Welcome to Mother's World

by Big Melanie

IV: Schooldays

 

Brampton Manor was a large redbrick house. According to the keystone over the front door, it had been built in 1896 and although it had obviously been modernised it was still a very traditional environment.

Mother, Auntie Jane and I were shown into the secretary's office, which doubled as a waiting room for the Headmistresses office. I sat there nervously fiddling with my handkerchief between Mummy and my auntie until some 10 minutes later, a buzzer sounded and the school secretary showed us into Miss Holmes's office.

Miss Holmes stood to welcome her guests and I couldn't believe the size of the woman. She must have been at least 6'3" tall and was built like an American football player. She wasn't bulky like Mummy and Auntie, she was just 'big'.

I wasn't conscious of standing with my mouth open, just gawping at her, until Mummy said, "Say hello then Stephanie." I was shaken out of my reverie and took Miss Holmes's hand and curtsied as I'd been taught to do.

"My, you are a pretty thing, aren't you Stephanie," said Miss Holmes and I blushed as hotly as I ever could remember. Her eyes seemed to burn into me as she gazed at me with such intensity.

"Thank you Miss," I replied.

"I do hope you'll be happy with us here at Brampton," continued Miss Holmes. "We find that our girls settle in quite quickly and make friends that they keep for the rest of their lives. Let me give you an idea of the types of girl you'll meet here Stephanie. Most of the girls you'll meet are, shall we say in a similar position as yourself. They are transitioning from a most undesirable male state to becoming fully-grown women. You will however meet some that have been feminised by their mothers but had not undergone surgery. Some of these are being punished for past behaviour and, in the main, they will have the option of returning to their former male role if they have behaved satisfactorily. There are others that have been feminised but either their mothers or they themselves don't want to become fully female. I must confess that personally I find this state particularly difficult to understand but we do instil in all our pupils the need to appreciate that people are different and often see things in quite different ways. Here at Brampton we are pleased to accommodate all types of people."

"Now let me come onto a few guidelines that we require you to live within. You will share a room with three other girls. I can tell you now that your roommates will be Diane, Caroline and Joan. As to their condition and stories, I'll leave you to discover that as you get to know them over the next few days. You are all arriving today and together with four other girls you are our newest intake. The other 28 girls have been here for varying lengths of time. We require you to keep your room tidy, clean and well maintained at all times. All 42 girls and staff members have breakfast together at 8.00, lunch at 1.00 and dinner in the evenings at 7.00. You will find that all members of staff are kind, sympathetic and, I hope, approachable. We do however, run a tight ship and require you to act in a disciplined and feminine way at all times.

"I don't think I need go into anymore details at this point otherwise your head will be spinning." I returned her smile and she said, "Now Stephanie, do you have any questions at all?"

I simply answered, "No, I don't think so Miss Holmes. I'm sure I'll be happy here and I'll do my very best to be a good pupil."

"Yes, I'm sure you will and if at any time you have any problems or are unhappy about anything at all, you make sure you come and tell me about them and I'll do all I can to sort things out. OK?" she said.

I simply smiled and nodded, my ponytail waving up and down furiously as I did. Miss Holmes sounded her buzzer and another lady came in from the other door into Miss Holmes's office.

"Stephanie, this is Mrs. Buck, our school nurse, she needs to take you and carry out a simple examination, just so we start out with correct records and then she'll take you to your new room."

I gave Mummy and Auntie a big hug and rushed out of the office holding my case in one hand and Mrs Buck's hand in the other, before I started crying as I'd seen Mummy and Auntie beginning to do. I knew I'd be here for just six months and that there would be times when they would visit and we'd speak on the phone and prolonging the agony would only make things worse. Mrs. Buck held my hand tightly, sensing that I was upset. No doubt she'd performed this particular duty countless times in the past.

"Don't get yourself all upset dear," she said, "you'll have the time of your life here and when it comes to the time for you to leave, you'll be even more upset, you mark my words. I've seen it so many times before. Some girls break their hearts when they have to leave their Mummy's and then just a few months later we almost have to prise their hands off the front door handles to get them in the cars to go back home."

She put her arm round my shoulder and gave me a bit of a squeeze and I felt instantly better. She was a very cuddly kind of a lady. Very warm and responsive and totally in tune with others emotional states.

When we got to her room, she asked me to take off all my clothes. For some reason I suddenly felt very shy and Mrs. Buck detected it straight away.

"Don't be shy darling," she said, "I've seen it all before and I just want to take some measurements and have a little look at you, that's all."

I stripped to my undies but was struggling to unhook my bra. Mrs.

Buck helped me unclip it and then I slipped off my knickers.

"Well, Stephanie, I don't know why you were so shy, you look lovely. Look at those lovely little titties. I remember when mine were like that, nice and firm. Now they topple out of my bra when I take it off, they don't stand out all pert like yours. I'm afraid I must have a little feel of them just to make sure they're developing OK. Yes they're both fine and really a very good size considering you've only been on the hormones for a short time. I don't know if you know but the size of your bosom is governed mainly by the size of your mother's and grandmother's. I could see your mother was a good size so no doubt you'll be a hefty lady yourself."

I did remember hearing something like that in the past but had quite forgotten it. Hearing it now made me feel really euphoric. I was so pleased that I would be like my mother.

"Now, hop up on the bed Stephanie and place your feet in the stirrups on either side of the bed."

I did as I was told and lay there completely exposed. I'd never felt so open to the elements before. I lay there completely in Mrs. Buck's hands and totally helpless. She examined my vagina with her glove-covered hands and then said she had to use a speculum to see nice and deep. She inserted the cool metal tool into my cunt and started to open my lips very wide indeed. I could feel the cool air getting to a part of me never opened before.

"Very nice my dear, you have a lovely little vagina there. Quite the nicest I've seen in a very long time and with a nice downy covering of hair already growing back. I wish all the girls that come through here looked as pretty as you down there."

I have no idea why, but I felt so proud and I guess that that was what Mrs. Buck was trying to do, to give me some self-confidence.

"Now flip over and let me take a look at the back door please."

I did and she had a good look with her fingers and some lubricant. I'm sure Mrs. Buck was only doing her job but I could have sworn that she inserted her finger and pumped a good many more times than was strictly necessary. I was getting really turned on when she stopped, and when I turned over again she looked a little flushed.

She coughed in an embarrassed way and said, "very nice as well. Lovely and tight. Now let's take a few measurements and then we can get you your uniform."

She measured every part of me and then led me into a storeroom that was adjacent to her examining room. There she gave me two brown skirts, two white blouses, five pairs of ankle length white socks, six pairs of brown knickers, two white bras, two nighties, one cardigan and two full sets of PE gear with one pair of plimsoll slippers. I was told to put on a PE set and follow her to my new room. When we arrived, the other three girls were already there. Mrs. Buck introduced us and then left us to get aquatinted.

"Have you just had your examination?" Diane asked.

