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By *ust Clare OP TV/TS
over a year ago
Settlewick! |
Part five
Clare finished unpacking her case and looked around her idyllic cottage. She had only intended staying in the area a couple of nights at a local hotel and spending the weekend walking the local hills,so her luggage was very sparse.She needed to buy some work clothes and shoes,neither her Loubs nor her hiking boots were particularly suitable for teaching a class of trainee perverts,and her hosiery was certainly out of the question.A shopping trip into town was called for.
Several hours and many credit card swipes later,she arrived back at the college,equipped for her new role.The headmaster had indicated a preference for smart business dress,white blouse, knee length skirts,black tights,heels no more than two inches high.
"I look like a bank manager" thought Clare,as she caught sight of herself in the full length mirror.She turned to the side,her profile looked more pleasing,she stuck her chest out further,ran her hands over her buttocks where the skirt clung tightly.With the heels on,her posture adjusted itself,and she nodded in agreement with the reflection.Sexy but understated she thought,better than she expected.
She ran her hands down her tights,smoothing out any slight wrinkles,but not at the expense of the pleasing static tingle that the nylon imparted
Clare was ready to face the bear pit
She spent the Saturday evening studied the lesson plan.It began with geography,which was good as it was her comfort zone.She would finish the project they had started with the previous tutor and then she would set her own curriculum
This was followed by literature and then,oh dear,sex education!
After that,history ,then sex-ed again!
Clare looked down the timetable.There was a disproportionate amount of time set aside for sex education,she would have to speak to the head about it.
Sunday was spent walking in the nearby fells with a pub lunch thrown in as Clare cleared her head for the next days lessons
6am, the alarm went off.It was Monday morning and this was it....
Clare hauled herself out of bed and into the ensuite shower.As the hot spray alerted her from her drowsiness,she heard a knock on the door
"Who the hell is that at this time of the morning?" she thought.She wrapped a bathtowel around her,barely covering her, and walked through the bedroom to the lounge.She looked out of the side window to see who her morning visitor could be,but all she saw was the doorman,who she now knew to be the porter,shuffling off back across the playing fields in his usual furtive manner.
She opened the front door,and was surprised to see a bouquet of red roses propped up on her doorstep
"Oh my" thought Clare" I wonder who they're from,surely not the porter?"
She brought them in and looked for an accompanying card.A small gold envelope was attached which Clare excitedly opened
"Good luck on your first day" it read, "Believe in yourself"
No clue as to who they were from though.She went to the kitchen and rifled through the cupboards looking for a vase.She found an old glass urn that would suffice.Clare unwrapped the roses and carefully trimmed the ends to sit nicely in the vase.She counted them,"Ooh a dozen red roses" she thought "How romantic!"
She re-counted as she found a thirteenth stem,which looked as if the head had been deliberately truncated
"Odd" thought Clare as she added water to the vase,"Must be a stray that found its way in"
She went back into the bedroom and began to get dressed,just her underwear and a baggy jumper dress whilst she prepared her breakfast,and sat by the window gazing out across the playing fields to the imposing Gothic building that now constituted her workplace.
She watched the other staff arrive in their cars and thought it was time to get properly dressed.
Clare applied her make-up and dressed in her new work outfit.She checked her reflection.
Hair up or down? Down
Glasses or contacts? Contacts
Lippie? Subtle ,nude pink
Earrings? Studs I think ,for today
Perfume? It's a special day,has to be Chanel number 5
As she dabbed the scent on,she unbuttoned her blouse to reveal a bit more cleavage."Too much" she thought ,and refastened the top button."What the hell" she laughed and unbuttoned again.Her boobs looked good and she couldn't imagine the all-male school objecting.They weren't as big as Matrons but the surgeon had done an excellent job and with her increased salary she could get the enlargement she desired.
With a deep breath,she opened the door and headed down the path towards Settlewick College
Clare entered the staff common room for the first time.The other staff were standing around chatting loudly, predominately t adorned men of a certain age.Were they called teachers,tutors,masters,even professors? Clare was unsure and felt out of her depth slightly.She imagined in days gone by that they would have been holding forth through a haze of pipe and cigar smoke,but these days the only haziness was the steam from their coffee mugs.
