16 comments/ 251032 views/ 56 favorites The Lessons Ch. 01 By: Charles Petersunn This is Chapter One of The Lessons. Readers who find this chapter enjoyable are obviously encouraged to read the subsequent chapters. In any case, please do provide feedback. There are obvious sequels to this initial series. I have made outlines for some of them. I will be very happy to write them, but there won't be much point if there is inadequate interest. I would also like to hear your suggestions for how to improve the series. Finally, please do vote; especially if you like it! I must admit that getting good votes can be the best form of encouragement (I didn't realize how long it would take to do this, particularly when it came to the copyediting). But, even if you don't, I do hope you enjoy it! * * * * * * * Mr. Peters was not particularly happy to transfer to another college. He had been teaching in the Abberville Community College for 14 years and was quite content with the commuting and benefits. Plus, the students at Abberville had been highly motivated and were reasonably bright. Transferring to the parochial Templeton Community College represented a significant drop in quality and prestige. Nevertheless, the salary offer was difficult to refuse, particularly at this stage of his life. His wife had divorced him a few years ago and he was still having difficulty getting out from under the alimony. He also understood that Templeton College had a significant disciplinary problem. Many of the students were from the wealthier families of the community and were used to getting their way. Most were not particularly motivated to learn or to study. It was perhaps Mr. Peter's duty to try to improve the standards and reputation of the school. Mr. Peters was known as a tough disciplinarian; for demanding and receiving the best from his students. His methods of discipline were not well received from his wife (at least when he tried to apply them to her) but he had been very well regarded at Abberville. The college board spoke well of his uniquely successful form of discipline. Some faculty were at first concerned about and even opposed to his techniques, but after seeing the immediate and sustained successes he achieved, as well as the praise and gratitude he received from many of the students upon their graduation, they relented. Mr. Peters in fact had won Outstanding Teacher three times over the course of his career at Abberville, although his wife did eventually lehim. Miss Harding, a professor at Templeton, worked hard to recruit Mr. Peters. She taught Human Biology, and had herself grown increasingly frustrated with the generally spoiled and recalcitrant students that attended their small, private, parochial college. She visited Abberville on numerous occasions to learn of Mr. Peters techniques, but eventually admitted that she did not have the courage to attempt to implement them at Templeton. She therefore thought, 'Why try to mimic the master when you can perhaps have the master?' and she then proceeded to try to entice Mr. Peters to come to Templeton. Mr. Peters eventually acceded to the continued entreaties of Miss Harding. Not only did he receive a significant boost in salary at Templeton, he also had the reassurance that his methods would not be questioned or reviewed, as long as he stayed within the bounds of appropriate propriety and the ethical code of the college. Upon his arrival he was struck with the student uniforms. Abberville had no dress code. Students simply wore what was popular or of personal interest. At Templeton, all of the students had to wear a traditional school uniform. The girls wore white blouses with black ties, plaid skirts that had to go beyond the knee, white socks, black shoes, and, of course, white panties and bras. The boys wore white shirts, black slacks, and black shoes. None of the girls were allowed to wear perfume, or excessive jewelry or substantial make-up. And certainly none of the young ladies could have tattoos! The latter was relatively more difficult to enforce. However, the students knew that the school nurse might at times be able to see under their clothes, and it was not beyond the matrons of the school to occasionally require a full inspection. The strict dress code seemed rather ironic, given the lax standards in education. It was said, however, that Templeton made up for weak substance by excellent appearance. Templeton provided an appearance of discipline rather than a reality. And, they seemed to get away with it. The boys and girls rarely violated dress or appearance codes. Mr. Peters was assigned geography and advanced mathematics for senior students. It soon became evident that he had his work cut out for him. These students had been attending Templeton for two to three years and it was evident that they knew what they could get away with. They did not seem at all interested in their studies, there was constant chatter and giggling in classes, they rarely gave the correct answers, and, even worse, they didn't seem to care. In fact, they often just laughed when a student clearly gave the wrong answer, as if it was all just merry fun. Mr. Peters recognized that he would have to act boldly if he was to have any positive effect on their behavior in the limited amount of time they had left. He decided to take action in Advanced Mathematics. He had asked the students if anyone knew how to identify the unknown vector within a calculus equation. Sara Kirstin was the first to respond, which was perhaps quite fitting. Sara was one of the more difficult of the students. Sara was a very pretty girl, with long straight brown hair and quite attractive eyes. She reminded Mr. Peters quite a bit of Kristin Davis, with her wide eyes, sweet smile, and naturally good looks. Sara's breasts were not particularly large but they were perky and Sara was quite pleased with them. She really needed very little make-up. She was a bit shorter than Kristin Davis, being about 5'4". Mr. Peters imagined her as a sort-of younger version of Kristin Davis. Sara conveyed a sense of innocent beauty, but, like the character Charlotte in Sex and the City that Kristin Davis portrayed, she was also the proper daughter of a wealthy family. She was probably a bright girl but didn't seem to have the motivation to apply her intelligence to studying. She did love to show off her good lucks, particularly when it frustrated the boys. She would often twirl her skirt to give them a fleeting peek at her white panties. She might even bend over full from the waist to pick up a "mistakenly" dropped pen or eraser. All of the girls knew that this could give a good show to any fortunate boy who happened to be standing behind her, and so the proper method at Templeton was to bend the knees and squat. But, giving a brief show was precisely the intention of Sara. She knew her displays drove the boys up the wall and she loved it. Each brief glimpse seemed to increase her popularity. Letting them have a quick peek was a small price to pay for their lasting attention and interest. She never, of course, went beyond these innocent displays. This was a parochial school. Although the academic standards were weak, the behavioral standards were quite strict. No undue make-up, no perfume, and certainly no improper behavior among the students. The parents of the students were very grateful for this, and it was perhaps this special attention to the extracurricular life of the students that pleased them most. They knew what went on at the more liberal colleges. They sent their sons and daughters to Templeton so that they would remain good boys and girls. Misbehavior was confined largely to the classroom, and Sara had one of the biggest reputations for not taking her classes seriously and for making a joke of assignments. She was not interested in pursuing any particular career. Her goal in life just seemed to be to find a man who would take care of her. "I know Mr. Peters! Call on me!" She feigned an enthusiasm, grinning broadly and waving her hand. Mr. Peters could not help but think that it was a youthful Kristin Davis trying to show off to the other students. Other girls soon raised their hands as well, but Mr. Peters felt that he would take the bait and call on Sara, as he knew that she was in fact taking the bait herself. "Alright Sara. What is the unknown variable." She smiled sweetly and demurely, pretending to be the good little girl. "I don't know Mr. Peters but I bet one of the boys will help me" and then gave him an innocent, proud smile. All of the girls and boys laughed. It wasn't a particularly funny joke. In fact, it was kind of stupid, but they were laughing with her for her mockery of the question. "Miss Kirstin, I know you think that is funny, but I have decided that I can no longer tolerate this sort of behavior. I was asked to join the faculty of this college to instill some discipline and decorum, and it is this behavior that you have displayed that is precisely what I have been asked to correct." Sara just grinned in response: "What are you going to do Mr. Peters? Spank me?" All of the students howled in laughter at that! For one of the girls to even say such a thing was a bit outrageous. It had certainly not gone unnoticed by them that their new teacher was a man, and a good looking one at that. Many of the girls gawked and giggled when they saw him walking the halls, and certainly many had traded fantasies and stories about what they might do with him if they had the chance. They all wondered if he in fact had a girlfriend. They wouldn't actually do anything if they had the chance. There were all too young for that. They were above the legal age for sex but for these young women of Templeton, spanking was perhaps about as close to sex as they would go. Only a few of them (Nancy, for example) felt they were ready for that sort of thing. So, for Sara to just boldly refer to being spanked by Mr. Peters was making public what a lot of girls were thinking. It wasn't being spanked that was on their minds with him, but spanking did at least involve contact with one's bottom. "In fact, Sara, yes, that is precisely what I am going to do. Please come up to the front of the class." Sara's jaw dropped in horror! She couldn't believe what she just heard. He couldn't be serious. Her father would occasionally spank her but this was in the privacy of their home. Certainly he wasn't thinking of spanking her in front of the whole class. Not with boys in the room! Her mind raced in fright and fear, but quickly she regained composure. Of course he wasn't serious. He was just bluffing. He was a new teacher and he figured he could scare them into submission. There was no way any teacher at Templeton would spank a student, and certainly not with all these witnesses. Sara then smiled at Mr. Peters and walked to the front of the room. She even wiggled her bottom a little bit just to taunt him with the focus of his threat and to let him know that she wasn't the least bit scared. "Whatever you want Mr. Peters." The other students though were not so sure. Everyone had heard that Mr. Peters was a disciplinarian. There was a lot of whispering and wonderment as they saw Sara saunter to the front of the class. "Sara, over here, in front of my desk." Mr. Peters directed her to move in front of the desk that faced the class. He then stood beside her, his arms folded in a stern, authoritarian manner. He seemed to be at least two feet taller than her. Sara again gave me Mr. Peters a sweet, innocent grin. She in fact was kind of liking this. It was a nice fantasy, thinking that Mr. Peters was going to spank her little bottom. She kind of liked the thought of it. He was awfully good looking, and she knew her bottom was pretty. It was a cute button bottom, very pert and round. Maybe still a little baby fat, but not much. "Okey dokey Mr. Peters," she said sweetly. She even giggled a bit as she approached the head of the class. She stood politely in front of him, clasping her hands behind her back, smiling sweetly as she waved her young breasts back and forth at him. She knew he wouldn't really spank her. He was probably just going to give her a warning, and she decided to take advantage of being in front of the class by displaying her young attractive figure to its full advantage. Maybe it would convince him to go soft on her. "Alright Miss Kirstin, now turn your back to the students and bend over my desk." Sara then panicked again. This is certainly more than she had thought would happen. She wasn't actually going to have to bend over in front of the other students? Her bottom would be sticking out and everything! "Mr. Peters, are you sure?" She now had one hand on her mouth, a look of confusion on her face. "Yes, I'm afraid I need to make an example of you. You are one of the more naughty students in this class and in order to get some respect from the rest of the students I need them to see what will happen if they misbehave." Sara then began to blush as she turned to face the blackboard and desk. She bent over the desk, as she was told. She still hoped that he wouldn't really do it. "Grab the front of the desk with your hands. Place your elbows on the desk." She did as she was told, knowing full well now that her skirt had risen up to well above her knees, and her bottom was now nicely outlined by her skirt, draped over the two hills of her upturned cheeks. "Sara, I'm going to give you five spanks on your bottom. After each spank you must say the number of the spank, and then, 'thank you for teaching me a lesson.' Do you understand?" "Yes sir", she said meekly. SMACK! "Ouh! Mr. Peters!" Many of the students gasped in shock. "Sara? What do you say?" "But Mr. Peters, that was so hard." Sara now knew that she gotten herself into something that she could not get out of, and this was not going to go well for her. Best to just go along and get this embarrassment over as soon as possible. "Alright, One, and thank you for teaching me a lesson." "That's better Sara, that's being a good girl." SMACK! "Two, and thank you for teaching me a lesson." SMACK! "Three, and thank you sir for teaching me a lesson." Her bottom was now stinging a bit and she couldn't help wiggling it. She hoped that the skirt was at least still covering her panties and the boys were not getting a free look. She was known for giving them an occasional peak but she had always been in full control. Now she was poking her bottom out at them, and even wiggling it provocatively as she was being treated like a little girl. Mr. Peters liked that the she had added "sir" to her forced expression of appreciation for being spanked. It indicated that she was beginning to truly learn her lesson and to show him more respect. SMACK! "Four, and thank you sir for teaching me a lesson." Sara was now adjusting to the punishment. In fact, it didn't even really seem that bad. It was still embarrassing to have all of the students watch, and especially embarrassing to be bent over in front of everyone, but at least it was through the clothes and nobody could really see anything. 'I bet though that Billy and Teddy are getting a big kick out of this,' she thought. Billy and Teddy were too geeky boys who always liked to tease her. She will have to get even with them when this was done. SMACK! "Ouch!" Her mind had drifted off and she wasn't really anticipating the last one. It hurt much more than the others, but at least it was now done. She stood up. "Where are you going Sara?" Mr Peters asked. "Aren't we finished, Mr. Peters? That was five. I counted each one." "Actually Sara, you didn't count the last one, and I never did say that this would be the full extent of the punishment. I do believe that we need to step this up a notch, not only because you failed to count the last one but also because I don't believe that this was really a sufficiently severe punishment. I'm not even sure that these even stung." "Oh no, Mr. Peters, they sting terribly much. My bottom really hurts," Sara pleaded. She dramatically clutched her buns with her hands to emphasize the point, causing her young breasts to again jut out through her blouse. Her effort to convince him, however, was not successful. "No, my dear, I do believe that you are again failing to be honest with me and so I do feel it is best to move to the next level." Mr. Peters then turned her back again to the class and gently pushed her back down onto the desk. She was looking at him with a confused, pleading expression. Mr. Peters proceeded to lift up Sara's skirt to reveal her white cotton panties. Sara gasped in shock, as did most of the other girls in class. They couldn't believe what they were seeing. The boys were equally shocked, but it was not with embarrassment. They couldn't believe their luck! Mr. Peters was going to show the whole class Sara's underpants! "Mr. Peters! No, please, don't lift up my skirt! Don't let everybody see my undies! Oh my goodness!" "Sara, I am sorry that I have to do this, but it is really for your own good. I do believe that bending over in front of all your classmates was somewhat embarrassing but I don't believe that it was sufficient. You need to learn a lesson that you will not ever want to experience again." Mr. Peters tucked the skirt up into her waistline so that it would it would not fall back down over her panties. Sara was now bent over in front of the whole class, showing off her white undies for everyone to see. And, it was quite a nice sight, especially for the boys. Sara did have a very cute bottom, nicely rounded, and well outlined by the tight white panties. Sara was mortified. She couldn't believe this was happening to her. "Sara, you should not feel embarrassed. I am sure that the boys have seen your panties before." Of course, this wasn't really true, at least they did not see them like this, but Mr. Peters wanted to convey the impression that what he was doing was appropriate. "I don't believe that these are regulation panties." Mr. Peters bent over to get a closer look, and indeed he was correct. There was lace running along the edges, and regulation panties had to be entirely simple and plain. Mr. Peters tucked his fingers under the edges to get a closer look, thereby being able to caress Sara's white bottom in the process. A few inappropriate thoughts crossed his mind. Sara let go of the front of the desk and covered her face with her hands. She was so embarrassed. This was just awful! Mr. Peters now had his fingers under her intimate things, and in front of the whole class. "Sara, grab the front edge of the desk right now, or it will just get worse. It is already getting worse with this clear violation of the dress code. Lace is not allowed on the panties. You must know this, this being the senior class. There is no excuse for this. Why indeed would you wear lace undies anyway? What is your excuse?" Sara didn't know what to say. It was bad enough that she had to show everyone her pantied bottom but he even wanted her to talk about her underthings in front of everyone. She did feel that there was honestly a good reason for wearing them. She liked to have lace on her panties because it made her feel more pretty and feminine, and she didn't mind if the occasional burst of wind gave the boys a quick, innocent peak. She liked to flirt with the boys, and she knew that they liked to look at feminine panties. But, she couldn't tell Mr. Peters this! "I just think that they looked pretty sir. I didn't mean any harm by it. Please let me pull my dress down, please Mr. Peters." Her cute little round bottom, dressed in white cotton, laced undies was an adorable sight, particularly with her sticking her derriere out to the class, as if she was trying to show off her posterior to all of the boys in the class, and they were thrilled. The girls squirmed in their seats. The Lessons Ch. 01 "No, I'm afraid we are past that now, Sara. Once again, I will give you five smacks and you must count off each one. This time though, you must say, 'I'm sorry about my pretty white panties.'" This last command did appear to be a bit over-the-top, but Mr. Peters felt that it would be a good extra touch. He could tell that Sara did not want to discuss her underwear in front of the boys, and so having to refer to them as "pretty white panties" would add to the humiliation. SMACK! "One, and I'm sorry about my pretty white panties." Sara felt like crying with shame but she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction. This was bad enough as it was, she wasn't about to reveal how embarrassed and ashamed she felt. At least she wasn't wearing her pink bunny panties! Gosh, how awful that would have been. Sara would at times wear panties that were like those her mother used to buy for her when she was just a little girl. They were pink with lots of little bunnies, kittens, or teddy bears on them. She always thought they were the cutest things. When she was little, she loved to show them off to the family, but her mother finally put a stop to that when her older brothers seemed to take too much interest in them. She would occasionally buy similar panties today because it made her feel like she was again the pretty little girl that was the apple of everybody's eye. She was 19 years old but her hips and bottom were still small enough to fit into a girl's size and so it wasn't difficult to find a good selection. She was careful though not to show any boys at the college these special panties, as she knew that they would probably make fun of her. She would only twirl or bend over for them when she was wearing her white undies. She really was very lucky not to have worn the bunny panties today. Mr. Peters would have had a fit, and she would have been oh so very embarrassed. A couple of the boys though could not restrain from laughing. Most of them were on the edges of their seats. At least a few of them were feeling the beginnings of an erection and were trying to quietly and safely hide any signs. Teddy even opened a book and put it on his lap, pretending to look at the book as he stole glances at Sara getting spanked, secretly playing with his expanding erection. "Boys, I will not have any laughter. This is a serious moment. Sara is receiving a punishment that any one of you could be receiving. In a sense, she is doing this all for you." The boys couldn't agree more. She certainly was doing something for all of them, and they couldn't be happier. What a treat. She looked so cute bent over the table, wiggling and shaking her pantied bottom at them with each smack of Mr. Peters' hand. The fact that she didn't like doing it seemed to make it all the more fun to watch SMACK! "Two, and I'm sorry about my pretty white panties." Uh oh, Sara now had a bad thought. This was horribly embarrassing, but she had to admit that it was a bit titillating. She did enjoy flirting with boys, letting them have quick peeks at her panties. This was the very reason for the lace. Being bent over like this was far more than what she would ever be willing to do on her own, but she couldn't deny that there was a part of her that liked the attention. Obviously, if there was any way that she could stop this she would, but still she couldn't deny that there was a small part of her that was getting some pleasure. In fact, she wondered if she was in fact getting a bit wet between her legs, and that was what worried her. She could feel some moisture down there, but thank goodness that her panties were loose enough in the crotch to avoid any signs of it showing. Smack! "Three, and I'm very sorry about my pretty white panties." "You know Sara, I am sorry too. I don't believe that I am still getting the full effect of my spanking." Mr. Peters then pulled up on the waistband of the panties such that the material tucked in between her bottom cheeks. This exposed much more of her bare skin to his spanking, as well as to the students. One could in fact now see the effects of the prior spanking. Sara's cheeks, mostly the right one that had gotten the brunt of Mr. Peters' attention, were a nice apple red. The pink contrasted well with the pure whiteness of her jiggling cheeks that had not yet been spanked. The tucking of her panties into her bottom crack also had the effect of tightening them at the crotch. The soft, round bulge of her young vagina was now clearly outlined. Mr. Peters recalled the expression of "camel toe," and certainly now saw how apt the expression. Miss Kirstin's cunt lips were clearly outlined. He had difficulty resisting the temptation to softly stroke the lips to see if he could get a bit of moisture to appear. However, this would clearly be inappropriate and would certainly turn the punishment into just a personal sex game. Sara, on the other hand, was unaware of how much was being revealed. She could feel how tight the fabric hugged her young cunny, but it was possible that the boys still could not see anything. Her legs were close together, and perhaps there was enough fabric that you really couldn't make anything out. She was at least glad that she shaved down there. It would be especially bad if any curly hairs appeared. She did not like having hair down there, it seemed to make her cunny look like an old beard or something. She didn't like hair under her arm or on her legs, why should she want any hair there? This was the most feminine part of her body, and it should then stay that way. She preferred how it looked before the hair began to grow. So, she had been shaving her cunny ever since, and she liked the effect. It looked to her to still be the cute, innocent lips that she had as a little girl. It was a nice soft mound with just one simple slit down the middle. She wasn't sure if boys would prefer it this way, but she wasn't intending to show boys her cunny for some time anyway. In any case, she was so glad now that she had shaved, so at least nobody could see any ugly hairs sticking out of the panties. But, too bad for her, the boys could indeed see the outline of her cunt lips through the panties, and they were delighted with the show. In fact, it did seem to the few students in the front row of the class that there was a bit of moisture in between her legs. There was at least some sort of darker area. They weren't sure if was wetness or what. Penny could see it, but she thought that it was probably just some sweat or urine from the spanking. SMACK! "Ouch! Mr. Peters, that stings now!" Sara wiggled her bottom with the sting, not appreciating that this had the effect of showing more of her cunny to the class, as well as appearing to provide a lascivious flirtation. The wiggling was not much different than you would see from a girl who wanted you to get excited. If she only knew what she was doing, but she just kept doing it, pouting and complaining that her poor bottom stung so bad while she wiggled and waggled her largely bare tush at the boys in the class. Indeed, Mr. Peters could himself now feel the sting on his own hand. It was definitely more effective on bare skin. Perhaps she was now in fact learning her lesson. He could also now see the wiggle of her cheeks when they were slapped with his hand. It was like smacking a very tight bowl of jello. She did have a very cute little jello butt. This was definitely becoming pleasurable to him. He began to feel a stirring in his own pants, and he wasn't too sure that he would be able to hide it from the students. He enjoyed the direct contact with her lovely bare bottom. He had enjoyed adjusting her panties in part because it allowed him to touch her sweet little butt, and now he could put his whole hand on her exposed cheeks, although only for a brief moment. He also noticed a small dark spot right in the middle of her cunny, where her lips were tightly wrapped by her undies. Maybe Sara was also enjoying this? "Sara, I did not hear the count." Both of them had in fact lost themselves in the moment, although not entirely with the same feelings. "Or, Mr. Peters, you're right, I'm so sorry, please, it was four, and I am so very sorry about my pretty panties," she gasped this quickly in the hope that it was not in fact too late, but sadly it was. "I'm sorry Miss Kirstin but I did tell you the rules and you still have not gotten the point. For some reason, you just don't seem to be getting the lesson. I'm not too sure what I should do next. I would have thought that spanking you like this would be enough but apparently it isn't. I am really at a loss." The boys new darn well what should be the next step, but none felt like it would be in their place to make a suggestion and they knew, in any case, that there was no way that it really would go any further than this. This was surely plenty good enough. All of them now had developing erections, and Teddy was even taking a chance on becoming a bit too obvious in what he was doing. Anyone looking at him could tell that he didn't have his hand under the book simply to keep it warm. He was using his fingers to lightly feel and stroke his cock through his pants, keeping his wrist and arm immobile as much as he could. Just lightly tracing and rubbing his dick with a couple of fingers was plenty enough, and he didn't want to actually come right in the class. That would be quite fun, but he wasn't sure that he could then keep it hidden. He had never masturbated in his pants before and he didn't know if the cum would in fact show through. Having a big cum stain might almost be as embarrassing for him as showing offer her bottom was for Sara. Well, maybe not that bad, but still bad enough. "Yes, well, I believe these must come down." With that unexpected decision Mr. Peters quickly and briskly grabbed the waistband of her panties and pulled them down to her knees. Sara and every student in the class gasped in shock. The girls quickly looked away, and many of them were blushing profusely. They were not only embarrassed for Sara but also for themselves. They didn't feel right looking at her like this, but also felt embarrassed to realize that the boys could see just about everything now. It was almost like they could see them as well. It was an odd feeling. They knew that their own cunnies looked much different from Sara's. It was obvious in the showers after gym that everybody had a somewhat different cunny. Penny's was furrier. She had a bit of a down cover. Wendy's cunt had a couple of folds. Tina's little clit hood poked through the lips, and Tammie seemed to have a much smaller mound than anyone else. But, still, the boys could now see what one looked like and who knows what they were now imagining about them. The boys though did not feel at all embarrassed and certainly did not look away. In fact, they got quite a view. They couldn't actually see everything, and perhaps not even most of it. However, one could now see some of the lips, poking through the backs of her legs as she squeezed them together. It was like she was squeezing a pink peach with her thighs, or at least one that had been slit down the middle. It was certainly much more than most had seen before, and none of them ever thought that Sara would be showing it off to them like this. "Mr. Peters! Oh my goodness! This can't be right, what will the college board say!" She reflexively reached back and tried to hide her private parts with her hands. She wanted to stand up but Mr. Peters kept his hand firmly in the small of her back. "Never you mind Sara, I have complete authority to use whatever discipline I want. I was hired by this college to exact more discipline and respect from the students, and I was told that I would have free reign to use whatever methods I deemed appropriate. I have this authority in writing and I am not going to fail at my job. In any case, I am not showing the students anything that is not already being shown in the sex education classes. All of the girls have what you are showing, it is not news to them, and I am sure that all of the boys have seen pictures. If anything, this is educational for them. If any of them are taking this in any other way, then I will of course punish them as well for taking advantage of the situation in this manner. And, finally, your predicament is in fact the very nature of the punishment." "But Mr. Peters, this is my private area. No boy has ever seen it before and it is so very shameful to show it to them like this." She couldn't understand why he did not appreciate her predicament. Her naked rump was fully exposed to all of the students, even boys could see her fanny and perhaps even more. "Again Miss Kirstin, that is the point. I want you to remove your hands and again firmly grasp the front of the desk." Sara hesitated, sighed, and moved her hands away from her bottom. The crack of her ass and the slit of her cunt once again came fully into view, shamefully displayed for all the boys to see. She grabbed hold of the front edge of the desk. Mr. Peters stepped back a few desks to see for himself the view that the students had. It was a very cute sight. Sara's rosy bottom was now fully displayed, with her cunt lips shyly peeking out between her legs. With the panties down you could no longer see a wet spot, although it had never been that obvious in the first place. However, the pink cunt lips that were exposed did appear to be a bit shiny. They were not obviously wet, but the moisture that was there helped to attract the eye, as they seemed to in fact glisten and sparkle. Frankly, his only regret was that you could not see her anus as well. He imagined that it must be quite the little rose bud but, for the moment, he was uncertain how he could justify a more exposing posture. "Miss Kirstin, please get up on your tip toes. I have had some difficulty reaching down to smack your bum and it would help me if you lifted them up a bit." It didn't seem quite fair to actually have to hold her bottom higher, as if she wanted to be spanked, but she wasn't in a position to argue and she didn't want to have this escalate any further. She went up onto her tippy toes, poking her fanny up higher and more suggestively. "Also, move your feet much back farther from the desk and bend your knees." Sara hesitated. This seemed to be much more of a sexual posture than a punishment posture. "Rest assured, Miss Kristen, that if you keep your legs together the boys won't be able to see a thing. I will be sure that your modesty is protected ". This was, of course, not the least bit true. Even the girls could tell the effect of this posture. Sara now had her bottom sticking out, as if she wanted someone to do something with it, or to it. She seemed to be asking to be fucked rather than spanked. In addition, the posture did have the effect of parting her butt crack a bit, and the kids in the middle of the class were now offered a teasing view of her nether hole. The boys in the middle row were delighted! They had wide grins on their faces; they couldn't hide their pleasure. It was a pretty sight. A young woman's bottom is so tight and round. Even the ass hole of a young woman doesn't have the appearance of being an asshole through which disgusting and smelly things have passed. It's more like a flower, or a little winking eye that's squinting at you. Mr. Peters was beside himself. He wanted so much to stick something up the hole but there would be no excuse for that. At least no excuse that he could think of right now. He wished that he had thought this out more clearly in advance. Sara was herself unsure that this posture was in fact modest. There was clearly no way of denying at this point that there was something sexual about it. She felt like she was sticking her ass out to the class so that they could stick things in it. She just hoped that it would end as soon as possible. But, she could feel that she was now getting wetter. This added to her embarrassment but she wondered how could a girl not get wet doing this? All girls liked to show off, especially Sara, and Sara was putting on quite a display. Even better, she could deny that she found any pleasure in it whatsoever. Afterward, she would tell everyone how embarrassing it was and how much she hated it. All of that would be true. She did hate it. She was terribly embarrassed (she wondered if in fact that was where the word came from). She wanted this to be over so badly. But, she could not deny that there was a little part of her that enjoyed it. She knew that afterward most every boy in college would want to date her and that she would be one of the most popular girls. In that regard, Mr. Peters was actually doing her a favor. She was becoming popular without having to take any responsibility for it. But still, it was so shameful. Even Billy and Teddy were probably getting a good view! This she would never live down. To have these boys be able to see so much of her was just awful. 'They better not say anything about this later,' she thought. Teddy in fact had to stop playing with himself, at least for the moment. He could feel that he was getting close to cumming and that would not be good. He was also close enough to the back of the class and to the side of the room that he couldn't really see into Sara's crack without leaning way over. He was becoming too obvious. In fact, Nancy, in the next desk over might have figured out what he was up to. He was so intently staring at Sara's butt that he did not at first notice that she was looking at his crotch. But, now he could tell that she had noticed. Her eyes were wide and it was clear where she was looking. He crossed his legs, took his hand out from under the book, and looked rather shamefaced. Nancy, however, cracked a little smile, knowing that she had caught him playing with himself. Mr. Peters now resumed the punishment. "We will start again at one Miss Kirstin." This time say, 'Please don't make me show anything more.'" That was a statement she had no trouble saying, although she didn't like bringing up the topic for everyone to hear. SMACK! "Ouch! One, and please don't make me show anything more." With her bottom now fully exposed and jutting out, his spanking was indeed more painful. The skin was quite tightly stretched, the cheeks were parted, and her butt was ripe for the smacking. With the first smack, she could not help herself but to bounce around and wiggle, revealing much more of her wet cunny lips and bung hole. Even the boys in the back could now tell that there was some sort of wetness. SMACK! "Two, and please don't make me show any more." She managed this time to keep her legs together, but in doing so her panties fell down to her ankles. "Miss Kirstin, I do not want you to let your panties fall down this far. We do not want you to get fully out of your clothes. That would be indecent. You must at least keep your panties around your knees. Do you understand?" "Yes sir, I'm sorry sir." Mr. Peters then pulled the panties back up to her knees, but it was evident that the only way to keep them there was for her to spread her legs a bit, thereby exposing more of her cunny. This was just getting worse and worse! Now she wondered if it had been a good idea to have been shaving down there. If there had been some hair, then they wouldn't be able to see so much of her. She was now terribly exposed and bare, her most private area on display for the pleasure of all of the boys in her class. As Mr. Peters pulled her panties back up, he could clearly see that she was now quite wet. He wanted so much to stroke and fondle her cunny but he dared not. There was simply no rationale or compelling reason to do so, at least not one that would not obviously be for sexual pleasure. He did take his time returning her panties to her knees, and he spread her legs farther apart ostensibly so that they would keep the panties in place. As he was doing so, he enjoyed the very close view he had of her cunt and even the anus. He was now beyond hiding the fact that he had developed quite an erection and he was concerned that somebody in class could see it. However, he also knew that all of the students probably had their eyes fixed on Sara's backside. The Lessons Ch. 01 Maybe all of the boys, but not all of the girls. Tina was in the front row, middle aisle, the closest to Sara's bottom. In this sense she had the best view but it was at times blocked by Mr. Peters, blocked right where he was most concerned. Frankly, it was impossible for her not to notice his penis, as it was right in front of her and she could clearly see a bulge in his pants. She was fascinated by it. Tina was one of the more innocent girls in the class. She was not at all experienced in matters of sexuality. This wasn't because she was unattractive. She was in fact a very cute girl, with wavy brunette hair, small pursed lips, and large eyes covered by the spectacles her mother had bought for her many years ago. She reminded Mr. Peters of a young Sally Field with glasses. Tina felt that the glasses made her look "book-wormish" but her mother had reassured her that boys like cute girls in glasses. In any case, Tina had thought she noticed something sticking out in Mr. Peters' pants early on, but she wasn't sure. However, as time passed the bulge clearly grew bigger and bigger. A couple of times Mr. Peters made a passing gesture with his pants to try to move his erection before it became too evident, but that only made it more apparent to her that there was something there that he was trying to hide. Tina was delighted. She had not yet seen an actual hard-on before. To have one this close to her face, and one that belonged to the handsome Mr. Peters was a real treat. She put her hand to her mouth and giggled modestly at the sight. A real hard-on! The girls often talked about them, and some of the girls had seen them already. This was the closest so far for Tina. Mr. Peters did not seem to notice her reaction, as his attention was elsewhere, and so she just watched it grow and grow. At times he was standing right in front of her, with his pants not more than inches from her face. When he swung back to spank Sara, Tina hoped that he would perhaps slip and fall into her, maybe she could even then possibly touch it. But, she new that this was not realistic. She looked around the room to see if any of the other girls had noticed. It was hard to tell. Many of them were still keeping their heads down. Embarrassed for themselves as well as for Sara, they tried to avoid looking. Penny, sitting across the aisle from her in the front row though seemed to be looking as well. Tina caught her eye and they giggled. They knew what they were looking at, and it was funny indeed! Mr. Peters had a hard-on in class! SMACK! POOT! 'Oh no! I farted,' Sara realized. All of the tension, all of the spanking, and the odd posture. She had lost control of herself and it just came out. It wasn't loud, in fact it was just a silly little poot, but it clearly happened and there was no way of taking it back. The boys howled in laugher, and even a few of the girls giggled. It was funny, there was no way to deny that, but it was clearly not funny to Sara. "Sara! Did you do that? Did you just release your gas in front of the whole class? You have your panties down, you are sticking your butt out to the class and you just farted at them?" "Sir, I am so sorry, it wasn't on purpose. Honestly, I didn't want to do it. I didn't even know I was going to do it. It just happened. I am so dreadfully embarrassed and sorry. I won't do it again. I will control myself. Please don't mention it again." "Mention it, Sara? I can smell it. I can't ignore this." It actually wasn't a bad fart. It didn't smell that bad. It wasn't like a grown man's fart, or even a boy's fart, fed by lots of fatty, greasy food, and beer. It was just a little pop that released a fleeting puff of a mild odor. The smell lasted little longer than the noise. But, it gave Mr. Peters the excuse he was looking for. "No Sara, we can't have this happen again. This was most disrespectful, and I can't help but think that this was intentional. Any good girl knows better than to pass gas in public. I'm sure you don't do this when the doctor looks into your bottom do you?" Was this a question she really had to answer? 'I have to talk about this?' she wondered. In fact, she didn't even recall a doctor ever even looking in her bottom. Why did he have to keep drawing attention to her derriere, and now even to her anus. Thank goodness nobody could see her anus, she thought. At least her little private poop hole was hidden by her butt cheeks, so she thought. "Well, it won't happen again here." Mr. Peters than moved to the front of the desk and bent down to look for something in his lower desk drawers that could solve the problem. This was also a good opportunity for him to surreptitiously adjust his pants to hide his erection. He didn't dare do it in front of the students. He did try a couple of times to make a small adjustment, but he knew that this could have even drawn more attention. So, as he was browsing through his desk drawer, he moved his erection so that it was more straight up, no longer pushing out down his pants leg. It was still there, and he really didn't want to lose it, but perhaps it was no longer so readily evident. He also found what he was looking for: corks used to plug flasks. This was perfect. The corks were narrower at one end for easier insertion. There were even different sizes of corks so he would not have much trouble finding a good fit. He was pleased with himself. He looked directly in the face of Sara. Her face was just above the desk drawer. She gave him a sweet, pouting look, pleading with him to take mercy on her. He smiled at her and showed her the corks. She look dismayed and mouthed, "Please Mr. Peters." He said, "Don't worry Sara, I will be gentle." He stroked her cheek. "This will be good for you; now you won't embarrass yourself again." Mr. Peters got up and went back around to the front of the desk. He paused to take in the pleasant view of Sara's sweet butt. She was still on tip toes, her feet well back from the desk, sticking her butt high up into the air. Her legs were partly spread to keep her panties up. Her puckered anus was waiting, perhaps even twitching a bit in nervous anticipation. Mr. Peters kneeled down behind her. "Sara, it would probably help me if you spread your cheeks for me. I could do it myself, but I don't want to take undue advantage of you and I might need both hands to get these corks to go in. It's really up to you." Sara groaned. Now she had to spread her cheeks?! How can this be true? She thought there would be no way that she would do that. I mean, wasn't he suppose to help protect her modesty? What could be more revealing than spreading her cheeks? If she did that then everybody would clearly be able to see everything! However, perhaps that would be better than the alternative. If she made him do it, then he would be handling her bottom cheeks, feeling them in all sorts of ways. At least if she did it herself she would be in control. And, it would probably not take as long if she helped out. Maybe by being so cooperative he would also end this sooner for her. She certainly did not want him to raise the stakes once again. Sara let go of the front of the desk, balanced herself by leaning her head sideways onto the top of the desk, reached back, and spread her cheeks. The class gasped. It was quite a sight. Sara Kirstin, one of the prettiest girls in the class was spreading her cheeks open for everyone to see inside. Even the boys at the side of the room could now see. Teddy was perhaps most pleased of all. He couldn't stop himself. He moved the book back to his lap and put his hand underneath. This was just too hot. He had to play with himself. Sara's little poop hole was completely exposed, and it was very pretty. It was red with curled lips that curved around the very small opening. It was difficult to imagine anything of any size going in or out of that little hole, but apparently it was possible. Sara's face was almost as red as the hole. "Thank you Sara, that was very helpful. You've earned some consideration for your cooperation. Now, let me see which one should I put in." Mr. Peters pondered Sara's anus for some time, much to the annoyance of Sara and the pleasure of the boys. Mr. Peters was trying to decide if he should put in a small one. He knew that a big one would be more difficult to get in, but a small one might just go all the way in and then it would be difficult to get it out. He also wondered if he should first wet the hole. He certainly didn't want to cause her any pain or discomfort, but he didn't have any lubrication. What to do? He knew what he would like to do, but that would be over the top. He turned to Tina. "Tina, do you have any hand lotion or any cream of some kind?" "Yes, Mr. Peters" Tina replied. Her voice was a little squeaky. She was feeling a little excited. She noticed when Mr. Peters had come back from the front of the desk that his erect penis was no longer sticking down his pants, 'Or, should I say boner,' thought Tina. In any case, it was now sticking straight up. This apparently had given the penis more room to grow even bigger. It wasn't so obvious as before, but she now had a better sense of how big it must be. Mr. Peters was indeed a very manly teacher! It made her nervous to even speak to him. Hopefully he hadn't noticed that she could see it. She certainly didn't want to end up like Sara, although maybe that wouldn't be so bad if it was just Mr. Peters and herself. She might not mind him playing with her naked bottom. Tina quickly searched her purse for her hand lotion and handed it to Mr. Peters. She smiled sweetly at him as he reached for it. Their hands briefly touched and Tina felt a little light headed. Just thinking that she was now participating with a man in such an intimate act, a man with a big hard-on that she could plainly see, was very exciting to her. "Will this do Mr. Peters? If not, I can get something else for you. " The class laughed at this. It wasn't entirely clear what was so funny about what she said (what could she do for him?) but the fact that she wanted to be so helpful did appear to be funny. Tina blushed when they laughed. "Tina, this is very helpful. This is precisely what I need. You are being very sweet and helpful." "Thank you Mr. Peters. I just want to help." The last sentence almost didn't come out, as she was a bit breathless. Mr. Peters then turned his attention to Sara, who was becoming very impatient with their conversation. It was very awkward not being able to use her hands to brace and control herself as she was bent over the desk, and it was doubly hard for it to be her own hands holding open the crack of her ass. She knew that the boys were getting a big show and she was not at all happy that she was herself spreading her cheeks for their amusement. However, she soon regretted that his attention was now turned back to her anus. Mr. Peters first squeezed a dab of lotion onto his right index finger. The tube made a squirty, squishy noise as the lotion came out, causing again some adolescent laughter. It wasn't hard to imagine where the noise could have come from instead. Mr. Peters then turned to face Sara's butt and carefully dabbed it directly on her anus. Sara's eyes widened in horror. My goodness! This was getting very personal. Nobody had ever touched her there before. She even felt embarrassed to touch herself there. In fact, she wasn't even certain she had ever touched herself there except to wipe herself, and even then she had used a tissue. Now there was someone else touching her right on the poop hole with his bare finger. The sensation was shocking. It was both invasive yet also kind of stimulating. Mr. Peters began to massage her anus with his finger. He wanted to make sure that it was well lubricated, but he also enjoyed it so much that he wanted to make it last as long as possible. It was good fun. It was such a personal thing to do; so private in many respects but then so public with the whole class watching. And they certainly could not take their eyes away now. Even the girls were watching closely, with some of them squirming a bit in their chairs, imagining what it must feel like. Tina was especially riveted on the display. She began to squirm in her seat, imagining that Mr. Peters was doing this to her. The thought was not at all unpleasant for her. She wouldn't want him to do it in front of everyone else. That would be mortifying, but it might be fun to have him play with her poop hole in private. If only there could be some sort of reason for making him do it. In the meantime, she was delighted to be sitting so close. "Do you want me to hold it for you Mr. Peters?" Tina asked, gazing admirably at him through her school-girl glasses. The class again laughed. This time Tina realized right away what they were thinking, and she quickly blushed. How embarrassing. She didn't mean that at all! Of course she didn't mean that. Nobody but her and Penny even seemed to know that he had a hard-on. She certainly didn't want to give away to Mr. Peters that she could see it. She didn't want to embarrass him. She just wanted to please him. But, maybe that wasn't what the class was thinking. They could just be laughing because they were all so nervous themselves. At least Mr. Peters didn't seem to take it the wrong way. Mr. Peters smiled at her. He could tell that she was a bit flustered. Her blushing was obvious. "No, Tina, that won't be necessary. However, this is probably all that I will need. If I need anything else, you will be the one that I will certainly ask." This drew a big smile from Tina. She wouldn't mind being the teacher's pet of Mr. Peters. Mr. Peters than turned his attention back to Sara's cute buttoned hole. He felt that he had massaged the outside long enough and now pushed his finger into the hole. Sara gasped "Ohhhh my, Mr. Peters, oh my!" Many of the girls again turned away. They were so embarrassed for her. The boys hearts were pounding. "It's ok Sara, much bigger things have come out this hole than are now going back in." The class laughed at this, and Sara just squeezed her eyes shut, hoping that by not seeing it would seem less real. Mr. Peters push his finger deeper into her hole and moved it around a bit. Despite what he said, it was a very tight fit, and Sara seemed to be gripping it as hard as she could. "You should relax it Sara, it will be easier if she just let it in. In fact, imagine that you have to take a poop and open it up." Sara couldn't believe he said that. Even the boys didn't laugh at that one, as many were embarrassed even with the thought of trying to take a poop in front of the whole class. Fortunately, she had gone to the bathroom prior to class and there wasn't any real worry about that happening. Mr. Peters as well did not notice anything when he was poking around inside. So, he wasn't particularly worried about any embarrassing accident. Sara, however, wasn't so confident. She did worry that if she relaxed her bowels she might fart again (and this time right in his face) and that perhaps something even worse might even happen. The thought of that was beyond horrifying. There was no way that she could relax her asshole. Mr. Peters though removed his finger and her anus gradually began to close. However, he quickly inserted the smallest size cork in its place. It wasn't that hard to get in, but it also didn't seem to be particularly effective. As he feared, it was so small that it just went all the way in and Sara's puckered lips closed up around it. It was gone. Some of the boys started to titter. Mr. Peters just sat there studying the problem. Sara could tell that something was going on, but she wasn't sure what it was. "What's wrong Mr. Peters? What happened? Tell me what's going on." "Well, Miss Kirstin, it seems that you sort of swallowed the cork . I guess I should have used a bigger one. I'm not too sure what I should do. I could just leave it there, but I'm afraid that if I put a bigger one in now, the first one will just go deeper inside. I could also try to reach in and fish it out, but I bet that once I try I will just be pushing it farther inside. I guess we could send you down to the nurse to have it removed. The nurse might have some clamps or something, but I wonder if that would be painful. Can you feel it Sara?" Sara could indeed feel the cork inside her, but she hadn't realized that it had gone all the way in. She didn't know what to do herself. She certainly didn't want to go down to the nurse's station. The fewer people that are involved in this the better. And, the idea of clamps being stuck up her butt was not at all appealing. She guessed there was only one thing to do. "I suppose I could try to push it out myself. I did go to the bathroom earlier so there shouldn't be any accidents. Why don't I go to the girl's room and see if I can get it out myself?" This seemed like a splendid idea to her. It would probably work and, most importantly, it would end the whole humiliating ordeal. Mr. Peters, however, recognized right away that, yes, it would be over once she left the room. "I agree that pushing it out is the best option, but I believe it's best for there to be an adult present, just in case there is a problem. We don't want you to strain yourself trying to get it out. It is awfully small, and I don't think that you can just push it out so easily. Why don't you first try and I will see if I can help." It does keep getting worse! She couldn't believe that she had made this awful suggestion, but clearly this is what he wanted her to do. So, she imagined that she had to take a poop and began trying to push it out. For everyone else, it was quite a sight to see. Her whole body stiffened up, her face strained (although it was hard for her face to get much redder) and, most importantly, you could see her anus opening and shutting as she pushed and relaxed, pushed and relaxed. The boys were ecstatic. If only someone had a camera! Nobody will ever believe them. Sara though was humiliated. This was so very, very embarrassing. She would never live this down. She couldn't even think of what she could possibly do to Teddy, Billy, or any other boy to get even. She was now pretending to take a poop in front of her whole class! There was nothing worse than this. She supposed that actually pooping would be worse, but she had to keep trying to push the cork out. She strained and relaxed, pushed and breathed, keeping at all times her butt crack wide open so that everybody could see it gaping open and curling shut, repeatedly opening and shutting. But, at least it was working. When her hole opened up, Mr. Peters could see a bit of the cork. When he finally felt that he saw a large enough opening, he quickly shoved his finger in, stretching out the butt hole further to make even more room so that he did not just push the cork back in farther. Sara squealed a bit in shock and pain. Mr. Peters then hooked his finger around the cork and helped to guide it out. Out it came with a nice big POP!, like what happens when you pop a finger in the cheek of your face. "Good girl Sara! Very good. I must say that was very impressive. You popped it out just like a cork!" Sara breathed a sigh of relief. She was in fact rather tired from the strain. It was far from like giving birth, but it certainly took a lot of energy. It was good that it was over and nothing terrible had happened. Thank goodness no embarrassing accidents. Now perhaps she could relax but "Yikes!" she squealed again as Mr. Peters shoved in the largest cork he had. Sara almost leaped up. It was not an easy fit. He had to push a bit hard, and Sara squirmed and groaned, desperately trying to stay on her toes and keep her grip on her cheeks, but it was so hard to do when someone was shoving a big cork in your butt. The girls grew increasingly uncomfortable watching Sara twist and turn her fanny, both trying to help Mr. Peters yet also fight him as he was pushing the cork into her butt. The Lessons Ch. 01 But, finally, Mr. Peters was able to get about 75% of it in, and that was all he wanted. He then stood up to look at his handiwork, and he was quite pleased. Sara was a delight to view. She was bent over, on tippy toes, butt cheeks spread, face red, with a cork stuck up her butt. The view was enough to get his erection going once again, much to the delight of Tina who gazed upon its growth, imagining that it was actually for her. "Well, that's a job well done Sara. You can now relax. In fact, you can let go of your cheeks, no need to keep them open. Letting them close might also help to keep the cork in." Sara was pleased, at least with this. She was exhausted having to hold the pose, and certainly was happy to no longer be exposing herself to all of the other students. She let go of her cheeks and moved her hands back to gripping the front of the desk. She now felt that her modesty was indeed being protected. She even lifted her bottom up a bit higher, hoping to show Mr. Peters that she was now really trying to be a very good girl. What she didn't realize though was that with the cork in her bottom helped to keep her cheeks a bit open. Her cunny lips remained quite exposed, particularly with her still having to hold her legs apart to keep the panties from falling down. Tipping her bottom up even higher seemed very suggestive, as if she actually wanted everyone to see more of her, when there was in fact very little more that could be seen. SMACK! "Ouch! Mr. Peters!" She had almost forgotten that she still had a few spanks left. "I'm sorry Mr. Peters, but what do I say now? I've lost count; it's been so long, you know." "Good point dear. Let's start over. Five more spanks. Each time say, 'Thank you for the cork Mr. Peters, I now feel safe." SMACK! "Ouw, that hurts" She paused, "One, and thank you for the cork Mr. Peters, I now feel safe." SMACK! "Ouch! Two, and thank you for the cork Mr. Peters, I now feel safe." Her bottom really stung now, and she was feeling some difficulty keeping the cork in. Her body naturally wanted to expel the cork, like it was a big turd stuck halfway on its way out. She had to grip down tightly on it to keep it in, but the spanking and wiggling made that difficult. "SMACK! "Ouw! Three, and thank you for the cork Mr. Peters, I now feel safe." She moved her legs up and down to relieve the pain. It looked like she was riding a bike, her butt raised up high to drive down hard on the pedals. It was fun watching the cork bob and weave as she pedaled. "SMACK! "Four, and thank you for the cork Mr. Peters, I now feel safe." Sara could feel the cork slipping out of her asshole. She wondered if it would be ok if she just reached back and stuck it back in farther. She was afraid though that he might consider this to be cheating. Perhaps she could just ask him to shove it in farther, but she had only one more smack left. She gripped down tight on the cork with her asshole. Most everyone in the front row saw her sphincter muscles constricting tightly around the cork. Mr. Peters hesitated with the next one. It seemed like a shame to have to stop. He was having a great deal of fun. He was more aroused than he had been in a long time. But, he didn't want to push this so far that someone might question his motives. Best to keep it within a reasonable limit of discipline. SMACK! "Five, and thank you for the cork Mr. Peters, I now feel safe." Sara's bottom was now a very bright, beet red. A nice big apple that would be so enjoyable to nibble. All corked up, displayed so provocatively, it was ready to be served and eaten. She bent her legs in relief, pushing her ass out farther, even wiggling it around a bit as if she was trying to entice the boys even more. Mr. Peters sighed in resignation. Sara sighed in relief. Mr. Peters would now have to stop; she made it to five. She was being a good girl. Mr. Peters agreed that it was now over. He bent down and began to pull her panties up for her. She would much prefer to do this herself. He was again treating her like a little girl, as if she couldn't put her on clothes on herself. He also clearly wanted her to keep the cork inserted. He in fact pushed it back in farther, noticing that it seemed about to slip out. She grunted and shifted awkwardly with the pressure he was placing on the cork. "I'm going to have you keep in the cork Miss Kirstin for the rest of the class. This will serve to remind you of what may happen again in the future if you misbehave." As he spoke he pretended to be carefully adjusted her panties, but he was actually taking this time to enjoy some final caressing and fondling of her rump. He even managed to let a finger slide along the wet slit of her cunt. She jumped a bit at this, but avoided any protest that just might get her into more trouble. "Will you now be a good girl and answer questions respectfully?" "Oh yes, Mr. Peters, I will be a very good girl. I promise, I really will." And, she was indeed very sincere this time. She never wanted to have to do this again. He then hesitated and said, "After a spanking, sometimes the panties will not feel that well against the skin. I don't want you to get chaffed." He then pulled her undies back down just below her cheeks and proceeded to rub some of Tina's hand lotion on her exposed cheeks. This was tremendously pleasurable for him, as well as fun to watch. The glistening lotion helped to accentuate the whiteness and redness of her cheeks. Sara had very mixed feelings about it. Mostly, it was just further humiliation, as if he was putting lotion on her after he had changed her diapers. She felt very infantile, her red fanny all exposed to the class as her teacher applied lotion. This just wasn't right or fair. On the other hand, the lotion did feel soothing, and frankly she had to admit that part of her enjoyed the sensation of Mr. Peters' masculine hands caressing the cheeks of her bottom. Her father never did this when he spanked her, and she had to admit that there were times that she had imagined that it would be nice. She even had the thought of suggestively parting her legs so that perhaps Mr. Peters' slippery fingers might accidentally slide, at least briefly, along her cunny, but she didn't want any of the students to realize that any part of her was actually enjoying this. She cautiously looked back at him as he applied the lotion. Mr. Peters saw the aroused expression in her eyes. He moved in closer to her to hide his hand from the view of the students and then slid his fingers down the crack of her bottom. She repeated, "I will be a very good girl from now on Mr. Peters, I do promise." He replied, "I know that dear. I can tell that you do want to be good now." His fingers traveled down her crack and past her anus. She closed her eyes and every so slightly spread her legs. She knew that the spanking and public exhibition had made her wet, and he could feel her wetness as his fingers made contact with her cunt. She let out a soft sigh. She now had to admit openly, at least to herself, that she had enjoyed the experience, at least to some extent. She opened her eyes again and looked back at him as he briefly fondled the lips of her cunt. This time she did not make any move to resist, and instead gave him an appreciative smile. He smiled back at her. She then brought her eyes down to his crotch and saw the evident bulge. She thought, 'Mr. Peters has a boner! Oh my goodness, I have given Mr. Peters a hard-on.' She didn't know quite how to feel about that. On the one hand, she felt a bit taken advantage of, but on the other hand, it was kind of neat to see that she had this effect on him. He was the best looking teacher in school, and she had excited him. She looked back up to him and smiled again. He understood. He then pulled her panties back up, carefully adjusting them to help hold in the cork, and pulled her skirt down, patted her bottom, and told her that she could retake her seat. Sara stood up, brushed her skirt to remove the wrinkles and walked awkwardly back to her seat. Walking was difficult with that big cork still in her butt. She wanted to just poop it out into her panties but she knew that doing so might only just get her back into trouble, and besides, it would probably be harder to sit down with the cork outside of the butt than within it. So, she in fact kept a tight grip on the cork as she stiffly walked to her seat. As she returned to her seat, it became evident to her how much the boys had enjoyed the show. They were all looking at her, remembering how she had posed so obscenely for them, and they were grinning ear to ear, as if this was had all just been a fun game for their own personal enjoyment. She sat down very carefully, trying to avoid their eyes. It was kind of hard to get comfortable though. Her butt was stinging. She wanted to rub it with her hand or against the seat, but she knew the boys were looking at her. The cork also felt so funny in her butt, a constant, intrusive reminder of what had just happened. She couldn't wait to get home so that she could pull it out. She certainly hoped that sitting on it wouldn't drive it all the way in. Oh my goodness! What a terrible thought. If it got pushed all the way in there would be no way that she could poop it back out. It was much too big. To think that she would have to call her parents or go to a doctor to get it removed. She carefully leaned forward in her chair to avoid any undue pressure on the cork, even though this only increased the amusement of the boys. It was as if she was only continuing to try to display her bottom for them. When she got home she could take it out. Although maybe not right away. She had to admit that she would like to keep it in a bit longer when she got home. It's not like it didn't feel horribly bad, and she was awfully wet and squishy between her legs. She knew she would have to play with herself as soon as she got home. She rarely ever masturbated, considering this to be such a gross and dirty act, but there were times for exceptions and this was perhaps one of them. She looked forward to lying on her tummy, her bottom raised in the air, wiggling her finger in her tight little cunny as she thought about Mr. Peters pushing the cork in and out of her rosebud. To be continued... The Lessons Ch. 02 This is Chapter Two of The Lessons. If you haven't already done so, you are encouraged to read the earlier chapter; otherwise, aspects of the story might not be understandable. Readers who find this chapter enjoyable are obviously encouraged to read the subsequent chapters. In any case, please do provide feedback. There are obvious sequels to this initial series. I have made outlines for some of them. I will be very happy to write them, but there won't be much point if there is inadequate interest. I would also like to hear your suggestions for how to improve the series. Finally, please do vote; especially if you like it! I must admit that getting good votes can be the best form of encouragement (I didn't realize how long it would take to do this, particularly when it came to the copyediting). But, even if you don't, I do hope you enjoy it! * * * * * * * Sara was right that the boys just didn't seem to understand the seriousness of the lesson she had suffered. Most, if not all of them, used the display of her little naked fanny primarily for their own entertainment. They could see that Sara had something to learn from the experience, but for them it was just an amazing break from the dull routine of mathematics. Teddy was perhaps the most irresponsible. He not only delighted in the view but had played with himself while Sara was being punished. To her horror and shame, this became evident to her when she returned to her seat. Very few of the girls watched as she walked to her desk. They seemed to share her embarrassment and were trying to respect her privacy. They could not look her in the face. Most were looking down at the floor, some were even covering their faces. However, Sara noticed that Nancy was looking at Teddy, and at his crotch in particular. She turned her attention to Teddy and could see why. Teddy had a book in his lap and a little grin on his face. It was embarrassing enough to have Teddy be there while she was spanked and plugged so shamefully, but to have him engage in such a disgusting act of self-abuse, right there in class was too much. She looked back at Mr. Peters, with a pleading expression for sympathy and help. Mr. Peters was now back behind his desk. He was himself trying to calm down, lose his erection and get back to work. He had not often gone this far with a student and the sight of Sara's cute little rose bud winking at him had strained his self-control. In any case, he was now safely behind the desk and could turn his attention back to the rest of the students. When he saw the expression on Sara's eyes, he looked over to Teddy and discovered the source of her anguish. It was evident to him that Teddy was trying to hide a slowly receding erection. 'Well, this certainly could not be tolerated,' he thought. "Theodore Newman, what are you doing?" Teddy quickly looked up at Mr. Peters. "Uh, nothing sir, I was just reading a chapter." "I'm afraid that you were doing more than just that Mr. Newman. It looks to me that you did not appreciate the significance of this lesson, and were perhaps even using it for your own pleasure and perverse satisfaction. Am I correct in this matter?" Teddy did not respond, not knowing whether it was better to continue to deny it or to admit guilt. "This will not be tolerated in this class. Do you understand Mr. Newman?" "Yes sir." "I think that we will indeed have to provide another example for the students, and it will only be fitting that this time it is one of the boys. I want you to come to the front of the class." Many of the students could not help laughing as Teddy walked to the front of the room. They wondered if Teddy would get the same treatment as Sara. Teddy was himself very nervous. When he arrived at the front of the class he could not look at any of the other students. He particularly avoided the eyes of Penny, a girl he was meekly trying to court. Teddy stood awkwardly, clasping his hands in front of him. Mr. Peters said, "You wait right here, Teddy. You stand in front of everyone and think of what you did while I get Miss Harding. I want her to implement this punishment, as I do not myself feel that it is appropriate for a man to be spanking another male." Mr. Peters liked the excuse of being able to leave the class, at least temporarily. Before he got to Miss Harding's office he took take the time to gather himself, checking to see that he no longer was revealing any signs of his own sexual arousal. Teddy, in the meantime, stood uncomfortably in front of the other students, while many of them speculated openly about what would happen to him. Mr. Peters returned to the class with Miss Harding. Teddy was not happy to see that it was indeed Miss Harding when they returned to the class. Miss Harding was perhaps the most attractive teacher in the small parochial college. She was 34 years old. She had blue eyes, long lashes, and curly blond hair that draped softly across her shoulders. Her cheeks were always a rosy pink, with sensuous lips that often smiled sweetly at the young handsome men that were often drawn to her. None of the girls at the school were allowed to wear perfume or make-up but these rules did not apply to the faculty and Miss Harding took full advantage. The students could always tell when she was passing by in the hallway, as her sweet scent was alluring. The boys would also follow her departure with their eyes as she walked down the hall, enjoying the sight of her womanly bottom swaying in a tight business skirt. But, her most endearing feature were her breasts. The boys did not know how big they were. They would often speculate, usually providing a gross exaggeration that only fueled their fantasies. In reality, she did have an excellent figure, her measurements being 36-25-35. Teddy thought that there would be no way that he would have to suffer the indignity of actually being spanked by the attractive Miss Harding, particularly in front of girls. He reassured himself that his worst fear was really just nervous speculation. Miss Harding was wearing today a thin, white summer dress that clung well to her figure. The dress was long. Her legs were entirely hidden. But the dress hung well across her breasts and derriere. In fact, it seemed that in the right light one might be able to see her lacy bra and perhaps even her panties through the thin, clinging fabric. The top was not cut low, but it was low enough for the imagination of a young man. "Hello Theodore, Mr. Peters tells me that you have not been behaving yourself." Teddy groaned. He thought, 'Please, you really can't be thinking of a spanking.' "What was the problem? Aren't you normally a good boy?" She was talking to him as if he was just a boy. That only made his embarrassment worse. "It was really nothing, Miss Harding. Mr. Peters was punishing Sara and I was only just trying to pay attention. I didn't say anything mean to her or anything," he explained. "That's not the way I understood it from Mr. Peters." She turned to Mr. Peters. "Teddy, I think it is best that you tell the full truth. Any lies will only make it worse for you. But if you insist on being stubborn." Mr. Peters turned to Nancy. "Nancy, was Teddy paying attention?" "No, Mr. Peters" she replied, a mischievous grin on her face. "He was playing with himself, Mr. Peters. I saw him do it. He was playing with himself under the book." The whole class guffawed in laughter. Teddy hung his head in embarrassment and shame. "I was not doing any such thing, Miss Harding." "Now, Teddy, masturbating is a normal thing for young men to do. I am sure all of the boys in the class have masturbated themselves once or twice. It would be abnormal for you not to masturbate, Teddy." It was now the turn for the boys in the class to squirm in their seats. The girls, in contrast, leaned forward to be sure not to miss anything. "How many times a week do you masturbate, Teddy?" She asked with a sweet smile, placing her hand on his shoulders with a sympathetic tenderness. It didn't help. He was terribly embarrassed. It would be bad enough to talk to the pretty Miss Harding about playing with himself, but there was simply no way he was going to answer that question in front of the whole class. "I really don't know, Miss Harding. I hardly ever have done anything like that." The girls giggled at the obvious lie and the boys grinned at his discomfort. This might be kind of funny after all, they thought. "Now, Teddy, that can't possibly be true and you know it. I am afraid that Mr. Peters was right, that you are not being very cooperative and that you need to learn a lesson. Go in front of the desk, turn your back to the students, bend over, and drop your pants." Teddy was mortified. After viewing the shame experienced by Sara, a shame that he himself delighted in viewing, he could not imagine that he would now himself be put through a similar experience. "Teddy, the more you wait, the longer it will be and the more I will do. It's up to you." Teddy walked to the front of the desk, turned his back, undid his buckle and snap, and pulled down his pants. The girls squealed in delight. After seeing one of their own be punished, turnabout was now fair play. Teddy was shamefully standing in front of the class with his pants at his ankles. They couldn't stop laughing. "Mr. Newman, I'm afraid that you are forgetting an article of clothing. As I understand it, Sara received her spanking with no panties. I do not see why it should be any different with you." Miss Harding then proceeded to reach up under his shirttails to grip the tops of his underpants. She could have pulled them down from the back but she decided to have a little fun at the same time. She moved her left hand around to the front of his underwear, ostensibly to find a place to grab hold but in fact to briefly touch and fondle his penis. Teddy's jaw dropped in shock. Miss Harding had her hands in his crotch. There was no mistaking that she was feeling the outlines of his penis and balls through his underwear. He was so glad that by this time his erection was gone. It had in fact dropped pretty quickly after Mr. Peters had first caught him. 'What would Miss Harding have said if she felt an erection,' he thought. In fact, it felt rather awkward to have her fingers feeling him now. It wouldn't take much to get him aroused again, after all that had gone on earlier. Miss Harding was disappointed that he wasn't still a bit erect. Well, maybe things will be different later. She pinched his shrunken penis between her fingers just to tease him and then pulled the underpants down to his knees. The girls smiled in shock and delight, turning to each other, sharing in their fun with the show. "Well, we can't have this shirttail in the way, can we. Let me tuck and pin up the back tail so that this cute little bottom of yours is in full view." Teddy groaned, the girls giggled, and the boys laughed. It was bad enough to let everyone see his butt, but why did Miss Harding have to describe it as being a 'cute little bottom.' He was a young man, not a little boy. As Miss Harding was tucking and pinning the shirt, she reached in front to briefly stroke Teddy's flaccid penis. She felt him jump and squirm away. She smiled. 'In some important ways, perhaps he is in fact a little boy,' she thought. Miss Harding then stepped back and looked him over. "Bend over further Mr. Newman and grab the front of the desk. Move your feet away from the desk, but keep them spread enough to hold up your underpants." The effect of this posture was to expose his young balls hanging between his legs. He didn't have much hair down there and so they were very well exposed. The girls' interest grew immensely and they began to point and whisper. The boys groaned and looked away. Fortunately for Teddy the front of the shirt still hung down low and nobody could see much of his penis. If his penis had been long enough, one might have seen it between his legs but it was now even smaller than usual, having shrunk to a measly two inches in his self-conscious exposure. He certainly didn't want the students to see it like this, particularly Penny, who was sitting in the front row almost directly behind him. Penny was a girl that he had dated a couple of times. Dated is perhaps too strong of a hard. They had gone to movies and parties together. She was the girl with whom he would dance at parties, but he couldn't bring himself to try anything with her. They had barely even held each other's hands. When a dance would end, he would let go of her hand, worrying that she might feel that he was getting too close. He liked to think of her as his girlfriend, but he had never tried to even get to second base with her. He wasn't even sure that she considered him to be her boyfriend. They hadn't really ever talked about it. In any case, she certainly had never touched or seen his penis. He wanted her to see (and maybe touch) his penis, but not like this. "Teddy, every time you get smacked you must count the number and say, 'I promise not to play with my penis again in class.' Do you understand?" "Yes, Miss Harding," Teddy glumly replied. SMACK! Teddy grimaced but replied, "One, and I promise not to play with my penis again in class." The students howled. Having Teddy use the word "penis" was very funny. It made it sound so childish and small. Only little boys had penis's; the boys in class referred to them as "dicks" and "cocks." "Did that hurt, Teddy?" She began to stroke his butt like a mother soothing a young child. Teddy groaned in confusion. 'Please just spank me and get it over with,' he thought. "I don't want to cause any undue pain, you have such a cute bottom for a big boy." The students laughed as Teddy tried to ignore her. She was being so demeaning but, still, he couldn't ignore the fact that the pretty Miss Harding was stroking his bare ass with her soft hand. He could also smell her perfume. This was so embarrassing but some of it was also rather nice. If they were just alone in her office, maybe he could even find himself enjoying it. SMACK! "Ow!" He was surprised at that one, but quickly said, "Two, and I promise not to play with my penis again in class." He remembered what happened to Sara whenever she was late with the required response. He was determined not to make the same mistake. Miss Harding then leaned down to whisper in his ear. "You are being a very good boy now, Teddy," as she again ran her fingers along his bare butt, even tickling the cheeks with her finger tips. Mr. Peters himself was now enjoying the show, imagining how nice it would be if Miss Harding would play with him that way. Miss Harding then went further and used her other hand to reach in front and fondle his penis. Teddy didn't know what he should, or could do. At first he thought that Miss Harding was just checking, or reaching for, something, but the intention of her manipulation of his penis with her fingers became obvious. 'Miss Harding was secretly fondling me,' he realized. He imagined that perhaps she liked to fondle young men. He never thought anything like that of her before, but maybe it's true. He could clearly tell that what she was doing. It sure felt nice, and he knew that fortunately the front of his body was well hidden by his shirt. He figured that Miss Harding wouldn't be taking a chance of getting caught doing something like this. "I will need to hold you as I give you the last few strokes Teddy. I don't want you to lose your balance." SMACK! "Three, and I promise I won't play with my penis again in class." An odd statement to make at this point in time, given that Miss Harding was herself playing with his penis. The spanking hurt, and the exposure of his butt was embarrassing but maybe it was in fact worth it. Never in his wildest imagination would he have thought that Miss Harding would actually be playing with his penis. Well, that wasn't entirely true either. In one of his masturbation fantasies he had in fact imagined that Miss Harding would jerk him off and do much more than that. Second only to Penny, it was Miss Harding that occupied his masturbation fantasies. And, one fantasy now seemed to becoming true. He gave into the pleasure and felt this penis grow and grow. Miss Harding continued to fondle and stroke his ass with one hand, ostensibly to sooth the pain, while she manipulated his dick with the other. When he reached a full erection, she even whispered in his ear, "Well, Teddy, maybe you are a big boy after all?" SMACK! "Four, and I promise I won't play with myself in class again." That one really stung but now he was fully erect, and that seemed to be the only important thing to him. Miss Harding was gripping his boner! He had a hard-on and Miss Harding was playing with it. The fact that it was in front of the whole class even made it more exciting because it was their own private secret. He even wondered whether it wouldn't be so bad if Penny saw it. Perhaps she would see it and get jealous. She would at least see that Miss Harding wanted to do it and so it couldn't be that bad. She might also see how big he was and might actually want to play with it. He could feel himself quickly rising to a climax. This would be awfully quick, perhaps Miss Harding would be upset with that, but the spanking was going to end pretty soon. If he was going to cum, he better do it soon. He wasn't too sure how he would hide the cum if he went in her hand but he wasn't going to worry about that now. This was an opportunity that would never come again (so to speak) and he wanted to enjoy every second. Miss Harding, however, now backed away. 'Damn', he thought. "Now, boys and girls, Teddy has just one spank left and I believe that it should be provided by Sara, the girl he was humiliating with his nasty, dirty behavior. Sara, would you come up here please?" "Yes, Miss Harding." It wasn't quite easy for Sara to walk back to the front of the class, as she still had the cork stuck inside her butt. She was not so sure that she would be able to keep it there with all this movement, but she couldn't lose the opportunity to seek some revenge on Teddy. None of the students had been allowed to smack her bare bottom. Teddy's embarrassments will be much worse than hers if she gets to smack his. Penny was disappointed. If any girl in the class was going to spank Teddy's butt, it really should be her. She didn't think it was quite right that someone other than his girlfriend was going to touch his bare bottom. She thought of protesting her selection but then felt that it would probably be better to keep quiet. She wasn't even sure that Teddy considered her to be his girlfriend, and she might only embarrass herself if she spoke up. Sara walked stiffly up to the upraised butt of Teddy. She had actually never seen a naked boy's butt this close before. It was kind of nice to look at, even if it was Teddy's. She also got a closer look at his two hanging balls. They looked rather cute in their little sack of skin. "Sara, I want you to spank Teddy five times." "Miss Harding!" Teddy protested. I thought I only had one spank left? This is so unfair." "Teddy, don't start acting like a little boy, or we will have to treat you like one. In fact, after each spank, you have to say, 'Thank you Sara, and I am apologize for being such a bad little boy.'" Teddy grimaced at the thought but he knew he had to obey. SMACK! "One, thank you Sara, and I apologize for being such a bad little boy." Sara delighted at now being at the other end of the swatting, and it was doubly fun spanking Teddy's bear butt in front of the whole class. This could make up for everything. She even squeezed her ass hole a bit to give her some extra stimulation as she swatted his butt. She swung especially hard for the next one. The Lessons Ch. 02 SMACK! "Ow! Two, thank you Sara and I apologize for being such a bad little boy," Teddy squealed as jumped at the sharp pain. Sara even had to rub her hand to lessen the sting. His butt was now a bright red. She enjoyed the humiliation she was inflicting on him. "Sara, wait just one second. I believe I should help Teddy maintain his position. We don't want him to show off more than what would be appropriate for this class." Miss Harding then leaned down next to Teddy. She wrapped her arms around him and drew him toward her body. Teddy's head now rested against one of her soft breasts, and her hand resumed it's secret fondling of his young dick. It had softened a bit, but she quickly brought it back to its stiffness. Teddy was ecstatic with this change in position. Not only was Miss Harding fondling him in the most intimate of ways, but he could now hide his head in her warm full breasts. As far as he was concerned, Sara could spank him as long as she wanted. On the other hand, he knew he better not cum now, as he would spray all over Miss Harding's dress. That would complete a nice fantasy but he knew it would only cause more trouble. She couldn't be happy about that. SMACK! "Three, thank you Sara and I apologize for being such a bad little boy." He felt like a little boy, his head buried in the large bosoms of Miss Harding while his bottom was being spanked by a girl in the class. Miss Harding's hand was stroking his erection in the most delightful manner. At times tickling the head of his penis, at times gripping it tightly as she massaged it up and down. She even whispered in his ear, "Teddy, your penis is very manly, you must be so proud." Teddy smiled in her breasts, breathing in the sweet scent of her perfume. SMACK! "Four, thank you Sara and I apologize for being such a bad little boy." Teddy could hardly get the words out. He was lost in the sensations of Miss Harding's hands on his penis. It was like she was some sort of pro at jerking off dicks, yet she was the sweet, pretty Miss Harding who smelled so very nice, with such warm, full, soft breasts. He wished he could get his lips on her nipples but he knew that this would be too obvious. He moaned with delight in her breasts. Her thought perhaps that she might have even given him a little kiss on her head as she held him tight to her chest. SMACK! "Five, thank you Sara and I do apologize for being such a bad little boy." He sighed with delight. He was perhaps glad that it was over, at least the humiliation, but he wanted Miss Harding to continue to fondle him. This was now becoming so much fun. Sara also regretted that it was over. She looked at Miss Harding to see if she would somehow extend the spanking. The students also turned their eyes to her, hoping that something else would be done. 'Please don't stop now,' they thought. They were not disappointed. Miss Harding smiled at Sara. "Thank you very much for your help Sara, but I believe that it did not have the intended effect. Not only are Teddy's apologies insincere but I just noticed that Teddy seems to have even enjoyed it. He doesn't seem to have learned his lesson at all." "Sara, return to your seat. Teddy, I want you to stand up straight and face the class. Everybody must see what a bad boy you really are." 'Oh no!' thought Teddy, 'she can't mean it. I can't face the class like this, not with a boner sticking up!' He looked up at her, beseeching her to reconsider with fright in his eyes. "Please don't make me, Miss Harding, please," he pleaded. Miss Harding didn't wait for him to cooperate. She knew that he would delay it as long as he could, perhaps to give him enough time to lose the evidence. She pushed him away from her breasts, stood him up and turned him around to face the class, as well as moving aside the front of the shirt so that the whole class could see. He quickly clasped his hands in front to hide his erection, but she authoritatively pulled back his arms. The girls screamed with shock and laughter. Teddy was standing in front of them with a stiffy! His penis was fully erect, it's head all swollen and red. It was like it had rigor mortis or something. It swayed a bit as he tried to move in some way to hide it, but to no avail. The girls pointed and whispered, sharing their perceptions of its finer points, like how the veins seemed to be sticking out. Penny was particularly shocked. Not only was she getting a much closer look than all of the other girls, but this was the boner of Teddy, her boyfriend. She had always been curious about boys' things, and had kind of wanted to talk to Teddy about it but always felt too nervous and insecure to bring it up. A couple of times when they were dancing she thought she might have felt something getting hard in his pants but she was too scared to ask about it. Now it was right there in front of her, proudly sticking up in all its glory. It looked wonderful and sexy to her, but she also felt so bad for Teddy. The boys were smirking over Teddy's misfortune but they also felt quite uncomfortable looking at another boy's erection. It was a bit embarrassing for them as well. Many of them did notice that Teddy was not big. At least, most of the boys felt that they were bigger. They weren't so sure though if this was good news or bad news, as the girls probably felt that Teddy's penis was representative, and they certainly did not want the girls to think that they were as small as Teddy. "Teddy, I know that this is a bit embarrassing for you, but that is some of the purpose of this punishment. However, we should also take this opportunity to help educate the rest of the students in the class regarding male sexuality. It is perhaps only appropriate for you to serve as our model. You do not seem adverse to playing with yourself in the class, why not share your proclivities and talents with the rest of the students. Now you just be a good boy and display your manhood for all the students to see." As she was explaining the rationale for having Teddy stand in front of the whole class, his stiff erection waving in front of him, she continued to lightly play along its length. She knew that his embarrassment and insecurity could have the effect of losing the erection, and she did really want to him to maintain his current posture. "Now girls, I don't know if any of you have yet seen a boy's erection. If not, this should be a very good opportunity for you. Boys often call these erections 'boners,' 'hard-ons,' 'stiffies,' and other cute euphemisms. The proper word is 'erection.' Do notice how stiff and hard the penis is" (she traced her fingers along its length) "and how engorged and red the head of the penis has become" (she wrapped her fingers around the base of the head, squeezed softly, then lightly danced her fingers around the red bulb; Teddy could not help closing his eyes and sighing). The girls were leaning forward in rapt attention. Most of the girls had indeed not yet seen an erection, not even in a picture. They were generally quite inexperienced, due in large part to the strict requirements and supervision of the small college, and all but a few of them still lived at home. They were fascinated by the demonstration and felt that this could actually be a very important, if not one of the greatest lessons they ever received at Templeton. "Girls, and boys, the erection occurs as a result of a substantial amount of blood being pushed into the penis. This is evident in part by the obvious engorgement of the veins along the column (she traced one of the veins with her finger) and again by the flushed head of the penis (she lightly traced her fingers around the head; Teddy turned away, trying to maintain his composure). Some youngsters think that the erection is a muscular reaction but it is not. This is one reason that it is not entirely within the control of the boy. It is largely a hard-wired, to some extent even involuntary reaction to being sexually aroused. Apparently Teddy gets aroused when he is spanked by a pretty young girl." The girls laughed at this and Teddy blushed profusely. He thought perhaps that he should explain that his erection was due largely to Miss Harding's fingers but he knew that nobody would believe that Miss Harding had been secretly playing with him. His credibility was long gone by now, having been caught playing with himself in class. He knew that he had little choice but to accept his fate. And, the more he thought about it, the more he began to appreciate some potential silver linings. How many boys get to show off their erections in front of a whole class of girls? The girls were certainly enjoying it, and perhaps later some would want a closer look. Teddy was particularly interested in the reaction of Penny. He stole a glance in her direction and could see that she appeared to be impressed with his erection. She seemed unable to take her eyes off of it. Penny was indeed very pleased with Teddy's erect penis. She also knew better than Miss Harding. It wasn't just spanking girls that gave Teddy an erection. She was pretty sure that she had given Teddy erections when they danced. And, even if it was true that he liked to be spanked, she wouldn't mind doing that. It actually seemed like kind of a fun thing to do. They could play lots of games like that. Just the thought of it was making her feel a bit giddy and funny. She squeezed her legs together under her dress and moved them back and forth, trying to stimulate herself as much as she could while she gazed at Teddy's big strong stiffy. She caught Teddy looking at her and she gave him a sympathetic and appreciative smile. Teddy was grateful. Maybe he should be happy and proud to be able to show of his stiff dick in front of the class. He even leaned back a bit to give it a more prominent display. "Well, it seems that Teddy is getting into the spirit of this. I'm glad that he is beginning to cooperate more fully." Miss Harding placed her fingers on Teddy's shoulders and let him lean back into her. His head was once again lying in between her large, soft breasts. Teddy felt in heaven. This was becoming good fun again. "Below the penis you can see Teddy's testicles. These are often called 'balls' for reasons that should be clearly obvious. Sometimes one of the balls hangs lower than the other. It's a bit hard to tell in this case because both of them are pulled up close to the penis, in part because of Teddy's arousal. It's in his testicles that boys make their sperm and, of course, you know that it is the sperm that fertilizes the eggs within a woman to make her pregnant." Teddy began to think that he might in fact gain stature in the eyes of the students from this exposure. He was now the prototypic male, the means with which the girls are learning about male sexuality and the potency of a man's erection. "The sperm comes right out the end of the penis Miss Harding?" asked Tina. The girls giggled at this one. Tina had clearly revealed her innocence to the rest of the class. The boys, of course, all knew about sperm coming out of the end but some of the girls were really kind of naive about this. "Now don't you girls laugh about this. I am very glad that Tina asked the question. The more questions you have the better. No questions are dumb questions. It is the brave and responsible student who asks the questions. Through my years of teaching I have found that many of the students in class were grateful that the questions were asked, as they also didn't know the answer but felt too timid to let anyone know." Tina beamed with pride. "Yes, Tina, the sperm comes out the end when the boy, or man, reaches the peak of his sexual arousal. I'm afraid that we will have to be very careful with Teddy, as it seems to me that he is getting a bit close to his point already." Teddy could not agree more, and he was thrilled. He had earlier been quite anxious about cumming but now Miss Harding was suggesting that not only would it be ok but that it would also be a good educational experience. He began to relax to help allow the impending climax to spring forth. He hoped that Penny would enjoy seeing him cum. "I should point out though girls that Teddy's penis is not quite as big as I would have expected." Teddy opened his eyes in horror. "Teddy's erection is probably only about 4 or 5 inches in length, and a boy his age should really be about 7 to 8 inches. His penis is a bit small. This is partly why I keep referring to it as a penis rather than as a 'cock' or a 'dick'. 'Penis' is the technically correct word, and it is also a somewhat diminutive word, more appropriate for describing a little boy's thing rather than the more masculine and powerful weapon of a real man." The girls howled in laughter as Teddy felt crushed and demeaned. He buried his head in Miss Harding's breasts. Not even their softness, her sweet perfume, and her loving hand could stop him now from losing his erection. He had been feeling so proud to display his boner to the girls but now they would probably forever point their fingers at him and call him a 'sissy-penis' or some such thing. Miss Harding, this beautiful woman, considered his cock to be no more than a little boy's penis. He wanted so much for this to be over. "Well, perhaps I shouldn't have said anything about that. It is evident that Teddy is beginning to lose his erection. Sometimes even men will do this. Girls, you must be careful not to insult or demean your partner's sexual organ. Even when it is small, tell him how impressed your are. You can even say that it is the biggest one you have ever seen. There is no way that they will know that you are lying, and it will make them feel so proud and masculine. Even if they have a sense that you might be lying, they will still appreciate the compliment." "But Miss Harding, I thought that size really didn't matter," asked Penny. She had in fact thought Teddy's penis was very big. It looked like a very manly cock to her. Of course, she didn't have any basis of comparison but she thought it was a very strong and attractive cock. "Penny, that is a very good point. Yes, there is a lot of truth to that. Any girl, and any woman, can be fully satisfied by any size of penis. In fact, some women find very big cocks to be so large that it hurts when they are pushed into their vaginas or, if you prefer, their 'cunts' or 'cunnies.'" The boys smiled over this one. The pretty Miss Harding was talking to them about cunts! They could feel the stirring in their pants. "Nobody, of course, has the perfect body. The breasts of girls and women also vary substantially in their size. Some girls have quite large breasts." Wendy Meadows sat up proudly at that remark. She knew that her breasts were among the largest in the class, perhaps in the college. She was quite proud of her naturally large breasts, and at times liked showing them off. None of the boys had actually ever seen her naked breasts but some had certainly tried and many had attempted to sneak a feel in the crowded hallways or during gym. However, sometimes she also felt that they might be too big. It was certainly hard to hide them during gym. They would bounce and jiggle whenever she ran, and she kept having to buy new bra sizes as they continued to grow. "Girls' vaginas also look very different from one another." The girls squirmed over this one. Most all of them were very self-conscious about their vaginas. They were indeed very different from one another, a fact that was evident in the showers. It wasn't really clear why they would be so different. It's not like men could see or compare them. Boys clearly compared girls with respect to the sizes and shapes of their breasts, but boys could not possibly compare girls with respect to the shapes and folds of their cunnies. This was something they would have to ask Miss Harding about later. "And, of course, similarly, all boys' penis's also look very different. Some are quite large, some are quite short, some are bent to the left, some to the right, some are skinny, and some are fat. Perhaps in a future class we can have all of the boys stand in line to show us their different sizes and shapes." A couple of the boys were quite excited about this possibility, particularly those who felt that they did in fact have unusually large cocks. Most of the boys, however, cringed at the thought. They did not want to be exposed as having small dicks, and certainly did not want Miss Harding to refer to their cocks as being just a little penis. None of the boys raised a hand to volunteer. "Most importantly, if you love your partner you will love their body, with all its flaws and inadequacies. They won't even seem to you to be an inadequacy, as each feature is what makes us all unique and individually attractive." Penny could not agree more. She had liked Teddy's erection. She nodded along with Miss Harding. Teddy was also happy to hear this, and it was very nice to hear Penny defend him. He no longer felt so humiliated. Nevertheless, he had lost his erection. "As long as Teddy is limp, we can now also see how his balls are hanging within his sack. Let me in fact lift up Teddy's penis, or should I really say cock, so that you can get a better look." She was now trying to flatter Teddy, and he appreciated the effort. You can see how the balls fall loosely with the skin of the sack. She squeezed and pulled on his balls to demonstrate her point, at the same time holding his limp penis out of the way. The girls leaned in close to see, although many in the back really couldn't see well at all. Miss Harding lightly placed her fingers under the balls and began to bounce. "Boys do like girls to play with their balls, but be careful because these are very tender organs. You probably know how much it hurts a boy when his balls get squeezed." Miss Harding lightly squeezed Teddy's balls and he bent over in a bit of pain. "My goodness Teddy, I am very sorry. I should have realized that Teddy now has particularly sensitive balls. These are often referred to as 'blue balls.' This occurs when the balls become excessively engorged due to a lengthy stimulation with no actual release of the sperm." Penny vowed that this would never happen to Teddy when she was on a date with him. She would have to monitor closely the color of Teddy's balls. "I also want to show you one additional feature of Teddy's sexual organs. Notice that he is not circumcised." Miss Harding pulled the foreskin back and forth across the head of Teddy's penis, being careful not to get any of the hairs caught under the hood. "Many boys have this foreskin removed when they are babies as part of a religious celebration, some for medical reasons, and some really just for cosmetic interests of the parents. In my opinion, Teddy is a bit fortunate because the presence of the foreskin is very helpful for masturbation. Teddy can provide a very stimulating massage of the head of his cock by repeatedly pulling the foreskin back and forth across the head." The massaging was having the desired effect. Teddy's penis was once again beginning to expand. Penny wondered if she should perhaps be taking notes, but she just couldn't take her eyes off of Teddy's growing cock. And, besides, she was confident that she would forget very little of today's lesson. "You can see class that Teddy's manly cock is now becoming erect once again. It will shortly reach its full proud stature." She was being careful now to provide more complimentary terms when characterizing his stiffy. She wrapped all of her fingers around the growing erection and began to pump its full length. Teddy tried to lose himself in the sensation of her hand, and forget that he was in front of the class, as well as what she had been saying earlier. It wasn't actually that bad, he tried to convince himself, and her hand felt so good. No girl, and certainly no woman, had ever fondled him sexually before, and the feeling of a sexy woman's hand stroking his cock was very hard to resist. The Lessons Ch. 02 "There are many ways of helping a boy have an orgasm. Sometimes the most stimulating way is using the least amount of actual stimulation. Sometimes you can get a boy off just by playing with the tip of his cock (she danced her fingers across the head of the now erect cock) and or just by massaging his tight heavy balls (she very carefully and lightly tickled his balls)." Teddy was now back in heaven and leaned comfortably into Miss Harding's breasts. "However, perhaps the most effective way is to grasp the full length of his cock in your hand and forcefully and rapidly pump his stiff manly dick as you whisper dirty things into his ear." Miss Harding then leaned into Teddy's ear and softly, for his ears only, whispered: 'Just let it cum Teddy. I can feel you getting so hard and stiff in my hand. It's in fact much bigger than what it was before. It's now a very big hard cock. Please cum for Miss Harding, won't you please let me feel your hot sticky cum in my hands. I want the juices to rush through your big dick and shoot your load into my soft warm hands. I will even taste the cum for you Teddy. I will even let you lick my wet cunt lips if you spray your load for us." Teddy was now trying to be a good boy. He had been wanting to cum all afternoon. He indeed was developing a tough case of blue balls and would be so happy to get release. Even the humiliation was now forgotten and he basked in the dirty talk of Miss Harding. She was whispering these things to him, for him; for him to cum in her hands, for him to explode in her hands and shoot across the room. Miss Harding was pounding Teddy's dick up and down. She had a firm grip on his cock and was jerking as hard and rapid as she could. It was making all sorts of squishy sounds as the foreskin repeatedly covered and exposed the swollen head. Miss Harding even nibbled a bit on his ear as she whispered, "I want you to cum Teddy. I want you to spray your manly juice all over the room. I want you to spray the faces of every sweet girl in this room. They all want you to do it. They're all waiting for you to shoot your hot jism all over the room. Some of them even have their mouths open to catch some of the sperm in their mouths. Won't that be fun, Teddy? You can do it, just let it happen." That put Teddy over the top. He felt the sensation of the inevitable explosion and he let it release. The first spray shot down the middle of the aisle of the class, reaching almost halfway across the room. The girls squealed in delight and shock; the boys kind of grimaced and hastily flinched away. The first load splatted on the floor. The girls quickly turned back to see the next shot but they didn't appreciate that the second shot was out before the first one had even hit the floor. And, the rapid pounding of Miss Harding's hand was not resulting in a consistent aim. When Tina turned her face to track the second shot it was already only inches from her face. In fact, she turned to see a big wad of white cum heading right for her eye. It splatted on her glasses, while other gobs trailed across her forehead, nose, and cheek. "Oh yuck! Miss Harding, Mr. Peters, Teddy is squirting all over me!" she yelped in disgust and surprise. But it was too late for them to do anything about it. Even by then the third shot was on its way and was striking her across her blouse and books. Wet splats could be heard as the cum hit her face and her books. She gave a pained look and threw her hands up in revulsion. The boys started laughing and the girls cringed. They too now leaned back to avoid getting hit with any of the gushing. By now Miss Harding was trying to control the direction of the shots and she pulled back on Teddy's cock to avoid the direct aim at Tina. The next shot took off almost straight up in the air. It was actually a bit impressive. It shot up a few feet and then looped lightly before it went downward to go splat on the floor just a foot or two in front of him. As Miss Harding pulled back on his cock, the last few shots spurted out onto his shirt and her dress. She wasn't entirely happy with this but neither did she really mind. It was kind of fun having the young man explode so strongly in her hand. She enjoyed the feel of his pulsations in her hand and seeing the rapture in his face. She realized that she actually liked jerking off a young man. Her hands were now covered in his cum as the last few spurts came out. Teddy was breathing hard and leaning heavily into her breasts. She whispered in his ear, "Very good boy, Teddy. That was a wonderful cum. You shot a man's load all over the place. You should feel very proud," and very proud he did indeed feel. Penny was a bit jealous. She didn't particularly like having Teddy shoot his cum on another girl. She would have to speak to him about it later, but she did at least see how much fun it could be to make him cum. Tina, however, was mortified. She was not a friend of Teddy's and certainly had no interest in having him shoot his disgusting load all over her face, blouse, and books. Mr. Peters quickly rushed up to help her out. He took his handkerchief from his pocket to wipe the cum off her face. "I am very sorry Tina, it isn't easy for a young boy to control the direction of his orgasm. I hope you are not too upset about this." It helped a lot that Mr. Peters wanted to save and protect her, like a knight coming to her rescue. She looked into his eyes and said sweetly, "Well, I guess it's ok, it's not like he did it on purpose or anything." Mr. Peters smiled sweetly at her. "Yes, Tina, you will be ok. It doesn't actually hurt to have cum on your face, and you are being a dear to accept it so bravely." Tina smiled at his appreciation of her good behavior. "Mr. Peters," Miss Harding exclaimed, "perhaps you should wait one second before you clean the cum off of Tina's face. I believe it would be useful for the rest of the class to see his ejaculation." She asked Tina to stand up and face the class. Miss Harding could have used the cum on her hands for the class demonstration but the cum on Tina's face was probably better, for many reasons. Tina looked to Mr. Peters for guidance. She did feel a little embarrassed about it and was kind of hoping that Mr. Peters would just wipe it all off. However, Mr. Peters understood the value, even importance, of having the rest of the class see the spattered cum across Tina's forehead, glasses, nose, and cheek. He gently took her hand to help her up, and quietly said to her, "Please Tina, you are such a good girl and it would mean so much to me." Tina could not resist this entreaty. She wanted so much to be appreciated by Mr. Peters, and this was an excellent opportunity to show him her willingness to make him happy. She stood up to face the class. The boys were all wide-eyed, whereas the girls were a bit horrified. Some covered their mouths in their flustered distress. It was quite a sight. The cum that had hit the lens of her glasses had largely fallen down to the bottom of the frame and was now hanging off in a large, heavy drip that swung a bit as she moved. The cum on her forehead was beginning to leak into her eye. She looked down at the cum hanging off of her nose and that only made her look even sillier as she briefly crossed her eyes. Some of the girls couldn't help not laughing at this. "As you can see, a boy's ejaculate is a very milky, white liquid. It looks like cream but it is certainly much thicker. You can see how it clings to her face in large globs rather than just flowing off like water or milk." Mr. Peters leaned into her and whispered in her ear, "You are being very helpful Tina, this is an excellent lesson for the class." He gently placed his hands on her arms, and lightly stroked them with a reassuring support. Tina was much shorter than Mr. Peters, perhaps only 4'11" in height compared to his large 5'11" muscular frame. Tina smiled in gratification. "Thank you very much Mr. Peters, " she said in a delicate, sweet voice. "Girls, you can often make boys very happy by letting them cum on your faces. It is a sign of true affection and playful participation," Miss Harding instructed as she wiped Teddy's come from her own hands. "However, it is equally courteous for the boys to warn you before they cum. If you don't want the cum in your face you can always look away or just take it in your mouth." Some of the girls looked shocked at this idea. Tina turned alarmingly to Miss Harding with a perplexed look on her face. As she turned, the large wad of come on her glasses felt onto her blouse, just at the tip of her diminutive right breast. "Oh Miss Harding, I could never do that. Isn't that unhealthy?, " Tina asked, one eye now winking as she tried to keep the cum from getting into her eye. "No dear, it really isn't. Some boys will even tell you that it is good for you. Sperm does contain calcium, nitrogen, potassium, but you don't actually drink it for its nutrients. Yet, it certainly isn't inherently harmful either. You swallow it because it's sexy, although it can be an acquired taste. The cum does tend to have a salty flavor that some girls do not grow accustomed to. Asking him to eat plenty of sweets and fruits beforehand though can help." The class was largely silent through this discussion. They were all very interested but were also very uncomfortable. "If you like, you can try some of it yourself, Tina," Miss Harding suggested. "Oh no, Miss Harding, I really don't think I could do that," Tina appealed to Miss Harding in her soft voice. Mr. Peters spoke up to help Tina. "Don't worry Tina, that won't really be necessary," he reassured her. She turned back to him and gave him a big smile of gratitude. "Thank you Mr. Peters," she said affectionately, her face still splattered with drops of cum. Mr. Peters then began to dab the cum off her face with his own handkerchief. She gazed fondly into his eyes as he cleaned her up. When he was finished, she looked down to her blouse. "I think there's even some of his stuff on my blouse too." Mr. Peters then began to carefully wipe the front of her blouse as well, discretely holding the fabric so that he didn't just spread the cum further across the material. However, in the process he was also clearly cupping her small right breast in his left hand. He even had his thumb pressed onto Tina's young nipple. Her nipple quickly responded, and Tina let out an almost imperceptible sigh. Tina blushed but did not pull back. In fact, she leaned her small breast into Mr. Peters hand, ostensibly to help him with the cleaning but also to encourage him to feel her more. "Thank you Mr. Peters, this is so very helpful of you." "It's the least I can do Tina, after you been so helpful with Sara and you have been such a sport with Teddy. I tell you what. Why don't you stop by my office after classes today and I will see if we can clean this up some more." "Oh Mr. Peters, that would be so lovely" Tina whispered quietly. Mr. Peters then reluctantly let go of her youthful breast and returned to his desk. In the meantime, Teddy was trying to regain his composure as Miss Harding cleaned up. She considered using his own underpants to clean the cum on the floor, as it might have been cute to make him sit in his own cum for the rest of the day. However, she did feel that he had learned his lesson and it is best to have the student end the lesson on a positive note. So, she used her own handkerchief to wipe the cum from her hands, his shirt and her dress. She wondered what to do with the mess on the floor. She wasn't quite willing to have the students see her clean cum off the floor. She looked to Mr. Peters. "We do need a volunteer to help clean Teddy's cum off the floor." Mr. Peters wondered why he was looking at her. He certainly wouldn't do it. Penny felt an impulse to volunteer. She would be happy to clean up Teddy's cum. By doing so he would see how much she cared for him, although perhaps that would also be too obvious to the rest of the class. They would wonder why she wanted so much to clean up cum on the floor. Well, it didn't matter. She loved Teddy and she was willing to show him how much she cared for him. If she didn't act soon it would be too late. Miss Harding was pulling Teddy's underpants and pants back up. He would have preferred to do it himself, as this again made him look like a little boy being dressed by his mother. Just as she was about to cover up his shrunken penis, Penny raised her hand to volunteer. Teddy saw her hand go up, but Miss Harding's back was turned and Wendy exclaimed, "Look Miss Harding, his penis looks like a little bitty worm again." Many of the students could not help but laugh. It was a nice release of tension after watching Teddy's explosive orgasm. Nobody had known quite what to say during much of the final 10 minutes and the comic relief felt good. The class was awash with laughter, and Miss Harding and Mr. Peters were not pleased. Miss Harding now regretted the extent to which she had mocked Teddy's little penis. It was small and she had wanted to make him embarrassed as part of his punishment. Nevertheless, the purpose of the lesson was in part to instill a supportive respect for one another. Mr. Peters spoke first. "Wendy, I am surprised at you. It was precisely Teddy's lack of respect for Sara that had led to his punishment, and you just insulted Teddy in turn. But, I really can't do anything about it now. We need to get back to our usual studies during the time that is remaining. For the moment, I think it would be best if you were placed in charge of cleaning up the rest of Teddy's spilt cum." "You're kidding Mr. Peters. Shouldn't he do that himself, or at least isn't that what the janitors are for?" Wendy replied in disgust and disdain. "Wendy, I know that at your home you have servants that do most of the work, and I imagine that you are not use to having to pick up after yourself. That is precisely though why this would be an appropriate lesson for you. Why don't you come up to the front of the room, and bring your purse." Penny thought of interrupting and letting Mr. Peters know that she was perfectly willing to do it, but she didn't want to interrupt a teacher who was mad. She slowly pulled her hand back down, and looked apologetically at Teddy. Teddy, however, was watching her and he knew what she was going to do. He smiled at her in appreciation, and she smiled back. Wendy reluctantly got up from her desk and walked to the front of the class. The boys were quite excited over what might happen next. Wendy was at times derogatorily or affectionately, depending on the mood, referred to as "Wendy Whoppers," the name of a porn star known for her giant breasts (prior to her more recent reduction). One of the boys had gotten a picture of the real Wendy Whoppers and passed it around the college. Wendy's breasts were nowhere as large as Wendy Whopper's but one could not help noticing the resemblance. They even resembled each other in other ways. Wendy Meadows also had straight blond hair, with a very pretty, angelic face and large red lips that contrasted nicely with the more sexually evident large breasts. The boys likened her facial features to Reese Whitherspoon in Legally Blonde. They lewdly admired the size of Wendy's glorious chest as she walked to the front of the class, imagining what her big tits might look like if Mr. Peters made her take off your blouse. When she got to the front of the room, Mr. Peters looked through her purse and found a silk scarf. He handed it back to Wendy. "Here Wendy, you can use your scarf. There are some spills right here by my feet and then a few more down the center aisle." Wendy grimaced in disgust. She got down on her knees and dabbed up Teddy's cum. She found the task to be very gross. She had never touched a boy's cum before, and to have to use her own delicate scarf to clean the mess of Teddy was distasteful. When she was done she handed Mr. Peters the scarf, but he just put it back in her purse. "It actually has a nice aroma Wendy, you might even like it." The students laughed. Mr. Peters thought that perhaps Wendy should be taught a further lesson, but he felt that he could not himself handle any more lessons today, particularly if he was going to give a private lesson to Tina after classes were over. He therefore had the class resume their normal studies and Miss Harding returned to her office. The students were quite attentive for the rest of the day, although it was not entirely clear why. Some were listening closely because they didn't want to miss anything good that might happen, whereas others were doing their best to avoid getting into trouble. It didn't seem to matter, Mr. Peters did indeed now have good control of the class. To be continued... The Lessons Ch. 03 This is Chapter Three of The Lessons. If you haven't already done so, you are encouraged to read the earlier chapters; otherwise, aspects of the story might not be understandable. Readers who find this chapter enjoyable are obviously encouraged to read the subsequent chapters. In any case, please do provide feedback. There are obvious sequels to this initial series. I have made outlines for some of them. I will be very happy to write them, but there won't be much point if there is inadequate interest. I would also like to hear your suggestions for how to improve the series. Finally, please do vote; especially if you like it! I must admit that getting good votes can be the best form of encouragement (I didn't realize how long it would take to do this, particularly when it came to the copyediting). But, even if you don't, I do hope you enjoy it! * * * * * * * Mr. Peters was in his office after classes had ended, going over some of the assignments for tomorrow, when he heard a soft knock at his door. "Yes, who it?" Tina peeked around the door and timidly asked, "Can I see you now, Mr. Peters?" She quickly blushed, hoping that he did not misunderstand what she said. "Yes, please do come in Tina, I was hoping that you would stop by." Tina dutifully entered the room, her hands clasped demurely in front as she approached his desk. "I am so sorry to bother you, Mr. Peters, but you said that perhaps you could help me clean my blouse before I left school?" Mr. Peters could not get over Tina's resemblance to Sally Field. She was such a cute girl. She even had the bangs and wavy brunette hair of Gidget that Sally Field portrayed quite awhile ago. In fact, it was probably this character that Tina seemed to resemble. She was even naive and bubbly like Gidget, but the facial resemblance to Gidget was also itself quite close. He had to admit that he didn't actually recall Sally Field or Gidget ever wearing glasses, but Tina's spectacles only made her even more beguiling. "Tina, you are not bothering me at all. I am delighted that you are here. You were a very good girl in class today, and I am very happy to provide you with some individual attention." Tina glowed in his response. She admired Mr. Peters with all her heart, and she thought it was so nice of him to take this interest. "I do see that Teddy has left a bit of a stain on your blouse." He was looking closely at the front of Tina's white blouse, which meant that he was looking precisely at her right breast where one of Teddy's cum shots had eventually fallen. She liked the fact that his eyes were focused on her breasts. She didn't think much of them, as they were kind of small, but she hoped that Mr. Peters wouldn't mind. She shifted her weight back and forth, trying to wave her little titties at him. She had seen women do this in movies; perhaps it might make her seem more attractive to him. She wanted him to consider her to be an alluring woman. "You got most of it off during the class but I am afraid that there is still a bit of a stain. I don't know what my mother would think if she ever saw such a thing. She's old-fashioned you know." She wiped a bit at the stain, causing her nipple to poke out. "You're probably right, Tina. She might not understand. I believe that I can help you. I do have some special cleaning fluid here in my desk that should help with this. Why don't you remove the blouse and I will see what I can do." Tina hesitated at this suggestion. She wasn't entirely sure that she heard him correctly. "You want me to take my blouse off?" she asked apprehensively. "Oh yes, Tina. I really shouldn't try to clean your blouse while you are still wearing it," Mr. Peters explained as he was looking through his desk. "I wouldn't want to accidently touch your breasts." Tina blushed profusely ('Mr. Peters referred to my breasts!' she thought; her heart began to pound). "And, besides, the cleaning fluid might not be good for your skin." Tina looked around the room for somewhere to change her clothes, but the room was entirely empty of any place to hide. She thought perhaps she could squat behind the big easy chair at the corner of the room. She lightly fingered the top button of her blouse as she looked at the chair. "Tina, there is no reason to feel modest or insecure. I have seen the breasts of many young women in my career. I am also your teacher and I have a professional responsibility not to take advantage of you. I am frankly old enough to be your father." When he put it that way, it sounded ok, Tina thought, but she didn't like his statement that he would take advantage of her. She considered herself to be a big girl now and could take care of herself. Besides, she wasn't too sure that she didn't want him to take advantage of her. She slowly unbuttoned her blouse. As she released each button Mr. Peters watched with rapt attention. Tina's breasts were not at all large. They were in fact quite small, but just the realization that this delightfully innocent girl was going to remove her blouse in his office was very arousing. He found his cock beginning to swell. When Tina got to the last button, she hesitated and looked to him. Her baby-blue, spectacled eyes asked for more reassurance. Mr. Peters smiled reassuringly from behind his desk. "Please Tina, do not worry. I am sure that you have very pretty breasts." This wasn't exactly the reassurance she was seeking, but she had to admit that this was in fact some of her worry. She knew that her breasts were small, and Mr. Peters had probably seen the breasts of many beautiful women in his worldly career and travels. She did not want to embarrass herself or disappoint him. She took a deep breath and removed the blouse. Tina was wearing a rather colorless, asexual white bra. She instantly regretted that she had not warn one of her more enticing bras. It's not like she had many of them, as she had no reason to have sexy underwear. No boy had yet attempted to get into her blouse. However, she did have a couple of bras that would certainly be better than the plain thing she now displayed for Mr. Peters. She handed the blouse to Mr. Peters. As he took the blouse, Mr. Peters stated, "Tina, that is a very attractive brassiere . Did you pick it out yourself?" "Golly no, Mr. Peters." In fact, her mother had bought her the bra, along with the rest of the college uniform. She was pleased though that Mr. Peters considered it to be attractive. He had even used the grown-up term, "brassiere." Mr. Peter's attention, however, made her feel more self-conscious and she covered the cups of her bra with her hands. Mr. Peters would have liked to ask her to remove her hands, but for the moment he found the self-consciousness and her awkward effort to hide herself endearing. He reached inside his lower desk drawer and removed a bottle of sparkling spring water. He kept it largely from the view of Tina, not wanting her to know that he really didn't have any cleaning fluid. The sparkling water, however, would be sufficient. He carefully poured a bit of the water into the stains on the blouse and lightly rubbed them. "Yes, this will do the trick. I am afraid though that your blouse is now awfully wet. If you put it back on any one of the boys will be able to see your sexy brassiere right through the wet fabric." 'Mr. Peters even referred to my bra as sexy,' Tina thought. She could feel herself getting a bit excited by the flattery and his attention to her undies. "You might even catch a bit of cold. I think perhaps we should wait a bit for it to dry. What do you think, Tina?" He looked up at her with a smile. "That would be fine, Mr. Peters. I wouldn't want anyone to see me in my bra, except perhaps you, of course." She was again unsure of how he might understand what she said. She didn't mean to actually suggest that she wanted him to see her in her bra, it was just that she trusted him and didn't really mind, but, as she thought about it more, she had to admit, at least to herself, that she did want him to see her in her bra. "But, Miss Andrews, you are clearly doing your best to cover yourself. It seems to me that you don't want me to see your brassiere at all." 'Golly, he did have a point there,' she thought. She didn't want him to think that she didn't trust him, and during the demonstrations in class she even had much more wicked thoughts than just showing him her bra. If Mr. Peters felt it would be alright to stand in front of his desk with just a bra and skirt, then there really shouldn't be anything wrong with it. She slowly let her hands fall by her side. "Tina, that's much better. You really should, you know, feel very proud of your breasts. They are very attractive." Tina looked down at the floor and blushed. She wanted so much for Mr. Peters to find her attractive. She was very glad that she had decided to let him see her bra. Mr. Peters was also delighted. Tina looked very cute in her young girl's bra. Her breasts were quite small, perhaps about a 34B he imagined. However, they fit her figure well. She was a small petite thing, perhaps no taller than 4'11". She looked much younger than her real age. "Tina, what did you think of the demonstrations in class today? Did they make you feel at all uncomfortable?" Mr. Peters asked. "A little bit sir. I had never seen a boy's penis before, and when it shot all that awful stuff on my face I was a little embarrassed." "Well, Tina, any girl would likely be embarrassed by such a thing, at least the first time. But I am surprised that you had not yet seen a young man's erection. You are a very attractive girl and surely must have had many boyfriends." The flattery was delectable. She found herself becoming a little light-headed with this talk of boys and sex with Mr. Peters. "Oh Mr. Peters no, it's so nice of you to say so but I'm afraid that boys are just not attracted to me. I don't think I look old enough for them, if you know what I mean," she said, looking down at the small cups of her bra. "Tina, you shouldn't feel that way at all. I bet you have very pretty breasts." Tina wondered if she could blush any deeper; this talk was so very personal. "I tell you what, why don't you remove your bra and let me be the judge." Tina was thrilled with the thought. She knew that she shouldn't, but he was her teacher and so very handsome. All of the girls would be so very jealous if they knew that he wanted to see her breasts. She didn't hesitate. She wanted him to see her boobies, as she liked to call them. However, she could not look him in the eye as she reached back to unclasp her bra. She slowly removed the straps from her shoulders and arms, carefully keeping the cups in place. When her arms had cleared the straps she looked up at Mr. Peters sitting behind his desk and asked, "You won't laugh or anything like that, will you?" "My dear Tina, I will be grateful that you shared with me this most personal exposure. I will be honored to be the first man to see your lovely breasts. Laughter is not the emotion that I feel." She smiled sweetly at him and slowly released her breasts to his view. She again looked down and blushed. They were delightfully attractive titties. They were beautifully shaped, round peaches. Entirely white with a purity of innocence, never having been exposed to the sun or to the eyes of another man. The nipples were quite stiff, pointing up at 45-degree angle, perched attentively at the end of each perky mound. Mr. Peters' cock was now stiff as a board. She squeezed them at the sides with her arms, trying to make look fuller. "You have gorgeous breasts, Miss Andrews," and he was being entirely sincere. "Thank you Mr. Peters. I am so happy that you like them. Do you really think they are attractive? You're not just saying that are you?" "Miss Andrews, as you know, I am divorced. However, I could only hope that my next wife, if I am ever so fortunate, could have breasts as lovely as your own." Tina bathed in his tribute. She could never, of course, hope to marry a man such as Mr. Peters. He was much too old for her and certainly more accomplished and sophisticated for a simple girl like herself. But, it was nice to hear that he found her appealing. She placed her arms somewhat behind her and jutted out her chest a bit to offer a more overt and self-assured display. They did appear to perk up proudly. "Tina, you have two of the finest titties I have ever seen." He looked up to her face to gauge whether she found the use of the term "titties" to be offensive, but she clearly didn't mind at all. In fact, she seemed to find the more sexual term to be preferable. "Do you like the term 'titties' Miss Andrews, or is there a different word you prefer?" "You can call them anything you want, Mr. Peters. Titties is a very nice word. I like to call them 'boobies' myself, but maybe that is too girlish. I sometimes feel that they are not quite big enough to be called 'breasts'." "They might continue to grow Tina, but even now they deserve to be called breasts. Boobies is also a very good word though." Tina was past the age where they would continue to grow but Mr. Peters wanted to give her the encouragement. Tina thought she would call them titties from now on, if that's what Mr. Peters called them. "Let me see them a bit closer," Mr. Peters suggested, moving out from behind his desk. As he walked around to the front of the desk, Tina could not help but to glance down to the front of his pants. She instantly saw the telltale sign that Mr. Peters was getting another erection. She couldn't be happier. She had been a bit jealous that it was Sara who had given Mr. Peters a boner in class, and she was gratified to see that she was already making him excited yet had only revealed her little boobies. She wondered if he would be willing to show her his erection. Perhaps if she asked him politely. He might not approve of showing his erection to girls in his class but it might be the only fair thing to do, given that she is showing him her boobies or, she corrected herself, her titties. She continued to push out her chest, and smiled proudly as Mr. Peters contemplated her lush, delectable young boobs. She even waggled her chest back and forth in a clearly flirtatious manner, watching Mr. Peters' eyes follow their every movement. "You really do like them, don't you Mr. Peters," she said. "I sure do, Tina," he smiled to himself as he watched her wiggle her little titties for him. "Tina, why don't you cup them with your hands and hold them up for me." There really wasn't any need for this, as they were already as perky as they could be. Mr. Peters just wanted to see her holding them, emphasizing the fact that she was displaying them to him. Tina was happy to comply. She cupped her hands under each one and smiled for him. She never felt so pretty in her life. "You are the sweetest peach I have ever seen," exclaimed Mr. Peters. Tina beamed with pride. She used to feel rather insecure and unsure of herself, now she was feeling like a proud young woman, standing in Mr. Peters office wearing only her plaid skirt, white socks, and black Mary Janes, holding up her pert boobies for him to admire. "Tina, why don't you also play with your nipples a bit. You can lick one of her fingers and sort of flick each nipple." She new what he meant. She had done this herself many times. It made her nipples stick out even farther and she liked the warm sensation it gave her inside. She stuck a finger into her mouth to get it good and wet, watching his eyes focused on the insertion of her finger into her mouth. She then began caressing and flicking each nipple with her wet finger. They quickly stood out even more, like her own little erections sticking up in the air to draw attention to her soft white globes. Mr. Peters licked his own lips as he watched her caress her nipples. "Your nipples are lovely Tina. They stand up very well for your age." "You're not just saying that are you Mr. Peters? Are you just trying to make me feel good?" she asked plaintively. "Tina, if you have any doubts, look down a little lower." Tina followed the direction of his eyes to the front of his pants. Her draw dropped in astonishment and joy. Mr. Peters now had a great big boner! 'I have given Mr. Peters a big stiffy, just like he had for Sara,' she thought. "Can I see it Mr. Peters, can I see it, please?" She clapped her hands together and bounced, shaking and wiggling her little titties. "I don't know, Tina. I don't want to take advantage of you. You are a very sweet girl." "But, this would also be a good lesson too, don't you think? I mean, if you can't teach me about a man's thing, who would?" She placed her hands on her knees and leaned into him, giving him her most angelic smile. Her little breasts jiggled a bit with the movement, the nipples pointed at him invitingly. He couldn't resist. He leaned back on the desk and said, "Alright dear, go ahead." Tina wasn't sure what to do. What is the best way to open up a man's pants? She first reached for the zipper, but her little fingers only fumbled at the tight clasp. She kept pulling but it would not come down. She hoped that he wasn't becoming impatient with her. She felt silly not being able to open up his pants. She then switched her attention to his belt. Perhaps she should get the belt off first. She pulled the strap through the buckle and slipped the pin through the hole. That part wasn't easy either, as it was a pretty big and tight belt. She then unbuttoned his trousers. The zipper came down easy after that. She smiled to herself at mastering the task. She parted the front of his pants, and he leaned back further to give her more room. She could now see clearly the large bulge of his penis in his underwear. Actually, she realized she should call it a "cock," as it was certainly much bigger than Teddy's. "Golly Mr. Peters, it looks so big in there." She reached in through the opening of his boxer shorts and touched his cock. "Oh my!" she exclaimed and quickly pulled back. She looked into his eyes. "I'm sorry, it just surprised me." She reached back in and got a firm grasp. It seemed like she could just barely get her fingers around its thick girth. She tried to pull it back through the flap of his shorts but she kept getting it caught in the cloth. She tried again and again but to no avail. She was becoming increasingly frustrated and embarrassed. 'He is going to think that I am a clumsy and silly little girl,' she feared. "Honey, you won't mind if I do this myself, do you? It sometimes embarrasses a man for a woman to take off his pants, and you would be doing me a favor if you let me at least help." He could tell she was feeling a little unsure of herself, and didn't want her to become too self-conscious. She leaned back, happy to be relieved of the responsibility. He stood up and pulled down his pants and shorts, revealing his turgid cock. She gasped in awe. "Mr. Peters, your thing, uh, your cock, is so much bigger than Teddy's." She fell back on her heels, looking up at his towering stiff dick. To her, it was a magnificent sight. She smiled in admiration. "Well, I guess it's now me that gets the flattery," Mr. Peters replied. He did have though a very large cock, measuring about 9 inches when fully erect, but it was still nice to hear her appreciation. He smiled back at her. "Would you like to get a closer look?" "Oh yes, please sir," she clapped her hands. He stepped out of his shorts and pants, kicking them to the side. He reached for her hand and led her to the large easy chair. He sat down on the edge, gently encouraging her to kneel between his legs. She looked bashfully in his eyes. "Oh Mr. Peters, I imagined this moment all day long." She then sat back, again on her heels, placed her hands on his knees and studied his cock. The Lessons Ch. 03 "Mr. Peters, your penis is so manly. Are all men's penis's, I mean cocks, this big? It's awesome; and your testicles; uh, balls, are large too. They remind me of the ones on my neighbor's Doberman." She wasn't so sure that this was a good comparison, but he just laughed in appreciation. "Put them in your hands," he said as he stroked her cheek. She reached out with both hands and cupped his sack. She began by bouncing them up and down, giggling as they wiggled in her hands. "They feel kind of funny. This is really where the sperm is created?" "Yes honey," Mr. Peters replied. Tina then began to softly massage Mr. Peters testicles. She let her fingers drift across the sack, applying enough pressure to carefully feel the contours of the balls contained within. She grasped them firmly in one hand and used the other to lightly stroke her fingers across the stem of his dick. Mr. Peters smiled in approval. "Do you like that Mr. Peters?" "Yes I do honey, very much." Tina got up on her knees to get a closer look. She first lightly stroked her fingers up and down along the shaft, studying carefully the texture and ridges of the skin. She was not so much trying to get Mr. Peters excited; it was still largely a matter of innocent exploration. Mr. Peters, however, found it to be quite stimulating. Tina was particularly mesmerized with the head. It was bright red and fully engorged. "Gee, Mr. Peters, it looks even kind of angry," she wondered out loud. "On the contrary Tina, you are making him very happy." Tina giggled. She traced her finger around the lip of the head and then lightly stroked the skin on the underside. Mr. Peter's cock suddenly jerked away and Tina exclaimed with surprise, "Oops! Did I do something wrong?" "No, honey, it's just that a man's penis can be particularly sensitive there. In fact, the feeling was so wonderful that it was almost too much to bear." She replied, "Oh, yes, Miss Harding explained that in class, I almost forget." Mr. Peters twitched his cock in jerky movements. "I can actually move it like that, if I want." Tina was impressed. "That's pretty cool, it's like it's dancing," she exclaimed, placing her hands on her cheeks as she watched his cock dance around. She reached out and grabbed the shaft fully in her right hand. "Got it, and I am not going to let you get away this time," she said in a mock parental tone. She then pulled it close to her face, rubbing it along the skin of her cheek and across her face. She murmured, "It's awfully warm too, Mr. Peters. It feels real nice against my skin." Mr. Peters found it incredibly exciting to watch her caress her winsome face with his stiff, erect dick. She seemed to be enjoying this immensely, and he didn't want her to stop. She looked up at him and said demurely, "You're so big Mr. Peters, I mean it's just about as long as my whole face." She was actually right about that. His erect dick traversed across almost the full length of her face as she cuddled its stiffness against her cheek. Deep throat would not likely be an option for her. His cock kept bumping her glasses as she moved it back and forth across her cheeks and nose. She leaned back, scowled, and began to take them off. "No, wait, Tina, what are you doing?" Mr. Peters asked. "My glasses are bumping your penis Mr. Peters and I don't want them to scratch you or anything." "Don't worry dear," he replied. "You can leave them on. You won't be able to see as well with them off, and I think your glasses make you look all the more pretty and sexy." She demurely lowered her head and smiled, so very happy with the compliment. She always felt that her glasses made her look like a little girl and that boys would consider her to be much more attractive if she wore contact lenses. But Mr. Peters even liked her better with them on. She looked back up to him and smiled sweetly as she lowered his deck back onto her face, right in between her eyes. She said playfully around his cock, "Peek-a-boo Mr. Peters. It's so big that I can almost hide behind it." Mr. Peters laughed at her childlike playfulness. "Honey, if you keep this up I am liable to shoot my sperm all over your face," he warned her. "That's alright Mr. Peters. I didn't really like it when Teddy came on my face but I wouldn't mind it at all if you did it. You can cum on me anywhere you want." "You keep this up and that won't be very long from now." Mr. Peters was in fact quite close to cumming, having been stimulated throughout the afternoon by the spanking of Sara and the actions of Miss Harding. "Let's at least have this last longer than just a few minutes. Why don't you stop for a second and sit up here on my lap." He patted his lap with his right hand, encouraging her to climb on up. She was happy to do so. She had always wanted to sit on Mr. Peters' lap. He didn't have to ask her twice. She crawled onto his lap but found getting a good seat wasn't that easy with his erect cock sticking up right in the middle. Mr. Peters suggested, "Why don't you raise up your skirt and slip my penis in between your legs." "Good idea Mr. Peters," she acknowledged. She raised the back of her skirt so that it would be out of the way of his cock and then sat down on his right thigh such that his cock rose up through her legs. Mr. Peters was a bit sorry that she did not raise the front of her skirt so that he could see her panties, but perhaps later he could convince her to show more. "Slide a bit more onto my lap Tina so that you don't fall off." Her pulled her closer so that his erection was pressed against the front of her panties and tucked tightly in between her thighs. Tina grinned. She squeezed her thighs together to hold on tightly to Mr. Peters' cock like she was grabbing onto a prize. "Look Mr. Peters, I now have a big penis just like you," she exclaimed. His erection was now poking up through the fabric of the front of her dress. She grabbed the shaft through her skirt with her hand, lightly caressing the head with her thumb. "I can jerk off my boner now just like any boy, and my penis is even much bigger than any boy's little thing," she proudly retorted. She held onto his dick like this for awhile, enjoying the fantasy. "Will you spank me like Miss Harding did Teddy, for playing with my thing in your office," she asked flirtatiously. "Maybe if I keep playing with myself I will just spout my nasty cum inside my pretty dress, and then you will have to clean that too, Mr. Peters." She grinned at him as she was stroking and fondling his cock through her skirt. Mr. Peters again felt that he probably couldn't last much longer. He put her on his lap to slow the process of but that plan was now lost. He did think it would be nice to cum inside her dress. It would be erotic to have the front of her dress thoroughly stained with his cum. However, he still wanted the experience to last as long as he could. He reached down with his right hand and clasped her small bum cheeks. "Tina, I think it's time that I helped you feel good." He firmly grasped her cheeks and lifted her off his lap. She let go of his cock and squealed with mock fright. She actually enjoyed the experience of having Mr. Peters lift her so easily, like he was a big strong man that could just carry her around. Mr. Peters brought her tits up to his face to get a closer look. She brought her arms over his shoulders and wrapped them around his neck to help bring her breasts closer to his lips. He leaned in and kissed the nipple of her right breast. "Oh Mr. Peters," she gasped. He then began to lick and suck her nipple. It had already been quite erect but now it lengthened a bit more. Its prominence was quite evident relative to her small titties. Tina felt like a real woman, suckling her math teacher with her womanly breasts. She used her left arm to bring his head deep into her breast and moaned softly in his ear. "Oh Mr. Peters, that feels so good. Kiss my boobies. Suck my titties, please." He extended his left arm around more of her bottom so that he could free his right hand to fondle her left breast. She pulled back to make room. Her titty was small but it was still full enough to provide a real handful of her soft pliable warmth. He massaged its contours as she continued to groan and whimper in his ear. He used his thumb and fingers to tweak her left nipple as he continued to suck on the other. She closed her eyes, bowed her head, and let herself be lost in the sensations. He continued for awhile, at times pulling back to admire the sight of her erect nipple, now glistening with the moisture of his lips and tongue. She was so dear, and her other breast felt so nice in his hand, so soft, pliant, and tender. He at times squeezed a bit hard but she only gasped with arousal rather than protest. She in fact began to move her chest in his lips and hands to encourage him in his effort. "Oh Mr. Peters, you treat me so well," she gratefully whispered in his ear. She knew his arm must be getting tired and so she moved her legs so that she could be kneeling on the outside of his legs. This now allowed him to use both hands. He moved his lips to her left breast, and began to nurture and suckle this breast as he fondled the other. Tina began to involuntary move her hips as she became more and more excited. Mr. Peters then took his right hand and slipped it up under her plaid skirt. He first just grasped her tiny bottom, squeezing it affectionately, tracing the contours of her fanny through the cotton fabric. He then slowly followed the edge of her panties from her bottom, across her thighs, and then down to her cunt. Her panties were quite wet with arousal. He gently traced the outline of her cunt through her panties. "Yes, please Mr. Peters, please touch me there." He massaged the lips of cunt through her panties. He even thought that perhaps he could feel the outline of her clitoral hood. She was very aroused indeed. She hid her head in his neck as she spread her legs farther apart to give him more room. He slipped his fingers under the fabric of her panties to touch her warm, wet lips. She gasped in delight. He began to lightly caress the lips of her cunt, sometimes going up and down the length of her cunt, at other times circling around and around in small wet circles. He would linger on her clitoris, pressing down on the stiff button as he massaged the tip and hood. Tina brought her mouth to Mr. Peters ear and breathed heavily. "Oh my goodness," she whispered. He stopped long enough to pull aside the front of her panties to fully expose her young cunt to his fingers. She brought her hand down to help. He thought perhaps that it might be a good time to take her panties off completely but he didn't want to stop what they were doing. Enough was now exposed to his touch to allow more freedom of movement. He went back to her slit and carefully, slowly worked his away deeper into her lips. It was not hard, as she had very little hair and was almost dripping in moisture. He found her hole and slowly inserted his finger, circling around and around like a screw to slowly work its way in. "Oh my, oh my," she gasped. He now had almost half of his finger into her cunt, and he began to massage the inside, making small circling motions and slow tender withdrawals and insertions. She whispered in his ear, "Mr. Peters, you have your finger in my vagina." "Your cunt," he replied, "call it your cunt." She blushed and whispered even more quietly, "My, my cunt Mr. Peters, you have your finger in my cunt, and I like it so much," she began kissing him on his cheek and neck as he fingered her cunt. She was very tight. He understood that she was still a virgin and he did not want her virginity to be taken by just a finger, nor even necessarily by him. For the moment, he was very happy to just finger-fuck the opening of her cunt. He used his thumb to continue to massage her bud. Tina was beginning to lose all control. She was gasping with excitement, repeatedly kissing his neck and check, stroking his back and head with her little hands. She pushed back from him and cupped her breasts. Her face was contorted in sexual excitement, eyes squinted shut, tongue licking her lips. She massaged her tiny breasts in front of him, knowing that he enjoyed the sight, and she began to rise and fall on his finger. "Mr. Peters," she said in her girlish voice, "I want to fuck your finger, please let me fuck your finger." She began to slowly circle her hips around and around on his finger, at times as well rising up and down, enjoying so much the sensation of his thick, manly finger stuck well inside her cunt. The show was too much for him to stop. He just leaned back and watched as she enjoyed her slow dirty dancing on his finger. He wanted to lift up her skirt so that he could see, as well as feel, her little cunt. He imagined that it must be so very sexy and cute. He could tell that her clitoris was quite distended, more so than he has seen in many women. She also had very little hair, which he knew he would find very charming. It would only add to her youthful and innocent appearance as she fucked his finger with such open sexual abandon. However, he also felt that if he raised her skirt to look he might break the mood, making her feel self-conscious. She clearly did not feel at all self-conscious at the moment, and he wanted her to continue to enjoy this time as much as possible. He would probably have more opportunities in the future. Best to let her have her fun; his turn would come later. Her eyes were closed shut as she rocked on his finger, deep in her thoughts as she screwed the thick finger of her professor. She imagined that it was his cock, that she was in fact fucking the big cock of her professor, but it also drifted at times as well to other persons, to an 8th grade music teacher on whom she had also had a crush; to Jimmy Edwards, an older boy who lived down the street when she was 12; to the rock star, Justin Timberlake. She almost laughed when she thought about him; it did seem a bit silly to think about him. She smiled at the thought of sitting on the laps of each one of them, fucking their big cocks with her tight, wet cunny. And, then, she even thought of her own daddy. She felt her daddy was very attractive and it was fun to be thinking about sitting on his big cock as well, but she wondered if that was in fact too dirty and she felt a bit guilty. She finally opened her eyes to see Mr. Peters watching her intently. She blushed profusely, not really knowing how long she had been riding his finger or whether he could know of her fantasies. He only replied, "You are simply radiant, Tina; you are a very sexy young woman." She fell back into him, wrapped her arms around his head and pulled his face back into her little tits. She began to pound more heavily on his finger and he in turn more forcefully massaged and stroked her clitoris. He used his left hand to fondle and massage her petite bottom. He wanted to suck and lick her breasts but she was now moving too forcefully and rapidly. He only took satisfaction in watching her little titties bounce and shake as best they could as she worked her cunt up and down on his finger. Her breasts would occasionally bump him in the face; an ineffective but delightful beating. Tina began to breath heavier and to move faster. She was openly gasping for breath, and she pressed his face hard into her breasts. Her hip movement changed from up and down to a more sexual thrusting forward and backward. He shifted his hand to keep his finger firmly lodged in her cunt while his thumb more forcefully massaged her clit. "Mr. Peters, I can't, I don't," she exclaimed in confused passion. "Oh my, I think," she exclaimed as she gripped his finger tightly in her cunt. Her upper body suddenly stiffened while her hips continued to rapidly thrust, but then they too suddenly stopped and she buried her face again deep into his neck and loudly, repeatedly gasped. She held him close for what seemed minutes. She then slowly pulled back and whispered in his ear, "I think I had an orgasm Mr. Peters." He responded tenderly, "You came Tina, you certainly did; you are quite the woman." She affectionately placed light kisses on his neck and cheek, and then turned to his face to provide a strong, lasting kiss on his lips. She leaned back to say, "Mr. Peters I don't think I have ever had so much fun in my life. You have made me very happy." "I would say that the feeling is mutual Tina," he replied. He slowly removed his finger from her cunt and wrapped his arms around her. She sat down on his lap, facing him, her head lying against his large chest. She breathed softly as she played with the hair on his chest through the buttons of his shirt. Her cunt was still exposed beneath her skirt and it was resting on his cock, which by now was only half erect. They both enjoyed the contact. Tina could feel Mr. Peters' tough manhood against the soft, lips of her wet pussy, hoping perhaps someday to use it rather than his finger; Mr. Peter's could feel the soft wet folds of Tina's babyish cunt lips trying to wrap around the girth of his cock. He knew that with her cunt pressed tightly against his cock he would start getting erect once again, but he let Tina continue to rest in his arms. She seemed to be very content to just lie there for awhile, hearing his breathing, feeling his cock against her cunny, knowing that they shared such an intimate moment. Mr. Peters lightly stroked her back. She snuggled in closer. After awhile, she lifted her head and said, "Mr. Peters, you need to have your fun too, you know." "If you wish, dear," he replied." She leaned back, exposing again her petite figure. Her hair was now a bit disheveled, and she was bathed in a small layer of moist perspiration. The moisture on her breasts made them even more appealing. "How would you like to have your orgasm, Mr. Peters?" she asked deferentially. She began to lightly massage his cock with her cunt, slowly moving her small hips. "I would be happy to have it any way you wish, sweety. What would you prefer?" She actually pondered this question carefully. She looked up to the left, curled her brow and brought one of her fingers to her lips as she considered a number of possibilities. "I know, it would be great to have you cum on my face. I bet you have a lot more cum than Teddy, and I so much want to watch it happen. It was exciting to see Teddy spurt all over the place and I bet you can spurt a lot farther than him." "Well, I may have more cum than Teddy and I certainly have been building it up since you arrived" (he left out any reference to the afternoon because it might only make her a bit jealous) "but you don't tend to shoot as hard the older you get." "Mr. Peters, I bet you can shoot out cum real far. Maybe we could see how far?" "Whatever you wish," he replied. He could feel his erection returning as Tina rocked her cunt on his dick. She also could feel it swelling beneath her and she was overjoyed with the attraction she seemed to have for him. "But, Mr. Peters, I also want to taste the cum this time. Miss Harding said that boys like it when you let them cum in your mouth. I would have tasted Teddy's but I was afraid everybody would laugh at me and, besides, it wouldn't be Teddy's cum that I would want to taste." "Tina, I think that would be an excellent idea. I would love to cum in your mouth." "Ok, that settles it," she said decisively. She began to slide back off his lap onto the floor, watching his eyes as her dress slowly slipped across his erect cock. When his cock popped open she turned her eyes to his stiffness. She fell back onto the floor, sitting on the back of her feet with her hands on her knees. "Do you want to play with your thing and then when you come you can aim it for my mouth?" she asked. "I can hold my mouth wide open and catch as much of it as I can." The Lessons Ch. 03 This really wasn't what he was thinking but it was a reasonable suggestion, given what she had seen during class. "I'm afraid that most of it will miss if we try it that way. I was in fact thinking that you could make me cum with your lips and tongue," he tentatively suggested. "Oh, that's a wonderful idea!" she exclaimed. "I would be giving you a blow job" She felt proud to be able to use that term so knowingly. She had in fact thought it would be fun to watch Mr. Peters play with his big masculine cock. It would a much more pleasurable and exciting show than watching Teddy's little penis, and she would even be able to watch it twitch and shoot when he came. But giving him a blow job was perhaps even better. She knew a little bit about blow jobs; at least she knew that this meant she would use her mouth to make him cum, and she certainly doubted that anybody else in class had ever been able to give Mr. Peters a blow job. She would be the first and perhaps only student in her class to blow Mr. Peters. 'This was definitely a wonderful idea,' she thought gleefully. There was one problem. "But you know, Mr. Peters, that I actually have never done a blow job before. I don't know if I will be any good at it. What if I can't make you have an orgasm?" "Tina, I am confident that you will be outstanding. It does take a real woman to give a man a good blow job but I can tell by what you have done so far that you will give me one of the best blow jobs I have ever had." He then reached down and cupped her chin with his fingers, "and I well help you along as you go, don't you worry," he reassured her. She smiled sweetly back at him, "Thank you, Mr. Peters." She perched up on her knees, put her hands on her hips, and asked, "Now, what do we do first?" "Well, I want to first get in a position that is enjoyable for cumming. For me, that is standing up." He stood up in front of her but then quickly realized that the height difference would be problematic. She was so much shorter than him that it would be hard for her to suck on him while she was on her knees, and it would be much too awkward for her to have to bend over while standing. She also recognized the problem, and again displayed the quizzical look as she contemplated the problem. "Hmmm, this is a problem....Oh!, I know" she said as she discerned a solution. She took Mr. Peters hand and turned him around to face the chair. She then got on her knees on the chair. Even while sitting back on her feet her face was at the level of his cock. He did have to lean in a bit, but he could hold onto the arms or back of the chair to keep his balance, and for her to be sitting on the chair was certainly more comfortable than the floor. She was quite proud of her solution. She thought to herself, 'I have even taught Mr. Peters something about blow jobs.' "Excellent idea, Tina. I knew you would be good at this." She beamed with pride over his compliment. However, now there was the more serious problem. She didn't really know what to do. But, it clearly wasn't an insurmountable problem. It wasn't like there were a lot of options. How difficult would this be? On the other hand, she so much wanted to do a good job and make Mr. Peters happy. 'Well, it's probably best just to dive in and learn as you go,' she thought. She bent forward a bit, held onto the backs of his bare legs and began to lick his cock. Watching her little tongue move up and down the cock was enchanting. She was not the least bit reluctant or hesitant. She was licking every inch like it was a tasty ice cream bar. When she realized that she had sufficient balance, she let go of his leg with her right hand and used her fingers to play with his balls. Mr. Peters was a bit ticklish. "Oh my god," he exclaimed. She then used her right hand to steady his cock as she licked all over the engorged red head. She even tried to insert her tongue into the opening of his penis. Her tongue was so small that it seemed that perhaps a bit could fit in but the sight and feel of her fluttering tongue was plenty enough stimulation. She looked up at him through her glasses to see if he liked it. He smiled down in approval and she smiled back with glee and affection as she tickled the head of his cock with her pretty tongue. He could see though that the position was still a bit difficult for her. He leaned forward, encouraging her to sit back on her feet. He positioned his hands on the back of the chair. She could now use both of her hands, and she got right to it. She continued to use her right hand to play with his balls. She used her left hand to stroke the length of his cock. At times squeezing softly, at other times lightly stroking the cock as she licked up and down the shaft and tickled the end with her tongue. She even bent under the cock to try licking his balls. She sucked one of the balls into her mouth and tried to tuck the other in as well with her hand, but they were so big she was worried that she might press too hard. She also had to admit that she didn't like this part as much. Mr. Peters' balls were hairy and occasionally she would have to dig one of the hairs out of her mouth. 'Yuck,' she thought but tried to show no obvious distaste. Mr. Peters though understood. He placed his hand under her chin and lifted her head up so that she could look him in her eyes. As she turned her face upward, his wet cock bumped her nose and she smiled. "Tina, see if you can get the head of my penis, my cock" (he corrected himself) "into your mouth. That way, when I cum, you will be able to get all of it." She was glad not to have to try to lick his balls anymore and took hold of his cock. She opened her mouth wide and came down on the head. 'Golly he is a big,' she thought. She got all of the head in her mouth. She felt good about that. But she had to have her lips pretty wide to do it. She was careful to keep her teeth away from his skin as best she could. With his cock in her mouth, she began to lick around the head as best she could. At times she would even suck on it, like Mr. Peters had been sucking her nipple. She particularly liked doing that. It made her feel like a woman blowing him and a child sucking him at the same time. Mr. Peters could feel Tina's tongue licking the head of his cock inside her mouth. She was doing a great job. It was clearly a tight fit. Her mouth was wide open, not so much to be uncomfortable but enough to give the impression that she clearly had a mouthful. He liked the way she moved her tongue around the tip, using her hand to steady it as she licked and felt his cock within her mouth. Her glasses would at times slide down to the end of her nose, but she wouldn't take the cock out to fix it. She kept her lips firmly gripped around the shaft and just shoved the frame back up with her left hand. Mr. Peters began to slowly push his cock in and out of her mouth. He didn't want to scare her but he did want to see if he could get more of it in. She understood. She also began to move her head in a complementary manner. Leaning in when he was pushing in, and pulling back when he was pulling out. She began to imagine that this is what it would be like if his cock was in her vagina, or cunny as she liked to call it. Mr. Peters was sort of like fucking her in the mouth, and she was fucking him back. She smiled up at him with her mouth full of his cock. His eyes were closed now, enjoying the sensation. She tickled his balls and his eyes opened. He smiled back as he slowly fucked her mouth. She looked so adorable with her lips wrapped around his thick cock. She lied back into the chair and let him fuck her. Even when lying back her young titties were so firm that they still stood up in round white mounds of delectable flesh. He had to return to them. He pulled his cock out of her. She resisted the effort, holding onto his cock. She wanted him to keep it in her mouth, to keep fucking her sweet face. However, he pulled it out to caress her small breasts with his rigid moist cock. It was a striking contrast. His large rampant cock, so powerful and strong in appearance, against her small, tender, girlish breasts. She pushed her breasts together so that he could slide his cock in between them. It wasn't particularly effective, as her breasts were too small to really envelope his cock. However, the gesture was charming. He slowly slid his cock forward and backward in between her breasts. She watched his cock intently. It looked so manly and forceful as it slid in between her boobies. She thought it would be real good fun if he just came right then. It would shoot all over her titties and face. She would be able to see it all squirt out, catch a lot of it in her mouth and rub the rest into her breasts. She did want to see his cock jerk and spit like Teddy's. It must be exciting to see a full grown man cum. Mr. Peters though wanted to cum in her mouth, and she didn't want to disappoint him. She opened up her mouth into a little "O" to encourage him to come back. He got the message. He moved his body up farther in the chair and placed his cock on her lips. She gave the end of his dick a sweet kiss, licked the tip, and then wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock. He slowly pushed his cock back into her mouth, watching her lips expand as more and more of his dick was pushed through her moist, sweet lips. He then began to resume his slow, steady fucking. She brought her hands back up to the shaft to keep the cock firmly in her lips. He move a bit faster in his movements, beginning to now plunge his cock deeper into her mouth. She watched his face closely as he increased the speed and depth of his plunging. He was beginning to lose control of his desires, feeling an intense pleasure and pressure to satisfy his lust within her mouth. He pushed deeper into her mouth and she accepted it. He could see the bulging of her cheeks as he pushed into the sides of her mouth and the squinting of her eyes as he pushed toward her throat. The sounds also became more guttural and sexual. He could hear her the slushing of his cock in and out of her mouth, and her swallowing of the excessive amount of spit that was developing. It was intensely satisfying. She suddenly began to gag as he pushed too fast and too hard into her throat. He tried to pull back but she grabbed his ass to hold him. She shook her head to tell him that it was alright, that she wanted him to continue. Her eyes were watering but she wanted him to fuck her face even harder. He pushed hard again and she started choking and gagging; forcing him to pull out. She leaned forward, coughing repeatedly and holding her throat. He leaned back. She was crying a bit, but not because she was upset. It was just the involuntary reaction from the gagging reflex. He asked her if she was alright. She smiled through the tears, wiped her eyes, and said, "Oh my goodness, Mr. Peters, you are so big that I just can't take all of it." She looked at him apologetically. "I bet with some practice though Tina, you will eventually be able to do it." The thought of being able to practice again and again on Mr. Peters cock was an excellent plan, she thought. "I will be happy to take more lessons from you, if you have the time I mean," she tentatively suggested, holding onto his stiff cock with her soft right hand. She then gripped it tighter and pulled him back into her mouth. He leaned back over her and began again to slowly move his cock in and out of her mouth. He knew that he could not last much longer. He wanted very much to keep doing this for a couple of more hours but he would get blue balls himself if he didn't cum soon. He picked up the pace of his thrusting. She used her left hand to fondle his balls and her right hand to massage the shaft, as he fucked her lovely mouth. The wet slurping noises returned as he plunged in and out. She began to groan softly, enjoying immensely the fact that it was Mr. Peters big cock that she was bringing to ecstacy with her youthful lips. She wanted so much to taste his sweet thick cum. She did her best to encourage him to cum by stroking and licking his cock as best she could with her tongue as it moved rapidly in her mouth. She let go of his balls and grabbed his butt to encourage him to push faster and harder. Mr. Peters then felt the sensation of the inevitable explosion from his nuts. He wanted to wait but it felt so good that he just gave into it and let it quickly rise to its violent eruption. He pushed his cock deeper into her mouth, as close to the throat as he dared go. The first blast of cum shot from his cock deep into her mouth. Tina's eyes opened in shock and alarm. She tried to quickly swallow but it was so much and it just blasted right into her throat. It was so thick she couldn't force it down with her tongue and there was not enough saliva in her mouth to wash it down. Mr. Peters pulled back a bit and shot his second load onto the top of her mouth. It was another large load that only made it even more difficult for her to swallow. She gagged a bit but continued to hold onto his cock and receive more cum. She tried moving her tongue to lick the cum off the roof of her mouth but then felt with her tongue the third shot of cum as it left the tip of his cock. She then relaxed, as she now got a good taste. To her, it tasted great. 'Mr. Peters was shooting his cum right into my mouth,' she thought. 