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Subject: 1950’s Boarding school 6 This is entirely a work of fiction inspired by the Channel 4 TV series `That’ll teach em’ in 2005 when a group of 30 British teenagers spent four weeks back in time experiencing a typical 1950’s British Boarding Grammar school with its harsh discipline, old school teaching syllabus culminating in taking 1950’s GCE `O’ level exams. This and the German series `Die Hardt Schole’ (The Hard School) is my main resource for this story, both of which are on Youtube. The school and all the named characters is entirely a work of fiction and any similarity to actual persons living or dead is purely unintentional and is not intended to reflect negatively on their characters. The Nifty archive has been around since 1992 and has therefore stood the test of time. Their crew do a wonderful job of maintaining this website, however it is reliant on public donations to keep it running so please have it in your heart to send them a few bob now and then. Please look in their shop window for that irrestistible bargain not available in the shops, especially their shoulder bag to contain your erotic books, electronic devices &c to read on trains, boats or planes. Signed= Vintagespeedoboy. 1950’s boarding school chapter six. The last few days to the autumn half term holiday went by in a blur except for the telegram which Joe sent me weighed heavily on my mind so I called him from the phone box outside the school but all he could tell me was that the coppers had found the Carlton in the plant room and wanted to speak to me about it which didn’t bode well. He also wanted me to work at the pool on the Saturday and he sent me a priority letter containing my flight ticket. Matron had previously received a letter from Joe instructing her to measure both underneath and across my breasts carefully using a tape measure which I thought was rather strange which she mailed back to him and I knew they had obviously got larger and contained more milk owing to taking an extra pill daily. I only found out about this on the morning of my departure after breakfast when matron summoned me to her surgery asking to remove my shirt and tie and sit on her chair when she fitted me with a sheer white nylon push up bra which after she made a few adjustments not only fitted me perfectly, I saw that my breasts were poking right out with some cleavage and when I looked in the mirror, it was almost see through and I knew immediately Joe had this one made for me when I glimpsed the maker’s business card. I put my shirt and tie on finding out that my breasts now fill out my shirt and when I saw myself in the mirror, staring back at me I saw myself with women’s breasts but what struck me is that my nipples which had become more sensitive really stuck out now, they were about an inch long as thick as my thumb and poking out like small cocks from their puffy areolas and not only that, everyone would immediately see my entire bra through my shirt and I certainly noticed that my breasts also filled out my suit jacket which too was a tighter fit around my chest which certainly had the appearance of being puffed out so to help me out, she drank some milk out of my breasts. I watched her eyes light up as she began moaning loudly knowing that she loved every drop she milked out of me and not only that. I smelled her pussy scents knowing she was sopping wet down there and if time wasn’t short that day, I would certainly have ended up plowing my huge cock inside her pussy and filling her with a huge load. Mr. Breedlove kindly gave me a lift excusing me from attending the last Friday of school to Dalcross airfield wearing my suit carrying my ex paratroopers rucksack and my WW2 ex RAF haversack. Whilst driving to the airport he asked me to unbutton my jacket, shirt and my flies so he could cup my breasts caressing and stroking my nylon encased nipples through my bra before turning his attention to my rock hard cock when he drove into a single track unsurfaced lane stopped the car and sucked off my cock whilst feeling up my breasts and caressing my nipples at the same time, he licked around the head of my cock especially the piss slit before bobbing up and down with his head and with my nipples having hardened like bullets becoming even more sensitive sending intense tingling sensations to my balls, there was no need to warn him that I was about to come, my cock became even harder and twitching with powerful jerks told him that just seconds before a huge rush of spunk taking about three seconds gushed into his mouth followed by at least a dozen more which were well spaced out between each one which must have taken about a couple of minutes during which I was assaulted by intense sensations making me scream my head off writhing and