that you won't be able to sit down for a week, you dirty little rascals. How long have you two cads been skulking outside this door?' Clayton demanded angrily. But, before either of us could answer, Mrs. Dickerson now made an appearance. She looked somewhat dishevelled and she too was only dressed in a blue silk robe.
However, when she spoke it was in a far calmer tone. 'Stop shouting at the poor lads, Julian, there is no call to make a scene,' she admonished. Then she whispered something in Julian's ear. He listened intently to what she had to say and then, with a grunt, he disappeared back into the bedroom. Mrs. Dickerson turned to us and added with a sweet smile: 'Boys, would you please wait outside for a few moments for me, I won't keep you very long.' A couple of minutes later, the door opened and a now fully clothed, grim-faced Julian Clayton stormed by us without a word. 'What the heck has been going on here?' asked George, bewildered. I couldn't resist giving him a little dig in the ribs with my elbow as I sniggered: 'Use your loaf, George, what do you think Julian and Mrs. Dickerson were doing in there – practising first aid?' 'Well, you could say that in a manner of speaking,' said Mrs. Dickerson, who I had not seen open the door when George asked his question. 'But come inside and I will give you both a fuller explanation.' She stood aside as we entered the bedroom and she locked the door behind us. We stood somewhat awkwardly in front of her as she sat down on the bed and, looking up at us and with a faint smile playing around her lips, she began her explanation. 'I believe that you are both old enough for me not to beat about the bush. For some time now, I have considered it my bounden duty to educate the senior boys at this school about the reproductive process, for this subject is so poorly taught in the classroom here. 'Nature has made the act of physical union extremely pleasant, and yet, the powers that be insist on propagating the philosophy that there is something sinful in the very act upon which the preservation of our species depends! My late lamented husband was a victim of such ridiculous ideas and I have determined to do my utmost to ensure that at least some of our young men are able to shed these unnecessary burdens of guilt and shame about natural expressions of sexual desire. Do you follow the drift of these remarks?' George and I both muttered that we understood what she was saying to us. She slowly nodded her head and continued: 'Very good, then you will appreciate why Julian Clayton was so concerned that we might have been spied upon during his lesson in the finer points of fucking.' When Mrs. Dickerson saw our jaws drop as we heard her utter such a strictly prohibited word, she laughed openly and said: 'Forgive me, I should have said the finer points of sexual intercourse, but I prefer honest earthy language.' She picked up a book from the small table at the side of the bed and went on: 'I doubt if either of you have heard of Boccaccio. He was a wonderful Italian writer who lived more than five hundred years ago.
I'll read to you his answer when he was castigated for using earthy language in his stories.' Then she read aloud the following passage which I am copying from a book I've taken from the library:
If in my tales there are a few words rather freer than suits the prudes who weigh words more than deeds and take more pains to appear rather than to be good, I maintain I should no more be reproved for having written them than other folk are daily rebuked for saying 'hole', 'peg', 'sausage' and like things. No corrupt mind ever understands words healthily and just as such people do not enjoy virtuous words, so the well-disposed cannot be harmed by words less virtuous, any more than mud can sully sunlight or earthly filth the beauty of the skies. As we stood there digesting these wise words, she put down the book and asked us softly whether we would promise that we would keep secret everything we had seen and heard this afternoon. 'You have my word of honour,' I said. George nodded his head in agreement: 'And you have mine too, Mrs. Dickerson.'
When she had received these assurances she asked us softly if we wanted to enroll in her very private biology class. 'Yes please,' we chorused. She let out a knowing little chuckle and said: 'I was pretty sure that you would both be game. Well, there's no time like the present, if you have some free time to spare.' I insisted that I had. However, George clapped his hand to his forehead and exclaimed: 'Damn, I'm free too, but I must go back to Trippett's Hall and give Mr. Hare a report on Henry's leg.' I gave a short laugh, for I had been so completely occupied with the extraordinary goings-on in the sickbay that I had quite forgotten why I was there in the first place! So, only now did I show Mrs. Dickerson my injured shin. As I expected, after examining the wound, she wrapped a small bandage round my leg and said to George that he could tell Mr. Hare that I would make a swift and full recovery. 'Please don't start the first lesson without me,' George begged as he strode to the door.