'This is so cool.' She relaxed her grip on his cock. Mr. Peters could tell that she was having trouble swallowing and so he pulled back. The tip of his dick briefly left her mouth and the fourth shot hit right up into a nostril of her pert nose. She grabbed the cock and pulled it back in. However, as it plunged back into her mouth a lot of the cum and saliva were then forced back out through her lips and onto her chin. She knew that she was losing some of it so she used both hands to fully grip his cock to keep it in her mouth through his remaining spurts of jism. He watched from above as her little hands gripped hard on his dick, holding him firmly in her mouth as he emptied the rest of his load. He could see her throat work at trying to swallow as her mouth continued to fill with his juice. It was quite a lot of cum, even for him. He had been building it up all day long and he was now just letting it all release into the sweet mouth of Tina. It was a great way to end the day. Tina stroked his cock as he finished his ejaculation. She wouldn't release his cock from her mouth until she felt that she had gotten all of what was left. She wanted to be sure that she had done a good job. When there appeared to be no more she began to lick the head of his cock within her mouth to begin her cleaning. The sensation was intense for Mr. Peters. He pulled out, and explained to her that the head of the cock is sometimes particularly sensitive right after an ejaculation. She swallowed a couple of large gulps of cum down her throat and then gave him a big pleased grin, showing much of her teeth. She had indeed swallowed quite a bit of cum, although there was still some evident on her nose, chin, and even in her mouth; the sticky, thick substance draped across some of her teeth and hung down from the roof of her mouth. Her cum filled smile was enticing. "Good girl, Tina!" he said with an exhausted praise. He was himself out of breath. His heart was pounding hard, and he even felt a bit light-headed. She was now lightly playing with his balls as she licked her lips clean and swallowed more of the cum she could still feel remaining in her mouth. She thought that it would be much easier if she could have a drink of water but she didn't want him to think that she needed help. Once she felt that much of it was gone from inside her mouth she leaned forward to lick his cock clean of any that might still be stuck to the head or shaft. She wanted to clean his cock like she would the plate at home. She didn't actually clean a plate at dinner with her tongue but her parents had always encouraged her to make a "happy plate," which meant a plate that was completely free of any remaining food. She wanted to make Mr. Peters' a "happy cock," and so licked him thoroughly clean. It was a bit disappointing to see him beginning to get a bit soft, particularly as she was still licking him. But Miss Harding had said that men do need some time before they can get another erection, and nothing could take away from the fact that she had made Mr. Peters cum, and she didn't even really have sex with him. She had just used her mouth and so she was still a virgin. She beamed with pride when she finished cleaning his cock and looked up to him for praise for making a happy plate. He smiled back, and gently wiped the remaining cum from her nose and chin. He started to wipe the cum off of his finger onto the chair but she reached for his hand and licked the cum off his fingers as well. "Thank you Tina, that is so sweet of you," he said. "I think it tastes good, Mr. Peters. I know Miss Harding warned us that some girls won't like the taste of cum. It is a bit salty and gooey but I don't think it tastes bad. I think it's kind of different and nice." She folded her hands in her lap and looked sweetly up to him when she was all done. "Well, Tina, we probably should stop now. I certainly don't have the energy left to give you any more lessons. I might need a few days to recover from this! You did an excellent job." "Can I come by again, Mr. Peters, I mean, I do have lots more to learn I think," she asked tentatively. "Absolutely, Tina. My door will always be open to you, night or day. I should say though that it would be best to keep these sessions secret. I would not want to make any of the other students jealous. If any of the other girls in class found out, I would probably have to provide comparable lessons for them." Tina did not like that idea at all. She would have liked to brag to the other girls about her special relationship with Mr. Peters, but she was not the least bit interested in sharing him with any of them. She was also realistic. She knew that they could not stay together and that he was too old for her, but she did at least want him to herself during her remaining year at Templeton. In any case, it would also be fun to have a big private secret, just between her and Mr. Peters. "Cross my heart, Mr. Peters," as she made a cross in between her sweaty pert breasts, one of which seemed to have a bit of cum that must have dripped off her chin, "I won't tell anyone." "Well, I think that would be best. Now why don't you get your bra and blouse back on and get that cute little bottom of yours on home before your parents begin to wonder about you." She was still staying with her parents. Many of the students at the junior college were still living at home, as it saved a considerable amount of money. "Okey doke," she replied. She got up and put back on her bra. She smiled at him as she was buttoning the blouse, dipping and wiggling her hips a bit to be a bit flirtatious. He did not make any move to put back on his clothes, as he enjoyed watching her dress. She reached under her skirt to readjust the front of her panties. She furrowed her brow as she worked to get the fabric right. Mr. Peters regretted that he still had not in fact even seen her young cunt but he realized that there would be another day for that. When she was done she patted and brushed the dress to try to remove the wrinkles. She then whirled around and lightly stepped out of the room. Just as she was leaving the room she turned back to Mr. Peters, smiled flirtatiously and lifted the back of her skirt to show him her panties. "Goodbye Mr. Peters, see you in class tomorrow." He smiled back as she pranced out of the room and closed the door. To be continued... The Lessons Ch. 04 This is Chapter Four of The Lessons. If you haven't already done so, you are encouraged to read the earlier chapters; otherwise, aspects of the story might not be understandable. Readers who find this chapter enjoyable are obviously encouraged to read the subsequent chapter. In any case, please do provide feedback. There are obvious sequels to this initial series. I have made outlines for some of them. I will be very happy to write them, but there won't be much point if there is inadequate interest. I would also like to hear your suggestions for how to improve the series. Finally, please do vote; especially if you like it! I must admit that getting good votes can be the best form of encouragement (I didn't realize how long it would take to do this, particularly when it came to the copyediting). But, even if you don't, I do hope you enjoy it! * * * * * * * The following afternoon the students arrived on time, and it was evident that most had done their homework. Discipline did appear to be improving. Sara was particularly pleased to come to class. When she had returned home the previous afternoon she went straight to her bedroom. She locked the door so that her parents would not come in unexpectedly, and climbed onto the bed. She got onto her knees and bent over so that her bottom was sticking up into the air. She flipped her skirt over her back and pulled down her panties. The cork was still nicely lodged in her asshole. Mr. Peters had called it an anus, but Sara kept thinking about it as an asshole the rest of the day. It seemed more sexy to call it an asshole, at least when it has a cork stuck in it. She carefully felt the outline of the cork. It was quite a big cork and her asshole felt rather uncomfortable with such a large object lodged inside, but the discomfort was also pleasing in an odd sort of way. She felt her pussy, which was very wet, even a bit swollen. She began to squeeze and stroke her cunt lips, feeling the moisture increase and spread across her young pussy. She began to massage her clitoris with her fingers, circling around and around the clit, at times as well squeezing and pressing it. Sara had masturbated before, but had always done so lying on her back and under the blankets. She now found that it was much more dirty and exciting to do it right out in the open, her bottom stuck up in the air for all to see. She in fact imagined that she was doing this in front of the class, exposing her corked butt and wet pussy to all of the students. She had been terribly humiliated to have to show herself this way in class, but now that she was by herself at home, she could safely enjoy the fantasy. She liked thinking about all the students staring at her, shocked at how she was making such an obscene spectacle. She thought about the boys getting all excited at her display. Imagining them playing with themselves as they stared at her upraised cunny got her more excited. She even imagined that it was Mr. Peters who was fondling and playing with her juicy, swollen pussy. Mr. Peters would never do such a thing. He was her teacher, but that made the thought of him doing so all the more stimulating. She increased the pressure and speed of her manipulations. She groaned softly into the soft, thick bedcovers, hoping that her parents could not hear anything if they happened to walk by her room. Her bottom began to wiggle in the air, circling in a direction complementary to her fingers. She inserted two of her fingers into her cunt, using the palm of her hand to keep pressure on her clit. She grabbed hold of the coverlet with her other hand. She manipulated her fingers in and out of her pussy. The entrance was very tight but she was also so very wet that insertion was not at all difficult. Her pussy began to make squishy sounds as her fingers plunged in and out. She grew a bit more concerned that her parents might hear something, but even that now was part of her excitement. She thought about her father walking in while her butt was in the air, fiercely masturbating herself to an orgasm. She knew her dad would be angry, but he might also find it exciting. Maybe she shouldn't have locked the door after all, she thought. She considered getting up to unlock the door, just to add some risk to her fun, but she didn't want to stop playing with herself. She knew it would not take long, as she had been thinking about this all afternoon and she wanted so much to release her sexual tension. She began to thrust her bottom to help push her fingers deeper into her pussy. She felt so dirty and naughty. She knew she must look like a very smutty girl, her panties down, bottom up in the air, thrusting wickedly into her fingers. Her breathing became heavier and heavier, her thrusts growing in speed and abandon. She began to grunt and groan more loudly into the bed, grasping her cunt hard with her hand as she stuck even another finger deep into her pussy. She was also squeezing hard onto the cork with the lips of her asshole, enjoying the full, stuffed sensation of the large cork crammed into her butt. She imagined it was more than just a cork. She imagined that Mr. Peters had required her to stay after class so that he could adequately punish her, and punish her in a way that was even more personal and intimate than what had occurred during class. She whispered into the coverlet, "Mr. Peters, harder, harder; fuck me so hard Mr. Peters, I am such a bad girl. Fuck my butt Mr. Peters. You have such a big cock, fuck my little bottom with your cock." She imagined Mr. Peters tossing her skirt over her back, leaning over her and ramming his big hard cock deep into her ass as he played with her wet cunt with his fingers. He was so big that she could hardly take it but she had no choice but to comply. He was her teacher and she could not do anything about it. She had to submissively keep her ass up in the air while he fucked her again and again. "Mr. Peters," she squealed into the coverlet, "You're too big, it's too big for me, I don't know if I can take any more" and she then exploded in her orgasm. Her whole body shuddered with excitement, and she pressed down heavily on the cork as if she had a huge turd that had to be released. The cork popped from her butt as if it burst from a champagne bottle and shot across the bed onto the floor. Her body froze in place as she enjoyed the waves of pleasure and the release of tension. It was a few minutes before she relaxed. She slowly lowered her bottom to the bed and covered herself with the coverlet. She was now very grateful to Mr. Peters for his firm discipline. The next morning, as she was having breakfast in the kitchen, she snuck one of the corks off of the hot pad her mother was making with leftover wine corks. She stopped off in the bathroom before she left home and carefully inserted much of it past her anus and into her butt. It wasn't nearly so big as the large cork used to plug the laboratory flasks, but the latter had at times been too uncomfortable to sit on and would also be too difficult to retain throughout the day. She smiled as she squatted on the bathroom floor to insert the cork. 'Wouldn't Mr. Peters be surprised if he saw this today,' she thought. She carefully stood, pulled up her panties, and wiggled her bottom around to be sure that it would stay lodged as she walked the hallways. She then straightened her dress, checked her hair, and went to college. By the time she got to Mr. Peters' afternoon math class, she was quite excited. She had almost lost the cork earlier when she had to go to the bathroom, but she caught it before it fell into the toilet. It was lots of fun to sit in her chair during Mr. Peter's class with her special little secret, feeling the cork lodged in her butt as she politely answered his questions. She imagined that he must know that she still had a cork in her butt, wondering perhaps if she should even show him after class. Some of the other students, however, were still being negligent and disinterested in their studies. Wendy Meadows in particular did not appear to have taken Mr. Peters' warning yesterday sufficiently seriously. Particularly annoying to Mr. Peters was her tendency to ignore his lecture to admire herself in a mirror. Wendy was a very attractive 19 year-old. Wendy's nickname among many of the students was Wendy Whoppers, after her porn star namesake with unusually large breasts. At maximum size, Wendy Whopper's breasts had been a whopping 80HHH, coupled with a delightful 21 inch waist and 34 inch hips. Wendy Meadow's breasts were not, of course, nearly so large. However, she was, ironically, the size of Wendy's current measurements (38E; Ms. Whoppers reduced them after leaving the strip club circuit) and this was still plenty large, particularly for a young woman attending Templeton; even larger than the prominent breasts of Miss Harding. Wendy Meadows, like Wendy Whoppers, was also quite pretty. She even reminded Mr. Peters of Reese Whitherspoon, particularly in the role of Elle Woods in Legally Blonde. She even had the cute girlish voice. Admiring herself in a mirror was then understandable, but still not appropriate during math. "Wendy, if you paid as much attention to the figures in your book as you do to your own figure, I suspect that you could even pass this class," Mr. Peters suggested sarcastically. A few of the students chuckled. Wendy was still annoyed at having to clean up Teddy's cum with her own scarf. She found that task to have been very disgusting, not the sort of thing a girl of her character and popularity should have had to do. Besides, it seemed to have left an odd aroma in her purse. It wasn't actually unpleasant but it was distinctive and certainly not befitting a girl of her nature. She looked petulantly at Mr. Peters. Boys usually demonstrated considerable respect for and deference to her wishes. She was not familiar with persons, even teachers, demanding her submission. She snapped, "Mr. Peters, it is my own figure that will get me ahead in life, not the figures in this book." The whole class went quiet. On the one hand, she was probably right, and the students wondered if perhaps Mr. Peters might at least appreciate this fact. However, Mr. Peters was more concerned with establishing discipline within the class than with engaging in a logical debate. "Perhaps you would like to demonstrate this fact to the rest of the class, Miss Meadows?" he asked. Wendy was confused as to his meaning. Some of the boys did interpret his remark with a particularly enticing meaning but they could not believe that he really meant it that way. They grinned though, contemplating the thought. "I don't understand, Mr. Peters," she responded tentatively. She worried that perhaps she had in fact gone too far. She remembered what happened to Sara and Teddy yesterday but nothing like that would likely happen to her. She would just have to pout or giggle, and boys, as well as men, would give in to her. "I think you understand perfectly well, Wendy. Please come up to the front of the class." The boys in the class watched with anticipation as Wendy walked to the front of the room. Her large breasts seemed to sway even with such minimal movement. Wendy in fact did walk with a natural wiggle to her hips. She seemed to take somewhat smaller steps than most girls, as if she was walking on heals when in fact she was wearing the standard Mary Janes. Mr. Peters wondered if she had in fact studied the character of Elle Woods in Legally Blonde, purposely copying her walk. The resemblance was striking. The short steps gave her hips a minor but perceptibly alluring swing. Anyone who appreciated the sight of an attractive bottom walking down the street would certainly notice. Mr. Peters met her at the front of the class. She looked up at him inquisitively, fluttering her eyelashes in an her usual effort to sway and control the males around her. She presented a childish pout, waiting for him to bend to her will. "Miss Meadows, I do appreciate that you have an excellent figure." Wendy smiled to herself. She now knew she had him. It was unusual for a teacher to comment so directly on her figure. He would probably give her a stern lecture and then let her return to her seat. "Let's share this figure with the rest of the class. Yesterday we were fortunate enough for Teddy to demonstrate the features and functions of the male genitalia. Perhaps today you could share your good fortune with the class and offer your breasts for our consideration." Wendy's mouth dropped in alarm and horror. The girls were equally shocked at the suggestion, and the boys sat up in excited anticipation. "Mr. Peters," she exclaimed, "I simply can't imagine doing anything like that. You can't be serious." "I think by my actions yesterday, Wendy, you would appreciate that I am indeed quite serious. You in fact avoided punishment yesterday only because we could not afford any more time away from the usual studies. However, this is a new day and you have managed to display only further impudence. It is evident to me that you will need to be punished." Without waiting for a response she turned Wendy around to face the blackboard. "Oh my," Wendy exclaimed, as Mr. Peters placed one hand around her thin, 21 inch waist, and pushed down on her shoulders. "I want you to place your hands on your knees Wendy, but keep your legs straight." "Oh Mr. Peters, really, this is very inappropriate." She was annoyed with herself for letting it get this far. Her breasts had apparently let her down, and she was uncertain what she should try next. Mr. Peters tossed her skirt over her back and she gasped with shock. She was not wearing regulation panties. In fact, hers were much worse than Sara's. She was wearing pink lace panties. "Miss Meadows!" Mr. Peters exclaimed. He was himself appalled at this gross violation of the school dress code. The dress code was one aspect of decorum that the students generally obeyed. The boys were ecstatic. The girls didn't know what to think. They knew that Wendy was vain about her appearance, always lording over them the size of her breasts, but they never thought that she would go this far. Wendy quickly let go of her knees, stood up, and hid her face in her hands. She was mortified to have her secret be exposed. She often wore sexy underwear to school. She was very careful not to let anyone notice them (unlike Sara). She just enjoyed wearing the sexy underthings because they made her feel prettier. She liked to imagine what the boys would do if they knew what she had on underneath. The sexy panties also helped her to be more assertive with men. She considered them to be a source of self-confidence and even maturity. They were undies that only an adult would wear, not like the childish white panties that the college required. However, now they had become a source of humiliation. "Miss Meadows, does your brassiere match your panties?" She nodded quietly through her hands, not having the will to speak or even to look him in the eyes. There was no point now in denying anything. "I want you to turn and to face the students," he commanded in a stern voice. Wendy slowly turned around and withdraw her hands. She hung her head down in embarrassment. "Wendy, I want you to tell the class why you are wearing a sexy bra and panties." She turned to Mr. Peters and asked imploringly, "Must I really, Mr. Peters. I will be a good girl now. I will go right home and change, honest I will." He replied, "Wendy, it's a little late for that. Now explain to us why you are wearing such lacy underthings." "I just feel pretty in them," she explained. Mr. Peters contemplated her answer. He knew that Miss Meadows valued heavily her physical attractiveness and appearance. But this explanation was precisely this reason that she was now in trouble. Mr. Peters felt she needed a lesson that being pretty was not the path to success. "Well, let us then be the judge of that. Let us see if they indeed make you look pretty." "What do you mean, Mr. Peters?" "You keep asking me that, Miss Meadows, when I think you know precisely what I mean. I want you to take off your tie, unbutton your blouse, and remove it so that we can see if your brassiere does indeed make you look pretty." "Mr. Peters!" She instinctively brought her arms to her chest, crossing them in front of her as if she was already naked in front of the class. The boys were leaning forward in anticipation. The girls were blushing in sympathy. "I can't do that. There are boys here," she implored. Mr. Peters was not impressed. "You have already shown them your panties; I would imagine that your brassiere is less personal than your panties." Wendy couldn't believe this was happening. She was very proud of her breasts, and she did love her new lacy bra, but it wasn't right to let so many boys see her like that. She leaned in close to Mr. Peters, trying to appeal to his sympathy and perhaps his own prurient interests. "Mr. Peters," she said very softly, "Maybe I could just show you later, personally, in your office?" Tina, sitting in the front row, heard this and instantly became concerned and angry. To Tina, Wendy always seemed to be getting away with things just because she had the big titties, and now she was using them to take her place with Mr. Peters. Mr. Peters, however, could not be seduced. "Wendy, if you put this off any longer, it will be more than your blouse that you will have to remove." Tina smiled and Wendy blanched. "Yes sir," she replied deferentially. She couldn't believe she was doing it, but there she was, undoing first the regulation black tie. When she was finished with that, she looked up to Mr. Peters again with a plaintive expression. Getting no reaction, she began to slowly undo the buttons of her blouse. The boys in the class waited breathlessly. This would be a real treat. They could see well the outline of her full breasts through her simple white blouse. Her breasts stood out boldly, although Miss Meadows did not feel so bold at the moment. With each button they could see more of the pink lace and even a bit of an enclosed breast. When she reached the last button she began to pull the tails out from the waist of her plaid skirt. She took off the tie completely and carefully laid it across Mr. Peters' desk. She then unbuttoned the cuffs on her sleeves, sighed, turned her back to the class and removed the blouse. Simply the sight of Wendy's bare skin was exciting to the boys. The fact that she was now only wearing a bra and that they could see its straps was giving many of them an erection. She at first held the blouse across her chest, hoping that Mr. Peters might be satisfied with seeing that she was indeed wearing a pink bra. He could tell from the strap going across her back. But, he gestured for her to place the blouse on his desk. She first carefully folded it so that there would not be any wrinkles, keeping her arms covering as much of her breasts as possible, which was an impossible task, given their size, and then laid the folded blouse beside her tie. She took a deep breath and turned to face the class, her arms carefully folded across her expansive chest. Her face was a deep red; her expression revealed her severe discomfort. The boys leaned forward in their chairs; many of the girls looked away in vicarious discomfort. "Miss Meadows, one can hardly provide a reasonable judgment when they are hidden behind your arms." Mr. Peters was now clearly referring to her breasts rather than her bra, but it was understandably difficult to talk about one without thinking of the other. Wendy tapped her foot as she ruminated over what to do, she looked down to the floor, winced, and then dropped her arms to her sides. Many of the boys gasped with awe. They were quite a sight. Anybody could tell her breasts were big when she wore a blouse, but now that they were no longer so hidden by the loose fabric and were out in the open, their enormous size was even more apparent. The bra was also indeed very sexy. It was a pink three-quarter, demi cup underwire, with lace trim that nicely accentuated her exposed cleavage. There was even a little bow for the chestband. And, the breasts themselves were enormous and enormously sexy. One could understand why Wendy was so proud. The Lessons Ch. 04 The girls looked with surprise and envy. Their own breasts were simply titties in comparison. Wendy had resplendent globes swathed in delicate pink lace. They filled the cups of her bra like they were huge round balloons stuffed into the lace. The other girls felt quite insecure, even despondent. Tina in particular was not happy to see how big Wendy was. She wondered if Mr. Peters was as excited as the boys. Wendy noticed the reaction. She had expected laughter, with the boys howling at her shame and the girls shrieking in joy at her discomfort. There instead seemed to be simply a stunned silence. The boys were just clearly impressed, perhaps even ecstatic at her display. Many of the girls seemed to be even jealous. Some were scowling, while others self-consciously placed their arms in front of their own chests in a begrudging admission that they had nothing that could compare. Even Mr. Peters seemed to be impressed. He was standing with his back slightly turned to the class and could not seem to take his eyes off her large pink breasts. 'Perhaps this wasn't so bad after all,' she thought. 'I do so much like the attention boys pay to my breasts. Standing here in my bra really isn't so much different than wearing a bikini. In fact, a bikini would be much more revealing than this bra.' This was only partially true, as one would see a bit of her areolae through the lace, and she was forgetting the fact that the lace of her brassiere made it much more of a personal, erotic display. Nevertheless, she didn't wear bikinis because of her breasts size, and it wasn't like she was actually naked. She even brought her arms behind her back and clasped her hands, thereby pushing her breasts out further to give them even more prominence. They were indeed her best feature and she should make the most out of them. She thought she might even begin to enjoy this. Mr. Peters spoke first. "Wendy, I must admit that they are indeed wonderful. You have breasts that any young man would surely appreciate." She now blushed with his praise and admiration, and smiled appreciatively. She used her shoulders to suggestively wave her mounds to the class, following the eyes of the boys as they watched them jiggle with each movement of her hips and shoulders. She did feel a bit self-conscious to be talking so openly about them, and to be blatantly putting them on display like this, but Mr. Peters' punishment seemed to be turning into a naughty game. Mr. Peters looked back to the class, noticing the wide eyes of the boys and the ambivalent reactions of the girls. Tina, in particular, looked a bit distressed, and he quickly realized his mistake. He looked back to Wendy, "I must admit though, Wendy, that I am perhaps a bit idiosyncratic in my own taste. I personally prefer small, petite breasts." Tina's face lit up in gratitude, 'I am still his favorite,' she thought, while Wendy looked confused, even crestfallen. Wendy could not understand why he had to say something like that. There seemed to be no reason to just insult them when she was willing to show them to the class. Mr. Peters could tell that it would be difficult to keep them both happy. He turned back to the class. "But, let's ask the class for their opinion. Boys, how many of you find Wendy's breasts to be attractive?" All of them raised their hands, and many of them waved them, hoping that perhaps Mr. Peters would call on them to demonstrate his appreciation in person. Mr. Peters turned back to Wendy and smiled, "I guess the masses have spoken Wendy, I have been overruled." She perked up again. She would have preferred Mr. Peters to also be enamored with her breasts but at least he was honest that he was alone in his opinion; the boys clearly loved her; and she now understood why she had more difficulty controlling Mr. Peters. If he liked them small she wouldn't have much power over him. "I told you Mr. Peters. Boys do like my figure," she exclaimed proudly. "You are right about that. Let's now see how well the panties match." Wendy's hand went to her mouth. She wasn't so sure about this. It was difficult enough standing in front of the class without her blouse, but now without her dress? "I don't know, Mr. Peters." "Wendy, if I had continued the spanking you would have had to remove your dress anyway. This way you won't suffer the additional humiliation of being spanked. If you had obeyed the school rules, you would be wearing a plain white bra and panties, no more enticing than a bathing suit. Any one of the girls in this class would feel comfortable with revealing such modest apparel" (all of them in fact scrunched back in their chairs, hoping that Mr. Peters was not in fact thinking of using one of them as an example). "You, however, are uncomfortable precisely because of what you chose to wear today. Now, let's see the complete outfit, but, if you prefer, you can bend over again for a spanking." This was becoming a punishment once again. "Well, ok, but I don't know if this is such a good idea." She unfastened the clasp on her waist. She leaned over a bit to get the clasp undone. The boys strained to see more of her breasts as her cleavage opened. Her bra waved as her breasts strained the grips of the straps. She unclasped the skirt and again turned her back to the students, pulling the skirt aside. She carefully but nervously folded it so that there would be no wrinkles. Her bottom, wrapped snuggly in her lace panties, was exposed to the class. She placed her skirt on her blouse, and, with considerable trepidation, she turned back to face the class. She stood with her hands folded in front of her panties. Her panties did match her bra. They were pink lace bikinis, tight to the skin. One could even seen the outline of her mound, a small bulge of delectable flesh between her legs. The lace was thin enough that many of the boys would swear that they could see the lips of her cunt. They had been similarly straining to see her nipples through the lace of her bra. It was both tantalizing and frustrating, but nobody was complaining. She looked so sexy. She looked like she was a model in a girlie magazine, yet she was in fact Wendy Meadows, all exposed for their amusement and pleasure. There wasn't a limp cock in the class. Wendy had tremendously large breasts but was unusually thin in the waist. Most girls with naturally large breasts were also a but chunky, but not Wendy. She had a 21 inch waist and 34 inch hips, similar to Wendy Whoppers. She was a lovely sight. Many (probably all) of the boys would have been happy to jerk off just with her standing there in front of them. Her lacy bra covering her large mounds and tight sexy panties contrasted well with her white socks and black Mary Janes. She shuffled her feet in nervousness as boys stared and fantasized. Her resemblance to Elle Woods further enhanced the pleasure for the boys. It was if it was Reese Witherspoon herself, standing in front of one of her college classes, stripped to her bra and panties. That would have been a nice scene, they thought. On the other hand, seeing Wendy Meadows standing at the head of the class in her lacy bra and panties, trying ineffectively to preserve her modesty, was just as exciting as imagining that it was Elle Woods. "Wendy, this is indeed a gross violation of school rules." Mr. Peters' voice brought them all back to reality. "I want you to resume the position." "But Mr. Peters, I took off my dress, just like you asked." She now tried to cover her breasts and cunny with her hands, no longer feeling that it was helpful to cooperate. "I did everything you said. Why must you spank me now," she pleaded desperately. All that she said was true. She was now standing in front of the class in her sexy underthings, yet he was still going to give her a spanking. "Showing off your lacy panties and bra for all of the boys to see is as much a reward as it is a punishment. I can tell that you enjoy the attention. You must also be chastised for your rudeness and certainly for violating the school rules regarding decorum. We all enjoy seeing you show off your pink panties but the fact is that you must learn to wear regulation white cotton panties. Now resume the position." Wendy could feel a tear coming to her eye as she turned her back to the class, bent over and placed her hands on her knees, being sure to keep her legs straight. The posture was now enticingly erotic. She looked like she was posing for a naughty girls web site. Her cute bottom was especially attractive and provocative, encased by the taut pink panties. The mound of her cunny was also now clearly evident through the sexy lace, poking out between her legs, waiting to be stroked. Mr. Peters could feel his dick expanding in his pants. He moved to Wendy's left side, not only for the spanking but also to hide his cock from Sara. He knew that it would upset her if she could tell that he was getting excited by Wendy's upraised butt, waiting for her paddling. "After each swat, I want you to count the number and say, 'Please don't look at my pink panties.'" He knew this would be particularly embarrassing, as every eye in the class was glued to her sweet cheeks and cunny. "Yes sir," she replied. SMACK! "One sir, and please don't look at my pink panties." The swat jostled her a bit and her heavy breasts wobbled in her bra. She hoped so much that they would not fall out. She concentrated on keeping her balance, coming to tears knowing that every boy in the class had such a revealing view of her pantied butt. SMACK! "Two, sir, and please don't look at my pink panties." She wondered why she had to openly refer to them; it only drew more attention to her exposed bottom. She did like having the boys appreciate the way she would swing her hips when she walked, but not like this, not exposed in such a lewd manner. SMACK! "Three sir, and please don't look at my panties." She removed her hands from her knees to cover her face. She was so terribly embarrassed and ashamed. She kept her legs straight though and butt elevated. Mr. Peters stopped. Letting go of her knees was another violation. "Wendy, you must not disobey." He reached for her panties and pulled them down to her knees, exposing the crack of her ass and the lips of her cunny. Wendy squealed in protest and fright. She quickly reached back with her hands to hide her cunt lips. "Mr. Peters, this is outrageous. You can't show them that!" She started to stand up but his firm hand on her back let her know that she must continue to obey. "Please remove your hands, Wendy. It will only get worse if you continue to hide your vagina with your hands." Referring explicitly to her cunt made her feel even more self-conscious, making it evident that the boys would be able to see her most private part. She groaned in dismay and removed her hands, placing one back on her knee and the other she scrunched up and bit with her lips, trying to keep herself from crying out loud. The students gasped at the sight. She was indeed revealing her cunt lips for everyone to see, with only a few strands of hair to hide them. They were delectable cunt lips. Two small hills of soft flesh, parted by a tender, inviting crack, framed by her thighs and complemented by the much larger hills and crack of her butt. "Wendy, you did not return both hands to your knees. I want you to now clasp your hands behind your knees and do not let go." She obeyed instantly, but the posture forced her to expose more of her cunt, as well as causing the cheeks of her butt to spread somewhat. Her butt now took on a delightful heart shape, and if one looked close enough, one could see her anus peeking out through the widening crack. A number of the boys were pointing and whispering about the view. The girls who had previously felt jealous of Wendy were now feeling sympathetic. She looked so exposed, even lewd, thrusting her fanny out to the class, revealing her cunny and anus, her pink panties wrapped around her thighs. Sara, however, didn't share this opinion. It still wasn't as bad for Wendy as it had been for her. At least Wendy didn't have a cork stuck in her butt. But she then squirmed in her seat to remind herself of the nice awkward sensation and the memory of being the center of the stage yesterday. She didn't want to have to go through that again, but it had been awfully arousing. She wondered if Wendy was getting excited. Sara realized that she wanted to try to play with herself in the class. Nobody would probably notice. Wendy was certainly the center of everybody's attention. She leaned forward a bit, pretending that she wanted to get a closer look and she reached down into her lap to play with her cunny. 'This is fun,' she thought. "I am afraid that I am out of corks, Wendy. Do you think that you will be able to control your bowels?" 'Why does he have to keep referring to her like that', she thought. "Yes sir, I will be good." "No, I'm afraid that you might also loose control and I don't want you to embarrass yourself in front of the whole class," as if this hadn't already happened. He reached for the small school flag that was posted on all of the teachers' desks. He plucked it from the stand, licked the end, and gently inserted it into Wendy's rear end. The boys began to chortle. Wendy could tell that he had inserted something into her anus but she didn't know what. She twisted ineffectively left and right to try to see what everybody found so funny but the movement only had the effect of waving the flag. The flag was nicely positioned with Wendy's bottom so highly poised, and Wendy amplified the effect by wagging the flag with her hips. "Now that is showing very good school spirit, Wendy," Mr. Peters smirked. Even the girls had to laugh at that. The flag, however, did complicate the spanking. Its presence would require Mr. Peters to be careful in his swatting, as he did not want to injure Wendy's rectum by plunging the staff deep into her hole. However, its location was precisely where he enjoyed spanking. He stood back and contemplated his dilemma, which also gave him more time to appreciate Wendy's dilemma. "I tell you what Wendy, we will forgo the rest of the spanking if you agree to assist me through further class demonstration." Wendy hastily agreed. Nothing could be worse than this, she thought. "Very good. I want you to then carefully stand, keeping the flag lodged in your anus. I suspect that you will have to grip down on the pole with your sphincter. Then turn around and again face the class." Wendy did as she was told. She was very happy to end her immodest posture. Keeping hold of the flag was not easy though, as it was more of a stick than a pole. She had to clench hard with her cheeks and anus. It gave her the sensation of trying to hold back a fart or a pee. It was quite uncomfortable, and she couldn't help but squirm as she faced the class, causing her breasts to wobble and shake in her tight bra. She kept her eyes focused on the floor, demurely covering her vaginal area with her hands, the flag in her butt a constant reminder of her humiliation. Mr. Peters didn't mind her effort to hide her nakedness, as the pose made her look all the more enticing. There was something alluring about her trying to be modest when she is standing in front of everyone in her lacy bra, panties at her knees, and a flag poking out of her bottom. Mr. Peters himself had to smile at the sight. He walked behind her and reached for the clasp of her bra. "With your panties at your knees Wendy, it would seem appropriate to also drop your brassiere," before she could register a protest he unclasped her bra and it quickly felt to her wrists. Her full large melons were briefly fully exposed. The boys exclaimed in joy and the girls gasped. Wendy alertly covered her breasts with one hand, keeping the other in front of her cunt. It was a difficult effort, as her arms were entangled in the straps of her bra and her breasts were so large that she could do little more than just hide the nipples. She tried crouching a bit, which did offer a bit more protection but the movement also had the effect of jiggling her boobs and demonstrating her cleavage, as well as poking out the flag. Through all of this she did manage though to keep her cheeks clenched to hold onto the flag. She looked up at her teacher, exclaiming, "Mr. Peters, I am so completely naked now. Must I show them everything?" she pleaded. "Miss Meadows, this whole exercise began with the intention of demonstrating to the class the attractiveness of your figure. It would seem only appropriate to do so without the hindrance of articles of clothing. I'm sure you can appreciate my concern." She had to acknowledge that he did have a point, but, 'gee whiz,' she thought, this did seem to be going a bit far. Nevertheless, she knew that she had agreed with the class demonstration. Her current exposure was also substantially less demeaning than her prior pose. She stood up straight again, and moved the hand that was covering her right breast back to her cunt. 'My pussy is not a part of my figure. I can at least keep this part hidden,' she thought. The class was entranced. Her breasts were undeniably gorgeous. They were exceedingly large but at her age they were still quite firm. They stood up very well despite no longer being supported by her bra. Some might have considered them to be too large, as they were disproportionate to her waist and hips, but it was the appearance of two humongous tits attached to her chest like gigantic melons that made them so appealing and sexy. What was so provocative was their grossly disproportionate size. Mr. Peters again had difficulty hiding an erection. "As you can see, class, Miss Meadows does indeed have very attractive bosoms." Wendy blushed at his use of the word, speaking so openly about how naked she was in front of the class. As least though he was openly admitting that they were attractive. "They stand up very well despite their size. These are breasts that will make a future husband very happy." None of the boys would disagree with that. All of them were imagining what they would like to do with him. Wendy "Whoppers" was living up to her nickname in spades. The girls were again feeling jealous. "A young woman can also accentuate the attractiveness of her breasts in a number of ways. First, by pushing into the sides of the breasts with her arms. Wendy, why don't you demonstrate this for the class," Mr. Peters instructed. Wendy knew what he meant. She had often struck this, and other, poses for various boys and teachers, in her efforts to beguile them into doing things for her. She placed her arms to the sides of her globes, then pushed them inward, thereby forcing them out toward the class. The boys appreciated the effect. Her boobs lifted up somewhat and the cleavage was exaggerated. Her face became beat red as she noticed how stiff her nipples had become with the provocative way she was now showing off her boobs. "Miss Meadows hardly needs any help to augment the presentation of her breasts but you can see the improvement in appearance with this simple gesture." The boys nodded in agreement and appreciation. "For this next demonstration, Wendy, you will need both of your arms." He removed the bra hanging from her wrists. She looked up at him with some alarm, acceding to the removal of the bra but keeping at least one hand in front of her pussy. "Oh, but Mr. Peters, I will have to then expose, you know, I won't be able to hide" "Your pussy?", he finished the sentence for her. "Don't worry honey, you have a fine layer of hair that will more than protect your dignity." He finished removing the bra from her arms and placed it along side the blouse on his desk. She had moved her hands back to her crotch but he firmly took her hands and moved them just below her breasts. "Another way for a woman to accentuate her bosom is to fold her arms right underneath." He stepped back to let Wendy demonstrate for the class. She briefly hesitated, knowing that her cunny would no longer be hidden. However, she folded her arms beneath her breasts, fighting the urge to bring her hands down to hide her pussy. She did though try to squeeze her thighs together to hide the lips of cunny, yet also keep her knees spread enough to prevent the panties from slipping down. The posture made her look a bit silly but at least her modesty was still protected. The Lessons Ch. 04 She knew what Mr. Peters meant about the arms. After she folded her arms beneath her breasts, she used them to then lift her breasts up somewhat. "Excellent, Wendy," Mr. Peters approved. "You can see class that the arms can act as an additional underwiring of a brassiere, lifting them up higher to give them a more perky appearance. This is particularly helpful when the woman is lacking an effective brassiere or, in this case, is in fact naked. Using the arms in this manner is also quite subtle because the posture is rather casual, perhaps even giving the appearance of being disinterested, when in fact she is pushing her boobs up higher to give them more prominence and attention. The arms also highlight the breasts nicely, drawing your attention to what's being framed." "When a woman frames the breasts in this manner, it's frankly hard not to look at them, so prominently displayed with the nipples sticking out over the arms. If she is talking to you, you want to look her in the eyes but you just can't help letting your own eyes trail down to her chest, and, believe me boys, the girl can tell where your eyes are looking. In a case like this, no self-respecting male would look anywhere else but these magnificent hooters." It was a bit embarrassing for Mr. Peters to call them "hooters," but Wendy was so proud of her breasts and it was good to hear that they were probably looking at them rather than her cunny; another reason to be happy that her breasts were so large. She could indeed tell that the boys were looking at her "hooters," as Mr. Peters called them. A few of them would look down to her cunny but they did not stay there long. The action was on top. She began to relax a bit, enjoying the compliments being given to her by Mr. Peters. It should be clear to everyone that she did have the best boobs in the class, and perhaps she should feel that it is only right that it is her boobs that are chosen for presentation. "Another way to display them is to place your arms behind the head. You can do so by pretending to stretch because you are so tired, or you can even be a bit obvious about it by leaning back a bit and clasping your hands behind your head. Why don't you help us out with this one as well." Wendy complied. She clasped her hands behind her head and stuck her elbows out to the side, as if she was a model posing for a picture. She even smiled for the "photographer." Her breasts were pushed out farther, saliently displayed by her exhibitionistic pose. Mr. Peters got the message. "In this pose, Wendy would make an excellent subject for a respectable artist or glamour photographer." Wendy was flattered by this remark. It made the whole exercise feel less sexual and dirty, and more like she was just serving as a model for an art class. Her smile grew more relaxed with this thought, and she even turned her shoulders left and right to draw more attention to her boobs. They wiggled quite a bit as she moved, like large mounds of white jello topped with cherries. The boys shifted in their seats, trying to make more room in their pants for their stiffening rods. "Have you in fact considered modeling, Wendy? You clearly have the figure for such a career." Wendy replied, "I have thought about it Mr. Peters," she admitted. "I think you should give it serious thought, Wendy. You were entirely correct that your figure is outstanding. Your breasts could earn you a great deal of money. I have certain connections in the modeling field and I would be happy to make a few calls." This was a completely unexpected turn of events. Mr. Peters was admitting to being wrong, and he was acknowledging her beauty and even the importance and value of her figure to her future success. He might even be able to help her become a model. She was beginning to enjoy this. She stuck her chest out a bit farther, striking a more obvious pose. She even let her thighs part a bit, so that her pose would be less awkward and more professional. The panties around her knees interfered somewhat, but she did her best under the conditions. Many of the girls were now jealous again. Wendy hardly needed another reason to feel proud about her boobs, they thought. Nevertheless, some did appreciate the tips in how to show off their own bosoms. Tina was becoming particularly distressed and annoyed though with the attention that Wendy was receiving from Mr. Peters. She had always felt self-conscious about displaying herself in the manner that Wendy was demonstrating, knowing that in her case she didn't have much to show. "Another manner of display is to lean forward, letting them hang down in front of you. This approach is most effective if you have a low cut dress and you want the gentleman to have a peak of your cleavage. But, even if the breasts are entirely covered, leaning into the man, particularly if he is seated, places the breasts prominently before his eyes, making it quite difficult not to notice them." As prompted, Wendy placed her hands on her knees and leaned toward the class. In her case, this form of display was very striking. The breasts seem to fall from her chest like large fully bags of water. When they stopped moving, they still hung down as two large pendulous bags of luscious flesh. "Breasts like Wendy's are particularly delightful in this manner as they are most fun to play with when hanging down. You can more easily jiggle them around." Much to Wendy's surprise, Mr. Peters did indeed reach out to playfully jostle and slap them. "They shake like water balloons or bags of jelly. When hanging like this, it is difficult not to think of them like two large udders of a cow, hanging there for your milking." Mr. Peters grabbed one with two hands and pretended to milk it. Wendy blushed and grimaced in embarrassment. Now it was the turn for the boys to be jealous. The girls were themselves uncertain how to feel. Some enjoyed seeing Wendy's humiliation of being milked like a cow, but others were concerned that some boys would want to practice milking on them after class. "Finally, of course, one can be entirely overt by simply cupping the breasts in the hands, as if offering them to the person as a gift for their pleasure and amusement." Wendy was glad for the milking to end and so without any instruction, she lifted up her breasts with her hands and held them out for Mr. Peters. Mr. Peters reached out and lightly pinched each nipple between his fingers. "An enticing offering from such a beautiful girl, you simply can't refuse." Wendy didn't know how to react. She had to admit that all of these poses and displays were making her a bit tingly. She had even noticed a bit of wetness when she had squeezed her thighs together to try to hide her cunny from view. And she had to admit that she enjoyed showing off for the boys. Some of this posing was a little embarrassing but then at other times it felt kind of sexy. She was confused as to how she should feel. If she really wanted to become a professional model, she would probably have to be able to pose nude in front of others. Even some of the most famous movie stars did nude scenes. She felt determined to be mature about this. She knew that Mr. Peters wouldn't have her do anything that was inappropriate, yet feeling a teacher's fingers playing with her nipples was very sexy. She could feel her heart beating faster as he tickled and tweaked her stiffening nipples. Mr. Peters stepped back and admired his work. She was a sight to relish. Her pretty face was flushed with excitement and embarrassment as she cupped her fleshy boobs in her hands, her nipples now fully erect, poking out to him as the flag pole still poked out from her butt. "I think it's time to now get back to the topic of this course and apply our math skills. Mr. Edwards, would you please come up to the front of the room?" He turned to face William Edwards. 'What was he going to do now?' Wendy wondered with trepidation. Billy was equally shocked. He hadn't done anything wrong. He hadn't said anything, he wasn't playing with himself, and he was probably the best student in the class. He was in fact known to be a bit of a math nerd. He also had no interest in coming up to the front of the class as he had probably the biggest boner of his life. He was wearing regulation school trousers and baggy underwear and he knew that there would be no way of hiding it. Perhaps he could at least delay leaving his desk until it went away. "Uh, Mr. Peters, have I done something wrong?" he asked politely. "Not at all, Billy. I have in fact called on you because you have perhaps the best math skills in the class and I want to reward your studious behavior with an assignment that I believe you will enjoy. However, if you don't come up right this instant I may indeed subject you to the punishment received yesterday by Mr. Newman." Billy did not need another warning. He immediately got up from his desk. He attempted to hide his erection by pressing it against his body with a hand that was quickly shoved into his pocket. It looked a little odd to have his hand stuck deep into the pocket of his pants as he walked to the front of the class, but better this than to have a boner sticking out in front of his pants. Perhaps the students would think that a hand in his slacks was being casual and debonair. Having his hand grasping his dick, however, did not help his effort to lose the erection, nor did it help to be walking up closer and closer to the giant breasts of Wendy that she was still cupping with her hands, seeming to offer them to him for sucking, tweaking, playing, or anything else he might prefer. He tried to stop himself from further thoughts. His erection was going nowhere. Billy stood in front of Wendy so his back would be to the class, thereby hiding effectively his stiff cock. Wendy continued to hold her breasts up, but she would now prefer to just let them go. It was ok to hold them up for Mr. Peters or for nobody in particular, but now she seemed to be holding them up for the pimple faced Billy, and he was getting quite a view of them. Billy was shorter than Wendy and so his face was almost right in front of her rigid nipples. But, she knew that she shouldn't do anything that might annoy Mr. Peters, so she waited for his direction. It was quite uncomfortable though, having Billy's eyes focused on her nipples. Mr. Peters had gone to his desk. He now returned with a tape measure and handed it to Billy. "I believe that it would be useful for the young men in class to learn how to measure the size of a lady's breasts. Seeing that you have excellent math skills Billy, I felt that it would be most appropriate for you to lead the demonstration." Wendy cringed. He was going to let Billy Edwards touch her naked breasts. The little geek was lucky to even be standing in front of her and now he gets to actually touch them. Billy was, of course, thrilled, but as he accepted the tape measure in his hands it struck him that he didn't know what to do. 'Do you measure them around the circumference,' he wondered. Mr. Peters was sympathetic with Billy's dilemma. All of the girls were of age to be wearing bras and he knew that they well understood the process of breast measurement. However, he would not expect many of the boys to be so knowledgeable (it wouldn't be a lesson if everyone knew the answers). "As you are well aware Billy, bra sizes involve two measurements. The usual procedure is to first measure body circumference directly under the breasts and then add a specified number of inches to make the number even. Various boutiques recommend adding different numbers, generally from 5 or 6. Let's first proceed with this measurement, if that is acceptable to you." Billy complied, "Yes sir, Mr. Peters." Wendy let go of her breasts (bouncing delectably as they fell) and gave a deep, resigned sigh. The sooner she got this over with, the better. Billy reached under her arms and behind her back to get the tape around her. In the process his face fell well into her deep, soft flesh. Wendy squirmed and grimaced, and upon seeing that she would not get any help from Mr. Peters, simply accepted his face in her boobs as an expression of his clumsiness. Billy did probably fumble more than was really needed. Having his face buried deep in the bubbly boobs of Wendy was a delight. As he pretended to be fumbling with the tape, he tried to get his face over to her left nipple to perhaps sneak a lick. However, as soon as his lips came into contact with her nipple she felt he had gone much too far. "Hey, that's not necessary Billy!," she scolded. The boys laughed and the girls scowled at Billy. They knew what he was up to. Mr. Peters felt that he should do his best not to let Billy take advantage of the situation, and he admonished him to be more careful. He apologized, but he had to again try to get the tape around her back. Her very large breasts made the task quite difficult as he was not himself a particularly big boy. He moved up closer to her, noticing that by doing so his erect cock was now in contact with her thigh. Rather than try to get his face into her breasts this time, he used his apparent clumsiness as an excuse for repeatedly bumping her thigh with his erection. Wendy noticed Billy's apparent erection, but her boobs were so large that she couldn't see down past them to tell for sure what was sticking her in the leg. She couldn't imagine that he would be so bold as to have a boner sticking out so far in front of the class, and he certainly wouldn't have the guts to try to poke her with it. She assumed that it was probably a slide rule or something. To think that it might in fact be his erect cock was just too dreadful. Billy was now in heaven. He was within inches of Wendy Meadow's humongous boobs, the nipples were all stuck up in front of his face, and he was shoving his boner into her leg without anyone being the wiser. He shifted his body a bit to the left, and could then even feel his dick against her naked vagina. This was too much. Wendy flinched a bit but did not resist or protest. He lightly moved his hips, imagining, no actually, fondling Wendy's naked vagina with his cock. He hoped that nobody noticed his hip movements, but a few of the students did seem to be aware. Wendy closed her eyes and grimaced. She could feel his slide ruler rubbing and poking up between her legs, into the soft flesh of her vagina. She wanted to shove him away but she knew she would likely get into worse trouble, and it might only have the effect of drawing the students' attention to her naked, exposed vagina. In addition, if everyone thought she had mistaken Billy's ruler for a penis, she would never live that down. Billy suddenly felt though that he was getting close to an orgasm and pulled back. 'Thank goodness that stopped,' Wendy thought. Billy had gotten the tape all the way around her back but then wondered precisely where below her breast he should do the measurement. Her breasts were a bit pendulous such that there really wasn't any room right beneath them. He began to shove his hands under them but Wendy again protested. Mr. Peters recognized that this effort would just be too clumsy so he instructed Wendy to lift her breasts up and out of the way. Wendy would then have to again display them for Billy, but at least he wouldn't have the satisfaction of feeling them. She lifted her breasts up and Billy completed the measurement. "32 inches Mr. Peters," Billy exclaimed, with his usual mathematical precision. "Good Billy," Mr. Peters replied. "The second measurement is similar but passes over the breasts, usually across the nipples." Wendy shuddered, but let go of her breasts and let Billy wrap the tape around her. Billy made sure that he had to read the tape directly over a nipple (he wasn't stupid). She blushed. He repeatedly checked his measurement, complaining that he was having trouble getting the two ends of the tape to align correctly, all the while flicking and stroking Wendy's nipple. The nipple had gone down during the first measurement, but much to her embarrassment and disgust with herself, it stiffened once again. Billy's erect penis was again unmistakenly against her vagina, although this time he was keeping it still to avoid any accidents. Wendy was now certain that it was indeed Billy's erect penis that was pressing up against her. When she had lifted her breasts she managed to get a quick glance down and could clearly see the erection. Many of the students in the front row could also see it, at least those toward the sides of the class. Wendy was scowling down at Billy to let him know that she knew what he was up to, but Billy continued to take his time. He wanted this to last as long as possible. "43 inches Mr. Peters, that's awfully big isn't it?" he inquired. "Yes, Billy, as you know you typically add 5 inches to the chest size and then round up to an even number. Miss Meadows was 32 inches around the chest; this would give her a bra size of 38 inches. The cup size is the difference between the breast and bra size, which in this case is 5 inches, which is generally understood to be a DD or E cup." Mr. Peters picked up Wendy's bra, which did indeed read 38E. "38E Billy, as usual, your math is impeccable." Billy smiled at Mr. Peters and Wendy, but was met with only a scowl from her. He then handed the tape back to Mr. Peters while again inserting his hand into his pants pocket to hold back his erect cock as he returned to his seat. His erection was clearly worse going back to his seat than it had been when he first left. Most of the students had a good idea what he was doing but they were all being careful not to draw any negative attention to themselves. "Wendy, 38E is indeed a very impressive size. You must be very proud. I imagine many of the girls in class are quite jealous." Wendy was still annoyed with Billy but his compliments did help. She would have to find some way to pay him back. "For the final demonstration, Wendy, I want you to move over to the other side of the desk." Wendy was confused. She wasn't sure why she had to do that. She couldn't see anything over there that might be stuck up her butt or anything. But, she was grateful to hear that this would be the final demonstration. She proceeded to move across the room to the other side of the desk. There really wasn't a good reason for having her walk across the front of the class, other than simply to watch her walk, which was Mr. Peters' intention. It wasn't easy for her. Her steps were now even shorter than her normally little steps she used to accentuate the wiggle of her hips. Now, she had to keep her butt clenched to keep the flag in place, and her knees spread to keep her panties up. She was thankful that she had on her Mary Janes rather than heals. Compounding the awkward movements was the fact that her breasts bobbled and jiggled with each movement. The flag was pointing down at an odd angle, but it was still waving nicely to and fro as she pattered over to the desk. As Wendy awkwardly traversed the front of the class, Mr. Peters took this opportunity to step back and stand right beside Tina. All of the students eyes were clearly on Wendy, as the sight was very provocative, as well as comical, depending on your inclinations. Mr. Peters subtly moved his hand next to Tina and tenderly stroked her cheek. She was delighted and so grateful. Mr. Peters knew that Tina would be getting jealous of the attention he was giving Wendy, particularly with respect to her large breasts. Tina appreciated his secret gesture. She thought, 'Mr. Peters is letting me know that I am his special student. He is being nice to Wendy because he is the teacher and he has to say nice things to all of the students.' She returned his gesture by lightly touching his hand. Mr. Peters then moved his hand away from her cheek and down to her little left tittie and for a very brief moment pinched the tip. Tina smiled but did not otherwise give him away. She felt reassured. The Lessons Ch. 04 As Wendy approached the other side of the table, Mr. Peters said, "Hold on Wendy, I can see that it is a bit awkward for you to walk." He came up to her and carefully removed the flag and pulled up panties down to her ankles. She was grateful for his consideration, although it would have been better to have helped her with this earlier. She now only had a couple of steps left to go. She was happy though to get the flag finally removed and to no longer have to keep her knees spread to hold up her panties. She put her hand on his shoulder as she lifted each foot to help him remove the panties from around her ankles. He smiled up at her, obtaining a good view of her delicious young cunt. She smiled back to him in appreciation. Perhaps it was now finally coming to an end. "Wendy, if you could, I want you to now get onto my desk, beside your clothes." This didn't seem so bad. She hopped up to sit on the front of the desk, facing the class. As her breasts bounced and shook violently with the sudden movement, Mr. Peters regretted not having her demonstrate calisthenics for the class. He also wished that he had spanked her bottom with her bra off. It would have been so nice to see them hanging down toward the flooring, shaking with each swat. He might have even been able to hang on to them as he spanked. 'Well, these are notes for future demonstrations,' he thought. Wendy sat with her legs kept carefully together and hanging over the front of the desk. She did her best to cover her humongous breasts with her hands and arms. She did not feel nearly as exposed as she did before. Her nipples were now covered and one could only see a little bit of her pubic hair through her clenched thighs. Mr. Peters stood in front of her and placed his hands under her knees. He lifted up and pushed back. "Wendy, I want your knees up, and your feet on the edge of the desk." This was still fine with Wendy. Her knees provided even more coverage of her breasts, although their presence did have the effect of drawing attention to their size as one could see the edges of her boobs on each side of her bent knees. "You can brace yourself with your hands on the table." Wendy would have preferred to cover her pussy with her hands, but she felt that they were probably well hidden by her feet. She was, however, quite mistaken on this point. The students directly in front of her couldn't see anything but those to the left and right now had a very good view of the lips of her pussy. Mr. Peters explained to her the rationale for the final demonstration. He moved to the right side of the desk, standing next to her. He placed one hand around her shoulders and the other on the desk, just inches in front of her cunt. He looked down to her in a reassuring, paternal voice. "Wendy, you have been a real trooper today. I am very proud of you, and I now understand why you are one of the more popular girls in the class." She smiled back to him, enjoying his praise and his authoritative affirmation that she is the most popular girl. Mr. Peters then placed his fingers lightly on her cunt, gently caressing the lips. Wendy stiffened a bit and looked alarmingly at Mr. Peters. She was so grateful that no students could see this (but, she was wrong about that) and she wondered if this was in fact appropriate of Mr. Peters. He continued, "You are a very attractive girl and I am confident that you could have a very successful modeling career. I will be quite happy to do what I can to facilitate your aspirations." He said these things as he stroked and tickled her cunt lips with his fingers. Wendy was very glad that Mr. Peters would be so helpful to her. She didn't want to upset this opportunity, so she didn't resist his secret fondling, which in any case felt rather nice. She flushed and began to breath a little quicker, her breasts rising and falling. "Well, thank you Mr. Peters," she replied, "I would so much like to be a model," she looked up at him with eyes that betrayed her increasing arousal. The students were now quite quiet. Many of them could see Mr. Peters caressing the lips of Wendy's exposed pussy. Tina was one of the students who was too much in front of the action to be able to see what was going on, but she now had faith in Mr. Peters. She knew that whatever he did with Wendy it was only because he was such a good teacher. She looked forward to their future private lessons. Mr. Peters could feel wetness emerging from between Wendy's cunt lips, and he glided the tips of his fingers in between. He slid his fingers up and down the slit, pausing each time at the top to lightly circle and squeeze her clit. Wendy's eyes were half shut, and she could not hide from him a shudder of excitement. Mr. Peters leaned down to whisper in Wendy's ear. "I will do whatever is in my power to help with your career, Wendy. You are such a beautiful young lady. Your breasts are magnificent, your legs are stunning, and you have the most lovely bottom. You have a figure that must be seen." Wendy was blushing as he was whispering to her, enjoying his tributes, as well as his caresses. She knew it was wrong to let him caress her like this in front of the class but she relished being the attention of so many admiring eyes, and the pleasure he gave her was intoxicating. Her pussy was now quite wet with her arousal. He began to massage it with more force and urgency. He carefully inserted one finger into the entrance of her cunt. She gasped and leaned her head into his shoulder. He lightly traced a circular motion within the opening, while he massaged her wet clit with his thumb. Her clit was now quite distended. "There is but one part of you left that awaits to be seen," he whispered. "It is that which makes you a woman. I am sure that it will be your most beautiful feature." She knew what he was referring to but she did not want to think about it. She only wanted him to continue to stroke and massage her pussy as he whispered in her ear. However, he released his hand from her cunt and slowly parted her knees. She looked down and kept her eyes closed. No boy had actually seen her there before, yet she was now displaying the most secret part of herself to all them. Many of the boys reached down to their own erections. Quietly playing with themselves must be acceptable if Wendy can sit there in front of them being masturbated by the professor. Some of the girls were shocked at what they saw and turned their eyes away. However, others were themselves now entranced, imagining that it was them being stroked and caressed by the handsome Mr. Peters. They could not help squirming a bit themselves within their seats. The view of Wendy was gripping. Her generous boobs were, once again, fully exposed, jutting out prominently from her chest, glistening somewhat with a layer of perspiration. They rose and fell with her breathing. However, the more enchanting view was of her exposed pussy. Wendy had only a bit of hair, certainly not enough to protect the lips from view, particularly when they were so engorged with arousal. Mr. Peters also moved her feet somewhat apart to get an even better view, exposing now her anus as well. "Students, this is a girl's vagina. As you can see, it is one of the more attractive and alluring features of a woman's body." He worked his way through a scientific description of the location and function of the labia minora, labia major, clitoral hood, etc. However, for the boys it was difficult to pay attention to what he was saying; they were engrossed in what they could see. He even spread her cunt lips "to get a better view of the vaginal opening." Wendy covered her face with her hands. "Boys, when you have the opportunity to explore a woman's vagina, it is important that you be sure that she is adequately lubricated. If not, any rubbing or stroking of the dry skin can be irritating, even painful. You might enjoy it yourself but you will probably not be invited back. When a woman is aroused, she naturally exudes her own lubrication. Wendy is not only well endowed with bountiful breasts, you can also tell that she has very well functioning vaginal lubrication." Mr. Peters used his fingers to highlight the moistness of Wendy's cunt. This further escalated Wendy's mortification but it was also good to hear that her cunny was as appealing as her breasts. Mr. Peters again put his arm around Wendy's shoulder as he played with her lips and clit. "One should begin with light stroking, caresses, massage, and pressure. Spreading the lubrication around as one explores the folds and crevices of her secret and private parts. Always be sure to spend a special amount of time massaging her clitoral hood and the little clit that will often peak out. Many girls will in fact enjoy having their clits squeezed, flicked, and lightly pinched, particularly if it is well moistened." Wendy again hid her face in Mr. Peter's shoulder, her voluminous breasts rising and falling as her breathing increased in depth and speed. "You can also insert a finger into her vagina, tickling and stroking the inner lips of the vagina as you move it in and out." Wendy took her left hand off the table to grasp the hand of Mr. Peters on her shoulder. "You should always though keep your attention on the clitoris, perhaps using your thumb to massage it as you slide your finger in and out of the vagina." The students could hear squishy sounds as Mr. Peter's finger moved in and out of Wendy's cunt. His fingers were now themselves quite wet with her juices, and her breathing was becoming more and more rapid. Her nipples were very stiff, even though he was not playing with them. She kept her face hidden from view, burying it deep within his chest. Mr. Peters increased the speed and pressure of his movements. Wendy began to noticeably moan into his sports jacket. The students were all quiet, mesmerized by the display. The slurping and sucking sounds of her cunt, along with her sighing and moaning, was all that could be heard. Mr. Peters continued to massage and manipulate her pussy. She was gripping his left hand and he returned the gesture by increasing his grip as well. He whispered in her ear, "Just be yourself go Wendy, give in to the pleasure, to the wonderful sensations you are feeling. You are such a beautiful young woman, you deserve this pleasure, this attention, this admiration." Wendy began to mildly thrust her hips, complementing the strokes of his fingers. A few of the students gasped in shock at seeing Wendy behaving so sexually, so animalistically in front of them. She did not appear to have any shame whatsoever, to be perfectly willing to spread her legs and thrust her hips in a bestial abandon in front of the whole class. She was now notably panting, and she turned her upper body closer into Mr. Peter's chest, wrapping her right arm around his body so that she could hold him tighter to her body and lose herself further in his clothes. She whimpered into his chest. He wrapped his left arm around to help support her and to draw her closer to him. He never slowed in his wet massaging of her cunt. She opened her mouth and lightly bit him in the side, suppressing a scream. Her body stiffened, and he could feel her cunt clamp down on his fingers. She suddenly scrunched her lower body, stiffened, and convulsed, waves of pleasure circulating through her body as the orgasm overwhelmed her. She bit harder on his chest and grasped onto him tightly, thrusting harder and harder into his hand as she came in front of the class. The students were shocked and awed by the sight. Many of the boys gripped their cocks tightly, some pretending that they were being fucked by Wendy, others trying to suppress their own desire to shoot their loads into their pants. Girls covered their mouths, squeezed their own thighs together, and either looked away in embarrassment or looked closely in their own unabashed fascination. Wendy slowly relaxed. She continued to hide herself in Mr. Peter's clothes while her breathing gradually returned to normal. Mr. Peter's stroked her hair and whispered in her ear, "That was beautiful, Wendy, you should feel very proud. It was a lovely demonstration." She looked up at him and replied, "Thank you, Mr. Peters, I hoped that you would approve." She released her grip on his clothes, and he helped her to get off the desk. She could not at first look any of the students in the eye. She turned her back to the students and began reaching for her clothes. Mr. Peters, however, picked her bra and panties. "I am sorry Wendy but I can't return these to you. You know that they are not regulation and I am not allowed to let you wear them in class." Wendy looked pleadingly at Mr. Peters, thinking that perhaps some exception could be made, given what she had just done, but she did understand that rules were rules and she was now determined to follow the rules to the letter. Keeping her back to the class, she pulled on her blouse, buttoned the buttons, and then wrapped and clasped the plaid skirt around her waist. Finally, she redid the black tie. Just as she was finishing Miss Harding entered the room, carrying a large box in front of her. "My goodness," she cheerfully exclaimed, "I appear to have missed a very interesting demonstration. Although, from what I can see, I may have arrived just in time." She looked around the class, particularly at the boys sitting in uncomfortable postures with their hands deep in their laps. "If I am not mistaken, this was a demonstration of particular interest to the boys." "Yes, Miss Harding," Mr. Peters replied. "I understood that you wanted the boys to be in good shape for your laboratory task, and Wendy has done an excellent job in getting them prepared." Wendy smiled at Mr. Peters. Her unfettered breasts notably jiggled through her blouse as she returned to her seat, her eyes continuing to focus on the ground rather than catch the eye of the entranced boys. The boys could not help watching Wendy wiggle to her seat but once she sat down they quickly turned their attention back to Miss Harding. They noticed that her own breasts were nicely mounted on the top of the box that she was carrying, but they wondered apprehensively what the box had to do with them. To be continued... The Lessons Ch. 05 This is Chapter Five of The Lessons. If you haven't already done so, you are encouraged to read the earlier chapters; otherwise, aspects of the story might not be understandable. This is the last chapter of the initial series of The Lessons. I will be happy to write more, if this series is well received. In any case, please do provide feedback. There are obvious sequels to this initial series. I have made outlines for some of them. I will be very happy to write them, but there won't be much point if there is inadequate interest. I would also like to hear your suggestions for how to improve the series. Finally, please do vote; especially if you like it! I must admit that getting good votes can be the best form of encouragement (I didn't realize how long it would take to do this, particularly when it came to the copyediting). But, even if you don't, I do hope you enjoy it! * * * * * * * "I suppose you are wondering what I have in the box," Miss Harding asked the class in a cheerful and teasing manner as she placed a box on Mr. Peters' desk at the front of the class. "As you know, during the past week in Human Biology we have been studying microbes and bacteria using Templeton's newly purchased optic quality microscopes. I was inspired yesterday by Theodore's impressive class demonstration with the thought of studying in a future session the human spermatozoa." The beginning of smiles could be seen on the faces of the girls, whereas the boys shifted uncomfortably in their chairs. "Mr. Peters agreed to prepare the boys for this demonstration during the initial session of his Advanced Mathematics class and given what appears to have occurred during the first part of this class" (Miss Harding could see the disheveled appearance of Wendy, as well as her bra and panties sitting on Mr. Peters' desk) "I believe we can now obtain some generous samples of male sperm." She smiled sweetly to the students. "Would the boys please come to the front of the class?" Most of the boys hesitated. Many of them were still stricken with rock hard erections, although the increasing anxiety over what Miss Harding was up to was causing some of them to lose their arousal. All of them could certainly feel considerable pressure in their testicles and were looking forward to getting home or to a restroom to relieve their tension. They had not been thinking that they would be doing so in class. Some of the boys remained in their seats, hoping that perhaps only a few of them were really needed or were expected to participate. Miss Harding, however, clapped her hands and instructed, "Come on boys, this means all of you. We will not have any shirkers or slackers. Everyone now, to the front of the class." The boys walked reluctantly to the front of the room. Many had their hands in their pockets or in front of their pants, either to hide a current erection or simply in embarrassment at the thought of what might in fact happen. Billy was somewhat annoyed, as he thought he had already escaped this embarrassment when he was measuring Wendy's breasts, but apparently all that effort was for nought. "OK boys, now make a nice handsome line across the front of the room." The girls giggled and pointed as the boys grudgingly formed a line. Only a few of them now had the remnants of an erection, as their anxiety and self-consciousness was overcoming their sexual arousal. However, most continued to carefully clasp their hands in front of themselves. Miss Harding opened the box and carefully stacked on Mr. Peters' desk small, eight 50 ml Erlenmeyer beakers. "As you can see gentlemen, I have brought with me some beakers in which to place your discharges. We will need a specimen from each of you." Some of the boys blushed in confusion and trepidation. "Now, I could have each of you do this privately within the stall of the restroom, a task that is probably not unfamiliar to some of you," she looked at them in a mock accusatory expression. The girls laughed; the boys glanced away. "However, that would also lose the additional educational value of observing and studying the male genitalia during the process of erection and ejaculation. We received an excellent demonstration of this process yesterday by Theodore, and I want to again thank you Teddy for your excellent display," she smiled gratefully at Teddy who smiled back in confusion, "but I felt that today we should do a more comprehensive and systematic exercise in which the girls can participate." The boys' eyes widened, and some began to feel some excited stirring in their loins. The girls' eyes widened in nervous trepidation. "My plan is this," Miss Harding explained. "I want the girls to extract from each boy a sample of sperm, being sure that the ejaculate is properly deposited into a respective beaker. I am a bit concerned that some of the boys will have difficulty achieving success left to their own devices. Having the girls involved will also allow them to get a closer observation of the erection and ejaculation process. What do you think," she asked rhetorically, not really wanting or expecting an answer to her question. By now Miss Harding had laid out on the desk eight beakers, one for each boy. "Now, let us choose our specimens. How do you think they should be paired Mr. Peters?" Mr. Peters was now sitting behind his desk, allowing for some privacy for his own erection. He leaned forward and carefully considered Miss Harding's question. "Well, Miss Harding, I do believe that the girls should have some input into this selection. I don't want any pairings that might disrupt the natural pairings that have occurred outside of class. I suggest that we have the girls place their name, along with the name of a boy, on an index card. We will then draw the pairings from the box." Some of the boys were very uncomfortable with this decision. It was bad enough to be the last person chosen when selecting the members of a soccer or a baseball team, but not being chosen by any of the girls for a penis inspection would be beyond humiliation. Mr. Peters, however, had anticipated this concern. "However, I do not want any of the boys to be unduly embarrassed " (as if the exercise itself was not unduly embarrassing). "When a second girl chooses the same boy, I will not in fact read that boy's name. I will instead randomly select the name of a yet unchosen boy." He then turned to the girls sitting at their desks. "I do not want any of the girls to display any objection or disgruntlement with their assignment. Boys can be very self-conscious about their penis's. I will not look well upon the girl that causes undue feelings of rejection or embarrassment, " he warned them. "In addition, we have eight boys and nine girls; therefore, two of the girls will have to share a boy." Mr. Peters then handed out index cards. After each was completed, they were placed in Miss Harding's box. Mr. Peters began reading the selections. Mary Sue's card was the first to be removed. Not surprisingly, she had chosen Alex. Alex was perhaps the most good looking and muscular boy in the class. Many of the girls would be expected to choose him. Mary Sue clapped her hands, being the winner of such a nice specimen for her inspection, and Alex smiled at being the first male chosen. "The next card belongs to Penny, and she will be paired with Teddy." Teddy also smiled with satisfaction. He had been quite afraid that he would be among the last to be chosen, if chosen at all. He knew that a number of the girls did not care much for him and he did not want to suffer the embarrassment of having a girl being forced to study his penis. In fact, he was ecstatic that Penny had selected him. Not only was he the second one to be chosen, but he was also chosen by Penny. He had fully expected her to pick Alex or some other hunk, but she had chosen him. Teddy and Penny had already gone on a few dates, and he often fantasied about having Penny play with his cock. Now he was going to get his wish. Penny was also happy to have gotten Teddy. Ever since yesterday's class, she had wanted to repeat the exercise herself with Teddy, but was just too nervous and insecure to ask him. He had in fact rushed home right after class, leaving her little opportunity to speak to him. Miss Harding's laboratory study gave her the perfect opportunity. Now she could actually play with Teddy's penis, yet be under the cover of simply doing school work. She was a little nervous, though, of whether she would in fact do a good enough job. The next girl to be drawn was Tammie Tyler. She had written below her name, 'Can I please just watch, Mr. Peters?' Tammie was an adorable young woman but was also a bit of a wallflower. She was a very good student, always completing her homework. She often received among the highest grades on the tests, but she was nevertheless reluctant to speak in class. She was embarrassed in part by her braces, which her parents insisted she wear despite her age . She looked much younger than 19, being very small in stature, still wearing braces and her hair in pig tails. The spectacles and school uniform with the Mary Janes, plaid skirt, and white blouse also didn't help, but the biggest problem for her was probably her timidity and girlish voice. It would be surprising if Tammie had any experience with boys and it was hardly surprising to find that she was stunned at the thought of having to inspect a male penis in class. Mr. Peters, however, felt that it might only add to her social introversion by allowing her to sit out the exercise. It would only reinforce her wallflower status. He therefore said, "Tammie, being the very good girl that she is, has allowed me to make the choice for her." Tammie was crestfallen that he had not in fact allowed her to sit out, but she read from the expression on his face that he regrettably had to assign her to somebody. Mr. Peters chose Jimmy Edwards. Jimmy was probably among the safest choices Mr. Peters could make, as Jimmy was known to be a very nice, considerate boy. He was certainly not intimidating like Alex, nor was he likely to try to embarrass her after the class like Billy. Tammie, however, looked anxiously at Jimmy. The fourth girl to be drawn was Theresa Bennington. Theresa was a very reserved girl. She was well behaved, and it was unlikely that Mr. Peters or Miss Harding would ever be placed in the position of having to discipline her. She was quite studious and always completed her homework assignments. However, she was surprised by this assignment. It was not her nature to question the authority of her professors. If Mr. Peters and Miss Harding considered this to be a useful educational exercise, she would certainly participate to the best of her ability, but she did consider it to be somewhat unusual. She chose as her partner Alan Tompkins. Alan Tompkins and Theresa were often laboratory partners in science classes. He was one of the brightest students in class, and shared with Theresa a passion for science and research. They often talked to each other about the thrill of becoming a physicist or chemist, making new discoveries and publishing in scientific journals. They knew that other students did not share their passion for research and found with each other a common bond. Her choice, however, made Alan a bit nervous. He knew it was natural for Theresa to pick him. Everyone would expect her to pick him. But he wasn't so sure that he wanted to show Theresa his penis. They had never even dated, held hands, or anything. Now she would be looking at his penis, perhaps even holding it in her hand. The thought started to give him an erection and that made him even more nervous. He liked Theresa very much. They were partners in science. He always felt that a personal relationship was out of the question, and he worried that if she got the wrong impression from this assignment that she would no longer want him to be her lab partner. He vowed to keep this as business-like as possible. It wasn't that Theresa was unattractive. She had her appealing qualities, but she never conveyed any sexuality. He never thought about her in a sexual manner. She looked like a young schoolmarm. When he was younger he had a crush on Laura Ingalls in Little House on the Prairie, but Laura seemed to lose her appeal when she became the school teacher, and Theresa never did anything special to accentuate her physical appearance. She wore rather plain glasses, and her hair was usually pulled back in a pony tail or tied up in a bun. Alan imagined that having sex with her would be like having sex with a prissy librarian. The fifth girl to be drawn was Wendy. She selected Billy as her laboratory subject. Billy was a surprising to choice to everyone in the room. Most of the students assumed that Wendy, one of the more attractive girls in the class and certainly the girl with the most impressive breasts, would have chosen Alex, Jimmy, or even Andy. Perhaps, though, this was one of Mr. Peters' random choices, given that Alex and Jimmy were already chosen. Wendy smiled mischievously at Billy. Billy knew that she was up to something, but he was uncertain how he felt about it. Wendy had warned him that she would get him back, but how bad could it be to have "Wendy Whoppers" jerk you off? The sixth girl to be drawn was Nancy. Nancy was a very attractive brunette. It was rumored that she had quite a lot of experience with boys, but none of this could actually be confirmed. She had written Alex's name on her card. As he had indicated, Mr. Peters ignored this selection and stated, "Nancy will be paired with Tim." Tim was not among the more popular boys in class. He was a bit chubby. He was quite funny, often telling jokes and playing pranks, but he would not be the first choice for most girls. It was evident to all of the girls that this must have been a selection by Mr. Peters. Nancy was herself quite disappointed with the selection of Tim, but she was careful not to show it. She had seen what could happen if you were not a cooperative or good student. Tim was himself happy with the pairing. He was glad not to be the last person selected. He was surprised that he was chosen by Nancy. He knew that she had dated boys and perhaps she was in fact interested in him. The seventh girl to be drawn was Alice. Alice was a pretty girl with wavy blonde hair, moderate size breasts, squinty eyes, and pursed lips. She reminded Mr. Peters of a younger Teri Garr in Young Frankenstein, or more appropriate for Alice's age, Teri Garr as she appeared in the 1964 movie Pajama Party. He often thought about what it would be like to watch Alice prance around like Teri in her pajamas. He wondered if perhaps someday he should have a pajama class. But, he then realized that his mind was drifting and he read her selection. "Alice has chosen Andrew Storr." Andrew was a good looking boy, and it was well known that he had a crush on the attractive Alice but he had been unable to generate the courage to ask her out. Alice smiled at him, but he only blushed. The eighth girl's name to be drawn was Sara. Sara had written Teddy's name on her card. She was hoping to get back at Teddy for playing with himself while she was getting spanked. However, Penny had picked him first. Mr. Peters therefore assigned Sara to George, the last boy to be picked. George was disappointed to be the last one to be chosen. It helped a bit though that Mr. Peters read Sara's card as if she had in fact picked him. George had no reason to think that Sara would have chosen him, but it was better to pretend that this might have been true than to acknowledge that none of the girls had chosen him. With the selection of George, all of the boys had been paired. Mr. Peters then drew the remaining card, belonging to Tina. She had written the name of Mr. Peters. Mr. Peters smiled. This was flattering, and arousing, and it might even be a nice way of dealing with the fact that there was one extra girl. It would be tremendous fun to repeat the tutoring he provided to Tina the previous evening. However, he knew that it would not be appropriate to have one of the students masturbate him in front of the class. He stated, "Tina has placed my name on her card." Many of the girls giggled. They wished that they had come up with the same idea. It would certainly be very good fun to see Mr. Peters' erect dick. "However, I don't believe that it would be appropriate for me to participate. I would be very flattered to have Tina use my penis for this demonstration," Tina smiled at this public admission of his attraction for her, "but I believe it would be more suitable to keep the pairings among the students. Tina, why don't you work with Tammie on the penis of Mr. Edwards." Tammie was delighted with this decision. She was dreading to have to touch a boy's penis, and was relieved to hear that she would probably be able to delegate much of the work to someone else. Mr. Peters added, "Tina is one of our more mature students and I believe that she would serve as an excellent model for Miss Tyler". The students were a bit confused by this statement. Tina hardly looked more mature than Tammie. They could imagine Mr. Peters saying something like that in reference to Nancy, but not with respect to the innocent, inexperienced Tina. Tina, however, smiled. Mr. Peters was indicating to the class how much confidence he had in her maturity. She would be sure to do an excellent job of masturbating Jimmy. Miss Harding then instructed the boys to stand next to the girl with whom they were paired. Tammie came over to sit in the desk next to Tina, such that Jimmy was standing in between them. "I want the girls to have the comfort of sitting at their seats, as they will need to complete a number of tasks." The boys wondered what these tasks might be. The boys and girls took their positions. "Now, the first thing to do is to reveal the specimens. Boys, please undue your trousers and slide them, along with your underwear, down to your ankles." Most of the boys hesitated. They looked around to be sure that they would not be the only one to drop his pants. After taking a deep breath, they began to undue their belts and zippers. The girls' faces were right at the level of their crotch and they were wearing big smiles of anticipation. Only Alex and Teddy were not mortified, although Teddy was nervous that Penny would be disappointed. The boys pulled their trousers and underpants down to their ankles. Upon standing they modestly placed their hands in front of their genitalia. Miss Harding was quick to correct them. "Now boys, remove your hands so that your laboratory partner can provide an adequate inspection. Any boy that is not cooperative will have to repeat this exercise for all of the girls in the class across the course of the rest of the semester." Alex wasn't so sure that this would be a punishment and he considered pretending to hide his penis so that he would in fact be able to do this with every girl in the class, but he felt that there would probably be some catch. So, he stood compliantly. Most of the boys looked away as they exposed themselves. Many of the girls squealed in delight as their penis's were presented for their inspection. "Girls, as you can see, when the penis is not erect, it is not a particularly intimidating organ." The girls snickered at this. Most of the boys' cocks had shrunk down to their smallest size, largely due to their tension over having to be publicly exposed. Their cocks were now described well as just little penis's. Wendy even exclaimed, "Billy's looks like a little peanut." Billy scowled at Wendy as the rest of the class laughed. The boys were happy to get some attention drawn away from them, but most felt that they were equally susceptible to such abuse. Mr. Peters gave Wendy a sharp look, and she realized that she better be more careful in how she embarrasses Billy. The Lessons Ch. 05 "Girls," Miss Harding exclaimed, "you can tell already that there is quite a bit of difference in the appearance of penis's." She encouraged the girls to consider the variety of flaccid penis's that were being presented. They looked around the room at the limp cocks hanging in front of the balls, or in most cases, simply poking out on top of the balls of the sheepish boys, shifting their stance uncomfortably as the girls compared their sizes and shapes. There was indeed quite a bit of variation. The presence of all of the boys allowed for a compelling demonstration. Theresa was very intrigued by this examination. She had her doubts about the validity of this assignment, as it did seem to be quite an unusual exercise. She was not unfamiliar with the male sexual organ. She had seen quite a few pictures of the penis within her texts and internet searches. Her internet search often yielded the obviously pornographic web sites, which she quickly rejected. She was not particularly interested in sex at all. She knew that someday she might in fact get married, but she was currently devoted to a career in science. The opportunity to actually inspect a life male penis was then quite intriguing, and she appreciated that Alan was displaying for her what she assumed must be a fine specimen. Alan was mortified. He was embarrassed by his lack of any impressive size. However, it quickly became evident to him that Theresa was not approaching this task with any sexual interest or concern. To her, his penis could just as well have been a laboratory frog. She began handling and manipulating his penis in all sorts of ways, studying its size, shape, and texture. She even leaned over to briefly sniff, noticing that it had an unusual musky aroma. She made a note of this in her laboratory pad. Alan relaxed. Her manner of inspection was also helpful to him in avoiding an embarrassing erection. Her inspection was comparable to the examination he would receive from the school nurse. "Alan, do you have any unusual blemishes or sores," she asked matter-of-factly. He felt a little offended by that question, but he knew that she was only trying to be thorough. "Why no Theresa, I don't believe so. Let me know though if you find anything." She looked around the room to compare his organ with the others. "I do see Alan that you appear to have a bit more hair than the other young men. You in fact have a few hairs growing right on the stem of the penis itself." She even pulled up on one to demonstrate her point, and he winced a bit. "Oh, I'm sorry Alan, I should really be more respectful. But, let me try to get a good estimate of the number of hairs." She bent in closer to get a better look. Alan was now feeling a bit disappointed that she was being so thoroughly dispassionate. Andrew felt very uncomfortable. Alice was a very pretty girl that he had wanted to ask out but couldn't generate enough nerve. Now he was standing in front of her with his pants down and his droopy penis hanging there like a worm. He figured that any chance that she would ever agree to go out with him was now lost. He felt like an idiot standing in front of her like this. He wished that the floor would just open up and swallow him. He figured he looked like a little boy in front of his mother, asking her to inspect his childish penis. This was not how to impress an attractive woman that you were trying to date. It also didn't help that Alice had a smile on her face. He imagined that she must be thinking, 'what a little pee-pee.' His penis even seemed to get smaller as she studied it with her bemused expression. George was also embarrassed. He even had one hand over his face. It was so humiliating to have the girls examine them like this. He knew his penis was not particularly large, and he expected that Sara might use him to get even for the public spanking she had received the previous day. He had to admit that he had not looked away when she was bent over the desk in front of the class. In fact, he took advantage of her situation as much as he could. He remembered vividly her exposed white bottom, the asshole peaking out between the crack, and even her vaginal lips, so nicely outlined by her small thighs. Now he was feeling guilty, with the tables so cruelly turned. Sara, however, could readily tell that George was embarrassed, and she remembered the torment she felt when she had been so publically exposed the previous day. She also had no knowledge of George taking advantage of her situation; perhaps he had even looked away in respect of her modesty. She reached out and placed her hand on his thigh. "Don't worry George. I know how you feel and I won't do anything that will embarrass you." George took his hand away and looked into the sympathetic eyes of Sara. Now he felt even more guilty for lusting at the sight of her naked pussy lips, but he was glad that she had chosen him, or at least was assigned to him. He responded, "Thanks Sara, I won't forget this." She smiled at him, and he noticed how pretty she was. Sara was a pretty girl. Everybody said that she looked like a young Kristin Davis, with long, wavy brunette hair, large brown eyes, and a cute, innocent smile. Her voice even had the high, child-like sound of Charlotte in Sex in the City. George could feel himself getting a bit aroused. Her big brown eyes were engrossed with the sight of his masculinity, only inches away from her sweet lips. He could not help himself. George's penis began to swell. Sara clearly noticed and was flattered. She liked to tease boys, usually by giving them quick, innocent peaks at her panties. Now she could see first hand the effect she had on a boy. She was only looking at his penis and already he was getting aroused. Most of the other boys didn't appear to be aroused at all, but George apparently couldn't resist the sight of her. She said sweetly to him, "Georgie, am I giving you a stiffy?" She smiled flirtatiously. George could hardly deny it, but Sara seemed hardly offended at all. It appeared that she actually enjoyed seeing how she turned on a boy. "You are so pretty Sara. I'm sorry, but I can't help myself." Sara appreciated the compliment. "You just do what nature commands George," she reassured him. Nancy exclaimed, "Miss Harding, Timmy still has a boner." She had one hand up to draw Miss Harding's attention, with the other pointing at Timmy's cock. He did still have much of his erection. He had been excited to have been selected by the attractive Nancy, and was looking forward to showing her his stiff cock. He had not anticipated that the presence of an erection would in fact be the basis for criticism or shame. He also felt that it might be better to be the only one in the class with an erection than to suffer the embarrassment of having among the smallest penis's in the room. Few of the boys were proud of the appearance of their droopy cocks. Miss Harding responded, "Yes, Nancy, this is a bit disappointing. I would prefer that Timmy allow you to see his penis in its flaccid state, but I guess the thought of showing you his penis was much too exciting for him. You can take that as a compliment Nancy, but I am going to ask you Timmy to do what you can to make it go back down." Timmy had no real idea of how to do that, other than to beat off. Miss Harding, however, gave him more encouragement. "Timmy, if you are unable to lose your erection, I will have to ask you to stand in the corner until it goes down." Well, the thought of that possibility was highly motivating. As Timmy imagined the embarrassment of having to stand in the corner of the room with an erection, it slowly began to soften and shrink. During this time, Teddy was quite nervous, as he also still had an erection. He had certainly been nervous to show his penis to Penny, but the thought had also been very exciting. He wanted Penny to be his girlfriend. The class exercise supervised by Miss Harding was as much a sexual opportunity for Teddy as it was a laboratory study. When Nancy embarrassed Timmy by announcing to the whole class his failure to lose his erection, Teddy was mortified to think that Penny might do the same thing. However, Penny had already positioned Teddy at her desk such that he was facing toward the blackboard and away from the rest of the class. She wanted them to have a bit more privacy. She had remembered how embarrassing it had been for Teddy to stand in front of the class with his erect penis, and she wanted this experience to be more pleasant for him, as well as more personal. When Timmy was being scolded by Miss Harding for still having an erection, Penny looked up at Teddy and smiled sympathetically. She whispered, "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone. I think it's nice that you still have such a big boner for me." Teddy smiled back gratefully and with some pride as well as lust. It was not in fact a particularly big cock but Teddy was happy to hear that Penny considered it to be plenty big. "With their penis's in their flaccid states," Miss Harding continued her lecture, "you can see the presence or absence of the foreskin. The head of some of the boy's penis's appear to be hidden within a thick hood. If you grasp his penis, you can pull back the hood to see the little head of his penis poke out." Miss Harding's infantile description was humiliating to the boys but it also encouraged the girls to not feel intimidated. Those who had been paired with uncircumcised penis's carefully used their fingers to grasp the penis's and pull back the skin. "Oh my goodness, Miss Harding, look at the little guy!" Wendy exclaimed. She flicked the end of Billy's penis with her finger as he covered his face in embarrassment. The girls paired with circumcised boys scowled in jealousy at not being able to partake in this fun. Theresa in particular frowned in disappointment, not for the lack of being able to have fun playing with the foreskin but she did not have the opportunity to study this curious aspect of the male organ. She held the tip of Alan's limp penis as she looked jealously at the girls who were studying the foreskin of their partners. She absentmindedly wiggled his penis as she watched the others. She then sighed and returned to her inspection of Alan's disappointing member. She discovered, however, that she could open up the slit at the end by squeezing the head at the top and bottom. She bent over to try to look down into the penis. She even briefly attempted to insert the tip of her pen inside. "Theresa, please," exclaimed Alan. He couldn't believe that she was even thinking of trying to shove the pen down his penis. "Oh, again, I am sorry Alan. Please do let me know if at any time I make you feel uncomfortable." The whole experience was frankly very uncomfortable but he kept that to himself. Tammie was fascinated by the foreskin demonstration but was unable to bring herself to touch Jimmy's cock. Tina reached out and pulled Jimmy's foreskin back and pointed the penis at Tammie so she could get a good look. Tammie looked up at Jimmy, wondering if this was alright with him. He nodded his assent, and she bent over to get a good look. She wasn't about to touch it, but she did get her eyes up close to inspect the head that had now emerged. "Ohhh, that's very interesting," she admitted, a smile emerging from her lips, exposing a bit of the braces on her teeth. "Beneath the penis are the testicles," Miss Harding continued, "which, as you will recall from yesterday's notes, is where the man creates the sperm that fertilizes the egg. You can also observe once again, that testicles also have tremendous individual differences. Some are quite big, some rather small, some hang at the same level, and some are rather asymmetric. Do we have any boys with asymmetric testicles?" she inquired in a rather objective, dispassionate tone. The girls bent down lower to study the boys' testicles. Many of the boys squirmed with self-consciousness. Wendy raised her hand, "Miss Harding, Billy's testicles are kind of lopsided." The class turned their attention to Billy's testicles. Miss Harding responded, "yes, Wendy, I believe that you do certainly have excellent examples of asymmetric testicles. If you wouldn't mind, lift up Billy's penis so everyone can get a good luck." Wendy smiled at Billy as she used her thumb and forefinger to lift his limp, shriveled penis up. It wasn't actually blocking anyone's view of his balls, but having to move the penis did make it more apparent that Wendy was in control and that Billy had to submit to her whims. "It's like he has a couple of walnuts hanging beneath his peanut," the students laughed at Wendy's apt analogy. Billy's face was beat red as the class discussed the size and shape of his testicles. In contrast, Penny was lightly fondling and caressing Teddy's balls, smiling up at him sweetly. She said quietly, "I think you have very manly testicles, Teddy." Teddy's cock became even stiffer. Miss Harding had noticed that Teddy was not facing the rest of the class and that Penny appeared to be surreptitiously playing with his genitalia. However, she knew that Penny and Teddy were fond of one another. Allowing her some privacy in expressing her feelings for Teddy through the class exercise seemed to be just an additional benefit of the class assignment. "A man's testicles also have an unusual feel. Whereas much of the man's body can be quite tough and muscular, his testicles are in contrast quite tender and vulnerable. It is might be unclear why the source of male seed would be so clearly exposed to harm, hanging in such a loose sack. The young lady who discovers the answer by next class will get 10 extra credit points." Theresa made a note to find the answer. "I want you to now obtain a good sense of the feel of your subject's testicles, being careful not to actually harm the little man." The girls enjoyed this assignment. Many began to essentially play with the testicles. They would make them swing back and forth, they pulled on the sack to see how far it would stretch, and they cupped them to get a sense of how much they weighed. They also took a firm grasp on the balls to get a feel of their shape and consistency. Sara, however, first asked George for permission to handle his balls. "Will it be ok with you if I touch them George?" she asked politely, looking up to him with her large brown eyes. "It will be fine Sara," he replied. He in fact sighed with pleasure as she began to explore his testicles. It even tickled a bit, making him jump. "Oh, George, I'm sorry, did I hurt them?" she asked. "No, no, Sara, it just tickled a bit. If you hold them a little tighter it won't tickle as much." "Well, George, that's very helpful, thank you very much," she responded sweetly in her girlish, innocent voice. He even imagined it was Charlotte from Sex in the City, inspecting the testicles of a man for the first time. He again felt himself swell, and so he squelched the fantasy. However, when he looked at who was actually fondling him, it was equally erotic. He quickly looked away as she carefully inspected his balls. Wendy took advantage of this exercise to squeeze a bit hard, causing Billy to wince and pull back. She quickly stopped before they were noticed by Mr. Peters, but she did say, "Did I hurt your little walnuts, Billy?" in a mockingly apologetic tone. Billy did not respond. It did hurt a bit, but a little occasional pain might be a fair price for having Wendy play with them. Tammie did not want to touch Jimmy's balls. Tina was lightly playing with them, trying to encourage Tammie to join. "It's ok Tammie, they won't hurt you and you really can't get a good understanding of what Miss Harding said unless you actually feel them." Tina wrapped her hand around Jimmy's penis and moved it up to open his testicles to Tammie. Tammie timidly reached out and lightly touched the bottom of them with the tips of her fingers. She had a rather squeamish expression as she began to playfully bounce them on the edges of her fingers. Jimmy was enjoying her cautious attention. He noticed that both of the girls looked quite young, as if they were about the age of his little sister. He did not feel that he had any sexual interest in his younger sister but he could not escape the attraction of having two young looking girls in white, innocent blouses playing with his cock and balls: one meekly handling his balls while the other held a firm grip on his cock. Tina was very pretty, even with her spectacles. Tammie looked even younger with her braces, pony tail, and bashful demeanor. He began to feel himself harden in Tina's hand. Tina noticed the swelling within her hand. She did nothing to further encourage or discourage Jimmy's arousal. She wanted to adhere strictly to the scientific aspect of the experiment. Besides, she thought, Jimmy's balls were not nearly as big as Mr. Peters' and if she did say anything it would probably be somewhat critical. However, she wasn't about to say anything, as that would reveal her secret relationship with Mr. Peters and there was no good reason for making Jimmy feel uncomfortable. If Jimmy was comfortable then perhaps Tammie would be as well, and Mr. Peters had assigned her to Jimmy precisely to help Tammie. Theresa had already provided a cursory examination of Alan's testicles, but with the instruction from Miss Harding she returned to this part of Alan's anatomy for a closer and more thorough study. She was careful this time not to cause any undue discomfort for Alan. She carefully placed one hand behind the testicles and lifted them up, and then used the other hand to feel and inspect their texture. "Isn't it curious Alan that there would be so much skin to hold such little balls." Alan couldn't help rolling his eyes. He knew that she wasn't saying this to be insulting but it was just as bad that she had no appreciation that she held in her hands the most personal parts of his body and she wasn't saying anything nice about them at all. In fact, she was demeaning them. "I think they are a pretty good size, don't you think?," he said, somewhat defensively. "Well, let me try to get a good measurement." Theresa then reached for her tape measure and tried to get an estimate of the size of each testicle, but their slippery movement within the sack prevented a confident assessment. She again sighed with frustration and resumed her study of the penis itself. Mary Sue was impressed with Alex's balls. His were probably among the biggest in the room. She could barely hold both of them in one hand. They seemed to be much heavier than she would have expected. She wondered how much cum must be inside them. She asked, "Miss Harding, do boys ever have to wear bras to support their balls?" All of the girls tittered over this question and Mary Sue felt embarrassed for asking what was apparently a very stupid question. However, she felt reassured by Miss Harding's answer. "No girls, boys do not wear bras for their testicles but they are in fact advised to wear tight jock straps when engaging in strenuous physical activity in part to restrain them from swinging around so much that they get hurt." The girls laughed at the thought of the balls they were playing with swinging through the air. Many of them began making them wiggle and sway, laughing as they saw the discomfort and embarrassment that the movement generated. Alex's penis was also quite big, even flaccid. His was circumcised, and the head was hanging down past his balls. Mary Sue felt a little intimidated at having to move it out of the way to get a good view of his testicles. She had to admit that his thing was impressive. She also noticed occasional glances by the other girls at Alex's equipment. It was apparent to her that she was probably assigned the best lab partner in the room. Nancy appeared to be particularly jealous, and Mary Sue wondered if Nancy in fact already had an intimate knowledge of Alex's sexual organs. She smiled at Nancy to make her feel even more jealous. The Lessons Ch. 05 "Now girls," Miss Harding instructed, "we need to inspect the penis in its excited state. I don't know if any of you have ever masturbated a male's penis before but it is not really a difficult task." Tina smiled to herself, wondering mischievously if she should volunteer that she had masturbated Mr. Peters. "You basically stroke, fondle, and massage the penis, providing it with as much tactile stimulation as you can with your hand. As I had instructed yesterday, for the boys who have not been circumcised it can be very helpful to engage the foreskin in this task, sliding it back and forth across the head of the penis." The girls carefully grasped their assigned penis's and started working at giving their partner an erection. "It can also be helpful to gently fondle the testicles during this process. For those sharing a penis, one girl can handle the penis, while the other handles the testicles. However, please do trade off so that both of you have an opportunity with the penis." Tammie, however, had quickly pulled her hand away when Miss Harding said the word, 'masturbated.' She felt that there was no way that she could do this. Tina understood her reluctance. "Don't worry Tammie, I will make it hard. If you don't want to touch it, I won't tell." Jimmy agreed. He would have liked Tammie to join in, but it was still plenty good enough that he was being given a hand job by Tina. As long as one of them masturbated him, he didn't mind. It was also still plenty erotic to watch Tammie's eyes expand in wonderment as she studied his slowly expanding erection. In addition, Tina was doing an excellent job. He was surprised at how easy she took to the task. He assumed (incorrectly) that she had no prior experience. He placed his hand on Tammie's shoulder in supportive sympathy. She looked up at him through her spectacles, and gave him a braces-filled smile of appreciation. As she did so, he could not help but imagine what it would be like to have her sweet lips wrapped around his cock. Penny already had her hand around Teddy's stiff cock. After Miss Harding gave the instruction, Penny smiled up at Teddy and said, "My man is such a stud that he already has an erection, and it is a very big one at that." Teddy beamed with pride and felt his cock get even stiffer within her warm, soft hand. He found it hard to believe that Penny was actually jerking him off, and she even seemed to be enjoying it. He also appreciated her references to him being her "man" and even a stud. He whispered to her, "Thank you." Penny responded quietly, "I like it" as she stroked his stiff tool. Alice also liked the idea of playing with Andrew's penis. She even knew that Andrew found her attractive and she had been wondering why he hadn't asked her out. She thought that perhaps this class assignment would be a means with which she could put him at ease. She could tell, however, that he found it to be embarrassing to stand in front of her with his pants down. She knew that she would be mortified if the tables had been turned. No boy had yet seen her private area, and the thought of having to stand in front of Andrew with her panties down was just awful. She wanted to somehow reassure Andrew but she didn't know what to do. She also had to admit that she had in fact been disappointed at how small his penis looked. She had thought that all boys had big things hanging between their legs. She had noticed the bulges in the pants of athletes and rock stars, and imagined that the penis must be a very large and even scary organ. His limp penis was not at all impressive, and she was beginning to question if she really did want to go out with him. Andrew was a very good looking boy but she wondered if he was in fact a bit of a wimp. He never seemed to be able to ask her out and she thought that perhaps his reluctance to approach her and his small penis were not unrelated attributes. Maybe selecting him as a laboratory partner had been a mistake. Theresa looked somewhat perplexed. She wasn't sure how she would be able to make Alan have an erection. Wasn't this his responsibility? Couldn't you just instruct him to have an erection? She looked confused and clumsily tried to manipulate his penis. Alan could tell she was somewhat befuddled and he did not want her to start yanking on his penis as if he would ejaculate just to avoid the pain. "Let me help you a bit Theresa," he suggested. He wrapped his hand around hers and demonstrated to her how to gently stroke and fondle his penis. "Oh, I see, yes," she acknowledged. "You need to pet it like a kitten or something." This still wasn't quite it but she was getting the idea. It was also a little erotic to be holding Theresa's hand, particularly to be holding it as she was trying to give him an erection. It was now an intimate exercise that they were doing together. Theresa also felt something different toward Alan. They had never actually held hands. Their hands would occasionally touch during a laboratory assignment but she had never felt anything sexual or provocative about it. However, Alan was now holding her hand in a very tender manner, and she kind of liked it. She reciprocated by trying to express some affection and tender feelings for his penis with her own hand. She quickly realized that this did have the desired effect. She could feel him beginning to swell. Wendy was not at all pleased with this assignment. Never in her wildest imagination would she ever agree to give Billy a hand job. But, here she was. She remained largely still, looking disgustedly at Billy's limp penis. She looked up at Miss Harding and caught the eye of Mr. Peters. He could tell that she was balking, and he gave her a look of warning. Wendy gave a big sigh and began to pump at Billy's cock. Billy smiled when she finally grabbed hold, but his pleasure did not last long. He quickly grimaced as Wendy's effort was apathetic, at best. She gripped his penis hard and pulled on it as if she was trying to detach it from his body. Billy yelped in pain. "What's the problem here?" asked Miss Harding. She walked over to Wendy's desk. She had noticed Wendy struggling with Billy's penis. She smiled sympathetically, "I can see that some of us might need some help. Masturbating a boy is not like milking a cow." The girls, and even the boys, laughed at this. Wendy was a bit stunned. She hadn't anticipated this reaction. "I should have appreciated the fact that the optimal technique for pleasuring a boy might not be so apparent to all you." It was now Wendy's turn to blush, as if Miss Harding was suggesting that she was not sexually competent. "Let me help you out a bit Wendy." Wendy did not find this as humiliating as being spanked in front of class but at the moment it seemed like a close second. "You do want to grasp the penis firmly, Wendy," Miss Harding explained in a somewhat patronizing tone, "but not to grip it hard as if you were hanging from a rope. You want to treat the penis in a manner that expresses your fondness for the boy and, perhaps when you get older, your own feelings of sexual attraction to the male organ." The girls giggled at this but also looked down in self-consciousness as they wondered if it was apparent to the boys they were stroking that some of their behavior did express their own sexual feelings rather than simply their adherence to the class assignment. Penny, however, was not at all uncomfortable with this recognition. She smiled up at Teddy and even briefly caressed the cheek of her face with his erect cock as she lightly caressed his balls. All eyes were now on Wendy so Penny knew that for a moment she could be a bit more personal. She even contemplated giving Teddy's cock a few tender kisses but this might be going too far and she did not want to suffer the embarrassment of getting caught. So, she pretended to be looking at Wendy and Billy while she held Teddy's cock against her cheek, fondly stroking his dick and caressing his balls. Teddy was not looking at Wendy, as he was absorbed with the manipulations of Penny. He enjoyed the sight of Penny gently cuddling his stiff cock against her cheek. He knew that if she kept this up much longer he would have to cum but the pleasure was so intense that he did not want her to stop. "Billy should in fact be a good penis for you to learn with Wendy," Miss Harding continued her instruction, "as he is not circumcised and so offers the foreskin as a helpful means of providing stimulation." She instructed Wendy how to manipulate the foreskin back and forth across the head of Billy's penis. She was demonstrating the technique as she was educating Wendy. Billy appreciated the effort. He could feel his penis beginning to swell, and he enjoyed the sight of Miss Harding's womanly hands caressing his dick. He remembered his own fantasies as he was watching Miss Harding masturbate Teddy the previous day. He was uncertain if he would really have wanted to be masturbated in front of the whole class but most of the boys found Miss Harding to be very attractive. Any reason for getting a hand job from her would seem to be a good reason. He wanted to get a big erection for her, to perhaps even impress her with the size of his stiff cock. "Oh, Wendy, you can see that Billy is indeed responding. Notice how the penis is getting bigger in width and in length." Wendy was finding the infantile nature of her explication to be annoying, as well as embarrassing, but she continued to feign ignorance. "Yes, thank you Miss Harding, I think I can handle it from here." Most of the students caught the appropriate meaning of the words and they laughed. Wendy grimaced at their amusement. Miss Harding did not in fact want to let go. She had enjoyed masturbating the young Mr. Newman the previous day and wouldn't mind jerking off another boy. She knew that they were quite inexperienced and she delighted in being the seductive instructor. "Well, if you do feel comfortable Wendy, we can give you a second chance." Miss Harding then used her left hand to fondle one of Billy's butt cheeks. "If you feel that you are losing your balance and need to grasp more firmly on something, it might be best to hold onto to Billy's bottom." Miss Harding caressed Billy's naked butt, sliding her fingers down the crack. When she reached the bottom she slide her fingers inside and caressed his anus. Billy lurched a bit but he also liked the sensation and the fact that Miss Harding was giving him such a personal touch. Miss Harding then let go, regrettably for the both of them. Wendy scowled up at Billy as she walked back to the front of the room. Billy didn't pay much attention, as he was still basking in the pleasure of Miss Harding's caresses. His dick now stood out stiffly in front of him. Wendy reluctantly provided a more pleasurable massage of Billy's erect cock. She was certainly not feeling any sexual arousal of her own, nor did she have any feelings of fondness for Billy. In fact, she found the activity rather disgusting. It was even difficult for her to look at his cock, in part because it was only a very evident reminder that it was her that was giving him such pleasure. Billy could recognize that her heart was not in the exercise but that didn't seem to matter. He took pleasure in the fact that any girl was beating him off, as none had ever done so before. In addition, there was also pleasure in the fact that it was the snooty Wendy "Whoppers." In fact, he could see a bit of her big naked tits through the top of her blouse, and they wiggled and shook quite well as she stroked his desk. Even her nipples were apparent, poking through the tight blouse. He had no illusions that she was aroused by him. The stiffness of her nipples could simply be due to the friction of her blouse. Nevertheless, it was great having such a close view of Wendy's braless tits through her thin, tight white blouse as she stroked his erect cock. He now smiled to himself. 'This was almost as much fun as being jerked off by Miss Harding,' he thought. If he didn't tip his hand, perhaps he could even explode his cum all over her blouse and face. His erection got even stiffer with the thought. Wendy sighed in exasperation. By the time Miss Harding had instructed the girls to given their partner an erection, George was already half erect. Sara enjoyed watching George become aroused. She found it very flattering that all she had to do was to lightly massage his balls and his penis would begin to expand and swell. She also found the sight of a hardened penis to be very sexy. She had come to school today with a new cork in her butt, and was getting excited as she shifted in her chair. With Miss Harding's permission, she reached for George's cock and held it with the tip of her fingers. "Oh my, George, I don't know if should touch your big strong penis," she said in an exaggerated imitation of an innocent belle. It was obvious to George that she was playing a role, but this is how Sara normally behaved. She liked being the histrionic vixen. It was how she naturally flirted with boys. Even if it was obvious, it was still very appealing and sexy. His cock began to swell to a full erection. "Oh George," she squealed, "Did my little fingers make you do that?" she asked coquettishly. She again squirmed in the chair, the cork providing an undeniable pressure and stimulation. George played along with her southern flirtation, "I am afraid so, Sara, you just have such an effect on him." Sara giggled in appreciation. She even now purposely shifted in her chair to cause further stimulation from the cork, as well as to let her plaid skirt ride up her legs. Her normal way of flirtation was to give boys quick peaks of her panties. It would be difficult to give him a peak right in the middle of class, but she wanted him to at least have the fantasy. After all, he was showing her his erect cock, she should at least return the favor by showing him some of her soft, girlish thighs. She moved his body closer to her, placing him in between her legs, ostensibly so that she could better manipulate his penis but also to provide an excuse for her skirt to ride up her legs. She smiled up at him as she spread her legs. They both knew what she was doing and they both were enjoying it. His cock was now very stiff with excitement. "My goodness, George, you seem to be out of control." "I just can't help myself with you, Sara, you're so pretty, so sexy." Telling her that she was sexy was a bit risky. He thought that she might not like him openly referring to her in such a bold manner, but she didn't seem to mind. She blushed, and shifted her skirt with one of her hands to give him even a further peak of her thighs. He looked down past her perky breasts, poking through her white blouse, at her spread thighs, her plaid skirt now just barely covering her white panties. Her lovely young, white thighs were very sexy. She began to slowly jerk him off, smiling up at him with her kittenish eyes. She enjoyed feeling his cock grow in her hands, becoming so masculine and strong, while the cork continued to irritate her little anus in a most delightful manner. Tina was enjoying her role as the mentor to Tammie. She was considered by many of her peers as a naive, inexperienced girl. She was now instead in the role of being a seasoned veteran, tutoring the childlike Tammie. By now Jimmy was largely fully erect and Tina was pleased with her success. She did not have the same feelings for Jimmy as she did for Mr. Peters, but it was nevertheless stimulating to again have within her hand a stiff, masculine cock, surging with lust and energy in the control of her little hand. She enjoyed sliding her hands up and down his cock, feeling its veins and contours, noticing the involuntary twitching and thrusting as his arousal increased. Tammie could also tell that Jimmy was getting very excited. The head of his cock was now quite red and swollen, and she leaned in closer to get a better look. "Why don't you just touch it?" Tina encouraged. Jimmy thought, 'yes, please do Tammie.' Tammie bit her lip and cautiously touched the tip of his stiff cock with the end of her index finger. She could not help but smile as she felt the contours of the knob with her finger. Her braces were so cute, revealed as she stuck her tongue out the side of her mouth, deep in concentration. Tammie could feel herself getting excited but was confused by the sensation. She licked her lips as she explored and studied the bulb of the penis. She felt an urge to abandon herself to her feelings and actually grab hold of the shaft with her entire hand but she knew that good girls should not display such behavior. She resigned herself to timidly exploring the head of his cock with her little finger, as Tina held and stroked the shaft, keeping the cock pointed at Tammie to facilitate her discreet scrutiny. Alice was also enjoying the assignment. She had been worried about the masculinity of Andrew, given the unimpressive nature of his manhood when he had first dropped his pants and the timidity of his past behavior. However, it didn't take long for her to start enjoying the experience of fondling and stroking his penis, particularly as it slowly began to swell and lengthen in her hand. He did not have the biggest erection in the room but it was definitely impressive to her. She thought it was a handsome sight, standing up so stiff, tall, and proud. She smiled approvingly, exclaiming to Andrew, "My goodness Andrew, you look awfully big and manly." He was ecstatic. He had felt that he had lost all chances with Alice when she was studying his shrunk, flaccid penis, but now he felt bold and confident as he stood before her, waving his stout manhood in front of her admiring eyes. She looked up at him, her eyes just beneath the swollen head, "Maybe you could take me out to dinner sometime or something," she suggested demurely. Andrew felt his cock swell in excitement. "I would love to take you out on a date, Alice," he exclaimed in an impulsively bold manner. She looked up to him, fondling his penis with her fingers as she spoke coyly, "That would be awfully nice Andrew, would you like to take me any place in particular?" Andrew wasn't sure how to respond to that question. He would like to take her to his bedroom if his parents weren't home, or perhaps to a private place in the college park where they could be alone and maybe he could then also explore what was between her legs, but he figured that she couldn't have meant something like that. He thought it would be best to not push things too fast. "I think it is best for the lady to choose where to dine," he replied in a rather formal, dignified manner. Alice giggled. She could tell that Andrew was doing his best to maintain a gentlemanly and courtly demeanor, which she appreciated was difficult as she was tickling and stroking his cock, batting her eyes and smiling flirtatiously at him beneath his rigid, swollen tool. She knew the boys found her to be rather pretty, and she often arranged her hair in a manner that in fact even resembled the styles of Teri Garr. The resemblance only made her appear more alluring and intriguing. She continued to act the innocent debutante. "But Andrew, I don't know if I can make such a difficult decision. I think the man should make the decisions, and you are so much the man." She knew this was laying it on a bit thick but it did seem difficult to overstate things with her sitting at his feet, sweetly fondling and caressing his hard cock. "I will pick you up tomorrow at 7, and I will let you know then where we will eat." Andrew felt bold enough just to have stated the time. He really had no idea where to take her and really couldn't process the options in his mind as she continued to massage his dick. In fact, he knew that if she continued to talk to him in this submissive and compliant manner as she stroked his dick that there would be a very good chance that he would just explode in cum all over her face. That would fulfill a great fantasy but probably ruin the date, as well as fail the laboratory assignment. He wanted to just change the subject. "Whatever you say Andrew, you're the boss," smiling up to him. The Lessons Ch. 05 By now Alan was obtaining a good erection from the careful efforts of Theresa. As he grew harder it became easier for her to massage his cock. She was clearly surprised by the effect her hands were having on his penis. His cock was now standing straight up in front of her face, and she couldn't help expressing her fascination. "Wow, Alan, that is impressive. Your penis has become very straight and stiff. Look at how much bigger it is now." She quickly brought out her tape measure, carefully assessing its length and circumference. "Are there other things I can do to make it even bigger?" "Yes there is Theresa, but your fingers are really plenty for now." She was in fact trying all sorts of different things with her fingers. She was at times playfully just dancing them along the cock; she would tightly grasp the stem and slide one hand and then both hands up and down the shaft; she would massage the head of his cock with her fingers and then with her palm. She wanted to experiment with all possibilities, and Alan was enjoying it immensely. Mary Sue was in awe at the effect of her ministrations. Alex's cock had grown to quite an impressive size. Her hand wrapped around the circumference of the shaft but it was clearly a handful. She was now using both hands on the shaft, stroking and massaging the cock as it grew bigger and bigger before her eyes. She couldn't understand how any woman could fit this thing into her vagina. The thought of trying to get it into her's was in fact rather frightening, although exciting nevertheless. She also understood that women would place men's cocks in their mouths, but there was certainly no way this thing could fit. She wasn't even sure that she could get her lips around the head and the thought was, in any case, kind of gross; but it might be fun to perhaps try. She began to lean forward, opening up her mouth. Miss Harding, however, caught her. "Now girls, I do want you to confine your efforts at stimulation only to the use of your hands. Boys like it when a girl kisses a penis or even places the head of the penis in her mouth." Exclamations of "Yuck," "Ewww," and "No way," could be hard by a number of the girls. Tammie was completely shocked by the idea and pulled away quickly from Jimmy's cock. Jimmy was disappointed that Miss Harding had even mentioned the possibility. He had no real hope of having either girl give him a blow job but just mentioning the possibility scared Tammie away like a frightened chipmunk. Now he wondered if Tina could even get her to touch it again. Wendy chortled, "Yea right, like that is going to happen." She gave Billy a little squeeze to let him know her feelings about this possibility. The squeeze didn't actually hurt but he pretended that it did a little bit. He was happy to have Wendy feel that she was in charge, as long as she continued to jerk him off. Theresa looked quizzical at Alan's cock. She hadn't thought about using her mouth, but the more she thought about it she could understand why her mouth might be more effective than her hands. "Alan, if I put your penis in my mouth, I could then make it all wet and that might provide useful lubrication for my stroking," she observed. "I could even use my tongue. Would you like it if I used my tongue?" "Your tongue would indeed be helpful Theresa," Alan gasped, "but Miss Harding has made it clear that you must confine your efforts to just your hands." Alan didn't want Theresa to get caught cheating, much as he would enjoy her lips and tongue on his cock. "Well, I won't do it then, but I don't understand why we can't use all of the techniques and methods that are available to us," she complained. Sara smiled at George, giving him her best kittenish expression, "Georgie, you wouldn't want me to put my little mouth on your big penis would you?" She let the tip of her tongue briefly poke through her lips as she challenged him with her flirtatious eyes. "Oh no, Sara, I now that you are a good girl and wouldn't ever do anything like that," he responded in seriousness. He was getting the clear impression that she would in fact be very willing to do something like that, but he knew that he had to respect her wish to appear chaste. She giggled. She in fact was thinking about wrapping her entire mouth around the head of his cock but was grateful that Miss Harding wouldn't allow it. She knew that sucking his cock would be going too far. It was best to not give the boy too much too soon. "Thank you Georgie. I just don't think I'm ready for that," she said in her girlish voice. "And you have such a big penis. Do you really think it would fit?" She wouldn't put it in her mouth, but the next best thing was to then talk about it so that George would be desperate for her to do it. "You have the prettiest lips Sara, I wouldn't mind if you tried." "Now don't you get any dirty thoughts," she coquettishly scolded him, lightly spanking the head of his cock with one hand as she stroked it with the other. Penny grinned at the idea of putting her mouth on Teddy's cock but knew that this was off limits. Miss Harding explained, "The only purpose of this exercise is for you to observe firsthand the process of a male erection and to gather sperm for our microscopic study tomorrow morning. I believe that all of the boys will be able to achieve orgasm in the absence of any further stimulation, and oral sex is such a personal expression that I do not feel it would be appropriate to engage in such behavior during class. We don't want anyone on the college board to get the wrong impression of what we are doing in here and why it is being done. I can not, of course, govern your behavior when you are with your dates at night," some of the girls blushed at this suggestion and the boys grinned as they looked at Miss Harding, "but we can and must keep our laboratory experiment within the appropriate standards of a educational experience." Penny was disappointed, and she let Teddy know by her behavior that she would be very willing to give him a blow job on their next date. She leaned forward and placed the head of his cock just above her lips and beneath her nose, drawing in his musky smell. While watching his eyes, she circled her lips with the head of his cock, at one point even slipping her tongue out just a bit to give him a quick tickle. Teddy wanted to burst in excitement but he kept his composure because he didn't want to give away to Miss Harding what Penny was doing. "Oh Penny," he whispered in appreciation and affection. She smiled in return and tickled the head of his penis some more with her tongue. However, when she saw Miss Harding begin to turn in her direction, she quickly resumed to just stroking him in a more nonchalant manner. "It appears girls that all of you have now obtained quite nice erections in your partner. I want you to now provide an outline of your penis in your tablets. You can hold the tabletto his penis and simply trace the outline around its full length. In fact, it would probably help boys if you held the tablet under your penis as she traced its outline." The boys did not quite understand the purpose of this exercise, but Miss Harding explained. "Once you are finished, I want you draw in the major features of your partner's penis and identify each by name. She then reminded them of the components (i.e., shaft, foreskin, frenulum, metus, sulcus). The girls were cute as they carefully obtained an outline of their boy's erect cock. It was at times a bit awkward as the stiffness of the cocks at times made it difficult to keep them in place on the tablet while tracing their shape. The girls laughed as a stiff cock would spring out of place. Tina and Tammie took turns holding the tablet and providing the outline. The boys themselves found the task amusing, until Miss Harding stated, "When you are finished I want you to write the name of the boy beneath the picture so that we have an accurate record. We can then put the pictures on the bulletin board in the biology class. It will make for a good poster exhibit for the students in other classes. In fact, let me know when you finish your drawing. I will then bring around Mr. Peters' tape measure so that you obtain an accurate recording of the length, and this can be placed as well on the picture. We will then have a good scientific sample of penis length and shape that we can use for future study. The boys blanched at this news. Alex was not particularly upset, but many of them did not like the idea of there being a public record of the shape and sizes of their penis's on permanent display in the biology room, left for the bemusement of the boys and girls in other classes. Penny, however, was careful to provide a bit of exaggeration of the size of Teddy's penis. He could see what she was doing. He didn't acknowledge that he was aware what she was doing but he did smile in appreciation. Wendy was tempted to make hers even shorter but she knew that Billy would probably get her in trouble. However, she couldn't resist saying, "Miss Harding do you have any smaller paper. There is a lot of wasted space with Billy's penis. It might be better if I just used one of the little pads of paper." The girls laughed hysterically and Mr. Peters scowled at Wendy. He knew he might have to teach her another lesson. This was very embarrassing for Billy but Billy had plans to get even. When Miss Harding passed around the tape measure, she instructed the girls to be sure to measure from the base of the penis to the end of the head. Penny began the tape about an inch past the base, giving Teddy additional length that would be recorded on the public chart. Teddy couldn't see the beginning of the tape but he knew that he wasn't in fact as long as she wrote on the paper. When Miss Harding came to Theresa, she said, "I have already measured Alan's erection Miss Harding," pointing to her tablet that contained a quite detailed drawing of Alan's erect cock, complete with arrows identifying its various components and a list of measurements that had been taken. "My penis is kind of bent Miss Harding," Nancy exclaimed. The girls all turned to look at the somewhat crooked cock of Timmy. It was a curious sight, and they couldn't help wonder if that would make it a lot more difficult to insert it into a vagina. Timmy felt very uncomfortable. It was bad enough that his penis was somewhat small, but now it was becoming the class demonstration of a disfigurement. "A bent penis is quite normal girls. The curve can in fact provide more stimulation to the inside of the vagina," she explained as she walked over to Nancy and Timmy. She reached out and took a firm hold of Timmy's erect cock. "Timmy should be quite happy with his unique member," she smiled at him as she stroked his member, again noticing her own pleasure at stroking a young man's cock. Timmy smiled back, and began to feel a bit proud. Nancy, however, just grunted and resumed her drawing. Sara made a dramatic display of being impressed as she measured George's erect cock. "My goodness George, you are a very big man." She had no real idea of how big a cock should or could be. Everybody in class could tell that Alex had the biggest cock. George's was essentially average but Sara knew that it was best to flatter boys, and she liked the effect it had on them. "Thanks Sara, coming from you that really means a lot." She turned her head away in a melodramatic show of modesty. "Do you really think I'm pretty George?" She smiled at him flirtatiously, and ran one of her fingers along an exposed thigh. "You're beautiful Sara, easily the prettiest girl in the class. Everyone knows that." She resumed measuring his stiff cock, smiling at the thought that perhaps she was the prettiest girl in class. She clearly had a significant effect on George. She wondered if she could even make his cock get as big as Alex's if she stimulated him further. She was careful to let her lips lightly brush the shaft and head as she carefully measured and double-checked her measurements. She was feeling quite excited herself now, being so close to such a manly erection and enjoying the sensations of the cork hidden within her panties. She could feel George getting stiffer and stiffer. Miss Harding could tell that some of the boys were getting close to an orgasm, and she hadn't even yet passed out the beakers. Billy was in fact planning to catch Wendy by surprise with his ejaculation. His fantasy was to cum all over her. The thought of releasing a large spray of cum on her big wiggly tits, soaking her blouse right where a nipple was sticking out would be great fun. Perhaps Wendy would then jerk back, allowing another shot to hit her in her stunned face. He could feel the pressure to cum starting to rise as he thought about cumming all over her, watching her continue to stroke him, ignorant of the humiliation that was only moments away. Just a little bit longer and he would begin shooting his load. She didn't even seem to be paying any real attention to where his cock was pointing. At that moment, it was pointed right at her eyes as they were focused instead on Miss Harding. He was just about there, and then Miss Harding spoke. "Girls, it appears to me that all of you are now doing an excellent job in stimulating your assigned penis's. At any moment now, the boys will begin releasing their sperm for our research. We will need to capture these specimens within our laboratory beakers. I will now provide each of you with your beaker." Miss Harding, however, was concerned that there might be a few accidents before she could get them all distributed. "If you are concerned that your partner might ejaculate too quickly, there is a technique to discourage the eruption. Grasp the penis just below the knob using your thumb and forefinger, and then squeeze tightly. In fact, why not all of you try this technique as general practice." "Oh pooh," exclaimed Sara. She felt that she had gotten George to his biggest size and now she had to bring him back down. However, she knew that he would probably be among the first to have an orgasm, given her attractiveness and the effect her flirtations were having on him. So, she applied the technique, firmly squeezing him just below the head. Wendy embraced the squeeze technique with a vengeance. She grasped Billy's erect cock just below his engorged bulb and squeezed hard. Billy winced and, just as Miss Harding had suggested, his impending ejaculation was suppressed. Wendy smiled at the opportunity to punish Billy in the name of education and science. Billy was frustrated. Many of the other boys were a little apprehensive with this exercise but some in fact appreciated the effort to make the experience last longer. At first the whole process sounded like it would be very embarrassing. It had certainly been embarrassing for Teddy the previous day. However, given that all of them were now involved, the experience of being given hand jobs by girls in the class was now largely a plus rather than a negative. Many of them were in fact worried that they would cum too quickly, appearing then to be unable to last long. They had heard that a real man could control himself for quite a long period of time, and none wanted to gain a reputation of popping too soon. Some had even been trying to distract themselves from the titillating ministrations of their lab partner. As the girls applied the squeeze technique, most were thankful for the opportunity to slow things down. Teddy had also been close to cumming. He was grateful for the help. Penny, however, was disappointed. "I am not hurting you, am I," she asked apologetically as she applied the technique, unhappy with the thought that she had to switch from stimulating him to suppressing him. She wanted him to be happy, to enjoy her hands. It would have been fine with her if he came. She wanted to see his cum. Her plan was to catch it in her hand. That way she could still get a lot of into the beaker yet also be able to have some of it for herself, perhaps even taste a bit of it when nobody was looking. Miss Harding began passing out the beakers. "When your partner ejaculates, be sure to have the head of the penis aimed into the beaker. It would be best to in fact have the head of the penis inside of the beaker as he ejaculates, but I understand that this will at times be difficult, given the movements of your hand and his penis. You will also find that the penis does not always shoot true." The girls were not happy to hear this. Most of them had been quite appalled yesterday at the sight of Teddy squirting his cum across the floor. It looked quite disgusting. They certainly did not want their partners to squirt any of their cum on them. Most of them quickly shifted the direction of the penis away from them. As Miss Harding passed out the beakers, they stuck the head inside. However, it was readily apparent that this effort was clumsy, as well as interfering with they task of making them cum. Miss Harding did not want any of the girls to hurt the boys or themselves with the beaker. "Girls, it might be best to keep the beaker away from the penis until you really need to catch the ejaculation. I know that you are all a bit nervous about this, but it will be more professional of you to continue to concentrate on helping your partner to ejaculate. Boys can usually tell when they are about to have an orgasm. I want the boys to take some responsibility for this experiment and to alert their partner when the moment is appearing imminent. Do all you understand this?" "Yes Miss Harding," each exclaimed, nodding their assent. Billy, however, had his fingers crossed behind his back. Wendy was watching his face closely, making it clear to him that he better give her ample warning. All of the girls kept the beakers close at hand. Tina suggested that Tammie hold the beaker as she made Jimmy ejaculate. Tammie at first said no. She did not want to have to assume any responsibility and, besides, if she was holding the beaker that would mean that Jimmy would be squirting in her direction. "What if he missed or I wasn't holding it right," she asked. However, Tina convinced her that the two of them would be able to control Jimmy's ejaculation. She could use both of her hands to aim it properly as Tammie held the beaker in front of the head of his penis to catch the sperm. Tammie reluctantly assented. She knew that it wasn't right that she was hardly participating at all. She should at least hold the beaker, although the thought of all of his icky cum spurting at her made her very nervous. Mary Sue was also apprehensive. She could certainly fit Alex's cock in the beaker but it was so big she was concerned that she wouldn't be able to control it with just one hand when it started to spurt. She remembered the sight of Teddy's cock jerking and twitching when Miss Harding had made him cum. Miss Harding was a grown woman and she couldn't stop Teddy from spraying Tina in the face. 'How could she expect me to control this big thing with just one hand,' she thought. She wasn't even sure that the beaker would hold all of his cum. She didn't know how much cum a boy usually released, but she could tell that Alex's balls were much bigger than Teddy's and it seemed to her that Teddy had squirted out quite a bit of cum. The beaker wasn't even much bigger than one of his balls, and she wondered what she would do if he in fact filled it up and it began to overflow. Theresa accepted the beaker and immediately wrote Alan's name on a label that was attached. Alan wasn't particularly happy about having his name attached to a glass of sperm that would sit in the biology refrigerator but he knew that this was in fact the ultimate purpose of the exercise. Theresa then experimented with the optimal way to both hold the beaker and jerk off Alan. She considered asking Alan to help with the collection process but Miss Harding had not stated that the boys should participate. She had made it quite clear that it was the responsibility of the girls to do the proper penile stimulation to extract the sperm and it was also their responsibility to receive it effectively within the beaker. She decided to continue to use her left hand to masturbate him and her right hand to hold the beaker to the tip of his penis. The Lessons Ch. 05 Miss Harding finished the distribution of beakers. "Alright girls, if you wish, you can now bring your penis to an orgasm. You will observe during the process of orgasm that the male organ will twitch and jerk. You may even feel the pulsation of the ejaculation with your hand. Be sure to keep a firm grip so that it continues to release its sperm into the beaker. We don't want to lose any of the specimen or to have any mess that will need to be cleaned." None of the girls felt particularly reassured by this warning. Most of them kept hold of the beaker with one hand as they continued to stroke the erect cocks. In fact, many switched their strong (right) hand from the cock to the beaker. Penny was looking forward to making Teddy cum. She wanted him to have the best ejaculation he had ever had. She even put the beaker down so that she could use both hands on his cock. She didn't care if he didn't warn her. In fact, if he didn't warn her that would be a good excuse for him to "mistakenly" shoot his load on her face and blouse. She wanted to experience his orgasm in all the ways that she could. She wrapped both of her hands around the staff, rhythmically pounding the cock that she aimed straight at her face. She wanted to have a good view as the first shot emerged. Teddy was feeling himself build to his orgasm. Her hands felt so good. They were warm and soft, firmly but affectionately grasping and stroking his hard cock that was now pointed right at her pretty face. He would love to cum on her face but he didn't want to upset her. "Penny, I am getting close to cumming and I don't want to get any of it on you." "I don't mind Teddy, you can squirt it anywhere you want," she reassured him. She leaned over and gave him a quick flick on the head of his cock with her tongue. "But what about the beaker?" he asked, his voice beginning to falter as his arousal continued to climb. "I don't want you cum in that silly beaker," she responded. "I want you to cum on me," she whispered, grinning up at him with her eye lashes fluttering. I want to see what it looks and tastes and smells like. Does it smell pretty Teddy?" Teddy had to admit, to himself at least, that he had once tasted his own sperm but he had never given much thought to how it smelled. "I wonder if it will smell like a flower. Lilacs are my favorite flower and they do smell so nice." Penny was lost in her anticipation of receiving Teddy's cum but Miss Harding broke the spell. "Penny, be careful. We don't want to lose any of Teddy's ejaculation." "Oh nuts," she complained, and let go of his cock with one of her hands and reached for the beaker. She smiled apologetically to Teddy and said quietly, "You can squirt it in my face another time; I mean, if you want to. You don't have to, you know, if you don't want to." She had assumed that he would want to cum on her face, but she just realized that maybe this was being presumptive. She understood that boys differ with respect to their sexual preferences, and maybe Teddy wouldn't like to cum on a girl's face. He certainly wasn't happy yesterday when he squirted in Tina's face. She felt a moment of panic, thinking that perhaps she might have offended him. "Penny, I would love to cum on your face. You're such a pretty girl." That just came out of his lips without thinking. She blushed and said, "Thank you, Teddy. I think you're penis is pretty too." 'Damn,' she thought. Boys don't want their cocks to be pretty. Teddy, however, didn't mind. He closed his eyes and concentrated on the pleasurable sensations she was giving his cock. He could feel the swelling and pressure of his impending ejaculation. "Penny, I'm going to cum, get ready," he warned. Penny squealed in delight and held the beaker up to the head, pumping his cock even harder and faster. His cock stiffened in her hand and rose up further. She shifted the beaker to keep it in place, and then she felt his penis begin to throb as the first gob of cum shot through the shaft and out through the slit at the end. "Oh Teddy, here it comes!" she exclaimed. The first shot hit the bottom of the beaker with a splat. Everybody in class turned to watch when they heard the noise, although they couldn't see much as Penny still had Teddy's back to the class so that they would have privacy. Teddy continued to shoot his cum in rapid bursts. Penny was grinning with happiness, continuing to stroke him to maximize his pleasure. She couldn't take her eyes off the head of his cock, watching the thick white fluid jet out with each spasm. "Teddy, you're shooting lots of cum, look at it go!" She had wanted so much to have it shoot on her but this was still tremendous fun. It looked so excited and happy as it squirted shot after shot into the beaker. Teddy was himself ecstatic. This was frankly his best cum ever. It was the first time that it was someone else's hand that had made him cum and it felt so wonderful to feel her loving fingers stroking him as he released his load. He wanted it to last forever but within seconds he could feel the last couple of spurts, these jettisoning with much less force. When it was done he opened his eyes. Breathing heavily, feeling even a little light-headed, he watched her place the beaker of cum on her desk and carefully milk the last few drops from his cock with one had, as she caught the remaining drops within the palm of the other. She pretended to wipe off the cum with the edge of the beaker, but he could see that she was scraping the beaker along the edge of her palm. She smiled at him as she then folded her hand in her lap, waiting for the class to look the other way so she could use her tongue to lick up the drops in her palm. "All done, Miss Harding," she announced, holding up the beaker for Miss Harding to see. "Very good job Penny, and well done Teddy. That looks like a good sample for tomorrow morning. I want you to now please label the beaker with Teddy' name. Teddy, you can pull your pants back up and return to your seat." As Teddy bent over to pull his pants back up, Penny caught his eye, and showed him licking the cum from her palm. "It tastes good Teddy, I like the taste of your cum," she said sweetly. He smiled back. George warned Sara that he was getting close. Sara had wanted her penis to be the first to cum, but second place among all of the girls in the class would still be pretty darn good. She also figured that Penny and Teddy had an unfair advantage, having already gone on dates. As far as she knew, Penny had already jerked off Teddy many previous times. "Oh Georgie, you would make me so happy if we came in second. Can you cum please for your Sara?" She smiled at him and even spread her legs a bit farther apart. George could now even see a bit of her white panties. As she stroked his cock harder and faster, her plaid skirt hiked up further and further. She even lifted up her left foot onto a support bar of the chair so that she could have a better grip on his cock. The front of the skirt then slipped back, revealing the crotch of her panties covering the mound of her cunt. With the movements of her bottom in the chair, her panties were pulled very tight around her cunt, giving him a clear view of the outline of her cunt lips. He couldn't take his eyes off of her pantied-wrapped pussy. She noticed the direction of his eyes, looked down, and saw what she was exposing to him, but she did nothing to cover herself up. In fact, she looked back at him and whispered, "Billy, are you looking at my panties? You are such a bad, bad boy. How can you take advantage of me like that. Here I am, stroking your big nasty cock and you steal a look at my little girlie panties." She knew this talk was making him more and more excited. "I will show you more after class, Georgie, if you are the next one to cum. Just shoot your nasty hot sperm into the beaker and I will let you see underneath my panties. Would you like that Georgie? I know you could see my cunnie yesterday but this time you could see it up real close." She leaned in closer. "I might even let you touch it, if you cum now." That was it. Sara was telling him that he could touch her hairless pussy as she was stroking his cock. It was too much for him and he thrust his hips toward the beaker as he started shooting his cum. Sara shrieked with excitement and quickly put the beaker up to catch his ejaculation. "Look everyone, Georgie is cumming for me now." She stroked his cock with pride as his cock twitched and spurted into the beaker. She found the shooting cum to be a little scary but she maintained her concentration on her aiming and stroking of his cock, at the same time keeping the beaker right in front to catch the spurts. It was also a pretty good load of cum. Sara had done an excellent job of building George up to a thunderous explosion. She did know how to excite boys, and George released a lot of pent up sexual arousal. "Georgie is squirting lots of cum, look, look!" she said excitedly. She wanted everyone to notice how much cum she had been able to obtain from her partner, as she felt that it reflected largely on her own attractiveness. George did spurt quite a number of times and Sara in fact had to walk a thin line of keeping the beaker tilted enough to catch each spurt but not so much that she just poured the spent cum back out and onto her exposed thighs and panties. Mr. Peters and some of the students in the class could see that Sara's skirt had risen up fairly high on her thighs, although the front of her panties were still well hidden from their eyes by the chairs, desks, and George. The girls who noticed that the skirt had risen felt that Sara had again used her feminine wiles to get extra consideration, although they had to admit that showing George her legs to help him get excited did appear to be within the spirt of the assignment. As George's excitement began to wane, Sara continued to carefully stroke the cock to get the last few drops out. She was very happy and proud to have her partner come in second, and she seemed to have extracted quite a bit of cum from him. When she was finished she held the beaker up proudly for Mr. Peters and Miss Harding to see. "Another excellent job. Very good work, Sara," Miss Harding exclaimed. Sara beamed with pride as she looked at the pool of cum in her beaker. She in fact thought that it smelled kind of nice, a sort of fresh smell. "You can pull your pants up George and return to your seat," Miss Harding instructed. George was exhausted but contented. He was happy that he had succeeded for Sara. Her offer to show him her cunnie, as well as seeing it tightly wrapped by her panties, had indeed put him over the edge but he didn't expect her to actually follow through on it. As he was pulling his pants up, he noticed that she had not yet pulled her skirt back down. When his face was closest to the level of the seat of her chair, he tried to steal one final good look. She noticed his attempt, and she reached down with her hand, but instead of pulling her skirt back down over the front of her panties, she instead briefly stroked the front of them with one of her fingers, revealing a bit of wetness. She then pulled the skirt down to cover her legs. She whispered to him, "Maybe you could come to my house tonight, Georgie. You have been a very good boy and I will give my man his just reward." She smiled at him as he finished pulling up his pants. "Your wish is my command," he responded, trying to sound like a gallant knight. She giggled her appreciation. She found it kind of exciting to think about showing George her naked pussy. After all, he had already seen it the day before. This time it would be under her control. Maybe she would even show him the cork in her butt. The thought of doing that made her blush. Timmy started cumming at about the same time as George. Nancy was frankly glad to get it over with. Nancy was one of the prettier girls in the class, and it was rumored that she already had some experience with boys. Timmy had not been her first choice, and would probably have been one of her last choices. She was annoyed at having to jerk off Timmy. She felt that she deserved a much better partner, one more suitable for her looks and popularity. She was particularly jealous of Mary Sue, getting that hunk Alex for a partner. She was also annoyed that the two "little miss innocents," Tina and Tammie, had gotten Jimmy. It didn't help that Mary Sue had been showing off with Alex, and that Tammie was even afraid to touch Jimmy's cock. She knew that both Jimmy and Alex would have been much happier with her. However, there was little that she could do about this, so she had mechanically stroked Timmy's cock, waiting impatiently for him to shoot his cum. Timmy could tell that she wasn't really enjoying it. He was having good fun though. He knew that a pretty girl such as Nancy would never under any other circumstance give him a hand job. He often masturbated at home, fantasizing about having sex with one of the girl's in the class, and Nancy was a not uncommon choice for his dreaming. And, here she was, pounding away at his cock to make him cum. The scowl on her face was not consistent with his fantasy, so he generally kept his eyes closed, just basking in the feel of her hand, knowing that it was the hand of a very pretty girl. It was also an experienced hand. Nancy was not clumsy at giving a boy a hand job. She did appear to know what she was doing. She complained at one point that her hand was getting chafed, and so retrieved from her purse her hand lotion. This felt doubly better. None of the other girls had thought of doing this. Now his cock was slipping and sliding through her closed fist, just like it might slip and slide through her warm, wet mouth or even her hot, juicy cunt. Her hand even made squishy noises as his cock slid back and forth across her palm and fingers. She might not like what she was doing, but he certainly liked it and that was plenty enough for him. He even began to thrust his hips to complement the movement of her fist. She didn't care much for this but anything was fine with her as long as it made him cum sooner rather than later. Timmy had become lost in a fantasy. He was imagining that Nancy was bent over his desk, pleading with him to fuck her harder and harder. In his fantasy, he could feel his stiff cock shoving in and out of her tight warm cunt. Her cunt was gripping his cock so hard that it felt like a girl's hand; just like when she used her hand to make him big and hard to fuck her tight little hole. She was begging him to fuck her harder and harder because she wanted to cum so bad, telling him that he had such a big, hard cock, so much better than the cocks that had fucked her before. He leaned forward to get a better grip on the table as he jammed his cock deep into her cunt, just the way she liked it, and she screamed with pleasure as she felt him shove deep within her young, tight, wet pussy. In reality, Nancy was jolted back by Timmy's sudden movement forward, leaning heavy into her. She couldn't move far back, as she was just sitting in a chair, and he was now leaning heavily over her, his hips pounding into her wet, tight fist. Timmy fantasized that she was pleading with him to cum, to fill her pussy with his hot wet cum, that all she needed from him to cum herself was to feel him jettisoning his jism deep within her, to let her feel his hot spray gushing into her, filling up her tight cunt with his manly juice, and he did. Nancy felt the initial sign of his orgasm with her hand, noting that Timmy had not in fact warned her as he was supposed to. Timmy, however, had long forgotten about Miss Harding's instruction, and was in fact in another world. In his mind, he was cumming right on cue, bringing Nancy to her violent orgasm as his cum shot from his dick. Nancy, however, was in fact having difficulty keeping the beaker in front of his cock. He was violently thrusting his hips. He was leaning heavily into her (leaving little room for her own movement), and his chubby size made it difficult to control him. The slight bend in his cock did not help either. In fact, the first spurt left his cock as he was moving back with his hips. At that point, her fingers were largely covering the head of his cock and the first spurt was captured largely in her hand. "Yuck," she exclaimed, but not so loudly that others would hear. She did not want the whole class to watch Timmy cum on her. He thrust forward with the next gush, which shot largely to the right of the beaker due to the curve in his cock and rapid hip movements. It landed on her cheek and neck. Nancy wanted to just push him off and onto the floor, but she figured she would get into trouble, or at least draw attention to the fact that he was squirting his cum onto her. She made a quick, snap judgment. Rather than fight him, she leaned into him and let his cock sink into her mouth. She knew that he would like that and would not pull out. Plus, she could then absorb the rest of his cum in her mouth. Sucking a boy's cock was not in fact a new thing for her, so she felt she could stomach it. She wouldn't swallow any of it, and could simply spit the cum out into the beaker when he was done. As soon as her mouth wrapped around Timmy's cock he was shocked from his fantasy and quickly looked down. It was true, Nancy had wrapped her lips around his cock was taking his cum in her mouth. This was better than the fantasy; this was the reality. He was shooting his load into her mouth, and she was doing it willingly. She would in fact get into big trouble if anyone saw her. To help keep it secret, he leaned forward a bit more to get his shirt to cover much of her head and moved her hand with the beaker to make it appear that he was helping her hold the beaker in place. He then stopped thrusting and just let the remaining spurts fall comfortably and sweetly across her tongue. Her mouth felt so good. He continued to gush spurt after spurt of cum into her mouth, feeling her tongue swishing around his cock with each spurt, as if she wanted to taste each precious wad and to encourage another load to be emptied into her mouth. Nancy, however, had to fight the urge to push him away, and the urge to swallow. He was dumping quite a mass into her mouth and some of it was working its way to the back of her throat. She tried to move gobs of his cum to the hollows of her cheek but this only had the effect of feeling the head of his cock with her tongue, and then catching a couple of loads right onto the tip of her tongue. 