Mixed Swimming
St Dunstan's School for Boys is a respectable institution for young men from the upper classes. People in the town sneer at these posh bastards, but the privileged are typically oblivious to people’s attitude towards them. When a group of wild young women get an opportunity to turn the tables on a group of insufferable rich boys in swim practice they reach out and grab it!
The illustrious old school keeps it’s privileged young men secure and hidden from the view of girls.
Thomas leads the boys out of the school explaining how their coach Mr Rackshaw explained to him that the outflow pump and filter of the school’s pool broke.
“He told us to take our gear over St Catherine’s pool and wait for him to begin practice,” Thomas explains.
“Isn’t that some lower class girl’s school?” Steven asks in surprise. “What do we have to swim in their mangy pool for when the rest of the team doesn’t?”
“Because our times for the freestyle and 400m are slower than anyone else’s!” Thomas says.
“Besides it will do you good to become acquainted with the female species,” he adds nastily.
“Yeah, will we get to shower with them?” Garth asks excitedly.
“Look, I’ve known plenty of women,” Steven replies confidently. “I’m just not that interested in poor slappers with twats dirtier than a bus seat.”
“You don’t have to touch them Steve,” Thomas rolls his eyes as they walk down the pavement. "In fact Mr Rackshaw said that the girls won't even be using the pool with us while we're there."
Steven turns up his nose in disdain.
“My look at this,” Steven sneers. “What a well kept establishment.”
“What a grand entrance way.”
“I say! Look at these walls. What a shithole!”
“Don’t we pay taxes to keep places like this in business!” Barnaby laughs. “You’d think they would at least be able to keep it up properly.”
“This floor doesn’t appear to have ever been cleaned.”
“I can’t believe we’re expected to put up with this!” Barnaby says with disgust. “What are we paying our fees for?”
“Careful the ceiling may cave in on us,” Garth warns.
The boys sigh and look around with dismay.
“Say, look at that hole in the wall!” Steven exclaims.
“Do you think it looks into a woman's toilet?” Garth asks already feeling his cock stir.
“I don’t know, but I’m interested to see if these girls actually do wipe their fannies,” Steven says bending down.
"It's a group of girls wandering around in swimsuits!"
“Blimey! Those are some gorgeous legs.”
“Let us look,” the boys call eagerly. “Can you see any pussy?”
“No, but you get a nice view of their asses”
“Are they stripping? Are they about to shower?”
“Come on, take it off,” Garth says desperate. His cock is pushing painfully against his trousers.
“I think they just finished changing. They must be about to have a swim lesson. I guess we'll be joining them in the pool after all,” Thomas says excitedly.
“Look at that one,” the boys cry pushing each other to get a peek.
“Corrr, we never get a view like this at St Dunstan’s.”
Mr Rackshaw opens the door and listens to the boys laughter suspiciously.
Barnaby tries to motion the boys to get up, but their eager eyes push to the hole.
“What the bloody hell is happening here?” he demands. He gave up smoking yesterday and now he has to deal with perverted little dicks all day.
The boys all leap up in surprise. “Just um... looking to see what's next door,” Barnaby says innocently.
“Yes and I was checking to see how to patch up this wall,” Steven inspects the hole.
Mr Rackshaw begins severely, “Boys St Catherine’s kindly allowed us to use their pool and...”
“Nope. Nothing on the other side,” Steven continues looking through the hole terrified to look up at Mr Rackshaw.
“Get that pansy ass of yours over here Steve!” Mr Rackshaw roars.
“You disrespectful little ingrate! I know you were trying to get a look at some girls! Did you see any?”
“No sir! Honestly” Steven tries to cover the hole with his leg.
He bends down to take a quick peek himself, but luckily the girls have moved away.
“Of course there aren't any girls there. I made certain with the authorities of the school you horny lot would be nowhere near any women," he says confidently. "And you better not have carved out this hole yourself or there will be hell to pay!”
The well brought up boys are demure and shamefaced in the face of authority - except cocky Steven. “With facilities this crap you can’t brush against a wall without making a hole,” he says.
“You arrogant little pricks have some balls to be talking to me like that,” Mr Rackshaw explodes. “If that’s your attitude why don’t you guys practice without your swimsuits today!”
“What are you talking about?” Steven asks incredulously.
“You mean swimming publicly completely naked?!?”
“That’s how we used to be punished up north.”
“You know lads, a little humiliation does a lot for your character.”
"I know you'll thank me one day," he says sentimentally.
"Now strip off every stitch and get out in that pool!"
The boys start to shake seeing that he's actually serious!
"If you think we're going to walk out in public naked you're bonkers!" Barnaby sneers.
"Listen, what I say goes. No one will see you." The boys look at each other, each too afraid to tell him there are women in swimsuits about to use the pool.
"And if you don't do what I tell you, you're off the team permanently. "
"Your daddies won't be happy about that, will they?"
Garth grudgingly takes off his jacket.
"You aren't listening to him are you?" Barnaby stops him.
"Guys, my Dad will take away my trust fund if I don't keep up with some sport. I've been thrown off every team but this one," Steven says meekly.
"Good lads," Mr Rackshaw says and storms away. "By the time I get back you better be in that pool completely starkers."
The boys nervously take off their clothes. They can't believe they'll have to be naked before a group of girls!
"You reckon they'll throw us out for swimming in the nude?" Barnaby asks.
"No," Steven huffs. "These two-bit tramps will probably enjoy it."
"Just shut it Steve," Thomas says angrily.
"Listen I'm the only one brave enough to tell it like it is," Steven says defensively.
