh pussy. It seems Jeff had taken up the role of caretaker at a girls’ finishing school. Well it doesn’t take a mastermind to see what possibilities there are there for a man with plenty of confidence and a cock always at the ready.

Jeff was always a bit of the Jack the lad and I could just imagine him being a pig in muck surrounded by frustrated teenage girls looking for fun. I was on the point of writing strip poker orgy 2 when his email came through.

10/01/12 22:02

‘Hi Stephen! How you doing? I’m back from Europe and working the magic again! lol…seriously though, just took up a job in a posh finishing school in Devon. Wall to wall pussy my son!’ Jealous? lol. Jeff

10/01/12 22:05

‘Hi Jeff! Good to hear from you. You up to your old tricks again then I see. Sounds cool. Yes, I’m quite jealous but I’ve had my moments recently. I’m seeing this cute emo girl at the moment. She’s only 19... Anyway about this school. Do tell me more. Stephen.’

10/01/12 22:12

Hey you old dog! 19 eh! Not bad. Bet she’s gorgeous. Yeah I’ve landed on my feet here mate. They’re all gagging for it. You know posh birds too! OMG Stephen! They went on a field trip in the autumn. It was a bit cold… they asked me to drive. You want to hear about it?!’

10/01/12 22:14

Hi Jeff…yes definitely. You know I’m a bit of a writer. Well I want to put this book together of erotic stories. Have you kept a diary or anything? I could weave it into a story.’

10/01/12 22:18

‘Yeah sure! I’ve kept notes on everything cos I was going to do something similar, but you‘ll do a far better job. Give me a minute and I’ll scan them in.’

So armed with 10 sides of A4 I set about turning Jeff’s ramblings into a story. To say this is hot is a massive understatement! See what you think.

For Jeff Marks work had become a way of earning enough money to set off on another jaunt around Europe or even the States. To this end he had scoured the local papers and a position at an all girls finishing school near Bude caught his eye. It was for the role of head caretaker and handyman and would involve overseeing a small team of guys who looked after the general maintenance of the school. After successfully interviewing for the position Jeff started on the first Monday in October and was given a full tour of the school by the Principal Headmistress.

Jeff tried not to let his jaw drop too much when he got to the gymnasium while some of the girls were working out. As a finishing school all the girls were 18, many of whom had gone there from full time boarding schools. These were the daughters of stock brokers and surgeons, girls who were expected to make their way in life with that extra bit of decorum and finesse, to complement their outstanding academic achievements. Jeff did his best to follow what the starchy headmistress was saying while keeping one eye on the girls who - dressed in red leotards, were pedalling on exercise bikes or pounding treadmills. Every one was gorgeous and toned as tight stomachs, pert bums and perky tits were quivering and shaking.

His first week went well as Jeff found his feet and settled into the job. His encounters with the girls at close quarters were generally few, although he did get the occasional nice smile, especially when he gave some of the particularly hot girls a little wink.

Jeff’s first diary entry relates a rather more intimate encounter and a taste of things to come.

Tuesday October 11th.

Well my first week safely under my belt and I’d like to say the first week was the hardest, but well…not quite.

I was in my little office, it was about 10am and there came a knock on the door.

“Yeah, it’s open.”

The door opened and there was one of them standing there, as bright eyed a thing I ever saw. Like the rest, she was wearing that pristine uniform. The school uniform on eighteen year old girls, it doesn‘t get much better than that! It consisted of a white tunic, black and red striped tie, black skirt and knee high black socks. Simple but effective. Effective on me anyway and I couldn’t help get a semi as I perused her lovely body. Her skirt was so damn short!

“Hi Mr Marks, Mr Nettleship has sent me to tell you that there’s a leak in the staff room kitchen.”

“Oh OK…I’ll take a look in a minute.”

I think I made it a bit obvious that I was getting a proper eyeful of her thighs and she looked at me a little askance as she made to leave and then paused. I’m sure there was a enigmatic naughty smile on her face.

“Was there something else…um?”

“Gemma. Well… I wondered if you could give me your opinion on something, you being a man and everything.”

“Yeah, I’ll do my best.”

Gemma, who has long brown hair and brown eyes to match stepped forwards and to my disbelief and eternal joy lifted the hem of her skirt, revealing her skimpy panties. Then she calmly peeled her panties down, showing me the cutest little pussy. She was completely shaven.