'I hope nobody can see this,' she thought, feeling so disgusted and degraded to be taking Timmy in her mouth. When he was done, she pulled back and he did not resist. She then leaned down in her chair, pretending to wipe some cum off her skirt, when in fact she was quietly draining the cum from her mouth into the beaker. He continued to lean over her so that his shirt still give her privacy. When she was done, he pulled back. "Wow," he said, "Nancy, that was great, I didn't expect that." She gave him a scowl, "You better not tell anybody that I did that," she said, dabbing her lips with the cuff of her blouse. "Don't worry," he responded, "I won't tell anyone," and he leaned forward to help clean the cum that had hit her in the cheek. Nancy felt very embarrassed to have taken Timmy's cum in her mouth, but it was better there than all over her face. She looked around the room to see if anyone had seen her do it. It appeared that she had been successful. Nancy sat toward the back of the room, and Timmy had cum at about the same time as George. Sara had apparently drawn all the attention of the class to her when George was cumming, wanting to show off the fact that he came so soon and so hard for her. This was one time that Nancy didn't mind Sara's need for attention. "Well, you go back to your seat now and be sure that you don't tell anyone, you understand?", she warned him. Timmy smiled, "Really Nancy, I won't, I liked it a lot and I won't let anyone know about it." Timmy was ecstatic as he put his pants back on and resumed his seat. At first he had been embarrassed about being the last boy chosen, now he was the only to have gotten a blow job, and it was by Nancy. He didn't really understand why she used her mouth at the end. He figured it was because she had gotten so excited. He started to get another erection just thinking about it. He now had lots of material for his fantasies tonight. Nancy searched in her purse for some gum. The Lessons Ch. 06 Chapter 6: Penny Helps Teddy at the Library I want to begin by thanking all of you who provided positive feedback and supportive suggestions. I can't tell you how encouraging that was. I do want to note though that much of the next five chapters were drafted prior to the suggestions, so please don't be annoyed or disappointed if a suggested story does not appear to be among them. I liked a lot of the ideas and am working on subsequent chapters that will incorporate them. I did try to incorporate stylistic suggestions (e.g., see material from Sack's How to Blow a Man in His Underwear). Finally, yes, a few of the original chapters were not classified correctly. I do sincerely apologize. In any case, please enjoy and vote! - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - After Mr. Peters' class in which the boys provided samples of sperm for Miss Harding, Penny had been wanting to get Teddy alone. She was waiting for him when he came out of Miss Harding's Human Biology class, but he was not in a good mood. Miss Harding had used the sperm samples for the class, as she had said she would, but he found the whole experience to be embarrassing and frustrating. He had been paired with Sally Embretson, who found the exercise disgusting, and when she learned that the sperm they were studying was in fact Teddy's, she almost had a fit. Miss Harding settled her down, but Sally continued to make derogatory remarks about the "quality" of his sperm throughout the rest of their laboratory assignment. They almost failed the exercise when she kept insisting that she couldn't find anything in his sperm, arguing that it must be sterile. Penny wondered if perhaps she should just leave Teddy alone, but she walked with him down the hall as he recounted his frustration and embarrassment. She reassuringly touched his arm as they walked, trying to make him feel better. She eventually said, "I would have been happy to work with your sperm, Teddy." He turned to her and was softened by her affectionate smile. He then recognized how whiny and complaining he had been, forgetting about the fact that there was this pretty girl walking with him, a girl that only recently had been happy to give him a hand job and had even offered to do more. He realized the pettiness and selfishness of his behavior. "I'm sorry Penny. I'm ignoring you completely, and you're being so nice. I still haven't told you how much I appreciated how swell you were when Miss Harding humiliated me in front of the whole class." Miss Harding had indeed humiliated Teddy, and Penny tried to make him feel better. "It really wasn't so bad, Teddy. In fact, I heard some girls afterward talking about it." "Yea, I can imagine what that was like," he said glumly, immediately switching back to his self-pity. "What do you mean?" she feigned ignorance. She knew full well what he was thinking. Miss Harding had made a point of the fact that he had a small penis, no bigger than 5 inches perhaps when fully erect. This didn't bother Penny and she didn't want it to bother Teddy. Teddy was so humiliated by the experience though that he couldn't even get himself to explain. Penny continued, "I heard what they were saying. They were talking about how sexy you looked. They had never seen a man's erection before and they were all excited about it. Tammie even said that it looked kind of scary." Teddy wondered if Penny was just pulling his leg. He thought though that It was possible. Miss Harding herself had said nice things toward the end, and he knew that a lot of the girls were inexperienced. He could certainly imagine the little Tammie, or perhaps Tina, being impressed, even scared perhaps. But, they all had a good opportunity to compare sizes the next day, when all of the boys' erections were on display. Penny though had been nice to keep him turned away from the other students that time, so nobody could have directly compared him to anyone else. It was then possible that some of the girls were actually impressed. He was the only boy to show off the first day, and everybody, at least in Mr. Peters' class, had to show their things the second day. He began to feel better again. He turned to Penny, "Yea, Penny, maybe you're right." Penny smiled at her success. She liked him a lot, and wanted so much for him to feel better. Teddy continued, "Listen, we haven't gone out for awhile, you know. I was kind of wondering, maybe, if you might want to go to the Blue Moon on Friday." The Blue Moon was a dance club. "I would love to go with you, Teddy. I was hoping you would ask." She leaned into him with her shoulder. Teddy reached for her hand, and she let him hold it. He felt a lot better now. He also liked Penny a lot. They had gone out a number of times, but he was always unable to openly express his feelings for her. He was just hoping that she would infer his feelings from the fact that they went out together. He had not even yet developed the nerve to kiss her. They did hold each other when they danced, but he would quickly let go when the song ended. Penny had always wanted to do things with Teddy, sexual things, but she knew it was wrong for the girl to act first and Teddy couldn't even get himself to kiss her. She didn't know what to do to help him get the courage. One time, she had even unbuttoned her blouse all the down to the top of her bra. She didn't know what could be more obvious than that. The top of her bra was plainly visible. Teddy did steal a lot of glances but whenever she tried to get him to acknowledge where his eyes were peaking, he would just turn away and change the subject. Teddy would explain later that he just thought the open buttons were an accident and he didn't want to embarrass her by admitting that he could see some of her brassiere. Penny began to wonder if maybe he didn't find her attractive. Maybe he didn't think she was pretty enough. Penny would not be described as a beautiful girl but she was still very attractive. She had a wholesome quality. She had long, straight blonde hair, curly bangs, pretty green eyes, smooth and pure skin, and plump, pink cheeks. She cursed the fact that the college would not let the girls wear any perfume, and at best only a little make-up. Girls like Wendy had no trouble attracting boys, with her big bosoms. Penny's breasts were somewhat on the small size. Not as small as Tina's or Tammie's, but not what one describe as full or large. Sara used her feminine wiles to get boys' attention, openly teasing them in the hallway. Penny felt that she couldn't do that, and, besides, such behavior might even scare Teddy away. The hand job in class may have changed everything for them. She could openly play with his erection during class because Mr. Peters and Miss Harding required it. He would have gotten a bad grade if he didn't let her, and once he got used to her playing with him in that manner, she let him know that she was willing to do more; a lot more, and it was clear that he felt the same way. She was then grateful to Mr. Peters for the class exercise. She had very mixed feelings, to say the least, toward Miss Harding though, given her humiliation of Teddy. Penny and Teddy walked down the hallway, openly and comfortably holding hands. It was now clear to anyone who looked that they were boyfriend-girlfriend. "What about tonight, Teddy? Are you doing anything tonight?" She decided that she couldn't wait until Friday. Teddy, however, explained that he had to work that night. It was his night to manage the reference desk at the library. His parents did not have as much money as most of the other students, and being in charge of the reference desk was one of his work study assignments. He didn't mind, as it was not particularly demanding. Very few students even seemed to use the library, partly because you could now get pretty much any reference material you wanted via the internet, and also because so many of the Templeton students didn't seem to even be that interested in their studies. He spent much of the time just catching up on his own homework. Penny had forgotten about his work study assignment. "Oh, yeah, that's right." She was disappointed. Teddy was also disappointed. He would so much rather spend time with her. Frankly, he wanted to do something for her to show his gratitude for how nice she had been to him the last couple of days. He was in fact planning on taking her out to dinner before the Blue Moon, an expense that wasn't that easy for him. "Well," she suggested, "How about I come by the library and keep you company. I can bring my homework with me and we can talk, or something." He was very happy with that idea. He wanted to let her know how he felt about her, and the library might be a good place for that. There wouldn't be a lot of pressure to have to talk all of the time. Most of the time they would be doing their homework, and when the moment was right he could tell her how he felt about her. He said, "Great, that's a great idea." She smiled at him, and then let go of his hand to dash home to get ready. "OK, I will meet you there later." She waved goodbye as she pranced away. Teddy watched her bottom bounce as she ran off. - - - - - - - - - Later that evening, Teddy saw Penny walking toward him across the library. He was glad to see her. Work so far had been very boring. She waved to him as she approached. He smiled back to her. She sauntered up to the reference desk. It was not in fact a desk. It was a three-edge, fully enclosed counter, which you entered through a swinging gate. Students were generally not allowed behind the counter. It held a considerable amount of files and documents that were only for the eyes of the administration, staff, and faculty contained within cabinets and drawers that occupied much of the space beneath the counter. Penny leaned on the counter, smiled at him and asked, "Miss me?" In fact, Teddy had been thinking a lot about Penny. She had been so nice to him the last few days and he really hadn't done anything in return. He had therefore stopped at a florist on the way to work and bought her a small vase of flowers. He pulled it out from beneath the counter and handed it to her: a vase of lilacs, her favorite flower (at least that is what he recalled her saying in class). Her eyes lit up, and she beamed with surprise and appreciation. "Oh, Teddy, what a nice surprise!" He had never previously expressed much affection. This was out of character and it was even well conceived. She really did love lilacs. She smelled their sweet scent. She dashed around the counter before he could tell her that she was not allowed back there, and gave him a big hug. He was surprised by her reaction. It was just a little vase of flowers. They weren't even particularly expensive, but she acted like it was a new car. It helped him to appreciate how important it was for her to actually hear how he felt about her. He had been assuming that she understood, but it was evident how much better she felt when he was more verbal, or, at least in this case, more demonstrative. However, he felt rather self-conscious about her embracing him like this in public. "They're so pretty, Teddy, I love them. You're so sweet." She picked up the lilacs again and delighted in their scent. She sat down on a stool behind the counter. He decided to not make an issue of the fact that she was behind the counter. He was just glad that she was willing to share in the boredom of his job. Penny sat on the stool and grinned at him, swinging one of her legs playfully. "Has work been real boring today, Teddy?" she asked. "You're telling me," he replied. "I think I have had only two requests so far this evening, and I've been here for over two hours. You can see that there is hardly anybody in here." They had a good view of the main floor. The head librarian, Mrs. Baxter, was across the expansive floor, managing the periodicals. There were stacks of journals along the sides and within the ample space of the center were rows of tables for studying. Yet, there were only a few students in sight; most of the seats were empty. Penny was now alternately swinging both legs. "Maybe my man needs some cheering up?" Teddy liked it that she referred to him as her 'man,' and he smiled at her. "I would like anything other than this, but there is nothing one can do in a library, other than study." Penny hopped off the stool and stood next to him. "Well, I know something I could do." She reached down and rubbed her fingers along the front of Teddy's pants. Teddy quickly pulled away in shock. "Penny," he quietly admonished, "Not here, people can see." It was bad enough that she was behind the counter. Touching him there was clearly over the top. Penny, however, was not to be denied. She stepped up to him again. "Oh posh, Teddy. The counter is above your waist. Nobody can see what my hand is doing," and she again stroked the front of his pants. She smiled flirtatiously at him, daring him to say no. Penny couldn't actually feel anything through his pants, at least for awhile. Teddy was entirely limp and his little penis was well hidden beneath his slacks and briefs. However, Penny pretended that she was stroking something, not entirely sure what she was feeling, hoping that it wasn't something in his pocket. Teddy could feel his heart racing and maybe even some sweat on his brow beginning to form. He wasn't getting excited sexually. This was just too dangerous and weird, but its weirdness and dangerousness were themselves exciting. He didn't pull away this time but he continued to argue with her. "Penny, you should stop that now, somebody is bound to see." Penny frowned and pulled away her hand. She had noticed that he didn't seem to be getting an erection; perhaps there was no point. She returned to the stool. She kept her back turned to Teddy and bent over, placing her elbows on the stool rather than getting back on it. She turned back to Teddy and grinned, "Am I being a bad girl, Teddy? You think maybe you should spank me?" Teddy's jaw dropped. Her pose was provocative, with her plaid skirt draping so nicely across her rear end. She was even subtly wiggling her bottom back and forth. Penny remembered Miss Harding suggesting that Teddy liked to be spanked. She wondered if maybe he also liked spanking girls. Teddy looked hastily around the library to see if anyone was noticing what Penny was doing. Nobody seemed to be looking. "Penny, keep your voice down. We're in a library, you know." Penny had to admit that she probably should have spoken more quietly. She looked around the library herself, seeing whether anybody was paying any attention to them, still swinging her hips at Teddy, her plaid draped bottom waving back and forth as she surveyed the library. She reached up to the counter and brought down the first book she could find. She opened it up and pretended to read. "Nobody can see me very well at all back here," she whispered with mock annoyance to Teddy. "They can probably just barely see my head." She briefly went up on her tip toes to accentuate her upraised fanny. Teddy had to admit that she might be right about that. The stool was well below the top of the counter, and her head just barely came over the top. Her bottom, however, was almost as high as her head. He wasn't entirely sure that nobody could see her bottom, which was being rather provocatively exhibited. However, Penny raised the stakes by reaching back and pulling up her skirt, revealing her panties. "Penny," Teddy gasped. He looked rapidly around the room. Nobody seemed to be looking. He wasn't sure what to do. He didn't really want her to pull her skirt back down, but this seemed awfully risky to him. Penny was holding the skirt so that much of her bottom was evident, and she was wearing really cute panties. They were pink with lettering across her bum. Written in light blue script were the words, "I'm a very naughty girl." Teddy was both shocked and amazed. She looked back at him and smiled, again wiggling her pink bottom back and forth. "I bought these for you, Teddy, do you like them?" She had indeed bought them for him that very afternoon. She had gone to an adult novelty store, which was pretty risky for a girl from Templeton. However, she had worn a large coat and scarf, just in case she came across anybody that she knew. She found it really exciting to be wearing the panties and had been looking forward to showing them off to Teddy. Teddy liked them a lot. Now he could feel his cock beginning to harden in his pants. He really didn't want her to pull the skirt down now. Her little derriere was so nicely wrapped by the tight pink cloth: so round, so alluring. He had never thought Penny could be so brazen. She was being a naughty girl; maybe one that deserved a little punishment. He could even see the outline of her little cunnie between her legs. He realized that he would indeed like to give her a little playful spanking; any excuse for being able to put his hand on her soft, smooth cheeks. But, she was taking such a very big chance. "You know," she teasingly suggested, "If you come over here you can protect me from getting into any trouble. They won't be able to see if you covered me up." She gave him a little grin. She even stuck one finger in her mouth, looking flirtatiously at him in an innocent manner, yet still showing him her naughty panties. Teddy quickly walked up behind her and reached for her skirt. "Not with that, honey." She handed him the book. "You can read the book on my bottom." She placed the open book across her lower back. He pulled it down so that it covered her exposed fanny. "You have to get closer to be able to read it," she taunted. He moved up against her. His crotch was now in contact with her soft tushy. Teddy leaned in even closer, feeling his growing erection against her cushy cheeks. They both found it very erotic. She rubbed her fanny against him. "Teddy," she exclaimed, although quietly, "Is that your ruler in your pants, or are you also being a naughty boy?" She turned back to look at him. "You're not trying to take advantage of me, are you?" She wrinkled her brow as if she was actually offended. Teddy was enjoying her role playing. He pushed his crotch harder into her backside, openly rubbing his erection against her supple cheeks. He even squatted a bit to try to get his erection against the mound of her cunt, although he found that this position was quite awkward. "I think it's you that is being naughty," he quietly retorted. "Well, then," she said, "Why don't you, spank me?" She smiled and pushed back into his crotch. Teddy stepped a bit to the side, tilted the book up slightly with his left hand, and gave her a few gentle pats on her bottom with his right hand. She giggled and said, "That's not a real spanking, Teddy. You're just playing with my bottom. Mr. Peters wouldn't do that." He couldn't argue with that, but there was no way he could get away with a real swat in the library. "That's ok, though, sweety, you can just play with it if you want." Teddy did like looking at the writing across her bottom, it made her impish pose even more tempting. He looked at the sweet curves of her rump as he stroked and fondled her cheeks. Simply the fact that she was wearing such panties was enticing. He realized that apparently he didn't know her as well as he thought. Penny had tried to entice him a number of previous times but he never seemed to get the message. Now her bawdiness was written explicitly across her tush. "A penny for your thoughts, Teddy." Penny noticed that he was deep in thought, staring at her bottom as he explored the smooth curves of her cheeks with his hand. Teddy was unsure if he really wanted to tell her what he was thinking. What he wanted was in fact Penny. He was thinking how neat it would be to touch her between the legs, or maybe even get his hand under her panties. The Lessons Ch. 06 "Maybe if my panties were down, do you think that would help?" she asked, again giving him an impish expression. "That would be more like a real spanking." She reached back to pull her panties down to just below her cheeks. "Oh my gosh, Penny," Teddy exclaimed, his eyes wide open with surprise as she worked the panties down. It wasn't that easy to do, maintaining the submissive posture while still pulling them down and not letting anyone see. She didn't want to stand up to do it, thinking that she might then just attractive attention. Her smooth white cheeks, separated by the innocent crack, came into view. Teddy quickly moved right behind her again to help her keep hidden. However, any person who came up to the counter would be able to see her naked ass. Just standing behind her wouldn't hide the fact that she was bare ass naked. And, for all he knew somebody was coming up. He scanned carefully all three directions, trying to see if anyone was indeed approaching, all the time keeping the front of his trousers glued to her naked butt, his hands on each sides of her soft, smooth cheeks to try to keep them hidden as well. She giggled as he was looking around. She was peeking over the counter and could see that nobody was coming up to the desk. She felt that he was being much too nervous about this. "Are you trying to hide me or have sex with me?" she playfully teased. He looked down at her and saw that the position he was in was in fact more revealing than concealing. If any person saw them from across the room, it would be evident that he was standing right behind the bent over Penny. Nobody could see much of Penny, just the top of her head perhaps, but it might not be hard to imagine what was going on based on their positions. Nobody would probably believe it, but they would have a hard time not imagining it. He quickly moved to the side. "Teddy, I wasn't trying to scare you away. Come back and protect your girl's modesty. Do you want someone to see my naked bum?" Penny was driving him crazy. He didn't know what to do. Asking her to leave was out of the question but it was evident that she was not going to behave. He thought that maybe she did deserve a good spanking, at least for fun. He contemplated taking her to the video room. It was largely sound proof. He could leave a note on the counter that he was temporarily unavailable. But, he realized that there are no locks on the video doors. It was too risky. As he wondered what to do, he couldn't resist the opportunity to explore her naked curves with his hand. He had never touched a girl there before; had never even seen a real girl's naked butt. He enjoyed immensely the sight of her creamy cheeks. He watched as his fingers trace along the crack of her butt. He moved his fingers up and down the crack, enjoying the sensation of the intimate fondling. The fact that she was allowing him to explore her in such a personal manner was terribly arousing. He followed the crack down with the fingers of his hand, stopping when he sensed that he was near her opening. He looked at her face to see her reaction. She just smiled and leaned down further into her hands resting on the stool, and spread her legs to give him more room. He poked his fingers deeper into her crack and touch her asshole. She giggled softly. "You are a bad boy, aren't you, Teddy," encouraging him to continue by puckering her anus as he explored its furrows. He quickly looked around the library again. He realized that he had become engrossed in the sight and feel of her bare bottom for quite some time. Anybody could have walked up and caught them. He doubted that he would have noticed. Fortunately, nobody had been, or apparently was, moving in their direction. However, Mrs. Baxter did seem to be looking at him from way across the room. He couldn't quite tell her expression from this distance but it was odd how she seemed to be looking straight at them. "Penny, can you see Mrs. Baxter?" Penny lifted her head up a bit to get a better look. "Yes, but I don't think she can see me." Teddy disagreed, his finger still exploring her asshole. "If you can see her, she can see you." Teddy gave a squeeze and a little pat, but then removed his hand and walked across his cubicle to the far end, trying to look casual, as if he needed to get something. As he pretended to be looking at a file on the counter, he stole another glance at Mrs. Baxter. By this time she appeared to be concentrating on some paperwork. Teddy breathed a sigh of relief and looked back over to Penny. Penny was now standing straight up, pretending herself to be looking at a book on the counter. Teddy was a bit disappointed that she was no longer showing him her ass, but he was also relieved. They would have gotten into so much trouble if they had been caught. Probably much more so for Penny than for him, as she was the one with her panties down, but he knew that he should be looking out for her. She had helped him during the class and he needed to be equally protective of her. He walked back to her side. "That was close, Penny," he whispered. "We could have gotten into really big trouble there." She turned to face him, leaning back against the counter. She lifted up the vase of Lilacs and smelled them. "Don't lilacs smell so nice, Teddy." She held the vase under his nose. He had smelled them a number of times as he was carrying them to the library, and he had to admit that the scent was strong and very pleasant. "It is nice, isn't it," he agreed. "I wish we could wear perfume here. Do you think a lilac perfume would be good for me?" She bent her head to the side so that he could sniff her neck, holding the lilacs close by so that the scent would seem to be coming from her. "Penny!" he scolded. "People will see." She was disappointed and she showed it. She turned away from him and put the lilacs back on the counter. Teddy knew he screwed up. She was asking from him so very little in comparison to what she was giving to him. "What difference does it make if they do see," she said quietly. "Why don't you want anyone to see that we like each other." That wasn't it at all and he felt she should know that. The real problem was that they might get into trouble. He wasn't suppose to have anybody back there, let alone someone with her panties down. He was suppose to be working. He wasn't suppose to be necking with his girlfriend. However, just saying that made him realize how wrong he was. For sometime now he wanted her to actually be his girlfriend but he couldn't bring himself to openly express his feelings. He had been worried that she would reject him. She was now making it very clear that she wanted him to be her boyfriend and he was letting some library rule mess it up. He came up behind her, parted her hair that hung down her back, and gently kissed her on the back of her neck; not once, but a few times. He wasn't even particularly quiet about it. She at first sighed then beamed, enjoying the physical sensation but also the fact that he was openly and publicly expressing his affection. He was letting her know how he felt and that he didn't care who knew about it. When he finished he whispered, "I'm sorry, Penny. You're the best thing that has ever happened to me." She turned around, smiled, and teasingly scolded, "Theodore Newman, now you just stop that. Somebody is going to see." She moved away to another section of the counter. As Penny was moving away, Teddy couldn't help himself from checking to see if he had been caught. He looked to see if Mrs. Baxter had noticed, but he seemed to be safe. When Penny stopped, she leaned over the counter, again pretending to look at something, and then nonchalantly reached behind her to scratch her bottom. In the process, she lifted up her skirt to reveal the fact that she had not yet pulled up her panties. They were still clinging to her thighs, just below her smooth white cheeks. She looked around the library to check if anybody was looking. When it appeared safe, she tucked the back end of her skirt into her waistband so that her cheeks were entirely revealed, although the front of the skirt appeared largely normal. She looked over at Teddy and gave him a big grin, as well as a nice view of her round white buns. He smiled back. She reminded him of that old add for suntan lotion. She then picked up a pencil and dropped it on the floor to her right, put a hand to her mouth in mock surprise, turned, and bent full over from the waist to pick it up, presenting to him the full and wonderful sight of her bare ass. He could see most everything. Her full round white cheeks, her opened crack, her puckered asshole, and the lips of her cunt. None of this he had ever seen before. His eyes opened wide, and his cock swelled. It was only with tremendous restraint that he did not say anything or approach her. Penny stayed bent over much longer than was really necessary to get her pencil. Teddy admired her obscene pose and then looked out across the library, noticing that only a couple of students were looking over at them, having heard the sound of the pencil hitting the floor. He quickly looked back at Penny. She was still bent over, now looking back at him, smiling. There was no way that anybody in the library could see anything. He could tell that her raised butt was still below the top of the counter. She gave him a little wiggle. He thought he detected even a wink from her anus, and then she stood back up, wearing a subtle but evident smile of satisfaction. Teddy turned back toward the rest of the library, reached down to his slacks hidden by the counter and made a few necessary adjustments to provide more room for the swelling of his dick. As he was doing so, he heard the approaching footsteps. He looked up to see one of the students who had been sitting at a nearby table walking toward them. Penny saw him too and quickly pulled the back of her skirt out of her waistband. The student did not stay long. It was evident that he could tell that something was going on. He noticed how awkward Penny and Teddy were acting, but he appeared to suspect only that they were flirting with each other. There was no indication that he actually saw how far it had gone. He asked a few questions of Teddy while Penny pretended to be checking a file beneath the counter. As Teddy talked to the student, Penny was bent over looking into the file drawer. She wasn't showing them anything as her skirt was now well past her fanny and thighs. Nevertheless, knowing that beneath that plaid skirt her panties were pulled down to expose her naked butt was enough to entice Teddy. Teddy did fear that her panties might in fact fall down the rest of the way, an accident that would not go unnoticed by the student. Teddy continually found excuses to generally look in Penny's direction, checking to see if they were still safe, as well as enjoying the sight of the movements of her bottom as she searched unsuccessfully within the file. When she heard him walking away, she looked back at Teddy and caught the direction of his eyes. She then stood up and faced him from across the compartment. She wiggled her legs in an odd fashion. He couldn't tell what she was doing. It was as if she had an itch between her legs or was playing with an imaginary hula hoop. He thought for a second that this was how she liked to stimulate itself, and then he saw the panties drop to her feet. She had been wiggling her panties off her hips and onto the floor. They were now wrapped around her ankles. "Oops," she said, a playful smile on her face. "I think I had an accident, Teddy." She said more softly, "I think my panties fell down. What do you think I should do?" She shrugged her shoulders in a childish manner of helpless confusion. Teddy was himself blushing with confusion. She started walking to him, despite the panties entangled around her feet. She could only take little, awkward steps, being careful not to trip on the panties but also ensuring that they stayed wrapped around her ankles. Her walk reminded Teddy of a geisha girl; at least one with her panties at her ankles. Teddy wanted to laugh but kept his composure. Penny smiled as she took steps of only a few inches, occasionally shuffling and mildly tripping on her panties. When she finally got to his side, she whispered, "Mr. Newman, my panties seem to have fallen down. Would you please untangle them from my ankles? I sure don't want to trip and fall." Teddy looked around to be sure that they were safe. He then got down on his knees, bent over, and removed her panties from her around her feet. Before he stood back up he savored the moment. There was something delightful in actually having in his hands the panties of Penny. They felt so soft, warm, and intimate. He wanted to sniff them but was too self-conscious. He carefully rolled them up and placed them in his pocket. He then looked up to her, tracing his eyes along her smooth, curved legs, noticing that he could in fact look far up her legs. He imagined what must be just beyond the shadows beneath her skirt. Penny saw the direction of his eyes and pulled the front of her skirt up. Teddy gasped. He was now looking right up at her naked cunt. He wanted to get an even closer look. He got higher on his knees so that his face was right in front of her pussy, his eyes just inches away. The sight was entrancing. He could see the soft little mound, covered in a furry down, the slit of her lips readily in sight, tracing across the center of her mound and then dipping down in between her thighs. He glanced up to her face. She was smiling down at him. He grasped each of the cheeks of her bare bottom, enjoying for a moment their round pliant softness, and then leaned into her cunt and kissed her lips through the thin layer of young growth. Penny gasped and placed a hand gently on his head. Teddy then tentatively brought out his tongue and softly licked the lips of her cunt. Penny gasped with the contact. His wet lip on her the lips of her cunt felt deliriously good. Teddy was actually licking her private part, her pussy. She closed her eyes and spread her thighs to give him more room. She fondled the hair on his head as he lapped at her cunt like a puppy. She opened her eyes to look fondly down at him and then realized where they were. She quickly pulled back. Even she felt that this was probably going too far. She knew that there was no way that she would be able to keep her composure if he kept doing that. She playfully smacked him on the head, leaned down, and whispered. "Teddy, who is the bad boy now. Get up before somebody gets suspicious." She pulled down her plaid skirt, hiding her cunt from view. Teddy hesitated, quietly moaned in frustration, and stood up. He noticed that a few of the persons studying at tables were looking at them. He wondered if they were getting suspicious. He immediately started to pretend that he was writing something. Penny also pretended to be working on something while still standing next to him. She whispered to him, "Are you mad at me, Teddy?" He replied, not looking up, "Not at all Penny. You were right. I got carried away." "I just don't think I could keep a straight face if you did that to me." He smiled at the thought of actually eating Penny out to the point that she had an orgasm. It would be particularly fun to do it while she had to try to keep a straight face. The thought of doing this, doing it anywhere, helped to maintain his erection. He thought about her squirming in passion, trying to look calm while he licked and sucked on little pussy. But, there was no chance of that. They had to get back to work. They pretended to work for awhile. She then said, "I bet you could keep a straight face." Teddy briefly glanced at her, then returned to his paper work. He didn't argue with her, but he knew that was a very foolish idea. When he masturbated at home, he was often very quiet, not wanting his parents to hear what he was doing. Perhaps they could do that. He would just have to not show much expression. But, what would people in the library think if Penny all of a sudden disappeared from view for an extended period of time, and what if someone came up to the counter and he needed to get something in a file across from them, and what if Mrs. Baxter came to get something from behind the counter? As he was contemplating all of these possibilities, Penny crouched down and crawled under the counter to kneel in front of him. She knew that nobody could see her there. Only somebody who came back behind the counter would be able to see her. She reached out and lightly stroked his erection through his pants. His stiffness was now clearly evident to her. You couldn't see it well through his tight briefs and loose slacks, but Penny could feel the distinct shape, like a hot dog or cigar shoved down his pants. She smiled. Teddy shifted his posture. He knew that he probably should just walk away to get her to stop, but her hand felt so good he stayed put. He figured she would not take any serious chances. She was the one who had just stopped him when he tried to use his mouth on her. He figured that she would probably just stop with a little playful teasing. He rested his elbows on the counter and enjoyed the sensation of her fingers playing with his cock through his pants. He grinned, and then realized that he needed to keep his composure. He cleared his throat and shifted his feet, giving her more room and giving him a more comfortable position. Penny then slowly, quietly, unzipped his pants. Teddy glanced around the room to be sure that nobody looked suspicious. He tapped his pen on the counter in a nervous anticipation. Penny didn't want to unbuckle his pants. She didn't want them to fall down, knowing that it would be difficult for him to quickly get them back up if somebody approached the counter. By standing right against the counter, nobody would be able to tell if his erect cock was sticking out of his pants, but the absence of any pants would be difficult, if not impossible, to hide. She reached into his pants to extract his erect cock. However, she discovered that this was not so easy. Teddy's cock was not particularly big. In fact, fully erect it was probably no more than five, at best, six inches. Penny had measured it in class and wrote down 7 inches, but she had intentionally exaggerated its length. Nevertheless, it was so stiff that she had difficulty extracting it through the flap of his small jockey shorts. Teddy tended to wear briefs that were probably too small for him. Penny found the flap. She put her index fingers on either side of the oval, and slowly pulled the flap apart. Gradually, a very small opening was revealed as the opening of his briefs begin to part. A grin began to grow on her face as the shaft of his stiffy came into view. She could see the hard snake hiding inside, desperately wanting to escape, to receive her loving, but it was currently trapped within his tight wighties. She slid her fingers into the tight flap and briefly stroked the hard smooth skin of his dick. Teddy sighed and spread his legs a bit, trying to give her more room to work. Penny then slid her fingers up the flap to where the head of his cock was pressing against the fabric. She leaned in and planted a lick through his fly on the rounded bulge in his briefs. Teddy looked down at his file and rapidly tapped his large indexing pen, feeling Pennies lips for the first time actually trying to wrap themselves around the head of his cock. It was through the cloth of his briefs but it was still intensely pleasurable. Penny then pulled wide and up on the flap, stretching the fabric until the head of his penis appeared and popped out. Her eyes widened in pleasure. It was such a nice sight. His cock looked so strong and powerful to her, bursting through the tight flap of his little briefs. She took her time tracing her fingers around the shaft and head, enjoying the sight of the manly round bulb at the head, the slit where he came and peed, and the firmness of the rod that jutted his cock head so far out from his pants. The Lessons Ch. 06 It was also exciting to have it out of his pants within such a public place. She laughed to herself. The danger they were in was kind of thrilling. Everybody was in the same room as them, studying books and reading files, while Teddy had a big erection sticking out of his pants, and she, the innocent Penny, was openly playing with it. She thought, 'Imagine what they would think if this counter just fell away and they saw me?' It was fun to think about the risk they were taking. There was also, ironically, a complementary privacy. She liked the fact that her time with his cock was now just her own. It was like she was in a little private box with this big, erect cock to play with and nobody could see what she was doing with it. Not even Teddy could see her, as his body was pushed up against the counter. This was her own private time with his dick to do with it what she wanted and pleased. She decided that she would take her time and enjoy herself. She stuck her nose up against it, wiggling her nose against the head like she was giving it an Eskimo kiss. She giggled at the silliness of it. It bounced around on her nose like a stiff hot dog. She took the head in between her fingers and squeezed it so that the slit at the end opened up. She tried to look inside but it was kind of dark under the counter and she couldn't open it very far. She then sniffed along the full length of the shaft and the head itself. She liked the musky smell; it made his cock seem all the more masculine. Teddy was frankly confused and curious as to what was going on. He assumed that she would get right to work on a hand job, and perhaps even give him a blow job. He couldn't tell what she was doing. Penny knew that what she was doing was all rather silly and childish, and she probably wouldn't do it if Teddy could see her, but this was why she liked the privacy. It was as if his cock was sticking through a hole into a private cubicle for her to play with in any way she saw fit (her own little glory hole, if she had known what that was). She began to lick the shaft of his cock, as if she was licking a large popsicle. Now Teddy could tell what she was doing and his cock leaped in appreciation. Penny worked at trying to be sure that she licked every inch. She would have liked to try to lick his balls as well, but she was worried about hurting them if she tried to pull them out. Their loose skin was likely to get caught in his zipper, so she confined her play just to his cock. When she finished licking the shaft she turned her attention to the head of his cock and began licking it over and over, as if it was the top of an ice cream cone that just didn't seem to go down no matter how hard or often she licked at it. Teddy found this to be quite intense. The flap of his briefs still held tightly on his shaft, providing their own stimulation yet also grabbing and directing his shaft. Teddy twitched and squirmed. This made it a bit difficult for Penny, as she had set a personal requirement that she could not yet use her hands. She had to chase it around with her tongue, at times getting poked in the face as he stuck his hips back toward the counter after slipping away in response to an intense lick. Teddy did not think that his movements were particularly revealing for persons within the library. He could be simply shifting the position of his feet, as if he was getting tired of standing up so long. Penny's licking also did not make any significant noise. He could barely hear her himself. However, complicating their secrecy was the approach of Miss Harding. Teddy had not noticed Miss Harding enter the room, but there she was, walking up to the counter. She seemed to be coming straight for him. He wondered if he should reach down and try to get his cock back into his pants but he doubted that this movement would go unnoticed by her. He wanted to at least warn Penny that Miss Harding was approaching but Miss Harding was looking straight at him and she would be able to see him talking to her. He thought that maybe he could just move down the counter a bit, away from Penny, but he was afraid that she would go after him, increasing the risk of making some noise that got them caught. He now regretted that they were doing this. Miss Harding did notice that Teddy looked unusually apprehensive. However, she attributed his expression to their earlier interactions. She figured that for all he knew, she was coming to give him another punishment. She smiled to herself, wondering if he was thinking whether she might in fact spank him right in the middle of the library, maybe even masturbate him again. The thought was rather tantalizing to her. She had to admit that she had enjoyed playing with the young man's cock, and watching all of the boys get masturbated the subsequent day. As she approached Teddy, she realized that she wanted to have him again, perhaps have him in other ways, in new ways. The thought of teaching a young man all about sex was very exciting to her. However, she was ostensibly coming to talk to Teddy in order to provide him with some reassurance and consolation. She was troubled with how the boys had treated him during her biology class. When she reached the counter, she asked sweetly, "Teddy, how are you doing?" "I'm fine, Miss Harding," he responded. As soon as Penny heard her voice she froze in mid-lick. She slowly pulled back, doing her best to not make any noise. "Teddy, I wonder if you could help me get a book down from one of the top shelves. It's much too high to get by myself." Teddy replied, "Well, Miss Harding, there should be a step ladder for that. There are step ladders in all of the stacks." "I know, but I am wearing my heels and I won't be able to keep my balance on the steps. I could take them off but I don't want to ruin my pantie hose. Won't you please be a dear and help me for a second?" The truth of the matter was that she wanted to get him alone in a corner of the library so that they could talk privately. She didn't want to have this conversation right at the counter, in case anyone might walk up and overhear. Teddy said, "Alright, just tell me where it is and I will meet you there. I just have to finish a few notes here first." Miss Harding didn't understand this response. On the one hand, it seemed reasonable to first finish what he was doing, but students rarely failed to respond immediately to a request of a member of the faculty, particularly Teddy. She furrowed her brow in concern. Teddy saw the reaction, but having her be a bit annoyed with him was far better than showing her an exposed erect cock. Penny was listening closely to the conversation and realized that Teddy needed to leave the cubicle. She quickly pushed his erection back into his pants and quietly zipped him up, being careful not to catch the skin of his cock in the zipper. She patted his erection through his slacks when she was finished, letting him know that it was now ok. As she was finishing, Teddy said, "Actually, Miss Harding, I don't have to do this right now. I can come with you." He then started to pull away from the counter but Penny realized that his erection was still very evident through his slacks. She had just stuck his cock back into his slacks without getting it through the flap of his jockey briefs. His slacks were so loose that he might as well have had a cucumber stuck in his pants. His erection wasn't very big, but it was plenty big to be seen poking through his slacks. As he started to pull away from the counter she grabbed his foot to stop him. Teddy was caught off guard by this. He became a bit flustered and instinctively looked down. He saw the bulge. Miss Harding followed his eyes and also saw the bulge. Fortunately, she could not see much farther down his legs. Miss Harding smiled but quickly changed her expression. She figured that Teddy must have gotten an erection as he watched her approaching the counter. He probably was thinking about getting another spanking from her, perhaps another hand job, or perhaps even something more. It was nice to know the boy got a stiffy just by the sight of her. As soon as Teddy saw his erection poking out from his pants, he quickly moved back to the counter and glanced at Miss Harding to see if she had seen it as well. She pretended that she had not seen anything. She had no interest in embarrassing the boy any further. In fact, the reason for her visit was precisely opposite to that. She cleared her throat and said, "No, Billy, you just take your time. Finish your work. I will be over at the classics section. Why don't you meet me there." She then turned around and headed to the far corner of the library, smiling all the way and providing him a nice waggle in her hips as she walked across the library. Teddy sighed in deep relief. He squatted down a bit as he quickly undid his slacks, and pulled down his shorts to more easily get his cock back inside of his briefs. Penny was giggling as she watched him stuff his boner back inside his jockey shorts, but she was also sorry for almost getting him into big trouble. "I'm sorry, Teddy, I didn't realize that it needed to be all the way in." He wasn't angry at her and he smiled to let her know. She then said, "It's so big and hard, I guess your pants just can't hide it." His smile got bigger with her flattery. Once he got his pants zipped and buckled, he bent down and gave her a deep kiss on the lips. It was in fact the first time they had kissed on their lips. It was instinctive on his part. He had done it without thinking, and it was probably better that he hadn't thought about it in advance. They looked into each other's eyes and kissed again, this time more slowly and tenderly. Teddy asked, "Will you still be here when I get back?" Penny nodded. She even considered staying beneath the counter, providing him a big reward upon his return, but she realized that she would have no idea who might be walking up to the counter. She couldn't see anything from her current position, and she wouldn't want Mrs. Baxter finding her sitting under the counter. "I don't' think I should stay here, Teddy. I will wait for you on the stool. I can watch the counter for you while you're gone." Actually, that was all that Teddy in fact had in mind. Helping him out with his work was the original reason for her visit. He just wanted her company. "Sure," he said, "that would be great." She got out from under the counter. He looked around before she stood up, and then waved his hand when it appeared that nobody was looking. As he was going through the swinging gate, she whispered, "Teddy, hurry back," and lifted up the front of her skirt just high enough to reveal the slit of her pussy. Teddy needed no further encouragement. - - - - - - - - - - - Teddy found Miss Harding within the far corner of the classics section. She was glad to have gotten there first, as it gave her time to identify a book for which she might need some help. She had just made that excuse up, and getting there first provided her with more time to find a suitable chore. "Teddy, thank you for coming. It's that one, the large brown one, right on the top shelf. I will hold the step ladder while you bring it down." Teddy looked up. It was indeed a hefty volume, one that would be difficult for anyone to retrieve. Nevertheless, he was not happy to leave the ministrations of Penny to help Miss Harding get a book. Miss Harding was actually taller than him and would have had an easier time reaching it. He reluctantly got on the step ladder to retrieve the text. However, as he was coming back down, Miss Harding placed a hand on his butt. "Teddy, I wonder if I can talk to you for a moment." Teddy thought it odd that she had a hand on his butt. She could have placed it just about anywhere else, including nowhere on his body. However, it did have the desired effect of stopping his descent. "Well, yes, Miss Harding. What is it that you want?" He looked at the text he was holding in his hands, not wishing to make eye contact. "Teddy, I can't speak to you when you are facing away from me like that. Be a good boy and turn around." Teddy turned around on the step ladder, being careful not to lose his balance. He was still well above Miss Harding. In fact, when he turned around his crotch was now directly in line with her face, and he still had some of his erection, although not really noticeable. What was left of his erection was now well tucked away beneath his jockey shorts. Miss Harding was disappointed. She had hoped that he would still have an obvious bulge. She was looking forward to it sticking out right at her face. Nevertheless, she felt that she could still detect a bit of a protrusion. She smiled. Teddy looked down and noticed the direction of her eyes, and her smile. He instantly became nervous, worried that perhaps she had in fact seen his erection behind the counter and perhaps could even see something now. He started to move the large text down to hide the view, but she stopped him. "Teddy, I know what happened." His heart started to pound. He figured he would be in big trouble if she knew what he and Penny were doing. She looked up at him. "You don't have to be embarrassed about getting an erection, not with me," she smiled sympathetically. She placed her fingers on the part of his trousers that she thought was hiding his cock. Teddy pulled back, but he couldn't go far as he was already leaning back against the ladder. "It's really natural for young men to have erections, and I am not at all offended that you became excited when you saw me walking up to you." Teddy then realized that she had seen his erection but she thought it was because of her. He relaxed, at least with respect to his fears of getting caught. But, now he wondered what was on her mind. "We shared a very intimate moment during class, and it's understandable that you might still have some feelings." She began to caress the soft flesh she felt through his pants. "I must admit, that it also excited me a bit as well." She looked flirtatiously at him, as she traced her fingers along his slowly developing erection. "Now, we can't have you walking around with a boner while you're trying to do your library work, can we?" She looked at the little bulge that had formed in his pants. "This handsome young man in your trousers must be very uncomfortable, all cooped all like that, and he's liable to attract all sorts of attention, poking his big nasty head out for everybody in the library to see." Teddy felt frozen on the ladder. It was extremely arousing to have Miss Harding seducing him like this, but he knew that he shouldn't let this go on. He probably would have gone along with it a couple of weeks ago, but now he felt a trust with and obligation to Penny. Miss Harding, however, recognized for herself that she enjoyed the seduction of this young man. She had been having fantasies regarding many of the boys after the exercises in Mr. Peters' class, and she was quite flattered and aroused by the fact that simply her presence had caused Teddy to have an erection. Teddy was not one of the more masculine boys of the class and she well knew that his cock was a bit small, but its smallness was in fact some of his appeal. He was more like a boy than a man, and she liked seducing the boy within this young man. She had a very nasty suggestion for him. "Teddy, would you like your biology teacher to take care of this nasty ole boner? I really should do something for you after putting you through all the embarrassment and stress within Mr. Peters' class." Without further warning, she unzipped his trousers, revealing his tight jockey shorts. They had been pulled down a bit during the rush and the head of his penis now was poking out just above the waistband. It looked very cute to Miss Harding, like it was a little boy trying to peak out but was too short to see over the edge. "Miss Harding!" Teddy exclaimed, and then caught himself, whispering "We're in the library, we can't do this here." "We're not going to do that terribly much, Teddy," she explained, pulling out the waistband and reaching into his shorts. "I bet I can make this little fellow all happy before anybody is the wiser." She began to stroke and fondle his cock down inside his shorts. Teddy was trying to think of some logical argument to stop her. He didn't want to just say no, as he was afraid of offending her. That might even get him into as much trouble, at least with her, as being caught with Penny. Miss Harding then pulled her hand back out and reached into the flap, easily pulling out his erection out through the flap, being much more skilled at this than Penny. "Why, Teddy, your big handsome cock seems to disagree with you." She regretted referring to it earlier as a 'little fellow.' She was now being careful to refer to it as being large and masculine. She did consider it to be rather small, even childish, but she wanted to boost his self-esteem. She did worry that she had been too hard on him in class and, besides, he would be more easily seduced if she flattered him. "But, Miss Harding, if I have an ejaculation here it might make a mess." She planted a kiss right on the head and looked up at him, holding his hard cock against her cheek. "I was planning to take care of that Teddy. A woman such as myself knows how to manage such things. Wouldn't you like to cum in Miss Harding's mouth? Wouldn't you like to shoot your big load of cum in the mouth of your teacher?" She then licked her lips. That was an offer that was hard to refuse, but Teddy knew that he in fact didn't really want to cum in her mouth, at least not right now. Penny was waiting for him. Frankly, he wasn't so sure that he ever wanted to cum in her mouth, or in any way. There was no way that he could do this, now that he was with Penny, but he didn't know how he could get out of this without possibly making Miss Harding angry. His silent rumination, however, was only giving her the message that he wanted her to continue. He clearly was not saying no. She then leaned into his crotch and absorbed his entire cock into her mouth. Miss Harding moaned with pleasure. It felt so nice to have this young man's cock deep in her mouth. It was exciting to give this boy so much intense pleasure. For all she knew, hers were the first lips to wrap around his virgin cock. She was probably giving him the first experience of a blow job in his life. She would show him what it would be like to have a woman lick, suck, and satisfy his cock. She looked forward to receiving his hot cum in her mouth. It would be the first time that he came in a woman's mouth. She would be taking his fresh, young cum. She began to massage his cock with her tongue as she kept it buried in her mouth. Teddy realized that she was right about one thing. It would not take long for him to cum in her mouth. The thought that Miss Harding was willing, even wanting, to give him a blow job was exciting, and there she was, her face buried in his crotch. The feelings of her lips and tongue were intense. He knew he wanted to explode his cum into her mouth, to watch her receive his load and swallow it down. Just a couple of days ago she had humiliated him in front of the class and now he would be able to shoot his load into her mouth. But, he couldn't. He knew that Penny would not understand, nor frankly could he really justify it to himself. He started to pull back, to get it out of her mouth before he came, not knowing yet how he would explain himself, and, then, fortunately, they both heard someone walking down the aisle toward the final stack of texts in which they were trying to keep hidden. Miss Harding instantly realized what a terrible chance they had been taking. She would probably lose her job and ruin her reputation if she was caught giving a blow job to a student. She knew that she could get him off quickly but she hadn't anticipated having less than a minute. Doing it in the library was much too risky. She quickly pulled back her face and wiped her lips with her hand. The Lessons Ch. 06 Teddy had to make a quick decision. He didn't think that he could get his cock back into his pants, having to use one of his hands to hold the heavy book. He cursed the fact that Miss Harding seemed to have chosen the largest and heaviest book in the whole stacks. He therefore decided to just open the book and place it in front of his crotch. It was probably the right decision, as Mrs. Baxter appeared at the entrance to their stack just as he covered himself. "Hello, Miss Harding," Mrs. Baxter exclaimed. "I thought I saw you come down here. Are you finding what you need?" Miss Harding felt a bit flushed but responded appropriately, "Why yes, Mrs. Baxter. Mr. Newman was helping to retrieve this volume from the top shelf. He is being very helpful." "Good." Mrs. Baxter nodded in approval at Teddy, and he smiled back, nervously hoping that she would not want to take a closer look at the book. He didn't even know what the book was about. Mrs. Baxter looked at them a bit longer. She noticed that they appeared to be a bit flustered, but she thought that perhaps they might have had difficulty getting the text down. It was a very large volume. She recognized it as a collection of the writings of Theophrastus, an early psychological philosopher. A rather unusual choice for Miss Harding, Mrs. Baxter thought, but it was nice to see that someone was in fact using it. "Very good, well, I will leave you to it," and she then headed back out of the stacks. They both breathed a sigh of relief. Miss Harding even giggled a bit. She now found the whole experience very exciting. It was as if she was herself a school girl again, almost getting caught making out in the library, but this time she was doing so much more. She was in fact initiating a boy in adult sex within the library. She enjoyed being the seductress. She pulled the text down away from him, exposing his cock, now only half-erect. She gave him an exaggerated expression of disappointment and said, "Well, I guess we shouldn't try this anymore here. Let me have this dusty old volume and you put that big man away." She enjoyed watching him make himself presentable again. It was fun to think that he would probably have a boner for much of the rest of the evening just thinking about her. She figured that as soon as he got home, he would jerk off, imagining that it was into her mouth. "If you like, Teddy, you can stop by my office sometime and I would be happy to provide you with some personal tutoring," she smiled at him. It was quite apparent what she was suggesting. Teddy, though, was disappointed and very apprehensive. He had hoped that the presence of Mrs. Baxter would call an end to everything. Miss Harding sensed his ambivalence, and wasn't sure why. She wondered if he still harbored some ill feelings over her role in his punishment. Actually, the more she thought about it, the more she realized that he was probably quite nervous around her. For all he knew, she might be planning another humiliation. Even if that was not true, he might in fact be somewhat angry with her for how she had treated him in front of the other students. She didn't want to force him if he wasn't ready, and she wanted to show him that she could in fact take very good care of him, easing whatever wounds she might have inflicted. "Well, you think about it Teddy. In fact, I would be very happy to show you how to excite a young woman. It might come in handy for you when you meet the right girl." She patted the bulge in his pants and whispered, "If you like, perhaps you could even give me a spanking." She winked and walked down the aisle, thinking how exciting it might be to be spanked by one of her students. She enjoyed dominating Teddy, but she might also enjoy being submissive to him, at least sexually. Teddy stayed back to give him some time to compose himself, and his erection. When he got back to the reference counter, Penny was talking to a student, helping her figure out where she could find a text on Russian history. When she departed, Teddy took his usual place behind the counter. He wanted to get back to their fun and he wasn't in any hurry to talk or even think about Miss Harding. However, he couldn't find his indexing marker. "Penny, what happened to my indexing pen?" "What do you mean, what pen?" "The big indexing pen. You know, the large felt pen for highlighting material. I need it for coding reference locations. I left it right here." Teddy was lifting up folders, texts, and papers, trying to find it. Penny stood off to the side, amused by his frustration. Teddy noticed her smiling. "Penny, this isn't funny. I know it's just a pen but Mrs. Baxter gets really angry at me cause I always keep having to ask her for another one and I just don't need any more of this right now." He was growing increasingly annoyed. Penny didn't understand why just a pen would make him this upset. "What did it look like?" Teddy rolled his eyes. "What do you think? It looked like a big, a real big fat pen. Pink, and it was pink." "Golly," Penny mused, "I don't know where I might have put it." Teddy then caught the teasing sound in her voice. He looked at her. She was standing with a mischievous smile, swinging her hips in a childish expression of denial and innocence. "Have you looked everywhere it could be?" It didn't take long for Teddy to figure out what she was hinting at, but he still couldn't believe that she had really done that. Penny went over to the side counter, and leaned back, smiling at him. Before he made a fool of himself, Teddy wanted to be sure that what he was thinking was really true. "Did you put it somewhere?" "Golly, Teddy, I had so many things to keep track of while you were gone. I'm just not sure. Maybe it's in one of my pockets?" Teddy realized that his first thought was wrong. It's in her pocket and she was just teasing him about it being lost. She knew how easy it was to get him upset about displeasing Mrs. Baxter, and so she had slipped it into her pocket. "Hand it back, Penny, before Mrs. Baxter comes up here." "But, Teddy, I just remembered, I didn't put it there." Teddy realized that she was trying to get him to have to go through the pockets of her skirt. She wanted him to give her more attention; making him reach around in her pockets would also be an innocent way of resuming their sexual play. He was game. He walked up to her. Before he reached into a pocket, he looked around the room again to be sure that nobody was looking. He whispered, "Penny, we just can't keep doing this, at some point we're going to get caught." "Doing what?" Penny replied innocently but looking very guilty at the same time. It was evident that she wasn't going to stop; nor, he had to admit, did he really want her to stop. He reached into a pocket of her skirt and felt around. There was nothing there. She kept her eyes focused on his eyes, smiling in bemusement as he groped around in her skirt, accidentally feeling her thighs in the process. "Teddy, don't you try to take advantage of this situation. I might even have to report you to Mrs. Baxter. Just because you're the reference librarian doesn't give you the authority to feel up the girls." Teddy sighed in frustration. He then tried the other pocket, and met with equal failure. Penny giggled at his evident annoyance. Teddy wasn't really that annoyed but he pretended to be, as he knew that she was enjoying her game. "It's not there either, Penny, now hand it over." It wasn't there, but he still kept his hand in her pocket, holding and caressing her thigh through the thin fabric. "Maybe you should frisk me. I could have it just about anywhere," she replied, trying to torment him further. She leaned back, thrusting her little breasts out to him. Teddy gulped. She was suggesting that she had hidden the pen within her bra. He had not yet ever touched her there, and he would certainly enjoy searching around in her bra, feeling her soft little titties. He was dying to see them, maybe even play with the nipples, making them all stiff and pointed. However, her upper body was open to everyone in the library. He couldn't imagine that she wanted him to feel her up in the clear view of everyone in the library. But, she was clearly being quite the minx. Maybe he would be able to get in and out real quick. He removed his hand from her pocket and started to pull her blouse out from the waist of her skirt. Penny looked shocked and quickly slapped his hands away. "Teddy!" she loudly whispered. She couldn't believe that he was about to try to get under her blouse. "What are you thinking?" she scolded him. She turned away from the persons in the library, as best she could, and tucked her blouse back in her skirt. "Jeeze, Teddy, don't you think everybody would have noticed that?" Teddy could tell that she wasn't teasing about this but he thought for sure that he had only been doing what she wanted. "Sorry, Penny, I thought that was where you had hidden it." "I wouldn't put it there, dummy. I kind of think that somebody might notice you fumbling around in my bra, don't you think?" Teddy felt kind of foolish. It would have been very risky to have done that. Once he had his hand on her bra, anybody who looked at them in passing would clearly have seen that his hand was under her blouse. Even Mrs. Baxter would have been able to see what was going on, clear across the library. He glanced back over to her, but she seem to be absorbed in some reading. "Yea, you're right. I am sorry. That was stupid." "I put it here, silly." She then raised the front of her skirt, where he could see his large, pink indexing pen poking out from between the lips of her cunt. His first thought was how sexy it looked. Her pussy was so very pretty. She had only a small down covering the mound, and he had a clear view of the layers of lips that ran along the soft raised flesh. The sight of her pussy lips was so arousing, and now they were somewhat spread by the insertion of the pen. His second thought was how jealous he was of the pen. He wanted to quickly remove it and replace it with his finger, or maybe even something else. He reached in between her legs and pulled it out. He then used his index finger to lightly caress the folds of her cunt lips. She kept her skirt raised with one hand, being sure not to hold it so high that anybody could see what she was doing. She then closed her eyes halfway as she enjoyed the stroking of his finger. She was very wet to his touch, and it wasn't difficult for him to find the entrance previously occupied by the pen. As he started to push his finger in, she opened her eyes fully and looked at him with evident excitement. "Teddy, I want you to do that so much, but not here, not now. I won't be able to control myself." He stopped moving his finger but kept it inserted, so tightly wrapped by the wet lips of her little cunt. He knew she was right. He slowly pulled it back out, giving her one final caress along the length of her pussy lips before he pulled his hand away. She smiled at him as she lowered her skirt. She tried to get her composure back by changing the subject. "How did it go with Miss Harding? Did you find her book?" 'Oh yeah, Miss Harding,' Teddy thought. Teddy considered for a second what to say and decided it would be best to be as honest as possible. "Actually, that was kind of bad," he said quietly. Penny turned to him, an expression of concern on her face. "Teddy, what happened?" She thought that perhaps he had gotten in trouble once again. She had absolutely no interest in having Teddy humiliated again in front of another class. There was no way that she would be able to sit quietly by. "Well, nothing, really, I mean, well, I think she was coming on to me." "Coming on to you? What do you mean?" Penny could feel anger rising inside. Teddy then told her that she had asked him to get the book down off the top shelf, and then when he was coming back down the ladder, she stopped him, put her hand on his crotch and propositioned him. "Are you sure that is what she meant?" "It was real clear, Penny. She had her hand right on my crotch and told me to come to her office for some private lessons. She even said that, this time, I could give her a spanking. I think that was pretty clear." Teddy decided that he would not tell her about Miss Harding briefly sucking his cock. He felt bad about this but also felt that it was only a white lie. He was telling her the thrust of the story. "What happened then? What did you say?" "Well, to be honest, I really didn't know what to say. I wanted to tell her to back off, that I had no interest in having sex with her." That wasn't true either. The truth was that he didn't want to have sex with her because of his feelings for Penny. He wondered if he should have put it that way. "But I also didn't want to make her mad. Who knows what she would do." Penny had to admit that he was in a dilemma. If Miss Harding was willing to make a boy show his erection to the entire class, there was no telling what she would do if she felt scorned. "That bitch," Penny exclaimed. Penny was clearly angry. Teddy was surprised with her reaction. He had assumed that she would be angry at him, not her, although, of course, he hadn't actually told her anything that she could get that angry at him for. "What did you tell her?" Penny asked. "Actually, I hardly said anything. I didn't know what to say, and then Mrs. Baxter showed up, and Miss Harding stopped talking about it. After Mrs. Baxter left she just told me to stop by her office sometime for some private lessons. She told me that she would be able to show me how to excite a girl." Penny was indignant. If any woman was going to show Teddy how to excite a girl, it would be her. 'The nerve of that Miss Harding,' Penny fumed. She knew that if she ever got the chance, she would like to teach Miss Harding a lesson. It was bad enough that Miss Harding had humiliated Teddy in front of the other students, now she even wanted to take him away from her. "What are you going to do?" she asked. "Well, I am not going to go to her office. I guess I will just pretend it never happened and maybe she will just forget about it." They both knew, though, that this would be difficult. Teddy was in her biology class, and who knows how this might affect his grade. "You can't do that, Teddy. You could get into trouble." "I suppose so," he replied. Penny then had a terrible thought. "You don't want to meet with her, do you?" She wondered apprehensively if he was in fact thinking about accepting the invitation. She knew how many of the boys found Miss Harding to be attractive. It would be hard to reject such an offer. Miss Harding probably was also a very experienced woman. She could probably show things and do things with Teddy that she couldn't even think of. Penny now was feeling jealous and insecure. "Goodness, no, Penny. I really don't." He knew that this was not entirely true. It was a lie to suggest that he did not find her attractive or that the thought of having sex with Miss Harding was not at all appealing. Heck, Miss Harding had already jerked him off right in front of Penny. He apparently had no problem getting aroused then. He wondered if Penny could tell that he wasn't being entirely honest. Whatever she might be imagining might be worse than the truth. He decided that he should be more honest with her. "I mean, to be honest, I have to admit that she is a very attractive woman. All the guys can see that. But, I want you to be my girl. I wouldn't want you to do anything with some other guy. I wouldn't feel right doing anything with Miss Harding." Penny felt much better hearing this. She was also very happen to hear Teddy refer to her as his girl. "I want you to be my guy," she affectionately touched his arm, but didn't keep it there, keeping in mind where they were. Teddy felt relieved, even pleased. The more honest story apparently was even better than the lie. He turned to her. "If I want a girl to show me how to excite her, I want it to be you." Penny blushed and replied, "I don't think you need any lessons there, Teddy." She wanted to take his face back to her pussy to remind him of her wetness, but that had already been too risky the first time. Teddy smiled at the compliment. He knew that he had little idea of how to excite a woman, but having Penny tell him that she found him exciting was all that he in fact cared about. He knew now that there was no way he was going to have sex with Miss Harding. "Maybe I should make sure that you no longer have the desire to see Miss Harding," Penny suggested provocatively. She returned to the center of the counter, looked around the room to be sure that nobody was looking, and crawled under the counter. She got on her knees, facing out, and crooked her finger at him, inviting him to come over. Teddy didn't need any further encouragement. He went over to the counter, standing directly in front of where Penny was kneeling. She immediately pulled down his zipper and reached in his pants for his cock. He had very little erection and so this time it was not hard to remove. She placed his entire cock within her mouth and began to caress the head and staff with her tongue. It didn't take long for him to react, and she enjoyed the sensation of feeling his erection growing rapidly within her mouth. It was such a nice, expanding sign of how much she was exciting him. She kept him entirely in her mouth as he got bigger and bigger, eventually reaching his five inches. When he was fully erect, she pulled back to admire its length and stiffness. The fact that his cock was smaller than average was not a concern. She in fact liked how she could fit its full length into her mouth, allowing her to swallow it whole. She felt like she was fully loving her man. She regretted now that she was hidden from his view beneath the counter. She knew that he would enjoy seeing her swallow his cock. She particularly enjoyed the head of his cock, as it was so red and engorged. It looked so manly and forceful, like the powerful head of a battering ram. She drew only the head into her mouth, licking and sucking the knob while she held and felt the shaft with her hand. Teddy sighed with pleasure, and he had to work hard to keep a straight face. He kept his eyes glued to a tablet on the counter so that when he did express an emotion it would be less likely that anyone would notice. Penny repeatedly plunged her face along the full length of his cock, holding tightly with her lips, licking as she went. Teddy kept his hips still, but wondered how long he could last. Penny then suddenly withdrew his cock from her mouth and began to caress her face with its entire length, enjoying how if felt against her skin. She rubbed the head of his cock along her forehead, across her closed eyes, down her nose, and along her cheeks. She cuddled it with her cheek, fondly stroking it as she embraced the shaft against her face. She then returned to using her hand to forcefully jerk him off. She gripped the stem tightly and brought her hand up and down the shaft, enjoying the feel of his stiffness within her tight grip. The head of his cock would emerge forcefully from her fist, and then disappear from view as she engulfed it within her grasp, massaging and stroking the knob with her fingers. She repeated this over and over. Teddy wanted to match her strokes with his own hips but he knew that he had to keep as still as possible. However, he could feel the signs of an impending orgasm. Final relief would feel so good. He only wished that he could see himself shoot onto Penny's face or into her mouth or wherever she would decide to point him. His breathing increased and his cock got stiffer with the plunging and pulling of her fist. The Lessons Ch. 06 "Teddy, are you ok?" Teddy looked up and saw Mrs. Baxter standing right in front of him. He had become so lost in the fondling and stroking by Penny that he had not heard her coming. Thank goodness that she had not walked around the counter to enter the cubicle, he thought. "Oh, Mrs. Baxter," he said somewhat loudly, both in nervous shock and to let Penny know that she was there. "Yes, I'm sorry, I didn't hear you come up. I fine, I was just thinking about something." Penny froze in mid stroke, Teddy's hard cock still in her grip, its head pointed at her nose. "Well, I guess so. You looked so deep in concentration. I am sorry to disturb you but I wonder if you have the figures completed for last week." "Um, no, no, not quite yet." Teddy looked around for where they might be, hoping that they were not any distance such that he would have to walk over to get them. Penny started to work at putting his cock back into his pants. She again, however, had trouble getting it back into the flap. He wasn't real big but he was big enough to still make this difficult, particularly with the severity of his stiffness. Her fumbling made it difficult for Teddy to remain still. "Teddy, these flowers, lilacs I believe. Are these yours?" "Yes, well no, Mrs. Baxter. No, they're not." "Well, whose are they? They are quite nice." "They're Penny Hill's." "What are they doing here?" Teddy jerked a bit as Penny pulled down on his stiff cock to try to bend it through the flap. This didn't work, so she pulled hard on the flap to increase the opening, causing Teddy's hip to lurch forward. Mrs. Baxter noticed the odd movement but didn't make anything of it. "What are they doing here?" "I bought them for her. She's my girlfriend." Penny stopped her struggles when she heard that. She liked that he was openly referring to her as his girlfriend. "Yes, Penny Hill, she is a very nice girl. So, you're kind of sweet on her, are you?" Mrs. Baxter said in a teasing manner. Teddy shifted his feet, demonstrating his discomfort with the question. Penny smiled, waiting for the answer, still holding his stiff cock beneath the counter. Teddy replied awkwardly, "Well, yes, I am," he admitted, avoiding eye contact with the librarian. Penny grinned, leaned forward, and kissed the head of his erect cock. Teddy shifted awkwardly. Mrs. Baxter saw his discomfort and decided not to let him off so easily. She leaned over the counter, drawing her face closer to him, and looked him straight in the eye. "The two of you haven't done anything special yet, have you?" Mrs. Baxter would normally not say anything like that to a student, but she knew Teddy pretty well. She knew that he was a shy boy and was unlikely to be having sex. She had also seen Teddy and Penny together in the library and could tell that he was smitten with her but was also clearly uncomfortable with openly expressing his affection. "Mrs. Baxter," Teddy replied, his face reddening. "Of course not." Penny found the topic amusingly appropriate. She decided not to put it back in his pants; on the contrary, she began stroking his cock again, although this time more quietly. Teddy didn't know what to do. He couldn't escape her hand without revealing himself to Mrs. Baxter, but it was very difficult not to in turn reveal his rising excitement. Mrs. Baxter smiled, patted his hand on the counter. "Is it that you don't find her attractive, Teddy?" Teddy looked at her in surprise. He didn't mean to imply that. "Of course I do. Penny is very pretty." Penny smiled and wrapped her lips around his cock, licking hard on the head while she was stroking the shaft. Teddy could feel his cock stiffening even harder. His heart rate was also increasing and he worried that Mrs. Baxter would notice. Mrs. Baxter did notice his agitation but attributed it to the effects of her teasing. She found the nervousness of the young lover to be endearing. "What about her is most appealing to you?" she asked. Teddy would have found these questions to be difficult to answer under any circumstances. It was doubly difficult to answer them while Penny was secretly blowing him beneath the counter. Perhaps under normal circumstances he could have extracted himself from this situation, but he could not leave the counter and could not think of what to say to change the subject. "Well, her eyes, she has very pretty eyes." Penny could not think of any better reinforcement for her own efforts. She began to move her head back and forth on his cock, and she pumped her hand along the shaft with more urgency. "What color are her eyes, Teddy?" Mrs. Baxter was enjoying this. "Green," Teddy sighed, as he felt the increasing intensity of Penny's manipulations. He now knew that the only way out of this would be to end it naturally. It was evident that Penny was not going to stop. He wished that he could first ask her if it would be alright for him to cum in her mouth, or at least to warn her, but at this point there was no way. He also figured that she must know that he was getting close. Penny in fact fully intended to make him cum. This was now her goal. She wanted him to cum in her mouth. She wanted to taste his cum and perhaps even let him shoot some of the juices onto her face. "It makes you excited to even think about her, doesn't it Teddy?" Mrs. Baxter teased. Teddy replied, "Mrs. Baxter, I don't think I can talk about this." His breath was getting shorter and it was becoming very difficult for him to keep a straight face. He was indeed having difficulty talking about it, but not just for the reasons that Mrs. Baxter inferred. Teddy pushed his hips out a bit, trying to let Penny know that he was close to cumming. She noticed the movement and tried to let him know that it was fine by using her left hand to stroke his thigh. She thrust her head forward onto his cock to match the movement of his hips. She then pulled back, kept the head of his cock covered with her lips, lapping fiercely at his knob with her tongue and stroking his shaft with her tightly gripped hand. "Well, will you be taking her to the spring formal?" "Yes, I am going to cum," he exclaimed with somewhat more intensity than seemed appropriate, feeling the explosion of his orgasm bursting through his loins. His face flushed red as the bursts of cum shot through his cock into Penny's mouth. His eyes closed somewhat with the intense waves of pleasure that now swept over him. Penny stopped moving her head and sat back to enjoy the feeling of his cock gushing his jism into her mouth. She found this to be so intensely erotic. She knew how much pleasure she was giving him and she enjoyed the thick, sticky texture and salty taste of his cum as it splashed into her mouth. She took three quick shots across her tongue, feeling her mouth rapidly filling with his gloppy, gooky cum, and then pulled back to take at least one shot on her face. His spunk hit her forehead with a splat. She then quickly returned the head of his cock into her mouth to catch the rest. Teddy also gave into the intense pleasure as he felt his surges of cum bursting into her mouth. He wished he could see her face as he was cumming but it was also exciting to be doing it right under the unknowing eyes of the librarian. He felt Penny pull back, briefly wondering perhaps if he had made a mistake cumming in her mouth. He then heard his shot of cum splat somewhere on her face and he started coughing in an effort to hide any further noise. Mrs. Baxter saw that he was extremely agitated, his face red and contorted, his breathing heavy, and now coughing rapidly. "Teddy, are you alright?" She thought of running around the counter to pat him on the back. She started to make a move to do so, but Teddy quickly put his hand on hers to let her know it wasn't necessary. "I'm fine, fine," he said through coughs and deep breaths. "I just got something down my air pipe. I'll be fine in a second; just let me catch my breath." He thrust his hips further out to release his final shots. Penny gladly received the blasts of his remaining cum into her mouth. She continued to stroke his cock as he provided the final spurts, filling her up with warm, sticky, thick cum. When he appeared to be done, she squeezed out the last few drops before she removed her mouth. She then savored the globs of his cum in her mouth, moving them around to consider their ropy, gunky feel and salty flavor. The one shot on her forehead dribbled down a little bit toward her eyebrow, but it appeared to be largely stuck in place. Teddy coughed a few more times to catch his breath, and then sighed with an intense feeling of relief and pleasure. He breathed heavily and then said to Mrs. Baxter, "I'm fine now." Mrs. Baxter felt that perhaps she should leave him be. No point in further teasing him when he was so physically uncomfortable. She patted him on the hand and said, "Well, you take care of that girl, Teddy; I think the two of you make a very good match." She then turned around to go back to her desk. Teddy gave another deep sigh of relief and satisfaction. Penny swallowed the remaining cum in her mouth, gave his limp penis a little kiss and then returned it to his shorts. Teddy reached down and zipped himself up as she crawled out from under the counter. She stood up next to him, showing him the wad of cum still on her forehead. She smiled and said quietly, "Teddy, you made a mess on me." Teddy wanted to laugh with her but quickly looked around to see if they were safe. Mrs. Baxter's back was to them as she was walking back across the library, but he hadn't even checked to see if there was anybody looking as she was getting out from under the counter. Fortunately, there didn't appear to be anybody who was aware. Wanting to avoid taking any further chances, he quickly moved her around to face away from the open room. He then allowed himself to admire how pretty she looked with the one glob of cum on her forehead. She was smiling sweetly at him, proudly displaying the man juice that had tattooed her wholesome face. She whispered, "Do you want to kiss your girlfriend now?" He took her hands and pulled her down so that they were both out of sight. He used his finger to clean her forehead and then gave her a deep kiss on her lips. He could taste the remnants of his cum in her mouth. He did not like the taste but that did not matter. What mattered was letting her know how much he enjoyed and appreciated what she had done. He even used his tongue to lick her lips as they kissed. She opened her mouth and licked him back. She then pushed him away and said, "Now, Teddy, we shouldn't do anything that might get us into trouble." He laughed, "Seems a little late for that," but he knew they were done, at least for that day. To be continued... The Lessons Ch. 07 Chapter 7: Tina Becomes Mr. Peters' Teaching Assistant This is Chapter Seven of The Lessons. If you haven't already done so, you are encouraged to read the earlier chapters; otherwise, this story might not make much sense. In any case, please do provide feedback. I am very grateful to those who provided positive feedback and supportive suggestions in response to Chapters 1-5. Please note that much of Chapters 6-10 were drafted prior to these suggestions, so please don't be annoyed or disappointed if a suggested story is not among them. I liked a lot of the suggestions and will definitely use them later. I have tried to incorporate stylistic suggestions. Finally, yes, a few of the original chapters were not classified correctly. Sorry! In any case, please enjoy and vote! * * * * * * * Tina wanted another private lesson from Mr. Peters. Masturbating Jimmy had made her very excited. She stopped by his office unannounced later that evening. She tentatively knocked on the door. Her heart skipped a beat when she heard his manly voice. "Yes, please enter." She quickly opened the door and strode in, only to be disappointed by the fact that he was not alone. One of his teaching assistants was with him: Gordon Richards. He was a graduate student at Jackson University, receiving additional experience and training as a college instructor (as well as needed employment) by working with Mr. Peters at Templeton. They were apparently going over grades and lecture notes. Tina was disappointed and she showed it. She went from a rapid stride to a reluctant walk. "Tina," Mr. Peters said, "please come in." He was very glad to see her. He was also looking forward to another visit, although he would have preferred to be in charge of the time and place. Tina slowly walked up to them. She stopped about halfway, wondering if perhaps she should just leave. Gordon though was happy to have her join them. Tina was a very pretty girl. She was not voluptuously sexy but was nevertheless beguiling in her youthful sweetness. Many said that she closely resembled Sally Field. She even had the bangs and wavy brunette hair of the Sally Field's character, Gidget. She was bubbly and playful like Gidget, but the greatest resemblance was facial, with the exception that Tina wore round-framed spectacles and was currently wearing her hair in pigtails. Tina's glasses and pigtails though made her even more charming. Tina, however, had wanted to visit Mr. Peters alone. It wasn't that she disliked Gordon. She did like him. He had tutored her earlier in the year when she was having difficulty with her math. She considered him to be very nice, as well as smart. He was also good looking. She liked his wavy red hair. He was rather studious and business-like. He always wore a sports jacket and tie. She found his behavior and appearance to be signs of maturity, and she liked older, mature men. She noticed that Mr. Peters and Gordon appeared to have been engaged in an animated discussion. She swung at her plaid skirt with her hands, trying to draw Mr. Peters' attention. "Tina," Mr. Peters exclaimed, gesturing with his hand for her to come over to his desk. Gordon was sitting in a hard back chair in front. "You've arrived at a very opportune moment. I believe your input in this matter would be most illuminating." Tina was flattered. 'Mr. Peters actually wanted my opinion on something,' she thought. She would love to be helpful to him. She walked up to stand by his desk, smiling with pride. "Mr. Richards and I are having a discussion regarding my methods of instruction. He questions whether they are helpful, or even appropriate. I think the opinion of one of my better students would be quite relevant." Tina beamed at the compliment. "Certainly, Mr. Peters, I would be happy to help, but I don't understand what you want?" She looked at him quizzically. "Well, Miss Andrews, lets speak quite openly." Tina wondered how open Mr. Peters really intended to be. 'He isn't going to expose our secret, is he?' she wondered. "Were you troubled or embarrassed by any of the exercises or punishments that have occurred over the last week?" Tina quickly answered, "Of course not, Mr. Peters. If a student does something wrong, they do need to be punished." "But Tina," Gordon interjected, "Must they be openly spanked in front of other students?" "They don't have to be, Gordon," Mr. Peters responded, "but the humiliation is very effective in encouraging discipline. These students are past being scolded or shamed through the usual methods. Being reduced to the level of a child in front of their peers is the most effective way to get their attention and obedience." Tina found it flattering to be allowed in this discussion. She felt like Mr. Peters' confidant. "But," Gordon objected, "aren't you worried that one of the students will file a complaint?" "For what?" Mr. Peters retorted. "The college board is fully aware of my methods of discipline, and when it becomes apparent that grades and discipline have improved, there will not be any problems. Parents consistently expressed their gratitude to me for turning their children around when I was at Abberville." Tina was feeling a bit left out of the conversation, wondering how she might be able to contribute. "It doesn't matter. I simply could never do anything like that," Gordon proclaimed. "Do what?" Mr. Peters asked. Gordon couldn't even say, certainly not in front of Tina. Mr. Peters furrowed his brow, confused as to his reservations. Tina, however, understood. "Spank someone?" she asked him. Mr. Peters looked surprised. "You're joking?" he asked Gordon incredulously. Gordon looked away, embarrassed that he was so evidently uncomfortable. Gordon had heard of Mr. Peters' unique methods. Mr. Peters had gained considerable reputation among the faculty at a number of private schools and colleges for his innovative techniques. Gordon was ecstatic when Mr. Peters responded favorably to his application to be his teaching assistant and he did not like revealing so soon that he was incapable of incorporating his methods. Mr. Peters, however, quickly realized some of the difficulty. Gordon was a young man himself. He did not yet have any children. He might not even have had any experience in spanking, except perhaps on the receiving end. He did have a younger brother and two younger sisters, maybe he had some experience with them? "Gordon, have you ever spanked anyone before?" Gordon looked at the floor and answered quietly, "Well, no, Mr. Peters." He looked back up to him. "There was never any spanking in my family. My parents didn't believe in it." "That is a problem, Gordon." Mr. Peters tapped a pen on his desk, wondering what to do. He had assumed that any adult, particularly a teacher, would have had experience in spanking. Tina then realized how she could make a contribution. "I can help, Mr. Peters," Tina piped up. Gordon and Mr. Peters both turned to Tina, surprised at and confused by the offer. Mr. Peters spoke first, "Tina, what do you mean? How so?" Tina was beaming, although she thought it should or would be obvious. It was a bit awkward to say it out loud. She looked down at her feet. She fidgeted with her skirt while she poked at the carpeting with her Mary Janes. "Well, Mr. Peters, if it would help, I mean, I would be willing, to, um, to be" her voiced fell to a whisper, "spanked." She looked up, feeling a little flushed. "Gordon, I mean, Mr. Richards, could observe your techniques with me first." She looked away in embarrassment, wondering now if her proposal was absurd and out of line. Mr. Peters, however, instantly liked this suggestion, feeling a bit of swelling in his cock. He thought it was a grand idea. "Yes, Tina, an excellent suggestion. Demonstrating with you would provide excellent training for Gordon!" Tina smiled broadly. She was thrilled that Mr. Peters liked her idea. "Goody," she exclaimed. Gordon, however, was shocked. He couldn't imagine a girl willing to be spanked, and certainly not the cute little Tina. He looked at her closely and differently than he had before. He had to admit that the thought of spanking Tina in her college uniform was appealing. He thought of lifting up the plaid skirt, maybe perhaps even getting a glimpse of her little white panties. However, he quickly realized that she could not possibly mean that. He cleared this throat, realizing that his thoughts were not professional. He said, "Well, yes, I imagine that it would be helpful. Uh, but, what should we do?" Tina actually had the same question. She wasn't entirely sure what she was volunteering to do. Mr. Peters got up from behind his desk. He moved over next to Tina and placed an arm around her shoulders as he turned to Gordon. Tina looked up at him and smiled. "Well, Gordon, I think we should review the various positions suitable for a spanking." He turned to Tina, "If you're still willing, of course, Tina." "Of course, Mr. Peters. I will do anything." Mr. Peters looked into her eyes, enjoying the fact that he knew how true that really was. "Excellent," Mr. Peters replied. "Gordon, the usual position for a spanking is for the recalcitrant student to be bent over the desk." He directed Tina to move around to the front of the desk and bend over. Tina readily complied. "You should have her grab hold of the opposite edge. This will force her to be well arched and will discourage her from reaching back to protect herself." Tina cooperated, reaching across the desk to grab the edge. However, it was in fact a bit difficult for her, as she was very short, not even five feet in height. She had to go up on her tip toes in order to reach it. She realized that Mr. Peters was right, this posture did push up her little bottom. She didn't mind though. She hoped that it would excite Mr. Peters. Gordon's jaw dropped. Tina was a cute little vixen, and now she was poking up her little bottom to him, just a couple feet away. The thought of spanking her was now very appealing. Mr. Peters then flipped up her skirt, revealing the tight white panties that bundled her fanny. Gordon leaned forward in his chair, but also pushed it back, feeling a bit uncomfortable being so close to the exposed bottom of Tina. However, he kept his eyes glued to her sweet cheeks. Her butt was so little and defenseless. He would feel guilty taking advantage of it. Tina, however, smiled. She liked being Mr. Peters' assistant. She also liked showing him her panties. She tried to go even higher on her tippy toes, provocatively pushing up her tushy even more. Gordon's eyes traveled to the little bulge of her pussy between her legs. This didn't seem right at all to him, her showing him this most intimate part of her body, but he couldn't move his eyes. Her petite mound was so enticing. "This way; uh," Mr. Peters paused, noticing that Gordon was more intent on what he was seeing than what was being said. "Mr. Richards," he said more forcefully. "Oh, yes, yes sir, Mr. Peters," he replied with embarrassment. "You were saying?" Gordon turned his attention to Mr. Peters, but fidgeted with nervousness at being so unprofessional. "Yes, as I was saying," Mr. Peters feigned a mild annoyance, although he was entirely sympathetic with Gordon's problem. "This way, you can stand at the side of her bottom, providing a good angle for the spanking and a good view for all of the students in the class." Mr. Peters than provided Tina with a playful smack directly on her fanny. "Ouw!" Tina yelped, not really in pain but with sincere surprise. She quickly giggled though and turned her head toward Mr. Peters, "Mr. Peters, I haven't been a bad girl, have I?" She looked flirtatiously at him, coyly moving her bottom. Mr. Peters smiled at her. "I am afraid so, dear, you are now being quite the scamp, and I believe that you do need to be very severely punished." Tina placed a hand over her mouth and replied, "Oh my, please don't spank my little bottom." Gordon was confused. He was happy to see that Tina did not appear to be hurt, but he hadn't expected her to be so playful about it. He could feel a swelling in his loins. "Now," Mr. Peters said, returning to his instructions for Gordon, "If she is indeed being a bad girl, you will need to pull her panties down." "But, wait Mr. Peters!" Tina let go of the edge of the desk and put her hands back across her bottom. "Don't make me show you my personal parts; I've never shown anybody them before." Tina was feigning her protest, partly to keep the secret of her relationship with Mr. Peters hidden, but there was in fact an important truth to what she said. Mr. Peters had done many things with Tina the previous day, including bringing her to an orgasm with his finger up her little cunnie, but he never actually saw her nakedness beneath her panties. He had never seen her bare bottom or her young pussy, and certainly Mr. Richards had not seen anything. "They will squawk like this, but you mustn't let it stop you. You must show them that you are in charge. It's your class and they must submit." Mr. Peters then crouched down behind Tina, reached for the waistband of her panties and forcefully pulled them down to her knees. He then stayed there for sometime, gazing at the beauty of her young rounded bottom and sweet, delicate, little cunnie. Her bottom was so small. It seemed like he could envelope each cheek with his hands, and he wanted to do so very much. He found her diminutive bottom crack to be very sweet, and he was very curious what would be revealed down within if he spread apart her cheeks. He followed down the crack until it ended with the small pouch of her cunnie. It wasn't a large mound but it was very nicely exposed. He had known it would be pretty and he was not disappointed. She had very little hair, more like a peach fuzz. He remembered fingering it the other day. She had been so wet, so hot. He thought of touching her there again but he knew he shouldn't do it with the young Mr. Richards sitting just behind him. Gordon probably would not understand. Perhaps he could at least give her a little kiss? No, he realized that he would have to restrain himself, as long as Gordon was in the room. He returned to his standing position next to Tina, now providing to Gordon an outstanding view of Tina's cute fanny and fuzzy little cunt. "It's useful to keep the panties around the knees. This will help control the movements of legs and feet, as well as perhaps adding an additional touch of embarrassment." Mr. Peters allowed himself to place his hand on Tina's bottom, absentmindedly letting his fingers dance across her white skin as he spoke to Gordon. Tina closed her eyes as she enjoyed the caresses of her teacher's strong, masculine hand. "The presence of the panties around the knees is a constant reminder of the fact that the panties have been pulled down and their bottoms are now fully exposed." Tina though enjoyed being exposed, particularly to the eyes of Mr. Peters. She was even a bit excited by the fact that Mr. Richards was also getting a good peek. As Mr. Peters' assistant, she didn't mind that he was present. She liked being within the inner circle of Mr. Peters. Exciting the son as a way to the father was actually appealing. "Now, another position," Mr. Peters continued to instruct, "is for the student to bend over in front of the class either placing her hands on her knees, behind her knees, or, the more fully extended position, to be touching her toes. Tina, would you mind demonstrating these positions for Mr. Richards?" As Mr. Peters asked her, he was affectionately patting her bottom. Tina looked up to him, smiled, and said, "Certainly sir, I would be happy to." Tina then stood straight up, but held onto her skirt so that it would not fall back down. She wanted to show that she was being a very good helper. She knew that both of them would want to continue to view her private areas as she got into the new position. Holding her skirt above her waist, she awkwardly shuffled past Gordon to the center of the room. She had to take short, klutzy steps to keep her panties from falling down, as well as to keep herself from falling down. It reminded her of when she first wore her mother's high heels, trying to be grown up but having difficulty keeping her balance. Gordon and Mr. Peters both enjoyed the show. As she turned to walk to the center of the room, they both got a brief but good view of her young cunnie. It was a very pretty little cunt. It looked very inviting, yet also so innocent and vulnerable. The presence of only a bit of fuzz contributed to the appearance of being so open and exposed, as it provided no effective means of hiding from sight the white, pure rise of soft flesh and delicate slit. They imagined that she must be incredibly tight. As she bumbled past Gordon, taking baby steps with her legs spread well apart to keep the panties up, she gave him a little smile, letting him know that she didn't mind if he was enjoying this. Gordon wanted to smile back but was too nervous. He in fact had a fleeting thought to give her a good smack on her tight fanny as she shuffled past. Who wouldn't have such a thought? Her backside wiggled so invitingly with her floundering steps, and it was such a cute little derriere that it just seemed to be asking for a smacking. When Tina reached an open spot, she bent over so that her fanny was facing both of them. She reached back to make sure that her skirt was fully tossed onto her back and then placed her hands on her knees, her legs still spread to hold the panties up. She looked back at Mr. Peters and asked, "Sir, is this a good position for a spanking?" Mr. Peters knew that Tina was a small girl, but he had not imagined how petite her bottom would actually be. He thought that he could probably leave a hand mark across her entire ass if he gave her a good swat. And, with this distance and posture, he could again see well the tiny mound of her cunt swelling out so provocatively between her legs. He swallowed and said, "Yes, that is indeed a very good position, Tina. You are being a very special assistant." "Why thank you, Mr. Peters. I'm glad you like it." She smiled sweetly at him, moving her knees around, accentuating the exposure of her bottom, drawing both of their eyes to the babyish curves of her tush. Gordon moved his chair around so that he was again facing her. He didn't want to miss any of this. As he moved the chair, he surreptitiously adjusted the position of his swelling cock. When he returned to his seat, he folded his hands across his lap, trying to keep his increasing erection hidden from view. He could not deny any longer the intense sexuality of Tina's posing. He wondered what it would have been like to have spanked his little sister like this, but he then quickly regretted such lascivious thoughts about his own sister. Tina noticed what he was doing. As Gordon ostensibly tried to find a comfortable sitting position, Tina caught his eye. When they made eye contact, she glanced down to his lap, letting him know that she knew what he was up to. Gordon crossed his legs, cleared his throat, and looked over to Mr. Peters to see if he saw as well. Mr. Peters, however, was in the process of taking a position standing next to Tina. He was also concerned with the exposure of his own erection. He didn't mind if Tina saw it, but he wanted to keep his back to Gordon. "This position is the one most comfortable to the student," he explained, "but also the least revealing. A somewhat more revealing posture is to have the student hold her hands behind her knees." Tina instantly complied. As she clasped her hands behind her knees her bottom stuck out further, revealing her puckered anus down within the tender crack of her elfin cheeks. Her bottom now had the appearance, or at least shape, of a white heart, split down the middle, with a little rose bud delicately placed inside. The Lessons Ch. 07 Gordon wanted so much to lose his erection, to return to a professional demeanor, but he wanted just as much to touch his cock, to give in fully to his intense arousal. He wondered if he could subsequently speak to Tina on a future day about possibly providing him with some private spanking rehearsals. Mr. Peters was now standing next to Tina. "By requiring that she hold her hands behind her knees, she is discouraged from trying to protect her fanny from the spanking." SMACK SMACK SMACK! "Yikes!" Tina squealed, stumbling forward a bit with the three quick smacks. Mr. Peters had purposely not hit her hard. The swats were much more playful than punishing. However, they were unexpected and Tina had difficulty keeping her hands clasped behind her knees without falling over. She danced a bit, trying to remove the sting. The effort made her little peach cheeks wiggle. "You can also see that this posture can be difficult for the student with regard to balance. If she were to let go of her hands, you would be justified in increasing the punishment, if you considered that would be beneficial." Gordon was now resting his hand on his erect cock. He wished he could quietly masturbate himself to an orgasm but he knew that would not be possible, let alone appropriate. "Mr. Peters," Tina exclaimed. "Don't you also put things in their bottoms?" Mr. Peters could not help smiling at her suggestion. Tina was being a very helpful tease. "You are indeed correct, Tina." He turned to Gordon. "Yes, I do at times place things within the student's rectum during a spanking. The purpose is to increase the student's self-conscious awareness of her exposure, vulnerability, and helplessness." As he was speaking, he was again polishing her cheeks with his hand, feeling the full but small curves of her stretched cheeks. Tina basked in the affectionate attention. "However, Tina is being so cooperative and helpful, I don't believe that we should put her through any unnecessary indignity." As soon as he said he wouldn't stick anything up her butt, Tina raised her head, this time in sincere protest. "But sir, it's alright with me. You can stick anything you want in there. I won't mind. Golly, how is Mr. Richards to learn if you don't?" She was looking forward to having Mr. Peters stick something up her. Mr. Peters, however, wasn't planning on disappointing her. He just had something else in mind. "No, Tina, I don't think it would be appropriate to treat an assistant in that manner. I can, however, demonstrate the effect with my finger." Mr. Peters then slid his fingers down her crack until he reached her opening. He lightly traced his index finger around the crinkled folds of her anus. Tina openly sighed with pleasure, bending down even further to offer up her tiny bottom hole to his finger. "Tina," Mr. Peters asked, "Do you still have the hand lotion in your purse?" "Yes sir, it's on your desk. Do you want me to get it?" Mr. Peters had no intention of having her stand up, although he would enjoy watching her patter back across the room. "No, that won't be necessary. Gordon, why don't you please bring me the lotion. It's in her purse." Gordon would have preferred to remain sitting. However, he couldn't offer any credible explanation for not helping. "Yes sir, I'll get it." He turned his body away from Mr. Peters as he retrieved the lotion. He felt uncomfortable looking in Tina's purse. He was worried that he would come across something personal about her that he shouldn't see. However, he quickly found the lotion. As he brought it to Mr. Peters, he tried to keep his jacket covering his evident bulge. He handed the lotion to Mr. Peters, and quickly returned to his chair. As Mr. Peters squirted some lotion onto his finger, Tina wagged her bottom back and forth, happily looking forward to the eventual insertion. Mr. Peters then placed his slippery finger onto her anus, carefully applying the lotion to the adorable curves and crevices. He even applied a direct squirt onto the puckered hole. Tina giggled when the plastic bottle made a squishy, spurting noise. Mr. Peters then carefully, slowly, pushed his large index finger into her tight, puckered hole. Tina shifted her feet, bent further, and braced herself against the intrusion. Letting his finger get inside was more difficult than she thought. Mr. Peters' finger felt a lot bigger than it looked. Her first impulse was to clamp down but she knew that this would just make it all the more difficult. She concentrated on relaxing her sphincter, pretending that she just wanted to let her bowels release whatever they held inside. She was very glad that she had gone to the bathroom before she came to his office. "It can be difficult at times to make the insertion. Tina has a very healthy little anus, and it is resisting my effort, as it should. If you are having some difficulty, you can help the student brace herself." Mr. Peters then bent over somewhat and used his left arm to hold Tina against him, and not coincidentally grasping her right breast in the process. Tina looked up at him. "Thank you, Mr. Peters, that's really very helpful." She enjoyed the sensation of Mr. Peters' rough hand fondly holding her little tittie through her blouse. Mr. Peters in turn could tell that she was enjoying it. He could feel her erect nipple through her bra and blouse. He tweaked it with his finger as he fondly grasped her soft, warm breast. Both of his hands were now delightfully busy. As he was tickling her nipple, his right index finger was circling and pushing into her tight anus. Using a screwing motion, and assisted by the substantial lubrication, he had now managed to push it in up to his first knuckle. He paused there to enjoy the sensation. He circled the finger around and around, feeling the tight hold she had. Tina alternately squeezed and relaxed her sphincter, sharing a little secret playfulness with the finger of Mr. Peters. She at first was very disappointed not to have found Mr. Peters alone. However, the fact that this was all being done in front of the graduate student, the cute Gordon Richards, now made it all the more fun. She felt that she was now having sex with Mr. Peters in full view of someone else, yet it really wasn't sex. Although, she knew, that for her and Mr. Peters it was sex. With him bracing her against his body, she could clearly feel his large, stiff erection through his slacks. She also imagined that Gordon must be getting very flustered and confused. She used her asshole to squeeze down hard on Mr. Peters' finger, wishing that she could do the same with his cock. Gordon was very flustered and confused. He again had his legs crossed. He was now seriously considering reaching into his jacket pocket to retrieve a handkerchief. He thought that perhaps he could slip it into his pants, in between his cock and his boxers. He might then be able to let himself cum without giving it away. It would be pretty bad if he was caught, but it was also evident that neither of them were currently paying much attention to him. The sight of Mr. Peters' finger stuck up the cute little button hole of Tina was just too much to watch without doing something. Mr. Peters then pushed his finger all the way in. "Mr. Peters!" Tina yelped. She fell forward, causing her to let go of her hands, grasping hold instead of Mr. Peters to avoid falling forward. One hand went squarely into his crotch, where she firmly grasped hold of his hard cock. Mr. Peters in turn bent forward in shock when he felt her hand on his dick. The sensation of her little fingers wrapped around his hard dick that was notably sticking out of his slacks was intense, and he certainly didn't want Gordon to see it. He managed to twist his hips so that Gordon couldn't see her hand. He might just think that she was holding onto his waist or belt. However, she was in fact firmly holding onto his hard cock, even fondling and teasing it with her fingers as he stroked her anus with his. He tried to think of something to say that would explain why he was working his finger in and out of Tina's asshole, but he couldn't come up with anything. For the moment, he just let himself get lost in the pleasure of fucking Tina's little bottom with his finger while she playfully squeezed and groped his cock through his pants. Gordon was himself lost in his own thoughts. He was just happy that both of them appeared to be momentarily preoccupied. He used the opportunity to reach into his jacket pocket and quickly stuff the handkerchief down his pants. He knew that the presence of the handkerchief would have the effect of increasing the bulge in his pants but it at least offered some protection in case he had an "accident." Once the cloth was in place, he rested his hand on his erection and subtly caressed the head of his cock with a couple of his fingers, watching closely as Mr. Peters' finger repeatedly plunged in and out of Tina's little rosebud. Mr. Peters then regained his composure. "Well, Gordon." Gordon quickly let go of his cock and turned his attention to his mentor. "As you can see, Tina has indeed let go of her hands." He stepped back from her (keeping his back to Gordon), forcing her to let go of his cock. He knew that if he let their play continue much longer he would cum in his pants, and that he could not explain to Gordon. However, he did keep his finger stuck up Tina's butt. Tina was disappointed that he had pulled away. She was enjoying playing with his big, manly cock as she felt his finger up her rectum. She was imagining that it was in fact his cock stuck up inside. However, she returned to her submissive position, grasping her hands behind her knees. "Tina, I think you should now take the most revealing posture, touching your toes." Tina turned to look at Mr. Peters. She had a frown on her face but it quickly turned to a grin as she saw his evident erection. It was fun realizing how her mock spanking was turning him on. She now gladly bent over her full length to touch her toes. "Tina, put your legs together for this one. You can let your panties fall." Tina liked the fact that she was now going to be even more revealing, but it was difficult touching your toes with your legs together, particularly when they had to be straight and stiff. In addition, Mr. Peters was keeping his finger up her bottom. As she tried to get a comfortable posture, he pulled and twisted on her butt, causing her bottom and legs to make awkward adjustments. She felt like giving him a little playful slap on his erection to make him behave, but it was evident that he was the one in charge. Mr. Peters pulled up on her butt with his finger, causing her to raise up on her toes. "Mr. Peters!" Tina exclaimed in protest, her pigtails swinging with her movements. He wasn't hurting her but it certainly wasn't dignified. Gordon was now openly stroking the head of his cock, occasionally squeezing and fondling as well. His eyes were glued to Tina's exposed butt and cunt, but he also occasionally gave quick glances to Mr. Peters, and always kept a view of him in the periphery of his vision. "Mr. Richards," Mr. Peters explained, "When she is like this, she is probably the most fully exposed." Gordon couldn't agree more. He couldn't see much of her asshole, as Mr. Peters' hand was blocking that view, but he had a clear view of her downy cunt mound, watching her prance around as Mr. Peters manipulated his finger in and around her rectum. She kept trying to touch her Mary Janes, but as soon as she managed to make contact, her pigtails touching them as well, he would pull or twist his finger, causing her to again lose balance. "You know, Mr. Peters, you can't spank me very well with your finger up there." "Well, Tina, you make another good point. Let's move to Gordon's chair for a couple more positions. Gordon, if you wouldn't mind, I will need to use your chair. You can move to the easy chair over here." "Yes sir!" Gordon exclaimed, quickly standing but first going to Mr. Peters' desk to get his books. He put them in front of his crotch as he moved to the easy chair. Mr. Peters then helped Tina stand and turned her toward the chair. He prodded her to move forward with his finger, enjoying her blundering movements. She continued to keep her skirt raised and panties tangled around her ankles. It was frankly more difficult to walk with the panties at her ankles than at her knees, as they occasionally grabbed an ankle or foot as she tried to take a step forward. And, on top of all that, Mr. Peters kept his finger stuck up her ass, using it to point her in the right direction and encouraging her to move forward. Tina felt very silly and infantile, but she still didn't mind. She knew that Mr. Peters was having fun, and she enjoyed being his little pixie. She even exaggerated her difficulty, taking babyish steps and hops, occasionally protesting as he poked up her rectum with his finger. Mr. Peters was keeping his finger up her ass in part to keep her body close to his. This way Gordon would be unlikely to see his evident erection. When they got to his chair, he move around her, rotating her with his finger, using her as a cover as he sat down. Once seated, he said. "Alright Tina, bend over." Tina bent over in front of him. "Spread your cheeks." She tossed her skirt over her back and spread her cheeks, looking into the eyes of Gordon across the room. He had again crossed his legs, but it was evident to her what he was up to. She smiled. He finally smiled back, and gave his erect cock a squeeze through his slacks. She raised her eyebrows as if she was shocked. She didn't say anything though, knowing that he would be embarrassed if Mr. Peters knew. Gordon briefly showed her his erection. She smiled again. Mr. Peters was himself engrossed in his own view. He was indeed a lucky man. This cute little girl was bent over him, spreading her cheeks to give him a delectable view of his finger stuck in her butt. Mr. Peters then bent his finger a little and pulled it out with a sudden pop. Tina's mouth opened up in surprise and Gordon's smile grew in appreciation. "Alright, Tina, across my lap," Mr. Peters ordered. Tina's look of surprise turned to a smile. She stood, being sure to keep her skirt raised to provide Gordon an open view of her tender cunnie. She then shuffled over to the side of Mr. Peters, keeping her panties around her ankles, and then leaned over his lap to get into position. She liked this position the best of all. She could now show Mr. Peters her bare bottom, as well as feel his big manly stiffy in his pants. She took her time trying to get into a comfortable position, using the opportunity to enjoy the feel of his stiff cock against her tummy and thighs. For awhile Mr. Peters let her move about, enjoying the view of her fanny bouncing around, getting occasional glimpses of her cunnie peaking out between her thighs and, of course, the feel of his cock rubbing against her. He eventually though exerted his authority. "Tina, put your hands out in front of you on the floor." Tina tried to obey him, but her arms were too short. "I'm too little for that, Mr. Peters. I can't reach the floor." She waved her hands around to demonstrate her point, almost falling off his lap. Mr. Peters quickly grabbed her before she slipped off, enjoying the excuse to snatch hold of her tight bum. "Well, you have to hold on to something," taking the opportunity to squeeze her peanut cheeks. Tina had a good idea. She began to move her arm back to grab hold of his erect cock. Mr. Peters, however, knew that this would be too obvious to Gordon. He stopped her. "Hold onto the legs of the chair, Tina." Tina frowned, but obeyed. Mr. Peters took a moment to enjoy the view. He used his left hand to hold onto her waist, his right hand to explore her bottom, looking so babyish across his lap. Gordon was very jealous, now realizing though that he looked forward to the time when he would be in charge. He could tell that Mr. Peters' attention was focused on Tina's butt, as was his own. He used his left leg to hide the view of his erection, and his right hand to openly play with himself. Mr. Peters then provided a series of spanks. He didn't hit her at all hard, but each swat did provide a nice splat as his bare hand hit her fleshy cheeks. Tina squealed in protest. "Mr. Peters, stop that, it stings! You're so mean!" She furiously kicked her legs. "This isn't fair. You shouldn't be doing this to me. Sir, I'm a big girl now. You shouldn't see me like this!" She really wasn't upset, but she enjoyed playing the part. Mr. Peters continued to smack her thirty, forty times. He wasn't keeping count. He was just enjoying the sight of her wiggling around on his lap, stimulating his cock with her movements, revealing her little cunnie lips when she jumped, and watching her bum slowly turn an apple red. When he finally stopped she jumped off his lap, grabbing hold of her stinging bum, furiously rubbing her reddened cheeks to try to sooth the stinging. She scowled at him. "That stung, Mr. Peters." However, her expression quickly turned more favorable, not able to keep a straight face at the sight of Mr. Peters trying to hide his notable erection. Fortunately, she was standing between him and Gordon, although Gordon wasn't particularly interested in Mr. Peters' crotch. His eyes were fixed on Tina rubbing her bottom under her skirt. "One last position," Mr. Peters indicated. He took Tina's arm and gently drew her toward him. She let go of her bottom. "Step out of your panties, Tina." She obeyed, like a good girl, and kicked them off to the side when she was done. Gordon watched her panties fling away, thinking it would be nice if he could hold them for her. "Get on my lap, Tina, facing me; one leg on either side of the chair." Tina liked this position even better. She straddled his lap, and put her hands on his shoulders. The position was very reminiscent of the previous night, a fact that was not unnoticed by Mr. Peters. She looked lustily into his eyes. Mr. Peters kept his eyes fixed on her eyes as he raised her skirt, exposing her young, soft cunt. He briefly looked at it and then smiled at her. She very quietly whispered, "I'm all wet, Mr. Peters." He tucked the front of her skirt into her waistband and then raised the back as well, keeping his eyes fixed on hers. It was now Gordon's turn to smile, as he was again provided with a very nice view of her butt with her legs widely spread. Mr. Peters tucked the back of the skirt into her waistband as well. He then wrapped his left arm around her waist and pulled her toward him, bringing her naked cunt against his erect cock. She wrapped her arms around his head and openly sighed in pleasure. He then proceeded to lay on a series of swats onto her naked butt with his right hand. She pulled his head into her blouse, crushing his face into her small apple breasts. He kissed an erect nipple through her blouse and then buried his face in her little boobs, continually providing little swats on her bare rump. She responded by pushing her cunt into his cock, and began to openly rub and massage his stiffness with her bare cunt. Mr. Peters could even feel the lips of her cunt parting as she pressed her young pussy hard against his shaft. She was jerking him off with her cunt. Gordon began to furiously stroke and rub his cock through his pants. The spanking now looked so overtly sexual. He could see her bottom grinding against the lap of Mr. Peters. He wondered, but did not care, if Mr. Peters had an erection as well. He only knew that he had one and that he wanted relief. The only sounds in the room were the smacking of Mr. Peters' hand on her bare fanny, as well as the whimpers and moans of Tina as she received the stinging swats, grinding her aroused wet young cunt into the hardness of Mr. Peters. The Lessons Ch. 07 Gordon imagined that she was sitting on his own lap, rubbing her little cunt on his cock. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. This was the sweet, innocent Tina; she looked like she would never have sex, and now she was naked from the waist down, grinding herself on the lap of Mr. Peters like a wanton stripper who was getting off squirming on the hard cock of her customer. Tina would never doing anything like that, but there she was, and right in front of him, showing him her bare ass and cunnie, openly groaning and thrusting in sexual arousal. Gordon stiffened, feeling his orgasm about to burst. He let it happen, reluctant but also relieved, and then felt the spurting again and again into the handkerchief that he had stuffed down his pants. His eyes instinctively half-closed with pleasure. With each spurt he could feel the increasing wetness in his pants and waved of pleasure through his body. If they saw this it would be terribly embarrassing but the pleasure and relief felt so good. He imagined that he was cumming into the hand of the stripper Tina or, perhaps, even better, the little wet cunt of the student Tina as she ground her cunt down into his lap. His hearted pounded as he shot his cum into his shorts. The spurting felt so good. A rush of warmth swept over him. He was left with an intense feeling of relief and pleasure, as well as substantial wetness in his crotch. He turned his attention back to his professor and Tina. He could see that she was clearly very aroused. She was wiggling her bottom on his crotch as he continued to smack her bottom, crushing his face into her breasts. But, then, Mr. Peters stopped and pushed her back. Mr. Peters stopped her because he knew that he was himself close to cumming. He pushed her back to check himself and catch his breath. Tina was also breathing heavily. He could see her little breasts rapidly rising and falling through her white blouse. He realized that the last time she was on his lap, it had been just the opposite: naked tittles and covered cunt. Either way was tremendous. But he realized that he could not finish this with Gordon present. He didn't want Tina to leave. He did want to finish, but what to do about Gordon? He looked past Tina at Gordon sitting across the room. He realized that he hadn't said anything to him or heard anything from him for a bit of time. "Gordon, any questions?" "Uh, no sir, no, I think this has been very helpful." Mr. Peters noticed the past tense. He grabbed at the opening. "Excellent, well, why don't you review the notes you've taken, and we can discuss it further tomorrow?" Gordon was equally glad to be given an opening to leave. His cock had now shrunk. He no longer had to be worried about revealing his erection, but he wasn't sure that the handkerchief had caught everything. He grabbed his books and put them in front of his crotch as he stood up. "Absolutely sir. I will just take off for now, unless you still need me?" He wished he hadn't said that, it was just force of habit. Tina turned around, swinging her pigtails, her face clearly flushed. "Was this helpful to you, Mr. Richards?" She smiled at him with her babyish face, clearly flushed with excitement. Gordon took a chance. "'Gordon,' you can call me 'Gordon,' Tina." He felt it was only appropriate, given what he had just seen; and done. Many of the graduate students preferred to be on a first name basis with their students, as they were not much older. Tina smiled at him. "Well, I'll call you Gordon when it's just the two of us, but maybe I should still say Mr. Richards in class?" She tried to make her bangs more presentable, but her hair was clearly disheveled. Gordon smiled back. "Sure, that would be fine." Mr. Peters could tell that they were making a bit of a connection. He didn't mind. He knew that Tina was much too young for him. Gordon would in fact make a good catch for her, and vice versa. He liked the fact that he might have inadvertently served as a matchmaker. He asked, "Do you think you might need some more practice, Gordon?" as he moved the fingers of his left hand in between Tina's legs to lightly stroke her soaking wet cunt, outside of the sight of Gordon. Tina jumped. She felt flustered but added, "Yes, certainly, Mr. Richards, I mean, Gordon, I would be happy to help." Gordon was excited by the prospect, in fact, feeling a bit of new arousal in his tired, worn out cock. But, he also realized that he wanted to quickly get out of there before they noticed any moisture. "I would be very grateful, Tina, that would be excellent." He hesitated. Nobody said anything. Mr. Peters did not want to encourage him to stay longer, and Gordon took the cue. "Excellent, well, I will take off. I will see you tomorrow, Mr. Peters, and I will give you a call, Tina." She gave him a big grin and waved goodbye, her pigtails dancing as she sat lewdly on Mr. Peters' lap, her bottom fully exposed. He left the room and headed directly for the lavatory. Tina then turned to Mr. Peters and said, "I want you to do it to me, Mr. Peters." Mr. Peters was very tempted and flattered, but he knew it was wrong. "Tina, I really shouldn't. I am your teacher, and I am so very much older than you. It would not be appropriate." "But is this really appropriate?" she asked, fondling his erect cock through his pants. He closed his eyes with the pleasure of her contact. He then opened them. "No, I suppose it is not, but it is still short of intercourse." She squeezed him, and he had to pause. He tried to speak forcefully. "You should save that for a boy your own age, someone with whom you could develop a real, lasting relationship." "Maybe somebody like your assistant, Mr. Peters?" she said teasingly, leaning into him to rub her little nose against his much bigger nose. He laughed. "That would be up to you, Tina. Gordon though is a very responsible young man. He will someday make someone an excellent husband." "Are you trying to get rid of me?" she asked in mock surprise. "No, no. I want you to stay here with me. I'm just saying that I don't think we should actually do it." Tina slumped in his lap, realizing that he was quite serious about this. She looked at him for awhile, and then slid entirely off his lap onto the floor. Mr. Peters was surprised at this. He didn't actually want her to leave. He figured they could do other things. But, she slid back onto his carpet. She then spread her legs, showing him her wet, downy, virginal cunt. "Can't you put it in here just for a little while?" she asked coquettishly, stroking the lips of her cunt with her finger. He shook his head, but he also put his hand on his stiff cock. She could tell that he was ambivalent. "You don't have to keep it in there. Just put the top part in. I just want to feel what it would be like to have it in there, just for a little while," she held up her thumb and index finger to indicate a tiny amount. He didn't know if she was being entirely honest, but it didn't matter. He knew that once he was in, even partially, he probably wouldn't stop. He again shook his head, but he lightly felt his cock. "I won't tell anyone. I promise. It will be our secret." He didn't say anything. "You could just rub it around on the outside." That sounded alright to him. He would enjoy immensely the feel of his cock on her cunt. He applied more pressure to his dick. "And if it slips in, then that will be ok, you won't have to keep it in long. Just a quick feel." That ended that idea. She was right. If they started rubbing their naked cock and cunt against each other, it wouldn't stop there Tina then rolled over onto her stomach and raised her bottom into the air. She turned her head back to Mr. Peters and asked, "What about here? That wouldn't be like real sex if you put it here." Mr. Peters smiled, deciding to tease her a bit. "Where? What do you mean 'here'?" She gave him a frustrated and embarrassed look. "You know where, Mr. Peters." She pretended to glare at him in frustration. "In my bottom, silly. You could put your thing in my bottom." She wiggled it. "You've been spanking her so long, I think she deserves it." Mr. Peters did not express any objections. Tina continued, "It won't be like real sex. I will still be a virgin." She brought her two hands back to her cheeks and spread them apart. "See? I'm even still all gushy from the lotion." She squeezed and released her sphincter muscles, trying to entice him with the sight. Mr. Peters eyes were instantly drawn to her little puckered asshole. She was right again. She would still be a virgin. He would not in fact be going all the way with her, and the sight of her asshole winking at him was very enticing. He got the lotion that was still sitting on the floor. Tina spread her legs farther apart to make room for him. She also drew her ass up higher and shifted her shoulders to get into a good position. Mr. Peters unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. Tina could not see what he was doing but felt considerable excitement at the sound of his undressing. She knew that he was taking off his pants to do her. The thought was very exciting. Mr. Peters was going to do it to her. She rested her head into the carpet, waiting for his hard cock to enter her yielding body. Mr. Peters removed his pants and got in between Tina's legs. He paused to admire the sight of her upraised teenage butt, willingly displayed and opened for a violation by his now freed, rampant cock. Tina looked back at him. His large, hard cock looked to her to be waving threateningly as it jutted from his body, like a battering ram ready for attack. Mr. Peters applied additional lotion onto his cock, enjoying the sensation of its cool, slippery wetness as he massaged it into his shaft and over the knob. He thought that perhaps he might just jerk off onto her butt, covering her fanny with ropes of his creamy seed. It would be a delightful experience. But, he knew he didn't want to stop there. They both wanted more. He got down onto his knees and squirted some lotion onto her asshole. Tina smiled with the sensation of the cool, thick lotion squirting onto her anus. It felt naughty, and the naughtiness was so sexy. She shifted her hands to get a better grip on her spread cheeks. She even tried to suck some of the lotion into her rectum with her anus. Mr. Peters enjoyed the sight of her preparation, particularly the ineffective effort to draw lotion inside simply through the actions of her sphincter. He took hold of his cock with his right hand and leaned into her. He placed the head of his cock against her anus. Tina momentarily tensed. "Tina, you will need to do your best to just relax. Your instinct will be to resist, but if you just accept the pressure I will be able to get inside. Once the head is in, the rest will be easy." "Will it hurt, Mr. Peters?" She could feel herself getting further aroused with the touch of the head of his cock at her opening. She even lightly circled her butt, caressing the knob with her anus, as she had previously done with her cunt, although this time with less intensity. "I have to be honest, Tina. It might hurt a bit as you stretch to accept it. It will mostly be though just an intense pressure, but if it does hurt, just let me know and I will stop." Tina felt apprehensive. She wondered if she was making a mistake. But, she wanted to receive Mr. Peters' cock, to have sex with him, even though this wouldn't be real sex. "OK, Mr. Peters. I'm ready." Mr. Peters then leaned up and forward, aiming his cock down into her ass. He pushed down hard. "Umph!" Tina instantly exclaimed, immediately letting go of her cheeks to brace herself on the floor with her hands. She realized that his dick was much bigger than his finger. The pressure was very intense. She could feel much of his weight directed specifically to her asshole, which didn't want to yield to his considerable force and girth. She concentrated on relaxing but relaxation was not consistent with her feelings. Her face was contorted with the struggle of accepting the crushing insertion. "Mr. Peters, I don't know about this." Her doubts were evident in the tone of her voice. Mr. Peters could tell that this was going to be a bit difficult. This was not the first time he had anal sex, but never with someone this small. "You can use your hands to brace yourself. I will take care of your bottom." "Thank you sir," she gasped. Mr. Peters got a tight hold of her cheeks. He spread them a bit, but he knew that the real work would be hers. His job was to just provide a constant and strong thrust. She had to yield and tolerate the considerable stretching of her anus. He pushed down hard, her anus beginning to widen. He gripped tightly on her butt, keeping her anus well centered on his cock. "Oh my goodness," Tina exclaimed, "You're so very big, Mr. Peters. So large; I don't think I can do it." She was not playing a role. It reminded her of the time she had eaten and eaten all evening during Thanksgiving and then the family left early the next morning to make the long drive home. They stopped twice on the way for bathroom breaks. She had to go bad but each time she was too disgusted by the dirty stalls. They even ate large turkey sandwiches during the long drive. By the time she was able to evacuate her bowels she felt she was fully stuffed. She had to go real, real bad but the shit wouldn't come out. The first one seemed actually too big to let out. She kept pushing and pushing but she couldn't open up far enough. She even inserted a finger to try to break it up or pry it out. When it did eventually emerge, it even seemed to get stuck halfway. Her face contorted in pain as she strained to shove it out. When she finally was able to force it out, she couldn't resist looking to see how big it was. She embarrassed herself by looking but it was in fact quite a big turd. Now, the memory returned and she realized that the head of Mr. Peters cock was probably even bigger. She shifted her body to make it easier for him to aim downward and she let her bowels relax. Mr. Peters felt the yielding of her sphincter. He took the opportunity to press even harder. He essentially just let his large weight push his cock down into her ass. Tina groaned as her his thick knob plunged inside. She even felt some tinkling of pee being released from her vagina. "Mr. Peters, oh my, I can't control myself." "Just relax, Tina, just let it happen." "But I think, oh my, sir, I just peed, Mr. Peters, on your carpet. Oh goodness." She used one hand to cover her face and the other to grab her cunt. Her pussy was indeed wet, with more than just the moisture of her arousal. She was mortified. She could even feel a dribble moving down a thigh. She thought she might cry. "It's alright, Tina, just let it go, let it happen, I'm almost in." He let go of her cheeks, using one hand to brace himself on the floor as he crouched over her and the other to grasp her hand that was on her cunt. He pushed down hard and burst through. Tina gasped with relief as she felt the head slip through her anal ring. Her sphincter then clasped shut on his shaft. She could feel the large bulb of his cock head pushing against her rectum. She enjoyed it. It was an intense stress in her rectum but it was no longer painful; now it just felt sexual; so personal, so intimate, to have Mr. Peters cock inside her butt, to be receiving his large manly cock. She felt like a real woman; she had Mr. Peters' cock inside her. Mr. Peters paused. He removed her hand from her cunt, letting her again brace herself. He replaced it with his own and then began to caress the lips of her cunt. "You're so sexy, Tina. You're so tight. It feels wonderful." "Thank you, Mr. Peters. I like it too. You feel so big inside me." Mr. Peters remained still, not trying to push himself in any deeper. He continued to explore the lips of her cunt. Tina sighed in pleasure. "I'm sorry for peeing on your carpet, Mr. Peters. I really am. I will clean it up." Mr. Peters knew she was embarrassed. He leaned down and kissed her on her shoulder and the back of her neck. "Tina, you must never feel embarrassed with me. It was a very natural thing to do. It was what you had to do to let me in. Personally, I think it was sexy." Tina smiled and grasped his left hand in her own. She thought, 'Mr. Peters is so understanding, so mature.' She gave a little push of her butt toward his cock. Mr. Peters responded by pushing back. He began to move his hips forward and backward, slowly pushing his cock deeper inside and then pulling it back out, never so far though to remove any part of the head of his cock. Tina groaned with pleasure. She closed her eyes to relish the sensations. Her pussy was very wet with stimulation. His fingers felt so tender on her cunt, and his cock was now actually inside of her. She was now doing it with Mr. Peters, her fantasy was now reality. Mr. Peters was careful to keep the speed and depth of his thrusts conservative. She was incredibly tight. Her sphincter was clasped down hard on his shaft and he could feel the walls of her rectum on the head of his cock as he moved in and out. It was not so moist or so fully encapsulating as a cunt but it was still very stimulating. It was also uniquely erotic to be up her butt. It was a very dirty thing to be doing, and he was doing it with such a pure, innocent girl, the sweet little Tina. He wondered if the real Gidget would have ever let her boyfriend fuck her in the butt. He would have loved to fuck Gidget in the butt, but fucking Tina in her ass was certainly just as good. He lovingly caressed her cunt. He moved his index finger up to her clit and began to make circular motions and pressures. Tina moaned with pleasure. He then moved his fingers down and up her slit to work his way into the opening of her cunt. "Mr. Peters, oh my, that feels so good," she whispered. "You're so wet, Tina, so aroused, and you have taken me all inside you. I can't tell you how good it feels. I want to fuck you so bad." "Oh yes, Mr. Peters, please do, please fuck my bottom." She was a bit bashful to use such dirty language. She never used that word in her daily language and certainly wouldn't use that word in the presence of a teacher, but Mr. Peters used it first, and it seemed kind of right at the moment. He was in fact fucking her. Mr. Peters increased the rate of his thrusting. His eyes traveled to her asshole. Her anus was stretched quite wide. It looked like she had a large pipe stuck up her ass. He knew it must be hard for her to take him, but that made it all the more exciting. Her little fanny, hardly bigger than his hands, was receiving his large, thick cock. He increased as well his manipulations of her cunnie. He repeatedly pushed a finger into the opening of her cunt, feeling as well its own tightness and reluctant yielding. As he entered, her cunt wrapped tightly around his finger, like a slick, thick elastic glove. He did not push in deeply, not wanting to overstep his bounds. He could hear the sounds of her wetness, the squishy noises as he fingered her cunt. He then moved his finger back to her clit, massaging her button with his warm wet finger. Tina's rate of breathing was growing increasingly rapid. She was now openly thrusting her butt with the plunging of his cock. The feelings were ecstatic. She was being fucked in both holes; fucked in both holes by Mr. Peters. She knew that she was acting obscenely but she didn't care. She just gave herself over to the pleasures of his cock in her ass and his finger in her cunt. "Mr. Peters, I'm going to cum, I know it, I'm going to cum." She then moved her hips rapidly, like she was a rutting animal, a dog that wanted to do nothing more than cum within the next few seconds. She thrust her hips in quick short movements against his cock and finger. The Lessons Ch. 07 Tina's short swift movements took Mr. Peters by surprise. He knew that he could not control himself much longer with her open display of lust. He tried to match her movements. He gripped tighter on her cunt and provided a hard, rapid circling to her clit. Her animalistic spasms then took him over the top. He felt the bursting from his loins as the cum shot from has balls through his staff and out the head into her ass. He continued to plunge as he shot repeated bursts of jism into her rectum. "Mr. Peters, I feel it, I feel it! You're cumming inside of me, I can feel you spurting, it's so wonderful" and then she stopped talking, gripped by her own orgasmic waves. She groaned in pleasure as she felt the intense swells sweep over her body, matched by the deep spurting within her of Mr. Peters' cock, his large manly cock squirting his cum into her body. She felt so happy, so satisfied. She crumbled to the floor in gratification. Mr. Peters followed her down, keeping his cock embedded in her ass, still spurting his cum as he fell down onto the carpet beside her. He brought his large arms around her to hold her to him as he shot his last few discharges into her rectum. His heart was pounding hard, and he held her to him as he caught his breath. Tina snuggled up against him, enjoying the feeling of his strong arms wrapped around her. His large penis, once seeming so threatening and treacherous, now shrinking down in size within her rectum. She cuddled up against him and squeezed down on his softening penis, pushing out some of his ejaculation through her rectum. It made an embarrassing sound. "Oops. Excuse me, Mr. Peters," she exclaimed. To be continued . . . The Lessons Ch. 08 I want to again thank those who provided helpful feedback and supportive suggestions. Encouragement is so encouraging! In any case, please enjoy and vote if you please. . . . . . . . . . . . . Theresa found the ejaculation experiments during Mr. Peters' class to be very engaging, as well as instructive, and she had suggested to Alan that they might conduct some follow-up studies on their own time. Alan and Theresa had previously collaborated on a number of laboratory studies, including an exploration for fossils in the mining ravine bordering campus, a study of the effect of heat on the germination of spores, and a mapping of the X-25 constellation during an eclipse. Their joint studies were quite varied but always effectual. Theresa had not previously considered capitalizing on the fact of their mutually complementary sexes to conduct studies of human sexual functioning. In all honesty, she was not herself an active sexual person. She was well past her own puberty but was entirely naive as to her sexuality or the sexual functioning of males. However, the experience in Mr. Peters' class, along with the subsequent microscopic study of Alan's sperm in Miss Harding's biology class, had awoken within her an appreciation of the potential value of conducting further studies. She knew that many of the other students were probably involved sexually with members of the opposite sex, but she doubted that any of them were approaching the topic in a particularly objective, scientific manner. It was unlikely that their experiments were proving to be efficacious. She was happy to learn that Alan was receptive to the idea. He did not, however, share her enthusiasm of first reviewing their planned studies with their biology professor, Miss Harding. Alan suggested that they did not want to come across as too naive or lame. He noted that neither of them had any credible background in this area, and their hopes of gaining strong letters of recommendation from Miss Harding might be compromised if they approached her with embarrassingly inept proposals. He suggested that they first engage in some pilot studies, and when they were sufficiently confident of their proposal they could then submit their plans for her review. Theresa couldn't understand why he would be adverse to obtaining an initial peer review from a respected authority, but she did agree that Miss Harding's letters of recommendation were quite important to their ultimate career aspirations, and it wouldn't hurt to become more familiar with the topic prior to obtaining her expert guidance. Alan did agree to at least conduct the studies at Theresa's home. Theresa still lived with her parents, as did most of the students attending Templeton Community College. Her parents were delighted to have her living at home. They saved thereby the considerable expense of funding her lodging, they enjoyed her company, and they were able to provide continued supervision of her social life, which was frankly minimal. Theresa would have preferred to obtain her own apartment, but in exchange for keeping her original bedroom they turned an adjoining room into her own private study and agreed to fund it with any laboratory equipment (within reason) that she would need. Alan had visited her "lab" (as she liked to call it) a number of times. He had to admit that it was quite impressive. No other student at Templeton had anything like it. Alan arrived at the designated time of 7:30PM. Theresa's parents greeted him at the door. "Hello Mr. & Mrs Bennington. I hope your health is well." Mr. & Mrs. Bennington liked Alan very much. He appeared to be a very good and bright boy; an excellent companion for Theresa. He did not seem to have any ulterior motives with respect to their daughter and they trusted him implicitly. In fact, they would have preferred that he actually demonstrate at least some romantic interest. They were a bit concerned that their daughter did not seem to be dating. They felt that this would happen in due course and it seemed better to err in the direction of abstinence than promiscuity, but still they worried that she seemed to lack even a normal interest. "It's nice to see you again, Alan," responded Mrs. Bennington. "I assume you are here for some new experiment with Theresa?" Alan was momentarily flustered at this remark, knowing full well what they had in mind but not knowing what Theresa had actually told them. "Uh, yes, Mrs. Bennington, we have a biology experiment to work on." She responded, "Well, that certainly sounds interesting," she said politely but insincerely, not being particularly interested in the topic of their research. "You kids going to make some important scientific discoveries?" Mr. Bennington joked. "Mom, dad, leave Alan alone," Theresa broke in. She was running down the stairs to meet Alan. "We have lots of work to do tonight." "Of course, dear," her mother responded. "Would you like me to bring up some soda and cookies later?" "On no, mother," Theresa exclaimed. "We can't be disturbed. We will be mixing some delicate chemicals, and any interruption could ruin everything!" Mrs. Bennington drew back, surprised with the magnitude of her concern. "Well, honey, don't worry, we will let you do your little experiment in peace. My goodness." Theresa realized she had over reacted. "I'm sorry mother, it's just that these studies are so important and we have worked so hard on them; I just don't want anything to go wrong." "We understand, honey," her father interjected. "It's alright. We will stay out of your hair. If you need anything, just give us a call." Theresa was relieved, as was Alan. Theresa was ensuring that they would have privacy. He was looking forward to this experiment. "Thanks mom, thanks dad!" Theresa grabbed Alan's hand and she led him up to her room. Alan had never noticed before how nice it was for Theresa to hold his hand. They had touched many times during previous experiments, but it had a different meaning for him now. He followed her to her room, admiring the cute wiggle of her bottom as she climbed the stairs. Mr. and Mrs. Bennington retired to the family room to watch TV. Theresa immediately brought him into her study. "Isn't this exciting, Alan?" she exclaimed. Alan was definitely excited but he wasn't entirely sure what she had in mind. "I've developed a number of ideas, but where do you think we should start?" She looked at her note pad. Apparently she had sketched out a few proposals. "Well, what did you have in mind?" he inquired. "Well, I would like to take a number of additional samples, of, of, you know, your male seed, I mean." She felt rather awkward talking about that. It had been easier in class, when it was an explicit assignment of Miss Harding. "Golly though, I mean, can you produce more sperm so soon? You produced an awful lot in class." She suddenly panicked at the thought that she might be putting too much pressure on Alan. "How long does it take you to produce a specimen? Maybe we should wait?" She wouldn't mind waiting a few days. She was very excited about the whole idea, but once Teddy and she were alone in her room she also became unusually apprehensive. Teddy noticed her nervousness. She was normally so self-assured, particularly when it came to research. He responded, "I can produce more, Theresa; although, I will again need your help." Theresa blushed. "Well, of course, I understand. I will do my part." She turned away, feeling a bit uncomfortable talking about this face-to-face. "I was thinking, though, that this time I would like to consider the sperm from a variety of perspectives. I want to again get a sample for subsequent analysis; temperature; potential for germination. I have a petri dish here that we can use for that." Alan looked glumly at the petri dish she had picked up off the lab table. "I also wanted to have some released into my hand. I want to consider its texture. And, uh," she looked down at the floor, her voice lowering somewhat, "if you wouldn't mind, I would like some in my, uh, you know, in my, mouth." She looked away. "I want to understand how it, uh, tastes." She hesitated before she said more. Alan's heart was beating fast. "Miss Harding said that many women take the sperm orally, and I wanted to understand this experience." She flushed deeply at this admission, fumbling awkwardly with the petri dish as she spoke, uncertain of Alan's reaction. Alan, however, ecstatic. Coming in Theresa's mouth was an excellent idea. He felt a bit of stirring in his loins with the thought. However, he wasn't so sure that he could do all three of her proposals. Maybe he could convince her that the oral deposit would be the best of the three. "I can produce more sperm Theresa, but I'm not so sure that I can do it three times in one night." "Oh, no, I know that." She laughed at the silliness of the idea of having him do it three times. "I have worked out a procedure for this," referring to her notes. "I meant three squirts, not three times. I was thinking that you could aim your first release into my hand, and then the second into the petri dish. The petri dish shouldn't be the first place. I read that when giving a pee sample you should always pee a bit first before you go in the jar so that the sample is not contaminated by anything that happened to have collected in the urethra. And, so, uh, you can first cum in my hand, the next one in the petri dish, and then the rest can be in my, um, in my mouth." She looked at him carefully, still feeling quite uncomfortable. Alan felt that her plan seemed like a lot of coordination to be thinking about as he was cumming, but then he didn't really care if it didn't work. He would be happy to try it a number of nights in order to get it right. "That's an excellent plan, Theresa. Where do you want me?" He was now anxious to get started. "Well, Alan, I was thinking that you could just stand by my desk, here, just like in class. I have a thermometer ready, as well as the petri dish," she gestured proudly to her desk, which she had indeed carefully arranged. "That looks good, Theresa, but you know that you said that I would also be able to conduct some experiments of my own. You know, I would like to complete my own reports for Miss Harding." Theresa knew that she had promised him that she would also be the subject of his experiment. It was only fair that they both participate as subject and experimenter. The thought in fact excited her, but she was also kind of hoping that he had forgotten about it. She again looked away, not wanting him to see her blush so severely. "Yes, I know, Alan, and that is only fair." She hesitated. "Alright, you can do an experiment too, if you want. Um, but can I do my first? I mean, if we have time, we can do yours as well, if we have time." She bit her lip. It was actually exciting to think of Alan inspecting her private parts, as she was about to inspect his, but it was also a little scary. She wasn't sure she was ready for anything like that, although the best experiments are those that break new ground. Alan responded, "That will be fine, Theresa. You can go first." "Alright then," she agreed, "Why don't you remove your penis from your pants and we can get started." She had difficulty suppressing a smile. She was a bit surprised at how much she wanted to get started. She had been much more dispassionate during class. This time, she was having rather unusual feelings of excitement. Alan, however, hesitated. "One more thing, Theresa. I'm sure you know that visual as well as tactile stimulation can be very helpful to generate the desired effect. There was no opportunity for visual stimulation during class but we really should use optimal laboratory conditions whenever possible." Theresa was not entirely sure what he meant by this. She pondered his proposal. He was certainly correct that their study should not skimp on procedure. It would not be defensible to rely solely on tactile stimulation. "I don't have any pictures, you know. I could ask my father if he has some girlie magazines but I am hesitant to make him aware of the nature of our experiment." She looked around the room. "Oh, I know, Teddy, we can find some of those dirty websites," gesturing toward her computer. "I wasn't suggesting pictures, Theresa. Those will not be live women. There is a big difference between a picture of a woman and a real, live woman. I believe the optimal procedure will be for you to provide the visual stimulation." Theresa's flushed at this suggestion. She thought that he might be referring to her when he first made the proposal, but it was still shocking to hear him say it so bluntly. "You are very attractive, Theresa. You're as attractive as any woman we will find on the internet." Theresa wasn't so sure about that, but it was nice of him to say it. She cracked a little smile and began fidgeting with her pen. "Besides, when we conduct my experiment you will need to have removed a good deal of your clothes anyway. If you have removed some of them beforehand, you might find it less uncomfortable when it comes time for my study." This was a logical argument for which she had no compelling rejoinder. She tapped the pen on her desk as she contemplated a response. "But is it good to have the experimenter enter the study in this manner?" she inquired. "Won't I lose my objectivity?" Alan in turn considered his response, and then suggested, "But you will then be a participant observer. Recall Dr. Harding's discussion of the benefits of participant observation in field studies, and this is more of a field study than a lab study." Theresa sighed. She was not entirely sure of the benefits of participant observation, but he was right that this was an acceptable experimental procedure, and, again, she would eventually have to remove at least some of her clothes when it became his turn for experimentation. Alan pushed his advantage. "I suggest that we both begin at the same level of undress. This way, nobody will feel at a disadvantage." Theresa continued to think. She wanted to come up with something to counter his arguments but she really had to agree, unless they simply abandoned the whole series of studies, and she did so much want to get more information concerning his erection and ejaculation process. "Alright then," she agreed. "But, would you mine Alan, if I first took my clothes off in privacy. I feel very uncomfortable getting undressed in front of you. I know that is not really fair. During class you took your pants off in front of me, and you were fully cooperative. I don't know what it is but I am feeling so anxious about this." She did not like admitting to such feelings. She was very disappointed in even having them. She should be the objective scientist in this investigation. Modesty was hardly excusable if they were going to be true scientists. 'Nuts,' she thought to herself. She was beginning to talk herself out of getting undressed in private. If she was going to do these studies, she should do them correctly and forthrightly. "I've changed my mind, Alan, we should do it in front of each other. Undressing is part of the process and we should not leave anything out." She recorded in her notes the feelings she was having, observing the specific time, her ruminations, as well as the rationale for their final decision. She then took a deep breath and began unbuttoning her blouse. Alan watched with bated breath. He was thrilled that she had agreed. He had never really thought of Theresa sexually, at least not seriously, but he was sure thinking about her sexually now. Theresa was an attractive girl. She made no effort to make herself look attractive, but she was naturally quite appealing and even pretty. Alan at times had the thought that having sex with her would be like having sex with a librarian, but he now realized that there was also something quite enticing about having a pristine girl become sexual before his eyes. Her awkwardness was beguiling. You could see her sexuality blooming with every button she undid. Having sex with a librarian could in fact be very exciting. Theresa would not look at him as she unbuttoned her blouse, whereas he did not take his eyes off her as he unbuttoned his shirt. He particularly enjoyed the sight of her bra as it emerged into view after the third button. When she was done, the blouse hung slightly open. He even had a glimpse of a bit of a white cup; the curve of a breast becoming evident. He licked his upper lip. Theresa turned her back to him as she removed the blouse. Alan was disappointed but just the sight of the straps of her bra over her shoulders and across her bare back was intoxicating. The thought that Theresa was removing her clothes right in front of him and that he would soon see her naked body was heady. His heart was pounding. After she removed her blouse, she turned to face him, her arms crossed in front of her to hide the cups of her bra. She looked very uncomfortable and uncertain. Alan, however, stood calmly in front of her, wearing nothing from the waste up. She studied his chest. He did not have much hair on his chest, but she found the sight appealing. She wasn't entirely sure why, but he did convey a compelling masculine appearance. Alan was in good shape, with a well demarcated chest and flat stomach. He was not by any means muscular, but to her he was quite masculine, and, she had to acknowledge, sexy. She wanted to take some notes of her observations and thoughts, but she didn't want to remove her arms from her own chest. Alan spoke first. "Theresa, you should drop your arms. I really can't see anything and you can see everything. If you want, you can keep your bra on. I don't think it will be necessary for my arousal for you to remove the bra." She was very grateful and relieved to hear that. It was apparent to her that he was more naked than her. She still had clothes on the upper part of her body. It wasn't fair and she assumed that she would have to remove her bra. "Oh, ok, well, thank you Alan, I think that's fine." She then dropped her hands and closed her eyes. Alan's eyes, however, widened in wonderment. Theresa's breasts were not large but they were very appealing. He couldn't really see them but, to him, he was seeing quite a lot of them. They were tightly wrapped little mounds in her plain but delicious white bra. They looked like soft white apples perched on her chest, sitting there for his plucking. He found her to be a gorgeous sight. He wanted so much to reach out and grab her boobs, to fondle their softness and warmth, but he restrained himself. "Wow, Theresa, they are beautiful. I didn't realize how big they were. I mean, I could never tell when they were hidden by your blouse." Theresa blushed. She very much liked the compliment but it was still awkward to have him talk about them so openly while she stood exposed for his inspection. She quickly reached for her pen and pad, and began taking notes. She was relieved to have a task that allowed her to be distracted. Alan also didn't mind that she was now just taking notes, but for a different reason. It allowed him to gaze at her bra, her boobs, for quite a bit of time as she busily took notes. She seemed to have lost all awareness that she was standing in front of him with no blouse. It was like she had showed up for class, having forgotten to put on a blouse, or that maybe he had some sort of X-ray vision, being able to look through her blouse to see her little bra covered titties. Her rapid writing also made them move in a manner that was alluring. She wasn't trying to wiggle them for his pleasure, but the awkward stance of writing on a pad of paper while standing did make her shake them around, as if she was displaying them in different poses for his interest. He wasn't too sure, but he thought he might even be able to see the outline of a nipple through one of the cups. He placed a hand in his pocket to adjust his cock, already getting quite erect, watching as her boobies bobbled in their little white cups. The Lessons Ch. 08 When she had finished with her notes, she hesitated, then looked up at him, catching him starting intently at the cups of her bra. "Alan," she exclaimed. "Don't be so rude!" Alan blushed at being caught. "Sorry, Theresa." He wanted to tell her how hot she looked but he thought that just might make her feel uncomfortable again. "Ok, well, um, what next?" she inquired. "Well," Alan replied, "I suppose I should now remove my trousers while you remove your skirt." Theresa reflexively covered her face at this thought. She quickly removed her hands, as she wanted so much to maintain a demeanor of dispassionate objectivity but 'My goodness,' she thought. 'I can't believe I am going to show Alan Tompkins my panties.' Just saying it seemed outrageous. She crossed her arms beneath her small cupped breasts, wondering what to do. From Alan's perspective, the placement of her arms only seemed to highlight her little titties even more, framing them with her bare arms. It was like she was holding them up for him. Alan quickly removed his shoes, socks, and trousers, and then stood in front of her, wearing only his underpants. His erection was very evident. He was wearing boxer shorts, and they stuck out quite a few inches in front. He wished that he had worn his briefs, as these would have helped to hide his erection. He had decided to wear boxers that evening as he figured they would be more adult. Briefs were what his mother always bought for him, but he noticed when he went swimming with his dad that his father wore boxers. However, now he felt a bit silly to be standing in front of her with his boxers poking out so fiercely, revealing his failure to control himself. Theresa's eyes were indeed immediately attracted to the sight, and she couldn't help giggling (Alan blushed). He did look exposed. She could even see the outline of the head of his cock, like there was a bulb sticking desperately through the fabric, as if it wanted to escape. She immediately regretted her giggling though, as it wasn't an objective reaction and Alan responded by self-consciously covering himself. It was now, however, her turn to take off her skirt. She took a deep breath, unlocked the clasp and pulled it aside. She then stood in front of him, wearing only her bra, white panties, white socks, and Mary Janes. Alan's eyes quickly turned to her panties. The sight was enchanting. She had a wonderful figure, still rather childlike, but nevertheless very exciting. Her panties clung tightly to her figure and he could clearly see the outline of her vaginal mound. He thought that perhaps he could even see a bit of her slit, but he wasn't sure. She modestly placed her hand in front of herself. He returned his eyes to her face, and smiled. She smiled nervously back. They both laughed. "We kind of make quite a picture, don't we. Too big scientists, standing here like this, in our undies. Both of us hiding ourselves with our hands. We don't seem very brave about this." He smiled back. "It's a little scary, isn't it. I mean, I must admit, that I, uh, have never in fact ever seen a girl before, I mean, a girl's thing, I mean, her private place, you know." He groaned to himself over his clumsy and inept expressions. She found his nervousness though to be reassuring. It was nice to hear that she wasn't the only one scared to death. "I haven't shown myself to anyone before, Alan, and your penis was the first one I had ever seen," she confessed. She had wanted him to consider her to be the experienced woman. She always took the lead in their studies, but she had to admit that in some respects she was very inexperienced. She looked down to her feet, covered in their Mary Janes, and now felt like she was still just a young girl. She covered one shoe with the other, wishing that she had worn more adult shoes. Alan, however, found the gesture endearing. The movement of her leg accentuated her pubic area, attracting his eye to her hand, trying to cover the white cotton V peaking out from between her thighs. "Well," he replied, "let's take our hands away together, at the same time. Will that be ok?" "Sure," she replied. She suggested, "At the count of three?" "Ok," he said. They counted together: "One," they paused, "two," Theresa sighed, "and three," and then both removed their hands. Each looked intently at the crotch of the other's underwear. To someone looking in, it might have seemed a bit funny, as they were staring so intently. However, for the two of them it was quite a lot to take in. For Theresa, she had the clear outline of the stiff head of Alan's cock, pushing forcefully out through his boxers. Previously, he looked a bit childish to her, like a boy caught with an erection by his mother, but now the outline of his cock looked rather strong and menacing, like it desperately wanted to escape and was about to burst through the cloth. It was like he had a weapon in his boxers. She found it exciting. It looked so big, trying to bust through to get to her. For Alan, he could look at Theresa's bra and panties for hours. She looked so pure, yet also so sexual. No matter how plain a woman's underwear, they seemed invariably to be sexy, particularly when hugging such a nice figure and outlining her sweet breasts, round bottom, and little cunt. Her youthful titties were so nicely wrapped by the white cloth, making them appear to be perfectly round and perky. He now even noticed that she had a bit of lace running along the top of her panties, making them even more feminine and sexy, and the mound of her most private part, her cunnie, was well exposed even when covered by her undergarment. "Well, Alan, I guess you were quite right about the value of visual stimulation. I don't seem to have needed to use my hand," she said, pointing at his erection. He didn't feel so self-conscious about her looking at it now. He looked down. "No, I guess not. It's all stiff by itself." She said, "I should have trusted your judgment, Alan. You were right to see if visual stimulation alone would be sufficient. Do you think that you can even ejaculate without any tactile manipulation?" She was now becoming more relaxed, reverting to her more business-like manner of speech. "I don't think so, Theresa. But, I would certainly be willing to try." She placed one of her fingers in her mouth, carefully pondering the thought. Her arm was pressed in between her breasts, pulling the bra tighter around her boobs, accentuating their shape. Alan had considerable difficulty looking in her eyes as they spoke, as he so much wanted to just look at her breasts and cunnie. She then said, "It might in fact be quite an experimental event, I mean, to ejaculate without any physical contact. I've in fact read about boys having wet dreams." Alan did not want her to ask him about wet dreams. He had quite a few of them, and the dreams that were involved were way too personal to reveal to Theresa. He quickly said, "But, wet dreams do still involve physical contact, you know, with the sheets and underwear." "Oh yes, good point." She was again reminded of what a good lab partner Alan made. Suddenly, they could hear the footsteps of Theresa's mother in the hallway. Both of them froze and looked to the door in fright. Theresa acted first. She grabbed two of her lab coats, threw one to Alan and pulled on the other. As Alan was putting on his lab coat, she tossed her blouse and skirt behind a chair, just as her mother was knocking on the door. She quickly buttoned up the front of the lab coat as Alan was tossing his shirt and pants behind the same chair. She yelled, "Just a second." When Alan finished buttoning up the front of his coat, she unlocked the door and opened it a few inches. Her mother was standing in the hallway with a plate of cookies and two glasses of soda on a TV tray. "I thought you kids would want some refreshments," she exclaimed with a motherly smile. Theresa scowled at her, "Mother, I told you that we could not be disturbed!" she admonished her. She was quite annoyed with her mother, as she had made it very clear that they were not to be interrupted. If they were in fact in the middle of a chemical immersion, it could really have been ruined. "I'm sorry, dear," her mother replied. "I didn't mean to disturb you." She then fully realized her error. "Oh my, I didn't ruin an experiment or anything did I?" Theresa saw the look of dismay in her mother's face. Her mother only wanted to be helpful and for them to be happy as they worked on their experiment. She shouldn't have snapped at her. "I'm sorry mom. It's ok." She turned to Alan, checking to see that he was presentable. Her eyes went instantly to his crotch. Alan had a hand in the pocket of the lab coat, carefully holding back his stiff cock so that it wouldn't stick out. "Uh, Alan, would you like some cookies?" Mrs. Bennington perked up and smiled. Holding the tray up, although she couldn't actually see Alan. Alan wasn't sure what to say. He sure would like to get rid of his erection before she entered the room, but there was no way he wanted to offend or trouble Theresa's mother. "Well, yes, of course, cookies would be great, Theresa." Theresa then opened the door to let her mother in. Mrs. Bennington was not at all troubled by the sight of the two of them in lab coats. They often wore lab coats when they were conducting experiments. They would at times even wear them when they were just studying together or looking at stars through Theresa's telescope. She figured it made them feel more grown up and scientific. She entered the room, displaying for them the tray of freshly baked cookies and the soda that she knew they both liked. Alan did like Mrs. Bennington's cookies, and the aroma from the recent baking was enticing, although not nearly as enticing as Theresa's bra and panties. He looked over at Theresa, realizing that she had nothing on under the lab coat other than her undies. His erection had started to weaken as his attention was drawn to the cookies, but the thought of having Theresa be in public wearing nothing but her bra, panties, and a lab coat stirred him back up. He turned his attention quickly back to the cookies, which frankly wasn't too hard. They did smell so good. Mrs. Bennington put the tray on Theresa's desk next to the petri dish and pad of paper. "What kind of experiment are you doing?" she asked, noticing the lab equipment on the desk. Theresa quickly paled when she saw her mother's eyes turn to her notes. "Oh, it's really nothing, mother, and she moved in between her mother and the desk, ostensibly to pick up a cookie but actually to block her view of the note pad. "Here, let me make more room." She used this excuse to move the pad and turn it over. "You kids work so hard, you really do deserve a break. I don't know kids who work harder than the two of you. You both get such good grades." She was very proud of her daughter, and was fond as well of Alan. He was a good looking boy, and he was clearly very responsible. She felt that he would make an excellent husband someday for Theresa, and she wished that they would actually go out on dates, or something. They just seemed to work all the time. "Mother, we are not kids anymore," Theresa corrected her. "Oh, I know, dear. But you will always be my little girl." Theresa was getting embarrassed, but Alan just smiled. It was always funny to see your friends be embarrassed by the way their parents continued to treat them as little kids. "Mother!" Theresa squealed. Mrs. Bennington knew that referring to her as a little girl was probably going too far. She in fact wanted Alan to think of her as a young woman, and she wasn't helping the case by referring to her daughter in front of him as a little girl. She turned to Alan. "Come here, Alan, and have a cookie yourself." "Certainly, Mrs. Bennington." As he crossed the room to the desk Mrs. Bennington noticed that he didn't have on any shoes or socks. They were sitting on the floor where he had been standing. She looked at her daughter's feet. She still had on her socks and the regulation Mary Janes. Theresa saw her eyes and had a sudden panic. Mrs. Bennington asked, "Alan, why aren't you wearing any shoes?" She knew that this was perhaps an odd question but it seemed equally odd that he had taken off his shoes. Alan stopped and looked down at his bare feet. He quickly came up with an explanation. He laughed. "Oh yeah, I guess that must look kind of weird. We're doing a field study of micro organisms that live between your toes. You see, there are all sorts of bacterial and fungi growing within the cracks of your toes and we wanted to capture a few for further study within the environment of the petri dish, and I volunteered. Theresa didn't really like the idea of taking off her shoes and socks, so" Mrs. Bennington cut him off. "Fine, that's enough. It sounds terribly disgusting. What you kids, I mean, researchers, will do for your work. And, such talk while you're eating cookies." She smiled, "Frankly, I'm sorry I asked." She handed him a soda as he took a cookie. He reached for it using the hand that had been hiding his erection. He had now managed to distract himself enough that it was no longer evident. "You both look so professional in your lab coats, let me get a picture." Theresa would find this embarrassing even if they weren't in their underwear beneath the lab coats. Her mother could be so exasperating at times. However, it was apparent that she had been planning this from the beginning, as she reached into her apron and pulled out a camera. There was no way she normally kept a camera in her apron. Mrs. Bennington asked them to pose in front of the desk. She stepped back to get a good view, although not so far back that you could see Alan's bare feet. She didn't want to be reminded about the fungi. "I can't get both of you in. Stand closer together, and, Alan, put your arm around Theresa's shoulder so you can get closer." Alan happily put his arm around Theresa's shoulder. She reciprocated by putting her arm around his waist. Alan could feel the bra strap through the lab coat. He wasn't feeling anything more than what he would feel if she was wearing a blouse, but this had a much different meaning. In his mind, she was largely naked beside him as her mother was taking their picture, and, he felt her hand around his waste, touching his boxers. He thought of dropping his hand and patting her bottom, but he then felt his erection beginning to return, quickly realizing that there was no way that it could be hidden by his boxers and lab coat. He hoped that Mrs. Bennington would take the picture real soon. Even if Mrs. Bennington missed it, as her eyes were focused on their smiling faces, somebody might notice it later in the picture. "You too look so adorable together." Alan felt an erection beginning to rise. He moved his hand away from her strap, but Theresa was subtly stroking his waist with her fingers. Theresa again admonished her mother to hurry up, as they did have to get back to work and she didn't like her mother's blatant suggestions. Fortunately for Teddy, Mrs. Bennington then took the picture. "Now, you kids don't stay up too late." She turned to Theresa. "Your father and I will be turning off to bed, so be sure to lock the door when Alan leaves." She waved to Alan as she left the room. "I hope you like the cookies, Alan." "I'm sure I will, Mrs. Bennington." Theresa quickly locked the door after she left. She turned to Alan, "I am so sorry, Alan. I told her specifically not to disturb us. But, what does she do, she comes up here with cookies and makes a spectacle of herself." Alan, however, consoled her. "I think your mother is nice ,Theresa. She meant well, and the cookies are good." He placed a hand on her shoulder. She looked up at him, and smiled. "Well, you're very understanding. But, what should we do now? I mean she interrupted the study. I don't suspect that you still have your erection. Shall we just give it up?" "Oh, no, Theresa, this wasn't a problem. It's just like the 'A-B-A' single subject experimental designs, where you first implement the experimental stimulation, observe the reaction, remove the stimulation, and hopefully observe the loss of the subject's reaction. You then return the stimulation, to see if the dependent variable again responds. Frankly, I doubt that I was in the mood for a removal of stimulation, and your mother's arrival was perhaps fortuitously advantageous." Theresa gave a big smile. He was right. This was actually good for their study. She quickly brought out her pad. "Alan," she instructed, "quickly open up your coat and let me see." Alan unbuttoned the lab coat, pulled it open, revealing no bulge remaining in his boxers. "Well, you're right, this is excellent. I will now be able to see the erection form from the very beginning. I missed that before. Quickly though, pull down your underpants." Alan wished she had said boxers, but he complied. He dropped his underwear to the floor, exposing to view his limp penis and balls. He was a bit of a funny sight, still wearing the opened lab coat. It was now his turn to look like he had forgotten to put on any clothes. Theresa, in contrast, appeared to be dressed rather appropriately in her lab coat, as she observed his penis and wrote notes. "Alan, you wouldn't mind if, perhaps, I took some pictures?" She had already taken more than adequate measurements of his limp penis during class. She did not need to repeat this again, as she assumed that they were reliable assessments. Alan, however, was not at all pleased with the idea of having pictures taken of his private area. She tried to reassure him, "I can use my digital camera. That way, we won't have to take them to the drug store to get developed, and I can send you a copy of all of the pictures via the internet." This was more troubling than reassuring to Alan. "I don't know, Theresa." He had first been worried that once he dropped his shorts his erection would quickly return, but this talk about photographs and internet transmission took care of that. "Oh, please, Alan." She moved in close to him, placed her hand on his arm, looking pleadingly into his eyes. She had never tried this way of influencing him before, generally relying on logic to convince him to do something. He found this tactic more difficult to resist. "I promise I won't show them to anybody else." He knew he could trust her about that, but still, he was uncomfortable with the thought. "Will I be able to take pictures of you?" he asked. She hesitated. She instantly wondered whether maybe pictures wasn't such a good idea after all. What would they use them for? If she wasn't going to show anybody the pictures of him, why bother taking any pictures? What did she intend to do with them anyway? She was trying to talk herself out of the need for pictures, as she had not anticipated the thought that he would want comparable pictures of her. However, she had vowed not to be cowed or thwarted by feelings of embarrassment. Any such feelings would only suggest that she was not capable of treating this matter in a grown-up, scientific manner. She lifted her jaw in a defiant manner. "Alright, that is, of course, only fair and appropriate. You can take pictures of me as well." She quickly reached for her digital camera before he could change his mind. Alan wasn't sure that he had yet agreed, but before he could say anything she stood back from him and snapped two quick pictures of him standing awkwardly with his underwear at his ankles, his lab coat open, and his penis childishly poking out through a little bush of hair. He figured he looked like a real idiot. 