The School Trip

"Herr Dalton, I have a proposition for you." I turned to see Herr Becker, one of the English teachers approaching me. We were in the staff room of the German Grammar School where I was a Language Assistant, basically I was a student of German at the University of London spending the third year of my four year course abroad. I could have elected to go to a German University for a year, but had opted to go to a German school instead.

It was a different life to that of a student, actually being in a proper workplace, and I was quite enjoying it. True, my workload, which consisted of taking English Conversation classes for a variety of age groups wasn't exactly onerous, but some of the kids themselves were. Despite the perceived reputation of German schools the truth could be a long way from it. By way of example, one notorious class had forced the teacher to lock them in with her, then had injected super glue into the lock so no-one could get out or in.

Notwithstanding, I hadn't experienced any such problems, getting on well with most of the pupils and in particular those in their final year. After all, I was only twenty-one and some of them were already nineteen, so very much of an age. One group in particular had had taken me under their wing, inviting me to go ice-skating with them, playing skittles, a very traditional German pub game akin to 10 pin bowling, and even on one occasion to the opera.

"It is customary for a class to go to the Eifel Mountains to a hostel that the town owns and runs, as a treat. This year it is my class and I wondered if you'd like to come? It is for a whole week and we do various outdoor activities, walking etc. as well as a small amount of school work. Naturally there will be female teachers as well to look after the girls." He mentioned two names, a middle aged woman Frau Oppenheimer, and a much younger woman Frau Hesterkamp who was engaged to one of the other teachers. I knew them a little and both had seemed very friendly.

The trip was planned for the middle of the summer term and on the whole it did appeal to me. My host, as it were, was a really nice person, he taught English and French and we'd hit it off right from the beginning, him involving me in the teachers' skittles evenings and getting me involved in informal games of basketball at a local gym. He was an all round popular teacher and I immediately said I'd go.

"Great I'll let you have the details soon."

Whilst I didn't forget I was going, the time slipped by and suddenly the trip was upon us, the coach set to depart at eight o'clock on Monday morning. I'd just finished a class with the final year group, and one of the girls, who'd always been very friendly came up to me, "Auf Wiedersehen Herr Dalton, I'll see you on Monday."

"I'm afraid not Rita, I'm off with Herr Becker on a class trip all week so I won't see you until the following week."

"Actually I'm coming with you, they thought it would be good to have some intermediaries between the children and the teachers, to provide some supervision in the dormitories and the Head Boy and I are going along as well."

"That's nice Rita, I'll look forward to spending the week with you." I hoped she hadn't taken that the wrong way, but it was true, she was a very pleasant person and she'd been the one to invite me to the opera. It was a family trip for her and they'd had a spare ticket, and knowing my interest had asked me. She was also very good looking, with a nice body, slim and trim, already nineteen and in different circumstances I would have been very attracted to her. She was very much still a pupil though and I was considered a teacher, so despite the similarities in age, I knew there could be nothing inappropriate between us. She disappeared off with her friend Annika, and looking over their shoulders at me, laughing away. If only I wasn't a teacher I thought.

We were all ready promptly on Monday morning and everyone was soon loaded on the coach, the four teachers at the front, Peter The Head Boy and Rita, who I found out was the Head Girl, behind us, the kids, mostly fifteen and sixteen year olds at the back, chattering noisily away.

I shook hands with the other teachers, a German formality carried out every morning, greeting them by their surnames, prefaced with Herr or Frau. All female teachers in Germany were 'Frau', just as all female teachers in England were 'Miss'. "I think we can dispense with the formality on this trip," suggested Herr Becker, "we'll almost be living together, so I suggest we use forenames and the informal 'du', rather than 'Sie'. Do you prefer to be called Robert or Rob?" I confirmed that Rob was fine, using his name 'Hans' although it seemed very strange, not having the same distinction in English.

The coach journey was about five or six hours and we settled down, making small talk, the kids getting more and more raucous as the excitement built. The use of the word 'Mountains' attached to Eifel is a bit of a misnomer, the range of hills is only 2,000 feet high, but the surrounding National Park is very pleasant, large woods, sweeping vistas and in the winter some skiing. Various activities had been planned, mostly around getting the kids out and active, some plain hiking, some orienteering type walking, and some treasure hunts.