As they turned in unison to acknowledge her,a younger man approached her,hand outstretched.
"Good morning,you must be Clare",he smiled and firmly shook her hand."I'm your partner in crime ,John Draper, I teach the science and maths to the rabble!" His hand lingered a little too long and his gaze fixated on her cleavage for a similarly uncomfortable amount of time
"Nice to meet you,John " said Clare, warily, "I'm sure I'll be asking you for lots of advice"
"Maybe you'd like to discuss it over dinner one night" he questioned
"My, you're a fast worker" thought Clare, before he continued with "My wife and I would be glad to have you over for dinner.Did you get the roses? My wife Christina's idea as a little welcome."
"Oh they were beautiful" replied Clare,with a sense of relief,"I'd love to come over"
Just then the bell rang "Ok,once more into the breach" quipped John and led the way to the Elders annexe
Clare entered her classroom and took in her surroundings,she arranged her desk to her liking and perused the register .13 pupils.She recalled there were only 12 beds in the dormitory.Maybe there was a non-boarder too.She counted the desks ,12 too."Strange" she thought
Then footsteps and loud voices.Her class began to file into the room.
"W'hay"
"Hello gorgeous"
"Morning Sir,....er, sorry,Miss.Haha"
Then a wolf whistle and the whispering started
"Ok,sit down please" she called out in her most forthright voice "We have a lot to get through"
She stood up and clapped her hands briskly."My name is Miss Brody,and I am your new humanities teacher.I'm sure we're all going to get along very nicely but I must ask you to be patient if I don't remember all your names immediately" she laughed nervously
"Please identify yourself as I call the register."
"Arden" "Hard-on, hard-on" trilled the Greek chorus as an embarrassed looking blond lad raised his hand and said "Yes miss"
"Attercliffe" "Yo baby" called out an athletic looking black lad from the back of the class,flashing Clare a cheeky smile
"Bates" a tall skinny sour looking lad rapped the desk sharply three times.Clare nodded sternly
"Dong" she called out,stifling a chuckle as a Chinese lad identified himself
"Farthingale" "aah the flasher" thought Clare
The next name,Featherstonehaugh,Clare knew was one of those peculiarly English names that posh people had and was pronounced totally unlike the spelling.
"Fanshawe" she confidently intonated ."Respect to you Miss" responded Featherstonehaugh with an impressed look."No one usually gets it right first time!"
"Hemmings" a disinterested grunt echoed back
"Hurst" a quiet sombre looking lad sitting next to Attercliffe raised his hand
"Mahmood" Clare assumed this was the Asian lad at the front and indeed it was
"Trousdale" "Lord Barry Trousers at your service my lady" he called out in a cocky voice
"Unwin" "Yeahhh" in a sinister drone
"Withering" a shy nod
"Zingo"
Clare paused
"Zingo?" she called again
"Absent" responded the class in unison
"OK" said Clare thoughtfully."Has anybody got any questions before we start?"
"Are you married miss?"
"No I'm not" she laughed "I meant about the lessons!"
"Course she's not married,div-brain" said Hemmings,"otherwise she'd be Mrs Brody"
"Not necessarily " said Clare,"can we get on?"
"I'll get it on with you Miss" called out another .Clare ignored the remark
"What's your first name miss?"
"It's Clare" she replied
"Can we call you Clare" continued the voice,she recalled him as Farthingale
"Is that how you addressed your previous tutor" she enquired
"No,but he wasn't called Clare!" The boys laughed,Clare smiled to herself.
"What happened to your last tutor" she continued.
"He fell off a cliff" intoned Unwin grimly
"No,really I mean,where did he go to"
"I told you ,he fell off a cliff" continued Unwin.
Clare's eyes widened in horror."Oh my, that's awful" she gasped " Where did this happen?"
"Geology field trip Miss,few weeks ago"
"Did anybody try to help him?" she asked desperately.
"Never saw anything" retorted Unwin " No-one did"
Clare looked pleadingly around the class
"Nobody saw anything" they chanted in unison
Clare felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up.What the hell was this place?
Attercliffe broke the uneasy silence."He went to Canada , miss'
Clare breathed a sigh of relief
"Fell off a cliff there" continued Attercliffe drolly and flashed a beaming grin at Clare.She laughed nervously,they nearly had her going there.