'She sure better not show these to anyone,' he thought, but he knew that he could trust her. He had wished though that he could have gotten into a more masculine pose, although he didn't really know what such a pose could be. How masculine could he look with his little droopy penis, appearing to poke out more than it was hanging down. It also didn't help that Theresa even giggled when she took the pictures. The Lessons Ch. 08 "Excellent, let's see what these look like." She loaded them into the computer, but he avoided paying any attention. He just watched her, reminding himself that she was also only in her underwear beneath the lab coat. He stepped out of his underwear and dropped them behind the chair with the rest of his clothes. "The picture turned out great, Alan, do you want to see?" He didn't want to see. He knew what he probably looked like. "No, that's ok," he said a bit despondently. It wasn't hard for Theresa to notice the tone in his voice. She hadn't realized that he might find this to be embarrassing, and she admonished herself for being so insensitive. Scientists were known for being heartless. She really did like Alan. She had hoped that someday they might in fact become involved, in a personal sense as well as scientifically. She didn't think that she was ready now for such things. Her career came first. She wasn't planning on getting married for years. Perhaps by then though Alan would be off at some other institute. The thought of that was in fact rather disheartening. She knew that she more than just liked Alan. She was fond of him, and now she had hurt his feelings. She felt bad about this. She knew darn well that if he acted in the same manner when she stood naked in front of him, she would feel mortified. "No, really, Alan, you look really good in these pictures, like a professional model, or something. You have a great body, you know. You must know that." Alan perked up at this. He never imagined that Theresa actually found him to be physically attractive. He was in pretty good shape, and it was nice that she noticed. He came over to the computer to look, his penis and balls swinging in the air as he padded over in his bare feet, still wearing the lab coat but keeping it open. He bent over next to her as she was looking at the picture in the monitor. Frankly, he didn't see what she saw. He thought he looked dopey. His facial expression was clearly moronic. His chest, how much of it you could see through the open lab coat, looked okay, as did his stomach. He had a flat stomach and had even instinctively pulled it in just before she took the pictures. His legs also looked pretty good. But, his testicles. What was appealing about them? He thought his penis looked silly and childish. Theresa, though, was determined to make him feel better. "It's a bit risque, don't you think? It's not one you would see in a catalogue. I mean, you clearly can see your manly parts. But, I think that's what makes the picture so good. I think you look very sexy. I like the picture. It's a picture of my man showing me his natural state with his strong body and masculine parts." She even reached over to briefly cup his balls in her soft left hand. She smiled at him, gave him a squeeze and then turned back to the picture. He wasn't expecting this reaction from her. She actually found the sight of his penis and testicles to be sexy? Perhaps he didn't find them sexy because he was a man. No man found the sight of male genitalia to be sexy. They in fact looked childish to him, but she described them as manly. And, she even referred to him as 'her' man. Well, he now looked at the picture in a much different light, as well as enjoying the affectionate touch of her hands on his balls. "Wow, ok, I guess the picture is ok." His penis was again beginning to stir. "Let's now see if we can get your erection to return." She stood up and began to unbutton her lab coat. She was surprised that she felt much less nervous about undressing this time. Perhaps it was the fact that she had already done it once before, and that Alan even had more of his clothes off, or maybe it was her thoughts about his genitalia. In any case, she removed the coat and stood in front of him. This time, she even clasped her hands behind her back, standing in a more coquettish pose, her little breasts standing up proudly in her bra, her panties forming a sharp "V" where her thighs were clasped tightly together. Alan wondered if she had any idea of how sexy she looked. Alan reached for the camera on the table. "Ok, it's now my turn to take some pictures." Theresa hadn't expected this so soon. She assumed that she would not be the subject of study until after he had reached his orgasm. Part of her was in fact hoping that once he obtained sexual relief that perhaps there wouldn't be enough time left for her, or that maybe he would just lose interest. On the other hand, part of her also felt excited by the idea of being his subject, having him explore her body. She turned her hips from side to side, both in awkward self-consciousness but also to be a bit teasing. "Well, ok," she said hesitantly. "Is this a good pose?" "Yes," he said. "It's fantastic. You look great." She smiled at the compliment and he snapped a picture. "Now, why don't you pose like in glamour shots. You know, like models do for lingerie or bikini adds." She blushed at the thought of this. She never thought of herself as a glamour model, but it would be appropriate given her state of dress, or undress. The thought of posing for him in fact felt a bit exciting. She was beginning to appreciate the benefits of participant observation. She was learning a great deal about the arousal process, while at the same time awakening in herself some rather pleasurable feelings. She smiled at him and said, "Alright, how about this?" She clasped her hands behind her head and jutted out her chest at him. She did not have much to jut out but Alan was more than pleased. Her boobies sticking out were fantastic. He quickly took another picture. She then remembered her glasses. No models were glasses. She started to take them off. "No, stop, Theresa, leave them on. You look good with them." She smiled in appreciation, and thrust her little breasts out even farther. "Fantastic, Theresa. That's great, you look great like that." The presence of her glasses did in fact make her sexier: the innocent librarian thrusting out her little titties. She bent her hip to the right, drawing his eyes back to her panties and cunnie. He took another picture. She was beginning to enjoy acting like a glamour model. Theresa then turned her back to him, poked her bottom out a little bit, and turned her upper body a bit so that she could look back at him. She placed a finger in her mouth and asked, "Is this ok too?" To Alan, it was stupendous. "Wow, Theresa, you're like, really sexy." He wanted to give her a bit more direction. He thought it might have been even better if she stuck her butt out farther, and perhaps pulled her panties tighter around her fanny, but he was concerned about offending her and, in any case, her current posing was plenty good enough. He took his time taking the pictures, relishing the sight of her posing in her undies for him, poking her butt out to him in a provocative manner but looking so naive and innocent in her expression. Theresa was enjoying this herself. She realized she liked being sexy for Alan. She enjoyed his admiring eyes scrutinizing her body. She never thought of herself as having a particularly sexy body, and no boy had ever looked at her like this, but Alan appeared to be entranced at the sight of her. She looked down at his penis, and she could see the unmistakable signs of his arousal. Her smile got bigger and bigger as she watched his penis grow bigger and bigger. She was as absorbed in the sight of watching his little penis grow into a stiff hard cock as he was in the sight of her in her panties and bra, making cute, sexy poses. She bent over, put her hands on her knees and pushed up her butt, smiling back at him. She found it amazing how quickly his penis grew to such a stiff and erect posture. His turgid penis now seemed to be posing for her as much as she was posing for him. "Look, Alan," exclaimed, pointing to his reinvigorated erection, "Your erection has returned." He looked down. His first instinct was to cover it up with his lab coat. It was now sticking out well past the coat. Theresa was happy to see it. She was grinning as she watched it waggle back and forth while he snapped another picture. It was like a long crane that had elevated beyond its capacity to maintain control, swinging around involuntarily with every movement of Alan. She felt proud to have been able to get him so stiff and hard, just by providing a few poses. "Let me take a picture of it," she exclaimed. Alan hesitated, but he knew that he would have to be willing. He handed her the camera. She smiled. "Stand against the desk, and lean back a bit. That will make it stick out more." At least this time he would have a more masculine pose. He leaned back against the desk. It seemed though awfully unnatural to him. He had never struck a pose like this. He placed his hands on the edge of the desk and tried to look natural, showing off his hard cock jutting out from his body. "Smile, silly" she said. He tried to force a smile, but she could tell that it wasn't effective. "C'mon honey, give me a real smile." 'She called me honey,' he realized, and a smile naturally appeared. He pushed out his hips to stick his cock out farther. "Oh, that's real good. It's so big" Theresa admired. She took a full body shot, and then crouched down in front of him. With her crouching beneath him, he could look down into her bra. She had very little cleavage but there was enough to notice a bit of her white breast. His cock twitched with excitement. "Honey, keep it still, I want to get a close up." He did his best as she clicked two more pictures. "Wow, those were good ones. These will fill up the whole screen." She smiled up to him. He liked the sight of her pretty face, looking up at him beneath his hard cock. "Ok, my turn again," he said, reaching for the camera. She stood up, and reluctantly handed it to him, but not taking her eyes off his stiff cock. She wanted to reach out and play with it, but she knew that they had to stick to the structure of their experiment. "What next?" she asked. "How about some more poses. You know, perhaps one with a bit of cheesecake?" "What do you mean?" she asked. She thought that she had been doing quite a bit of cheesecake. "Well, how about one with the straps of your bra hanging down? I mean, you can keep the bra on, but just have the straps hanging down. I think that would look good," he suggested. "Sure, Alan. Ok," she replied, and took his place at the desk. She pulled each strap off of her shoulders, and then leaned back against the desk in a manner similar to Alan. The cups of her bra still covered her breasts but they did fall a bit, and they appeared to be ready to slip off completely. She didn't seem to mind, and in fact smiled flirtatiously at the camera. The front of her panties were pulled tightly across the mound of her cunt. He was certain now that he could see the outline of her slit through the thin cotton, traversing the raised mound. She watched his cock wave back and forth as he took a picture. She licked her lips. Theresa then pulled the bra straps entirely off her arms, keeping the cups modestly against her breasts with one hand as she released the strap from each arm. She then looked seductively at him, holding the bra against her breasts. Alan grew increasingly excited, but tried to keep his composure. "Theresa, that is very sexy. You look wonderful. You look like a real model, like one you would see in a magazine." She smiled for him as he took a couple of pictures. "Maybe you could hold your, um, your bra with your hands?" She didn't know at first what he meant, because she was doing precisely that, but then she thought she understood. She cupped her hands beneath each breast, still holding the cups of the bra in place. In doing so, she noticed that the nipples of her breasts were erect. Alan saw the same thing. You could clearly see the nipples poking through the white cotton fabric of the bra. Theresa played with one of the nipples with her thumb. She wasn't sure if she should do this, but it did feel good, and Alan seemed to like it. "Do you mean like this?", she asked. Alan's expression made it clear that he liked it a lot. He reached down to his cock with his right hand and gave it a squeeze. "Alan!," Theresa scolded, "Don't you do that. You know I'm supposed to do that." "Sorry, it's just that, you look so great. It's hard not to touch myself." She smiled sweetly at him. "I will take care of you later, sweety." He liked how she was referring to him so affectionately, but he wasn't so sure that he could wait. Maybe he really could cum even without anyone touching him. Theresa then removed the bra entirely from her breasts. Alan felt his legs get weak. Her breasts were gorgeous. They were pure white. Beautiful white mounds; soft, round, perfectly shaped, capped with two stiff nipples that poked up from each mound. Her breasts were not large, but their small shape accentuated the size of her nipples. Theresa looked down at them. She was surprised herself. She had been very reluctant to show him her body in her underwear, but now she needed no encouragement to let him see her naked breasts. In fact, she wanted him to enjoy the sight of her body. She certainly enjoyed the sight of his hard cock, and she liked the fact that it was her naked body that excited him so. She even moved her shoulders back and forth a bit to wiggle her perky breasts at him. They jiggled against her chest. Alan grinned with excitement. It took tremendous willpower for him not to reach down and start jerking his cock. Alan said, "Theresa, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen." He, of course, hadn't yet seen any other naked women before, but that didn't matter to Theresa. She felt like a beautiful woman. It was something that she had never felt before, and she enjoyed it. "Thank you, Alan," she said, smiling with nervous appreciation. She felt her face flush. "I mean it, Theresa, I don't think you know how beautiful you are." She looked down, her face now fully blushing. Theresa felt like playing with her nipples. They almost itched with excitement. She could see and feel them sticking out. They actually looked kind of happy, pointing proudly at Alan. She knew she would enjoy playing with them, but she didn't think she should do that now, to actually start playing with herself in front of him. Nevertheless, she cupped each breast in her hands. "Do you like them, Alan?" she asked, displaying her little boobs for him, while at the same time trying to surreptitiously tickle her nipples with her thumbs. Alan though saw fully what she was up too. "Theresa, you have an erection too; in fact, two of them." She turned her face away in self-consciousness. "I guess I do, don't I." She looked back at him and then boldly pinched each nipple between the thumb and forefingers of each hand, squeezing and pulling on them, making them stick out even more. "They do that whenever its cold, or if they get irritated by my bra. But, I can make them even bigger by doing this." Alan could not restrain himself any longer. "Theresa, if you can play with your erections then I should be able to play with mine." He wrapped one of his hands around his cock and began to slowly stroke it. Theresa liked the sight of Alan masturbating in front of her. His cock was engorged with so much blood the head appeared to be ready to burst, and it was so naughty to be watching a boy masturbate. She could feel tingling sensations between her own legs. She wanted to reach down into her panties and do the same thing. She felt her breath increase in rate. She licked her lips, absentmindedly circling her nipples with her thumbs as she watched Alan stroke his large, hard cock. The sound of her parents footsteps snapped her out of her reverie. Alan quickly wrapped the lab coat around him, but Theresa froze, stilling holding her young breasts. 'What would they think if they saw me like this,'she thought. "Good night, honey," she heard her mother say. "You kids finish up soon," her father admonished. "Yes, mother, good night dad," she responded nervously, still displaying her little boobies to Alan, who was tightly holding his erect dick with his hand. They were just saying good night as they went to their bedroom. She turned to Alan, placed a hand over her open mouth and breathed a big sigh of relief. "Wow, that was close. I thought she might be coming back with more cookies or something." "You're telling me," Alan responded. The interruption, however, helped to bring her back to her senses. She realized that she had not taken any notes for awhile. This fact alone was worth recording and she turned around to try to carefully record as much as she could remember over the past few minutes. Alan's eyes traveled to her round little butt, nicely framed by her schoolgirl panties. He wanted so much to just pull them down, to be able to play with her cute cheeks, to spread her legs and finger her young, pure cunt. He walked up behind her and lightly stroked her bare back as she wrote on the pad. She sighed with pleasure at his affectionate caress, and then wrote that down in the pad. He continued to stroke her back, tracing his fingers up and down the smooth skin. He let the head of his cock touch her pantie covered thighs. "Alan, you're distracting me from my notes. I need to get all of this down. You should put your stiffy away, or something." She was admonishing him, but in a playful manner. She didn't really want him to stop, and she enjoyed calling it a "stiffy," feeling that this was a more personal, affectionate reference than the dispassionate term of "erection" that she had been using. "I just want to help, Theresa," he retorted. "In fact, we should get measurements of the length of your nipples. You got measurements yesterday of the length of my penis ." He was uncomfortable using the word 'cock' with her, fearing that it was too guttural and obscene. "We should also have on record the length of your nipples, don't you think?" Theresa was in fact delighted with that idea. She liked how her nipples had been sticking out. She did seem to have especially large nipples, and she enjoyed the thought of giving them more attention. She turned to face him. They were now standing just inches from each other. Both of them felt quite nervous at being so close to each other, and so naked. Alan said, "I'll get the measuring tape." He went around the desk and got a tape from the drawer. She had to suppress a giggle at the sight of his erection bobbing around as he walked. She was again reminded of a precarious crane, waving around with the movements of a tractor, or maybe like a big fat fishing pole, or more like a flag pole with a big red apple stuck on the end. She was smiling as she imagined different things, amusing herself with her private jokes. "What are you smiling at," he asked as he returned with the tape. "Just at how cute you look." It was his turn now to feel self-conscious. She noticed the reaction and she corrected herself. "You have such a big penis, Alan. It looks so powerful and strong as you walk. I mean, it sticks out so far, like some weapon or something." This wasn't an entirely accurate summary of the images she was having, but it was the one she wanted to share with him and he smiled in appreciation as he began to measure her nipples. The head of his cock touched her belly. "Uh oh, Theresa, I think they went down." She looked down at her nipples. "Goodness, yes, silly things." She started to move her hands to them to give them some tweaks, but he stopped her. "No, no, Theresa, I should do this. I'm the experimenter now. I need to provide the stimulation." She didn't mind. "Alright, dear." She leaned back a bit on the desk, holding the edge with her hands, opening herself up to whatever he wanted to do with her breasts. She smiled as he hesitated. She pushed her chest out a bit, making it clear that her tits were now in his hands, literally. The Lessons Ch. 08 He swallowed in excited anticipation. He reached out with his right hand and lightly grasped her left breast. She gasped at his touch and closed her eyes; it was the first time a boy had touched her bare breasts. He squeezed a bit, enjoying the soft, full feeling of her young tit. He never imagined that holding a breast could itself be so pleasurable. He had seen many pictures of naked boobs. This was the first one that he had ever touched and felt. It felt surprisingly firm, yet also soft, warm, and pliable. He began to just explore its shape and softness, squeezing and fondling her round, sweet tit. She smiled at him, enjoying the fact that he took so much delight in it, and enjoying as well the feel of his hand caressing and fondling her. His caresses felt so affectionate, and so arousing. He thought her boob felt like a water balloon, but then much firmer than that. He liked squeezing it, feeling it accept the pressure and then returning back to its full round shape. He wanted to put down the measuring tape and grab her tit with his other hand, but wasn't sure if he should do that. He then leaned into her breast with his face and lightly began to lick the nipple with his tongue. She gasped loudly and exclaimed, "Oh, Alan, that feels so good, that feels nice," and she instinctively used her left hand to caress and hold his head as he licked her nipple. She had no idea how much pleasure it would give her to have a man lick her nipple. He even inserted the nipple between his lips and began to suckle her breast. She moaned in pleasure and closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of having a man suck on her breast. She began to breathe heavier and faster. He could tell that she was responding well to his effort and he continued to massage her breast with his hand as he stimulated her nipple with his lips and tongue. As he got the nipple thoroughly wet with his tongue, he would caress it with his lips; or firmly grasp the nipple between his lips, pulling a bit on it and then drawing as much of the breast into his mouth as he could to massage the entire areola with his tongue, and then return sucking on the nipple as heavily as he could, like he was a baby desperate for milk. She was holding his head hard, grasping his hair, and breathing heavily. "Oh Alan, that's so nice, keep doing that." He crouched a bit so that he could use his left hand, still holding the measuring tape, to poke his cock directly into her pantied cunt. He began exploring the front of her panties with the head of his cock as he sucked hard on her nipple. He felt the fabric pull tightly against her skin. He could fill the rise of the mound of her vagina, and then even the top of the mound, so much softer than what he had felt around it. He pushed against it with his stiff cock, feeling the lips of her cunt through the thin, tight fabric of her panties. "Oh my goodness," Theresa exclaimed. She let go of the desk, leaned back further, grabbed his naked butt with her right hand, and jutted her cunt out against his cock. She spread her legs farther to give him more room. "Alan, Alan, this feels so nice," she whispered in a breathless voice. Alan had to stick his butt back out a bit to be able to both suck on her nipple and stroke her cunt with his cock. He knew his posture would look very silly if there was somebody to notice it, but her eyes were closed and she was giving herself fully to him. He brought his left hand down to guide his cock's caressing of her mound and lips through her panties. He would at times even poke her cunt with the head of his cock, as if he was trying to fuck her through the panties. She in turn caressed the cheek of his butt with her hand, squeezing and fondling his naked flesh, even exploring the crack of his ass with her fingers. The sensations Alan was feeling in his cock as it rubbed her cunt through her panties were engrossing. The thought that he was masturbating his cock with Theresa's cunt was exciting, and he could not help but to also stroke his cock with his hand as he caressed her cunt. He thought of shooting his cum onto her panties, soaking her cunt through the thin white fabric, spurting on her as if he was spurting in her; squirting on her most personal, private part. He could feel the sensation of an orgasm beginning to rise. "Oh, wait, Theresa, wait." He pulled back. "What's wrong Alan?" she asked in shock, snapping out of her blissful reverie. She worried that he might be upset about something or perhaps he hurt himself. "No, no, it's fine, it's just that I thought I was going to cum there, for a second." She smiled. "Good boy, Alan, you were careful." He was looking down, flush with excitement, trying to compose himself. She caressed the cheek of his face. "You know that you need to cum in the petri dish." She continued to fondly stroke his cheek as he caught his breath. "Oh, quick," she realized, "measure my nipple while it's still stiff." She stuck her left tit out to him, holding up the breast with her left hand. He was glad for the distraction. It wasn't really a distraction from sex but measuring her nipple was not as intense as masturbating his cock with her pantied cunt. He carefully measured her nipple, sucking, licking, or tweaking it with his tongue to be sure that he was getting it at its maximum size. He then recorded its length on her pad. "You know, Alan, this one here didn't get any attention at all. I think she's jealous." The nipple of her right breast was indeed poking out much less further than the nipple on her left. She grinned flirtatiously at him, cupping her right breast in her hand. He laughed and leaned in to begin sucking on this nipple as well. He dropped the measuring tape on the floor and used his right hand to work and massage her left breast as he kneaded and licked the other one. She resumed stroking, fingering, and caressing his hair as sucked on her breast. She felt very womanly, and very sexy. She enjoyed immensely the feel of his hands working her breasts. She again felt wetness in her panties and lightly moved her hips to try to draw his attention to the place between her legs. She even pushed her wet panties into his leg. He felt the warmth, and the wetness, of her cunt on his thigh. He let go of her left breast and brought his hand down to feel her bottom through her panties. Her bottom was small and tight. He squeezed a cheek and she thrust her hips forward, pushing now against his hard cock. The head of his cock was squeezed in between their flat stomachs. He brought has hand around and used it to move his dick to the front of her panties. He at first just traced the outline of her panties along her thighs, and then caressed her waist and tummy. She did not make any move to stop him, and in fact pulled her hips back a bit to give him more room, yet also brought his face tighter into her breast. He let go of his cock and cautiously moved his finger down the "V" of her panties in between her legs until he was stroking her pussy. He could clearly feel the soft mound through her panties, and the even softer lips of the entrance to her pussy. He moved his finger up and down the lips, as if he was trying to find a way through the panties into her cunt. She leaned her head into his shoulder and groaned. She tried to pull her hips back further to give him more room but there was no place for her to go. He shift his body somewhat to the left to make it easier for him to fondle and stroke her cunt. His traced along her panties with his finger until he could feel bare skin right next to her thigh. He was uncertain whether he was in fact feeling her cunt but it was sure darn close. He briefly took his face away from her breast and looked down. He could see that the front of her panties were now very wet and that his finger was on the edge of the panties that were directly over her cunt. He carefully slid his finger under the fabric. It wasn't hard to do, as she had very little hair. He moved his finger under the fabric of her panties and felt the warm, wet lips of her cunt. She gave out a little squeal and pulled his head back into her breasts. He continued to trace his finger up and down her cunt lips, fascinated with how wet she was and how exciting it was to be playing with Theresa's bare, wet pussy lips. He moved his finger somewhat into the slit, gliding it up and down. He noticed the harder mass of flesh toward the top, and realized that he was probably touching her clitoris. He massaged on and around her clit with his finger, noticing that her breathing became more rapid. He then slid his finger back down the slit, feeling how much deeper he could slide the finger as he moved down, although it wasn't that easy to get his finger in, as she was so tight. She was breathing heavier and heavier, now holding onto his shoulders and back, breathing into his neck as he fondled and stroked her pussy with his finger, while sucking and working her breast. She began to subtly move her hips forward and backward, encouraging him to insert his finger deeper and deeper into the slit. He continued to search the depths of her tiny, wet slit, eventually finding where his finger could go deeper still and he worked his finger inside. Carefully moving it around and around as he entered further in. She squatted a bit to make it easier. She found her stance to be a bit obscene but she didn't care now how she looked. All she wanted was to feel his finger inside her, to feel it go deeper and deeper into her vagina. She wanted him to make love to her with his finger. "Oh Alan," she moaned lustfully into his neck as she squatted on his finger. He began to move his finger in and out of her cunt. He could hear the squishy sounds of her wet cunt as he manipulated his finger in her tight cunt. She also heard the sound and felt embarrassed, hiding her head deep in his shoulder, too embarrassed to have him see the lust on her face as he fucked her with his finger. She had to admit that she was indeed being fucked by Alan. She wanted to tell him to fuck her harder but she couldn't use such words. She just said, "Oh, that's so good Alan. You use your finger so well. It feels so good inside me." He couldn't believe what he was hearing. He never thought of himself as a lover, yet she was telling him how good he was at making her aroused. It was evident that she was very excited. He lost all interest in his own arousal, forgetting about trying to stroke his own cock with her cunt or his hand. He just concentrated on moving his finger in and around her cunt to make her more and more aroused. "You're so sexy, Theresa," he whispered back. "Oh, Alan," she said more loudly, working her hips harder and faster on his hand. He could hear her breathing heavily into his shoulder, at times whimpering. Her hips were moving in an obscene manner. He wished he had a picture of this. Not to share with anyone but just to remember. He remembered what he saw Mr. Peters do to Wendy, and he tried to use his thumb on her clit as he continued to work his finger in and out of her cunt. It was very difficult though, given that her panties were so tight. He said, "Theresa, wait a second," and tried to pull away. "No, don't stop," she responded and tried to hold onto him. "It's ok, it's just that it will be better without your panties on," he whispered into her ear. "I don't want you to stop," she whispered back, not willing to release her head from his shoulders, and certainly not his finger from her cunt. However, he had stopped moving his finger, and so she relented. He slowly released himself from her grasp and carefully removed his finger from her panties. He noticed how wet his finger was. She kept her head down and her eyes closed. He kneeled down in front of her and admired the view. Her panties were very wet, and he could see half of her cunt as the fabric was pulled back. He couldn't believe that he was actually staring right at the cunt of Theresa. He carefully reached up to grasp the top of her panties. Theresa hid her face in both of her hands and exclaimed, "Oh my," as he slowly pulled down her panties. He stopped when her cunt came into full view. She was lovely. Her cunt looked so enticing. A nice full mound of flesh with just a hint of fuzz to cover it. The lips were in full view. A sexy slit that worked down the center of the mound, inviting him with its soft warmth and exposed entrance, an entrance to sexual excitement and relief, and even showing him how much she desired his entrance with its glittering wetness. "You are so pretty, Theresa," Alan exclaimed. "Oh, Alan, don't talk about it, it's embarrassing, and don't keep looking at it so much." She had now lost entirely her sense of dispassionate objectivity. She was so deeply aroused, yet also embarrassed. His face was just inches from her most personal spot. She had never imagined that she would ever show him her vagina, and certainly not like this. She had thought that perhaps that someday they would date, but even then sex would likely have followed months later. Now he was kneeling right in front of her bare, naked vagina. She could even feel his breath through the hairs of her peach fuzz. She felt so exposed, so naked. He pulled the panties the rest of the way down her legs and off of her feet. He then hesitated before standing back up. He stopped to admire and gaze at her cunt. He reached in between her legs to encourage her to spread them farther so that he could see better. Still keeping her face covered with her hands, she complied. The feel of his fingers on her thighs was exciting. She wondered what he was doing, what his expression looked like, but she couldn't bring herself to look down at him, too embarrassed to see that she was openly spreading her legs so that he could see her naked cunnie. He got on his knees and began to fondle her cunt again. He found it much easier and perhaps even more enjoyable to do it this way because he could see what he was doing as well as have the enjoyment of studying and appreciating the sight of her stark-naked cunt just inches from his eyes. He smiled. He brought his other hand up, and used both to fondle, stroke, and finger her pussy. He even spread her pussy lips a bit to make it easier to get his fingers inside and to see her clitoral hood. He could now see the little clit itself. He felt like pointing it out to her but he didn't want her to return to the objective scientist demeanor. He wanted instead to bring her back to the aroused sexual animal. He began to slide his finger up and down and into her slit as he did before, but this time massaging the clitoral hood around and around with the thumb of his other hand. She gasped with pleasure and brought her hands off her face and onto his shoulders to steady herself. She spread her legs even farther to give him more room, again squatting in an obscene manner. He could see her wetness increasing, and he enjoyed the little twitching and thrusting of her girlish hips as he fingered and massaged her cunt. "Oh, Alan, you do that so good. It feels so good." It was no longer a whisper but now more of an emphatic groan. He moved a finger into her cunt and she lurched back a bit in shock. It was a tight fit and he thought that perhaps he had pushed too hard, but she then thrust her hips forward to encourage him to do it more. He began pushing his finger in and out as she thrust her hips obscenely into his face, holding tightly onto his shoulders. He then had a brainstorm. He opened the lips of her cunt, leaned his face in, and planted his lips right on her clitoral hood. It was awkward trying to keep one finger inside of her cunt as he kissed, sucked, and licked the upper part of her cunt but he felt that he could do it, and it was clear that she loved it. She opened her eyes wide and gasped. She now had to look down. It was also safer to look down because his face was buried between her legs and he could no longer see the embarrassing arousal evident on her face. She grasped his head in her hands and held him to her cunnie. She couldn't believe that Alan had his faced buried between her legs, that she had let him do this, but it felt so good. She could feel his tongue licking and massaging her clit, while his finger worked in and out of her cunnie. She enjoyed letting herself give in to the intense pleasure that he was giving her. She leaned back further on the desk and moved her hips hard into his face, encouraging him to lick and suck her most private area. She openly breathed hard, and exclaimed, "Oh Alan, you're wonderful, you do that so good, it feels so good." She wasn't even attempting to keep her voice down, speaking now openly of her excitement. He worried that she might begin gasping and speaking so loudly that her parents would hear but there was no way that he was going to stop or even slow down. He worked his finger harder and faster into her cunt, circling, pumping, sliding his finger in all manner of directions, trying to give her as much stimulation as he possibly could as he continued to lick and suck on her clitoris. His mouth was filling with juices. He couldn't tell if it was his own saliva or moisture from her cunt. He didn't care. He thought it tasted fine and he found the scent to be so animalistic and sexy. He closed his own eyes and pressed his lips harder on her cunt, sucking strongly on her lips as if he was trying to draw out all of her moisture into his mouth. He then thrust out his tongue and roughly massaged her clit, scrubbing it down with the full length and pressure of his tongue. She openly and loudly groaned, squatting even more obscenely to try to give him more room. He figured he would do a better job if she just stayed still. Her movements required him to make quick adjustments and to take on awkward postures to keep a close and continued access to all of her pussy. However, he let her move any way she wanted, as her movements were so sexual and wanton. He used his left hand to grab her entire butt and clasped her cunt hard against his face. He liked the fact that it seemed that he could hold her entire little bottom in one hand. He wanted to bury his cock in her cunt, but he also didn't want to take his mouth away. "Alan, Alan," she was now speaking quite loudly, holding tightly onto his head, rubbing his face into her cunt. Her body then suddenly tightened and she shuddered and groaned loudly. Shivers swept across her body and he could feel her trembling in his hands. She squeezed his face tightly into her cunt with both her thighs and her hands, so tightly that he could no longer use his tongue. She scrunched her cunt as tightly as she could into his face, repeatedly lurching her cunt hard into his mouth as waves of pleasure swept over her. He even found himself having trouble breathing as she seemed to be trying to fuck his mouth with her cunt, but he did not resist. He just continued to try to keep using his tongue and finger as she gripped his head and pressed his face tightly into her cunt, her thighs clasping the sides of his head in a spasmodic clamp. She said, panting, "Stop, stop, oh my," and sunk her head down into her chest, gasping, "Oh Alan," gasping for breath. She continued to hold onto his head with her hands and thighs for awhile, trying to catch her breath. He thought he probably looked kind of silly with his face buried in her cunt and thighs, no longer actually doing anything, but he didn't say or do anything to distract her. He just let her catch her breath. She eventually relaxed her grip and he withdrew. His lips and cheeks were covered with her moisture. He wiped them off as best he could with his hand, but it was not very effective. He sat back on his feet and looked up at her. "Did you like that?," he asked. She smiled back at him and said, "Oh, Alan, that was so wonderful. That felt so good. I never thought it would ever feel that good." She then recalled how loud she was when she came. "Oh my, you don't think my parents heard, do you?" The Lessons Ch. 08 He reassured her, "No, I'm sure they didn't. I was keeping track of that and you were never so loud that anybody could hear anything." He wouldn't admit that he had the same concern, but given that they had not heard any reaction from her parents, he figured that they must not have heard anything. He seriously doubted that they would have just let them have sex in her lab if they were aware of it. She stroked his hair affectionately, appreciating the fact that he had been looking out for her. She no longer minded that her cunt, now obscenely soaked in his saliva and her own juices, was still brazenly exposed to his view. She thought now that he looked so cute, sitting on his knees between her legs, her wet cunt in front of his face. She noticed the moisture on his face. "Oh my, I'm so sorry. Did I do that? I didn't realize I would do that." She felt very guilty and embarrassed. She thought he must feel horrible to have moisture from her vagina all over his face. She encouraged him to get up and she quickly looked around for a hand cloth. There was nothing immediately evident, but he picked up her panties and used them. She blushed at the sight. He reassured her. "I liked it. I think you smell nice down there, and it in fact tasted nice too." She couldn't look him in the face, talking about that. He got a petri dish and told her to stay still. He then placed the dish against her vagina, and used one of the glass stirrers to try to draw some of the moisture along and inside of her cunt lips into the petri dish. She again put her hands in front of her face. She knew that he had to do this for their study, but there was no way that she did not find this to be embarrassing. He wasn't too sure himself that he was just getting vaginal secretions. He knew that he had released a lot of his saliva, but he didn't want to tell her about that. In any case, he concentrated his effort on the inside of her lips to try to be sure that it was mostly from her. He looked up at her and saw how embarrassed she was. "It's natural, Theresa. Only a really healthy and vibrant woman releases so much lubrication and moisture." She looked out between her fingers. "But, I feel so silly standing here while you do that. Isn't it gross?" He planted an affectionate kiss on her vagina. "Nothing about this is gross to me, Theresa. I think you are the loveliest girl there is." She smiled underneath her hands as he finished his efforts. He then placed the glass cover on the petri dish, wrote her name on the label, and put it in her small refrigerator beneath the lab table. He then stood up and faced her, his lab coat still open but his penis now largely flaccid. "Well, Mr. Tompkins, I think now maybe it's your turn to provide a specimen," she smiled flirtatiously at him, leaning back again on the desk to give him a provocative pose. "C'mon over here," she encouraged him. He didn't need much encouragement. She had him take his turn leaning back against the desk. She then grabbed her laboratory equipment and scampered into her adjoining bedroom. He wondered where she was going but he enjoyed the sight of her little bottom wiggling and jiggling as she dashed into the room. He realized that he had not yet had a good view of her naked butt. He wondered if someday she might want to try anal sex. She came back with a large pillow clutched to her body, modestly hiding her nakedness. She came up to him, the petri dish in her left hand, motioned him to spread his legs, placed the pillow at his feet, and then kneeled down in between his legs. She placed the petri dish and pad of paper on the floor between her knees. He now understood, and he could feel the swelling as he anticipated what she was about to do. She placed her hands on his naked thighs and leaned forward. She sniffed at his limp cock. "It still has that kind of musky smell," she said. "I can't say it smells good but it's not bad either." She sniffed some more. Any of the swelling that was beginning to occur had largely reversed with this sort of inspection. He was glad though that he had taken a shower before he came over. "It's not like it's body odor or anything. I think I like it though. It seems kind of manly." She smiled and leaned back. She thought for a second. He admired his view of her perky breasts. The nipples still seemed to be a bit erect. She reached out and again placed her hands on his thighs. "How do you think I should do this?," she asked him. She knew precisely though what she wanted to do. In class, she was confined to using her hand. This time she wanted to be more intimate. She leaned forward and placed an affectionate kiss on the tip of his limp penis. She then began to flick the end of his penis with her tongue, making it jump and wiggle with her flittering tongue. The feeling was curiously pleasurable for him and intensely enjoyable to watch. His swelling returned. She continued to focus her attention solely on the head of his expanding cock, alternately licking, pecking, and sweeping the bulb with her tongue. She wanted to see if she could get him totally erect, just using her tongue on the head. She had difficulty resisting the temptation to swallow it whole into her mouth or grabbing the thickening shaft with her hand. At times her head was just below his cock, her tongue clearly visible to him as it danced along the bottom of the knob, making it bounce up and down with her tongue. He smiled at the sight, at her intense concentration at playing with his cock with her tongue. The movement she caused with her tongue decreased as his dick got bigger, but with its increasing size she had more area to lick and flicker. He was eventually fully erect, and she leaned back in satisfaction. She made a few notes in her pad, noting how long it took her to get him erect in this manner. She turned her attention back to his fully erect cock. It looked so impressive to her. So stiff, straight, and tall, with the large red bulb at the top. It was like a proud, majestic staff of a parade leader. She felt like saluting it but thought that would be just silly. She leaned forward, opened her mouth and absorbed the head entirely into her mouth. It was now Alan's turn to grown with pleasure. He could feel her lips wrapped tightly around the shaft; the head of his cock absorbed in the warmth and wetness of her mouth. He then felt her tongue bathing and stroking the head in her mouth. His cock grew even harder, the head swelling even further. He felt her tongue exploring the slit at the end, as if she was trying to find her way into his cock. Through all of this, she kept her hands gripping his thighs. He wanted to grab her head and fuck her face with his cock, but he just gripped more tightly the edges of the desk. He did, however, begin to move his hips forward a bit. Theresa continued to play with the head of his cock in her mouth. It was almost like she was chewing on it, but she was careful to keep her teeth away from his skin. She was instead treating it like it was a very big gum ball, using her tongue to try to extract every bit of its taste, to dissolve its large size within the wetness of her mouth. She would at times suck on it, as if she was suckling a very large nipple, and then swallow the substantial amount of saliva she had generated. She released the head slowly, letting it pull out gradually, as if it was being held in with an intense vacuum. It popped out and then flicked against her nose and glasses as it rose straight up. She adjusted her glasses and then began to take them off. Teddy again stopped her. "Theresa, please, leave them on," he said, "You always wear them; I want you to wear them now. You really do look so good in them." She smiled up at him, through her glasses and past his hard cock. She did look wonderful, smiling in her lust, kneeling beneath his cock. He could see her sweet little titties poking out beneath her chin, and, behind her, the round end of her cute butt on top of her Mary Janes as she leaned forward to take his cock. She then pulled his dick back down with her right hand. She held it firmly in place and began to use her mouth to jerk it off. She moved her head up and down the shaft, keeping her lips tightly gripped as she plunged her head down and then pulled it back. She had previously thought it would be disgusting and gross to suck on a cock. Boys would use the expression as an insult. She never thought she would actually be doing it herself, kneeling naked at the feet of a boy. Now she found it sexy and exciting. The powerful tool felt so hard in her mouth, and she enjoyed wrapping her tongue around the thick stem and round bulb as she moved it in and out of her mouth. She knew she was making Teddy very excited, perhaps as excited as he had made her. She wanted his manly tool to explode in her mouth, to release his cum across her tongue and onto her face. She began to pump his cock hard with her hand as she washed the head with her lips and tongue. She felt the muscles in his legs tighten. Teddy was trying not to cum. He wanted this to last as long as possible. Theresa looked so hot with her head buried in his crotch. He could feel her tongue lapping his cock as she pumped his dick with her mouth. He tried to hold back but he couldn't resist thrusting his hips, pushing his cock in and out of her mouth. She was herself moving her head up and down on his cock, using her hand, lips, and tongue to drive him wild. It felt so good, and it looked so hot. He could feel his body tighten. He gripped the edge of the desk hard, straightened his legs out beside her, and thrust out his crotch. She could tell he was about to cum. She quickly pulled back her head and increased the rate with which she pumped his cock with her hand. It was now all wet with her saliva and it slid easily in and out of her hand, making slurping noises as her fist swept up and down the shaft. She quickly reached for the petri dish with her left hand as she felt it begin to twitch, watching it closely above her. The first shot squirted out hard when her fist was halfway down the shaft. The cum shot went across her face and landed in her hair. She moved her hand back up the shaft and covered the end with her palm. His next spurt splashed into her hand. She felt the warm, wet gooey mess try to ooze out between her fingers. She then sat up higher and positioned the petri dish directly in front of the head. The third wad smacked into the bottom of the petri dish. She squealed, "Good shot, Teddy, I got it." She then plunged her mouth back down on the shaft and received the last few spurts into her mouth. She could feel the pulsation of the cock with her lips as he spurt wad after wad of cum into her mouth. Both of her hands were now occupied, one holding the petri dish and the other cradling the wet cum in her palm. She closed her eyes to concentrate on the sensation of him cumming in her mouth. It felt so naughty and sexy; to have a man spurting his cum into her mouth. Teddy was equally entranced with the sight. Theresa was kneeling in front of him. Her head forced back by his cock jammed into her mouth, her hands unable to protect herself as he poured his juices into her mouth. Her titties jiggled as she tried to keep her balance without using his hands. He could feel each spurt pulse through the shaft and out the head into her mouth, quickly filling it up with his cum. Theresa felt the rising tide of cum. She didn't think that there would be this much. Her eyes opened to look up at him. He could see a bit of fear in her eyes through her glasses, but he knew he was almost done. Just a couple of mild, gentle spurts remained. When they were done, he used his right hand to squeeze the rest out into her mouth. She was careful to keep her mouth closed to receive the last bit of cum and to not lose any of what he had already sprayed into her mouth. When he was done, he gradually pulled his cock out. She kept her lips as closed as possible as he withdrew his cock. When it popped out, she clamped her lips tightly shut. She sat back and contemplated the flavor. She looked up at him and smiled, her mouth kept shut, looking so sweet and innocent, like she had her mouth filled with sweet candy and didn't want anyone to know. Her glasses slipped down her nose but she couldn't push them back up as both of her hands were still filled. He could tell that her tongue was moving around in her mouth, studying the cum. She then began to work at swallowing. This wasn't easy, as the cum was rather thick. She gagged and coughed a bit as she forced it down. She realized that she probably should have had a glass of water available to help. When she got it all down, she licked her lips and grinned at him. "Wow, Alan. That was quite a bit. I didn't think you would have so much." He asked, "Was it ok, are you upset?" "Why no, not at all," she reassured him. "I liked it. It was exciting, and you know, it doesn't really taste bad. It reminds me kind of like a salty jam." He leaned down and kissed her on the lips, tasting himself a bit of his cum that was still on her lips and breath. "You were wonderful, Theresa, really wonderful." She smiled back and then contemplated the cum in her right hand. "It's quite of sticky and thick, isn't it. When it first came out it was real warm, but it's grown cold very quickly." She realized she had forgotten to take its temperature. She held her hand up to watch some of the cum slowly drip off onto the pillow. She then licked off the largest remaining drop. Alan knew that he was a very lucky man. She wiped her hand off on the pillow and carefully put the cover on the petri dish. "I think it was a great study," she said. She stood up and went to the desk to make a few notes. He moved over to give her room, his legs a bit weak. He admired the sight of her little butt as she leaned over the table to write. He moved up behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders, leaned in and kissed her neck, resting his limp, wet cock against the cheeks of her butt. She tilted her head onto the hand on her shoulder, and reached back as well to hold it in her hand. "We make a good team, don't we Alan." "Yes, we do," he replied. "I think we will need to do some more studies if we're going to have a really good report." He agreed. "Yea, I imagine that there are a few experiments that we haven't yet thought of." To be continued... The Lessons Ch. 09 This is chapter 9 of a series. If you like this story, I encourage you to read chapters 1 and 2 in particular, as they should have been classified within this genre but were misclassified (by me) as BDSM. Reading earlier chapters will also help understand the characters and context. In any case, please do provide feedback. There are obvious sequels to this series, and I would be happy to hear your suggestions for how to improve it. Words of encouragement are also nice... Finally, please do vote; especially if you like it! I must admit that getting good votes is a substantial encouragement (the copyediting in particular is very tedious), and not many persons do seem to be voting. In any case, I hope you enjoy it. * * * * * * * The biology lesson using the sperm collected from the boys in Mr. Peters' Advanced Mathematics class was largely successful. Most of Miss Harding's students appreciated the significance of the experiments that she had outlined, and the value of the samples that she had obtained. There were, however, a few exceptions. Sally Embretson, in particular, had been a bit of a pain, finding the handling of male sperm to be quite distasteful, and she let her feelings be known. Miss Harding felt sorry for Teddy, as he was the brunt of some needless humiliation. A few of the boys joined Sally in her effort to make adolescent jokes at Teddy's expense. The culprits were Ron, Chris, and Robert, three boys who spent a considerable amount of time together. They were generally competent in biology, but they seemed to spend most of their time with computer games. They had gotten to know each other through the chess club. Miss Harding suspected that they in fact had very little experience with sex, and were expressing their nervous self-consciousness with counter-phobic bravado, largely at the expense of Teddy. She asked them to stay after class when the experiments were completed. The boys were uncertain what Miss Harding had in mind, but they didn't mind spending more time with her. Miss Harding was probably the most attractive professor at the college. She was 34 years old, with blue eyes, long lashes, and curly blond hair that draped softly across her shoulders. The boys were in particular attracted to her figure. Her measurements were 36-25-35, and she didn't mind showing it off. She would at times wear quite tight dresses that accentuated nicely the curves of her butt and breasts, or thin summer dresses that clung to her shape and revealed the silhouette of her figure whenever she stood in front of a window. Many of them had considerable difficulty keeping their minds on her lectures, watching instead the movement of her breasts and bottom when she walked about the class and lectured at the blackboard. It was particularly nice to see her bottom wiggle as she wrote on the blackboard. It also didn't help that she was often nicely scented with enticing perfume. None of the girls at the school were allowed to wear perfume or even much make-up but these rules did not apply to the faculty and Miss Harding took full advantage. The students could often tell when she was approaching by her fragrance. The boys' eyes followed her departure, or at least the departure of her waving bottom. Staying after class with Miss Harding was a treat, not a punishment. Whatever she wanted them to do, they would be perfectly willing. After all of the other students left the class, Miss Harding walked over to shut the door. Ron, Chris, and Robert followed her every move with their eyes. She was wearing a business suit today, with a tight skirt that clung very closely to her butt. Her bottom moved lusciously back and forth as she walked across the room. Its display was nicely accentuated by her high heals, which clicked on the floor as she strode about the class. Along with the tight skirt, she had worn a pink silk blouse that draped well across her breasts. The boys were disappointed though that she had it buttoned all the way up to the top. At times, particularly in the summer, she might even have a few buttons undone, providing enticing glimpses of her bra as she bent over her desk to read her notes. There had been no such shows today, but the thin fabric did cling well to her figure. As she was shutting the door, she paused briefly to pick up some loose paper that one of the students had dropped on the floor. She hardly bent her knees. Her skirt was sufficiently tight and long to prevent it rising up very far, but her bending did further display the round shape of her ass. Her business skirt was pulled very tight across her hips. It was almost as if she had done it on purpose. In fact, she had. As she was standing up, she looked back at the three boys. Their eyes were clearly on her ass. When they noticed that she was looking back at them, they quickly looked away, ineffectively pretending that they were just looking around the room. Miss Harding shut the door and returned to her desk. "Boys, I wanted you to stay after class because I was uncertain whether you in fact appreciated the importance of the experiments that were performed today." The boys knew that they had been cutting up in class, but they hadn't thought that Miss Harding was particularly upset. They acted out in many of their classes and the professors never seemed to do much about it. Messing around and not taking your studies seriously seemed to be the norm at Templeton. They were surprised that Miss Harding was apparently upset. "Golly, Miss Harding, we didn't think we were doing anything really wrong," Chris replied. "Yes, Miss Harding, we're awfully sorry if we've made you mad or something," Ron added. They were sincere in their feelings. None of the boys wanted to make Miss Harding mad. They enjoyed it when she smiled at them, it was almost like she was flirting with them. They certainly didn't want to upset her. Miss Harding knew that she could just let them off with a mild scolding, but Mr. Peters had advised that being so lenient had been part of the problem at Templeton. She needed to take more severe action. "I'm sorry boys, but apologies will just not be enough. I think in this case it would be best if you demonstrated your remorse by providing yourself a contribution to the biology department." None of the boys knew what she meant by that. Miss Harding was leaning back against the desk. The boys were standing nervously in front of her. She looked each one in the eye, waiting for a response, tapping a high heel on the floor to emphasize her impatience. "You want us to write you a check, Miss Harding?" Robert ventured a guess. "Bobby, is that some sort of a joke? You think this is funny?" Miss Harding admonished him angrily. "Goodness no, Miss Harding," Robert responded nervously, "I just honestly don't know what you mean." Miss Harding sighed in frustration. "You boys wait right here." She walked to the back of the room. The boys dared not move, not wanting to annoy her any further. They did glance back at her on occasion, but not wanting to look long in case she again caught them staring at her swinging bottom. Miss Harding returned with three empty beakers and placed them on her desk in front of the boys. "Do you now understand?" she asked impatiently. They did indeed now understand, staring with apprehension at the empty beakers. Miss Harding wanted them to provide deposits, at least that is what it seemed. Robert though asked, "You want us to provide a urine sample?" He certainly wanted to be sure that he really understood the assignment, making a mistake in his perception of what was intended by the beaker would be rather embarrassing. "No Bobby, I think you know perfectly well, now you quit your dawdling and get to work." Robert then assumed that what he first thought must be true; she wanted a sperm sample. She had explained to them during class that the boys of Mr. Peters' Advanced Mathematics class had provided the sperm samples they were using in lab. At this point though, only a few students actually knew how this was in fact done. "Should we take these beakers to the restroom or something?" Robert asked reluctantly. He was getting a bit annoyed with his two friends for not helping out with the questions. He knew he was trying the patience of Miss Harding with his questions, but this one did seem appropriate. He knew about sperm donation clinics and he understood that there was some sort of private booth for the men providing donations. Miss Harding really couldn't mean doing it right there in front of her desk. It would be embarrassing enough to have to jerk off in one of the stalls, particularly if they all had to do it at the same time. "No Bobby, I do not want you to take the beakers to the restroom or something," she said impatiently. To emphasize her point, she sat down at her desk chair, facing the three boys as well as the three beakers spread out in front of her across the desk. "I want the three of you to drop your pants and make your deposits directly into the beakers I have placed in front of you." She folded her hands on the desk, patiently waiting for them to begin. The boys had heard rumors about what might have happened in Mr. Peters' class, but they didn't really believe that the guys had been required to jerk off right in the class, in front of a woman. They looked back and forth at each other, shifting their legs, and waited for her to tell them that she was joking. "Are you going to stay here?" Ronald asked. Robert was glad that Ronnie had finally pitched in, and it was again a fair question. "Yes, I am Ronald. I have a considerable amount of work to do and, besides, there needs to be a witness to the deposits. Frankly, I don't believe I can trust you boys. Now, if you wish to delay this any further, I can ask Mr. Peters to join us to add spanking to the assignment." Miss Harding leaned back in her chair and contemplated the recalcitrant boys. "I know you feel a little embarrassed about this. Frankly, you should have thought about this before you decided to mock Theodore and the other young men who were strong enough to do what you now fear." The boys could not believe what they had gotten into. Nobody wanted to start. Miss Harding though kept staring at them. "Listen, young men, I have seen the penises of boys many times before, and quite a few of them have provided deposits for me." This wasn't true but she felt that giving the impression that it was a normal experience might help them cooperate. She was in fact looking forward to seeing three young men jerk off in front of her. She knew it would be fun to make them do it, and sexy to see their little boners, their hands pounding away, and then ultimately their loss of control and explosive orgasms. "There is no reason for you to be ashamed. The sooner you get started the sooner it will be over." Robert was the first to act. He wondered if perhaps it might in fact be a bit fun, as he had previously masturbated while thinking about Miss Harding. Maybe she would even help him out. He undid his belt, unzipped his pants, and lowered them, along with his shorts, to the floor. His two friends were shocked. They remained frozen in place and watched with horror. They couldn't believe that Bobby was actually dropping his pants in front of Miss Harding. They figured that there was no way any of them would do something like this, and now Bobby was standing there with his limp dick hanging out for Miss Harding to see. Miss Harding looked at Bobby's penis. It was not at all erect, but she thought it looked rather cute. She knew she would enjoy watching him make it all stiff and hard. She could tell that it would not get that big, but that would only add to her fantasy of being the older seductress. She turned her attention to the other two boys. "Ronnie, Chris, I am waiting, and I am losing my patience. I will give you 10 more seconds. The one who does not want to reveal his penis can help the others with their orgasms." That was convincing. There was no way any of them wanted to touch each other. Ronnie and Chris quickly undid their pants and dropped them to the floor. Each of them clasped their hands in front of their genitals to hide them from view. Miss Harding, though, would have none of that. She got up from her desk, holding a ruler in her hand. She walked over to Ronnie, who was standing on the right side of her desk, and smacked his hands with the ruler. "Ouw!" he yelped as the ruler struck the back of his hand. He rubbed the pained skin, inadvertently revealing his genitals. "I will be happy to use this ruler on your bottoms if you wish to continue this infantile modesty. Now, let's see your little men." The boys grimaced. It was bad enough that she wanted them to reveal themselves to her, but she was also making them feel like little boys. They removed their hands. Miss Harding could not help smiling. It was a darling sight. Three young men standing in front of her desk with their pants down. Their droopy penises hanging pathetically in front of them. She walked behind Chris, who was standing in the middle. She reached around him and used her ruler to lift up his penis. She bounced it a few times on the ruler. He flinched with embarrassment, as well as worry that she might in fact wack it. She didn't say anything as she was bouncing his penis on the ruler, but it was evident that she was not impressed. She then turned to Robert. She at first stood quietly behind him, making him a bit nervous over what might happen. She then leaned into him, pressing her full breasts into his back. He could smell her lovely perfume. She then reached down to stroke the bare cheeks of his ass. She lightly pinched his butt as she went around the desk and back to her seat. Robert wasn't sure how to react. He wondered if Chris and Ronnie had seen what just happened, but he wasn't entirely sure that he knew what happened. Miss Harding again sat down. "Alright boys, let's see those erections. No dawdling." She sat back and waited for them to start masturbating. It was clear though that they had no interest in doing this. Each was humiliated for a variety of reasons. They didn't want Miss Harding to see them do this, and it was even worse to think that they're friends would see them do it. Robert now wanted to go the lavatory stalls. Each was also concerned that he would have the smallest cock. The boys stood there for some time, glancing at each other, waiting for one of them to start; hoping nobody would. Miss Harding was tapping her pen on the desk. Bobbie finally reached under his shirt and began to play with his penis. His friends were again amazed at his willingness. Miss Harding smiled at his effort. It took him awhile but he eventually had the beginning of an erection. It was poking out between the tails of his shirt. Miss Harding enjoyed its smallness. She felt quite powerful. "Well boys, it appears that you should perhaps take some lessons from Bobby." Bobby wasn't particularly pleased with the suggestion that his friends look at his mildly swelled penis, nor were his friends very interested in looking it. "Ronald, Christopher, I wonder if the two of you are feeling well. Are you perhaps running a fever?" "No, Miss Harding," Chris spoke up. "I feel fine." Ron added, "Honestly, Miss Harding, it's not easy with you watching like that." "No, I think that there must be something wrong with the two you. Normal boys should have no difficulty achieving an erection. I will be right back." She then went to the lab table at the back of the class. By the time she had returned, Chris and Ron were also beginning to have some success. In contrast, Bobby was now about half erect. All of them had their eyes closed, trying to imagine that they were somewhere else, trying to get lost in their usual masturbation fantasies. Miss Harding came up behind Chris, placed her left hand firmly in the center of his back, and pushed down. "Bend over the desk, Chris. You can use your left hand to brace herself, but continue to work on your erection." Chris wondered what she had in mind. He feared that she was going to start spanking him with her ruler, but her actual intentions were frankly worse. As soon as he bent over, she removed her hand from his back to spread one of the cheeks of his ass. His eyes opened wide as she shoved one of the large laboratory thermometers up his ass. "Miss Harding, that hurts," he yelped. He let go of his partly erect cock, reaching back with his right hand to try to protect his rectum. Miss Harding, however, slapped his hand. "You better keep to the task at hand, Mr. Hansun. We will not be able to wait for ever. This room will be used this evening for Mr. Everson's chemistry class. I assume that you will want to be done by then." Chris felt very uncomfortable, as well as embarrassed, with the thermometer stuck up his butt, but he knew he would feel much worse if someone entered the room. He looked at the classroom door. None of them had thought about the possibility of someone actually coming into the room. They had assumed that this humiliation would be confined only to the four of them. Ronald asked, "The door to the classroom is locked, isn't it Miss Harding?" Whatever erection he was getting was now going back down. He had stopped trying when Chris yelped, and now he was nervously looking at the door. "Why, no, Mr. Theale," she replied. "Anybody who wishes can enter this room at any time. We do not keep our punishments a secret." "Miss Harding," Chris protested, "What if girls came in here. We all have our pants down, we can't do this in front of them." She replied, "If you keep whining and complaining rather than performing, I will go out to the hallway and ask some girls to come join us." She then turned to Ron. "Now, Ron, you too. Bend over the desk so that I can take your temperature." Ron looked at Miss Harding, who was holding the second thermometer in her hand. He could also see the first one sticking out of Chris's butt. This was becoming extremely humiliating. It was bad enough showing Miss Harding his limp penis; showing her his anus as well so she could take his temperature seemed to be over the top. "Miss Harding, do you really have to do that? Honestly, I feel fine," Ronald protested. "I will get an erection. I promise. You don't need to do that." Miss Harding though wasn't listening. She pushed down on his back and told him again to bend over. "If you don't comply, I am going to require that you help Chris get his erection." Ron immediately bent over. Miss Harding crouched behind him. She contemplated the cute sight of this young man's bottom bent over in front of her. All three of these boys were quite fit. Their youthful cheeks were much better than she had seen on some of the men she had dated the past few years. She grinned with pleasure at this potpourri of young butts presented for her amusement. She then used both of her hands to open up Ron's butt crack. He stopped playing with himself and used both hands to cover his face. This was just so humiliating. Miss Harding, however, found his adolescent butt hole to be very cute and enticing. He was 18 and still an adolescent in body and mind, particularly when considered in comparison to her own age. "Spread your legs Ronnie," she commanded. He did so. Miss Harding then had a good view of his balls hanging between his legs. She grinned and reached between his legs to lightly tickle them with her fingers. He jumped with the sensation, as well as shock. "Hold still, Ronnie, I don't want to hurt you." The other boys wondered what she was up to. Chris was still bent over. He couldn't see much when he looked back; besides, he wasn't interested in seeing Ron's naked butt. Bobby was still standing though, and he could see Miss Harding's hand in between Ron's legs. She looked up at him and gave him a wink. He was surprised at this, and cautiously smiled back. He could feel his penis start to respond. He wondered if he could get Miss Harding to play with his balls as well. The Lessons Ch. 09 Ron had to admit that he did like the feel of Miss Harding's hands on his nuts. She was gently caressing and massaging them. At first, it reminded him of when he was asked to cough by the school nurse during their required physical. At that time he had been worried about getting an erection against his will. Now he was being told to have one against his will. Her fondling was nice, and he could feel his penis responding. He wished that she would reach beyond his balls for his cock. He could get harder much more easily if she did it. "These are very nice testicles, Ronnie," Miss Harding said, trying to maintain a dispassionate tone as she played with the balls of the young man. She recalled the first time she had fondled a boy's testicles and how surprised she was when he suddenly began to shoot his cum all over her arm. She hadn't even yet touched his penis. It was like she had just milked him. She wondered how much cum Ronald held in his sack. However, she then remembered the real reason that she had him bent over and she shoved, without any lubrication or warning, the thermometer into his asshole. "Arrrrgh," Ron grunted. The shock, pressure, and embarrassment overrode the pleasure he was feeling in his balls, which she had in any case let go of. He grimaced. Miss Harding then affectionately patted one of his cheeks and stood up. "Now, you boys hold those in for awhile. I need to get a good reading." She stood back and enjoyed the sight of the young men being humiliated; the thermometers sticking out of their butts as they were bent over her desk. To add to their discomfort, she said, "I just hope none of the girls from class walk in right now." She pretended to be thinking out loud. "I did asked Miss Meadows to come back to receive her grade for the second test. You know, I might have forgotten that she was suppose to come back right about now." The boys eyes widened in fright. Neither Ron nor Chris were playing with themselves but it was plenty bad enough to be bent over her desk with their pants down and a thermometer in their assess. They knew that Wendy would laugh hysterically at the sight. She walked around to the side of Robert. He seemed to be doing fine. The thought of Wendy entering the room hadn't seemed to bother him too much. Bobby in fact found the thought a little exciting. He figured why be embarrassed by an erection if he was being required to have one. His erection would at least be more impressive and less infantile than the sight of Ron and Chris with thermometers up their butts. "Well, Robert, you seem to be getting the hang of it," she said with approval. She smiled at the sight of his growing erection. She placed a hand on his shoulder. He enjoyed the closeness of her body and the smell of her perfume. She gazed for awhile at his stiffening cock, a young erection growing before her eyes. She licked her upper lip. Bobby was looking at her face and he could tell that she was enjoying the sight of his stiffening cock. He found that thought exciting, helping him to get even more aroused. He was now almost fully erect, and he was breathing heavily. He worked hard on his dick, breathing in the scent of her perfume. Miss Harding couldn't resist the sight. She briefly caressed the tip of his cock with her fingers. Bobby closed his eyes and sighed. Miss Harding quietly sighed as well. The discomfort of having thermometers in their rear ends, coupled with the realization of how stupid they must look, was not helping Ron and Chris achieve their erections. They could not get it out of their heads that a girl could walk into the room at any time while they were leaning over the desk, playing with their limp cocks, thermometers sticking out of their assess. In fact, they thought that it might be even worse for them if they got erections. How could they explain that? What would the girls think? It soon became evident to Miss Harding how much the humiliation was interfering with their efforts to get erect. She decided that she should probably try to be more helpful. She enjoyed the control she had over them and the embarrassment she was inflicting upon them, but she knew that she should also be reasonable in her demands. She wanted to see their youthful boners, and her pleasure in making them feel embarrassed was interfering with her pleasure in making them get excited. She went behind the boys to extract the thermometers. She first pulled out the one stuck in Ronnie and made a show of carefully studying the results. "Well, Ronnie, it does appear that you do have a normal temperature." She patted him on the rear and told him that he could stand up. She then went behind Chris and pulled out his, this time leaving her hand resting on his firm masculine behind as she carefully studied the results. She let her fingers trail across his cheeks and even down his crack, pretending that her attention was focused on reading the thermometer and was only absentmindedly exploring his butt with his fingers. However, one finger even reached his anus. She felt his sphincter constrict in apprehension with the contact. She announced, "Yes, this one is normal as well." She gave a flick to his asshole, noticing him jerk, and said, "You can stand up as well, Christopher." "Well, boys, they were both normal. Whatever difficulty you must be having appears to be situational rather than physiological." She returned to her side of the desk, standing behind her chair. She then discussed the fact that perhaps the environmental context was just not sufficiently conducive for sexual arousal. Ron and Chris fully agreed. All of them stopped playing with themselves as she spoke. Ron and Chris enjoyed the opportunity to look at least partially decent if someone were to come through the door. They were now just standing with their pants on the floor and beakers in front of them; they were no longer abusing themselves or had objects stuck up their behinds. Bobby even stopped, as he found listening to her lecture on the proper context for sexual arousal was just too distracting, plus he felt rather stupid to be the only one jerking off. Even without playing with himself, he now thought he looked really bad to be standing there with his cock pointing out. If a girl entered the room now, she might think that they were getting a physical, providing urine samples, or at worst being spanked, and he was the one who apparently couldn't help getting an erection. The thought of Wendy telling everyone that he got a boner during a physical was terrifying. He glanced at the door to see if somebody might be looking in. He could feel his erection beginning to wilt with his rising anxiety. Miss Harding noticed that even Bobby's erection was dissipating, and she couldn't help feeling disappointed. She was looking forward to having three boys all get their little stiffies in front of her and then beating off into the beakers. She had always enjoyed watching a man cum and she realized during Mr. Harding's class how much more fun it was to watch inexperienced young men lose control and spurt their loads. The fact that she was in control of them, that she was the experienced woman making them cum, was all the more exciting. However, she also realized that these were not men who were themselves aroused by being used and humiliated. Some compromise would have to occur if she was to enjoy her fantasy. "Boys, I don't really want this to be an impossible or torturous task. I must assume that all of you have successfully masturbated in the privacy of your homes. Is that the case?" Nobody wanted to answer this question, but each one did briefly nod. "Well," she asked, "what have you thought about when you masturbated?" Nobody answered this question, each of them even had difficulty making eye contact. Miss Harding then had a brainstorm. "I bet you boys must have thought about me at times?" she asked in a more playful manner. All three of them became somewhat flushed and looked away. She could tell that she had touched a nerve. She pressed the point. "I have noticed how your eyes have followed me around the room during class. Why, even just a little while ago I caught the three of you staring at my derriere when I was picking up the paper." They became even more flustered, shifting their feet and scratching their heads. She smiled at them and said, "Will it help if you think of me now? I am standing right here in front of you." They nervously stole glances at her. She casually traced a finger down her blouse and across a breast, smiling flirtatiously at them. Each of them thought, 'Yes, that might in fact help a great deal,' but they were also worried about getting caught in a trap. They certainly didn't want to tell her precisely what they would fantasize. "What might you fantasize about me?" she asked rather innocently, not appreciating that this question was the very one that they dreaded. She placed her hands on the arms of her chair and leaned forward, providing them with a better view of her prominent breasts, her blouse even opening up somewhat although not really offering any view of her bra. She turned to Bobby, who so far had seemed to be the bravest of them. "Bobby, have you ever had any fantasies about me?" She smiled sweetly at him, trying to let him know that any answer he provided would not get him into any trouble. She in fact would have liked to hear a juicy fantasy. It was exciting to think that these boys were aroused by her and even masturbated to her. She had quite a few fantasies about young men; hearing their fantasies about her would be very exciting. Bobby's mouth was now a little dry, but he managed to say, "Yes, a little bit." "And, Bobby, what precisely was I doing in your fantasy?" His face turned beet red. Miss Harding could tell that she was making him very uncomfortable but this was part of the fun. "I bet you have imagined me with my clothes off, haven't you Bobby?" He had imagined much more than that. He was willing to admit to it, but he hoped that she wouldn't ask for details. He looked her in the eyes and said, "Yes, I have, Miss Harding." She said, "I imagine that it would be very exciting for you boys to see your biology teacher without any clothes, wouldn't it?" Even Ron and Chris nodded to this, although they were very nervous about where this might be going. They would not be surprised if she decided to punish them for admitting to having lascivious thoughts about her. Maybe she would require each of them to describe his fantasy out loud as he jerked off; then as he was cumming she might laugh hysterically at him. Miss Harding walked over to the classroom door, removed her keys from her pocket and locked the door, but left the keys in the lock. She even removed a notice that was taped to the wall next to the door and placed it over the small window in the door so that nobody could look in. She turned around, smiled at the boys, who had been watching her closely (although this time keeping their eyes off her butt). She walked back to her place behind her chair, the only sound being the clicking of her heels on the floor. "Boys, I want you to keep your hands to your sides. This time, I don't want you to touch yourselves. I just want you to keep your eyes on me." She proceeded to slowly, seductively, unbutton her pink silk blouse. The boys had no trouble with the assignment to keep their eyes on her. Their eyes were in fact wide open and they could feel their hearts beginning to pound. Miss Harding took her time with the buttons. She enjoyed the fact that the eyes of three young men were glued to her every move. She had always enjoyed turning the heads of the young men of Templeton as she walked down the hall. She knew that she would at times excite them, and now she realized how much fun it would be to do even more. She occasionally stopped and twiddled with a button, teasing them with the possibility that she might not continue, although always wearing a flirtatious smile, indicating how much she was enjoying their intense interest. When she had all the buttons undone, she looked at them with a more serious expression. "Now, you boys will not tell anyone that I did this; you understand?" "Oh, yes, Miss Harding," they all faithfully agreed. Awhile ago they were deathly afraid that somebody would find out, now she was asking them to keep it confidential. They knew that they would like to tell their friends about Miss Harding, but they also knew that they wouldn't want it to get out what had happened up until that point. Miss Harding hesitated, not entirely sure she should do this. It did seem wrong, as they were her students and they were so much younger than her. But, she was helping them overcome their sexual insecurity and, besides, it was tremendously good fun. She removed her blouse, revealing her white bra. The boys gasped. Miss Harding's breasts were gorgeous. They had occasionally gotten brief glimpses of her bra down her blouse in the summer, or they might even get a reasonable sense of its appearance through a thin fabric. However, she was now standing in front of them fully exposed, and she had quite large breasts. They were larger than the breasts of most of the girls they knew. These were the breasts of a woman. They were not as large as Wendy's but nobody's were as big as hers. And, these were the breasts of Miss Harding, the pretty biology teacher, standing in front of them wearing only a bra. She was wearing a three-quarter underwire that revealed considerable cleavage. This was also a lacy bra of a sexy woman, not the plain, sexless bras that the girls at school wore. Lace ran throughout the material and her breasts engorged the cups, providing them with a full, tight roundness that was very impressive. The boys wanted so much to reach out and grab them, but the sight was itself intense. Simply the thought that the sexy Miss Harding, the teacher that all students noticed and dreamed about, was now standing in front of them without her blouse was making their cocks stir. She didn't even seem to mind. In fact, she seemed to be enjoying it. Miss Harding was indeed enjoying it. She even swayed her shoulders a bit to provide a more enticing display and to give each boy a personal view. She was proud of her breasts. They were a good size. She had always enjoyed showing them off to her dates and it was even more exciting to show them off to these young men. She took a deep breath in nervous excitement and noticed how her swelling breasts seemed to increase the sizes of their eyes. She laughed. "Well, boys, this does seem to help, doesn't it." They looked down, although being very reluctant to look anywhere else. All of them were now developing erections. Miss Harding then began to unzip her skirt. The sound of the zipper going down was alluring. She leaned forward to reach the end, and each of them got a good look down her deep cleavage. Now they wanted to jerk off. They could feel their dicks getting harder, yearning now to be touched. Ronnie started to reach for his but Miss Harding caught him. "No, no, Ronnie. You must stick to the assignment. Any boy that disobeys will be punished." None of them wanted to disobey now. She finished unzipping her skirt and carefully stepped out, revealing a white, silk slip. She folded her blouse and skirt on her desk, although she noticed that wherever she put them they might be too close to a beaker. So, she took her blouse and skirt over to one of the desks near the door, knowing full well that all six eyes were now intently focused on her swaying hips, now more readily revealed by her diaphanous slip. "Nobody cheat while I put my clothes over here," she warned. When she turned around, she could see all three boys standing at attention, in more than ways than one. Bobbie's cock was again ahead of the others, his being fully erect, standing almost straight up. The cocks of Ronnie and Chris were about half erect, pointing out away from them. "Well, Bobby again is to be commended. I guess somebody will have to give him a special award," she said provocatively. Bobby had no idea what reward she might actually be thinking of, but right now it sounded like it would probably be good. He thrust his hips out a bit to give more prominence to his erection. Miss Harding smiled in appreciation. She came back to her desk and leaned back against the blackboard. "It does seem that you boys were simply being denied necessary stimulation. In fact, once you could see your biology teacher without her blouse and skirt, your hands weren't even necessary." Her reference to their hands, however, only reminded them of how much they wanted to resume the stroking. Miss Harding leaned over the back of her chair toward the boys, providing them with a much better look down the cleavage of her bra. "But Ronnie and Christopher, you two seem to need a bit more help." They knew exactly what help they would like to get but they were not about to say anything that might offend her. "Bobby, why don't you come around the desk and stand beside me." Bobby was ecstatic. He quickly sprinted around the desk, his erect cock waving in the air. Miss Harding chuckled at the sight, "Well, he seems all excited about coming for a visit," her eyes fixed on his wagging cock. Bobby stood beside Miss Harding; she turned to face him. He was shorter than Miss Harding, in part due to her high heels. His face was just above her prominent breasts. He wanted so much to bury his face within them, but he just stood there, waiting for her instructions, the tip of his erect cock occasionally grazing her stomach as he shifted position. The scent of her perfume filled the air. "Now, Bobby, what do you think these boys would like to see? I mean, I have already shown them a great deal, haven't I?" she asked Bobby suggestively. Bobby cleared his throat. He would like to show them what it would be like to fuck Miss Harding, bent over her chair, but he wasn't about to suggest that. He nervously contemplated a more appropriate answer. As she waited, enjoying his nervousness, she reached over with her right hand and playfully traced the end of one finger around and over the head of his cock. Bobby jerked and then gasped with pleasure, losing entirely his train of thought. The boys' eyes widened and their erections began to improve. Miss Harding used her long fingernails to lightly scratch along his shaft, tracing her fingers up and down its length. Bobby closed his eyes in appreciation. Miss Harding enjoyed her control over him. She realized that she probably could get these boys to do just about anything she wanted at this point. "Do you enjoy having your biology teacher scratch your big penis, Bobby?" "Yes, Miss Harding," he gasped, finding it difficult to articulate. "What about you boys?" She turned to Chris and Ron, who were watching in shock. "Do you like seeing your teacher in her bra and slip, playing with your friend's penis?" They were at a loss for words, just nodding in appreciation and fascination. "Have any one of you seen a naked woman before?" They shook their heads in embarrassed admission, their eyes glued to Miss Harding's fingers, playfully caressing Bobbie's stiffy. "You must have seen your mother in her bra and slip, Ronnie. I met her once during Parent's Day, and I must say that she does have an excellent figure." Ronnie blushed. His mother was a very attractive woman, and he had indeed seen her numerous times getting dressed. There was one time in which she ironed a dress before going out to a formal dinner. He was fascinated with the movement of her breasts in her bra as she worked the iron back and forth across the board. After she finished, he immediately went to his room and jerked off to the memory. "You have seen her, haven't you Ronnie," Miss Harding smiled, noticing the fact that he was deep in thought. The Lessons Ch. 09 Miss Harding continued to lightly caress Bobby's cock as she spoke seductively to Ron. The sensations were ecstatic for Bobby. He even looked down to admire the sight of his erect cock being played with by the attractive Miss Harding. Her long, manicured fingernails were tracing up and down its length; she was never actually grasping his cock but just lightly feeling and stroking. He thought how enjoyable it would be to just shoot his cum onto her slip. However, he quickly suppressed this thought, worried that he would in fact cum too soon. He knew that he was suppose to cum into the beaker. Soiling her silk slip would probably get him into big trouble. "Are her breasts as large as mine, Ronnie?" Miss Harding continued to tease Ron. "No, no, I don't think so," Ronnie awkwardly replied, avoiding direct eye contact, which wasn't hard, given the alternatives of gazing at her breasts, her slip, or her hands playing with Bobby. "Did you ever get an erection looking at your mother, Ronnie?" Ronnie's face got redder. His cock had done more than that, but he couldn't imagine telling Miss Harding. Chris, in turn, was very grateful that she had chosen Ron for this conversation. Ron cleared his throat, but did not reply. "Ronnie, if you do not answer my questions honestly, I will just have to stop this exercise. At least, I will stop playing with Bobby's big, stiff penis. You don't want me to do that, do you?" Nobody wanted her to do that, especially Bobby. "No, Miss Harding" Ronnie replied. He looked to the side of the room and said, "Yes, I have gotten an erection." "Ronnie! You bad boy!" she responded in mock surprise and admonishment, still smiling and lightly caressing Bobby's erect cock. "She is your mother. It's very dirty and naughty of you to get excited looking at your mother, even if she is an attractive woman, with firm large breasts." She could tell her words were getting him quite aroused. "Is she aware that you have these nasty thoughts?" He shook his head, keeping his face averted, feeling more and more embarrassed. "You masturbate thinking about your mother, don't you Ronnie." He nodded. He felt like pointing out that he had only done so a few times and usually felt very guilty afterward, but he preferred to just have the conversation end. She stopped stroking Bobby's cock, much to his disappointment. She turned to Ronnie and cupped her large breasts in her hands. "Do you like my breasts as much as your mother's Ronnie?" He turned his eyes to her breasts, tightly enclosed in her bra, openly displayed to him. She was squeezing them as she held them up for his eyes. He realized that no answer to her question wouldn't get him in trouble, as either answer admitted that he had fantasies about his mother. "Yours are much larger than hers, Miss Harding," he again acknowledged, his cock stiffening as he gazed at his teacher's tits. "Have you ever thought about my breasts, Ronnie?" Ron blushed but quickly nodded, hoping now that the conversation would move away from his mother. Miss Harding smiled sweetly at him, alternately lifting and dropping each breast with her hands. Ronnie could feel the sweat building on his brow. He wanted so much to stroke his cock. Miss Harding looked down at it, and licked her lips. "Would you do me a favor, Ronnie?" Ronald did not hesitate. "Yes, Miss Harding, anything." "Anything?" she asked again. Ronnie hesitated. He recalled her threat earlier to make him have sex with Ron or Chris. He doubted that she met that. He nodded. "Well, that's now being a very good boy." She walked around Bobby and stood next to Ron. She reached for his cock and lightly fondled it with her fingers. He pulled back his head and groaned with pleasure. He had wanted for so long to be able to resume his stroking, and now it was even better, it was the fingers of his teacher, standing next to him wearing just her bra and a slip. Miss Harding, in turn, enjoyed almost as much giving him this pleasure. She enjoyed the feeling of the taught stiffness of his young cock. She smiled to herself. His cock leaped and twitched with pleasure from her tender caress. She enjoyed being the seductress. "Ronnie, would you please help me with my slip? It seems a bit inappropriate for me to be just wearing a slip and brassiere. Do you think you could help me remove it?" Ronnie turned to his teacher. He was very glad that he had agreed to do her a favor. "Sure, Miss Harding!" He quickly reached for the slip and began to pull it down. Miss Harding giggled at his clumsiness. She almost lost her balance as he tugged and pulled. He got onto one knee to pull it all the way down. She placed a hand on his shoulder to balance herself as she pulled each leg free. He looked up at her with a smile when he was done, enjoying his view of her large breasts jutting out, her face just appearing between the two large mounds of lace enclosed tits, and, perhaps even better, close to his face was her lacy white panties, a large mound appearing between her thighs. The two other boys also enjoyed the sight. Miss Harding was wearing a garter belt to hold up her nylon stockings. She looked very sexy in the white bra, with matching white panties and a white garter belt, holding up her long brown, nylon stockings. She was still wearing her high heels. She looked like a professional model, posing seductively for them. Miss Harding, in turn, enjoyed watching their delight at her exhibition. She particularly enjoyed the sight of Ronnie, his young cock pointing stiffly straight up as he knelt submissively in front of her, his cock yearning to be stuck somewhere in her body: perhaps her fist, her breasts, her mouth, her cunt, her ass, anywhere. She knew that anywhere would be fine with him. She moved forward so that her cunt was less than an inch from his nose. "Would you like to kiss me, Ronnie?" Ronnie knew that the answer was definitely yes, but he was not at all sure where she meant. Her body suggested that she wanted him to kiss her on her cunt, but he had serious doubts that she really meant that and he certainly did not want to offend her. "Well, yes, Miss Harding, uh, sure." She smiled at him. "Well then, pull down my panties you naughty boy." Ronnie grinned with excitement and quickly pulled her panties down as far as he could, which wasn't far, given that they were beneath her garter belt and could go no farther than the top of her stockings. But, it was enough to reveal her cunt for all three of them to see. Chris could not restrain himself any longer and was now openly stroking his cock. He knew that it would not take long for him to cum but it didn't matter. He wanted to cum so badly. Ronnie's mouth filled with saliva at the thought of using his mouth on his teacher's cunt. He had never seen one in person before, and now he was looking at the exposed cunt of the attractive, desirable Miss Harding, the woman of every boy's fantasy in the school; and she was standing inches from his face, showing him her bare cunt. Her pussy looked fantastic. She had a considerable amount of hair but this made it all the more exciting to them: it was the cunt of a woman. Ronnie studied closely the folds and lips of her vagina, glistening with the wetness of her arousal. He could even smell her personal odor. He leaned in to give her a kiss. Miss Harding then gave him a playful swat on his head. "Ronnie!" she scolded. "Don't be so presumptive. What are you thinking?" She pushed his head away. Ronnie groaned with disappointment. He knew that her signals had been clear and that she was just playing with him, but he also knew that there was nothing he could do about it. Miss Harding was in full control. Miss Harding then turned around, her movements somewhat constrained by her panties still wrapped around her thighs. She bent over and spread the cheeks of her ass with her hands. "Here, Ronnie, kiss me here." Ronnie's eyes widened with shock. Miss Harding was showing him her asshole. She was bent over fully in front of him, showing him her asshole. This was well beyond any fantasy he had ever had about Miss Harding, or anyone else. He could see her cunt mound, hanging between her legs, covered in hair, and inches above, the puckered red lips of her anus. He had never thought that any girl, any woman, would ever want him to kiss her there. It seemed disgusting to him. This was where she shit. There might even still be some remnant of shit on her asshole. Yet, it was also such a sexually dirty thing to do. So personal; so very, very bad. It was then rather fitting, for his teacher was being very, very bad. Miss Harding instructed, "Use your tongue. Just give me a few licks with your tongue." Miss Harding knew that he must be shocked by the idea. These were very inexperienced young men and she enjoyed their amazement at her sexual audacity. She knew that she was showing them things that they had never seen before. The fact that it was also something that he might find repulsive was even better. No man had previously ever licked her there before, and she had been embarrassed about even asking. With these young men, it was fun to realize that she could just openly demand it. She was getting quite warm and wet between her legs. Ronnie leaned in, hesitated, and then stuck out his tongue. He closed his eyes, and leaned all the way in to give her a lick right on the puckered lips of her asshole. It smelled musky in between her cheeks, and the taste was somewhat bitter, but not nearly as bad as he feared. He in fact found it very arousing, touching the folds and curves of her anus with his tongue. He began to openly lap at her asshole. It was Bobbie and Chris's turn to be shocked. They couldn't believe what he was doing. They knew that they would never do anything like that. He was actually licking a girl's, a woman's, asshole. Miss Harding enjoyed it. She knew that she looked quite obscene to the boys to be bent over like this, displaying her asshole for them, but it felt so nice to have this young boy lapping at her anus like a dog licking an ice cream cone. She closed her eyes and enjoyed it. She even openly sighed and bent over further, moving her ass around and around to help Ronnie get every nook and crannie. Ronnie would have continued to lick her for sometime but she finally let go of her cheeks and slowly stood up. She felt a little light headed. She looked behind her, appreciating the yearning expression on Ronnie's face, pleading with her to let him do it some more. She squatted back down, giving him another quick look, but pulled her panties back up. "I bet your mother would never let you do that, Ronnie." She then noticed that Chris was now openly stroking himself. She furled her brow, pretending to be annoyed. "Christopher, you let go of that penis right now!" Chris immediately stopped, feeling that he was just short of his orgasm. "I just don't know what to do with you boys." Miss Harding folded her arms beneath her breasts, accentuating their prominence. "I try to treat you with respect and decency but you continue to disobey. First you won't play with yourselves and now you won't stop playing with yourselves. Perhaps I should just put my blouse and skirt back on, and march you down to the dean's office, Christopher." Chris experienced a rising feeling of panic. "Would you like to walk down the halls of this building, waving your little erection in the air for everyone to see? I will certainly let you play with it outside of the dean's office if you can't seem to control yourself." "I am very sorry, Miss Harding. That won't be necessary. I won't touch it again. I promise." Chris was very scared. For all he knew, this was not an idle threat. He couldn't imagine having to jerk off in the hallway. He could feel his erection diminishing, but his balls ached for release. Miss Harding stared at him with a stern expression on her face, wondering what she should do. She did not in fact intend on taking him down to the dean's office. She was enjoying herself too much, and she recognized that she was probably going too far with these students. She was generally familiar with the innovative discipline methods of Mr. Peters. She had participated herself in some of his class exercises, but she had no knowledge of him actually becoming so directly sexually involved. She assumed that he would show much more self-constraint than her. He would not use the lessons for his own gratification. "Well, Christopher, if you are unable to control yourself, then perhaps you best leave the room." Chris would much prefer to stay. What was happening now was darn exciting. However, he would not mind getting relief from the ache in his balls. "Before you go, though, I do believe that you owe us a specimen. Christopher, take my slip from the desk and put it on." "What?" he exclaimed. He wasn't sure he heard what she said. He didn't understand the reason for this. "I believe you heard me. I want you to put on my slip, and be sure that you don't rip or stain it." Chris flushed with embarrassment as went over to the desk to get her slip. It was now Miss Harding's turn to enjoy the sight of a butt wiggling across the room, and this one with a little flag pole waving in front. Chris picked up the slip. As soon as he touched it he noticed how sexy it felt. It was very smooth and soft to the touch. He could even pick up a scent of bath oil, softener, or some pleasant aroma. It was actually rather exciting to be holding in his hands the slip of Miss Harding. Putting it on, however, was another matter. He looked away from his friends and stepped into her slip. Miss Harding's slip was a bit too big for him. The waistline was not too bad, but Miss Harding was taller than him. The inadequate fit, though, wasn't the embarrassing part. He had never felt so wimpy in his life, standing in front of his friends wearing a woman's slip. He had to admit that the fabric did feel nice across the head of his cock, which was poking out through the shiny fabric draped across his half-erect tent pole. He might have in fact enjoyed using her slip to jerk off, but not like this. Miss Harding, though, wanted it to be precisely like this. "Alright, Christopher, you wanted to use your hands. Now use your hands to get yourself fully erect again." Chris felt embarrassed to do so, although it wasn't so difficult this time. He wanted to cum real bad, and the silky fabric felt very nice on his cock. Knowing that it was the slip of Miss Harding also helped. He avoided the eyes of his friends, focusing them instead on the front of Miss Harding's panties. He began to stroke himself through the fabric. It didn't take long before he was again fully erect. Miss Harding then stopped him. "You stop right there now, sir. I don't want you getting any of your ejaculation on my good clothes." This was not in fact true. She would in fact find it very exciting to have the boys' all cum on her slip, allowing her to enjoy later the wetness and aroma of their young cum. However, she knew that she had to maintain their respect as their teacher. Miss Harding went to her desk drawer. Each of the boys followed her movements closely with hungry eyes. Just watching Miss Harding walking around in nothing but a bra, panties, and stockings, seeming oblivious to the fact that she was so undressed, was very seductive. It was as if she had simply forgotten to put on her dress this morning and was walking around the class half-naked, ignorant to how much of herself she was revealing. Robert and Ron both felt the urge to touch themselves, their erect cocks waving in front of them like stiff tails, but they knew better. Miss Harding removed a camera from the desk drawer. "I will need a record of this." She turned to Chris, standing in front of her desk with his stiff cock poking out through "his" slip. "Stand with your hands on your hips, Christopher, and give me a nice smile." She aimed the camera at him. Chris's jaw dropped in distress. This did not seem to be fair at all. He didn't move. Miss Harding lowered the camera. "Chris, you will be allowed to leave this exercise early, but in doing so, I must have a photograph. If you behave yourself for the rest of the semester, I will provide you with this photograph, and its negative, at the end of the term. However, if you do again misbehave in my class, I will post the picture on the bulletin board next to the drawings provided by the girls. Now, give me a good pose." Chris flushed with humiliation. His heart was pounding with anxiousness, wondering what he should do. He knew, however, that there was little he could do. She could simply take the picture now, if she wanted. Posing would at least allow him to get the picture back later in the semester. He therefore put his hands on his hips, posing as if he was a girl showing off her slip. "Good boy," Miss Harding said cheerfully, enjoying his shame and the silliness of his posture. "Now lean back a bit, like you want to show how much your little boner is poking through my slip, and give me a big smile." Chris felt mortified, but did as he was told. Robert and Ron looked away in sympathy. They felt terrible for Chris, and feared that their fate might in fact be the same. When Chris assumed the posture, the flash went off as Miss Harding snapped a picture. "That was wonderful, Christopher, you look very sweet in your slip. I am sure that the girls will enjoy seeing this." Chris's jaw dropped. Miss Harding enjoyed for the moment his evident feeling of panic. "Now, don't you worry silly boy. I won't show it to anyone, unless, of course, you give me a reason for doing so. Now, lift up your girlie slip and let's see that little man again." Chris did not enjoy the way she was belittling him, but he was grateful to be able to resume his stroking. He lifted up the slip past his erection, being careful not to tear or stain the fabric. He then resumed his masturbation. Ron and Bobby looked back at him when they heard him removing the fabric from his cock, but they quickly looked away again as they saw him furiously pounding his cock. "That's a good boy, Christopher, but be sure to aim it directly into the beaker." She moved around the desk to stand next to him. Ronnie quickly got out of her way. Miss Harding took the beaker in her hand and tilted the top toward the head of his engorged cock, just inches away. She smiled sweetly at Chris and then reached down to lightly stroke the cheeks of his clenched butt with her left hand through the slip. Chris's eyes closed in pleasure at the feel of her hand. Just the thought that Miss Harding would be fondling his ass was provocative; the actual feel of her fingers caressing his bare ass cheeks was fantastic. He leaned back and jutted out his hips. His cock was extremely hard and stiff in his hand. He tightly grasped it, stroking it up and down, feeling the pressure beginning to build. "That's a good little boy, Chrissie," she tenderly whispered in his ear. The infantile and effeminate manner in which she was referring to him was now strangely exciting. He was so excited that she could have said or done anything to him now and he would still enjoy it. He let himself enjoy the way she was treating him. She pinched one of the cheeks of his ass with her long fingernails and then moved her fingers down the crease of his ass outlined by her slip. "Perhaps I should poke something else up your little bottom? Would you like that Chrissie? Would you like Miss Harding to stick one of her fingers up your little anus?" It was humiliating but exciting. The gorgeous Miss Harding was talking in a filthy manner to him. "Yes, please, please do," he replied, feeling himself getting closer and closer to cumming. Miss Harding started to poke her finger through her slip into the cheeks of his ass. The two other boys were now watching closely. Watching their friend jerk off seemed disgusting, but watching Miss Harding bring him off with her dirty talk and caressing fingers was very erotic. They watched as her fingers reached deeper and deeper into the checks of his butt. The Lessons Ch. 09 Chris spread his legs farther to give her more room, even trying to relax his sphincter to make it easier for her to enter, once she arrived at the entrance. And, then, he felt the tip of her finger reach the folds of his anus and he exploded with excitement. His legs stiffened, his faced flushed, and his cock pulsed in his hand. He began shooting wads and wads of cum out through his shaft into the beaker held by Miss Harding. Miss Harding smiled, tickling his asshole with her finger as he shot his cum into the beaker. She had a difficult time keeping the tip of her finger on his anus, as his whole body was jerking with excitement. "Good boy, Chrissie, now you give Miss Harding a very big load." She looked at the cum splatting into the beaker. "Yes, that is being a good little boy. My, my, look at all that nasty cum. It must have been days since you last played with yourself." Chris lost himself in the pleasure of his orgasm, enjoying the feeling of relief and pleasure as each shot was released and smacked into the beaker. It was in fact a good deal of cum for him. Perhaps not his record, but nevertheless quite a bit. When the last few shots came out, he began to relax. Miss Harding patted him affectionately on his butt, and then used her left hand to finish him off. Chris breathed heavily as she milked the few remaining drops from his cock into the beaker. "Well, now, that wasn't so hard, was it?" She lifted the beaker up to admire its fullness. She wondered what it would be like to take such a load from a young man into her mouth. Perhaps she would try that in the future, but she wasn't so sure that she could come up with an excuse. She then turned around and walked to the lab table at the back of the room to obtain corks. As she walked away she said, "Christopher, you can now remove my slip, but, again, be careful. If I discover any stains or tears, I will post your picture on the bulletin board." Chris didn't like being reminded of the picture. He wanted to just enjoy the pleasurable sensations that continued to wax over his body. He carefully removed the slip. As Miss Harding put a cork on the beaker, and obtaining two more for Ron and Robert, she watched Chris carefully place her slip back on the desk. "That's good, Chris. You can now put your pants back on and go home." Chris caught the eyes of his two friends and whispered, "Good luck." He was glad to leave. He doubted that there would be any further fun for him if he stayed, as he had made his deposit, and he was worried that there might in fact be even more humiliation. He quickly got dressed, unlocked the door, and hurried out of the room. Miss Harding returned with the corks for the two remaining beakers. She turned her attention back to Ron. "Ronnie, have you ever worn your mother's underthings?" Ron blushed, but honestly shook his head no, worried that he would now have to wear Miss Harding's underwear. Miss Harding wondered if he was indeed being honest with her, noticing his apparent discomfort. "Have you ever looked through her dresser drawers when you were alone at home?" That much he had done, and he shyly nodded, keeping his eyes fixed to the ground. Miss Harding approached him. She touched his chin and turned his head to face her directly, his eyes though were at the level of her lasciviously displayed breasts. "Ronnie, this is nothing to be ashamed about. Any healthy boy will be fascinated by a woman's underthings, and it isn't your fault that the only ones in the house belong to your mother." As she spoke to him she moved closer, such that her bra enclosed breasts occasionally brushed his face. "Now, you just never mind about being embarrassed about such things." She brought her arms around him and pulled his face into her breasts. He stumbled with the unexpected movement and his face fell awkwardly in between her large bosoms. It was clumsy but entrancing. He could smell her perfume and feel the warmth and softness of her large tits. He instinctively wrapped his own arms around her waist. Bobby watched with jealousy. Miss Harding caressed Ronnie's head and hair, and spoke in a soothing, motherly tone. "Poor boy, getting such big stiffies and no place to put them. It's only natural to explore what's in your house. I imagine that it must have gotten you very excited to search through your mother's panties and bras. They must have smelled so nice, laced with her perfumes, and so soft to the touch." Ronnie had always enjoyed exploring his mother's personal things, and now he could delight in the memory as he was in fact embracing the breasts of Miss Harding. He breathed deeply into her sweet, nurturing bosoms, holding her more tightly, pressing his erect cock into her thigh. Miss Harding felt the tightening of his grasp and his stiff cock. She brought one hand down to his naked buns and affectionately patted them. "I suppose if she had caught you, that you would have gotten a very terrible spanking. Does she still spank you Ronnie?" Ronnie said quietly, "No, Miss Harding," his voice muffled by his face being engulfed in her boobs. He also shook his head no, enjoying the excuse for massaging her tits with his head. He wished that she had taken her bra off. Feeling his face on her lacy bra was plenty exciting though. "I bet you would enjoy a spanking though, wouldn't you. Showing your mother your naked bottom, feeling her hand caressing and stroking your cheeks as she prepared to give you a nasty spanking." He had to admit that this thought was delicious, particularly if it had the sexual tension suggested by Miss Harding. It also helped that the thought was coupled with the actual fondling and petting of his naked butt by Miss Harding. He nodded his head, not wanting to speak. "Of course you would, and then you could show her your big bad erection, all stiff and hard. I bet she would just be so proud of how big you have grown and what a man you have become." She slid her fingers up and down the crack of his ass. Ronnie thought it would be neat to have his mother be excited by the sight of his stiff cock. He pushed his own cock into the abdomen of Miss Harding, even subtly moving his hips to provide further stimulation. His effort did not go unnoticed by Miss Harding. "Maybe momma would even take care of her stiff little man. Would you like that Ronnie? Mommy jerking you off so that you would not feel so uncomfortable with that big, nasty stiffy?" Ronnie nodded, hoping that Miss Harding would in fact demonstrate. She gently pushed him back, placed a hand under his chin, and looked him in the eyes. He gazed up at her past the large orbs that covered much of his view. "Why don't you show mommy how much cum you can make with that big bad penis of yours?" He again nodded. She released him from her grasp and turned him to face the beaker. He began to stroke his cock as Miss Harding held the beaker for his ejaculation. She moved up tight against him, bringing her left hand fully around his small waist to reach his balls from the other side. He jumped at the touch of her fingers on his testicles, and then sighed with pleasure as she firmly but gently grasped and massaged his balls. He was now pressed tightly against her, his head again wrapped by her large breasts. She whispered into his ear, "Give mommy a big load of cum, be a good boy now, Ronnie." With all this stimulation, it would not take long. "If you produce a lot, maybe mommy will let you suckle her nipples again, just like she did when you were a very little boy." The thought of sucking on Miss Harding's tits was very exciting and he began to pump harder on his cock. "Do you remember sucking your mommy's titties Ronnie?" She didn't really expect an answer. "I remember," continuing her role playing, "You even got little boners back then, and they were so cute. You didn't squirt any nasty old cum, but you would get these little stiffies and I would play with them with my fingers." Ronnie knew he couldn't last much longer. "I want to play with your stiffy now, Ronnie, I want to hold your manly cock with my hand and make you spray and spurt all over the room." Ronnie leaned back deeper into her breasts and pushed out his hips. He let go of his cock. Miss Harding put the beaker in his hand and took hold of his cock with her strong, womanly hand. "Keep the beaker in place like a good little boy, Ronnie. You don't want momma to have to clean up after you." He tipped the beaker toward his cock. Miss Harding could almost hold his entire length in her hand. She firmly grasped his stiff shaft and stroked it up and down, up and down. Ronnie closed his eyes and groaned, an instinctive thrusting of hips appeared. He turned his head into one of her large, soft breasts. "If you cum for mommy, I will even let you squirt in my mouth the next time; won't that be fun, Ronnie? Squirting your hot cum into mommy's mouth?" That was it, and he shot a load into the beaker, hitting the bottom with such force that a loud splat could be heard. She gripped tighter on his cock and increased the rate of her pumping. Each subsequent spray splashed into the rapidly growing puddle at the bottom of the beaker, like a pulsating hose spewing into a bucket. Ronnie panted and moaned. Miss Harding squeezed his balls in encouragement and expressed her pleasure, "Ronnie, good boy, you're squirting an excellent load for mommy." She continued to clasp and massage his balls as he repeatedly spurted into the beaker, like a cow squirting its milk into a bucket. "Ronnie, so much cum for mommy, I just don't know what I will do with it all, I'm so proud of my little man," leaning down to plant a firm kiss on his head as his last few shots burst out. When he was done, she squeezed out any remaining drops into the beaker. She then wiggled the cock to shake it clean. She turned to place the cork on the beaker. As she did so, she told him to put has pants back on. She carefully labeling the beaker with his name so that she would not confuse them later. "Very good job, Ronnie, an excellent amount. I believe that this is among the most I have gotten so far." "Thank you, Miss Harding," Ronald replied, buttoning up his slacks, looking flushed and exhausted, and a little embarrassed to have shared this fantasy with Bobby standing right there. Bobby had a surprised and confused look on his face. Miss Harding leaned in close to Ronnie and whispered, too softly this time for Bobby to hear, "If you behave for the rest of the semester, mommy will do what she promised." She then gave him a peck on the cheek and he left the room with a big grin on his face. Miss Harding then turned to Bobby. She came over to his side and slid onto the desk, sitting with her stocking legs hanging down. She crossed her legs and looked at his stiff cock, still pointing up. "Well, we will just have to give this big fellow a reward, won't we Bobby?" He smiled in anticipation. "He has been the most cooperative and faithful of the three all this time." She put her index finger in her mouth, thoroughly moistening the end, and then brought it to the tip of his cock, tracing its entire surface with her wet finger. Bobby half closed his eyes and sighed, "Miss Harding, that feels so good." With the other two boys gone, he felt more able to speak directly. She smiled and clasped the head of his cock with her index finger and thumb, squeezing gently she said, "I just don't know what I should do with this fellow." Bobby had about thirty suggestions, but he didn't feel comfortable speak that directly. She got off the desk and squatted down in front of him. She looked up at him, his face expressing rapt anticipation. "Do you think he deserves a kiss, Bobby?" Bobby didn't hesitate. "Yes, Miss Harding, I think so, if you think it's alright, I mean." She smiled at his nervousness and then grasped his thighs with her hands and leaned forward to plant a long, wet kiss on the head of his young, stiff cock. Bobby wanted to shut his eyes to fully embrace the physical pleasure of feeling her lips on the head of his cock, but he also didn't want to miss the opportunity of seeing Miss Harding, squatting in front of him, the deep valley of her breasts revealed by her position, her red lips planted firmly on the head of his cock. He felt an urge to just spurt right now onto the red full lips of his teacher. Miss Harding liked to wear a deep red lipstick, and it was very sexy to see them pressing onto the head of his cock. She even parted her lips briefly and lightly licked the head with her tongue. He jerked a bit with surprise but kept his stance, hoping she would do it again. Miss Harding contemplated her next move. She knew what she wanted to do, but she also knew that it would not be appropriate. She sighed with frustration. She looked up at Bobby. "Bobby, what I am about to do must remain a secret between us. You must not tell any of your friends. If you keep this secret, and you behave for the rest of the semester, I will reward you with even more after classes have ended. Do you understand?" She looked deeply into his eyes to try to read his reaction. Bobby did not hesitate. "Miss Harding, anything you say. I won't tell anyone anything. I won't even tell Ronnie or Chris. I promise." Bobby made a cross across his chest to emphasize the point. He hoped that this would be enough. Miss Harding continued to look at his eyes. It seemed to her that he was telling the truth, but she knew that at this point he would probably agree to most anything. But, she also knew she wanted to do it so much that she was willing to take the chance. She then leaned forward and tightly wrapped her full red lips around the head of his cock. Bobby gasped. She then slowly brought her head down on his cock, progressively engulfing the full length of his shaft into her mouth, massaging each inch with her lips as she worked his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth. Bobby watched with delight as his entire cock gradually disappeared into her mouth. When she was done, all he could see was her red lips pressed against the base of his cock. Her nose tweaked with the tickling of his pubic hair. She stayed there for awhile, breathing through her nose. Bobby twitched his cock in her mouth, feeling it touch her tongue and the roof of her mouth. Miss Harding then slowly pulled back, licking the staff with her tongue as it gradually emerged. She stopped when only the head remained, her lips wrapped around the base of the bulb. She then thoroughly massaged and tickled the head with her tongue, rapidly massaging its sides and lapping at the front, like a dog desperate for water. Bobby bent his legs. He wanted to sit down, feeling weak in the legs, but he didn't want to interrupt her, knowing that she had second thoughts about doing this at all. He also felt like grabbing her head but he knew that she would probably resist his effort to control her movements. He did lean back and thrust his hips forward. Miss Harding responded by pulling back, keeping only the head of his cock in her mouth. She sucked on it, like a puppy suckling on her mother's teat, licking and tickling the head with her tongue. She brought her right hand to the shaft of his cock, grasping it within her fist and began stroking its length as she continued to suckle the head. Her efforts were facilitated by how wet the shaft had become within her mouth. She jerked him off into her mouth. Bobbie returned his eyes to Miss Harding. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Her large breasts were so beautifully displayed between his legs. He looked deeply into the white skin of her cleavage. But the best sight was her red lips wrapped around his cock as her fist pumped the rod, encouraging him to release his load into her mouth. His teacher was actually giving him a blow job, and she even seemed to be enjoying it, trying to get him to shoot his load into her mouth. He had always wondered if any girl would ever let him cum in her mouth, and now it was in fact Miss Harding, his biology teacher, squatting beneath him in her bra and panties. He was going to shoot his load into the mouth of Miss Harding. Bobby felt his heart racing faster and his legs getting weak. He gasped, "Oh my," and Miss Harding took this as a cue that he was about to cum. She quickly let go of his cock and reached for the last remaining beaker. She at first could not find it with her hand, reaching blindly. It was not placed right next to her head on the desk and she had to briefly turn to see where she had put it. As she turned, Bobby's cock popped out of her mouth, just as the first jet of cum shot from its tip. "Miss Harding!" Bobby exclaimed as his cum burst from his cock with a tremendous orgasmic release of pleasure. He bent forward with the excitement, pulling his cock away from her face as she was reaching for the beaker. The first shot hit her on the side of her face, just missing her left eye. She knew she was in trouble, as he was pulling away as she was reaching for the beaker. However, she quickly grasped the beaker and turned back to his cock as the second shot burst out of his cock, splatting on her nose and across her lips. She didn't mind. It was in fact exciting to have a young man shoot his load on her face. She knew that this must be a thrill for him. However, she could not let him continue to do it. That would gave away the fact of how much she liked receiving his young cum on her face. She got the beaker placed in front of the head of his cock to receive the rest of his load, using her left hand to keep it in place. Bobby was bent over, spurting repeated shots of cum into the beaker, each one splashing into the remnants of the previous bursts. Bobby watched as the gushes burst forth. His eyes were half closed in revelry, enjoying the sight of his cum dripping down the side of her face. He saw her tongue emerge to lick off the cum that had fallen across her lips. The sight and the sensations were all that he could have hoped for. He lost himself in the bliss of the moment, as his dick shot its repeated jets of jism, wrapped tightly in the hands of his teacher. When he was done, she milked the few remaining drops into the beaker. She then looked up at him, smiled, and let go. His cock sprang back up, still erect. She was impressed with his virility. However, he was concerned. "I'm sorry, Miss Harding, I didn't mean to hit you there," referring to the cum on her face. She knew he was sorry, perhaps even embarrassed. She reassured him. "I know, Bobby, but I didn't mind. I think a boy's cum is in fact rather sweet." He wasn't sure how she in fact meant that, but it was good to hear that she wasn't mad. Bobby caught his breath and then bent over to pick up his pants. Miss Harding stood up as well, not bothering yet to wipe the cum off her face. She just watched Bobby get dressed. When he was finished she smiled down at him. He didn't know what to look at: her panties, her breasts, or the cum on her face. He looked at all three but settled on her face. He was still feeling a bit embarrassed. "You were a good boy, Bobbie, and I know that I can trust you to keep our secret. You just continue to be good in class and I will give you much more at the end of classes." Bobby watched the cum slide down her cheek. He smiled back. "Anything you say, Miss Harding. I will even make sure that the other kids stay in line from here on." Miss Harding was impressed. The discipline techniques of Mr. Peters did appear to be working, and she was even enjoying the process. "Well, you might even become my little pet, Bobby. Perhaps I might need to reward you before classes end?" Bobby sure hoped so. Miss Harding kissed him on the forehead and then got dressed as he left the room. She realized that she would like to explore Mr. Peters' techniques with some of the other students. Teddy in particular needed her attention. The Lessons Ch. 09 To be continued... The Lessons Ch. 10 This is chapter 10 of a series. If you like this story, I encourage you to read chapters 1 and 2 in particular, as they should have been classified within this genre but were misclassified (by me) as BDSM. Reading earlier chapters will also help understand the characters and context. In any case, please do provide feedback. There are obvious sequels to this series, and I would be happy to hear your suggestions for how to improve it. Finally, please do vote (especially if you like it?). I must admit that getting good votes is a substantial encouragement (the copyediting in particular is very tedious). In any case, I hope you enjoy it. * * * * * * * The following week, Miss Harding told Teddy to stay after the next biology class. Teddy knew her intention. This was to be his private lesson. It was a lesson that he might normally have enjoyed. However, he no longer felt this way, given his budding relationship with Penny. He had no interest in risking the loss of this relationship, or offending Penny in any way. Yet, he also did not want to offend Miss Harding. He didn't know what to do. He spoke to Penny about his dilemma. Fortunately, she was understanding. She knew that Teddy shouldn't do anything to upset Miss Harding. He needed to pass her class, and who knows what additional trouble she could cause for him. He did seem to be in a very difficult situation. Penny offered to be with Teddy when he met with her. Her presence would provide moral support, as well as make clear to Miss Harding of their own relationship and that they had no secrets from one another. Once Miss Harding saw Penny's presence, perhaps she would just drop her own plans for Teddy. In any case, she still held quite a grudge against Miss Harding. She not only had embarrassed her boyfriend in front of all of the students, but was even trying to take him away from her. She only wished that she could teach Miss Harding a lesson. When the biology class ended, Teddy began to leave. Miss Harding stopped him as he was walking out. "Teddy, where are you going? Did I not tell you that we had an appointment?" "Yes, Miss Harding," Teddy replied. "Uh, it's just that, um, I was also suppose to meet with Penny, my girlfriend. She said she would meet me here, outside of class, afterwards." "Your girlfriend? You have a girlfriend, Teddy?" Miss Harding was surprised at this. She knew that Teddy was interested in Penny, but she had always perceived (correctly) that Teddy was incredibly shy with Penny and she would not have expected Teddy to actually refer to Penny as his girlfriend. "Well, yes I do, Miss Harding," Teddy shyly responded. On the one hand, Miss Harding was disappointed. She was looking forward to a private lesson with Teddy. Her experience with Teddy in class and in the library, as well as her experience with Ronnie, Chris, and Bobby, had made it clear to her how much she enjoyed having sex with these young men, who seemed more like boys given their level of experience with women. On the other hand, she was also pleased for Teddy. Her main goal, as his teacher, was to help him develop into a young man with self-confidence. She in fact was worried that her punishment of him during class the previous week might have been detrimental. She was gratified that Teddy was growing in self-esteem. "Teddy, well, I am very happy for you. That is wonderful, and Penny is a delightful girl." Teddy was very relieved to hear this reaction. "I certainly hope, Teddy, that the spanking you received from me in class, and my use of your penis for the purposes of the class demonstration, had not been problematic for you with regard to Penny." Teddy did have very mixed feelings about this. He did feel that his class experiences had been instrumental in bringing them together. It had forced a sexual encounter that they had both wanted but had been unable to start. However, he had also been sorely humiliated by the spanking and his masturbation in front of the class. His subsequent encounter with Sally Embretson and the chess club boys in her biology class had affirmed for him his fears. He wasn't sure what to say. He began by saying the positive. "Well, actually, Miss Harding, I think it was all very helpful. I mean, I don't know if we would have become involved if not for the laboratory assignment." Miss Harding was relieved to hear of this. Just then, Penny knocked on the door. "Teddy, are you ready to go, or should I wait here for you?" she asked. Miss Harding spoke first. "Penny, please, come in, we're having a very helpful discussion." Penny entered the classroom, concerned about what had already been said, but very willing to participate. "Teddy tells me that the two of you are now a couple, and I think that is just wonderful. I am also very happy to hear that I might have in fact been helpful in this regard." Penny's jaw dropped. She wondered what they had been talking about. She could tell that Miss Harding did not appear to be interested any longer in private lessons for Teddy, but she was not happy to hear that she was now claiming responsibility for bringing them together when in fact she had been planning on having sex with Teddy. But, she did not want to say anything that might get Teddy into trouble. "Really?" Penny asked. Miss Harding perceived the doubt in Penny's voice. She knew that she was not getting the entire truth from Teddy. She turned to Teddy. "But, I don't think I yet have the full story," she replied. "I do hope that I have not been harmful to you in any way, have I, Teddy?" Teddy cleared his throat, knowing that what he said next might be quite important. He looked at Penny, grateful for the moral support of her presence. He then revealed at least some of his true feelings. "Well, Miss Harding, I must admit that I was pretty embarrassed about being spanked in front of everyone, including even Penny, and then I was even forced to be masturbated in front of everyone. It was a little embarrassing." Miss Harding knew that Teddy was understating it. She knew it had been very embarrassing. Embarrassment was part of her intention, but she appreciated that she probably had gone a bit far, in part because she frankly enjoyed it. Perhaps she had unwisely taken advantage of the situation. Her ultimate goal was to help the students, not to harm them. She was particularly worried that she might have embarrassed Teddy in front of Penny. She now regretted her effort to describe him in a manner that was infantile, perhaps even degrading, in front of his girlfriend. "Well, Teddy, I think you are being unusually fair about this. I frankly believe that I probably went a bit too far with you, and I am very glad that you have brought this up. Is there anything I can do to help repair whatever damage I may have done?" Well, Teddy thought, this was an unexpected turn. He had been fearing that Miss Harding would turn on him if he denied her advances, and now she was inviting him to turn on her. He had no plans though to seek any revenge. He was just happy to get out of there with no repercussions. "That's ok, Miss Harding, everything is fine with me." Miss Harding sighed. She knew that this wasn't true, and she was a bit disappointed that Teddy was reverting to his typical timidity. Penny, however, was not so timid. She spoke up. "Actually, I'm not so sure that it is ok." Teddy looked at her with surprise. He figured that she would share his feeling of relief to have been able to avoid Miss Harding's sexual advances. Instead, she was escalating the situation. Miss Harding turned to Penny. "What do you mean?" Penny hesitated. She wasn't entirely sure she should actually confront Miss Harding. Miss Harding was, after all, a teacher with considerable authority over their behavior and future. "Well, I mean, Teddy was really very embarrassed, even humiliated, and you masturbated him in front of all the students, and even in front of me, his girlfriend." There was a silence as each pondered the remarks. Miss Harding turned to Teddy. "Teddy, is everything really fine with you?" Teddy looked at his feet, fidgeted, and quietly replied, "Not really. I felt humiliated, and then later Sally, Ronnie, and others made it worse." "Yes, I see your point, Teddy, and I appreciate your forthrightness. You deserve an apology." She hesitated and then said, "perhaps even more." Teddy looked her in the eyes. He wondered what she was implying. Miss Harding had an inspiration. Her interest had been to have a seductive experience with Teddy. Teddy's involvement with Penny, and her presence in the room, had put an end to that. However, perhaps there was a chance to salvage her plan, but now in the guise of her own punishment. She found this to be a potentially excellent opportunity to have her cake and eat it too. She enjoyed making the young men of her class submit to her sexual wishes and needs; it might be equally fun to serve as Teddy's sexual play toy. Her original plan for Teddy had already included being spanked by him. She knew it would be fun to teach the boy how to discipline her. Just the thought of this was making her wet. "Teddy, I think that you should now punish me." She knew that this new plan was somewhat risky, but she also knew that she could control Teddy, and therefore Penny through Teddy. Miss Harding's proposal went well beyond Teddy's expectations, and was frankly confusing. He had no idea what to say, where to begin, let alone whether to even agree with this. Miss Harding could tell that Teddy was flustered and confused by her offer, and this was the reaction she was hoping for. She had quite a few suggestions for Teddy with regard to how he might punish her. She found herself getting more excited by the thought. Penny, however, was not as timid as Teddy. She had in fact been looking forward to an opportunity to teach Miss Harding a lesson. "I think that is an excellent idea." She turned to her boyfriend. "Teddy, what do you think we should do with Miss Harding?" Teddy was still frozen in shock. His mouth went dry with tension. This was becoming a very odd situation, to say the least. He had lots of ideas of what he would like to do with Miss Harding. She had humiliated him, and he would like some revenge. He also had to admit that the thought of doing something sexual with her had always been very appealing, and now Penny seemed to be endorsing this very idea. But, he wasn't so sure that his ideas of what to do with Miss Harding were the same as Penny's. Miss Harding, however, was quite ready to again be the seductress of the young man. She knew that Teddy would not get out of hand. He was too timorous to take full advantage of the situation. She wasn't so sure about Penny, but Teddy would help control Penny. "Uh, well, I guess she should, perhaps, um, get a, maybe, a spanking?" he quietly suggested. Miss Harding smiled at his nervousness. This could indeed be fun, she thought. "Well, yes, I think that's only fair," Miss Harding replied. Teddy was surprised at how quickly she assented. Penny was disappointed. She remembered that Miss Harding had already offered to have Teddy spank her when they were in the library. A spanking, though, would be a good start. She wanted though for Miss Harding to really be punished; to be truly humiliated. "Alright then," Penny stated. "Miss Harding, bend over and hold your hands behind your knees." It was Miss Harding's turn to be surprised, not with the suggestion but at how quickly and easily the command was provided by Penny. Nevertheless, she turned around and slowly bent over, giving Teddy a provocative view of her ass becoming outlined by her tight business skirt. She smiled to herself, knowing how provocative she was appearing, knowing how aroused she was probably making Teddy. It was even fun having Penny there, knowing that she, a middle aged woman, was probably more appealing to Teddy than his young girlfriend standing in the very same room. She made sure that she pushed her butt out exceptionally far as she wrapped her arms around her knees, even providing a bit of a wiggle to Teddy. Penny was not pleased. A spanking was an excellent idea, but so far Miss Harding was just looking sexual. She walked up to her and unceremoniously pulled up her skirt, revealing her tight pink panties, garter belt, and black stockings. Miss Harding gasped. She was again surprised at Penny's quick actions. She didn't mind at all showing Teddy her panties. She was in fact looking forward to slowly pulling up her skirt to further entice him, or perhaps even having him pull her skirt up, knowing how nervous and awkward he would be. Penny's more bullying effort was not part of her plan. She almost fell over as Penny forcefully pulled up her tight skirt and tucked it into her waistline. Teddy was also surprised at Penny's actions. He was enjoying the view of Miss Harding's butt through her tight skirt, and now his girlfriend was deliberately showing him Miss Harding in only her tight pink panties. He could even see the shape of Miss Harding's cunt between her legs. It looked to be a full woman's cunt, as it was quite an obvious hill of flesh snuggly wrapped in pink silk. He could feel the stirring of an erection. Miss Harding's legs were also very appealing in this pose. She was known for her well shaped legs, and they were beautifully accented by her garter belt, black stockings, and black high heel shoes. "It's all yours, Teddy," Penny exclaimed. Teddy did not need any further encouragement. He came up to the other side of Miss Harding and quickly gave her a hard smack on her pantied bottom with his left hand. "Ouch!" Miss Harding exclaimed in bewilderment. The swat really did hurt. She wondered if she had made a miscalculation. Swat! Teddy wacked her again, and Miss Harding fell a bit forward with the force, scrunching up her face with the pain and surprise. Penny was now enjoying it. This was more to her liking. However, it was clearly not enough, recalling how the spanking had been done to Teddy. "I think, Teddy, that Miss Harding should count the number of spanks and say, after each one, 'I'm sorry for being such a naughty teacher.'" Teddy grinned. Miss Harding grunted with annoyance. "Absolutely, Penny," he agreed. "Let's start over." Miss Harding sighed. This would be humiliating, but the idea was only fair. However, she quickly realized that she did not want any other students or faculty to witness her humiliation. "Yes, ok, I will do that. But, please lock the door and cover the window so nobody will come in." She realized that she had been a bit lucky not to have been caught already. Teddy and Penny instantly turned to the door. Frankly, they thought that it would add to the fun to have a lot of students witness the punishment, but they also realized that it would end suddenly if any faculty, staff, or administration came upon them. They might in fact get in trouble themselves. "Where are the keys?" Penny asked. "In my purse, on my desk. Use the key marked K4. You can also move the poster by the door so it's in front of the window." Penny got the keys, locked the door, and covered the window. In the meantime, Teddy just enjoyed the view of Miss Harding's bottom, poking out so saucily. He never imagined he could have so much fun with his teacher, particularly this teacher. Right in front of his eyes was the evocative fanny of his biology teacher, sticking out at him in all its glory and wrapped tightly in her sexy panties. Miss Harding considered using the opportunity to stand up. Her back felt a bit sore. She wasn't so young anymore. But, she knew that this behavior could very well result in worse punishment. She did though try to catch Teddy's eyes as Penny was distracted, hoping that she could give him a flirtatious smile that might elicit a private sexual understanding. He might even ease up on the pain and embarrassment, and allow it to become a bit more of their own secret sexual encounter. She wiggled her bottom at him, but that seemed to only keep his attention focused on her exposed fanny. She therefore gave a quiet little whine of discomfort. He turned to look at her face. She smiled at him, and wiggled her butt again. Teddy quickly turned to see if Penny had seen this. Her back, however, was turned to them as she was fixing the door. Teddy got the message from Miss Harding, but as soon as he realized that he was about to keep a secret from Penny, he turned back to Miss Harding and said, "We will have none of that, Miss Harding," and gave her another hard smack. "Ouw!" she squealed. Penny turned around. "What happened?" she asked. "She smiled at me. I think she might actually be enjoying this." This was not good news to Penny. She scowled. "I also notice that she did not say anything after the spank you just gave her. Take down her panties." If Teddy was honest with Miss Harding or Penny, he would admit that he was enjoying this, and now he was going to enjoy it even more. He got behind Miss Harding and slowly pulled down her panties until they were stopped by the garter belt attached to her nylons. As far as he was concerned, it was plenty far enough. He pretended to be having a bit of difficulty getting them properly out of the way, squatting down behind her to work at tucking them down as far as possible. His efforts made her squirm her butt, her exposed cunt now only inches from his eyes. He couldn't believe that he was looking directly into the cunt of Miss Harding. It didn't seem as cute or pretty as Penny's. Miss Harding's was hairier, with more evident flaps and folds, but it was still extremely sexy as well as being very provocatively displayed. He had now seen two cunts in the last month, the young one of his girlfriend and the womanly one of the sexiest teacher in the school. He wanted to play with it but he resisted revealing his sexual interest. His eyes though moved upward to see her puckered asshole. An unbelievable sight. Miss Harding was presenting herself to him, like a submissive dog, showing him her asshole. What could be more revealing or humiliating than this? He enjoyed the sight of the rosy wrinkles of her anus, spiraling into her personal, secret hole. It even seemed to wink and squirm with his attention. Miss Harding was not unaware of how exposed she was to Teddy. She had enjoyed exposing herself to the three boys last week, and she could not deny finding this to be comparably pleasurable. But, still, the posture was rather embarrassing. She knew that Teddy was studying her cunt, and, perhaps even her asshole. For the first time, she did not feel like she was in control of the situation. She even looked away in embarrassment, wondering if he found her showing him her asshole to be shameful and funny rather than sexy. She squeezed the cheeks of her ass and asshole in a fruitless effort to keep it hidden. Penny could see that Miss Harding was at least a bit embarrassed. This was more to her liking. Teddy stood back up, not wanting to reveal to Penny how much he enjoyed the view. He resumed his position at her side. Smack! "One," Miss Harding quickly replied, "and I'm sorry for being such a naughty teacher." Penny and Teddy both smiled. Smack! "Two, and I'm sorry for being such a naughty teacher." These swats really stung, she realized. It wasn't so painful that she couldn't tolerate it, but her face grimaced. Smack! "Yikes!" she squealed. That one really did hurt. She twisted and turned her butt, trying to suppress the pain. Her actions, however, only further encouraged Teddy, as her movements were very salacious, as if she was in fact trying to turn him on. "Three; I'm sorry for being such a naughty teacher." Smack! "Four," she took a deep breath, "and I'm sorry for being such a naughty teacher," raising and lowering her ass in pain, like she was trying to fuck the empty air. Teddy wanted to stand right behind her to get a better view. He knew that she must be providing quite a show of her asshole and cunt as she stretched and bent her legs to try to suppress her pain. The Lessons Ch. 10 There was only one more, she thought. It would soon be over. She now wanted it to end. This wasn't the fantasy she was hoping for. Smack! "Five, and I'm sorry for being such a naughty teacher." She grimaced and slowly stood up, giving her back some relief. She sighed with pleasure as the pain began to dissipate. She brought her hands to her panties and pulled them back up. "I'm sorry, Miss Harding, did we say that you could stand up?" Miss Harding turned to Penny. What else did she have in mind? "I recall that Teddy had to reveal much of his personal parts to the whole class. I only think it is fair that you do the same." This was more to Miss Harding's liking (as well as to Teddy's), although she wasn't so sure that it would stay this way. She didn't object. She began to unbutton her blouse, being sure to do so in a manner that would be enticing to Teddy. She did not, though, try to catch his eyes, remembering how that turned out the last time. She unbuttoned each one slowly, feigning a severe reluctance and embarrassment but actually enjoying the fact that she was providing a strip show for Teddy. When all of the buttons were done, she pulled her blouse out of the skirt, let out a deep sigh and hesitated. She looked at Penny, who was grinning, and then looked at Teddy, not revealing any hint of enjoyment in her own face. Teddy was clearly trying to suppress a grin. Miss Harding even thought that she detected a sign of an erection in his pants but she dared not look there too long. She pulled back the blouse to expose her large breasts, bewitchingly encased in her pink, lacy bra. She had purposely dressed in enticing underwear that day, expecting to seduce Teddy. This wasn't the way she expected it to happen, but at the moment it was nice. The bra was more lace than fabric. One could clearly see her nipples poking through, as well as substantial cleavage. She wanted so much to smile flirtatiously at Teddy but she suppressed the temptation. She pulled the blouse off her shoulders, purposely thrusting her breasts out farther to accentuate their size and prominence. Penny was again jealous. Miss Harding's breasts were much bigger than her own, and certainly better displayed in her adult lacy bra than Penny's own plain white brassieres. She realized that she should get more sexy underwear. She did not, however, want to make a scene about this, as it might only draw Teddy's attention to Miss Harding's breasts. Teddy, however, needed no encouragement for that. His eyes were fixed on Miss Harding's breasts. To him, they were huge. He would love to grab them with his hands, to massage and play with them, to experience their softness, their fullness, and their warmth. However, he only licked his lips and rubbed his hands on his slacks. He could feel his cock reaching its full size. Miss Harding noticed his reaction. She removed her arms and hands from the sleeves, in the process providing various views and poses to further entice him. She then placed the blouse across one of the student's desks and turned to Penny for further instruction, although keeping her breasts pointed directly at Teddy. "Now the skirt," instructed Penny. This was getting better every second, Teddy thought. Miss Harding did not mind. She twisted her body to grasp the zipper and then slowly pulled it down, being sure to bend over toward Teddy to provide a good view down her bra. She then drew her skirt from her body and stood in front of them, dressed only in her bra, panties, garter belt, nylons, and high heals. She had not worn a slip. She thrust out her breasts and turned her hips a bit to the side, enjoying the fact that Teddy was transfixed. Teddy had a full erection. He was glad that he was wearing jockey shorts, as they were helpful in holding it down so that it wasn't so obvious, especially to Penny. His five inches, however, were relatively easy to conceal. He turned to Penny, checking to see if she was getting at all annoyed with him. "Excellent," Penny said, "Now, I want you to go to the blackboard, and stand like you're giving the class a lecture." On the one hand, this sounded like a nice idea to Miss Harding. She enjoyed the fantasy of pretending that she was lecturing the class dressed only in her underwear. She could tell that Teddy liked the idea a lot. This was a seduction game that was well within her own interests. However, the presence of Penny did undermine the fun. She considered it to be a way humiliating her. It was odd. She was doing the same thing, but as she performed for Teddy it was seductive, but when she looked at Penny it was embarrassing. She wasn't sure how she felt. She stood by the blackboard. Penny told her to write the outline of the lecture that she had presented that day in class. She obeyed, knowing that the activity caused her bottom to wiggle as she scrawled the words on the board with her chalk. Teddy and Penny both giggled at the sight. Miss Harding blushed. She wanted Teddy to feel aroused, not amused. Penny wished she had a camera. Fortunately for Miss Harding, Penny didn't know that she kept one in her desk drawer. However, Teddy knew that he would always remember this sight in the future when Miss Harding gave a lecture. No matter what she was wearing, he could now easily picture her wearing only her bra and panties. When she finished, she turned to Penny for further instruction. Penny contemplated the possibilities. She figured that Miss Harding didn't look so enticing anymore. She was now cut down to size; although, if asked, Teddy would not have agreed. She still looked very enticing to him, in part because she was cut down to size. He wanted to spank her some more, perhaps over his knee or bent over a desk. He wanted to suggest this but he felt that it was better to let Penny stay in charge. "You know," Penny said, "You made all the boys provide a specimen. Teddy even had to do it twice. I think it is only fair that you have to do it as well." Miss Harding was confused. What specimen could she provide? She looked at Penny, her brow furrowed in perplexity. "Teddy, get one of the beakers at the lab counter," Penny instructed. Teddy was not himself sure what Penny had in mind but he was glad that the game would continue. He went to the back of the room and returned with a beaker. In the meantime, Penny smiled at Miss Harding. As Teddy went to get the beaker, Miss Harding realized what Penny had in mind. She looked at Penny in surprise. Teddy returned with the beaker and handed it to Penny. Penny placed it on the floor about two feet in front of Miss Harding. "Alright now, Miss Harding, fill it up." Teddy now knew what she meant. A big smile crossed his face. He wanted to grasp hold of his erect cock. Miss Harding balked. She couldn't do this. She could not squat in front of two students and pee for them. She doubted that she could even do this if it was only for Teddy. This was indeed now fully and solely humiliating. "I can't do that. That is going too far." "If you do not pee in the beaker then you must submit to further spanking." Wow, Teddy thought, he will win either way. Miss Harding thought for a minute. There was simply no way she could pee in front of them. That would be so demeaning. She sighed, no longer feeling so provocative and sexy in her underwear. Now she felt simply exposed and vulnerable. "I will take the spanking," she announced. "Very well, Miss Harding, it's your decision. First remove your stockings." The need for this was unclear to Miss Harding, but she dared not disobey. She thought that she should perhaps just call the whole thing off. She was in fact their teacher, their authority. She had authority over them. She had given them an authority over her but she could just take it away at any time. But, perhaps not. If she defied them at this point, it would be clear that she had broken her promise and they might feel so outraged and angry that they would cause trouble for her with the school board. She knew that she had gone too far with Teddy, and probably with the chess boys as well. Teddy also knew that she had propositioned him in the library. She was confused. She had gotten herself into a mess, that was clear. She removed her stockings. She propped a leg on her desk chair as she removed the first stocking, again providing Teddy a nice show, trying to make the most of it. He enjoyed it immensely, seeing his teacher slowly drawing down her stocking. The only thing missing was the opportunity to play with his dick. He turned a bit to the side to reach down and give his cock a bit more room within his shorts, being careful not to reveal to Penny what he was doing. Penny's eyes though were glued on Miss Harding, enjoying the spectacle of her humiliation. Miss Harding's eyes, though, did notice the effort of Teddy. It was nice to see that he was in fact clearly aroused. She was therefore even more enticing with the second stocking. She slowly rolled the stocking down her long leg, pressing her breasts against her thigh to exaggerate their size. For the moment, she imagined she was Mrs. Robinson in The Graduate. She even took a little time to adjust the fringe of her panties, letting him have a quick peak of what might be underneath. If only she could openly smile and flirt with him. She sighed when she had fully removed the second stocking. She stood up straight, glanced at Teddy and then turned to face Penny. "That's better, Miss Harding, now turn around and bend over the desk, resting fully on your elbows." Miss Harding assumed the position. Her panties were thereby pulled tight across the cheeks of her butt and the little hill of her cunt. She liked the view she was giving Teddy, but not the view she was giving Penny. Penny then turned to Teddy. "Pull them down to her knees, Teddy, just like Mr. Peters did to Sara and Wendy." Teddy moved up to her quickly. When he got to her butt, he hesitated, enjoying the fact that he was in such a dominating position relative to his teacher. Normally she would be in charge, calling all the shots, making him pull his pants down. Now she was bent over in front of him, exposing to his view her large womanly bottom encased in her lacy panties. She seemed to be entirely within his control. He imagined what it would be like to pull her panties down and fuck her bent over the desk. That would be so nice. Perhaps he could even fuck her in the ass. He thought of making her squeal and protest as his hard dick plunged in and out of her ass. Miss Harding would not have objected. She even gave a quiet little moan, letting him know that she was now his pet, to be used as he wished. She felt her cunt moisten. She found being submissive to an inexperienced boy exploring his sexuality was as erotic as dominating one. In either case, she was still in control, arousing him sexually with her obedient behavior, teasing him with her little moans, postures, and helpless yielding. As Teddy hesitated, admiring the view, she pushed back slightly, touching his erect cock through his pants with her pantied bottom. Teddy enjoyed the gesture but immediately pulled back, not wanting Penny to notice. He then squatted down behind her and, once again, pulled down her panties. The view was again captivating. The shape of her bottom was delicious, like a large heart with a deep crack down the middle; the two halves were a milky, smooth white, becoming a darker brown as one entered the deep, hidden valley. Following down the valley was the circular folds and curls of her anus, so delectably personal, and then further below the much smaller mounds of her cunt, separated by the folds of her lips, inside of which was her wet, tight hole. Teddy was now fully aroused. He carefully took in the view, memorizing the sight for a future fantasy. He then pulled down her panties to her knees. "Spread your legs, Miss Harding, so that you can keep them from falling down," Penny instructed. Miss Harding willingly complied, knowing that she was giving Teddy a much better view of her cunt. She hoped that he would notice her wetness. Perhaps he might even give her pleasure and relief. She looked back at him, looking embarrassed and apprehensive, although feeling very aroused. She wanted to reach under her body to stroke her cunt, to open her lips up for him to see inside. She looked at him pleadingly, hoping he would get the message. Teddy, though, wasn't sure what her expression meant. He assumed that she was trying to gain his sympathy to let her go, but he had no interest in doing so, or doing anything that might offend or trouble Penny. "Excellent, Teddy," Penny said. "Now, let's teach her a lesson she will never forget." Penny went to the blackboard and retrieved the wooden yard stick. She handed it to Teddy. "Five smacks, Teddy, and make them good." Miss Harding's jaw dropped in shock. "What?" she exclaimed, "Not with my yard stick. You never said anything about that." Turning to look at the weapon they were about to use on her exposed butt, her panties started to slip. She quickly spread her legs to keep them up, but twisted her head sharply around to try to see what they were doing. "We never said how we were going to spank you, and you certainly didn't think that it would be as easy as the first series," Penny calmly explained. Teddy smiled. He found Miss Harding intensely exciting. A part of him had clearly enjoyed her masturbation of him. However, she had never admitted that his erection had been due to the fact that she had been secretly playing with him while he was getting spanked, and, she had repeatedly described him in very infantile and demeaning words in front of the whole class as she jerked him off. Despite how much fun it had been, and despite how much he would prefer to fuck her while she was bent over the desk, spanking her hard with a yard stick clearly had its own reward. He even licked his lips, savoring the opportunity to punish her, at least physically, for what she had done. "After each swat," Penny instructed, "I want you to count the number and then say, 'Please sting my bottom again." Teddy did not wait for an answer. He laid a hard swing across her white cheeks. SNAP! "Yeoww!" she exclaimed, cringing her face in pain, and quickly said, "One, and please sting my bottom again." She hated the fact that she had to add that additional remark. She wanted instead to say, 'please stop, I've had enough.' Instead, she had to ask for more pain. Penny and Teddy admired the effect. The first strike had left a clear red stripe across her ass. Teddy particularly enjoyed how his teacher twitched and wiggled her bottom in a delectable way to try to ease the sting. He so much wanted to stick something up her. Penny liked the fact that she was now feeling some pain, and having to expose herself in such an embarrassing way. Penny knew that Teddy was probably enjoying the view. After all, he was a boy and Miss Harding was a very attractive woman. However, she assumed (somewhat incorrectly) that it was humiliating for her to have to expose herself to one of her students in such a degraded manner, particularly to a student that she had herself earlier embarrassed. Teddy swung his arm back for another swat. SNAP! "Geeeeze, please," Miss Harding pleaded, her face again contorting with the pain of the sting, her knees buckling, thereby pushing her butt out in a very obscene manner, as if she wanted someone to fuck her in the ass or was just trying to force a big crap out of her ass. In any case, both Teddy and Penny smiled at the full exposure of her asshole, although they enjoyed it for somewhat different reasons. "Two, and please sting my bottom again," she said, without much sincerity. Penny and Teddy enjoyed the tapestry that was being presented. Miss Harding had two red stripes across her white, round cheeks; below and in between was the pink of her cunt poking out through her thighs; and further below were small red stripes going around her thighs from the elastic of her stockings; all of this with occasional peeks at the brown spot of her backside through the crack of her ass. SNAP! "Ouw!, please Teddy, not so hard, but, yes, I'm sorry, please make my bottom sting again." This time she spoke in a somewhat exasperated tone. Penny contemplated whether to consider this a violation of the agreement. "Can I at least rub them, please?" she asked plaintively. Teddy said, "Yes, that would be fine." Penny would have preferred no consideration, but Teddy enjoyed the sight of Miss Harding massaging and soothing her cheeks. He imagined it was him rubbing and fondling, relieving her pain while also enjoying the feel of her smooth, soft cheeks. He wanted so much to touch her. Her efforts were also helpful in giving him more peaks of her asshole and cunt. Penny spoke. "I wonder, Teddy, if perhaps we should help Miss Harding avoid any accidents, as Mr. Peters did with Sara and Wendy." Teddy wasn't sure what she meant but he knew it would be an excellent idea. Miss Harding turned her head and looked back at them with a clear expression of apprehension. "What do you mean?" she asked. Penny looked around the room for something to use. Miss Harding's classroom had plenty of available corks, but Penny liked the appearance that the flag provided when it was poked up Wendy's butt. Miss Harding had a similar flag on her desk but that little flag seemed too easy. A little table flag just didn't seem enough for the older and more authoritative Miss Harding. Penny then spotted the six foot flag standing in the corner of the room. "Teddy, be sure to keep Miss Harding in the proper position. If she moves, swat her extra hard." Penny then went to the corner and pulled the flag from the stand. It seemed to be perfect. Large, but certainly not too large. The shaft seemed to be no thicker than a stiff cock. Well, perhaps a bit larger, but certainly not so large that it wouldn't fit. It might need a little encouraging, but it was also tapered at the end, which would make the insertion easier. Penny carried it over to Miss Harding, being careful not to let the flag itself touch the floor. Miss Harding's eyes widened considerably as she approached. "What are you thinking, Penny?" she exclaimed. She started to stand but Teddy placed his hand firmly on the small of her back to keep her down. Penny came up behind her with the flag and told Teddy, "Spread her cheeks for me." "You must be kidding!" Miss Harding protested. Teddy leaned onto her back to keep her down and gleefully spread her cheeks with his hands. Just the opportunity to grab hold of his teacher's bare ass cheeks was fantastic, and now he even got to spread them apart to give him an outstanding view of her butt hole, which now was clasped tightly shut in fear and resistance. "I never agreed to something like this. I insist that you stop this immediately. I am your instructor and I demand that you stop." Penny hesitated, but also noticed that she wasn't standing up. If she was really insistent, she could simply get up, get dressed, and leave. She must know that they would not try to physically hold her in the room. For whatever reason, her protest didn't actually seem that credible. "Miss Harding, this punishment is entirely consistent with that received by Wendy and Sara. If it was good enough for them, it must be good enough for you." Miss Harding felt trapped. She was sincere in her wish for them not to shove a flag pole up her ass. This was beyond her wildest submissive fantasy. She enjoyed pretending to submit to the authority of Teddy, watching him get aroused as she exposed herself, but having a flag pole shoved up her ass by Penny was not in the plan. She had agreed to be punished, but this was simply too much. "I don't care, I will not allow you to do this. It is simply too humiliating and degrading. You already can see every little personal thing about me, you do not need to take advantage of this situation for your own amusement at my expense." The Lessons Ch. 10 Teddy did not find this to be particularly compelling, as Miss Harding had done precisely the same thing to him. In fact, under the pretense of needing to get a better grip of her butt cheeks, he slip his right hand down to the bottom part of her left cheek, thereby allowing the tip of his fingers to touch the lips of her pussy. His cock swelled with the contact. She felt so soft there, so intimate, and, he was excited to notice, she was quite wet. Miss Harding raised her head in surprise with the touch, uncertain what to say. This was what she had been hoping for. She thought of turning to look at Teddy, to give him a smile of encouragement but she knew that Penny would notice. She instead just pushed her cunt harder into his fingers. Teddy noticed the subtle movement and responded by lightly stroking the mound of her cunt, feeling the folds of her lips. He pressed his erection into her thigh. Miss Harding put her head down into the desk and smiled. Penny saw where Teddy had placed his hand. However, she was not upset. She knew it was unrealistic to expect Teddy not to get excited by the sight of the naked Miss Harding. She was a very pretty and attractive woman, and she knew Miss Harding was a fantasy for many of the boys. As long as he did not get carried away with his actions, she would not be offended. In fact, she found this to be a nice present for Teddy. She was giving him Miss Harding as a toy for him to play with. What better present could he receive after Miss Harding had humiliated him in a comparable manner in front of the class. Besides, she was there to be sure that it did not go too far and to maintain the emphasis on humiliation and punishment. Penny then placed the tapered end of the pole at the entrance to her asshole. Miss Harding's smile turned to an anticipatory grimace. She squeezed her butt shut. Teddy felt the increased tension in the muscles of her cheeks as she tried to deny entry, and he smiled at the sight of her anus pinching shut, like a stubborn child who is trying to defy the inevitable. "Miss Harding," Penny spoke, "the more you fight it, the harder it will be for you and the longer this will last. It's really up to you." Miss Harding sighed. Teddy tried to encourage her by caressing the lips of her cunt, sliding his fingers along the folds and flaps of her wet lips. Miss Harding sighed again, this time with pleasure. She put her head down and relaxed her anus. Teddy could see the loss of tension. He nodded to Penny, who then pushed with the pole. It moved in about an inch. Miss Harding scowled. It wasn't so much painful as it was very, very uncomfortable; like a hard and big turd trying to get in. It was tough enough trying to get them out; letting one in was extremely difficult. It just wasn't natural. She felt herself tensing up again, squeezing down on the pole. She tried to relax. She even lifted up on her heels to push her butt up higher, trying to make it easier for Penny to insert the flag. Penny grunted as she pushed in a bit harder, shoving the flag pole in about 2-3 inches. She was pleased that it had gone in this far, but it didn't seem to be far enough. It wasn't the effect she wanted. She wondered what to do. Teddy, on the other hand, was pleased. He found the sight of Miss Harding's distended asshole to be very erotic. He had a front seat in watching Miss Harding having to take something too big up her ass. She was an authority in their day-to-day lives, and a very attractive one at that, but now he had her butt cheeks spread open to watch her struggle to receive a flag pole stuffed up her butt. His only regret was that it was not his own cock. It was Miss Harding's regret as well. She would not have minded having Teddy fuck her up the butt. She had never had anal sex before. She had made Ronnie lick there. She had stuck her finger up there to excite a man. Some guys had even used their fingers on her anus before. But never a erect cock. She thought it would be exciting but she was afraid of being hurt. Teddy, however, was probably too small to hurt her and she could have stopped him at any time. This was one reason she liked experimenting with the boys of the college. She was the one in charge, she could try new things without any lasting repercussions, and she could end it at any time. But, the presence of Penny was altering the whole experience. Rather than being the one in charge, she was the one being controlled, and in a very degrading manner. Nevertheless, with Teddy playing tenderly with her cunt she was maintaining a sexual arousal, and being the one submitting was also strangely pleasurable. If only Penny would not require that she be so blatantly debased. Penny came to a conclusion. She pulled the flag back out, much to the relief of Miss Harding. Teddy was disappointed, as it hadn't been in very long. However, the sight that greeted him with the removal of the pole was a pleasant surprise. After it was removed, Miss Harding's anus continued to gape wide open. He thought he might even be able to stick a few fingers in without touching skin. It was curiously appealing, like she was finally capitulating, figuratively and concretely opening herself up to him. But, then, it slowly squeezed shut, like the lens of a large camara. "Miss Harding," Penny ordered, "get up onto your desk, on your hands and knees." Miss Harding was hoping that it would now be largely over; that the removal of the flag pole was the end. She looked back at Penny, giving her a pleading expression of surrender. She didn't want anymore. "Wasn't that enough?" she asked. "Just a bit more, Miss Harding, and you will be done." Penny still held the flag in her hands. Teddy let go of her butt cheeks and moved back. Miss Harding slowly stood up. She was glad to be able to stretch her back. She looked at Teddy, hoping that he would intercede on her behalf. Teddy, however, had his eyes on her wet cunt and wasn't paying much attention to her discomfort. Miss Harding sighed. She stepped out of her panties and climbed onto the desk, posing like a dog on her hands and knees. Teddy had a big grin. Miss Harding's bottom was now much higher, providing him with an excellent view. Her butt was too high for him to fuck her, but he wouldn't mind using his fingers, and even his face. He turned to Penny to learn what she had in mind. "Miss Harding, keep you butt up in the air and put your head down on the desk. In fact, push your ass up as high as it will go." Miss Harding complied. This posture was even more revealing than earlier. However, she hoped that at least the task would be more sexual. She knew that Teddy now had a very good view of her cunt, which she also knew was quite wet with arousal. She wanted to ask him to use his mouth on her, maybe even to have sex with her. Maybe Penny would consider that to be degrading. If Penny thought that she would hate it, maybe she would make Teddy fuck her. "Please, Penny, this is so embarrassing for me. You're not going to make me have sex are you? You're not going to let Teddy do things to me, are you?" Teddy quickly turned to Penny, hoping that this was indeed her intention. Penny, however, was not so easily fooled. She knew that Miss Harding would enjoy having sex with Teddy. That would not be a punishment. "Maybe I will." She paused, knowing that Miss Harding was waiting for the instruction. "Spread your cheeks with your hands, Miss Harding." Miss Harding complied. She got a good grip on both cheeks and spread them wide, opening to full view her asshole and cunt. She didn't mind. She thought that perhaps she had fooled Penny, and she liked showing off to Teddy. She knew that he was dying to have sex with her. She was in a very servile and shameful posture, but if that was what was necessary, she would grovel. She would pose like a bitch dog, presenting herself for sex. Penny, however, did not have that in mind. She walked up behind Miss Harding and with one smooth movement shoved the flag pole back down into her rear. Miss Harding's head shot up in shock and pain. She let go of her ass and grabbed the desk to keep from falling over. Penny grunted and groaned, straining to plant the flag in her ass, as Miss Harding grunted and groaned as well, straining to receive it. "Penny, please, it's just too big." She panted, shifted her weight, offering her butt up higher, trying to relax her asshole. "I already did this; unh, my, oh my, it's so big." "Just about, Miss Harding," Penny replied. It was like she was trying to plant the flag in hard dirt that just wouldn't accept it. However, with one last hard shove, she believed that she had gotten enough in. She let go and stepped back. The effect was good. Miss Harding was kneeling on her desk, her butt raised high in the air, with an American flag planted in her ass. The pole was a bit precarious, but it was staying put. Her efforts to get comfortable were also having the effect of even appearing to be waving it. "Don't let it go, Miss Harding," Penny commanded. "You know that you can't let the flag touch the floor. So, keep a good grip on the pole." Miss Harding did clamp down hard on the pole, but also covered her face in shame. It was so agonizing to have the pole shoved up her butt, but even worse to be so humiliated in this manner by Penny. "Why must you treat me like this," she pleaded. "You know full well, Miss Harding," Penny replied. "Now wave that flag for us with your fat ass." Miss Harding acquiesced. Moving her butt back and forth, waving the flag in the air with her hips. Penny couldn't suppress her laughter. Teddy also had to smile, but didn't laugh out loud, feeling more sympathetic with Miss Harding's embarrassing predicament and, frankly, he did not consider her ass to be fat. It was considerably bigger than Penny's, but not at all chubby. It had a nice, firm shape, and very appealing with a pole lodged down into the crack, the flag waving in the air as she provocatively circled her ass. "Teddy," Penny thought out loud, "I wonder if we should take a picture of this. Don't you think this would be a good picture for the school yearbook?" Teddy had to laugh at that. Miss Harding, however, again raised her head in shock, almost dropping the flag to the floor. "Watch it Miss Harding!" Penny warned. "You can't let it touch the floor." Miss Harding quickly resumed her abject position but protested, "No, that is going much too far. I will not submit to that. This exercise begins and ends in this room. That is our understanding." Penny fully agreed, but she wanted Miss Harding to feel under her thumb. "Well, I will agree to that, but you have to agree to one last exercise." Miss Harding sighed. She couldn't imagine anything worse than a flag up her ass, but she had to decide soon. She didn't think she could hold it in much longer. She felt like she had to take the biggest dump of her life or, more accurately, like she was half way through her biggest dump in her life and couldn't finish the job. "Yes, fine, I agree," she acquiesced. "Excellent," Penny replied. "Actually, it isn't even anything new. I want you to provide the specimen." There was silence as Miss Harding thought it over. Peeing in front of two students would be humiliating, but, frankly, less shameful than her current posture, and all the forcing in and out of her ass, clenching and relaxing her sphincter, had also had been providing indirect stimulation of her bladder. "Yes," she reluctantly obeyed, "I will provide a specimen, but that has to be it." Penny didn't consider Miss Harding to be in any position to be making demands, but she carefully removed the flag. Teddy again enjoyed the sight of her asshole gaping open for awhile after the pole was removed. Miss Harding breathed a tremendous sigh of relief with the removal of the flag. She brought her hand back and massaged her cheeks, trying to ease the discomfort. She even briefly felt her anus, wondering if any damage had been done. It felt sore, but no stinging or painful sensations that suggested any real harm. "Are you concerned we injured you, Miss Harding?" Penny asked. "Well, frankly, yes," she admitted, hoping that Penny was beginning to have second thoughts. "Teddy, why don't you take a look to see if she is ok." "Sure," Teddy quickly replied, although worried that he had probably revealed too much enthusiasm. Penny, however, was not troubled. She accepted that Teddy would find a lot of this to be arousing. As long as it was within her control, she didn't mind. She also thought that Miss Harding would find such an inspection to be embarrassing and, an examination was an appropriate complement to Miss Harding's use of Teddy in class. Miss Harding spread her cheeks for Teddy. A broad smile crossed her lips and she buried her face in the desk so that Penny would not notice. Teddy felt like a boy at a candy store. His face was now just inches from her asshole, and he gleefully explored with his index finger the crack of her rump and the puckered lips of her asshole. He pretended to be looking for abrasions or lesions, but he was instead just enjoying the sensation of exploring and feeling the crevices and nether hole of Miss Harding's rear end. He even looked in close at her asshole, exploring how difficult it would be to get his finger inside. He was surprised that there was any resistance, given what had just been there seconds before. Miss Harding, however, relaxed her anus and let him in, giving him a brief, quiet sight of pleasure as his finger slipped through her sphincter. Teddy wiggled his finger around in her butt, enjoying the tight grip of her anus. It was like it was caught in one of these "Chinese" finger traps. Miss Harding playfully relaxed and tensed her sphincter, encouraging him to continue his salacious exploration. During this time Penny was returning the flag to the stand by the door. When she turned around, she could see Teddy amusing himself. She didn't intervene. She figured that he deserved as much entertainment with Miss Harding's body as he wanted. She did not feel threatened by it. She knew that Teddy was her man, and that he would only be grateful to her for being able to use Miss Harding as Miss Harding had used him. This would go far in helping him overcome his humiliation. Teddy turned so that Penny could not see precisely what he was doing. He used his other hand to explore her cunt. Miss Harding openly gasped, and spread her legs farther to give him more room. She was very moist and Teddy had no difficulty sliding his finger down into this smaller crack. He noticed how much more fleshy were Miss Harding's lips. She even seemed to have flaps hanging out from her slit. He explored up and down the slit until he found her hole, and then slowly circled, screwing his finger into her cunt, using his thumb to rub and pressure her clit, still keeping the finger of his other hand deep in her ass. Miss Harding gripped the desk with her hands. "Teddy, this is so embarrassing, don't do such things to me." Teddy stopped, feeling that he had been caught with his finger in the cookie jar. Penny, however, did not object. In fact, she said, "You let him do whatever he wants, Miss Harding." Miss Harding smiled. This was the punishment that she had wanted. She continued to feign protest, believing that her expressions of humiliation would have the effect of Penny letting it escalate. "It's not right. You shouldn't do that, you know you shouldn't do that" her voice weak and her breath panting. "This is so wrong," she sighed, as she began to slowly circle and nudge her posterior to complement movements of Teddy's fingers. Teddy was enthralled with the effect he was having. He was actually making the untouchable Miss Harding excited with his touches. He felt like a sexual artist, manipulating her cunt and asshole with his fingers; her most personal parts displayed just inches from his face. She was literally bent to his will, and he was taking full advantage. Exploring a woman's full cunt, making her squirm with pleasure, plunging his young fingers in and out of her sloppy wet cunt. Even the sounds were arousing: the squishing and slurping of his fingers sliding in and around her cunt. Miss Harding knew that the sounds were obscene, and that her own behavior was obscene. Her butt was raised in the air, wiggling around with the ministrations of the fingers of one of her students. She could never deliver another lecture to Teddy without blushing. Imagine what he will think when she bends over in front of him to pick up an eraser. But, she wasn't going to think about that now. Now, she only wanted to enjoy his fingers, obtain relief, and end the humiliation. She began to openly thrust and pound her rear end on his finger. Teddy's eyes widened in surprise and shock at her wanton abandonment. He never thought a grown woman, and certainly not a teacher, could be so crude and indecent. He so wished that they really did have a camera. He wanted this to stay in his memory for years. He shoved in three fingers of his hand into her cunt. He could barely fit just one in the cunnie of Penny. He was literally fucking the cunt of Miss Harding with three fingers, moving them around and around, screwing them as well as plunging them deep inside, still keeping a finger of the other hand well embedded inside her ass, moving it in and out as well, grinning all the time, feeling his cock straining in his pants, wanting so much to release it and plunge it alternately into both holes. "Teddy, please, oh my," Miss Harding exclaimed loudly, raising her head in a growing level of excitement, holding strongly onto the edges of the desk in an open display of sexual excitement, her ass jutting out in wanton arousal and desire. This was enough for Penny. "That's it, Teddy. I think she's ready." Teddy stopped and looked back at Penny, keeping his fingers inserted. Miss Harding groaned in disappointment and frustration. She kept her hips moving on his fingers, but this just had the effect of moving his hands around rather than getting him to continue. "Let her go, Teddy." He reluctantly withdrew his fingers. The fingers being removed from her cunt made a slurping noise; the finger of his other hand made a popping sound as he plucked it out of her asshole. "Get off the desk, Miss Harding, and provide us your specimen." Miss Harding crawled off the table, feeling sweaty and exhausted with her sexual excitement, and a bit embarrassed to have behaved so much like a slut in front of the two of them. She kept her head down and moved to the beaker. She squatted down on the jar, spreading her legs wide for each of them to see. She now indeed felt like a cheap slut. "Wait for my command, Miss Harding," Penny commanded. Miss Harding looked up at Penny, worrying that there might be something even more to this task. Her current deportment was explicitly shameful, squatting down on the floor, wearing only a bra, her legs wide open, her cunt gaping open, exposed, and clearly very wet from Teddy's manipulations; and, she was about to pee in front of two of her students; what could be more shameful? "I believe that you have inadvertently aroused my boyfriend, Miss Harding. He is not usually aroused by old women, but I suppose that any boy would become excited by your obscene display. I believe he needs relief and it is only appropriate that you should receive it." Penny walked up to Miss Harding and motioned Teddy to join her. When Teddy stood beside her, Penny instructed him to take out his penis. He was very glad to do so. He had been feeling desperate to get relief and it was apparent to him now that he would. He proudly removed his stiff, hard cock from its confinement. It was so nice to get it out in the air, now poking directly at the face of Miss Harding. The Lessons Ch. 10 "I know that Teddy would enjoy it if you used your mouth to give him relief, but I am afraid that I can't trust that you wouldn't enjoy it yourself. You are clearly a dirty slut. In fact, I'm sure you would like it. So, I will do it myself. However, you have to receive his relief on your face. As soon as he starts cumming, you provide your specimen. Do you understand?" Miss Harding was feeling very annoyed with Penny. This did not seem necessary. Penny was correct that she would love to suck Teddy off, would be happy to have him cum in her mouth, and even on her face. She was feeling desperately aroused and so much wanted to have sex with the boy. However, to have Penny jerk him off into her face was degrading. She gave Penny a hard look, but nodded her head. At least this would indeed be the end. Penny said, "Alright, let's get started then." She began to fondle and stroke Teddy's hard cock. Teddy would have also preferred to have Miss Harding suck him off. He was disappointed that Penny would not let that happen, but, he realized that he was still coming out of this way ahead. He had his fun playing with her cunt and asshole, and now Penny was going to give him a hand job, and a hand job right in the face of his pretty teacher. The fact that Miss Harding was annoyed only made it more fun and exciting. He watched Penny's right hand as she stroked and pulled on his cock, keeping it aimed well at the apprehensive face of Miss Harding. Miss Harding was also watching his cock closely. It was not a particularly large cock but the engorged red head now looked like a threatening weapon, ready to discharge its sticky slop across her face. She had previously let men come on her face; not particularly often and usually in the heat of passion and often unintentionally, at least at the beginning of his orgasm. Now she had to sit there passively, waiting patiently and submissively to receive a young man's, almost a boy's, a student's, cum shots onto her face. She wasn't even allowed to take part; she wasn't allowed to arouse herself in the process. In fact, she had to squat in front of him and pee. She sighed with frustration and resentment, waiting for the inevitable shame. Penny got a firm grip on his cock and rapidly moved her hand up and down the shaft. She knew that it would not take long. She suspected that Teddy had an erection throughout much of Miss Harding's punishment and probably found the current moment to be intensely erotic (and she was right). She made sure that she kept her fingers off of the head of his cock, as she didn't want any of his release to miss the intended target, particularly the first spurt which would likely be the largest and strongest. She could feel his dick getting harder and harder, straining to stand up straight as she pulled down on it so that it remained pointed at her nose. Teddy put his right hand on Penny's shoulder to steady himself. He gave in to the pleasure of her hand. His eyes half closing but still keeping a good view of the target of his orgasm, the pretty face of his teacher; the full red lips and pretty eyes of Miss Harding. His cock was incredibly hard and he began to move his hips, as if he was fucking Penny's hand, or even the face of Miss Harding. Penny was enjoying her role. She liked making Teddy excited. She was very glad that she had not allowed Miss Harding to do it. It was very fun for her to be jacking off Teddy right in front of, right onto, Miss Harding's face. Miss Harding would now clearly see who was Teddy's girlfriend, and she was receiving perhaps the most appropriate punishment for her effort to try to take him away. Teddy's breathing accelerated, as did the plunging of his hips. He was now openly fucking the hand of Penny. Miss Harding grimaced. Penny gripped harder on his cock, not letting him escape and, then, Teddy felt the strong surge of the first wave of his orgasm explode through his loins and out the head of his cock. He bent his knees and opened his eyes fully to watch the large wad of cum spew out of his cock and smack Miss Harding right on the nose. She instinctively lurched back but kept her position. "Start peeing now, Miss Harding!" Penny loudly commanded, her mouth widening in a large grin as she saw the glob of Teddy's cum splat on her face. Miss Harding closed her eyes; it was but a token gesture of modesty as she let go of her bladder, releasing her urine into the beaker. Closing her eyes also protected them as she felt his spray splash across her face. Teddy released spurt after spurt of cum, repeated ropes of sticky hot, white jism slapping across her face. Penny moved his cock around, like she was holding a machine gun that was spraying the enemy. Each shot hit a different part of Miss Harding's pretty face: her forehead, her cheeks, her closed eyes, and especially her lips. As a young man, Teddy had a lot to provide and shot with considerable force. He was leaving trails of white cum across her face, like a Pollack oil painting. Throughout this time, Miss Harding peed into the beaker. The only sounds in the room were the splatting of cum on her face, the spurting of pee into the beaker, and Teddy's occasional sighs. From his vantage point, Teddy could not see the pee spraying into the beaker but the sound was erotic. Miss Harding was giving fluid from one part of her body and receiving fluid at another. He knew that it must be terribly embarrassing for her to have to do this in front of them, and much, much worse, to have to do it while he came all over her face. He savored the physical waves of pleasure of his orgasm and the visual pleasure of seeing his slop cover the face of Miss Harding. When Teddy was done, Penny told Miss Harding. "That's enough pee, Miss Harding." She gratefully stopped, worrying that she might in fact have overflowed the beaker. "Now, stick your tongue out." Miss Harding pushed her tongue through the cum that was lying across her lips, tasting in the process the salty flavor of Teddy. Penny then squeezed the remaining cum out of his cock onto her tongue. Miss Harding obligingly licked it clean. She would now do anything to end this, particularly to get the sloppy cum off her face. She dared not open her eyes, as there was jism in almost every pore, and much of it lying across her tightly clenched eyes, trying to soak in to give her a sting. Penny let go of Teddy. He stepped back to enjoy the sight of Miss Harding squatting over a beaker, largely filled with her own stinky pee, her cunt fully exposed, and, last but not least, her face literally covered with his cum. Much of it was now dribbling down, beginning to lose the distinctive lines it had made when it had first flopped across her face like wet strands of rope. Penny bent down and retrieved the beaker. She went to the table, corked it, and wrote Miss Harding's name on the label. Teddy put his slackening cock back into his pants and zipped up. Miss Harding waited for her next instruction, although having some difficulty keeping her balance and resisting the intense desire to clean her face. "Please, can I clean up now?" Penny turned to her and smiled. "Yes, Miss Harding. We're going to go now. Here, clean yourself up." She tossed Miss Harding her panties. "Thank you," she replied. Miss Harding knew what she was holding but did not complain. She gratefully used her own panties to clean her face. In fact, she admitted, only to herself, that she would later find this to be erotic. She liked terribly much the fresh smell of cum, and she now imagined wearing these wet panties as she drove home. She knew that she would relive this episode at home as she played with herself, although changing some of the scenes to suit her own pleasure. "Are we now even? Are you ok with everything now, Teddy?" Miss Harding asked. She really wasn't upset. If this was all that she had to suffer, it really hadn't been that bad at all. It was just an episode of sex, and some of it was fun. Teddy smiled, as did Penny, although for somewhat different reasons. "It's fine Miss Harding," Teddy replied, and this time he really meant it. Penny put the beaker in the laboratory refrigerator. They then left the class, thinking perhaps that Miss Harding might still need some future lessons. Miss Harding watched them leave, still dabbing her face with her panties, but now enjoying the scent of Teddy's wet, cool cum. To be continued... The Lessons Ch. 11 This is Chapter Eleven of The Lessons. If you haven't already done so, you are encouraged to read the earlier chapters to understand portions of this story. * * * * * * * Sara told George to come to her house at 8:00PM, by that time her family would have finished dinner. She greeted George at the door. "Hi Georgie, did you bring your math book?" "Yes, I did Sara." George did bring his homework with him, but he was hoping that homework would not be the only thing they did that evening. Although, even if it was, he was still happy to have been invited over. Sara was one of the prettiest girls in class, and he was happy to just be there. He didn't really believe what she had said in class, that she would give him a "reward" (see Chapter 5). "Are your parents home?" He didn't want to appear too obvious, but he had to assume that nothing would happen if her parents were home. Sara smiled at him in mock surprise. "Well, of course, George, I wouldn't have a boy in the house without my parents home. You can be so silly at times." She then twirled around, giving him a brief glimpse of her thighs as her skirt spun. When he looked up, he saw her father standing in the entrance to the sitting room, giving him a funny look. "Oh, hi, Mr. Kirstin, I didn't see you standing there. It's good to meet you sir." "Yes, it's nice to meet you too. George, is it?" "Yes sir, George Reynolds. I came over to study with Sara." "Yes, well." He fell silent, eyeing George. Sara was smiling at the both of them, enjoying their obvious discomfort. "Now daddy, don't be so serious. You know what trouble I have been having in math, and Georgie came over to help me out. He's one of the smartest boys in class. It's like having a tutor for free." George smiled meekly at Mr. Kirstin as Sara grabbed his arm and dragged him to her bedroom. Her father's eyes followed them up the stairs. George was careful not to look at her legs as she scampered up before him, drawing him along by his sleeve. She pulled him into her room and shut the door. "My dad can be such a poot. He's suspicious of every boy I bring home." George wasn't too happy to hear that other boys had been to her house, but, then, he knew he was just lucky to be one of them. Sara looked around her bedroom for her math book. George stood by the door, wondering what he should do. "Now, where did I put that stupid math book. I can never find anything in here." Her bedroom was quite a mess. There were clothes lying around on the bed and floor. There was even a lacy brassiere hanging out of a dresser drawer. George studied the bra for awhile, imagining what it might look like on Sara, or, even better, what she might look like underneath. He looked around the floor for more undies, but couldn't find any. It was mostly magazines, CD's, stuffed animals, and other debris of her daily life. She even had some toys of her childhood on the shelves, along with posters of rock stars on the wall. Sara got on her hands and knees to look under the bed. His eyes were drawn to her bottom, sticking up in the air as she rummaged under the bed. He was reminded of her display in class (see Chapter 1). Her plaid skirt was long enough to cover her fanny, but the outline of her sweet little bottom was evident through the skirt. Simply the outline of her bottom shaped by the skirt was itself very attractive, as well as the suggestiveness of her position. "Now, where is it?" Sara was feeling around under the bed, moving her fanny flirtatiously in the air as she searched beneath the bed. She knew where George was looking. She pretended to have to scrunch her butt up even higher to get a better view under the bed, giving George an even better view behind her. George had to smile at the sight. Her skirt now just barely hid her panties. He was getting a clear view of her white thighs. The thought of walking over and flicking up her skirt crossed his mind, revealing to his eyes her panties and bottom. He figured though that she would probably get angry (for a good reason) so he restrained himself. Sara looked back at him, catching where his eyes were looking. "Georgie, why are you just standing there and not helping?" she said in mock admonishment, smiling at the fact that she had caught him sneaking a peek. She loved to tease boys by showing them brief glimpses of her legs and panties. She had a considerable reputation in the school for being a tease. It was this reputation that in fact contributed to Mr. Peters needing to punish her. The experience in class had been very embarrassing for her but it had also made it clear to her how much fun it would be to show even more. George was embarrassed at being caught. "Oh, I'm sorry, Sara. Where should I look?" He studied the room, having no idea of where in this mess he should look first. "Well, if I knew that silly, I would know where it was." She got up from the floor, brushed off her skirt, placed her hands on her hips and looked around. She went to a book shelf that stood next to the door and bent way over to study the texts on the bottom shelf. This time, she hardly bent her knees, giving him a look all the way up the back of her legs. She had very nice legs, not real long but well curved. With this posture, he could see even see a bit of her panties, tightly binding the outline of her pussy tucked beneath the beginning of the cheeks of her bottom. She even seemed to wave her bottom back and forth at him as she studied the books. George could feel a swelling between his legs. He was glad he wore his briefs, as they were more effective in hiding it. "Oh, here it is!" she exclaimed and then stood up. She looked at him and smiled. "Did you see it there all the time?" she again playfully scolded him. "Here, you sit in that chair and I'll sit on the bed. We can't both sit on the bed, cause if daddy caught us I would get in big trouble." George went over to the easy chair, first removing the things that had been carelessly strewn across it. He picked up a magazine and placed it on a nightstand. He then followed with a pair of socks, a stuffed bear, a sweater, and then, beneath the sweater, a pair of pink panties. He stopped. He knew he shouldn't be picking up her panties, but it would also be awkward to just point them out to her. He decided to move them himself. He picked up her panties, enjoying the fact that he had such an intimate garment of Sara's in his hand: a pair of her soft, used undies that had recently been wrapped tightly around her bottom and cunnie. He tried to surreptitiously slide them beneath her sweater without her awareness. Sara, however, was watching with amusement. She had known the panties were there. She was enjoying his embarrassment. George cleared his throat, sat down in the chair, and opened his book to the latest chapter. He looked up at Sara sitting on her bed across the room. Sara was sitting on the edge of the bed, also leafing through the book. She sat with one leg hanging over the edge; the other tucked in beneath her, bent at the knee. Her dress had somehow pulled up into her lap so that her legs were largely bare. She didn't seem to notice that with one leg crossed in front and tucked beneath her, there was a large opening beneath her plaid skirt that provided him with a clear view of her white panties between her legs. His swelling continued to develop. "What chapter were we working on?" Sara asked absentmindedly as she rummaged through the text, not seeming to notice that she was displaying of her pantied cunt. "Uh," he hesitated, as his mind was on her panties. He could clearly see the white cloth, so nicely rounded by the mound of her cunt and framed well by her pale thighs. It was like a little mound of ice cream hidden deep between her thighs. "I think it's chapter 7." "Oh, yes, of course," she turned the pages to chapter 7 and then looked up at him, catching his eyes directed between her legs. "Georgie!" affecting a tone of shock in her voice. "What are you looking at?" "Oh gosh, Sara, I'm sorry." He flushed and quickly turned his eyes to the book. He wondered now if maybe he had grossly misunderstood her invitation. It was very embarrassing to be caught by a girl trying to get a look up her dress. It made you feel so infantile, like you were caught trying to peak into your sister's room while she was changing her clothes. He glued his eyes to the book, trying to get his concentration focused on the typescript. He now thought that Sara had only been teasing him in class. She was known for being a major tease. Perhaps her plan tonight was largely to just torment him. 