Part 1: Male Pedo Lessons

Story codes: M/b, F/b, pedo

It was decades ago but we all start somewhere.

I was 10 or maybe about to turn 10 when Mr. W took an interest in me at the government boarding school I'd been sent to, long gone now. He was an old German man and very popular with the lads. All the lads liked W and he was very, very fond of us. You felt special if he took an interest in you.

'I feel that you are a very mature boy,' he said to me in his still heavily accented voice that day in his room. 'Are you, do you think, a mature boy?'

'I think so sir' I replied sitting in the comfy armchair in front of him.

'Shall we find out?' He asked but before I answered, 'stand up here in front of me and let us see.'

I was quite pleased to do as he asked and knowing what I knew from the others about 'old wanker' as us boys called him, I felt quite at ease as he started unbuttoning the fly buttons of my short grey trousers.

'Ach, yes I see I am correct' he said smiling at me. His hand had snaked its way in through my open fly, and with his fingers entering the Y of my wool pants he was cupping and fondling my boy bits. 'Quite mature, as I was informed.'

I suppose in some ways it was a bit of a tradition of our school and many boys were keen to receive their first sexual encounters from at least one of our boy lover teachers at that time. I suppose it didn't suit all boys but many, many of us were keen to be singled out. Part of the tradition was that us boys having established ourselves we would then suggest to the teacher or teachers who had showed an interest as to other young boys who were also keen. A lot of adult teacher boy lover homosexuality was very much encouraged by us boys. We were keenly ripe to have our little cocks wanked off and sucked and bumming, no matter how painful it might have felt at first, was something many of us soon got used to. It didn't take long to get the craving.

'But are you very mature' he said? 'Let us find out, shall we?'

Encouraged to drop my pants he set about masturbating my hairless little stiffy.

'Not so big as it might have been but, no matter' he said as he continued to rub me, 'but can we make the juice, that is the question. Well can we?'

'A bit sir' I said as he wanked me off. 'I did make a bit one time.'

'Does it feel good' he said. 'Massaging you, does it feel exciting?'

'Oh yes it does sir' I replied and indeed it did. It felt exhilarating.'

'You are enjoying it, ja?' He said smiling at me. 'You are wanting this caring homosexual experience, ja? You are asking me to do this, isn't it?'

'Yes please sir' I replied

'Good, good,' he said as started undoing his own fly. 'You will become one of my favourite homosexual boys I think. Will you like that?'

'Yes sir' I said and I meant it too.

'And here is my penis.' He said. 'What are you thinking of my penis?'

I stared down at his fat, red, glistening cock knob which was now sticking out of his fly. It looked like a stubby reddish mushroom or maybe toadstool. 'It's big and fat sir' I said.

'Ja, ja, it is as you say.' He said. 'But it is not so big, I think. It is just right for the pleasure of boys your age and something good for you to experience. And can you see the juices? I think so. Now you will come closer please, that's it, closer.' He placed one hand on my bottom and manouvered me into place. 'Here we are. We will rub our penises together I think, ya?'

He caused my little penis to go tip to tip with his and then sliding his hand he managed to grasp both of our penises together, which were now in a knob to knob rubbing position, and he wanked us off in tandem. His panting didn't seem to take long before a large gush of white cream oozed from his hand.

'Ja, ja' he moaned as he fell back into his chair panting. 'Ja that is good, very good. It is always good to be fast. You will learn this from me. You will learn to be a fast juicer.'

I was left standing there with his sperm dripping from my cock which was still in little stiffy form.

'Come. Come' he said 'come and stand up on here. Put your feet on my chair either side of me. Ja, that's it. Put your hands on the back of the chair to steady yourself. Ja, that is it.'

And in that standing position I was in, he put his hands on my bare buttocks and pressed my hips towards his face so that he could suck me off. It seemed to go on for ages and at some point I felt his fingers starting to probe my anus which excited me with a feeling I hadn't experienced before and this in turn made me force my hips harder into his face. In a way I suppose it was my first fuck experience because I started thrusting hard in and out of his mouth until I suddenly felt a very pleasant little explosion.

'Ach, ja' he suddenly said. He had let my little throbbing member pop out of his mouth as it spurted, but almost as soon as he let it out, he was back on it and sucking me in a very hard manner until the point where I felt it go limp.

