"I thrust my buttocks backward. I felt the slap of his heavy balls and the prickle of his pubic hair. He was totally inside me. I had taken him all in... I felt a sense of complete satisfaction and surrender. I was his. I felt his hand reach down to my wet crotch and heard him grunt and then his cock exploded inside me.His orgasm lasted a long time.I lay there, impaled, his pulsating cock depositing its hot seed deep inside me.Finally, I felt him slowly withdraw.His cock slid out of me and there. The class started calling him Petunia and ignored him at break andprep times. Even the girls just laughed as he walked around and all remindedhim of his further ordeal to come. It was soon the morning of his first PElesson with the girls. Peter picked up his PE kit and headed for the changingroom. He met Miss Matless outside her office and she escorted him to the corridorthat ran to the changing room. "Change here" she said, indicating to a chairin the passageway. He started to change as the. "Oh god, you're a filthy bitch." He hissed.As his dirty talk encouraged Anna, I stood stroking my own cock, trying to hold off from coming until it was my turn.Anna pulled off his cock again, but this time she kissed him. "Hold my hair back while I suck your fucking cock." She said, before sliding her mouth back down his pole.I nearly came on the spot as I watched him grab her long curly blonde hair with one hand and push her head down harder onto his cock."That's it you filthy fucking whore,. Yes, your Honour, I understand. Tell the court, in my own words, what happened on the day in question. The trouble really started when I was asked to take the Upper Sixth on a school trip to visit H.M.S. Victory, the famous Royal Navy warship, which was Admiral Lord Nelson‘s flagship at the Battle of Trafalgar. I had better introduce myself. I am Miss Jane, the art teacher at the Saint Cecilia’s School for Girls, a private school for those who can afford our outrageous fees. And yes, I admit.