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I didn't write this story, I'm posting it here on behalf of the author,
Mountebank . Please send him your comments.
A CLASS ACT
(A lesson in the art of sexual intercourse for a class of young girls
at an exclusive finishing school.)
"Girls, at this point in the curriculum we usually show a video which
explains a lot more clearly than I can what actually happens during
sexual intercourse." Miss James looked round her class as she spoke
and adjusted the horn-rimmed glasses on the end of her nose. She
brushed away a stray lock of hair which had escaped from the chignon
at the back of her head.
"You will recall that we looked together yesterday at the
photographs and cut-away diagrams in the text book but you can
obviously learn a lot more by seeing real people making love, even if
it's only on film. But today we're going to do something special.
John, here, has kindly agreed to take a break from his sports
coaching duties to demonstrate the sex act with me so that you can
see it at first hand."
Miss James's eyes roved round the classroom, evaluating the
response of her twelve pupils to the news that they would soon be
watching their teacher and the tennis coach "doing it", as she knew
her young charges called the act of sexual congress. Two or three
were blushing furiously but most, she could see, were intrigued by
the idea.
John, wearing tennis shorts and a tight, white T-shirt, sat
on an upright chair, looking at the class with an enigmatic smile on
his face. Already he could feel his penis swelling and stiffening
inside his shorts and he looked forward to the moment when he could
release it from the tight constriction of his underpants.
"Our lesson will be in three main parts," announced Miss
James to the classroom. She could see from the eager expressions on
the girls' faces that there would be no problem holding their
attention today. "First, we'll look at the male sexual organ and
learn how to stimulate it both manually and orally - that means with
our hands and with our mouth, girls, in case you were wondering.
Then, John and I will demonstrate the sex act itself. And, finally,
we'll watch John while he ejaculates so that you can all see what
happens when a man reaches a climax.
"Any questions? No? All right then, would you mind undressing
for us now John, please?" Miss James smiled across at the young man
and tucked the loose strand of hair behind her ear. "And, Rebecca,
please adjust the Venetian blinds. We don't want any juniors peeping
in through the window."
John rose to his feet and slowly removed his T-shirt. A year
ago he would have felt embarrassed at the idea of standing naked in
front of a roomful of schoolgirls but now, at nineteen, he positively
relished the prospect of exposing himself to them. The bulge at the
front of his shorts was very prominent and he could see several of
the girls looking at it and giggling behind their hands.
"Louise, Sarah, Lucy, will you please behave!" Miss James
hissed severely. "This is a serious sex education class and if you
can't behave sensibly you'll have to leave the room." Her admonition
was sufficient to restore order to the classroom and the twelve
teenagers sat demurely at their desks, waiting and watching.
John slowly slid the zipper of his shorts down, noting how
the room's acoustics seemed to magnify the sound. Next he unbuttoned
the waistband and let the shorts drop to the floor, leaving himself
naked except for a pair of white underpants whose front protruded
alarmingly, the fabric stretched tight by the outward pressure of the
penis within.
Miss James beckoned the young man forward and he moved closer to her,
realizing that she wanted to have the privilege of removing the last,
flimsy garment. The teacher's hands moved to the elastic waistband
and began pulling it downwards, lifting the front free as she did so
in order to release the distended penis trapped inside.
John heard a collective intake of breath as the schoolgirls got their
first sight of his manhood jutting out proudly from the base of his
belly. The organ in question responded to their attention by swelling
even more fiercely.
"Now, girls, you remember I showed you those pictures
yesterday and told you how a man's organ expands and goes all stiff
when he is aroused?" Miss James asked. "Well, John is sexually
excited and that's precisely what's happened to his penis. Now, who
can tell me why a man's penis needs to be stiff?"
"So that he can put it inside the woman's body easily, Miss
James," chirped a voice from the back of the class.
"Yes, well done, Charlotte," the teacher replied. "So that
the man can insert it deep into the woman's vagina and squirt his
seed onto the neck of her womb. In a little while John and I will be
showing you exactly how the man inserts his penis, but first I'm
going to ask John to come round to each of your desks so that you all
can see his erection close up for yourselves. If you want to touch it
I'm sure John won't mind, will you John?"