'Mmmmm' he said licking his lips. 'So, you are mature but not so mature yet. It is watery boy juice, but it is good juice. We will soon make it creamy. You are feeling good, ja?'

'Mmmm' I was panting now. 'Yes sir. Did I do it right?'

'Oh ja' he said. 'And you are enjoying this?' He was still fingering me.

'Yes sir' I said.

'And this, now? Are you enjoying this?' He asked as I felt a second finger probing me.

'Nghhhhhh,' I stared panting faster. It hurt but it was a kind of pleasant hurt. 'Yeah, yuh, ah, ah, mmmm.'

'Ja, it is something you will get used to.'

Bumming came later, after the initial grooming, but I soon got used to that. Although not realising it at the time, he had a very small penis. A micro penis, it was more knob than anything else and he preferred us boys to straddle him and sit on it. 'Ja, you are fucking me boy. It is something you are doing to me. You are choosing to fuck me, your teacher. Is this correct?'

'Yes' I would say and I knew from other boys that we would all be asked the same and give the same answer.

He would ask other questions such as 'what is it that you wish to do? Are you asking me to have sex with you? Are you fucking me, boy, is that it?'

And I, and the rest, would reply in a way that would indicate it was our choice and desire to have homosexual relations with him.

It had benefits of course.

By the time I was 11, I had my own little harem of fuck toy boys as an appointed boys' bedroom prefect in charge of boys aged 8 to 9 with one 10 year old. At night I was able to select any 'bed-bug' I wanted to sleep with me and if I felt like it, 'bed-bugs.'

There were eight in my bedroom, including me, so I had seven little homo bug toys for my pleasure.

If I wanted to be wanked or sucked I would just select who I wanted by calling them over and making sure that the rest watched. It was dark but eyes soon become accustomed. Sometimes I would tell them all to strip off and display themselves by kneeling or standing on their beds. And sometimes I would pair them up naked in their beds indicating who should do what and have them simulate sex and as they did that I would select one of them and bum him while the other five stood around and watched. A lot of jealousy would build up based on sexual tension where it was noticed that I favoured one more than the others.

Occasional bedroom checks in the night weren't a problem because our house master was Mr W and on the few occasions he made nightly inspection visits, he always looked on approvingly at whatever lust was going on. He never interrupted but then he knew that I knew that I would later be passing on information to him that would prove useful to his advantage.

It was just the system then I suppose. His favourites, such as me, would be able to pass on information to him as to other choice prospects he might wish to groom for his own boy bumming pleasures.

Education is certainly a good thing. END OF PART 1

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Part 2: Female Pedo Lessons

And then there were the holidays.

I was staying with Gran, it doesn't really matter why but Mam wasn't very well I was told and so Gran was looking after me. I was 11.

'Now listen' Gran said. 'I've got a student staying with us and you're to be very polite to her, do you understand? She's one of them foreigners. She's a paying guest, so I expect you to behave. And mind me young man, she's a bit large, but she's very, very nice and I don't want any giggling about the way she looks.'

I can't remember where she came from exactly but she was one of those European girls. Well not a girl, she was a woman alright but she wasn't very old. I'm not really sure how old but probably between 20 and 25. She was also a fatty.

'I'll be in most morning when she goes to college or whatever it is she does' Gran said, but she'll be back in the afternoons and she'll be in all afternoon in the week. So when I go out she'll be here in the afternoons to keep an eye on you.'

As it turned out Gran would go out about midday and never got back until around six, and the student woman wouldn't get back until anytime between around one and two in the afternoon. So this gave me one or maybe two idle hours on my own in the house which I put to enjoyable use.

Once Gran was gone I would go up into the student's room, strip off, find and slip on a pair of her big knickers and then as I looked at myself in the mirror I would wank off into them. But the best part was that, once I'd spunked her knickers, I would scrunch them up and then stick them into the back of her knickers' drawer. My idea was that some days later she'd be putting them on and walking about in them and without a clue that she was wandering about with my spunk rubbing against her fanny. I didn't know that much about girls' fannies then, but I knew enough from what the other lads said and from a few pictures from mucky magazines that someone might have got hold of. One thing I did know was that our cocks and our spunk was supposed to go in girls's fannies.

I used to really enjoy wanking off into her knickers and sometimes I'd chance it and do it twice or more. I think the expression is, pushing the envelope, but I pushed it too far one day.

