As if the humiliation of the examination wasn’t enough, the boys of St Dunstans have been marched semi-naked through the school and back into the biology lesson. Miss Clutterbuck had, under the manipulation of the St Catherine’s girls, decided a more practical lesson would be of benefit. Thus Phil Hart has been masturbated to orgasm in front of the whole class and unbeknown to Miss Clutterbuck it was his first one. As the resulting shame and confusion only just begins to gnaw away at Phil, the greedy girls are keen for Miss Clutterbuck to continue her practical demonstrations.

Shaun, too scared to move, listens to Sarah ask Miss Clutterbuck about older men. “Do they do it the same Miss?” Phil doesn’t hear the question – his head is still spinning as he runs over in his mind what has happened to him.

Miss Clutterbuck sends the boys to get dressed and finds the games master. “It’s a biology practical Mr Rackshaw, it’s a rare opportunity for the girls and I’d be delighted if you could help.”

A week later and all St Catherine’s girls are once again invited to join the St Dunstans boys, this time on a rare school trip. “Beyonce? No, she was better in Destiny’s Child. Is she still doing that or what?” ”Don't know, if she’s not perhaps they want a replacement – me and Karen are wicked singers” answers Sheila.

“So where is it we’re going today? The zoo?” “Some farm or something, who cares as long as it’s not school.”

“Do you think we’ll be able to sneak a smoke there?” asks Michelle as she steps on to the bus. “I don't care as long as we don't have to do any work.” ”Work? Like milking cows you mean?”

“I forgot sandwiches, but I’ve bought all my war paint. I’ll swap you a lippy for your crisps.”

The bus continues its journey for another 10 minutes, as the excited chatter continues unabated, then the bus pulls up by St Dunstans.

Sheila halts her impromptu Destiny’s Child audition, “hello, are we there?”

The girls crane their necks to see Miss Clutterbuck and the group of privileged boys from the posh St Dunstans school.

“Oh yes, a group from St Catherine’s is joining us today so I expect nothing but your best behaviour.” The boys, who have been looking forward to their trip out of school, have heard all about St Catherine’s girls. The boys feel a mix of excitement, tension, and sheer terror at the news of their guests.

Here they are – the St Dunstans boys they have heard so much about. “Not exactly Westlife are they?!” giggles Sheila.

Richard Chester has only heard the tiniest amount about the St Catherine’s girls, no one else feeling it appropriate to share any salacious gossip with such a swot. He decides on sight though that the girls need keeping at arm’s length.

Garth knows only too well what St Catherine’s girls are capable of and tries to push Richard toward them. Behind him Phil flirts with the idea of feigning sickness and leaving the bus now.

Finally seated uncomfortably close to the girls, Phil looks round to see if he can recognise any of them from last week. Thankfully he can’t. Richard catches the eye of one as if to say ‘I’m keeping an eye on you’. She sneers back at him.

“You want to make sure you give those girls a wide berth” advises Phil. “Yes, they certainly don’t appear to be particularly studious.”

Shaun isn’t sure whether he’s seen any of them before or not. Either way, he’s glad he’s up toward the front of the bus.

“Those girls are only interested in getting your trousers down and your pants off; they don’t care about anything else.” As Richard overhears Garth say this to Barnaby, he wishes he’d stayed at school studying in the library today.

Barnaby gazes back at the giggling, singing girls and hopes they are not going to disrupt the field trip anymore than they are doing already.

Shaun feels himself heat up as he recalls that there’s always trouble when St Catherine’s girls are about. He thinks back to the biology lesson and how Miss Clutterbuck made Phil ejaculate – all because those other St Catherine’s girls kept pestering her about it.

Miss Clutterbuck strides on to the bus with a stranger in tow. “We’re ready to go everyone so quiet down please. I said QUIET! This is Mr Owen, our new teacher at St Dunstan’s and he’s lucky enough to be helping me today.”

As the bus speeds off Mr Owen introduces himself first to the boys, and then the girls.

“Hi, I’m Mr Owen. It’s a first time for both of us today I believe… out with St Dunstans I mean.”

Finding the girls a friendly bunch, Mr Owen decides the boys should be mingling more and tells them to stop segregating themselves and to go and move to where the girls are. “Don’t be scared, they won’t bite you!”

Barnaby and Garth realise that it’s them, they will have to go and sit with the girls. ‘What on earth will I say to them?’ thinks Barnaby.

Barnaby tells Shaun he is ‘up for it’, but just doesn’t know what to talk about to ‘a bunch of girls.’ Shaun says he doesn’t either, but tries putting on a brave face. “Whatever. It’ll be a laugh, come on before Mr Owen tells us off!”

The girls start to make space for the boys. Sheila laughs as she ‘announces’ them to her friends; “live from the big brother bus, it's... what're your names boys?” They shyly mumble their names all at exactly the same time.

Sheila wriggles into the corner seat and strokes the one between herself and Sheila, inviting Shaun to sit down.

“Some of our best new teachers have come through on the Graduate Teacher Programme” says Miss Clutterbuck, deep in conversation with Mr Owen.

Slightly distracted by the boys moving around, Miss Clutterbuck stands to inform everyone: “we’ve half an hour before we get there yet, so SETTLE DOWN!”

At the back of the bus the girls pay no attention to Miss Clutterbuck. “Don’t you think our St Dunstan's boy looks like Justin Timberlake?” “Blurgh! no he’s mingin’ Our boy is cute. What did you say your name was?”

Shaun can’t bring himself to tell them. The girls are instantly distracted anyway, another boy band picture grabbing their attention. ‘It’s going to be a long 30 minutes’ thinks Shaun.

“Look! You can get Justin Timberlake ringtones. Has anyone got their mobi with them?” Michelle butts in before Sheila can turn the page.

“Yeah yeah – I tell you what, let’s have a look at your ‘special’ magazine Michelle. You did bring it didn’t you?” says Sheila cryptically as she pushes Smash Hits toward her friend. Shaun smells the aroma of chewing gum mixed with tobacco on their breath.

In moments Michelle has slipped another magazine out of her bag and inside the covers of Smash Hits. “Have you ever seen anything like that?” she asks Sheila.

“OH no, I’ve never seen one like THAT before. LOOK at it!” Sheila absent-mindedly licks her finger. Phil can’t see the magazine and is glad of some breathing space for a moment. Garth and Barnaby decide to get ‘in’ with the new teacher and engage the girls in conversation – even if it is only about boy bands.

Garth leans over the back seat, having almost plucked up courage to say something to the girls. He’s just about to speak, when he sees what they are looking at. His mouth closes.

Hearing this, Richard comments to Phil “I think those girls have already started playing up, do you think I should fetch Miss Clutterbuck?” ”No, Shaun’s a prefect, he’ll sort them out.”

“Hey St Dunstan’s boy, have you seen this new band?” Shaun squirms, he’s not sure at first why this band have no clothes on.

He quickly realizes that it’s no longer Smash Hits they are looking at. His good upbringing has taught him that any such magazines are sheer filth. “Stop looking at that rubbish – give it to me now you horrid tarts.” “Who are you calling tarts you twat?!”

“Right, now I have this magazine I am going to hold it as evidence. As a prefect it’s my responsibility to make sure the good name of St Dunstan’s is upheld while we are out of the school.” Shaun is rather pleased with his speech. “You wanker!” sneers Sheila.

“Anyway, the magazine’s YOURS now, so I’m going to tell Miss Clutterbuck it’s YOU making US look at it!” Sheila is even more pleased with her speech.

Remembering how Miss Clutterbuck always seems to come down on the side of the girls, Shaun decides it’s not a good idea for the porn magazine to be in his possession, so flings it angrily back at Sheila. “Keep it then. HERE.”

As Shaun roughly thrusts the magazine at her, he decides to move back to his seat – regardless of what Mr Owen has to say about it. Letting him go back to his seat is the last thing Tracey is about to do.

The boys of St Dunstans have been looking forward to a relaxing day out on a field trip. To their horror though, Miss Clutterbuck has yet again invited St Catherine's girls to join them.Shaun mistakenly thought sitting with the girls might be 'a laugh', but the St Catherine's girls' idea of a laugh doesn’t match his. They made him so hot-under-the-collar he practically assaulted one of them - and now they are intent on getting their own back – St Catherine’s style.

Sheila is so upset by Shaun's rough treatment of her that the waterworks start. Shaun makes a move, but Tracey cancels his plans to go back to his seat with a surprisingly strong arm round his neck. Shaun starts to regret his hasty reaction to their silly behaviour.

Try as he might though, he is trapped on the back seat of the bus now – with St Catherine’s girls - St Catherine’s girls he’s just made angry. He feels himself filling up with rage at being subject to such treatment, but the more he struggles, the stronger both girls seem to get, their grip pinning him to the seat.

Because of his inability to stand up Shaun almost wets himself with embarrassment. He can’t believe Tracey is so strong. One second he wants to call out for help from his friends, the next he hopes they don’t see him like this – being held down by these girls.

As the bus speeds out into the country the scent of chewing gum and cheap cigarettes on Tracey’s breath mingles with the diesel fumes drifting through the window. Shaun looks toward where the teachers are and prays silently for them to come storming up the bus angrily sending everyone back to their seats.

With her hand tight across his windpipe Shaun can hardly breath. As Sheila’s nails dig into his wrists, he wishes he could go back in time and not come and sit with the girls. He tries to relax, hoping they’ll release their vice-like grip and he can surprise them and escape to the safety of the front of the bus.

“Let’s have a look at how the St Dunstans boy compares to the lads in your magazine Michelle. What do you reckon Sheila? Shall we look at his bits?” Shaun feels the pit of his stomach drop through the floor of the bus.

“I’m not sure I WANT to see his bits” says Michelle. Shaun kicks out at the seat in front trying hard to attract the attention of Garth and Barnaby – he’s certain they’ll come and help get these girls off him.

“What’s up mate? Go on you show us yours and we’ll show you ours. NOT.”

“Yeah it’ll be brilliant and as funny as fuck. Hold him Trace.” Shaun feels hands grasp his right ankle as he tries to kick out to attract his friends again.

Sheila practically rips his shirt off as Michelle goes for his nipples. “He’s got bigger tits than you have Sheila!”

Sheila laughs, repeating ‘get his trousers off, get his trousers off’. Shaun feels Michelle’s fingers fumbling at his belt and fly. “NO” he says, and has to concentrate hard on not bursting into tears.

He tries to say ‘that’s enough’, but the words splutter out unintelligibly as he pushes hard against the seat, increasingly desperate to keep his trousers on.

Tracey digs her thumb into Shaun’s neck making him squirm and giving Sheila the opportunity to pull his trousers down over his hips. ‘God no, not here…’ thinks Shaun, running through his options, trying to think of anything that didn't involve calling one of the teachers.

He's almost hyperventilating with horror – not even at the farm yet and these girls have already got his trousers down. His breathing becomes tighter and harder as, in the stuffy coach and with Tracey’s strong hand round his throat, he struggles for air. At last he realises what he has to do.

As Sheila laughs at his underpants Shaun tries to utter a belated apology to the girls; “Sorry… didn’t mean to…”

“Listen to him trying to apologise like a big baby!” interrupts Sheila, laughing hysterically right in his face.

Shaun defiantly shuts his mouth thinking ‘these pigs can whistle for an apology from me then.’ He elects to keep his strong legs closed so the girls can’t remove his underpants and hopes they will lose interest and leave him alone.

“Quick, before Miss Clutterbuck hears anything!” encourages Sheila. “You’re going to keep quiet aren’t you babes? You wouldn’t want Miss to catch you with your pants down would you?” adds Tracey.

“Urgh! I was touching him!” jokes Sheila suddenly. “I might have caught something!” ”You have to do more than just touch his leg to catch what you’re talking about!” adds Tracey.

Sheila’s hand slips into the top of his underpants. Although he daren’t turn to face them, he knows his friends are looking.

He shuts his eyes and struggles hard as hands quickly work at his pants. “Let’s try and rip them off then we can throw them out of the window!” says Sheila.

‘C’mon Shaun, get up and get those girls off you’ thinks Phil, wishing he was brave enough to go and intervene. ‘I should think Miss Clutterbuck will have one or two things to say about this’ muses Richard, terrified.

“Hey! I can see his dangly thing! It’s just like the ones in Michelle’s magazine!”

“Oh LOOK! He’s got testicles as well!”

“It feels all rubbery – a bit like warm chicken” says Sheila. Shaun can’t move. He can only wait, panting for air, while they fiddle with him.

“Wow look! There really ARE two balls in a little sack thingy. I thought that was just a joke!”

“Aren’t boys funny?! And what about that bit of skin at the end of his knob?” Tracey encourages her friends to play with Shaun's cock.

“It’s a little coat for it! How fucking cute is that?!”

“It’s foreskin – see how far you can pull it Sheila.”

“Isn’t his dick supposed to get hard if I play with it?” ”Not if you yank it about like you’re making sausages!”

“Imagine having one of these in your pants all the time. Doesn’t it get in the way?”

