Date: Fri, 23 Sep 2011 08:48:31 +0200
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: The School. Chapter Eleven.

   I, for the first time in three weeks, didn't go down to the gym. I just
had a leisurely shower and went down to breakfast. I was on my own for half
of it before Penny and Peter came in for theirs. We said our good mornings
as they collected their breakfast from the miniscule buffet set up.

   `Did you have a good night?' Peter asked pleasantly.

   `Thank you for what you...er, gave me last night.'

   `Think nothing of it, we're a partnership, remember?'

   `I didn't think it went that far,' I said somewhat dubiously.

   `Last night was special. I knew just how you would be feeling. Low and
very dejected. All I did was ask if Penny wouldn't mind helping you over
that first night without the others. Did it help?'

   `You don't know how much,' I replied, and dropped the subject by asking
of his plans for the day. Seeing the builders in regard to the start of the
building programme was the reply. Penny later gave me my first lesson in
karate and kicked the shit out of me. So much for her protestations of love
the night before. We later cleared out the spare room for me to sleep in.

                                                         *

   The three of us went down to London the next day. It was very strange to
put clothes on again after nearly four weeks being most of the time naked
in a heated environment. It seemed cold outside even though I was dressed,
and it was also as if I were an alien on a different planet. But I soon
overcame the strangeness and enjoyed the day's outing.

   We went to the same set of offices that I had visited before. The signs
were duly stuck up, which I mentally noted that I would have them changed
to look more professional than these present cardboard ones. Then I sat at
the back as the two of them conducted their interviews. They had, over the
past couple of weeks, set this interview in motion, the timing and planning
I would get to know at a later date, but as an observer at this session, I
had the opportunity to see what might be future sex meat. This batch of
interviewee's were for a month hence as the next week's intake had already
been selected. Though I played no part in the selection process, and
wouldn't for some time to come, it was instructive as to their methods. All
I did for this first of many was just to observe. My criteria, wrong as it
was, was just to pick the girls with the biggest tits, the face being next
and finally their personality. They interviewed twenty people, though these
young people didn't know that the intake quota was only twelve.

   That evening, back in their quarters, we sat down after dinner and I
watched as they talked over the day's interviews, making notes as they went
through them all. With the decisions as to whom to accept were made, the
letters were duly done for posting the following day. My input into this
was nil at this stage, though I was pleased to note that the one that I
wouldn't mind being on the outside of my dick was one of those selected.

                                                         *

   After several days of having the shit kicked out of me by Penny in our
karate lessons, I was thankful when the day came for the next batch of
students to arrive.

   I was excited when the first taxi pulled up and the new class stumbled
out with their luggage. I kept in the background and just watched. When the
whole intake was assembled in the lounge and introductions made by the
class to each other, they were informed that I was one of the teachers.

   It seemed strange to be up on the platform dressed as I now liked to be,
in my sarong, and watch as Penny gave her speech and made the
pairings. This was my first viewing of another array of beautiful nubile
breasts sitting there before us, and I got a hard on just standing there,
trying to hide behind Penny or Peter as a means of concealing my
reactions. Then I saw all sorts of erections when the men took off their
sarongs for the start of their first lesson.

   It was strange to be up there, watching them make the preliminary
moves. Watching to see who would take charge on each futon and who would do
what to whom and how they would go about it. The pairings had been prepared
well in advance so Penny had a better idea of what to look out for than I
did. In time, I came to learn how to match people together as they did.

   I told Penny that it was very difficult for me being there as I kept
getting this raging hard on caused by all those naked breasts. She told me
that this was quite normal, and in time, I would be able to control my
physical reactions and at an even later date, would be able to make an
erection at the drop of a sarong.

   I watched them go through, or try I should say, the list of erogenous
zones, the images it provoked was of my first day with Ann and promptly got
another erection. Christ, this was going to be harder than I thought,
trying to stifle my own sexual urges.

   I relieved Peter of the bar duty and it began to be fun to watch this
group trying to interact with each other, though my eyes couldn't help but
observe the naked breasts, thankful that the bar hid my rampant cock from
their eyes. I hadn't taken notes of their names when they first arrived,
but got to know them as the days passed. I dined with Peter and Penny in
the dining room and it also amused me to watch the pupils at their first
candle lit dinner.

   Peter would be out most of the day supervising along with the gaffer,
the arrival of building materials and the digging out of footings of the
new extension and the like, so I would spend most of my time in his place
in the classroom. I had forgotten about demonstrating the sexual positions
and as Peter wasn't there, I had to do it with Penny. She ignored it but I
couldn't. When she dropped her sarong and lay back, I had to drop mine to
assume the position. The erection I revealed brought out quite a few
whistles and some of these came from the boys. Very self conscious, I went
through the demonstration with Penny, almost poking it up her in the doggie
display. I was actually glad to put the sarong back on.

                                                         *

   After that, everything went smoothly until the beginning of the third
week when one twit named Stephen fell down the staircase and broke his
ankle. An ambulance was called and he was carted off to hospital and never
seen again. Peter begged off saying that he had too much to do and that I
would have to step in for the last few days.

   I asked Penny what was I expected to do? She called me a bloody fool and
said what did I think I was to do? I was to step in as if I were the same
pupil and carry on from there. She brushed aside all my arguments and I
later realised that she was perfectly right. But the point I wasn't able to
get across to her, was do I move back into the dormitory and, I didn't know
quite how to put it, but bluntly, did I get to fuck all of this intake? The
answer was just as blunt. Yes! That's what they come for! To fuck and be
fucked! Then she relented and took hold of my hand and spoke to me in a
softer tone.