'I'll tell Bunny the good news and be back in just five minutes,' he assured Lizzie. He was as good as his word and when he returned Mrs. Dickerson opened the proceedings by saying: 'Now let's start as we mean to go on and dispense with silly formalities. My name is Lizette and I shall call you Henry and George. Now, I need to know just how physically developed you are, so will the pair of you both undress. Hang your clothes over those chairs by the window.' I am sure that George would agree that if either of us had been alone with Lizzie Dickerson at this stage, we might well have been too nervous to continue further. But the presence of an old friend helped us to overcome our shyness. Remember this is the first time that either of us has exposed our grown cock and balls to female eyes.
Nevertheless, George and I were still quite bashful at this prospect so we turned our backs to Lizzie as we pulled down our drawers and we both covered our cocks with our hands when we turned back to face her. Thankfully, she did not show any amusement at our self-consciousness, but instead said reassuringly: “There's no need to be shy about letting me look at your cocks. The first lesson for most of my pupils is that girls enjoy the sight of a sturdy shaft, just as you relish seeing their breasts and pusseys. Dear boys, I can assure you that I have seen more than a few specimens here, of all shapes and sizes. So, let me see what you're hiding behind those hands and, if I judge that you're ready for it, I may well give you both a real treat.' We were momentarily transfixed by her boldness but our pricks reacted immediately. They shot up at once when Lizzie loosened the belt of her robe and gracefully stepped out of the garment to stand naked in front of us. George gasped as, for the first time in his life, he saw a woman's bare breasts. And what beautiful bosoms they are too, creamy white, firmly rounded and topped with large, pink areolae and delicious, strawberry-red nipples. I was the first to release my rock-hard stiffstander and George soon followed suit. Lizzie looked approvingly at our erect, throbbing tools and commented: 'Well, you both sport very nice pricks which look ready for action now, though by the time you're in the Upper Sixth, your cocks will be even thicker and your ballsacks will be bigger and hairier too. My word, it's truly a great pity that you have been forced to waste your seed just playing with yourselves. I think it is high time you enjoyed the experience about which I'm sure you have fantasised whilst tossing yourselves off. 'Henry, you were first off the mark to show me your cock, so how would you like to be the first to cross the Rubicon?' she asked, running her hand through the glossy curls of the bushy thatch of hair between her legs. I am certain that my eyes must have glistened like never before as they eagerly followed the path of Lizzie's long fingers which were tracing a sensual line down between her pouting pussey lips. She stepped forward and, grasping hold of my rigid rod, led me by my tingling chopper to the side of the bed. We sat down and she kissed me lightly on the cheek and placed my hand on her right breast. I squeezed the ripe flesh and stroked the soft red nipple, which I felt harden beneath my fingers. We fell back upon the mattress and Lizzie now slid my hand down to her moist pussey whilst at the same time she guided my head to her bosoms. I needed no further encouragement and began to lick her titties. This was my first experience of touching the previously forbidden areas of a girl's body. My forefinger slipped smoothly into her love channel and the feel of Lizzie's pert nipple in my mouth, together with the stimulating wetness of her hairy quim, made me almost faint with excitement. Lizzie realised that the spunk was swiftly building up in my balls for she now pulled me over her and whispered fiercely: 'The moment of truth has arrived. Young Dashwood, slide your cock inside my crack and fuck me.' With expert hands she guided my knob to the entrance of her cunney and, thus placed, I needed no further lesson. A tiny cry of triumph burst out from my throat as I plunged my prick between her yielding love lips, deep into her welcoming, wet cunt. Instinctively, I pistoned my cock in and out of her juicy funnel and Lizzie wrapped her legs around my waist as her hips jabbed upwards to meet my ever-quickening thrusts. Of course, I spent too quickly for, not surprisingly, my over-excited cock could not resist the exquisite contractions of her clinging cunney. All too soon I shuddered in heartfelt joy as I drenched Lizzie's crack with a flood of creamy spunk. She was kind enough to praise my performance as I scrambled off her soft curves, but I knew full well from the way she continued to lie there with her eyes closed, frigging herself for all she was worth, that she had not managed to spend. 'My cock is still stiff – please let me finish you off,' I pleaded. She opened her eyes and saw that my shaft, which was coated with our mix of love juices, was still as stiff as a board. Lizzie pushed me down upon my back and, to my ecstatic delight, lowered her tousled head between my thighs. She began to swirl her tongue along the sensitive surface of my helmet, and then, after teasing the ridge of my knob with the tip of her magic tongue, she opened her mouth wide and popped my cock between her lips.
I turned my head to see George was now standing only a foot or so away, masturbating wildly. His knob protruded from his clenched fist which was sliding at great speed up and down his swollen shaft. My chum