Finally we arrived and began unloading. The accommodation was fairly basic for the kids, a male and a female dormitory, with a small room at the end of each for Rita and Peter to sleep in, affording them some privacy. The teachers were a floor above in a small suite of rooms, we had a common room, then a bedroom each with a comfortable looking double bed, and the use of two bathrooms, one for the men we decided, and one for the women.

Hans called everyone together and outlined the rules. One that surprised me was in relation to drinking. Anyone over sixteen, he told them, could go into the local pubs and drink beer or wine, as was allowed under German Law, but under no circumstances was anyone to get drunk and no spirits were to be consumed except for those over eighteen. He looked at Peter and Rita in this regard. Finally absolutely no alcohol at all in the Hostel. He dismissed them and the four of us trooped up to our common room.

"Right," said Frieda, "who's brought what?" She dug into her bag and fished out a bottle of schnapps, Maria a bottle of brandy and Hans a bottle of scotch. "That should keep us going for a while," commented Frieda. I apologised for not bringing anything, not having realised I was going on a drinking week.

"Don't worry Rob, you can come and help me get some beer from the local supermarket." Hans led me off and we were soon walking back with a crate of beer in glass bottles. "We can't really be seen going into the local pubs and someone has to be on duty here, so we'll stay in and enjoy ourselves," he told me. We got back an immediately shared a couple of drinks before dinner, creating a nice buzz on an empty stomach.

The food wasn't bad, we all ate together and Hans gave me a tour of the place, large recreation areas where the kids could play table tennis, or chess, and other games. There was a small gym as well, but it didn't look very well used. We retreated to the common room where Frieda and Maria were shuffling a pack of cards. We played a few games, finding that British and German card games were often similar. The drinks went down well and I soon fell into the German habit of taking a schnapps chaser with my beer. Although as a student I was well used to drinking, I was beginning to feel a little heady.

"Let's liven this up a bit," suggested Frieda. I was beginning to take a liking to her, the once seemingly staid and prim school teacher was loosening up, and becoming much more genial. I noticed that although into her forties she had a nice looking body, with a defined waist and some impressive looking breasts.

"What do you suggest?" asked Hans.

"How about strip poker?" I nearly choked on my beer, looking round at my colleagues somewhat aghast.

They all laughed at me. "Don't worry Rob, it's only virtual strip poker, we just keep a paper record of who takes what off. Once someone is technically naked we allow forfeits, virtual of course until the last person is naked, then they are declared the winner."

"What's the prize?" I asked emboldened by the drink.

"It depends," advised Hans enigmatically.

We started to play and it was most enjoyable, all of us laughing and swapping much banter, comments such as "lovely panties you have on," or "they're nice," flying around, to the extent that I was started to get a bit turned on, wondering just what these two would really look like naked, my mind going into overdrive at the thought.

Frieda wasn't doing too well, I didn't play much poker, but even I could tell that she was making some rash decisions. I was holding my own with the other two, when Frieda announced, "OK, now I'm officially naked and into forfeits."

"What are they?" I asked naively, garnering looks from the other three.

"Well we tend to use the same ones. You know snogging, fondling, stroking."

Out of the blue from Frieda came, "Sucking cock," causing everyone to burst out in fits of giggles.

Eventually I was declared the winner, and more than a little unsteadily we rose to go to bed. Hans and I shook hands, and I moved to do the same to the others, but was pulled into a tight hug by Frieda and kissed on the lips, followed by a less enthusiastic, but altogether pleasant kiss from Maria.

I used the bathroom and then stripped off all my clothes, collapsing into the bed, leaving the light on, hoping my head would stop spinning shortly. There was a tap on the door and I called for the visitor to come in. It was Frieda, still fully dressed, she came in and closed the door behind her. "A loser always pays her debts to the winner," she said and began to unbutton her blouse, peeling it off her shoulders to reveal her breasts encased in a pretty, lace trimmed bra. There was a nice cleavage that wobbled a little as she unzipped her skirt and laid it carefully on a chair. What I'd assumed were tights were in fact hold-up stockings and these were peeled down her legs, giving me a flash of panty covered crotch.

