Finishing School Episode 10

Diana hurried across the lawn towards the stables, her skirts swishing across the carefully manicured grass. Her brain was buzzing and she could feel a heat rising in her as familiar sensations swelled and pulsed. This morning's class at Mrs Castlewick's School for Young Ladies had left her craving more debauchery and lewdness than she had yet experienced at the finishing school.

Images from the lesson flashed across her mind's eye. It had been advanced doggy style, learning that even when taken from behind a young lady could be an active participant in the giving of pleasure. The whole intake had been there - nearly 20 women representing the flower of the local gentry, down on all fours being rogered by the young men who worked on and around the school grounds. Or rather, they were doing the rogering. They were taught that the man could hold himself still while they slid on and off his cock, taking control of the depth and speed of the penetrations while affording the gentleman a view of their ripe young pussy being speared on the man's engorged member.

She and her dearest friend Fanny had been facing each other, their faces mere inches away while they impaled and withdrew themselves from the young hard cocks. She had felt the breath from Fanny's mouth each time she rocked back onto her dick and heard the intimate grunts and moans of pleasure, her lush breasts swinging back and forth beneath her. Glancing up she had seen the contortions on the face of young Hardrock, the second under-gardener, and had begun to understand the power that they wielded between their legs. Diana had seen the way that Fanny had fixed her gaze on Diana's eyes and held them while she thrust herself back and forth with increasing abandon and loss of control.

Diana herself had revelled in the sights, sounds and smells all around her. The tang of aroused pussies and the musky sweat smell of manual labourers; the sounds of flesh smacking on flesh and, at the end, the oozing of the sticky cream as it leaked from a score of wet holes. She felt a load deposited in her own pussy and as it leaked back out a wave of pleasure surged over her.

But it was not enough and she needed more, more, more. More lust. More filth. More spunk. Fortunately the school provided, as all the young men of the estate were duty bound to make themselves available to the students whenever called upon. Hence her hurried mission to the stables to recruit Fletcher, whose copious ejaculations were notorious amongst the girls. Fanny had been despatched to locate Johnson, the gardener with a monstrously thick appendage. A message had been sent to the housekeeper that her son, Harry, was required in the east classroom tout de suite.

Arriving at the stables, Diana pushed open the door to the tack room. Sunlight spilled into the windowless room and illuminated the object of her search. Fletcher stood against the far wall, surrounded by saddles, reins, bits and bridles. His short-cropped blond hair seemed to glow slightly in the light from the doorway. But far from being busy polishing the leather or whatever it was stablehands did in here he had his trousers down around his ankles, his seven-inch member in the hand of the young lady kneeling in front of him. She was busily flicking the tip of her outstretched tongue with the swollen purple head.

"Oh, Fletcher, there you are. I'm so glad I found you. Amelia my dear, how are you? I do apologise for interrupting."

"Diana, my sweet, no need to apologise," Amelia Fairview replied, pausing her ministrations. "One of the other gels was telling me about a new technique she had heard about for improving fellatio, and Fletcher was kind enough to allow me to practice. You use your tongue to stimulate the bell end, but you rub

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with the cock instead of using your tongue to lick the cock. It seems to work surprisingly well, wouldn't you say Fletcher?"

"Yes miss, it works right well. You do seem to 'ave the 'ang of it if I may say."

"Oh, goodness," Diana exclaimed, momentarily forgetting her mission in the excitement of learning a new perversion. "That sounds rather grand. May I watch you practise? It can be terribly instructive watching one's friends, after all." The buzzing in her head seemed to grow louder and she felt a heat begin to pulse and spread from between her legs.

"Why certainly, Diana. Look, I moisten my tongue with spit like so and then I stick my tongue out and go like this." Amelia suited her actions to her words. She firmly grasped Fletcher towards the base of his shaft and extended her tongue. Diana could see the spit glisten, and a thin thread of saliva dripped off Amelia's tongue and fell onto her swelling bosom where it spilled over the top of her cornflower blue dress.

Diana's eyes half closed in a lustful reverie as she watched her classmate flick the swollen end of Fletcher's cock against the tip of her moist tongue. Every so often, Amelia sucked two or three inches of cock into her mouth, leaving it with a sheen of spit over it, and then resumed her flicking. These little interludes seemed to have a profound effect on Fletcher judging by his sharp intake of breath each time she gobbled up the end of his dick.