“I mean where do you put it? Does it go down there?” Sheila tugs his cock between his legs by its foreskin.

Just as Shaun starts to seriously worry he might be in danger of passing out, Sheila’s hands retract from him as quickly as a trapdoor spider steals its prey, and as her grip relaxes, Tracey lets out an astonished gasp.

“We’ll sort them out with worksheets before we get off the bus incase it’s breezy at the farm…” With seconds to think before the teacher turns round and sees her holding a struggling naked boy, Tracey realises there’s only one thing to do.

Not even at the farm yet and Shaun has already been debagged on the back row. He couldn’t believe none of his friends would help him and was too ashamed to shout for a teacher, but his silent prayers have been answered and Miss Clutterbuck and Mr Owen are coming his way.But Miss Clutterbuck always comes down firmly on the side of the St Catherine’s girls – they seem to be able to do no wrong in her eyes. In light of this the last thing Shaun wants right now is to be caught with his trousers down. Now can he control those shaking, sweating fingers long enough for them to do some vital buttons up for him?

As the other girls spot Miss Clutterbuck and Mr Owen advancing toward them, they disassociate themselves from the nude boy. Tracey grabs him and, while keeping an eye on the teachers, whispers viciously in his ear: “one word out of you and it’ll be your last one.”

Shaun is too busy struggling to get his pants up to pay much attention. The thought of Miss Clutterbuck seeing him with his cock out sends a spasm of terror through him. The bus brakes sharply and almost sends him toppling forwards.

Still with his clothes in disarray, Shaun can’t take his eyes off the two teachers. He has just seconds now before they are upon him. His fingers are refusing to do what they’re told and he’s sweating uncontrollably. On either side of him each girl is doing her best not to laugh.

In that second the teachers spin round to the front of the bus to see what’s happening - Shaun manages to pull his trousers quickly up over his cock. His sweaty, shaking hands can barely keep hold of them.

As for his shirt buttons, doing them up seems like tying a series of complex knots. Each button slips uncooperatively out of his grasp.

“Shaun!” The voice of Miss Clutterbuck almost makes him slide off the seat. “I know it’s hot at the back of the bus, but…

…if you could please keep your shirt on!” The St Catherine’s girls can’t hold their sniggers back any longer and burst out laughing in unison. Shaun glows bright red as Miss Clutterbuck glares at him.

“Right, we’re as good as there, so Mr Owen is going to hand out the worksheets, which are to be completed at the farm.” The news that there are worksheets is greeted with audible groans and grumbles from the St Catherine’s girls.

Richard and Phil are quite happy about the worksheets, glad that there’ll be something to keep both themselves busy and the St Catherine’s girls out of mischief.

“Thanks Sir.” Tracey looks seductively up at Mr Owen as she feels Shaun next to her, panting, his heart still racing.

“I hope it’s not too hard sir” says Katey batting her eyelashes at Mr Owen.

“Err… no, it’s quite simple. I’m sure you can manage it. Katey looks up at Mr Owen; she finds him even more ruggedly attractive than she first thought.

“Oh but Sir, you will be there to help won’t you? You won’t leave us all alone, two poor lost city girls on a strange farm – surrounded by animals – we might be ravaged. Oops, I mean savaged.”

"It's a farm, not a zoo girls..." the words go right over Katey's head; she is far too busy imagining what it would be like to be ravaged by Mr Owen.

“...you’ll be quite safe I can assure you of that. I’ll keep an extra eye out for you as well.” Mr Owen concludes as he confidently moves off down the bus.

‘It’s me that’ll be keeping an eye out for YOU sir’ thinks Katey…

…eyeing Mr Owen’s cute bum as he goes. The bus pulls off the motorway and the group arrive at the farm.

“We’d better start with the first part of the worksheet right away” commands Miss Clutterbuck. “In 45 minutes we need to meet back at the entrance so we can break for lunch.”

Karen grumbles to Katey as they walk down to the stables. “I hate animals, they stink, I’m not going near any filthy stables, and I want a smoke.” Garth and Shaun are glad the girls are keeping to themselves and begin to relax and enjoy the sunshine.

The first question is about one of the horses in the stable: One of our horses has a white mane and tail and a golden body. What’s a horse with this colouring commonly known as? A) Albino B) Chestnut C) Palomino. None of the girls have a clue what the answer is, so Katey sidles up to the boys for a peek. She can’t see, but hears Phil talking to Shaun: “Lots of people don’t think of Palomino as a breed, more a colour as there are Palominos in many breeds of horse. Palomino itself is a Spanish surname.” “I think it’s Albino.” Katey reports back to her grateful friends.

Realising they will be able to cheat by copying the boys' answers, the girls begin to relax a little now as well. “So why DO you roll in mud then little fellow?” Katey tries to elicit an answer to the next question from one of the pigs.

Richard carefully writes in his answer and Michelle carefully copies it. “They stink” comments Tracey, who hasn’t answered any questions at all yet.

Giving the girls as wide a berth as possible, the boys move swiftly ahead, working as hard as possible on the worksheets to try and impress their new teacher.

The girls stay glued to Mr Owen. “Ooo Sir! I can feel his tongue licking my hand!” ”Yes goats are very friendly. Nice creatures to have around generally.” ”Like us Sir?!” giggle the girls.

“A donkey is a hardworking animal. They’re similar to mules, which are a cross between a donkey and a horse. They’re creatures of habit and love a roll in the hay at the end of a hard day’s work.”

“Are Donkeys the same as arses sir?” “No, I mean yes. Well, it’s ‘ass’ not ‘arse’, all donkeys, mules and so on are types of ass. A male donkey is called a jack, which is where the expression jackass comes from.”

“Cor sir, how come you know so much about arses?” “Once again it's asses, and I’m a teacher, it’s my job to know!”

Sheila and Tracey are doing their own equus asinus research and looking to verify if what they’ve heard about donkeys is true or not.

Tracey realises she should make more of an effort on her worksheet and starts with the current question, which is to draw the donkey.

Using a little artistic licence, she draws it sporting a big hard cock.

She’s delighted to discover her friend Sheila has done exactly the same thing. “Look at the size of the cock on that ass!” quips Tracey. Richard can’t help but overhear the girls, and worries about the good name of his school - concerned that a passerby might hear the girls and mistake them for St Dunstans pupils.

“Girls! It’s all very well enjoying yourselves, but please keep your rude remarks to yourself. We don’t all want to be a party to your base comments.” Sheila is just about to tell him where to go, when he reminds them of something…

“…and don’t forget those worksheets have to be handed in at the end of the trip and the marks are going toward our end of term assessment.” The girls had let this slip out of their minds somehow. Both of them momentarily wished they could go back to the start of the trip and begin working on their forms properly, but being St Catherine’s girls, they soon dismissed that thought and came up with another plan.

Round on the opposite side of the donkey enclosure Shaun, Garth, and Barnaby are buckling down to give their utmost to the completion of the worksheets.

“I wish I was better at drawing, my donkey’s ears are all out of proportion” says Shaun.

Spotting the busy boys, Tracey nudges her friend. “Sheila, let’s do it now.”

“Hiyah, Shaun isn’t it? Was that a laugh on the bus or what? Anyway we were wondering if…” before Sheila can finish she hears Mr Owen calling everyone to come immediately.

“What’s that Mr Owen wants? Something about goats?” Says Phil. Richard Chester is too busy carefully monitoring the girls as they move in on Shaun and his friends. ‘It looks like they’ve been saved by the bell’ thinks Richard as they start toward Mr Owen.

Tracey and Sheila are cross because they haven’t been able to smoke yet. They are even more annoyed when they learn that Mr Owen only wants to show them some baby goats.

As soon as Tracey sees the baby goats though, she soon forgets about smoking and starts to coo over them. Joanne sees something else to coo over, he's crouched on the floor directly in front of her.

“What use are goats on a farm Sir?” asks Michelle, doing her best to keep up her pretence of interest. “Goats milk makes lovely cheese, yoghurt, and butter” informs Mr Owen.

“So are you from a farming family or something Sir?” Joanne moves in, feigning a stumble she slips an arm round Mr Owen’s shoulder.

“I’m not a farm boy, no. But I do have an Aunt and Uncle with a smallholding in the Dorset countryside. It’s lovely there, you can hear the sea in the distance as you collect the eggs.” “I want to hear all about it sir.” A strident female voice interrupts Joanne as it calls Mr Owen from nearby. As he rises, her hand slips sadly from his firm shoulder. He steps gamely across the road to join Miss Clutterbuck by the café.

“You’ve a 45 minute break while we have lunch. That should be plenty of time to make sure you’ve finished your worksheets. Mr Owen and I are going to sit here for the duration, so do come and ask us if there’s anything you want to know. You're welcome to join us of course!”

Katey and Clare can only stand staring at Mr Owen, a full foot taller than Miss Clutterbuck. Most of their teachers at St Catherine’s are older men or just plain out of shape. Mr Owen is quite the most striking and handsome man they have ever seen.

“I’m not sitting there with Miss Clutterbuck. Let’s see what those boys get up to.”

Although he really wanted to sit with Miss Clutterbuck and Mr Owen, Richard decides the best thing to do is to keep an eye on the girls.

“Oh look, a shop, let’s see if it's got any PS2 magazines.” Says Shaun speculatively.

Tracey and Sheila still need to sort out the answers on their worksheets, although they are still not sure how they’ll do it yet. Either way they decide to follow the boys into the shop.

Sheila knows imitation is the sincerest form of flattery and copies the boys as they fool around with the souvenirs on sale.

Richard follows the girls in to keep an eye on things, but is distracted by a book he likes the look of.

The girls sidle carefully up to the boys, realizing that St Dunstans finest might be understandably nervous, because of the bus journey. Tracey decides Shaun should be ‘blaming himself’ for his treatment though, but he doesn’t seem to have noticed them. Not yet anyway.

“Here, this is your colour!” “Oh thanks, but I don’t think so” says Barnaby.

Not impressed by their first attempt at getting ‘in’ with the St Dunstans boys, Tracey has a better idea.

“Sheila, come here! I’ve got to whisper!”

“Do you know that St Dunstans boy Barnaby? Him, there! Well he’s going to nick this. He doesn’t know it yet, but he is.”

Back at the entrance, Miss Clutterbuck is reminding Mr Owen that the field trip today is no leisurely ‘stroll in the park for him. “My report assessing your performance today could be vital to your career progress Mr Owen.”

Back in the shop Barnaby feels a gurgling in the pit of his stomach as Tracey, talking in a silly sing-song voice says: “Barnaby! Would you do a tiny tiny little something for me please? Just take hold of this and sneak it past the shopkeeper for me would you?”

“What? NO! of course I won’t! That’s stealing! I’d go to prison – and it’s wrong anyway. This is only a little shop and the farm needs the pro…” he is cut off mid-sentence.

“Shut it and stuff this in your pants. Nicking things is great – you’ll get a buzz off it.” Tracey grabs his belt and pulls sharply forward as she thrusts the package roughly down into his pants.

Barnaby’s life flashes before him. He imagines the shopkeeper wrestling him to the ground, that there are policemen waiting outside to pounce on him, and that the next time he sees his parents will be at prison visiting time. He has no hesitation about asking his friends for help. “Please, Garth…” but it’s too late.

The school are at the farm and the sun is still shining. However, it’s not long before the St Catherine’s girls start getting up to mischief. There’s only a little gift shop – nothing to entertain any of the group – so as usual the girls will have to make their own entertainment, which might just turn out to be at the expense of the St Dunstan’s boys. Richard Chester is on the lookout, he’s keen to see that his school’s excellent reputation isn’t sullied by bad behaviour while they are out in public. Katey and Joanne meanwhile are keen to see that they spend some quality time with the handsome new teacher, Mr Owen. Some of those worksheet questions are SO hard, and he did promise to help them.

Scarcely able to believe his eyes, Richard watches the theft unfold in front of him. He wants to step forward and stop Barnaby, but he’s moving too fast - he’s not alone either – he’s being shepherded out by those girls.

As Tracey’s warm hand grips Barnaby’s shaking, clammy one, he looks to Garth for help, but none is forthcoming. As he turns back round, he sees the shopkeeper, who to Barnaby’s relief is busy on the telephone and oblivious to his theft. A surge of adrenaline rushes through Barnaby’s veins and he feels himself almost fly out of the shop.

Richard is left alone, placing the book back neatly in exactly the same place he took it from. He runs through his options: ‘should I tell the shopkeeper? Fetch Miss Clutterbuck? What should I do?!’

The girls can’t hide their delight that they’ve turned Barnaby into an unwilling criminal, “you’re in our gang now!” says Tracey, as Barnaby laughs both nervously and through a sense of relief.

“What is it he’s nicked then? Is it any use?” Asks Shaun. “I suppose it’s handy if you’re a three year old who likes farms” Tracey replies, as she slips the package from Barnaby’s pants, her hand brushing his tummy as she does so.