begging him to stop as these sensation were far worse than those I experienced before I began shooting spunk when I kept wanking my cock until those intense sensations forced me to stop. He sucked out every drop of spunk out of me and finally mopped any which finally leaked out with a tissue as my cock finally softened leaving me to tuck it back inside my silk swimming trunks I wore as underwear. He then sucked on my nipples through my bra drawing out beads of breast milk leaving wet spots on my bra before I finally buttoned up my shirt, my flies and finally my jacket highly relieved that no one was around to see us with only the highland cattle nearby hearing my screams. He continued driving to the airport and finally sat in the lounge with me buying myself a coffee and a McVities fruit cake followed by smoking a Capstan full strength navy cut cigarette when, about a quarter of an hour later I watched the British European Airways AS57 Airspeed Ambassador 2 (also known as an Elizabethan) aircraft arriving from London land then taxi to the terminal and disgorge its passengers. Mr. Breedlove saw me off with hugs which excited my nipples as our chests pushed into each other with tongue kisses as I queued up and checked in for the flight watching my rucksack being weighed with a luggage label attached, at this point the aircraft was being refueled for its three hour flight to London’s Heathrow airport where we sat in the lounge until the flight was called. Whilst walking out to the aircraft I certainly felt my breasts bouncing slightly within the confines of my bra in time with my steps exciting my nylon encased nipples as they felt the caress of rubbing against the silky lining of my jacket. This is a sensation I loved feeling adding another dimension to walking as I reasoned this must be another one of a woman’s secrets? Wondering if anyone else would notice my breasts and yet I became hooked on wearing this bra from now on. Like the RAF’s Avro York transport aircraft with its triple tail fins and high wing with its four Rolls Royce Merlin engines. The Airspeed Ambassador 2 Elizabethan too was a similarly large aircraft like the Avro York except it was powered by two huge Bristol Centaurus sleeve valve radial engines seating 50 passengers with a round fuselage. I wrote the aircraft’s details into my diary. G-ALZP, C/N 5213, Sir Richard Grenville built 1950 making this quite a new aircraft displaying zonguldak escort very prominent Royal Mail logos on the outer tail fins and took my seat at the back of the aircraft after dad told me never to sit next to the propellers just in case on lets go and punches its way through the fuselage. I unbuttoned my jacket for comfort giving me relief from its tight fit thinking about getting a larger size and asking Matron nicely on my return to exchange my blazer and shirt for the same reason. The engines started up followed by the aircraft taxiing out to the runway when it took off with the engines bellowing out a loud roar leaving the runway into a gentle climb. I could only admire in wonder seeing the Scottish highlands out the window as the aircraft climbed through wisps of clouds knowing that Joe would be there waiting to collect me when the aircraft lands around lunchtime when I lit up another cigarette as soon as the seat belt/no smoking signs went out. True to his word, there was Joe waiting to collect me as I walked out the arrivals gate with my paratroopers rucksack on my back carrying my haversack and drove me straight to the pool and into his office where I must have got the shock of my life as waiting there for me was a local plain clothes detective with an RAF Police Flight sergeant with the Carlton. The detective opened the conversation with. “Dylan, I am here to finally clear up this issue regarding this bicycle. I received information from the RAF that it was stolen from the RAF station at Changi, Singapore and you brought this bicycle back to the UK.” “I suppose there’s no denying it, especially the amount I was hounded over this, what will happen to me?” “Nothing, Your removing that bicycle and bringing it home is construed as taking it back and returning it to its rightful owner which in this case happens to be your father. His bicycle was stolen some time ago from your grandmother’s shed whilst she was looking after it until your father returned home and for the Simpson boy to have it in his possession certainly makes him a suspect for either theft or receiving.” “So, how did you find this out?” “At first we took the RAF at their word until a WPC checked the files and found the stolen report of your father’s bike’s serial number tallied with the RAF’s report, from there, we simply put two and two together.” I became ecstatic that this was finally all over and yet I just couldn’t believe it was