Three Little Maids: First Tutorial

All characters are over the age of 18 at the time of the events and are content with what happens.

This follows on from Three Little Maids From School. I had readers asking for more about the Girls and Roger, so here is the first of them.

See the end for my thanks to Duleigh and Freya Gersemi.

Note this happens in England, but some terms have been adjusted to avoid confusion. See the NOTES at the end for an explanation of Head Girl at the end, as there is no real American equivalent.

NOTE: The BDSM reference is just to equipment, not activity. That is the next story.

Three Little Maids: First Tutorial

At the end of the previous incredible session with three of our Senior girls, they had gone to shower and get dressed, and I had been recovering, lying in bed. I had been replaying everything in my mind when they appeared again, all of them respectably dressed in their uniforms, which made my little man take some interest. Marcy must have noticed, as she said, "Sir, your magic marker will have to wait for our next tutorial group. Will Sunday at two suit?"

I knew they had hinted, by saying 'what we would do today', at this happening again, but I thought that might have been a casual use of the term. I had to shift my mental gearbox. "Er, yes, Sunday, two. I'll be ready."

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It was now Sunday at ten to two, and I was far from ready as I sat on my little two-seat sofa facing the door from the hall into my main room. Okay, I was showered, shaved, combed and wearing a casual shirt and trousers, so I looked tidy enough, and my cock was declaring that it was ready; but my mind wasn't. Should I be even thinking about having sex with three beautiful, sexy, desirable girls from my class, let alone doing it in the cold light of day, premeditated and planned? Of course I shouldn't, but I had agreed to the day and time with Marcy, and they would be here soon.

How could I let them down when they were probably excited as much as my cock was? If I disappointed them, would they use that photo of Beverley with her big, beautiful breasts in my face to get me in trouble? Then it occurred to me that they had plenty of other opportunities to take pictures when I had their panties over my head, or one of their pussies on my face while one rode me and I fingered another. My cock was now a raging boner!

Possibly, I could pretend I wasn't in, but then I remembered that in a fit of stupidity, I had given Marcy a spare back door key. The words 'back door' sounded too loud in my mind as I contemplated something I shouldn't: something Felicity had taught me when we couldn't be intimate in the normal way. A married woman who had pretended to be single and my lover just so that I could get her pregnant, then vanished from my life. My cock wilted.

I heard the back door open and close, then footsteps, as a voice I instantly recognised as Marcy's said, "Roger, I'm here for my tutorial lesson. I'll just hang my coat and handbag up on the back door."

I stood up, took a step toward the door, and was just wondering about 'my', not 'our', when a beautiful young woman appeared from the hall into the main room. I was rooted to the spot, like a rabbit in the headlights of a forty-tonne truck!

I was gobsmacked. I had only seen Marcy wearing our frumpy school uniform or her football kit. Oh, and fully naked. But never dressed as a young woman in a feminine, flouncy, pretty dress with a pattern of red flowers on white that brought out her ginger hair and light freckling. The top had shoulder straps and a loose section that made a feature of her breasts, with a smocked midriff that showed off her tight waist and full hips. Her bare legs, visible from mid-thigh, ended in white sandals, and her arms were lightly tanned. She stepped forward, and I noticed that she had makeup on. Not too much, but enough to make her face even more beautiful and make her blue eyes sparkle.

I wondered if she was going on a date and had come to say she was skipping the tutorial, and I desperately hoped she wasn't. I was a mental mess, and how could I tell her that there wouldn't be a tutorial? My mouth went into gear. "Marcy, where are the others? Will they be here soon?"

She smiled, and my heart skipped a beat. She reached for my hand, and I couldn't breathe! She lifted it to her breast and placed it there, and my heart stopped. "Roger, it's just me today. I need you to give me a tutorial on how a real date should go. But let's assume we have come back from our night out together."

"B, but, if you had said. I'd have done us a meal. Or, or, gone to a restaurant. In another town."

She smiled sweetly and gave me a peck on the lips. My cock was taking notice again. "I couldn't skip Sunday lunch with my family, and they would want to meet anyone taking me out. So let's pretend. Oh, and I am at Beverley's as far as my Mum knows."

My mind was racing. I had to do this right. I had an idea! "I want to do something to set the scene. Do you want a drink?"

"A glass of wine would be nice to set the mood. A small one."

My mind raced. "Ok, I've got a box of white wine in the fridge." I didn't want to get her drunk, but neither did she. "Sit at the table, and I'll be with you in a few minutes."

Marcy looked at me, but stepped away and sat at the table. I rushed into the kitchen and had another idea. I got two frozen melt-in-the-middle chocolate puddings from the freezer and, having checked the instructions, put them in the microwave.

I then said, "Smart speaker. Play romantic songs on the main room speaker." And got the response. "Playing the album romantic ballads on the main room speaker." Then I heard the song 'I'm Not in Love' start up in the other room.

I got some dessert plates out, spoons, squirty cream and I was ready when the microwave pinged. I turned the puddings out and decorated them with the whipped cream, put a white napkin over my arm, put the plates on a tray and took it into the main room.

I role-played a waiter. "Your dessert, madam." Placing the plates, spoons and wine on opposite sides of the table. "Sir says he will be with you shortly. Please note the dessert will be very hot in the middle."

Marcy laughed but replied. "Thank you. I'll wait for my date to arrive before I touch it. And I'll make sure you get a good tip."

