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I didn't write this story, I'm posting it here on behalf of the author,
Mountebank <mountebank@hotmail.com>. 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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