How These Naughty English Schoolgirls Survived a Stuffy Girls’ Boarding School

English boarding schools are notoriously stuffy. Sent away at a tender age, the offspring of the aristocracy, the old money and more recently, the new money, these brats are so often out of sight and out of mind! So, what do they do to avoid those pangs of homesickness? Well, the good girls go to the library, scribbling long letters home. As for the not quite so good girls… let’s just say these naughty English schoolgirls find alternative outlets to take their minds off being imprisoned in those hallowed halls…

As boarders, we arrived for the start of term with our trunks full of goodies – favourite treats and reminders of home.  Abandoned until the first set of school holidays, we were shown to our dormitories. Scanning the faces of the other ‘inmates’ we quickly sought out best friends and accomplices but as always, our dorm of eight had at least one snitch. Ours was Lucy Chambers!

We soon settled into our daily routine of chapel, lessons and sports. However, any chance my friends and I got to miss them we would. So, sneaking off to watch the boys playing rugby at the boys’ school next door just happened to be our favourite pastime. But there was one lesson we never skipped.

Oh, How We Learned to Love Monday Mornings!

After chapel, our first lesson on a Monday morning was biology. Now, don’t get me wrong, we were not exactly excited at the prospect of learning about cells and photosynthesis, although we did rather relish dissecting the odd frog! No, the reason we liked Monday mornings, was learning about the birds and the bees. And if there was ever a teacher to do that, Mr Smith fitted the bill. Oh, how outrageously we flirted with him and there was absolutely no doubt he enjoyed the attention. Handsome and debonair, Mr Smith knew we had the hots for him so he decided us naughty English schoolgirls should have extra lessons…

Mr Smith and His ‘Unique’ Way of Teaching…

Out of our dorm, Mr Smith had everybody but Lucy Chambers stay behind after class. He had decided now was the time to teach us Human Biology and promptly took out his cock. So, amidst gasps from his willing audience, he proceeded to invite each girl to touch his, by now, very hard dick. “Girls, this is a penis. But there’s no need to be shocked”. As we touched and stroked his 8-inch cock we saw how much he enjoyed it and he told us that every Monday one lucky girl got to taste it. Oh, how excited we were. We fancied Mr Smith like mad and all put our hands up insisting we were today’s special girl.

That first Monday, I was the chosen one.

Mr Smith guided me on how to lick, nibble and suck his huge hard dick. The other girls were awestruck at the sight of this and Mr Smith was clearly in seventh heaven! As a result, he quickly shot his load down my throat and I gulped and guzzled and I decided then and there that I was going to be the best cock sucker in the school. I was going to win prizes for it!

Time to Put What We Learned to Good Use!

As the weeks went by the other girls got to taste Mr Smith’s creamy cum and we lived up to our reputation as very naughty English schoolgirls! Any chance we got to practice we were going to take it and the boys on the rugby fields enjoyed many blowjobs from the girls at St. Mary’s. Sometimes, it wasn’t just the boys. Teachers, sports coaches and groundsmen. for instance, sometimes shot their loads down our willing throats. We wanted cum. And lots of it! There was no holding us back. Such nasty little whores, we were insatiable!

We even had a competition to see which girl sucked the most dick and of course, I came first! I drained the hot sticky cum out of forty dicks that first term. Boys, boys, boys! I cannot begin to tell you how sore my jaw was some days from all that sucking.

Snitch, Snitch Nasty Little Bitch! Our Revenge on Lucy Chambers

One day Lucy Chambers told us she had seen us on our knees in the Chapel blowing the Head Gardener. As a result, she informed us she was about to tell the Headmistress. Well, we couldn’t have that, could we? The little snitch. So, we hatched a plan. We told her we were sorry and that we were made to do all these naughty things. Therefore, if she promised not to tell, we would let her into our gang. She agreed!. Ha! If only she knew… Meet us in the chapel tomorrow Lucy, let’s do hymn practice for the Christmas concert.

And there she was, a willing victim. Only she didn’t know it yet. As we held her down by her arms and legs, let’s just say I lost my place at the top of the cock sucking list that morning. Covered from head to toe in cum and forty-five cocks later, Lucy Chambers never snitched on us again!

Oh, what bad girls we were… such very naughty English schoolgirls!

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