I went back to the kitchen with the tray and took the napkin off my arm. I then went into the hall to come in through the other door. Marcy smiled at me, and in my brief absence, she had rearranged the table so now we would be sitting side by side. I went around the table and sat on her left. As I did, she turned to me, leaned over, I got a very nice view down her top, and we kissed. She put her left hand behind my head, and it became quite passionate, with tongues. Then I felt her hand on my leg and then my cock, which was reviving again from the distraction of the kitchen antics.

Marcy broke the kiss and said, "I see that you are fancying more than the wine and dessert." And then she straightened up, picked up her wine glass and motioned for a toast. I picked mine up, and as they clinked, she said. "To a successful date." She took a sip, put it down, picked up her spoon and started to eat the pudding.

I have never seen anyone eat a dessert so sexily, especially when she got some cream to dribble down her chin and drip onto her left breast, demanding that I lick it off. At some point, 'I Will Always Love You' came on and I glanced at Marcy, but she just smiled.

Once our plates were clear and the wine had been drunk, I took them to the kitchen without the waiter role-play and poured another glass. I didn't know about Marcy, but I needed it. While I was doing that, I heard Marcy say. "Smart speaker. Play slow dance songs." And the system responded by playing 'Wonderful Tonight.'

When I returned to the main room, Marcy was standing in the middle of it, having drawn the curtains and put the lights on dim. She was swaying to the music, so I joined her, and we danced to a couple of songs, kissing as we pressed our bodies together.

Marcy reached down to my cock and adjusted it to make it more comfortable for us both, and directed my hand onto her breast, and I massaged it, feeling her prominent areola harden. If I hadn't thought so before, I now knew that she wasn't wearing a bra. I moved my hand to the other one and did the same, getting small sighs from her sensitive body.

We had slowly danced through three songs when Marcy whispered in my ear, "Roger, take me home." I panicked for a second, thinking that she wanted to end this. Then she added, "I need to see little Rodger as I am so ready for him." And I realised that in this role play, home meant my bedroom. The last time we had been there, she had her two friends with her, engaged in group sex, and she had lost her virginity by impaling her tight vagina on my cock. Now it would just be us, and I could concentrate all of my skills and passion on this sexy, willing, and demanding woman.

I pulled my hand from between us and brought it behind her knees, so I could lift her and, having done so, took her upstairs and sat her on my bed. I drew the curtains while Marcy got the music playing and the lights dimmed to a warm yellow colour.

Marcy was standing again and started to unbutton my shirt as we kissed. I felt behind her and couldn't find a zip, so I eased the straps off her shoulders and managed to get them off her arms as she removed my shirt.

I eased the top section over her tits, and the dress was held up by the elasticated midriff, which meant that she wasn't immediately naked. I sat on the bed and pulled Marcy between my legs so that my face was in line with her nipples on her large, textured areolae. I began to play with her tits, sucking the areolae and gently nibbling her nipples, while my hands stroked up her legs and under her dress.

Marcy was moaning and trembling, as she alternated feeding me her tits while she stroked my head before she reached down to feel my chest and my own hardening nipples. My hands reached under Marcy's dress to her firm buttocks and detected that she was wearing a lacy thong, with most of the back wedged in her arse crack. I managed to get my right thumb under the back and drew it down so I could start to pull it between Marcy's legs, hopefully to create a camel toe and stimulate her clit. By her reaction, it seemed I was successfully doing that.

I was surprised and disappointed when Marcy straightened and moved back. "Sir, what you are doing is so nice, but I wanted to show you the thong I bought for you." With that, she reached behind her and found the zip I had missed, and with a quick movement the top fell open and the cloth pooled onto my arms. When I removed my hands from her arse, the dress fell to the floor. Marcy turned and stepped out of it, and with a quick flick of her foot, sent it floating away to the left.

Marcy adjusted her thong before she turned to face me, with the pretty red lace just covering her mons, with just a hint of her ginger muff visible through it. I had no option but to adjust myself at such a delectable sight. I imagined jumping up, grabbing her, throwing her on the bed, ripping those panties off and fucking her! But I knew that was precisely what she didn't want, so I restrained my urges and didn't.

Marcy smiled, possibly noticing my hands twitching, and stepped forward, before kneeling between my legs, which I spread to give her access.

Marcy made short work of my belt, waist and fly, and I lifted my backside so that she could pull my trousers and boxers down, releasing my cock that was already hard and leaking pre-cum. I made it easy for her to remove my trousers and the rest completely, before she gently held my shaft and balls. She looked down at my cock and said, "Hello, little Rodger, I've missed you. I see you are pleased to see me." With that, she dropped her head down and took the glands into her mouth and gave the tip a lick with a hum.

I let Marcy slowly work on me until she had my cock deep in her mouth, then I gently stroked her hair. She pulled off and looked up at me. "Promise me you won't grab my head and fuck your cock with it. I can do that myself."

I was stunned. "Marcy, what do you mean? You were so good at this on Friday."

She let me go, stood, and then sat beside me and said in a staccato voice. "Sir, I've - and not just me - had coaches or others chat post-match. Delaying getting changed. And then they have come into the changing rooms to find us alone. Sometimes just out of the shower. Then they try to do something. I was warned, and the best is to give them a blow job so they come, and then lose interest. Works with boys I've dated who wanted sex. But some get rough." Then she started to cry.

I took her in my arms and cuddled her. "Marcy, I would never do anything you didn't want." She looked up at me as if checking I was telling the truth. "We can get dressed and go downstairs to discu--" And she put her finger on my mouth to stop me.

