I went to an all girls boarding school. Of course, the staff were intent that we all left with our virginities very much intact, and equally, some of us were determined that we would benefit from a little extra-curricular activity
Unfortunately, for a school that proudly boasted 'Our girls are kept pure in mind, body and soul', there were so many rules to stop us doing what the staff denied ever went on that opportunities were few and far between. I swear, though, some nights in the residences, if you listened really hard, you could hear the successions of sighs, moans and sometimes screamed our obscenities go from one end of a floor to the other. Sometimes we used to deliberately embarrass the house mother on duty by crying out the most disgusting things, (usually as we masturbated ourselves silly.) 'Ohhh yes... fuck me.... Oh yes. cum inside me... Quick before we get discovered.' The poor woman on duty would run from one room to the next just in case we had smuggled a boy in somehow.
But my 'fix' was the handsome young man who came in once a week to teach me cello. He was different to my old teacher who must have been 200 years old. This one was in his early 20s, and, well, male! And oh, isn't the cello a gift for a girl who wants to do something sexy? My first lesson with him I was wearing a track suit bottom half. (My old teacher used to try to look up my skirt...yuck) But this one... mmmmmm The second lesson I wore my PE skirt and made damn sure he got a good eyeful of my panties. By the end of the lesson, I was wet and had to go and jill off. For seven weeks, I teased that poor man...dropping semi-sexual remarks into the conversation...even one day, telling him that I felt horny and that is why I couldn't concentrate.
The next term was the same.. I would make sure he saw my crotch, then talk as sexily as I dared before going to the bathroom to rub off. On the last week of that term, I was going through my usual routine of flashing, talking sexy and was looking forward to my jilling session. I said 'Oh Sir, I'm sorry. I can't get this right today. I feel uncomfortable down there. I dont know why.' Usually this would make the poor man blush and look away, this time though he said 'You need someone to give you a bloody good seeing to. What YOU need, is a fingering.' And as he sat opposite me he leaned forward and looking right into my eyes, he slipped his hand up my skirt and rubbed my crotch. I let him take the cello from me and lay it down. Then he wormed his fingers under the material which was already very wet and eased a long thin finger up me. I had learned that squirting orgasms were far more powerful than 'normal' ones some months ago, but finally, FINALLY to feel a man inside me was fucking fantastic. I felt myself about to come in no time and, as I expected, I squirted into the material of my panties which made it look like I had peed myself. FUCK but it felt good though! I reached for him and got it out. I tell you, I would have given him my cherry right there on the floor of the practice room. No problem. Instead, I sat up close to him and jacked him off. He shot a load of cum right onto my panties. I walked back to my dorm floor with a mans sperm on my panties. I told my best friend too. It turned out that my lovely cello teacher left at the end of that term. Just as well...because I really WOULD have fucked him. Imagine... a girl at THIS school...fucked IN school. They would NEVER get over the shock.