“Look at the price! £9.99!” Richard, who has still not decided what to do about the theft he witnessed overhears this and is shocked at the lack of concern his friends are showing for the lost revenue of the small farm.

“Take it back and ask for a refund!” recommends Shaun, who is slightly jealous of Barnaby as he seems to have unwittingly impressed the girls, maybe even winning them round so they’ll be less nasty to St Dunstan’s boys from now on.

“Duh… I think the shopkeeper might remember that we didn’t actually BUY anything when we were in there one minute ago” points out Sheila. Garth changes the subject; “So what’s this about your gang? What’s it called?”

“Errr… ‘The Snow Whites’” improvises Tracey, “we’ve all got gang names and everything, it’s cool.” Sheila can’t help but burst out laughing at the thought of being in a gang called ‘The Snow Whites’, but the boys seem to have fallen for it, so she decides to play along.

“My gang name’s ‘April Showers’” giggles Sheila, “we can’t tell you any more though, for security reasons” adds Tracey, laughing as well. Shaun feels as excited as he ever has – being let into the confidence of the girls is much better than he expected it would be. He feels like he did the first time he was asked to join the St Dunstans cricket team.

Tracey and Sheila can’t stop laughing as they head off into the woods, the boys following deferentially. “The Snow Whites! That’s brilliant!” The girls giggle among themselves.

Seeing them disappear into the distance, Richard has an instant to make his decision. ‘These boys have stepped on a slippery downhill slope’ he thinks, 'if I help them off it now, they’ll thank me for it in later life’.

Seeing Miss Clutterbuck busily chatting to Mr Owen, his only option is grabbing Phil. “Phil! I need you to help me keep an eye on Shaun and the others – they’re up to something with those awful girls. Come on.”

As they follow the group from a respectful distance, Richard tells Phil what’s been going on. “They’ve been nicking from the shop – I know I should tell Miss Clutterbuck, but the boys will get into serious trouble. I want to see where they dump what they nicked then I can sneak it back into the shop. Come on, let’s not lose them.”

Miss Clutterbuck reminds Mr Owen that he is being appraised on an ongoing basis for the next two weeks and that this appraisal has an important bearing on his future at St Dunstans. Noticing that Mr Owen seems a little tense on hearing this, she does her best to make him relax; “Anyway, isn’t it funny being at a boy’s school and having a coeducational field trip?”

“It’s nice to see the boys mixing with people they might not normally associate with though” she continues “it will do them no end of good. The girls are lucky as well, although I think they’re sometimes a little shy and in awe of St Dunstans boys.”

“Do bear that in mind when you’re speaking to them won’t you? The girls haven’t had the opportunities in life the boys have.”

Right on cue Katey and Joanne appear “Mr Owen, can you help with question seven please Sir?”

‘The girls DO seem a little shy’ he thinks as he stands to look at the question. “It’s errr… this one Sir, about the donkey, no! It’s this one here about the rhododendron.”

“Will you have a look at it please Sir? It doesn’t make sense to me at all.” Katey takes the opportunity to move him round for a better view by placing her hand gently on his firm torso.

“Oh gawd Sir, I can’t find it now!” Joanne is all fingers and thumbs, Mr Owen patiently waits for her to sort herself out. She soon does and shows the new teacher the question.

“Ah ha! First you need to go and look at the big rhododendron, it’s over there by the woods.” “Will you show us Sir? Please! Nothing’s labelled and we don’t know what a rhodo-whatsit looks like.”

“Of course I’ll show you. C’mon!” As they stroll off Mr Owen notices that Katey’s hand is still touching him, although there’s no reason at all why it should be. He looks down at her, knowing he could just take his hand out of his pocket and she’d have to move it. He’s about to do just that when he catches the scent of Issey Miyake, his favourite perfume. It’s coming from Katey.

They stroll off toward the rhododendron, Mr Owen’s hands remaining firmly in his pockets.

‘I DO hope he’ll be patient with those poor girls’ thinks Miss Clutterbuck as she watches them go.

Richard and Phil make sure the boys don’t see them as they follow them. Richard suggests taking a different path altogether, one that brings them out on the opposite side of the clearing the group is headed for. Their timing works perfectly.

“Quick Trace I’m gasping for a fag here.”

“Oh my, it’s getting worse!” whispers Richard as he sees what the girls produce from their pockets.

“Here you are April Showers” giggles Tracey.

Shaun is shocked. “What are you doing? You can’t smoke here! The WHOLE FARM is a no-smoking area, didn’t you see the signs?”

“And what’s more, if Miss Clutterbuck finds out, you’ll be in serious trouble. Smoking is a suspending offence at St Dunstans” adds Barnaby.

“What about nicking from shops? Isn’t that suspension-worthy for a St Dunstans boy?” Mumbles Sheila while Tracey offers Barnaby a cigarette. “No. I never have smoked and I never will.”

“Ah nonsense! Of course you will. Have one of these, they’re only mild.”

“Oh look! I caught a thief! Come on little thief boy, come to Miss Clutterbuck! Or do you want to try one of these fags instead?” “Go on, you know you want one” adds Tracey.

“Start him off with a go of yours Sheila, I haven’t many left” “You’re not going to smoke it are you Barnaby?” worries Garth “you can become addicted after just one cigarette you know.”

“He’s about to find out – aren’t you petal? Breath in deep for me now babes” Sheila clamps her cigarette-bearing hand over his mouth, steadying his head with her other.

“Come on, a good few drags, get all that smoke deep into your lungs now.” Barnaby feels his head start to spin as a giddy feeling envelops him.

He coughs and splutters, choking on his own breath, a light-headedness confuses him for a moment. He feels his lungs begin to clear, fresh country air filling them, and then…

…the cigarette is back in his mouth, just as he takes another deep breath. Instead of the oxygen his lungs were expecting, they receive incoming tar and nicotine, which sends them into a state of advanced confusion.

“Oh god I’m going to be sick!” Barnaby wretches into his hands, staggering about as the girls cheer him on.

“Now you lover boy, you want to be in our gang don’t you?” Garth does his best to comply. ‘I’ve done enough involuntary passive smoking in my time, this can’t be that much different’ he thinks.

“Oooosh….” Barnaby makes a noise like a balloon deflating, sending Sheila into instant hysterics.

'Your turn big lad. Not bad! You’ll be buying your own before long!' Thinks Tracey as she thrusts one into Shaun's mouth.

“Urgh! They’re trying to smoke just to impress those horrid girls!” Richard and Phil wait patiently for the boys to abandon the stolen gift so they can return it to the shop.

“Pwhoooarrrr….” Shaun flirts momentarily with the idea that he likes it, but the sudden chemical imbalance the influx of nicotine causes in his body is impossible to suppress.

Shaun panics as his breathing becomes shorter and tighter. He wants to sit down, but daren’t be the first boy to crumble to the floor. ‘Come on Shaun, deep breaths’ he tries valiantly to calm himself down.

““Awww. Do you all want a little sit down then? Have the nasty ciggies made you poorly?”

“I still think I’m going to be sick” complains Barnaby. “Well you can’t join the Snow Whites if you can’t smoke can you?” Snaps Sheila.

“I think I need my inhaler” says Shaun, who is just slightly asthmatic.

“You’ll be alright babes, I’ve got some medicine here that’ll make you better” assures Sheila as she pulls on his tie and moves in on him.

Over on the other side of the farm in the more formal gardens Mr Owen shows Katey and Joanne the rhododendron. “Why hasn’t it got any flowers on it Sir?”

“Well it’s already flowered this year. Look, let me show you one of the dead heads, there’s one up here.”

“That’d be lovely Sir, thanks.” Katey sees her chance and swiftly steps under Mr Owen’s descending arm.

‘Mmm… that Issey Miyake again’ thinks Mr Owen as his arm falls on to Katey’s shoulder.

Katey lets out a tiny gasp of excitement as she feels the strong, handsome Mr Owen’s arm on her. She looks right into his eyes as she says “what was it you wanted to show me Sir?” “The rhododendron, it’s such a beautiful bush when it’s in bloom.” “Do you think I’m beautiful Sir?” Katey asks, as Mr Owen pulls her toward him.

Tracey plants her lips on Shaun’s and starts to kiss him.

Shaun immediately forgets about his asthma, but still feels light headed. It’s not because of the smoking now though. He feels Tracey’s tongue slip into his mouth, as his friends look on incredulous.

Her mouth keeps working on his. Shaun forgets about his friends and relaxes, tasting her wet, sweet mouth as her hand strokes his tie suggestively.

Opposite him Garth has been collared by Sheila who’s giving him some of the same. Garth, who’s never kissed a girl properly before, doesn’t know what to do and just opens his mouth wide. Sheila decides she’d better try Barnaby.

‘That’s more like it’ she thinks. “Sheila! The silly sod has still got that thing down his pants, I’m going to get it out.” Sheila doesn’t quite understand what her friend means, but decides undoing Barnaby’s tie would be a good idea.

Concentrating on the hot tongue flickering in and out of his mouth, Barnaby was oblivious to his belt being undone.

Garth is slightly peeved that Sheila doesn't want to kiss him, but forgets that now, as he watches the girls, realising they are intent on getting the boy’s trousers off.

As the stolen item falls, Tracey makes sure Barnaby’s trousers follow it close behind.

Both Garth and Shaun look on anxiously, their legs shaking. They don’t know whether it’s from nervousness or excitement, their emotions confused by the way the St Catherine’s girls have been seemingly befriending them one minute, then trying to get them into trouble the next.

“Are you sure you should be doing this Barnaby?” Asks Shaun. “Why not? It’ll be a laugh, come on! Keep a look out!”

With his pants round his ankles Barnaby’s legs are shaking now too, a trickle of sweat runs down his back as the two girls struggle to remove his shirt, keen to make the most of it before the boys change their minds.

“It’s such a lovely sunny day! Aren’t you hot in this shirt? Wow! Aren’t you fit!”

“Oh this is disgusting! I’ve seen enough, let’s just wait for one more minute to see if we can grab the thing to take back to the shop.”

“Let’s get it right off.” Tracey pulls at his shirt while Sheila strokes his sweaty back.

“Shoes too. Poo what a stink!” Shaun and Garth laugh tentatively at Tracey’s joke about Barnaby’s feet.

Eager to feel the warm summer air on his naked body, Barnaby tries to kick off his remaining few pieces of clothing.

Shaun feels uncomfortable as his friend’s cock comes on show. He doesn’t know where to look as the girls take Barnaby’s underpants away from him.

Garth, waiting for the joke to end, wondering when the girls are going to stop, probably running off laughing at them all, doesn’t notice Sheila gathering up Barnaby’s clothes…

…she places them out of his reach and rushes back to…

…Shaun. “Mmm! TWO naked boys! That’s what we want! How do you like being in the Snow White gang so far then?”

“Does that mean we’re in the gang then or what?” Asks Barnaby hopefully.

“Does it fuck! After your wimpy attempt at smoking? No way! But we can still take you through the next part of the errr…” “…initiation ceremony.” Completes Tracey.

“We’ll initiate you alright, don’t worry about that!” adds Sheila as she pulls Shaun’s pants over his sweating cock. Barnaby enjoys feeling the sun’s warm rays on his exposed private parts, Garth waits patiently for his turn.

“I’ve seen enough. We can’t risk waiting to get that thing back to the shop. I’m fetching Miss Clutterbuck.”

Tracey and Sheila are doing their best to ‘bond’ with some of the St Dunstan’s boys; making them steal something from the shop was a good start, the boys only coming down from the adrenaline rush when the girls made them smoke until they were almost sick. Either way, it’s turning out to be an exciting trip for Shaun, Barnaby, and Garth, who are pleased to be getting along with the girls a little better now. Mr Owen is breaking down relationship barriers too. He’s being assessed by Miss Clutterbuck today, so is keen to please. Katey and Joanne have at last got him to themselves and having been concerned they might not see Mr Owen, a St Dunstan’s teacher, for a while. They want to make sure he remembers them in a good light.

“C’mon Garth, aren’t you going to strip off too? It’s boiling today and you could do with a bit of sun.” Garth is too shy to start undressing himself, but if the girls were to do it for him, that would be a different matter. The girls are distracted right now though, as unbelievably they have a second boy totally naked.

Sheila is so pleased with herself she plants her open mouth firmly on Shaun’s, as Barnaby looks on slightly envious. “Awww is he going to be your boyfriend She?” Asks Tracey in a sweet sing-song voice.

“I’ll have this one then” she says as her tongue collides with Barnaby’s. Garth feels his palms sweating. Worrying about anyone coming along and the inevitable serious consequences if the boys were discovered naked, he starts to back slowly away.

The boys come up for air as the girls realise Garth will disappear if they don’t strip him off. “Hey, I didn’t think we’d be getting girlfriends today into the bargain!” whispers Barnaby nervously.

As Barnaby notices the girls stripping an anxious Garth, Shaun realises they are possibly not in the best place to be naked with girls. Hearing a distant voice carried over the fields by a breeze he looks round with a start, but sees no sign of any teachers.