"Well" said Clare,composing herself,"Barring any fatal accidents,we shall finish the existing geology project,and the others outstanding,and then I intend us to do a comprehensive project that will encompass all the different subjects we cover.Is that clear to you all"
The skinny lad at the front put his hand up.Clare motioned him to speak
"So,for history we can discuss how many wanks I had last week, geography will be where I had them, literature will be which magazine I was looking at and sociology talking about how ashamed I should feel?"
The class laughed.Clare didn't.
"Thank you for your valued input Master....?"
"Bates" he replied with a wink
"Thank you for your input Master Bates, I'm sure......oh God" groaned Clare .She fell for that one without any help at all
"MISTER Bates", she continued."Please remember where you are"
"Master Bates,once a wanker always a wanker!" called out Featherstonehaugh.
"Fuck off fanny face" shouted back Bates ,throwing a screwed up piece of paper at him.The paper was thrown back and a scuffle ensued
"Gentlemen!!!" called out Clare to no effect
"Boys,stop fighting" she yelled at them.
Finally "CHILDREN ! PLEASE!"
They stopped in their tracks and looked sullenly at Clare
"Back to your desks,I shall treat you like children if you behave like them!"
"RIGHT!"Can we please continue
Clare turned to write on the board
'Properties of carboniferous limestone caves"
She was boring herself!
"Can you write it higher on the board" called out a voice from the back,"that's out of my eyeline"
Clare wiped off what she had started and reached up to the top left of the board,having to stand on tiptoe.
"Nice legs,miss" someone laughed and a couple of whistles followed "Reach a little higher so we can see up your skirt!"
Clare turned round , furiously blushing
"Enough of that,now!"
She began to discuss cave exploration and what it could tell about the geology of the cave .
"There's a word for that,miss" said Arden shyly
"Please tell the class Mr Arden"
"Spelunking,miss"
The classroom rippled with laughter
"Yes,it's an amusing word,but it is correct"
"I'd like to explore your cave miss,and spelunk in it!" called out Trousdale
Clare ignored and carried on,the students picking up on every possible double entendre they could .Clare found it tiresome.She was relieved when the bell went for morning break
Twenty minutes later,the class filed back in and resumed their seats,as well as their harassment, obviously buoyed on by their refreshments
"You got a boyfriend miss?"
"No"
"Why,are you a lezzer?"
"Are you teaching us sex education tomorrow, miss? Says so on timetable"
"Yes" said Clare hesitantly," But I'm sure you know plenty already"
"You doing a practical demonstration miss,I don't mind helping"
"How big are your tits miss?"
"Do you wear tights or stockings?"
"Do you suck your boyfriend off?"
"Do you spit or swallow?"
Clare was welling up but tried not to let it show
"You ever had a big black cock,miss" called out Attercliffe," cos this ones got your name on it"
"All calm down please " she screamed at them
"Ooh" said Hemmings," must be that time of the month"
Clare angrily threw her pen at Hemmings,it missed and landed on the floor behind the radiator.
Mahmood got up to retrieve it for her,"Leave it " she snapped and stormed over to the window She could see the pen behind the radiator and reached down to pick it up,but couldn't quite get it.She stood back up straight,and bent right over to the back of the radiator.
'Click' she heard.
She turned round to see Trousdale with his phone in his hand ,pointed towards her."Lovely pic of your legs and arse , miss.Got my entertainment for tonight"
Clare walked slowly back to her desk and sat down with her head in her hands.Trousdale walked up to her ,clutching her pen,and held it out to her.She reached to take it and Trousdale feigned to drop it.It rolled under the desk.
" Don't worry,I'll get it" he dived under her desk before she had the chance to stop him
"Oh miss", he exclaimed " I can smell your cunt"
Clare ran out of the room in tears towards the heads office She couldn't put up with this any longer
Clare knocked on the headmasters door,but no reply.She tentatively opened the door and looked around her.The room was empty,she was so upset she decided to sit and wait for him there.