The room was warm and the air was heavy with the smell of leather and polish. Diana began to feel a familiar feeling overwhelming her - the rising tide of lust building and building inside. She caught her own scent, sneaking out from amongst her petticoats. Dropping to her knees, she crawled towards Amelia.

"Oh Amelia," she rasped. "Thank you. Thank you for showing me this. Thank you for showing me how you work the end of his manhood on your delicate pink tongue. Oh look, look Amelia. I can see the pre-cum oozing out. It must taste good, my dear. Does it taste good when you suck him into your mouth?"

Amelia nodded her assent, then paused for a second. "It does taste rather good, Diana. Should you care for a taste yourself?"

"That's very kind of you to share, dearest Amelia, but I would rather watch you stimulating this big, hard, glorious penis - this cock - with your pretty little mouth. Please, keep going."

"As you wish, Diana, but do let me know if you change your mind. Fletcher, the other technique I would like to practice is deep throating. Please hold yourself still while I try it. I haven't ever had a penis all the way into my mouth and down my throat so I shall have to take it slowly."

"Of course, miss. I shall stay still as a statue," Fletcher replied.

"Let me feed it to you, Amelia," Diana said in a husky voice. "Let me feed his cock into your mouth".

"Why yes, thank you, Diana. That would be terribly helpful of you. Just do please go gently."

Amelia adjusted her position and arranged the skirts of her dress so that Diana could kneel closer to her. She said, "I'm ready," as she gaped her mouth open as wide as she could. Diana grasped Fletcher's erect member and squeezed, revelling in the way it filled her hand with its meaty firmness. Maintaining her grip, she ran her hand towards its end, squeezing a thread of pre-cum from the angry purple head. She caught the smell of it, and felt momentarily dizzy.

Diana grasped the back of Amelia's head with her other hand, wrapping her friend's long braided hair around her fist to maintain a firm grip. Holding Amelia's head steady, she gripped Fletcher by the base of his cock and guided him towards the open mouth.

"Here it comes, my dear," Diana breathed. "It's seven inches, I believe. Be a good girl for me, and show me how you swallow it." Diana couldn't resist wiping the end of Fletcher's knob on Amelia's tongue, and saw it flex in response to the jolt of pleasure that he must have felt.

Diana fed first one inch, then two then three into Amelia's mouth. She paused there, drinking in the sight of a cock, mere inches from her face, disappearing into the soft, round mouth of her fellow pupil. Amelia's pale blue dress seemed to accentuate the red flush that covered her bosom and face. Amelia's eyes were half closed.

"Oh that's so good, Amelia, my darling. Look at you, three whole inches and with no trouble at all. I'll give you some more."

Diana slid another inch into Amelia's mouth. "So greedy, my dear. You're positively gobbling up his cock. You must really love it, mustn't you?"

Amelia gave a stifled nod of her head. "Of course you do," Diana continued in her husky voice. "How could one not love something so - base, so gloriously vile - as to have a male member - a penis, a big fat hard throbbing cock - sliding into your greedy hot wet mouth. He puts it into the pussies and maybe even the arseholes of God knows how many women and here you are sucking it down. What a good little slut you are. Here, fuck him with your mouth." Diana tightened her grip on Amelia's hair and pulled it back then pushed it forward, slowly at first and then gradually faster. As she did so, a kind of red mist came over her. She could feel her pussy throbbing beneath all the slips and petticoats. She felt fevered. "Oh you like that, don't you? Feeling his hard cock going in and out of your mouth. Feeling how it fills you up, tasting his cum as it leaks onto your tongue. I don't want him to shoot all his spunk down your throat, though. No, I have other plans for his jism. Now, let's see you take it all in."

With that, Diana removed her hand from the cock and with the other thrust Amelia's face down on to it. The whole length disappeared as Amelia's lips brushed Fletcher's wiry blond hairs. Diana held her friend in place, as Amelia began to gag. Her eyes watered and she began to shake her head from side to side before, after what seemed like an eternity, Diana released her grip.

Amelia instantly fell backwards, choking and retching on her knees. "You - BEAST, Diana. That was just - BEASTLY," Amelia spluttered out. "How COULD you? It felt - HORRID!"

Diana took Amelia's right hand in both of hers. "Oh, my dear. Oh Amelia. I am sorry. It's just. You looked so - filthy. And I got carried away. Will you forgive me?"