The young man swallowed hard and shook his head. "No, I'd
like that," he replied, his voice feeling thick in his throat. He
felt highly aroused, and although he hoped very much that the girls
would touch his penis, he hoped too that he wouldn't disgrace himself
by climaxing too soon. The thought of squirting his seed into the air
as he stood there in front of the class both excited him further but
hardened his determination not to let it happen until he and Miss
James had completed their demonstration.
"Before John shows his penis to you, let me just remind you
about some of the things we learnt yesterday," Miss James said, her
soft voice distracting the naked youth at least partially from these
troubling thoughts. She moved even closer to him and gently took his
phallus in her hand.
"The male organ when it's fully erect is normally about six
or seven inches long, though John's actually happens to be a little
longer than that." She held the throbbing organ tenderly between her
forefinger and thumb and pulled it downwards and away from his belly
until it was almost horizontal, showing it to the class.
"This rounded knob at the end here is called the glans penis
and it's covered by a mantle of loose skin, known as the foreskin."
The teacher touched each of the parts lightly with the index finger
of her other hand as she spoke. "When the penis is erect, the tip of
the glans protrudes from the foreskin, as John's is doing now, and if
you pull the foreskin back it sits neatly behind the rim of the
glans. See, like this." Miss James's hand matched the deed to the
words and exposed the shiny, purple-red head of John's penis to the
scrutiny of the schoolgirls.
The young man swallowed hard in an effort to retain his
composure but the pleasurable feel of Miss James's cool hand holding
his erection and the intense gaze of the pretty, young pupils was
having a profound effect. A delicious feeling of heaviness was
beginning in his balls, and he parted his legs slightly to ease the
pressure that was building there.
"My brother is circumsized," volunteered a dark-haired
teenager from the front of the class.
"Yes, thank you for raising that, Rebecca," said Miss
James. "Some men have their foreskin surgically removed when they are
babies. Sometimes it's a religious thing; in other cases it's just a
matter of hygiene because a circumsized penis is easier to keep
clean."
"Now, girls, when John comes round to you, I want you to look
carefully at this tight little bridge of skin, just beneath the head
of his penis." The teacher lifted the heavy organ and pulled the
foreskin right back so that the girls could see the part in question.
She touched it gently with her fingertip, causing the penis to give
an involuntary twitch that made some of the girls giggle.
"It's called the frenum," Miss James explained, "and it's the most
sensitive part of a man's sexual organs. If you rub or lick the penis
there, it gives the man the most delicious sensation. Isn't that
right, John?" The teacher closed her hand round the powerful jut of
the penis and began moving it very slowly up and down, stroking her
finger lightly against the frenum as she did so.
"Yes, Miss James," the youth gasped, finally managing to
break his silence. "It feels heavenly when you do that." He looked
down and watched intently the steady rhythm of the teacher's hand
sliding the skin up and down his shaft, delighting in the silky
smooth movement of his foreskin covering and uncovering the head.
Then, looking up again, he studied the rapt faces of the spectators
as they leant forward to get a better view of what Miss James was
doing to him.
"Girls, this is called masturbation," Miss James explained,
her hand continuing its easy, rhythmical motion. "It's extremely
pleasurable for the man. But masturbating her partner should give the
woman pleasure too. To know that you are pleasing your lover, feeling
him grow even harder in your hand, seeing this delightful sac here
sway in time with your hand's motion and then watching it tighten as
his sensation builds - all these things should help to raise your
own enjoyment of what you and your lover are sharing.
"You may in fact sometimes want to continue masturbating your
lover to the point when he ejaculates. I know I love bringing a man
to his climax with my hand. It's nice to watch his sperm shoot out.
How many of you have jacked your boyfriend off and seen his sperm?"
Three or four of the watching girls nodded their heads shyly,
blushing as they admitted that they were not complete sexual novices.
"Don't be embarrassed girls," Miss James said, her hand still
moving up and down John's bone-hard erection . "Masturbating your
boyfriend is a natural, normal thing to do. It's part of growing up.