She smiled. "Roger, that is why we trust you, and sorry for my outburst." She leaned in and kissed me, as her hand dropped to find a rather limp little Rodger. Marcy slithered to the floor and got between my legs again. She gave my cock a little kiss. "He tastes so nice compared to some I have had to endure. I want to enjoy him, then you can have my body for your pleasure."

I smiled at her. "Marcy. That won't happen." She looked shocked. "We will share our bodies for our pleasure." I paused. "Actually, that isn't true. I will do my best to give you as much pleasure as I can. If you choose to do the same to me, then I will be pleased, but no more than the pleasure I got from pleasing you."

With that, Marcy smiled at me. "Roger, you are so silly, but I get what you are trying to say." Then she took my recovering little man in her mouth again and rapidly worked me to full hardness. Although I think it would have been okay, I kept my hands off her head and stroked her back and the sides of her breasts.

I was getting close when Marcy took her mouth off me and pushed on my chest, so I lay back on the bed. She stood and bent over me. Placing one hand on the bed, she directed my cock into her mouth with the other. Marcy looked at me and then brought her head down so that her nose disappeared into my pubes as my cock entered her throat. I reached out to find and pleasure her tits, while she fucked me with her head.

I groaned with pleasure and warned, "Marcy, I'm about to cum." She took me deep twice more and held there while her tongue worked my shaft. With a roar, I came into her throat. She pulled back to take my other spurts into her mouth.

Marcy looked at me, opened her mouth to show me my cream, shut it and swallowed, then smiled and resumed kneeling on the floor by my legs. Despite feeling blissfully relaxed and not wanting to move, I leaned forward, stood and helped Marcy to her feet before lying her on the bed where I joined her. That enabled us to kiss, cuddle and relax. The cuddling became stroking, and the kissing evolved into my mouth tracking down Marcy's beautifully toned body via her neck, her puffy nips, which got a lot of attention, her toned tummy and over her tuft of ginger pubes, to her tight labia.

I marvelled at how cute her vulva was. This was the first time I had seen it properly, rather than a glimpse as it was lowered onto my face. Shaved smooth with a crease up the middle that had a slight bump at the top, so different from Beverley's more open one and definitely from Tina's prominent labia. I spread Marcy's legs, and the crease slowly separated to reveal her inner labia, which were already glistening with her arousal. Her womanly scent was divine, and as I used my thumbs to open her wider, it increased as Marcy started to sigh just from the sensation of my breath on her incredibly sensitive body.

Temptingly, her body revealed her clit and the entrance to her vagina. I revelled in the memory that only two days ago I had taken her virginity, or rather that she had used me to lose it. I could wait no more and lowered my mouth and tongue to pleasure this young and willing woman. She shuddered and moaned as I made contact.

I slowly worked at pleasuring Marcy using just my lips and tongue until I knew she was enjoying it. I slid my hand up her body to find her girls, and in doing so displaced her own hands. I felt fingertips lightly on my head, so I looked up her body to her face.

Marcy asked, "May I?"

I lifted my face. "Marcy, be my guest. Use my body for your pleasure." And I resumed pleasuring her pussy. With that, her fingers made more contact and directed me to move up to her clit and then down to her labia, with my tongue doing its best to penetrate her.

I brought my right hand back, and having got the first two fingers covered in her juices, I slowly inserted them into her snug tunnel. My fingertips sought and found her special spot, so I tended to that while my mouth worked on pleasuring her clit. I was rewarded by Marcy screaming in the strongest orgasm I had witnessed, and received a flood of her cum.

I gently eased her through that orgasm and worked on building the next, using my fingers to fuck her sheath as she held my face close to her body. I drove Marcy to a second and then a third orgasm before she released my head and, panting, said, "Roger... no more... I need... you to... fuck me... please... now..."

I got back on my knees and looked down on Marcy's flushed body, so sexily waiting for me. She looked at my wet face and then down at my cock that had recovered, even if it wasn't fully hard. I considered my options and decided that with Marcy's tight vagina it might be better for me not to be overstimulated, and I went to move over her in the missionary position.

Marcy had a different idea as she lifted her legs and, using her hands, brought them up her body, with her knees either side of her tits, folding herself in half. I moved into position and leaned down to kiss her, as she reached out and guided my cock to her entrance. She broke our kiss and, looking down, said, "Little Rodger, come and fill my love channel." Then she looked at me. "Roger, fuck me, fill me, rodger me, make me yours."

Never one to disappoint a woman, I increased the pressure of my glans on her entrance and then suddenly Marcy sighed, and I felt her body relax, which let my shaft start to slide smoothly into her sheath. As our bodies made contact, her body tensed, and my little Rodger was in a vice-like grip! But as I eased back, Marcy relaxed, and I was able to withdraw most of the way before sliding back in, to be met with another squeeze.

I continued to gently make love to this wonderful young woman, enjoying it as much as I could sense that she was. Marcy rocked her hips to deepen my penetration as her body tensed with each of my thrusts. We kissed again, and then Marcy said, "Roger, sir, please start to pound me like you did Bev."

I asked, "Marcy, are you sure?"

She nodded. "Roger, I trust you will not hurt me, and I want to give myself to you for your pleasure and not be afraid."

I gave her a quick kiss and replied. "Your command is my wish." Which made her giggle. Then I picked up the pace and the force of my thrusting, but kept an eye on Marcy's expression to check I was getting it right. Marcy's ankles crossed behind my head as I started to pump harder.