"Well if you would have shut your big mouth maybe we wouldn't be in this mess," Barnaby sneers.
"So, question is now: are we really going through with this?"
"Maybe the girls will be so impressed they'll jump right on us," Garth says hopefully.
"No time like the present," Steven shrugs.
The boys aren't so nervous about stripping in front of each other. They've showered together countless times, but...
Walking out of the changing room without anything on makes their cocks want to shrink up into their bollocks.
Mr Rackshaw can't help taking pleasure in inflicting punishment. He knows they'll just feel a little awkward being naked in the open.
Always picked on when he was a teenager for having a tiny cock, he's overjoyed to make these over-privileged twits tremble at the knees.
Something in his pocket is vibrating.
The school is calling. There's no one else at the school to show the pool repairman around the rec room.
"I'll be right there," he says cursing inwardly.
He confirmed with the female teacher that no one will be using the pool in the afternoon so he knows there won't be any embarrassing confrontation. What trouble could they get into there on their own?
The boys timidly creep out into the pool area.
All Steven can see is the quiet empty pool.
"Quick, let's jump in the pool," Steven whispers.
"I think the coast is clear!"
Mr Rackshaw has decided to punish his students by forcing them to swim in the nude. He already cleared with Mrs Smith, the physical education instructor at St Catherine's, that they would have exclusive use of the pool. Only Mrs Smith turns out to not be as trustworthy as she sounds. The boys spotted girls in swim suits lurking around the changing room opposite them. Now, the posh boys timidly creep out to the pool with their cocks and bare asses on full display terrified that at any minute a group of girls will descend upon them.
Thomas says with worry, "We should have just told Rackshaw that we spotted those girls about to go into the pool."
"Yeah, look at this water," Garth observes. "It's so clear anyone will see in two seconds that we're naked in it!"
"If we told him we saw the girls he would have caught us lying and would have done worse then made us swim naked!" Steven says.
"We should just get in. Finish our practice and get out," Steven says hopefully. "Maybe we can finish before anyone spots us."
"Let's hope so. Ready? One... two... three!"
"Man, this water stinks. I wonder if the girls swim in here when they have their periods," Garth spits out some water.
"Let's just practice our laps and get this over with," Steven says.
"What are you waiting for?" the guys call out to Thomas. "Get in!"
Thomas is terrified that at any moment the girls will walk in and then he'll be trapped in the pool until they leave again.
Mr Rackshaw storms in. "I just got a call from the school," he says.
"I have to go back and help them, but I know you're the most responsible Thomas so you supervise their laps until I get back," Mr Rackshaw says with authority. "Sir, I have to tell you..." Thomas begins.
"No objections," Mr Rackshaw cuts him off. " I don't want any more trouble out of you boys."
He smugly storms out of the room confident he's in complete control.
"You heard him!" Thomas calls out. "Give me fifty laps!"
"Piss off!" the boys cry and splash him.
"Rackshaw left me in charge so you have to listen to..."
"Oh shit," Thomas says under his breath hearing the sound of girls chattering away.
"So then he used his tongue to go down on me and I swear it felt bigger than..." the girls gab away obliviously.
Thomas wordlessly points to the swarm of girls buzzing into the pool room and dashes behind the curtain.
"I warned you what a tiny willy he has! You're lucky he's good at carpet licking at least."
"Would you look at that?" Sylvia bursts out spotting the three strange boys treading water helplessly.
"Those must be the boys that Mrs Smith said we'll be sharing the pool with today."
Thomas shivers naked behind the curtain praying for a chance to run back into the locker room before the girls spot him.
"Apparently their pool is broken so they had to come here and use ours."
"I get to pick which one I want first girls," Katey says mischievously.
Katey peers in to get a closer look at the men’s bodies and then squeals in a high-pitched cry, “Look! They’re naked!”
"I thought they are from a posh school. Can't they afford swim suits?"
“Hey, give us a closer look cutie,” Sylvia says bending down over the pool. They splash water at her in feeble defence.
"Maybe they always swim naked at swim practice since it's an all boys school," Bea suggests. "Oh kinky!" Margi laughs.
"Oi! Rich boys!” they taunt them ogling their bare bottoms with pleasure.
“Looks to me like the water is magnifying what you’ve got down there,” Sylvia says. “Why don’t you climb out and so we can see how you really measure up?”
The boys float in the water helplessly, riddled with fear and not knowing what to do.
“What’s the matter you pansy rich kids scared of a few ladies?”
“If you’re ladies, I’m a horse's ass,” Steven says in desperate defence.
The girls burst out laughing, hardly intimidated. “I’ve never seen a horse’s ass with tiny nuts before,” Sylvia jeers him.
“Come out and give me a feel of your little sack,” Sylvia encourages him. “Let’s see how much spunk you really have posh boy!”
Mrs Smith bursts through the door.
“Girls what are you doing out of the water?” she demands.
The girls try to get a word in, but Mrs Smith plows on undeterred, “May I remind you of the inter-schools breast stroke competition in two weeks time which you are hardly in shape for!”
“Now get to the deep end and dive in!” she nearly shouts.
“Look Mrs Smith!” the girls say in unison.
“Who are you boys?” she asks them dumbfounded.
The girls eagerly wonder how Mrs Smith will react when she realises the boys are swimming around in their pool buck naked.
The boys start to mutter in fear about their broken pool. “What’s that?” Mrs Smith shouts and bends to hear better.
“We’re from St. Dunstan's!” Steven shouts impatiently.