What was his sperm like, Victoria?" she asked one of the girls who
had owned up to serving her boyfriend in this way.
The girl blushed an even deeper shade of pink, shyly lowering
her pretty blue eyes.
"Don't be shy, Victoria," the teacher said with a warm,
friendly smile. "This is a sex education class. I want us all to feel
that we can talk openly about anything to do with sex. Sex is a
beautiful gift, not something any of us need feel ashamed about. So
tell us about your boyfriend's sperm."
"Well, miss, it was sort of milky white and slippery," the
young girl said haltingly, still too embarrassed to look either at
her teacher or at the naked man whose penis looked as if it would
very soon fountain its essence in exactly the same way as her
boyfriend's had. "And there was so much of it," she went on,
recalling her surprise at how the boy had drenched her blouse and
skirt with his emission. "It just seemed to go on and on. I thought
he'd never stop!", she giggled. "It made me very excited watching him
come."
"Yes, that too is quite normal," Miss James said. "Masturbating John
like this is making me excited and I'm wet between my legs." With her
free hand she lifted her skirt and showed the class a damp spot on
her pink cotton panties. John's hand reached down and gently pulled
the fabric aside while with the other hand he held the teacher's
vulva open to show the class the glistening evidence of her arousal.
"Can you see how my inner lips have started to pout and
become slippery?" she asked. "And look how the tip of my clitoris is
peeking out at the front there. Some of you may be experiencing the
same wet sensation as well. Don't be ashamed to touch yourself if you
are. The wetness is your body's signal to you. Respond to it. Enjoy
it. The purpose of this class is to explore our sexuality and to open
ourselves to our full sexual potential.
"Now, John, I think it's time for you to let these young
ladies get a closer look at this lovely penis of yours. Please show
it to them while I get undressed." Miss James gave the object in
question one last affectionate tug and then released it from her
grasp. Left to its own devices, the penis reared, huge and red, from
the mass of curly hair at the base of the youth's belly. Beneath it,
his testicles hung heavily in their wrinkled sac of skin.
The young man moved slowly forward and stood in the central
aisle, proudly displaying his erection to the four young girls in the
front row, turning first one way then the other so that they could
observe it both head-on and in profile. He could feel their eyes
fixed on it and this made the organ throb and become even stiffer.
Behind him he could hear the rustle of Miss James's clothes as she
began to undress and ready herself for their demonstration. He smiled
down at a pretty, blonde child in the second row, who he could sense
wanted to touch him but was too shy to attempt it.
Moving closer to her so that his penis jutted only inches
from her face, John smiled again, took her hand and guided it to his
phallus. "There," he said as he placed her cool, slim fingers round
the shaft, "doesn't that feel nice?"
The girl nodded shyly and began feeling and fondling the
organ, exploring its length and running her fingers through the dark
mass of curly hairs at its root.
"Yes, that's right, Samantha," Miss James said, naked now
except for her black suspender belt and stockings, coming up close
behind John and looking over his shoulder, while pressing her heavy
breasts tightly against his back. "Masturbate him. Move your hand up
and down it, as I was doing before. Yes, like that. Perfect. Can you
feel the way the skin slides easily over the hardness inside? Watch
how the foreskin covers and uncovers the glans as you move your hand.
Isn't that clever? Now pull the skin downwards and squeeze the head
gently with your other hand. Excellent! Look, girls, that opens the
little slit at the end so that you can see inside a little way. Move
forward a bit, John, so that the others at the back can see."
With the teacher's naked body pressed tightly behind him, the
youth edged forward and presented his erection proudly to the girls
at the back of the room. He looked at their flushed young faces and
saw how their eyes were fixed on the stiff column jutting out towards
them. The ache in his testicles was becoming more and more pronounced
now, so he cupped his balls to give himself some relief, pressing the
tips of his fingers hard into the tense flesh behind them.
"Can you please describe for us what sensations you are
feeling right now?" Miss James asked the young man. "I'm sure the
class would find it very interesting to know what a man feels as he
prepares himself for intercourse."
