Clara Pennywhistle sobbed into her pillow. Afternoon classes at Mrs Castlewick's School for Young Ladies had just ended, and she had had a wretched day. She knew that her lessons were important. She knew that she had to apply herself diligently to everything her teacher asked her to do. She knew that her prospects of finding a wealthy husband would be greatly improved if she mastered the skills that she was learning. But, she thought to herself through her tears, she just wasn't interested in cocks. All the other girls seemed to be getting used to them. Clearly there was something wrong with her, and she'd die an old maid, doomed never to find someone to take care of her.
She wasn't scared or repulsed by cocks -- she just didn't get that excited by them. Take this afternoon's lesson, for example. It was their first practical class on felatio. They'd studied the theory in the morning, and seen Mrs Castlewick demonstrate the basic techniques. She smiled as she remembered the sight of their teacher -- so prim and proper, so stern and unsmiling - as she bobbed her mouth up and down on the cock of one of the manservants.
Playing the scene back in her mind helped to stop the tears. Mrs Castlewick had knelt down next to the man and had him turn side on to the class so the all the girls had a good view. His eight inch cock had seemed even larger with Mrs Castlewick's dainty hand around it, as she guided it to her lips. She demonstrated some basic techniques -- licking the end of the cock delicately with the tip of her tongue, plunging it into her mouth as far as it would fit, and wanking it into her mouth so that with each stroke the purple dome of his member rubbed against her tongue.
But despite all the demonstrations, Clara just couldn't get excited by the lesson. When it had come to her turn to practise, she had choked and spluttered and found the whole experience depressing. If she couldn't master even the basics, what on earth would become of her?
Pulling herself together, Clara left her room and walked down the corridor towards the garden to get some fresh air in the hope that it would do her some good. Passing a door that was slightly ajar, she heard voices and peeked in.
The room was tastefully appointed. Two wingback chairs were set before a picture window that gave a fine view of the grounds, with a chaise longue against the far wall. Rugs of an Oriental flavour covered the wooden floorboards and paintings by well-known but not ostentatiously famous artists hung from the walls. The evening was drawing in and the gas lamps had been lit, suffusing the room with a soft, warm glow.
From her vantage point, Clara had a clear view of the room's occupants. Two of her fellow pupils, Diana Mapleton and Fanny Appleshaw, were seated in the chairs which they had turned to face into the room, where stood two men who Clara recognised from their lessons. Johnson, the taller of the two, was the owner of the first cock the ladies had seen, and at 10 inches in length it was also the longest. Fletcher had masturbated for the class, to demonstrate some of the common techniques that gentlemen preferred, and Clara remembered the copious amount of semen that had spurted forth when he climaxed. They were both gardeners employed by the school to tend the extensive grounds.
The men were naked. Both well-muscled from a lifetime of labouring, Johnson's bulky frame and tangled dark locks stood in contrast to Fletcher's slimmer body and blond, short-cropped hair. Edging the door open a fraction more, Clara strained to hear their conversations.
'Now, Johnson, Fletcher -- as you are both aware today we were taught the practical aspects or felatio, or 'blowjobs', as I believe the common expression is," Diana was saying. "Since the lesson, Miss Appleshaw has confided to me that she is not quite sure that she wholly understands the principles of successful felatio. Hence I have proposed this extra tuition since, if I may make so bold, I feel that I have a suitable grasp of the matter."
"Fanny dearest, I shall demonstrate upon Johnson and you shall observe. Then you shall take a turn with Fletcher and I shall provide encouragement and direction, and I am sure that in no time at all you will be quite the old hand at this business."
Such extra-curricular activities were permitted, and indeed required, at the school. It was a condition of employment of all the male staff at the manor that they make themselves available whenever requested by the students to assist in their learning and tuition. While some of the young ladies were somewhat shy about approaching the staff, most had no such qualms and took every opportunity to further their education.
Diana hiked her skirt and petticoats up above her knees, the better to be able to kneel down before Johnson. His prodigious member was already swelling in anticipation, for Miss Mapleton had previously availed herself of his services and the memory of the rush of pleasure as she had wanked his cock until he came all over the arse of Miss Appleshaw was still clear in his mind.
Taking a moment to marvel at the transformation taking place before her eyes, Diana leaned her face in to his crotch and breathed in deeply. The musky smell of his manhood combining with the sharp smell of fresh sweat and the dirt from his labours in the garden made her heady with delight, just as it had the last time they had met, in the shed where he kept his tools. She took hold of him, now fully erect -- 10 inches of thick, hard cock, its purple head bobbing up and down as the whole twitched with Johnson's arousal.
The scent from the monster cock seemed to envelop Diana like a cloud, blotting out her companions and the room around her. From her vantage point, Clara could see her slowly lowering her face towards Johnson's organ, her hand caressing the shaft with a tenderness that was almost reverential. Clara knew that she ought to feel aroused, but instead it was mere curiosity that kept her kneeling behind the crack in the door.
Diana paused with her lower lip almost brushing the end of Johnson's cock. Tipping her head slightly forward and cupping her free hand beneath, she let forth a thick stream of saliva, coating the first few inches. The excess flowed into her waiting hand, and she cupped it around the base of Johnson's member, sliding it along the length and at the same time deftly engulfing the head in her hot, wet mouth. Big though it was, being well-lubricated with her spit Johnson's cock slid easily between Diana's lips as she pumped the shaft with her slippery hand.