'WHAT ARE YOU DOING' I heard one early afternoon as I stood there wanking off into a pair of big green girls' knickers. I'd been concentrating on my reflection in the mirror and hadn't heard her come in.

She'd come home earlier than she had ever done before. There was really nothing I could say. There I was standing naked, except for her knickers, and holding my little boy cock in the act of wanking it off.

'I WILL BE TELLING YOUR GRANDMOTHER ABOUT THIS' she was really angry.

Of course this set me off begging and pleading with her not to say anything and I was in an awful state.

You just can't tell with people, can you?

She was shouting and storming about the place. I was just a mess of jelly. My little penis had shriveled away to practically nothing. I was completely humiliated standing there in just her knickers and she just shouted and shouted and shouted.

'Please don't tell her' I whined and whined and then suddenly she sat down on the bed and just stared at me for what seemed ages. Then she spoke and although her voice sounded odd to me, I understood her.

'Very well' she said. 'I might agree to not telling your grandmother if you do as I say. If you accept my punishment and promise not to say anything about this, I will promise not to tell your grandmother.'

'Yes' oh yes I promised alright. I would probably have promised anything, and in a way I did I suppose.

Sitting there perched on the side of the bed she pulled her skirt further back and told me to come towards her. She then told me to lay over her fat knees and also informing me that she would give me a good spanking. I went straight over asking no questions. We were used to being given beatings back then.

I lay there and heard her heavy breathing at first and then I felt her tug my, or rather her, knickers down and then I felt her fat podgy hand belting my bottom. It hurt very little really. I'd been given far worse.

'You are a very bad boy' she started saying between slaps. 'What are you?'

'A bad boy' I replied.

'You are a bad, bad boy' she said. 'You like wearing girl's panties, you are a sissy boy, what are you?'

'A bad boy' I yelped. I'd never heard the word panties before but I understood what she'd meant. I'd always called them knickers.

'You are a sissy boy' she shouted, 'what are you?'

'A sissy boy' I yelped back. And after a number of slaps and other commands something funny happened. As she continued slapping me with one hand I suddenly felt her other hand start to fondle my limp penis.

'ARE YOU A SISSY BOY' she shouted?

'YES' I shouted back.

'SHALL I TELL YOUR GRANDMOTHER SHE HAS A SISSY BOY?'

'NO PLEASE DON'T DO THAT.'

'SHALL WE TELL HER I HAVE GIVEN YOU A GOOD SPANKING WHEN SHE GETS HOME THIS EVENING?'

'NO, NO, PLEASE DON'T TELL HER.'

And as the spanking continued, she continued fondling me to the point that I got hard again. She was masturbating me and I suddenly came in her hand, just a little but I knew my watery boy spunk had splashed out again. Then the spanking stopped. I lay there panting on her knees for a while not daring to move and I could hear her panting too.

'Tomorrow' I heard her say 'you will be given another lesson. Now go to your room and stay there until your grandmother gets home.'

Gran got home later and although I was very worried, nothing happened. Everything seemed very normal as the three of us sat there and had our tea and I certainly wasn't going to say anything about the day's events. And then I went to bed feeling a lot less nervous. I think they call that the calm before the storm.

The next day began normally but before Gran left at her usual time, unusually the fat student woman came home.

'Oh that's nice love' my Gran said to her when she walked in. 'Been shopping have you?'

'Yes' she said smiling a fat smile 'and I've got something special here for your grandson but I'll wait until we have tea to give it to him so you'll be able to see it properly.'

'Oh right then' said Gran and she left soon after that.

'Come up to my room' the fat student commanded and so up I went.

'Right' she said 'you can have some of your new presents now. We'll just keep one back for your grandmother to see later. Here you are, go to your room and put them on and then come back here.' She handed me a shopping bag and off I went.

I couldn't believe what I was looking at when I turned the bag out on my bed but I knew I had to put them on.

'Oh don't you look the pretty little girl' she said when I nervously went back into her room. 'Come here and let me smarten you up a bit. You might be a sissy but you're not a very well dressed little sissy, are you?'

She'd bought me a girls' outfit to wear. It consisted of a pair of pink frilly knickers, white cotton pull on bra which must have been a girl's starter bra, short grey pleated girl's skirt, a girl's white blouse with frilly bits on it and a pair of white cotton ankle socks with pink frilled turn downs.

'Well, do you like it then' she said pushing her hand up my skirt. 'Oh yes, I can see that you do or rather I can feel that you do.'