Her expression went from one of pleasure to one of bliss, and then to one of orgasmic rapture. Her body started to shake, and she let out a scream as she climaxed. I not only felt her get wetter, but her tunnel tightened on my little Rodger and, if not for the lubrication, would have held me from driving deep into her well. But it meant that I couldn't hold back my own orgasm, and two thrusts later, I let rip with my first load, deep into her womb. I managed another short lunge before I fired again, again, again, again, and stopped deep in her love.

In response to my hot seed filling her, Marcy had another peak to her orgasm, and then her body went limp. I eased her legs down and did my best to soothe her, while I was still buried deep in her body. I could feel her pulsing around my cock. I rolled us to the side and then her on top, remarkably keeping us joined. I stroked her back from neck to thighs as she lay on me, gently breathing.

She seemed to doze, and inevitably, my member waned and slipped from her body. Before I could think what to do, Marcy mumbled, "I'm sorry to see him go. I understand Tina's comment now." I racked my brain to recall our group session on Friday and remembered Tina saying something like, "It's so good I want it there forever." As I hadn't come at that time, and because it was Marcy's turn, I had to lift Tina off when a smack from Marcy hadn't shifted her.

Marcy lifted her head and kissed me, which I returned, and it soon became quite passionate. Then she looked at the clock I had on the wall and sighed. "Is that clock right?"

I glanced at it. "It is. Why?"

"Roger, now that I'm no longer afraid of sex, or at least sex with you, I'd have liked to make love in other positions. But that will have to wait as I need to get home for tea and you have made quite a mess of me." Then she giggled as if it were all my fault. "Can I use your shower?"

"Of course, and I'll join you if you don't mind. After all, you have made quite a mess of me as well." I gave her bottom a little slap, and she rocked her body on mine before rolling off and then standing by the bed.

Marcy looked so delicious and had a confidence that was oddly lacking before. She reached out and gave little Rodger a tweak and said, "You'll have to catch me first!" and ran off to the bathroom.

Once I lost view of Marcy's sexy firm butt, I waited, assuming that she might want some privacy to use the loo before getting in the shower. I heard it flush, then I got out of the bed and followed her, but at a more sedate pace, noting that my cock was showing a surprising amount of interest in what might happen next.

In the bathroom, Marcy was already in the shower with the curtain drawn. I sat on the loo and got comfortable, quietly, before closing the lid and going to ask if I could join Marcy.

Before I could say anything, she asked. "Sir, can I use some of this shampoo and conditioner?"

"Of course. I bought it for you."

"For me? But it's an expensive one. Really?"

"Well, for any of you three. But you are the first to use it."

There was a pause. "Roger, before I get my hair wet, do you have a hairdryer?"

I smiled. "Yes, I bought one of those new ones they advertise on TV. If you are washing your hair, can I help you?"

Marcy pulled the curtain back and looked at me. "Yes, please. You were going to join me anyway. Or so I hoped." With that, I stepped into the shower and put my arms around her, and we kissed as my hopeful little Rodger dangled between her legs. Marcy reached down and gave him a squeeze that caused an immediate twitch of interest. "Sorry, little man, but we don't have time today. Possibly later in the week."

We couldn't stay long in the shower, but I ensured that Marcy was washed all over. My fingers strayed between her butt cheeks and stroked her rosebud. She giggled and said, "Oh, that reminds me. For our tutorial on Friday, Tina wants you to show us how to do anal and to fuck her arse while Beverely and I watch."

I thought about denying knowing about it but then thought that Felicity must have shared that as well. I got the impression that she confessed all to the girls as a way of trying to salve her conscience about the way she had used me. They must not think badly about it, so I decided not to deny it. "Okay, that's a bit advanced, but if that is what Tina wants, I'll get everything that we will need to do it."

I shut off the shower and got out, grabbed a towel, helped Marcy out and wrapped her in it. I gave her room to dry herself, though I was tempted to help, but I had to dry myself off as well. We then went to the bedroom, and I got out the new hairdryer, which impressed Marcy.

While she dried her hair, I reluctantly got dressed. Well, it was little Rodger that was reluctant to be put away, and I would have to give him a talking-to that night.

When Marcy had dried her hair, she started to get dressed and then dropped the bombshell. "Next Sunday, it will be Beverley's private tutorial, and she wants you to demonstrate beedee-essem on her."

It took me a moment to decode what Marcy had said, and I was shocked. "What, she wants me to do Bee Dee Ess Em on her?!"

"That's what she said, though I don't know what it is, and there is no need to shout at me."

"Sorry, I was shocked. So, you don't know it's about tying people up and beating them?"

Now it was Marcy's turn to sound shocked. "I didn't! But I'm sure that Beverley doesn't want you to hurt her. Apparently, she has 'the stuff'. Her sister left it at home when she went to University. She'll bring it on Friday and explain."

I remembered Julia, two years older than her sister, with a similar look and figure, but with black hair and as much dark makeup as she could get away with. Her Goth look didn't do it for me, even though I'm sure she had flirted with me and other male members of staff. I'd have to research BDSM, preferably by reading erotic stories rather than porn films, as the former have more information about the feelings involved. Oh, and of course reading some online encyclopaedia articles.

Marcy was standing patiently while I was thinking this through. I smiled and said, "Sorry again. Tell her okay. Bring the stuff, but we will need to discuss it after the tutorial."

With that, we kissed, and I showed her to the kitchen door, where we had another little kiss and cuddle, okay, a grope, as we said goodbye, and she left for home.