John gulped. Although his role was that of tutor to these
young ladies, he found it difficult to put into words the sexual
hunger he now felt. "Well, I've got a lovely, tight feeling in my
balls, and my cock feels as if it's going to explode," he said
haltingly. "It's hard to explain. I just feel I want to put it in
something tight and wet, something that will suck it and rub it."
"Thank you, John," Miss James replied. "Samantha, would you
like to comfort John by letting him put it in your mouth?"
The pretty teenager on the second row blushed charmingly and nodded
her blonde head, conscious that her eleven classmates were consumed
with envy that she had been selected to receive the man in her mouth.
John moved to stand in front of her, while the teacher
reached round and held his penis near its base so that it was
presented invitingly to Samantha's waiting mouth. Moistening her
lips, the beautiful child moved her face close to the trembling organ
and opened her mouth expectantly. Her eyes searched his, her whole
body anxious to please him but uncertain what she should do next. In
answer to her unspoken question, John moved his hips forward and
inserted the first few inches of his shaft into the wetness of her
mouth, sighing with pleasure when he felt her lips close around it.
"Well done, Samantha," said Miss James, looking over John's
shoulder and watching her young pupil as she warmed to the task of
sucking the young man's penis. "Yes, take him deeply inside your
mouth. Now slide your tongue against the frenum - that's the
sensitive area underneath that I showed you a moment ago." Another
moan of pleasure from the youth told the class that Samantha's
slippery tongue had found its target.
The other teenagers had now clustered round so that they
could watch their friend. One or two of the bolder girls smiled
encouragingly at John as he began a slow, relaxed backwards and
forwards motion with his hips. He smiled back at them, looking each
one in the eye, confident that his muscular, naked body - not to
mention his penis in Samantha's mouth - presented an appealing
picture to them.
With each thrust he pushed himself deeper and deeper into the
young girl, luxuriating in the delicious sensation of her tongue
sliding wetly against the organ's underside. He could feel, too, the
smooth nakedness of Miss James standing behind him with the soft
mounds of her breasts pressed against his back and the silky patch of
hair at the base of her belly tickling his buttocks. Her hands were
holding his hips, guiding their motion, directing his rhythm as he
rocked to and fro in Samantha's mouth..
"Yes, slide it in and out, darling," the teacher whispered in
his ear, coaxing him quietly in a voice so low that he was sure the
girls couldn't hear what she was saying. "Doesn't that feel nice,
having Samantha suck your cock? Look how wet she's making it. Give
the girls a nice show, John. Let them watch it go in and out." The
explicit commentary continued softly in his ear, adding an extra
layer of sexual tension to the delicious physical sensation the
girl's mouth was bestowing on his penis.
Miss James felt herself becoming more and more excited by the
imminent prospect of having this powerful young man put his penis
inside her. She found his body intensely beautiful - muscular without
being muscle-bound, and deeply tanned and lithe. She kissed his
shoulder tenderly, breathing in the musky, masculine scent his body
gave off. Her chin rested on John's shoulder and she looked down the
front of his body to watch Samantha on her knees, sucking him
hungrily. The backwards and forwards motion of his tightly clenched
buttocks against her belly was highly pleasurable and she thrust
herself against him in a fierce contrapuntal rhythm.
It was not long before the young man's movements became even
more pronounced and determined. He had grasped the pretty teenager's
hair with both hands and was sliding himself in and out of her lips
with an intensity that suggested he might soon fill her mouth with
his seed. His breathing, too, had become ragged, confirming his
mounting desire for a climax.
"John, I think we should stop there and have a short rest,"
the teacher said softly in John's ear, her breath warm on his
neck. "We don't want you to squirt in Samantha's mouth, do we?"
To John that seemed an eminently desirable outcome but the
teacher was not to be gainsaid. She pulled gently on the young man's
hips so that his penis reluctantly disengaged itself from the girl's
mouth and slapped wetly against his belly. "Let's go up to my desk
and continue the lesson there," she whispered.
Miss James turned and, taking John's penis in her hand, she
led the way to the large desk which was situated on a raised dais at
the front of the classroom. John walked behind her, admiring the way
the firm white globes of her buttocks swayed as she walked, and
enchanted by the lacy suspender belt which decorated her waist. When
she reached the desk she released his penis and turned and placed her
pert bottom on the desk's edge, opening her legs slightly. Her hands
were placed on the desk's flat surface, supporting her weight as she
leaned back and smiled invitingly at him.