I was really embarrassed but at the same time I have to admit, I felt excited too.

'You wanted to be a girl, well now you are' she said and she started taking her dress off, in fact she stripped off. She had the biggest pair of titties I'd ever seen. 'Come here, come closer.'

Sitting on the edge of the bed again she opened her knees giving me a good eyeful of her fanny and I remember clearly that there wasn't any hair on it. She positioned me between her opened legs and then she forced me down onto my knees and pulled my head into her fanny and told me to lick her.

She held my head quite firmly making sure I satisfied what she wanted and after a while, but still holding my head, she leaned back and started moaning. After I don't know how long she started pulling at me and she made me lie on top of her. She fiddled about in my knickers and getting my little penis out she made me stick it in her fanny, and clasping me over my buttocks she had me fuck her until I came.

'Now don't you forget' she said after I came the first time. 'Just one word from you and your grandmother will find out all about your dirty little secret. Do you understand?'

'Yes' was all I could say.

'And you'll stay dressed like that until 4 o'clock' she told me. 'And then you'll take those clothes off and give them to me to look after until tomorrow. You'll stay here in my room and do what I tell you. Do you understand?'

'Yes' I said and she went down on me and started sucking my little soft penis.

'You'll be doing that to me again as soon as you can' she said.

Gran came home at her usual time of 6 o'clock and during tea the student produced a little package wrapped up in pink paper.

'Oooh' said Gran after I had unwrapped it. 'What a beautiful scarf. You'll like that, won't you love. That'll keep you nice and warm. Isn't that nice? Say thank you.'

Later when me and Gran were on our own she leaned close and whispered 'it's alright love. I know you probably won't like that scarf much seeing as it's pink. That's really a girl's colour but she's been so kind and don't forget, she is a foreigner. They probably don't know much about us and boys. Just wear it once or twice so she can see you wearing it. You won't need to wear it when she's gone. She's a bit silly really, buying a young lad like you a pink scarf, but there you are. We just have to put up with some things now and again. She won't be here in your next holidays.'

That student woman made me lick and fuck her for four hours a day, five afternoons a week and for about three weeks. She kind of made me her dildo.

Education tells us that it's not only men who are pedo's. END OF PART 2 NOTE: The author will be pleased to answer any queries / comments readers might have at: alleypussy@protonmail.com

Part 3: More Male Pedo Lessons

It was accidental in a way. Being 12 I could roam a bit further in the holidays and I now had a little bit of money in my pocket. Gran saw to that.

I was walking into town one day and had taken a different route when I got a little bit lost. I wasn't scared or anything like that. I knew where I was generally but it was just slightly new to me. I also got caught short a bit and needed the toilet. Luckily I saw a public convenience and nipped in. I only wanted a piss but when I walked in I saw some cubicles in front of me. There were only three cubicle doors and they all seemed open but one of the doors was wide open. I could see things written and drawn on the walls and it attracted me so I went in and locked the door. It was great. It was like being in an Aladdin's cave of sex. The walls and the back of the door were covered in graffiti and it was disgustingly perverted and wonderful.

There were big drawings of cocks and cunts and there were all kinds of stuff written there. I couldn't wait to read it all and I was shaking with excitement.

I dropped my pants and start playing with myself as I looked at and read all the stuff. A lot of it was stuff about what people liked doing or wanted to do or in some cases, had done, or so it said. There were also messages from people who wanted to meet up. There were telephone numbers and sometimes actual names but my favourite of all was a big box that someone had drawn up on the back of the door and with a heading.

'WANTED FOR SEX MEET HERE, LITTLE LADS AND OR LASSES. WILL PAY, FILL IN BELOW'

And underneath there was a box with headed columns.

LAD or LASS - AGE - DATE MEET - TIME MEET

That had my heart beating and my wanking speed increased. I spunked all over the back of the door. After pulling my pants up I had a quick look into the other two cubicles before I left with my heart pumping fit to burst out of my chest and I didn't properly notice an old man walking in as I walked out and I kind of bumped into him. I said sorry and he said something but I hurried off feeling so excited that I knew I'd be making more visits.

It took me a couple of days to find the place again but the next time I visited I took something with me. I'd enough money to go into one of those cheap shops where I'd bought a pack of girls's knickers. Three in a packet, just cheap cotton things they were but I'd got the taste now. I liked wearing them for wanking in, it felt dead sexy and I had a pair in my pocket.