dad’s bike all along. I shook hands and thanked them before they finally left leaving me a very happy bunny indeed and asked Joe. “Please may I send my father a telegram?” “Of course you may, and this time you make damn sure you keep his bike locked up from now on.” I wrote out the telegram and Joe read it out to the operator happy to see it being sent despite me having to pay for it which I gladly watched him put it into the cash box with a note and pull out my wage packet. Thankfully Vicky was on duty and just even thinking about her had my cock stirring inside my silk swimming trunks with a lovely sensation inside my breasts and when she came out from poolside and entered Joe’s office, I had already taken my jacket off and draped it over Joe’s chair when her eyes lit up as she certainly noticed my breasts tenting out my shirt especially with my nipples sticking out. By now my cock was fully hard tenting out my trousers when she gave me a welcome hug with a very passionate tongue kiss and she became excited with our breasts pushing against each other which she says has a lesbian feel about it which she really likes doing as she’s regularly having sex with girls, both from her school and her swimming team. Thankfully Joe left in his car to take my luggage home to my grandmother on his way home leaving me to ride home on the Carlton and Vicky to lock up the building. Both the teenage boy lifeguards left for their homes when Vicky locked the door behind her, led me out on poolside and sensually stripped me naked folding my clothes neatly on a nearby bench and humming a tune as she finally removed my bra with gentle caresses before she too removed her shorts, tee shirt and panties when we both swam naked in the pool. After a few lengths of the pool, we stopped at the three foot shallow end and fell into a lover’s embrace kissing and caressing each other when she latched onto a breast and began drinking my heavenly contents followed by my other breast whilst she stroked my rock hard cock underwater thankful that my breasts have already recharged with their precious contents when she guided my huge rock hard leaking cock into her pussy as we both saw a film spewing out of my piss slit which is my pre-cum love juices and the same thing was also happening to her pussy which too was also leaking into the pool when she sighed with relief as I finally pushed my cock right inside her and began slowly thrusting inside her sending ripples out into the pool as she held me with her hands on my back. Thankfully she isn’t one of those girls who scratches the hell out of a boy’s back during sex. After our session in the pool, she led me into the female changing area where we took a shower together and she sucked out any remaining spunk out of my cock. Normally I’m not allowed in here for cleaning tasks during operating hours except when all the swimmers have left and just like the male changing area, all the cubicles sidewalls have glory-holes. Having dried off and dressed, Vicky led me back into the office saying. “I forgot to tell you, Joe’s left this for you,” it was another forged prescription with a large medicine bottle containing 300 pills with a prescription label bearing my name instructing me to take two each day. I pocketed them and we both smoked our cigarettes before finally leaving the building and riding home on the Carlton. Gran gave me a lasting hug when I entered the house before putting the kettle on to make me a cup of tea with two Penguin chocolate biscuits whilst I wheeled the Carlton into my bedroom and removed my jacket then sat on the settee recounting my schooldays and the story of the Carlton to which she replied. “I knew there was something about that bike but even with my intuition, I knew your father had one like it but I wasn’t sure. He’ll be glad now that it’s been found and you better take proper care of it from now on, oh, by the way, Joe’s left you a note on the mantelpiece.” I started unpacking in my bedroom highly relieved that I didn’t have any dirty laundry to wash putting it all away neatly into the cupboard finding a niche to hide my bra when I noticed something in the rucksacks pocket I certainly didn’t pack at the dormitory in its wrapping, I read the print on the wrapper which said. `Litesome athletic supporter,’ and knew immediately what it was which could only have been slipped in there by matron, it was a jockstrap in my size. I changed out of my suit hanging it with the shirt in the cupboard, opened the package and tried it on. This was indeed a very erotic garment making my cock really hard, I felt myself up and really liked it, I knew some boys wore these during games lessons and thought about looking in the pool’s tunalı escort sportswear supplier’s catalogue asking Joe to order some for me knowing the pool orders