Barnaby is enjoying himself right away. Never having had such attention from girls before, he can’t hide his delight. The girls take his shirt off, Sheila’s fingers sending a shiver down his spine as they trace along his left arm.

He looks down with disbelief as Sheila and Tracey eagerly start to undo his trousers. He’d always thought it would be really hard to ever find a girl who wouldn’t run away screaming at the prospect of his pants coming off – and here are these two – eagerly removing them for him!

“Put them somewhere safe Sheila” advises Tracey sensibly “we don’t want to lose them!” the boys laugh at the comically horrific thought of losing their trousers.

“I don’t believe it! My dad has EXACTLY the same pants!” says Sheila.

The girls pull Garth’s pants slowly down over his cock. He’s too nervous and scared to have an erection, but there’s definitely an unusual and exciting tingle going on down there.

“Congratulations and welcome to our gang!” says Tracey as she plants her lips on his.

As Shaun and Barnaby have one more look for passers by, still wishing they were somewhere just a little more discreet, Sheila remembers she’s got to put the boy’s clothes out of the way.

Tracey shepherds Shaun away from the others, whispering “your not initiated yet babes.” Shaun is worried by this, and he thinks briefly that perhaps this is the time to, as journalists always say, ‘make his excuses and leave’.

Sheila runs back from where she’s piled the clothes and reaches up to him with her mouth. As she does Tracey drops to her knees and wraps her hand round Shaun’s cock. “God, look what she’s doing!” a shocked Barnaby whispers. “Yes, errr… wicked!” Garth replies hesitantly.

Tracey’s hand fumbles with Shaun’s penis almost curiously, while Sheila experiments with different ways of kissing him.

“Is this still the initiation thingy?” asks Shaun, his head in a spin because of the conflicting feelings caused by being out in the open and naked in front of these girls at the same time as he’s experiencing the comforting feeling of Sheila’s warm mouth on his, her friend’s soft hands exploring his privates.

Barnaby, barely realising he is stroking himself, looks down at his own hardening cock as he nervously ponders whether or not he and Garth should be leaving Shaun and the girls to it while they go and finish their worksheets.

Worksheets couldn’t be further from Shaun’s mind as he feels his knees quiver and shake, his concentration flittering between his loins and his mouth, the incoming sensations of taste, touch, and smell the girls are causing all so very different to anything he’s ever experienced before.

As Barnaby moves in to kiss her, Tracey doesn’t let go of her pumping grip on Shaun’s cock. Shaun doesn’t even notice his friend, he’s so wrapped up in Sheila.

Their tongues gingerly tease and lick each other, while Sheila’s right hand absent-mindedly strokes up and down Shaun’s chest.

Once again, Garth isn’t sure what to do. Even more nervous now, as he’s totally naked, he runs over the consequences of being caught in this predicament. ‘We’d all be expelled, that’s for certain’ he thinks. The slurping sounds of the two couples greedily kissing each other mingles with the noise of a tractor in a distant field.

As Barnaby kisses Tracey, touching the soft nape of her neck and running his fingers round to the side, feeling her silky hair on the back of his fingers, he hears the tractor too, and stands up with a start.

“Errr…” I think we’d better stop now – I heard something…” says Shaun, certain the girls will agree and be glad of stopping before things go too far, and running back to the picnic area and their friends.

Tracey has no intention of stopping, and continues to move her hand forward and back along the length of his cock.

She pulls his cock to one side and looks curiously at his testicles.

Then taking a firmer grip on it near the base she puts all her concentration into rhythmically pumping Shaun's cock.

Shaun realises the noise was far in the distance, and hopes for the best no one will interrupt them. He drops his mouth towards the upturned one of Sheila. Barnaby squeezes his own cock and wonders if it feels the same when a girl is doing it.

The girls continue to enjoy Shaun’s muscular physique and Shaun is desperate now to explore Sheila’s body.

Shaun’s hand slips down to Sheila’s thigh. Although he really wants to try feeling her breasts, he doesn’t want to do anything to upset her, maybe make the girls about turn and get cross with him again like they did on the bus on the way to the farm.

Both Garth and Barnaby are amazed at how big Shaun’s cock is now, the squelching noise its making as Tracey wanks it almost indistinguishable from the noise Sheila is making with her mouth.

Beginning to become seriously used to having two girls – one wanking him, the other snogging him senseless, Shaun begins to relax. He feels like he could stand here all day like this now.

Sheila is fascinated by the warm, moving, living thing in her hands and doesn’t want to stop playing with it.

She studies Shaun's cock, pleased with herself because she made it go hard.

On the other side of the farm Mr Owen, whose hands have fallen round the neck of Katey, feels another hand caress his back – it’s Joanne. “Awww. What a lovely couple you make” she says.

“Yes we do, don’t we Sir?” says Katey, pleased at her friend’s comment.

“I think we're dead gorgeous” she continues "I think YOU are dead gorgeous - Mr Owen."

Mr Owen moves his face toward hers, her mouth opens and her tongue moves slowly and wetly into his mouth. A shiver of guilt goes through him, he’s so aware that he should not be doing this, but her soft warm body and taste of her mouth instantly washes away any of the fear and doubt he is feeling. It’s only a kiss after all.

Another breather for Shaun and Sheila. Shaun looks at his cock, the girl pumping away on her knees. He worries about what might happen if she keeps doing it, if that stuff comes out of it she might be cross or scared.

“Is there anything on the worksheets about doing this Trace?”

“Not yet there isn’t” says Tracey cryptically as Sheila drops her mouth to Shaun’s nipple.

As she licks round it in ever decreasing circles, Shaun’s cock moves on to a new stage of excitement.

Sheila notices Shaun’s breathing change and wonders if she should whisper words of encouragement, but doesn’t know what to say. Shaun starts to feel flushed, his face reddening as he battles with the fear, confusion, unsure of whether he should suppress what he thinks is going to happen, or just let go.

“Look at you two! What on earth are you up to?” says Sheila, eyeing Garth and Barnaby as they both masturbate themselves while they watch their friend attended to by the two girls.

Shaun looks down nervously as he feels something very unfamiliar – a hand on his testicles. Each time Sheila squeezes, he feels a swirl of sensation that coincides pleasantly with Tracey’s increasingly enthusiastic pumps.

Almost subliminally now, in time with Tracey, Garth and Barnaby increase their own pumping.

“Shit, there’s someone coming” whispers Shaun, almost to himself, certain he can hear Miss Clutterbuck’s name being mentioned somewhere in the near distance.

“There’s no one about Shaun, that was only a tractor and it’s miles away.”

Sheila, who has temporarily forgotten about the other two, remembers them with a start. “Blimey there’re naked boys everywhere Tracey!” “Well they’ll have to stay naked if they want to be in our gang!”

Barnaby and Garth both have blood pulsing through their cocks. Garth can’t hide his nervousness about being naked out in the open like this, Barnaby finds he can cover it up better if he keeps hold of his hard cock – it’s somehow comforting for him.

Shaun has never seen his mates sporting erections before, now here they are, both touching themselves openly in front of him.

All the small group can hear now is the distant tractor and the disapproving twitter of birds as they are disturbed by it.

The tingling sensation swelling in Shaun’s groin isn’t totally unfamiliar to him, but he’s never experienced it like this, there’s never been anyone else in charge of his body and its most private feelings.

Shaun notices an involuntary focusing of his concentration on the area Tracey is working on. ‘Oh no, what am I going to do? What if it all squirts out all over her?’ he worries frantically.

Shaun feels like he’s about to stumble backwards; it’s like his legs have taken on a life of their own. His thigh muscles twitch and jerk involuntarily, as he changes his mind about escaping, and hopes to high heaven that this isn’t the time Miss Clutterbuck chooses to come round the corner.

Then something begins to happen that he couldn’t stop even if his own mother came round the corner.

As his breathing turns into a shallow pant, he grips Sheila’s bottom tightly and she buries her head into his neck. “Here we go Trace” she advises.

Tracey feels a strong upward twitch and knows her friend is 100 per cent correct.

A shocking spasm erupts through Shaun’s groins.

She doesn’t move…

…her eyes fix with wonder on the white liquid she’s pumping out of him.

Oblivious to where it’s going, she continues massaging Shaun’s cock, and more liquid continues to ejaculate from it.

Garth can hardly contain himself, seeing his friend erupt at the hands of these St Catherine’s girls. Tracey looks down at herself, Shaun’s cum is on every part of her clothing – her tie, her blouse, her skirt…

...her face. “There. Have I got it all out now?” she asks, as his cum drips from her chin.

“Sir, Sir! Can I ask you something?” Joanne is gently prodding Mr Owen in the small of his back.

“Do you think I’M beautiful too Sir? I mean I know I’m not quite as blonde or as thin as…” ”Stop! Of course you’re beautiful Joanne!”

Mr Owen means to give Joanne a reassuring peck on the cheek, but as he moves toward her she turns, clamping her open mouth directly over his.

‘Oh my, what’s going on?’ he thinks to himself, but the different feeling of Joanne’s longer, more inquisitive tongue soon negates his confusion and has him sinking into her embrace.

As her mouth works in unison with his, he realises there are two pairs of hands on his hips.

“Sir! Can I ask you just one more question, just one last thing, I promise” asks Katey.

“Aren’t you hot? Me and Joanne think you are. Temperature-wise we mean! Can we take your shirt off?” The taste of both girls still on his lips, Mr Owen doesn’t answer. He stands still, arms by his side, while the girl’s warm fingers move in perfect synchronisation as they undo his buttons. Miss Clutterbuck and her stern words couldn't be further from his mind.

Garth, Shaun, and Barnaby have been cajoled by two St Catherine’s girls into going to the other side of the farm while Miss Clutterbuck and the others settle down for lunch. The girls soon persuade Shaun to strip down to his socks, and they’ve wanked him off before the others have much chance to even realise what’s happening. For every minute the boys spend naked and out in the open though, that’s one more minute in which they might be discovered by Miss Clutterbuck, or that tell-tale Richard Chester. It’s Garth’s turn for attention from Sheila and Tracey, but as the time marches on his two friends are becoming increasingly jumpy, and with good reason.

Shaun’s laugh is nervous. With the synapses in his brain keep firing off, responding to the amazing orgasm that has just ripped through his body, he feels a sense of relief that he’s out of the spotlight. ‘What’s going to happen to Garth? Surely someone will come this way anytime now.’ he thinks.

Sheila hears it at exactly the same moment as Shaun – only faint – but there is definitely a rustling in the nearby undergrowth. Garth hears nothing, as he struggles to stop his erect cock squirting sperm all over Sheila almost the instant she puts her hands on it.

“They’ve heard us! Shut up! If you’re going to get Miss Clutterbuck, go now, but don’t let Garth and Shaun spot you watching or you’ll be in for it!” Richard and Phil retreat further into the undergrowth.

Feeling it pulse and grown in her grip, warm, its texture changing almost imperceptibly, Sheila feels like she’s holding a small animal.

‘Pull it forward carefully…’

‘…and pull it back again’ she thinks.

Garth has no trouble putting all thoughts of being caught out of his head and concentrating on the feeling enveloping his groin area. ‘Glad I didn’t go first’ he thinks, as he relaxes into the rhythm ‘If I hadn’t seen the girls make Shaun go all the way, I’d be bricking it now.’

Sheila makes his foreskin go right back.

“Oh I like that!” she says out loud quite unintentionally. Tracey starts to ask Barnaby if his goes all the way back too. She doesn’t get to the end of the sentence before his mouth is on hers.

Sheila feels how Garth’s body moves as she makes the pumping action on his hard cock.

As she rests her head on his tummy, feeling his heartbeat with the side of her face, she realises that she’s doing more than just ‘playing with a boy’s privates’ in a doctor and nurse way, ‘It must feel like this when you start to have sex with a boyfriend’ she thinks, ‘wow, this is brilliant!’

Although he’s never had a girl handle his cock like this, he’s never felt a girl’s hair on his tummy either. Looking down at Sheila he wants to run his fingers through her hair and reach down to her mouth and kiss her.

Now Shaun has wiped himself he has an uncomfortable moment wondering if he should find his clothes, but seeing his two friends, their hard cocks in the grip of the eager St Catherine’s girls, he feels his own penis twitch into life again, and decides to enjoy the warm summer air on his naked body a little while longer.

Sheila can hardly contain herself so great is the excitement of discovering how a boy behaves when you have his cock in your hand.

‘Tracey was excellent when she made that other boy squirt stuff out of his willy’ she thinks, I hope I can do it with this one.

‘I’m so glad Tracey is my best friend’ she thinks as Tracey starts to massage Garth’s balls. ‘It must be because of her older brothers that she knows so much about boys and their cocks.’

Sheila and Tracey, their hands full with Garth, are almost oblivious to their surroundings, but as the birdsong envelopes them and the scent of freshly-mown grass fills their nostrils, they feel they are doing the most natural thing in the world.

Feeling the soft ground under her knees and the warm breeze in her hair, Sheila draws a spurt of energy from the earth and pumps a little faster.