To the young man she looked incredibly beautiful. The shiny
dark hair, gathered into a chignon at the nape of her neck, and the
spectacles she still wore, gave her a look of elegance and poise, and
this was accentuated by the rope of pearls at her throat and the high-
heeled shoes which graced her small feet. He was delighted to see how
large her breasts were, now they were exposed. Covered by her blouse,
they had seemed modestly sized, small even; but naked they were ripe
and full. The nipples protruded stiffly, providing a visible clue, if
any were needed, to her high state of arousal. Across the rounded
curve of her stomach, the black lace of her suspender belt was
stretched tight, providing a frilly garnishing for the female secrets
which her wanton, legs-apart position now revealed to him. The glossy
curls at the base of her belly had been trimmed into a neat, narrow
triangle which served to direct the eye downwards to the feminine
folds between her thighs.
Miss James wriggled her bottom on the edge of the desk to
make herself more comfortable and then opened her legs still wider.
The polished wooden surface felt deliciously cool against her flesh.
The girls, who had now moved to stand in a tight circle around the
lovers, could see that her inner sex lips were engorged and had
become even more moist. The hair which adorned her pubic mound caught
the light from the bulb which hung over the desk, imparting a glossy
sheen to her triangle.
"Girls, look how my vagina has wet itself," Miss James said,
sitting forward for a moment and slipping a finger between the
lips. "As I told you earlier, that's the way a woman's body prepares
itself for the man's entry. Because the entrance is slippery, the
penis can slide inside easily and comfortably. And girls, don't ever
feel embarrassed about the wetness. Men love to see it, don't they,
John?"
The youth had moved to stand between the teacher's widespread
thighs and looked down at the glistening pleasure playground which
was opened to him. He nodded thoughtfully. "Yes, we love to see it,
Miss James" he repeated, stroking the smooth inside of his partner's
thigh, just where her stocking-top ended. The back of his hand
brushed lightly against the curly hairs between her legs, a sensation
which set Miss James's nerve ends tingling.
While he continued to stroke and explore the sensitive area
between her legs, John took his penis in his other hand and pleasured
it gently for a few moments, savouring the erotic charge which
masturbating in front of a roomful of girls gave him. He ached to
insert himself into the feminine beauty that was being offered to him
but sensed that his partner wanted to delay for an instant. Miss
James leant back on her elbows again and smiled up at him gratefully.
She had always loved this moment, the delicious feeling of
anticipation as the man and the woman readied themselves for the
ultimate act of penetration. Too often, she reflected, lovers allowed
their desire for each other to rush them into conjoining their sexual
parts.
"Girls, never let your man be in too much of a hurry to put
his penis into you," she advised her young charges. "Enjoy looking at
him and let him enjoy looking at you. Never rush it. Tantalise one
another; you'll enjoy the physical contact much more if you wait.
Study your lover's penis. Imagine how it's going to feel as it slides
in, opening you up, stretching you, filling you. See it shake and
quiver with desire. Hold yourself open for him, like this, and let
him to see your wetness. Show him your clitoris. Then, when you're
both ready, but only then, allow him to touch you gently with the tip
of his penis." She nodded to the waiting youth. "John, show them what
I mean, please."
The young man inched forward to do her bidding. The teacher
parted the pouting outer lips of her womanhood for him while he took
his shaft in his hand and manoeuvred the massive organ so that its
tip nuzzled against the clitoris that protruded like a hard little
acorn from its sheath of flesh. A hiss of breath from between Miss
James's teeth told the watching girls that the pleasure nerves
concentrated in that sweet little organ were responding with delight
at the man's touch.
John stroked the head of his penis up and down between the
swollen pink lips, coating it with the honeyed wetness that was
seeping from Miss James's opening.