She looked around the walls at the old portraits.On her last visit she had spent more time looking at the ceiling than the walls,this time she perused the decor .She saw the old army uniform and looked behind her to see a large portrait of an important looking man wearing the self same uniform
"General Sir Arthur Trousdale, our founder" spoke a voice behind her.Clare jumped to see the head master standing behind her.
"These are our founders and benefactors" he continued,gesturing at a rectangular arrangement of smaller portraits surrounding the central image.
"Trousdale?" questioned Clare.
"Yes" confirmed the head,anticipating her next question "Direct descendant,horrible little shit, wouldn't have him in the school if his family didn't own it"
Clare turned back to look at the other portraits.
Sir Unwin Unwin,she loved these ridiculous Victorian monikers
Sadiq Mahmood of Calcutta
The Right Honourable Josiah Featherstonehaugh
"Oh my god", Clare's eyes widened as she followed the line of 12 picture frames
Jonas Arden,Dr Marius Withering, Horatio Attercliffe, Erasmus Farthingale,Reverend Crispin Hurst,Professor Humbert Hemmings,Chi Wan Dong,Brutus A Bates.Finally,an empty frame bearing a tarnished nameplate,Admiral Ernest Zingo
Clare had trouble taking this all in,the symmetry was creeping her out.
"A bunch of thoroughly unpleasant gentlemen,if I can use the word.Bigoted,mean spirited,nasty,self serving autocrats who believed putting their money into a harsh, unsentimental education system could buy themselves a place in heaven" The head paused "The school was failing ,they took it over and turned it into the most brutal establishment in the isles.A legacy that still haunts us"
"I thought the school was older than that" wondered Clare
"Yes,founded originally in 1313 but everything but the name was obliterated when Trousdale and his fellows took it over"
"Interesting" thought Clare
She sat down at the desk."I need to talk to you "she began
She told the head about the harassment she had suffered and how uncomfortable she felt about teaching these ... people... sex education.
"They'll crucify me" she sobbed
"No Clare,follow your instincts.You can overcome their prejudices. You're an unknown quantity to these boys and you hold the element of surprise.
Embrace your sexuality, Clare.Use it before it loses its impact.Whatever you choose to do,you have my full support"
Clare's initial thoughts were that this was less than supportive but sensed she was getting little more from him
She walked dejectedly back to the classroom,to see her class had disappeared.She wiped her eyes,this was all going so badly for her.She collected her bag and paperwork and ran back to her cottage, took off her tights and shoes and lay face down on the bed sobbing.
She awoke a couple of hours later to hear voices outside of her window.She looked out and saw Attercliffe animatedly gesturing to Hurst about something.She watched them for a while ,unseen to them,and was amused to see the dynamic between them.Attercliffe the outgoing , talkative,cheeky spokesman,Hurst,strong and silent, the straight man to Attercliffes comic turn
They made as if to go,then Attercliffe turned abruptly and rapped on the front door.
"Oh hell" thought Clare,she looked in the mirror, her make up had run where she had been crying .She'd ignore them
The door knocked again,then she heard the handle turn.She cursed that she hadn't locked it.Attercliffe stuck his head around the doorway."Hey,Miss Clare,you here?"
Clare came out of the bedroom
"We've brought you a present miss" beamed Attercliffe.Hurst thrust out his right hand,holding a box of jelly babies
"Oh,thank you " whispered Clare,then noticed the box had been opened already.She found herself smiling and offered the box to her visitors .Then she noticed a note tucked inside the box,which she took out and read
'Dear Miss Clare Brody
We are very sorry about the way the class treated you today It was very rude and disrespectful to you and we never meant to make a pretty lady like you cry.We will try our best to make amends and not be rude to you again
Yours sincerely
P Attercliffe,J Hurst '
Clare read it and smiled. "Thank you " she said "I shouldn't be so sensitive.I know you're not bad boys really,just over exuberant"
"Oh be sure miss" reiterated Attercliffe,"there's a couple of nasty pieces of work in there.You be careful"
"Would you boys like a drink" she asked
"You got a beer?" chirped Attercliffe.