   `There are exceptions of course. You and Ann were prime examples of
those exceptions. I appreciate that there are still people out there that
deserve respect and you are one of them. Why do you think I came into your
bed willingly? If you had been like most of the others, I wouldn't have
bothered. Now you get into the bar and enjoy yourself,' she gave me a smile
and patted my cheek, `and don't start getting all moral on me. I'll
announce you and introduce you to your partner for this afternoon, and
night.' Giving me a nudge and another smile.

   So whilst serving behind the bar the pre-lunch drinks, I poured out for
myself a large brandy and waited for Penny to utter the words that would
throw me back into the classroom and dormitory.

   `Ladies and gentlemen, your attention please. As you know, poor Stephen
had an accident this morning and was taken off to hospital, leaving us one
short of our number. But Will here, that's him behind the bar, has agreed
to step into his shoes till the end of the course.' There were cheers and a
clapping of hands and I was pulled out from behind the bar and led to a
nice young blonde thing. `This is Tina, Tina, this is Will.' I forced
myself to look her straight in the eyes as I smiled at her, telling myself
that I would be able to see her tits later at the table. She gave me a
lovely smile back, so lovely that I just couldn't stop my eyes from
dropping down to see those bare breasts that would shortly be mine to suck
and play with. Of course the old todger rose up and was clearly to be seen
poking out of the front of my sarong and she couldn't help but see it, and
gave a little laugh as she took my hand and led me straight to a table in
the dining room.

   `Thank you Tina,' I said when we had sat down.

   `Well I don't think you wanted the others to see what I saw,' she
laughed and could see where my eyes had come to rest. `Do you like them?'

   `I beg your pardon?'

   `My tits! I could see where your eyes went. Well do you like them?' she
asked as she squared her shoulders to make them stand out further.

   `They're magnificent,' I breathed, giving out a theatrical sigh.

   `Well let's eat our lunch, or would you rather eat me this afternoon?'

   `I'll do both,' I said with a laugh, `and then have them for supper as
well.'

   `So will I then. I can't wait to get my hands on what's under that
sarong of yours.'

   So after lunch, she led me to the futon that she had used that morning
with Stephen and dropped her sarong and took off mine.

   `This is what I've wanted since I first saw you on the platform,' she
said pulling me down to the floor. She smothered me with kisses and put my
hands on her tits, and then she reached down and took my erection in a
tight grip. She was rubbing it furiously and I had to prise her off and
roll her over onto her back, her legs swinging open wide for me. Tina was
soaking wet and gave out a loud groan as I went inside her and I think she
orgasmed straight away. I got carried away in her enthusiasm and came twice
without pulling out. It was a great afternoon with it ending by her being
between my legs crooning as she sucked on me.

   I saw to the bar and then had dinner with her, but still had to look
after the bar till nine thirty. Tina sat on a stool the whole time, her
tits resting on the bar top, squashed together by her forearms. She laughed
when I suddenly stuck a cocktail cherry between them.

   With the bar closed, Tina led me up to the dormitory and over to her
bed. When she stopped at the foot of it, I refused.

   `No way! That's the noisiest bed I've ever heard, so I'm not sleeping in
that one. Where did Stephen sleep?' She started to walk across the dorm,
and I suddenly knew where she was heading and I held her back. `Let me
guess,' and I went to my old bed and stopped.

   `You're right!' she laughed, and immediately dropped her sarong and
climbed in with me right behind her.

   After we had fucked half the night away, I laid back and realised that
Penny had been the only other woman apart from Ann that I'd had in that bed
until then.

   I dropped into my old routine and was down in the gym early and though
there were only a couple of days left for this class, I still had some
girls come down there by the last morning. The farewells didn't affect me
this time as I'd not really had time to get that close to them, and soon
the school was empty again.

   I checked the progress of the new building with Peter, and saw that they
had done quite a bit in just three and a half weeks. The ground had been
cleared and the footings were just going in and it looked as though they
were well ahead of the schedule already.

                                                         *

   It became a regular pattern of travelling down to London for the
interviews, then seeing each new intake of pupils, being in the classroom
to watch them have sex and occasionally give out advice and looking after
the bar. I also paid more attention to the monitors to study each of them
as they interacted with each other, learning all the time. Peter would go
up to London occasionally, and on those nights Penny would come to my bed.

   `Did Peter send you?' I asked that first time in this small room.

   `No,' she had replied, getting in with me and snuggling up, `I just
don't like sleeping alone.' This question had been asked after she had been
on top of me, riding me till we both came in a bucking climax, and she then
squashed her breasts on my chest as she lay on top with me still inside
her.

   Many pupils went through the school during that year, and the other
building was nearly ready, well ahead of schedule. It was estimated to be
ready for opening in one month's time. They really only had to put the
finishing touches to the furnishings and it would be done. The joining of
the kitchen worked marvellously and my quarters were perfect and ready for
occupying. It was then that I married an ex-pupil of the school.

   We spent our honeymoon in the Caribbean on an island where nudity was
the norm so that we acquired an all over sun tan, and then had a week in
our own quarters of the new school. We both went to London with Penny and
Peter for the following month's interviews, our first intake having been
selected by them whilst we had been away. She had sat with Penny and I with
Peter. Then back at the school, we sorted them out into two halves and the
letters duly sent out.

   Our first day, with everything ready, I greeted the pupils with Peter on
the steps and led my lot round to our half of the school. We gathered them
in the lounge and I spoke to them.

   `Welcome to our school. For you boys and girls, my name is Will and this
is my wife, Ann!'

                                                    * * *

   Look out for the follow up book, `The Second School.'

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