“Eh? What’s that?” Barnaby is convinced he hears something, or someone, very close.

“Errr… I don’t think we want anyone to see us with our clothes off, so let’s just get over there in those bushes then at least we’ll be out of sight” he suggests.

The girls don’t hear him. Sheila makes a little exhaling noise with each downward pump as her breath becomes synchronised with her movement.

“Shit! There’s someone there you know!” warns Barnaby insistently. Sheila decides: ‘if it’s Miss Clutterbuck we’d know about it by now, and if anyone else wants to lurk about watching, let them!’

“Bollocks, yes, let’s pack it up. Come on Garth, we’ve got to go.” Shaun knows they are pushing their luck now. The girls don’t care at all about anyone catching them, ‘Miss Clutterbuck will only tell the boys off anyway’ thinks Tracey. Garth feels his vision start to blur at the edges. He's not going anywhere.

Garth breaths as steadily a he can, it’s so different for him having an orgasm out here in the open, with the two girls, and his friends around him.

He’s in no state to worry about someone watching, not with Tracey exploring his mouth with her tongue and Sheila pumping away on his cock, desperate to make him ejaculate.

The worrying nearby noises halted, Barnaby is almost hypnotised by the back and forth movement of the girls hand on his friend’s cock. ‘Wow, they might be doing that to me in a minute’ the thought alone almost makes him come.

“Hang on, I think they’ve gone” reassures Shaun. “Keep the noise down though!” whispers Barnaby in response to Tracey’s sloppy kissing sounds.

Sheila tries new positions to keep up the rhythm and almost rips Garth’s cock from his body.

Garth exclaims, but moves forward with her violent jerk. Sheila drops to the knees her mouth falls open in awe at what she can do to this boy - just with her hands.

But the extra hard tug his cock received coincided with a surge of power building up below his waistline, Sheila’s finger tips feel a vein in his cock throb boldly, she touches his body with her other hand and can sense his increasing heartbeat.

Garth tries to make himself orgasm, thrusting himself into Sheila’s closed fist.

Tracey takes over, her hands drive his cock up and down in a more ruthless way than the gentle Sheila. Garth hasn’t time to work out which touch he prefers, he’s too busy trying not to fall over, as his body prepares to erupt.

The contrast between Tracey’s strong grip and Sheila’s delicate fingers is perfect for these final moments.

The hands on his tummy, a soft warm mouth on his, he feels that no other boy in the world could ever have felt as absolute as he does right now.

As Garth thinks that, his hand falls on to Sheila’s bum and the first squirt of his sperm leaves his cock, his head spinning as it does.

Sheila’s tongue in his mouth, her hands on him, it doesn’t feel like another girl is wanking him, it's like he's joined together with Sheila. Although he’s quite sure he isn’t, Garth feels as if he’s actually losing his virginity right now.

He looks down at his erupting cock with a combination of pride and disbelief. He can’t fathom that this is happening on the school trip, and at a farm, of all places.

Tracey, amazed she has made two boys do this in one day so far, delights at another chance to work on her sperm pumping technique

Tracey is almost hypnotised by the fountain of sperm.

With a few big strokes…

...she expels every drop from him.

“Wow look at that! It’s everywhere Trace!” says Sheila. Garth pants, exhausted and delighted, relieved too that the girl isn’t cross because he’s made a mess on her hand. He was sure she would be.

Tracey keeps a tight grip on her handiwork. On a high now, she's revelling in her own sexuality after making yet another boy shoot his load.

At the peak of his orgasm’s intensity, Garth hears Sheila giggle, and as he looks down and sees the crisp white blouses next to his naked flesh a wave of panic starts to flow over him.

Barnaby can’t help but smile. He’s worried about the time, but he easily puts that on hold, if there’s even a remote possibility he could experience what Shaun and Garth just have, he’ll risk being a few minutes late back from lunch.

“Blimey, imagine if Mr Owen came round the corner, I was certain that was him earlier” says Sheila.

“Yes, I’d have been caught white-handed” answers Tracey.

Feeling the hot sticky come run down her arm, she reluctantly removes her sperm-covered hand from its comfortable position around Garth’s cock…

…she wonders what it tastes like, then wipes it on to the grass.

Before she has time to do anything about Garth’s sperm on her arm, Barnaby has his hand on her neck and their tongues are winding round each other again.

Sheila settles into place, her legs her hand grasps Barnaby’s cock and she looks closely at it to see how different it is from Garths, to see if there’s one or the other she prefers.

Shaun and Garth, embarrassed to be stood about outside together naked, both want to talk about what happened, but not while the girls can hear. They can’t even whisper it’s so quiet, so they shuffle about unsure of what to do for a moment. And then they hear it.

“Did you hear that?” “OH yes” confirms Garth, “there’s definitely someone there...”

The group – Sheila, Tracey, Garth, Shaun, and Barnaby – have realised they are definitely being watched, but by whom? Mr Owen is having a lovely time with Joanne and Katey, but being so keen to make a good impression, especially with Miss Clutterbuck watching his every move, you can be sure he’ll know not to let things go too far.

Shaun’s legs turn to jelly, and his arms sink down by his sides. Despite the hot sun Garth suddenly goes cold. Convinced it’s Miss Clutterbuck who has come looking for them, his whole life starts to pass before him.

As Barnaby runs his mouth up and down her neck, Tracey smiles. Barnaby is wallowing in the scent of Tracey’s skin and hasn’t heard his friend’s hushed and fearful whispers. She’s smiling for another reason too…

…”can’t you see who it is? Look! Over there by those bushes. Get them!” Garth’s eyes nervously follow where her finger is pointing too.

“It’s only Richard Chester and Phil! Do you think they’ve been watching?” “Yeah they must have been there for ages. Shit! That little teacher’s pet Chester is bound to tell Miss Clutterbuck. Tracey said to get them, we'd better go.”

The two boys tear across the grass. Shaun’s cock seems to be spinning round in circles as he bounds across to Richard and Phil, he feels lighter and faster than normal, even though he would usually just be wearing a pair of shorts and a tee-shirt for games, feeling the wind on every part of his body as he runs gives him a much greater impression of speed and freedom.

Richard and Phil make a feeble attempt to run away, but feel like cats caught in a car’s headlights. It’s too late to run, their only exit is blocked by the bigger boys now anyway.

As Shaun marches his prisoner back to the more secluded area, he feels strong and superior to the two boys, but wonders exactly what he’ll do when they get back to where the girls and Barnaby are.

Phil is much more ready to put up a fight than Richard, but Garth isn’t having any of it.

“Get OFF me! I am going to go and fetch Miss Clutterbuck right now, so you had better just LET GO!” cries Richard in vain. “Blimey Garth, give it a rest, we aren’t going to say anything – ARE WE RICHARD?” tries Phil.

Sheila laughs at the bleating boys, Tracey, who is cross about her fun with Barnaby being interrupted, isn’t sure what to do with the intruders, but knows that now is not the time for them to be running off fetching Miss Clutterbuck…

…then her eyes temporarily fall on something she might want. “I’d have thought all good St Dunstans boys should have been doing their worksheets instead of spying on St Catherine’s girls in the bushes here.” “Get off me! Let me go!”

“I hope you’ve finished your worksheet, you don’t want to get in trouble with Miss do you?” Tracey teases. ”It’s YOU who will be getting into trouble with Miss, you’ll see” replies Richard.

“Oh GOD!” Richard Chester sees what Sheila is doing with Barnaby and is revolted to the core of his being. Barnaby does his best to ignore the goody two shoes boy.

Shaun shoves Richard’s arm another inch up his back, he quickly gets the message and quietens down. “There’s something wrong here!” Tracey points out. “Oh yes! These two boys can’t come to one of our gang meetings if they’re not dressed properly.” “How should they be dressed then?” asks Shaun. “Not at all!”

As Tracey and Sheila return their attention to their St Dunstans boy, the two naked boys fight to relieve the two dressed boys of their clothes. Barnaby delights in the extra attention his cock is getting from Sheila, but it’s only as Tracey’s mouth clamps itself firmly over his that he completely forgets about the disturbance the others are creating.

Realising the seriousness of their predicament, Phil and Richard are tight-lipped for the moment, as they desperately try to escape the grip of their strong classmates, so they can run off. For a moment Phil struggles free…

…but Garth’s arms close round him again. He’s going nowhere.

Richard hurls insults at his friends, telling them just how much they have let down St Dunstans, and that they should all be expelled.

He keeps himself turned away from the two girls and Barnaby, it’s the most shocking and appalling thing he has ever seen. Phil becomes more incredulous. He’s used to being picked on by the teachers, but won’t have it from his friends as well. “Be CAREFUL of my worksheet” demands Richard, “I have put a lot of work into it.”

“Shall we get these off too?” Tracey suggests. Richard drops his worksheet in horror – it’s the first time he’s ever been touched there by a girl.

“And don’t forget his.” Phil, who is not quite so helpless as Richard, resolves to keep fighting and retain his trousers. While Richard is desperate to keep his on too, he’s worried about getting hurt, or even worse, his school uniform being damaged. With the attention his cock is getting, the other four boys could all be having a naked karaoke competition and Barnaby wouldn’t notice.

“Urgh! Are they supposed to be pants? It looks more like an old dishcloth!” Shaun pulls hard on Richard’s trousers, while Garth is barely able to grab hold of Phil’s.

Barnaby remains fixated on Sheila, her warm wet mouth hovering inches from his cock is mesmerising. Richard is nearly sobbing as he’s made to relinquish his keenly-pressed trousers. Tracey is loving every second of the fracas, the two boys she made orgasm doing her bidding!

Phil has had enough now and goes to elbow Garth, but misses completely.

Richard looks down in horror and shame at his own genitals. He wants to curl up in a ball and hide, making sure no one can see his private parts. He makes another lunge for his trousers – hoping against hope that he’ll get them up before that worst of all possible nightmares happens – the girls seeing his cock.

Tracey delights at the site of Richard’s skinny bottom and pale legs. As his pants come down she feels a new wave of combined pleasure and power wash over her. Richard feels like he’s drowning. As his trousers slip from his grasp all his senses are focused on trying to keep hold of them, but at the same time he knows it’s hopeless.

Phil and Garth take in the scene in amazement – Barnaby with his cock being licked by a St Catherine’s girl, and the hated Richard being stripped by Shaun!

As Richard lets out a little sob of despair, Tracey laughs at the sight of yet another bare bottom. Richard struggles hopelessly, praying he’ll be able to cover his private parts. He normally finds a towel to get changed under for games lessons, but here he’s made to expose himself, there is no where for him to hide. An overwhelming feeling of panic grips him now, and if there was any strength left in his legs he would run away as fast as he could.

“You stupid and disgusting pig. You’re in serious trouble now.” Tracey is not amused by Richard's manner.

She looks him up and down as he struggles and complains. ‘He doesn’t know what I can do with boys! How I can make their willies go hard. I bet he wouldn’t be such a little twat if he knew’ she thinks.

“I should think you’ll be expelled!” he advises. Tracey smiles as a fun way of taking Richard down a peg or two occurs to her. “Shaun, give me your tie.”

“What are you doing? Let me go now!” All Richard can think of doing is barking out orders, as his legs tremble and a lump rises in his throat. He realises that whatever happens now, it’s too late, these girls have seen his cock. There’s nothing he can do to change that, he’ll simply have to live with it forever.

As Phil sees what she is up to he decides things have gone too far again and tries to stop it, but Garth grabs him again. “Can we stop this silly game NOW please, it’s gone far enough.” Richard commands weakly, Shaun gripping him by the hair.

The two boys struggle in vain.

Garth whispers to Phil; “calm down! It’s only a laugh!”

“Get on your knees then.” Tracey isn’t sure what to do, but she knows she wants this boy on his knees at her feet.

“NOooo! Stop it!” Tracey uses all her strength to push him to the floor.

“Lick that shoe. Come on! It’s dirty, I’ve been walking round a farm all day, so lick it!” Richard wants to wretch he’s so disgusted. He tries desperately to stay in a position that doesn’t result in him revealing his asshole to everyone there.

As Tracey shoves the toe of her shoe into his mouth, the other boys look on grateful it’s not them that incurred her wrath. Seeing Richard so close to her shoes wakes up something in Shaun. As he watches, his cock starts to slowly come back to life.

“Oh dear, we’ll have to work on your technique a little won’t we. I wonder when we should do that? I know! How about right NOW.”

On the other side of the farm, Katey and Joanne are in awe of Mr Owen's magnificent body, and desperate to see more of it. He knows that he can’t let them continue and is about to stop them, but then Katie puts her tiny delicate fingers inside the top of his trousers, and Mr Owen cannot make his mouth move to form the words that would result in her removing them.

‘Surely the girls will stop themselves now anyway,’ he thinks. ‘They would be scared if they saw me, a fully grown man, naked.’ As he thinks that Katey’s soft sweet tongue licks his lips, then moves deep into his mouth.