“Damn! That's a nice one,' I said.

“Me and some of the girls have been trimming up a little, just wondered what you thought. Does it look OK Mr Marks?”

I could see there were possibilities here and I decided to test the water as it were and try my luck.

“Well…yeah! It’s hard to tell exactly just from looking though. Do you think I could just…?” I waved my hand in the general direction of her pussy, hoping she would get my drift.

“Have a little feel you mean? I suppose yeah…if you’re gentle. I’m still a virgin, so…”

Still a virgin! I lifted my hand to those neat, crimson lips and slipped my longest finger along their length. The little minx was so wet…I mean really wet.

“Hmmm…that’s nice. You having naughty thoughts there Gemma?”

“Just a little yes.”

“You look and feel beautiful Gemma.”

“Oh good. Mr Marks? Can I do something for you…you know?”

“Really?”

“Yes, if you like. It‘s the least I can do. We‘ve all been waiting for a nice fit man to come along. We haven‘t done anything before. Well not most of us anyway.”

This wasn’t the time or place for any deflowering, but I was starting to get pretty hard now and I think a little cock in mouth wouldn’t go amiss. I stood up and unzipped my work suit, pulling it down until it formed a crumpled roll above my knees. Gemma’s eyes widened when she saw the bulge in my boxers.

“Would you suck me off and let me cum in your mouth Gemma?”

“Yeah sure…I’ve never done anything like that…but I’m keen to learn.”

“OK, well pull up that chair and sit down.”

The adrenaline was racing through my veins and it hit home that we were going to do this. I was well up for it.

Sitting on my visitor’s chair her head was just at the right height for me to stuff my cock in her face. She looked up at me with those innocent brown eyes and I stroked her chin softly as I weighed my cock in my hand just before I popped in between her waiting lips.

Fuck! Her mouth was so soft and hot. I wasn’t going to last long with her looking up at me like that and particularly because I had been too tired to jerk off for the last few nights. I had balls full of spunk and the hardest of hard ons. I ran my fingers through her lovely hair as I fucked her mouth. She made a little noise like a gentle hum of appreciation as she gave her mouth up to my seven inches. What a girl! Deep throating me after a minute and my cock was throbbing like billyo. I was getting really close before not long at all and I would enjoy teaching this one to give good head given the opportunity. I thrust my cock in and out of her mouth and she had those lips clamped tightly round my shaft. Her saliva was coating my dick and I could feel the spunk starting to come a few seconds before I ejaculated.

“Aaaah Gemma…it’s coming…it’s coming…are you ready!”

She was breathing through her nose and her eyes said she was ready.”

“Oh fuck…aaaaahhhh Gemma….oooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaah……aaaaaaaaaaah!”

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! That was a good one. I must have completely filled her mouth with cum, but she looked up at me with my cock still deep inside and she just swallowed the lot.

She smiled uncertainly at first when I had done and then a big dirty grin spread across her face.

“My first blow job! Thanks Mr Marks!”

“No, thank you Gemma!”

“I better go, or I’ll be missed ha ha!”

“OK…see you around.”

Gemma turned and winked before closing the door behind her.

* * * * * *
Tuesday October 17th
I don’t know if word had got round among the girls or if it was just my imagination because I’m sure some of them were giving me a different sort of look in the next few days. I got these sexy glances from them and naughty little giggles occasionally. I suddenly began to realise the sheer scale of what I might be up against. There were just over seventy girls at the school. Seventy 18 year olds all gagging for it. Seventy wet pussys for the taking, if I played my cards right. Seventy eager young mouths to feed! It made my head spin.

I thought my luck had run out in the next week when I was called into the Head Mistress’s office. Had my encounter with Gemma got out? Was I about to get my marching orders! There was not a bit of it.

“Jeff, we wondered if you could help us out, “ she said. Some of the girls are going to Cornwall and the minibus driver has pulled out with flu.”

“You want me to drive?”

“If you would. The agency hasn’t got any more drivers free at the moment and the girls would be so disappointed if it had to be cancelled.”

So, it came to pass that I was the stand in driver along with 12 girls and their female tutor… the possibilities were endless!

That was Jeff’s first sexual experience at Tilllington’s Girl’s School and looking at this manuscript his weekend in Cornwall will make for interesting reading. The lucky fucker. I’ll tell you more about my mate’s experiences in part two.