“We were told to use your pool by our instructor.”
The boys are too embarrassed to add why they are naked and the girls certainly aren't going to say anything, but the dizzy woman doesn’t even seem to have noticed yet.
“Oh yes, I remember that nagging man from St. Dunstan's calling me now,” Mrs Smith nods.
Thomas looks on with only the thin curtain between his naked body and the group of confident women. This is the most embarrassing, awkward situation he’s ever been in!
“Well my girls need to use the pool as well for practice,” Mrs Smith thinks aloud. “There are only three of you so you won’t mind sharing the water with them, will you?”
The boys look at each other terrified that these girls will use this as an opportunity to grab their bits under the water.
“No, I guess not,” Steven shrugs.
“I suppose it may be a little awkward...” Mrs Smith ponders. The girls giggle with unsuppressed merriment at the dilemma.
“Oh I know!” Mrs Smith says inspired. “As you girls seem in such good humour today let’s have a race!”
“Katy, you need the practice.”
“And let’s see...” Mrs Smith looks at all the boys in confusion.
“Which of you is best at the breast stroke?”
“I am!” Steven says quickly. He hopes that the sooner he swims, the sooner he’ll be allowed to get out of the pool and escape this humiliating situation.
"What's your name?" she asks. "Steven." “Good Steven, swim to the end and get out of the pool,” she instructs.
The boys fearfully slide through the water to the edge of the pool but wait there silently.
“Well, what are you waiting for?” Mrs Smith asks impatiently. “Get out to dive in.”
Steven shrugs helplessly, “I can’t.”
“You insolent little boy,” Mrs Smith hisses.
“You boys may run the show at St. Dunstan's, but here the students listen to their superiors.”
“Ma’am I don’t think you understand...” Steven begins.
“Nevermind Steven! If you can’t take a simple instruction we’ll just have to begin anyway,” Mrs Smith continues on unbothered.
“We have precious little time so Bea would you please ensure he stays at the end so they can begin simultaneously. I hope you realise this will give our girls an advantage.”
“Just wait till I get my hands on you naked little rich boy,” Bea giggles.
“Ready boys and girls,” Mrs Smith says.
Mrs Smith blows her whistle and Katy dives into the pool perfectly.
Katy slices expertly through the water, but Steven swims awkwardly afraid that his bare ass will show above the water.
The girls cheer Katy on. “Come on girl!”
Katy beats him by a mile. “That’s showing him!” they shout.
Katy beams proudly at her teacher, “I didn’t even have to get my hair wet.”
“Yes, that’s excellent time Katy. You’re really improving.”
“No competition!” the girls cheer elated.
“Unfortunately, you do understand that he was at a disadvantage starting in the pool. I think we may need to race again,” Mrs Smith says.
While the girls are still cheering, Thomas tries to stealthily make his way to the locker room to retrieve his swim suit.
“Yes, make him get out this time,” the girls laugh.
“We want to see you all in top form!” Sylvia shouts mirthfully.
“Bugger this,” Steven curses.
Thomas very quietly slinks behind the girls. He can almost feel the wonderful sensation of pulling up his swim suit so he can walk back out to the pool confidently. Just a few more feet to the door...
Sylvia turns suddenly and is surprised to see another naked man!
"You really haven't been taught properly at all, have you Steven," Mrs Smith tuts. "Can't even dive. Well I'll soon fix that."
Sylvia reaches to alert Margi, "LOOK!"
The group of arrogant boys from the private school have been made to strip and swim naked at the girls' school as punishment for their peeping habits. Little did their instructor know that a band of girls were planning to use the pool to practice. Now the oblivious teacher Mrs Smith has challenged the boys to race against the girls. Helpless, naked and far from their own turf, the group of young women have their wicked way with the terrified boys.
"Blimey! We have a naked boy infestation!" Margi giggles. "Let's have some fun with him," Sylvia says.
"I can't believe you boys are walking around naked," Margi says grabbing his wrist.
"It must be so embarrassing for you," Sylvia says with mock concern.
"I just want to get my swimsuit back," Thomas says innocently. "Come on. We'll help you," Margi answers.
“Where are you taking me?” Thomas asks. “You’ll see,” Sylvia smiles wickedly.
The two girls hurry him past the others into one of the changing rooms.
Mrs Smith looks down sternly at Steven, “I’m going to teach you boys how to dive properly.”
“I don’t think you understand the problem we have here...” Steven begins.
“I am getting rather tired of your excuses young man,” Mrs Smith huffs.
The boys tense at the thought of completely exposing their bare buttocks and tender young cocks to the gaze of all the women.
“Now get out of this pool immediately so we can begin some real training,” she insists unaware that the boys are really naked.
The girls who realise that the boys are treading water buck naked have no intention of clueing their clueless teacher in.
“Yes, come out sissy boys,” Bea laughs. “You’re holding up our practice.”
Steven glares at the girl realising that she has it out for him.
Katy smiles, “Give us a fair race rich boy. I want to see you in full form.”
Steven feels defeated. He has to come out sooner or later so he resigns himself to the inevitable mockery he’ll receive for being naked.
Steven swims to the edge of the pool. His stomach is churning with fear at being so exposed to a group of merciless female eyes.
“Very good,” Mrs Smith sighs. “It appears you boys can take some instruction at least.”
Steven bravely pulls himself up the pool's edge.
Mrs Smith’s eyes nearly fall out of her head. The girls smile with satisfaction seeing the lad’s ripe bottom in the open air.
Trembling and cold Steven tries to rush quickly to the end of the pool.