sports kit for schools. Having changed back into tee shirt and shorts, I gave gran my wage packet when she took out her book, totaled up her bills and with what’s left sent me out shopping. She wrote out her list whilst I donned my rucksack, wheeled the bike into the hallway with the lock and chain, put the money into the pouch and rode to the grocer’s shop. I picked up everything on the list which filled my rucksack right up minus the bread which went into the carrier bag, luckily I had my own money with me as there wasn’t enough left in the wage packet to pay for it all. I rode home putting the bike back in my bedroom and put all the shopping onto the kitchen table when gran gave me a kiss and a hug. I sat down to read dad’s letters followed by the note Joe had left me thinking. `I’ve only just got home and now I’m wanted at the Bath Club in London. Knowing I’m going to be paid loads of money for sex and sleeping with someone I said. “Gran, there’s a friend at the pool inviting me for a sleepover.” “Off you go then as it’ll give me some peace and quiet.” I changed back into my suit wearing a pair of those skimpy black nylon swimming trunks Joe sent me with my bra under my shirt, no sooner had I put on my bra, my nipples hardened like small cocks tenting out my bra followed by my shirt and I got a huge hard on inside those trunks. I refrained from having a wank in order to save my spunk for the coming night. Joe’s package also contained a pair of nylon stockings and a suspender belt to hold them up which I carefully put on thankful that Vicky had showed me how she puts on her stockings followed by my trousers. I packed the jockstrap, those pills, overnight wash and shave kit, cigarettes, lighter, money &c into my ex RAF WW2 haversack and finally put on my black polished shoes, left the house and called Joe from a phone box to come and give me a lift to the railway station. Once there, I ordered a thick chocolate malt milk shake taking one of those pills to prime my breasts filling them up with milk ready for the coming night then caught the train to Paddington and finally the tube. By the time I arrived at the Bath club, my breasts were almost full of milk and straining tightly against my shirt bouncing and jiggling with every step exciting my nipples and also feeling the lovely caress as my trousers glided sensually over my stockinged legs before I’ve even entered the building. Taking an empty milk bottle I went to the changing rooms to wash out the bottle, hand express my breasts into the bottle, capped it and placed it into the fridge with a label bearing my name on it for later then swam in the pool naked as it was a men’s session and everyone here was naked. Despite being naked sporting a huge cock and breasts noticing men leering at me with their hands on their cocks, it was here that the men who were leering at me also made me feel secure, like this was my home pool and these were my regular swimmers. I was soon joined by Ben, a 14 year old blond extra long haired bell boy whose hair draped well past his shoulder blades who would be on duty this evening attending to both myself and my client’s needs and we both swam lengths together. After we left the pool, we dried off, changed into bottle green coloured identical nylon swim briefs with a much fuller cut resembling girl’s netball knickers to wear throughout the evening with polo shirts which gave Ben the appearance of a schoolgirl coming straight from a netball game and we fell into a passionate tongue kissing and caressing embrace humping our rock hard cocks into each other and this boy’s cock was the same size as mine although slightly thinner then we left for the bar for glasses of ice cold coke with ice and smoked our cigarettes before Ben led me up to the room booked for the client. He checked all round the room making sure it’s clean and tidy then left returning later with a smartly dressed dark blond curly haired Mark Gallon, a young man in his early 20’s swearing me to secrecy at the identity of this famous footballer. He showed him the menu taking our meals and drinks orders then left leaving me to slowly strip him naked. I slowly and sensually removed each article of clothing to finally reveal his muscular athletic body wearing a brand new jockstrap which I removed revealing a huge monster erect cock almost a foot long with a huge bulbous head divided in two halves by a huge piss slit and there wasn’t a single hair to be seen anywhere on his baby smooth body. Mark pulled back the huge bed’s covers which was certainly big enough for a threesome when right on cue I stripped naked and slipped into bed with him to start fondling and tongue kissing each other between the silk sheets which felt so wonderful on our skins. He was very passionate in kissing and cuddling which is all we did