"Yes, Mrs. Buck just did all the measuring, got me kitted out and brought me straight here," I replied.

"I'm Diane," she said, "this here is Caroline, she's my sister and that's Joan, we've only just met her ourselves."

"Yes, I've only been here about 15 minutes myself," said Joan.

The first thing that was obvious from meeting my new roommates was that I was the biggest of all of us. Both Diane and Caroline were very slim girls. Joan was very slim also but much shorter than the other two, probably standing at just a few inches over 5'.

"That's your bed over there. I hope you don't mind but someone had to choose and they all seem to be much of a muchness. Neither Caroline or me like sleeping too close to the window so we chose these two and Joan asked if she could have the one near the washbasin as she gets very thirsty in the night."

"It's perfect," I said, "I like sleeping close to the window anyway."

They all smiled in relief. I started unpacking and Joan finished off putting her few bits away. None of us had much as the school didn't allow too many personal possessions. It was their way of building camaraderie. No personal possessions means no rivalry. We weren't allowed personal hi-fi's or our own clothes. It was school uniform and a few essentials like toothbrush and hairbrush.

By the time we were all sorted out the bell rung to summon us to lunch. The food was really nice and it was good to see all the other girls, although we all stuck together as we were clearly the new girls. Caroline spotted four other girls looking just as lost as us and went over to speak to them. She called us over so all the new girls could sit together and get to know each other. Security in numbers, I suppose.

It turned out the other girls were in the room next to ours. They were Sasha (who looked like she came from a Mediterranean country), Mary, Elaine and Frances. Elaine was very tall but very slim whilst Mary was a similar height and build to me.

During lunch a girl came and gave us all copies of our lesson timetable. After lunch we were to go to our first class which was cooking with Mrs. Pratt and then later that afternoon it was PE with Miss Pearce.

We all toddled off to English where we met Mrs. Pratt, a black woman with a huge smile. She greeted us all by name and I was to learn later that all the staff had been given copies of our photographs and brief biographies a week before we got to school.

"Now girls," she began, "we are going to have a great time together. I'll be taking you for cooking but I'll also be your housemother. You can come to me with any of your problems and I'll be there to keep an eye on you - sometimes at times when you don't want me to." she said with a raucous laugh.

Cooking was fun and even during that first lesson I learned things that I couldn't wait to show Mummy and my Aunts.

At 3.30 Mrs. Pratt ushered us off in the direction of the gymnasium to meet Miss Pearce. She turned out to be a lot younger than the other members of staff we'd met up to then but I guess she would have to be to teach PE. She really was very strongly built. She looked all muscle but strangely, not in a masculine way. She wore an all in one athletics suit with no sleeves and short legs. You could see her muscle definition through the flimsy material together with the fact that her boobs were small and very firm, almost like a man's pecs. In contrast the eight of us in our shorts and vests looked positively dowdy and frumpy. It was clear that in comparison to this female, Adonis we didn't have a muscle between us.

Miss Pearce was just lovely and so much fun. At times it was difficult to do what she'd asked of us because we were laughing so much. She helped us to understand that if we worked hard with her we would have much better balance, deportment and carriage. Miss Pearce would demonstrate something and then help us to try to replicate her movements. She was incredibly strong but very graceful in all her movements and I remember thinking how lovely it must be to be so nimble.

No sooner had we started than it was 4.50 and it was time to finish. If all our lessons were to be like this one I knew I'd have a lovely time. We all went into the changing room and the wave of embarrassment hit us all at exactly the same time. We had to strip off and get into the showers, get dried off and get changed in front of everybody else.

Miss Pearce breezed into the changing room behind us calling at the same time, "come on girls, all in the shower and the last one in's a grumpy frump."

She shot in front of us and pulled down her suit, slipping her arms out in one slick movement. No sooner had she bared her boobs than she'd pulled the whole thing down and there she was, totally naked. She had lovely firm tits and a completely bald cunt with a pronounced mound above what looked like very tight lips.

Sasha started to enthusiastically strip her gear off and Mary followed. I joined in and soon everyone was stripping off. We ran into the showers but whilst Miss Pearce ran in just as she'd always run most of us ran with hands covering our 'private' bits. The shower room was one big room with showerheads mounted on the walls just above head height and once in there you had to move your hands to soap all over.

Whilst it was steamy, for the first time we all saw the condition that we were all in. We hadn't been in there for more than 20 seconds when Miss Pearce started a speech that I suspect she gave to all newcomers.

"Now girls, this is the first time but not the last that we'll all see each other. We may be all a bit different from each other and all different from how we used to be but we all look lovely and through our time here we'll all get even lovelier. Now I don't want anyone having sly looks at each other so here's what I want you to do. I want each of you to file past me and have a good look at me all over. I'll move into any position you want so you can see everything as well as you want to. Then I want you to have a good look at each other. You must move into any position that anyone asks you to. All got that?"

We all stood stunned but nodding.

"Come on then Frances, you're closest start looking." Having said that Miss Pearce started to move into every position you could think of. She raised one leg to allow her fanny to pop open, she squatted and she bent over and pulled her arse cheeks open. Soon we were all filing past and looking very closely at every aspect of this lovely lady. Then she started going up to people and asking to see them. She came up to me and asked me to bend over and pull my cunt lips open, which I happily did.

Soon everyone was asking to see everybody else. Elaine, Joan and Sasha still had their cocks whilst the rest now had cunts. Elaine and Joan's cocks were really small and looked like they had somehow been shrunk. Sasha had a really large cock, which was stiffening up with every second that passed. It got to be almost vertical when Miss Pearce asked Sasha if she could take a close look. She held the throbbing member in her hand and got down on her haunches to take a close look. Just at that point poor Sasha could contain herself no longer and shot a huge wad of spunk right in Miss Pearce's face. She was so surprised that she opened her mouth and before she could say, "Oh!" her mouth was filled.

She certainly didn't look embarrassed but slurped the lot down and then looked up at Sasha. Both looked quite serious for a moment before spontaneously bursting into laughter. We all joined in and Mary and I went and gave Sasha a good hug.

Getting dried was a really pleasant experience and none of us was in the least bit shy about walking around in the nude. I must confess that I found it difficult to take my eyes off Sasha's cock as even though she had just cum and her cock was not at all hard, she was still very large in that department. As she dried herself off, her cock would swing back and forth enticingly. And I wasn't the only one who had eyes for this lovely dick. I caught Miss Pearce with her eyes glued to it at one point. She saw me watching her and gave me a cheeky wink and a big smile.

After dinner the four of us decided to spend the evening in our room getting to know each other. I suggested that we tell our stories in the order that we had arrived at the school and the other girls agreed. That meant that Diane and Caroline told their story first.

It seemed that when they were quite young their father had left them all for another woman, leaving their mother distraught and them bewildered. Their mother developed a sudden and violent reaction against men that manifested itself in some quite bizarre behaviour, including the trashing of the men's wear store where he had an account.

