There was a buzz of excitement as the students at Mrs Castlewick's School for Young Ladies hurried to class. Something was afoot! In excited whispers they speculated that they were going to learn something out of the ordinary today. The housekeeper had brought a message to the dormitory as the girls were dressing. They were divided into two groups. One group was to report to the summer house down by the pond. The other group were to wear no brassieres, corsets, camisoles, bodices, bustiers or dresses. Skirts and a blouse were all that were permitted for the second group. Nothing with an abundance of hooks, stays, laces or other fussy impediments. They were then to make their way to the main classroom.
"Whatever could the lesson be, Diana? I'm completely stumped as to why we should be asked to dress like this!" Fanny trotted along the corridor next to her friend. She glanced sideways to admire how Diana's generous breasts moved under the fabric of her pale blue blouse.
"Why, don't you remember when we were in the headmistress's office last week when the major was helping us with our studies? Mrs Castlewick mentioned that we'd be learning titty fucking this week. She said she may ask me to demonstrate," added Diana with a note of pride. "I'm sure that's why we've been told to just wear a blouse, so that we're not spending the lesson getting in and out of our clothes."
"Oh what a silly goose I am! Yes of course, that must be the reason. So, titty fucking. I can't quite imagine what that would involve, but I suppose we'll find out soon enough."
The girls had by now reached their classroom and bustled through the door. It was a large, sunny room with French windows that opened onto a well-tended garden. The room had once been the formal parlour, but since Mrs Castlewick had opened her school it had been converted into the main room for the instruction of her young charges. It was furnished with couches, day beds and chaises longue, as well as a number of chairs now arranged in a horseshoe in front of one of the couches.
By the couch stood Mrs Castlewick. "Come now, girls. Quick as you please. Miss Pennywhistle do stop looking so sullen. The wind will change, and you'll be stuck with that face you know. Chop, chop everyone. Take your seats please."
The dozen or so young ladies, daughters of the well-to-do local families and one or two from further afield, settled into the chairs and looked expectantly at their headmistress. They all knew that their prospects of securing a good husband depended on how well they learnt the skills that the school was famous for. All except perhaps Clara Pennywhistle, who had been feeling more and more uncomfortable as the lessons progressed. She sighed softly. Perhaps today she might find something to get excited about.
"Good morning, girls", said Mrs Castlewick.
"Good morning, Mrs Castlewick," the girls chorused in return.
"Before we begin, I would like to say that - on the whole - I am pleased with your progress so far. You all seem to have mastered the basics of fellatio, and from what I have been told are generally getting the hang of intercourse. There may be one or two exceptions, where gels have not quite gotten into the spirit of our lessons. I shall be maintaining a close watch and will not hesitate to call a girl to my study if I feel some encouragement is needed. But, as I said, you're coming along nicely."
A murmur ran around the room as the girls reacted to the headmistress's praise. She was notoriously difficult to please, so any positive words were noticed. One or two of the students shot a glance at Clara, who pretended not to notice.
"You will notice that some of your fellow students are engaged in other activities this morning. Today, we will be learning a more advanced technique. It is a technique for which certain physical assets are required. Those students who lack those assets are busy this morning on other lessons.
As for you young ladies - you have learnt how your mouths and your pussies can be used to pleasure a gentleman. You may not have realised that your breasts, too, can bring a man to a climax. It is an important skill to master. Any woman can allow herself to be taken in the usual way. But a lady who can take a man in her cleavage and coax his spunk from him will go a long way to living a happily married life."
Diana nudged Fanny with her elbow. "See? I told you! We're going to learn titty fucking. How fun!"
"Diana, shhh. I'm trying to listen," retorted Fanny.
Mrs Castlewick was outlining how the lesson would proceed. "Fletcher will join us in a minute, and I will use him to demonstrate some basic techniques. Sadly most of the servants have come down with a nasty bug, so I will be conducting the demonstration myself. Then, some of the other men from the estate will join us and you will each spend some time practising what you have learnt." She raised her voice as she said, "Fletcher, would you enter please?"
A door at the side of the room opened and Fletcher entered, striding purposefully to stand next to Mrs Castlewick. The girls were by now quite accustomed to the company of men, and Fletcher received more than a few admiring glances.
"Fletcher, please undress. While he does that, a word on terminology. Strictly speaking, what you are about to learn could be called 'intra-mammary intercourse'. However that is rather too clinical for the bedroom, and so most people familiar with the technique will refer to it as 'tit fucking', or 'titty fucking', or even 'a tit job'.
Diana winked at Fanny and gave her a smug look.
"Thank you Fletcher. Miss Burnley, please be so good as to take Fletcher in your mouth and make him nice and hard."