I had my tea alone, going over what Tina wanted and then Beverley's rather extreme request. I shouldn't have been surprised that little Rodger, as I now thought of my cock, thanks to Marcy, was showing some interest in both prospects. Then my mind wandered to earlier in the day and making love to Marcy. I had to make a trip to the bathroom, where, naked, I used some lube and my right hand to make little Rodger a happy fellow as I recalled Marcy's pussy, both in my mouth and wrapped around my rampant cock.

That evening, I did my research on BDSM and found that it wasn't what I had thought, but more a sort of consensual role play where the participants, often but not always a couple, went into and out of scenes. An online magazine article said that most sex experts advise that beginners use the 'traffic light' system. Green for you can start or continue, Amber for caution and Red for immediate stop. Well, I was a beginner, even if Beverley wasn't.

Over the week, I did more research, and for Friday, I got some fresh lube, wipes and a narrow wand vibrator like the one my ex had used on herself. I was getting more interested in the idea of Beverley in a BDSM scene; at least I assumed that she wanted to be the submissive and me the dominant. Little Rodger was getting a regular workout as I imagined Marcy's pussy, Tina's arse, and Beverley's body tied to my bed with a red bottom as I fucked her tits. I don't know if they quite understand how that first group session had affected my libido.

Friday seemed to take forever to arrive, and then suddenly it was here, and I was driving home from work with a raging hard-on. Some quick freshening up of my house. Change of bed sheets, some scented candles and other things I thought the girls would like, including some fancy snacks and wine should they want it, but I put the kettle on anyway. Oh, and I put the new lube and vibrator on the bedside cabinet.

I had just got sat down in the main room when I heard the back door open. There it is again, my naughty imagination, as that is what I would be doing soon. I heard Marcy say, "Bev, careful with that bag, you don't want to damage sir's kitchen cabinets."

Then Tina called out, "Evening, Roger, where are you? Not run away?"

I replied, "As if. I'm in the main room, but did you all turn up at once?"

Beverley came into the room with a large sports bag. "We didn't. They were waiting for me. I should have asked you to put this in your car, but didn't want to risk people asking questions if we were spotted."

"Good thinking, Beverley. If that's the stuff for your tutorial, put it by the TV, and we will discuss it later." With that, she dropped it down in front of the stand with a loud thump, then sat down looking a bit red in the face. I wondered how her sister had got so much stuff, but that could wait for later.

Marcy went to join Beverley, but Tina came and sat on my lap and gave me a kiss. My arms instinctively wrapped around her waist. "Okay, we don't want to get too comfortable here, as we will do the tutorial in the bedroom. But who wants a cup of tea, or possibly a glass of wine?"

The girls all went for wine, so I joined them as one glass wasn't going to dampen little Rodger's spirits. I poured the wine, put the glasses on a tray, along with a small bowl of the fancy snacks, and said, "Let's go upstairs and get comfortable."

I had meant using the loo if needed, but by the time I got to the bedroom, Beverley and Tina were naked; then I felt Marcy behind me, and she wrapped her arms around me, with one hand on my bulging trousers. Beverley took the tray and then, between Tina and Marcy, I was quickly stripped, and the pair of them were fondling my erection and balls. I had to call a halt to proceedings. "Nice as this is, it's unfair to leave Beverley holding the tray, and I don't want to come before I have given the tutorial. So let's get our wine and sit on the bed."

Tina backed off, but Marcy, who I could now tell was also naked, kissed my shoulder, gave my cock a final squeeze and said, "Spoil sport."

Now free from grasping hands, I went over to Beverley and took the tray from her, and she picked the largest glass and some snacks. I turned and let the others, who were sitting on the bed, take their glasses. I took the last one and put the tray down on the bedside cabinet. I raised the glass and said, "To a successful tutorial on anal sex." Beverley stepped up to me and clinked her already half-empty glass against mine and remained standing with one arm casually draped around my waist.

"Before we start, Tina, why do you want this tutorial?" She looked a bit embarrassed, and possibly I should have given her some warning, but there again I hadn't expected us to be naked when I was planning this in my mind.

Tina looked up at me, gulped and replied. "I've heard that it can be very pleasurable if done right, and when I have stroked myself back there it tingles. I also liked it when you licked it last week."

"I didn't do that on purpose. You moved."

"I know, I'm sorry, but I had to know."

"Okay, apology accepted, moving on."

Tina seemed embarrassed again. "I want to know how to let boys do it. For when I want them, but I can't." I nodded that I understood, but then I was surprised by what she said next. "And Julia said it is fantastic if you can get two boys to fill both holes at once."

Julia, assuming it was who I was thinking of, was the Head Girl last year and seemed very prim and proper, but was also a very attractive young woman. I wondered if she had that experience or was talking about porn that she had seen.

After that image in my mind, it took me a while to gather my thoughts. "Okay, Tina, the first thing is to get you relaxed. And by that, I mean me giving you foreplay until you orgasm. At least once." Tina smiled at that. "Now if the others are going to practice later, they might want to play with themselves."

Beverley picked up the vibrator from the bedside cabinet and said, "This is a bit small, like the one Marcy had before you fucked her." Marcy tried to snatch it off Beverley. "Now she's got a proper one that she practices with."

Before a fight could break out, I interceded. "Beverley, put that wand down! It's for Tina to use when I first penetrate her. If she needs it." I paused. "I suppose I should have suggested that you bring some toys as well."

