“Good morning miss Willie” this was my first day at my new school, following my fall from grace whilst caught out masturbating myself vigorously in the confession box.   Sly old father Ted robed in all his glory looked on through the slit in the door was always left in a spasmotic trance playing with a little more than just his crucifix… Well I don’t know! What a load of fuss about a bit of pussy fingering! After all it was mine to play with and do with as I pleased. It was a fasinating find to be able to make the genital area so moist that one could quite easily slide several fingers right up inside: definatly had its advantages. I was already in fits! My fascination with willies now extended to the classroom, I could barely splutter her name out leaving her pissed off breathless and exasperated by my total disrespect for mysuperiors,telling me with her acid tongue” to get out”! It was here I became a filthstress, a bit of a lesbian and a girl all men wanted to play with through the boredom of the classroom crap, where I much preferred to become a window starrer.  I used to stare at the men at work in the playground, conjuring up sexually explicit images of them pulling my white, underdeveloped fanny drenched knickers down and “Knocking the back end out of me over the classroom desk” I got friendly with a pretty blond whom I started spooning behind the bike shed during lunch, the cold end of the spoons rubbing against her bare clitoris and her white panties always brought her to squeels of sexual delight very fast, leaving me, wanting my turn next in shear excitement of witnessing and commandeering the whole rubbing off thing. Sexual applications always came easy to me, and was never a one to feel shy, orkward, or embarresed about anything, on the contrary I reveled in being just soooo naughty!  Just a shame they wern't dishing out GCSE's in Wanking......