"Oh, John, that's heavenly," she sighed, a happy smile lighting up
her face. "Girls, this is the most beautiful sensation you can
possibly imagine. The whole area between my legs feels deliciously
heavy and there's a lovely ache in my vagina. And my breasts are
aching, too, but in a nice way. Suck them, please, John," she
commanded.
Glad to comply, the youth bent forward and gathered the two
warm melons in his hands, fondling them and then sucking each nipple
in turn deep into his mouth. When he released them, slick and
gleaming with his saliva, they stood engorged and proud, pointing
boldly up at him. He took them between his fingers, pulling on them
softly and turning them gently from side to side. Another low moan of
pleasure escaped the woman's lips and her eyes closed as she gave
herself over to the sensations that flooded through her breasts and
mingled with the incredible tension that had been created by the
insistent rubbing of the youth's penis against her clitoris.
The watching pupils could see that their teacher, whose calm
and reserved manner was something of a legend in the school, was now
in the grip of powerful emotions that had taken control of her body
and made her a slave to the fierce sensation between her legs.
"Put it in me now," she begged the youth. "I can't wait any
longer. Fill me up with your beautiful cock."
"With pleasure," John replied dutifully, a sly smile hovering
on his lips as he revelled in the power he now had over this prim and
proper schoolteacher, who in the past had tended to treat him with a
superior disdain. Now she was his to use in any way he wanted. Her
nude body lay exposed and open, inviting him to take his pleasure on
it and in it.
The girls crowded round, anxious not to miss the sight of the
man's penis entering their teacher. While she lay back on the surface
of the desk, her eyes fixed on the handsome face of her lover, John
pushed forward almost imperceptibly, savouring the sensation of
warmth and wetness as the first inch was gradually received by the
waiting vagina. His eyes, too, feasted on the beautiful, lightly
tanned body that lay beneath him. How wonderful it would be just to
let go now and squirt his seed all over the silky skin of her breasts
and belly, he thought. What a charming contrast the white droplets of
his sperm would make against the black satin of the suspender belt
stretched tightly across her slim belly.
But no, all that was for later. The task in hand was to show
these young girls the act of penetration. And he was determined to
give them a show they would remember for the rest of their lives..
"Come closer, girls," he murmured, his voice thick in his
throat. "Watch me fuck her." The girls obediently pressed around the
couple, three of them kneeling down so that they could get an even
better view of their teacher's open thighs and the stiff male organ
that was standing between them.
When he was satisfied that his pupils all had a clear view,
John carefully eased the next three or four inches of his penis into
the woman. He then began a very slow backwards and forwards motion,
drawing the organ in and out of her wet channel. The taut muscles of
his buttocks clenched and relaxed with every thrust. One of the young
onlookers was so overcome with their beauty that she could not stop
herself from stroking the taut cheeks. The soft young hands caressing
his bottom felt very good, and John looked over his shoulder and gave
a smile of encouragement to the teenager, letting her know that she
should continue. Emboldened, her hand slipped between his legs and
cradled the hairy sac which hung there.
John now withdrew his penis and showed it proudly to the
class, turning first to the left and then to the right so that all
twelve pupils had a view of it. "See how wet she's made it ," he
said. "It slides in so smoothly when it's as wet as this." And to
prove the point, he positioned the bulbous tip at the lady's waiting
entrance and inserted himself rapidly and deeply inside her. The
woman moaned in pleasure and gratitude as he did so. He filled her so
completely, so perfectly, that she couldn't imagine how any sensation
could possibly be as delicious as the one she now felt.
The youth withdrew his penis once more, enjoying the feel of
the cool air on its length but enjoying still more the admiring
stares it drew from the watching girls. Slipping his hand round its
girth, he masturbated himself for a few short moments, then
reinserted the swollen stem deep into Miss James's beautiful body.
The teacher raised herself from the desk on bent elbows and
looked up at the youth as he busied himself at his work, a look of
profound concentration on his face. His hands came up and grasped the
smooth skin of her hips, holding them and adjusting the angle of her
lower body so that his penis rubbed against her hard little nodule
with every inward thrust. The pleasure the woman felt in her vulva
was intensified by the thought that her pupils were watching and that
very soon they would see her reach her climax.