'Well,' he thought, 'it is still very nice to be visiting Sara at home, and in her bedroom at that.' Better to be teased by Sara than to be home watching TV with his parents. Sara felt like laughing. She had sat that way precisely in order to give him a peek, and she enjoyed how easily he was flustered. She smiled and said, "Well, I guess it's ok if you look a little bit. I told you that I would give you a peek for helping me out in class." She thought a bit of what to say next. "You can look some more if you want, Georgie." George cautiously raised his head and looked up at her. She hadn't moved at all. She was still giving him a clear line of sight up her skirt. She was in fact smiling at him. He looked down again at her panties. "I guess this could even be your payment for tutoring me in math," she said gaily. George smiled shyly in response. Sara then pulled her leg out from underneath and let this leg as well hang over the edge of the bed. She spread her legs a bit further and picked up the front of her skirt so that he could see better. This was what he had been hoping for. He could now see a lot of her panties. "Do you like them, Georgie?," she asked coquettishly. "Oh, very much," he replied. His eyes were wide open. He was staring intently, and his cock was now expanding uncomfortably in his pants. His penis had not been in a location suitable for an erection, poking down into his shorts, and he wondered if he should try to adjust it, now that it was straining for more room. He didn't want to offend her though by a childish horniness, letting her know that he was getting an erection in her bedroom. However, he knew that it would be difficult to control himself, given what she was doing. The view was delicious. He couldn't believe his luck! Sara was sitting in front of him, smiling innocently as she held up her plaid uniform skirt to give him a sweet view. She was showing him her creamy thighs and white, girlie panties. It was his first good view beneath a girl's dress, and it was being offered in an open, brazen manner. He wanted to notice and remember every detail. He could feel a bit of perspiration on his brow. "I changed my panties for you when I got home, Georgie. I didn't want Mr. Peters to catch me again in anything that wasn't school regulation, but when I got home I switched so I could show you these." She was very proud of them. They were just white cotton panties, but the edging was very frilly, and there was even a little pink bow in the center, just above the evident bulge of her young cunnie. She had been thinking of wearing for George one of her special bunny panties but changed her mind, fearing that he would find them to be too infantile. These frilly white panties were still very cute. She looked down at them herself. "I like the little fluff that goes around the edges. Don't you?" She traced the frill with a finger. "And don't you think that the bow is pretty?" She looked back at him, watching his eyes as she pulled on the little bow, causing the panties to stretch more tightly across her cunt. George's cock was now straining for more room. George could even see the outline of her pussy lips through the panties. It looked like two parallel little white fleshy mounds with a deep crease running between. He wanted so much to see what it in fact looked like. His cock was now getting really uncomfortable. He moved the book in his lap, and tried to secretly make additional room for its growth. Sara noticed the attempt. "What's wrong, Georgie? Are you uncomfortable for some reason? What is it that you're trying to do?" She loved so much to tease, and she was enjoying how flustered George was getting. She knew exactly what he was doing but she also knew that he wouldn't want to admit to her what was happening. "Nothing, Sara, I just have an itch." "I bet you do, you looney nut." She smiled sweetly at him. George leaned forward a bit, trying to find a posture that eased the pressure. She giggled at him. "Now George, if I am going to sit here with my skirt raised, showing you my panties, the least you could do is to take that book away." She paused. "I think that you're trying to hide something from me, and that would not be fair. You're not trying to hide anything, are you? Cause if you are, I'm just going to have to put this skirt right back down," she teasingly threatened. "Oh, no, don't do that," George quickly pleaded, finally moving his eyes away from her panties to look her directly in her eyes. She began to lower her skirt. George hesitated, and then moved the book aside. Sara could tell that he did have a bulge in his pants, although it seemed to be pointing down rather than up. "Aren't you going to show it to me?" she asked, swinging her skirt a bit with her hand. "Sara, are you sure? Right here? I mean, what if your parents come in." He did have a point there. Her father always seemed to be finding excuses to enter her room whenever she had a boy over. She hated living at home. She so much wanted more privacy, but she didn't have the money to rent her own apartment and her parents were unwilling to cover the cost of living away when it seemed, at least to them, to be just as easy for her to continue to stay at home. Nor did they respect her privacy, and her father was in fact rather intrusive whenever a boy came over to visit. She dropped the skirt back on her lap; the curtain now drawn over the pantie show. "Well, it doesn't quite seem fair though, does it?" She knew that it was best not to show everything to a boy right away, perhaps even never. It was better instead to deny him at times so that he wants it all the more. This strategy did appear to work well with most boys, including George. He was clearly very disappointed. "Maybe you could lock the door?" he suggested. "No way," she replied. "I tried that once and got into big trouble. If the door is locked, they know something is going on. We can't do that." There was a moment of brief silence. "Maybe we should just study," she said, turning back to the math text she had placed on the bed. George did not like that idea. "You really want to see me too?" he asked. Sara pretended to be more interested in the book. "It's up to you, Georgie." "Well, maybe I can at least do this." He pulled out his slacks from his waist and forced a hand down into his shorts to grab his stiff cock. He would have liked to unzip his pants to get better access, but he was scared her father might suddenly come through the door. He would not likely be able to come up with an explanation for why his zipper was down. Reaching into his pants, George first straightened out his cock, having some difficulty with the extent to which hairs were being pulled by his fingers or caught in his briefs. Sara felt like giggling at the sight of George fumbling around in his shorts, trying to do something with his stiffy. George removed his hand from his underwear when he had gotten his cock to be sticking up rather than down, and then returned his hand back down into his slacks but this time outside of his briefs. He reached through the access flap and, with considerable effort, managed to extract his cock through the flap so that only his slacks were between his cock and the air. Sara placed a hand over her mouth to suppress her laughter as she watched his struggles. He did seem to be having quite a bit of difficulty doing whatever it was he seemed to be doing. The finished product, however, was satisfying. The front of his loose slacks were now sticking well out, his rigid cock no longer constrained by his tight briefs. Sara could even see the distinct outline of the head of the cock, the profile of a round bulb at the top of the shaft poking through his slacks. "Well, Georgie, I can see now why you were so uncomfortable. It wasn't sticking in the right direction, was it?" He looked a little sheepish. "No, but now you can see it pretty good, can't you?" He was in fact proud of his effort and proud of the state of his cock. He thought it looked rather big, pushing out so forcefully the front of his slacks. "I do seem to be having quite an effect on you, don't I? I guess you really do like my panties, don't you?" She lifted her skirt back up to give him another look. George gratefully returned his eyes to her sweet little panties. However, as soon as they were fully exposed, there was a knocking on the door. Sara dropped her skirt and George quickly placed the book on his lap. Her father opened the door. "How are you kids doing?," he asked innocently. He was always worried that he would find his daughter and some boy necking in the bedroom, and perhaps someday even worse. He liked doing spot checks to prevent any such things from happening. He knew that she was now at a sexual age and that there was no way that he could control what she was doing outside of the house. But, as long as she was in their house, he was going to be sure that nothing happened. He had in fact sent her to Templeton College because they were so strict regarding the social lives of their students. He figured that between him and the faculty of Templeton, his daughter would not get into any serious trouble. As soon as he entered the room, he recognized that he had little reason to be concerned. They were not even sitting next to each other. A couple of times he had caught Sara sitting with a boy on the bed. He subsequently added a small table and two chairs to the room to provide a more suitable study environment. He still needed to remind her at times about this. George and Sara were not at the table but at least they were yards apart. Sara was sitting demurely on the bed, and George had the math book open in his lap. He was probably just explaining a formula to her. "I just wanted to check to see if you kids needed anything. Any snacks, or anything?" "No father," Sara replied, somewhat annoyed at his obvious distrust. "We're fine, you don't need to check up on us, or anything." He ignored the reference to his real motivation. "Well, ok, I will let you get back to work," and he closed the door. "Geeze, it bothers me when he does that," she said as soon as he shut the door. "Do you think he knows anything?" George wasn't at all sure whether his effort to hide himself with the book was successful. He figured his cock was so big that it was probably sticking out past the book. It sure felt big, still pushing out his pants. Even the brief entrance of her father had not reduced his level of excitement. "No, don't worry about that. If he thought anything was up, he wouldn't have left." She went over to the door and peeked out. He was gone. She quietly closed the door and turned to face George. "That was quick thinking with the book though, Georgie." She said admiringly. "Is your boner all gone now? Let me see." George happily removed the book to show her that his erection was still quite strong. She was flattered by the fact that she had aroused him so much, and she enjoyed seeing his "boner" straining through the front of his pants. She leaned back against the door and again lifted her skirt. This time she brought it up well past her waist to fully expose her lower body. 'Holy cow!!' George thought. He could not stop himself from touching his cock through his pants. He pretended to be again adjusting himself, but he kept his fingers on his cock when he was done. He provided light rubbing on the head of his cock, moving his fingers ever so slightly. He would have liked to openly play with himself but he felt too self-conscious. The Lessons Ch. 11 He now had a complete view of her legs, thighs, and panties. The sight was fantastic. She was still wearing her Mary Janes, white socks, white blouse, and black tie of the college dress code, but the plaid skirt was fully raised in front, exposing the frilly white panties that tightly embraced her hips and young cunt. She had a narrow waist that contrasted well with her girlish hips. He lightly traced his erection with his fingers, hoping that she would not notice that he was playing with himself or, perhaps even better, maybe she would also play with herself, but she just continued to show him her panties, at times swinging her hips a bit to add a flirtatious movement to the show. Sara occasionally giggled as she enjoyed his entrancement with her exhibitionistic display and his effort to secretly play with himself. While his eyes were fixed on her panties, hers were fixed on the sight of his slacks sticking out and his effort to masturbate without being obvious. She let go of her skirt with one hand, still holding it up with the other, and placed a finger in her mouth, contemplating her next move. "I tell you what, Georgie." She didn't say anything further. George's heart was racing. He wanted so much to take his cock out and jerk off. He could easily jerk off through his pants but that would definitely leave a large wet spot that he could not possibly explain to her parents. He looked up when he realized that she hadn't finished her thought. "What?" he asked. "If you take out your penis, I will pull down my panties." He was shocked into silence. 'Oh man,' he thought, 'that would be great.' He had gotten a good rear view of her cunt when she was being spanked the other day, but this would be much different, so very much different. This would be Sara purposely, willingly, showing him her little cunt, lowering her white panties to show him her girlish slit. She was even asking to see his erect cock, to reveal to her, in her bedroom, his big hard dick. Just the fantasy of this would be enough to make him cum, and yet the possibility of it actually happening was right there in front of him. But, what about her dad? She couldn't be serious. "What if your dad comes back? Won't he come back?" Still holding up her skirt, knowing full well that he would have a hard time resisting her as long as she was giving him a good view, she replied, "I don't think so. He usually only comes around once, and I don't think he is at all suspicious this time." This was only half true, and she knew it. He usually stopped by twice, but it was true that he didn't seem at all suspicious during the first visit. Maybe he wouldn't come back and, even if he did, they could probably cover themselves up quick enough. In any case, at this moment, it didn't even seem to matter to her. She was now very excited herself. She loved the flirtation, the showing off, the attention. It made it even more exciting to know that they would be taking a chance. As long as they were careful not to go too far it should be ok. Besides, she was leaning against the door. She would be able to hear him walking down the hall. This would give them plenty of time. She didn't wait for George to decide. She reached under her skirt with both her hands and pulled her panties down. She stopped when her panties were well down her thighs but not yet at her knees. She looked up at him, bent over facing him, and smiled flirtatiously. George couldn't see anything, as her skirt was also now down, but the sight of her panties being pulled down her legs was exciting, knowing that it meant that her cunt was now entirely bare beneath her skirt. Sara then stood back up straight, folded her arms beneath her little breasts, and smiled at him, her panties still hanging at her thighs but hidden by her plaid skirt, which also hid from view that which her panties had left behind. "It's your turn Georgie. I won't lift my skirt unless you take your thing out." George was in a panic. He wanted so much for her to lift up her skirt. Just a little bit at least. The sight of her bare cunt was now hidden just by the plaid skirt and she was willing to show it to him; all he had to do was to show her his erect cock. Heck, he would be happy to show her his erect cock anytime she wanted. This was a win-win situation. How could he say no? "Well," he said, "your dad did just leave a few minutes ago. If he is going to come back, he would at least wait awhile. We could look at each other a little bit." Sara in fact thought this was a very good point. He rarely came back quickly. They actually had very little to worry about, as long as they kept track of the time. George carefully unzipped his pants. He was careful not only because he was still worried about her dad, but he was also a bit concerned about catching the skin of his cock in the zipper. A smile slowly spread across Sara's lips. As George unzipped his pants, he realized that it might be very hard to quickly zip them back up. Not only would he have to hurriedly stuff his stiff cock back into his pants but it was during the zipping that he would most likely catch the skin of his dick. 'Well, too late to worry about that now,' he felt. He knew what he wanted right now; caution and care would have to take a back set, at least for a few minutes. He fully unzipped his slacks, reached in, and pulled out his erect cock. It was now Sara's turn for her eyes to widen. "Wow," Sara said. "I'm impressed, Georgie. You even look bigger than you did in class." He was not in fact any bigger than he had been before. He would think that he would probably not look as big. In class, her face had been just inches away. But, maybe the excitement of the risk and being in her bedroom made it seem bigger to her. It did look out of place: a stiff pole of skin with a red crown, poking up from his lap out of his slacks. In any case, it was kind of fun to be showing it off to Sara in her bedroom. He felt rather proud, seeing how she was enjoying the sight. "Ok, Sara, now it's your turn." "Do you really want to see me?" she asked coyly. "I don't know, Georgie, maybe daddy might come back." She swung her hips a bit, acting as if she was too shy to show him, being careful though to keep her knees spread enough so that her panties stayed at her thighs. "Sara, come on now, don't do this. I showed you mine, and, besides, hurry up before your dad comes back." She smiled, enjoying his impatience. "Well, I really don't know if I should. A good girl wouldn't show a boy her private part." The thought that she would now back down was indeed annoying to George. He didn't want to actually be mad or even appear annoyed, as that might only just make her stop altogether, but he was worried that perhaps she was now just going to back out, making him feel like a fool for taking his cock out. "You won't tell anyone I did this, will you George?" She was only partially concerned about this. She knew that she had a reputation for being a flirt. She didn't mind that. Frankly, her popularity in school would probably go way up if some boys heard about this, although this would be going much farther than what she would be willing to do with other boys. "I promise, Sara. I won't tell anyone. Cross my heart and hope to die." He crossed his heart with his hand. He looked kind of cute sitting there, making an oath while his boner was fully exposed. The sight was a bit comical, but also sexy. He looked desperate, like he would promise her just about anything if she lifted up her skirt. "Well, ok, I believe you, Georgie" and she then slowly lifted her skirt. His eyes fixed on the edge of her skirt as it gradually moved up her legs, past her knees, past the panties clinging to her thighs, and then, finally, pausing, and then revealing her naked cunt to his eyes. It was well worth the wait. She had such a sexy cunt. Sara kept her cunt well shaved. She did not like having any hair. To her, the hair she saw on other girls in gym did not look at all feminine. It made them look like they had an old man's beard or something. As she said numerous times to her friends, they didn't have hair under their arms or on their legs, why have hair on the most feminine part of their body? She found the hairless look to be prettier. To her, her cunny looked like it was still the cute, innocent lips that she had as a young girl. It was a nice soft mound with just one simple slit down the middle, capped by a little bud toward the top. She thought her bare cunt complemented well her cute face, perky breasts, and little fanny. "Oh my, Sara, you are beautiful. It's so beautiful. I have never seen one before, I mean in real life. It's, like, great." Sara basked in his effusive praise. This was the reaction she was hoping for. She had wondered if boys would like the fact that she kept it hairless, and now she knew. She could feel herself getting wet with his enraptured attention and admiration. She leaned back a bit and spread her legs more to give him a better view. The posture, however, reminded her of the cork still in her butt (see Chapter 1). She had worn it to class all day, taking it out only when she had to go to the bathroom. She enjoyed very much the private, personal sensation. When she changed her panties for George, she thought of removing it. But, she had decided to leave it in. It would be doubly exciting to have this extra stimulation when she flirted throughout the evening with George, and, frankly, she never imagined that she would ever go so far as to show him her naked butt. She certainly hadn't planned on going this far. She felt self-conscious now about the cork, but he wouldn't ever have to know about it. She intended to play with herself after he left, just like she played with herself when she got home after the spanking by Mr. Peters. She was now doubly glad that she had left the cork in. She was showing a boy her personal private area, yet also still having her own little secret, a secret that gave her a special stimulation that only she knew about. She clenched her anus to remind herself that it was there and to increase the stimulation it gave her. She sighed in pleasure, feeling herself get wetter as she played with the cork with her sphincter. George was now openly playing with his erect cock. He had masturbated many times to pictures of naked girls, now there was a real one standing right in front of him, and it was the pretty Sara Kirstin, with her skirt pulled up and her panties at her thighs, showing him her hairless cunny. He couldn't recall ever having more fun than what he was experiencing right now. He didn't stroke his penis with any real intensity though. He still found it embarrassing to actually jerk off in front of her. But, he did let his fingers lightly touch and handle his cock, as if he was absentmindedly keeping his fingers busy. "Georgie, why must you stare at it. Don't you think I'm pretty anywhere else?" He felt guilty that he was in fact staring at her cunt, and he looked up at her face. She was very alluring. "I'm sorry, Sara. You're just so pretty down there. You know you also look real good." He was a bit limited in his word skills, but she got the meaning. "Everybody says how much you look like Kristin Davis." He then thought that perhaps she didn't know, or maybe found that insulting. "That's a compliment, you know," he said nervously. "I know," she replied, smiling at him as he tried to keep his eyes glued to her face, but clearly wanting to again look closely at her hairless pussy. "I don't mind. Kristin Davis is very attractive. That's actually why I like to wear my hair like this. It's like how she wears it on her TV show. Do you like my hair like this?" She used one of her hands to flip it back. To George, it seemed kind of odd to be having this conversation, him with a stiffy sticking out of his pants and her with her dress up, panties hanging at her thighs, showing her girly slit, but it was also fun as well. Her resemblance to Kristin Davis was striking. He in fact began to imagine that she was a young Charlotte from Sex in the City standing in front of him, her plaid skirt raised in front of her and her panties down, showing him her hairless cunt, wanting him to play with it and lick it. His eyes moved back to her pussy, and he began to openly handle his cock, moving his fingers up and down its length. Sara could tell that he was getting very excited. "Do you ever watch Sex and the City, George?" Sara asked. George continued to think about the actress, imagining that it was Charlotte at college, showing her boyfriend her cunt for the first time. "Oh yeah, I have a TV in my bedroom and I watch it every Sunday night." Sara replied, "Golly, that's a sweet deal. I don't have my own TV and my parents won't let me watch it. They say it really shouldn't be on TV, with all that nudity and dirty talk, but I do rent tapes and watch them when they're not home." She was lightly swaying her hips as she talked. He couldn't tell if it was on purpose, but it was fetching to see her waving her creamy sweet cunt as she talked about doing naughty things. "Do you ever play with yourself thinking about Charlotte?" Man, he thought, that was a loaded question. "No, of course not," he said, acting is if it was a tremendously absurd statement. She knew he was lying. "You don't find her attractive?" she asked, moving her thighs together and then spreading them back apart, playing peek-a-boo with her pussy. She watched how she could control his eyes and feelings by moving her thighs and hips. "Well, yes, of course I do, I just said I did," sounding a bit annoyed but too busy to think about what he was saying, so entranced by the sight of Sara, or Charlotte, displaying her hairless cunt lips as he played with his cock. "Well, if you found her attractive why don't you ever think about her when you play with yourself?" The fact was that he did at times masturbate to the thought of having sex with the character Charlotte. Among the characters, he really did like Charlotte the best: her sweet smile, the virtuous appearance, the innocent sexuality. "Don't be embarrassed, Georgie, I would think it would be a compliment to know that boys think about you when they do that thing. I mean, I'm showing you everything. Don't you think you should be honest with me?" "Well, yes, I have thought about her." He was now trapped, and Sara asked the next obvious question. "What about me, then, Georgie, do you ever think of me when you play with your thing?" The fact was, he did at times think of her, and he sure as heck would be thinking about her a lot after this night. But, he couldn't get over the concern that a girl would be disgusted or insulted by the thought that a boy used her to jerk off. He looked back up into her eyes, trying to gauge her reaction. He could tell very quickly though the right answer. "Yes, I have thought about you, Sara. I can't imagine a boy not thinking about you. You're one of the prettiest girls in the class." She gave him a big smile, leaned back a bit and spread her thighs wide, the panties stretching as she attempted to let him see as much as possible. She thought of asking him specifically what he thought about when he imagined her, but she figured that was pushing it too far. It was fun enough to realize that she was the subject of boys' sex fantasies, with one cute boy in particular going nuts with excitement as she posed for him. "Maybe I could come over to your house some time, and we could watch an episode of Sex in the City in your bedroom?" She liked that idea very much. It would be doing something against her parents' wishes but not really a bad thing. George in turn liked the idea perhaps even more. He imagined Sara giving him a blow job while he watched the character Charlotte. He pulled harder on his cock. He was now openly masturbating, fully stroking the length of his cock with his fist. He couldn't take his eyes off of her hairless, smooth cunt. "Now, you stop that Georgie," she finally admonished. "I don't want you having an accident all over my carpet, and, besides, if daddy were to come in here just when you were squirting that naughty thing all over the place, well, that would be awful." He couldn't disagree with that. He was enjoying immensely playing with himself as he was looking at her bare cunt, but he realized that he was getting very careless, even close to cumming. "I also can't see your thing very well with your hand covering it. You wouldn't want me to hide my little cunny with my hand, would you?" She playfully hid her pussy with her hand, smiling sweetly at him. She still held her dress up with one hand, but hid her smooth cunt with the other. That pose itself was enticing, as if she was making a feeble effort to be modest. He knew now that she was just playing with him, and he laughed and removed his hand. He was frankly happy to hear that she liked to look at it. It made him feel rather proud and masculine to have a girl enjoy looking at his erect dick. Suddenly, however, Sara dropped her skirt and waved at him. Immediately he heard the knock on the door. There was definitely no time to get his cock back into his pants, as her father was already opening the door. He just raised the open math book in front of his cock, as if he was reading it in his lap. Sara's father bumped her in the butt as he was trying to open the door. "Daddy!", Sara exclaimed, not just angry that he bumped her. "Oh, I'm sorry, dear," his father said when he realized that she had been standing right in front of the door. He liked to open the door suddenly in case something was in fact going on. He wasn't really sure what he would do if he did catch them at anything, but he knew that his habit of doing so would discourage them from trying anything. However, he did feel bad about hitting his daughter with the door. "Goodness, are you ok?" Sara stumbled a bit, but kept her balance. The door was only half the problem. The big problem was that her panties were still wrapped around her thighs. Fortunately, her skirt was long enough to hide them, but her ability to keep her balance was grossly impaired. "I'm fine, daddy, but what do you want now?" "I just brought you two some colas. I figured that doing all that math must be making you thirsty." He entered the room and walked over to the table. He put them on the table rather than handing them to Sara, hoping that she would get the message that he preferred that she work with boys at the table. However, as he looked back at them, he again noticed that they still hadn't even been sitting next to each other. George was just as he had left him, his book open at his lap. George sat stiffly as her father looked at his book. This was one time he felt glad that his cock wasn't real big. Sara's father felt a bit guilty for mistrusting his daughter. He picked up a cola and held it out to George. "I am sorry kids, here, George, have a cola." George froze in his seat. He didn't know what to say. He couldn't get up to take it from him, and it would seem odd or rude to turn it down. Sara, however, had an easy answer. "George doesn't even drink colas, daddy," her tone was exaggeratedly exasperated, as if her father should have known that. Mr. Kirstin said, "Oops, my bad again, I guess." He then turned to Sara, "But I know you like them," and held it out for her. Sara began to walk toward him to get the soda and instantly felt the panties pulling on her thighs. There was no way for her panties to stay up if she walked normally; she couldn't even walk normally if she tried. She had a cork in her butt and her panties at her thighs. She therefore put one hand on her right thigh, pressing down on her panties beneath her skirt, trying to hold them up, and walked rather stiffly toward him, as if she was nursing an injury. The Lessons Ch. 11 George was both nervous and amused. There was no way he wanted her panties to fall down but it was kind of fun watching her try to walk toward her dad with her panties around her thighs. "What's wrong, honey, is there something wrong with your leg?" He was sincerely concerned. "It's nothing daddy, I just pulled a muscle in gym. It stiffened up while I was sitting funny on the bed, and I was just trying to walk it off when you burst in." He ignored the suggestion that he burst in the room. He knew that he had opened the door rather quickly but she exaggerated to say that he burst in. In any case, he did feel bad about her hurt leg. "Do you want me to look at it, dear?" "Oh, no, it was really fine by the time I got home. I just need to walk around with it awhile. It will be fine." By then she had worked her way across the room, standing now with her legs spread oddly far apart for just standing, but she had to do that to keep the panties up. She reached for the cola and took a sip. "Oh, yeah, that's good. Thanks daddy; the soda is good, but we really should get back to studying now." Her father was a bit uncomfortable leaving his daughter with such an obvious injury. "You're sure you don't want some pain medicine or muscle relaxant, or anything?" he asked. "I'm fine daddy, really I am." "Well, alright kids, I will leave you alone. I promise I won't bother you again. Be sure to finish by 10PM though," he said as he walked back across the room. Upon leaving he turned back to his daughter. "You be careful with that leg now, alright?" "Yes, daddy," she replied, just grateful that he was finally leaving. When the door closed, so did her legs, and her panties fell to the floor. George couldn't help laughing at the sight. Sara laughed as well. "What a goof," she asserted. "What if my panties fell down!" she exclaimed. "Oh my, that would have been embarrassing. I don't know how I would have explained that." "You could have said that they ripped during gym, or that you were wearing them loose cause of your injury," he pathetically suggested. She laughed at the stupidity of those suggestions, and he laughed as well. She now looked quite endearing, sharing their jokes over the perilous visit of her father, yet still standing there with her panties lying on her Mary Janes. She pulled her feet through the panties and kicked them away. "Well, no point in trying that again." She turned to George and rocked her hips back and forth, contemplating what else they could do. George's cock had gone down during this visit from her father. He kept the book covering himself, not wishing to show her his drooping penis. Sara did have one specific idea in mind. She still had the cork in her butt. Maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea to let him see it. She wasn't sure. She had to think this over. "Do you like girls' bottoms too, Georgie?" she asked innocently. George was surprised at the question. What boys don't like girls' butts? He wondered though if she was suggesting that he was somehow effeminate if he admitted to it. But, still, he certainly didn't want her to stop showing him things. At this point, he would admit to anything. "Well, yea, of course I do." She smiled, swinging her hips; wondering. She walked over to the bed. "If I show you something, you have to promise not to tell anyone." She turned to him and looked him directly in the eye, trying to calculate whether he was going to be honest. He could tell that she was now being very serious. "I mean this George. I don't want you to tell anyone anything about it. This has to be our secret." George could tell that this must be something very personal. He actually had no interest in telling anyone about anything that had happened so far. It would be cool to tell one of his male friends, but he knew that would only risk his chances for future fun and, besides, he really did like Sara. He didn't want to hurt her feelings. "Honestly, Sara, I wouldn't breathe a word. I would never want to get you into any trouble." She believed him. She then took a deep breath, turned around, crawled onto the bed, got on her knees, and raised her skirt well above her waist. George's grin spread wide with delight. She had the cutest little butt. It was all white and round, very firm, and stuck out so well. Pure, white cheeks; no hair on them like boys have; not even any blemishes. The crack was also so inviting, like it was trying to hide something. George's cock began to grow once again. But, George couldn't figure out the big secret. Her pussy was certainly more personal than this. Everybody in class had in fact already seen her butt. She then bent farther down so that her elbows rested on the bed. He could then see it. There was something sticking out of her butt hole. He couldn't tell for sure what it was. He was a bit distracted from studying it closely, as the view of her pussy was equally appealing. Her cunt looked like a little cracked mound peeking back between her legs. It would be so cool, he thought, to have sex with her this way. It would be like how dogs do it, so animal-like, but then he brought his mind back to her butt hole. There was definitely something there. Sara covered her face with both of her hands as she stuck her butt out toward George. She loved to show off, to let boys see parts of her that were naughty and sexy, but now she felt very exposed and vulnerable. She was showing him her most personal of secrets in a very obscene, shameless manner. She was afraid that he would just start laughing or, even worse, get grossed out, thinking she was some sort of a pervert. She now regretted making the decision to show it to him. "What is it?" George asked. She wouldn't take her hands off her face. She said quietly, "It's a cork. A small cork." George then remembered. Mr. Peters had stuck a large cork in her butt toward the end of her spanking. He thought it was probably rather painful. He was very surprised to see that she still had one stuck up her butt. "Is Mr. Peters making you wear one all the time now?" he innocently asked. She hesitated, then quietly said, "No." For her, wearing the cork now was just playful fun. She really liked the sensation it gave her, and the fact that it was so secret and dirty made it even more fun, but George didn't seem to understand that at all. 'He must think I'm a sick perv, or something,' she thought. She was trying to think of some way to get out of this. George thought that if Mr. Peters didn't require it, then who did? He never heard of a doctor requiring that persons wear corks there. But maybe it was some sort of a doctor thing, like some adults had to wear diapers because they couldn't control themselves. Maybe Sara couldn't control herself. He then felt bad for her. That would be very embarrassing, and certainly something that she wouldn't want to tell anyone. "Did a doctor put it there, or maybe your parents make you wear it?" She now felt mortified. "No," she said in frustration. She couldn't tell him why it was there. Maybe she should blame her parents. That would be a good way to get out of it. It then dawned on George that she was doing it on purpose, that she in fact liked it. She was wearing a cork in her butt cause she liked how it felt. "You have it there cause you like it!" he said, pointing at her butt with exclamation, although she couldn't see that he was pointing. Sara didn't know what to say. She felt like crying. This was worse than class. She had now revealed to someone, to the boy she liked, that she was a sick pervert. Everyone in school will know about it. This would be just awful. She wished that she had never invited him over. Maybe her father was right about boys. George began to feel even more excited. It did look real sexy. He liked it a lot in class when he saw the big cork stuck in there. It was now even better that Sara liked it herself. "Wow, Sara," he said, "that's kind of cool." He smiled. Sara looked up, but still kept her face covered. 'What did he say?' she asked herself, not sure that she had in fact heard him correctly. "Does it feel good?" he realized right away that this was a dumb question. Of course it felt good, why else would she be doing it? "I bet it's kind of fun, having it there at school but nobody knowing about it." When he was watching Sara get spanked, he would have liked to have had some means of secretly playing with himself, and one time during Human Biology he wanted to play with himself when Miss Harding was leaning over her desk, offering a great view down the front of her blouse. His dick would get hard but he couldn't do anything about it. It might be nice to have it kept within some thing that felt good when he got an erection. Maybe he could even get off during a class without anyone even knowing it. Sara was opening up to him all sorts of possibilities. Sara cautiously removed her hands from her face, but still kept looking forward. He did seem to understand. He wasn't upset by it. He wasn't accusing her of being a degenerate. She even smiled, and lifted her bottom up a bit to give him a more provocative look. "I think it looks real sexy, Sara," and he wasn't lying about that at all. Her bottom was so very alluring. It was so delightfully round, yet not entirely; more like a heart shape. And so very smooth, white, and innocent, like the bottom of a little girl, with the smooth lips of her pubic region peaking out underneath. Yet, in the middle all that cherubic display was this cork stuck in her butt. It was very provocative. He could not resist getting up to get a closer look. He laid the book on the chair and walked over to her. She turned her head when she heard him get up, and was herself amused by the sight of him walking across the room, his erect cock poking out so stiffly through his zipper, bobbing and weaving with his steps. 'A boy's boner is real sexy, but it can also look a little silly,' she thought, but she knew that she was herself in a bit of a glass house. He thought that her corked butt looked very sexy, but she also knew that it could also look a little silly. 'We're both a bit silly and sexy,' she thought. She waved her bottom at him as he approached. When he got to the edge of the bed he could not help notice how arousing it all was. His stiff cock was now pointed directly at her upraised cunt, and her little fanny with the cork was within reach of his fingers. He didn't know what he wanted to touch first. "Is it ok if I touch you?" he asked politely. Sara was now feeling very excited. He clearly did like the cork and she was excited by the fact that his erect cock was now just inches away. She wasn't ready to actually have sex with him but she thought it would be neat to feel his erect cock against the lips of her pussy or in the crack of her bottom. "Yes, I guess that would be ok" she said softly. She shifted her upper body closer to the edge of the bed, thereby elevating her ass even higher. It was now almost sticking straight up in the air. She could feel the cork wanting to pop out, as this posture was opening her butt up and pushing it out. She clenched the cork tightly. George could see the muscles of her anus contract around the cork. He placed both hands on her white bottom. Sara hid her face in a blanket and sighed. George stroked the warm, smooth cheeks of her bottom. He was entranced. She was so smooth, so luscious. He traced a finger down the crack of her ass, and could hear a muffled giggle from Sara. He smiled, and carefully touched the cork. Sara gripped a blanket with her fist. George then traced his finger around the edges of the cork where it met her butt hole. He liked the feel of her of anus, its folds and ridges. He could feel the tightness of her grip on the cork. Sara was breathing heavily into the blanket. She couldn't believe that a boy was actually playing with her bottom hole. She had her butt standing straight up in bed to give him the best possible view of her bottom hole and he was actually stroking and feeling it with his finger. The sensation was wonderful. She no longer felt nervous about having the cork there; no longer was worried about what he might think; and she just gave into the pleasurable sensations. But, with the relaxation the cork popped out. "Oh!," she exclaimed, a little embarrassed at her loss of control and the unusual discharge. The cork fell down along the crack of her butt and onto the bed. George briefly had a view into her rectum, but he also enjoyed the sight of her sphincter quickly shutting the door, in the end showing him what looked like a cute little rose bud deep in the crack of her ass. George thought her anus looked very cute and sexy. He put his finger directly on it, feeling its folds and furrows. "I think it looks really pretty, Sara." Sara blushed. She rarely blushed. She usually made boys blush with embarrassment as she caught them looking at her. Now, it was her turn. It made her feel so good that Georgie liked her butt hole. This was her most secret place. She knew her pussy was in fact her most secret, personal place but she also found her bottom hole to be sexy and exciting. She had masturbated herself to orgasm with the cork in her butt, even imagining Mr. Peters having sex with her there. She enjoyed intensely the attention and fondling that George was giving it. She groaned with pleasure and wiggled her bottom, letting him know she liked it. George liked playing with it. He even imagined giving it a lick but he figured that would be going way too far. It might even be unsanitary, although he knew that Sara probably kept herself very clean down there. It wasn't like it was a guy's butt. There was no hair. It was pure like her cunny, clean and virtuous, but also so intriguing, alluring, and seductive. He wondered if he could at least poke his finger inside. After all, she did have a cork in there before, and she seemed to be enjoying the feel of his finger. Sara let him know the answer by relaxing her sphincter. She even opened and closed her anus, trying to grab his finger with it as he caressed her. He felt the loss of tension in her sphincter when she relaxed. She was opening up to him, letting him know that it was ok, and he worked the tip of his finger into her asshole. She groaned even more loudly and pushed back. The sensation was great, for the both of them. George enjoyed its tightness, feeling her firmly grasp his finger with her asshole; she enjoyed the fact that a boy had his finger in her butt; a boy was doing something very naughty to her most private area. She gripped hard on his finger with her asshole and then pulled his hand to and fro with her butt. It was like he was stuck in a Chinese finger trap. They both laughed. Pretending to be scared, he quickly pulled his finger out and said, "Yikes, you almost had me!" He looked at her raised fanny for awhile. She wondered what he was thinking, hoping that he would insert his finger again. She turned her head back to face him for the first time since she had exposed the cork, and then opened and shut her asshole to let him know she was waiting. She giggled and he smiled. He never thought a girl's asshole could be so sexy, so alluring. "I wonder if we could put other things in there," he suggested. It was a thought that just slipped out with the excitement of the moment. Sara would have preferred that he return his finger, but she had to admit that she had the same thought when she first put the cork in. She hadn't tried anything else because it seemed too dirty and perverted to be doing such a thing. But now that she was sharing this fun with George it didn't seem so bad at all. It was fun; why not? "What do you have in find?" she asked. He looked around the bed. He saw right away the pen sitting in her opened textbook. He reached for it. "How about this," he suggested. She smiled at him. "Ok, but be careful." She liked this game. Maybe George could try all sorts of different things, and she could stay posed like this, showing off her naked fanny, sticking up so prettily in the air. She knew it was a very sexy pose, and she liked doing it for George. It would be fun to have him try inserting different things. She relaxed her anus as he carefully inserted the top of the pen into her asshole. It didn't feel that exciting to her. It wasn't as thick as the cork nor as personal as his finger, but it did feel kind of funny. After he got about half of it in, he stood back to look. He gave a little chuckle, as she did look funny. Her butt pushed high up in the air with a pen sticking out of it. He was reminded of the sight of Wendy with the flag (see Chapter 4). He looked around the room for a flag but didn't see one. "Oh, you think this is funny do you," she said, playing along. "It's no more funny than your boner sticking out of your pants," she said, pointing at his stiff cock. He self-consciously covered himself, but laughed with her. She wiggled her ass in the air, showing him that she didn't mind that it was comical. In fact, she said, "Maybe I could write with it?" she asked teasingly. Actually, he didn't think that this was a bad idea. "Sure!," he responded. He went back to his chair and got his note pad. As he walked back to her he had to acknowledge that his bobbing and weaving dick was just as comical as her waving pen. He smiled affectionately at her as he approached. Sara giggled at the funny thought that she was going to try to write something with her butt. This was becoming one of the funnest times she ever had with a boy. 'Imagine if daddy saw me now?' she thought. He put the pad on the end of the pen and said, "Try to spell your name." It was actually real hard. She had never tried to write with her butt before. She was at first not too sure if she should write backwards, like if with a mirror. She couldn't really tell because she couldn't actually see the end of the pen on the paper. All she could see was her fanny sticking up, the top of the pad, and George's grinning face as she clumsily tried to spell her name. George did help a bit though. As soon as she started to write, the pen pushed deeper into her ass and he didn't want her to get hurt. So he held it in place while she awkwardly tried to spell her name, taking the opportunity to enjoy the soft feel of her derriere as he held the pen in place. "'S', yes, that's good Sara. Now the 'A'," he instructed. This was terribly fun. It allowed him to watch her move her butt around, to see her asshole clench the pen, and to hold her soft, luscious bottom cheeks as she so diligently worked. She furrowed her brow in intense concentration as carefully traced each of the four letters of her name, like she was a little girl trying to spell her name for the first time. The end result though was pathetic. The lettering did in fact look like the effort of a girl just learning for the first time how to make letters. The letters were not the least bit close to the same size, they were spread across the pad, and the "R" was hardly legible. However, it was a good first effort. He removed the pen, gave her a few congratulatory pats on her bottom, and showed her the results, keeping his right hand on her butt, not wanting to miss an opportunity to further caress her sweet apple cheeks. "Not bad, Sara." She laughed. It was clearly miserable. "Maybe you should try too," she suggested. George hadn't thought about that. He had never even thought about sticking anything up his butt, and, besides, he certainly didn't think his butt would be nearly so attractive or pretty as hers. This idea sounded rather gross and embarrassing. But, he knew it wouldn't be fair if only she had to do it. Before he could say yes, though, she rescued him. "Actually, we shouldn't do that. There would be no way you could get your pants back up in time if my father came back." That brought both of them back to their senses. They had forgotten about him! They both quickly looked at the door and froze. He wasn't there, and they realized that they had perhaps been lucky. They had become lost in their fun. If he came in right now there would be no way he could hide his stiff cock. The Lessons Ch. 11 George moved quickly back to the chair and sat down, covering himself with the book, wondering what to do. Sara returned to sitting on the edge of the bed, looking disappointed. She had become very excited and wanted to keep playing. She certainly didn't want to start studying math. She glared at the book. Seeing the pen lying there only reminded her of what she wanted to do instead. "Georgie," she said, "Put your thing back in your pants, at least for now. We can keep doing stuff with my bottom though. I can hide quick enough if daddy comes back." She was disappointed in not being able to see George's stiff dick anymore, but maybe they could come up with a new idea. In the meantime, he could still play with her. She liked that the most anyway. "Sure," he agreed. George didn't mind having to zip up. Frankly, he had been so engrossed with her bottom and with sticking his finger and the pen inside that he had largely been ignoring his cock. He had stopped stroking it, wanting to use his hands on her instead, and with his dick in his pants they wouldn't get caught. He looked funny to Sara as he had difficulty working his stiff cock back through the flaps of his jockey shorts. She could not hide her feeling of disappointment though as she saw it disappear into his pants. When he came back up to her, she stroked it through his slacks. "It's such a shame, Georgie. It's kind of sad that it has to hide in there, so dark and lonely." George now had second thoughts about having put it back in his pants. He hadn't thought about her actually playing with it while he played with her butt. However, he knew that they had to use more self-control, or they would get into serious trouble. He let her stroke it for awhile, caressing her face with his hand while she drew her fingers up and down the bulge in his pants. Her fingers on his cock felt so good. She looked up at him and smiled. "You like that don't you." He smiled back, "It feels real good." She leaned over and planted a long kiss on the clearly outlined head of his cock pushing out his slacks. "Oh my gosh," he exclaimed, his head moving back in pleasure. He gripped her shoulders. She then pulled back, smiled, and said, "OK, you're done; my turn now." She climbed back on the bed, and got on all fours facing the door so that she could see it start to open if her father returned. He stood there a bit, catching his breath. "You scamp," he said. It was good she stopped, though. He might have cum if she had kept it up. She grinned at him and waved her butt. "What do you want to put in now?" she asked mischievously. He looked around the room. Most every thing he saw seemed too big. "What about the soda your dad brought in?" She looked at the bottle, still more than half full on the table. She couldn't fit the whole bottle in, but she could fit the top part in. This didn't sound like a bad idea. "Ok," she said, "but you have to drink the soda afterwards." They both laughed. He was actually willing to do it. What would be wrong about that? That might in fact break the ice for him to actually lick her there. He went and got the half-filled bottle. She could feel herself getting wet as she anticipated what he was going to do. She buried her face in a blanket as he got nearer, feeling a little embarrassed at how dirty this was. However, when he returned to her he recognized that there was a problem. He couldn't actually stick it into her butt without the soda pouring out. "It's going to spill if I try to put it in." She realized as well how stupid that idea had been. "Oh, yeah," she said. He suggested, "You could squat down on it, and get the top part in, and then lift it up in the air and let the soda pour inside." Her face lit up with that idea. That sounded great. She wondered what the bubbles might feel like in her bottom. She giggled at the thought. She knew she was really getting wet now. She then changed position so that she was squatting in front of him. He stared at her open cunt: so hairless, so smooth, and now spread so wide. He wanted it. "Help me, Georgie." She scolded him, noticing where he was looking. She braced herself with one hand on his shoulder. She lifted up her skirt and tucked it under her chin. He positioned the bottle right beneath her butt hole. She used her free hand to help aim it correctly. She then slowly sat down on the bottle. It was hard to get the first part in. The lip of the bottle felt cold and awfully big, but she concentrated on relaxing her sphincter and letting her weight do the rest. The end of the bottle wasn't that big, but the mattress didn't provide much resistance to her pressure. They had to try a few times before it would fit. He could see the strain on her face as she pushed down on it. Her face was getting redder and redder. She looked like she was trying to take a big dump. He felt like laughing but he didn't want her to stop trying and he certainly did not want her to feel self-conscious. Then, suddenly, she dropped a couple of inches. It was in. She fell into it. The sudden plunging into her rectum of the top of the bottle felt like such an intrusion, like something else she might like having there. "Whew," she said, with big relief, smiling triumphantly at him. However, once the top got past her sphincter she almost fell all the way onto it. "Oooh!" she exclaimed, gripping George's shoulder to keep herself from falling down and ramming it all the way up. 'Oh man,' he thought, 'This is really hot.' He had heard about girls doing stuff like this, but he had always thought that they must be hard core sluts or something. This was instead Sara, who was in fact a very sweet and pretty girl. Sara was known for being unusually flirtatious but nobody would think of her fucking a coke bottle. He also couldn't imagine Charlotte from the TV show doing this, although he would probably in the future. He couldn't believe his luck to be standing here, helping her do this. She held onto his shoulders with both of her hands, while he continued to grip the bottle. The head of the bottle was now firmly lodged in her butt. She said, "It feels funny, but a good funny. It's not as big as the cork Mr. Peters used, but it's still pretty big." She lifted her hips up a bit and said, "Let go." He wasn't sure this was a good idea, but he let go. She looked down between her legs and saw the bottle hanging from between the cheeks of her butt. She even swung her butt back and forth for effect. The soda fizzed inside. "Oh my," she squealed. "This is so weird." He liked it too, although he was very jealous of the bottle. "Ok, now, here goes. Help me keep my balance." She then leaned into him. He held her waist as she first leaned forward, and then got on her knees, still keeping the bottle from tipping up so high that it would spill. She then leaned back again, so that the bottom of the bottle would touch the bed. She pushed on it a bit to make sure that it was still firmly stuck up her butt, and then squeezed her anus to get a firm grip. She slowly moved on the bed, using her knees, bit by bit, so that she was again facing the door. When this was done, she asked him, "Lift up my skirt so that you can see the bottle." This was a treat for George. He got to lift up her plaid skirt and slowly reveal her smooth white, little fanny, now with the end of a cola bottle poking out between her cute cheeks, resting between her socks and Mary Janes. She leaned forward a little, and told him to drape the skirt across her back so that it was out of the way. "Now, if you wouldn't mind, grip the bottle with your hand and push it in a bit, and help to hold it there as I raise it up. I'm going to move fast so none of spills out." He did as he was told, feeling a little apprehensive. She turned to him and looked him in the eye. "Don't you actually pull it out now, or there will be big trouble." He reassured her, "Don't worry." "OK then, here goes." She then quickly and smoothly put her head down onto the bed while also raising her butt high up into the air in one smooth motion. He followed her movement precisely, keeping a pressure on the end of the bottle to help keep it firmly lodged in her anus. The pop sloshed and bubbled immediately with the rapid movement. Her butt was poking straight up within a second or two, and he even tilted the bottle further so that it was facing almost straight down. She also quickly adjusted her posture to get her fanny facing as straight up as possible. He could see the soda bubbling out of the bottle into her rectum. "Oh, wow, Sara, it's all going in." "No fooling," she squealed. "I can feel it, and its still cold!" The bottle quickly emptied into her butt. "What's it feel like?" he asked. "It's so weird," she said. "It's like I'm all filled up and have to go real bad, but it also feels neat. I think I can even feel the bubbling." She wiggled her bottom in excitement, the bottle shaking precariously. "Pull the bottle out," she commanded. "Are you sure?" he said. "I can hold it in, don't worry." He carefully pulled the bottle out, relishing the sight of her anus quickly shutting as it popped out. 'This is so cool,' he thought. He reflexively reached down with his left hand to rub on his cock through his pants. Sara's face was toward the left and she saw what he was doing. "No fair, Georgie. That's my job." She freed one hand that she was using to brace herself and stroked him. "You can do it to me, if you want," she quietly suggested. George didn't need a second invitation. He quickly put down the bottle and began to work his finger around her anus. "Oh no! Not there!" she exclaimed loudly. He pulled back in shock. "Georgie, if you touch me there I just might lose control. I have to keep it closed tight." "Oh yea, sorry." He was momentarily confused. If she didn't want him to touch her there, what was he suppose to do? 'Oh, yeah,' he realized. He moved his hand in between her legs from behind and lightly caressed the lips of her cunnie. She instantly sighed when he touched her. He could feel how wet she was. He was surprised at that. He didn't realize girls got so wet down there. The feeling was great. He explored the outside of her pussy with his fingers, feeling the soft shape of her mound, her smooth skin, and, most importantly, the deep slit that ran along the center. He leaned over to get a better look at what he was doing, keeping sure that she still had good access to his cock through his pants. She enjoyed him feeling her. She knew that she must look real sexy to him, and she felt so very aroused herself. She liked the full feeling in her rectum, and his clumsy but affectionate fondling of her pussy. She also liked seeing how aroused he was. His penis was inside his pants but that also made it seem all the more naughty, and it still felt strong and powerful, as if it was trying to burst through his pants so that it could attack her. She closed her eyes and basked in all the pleasurable feelings that were sweeping her body. She groaned and whimpered as he fondled her pussy. He also didn't say anything for awhile, enjoying the feel of her fingers going up and down his cock. He would like to free the cock from his pants and let her firmly grip bare skin, maybe even let himself cum in her hand, perhaps squirting across the bed at her face as he stroked her pussy to orgasm. He imagined that she wouldn't pull away, being so excited herself, maybe she would just open her mouth to catch as much of it as she could. He could feel her getting wetter and wetter, and his finger slid deeper and deeper into her slit. He was about to try to slide his finger deep into her cunt when he heard a little gurgling noise and noticed a couple of bubbles popping through her tightly scrunched anus. Sara didn't hear anything but she certainly felt something. "Uh oh," she said in fright. She knew that there was little she could do. She quickly dropped her bottom. He pulled back. "Oh my," she yelped as she pushed him aside and jumped off the bed, one hand going to the back of her dress, pushing into the cheeks of her butt. "I gotta go, Georgie, watch out, I gotta get out of here." She ran to the door, one hand flying it open, the other hand firmly grabbing her butt cheeks as she dashed out the door for the bathroom. He heard her run down the hall. He thought of going after her, seeing if he could help, but he knew that it was best if he stayed put. He quickly picked up the cola bottle and put it back on the table. He thought about it for a second, and then used one of his shirt tails to clean it off. He heard the door to the bathroom slam shut. He didn't hear anything else for awhile. He got the note pad from the bed, thinking that her very awkward spelling of her name was so cute. It was a very nice souvenir. He stood quietly, listening. Nothing. Apparently, the noise did not arouse any suspicion in the house. He breathed a sigh of relief, and then heard the sound of the toilet flushing. Shortly thereafter, she came back through the bedroom door. He was again sitting in the chair, the math book open. She was laughing. He was relieved with that. "Oh my, that was close." "What happened?" he asked. He pretty much knew what happened but he wanted to hear it from her. "Suddenly, I just couldn't hold it anymore. I don't know what happened. I just had to go and I knew that there was no way to stop it anymore. I just had to get to the bathroom before it came out." She looked around the room sheepishly. "None of it came out here, did it?" He laughed at that. "No, no, don't worry, you got out of here in time. I also took care of the bottle." She looked at it, wondering. "I cleaned it off, so don't worry." She looked at him funny, wondering if he actually used one of her blankets, or even worse, a blouse. He realized what she was thinking. "I used my own shirt." She smiled. "That was very gallant of you." It was a little embarrassing for her to have to dash out of the room. It was not a particularly sexy experience in the bathroom, and as she was trying to get it all out, she wondered if any of it had in fact squirted out at him before she managed to leave. But, rather than being grossed out, George in fact had carefully cleaned up after her. "Thank you, Georgie. That was very sweet." 'He deserves a reward,' she thought. She actually didn't need any excuse to continue their game. The run to the bathroom had in fact been exciting, although risky, and it was the risk that made it so exciting. She turned around, bent over fully to the point that her fingers were touching her toes, then used one hand to fling the back of her skirt up once again. George couldn't believe it. He had assumed that this last experience would put at end to their fun, but he was clearly mistaken. He instantly got up from the couch, knelt behind her, and planted a firm kiss on a cheek of her butt. "Well, Georgie, what are you up to?" she playfully chided him. "I can't see anything back there, so you better not be up to something bad," but she spread her legs a bit to encourage him. George parted her cheeks with his hands and lightly licked her right on the anus. Sara's eyes burst open. She really wasn't expecting that, and it felt great. She actually expected him to go for her cunnie. It was also clearly open and vulnerable, and that would have been fine with her. But she was in fact delighted that he chose her butt hole instead. It was, of course, only fitting, as that was where all the attention had been. She giggled and squirmed as he licked and kissed her anus. George had acted impulsively. He had no idea what he was going to do when he knelt down behind her, besides kissing her on the butt. She had such a cute bottom, so soft and white. It felt so good to hold and squeeze the cheeks with his hands. When she admonished him not to do anything bad, he instantly decided to do what seemed to be the most naughtiest thing to do, and precisely what he had thought about doing earlier. He spread her cheeks and stuck his tongue right on her anus. He thought it would be all smelly and horribly tasting, but, in fact, it wasn't bad at all. He figured that it wasn't so bad because she had just given herself an enema and thoroughly cleaned herself. In fact, he detected a very nice aroma, like perfume, but that didn't make any sense to him. There was also a bit of an odd taste, but it wasn't the taste that he was expecting and it was quickly gone. Sara had in fact washed herself there very thoroughly, using a bit of soap, and then even applying some lotion with a finger. It felt kind of nice putting the lotion on, and it wouldn't hurt to have some lubrication there in case they tried to stick something else inside. And, just before she left the bathroom she even went so far as to spray a little bit of her mother's perfume on her butt. She giggled when she did that. She didn't use much at all, as she didn't want to arouse her parent's suspicion, but she did want George to spend more time down there and she knew that it wouldn't do any harm to make herself as clean and presentable as possible. Now, with George's face buried in her cheeks, she was glad that she had taken all that extra attention. Her position was rather awkward and blood was running to her head, but she didn't want to stop George. He was lapping away at her anus like a dog licking a hand full of peanut butter. She had a full length mirror on her closet door and she smiled at the sight of them. She was all bent over, her naked derriere up in the air and Georgie's face buried inside. She wiggled her bottom on his face. He said something but she couldn't understand it. She could feel his hands gripping her cheeks, keeping them spread wide as he licked and massaged her asshole with his tongue. He was being a very good boy, she thought. She never imagined having a boy who shared her special interests so much. She felt like talking dirty to him. She liked to talk dirty when she played with herself, but she didn't want him to think that she was a slut. Nevertheless, she could feel herself getting very wet between her legs and almost considered drawing his attention there as well, but he then pulled back. George pulled back and looked at his handiwork. Her asshole was now all sloppy and wet. It still smelled, though, of perfume. He knew that there was no way that girls' butts smelled this nice. Maybe he thought she had been wearing perfume all night and he had never noticed it. "Is there something else you want to stick in there?," she flirtatiously inquired, winking at him with her anus. She knew darn well what she wanted him to stick in there now, but she knew that would be out of the question. He looked around the room, and spotted the bowl full of marbles on her dresser. He grinned. "How about your marbles?" he suggested. Sara furrowed her brow. "Marbles?" It sounded like a ridiculous idea, but the more she thought about, the more she liked it. The coke bottle was perhaps a more ridiculous idea than marbles, and that turned out to be a great idea. She stood up and turned to him. She could see that his lips and chin were wet with his licking. "Ok, you can put some marbles in there, but you have to do one thing for me first," she demanded in a mock authoritarian tone, even shaking her finger at him. He wondered if the TV Charlotte ever behaved like this in her bedroom. It was a nice thought to imagine, but he also had to admit that the reality with Sara was far better than he could imagine with Charlotte. She lifted up her skit and thrust her pelvis at him. "You have to kiss me here first." Well, that was hardly a tough bargain. He smiled and planted a firm kiss on her cunt lips, even a bit of a french kiss. It was certainly the first time he had done that as well, and it seemed kind of weird. He had kissed girls before, and it was natural to feel lips aligned with your own lips. In this case, the lips were perfectly misaligned. He tilted his head a bit to get them better aligned but she pulled back. The Lessons Ch. 11 "Not too much you bad boy," she smiled at him. She still wanted to tease him. She went to get the marbles. She took them over to the bed and he followed her there. She handed the bowl to him and resumed her position on the bed: on all fours and facing the door. She smiled at him, like a compliant puppy, and slowly pulled her skirt once again over her rump. He had now seen her butt so many times he had lost count, but it was still a delightful sight as it was slowly revealed beneath her plaid skirt. She dropped to her elbows and stuck it up into the air. "How many do you want to put in?" she asked. He had no idea. He doubted that he could fit all of them in. There must be around 20 or 30 in the bowl. Certainly more than just a few. He picked one up and placed it against her asshole. She snickered. "It feels funny. It's all cool and smooth." He then slowly and carefully pushed it inside. It went in easily and disappeared. He liked the sight of her rosebud opening and closing, it was like it was playing peek-a-boo, giving him a quick peak and then shutting down tight. "Let's be sure we at least remember how many," she said more seriously. She didn't want any unexpected accidents later. "That was the first one," he said. He then pushed in another. Her butthole winked shut as the marble popped in. She wiggled in appreciation. "This is fun," she said. "I can feel them." He popped in two more, one after the other. He heard them click against each other as he pushed the fourth one in. "Wait a second," she said, after the fourth was inserted. She seemed to be adjusting herself in some manner. She thought she could in fact feel them rolling around inside of her. It was an odd sensation. It was also hard for her to just let him push them in. She was used to pushing things out; she had never tried to pull something in. She assumed that if you could push something out you must also have the ability to just pull something in, but she couldn't tell if she was doing anything at all. If she just relaxed her asshole to let them in she could the feel the ones inside trying to get out. She waited a moment to relax, hoping that the four that were in there were getting nicely lodged and comfortable, but uncertain how she could help him with this. "Ok, try another." George put the fifth marble at the entrance and gently pushed. This one was harder to get in. He could feel the other marbles blocking the way. However, with some effort the marble slipped by the fourth one, seeming to lodge right next to it rather than forcing the whole line deeper inside. Sara grunted. This was harder than she thought it would be. She actually figured that she would be able to get the whole bowl inside. She certainly had poops much bigger than five marbles, but it seemed like her body did not like the idea of things going up the wrong way. Plus, they were so round, small, and slippery, it was hard to keep them inside. She asked to wait again. George was in no hurry. He liked his view. He could see her cheeks and asshole working away, squirming, trying to get the marbles to fall somehow in place to make room for more. He could tell that it was a tough job. He patted her fanny with affectionate encouragement. She actually found his patting a little distracting but she appreciated the thought. "All right, I'm ready for another, but I don't know how much more of these I can do." He put the sixth marble on her brownie hole, and pushed down hard so that it would go in right away. She yelped in shock with his increased pressure. When her butt hole opened up for the sixth marble, the others seemed to desperately want to pop right back out, but George was too quick and he forced the sixth one in. Her sphincter quickly snapped shut when it passed through, almost like it would cut off his finger. She groaned, straining to hold her asshole tightly shut so that none would escape. "I think that's enough, Georgie, I don't think I can hold any more in." George, however, wanted to force in more. "Ten would make a good even number, Sara. Let's just do a few more." George then placed the bowl next to her knees on the bed in order to use both hands. He gripped the next marble with his forefinger and thumb, and then used the index finger of his other hand to push it down into her rectum. As soon as her asshole opened up he covered it with all three fingers to keep any one of the marbles from popping out. "Mmmmm," Sara groaned, feeling the pressure increase. She felt like she was stricken with a real bad case of diarrhea that was making it clear that she had better head to the bathroom real fast. It was very uncomfortable, but also kind of exciting. George could see that she was uncomfortable. He considered stroking the lips of her cunt that were also well displayed, just inches away. This might help her relax. However, he was concerned that she might object and, in any case, relaxing would probably just have the effect of releasing the marbles. He wondered if they would all just start popping out when she released them, perhaps even shooting up in the air. He playfully suggested, "Maybe when I'm done we can play a game of marbles, with you having to shoot them from her butt." Sara laughed but quickly stopped, as the laughing had the effect of her losing concentration and relaxing her anus. "Don't make me laugh," she warned him. George placed an eighth marble on her asshole, quickly pushed down hard, and again kept it inside with his three fingers. As soon as he felt her anus close, he grabbed a ninth marble and pushed it down into her brownie hole like he had with the previous one. Sara hid her face in her hands and groaned with discomfort. Thank goodness, she thought, that they had first cleaned her out with the soda. She knew that once she let go, virtually anything else might come popping out. She seriously doubted that she could take anymore, but then she felt George push in a tenth marble. She really felt like she had to go bad. George noticed that her anus was slow to shut over the tenth marble. He had to keep his fingers pushed down hard to keep them all in. Maybe just one more he thought, and then they heard the door knock. Sara immediately resumed a sitting position, her skirt flying back down as she sat back on her haunches facing the door as it opened to reveal her father. As Sara moved George also grabbed the bowl of marbles so that they wouldn't spill all over the bed, as well as to hide the bulge in his pants. When her dad opened the door he was standing next to the bed, looking a bit shocked, holding the bowl of marbles. Sara's father was confused. He didn't like seeing that George had now moved to the bed, and there was certainly no school books in their hands. But, they clearly had not been up to anything bad. He was just standing there holding the bowl of marbles she used to play with as a child. "Daddy!," she exclaimed in annoyance and evident discomfort. "What do you want now?" She was always irritated when he burst in, but she seemed to be especially so this time. He did recognize that he had promised not to come back, but he quickly made it clear that this was not his idea. "I am sorry Sara, I know I said that I would leave the two of you alone, but your mother can't find the Bundt pan. She said that you used it last and she can't find where you put it." Sara let her feelings of anger dissipate. She knew that it wouldn't do any good to get angry. She just needed him to get out of there as soon as possible. In any case, it was true that she had used the Bundt pan, but she didn't understand why her mother couldn't find it. "Isn't it in the cupboard with all the cake pans?" "No dear, I'm sure it's not. She pulled all of them out. It's not there. We thought we could just ask you." This was perfectly reasonable, but she had no idea where it was. Her thinking though was not particularly clear right now. "Golly daddy, I just don't know." "Well, I'm sorry dear but she really needs it. Perhaps you could come and help her look. Maybe you put it in some funny place." George thought of a funny place things were put but kept his thoughts to himself. There was no way she could say no. She had to go help find it. "Ok, I'll help you look." Her father looked at George. "What's with the marbles?" "Oh, yes, Mr. Kirstin, Sara was just showing them to me. We were taking a little break from math." Mr. Kirstin could see that both math books were open, and still in the two separate locations. It was all very innocent. There certainly wasn't anything sexual about Sara's marbles. "How is your leg dear?" She was glad he reminded her about that. She might have forgotten to fake the injury if he hadn't. However, she needed no reminder to walk funny as soon as she got off the bed. The marbles. As soon as she stood up, she felt them trying to get out. She clenched down hard on her asshole, and gave George a nervous glance. He understood the problem but he didn't know how he could help. She walked stiffly toward the bedroom door. "Yes, it still bothers me a bit." Her dad wasn't surprised to see her walking so awkwardly but now it seemed worse. Now she was walking with her legs tightly together, taking somewhat little steps, whereas before she was limping with each leg rather awkwardly spread. "I really wonder if we should have Dr. Winters take a look at it tomorrow. You don't seem to be getting any better." "Really, daddy, I'm fine. It just stiffens up a bit. I've had this before, it's fine." As she got more comfortable, she was able to quicken the pace, but still having to consciously hold her sphincter tightly closed. She knew if she relaxed just a second a marble would drop out. She wondered if perhaps she should just let it happen as she gingerly walked down the hall. She could say that there was some in a pocket of her skit and they fell out of a hole. But she quickly rejected this idea. She had no idea how many would come out or when. In addition, she would have to pick them up and her dad might then get a good peak under her dress and see that she had no panties, and more would likely come popping out as she was trying to pick them up. She would just have to hold on tight and get through this. The challenge though was again kind of appealing. With her thighs clenched tightly as she walked she could feel a tingly excitement within her cunnie, along with the sensual pressure in her rectum. She felt like giggling but with each rising of a smile came a relaxing of her bowels and a need to then clamp down harder. "You also look a little flush, dear. Are you feeling alright, maybe you have a fever." He tried to feel her forehead but she pulled away. "Really, daddy, I am fine." She was thinking perhaps that she could just tell him that she had to go to the bathroom. She could then release them into the toilet, but he blocked that plan. "I heard you run to the bathroom earlier. I think perhaps we should take your temperature." "Daddy, no!" She was adamant about that. Her father still took her temperature with an anal thermometer. She thought this was very infantile, and perhaps even inappropriate, but when she had a fever she just wanted to feel better and wouldn't object. He would always do it in a way that would protect her modesty. She would lower her panties and lie face down on her bed or the couch, keeping her legs closed so that he couldn't see her cunnie. He would carefully part her cheeks to insert the thermometer, which he had always carefully lubricated with Vaseline jelly. He would then place a towel or light blanket over her bottom so that she wouldn't feel so exposed while they waited. She would feel rather silly, lying there with the thermometer making a tent pole above her fanny. But he assured her that an anal temperature was always the most accurate. Sometimes she liked it. In any case, this was not the time for a temperature! "Daddy, Georgie is here. I can't have you do that when Georgie is here." "Honey, he clearly won't be in the same room. We can stop by the bathroom on the way to the kitchen. It won't take long." "Daddy, no, it will take long and I don't want to have to explain to him why I was gone so long. What would I tell him? I can't tell him that you were taking my temperature, you know, in there." She wished they could talk about something else. She needed a distraction. This wasn't helping her at all. He really didn't see the need for her to tell him anything, let alone that specific detail, but it was nice to hear that his daughter was so uncomfortable with lying. He could wait until after he left. By this time, they had arrived at the kitchen. Her mother had all of the pots and pans out of the cupboard. Sara did feel bad about that. She still didn't remember where she had put the Bundt pan. She started to carefully walk into the kitchen and realized that she really couldn't help her mother. She didn't know how she would be able to keep the marbles in if she had to get up on a chair, and even if she could do that, her parents would be able to tell that she had removed her panties. They would also be able to see if she got down on the floor to look in a lower cupboard. She had a moment of panic. She had no idea how she would get out of this one. Her father took her arm to assist her into the room, and, fortunately, she then remembered. "In the cupboard with the good stuff," she announced. "I put the Bundt pan in the cupboard with the good china." "Well, why would you do that," her mother asked, getting up off the floor to go to the cupboard with the good china. "I'm sorry, mother. I was in a hurry to clean up before I went out and I just stuck it there. I was planning on moving it back when I got home but I just forgot." They both looked at her, wondering if she deserved a quick spanking for causing them so much trouble. They did still spank her on occasion. Her father was particularly proficient at this form of punishment. Her mother wondered if she had gotten a bit old for this, but dad insisted that she was never too old to be disciplined. She had certainly put her mother through a lot of needless frustration. But, they knew that it would be too embarrassing for her to be spanked while George was still in the house. Sara could tell what they were thinking and she quickly backed out of the room. "Well, George is waiting, mom, dad, and I better get back. We don't have much more homework to do and he needs to get home," she said as she was stiffly moving her legs in short steps, clenching her bottom to keep the marbles in. "All right, dear, but not much longer," her father admonished. "Yes, daddy," she then turned and quickly dashed out. As she ran back to the room she kept one hand tightly against the bottom of her cheeks beneath her skirt, ready to catch any marbles that might fall out. She ran swiftly to the bedroom, desperately worried that she wouldn't make it there in time. She burst into the room and quickly shut the door behind her, gasping, totally out of breath. She then relaxed her sphincter. Marble after marble immediately fell from her butt onto the floor, bouncing and rolling as they hit. It was a comical sight and George couldn't help but laugh. She also found it funny and laughed along, enjoying the sensation as the marbles were released. It was like she was pooping little poops while standing up. The feeling of relief from the intense pressure was also tremendous. It was like she had to go real, real bad, and now it was just happening in a torrent of droppings. She counted the marbles as they hit: One, two, three, a bit of pause; then, four, five, six more quickly dropped out, clinking on each other as they hit the floor and rolled across the rug. They laughed at the sight and sounds, but, then nothing. "Wasn't there a tenth one?" she asked George. "Uh, I think so." "Don't just think so, George, you said you would keep count." "There was ten, Sara, I'm certain of that." He in fact thought that there might have been one more, but he was certain of ten. "Oh nuts," she said. For a second she wondered whether one might have fallen out when she was running back to her room, but she was pretty sure that didn't happen. She had kept her anus shut very tightly, with her hand clasped over the area of her butt hole just in case. "Oh, darn, George, I think one is in there kind of deep." They looked around the floor, counting and recounting the ones that had come out. Maybe they just miscounted them as they squirted out? George even looked under the bed and dresser but there didn't seem to be any more marbles. Sara strained her bowels, trying to get a tenth one to come out. Her face was all scrunched up, her fists clenched. She bent over. But, it wouldn't come out. She couldn't even feel it. She then squatted, as if she was taking a dump in her bedroom, her arms resting on her knees. She found this posture to be very embarrassing. George was smiling. She gave him a fake scowl. "Don't you look at me while I'm doing this. I can't do it while you're watching." By now, he was beginning to think that she actually liked him watching her, despite what she said. "I can't see anything," he protested. "You're skirt is covering everything up." "That isn't the issue, and you know it," but he could detect a little smile. She then scrunched up her face. 'Boy, it's lucky I cleaned myself out before, as this could be real embarrassing,' she thought. "Don't you fart or anything, you're dad might hear." She started laughing. "Stop that, I can't do it if you make me laugh." She even spread her butt cheeks with her hands, and then even poked a finger around inside, but couldn't feel anything. She was feeling sincerely frustrated and worried. "George, what can I do?" She looked very upset. George figured she could just wait until tomorrow. He couldn't see how a marble would really hurt her. But, he did think of a way that he might be able to help her, and himself. "Stay where you are," he said and walked around behind her. He got down on the floor on his back. "What are you doing?" she asked. He slid forward on his back so his face was directly below her squatted butt. She let go of her cheeks, a little self-conscious of spreading them as she was squatted down right above his face. He reached up and grasped her bottom. "I know that mother dogs will lick the butts of their babies to get them to poop. I bet it might help." He wasn't sure if it was in fact dogs, or even if he had the story right, but he did honestly have the memory. Sara had never heard such a thing, but she was desperate and willing to try anything. And, the thought of him licking her down there sounded fun. George pulled open her cheeks, and pulled her bottom down to his lips. He began to lick. Sara laughed and almost fell right into his face. "Wait," she protested. Trying not to laugh, she shifted her stance so that she was leaning back, using her hands to keep her balance, and then aimed her asshole for his mouth. George again pulled open her cheeks and he brought her asshole right onto his mouth. He licked and caressed her anus with his tongue. The sensation was great for Sara. It felt so good to have Georgie licking away at her anus. It was such an odd sensation, and so intimate. She doubted that any other boy would do this for her. She had to admit that she liked it a lot. She realized that she was actually sitting on a boy's face. She guessed it might even be more fun to sit the other way, but for now this was still pretty darn good. It had been neat when she was bent over but this position was even more intimate. She moved her fanny around. His nose would occasionally touch her cunt. She hoped she didn't smell bad, but he seemed to be quite content. She giggled. She wanted to again see what they looked like, but her dress was over his head. She could feel his tongue tickling her anus, massaging the muscles, and even trying to poke its way in. She wouldn't know what her father would think if she saw them now, and she was getting so excited. She wanted to play with herself. She knew he would like the view if she played with her cunnie while he licked her bottom hole, but if she lifted up one hand she would fall flat into his face. She laughed at the thought. The Lessons Ch. 12 This is chapter 12 of a series. If you like this story, I encourage you to read earlier chapters as they can help understand characters and context. In any case, please do provide feedback. There are obvious sequels to this series, and I would be happy to hear your suggestions for how to improve or develop it. - - - - - - - - - - - - - It had been days since Penny had helped Teddy with Miss Harding (see Chapter 10). He no longer felt ashamed or humiliated by his public spanking (see Chapter 2), and his relationship with Penny was developing well. His sexual awakening was growing much more rapidly and exotically than he would ever had imagined. He was repeatedly surprised at what she wanted them to do. However, one morning he felt that he experienced a bit of burning as he peed. He naturally wondered if perhaps he had caught some sort of sexually transmitted disease. He decided that it would be best to visit the college clinic prior to his first class. He was very embarrassed at having to admit to this possibility but he knew that this was the responsible thing to do. If he did have a disease he dreaded having to tell Penny. Maybe he would even have to tell Miss Harding. That would be particularly difficult. He arrived at the clinic precisely at 730AM, just as it opened. He whispered his concern to the receptionist. She instructed him to go to the lab down the hall to provide a urine sample, and then return to the clinic. He would be able to see the doctor as soon as he arrived later that morning. He went to the lab. He was provided with a little plastic cup and told to go to the bathroom, pee a bit into the toilet, and then provide a good sample in the cup. He did as he was told, noticing that he no longer felt any burning. He considered just leaving, figuring that it was a false alarm. However, he knew that would be irresponsible. He returned to the clinic to wait for the doctor. The receptionist told him that the doctor might not in fact arrive until 900AM. That would be a problem for Teddy, as his first class was at nine. However, he knew he should wait. At a quarter after eight, the receptionist told him that he could go to room 10C. When he got there, Miss Lanning was waiting for him. Miss Lanning was a clinic nurse. "Teddy, have a seat. I understand you have some concerns." She motioned him to sit in the chair by her desk. He hesitated. Teddy was disappointed that the doctor was still not in. Nurse Lanning sense his disappointment. "I understand that you want to see the doctor, Teddy, but he doesn't come in until nine, and this is a matter that is well within my expertise. Please, don't be concerned. We will have you taken care of and out of here well in time for your morning class." Teddy was happy about that. He didn't really mind seeing a nurse rather than a doctor. He just felt uncomfortable having to talk about his personal symptoms to a female. Even if she was a doctor it would still have been uncomfortable. But, he knew that he shouldn't let such things bother him. After all, girls had to do this all the time with male doctors. He sat down and explained his symptoms. He emphasized, though, that the burning may have already gone away. Miss Lanning smiled. She had decided to see Teddy in part because his lab results had already come back negative. She figured that there was no reason that he in fact really had to see a doctor, and now she was certain. She explained to Teddy that sometimes a boy can experience burning during urination right after a shower due to soap or some other form of irritant. She also informed him of the negative lab finding. She could see that he was very relieved. "Wow, that's great doctor, I mean, nurse. I was really worried." "Yes, I could tell. Is this the first time you have been sexually active, Teddy?" Nurse Lanning wondered if he was being overly nervous about symptoms due to his age and inexperience. Teddy flushed and looked down. He didn't like admitting this to a woman, particular to Nurse Lanning. Miss Lanning was rather young, probably only recently getting her degree. Plus, she was very attractive. She had pretty blue eyes with nicely curved lashes that appeared to require no make-up to draw your attention. When she smiled, you could not help but feel your heart soften. Her skin was smooth and pure, her cheeks a healthy red. She wore her blonde hair back in a pony tail. She was diminutive in height, only a bit over five feet, very slim, but with quite obviously prominent breasts. Her figure was well displayed in her tight, white nurse's uniform. Teddy was having a difficult time not glancing at her snugly wrapped breasts pushing out through her uniform. However, when he looked at her eyes he just noticed how pretty she was. When he brought his eyes down, he noticed how much her skirt had ridden up her legs, well past her knees to show him much of her thighs, wrapped snugly in her white stockings. This early in the morning he was even picking up the scent of her shower and perfume. He could feel his cock responding. "Uh, yes, really, just though, you know, just one person." That wasn't entirely true but there was no way he was going to tell her about Miss Harding. "Well, Teddy, you know that one person is enough to catch something. I think, though, that you are probably fine, but let's take a look to be sure." She began to put on antiseptic gloves. Teddy looked surprised and nervous. He hadn't thought about the fact that he would have to show himself to her. "Is this really necessary? I mean, the test was negative." "I'm sure that you have nothing to worry about, Teddy, but it would be irresponsible of me not to be certain. It is always necessary to have a visual exam to be sure that there are no external lesions or sores. Don't be embarrassed. I have done this with many young men." She smiled sweetly at him, naturally fluttering her eyelashes. That didn't really help. Teddy stood up, sighed, undid his pants and pulled them down, along with his boxers. This was quite embarrassing. He wasn't at all big and he didn't like the idea of a pretty woman looking at him there so closely. He was glad though that he had not let his thoughts linger on her attractiveness. It would have been really embarrassing to have had an erection! He would have had to come up with some excuse if that had happened. He knew he had swelled a little bit as his eyes traveled across her gorgeous figure but he was actually glad about that. A little bit of swelling would make him look bigger. He looked nervously down at his penis as it was revealed. Miss Lanning smiled to herself. She could tell that he was a bit aroused. His penis wasn't just hanging there. It had a subtle bit of elevation. She told him to stand right in front of her so that she could get a closer look. Teddy cleared his throat and shuffled forward a few steps through his dropped trousers and boxers so that he stood directly in front of her. "Yes, that's good a boy, Teddy." She leaned forward to provide a close inspection. Teddy gulped as he watched her pretty face lean in to just inches from his penis. He felt her breath wash across the sensitive head of his cock. His muscles twitched nervously as her soft fingers gently grasped the stem. Miss Lanning noticed the tension. She found it cute. Teddy was a good looking boy. She knew that there really wasn't anything wrong with him. She decided to have a bit of fun. "Who is the lucky girl, Teddy?" Teddy looked away and blushed. He knew that if he did have a disease the clinic would need to know the name. He had been told about this during the college orientation. "Penny, Penny Hill." Miss Lanning looked up at him and smiled, still holding his penis in the fingers of her left hand, lightly stroking the head with the index finger of her right hand, as if she was feeling for a lesion or sore, but the touch was more sensuous than clinical. "Penny Hill; that's nice. She is a very pretty girl, Teddy. You must be very happy." "Yes, uh, yes, I am ma'am." Teddy kept his eyes averted as he attempted to keep his thoughts averted from the sensation of her finger lightly feeling, perhaps even caressing, the head of his penis. He had heard stories of persons having erections during a doctor's exam and he was not about to become one of them. "Is Penny a pretty girl, Teddy?" Teddy felt very self-conscious. Penny was very pretty, at least to him. He had no trouble admitting that, but talking about how pretty she was, as an even prettier nurse was caressing the head of his penis seemed awfully arousing. "Yes ma'am," he said quietly, his eyes closing, trying to avoid thinking about Penny's attractive smile. "Now, Teddy, I will need to know what kind of things the two of you have done." He looked at her in surprise. "Ma'am, I mean nurse, really?" The thought of having to do that was very scary. He was momentarily distracted from the sexual touch of Miss Lanning. "Well, yes Teddy, of course." She smiled up at him, holding the stem of his cock between her thumb and forefinger, just inches from her red lips, as if she was about to kiss it. "Different sexual acts can result in different problems and, if I do find something, I will need to know for the record what kind of act was causal." Teddy looked away again, a pained disappointment across his face. "Yes, Miss Lanning, I understand." "So, Teddy, I assume that Penny only used her hand. If this was the case then I'm sure that you haven't contracted any diseases. The pain would simply be due to a minor lesion. Did she just play with your penis with her fingers?" she asked, nonchalantly drawing her thumb and finger up and down his shaft. She brought her left hand to his testicles and lightly caressed his hanging sack. Teddy sighed. He closed his eyes, trying to ignore the fact that she was talking about Penny giving him a handjob as she seemed to be doing it herself. "No, that wasn't all." "Teddy!" Miss Lanning said, pretending to be shocked. "She didn't use her mouth on you, did she?" She brought the rest of her fingers around the shaft of his penis, noticing that it had thickened. She was really getting to him. She lightly squeezed his balls. Teddy whispered, "Yes, I'm sorry Miss Lanning, but, yes, I have to admit that she did." Miss Lanning frowned in mock disapproval. "Teddy, I am very surprised. I understood you to be a good boy, and now I hear that you are making Miss Hill put her mouth on your penis." Teddy looked at her directly to explain himself. "She didn't mind, Miss Lanning, really. In fact, I never even asked her to do it. She just went ahead and did it. Honest." He hoped desperately that she would believe him. He dreaded the thought that Miss Lanning might actually think that he would force a girl to give him a blow job. But, as he protested his innocence, he couldn't help but notice how close the head of his penis, his cock, was from her own full, red lips. Miss Lanning met his eyes, pleased that she had gotten him to look directly at her. She smiled at him flirtatiously, fluttering her attractive eyes that she knew men found very appealing. Flirting with Teddy was not at all hard, holding his hardening dick just inches from her own appealing lips. "Well, Teddy, I know you are an honest boy. I am just so surprised that you and Penny would do such a thing." She suggestively licked her own lips as she looked into his eyes. "Do you like it when a girl puts her lips on your penis, Teddy?" Teddy again turned his head away. "Teddy, I want you to look me in the eyes. I want you to be honest with me. I am your nurse, and I need to know that you are being forthright and open." Teddy rolled his eyes in nervous exasperation but turned his attention back to her. He again noticed how pretty she was. How could anyone not notice? The scent of her perfume drifted up. He could feel an arousal beginning to stir. "That's better, Teddy." She released her tender hold on his testicles and once again began to lightly caress the head of his cock with her finger. "Did your penis get all big and hard when she put it in her little mouth?" Teddy could see and feel his penis swelling. He desperately hoped that she would change the subject. Miss Lanning kept her gaze focused on Teddy. "Don't look away, Teddy. Keep your eyes on me." She felt him hardening in her palm. She enveloped his entire shaft with her hand so his thickening wasn't so visually obvious. "Did you become hard when she used her lips and tongue on you?" She lightly pulled and stroked on his shaft with her right hand as she massaged the swelling head with the fingers of her left hand. "Yes, ma'am," he groaned in embarrassment and tension. "Was she holding onto to it with her hand while she licked and sucked you, Teddy?" "Yes," he said, trying not to notice how pretty Miss Lanning looked, how sexy she looked, holding his cock, circling a finger around and around the head of his cock, how sweet she smelled. It was just too much. She let go of his cock. It was now almost fully erect. It stuck out well out from him, still a bit bent though, not yet standing up straight. "My goodness, Teddy, just talking about such dirty things makes you have an erection." She moved back, acting like she was surprised and shocked. She brought her right hand to her mouth, covering it as if she was confused and flustered. "Teddy, look at yourself, you're getting a boner right in front of me." She looked up at him as if she was astonished. "I just don't know what to say. No young man has ever gotten an erection in front of me. This is really very inappropriate, young man." "Oh gosh, Miss Lanning, I am so sorry. I just couldn't help it. Please, I can get rid of it." He covered himself with his hands. "Just let me be alone for a bit. It will go down, I promise." "Teddy, what would you do if you were alone? You want to masturbate? Right here in the clinic?" she asked incredulously. She folded her arms under her breasts, pushing them up a bit to give them more prominence, as if that was even necessary. "Oh no, Miss Lanning." He seemed to be digging himself an ever deeper hole. Now Miss Lanning thought that he needed to jerk off in order to control himself. "I wouldn't do that. Honest. I just need some time, by myself." "Don't you try to hide yourself, young man." She gently but firmly pulled away his hands, exposing his swollen cock. It was like a rubber pole, bent over as it stood out from him. "Do you always get erections during a physical?" "No ma'am, really, I'm not like that." He felt terribly embarrassed. "Teddy, I am a professional nurse. You can be honest with me. Some boys do have difficulty controlling themselves." She returned her finger to his cock, lightly tracing it along the shaft. He again looked away. "Teddy, please, you must keep your eyes on me." He looked back down at her. There was really no way he could deny his sexual feelings. Her eyes were so very pretty, and he liked the way her red lips seem to glisten. Her handling of his cock even seemed to be affectionate, if not sensual, as she delicately slid her fingers up and down the shaft as she talked. "You're a horny little boy, aren't you, Teddy? You just can't help yourself." He shook his head, but he couldn't deny how nice her finger felt. He could see that he was beginning to swell even further. "Well, I just don't know if I can continue to conduct this exam with you so shamelessly displaying yourself this way. It's very disrespectful, you know," as she continued to caress and fondle his shaft. "I suppose though, Teddy, that it might in fact be helpful for you to have an erection, at least for the purposes of this exam. It will be much easier to detect abnormalities if the skin is pulled tight." She leaned back in her chair, as if considering various options. Teddy only wished that this would end soon. "Yes, that's what we'll do. Teddy, I want you to get it fully erect for me." "Miss Lanning!" Teddy exclaimed. "Here? Right in front of you?" "Well, yes, of course young man. You're already half erect now. It shouldn't take much additional effort on your part. Go ahead now, be a good boy, and do what you need to do to give yourself a stiff member." Teddy could feel his face becoming a deep red. "I won't disturb you. I will work on my notes. You just do what you normally do when you play with yourself." This was getting worse for Teddy. Now he had to even masturbate in front of her. Even Miss Harding hadn't made him do that. He looked at her pleadingly. "Teddy, please, come on. I have other patients waiting. One of the other nurses, perhaps even the doctor, will shortly want to use this room." He didn't need any more convincing. It was bad enough to have to humiliate himself in front of the nurse. He wasn't about to take the chance of someone else entering the room. He reached for his cock and began to stroke it. Miss Lanning pretended to be looking at her notes, but she occasionally glanced at Teddy as he fondled and stroked himself. She had never seen a man, let alone someone as young as Teddy, jerk himself off. Her boyfriend was rather traditional when it came to sex. She had once suggested that they watch each other masturbate but he wouldn't do it. He said it was demeaning. She nevertheless did it for him, hoping that he would eventually join her. 'Men can at times be so hypocritical when it came to sex,' she thought. Teddy at first tried to pretend that he was alone in his room at home. However, that was really impossible. The examining room was no bedroom. It was brightly lit and sterile. And, he would typically be lying down when he masturbated. Plus, he simply couldn't deny that he was doing it in front of the nurse. He turned his head away and closed his eyes, but he couldn't keep himself from feeling embarrassed and self-conscious. Miss Lanning couldn't resist half smiling as she watched Teddy play with himself. He was furiously working on his cock, just inches from her face. It was rather fun making him do that in front of her. She felt like a mother punishing a boy for abusing himself, making him do it in front of her to demonstrate how shameful it was to abuse yourself. Teddy could hear the sound of his hand slapping against his skin, the tell-tale sound of rapid pounding that he at times feared could be heard through the walls of his bedroom, perhaps even heard by his parents or his older sister. The thought of his sister brought back a memory. He recalled the time that his older sister did in fact walk in on him when he had failed to lock the door. She laughed uproariously at the sight of him lying on the bed, pounding away at his little hard dick. He had screamed in anger at her but the admission of being angry and embarrassed at being caught doing such a thing only added to her delight. In fact, she wouldn't even leave. He hid himself with his hands and demanded that she leave him alone, but she wouldn't go. She insisted that he finish his dirty deed right in front of her or she would go tell their parents what he was doing and then he would probably get into real big trouble. The thought of having to confess to his mother that he was masturbating seemed even worse. He knew that his mother would be very upset. She was very conservative and strict about such things. There was no telling what his mother might do. So, he did it. He jerked off right in front of his sister while she grinned and giggled, making fun of him the whole time. At first it was very difficult. He couldn't get his mind back on his fantasy. But, he then made up a new fantasy, and that was masturbating in front of his sister, in fact masturbating onto his sister, as if she was tied up and he was jerking off right into her face. She was taunting him, trying to stop him from cumming but it wasn't going to work. The sound of his sister's actual taunts then only helped to egg him on and he quickly came, spurting all over his chest, stomach, and fist. Some of it even splatted on his face. His sister covered her mouth in shock and quickly left the room. He subsequently wondered if perhaps it might be nice for her to catch him again sometime. The Lessons Ch. 12 This memory did help. In fact, he opened his eyes and looked at Miss Lanning. Maybe it wasn't so bad jerking off in front of an attractive, sexy nurse. His cock was just inches from her pretty face. It was like when Penny jerked him off in front of Miss Harding, and Miss Lanning was even prettier. He could feel his cock quickly swelling at the thought of actually cumming in front of Miss Lanning, maybe even shooting his cum onto her face. He knew that Penny might be jealous or annoyed but this time it really wasn't his fault. He was being told to do it. His cock quickly reached its maximum erection, now standing straight up, rigid and stiff. "Good boy, Teddy. You can stop now." Teddy had no interest at this point in stopping. He was enjoying himself. But, he knew that he would probably have gotten into quite a bit of trouble if he had in fact spurted his cum on Miss Lanning. Miss Harding had been forced to take it. Miss Lanning would likely become enraged and get him into trouble. He stopped, enjoying at least the fact that he was proudly displaying his erect manhood right in front of the pretty blue eyes of Miss Lanning. "Yes, now, let's take a look at this stiff fellow." Teddy grinned at her flattering remark. Miss Lanning closely inspected each centimeter of his shaft. She moved in close, fondling his dick with her fingers in the process, studying intently the texture of his rigid cock. Teddy was smiling broadly. He watched her breasts rise and fall through her tight uniform. As they fell he felt the soft warmth of her breath drift across the head of his cock. She pulled down on the shaft, which was difficult for the both of them as he was so stiff. He had to bend over a bit to help. She carefully traced her finger along the bulb of his head, studying in particular the tender skin beneath the sulcus. Her eyes were just inches away. Teddy imagined how fun it would be to just suddenly start spurting his load. The cum would smack hard right on her face, and maybe he wouldn't get into trouble. It wouldn't be like it was on purpose. He could claim that it was just an accident. She said herself that he was a horny young man. He began to imagine cumming and spurting his load all over her pretty face, trying to encourage himself to reach his orgasm. She was so very pretty, and smelled so nice, and the touch of her fingers felt so awfully good. Suddenly, however, they heard a knock on the door, which then quickly opened. Nurse Benning poked her head through the door. Miss Lanning grasped firmly Teddy's cock in her hand, holding the bulk of it within her grasp, trying to hide it from view. Fortunately, Teddy's back was to the door and Miss Benning could only see his bare butt. Miss Benning said, "I am sorry to interrupt, but Dr. Tibitt arrived early and he wanted me to let you know that he will shortly be needing this examination room, unless of course you need more time." Miss Lanning, however, had an inspiration. She drew her hand down a bit, uncovering the head of his cock and, once again, lightly stroked the tip with the fingers of her other hand. Teddy looked down at her in shock. "No, we are just about finished, Nurse Benning, but perhaps I can consult with you with regard to young Mr. Newman here." She let go of his hard dick, grasped his hips with both hands, and firmly turned him so that he was facing sideways to the door. His erect cock was firmly jutting out from him. Teddy blushed furiously. "Oh my gosh!" Miss Benning exclaimed, clearly in shock. "Yes, you see my problem, nurse. This young man just can't seem to control himself. Please, come in and shut the door, we certainly don't want to embarrass anyone in the hallway who might walk by." Miss Lanning was having difficulty not breaking out in laughter. She and Miss Benning were in fact good friends and had joked privately among themselves on a number of occasions how much fun it was to perform physicals on the handsome young men. Miss Benning in particular enjoyed examining the men of the football team. She found their tough masculine bodies to be so appealing, even arousing, and it was good fun to have them fully within her control, standing naked before her as she carefully tested for hernias, at times even going so far as to exam their prostates. Miss Lanning and Miss Benning would often compare notes about the various strengths and weaknesses of the masculine physiques they had examined, giggling over their fantasies of perhaps even someday giving one of the young men an erection. Miss Benning could see that her friend had apparently taken the next step. Teddy was no football player but he was still a cute young man caught with an embarrassing boner. "My gracious, young man," Miss Benning said, playing along. "Have you no shame? What would your mother think? Nurse Lanning, you must be simply mortified!" Miss Benning turned her head away in mock embarrassment but repeatedly stole glances at the befuddled and embarrassed boy. "I am, yes, very much upset, Nurse Benning. I have been attempting to perform an exam for sexual problems and he just sprouted up as if he was visiting a house of prostitution. Do you think of nurses as whores, as objects of your perverse imagination young man?" Teddy just shook his head in confused shame. "Well, Nurse Lanning, I don't see how you can complete the exam when he is in this state of condition. I mean, I can hardly bear looking at his disgusting erection." "Actually, Miss Benning, it was in fact easier to look for abnormalities when it is in an aroused state. I'm quite done now. He clearly has no signs of any problems and his urine specimen was normal." She turned to Teddy. "You are entirely well and healthy, Teddy, but I just don't know what to say about this ridiculous stiff organ of yours." "It's actually easier to perform an exam when the male is in aroused state?" Nurse Benning asked. "I had never thought of that. Let me take a look." "Certainly, Nurse." Miss Lanning placed her hands on Teddy's hips and directed him to walk toward Miss Benning. Teddy, blushing profusely, moved toward Miss Benning, his stiff dick waving back and forth as he stumbled toward her with his feet tangled in his pants. When he was just a foot away, Miss Benning reached out and grasped his pole. She didn't even bother to put on a glove, feeling his dick with her bare fingers. She moved her hand about its length, studying its texture. Her efforts though were closer to a fondling than to a clinical examination. Teddy enjoyed immensely the feel of yet another woman's touch on his erection. There was something very arousing about his situation. Two adult women, and very attractive ones at that, were now playing with his stiffy. But, still, it was also awfully embarrassing and the way they were talking about him didn't help. "Well, I do see what you mean. One can see and feel quite a bit better when it's so taut and engorged, but I must say that it's also a little uncomfortable to know that the boy is finding this to be sexually arousing." She turned her attention to Teddy. "You can control yourself, can't you young man. I mean, you are not going to ejaculate your sperm into my hand are you?" "No ma'am," Teddy whispered. Teddy was now quite afraid that he would. He wanted his erection to go down but the actions of Miss Benning were making this very difficult. Though if he did have an orgasm then all of this would end quite quickly. He wasn't at all sure which direction he wanted to go. Miss Benning squatted down in front him, providing him with a nice view down into the front of her uniform. Teddy could see a bit of her bra. He forced himself to look away. He knew it would not be at all a good idea to cum when his dick was pointed right at her face. "It's not a particularly large erection, though, is it Nurse Lanning. Isn't this young man a little small for his age?" Miss Benning inquired, now firmly stroking his cock with her right hand as she held onto the cheeks of his bare ass with her left to steady herself. Teddy's level of embarrassment increased further. He knew he was small. Penny didn't seem to mind, but he didn't like being reminded about it, particularly by attractive and mature ladies. "Really nurses, I am really very sorry, it will never happen again, please, I will just go now, I can get rid of it, I will just go." "I am not so sure we should let him leave like this, Nurse Lanning," Miss Benning suggested. "What do you suggest, Nurse Benning?" Miss Lanning inquired. She actually wasn't too sure how to end this. "Well, if this was my patient, I would give him a sharp spanking. I think a few smacks on his little bare bottom would teach him a lesson," she said, at the same time sweetly fondling the cheeks of his butt with her left hand, still running her right hand up and down his shaft, the red bulb of his cock appearing and disappearing in her tightly enclosed fist. Teddy was now struggling to ignore the intense pleasure of her hand. If this lasted much longer he would have to cum. "I would agree with you, nurse, but we can't spank him here," Miss Lanning replied. "The walls of the examination rooms are much too thin for that. I'm certain that would draw attention and I would not want to embarrass him further." She would in fact love to embarrass him further but she knew that they would be the ones getting into trouble if somebody came in while they were spanking one of the male students. "Hmm, I suppose you're right, but I'm not so sure that it's his feelings that we should be considering. He is clearly not being considerate of our feelings. Do you know, young man, that exhibitionism is a crime? You could be in a lot of trouble for this." Teddy could feel the beginning signs of an impending orgasm. "Please nurse, please, stop, I don't think I can last much longer." Nurse Benning immediately let go and brought her hand to her mouth in shock. Teddy's cock was very stiff; the head was a purple, angry bulb. "My goodness, Nurse Lanning, the young man is actually going to have an orgasm! He wants to ejaculate his disgusting sperm during a professional exam." She stood up and took Teddy by the arm over to the examining table. He stumbled along as best he could. The sudden end of her pounding fist, along with her sharp tongue, allowed him to regain control of his arousal. She bent Teddy over the end of the table, as if she was going to conduct a prostate exam. "Well, I do have an alternative. Young man, keep yourself bent over. In fact, spread your cheeks for me." Teddy felt mortified but he did as he was told. He reached behind himself and grasped his behind, pulling apart his butt cheeks, exposing to their view his puckered anus. This was something he had never done in front of a female before, not even Penny. He felt very vulnerable, exposed, and humiliated, bent over in front of two attractive nurses, spreading his cheeks wide while showing off his erection. Nurse Lanning was now openly smiling as Teddy's face was buried in the mat of the examining table. Nurse Benning caught her eye and winked at her as she reached into one of the cupboards to remove a plastic bottle with a three inch tube sticking out. "Yes, this will do nicely. I believe that what this young man needs is a good enema." She brought out one of the fleet enema kits at times used before a proctology exam. "What?!" Teddy exclaimed. He had never had an enema before. He knew that they could be painful but that wasn't really the worst of it. He certainly didn't want to be given an enema by two attractive nurses while they mocked him for having an erection. "Excellent idea, Nurse Benning," Miss Lanning chimed in. "An enema is always good medicine. It's never harmful and it's appropriate to at times have a thorough cleaning. Here, I will help out." Nurse Lanning still had on her plastic examination gloves. She retrieved some lubrication from the desk drawer and applied it to her right index finger. She then stood next to Teddy and leaned onto his back with her bent left arm to keep him steady. She paused a bit to enjoy the sight of his young boyish bottom all spread open for her amusement. She openly smiled, suppressing a laugh as she brought the wad of lubrication to his fully exposed anus. Teddy grimaced at the first touch and clenched his eyes shut, trying to shut out the embarrassing sensation and the knowledge of what was happening. He could at least take some comfort in finding that his erection was finally beginning to diminish. Nurse Lanning worked her finger over and around his puckered asshole, enjoying the sensation of the innocent folds and crevices of the young man's butt hole. She forcefully shoved her finger deep into his ass. Teddy jumped, not so much in pain but in discomfort and shock. He did experience some pain but it was from the head of his cock jamming into the metal side of the examination table. He still had quite a bit of erection left but he knew that this discomfort would soon get rid of it entirely, and there was substantial discomfort as the nurse worked her finger in and out of his asshole, even screwing it around, causing him to shift and squirm as he continued to keep his cheeks spread. Nurse Benning brought her hand to her mouth to keep from laughing. She positioned herself directly behind Teddy, holding the enema bottle in her right hand. "Excellent, Miss Lanning, I think he's sufficiently lubed," she said, trying to keep the sound of delight from being evident in her voice. Miss Lanning removed her finger. "Mr. Newman," she asked. "Have you had a good bowel movement today?" Well, actually he hadn't. Usually he did have to go to the bathroom before class, but this morning he had come straight to the doctor's office. He hadn't thought that anything like this was going to happen, but did he really have to talk about this to them? He decided to lie. "Yes ma'am. Yes, I'm fine." "Really?" Nurse Lanning replied, her skepticism evident in the tone of her voice. It seemed to me that you felt a little compacted in there. I could swear that I might have even felt some poop ready for discharge." Teddy's erection was now dropping fast. Nurse Benning then shoved the tube up his butt, causing Teddy to again jump and this time even quietly yelp in surprise. "Well," Miss Benning said, "I guess if you have recently evacuated then you will be able to take a good load." She tipped the bottle up and squeezed hard on the plastic, forcing the contents into his rectum. Teddy grimaced. "Oh, my, oh gosh," he groaned, squirming as his rectum quickly filled with liquid. "Now you keep a firm grip on the tube, Teddy, we don't want any accidents here in the examination room." Nurse Benning removed her gloves, reached around with her left hand and firmly grasped his cock, which was now almost fully limp. She wrapped her warm hand around its length and began to massage and stroke it back to erection. "We will need to keep you stiff as we insert the liquid, Teddy. Sometimes pressure on the prostate through an enema can cause involuntary emissions from the penis. I will need to keep track of this. Nurse Lanning, why don't you get a second bottle. I am sure that he can have a double enema, given that his bowels were so empty." "Oh no, Nurse Benning," Teddy protested, "I don't know if I can take two of them. I really don't know." "Now, don't you worry young man," Miss Benning reassured him, "We are professional nurses and we will take good care of you." She let go of the enema bottle, chuckled at the sight of it sticking out of his butt, and sweetly patted his behind as she fondled and stroked his slowly erecting cock. "Keep a good hold on the bottle, Teddy." Nurse Lanning brought over a second bottle. "Teddy, I'm going to remove the first bottle, be sure to keep your sphincter clenched shut. If you have any leakage we will probably need to conduct further tests." Teddy had no idea what these further tests might be but he sure wasn't going to take a chance on finding out. He gripped down hard with his anus as Nurse Lanning removed the tube, feeling at the same time his cock swelling in the sensual hand of Nurse Benning. As soon as she removed the first bottle, Nurse Lanning inserted the second. She used both hands to squeeze down hard on the plastic container, forcing the second dosage into his rectum. Teddy groaned, this time in considerable discomfort. He could feel pressure on his stomach. He felt like he had to go real, real bad. He let go of his butt cheeks and gripped the mat. "Well, that's the second one," Miss Lanning reported. "I'm going to pull this one out now Teddy. You be sure to keep your little poop hole shut." She almost laughed out loud at her remark. She pulled the tube out. They both could see how tightly his butt cheeks were clenched. He was squirming a bit, which increased the stimulation and pleasure of Miss Benning's hand on his cock. However, she now let go of his dick as he was, once again, fully erect. They both stood back. "Alright then, Teddy," Miss Lanning announced. "You are free to go. The examination and lab tests revealed no abnormalities. You have received a healthy enema and I believe you are ready now for your first class. Gee, in fact, you really don't have much time left to get there." Teddy looked up at the clock. She was right. There was just 15 minutes before class. Fortunately the building was right next door but he obviously had to go to a bathroom first, and right away. He quickly stood up. The two nurses didn't hide the smirks on their faces as his cock waved around as he jumped and pranced, trying to keep his butt cheeks tightly closed as he untangled his boxers and pants from around his feet. They thought it would be fun to give him a couple of smacks but they knew that might be going too far. They also didn't want him to lose control, at least not until he got out of the clinic. If Teddy looked them in the face he would have seen their bemused smiles but he felt too embarrassed to do so. He hastened to get his boxers and slacks back up and buckled. Unfortunately, his erection was notably evident through his loose boxers and slacks. Penny had made it clear to him that she liked him in boxers, as it made it easier for her to play with him whenever she got the inkling. "Uh, where can I go to the bathroom?" "Well, Teddy, normally you could use the washroom right down the hall here, but I'm afraid that the physical plant staff are in there right now for repairs. The nearest restrooms are next door in the chemistry building." Teddy rolled his eyes; could this get any worse? He was relieved though to finally be able to cover himself up and he knew that he was now going to be able to leave. It wouldn't be easy but he could probably make it to the chemistry restrooms and, frankly, they might be better. He knew that he would be making a lot of noise and he didn't much care for doing that right next to the waiting room. "But, Teddy," Nurse Lanning interjected, "You will need to take these forms to the receptionist before you leave. All of the patients much check out before they go." She handed him the results of her examination and the lab findings. "Yes ma'am," Teddy groaned, still not able to look them in their eyes. He grabbed the clinic and lab forms in his left hand, using his right hand to hold his textbooks closely against his crotch to hide his erection. He almost plunged out of the room, bent over in discomfort from the mild cramping and severe bloating. It was a bit of a struggle to get to the receptionist's desk. He knew he looked immensely silly, clutching a textbook to his crotch and slumped over, walking in rapid but short steps. However, he was at least at a clinic. For all the persons sitting in the waiting room knew he had hurt his knee or something. The Lessons Ch. 12 The receptionist though was a bit surprised at his posture and his apparent discomfort. He was fine when he came in. She figured though that he probably just received some painful shots, looks like even perhaps in his derriere. Teddy pranced and jumped as she carefully looked over the forms. He wanted her to hurry so badly. He imagined how terrible it would be if he lost control of his bowels right there, in front of everybody. Actually, just thinking about it made it worse. He tried to take his mind off of it, but that wasn't easy. The good news is that his erection was now rapidly going back down, although his balls ached for relief. The receptionist finished with the forms and told him sweetly he was free to go, but noting that perhaps he better hurry if he had a 9:00 o'clock class. Teddy exclaimed that he certainly did and dashed out of the clinic. He started to run to the next building but found that this made it harder to keep his anus tightly shut. He then reverted to walking real fast. He looked like someone in a walking race, taking very fast but short steps, his hips and arms going back and forth real fast. He hoped nobody that he knew would see him. When he got to the restroom he quickly entered a stall, dropped his pants and relieved himself. It was a tremendous sense of relief, although very noisy and stinky. However, there was only one other person in the room and he hadn't recognized him, so it wasn't too bad. Normally it would still be very embarrassing, but in comparison to what he just went through, making sounds of diarrhea in front of a stranger was nothing. The thought crossed his mind to relief himself sexually as well. His testicles felt quite full. They even hurt a bit. However, the stink of his evacuation wasn't particularly pleasing, to say the least, and he found that as soon as he thought he was finished he had to go again. By the time he felt confident to stop, he was already a few minutes late. He got dressed, cleaned up, and rushed to class. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . After class Teddy went looking for Penny. He needed help. He needed reassurances about his masculinity, he needed his self-esteem to be rebuilt, he needed to find someone who would believe what had happened, and he needed to cum. His balls really ached. In an hour they would both be in their English Lit class. However, he knew that Penny often spent time in the quad beforehand, reading her romance novels. They put her in the right mood for English literature. Penny, however, wasn't there. He looked around but she was nowhere in sight. He sighed in disappointment. Well, he would see her in class. In fact, it was perhaps best that she wasn't around. Once he told her what had happened she would want to do some crazy, risky sex thing. Actually, that wouldn't be so bad, but he also knew that he wouldn't be able to last long. He was not a particularly confident young man regarding his sexual abilities. He didn't like disappointing Penny. It was bad enough that he was so small. Premature ejaculation just made matters worse. So, he would at times jerk off prior to a date. He figured that would help him last longer. He was now in particularly tough shape after having been repeatedly stimulated short of orgasm by the two nurses. He decided to find a safe spot to take care of himself. He went to the gym. Any private place would do. He decided to go to the one of the closets off of the gym floor. However, when he entered the gym he noticed that some of the cheerleaders were practicing their routines at the far side of the gym. This could be a fortunate turn of events. They hadn't seen him come in. He quietly snuck under the partially opened bleacher seats. He could easily see through the slits between the wood, yet be concealed enough that they would not notice him. He looked around to be sure that he was correct that they were the only ones in the gym. They were indeed alone, and the only view of him would be just off to his left. He would be able to hear someone come in and could easily crouch down behind the supports to hide. He quietly put down his books and peaked through the slats to watch the girls practice. The girls were Pam, Julie, Lisa, April, and Jackie. They were a sexy sight in their short colorful skirts that barely covered their red panties. He knew that they were not really panties, just part of the uniform. Nevertheless, it was fun to see them jump and twirl around, purposely letting their skirts fly up so that everybody in the school could get quick peaks underneath. The name, "Templeton," was proudly emblazoned across their young breasts. Pam and Jackie were particularly well endowed. Teddy wondered if they were even wearing bras today, as their boobs seemed to be flouncing around much more than during a football or basketball game. His cock quickly swelled at the sight. He unzipped his pants and reached in to fondle his growing cock. It did not take him long to get hard. He again checked to be sure that he was alone. He was now glad that he was wearing the boxers as he easily extracted his erect cock through the flap. He started to pull on his dick. He knew that this would not take long. He imagined that the girls were dancing purposely for him, serving as his wanton slaves to cheer and prance before him as he jerked off onto their uniforms. "Alright girls," Pam, one of the cheerleaders, said. "You know the rules. The first one to break has to take off her panties." The other four giggled. 'What?' Teddy thought. Did he hear that correctly? In his lust and fantasy he must have misheard what she said. Just in case he heard correctly, he stopped stroking himself. Perhaps he didn't want to cum right away. "Alright then, legs apart," Pam instructed. They stood in a line just a few feet beyond the bleachers, their legs spread apart so far that they risked losing their balance. "Now, bend over, give three wiggles of your bottoms, each followed by a pom-pom wave, and then snap back up. Ready?" This was one of their more difficult tricks. It was difficult to wiggle your bottom with your legs so widely spread, and often one of them lost her balance. They wanted to get this routine down. They knew it was a bit provocative but then much of what they did was clearly flirtatious. They understood that they were eye candy for the boys and they didn't mind one bit. Teddy grabbed hold of his cock as they bent over, their skirts slowly rising, their thighs straining to hold their balance. "OK then, now the wiggles." Each of them flipped up her skirt and gave a wiggle. Julie's skirt hung up on her back, providing Teddy a nice sustained view of her round little ass as she wiggled it provocatively just yards away from his eyes. She then lifted her head to shake the pom poms but lost her balance and had to step forward. The other four girls laughed. "Off they come, Julie," Pam instructed, a wicked smile on her face. They often played these little games among themselves. It spiced up the practice. They knew it was a little risky to be doing this in the gym, but nobody was scheduled to use it for a few more hours, and it was even more fun to feel like they were taking a chance. One time the hunk Alex Matthews had walked in when four of them were without their panties (the entire squad included 12 girls). The girls still wearing their panties couldn't stop laughing while those without blushed profusely, with the exception of Pam. Pam even went up to Alex and engaged him in conversation, flirtatiously swinging her hips as they talked. Lisa was shocked at the risk she was taking, but everyone agreed later that it was good fun. Alex didn't seem to have a clue what was so funny or why some of the girls appeared to be so nervous. The other girls giggled as Julie pulled down her red panties. Teddy's eyes widened with delight. His day had started off terrible but now his luck was beginning to turn. "If you make another mistake, you have to go crawl the tunnel," Pam reminded her. The tunnel meant crawling between their legs as they spanked her bare behind. "I know," Julie glumly answered. She tossed her panties onto her uniform bag, her face flushed with embarrassment. "Back to position girls," Pam instructed. They again stood in the line, legs widely spread. Teddy waited in rapt anticipation. His cock swelling hard even without his hand. He just let it wave in the air. It was kind of exciting to be showing off his erect cock out in the open as the cheerleaders inadvertently exposed themselves to him. If they knew that he could see them, they would be very embarrassed. "Bend over." Each of them bent over. Teddy focused his attention on Julie, his cock twitching in anticipation. "Let's have those wiggles." Each girl flipped up her skirt and, thank goodness for consistency, Julie's skirt again went all the way up and over her bottom to lie across her back. Her naked bottom was now fully displayed to Teddy; and it was a very pretty sight. She had the cutest little fanny; so white, pure, and round. The little pouch of her cunnie peaked out between her thighs, only so lightly fuzzed such that he could easily see her tender furrow. His eyes traveled up to see her puckered anus peaking out through her cheeks, which were spread by her rather obscene pose. He now squeezed hard on his cock. He knew he could cum soon, but he decided to wait a bit to see if this show might get even better. "Now the wiggle," Pam instructed. Teddy's eyes were glued on the lascivious fanny of Julie. She swung her hips in small sideway movements, as if she was trying to purposely get him excited. She was doing a good job. "Darn!" Lisa exclaimed. It was now Lisa's turn to take off her panties. Lisa was the shortest and the cutest of the five girls. She liked to wear her blonde hair in a pony tail, which only made her seem younger. They often teased her about being fresh out of a junior high cheerleading squad. Unfortunately for Teddy, she was facing him when she removed her panties. The thought that she was now naked beneath her skirt though was still enticing. Looking at her he was reminded of Penny. A feeling of doubt and guilt swept through him but he couldn't turn away now and, frankly, he wondered perhaps if Penny might even understand. How could a boy decline such an opportunity? "Once again, girls." They resumed their positions. Jackie and April were giggling in anticipation. Once they started these games it wasn't always clear that they didn't fail on purpose. They all enjoyed the girlie titillation. "Bend and wiggle, then snap and swing," Pam instructed. This time Julie's skirt did not clear her bottom. He only got a quick look at her little cunnie and only part of her bare fanny before the skirt came back down. He turned his attention quickly to Lisa, just in time to see her stumble forward. The other three broke out in laughter. Julie clapped her hands. Jackie pointed her finger at Lisa and said, "Through the tunnel, Lisa." Lisa scowled at them but walked toward Teddy's hiding place behind the bleachers to get ready for her punishment. The girls formed a line with their legs spread to provide a tunnel through which Lisa would have to crawl, receiving spanks as she went. Lisa sighed in exasperation. She had done this many times before. She didn't really mind. It was an innocent way to get naked and do naughty sexy things, but she did always feel a little silly. She first looked around the gym to be sure that nobody could see her. Fortunately for Teddy he was right behind her. She didn't consider that somebody might be hiding underneath the bleachers. She got down on her hands and knees. "Lift up your skirt, Lisa. We want a good target," Pam ordered. "Yes, Pam," Lisa reluctantly agreed. She slowly pulled up her skirt, providing Teddy with an exciting exposure. Her diminutive bottom was a pure delight. He couldn't see her anus but just her peewee fanny was intoxicating. He could even see a teeny mound trying to peek out from between her thighs. From this distance, he couldn't tell if she had much hair. If she did, it was sparse. The little pouch was pure white with an innocent slit running down the center. She waved her bottom back and forth before she began her crawl. Teddy decided to cum now. It would be an image that he would love to remember in future nights by himself. "Teddy Newman!" Teddy turned in surprise to see Polly standing just outside of the underside of the bleachers. Her hands were at her hips in angry shock at the sight of Teddy pounding on his exposed cock. "Let me explain," Teddy quickly pleaded, rapidly trying to get his cock back into his pants to hide the evidence. "You come out of there right now," she angrily commanded. The girls quickly turned their attention to the noise. Lisa jumped up and straightened her skirt. At first they couldn't see anything, although they could hear the voices. Peering into the bleachers they finally made out a bit of color of Teddy's clothes. They realized that somebody had been peeping at them. Lisa put her hand to her mouth in embarrassment, realizing that she had provided him with a very juicy view of her most personal spots. Teddy got his books and reluctantly stepped out from under the bleachers. His luck had run bad again. He blushed furiously with shame, knowing that he had been caught red-handed, so to speak. He approached Polly slowly, trying to think of something to say that would help him get out of this, but he couldn't think of anything. Polly was the head cheerleader. She had gone to get water bottles, leaving Pam temporarily in charge. Teddy had become so engrossed with the sight of Lisa's bare bottom that he hadn't even heard her enter the gym. "I'm really sorry, Polly, please, I'll leave right away." "Leave? You think you can just leave? I know what you were doing. You come out of there and march right over and apologize to the girls. What a disgusting boy you are!" She grabbed Teddy by the arm and marched him around the bleachers to the other five girls. They gasped in shock as they saw them emerge from around the corner of the bleachers. Pam's eyes traveled quickly to Teddy's crotch, as a bulge from his erection was still very evident. "Look at the perverted rat I found under the bleachers, girls. The dirty little Teddy Newman." The girls had heard about what had happened in Mr. Peters' class, that Teddy had been caught playing with himself as Mr. Peters punished Sara. It was not surprising to now catch him peeping at them. "You tell them what you were doing, Teddy," Polly ordered, shoving Teddy in the back toward the five girls. "Uh, I am sorry, girls," Teddy meekly apologized, his head bowed in guilt. "I was watching you practice." "You were doing more than that, Teddy," Polly asserted. "Tell them what you were doing." "Please, Polly, I am truly sorry. I will do anything, just don't tell anybody, please." "Tell them, Teddy, and maybe I won't turn you in." Teddy looked sheepishly at the girls. Pam, April, and Jackie were clearly angry. Julie looked a little flustered and Lisa was mortified. She was glancing at her panties, thinking that perhaps she should get them out of his sight, but not wanting to draw any more attention to the fact that her panties were off. "Um," Teddy hesitated. Polly shoved him again. "Ok, uh, I was playing with myself while I was watching, but I didn't see anything, honest." "Oh my gosh!" exclaimed Lisa. She hid her face in her hands and ran past him to the bleachers. She sat down in the front row, hiding her face in shock and embarrassment "You were holding your thing while you peeped at me?! This is so awful." Julie blushed profusely, knowing that he had perhaps seen her as well. "Like, how much of a pig are you?" Pam said angrily. "I wondered why your pants are sticking out." Teddy looked down and covered himself with his hands. He shuffled his feet. April grimaced. "Disgusting. You're such a perv, Teddy." "How long were you there, Teddy?" Julie asked, hoping that he had just come in. "Not long, honest," he replied, knowing full well why she was asking. At least he got away with that lie. "I really am sorry, Lisa, honestly." Polly said, "That isn't enough, Teddy. You know you could be arrested for this. I'm going to tell the Dean." Teddy turned to Polly. "No, please don't do that. I am so very sorry. I'll do anything, really." "Well, I suppose we could work something out." Polly stood with her arms folded, contemplating the situation. She could turn Teddy into the Dean but then everybody would know about their little pantie removal parties. That might be even worse for them. Teddy already had a bad reputation. He had much less to lose. Besides, they would lose an opportunity to have fun with Teddy. Teddy repeated his plea. "Anything, Polly, I'll do anything." Polly smiled at the offer. "Alright then. It seems only fair that if you got to see Lisa's personal parts, that we should get to see yours." Lisa stopped rocking and pulled her hands from her face. It was Teddy's turn to grimace, but he knew that it was only fair, and anything had to be better than being turned into the Dean. He would likely get expelled for jerking off while watching the cheerleaders practice. Even if he wasn't expelled, the shame would be horrible. He glumly nodded his acquiescence and slowly unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his slacks. Pam and Jackie smiled. Lisa watched in surprise. Teddy looked at Polly, lamely hoping for a reprieve. Polly, however, just stepped up to him and quickly pulled down his slacks. All six girls started to giggle. It was very funny to see a boy standing with his pants down at his ankles, particularly when he has an evident erection. His boxers did little to hide his arousal. They stuck out in front of him, stretched across the round head of his cock pushing against the fabric. Teddy liked to show off a stiffy to Penny when he was wearing boxers, teasing her with the "big" surprise that was not really hidden at all. However, now he just felt silly, even childish, standing there with a tent pole sticking the cloth out. "Look girls," Polly exclaimed. "Teddy is wearing grown up underwear but it seems the little boy can't seem to control himself." They all laughed. Polly then reached out squeezed the head of his cock through the thin, loose fabric. Teddy grimaced in embarrassment. "Is this as big as your little stiffy gets, Teddy?" Polly turned him sideways so that the tent pole effect was evident to all of them. She batted and flicked it a few times, causing it to jump around in his boxers, like it was trying to find its way out, pushing out at different locations, trying to find an opening. It was excruciatingly embarrassing to Teddy but the friction of the cloth, the touch of her fingers, and the evident interest of the cheerleaders was stimulating all the same. Polly stepped back. "Pull them down, Teddy. Let's see the little chap in person." Teddy grimaced, closed his eyes, and pulled down his boxers. His erection was pulled down as he first lowered the boxers but then sprung up stiff and straight when it breached the waistband. "Like, look how little he is," Jackie said. They laughed. Even Lisa felt better. The tables were now turned. Teddy was a bit on the small size. Teddy's face flushed. This might now be even worse than the nurses. He could feel the swelling go down, and the girls noticed. "Oh, poor baby is losing his boner," Polly teased. "Is the little man scared?" Boys could often be very intimidating. They were so much bigger, stronger, and assertive. It was nice to see one shrinking before their eyes, figuratively and literally. Pam leaned over to look more closely at Teddy's shrinking penis. She smiled as she reached out with a finger and tweaked the head. It wobbled back and forth. "Sit down on the bleacher, Teddy," Pam ordered. The Lessons Ch. 12 Teddy shuffled over to the bleachers, his feet again tangled in his slacks and boxers. He knew he looked like an idiot. Polly smacked him on his butt as he walked by. All the girls laughed. April then came up as well, and gave his bare bottom a smack. Pam joined in as well. Most of them gave him playful smacks on his butt as he tried to get to the bleachers. Julie laughed and laughed at the sight, his half erect penis swinging as he struggled to get away. "This isn't fair, girls," Teddy protested, trying to move fast, avoid the smacks, yet not fall down. "I think you went way past fair yourself, Teddy," Polly argued, rather effectively. Teddy got to the bleachers and sat down. Pam then crouched down in front of him and grasped the head of his half erect cock. "Let's see if we can get this little man to stand at attention again, what do you think girls?" "Oh yes," April exclaimed. "That will be good fun." She scampered over to sit to the right of Teddy. "That's a very nice plan," Polly agreed, sitting down to the left of Teddy. Pam looked into Teddy's eyes. "Do we think we can get the little squirt to squirt for us?" she teased, as she massaged the head of his penis in between her thumb and forefinger. April leaned into his side. He could feel her small breasts press against his arm. She reached down into his lap and tenderly held his testicles in her hand. "Oh my, he has dinky boy balls. I don't think he will squirt much of anything." She squeezed them with her hand. Teddy furled his brow. "Oh, am I hurting the little soldier?" She squeezed again, and he scowled at her. "Is he going to cry for his mommy?" She caressed his testicles with her fingers, confusing him as to her intentions. Polly brought her right arm around his shoulder and leaned in as well. He could now feel the breasts of both girls pressing into him on both sides. Polly's were particularly noteworthy. He again wondered if Polly was wearing a bra. He was being humiliated by the girls but their breasts and hands did feel good. The scent of their sweet feminine bodies drifted across his face. Jackie sat behind him, pressing her ample breasts against his back while she tickled his ear lobe and curled her fingers in his hair. They were very sexy girls. Heck, they were cheerleaders, and they were cuddling up to him as they played with his dick and balls. He closed his eyes. This was actually much better than he had even been fantasizing. These cheerleaders weren't just giving him a show, they were caressing him. He felt Polly's hand grasp the shaft of his cock, underneath the hand of Pam that was caressing the head. "Let's make him squirt all over himself," Polly suggested. She began to move her hand up and down his thickening shaft as Pam continued to caress the cockhead with her fingers. Pam momentarily let go to watch his cock swelling up. The head was now engorged with blood, becoming a deep red. She looked up at Teddy. "I bet you would like me to kiss it, wouldn't you, Teddy. Would you like the cheerleader to wrap her lips around your rod, maybe to even suck you off so you could shoot your nasty hot cum in her mouth?" "Pam!" April admonished, shocked by what she was hearing. "Geez, like," she caught Pam's eyes and gave her a horrified expression. Pam laughed. "But I won't do that, Teddy. I'm not that kind of girl. You'll have to ask Penny to do that for you, won't you. Does she give you blow jobs, Teddy?" Teddy turned his head, trying not to hear what she was saying, but not being able to hide the fact that he was again fully aroused. He shyly nodded. The girls shrieked in laughter. "Totally gross!" Julie exclaimed. "Penny, like, puts this thing in her mouth?" Even Lisa was now very curious. She got up from her seat and came over to look. "Hey, let me see, girls." Pam let go of Teddy's dick and stepped back to make room for Lisa. Lisa stared intently at Teddy's erect cock. She was the least experienced of the girls. In fact, she was not at all experienced. All of the other girls had various degrees of sexual experience but Lisa hadn't even yet seen an erect cock. She leaned down to look more closely. It didn't look very threatening. She always figured that a boy's erect cock would be huge and menacing. Teddy's just looked a little silly. She reached out to touch it. "Go ahead," Pam encouraged her. "Give him a few jerks." Lisa cringed at the suggestion, but she did get a firm grip on the shaft. It felt odd: hard, yet the flesh was also soft. She moved her hand up and down the shaft. Teddy sighed with pleasure, feeling the soft innocent hand of Lisa jerking him off while the breasts of Jackie and Polly pressed against him, and the hand of April played with his testicles. They could say anything they wanted. This was so nice. He wanted to spurt his cum for Lisa, even at Lisa. She might even like being the one who made him cum. Lisa smiled. She realized that jerking off a boy could in fact be kind of fun. She wanted to see him ejaculate. This would be the first time she ever saw such a thing. She started to move her hand more quickly. "Hold on Lisa," Polly said. "We don't want to let him off that easily. Let's make the little man crawl through the tunnel." "Oh yes!" exclaimed Pam. "Cool idea," April agreed. They all got up from the bleachers to get in line. Lisa reluctantly let go. She got to the back of the line and spread her legs to make room. 'Man,' Teddy thought. Not again. His balls were now beginning to really ache. He wanted, he needed, to cum so bad. "On your hands and knees, Teddy," Polly ordered. Teddy knew exactly what she wanted him to do, as he had seen Lisa getting ready to crawl the tunnel. He started to take off his pants and boxers. "Keep them on, Teddy. The fact that they will make it harder for you to crawl will be all for the better." Pam stood off to the side to watch. Jackie, Julie, Polly, April, and Lisa, in that order, stand in a line in front of him. Their legs spread and arched, making as much room as possible for him. They were looking forward to spanking his bare ass as he was forced to crawl through. Pam would also have enjoyed spanking him but she was more amused by the sight of his erect cock sticking out beneath him. She enjoyed the sight of erect cocks. It was rumored that she had given a number of boys a blow job. She wouldn't deny it, if she was asked about it by the right guy. She liked doing it. She preferred large masculine looking cocks but she also enjoyed the cute boyish cocks. She was looking forward to watching Teddy shoot his load. She always found it exciting to see a man cum. It was so violent and exciting. Julie and Lisa realized that they still didn't have their panties on but Teddy wouldn't be able to see anything as he crawled along the floor. He would be concentrating on seeing where he was going and where he was placing his hands in order to get through as fast as possible. That was certainly their own focus of attention when they had to crawl the tunnel. If asked, Teddy would have agreed. The only thing on his mind was to get through the tunnel as fast as possible and with the least humiliation. He wasn't thinking about anything else, other than how stupid he looked. Maybe if he got through this fast they would resume playing with him. He looked at Pam for permission to start. "Go ahead, crawl the tunnel to get your spanking," Pam instructed. Teddy took off as fast as he could. It was a comical sight. His movements were very clumsy with his pants and boxers tangled at his feat, his erect cock swinging back and forth and bobbing up and down. Pam imagined that it would be fun if they had tied a bell to it. Teddy's face flushed with embarrassment as they started spanking and swatting him as he went. The gym rang with the noise of the slapping of hands on bare ass. Teddy squealed in protest and the girls shrieked with laughter. Polly even held him for a bit when he tried to get through her legs. She gave him a bunch of extra smacks. Teddy yelled at her. "Let go, Polly! That's unfair. I don't deserve this," but he knew that he had to just take the punishment. As she held him he tried to pretend that this was just a game that was fun for all of them. It still wasn't a bad fantasy, being spanked by a line of cheerleaders. Pam, however, wasn't helping. She was laughing hysterically and making jokes about his small boner waving beneath him, as if he was an excited puppy. When Polly let go he shot quickly through the legs of April and entered the tunnel of Lisa. She was so much smaller than the others and he was, at least, above average in size when compared to a girl, that it wasn't easy to get through her legs. He slipped and fell against her leg. Lisa shrieked and Teddy rolled over, causing her to fall down as he was turning over. She fell smack on him, her cunt falling right onto his face. The sight of her hairless little cunnie falling down onto him turned the humiliation into great fun. Teddy reached up, instinctively to break her fall but actually to cop a quick feel of her little bottom as she fell onto him. The feel of her soft cunt mound on his face was really nice. He could even feel her slit go across his nose and onto his mouth as she slide down his face. A smile of satisfaction crossed his face and he could not resist giving her a quick lick on her hairless slit. He thought this would be a great time to cum, with his lips on her young pussy and her own face just inches from his cock. He knew he would shoot with considerable force. It would be so nice to shoot off into her face while he licked her cunnie. He gripped her buns, licked again, and tried to let himself give into an orgasm. Lisa shrieked in shock. No boy had ever even seen her there before and now she was literally sitting on Teddy's face. She could feel his nose against her cunnie when she first landed and then, even worse, his lips when she slid down. His hands were even up her skirt, grasping the cheeks of her bottom. "Oh my!" she squealed when she felt what seem to be his tongue lap against her slit. She tried to pull away but he had a firm grip on her bottom. 