Miss Smyth's Finishing School

As England ceased to be the leader of the world and then fell onto even harder times, the great castles were turned into bed and breakfasts. The aristocrats taught english to Chinese students and rare antiques were auctioned off by Sothebys.

In 1965 a Miss Smyth decided to start a proper finishing school for girls. The girls from formerly old money families would be taught how to meet and marry a Silicon Valley billionaire or the like. The families, eager at second chance for wealth encouraged the daughters to attend the finishing school. And the girls complied. Each girl had to be 18 years of age.

The school was located on an old estate, leased from a wealthy family now on the ropes. Miss Smyth, being very worldly, knew what it took to captivate and snag a wealthy man.

The girls were brought in and given their school uniforms, white blouses and plaid skirts with high white sox and black loafers. From the start, it was clear that this was going to be an intensive 6 years of training.

The first class was on introductions. Look the man straight in the eye, shake his hand and call him Sir. And yes, that was with a capital S. A slight curtsey following. The girls practiced this over and over again with the gardener, janitor and the schools bookkeeper. The men patiently performed as substitute prospective suitors for hours on end.

The bookkeeper and the gardener began grumbling about quitting the school due to too much BS. But the janitor simply said, "You'll be sorry. You don't know what's coming."

The next class was in sitting at a table with a man. None of the girls had been around a man for some time, at this point, being mainly from fatherless families fallen on hard times. Men were somewhat of a fascination to the pretty young girls. They were curious. What were men really like? Why did we have to call them Sir? What magic happened when you got married?

The next class was kissing a man. At this point the two reluctant men began to see where this was going. The girls gave pecks on the cheek, kisses on the lips and full blown french kisses. The bookkeeper and gardener thanked the janitor for convincing them to stay on. The janitor simply said, "You ain't seen nothing yet."

The various classes continued, hand holding, small talk, smooching and finally making out. The girls would sit on a couch and with Johnny Mathis music turned on, let the three men unbutton and unhook them. Then the men would kiss and massage the girls breasts.

Miss Smyth circulated around the room to make sure the girls did not get too hot or that the making out went too far. Christina, looked up at Miss Smyth, blushing and panting. Miss Smyth merely said "Carry on, you are doing just fine."

Before bedtime that night, Miss Smyth issued dildos to each girl and moans were heard into the night.

The janitor, book keeper and groundsmen began receiving notes on the windscreens of their cars from some of the students whom they had practiced with. "Meet me under the big oak tree at 10 tonight read one", another said "I want to run away with you."

The janitor advised the other two workers not to fall for the offers as "Much better things are ahead for you."

The next class had the men slipping off the girls panties and fingering them. The girls would come in the class much to the amusement of the other girls...til it was their turn.

At this point, Miss Smyth called all of the girls into her office and shut the door. "I am very proud of you all. At this point, I know that some of you have your favorite and now is the time to let that be known. All those who like the janitor line up by the outside windows. Those liking the gardener, line up by the far wall. Those liking the bookkeeper, line up in the center of the room.

The lines were somewhat equal. Each of the three lines was given a different colored ribbon to put around their neck. "This indicates that you are the property of that particular man." The girls were to wear the ribbon at all times.

As the semester went on, the men saw which girls were their property. They could not help but spend some time with each of their girls.

Then Miss Smyth, again, called all of the girls into her office and closed the door. She informed them that they were now entering the graduate school phase of the program. "We are talking about sucking cock girls. Blow jobs, giving head and goop gobbling."

The girls slowly nodded their pretty heads.

"I want each of you to read the assigned material. In your rooms tonight, each of you will find a ripe banana. I want you to follow the instructions and practice oral sex on that fruit. Tomorrow, we will use the real thing."

The girls went back to the dorm and sure enough, there was a banana. One on each bed.

In the morning the nervous girls sat in class. Miss Smyth addressed the class. "This portion of the finishing school will determine whether you marry a doctor, millionaire or billionaire. Watch carefully and remember what you see. This is very important."

About this time a $1,000 a night call girl came into the room. She went over to the janitor and got on her knees and soon he was howling and screaming. The noise shocked some of the girls.

Then a cheap street hooker came in and had the same results.

Finally a paid housewife came in and gulped down the sperm of a somewhat silent man responding only with a few grunts. The housewife obviously had no idea of what she was doing.

Miss Smyth then told the girls that the men were too exhausted to performer as stand-ins and that the actual practice would begin tomorrow. Then she dismissed the girls.

The bookkeeper and gardener thanked the janitor for advising them to stay on. Needless to say, not much bookkeeping, gardening or janitorial work got done the next few weeks.

The three men could be seen sitting around drooling and smiling.

The smug girls knew that they had a secret weapon. More call girls were brought in, each with their own tips and secrets. The moans and howls from the school became louder and longer. The dry cleaner for the school took longer to clean the stained blouses and skirts.

Then it was time for final examinations. The nearby General from the local military base sent over several bus loads of troops. The girls shuddered at the long line of olive drab clothed GI's and then went to work.

Heads were held, praises were given, the creator's name was yelled out and then screams were heard across the campus. The gulping sounds were not so well heard, but they were there.

Finally three busses of exhausted, relaxed and happy soldiers returned to the base, glad that they had volunteered.

At graduation, Miss Smyth, commended all of the girls for their eagerness and stamina. The talented girls were then sent out into the world to find mates.

At the school reunion, Ginny was the first to show up with the founder of a large online search engine, Christina showed up with a dotcom founder, Sally had an investment banker on her arm and Chelsea had the janitor.

Miss Smyth smiled slyly at the girls and they smiled back with a twinkle in their eye.

None of the other finishing schools could figure out just what it was about Miss Smyth's finishing school that landed such catches.