Mrs Smith is utterly flabbergasted by the sight of this naked young man. She’s never encountered anything like it in all her years of teaching.
Steven walks shakily on feeling the intense female eyes burrowing into his naked back.
Finally Mrs Smith finds the words to express her shock, “Stop BOY!”
Steven turns to the mesmerised women watching him and feels his stomach sink.
“Come back here,” Mrs Smith commands.
Steven can’t decide if this is a dream or nightmare. It’s certainly one of the most intense experiences he’s ever had.
As he walks he sees the women staring blatantly at his bouncing cock and balls.
The girls laugh without restraint curious to see how their teacher will handle such a shocking sight.
“What is this?” Mrs Smith exclaims looking with awe at his exposed cock.
“Where is your swim suit?” she asks appalled.
“Is this some horrendous prank?” she inquires nervously.
“No, it isn’t a prank,” Steven says uncertainly. “You see...”
“You boys! Get out of my pool!” Mrs Smith continues on obliviously.
Garth and Barnaby regretfully pull themselves out of the water knowing that it is their turn to be scrutinized by the women.
Mrs Smith looks dumbfounded at Garth’s larger penis.
The girls stare at the men curiously. They’ve never seen a group of men display their privates so openly. Barnaby tries to turn away so his cock isn't so visible.
“Now what is this all about?” Mrs Smith thunders.
“Did you get the boys to strip Katy?” Mrs Smith accuses the girl who she knows is far from virtuous. “No Mrs Smith,” Katy says innocently. “They were like this when we came in here.”
Mrs Smith looks from dick to dick mystified.
“Well I don’t know what you boys are thinking invading our school in such a state!” Mrs Smith says.
Steven begins, “As I was trying to say our teacher, Mr Rackshaw...”
“Oh your teacher!” Mrs Smith cuts him off. “I see...”
Mrs Smith instantly understands that this must be some private boys school form of discipline. “How curious!” she thinks in fascination.
There isn’t a lot she can do now. The naked boys have already presented themselves before all her school girls.
“I didn’t intend for this time to be a lesson in anatomy for my girls,” Mrs Smith says.
“Now girls I do not want my class to turn into a one enormous joke,” she snaps at them.
“Would you allow us to go get our swim suits on now,” Steven asks hopefully.
“Young man it is not my intention to undermine the teachings of a fellow PE instructor,” she answers.
“I don’t think Mr Rackshaw wanted any of you to see us,” Garth says.
“As far as I can see the damage is already done,” Mrs Smith sighs.
“What I am really concerned about it the inter-schools breast stroke competition and making certain that my girls win!”
“I’m guessing that a little male competition will do them well.”
The boys freeze realising that their trials with these girls are far from over.
“Now lets all get in the water. I bet my girls can teach a thing or two to you expensively trained upper class boys,” Mrs Smith encourages them.
The students line up and practice diving into the water.
“No no,” Mrs Smith shakes her head at the boys. “When you dive in you are supposed to gracefully cut into the water, not flop in like a seal.”
Mrs Smith and the girls watch as Steven plunges into the water again, but he is unable to keep good form from being so self conscious about his nudity.
Sally steps tentatively into the water. She’s never done anything so intimate with naked men before.
“You boys better keep away,” she warns them.
The boys mischievously come towards her as they can smell a virgin from fifty feet away. She backs away instinctively.
Garth has taken a fancy for Sally and encourages her to get in the water with a pat on her bum.
“You cheeky bugger,” Sally says and leaps aside.
This has encouraged the other boys to start teasing the girls in the pool splashing them with water.
“That’s enough you stuck up boys,” Sally says defiantly. “You think the whole world revolves around you.”
“We’re going to make you sorry later on. But now you're going to learn how to dive into a pool properly,” she says.
Steven moves quickly toward Bea planning to push her into the water.
Barnaby rushes out of the water to help Garth.
Garth tries to drag Sally into the water with him.
“Keep your small dicks away from me,” Sally sneers. The boys laugh unfazed.
The girls cluster around Garth and give him a mighty push into the water.
They toss Barnaby into the water next and stand giggling over the men floundering naked in the water. “That’s enough boys and girls!” Mrs Smith calls out.
Meanwhile, Sylvia and Margi have led the witless Thomas to a secluded room. “What are we doing here?” he asks in terror.
“Calm down rich boy,” Sylvia tugs him along after her. “We just want to see what you’re made out of.”
The girls of St Catherine's School have got over their initial shock of finding four naked boys from the posh school swimming in their pool. They've decided to have a little fun with the hapless lads while practicing their breast stroke. Meanwhile, the horny vixens Margi and Sylvia have cornered innocent, naked Thomas in a separate room. They refuse to let him leave before they've had their fill of him.
"You told me I could get dressed again," Thomas pleads with the girls who have tugged him into the empty meeting room.
"Sorry rich boy," the girls say sarcastically, seizing his arms and holding them behind his back.
"This isn't what I would call a man's chest," Sylvia says feeling his smooth front over.
"Hey, there are a few hairs coming in," Thomas says in defence.
"It's not very muscley either," Margi says. "I don't think he practices swimming nearly enough."
"No, I think he needs proper training," Sylvia says. "What if we get him here every week, strip him and make him do fifty laps for us!"
"I don't think I've ever seen such a skinny, weak looking man," Sylvia assesses him.
"Do you reckon he even knows what to do with a woman with this body?" she asks Margi pretending Thomas isn't even listening. "Maybe we could find something to do with it."