until Ben returned with a serving trolley with our food and drinks. This guy certainly had expensive tastes having ordered lobster whereas I ordered Scottish smoked salmon and there was a huge ice bucket containing two bottles of Singapore Tiger beer and the bottle of my breast milk with glasses and a full pack of Capstan full strength navy cut cigarettes for me. We talked about football throughout the meal followed later about the RAF and my exploits with them during dad’s postings. Having finished the meal, Ben opened a second ice container containing a stainless steel bucket with a lid encased in ice cubes to which salt was added which I knew immediately to be an old school ice cream freezer when Ben took the lid off the inner bucket and served our ice cream including one for him and between the three of us we polished the whole lot off. Finally came the coffee which was contained inside a two pint Aladdin’s Stanley vacuum flask with separate milk and Demerara sugar. Ben poured out the piping hot coffee adding measures of milk and sugar whereas I requested black coffee with two sugars in a three quarter filled cup knowing my breasts were about to start leaking and hand expressed my milk into my cup with gasps of astonishment from the pair of them saying. “Tonight, you’re certainly going to be getting your money’s worth.” “I can see that!, I’ve already heard about you thinking they were pulling my leg and now I know it really is true, sonny, you have an exceedingly rare gift,” said Mark. I bade the pair of them to lie on either side of me and breast fed them which thankfully relieved the build up inside my breasts even though the sensations of having my nipples sucked, the milk coursing through them, their hands cupping a breast each sending electricity straight to my cock and balls very nearly had me shooting off a hands free load of spunk. Thankfully they were gentle and didn’t go mad on my nipples even though I saw it in both their faces they certainly loved my wonderful elixir of love which flowed into their mouths. Ben was first to take Mark’s huge cock up into his back hole and spent time lubing up both his huge cock and his cavernous tunceli escort love tunnel, he may be only 14 and yet his unbelievably huge hole was testament to the numbers of large cocks he’s been taking up there and having that wanton look in his face which I’ve seen before certainly was a reliable indicator that this boy was certainly experiencing intense cravings inside his love tunnel which could only be satisfied by a large cock plowing into him and filling up his bowels with a load of spunk. He had Ben lie on his back with his ankles round his muscular shoulders and slowly pushed his huge monster of a cock into his previously lubed rear hole and what surprised me was he didn’t wince or cry out in pain as he just took his entire length in his stride, nevertheless he was gentle on him thrusting gently whilst massaging his entire muscular slab like pectorals and his nipples with the palms of his hands in a circular motion doubtless sending those wonderful feelings straight to his balls whilst I watched him with my hand grasped around my huge teen boys cock slowly wanking it then changing hands cupping my entire breasts and using a circular motion rubbing the tips of my nipples with the palms of my hands then leaning over and doing the same to Ben which made him jump as they were so sensitive and topping out his puffy breast buds which certainly felt like they had hard pads surrounding his nipples. I leant across him taking his cock into my mouth playing my tongue over its head and especially his piss slit savouring the taste of his pre-cum in my mouth and feeling his cock jerk in powerful twitches when I felt it get even larger followed by a huge torrent of spunk gushing powerfully inside my mouth hitting the back of my throat followed by about 10 more which was indeed a surprisingly huge load for a 14 year old with his angelic girly like appearance owing to his extra long hair with butter not melting in his mouth as he took Mark’s huge load in his stride. Now it was my turn and having a smaller cock even though it’s now grown to nine inches since the beginning of term, I had to wonder how big it would eventually get in about five years and a few months time when I reached my official coming of age. Owing to my smaller size and Ben’s well lubricated hole I was able to give it to him hard and boy, was he begging for it, at this rate I knew I wasn’t going to last long which didn’t matter as the three of us were sleeping together in the same bed so we had all night. By now even my arse was craving for a cock up there and twitching inside like crazy with my balls also tingling and my breasts were certainly becoming warm when I let fly with a huge load taking about a dozen