When I got there the second time only one of the cubicles was open so I went in there. It was the same one I'd spunked off in before. I didn't think about it, I just darted in and locked the door. This time after dropping my pants, I sat down on the bog seat. It might have been better if I'd done that the first time. It might have saved me from the shock.

I'd slipped the knickers on but had my little prick sticking out of the side. I was playing with it and looking around the walls reading the graffiti when I heard a strange noise, a rasping type noise which I couldn't understand at first.

'Es-av-a-ook' I seemed to be hearing. 'Oh-it-ad, ets-ee-it.'

I looked all about me but I couldn't work out what it was. It seemed to be a sound coming from below me and that caused me to bend lower down and try to listen more, but I still couldn't make it out.

'What' I whispered in a very low tone back at the noise. I was looking all around and then I noticed that the toilet paper hanging down from the holder was kind of blowing or moving inwards towards me. So I pulled it off. At first I couldn't see any reason for it to have moved and then I suddenly noticed something that looked like a hole. I bent lower down and sure enough there was a hole and staring right back at me was an eye. It gave me a shock and I leaned back upright with a jolt and at the same time I heard a kind of a bang sound.

'Go on lad, let's have a look' a voice seeming to now come from above my head said, 'show it lad, let's see it, go on.'

There was a face staring down at me from over the top of the cubicle wall. He must have been standing on the bog to peer over because the walls weren't low in height.

I shot up from my seat.

'Come in here lad' he said in a hissing tone, 'come on. I'll suck it for you. You'll like it, come on, come in my cubicle. I'll open the door for you.'

I was shaking like a leaf as I bent down and started pulling my pants up so I could leg it out of the door but when I finally got it opened with my hands shaking there he was standing in front of me.

'Come on lad. Don't be shy' he said putting a hand on my shoulder quite firmly. 'Come on in here, come on, I'll rub it off for you. I've seen you here before, come on, quickly, come on. I know who you are lad. Come on.'

It was like one second I was in one cubicle and the next, I was in another with this old man.

'Let's get these pants off, eh' he hissed as he pulled them down to my ankles. I was a bag of nerves.

'Oh these are sexy knickers aren't they lad. You like wearing girls' knickers, you dirty little bugger' he was saying as he pulled my little dick out and started masturbating it.

'I'll sit here, eh' he hissed as he held onto my cock and lowered himself onto the bog seat. 'Come here you little bitch and let me suck you off.'

I just stood there and let him gobble me off as he clamped me around my buttocks and pulled me into him. And then I heard what sounded like a knock on the door. The old perv blew my cock out and hissed 'come in, it int locked.'

As I turned my head to one side I felt the old pervert start sucking me again and I saw another old man push his way in and then close the door behind him.

'Hello lad' he hissed. 'I love your sexy knickers' and I felt both of his hands push themselves inside the waist band and down over my bare buttocks. 'I'm going to pull his knickers off, alright?'

'Can't you just pull 'em to one side' the old perv who was sucking me hissed after spitting my cock out again.

'Why don't we tek him home' the man behind me hissed. 'It'd be more fun there.'

'Aye, maybe you're right' the cock sucker hissed. 'Come on lad. You come back to ours for some cock fun. We only live round corner, very near here. Come on, pull your pants up. We've got some lovely things for you to look at. Come on, hurry up.'

There wasn't much I could do to protest especially being sandwiched between the two of them. They had me out of the door between them and marching off to their house. It was a bit like a dream.

They had a little terraced house, an old poor looking place it was. I knew of such places and they tended to be lived in mainly by older people.

'In you come lad, in you come and get them pants off' one of them said. They seemed to as excited as I was, more maybe. 'Here have a look at this' one of them said and a magazine was thrust at me to look at.

I stood there looking at the magazine as my pants and knickers were dragged down and as I felt my cock being sucked again, fingers also probing my anus. The magazine was good and there were loads of pictures of men having sex with boys and girls around my age and younger. It was one of those child porn magazines you can still come across today.

'I can't get it up properly' the man standing behind me said as I felt him push himself against me. 'I can't fuck him like this.'

The man sucking me off just seemed to grunt.

'Oh fuck' the man behind me said 'I can't do it, I can't get the fucking thing up him, I'm too fucking soft.' And it was just about then that I came in the other man's mouth.