As this was her first offence, the court placed her on probation and she then settled down to a steely, ruthless campaign to 'take the bastard for all he is worth', which she pretty much did. She then took the decision to reek her final retribution by relocating to a totally different part of the country and reinventing their identities, including dressing her little boys as girls.

They were young enough to readjust quite quickly and about four months after their relocation and transition their mother considered it was 'safe' to put them in a primary school. Whilst their first names had been retained, they had changed their surname and had never seen their father since, a fact that didn't seem to bother them at all. Their transition seemed to have been a total success as neither of them could even remember their previous names.

When the 'girls' were 17 and 16 their mother took them to the Philippines where they both underwent surgery to complete their physical transition. They were both on hormones, which had changed their body shapes into nice feminine figures although their boobs were very small. They had been sent to the school to ensure that they continued their progress through to womanhood in a more refined way than if left to their own devises.

I got the impression that both Diane and Caroline were really pleasant well-balanced girls and I could see that we were destined to get on well and have some good fun whilst at Brampton.

Joan went next. Joan started life as Johnny. He was the youngest of three boys and had no sisters. Unsurprisingly, this was a real disappointment to his mother who desperately wanted a little girl.

Surprisingly though, it was an equal disappointment to his father who also badly wanted a daughter.

When Johnny was about 13, his mother discovered his father sexually abusing him. She came home early from visiting her sister and found Johnny dressed in some of her clothes being forced to perform oral sex on his father. She then discovered that this had been going on for a couple of years.

It hadn't occurred to her that, as her husband wanted less and less to do with her in bed he was spending more and more time with Johnny. She also had failed to notice that he had become quite feminine in his ways, thinking that he was just growing up less masculine than his brothers.

Johnny's father broke down when discovered and swore he wouldn't do it again but of course he did carry on making sure that he was even more discreet and careful. Johnny's brother both joined the army during the following year whilst Johnny retained his feminine character, which his mother somewhat expected but didn't realise this was due to the continuing abuse.

When Johnny was 15 his mother caught her husband abusing Johnny again and lost all reason. She attacked him with a kitchen knife and managed to severely damage his genitals. Johnny crouched in the corner whimpering whilst his mother sat and watched her husband slowly bleed to death. Johnny's mother was arrested and tried for murder. She was found guilty of manslaughter by reason of diminished responsibility and Johnny was placed in the care of the local authority. After a really dreadful few months for Johnny in a care hostel, his mother's sister agreed to have him live with her and to arrange some psychological counselling. This showed that Johnny really did see himself as a girl and after much debate and deliberation it was decided to send Johnny (now renamed Joan) to Brampton to see if the move to a female psyche was permanent.

If it were deemed to be irrevocable Joan would then have the option of having surgery. Consequently Joan had kept her cock and had only very small boobs as a result of some massage; she was on no medication.

I then told them my story by which time it was time for bed. We all stripped off to get into our nighties. Caroline asked if she could have a better look at my tits, which I of course agreed to. She came over and started to feel their weight and their firmness. "Compared to ours, they're so big." She said.

"They'll be even bigger soon," I said, "I'm having some implants to make me look more like my mother."

By this time both Joan and Diane joined her and soon I was being titted up by all three of them.

"Hang on," I said, "this is getting me turned on."

"Would that be so bad?" said Diane, with a smirk on her face. She then moved one of her hands down to my cunt and she started to rub her finger along my slit. I was getting really hot by now and when she slipped a finger between my lips, my knees buckled. They helped lay me on the bed where Caroline and Joan continued on my tits and Diane prised my legs apart to gain greater access to my vagina. I was soon writhing in ecstasy as Diane flicked her fingertips across my clit.

Caroline started to suck one of my nipples giving the lead to Joan to follow suit. I held my feet as I opened my knees as wide as they would go so that Diane could have as much access as possible. Joan moved round to get a better angle for sucking my nipple.

This put her cock close to my head and without thinking I simply turned my head, opened my mouth and drew her cock into my warm mouth. She gasped out loud. Just as I was really getting going with her small but very hard cock I too was forced to gasp as Caroline, who had herself shifted position, smoothly inserted her finger knuckle deep up my arsehole.

Never having sucked a cock before I have no idea how I knew that Joan was building to her climax but I just knew she was. I really wanted to taste that spunk but just as she was about to cum, the bedroom door opened and there in the doorway stood Miss Pratt.

By the look on her face she wasn't about to ask us if we wanted to help her bake bread. The sight of four intertwined bodies bouncing around on one bed meant it would be difficult to concoct a viable excuse for our behaviour.

"Just thought I'd pop my head in the door and see if you were all getting on alright but I can see that you're all getting on a little too alright. Perhaps I might have a private word with each of you, starting with Caroline as you look the least intertwined and perhaps not in quite such an advanced state."

With that she left. Caroline slipped her nightie over her head and rushed off in the direction of Miss Pratt's bedroom, which was at the end of the corridor.

Ten minutes later she came back and told Diane to go along. We asked her what had gone on and she said that Miss Pratt was really nice. She told her that she understood that we would want to experiment with each other but that we ought to be careful of each others feelings and sensitivities and that maybe this was just a bit too much a bit too early. Likewise Diane told Joan it was her turn and she told a similar story. Joan was a bit longer and called for me to go to her room.

I got a similar lecture but then Miss Pratt asked me, "Stephanie how long have you been sucking cocks?"

"I've never sucked one before Miss," I replied.

"Oh, I see," she said thoughtfully, "Did you enjoy it?"

"Yes Miss," I said looking down a bit embarrassed.

"What did you like about it Stephanie?" she continued.

"I loved the taste and the feel and the texture, I guess I just liked it all, Miss."

"Joan is a little on the small side though, isn't she?"

"Yes Miss, I suppose she is, although even when I had one, mine was about that size. I guess they do come bigger."

"Oh yes Stephanie, they certainly come bigger. Do you think you would like a bigger one."

"Oh yes Miss, I know I would."

"Stephanie, you know that all the girls here are gradually transforming into girls to one extent or another don't you?"

"Yes Miss," I replied.

"Well, did you know that most of the staff have been through a similar transition?"

"Oh no Miss, I didn't know that at all." I said with real surprise. She left her last statement to sink in and sink in it did until I suddenly blurted out, "What including you?"

"Yes Melanie, including me."

"To what extent Miss?" I asked hesitantly.

"Well, would you like to see?"

"Yes please Miss," I said eagerly.

With that she stood up and removed her pyjama top to show a wonderful pair of chocolate tits topped with knobbly nipples that were absolutely jet-black. She turned her back and slipped down her bottoms. When she straightened I saw a lovely pair of chocolate brown arse cheeks. Slowly she turned around until she was facing me full on and there dangling between her legs was an enormous cock. Even I was aware that I was sitting there with my mouth wide open. Next to what I was beholding now, Joan's cock looked like a little peanut. This was truly a monster. It was as black as her nipples with a large bulbous knob on the end. Her large crinkly balls hung behind it and the whole area was covered with a tight mass of black curls. And it all belonged to my cookery teacher/housemother.