Meanwhile, the boys and girls in the pool have ignored Mrs Smith's request that they practice in an orderly fashion. The girls are having too much fun splashing around with these naked intruders.
"You posh boys don't know the first thing about competitive swimming do you?" Bea asks mockingly.
"Give us half a chance and we'll show you!" Barnaby shouts splashing the girls.
"Let's see if rich boys work sexually the same way that normal boys do," Margi giggles.
"I don't know. Do you reckon he's too scrawny for us?" Sylvia runs her hand teasingly over Thomas' chest.
"He seems so underdeveloped I don't know if it'll work properly!"
Thomas tries to squirm away while Sylvia rubs his nipple but Margi holds him firm.
"It's so cute!" Sylvia squeals. "I can make his little nipples stand up!"
"He's so bony!" she says rubbing her hand over his jutting ribs.
"Can't you rich boys afford to eat properly?" she asks incredulously. "And what have we down here?"
The naked boys climb out of the pool and try to corner Sally to get her back from throwing them in earlier.
“You boys are certainly rowdy,” Mrs Smith lectures them. “I don’t see how you get any swim practice done.”
Sally wedges herself behind Barnaby and makes him go back into the water.
“Get her!” Barnaby shouts to Steven.
But Sally slips behind Steven and pushes him into the pool too. The girls all cheer in triumph.
“Feel this!” Sylvia says. “I think there are a few muscles forming here.”
“Stop this,” Thomas insists trying to pull himself away from Sylvia’s insistent touch.
“Watch it rich boy,” Sylvia says. “If you don’t behave we’ll toss you out into the lobby and there will be hundreds of girls from the school all gawking at this scrawny body of yours.”
“Yeah,” Margi murmurs in his ear. “They won’t be nearly as kind to you as we are.”
“What’s this?” Sylvia cries holding up his tender young cock and balls.
“I wonder what it will take to make it grow?” Margi asks. Thomas is utterly stunned that these brash girls would handle him so freely.
“Please, have a little respect,” Thomas pleads.
“Sorry rich boy,” Sylvia laughs. “We are going to do whatever we want with your darling genitals.”
“What’s it feel like?” Margi asks curiously.
“Kind of cold and shrivelled,” Sylvia answers. “Like soft, damp walnuts.” Thomas tries to wriggle free of this torture.
Garth is still running free above water so Bea corners him and pushes him into the pool.
Katy tries to diligently swim her laps while all the boys are mucking about around her.
Barnaby climbs back up, but Sally soon yanks the naked boy back into the pool with her.
“I hope my girls have been able to teach you boys a thing or two,” Mrs Smith says. “If you practice regularly you won’t be made into such fools in competitions.”
Sylvia pulls out Thomas’ soft, pink gland.
“I just love watching it pop out of the foreskin like that,” Sylvia giggles.
“Doesn’t look like much at all when you get it out and it’s still soft like this eh?” Sylvia and Margi laugh.
“Aren’t you turned on by us rich boy?” Margi asks squeezing his arms tighter behind him.
“Turned on by filthy low class tramps like you?” Thomas says with disgust.
“You better watch your mouth big man,” Sylvia warns him squeezing the shaft of his penis.
“Oh, It looks like you enjoy it when I squeeze it like that!” Sylvia exclaims feeling his cock harden between her fingers.
“Come now,” Sylvia teases him. “Stop pretending as if you’re not enjoying yourself.”
“That’s it big boy,” Margi hisses and sticks her tongue out to taunt him.
Sylvia pulls his cock up and down watching it stiffen with pleasure.
“Have you felt his adorable soft ass?” Margi asks squeezing his buns.
“They’re so sweet!” Sylvia squeals. “And I think he likes them squeezed because I can feel him getting harder!”
The boys tread water exhausted knowing that the girls have been able to overpower them.
“Face it nudey boys,” Katy calls out. “If this were a real competition you would sink without a trace!”
Mr Rackshaw storms into the pool area, baffled by the group of girls that are swimming there with his boys.
“Oh Mr Rackshaw I presume,” Mrs Smith says. “I hope you don’t mind but my girls needed to use the pool to practice as we have an upcoming competition. I forgot I had granted your boys permission to use the pool so I figured they could just share it.”
“That’s fine,” Mr Rackshaw says cheerily. He assumes that once the boys heard the girls coming they jumped back into their swimsuits.
But, to his horror, Mr Rackshaw sees below the clear water the outline of the boys’ bare bottoms and exposed young cocks! The girls splash the boys and laugh happily with their nude company.
At first the boys of St Dunstans were ashamed and embarrassed to be trapped naked in a swimming pool by the girls of St Catherine's but after almost an hour of swimming and playing in the water together, nude swimming is beginning to feel like second nature. Why bother with stupid bits of cloth anyway?Unfortunately an interfering git is never far away from anyone enjoying nude fun, and today's is Mr Rackshaw, the gruff P.E. teacher...
"Don't you lads have your swim suits on?" demands Mr Rackshaw angrily
The pool falls silent as the pupils are struck dumb by this brute of a teacher.Katy looks to Mrs Smith to answer on their behalf but even she is stunned by the Master's absurd attitude.
"Steven, all of you, out of the water now and get in that changing room" splutters Mr Rackshaw.
Mr Rackshaw is used to his boys obeying his instructions without hesitation, but this time they are reluctant to move. Mrs Smith is amazed. She, rightly, thought swimming nude was his idea.
"What the f..." he continues "What on Earth are you waiting for?!"
"MOVE!"
Calmly Mrs Smith looks at her watch and sees that there are only a few more minutes left in this session.
