Taught a Lesson

Taught a Lesson 19

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for the purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be attempted in real life, as that would be harmful and/or illegal. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.

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Part 19

Kirsten arrived at the boys’ location accompanied by several of her friends and class mates.

“Hi Kirsten,” called out Connor; “it’s good to see you. Hope you are having a good day.”

She hesitated and appeared to have been briefly put off her stride; she was still somewhat puzzled from Connor’s behaviour at breakfast that morning and seeing his cheery disposition now as he sat on the seat naked in front of around forty to fifty girls was a little disconcerting to say the least. She looked around her, regained her composure and walked over to where the three boys were seated, accompanied by her two best friends Angela and Karen.

“Okay girls, gather around,” she called out; “let’s get the boys to perform for us.”

As soon as Kirsten said this, Connor smiled at his two friends and winked at them. “Ok boys,” he whispered; “this is the opportunity we’ve talked about, so don’t feel embarrassed, just go with the flow and enjoy yourselves, I’m certainly going to.”

With that each of the three girls moved towards one of the boys; Angela went over to Connor, Karen to Tom, and Kirsten to Nathan. They got the three boys to stand up and then began running their fingers over each of their cocks and balls. Each boy let out a groan of satisfaction as the girls’ touches tantalised and stimulated them; as the girls continued so the boys’ cocks started responding to their contact.

“Oooh Connor’s willy is starting to grow,” squealed Angela excitedly, as she continued to stroke his cock.

It wasn’t long before all three boys were standing fully erect in front of the girls and their inquisitive audience, their hard cocks pointing straight up, with the girls’ fingers wrapped tightly around them.

“Now then girls,” announced Kirsten, “let’s get them to shoot for us.”

Each of the girls began to slide their hands deftly up and down the shaft of the boy that was in front of them, causing each of them to moan and groan and gasp with delight; especially when the girls cupped their other hand under the boys’ balls and squeezed and manipulated them, adding to the intense pleasure that the boys were receiving.

The girls continued to caress their cocks until the first tell-tale signs began to appear that the boys were getting close to reaching their climax. Kirsten had seen her brother shooting his cum on several occasions now and had got to recognise what to watch out for, as the boys’ bodies started to tense up and their breathing began to get shorter before the cries of ecstasy rang out; Tom was the first to reach the point of no return as Karen brought him to a satisfying conclusion;

“Oh Christ! Fuck! Aaaagh! Aaaagh! Oooh! Aaaagh!” he yelled, as he shot his cum over his chest, stomach and onto the ground.

Tom was next as Kirsten pulled his foreskin down and ran her fingers over the top of his exposed cock head, before increasing the speed of her hand as she ran it up and down his shaft.

“Oh God! Mmmmmf! Oooh! Jesus! Aaaagh!” he screamed as he too managed to shoot several spurts of cum in the air, onto his chest and stomach.
Finally, it was Connor’s turn, who had really been enjoying the wonderful experience of Angela’s fingers on his cock; and was now about to demonstrate just how much he had enjoyed this for everyone watching to see.

“Oh Fuck! Aaaagh! Nghhhhh! Aaagh!” he shouted as several large spurts of cum shot out from his cock, mainly onto his stomach, but also onto the floor.

Angela, Karen and Kirsten all squealed with delight as they saw the results of their hard work;

“That was so wicked” shrieked Angela

“Wow! That was amazing” yelled Karen

“Brilliant!” exclaimed Kirsten, “that was just so cool.”

The several dozen girls who made up the audience cheered and clapped as the three boys slumped back onto the seat with cum dripping from their bodies breathing heavily.

Kirsten stood smiling smugly as she looked at the three boys; “I hope you three all enjoyed that,” she announced with an air of supreme satisfaction on her face, “we certainly all did,”

“So,” gasped Connor as he looked away from his sister towards Tom and Nathan, “was that awesome, or was that fucking awesome?” he asked.

His two friends looked at him and grinned;

“I think that was fucking awesome,” they agreed in tandem.

Connor looked back at his sister who was now staring at him looking flummoxed and completely gobsmacked; “Yes, thank you Kirsten, we all really enjoyed it.” He said.

Kirsten opened her mouth as if to say something, but then realised she didn’t actually have any response to make, and so closed it again.

Connor took several deep breaths before finally regaining control of his breathing, and asked one of the girls who was standing close by gazing wistfully at his now deflated cock, what the time was.

“It’s ten to two,” she replied briefly glancing at her watch, before resuming her gaze in the direction of Connor’s groin.

“Come on,” said Connor to Tom and Nathan; “we’ve got ten minutes to get ourselves cleaned up before the buzzer sounds for afternoon registration. It would be nice to make a calm, civilised entrance for once,” he declared grinning broadly from ear to ear.

The three of them set off for the boys’ toilets and managed to wash all the cum off themselves and make themselves look respectable, before making their way to their form room just as the buzzer sounded.

“Perfect timing,” uttered Nathan with a smile.

With registration over the three boys made the relatively short journey along the corridor to their next lesson which was geography. This was generally a very relaxed lesson as the teacher, Mr Moss liked to show films of countries around the world, then spend a short period of time talking about them, before asking the pupils to find out something more specific about them for their homework. Today’s lesson followed the usual pattern with a film about Australia and the Great Barrier Reef, which everyone in the class, including the three boys found fascinating.