"Well, what do you think?" asked Miss Pratt.

"Gorgeous," I said without taking my eyes off the huge hanging member.

"You can get a little closer if you like," said Miss Pratt, "In fact you can get a lot closer if you like."

I took the offer and shifted over to sit on the edge of her bed with her standing right in front of me. I was looking her one eyed monster straight in the eye. Looking up I could see her huge brown tits dangling close to my forehead. Her nipples were stiff and protruding a good half-inch. I reached out my hand and lifted her cock feeling it's considerable weight. With my other hand I cupped her lovely balls. I lifted her cock towards my open mouth. It tasted wonderful. Not unlike Joan's but in another way not like hers at all. It began to stiffen in my mouth and that felt fabulous. It not only grew in length but considerable in girth. It was now beginning to really stretch my mouth, which I'd opened as wide as I thought I could open it and then some.

I started to move my mouth backwards and forwards and she began to move her hips to fuck my very willing mouth. She started to cup her tits, hoisting one up so she could lick her own nipple. I slid a hand between her legs to feel her arse cheeks. She let her tits fall and placed her hands on her arse cheeks and began to pull them apart. I took the invitation and knowing from recent experience just how good this can feel I pushed my finger into her arsehole.

As I pumped my mouth back and forth I started to match the rhythm with my finger. Miss Pratt began to moan quite loudly and I started to worry that someone outside might hear. As if aware of this she picked opened the drawer of her bedside cabinet and pulled out a huge dildo. She shoved it into her mouth and began to fuck her mouth with the huge black length of rubber. When I'd been sucking for a good five minutes Miss Pratt gave an enormous grunt, lunged forward, held the back of my head with one hand and shot her load into my mouth.

I tried to swallow the whole load but there was too much and it arrived too fast. It started spilling out of my mouth and dropping down onto my chest. When she'd finished she leant forward and kissed me on my forehead. She then squatted down and scooped up the spilled cum from off my chest and put her finger into my mouth where I sucked her finger nearly as hard as I'd just sucked her cock.

"You know you really are very good at that young lady."

"Thank you Miss," I replied

"Did you enjoy it?" she asked.

"Oh yes Miss, very much," I replied

"I think for the time being, we would be better to keep this our little secret, don't you?"

"Yes, of course Miss," I said.

"I think we are going to have a very close relationship Stephanie. Would you like that?"

"Oh yes Miss, I really would," I said.

"I would like to 'sort you out' but I think considering how long you've been here already, that it might be best if you went back to your room. And while you lay in bed, why don't you think about what you would like me to do for you to 'return the favour' as soon as we can find an opportunity."

I was a bit disappointed that our meeting was to be cut prematurely short but simply replied, "Yes Miss."

"Gosh, you were a long while," said Caroline when I walked into our room, "what she say to you then?"

"Much the same as you really," I said.

"Well, she sure took her time saying it."

"Yes, I guess she did. I'm tired, can we turn out the light now."

"Guess so," said Diane and reached over to the light switch.

Laying there in the dark, it really didn't take me very long to work out 'what favour' Miss Pratt might perform for me. I was determined that she was going to be the one to pop my cherry. And I was determined that I wouldn't wait long for it either. As things turned out I had to wait quite a time before I could claim my favour. Miss Pratt had to take some time off to nurse her mother following an operation. During her absence, Miss Holmes took us for cookery and she was really nice. She was a most imposing lady being so tall and well built but she was really sweet. As I was one of the biggest girls in the school, being close to Miss Holmes was a real treat. She made me feel small and I loved her for it.

Life settled into a predictable but happy routine. Apart from our lessons in cooking and PE, we had lessons in deportment, hygiene and beauty care. Every other evening I would telephone Mummy and often one or more of my Auntie's would be there so I was able to speak with them as well. Of course, they wanted to know everything and I told them everything, well almost everything. The eight of us newcomers bonded together into a really good team. It soon became clear that the school was made up of six groups of eight girls as each new intake had formed themselves into a close group of friends although it was really quite easy to get to know all the other girls.

One ritual, which at the beginning seemed most odd to me, occurred every Monday morning, in the gymnasium. All girls had to line up stripped naked so that Mrs. Buck could do a quick hygiene inspection before seeing all girls individually throughout the week. We stood in three lines whilst Mrs Buck and Miss Holmes walked slowly up and down each line closely scrutinising each girl.

Miss Holmes would smile at each girl after having a really thorough look at her. She would sometimes lift a breast to examine it and perhaps look underneath it. Sometimes she would want to have a close look at a girl's cock or ask her to bend over and pull her cheeks apart. I think it was her way of assessing progress and make sure we were keeping clean as well as ensuring Mrs Buck was doing her job correctly.

Seeing the various shapes and sizes that stood there for 10 minutes was quite an education in itself. My rough estimate showed that about 70% of the girls had received surgery and of those who hadn't about 50% looked like they weren't going to as their cocks were of normal size. The others had shrivelled members and from the embarrassed look on their faces, many of them looked like they had serious regrets about not having had the operation before coming to Brampton.

When my first appointment to see Mrs Buck arrived, I was again asked by her to strip and was subjected to a thorough examination and as promised a full measuring.

It appeared that in just that one week I'd added to my hips and bustline. Mrs Buck then told me that I was to receive the first of my implants that very afternoon so I wasn't to have any lunch. I told the girls in my room at lunchtime as I sat sipping just a small glass of water. They were delighted for me and I detected a certain degree of envy.

At 3.00 Mrs Buck took me through a previously closed door in her examining room into a small but fully equipped operating theatre. There she along with a nurse and lady doctor prepared me for surgery.

It seemed that the doctor and nurse were retained to perform small operations on the school premises which they did every month or so. When I awoke I was in my bed with the other girls sitting by my side. The dears had watched over me from the time lessons finished at 5.00 until I awoke at about 6.30.

They then took it in shifts so that they could all get down to the dining room for dinner. I expected to be sore but was in fact just very tired and dozed off to sleep a number of times until lights out when I slept soundly through until morning.

In the morning Mrs Buck took me to the bathroom to help me wash, keeping my dressings dry. I did get a bit of a look at my now inflated tits and couldn't wait for the dressings to be completely removed. This routine took place each morning until day 5 when Mrs Buck, having washed me said she would now remove the dressings.

"Oh my," she said as the last of the dressings fell away, "they're lovely." And they were. I had been promoted to a B cup from my previous A cup but the difference seemed more than one letter in the alphabet to me. They were so much fuller and somehow, although probably imaginary, my nipple and aureole seemed so much larger.

"Your mother asked them to use saline implants rather than silicon," she said.

"Because they're safer?" I asked.

"Oh, no, no, my dear. You're right they are safer. If saline leaks it will do you no harm whereas silicon can be dangerous. No, your mother thought that apart from the safety aspects, they would be best because so often silicon implants give the impression of the breasts being too firm, whereas saline allows the breast to droop more, giving a much more normal look."