She waits until this boor has finished his rant.
"Alright girls, it is virtually the end of the session anyway. You may change for your next class now."
As the pupils go to the pool steps Mr Rackshaw turns to Mrs Smith to apologise for the boys. Mrs Smith on the other hand wants a word about HIS behaviour.
While the teachers go to discuss what has just happened the boys obediantly head towards their changing room. But the girls haven't finished with them and seize the opportunity to keep a couple back.
Watchful that the teachers won't see what's happening they manage to peel Garth and Barnaby away.
"Come with us" they say and neither boy is about to argue with them.
The girls take them towards their changing room and the Main School!
Minutes later and the boys had patiently waited as the girls changed into their school uniforms. Cunningly they pull the boys into the first empty seminar room they can find Which transpires to be already occupied...
"Great minds think alike eh Katy?" brags Sylvia when she claps eyes on her friends and their naked charges. "We found this one trying to escape" she adds.
"Smithy and that man from Dunnies are arguing!" explains Sally. "But we've still got ten minutes before Geography." points out Katy as Barnaby wonders what the girls are going to do with them.
The girls quickly surround Tommy, anxious to inspect this new specimen.
Tommy tries his best to put on a brave face as even more eyes and hands descend on his naked frame. "I think this one has the smallest willy don't you Silv?" asks Sally.
"It may be small but it's ever so neat. Not like the rough boys from the estate." remarks Silvia.
As Sylvia's soft hands lift up the sensitive tip of his winkle Tommy tries to pull away. "Stand still posh boy" warns Sally "There's nothing to worry about, you're in experienced hands."
Katy is fascinated as Tommy's little foreskin is pushed back slightly to reveal his pink tip.
Although Sylvia doesn't know it, as she moves onward to his scotum, Tommy's balls rise a little in their sack, reacting to her touch.
Tommy lets out a little moan as both soft hands weigh up the boys' testicles.
"He seems to like his balls being touched" says Katy and Tommy shoots a look at her like she has discovered his sinister secret.
"I bet he secretly plays with them during class" accuses Sally "I don't!" pleads Tommy.
"I bet you could make his willy hard by playing with his nuts alone" suggests Sally
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Margi finds the idea, of giving this posh boy a hard willy against his will, hilarious but Tommy is worried about where all this will lead.
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Margi yanks Tommy's wrists into the air and Sylvia grabs a firm handful of Tommy's testicles. The boy cannot bring himself to protest or even look at his tormentors.
"Right, let's see if his willy stiffens if I toy with these long enough" thinks Margi
Tommy pushes back away from Sylvia as she roughly handles his nuts. Being nude infront of the girls is horrific enough but having an involuntary erection...!
"Stop wriggling and let me play." orders Sylvia in response to the lad's struggles. "I only want to see you hard."
The girls giggle at Tommy as he struggles from side to side in response to Sylvia's probing hands. "Come here" she demands.
Tommy pushes his naked bottom as far as possible into Margi but it is no use it's better to let Sylvia have her fun with him.
"...and in my secondary school it was common practise for the boys to swim naked so I thought I'd teach the little brats a bit of old fashioned discipline"
"Oh my! If I'd known I would never have let my girls swim with them in the first place." replies Mrs Smith
Mr Rackshaw chuckles now that the mix-up has been explained. "Still, no harm done." continues the female teacher "My girls haven't been harmed. They didn't seem at all embarrassed by the boys. They really are incredibly innocent."
Meanwhile the girls have pushed Tommy onto the floor so he cannot squirm away from them.
"That's right Margi, hold him down." cries Katy
With his legs prostrate Tommy is completely at the girls' mercy. Sylvia takes her time stroking his taut lean thighs right up to his exposed private parts.
Garth and Barnaby can only watch their young classmate's plight. It looks like the girls mean business.
The red faced lad considers letting these girls have their way and see his willy get hard. But it is too late as they have raised they're expectations. "After he's hard, we'll have to drain his balls of some of that white wee-wee!"
While the teachers argue over who is responsible for the mix up, the girls of St Catherine's School have cornered the trembling, naked boys in a room. The posh boys discover that the girls are far less innocent than their old teacher Mrs Smith believes them to be as the wilful girls take control.
The girls order the boys to take a seat so they can more easily examine their bodies and play with their willies.
The naughty girls threaten that if they don't allow them to do what they wish to their bodies they'll call all the girls out in the halls to look in and laugh at their naked bodies.
The boys timidly sit and obey the girls. "Do you jerk off a lot?" Katy asks curiously.
"Katy, I can't believe what a dirty bitch you are!" Margi says giggling while pulling at Garth's penis.
"What can I say?" Katy says. "I like the taste of cock. Especially a meaty one like that!"
Sylvia has taken full control of Thomas' penis. Though he's terrified of being caught, he can't help being aroused from Sylvia's skilled touch.
The girls watching start sweating under their uniforms. There's something so exciting about openly enjoying these men's bodies when at any moment a teacher could walk in.
"You look nervous you horny boy," Margi teases Garth. The girls all giggle at his embarrassment.
Meanwhile, Sylvia has taken a light hold of Barnaby's tender young balls sack.
Barnaby is just amazed that these girls are being so sexually aggressive. He’s hypnotized by this hungry blonde before him.
“Who do you reckon will cum first?” Margi asks looking at the boys who are all sporting hard-ons now.
“With this view I’ll cum in no time,” Barnaby muses looking down at Sylvia’s heavy breasts.
“Let’s have a contest to see who can do it first!” Katy says excitedly.