Beverley smiled. "Actually, there are some dildos in the bag downstairs." And before I could say anything, she rushed out of the room and down the stairs. I had a mini crisis, thinking of the doorbell going and a naked Beverley opening it to a neighbour. That didn't happen, but the thought had a negative effect on my erection!

Marcy noticed and said, "Tina, look what we have done to little Rodger. Do you want me to kiss him better?" And she moved towards me.

Tina looked puzzled. "Roger isn't little. I think he is quite tall and fit."

Marcy had now knelt in front of me and put her hand on my cock. "I'm talking about little Rodger, that Roger rodgers us with."

I think I might have been given a blowjob if Beverley hadn't bounded into the room. "Will these do?"

I looked at the two things in Beverley's hands. They might be appropriate, as they were both black, quite long with a flared base, and not very thick, but one was covered in bumps and the other with a series of rings. Obviously designed for maximum stimulation.

Then she noticed that Marcy was on the floor holding my cock. "What's Marcy doing?"

Tina responded. "She has noticed that Roger has got a bit floppy, so I think she was going to give little Rodger the kiss of life." She giggled. "Little Rodger is what she's calling sir's cock."

I had to stop this, reluctantly. "Marcy, I don't need your attention on my cock at this time, and we need to be getting on with Tina's tutorial. There are wipes if you want to clean the dildos before you experiment with them while I get Tina relaxed." I turned to face Tina. "Sit on the edge and lie back with your legs spread. I don't think we have time for me to... What the heck, come here."

Tina came up to me, and I put my hands on her shoulders and pulled her in for a kiss. Then I kissed her neck and got my mouth down to her magnificent nipples on her tiny breasts. It didn't take long for me to get them hard, and they felt so good in my mouth as I gently teased them with my teeth, now using my fingers on the other side from my mouth. From the increase in womanly scent, I could tell that I had started Tina's rainstorm of juices.

I pushed Tina towards the bed and, breaking off from her tits, I forced her down onto the bed and then pulled her hips to the edge. She spread her legs in anticipation as I knelt between them and got my first proper view of her impressive labia. I had seen them from a distance and then again for a quick moment when she had placed herself on my face last week, but now I could study them, even if only briefly.

I placed my hands on her damp thighs and used my thumbs to help spread her glistening labia, which slowly parted to show me the entrance to her well of desire that was gaping slightly, attracting the attention of little Rodger. Tina's divine scent filled my nostrils, and seeing her prominent clit exposed, I could wait no longer, placing my lips on her lower ones.

That caused a gasp from Tina, which morphed into sighs as I set my lips and tongue to work on her inner core. This resulted in a gentle but constant flow of Tina's juices, which I consumed as Tina's orgasm built to her first climax. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Beverley and Marcy move to either side of me to watch how I was pleasuring their friend.

I moved my lips up to Tina's clitoris and my right hand to the base of her labia to get my first two fingers juiced up, before sliding them in, palm up, to her sheath. I felt for, and found, though more from her reaction, Tina's G-spot and, in conjunction with my tongue, brought this young woman to a howling climax.

Movement on the bed showed the other girls were no longer watching me. I lifted my face to enable my thumb to take its place as I guided Tina through her orgasm and allowed me to move up to suckle first one nipple and then the other.

Beverley and Marcy had moved to the far side of the bed and, with Beverley on the bottom, were engaged in a sixty-nine to get relaxed as I had suggested, but the dildos seemed to have been forgotten. Tina was very relaxed, and, with protests from little Rodger about a totally available pussy to fuck that I was ignoring, I lifted Tina and turned her body to lie on the bed next to the others.

I quickly departed to rinse my hands and face and returned to see Marcy and Beverley in the throes of their mutual orgasms as Tina was looking around to see where I was.

I let the couple disentangle themselves and said, in my best teacher's voice. "Right, ladies. All but Tina off the bed so we can get on with the tutorial. I'll need one of you to hand me the things from the bedside cabinet as I ask for them. So, Tina, on your hands and knees, up by the headboard and get some pillows under you."

Tina looked at me and cheekily said, "Yes, sir. Arse in the air, sir." With that, she moved into position and dropped her head to the mattress, in the classic doggie pose. She spread her legs slightly to let me get in between them, and I sensed that she had done this position before, but with a cock in her pussy, little Rodger complained that he wasn't being allowed to do that.

I dropped to my haunches and, putting out my left hand, I said, "Lube, please." And Marcy passed it to me. I had forgotten to remove the seal, but when Marcy handed it to me, it was not only unsealed, but the cap was open, releasing a hint of cherry scent. I moved it to my right hand, and before I could say anything, Tina reached behind herself and used her hands to open up the gap between her butt cheeks, exposing her rosebud to me.

I poured a generous amount of lube on Tina's anal star and passed the lube back to Marcy. I placed my hands on Tina's buttocks, displacing hers, with my thumbs in the gap. "Now, I could use an index finger to penetrate Tina," I began, "gradually fucking her arse with it, before adding other fingers. You can use special toys and butt plugs, but I prefer to use my thumbs." With that, I started stroking my thumbs around her sphincter to quiet moans from Tina. "Now that the area is lubed, I can gradually increase the pressure, sensing Tina's resistance. And when the time is right, ease the tip of a thumb in." Which is what I did. I continued to ease my right thumb deeper as the left continued to stroke the area.

I kept the narrative going as I opened Tina up, eventually adding my left thumb to the right and using the pair to massage her rosebud, to bring it to a gape. I asked Marcy to add some more lube, which she accurately dispensed around and into Tina's arsehole.