The hard, muscular body of the man standing between her legs
continued to thrust powerfully into her, each movement stimulating
her wet girl-flesh almost beyond endurance. Soon she could bear the
pleasure no longer and allowed her crisis to overtake her, feeling a
delicious sensation centre itself on her swollen genitals but then
flood through her entire body.
Her young audience was taken aback by the loud moans which
came from Miss James's lips as the fierce orgasm ravaged her body.
Was this how it was to be fucked by a man, they asked themselves.
Could the pleasure of having a penis in your vagina really be so
intense? The flushed face and glazed eyes of their teacher, and the
tiny droplets of perspiration on her upper lip and brow, suggested
that it was.
Nor was the young man between her legs unaffected by the
ferocity of Miss James's climax. Her vagina had instigated a series
of convulsive contractions which massaged his organ as if trying to
suck his seed from him. The ache in his testicles had now become
almost unbearable and he knew that it would not be long before the
dam burst.
"I'm nearly ready to come," John announced, his voice
sounding surprisingly controlled despite the pressure that was
building up inside him. "Do you want me to come outside you?" he
asked as his hips continued to pump powerfully backwards and forwards.
"Yes, darling," replied the teacher, whose composure had
slowly begun to return after the ecstasy which had engulfed her only
a few moments earlier. "I want the girls to see you do it. Pull it
out when you are ready and then hold it as still as you can while you
are spurting. I want them to be able to see everything as clearly as
possible. Can you manage that?"
"I'll try," the youth nodded, his jaw set in grim
determination. He wanted to give the girls a good show but he knew
that once his climax started he would have precious little control
over either his penis or his hand.
A few more thrusts in the woman's wetness were all that were
needed to bring him to the point of no return. He quickly withdrew
the aching phallus from Miss James's vagina and stood holding it,
waiting for his climax to begin.
"Watch him girls," the teacher instructed, raising herself on
her elbows so that she too could enjoy the coming spectacle. "Keep
your eyes on that little eye at the end of his penis. When he comes,
you'll see that the sperm shoots out in regular pulses, not in a
steady stream. Each pulses coincides with one of his orgasmic surges.
Let's see how far you can squirt it, John. Are you ready to do it for
us now?"
"Yessssss!" groaned the youth, his eyes moving imploringly
round the circle of girls which surrounded him, as if to beg their
forgiveness for the pride he would take in his ejaculatory
display. "I'm coming now, girls. Look!"
With that, a massive contraction behind his balls impelled
the first surge of liquid up the length of his shaft and out of the
slit at its tip. Milky white, it squirted high in the air, describing
a perfect parabola before splashing wetly onto the teacher's breasts.
The second jet, which was even more powerful than the first, landed
on Miss James's expectant face, decorating the lenses of her
spectacles. The schoolgirls gasped when they saw her open her mouth
and expertly catch the next two equally powerful jets on her tongue
and lips.
"A man's love liquid tastes wonderful," she said, swallowing
greedily. "Warm and wheaty. Quickly, Charlotte, would you like to try
it?"
The young girl, who had positioned herself nearer to the
spurting organ than any of her classmates, leant forward and allowed
John to direct his ejaculation so that she too received several jets
in her open mouth. The youth looked down tenderly at her, smiling as
the white fluid pulsed onto her tongue.
"Swallow it, Charlotte," he breathed, working his hand up and
down his shaft in order to expel still more love liquid for her to
drink.
The teenager's eyes met John's and returned his gaze
adoringly. She swallowed the warm, salty fluid gratefully and then
closed her mouth round the end of his erection, sucking it hard to
drain it of the last remaining drops of its precious white cargo.
Then, lifting her head from the still rigid phallus, she looked up
and smiled sweetly at the man who had delivered his delicious essence
into her mouth and then at the teacher who had unselfishly given her
this privilege.
"Well, girls, I hope this morning's lesson has been
instructive for you," Miss James said, addressing the class with a
knowing smile on her face. "Now, who's got a tissue to clean my
glasses with?" she enquired with a chuckle.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: If you enjoyed this story (or even if you didn't!) I'd
love to hear from you. Send me a message at mountebank@hotmail.com
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