I was so pleased. This would mean that I would stand more chance of looking just like Mummy and my Aunts. Mrs Buck gave me a new larger bra to put on and put a very small dressing on the really very small incision points.

When I got back to my room to dress for lessons, my friends who wanted to see my new tits surrounded me. I slipped off my nightie and then unhooked my bra. The look on their faces was pure magic. A curious mixture of admiration, jealousy and love. I have to say that I really enjoyed the new thrust of my enlarged bosom and the way the increased weight made them bounce up and down made me feel even more feminine than ever.

Poor Joan felt even worse now about her lack of any real breasts and on the way to our first lesson, I whispered to her that after lights out that night when Diane and Caroline were asleep, she could slip into my bed and have a play with them.

Of course, when she did visit me and was gently fondling my new orbs I had to find something to do with my hands so I revisited her mini member only this time I was rewarded with a nice mouthful of her lovely hot spunk.

PE was a little more challenging now, as I was so conscious of their movement when I did any running. I was also looked at a lot more in the showers as the other girls would watch them swing as I bent down to wash my legs.

And this was only the start. I was to have even larger implants before I left the school, which was now only four months away.

One day in the gym changing room Miss Pearce sidled up to me and said how much better she thought I looked with my bigger tits. I smiled and thanked her and then she asked if she might have a closer look at the surgeon's work. I followed her into her office with just a towel wrapped around me. When we got in there, she shut the door and took my towel off me dropping it on her desk. She certainly got close enough to see the little scars as I could feel her hot breath on my nipples. They immediately started to harden, a fact that didn't pass her by as she looked at them and then up at me with the same saucy smile I'd seen on her face when she was looking at Sasha's cock.

I smiled back and nodded to her my permission to continue as she slipped her mouth over my nipple and begun to suck. I'd had the girls in my room (and by this time some in the other room) suck my nipples before, but Miss Pearce seemed to be some kind of expert. I became so turned on that I was forced to shove two fingers into my own snatch. Miss Pearce immediately pulled my hand away replacing my fingers with two of her own. I was just forced to put my arm around her and hang on as she took me to delights I'd never experienced before. She was alternating her sucking between both nipples, plunging two fingers into my cunt and rubbing my very sensitive clit with her thumb. I didn't know how she could do all that at one go, and frankly I didn't care, I was just glad that she could.

I was fast approaching an enormous orgasm and suddenly became aware that if I cried out, I'd be heard in the changing room. I picked up my towel and stuffed it into my mouth to muffle the screams that had just reached my throat at just that time. My legs completely collapsed beneath me and Miss Pearce held on to me and helped me into an armchair she had in one corner of the office.

I can't remember whether I passed out or fell asleep but I finally opened my eyes on her face close to mine blowing on my face to cool me down. I put my hands on either side of her face and drew her mouth to my own kissing her passionately. She broke the kiss and said that I'd better go and get dressed to avoid too much suspicion and that I could return the favour to her another time soon. It seemed to me that I'd heard that before and I still hadn't been able to claim my favour from then. I wasn't going to be dismissed quite so easily this time so I slid my finger passed the gusset of Miss Pearce's suit and into her sopping fanny. She was so wet that it actually started dripping onto the floor.

With my other hand, I started to pull the top half of her suit down and finally with her help the whole thing fell to the ground. Not nearly as expertly, I know, I sucked on her nipples and continued fingering her cunt. As I wasn't sure whether my sucking her nipples was really adding to her pleasure, I spun her around so she was bending over her desk and thrust three fingers into her sopping hole from behind. I sucked on the index finger from my other hand and pushed it between her lovely firm buttocks and inserted it into her tight arsehole. I pushed until it was all the way in and then pulled almost all the way out before thrusting it back in.

She started to moan and picked up my towel to repeat my stifling trick. As I was pleasuring her I noticed her hairbrush on the desk so as the rhythm moved my finger out I used the opportunity to grasp the brush and replace my finger with the handle. It was one of those handles that is very bulbous in the middle so inserting it was easy but then I had to push really quite hard to make her take the full length.

She threw her head back and grunted so loud that I thought she would be heard outside. She already knew that the last of the girls had gone so she didn't mind and grunted really loudly even though she still had a mouthful of my towel. With a free hand she opened the drawer of her desk to show me two really big vibrators just under some papers.

With an ease and dexterity that surprised even me I flipped her onto her back on the desk whilst at the same time retrieving both vibrators from the drawer and flicking both switches.

The first and fattest I plunged straight up her gaping bald cunt hole. The second I used to plug her arse hole that I had just vacated with the brush. This second vibrator was the smaller of the two but actually considerably larger than the brush handle, especially in its girth.

With Miss Pearce well and truly plugged I started to pump both vibrators in and out of her with a piston like rhythm and ferocity. She lay there completely at my mercy. Mouth filled with towel and eyes staring at the ceiling and sometimes at me. I would just smile back and she would scream out almost as if she was in the most intense pain although it was exactly the opposite.

When she at last climaxed I thought she was going to clear the desk of everything that was on it. She thrashed around like a wild woman and I began to wonder how long it had been since she last came.

Finally, she arched her back so much that she was on her head and feet at the same time and gave out the most gut wrenching scream I've ever heard. Then she collapsed and lay as still as a corpse on the desk. And that's how I left her.

I went out into the empty changing room and got dressed. As I was about to leave, I peeped through the crack in the between the door and the doorframe and could just see the still form of my PE teacher asleep on her desk with two vibrators still sticking out of her. I left the gym and as I turned the corner into the corridor I saw Miss Holmes coming the other way.

"Is Miss Pearce still there Stephanie?" she said.

"I think so Miss," I said and smiled sweetly as we passed.

It was around this time that Miss Pratt returned to school after looking after her mother. Her mother had made a full recovery and we could all tell that Mrs Pratt was glad to get back to Brampton. On her first day back Mrs Pratt caught me in the dining room and asked me if I would pop in and see her in her room a bit later.

I found it really difficult to concentrate on any lessons that day and it was probably due to my daydreaming that I lost my watch. We had finished our PE lesson and had changed back into uniform when I suddenly realised I wasn't wearing my watch on the way out. I left the others and went back to the changing rooms to look for it. Sure enough there it was laying on one of the changing benches.

On my way out I had to pass Miss Pearce's office and noticed that the door was just cracked open and there was a light on inside. I thought I'd just say goodnight again to Miss Pearce but as I got to the door some movement inside stopped me pushing it open and I just peeked in through the crack.

Inside was a sight that shocked me. There was Miss Pearce in the nude, bent over a chair and with Sasha fucking her from behind at a furious pace. I stood there watching Sasha's arse cheeks tighten and relax as she thrust that lovely cock right up our teacher.

I couldn't tell whether she was up her cunt or her arse but she was banging her really hard. I slid my hand in my knickers and frantically wanked myself off cumming just before Sasha slammed her cock home really hard as she shot her load up Miss. I exited quietly and sat in the loo to clam down before rejoining my friends.