I noticed that Tina was now playing with her pussy, probably her clit, so I said. "Marcy, can you pass the wand to Beverley, so she can get it going and then give it to Tina if she wants it?"

That got a quiet, "Yes, please, Bev," from Tina. So the wand was passed, started and put into Tina's waiting hand. I soon felt some vibrations coming through Tina's body as I continued to massage her rosebud to a full flowering.

I deemed Tina was ready, so I said, "Tina, I'm going to swap over to using my co--, using little Rodger to fill your arse. I'll take it slowly as it can feel a bit uncomfortable until you get used to it. Okay?"

Tina turned her head to try and see me. "Yes, sir, rodger my arse. I'm ready."

I doubted she was entirely ready for rodgering just yet. "Marcy, pass me the lube, I need to slick little Rodger up." With that, I moved up to kneeling, bringing little rodger into view, showing that he had been drooling pre-cum.

Marcy smiled, quickly ran her hand up my cock, licked off the pre-cum she had collected and smiled. Then she squirted lube into her hand and applied it to my shaft, giving it a squeeze and guiding me towards Tina's arse. Beverley gave me a stroke down my back and cupped my bottom.

I removed my thumbs, which were replaced by my glans as it met Tina's gape. I moved my hands to her hips and increased the pressure as my cock negotiated entry. I heard the wand vibrating, and Tina let out her breath, then the head of my cock popped in!

I held myself there as Tina gasped and her sphincter tightened. Another breath out and it loosened, so I pushed again and went deeper. Another gasp of breath and I held until Tina relaxed. This time, I pulled back slightly before going deeper. The gasp was less, and Tina relaxed as the wand worked to distract her from the new sensations in her arse.

I took my time, but soon my thighs were nestling against Tina's tight bottom. My cock felt wonderful in Tina's arse, and I was looking forward to fucking her in that hole. "Tina. I'm in you all the way. Are you ready for me to start fucking you?"

Her voice seemed to come from far away. "Sir, I feel so full back there. But it now feels good. Please, fuck me. Fuck me hard."

Hard would be in a bit, but I slowly pulled almost all the way out, and then in again. "Marcy, put some more lube on Tina's arse when I pull out. And Beverley, don't push me in, but you can keep your hand on me as it's nice."

I pulled out, and Marcy did as I asked. Beverley stopped trying to control my movements. Slowly, I built up the speed and force of the thrusts as Tina's moans of pleasure increased. Then she cried out, "Marcy, Bev, smack me!"

As I pulled back, Tina received two smacks from her friends, so I drove in harder, creating a slap of my own as our bodies met. Tina cried, "Again!" So the process was repeated with increased power, from the girls and me. This continued, with Tina's bottom getting increasingly red on each thrust, until Tina screamed in her orgasm, with her body shuddering. I held my cock deep in her bowels as she rode her climax. I noticed first Marcy and then Beverley slide a hand under Tina, presumably to pleasure her tits.

Tina's body was settling, so I slowly pulled out and drove back in. I was nearly at my tipping point and had to keep myself there.

I didn't know who, but suddenly the wand was put into Tina's vagina. I felt it both slide in and then the vibrations hit, causing me to blow the first of my load deep into Tina's bowels. By instinct, I pulled back and slammed home to fire a second time, causing Tina's orgasm to reignite. I repeated the process another three times before I fell across Tina's back as she continued to sob out her pleasure. I reached underneath her and, finding a hand, pushed it away, thankfully taking the wand with it.

Tina and I remained there while I found and gently stroked her clit, until we both settled from our orgasms. I rolled us to the side, and after a bit, little Rodger became a much smaller Rodger and slipped from Tina's rosebud.

Tina turned around in my loose embrace and kissed me. "Thanks, Roger. And," looking down, added, "little Rodger. That was fantastic, but I'm shattered."

I kissed her on the nose. "That's okay, I'll just get cleaned up and then get us all a cuppa before Marcy and Beverley show what they have learned." With that, I went to the bathroom and stepped into the shower to give my cock a quick sloosh. As I stepped out, Tina bustled in and sat on the loo, so I grabbed a towel and went back to the bedroom. The other girls were not there, so I pulled on my boxers, and I was thinking about going to find them when they returned with four glasses of wine.

Then Tina reappeared with a towel around her waist. We drank the wine and had some snacks, then I said, "Right, Beverley and Marcy. Time for you two to demonstrate to Tina what I did. So who is going to give and who is going to receive?"

Beverley looked a bit coy. "I want to receive, but can't you do it, Roger?"

I shook my head. "I can't see if Marcy has remembered everything if I don't see her do it. Actually, after she has done you, you will need to do her."

Beverley then asked. "But what about Tina? Who is she going to practice on?" I think she looked at me as a challenge to receive Tina's attention, but that wasn't going to happen as I had no interest in receiving anal sex.

I smiled and went into teacher mode. "That is your homework during the week when you three get together. So, stop delaying. Beverley, get on the bed like Tina was. I will pass Marcy things as she asks for them."

As Beverley got on the bed, she glanced at my boxers and said, "When I'm ready, who's going to fuck me?"

"That's why I wondered about toys and was pleased when you had them. So which one do you want Marcy to use?" Beverley looked disappointed, but she snatched the ribbed dildo from the bedside cabinet and went to pass it to Marcy, but I intercepted it. "I'll get this ready, so get a move on. Time's a-wasting." It wasn't quite the mood I would have chosen for what was going to happen next, but I didn't want them to run out of time.

