The story that Sandy told us, ended up with as many pairs of damp knickers as any of the other tales. It concerned a group of ladies who lived in Dickin Close, they all, well, with the exception of Josie, had daughters. All were within a year or so of each other, Josie, had a son, Derek, who was causing problems in his sixth form at secondary school.
The Secret of Dickin Close.
If you passed Dickin Close, you would probably not give it a second thought, a Close on an estate on the fringe of a small town in the southeast Gloucestershire here in the UK. Here as in many such places, chintz curtains, and nets twitch as the world is watched. As estates grow up, often similar ages are grouped, and Dickin Close was no different except possibly in one significant way, there was only one family, Josie's, with a son, all the rest had daughters, all in their final year and at eighteen heading for their final exams.
Tea time, one Monday early summer afternoon, found the ladies of Dickin Close gathered for a cup of tea and a chin wag, well we have all been there haven't we girls, and there's nothing better than sorting out the world's problems over tea is there girls?
Josie had been summoned to see the head master at the local secondary school...yet again. Derek was in trouble... yet again. A female was involved...yet again.
Josie was given an ultimatum, get him to behave or he was to be expelled, they didn't exclude students in those days, they expelled them they were gone... permanently. No exams, No leaving certificate. That meant difficulty getting a job.
Well girls, we were all agog, what had he done this time, In the past she had tried almost any sort of discipline, and still there was problems.
"This time it was the stationery cupboard." Sighed Josie
"The stationery cupboard." We chorused
"What, pinching stuff?" Liz put into words our thoughts.
"No, not pinching, that's not his style." Josie was almost in tears.
"Well what then?"
"Same as last time, well nearly but it wasn't the back of the gardening shed it was the stationery cupboard."
"Which of the girls was it this time? That blond bit, what's her name Gina wasn't it?
"No, not Gina this time, much worse."
"Surely not a fella?" Liz had a knack of being really tactful!
"No, course not... this time it was that new teacher, Miss Cornwallis."
"And she caught him...?"
"No... It was her that was in the stationery cupboard with him. By all accounts the secretary went in for some envelopes and they were... you know... snogging behind the door."
"And?" we all crowed
"The school have given me an ultimatum, he leaves the females in the school alone or he goes."
"Bum deal."
"I just don't know what to do, he seems to be very popular with the girls, and he's not really a bad lad, I am at my wits end about what to do."
Josie sobbed, Liz, Brenda, Carol and I all gave her a big hug and told her not to worry we would have a think and see what we could come up with. It had all just about calmed down when the door burst open and the girls arrived home from school, Josie quietly excused herself to get Derek's tea.
"Well girls, why is young Derek getting in trouble all the time?"
I just threw the question, not really expecting an answer, and certainly not the answers we got. They were all competing to see who could give the most lurid piece of information. Or who could deliver the greatest shock!
"Its his dick." Said one.
"At least ten inches long." Said another
"More like twelve."
"And with a knob like a ping pong ball."
"Tennis ball you mean."
"Yeah and when you wank him off it goes a long way."
"Yeah, lots of cum."
"And it goes miles."
"Real thick and sticky too."
"So many of them want to have a go with it they keep him busy and he doesn't know the teachers are about."
Well I'll tell you girls, my head was spinning it was like one conversation coming from several directions.
"Then he gets caught."
"Mostly its behind the sheds, but last time..."
"...it was in the book cupboard with that new teacher."
"Miss Cornwallis."
"She thinks she's 'it'."
"So which of you lot have been caught with him?"
"We don't go near him at school, we don't have to."
"Why's that."
"Well he lives in the road, and we can do what we like when he comes round to our homes, and we all do our home work together.
I know I don't have to tell you; just how stunned the mothers were when they heard that, you wouldn't believe me anyway. A ten or twelve inch dick with a knob the size of tennis ball, it was enough to make your eyes water! Not to mention your nether regions run with juice, mine certainly did! Every one of us had hosted young Derek of an evening, usually all the girls and Derek up stairs doing their 'homework'. We never gave it a thought.
"So what's this Miss Cornwallis like then?"
"This is her first job, she's just out of college..."
" Long legs, high heels, short skirts and big tits..."
"Well, bigger than yours mum!"
To be honest, that wouldn't have been too difficult.
"Any way...story is, she had his cock..."
"... in her hand..."
"When the secretary walked in..."
"And she is soo square..."
It was quite difficult keeping up with just who was saying what, most of the time the person had only said part of a sentence before someone else cut in and finished it. The giggling was almost deafening, any of you that had heard a bunch of schoolgirls chattering and giggling will know what I mean.
"...if it had been Mrs Jones, they might have got away with a bollocking..."
"Mrs Jones is alright but no chance with 'iron pants' Anderson."
"I don't reckon she's ever seen a real dick...."
"...well not one as big as that anyway."
They clattered away up the stairs to Clare's bedroom to do their homework and to listen to music. Clare's parting shot was ...
"When Derek comes round just send him up mum."
After the conversation that had just taken place you can just imaging the stunned silence as the girls disappeared upstairs, the door slamming behind them.
We all just sat and looked at each other, not really sure what to do, anyway, we didn't have much chance as about a quarter of an hour later the door was knocked then Derek came crashing through.
"Hello Mrs Benson, Mrs Smith, Mrs Thomas, Mrs Rodman. Are the girls in yet? Can I go up please...homework?"
"You can. The girls are up there, mind you all behave."
We knew that we were taking a chance, but at least we knew where they were. We sipped tea, and sat, mostly in silence, while we pondered the situation. It was about ten minutes later that the silence was broken...
"Hang on!" exclaimed Brenda, "If he is suspended what this "home work" business"
The four of us jammed in the door way as we intended racing up the stairs to see what the heck was going on. We broke free and fought our way up the stairs as a series of shrieks and whoops of delight rent the air, bursting through the door, an unimaginable scene confronted the four of us crammed together.