Mr Owen, distracted by Katey’s tongue again, doesn’t notice his fly slowly coming down.

As Joanne pulls his trousers down she touches the front of his pants with her face. Mr Owen resolves to bend down and pull his trousers up – just as soon as the kiss finishes. It’s the most wonderful and delicious kiss he’s ever experienced though, Katey is such a lovely girl, maybe the kiss will never finish, maybe he’s died and gone to heaven!

‘I’m having a lovely time girls, but I think we both know that now is the time to stop” He can only whisper the words, he’s worried about being heard, worried about the girls hearing him.

His heart rate increases dramatically as he feels both girls work tenderly together, softly and carefully pulling his shorts tentatively downwards.

The scent of freshly mown pasture drifts over from the meadow where the tractor has been working, Mr Owen turns to Joanne, not wanting her to feel left out, and kisses her eager mouth. As Katey pants with excitement at the sight of his cock, Mr Owen realises that even though he knows this must stop now, it’s too late. He can’t stop.

As Richard begins to sob audibly now, Tracey hangs on to Barnaby while she decides what to do with the snivelling boy at her feet.

“Go on! Lick my shoe now!” She pushes hard on the back of his head.

Richard is almost sick, quivering with rage at the indignity.

He realises with added horror that all the other boys will be able to see his exposed bum hole as it pokes up in the air.

He struggles against the tie, but it’s useless.

“That’s better! It’s not so bad is it? They’re nice shoes after all!”

Every ounce of resistance and strength is now gone from Barnaby’s body. He feels drained and hopeless. There’s nothing he can do except accede to Tracey’s wishes.

As Richard sobs like a baby, Shaun looks on lustfully, wondering what it’s like to be licking Tracey’s shoes.

“Make sure you lick them, you’re supposed to lick them. Come on!”

Barnaby is still revelling in the excitement of his closeness with Sheila, she seems to be paying him far more attention than she did the others.

“You’re not licking it properly yet!” Tracey sounds disappointed. The hard heel of her shoe digs deep into Richard’s back, the breeze runs along the inside of her thigh and she wants to throw her head back and laugh, rejoicing in her command over all these boys.

“If you don’t do it better, I’m going to have to…”

“…stand on you.”

Richard’s tongue darts out and makes contact with her shoe.

“Hey look! He’s really doing it!” says a disbelieving Shaun. He finds an inexplicable feeling of envy filling him.

“Yeah, it can be really sexy when you do things like that. I read it in my dad’s FHM magazine.” Although he doesn’t understand why, Shaun is only too well aware how alluring a female shoe can be.

Richard gags and splutters, bits of mud and dirt in his mouth.

Tracey grabs Phil off Garth and, making sure Richard is looking, plunges her tongue into his mouth. As the blood rushes to Phil’s cock and his tongue wrestles with Tracey’s, his friend looks on. It’s the last straw for Richard who is shattered by the sight of Phil and a St Catherine’s girl. He thought Phil was a good studious boy like him.

Shaun can’t keep away from Tracey’s feet anymore. He lowers himself to the ground feeling the excitement increase every inch he gets nearer to her black patent leather school shoes.

Resisting an urge to sink his teeth into her right foot, he lets his mouth open and close on the top of the shoe. He closes his eyes and hopes he can keep doing this for hours.

Tracy feels as if she’s the Queen of St Catherine’s. With each boy she wanks off she feels a renewed energy and sense of sexual prowess. The big boy, Shaun, nibbling at her foot sends tingling sensations up and down both her legs – she feels fabulous!

Garth looks round at all his friends, enjoying just being here, naked with everyone. It is the best field trip he’s ever had.

Barnaby’s legs almost buckle as a shiver runs up and down his spine like an electric shock. He feels a surge of power in his cock as it swells to bursting point.

This is it, he realises – it’s a version of what he’s experienced at home under the duvet at night – magnified by 10 times at least.

Richard is still being made to lick Tracey’s shoes as her friend admires her first successful wanking of a boy.

Sheila is extremely pleased with herself, ‘look what I did!’ she thinks. ‘WOW!’

Barnaby feels an immense feeling of relief, but as his legs quiver in the aftermath of his orgasm, he starts to feel curiously unsure of himself and ashamed. He doesn’t know what to say to Sheila, whether to apologise or thank her, he feels panic start to set in.

As Garth looks down at the awful Richard and his friend Shaun gnawing away at the St Catherine’s girl’s feet, all he can hear are the slurping sounds from Phil and Tracey, and Barnaby’s shallow, post-orgasmic pants. “Fantastic though this field trip is, we have to get back to Miss Clutterbuck – before she comes looking for us.”

Most of the boys agree and start to dress, but the girls haven’t finished with Phil yet...

...and they certainly haven’t finished with Richard Chester.

The sperm has been flying thick and fast on the field trip so far, but now lunchtime is nearly over and the group have to return on time, or risk facing the wrath of Miss Clutterbuck. There are just a few more things left to do. Tracey is feeling empowered because all these fit young men are doing what she says, there’s just one annoying little runt, and he’s still on the floor licking her shoes. What are they going to do with him when they have to go back though?

As Garth, Shaun, and Barnaby pull their pants and trousers up over their sticky cocks, Richard Chester licks Tracey’s shoe, sobbing to himself, wishing he could go home and curl up in bed.

Feeling Sheila’s lips on his is such a contrast to his earlier rough handling by Garth. Phil's mouth works urgently on hers and her mouth responds passionately.

Tracey is delighted she has another cock to play with, her knickers damp with lust, she masturbates him furiously.

As he hears his friend moan in pleasure, Richard's head sags.

“Girls! We’d better go!” advises Barnaby. ”We’re not going anywhere until we’ve finished this” barks Tracey.

The thought of his friend Phil doing what had united them both in disgust earlier when they watched the other boys, Richard’s sobs become louder. The sun is starting to burn his back and if he could he would burrow into the earth and stay there.

Phil reaches down to both the girls’ bottoms and strokes them inquisitively. His fondles aren’t rebuffed, so he begins to pet them harder. His lungs fill with air as he breaths in deeply through his nose, drawing extra energy from the oxygen to stay fully alert and aware as he focuses on this intense experience.

Sheila wants to squeal as Phil’s hand goes up in between her legs. Instead she makes her tongue go in and out of his mouth in time with the squeezing and pumping her behind is getting from his hand.

The three dressed boys start to feel awkward, their sticky cocks uncomfortable now they are back inside pants and trousers. ‘It was much better when I had nothing on’ thinks Barnaby.

Tracey is cross to have her concentration on the rhythmic pumping of Phil’s cock broken by a whining, pleading voice below her.

“I think I’d better get dressed too, errr… please” whimpers Richard.

“I think you’d better carry on licking my fucking shoe” corrects Tracey…

…as she aggressively pushes his head back down on to her foot.

Garth watches as Phil’s tongue darts around Sheila’s neck and recalls what it felt like when he was being wanked by them. His cock starts to stir again and he wishes there was time for him to have another go.

“What about him?” Barnaby says, “Is Richard here going to have a turn?” Richard doesn’t realise what the boy means, until he looks in horror at Phil’s hard cock which has Tracey’s hand wrapped round it, pumping away.

As he stares at the disgusting sight before him, something happens that makes Richard Chester almost scream with horror. A spurt of white liquid erupts from Phil’s cock…

…the two girls calmly congratulate each other, and Phil looks down at his soaked cock, amazed at what has happened, too ashamed to look at Richard.

Tracey keeps stroking it. Phil hopes she’ll never take her hand off it, he wishes they could all stay here at the farm together - never go home, just do this every day.

Tracey is on a high that nothing could bring her down from whatever happened. If Miss Clutterbuck appeared, if the farmer saw them, or even if her parents had poked their heads round the corner, she’d think the same thing to herself; ‘I don’t care what you say – look what I can make boys do!’

“Right” says Tracey, looking down at Richard, “is there time for one more?” Richard can only stare, his mouth hanging open, as if he’s just received a death sentence.

Tracey is furious to hear that there isn’t time – they have to go back right away. Richard is sobbing anyway, his tears of horror turn into tears of relief. But then one final firm thrust from Tracey sends his face hard down on her foot again.

He keeps his head down while the group dress and the boys do their awkward best to thank the girls for the amazing time.

“Please, can I have my clothes and my worksheet please?” a pitiful Richard asks Tracey, his entire body shakes with fear as he does.

“Oh blimey, I forgot about the worksheets! Here, who’s is this?” asks Barnaby.

Tracey’s high is slightly quashed when she remembers the worksheets. “That’s mine, I think, show it to me.”

”It’s a bit rude!” warns Barnaby. ”yeah, right!” she scoffs.

“What’s rude about it? The donkey had a massive cock, I saw it, so I drew it on!”

The girls spot a far neater, tidier, and generally more correct worksheet. It’s Richard Chester’s, and is immaculately turned out.

“First off, let’s just take my worksheet and rub out my name there, and..."

“…add a few improvements and a NEW name!” Tracey writes in 'Richard Chester' on the worksheet, which she draws another huge cock on.

As Tracey rolls it up into a tube, she doesn’t have to say anything to her best friend, Sheila knows exactly what Tracey intends to do.

Putting most of her weight on Richard’s head Tracey tells him; “get your arse in the air now!”

A muffled cry comes from Richard, as he wishes the ground pressing hard into his face would open up and swallow him.

The boys are shocked that the girls who had been so tender with them, caressing their bodies intimately this afternoon, could turn on a hair and become so violent; ‘how could they? What if they had got the hump with one of us?’

Tracey doesn’t know what she is enjoying most about today; the way the boys moaned when all the stuff squirted from their cocks, or the way this one is squealing as she shoves her defaced worksheet up his arse.

As the pain of the harsh folded paper infiltrating his screwed up little rosebud ripples through his body, Richard closes his eyes and wishes as hard as he can that he had never decided to follow the other boys and the St Catherine’s girls into the woods.

The boys’ cocks are sticky with sperm, the two St Catherine’s girls Tracey and Sheila having had a particularly busy lunch break. After struggling to get dressed and back to the meeting place on time, they need to make sure they have all their work in order for Miss Clutterbuck. The worksheets didn’t receive the attention they should have from the two girls, who had their hands full at the time. Hopefully there’s something they can do to keep them out of hot water. Mr Owen is missing, along with two pretty St Catherine’s girls. Miss hasn’t noticed yet, but surely she will do soon…

The girls leave the boys to sort their clothes out from the heap Sheila piled them in. Garth’s sweating, shaking fingers struggle just to hold his trousers up. It’s only the sight of Miss Clutterbuck at the picnic table that brings the boys to their senses. The last thing they want is for their teacher to have even a clue of what they have been up to.

As Phil struggles to tuck in and make himself look presentable, an overwhelming and terrifying feeling that Miss Clutterbuck, if she were to look at him, will immediately be able to tell what he has just done envelopes him. He feels his cheeks blush red, and decides to sit with his back to her.

Before Tracey and Sheila had rushed off, they’d stopped to collect a lone bundle of clothes. Richard Chester’s. As a picture of the bound Richard, his own defaced worksheet up his arse, naked in the woods flashes across Tracey’s mind, she feels a tingle of sheer joy as she buries his entire school uniform in the rubbish bin.

The boys all feel distinctly back to earth, especially with the handing in of worksheets imminent. Shaun feels his face glowing red too, and worries about what he is supposed to say to the girls when he next sees them; ‘does that mean I am her boyfriend now? Will she tell other St Catherine’s girls? Will their teachers find out and tell our headmaster?’

Sheila is still buzzing with excitement, incredulous at what her friend and herself have done with the St Dunstans boys. Her delight is doubled when she hears what Tracey has done with Richard’s clothes.

“Tracey that’s wicked! It serves him right the wanker. If he tries to blame us the other boys had better not land us in it.”

“Yeah, let’s have a word. We need to sort out our worksheets as well. Come on, I’ve got an idea.”

Shaun’s heart skips a beat for a second – he’s been caught copying from Richard’s worksheet, but the girls aren’t cross – it’s just that they want to copy from it as well.

“Can me and Tracey have a look at yours? Your worksheet I mean.” Garth hands the clipboard over, only able to make a nervous grin in response to the girl’s banter. ‘They seem to have completely forgotten about it’ he thinks in amazement as he tries to will his hand to stop shaking.

“Shit Trace, there are loads of questions we didn’t do, it’ll take ages to copy them all.”

Tracey reaches for Richard’s worksheet. Shaun wants to protest, but he’s nearly finished anyway. More than that though, he really doesn’t want to draw the girl’s attention to himself, especially now he’s once again seen how quickly they can change direction and turn nasty.

“Just a little rubbing out to do…”

“…and then I need to put MY name where it belongs!” Taking the St Dunstans boy’s hard work and making it her own, gives Tracey a thrilling sensation of victory and success. A perfect end to the day.

“Right! St Dunstans and St Catherine’s students. I hope you have all applied yourselves to your worksheets. Either way I am collecting them now so STOP WRITING IN THE NEXT FEW MINUTES PLEASE!”