Next came the bra, her breasts tumbling out, not as large as I'd thought, but remarkably firm for her age, topped with broad areola and hard buds in the middle. Looking me straight in the eyes, she reached for her panties and shimmied them down, then stood upright, a neat triangle of brown curly hair between her legs. I thought that was it, but she pulled back the covers and slid in beside me, scooting over to me and leaned her face into mine. "Now the forfeits, first snogging." Our mouths met, in a gentle kiss that became more passionate, our tongues flicking in each other's mouth. She pulled away an inch or so, "Fondling and stroking," a hand found my raging boner and started to stroke it.

Just as I was starting to enjoy it, she added "sucking cock," and sliding down my body took my cock in her mouth, immediately sucking it right back to her throat. I gasped at the intensity of the sensation, trying to convince myself that this was real, not some alcohol fuelled, erotic dream. The head bobbing in my lap gave the lie to that notion as I reached down to cup a breast in my hand, feeling the weight and the hardness of her nipple in my palm.

"Now the main prize for winning," she sat up and swung a leg over my hips, and in one swift movement impaled herself on my cock, sinking right down until our bodies were grinding together. Once more I was gasping as this clearly very experienced woman took charge, riding my cock, her hips undulating, sliding my prick in and out of her soft warm tunnel. I was hardly inexperienced myself, two years at university had seen to that, but she seemed in a different league, taking charge, enveloping me in her sensual world.

It was tempting to lie back and just let her take completely over, watching her breasts bouncing in itself was mesmerising, but my macho instincts wouldn't let me, and I reached up to cup her breasts, grazing my fingers over her large nipples, then I rolled away from under her, managing to end up lying on top of her, my cock not having left her pussy. Seamlessly I followed her rhythm, pumping in and out of her, my mouth finding her nipples and latching on, sucking first one then the other into my mouth, my tongue swirling round them.

I slid down further, my cock slipping out of her pussy, sensing her disquiet, only for my mouth to find her slit, my lips locking onto hers, my tongue slipping inside, parting her folds as it sought its target. I pushed it out as far as I could, and finding her entrance probed inside, tasting the floods of juice that flowed from her.

I pulled away and pushed two fingers inside, my eyes feasting on her pussy, seeing the neatly trimmed hair around her labia, already swollen, the inner lips pushing out, crinkly and darker. I plucked at them with my mouth, then flicked my tongue on her clit as my fingers sawed in and out, making a squelching sound, so wet was she. My mouth slid back down to her pussy, my slick fingers teasing her anus, one pushing inside, feeling her tense up then relax as it invaded that private hole.

I could feel her pushing back against me, pressing her clit against me as my tongue and fingers delved into her intimate areas, teasing, twisting and exciting. I felt her stiffen, a sharp intake of breath and her whole body began to shudder as her orgasm exploded within her, rolling across her body, seemingly going on and on. A long sigh and she relaxed, her body going limp again.

I slid back up her body, my mouth finding her nipples again as my hands mauled her breasts, then my cock found her pussy and engaged, sliding effortlessly in, right to the hilt, my mouth seeking hers, our lips locking together, breath rasping through our noses. I thrust into her as hard as I could, ramming my cock in, feeling it collide with her cervix, her walls squeezing me tightly. Harder and faster, and I could feel our arousal growing in tandem, the force of her body meeting mine, growing and growing.

My balls boiled and I exploded inside her, feeling my cum spurting out into the tight confines of her tunnel, hot and thick as her pussy clamped round me, further shudders going through her as her hands dug into my back, raking the flesh. It became too much for me and I stilled, feeling my cock still hard inside her.

I rolled away, easing myself out of her as we lay side by side gasping for air. "I love a good loser," I panted, turning to grin at her.

"And I love a man who knows how to use what God gave him," she replied, leaning down over me to take my softening cock in her mouth, cleaning my cum off. She lay back and closed her eyes, then turned away from me, snuggling back into my stomach. "Now I need to sleep, make sure we wake in time for another good fucking before we have to get up, won't you." Within seconds gentle snores were coming from her as I too closed my eyes and tried to sleep.