Amelia just glared at her and remained where she was, trying to regain her composure. But Diana was already getting to her feet. "Now, Fletcher," she said, standing a little unsteadily. "Come with me please. I have important business to which I need you to attend."

"Of course, miss. But, and begging your pardon, I feel I was right close and it never feels good to leave the business unfinished if you take my meaning." He looked hopefully at Diana.

"No Fletcher, you may not. Soon enough, I am sure, but not at this moment. Pray put yourself back in your breeches and refrain from touching it until I tell you that you may. Now, come along. No time to lose."

Fletcher's dick was still rock hard and covered in the drool from Amelia's mouth. But he did as he was told, pulling up his rough, homespun trousers, manoeuvring his penis back inside the fabric and tying a cord around his waist. The front of his trousers bulged as Diana shooed him out the door. She glanced back over her shoulder at Amelia. "I'll make it up to you, my dear. I promise." And with that she hurried after the stablehand towards the east classroom.

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Fanny tapped her foot on the floor, and glanced uncomfortably at Johnson. She was not one to easily make small talk, and certainly not with men of the lower classes. And even less so when she had had had their spunk dripping down her face. Johnson stood impassively by one of the several lounges set out in the room. It was used as a classroom for smaller group lessons, but would be unused this afternoon. If the gardener was uncomfortable, he didn't show it.

Fanny had just remembered her manners and bid Johnson to take a seat when Diana burst into the room closely followed by Fletcher. Harry had met them on the way and he joined them in the wooden-floored classroom, closing the door behind him at Diana's request.

"Fanny, my dearest, I am sorry to have kept you. Fletcher was just in the middle of something when I found him and I did hate to interrupt. Johnson, how do you do? And Fanny, I think perhaps you have not made the acquaintance of Harry, Mrs Wettcat's son?"

"How do you do?" Fanny asked the skinny young man hovering nervously by the door. "Very well, thank you, miss," Harry replied shyly.

"Now, Fanny, you must be wondering why I have arranged for us to be here with these three men. Well, I shall speak plainly. These past few weeks at this fine school have opened my eyes to the broad, nay the vast, opportunities for carnal pleasure that life affords. I feel a force, a most primal, elemental force, rising in me, dearest Fanny, when I think of the things we have learned. And I ache to explore all the ways that the human body can be used - dare I say abused? - for pleasure. And I have found that the more lewd and debauched the scene the greater the pleasure to be taken from it. So Fanny, my dearest, let us debauch ourselves in the name of pleasure!"

While not as wanton as her friend, Fanny had been experiencing her own awakening during the term. Her awakening had been somewhat more specific than Diana's, and she longed to give and receive pleasure from her childhood companion. She had gazed lustfully at Diana's perfect body, and dreamed at night of the things their mouths and fingers might do to one another. So it was with enthusiasm that she cried out "Oh yes, Diana, let's! Let us be as base, as lewd, as debauched as ever we can!"

"Splendid! Then let us waste no time. Fletcher, Johnson, Harry. Disrobe if you please. We shall watch you."

Diana lounged back in an armchair as the men removed their clothes. She was already considering where she should have them shoot their spunk. All over herself? Or all on Fanny? Or perhaps shared between the two of them? While she pondered, she appraised the now naked bodies standing before her. Johnson, dark haired and hung like a donkey, the fleshy member beginning to swell and fill out as he no doubt anticipated what was to come. Fletcher, younger than Johnson, blond and slightly smaller but already stiff as a poker. Both men had the hard, muscled bodies of those who spent their lives in outdoor work. Harry, though. Well, Harry was quite the contrast she thought. Pale and skinny with buttocks that could best be described as scrawny and a modestly sized penis trying its hardest to compete with the other two but not really coming up to scratch. Perversely it was this very unattractiveness that attracted Diana and had caused her to have him sent here. Something about the timid yet eager way he had fucked her tits in the previous week's class excited her more than she had expected.

Diana decided to begin with him. "First Fanny, let me show you something that I learned just now from dear Amelia. It is a rather novel way of performing fellatio. Harry, step forward if you please."

Harry did as he was told, shooting a hurried glance at the two labourers as he moved to stand before Diana. Johnson smirked at his obvious discomfort. Diana slid off the chair and dropped to her knees. Her dainty parlour shoes poked out behind her from underneath the bustle of her pale-yellow dress. Above the lace edging, her generous bosom with its deep cleft swelled invitingly. She noticed that Harry wouldn't look at her face but had fixed his gaze on her cleavage.