The boys feel a wave of fear sweep over them knowing they're in competition now.
Each of them is desperate to impress these wilful young women, but the pressure of performing before all of them is enormous.
“He looks like he’s doing well on his own!” Katy says in admiration looking over at Thomas.
Thomas can’t help grinning proudly. However, Sylvia is determined she can make Barnaby shoot first.
“Jerk it like that baby,” Sylvia coaxes him. “Make me proud.”
“Eww...” Margi laughs and waves her hands. “Some sticky stuff started leaking out of his!”
Katy’s eyes go wide in awe at the glistening bit of precum coating Garth’s cockhead.
“Don’t be afraid of it,” Garth says. “It happens to all guys.”
“Yeah, but most guys’ stuff isn’t that sticky and clear,” Katy says knowledgably.
“This lad’s so horny I don’t think he needs any lubrication,” Sylvia says to the girls.
She runs her hands sensuously over Barnaby’s hard stomach.
Thomas strokes his cock hard. The tip of it is tingling with excitement.
Sylvia can’t resist taking ahold of his cock again and helping him out.
Margi rubs the clear liquid over Garth’s thick gland making him sweat with pleasure.
“Mmm,” Barnaby sighs spreading his legs wide open ready to erupt.
Barnaby unleashes a long white thread of sperm with Sylvia’s relentless pumping of his cock.
“Good boy,” Sylvia smiles drawing all the girls attention to Barnaby’s powerful orgasm.
Barnaby moans with pleasure as he ejaculates, his pleasure increased by the girls many eyes watching him cum.
The girls can’t believe what they're seeing.
Barnaby’s mess sprays onto the carpet.
“I think we have a winner,” Sylvia catches a gooey thread of sperm on her finger.
“Gross!” Bea squeals looking down on Barnaby’s body.
With great care, Sylvia works her fingers around his hard muscle getting all the sperm out.
“Boys are so icky,” Katy says looking at his red, wet dick.
“I know,” Sally says. “I can’t believe they make such a mess!”
“But it’s such a good, tasty mess,” Sylvia says gripping his cock.
“Sylvia you’re so bad!” the girls laugh watching her have her way with the man paralysed with pleasure.
“So you’re number one,” Sylvia says. “Who’s going to cum next?”
“I’m glad we cleared up this misunderstanding,” Mrs Smith says.
“I’ll collect my boys and be out of your way,” Mr Rackshaw says. “Don’t worry, your students are free to use our pool anytime... provided they are properly attired.”
Thomas’ breathing increases knowing that he’s about to shoot a huge load.
He groans loudly as he hits orgasm.
Garth shifts away to avoid being hit by the explosion.
“Wow! Look at him go!” Margi exclaims.
Thomas sighs feeling the powerful release.
“Look at the dirty pervert go!” Bea shrieks.
“Oh fuck,” Thomas moans finishing himself off.
“That’s no way for an upper class boy to talk,” Katy chastises him.
Thomas feels like he’s about to faint with the intense sensation of cumming before five beautiful girls.
The sperm flies out onto the rug.
“You better clean that up!” Sally says making all the girls giggle.
Thomas doesn’t know if he should be ashamed or proud.
Thomas works all of the sperm out of his burning red cock while the girls laugh in delight.
Sylvia takes over from Margi in order to get Garth to finally cum.
“I have the right touch,” Sylvia says sensuously rubbing his cock.
Garth is nervous now that all the pressure is on him and he’s expected to give the biggest climax.
Thomas proudly sits back feeling spent and no longer afraid.
Mr Rackshaw and Mrs Smith part. They go to find their students who have all strangely disappeared.
Sylvia licks her lips and stares with excitement at his thick pink head. Garth feels dizzy. No woman has ever paid such attention to his body before.
“It looks ready to burst,” Sylvia tugs delicately at his stiff cock.
Sylvia scoops his balls in her hands and rubs them producing a series of animal grunts from Garth.
“Yes!” Sylvia cries as Garth cums before her eyes.
Sylvia rubs the warm flesh between his legs where his muscles throb.
“Look at how much you’re holding in,” Sylvia says.
Garth's body jerks as another wave of cum erupts from his dick.
The girls all giggle seeing the sperm drip down Sylvia’s fingers.
“I love feeling men’s juice in my hands,” Sylvia says.
“Don’t you feel better now?” she inquires. Garth wordlessly nods.
She squeezes the last dregs of cum from his dick.
“Last but not least!” Sylvia says looking at the amount of sperm he’s unloaded onto her hand.
“These boys sure have poor manners for being a bunch of posh wankers,” Katy says.
“You don’t know what you’re missing,” Sylvia says to her. “Next time you should have a go.”
“Girls are you in here?” Mrs Smith sticks her head in the room.
But the girls can not drag their eyes from the cum that is still leaking out of Garth’s hard dick.
All of the boys freeze. There is no way to hide what they’ve been doing.
“What’s happening here?” Mrs Smith asks only seeing the backs of the girls in their uniforms.
Still ignoring their teacher, Margi hurries to whisper something to Sylvia.
Margi knows that this eccentric old teacher can come up with some bizarre forms of punishments.
“Just wait to see what happens when she gets an eye on these boys covered in their own spunk!” she giggles.
Mrs Smith sees that Margi and Sylvia are still in their swim suits. “I thought I told ALL of you to change back into your uniforms...” Then her eyes go wide in shock...