As it was, Marcy got everything spot on, and Tina did her bit in playing with Beverley's tits and pussy. I had cleaned the ribbed dildo, and I am sure it was intended for anal play, as it was slim but rather long for being fully inserted. Whatever the intention, it worked well for Beverley and in conjunction with the wand, she had one of her waterfall orgasms.

By the time they were finished, including quick showers, there was no time left for me to discuss Beverley's private tutorial on Sunday, so I promised to look through the things in the sports bag and see her at two.

After they had gone, I noticed they had taken the dildos, wand and lube. I sorted the bed and laundry out before making my evening meal. Once I had eaten it and done the dishes, I got the sports bag and proceeded to empty it onto the main room floor.

There were bottles of lube and salve that were out of date. I thought about throwing them away, but decided to put them to one side as I wondered again where Julia had got this stuff from. Then there was a tangle of various interconnected straps and buckles that I couldn't make sense of, so I put them to one side. One thing was certain: they weren't restraint straps for under the mattress.

There were three boxes in the bag. The smallest contained jewellery-like items, which on inspection included nipple clamps connected by a chain and single clamps possibly for use elsewhere, plus various weights on hooks. A delightful image flashed in my mind of them decorating Beverley's full tits. Possibly I had watched too much BDSM porn, especially ones involving women shaped like Beverley, and her sister, come to think of it!

Another bigger box had a selection of butt plugs. There was a set of increasingly larger plastic ones, a metal one, one with a battery case attached so presumably vibrating, and one with a bulb to enable it to be pumped up. Thankfully, Tina didn't know about these, or she might have wanted to try them. It then struck me that the vibrating and inflatable ones might also be for use in the vagina. As I felt the weight of the metal one, I wondered what Tina would think of wearing it in her arse as she walked around school all day. Or the inflatable one as I fucked her pussy doggie style and I kept inflating it.

The final box was empty except for a string of anal beads, and I presumed it was where Beverley had got the dildos from.

Next, there was a leather bag which had eight cuffs, with chains and clips, four covered with soft fur and four in polished leather. I wrapped a leather one around my wrist and was surprised how comfortable it was, and then imagined Beverley held down on my bed as I ate her out to the point of her passing out, unable to resist my attention. Then little Rodger reminded me that he could assist in driving Beverley to orgasms that would flood my bed.

Then there was a long bag, which contained a paddle, flogger and riding crop. The memory of Tina's red bottom as I arse fucked her flashed up in my memory, and little Rodger started to ache.

Having attended to little Rodger, I returned to examining the contents of the bag.

Still no sign of the mattress straps, just some bits of metal and cord.

I got the first two pieces out, which were connected by the cord at one end, and I realised they clipped together at the other end, which I did, getting a pole about four feet long. I guessed what it was, but picked up the other two pieces, and they didn't have the cord, but fitted together to make what I now recognised from my research as a spreader bar. A quick look back at the first one and I realised that it was for the arms, and the cord would enable it to be hung from a hook, and there was a fastening to allow it to be adjusted. I could imagine Beverley being held by the cuffs, spread-eagled from the bars. Unfortunately, I couldn't think of where I could suspend Beverley from except a tree in the garden!

I nearly missed the last item, which was a large, waterproof picnic blanket, as it was folded into the bottom of the bag. It seemed a bit musty, so I decided to clean it and all the other items, as I thought about where I could hang the top bar from without damaging the ceiling, as my landlord would want me to pay for any damages.

Possibly I could get away with one hole for a hook, but I would have to go into the loft to check where the rafters were. I went upstairs and used the pole to open the loft hatch. I looked up and realised that all I needed was a beam across the opening, and the problem was solved. Also, the doors to the bathroom and main bedroom were on either side, giving us more room.

I got my toolbox and went up into the loft to measure some things and sorted out what I would need to span the gap. So on Saturday, I went to the local DIY store and got what I needed, made it and tested that it worked and that it would support my weight. I also did my weekly food shopping and got some more lube, unscented this time, and salve cream.

By the evening, I was all set for Beverley's session at two the next day and looking forward to it, especially as, having cleaned the jumble of straps, I had an idea what they were.

I just had to rewatch some of the more erotic BDSM porn I had found and test out the lube to keep little Rodger happy.

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Alex

NOTES

Normally, I would, for those who like closure, give a summary of what happened next. But I had comments that some readers wanted more, so this is the first of the Tutorial Sessions.

The only thing which might confuse readers is the mention of a Head Girl, which is both unlike and like a student body president or a resident assistant. She, along with the Head Boy, is the senior Prefect. Okay, a Prefect is just a final-year student whom the Headmaster (similar to a Principal) trusts to help with school discipline, from reporting running in the corridors to patrolling to stop smoking behind the cycle sheds. The only benefit is a badge, a separate break room and something to put on a CV. Prefects are sometimes said to be a "Perfect Rotter, Ever Faithful, Ever Causing Trouble", A term also used by Terry Pratchett to describe Nanny Ogg's infamous cat Greebo.

Many thanks to...

Duleigh for Beta-Reading, particularly identifying bits of Brit speak, like Sixth Form, that might have confused some readers, so they became Senior Girls. Duleigh's Stories!

FreyaGersemi for Proofreading and sprinkling her fairy dust over it! But any remaining errors are my own. Read her stories here. Freya's Stories.

Shady Lady Julie for some other advice, independently confirming the age of the pupils as being over 18. Shady Lady Julie's Stories.

Alex!