'My goodness,' she thought, 'he is actually licking my private part!' Her eyes widened in shock, only to see just inches from her face the swollen red plum of his swelling erect cock. Her friends didn't help. They in fact found it funny. Pam suggested, "Lisa, maybe you should give him a kiss. He seems to be kissing you." "Not funny!" Lisa objected. She forcefully twisted her bottom and Teddy let go. He didn't try to hold her back. He hadn't forgotten he was the one being punished and he didn't want to make matters worse. Besides, he had no ill feelings toward Lisa and he really didn't want to upset her. He had hoped that she would just find it as innocent fun. Lisa scrambled to her feet. Teddy got as much of a view up her skirt as he could as she extricated herself from his face. However, as soon as she could she pushed her skirt in between her legs to hide any further exhibition. She jumped off of him and dashed to the side of Polly. "Alright, Teddy, get up," Polly ordered. Teddy struggled to his feet, his slacks and boxers still tangled around his ankles. The girls, with the exception of Lisa, continued to openly joke about his erection. "Even getting a spanking doesn't seem to bring him down," Jackie noted. "Yes," Polly observed. "I think it's time that he shows us what he can do with that thing." Teddy had a number of ideas of how he could do that. However, none of them included a pom-pom: Polly picked up one of her pom-poms and approached him. "Bend over, Teddy, and spread them," she ordered. The girls now howled in laughter, instantly figuring out her intentions, as did Teddy. "Please, Polly, don't do that. Not in front of everyone." "You should have thought about that before." Teddy's face was a beet red as he bent over and, once again, shamefully spread the cheeks of his bottom while his erection stood out in front. Polly hesitated at first to admire the amusing sight of the young man's puckered anus. This is something she had never done with a boy before. She had never even had touched or even looked at a guy's butt hole before. She now found the sight of Teddy's childish rosebud entertaining, even a little pleasing. She placed her left hand on his bare ass to steady herself and Teddy, and then guided the thin staff of the pom-pom carefully into his rectum. Teddy closed his eyes and looked away from the girls lined up in front of him, giggling and pointing. Polly also laughed as she shoved the staff up his rectum until it was firmly lodged inside. She stepped back and admired her handiwork. "Don't you think he would make a good mascot for the squad?" she playfully asked. Teddy stood back up, and sighed in humiliation as he heard the plastic streamers of the pom-pom swish in the air behind him. "Don't let if fall out, Teddy." Polly warned. "If it does, then we'll to stick something bigger up there." Teddy scowled at the thought but begrudgingly clenched his sphincter to hold onto the pom-pom. "Go ahead, Teddy, pound your little pecker for us." The girls smiled vindictively. Teddy would have been happy to jerk off in front of them, if that was all that he had to do. He would have enjoyed the fact that they wanted to see him cum, and he could have pretended that the whole thing was just mutual fun, but to have to do so with a pom-pom up his butt burst that bubble. Well, at least he did have some fun with Lisa and he finally would now be relieving his aching testicles. He reached for his cock and started to stroke it. As he did so, he couldn't help but move his butt around in a jerking fashion. The pom-pom swung and swished with the stroking of his cock. The girls screamed in delight, some of them even falling down on the floor in laughter. "What's going on here?!" The authoritative voice stunned them to silence. Everyone turned to see Miss Bixley, the Romance Languages teacher, standing just ten feet from them. Teddy's hand froze in mid-jerk. The pom-pom went still and silent. The cheerleaders at first froze in shock and fear, but then quickly began grabbing their bags to try to make a fast exit. "I don't know what you girls have been up to, but it's going to stop now." Miss Bixley had never been a fan of the cheerleading program or the cheerleaders themselves. She considered the girls to be poor role models for young womanhood. In her opinion, the squad had always been too heavily saturated with girls who emphasized their sexuality for popularity. She had heard the sound of spanking and laughter as she was cutting through the building on her way to her office in the English department. She was not surprised to find the cheerleaders involved in grossly inappropriate and wanton behavior. It was even worse to find that they were apparently abusing the shy and timid Teddy Newman in a very offensive manner. "I want you girls to clear out of here right now." "But Miss Bixley," Polly tried to explain. "I will hear none of it, young lady." She had no interest in hearing their side of the story, certain that it would be filled with prevarications. She was, in any case, uncomfortable with discussions of sexual behavior. Miss Bixley was not a complete prude but the Andy Griffith Club had given her the sobriquet of Thelma Lou. It was an affectionate appellation. Thelma Lou was a character on the show (played by Betty Lynn) who was very innocent and sweet, although she would at times cover Barny Fife's face in lipstick kisses. Miss Bixley looked a great deal like Thelma Lou. She had the youthful facial appearance, pretty eyes, short brunette hair, diminutive height, angelic voice, and modest, prim attire, yet at times appeared to express a smouldering sexuality that was just waiting for the right man to ignite. Many of the members of the Andy Griffith Club had a crush on her. The popular choice would seem to be Helen Crump (Andy's girlfriend) but Thelma Lou seemed to have more erotic potential. Helen Crump would probably be quite boring in bed but Thelma Lou appeared to be chaste only because she was too nervous and shy to be assertively sexual. When given the right opportunity the pristine Thelma Lou was likely to explode in a sexual fury. "You can make your excuses later. But let it be known now that I will be speaking personally with Mr. Peters about the appropriate punishment for your outrageous behavior." The girls were gladly dismissed. They knew that they would not get a fair shake from Miss Bixley and they were happy to avoid a lecture from the prim and proper "Thelma Lou." As they skirted away, Miss Bixley turned her attention to what she perceived to be the traumatized victim, Teddy. As soon as she had spoken he had pulled the pom-pom from his butt, totally embarrassed to realize that the pretty and sweet Thelma Lou had caught him jerking off with it stuck up his ass. He was now desperately trying to untangle his pants so that he could cover up. "You poor boy, what did these girls do to you?" She got down on her knees in front of him to help with his slacks. She didn't seem to notice as she worked on his slacks that his erect cock was waving right above her head. Teddy, however, did notice. As he looked down at her, he realized even more how Miss Bixley was a very pretty teacher. He knew of the Thelma Lou appellation. The fact that she was now at his feet while he displayed his erection was not lost to him. When she got his slacks and boxers straightened out, she looked up to his face and realized that his erection was just inches from her eyes. "Oh my." She blushed and brought her hand to her mouth. Miss Bixley was not comfortable with this. She had dated a few times but never felt ready to give herself completely to a man, to let him touch her "flower," as she liked to call it. She was so disappointed that none of the men she had dated seemed to share her values. She didn't consider herself to be a fuddy-duddy. She had seen a few erect penises. She had even provided some of her dates with hand jobs in her effort to keep them happy, but it had never seemed to be enough to them. It wasn't that she was not herself sexually aroused. She had even masturbated quietly in the privacy of her bedroom a few times, but she felt that it simply wasn't appropriate to go all the way prior to marriage. "Are you alright, Teddy? I heard the spanking from down the hall and I came in when they were making you, uh, abuse yourself, in front of them." She looked away from his penis when she referred to his masturbation. "I am so sorry this has happened to you." She could not fathom the trauma of being made to masturbate in front of a group of persons, even one person. In fact, she even kept the light off when she was by herself. "I'm ok, Miss Bixley. I'll be fine. I just want to go to class." "Certainly, let me help you with your pants." She helped to pull them up, trying to keep herself from looking at his erection. However, this only caused her to bump into his genitals with her cheek as she tried to pull up his pants. Teddy noticeably cringed in pain. She stopped. "I'm so sorry, dear, did I hurt you?" She hadn't thought about the possibility that they may have hurt him. Perhaps the spanking was more abusive than she had assumed. "You should really see a nurse. I would be happy to walk you to the clinic." "No Miss Bixley!" Teddy protested. That was one of the last places he wanted to go. Even the thought of it seemed to make his balls hurt. Miss Bixley, though, felt that it would be irresponsible, perhaps even dangerous, to just let him go without a proper examination. My goodness, she realized, they had apparently been sticking foreign objects into his rectum. He could be seriously hurt. "I really don't want to go there, Miss Bixley, honestly. I just want to go home." It was his blue balls that really needed treatment. The Lessons Ch. 12 "Teddy, if they hurt you, the school could be liable for failing to give you adequate diagnosis and treatment." "It's really nothing, Miss Bixley," Teddy tried to explain. "I will go to the clinic tomorrow or something." Miss Bixley sighed. She just couldn't let him go like this, but he clearly wasn't going to go to the clinic. He was adamant about that. She didn't understand why. "Did they hurt you in a, um, personal way, Teddy?" Teddy looked away, demonstrating unintentionally that she was right, although he tried to deny it by shaking his head. "Teddy, I know this must have been a very difficult experience." She began to appreciate more fully how traumatic it must have been for him, to be molested by all of the girls. She knew that she would be horrified to be attacked by a group of men. She felt that she should at least try to help the young man herself. "Teddy, I already know myself what happened, at least enough. Let me have a look." Miss Bixley was very uncomfortable about doing this. She was even avoiding looking at his genitals, yet she was now suggesting that she inspect his personal parts for an injury. She felt she had no choice. It was her responsibility as his teacher. Teddy nodded his assent. "That's a good boy, Teddy." She let go of the pants and knelt back down. She swallowed in nervousness as his erect cock was poking right out at her face, just inches away. "Ok, here, turn around," an idea that was now very appealing to her, given the immediacy of his erection. She put her soft, gentle hands on the cheeks of his bottom to turn him around. Teddy shuffled his feat as he turn to face the wall, his bottom now in the face of Miss Bixley. "Now, I'll be careful, Teddy, but you tell me if you feel any pain there." Teddy then realized what she was going to do. He thought that she was just going to see if he had any cuts or marks from the spanking but as she opened up the cheeks of his bottom he recognized that this was going to be much more personal. Miss Bixley herself blushed at the sight of his young anus. If anyone had suggested this morning that she would be kneeling behind a male student, holding open his bottom to look at his anus, she would have been laughed hysterically. Actually, the reaction would have been shock and horror, and now she was in fact doing it. She then realized that she had never actually looked this closely at another person's anus before. It seemed like a very dirty, even obscene, thing to do. Yet, Teddy's was quite of cute: all puckered and rosy, so vulnerable and intimate. She also liked the sight of his little testicles hanging down between his legs. She thought of briefly squeezing them but she quickly suppressed such a dirty thought. She kept the cheeks open with her left hand and used her right hand to carefully, gently, slightly touch his anus. Teddy jumped, his eyes opened wide in shock. Thelma Lou was actually fingering his asshole? His cock swelled in arousal. "I'm sorry, Teddy. I should have warned you. I just need to see if there are any lesions. I know this must be terribly embarrassing for you. Just relax and this will be over as soon as possible." Actually, Miss Bixley was much more embarrassed about this than Teddy. For the first time today, Teddy was not embarrassed about showing his asshole to a female. This time it was all fun. He even bent down a bit to give her better access. Miss Bixley almost fell over as she avoided the movement of his butt toward her face as he bent over. "Oh, yes, alright then, uh, thank you, Teddy." She then resumed her gentle inspection, finding it a bit titillating but also uncomfortably obscene. Teddy very quietly sighed with pleasure as he felt her finger carefully feel and trace the furrows of his anus. Miss Bixley felt rather flushed when she finished. She placed her hands on his hips and turned him around. His young, stiff, swollen cock again coming into view, just inches from her innocent face. This was very awkward for her. She sighed, forced herself to look at it, and reluctantly placed her fingers on his shaft. Teddy softly moaned with pleasure. He looked down at Miss Bixley. All he could think of was that Thelma Lou was handling his cock. If he leaned forward just a bit he could touch the perky and rosy cheeks of her pretty face with the engorged head of his dick. Miss Bixley heard his moan. It made her even more uncomfortable. She was not doing this to make him excited. She swallowed in discomfort as she felt along his shaft. She leaned in to get a closer look. There were no scratches or cuts that she could detect. She even lightly traced her fingers along the soft smooth head. She pulled his shaft back against his abdomen and looked closely at the underside, tracing her fingers along here as well. Teddy emitted a small groan and his cock swelled further. The cock head was now fully engorged. She brought her left hand to his testicles and Teddy winced in pain. She looked up at him. "It's your testicles, isn't it Teddy. Did they hurt you there?" "No ma'am." He wished that she would just stroke him a few times. It wouldn't take long. "It's just, that, you know, it went on so long, that." He couldn't finish the sentence. It was too embarrassing. Miss Bixley, however, now understood. She knew that young men can at times get quite uncomfortable, perhaps even experience pain, with unrelieved vasocongestion. One of her dates had explained this to her and she then would repeatedly relieve him with her hand. It was at times actually kind of fun, although she often had to look away when he ejaculated. She figured that the girls must have been playing with him, or forcing him to abuse himself, for quite some time, enjoying the fact that he was getting more and more frustrated, eventually to the point of actual testicle pain. She let go of him, not wanting to hurt him further. "You need to have an orgasm, don't you, Teddy," she said quietly. "Yes ma'am," Teddy responded in kind. His balls hurt with his continued arousal but the thought that he might be able to get Miss Bixley to get him off was too pleasurable to resist. "Well, maybe you should then go home." She stood back up and placed a hand affectionately on his shoulder. She felt bad for the boy, although she had to admit that it was a bit cute to have him standing there with his little stiffy, desperately wanting to get relief. "But I can hardly walk like this, Miss Bixley. It hurts even when I take a step." "Oh, yes, well, I hadn't realized that. Well, um." She wasn't sure what to do. "Miss Bixley, please, it hurts so bad." He looked desperately into her pretty, sympathetic eyes. She thought for a bit. This was most difficult, but she should help the boy. It wasn't his fault that he was molested by those despicable cheerleaders. "Alright Teddy, here, let's go over to the side of the bleachers. You can have some privacy there. I will look away and you can, um, take care of yourself." She couldn't believe that she was actually going to do this; allow a young man to masturbate himself in the college gymnasium, and in her presence, but, still, it was a very unusual situation and the boy had been through so much. Teddy pulled up his pants most of the way but kept his erect cock exposed. He followed her over to the underside of the bleachers where they couldn't be seen if anyone happened to come in. Miss Bixley then turned away from him. "Alright, Teddy," she said softly, "You do what is necessary. I won't watch." She considered just leaving. It was quite disturbing to realize that she would soon be hearing him jerk off and then ejaculate onto the gym floor, but she knew that she should stay. It would be quite awful for him if he was caught doing this. "But, Miss Bixley, I can't do that. Not now. That's what they made me do, again and again, as they stood by and laughed." Miss Bixley looked at him. He looked so miserable. In terrible physical pain, she thought, and also so traumatized. She couldn't just abandon him. It really wasn't her responsibility but yet it was. The victim becomes the responsibility of the person who happens by. It was the good and right thing to help him "Alright, Teddy, I will help." She returned to him and stood by his side. "Now, Teddy, you promise not to tell any of your friends I did this." She looked into his eyes. He nodded. She reached down and grasped his erection. Teddy closed his eyes with the intense pleasure of feeling Miss Bixley's womanly yet innocent hand grasping his cock, this time for the purpose of jerking him off. It was like he was a student in Mayberry High, and Thelma Lou was giving him a hand job. Thelma Lou was so cute, so pretty, and so sweet. Yet, she was now giving one of the students a hand job. This was nice. "Miss Bixley," he asked, looking sadly into her eyes. "Yes honey?" she asked, tenderly stroking his erection with her right hand, her left arm draped along his shoulder. "Can I please see your breasts?" "What?!" she was shocked by what he said. She was already masturbating him, how could he ask for such a thing? She let go of his cock and reflexively used her hands to cover her breasts. "Miss Bixley, it's so embarrassing for me to expose myself like this to you. You have seen the most intimate part of me. I'm not asking to see that part of you. I understand. I mean, I know it would be terrible for you to have to do something like that, yet it's already happened to me. It's awful to be standing here like this, my penis so exposed, and I know it's small." "Now, Teddy, it's not so small, really, and size doesn't matter, you must know that." "That's not what the girls said." She realized that his humiliation was much worse than she had first thought. She will really have to talk to Mr. Peters about this. These girls have behaved just terribly. And, it was very true that his most personal organ was fully exposed to her. It was always difficult for her to have a male gynecologist, and this situation was ever so worse. She began to slowly unbutton her blouse, looking around to be certain that they were alone. Teddy's eyes widened in delight and fascination. He couldn't believe his luck. It was now turning again in his favor, and this time in spades. Thelma Lou was going to show him her boobs. His cock stood hard at attention just at that thought. He felt the urge to grab hold of it himself but he stayed in character. He wouldn't even allow himself to smile, although he very much wanted to. After she unbuttoned her blouse she pulled it from her waist, and, then, she drew it open to reveal her bra enclosed breasts. Her brassiere was not at all sexy but the fact that she was even showing herself like this to him more than made up for it, and Teddy could tell that her breasts would be lovely to see. They were not large but they were beautifully shaped. Miss Bixley blushed in embarrassment. This was very embarrassing but she realized that what she was feeling now was only a fraction of what he had gone through and what he was now probably experiencing, having to display his erect penis in front of her. She felt good that she was doing the right thing, helping this young man who had been so terribly victimized. However, she wondered what to do next. She really couldn't take her blouse entirely off as she would not be able to cover herself up in time if someone did enter the gym. "Is this enough, Teddy?" She hoped he would say yes. "I guess it is all that I deserve." He looked down, pretending to resign himself to feelings of worthlessness. "No Teddy, don't feel that way. Here, look at me, look at my breasts." She reached behind her, beneath her blouse, and unfastened her brassiere. She then pulled the bra down to reveal her breasts. "Oh my," Teddy exclaimed, unable to hold back his enthusiasm. "Your breasts are lovely, Miss Bixley." She blushed again. It had been a long time since any man had seen them. It was nice to be flattered again. They were very attractive. They were nicely round, very firm, standing up well from her chest. Her nipples were even fully erect. She was acknowledging to herself that the situation was a bit arousing, having a young man gazing upon her womanly breasts, standing in front of him with his engorged penis so intensely aroused. She took his hand and brought it to her soft globes. Teddy needed little encouragement. He nestled his face into the warmth and softness of her bosoms. They were indeed very soft and comforting. So white, so smooth, and so sexy. He caressed her skin with his cheek and then brought his lips to her left breast, grasping her stiff nipple with his lips, and began to suck. Miss Bixley sighed and caressed his hair with her hand. She used her right hand to again grasp his erect cock. She began to again stroke and massage his shaft. "Go ahead, Teddy," she whispered into his ear, "Suckle my breasts. I will take care of you." Teddy closed his eyes and basked in the pleasure of her warm fingers moving up and down his shaft. She was now even letting her fingers play across the head of his cock as she moved up the shaft. He sucked harder. He used his tongue to lick and caress her stiff nipple. She moaned with pleasure. He brought his left hand up to grasp her right breast. She stiffened a bit but let him. "Yes, Teddy, let yourself enjoy it. You are a good boy." She caressed his hair and began to more forcefully stroke his cock. "I will make you happy," continuing to tenderly stroke his cock, keeping it safely pointed away from her. Teddy gasped with the increase in the strength and pressure of her hand. He spoke, but keeping his mouth on her breast, "You are so good to me, you're so wonderful. It won't be long." "Whenever you want, Teddy, just let it happen. When you feel it is right for you," she whispered in her sweet, Thelma Lou voice. Teddy squeezed his eyes shut, plunged his face into her breast, drawing as much of her tit as he could into his mouth, and then grasped her ass hard with his right hand, feeling her soft, round butt cheeks. Miss Bixley's eyes opened in shock. She felt this was going too far but she couldn't free her bottom from his obscene hold. She certainly couldn't move forward any further, and the only way to get away was to just end the whole thing. She chose instead to end it soon before it got even worse. She grabbed his cock hard and plunged her hand rapidly up and down the shaft. It worked. Teddy gasped in pleasure as Miss Bixley frantically jerked her fist up and down his shaft. "You're penis is so hard, Teddy, just like my nipple." She felt his erection begin to throb. "Please give me your seed, make me happy with your seed" she quietly gasped into his ear. His cock twitched. Teddy clutched her ass cheek hard, perhaps so hard to leave a bruise, and shoved out his hips, exploding in a very intense eruption. His cock jerked hard in her hand. Fortunately for her it was still facing away. It spurted in a massive eruption, a long day's frustration finally releasing with a strained and vehement pleasure. The first blast gushed from his dick in a long and thick white rope that shot a good four feet away and hit the floor with a loud splat. Miss Bixley felt self-conscious about seeing such a thing, and in a school building. She was actually jerking off one of the students onto the gym floor. This was very wrong but it was also a bit thrilling. She pounded even harder on his cock. Teddy jerked back his hips, her hand then covering entirely the head of his cock. She received the second blast into her palm, with some squishing in between her fingers. Her hand was instantly filled with his hot sticky cum. Her first impulse was to let go but she continued to jerk him and he came again and again onto the floor of the gym. Each of the remaining eruptions hit the floor with a wet splat. He released his face from her breast and turned his head to watch. It was such a great feeling. Such a sense of release, and so wonderful to see the warm and now wet hand of Miss Bixley stroking his hard dick as he spurted his cum onto the floor. He released his hard grasp on her ass and tenderly just let it rest on her bottom as his final discharges squirted from his cock. When he was done he rested his head on her naked breast, panting heavily with excitement and exhaustion, feeling her erect nipple poking into his cheek. The floor of the gym was streaked, puddled, and stained with his cum. "Thank you, Miss Bixley," he whispered. "Yes, well, that's alright, Teddy. Now, um, clean yourself and get on to your next class." She returned to her role as his teacher, again feeling quite uncomfortable and self-conscious with the fact that she had gone well beyond that role. She started to try to get her brassiere back in place but her right hand was all wet with his cum. "Golly, I'm sorry, Miss Bixley," Teddy apologized. "No, that's not your fault, young man, don't be concerned." She pretended not to care. She didn't want to hurt his feelings or make him once again uncomfortable with the situation. She just did the best she could with getting her breasts tucked away once again, fastening her bra, and buttoning her blouse, all the time trying not to get any of his cum onto her clothes. She flushed with self-consciousness. He had no comparable difficulty getting himself dressed. "Uh, well, Miss Bixley, I guess I better go. And, uh, again, thanks." "You won't tell anyone about this, Teddy, now, will you? This will be our little secret." "Oh yes, ma'am," Teddy replied, and he was quite sincere about that. He had no interest in getting her into or causing her any trouble. 'Thelma Lou' was one of the sweetest and nicest instructors. "Alright then, I guess, um, I better return to my office." She looked at the mess he had made on the floor. She knew that there was really no way she could get herself to clean that up. Hopefully nobody would be able to tell what it was. She awkwardly turned away. "Miss Bixley," Teddy said. She turned back to face him. He leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. "Really, thank you very much. It was a very hard day for me." She smiled at him. "That's alright, Teddy. You'll be fine now." She turned away, a little unsteady on her feet but feeling good for what she had done. As she walked off, she brought her right hand to her face and enjoyed the sweet, fresh scent of his cum. To be continued . . . - - - - - - - - - - - - I do hope you liked it. If you wish, please do provide feedback. I am very grateful to those who provided feedback and suggestions in response to earlier chapters. In any case, if you would, please also take the time to vote! The Lessons Ch. 13 This is chapter 13 of a series. If you like this story, I encourage you to read earlier chapters as they can help understand characters and context. In any case, please do provide feedback. There are obvious sequels to this series, and I would be happy to hear your suggestions for how to improve it. - - - - - - - - - - - - - Andy had been looking forward to this date. It was well known at the college that Andrew had a crush on Alice but he had always been too meek to ask her out. The experience in Mr. Peters' class had broken the ice and taught him an important lesson (see Chapter 5): Alice was in fact attracted to him and that the way to her heart was to be more forceful and assertive. She wanted him to take charge, to be the man. If he did assert himself, she willingly complied. He told her that he would pick her up at 7:00PM to take her to dinner. He had not known at the time where, but he decided that he would like it to be a fairly upscale restaurant, one that would impress her. He arrived at her house at precisely 6:55PM. He knocked on her door. Her father opened the door, not particularly pleased to see a young man who had come for his daughter. "Yes?" he inquired, but knowing full well why Andrew was there. "Hello Mr. Campbell." He held out his hand to shake the hand of Mr. Campbell. "I'm Andrew Storr; I'm here for Alice?" Mr. Campbell liked the fact that he said it as a question. He liked it when Alice's dates were apprehensive in his presence. It made it clear to him that they would not dare try anything with Alice. He replied, "Yes, I know," expressing no enthusiasm. He shook the boy's hand, being sure to provide an excessively hard grip, almost smiling when he saw the boy grimace as he pinched his fingers. Andy was intimidated by Mr. Campbell. He had been determined to be assertive with Alice, as he knew that this was what she liked but he was not off to a good start with her father, who was clearly putting him in his place. "Yes sir," he said for no apparent reason, other than to let Mr. Campbell know that he recognized his authority. "Yes, well, why don't you come in son. I will let her know that you are here." He waved Andrew into the foyer. Andy stepped in, being sure not to go much farther than the entrance. He noticed how her father referred to him as "son," again letting him know of his authority over him. Andy was a psychology major, and he often speculated on the underlying motives of persons, how they appeared to take complementary roles with one another. He also knew that daughters often liked their men to be like their fathers. If this was true, it was immediately evident to him what kind of man Alice wanted. Mr. Campbell strolled down the hall, not in any particular hurry, and then called for his daughter. "Alice, a young man is here for you. Do you wish to see him?" It seemed to Andrew that her father wouldn't miss a single opportunity to slight him. Of course she wanted to see him, they had a date. Her father though liked the idea of suggesting that Andrew might have to be told to leave. Andrew waited patiently. "Daddy, yes, it's Andy. Is he here already?" Mr. Campbell looked back at Andrew, and said, "Yes, I believe he is. Are you here early young man?" "Just a bit, sir," Andy respectfully replied. He was not really early. He wondered if he should say that he will wait outside a few more minutes and then knock again, but he kept his sarcasm to himself. He could feel the temptation to meet her father's authoritarianism with defiance but that would only give Mr. Campbell the excuse to escalate his behavior. Andy waited patiently. "Yes, apparently so," Mr. Campbell replied. Mrs. Campbell then appeared from the kitchen, drying her hands on an apron. "My goodness father, a young man is here? Well, you ninny, invite him in." She smiled sweetly at Andrew. "Please, come in, my goodness," she gestured invitingly to Andy to come further into the house. "You must be Andrew Storr. Obviously, I am 'mom.'" She laughed at referring to herself as "mom." Andy was instantly taken by her beauty. Mrs. Campbell was a striking woman. Andy could tell from whom Alice got her physical attractiveness. Andy didn't move in response to her gesture to enter, in part because he did not want to incur any further criticism from Mr. Campbell but also because he was simply frozen by her appearance. She had medium length blonde hair. Unlike Alice, however, her hair was straight. Her eyes were narrow, as were Alice's, but they were even more so. Mrs. Campbell's eyes reminded Andy of Renee Zellweger. They were more squinty than narrow, providing a sense of modesty or passivity. Her smile also reminded Andy of Bridget Jones, although Mrs. Campbell was not at all pudgy or overweight, as was Ms. Zellweger in Bridget Jones' Diary. Her figure was actually fantastic. Andy had the image of the Zellweger character Dorothy Boyd in Jerry Maquire, but with larger breasts. They were not well displayed though behind her apron and matronly dress. In any case, she was also very friendly and engaging. Mrs. Campbell was not the least bit passive with respect to welcoming her guests. She simply would not have Andy standing uncomfortably at the door. She walked up to him and took his arm to draw him into their house. Andy instantly felt her warmth, perhaps even affection. Mr. Campbell furrowed his brow in disapproval, but didn't say anything. "Andrew, really, please do come in. I have been dying to meet you." She brought Andy into the kitchen that was adjoining the hallway. "Here, I have been making some brownies for my daughter's, my other daughter's, Terrie, her school's bake sale. Please, you must try one and let me know what you think." She set him down at the kitchen table and brought him a fresh brownie. The contrast in the behavior of Alice's parents was striking. Mr. Campbell followed them into the kitchen, helping himself to a brownie, but standing apart from the two of them. Mrs. Campbell poured Andy a glass of milk and sat down next to him at the table. "Well, Andy, tell me all about yourself. Where are you taking Alice tonight? Oh, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked that, it really isn't my business you know. Do your parents live nearby or are you from out of town?" She stopped her flurry of questions and allowed Andy to respond. Andy and Mrs. Campbell had a nice, pleasant conversation. He found it much easier to talk to her. She appeared to be sincerely interested in him and wanted him to enjoy being within their home. He relaxed. The ease of their conversation was helpful, as Alice did not make her appearance for at least another fifteen minutes. Andy went through three of Mrs. Campbell's brownies. She was pleased that he liked them so much. Alice entered the room with the flourish of her mother. "Andy, hello, I hope I didn't keep you waiting," she said with a big smile. She had kept him waiting but he didn't at all mind. He had been enjoying his conversation with her mother, as well as the brownies, and Alice's arrival was worth the wait. Andy found Mrs. Campbell to be attractive but Alice was stunning. She was incredibly pretty, with sparkling green eyes and long lashes that seemed to flutter as she laughed. She was no longer dressed in her school uniform. She was now wearing a short sleeve summer dress that reached beyond her knees. It was dark blue with little pink flowers scattered throughout. The dress was not tight but the cotton fabric was thin, draping well across her breasts, which were swinging with every bit of movement. Alice's breasts were moderate in size, but in this dress they were well displayed. The fabric seemed to wrap around each one, clinging to their roundness. He wasn't even sure whether she was wearing a bra beneath the thin cloth, as he could clearly detect them wigging with each step and turn. "Do you like my new dress, Andy?" Alice asked, twirling around for him, causing the skirt to rise up and her breasts to bounce. Andy gulped with discomfort, not wanting to appear that he noticed how sexy she looked yet also wanting to acknowledge her attractiveness. Mr. Campbell's eyes widened in concern. Andy replied, "Yes, Alice, yes, you look very pretty in it," and that was no lie. Alice reminded everyone at school of Teri Garr in Young Frankenstein. She had wavy blonde hair and pursed lips, as if she was always getting ready for a kiss, although not really appearing to actually be aware of it. She even spoke in the high tones and naive innocence of the Inga character. "Now, Alice, you quit that showing off, you're making Andy uncomfortable." Mrs. Campbell apparently noticed that Alice was being a bit of a tease yet didn't seem to mind, or at least she also found it to be innocent fun rather than inappropriate. Mrs. Campbell stood up, and walked them both to the front door. Mr. Campbell reminded Alice that she was to be home by 10PM as tomorrow she had classes. Alice raised her eyebrows but knew that she was not to disobey. By the time they got to the car, Andy noticed that Alice was wearing perfume. The girls at the college were not allowed to wear perfume, and it was evident that Alice did not consider the rules to apply away from campus. Andy opened the door for her. "Well, thank you, Andrew, it's so nice to see that you are indeed the gentleman." Andy even used a hand to help her get into the passenger seat. She smiled at him as she was sitting down. Her dress rode up her legs. When Andy got to the driver's seat, he noticed right away that she had not bothered to pull down her skirt, which was now well past her knees. Her legs looked very nice in her nylons. The girls at college were required to wear white socks and Mary Janes. Here was another rule being broken away from campus. On the way to the restaurant Alice asked Andy how he felt about her parents. "I hope daddy was friendly." Andy did not find him to be the least bit friendly, but he didn't want to get off on the wrong foot. "Yes, he was courteous." Alice giggled at the carefully worded response. "Courteous? Really? He didn't frisk you or anything did he?" Andy laughed at that. "No, no, but I wasn't entirely sure that he wouldn't." "He can be so dictatorial." "Well, you are his daughter and he is worried about you," he responded diplomatically. "Yes, I suppose that's true. He makes me so angry at times, but I do love him. Hey, where are we going for dinner? You said that it would be a surprise." Andy had indeed said so, in part because he actually had no idea of where to take her when he first asked her out. He didn't want to suggest a place that she wouldn't like, particularly on their first date, but he had no idea of what places she did like. However, by now he had discovered that Alice did like ethnic restaurants, and he decided to take her to an upscale Thai restaurant. "I thought perhaps we could try the Bangkok Inn" "Andy, that's fantastic! I have wanted to go there. That's so cool." Andy was happy that he had chosen correctly. When they arrived, however, their booth wasn't ready. This was surprising to Andy as he had made reservations. They were not in fact even appreciably late, as he had allowed for the possibility of being delayed at Alice's house. The maitre de told them that they could have a table by the entrance or wait another half hour for a booth to open. Alice was clearly disappointed, and Andy could feel his heart beginning to pound. He did not want to appear so impotent on their first date. The maitre de directed them to the bar to wait, although neither was in fact old enough to drink. Andy told Alice to wait by the bar while he spoke to the maitre de. When she was gone, he indicated to the maitre de that, first, there was in fact an open booth in the far corner of the restaurant (a location that was in fact highly desirable), second, that he had indeed made a reservation for a booth, and third, he admitted, or more accurately pleaded, that this was his first date and the restaurant was making him look bad. The maitre de studied Andy for a bit, and then smiled. "Not a problem, son, we will get you a booth right away." He waived for a busboy to come over. "What's your name son?" Andy didn't know why he needed to know his name, but he was relieved that they had gotten a booth. "Andy, Andy Storr." "Very good, Andy, I will take care of it." He instructed the busboy to clear the table. Andy wasn't sure which of his arguments worked, but at this point that hardly mattered. Andy waved for Alice to come over. She was impressed that he had gotten a table, as was he with her breasts as she pranced across the restaurant to take his arm. It was now quite evident when she moved that she was not wearing a bra. The maitre de himself stopped to appreciate that fact. "How did you do that?" Alice exclaimed when she reached Andy. "I am so impressed. Did you slip him some money?" "No, not at all, I just explained to him that I had made the reservation and that I was not to be treated in this manner." Alice leaned into his shoulder, pressing her soft breast against his arm, and smiled. "My goodness, Andy, you really are quite the man." Her remark reminded Andy of their private moments during class when she seemed to become increasingly excited as he became increasingly assertive. She had in fact used those same precise words, although at that time with a more sexual meaning. As they pondered the menu, Alice asked for his advice. "Andrew, what do you think we should have?" "Well, Alice, I don't know, perhaps we could each select an entree, and then share, unless you don't want to, or maybe you just want to have a couple of appetizers instead of an entree, I don't mind." He was trying to be accommodating and open to whatever she preferred. "Oh, well, alright then, if you don't know." He recognized that she was disappointed in his tentativeness. Andy corrected himself. "No, actually, I believe that it would best if we each select an entree, and then share. I would also like to order pork satay and geow grob as appetizers. Will that be to your liking?" He couldn't go so far as to require that she eat something she didn't like, but his decisive approach was more appealing to her. "Yes, I like this very much. What should be the entrees?" "I suggest moo dang and pad thai. Both are excellent here," pretending to be a regular customer. "Mildly spicy." Alice smiled. She enjoyed his assertiveness. It was again apparent to Andy that she liked men to be in charge, to be commanding. When the food arrived it was evident that the Pad Thai was not just mildly spicy. It was very spicy. Andy did not mind himself. He actually preferred it moderately to very spicy, as long as he had a lot of water to cool off, but he knew that Alice preferred it mild. Alice however did not register a complaint. She did not feel comfortable expressing her objection. It would be up to Andy. "Alice, is the Pad Thai to your liking?" Andy asked. "Yes, it's, uh, fine," she exclaimed in between gulps of water. "No," Andy replied, "they did not provide us with our order. I'm going to have them take this back." Andy called the waiter over. "Sir, the Pad Thai is not how we ordered it. This is very spicy and we had said mildly spicy." The waiter, however, disagreed. "No, I have it right here. I wrote on your order very spicy, that is what you ordered." "Well, then," Andy didn't know what to say. He was pretty sure that he had said mildly spicy. Why would he have said very spicy? He liked it very spicy but he there was no way he would have ordered it very spicy when he knew that Alice wanted it mild. The maitre de arrived. "What is the problem, sir?" he asked, speaking to Andrew. Andy was flattered that the maitre de was referring to him as 'sir,' as he was clearly barely out of high school whereas the maitre de was a grown man. Andy explained the situation to him. "Our mistake, Mr. Storr, please let us provide you with another serving that is more to your liking." Alice was quite impressed with that. The maitre de was referring to Andy as "Mr. Storr." "Billy," the maitre de said, speaking to the waiter, "Bring Mr. Storr another serving, in fact an extra serving, and be sure that it is mildly spicy this time." He turned to Andy, "I am most sorry, Mr. Storr, we have twice disappointed you. I personally guarantee that it will not happen again. If there is anything that you need or wish, please do not hesitate to inform me." He made sure his back was toward Alice and winked at Andy. "I will come back later to check personally that we are serving you to your satisfaction." He then departed. Alice was beaming. "My goodness, my man is such a 'take charge' guy." She smiled at him. She took a sip of her soda and said quietly, looking down at her plate, "Are you going to take charge with me?" Andy blinked. The reference seemed clear enough but he wasn't so sure that he was hearing it correctly. He didn't respond. The maitre de was true to his word. He returned later in the meal, when they were ordering deserts, asking Andy, or actually, "Mr. Storr," whether everything was to his satisfaction. It was clear to Andy that he was doing his best to help him impress Alice, and it appeared to be effective. Alice was enjoying her date immensely. She liked men to be strong in their behavior, to be masculine, assertive, aggressive. She wanted to feel that she would be taken care of, protected, and, to her, a man that took charge of situations, that commanded respect and submission from those around him, would protect her As they were departing the restaurant, the maitre de met them at the door. Speaking to Andy, "I hope you enjoyed your meal, Mr. Storr, and I hope we can count on you to remain one of our most valued guests. If I can serve you again, please let me know." During their ride home Alice let Andy know how impressed she had been. "Well, Mr. Storr, is there any way I can serve you?" The implication was again clear. Andy cleared his throat. He knew that if he was to win Alice's heart he would have to be forceful and decisive. "Alice, don't begin something you can't finish." Alice turned toward Andy as he was driving the car. "What makes you think I can't finish?" She smiled flirtatiously, although ineffectively, as his eyes were on the traffic. Andy pushed his luck. "I am not a man to be trifled with, Alice, " speaking in his best authoritative voice. "I don't imagine you are, Mr. Storr." Alice unbuckled her shoulder harness and seat belt, and slid over next to him. She placed her left hand on his thigh. Andy jumped at the touch, causing him to accelerate the car a bit too close to the cab in front. "Alice, we are in a moving automobile, and it's against the law for you not to be wearing your seat belt." However, he admitted to himself that he enjoyed the closeness of her body, the scent of her perfume, as well as the touch of her fingers. Alice giggled. "Are you sure you want me to move away?" She shifted her position so that she was facing toward him, and brought her right hand to the crotch of his pants. She lightly traced her fingers along the cloth, searching for a reaction. It didn't take long. She could feel a bulge beginning to form. Andy concentrated on his driving, but it wasn't easy. Alice was leaning in to him, pressing her left breast into his shoulder. Even more enticing were her fingers, lightly tracking his slowly developing erection. Alice leaned in closer. She brought her fingers to the zipper of his slacks, and pulled it down. Andy looked through his rear view mirror, as well as quickly surveying the traffic in the left lane and in front. No signs of any police. He shifted his position to offer her more room. Alice smiled, and blew softly into his neck. She reached inside his pants. Andy was wearing boxers, and it wasn't difficult for her to handle his cock through the loose fabric of his shorts. She enjoyed the feel of his thickening rod. It was neat to realize that she was making him get bigger and bigger. She drew her fingers up and down his stiffness. The Lessons Ch. 13 Andy wanted to close his eyes to bask in the sensations of the feminine touch on his swelling tool, but he forced himself to keep his eyes on the road. When he seemed to be fully swelled, Alice brought her fingers to the head of his cock and lightly caressed the smoothness and roundness of the crown through the cotton of his shorts. She explored every inch. She felt the slit at the end and the curvature of the crown as she drew her fingers down, and then the lip of the sulcus. Andy flinched when she circled her fingers around the sulcus to tickle the skin at the base of the head. He was particularly sensitive there. Alice reached into the flap of his boxers, wanting to actually touch him right on his skin. Andy gasped when he felt skin on skin: the soft touch of tender fingers on the hardness of his cock. Her girlish touch was so much more pleasurable than his own hand. She whispered into his ear, "Do you want me to take it out?" She hoped he would say yes. She so much wanted to look at it. He didn't hesitate a response. "Yes, definitely." Alice firmly grasped the shaft with her hand and pulled it through the flap and zipper. Andy couldn't help but smile. He knew what they were doing was against the law, and perhaps even a bit risky. He wasn't worried about anyone seeing them, but he knew that his mind was no longer entirely on the traffic. He wasn't so sure that this was a good idea, but it was certainly an intensely stimulating idea. He briefly glanced down, enjoying the view of his stout cock, sticking through his pants past the steering wheel, grasped in the delicate fingers of Alice. Alice also admired the view. "You have such a manly penis, Andrew. You look so big and strong, all sticking up like that." She wrapped her fingers around the shaft and began moving her hand up and down the stem. She whispered into his ear, "Do you like me playing with it, Andy?" Andy didn't answer, knowing that it really wasn't necessary. He was also unsure that he could do three things at once: drive, enjoy the pleasure of being jerked off, and have a conversation. For the moment, he let his cock speak for him. "He looks so burly, Andy," speaking in her high, girlish, Teri Garr voice. Andy did not have an appreciably large cock, but it's average size was nonetheless impressive to the young Alice. "So stiff, so thick, and so red. It's like you have your own personal spear." She played her fingers along its length, enjoying its rocklike feel, an iron hard shaft with a soft round cushion at the end, good for battering into her own soft, yielding flesh. "Andy, does it bother you that you were circumcised? Miss Harding said that it would be more fun for you with the foreskin going up and down along the head." She traced her fingers over and around the head of his stiff cock. "Alice, your fingers feel plenty good enough without that," he replied, quite sincerely. "Still, I feel bad that my man isn't getting the best." She pressed her breast harder into his shoulder. "Why don't you put your mouth on it?" Andy suggested, although it was more like a command. He was surprised at his boldness. "Yes sir," she instantly replied, enjoying his commanding authority. She bent down into his lap. She hesitated though just short of allowing his cock into her mouth. She wasn't entirely sure she wanted to do this. This was where he peed, she realized. She had never given a boy a blow job before and wasn't too sure she wanted to be known as a girl who went down on guys. "You won't tell anyone I did this, will you?" Andy had no intentions of ever embarrassing her. He smiled sweetly at her, put a hand on her head and firmly pushed her down onto his cock. Alice didn't resist. She opened her mouth to allow the entry of his dick. She closed her eyes and let herself give in to the fact that she was providing a boy a blow job. She assumed that Andy wouldn't tell anyone. It seemed like such a dirty, slutty thing to do. She had heard boys say "blow me" when they wanted to insult someone, yet here she was, her face down in Andy's lap, her mouth open to take his cock. She knew though that she didn't really mind. It was a dirty thing to do but it was also exciting. She even liked the fact that he had pushed her head down into his lap. He liked a man to be strong, to be forceful, and she didn't mind submitting. In fact, the more he seemed to be in charge the less guilty and shameful she felt about doing it. She could now suck on a man's cock, enjoying the fact that she was sucking him off, without taking any responsibility for it. His cock didn't even seem to taste bad. She was surprised at that. It was a little salty at first but that went away, and the muskiness only made him seem more tough and earthy. She soon got into it. She wet the entire head of his cock with her tongue as it was swelled within her mouth. He even seemed to be getting bigger than he was before. She felt so good, so right, giving him this pleasure. She wanted to do more for him. She started to bring her head up and down on the shaft. Andy was ecstatic. Alice was one of the prettier girls in glass and he couldn't believe his good fortune to have her face in his lap, giving him a blow job. He would have been happy just to go on a date, and now she was sucking him off as he was driving her home. He imagined what her dad would think if he knew what was going on. Knowing how angry he would be made it all the more enjoyable, although feeling the tongue of the darling Alice caressing the head and shaft of his cock was plenty enjoyable enough. Alice momentarily pulled her head away from his cock to ask, "Andy, am I doing it right?" Andy replied, suggesting that he was plenty experienced at getting blow jobs, "Alice, you're doing just fine, but you might keep your lips wrapped more tightly, and, watch out for your teeth." "Yes, I'm sorry, I'll do better." She went back down on him, this time doubling the effort to keep a firm grip on the crown and shaft with her lips as she moved her head up and down in his lap. Andy kept his hand on the back of her head, maintaining the appearance that she was being submissive to him. He shifted his position to give her more room but his feet were already only just weakly touching the gas pedal. He cursed that he could not see her pretty face, her sweet lips, wrapped around his shaft. He could at least feel her head bobbing up and down, and hear the slurping noises she made as she moved her face and lips around his shaft, lapping away at his dick. Alice was now really getting into it. She no longer felt self-conscious. She enjoyed the fact that she was serving her man, making him all excited, making his manliness so aroused and hard. She pounded her head more forcefully up and down, bringing him deeper and deeper into her mouth. She liked the feeling of the head of his large cock shoving further back into her mouth. His cock felt so powerful, so masculine inside of her. She wanted him to cum, to spurt his manly juices into her mouth. She shoved down hard on his dick, bringing the head all the way back into her throat. But she suddenly gagged reflexively as the head of his cock hit her throat and tried to force its way past. Her stomach pulled in, her back lurched up, and her mouth opened; gagging and coughing repeatedly. She had to pull back or she might bite him as she coughed. She quickly sat up, her eyes watering. She wiped at them self-consciously. "I'm sorry, Andy, it's just too big for me." She looked at him apologetically. "That's alright, Alice, you will get the hang of it." He was becoming more comfortable with his assertiveness. He snuck a glance at her in between traffic. She was sitting back, wiping a few tears from her eyes, occasionally coughing. Her breasts jiggled through her dress with each cough. He noticed that her nipples were poking through the cotton fabric. He reached over and flicked her right nipple with a finger. He had been right. She wasn't wearing a bra. Alice smiled and caught his hand. She brought it to her and held it with both her hands against her breast. Andy also smiled, enjoying the feel of her warm hands on the back of his, holding him fondly against her boob. He enjoyed even more the feel of her soft, pliant breast through the thin cotton fabric. Her hard nipple was poking into the center of his palm. He squeezed, feeling the roundness give way and then return. He couldn't believe that he had a hand on Alice's boob. He fondled her as he felt a cool breeze from the car vent blowing across his taught wet cock. Andy then had to tap his breaks, noticing that he was beginning to ride too closely to the bumper of the car in front. Alice, reluctantly, let go of his hand, letting him return his hand to the steering wheel. She leaned back into him, and again took hold of his cock with her hand, admiring her oral handiwork. His cock was now glistening brightly with the moisture of her saliva. It looked very tough and powerful in her hand, ready to explode at any minute. She smiled at the sight as she affectionately felt its girth, exploring its length with what seemed in comparison to his cock, to be rather small fingers. She felt like a girl grasping the cock of a man. "Your penis is so firm and stiff, Andy." She didn't like to use dirty words. "I think it looks very handsome." "Do you want me to give you an orgasm this way?" she asked. She would rather he put it inside her, but she didn't want to ask. She couldn't get herself to say anything like that, to admit to Andy that she wanted him to do it to her. Andy felt a strong urge to cum, particularly with her soft feminine hand fondling his dick, the scent of her perfume, and the memory of the squeeze of her young firm breast. But, he didn't want to waste this opportunity, nor take a chance of having an accident. "I think we should go somewhere." Alice squeezed on his cock and smiled. She liked that idea. "I would like that Andy, but where?" Both of them still lived with their parents. They had no place they could go. "The arboretum," Andy stated. The arboretum was a botanical center. There weren't any exotic or rare plants. It was actually just a large park that bordered a state forest. It was a good place for students to get drunk, have sex, do drugs, or anything else that needed secrecy. Andy turned at the next corner to head to the arboretum. Alice was pleased. She lied down in the front seat, resting her head on his thighs, in between the steering wheel and his erect cock. As Andy drove to the arboretum she gazed at his manhood It looked even bigger and manlier from this perspective, towering up before her eyes. She danced her fingers along his stiffness as he drove, tracing her fingers up and down the shaft, wondering what Andy would do with this weapon once they reached the darkness of the arboretum. When they arrived, Andy drove through the arboretum, following the winding roads until he was able to enter one of the forest's dirt roads. He continued to drive until he found a secluded clearing. He turned in and turned off the engine and lights. It was now quite dark and very quiet, with the exception of the crickets and cicadas. Alice tentatively sat up. She was feeling nervous. It was so dark. Only a trickle of moonlight could get through the canopy of the trees. Andy opened the front door, turning on the car light, and then turned it off as quickly as he shut the door. She heard him go to the back of the car and open the trunk. She wondered what he was up to. She wasn't so sure she liked this idea anymore. It was so dark. The trunk slammed shut and she heard his footsteps move up to her side of the car. She sensed danger, like she was in some sort of adolescent horror movie. He opened the door and held out his hand. She tentatively placed her hand in his. "Is this place safe?" she asked. He smiled at her reassuringly. He had been here many times before, although not with a girl. He had come here before with his friends to talk, drink beer, and smoke. It was plenty safe. It wasn't even far into the forest, and you could only get there by road. Therefore, it was unlikely that anyone would sneak up on them. He could tell though that she was nervous. "Don't worry, Alice, I won't let anything happen to you. It's perfectly safe." He took her hand and slowly drew her from the car. Alice was reassured by the strength of his voice. She got out of the car. Her eyes were now adjusting to the dark She noticed that what he had retrieved from the trunk was a sleeping bag. She also could tell that Andy had zipped up. The sleeping bag was unzipped, so that it could be used as a makeshift mattress or blanket. Andy spread it across an undergrowth of leaves. He turned to her and smiled. "Your comforter awaits, my dear," waving his hand over the thick cloth spread across the forest floor. She laughed and climbed aboard. She found it kind of romantic, like she was a princess in the forest with her cavalier. However, she quickly turned back to remove her nylons. She didn't want them to get torn by the underbrush. Not only would this be bad but surely her father would notice when she returned home. She turned away from Andy, facing back into the open car door. She would have to raise her dress up to get them down, as they went past her knees. Andy found it alluring to see her trying to modestly remove her nylons. He was disappointed though that she wasn't letting him see anything. He knew he better assert himself. As she was bent over to slip her nylons off her ankles, he came up behind her and caressed the curves of her derriere through her cotton dress and panties. She turned and smiled at him. "You're not thinking of anything naughty, are you Andy?" she asked flirtatiously. As far as she was concerned she had already done a great deal but she knew she wanted to do more. She was tingling with excitement over what he might have in mind. "What are you going to make me do now?" He only just smiled in response. When she was done, she pranced out to the center of their makeshift rug, her boobs bouncing beneath the flimsy flowery fabric. She stood in the center of the blanket and turned to him, waiting for his direction. She was like a nymph in the forest. The moonlight seemed to make her even more attractive, more exotic, standing in the darkness in her thin cotton dress, her breasts heaving with excitement, her bare feet tentatively balanced on the thick cloth of the sleeping bag. "Take off your dress," he suddenly commanded, surprising himself at his audaciousness. Alice was equally surprised at his boldness, but also pleased. She wanted him to take charge, and, frankly had been looking forward to showing him her young body. "Yes sir," she replied. She bent over to grasp the hem of her dress. She slowly pulled it up. She stopped when the hem reached her thighs. She stood straight up to show him her legs. She saw him reach down to place his hand on the bulge in his pants. She had very shapely legs, and their whiteness contrasted with the darkness of the forest. She then brought the dress up higher, showing him her panties. They were light blue panties with little pink flowers, complementing well the dark blue fabric of her dress. However, unlike the dress that was draped loosely across her body the panties clung tightly to her figure. Andy's cock strained against his pants. He had never seen a girl in her panties before, at least not in person. His eyes were fixed on the little mound that stretched the light blue fabric in between her thighs. Alice could see the direction of his eyes. He was in charge, he was the dominant one, but she did at least have some power over him. Andy didn't want to wait any longer. "Keep going," he commanded. Alice was surprised at how forceful he was sounding, but she liked it. It made her feel safer in the darkness. He would protect her, take care of her. She could feel herself getting wet. She pulled her dress up over her head, but all the time trying to keep her naked breasts covered by an arm. When she had it fully removed, she used the dress to cover her boobs. She felt very exposed. She was outdoors, in a forest, near the campus. For all she knew, there could be strangers in the forest, watching her. She felt at the mercy of Andy. "Let go of the dress, Alice," Andy ordered. Alice sighed. She dropped the dress to the ground but kept her arms over her breasts. The sight was enticing. Alice's blue dress was now lying in a small pile on the blanket. Her white body stood out in the blackness of the night and dense forest. She had her arms across her chest, hiding a part of her that rarely saw the light of day and certainly had not been exposed to the eyes of a boy. She had a nervous smile on her face, knowing that she would have to drop her arms but trying to put it off as long as she could. Andy unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. It stuck out far from his pants, pointing directly at her. Her eyes were drawn to the red swollen head. It was like he had revealed a weapon, but it was her weapon, the weapon of her man. She brought her arms away from her breasts. They were tremendous. They were like pale white melons, sitting so proudly on her chest; full, round, and firm. Her nipples stood out. Andy thought of pink berries sitting on top of coconut snowball cakes. Andy wanted to grab his cock. He wanted to jerk off looking her delicious boobs, but he wanted to do more than that, and he didn't want to come across as a kid who just wanted to jerk off. Alice smiled as she saw Andy's cock twitch and jerk in the night air. She was proud of her breasts. They were not as big as Wendy's but they were larger than average and were very well shaped. She had looked forward to the day when she could show them off to a boy, and she was happy that it was the strong and masculine Andrew Storr. She jutted her chest out with pride. Andy did not fail to notice her effort to thrust out her tits. This was like a dream. Before him was a beautiful girl, dressed only in her panties, smiling at him as she was showing off her naked boobies. She had her hands clasped behind her sweet little ass, swinging her hips, causing her breasts to sway and jiggle. He couldn't make up his mind whether to look at her tits or her panties. "You have really great tits, Alice." Alice blushed, turned away, and said demurely, "Don't call them that, Andy, it's not nice." Alice liked getting his compliment. She did want to excite him with her breasts, but she had always been uncomfortable with such language. She couldn't bring herself to use such words as 'cock,' 'dick,' or 'tits.' These just didn't sound ladylike. Andy felt like letting her know that he would call them anything he wanted. However, he knew that Alice was uncomfortable with dirty words and he didn't want to push his dominance to the point that he would actually force her to do something that wasn't in her to do. He told her, "Lift them up for me." Alice brought her eyes to the ground. She couldn't help but smile at the thought of posing for him. She was already showing them off. But to do so in such a blatant manner seemed a little slutty. However, she didn't feel like she could just refuse. She put her hands under each one and held them up for him, although keeping her eyes averted. Andy could tell that she was uncomfortable with this, which made it all the more exciting. He was making her act in a manner that she found dirty. It made him feel powerful. The fact that her eyes were averted also gave him the opportunity to briefly touch himself without feeling like he was jerking off in front of her. He sighed with the pleasure of his own touch. He did want so much to jerk off. Alice would not look at Andy in the eyes as she held up her breasts for him. She felt too embarrassed. However, simply because she wasn't looking directly at him didn't mean that she didn't notice what he was doing with his hand. She didn't mind though. She in fact enjoyed seeing him play with himself. It made her realize how much she pleased him. She now wanted to play with herself as well. Andy let go of his cock and said, "Pull your panties down." The Lessons Ch. 13 Alice instinctively looked at Andy in surprise. Her pretty green eyes were wide open in apprehension. She did know that she would be taking off her panties eventually. She wanted to take them off, eventually, but the moment seemed to come too suddenly and too soon. She looked at him, not sure what to say, and then realized that she was still holding up her breasts. She let go of them. They bounced and wiggled before they settled down . Alice turned around to remove her panties. She looked back at him, her fingers in the waistband, pointlessly pausing to see if perhaps he might change his mind, but he just stood there, waiting, his erect cock telling her who was in charge. She looked into the black forest and bent over, pulling her panties down past her thighs, her knees, and even to her ankles. Andy wondered if she realized that turning her back to him was more revealing than facing him. If she had bent toward him he would have seen very little of her cunt. Her boobs would have wiggled around in the air but that would have been the most of it. With her back turned she couldn't see his face but it was like the child who tries to hide by covering her face. With her back turned and bent over, he could see a great deal. The little pouch of her cunt was well exposed. Alice had pubic hair toward the top of her cunt, but little toward the bottom. When she bent over, he got a good view of the slit of her cunt down the center of the soft mound of flesh in between her thighs. It was as if there was an upside down pouch of exposed flesh, with a bush of growth topping the soft flesh. And, even with her knees partially bent her bottom still opened up as the panties reached her ankles, allowing him to see into her crack, to see her little rose bud peeking out through the white crevice of her bottom. "Stop," he commanded. She was fully bent over, just about ready to pull the panties from her ankles, but she did as she was told. She waited to hear what he wanted, hoping that it would not be long, as she now realized that she was probably showing him a great deal of her most personal parts. She felt very slutty posing like this, but she was still enjoying herself. She was happy to be Andy's personal, private slut. Andy walked across the sleeping bag until he was standing right behind her. He took his stiff cock in his right hand and lightly dragged the round soft tip of his cock across the white cheeks of her ass. "Oh!" Alice exclaimed as she felt the contact. She knew what was touching her and she thought it very obscene. She lowered her head and sighed with arousal. The sight was equally stimulating for Andy. His swollen red knob contrasted well with the pure white flesh of her bottom. He repeatedly caressed her soft pale cheeks with the head of his cock. He occasionally just tapped her ass with his cock, enjoying the sound of his dick slapping against her flesh. It was a playful sort of spanking. He then placed the head of his cock at the top of the crack of her ass, and slowly drew it down the crevice, leaning back as it went down but also pushing his hips forward so that his dick got in between her cheeks. "Spread your cheeks." Alice looked up, into the dark woods, in apprehension. She wasn't expecting to have to do this. Spreading her cheeks would be a very dirty thing to do. It would be as if she wanted to show him her bottom hole, and she really didn't want to do that. She wondered why he would even want to see her anus. She wouldn't think that part of her would be at all sexy. It certainly wasn't pretty. It was in fact disgusting. It was where she pooped and released gas, things she would never let a guy see her do. "Do it," he commanded. She sighed, let go of her panties, and reached back to spread open the cheeks of her bottom. As she opened the crack she clenched shut her eyes, as if that somehow made her feel less exposed, as if she could deny what she was doing. She was actually showing a boy her butt hole, her poop hole. A whine of complaint and embarrassment escaped her lips, but this only made it all the more arousing for Andy. Andy then easily traced his cock down the reddish brown center of her ass. He moved it very slowly, enjoying every inch, each centimeter of progress down her crack, until, he reached her asshole. Alice's head jerked up with shock, her eyes wide open. She had to speak up at this. "Andy, no, you're not thinking about that? Are you?" She couldn't even say it. Andy just smiled. The sensation of feeling the wrinkles of her anus with the head of his cock was intense. He was at the door to her rectum. Just caressing her asshole with his cock felt so good. With one hard push he could perhaps even do it with Alice in her bottom. The thought was so very exciting. But, he could tell by the tone of her voice that this might again be going too far. Perhaps he should wait on this; perhaps another time would be better. However, he didn't want to think that whenever she said no, he would just comply. He was the one in charge. "Let go of your cheeks." She happily complied. Spreading her cheeks for him had been terribly embarrassing, even humiliating. She let go, shifting her hands to her knees to help maintain balance. Andy wanted her to let go so that her cheeks would wrap around the head of his cock. He liked how his cock even seemed to be a bit buried in her butt, not really entering her but at least appearing to do so. He also liked the feeling of her soft butt cheeks grasping the head of his cock, like she was trying to cuddle with him in a rather obscene way. He increased the effect by clasping her bottom with his hands and pushing the cheeks together. His cock was now thoroughly engulfed in the soft flesh of her butt. Alice blushed and shifted a bit to keep her balance. She looked to see if there was a tree nearby so she could brace herself, but there was nothing. However, even if there was, she certainly did not want to brace herself for him to actually get that thing inside of her, not that way. "Andy, please," she quietly pleaded. Andy relented, somewhat. He let go of her cheeks, enjoying how they sprang back, and said, "Get down on your knees." Alice was glad that was over. Hopefully he had only been just teasing. She got down on her knees, removing her panties in the process. Even though the panties were no longer providing any real cover, it was awkward realizing that she was now entirely naked. She turned her head back to look at him. He looked so powerful standing over her. His cock seemed to tower above her, now looking ever so much like a weapon. And, he still had all of his clothes on. "Aren't you going to take off anything?" she asked tentatively. "No, I don't think I should. If somebody comes along, it would be better if I still had my clothes on." She had to say the obvious. "But, what about me?" "Don't worry, I'm here. If somebody comes, you can roll up in the sleeping bag, and I will deal with them." It was true that it would be difficult for him to protect her if he was also undressed. If someone came along now he would only just have to get his penis back into his pants. She did like the fact that he was confidently asserting his ability to protect her. But, being the only one naked made her feel even more vulnerable, more under his thumb. "Get your bottom up in the air," he ordered. She submitted. She put her head down into the thick bedding of the sleeping bag and raised her bottom up in the air. She felt very dirty. She felt like a female dog, a tender sweet bitch submitting reluctantly to the strong, alpha male, displaying her sex parts to be used for his own filthy pleasure. It was embarrassing; and it didn't help that they were outdoors. It had been titillating to take her clothes off in the woods. She remembered when she was little, when she and her friends ran around in their undies in the backyard during a sleep-over. But this was no longer so innocent. Now she was sexually posturing like any other base animal of the forest. She was beginning to hope that he would finish soon so that nobody would see her like this. Andy, however, enjoyed her pose. He now had an excellent view of her asshole and her cunt, both open for him to use as he saw fit. Her lily white bottom looked adorable poking up in the night air, like a beacon for his cock. He quickly got down in between her legs, spreading them apart to give him a better view. Even her cunt seemed to spread open as her legs parted. He reached in between her thighs to feel her cunnie, the first one he ever felt. Alice jumped at the contact, but she did not resist or protest. In fact, she was glad that he was touching her there rather than the other spot. She even relaxed a bit, feeling that perhaps the threat of the anal sex was now over. Andy was enthralled with the feel of her cunt. He was surprised at how soft she was there, how sexy the mound felt, and, most surprising, how wet she was. He explored the rise and fall of her pouch and the folds of her slit. He drew his fingers up and down the slit, exploring the opening, trying to find his way in. Alice could feel herself getting wetter. It was embarrassing to be so openly exposed to his examination. It was even worse than being at the doctor, as her posture was so shameless, but she couldn't escape the pleasurable feeling of his fingers. She recognized that much of his behavior was simply curiosity and innocent inspection. She moved her knees up closer to her breasts and bent her back a bit more to give him more access. Andy felt his cock swell as she arched her back to give him a better view. She looked so obscene, and that was so unlike Alice. She even seemed to be getting wetter. His exploring finger then found an opening. He stopped to study it further. He circled his finger around and around, slowly working his way in. Alice closed her eyes and sighed openly with pleasure. His finger did feel so nice, working its way into her tight little vagina. "Andy," she whispered quietly. She felt herself opening up to him, and she did not resist. She in fact received his finger with willing pleasure. She instinctively circled her hips a bit to help him. Andy noticed the movement. He brought the fingers of his left hand into play. He used them to explore and fondle the top of her slit. He knew that this was where her clit was and that girls really enjoyed it when you stimulated them there. He slid his fingers up the slit until he came to the little hard protrusion. He fondled and massaged the tiny hard knob and flap of skin that seemed to surround it. Alice groaned. Andy even thought he saw her asshole pucker and twitch as he squirmed his finger in her cunt and massaged her clit. He knew better though than to mention it. He just concentrated on exploring the insides of her slit with his finger, slowing screwing his finger deeper and deeper into her cunt. Alice used her own fingers to grip the sleeping bag. She wanted to cry out in excitement but she felt much too self-conscious. The slurping noises of her vagina as his fingers sloshed around were embarrassing enough. She bit her lower lip to keep silent. She did, however, squirm her bottom with the twisting and sliding of his fingers. Andy, however, suddenly stopped. He withdrew his finger and said, "Turn over. I want you on your back." Alice was happy to comply. She didn't like the position of her butt up in the air. It seemed to be too animalistic, too guttural. She readily complied. She got back up on her knees and then turned around to face him. "How do you want me?" she asked submissively. "Lie back down, on your back, with your legs up." Just telling her what to do was exciting for Andy. He knew now that he was indeed the boss and that she would follow his lead. He just had to tell her and she would do it. Alice got back down on their "blanket," and brought her legs up. She wasn't sure what he meant by this. She first just folded her knees up against her breasts, keeping them there with her hands holding her knees. This wasn't Andy's intention but he liked the view. The pouch of her cunt seemed to be pushed out by this position, a wet full mound with little curls spread across the pale skin. He could even still see her asshole beneath. He admired the view for awhile and then commanded, "No, spread your legs open for me." Alice complied. As soon as she did so, however, she felt even more embarrassed than she had before. Sticking her butt up in the air was much more bestial, but lying in front of him with her legs spread was not only obscene but she could also now see him staring at her. She looked away in embarrassment. "Andy, don't look at me there, don't stare at it, it's, it's embarrassing, it's not right." Andy, however, just reached in and affectionately drew his finger down the length of her wet slit. "No, Alice, it is right, and it's so very pretty and sexy." Talking so openly about it though just made Alice even more self-conscious. She brought her hands to her face. She couldn't bear to see herself so openly spread for him, and to see him playing with her in such a dirty way. She liked his fingers so very much but it also seemed so wrong. Andy resumed his exploration of her cunt. In many respects he found this position to be preferable. It was easier to play with her hole and her button, and he also now could see her breasts at the same time. They were still quite full and round despite lying on her back, rising and falling with her breathing, a rate of breathing that was quite evidently rapid. "Take your hands away, I want see your pretty face." Alice complied, gripping the sleeping gap in nervousness and excitement, but still keeping her eyes closed. She blushed with embarrassment and flushed with excitement. Andy got up on his knees and leaned down over her. He braced himself on an elbow and used his right hand to firmly grasp her left breast. Alice gasped and opened her eyes. His face was now just inches from her own and they looked deeply into each other's eyes. She closed her eyes again as he squeezed and fondled her soft full breast. "Andy," she again whispered. He moved his hand over her breasts, fondling its roundness, its softness, and lightly playing with her erect nipple, tweaking and pinching its little stiffness. Alice whimpered and moaned in pleasure. Andy brought his face down, enjoying the scent of her perfume, the feel of her breath from her lips. He placed his lips on hers, giving her a soft, long kiss. She let go of the "blanket" and cradled his head in her hands, bringing his lips down harder onto her own. He opened his lips and kissed her deeply. She responded in kind, each pressing down hard on the other, exploring the lips of the other with their own. He used his tongue to lightly caress and moisten her lips, and she again responded in kind, licking and caressing his tongue with her own. They continued to kiss for some time as he slowly removed his hand from her breast and brought it down to his cock. He firmly grasped the shaft in his hand and brought it to her cunt, placing the soft head firmly in the lips of her slit. She opened her eyes in surprise and fear. She wanted it, but she was scared. She wanted to say something but he was still kissing her deeply and would not pull back, either his lips or his cock. He moved the head of his cock up and down her slit, moving it in deeper as he went, until he again found her opening. He then pushed in with his hips . She released her lips from his, turned her head, and moaned. "Oh my, oh my goodness, " she gasped. He began to make very slow and brief strokes, moving in less than inch, pulling back, and then just a bit more, and pulling back; each time a bit more but never much more. But with each effort his cock slowly went in deeper, and deeper. She brought her hands to his shoulders. She squeezed her eyes shut. She grasped hard on his shoulders, his strong, manly shoulders, as she felt the large bulb of the head of his cock try to force its way deeper, deeper into her vagina. It felt so good, so big, so sexy. Andy then felt a release of resistance and his cock moved in deep; not entirely all the way, but now easily a few inches. He let go of the shaft of his cock, confident that it would stay. The feeling was amazing. He always enjoyed jerking off; the feel of his hand on his erect cock was so nice. The feel of Alice's hand on his cock was even better, and even better still had been the feel of her wet, soft mouth and lips on his cock. But, none of this came close to her soft, warm, wet cunt fully engulfing every inch of his cock . It was like every nerve at every point of his cock was being stroked, stimulated, grasped all at the same time, fully wrapped and tightly enclosed by the soft, warm wetness of her cunt. Two parts of the body never seemed to fit so well together, to be so perfect for each other. It was like her cunnie was made to give his cock the most possible stimulation that could be provided. He pushed harder and harder to get his cock even deeper into her cunt, wondering if he could get all of it in, wondering if he could feel the end of her cunt, wondering how it would feel, but with each plunge he just felt his cock more fully engulfed, more fully clasped by her soft, wet, tight warmth, it was like she could give him as much as he wanted, take from him as much as he wanted to give. The speed of his plunging increased. She openly started to gasp. She wrapped her arms fully around his back, pulling him tightly against her. "Oh Andy," she gasped, "it feels so good, it's like you're spearing me with your big strong weapon." He pushed his right hand underneath her body to grasp the cheeks of her firm yet soft ass. He clutched and squeezed her bottom, using his firm grip to bring her cunt tighter against him, to help him stuff his cock deeper inside her. Alice began clutching and gripping the muscles on his back, using her fingernails to lightly scratch and claw as she gave in to the intense pleasure of his cock, plunging in and out of her cunt. She whispered in breathless passion, "Andy, please, pierce me with it, stab with me your penis." Andy brought his lips back to hers, resuming their deep, passionate kissing as he was fucking her cunt, deeper and faster, pounding in and out as she clutched his dick hard and tight with her cunt. He let go of her ass and brought it back to her cunt, slipping it in between their bodies as he pulled back to bring his thumb to the button of her clit. He pressed down on her wet clit with his thumb, circling and massaging it as he continued to pound her cunnie. He was plunging with a flurry, openly gasping himself with excitement while they kissed and licked at each other's mouths and lips. He then grunted with the feel of the inevitable explosion and pushed in deep as his cum burst through his loins, through his cock, and into her cunt. Alice felt the sudden throb in his cock and new what was happening. She grasped his head in her hands and whispered through their kisses, "Andy, yes, cum inside, let it cum inside me," and she too then felt her orgasm sweep across her. Her body twitched with pleasure as each wave overcame her. She tried to keep quiet, feeling too ashamed to openly display her feelings, but she showered his face with her kisses, whispering again and again, "Oh Andy, I feel you cumming, oh dear, yes, it's so nice." Andy needed no encouragement, but her passionate entreaties allowed him to simply let it happen, and to enjoy it happening. He felt his cock throb with each spurt, spraying his cum deep into her cunt. He could even the walls and muscles of her cunt clenching and squeezing his cock, as if she was using her cunt to extract more and more of his cum. He could feel her cunt getting wetter and wetter with each release, the warmth of his cum mixing with the warmth wetness of her cunt, blanketing and drowning his cock as he continued to gush his cum deep into her cunt. The Lessons Ch. 13 When he finished he stopped playing with her clit and moved his hand back up to clutch her full breast, feeling the deep pounding of her heart, and the rapidity of her breathing. He stayed on top of her, breathing deeply, catching his own breath. He looked into her eyes. She was smiling up at him, curling his messy hair within her fingers. "My big man gave me a present, didn't he?" she playfully asked. "Should I have pulled out?" knowing full well he should have, or at least have talked about it beforehand. "Don't worry honey, I started on the pill months ago. My parents don't know. They'd be pretty upset, particularly daddy." He smiled back, thinking what her father would say if they saw them now, but, more so, thinking how nice it felt to be in her arms, to make love to her. They stayed in their embrace for quite some time. To be continued . . . - - - - - - - - - - - - I hope you liked. Again, I happy to get suggestions for new ideas and ways to improve. Please do vote. I must admit that getting good votes is a substantial encouragement (the copyediting is very tedious). In any case, I hope you enjoyed it. The Lessons Ch. 14 This is Chapter Fourteen of The Lessons. If you haven't already done so, you are encouraged to read the earlier chapters to understand portions of this story. * * * * * * * Mr. Peters returned to his office toward the end of classes. It had been a long day. He had three classes and two committee meetings, plus a disconcerting discussion with Dean Jackson. The Dean had apparently received an inquiry regarding Mr. Peters' methods of discipline. The Dean had reassured him that he would fully support him as the Dean was very familiar with his prior success at Abberville. Templeton had provided Mr. Peters an affirmative endorsement when he was hired, and the Dean already had reports from a number of faculty of the improvement in the behavior of students. The Dean was in fact considering the possibility of having Mr. Peters conduct a workshop on his techniques for some of the faculty. Miss Bixley even stopped by in person to request that Mr. Peters deal with some recent delinquent behavior by some of the cheerleaders. Nevertheless, the Dean did feel that he should provide Mr. Peters with a heads-up concerning the parental inquiry. The college always had to treat the parents with respect and care but the Dean felt that the inquiry would likely go no farther than his desk. Mr. Peters was reassured by this explicit endorsement but if it was not in fact going to go farther than the desk of Dean Jackson then it was unclear why the Dean had felt the need to speak to him directly about it. The Dean had even asked him to stop by before he left for the day to have a "brief chat" about the matter. This was not particularly convenient as he had already filled this time with some last minute student appointments. Well, the students would simply have to wait as he could not brush off a request of the Dean. His mood shifted though once he returned to his office. Waiting in the center of the room was a large box. In fact, more a crate than a box. He had not ordered any new equipment so he had no idea what this might be. He immediately set to opening the box, which was no easy task as it was quite thoroughly sealed and well packaged. Once he got through the packing, however, he had to chuckle. Someone had sent him a wooden pillory. Not a real or authentic antique, but a very nice reproduction. It appeared to be made of sturdy Brazilian cherry. It was a bit shorter than he would imagine an authentic pillory might be, standing perhaps no more than four feet in height. However, it was clearly functional. The hinged top board easily raised for the insertion of the head and wrists. Upon release it clicked shut, requiring a key to reopen. He dug around in the box to find the key, the manual for instructions and care, and a catalogue for additional ersatz reproductions. He put the key in his pocket. Attached to the pillory itself was a card. He smiled as he read the note. The pillory was a group present from some of the students of his past classes at Abberville. They had since graduated but they discovered that he had transferred to Templeton when they returned to Abberville for homecoming. The card read: 'We want to let you know how sad and happy we hear that you have moved on to greater glory. It was a loss for Abberville but we're sure a gain for Templeton and for yourself. We will always remember the pleasurable (yet painful) times we spent in your office, learning the finer points of demeanor and discipline. Someday we would like to return the favor (ha ha!). In any case, we hope the enclosed does come in handy with your new students. Best of luck and with fond memory." Each of them signed their names (Lonnie, Betty, Mary Lou, Jimmy, Ted, and Janice). Just thinking of those days brought back sentimental feelings. For a moment, he wondered if it had been a mistake to leave, particularly after the encounter with Dean Jackson. Well, no use second-guessing that decision now. He chuckled at the thought of actually using the pillory. He couldn't help but imagine the fun of using it with the cheerleaders when they came for their disciplinary meeting in his office later that week, but he suspected that this might be going too far. Nevertheless, it would at least make for a good conversation piece and would probably put a useful scare in the minds of a student who was not yet sure about whether to take him seriously. He dragged the heavy contraption over to the side of his desk where any student standing in front of the desk would see it. Frankly, it would be the first thing a person would notice upon entering the room. He had to admit that it really was an appropriate and well considered present from his prior students. He stood and admired it for some time. But, he knew he had to see Dean Jackson so he dragged the empty box and packing out into the hallway and then headed to the office of the Dean. Minutes after he left, Miss Harding arrived to ask for his advice on how to handle some of her students. She knew that she was perhaps going too far and she was feeling reluctant to even use his techniques out of a fear that she could no longer trust herself. It was evident to her that she obtained considerable sexual pleasure in spanking and humiliating the male students. She wasn't sure if she would be able to tell Mr. Peters all of the details, but he must have had some experience with her concerns and would perhaps be able to provide helpful advice. She knocked on his door but there was no answer. She was surprised as she knew that he was usually in his office at this time. This was the time of the day in which he worked with students outside of his class. Miss Harding was in fact considering referring one or more of her own students to him. Well, she could at least leave a note on his desk to let him know that she had been looking for him. She opened the door. Mr. Peters was right that the pillory instantly drew one's attention. 'What in the world is he doing with that,' she wondered. She couldn't believe that he actually used a pillory. Yet, it was standing right by his desk. However, it also appeared to be a bit small. It probably was just a conversation piece, not really a functional pillory. She approached for a closer inspection. It was rather small. Her understanding was that most persons had to stand straight up when their head and hands were held by the two boards, although she realized that she could easily be wrong about this. It wasn't like she was an expert on such things. She raised the upper board and pulled it aside. She couldn't get it all the way over as it bumped up against the shade of a floor lamp. She leaned the board against the shade. It just didn't seem right to her. The holes for the wrists and neck did appear to be cut to a correct size but the structure just seemed too short. She leaned down into it, as if she was being placed into the pillory. The neck and wrist holes were indeed fine but she was quite well bent over. Perhaps this was one which held persons who were to be publicly flogged or spanked on their bottoms, although it would still seem to be too low for a really tall person. She did though find it kind of titillating to have her hands and head in the slots of the lower board, as if she was about to be punished. She knew that to be in a real pillory would be just awful, if not abusive, but there was something fun about a playful pretending. She then realized how she would look to someone who might suddenly enter the room, including Mr. Peters. For all she knew he might have already returned to his office only to see her bent over, pretending to be pilloried. She quickly pulled back to extract herself before he returned. However, she forgot that the holes were large enough for her neck and wrists but too small for her head and hands. As she pulled back she jarred the frame, shaking the upper board off of its position against the lamp shade. Before she realized what was happening it crashed down across her neck and wrists, clicking shut. She pulled. She couldn't get her hands out. She tried again and again, but it was clearly impossible. She tried twisting her wrist and scrunching her fingers tightly together. Nothing. Not only did her efforts hurt a bit but, more importantly, they were in no way successful. This was not good. In fact, this was awful. It was very uncomfortable, but worse, potentially very embarrassing. What could she possibly say when Mr. Peters returned? In fact, would he return? Perhaps he had in fact gone for the day? Was she going to be here all night? She had a moment of panic. No, that wouldn't happen. The door to his office was unlocked. He wouldn't leave his office unlocked. He would be back, and he would probably be back soon. Not to worry. Nothing to worry about. Once he returned he would let her out. She considered calling for help but she had no idea who would come and find her. If she was going to be caught in this thing, the least embarrassing would probably be him, unless, of course, he returned with someone else. The thought of that brought back the panic. What if he came back with the Dean? Or maybe with a whole group of teachers? She again considered yelling out, but she again decided no. Even if someone from the hall came in, they might not know how to get it unlatched. There must be a key or something and Mr. Peters probably had the key. They might still have to wait for him. In the meantime she would have to be in this embarrassing posture with whomever had found her. No, it was best just to wait for him to return. It was toward the end of the day. He would be back soon. However, minutes passed and nobody arrived. She shifted her legs around, trying to get comfortable. He better come back. Maybe he doesn't lock his door when he leaves. No, of course he does. No faculty members leave their office doors unlocked for the night. There are thieves on all campuses and the office will contain private records of students. He'll be back, but when? And, equally important, what will he think? What will he do? She wondered if he might in fact even try to take advantage of her. She was about as open and vulnerable as she could be. That was the original purpose of the pillory. No, Mr. Peters wouldn't do that. That would be rape and he was certainly no rapist. She tried to patiently wait for his return. As she waited, she imagined him taking advantage of her. The fantasy was actually somewhat appealing. She knew it wouldn't happen but it wasn't a bad fantasy. She didn't really want him to do anything. She would hate to think that he really was a rapist and would do such a thing, but it was kind of fun to fantasize about being used by Mr. Peters while she was locked in the pillory. She imagined him slowly lifting her skirt, caressing her bottom through her panties, feeling her breasts through her blouse. She began to feel a bit excited. Nothing wrong in allowing herself to fantasize about it. It certainly helped past the time, as well as distract herself in a rather delightful way from her fears and concerns. After enjoying the view of her womanly bottom, maybe he would then slowly pull down her panties, exposing all of her private parts to him. She would complain and protest, protecting her dignity and modesty, but she really wouldn't mind. She would not object strongly or loudly enough to actually stop him. She would even spread her legs a bit to give him a better view and to encourage him to go further. Maybe he would tell her that she had two choices: a hard spanking or a blow job. She would take the blow job. She wondered what that would be like. She imagined that he was quite big. Actually, she wouldn't mind either one of the two choices. He probably shouldn't spank her though, as his office is hardly sound-proofed. But, any passing faculty or administrator would just think that he was disciplining a student. If he locked the door they would be safe. She began to squirm a bit in the pillory as she imagined what Mr. Peters could, or perhaps dare say, might do to her? No, it really wouldn't happen. He was a well-regarded professional and, for all she knew, he didn't find her the least bit attractive. Well, that couldn't really be true. She knew that she was a very striking woman. She had quite large breasts and pretty facial features. Her legs were perhaps her best feature that she always accentuated well with a variety of alluring nylons and tight, short skirts. She had indeed worn one of her tight business skirts today. She wondered how much of her nylons and thighs were being displayed as she was bent over in the pillory. She suspected quite a bit as her skirt was quite short. She also knew that her butt was well presented in this rather immodest posture. Perhaps he might even be able to see some of her panties? Her feelings of arousal shifted again to anxiety as she imagined him responding to the sight of her caught in the pillory with laughter rather than arousal. What if he told everyone else about it? Perhaps he would even take pictures? She then heard the door open. She breathed a sigh of relief. Thank goodness this would end soon. However, it wasn't Mr. Peters. It was instead Chris Hansun, one of the chess club boys that she had punished earlier that month. Mr. Peters had asked him to come to his office. Chris had not been looking forward to this, knowing the reputation of Mr. Peters as a tough disciplinarian. He had already been severely embarrassed by Miss Harding. He certainly didn't want an experience like that again. When he entered the room, however, he was greeted with a very pleasant surprise. He instantly recognized the derriere of Miss Harding, along with her long shapely legs, once again dressed with quite sexy nylons. She was well bent over, apparently stuck in a pillory? He couldn't believe his luck. He was about to say something when she spoke. "Jack? Is that you? Thank goodness. I thought you wouldn't be here for hours. This is so embarrassing. I was just playing around and I got caught in this thing. You really should have a sign on it or something." As she spoke, Chris considered his options. Miss Harding did indeed appear to be quite stuck and she didn't know it was him who had entered the room. In fact, she thought he was Mr. Peters and, apparently, Mr. Peters was going to be gone for hours. After what she did to him (see Chapter 9), he could hardly resist the temptation to extract at least some revenge. He quietly locked the door, cleared his throat, and approached the arresting backside of Miss Harding. "Oh thank you so much Jack." Chris stood right behind her. Her business skirt was pulled up quite high by her posture. He could see well up to the top of her nylons that were being held by a black lace garter belt. She was a very sexy sight. "I know I must look quite a sight, bent over like this. I was a little worried that someone might come in and take advantage of me, or something. Thank goodness you came back!" Chris rested his hand on Miss Harding's outstretched backside. Her head raised and eyes widened in shock. There was a moment of silence as each pondered the situation. Miss Harding could feel the hand of "Mr. Peters" resting on her bottom. Having her derriere sticking out like that was apparently an enticement that he could not resist. She was flattered. Maybe her little fantasy might in fact become a reality? She felt his hand move across her rear. It felt nice. She could feel a warmth spreading through her loins. She decided to encourage him. "Oh, Mr. Peters," she whispered in an enticing manner, "you naughty man. What are you doing?" Chris was encouraged. Not only did she think it was Mr. Peters, she didn't even seem to mind what "he" was doing. Chris continued to explore the curves of her sexy bottom, still covered by the fabric of her tightly stretched skirt. He brought his left hand into action as well, grasping hold of her delicious cheeks through her business skirt. He couldn't believe that he was actually fondling the butt of Miss Harding, his biology teacher. His dick swelled in excitement. Miss Harding whispered further encouragement. "Oh Jack, you're not going to give me a spanking now, are you?" She subtly moved her hips back and forth to further excite him. Chris wanted to do a lot more than that. He reached down to grasp the hem of her skirt and slowly pulled it up, past the straps of her garter belt. Miss Harding again lifted her head up, apprehension in her eyes. She wanted this, but it was still a little scary. She was entirely defenseless. She was not adverse to having a sexual relationship with Jack Peters but she had never imagined that the first time would be like this. She was nervous but she did not resist. Chris pulled the skirt up to her panties, revealing a large pouch of fabric between her legs, then past the full curves of her bottom. He laid it across her back, disclosing a gorgeous sight. She was wearing black lace boyshort panties that exposed the lower curves of her buns. They were matched by the black lace embroidered garter belt. Chris traced his fingers along the lace of her panties, enjoying the feel of the diaphanous fabric and the curves of her womanly derriere. "That feels so nice, Jack. You have such nice fingers. Do you like my panties?" Chris almost responded but fortunately realized that he had to keep his mouth shut. To avoid having to explain himself he gave her a sharp slap on her ass. "Oh!" Miss Harding exclaimed in shock and mild pain. "Jack," she said in a gasp, "Don't hurt me, and I'll be good." She whispered in a sultry tone, "I'll do what you want; just be careful." Chris smiled. She was right about that. He slid his hands under her panties and grasped each of her soft full cheeks in his hands. He squeezed and massaged the firm yet fleshy globes of her butt. Miss Harding's breathing accelerated. Chris' dick was now rock hard. Chris moved his hands over, around, and under her cheeks, exploring the smooth skin still hidden from view by her black panties. She swung and wiggled her hips in response. He leaned down and gave her a firm kiss on her exposed back, just above the waistline. She groaned. He stood back up, withdrew his hands, and unclasped her nylons. She moaned in apprehensive submission. When her nylons were free he grasped the top of her panties and suddenly, forcefully, pulled them down to her knees. "Oh my, Jack," she gasped in excitement. She now felt so very much exposed and vulnerable. She was bent over fully in front of him, unable to move or defend herself, and her panties were at her knees. He could now see everything, and do anything he wanted. She felt herself getting very wet. Her bum was large but firm and well curved. There were no signs of cellulite. It was like a big white soft moon. Chris basked in the vision. He caressed her naked curves with his hands, tracing and then even scratching his fingers along her stripped and exposed flesh. Miss Harding moaned in appreciation. He ran his fingers along her crack, remembering how she had shoved a thermometer up his ass. He knelt down behind her to enjoy all that he could see. Her womanly cunt was very appealing. She had fleshy layers of cunt lips, a pair of large lips that hung down, with another smaller but still evident set of lips inside. He ran his fingers along the slit, exploring the flaps and folds, feeling her wetness. She closed her eyes with the pleasure of his exploration. She spread her legs farther to give him more room, stretching the panties at her knees. He explored her slit, drawing a finger up and down the fissure, searching for the way in. He found her hole and began circling his finger around and around, slowing working his way in. Miss Harding openly groaned in pleasure. Her heart was pounding with excitement, the temperature of her body seemed to be rising. She gave a mild wiggle to her hips, helping and encouraging him to stick his finger deep inside her cunt. The Lessons Ch. 14 Keeping his finger embedded in her cunt, Chris stood up. He stood over Miss Harding's naked butt while shoving his finger deep into her cunt. Her cunt was so hot and wet. He explored the soft, wet, tight flesh with his finger. When he was deep inside he pulled back out, and this time pushed two fingers in. "Oh Jack," Miss Harding whispered, her voice a bit hoarse and broken with passion. Chris fucked her with his two fingers, feeling her get wetter and wetter as he screwed and plunged his fingers in, out, and around her cunt. Her pussy made sloshing and slurping noises. Miss Harding's legs danced with pleasure, her butt squirmed with passion. Chris never imagined that a girl could act so wanton, perhaps this was how girls got when they got as old as Miss Harding. She was a teacher, his teacher, and now she was dancing with lust on his fingers. "Do it Jack, do it to me," Miss Harding moaned. Chris suddenly stopped. He removed his fingers. There was another moment of silence. Miss Harding opened her eyes, wondering what was next. She then heard the sound of "Mr. Peters'" zipper going down. She closed her eyes, waiting for his entry. Chris removed his stiff, erect cock from his pants. He was burning with arousal. He knew that he would not last long. This was just too darn exciting. He brought the head of his dick to her soaked, open cunt. Miss Harding felt the touch of the engorged head of his dick on the lips of her cunt. She raised her butt up higher, giving herself to him like a dog in heat. He plunged into her cunt, feeling the tight wetness of her fleshy cunt enveloping his dick, wrapping itself around every inch of his cock. He was in. He was in the cunt of the beautiful and sexy Miss Harding. He was fucking his biology teacher from behind, and she was taking it like an animal in heat. He bent down over her and grasped her boobs through her blouse. "Yes, Mr. Peters," she gasped in excitement. "Do it, yes, do it," she moaned as she felt his hands firmly grasp and crush her large breasts. His cock was not as big as she had imagined Jack would be, but still, he was a very sexy and handsome man (and clearly strong and assertive), and now he was giving her what she wanted, and in a way that was so dirty, so wrong, but so very sexy. Chris used his hold on her boobs to maintain his balance as he plunged in and out of her cunt. He felt so manly, so powerful, like a rutting bull, as he fucked Miss Harding from behind. Her cunt felt so good around his cock, so wet and tight. This was so much better than jerking off. The feel of her juicy cunt was so complete, so enveloping, so gripping. He grabbed tightly on her breasts, crushing them with his hands. He could feel her nipples stiffening in his grip. Miss Harding had rarely been fucked in such an animalistic way. She felt like a helpless member of a harem whose turn it was to be screwed by the sultan, or perhaps even more appropriate, like a female bitch member of a wild herd of dogs, being used this evening by the alpha male whether she wanted it or not. She felt like she was being used, even abused, but she was also so terribly excited and aroused. She enjoyed it. She felt ashamed to admit it, but it was true. She spread her legs as wide as she could, which wasn't so easy with the panties gripping her knees, but she could help by pushing back hard against his cock each time he plunged in. She felt like telling him to fuck her, to fuck her hard, but she couldn't get herself to speak like that. Her guttural and raunchy thrusts and swings of her hips, and her gasping and panting moans of excitement, spoke much more loudly than words. She clasped down as hard as she could with her cunt, trying to grip and massage his cock as much as possible. She knew in just a few more minutes she would explode in a thunderous orgasm. Chris felt the muscles of her cunt clasping his cock as he worked it in and out. His own orgasm was just seconds away. He could slow it down, try to make it last longer, but he knew that with every second that passed the possibility that Mr. Peters would return increased exponentially. He instead increased the rapidity of his thrusts. He let go of her breasts and stood straight up. He grasped hold of the cheeks of her buns and rapidly pounded her butt with his hips. Each thrust hit her ass with a resounding slap. He could see the cheeks shudder and wiggle with each collision, and then the intense feeling of the inescapable impending orgasm. He pushed in hard as his first gush of sperm exploded from his cock into her cunt. He slowed his strokes as he basked in the feeling of the spurts shooting from his balls through his dick and out the head into her cunt. It shot inside her with substantial force, like a pressure hose blasting hot cum deep down into her hole. Miss Harding felt his orgasm. She felt most every squirt shooting inside of her, and the increasing wetness inside her cunt as it filled with his wet, hot cum. She enjoyed the sensation but she also had to admit disappointment, at least to herself. She had not yet cum herself, and he was already finished. She had hoped that he would last much longer. It really had not been much time at all. She knew that it was unusually exciting sex, novel and unique to say the least, but she wished that he would have had better self-control. She was surprised that he didn't have more staying power. Oh well, she relaxed and enjoyed the feeling of his pulsating, throbbing cock in her cunt as he jettisoned his cum. When he was done, Chris paused a moment to catch his breath. His hands were moist with perspiration and he could feel his cock soaked with the wetness of her cunt and his own cum. He pulled out his cock, bringing with it a considerable amount of their juices, a good proportion of which flowed down her thigh, across her nylons. Miss Harding smiled and said breathlessly, "You made quite a mess there, Mr. Peters, are you going to clean me up?" Chris didn't say anything. He quickly put his cock back into his pants. Miss Harding heard him zip up. She waited for him to unlock the pillory. There was instead silence. She thought she heard footsteps. Maybe he was going across the room to get the key? "What are you doing, Jack?" she asked. She then heard the click of the clasp being turned on the door. "Jack?" she asked again. She heard the door open, the sound of him leaving, and then the door closing again. "Jack!" she said more loudly. What was he doing, she wondered. Why did he just leave? Why wasn't he explaining himself? She tried again to free herself from the pillory but any effort was simply fruitless. She couldn't understand why he would have left. It's possible that he went elsewhere to get the key but there was no reason for him not to explain this to her. In fact, she now realized that he might not have said anything to her the whole time. She went back through her mind everything that had just happened, from the moment he entered the room to the moment he came in her vagina. Recalling the past few minutes was itself arousing. She had enjoyed it a great deal. She was reminded again of how he left her just short of her own orgasm. She clutched her thighs together in frustrated arousal. But, she couldn't recall what, if anything, he had ever said. As soon as Chris left the room he dashed down the hall to the front of the building where Ron was waiting for him. Both Chris and Ron had appointments with Mr. Peters. Chris was to meet with him first, followed by Ron. He had planned to tell Ron how it went before he had to meet with him. He now had much better news to tell. He told Ron about Miss Harding, what he did, and that she was still locked in the pillory, just waiting for more sex. He told her how she had thought it was Mr. Peters and how much she had enjoyed it. He urged him to take his own turn. Ron, however, was reluctant. Chris had been in his office for so long that Mr. Peters would probably arrive at any second. Chris, however, told him that he would wait for him just inside of the building's entrance. He would be able to see Mr. Peters for quite some distance down the sidewalk before he even got to the building. If he saw him coming back, he would run back down the hall and knock on the door, letting Ron know that it was time to get out. Mr. Peters' office was at the far corner of the front hallway, and they could easily make their escape around the corner and out the back door before he even got to the front steps of the building. There would be plenty of time. The chance of having sex with Miss Harding was difficult for Ron to resist. Just the thought of it was stimulating. He could feel his cock swelling in his slacks. He recalled the previous day when she had played with his erection while he snuggled against her breasts (see Chapter 9). He got more aroused. "Yea, ok, you wait right up here, by the door, and keep a good look out." He smiled at the thought of what he was about to do. Chris gave him important warnings. "Don't ever say anything, don't let her know who you are, and don't take long. Get in and get out quickly, of her, as well as his office," Chris joked. Ron patted him on the back and took off to Mr. Peters' office. When he arrived, he first stopped to listen. He couldn't hear anything inside. He carefully, quietly, opened the door. Chris had been right. Bent over by Mr. Peters' desk was Miss Harding, still trapped in the pillory, bent over from the waist, her skirt tossed over her back, her naked butt and cunt fully exposed to his view. She was a beautiful woman. Most every male student had a crush on her, and now he was looking at her bare white round bottom, ready and willing to be fucked, and to be fucked by him. She was moving her legs and feet around. Her panties had by now fallen to the floor. She realized that there was no point in just leaving them wrapped around her ankles. That would only just add to the embarrassment if someone, or actually someone else, entered the room. She kicked and struggled to get them from around her ankles. Ron smiled at the sight. Her struggles made the naked cheeks of her bottom wiggle and shake, occasionally giving him better peeks at her cunt and even her butt hole. He sneaked into the room and carefully shut the door. He slowly and quietly turned the clasp to lock it. Locking the door was no defense against Mr. Peters but it might at least stop someone else from entering the room. He silently crept up to the naked bottom of Miss Harding, jiggling and prancing in an erotic display as she worked at her panties. By the time he reached her, she had gotten the panties off of her ankles and was trying to maneuver them around to the front of the pillory. She wasn't too sure why she was doing this but it was the only bit of modesty over which she had any control. She was also slowly coming to the realization that it might not have in fact been Jack Peters that had just had sex with her. Ron paused to enjoy the show. Miss Harding's buns were delectable, so round, luscious, and inviting. He crouched down to consider every detail as she worked the panties around the pillory. The lifting and sliding of her leg continued to give him nice peeks of her womanly slit and at times even her rosebud. He reached between his legs and stroked his growing erection. He couldn't believe he was actually looking right at Miss Harding's naked cunt. She was showing him virtually everything. This was going to be such good fun. He noticed the remnants of Chris' cum, still leaking down her leg. He leaned in closer, gripping his hard cock through his pants. Miss Harding was concentrating on her panties, not wanting to think any further about what just happened. Suddenly, however, she thought that she felt something, someone's breath, on her butt. Her eyes widened in surprise. She froze in place. Ron noticed her tension. He reached out and gently placed his hand on one of her cheeks. "Oh my!" Miss Harding exclaimed. "Who is that?! Is it you again? Please, please who is it?" Ron extended his other hand, grasped both cheeks, and spread them open, revealing to his lustful eyes the red furrows and grooves of her anus. "No!" she yelped. Ron instantly let go of her cheeks, a moment of fear that she might scream in panic. "Please don't do anything. Just, please, let me out of this. I won't tell anyone anything about it." She was quite sincere about that. All of this was so embarrassing that she didn't want anybody to know about it. She thought of screaming for help but that could just make matters worse. Ron was rubbing his stiff cock through his pants. There was no way that he was going to let her go before he had his turn. Even if he didn't have sex with her, he wasn't sure that she would keep her word and, besides, once she knew it was him she would probably figure out that the first boy had been Chris. He realized though that he better hurry up. He unzipped his pants. Miss Harding heard the zipper go down. Feelings of anxiety overwhelmed her. "Not again, please. I promise I will won't press charges if you just unlock me." Ron looked at the lock. There was no key in it. He probably couldn't let her go even if he wanted to. He pulled his hard erect cock from his pants. He gave it a few strokes to stiffen it further. It seemed like he had never felt this aroused, this hard. He leaned into her and placed the swollen bulb of his cock against the wet, soft lips of her cunt. "Oh my," Miss Harding moaned. "Not again." She felt him plunge into her cunt, her warm, wet lips spreading to accept the head and then closing around his shaft. Ron was delirious with pleasure. His cock was actually embedded in Miss Harding's cunt. It felt so good, so warm, so wet. Even knowing that the wetness was due in part to Chris' cum didn't bother him. The most important truth was that her cunt was grasping and massaging every inch of his stiff dick. It was like his cock was wrapped tightly in warm, wet, silky softness. He plunged it in deeper, moaning in pleasure. Miss Harding heard the moan. It was not a deeply masculine moan, not like the moan of a grown man. She also felt that his cock wasn't appreciably large. It's not that faculty or staff naturally had larger cocks than the students, but it reinforced her impression that he might be a student. "Are you one of my students?" she gasped, in between the plunging of his cock.. Ron stopped. He didn't say anything, but the fact that he stopped gave her the answer. "You are, aren't you?" Ron was frozen. He didn't know what to do. He sure wasn't going to admit to it but he couldn't deny it either. He figured the best thing to do would be to finish and get out of there before she figured out anything else. He resumed the movement of his hips. Miss Harding grunted and lurched as his hips banged against her butt. "Listen, young man, I, unh," she exclaimed as he banged into her, "I promise I won't tell your parents, the administration, anyone." She paused, finding it hard to articulate her thoughts as she was being hammered from behind. "If you stop now, oh!, uh, please don't continue to do this." Ron continued to fuck her. "You must realize how embarrassing this is for me. Urrh. Oh my. Please, after all, I'm your teacher." She dropped her head, feeling herself getting wetter, her breath quickening in pace. "It's just so humiliating." Actually, this only made it more arousing for Ron. He felt his cock swell further with her submissive pleading. He pushed farther inside and leaned down over her. Miss Harding then tried to assert her authority. "Now stop that young man, I'm warning you. You can get into serious trouble." Ron almost felt like laughing at that. Miss Harding was trying to order him around as he had her bent over, trapped in a pillory, and was fucking her hard from behind. Miss Harding also recognized that she hardly could assert much authority with her naked ass exposed and her cunt being used. He brought his hand around her thighs, under her body, and touched her clit. It was all wet with her juices. He began to stroke, pinch, and rub it with his fingers. "Oh goodness, don't touch me there. Please." Miss Harding began to pant in arousal. She tried to not let herself get excited again, but, it was too late. There were a number of the boys with whom she would be very willing to have sex. She already had sex with a few of them. She enjoyed seducing the young men. Seducing them was of course much different than been taken advantage of like this, but there was still a part of this that was uniquely alluring. She would not have minded if it had been Jack Peters. The fact that it was one of her students instead, if that was in fact true, was much more debasing, but it was the indignity that was also so exciting and arousing. She closed her eyes and felt his fingers stroking and massaging her cunt while his young cock moved in and out of her cunt. She gave up and let herself enjoy it. She clenched the muscles of her cunt around his young cock. "Just don't tell anyone you did this, please? I'll let you do it if you just keep it a secret." Ron found that to be an odd statement as she seemed to be in no position really to negotiate. However, perhaps she was just indicating that she would keep it a secret if he did as well. He patted her bottom a couple of times with his left hand, as an effort to let her know that he agreed. She confessed. "It does feel good but it's so embarrassing, I hope you at least appreciate that," she pleaded. He again patted her bottom as he continued to feel and massage her clit. Her cunt felt so good around his cock, so hot and wet, and even tight. He had imagined that a woman's cunt would be big, that he would hardly be able to feel anything, and that she wouldn't feel anything, but instead she felt so nicely tight, like a wet soft glove that was snuggly wrapped around his dick. He let go of her clit. Miss Harding sighed in disappointment. She had wanted to cum so badly this time. She was now meeting his movements with her own. Clamping onto his cock as much as she could. It was clear that he wasn't at all large but he was still plenty large enough. However, the movements of his cock also ceased. "Please don't stop," surprising even herself that she now wanted the stranger to fuck her. She then felt his fingers on the front of her blouse. Her eyes widened in surprise and worry. She felt each button being opened. He was removing her blouse? He wanted to feel the big boobs of Miss Harding. After he unbuttoned her blouse he pulled it out from the waist of her skirt and brought his hands underneath. He moved up the skin of her back. He reached the clasp of her bra. He struggled with it a bit, but after a few clumsy efforts, he unclasped her bra. Miss Harding whimpered in apprehension. Ron leaned back down on her and again brought his hands around beneath her, this time to pull the cups away from her large breasts, allowing them to droop freely beneath her. Miss Harding blushed with this new invasion of her body. Her breasts now hung pendulously beneath her as she was bent over and trapped in the pillory. She felt his young hands grab onto them, exploring their bulbous softness that was now exaggerated by having them so loosely hanging down from her body. Ron squeezed and rubbed them. He played with their bulbous softness. They were so large, like big water balloons of flesh, swinging beneath her. He bounced them in his hands and swung them left and right. He smiled, wanting to laugh with the pleasure and fun. He couldn't escape the image that he was milking the fleshy balloons of Miss Harding. Miss Harding was blushing profusely with his discourteous, obscene, and infantile manipulations. His hands were not those of a mature lover caressing her in an affectionate seduction. They felt like a boy urgently exploring, manipulating, playing with her breasts like they were toys. But, still, her nipples stiffened with his tough and she was glad that he had resumed the stroking of his cock in and out of her cunt. She sighed, letting herself enjoy the feelings of this young man mounting her from behind, fucking her like she was his dirty sex slave. She began to move her hips to match his own. The Lessons Ch. 14 Ronnie gripped hard on her big boobs. He wasn't planning on telling anyone but it would be hard to keep this secret. He might be the only student in school that had ever felt the big boobs of Miss Harding. Many had talked about it. Now he firmly had them in his hands, squeezing and milking them, and, better still, pounding her cunt with his dick. He began to rut her like a bull. Grabbing her boobs tightly to hold on and pounding hard into her cunt, openly panting in excitement. As did she. The only other sounds in the room were the slapping of her butt with his hips and the slushing of her cunt. He quickened his pace but then froze in tension, feeling the surge of his orgasm sweep across his body, through his balls, and out of his cock. He spurt load after load of hot cum into her cunt. The waves of passion were tremendous. He almost felt like he would faint as the sloppy spurts of cum burst from his dick. Miss Harding groaned in disappointment. This one had also cum too soon. She felt his young hard dick twitching in her cunt and spurting his thick hot load deep inside her. She felt his hands grip even more tightly on her breasts as he buried his face deep into the back of her blouse as he gushed his wads of cum. Ron panted hard as he spurted his remaining shots of cum. He was cumming inside of a woman, releasing his hot cum into the cunt of Miss Harding. He was delirious with pleasure. It felt so intense, so nice. When he was done he let go of her breasts and stood up. He pulled out of her cunt, bringing out again another load of cum that flowed down her thighs and stockings. Miss Harding dropped her head in embarrassment and disgust as she felt the sticky cum drain out of her and down her leg. She felt so hot and frustrated. "Please, could you stay for just a bit longer?" Ron didn't understand. There was silence. "I mean, well, please don't make me say it, just, well, um." Her voice lowered to a whisper. "Play with me for a bit. I'm so close. I just need you to give me more time." She felt so humiliated to ask him to masturbate her, to even plead with him, but she wanted to cum so badly. By now Ron had buckled up his slacks and was preparing to leave. The thought of staying longer to make Miss Harding cum was tempting, to say the least. He would love to make a grown woman orgasm just with his fingers, and, to top it off, it would be the beautiful Miss Harding, pleading for him to do it as he fucked her with his fingers. But, no, he had to go, it was just too risky. He looked around the room. He did feel bad for her. He considered the possibility of unlocking her before he left. He knew that she would easily turn around and recognize him if he did so but it was a moot issue. There was no key in sight and he did not have the time to look for it. However, he did see a small flag on the front of Mr. Peters' desk. "Why aren't you leaving? Are you looking for the key? I so hope so. I swear I won't tell anyone if you let me go." This was probably quite truthful. "I will even do it again, I will do even more. I can do a lot more if you let me go." She was again being truthful. Assuming that the person wasn't so repugnant, that it was indeed one of her cute young students, she would be more than willing. Ron though was contemplating the small desk flag. He recalled Miss Harding sticking a thermometer up his butt. It gave him an idea. He pulled the flat from its little stand. It was essentially a stick with a flag the size of a large index card. He licked the end and parted the cheeks of Miss Harding with his empty hand. "What are you doing? No, not there, please, don't put your thing there." Ron paused to enjoy the sight of her sweet asshole, opening and clenching in nervous anticipation. "Please, not there, that would be so disgusting, so bad. Just use your fingers on me. I promise it won't take long." Miss Harding even spread her legs farther apart and lifted up her ass, trying to entice him with the sight of her hot wet cunt. Ron brought the flag stick to her asshole and carefully inserted it through the tight sphincter. Miss Harding tried to turn her head so see what he was doing. Her eyes were wide open in confusion. What was he doing? That was no penis. That wasn't even a finger. "What are you doing? What is that?" Ron pushed it in a number of inches, being careful not to hurt her. He got much of the stick down deep inside her. He then stood back to enjoy the sight. As she wiggled around, trying to figure out what was stuck inside of her the flag waved in the air. He smiled at the sight, his cock now definitely feeling aroused. He was a young man. He could do it again. But, no, he had to get out of there. "No, wait, please don't go," she pleaded as she heard him walking away. "You can do it again. I will do a lot more. You can even put it in my bottom." Her butt was prancing and humping, trying to get his attention, the flag waving with her frantic movements. "Anything, just let me go, please." He paused at the door for one last look. With regret but a fond memory, he unlocked the door and got out. He waved to Chris who was waiting at the front of the hall. Chris quickly moved down the hall and they both went to the end, turned the corner, and headed out of the building through the back door. They headed straight to Bob's house. They knew that there would be no time for him to have a turn but they did have to tell him. He was their best friend. Ron felt a bit bad about this, as he had promised Miss Harding that he wouldn't tell anyone, but Chris had made no promise and, besides, they could make Bobbie swear to secrecy. Ron looked forward to seeing his biology teacher in class the next week. His cock swelled at the thought. Miss Harding sighed deeply with the realization that it had happened again. She felt so used, even abused. She had enjoyed quite a bit of it, but she had not yet had an orgasm herself, and all of the fantasies and fucking had just left her so unfulfilled and frustrated. And, what was sticking in her butt? She then realized. It was a desk flag. She could feel the small swath of cloth touching her naked bottom. How embarrassing, as if it wasn't bad enough to be so exposed to whomever entered the room. Now they would see her with a flag stuck up her bottom. Maybe she could push it out? She tried to force it out, as if she was going to the bathroom. However, with the first attempt she quickly stopped. The effort only made her want to pee and, worse still, she might in fact go poop right in Mr. Peters' office. That would be exponentially worse than having the flag there. When would he come back, she wondered. She then heard the door opening; opening once again. Not another student!? Mr. Peters had returned from his appointment with Dean Jackson. He was feeling frustrated and annoyed. The Dean had indicated that Mr. Peters had his full support. Nevertheless, it was evident that the Dean was a bit apprehensive and was trying to get him to tone down his efforts. He did know that he was at times taking chances. Heck, having sex with Tina was clearly well past anything the school could possibly condone. Oh well, he had been through this before at Abberville. And, besides, his three daughters were coming to visit him this weekend. He had not seen them for quite some time and was looking forward to catching up on old times and refreshing their close bond as father and daughters. Once he opened the door, he immediately forgot about the Dean and his daughters. There before him, a gorgeous woman, bent over, naked from the waist down; no, even more, her breasts as well hanging and swinging pendulously beneath her. His dick immediately swelled. "Oh my, please, not again, who is it, please tell me," she pleaded. He recognized her voice. "Miss Harding?" Mr. Peters asked, tentatively. "Mr. Peters! Oh, finally, thank goodness it's you." Miss Harding was so relieved; her feelings of anxiety swept away. She tried to twist her head to see him; her legs springing in excitement, the flag jumping and waving with her agitated movements. It was Miss Harding, Mr. Peters realized. The beautiful and sexy Miss Harding, presenting herself to him, displaying for him her naked buns and cunt. He adjusted his cock within his slacks to provide it more room to grow and appreciate what was being so provocatively displayed before him. And, what was that flag doing there? He stifled an urge to laugh but he had to smile. "Miss Harding, my goodness, what on earth happened to you? I am so sorry." He moved instantly to remove the flag, protruding from her soft, full, white cheeks. His fingers grasped the stick. "Yes, please, take that thing out, but, please, be careful. I think it's in very far." Mr. Peters put his left hand on her left cheek, enjoying her softness, her curves. He slowly, carefully drew the flag stick from her rectum, moving much more slowly than was necessary, wanting the moment to last as long as possible. "I need to be careful not to hurt you." He used his left hand to pull her cheek back, providing him with the opportunity to see, to inspect, the puckered lips of her asshole. He smiled as he watched the stick slowly emerge. Miss Harding even seemed to open a bit, trying to help him extract the flag. "Oh Mr. Peters, this is so embarrassing." She could feel his hand, his strong hand, on her cheek, and she knew where his eyes were looking. "Please don't look at me like this." That was an opportunity that he was not going to deny himself. "Don't worry, Miss Harding," he said, reassuring her, but with a smile on his face. "What in the world happened here?" He pulled the flag out completely, watching her sphincter close shut behind it. He paused for some time to allow himself enjoy the sight, not letting go of her cheek, keeping it pulled open. "It's just been awful, Mr. Peters." Her asshole seemed to wink and pucker as she excitedly spoke. "I was just looking at this thing and I, well, I was just curious. I wanted to see if it fit, you know, how it would feel." "You wanted to see how it would feel?" he asked, himself enjoying how her sweet bottom felt, wanting to see how all of her would feel. He withdrew his hand, regrettably watching the crack of her ass close shut. "I know it sounds bad, I don't know. Yes, I wanted to see how it would feel to be in one of these and then the top board just fell down and it locked shut. Do you have the key? You must have the key, please, could you just unlock this?" "Oh yes, of course, I'm sorry. Yes, I just got this today. Some old students sent it to me as a present, a joke I suppose. And, let's see, where did I put that key?" The key was in his pocket, but he pretended not to know where he had put it. He wanted to enjoy her presentation a bit longer. "You don't know where it is? Are you serious?" Anxiety swept back over her. Mr. Peters kneeled down, providing himself a better view to inspect her cunt. It was such a sexy, attractive sight. Her mound was full, with a soft curly bush, like her own private, feminine garden, and cutting through the bush were the double flaps of her slit, the entrance to intense pleasure. "Don't worry, I'll find it. I think I put it on this book shelf, right next to you." He continued to look at her as he was pretending to be looking elsewhere. He noticed that she was incredibly wet. "What happened here, Miss Harding? Why are your panties off, and why is your skirt pulled up?" It then dawned on him that he had made no effort to hide her nakedness. "Oh Mr. Peters, it was so awful. Two boys, I'm sure they were students, they came in and took advantage of me. Both of them, one at a time." "Are you sure they were students? How can you be sure?" "Well, no, but I think so." Mr. Peters tried to think of some excuse for feeling her delectable, wet cunt. His cock swelled so hard in his slacks. "What did they do?" he asked, wanting to hear the details as he gazed at her buns and cunt, wanting her to take as much time as possible. He considered pulling his cock out, masturbating as she told him all of the details. "They did it, they both did it to me. Oh, please Mr. Peters, I can't really talk about it." She made it sound like it had been horribly traumatic, like she had been raped. They had taken advantage of her and if they were caught they would and should be charged with rape. But, the fact was that she had enjoyed it and she knew it. She knew that if it had been any other woman, it would probably have been traumatic, it would have been horrible, terrifying, and so terribly abusive. But, not for her. She enjoyed it and she knew it. "Just please find the key, Mr. Peters, and let me out of this." She liked being submissive, being used, being forced, being a captured toy to be used in a shameful manner for a wicked purpose. She knew this now. In fact, now that Mr. Peters had finally returned, now that she was in fact safe, her original fantasy returned. Mr. Peters quietly, carefully, unzipped his slacks. "I'm looking. I remember seeing the key when I opened the box. I put it aside. I didn't give it much thought. Now where is that thing?" He pulled his own thing from his pants, smiling as he stroked his cock into a hard stiffness as he gazed at her open, hot cunt. "I can't imagine what you're thinking Mr. Peters. I mean, I'm so exposed like this. This is really so very embarrassing. You won't tell anyone about this, will you?" Miss Harding could have told him to pull down her skirt, to hide her nakedness as he looked for the key, but she did not, and she knew why. She liked the idea that she could just display herself in such an obscene way to Mr. Peters but not have to take any responsibility for it. She even spread her legs a bit, pretending to be trying to get more comfortable but actually opening herself up for him to have a better look, giving him more provocative poses as she shifted her legs around. She felt very naughty, very dirty, but it was also very arousing. She knew what she would do when she got home, and she would do it bent over, thinking of Mr. Peters, and even of the students, as she played with herself. "No, I won't," he replied, enjoying how her spread legs were giving him an even better view. "I understand." He stood up, keeping a good grip on his hard cock, quietly moving his hand up and down its length. "This will be our secret. I won't tell anyone about it." "Oh, thank goodness. I would just be mortified if anyone knew about this. I mean, I must be such a sight, you can see everything." For all she knew, he was keeping his eyes averted, to protect her modesty. But, she wanted him to look, to notice how attractive and desirable she was. She spoke of the fact that she was exposed to him in order to encourage him to look. He needed though no encouragement. He moved a bit off to the side, to also enjoy the view of her large breasts, hanging down well past her open blouse; her white water balloons of flesh swinging beneath her. He wanted to touch them so much. "You know they did things to me. Can you see that? It must be disgusting to see." She wanted him to look at her most Intimate parts. "Miss Harding, no, it was not your fault, and you are certainly not disgusting to see. On the contrary." He hesitated, not wanting to say anything that might ruin everything. "You look very." He couldn't continue, it was too risky. He did now, for the first time, in fact look away, at least briefly, trying to catch his thoughts, to think of the right thing to say. "What? What Mr. Peters? What were you going to say?" "I just, I just wanted to reassure you, Miss Harding, that, well, you know that you are a very attractive woman, you must feel humiliated to be forced to show yourself like this, to me, in my office, but I certainly don't find it disgusting." He was trying to carefully to feel her out, as he felt himself. "What do you mean?" She moved her hips, subtly, but suggestively. He noticed the movement. He wondered if perhaps she wasn't in fact so humiliated. His breathing increased. His hand clutched his dick. He said, quietly, as if by whispering it he could take it back later, "I mean, well, a man would have to be blind not to find you, well, exciting, the sight of you, like this." Miss Harding didn't respond, at first. She contemplated what he had just said. He had tipped his hand. She could perhaps do likewise. "Mr. Peters, is this giving you some sort of ideas?" she asked, apprehensively. "I'm sorry, Miss Harding, I never should have said anything like that. I didn't mean to imply, I was just trying to reassure you." He reached for the key in his pocket. Miss Harding, however, lifted up her bottom, pointing it up to him. "You didn't offend me, Jack. In fact, I guess it's a little flattering." She wished she could see his face. She instinctively turned her head, left and right, wondering what he was thinking, what he was doing, whether he was in fact looking at her. He returned his left hand to the cheek of her ass. His right hand let go of the key in his pocket. "Jack, what are you doing? I can't see anything behind me." He withdrew his hand. She said, quietly, "Jack, it's alright." He returned his left hand, and brought out as well his right hand, using both of them to lightly feel the curves of her bottom. Miss Harding sighed. At last, the fantasy would come true. "That feels nice, Jack." He lightly moved his hands across her ass, caressing her curves, feeling her softness. She sighed in pleasure. He spread her cheeks and brought the index finger of his right hand down the open crack, all the way down to her anus. "Oh my, Jack, yes." She was so relieved to finally be able to be honest, to openly admit to what she wanted. "Do things, to me, please." He ringed her anus with his finger then brought it farther down, down to her upraised mound. She openly moaned with pleasure. He brought it along her slit, feeling the wetness that was still there, and then down into the slit, where it was even wetter and warmer, and then up into her cunt, where it was wetter and warmer still, and felt the soft insides of her hot cunt. "Yes, thank you Jack, I want this so badly." She squeezed down on his finger as he began to move it in and out, feeling and caressing the wet, tight interior. He watched her hips move lustfully, wantonly, as he fingered her cunt. He withdrew it. "Jack, please, don't stop. I want it, I want it so bad." She felt ashamed to admit it, to say it so openly, but she felt she had no choice. She was now in his control. Mr. Peters though had no intention of stopping. He had removed his finger to make room for his cock, which he now placed at the entrance to her cunt. She felt the unmistakable touch of the head of his cock against her cunt lips. "Yes, please, thank you Jack, do it to me, now, please." He plunged into her with one smooth, strong motion. He grunted with the intense pleasure. She squealed with equally intense delight, like a stuck pig. "Jack! Yes, oh yes, please, do it, do it so hard." He began to fuck her as she had asked; hard, rough and fast. "Yes Jack, it's so good. You feel so good." He grabbed hold of her ass cheeks and plunged in and out. "Jack, you're so much bigger than the boys. Oh my. This is so good." She clenched her hands into hard fists, squeezed her eyes shut and met his strong, manly plunging with wanton, abandoned thrusts of her own. She grunted as he slapped hard against her ass. Then he stopped. "Jack, what is it?" He pulled out, her clenching cunt making a slurping noise as he withdraw his thick hard cock from her hot, wet cunt. "Jack, did you hear something? Is the door locked?" Another wave of panic enveloped her. But he said nothing. There was just silence. She then felt his hands grip her cheeks and spread them apart. "Jack?" she asked, her cunt burning with desire. She then felt the head of his cock against her anus. "Jack!" she squealed. The Lessons Ch. 14 But he would not be denied. He thrust down into her ass in the same smooth, powerful motion that he had used on her cunt. He burst hard through her clenched sphincter and into her rectum. Miss Harding groaned with pain and pleasure. He felt so big, so hard in her ass. He was such a strong, powerful man, and he was fucking her hard, deep into her ass. It was perhaps abusive but she loved it, and she loved it because it was so abusive. He didn't ask. He had no idea whether she would have said no if he had asked. She would have said yes, she would have said yes to anything, but it was so much better that he just did it. "Yes Jack, fuck me there, do me there." Mr. Peters bent down over her as he drove down deep into her ass. He brought his left hand around, underneath, to grab hold of one of her soft full breasts, it felt so full, so bloated, hanging free from her body. He rubbed has palm against her stiff, erect nipple, pulled the tit back against her body and squeezed hard. She gasped. He brought the other hand underneath as well, this one moving to her cunt, grasping, pinching her clit between his thumb and forefinger. "Jack!" she yelled in shameless excitement. Anybody in the hallway, perhaps even the first floor, would have heard. "Quiet," he warned, not stopping though his repeated thrusts in and out of her ass, his groping of her tit, or his mauling of her clit. She didn't care. The pleasure was so intense. What he was doing was so good, and then, finally, she realized, it finally arrived: she felt her orgasm sweep across her. Waves of pleasure coursing through her body. It was wonderful, extraordinary, consuming waves of intense pleasure. She felt like she would faint. And then, as the last swells subsided, she felt his dick twitch, pulse and then spurt its juices inside her. He fell onto her back, squeezed her breasts hard, and released his cum into her ass. His cock discharged loads of hot thick liquid, spurting and shooting gobs of jism into her rectum. She felt his weight on her back. She locked her legs to hold him and gripped down hard on his dick with her sphincter, wanting him to feel as much pleasure as possible. Shots of sticky cum burst into her rectum as the orgasm overwhelmed him. He felt her gripping his dick with her sphincter as his cock pulsed and spurted inside of her. He then pushed himself off her back, stood up, and felt the last few releases. He was panting. The pleasurable relief was so palpable. He leaned back and looked down at her butt, still gripping his cock as it slowly shrank back down. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the key. He placed it in the lock and turned. They both heard the click. She opened her eyes and turned her head in surprise and wonder. He lifted the top board, freeing her from the pillory, although still stuck on his cock. She raised her head. The freedom of movement, the freedom itself, was so very nice. She looked back, looking into his eyes. She squeezed his cock with her sphincter and smiled. "Are you sure you want to let me go?" To be continued . . . - - - - - - - - - - - - I hope you liked it. Again, I am very happy to get suggestions for new ideas and ways to improve. Please do vote. In any case, I hope you enjoyed it. The Lessons Ch. 15 This is chapter 15 of a series. If you like this story, I encourage you to read earlier chapters as they can help understand characters and context. However, please note that this chapter concerns themes of incest (among persons of adult age). If you find this to be offensive, then you should avoid it. In any case, please do provide feedback. There are obvious sequels to this series, and I would be happy to hear your suggestions for how to improve it. - - - - - - - - - - - - - Jack Peters had been divorced now for a few years. He was a highly successful college professor, due in large part to his unusual but quite effective methods of student discipline. However, his wife, Barbara, had left him in large part because she could no longer tolerate his unique methods of discipline. She suspected that he had at times crossed the line with some of his female students. Even if he hadn't, she still was not happy to learn that his methods included nudity and even sexual activity. She knew that he must be obtaining some sexual pleasure at work, at least voyeuristically, if not actually having sex with one or more of his much younger college students. In any case, she felt that he did eventually cross the line with her, attempting to apply his methods of discipline within their own marriage. She was not about to submit to spankings or public displays of nudity. They separated quite a few years ago, and she finally filed for divorce three years previously. The years apart though had helped to heal the wounds. She had to admit that she did miss him. In addition, it had been difficult raising their three daughters on her own. Soon after he left it became apparent to her how much she had relied on him to maintain discipline within the family. Nevertheless, she had won custody of the children, or at least he hadn't fought her in that regard. When they had separated the children stayed with her while he found a new place to live. He would often visit though. Barbara and Jack both wanted the relationship to remain strong with the girls. The girls missed their father tremendously but he acceded to Barbara's desire to have the girls stay with her. He did not try to win custody when Barbara eventually filed for a divorce. By that time all were at least in their late teens. The three daughters were now old enough to make their own choices and in fact by now should have been living on their own. The oldest, Allison (20 years old), would soon be attending college herself, perhaps even at Templeton where her father taught math and geography. However, at the moment she had not even yet left home. She had put off applying to college, being uncertain what she wanted to study, or even whether she wanted to go. Anne (age 19) also still lived at home, complaining that she could not yet afford to move out, having no regular employment. Tricia (age 18) assumed that she naturally could also stay home, given the prior decisions of her two older sisters. Mrs. Peters, now once again Miss Terman, felt uncomfortable simply pushing them out but was exasperated by their literal failure to take charge of their own lives. When Tricia turned 18, the sisters decided, as a group, to spend a month with their father. With Allison going off to college next year, the girls decided that they wanted to experience, once again (and certainly for the last time) living together with their father, like it was when they were growing up. Barbara did not object. She in fact enjoyed having the opportunity to have the house to herself and, frankly, she recognized that the girls might need the authoritative strength of a male father figure. Perhaps he could provide them with the direction and motivation they apparently needed to live on their own. Mr. Peters was delighted. Each had occasionally visited him but never stayed long and never the whole group together. It just wasn't the same, no longer living as a family unit. He missed the morning breakfast, the evening dinner, the trips, and everything else that affirmed that they were a family. He did not live in a large house, but he did have a spare bedroom upstairs that Anne and Tricia could share. Allison agreed to use the fold-out bed within his downstairs office. He had two bathrooms, but only one, upstairs, that had a full bath and shower. He knew the morning schedule would be tight, but the visit would be temporary and the pleasure of everyone's company would more than make up for the cramped quarters. In fact, he had to admit to enjoying the anticipation that he would finally have, once again, some nice meals, assuming that the girls knew how to cook and would be willing to do so. The girls arrived on a Friday evening, allowing them to have the full weekend together before he would have to return to work. The first evening was nothing but fun. The girls quickly settled in. Anne and Tricia filled the closet with their clothes, laughing about how they would once again share a bed, just like when they were kids. Allison did not complain at all about having to use the downstairs office for her bedroom. She didn't even seem to mind that she would have to shlep upstairs each morning and night in order to use the bathroom. The fact that they were all together well compensated for the inconveniences. Mr. Peters made dinner the first evening. That was fine with him. He couldn't expect them to work as soon as they arrived, although he made it clear that in the future the girls would have to carry their load. He made what had been their favorite when he cooked at home: deep dish pizza with just about everything. For desert, they retired to the family room to watch a double feature. Barbara had always felt that one movie was enough. By the time they would finish the second movie, it was well past bedtime. However, no rules seemed to apply the first night. Their first movie was Parenthood. Parenthood was among their favorites growing up, and it seemed to be an appropriate choice. For this movie, they had s'mores, using his tool box grill to warm the marshmallows. Mr. Peters was not too happy when Tricia kept overcooking the marshmallows. He knew it would be hard later to clean, but he would leave that for the girls. When Parenthood was over they took a quick break before their second feature, Legally Blonde. "Daddy," Anne suggested, "can we get into our Pj's? We used to always wear our Pj's when we watched movies at home." Tricia clapped her hands in agreement. "Oh yes, daddy, please? That would be such fun. We can have popcorn, and you could make a fire." Mr. Peters wasn't particularly excited about starting a fire. That would only mean having to clean the ashes the next day. But, he wasn't about to spoil their fun and he had to admit that pajamas and a fire would add to the nostalgia. Those were great evenings. He and Barbara would cozy up together, all snug in their nightclothes while the three girls would sprawl out on the thick shag rug in front of the TV, munching on popcorn, heavily buttered and very salty. It would be nice, even though Barb would not be there. "Alright girls, you go get changed and I'll make some popcorn." As Anne and Tricia scampered off, giggling as they ran up the stairs, Allison stayed behind. Jack noticed that she was clearly hesitant. She seemed to be pondering something. "Allie," this was his pet name for Allison, "is there something wrong? I'm sorry, I didn't really ask if this was alright with you." "It's fine, father, but, um," she again hesitated. "I, uh, I don't really wear Pj's anymore. In fact, I don't even have any." Mr. Peters hadn't thought about that. It was difficult for him to think of his daughters as having grown up. "Well, I'm sorry again, I really hadn't even thought about that. What do you wear to bed?" As soon as he asked he realized that he had crossed a line. For all he knew she didn't wear anything and he really didn't want to hear about that. When they were growing up he referred to his three daughters as his blonde bunnies. All three were blonde and gorgeously attractive, and it was difficult for him to talk openly about sexual matters with them. He knew he wasn't suppose to have any such feelings about them, but it seemed that only a blind man could deny that such feelings and thoughts ever occurred, at least occasionally. Allison in fact reminded her father of Alison Angel, an internet, web model. Both had straight blonde hair split down the middle, beautifully large, natural breasts (36D, 26, 36); blue eyes; fresh, cheerful expression; rosy cheeks; and long legs (5'8", taller even than Mr. Peters). Mr. Peters nervously cleared his throat, feeling uncomfortable associating his daughter with a nude model on the internet. He tried to think of some way to undo his question about her nighttime apparel. Allison, however, was amused at his father's nervousness. She could tell that he wasn't that comfortable seeing her as a grown woman. "Father, I think you're blushing," she teased. Like Alison Angel, she enjoyed showing off her large, natural breasts, even giving boys little peaks up her skirt. Mr. Peters wasn't blushing, but her suggestion that he was only made him feel more self-conscious. "No, yes, of course, whatever you wear is clearly your own business. If you don't want to wear your nightclothes, here, now, out here, that will, of course, will be perfectly fine with me." His effort to undo his original question was only making matters worse. Allison found his awkwardness to be rather cute. She had always considered him to be the strong man, the person who maintained his composure under any difficult circumstance. It was nice to see this human, vulnerable side. It was even nicer to realize that it was her adulthood, her womanhood, that caused him to feel so uncomfortable. She felt flattered, and empowered. "It's alright, father, I will change into my nightclothes. I don't want to be the only one not to take part." She sauntered off toward his office. Mr. Peters watched her walk away, noticing that his eyes were drawn to her swinging hips, which seemed a bit more exaggerated than usual but, then, he wondered if he would have ever noticed before, when she was much younger. When she reached the door to his office, or her bedroom, she turned back to him. He quickly moved his eyes back up to her face, hoping she hadn't noticed where he was looking, feeling guilty that he was even looking at her hips, let alone being caught. Allison, however, had noticed. "If I can't wear my nightie in front of my father, then there would be something awfully wrong with that, wouldn't there." She smiled at him, winked, entered the "bedroom," and closed the door. Mr. Peters wasn't at all sure how he felt about that, particularly with her reference to a "nightie." Whenever Barbara said she was going to wear a nightie, it meant something very sexual. He had to assume that Allison would did not mean that. He turned to the fireplace, first opening the flue. He always had the fireplace ready to go: scrunched up paper bags, kindling piled on, and topped off with smaller logs to get it going. The fire took off quickly as soon as he lit the paper. He then went to the kitchen to get the popcorn ready. In the old days this would require first melting butter in a small pan and heating up a larger pot in which to place the popcorn seeds. However, now he just had to get a bowl and put a popcorn bag into his microwave. He then went up to his bedroom to change into his own pajamas. He didn't usually wear pajamas but he always had a set just in case they might come in handy. Wearing just his boxers would clearly be inappropriate. He did feel a bit silly, though, putting on his flannel pajamas. They were nice looking, dark navy blue with a few light blue pinstripes. They were masculine but he began to feel that he was joining a pajama party. As he headed back downstairs he could hear Anne and Tricia laughing in the guest bedroom. He wondered why it would take them so long. It was always amazing to him how long it would take his daughters to do anything. He then heard the popcorn going off in the kitchen and he hurried to get there before it burned. As Mr. Peters was bringing bowls of popcorn into the family room, Anne and Tricia came scampering down the stairs. He had to admit the site was fetching. Anne was wearing light blue flannel Pj's that had little yellow daisies scattered throughout. He thought that perhaps her top was a bit too tight. He hadn't realized how much she had grown, particularly up there. He could clearly see her young breasts swinging and wiggling as she ran down the stairs. In fact, dressed like that Anne reminded him of Lovely Anne, a soft-core model on the internet. They shared many features. Anne had Lovely Anne's pretty greenish blue eyes, straight blonde hair (like her sister and the model), friendly and engaging smile, rosy cheeks, and full round, natural breasts. Anne's might not in fact be as large as Allison's, but Anne's seemed larger as she was otherwise thinner and slimmer than Allison (36C, 23, 33). Mr. Peters thought of the web model: Lovely Anne's breasts were so delectable, the epitome of enticing melons, and Lovely Anne wore them so well. 'Darn,' he thought, he was again staring at one of his daughters, thinking thoughts that just shouldn't occur. His daughters were pretty in other ways as well, ways that were not so sexual. Both had very attractive eyes. Anne's greenish blue eyes were rounder and larger than Allison's. Allison's were somewhat more oval. One of Allison's eyes even seemed at times to be a bit squinty as it was somewhat narrower than the other. However, the narrowness gave her a more smouldering sexual allure. Well, thinking about just their eyes didn't really help. Mr. Peters turned his attention to his third blonde bombshell, Tricia; perhaps that will take his mind out of the gutter. At first he felt entirely comfortable looking at her, as she was not nearly as sexual in her expressions, demeanor, or appearance. Her Pj's were pink with little blue turtles. She had always liked turtles. He also noticed that her breasts were much less apparent. Tricia was not nearly as well endowed as Anne or Allison, in fact her breasts were hardly even noticeable. Tricia, though, was just as pretty, with sparkling round hazel eyes. Come to think of it, Mr. Peters had to admit now that Tricia reminded him of Allysin Chaynes, a blonde perky porn star. Allysin Chaynes was a very sexy little thing. She was quite short (five feet), small chested (32A, 21, 32), at least before the implant surgery (during the earlier years of Kelly the Coed). She had a perpetually cheerful demeanor, perky expressions, that same flowing blonde hair (at times worn in pigtails), petite physique, and high-pitched, girlish voice that sounded so innocent and naive yet masked an intense sexuality. Mr. Peters groaned to himself, realizing that he had now associated each of his three daughters with sexy women. He couldn't deny the fact of the resemblances but it seemed so wrong to notice. Where did they get such good looks? He didn't feel it came from him. He didn't have to think long. His wife, Barbara, reminded him of the long blonde who hosted Wifey's World. She had huge breasts (36DD or 34F) that she carried so very well on a 5'6" frame. Barbara, though, did not have the sexual abandon of Wifey, something that was at times a bone of contention between them. In any case, he had now associated all of the women in the family with internet porn. He wondered if he was some kind of pervert. He looked away from Anne and Tricia, trying to get control of his fantasies. Tricia and Anne, however, had no difficulty staring at their father, but for a different reason. In fact, they couldn't help laughing. Their dad looked funny in his pajamas. He had not gained any significant weight. There was no evident paunch. However, he did look much less authoritative, standing in the middle of the family room in his Pj's. He was even wearing thick white socks. The girls had at least put on slippers. Tricia was wearing her latest pair of turtle slippers. Anne was wearing more adult slippers, although still quite feminine: light blue slip ons that matched her pajamas well. They hurried into the room to get good spots on the carpet to watch Legally Blonde. Jack handed them their bowls and sodas, and then took his place on the couch. His eyes traveled to Lovely Anne's, no, um, Anne's bottom. She was absentmindedly rocking back and forth as she munched on the popcorn, looking at the fire and chatting with Tricia. She did seem to have filled out well. Her fanny was tightly wrapped by the soft cloth of her Pj's. He remembered when he had last spanked her, many years ago. She had protested passionately but eventually acquiesced. He had never turned the spanking into something sexual with his daughters. He was surprised that he was having such thoughts now about them. Years of antics with the college students might have altered his thinking, or at least perception. Of course, it could be the other way (years of frustration with his daughters). He could not help wondering what Anne's sweet fanny would look like now, so much fuller and rounder but still so very firm. "Daddy, what do you think?" He quickly looked away from her bottom and met Anne's pretty round eyes. She was looking back at him, smiling sweetly. He wondered if she noticed where he had been looking. If she had, she was giving no sign. She even seemed to raise her bottom up somewhat as she turned her head to speak to him. He realized though that he had no idea what they had been talking about, having been engrossed in his thoughts of her firm buttocks "I'm sorry, honey, my mind was elsewhere," he smiled affectionately. "I guess so, daddy." The two girls giggled. "We were just wondering if maybe we could start the movie. Allison is taking ever so long. She is always the last one, can't we just go ahead and start the movie?" Allison, however, emerged on cue from her "bedroom." Anne was the first to see her. "Allison!" she exclaimed. Allison entered the room wearing a white mesh and stretch long nightgown with a back slit and lace trim. The fabric was quite thin and tightly stretched along her curves. Clearly evident through the see-through material was a matching white lace bra and thong panties. The bra was itself a thin embroidered shelf bra with uplifting underwired support. It was only a half cup which her large breasts were bursting through and spilling over. As she walked to the couch, her boobs bounced and jiggled. Mr. Peters' eyes were fixed on the alluring sight. Not looking at them would be dishonest. She was a very sexy sight, and she knew it. Allison smiled as she strolled into the room. She knew her father's eyes were tracking her every move, or at least the jiggling of her boobs. Just like Alison Angel, she was proud of them and she enjoyed showing them off. She wanted her father to notice and to admire them; she wanted him to appreciate that she was now a young sexy woman, no longer his sexless teenage daughter. She thrust her chest out proudly to give her breasts more prominence and to let him know that she was not at all self-conscious about where he was looking. With the evident thrust of her chest, however, Mr. Peters himself became self-conscious. He glanced over to Anne and Tricia, wondering if they had noticed how keenly he was watching the jiggling breasts of their sister. However, they had been paying no attention to him as they were also transfixed by the sight of Allison in such a daring nightgown. Anne spoke up. "Allison, those aren't pajamas. Those are grown-up things. Daddy, tell her to put on her jammies." "I no longer have any pj's, Anne," Allison replied, feeling like the grown-up, at least relative to her two younger sisters. The Lessons Ch. 15 "Oh pooh," Anne replied, with a disapproving frown. "Daddy," Tricia added, "You can see right through her robe. I mean, you can see everything. That's not right." She had sat up, and was saying quite openly what the three of them were thinking. "Not true," Allison retorted. "Father, you can't see everything, can you?" She stood in front of him, her breasts towering over him hanging out from her 5'8" frame, just a foot from his face. He appreciated the excuse for being able to look right at her breasts, although he could feel his face reddening with self-consciousness. Her breasts were gorgeous. They were so full and round, and so nicely wrapped and displayed by her sexy underwear. He could feel his penis beginning to swell. He looked closely as Allison smiled down at him. He was closely studying her bra, ostensibly for the purpose of determining whether he could see her nipples through the diaphanous and lacy fabric. With mixed feelings, it was clear he could see her nipples, which even seemed to be hardening somewhat, as was his dick. He didn't know what to say. "What about my panties, father, are they too revealing?" she saucily inquired. He brought his eyes down to her thong panties. Fortunately, although perhaps unfortunately, he could just barely see through them. The soft mound of her vagina was very evident and he could tell that she was not particularly bushy, if at all. The fabric was smooth across her skin and there was a sign of her slit in a subtle furrow of the fabric. It was in fact evident that she carefully trimmed her pubic area so that no hair would appear beyond the edges of the lace. He wondered what she might look like without the panties. "Daddy, her panties don't even cover her butt," Tricia proclaimed, acting once again like a child trying to get her sister in trouble. Allison turned around to face Tricia, but also to show her father the sweet sight of her white round cheeks. Her bottom was indeed very clearly exposed, being hidden only by the see-through white gown. The back of the panties was just a strap that ran down and into her tight cheeks. She looked back over her shoulder at her father, "I guess you can see my bottom, can't you father," she flirtatiously confessed, as she pushed out her fanny closer to her father's befuddled face. Her derriere was so nicely firm and round. He felt an impulse to grasp hold of her cheeks, to feel her softness. "But, you have seen it many times before, haven't you daddy." She turned back to Tricia. "We're all family here, Tricia, there's nothing wrong with having us see each other." She turned back to her father, who was now crossing his legs to hide the swelling. "I can't help it if I am now a grown woman, can I father?" "No, Allie, I mean, yes. You have grown up, very well. Why don't you sit down though, here on the couch now, and we can watch the movie." "Oh goodie!" Tricia exclaimed, forgetting all about Allison's exposure. Anne, however, was still frowning, feeling jealous of Allison. They had always competed for daddy's attention when they were young, and now Allison was clearly being unfair in using her sexuality. If she had known that they could do that, well, she wouldn't have worn her childish pj's. She had some sexy outfits, although clearly not as sexy as Allison's. She turned back to the television, annoyed with her sister but at least happy that they could now watch the movie. Jack grabbed one of the couch pillows and placed it on his lap, needing something to hide his growing erection. He knew it would go back down once the movie started but he didn't want to take any chances of having one of his daughters see him with an erection, and certainly not an erection that came from looking at one of them. "Daddy, oh yes, thank you," Allison exclaimed as she saw her father place the pillow on his lap. Allison had always been the one sitting next to him on the couch when their mother was away and, as she grew tired, she would lie across the couch and rest her head on a pillow in his lap. She quickly nestled into the couch before he could protest. "Oh father, this is so nice, just like when I was a little girl. Remember?" She smiled sweetly up at him, snuggling her pretty head into the pillow that hid his swelling erection. "Uh, yes, it is nice. Now Allie, you just watch the movie." He detected a scent of aromatic perfume. That didn't help, and she was so very pretty. He looked away. This erection would not go down if he continued to admire her attractiveness. He clicked the play button on the remote. They all turned to watch the movie. "I love this movie, father" Allison exclaimed. She turned her head to the screen. "Don't you think Reese Witherspoon is so pretty. I like her bend and snap move," she noted suggestively. Mr. Peters squirmed a bit. Allison thought that she could feel a bit of pressure through the pillow but she knew better than to let her father know of her suspicion. She kept her hands away from beneath the pillow, not wanting to get him upset. However, she did rest her hands on his thighs. She liked the feel of his large masculine muscles. She wondered if he was looking at her bottom. She was lying on her side and, if he was so inclined, he could get a good look. To draw his attention to that part of her body, she reached back to adjust her thong through the gown. Mr. Peters didn't actually need any encouragement. He was already admiring her luscious young curves and the delightful whiteness of her bottom. He considered resting his hand on her hips, like he used to do when she was little. He wondered if that would be inappropriate. He nonchalantly placed his left hand on her side. She sighed in acceptance, perhaps even appreciation. She lightly caressed his thigh. Such movements had been quite innocent when she was a child. He wasn't so sure anymore. Well, he was sure that she wasn't intentionally being seductive, but her little finger movements did seem unintentionally seductive. He "unintentionally" let his fingers drift down off her hips to rest on one of her soft cheeks. He didn't dare caress her. He just innocently touched her sweet bottom through the thin fabric, resting his fingers on her thinly clad, exposed bottom. This was pleasurable enough. He leaned back in the couch, enjoying the tender and lascivious moment. They watched for quite some time. The movie was nice. Eventually, Allison pretended to be falling asleep. She closed her eyes and breathed more heavily. At times, she even let out a quiet snore. "Girls, it looks like your older sister just doesn't have the stamina anymore," Mr. Peters announced. The sisters looked back and laughed. Trixie exclaimed, "She's missing the bend and snap daddy!" She was right. The beauty shop scene was just beginning. "Do you want us to do it for you, daddy?" Trixie asked. "We can do it, you know." Before he could object, Anne joined in. "Oh yes, let's show him!" They both jumped up, bending and snapping along with Elle Woods. Anne's breasts notably bounced and wiggled. They seemed to consider the routine to be innocent fun but Mr. Peters did not find Anne's jiggling breasts to be so innocent. He couldn't help wondering if they looked as good as Lovely Anne's, so large yet still so very firm, rounded, and perky. The routine ended with each of them framing their young breasts with their hands in a sort of pony pose. Anne even took the opportunity to push them up a bit. Mr. Peters quietly applauded the show, not wanting to wake Allison. When they lied back down to watch the rest of the movie Mr. Peters let his hand wander down the cheek of Allison's buttocks, out of sight her sisters, to lightly feel and caress her soft, smooth skin. Her young bottom felt so nice. Allison even seemed to respond in her sleep with a sigh. He became more bold and traced his fingers down the mound of her butt cheek toward the delicious butt crack. He lightly drew his fingers up and down the crack, enjoying his intimate caress. He felt somewhat guilty to be taking advantage of her like this. After all, she was his daughter. But, the fact that she was his daughter made it all the more naughty and arousing. It was at least a secret naughtiness. She didn't know about it. She could not feel abused if she didn't know. He knew that this was a rationalization but after the show by Allison, and then by Anne and Trixie, he felt he couldn't resist. Allison, however, did know full well what he was doing. Her sigh was a sincere expression of her own arousal, as well as an effort to encourage him to advance his caresses even further. She adjusted her body, as if she was trying to get more comfortable in her sleep. She brought her left leg up, bent at the knee, thereby providing him more room to draw his fingers down in between her legs, if he was so inclined. Mr. Peters' eyes traveled to the opening behind and between her legs. He continued to slide his fingers along the charming curves of her bottom, gingerly feeling up and down the tender bottom crevice, contemplating going even farther down the breach toward an even more personal spot. She wouldn't know. He wouldn't stay long. He just wanted to briefly touch it. He turned his attention to Anne and Tricia to be sure that they were not watching. He was safe. Their eyes were glued to the movie. He looked again at the smaller bottom of Anne. His cock swelled hard under the pillow. He traced his fingers down Allison's crack. He went past her nether hole. He had been tempted to explore further there but he did not stop. He continued until he reached the end of the fissure. He hesitated. Allison let out a quiet murmur of pleasure. She shifted her bottom, encouraging him to continue further. He did so. He brought his fingers down in between her legs from behind, and gently felt her soft mound through her gown and panties. He could not get up far as the gown was pulled rather tight, the stretched fabric providing a stiff curtain of resistance, but he was able to feel much of her soft vaginal mound. His cock swelled hard. Allison openly groaned. Tricia turned around. "Allison's having a dream, isn't she daddy." Mr. Peters stopped his caresses and replied, "Shhh, let her sleep, darling." Tricia turned back to the movie. He then continued to softly feel Allison's tender pouch. His cock was swelling rapidly. Thank goodness she was asleep. Allison groaned again and brought one of her hands under the pillow. Mr. Peters froze. He could feel her hand moving up his thigh, closer and closer. He wondered if he should just suddenly move, causing her to wake up and remove her hand, but he didn't think fast enough, as her hand reached his crotch and settled in. Her littlest fingers were rested on his testicles while her palm lied across his erection. It felt very, very nice. She sighed and, apparently unconsciously, squeezed his erection. Mr. Peters wanted to subtly, quietly move his hips to extricate himself from her accidental fondling, but he dared not move at all, not now. If she woke up now she might realize that he had an erection and that she was inadvertently feeling it. She would probably be terribly traumatized by that. Besides, it wouldn't hurt to just enjoy a little bit of the fantasy that she was purposely holding onto it. Allison kept her eyes closed, but she could not help but let a smile cross her lips. Her father's fingers felt so nice on her cunny. She now wished that she had worn something else, something that would have given him better access. Her thong was very tight and she knew that he would not be able to get his finger underneath, particularly with the stretched fabric of the gown restricting his movements. However, what he was doing still felt very good, and his stiff erection felt even better. She could tell that her father must have a very big cock. To her, he had always been so powerful, so masculine, and now she was the one making him all excited. She was being his special, private girl. She squeezed again on his cock. She wanted him to cum. She moved her hand up even higher along his erection until she could feel the round bulb of its head through his pajamas. It felt so big, so full. She tenderly caressed the head with her fingers. For Jack, the feeling was intense. His daughter's fingers were tickling and caressing the head of his hard dick. For any girl to be doing this would be exciting, but this was Allison, his daughter. The fact that she seemed to be doing it without any awareness, as if she was having some erotic dream, made it even more enticing. He could feel his balls swelling in pleasure, building him to an orgasm. He began to rotate the tip of his fingers around and around her mound. He wished he could get up higher, to get up her slit to her clitoris, but the gown would not let him. Nevertheless, the caresses he was providing seemed to be having the desired effect. But, he again worried, what if she suddenly woke up? There would be no denying that he had an erection. She would feel it, and she would know what it was. For all he knew, she might have already woken up, perhaps she was frozen in panic, realizing that her father was feeling her up and that she had inadvertently placed her hand on his erection. He had to stop this. He brought his left hand away from her cunt, and carefully used both hands to lift up the pillow on which her head was sleeping. Allison groaned, hoping he would stop out of fear of wakening her. Although, perhaps he was just going to remove his cock from the flap of his pajamas so that her hand could rest right on his bare naked cock? She smiled at the thought of holding her dad's big erect dick. Her cunt tingled in anticipation. However, once there was enough room under the pillow, he used his left hand to carefully remove her own. He then brought her head and the pillow back down, this time farther down his lap so that he it wouldn't lying so much on his cock. Allison sighed in disappointment. But, perhaps, well certainly, there will be another time, another chance. This was only the first night. Mr. Peters realized he would have to look for Miss Harding on Monday. He needed some relief. Actually, given what he was thinking, Tina would probably be better (see Chapters 3 and 7). . . . . . . . . The next morning Mr. Peters got up early to make breakfast. When the children were little he would always make pancakes on Saturday. It was a nice family tradition. The kids had to take their baths or showers first, getting all cleaned up for a hefty serving of flapjacks, butter, and syrup. It was the one day that dad made breakfast. Mr. Peters thought that it would be a good touch for their reunion. Anne arrived first, fresh from her shower. She was not yet fully dressed. In fact, she was wearing just a tank-top and panties. The tank-top seemed to be too small for her and she wasn't even wearing a bra. He had a nice view of the sides of her breasts through the very large opening for her arm. Frankly, it seemed to be an opening so that people could get a good view of her boobs. He could tell that they were quite round, full, and luscious. He wondered if she knew how much of her breasts were being revealed. It was like he was looking at one of the titillating shots of Lovely Anne before she took off all of her clothes. The tank-top was also much too short to cover her yellow panties. When she first entered the room Mr. Peters' eyes had gone instantly to the yellow fabric, pulled tight between her legs, and he then just as quickly turned away, not wanting to be caught looking there. Anne, however, didn't seem to notice. She joined him in the kitchen, helping him to set the table for breakfast. Mr. Peters occasionally stole glances as her t-shirt road up her back when she leaned over the table. Her bottom had been very appealing last night through her flannel pj's. He now had a much better and even more enticing view, with repeated exposures of her soft curves encased by the tight yellow cotton panties. When she was facing him he avoided looking at her bottom but he was then faced with her full round breasts that bounced and wiggled with every move. Next to arrive was Tricia. Mr. Peters was shocked to realize that she was equally alluring. She was at least wearing a t-shirt rather than a tank top but it was also much too short. In fact, it didn't even reach the top of her panties and she didn't seem to mind that she was so fully exposed. Her panties were as cute as her figure. They were pink with little red bunnies, some of them gleefully holding carrots. They pulled tight between her legs, revealing that she must have a very small mound. He couldn't detect any sign of hair. He almost felt relieved that her breasts were so small. He might have been able to avoid any sexuality here if not for the fact that the t-shirt was very tight and her nipples seemed to be quite large, as if she had two pencil erasers pushing through the fabric. His mind wandered again to the small breasts of Allysin Chaynes, whose nipples also got so delightfully stiff when she was excited. Perhaps it was the smallness of her titties, but they did seem to be especially large nipples. Mr. Peters wondered if they always dressed so provocatively for breakfast at home. They couldn't be doing this on purpose. He figured that they probably developed this habit living in a house with just females. Their clothes would not be provocative, or at least arousing, for each other or for their mother. This was probably their usual breakfast attire. He had to admit that he liked it, but he also felt guilty for doing so. It wasn't right thinking of your daughters this way, but it was so difficult when they dressed like this in front of him, or, actually were undressed like this in front of him. He thought that perhaps he should speak to them about it, but now didn't appear to be a good time. It was best to try to ignore it and to simply enjoy their first breakfast together in quite some time. The last to arrive was Allison. It just seemed to be getting worse. She had not yet showered and was wearing the same outfit as last night: the diaphanous white gown and thong panties. They seemed to be much more inappropriate in the light of the morning. In fact, he realized that she was no longer even wearing the bra. Her luscious boobs, every bit as good as Alison Angel's, were now openly revealed through the see-through gown. They were so full and proud, standing up very well, her nipples quite red and perky sitting up on the jiggling jugs. Mr. Peters cleared his throat but couldn't take his eyes away. Allison smiled, enjoying the fact that her father was openly staring at her breasts. Anne frowned. She and Tricia had talked about what to wear to breakfast when they woke up. They had talked about how revealing Allison's outfit had been, and they had decided that they could play that game as well. However, Allison was again one step ahead of them. Breakfast was still good fun nevertheless. The girls were all giggly and chatty, excited to be spending this time with their father. The fact that they were all now young women actually added to their fun. Anne and Tricia though were jealous of Allison, as she was clearly much more of a woman, or at least was more willing to let it be known. But Anne and Tricia both knew that they were budding young woman in their own right, and they enjoyed seeing how their father noticed their growing attractiveness. It was evident that he was trying to steal glances at their titties and bottoms. Tricia was especially surprised at this. She still felt like daddy's little girl but she also realized that there was now much more to their relationship. When breakfast was finished they piled the dishes into the sink. It was quite a mess, with all the dried batter, bacon grease, and sticky maple syrup, coupled with the plates, pans, and bowls from the previous evening. When Mr. Peters was still living with them, the kids would do the dishes. This was the understanding when he prepared the special weekend meals. This time, however, he was in a hurry to go shopping, at least so he could get home in time to watch sports. He had agreed to take Anne and Tricia shopping at the mall. Allison wasn't coming with them as she planned to visit some friends. Mr. Peters obtained her understanding that she would wash the dishes. The Lessons Ch. 15 When they got home it was evident that nothing had been done. The only change was a further drying of the batter, grease, syrup, s'mores, and butter. He considered letting the mess wait for when Allison returned home but they needed some of the plates, or at least the room, for lunch. Anne reluctantly agreed to do the dishes, complaining that, once again, they had to take a back seat to Allison's presumptive role as the "little queen." Mr. Peters settled in to watch some sports. However, as soon as the dishes were done, which was actually quite some time, the girls wanted his attention. They wanted to try on all of their new outfits. He had not spared much expense. They had purchased a wide variety of clothes, and they wanted his approval for their choices and an appreciation for how they looked in them. It began innocently enough. They would try on slacks, a sweater, or jeans, dashing off each time to the upstairs bedroom to change. Anne was the first to abandon the extra time and work they were taking for the sake of modesty. After trying on a new pair of slacks she pulled out from her shopping bag a terry halter dress. Why bother going upstairs, she thought. Her father had seen her undies in the morning and, besides, he was her father. She unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans. "Anne," Tricia exclaimed, "what are you doing?" Her eyes widened in surprise. "I'm changing into my dress." "But, you ninny, daddy is right there," she whispered. Anne looked at her father. She had her thumbs hooked in her jeans, having opened them enough to reveal a bit of white panties. Mr. Peters' eyes were fixed on the bit of her panties that were revealed. He didn't say anything. He looked up to catch the eyes of Anne. She smiled at him. He cleared his throat. "It's ok," he said, although there was apprehension in his voice. "See," Anne said to Tricia. "We're all in the same family." She began to wiggle herself out of the jeans, which wasn't easy as they were very tight. Her father's eyes focused on her panties. There was no denying the fact that he enjoyed the sight of her wiggling bottom as she struggled to get the jeans past her curves. "Daddy has seen much more than this before." She almost had to peal them off of her legs. When they were finally off she slowly pulled up her t-shirt, first revealing her white midriff. Mr. Peters noticed the jewelry in her belly button. He furrowed his brow in disapproval. His eyes then traveled up as she exposed the white cups of her bra. Anne also seemed to be having trouble getting the t-shirt off, which allowed Mr. Peters a considerable amount of time to gaze at his daughter's young full breasts. Yes, Lovely Anne had nothing on daughter Anne. Tricia's jaw dropped. She glanced at her father, noticing that he was not looking away. Mr. Peters glanced at Tricia. When he realized that she had caught him lusting with his eyes at her sister, he smiled apologetically, scratched his nose, and looked away. By this time Anne had removed her t-shirt. She now stood in front of her father dressed only in her white bra and panties. "Do you like how I have grown, daddy?" She placed her hands on her hips and swung them back and forth to accentuate her figure and provide him with a few different views of her bottom and breasts. Mr. Peters saw the same flirtation in the eyes of his daughter that always seemed so evident in the pretty eyes of Lovely Anne. "You do have a very good figure, Anne, but, uh, I'm not so sure that you should ask me about that." "Oh daddy, don't be so prudish. Allison was showing off a lot more last night." "Well, that's true, Anne, but she's a bit older than you." As soon as he said that, he realized that it made no sense. "You know, she has always gotten to do more stuff just because she's older. That's not really fair, you know." As she spoke to him, she was fingering the waistband of her panties. Mr. Peters couldn't help but feel aroused. His daughter was being rather openly seductive and what man could resist the sight of such a young woman, the Lovely Anne, posing provocatively in just her bra and panties? Her crossed his legs. Anne turned her back on her father and bent over to pick up the halter dress, providing him with a very nice view of her bottom. He had wondered last night what it would look like. He still didn't entirely know but he now had a much better idea. When she bent over, the panties stretched wide around the curves of her fanny, providing a very nice heart shape, with a little bulge at the bottom, in between her thighs. Anne even straightened her legs as she bent over, knowing that this would accentuate the view. 