"Do you like them, Harry? They are rather fine, if I may say so myself. But then you know that, don't you? Perhaps I'll let you get between them again, if you're a good boy and do as you're told. Or perhaps I'll let you go - somewhere else. We shall see. Now, Fanny, look at this. One takes the member like so, and applies the end of it to one's tongue like so."

Fanny leaned forward on her chair to watch as Diana flicked the tip of Harry's cock rapidly across her tongue. A thin thread of spit dripped on to the wooden floor. Harry began to moan softly and clenched his hands together behind his back. Diana paused.

"You see, it has quite an effect. Of course, poor Harry here will likely finish rather soon if I keep this up so why don't you have a go with Fletcher or Johnson while Harry and I watch."

"Oh I've got a splendid idea, Diana! Why don't I do them both at the same time? We

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trying to be rather debauched, after all, aren't we?"

"Yes, Fanny. I think that is rather a good idea," Diana replied.

With that, Fanny too dropped to her knees and beckoned the two men to stand in front of her. By now Johnson was fully erect. At 10 inches and thick with it, his was the largest penis on the estate. Several of the girls struggled to fit him between their legs, although they universally agreed that the effort was worth it. Fanny took hold of Fletcher with her left hand and Johnson with her right. Although not as large as Diana's, her breasts were nevertheless impressive as they strained against the slightly-too-tight constraints of the apple green bodice she wore over her matching dress.

Fanny stuck out her tongue as she had seen Diana do and brought Fletcher up to her mouth, trying a few experimental flicks before moving his dick back and bringing Johnson's up for the same treatment. How wonderful it felt to have

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thick penises in her hands. They felt so solid, so real. She could feel the veins, and when she squeezed she could feel the blood pulsing through them. She inhaled deeply, savouring the earthy, sweaty smell of the men before plunging back in. First Fletcher, then Johnson were treated to the sight and sensations of Fanny rubbing their cock heads back and forth across her hot, moist tongue. "Oi never will understand the upper classes," Johnson thought to himself, "but there are worse ways to earn a crust than a posh tart polishing your knob for you."

Diana clapped her hands. "So filthy, Fanny, so wonderful! See if you can tongue them both at the same time. Oh I say, you can! Clever girl! Look Harry, she has her tongue so far out that she can get Fletcher's cock on the left side and Johnson's on the right."

Harry, unsure quite how he was supposed to respond, just looked on awkwardly although his erection still jutted out from his pale belly, twitching slightly from time to time.

Still on her knees, Diana crawled over behind Fanny. "Fanny, my darling, I think you would look much better with your titties out," and Diana reached around and teased first one breast and then the other free from the bodice. Her erect nipples showed that she was enjoying herself, but she paused her attentions on the two men for a moment.

"It is wonderfully wicked to be exposed like this, but it is a little uncomfortable what with the wiring pushing up into me like this. Perhaps you would be so kind as to unlace the whole thing, Diana?"

"Certainly, dearest," Diana purred and proceeded to loosen the stays while Fanny gently stroked the cocks she held in her hands.

"Oh yes, that's much better," Fanny said as the garment fell away. Her breasts, full and pale with a sprinkling of freckles dusting their tops, spilled out as the support fell away.

"Harry," Diana said to the housekeeper's son. "Don't you think Miss Fanny has the most splendid tits?"

"Y-yes, miss. She surely does. Very fine, br-breasts."

"Why don't you come and suck on one, there's a good lad? Come over here and suck on one of Miss Fanny's big beautiful titties. You can do it while she's playing with these cocks, she won't mind. Will you dearest?"

"Oh no, not at all. But it is a bit tiring trying to manage two at once. I think I'll concentrate on this big one of Johnson's." And stretching wide she took two inches into her mouth and began sucking greedily at it, while keeping her other hand on Fletcher and stroking him back and forwards. She had been brought up to ensure that no-one in a group felt neglected, and she always remembered her manners.

Diana took Harry's hand and pulled him down to his knees. She placed her hand on the back of his head and drew it down to Fanny's right breast. The familiar throbbing sensation pulsed inside her, and her sense began to feel cloudy as the lust rose in her. "Open wide, Harry, and suck on my friend's big fat tit like a good boy. Yes, that's it. Keep doing it while she sucks on Johnson. Look how her cheek is bulging with all that hard man-meat. Now keep sucking while I do this."