'Oh fucking hell that's so fucking good' the man kneeling in front of me said. 'Fucking little lad watery boy cum, I fucking love it, love it I fucking do, nowt better than watery boy cum.'

'I can't fucking fuck him' the other man kept complaining.

'Of course you fucking can't' the other man kneeling said. 'I doubt I can either.'

'Well what we going to do then' the man behind whined.

'Oh stop your fucking moaning' the man kneeling started pulling himself slowly up. 'The little lad's going start by sucking us cocks off, aren't you lad? And when he's ready again, he can fuck you, can't you lad? Go on lad, get on your knees and start sucking my mate's little fat soft cock. You'll like that, you little bitch. Go on, get down and get sucking.'

I did as he told me and started to suck the old man's cock. I knew what to do from school experiences. It wasn't that much of a burden with the exception of having to suck a soft cock for what turned out to be such a long time.

'You tell me if you cum and I'll start fiddling with him to get him hard again and then when he is, he can fuck you up the bum, alright?' My former cock sucker said to the old man I was sucking.

'Yeah alright then mate' soft cock said. 'Are you going to try and fuck him then?'

'There's not much fucking point, is there' the other one said as he started stuffing a finger up my anus. 'Oh he's got such a lovely tight arsehole. I wish I could give him a good seeing to. He's a sexy little bitch isn't he? With them girl's knickers, he's a right little fuck moppet.'

'Aye he is that' the other man said as I carried on sucking him. 'Do you know him then?'

'Kind of' the man finger frigging me said. 'I saw him around the bogs and I followed him. I lost him but I saw him another day and I followed him to where he lived. I know where he lives and who he lives with. He'd better be a good little lad or he'll find trouble soon enough.'

'Oh this is good you know' the other man said. 'He's a right good little cock sucker.'

'We'll not be the first he's had, I'll be bound. I love his little prick, nice little balls too, very lickable. He'll get hard soon, you wait and see. They can get hard several times in quick succession at his age.'

'Is it big enough to fuck with then?'

'I don't know. You might have to sit on him. It's a skinny little thing, about two or maybe two and a half long. He might be able to bum you. You'll have to wait and see, won't you?'

'Yeah, yeah, oh this is good, really good.'

'I'll start sucking him off again. I'll get under him and I'll finger him. That might speed things up a bit.'

He never really did cum, neither of them did apart from some sticky leakage but I ended up being made to fuck both of them up their old bum holes. Once I'd fucked and cum up the first old man I had to get back sucking the other and then when the other one had got me hard again, I fucked the second one. And while I was fucking one, the other fingered me and got me to look at other magazines. They seemed to have a lot of child porn magazines.

'Don't be a stranger.' They said to me as they hustled me out of the doorway when they'd had their full fill of me. 'You know where we live and you can always find us at the bogs. We'll be keeping an eye out for you and don't worry. We know where you and your Granny live. Any trouble and she'll be receiving one of our magazines in the post. And it'll be addressed to you, so watch yourself lad.' END OF PART 3

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Part 4: More Female Pedo Lessons

I was 13 and back at school after another holiday. We had a new nurse.

There were always two of them. One had been there ages and long before I'd started. She was a right old battle axe and she knew what went on. Sometimes, if we came back from a teacher's room late at night, she'd suddenly appear, scowl and say something like, 'you dirty little boy, get to bed.'

She knew alright, she knew what went on and that was the funny thing really. She knew what went on but she obviously never said anything about it.

And then there was the other one. They seemed to come and go. They never seemed to stay long. I'm not even sure they were real nurses. They might have just been helpers or something like that.

Nurse C had arrived and we were all talking about her for the first few days. The usual boy stuff was being talked, the imaginations of boys and no doubt most of it wildly incorrect.

She seemed to be a soft drippy little thing and she had a silly weak voice but most of us made a bit of a fuss of her. She must have been in her mid to late 30's. Most of the lads said that they liked wanking off thinking about her in bed at night and it became a bit of a competition as to who would be able to get her to look at their cock first.

One night one of my little fuck bugs started coughing quite violently after I'd had him suck me off.

The coughing went on a lot longer than I was used to and I got a bit worried. Nurse C had a room on our floor and it was our duty to find an adult in the case of any problems and at any time of night. So I put my dressing gown on and went to knock at her door.

She opened it fast enough and was wearing her night clothes which included a female robe, one of those silly frilly things, things I quite like.