huge squirts into his powerfully clenching rear hole as he too shot off his hands free load which flew out like a water pistol. I felt every single contraction inside my arse with my legs almost giving away and those lovely sensations in my breasts and nipples as my warm liquid of love squirted onto the palms of my hands for the first time followed by licking them clean. I changed places with Ben ready to take Mark’s’ hugely monstrous fuck stick up my arse. He lubed me up good and proper as well as his cock, I placed my ankles onto his shoulders when I felt the huge head of his throbbing leaking cock press against my hole, I pulled both my globes apart when I felt a push and it just popped straight in, he pushed gently until it was all the way in and let it settle before he began slowly thrusting into me with the biggest cock I’ve taken in my entire life relieving my arse of its cravings for cock knowing I’ve got a week of intense sex ahead of me before returning to school in the knowledge of making a bloody fortune. Mark was ever so gentle with me taking the utmost care not to hurt me with his monstrously huge cock as he thrust into me gently holding me by the hips resisting the temptation to go hell for leather in the final moments just before he finally unloaded a huge load inside me although he did take one last huge thrust and held it deep inside me when I felt his hot spunk flooding into me and boy, did he shoot a huge load leaving shit loads of spunk pouring out of my arse when Ben quickly took over and pushed his cock right inside my love tunnel in one foul swoop. Thankfully his cock’s smaller than Mark’s so therefore I didn’t mind him going hell for leather in his teenage boy exuberance fuelled by lust as he pummeled into me with his cock, thankfully he didn’t take long to fire off his load inside me which, even though it wasn’t as much as Marks, it was still a huge load for a 14 year old and hot too so I gave him a real treat and let him drink some of my precious breast milk from both breasts after giving both his nipples a good sucking and being the good bell boy, he made our coffees, this time with my breast milk contained in the milk bottle and seeing his face light up as he tasted it was pure heaven, after finishing our coffees he made up three cannabis laced roll up cigarettes which, as we smoked gave us a nice sensation of happiness before we finally retired for the night with myself in the middle enabling them both to nurse off my breasts before finally falling asleep not forgetting to take a pill last thing at night. Next morning it felt like my udders were about to burst having popped three pills the day before and having a hot blooded person either side of me who stirred awake I was thankful to give them their morning milk. They latched onto a nipple each which felt heavenly as my breasts disgorged their precious contents into their mouths not to mention those lovely sensations going straight to my balls building up to a hands free explosion of spunk blasting out in long squirts and flying everywhere out of my already rock hard cock. Ben and Mark sucked off each others cocks greedily drinking each others spunk which they both fed to me with spunk laden tongue kisses. Ben showered first, dressed in his bottle green trunks and polo shirt, combed his hair and left the room for the kitchen returning shortly with our full English breakfasts having allowed sufficient time for Mark and I to shower together and Mark’s shave. After breakfast, I bade Ben goodbye until we hooked up again just before he left with the serving trolley when he left he his father’s visiting card with his home phone number on the back saying. “Dad runs a film studio making blue movies, give him a call and he’ll arrange some work for you,” I knew immediately that he makes 8mm porn movies whereby the actors make loads of money and asked Ben to call him before I finally left setting up a meeting for the following morning. Mark gave me a fat envelope full of white fivers saying. “There’s a hundred quid in there, go and buy yourself a motorcycle.” I replied. “I’m not even old enough to ride one yet.” “Let Bill the man at the desk know leaving him your name and address and he’ll have one in the post for you.” I said. “Thanks,” knowing I’m about to receive a fake licence. I left the Bath club, caught the tube to Paddington and reflected on my night of passion on the train home. The following morning I took the train to Paddington after the morning rush hour on an off peak ticket, caught the tube and after a short walk, knocked on Ben’s dad’s door who, after coffee and biscuits, showed me around his studio, gave me a thorough briefing and after lunch I starred in my first ever blue movie. The adventures continue.

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