"No,tea or coffee, sorry.Im not sure I should give you alcohol anyway"
She adjusted her ruffled clothing and touched up her makeup as the kettle boiled.They sat and chatted casually, Attercliffe doing most of the talking ,but Hurst occasionally interjected with a witty comment ,he may have been out-talked by Attercliffe but he had more depth to him.Clare observed him,he was actually a very good looking young man,and for the right girl,the sort who liked the strong silent type,he was ideal boyfriend material.Attercliffe was shorter,muscular and energetic with a winning beaming smile .She enjoyed their company and appreciated their apologies.
They finished their tea and said their goodbyes "Don't worry miss, we'll square it with everyone" promised Attercliffe confidently.
Clare nodded and opened the front door for them She watched them walk down the garden path,Attercliffe gesturing to Hurst about something when she felt a rush of blood.
"Mr Attercliffe" she called out.He walked back up the path,his faithful lieutenant in his wake.
"Miss?" he looked at her quizzically
"In answer to your question....no I haven't" she blurted out
"You haven't?... What ..? ..."
"Had a big black cock" laughed Clare.
Attercliffe laughed back ,"Happy to help babe"
"You best come in then" said Clare
She ushered them in,Clare couldn't believe she was doing this.She walked through to the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed.She removed her dress and sat in her underwear
"Right" she said briskly,"let's see what you're so proud of"
Attercliffe pulled his t-shirt up over his head revealing his muscular black torso,replete with six pack.He then dropped his trousers and stepped out of them with a grin.
"Socks" ordered Clare,"If you want to understand women,you need to know socks have no room in the bedroom!"
Attercliffe laughed,as he stood in nothing but his Jockeys.Just then she spied Hurst waiting in the doorway.
"This isn't a spectator sport, Mr Hurst,are you coming or going?"
She beckoned towards him,"I think you're going to be coming" she confirmed.
Hurst stood to her right and stripped off to his boxers ,his hard cock pressing against the front opening until Clare adjusted it with a flick of her fingers,and it popped through.She began to slowly wank him as she turned back towards Attercliffe who was still grinning like a Cheshire Cat.
She spied a large bulge in his pants and pulled at them with her left hand Slowly she unleashed Attercliffes huge length ,not even fully erect but must have been 10".The black monster cock sprung out and Attercliffe stepped out of his pants,until he stood before her ,his hands on his hips,cheekily thrusting his dick at her
"What you think,Miss Clare?"
"You both have lovely cocks" she murmured, Hurst's still in her hand .She signalled to him to remove his boxers, revealing a huge pair of balls.Clare meant it,in fact ,although it wasn't as big,Hurst's cock was a decent size,thick with a big helmet and aesthetically the more pleasing.Attercliffe,now standing proud,was circumsised,his cock slightly thinner yet obviously longer and his balls tighter to his body.
Clare went back to stroking Hurst back and forth along his shaft,pulling back the tight skin protecting the head,whilst tickling the underside of Attercliffes shaft,firstly with her nails,then leaning forward, running her tongue underneath
"Aaahhh" groaned Attercliffe,"that's good miss" As she expected, Attercliffe gave a running commentary on how he was feeling,whilst Hurst shut his eyes and enjoyed in silence.
Clare eased her tongue up Attercliffes shaft,she was always a bit nervous with cut cocks as they lacked the foreskin to protect them,imagining that the knob would be ultrasensitive.No such worries with Hurst ,on whom she could hear the gentle flapping of the skin as it rhythmically passed his domehead back and forth.
Clare took Attercliffes swollen glans in her mouth and ran her tongue in a circular motion around the tip.She then performed the same motion on Hurst before taking the whole length in her mouth.She sucked their cocks in turn,a few slurps on one,then the other,then back again She was struck by the respective differences in taste ,Hurst's salty ,Attercliffes sweeter and muskier.Clare closed her eyes and edged her way along Hurst's shaft,taking care not to graze it with her teeth.She kept going until she felt her lips against his scrotum.Hurst grunted appreciatively,whilst Attercliffe exclaimed "Wow,miss,I never knew you could deep throat!"
Neither did Clare.Her eyes bulged as she looked up at the two lads in turn,Hurst now getting into a rhythm of fucking her throat.Thinking she was going to gag,Clare extricated herself,her mouth full of saliva and her eyes streaming.