'I certainly have a very attractive daughter,' Mr. Peters thought. Mr. Peters again glanced at Tricia, who was also looking at Anne. He adjusted the placement of his cock in his pants while her eyes were distracted. Anne pulled out the halter dress and turned back to her father, knowing that he would enjoy the brief sight of her bra and panties as she pulled it up. He certainly did. When she was done tying the strap behind her neck, she pulled it tight so that it stretched across her breasts. "Ohhh, I like this very much, but, you know, it would be even better with no brassiere." "Now, honey, I do think you should keep on your brassiere. I'm afraid that dress is much too tight without one." "Oh father, don't be ridiculous. None of the girls wear a bra under these dresses. See, you can see the straps on my shoulders and a lot of it goes right across the neckline." She was right about that. You really shouldn't wear a bra with that dress. She reached behind her and unclasped her bra. She pulled her arms out of each of the straps and removed it without undoing the dress. Her breasts were now clearly braless. The halter top hugged each breast closely, revealing their full round shape. Anne even shimmied her shoulders, causing her boobs to wiggle and shake. Both Tricia's and Jack's eyes widened with that. The friction caused Anne's nipples to harden. "Oh my," she exclaimed. She tweaked the nipples with her fingers. "Do you think I should put some band aids on them daddy? I guess I could but I think you would then see the band aids and that would look a little silly, don't you think?" "I really think dear that you should wear a brassiere," not wanting to say at all what he was thinking. Anne brought her hands beneath her breasts and lifted them up. "They have gotten pretty big, haven't they daddy." Mr. Peters' face flushed with embarrassment and confusion. Tricia frowned. Last night Allison was stealing the show with her big boobs, and now Anne was doing the same thing. She would join in but her little titties were hardly even noticeable, even if she wasn't wearing anything at all. She said in mild annoyance, "I'm going to get another dress of my own." She dashed off. Mr. Peters didn't mind her leaving. Her departure allowed him to more openly enjoy looking at Anne's body. Anne was now playing with her nipples with her thumb as she held them up. "I do think they are rather nice, don't you daddy?" she asked, seemingly innocently. "You have grown up well, Anne, but I'm not so sure that you should really do that in front of me," but as he spoke his hand rested in his lap, his thumb lightly stroking his erection. "Seriously, daddy, I don't mind if you see them. I want your opinion. I mean, you are my father." She reached behind her and pulled on the straps to release the dress. It fell to her feat. She now stood in front of him dressed only in her panties. She looked at him more seriously, more seductively. She brought her hands again to her breasts. She lifted each with her hands and held them, displayed them, for her father. "Honestly, daddy, do you really think they're pretty?" "Honey," he said quite uncomfortably, "Yes, they are beautiful. They are wonderful breasts." He had to be honest. They were indeed as beautiful as Lovely Anne's, and that was saying a lot. "I do think they have a nice shape," she said, continuing to tweak the nipples as she pointed them at her father. They were as round and pretty as breasts could be. Mr. Peters pressed down hard on his cock with his thumb. He was getting very uncomfortable. Now he wished that Tricia hadn't left. He doubted that Anne would be having this conversation in front of Tricia. "Here daddy, why don't you feel them, see if you think they're ok." She began to walk across the room, still holding her boobs up for him. They wiggled like jello mounds as she crossed the room. "Oh, Anne, really, I shouldn't do that. Please." "It's alright, daddy, really, I don't mind." She then said more quietly. "I won't tell anyone. I won't even tell Tricia or Allison, or anyone." Mr. Peters' cock was rock hard in his pants. "Tricia will be coming down any second, Anne. You won't have to tell her anything. Now, please, for the last time, put your brassiere back on." He was perspiring intensely. Anne knew he was right about Tricia coming back down. "Pooh," she said. She turned around, bent over, her boobs wiggling lusciously with the motion. She looked back and saw that he was watching intently. She stood up, holding her bra in her hands. She looked back at him and smiled, using her finger to swing the bra absentmindedly. She realized that he didn't say to put the bra back on because he didn't want to touch her boobies. He told her to put it back on because Tricia would catch them. She said, "Ok, daddy, you win for now." She reached back and pulled down her panties just past the bottom of her cheeks, showing him her bare white bottom. He had been wondering since last night what her bare bottom looked like. He now had his wish and it was all that he could have hoped for. "Anne!" he said, his voice clearly expressing his exasperation but there was no evident anger or even displeasure. Her fanny was very sweet, round, and curved; they were delicious white bowls, with a delectable crack running down the center. Mr. Peters realized that he had forgotten entirely about the football games on TV. Anne left her butt revealed as she put the bra back on. He admired the sweetness of her soft smooth skin, thinking how nice it would be to run his finger down the crack, to explore what was hidden within. She even bent over when she fitted her boobs back into the cups. Just then she heard the door to the upstairs bedroom open. Anne quickly reached back to pull up her panties. She turned around to face her father as Tricia was coming down the steps. She smiled at him, knowing now that they shared a secret, a personal, naughty secret. As Tricia turned the corner of the stairs to face them she announced, "I got some new undies too!" They both turned to see what she was talking about. It was time for Mr. Peters' mouth to open again. Walking into the room was Tricia dressed only in panties and bra. Her underwear was not nearly so sexy as Allison's, or even Anne's, but Tricia, as the youngest, had always been the most innocent. It was jarring to see her be so openly sexual. Her panties were pink cotton, with bunnies appearing to be hopping across. The little bra was a matching pink, with tiny orange carrots scattered throughout. She sauntered into the room, trying to act like she was entirely comfortable being dressed only in her undies. The truth, however, was that she was very uncomfortable. As soon as she caught her father's eyes she blushed profusely and she instinctively clasped her hands in front of her pubic area and paused. 'Maybe I made a big mistake,' she thought. She looked at Anne. Anne was now also dressed only inbra and panties. It had been her intention to do one better than Anne but Anne had now beaten her to the punch and Anne's figure was obviously more attractive. Anne's boobs were so much bigger than her own. Tricia looked down dejectedly at her own diminutive titties. She frowned in dejection. Mr. Peters noticed her reaction. It would have been hard not to notice. He tried to make her feel better. "Well, my little girls have clearly grown up into some striking young women, haven't they." Tricia looked up at him and smiled in appreciation. "Tricia, I appreciate that you want to show your father your new clothes but I don't know if you realize what a sexy young woman you've become. It's making me very uncomfortable to see you like this." Tricia grinned. "Really, daddy?" She stretched her arms out to her side, not actually realizing that she was now giving him a good look at her little pouch that was nicely outlined by her tight pink panties. One of the bunnies appeared to be perched right on her cunnie. She placed her hands on her waist and swung her hips in delight. "I got them today, just for you. See?" She turned around and bent over. Across her bottom were the words, "I love my daddy." Mr. Peter's eyes feasted on the sight. Exactly what she meant by this was not entirely clear, although he was sure that it was an innocent gesture. Tricia swung her diminutive fanny back and forth. "Do you like it daddy," she looked back at him, her pigtails swinging with the movements of her hips. "I wanted to get some with turtles but this was the only ones that talked about you." "They are very sweet, honey." Mr. Peters couldn't take his eyes off the tiny but still noticeable rise in between her thighs. Her fanny was equally cute. It was so small that perhaps each hand would probably cover an entire cheek. Just then the front door opened. The girls turned in shock and fear, quickly covering themselves up with their hands. Mr. Peters was also initially panicked. He realized that Barbara would probably be very upset at the sight of her daughters almost naked in front of him, and he probably couldn't blame her. But, it was actually Allison. Allison, though, was herself a bit shocked to see her sisters in their underwear, apparently prancing around in front of father. "What has been going on here?" she asked. Tricia shyly placed her hands in front of her little breasts and cunnie. Anne grabbed her halter dress, clutching it in front of her to hide her undress. Allison wondered why Tricia and Anne were acting so alarmed. It was no big thing for her to see them in their undies. Why are they trying to hide themselves now? "Have I been missing something?" Mr. Peters ignored the implication. "Tricia and Anne were trying on their new outfits." He changed the topic, putting Allison on the defensive. "More important is the fact that you did not do the dishes. You left the house with the sink spilling over from last night and this morning." Anne took the cue. "Yea, we had to do them for you!" she said angrily, still holding the dress in front of her. "Yea!" Trixie added, "the grill was really hard to clean," ignoring the fact that it was her that caused the bulk of the sticky mess, and her own help was limited to just the drying. "Well, I don't see the problem. I have done many of your chores over the years." Mr. Peters replied. "Allison, you are the oldest and you must be a role model. You said you would do it and you simply abandoned the responsibility. There is no excuse for this." "Well, alright, I am sorry." She offered, "I will do them tomorrow." "Do you really think that is taking responsibility for what you did? Is that setting a good example, just doing them the next time?" "Well, I can do them again the next day as well," Allison suggested. Mr. Peters didn't respond. "All week?" Allison suggested, somewhat sarcastically. Tricia offered, with a smirk on her face, "I think she should get a spanking." "What?!" Allison exclaimed. "Absolutely not, I am much too old for that." Mr. Peters had to smile at the thought of spanking her. It had been a long time since he had spanked one of the girls. He had imagined spanking Anne the previous evening. After playing with Allison's bottom last night, a little spanking would be a pleasure. "I am not going to be spanked like some little girl," Allison proclaimed. "Well, if you act like an irresponsible little girl, you will need to be treated like one," Mr. Peters countered. "Tricia, go to the dining room and bring back one of the chairs." Tricia smiled and ran off. Allison noticed the writing across her bottom as she scampered away. She again wondered what had been going on during her absence. She turned back to face her father. "Really, father, I don't think this is appropriate." She really wasn't too upset about her father spanking her. She might have turned it into a game of flirtation. However, it was an entirely different manner to have her sisters involved. She felt demeaned. "I will decide what is appropriate," he responded authoritatively. Tricia returned, clumsily dragging with her one of the straight back chairs. "Here daddy, I got one." "Very good, Tricia." Mr. Peters met her more than half way, recognizing that she was having a bit of a struggle with it. He placed it in the center of the room. "Aright then, Allison. You know the position." Allison frowned. Anne and Tricia smiled. Tricia didn't seem to even notice anymore that she was wearing just a bra and panties, being distracted by the fun with Allison. Allison reluctantly approached the back of the chair. She frowned at her father and scowled at her sisters, turned her back on them and bent over the chair to grab hold of the seat. Allison was wearing a summer dress, white with little flowers sprinkled throughout. The dress went well past her knees as she bent over. Her posture nicely accentuated the curves of her bottom. "Pull your skirt up, Allison, and leave it over your back." Allison looked back at her father. "Must you really do this father? In front of them? Can't we do this alone?" she smiled plaintively at him. Mr. Peters wondered if the smile was even a bit flirtatious, but he didn't take the bait. "Lift up your skirt." Her suggestion had in fact given him another idea. "Yes, father," she reluctantly acquiesced. She let go of the seat of the chair and stood up. She stooped over to take hold of the hem of her skirt. She pulled it up well past her waist and resumed the position over the back of the chair, her hands again taking hold of the seat. Tricia put her hand to her mouth, noticing the sexuality of her sister's provocative pose. Her panties were a simple white like her dress, but they were a lacy embroidered bikini that was nicely stretched across her curves. Tricia looked away when she realized that she was looking at the rather prominent mound of her sister's cunnie. Anne absentmindedly dropped the front of her skirt, again revealing her boobs, as she contemplated her sister's pose. Mr. Peters' eyes attempted to enjoy the sight of Anne's titties as well as Allison's bottom. There was in fact one good way to do this. "Alright girls, since you had to do the dishes, you can do the spanking." "What?!" Allison exclaimed. "We've never been able to spank each other before," she protested. "Your sisters are now grown up themselves, and I think they should have this experience. Besides, it seems to me to be an appropriate manner of punishment given your disrespect of them." Now he would be able to gaze at all three of them, with little attention to himself. "Anne, Tricia, each of you get on either side of your sister." They quickly got into position. Anne dropped her skirt, a fact that did not go unnoticed by Mr. Peters. Allison groaned in frustration. "Alright girls, you can begin the spanking. I'll tell you when to stop." Anne and Tricia, grinning ear to ear, began swatting the pantied bottom of their older sister. They squealed and laughed with delight. Their hands probably stinging as much as they stung the bottom of Allison, but it was well worth it. Allison fruitlessly leaped and pranced, there being no escape. She also squealed, in protest, pain, and embarrassment. Her butt wiggled and her hips twisted, giving her father a provocative show. It also helped to have his other two daughters gayly jumping and slapping, dressed only in their bra and panties. Anne's breasts jiggled and wiggled in her bra. It was like he was a guest at a pajama party, invited to sit back and enjoy a naughty game of truth or dare that Allison had lost and was now receiving the bawdy punishment. The Lessons Ch. 15 The eyes of Anne and Tricia were on the vulnerable butt of their sister. The eyes of Allison were at times closed, at other times staring ahead in front of her. Nobody noticed Mr. Peters adjusting his erection within his pants, even allowing himself some time to stroke and fondle his stiff cock. He was no longer thinking about the fact that these were his daughters, but at this point it might not have made any difference. He even enjoyed the sight of Tricia's little fanny, particularly with the telling flirtation written across her elfish cheeks. The sounds of hands slapping on bottom, along with the giggling and squeals of Tricia and Anne, and the exclamations of protest and even threats of Allison, drowned out entirely the football game on television, but this show was better than anything on TV, even on the adult channel. If this was on TV, Mr. Peters would have removed his cock and enjoyed himself physically as he enjoyed them visually. He sat back and savored the show, stroking and fondling his stiff cock through his slacks. He finally told them to desist. "Alright girls, that's probably enough." Anne and Tricia didn't object. Their palms were stinging and they both felt they had extracted enough revenge. They stopped and absorbed the sight of their big sister. Her hands now rubbing her fanny. The bottom third of each cheek poked out beneath her panties, and they were delightfully red. "I'm gonna get you girls for this, just you wait. Don't think that you have heard the last of this," she threatened. "That will be enough of that, Allison," Mr. Peters admonished. "Girls, go upstairs now and get dressed. I want some time alone with Allison." "Yes, daddy," they exclaimed. Tricia ran off, giggling. Anne stopped to pick up her dress. Mr. Peters watched how her breasts jiggled through her bra. He recalled how just a few minutes ago she was offering them to him, fully naked. He kept a hand in his lap to hide it from Anne's view. Anne, in a flushed state of excitement herself, gathered her dress and dashed off, her bottom wiggling as she went. Allison had not moved from her position. She knew from the past that she was to wait until her father told her it was time to get up. She bit a knuckle, wondering what he had in mind. Mr. Peters got up to stand behind her. Being out of her sight he further adjusted the cock in his pants, doing his best to minimize its obvious state, although he also kept his left hand on his dick, stroking its length through the cloth. Mr. Peters was not in fact sure what he wanted to do next. Well, that wasn't entirely true, but he knew that he couldn't do that. He just wasn't sure how next to punish her. He certainly couldn't put her over his lap. His erection would be too obvious. Allison perceived the hesitation. Her father was just standing behind her. What was he up to? It didn't take long to figure it out. She recalled how he had played with her bottom last night and let her play with his cock. Now he was standing right behind her while she was bent over, showing him her freshly spanked bottom. She looked back at him. He immediately stopped playing with himself, using the hand instead to hide himself. It didn't work. She could tell that he had an erection. She turned her attention to his eyes. "Father?" she asked. "Yes dear?" he replied. "Can we finish this in the bedroom? It's just so embarrassing here, right in the family room. I don't want Anne and Tricia to see me again, especially if you have to do more." Mr. Peters did not reply right away. He shifted his legs, trying to hide his erection. "Alright, yes, that would be fine." He quickly turned around and headed for his office. Once his back was turned Allison smiled, and slowly stood up. She paused to rub her bottom one more time and then followed him to her bedroom. When she entered he was sitting on the edge of the fold-out bed, a pillow on his lap. "Must you do this father? I've been spanked enough, really." She turned to lock the door. "I don't like it either, Allison. I wanted this week to be a time of fun, of togetherness, getting to know each other again. But Barbara also asked me to impart more discipline, more responsibility. I know that the three of you have been causing your mother much concern and distraction, and this needs to stop, and it will first stop with you. Now, come here and get over my lap." "Yes sir." She approached and stood in front of him. She lifted up skirt, offering to him a nice look of the front of her panties. Her hips were lovely, so nicely shaped and accented by the lace of her panties. His eyes went to the triangular pouch which hid her pussy. He hoped a pillow would again hide his erection once she got over his lap. "Isn't there any other way to do this father?" He looked up at her quizzically. She was a delectable sight, standing in front of him, submissively holding up her dress to show him her panties. She released the skirt, got down on her knees, and placed her hands on his knees. She looked plaintively into his eyes. "Father, please don't spank me. I am very sorry for being such a bad girl, I know I was wrong." "Honey, I am your father and I must discipline you. That is my responsibility. I don't want to do it, but I must." "But father, I can make it up to you. I can make you proud of me again. In other ways." She moved her hands up his thighs. "Allison, what are you doing?" He was confused and noticeably uncomfortable. "I wasn't asleep last night, daddy." She caressed his thigh and then looked him in his eyes, "when you touched me." He didn't say anything. He knew he was caught, and he had nothing to offer in his defense. "It's alright, daddy. I didn't mind." She was moving her hands up and down his thighs. "Allie, this isn't right. You're my daughter. You shouldn't be doing this." "It wasn't right last night, father, when you touched me. Maybe you should get the spanking. You were being much more naughty than me. You know where you touched me." She smiled sweetly at him with those pretty oval blue eyes, her lashes fluttering. She knew she had him by the balls, for the moment only figuratively. Mr. Peters glanced at the door. "It's locked, father. They won't come in." She moved his legs apart and crawled in between. She looked him in the eyes. "I know you want to, father. I know it's sticking up." Without taking her eyes off of his, she reached under the pillow and laid her fingers on his erection. Mr. Peters' legs stiffened. Sweat was forming on his brow. He brought his own hand under the pillow and grasped hers. "You're my girl, Allie, this shouldn't happen." "I'm a big girl now. I can make my own decisions." She smiled at him. "If I disappoint you, father, then maybe you can spank me later." She lightly drew her fingers up and down his erection. His hand did not try to stop her. He closed his eyes, leaned back and opened his legs further. He had decided. He would let her do what she wanted. She was old enough to make her own decisions. She withdrew the pillow and openly looked at his evident erection. He was in her hands now, literally. She traced her fingers up and down his stiff cock, enjoying the fact that he was so evidently excited. A moment ago she was his daughter, bent over a chair being spanked. But now the tables were turned. He was now under her control, and she had done it with her growing sexuality. She unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his slacks, and pulled down his zipper. The protrusion of his cock was much more evident through just his boxers. Allison was impressed. She traced her finger around the head of his cock as it pushed hard against the thin fabric. Mr. Peters sighed with pleasure. "Father, we must get these slacks off." She moved back to give him room to stand. He hesitated, knowing that this might be so terribly wrong, but he then stood. She smiled and grasped his slacks, pulling them down to his ankles. She helped him step out of them, feeling now like a mother to her father, helping him get undressed. When they were removed, she looked up at him. His erection now boldly evident, his hard pointing cock just a thin, loose fabric away. "I think somebody wants to come out and play," she teased. She raised up onto her knees, placed her hands within the waistband of his boxers, pulled them out and then down. His cock sprung free, but she resisted the desire to look at it, concentrating instead on getting his legs and feet entirely out of his boxers. When they were free, she looked up, smiled with pleasure, and fell back on her haunches. "Father, you are so manly." Mr. Peters looked down at his daughter. He recalled how often he had admired her beauty, her loveliness, and, as she got older, her seductive shapeliness. He now stood before her kneeling figure, his hard cock jutting out, twitching in lust above her pretty face, her admiring eyes gazing up at his cock with desire. She reached up to lightly touch his large balls, swollen with excitement, hanging loosely beneath his engorged shaft. "You are so much larger than the boys I have been with before." "You have done this before?" he asked, rather naively. "Oh father, don't be silly. Of course I have. I might even surprise you with what I know, with what I can do, for you." She traced the tips of her fingers along the underside of his cock; it reflexively twitched with pleasure. "Sit back down father, and let me show you what your daughter has learned." He sat back down on the bed. She moved up between his legs, grasped the rod in her hand, and bent down to lay her face just above the swollen head. She hesitated. He felt her soft breath wafting across, and then her tongue, the tip of her tongue. His daughter, his beautiful Allison, was licking the head of his cock. He felt like he could shoot his load right away, to spray his cum all over her exposed tongue. She then withdrew her tongue and planted a firm, hard kiss on the head. He groaned, spread his legs farther apart and jutted his hips out farther, encouraging her to continue. She did not open her mouth. She instead just kept her lips firmly pressed on his cock-head as she drew her fist up and down his shaft. She moved her lips around and around the end of the cock, massaging it with her lips as she jerked him off with her hand. He felt his testicles swell and pull in tight to his groin. She pulled pack. She looked up sweetly at him. "Do you like it, daddy? Is your daughter making you happy?" "Yes, very much so sweetheart." He caressed her cheek with his hand. She turned back and brought her face back down to his cock. She opened her lips slightly, brought them to his cock, and slowly pushed down onto him, forcing his cock through her lips, caressing him with her tongue as his shaft entered deeper and deeper into her mouth. She brought her lips slowly all the way down his shaft, until she reached the base, her nose tickled by his hairs. She coughed, gagging a bit with the dick now lodged into her throat. She hesitated, letting herself become use to the sensation, and then slowly pulled back, slowly letting his length leave her mouth, although keeping a firm grip with her lips as it departed. When only but the head remained she stopped, thoroughly licking and caressing it, as if it was a large gumball that tasted so sweet, was so delicious to savor and suck. She resumed her stroking with her hand, moving her fist up and down the shaft as she wantonly relished the head with her tongue. Mr. Peters legs straightened as he felt the early signs of his impending explosion. Allison, however, stopped when she realized how close he was. "Not yet father. I want you to give it to me somewhere else." She pulled back and stood up before him. She again raised her dress, looking at his eyes with a sensual yearning. When her panties were exposed, she reached underneath her dress to grasp the waistband. She then bent forward, keeping her eyes glued to his, and pulled down her panties. He couldn't see anything, other than the lust in her sweet eyes, but he imagined a great deal. When she had removed her panties she crawled onto the bed. She brought her head down to the coverlet, moved her knees up to elevate her bottom as high as possible, and then slowly pulled the dress up, revealing first her thighs and then, most importantly, her round, delectable bottom. "I'm waiting, father." She spread her legs. He got up from the bed and moved behind her. The sight was irresistible. Her curves were entrancing, her hips so narrow yet topped with a full round buttocks. The skin was a soft whiteness, gradually shifting to a more brownish red as his eyes traveled down her tempting crack. And, below it all was her full, wet cunt. It glistened with her moisture, like dew on grass in an early morning. "I liked to shave it, daddy. Is that it ok?" Mr. Peters swallowed in nervousness. It was much more than ok. It was beautiful. A perfect delicate mound with but a narrow, wet slit traversing the center. Perhaps even better than Alison's. Although, he could be biased, as this was his daughter. She reached up between her legs and ran her finger down the slit of her cunt, showing him her wetness. "I did though leave a landing strip." He didn't know what she meant by that. She laughed. It was neat to see that she knew about some things more than him. She spread the lips of her cunt with her fingers. "Here, father, put it here," she whispered. He got in between her legs. "Are you sure, Allie?" She looked back at him with her oval blue eyes. "You can't stop now, daddy. Your big girl wants you to now make her happy. C'mon daddy, let your sweetie have her daddy's big cock." She wiggled her bottom at him. She opened her slit with her fingers. He stepped up to her upraised cunt and brought the head of his cock to the entrance to her hole. "That's it, daddy. Let me have that big thing of yours. Make your daughter happy, make me jump and squeal." She pushed back and he lunged forward, burying deep within her. "Father," she groaned, her voice hoarse with passion as he plunged deep within her. He grabbed her young narrow hips and pulled her ass to him as he pushed deep inside. "Allie, your so tight, so wet," he whispered. He quickly pulled back out and then just as quickly pushed back in, using his hands to control her hips, to meet his movements with her own. "Oh daddy," she gasped, "you're so big, so manly. Fuck your little girl, make me cum daddy, I want you to fuck me so hard." He pounded her hard, plunging in and out with a vengeance, his own thighs slapping against the cheeks of her ass as he pounded into her. She met each thrust with loud gasps and shrieks, "Yes!" as he lunged in; "Oh my!" as he pounded again; "Yes!;" "Father!"; and then yowls and yelps of expletives. He was about ready to burst, and then a knocking on the door. They both froze and turned their head to the door. "Yes?" Mr. Peters asked loudly yet nervously. "Daddy?" It was Anne. "Please don't be mad. I mean, we're sorry for interrupting." "No, that's fine, we're almost finished here," he said, breathing heavily, wiping some perspiration from his brow, his cock still embedded in Allison's cunt. "Daddy, don't let them come in!" Allison exclaimed in mock fright. Mr. Peters clearly wasn't about to do that, but her playacting was hopefully effective in covering for the sounds she had been making. "I'll be good. No more spanking now, please?" Allison looked back at her father, smiled, squeezed down hard on his cock with her cunt, and circled her ass around and around. "We just wondered, daddy, if we could change the channel. I mean, if you're done watching football." "Daddy is spanking me so hard!" Allison exclaimed, enjoying the subterfuge and the fact that they were sharing such a dirty secret. Mr. Peters patted her affectionately on her bottom and whispered for her to shush. He yelled through the door to Anne and Tricia, "Yes, that will be fine. We are almost through here." Allison shook her ass hard to get his attention, and then gave him an exaggerated pout, her thumb in her mouth. She whispered. "Really, daddy? You're almost through spanking me?" He scowled at her, and then pushed hard into her to make his point that she had to keep quiet, slapping her hard at the same time on her butt. Allison yelped in surprise at the sudden, severe push and the sting of the spank. "Alright, well, thank you daddy," Anne replied. "We'll be quiet." They heard Anne and Tricia scamper off. Mr. Peters resumed his hard fucking of Allison. To help with the charade, each thrust was now met with a yelp and squeal from Allison, with exclamations of "Father!", "please," "I'll be good," "not so hard," "that hurts," with Mr. Peters occasionally slapping her butt in a playful manner to add further authenticity. They continued to fuck in this manner for some time, both enjoying immensely the lustful coupling of their bodies, and the erotique of their sexual play. Neither of them wanted it to end, but the lust was too intense. Allison finally lurched forward, almost dislodging her father from her cunt, and grabbed hold tightly on the coverlet with her fists. She squeezed her eyes shut and yelled, "Oh, jeeeeze" and then twitched with a convulsive wave of pleasure, clamping down hard on his cock with the muscles of her cunt. Her body spasmed and jerked as her orgasm swept across her body. Mr. Peters met her orgasm with his own, falling down onto her back and gushing out his cum in heavy spurts of passion. Each burst of jism was accompanied by a wave of pleasurable relief. He poured his cum deep into her cunt. "Oh daddy," her voice now in a whisper of grateful affection as she felt his cock squirting in her cunt. She had done it. She had gotten her father to release his load inside her. She felt so satisfied, so complete. She could feel his large cock twitching and spurting inside of her. He seemed to have so much cum. She even felt his jism squeeze out of her cunt onto her thighs. She sighed with pleasure and satisfaction at being so filled. As the last waves of her own orgasm left her, she turned her head so that she could give him a kiss on his lips. "Did I make you happy daddy?" "Yes, very much so," he replied. She turned her body full around. His cock pulled out of her cunt in the process, and gobs of cumming slushed out onto the coverlet. She wrapped her arms around him. "Will you spank me again before I have to go home to mom?" "If you continue to be a naughty girl, I guess I will have to." "That will make me very happy, daddy." To be continued . . . - - - - - - - - - - - - I hope you liked it. Again, I am happy to get suggestions for new ideas and ways to improve the series. Please do vote. In any case, I hope you enjoyed it! The Lessons Ch. 16 This is chapter 16 of a series. If you like this story, I encourage you to read earlier chapters as they can help with the understanding of characters and context. In addition, please note that this chapter concerns themes of incest (among persons of adult age). If you find this to be offensive, then you should avoid it. In any case, please do provide feedback. There are a number of possible sequels to my stories, and it is best to go off in the right direction than to try to retrace my steps. I would be happy to hear your suggestions for how to improve it or additional stories you would like to be developed. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Ron was feeling very guilty. After Miss Harding had masturbated him (see Chapter 9) he got his revenge by having sex with her while she was caught in the pillory (see Chapter 14). But, that actually wasn't what was making him feel guilty as Miss Harding had been a willing partner, albeit a captive one. Even though she was in the pillory it was evident that she was enjoying herself. What made him feel guilty were the thoughts he was having about his mother. He had been explicit about this in Miss Harding's class (see Chapter 9), and while he was subsequently having sex with Miss Harding from behind his mind often drifted to his mother. He couldn't help wondering what it would be like if it was her whom he was mounting from behind. How pleasurable it would be to see his own mother's bottom sticking up in the air. These were not good thoughts. He shouldn't be thinking of such things. It was understandable for someone else to have such thoughts about his mother. Debra Theale was strikingly pretty. She was five feet three inches, with 34B, 24, and 34 inch measurements. She had in fact been a beauty queen in high school. That was quite a number of years ago but she still had her wholesome, graceful attractiveness. Ron considered her to be a spitting image of Donna Reed (Mary Bailey) in "It's a Wonderful Life." As a boy growing up, when they watched the movie during the holiday season, he would yell, "Mom's on TV! Mom's on TV!" She would blush, wave her hand in dismissal, and say, "You stop that, I don't look a bit like her," but Ron and her father, Brent, knew she liked it a lot. She enjoyed the flattery. She liked to feel pretty. It was certainly no coincidence that reruns of The Donna Reed show was a family favorite. Her husband, Brent, even bought a video copy of the series as a birthday present. She had Donna Reed's medium length wavy hair that fell nicely over her shoulders, as well as her perky nose, smooth skin, and pretty flashing eyes. There was an evocative appeal about her. She had the sweetheart, girl-next-door appearance, but like Mary Bailey, she knew how to make her man happy. Mary Bailey was a virtuous woman, but she did in fact have quite a few children with George. As Debra's friends would say, Debra was a woman who would melt her man's heart as she baked his biscuits (when she was young she did win the state fair blue ribbon for her biscuits). Sadly though her husband, Brent, died quite a number of years ago, leaving her alone to raise their son, whom she loved dearly. He was her little man, and she devoted considerable time and attention to his care. The fact that her husband was no longer with them though might be part of the reason for Ron's fantasies. She would at times refer to him as the man of the house, even her man, her protector. As they were the only two members of the household, she would also become neglectful of the fact that Ron was a growing young man. She would iron her skirts or blouses in her undies (although always having a slip over her panties), she wouldn't entirely close her bedroom door as she changed, and one time he even walked in on her when she was taking a bath. She had screamed in embarrassment, quickly placing her hands across her breasts, which, for the brief time he had seen them, were still quite firm. Ron blushed, apologized profusely, and quickly left the room. However, he went to his bedroom, locked the door, and masturbated to the memory of his naked mother, lying in the bath. He imagined that her reaction had been entirely different, that after the initial shock she had invited him to stay. She even asked him to wash her back, and then suggested that he join her. After all, it was time for his own bath and she had always bathed him when he was a little boy. When he undressed he tried to hide his erection but she told him not to worry, as young men his age often get erections. She even offered to clean it, as she had done so many years before. She first poured bath oil all over it, and then began to stroke and massage his stiff member to be sure that it was good and clean. Ron then spurted his cum all over her hands, actually his own hand, the ejaculation bringing him back to the reality that he was lying in his own bed. He had lots of these fantasies. He particularly enjoyed watching her iron in her undies. He would pretend to be reading, although all the time watching her breasts jiggle beneath her slip or at times, even better, her bra. There was one time in which he actually masturbated through his pants, hiding his erection with a textbook. He decided to talk to his mother about it one evening after dinner. She had always been an easy person to talk to. She was warm, considerate, compassionate, just like a mother should be. She would understand. She would help him. She was sitting on the couch knitting him a sweater when he approached. She was wearing a rose silk blouse, a pink wool skirt, and silky nylons. She looked lovely. "Mother?" "Yes, Ronnie, what is it sweetie?" She put down her knitting. She always gave him her full attention when he wanted to talk about something, and she could tell right away that something important was on his mind. "Um, can I talk to you about something?" "Well sure, dear, here, sit down right next to me." She smiled at him tenderly. She had the loveliest smile. He thought that she must have been quite the high school beauty queen. He sat down next to her, although keeping a bit of distance in between. "This is kinda difficult." "Oh, honey." She slid over so that she would be right next to him. She picked up one of his hands and brought it to her lap, holding it warmly with both of her hands. "Now don't you ever feel hesitant to tell me something. I'm your mother. I will understand." Ron caught a whiff of her rose perfume. He always liked her scent, and it was wonderful how she kept up her physical attractiveness despite his father's absence from her life. Her beauty had always been one of her great prides, and she obviously continued to pay considerable attention to it, despite the fact that she had never started dating again. Ron noticed that she would at times spend an hour in the morning getting on her make up, doing her hair, and selecting an outfit. He felt sorry for her that there wasn't anybody still letting her know how pretty she was. "I have something to tell you and it's kind of, well, embarrassing." She slid even closer so that their legs were touching. Keeping his hand on her lap with her right hand, she moved her left hand over to place it on his thigh. She said softly, "Please dear, you mustn't keep any secrets from me." He looked down at her hand, his own beginning to perspire in her lap. "I've started having sexual relationships, mother." Mrs. Theale almost laughed. How cute. She smiled and said sweetly, "Peanut," that was her pet name for him, "That's wonderful. You're old enough now to have sex. You're 18, a young man. Don't feel ashamed about that. My goodness, I didn't even wait that long myself when I was a girl." She flushed a bit saying that. It was true and it might help him to hear it, but it was a little embarrassing to admit to it. She removed her hand from his thigh and stroked his hair. "Is it that sweet girl, Tammie. She is such a cutie pie." "I don't want to say who, mother." There was no way he was going to tell her that it was Miss Harding, his biology teacher. "That's not really it." "What is it then?" She rested her hand gently on his shoulder. "It's that, well, mother, it's just that, well, it's, man, I don't think I can really talk about this." "Baby, please, tell your mother. You can tell your mummy anything, you must know that. Now, please, take a deep breathe and tell me everything." "Um, well, ok, but this is awfully hard." He hesitated again, but decided to just get it out. "When I do it, it's, it's, um, you I keep thinking about." Mrs. Theale's hand notably stiffened on his shoulder. There was an awkward silence. However, she quickly recovered. This really wasn't so bad. In fact, wasn't it something in fact common? "Ronnie, dear, that is nothing to be ashamed about. I remember when I was in college reading about edible conflicts." "Mother, I think you mean Oedipal conflicts." "That's what I said, dear, now don't interrupt your mother. As I was saying, I remember reading that such feelings of a young man for his mother are only natural. You will grow out of it." "I think I'm pretty grown already and I still have them." "Peanut, I'm sure you will be fine, now lets stop this nonsense." Mrs. Theale was still feeling a bit uncomfortable with the nature of this conversation. She withdrew her hand from his shoulder, moved his hand back onto his own lap, and straightened her skirt. "I knew I shouldn't have told you about it." "Now dear, don't say that. You can always talk to me about things. You know that." Actually, she knew that wasn't entirely true. She realized that she had never sat down and spoken to him about sex and she did feel bad about that. She had really been hoping that his father would take care of it but with his departure from their lives the responsibility had fallen to her and she had dropped the ball. She had been reluctant because it had always been difficult for her to openly talk about such things, sexual things, and it was particularly awkward to speak about such matters to her handsome son. She preferred to continue to think of him as a young boy, not yet mature to be interested in these sort of things. But, he was now well past that point. Perhaps she was in fact partly to blame for this problem. "Ronnie, it was right that you came to me about this, it's just that I don't know what to say." She wished that she could say or do something, but she could feel herself getting more and more nervous as she thought of speaking to Ronnie about "the birds and the bees." She thought, 'He must know about all of that. My goodness, he's having sexual activities.' She started to blush thinking about her son having sex. "Well, mother, I do have one idea." She quickly turned to him. "Honey, what is it?" She was thrilled that he had an idea. Anything to rescue her from this awkwardness; well, anything short of having to talk to him about sex. "I was thinking, mother, that if you acted, once again, as my mother, that I would start thinking of you less as a woman and more as my mother. These last few years I really have been just noticing you as a woman, an attractive woman, even my woman, and I have these fantasies, like." She cut him off. "I don't think I need any of the specifics, honey." My goodness, she certainly did not want to hear the dirty details. "And, honey, how have I not been acting as your mother? You still live here at home, I still cook your meals, well most of them when you are not out flitting around with your friends, and I wash and iron your clothes, and even still darn your socks. I'm knitting a sweater for you right now. What more of a mother can I be?" He had to admit that he hadn't thought about all of that. He had been taking a lot of this for granted. But, he did have one particular task in mind. "You are right about all that, but, still, these are all things you do for me, things a woman often does for her husband as well. I don't want to think of you that way. I want to think of you as being my mom." "I still don't understand, dear, help me understand what you want me to do. I will try to be helpful." She did want to make up for her shirking of her "birds and bees" responsibility. She returned her hand to his thigh. "Well, I got this idea from one of our new professors, Mr. Peters." "You talked to one of your professors about this?" She wasn't too sure how she felt about that. "No, no, my idea just comes from some of his methods of teaching." His voice lowered, almost to a whisper, and he looked down at his feat, not able to look her in the eyes. "I was thinking that it would help if you were to punish me, you know, like you did when I was little." "Punish you?" She was quite surprised. She was assuming that he was simply going to ask her to give him a stern lecture or perhaps dress more modestly, or something like that. "If I could again think of you as my mother, as the person who disciplines me, as your child, I would stop having these thoughts. Mr. Peters is using spanking quite a bit in his classes to discipline students and it is apparently working quite well." "Spanking?! Really? Aren't you a bit old for that?" "But that's the point. If you treated me as if I wasn't an adult, if you treated me like you used to treat me when I was a little boy, then I wouldn't be thinking of you as a woman. I would think of you as my mom. And, besides, what better way to get me to stop having these fantasies than to punish me for them. If you punish me then I will stop having these thoughts." Mrs. Theale gave his suggestion some thought. It did make sense. She had become increasingly permissive as he grew older, not feeling that she had sufficient authority over him. When he reached adolescence she stopped spanking him in part because she actually feared that she could not control him, physically. If he thought that this would help, she should be willing to at least try. "Alright, honey, if you think it will help. How should we do this?" "Just like we used to do." He got up to stand next to her. "Over your lap." Mrs. Theale could feel the pace of her heart quicken. She nervously swallowed. "Alright, then, ok, um, why don't you lie here, across my lap." She leaned back on the couch to give him room and patted her skirt to make him a nice spot for him to lie down. "But, you know, mother, that I should have my pants down. These jeans are much too thick. I won't feel anything through them." He began to unbuckle his belt. "Yes, alright." Ronnie's mother agreed, but reluctantly. Spanking him through his jeans would probably hurt her hand more than his butt. But, she modestly looked away as he pulled down his pants. This was becoming very awkward for her. What Ron had not told his mother was that one of his fantasies was for her to spank him. As they were talking about it he could feel himself swelling and growing in his pants. He was glad to pull them down in part because his erection was becoming very uncomfortable in his jockey shorts and tight jeans, but also because he would now be able to show his mother his hard, stiff cock. "I'm ready, mom," he announced. She turned to help him lie across her lap and yelped in shock at the sight of his erection. "My goodness Ronnie!" She brought a hand to her mouth in surprise and dismay. Her son was displaying his erect manhood just inches from her eyes! She had not seen one herself for years. That was shocking enough, but this one was Ronnie's. Her son's! She was thoroughly flustered. "Oh my, Ronnie, please, you shouldn't let me see that. Your penis, it's, my dear." She didn't know what more to say. "Yes, I know. I am so sorry, mother. You see, that's my problem. Just the thought of taking my pants down in front of you has made me hard." "Ronnie, yes, I see that." Well, she now had a better understanding of the problem, a rather vivid, concrete understanding to be sure. She understood perhaps better than she wanted to. She wondered if her face was beet red. It sure felt that way. But, this was her son. She had to maintain her composure. "Alright, honey, now come here across my lap." She reached for his arm to help him get into position, keeping her eyes averted. Once he was on her lap, it would be better. Ron stepped out of his jeans and briefs, and got into position across her lap. However, when he lied down he could tell there was a serious problem. He recoiled as soon as he made contact. "Mother, your skirt, I don't think it will work." Her pink wool skirt was very uncomfortable when in direct contact with the skin. She herself wore beneath it a silk slip, as she also found the wool to be rather itchy. "It's going to chafe and scratch, particular when my skin is now so tight and sensitive." He was right about that. His dick would be rubbed sore by the harsh, scratchy wool, particularly the sensitive underside. "Would you mind, please, mother, if you could just pull the skirt up?. It doesn't have to be all the way, just enough so that it is out of the way of my, you know, my thing." Mrs. Theale wasn't sure what to say. "I'm sorry to have to ask you this. It's embarrassing enough that I have an erection like this, and you even saw it and everything, but I won't ask for anything else, I promise." She could tell how embarrassing this was for him. She felt herself mortified at the sight of his stiff penis. She hadn't thought about the fact that it would be even worse for him. Perhaps the sooner they got this over with the better. "That's all right dear, I understand. It's not your fault. I should have thought about this myself. Lift your bottom up a bit higher while I adjust my skirt." Adjusting her skit was a bit awkward. His bottom rose up closer to her face, but she needed the room to allow herself to lift her own bottom up from the couch so that she could pull up her skirt. He had suggested that she just pull it out of the way but she knew that it would slide back underneath as soon as the spanking started. She pulled the skirt and slip entirely clear of her bottom. It felt a little funny to be sitting on the couch in her panty hose, her skirt pulled up. But she really shouldn't feel embarrassed. It was important for a mother not to feel embarrassed about such things. She had many times been in front of Ronnie wearing just a slip and bra, and Ronnie was now far more exposed than she. However, as soon as he lied back down her eyes opened wide. She could now easily feel his stiff cock. It was pressed against her left thigh. She could even feel his soft testicles lodged in between her thighs. This did not feel right at all. Her own son's erect penis pressed against her panty hose. Although, it was curiously stimulating. She could feel a little flutter in her heart, but that also made her feel a bit guilty. Ron liked it a lot. Not only was the scratchiness of the wool gone, it was replaced with the smoothness of her silk nylons. He was essentially pressing his naked stiff cock against the soft, warm thigh of his mother, separated by, actually enhanced by, the feel of the smooth and silky nylon. He could easily get himself off by just rubbing against her. This was a dream becoming true. Mrs. Theale looked down at the exposed bottom of her son. In some respects his bottom had not changed. It was still quite white, soft, and tender. She remembered spanking him quite a number of times when he was a child. She had never tried to spank him severely. She had tried to make it more like a tender lesson, a loving reminder to be a good boy. However, in other respects he had changed quite a bit. His bottom was now quite bigger, even muscular. It was now the butt of a man, a naked man's butt resting on her lap, his erection pressed against her thigh. It had been so long since she had felt a man's erection. The thought of grasping his erection flashed into her mind but as quickly she pushed it right out. 'What a terrible thought,' she said to herself. She asked him, "Are you ready, honey?" The Lessons Ch. 16 "Yes, mother." Mrs. Theale sighed and started giving him little pats on his butt. She smiled at the sight of his bottom cheeks wiggling with her patting. She remembered one time playing patty cake with his bottom. Ron closed his eyes at the feel of her maternal hand patting him on his bottom. It was nice, but it was hardly a spanking. "Mother, I am not a little boy anymore. I need a real spanking." Mrs. Theale said, "Oops, yes," she giggled. She raised her hand up high and swatted down hard on his butt. SMACK! "Yikes!" he squealed. He wasn't really expecting her to hit that hard. Man, that really stung. "Are you all right?" she asked worriedly. "Yea, I'm fine. That was good. That's what I need. It just surprised me." "It kind of surprised me too," she admitted. "Well, here comes five more." SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK! These were not quite as hard but they did still sting. Ron squirmed his bottom around, not really to try to avoid the swats but to try to lessen and spread the stinging. He also liked the fact that the movement allowed him to poke and slide his erection on her exposed thigh. She stopped to let him catch his breath. She had never spanked him this hard, but he was a young man now and shouldn't be treated like he was still a little boy. She also liked how his white buttocks were turning a soft red. She laid her hand on his fanny and lightly caressed his cheeks. She said to herself that this was purely for the purpose of helping him sooth the stinging. His bottom though did feel nice; so soft, yet so manly. "Alright, dear, now ten more." This was how she liked to do it, doubling them each time. Her spanks in the past were little more than love pats. She would use the doubling as a means to provide some nervous drama, as just the thought of twice as many coming with an uncertain severity was usually enough to get the desired apologies, pleas for mercy, and promises of future good behavior. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, and on she went. Ron was squirming, twisting, and even protesting. These were not viscous, hurtful slaps, but they were nevertheless biting. It was worth the pain though to be able to rub his cock on her silky nylons and soft thighs. But, boy did he sting. When she finished the 10 swats, he asked if she could just wait a bit. She was happy to wait. Her hand also stung quite a bit. She again caressed his soft cheeks, rubbing out her own sting as she was helping him. His bottom now felt quite warm with the rush of blood into his flesh. She had always enjoyed grasping onto Brent's firm cheeks when they were having sex. She was not an overtly sexual woman outside of the bedroom, but she had always enjoyed it. She had in fact been a quite passionate lover. Brent loved her for that. But, those days were long gone and she had no interest in trying to find a new mate. Nobody could really replace Brent; none could really take his place in her heart. Her mind drifted to him as she caressed Ron's bottom. Ron felt the affection in her caress. Her fingers were even drifting a bit into his crack, sliding up and down. She was not going down into his crack. It was not blatantly sexual, but it was suggestive. It was a caress, not just a massage. He felt his cock swell in passion. She snapped out of her reverie. "Alright, dear, once again." SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, and on it went for a total of 20 hard smacks, with Ron yelping and squealing, his mother now chasing after his squirming and writhing bottom with her hand, trying to be sure that each smack hit fast, hard and true. Ron's butt was a dark red, and his brow was furrowed in pain. He knew that the stinging was substantially short of the pain one felt with a cane, board, or brush, but it was pretty biting nevertheless. His mother had not been soft with her hand. "That really stung, mother." She replied, unsympathetically, "One last round." "Wait!" he protested but SMACK! SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK! , SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK! , SMACK! , SMACK! , SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK! , SMACK!, for a full 40 swats, or something close to that. She might have lost count. Ron was howling, bouncing, and yelling throughout the spanking. His cock was swinging, banging, and rubbing into her nylons but he was no longer thinking about how his cock felt on her thighs. All that occupied his mind now were the repeated, sharp stings of her hand on his butt, one after the other, swatting away in a frenzy of burning slaps. When she was finally done they were both exhausted. She was breathing heavily, and not just because her arm was tired and her hand was sore. She realized that this was really exhilarating. It was actually kind of fun. Ron's butt really hurt now. He even felt a bit of moisture in his eyes. He was embarrassed by that. He quickly wiped them clean so that his mother wouldn't notice. She saw him though wipe his eyes, and she felt a bit guilty. His bottom was beet red and she could even see a sign of a couple of possible welts. "Well, I am sorry, dear. You said that it should be a real spanking. Here, sit up now and we'll get some lotion for that." She had always put lotion on his bottom after a spanking. It was her way of letting him know that she still loved him, was sorry for his pain, and would be the mother who soothes as well as punishes. However, when he sat back on his haunches it was clear that the spanking had not gotten rid entirely of his erection. This time though she did not look away. She was still embarrassed by the sight of it, but there was also a part of her that wanted to look at it. A stiff male erection was an exciting sight, particularly when you hadn't seen one for many years. She couldn't deny that she was feeling a little excited. All that fast, heavy spanking of a male butt, her blood flowing with the exertion and excitement of the spanking, and now this hard erection right in front of her. How could a woman deny that there wasn't something at least a bit titillating about this? No, no, she was his mother. She forced herself to look away. She got up from the couch and headed down the hall. "You come with me Ronnie and we will get some lotion on that." Ron happily followed her, his cock waving like an unsteady pole in a stiff breeze. He watched the wiggle in his mother's walk as she headed down the hall, a scent of her sweet rose perfume trailing behind. He figured they were going to the bathroom but the lotion she wanted to use was in her bedroom. She kept it by the bed as she liked to rub it into her hands, arms, and at times even her breasts, as she prepared to turn in. She thought that the lotion was helpful in keeping her breasts soft and youthful. It also didn't hurt that it was a nice excuse for playing with, even fondling, her breasts. She did, on very, very rare occasions, masturbate, and when she did she would use the lotion between her legs, down there. It would feel so good: the slipperiness, the wetness. Having the lotion by her bed was helpful in letting her just impulsively decide to use it for such purposes. If she had to get up and go to the bathroom to get the lotion she would probably talk herself out of it, feeling too guilty to do it, feeling that it was wrong, particularly if she bumped into Ronnie in the hallway. When she entered the bedroom she reached behind her for Ron to take her hand. She didn't turn around, feeling uncomfortable about seeing his stiff penis. She led him to the bed. She sat down and reached into the small cupboard built into the head board for her jar of lotion. "This will help you feel better." "Oh gee, thanks mom," Ron replied. She turned to face him, her face again just inches away from his hardness. She looked at it a bit. She had calmed down. She was no longer agitated from the furious spanking. She thought that perhaps she was even getting a bit used to seeing it. At least, it was no longer a shock, although it was still unsettling. She had him turn a bit to his right so that his bottom was in her sight. She did not though turn him so far that she could no longer see his stiffness. She squeezed some lotion onto the palm of her hand and applied it to his bottom. It was awkward though to use just one hand. He kept moving in response to the pressure. His erection waved and bounced with his movements. It was terribly distracting. Therefore, she reached around in front of him to grasp hold of his hip. His cock was now touching her arm, just slightly, actually resting on her arm, as it jutted out. She could now steady him as she applied the lotion. She worked the lotion into the skin of his tender bottom. His bottom was terribly red. "Does this help, Ronnie?" "A lot mom. That feels real good." "I remember putting lotion on your fanny when you were just a boy." "It's a little different now, though, isn't it mom." "Yes, I suppose it is." She was getting lost in her thoughts. She enjoyed the feel of his soft bottom, the smoothness and slickness so well accented by the lotion. "You had such a cute little bottom." "Mother!" Teddy protested. "Oh, I'm sorry, dear, it's sometimes just so hard to think of you as all grown up, a young man." "Well, I am, you know. I mean, I don't think I ever got a boner when you were putting on lotion back then." "No," she giggled. "I suppose that's true." She looked at his cock. "But, I wouldn't call that a boner, Ronnie." Did she think he was too small for that? He covered it with his hands. "It's the biggest it ever gets," he said shamefully. "Oh dear, no, honey, I didn't mean it like that." She turned him so that he was facing her directly. "Peanut, mommie didn't mean it like that. You take those hands away right now." He did so, a bit nervously. His cock a little deflated from her inadvertent insult. Ron's mother looked at him directly in his eyes. "Honey, you have a wonderful penis. My goodness, it's as big as a girl would ever want." She had never intended to insult her baby. The last thing a mother wanted to do was to make her son feel less of a man. "No dear, all I meant was that you should call it something more manly. 'Boner' is for a little boy's thing, not for a man's stout erection." She shifted her eyes to his cock. "Not for something like this." "You really don't think it's small?" "Trust me, honey, you can be very proud of this one." She knew she probably shouldn't do it but she reached out and lightly traced her finger up and down the underside of the shaft. She said quietly, "You know, it even reminds me a bit of your father's, and he certainly made me very happy." Ron smiled, both at the compliment and her touch. "You know, mother, it still did get a bit chafed, rubbing on your nylons while you were spanking me." She pulled away her finger. She knew what he was suggesting. She wasn't sure she should do that. That might be going too far. But, some lotion on his penis would be good for him. She should do it. And, still further, could she admit it? Did she want to do it? She had to admit it. She wanted to touch it, just a little bit. Not for long, just long enough to get the lotion on. "Alright, dear, hold still for me." Ron waited in excited anticipation. His mother was actually going to put her hand on his stiff cock. He recalled the fantasy of her washing him in the bathtub. Besides the obvious fact that this was now for real, it might be even better because it would be with slippery smooth lotion, and it would be in her bedroom. His cock was swelling up stiffer just thinking about it. He thrust out his hips, his cock now proudly displayed for her hand. Mrs. Theale noticed his increasing arousal. She had been honest when she said that his erection reminded her of his father's and that most any girl would enjoy it. She was in fact feeling a bit jealous of what the girls his own age would be experiencing. She sighed. Younger women seem to have so many opportunities, yet they probably don't really even appreciate what they have. She squeezed some lotion into the palm of her hand and carefully wrapped her fist around his shaft so that the lotion would not drip onto the floor. As soon as she touched him she heard him sigh and felt her own breathing momentarily halt. It felt so nice. She had not touched an erect cock in many years. She had forgotten how nice they felt. So stiff, so strong, so manly. She didn't really regret not dating men since Brent passed away. She had loved him so much. She could not give her heart to another man. Nor was she comfortable going out with men just to have sex. She wasn't that kind of a woman. But, the feel of a man's erection, his stiff manhood, was something that she did miss. Yes, she did enjoy sliding her hand up and down the shaft, working the slick, smooth lotion into his skin, feeling his slick, firm erection. They were both silent for awhile as Ronnie's mother slowly, affectionately, jerked him off. The only sound was slushy, squishy noises as her hand and the lotion slip up and down his shaft, sliding along his stiff pole. She asked tenderly, and very quietly, "Did the head of your penis get hurt as well, Ronnie?" He responded, equally quietly, "A little bit, mom." She brought her fist up to the end of his shaft, engulfing the plum bulb into her palm, massaging the head with her enclosed fist, using all of the parts of her hand to massage and work the head of his cock with her palm, her fingers, and in between her fingers, sliding and massaging the soft tender head of his cock with her slippery warm hand. Ron instinctively pulled his head back and closed his eyes. Too much more of this and he was going to cum, cum all over and into his mother's motherly hand. Man, it felt so good. She stopped working the head. She moved her hand down the shaft, exposing again the red swollen bulb of his cock. She stared at it for awhile, a strong, lustful yearning building in her. It was her son. And it was wrong, so very wrong, but she had to do it. "You know, when you were a little boy I would kiss your "boo boos" for you. You know, to make them feel better." Ron didn't say anything. He just looked at the pretty face of his mother. Her wholesome, sweet face, her sparkling eyes, gazing intently at his cock, lost in her reverie. She bent down. He thrust his hips toward her lips. She planted a kiss on the head of his cock. Ron felt like he was in a dream: the full, womanly, warm lips of his mother were on the head of his erect dick. He felt an impulse to push up harder, maybe to even push it in between her lips, into her mouth. But, he restrained himself. She was just kissing his "boo boo;" she wasn't giving him a blow job. He basked in the pleasure of her providing a few tender kisses all around the swollen bulb. For Mrs. Theale, however, it was becoming more than just kissing a "boo boo." That was now just the excuse. She knew she wanted to kiss it, to once again feel a stout manhood on her lips. She felt like a woman once again, and she didn't want to stop. She kissed his purple bulb all over; again and again and again. But, she did eventually have to stop. She had probably overdone it. Perhaps he had even realized what she was doing. She flushed with embarrassment. "Did that make my 'Peanut' feel better?" "Oh, yes, mother; very, very much better. You're making me feel so much better." "Well, I guess though he really isn't a peanut anymore, is he?" She smiled at the sight of the fully engorged head of his cock. "My little man has become quite the big man." She kept her hand firmly grasping his cock. She started stroking it again, this time for her own pleasure rather than to work in any lotion. His cock felt so good in her hand: so stout, so stiff, so manly. Her boy was now a man, a man that could perhaps give her pleasure as well. Her face turned beet red as she thought of what she was about to say. She really shouldn't. This was Ronnie. He was once her little boy, but her passion was now so intense that she couldn't just stop here. She looked him in the eyes, still holding onto his cock, her thumb caressing the crown as she spoke. "I think we should do one more thing that we used to do, when you were little that is." He couldn't hold out much longer, not if she kept that up. Her thumb was driving him wild. She let go of his cock. He was a bit relieved. Her touch was so good, so intense, but he just wouldn't be able to last much longer and he wanted to continue as long as she was willing. He didn't want this to end anytime soon. She kept her eyes on his, a look of longing, yearning, even lust, was evident on that wholesome, sweet face. She wanted her little man to make her happy. She wanted him to excite her as well. She reached for the buttons of her blouse. Her heart was pounding. She could not believe that she was going to do this. She kept her eyes on his. His eyes though were now fixed on her hands as she slowly undid each button, one at a time. His mouth was watering. He was finally going to see them. He had imagined what they must look like for many years and now he was finally going to see them. Mummy was going to show him her delicious, full breasts. He wiped the moist palms of his hands on his naked thighs. When she finished unbuttoning she said softly. "Now, Ronnie, you won't tell anyone I did this, will you?" "Oh no, mother, I promise." "I mean it, Peanut. Many people will not understand. You're old enough to do what you want, but they will still say bad things. We must keep this a secret, even from your bestest of friends, even from your girlfriends." "Yes, mother." His eyes were wide in anticipation. Frankly, at this point he would agree to just about anything, but he was also being honest. He knew what a treasure he was about to receive and he would be grateful, respectful, and indebted. He would not violate her trust. "Oh, I don't know." She held onto the blouse, not having the will to open it, to reveal herself to him. Her wholesome nature was making her squeamish. "I think this will actually help me, mother," Ron offered, trying to encourage her, to support her. "Excuse me?" "Once it has happened, I won't feel the urge so intensely anymore. It will be done. I will be able to go on with my life." She smiled. She felt he was sweet trying to help her like this. And, maybe he was right. But, frankly, she didn't think so. He would probably get over his desire for her eventually on his own. Someday he would fall in love with a girl his own age. Someday he would no longer find her attractive. At this moment in time, though, she now wanted him as much he wanted her. She would open her blouse not to help him, but to have him. She opened her blouse, showing to him her breasts enclosed in a tight, pink, lacy bra. It matched well the rose of her silk blouse and the pink of her wool skirt. And, her breasts filled it out well. They were two large pink, lacy mounds of delicate, delectable flesh. The sweet, innocent, pretty Donna Reed was baring her bra to the world. She didn't waste any more time. She removed her arms from the sleeves. He kept his eyes on her luscious pink mounds. He thought, 'Man, my mother is hot.' She smiled at the sight of her son, his eyes so fixed on her breasts. It was nice to have a man, once again, so lustfully entranced by her sight. Once she removed her blouse, she reached behind her. She reached for the clasp of her bra. She smiled flirtatiously at him. "Does my little Peanut want to see his mummies boobies?" He couldn't imagine Donna Reed ever saying that, but that made it all the more exciting. And, better still, this was his Donna Reed; this was his pretty, sweet mom. "Yes, mother, yes; very, very much so." "What will he do for his mummy?" "Anything she wants." The Lessons Ch. 16 "Will he be a good boy now?" "Yes, mother, please, this is torture." "Well he do the dishes?" "Yes." "Will he mow the lawn?" "Mother!" "Without complaining?" "Yes! Anything, please!" "Will he keep his room clean so that she doesn't have to pick up his things?" He actually hesitated at that one, amazingly so. He couldn't believe that he did actually hesitate. "Yes, the room, clean, everything, always." "That's a good boy." She smiled, unclasped her bra and pulled the cups from her breasts. They were gorgeous. Two beautiful white mounds, with large red nipples that were themselves fully erect, poking up so high on her firm bubbly boobs. "Mother, they're so beautiful." She blushed. They were not as good as they were when she was Ron's age. She remembered how proud of them she had been back then, and perhaps more so when she was even younger. She remembered gleefully thrusting them out on the center stage after winning the Claysville Teen Beauty Pageant. But, they were still very good. They weren't so large that they had fallen much over the years. They were still pretty firm and well shaped. They were a very delectable sight. She enjoyed so much showing them off once again, bathing in the attention, interest, and pleasure of a man admiring the beauty of her breasts. She leaned back on the bed and thrust them out. "Now, Ronnie, I don't suppose you remember what you used to do with them?" "What?" He wasn't thinking very clearly right now. All that was on his mind was the sight of his mother's boobs and the desire to grab hold of his cock. He denied himself the latter, as he knew he would explode, but he basked in the former. "You used to suck on them. I'm sure you don't remember, but I certainly do. You were so very cute. Why don't you get up here on the bed with me and taste your mother's breasts." He needed no second invitation. He scrambled onto the bed. She laughed as he almost knocked her over. He sat down next to her, facing her, and leaned down to suck one of her nipples into his mouth while he grabbed hold of the other one. This was the first nipple he ever had in his mouth. Well, the first one that was sexual. And it was the same one; his mother's nipple. He had felt Miss Harding's breasts, but he had not sucked on them. He had wanted to, particularly when she was pretending to be his mother, and now he was sucking on his actual mother's breast. He was delirious with pleasure. Mrs. Theale groaned with pleasure at the contact of his lips against her nipple. She grasped his head and pulled him tightly to her breast. Her breast rose and fell with her breathing as he sucked and licked at her nips. She felt his hand groping and mauling at her other breast. "Ronnie, Ronnie," she gasped, "Slow down, honey." He pulled his mouth away and gave her a worried look. "What, what's wrong mom?" She affectionately stroked his hair. "It's nothing, honey, you just should slow down. Women like to be caressed, to be fondled." She had never spoke like this to her husband, like she was his teacher, nor would she imagine doing so with any other man. But, this was her son and she wanted to help him, to help him become a better lover. "The more you attend to her, the more she will enjoy it and the more she will attend to you and want to do it again." "Sorry, mom." Her eyes were hazy with lust. "Make love to me dear." He resumed licking and sucking her nipple, and now fondling, feeling, caressing her other breast. She played with his hair with her fingers. "That's so nice, honey, you're so good." He could feel her breast rising and falling against his mouth. He pressed his tongue against her nipple, feeling its stiffness. He grasped it with his lips, flicked at it with his tongue, and sucked hard, as he felt the softness and firmness of her other breast with his hand. She reached for his stiff cock. She firmly grasped its stiffness and stroked it with her hand as she whispered, "Suckle on your mummy, Ronnie, suckle her breasts." Once again, he felt himself getting close. Her hand felt so nice. She seemed to know exactly what to do. Her fingers affectionately stroked and massaged the shaft, the head, and even his balls. She knew him well. He was almost ready to cum. It will be so nice, cumming in her hand, spurting his juices all over her fingers. "Dear, would you like to put it inside of me?" His eyes widened in surprise. He was not at all expecting that. He would have been happy, even ecstatic, with just her hand. "Are you sure?" he asked. "Will it be your first time?" He nodded. He didn't mind telling her that. "This will be wonderful then. Your first time will be with me. You can learn with me." He didn't say anything. He would love to do it. He would be crazy not to do it. But, there was a problem, a big problem. He didn't know what to say. She could tell that he was ambivalent. "What's wrong, honey. Don't you want to put your big bad 'boner' in mommy's little pussy?" She giggled at her sluttiness. Brent had loved it when she talked dirty. She was this wholesome, small town girl but, every once in awhile when she was in bed with him, she would blurt something out that shocked him, as well as her. "Um, yea, mom, yea, ok." She realized that there was something seriously wrong. She looked at his face and it dawned on her. "Are you afraid that you're going to ejaculate too quickly?" "What? No? Of course not." But, he could never lie to his mother. "Don't lie to mummy, Ronnie." He sighed. He was so embarrassed to admit this. "How did you know?" She let go of his penis and stroked his cheek. "Don't be silly, Peanut. Mothers know their children. They sometimes know what's bothering them even when they don't know themselves." "I want to do it so bad, really I do, but I know once I get inside, well, I won't last. I mean, I was just about ready twice before, just with your hand." It was very hard to admit this, but he had always been able to talk about things with his mother. "Peanut, it's just that you're young and you've been so aroused for so long. When was the last time that you masturbated?" Ron felt his face flush with embarrassment. He had been able to talk about many things with his mother, but that was going too far. "I can't talk to you about that." She reached for his cock, which was now shrinking. "Honey, mummy has your penis in her hand, your lips were on my nipples, and you can't talk to me about that?" That might be so, but there was a boundary with his mother that was still difficult to cross. He didn't say anything. She had a suggestion to help him save face. "Well, there is one thing that your father used to do that made your mother very happy." "What do you mean?" "If you're concerned about making your mother happy, then there are other ways you can do that." He was beginning to get an inkling as to what she meant, but he wanted to be sure before he made a fool of himself. She lied back on the bed, pulled up her skirt, exposing to him the full length of her panty hose, all the way to the top. She kept her legs closed, her knees bent. She reached underneath her and grasped the waistband, raised up her bottom, and slowly, very slowly, drew it across her bottom, pulling off her panties with it. He looked at the naked skin of her bottom, at least what he could see as she was lying on the bed. She drew her panty hose up her thighs to her knees. She paused to enjoy the fascination in his eyes. She then pulled them over her knees, down her calves, and further down to her ankles. She then rolled them off her toes. She tossed them aside. "Say pretty please, like a good little boy." He didn't hesitate. "Pretty please." "Pretty please, who?" "Pretty please, mummy." She gave him an affectionate smile. "That's a good boy," and opened her legs. Spread before him was an open, full sight of his mother's cunt. He hadn't seen many. Well, he had seen many, many pictures, but only one in real life, and that one from behind. This was the first time that he saw one, right in front of him. She was even beautiful there as well. She was covered in a delicate growth that only hinted at hiding what was underneath. Her mound was full, rising high. Her inner labia were thin, wavy pink, folds that reached out, providing a wet, stimulating, fleshy entrance. "Give you your mother a kiss, honey." "Gladly," he said, crawling in between her legs, bringing his face to her womanly cunt. His mother arched up to meet him. He brought his hands under her bottom and grasped her soft, full bum, squeezing it hard as he pressed his face deep into her wet luscious womanhood. She was already very wet. His tongue quickly found what it was searching for, and he began to lick and explore her folds with his tongue. He grasped the flaps with his lips and sucked hard, drawing in her tangy fluid. He was not nearly as skilled as Brent but he made up for it in enthusiasm. She tenderly placed her hands on his head and directed him. "Yes, baby, yes, right there, that's good" as he was doing something she particularly enjoyed, and tenderly whispering "No, no, dear," when he seemed to be a bit lost or confused. She at times told him explicitly how she wanted him to use his tongue. It seemed only natural to help her son learn how to do it better, learn how to make a woman happy, learn how to make her mother happy. She had wished that she had done that with Brent a few times, at least early in their relationship, but she had always found it hard to talk about things like that. But not with Ronnie. She spoke quite freely to him, and he caught on fast. His tongue dove deeper into her crevice, licking deep into her cunt, as well as working its way up her slit until he found the hardness of her clit. He flicked and licked it with frantic energy. She particularly liked it when he pressed his lips and tongue hard against her clit, both sucking and massaging it with his soft lips and tongue. She grabbed hold of his head and pressed his face against her cunt. It felt so good to have a man loving her again, down there, giving her the most personal of pleasures, and it even felt so right that it was Ron, her loving son. And then it happened. Her orgasm swept over her like a tidal wave breaching a dam, an overwhelming feeling of pleasure that she had not felt literally in years. It burst through her matronly, wholesome defenses and flooded her senses with animalistic passion. She pulled his face tight into her cunt, thrusting her hips out at the same time, crushing her labia into his face, grinding her cunt into his face as she exploded in ecstacy. "Ronnie, oh Ronnie, you're making mummy cum, I'm cumming so hard Ronnie, mummie's cumming so hard, so good, oh my, oh my." Ron did not struggle when she crushed his face into her cunt. She was almost smothering him but he was enjoying it. He loved it that he was making her so happy, so excited. He bathed his face in her wetness, her smell, her lust. He had never imagined that his mother could be so wanton, so animalistic, and it was he that was doing it. When she was finished he could feel her hands loosening her grip. He pulled back. "Was that good, mom?" "Honey, you were wonderful. My little man, no my big man, made me so happy. It had been so long, so many years since I felt anything like that." He grinned proudly. "Now come up here and give mommy a big kiss." He self-consciously wiped his lips on his hands as he made his way up her body. He paused to admire her breasts but she pulled his face down to hers to give him a passionate, deep kiss. He fell down against her, feeling her full soft breasts against his chest. She reached down between his legs and grabbed hold of his cock. He was still fully erect. She thought, 'He really enjoyed doing that.' She pulled him in between her legs and placed the head of his cock at the entrance to her cunt. She broke their kiss and she whispered into his ear. "Do it honey, give mummy your big hard thing." He thrust with his hips and felt his hard cock easily slide up her cunt. She felt so wonderful, so hot, so wet, so soft. She grasped hold of his cock with her cunt and thrust her hips against him. "Do it, honey, plunge it in and out real fast. Make your mummy happy by giving her your cum. Please, honey, shoot it inside me, make me all wet inside." He worked his hips hard and fast, thrusting rapidly in and out. He wanted to cum so bad. He could feel it so bad. His cock was so hard and his balls were so worked up. She kept urging him to cum, whispering in his hear to soak her with his juices, to shoot his hot load, to spurt his hot, wet cum deep inside her. He felt faint as he exploded in his orgasm. Blasts of cum repeatedly gushed out of his dick. She stroked his head in a soothing, nurturant, motherly voice at the beginning of his orgasm. "Good boy, that's so much cum, mummy's so proud, her little man is making mummy so very happy." But she switched to giggling teasing as he kept spurting wads and wads of cum. "My goodness, Ronnie, you're filling me up. What a naughty boy. Stop that right now, it's going to spill all out. You stop that, you're making a terrible mess." When he was done he sank into her breasts. He cupped one fondly in his hand. His head felt so nice resting on her full soft breast, rising and falling with her breathing. "You did very good, Ronnie, but." She didn't finish her sentence. "But what?" he asked nervously, looking up at her. "I'm not so sure my Peanut is ready to leave mummy's nest. Don't you think maybe you should have a few more lessons? Mummy can show you lots of other things to do." He smiled. "Like what?" "Well, there's lots of different positions, you know. You can take mummy from behind. I also liked it when your father did it, well, in between my breasts." She felt a bit self-conscious admitting that. She liked to see his big penis shoot his hot cum on her breasts. But she quickly returned to her playfulness. She said more quietly. "Maybe you should even spank me someday." That was a fantasy that Ron had never even thought of, and she was actually suggesting it? "You would let me spank you?" "Well, I have been a naughty mummy." To be continued . . . - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I certainly hope you liked it. Again, I am happy to get suggestions for new ideas and for ways that my work can be improved. And, I want to thank so very much the persons who have taken the time to cast a vote. It's really very thoughtful, helpful, and encouraging. The Lessons Ch. 17 This is chapter 17 of a series. If you like this story, I encourage you to read earlier chapters as they can help understand characters and context. I would also be happy to hear your suggestions for how to improve it or additional stories you would like to be developed. - - - - - - - - - - - - Mr. Peters' form of discipline (see Chapter 1) appeared to be working well at the college. Miss Harding had become one of his strongest advocates (see Chapter 14), encouraging faculty members to consult with him or even to attempt to implement his methods themselves. Dean Jackson also appeared to be standing firmly behind him. Mr. Peters had in fact received a formal invitation to one of Dean Jackson's soirees for community leaders, key administrators, well-regarded faculty, and "prominent" alumni (i.e., alumni with deep pockets). It was a significant honor to be one of the few faculty members to be invited; a clear sign that the Dean was sincere in his statements of support. Mr. Peters was delighted to attend. Not all of the faculty, however, were so sanguine about Mr. Peters' methods. Drew Harrington in particular was quite skeptical and even concerned. He considered Mr. Peters' methods, what little he knew of them, to have the potential of resulting in a violation of appropriate boundaries between faculty and students. He certainly would not approve of students being required to submit to punishments that involved any aspects of dishabille, or perhaps even worse. He cornered Mr. Peters in the hallway to express his "concernment." "Mr. Peters, I recognize, and I sincerely appreciate, that your methods have apparently resulted in some degree of improved demeanor and perhaps even test scores for some of the students with whom you have had the pleasure of, shall I say, 'instructing.' But, sir, with all due respect, I must inquire as to whether your approach has ever resulted in any acts or incidents that might bring some untoward embarrassment to our esteemed college." "I don't know what you mean, Mr. Harrington," Mr. Peters replied. "Well, if I can speak a bit more bluntly. We are, of course, gentlemen." "Certainly, please do, Mr. Harrington." "Well, if I might say, and I do not, of course, wish to imply any aspersions on your character, but have your methods resulted in any inappropriate venereal contact between yourself and one of our students?" Mr. Peters could feel his blood beginning to rise. His methods had resulted in a bit of sexual activity (see Chapters 3 & 7) but he did not consider it to be particularly inappropriate. The students were all above the age of 18. In addition, he certainly did not feel that he had to explain himself to Mr. Harrington, whom he found to be a bit narcissistic, if not a pompous bore. Frankly, there were rumors concerning Mr. Harrington as well. He knew though that these were simply rumors. They were more like fantasies than rumors. Mr. Harrington was probably one of the more strikingly handsome faculty. His good looks though were not matched by any playful tendencies. On the contrary, he was well known for being rather conservative, even prudish. The student fantasies were probably driven in part by the fact that he was such a bluenose. He was the Chair of the Student Disciplinary Board and was quick to severely discipline students when informed of inappropriate sexual conduct on campus grounds. This was a privately funded college that had the highest of standards and expectations with respect to appropriate decorum and demeanor. Mr. Peters was hired to further maintain and protect their considered reputation. Mr. Peters wondered if Mr. Harrington's confrontation was driven in part by jealousy. Mr. Harrington had been the man to whom faculty went for advice regarding student discipline prior to the arrival of Mr. Peters. Mr. Peters' success might imply a loss of credibility, authority, and, ultimately, power for Mr. Harrington. In any case, Jack Peters suppressed his feelings of annoyance. There was no point in getting into a defensive argument with Mr. Harrington regarding his methods, nor was he about to provide him any details of his activities. He placed his hand on Mr. Harrington's arm. "Do not be concerned, old chap," mocking Mr. Harrington somewhat. "Nothing untoward has occurred. Everything is strictly by the book. I understand though that rumors can develop. I believe you are the subject of a few of them yourself?" Mr. Harrington coughed. He would have to admit that Mr. Peters was right about that. "But they are simply that. Rumors, works of fiction, flights of fantasy, that slowly become exaggerated over time as they pass from one set of lips to another." Mr. Harrington was relieved, although not entirely reassured. He was nevertheless becoming somewhat uncomfortable with this conversation, not wanting to get into any of the rumors involving himself. "Alright then, sir, that's good to hear. Well, then, keep up the good work. Perhaps we can share notes some day regarding our methods." 'Not likely,' thought Mr. Peters. Mr Harrington continued. "Well, hm, yes, I understand that you will be attending the soiree of Dean Jackson. I put the good word in for you and I am happy to see that you have now been invited. Perhaps we can speak further then." He reached out to shake Mr. Peters' hand. Mr. Peters was disappointed to hear that Mr. Harrington would be there as well, but he had to admit that he was more established and better known. However, that did not excuse his attempt to claim credit for Mr. Peters' invitation. He shook his hand. "Excellent, yes, I look forward to it." Mr. Peters returned to his office. He had scheduled a disciplinary meeting later that day with three of the college's cheerleaders. He usually scheduled these sessions for the evening so that they would not be disturbted. Miss Bixley, the Romance Languages professor, had informed Mr. Peters of the need for some disciplinary action. He caught up on his paperwork as he waited for them to arrive. They appeared at his office at precisely 6:00PM. Miss Bixley did not tell Mr. Peters the entire story. Understandably, she left out the assistance she gave Teddy after his victimization (see Chapter 12). However, she did inform Mr. Peters of what she had seen, including the cheerleaders forcing Teddy to masturbate in front of them with a pom-pom lodged in his rectum. Not surprisingly, Mr. Peters was shocked that such a thing had happened at Templeton. Normally, this behavior would be referred to the Student Disciplinary Board. However, after consulting with Miss Harding, Miss Bixley decided to turn the matter over to Mr. Peters. Miss Bixley wanted the cheerleaders to learn a true lesson. The person who would deliver that would be Mr. Peters, and he made it clear to Miss Bixley that this will be the last time these girls would commit any such acts. After hearing the story from Miss Bixley, Mr. Peters met with Teddy and then scheduled appointments with the cheerleaders. He met first with Polly (the head cheerleader), Pam, and Lisa. The three girls arrived together. They were not looking forward to this. Lisa was particularly fearful. She had never gotten into any trouble before. In fact, she was a good girl in every meaning of the word. She didn't drink, she got good grades, she always obeyed her teachers and parents, she was consistently respectful and dutiful. She didn't even mess around like many of the other girls. Rumor had it that Pam was a bit loose with the boys, a reputation that is generally not surprising for a cheerleader. Lisa, however, would do no such thing. Pam, Polly, Jackie, Julie, and many of the other girls on the squad repeatedly attempted to get Lisa to go out with them to flirt with boys. Lisa faithfully rejected their efforts. She wouldn't even stay out late. Their worst fears seemed to be realized as soon as they entered his office. Standing by Mr. Peters' desk was a pillory! Pam had heard rumors of Mr. Peters' unique, and at times severe, approaches to discipline. She was apprehensive about this meeting, but she never imagined that he would use a pillory. Polly was also shocked. Lisa noticed the odd contraption but she didn't really know what it might be used for. Mr. Peters got out from behind his desk. He moved around to the front to stand by the pillory. He enjoyed the fact that Pam and Polly were repeatedly glancing at the whipping stand in notable apprehension. They were a fetching trio. They were wearing their cheerleading outfits. The pleated skirts were white with red stripes. The name of the college, Templeton, stretched in bold red letters across their young breasts, so nicely wrapped by soft white sweaters. The college name curved out particularly far for the sweater of Pam. It's not that Polly's breasts were small. Their delectable roundness was apparent, but Pam's were outstandingly large. Pam was also very pretty. She had long brown hair that swept half way down her back. She was born in Alabama but with parents of French and Puerto Rican descent that give her face an alluring, exotic appeal. She had pretty brown eyes with long lashes. She was not happy about her nose though. Some might say it was a bit large or sharp, but Mr. Peters felt that it made her more uniquely pretty. She reminded him of Kaylynn, a porn star that had always been one of his favorites during his years at Abberville. Pam was herself very open and playful about sex, matching well the personality of Kaylynn. From what he could see, though, Pamela probably had much larger breasts than Kaylynn. Polly, the head cheerleader, was a more traditional beauty. Blonde, leggy, pretty figure, and firm round breasts. Her appearance would suggest a strong sexuality but she was more reserved about such things than Pam. Lisa was a stark contrast to both of them. She was entirely inexperienced, even naive, and she hardly seemed to have any breasts at all. She was a tiny little thing, although still very cute and appealing with her freckles and her red hair in a long pony tail falling down her back. Mr. Peters leaned back against his desk and looked sternly at the three girls lined up in front of him. "Alright young ladies, I'm glad all three of you arrived on time. That demonstrates at least some sense of responsibility." "Yes sir!" Lisa quickly exclaimed. She was relieved that he apparently could tell that she was trying to be a good girl. Pam glanced at Lisa, a bit annoyed with her readiness to be so obsequious. "But, of course, simply coming to my office on time doesn't relieve you of the guilt for what you have done." "No sir," Lisa quietly admitted, looking down at the floor in shame. "But Mr. Peters," Polly asserted. "You really should hear the whole story. We were the victims as well. Teddy." Mr. Peters waved his hand to shut her off. "I am not interested in any potential misbehavior of Teddy. I can assume that his actions were punishable as well, but no matter what he did it will not justify what was done to him, at least not by you." "But sir," Polly attempted to explain. "I mean it, Polly," Mr. Peters interjected. "No matter what he did, you do not have the right to determine his guilt and inflict his punishment. Suppose, for example, that Teddy now considered himself to have been victimized by the three of you, and I imagine he does. Would it be right for him to enlist a group of his friends to inflict some sort of punishment on you?" Polly had no credible response to that. Teddy should be punished for what he had done, but she could hardly argue that they should be judge and jury. "What should you have done when you recognized that Teddy was engaging in a delinquent act?" Mr. Peters asked. "We should have reported him to you, sir," Lisa responded, pleased that she was the first to provide the correct answer. "Yes, very good, Lisa," Mr. Peters said. He even gave her a little smile. That made Lisa feel much better. "But, you didn't do that, did you?" he admonished. "No sir, we didn't," Lisa responded demurely, again bringing her eyes down to the floor. "We certainly should have, sir," Polly said, hoping that perhaps all that would happen would be a stern lecture, although her eyes continued to shift apprehensively to the pillory. "Yes, well, it's a little late for 'should have.'" Mr. Peters folded his arms and looked at the girls for awhile, contemplating what to do. They shuffled their feat in nervous anticipation. "What sort of punishment do you girls think you deserve?" he asked rhetorically, knowing full well that he would decide for himself. "I do believe detention would be justified, sir," Pam tentatively offered. Lisa looked up with an excited hopefulness. That wouldn't be bad at all, she thought. She could even use the time to do her homework and her parents need never find out. Polly swallowed as she looked at the pillory. Mr. Peters noticed the direction of her gaze. "Do you think the pillory would be in order, Polly?" Polly's expression went from apprehension to fear. "My goodness, no sir, that won't be necessary, really!" Lisa looked perplexed and fearful. She could tell from Polly's reaction that a pillory would be something quite terrible but she had no idea what it was. She tentatively asked, "What's a pillory, Mr. Peters?" Mr. Peters smiled at her naivete. "The device to my left, dear. That is a pillory." Lisa looked past him to her right and gulped. Now that she looked at it closely, she could see what it might in fact, possibly, be used for. "Perhaps you would like to demonstrate for Lisa how a pillory works, Polly?" he asked, knowing full well her likely response. "Uh, no sir, I honestly don't think that will be necessary," Polly replied. "Well, perhaps not. We will have to see. For the moment, then, why don't you girls lift up the front of your skirts." "What?!" Polly exclaimed, assuming that she must not have heard Mr. Peters correctly. Lisa's heart began to pound rapidly. "Oh, I think you heard me, Miss Peterson." "Sir," Polly stated, respectfully but assertively, "Isn't that, like, uh, inappropriate?" "Young lady, your false modesty is not compelling. These are cheerleading uniforms. I assume you are all wearing regulation panties, which you display for all the young men, even your parents, at every sporting event. Don't pretend now that it is somehow indecent to show them to me." It was a fair argument, but there did seem to be something different about skirts flying up by accident during a cheerleading routine versus purposely lifting them up so a male professor could see what they hid underneath. The purpose of the routine was to display their school spirit, not to display their panties. Lifting them up in front of Mr. Peters would seem to imply quite a different meaning, and that was precisely Mr. Peters' intention. They furtively looked at each other and Mr. Peters, trying to delay this embarrassment as long as possible. Mr. Peters made it harder for them to refuse. "In addition, I have heard that sometimes you girls do not even wear regulation panties" (see Chapter 12). "I understand from Theodore that you may not in fact have even been wearing panties during the incident in question. Now, let's raise those skirts." Polly scowled at Mr. Peters as she lifted up the front of her skirt to reveal her tight red undershorts. Mr. Peters smiled at the sight. They were not particularly sexy underwear. They were more like red short shorts than actual panties. Nevertheless, the sight of her raising her skirt to show him her panties was endearing, particularly since she found it to be so "inappropriate." Mr. Peters turned his attention to Pamela's undergarment. Hers were the same but somehow more sexual. They appeared to be somewhat small for her, at least they provided a much tighter fit. Mr. Peters could clearly see her feminine mound and even a bit of camel toe. He impulsively licked his upper lip. Pam shifted her hips as he gazed at the evident slit across the pouch of cloth. He moved his eyes up, past the round firm globes of her breasts, and saw that she in fact had a bit of a pleased expression. She was not at all embarrassed about this. She was perhaps even enjoying it. Mr. Peters caught her eye and gave her an inquisitive expression. Pam responded with a flirtatious flutter of her eye lashes. Mr. Peters then turned his attention to Lisa. She hadn't done anything yet. Her hands were clasped in front of her and she was nervously shuffling her feet. She was looking alternately at Pam, Polly and Mr. Peters. She couldn't believe that they were standing there in front of Mr. Peters with their skirts raised, openly showing a full grown man their panties. She could never even imagine doing something like that. It just seemed so wrong, so naughty, so bad. "Lisa, I am waiting." Mr. Peters considered alluding to the pillory but he restrained himself. It was his impression that a threat of a pillory would be too aversive and painful for Lisa. Nevertheless, he could not accept blatant disobedience. Lisa felt so very nervous. She was already in trouble and she had never disobeyed an elder before. She couldn't disobey Mr. Peters, but this was just such a bad thing to do. "Honey, would you prefer that I hand this matter over to your parents? Would you want them to know that you were making a young man masturbate in front of you?" Lisa's eyes widened in fright. That would be awful for sure, she thought. There was no way she wanted her parents to know that she was involved in anything like that. She sighed, closed her eyes, leaned over to grasp the hem, and then slowly lifted up her skirt. She stopped when the hem reached her panties. "All the way, dear," Mr. Peters said in an assertive but calm, reassuring voice. Lisa whined quietly but pulled her skirt up well past her waistline. Lisa's panties were perhaps the least sexy of the three. Hers appeared to be somewhat too large, perhaps because she was so diminutive in size. However, her little white thighs were very sweet to look at and, most adorable of all was the fact that her name was stitched across the waistband. "Lisa," Mr. Peters asked, "did you do that stitching yourself?" "No sir," she replied, her eyes still closed, her face a beet red. "My mother did it." Pam couldn't resist smiling. All the cheerleaders had noticed that Lisa's uniform was entirely monogrammed. It did seem a bit silly. "That's really very nice, Lisa, but are you really afraid that someone else will wear them? I mean, don't you trust the other cheerleaders?" Lisa shuffled her feet, finding this discussion of her panties with Mr. Peters to be very uncomfortable, particularly as he was looking right at her most intimate, private part. "No sir, yes sir, I mean. Yes, of course, I trust them. My mother's just always done that with all my uniforms, camp stuff, you know." Mr. Peters wondered if her brassiere was also monogrammed, but decided it was best not to ask. However, he did decide to tease her a bit. Referring to the rumor that the cheerleaders would at times remove their panties during practice: "Well, I suppose it is a good idea. I mean when you girls take them off for whatever little games you play with each other, perhaps you might misplace them. With your name on them, some nice boy who found them could eventually return them to you." Pam giggled at that and Lisa blushed even harder. Mr. Peters looked back at Pam and shook his head to let her know that she should not openly laugh at Lisa's discomfort. Pam suppressed any further laughter but only half hid her smile. "Well, in any case, I do see that all of you are wearing your regulation undies. Alright then, let us assume the position for your disciplinary punishment. Each of you bend over, lift up skirts from behind, drape them across your back so that your panties are fully exposed, and then place your hands on your knees." The Lessons Ch. 17 Each of them obeyed without protest. Pam and Polly had heard that Mr. Peters used traditional spanking as a form of punishment, so this was not especially surprising. Polly was not at all happy about it but for some reason it did not seem as bad as lifting up the front of her skirt, and at least it was not the pillory. Pam, on the other hand, was even a bit happy to do it. She gave Mr. Peters a little grin as she bent over. Lisa, on the other hand, whined like a kitten as she pulled up her skirt from behind to show Mr. Peters her little bottom. She could recall only one time in her life that she had ever been spanked, and even then it was her mother who did the honor. Her father felt that it would not be right for him to see, let alone make physical contact with, her "pooty cheeks," as he used to call them when she was much younger. But, she could see that Pam and Polly hardly hesitated. If they were going to let Mr. Peters spank them on their bottoms then she could hardly protest herself. Mr. Peters walked around Polly to get a good view of their behinds. It was an enticing sight. Three attractive young ladies, bent over in front of him with their skirts resting up on their backs and their pantied bottoms all displayed for his eyes. He contemplated which one he liked the most. Pam's in the center was clearly the sauciest. She did not seem to be at all embarrassed by the posture. In fact, she had even arched her back a bit to give her fanny more prominence. The pouch of her cunnie was now even more evident. Mr. Peters felt his penis beginning to swell. This would be the bottom for sex. Lisa's on the right, however, had its own appeal. Her derriere was so tiny and sweet. Her oversized panties were now fitting more snugly across her cheeks with the bent posture. He still could not see much of the shape of her cunnie but that seemed to make the fantasy all the more appealing. It would certainly be tremendous fun to pull down those panties, perhaps the first time a man had done it, to see the delicate, innocent cheeks, the tender butt crack, and the even more diminutive slit of the little lady's cunnie. Imagine getting her all sexually excited. Yes, this would in fact be the bottom for sex. But, Polly's ass on the left was also appealing. Polly was the most defiant of the three. It was evident that she felt the most insulted and demeaned by having to bend over in front of him. Polly was the head cheerleader. She expected to be in charge, not to have to submit, and certainly not to have to submit in a manner such as this. Yes, this would be the bottom for spanking, as well as for sex. Mr. Peters walked up to the saucy bottom of Pam. He knelt down behind her and said, "Alright then, let's get these down." The eyes of all three girls widened in shock as he grabbed hold of the waistband of Pam's red undies and in one smooth motion pulled them down to her knees. Pam stumbled a bit, momentarily removing her hands from her knees, but she kept her balance and resumed the position once the panties were down. She had not been expecting that. Her face flushed, although it wasn't clear to even her whether it was due to embarrassment or excitement. She turned her head to Polly and opened her mouth to convey her astonished surprise. Mr. Peters was kneeling right behind her, his face just inches from her exposed bottom. He could now see virtually everything! And it was an enchanting sight to behold. This was what made his job so wonderful. All of these young ladies had such pretty, attractive bottoms. Their cheeks were so firm, the skin was so lily white and pure, and their curves were so smooth. He wanted to bury his face in her cheeks. But, for the moment, he just enjoyed the picture she provided. He could even see well down the crack of her bottom, her pink rosebud winking nervously at him as she wondered what he was up to back there. And, of course, his eyes traveled quickly to her exposed cunt. Two half diminutive hillocks of soft white, feminine flesh separated by a pink furrow of hidden delight. His cock was now expanding rapidly and he had to adjust its position in his pants to give it more room. He kept his hand on his dick a bit longer than necessary, feeling his erection grow and grow. Mr. Peters reluctantly ended his inspection and turned his attention to Polly. He grinned as he approached her upraised ass. He curled his fingers into the waistband of her panties. "Mr. Peters," Polly protested, "Is this really necessary?" She attempted a threat. "Sir, you better not do that. I will tell my parents if you pull down my panties. You must know who they are. They have close friends, you know, on the Board of Trustees." "No, please, don't get our parents involved!" Lisa exclaimed with even more fervor than Polly threatened. Mr. Peters let go of Polly's waistband and rested his hand on her butt, enjoying her roundness, her softness. He patted her a few times to emphasize her submissive position. "Go right ahead, Polly," Mr. Peters said, calling what he believed was a bluff. "I have the full support and authority of the Board. They are well aware of my approach to disciplining students and my contract is quite explicit and specific in this regard. In fact, it might be good to have your parents more aware of what you did to Teddy." He had her there. Polly didn't want her parents to know about the incident with Teddy any more than Lisa. "Alright, let's just get this over with," she glumly acquiesced. "Wise decision, Polly," Mr. Peters replied, and then, once again, curled his fingers around her waistband and pulled down her panties, carefully wrapping them around her knees. He then crouched behind her to provide a close, careful inspection. Polly's cunt was a bit hairier than Pam's and more fleshy. Her inner labia provided a pair of lips running down the center, the outer flaps larger than the inner. He fondled himself through his pants as he gazed at her intimate beauty. He lightly blew at her cunt, watching the delicate hairs bend with his breath. Polly twitched with surprise and annoyance. Mr. Peters got up and moved past Pam to Lisa's little derriere. Before he could reach for her panties Lisa made a plea. "Please, Mr. Peters, can I pull them down myself? I've never had a man touch me there before." "Why certainly, Lisa, if that would be easier for you." There was no reason to object to that. He crouched down behind her and watched her nervous hands reached behind her to take hold of her panties. "Do you have to watch me, sir?" Mr. Peters replied, "Yes, I'm afraid so, Lisa," although he wouldn't explain why. Lisa hesitated. In one respect it was much harder to pull them down than to have Mr. Peters do it for her. She now had to willfully, with her own free will, pull down her panties as Mr. Peters looked just inches away, as if she was doing it because she wanted to show him her cunnie. She slowly pulled them down. The awkward effort was bewitching. It was like she was doing a very slow, obscene striptease for him, and the wait was well worth it. Her little fanny was so very cute, even cuddly. He couldn't help but think of his youngest daughter, Tricia. His daughters were visiting him and he was having difficulty not thinking about them sexually (see Chapter 15). The sight of the petite fanny of Lisa was precisely as he imagined Tricia's. Well, that was a guilty thought. But, still, it was so adorable. He figured he could cover her entire sweet cakes with just one of his hands. He wanted to kiss and lick her bottom all over. And, her cunnie was even better. Just a little, small buttercup with the teeniest of a slit at the very bottom. Hardly any hair at all, more like the peach fuzz on the cheeks of a young man vainly hoping that it was finally time to shave. Mr. Peters recognized that this little cunnie would have some difficulty taking his thick cock, but he knew that he wouldn't mind trying. He wished that she would want to try, but he knew that this was, at best, a remote fantasy. Oh well, he could at least imagine the possibilities as he squeezed his cock through his pants. Mr. Peters returned to the exposed fanny of Polly. "Alright girls, I want to know the names of the other girls who were involved. It will go much easier on you if tell me." "Golly, Mr. Peters," protested Lisa, "Don't ask us to do that, they're on the squad and everything." Polly was more assertive. "I am not going to snitch on my friends." Mr. Peters didn't really need to know their names. He had gotten all of the names from Teddy. However, he wanted to confirm the identities with one of these three girls, as well as determine whether they would in fact be cooperative and penitent. "Well, good enough ladies. You have made your choice." Smack! "Yeouch!" Polly exclaimed, in shock and pain. Mr. Peters briefly let the shock sink in and then followed with four rapid follow-ups. Polly jumped and squealed with each strike, the slapping sound of hand hitting soft bare fanny filling the air. Lisa cringed. Pam jumped at the sound of the first hit on Polly but relaxed, even smiled, with the next four. "Mr. Peters, please," pleaded Polly. "That hurts!" She bent, bowed, and twisted her butt, trying to relieve herself of the stinging sensations but, in the process, providing Mr. Peters with nice peeks of her cunt and rosebud. Mr. Peters knew it stung as her white cheeks were turning a rosy red, and he found himself massaging the sting from his own palm. "I think that's the purpose, isn't it Polly?" He turned to Pam. As he approached Pam she bent her head down farther, gripping her hands behind her knees, and lifting up her ass high, providing Mr. Peters an easier and even more delectably round target. With this pose her butt cheeks spread open. Mr. Peters admired the sight of her brown hole and furry cunt. If one ever had any doubts about Pam's interest in this punishment, they were now dispelled. She even waved her ass back and forth, inviting him to use her as he saw fit. Mr. Peters smiled broadly, held his cock firmly through his pants with his left hand, and gave Pamela five hard, quick smacks on her ass. "Yeeoow!" she screamed with the first one, followed by grimacing and squirming with the next four. "Oh my gosh!" she exclaimed. The stinging pain did hurt but she found it to be a very sexy and enticing pain. She never let go of her hands, and when he finished she remained in the provocative pose; her tight, hot, red butt wagging at Mr. Peters. She was enjoying the sensations. It was like a sexual version of eating hot spicy foods. The initial shock of stinging heat was painful, but the burning that remained after you swallowed the food was actually rather nice. It was food with real stimulation. Pam liked spicy foods and she relished in the sensation of her stinging bottom. She even clenched and relaxed her butt muscles, playing with the stinging. Mr. Peters thought that her rosebud was actually winking at him. Mr. Peters turned to Lisa. He hesitated before giving her any smacks. He could tell she was very nervous. He felt sorry for her. He gently laid his hand on her little bare bottom. She flinched. Her derriere felt so nice, so tender, so petite. He leaned down and whispered quietly enough that the other two girls would not hear. "Don't worry, Lisa," he said, at the same time caressing her teeny fanny with his hand, "I won't hurt you." She looked up at him and gave him a grateful but still nervous smile. Mr. Peters further whispered, "But, make it sound good for the other two." He then winked at her, still fondling her bottom. She nodded her head. Mr. Peters stood back up and gave her five light smacks. They were almost as weak as pats but he had to make them hard enough to be at least remotely believable. Lisa did her part. She jumped and squealed as if they really hurt bad, her ponytail swinging violently, her bottom prancing shamelessly. "Oh! Oww! Mr. Peters, please, it's too hard! Stop that! You're so mean." Mr. Peters smiled at her acting. It wasn't the best theatre he had seen, but it was good enough. "Wow, you are a delicate little creature, aren't you." He gave her a few more gentle, affectionate pats. He was going to return to Polly but he just couldn't yet leave this bottom behind. He openly caressed her smooth, pert cheeks. Lisa gave a little yelp. "It will help relieve the sting if you rub it, Lisa; kind of like this." He even took the opportunity to draw his fingers down her delectable crack. Lisa wiggled in nervous apprehension. He stopped. He moved back to Polly. Her butt was still red. "Are you ready to provide the names of the other girls?" "No sir," she responded defiantly. "Fair enough." Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! And three more, making ten hard smacks on her ass, Polly squealing and squirming throughout. Mr. Peters had to wave his hand around afterward to get the sting out. "Sir, please, alright, that's enough. That hurts so bad." She turned to look at him, her expression having changed from an annoyed defiance to a deferential pleading. "Must you do this, please sir?" "As long as you continue to be defiant, I will have to punish you." Polly gave him her best look of contrition, which wasn't easy for her. But, then, she noticed the clear bulge in his slacks. "Mr. Peters!" she exclaimed. "Are you sure this is just for punishment," a tone of accusation in her voice. Mr. Peters did nothing to hide his erection. "Yes, Polly, I am a man, and the sight of your three young derrieres has had an obvious effect." He placed his right hand, still smarting a bit from the smacking he gave to Polly, on the bottom of Pam, enjoying the feel of the soft curve of her tender rear, still pointed almost straight up for him. "This is one of the costs of my method of discipline." He traced down the crack of her butt with the tip of his fingers. Unlike Lisa, she did not flinch. When he reached her anus, he paused to briefly tickle the small furrows and folds. Pam clenched and relaxed her sphincter, giving his fingers a little kiss of her own. He moved farther down until his fingers met the rise of her soft mound. "Was it not the case that there was a good reason for Teddy watching you girls?" Polly responded, "I don't know what you mean sir," her face still grimacing from the spanking. "Well, it is my understanding that you girls might have been showing off to the impressionable Mr. Newman." Mr. Peters slid his fingers up and down Pam's slit. She felt wonderful, very soft and warm. Pam closed her eyes, enjoying the fact that a professor was actually playing with her thing. Of all of the cheerleaders, she was perhaps the most experienced sexually. She had in fact introduced quite a number of boys to the pleasure of oral sex. She enjoyed that more than anything else, although she found that few of them were interested in returning the favor. All of them liked to play with her cunnie, yet most were frankly not that good at it. It was nice to feel the fingers of a man, a strong and handsome man, caressing her there. She pressed her cunt back into his fingers to encourage him to do more. Mr. Peters could feel her arousal. She was already a bit wet and he had no trouble slipping his fingers down into her slit. He got his fingers even wetter by dipping them into her hole and then moving on to her clit, slowly rubbing and circling the stiffening button. Polly could not see what Mr. Peters was doing to Pam. Once she had seen his erection she had turned her head in another direction, not wanting to be further offended by the sight of his cock pressing against his slacks. "We were not doing anything wrong, Mr. Peters." Mr. Peters withdrew his fingers from Pam's cunt. She whimpered in disappointment. He moved to Lisa. He placed his hand again on her elfish bottom and renewed his tender caressing. "Is that really true, Lisa?" "No sir, no, it's not" Lisa quietly admitted. Lisa could not lie to a professor. She found the movements of his hand though to be disconcerting. It seemed so very inappropriate. It was as if her father was caressing her there, and that was something he would never do. He had even stopped looking at her there when she started to become a woman. He refused to spank her, making her mother take on that responsibility. There was something quite wrong about this, but Mr. Peters' big strong hand was also very comforting and pleasing. She liked how it seemed to cover her entire fanny, so big and manly. "Were all of you girls wearing your panties?" Mr. Peters asked, the tips of his fingers now tickling and caressing the soft curves of Lisa's behind. "No sir, we weren't," Lisa softly confessed. "Who wasn't wearing her panties?" Lisa wasn't going to tell on Julie, but she also wasn't going to lie. "I wasn't, Mr Peters." She turned her head to look at him plaintively, her ponytail hanging down. "I am awfully sorry though." "So, the reason that Teddy got all excited was that you girls were showing him your little thingies." To accentuate the point, he moved his fingers across her bottom down to her soft, little cunnie. Lisa's eyes widened when she felt him touch her where no man or boy had ever touched her before, but like a good girl she kept her bottom still and her hands firmly on her knees. "I guess so, Mr. Peters," she admitted. "Yes, I think so," he replied. He lightly, carefully caressed her vagina with his finger. "You girls thought you would have a little fun and show him that you had your panties off." Polly and Lisa both spoke up in disagreement. Lisa said first, "Oh no, I didn't even know he was there." Polly said, "It was not like that, Mr. Peters. Teddy was hiding. We didn't see him. He was hiding behind the bleachers." "Yes, be that as it may, it hardly makes any difference. The gym was a public place. You girls knew that there was a good chance that a boy would come around, and you could hardly expect one not to stop and look." Lisa's little buttercup felt so good to Mr. Peters. He wished that he could find an excuse to stoop down behind her to get a closer look and a better feel. Lisa looked apprehensively at him, biting her lip, trying to keep her composure as Mr Peters felt her most intimate place. Her breathing was becoming more rapid. "Lisa, do you really think it is fair that you exposed yourself to this young man?" "No, I guess not, sir." "Should it surprise you that he got aroused at the sight of your personal parts?" She could feel a warmth spreading through her. She wasn't sure if it was due to Mr. Peters' fingers, to their conversation, or to her increasing sense of guilt and responsibility. Polly interjected, "He didn't have to look." "No, he did not." He could feel Lisa's wetness. "But I suspect that it would be the abnormal boy who would not look when a girl willfully and openly displays herself to him." He pushed a finger into her tightness. He couldn't get very far but the wet warmth felt very nice. Lisa squirmed. She found her arousal to be pleasing, but also confusing. "I don't think you girls can assume that you can expose yourselves in public places and not have anyone look or see anything." Polly was quiet in response to that. Even she had to admit that he was right about that. Pam was quiet throughout, largely because she didn't really care one way or the other. What bothered her was that Mr. Peters was no longer playing with her cunnie. Lisa responded throughly her increasingly heavy breathing, "I see what you mean, Mr. Peters." "That's a good girl, Lisa. I'm glad you understand. And what then did you girls do after you caught him doing what only made sense for any boy at that time." Pam spoke up, wanting Mr. Peters to notice her again. "We made him take his cock, I mean, his penis, out." "Yes, you did" Mr. Peters replied. He withdrew his finger from Lisa's hole and used it instead to press and massage her stiff, slippery button. Mr. Peters turned his eyes to Lisa and said, "You showed him your naked cunnie and then forced him to show you his erection. Isn't that right?" The Lessons Ch. 17 Lisa closed her eyes. When he put it that way, it did sound pretty bad. She was feeling so confused, cognitively and emotionally. She couldn't deny that she was enjoying the feel of Mr. Peters' fingers. Mr. Peters continued, "And, then you even made him masturbate in front of you." At least, finally, something that was definitely not her fault. "That wasn't my idea, Mr. Peters," Lisa protested. She was right. Making Teddy masturbate was not her idea. Frankly, she would have voted against it if she had been asked. "Shut up, Lisa," Polly ordered. It had been her idea. "Maybe it wasn't your idea, Lisa, but did you do anything to stop it? Did you object? Did you at least look away?" Lisa looked down at the floor, feeling very shameful but also excited. She bent down in guilt and reflexively raised up her bottom in arousal. She could feel her thighs getting warm, her cunnie leaking wetness. The feeling was so very strange but also so nice. It was true that she did not look away when Teddy was forced to expose himself, and she had to admit that the sight of his boner had been kind of exciting. She spread her legs to give Mr. Peters more room. She would accept whatever he felt he had to do. "Did you like seeing Teddy's erection, Lisa?" She couldn't look him in the eye when answering that question. She said, ever so quietly, "Yes sir, I did." Pam rolled her eyes. Polly shook her head in disgust. Mr. Peters circled his finger around and around her little pink berry. She closed her eyes, clenched her bottom, and softly whined. "Mr. Peters," she whispered, "please don't," but there was a part of her that wanted him to continue, to take her for the first time all the way. She pushed against his finger as she asked him to stop. Mr. Peters did stop. He removed his finger and stepped over to the bottom of Pam. "I imagine that all of you girls enjoyed seeing the poor boy's erection." He leaned into the rear of Pam. Actually, with her legs spread so far and butt raised so high he was leaning into her cunt. She looked like a submissive mare in heat, presenting her rear end for service by the alpha male. Pam felt his erection through his slacks. It was hard not to feel it as it was so evidently hard and prominent. She pushed back against him, letting him know that this was all fine with her. Mr. Peters gripped the cheeks of her ass and subtly, softly, quietly dry humped her bare cunt as he spoke. "Did you enjoy it, Pam?" "Yes sir," she said, her voice a bit breathless with the excitement of what they were secretly doing, with Polly and Lisa to the left and right of them. She felt Mr. Peters fingers return to her clit. His fingers were thick, even a bit calloused, but the touch was soft and sensual. She had always fantasied about having sex with a professor, but she never could have imagined that it would be like this. "Does it surprise you that a man would become aroused by the sight of cheerleaders exposing their personal parts to him?" He pressed his crotch against her cunt, circling and pushing the head of his cock against her soft, wet mound. Polly whimpered with arousal. "Oh no sir, any normal man should," she sighed, "should get aroused." Polly was surprised at how timid Pam sounded. She even seemed to be whimpering. Lisa took the opportunity to catch her breath and compose herself. "So, it doesn't offend or surprise you that I have become aroused?" He pushed against her cunt. She responded breathlessly, "No sir, I think it's only, it's only natural, for, for you to get aroused." Mr. Peters let go of her butt, regretfully, and stepped back. He was now about as aroused as he could possibly get. He stepped through the bent figures of Pam and Polly to present himself to the three girls. "Alright then, young ladies, is this what happened to Teddy?" "Mr. Peters!" Polly exclaimed. She had seen it before but she assumed that Mr. Peters would be ashamed and embarrassed about it. Instead, he was now openly showing to all three of them a very evident, obvious erection. Lisa was even more shocked, perhaps horrified. It looked like he had a big spear or weapon in his pants, pushing it way out. She yelped, "My goodness, Mr. Peters!" She quickly stood up, covering her mouth but, as Mr. Peters noticed, she did not look away. Her eyes were wide, she was clearly distressed, but perhaps not in fact horrified. Her eyes were fixed on his crotch. She was not about to turn away. "Resume the position, Lisa," Mr. Peters calmly stated. "Yes sir," she swiftly bent over again, even lifting her skirt back over her back, all the time staring at his bulge. Pam's attention was also fixed on his crotch, although in her case the feelings were of pride, as well as interest. She was pleased to see how hard she had managed to make him, and very pleased to see that he was evidently a very big man. "Polly, what then did you make the young man do?" For the moment Polly forgot that she should not admit to anything. The fact that she was so distracted though was understandable. "I, we, made him take it out and show it to us," she grudgingly confessed. "Really. You made him take out his penis in front of you? Now, why would you do that? Were you curious as to what it looked like?" Nobody wanted to answer that question. Even Pam was uncertain that she wanted to admit to enjoying their effort to humiliate Teddy. Mr. Peters turned to Lisa. "Have you seen many penises before, Lisa?" Lisa still had her eyes fixed on his crotch. "Golly, no sir, never, I mean Teddy's, well, that was the first one I had seen." Pam smiled. Polly again rolled her eyes and quietly mouthed, 'Brother!' "Really? The first one." Lisa blushed. "Well, not the first one, I mean, I had seen them before, you know, on boys and things, but never when it was all puffed, grown up, like that, you know." "You mean erect?" Lisa finally had to turn away, feeling very embarrassed at how infantile and childish she was sounding. It wasn't her fault that she was so inexperienced. Her parents were so awfully terribly overprotective. They had never explained anything to her, and certainly never let her date. "Yes sir," she bashfully responded. "So, you were curious as to what an erection looked like?" She couldn't look back at him. She just nodded her head. "What about you, Pam? Are you curious as well?" Pam was frankly curious about this for most every guy she met. She was surprised at how different boys' erections all looked. Some were big, some were small; some were thick, some were thin; some were straight, some were crooked. She always had an excited anticipation of what it would look like. Only once could she actually say she was disappointed, and even then she enjoyed the fact that she could so easily swallow the whole thing. "Oh yes sir!" she exclaimed. "I think it would be very helpful to see one. I mean, if we were more familiar with it then we probably wouldn't have been so mean to Teddy." She grinned at Mr. Peters, sensing what he was up to and quite willing to play along. "Well, I suppose that might be true," Mr. Peters responded, acting as if the idea was not in fact his own. "If your curiosity was satisfied then perhaps there wouldn't be any further problems down the road. What do you think, Polly?" "Mr. Peters, please, it's difficult enough for me to have to let you see my thing, I really" Mr. Peters interrupted her. "Your 'thing' Polly? I think we can all be quite open about what we are talking about here. I am meeting with you girls because you sexually assaulted a young man, and it's important in our discussion that we not talk around or avoid saying what we mean." It made good sense but he just wanted her to have to say it. "My, um, my vagina, Mr. Peters." "Your vagina, Polly?" Mr. Peters moved back around behind her, and crouched down to get a close look. "Does it make you uncomfortable for me to be looking so closely at your vagina, Polly?" "Well, yes Mr. Peters!" Polly exclaimed, clearly exasperated. She was even blushing a bit, knowing that his eyes were just inches away. "It bothers you that I can see your most intimate parts, is that correct?" "Duh!" she sarcastically responded, shifting her legs in frustration, knowing that Mr. Peters' eyes were just inches away from her exposed furry slit. "I suppose this would make you even more uncomfortable." Mr. Peters grasped the cheeks of her ass and spread them wide. "Mr. Peters!" Polly yelled. She jumped at the touch of his hands on her bare skin. She even lurched but he held her firmly, making it clear to her that he was in charge. Polly simply couldn't believe this was happening. A teacher was actually spreading open her bottom so that he could see her there. Mr. Peters smiled at what he saw: the inner brown skin of her bottom crack and her most personal puckered hole. He considered giving her a lick but that would be difficult to justify; although perhaps not, he wondered. "Isn't this what you in fact did to Teddy, Miss Peterson?" Polly was breathing heavily, feeling quite incensed and indignant. However, she didn't have a good answer to that. "You took quite a good look at Teddy's, uh, what is it Polly that I am looking at right now?" Polly glared, although not at his face. If her butt could glare at him, it would have. "My anus, you're looking at my anus." She squeezed hard on her sphincter, as if that helped to hide it. It only made it appear all the more excited and enticing. "Yes, that's right. And, I must say, that you do have a pretty one, Polly." Polly's jaw dropped. How could a teacher, a professor, say something like that? Lisa was also shocked. She sure hoped that he would not look at hers. Pam, of course, was actually jealous. She considered reaching back and spreading open her cheeks to offer hers to Mr. Peters but she knew that would only get her into trouble with Polly. "Yes, your anus, and didn't you do precisely this same thing to Teddy?" Polly decided that she had better start admitting to what she did or things could get even worse. "Yes, yes I did," she begrudgingly acknowledged. "In fact, you did much more than that, didn't you." Polly sighed, recalling the fact that she had stuck a pom-pom up his butt. She responded now in a more resigned tone of confession. "Yes, I did." Mr. Peters let go of her cheeks; they snapped shut like they were on springs. "Yes, you did." He reached out and lightly stroked the lips of her cunt with a finger. "Ohhhh," Polly exclaimed, her bottom squirming and her feet fidgeting like she had to go to the bathroom, but in this case the uncomfortable confusion was the feel of his finger exploring her cunt. Mr. Peters stood up, but continued to fondle her pussy with his finger. It was a very pleasant feel. She had a full set of lips, actually double lips, that were wonderful to explore: so ample and fleshy. "This is one of the points of my lesson, for all of you, but perhaps particularly for you, Polly. What I am doing now is no different than what you did to Teddy. Somehow, you felt that you had the right to do what you did." He continued to lecture her, drawing out his speech so that he could continue to explore, to fondle, her cunt. "He may have seen things that he should not have seen, but he didn't pull down your panties. He didn't force you to expose yourselves to him. You were in fact exposing yourself to him in a public place." Mr. Peters worked his finger deeper into Polly's cunt. Polly whined and moaned, partly in annoyance and embarrassment but also with confusing feelings of arousal. She could not deny that his masculine touch did feel good, particularly when it was circling and massaging her clitoris. She tried not to acknowledge that it felt good. She didn't want to give him that satisfaction, but he was good at what he was doing. She could feel herself even getting a bit wet. "And when you discovered him, you didn't let him leave, did you. You in fact forced him to expose himself to you. You forced him to show you his penis, his anus, and you even stuck things into his rectum. And, even that apparently wasn't enough." Mr. Peters pushed his finger up into the wet cunt of Polly. She lurched forward a bit, but remained bent, her hands on her knees, her cunt open to his finger. "You even made him masturbate in front of you." He began to slowly move his finger in and out of her vagina. "You forced him to get sexually excited in front of you." "Yes sir," Polly panted, no longer trying to hide her own arousal. "Just like you're getting excited in front of me, Polly?" Polly blushed profusely. She removed her hands from her knees and covered her face in embarrassment, fully recalcitrant for the first time. "Oh, yes, but please sir, not in front of Pam and Lisa." Pam could not see what precisely Mr. Peters was doing with his finger but she could certainly tell from the expression on Polly's face that he was doing a lot. And, even Lisa could now hear the squishing and slurping noises of Polly's cunt as Mr. Peters slid his finger in and out of her wet, sloppy, tightness. Mr. Peters masturbated her like this for a bit longer, partly because it was extremely good fun but also because the sound of her cunt was speaking louder than any words he could express. Her cunt was tightly gripping his finger. With each stroke in and out the room was washed with the sound of wet sucking. Polly began to pant and groan in excitement. Mr. Peters withdrew his finger, and returned to his original place in front of them. "Well, I believe that you have learned a good lesson, Polly." "Yes sir," she replied meekly, slowly uncovering her face, now all red with excitement and embarrassment. Mr. Peters contemplated what to do next. He turned to Pam for assistance. "Pam, what do you think should be the next step of your lesson?" She smiled conspiratorially and returned to her earlier thought. "Well, sir, I think if we were able to see what a grown man's erection looked like, perhaps we would not be so curious about Teddy." "What?!" both Polly and Lisa exclaimed together. "You make an excellent point, Pam." She smiled flirtatiously at him. "Thank you, sir." Her eyes sparkled and her lashes fluttered. Mr. Peters slowly pulled down the zipper of his slacks. Pam's eyes widened in excited anticipation. Lisa's eyes widened in confused shock. Polly looked with nervous apprehension; she thought, 'He isn't going to put his thing inside me, is he?' "If you girls are so determined to make a young man show himself to you, then perhaps you should get what you want." "Oh no, Mr. Peters," Lisa suggested, "that won't be necessary, I don't need to see one anymore." "No, Lisa, I think this will be a good lesson for all of you. Each of you seemed to have your own reasons for making Teddy show himself to you, and if it was his erection you wanted to see, well, then, I will show you mine. Perhaps we can deal with this matter in the privacy of my office." Mr. Peters reached inside and pulled out his stout erection through the flap of his boxers and the opened zipper of his slacks. It was a very impressive sight, even to Pam. Pam had seen bigger ones but Mr. Peters' was clearly on the large size. And, it was a raging erection. It stood up very straight and stiff. The head was an engorged purple bulb, like it was ready to explode. Lisa's jaw dropped. She never imagined that a man's erection would look so strong, so powerful. She couldn't help asking. "Golly, Mr. Peters, it's awfully, well, I mean, are they all so, so big like that?" Mr. Peters moved over to stand in front of Lisa. She was mesmerized by the sight. She had no fear that he was going to try to have sex with her, to try to put it in her. She was simply fascinated by its appearance. He was right that her motivation for looking at Teddy's erection was not to embarrass him. She in fact was embarrassed for him. She couldn't look away when Teddy pulled it out because it was the first erection she had seen and she was terribly interested in what it looked like and what it did. It scared her, particularly when she fell down on him and it almost hit her in the face, but she had enjoyed playing with Teddy's penis, and had even been hoping that she would be able to make him cum. She wanted to see a boy cum. "Well, no Lisa, they come in all sizes and shapes." Pam felt like saying, 'They sure do,' but thought better of that. "I do think girls like them bigger rather than small but it's also true that no matter how small you are you can still give a woman the best orgasm she has ever had, so in that sense size really doesn't matter." Mr. Peter turned to catch Pam's eyes and smiled at her when he said, "Boys themselves generally prefer larger rather than smaller breasts." Pam smiled back in appreciation. Mr. Peters turned back to Lisa, "But no matter how small or large are your breasts, you can give any boy the best orgasm he has ever had, or will ever have." Lisa looked up at Mr. Peters and smiled. She appreciated the last remark, as her breasts were so small that they were hardly even noticeable. She returned her attention to his cock, which waved in front of her eyes, like a large thick metal rod with a heavy load at the end. "I don't know what I could with that, Mr. Peters, I mean, it just seems too big for me, you know, down, inside." She stopped. She realized that she was saying quite a bit, and a good part of it was quite personal. The sight of his thick hard cock had been so confusing and exciting that she was just bubbling with thoughts and questions but she realized that she was saying much more than she really wanted. Pam couldn't help but laugh at Lisa's innocent confusion and curiosity. Lisa blushed profusely and scowled at Pam. Mr. Peters reached out and gently stroked the hair and cheek of Lisa. "Lisa, don't you worry, there are lots of ways you can make a boy very happy, and, even still, someday you will probably take a boy, 'down, inside,' who is as large, if not larger than me." Lisa smiled at Mr. Peters. "Well, let's then finish this lesson. I understand that you wanted the young Mr. Newman to have an orgasm for you. Isn't that correct, Polly?" "Yes sir," she admitted. She was a confusion of feelings. She was shocked at what she was seeing, embarrassed at still being bent over with her naked bottom and cunnie exposed, but also still excited from his finger. "Have all of you seen a man ejaculate?" Polly nodded. Pam smiled and said, "Oh yes." Lisa shook her head no. They never did get to see Teddy ejaculate. "Well, all three of you get down here around me, on your knees." They were at least glad to finally be able to stop bending over. "You can leave your panties around your knees. Just form a sort of semi-circle right here in front of me, on your knees." Pam immediately got into position. Lisa was also happy to do it. She had never seen a man cum before. This was all turning out to be so much better than she had feared. There wasn't going to be any detention, she wasn't even hardly spanked, and now she was going to be able to see Mr. Peter's thing go off. She had heard lots of her friends talk about it and now she was going to get to see one for herself, up close. This hadn't been any punishment at all! Polly though had a good idea of what might be coming next, so to speak. She stood up, thankful for that, but hesitated in following his instruction. "Polly, you're not coming over?" Mr. Peters asked. "I think I'm fine here, Mr. Peters. I can watch from here." She was again wondering whether this was really a lesson or just some sort of sex game of Mr Peters. Mr. Peters thought she looked rather cute standing there reluctantly, her panties still at her knees. "That's fine, Polly. I can tell that you have really learned your lesson." Mr. Peters was softly stroking his cock as he spoke to Polly. Pam and Lisa got into position. Pam got right in front of him, even moving her face up close. Lisa sat on her haunches to the right of Polly. She had an excited and gleeful look on her face but was keeping her distance. The Lessons Ch. 17 "Although, I must say that I am still a bit disappointed. You have not told me the names of the other girls, and frankly, it doesn't quite seem right to me that you were going to force Teddy to ejaculate for you and now that I am willing to do precisely the same thing you somehow have lost interest." Polly shuffled her feet. Her eyes were on Mr. Peters' dick. She had to admit that it was a very good looking cock and his fingers had made her awfully wet and horny. The skin was pulled so tight. There was no hair on the shaft, and the bulb was thick and engorged. She felt an urge to play with her own pussy as he was playing with his dick. "I'll tell you the names of the others," she offered. Pam and Lisa turned their heads toward her, surprised at how she had so significantly changed her stance. "No, that's alright, Polly," Mr. Peters said. "Actually, Teddy gave me the names. I would like to confirm that they are the right names but I want to respect your privacy. In fact, if you wish, you can even go now. I won't think any less of you and we will consider the incident with Teddy a closed matter." Polly wasn't expecting that. Mr. Peters was actually being nice, leaving it up to her whether to go or stay. She could leave now if she wanted. But, she didn't want to. She was flushed with excitement. She had wanted to see Teddy cum. She admitted, at least to herself, that it was partly to humiliate him but also because she liked it. She did like that. She liked it when guys shot all over the place, their faces in raptured excitement, heart pounding, and just spurting and spurting. But it was evident to her that he was intending to cum on them. That she didn't like. No boy had ever cum on her before and she didn't think that she would like that. "What are you going to do?" she asked. "I think you know, Polly. In fact, if you're going to go you better go soon because this isn't going to take long." "Oh goody," Lisa exclaimed. Her eyes were fixed on the purple bulb of Mr. Peters' dick. It looked like it was ready to explode. Polly wasn't so sure that she liked this idea. Maybe she should go. But, then, she didn't want to lose face with Pam and Lisa. They might tell everyone that she chickened out. She led the sex game with Teddy but now ran off when the stakes were raised? And, besides, she had to admit that Mr. Peters was right. She was the head cheerleader, she should take full responsibility for what happened with Teddy, and therefore should also take full punishment by Mr. Peters. "Alright then." She kneeled down in front of Mr. Peters, to the left of Pam, but clearly expressing her ambivalence and suspicion. "Well, excellent Polly, I'm so very glad. I'm impressed, sincerely." Polly gave him a funny look, not sure how she wanted to react to that. "Alright then, how should we do this?" Mr. Peters asked. "What were your plans for Teddy?" Polly spoke up, "He was going to jerk himself off, I mean, uh, use his hand to masturbate." "You can say 'jerking off,' if you want, Polly. But was that it? You girls didn't touch him?" "I touched him," Lisa happily confessed. She felt proud to acknowledge that she had in fact done something like that with a guy. "I was, uh, jerking him, off." It wasn't easy to say that though to Mr. Peters. "We all did," Pam added, certainly not wanting to be left out of anything Mr. Peters had in mind. "Well, I know I would like that. I have to be honest, but given how willing you girls were to do that, well, it just wouldn't be much of a punishment, or lesson, to just have you do that to me. No, I think you need to do more." Polly knew what he had in mind, but really hoped that he wouldn't say it. Pam also knew what he had in mind, and grinned at the thought. Lisa looked perplexed. What more could there be? She pulled down on her dress, not wanting to give Mr. Peters any ideas. She wished that he would have let her pull her panties back up. "But, I don't want to take advantage of you girls. I won't go all the way. Here is what we will do. I want each of you to sit up high on your knees, lean forward a bit, and pretend like you're going to give someone a big kiss." That sounded like awful good fun to Lisa. She instantly complied. It was like when she was little and gave her daddy big kisses. She always gave an exaggerated pucker. Pam also readily complied, although she provided a more sultry target. Polly sighed, closed her eyes, leaned forward, puckered, and gave a soft whine. Mr. Peters turned to his right. He used his hand to place the head of his cock onto Polly's puckered lips. She didn't back away but she squeezed her eyes tightly shut, not wanting to see what he, or more precisely she, was doing. She readily knew though that the head of his cock was now pressed firmly against her tightly closed lips, as if she was giving it a big kiss. It felt so intrusive, an uninvited cock pressed against her lips. But, actually, it really didn't feel bad. The head of his dick was large and masculine, yet also soft on her lips. She had not had a man's cock before, a man as mature, as powerful, as prominent, as Mr. Peters. It was actually kind of sexy. She even liked the musky smell that drifted into her nose. Mr. Peters smiled broadly at the sight of his cock head pressed against her resistant but puckered lips. She was such a very pretty girl. There was a good reason that she was the head cheerleader, at least if the position depended on looks. He moved the cock head around and around her lips, caressing both her lips and his cock at the same time. Her lips felt wonderful. He pulled away and shifted to Pam. She didn't close her eyes; in fact, there was a twinkle in her eyes when he pressed his cock to her lips. When he made contact she opened her mouth a bit and gave him a real kiss, a number of kisses, and she even snuck in a french kiss, lightly tickling the head of his cock with her tongue in between her puckered lips. By then Polly had opened her eyes and saw what Pam was doing. Her mouth opened in surprise. She thought, 'Pam is actually enjoying this!' As was Mr. Peters, openly sighing and moaning with pleasure as Pam kissed and caressed his cock with her lips and tongue. Demonstrating considerable constraint Mr. Peters pulled his dick away and presented it to Lisa. Lisa felt her face go beet red as the cock turned in her direction. She thought, 'So, this is what he meant? My goodness, what a thing to do.' But, she didn't want to be the baby of the three, so she got up high on her knees (she was so much shorter than the other two), braced herself by placing her hands on his leg and hips, and leaned in. As the big red, angry looking bulb approached though, she closed her eyes, like Polly, although not entirely for the same reason. She felt the head of his cock touch her lips. She was surprised. It wasn't bad at all. It certainly wasn't yucky. He did have a sort of tangy, funny smell but she always figured a boy would smell so much worse there, even stinky. She could sometimes smell herself down there and that was pretty far away. Mr. Peters wasn't bad at all. In fact, this was kind of neat. She felt all womanly and grown up to actually, finally, be doing this. It wasn't really true that she didn't know anything about such things. She knew this was giving a guy a blow job. She just didn't think that Mr. Peters was talking about something like that. She began to imitate Pam and give him kisses. However, Lisa kept her tongue inside, and her kisses were quick little baby kisses. Mr. Peters though found them just as erotic and enticing. He began to stroke the shaft of his cock as Lisa kissed and kissed the head. It would be so nice to cum now, he thought. But, he pulled back. He knew he couldn't last much longer. "Alright girls, this time, I want each of you to stick out your tongues, like you're waiting for some nice ice cream." Pam giggled. She knew exactly what ice cream he was referring to and she wanted the desert. Lisa stuck her tongue out real far, wanting to show him that she could do it real good. Polly ambivalently stuck out her tongue, not showing the greatest of enthusiasm but not actually entirely opposed. Mr. Peters maneuvered the head of his cock onto Polly's tongue. The initial touch was delightful. Polly squinted a bit but this time did not close her eyes. This time, she looked right at the head of his cock, which did look very inviting, even tasty. "Alright, Polly, start licking the ice cream." Polly complied, at first reluctantly but she quickly got into it. She was emboldened by the fact that Pam was not the least bit reluctant. Pam had openly demonstrated that she enjoyed caressing Mr. Peters' cock with her mouth. Polly knew that there was a part of her that wanted to do this, and if Pam wasn't embarrassed or ashamed, if Pam was going to let herself enjoy this, then she could as well. She began to lick away like she was a dog with an ice cream cone, taking real big, wet, sloppy licks. Mr. Peters groaned in satisfaction. "Real good, Polly, that's real good. That feels so good." "My turn!" Pam exclaimed, worried that Polly would in fact get the cream. "Yes, alright," Mr. Peters agreed, quite breathlessly in an extreme state of arousal. Polly though was clearly disappointed and gave Pam a mild expression of annoyance that she had taken Mr. Peters' dick away just when she was finally getting into it. Pam took over right where Polly left off. She didn't build up to sloppy, wet licks; she started off with them. She made sure that she licked every part, every inch, every curve and ridge of his crown. Once she had it all wet she did a quick lick of her lips and ran her lips and tongue all over and around the head. When she got back to the tip she suddenly opened her mouth up and engulfed the entire head of his cock inside, sucking and licking the head, her eyes meeting his, asking him to cum in her mouth. She stroked his cock with her lips, her mouth, her face. Mr. Peters wanted to. He could feel the surging heat and energy within his balls. This would be a excellent place to cum. "No fair!" Lisa protested. Polly laughed at that. "That's right, Lisa. You tell her," enjoying the fact that Pam was being cut short herself, as well as the fact that Lisa was getting into it. "Lisa's turn now," Polly asserted. Mr. Peters had lost control of the situation, but he didn't mind. In a state of aroused delirium he pulled out of Pam's mouth. He almost had to yank it out as she clamped down hard with her lips. She whined in protest as he broke free and turned the cock to Lisa. Lisa instantly started licking. As Polly provided big sloppy dog licks, Lisa licked like a kitten that was trying to groom and clean him. It was not as stimulating as the licking of Polly or the sucking of Pam but he was already so close and she looked so adorable and cute that he suddenly just exploded his cum. The first shot blasted all over her tongue and lips, covering them in a large thick gob of hot, sticky white cream. "Oh my!" Lisa exclaimed in shock and excitement. "I win, I win" she screamed as the second wad burst from his cock onto her nose and lips. She didn't move away at all, enjoying the fact that it was she that had made Mr. Peters cum. 'This is so cool,' she thought. 'Little, innocent, inexperienced Lisa was the one who made Mr. Peters have his orgasm!' She couldn't be prouder. And it was so exciting for her, to see so closely the power of his gushing and the large amount of hot, thick liquid that was spewing all over her face. "Ooooh" she exclaimed as his dick lurched such that a shot went right past her eyes and splatted on her hair and forehead. It was like she sitting right in front of a fireworks display. She quickly closed her eyes, knowing that it was probably not a good thing to get any of it in her eyes. She then just basked in the pleasure of feeling hot, wet wads of cum splat against her cheeks, forehead, nose, and lips. Mr. Peters felt like he was going to faint. He held tightly onto his dick and aimed each shot at a different location on her young, sweet, grinning face. Ropes of cum lashed across her forehead and cheeks, a couple even trailed down across her closed eyes. She squinted a bit at this but, like a real trooper, she didn't back away. He moved in closer for the last few, just to be sure that they reached the target. When he was done he panted a bit, then leaned forward to squeeze out the remaining drips onto her little perky nose. "No wait," Pam requested. She looked into his eyes pleadingly. "Let me at least have the consolation prize." He smiled appreciatively and apologetically, and returned his slackening cock to her lips. She engulfed the head into her mouth, licking him clean. Polly even leaned in to lend a hand. She pushed Mr. Peters' hand off the shaft, took hold of it herself, and squeezed and pulled on it to ooze out the remaining drops into Pam's mouth. Mr. Peters turned his attention to Lisa as Pam and Polly were cleaning him up. Her face was so covered in cum. She was squinting hard to try to avoid getting any into her eyes, but she was also licking her lips, enjoying the rich salty taste. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a handkerchief. He tapped her on the shoulder. She cautiously opened one eye that seemed to be the least vulnerable. When she saw the handkerchief she smiled at him. "Thank you, Mr. Peters." A pretty face full of cum, smiling at you appreciatively, was such a captivating, beguiling sight. He watched her clean up as Polly finished milking him and Pam sucked and cleaned him dry. These girls had learned their lessons well. To be continued . . . I certainly hope you liked it. Again, I am happy to get suggestions for new ideas and for ways that the stories can be improved. And, I want to thank so very much the persons who have taken the time to cast a vote. I am very encouraged by this. I have worked hard on a number of follow-ups. Your support is really very helpful. I hope you continue. The Lessons Ch. 18 This is chapter 18 of a series. If you like this story, I encourage you to read earlier chapters as they can help understand characters and context. In any case, please do provide feedback. I would be happy to hear your suggestions for how to improve this story or others you would like to be developed. - - - - - - - - - - - - - Ever since the episode in Mr. Peters' office (see Chapter 7), Tina Andrews had been thinking of Gordon. She originally had hopes of being Mr. Peters' special student (see Chapter 3) but she grew to recognize that this was unrealistic. He was so very much older than her. They could never acknowledge their relationship in real life, at least to others. Gordon, his assistant, on the other hand, was a different story. Gordon Richards was a graduate student. He was still appreciably older than Tina but they could at least acknowledge their relationship off campus, unlike with Mr. Peters. She had heard of undergraduates getting involved with older graduate students, although she didn't actually know of any personally. It was against the Templeton College Code for any such relationships, as graduate students served as lecturers and graders. But, many undergraduates did flirt with them. They were like forbidden fruit on campus, or perhaps it was the undergraduates who were the forbidden fruit of the graduate students. Well, they both liked to pick from the tree. Gordon was also quite good looking. She liked his wavy red hair. He reminded her of Robert Redford with red hair. That was though an exaggeration that reflected Tina's attraction. Gordon was also much less confident and engaging than Redford. He was in fact rather shy, uncertain, studious and business-like. He always wore a sports jacket and tie. Many students found him to be overly bookish and dull. She found his behavior and appearance though to be signs of maturity, and she wanted an older, mature man. Graduate students were the future professors. They were just one step short of being a professor. She decided that Gordon would become her boyfriend. The problem, though, was that he wasn't reciprocating her interest. She began with mild flirtations. She would be sure to bump into him, sometimes literally, when he was leaving his office or going to some class. She would smile at him, try to engage him in conversation, but he didn't seem to get the hint. If anything, he would beat a quick escape. Tina did not understand. She decided that she would have to try harder. Her next opportunity came Tuesday at an after hours math tutoring. These sessions were staffed by graduate students, usually two or three, and were attended by any students who wished to come, to receive extra help. There was a good chance that Gordon would be there. He often staffed the Tuesday sessions. Tina arrived early to get a seat at the back of the room, where they might have some privacy. Her hopes appeared to be dashed though when he did not arrive for the first forty-five minutes. She had to spend the whole time working on her homework. However, she perked up when she finally saw him enter the room. She waved, giving him her best smile. But, he only just nodded in acknowledgment and went over to Mary Alford, one of the other graduate students. Tina was very disappointed. Maybe he was interested in Mary? That could be true. Mary was very pretty herself, and certainly a more appropriate age for Gordon, and probably much smarter. They did seem to be talking for quite some time. Tina was sorely disappointed, even discouraged. She thought, 'How could Gordon act this way when I was so nice to him in Mr. Peters' office? Boys could be so mean sometimes.' She returned to her math, feeling sorry for herself. When she looked up, Gordon was gone. Early the next morning she visited the graduate student office to speak to him. The graduate student "office" was actually a large room divided into cubicles. Each student had his own cubicle, but they were quite small and with little privacy. You could look into another cubicle if you stood up on a chair, none had a door that could be closed, and they were divided by thin fabricated panels. Gordon was studiously working on his thesis when Tina arrived. She knocked on the panel and walked in. "Hi Gordon," she asked cheerfully. "Are you busy?" Gordon's desk was against the panel that separated his cubicle from the hall. It gave him a little privacy, as nobody could see him at his desk without stepping into the cubicle. He didn't know it was Tina until she was already by his desk. "Oh, hi Tina, yea, actually I am kind of busy." "Too busy for me?" she asked coquettishly. "Well, actually, you know, my office hours aren't until the afternoon and my advisor wanted these analyses before then." Tina was standing to the side of him, hardly much taller even though he was sitting down. She stood beside him for a bit. She asked, "Do you want some gum?" She blew a big bubble, hoping for a playful reaction. "No, that's fine, I don't chew gum." Her bubble popped, along with some of her hopes. "I've got a lot more. I'm even doing three at once myself." She did have a lot of gum in her mouth, making a bit of noise with her chewing. "No really, I don't use gum." He turned his attention back to the equations on his desk. Tina ran a finger down the side of his arm and asked quietly, "Why are you being so mean to me, Gordon?" "I'm not being mean to you, Tina. What you do mean?" he said, equally quietly. "You keep avoiding me, like I have the plague or something. Did I do something wrong, or something?" "Of course not, Tina," speaking even more quietly. "I'm not avoiding you." Tina scowled at him. "Yes you are, Mr. Richards, don't you lie to me," raising her voice. "Tina, not so loud," he pleaded. She was right and he knew it. He had been avoiding her. The fact was, he was intensely attracted to her. She was very cute. Her nickname at school was "Gidget," as she looked like a young Sally Field, when Ms. Field starred in the TV show. Her breasts were probably smaller than Gidget's, but the facial similarity was striking. But, her attractiveness was the problem. He knew that she was involved with Mr. Peters, and that spelled trouble, although at least, for the moment, only for Mr. Peters. A relationship with Tina would be a dual relationship, along with the appearance of exploiting a girl younger than himself. Her youthful appearance made it seem even worse. In addition, for all he knew, Tina was a vamp, using him for some childish fantasy. When things turned sour, and the vast majority of relationships do fail, she would have him by the balls. Finally, who knows how Mr. Peters would feel about it? He might become vindictive if Gordon took his young lover away. However you spelled it, she was trouble. But, man, she was cute. She seemed especially attractive today. He couldn't tell why at first, and then it struck him. She was wearing perfume. Perfume was verboten at Templeton. "Tina, are you wearing perfume?" he asked incredulously. Tina whispered in response, "Now who is speaking too loudly," she admonished. "But you could get into serious trouble, you must know that. Why are you taking such a chance?" "Well, I had to do something to get your attention." She looked down at the floor, feeling self-conscious. She blew and popped another bubble. She said very quietly, "Wasn't I nice to you in Mr. Peters' office?" "Yes, of course you were, Tina." He wished she would just go away. "I thought you wanted to practice with me?" Gordon's face flushed. He remembered how enticing she had been, suggesting that he practice spanking with her. "I even got some special clothes for you." She turned around, bent over, and pulled up her skirt. Her little derriere was just inches away, and written across the back of her yellow panties was, "Spank me." Tina looked back and giggled when she saw his eyes widen. "Tina!" Gordon exclaimed, "My goodness, cover up," although he couldn't deny the swelling in his slacks. He recalled her sweet smile she gave him over her shoulder when she was sitting on Mr. Peters' lap, and the sight of that cute little bare bottom. He would love to see it again, perhaps even to touch it. But, she was high risk. Some girls were high maintenance. Tina seemed to be high risk. Tina stood up and turned around to face him. She whispered, "C'mon Gordie, don't you want to practice your spanking?" She picked up his hand and brought it to her derriere. Gordon let her take it so far as to have him touch her fanny. Her bottom was so small. He wrapped his hand around her soft cakes. She had such cute cheeks. He felt his balls swell. But, he drew his hand back. My goodness, anyone walking by his cubicle would have seen his hand on a student's butt if they just poked their head in. "Tina, you aren't even wearing regulation panties." "Duh, you noticed, Gordon? Gosh, I didn't think you were paying any attention to me." She played with the hem of her skirt, swinging her hips back and forth. "If I am such a bad girl, maybe you should spank me, then if anyone caught us, you could say that you were just trying to teach me a lesson." Gordon thought that might in fact be a good plan. His dick twitched in his pants. But, no way would he be spanking her in his cubicle, and that plan wouldn't help with the possibility of Mr. Peters' jealousy and, frankly, he knew it wouldn't end with just spanking, at least he hoped that it wouldn't end just with that. "Tina," he said quietly, "Do you really think it would end with just that?" Tina smiled. This was what she wanted to hear. Now she knew he was interested. She looked down at his crotch. She could see that he was getting a little excited. She leaned over him, placing one hand on the desk and the other on his thigh. He stiffened with her touch, in more ways than one. "Do you want to do more than just spank me, Gordie?" She touched the bulge in his slacks with the tip of a finger. "Well, yes, Tina, of course, I mean." She leaned into him, letting her small breasts press against his shoulder. She tried to wrap her fingers around his stiffening cock. It wasn't easy. Her fingers were small and he seemed to be wearing briefs. "Your penis is big, Gordie," she whispered, her gum chewing momentarily silenced. Gordon doubted that there was any real truth to that, particularly as he still wasn't entirely erect, but she was nice to say it. He closed his eyes and enjoyed her soft touch, her perfume, and her sweet voice. "Tina, please, we shouldn't be doing this." He got control of himself. "And, certainly not here." He gently took her hand and pulled it away. He looked past her. Now he wished that he could see into the hallway from his desk. Fortunately, it was pretty early in the morning and there weren't many other students around. But, still, this was very risky. Tina kneeled on the floor next to his chair, placing her hands on his thigh. She looked up at him with her large blue eyes. They were particularly endearing with her spectacles. She could tell that he found her pretty. She smiled at him, her rosy cheeks rounding with her smile, her dimples clearly evident. "I won't tell anybody, Gordie." He furrowed his brow. "Not even Mr. Peters?" Tina thought that she now realized what his problem had been. Gordon worked for Mr. Peters and he had seen her with him. He was worried about getting in trouble with Mr. Peters. "I think Mr. Peters is interested in someone else." Tina was being honest about that. She had seen him around Miss Harding, acting in a way that suggested some personal familiarity. Plus there were rumors of other girls, even the cheerleaders. "I'm not seeing him anymore." She rested her chin on his leg, blowing and popping another bubble. She gave him a flirty look. "I want you to punish me from now on, Gordie." Gordon put his hand on her head and lightly stroked her hair. "I'm older than you, Tina, and, besides, I'm one of your instructors." The contradiction between his words and his caressing of her hair though was clear. "Mr. Peters was much older than you, and I promise I won't tell anyone." She got higher up onto her knees so that her face was much closer. She whispered, "If I do, you can punish me extra so severely." She smiled and again reached for his cock. He didn't stop her this time. She kept her eyes on his and licked her lips. She got hold of his zipper and slowly pulled it down. She was impressed that she did it so successfully, so easily, this time. She had been rather clumsy with Mr. Peters. She figured she was getting better at this. "Tina, somebody could walk in here at any time. This is ridiculous." He knew he was going to stop her soon, he had to, but he did want to feel those little hands of hers on his cock, on his bare skin, at least for just a brief moment. He could let her do that. He grinned as he felt her searching around in his slacks, trying to find her way into his briefs. Fortunately for him, although confusing to her, is that he was wearing jockey briefs with the horizontal flap. They were much easier to use at urinals than the vertical flaps but they were confounding for Tina. She was searching for a flap in a location that just wasn't there. Gordon brought a finger to her button nose and affectionately tapped it a few times. "Just a second, Tina." He reached into his fly and pulled out his cock through the flap. Tina was embarrassed. Not by the appearance of his cock, but by her ineptitude. She wanted to get past being the inexperienced virgin, yet she couldn't even seem to find a guy's dick in his pants. Gordon could tell she was bothered. He placed his hand under her chin, tilted her head up, leaned down, and kissed her. Tina was surprised. Mr. Peters hadn't ever initiated a kiss. He hadn't even kissed her after she had given him oral sex. Gordon, however, was giving her such a tender kiss. But, she now felt embarrassed for having gum in her mouth. She didn't know what to do with it. She couldn't french kiss him with gum in her mouth. Maybe she could swallow it, but it was awfully big. She pulled back. "Wait," she said. She slipped the gum into her left hand, closed her eyes, and leaned into him again for another kiss. At the same time, she reached for his cock with her right hand and wrapped her fingers around the thickening shaft as they held a protracted, lasting kiss. She liked his kiss. Gordon wasn't even trying to french kiss her. She felt it was a kiss of true warmth and affection. She squeezed his cock. He moaned in pleasure through their kiss. She released her lips but held onto his cock. She looked into his eyes, and then turned her attention to his cock in her hand. She put the gum back into her mouth and fell back on her haunches to give her attention to his erection. "You really are big, Gordie." She had no real experience to make this judgment and, frankly, Mr. Peters' was bigger, but Gordon was still plenty big, at least he felt plenty big in her hand. She also liked the fact that he wasn't circumcised. She enjoyed watching the foreskin move over his knob, momentarily hiding it, and then pulling back, exposing it again. "It's like you have your own built-in hood to protect it from the cold." He smiled at her childish description. She repeatedly pulled the foreskin off and then pushed it back over, like she was playing hide and seek. For Gordon, it was a nice handjob. He enjoyed watching her little hand moving up and down his shaft. Her fingers were so soft, so delicate. It made his cock seem even bigger being held by her diminutive fingers. He also never had a girl seem so interested in the sight of his cock, like it was the first one she had ever seen. Even his first girlfriend seemed to be more experienced than Tina (actually, his first girlfriend was in fact much more experienced than Tina). It was a nice feeling, that she seemed to be learning about sex with him. And she was so pretty. Her glasses were so cute. He wondered if she might even kiss him there, on his cock. He now wished that he hadn't been avoiding her. Her jerking was even now making slurping noises, with his precum lubrication sloshing with the covering and uncovering of his foreskin. She got up higher on her knees. "Am I doing it ok, Gordie?" "Yes, Tina," he said quietly, not only for their privacy but also because he was losing himself in the pleasure of her efforts. "You're doing it real well." "I'm glad," she said. "I like playing with it. It's so manly." Gordon smiled. Tina brought the large wad of gum out of her mouth. She giggled, her dimples again appearing. She stuck the gum on the head of his cock. Gordon wasn't expecting that. He stared in surprise at the wad of gum sitting on the tip of his dick. He sure hoped that Tina wouldn't draw his foreskin over that. Tina laughed. "I think he wants to chew gum too. You think he can blow a bubble?" Gordon smiled at her innocent play. "Maybe I should blow him instead?" Now, that remark was more consistent with her age. She leaned over, down to his cock, wrapped her lips around the head, and licked the wad of gum off of it and back into her mouth. She then licked around the head of his cock to be sure that she got it all clean. Gordon sighed with pleasure, placing his hand on the back of her head, leaning back in his chair, although partly to try to see if everyone was coming down the hall. He couldn't hear anyone, but this was awfully risky. But, just a bit longer. If she kept this up much longer, he would cum. Footsteps! They both heard them. Tina quickly released his cock from her mouth and got up on her feet. Nobody was yet there but somebody was clearly walking toward them. Gordon reached for his cock to get it back inside his pants but the zipper was stuck. He pulled a couple of times, but nothing. Tina saw his problem. She thought fast, although not well. She turned around and flopped down into his lap to hide his erection with her bottom. "Hey Gordon, what's up?" It was Freddie Timber, standing in the entrance to Gordon's cubicle. He was another graduate student. His cubicle was right next door. He was a heavy coffee drinker and he had his morning Starbucks in his hand, actually his first of three. He usually stopped by to say hello, although he wouldn't stay long. He was a student of romance literature and rarely had anything in common to discuss with Gordon, other than the fact that their cubicles were side by side. Freddie though couldn't help thinking that something did seem to be odd. Tina looked like a girl caught with her hand in a cookie jar. She looked very nervous about something. She was looking at him like a scared chipmunk, her eyes opened wide, sitting on Gordon's lap, swinging her legs and blowing a big bubble with her gum. 