Tracey confidently shows hers to Miss Clutterbuck, certain she’ll be receiving very high marks for her hard work today.

While Sheila hastily copies the last few answers, Miss Clutterbuck stands over Garth so closely he feels her left breast pressing on his shoulder. Despite all the activity it’s undergone already today, his cock acknowledges the attractive teacher’s presence with a lively twitch.

As Miss asks for the worksheets, Garth’s eyes momentarily fall on his teacher’s protruding nipples. He immediately tries to dismiss the thoughts that come into his head of being back in the woods, only with Miss Clutterbuck the next time. ‘I mustn’t think like that about my teacher, it’s just not right’ he worries.

“I’m sure you’ve all been working very hard, I didn’t hear a peep out of you all lunch break.” Miss Clutterbuck is very pleased with the outcome of the joint school trip so far.

“And hasn’t it been nice having St Catherine’s girls along? I hope you boys have been chivalrous and gentlemanly today!”

“It looks to me like we have a few missing souls. Has anyone seen Mr Owen, and another two St Catherine’s girls, Katey and Joanne I think?” Tracey has to bite her tongue to stop herself pointing out the missing Richard.

Much to Sheila and Tracey’s amusement, Shaun volunteers the information: “Miss, Richard isn't here either, he seems to have been tied up somewhere too.”

“Oh dear, this is why I told everyone to be back here by now. I will have to go and look for them. I'll need someone to come and help me and the others must stay right here.”

“Tracey, Sheila, Karen, and Michelle please, come with me.”

The thought of helping Miss Clutterbuck 'discover' Richard naked, with a worksheet up his arse makes Sheila almost wet her knickers with glee.

Tracey feels the excitement somewhat more intensely, and not wanting to lose the opportunity of seeing the boy’s face as his teacher discovers him naked with his hands tied, she suggests they all go off to the top fields where they were for lunch.

They scuttle off after the agitated Miss Clutterbuck and the other two St Catherine’s girls in the direction of the last sightings of the missing pupils and Mr Owen.

Tracey and Sheila drop to the back, wanting Miss and the other girls to be the first to spot the pathetic naked Richard.

As Miss Clutterbuck calls out for Mr Owen, Richard, Joanne, and Katey, the girls cringe at her sing-song high pitched voice. Tracey realises with delight that Richard will be able to hear his teacher as she hunts for him, and is probably thus quivering wretchedly with shame and fear right now.

Oblivious to the others heading eagerly back with their worksheets, Joanne and Katey are enjoying Mr Owen’s incredible firm body. Joanne’s hands fall softly on his chest and she feels his heart pound.

“Sir, can we slip this off you? Please? We just want to look at your muscles, you’re SO strong...”

Mr Owen doesn’t say anything, but he doesn’t move his body to facilitate the easy removal of his shirt. Time seems to be standing still for him as the realisation once again dawns on him that this is very wrong.

As soon as thoughts of right and reason enter his head though, they are chased out by an overwhelming desire to taste Katey’s young mouth again, to feel Joanne’s fingers touching him near his cock again. As he kisses Katey, she runs a stick up the inside of his thigh. She is very gentle, touching him just enough to let him know it is there.

As his mouth works on the mouth of the delicious young girl by his side, he feels the stick exploring him further, touching him less gently now, the rough bark leaving a faint trail of sensation on his skin.

Katey looks down at his cock and lets out a tiny pant. Mr Owen realises his underpants are still round his ankles, and enjoys the unusual feeling. Joanne strokes more gently now, moving tentatively closer to his erection.

Mr Owen wants to see more of the girls. “Joanne; would you maybe take your tie off, and undo just a few buttons of your blouse?” “If you take your shirt off Sir I might.” As she speaks, her nipples tingle with delight, certain in the knowledge that this hunk of a man, her teacher, wants to explore her body, as well as letting Katey and herself explore his.

He relaxes his shoulders and Katey’s soft hands respond immediately, peeling it from him as if she was undressing her lover at the start of a long-awaited night together.

His underpants drop the final inch to the floor, but with Katey leaning into him, her mouth eager to mould itself to the shape of his, he doesn’t notice.

Feeling something tugging around his ankle area, he obligingly lifts a muscular leg as Joanne pulls his trousers completely off him.

With each kiss the featherweight young girl’s tongue works its way deeper into his mouth.

Joanne abandons her stick and traces a pattern in between Mr Owen’s more prominent muscles.

A flicker of heat seems to emanate from them as they rest briefly - just inches above his cock.

As her fingers trace lightly along the line of the bulging throbbing vein atop his penis, Joanne sees his cock visibly swell, its length increasing before her eyes. She feels her knees almost give way under the weight of the excitement she feels as she realises that the naked man they are playing with is not just anybody, he’s one of their teachers!

The vein fascinates her. Tracing it back and forth seems to make his cock grow even more.

As her fingers circle the smooth helmet, she wonders how on earth something that large would ever fit inside her.

Lifting it slightly with one finger, it feels like a lump of solid muscle. ‘Oh my’ thinks Joanne, ‘oh my goodness’ she adds, as she feels her own body respond accordingly.

At just that moment his mouth lands on hers, she can do nothing but let out a tiny whimper and yield to his thrusting tongue. Katey finds herself wondering if she will ever find herself in one of Mr Owen’s classes in future, and if she did, would he be extra-nice to her.

As Katey’s eyes fall on his swollen cock she too finds her fingers travelling over his rippling muscles.

She wants to taste him, any part of him. With his mouth busy, she falls on to his erect nipple and her explorative tongue licks around it...

...her fingers never leaving his cock.

Stroking his rock-hard length, Katey wishes Mr Owen and herself were back at school, maybe in an empty staff room, or perhaps Mr Owen had kept her behind after a lesson.

Standing straight, Mr Owen glances down with disbelief at the slender fingers gently stroking him. He feels tremendously self conscious as he stands between the two girls, who have tantalisingly remained fully clothed.

‘Why don’t they undress too?’ he thinks. But then a soft cotton shirt presses closer to him, inside it is Katey’s slim body. He feels the different friction of her tie as it rubs against his hip, through them both he can feel her heart beating.

Katey feels an almost uncontrollable desire to dig her nails into his flesh and climb on top of him.

Katey can’t stop herself any longer, her hand wraps itself around her teacher’s hardness and, almost instinctively, she feels her arm start pumping.

"Do you like this Sir?" Joanne asks, "am I doing it right?"

“Oh god YES, you both are. VERY right…” he replies.

Joanne moves her hand down to his balls and she cups and caresses them trying her best to be in time with her friend’s pumping action.

‘The girl’s hand only just makes it all the way round my cock’ he thinks, as Katey changes from a pumping action to a squeezing one.

Although he is enjoying the feeling of the cool material against him, the frustration of not being able to bury his head in-between Joanne’s breasts like he wants to, is almost proving too much.

As his tongue once again delves into Joanne’s mouth, a fleeting thought passes swiftly through his head, something about ‘a position of trust’. He dismisses it in an instant, and he plunges his tongue into her, filling her mouth.

The girls love having this strong and handsome man naked and so obviously excited by them.

As Mr Owen gazes into Katey’s face, he feels the first signs of his body taking over and all his energy going into a surge in his cock and balls. Katey squeezes his shaft hard. He desperately wants to come, but wants to make this amazing experience last as long as possible at the same time.

He has to fight hard to resist his growing urge to drag Katey to the floor and tear her blouse from her.

The only thing stopping him is that if he did try to get Katey on the floor, he'd miss out on the way the girls are touching him now. All the while the girls are pumping his cock and massaging his heavy balls, their other hands are exploring his back...

...occasionally wandering down to his beautiful round buttocks.

As he feels his inevitable orgasm approaching, Mr Owen struggle for the merest second with his conscience. ‘I must stop, it’ll frighten the girls. No, no, it can’t… look at the way they are doing it, they must have done it before. Oh god…’

His breathing shallows as his hand slips down Joanne’s body.

He wants desperately to be writhing on a bed with them, spending all night exploring their bodies, instead of standing here, the girls in their school uniforms.

‘Oh no, if I come now, it’ll go all over her uniform’ he worries.

Both girls seem to close in on him, he feels their legs tight against his, almost holding him.

He starts to rock slightly back and forth, as if he was fucking one of them.

'Just one last kiss for each of my girls…’

Both the girl’s hands unite in an embrace on his erection, pumping it perfectly, taking all possible control away from him.

He looks down in amazement, that so much sensation could be so overwhelming from one part of his body.

As he does, the pumping the girls are doing starts being perfectly echoed by the internal workings of his cock.

He watches his sperm fly past the interlocked fingers of the two girls and disappear among the grass. He daren’t look at them as they stand so closely in their pristine white school blouses and neatly pleated skirts; he doesn’t want any guilt to take over from his elated feeling of, at that moment, being the luckiest man alive.

“Sir! Did we do it right after all? Do we get ten out of ten Sir?” whispers Joanne enthusiastically. ”Oh Joanne! How can you even ask?”

“And you as well Katey. Right is simply NOT the word! I don’t think I’d better mark you though.” The girl’s hands are still moving, making his sperm-dripping cock squirm in their grip. Still reveling in the sensation of the two girls handling him, Mr Owen doesn’t notice that barely perceptible over the sound of the birds, almost carried away by the breeze, but edging ever closer by the second, someone is calling a name. His.

Approaching across the meadow are an increasingly irate Miss Clutterbuck and a group of giggling girls. ‘Where on earth can Mr Owen have got to with those girls?’ she thinks. “Come on girls, let’s walk briskly up to the meadow, I think I can see someone.”

Mr Owen has had a lovely time with the gorgeous Katey and her friend Joanne. They’ve squeezed every last drop of sperm out of him, and he never wants to eat anything again for fear of losing the wonderful taste of their young mouths.Miss Clutterbuck, always a stickler for time keeping, is on the warpath now though. She’ll find Mr Owen alright, but there’d better be a good explanation for his tardiness, or he’ll be getting anything but the glowing report his career so desperately needs.

As Katey’s hand, still linked with her friend's, kneads her teacher’s spunk-covered cock, she picks up the faintest of sounds from way across the meadow. A shiver of excitement runs up her tiny frame as she realises Joanne and herself have just moments to decide what to do.

Mr Owen is aware of the two schoolgirls close to his own naked body, thrilled by their presence as the scent of his own come drifts up past his nose. His heart pounds as he desperately wishes that time could stand still, so he can be here forever with the girls, on this warm summer day. Katey hears the voice too now, it’s unmistakable. Miss Clutterbuck is coming.

As Mr Owen tries to steady his breathing and bring himself slowly back to earth carefully, so as not to ruin the moment, the girls, their legs still quaking with the excitement of feeling their teacher’s energetic orgasm erupt between their fingers, leap into action. They sort their own slightly dishevelled appearances out, and then…

…spotting his clothes on the ground, they both reach the same conclusion. A way to make sure they don’t get into trouble, while at the same time proving to their doubting friends that they really had managed to strip the handsome young teacher.

Without saying a word they grab his clothes and tear as fast as the wind across the meadow, toward the oncoming voices.

“Mr Owen!, Hello Mr Owen!” The voices of Miss Clutterbuck and her helpers fill the air. Karen wonders why Sheila and Tracey only seem interested in shouting for Richard Chester, then Michelle spots the two missing St Catherine’s girls running across the meadow toward them; “over here!”

Buzzing with energy after the unbridled excitement of their lustful time with the handsome teacher, Joanne and Katey fly along, the long grass brushing against their legs.

When they see their friends and Miss Clutterbuck, an extra thrill fills Katey, as she realises what she says could make a huge difference to the future of the young teacher.

“WHERE have you girls been? Don’t you know what time it is? And what on earth have you got there?” Katey’s hand shakes as her fingers feel the damp cotton of Mr Owen’s shirt. “It’s his Miss Clutterbuck.” This goes unnoticed.

“Oh Mr Owen!” shouts Miss, while Sheila bellows “RICHARD!” at the top of her voice.

“Hang on, isn’t that Mr Owen’s shirt?” “Yes Miss, that’s what I was trying to tell you.”

“What on earth are YOU doing with them? And where is Mr Owen for goodness sake?” As Miss Clutterbuck begins to focus her attention on Katey, the young girl’s heart leaps into her mouth and the blood rushes straight to her head making her feel high. ”Mr Owen gave them to us to look after when he stripped off, he was being really weird Miss.”

“Are you trying to tell me Mr Owen took his clothes off for no reason?” “Well, he said there was something he wanted to show us Miss. Me and Joanne were really scared.” “Oh now just hold on a minute. Is that what I think it is?”

“Yes Miss, it’s his pants. He took them off and started dancing about.” “Yes Miss, he did, and he wanted me to lift my skirt up and show him my knickers” adds Katey.

The girls behind Miss Clutterbuck giggle almost uncontrollably. She is incredulous at the thought of Mr Owen stripping off in front of the two girls, and although she is sure they aren’t making it up, is convinced there must be some misunderstanding.