By the time I finally got to Mrs. Pratt's room, at about 5.30, I was shaking like a leaf.

"I seem to remember I owe you a favour Stephanie," she said with a mock concern look on her face.

"Really Miss?" I said, "What was that for?"

"Well, one good turn deserves another," she said and we both burst out laughing, not able to keep the charade going any longer.

"Seriously," she continued, "Have you had any thoughts about what I might do for you?"

I shook my head and said "No not really Miss. Yes of course I have, I've hardly been able to think of anything else for the last eight weeks."

"Yes, I'm sorry about making you wait but.....," she said.

"No Miss, I didn't mean that. I just meant that I've really missed you and I really do want you to do something for me and I really can't wait for you to do it."

"And what might that be then?" she said.

"Take my cherry, please?"

"I thought you might say that. Are you sure Stephanie? I mean really sure?"

"Oh yes Miss, I'm really sure. I want to lose my virginity to someone warm and kind and...."

"Yes?" she said.

"Someone 'big'!" I said.

She laughed loudly and said, "Alright then. Now when would you like me to satisfy you? And I know you'll say right now but that simply isn't practical."

"As soon as you say it is practical then Miss." I said

"Come here tonight. But not until everyone in your room is sound asleep, and I mean sound asleep and not before 12.00 anyway to make sure everyone's asleep."

I skipped back to my room about three feet above the ground. I couldn't wait. The evening really dragged by until finally it was time for lights out at 11pm. I lay there awake willing myself not to drop off to sleep. At 11:55pm I slipped out of our room and along the corridor to Mrs Pratt's. I didn't knock, just opened the door and slipped inside. The lights were all off but I could see Mrs Pratt silhouetted by the pale moonlight coming through the thinly curtained window. I slipped off my nightie and slid into bed next to her.

"Hello Stephanie," said a voice, but it wasn't Mrs Pratt.

I fell out of bed with a thump and the bedside lamp was switched on. Sitting up in Mrs Pratt's bed was Miss Holmes. The door opened and in walked Mrs Pratt. I'd been betrayed. By the woman that I thought I could trust and that I really loved. I felt my eyes prick as the tears welled up.

Miss Holmes could see the look of distress on my face and said, "There, there, Stephanie, don't cry. Sarah, get Stephanie a glass of water will you, I think she has had a bit of a shock."

Mrs Pratt poured some water from a glass jug into a glass and handed it to me. When I'd sipped some she helped me up to sit on the bed. I hated her touch and flinched, pulling away from her.

"Oh Stephanie, please don't feel badly to Mrs Pratt. I expect you feel she's betrayed you in some way but that really isn't the case and if you give me a few minutes and an open mined I think I can explain things for you."

I sat there sipping my water and staring into my lap but was gracious enough to give my headmistress a nod of my head to permit her to continue.

"You will not be aware of this but your Aunt Marjorie and I are good friends. We go back a long way, in fact she was my teacher when I was at school. In those days there weren't that many women teachers in boys schools, she was one of the few. Yes my dear, I went to a boys school, because, you see, I was a boy. Yes, I know that must come, as something of a surprise to you but it's perfectly true. I lived all my teens and quite a few of my twenties as a boy. Then one day my parents were both killed in a boating accident and I decided that this was my opportunity to begin a new life. I bumped into your Auntie Marjorie at a school reunion and after a long and convoluted story, which I won't bore you with, now at any rate, I started life as a woman. It was she who helped me start this school many years later. Well, when I was approached about you coming here I was delighted to have a chance to pay her a kindness and readily agreed. However, both she and in particular your mother were concerned that you might want to experiment with any males we had here. I assured them that we had no men here but that along with myself we did have some on the teaching staff who still have their old equipment in working order. Yes, I can see that tonight is a real night of bombshells for you. Yes I still have my old male equipment in full working order."

"But, but, but you said you couldn't understand people who..."

"People who hadn't gone the whole way with surgery. Yes I did say that. My little joke I'm afraid. Of course you didn't notice your mother and aunt trying to stifle their giggles when I said it did you? No, of course not. Well, anyway I promised your mother that if you were to lose your virginity here, a fact that she is incidentally not unhappy with, I would personally supervise it to ensure that it goes well. I then had words with staff in this category to enlist their co-operation. So you see my dear, Mrs Pratt was not being disloyal to you, she was being loyal to me and to the promise she'd made you. Now I know what you will be thinking, she made a promise to you too and you are, of course, quite right and she would like to keep that promise, wouldn't you Sarah?"

"Yes, Pam I would. Stephanie, I love you in a very special way. I have had pupils in the past that have found out what I have here. Some have asked me to provide the same service that you would like and I have always refused. For the most part no one ever finds out what I have here. I felt compelled to show you and to agree to 'break you in' because you do mean so much to me. From he first moment I saw you I felt strangely drawn to you, like never before. I told Miss Holmes of my feeling and the fact that I suspected you might have some feelings for me and here we are. I never wanted to hurt you darling, just do the right things and make things nice for you."

Mrs Pratt looked so upset as she spoke that my heart was breaking. I jumped up and rushed to her and hugged her for all I was worth. While we hugged there were times when I felt she would have let me go but I just kept on hugging her. Eventually she took both my upper arms in her hands, held me at arms length and smiled at me with tears running down her cheeks. I was crying too and I looked over at Miss Holmes who was still sitting up in bed in her nightie all misty-eyed.

"Now Stephanie," she said, " Sarah will fulfil her promise but I'm not sure that tonight we're all in the best frame of mind to do it. But I don't want you going back to your room all upset like this so I think you'd better come with me to my room where I can keep an eye on you and make sure you're alright."

Miss Holmes got out of bed and as she bent down at the end of the bed to pick up her robe her nightie rose high above her buttocks and I was treated to a marvellous view of her wide feminine arse. She put on her robe and took my hand to lead me to her room. I hugged Mrs Pratt before I left and trotted down the corridor to place my hand in Miss Holmes's open hand.

We went to her room and without putting the light on Miss Holmes turned back the covers and got in patting the bed next to her as an indication that I should join her. I confess that I had been expecting a large double bed but in actual fact it wasn't much larger than a single bed. When I got in I found that I was lying on my back with her arm round my shoulders and she hugged me to herself.

"Don't worry darling," she said, "it will all work itself out soon, trust me." And with that she kissed me so gently on the forehead that I felt totally peaceful.

I cuddled up to her resting my head against her large bosom. Whilst her nightie was very pretty it was so covered with lace that it was difficult for me to get in a position where a piece of lace wasn't either tickling my nose or brushing against my lips. I started to fidget.

"Sorry, I expect that's not very comfortable is it. Truth is I never wear anything in bed so my nighties are only for walking about in, that's why I buy pretty one's that I suppose aren't very practical in other ways. Would you like me to take it off?"