The last lesson of the day was PE and so Connor, Nathan and Tom made their way quickly up to the sports department and into boys’ changing rooms. It had started to rain and so they had not wasted any time getting there as they didn’t particularly want to get themselves too wet. They had just sat down on the benches to wait for the other boys to get changed; one of the advantages of being naked, when Mr Farrell entered the changing rooms and spoke to them;

“Okay boys, today we will be doing gymnastics, so please get changed into your indoor PE kit; that is apart from Maynard, Adams and Robinson. You three have already done gymnastics this week with the girls, and so that you don’t have to repeat something you have already done, I have arranged for you to do netball with the girls instead, which incidentally will be outside, so put your outdoor trainers on.”

The cheerful demeanour that the boys had been displaying since lunchtime vanished and they stared at each other with thoroughly gum expressions on their faces.

“That sucks,” complained Tom. “I really don’t mind doing gymnastics again. I’d much rather do that then spend the next 45 minutes outside getting wet and cold.”

Nathan and Connor nodded their heads in agreement.

The rest of the boys finished getting changed and headed out towards the sports hall leaving Connor, Nathan and Tom sitting together idly chatting amongst themselves in the changing rooms. That was until they heard Mr Farrell’s voice bellowing at them;

“Maynard, Adams, Robinson, what do you think you are doing?”

The three boys leapt up from their seats looking startled.

“I thought I told you to join the girls outside on the netball court?” Mr Farrell yelled.

“Y-y-yes sir, you did,” stuttered Tom.

“Well why are you still sitting there then?” shouted Mr Farrell. “Get your scrawny little arses out of my changing room and outside into the fresh air for some nice healthy sporting activities. Now move!”

The three boys didn’t need telling twice and very quickly left the relative warmth of the changing rooms and emerged into the open air to be greeted by quite a strong breeze and what had become a fairly steady drizzle.

“Urgh great!” grumbled Nathan, looking extremely unhappy.

“Ah there you are,” Miss Goodwin called out as they approached the netball court; “I was wondering where you had got to. Well come on, don’t dilly dally any more than you have already.”

The boys made their way onto the netball court and were each allocated to a team.

“We are going to play ‘rush-netball’ today,” announced Miss Goodwin. There are enough of you for six teams of seven; the first two teams will start off, and the first team to score two goals wins. The winning team will stay on and the losing side will be replaced by the next team, and so on. As it is raining I don’t want you to just sit around, so if you are not playing then please keep yourselves warm by jogging on the spot or doing exercises. Is everyone clear what they are doing?”

Everyone confirmed that they understood. Connor’s team was one of the first on the court and the game began; Connor had never played netball before but had played basketball, and one of his friend’s had a basket hoop fixed above his garage at home which he had had a go at a few times. He therefore found that he was quite good at netball, especially with the ball being much smaller and lighter than a basketball. He ran enthusiastically around the court throwing and catching the ball, his cock flapping around as he did so, and was elated to score with his first attempt.

“Whooo!” he squealed excitedly as he spun away from the net, swinging his arms and waving at Tom and Nathan who were cheering from the side-lines.

Connor’s team scored again shortly afterwards and so stayed on for another game, which they also won. Next to play was Nathan’s team; both boys were quite competitive and wanted to make sure their team won. This time though Nathan’s team was successful which set up a game against Tom’s team. All three boys enjoyed playing and although the rain had got gradually heavier throughout the lesson they hadn’t really noticed it as they had been far too engrossed in what they were doing.

Connor’s team was back on court playing against Tom’s team when there was a shrill sound as Miss Goodwin blew her whistle to call a halt.

“That was the buzzer for the end of school,” she shouted. Everyone, including Miss Goodwin had been so involved in what was happening on the netball court that they had lost track of time. “Okay everyone please go inside quickly and get showered and changed,” she instructed.

Connor, Tom and Nathan headed back towards the boys’ changing rooms chatting as they went. They weren’t in any particular hurry as once they had showered they still had to go down to the school office/sickbay and collect their clothes before making their way home. As they arrived in the changing room they found it was emptying rapidly as several of the boys dashed off to catch their coaches, whilst others were just finishing getting changed.

“Come on,” said Nathan; “it looks as though everyone else has finished in the showers, let’s jump in and get warmed up. I’m starting to feel a bit chilly after standing outside in that rain.”

They took their trainers off and walked around and into the showers. Nathan had been correct; it was just the three of them. They turned the showers on and stood under the warm water as it cascaded down onto their bodies.

“Mmmm, this is great,” commented Tom.

“Has anyone got any shower gel with them?” Connor asked.

“Oh yes, I have,” replied Tom, “I’ll go and get it.” With that, he nipped out of the showers, went over to his schoolbag and took out the bottle. He looked around the changing room and noticed the last two boys were just leaving; “see you tomorrow,” he called out, before re-joining the others in the showers. “Here you go Connor,” he said; “we’re the last ones in the changing room now.”

“Thanks,” Connor said smiling as he took the bottle of shower gel, squeezed some out onto his hand and lathered up his body. He handed it back to Tom, who did the same before passing it on to Nathan.

Connor took the bottle back off Nathan and squeezed some more gel out, before passing it around again. The three of them were all enjoying soaping up their bodies before allowing the sensation of the warm water to run over them and wash the suds away. The showers in the boys’ changing rooms had recently been upgraded and so were now quite powerful and gave a very satisfying massaging effect which caused the three boys to become completely chilled out. They were so relaxed that none of them noticed noises in the changing room, or were aware of several pairs of eyes watching them, until a voice interrupted their tranquillity causing them to look around startled;

“Well, what have we here then? If it isn’t the three naked miscreants.”

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