"Shove that black cock up my arse" she ordered Attercliffe and positioned herself on her knees with her bum towards him She returned Hurst's cock to her mouth and swallowed it back down inside.Attercliffe positioned himself on the bed behind Clare and pulled at her panties.Clare slapped his hand away and pulled them to one side,to reveal her opening.She was about to mention lube when she heard Attercliffe spit and his index finger was pushed up her without warning. Clare yelped although the sound was muffled slightly due to the fact it was full of Hurst's pulsating prick. She felt his finger working in and out of her hole,and she relaxed as his saliva did it's job as a makeshift lubricant.But her respite didn't last long as she felt Attercliffe close right up to her and the tip of his cock pressed against her bum cheeks.
"Brace yourself, miss" he called out and she felt his end push into her tight opening,painful yet pleasurable.He pushed further,easing himself in until he passed the point of her natural resistance.Clare felt a surge through her anus and into her belly as he began to thrust himself vigorously inside her.Clare momentarily let go of Hurst's cock from her wet mouth and gritted her teeth.This wasn't gentle anal sex like the headmaster had delivered.This was brutal arse fucking from a young fit virile stud.Yes brutal was the word,and she was loving it.Her eyes rolled in pleasure as Attercliffe banged her so hard the bed shook.She felt him put his hands on her inner thigh and his fingers probe towards her wet cunt..... except they didnt.Attercliffe stopped as he reached the protrudance in her knickers
"Wow miss, you got a big clit!Uhh?....."
Clare shut her eyes,she knew this was going to end badly.Attercliffe felt around inside her knickers,leant forward and whispered in her ear
"It will be our secret Clare" and to her astonishment,gently kissed her cheek.
Attercliffe pulled Clare's panties down and her useless, unwanted penis swung gently ,free from its confinement.Attercliffe cupped it in his hand from behind then without another word,he re-entered Clare and began fucking her again.This time it seemed even more vigorous,his cock seemed harder and longer,she swore she could feel his balls slapping against her arse.Was she really taking a whole ten inches? She opened her eyes and saw Hurst ,still erect,waiting patiently,stroking his cock next to her face.She took him back in her mouth,clamping her lips around his thick twitching muscle.
From behind , Attercliffe thrust savagely,Clare lurched forward , running her mouth along Hursts shaft until her mouth hit his balls.And then again,and again.The pulsating action ,the three of them all violently rocking together made Clare tremble,Hurst trembled in unity with her,every thrust that Attercliffe made,effecting to push Hurst's cock further into Clare's throat.
She never felt him cum,she was too shaken from the rough fucking.But she saw him shudder and she heard him shout out,and she could taste it at the back of her throat,that unique wet/dry feeling that you only feel after swallowing a hot load of semen.
Clare felt exhausted but Attercliffe was still banging away behind her.Hurst removed himself from her and she licked his wilting cock clean of spunk.Attercliffe groaned "my turn miss" and pulled his cock out of her.He span her round on the bed to face him,he held his cock tightly in his hand as Clare looked up at him,eyes wide open, silently pleading for her reward.She opened her mouth,still wet with saliva and cum,her mascara pouring down her cheeks,her eye shadow caked on her eyelids ,her lipstick smeared across her lower jaw.Attercliffe jerked his cock, pinching the head between thumb and forefinger and shot a thick jet of cum directly into her mouth,the pressure so intense she felt like it had pierced the back of her throat .Another rope followed,Clare gulped it down greedily ,before enveloping her mouth over Attercliffes erupting cock,3..,4..,5...6 spurts all gratefully devoured .Thinking he'd finished, Clare released her grip and lifted her head away from Attercliffes cock only to receive a tardy jet of sperm which landed on her lips.Attercliffe beamed at her,hardly having broken a sweat.
"So how long have you been a man, miss?" he asked playfully.
"I'm a woman" insisted Clare, "in every way that's important.But I need to finish my physical transition which is why I've come here,I couldn't afford to do it without this wage"
"We'll look after you ,Miss,won't we Hursty?" His right hand man nodded sagely."Best get you cleaned up, babe"
The three of them tidied themselves up and got dressed.Clare saw them to the door,and kissed them both gently .She looked out of the window and saw a couple of younger boys walking the path past the cottage
"Perhaps you should use the back door" she turned and said to them
"You know me too well" quipped Attercliffe.
(To be continued)
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