"If that would be more comfortable for you too, yes I would." I

replied

With that she sat up and removed her nightie and I felt I ought to do the same. When we lay back down together I felt more comfortable than I felt in a long time. Lying in the arms of someone who I think really did care about me, I relaxed and cuddled up close to her and fell fast asleep.

The bright sunshine streaming through the curtains that were slightly parted woke me in the morning and the first thing I became aware of was Miss Holmes's prick poking me in the small of my back. I used to have that problem. Whether I wanted to or not, I always awoke with a hard on. Miss Holmes might not have woken up like this every morning but she certainly had today.

By slightly adjusting my position I managed to get her cock sliding along my bum crack and she responded by gently rubbing along the crack although she was still very much asleep. I glanced at the clock to see that it was 5.30. As she roused she realised what was happening and lifted her cock up again so it was back in the small of my back and gave me a lovely warm hug at the same time.

"You really are a naughty girl aren't you?" she said. "As much as I'd like to continue rubbing along the sweet little valley, Mrs Pratt is going to be the one to penetrate you first."

Having said that she reached over to her phone on the bedside cabinet and pushed three buttons.

"Sarah, sorry to call so early but we're both awake and I think young Stephanie here would quite like to have you join us. Right!

"Now young lady, let's have a nice cuddle while we wait for Mrs Pratt to arrive."

As we cuddled, I found my face level with her substantial bosom and took her large nipple in my mouth. I was still suckling at her breast when Mrs Pratt arrived. She hoisted her nightie off over her head and slipped into bed next to us squashing me between them. Their hands immediately started to explore me and I had no idea whose fingers were probing where. I grasped both their cocks and whilst Mrs Pratt's was obviously larger, Miss Holmes was a very large cock too.

Mrs. Pratt's cock was thick, black and very hard with a very black bulbous knob and no foreskin. Miss Holmes's was not quite as thick but was just about as long. It seemed that whilst she was really hard and her knob was exposed, it was exposed because her foreskin had rolled back.

We were all getting pretty worked up and got to a point where Miss Holmes considered I was ready to be entered. Working as one, they flipped me onto my back. Miss Holmes positioned herself up at my head and held my feet up by her shoulders, exposing my cunt and causing my lips to gape wide. Mrs Pratt positioned herself down between my thighs and lined her cock up with my hole. To ensure a really smooth entry, Miss Holmes leaned forward and taking Mrs Pratt's cock in her hand she engaged the head of it with my sopping channel.

Mrs Pratt eased forward and the head of her cock began to slide into me. She gently pressed her cock home until I could feel her balls touch my arsecheeks. Once home she waited for a few seconds before slowly easing back, almost all the way out. She then pushed forward again filling me up completely. She repeated this movement gradually speeding up.

As she sped up she shifted her position slightly, which meant that I could feel her thick black curls tickling my engorged clit. I nearly shot through the ceiling at this and my eyes and mouth both opened wide. Just above my head I could see Miss Holmes erect prick bouncing around. I pulled it down towards my mouth and started to suck it hard.

We settled into a rhythm that suited me being well and truly fucked whilst I could easily coax Miss Holmes to an inevitable climax. Mrs Pratt's pubes together with her lovely pole plunging in and out of my tight fanny meant that my own climax was just about to hit me. I think it was the explosion of cum in my mouth that took me over the edge and just as I was coming to terms with the power of my orgasm, Mrs Pratt erupted inside me.

All three of us collapsed into a sweaty, tangled heap of joyous contentment. I have no idea what happened next because I only remember I was waking up being cuddled from both sides by two very lovely ladies and reaching down I found two very sticky semi-hard penises.

I lay there with my eyes closed gently wanking them back to life, which really wasn't difficult. I turned on my side to face Miss Holmes and gave her a nice kiss on her lips. Her lips parted and her tongue began to explore my mouth. I eased her now solid rod between my thighs and shifted forward so that she could slide along my still soaking slit.

She moved a bit lower in the bed and as I felt her cock slip into my hole I gasped with delight that she could enter me from that angle. Her cock must have been slightly banana shaped to do it. A moment later, not to be left out, Mrs Pratt slipped a finger up my arsehole.

"Sarah," said Miss Holmes, "did you know that Stephanie has a passion for having a large object in her cunt whilst an equally large object is inserted in her arse?"

I looked shocked. Where had she got that idea?

Seeing the look on my face she continued, "yes the other day I found poor Miss Pearce lying naked on her desk with two vibrators wedged in her holes. I think Miss Pearce would want us to repay the favour to whoever ambushed her, don't you."

"Of course she would Pam. And I'm happy to play my part."

As she said that I could feel the head of her cock replacing her finger and nudging against my arsehole. I was very slippery from all the spunk pumped into me, which was gently leaking out of my cunt and lubricating my bottom. But taking a cock was a much different proposition than being fingered, let alone a cock the size of the chocolate log now pressing against my anus. Mrs Pratt who was about to break in both my holes was every bit as gentle and patient with my back bottom as she had with my front bottom.

Miss Holmes moved very slowly, allowing Mrs Pratt to dictate pace and movement, concentrating most of her efforts into pinching my nipples, which was turning me on unbelievably. Soon Mrs Pratt was completely in and I honestly felt no pain at all. Just and incredible feeling of being completely filled. Once both cocks were well embedded they both struck up a rhythm that supported each other's desire to hose both my holes down with a second helping of their baby cream.

Having already cum once they were really up for a long fuck and that's exactly what I got. They fucked me in perfect synchronisation for at least 20 minutes. Mrs Pratt was reaching around me at the same time and playing with my tits, leaving Miss Holmes to tweak my nipples unmercifully. There was the low hum of grunting and moaning coming from all three of us as they stuck to their relentless tempo.

Eventually, I confess, I could take no more. I had climaxed at least five times during this sustained fucking and was literally seeing stars before my eyes. As if knowing that I was way over the edge they both increased their pace as I was fucked to the edge of oblivion.

Suddenly a warm flood hit my insides and their gunge started to overflow from both my holes even though their huge swollen dicks were well wedged into me.

Again I must have fallen asleep or even passed out as when I awoke, Miss Holmes had gone and I was left cuddling just Mrs Pratt. I looked at the clock and saw that it was 10.25. Mrs Pratt told me that Miss Holmes had got up in time for the start of school at 9.00 and as she had no lessons until 11.00, she had stayed to comfort me.

I had missed my first lesson but Miss Holmes was going to explain to my roommates that I had gone to Mrs Pratt in the night as I was feeling ill and that Mrs Pratt was looking after me.

When I returned to lessons, the girls were quite concerned about me but I told them I'd just had a bit of a headache and that I was feeling much better now.

During the next four months I had many experiences with the other girls in my room and those from other rooms as well but nothing quite lived up to the intensity of that morning. We never repeated it but over the next four months I did enjoy separate times with both Miss Holmes and Mrs Pratt and was a well-fucked young lady by the time I'd finished school.