Eventually it must have come, although my mind was still spinning, because I woke to brightness behind the curtains. I was pressed up against a warm naked form, and coming fully to my senses I realised it was Frieda. She was lying on her stomach, breasts squashed beneath her. I reached out my hand and ran it down her back, then over the curves of her bum, gently caressing her. A contented "Mmmm," came from her as I continued my exploration of her backside, sliding my fingers into, then along her crease.

Encountering her anus I paused, my fingers making light circles round it, feeling it tighten under my touch, then further round to her soft pussy lips, tickling the soft downy hair on them. I felt her legs open more, giving me greater access and leaving my thumb pressing on her back hole, I eased a finger between her pussy lips, being rewarded with another "Mmmmm." Clearly I was doing something right and I slipped another finger in her.

She began to hump my hand, her hips just rising a little, then grinding back down on me, and sitting up, I straddled her upper legs, my hard cock finding her crease, sliding along it. I took it in my hand and wiped it up and down, then pressed it against her arsehole. "That feels nice, but not now, I want it in my pussy." I slid back down and lifted her hips, easing her onto her knees, her arse and pussy opening up in front of me.

I pressed my face into her crease, smelling the musky, earthy aroma, then slowly, deliberately ran my tongue down over her anus to her pussy, pushing hard inside. I pulled her apart with my fingers, seeing the wet pinkness, my tongue flicking along it, tasting the fresh juices seeping out of her. I heard her gasp, then exhale in a long sigh as I lined my cock up with her opening and pushed slowly into her. I could feel her pushing back, my girth stretching her open as I slid inside that inviting tunnel. Fully in, I began to rock my hips, allowing my cock to move gently in and out as I saw her lips distend and stretch, her arsehole constricting and expanding.

I could have stayed there all day, but Frieda had different ideas, "Much as I'm enjoying that, I want you on top of me, I want to feel your body squashing me, your cock inside me." She pulled forward and rolled over onto her back, her legs wide apart in open invitation. I knelt forward, my cock against her opening, supporting myself fully on straight arms, then I surged forwards, my eyes locked on her face, seeing the results of that initial wave of pleasure. I lowered myself fully down, slipping fully inside her as her arms came round my body, pulling me tight into her.

Our bodies found a rhythm, her hips rising to meet my thrusts, then pulling apart, my cock nearly escaping then plunging back inside. Gradually our pace increased, faster and faster and I could feel my arousal building. Frieda was panting now, her breath coming in short sharp bursts, her movements getting more frantic, then I felt her legs encircle me, her ankles locking behind me as she pulled me harder into her.

Ever upwards my passion grew, matching hers, until with a shrill cry her orgasm exploded across her, her body shaking and juddering as her pussy clamped tightly round my cock. I erupted inside her, my spunk spraying forcefully against her cervix, the blood rushing in my ears as my heart pounded in my chest. Exhausted I collapsed on top of her, feeling her pussy squeezing the last few drops of cum out of me. "You don't think we made too much noise do you?" I asked, concerned that our tryst would be discovered.

"I wouldn't worry about that," she replied, "Hans and Maria will have been fucking all night as well if I know them."

"But she's engaged," I spluttered.

"But what most people don't know is that long ago, before her fiancé came along, Hans and Maria were an item, and now, whenever they get a chance, they go back to their old ways."

I lay back astounded at what went on that I didn't know about, as we heard a door open and close. "Time to make a move I think," suggested Frieda, slipping out of bed, and dressing in just her skirt and blouse, with her underwear in her hand, leaned across and kissed me tenderly, then carefully opened the door and peering out, disappeared.

At breakfast we were back to our more formal ways, shaking hands all round, even with Frieda who I had been fucking not an hour earlier. I looked for signs of anything between Hans and Maria but they were behaving exactly as I was with Frieda.

School started early in Germany and by eight o'clock everyone was in the classroom. I decided to sit at the back and listen as Hans started, talking about the area we were in, the history, the geography, making the lesson relevant to what was happening during the trip. I glanced across and saw Rita, sitting next to Peter, she smiled at me and I returned the gesture.