Although Mrs Smith and Mr Rackshaw had discovered the boys in a classroom covered in their own semen the teachers eventually put this down to youthful experimentation. This misdemeanor aside the mixed swimming lesson had been a rewarding experience for everyone. The girls now understand that the naked male, with their exposed sexual organs, are not to be feared but seen as a source of fun and mirth. The boys realise that their complete nudity around women and girls is perfectly natural. Its ridiculous for boys to waste time covering themselves. The 2 teachers decided to continue this arrangement while the St Dunstan's pool was out of action.
Sally and Katey happily showed Barnaby how to improve his diving technique.
Steven's puppy fat made him conscious that his penis may look a little small in comparison to the other boys so he tried to cover his organ with his hand.
It took time for him to realise that once the swimming lesson had begun it was foolish to try to stop the inquisitive girls from observing and comparing the boys' penises.
Mrs Smith used her stop-watch to accurately note the boys' and girls' progress.
Peering closely over Sally's shoulder Steven felt a warm feeling in his scrotum. Barnaby meanwhile stood a little back, his dick hanging, with droplets of water in his pubic hair.
Just Sally's arm touching his belly and her bottom brushing against his foreskin made Steven's penis twitch. It made him embarrassed but he found he wanted more of it.
This time Margi, Sylvia and Thomas could have a proper swimming lesson together with their friends.
Thomas was incredibly self-conscious around Margi as she had molested him so freely the previous week. Throughout the lesson his penis began to rise when he stood next to her. He grinned nervously and tried to cover his swelling.
Although the teachers wouldn't allow the boys a stitch of clothing it wasn't long before, true to type, they pushed to the front.
Mr Rackshaw told the boys to act like proper gentlemen and allow the girls to see Mrs Smith's notes.
As much as he stared at the figures Garth couldn't concentrate. Dripping wet he had never felt so exposed next to the composed and striking Sylvia. Thomas felt Margi's hand just accidentally brush against the very tip of his cold and wet penis.
Mrs Smith decided that to cement relations she would enter a mixed team into the inter-school swimming relay competition.
The boys listened in trepidation as it became clear that they would be racing nude in front of rival schools and the parents.
"Barnaby, Katey, Margi and Thomas can make up team 1."
Margi cast a smile towards Katey. Both girls will have fun practising with those particular boys.
"The boys will have an advantage over other schools as clothing is never as streamlined as the naked body." Mrs Smith adds
"Sylvia, Steven, Garth and Sally will be team 2. Bea, our star performer, should concentrate on the individual breaststroke."
With the sunlight warming the boys' wet skins they look at how their times compare. If the fear of competition wasn't enough, now they are going to be naked infront of boys, girls and parents from other schools!
At the end of every session the boys and girls are allowed free time to just play in the pool with each other.
Sylvia casually dangles her elegant legs in the water.
"Don't throw me in Mr Rackshaw!" mocks Barnaby.
No sooner is Barnaby in than he cheekily asks Bea and Sally to pull him out.
Barnaby soon learns ways to get the girls to look at his naked backside and youthful genitals. Hearing Sally giggle at his exposed wet buttocks gives him a rush.
Standing naked Barnaby jokes with Bea while Steven cannot take his eyes off Sylvia's glistening behind as she gracefully steps up the ladder.
Unable to drag his eyes away from Sylvia Steven decides to stay in the pool, the cold water lapping around his rising balls and stiffening penis.
Then Sally decides to join him!
Garth and Barnaby threaten to throw Bea into the pool. It's a great way to have her warm body against them.
For the remainder of the lesson Garth is in and out of the pool proud that his flaccid penis looks the largest of the boys.
Bea kicks water at Sally...
...and is told off by Mrs Smith.
Turning to look at Mr Rackshaw Sylvia wonders if that is envy in his eyes.
"Why don't you have a dip Mr Rackshaw?" shes asks, hoping that the older muscular man will strip completely naked too.
"Yes why don't you Bill?" adds Mrs Smith. For a moment he considers the suggestion. "Oh I don't think that would be right. Erm..."
But before she has a chance to change Mr Rackshaw's mind Garth jumps in right next to her. She splashes him back.
Thomas sees that Steven is boldly grabbing Sylvia's leg and decides to sidle up to her.
"Hey! Get off me you brute" she shouts.
"Brute am I?" Steven replies and pulls at her beautiful tanned leg. Meanwhile Thomas has moved right next to her.
With Steven making all the moves Thomas wonders if he can get closer too.
He grabs her arm playfully, secretly hoping she will reach between his legs and grab hold of his penis or balls to stop herself being pulled in.
It doesn't work but by now all the boys and girls are become used to touching, pushing and grabbing at each other.
Sitting naked next to Sylvia, with Katey and Margi clutching his back to push him in, it strikes Barnaby that this is the best time he's ever had at school.
"Hooray! In he goes!" cry the girls.
But the girls weren't banking on Garth getting instant revenge on Margi!
Pulling himself back onto the poolside Barnaby knows just what to say. "Come on girls, play fair now. Don't push me in."
Then he gives them a knowing look.
Sally, Katey and Bea give him just enough time to get comfortable and then...
If Garth thought he could get away with throwing Margi in...
The girls pinch his naked bottom mercilessly.
Margi slaps Barnaby. "That's for encouraging Garth." she scolds him.
Barnaby feels justified chucking her in too.
At the end of the lesson the boys are clear they wouldn't have swimming lessons any other way.
There's no way the boys would want to go back to wearing swimming costumes now.
The girls just adore the way that they can stay demure, attract the boys and at the same time cool some of their masculine aggression by keeping them naked.
However, the boys have yet to come to terms with their naked debut at the schools swimming competition!