“Right girls, I think we’d better clear this up back at the school. Now where did you last see Mr Owen?”

The girls start to answer, but are immediately interrupted by Miss Clutterbuck’s gasp, as she sees an unbelievable sight in the distance. Katey dare not move, thoughts of an angry, naked, sweating Mr Owen grabbing her by the shoulders and shouting angrily at her because she stole his clothes fill her head.

Miss Clutterbuck stops herself momentarily, thinking: ‘it’s a hot day, maybe I didn’t drink enough fluid and it’s a mirage of some kind.’

“Here comes Mr Owen now, and he does indeed seem to be naked. Goodness me, doesn’t he run fast! He’s like an animal!” A shiver trickles down Katey’s spine at the thought of how strong Mr Owen is and how angry he would be, but also how helpless he is now, dependent on what she says about him.

Slowing up as he approaches the group of schoolgirls and their teacher, Mr Owen’s legs start to refuse to cooperate with him as he realises that all of a sudden his dream day is turning into a nightmare.

Running across the field, his balls bouncing, his sperm-covered cock still dribbling, he looks for somewhere to hide…

…thinks briefly about darting for cover way over on the far right side of the meadow, but there’s simply nowhere for him to go.

Overcoming his legs, which want to buckle under him, he decides on a final spurt of speed, the idea being that he can reposes his clothes more quickly that way. ‘Why on earth isn’t Miss making those girls look away?’ he worries.

As soon as it dawns on him that, instead of turning away and shrieking of embarrassment, all six pairs of eyes are fixed firmly on him, his legs fail him and an unexpected muddy patch contributes to sending him flat on to his face. Michelle gasps, while Joanne, Katey, and the others snigger and laugh openly.

Fully aware of all the girls staring at him, his legs become even more hopeless and it’s all he can manage to crawl toward his senior teacher and the young girls he is supposed to be helping look after today.

With each step his body seems to become heavier, and he feels smaller and weaker, as he realises how pitiful and pathetic he must appear to Miss Clutterbuck.

He really wants to drop his head and curl up in a ball on the ground.

Mr Owen can only stay on his hands and knees, and can only hope the other girls and Miss Clutterbuck can’t see his cock. They can, of course, and are laughing out loud at the site of Mr Owen looking such a contrast to the proud and confident man who strode on to the bus that morning.

As he raises his head to try and defend himself, he sees that every single girl is laughing at him now. ‘How will I ever be able to teach after this?’ he realises.

“Are you going to explain this? And STOP trying to hide yourself! The girls are all sensible and mature enough to cope with the sight of a naked man.” Behind her the girls are laughing almost hysterically at him.

As Mr Owen pants, his chest heaving as mud and sweat runs down it, Miss Clutterbuck continues his dressing down. He feels as if he’s waiting for an executioner to come along and chop his head off.

‘My head will certainly be rolling if she finds out what happened with the girls’ he thinks; 'she looks so angry.'

“You certainly can’t get dressed covered in that filth” Miss Clutterbuck muses. Seeing the naked teacher on his knees before her, Katey thinks about how vigorously he came just now when Joanne and her wanked him off. ‘Should we tell the other girls or keep it our secret?’ she thinks.

“We could brush him off with this Miss!” Michelle suggests, holding up his shirt. “And these” adds Joanne, holding his pants up. Miss Clutterbuck isn’t listening though, she’s already thought of something else, something a little more fun, which might help teach Mr Owen a lesson into the bargain.

Miss Clutterbuck has managed to track down most of the missing party. The two girls Joanne and Katey were the first to turn up, and they helped locate Mr Owen too because he came running after them in hot pursuit of his clothes, which they had ‘found’ and run off with.What on earth is Miss Clutterbuck going to do with the naked Mr Owen, his firm young body covered in mud, all the schoolgirls laughing at his cock and balls? And WHERE is Richard Chester? Miss Clutterbuck has been particularly looking forward to seeing his worksheet and showing Mr Owen just what St Dunstans boys are capable of.

Mr Owen edges a little closer to Miss Clutterbuck; ‘I wish they weren't laughing at me so much’ he thinks, still not daring to stand, still hoping the girls will throw him his pants at least, so he can have some dignity while Miss gives him the dressing down that is surely coming his way. “Get up and follow me” she orders sternly.

When they reach the other side of the hedge Mr Owen is made to stand naked, while the girls continue to giggle at him, and Miss Clutterbuck aims the hosepipe at him. “Errr… no, please Miss Clutterbuck, can I just…. Aaargh! COLD!” he screams.

As the pressure increases more ice cold fresh water gushes out over his body, making Mr Owen gasp in shock, the sound of the girl’s laughter filling his ears.

“Miss can I have a go?” cries Michelle, enchanted by the sparkling water bouncing off the teacher’s muscular torso.

As the water from the hosepipe runs off Mr Owen’s shrivelled cock, Michelle misinterprets it; “Look! He’s doing a wee!” The girls almost fall over they find this so funny.

As Miss Clutterbuck plays about on his tummy with the hard spray, the girls giggle and titter at the man’s facial contortions. “He looks so strong too, it’s only a bit of water!” Joanne chuckles.

Mr Owen has had enough and really thinks this has gone too far, when he remembers what happened in the woods with Joanne and Katey. He resolves to put up with anything that puts a greater distance between what happened and the time when Miss Clutterbuck tackles him about it. ‘And tackle me she surely will’ he thinks.

Miss Clutterbuck winks at the girls as she deftly skips back round to his front and sprays his cock with a high pressure spurt of the freezing water. As the cooler afternoon air hits his skin, more sensitive under the pressure of the cold water, Mr Owen feels more naked than he ever has in his entire life.

“Oooosh!” exclaims the startled naked male teacher.

His face more soaked than ever now, he can barely open his eyes and starts to stumble a little. The girls hope he falls over again and gets even more muddy than he was the first time.

“We’ll just finish off washing the dirty teacher” announces Miss, “legs apart now, and then we’d better go back to the others. Just one final… legs APART I said!”

Mr Owen does his best to oblige, Miss Clutterbuck squirting water up his bare arse almost has him on his knees again though, so great is the shame. “Give him his clothes Katey! You’ll have to put up with being a little wet for the rest of the day Mr Owen.”

As the sun lowers itself in the sky, Mr Owen is dressed at last, and the group prepare to depart. “Do you think there’s the remotest chance you could finish collecting the worksheets without your clothes falling off Mr Owen?”

“I was in the middle of gathering them up when I realised YOU had disappeared. You put me in a very difficult spot and I am most cross about it. As for your nudity, well! There’s a time and place for everything Mr Owen, but a teacher on a school trip naked! I ask you!” "But Miss..."

“…I can assure you I had nothing but the girl’s best interests…” “Stop there! I don’t want to hear it! Just make sure you get all the worksheets in NOW Mr Owen.”

As Mr Owen gingerly collects the worksheets, he realises with horror that Garth and Shaun are sniggering at him either because they overheard Miss Clutterbuck telling him off, or the girls have already been gossiping. Then he sees her.

Trying hard not to give anything away to the many pairs of prying eyes watching him, Mr Owen takes Katey’s worksheet. ‘Oh my, look at her. Will she tell all her friends what we did? Oh no, of course she will. How will I ever be able to sleep again? It’s only a matter of time until everyone finds out, and then what will happen to me?’

As Katey’s gaze falls upon the teacher her and her friend had stripped and wanked off, a feeling of exhilaration runs through her. ‘I can’t believe he let us take his clothes off! I wonder what else I’ll be able to persuade men to do for me’ she thinks with relish.

“Here you are Sir, and thanks for your help.” Joanne’s cheeky wink would at another time have amused Mr Owen. But today, so great are his conflicting emotions from the memory of being naked with the girls, and his fear of what might happen when they start telling people about it, the wink almost makes his heart stop.

Mr Owen finishes running the gauntlet of the St Catherine’s girls, trying desperately to ignore the way they all seem to be looking at him. ‘Perhaps I am just imagining it’ he hopes in vain.

“I think you’ll find they are all present and correct Miss Clutterbuck.” “Well they aren’t are they? Where’s Richard Chester’s?”

“Richard Chester! Bring your worksheet here now! Oh no – not ANOTHER missing person!”

At that moment a fuming Richard Chester walks straight up to Sheila and Tracey, his hands still tied, his head throbbing from shock and fury at the indignity of his treatment. Tracey and Sheila look on indifferently, intent on denying everything.

“Give me back my clothes right now” he demands, his voice betraying signs that he is about to burst into tears. Sheila is unable to help herself and starts sniggering.

”Get my clothes now before anyone finds out or you will both be in SO much serious trouble.” “We haven’t got your stupid fucking clothes, so fuck off!” Answers Tracey quietly. She so much wants to push him over, but realises Miss Clutterbuck isn’t far away.

Tracey is right to be cautious. As the rest of the group notice the naked boy and start laughing at the sight of his balls dangling below the end of his cock, Miss Clutterbuck gasps in horror at yet another inappropriate display of nudity on today’s outing.

“Oh my goodness!” whispers Joanne to Katey, “look at the little weed! Can we strip Mr Owen again and get him to stand next to that wimp? Imagine the difference!”

As Miss Clutterbuck approaches, Richard’s legs wobble almost uncontrollably. He’s desperate to be dressed again in his smart uniform. Standing here with all the girls laughing at his naked body is something he never even dared have nightmares about. Arriving at school without his tie was the stuff of bad dreams for Richard, until now that is.

“Miss Clutterbuck” Richard splutters, “These girls have been stealing from the shop and doing rude things with boys, and I was just about to come and get you when some boys got me and…” “Just stop there Richard, I have never heard such nonsense."

“Miss! Can you not cover him up, he’s making me feel queasy” asks Michelle.

“I can only get dressed when these two girls give me my clothes back.” “I told you, we haven’t got your stupid clothes” Tracey insists.

“Please make them give me my clothes back” a tearful Richard begs Miss Clutterbuck. Mr Owen looks on, his own palms start to sweat as he has a flashback to his own appearance, naked before the giggling girls and Miss Clutterbuck.

Sobbing openly, Richard attempts to beg for his clothes, but can barely manage a full sentence. This is one naked person too many for Miss Clutterbuck today, and he is obviously not going to be as much fun as Mr Owen. ‘What he’s been up to is anybody’s guess, the silly little boy’ she thinks.

“Are you one of those naturalists then or what?” asks Sheila, sending Michelle into fits of laughter. ”You mean ‘naturist’ Sheila, and whether he is or not, now is neither the time nor place to practice it! Richard...”

“…the girls have been very busy completing their worksheets, so stop trying to blame them for your silly behaviour.” So great is Richard’s frustration and anger, he can't speak a word. He can feel his legs wobbling, about to give way beneath him. Then Miss Clutterbuck says something that makes him stand bolt upright with shock.

“Give me YOUR worksheet Richard. Now.”

As Richard mumbles out complaints about the girls, Miss Clutterbuck starts to realise just how much Richard has let her down in front of Mr Owen. As much as she tries to suppress it, anger swells up inside her. “I’ll give you one last chance; otherwise I’ll be recommending you for suspension. At least.”

Breathing deeply, almost hyperventilating, Richard realises with horror that there’s only one thing he can do…

…and bends over. “Urgh Miss! That’s disgusting! Look where he’s put it!” yells Sheila.

As Miss realises what it is sticking out of the boy’s bottom, everything she hates about teaching, all her little irritations, all her major trials and tribulations, start to rise to the surface.

Richard doesn’t know which is worse – the trauma of the girls forcing his worksheet into his arse, or his own teacher bending him forward, spreading his cheeks, and roughly pulling it out in front of everyone - he sobs as Miss holds up the crumpled paper.

Tracey and Sheila glow in the excitement of the moment, delighting in Miss Clutterbuck’s fury, as she slowly unfolds what she found up Richard’s arse.

Richard hopes his good work will help him out of trouble, but Miss is visibly repulsed. He tries to see why, and catches a glimpse of something that makes his blood run cold.

Miss Clutterbuck feels her junior teacher peering over her shoulder at this, her ‘best student’s’ work. She feels so ashamed and let down, outraged too, furious with this boy for putting her in this position.

She looks at her other students, thinking how he has let them down too. Richard stops sobbing and starts once more to protest his innocence. The other boys look on ashamed and guilty now, never having guessed Richard would be in such serious trouble. Phil, Richard’s friend, decides he must step in before it goes too far.

It’s too late though. Phil dare not move. Richard, naked and quivering, is silenced by Miss Clutterbuck’s steely glare. The air is still, and the girls aren‘t laughing now.

The silence is shattered by the thwack of Miss Clutterbuck’s hand as it almost takes the right side of Richard Chester’s face off.

The combination of the pain and the shock, feeling his teacher hurt him like this as he stands naked in front of the girls and his friends, his hands tied, makes him feel physically sick.

As Richard feels everything he has worked for and planned for crumble away into nothing, and the other boys and girls recoil in horror, Tracey and Sheila delight in a perfect end to a perfect day.

The Field Trip