The times with Mrs Pratt were quite special to me, as we had grown really very close over the weeks. We loved being together, chatting and cuddling as well as fucking.

There was just one other major incident that occurred at Brampton that is worth recording. Regardless of the fact that Miss Holmes had 'paid me back' for the occasion with Miss Pearce, Miss Pearce wanted a return match. She finally got it about 7 weeks after the first time. It was a Friday evening just before I was about to go to bed, so it would have been about 10.30.

I'd just come out of my room and was heading for the bathroom with just my dressing gown on when she caught me in the corridor and said, "Stephanie, you're a big girl, can you give me a hand to move the larger trampoline over to the other side of the storeroom please."

I said, "Yes Miss, of course, I'll just go and get some clothes on."

She said, "No need to worry about that, it's on wheels and is not too heavy but I need someone at the other end to wheel it over straight. If I do it on my own it tends to go at an angle."

I followed her to the storeroom and she was right, it wasn't difficult although it took a little time to get it into the gap that had been left for it.

When we'd finished she said to me, "Well, I think I owe you some refreshment for all your hard work."

I said, "No, no, please don't worry about that. I was pleased to help."

But she insisted so I went with her to her room. There she opened a bag of crisps and brought out a bottle of sherry. We sat chatting and enjoying the 'feast' even though it was getting late. I knew that I'd have to find my way back to our room in the dark as the lights had gone out just as we reached her door.

By the time I'd had a couple of sherries, I was feeling a little light headed and Miss Pearce was clearly feeling 'happy'. We both giggled a lot as we sat together on her small couch listening to the quiet music in the background. I'd never been seduced before but when she turned, slipped her arm around me and drew me into a passionate kiss, I knew that this is what it must feel like. It felt pretty good too.

We were now reclined on the couch and she took my hand and led me over to her bed kissing me all the time. There on the bed she undid my robe and her hands found my erect and very hard nipples. She was so smooth in the way that she gradually brought me to a heightened state of arousal. I lay on the bed with my hands above my head and let her have her way with me.

I didn't even notice when she'd placed both my hands in slings that effectively tied them to the two sides of the top of the bed. She kissed her way all the way down my body, stopping to flick her tongue over my clit as she eased my feet into two more securings at the feet of the bed. I was now tied to the four corners of the bed and reaching under the bed she produced a silk scarf which she deftly passed around my head and gagged me. All of this happened while I was so excited I had no idea what was happening. I was in a total state of abandonment.

"Well now, my little sexy vixen, I seem to have the upper hand this time." She must have seen a look of terror in my eyes because she went on, "don't look so frightened, I'm not going to hurt you. In fact, quite the opposite but this time I want to be in control and more than that, I want you to know that you are completely powerless. Of course, you don't know just what happened when you left me last time do you?

"There I was lying on my desk with my legs akimbo and two vibrators filling both my holes when the door opens and standing there is my boss. This is my first term here and I'm now about to be sacked for gross misconduct. That would look great on my CV wouldn't it? Anyway, Miss Holmes stands there with her mouth wide open, looking, not at my face but at my cunt and arse. I was horrified until I saw that she was actually captivated with the view and was actually licking her lips. She closed the office door and took hold of both vibrators and started to remove them.

"I'm thinking she's just about to blow her top when she thrusts them back in and twists them. She does it once more and then removes the front one and starts rubbing my clit with it. By this time I'm back up on the mountaintop again, at which she hands me the vibrator and tells me to keep doing it to myself. So I stand up and by squatting, I'm wanking myself with a vibrator with another one hanging out of my arsehole.

"At the same time she starts to strip and thinking I'm about to have a rerun of our little session you can imagine the look on my face when she removes her knickers. Her erect cock sprung into view just as I was about to enjoy about my 200^th mini climax. She turned me round, pulled out the vibrator up my arse and replaced it with her throbbing cock. I was vigorously fucked for about five minutes when she shot a huge wad of spunk up inside me. She then pulled her cock out and shoved the vibrator back in as a plug so I didn't lose her deposit. Since then she has fucked me in every position possible. I have never known anyone who can keep going as long as her and as many times in such a short period of time. So I have a lot to thank you for my darling Stephanie and I want to show you how thankful I am tonight."

During that long night I was fucked with the same two vibrators that I had plugged her with. She fucked me nearly to death with a strap on dildo that she told me Miss Holmes had bought her so she could fuck her from time to time. She sat on my face and made me eat her out for what seemed like hours and I got virtually no sleep.

Because Miss Pearce was a PE teacher, she was incredibly fit and her stamina level was awesome. I wasn't tied up or gagged all night, of course, and I asked her why she'd flagged so early on at our previous encounter while now she could keep going for hours on end. She told me that the first time we had sex was the first time she'd climaxed for months. She had poured all her energy into this new job and had not so much as wanked herself off let alone had a good fuck for a long time.

That's why she had collapsed on her desk. By the time I slipped back into bed at about 4 in the morning I was stiff, exhausted and very sore. Both holes were permanently open and my nipples felt like they had been pulled off.

Just one month before I was due to leave school, Mrs Buck prepared me for my next surgery. It was almost a complete repeat of the first operation. And like last time, my roommates couldn't wait to have a viewing of my new enlarged tits. And just like last time, my nipples seemed to have visibly increased at the same time. My tits felt huge now and my nipples looked permanently engorged. I loved them. I walked proudly thrusting them out and loved the degree of sag that I saw when I removed my bra and saw them hanging on my chest.

Strangely, I loved to lay on my back and feel the sensation as they rest there spread over my chest. Foolishly, I thought they looked just like Mummy's and can well remember the feeling of some disappointment when Mummy came to visit me and I was able to compare the thrust of her tits under her dress against my own. Mummy detected something wasn't right and managed to elicit from me what was wrong.

"Darling, you look wonderful. I'm sure everyone in the school is jealous of your beautiful bustline. And don't forget, we have said that given time you can have the bosom of your choice. If you should want them removed that would be fine or if you should want a giant bosom, that would also be fine. You haven't had them that size for long so enjoy them as they are and be patient."

I was patient and I truly did love my new breasts. I have to say that although I could only flaunt them in front of Miss Holmes, Miss Pearce and Mrs Pratt for a few weeks, they loved them too. I had a job keeping my roommates out of my bed at nights too. Almost every night I had one of them in with me suckling on a nipple until they dropped off to sleep, and I usually awoke to one suckling on one as well.

Leaving my mother and Auntie's to come to school was perhaps the saddest day of my life up to then but now came the second saddest day. I had to leave school and that meant leaving all my friends and Miss Holmes, Miss Pearce and saddest of all Mrs Pratt. Mummy and Auntie Marjorie came to collect me and I remember crying all the way to the car and most of the way home. When I got home my other Aunts all flocked round me and fussed over me dreadfully, but it was very kind of them, and I liked it. There was definitely a hole left in my hearts affections though but I was badly mistaken in thinking that that was the last I'd see of Brampton Manor and the people I'd met there.

  

  

  

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