I told her what the problem was and she told me to go and wait inside her room while she dealt with the matter. I don't know why she told me to wait inside, but I did as I was told.

It seemed to be ages but eventually she returned. I stood up from the little wooden chair I'd sat in as soon as she walked into the room but she told me to sit down again. I sat down and watched as she removed her robe and hung it on a hook at the back of the door she'd just closed.

'You did very well calling me out like that' she said smiling and walking towards me. 'Very well indeed and I shall tell your house master what a good job you did.'

'Thank you' I said as I watched her move towards and sit on the bed. She was wearing a very low cut flimsy nighty.

'Yes' she said in that silly voice of hers. 'Everything is fine, he'll be alright. He probably just brought something up in his sleep and that caused the coughing, but he's fine now.'

I didn't mention the wad of spunk I'd shot down his throat a few minutes earlier.

'Right then' I said as I stared down her cleavage.

Her hand suddenly shot out and she touched my knee. I was wearing my pajamas, but my dressing gown was open. 'You did very, very well.'

Everything seemed to happen very fast after that. Perhaps I thought she meant I was to get up and go at that moment. I remember shooting up into a standing position and meant to say something like, 'well I'll go back to bed then shall I' but instead I think I said 'oh.'

As I stood up, my erection caused by her low cut nightie popped out of the slit in my pajama bottoms.

'Oooh' she said, perhaps in reply to my 'oh' and with her arm and hand still stretched out towards me, since she had had her hand on my knee, I heard her say, 'that's alright, it's nothing to be embarrassed about.'

I can't remember now if I first felt or saw what she had done as I looked down at myself, but one thing was for sure, she was now holding my little exposed penis.

'I take it as a compliment' I heard her silly voice say. 'It's ok, really. Come here, come closer, that's it. It's really not a problem at all. Does that feel nice?'

I just nodded and continued staring down at myself. She was holding my stiffy in one hand and caressing it with the other.

'Good' she cooed. 'We'll keep this our little secret, shall we?'

I nodded again.

'I think that's best, don't you?' She said. 'Just shuffle a little more towards me.' And still holding me she leaned back onto her bed and then threw her legs sideways so that she ended up lying on her back.

'Kneel here, on the bed, that's it' she said. I knelt there next to her and she raised her nighty up over her hips. 'Shall I pull my knickers off or would you like to do it?'

I did it and I did it without saying a word. She didn't have any hair on her cunt either.

She parted her legs and then made me kneel in between them and still holding my prick with one hand she used the other to pull me down on top of her, and then she inserted me into her soaking wet fanny. I slipped in without any of the fuss that it took when bumming lads.

'Mmmmmm' she moaned as my little cock went in and then, now that she had both hands free, I felt them slip inside the back of my pajama bottoms and she squeezed my buttocks hard.

Her nails were a bit sharp.

She started grunting as she made me fuck her. She thrashed about a lot more than any of the boys I'd fucked. She even bit me one time. Luckily it was on my shoulder and over my dressing gown so it didn't leave that much of a mark. Well not as much as the scratch marks she left on my bottom.

She grunted and she moaned and she kept telling me I was her sweet lover and that I was to take her anytime I wanted her, and that it was to be our lover's secret. She was really silly. Of course I hadn't long before spunked and I knew it would be ages before I spunked again. So, she had me fuck her for close to an hour before I splashed her. She just lay there moaning for ages after I'd made my deposit. I wasn't that sure what to do so I asked her if she wanted me to lick her fanny. She loved that.

I didn't get much sleep at all that night.

I told Mr W about it all later, naturally. We had no secrets. He seemed quite pleased and later on he told me he'd had a quiet word with her. After that she was obliged to take certain boys on Mr W's instructions. It became a sort of reward to certain selected boys, rewards that could only be handed out by him and of course in return for certain favours granted to him by certain boys.

I got to fuck her when I wanted after that, as long as I cleared it with Mr W that is.

She pretended to be a little bit angry with me at first but it was all just silly female nonsense because in her favour she was getting seen to and pleasured almost every night. She was almost getting a different preteen or just-a-teen boy cock spunking up her cunt every night.

And boys just don't care where their spunk goes at all, as long as it keeps shooting out somewhere.

The lives we lead and our likes and dislikes are quite often down to the education and the environment we grow from I would say. I still love a stiff little dicky but my preferences for cunt matured into a liking for the naturally smooth, puffy and very tight only. END OF PART 4

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