'What in the heck is she doing on his lap,' Freddie wondered. Not that he minded. Frankly, he wouldn't mind if Tina sat on his lap. "Morning Freddie. Got your coffee?" Gordon replied, looking around Tina at Freddie. Gordon's heart was pounding. Freddie would not intentionally get him or Tina into trouble. He wouldn't rat on them, but he would certainly gossip about it, particularly if he caught Gordon with his dick out of his pants, and the gossip could in turn lead to big trouble. "Uh, yeah, can't sneak anything by you, can I." He took a slow sip, studying the two of them. The coffee was nice. It was french. He normally didn't stay long, wanting to get to his own cubicle, enjoy his coffee with the morning newspaper. "What are you guys up to?" "Nothing," Tina quickly answered, perhaps proclaiming their innocence with too much insistence. "Gordon, I mean, Mr. Richards, was just helping me with my math," Tina explained. She blew a big bubble. This one popped onto her lips. "Oops," she exclaimed. The Lessons Ch. 18 "That's, uh, good," he replied, not giving any indication he wanted to leave but not having much else to say. "Say, listen Freddie, I need to help her with her homework here in Mr. Peters' class. Maybe you could help too? She's stuck on the logarithmic quadratics." It was a good bluff. "Yea right, thanks, but no thanks, I'll speak to ya later, Gordon," Freddie replied. Logarithmic quadratics was not what he wanted this early in the morning. He turned and left the cubicle. They heard him entering his own space next door. Tina, still sitting on Gordon's lap, turned to him and whispered. "Wow, Gordie, that was close." She wasn't upset though. She was more invigorated and excited by the fact that they almost got caught. "Yes, it was," he whispered back. "Now get off before someone else comes by." Tina, however, would have nothing of it. Still sitting on his thighs, she turned to the left to be able to face him better. She then put her arms around his shoulders and gave him a sad look. "Why Gordie, you don't like me sitting on your lap?" Gordon had to admit that the feel of Tina's little bottom sitting on his thigh, pressing against his erect cock was very nice. He wondered if his cock would fit all along the valley of that diminutive fanny. But, they had been pretty darn lucky with Freddie, not a good idea to press your luck; plus, he still had to get his zipper up. "That's not it, Tina. I like it a lot, maybe too much," he whispered. He reached for her hands and brought them off his shoulders. "I kind of think that somebody might get the wrong, or actually, the right impression, you know, if they saw us like this." She pretended to pout. "Oh you're such a scaredy cat. I think it's all just perfectly innocent." She pulled her hands out of his grip and poked him in the chest with a finger. "You have a very dirty mind, Mr. Richards." She started to get up and, at the same time, turn away from him to face his desk. She flipped up her skirt, briefly showing him again her "spank me" panties, and then sat right back down on him; this time farther up on his lap so that his dick was now beneath her skirt and her bottom. She wiggled around to get comfortable, as well as to get his cock up and in between her thighs. She closed her legs around his hard dick, trapping it between the softness of her tender thighs. "There, that's much more comfortable, don't you think?" she said softly, and then added more loudly, so Freddie would hear, "Now, let's get back to that homework, OK Mr. Richards?" She leaned forward to look at the paperwork on his desk, which had nothing to do with her homework. "Oh my, this feels like a very hard problem," she said, again loud enough for Freddie, squeezing hard on his erect cock, clutched between her thighs. She slid her thighs back and forth, massaging his cock in between the warm softness of her thighs. He could even feel the head of his dick pressing against her panties, pressing at her most intimate of places. He felt the heat of her precious cunt emanating through the thin fabric. She seemed to be so innocent in appearance, her elfin body clothed in the school uniform, but, she was also quite a scamp. He had never done anything like this before. He felt his cock swelling with intense arousal. He gripped her waist with his hands, as if to hold her still. "That's better, Gordie," she whispered. She released her hold on his cock, leaned forward so it sprung free, and then sat back down on it with her butt. She sensuously circled her hips, grinding her soft tushy into his hard erection. She said quite loudly, "Gordie, this one is so awfully hard." Gordon would have to admit having had a few lap dances in his time, but none seemed quite as erotic as this. The contrast of "Gidget's" innocent appearance with Tina's wanton behavior was arresting. He played along with her game. "Yes, well, it's not as big a problem as you think," speaking loud enough for Freddie to hear. "Oh my, Mr. Richards, I think it's a terribly big one." She playfully rubbed her sweet cakes against his erect dick. "Much too big for me." Gordon laughed quietly. Fred spoke up. "Hey now, keep it down in there, you guys. Some of us here are trying to work." Freddie always complained about noise in the cubicle. Gordon wasn't sympathetic, particularly since he knew Freddie was only reading his newspaper. Tina though responded, "I'm sorry, Mr. Timber! Mr. Richards is making me do such a big hard one." She bounced against his erection. "Well, just try to do it more quietly," Freddie admonished. "Yes sir!" she yelled, stifling a giggle as she switched to wiggling her soft cushions against him. Gordon also scolded her. "That's good advice, Tina," he said more quietly, his speech mingling with his heavy breathing. He was now openly responding to her seduction. He was thrusting his erect cock into and against her tender cheeks, no longer even thinking about the risk of someone entering the cubicle. If someone did perchance walk in, there would be no disguising what they were doing, but he was now much too excited and too close to stop. Tina said loud enough for Freddie to hear, "Oh Mr. Richards, golly, is this going to last much longer, I think I have to go real bad." She then began prancing and dancing, as if she had to pee, his cock squeezed within her wiggling, writhing thighs. Gordon leaned down into her. He reached around her and grasped her breasts through her blouse. Her tits were small but large enough for a nice, soft handful. He whispered, "Stop that squirming, Tina, or I'll do it." That simply encouraged Tina to squirm even more vigorously. She was wiggling her bottom rapidly back and forth, sometimes in tiny circles, all the time with his cock clenched firmly in her thighs. She then concentrated on thrusting her hips forward and backward, as if she was being fucked from behind. His cock felt so good clasped in those young, tender thighs that were working so hard to make him cum. He had no difficulty, felt no reluctance, in making them happy. Tina squirmed. "No really, Mr. Richards, I don't think I can last much longer." She crossed her legs, as if she was trying not to pee, but now even more firmly and thoroughly engulfing his cock in her warm, soft thighs. Gordon felt the point of no return, the feeling that he was about to cum and there was nothing he could do about it. He sighed into the back of her blouse, squeezed her little tits, and just let it happen. Tina felt a throbbing of his cock and then a squirting of hot liquid into her clenched thighs. She began to smack loudly on her gum, hopefully covering whatever sound might leak out between her legs as his dick did much more than just leak. It squirted gobs of hot, wet cum into her thighs. She felt his cock twitch and surge as it spewed its sticky, thick liquid between her legs. She smiled with excitement. She wanted to turn around to hug and kiss him but she had to stay put to trap the cum in her thighs. She held tightly onto his dick, loudly chewing gum as he gushed his juices against the insides of her clenched legs. Gordon quietly sighed into her back as he felt the waves of his orgasm sweep through him. 'Oh man,' he thought, 'this is so good.' He had never done anything remotely like this before. Well, that wasn't really true. A couple times strippers had brought him to orgasm in his pants. But this was so much better in so many respects. When he finished he gave her little boobies a grateful squeeze as Tina tried to give him one last squeeze herself but her thighs were so wet his dick just slipped out. He sunk back into his chair, his heart pounding with satisfaction. Tina turned around and smiled at him. Jism was running down her leg. He had gushed quite a bit of cum. She said, this time quietly, "I guess it was you who had the accident. But now I really do have to run to the restroom." She squirmed this time for real, finding the sticky wetness to be uncomfortable. She started to run off, but he grabbed her arm. "Just a second," he said, in a normal tone of voice. He pulled her down to him and gave her a sweet kiss on her lips. "Tina, thank you, that was great." She smiled. "You will see me again?" "Of course," he responded. "I'll see to that." She scampered off while Gordon caught his breath and worked on his zipper. - - - - - - - - - - - - When Tina returned, Gordon was gone. She was disappointed. She thought that he would at least wait for her. My goodness, she had made him cum. But, he just took off. She thought, 'What is with boys?' She then saw a note on his desk. Her name was on it. She picked it up. It read: 'Tina, I am so sorry. I was already late for Mr. Peters' first class. Can I see you later? Meet me in the student center, at Starbucks, 10AM, if you can. If not, leave me your number, if you wish. I hope you're ok. Gordie.' Templeton had a Starbucks within the Student Center. It was right next to the lounge. Gordon got there at 9:50. Not surprisingly perhaps, Freddie was there getting a refill. Gordon wasn't particularly happy to see him, especially since he was planning on meeting Tina. "Gordie, good to see ya; more java?" "Yea, thought it wouldn't hurt." "Hey, Gordon, if you don't mind my asking, what is it with that Tina?" Gordon look surprised and confused, clearly not wanting to tell him anything. "What? What do you mean?" "Hey, c'mon man, she was like all over you." He leaned into Gordon to whisper, almost dripping some of his coffee. "She was sitting on your lap, man, for goodness sake." Gordon couldn't deny it was unusual. He gave him a guilty smile. "Yea, that was odd. It did take me back. But it didn't mean anything. You know her, she sometimes acts a bit funny, sort of." Tina then arrived. Just as she was turning the corner into the coffee shop, she noticed Gordon and Freddie speaking. She quickly backed off to get behind the corner. She knew that Freddie might get suspicious that something was up if she saw them together so soon. She waited for Freddie to leave, but she was still close enough to hear what they were saying. She heard Freddie first. "Are you insane? She's trouble Gordie. That little pixie could ruin your career." "Oh relax, Freddie, she's innocent. She was just being playful." "I don't think so, it looked to me like she had something on her mind. You get involved with a girl lack that and it's done, it's all gone. She'll eat you up and spit you out." Gordon laughed. Privately, he knew that there was truth to what he was saying. He had shared this concern for sometime, perhaps only changing his mind when her attractiveness overwhelmed him, or at least when she touched his cock. But, he wasn't about to admit this to Freddie. "Freddie, you really don't know her. I think she is really sweet." This comment did not reassure Freddie. It only made him more suspicious that Gordon might cross the line. "She might look like an angel now but she could in fact become poison," Freddie responded, turning to head off. "Not a bad way to go," Gordon joked. Freddie left, in a direction opposite to Tina. As soon as she left, Tina turned the corner. "Hi, Gordie!" she announced. "I'm sorry I'm late." Gordon was happy to see her. "Not a problem, Tina. I was just talking to Freddie." "I know." Gordon looked concerned. "So, you think I'm a sweety," she teased. She was so happy to hear all the nice things he said. She decided though to first have a bit of fun with it. She knew that Gordon would be embarrassed about acknowledging such feelings. Gordon was a bit sheepish about her hearing that remark. Tina came right up to him and said quietly, imitating Miss Congeniality, "I think you like me. I think you want to go out with me. I think you want to do things with me," playfully fingering his tie as she looked into his eyes. "Cut it out, Tina," Gordon admonished, although he was enjoying her flirtation. He whispered, "We can't do this here." Tina let go of his tie but clasped her hands behind her bottom and, swinging her hips back and forth, asked innocently, "Doing what? Is there something you want to do?" Gordon could again see the resemblance to a young, short, Sally Field. He felt his dick begin to swell again. "Nothing right now, Tina, certainly not here." "I'm not chewing my gum anymore. Maybe I should do what Freddie suggested and eat you up." Gordon smiled at that. "But, I promise I won't spit you out." Tina smiled with that. Gordon coughed with confusion. "Uh," he said. "We better get out of here. Somebody we know is going to see us and get suspicious. We don't need any more Freddies to start gossiping." "I know a place. Follow me." Tina turned and walked off. Gordon followed her down the hallway. He kept a bit of distance, just in case Mr. Peters or someone else noticed them. Walking down a hallway together was not against the rules, but he didn't want to have to explain, or lie, any more than was necessary. Besides, walking behind Tina was not without its rewards. He had a nice view of her little fanny swinging back and forth. She had a nice wiggle to her walk, all the more bequiling to know that the innocent plaid skirt hid yellow panties asking him to spank her. He stuck a hand in his pocket to adjust, and hide, his cock. Tina was heading for the auditorium. She figured it would be empty this time of day, and she was right. She ran down the side aisle, Gordon right behind her. She went through the side curtain to the back of the stage. It was a cluttered mess of old backdrops, props, and stage sets. Tina led him into one of the sets for Bye Bye Birdie, a 1960's musical that was on the schedule for the Templeton theater company. The set was the bedroom for the character Kim McAfee, an adolescent female from Sweet Apple, Ohio. The bedroom was full of stuffed animals, a vanity table piled high with make-up accessories, notes and pictures stuck in the mirror, various articles of feminine clothing strewn about, and posters of the rock star Conrad Birdie and the film star James Dean. The room was an explosion of feminine pink. Tina took Gordon's hand and brought him into the bedroom. She then let go and scampered to the far side of the set, by the small twin bed with the white chenille coverlet that was covered with images of pink lambs. She turned to Gordon and gave him a seductive smile, her dimples sparkling. "Isn't this a nice place, Gordie? It's like as if you're in my bedroom at home." Tina placed her textbooks on the bed. She fit right into the set with her diminutive size, small breasts, cute face, spectacles, and college uniform of white blouse, plaid skirt, and Mary Janes. "Come play with me, Gordie, and get your reward, for saying such nice things about me to Freddie." She reached under her skirt. "Tina, not here," he whispered. "You don't have to whisper here, Gordie. Nobody comes back here." She kept her eyes firmly fixed on his, took hold of the waistband of her panties, and pulled them down to her knees. His eyes followed the path of her hands or, more accurately, her panties. "Tina, we can't do anything back here, somebody is liable to come," he protested, his heart pounding in nervousness and excitement. Tina stood back up straight, her panties still at her knees. "Somebody besides you?" She put her hands on her hips. "Are you sure you don't want to play with me? Don't you think this is kind of a sexy place?" Gordon glanced hurriedly around. They were well hidden back there, and Tina did look awfully sexy. She pretended to be annoyed and frustrated with her hands on her hips and an exasperated expression on her face, but this was in stark contrast to the yellow panties hanging on her knees. Her look of exasperation turned to a flirtatious smile as she removed her hands from her hips and clasped them behind her. She swung her hips back and forth. She didn't say anything. She just smiled. He did think she looked awfully sweet and sexy in this bedroom. It was like in her bedroom, when she was much younger. Her swinging hips soon dislodged her panties, which fell all the way to her ankles. "Oops," she said. She slowly raised the front of her skirt, showing him her truly sweet pussy. She had very little hair. It was more like peach fuzz that provided only a dusting of the mound. Her slit traversed the center, a tender fissure that was the gateway to such intense pleasure. It was both innocent in appearance and yet deeply erotic. Gordon did not try to hide his erection. "Do you like my cupcake, Gordie?" she asked coquettishly. He was at first speechless. "Yes, very much, Tina, it's fantastic." Adorable was the word he was thinking, but he wasn't sure if he should say that. She smiled. "I'm so glad. I've seen other girls' things in the shower and, well, theirs look so much more better than mine." She looked down at her pussy. "I mean, I don't have much of any hair, and some have like, more to it, you know?" She felt self-conscious. She figured that men liked pussies to be fuller, thicker, and fleshier. Hers was just this bare slit. "I don't know if I have ever seen one so pretty." Tina giggled, blushed, and looked away. "Gordie," she said with affectionate embarrassment. She felt self-conscious, but also so attractive, so desirable, so happy, showing Gordie her pixie cunnie. "Come over here," he suggested. Tina looked to him and walked over, taking clumsy baby steps with her panties tangled around her feet. She could have taken them off, but she thought this way would be sexier. She didn't take her eyes off his as she approached. She could see that his eyes were focused on her pussy, and that was fine with her. It confirmed that he really did like it. She could feel herself getting wet as she stumbled up to him. When she reached him, he reached for her. But, she stopped him. She placed a hand on his arm to steady herself and then dropped to her knees. She knelt in front of him and met his eyes. He gazed down at her sweet, bespectacled face. She was a precious sight, smiling adorably up at him, her panties still bunched around her ankles. She reached for the zipper of his slacks and pulled it down, keeping her eyes focused on his, grinning, letting him know how much she was enjoying this. He watched as she reached into his slacks, her darling fingers feeling around for the flap of his boxers. This time she got it right. He closed his eyes and sighed when her fingers found their prize and wrapped around the shaft. Her soft, elfin touch felt so nice on his rapidly thickening shaft. She pulled it through his trousers, but she lost her grip once it was released. His dick popped up like a thick crane. It waved above her face. "Golly, Gordon, it looks even bigger than before, at least from down here." It did seem to tower above her. Its length stretched across her face. She reached up for it and grasped it again with her fingers. She got up as high as she could on her knees, took a firm hold of his shaft, and opened her mouth wide to get the head into her mouth. He could have cum just at the sight of her cherubic face lowering down to engulf the swollen head of his cock within her precious mouth, but then it got so much better as he felt her tongue began to lap at his cock, like a little kitty trying to clean him. She lapped and lapped at the bulb. Tina felt that she could taste a bit of Gordon's cum from the morning. She didn't mind. She licked all over the head of his cock, doing her best to give him as much pleasure as she could. She even began to move her hand up and down his shaft. Gordon could feel his legs weakening. The sight of those innocent lips wrapped around his shaft was captivating, matched only by the affectionate caresses of her tongue. He instinctively met her strokes with a subtle movement of his hips, as if he was tenderly making love to her face with his cock. The Lessons Ch. 18 Tina noticed his increasing arousal and gripped harder on his shaft, providing a more forceful urgency to her efforts. Her licking was replaced by a slurping, and she met the movements of his hips with a plunging of her head, up and down his shaft. He felt an impulse to grab her head with his hands so that he could fuck her more forcefully, but he resisted the temptation. He only just rested his hands tenderly on her shoulders as he softly moved his hips forward and backward, stroking his cock in and out of her mouth, feeling her sweet lips slide up and down his shaft, and her even softer and wet tongue urgently licking and caressing the head. He then felt a strong pressure for release. He tried to warn her. "Tina, I think," but before he could finish the sentence a surge of cum rushed up his shaft and out the head into her mouth. She caught the explosion full on her tongue: a hot, wet splash of salty jism. She smiled to herself, delighted at the thought that she could make him cum so quickly. She briefly enjoyed the taste and then pulled her face back, releasing his cock from her mouth so that she could press the head of his pulsing cock against her closed lips. Another surge of cum burst from the head and splashed against her lips, leaving a big, sloppy white mess. Gordon felt faint as he watched from above. No girl had ever let him do this before. Many girls had let him cum on their hands, some on their butts and cunnies, and one even let him cum on her breasts, but none had let him cum right on her face. It was so sexy, so endearing, so loving. He gave into the pleasure of his ejaculations and watched as she moved the head of his dick up higher so that the next shot splatted onto her nose. Tina was even keeping her eyes open so that she could watch the pleasure in his eyes. Her pretty eyes, opened affectionately for him, were adorable, and his next shot went right over one eye to leave a rope of thick cream down her forehead, across her lashes, and down her cheek. He continued to shoot lines and wads of cum onto her face. She squealed with delight as she became increasingly soaked by his spunk, feeling the throb in his dick followed by a fresh splat of cum. When he was done she again opened her mouth, wrapped her lips around the head, and used her hand and lips to milk out the remaining juice into her mouth. She carefully licked the head clean and let it pop back out. She then fell back onto her haunches and smiled up at him, his cum splattered in wads and streaks across her face, dripping down off of her cheeks and chin onto her white uniform blouse. "Did I make you happy, Gordie?" she asked, knowing full well the answer. Gordon could hardly speak. He was all out of breath. He wanted to sit down. Before he could speak they heard movement outside the set. Tina quickly stood up and began pulling up her panties. Gordon stuffed his shrinking cock back into his slacks and zipped up. He grabbed a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to her. She frantically wiped the cum from her face and blouse, as she hurried ahead of him off the set. "Oh, I'm sorry," he said. "I didn't think anyone was back here." It was only Ron, a member of the chess club. One of his work study jobs was to serve as a projectionist. He had decided to stop by to check to see that all of the necessary equipment was on hand for that evening's movies when he thought he heard someone back stage. "Hi Ronnie," Tina replied. Gordon stayed behind on the set, out of sight. "I was just doing some reading on one of the sets. It's always quiet and private, and like being in a different world and stuff." Tina seemed to Ron to look a little flushed and bothered. Ron interpreted it as feeling like she had been caught doing something wrong. Actually, the head of the theater department wouldn't like any of the students messing around with the sets. They could damage an important prop. Simply moving a prop could cause a real problem, but he had no interest in getting Tina into trouble. "That's alright, Tina, you can stay if you want. I'm just working in the booth." "Ronnie, that's so sweet," she replied, giving him a little swing of her hips. Gordon hid behind one of the walls, actually a panel, of the bedroom, hoping that Ron would not actually enter the set. Ron smiled at Tina, but he did feel that he should give her a warning. "You know, though, that you really shouldn't be eating or drinking anything back here. You could spill something on one of the props." "I wasn't doing anything like that, Ronnie," Tina sort of honestly replied. Ron smiled at her, enjoying the fact that he had actually caught Tina breaking a school rule. He tapped his upper lip with his index finger. "You got milk?" he said, referring to the adds to encourage people to drink more milk in which famous persons appear to have a milk moustache. Tina blushed profusely when she realized what he was referring to. She quickly wiped the cum off her upper lip that she had apparently missed. "Oh golly, yes, I'm so sorry. I know I shouldn't have done that. You won't tell anyone will you?" She reached out and place a beseeching hand on his arm. "Don't worry, Tina, you're secret is safe with me." Ron himself felt a bit flushed with the touch of her hand on his arm. He didn't know what more to say and excused himself. "Yea, well, ok, I've gotta get back to the booth. Make sure you don't leave any stuff behind," referring to a milk carton. He assumed she must have dropped it into the wastebasket, which would be a problem. Once he left Gordon quietly stepped from around the paneling and off the set to join Tina. Tina smiled triumphantly at him. She whispered, "That was kind of close, don't you think?" "Too close," Gordon replied. "You liked it though, didn't you?" He wasn't sure if this was a question or a statement. "Very much so." He leaned down and gave her a tender kiss on the lips. She sank into his arms. They held each other affectionately. After awhile, Gordon whispered. "We better get out of here in case he comes back." Tina gave him a playful pout. "But don't you want to play some more?" Gordon was not so old that he couldn't do it again, but certainly not there. He stroked her back and caressed her little butt, now covered once again with the spank me panties. She continued to tease him. "I haven't even given you any lessons in spanking." He affectionately patted her behind and replied, "That would definitely be impossible here. C'mon, let's go out the back way." They went to the student lounge, this time walking together. When they arrived it was filled with a number of students watching an NCAA basketball game between the Boston Eagles and the Utah Fighting Utes on the TV that was mounted high up on one of the walls. The only place to sit down was at one of the display tables. It was a table at the far side of the room. There were a number of them scattered throughout. They were typically covered with booklets and leaflets regarding social, political, and academic functions. They were at times manned by representatives of whatever function was being promoted. This one was empty. It was perhaps the least comfortable place to sit but it was their only option. "Tina, why don't you grab those two seats while I get us something to drink. What would you like?" "A gingerbread latte." Tina was beaming with happiness that Gordon was walking around with her so openly in public, although she knew that they couldn't let on that there was anything going on between them. She squeezed into one of the chairs behind the table as Gordon got her a drink. He got in beside her when he returned, and soon realized that they were a rather obvious sight. He wouldn't be able to offer any credible explanation for why they were having coffee together in the lounge. He thought that perhaps they should in fact get out of there quickly. On the other hand, nobody was paying any attention to them. The TV was on the wall opposite to their own; all heads were turned to the basketball game, which was apparently exciting. He took the opportunity to reach over and take hold of Tina's hand behind the cloth covering of the table. It was Tina's turn to be surprised. She turned to him with a big appreciative grin. "Gordie!" she whispered and then quickly turned to the television, pretending to be watching the game, still smiling broadly. Gordon held her hand affectionately. Even if somebody did turn around, they wouldn't be able to see that. The table was covered in a drapery cloth that reached the floor on three sides. Anything that went on behind the cloth couldn't be seen. That in fact gave Gordon an even better idea. Just as one of the teams was heading down the court in a fast break attempt to score Gordon let go of her hand, checked to be sure that all eyes were glued to the players streaking down the court, and slipped off his seat and under the table. "Gordie!" Tina again exclaimed, not knowing for sure what he was up to. She felt Gordon's hands on her foot beneath the table. He was unbuckling one of her Mary Janes. This wasn't what she thought he might do under the table but it was still playful fun. When he had unfastened the buckle he removed the little shoe. He admired Tina's tiny foot encased in the white uniform sock. He then grasped the top of her cotton sock and started to pull it off as well. Tina pretended to struggle with him while not giving away to anyone what was going on beneath the table. Once the sock was removed Gordon felt and caressed each of her little toes, beginning with the big toe, eventually reaching the pinkie. Tina grinned. She never considered her feet to be an erogenous zone but his ministrations were definitely making her feel a bit tingly. It was kinda neat having a guy play with each of her toes, wiggling them around, caressing them. He even kissed each one. When he was done he turned his attention to the bottom of her foot, lightly stroking a finger up and down its length. Tina gave a little shriek of laughter and pulled her foot away, being terribly ticklish there. Gordon pulled her foot back. Tina let him do so, although apprehensively. She sipped on her gingerbread coffee, trying to suppress the urge to laugh. Gordon then used the same fingers to lightly trace his away up her ankle, her calf, circling her knee, and then to her thigh. He felt the softness and smoothness of her skin. Tina squirmed a bit in her seat. Gordon placed both hands behind her knees and pulled her closer toward him, so that her bottom was sitting just on the edge of the chair. Tina's heart was pounding. She gave no resistance. She even spread her legs to encourage him further. Gordon reached under her skirt to grasp the waistband of her panties Tina's jaw dropped in surprise. She instinctively reached down to take hold of one of his hands to stop him. She whispered, hopefully loud enough for him to hear, but nobody else. "Gordie, what are you doing? Stop that right now," she commanded, although finding the possibility to be very appealing. Gordon would not be denied. He pulled down on her panties. Apparently, Tina's only choice was to let him remove her panties in the lounge or openly struggle against him. Doing the latter would only yield what she feared from the former: being discovered by the other students in the room. She let go, and then felt her panties to begin slipping down her waist. She even lifted up her bottom to help. Her face flushed with embarrassment and excitement as she felt his fingers and her panties move along her thighs, over her knees, and down her legs to her ankles. She then felt him carefully, tenderly lift each of her feet to remove the panties. She was now sitting in the student lounge with her panties off and her boyfriend (she paused in her thoughts to enjoy the sound of that) sitting between her legs, looking at her completely exposed pussy. She could feel herself getting wet and she blushed with embarrassment at what he probably could see. Gordon saw close up everything he wanted to see. She had a very pretty little cunt. It looked so innocent and vulnerable, yet also very inviting. The peach fuzz provided no effective means of hiding from sight the white, pure rise of soft flesh and delicate slit. Gordon could also tell that she was wet with arousal. He reached in between her thighs and carefully, tenderly drew his finger down the tender slit. "Oh!" Tina exclaimed with the first touch of his finger on her most private of parts, but she didn't move or resist. She grasped her hands together on the table, nervously trying to compose herself as she felt Gordon explore the lips of her cunnie. She opened her legs wider. Gordon ran his finger up and down her slit. He leaned in close so that he could see every detail, studying carefully each fold, furrow, and crease of her young cunt. She was so small. It was so adorable yet womanly; so innocent yet sexual. This was a cupcake that begged to be eaten. He brought his second hand up and used his thumbs to carefully openly her slit. Tina's face turned beet red. She quickly picked up her coffee, trying to distract herself from what was going on but was clearly impossible to ignore. Gordie was actually spreading open her pussy and looking inside? This was so dirty, so naughty, and he was doing it right in front of everyone. He better be sure that the cloth covered everything, because she was essentially spreading her legs, even her pussy, for everyone to see. It was true though that only Gordon could see anything, but he was seeing everything. He could see her clitoral hood with the little button clitoris sticking out as best it could, and the entrance to her very tight vaginal hole. He leaned in and gave her a tender kiss on her clit. "Oh my!" she exclaimed as she was sipping on the coffee, spilling some of it on the table. She felt Gordon's tongue licking her exposed clit. "Oooooohhh!" she squealed, in fact quite openly. But, nobody turned their heads. Nobody seemed even to notice, and it was quite understandable. Everybody was squealing, yelling, groaning, and making all sorts of sounds. With persons in the room rooting for each of the two teams, it seemed like there were always some persons exclaiming pleasure and others groaning in dismay. Tina's exclamations blended in rather nicely, and were in fact rather subdued in comparison to everyone else's. "Oh my, oh my, oh my," she squealed as Gordon's tongue lapped at her pussy and the Boston Eagles passed the ball around the 3-point line, looking for an opening. If someone had noticed Tina, they might have thought that she was just terribly worried that they would get an open shot, or terribly worried that they wouldn't. It wasn't entirely clear which side she was rooting for. Gordon let go of her lips with his right hand so that he could maneuver his index finger into her cunnie. He circled the opening with one of his fingers as he licked and sucked on her clit. His own lips were now getting wetter and wetter with both of their juices but he was enjoying it immensely. He could feel his cock swelling in his pants as he was pleasuring her. His finger moved in very small circles as he pushed it deeper and deeper into her tight hole. "Yes, yes," Tina gasped as Boston hit a three point shot and she felt Gordon's finger push into her cunnie. Half of the room erupted in excitement. It was a very close and exciting game. Gordon had about half of his finger inside of her. He began feeling and pawing the insides of her cunt, screwing it around and around. She was so tight, so wet, and so hot. Tina scrunched down farther on the chair, pushing her hips farther under the table to give him even more room. She resisted the intense urge to meet the movements of his fingers with thrusts of her own hips. She resisted the urge to place her hands on his head so she could press his face, his lips, his tongue tightly against her cunt. But, she did allow herself to openly groan and moan in pleasure, keeping her eyes fixed on the basketball game but her thoughts firmly fixed on the pleasuring of her cunt. "Oh gosh, yes, so close" she said as Utah's shot bounced off the edge of the rim, rebounding into the hands of the Eagles. Gordon pressed his lips against her cunt, pushing down hard on her clit with his tongue as he lapped and massaged the hard little berry. He sucked and licked as he screwed with his finger, which now was almost entirely buried up her cunt. He could feel her squeezing hard on it with the muscles of her cunt, and hear her gasping moans of pleasure above him. "Yes, I think so, it's going to happen, it's cumming" Tina said in open abandonment as Boston streaked toward the basket and their fans screamed for them to score. Instead of going for the easy two the player stopped dead and released a shot with just two seconds left. "Yesssssss!" Tina yelled in orgasmic pleasure as he nailed a three-pointer to win the game at the buzzer. "Oh my, oh yes, so good," Tina gasped as waves of passionate release swept over her body. She closed her eyes and gave herself over to gasping in pounding breaths. She felt like she was erupting in explosions of ecstasy. "This is so great, so wonderful," she sighed as each surge engulfed her. Gordon kept his face pressed tightly against her cunt throughout her orgasm, feeling her cunt spasm with pleasure on his finger. When her body finally went still he pulled back. He stopped to admire his handiwork, or, actually, just to take one last close look of her sweet cunnie, now engorged and sopping wet. He sat back and wiped his lips, cheeks, and chin on the sleeve of his shirt. He then carefully, although awkwardly, put her sock back on her foot and pulled it up. He also slipped her foot back into her shoe and buckled it up. He considered putting her panties back on but felt that would be too difficult. He started to crawl out from under the table. Tina, however, stopped him with her hand. With the game over many people were looking in all sorts of directions, slapping hands in the thrill of victory or glumly sharing the agony of defeat. Fortunately, they replayed the final shot. As everyone turned to look Tina raised the table cloth and signaled Gordie to quickly come out. Nobody saw him retake his seat. It was possible that someone might have noticed that he seemed to appear out of nowhere but this was unlikely, as everyone's attention was focused on the game. Gordon carefully handed Tina's panties over to her behind the drapery of the table. Tina looked at him, smiled, and blushed; this handsome face of Gordie now looking at her had been in between her legs, looking so closely at her cunnie and giving her such intimate pleasure. "I think you lost these, Tina," Gordon whispered. Tina replied, "I think you're kind of a risky guy to get involved with." To be continued . . . - - - - - - - - - - - I sincerely hope you enjoyed it. Again, I am happy to get suggestions for new plots and for ways that it can be improved. And, I want to thank so very much the persons who have taken the time to cast a vote. The encouragement is really very helpful. The Lessons Ch. 19 This is chapter 19 of a series. If you like this story, I encourage you to read earlier chapters as they can help understand characters and context. In any case, please do provide feedback. I would be happy to hear your suggestions for how to improve this story or for additional stories you would like to be developed. - - - - - - - - - - - - - Wendy Meadows arrived early for her appointment with the yearbook photographer, Mr. Wilson. She was very excited. Mr. Peters had told her that he had spoken with Mr. Wilson to arrange a photography session so that she could develop a portfolio. Mr. Wilson even said that he would send some of the better test shots to modeling and advertising agencies. Wendy so much wanted to be a model and she was very grateful to Mr. Peters for setting this up. She never realized that Mr. Wilson had agency connections. Mr. Wilson greeted her at the door to his studio. "You must be Wendy Meadows." "Yes sir," Wendy replied gleefully, even providing a bit of a curtsy. "I'm so very thankful that you're willing to do this. I want to be a model ever so much." "Really dear, it's my pleasure. I'm happy to do it. I wanted to do a test shoot myself with some new equipment. Paying a professional model for this would have been unnecessarily costly. So, we're both helping each other. And, besides, what I see now tells me that you have tremendous potential." "Really?" Wendy beamed with delight. "Oh I so hope so. I want a totally awesome portfolio. Someday I hope to be a Cosmo girl. That would be so amazing!" Her heart pounded with excitement as she entered the studio. She almost dashed into the room. She couldn't wait to get started. Mr. Wilson was sincere in his accolade. Wendy was a very attractive girl. She reminded many of Elle Woods in Legally Blonde. She had Elle's (actually Reese's) shapely legs, thin hips, long wavy blonde hair falling past her shoulders, perfect skin and teeth, little perky nose, and sparkling blue eyes. Given that this was to be a professional photography session she was also allowed to wear makeup, and she was as careful and thorough with her make-up as Elle, including the rich red lipstick. She even had Elle's animated vivaciousness, high pitched voice, and the delightful wiggle in her walk. Wendy had to work at that though, purposely taking somewhat shorter steps and placing her feet a little bit inward rather than just stepping entirely straight forward. It was at first hard and took some concentration but it eventually became natural for her. Perhaps the only distinction between her and Elle Woods was her breasts. Elle Woods' breasts were large, very nicely large, but Wendy's were much larger (38E to be exact). In fact, many of the male students at Templeton referred to her as Wendy Whoppers, a porno star who is herself very pretty with equally thin hips and humongous breasts (80HHH, at their largest). Mr. Wilson's eyes naturally went to Wendy's breasts when he met her at the door, although it was truthfully a delight simply to look into her cheery blue eyes. She had such a gaiety and enthusiasm about her that it was infectious. Her breast size could be a problem for some professional modeling but nevertheless there was plenty of fashion and cosmetic modeling that would not involve her breasts. "What type of pictures would you like?" he asked as he finished setting up the lights and cameras. "This is so truly amazing." Wendy gushed, "Look, there's a set and everything!" Mr. Wilson chuckled at her eagerness. "Well, let's begin with just a few tight head shots. Why don't you touch up your hair while I set this up. There is a make-up table behind the room divider." "Yes sir." Wendy scampered off to the privacy panels, her bottom wiggling with enthusiasm. Wendy was gone for almost a half hour, but Mr. Wilson didn't mind. He needed the time to get familiar with his new equipment. "I'm ready," she announced nervously as she came back around from behind the panels. "Well, my goodness, I didn't think you could get any prettier." It perhaps sounded like a line but he was again being sincere. She had a very natural beauty that was well enhanced with her skillful use of make-up. "Here is your mark," pointing to a spot on the floor. "Would you like to be sitting or standing for this?" "Golly, I don't know, what do you think?" "Well, the only thing in the frame will be your face. So, whichever you would find most comfortable is fine." "Sitting." "Alright then." He brought out a stool and placed it on the mark. "Do you want the main light toward your left or right?" "Oh, gosh, I'm not sure. I mean, what's the difference?" "Well, it's just the angle of lighting. Do you think you're prettier from the left or the right?" "Totally the left," she said confidently. She had studied that in her mirror many, many times. Mr. Peters proceeded to take a series of tight head shots. He was impressed at how photogenic she was. She was a natural in front of the camera. She was confident about her attractiveness, and she smiled easily and comfortably. Her teeth were perfect, her make-up immaculate, her cheeks were a natural rosiness, her eyes and lips glistened in the light. "These will provide some excellent shots for your portfolio, Wendy. I would be surprised if you couldn't get work for some beauty products." "Oh Mr. Wilson, that's perfectly intense." "I take the right though to reserve one of these for the school yearbook." Wendy giggled. "Alright then, let's get some full body shots." Wendy had brought with her a small bag with a few outfits. She didn't want to be in her school uniform. She went behind the partition to put on a more appealing dress. It was perhaps her finest outfit: a light strapless blue belle spring dress, with a mid high waist, held by an Organza sash with dark blue tiering below the waist. She particularly enjoyed abandoning the Mary Janes for her high heels. They made her feel especially grown up and professional. She returned somewhat tentatively from behind the partition but Mr. Wilson greeted her with a broad smile. "You look stunning, Wendy." "Thank you sir." She stepped awkwardly onto the set. Walking in heels didn't come naturally to her, something else she did not have in common with Elle Woods, but she could tell that they helped to highlight her figure. Her heels clicked along the hard wood floor as she got to her mark. Mr. Wilson took a series of shots. She again related well to the camera. She took direction well, following his instructions where to place her hands, arms, and hips in ways that within a photograph would appear to be natural moments in time when in reality they were quite artifactual and even odd poses, particularly when having to keep oneself motionless as he got a good shot. At one point Mr. Wilson had her bending over facing the camera, providing a very revealing look down her cleavage. She smiled demurely, knowing where the eye of Mr. Wilson's camera was focused, or at least perhaps the eyes of Mr. Wilson. He seemed to keep her in this pose for quite a bit of time. "Mr. Wilson, do you think they're too big? " "Excuse me?" "You know, I mean, well, my bosoms." That word sounded so ridiculous to her. It was something her mother would say. She corrected herself. "My breasts," relieved that she could speak more openly. "They aren't too large, are they?" It was particularly awkward asking him this question as they were almost spilling out of the front of her dress. Mr. Wilson also seemed to find the question a bit awkward. He was having difficulty taking his eyes off of her substantial cleavage. He was thinking how nice it would be to reach down inside, to use both hands to reach down the front to grasp hold of both of her luscious globes, but just thinking of this made him feel guilty. Wendy was so much younger than himself. She was less than half his age, and she was one of their students, seeking assistance and help in the pursuit of her career. He shouldn't be having such thoughts. "Uh, no, no, Wendy, of course not." That wasn't a particularly honest answer. He had been caught of guard. His flustered response was evident to Wendy. She smiled meekly, not at all sure that he was being straight with her. Mr. Wilson gathered himself and responded more forthrightly. "Wendy, you should feel very proud of your breasts. Their size will be a problem for some modeling, yes, but your figure is otherwise perfect. Your face, hair, hands, cheeks, lips, teeth, and legs are fantastic. For acting, your entire package is excellent, although I would not recommend trying to go that far." Wendy was reassured. She knew her breasts would be a problem for some jobs but it was good to hear that she was otherwise fine. She even provided a little teasing wiggle of her breasts. She knew that guys liked to look at them. She didn't mind that. Mr. Wilson's eyes widened behind the camera. He took a couple of quick shots. They jiggled so nicely. "What next, Mr. Wilson?" "Do you have any other outfits?" "Well, yes." She hesitated. The spring dress was the only one she was confident about, although she had brought others. She strode back behind the partition, her heels clicking. Mr. Wilson's eyes followed her wagging behind. When she turned the corner she looked back at him and gave him a smile as she disappeared behind the barrier. Mr. Wilson watched her silhouette through the partition as she changed. The room divider did not provide complete privacy, particularly when the back light was on and the lights on the set were off. He turned his lights off. He watched as she removed her dress. Her breasts were noteworthy in silhouette. They stood out so far. They were especially prominent when she was wearing only her bra and panties, as the rest of her figure was quite slim. He watched as she reached behind to unclasp her bra. He could feel his cock swelling in his pants as she bent over to drop the cups from her breasts. He reached down to stroke himself as she stood back up. The jiggling was even evident by silhouette. When she stood back up, amazingly, her breasts still stood out well from her body. He thought that maybe he could even see her nipples in silhouette, but that must have been his imagination. His dick got especially stiff as she slipped off her panties. Just the thought that she was now entirely naked in the same room with him was making him so hard; such a young pretty girl. If only he was still a young man. But, well, even then a girl as attractive as Wendy wouldn't have been interested in him. He was disappointed to see her reach for another brassiere. At least he could see them wiggling again as she bent over to maneuver them into the cups. He squeezed his dick hard but he looked away, feeling guilty about his thoughts. He turned the set lights back on. This was a young student. He was old enough to be her father. 'Grab hold of yourself,' he thought, although that was in fact what he had been doing. He worked on the lights for the next shoot as she finished changing. "Ready Mr. Wilson!" Wendy strode around the partition, this time wearing a red and white, polka dot, lollipop dress, with a red silk sash that went around above her waist, just below her breasts. The red polka dots were accented by a wide red trim collar and hem. The skirt was very short, in fact cut almost to her panties. It was trimmed beyond the red hem with willowy white fluff. It seemed to be a rather unusual choice. Mr. Wilson's jaw dropped. "Isn't it like perfectly awesome? I got it from the costume department. I thought it would be good for my legs." Her face flushed a bit as she spoke of showing off parts of her body to Mr. Wilson. "Yes, yes, I think it's, uh, very good." It was not what he would have selected, but, it did flatter her legs. Wendy turned around and bent over a bit. The skirt rose up to reveal the bottom part of her fanny, encased in white frilly panties that matched well the rest of her outfit. "You don't think it's too revealing, do you?" "No, no, in fact, I think that's an excellent pose right there. Let me get a shot." Wendy placed a finger to her mouth and sweetly smiled as she looked back at him. "Oh good. I was a little worried about this one. I mean, it is awfully short. You can't see anything back there, can you?" Mr. Wilson was focusing the camera right on her soft, smooth thighs and the round cheeks of her pantied bottom poking out from beneath the flirtatious skirt. "See? No, I mean, yes, the camera is focused nicely." "No," Wendy replied. "I mean, uh," she dropped her voice to a whisper. "You can't, you know, see my panties can you?" Mr. Wilson immediately snapped a few pictures. Her meek expression as she looked back at him, providing him with a beautiful view of her gorgeous legs and thighs, as well as a bit of her bottom, encased so sweetly in the sexy panties, made an excellent shot. "No, no, it's fine." It was a lie but he knew that seeing some of the panties provided a much better shot. They focused on poses that emphasized her legs. She didn't mind showing them off, but the skirt was so short that Wendy worried the pictures would be more cheesecake than fashion. Wendy kept pulling on the skirt, trying to keep her panties from showing. "Wendy, what's wrong?" Mr. Wilson inquired. "No biggie, Mr. Wilson. I just should have given more thought to this." She was facing him, pulling down on the front of the skirt. Her effort to hide herself was charming. As she pulled down on the hem to hide her thighs the upper part of the dress was being pulled tightly around her large breasts. Mr. Wilson took pictures as she spoke. "I thought the skirt looked totally perfect in the costume section but I'm afraid it's a little small." "Honey, no, it's actually suppose to be this short. In fact, aren't the panties part of the ensemble?" Wendy became a bit flustered. "Well, yes, but you don't want them to show, do you?" She was surprised at his suggestion. "Certainly dear. You must learn to become more relaxed and confident in front of the camera. Some of the fashions will involve women's undergarments. Modesty is not a virtue in modeling. In fact, you will at times be required to change in front of cameramen, male models, and others who happen to be around when there is simply no time or space to allow for privacy." Wendy knew he was right about that. If she was going to become a model she would have to get over her inhibitions. "Wendy, lift up the front of the skirt so that the camera can see how your undies compliment the skirt." Wendy blushed. "Mr. Wilson, my goodness, you want me to lift up my skirt? I mean, you will totally seem my panties!" "Of course, dear." He reassured her. "But, it is entirely professional. You must learn to get comfortable with this." "Well, alright, but golly." She looked off to the side. Her delicate fingers clutched nervously at the hem of the polka dot skirt. She hesitated, but lifted it up in front, revealing to Mr. Wilson her panties. Mr. Wilson quickly took a few pictures before the redness in her face dissipated. Her bashfulness, along with her panties, made the shot. And, the panties were awfully cute. They were white, trimmed with a frilly border that matched the hem of her skirt. Embroidered throughout were red candy canes. She was an adorable sight, with her thighs clasped shut in a feeble effort to hide the evident mound of her cunnie. "These are excellent pictures, Wendy. The panties beg to be included. It's clear that the candy canes are suppose to be seen with this skirt." "You think so?" She lifted her skirt up higher and looked down so that she could see for herself. This was another good picture: her curiously looking at her own sexy panties. "Alright then, let's try another outfit." "Awesome!" Wendy went behind the partition to put on another outfit. Mr. Wilson forced himself this time to avoid watching her change. When she returned she was wearing a harem girl's outfit, like Barbara Eden wore on I Dream of Jeannie. Wendy was smiling as she scampered up to Mr. Wilson. Her breasts were very well displayed in this outfit. "How do you want me?" Wendy asked. Mr. Wilson remembered the manner in which he wanted Barbara Eden when he was a teenager, but he quickly got that out of his mind. There was a problem though with this outfit. The thin cloth that enclosed her breasts was transparent. "I'm afraid Wendy that the bra beneath the top won't work. It rather spoils the effect, don't you think? I mean no harem girl would actually be wearing a brassiere." "Oh!" She was momentarily nonplused, but quickly attempted to display a professionalism. "No biggie. How silly of me." She turned around, pulled down the silk straps of her top and removed the bra. Covering her naked breasts with one hand, she tossed the bra over the partition. Mr. Peters took the opportunity of her back being turned to adjust his cock within his slacks. Wendy pulled up her straps and turned to face Mr. Wilson. Mr. Wilson now had a very good view of her large breasts through the diaphanous material. She was a very sexy sight. She had such a pretty, innocent face, yet thrusting out beneath were two luscious globes of sexual pleasure. The gossamer fabric did little to hide them. Wendy also had a very nice tan which only exaggerated the virginal whiteness of her breasts. It was a part of her that rarely saw the light of day. Even her nipples were evident, like little pointed peaks poking up from twin mountains. Wendy looked down at herself apprehensively. "You don't think that they are now too exposed, though, do you Mr. Wilson?" "Not at all, Wendy," Mr. Wilson reassured her. "They show the outfit well. These pictures will be excellent. Any designer with a fashion that highlights the bosom can now see who will successfully sell it." "Wow, that's completely brilliant!" "Wendy, you know, rather than try to hide your, um, your breasts, perhaps you should actually try to use them to your advantage?" "Do you really think so, Mr. Wilson?" she asked. He snapped another candid shot of her face. Her eyes were sparkling nicely in the light; her lashes fluttering delicately. "Of course, dear. Your breasts are one of your greatest assets. Rather than secret them away, you should put them out in front of you with pride." "Really?" On the one hand, this sounded like a good idea. She had no difficulty showing them off to the boys, when she was dressed. She knew they liked them a lot, and she had been worried that they would be a serious problem for modeling. Mr. Wilson's suggestion that they might even be good for her career was exciting to contemplate. Still, she wasn't sure. "Here, I want you to try something. Grasp your breasts with your two hands and lift them up." "Mr. Wilson! I can't do that. That is a biggie. Not in front of you." "It's not for me, Wendy, it's for the camera. You must remember that. I am not even here." It was a good lesson but hard to learn. She was posing for the camera, not for him. Nevertheless, it wasn't easy ignoring the fact that a grown man like Mr. Wilson was behind the camera, and he was even a fairly good looking man. If he wasn't so totally attractive she could ignore the implications of holding up her boobies, but with Mr. Wilson she couldn't help but feel that she was holding them up for him. Well, she should do it. He was the professional, and he was probably giving her good advice. She looked down at the floor, grasped her ample breasts with her hands, and lifted them up. All she could think about was when she had to do this in Mr. Peters' class. That had been a very difficult experience, although, actually it had ended well (see Chapter 4). At least this time they were still covered. Mr. Wilson's dick swelled further. Her breasts looked so inviting as she pointed her nipples at him. With her eyes averted he could safely shift his cock again. He needed to as he was developing a full erection. He took a few pictures. Her embarrassment was good for the picture, but he wanted her to look straight into the camera as well. Her pretty, sparkling eyes should not be wasted. "That's nice, Wendy, but the camera is over here. Look right into the lens, as if nobody is here but the person you want to please with your young, full, beautiful breasts." The Lessons Ch. 19 Wendy flushed and shifted her eyes to the camera. Looking into the lens helped. She imagined that Mr. Wilson wasn't there, that she was showing her breasts to a future husband. She giggled to herself over that thought. She didn't even have a boyfriend, at least not now. The only guy she really loved right now was her father. She giggled out loud thinking about showing him her breasts. 'He would just like totally die,' she thought. Mr. Wilson didn't know what she was thinking about but it was clearly working. Her eyes were sparkling with glee, her lashes fluttering with a titillating arousal as she showed off her huge mounds. At the moment she didn't seem at all inhibited. She even seemed a bit excited. Her nipples were notably erect, poking out hard through the thin cotton. He snapped a few pictures. "Excellent," he said. "Why don't you now lift them out of the top so the camera can clearly see them." "Mr. Wilson!" She bit on her lip. She hadn't come to him for those type of pictures. "I don't know about that, Mr. Wilson." She let go of her breasts and even modestly placed her hands on each one to emphasize the point. "I don't think I'm ready for anything like that." Mr. Wilson stepped back from the camera's viewing lens. "Oh, Wendy, that's fine. I certainly understand. My connections are in any case with more traditional modeling. I just thought that you were posing so well that you might be interested in expanding your portfolio to include a bit of simple cheesecake. If you're not interested that's fine. We can stick with the more traditional portfolio." Wendy sat on the stool for awhile, still clasping her breasts in her hands. Mr. Wilson took a picture of that, as the effect of her hands crushed against them was in fact rather seductive. Wendy thought about this for awhile, as Mr. Wilson continued to take pictures of her clutching her big boobs. Maybe a few cheesecake photos wouldn't be so bad. There's no harm keeping your options open and, besides, her breasts might be particularly good for those kind of pictures. She wanted to be a professional model. She needed to get comfortable about this. Even the most successful movie stars do nude scenes. Even Reese Witherspoon has revealed her breasts! "Well, uh, maybe I could, you know, try a couple of them," she suggested tentatively. "No, really Wendy, it's fine. I can tell you're uncomfortable with this." Mr. Wilson was not trying to compel her to go further. He was in fact ambivalent himself. He had never taken any such pictures before, at least with one of the students. He realized that he might in fact be breaking some sort of school policy. "But I want to, Mr. Wilson." She let go of one of her breasts and reached out to grasp his arm. "I want to try that kind of thing too. I mean, if you'll help." How could he resist those sweet eyes? And, her breasts, so evident again through the sheer fabric, were hard to resist. "Alright, if you wish." He cleared his throat and adjusted the camera. "You won't show anything of these to my parents though, will you?" she asked with a worried look. He certainly had no intention of that. "Of course not, dear. You're old enough to be doing this without their permission. They don't have any legal right to your portfolio." Wendy thought of something else. "Or anyone else at Templeton? I mean, like, any of the other teachers?" Mr. Wilson understood her concern and, frankly, she was not the only one who wanted this to be a secret. He stopped his work to gently touch her cheek in reassurance. "Don't worry dear. It will be our little secret." Wendy smiled. "Ok then!" she said gleefully. Now that she had decided to do it, the thought of a few naughty, cheesecake photos was even sounding a bit titillating. "This is like perfectly awesome. What should I do first?" Mr. Wilson knew what he should do first but he felt that he could wait until after the shoot was finished. "Well, given where we are right now, let's start first with a few shots of your, uh, breasts, outside of the top." "Mr. Wilson," Wendy whispered in a feigned flirtation, although also feeling very nervous through her smile. She took a big sigh and reached into the flimsy top to pull out her voluptuous globes. She kept her hands covering them. "Good choice, Wendy. A few shots with your hands covering the nipples would be excellent. See, you take to this naturally." She hadn't been intending to provide a pose, but it was nice to hear that she didn't have to show her nipples, at least not yet. Mr. Wilson took a few shots. Her face was almost beet red, and her effort to hide such large mounds of sexy balloons with her little hands was alluring. "Wendy, now hide the nipples just with the tips of two fingers." Wendy looked down but cooperated. She knew that this pose was more flirtatious than modest, but it was also fun. Her nipples were so hard beneath her fingers, and her effort to cover them had the effect of stimulating them further. She was actually having trouble hiding them. They kept popping out. Mr. Wilson teased her. "Looks like they want their picture taken." She giggled. Her breasts jiggled with her tittering. She smiled at him. He got that shot. 'Man, they are a sight to behold,' thought Mr. Wilson. 'If only some accident like this had happened to Barbara Eden.' "They are absolutely wonderful, Wendy. I mean it. They are the finest breasts I have ever seen." Wendy blushed with pride. She was feeling more relaxed. She removed her hands. She even jutted her chest out a bit. She was beginning to like the fact that Mr. Wilson was admiring them. She was now showing them to him, not to the camera. "That's a good girl. Now, let's get some poses." Mr. Wilson proceeded to get a series of cheesecake photos. Wendy took to the task like a trooper. She ran through the traditional shots, such as hands behind the head, thrusting out her breasts. She liked that one a lot. Arms outstretched. Arms folded beneath them, their roundness framed by the straight lines of her arms. Her hands again cupping them, but this time with nothing to hide them. As she proceeded through cheesecake poses the warmth in her face was being replaced by a warmth between her legs. Mr. Wilson's cock maintained a steady erection. His mouth went dry, focusing the camera on those gorgeous peaks. They were incredibly firm and upright for their size. They would bounce around as she got into a new pose, but then sit still and perk up nicely for the camera. He wanted so much to touch them. Her nipples, however, had gone down with the heat of the lights. "I wonder if you could get your nipples to be a bit stiffer, Wendy. The picture is much better with the contrasting effect of the white curves of your bosom and the red stiff points of the nipples." Wendy blushed with his words, but she knew he was right. "No biggie. Maybe I could pinch them a bit?" That might work but she didn't want to be actually playing with herself in front of Mr. Wilson, as if she was doing something sexual. This was a professional modeling shoot, not a sex show or anything like that. She hesitated. "Here, I will help you." Without giving her any time to object Mr. Wilson reached over and pinched a nipple. "Mr. Wilson!" Wendy protested but did not pull away. This seemed awfully personal to her, even inappropriate. After all, he was one of the faculty. Mr. Wilson began to flick, tickle, and pinch her nipples. It worked. They quickly perked up nice and stiff. Mr. Wilson though continued for a bit longer than necessary. He even gently cupped one of her large boobs in his hand as he worked the nipple. She felt so large. The weight in his hand was surprising. He never imagined a breast actually being heavy, but it was a soft, globular, nice kind of heavy. He thought of bouncing it in his hand but he resisted. He went back to the camera. "Oh yes, that's much better." He snapped a few shots as she pushed out her chest to show her stiff nipples poking out from her big boobs. "Now you pinch them as well." Wendy complied. This was feeling like a bit more than cheesecake but it was also fun. She was glad for the excuse to be able to play with them. The warmth of the lights, the feel of her hands on her nipples, and the fact that she was showing off her boobs to a man who said they were the most beautiful he had ever seen, were all having an obvious effect. All of this was going to her head or, more accurately, to some place much lower, making her feel a bit warm and aroused. "Try lifting them up by the nipples." This was hard to do. They were so heavy. Her nipples kept slipping out from between her thumb and finger. She felt a bit self-conscious about how much they bounced and wiggled, like huge water balloons. Mr. Wilson, though, felt that these were good shots. He was taking lots of pictures as she tried to pick them up higher and higher. "Alright, how about some off of the stool." She got off the stool, feeling a little flushed. He pulled the stool off to the side. "Here, same spot, but now on your knees, looking up into the camera. Imagine the camera is your lover and you want him to admire your breasts." She got down onto her knees and cupped her breasts in her hands. She even used her thumbs to play a bit with the nipples as she smiled seductively up to Mr. Wilson, or more accurately, the camera. She knew she was getting excited. She then noticed though that so was he. She hadn't really been paying any attention before, keeping her eyes focused on his camera. But, in this position she looked up past his crotch, and he clearly had something sticking out hard in his pants. She felt her face turn red. Mr. Wilson saw her blush and quickly took a few shots. An expression of embarrassed seduction was very appealing on Wendy. He decided to take it to the next step. "Alright, now Wendy, let's try a few without the dress." Wendy instinctively froze. Her hands again covered her breasts, although again ineffectively. "Mr. Wilson, I don't think I can go any further. I mean, I thought I could. I was going to do that. But, I'm not so sure now." Mr. Wilson was a bit surprised. Frankly, it wasn't really surprising in principle for her to say no but she had seemed to be getting into it rather well. Something seems to have changed her mind. "What's wrong, dear? You were doing so well. What seems to have happened?" She first looked into his eyes. "Mr. Wilson, um, I don't know what to say, but, gosh." She looked down at his trousers and pointed at the offending protrusion. "Are you getting a little excited?" She got back onto her feet. It was a bit difficult though standing back up while clutching her boobs. Mr. Wilson looked down at his crotch. He couldn't deny what was so clearly obvious. He was more than a little excited. "I am awfully sorry, Wendy. That is so unprofessional of me. I tell you what. I will remove my trousers as well. That way both of us will be in our underwear." Wendy's jaw dropped in shock. That hardly sounded like a good idea to her. It sounded like just the opposite of a good idea. It certainly wasn't what she expected. She bent over, trying so hard now with all of her arms and hands to hide her naked breasts that had clearly given Mr. Wilson his erection. "But Mr. Wilson, that will be even worse. I mean, like, I can already see your penis poking through your slacks. Won't it be, like, even more obvious with your pants off?" "Well, yes, Wendy, but that's precisely the point. You don't think I'm not embarrassed about this? I'm a professional. I should not be reacting like this, but you're such a gorgeous creature that I just can't help myself." Wendy tried to think of a good quick response. She couldn't come up with one right away. "Wendy, is it any different from your own nipples? They are themselves quite erect. In fact, aren't we both a bit embarrassed about this?" Well, that certainly was true. Wendy was feeling very embarrassed about having Mr. Wilson see her erect nipples. Maybe he was equally embarrassed about showing her his erect penis. He wouldn't be showing it to her because he liked it. He would be showing it to her to share her feelings of embarrassment. And, besides, it was kinda her fault that he had gotten an erection. It wasn't like he was trying to do it on purpose. "And, frankly dear, by this time in a shoot, I am usually wearing gym shorts anyway. This room has become awfully warm, don't you think?" Wendy smiled. Boy, that was certainly true. "Well, alright then, but you're not going to try any sort of funny stuff, are you?" "Certainly not. You know, if anything, this might take care of the problem." He started to take his pants off. Wendy watched nervously. "By the time we are through the next shoot I will likely have gone down, as I'm the one who is going to be most embarrassed by this." Mr. Wilson removed his slacks. He stood by the camera, his fully erect cock poking out his boxers like a tent pole. He spread his arms to his sides. "You see?" "Yes, Mr. Wilson! Yes, like, I can see it very well," Wendy exclaimed, not getting his point but clearly seeing his point, pointed right at her. "Yes, don't you think I look a bit silly like this? I mean, I am a professional photographer. I must be at least twice your age. And, here I am, standing in front of you like a child with a big stiffy." Wendy chortled. It was kind of funny when you thought about it like that. He did look a bit silly. She didn't feel threatened. He even seemed a bit dippy. He was wearing boxers with little pictures of golf clubs, bags, and balls. He now reminded her of her father. Her father was a golf addict. She put a hand to her mouth and stifled a giggle, thinking about catching her dad like this with a boner. She again pointed at his erection, this time with amusement rather than accusation. "Is that a 5-iron Mr. Wilson or just a putter?" "Very funny, Wendy. Now lets get back to work. Off with the dress." "Ohhhh," Wendy whined, but reluctantly complied. She turned her back to Mr. Wilson and undid her flowing skirt. Mr. Wilson continued to take pictures. She looked back at him when all that was left to do was to drop the material. She had such an appealing expression, a last minute expression of uncomfortable ambivalence, which made for another good shot. She dropped the cloth, turned away, and covered her face as Mr. Wilson admired her bottom. She was wearing pink side-tie thongs. Mr. Wilson was surprised. They were much more revealing than he would have expected, but they went well with the harem dress. He doubted that they were of the same period as a harem outfit but Mr. Wilson wasn't too sure what the appropriate attire would be back then other than no panties at all. In any case, they were more than sexy enough. All of her firm, well-rounded white cheeks were fully exposed. A thin strap ran down the crack of her ass, disappearing inside and then widening at the bottom to hug the rise of her deliciously feminine mound. The contrast of her small derriere with ample breasts could not be more striking. With her eyes covered Mr. Wilson took the opportunity to briefly touch himself. He was glad that his slacks were off. Feeling his erect cock through just his cotton boxers was much more pleasurable. However, back to work: "Let's see those sparkling eyes!" Wendy uncovered her face and timidly, painfully looked back at him. She gave a clearly strained smile. It was adorable. He took a couple of pictures. "Alright, good, Wendy, now turn around, let's see that full figure." "Oh Mr. Wilson, really, like this? Maybe if I put on a different pair?" "No, no honey, these are perfect. C'mon now, let's see that professionalism." "Alright sir," she replied quietly. She turned to face him. She kept her hands clasped in front of her vaginal area. If a man could cum without touching himself Mr. Wilson knew he would have an accident in his studio. Her nervous, uncomfortable modesty while displaying such huge luscious breasts was too much. With her hands demurely covering the personal area of her cunnie her arms were nicely pushing in her breasts. The enhanced cleavage was fantastic as the breasts appeared to swell further out. "Let's get some close-ups of that pretty face." Wendy was relieved. She was worried that he would want her to take away her hands from her panties. Head shots wouldn't show anything, although she thought that they had already taken plenty of those. "Let's see. First, get down on your hands and knees, facing away from me." Wendy hesitated. "Well, um, alright sir." She got down on the floor, although she first tightened the straps of her thong. The thought of it coming undone was very scary, particularly in this pose. Her bottom was poking right out at him and the thong did little to hide her. This was getting really embarrassing. She was surprised and relieved though that Mr. Wilson didn't take a picture of her upraised bottom. He instead stood above her, his legs on either side of her body. As he got into position, the stiff cock in his boxers waved to the left and right, as if it was trying to find a way out. Wendy wanted to look away but she couldn't help but look, at least a little bit. She could even make out the contours of the round bulb at the end. She wondered if it might pop out. When he was in position he squatted down. "Alright dear, now look back at the camera." She was glad for the instruction to take her eyes off of his erection. There was a part of her that wanted to look, but it also made her uncomfortable to see it sticking out so far like that. She looked into the lens, trying to imagine, or to forget, that Mr. Wilson had a big stiffy just a few inches from her bottom. Mr. Wilson snapped a few pictures. These shots contained the endearing prettiness of Wendy's face but also provided a more vulnerable, girlish quality with her uneasy, distressed expression. He moved his legs back a bit and dropped down further. "Move your shoulders down farther and your bottom up higher, this will give us a better head frame," Mr. Wilson instructed, as he kept dropping his hips down until he could feel the head of his cock touch the bare skin of her little bottom rising up to him. He suppressed a smile when he felt the contact. Wendy's mouth opened wide in shock and fear with the contact. Mr. Wilson took a few quick shots. 'My goodness,' she thought to herself, 'His stiffy is touching me!' She wondered if she should say something, but she kept the information to herself, not wanting to appear unprofessional. She could even feel it softly moving up and down her bottom, as if Mr. Wilson was purposely trying to stimulate himself. Mr. Wilson pulled back. Wendy's eyes instantly went to his boxers. It couldn't be possible but he seemed to be even bigger. It looked now a bit menacing rather than comical as it pushed so hard against the thin fabric. "Alright, now I want you to sit up on your knees, facing away from me." Wendy complied, placing one hand on the strap of her thong to be sure it held. "Spread your legs wide apart, without dropping down too much." Wendy followed his instructions. She wondered if her thong was wide enough to hide herself, down there. She was real glad that she shaved the night before. She understood that many models shaved themselves so that no unsightly hairs would poke out from bathing suits and lingerie. 'Boy, they were right about that,' she thought. Mr. Wilson got on his back and scrunched his way through her legs. He paused for a moment when he was right beneath her cunnie. He was just inches away. He could clearly see the outline of her sweet, young cunnie. The thin cloth barely covered her labia. The panties looked to be little more than just a layering of color as the slit was very evident. He didn't want to overstay his welcome though and he slid up further so that he was looking up at her face, just past her considerable breasts. Her boobs looked huge from this perspective. One could just make out her pretty eyes and flushed cheeks in between the large white mounds. "Wendy, this is an excellent shot. Perhaps your two greatest assets in one shot. Your adorably pretty face framed by your wonderful breasts. I'm sure this will be a winner." He took a few shots. The Lessons Ch. 19 Wendy smiled in appreciation. She was genuinely flattered and pleased, as well as being relieved that his stiff thing wasn't touching her anymore. Mr. Wilson slid further, going well past her cunnie. Wendy was further relieved. She had the horrible thought that he might even want to take some close-up pictures of her pubic area. "Wendy, place your hands on either side of my face and lean down toward me, and keep giving the camera that sweetheart smile," he said encouragingly. This pose really accentuated her breasts. They hung down well, swinging beneath her like two bloated water balloons. Mr. Wilson told her to swing her shoulders as she moved toward and away from him. Her nipples were at times just inches from the lens, as her boobs swung back and forth. He couldn't help but think about putting his cock in between these huge, luscious overhanging globes. They must feel so nice, so soft, fleshy, and warm. Wendy was beginning to enjoy this. She so very much liked her breasts and this seemed to be rather innocent, playful fun. This was what she thought cheesecake would be like. "This is like totally cool!" She got into it, giving big swings of her tits, occasionally even hitting the lens. He couldn't help himself. "Wendy, keep your eyes glued on the lens," he instructed. He then reached down in between her legs for his dick. He squeezed it as she waved and jiggled her luscious boobs just inches away from his lips. It was like he was at a topless strip club, with the option of being able to touch himself. Suddenly, his dick popped out through the flap in his boxers. He froze. He wasn't sure what to do. Fortunately, she was keeping her eyes on the lens. She wouldn't notice. He even took the opportunity to take a few shots down through her breasts of his own erect cock. His cock looked nice between those pendent globes. He was getting deliriously aroused. "Do you like this, Mr. Wilson?" Wendy gleefully asked. "Am I swinging them good?" "Awesomely, Wendy. Here, wait a second. Stop a second." He set the camera on his chest and reached up to grasp hold of her breasts. "Oh," Wendy exclaimed, a look of surprise on her face. "I want to see if I can position them a bit." He took the opportunity to feel and mold them. They were an amazing handful; actually, a lot more than a handful. So soft, full, pliant. He even tweaked her nipples. They were already nicely erect but his flicking was helpful. Wendy felt that this was getting a bit too personal. But, still, his hands did feel nice. She was feeling excited again. She had to admit that she liked how her nipples stiffened up. She swung her breasts above his face as he was playing with them. She was even feeling a bit seductive. They looked each other in the eye and smiled. "Good girl," he said, reached for his camera, and took a few more pictures. "Keep your eyes on the lens, dear." As she looked deeply into the camera, expressing her youthful lust through her eyes, he pulled the strap to release the bow knot holding up her thong. It quickly came undone and fell off onto his stomach. "Oh my goodness!" Wendy exclaimed, swiftly reaching down to grab her panties. Mr. Wilson's hand though was closer and got the thong before she could get her hand on it. He pulled it up. "Oh my, what happened here? I guess it came undone with all that wiggling." Wendy blushed profusely. She covered her pussy with her hand. "Don't look down there, Mr. Wilson! I don't have anything on at all anymore. I'm like, you know, perfectly naked." Mr. Wilson smiled reassuringly. "It's alright, Wendy. We're both adults here, doing a job. It's fine. I've seen plenty of vaginas in my career. You have nothing to be embarrassed about." "Oh golly, Mr. Wilson. I wasn't thinking I would show you that." "Well, let me just take this picture here." The shot of her kneeling above him, breasts falling down, legs spread, and hand demurely hiding her cunnie, with his erect cock jutting up behind her, was quite appealing, to say the least. He took a couple of shots of her face. "I tell you what, bring your hands back to your breasts, but I won't take any pictures of you, down there, unless, of course, you want me to." He smiled reassuringly. She smiled back. "Ok, I guess that would be ok. But, um, you won't laugh, or anything, you know." Mr. Wilson was sincerely perplexed. "Honey, why would I do that?" Wendy looked away, not wanting to explain this to him. "Well, you know, I, um, I heard that models, professional models, you know, shave themselves down there before a job and so." Mr. Wilson smiled. Now he had to look at it. "Well, of course, Wendy, I was assuming you would. In fact, I think they are especially attractive that way. All the great models do that." "Really, sir?" she asked, hoping that this was in fact true. If it wasn't, then she was certainly making a big fool of herself. "Now let's take a look at the cute little puppy of yours." "Mr. Wilson!" She never heard anyone call it that before. She moved her hand from her cunnie to her mouth, biting on a finger as he looked at her hairless pussy. He wasn't lying about how pretty it looked. Wendy did not have much hair in the first place, and now it was a smooth rising mound with a cute tender slit traversing the center. The fact that he could also see the equally smooth, engorged red head of his cock pointing toward her cunt put a nice exclamation point on the picture. This would have made a good shot, but he had promised her. He could see moisture though glistening along the rim of her slit. Mr. Wilson could tell that she was enjoying this. "Wendy, it's very pretty. One of the prettiest I've ever seen." He wasn't lying. Wendy blushed with appreciation. She whispered, "Thank you, Mr. Wilson. Do you really like it?" "It's so lovely this way, Wendy. So engaging, sweet, fetching, enticing." "Mr. Wilson!" Wendy giggled at his compliments. "Alright then." Mr. Wilson took some pictures of her giggly smile, twinkling eyes, and flushed cheeks as she basked in the delight of having a man talk about her attractive, little pussy. "Wendy, sit back down on my lap." "Sure," she said, feeling so naughty and excited, her bare pussy so openly spread in front of him. For the moment she had forgotten about his erection but she was rudely reminded when she flopped down on him. "Oh my gosh!" she yelled and quickly sat back up. Her bare cunnie had sat right down on his bare dick. It was a moment of pure delight for Mr. Wilson but a shock to Wendy. No penis had ever touched her there before, and certainly no penis of a grown man like Mr. Wilson. She jumped back like she had sat on a hot iron, which to some extent she had. Mr. Wilson laughed, conveying that there was nothing to get upset about. "I'm sorry, Wendy, I guess it just popped out. Wow, that was quite a surprise, wasn't it," he said sympathetically. "Goodness yes, Mr. Wilson. I mean geeez." She slid back and looked down between her legs. There it was, just past her bare pussy lips, poking up in the air, his big, stiff engorged cock. She was surprised that she actually was able to look at it. And, now, she couldn't take her eyes off of it. It did look very sexy. It's head was all swollen and purple. It was like a big skin club, with a purple crown on the end. "I guess we both had our own wardrobe malfunctions." Wendy giggled at that, her eyes fixed on his cock. It seemed to be waving around a bit. "Well, it's out now. No point trying to hide it. Why don't you sit back down again." Wendy looked at Mr. Wilson. "Right on top of it?" She was incredulous at the suggestion. "Well, Wendy, we can use the accidents to our advantage. Would you think that you could simply ignore the fact that your, uh, vagina, was resting on my erect penis?" "Duh! Totally not, Mr. Wilson." "Good. The emotions that the contact will generate will be a goldmine for your portfolio. You won't have to fake your emotions. You will be flush with all sorts of feelings." "Golly I don't know, Mr. Wilson. If my parents knew about this." "Wendy, your parents aren't here right now and, besides, you don't need their permission. You trust your professional judgment." Wendy thought for a bit, her eyes turning back to his swollen dick. She scrunched her eyes shut, let out a big whine, and slowly sat back down, like she was going to sit her bare fanny on a cold, wet stadium seat. As soon as she made contact she again covered her face. "Oh my, Mr. Wilson!" He took a series of shots, although he couldn't get both her cunt and her face in the same frame. He wished he had set up a remote. He said softly, "Take your hands away, Wendy." "Yes sir," she said, but didn't do it right away. She paused, sighed and then slowly removed her hands, the camera clicking away. She could feel herself getting wet between her legs. She wondered if he could feel it as well. She was actually sitting her bare pussy on a man's, a grown man's, big erect cock. Her breathing accelerated. Goodness, she realized. Her feelings were changing from fright to excitement. Mr. Wilson was right. This was stirring up all sorts of feelings. She again placed her hands on either side of his head, leaning down over him as she waved her breasts across the camera lens. She moved her body seductively above him. This was becoming very exciting. She began to subtly move her hips, rubbing her cunt lips on his erect cock. "That's good, Wendy, keep it up, work the camera." Wendy gave him a sultry, aroused expression. She licked her lips. She rubbed her cunt up and down his shaft. It felt real good, totally awesome good. She had masturbated before. She would never admit it to anyone, but she had done it, and this was so much better. His stiff, thick cock felt so good against her cunt lips. She could feel her lips parting to take more and more of the shaft inside. She closed her eyes, and openly slid her cunt up and down the thick trunk of his cock. She worked her hips, rubbing her hard clit against his equally stiff and now wet dick. With her eyes closed, Mr. Wilson quietly put the camera aside. He reached up, grasped hold of her breasts, and squeezed them. He fondled and massaged them, explored their size, their softness, their pliability. He had never felt such large breasts before, and never breasts this young, at least since he was so young himself. "Mr. Wilson," Wendy murmured under her heavy breathing. "Perfectly wonderful," she whispered. Mr. Wilson moved his hips in unison with her own. He could see how aroused she was getting. Her cunt felt hot and his cock was now slick with her wetness. He squeezed hard on her breasts. She sighed with passion. He grasped one breast by the nipple, pinching it as he continued to massage and fondle the other. "Your breasts are so gorgeous Wendy, and you feel so good down there." "Oh Mr. Wilson," she whispered, her eyes clasped shut as she allowed herself to enjoy the sensual, lustful feelings. "I think, I think something, oh my." Her breathing became more rapid, she ground her cunt harder down on the shaft of his cock. Mr. Wilson whispered, "Just let the feelings come, Wendy. Go with the feelings of the moment, let your body speak for you." "Yes sir," she whispered. She turned her face away as she ground her hips down onto his stiff cock, masturbating her cunt on his dick. She began to thrust more fiercely, as if she was home, by herself, in her bed, her parents long since asleep and unaware that their innocent daughter was thrusting her hips in lustful, bestial passion, trying to make herself cum, to explode in a licentious fury, and, now, she was doing it right in front of one of her instructors, right on the naked cock of Mr. Wilson, his hands on her boobs, feeling and squeezing her boobs as she rubbed and squirmed her cunt on his cock. "Oh gosh Mr. Wilson!" He quickly let go and grabbed the camera, snapping away pictures of her face as her orgasm swept over her. It felt so good. Waves of passion, sweeping flows of pleasure, swamping her in a delirious state of enchantment. She could hear the camera clicking, but she didn't mind. She gave him a sweet smile, her eyes at first remaining closed in blissful relief as he caught her raptured state forever on film, then opening in a sparkling haze of blissful pleasure. It was all caught on film. When she was done her exhausted eyes closed again. She remained above him for awhile, catching her breath. She opened her eyes. She smiled. "Those were wonderful shots, Wendy. I think the best I have ever taken." Wendy blushed. "Mr. Wilson," she whispered, now feeling a bit embarrassed, but happy that he did it, it had been so nice, so good. She wondered. "Mr. Wilson, did you? Um, you know, did you do it too?" He chuckled. "No, I'm afraid not, dear. I needed to remain the professional, you know, getting the good shots." She giggled, her breasts jiggling. "Well, that doesn't really seem fair." "I suppose not, but it was worth it." She fell down onto his chest and hugged him. He kissed her on the cheek. She kissed him on the lips. Her large breasts covered his own chest. They felt so good, like luscious fleshy, heavy pillows. It wouldn't take much to make him cum, he was certain of that. She laid her head in the crook of his neck and whispered, "I can take care of you, you know, if you want." He thought about it, not whether to do it, but how to do it. "We could do one last shot," so to speak. "Whatever you want, Mr. Wilson" she said softly. That was an offer he could not refuse. "Alright, well, you need to get back onto your knees." She wouldn't move. She hugged him closer. "Really? Now? Can't we just stay like this, for awhile?" He fondly ran his finger along her bare back. He felt her fanny, the crack of her ass. He couldn't believe how nice those huge breasts felt against his chest. Her soft breathing so evident by their rise and fall. He didn't mind staying like this for awhile. He could in fact stay like this for quite awhile, a young gorgeous, full chested, naked girl lying across his body, while he caressed and explored her figure. He said, "Take your time." And so she did. But, eventually, she looked at him and said, "Your turn now, Mr. Wilson." He stood up in front of her. His cock was now a bit limp, but he could feel the pressure within his balls. "Grasp it in your hand, Wendy." "Yes sir," she gleefully replied. Her inhibitions were now largely gone. She knew what he wanted her to do. She had done it before. She even did it for Billy once, although that had been a very unpleasant experience (see Chapter 5). She began to move her hand slowly up and down the shaft. She watched it fondly with her eyes. He quickly returned to a full erection. "Awesome," she said with sincere admiration. "Perfectly brilliant." Mr. Wilson aimed the camera and took a picture of her sparkling blue eyes gazing sweetly at his cock as she jerked him off. She froze as she heard the click of the shutter. She looked up at him. "You're going to take pictures of this?" This certainly was not cheesecake. "Well, yes, dear, of course. If you don't like them, we can always take me out of the picture digitally. Think of it as a prop that will draw out more feelings and emotions. Once we have the reactions the prop need not even appear in the picture." "Nobody will see these pictures, will they?" she asked, still holding firmly onto his cock. "I will never show any pictures of you to anyone without your permission," and he was quite honest about that. "Ok, if you promise," she gave him a disapproving but playful frown. She resumed her stroking. She smiled. She did like playing with it. It felt so big in her hand. She had never seen one this big before or, at least, never one this big in her own hand. It felt so strong, so masculine, so powerful. She liked how the firm grip of his shaft with her soft, tender fingers seemed to please him so much, his dick swelling and twitching. She brought in her other hand, gripping the entire staff with both hands, sliding them up and down. She could see the plum head all swollen and engorged with blood, and she could smell his musky manliness, maybe even some cum, in the hot air of the studio. She increased the rate of the pounding of her fists. Her breasts heaved with excitement at what she was doing. They bounced and jiggled with her jerking labor. She gazed intently at the head of his cock. Suddenly, white cum gushed from the tip and splatted her cheek and nose. Her mouth opened in wonder. Mr. Wilson continued to take shots. With his orgasm it was not easy to maintain his attention. He concentrated on getting her hands, his cock, and her face in the frame. She instinctively jerked away when the first shot splat on her face. He yelled, "Don't let go, keep jerking it." She closed her eyes and kept pounding on his cock. She squealed, "Totally awesome, Mr. Wilson," as shot after shot of cum splashed across her face, his camera in high speed to catch each shot in the air and each splat as it hit. His dick covered her face in cum. Long ropes of cum streaked through the air and landed across her forehead, eyes, cheeks, nose, and lips. She was covered in gobs and lines of sticky, sloppy white slop. When he was done he pulled back, getting a few good shots of her hands releasing from his dick. Her fingers were covered in cum as well, leaving behind a temporary, fragile trail of sticky, viscous cum looping in the air as his dick and her hands slowly parted. He stood back and took a few shots of her cum covered face, the jism dripping and sliding down in a slimy mess. "Open your eyes, Wendy." "Not like this, Mr. Wilson!" "It's ok, it won't hurt you, and it will be a good shot." She cautiously opened one eye, squinting through a line of cum that draped down from her forehead, across her eyelash, and onto her cheek. She smiled at him. "Do you think one of these would be good for the yearbook?" Mr. Wilson had to laugh at that. As he continued to take shots of her cum soaked face, one large wad slowly grew in size hanging from her chin as it collected more jism. It eventually broke away and splat on her boob. Wendy looked down at it. She wiped it from her breast, looked at him with her one good eye and said, "Looks to me like you got a few good shots." He laughed with her and took a few additional camera shots of her smiling through the cum. "Yes, it looks like I got quite a few good shots." To be continued. . . - - - - - - - - - - - I hope you totally enjoyed it. Again, I am happy to get suggestions for new plots and for ways that it can be improved. And, I want to thank so very much the persons who have taken the time to cast a positive vote. The Lessons Ch. 20 This is chapter 20 of a series. If you like this story, I encourage you to read earlier chapters as they can help understand characters and context. Please note that this particular chapter concerns themes of incest (among persons of adult age). If you find this to be offensive, then you should avoid it. In any case, please do provide feedback. I would be happy to hear your suggestions for how to improve it or for additional stories you would like to be developed. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Jack Peters was enjoying the fact that his daughters had decided to spend some time with him (see Chapter 15). He had been divorced now for a few years and missed the quality time with his children. He was a successful college professor, due in large part to his unusual but quite effective methods of student discipline. However, his wife, Barbara, had left him in large part because she could no longer tolerate his unique methods of training. She suspected that he had at times crossed the line with some of his female students. Even if he hadn't, she still was not happy to learn that his methods included nudity and even sexual activity. She knew that he must be obtaining some sexual pleasure at work, at least voyeuristically, if not actually having sex with one or more of his much younger college students. In any case, she felt that he did eventually cross the line with her, attempting to apply his methods of discipline within their own marriage. She was not about to submit to spankings or public displays of nudity. They separated quite a few years ago, and she filed for divorce three years ago. The years apart though had helped to heal the wounds. She had to admit that she did miss him. She would at times even look back fondly at some of his sexual "escapades." In addition, it had been difficult raising their three daughters on her own. Soon after he left, it became apparent to her how much she had relied on him to maintain discipline within the family. Nevertheless, she had won custody of the children, or at least he hadn't fought her in that regard. When they had separated the children stayed with her while he found a new place to live. He would often visit though. Barbara and Jack both wanted the relationship to remain strong with the girls. The girls missed their father tremendously but he acceded to Barbara's desire to have the girls stay with her. He did not try to win custody when she eventually filed for divorce. By that time all were at least in their late teens. The three daughters, Allison, Anne, and Tricia, were now old enough to make their own choices. The oldest, Allison (20 years old), would soon be attending college herself, perhaps even at Templeton where her father taught math and geography. She had put off applying to college, being uncertain what she wanted to study, or even whether she wanted to go. Anne (age 19) still lived at home, complaining that she could not yet afford to move out, not having any regular employment. The three girls decided that it would be fun if they all stayed with their father one last time, as soon they were likely to be moving out. At least that was likely for Allison and perhaps Anne. Mr. Peters was delighted. Each had occasionally visited him but none ever stayed long and never had the whole group stayed together. It just wasn't the same, no longer living as a family unit. He missed the morning breakfast, the evening dinner, the trips, and everything else that affirmed that they were a family. Anne was perhaps especially happy to be visiting; at least, she had a special, secret agenda. She wanted to talk with her father about something that had become a significant source of conflict with her mother. She was finding her mother to be very old fashioned. She was thinking about getting implants. Anne wanted her father's opinion largely because she expected that he would not object. Her dad was more sophisticated and well traveled than her mother. After all, he was a college professor. He knew how times had changed, and how many girls her age were getting implants. If father was agreeable then perhaps her mother would eventually see the light. She could, of course, simply ignore the objections of her mother. She was old enough to make her own decisions, but she really didn't want to create a family conflict over this. Besides, she was still living with her mother. Defying her with respect to a decision such as this would make day-to-day life awkward, to say the least. And, perhaps most of all, she would need some financial help from at least one of her parents to cover the costs. Anne approached her father one evening when they were alone. Allison and Tricia had gone shopping. Allison had promised to help Tricia buy more "grown-up" clothes, as Tricia liked to call them. Tricia was the youngest of the three and very jealous over Allison's sexy nightgowns and lingerie (see Chapter 15). She was still wearing pajamas. Allison offered to help her find something more suitable to her age, although pajamas were actually fine at any age. So, Allison agreed to help Tricia find some more sexy things to wear, and the shopping trip gave Anne the time she needed to be alone with her father. "Daddy, can I talk to you about something?" He put down his book. "Well, sure kitten." "Well, um, this is a little difficult to talk about. It's a little personal." He set the book aside to give her his full attention. "Honey, you can talk to me about anything you wish." "Don't say anything about this to Allison or Tricia. I don't want them to be poking their noses into this, although, they will find out about it eventually, at least hopefully they will." His curiosity was getting piqued. "Cross my heart. Our secret it will be." "Well, um, daddy, I know I was being silly the other night, but I'm serious now. I mean, I really did want your opinion about this." Mr. Peters now had an uneasy feeling, recalling their prior discussion (see Chapter 15). "I was thinking that perhaps it would be good for me to get breast implants." She then sat up in her chair, grinned, and proudly thrust out her chest, accenting the point of her proposal. He did not give her the reaction she expected. "Are you serious? What on earth for?" Anne looked quizzically at him. His question seemed to have a rather obvious answer. "Because I want them to be bigger." "Honey, have you spoken to mother about this?" Anne scowled. She crossed her legs and tapped her foot in the air in nervous annoyance. "Yes I have and she is completely closed-minded about it. She said no way would she support it but don't you think that is just a little old-fashioned? Lots of girls are getting implants these days and it's really not dangerous and the costs are now much lower than they." He cut her off. "Kitten, I'm sure all of those things are true but I'm afraid that this is one time I will have to agree with your mother. And, frankly, I just don't see the need for it." "Daddy, I didn't think you, of all people, would say no." She looked plaintively at him. "Why are you being so unfair?" "Honey, for one thing, your breasts right now are perfectly lovely. In fact, aren't they already larger than average?" He was probably right about that. It wasn't that Anne didn't like her breasts. She would agree that they were attractive. She did feel that they had a real nice shape, as well as a nice size. But, "I want to be a model." Mr. Peters laughed. "Kitten, large breasts could even be a problem for a modeling career." Anne nervously tapped her knee with her fingers as she wondered whether to tell him. She bit her lip. The silence was awkward. She would have to tell him. She was hoping that she could have avoided this but if she didn't tell him then he would not appreciate why her breasts needed to be larger. She said quietly, "I want to be a glamour model, daddy." His eyes widened in surprise. "Now daddy, don't get mad or anything. It's a perfectly acceptable career. You can make lots of money. You meet lots of interesting people." "I imagine you do," he replied sarcastically. "I've already made contacts. I've been working at the Oasis for the past few months. It's been." He cut her off again. "You're working at a strip club?!" She hadn't planned on telling him that; it just slipped out. "Oh daddy, don't tell mother! She would be so terribly upset about that. I just couldn't let her know. That's why I've been saying that I don't have a job. If I said that I did, then she would probably want to come visit me at work or something." "But, honey, a strip club?" "Oh pooh, father. It's not like you have never been to one yourself." She was right about that. He had been to a few, including the Oasis, although not in the past few years. He only went to clubs out of town, concerned about the potential conflicts of interest that might arise. He could imagine one of the students who got a bad grade trying to embarrass or even blackmail him. Anne continued her argument. "A few of the dancers are even students from your college. Pam says she knows you (see Chapter 19). If one of your high class college students can do it, why can't I?" Mr. Peters could feel himself getting excited. The thought of Pam stripping for him was a nice fantasy. He imagined that she would be very, very good at it. But, that was precisely the sort of entanglement that worried him. It was an unspoken secret that some Templeton girls were working there. If the Student Disciplinary Board discovered this, they ran the risk of being suspended. Mr. Harrington, the Chair of the Board, would be incensed. Mr. Peters did not himself object. He felt that what the girls did off campus was their own business. However, this was another reason for not ever going to the club himself. He could at least deny that he knew that Pam was working there. He wondered who else was working there. He thought again of Pam, or one of the other students, giving him a lap dance. Anne took his silent thought as a sign that he was weakening. She pressed on. "I wouldn't do it forever." Actually, she was hoping that she would be successful enough that she could do it for quite some time. As long as her figure held out, she figured she could make a great deal of money, and a lot of it tax-free. "Just long enough to save enough money for college, like Pam is doing. I'm not spending the money on clothes or stuff like that." That wasn't entirely true but she was saving the bulk of the money for college. Saving for college was always a good argument to use with her father. Mr. Peters broke free of his thoughts, more like fantasies, of the strip club, and turned the conversation back to the breast implants. "Sweetie, I can understand that very large breasts could be helpful for that type of work but, really, your breasts are fine; no, in fact, they are even excellent for, you know, um." He said the next two words a bit more quietly, "exotic dancing." "You don't know that father. You hardly looked at them the other night." "Honey, I saw all that I needed to see. In fact, let me share this with you." He hesitated to say this but he did feel that she needed some reassurance. "I thought your breasts were the spitting image of those I've seen on a very successful exotic model." "Who?" He didn't really want to tell her who, as it admitted to a number of things, but he realized that having said that she closely resembled a model he knew that she would not quit until she found out who it was. "She actually even shares your name. She's an internet model: Lovely Anne." Anne now had her father on the defensive. "Daddy," she teased. "You look at dirty pictures on the internet?" "She doesn't do those type of pictures, not that I know of at least. I mean, I wouldn't know if she did." Anne giggled at his apparent discomfort. "What kind of pictures does she do, daddy?" "They're just, sort of, well, they are, you know, naked pictures, yes, naked pictures, a little enticing to be sure, but nothing over the top." Anne smiled at him. "Does she show everything?" "Sometimes, yes, but not always. I haven't seen that many. It's not like I'm a regular member of her website or anything." He noticed what she was doing. He regained the offensive. "This isn't about me, Anne. This is about whether you should go through major surgery just to make your breasts bigger, when in fact they are already quite large." "You think my boobies are large, daddy?" She knew they were a pretty good size, but she didn't want to let him off the hook so easily. Mr. Peters was getting red in the face. "I'm not going to discuss this any further. Not right now. I want you to think about this for awhile, think about what I said. We can discuss it later." He picked up his book and pretended to be resuming his reading. He was actually trying to compose himself. He was feeling rather agitated. This talk of breasts, Pam providing lap dances, Lovely Anne, Anne's own breasts; it was too much at once. He needed some time to collect his thoughts. Anne crossed her arms and looked sternly at her father, but it was evident that he was not going to look up. He kept his eyes focused on his reading. She eventually got up from her chair. "Oh pooh!" she said, and stomped out of the room. Mr. Peters was glad for that. He could feel the anxiety slip away as soon as she left. His heart had even been pounding. He eventually was able to relax. He leaned back in the couch and got his attention again focused on his book concerning the history of the second world war. He was still early in the text, the Day of the Eagle, where the Germans begin their air bombardment of England in preparation for a possible invasion. He delved into the text, eventually forgetting about Anne. Over an hour passed, relatively peacefully. Anne interrupted him only a couple of times, and each time it was just a brief, innocent inquiry. She even asked if she could look through the library in his office to find a good book to read. That was promising. However, the project Anne was working on wasn't really so innocent. "Hi daddy!" she cheerfully exclaimed from the steps that led to the guestroom. Mr. Peters reluctantly took his eyes away from the book (by now he was into Operation Barbarossa, the invasion of Russia; he never realized how many lives were lost in that battle). "Anne! What is all that?" Anne was standing on the last step. She was wearing a cream-colored blouse, cuffs rolled up (but just once), and a plain, wide brown tie. He recognized the tie as one of his own. The knot was a very large square and it was not pulled tight. It was like a quarter undone, hanging loosely around her neck. She was also wearing a thick green plaid skirt that was well short of her knees, and nylons. Her long blonde hair was done in two long, loose (not braided) pigtails, held up by large topside black scrunchies, along with two long straight bangs. "Don't you recognize me?" It then hit him. She was dressed just like one of Lovely Anne's photo shoots. He had to admit she had put together a pretty impressive imitation. "It wasn't hard to find her on my computer, but it did take awhile to find a shoot that I could copy. I had to keep looking until I found one with the right clothes. And you see, I did my hair just like her. The scrunchies weren't a problem. Neither was the blouse. I did have to borrow one of your ties though. You don't mind do you?" "Uh, no, no, that was fine." He certainly didn't mind her borrowing a tie but he wasn't at all sure that he understood the point of this. He wanted to ask but Anne wasn't giving him much opportunity as she was speaking rather quickly. "The skirt was the hardest thing. I had to keep searching for different shoots until I found a skirt like one of mine. That took a while. And, my goodness daddy, she doesn't seem to have much clothes on most of the time." She teasingly waved a finger at him. "I'm not so sure I approve of your visiting her sites, but, look, I even have a big red book just like her. I got that from your office. Now we can study together!" She skipped across the living room and returned to the easy chair that sat across from him. She flopped down and pretended to be looking in the book. She was sitting just like Lovely Anne. Anne sat up, crossed her legs, opened the book and looked at him plaintively, "Daddy, do I really have to study?" Mr. Peters laughed. He really had to give her some credit. She was reproducing one of Lovely Anne's poses. "Well, no, Anne, I suppose not, particularly since you are reading a guide to home repair." She scolded him. "Now don't spoil it for me, daddy. I worked hard at this. Ok, so I don't have to study anymore." She thought for a second, decided what she should do next. "Yes." She sat back in the chair, lifted up a good portion of the ends of her loose pigtails by her finger tips, smiled, and asked, "Do you like my hair this way?" "Your hair does look real cute that way, Anne, but." Anne then spread her legs a bit, giving him a little, very little, peak at her panties, just like Lovely Anne did. "Now Anne, don't carry this too far. It was a good joke. You've had your fun with your father. Yes, he has looked at risque web sites. You've made your point." As he was speaking she turned her body so that she was facing to her left. She then lifted her skirt up high enough so that her entire right leg and thigh were exposed. "See, daddy, I even have on thigh high nylons, just like your girlfriend." "That's very funny, and she is not my girlfriend, obviously. Now put that skirt down." She climbed onto the chair so that she was sitting on her knees, facing to her right. Her hands rested on the cushioned arm of the easy chair. "Maybe she's not your girlfriend, but I bet she is your pretend girlfriend." "That's not funny, Anne. Now you show more respect. I am your father you know." She got out of the chair entirely, turned around, and leaned down into the chair, her arms and head resting on the chair back, her bottom raised in the air. Mr. Peters recognized that pose. It was one that he had liked in particular. She looked back at him with a mischievous smile. "Maybe I deserve a spanking, daddy." "You keep this up and you certainly will deserve one, and I'm not talking about any sort of playful spanking." She stood up straight and turned to face him. She grasped the ends of a pig tail in her left hand, cocked her hips and head, and rested the index finger of her right hand on her lower lip, like she was thinking about something. It was one of Lovely Anne's poses, but his own Anne was in fact thinking of something, 'What comes next? Oh, yeah.' The next one was a bit risky. Mr. Peters also knew what was coming next, or at least he had a good idea. "I think that was enough, Anne." Anne lifted up the front of her skirt. She didn't recreate this pose entirely accurately, because she did want to tell him that "Bestest of all daddy, I even have on Mickey Mouse panties. Do you like them?" She looked down at her panties. "See, there's Mickey on the front. I did have to borrow them from Tricia. I don't have any like these myself but I bet they might be good for work. I'm afraid though that these are too small, although the tightness does have some advantages." Mr. Peters had to agree, at least quietly to himself, that the tightness was helpful in better detailing the outline and shape of her pussy. The outline of her camel toe was very clear. But, this was now going too far. "Put your skirt down, Anne, and I mean it, right now." Anne turned a bit to her right and showed him a view from the side. "And they aren't thongs either. Lovely Anne had Mickey Mouse thongs." She looked quizzically at her father. "I wonder where you get Disney thongs? Do you think they sell them at one of their theme parks?" The Lessons Ch. 20 "Sit down right now Anne or I'm coming over there." Anne laughed but she sat down. She had wanted to sit down anyway, as that was the next pose. "I suppose Tricia would get upset over me wearing her panties without permission. I may have even stretched them a bit. Although maybe she would let me keep them for my dancing? She's probably buying a lot more better ones today." Mr. Peters was looking down at his text, not wanting to encourage any more of this. "That's fine Anne. You can talk with her when she gets back. Now let me get back to my reading." Anne objected. "Pooh!" Mr. Peters tried to concentrate on his text. The Germans were bombing Stalingrad. He could hear Anne trying to get comfortable in the chair. He did not want to look up. "What do you do, daddy, when you look at Lovely Anne?" He couldn't ignore that. He looked up to see Anne still sitting in the chair, but she was bent over facing him, her chin resting on her hands, her elbows on her knees, an expression of curiosity on her face, her panties now at her knees. She was bent over so much and her legs were so close together that he couldn't see up her skirt. But, he did look and he did wonder. "Anne, that is really none of your business." "Does she make you excited?" "Anne, really, the game was fun and I have to admit I am impressed at how well you've recreated her. You clearly put a lot of effort into this." "That's what I do at the club. I recreate all sorts of people from TV and movies. I think I am one of the more popular dancers. You should come and see me." "Yes, I can imagine," and he was having considerable difficulty not doing precisely just that, imagining seeing her at the club. "But you are home now, and I am your father. You shouldn't do those things with me." "You don't think I'm your lovely Anne?" He smiled at that. She was being quite the minx, and he was having considerable difficulty not playing along. He could end this himself by just leaving the room, perhaps even the house, but there was a part of him that was enjoying it. He couldn't deny that. "You are very lovely, Anne. Of course you are. But, please pull your panties back up. Allison and Tricia might arrive at any time now." She noticed that he didn't order her to pull her panties up, nor was his reason for asking her because he didn't want her to have them down. She ignored his request, leaned back in the chair, and spread her legs apart below the knees, helping to keep the panties from falling down. Her thighs were still largely closed. She raised up her skirt, and looked up toward the ceiling with a quizzical, thoughtful expression, just like Lovely Anne. She said, "I wonder what Lovely Anne would do to make daddy excited?" That would do it. He could now see a bit of her cunnie. Just perhaps the upper half. She was almost completely shaved. There was just a narrow band of hair running straight up from her slit. From what he could see, her inner labia were not large. There just appeared to be a narrow ridge of soft flesh within her crevice, both very smooth and, yes, very lovely. His cock swelled rapidly in his pants. "Anne, this is becoming very difficult for me." "You really like her, don't you." "It's not so much her, Anne." Anne stood up. Her panties fell to the floor. She stepped out of them and approached her father. "Daddy, I will stop if you honestly and sincerely tell me what you think of my boobies." Well, he really should do that. He did not think that his daughter should get, or needed to get, breast implants. The fact that both her parents disapproved though would not necessarily stop her. She might eventually make enough money dancing at the Oasis to pay for them herself, and much of her college money would then go to that. "Alright, yes, it's against my better judgment, but I will do that, but then promise that you will end this silliness. If Allison or Tricia were to come in the house right now, well, that would obviously be serious." Anne didn't make any such promise. She instead, slowly, seductively, undid each of the buttons of her blouse, smiling sweetly at her father, her eyes glued to his. His own eyes followed the path of her fingers. He raised the text on his lap so that it hid his rising erection. That did not, however, fool Anne. She had seen many men in the club do all sorts of things to try to hide their erections. When she finished with the buttons she pulled open the blouse. She was wearing a soft lace half-cup bra. It provided considerable cleavage but held up and rounded her breasts well. It was a light green, speckled with little flowers. "I'm sorry, daddy, I didn't have a bra like hers." She gave him a playful little pout. "I hope you're not mad at me." He so much wanted to reach for his cock. "They do look lovely, Anne. Really, you don't need implants with those." She stated argumentatively, "You haven't even seen them." She pulled the cups down, freeing them from hiding. She took her right pony tail in her hand, raised it up, and pointed her left tit at him. Her father recalled seeing a similar picture of Lovely Anne. "Do you really think my breast is pretty, daddy?" "Anne, it's fantastic. Your breasts are absolutely gorgeous. Do you really think Lovely Anne needs implants?" He was making an effective fatherly argument, but his eyes were glued on her breasts. "Do you think she would ever get them?" Anne kept her eyes trained on his eyes, as she pulled her arms free of her blouse. "I guess that's true, father." They were a very good size. He couldn't tell for sure but he imagined something like 34C, maybe 36. And, even without the bra they were standing up very well. They were gorgeously round, white, and perky. Her nipples were perched on the top, poking up like little pink erasers. They were among the best he had ever seen. But, he was probably biased. After all, this was his daughter, his own lovely Anne. He had to let her know. "Honey, these are the best breasts I have ever seen." Anne felt a flush of self-consciousness with that compliment. Men had often complimented her on her breasts at work. But hearing this from her father was so much more special. "Daddy, well, thank you." Maybe he was right. Maybe she really didn't need the operation. After she removed the blouse, she dropped it to the floor. She stepped closer to him, now standing right in front of him on the couch. She lifted up her skit, all the way up, almost to the point that it was hiding her lovely breasts. "See daddy, I even shaved my pussy, just like hers. I usually have it shaved for work. Guys like to be able to see it, but I did make the landing strip thinner. Hers was narrower than mine." Mr. Peters now understood what that meant. He hadn't understood when Allison said it, but now he could see the narrow, rectangular band of trimmed hair that ran straight up from her slit, like a strip for landing on her pussy. He could also now see that her inner labia did in fact emerge from the crevice. She had a very pretty pussy. The lips did not emerge far, but instead just provided small folds, wrinkles, and furrows within the slightly parted crevice that suggested a secret, soft, alluring valley of pleasure. "Put the skirt back down, Anne. This is really going much too far," but his eyes remained glued on her cunt. "On one condition, daddy, that you put down your book." He finally withdrew his eyes from her cunt. He tried to smile innocently. "Kitten, what on earth for?" "Are you trying to hide something from me, daddy?" She lightly swung her hips back and forth, watching his eyes follow her feminine slit. He asserted his authority. "Kitten, I am your father. You do not tell me what to do. I will not make bargains with my daughters." "What if it's an agreement not to get implants?" That gave him pause. He really did not want her to get implants. It seemed to him to be such a big mistake, and all he had to do was to remove a book from his lap? He knew what she would see. It would be very odd, very uncomfortable, to be letting his daughter see that he had an erection. But, she obviously already knew. She must have seen a lot more on the job. This appeared to him to in fact be a good bargain. He removed the book and laid it on the couch. Anne got a big grin on her face. She kept her skirt up and exclaimed , "I think daddy is a little excited to see his Lovely Anne." Mr. Wilson smiled back. Now that the cat was out of the bag he could relax, at least a bit. "Alright, very funny kitten, yes, you made your father excited, now let's end this game before we do anything we'll regret later." Anne dropped her skirt, closing the curtain on her precious cunt. But, she didn't leave. She got down on her knees in front of him. She looked precious wearing just the plaid skirt, one of his large brown ties, smiling sweetly at him, her luscious round breasts standing up so proudly. She removed her tie. Her father was understandably suspicious. "What are you doing now, Anne?". "Daddy, haven't you thought about doing it, you know, with Lovely Anne?" "Anne, please." "Don't be embarrassed, daddy. I know that guys do that sort of thing. My goodness, you should see the men at the club." "Yes, I have thought about doing it with Lovely Anne." "Let me be your Lovely Anne, daddy. I look so much like her. Don't you think that would be fun?" That was a tremendous understatement. He would be having sex with Lovely Anne and his own lovely daughter, Anne, at the same time. He was feeling lightheaded with arousal. "Can't I at least touch it, daddy? Just a little bit?" She gave him the expression she used to use when she wanted something from him, an extra helping of ice cream, permission to stay up late, a puppy for her birthday. He never could say no back then. He couldn't now. "Don't tell your mother." "I won't tell anyone, daddy, not anybody, not ever." He responded quietly. "Alright then." He opened his legs to make room for her. She got up on her knees and inched her way in between. Her bubbly boobies jiggled and wiggled as she maneuvered into place. She rested her elbows on his legs and reached out to feel and trace his erection poking through his pants. Mr. Peters closed his eyes as soon as her fingers touched him. They felt so nice. And, he wasn't thinking about the model at all. He didn't have to fantasize about her. The reality was even better, as these were the fingers of his own daughter, his own sweet, luscious, lovely Anne. Anne's fingers were also skilled. She had done this a number of times with men at the Oasis. She wasn't suppose to. They weren't allowed to use their fingers or mouths, but on occasion Anne would do it, if she liked the guy or if she knew he would give her an especially large tip. It was risky though. If the bouncer found out she would lose her job for sure. They were always worried about undercover cops and so they enforced the rule faithfully. She gazed at her father's erection, straining against the cloth, as she drew her fingers around and around the bulbous head. He looked awfully big through his pants. It made her a little wet between her legs thinking about how she had made her dad so excited. And, now, she was in between his legs, playing with his stiff dick. It was only through his pants, but the fact that it was her daddy's cock made it all very exciting. She said softly, "Daddy, lean back into the couch, like your half lying down." He did as he was told. He knew what she wanted, as it was certainly true that he had been to a few clubs. He slouched down into the couch and slid his pelvis out farther over the edge. Anne could now lean down onto his cock, using her breasts to stimulate him. This was something they could do at the club, and she did it well. Her breasts were more than large enough to feel their plush softness through his pants. She rubbed them around and around on his cock; feeling, pressing, and massaging his dick with her young, full tits. He opened his eyes. She was looking right at him. She smiled sweetly. He smiled back and brought his hands to her bare shoulders. He caressed her shoulders and her arms as she rubbed her breasts against his cock. "You're not suppose to touch the dancers, daddy." "Well, a father should have some privileges. I mean, you are my daughter." She giggled. "I guess they would be willing to make that exception." He placed his hand on her cheek. She titled her face into his hand, closed her eyes, and groaned in pleasure as she worked her breasts on his cock. He responded in kind, pushing up his pelvis to work his cock into her breasts. He could at times even feel her erect nipple. "Oh!" Anne said softly. She stopped a second. "Anne, what's wrong?" "It's alright, daddy. I just caught my nipple on your zipper." She blushed. It was fun to be doing this with her father, but it did still seem a bit embarrassing for her to talk to her daddy about an erect nipple. He whispered to her, "Take it out, honey." She looked up at him. She was very surprised at this. Her father had been reluctant to even see her naked breasts. Now he was suggesting that she take out his penis? They had gone this far. Mr. Peters felt there was little reason not to take the next step. He nodded to her. She smiled back. She got back up on her knees and reached for the buckle of his belt. She struggled with this a bit. This was one thing that she had not done a lot of. She certainly hadn't done this with any of the guys at the club, and her boyfriends usually did this for themselves. Her father waited patiently. It was best for his daughter to learn things on her own. A good father should not be overly protective. She got him unbuckled. She then unbuttoned the slacks, pulled down his zipper, and opened up his pants. She paused for a moment to admire the sight of his erection, now pushing out even farther, finding much less resistance with just the loose boxers hiding him. She couldn't help herself. She leaned down and planted a kiss on the head of his cock through the boxers. The tip of his cock felt so round, so soft, so warm. She pressed her face down hard, drawing the entire bulb into her mouth, still enclosed in its soft, cotton cloth. She used her tongue to feel and massage it through his boxers. Her father squeezed her small, soft biceps with his muscular hands. Her mouth felt so good on him. "Ohhhh Anne, that's so lovely." She pulled her mouth away and looked up at him. "Am I your lovely Anne now, daddy?" He smiled at her, stroking her hair with his hand. "You have always been my lovely Anne." She smiled back. "Lift up your bottom, daddy." He did as he was told. She grasped the top of his slacks and boxers and pulled on them to bring them down. He helped her. They worked his slacks and boxers all the way down to his feet. He wasn't wearing any shoes. He always took them off when he wanted to relax in the evening. She pulled off his slacks and underpants, and carefully laid them to the side. She then looked back at what was now revealed. His hard cock was out in the open, waving up in the air. She thought it was magnificent. She had seen bigger. She had to admit that. Actually, she had once been with a guy that had a really, really big cock. But, this was the cock of her father, and that made it appear all the more magnificent, manly, and sexy. She was actually looking at her daddy's hard stiff dick. He again spread his legs so that she could get in between. She grabbed hold of his cock with her right hand. She held it for awhile, admiring its girth, its hardness, its manliness. She smiled as she gazed at it. She could feel her heart pounding. She brought her left finger to the head and lightly traced the tip of her finger around its curves, its softness. She felt the slit at the very top. It felt a little wet. She used her other hand to tenderly hold his large, hairy balls. They felt so full, so swollen. He broke the silence. "Honey, you keep that up and your daddy is going to cum." She smiled at him. "That's ok. I want you to cum, daddy. I want to make you happy." He smiled back, "You are my lovely Anne, aren't you." "How do you want me to make you cum, daddy? I want you to tell me." He didn't have to think very long. There was one obvious, appropriate way. "I want to come between those lovely, soft, full breasts." "Daddy, you naughty man." She blushed, her embarrassment surprising herself. Boys had done that with her before, but it was again just so much different to think about her father doing this with her. 'Daddy is going to cum on my boobies?' What a thought! She leaned back on the thick, soft rug, and then lied down in front of him. She raised up her skirt to show him her soft, naked cunt. The image of her lying naked on the floor in front of him, her skirt raised, reminded him once again of a Lovely Anne picture. Lovely Anne had posed this way on the chair, but that wasn't the only difference. The big difference was the fact that this was his daughter, and it was this difference that made it all the better. He followed her onto the rug. He got down on his knees, each firmly planted on either side of her body. She looked up at him. He looked so powerful, so strong, kneeling above her, his big, thick cock waving above her eyes, his full hairy balls hanging down beneath it. "Daddy, can I ask you though, I mean, can I ask for just one thing." "Anything, kitten." My goodness, he would do just about anything for her right now. "Can I have it in my mouth? I mean, just for a little bit? You can cum on my breasts, but I just want to have you in my mouth for a little while." "If it will make you happy, dear." It wasn't entirely clear if he was saying that in a joking manner. It certainly would make him very happy. She grinned. "Thank you, daddy." He leaned his body over her face and brought his cock to her mouth. She opened up and reached out with her hand to guide it inside. "Oh man," he said as she gulped it down. She held onto the shaft with both hands, stroking and massaging him as she licked and sucked on his cock. He slowly, carefully moved his hips to gently slide his cock in and out of her mouth. She closed her eyes and basked in the pleasure of sucking on her father's cock. He felt so big in her mouth, so warm, so masculine. She loved doing this. She loved giving pleasure to a man, and this was her most special man. This was her daddy, and she was giving him the most intimate of pleasures. She couldn't be happier. She licked and lapped at his cock as it moved slowly in and out of her mouth. She felt his soft balls bump her chin as he pushed it in deep. She opened her eyes to see if he was enjoying it as much as her. Mr. Peters saw her open her eyes. She has such pretty round, greenish-blue eyes, and she looked so happy with his cock in her mouth. It would be so nice to cum there, to watch those rosy cheeks fill up with his cum. He gasped with surprise as he felt her hand clasp his balls. She was softly feeling, even more softly squeezing, his tender, hairy bag. He could see her grin through his thick shaft. It was too much. He pulled back his cock. She furrowed her brow and clapped down hard with her lips. His dick popped out. "Oh pooh!" she exclaimed, giving him one of her better pouts, watching his cock hopping along as he slid back down her body. He stopped when his cock was just below her breasts. He grasped her breasts in his hands. He was going to sit forward to insert his cock in between them, but he had to stop for a moment to simply enjoy the pleasure of feeling these outstanding breasts. They were so full, round, white, and firm. He could probably cum just playing with them. It was now Anne's turn to close her eyes. Her father's strong hands on her breasts was so wonderful. She wanted to just enjoy the sensation of him fondling her, enjoy the feel of his hands clasping her tender, warm breasts. His hands seemed to explore every inch, squeezing and massaging them. She could feel his fingers pinching, tweaking, and flicking her nipples. They perked up stiffly with his touch. The Lessons Ch. 20 Her father grasped each nipple between his thumb and forefingers and pulled up. Anne sighed at the forceful pull on her nips. He let go of them and watched as her boobs jiggled back into position. It was impressive how firm and perky they remained, even as she was lying on her back. This young lady definitely had no need for implants. He now planted his cock in between her soft globes, grasped each with his hands, and pushed them together to envelope his cock. Anne opened her eyes to see the head of his cock poking out through her tight cleavage. It was a very sexy, sight. The round slit bulb of daddy's cock poking out between her softness. She raised her head up and stuck out her tongue, trying to encourage him to bring his cock back to her mouth. He did so, but only long enough for her to give him a couple of licks on the end. He then pulled it back and used his hips to softly stroke his cock in and out of the tight cleavage he had created with her breasts. Anne whispered playfully to him, "Daddy is fucking my titties." "Shush," he whispered back, "Don't talk dirty young lady," as he gently fucked her breasts. Anne giggled at his scolding. "Let me help." She brought her own hands up to hold her breasts together, allowing him to use his hands to brace himself on the rug so that he could lean even farther down on her. He could now provide more forceful thrusting of his hips, driving his cock in and out of her soft, tender breasts. She placed one hand firmly across her cleavage to keep his cock from popping out, cheating a little bit by also using it to stimulate his dick whenever he happened to rub against it. She wrapped her other arm entirely under and around her breasts to hold them tightly together. His cock was so cozy, so comfortable between her tender pillows. It was like it had found a snug, safe home. His thrusting became more rapid, at times pounding into the doughy cushions of her boobs. "Cum for me daddy," she pleaded. "Squirt out your cum for your baby. I want to see you spurt for me. Please daddy." That did it. He pulled his hips back, sliding his cock entirely out of its tight home. He grasped it in his right hand and aimed for her cleavage. She clasped her breasts in her hands, pushed them together, and offered her sweet tits for his cum. "Kitten, Kitten, here it cums," he gasped as his first load gushed out of his cock to splash right into the crevice. "Good shot, daddy!" she squealed. His body was being flooded with waves of pleasure, but he kept his eyes open to aim his dick so that he could try to cover entirely both of her breasts in cum. He shot loads of cum first on her right breast. One wad hit directly on her nipple, hiding it entirely in a gob of white goo. He immediately shifted to her left tit as a rope of cum spread from one boob to the other. His next shot went over her nipple, sliding off the breast down under her arm. "Eeeeww," she squealed, in mock annoyance, as she felt the warm, sticky cum slide into her underarm. "That tickles, daddy!" He took better aim with the next shots, strings of white cum spurting out, drawing nice white lines across her creamy mounds. And then back to other one for the remaining shots, spattering the soft globe with gobs and streaks of cum. When he was done he sat back on her abdomen, keeping much of his weight on his legs so as not to make her uncomfortable. He was panting, gasping with pleasure. The sweet breasts of lovely Anne were now drenched with gooey jism. They looked enchanting. They were indeed the best breasts he had ever seen, now with his own cum providing the icing on her sweet cakes. "Daddy, you've made an awful, terrible mess on my boobies. I guess you really do like them, don't you." "They couldn't be any lovelier." To be continued . . . . . . . - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I certainly hope you liked it. Again, I am happy to get suggestions for new ideas and for ways that my work can be improved. And, I want to thank so very much the persons who have taken the time to cast a vote. The encouragement is really very helpful. The Lessons Ch. 21 This is the latest in The Lessons series. Among the five new stories I have submitted, this is the only one that is clearly within the original theme of The Lessons. I have classified it within the Mature theme (May/December) but there is also a theme of submission and a bit of spanking. I don't know if I should give that away but I did want to warn those who don't like that type of story. Please note that the titles for the other four make no reference to "The Lessons." I will be happy to continue to provide stories within the actual Lessons theme; your feedback will be helpful in reaching this decision. In any case, I do hope you like this one! - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Mr. Peters had been a recent addition to the faculty of Templeton College. He was hired by Templeton in large part because of his apparent success in improving student discipline at Abberville (see Chapter 1). He was known to employ rather unique and innovative techniques. His methods were perhaps somewhat perilous but they were also rather effective. Mr. Peters' evening schedule of consultative discipline was in fact getting heavily booked. He was therefore encouraging certain carefully selected faculty to apply the techniques themselves so that his own schedule would not be overwhelmed, but the faculty were naturally reluctant. This evening he was scheduled to work with Jackie Sampler. Jackie was one of the cheerleaders whom Miss Bixley had caught sexually harassing Teddy (see Chapter 12). Mr. Peters scheduled an individual meeting with her in part because he had also been told by her history and Spanish professors that she was not completing her assignments. Jackie complained that she just wasn't able to balance all of the demands on her time. Cheerleading was itself a very significant responsibility. Besides, she had always had difficulty managing her time. When she was in high school her parents often had to sit down with her to help organize her schedule. She was involved in so many academic, social, and charitable functions. Jackie went to the counseling center of Templeton wondering if the college offered some sort of comparable assistance. However, they had never heard of such a request. The counseling center provided tutors but not persons who managed students' social and academic schedules. It was really her own responsibility to balance her schedule. Jackie though didn't think that she was really capable. It wasn't really clear if she was just coming up with a ridiculous excuse to try to mitigate her academic irresponsibility or whether she in fact had a real problem. Mr. Peters suggested to Miss Bixley that this might be a good opportunity for her to implement his disciplinary methods. Miss Bixley, however, declined. She didn't feel that she was the right person for such an approach. Besides, she was concerned that she might not be sufficiently objective, given her negative predisposition toward the cheerleaders. Mr. Harrington would have been very happy to take over. He had gotten wind of the fact that Mr. Peters was being referred cases that he felt were more appropriately handled more formally by the Student Disciplinary Board, for which he was the Chair. He was also not entirely reassured by Mr. Peters that his methods were not resulting in any inappropriate sexual contact. He was considering the possibility of having formal interviews with the cheerleaders once Mr. Peters was through to determine whether any boundaries had been crossed. Jackie Sampler arrived at Mr. Peters' office at 6:30PM. She was very apprehensive. She knew that Mr. Peters used traditional corporal punishment to discipline students rather than simply having them write theses of atonement, spend time in detention, or do some sort of charitable work. She had not herself ever been spanked, even by her parents. They preferred an unconditional positive regard no matter their daughter's discretions, something they apparently learned themselves within college. Jackie knocked timidly on his office door. "Yes, who is it?" "Jackie Sampler, sir," she announced through the door. "What?" She cleared her throat and spoke more loudly. "Jackie Sampler! Sir. Um, I am to meet with you tonight." Mr. Peters was pleased that she was apparently so apprehensive. It was a good sign. "Yes, please do come in Jackie." She took a deep breath and opened the door. The first thing she noticed was the pillory by his desk. 'Oh my goodness, Polly wasn't joking,' she thought. Polly, the head cheerleader, had told her about the pillory. 'He can't be thinking of putting me in that, is he?' She looked at Mr. Peters, who was sitting behind his desk. "Yes sir," she timorously said as an introduction to herself. "Um, are you busy, sir?" "No, no, not at all Jackie. Please come in." He got up from behind his desk to stand in front of it. The pillory was readily noticeable behind him to his left. Jackie didn't move. Her eyes were fixed on the pillory. Mr. Peters was so glad that some of his prior students from Abberville had purchased this for him (see Chapter 14). He was clearly getting a lot of mileage with it. "Jackie, I see that you are looking at the pillory. Rest assured that I have no intention of using it with you." Jackie felt a wave of relief sweep over her. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad. She stepped further into the room. "Very good, Jackie." Jackie was now standing in the center of the room, her right foot tapping and waving in nervous anticipation. Mr. Peters walked past her to lock the door. Jackie watched his every move. He went over to one of his book shelves and pulled off an academic text. "Jackie, you know why you are here?" Mr. Peters was standing somewhat behind her and to her right. She turned her head to speak to him. "Yes sir. Well, I think so, sir." She looked very appealing in her school uniform: the white blouse, black tie, pleated plaid skirt, white socks, and black Mary Janes. She looked quite demure, even adorable, as she watched him apprehensively over her right shoulder. "And what would that reason be?" Mr. Peters asked as he was leafing through the book. "Um, the thing we did to Teddy?" "Is that all?" "No sir, no, it's also because of my study habits." He closed the text. "And what seems to be the problem there?" "I just have a terrible time balancing my schedule, sir. There are so many things I have to do. I can't handle them all." "Well, Jackie, I'm not so sure that is true." He walked over to his desk and turned to face her directly. "You don't sir? I'm really trying, Mr. Peters. Honest I am." She clasped her hands at her waist and gave him her best look of angelic contrition. It was effective, at least for most persons, as she was a strikingly attractive girl. She had long flowing red hair, fair skin, freckles, pretty large brown eyes, perky nose, and, one could even tell with the loose white blouse, rather than large breasts. "Oh, I don't doubt that, Jackie. I believe you are being very honest with me. I just think that you don't really know yourself. You don't know what you are truly capable of. I think you have relied so long on having others manage your affairs that you haven't learned yourself what you can do." "Really sir?" This was no longer even sounding like it was going to be a punishment. Maybe Mr. Peters was just going to give her a pep talk. Jackie was feeling more and more relaxed. "I wonder if you would be willing to participate in a little exercise with me. Something I think could be very educational." "Well yes, sir, certainly. I will do anything." "Anything, Jackie?" "Totally, Mr. Peters." "Well, I must warn you that it won't be entirely fun. You know you are here for punishment as well." 'Boogers,' Jackie thought. She wasn't going to get away with no punishment after all. Still, he said that some of it will be fun, maybe even most of it. "Anything, Mr. Peters. I'm all totally for it." She tried to give an agreeable grin, but her apprehension was evident. "Alright then. Well, this exercise was perfected by a Himalayan Buddhist sect. It's essentially a mixture of psychodrama and meditation techniques. It doesn't actually teach a specific skill, more than it helps to learn a principle metaphorically." Jackie had no idea what he was talking about, but she was game. At least it wasn't going to involve the pillory. "Excellent." He approached her. Jackie could feel the tension rising again. "First, I'm going to place this history book on your head." Well, she thought, that isn't so bad. "Hold still now." He carefully laid it on her head. Her eyes were looking straight up, trying to see what was happening on the top of her head. She stifled a laugh. Once he had it positioned, he stepped back. She looked cute, like a girl trying to improve her posture. "Jackie, you're not in your cheerleading uniform." "Oh, no sir, no, we only wear the uniforms on game days or when there is going to be pep rally, or something." Her young full breasts were pushing out the front of her blouse as she balanced the book on her head. "Should I have worn my uniform?" She instinctively looked down at her blouse. The book fell off her head and hit the floor with a slam. "Oh!" she exclaimed. "Sorry, Mr. Peters." "It takes a bit of concentration, doesn't it Jackie." "Yes sir." "Pick it up and put it back on your head." "Yes sir." She quickly complied. She knew she could do this. She carefully laid the book on her head to maximize its balance. She smiled at Mr. Peters once she had it arranged, looking for a compliment. Jackie was used to getting lots of compliments. "Let's see if you can keep the history book balanced on your head as you walk the room." "Alright," Jackie agreed. This was actually starting to be a fun little game. She remembered doing this with her friends. During a pajama party she and her friends used to do this, pretending that they were famous models walking down the runway. Jackie didn't have much difficulty. She walked very carefully, her arms outstretched to help keep her balance. Cheerleading did help with some things in life. Her biggest difficulty might have been simply the impulse to laugh. When she returned to her spot, she could see Mr. Peters smiling for her. She smiled back. "Good girl, Jackie. I thought you could do it." She grinned. "Thank you Mr. Peters." However, she then instinctively nodded her head in reply and the book slipped off, crashing to the floor. "Boogers!" she exclaimed. Mr. Peters reached down to retrieve it. "It's harder than it looks, isn't it?" "Yes sir, it is," Jackie agreed. He handed the book back to her. She replaced it carefully on her head. "Alright, this time I want you to give me a little curtsy. You don't have to go down far, but do lift up your skirt as you curtsy." "Alright, sir, but that's going to be hard." "Well, that is the point." Jackie did as she was told. She kept her eyes focused firmly in front of her as she slowly bent her knees, pointing them out somewhat to the left and right. She clutched the hem of her skirt, lifted it up, and curtsied. She looked very cute doing this, like she was introducing herself to a nobleman. Mr. Peters particularly enjoyed the brief glimpse of her thighs as the skirt was raised and knees were bent. "Ok, you've had some practice, let's now increase the responsibility." She had been afraid of that. "From now on, whenever the book falls off, you will get spanked." "Yes sir," Jackie replied softly. That was precisely what she was worried about. She really did not want a spanking, particularly from one of the professors at the school. It seemed so demeaning and humiliating to be spanked at her age. She checked the placement of the book on her head. "Ok, I'm ready sir." Mr. Peters stepped up to her. He smiled sweetly and said. "Now, maintain your concentration on balancing the book. Do not be distracted by whatever is happening around you. Concentrate on the history book. It is just you and the history book. Nothing else that happens around you matters." She was careful not to nod this time. "Yes sir." Mr. Peters then reached for the fourth button of her blouse. As soon as he touched it Jackie jumped back. The book hit the floor. "Mr. Peters!" she squealed. She brought her hands to the front of her blouse, protecting herself from being further touched. "Jackie, what's wrong?" asked Mr. Peters. "Sir, what were you going to do?" "Well, I think that was kind of obvious. I was going to unbutton your blouse." "But, Mr. Peters, I'm a girl and one of your students. You shouldn't do something like that." "I know that it's awkward Miss Sampler but you're old enough now to make these decisions and it's a necessary component of the meditative lessons. Do you have a boyfriend, Miss Sampler?" "No, not right now, Mr. Peters." She clutched at the buttons of her blouse with her left hand. "Well, do you times find it difficult to concentrate on your studies when some boy is vying for your attention." "Yes, sometimes," she admitted. "That is one of the metaphorical components of this exercise. You must maintain your concentration on your history text despite the advances, the distractions, of a man. My hands are a metaphor for the distractions of life." "But it's your hands, Mr. Peters. That's so much more difficult to ignore. I can't ignore that. I mean, you're old enough to be my father and you're unbuttoning my blouse; right here, like, in your office and everything." "That's why the exercise is effective, Jackie. It needs to be a powerful stimulus precisely because it's not the real thing. It's only metaphorical, and so it must be more difficult, more awkward, more embarrassing, perhaps even humiliating, than in real life. Now, we've wasted enough time. I have further students to see this evening. Let's get that book back on your head. I won't spank you for this one as I will give you some consideration for the fact that it was so apparently surprising to you, but there will always be surprises down the road, outside of this office, that you must overcome." Jackie picked the book up off the floor and carefully returned it to its position on her head. Her face was now flushed red with apprehension. Once she had it in place, she closed her eyes and said, "I'm ready, sir." "Good girl." Mr. Peters again reached for the fourth button of Jackie's blouse. As he did so he explained to Jackie how "interesting it is that blouses and other female garments button in a manner favoring the left hand, whereas men's shirts and other garments favored the right." Mr. Peters didn't stop with just one button. Jackie audibly groaned as he went to another one. He continued his lecture. "The gender difference in buttoning appears to date only until the first half of the 19th century. That is itself rather curious, given the long history of clothing. One theory is that it reflects a masculine favoritism. Letting women know that they were in a lower position by forcing them to use the generally inferior hand." Mr. Peters went to a third button. He could see that Jackie was beginning to shake a bit. He could also see a bit of her brassiere through the increasing opening of her blouse. "I myself prefer an alternative theory that the influential upper class set the fashion standard and the truly upper class women had maids who often buttoned their garments for them. So, unbuttoning your blouse for you, as I would if I was your maid, feels very natural to me." "Not to me, Mr. Peters," Jackie complained. "Well, that is again the point though, isn't it dear." He went to a fourth button. "Mr. Peters, must you undo all of them?" "Actually, what happens next in life is often unclear." As he unfastened the fourth button, he explained, "A third theory is that the shift actually reflects increasing emancipation or independence of women during the course of the 19th century. It was perhaps a symbolic gesture to indicate that they had their own distinct garments, their own rules." He stepped back to admire his handiwork. He couldn't actually see very much. He had not unbuttoned the top button, as he couldn't get to it because of the tie, and the blouse was still fully tucked in. Her large breasts were pushing the blouse out somewhat, but all he could see was her white center strap. He carefully took hold of her blouse so as not to be the one to knock off the book, and gently, slowly, pulled her blouse free from her skirt. Jackie closed her eyes in embarrassment, grimaced, and whined "Mr. Peters." "Almost there dear, just one more here." As he gently worked at removing her blouse from being tucked beneath her skirt, he continued his lecture. "A fourth, less dramatic, theory is simply that it was a way to help men and women avoid wearing the clothes of the other gender, as that was considered to be somewhat embarrassing and in some instances immoral. As women were beginning to prefer styles that resembled more traditional masculine attire, having a characteristic buttoning style was very helpful in making the distinction, although that perhaps doesn't explain why it was the feminine garments that favored the left hand. Well, would you look at that." He had now fully extracted her blouse from her skirt, both in front and in back. "All but one of your buttons are undone and you still have the history book balanced well on your head, and, on top of it, you have even learned some history in the process." Jackie opened her eyes. She wasn't quite ready to celebrate or even smile. "Am I done?" She somehow doubted that she would escape his office without even one spanking. "No, we need to get to this last button under your tie, and I'm afraid that if I try that button I might jar you and be the one who dislodges the text. So, I would like you to remove the tie." "Yes sir." Jacked reached for the knot of her tie. She bit her lower lip as she cautiously undid the knot. Fortunately it was not tied tightly. However, it was clearly very difficult to undo the tie while keeping her head firmly still. It was when she was trying to pull the tie through the knot that she inadvertently, but understandably, tilted her head and the book hit the floor. "Oh no!" She looked at Mr. Peters fearfully, her hands still on the tie. She frantically finished untying it, as if by undoing the tie she could undo the falling of the book. "Well, my dear, I believe that requires a spank." He walked around behind her. "Bend over, and grasp your hands behind your knees." She did as she was told. The position was very embarrassing for her. She could tell that her bottom was fully thrust out. It was even raised up a bit. The last time she was posed like this it was for a boyfriend who liked to do it from behind. She had even been embarrassed with him, as she knew he could see her little rosebud. Posing like this for Mr. Peters was even more shameful. At least her panties were covering her fanny. SMACK! "Yikes!" Jackie squealed. She hadn't expected him to whack her that hard. But, she was grateful that he hadn't asked her to pull down her panties. Polly told her that they had been spanked on their bare bottoms. Mr. Peters resumed his position in front of her. "Alright, Miss Sampler, pick up the text and we will continue." Jackie was very surprised. "Only one?" As soon as she spoke she knew she should have kept her mouth shut. Why question his leniency? She was just so surprised, the question naturally slipped out. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't explain that. Each time the number of spanks increases exponentially. The first time it is only one. The second time it is two. The third time it is four, and so on." She had to ask! She would much rather not have known. She unclasped her hands, picked up the book, and resumed her position. As she stood back up her blouse opened up somewhat. Mr. Peters got a nice peek at the large white cups. Jackie saw where his eyes were focused and pulled her blouse shut. However, with the tie undone and only the top button left, her large breasts were now more effective in keeping the blouse at least somewhat open. The inside curves of her round, white cupped breasts were provocatively exposed to view. The Lessons Ch. 21 When she was ready Mr. Peters approached her. He first slowly pulled the tie through her collar. Jackie quietly groaned and trembled, but not so much to dislodge the book. Once the tie was fully removed he let it drop to the floor. He then undid the only remaining button. Jackie again bit her lower lip. Mr. Peters stood right up against her. He looked at her pretty, freckled face. He thought she had the cutest of noses and darling eyes. Her entire complexion was so charmingly speckled with her freckles. "Hold still, Jackie," he warned her. He grasped hold of her blouse and slowly pulled it open. "Oh no, Mr. Peters," Jackie complained. She scrunched her eyes shut but she held her ground as her bra enclosed breasts came into full view. Two quite large white mounds nicely shaped by the soft fabric of her youthful brassiere. Jackie could feel her nipples rise up against the cotton fabric with the cool air of his office. She hoped he wouldn't notice. He had. "Your breasts are wonderful, Jackie." "Mr. Peters don't say that!" and the book crashed to the floor. Jackie took the opportunity to pull her blouse shut and hide her bra. "Resume the position." "Must you spank me sir? I will continue the exercise, but must I also be spanked?" "As I said, the spanking is both for punishment and for self-discipline. Now, be a good girl and grasp your hands behind your knees." "Yes sir." She resumed the position. He circled behind her. WHACK! WHACK! "Ouw!" she squealed. The second one rocked her a bit, but she maintained the position. Mr. Peters was impressed. She was a trooper. "Alright then. Good. Now pick up the book and place it back on your head." "Yes sir," she glumly said. Her bottom was now feeling a bit warm. Mr. Peters had not returned to standing in front of her. When she was ready he reached for the collar of her blouse and slowly pulled it apart. "Relax your arms Jackie." 'Oh my goodness,' thought Jackie. 'He's actually taking off my blouse. I can't believe this is happening to me!' She concentrated on relaxing her arms. She even tried to help him pull the blouse from her body without causing the book to fall. "Your balance right now Jackie is most impressive. Most girls have difficulty with the blouse removal portion of this exercise but you are performing most admirably." "Thank you, sir," she replied softly, but not particularly proudly. Mr. Peters was able to remove the entire blouse. He returned to stand in front of her. "Jackie, I am really impressed." He was impressed in more ways than one. He was sincerely impressed that she was able to keep the book on her head but he was also impressed with the two large white breasts that were now so provocatively displayed. The college uniform white cotton bra was not particularly sexy, but it did little to diminish the sexual allure of these luscious globes, capped by such perky nipples. Jackie's erect posture to maintain the book on her head also had the added effect of thrusting out her chest. This contrasted nicely with the mortified expression on her face. She didn't want to be pushing them out, as if she was trying to show them off to Mr. Peters, but that's exactly what she was doing. "Really excellent," Mr. Peters observed. "I am very pleased with what I am seeing." "Thank you, sir," Jackie repeated. "You seem a bit upset, Jackie. Is there something wrong?" "Well, golly Mr. Peters, I'm standing in your office with my blouse off. I mean, I only have on my brassiere. It's a little embarrassing, don't you think?" "Not at all, Jackie. You must learn to control these feelings, these troubling, distracting emotions. These are the things that throw you out of harmony. You are now standing straight, well balanced. You look poised and confident. You should feel proud." "I guess." "You are not convinced." "Well, I'm not sure, Mr. Peters." "Focus your mind, Jackie. Concentrate. Do not be distracted by the beguilements, temptations, and perturbations around you." Mr. Peters then reached out and unclasped the waistband of her skirt. "Oh my!" she shrieked as both the skirt and book fell to the floor. Jackie brought one of her hands to the front of her panties, the other to her breasts. She bent partly over to try to hide as much of herself as possible. It was not particularly successful. Her breasts were so large that a considerable proportion of their roundness was still visible. Her embarrassed modesty even made her appear all the more enticing, bent over in front of him, a mortified expression on her face, her pleated skirt lying helplessly at her feet. Her bottom was sticking delightfully out as she was bent over trying to keep the front of her body hidden from view. "Oh Mr. Peters, did you have to do that? Even my skirt?" "Hmm. I'm a little disappointed, Jackie. But, more importantly, how do you feel right now, at this moment in time?" "Mortified! My goodness, Mr. Peters. Isn't it a little obvious?" "And where is the book?" "On the floor." "Yes, precisely. It's your feelings that dropped the book, not my hands or your skirt. Perhaps though in time you will learn. Now resume the position." "Oh golly." She looked away from him in shame, bent over further, and removed her hands to clasp them behind her knees. Mr. Peters took his position behind her, but somewhat to her left. "Excellent," he said as he gazed at her upraised bottom, now clad only in white cotton panties that were stretched across her curves. The pouch of her cunnie poked out between her tightly clenched thighs. He thought of lightly tracing his finger along the mound, finding her slit, perhaps even her clit. But, that would be inappropriate. That would be taking advantage of the situation to satisfy his own needs, his own desires. He did, however, briefly adjust and squeeze through his pants his growing erection. SWAT! SWAT! "Mr. Peters!" Her bottom danced and jiggled with the spanks. SWAT! SWAT! "Oh Mr. Peters, that hurts. Please, I've never been spanked before." "Then you are learning quite a bit this evening, Miss Sampler." He paused to admire her bottom. She was so nicely curved. Two delicious white, round hills. "That was four, Jackie. The next time it will be eight. You need to concentrate. Stay in the moment. Allow your feelings to come, and through their acceptance overcome them. You will then learn to balance, to harmonize, your mood. Pick up the text and resume your meditation." Jackie picked up the history text and, once again, placed it on her head. "Think only of the text, Jackie, nothing else. Let nothing else around you be a distraction, it is just you and history, balanced in your mind, nothing else matters." She closed her eyes, trying to concentrate on the book, perched on her head, trying to forget that she was standing in Mr. Peters' office wearing only her bra and panties. Well, also, her white socks and Mary Janes, but she would happily trade those for her blouse or skirt. She felt very exposed and vulnerable. She wanted to clasp her hands in front of her, to hide her most feminine part from view, but she needed to keep them to her side to maintain her balance. She wondered what Mr. Peters was doing while she was herself so exposed. Mr. Peters was enjoying the view. She was entrancing. He wondered precisely how large were her breasts, although the bra size hardly mattered. She would still be very enticing if they were small, standing in front of him, her chest thrust forward, wearing but her cotton panties and bra. They were regulation school panties, no frills, no lace, but they were rather tight, clinging well to her delicate figure. He detected even a bit of camel toe as the cotton clung tightly to the soft rise of fabric in between her legs. Mr. Peters spoke softly. "What are thinking, Jackie?" "That I must look awfully silly." "What are you feeling?" "Embarrassed." "Accept these feelings, and then turn your attention back to the book. Think only of the book, only of history." "I'm trying, sir, really I am." "Jackie." "Yes sir." "Take a deep breath, keeping your concentration on the book. Don't lose your balance." "Yes sir." She breathed in deeply. Her breasts expanded, pushing out her bra as if they were large balloons becoming even bolder as they were being pumped with air. "Hold it in, but just a bit. I don't want you to get dizzy." He admired how her breasts looked more prominent, more majestic as she filled her lungs with air. He ran his fingers up and down the erection in his pants. "That's a good girl. Now, slowly let your breath release. Let it leave your body, feel how it departs." Jackie slowly exhaled, her breasts coming back down, although still jutting out as she maintained her straight, shoulder back posture to keep the book balanced on her head. "Try that a few more times, thinking only of the book and feeling only your breathing, the book and your breathing. Not too deeply, or too rapidly, just calmly breathe, concentrating only on the book, and your breathing." Jackie followed his instruction. He worked with her the first few times, reminding her to think only of the book, and the breathing, as he watched her young, full breasts rise and fall, rise and fall. He eventually became quiet and just watched her breathe, or more accurately watched her breasts fill out and release, occasionally checking her expression to see if she was getting calmer, more relaxed. She was responding well, beginning to forget that she was wearing only her bra and panties. After awhile, he asked, very quietly, "And, how do you feel now, Jackie." She spoke with more calm and assurance, "Actually, better now, Mr. Peters. I feel better, not nearly so nervous anymore." "Keep your attention on history. Maintain your composure, your balance, your concentration. With your concentration, with your balance, comes your comfort, your peacefulness." "Yes sir. I think I'm beginning to understand." "Excellent. A calm, deep breath now." She breathed in, her bra blowing up. "Breathe out as I tell you that I will take you to the next step. Feel the tension leave with your breath, your concentration remain." She didn't know what he meant by that, what he was intending to do, although she had a good idea, but she concentrated on the book and the breathing. This feeling of calm, it was so much better than the anxiety. She wanted to relax, to maintain her balance. She heard him move behind her back, but she concentrated on her balance. She felt his hands on the clasp of her bra. He pulled it away from her skin. She moved slightly but did not lose her balance. She had anticipated this and was ready. She remained calm, breathing in and out. She felt her bra unclasp. He let go of the clasp and resumed his position in front of her. The bra was loosely hanging from her body, but it had not fallen far at all. The straps were still on her shoulders. Only a bit of cleavage was revealed. "History and breathing, Jackie, you're doing well. Feel only your breathing and history balanced in your mind. Breathe in and out. Maintain your calm, your composure, your balance." She didn't respond. She was concentrating on doing precisely that. She was feeling even calmer despite what he was doing. He carefully, gently, took hold of the straps of her bra and pulled them from her shoulders. They fell down her arms. She didn't move. The book did not fall. Her breasts rose and fell with her nervous excitement. The bra slipped down further on her breasts, but still they did not fall. The cups were now held up only by the upright firmness of her breasts. Mr. Peters stepped back. "Outstanding, Jackie. You are doing wonderful." "Thank you, sir," she replied softly. Feeling quite calm and relaxed. Mr. Peters wondered if her heavy breathing might itself dislodge her bra. He waited, watching it rise and fall on her breasts. He again felt his erection through his pants. He allowed himself a few stokes and squeezes as he admired the sight of her bra, perched so precariously on her boobs. "Jackie, remove the bra yourself." She did not hesitate. She no longer felt embarrassed. She felt in control. She could have shook the bra loose but that would have resulted in the book falling. She carefully reached up with both hands, lightly took hold of the cups, and gently removed them from her breasts. She let go of the cups and let her hands return to her sides. The bra fell to the floor, falling just in front of her pleated skirt. Mr. Peters eyes widened at the sight of her lusciously large tits. They were wonderful globes of delightful flesh. He could see why the bra had difficulty falling on its own. They stood up very well. They seemed to point a bit out to each side as well as up, the pink nipples prominently perched on the top front of each delectable mound. Her breasts were lily white, even whiter than her naturally pale skin, although also heavily speckled throughout with little orange freckles. "Concentrate on your breathing and the book, your breathing and the book," Mr. Peters instructed as he concentrated on the rising and falling of these two gorgeously round boobs and pretty little nipples. Jackie's effort to think only of the breathing and the book was actually becoming easier, as her breathing accelerated with the excitement of exposing her breasts to the eyes of Mr. Peters. She was showing Mr. Peters her young breasts, breasts that only a few boys so far had seen. She was proud of them. She was proud when she had shown them to Denis, but right now she was even prouder of the fact that she was remaining calm despite the fact that she was showing them to one of her professors, to Mr. Peters, standing in his office wearing only her panties, socks, and Mary Janes. She was certain that he was looking at her tits, but, at the moment, she didn't even seem to mind. She was noticing only her breathing, feeling her breasts rise and fall. She was surprised at how calm she was, and proud, perhaps even prouder about her calm than her breasts, who themselves were thrust boldly out towards Mr. Peters. Mr. Peters moved to her side. Her nipples looked even more prominent from this perspective, perching so perkily. He moved behind her. She could hear his movements. She even felt his breath on the back of her neck as he moved up close behind her. She felt something briefly touch her lower back.. She wasn't sure what it was. She imagined it must be his hand. It was in fact the head of his stiff penis. He didn't let it stay there long. He considered reaching around to grasp her breasts from behind, but he knew that this would be unfair. There was no way she would maintain the book on her head if he did that. Mr. Peters moved back into position in front of her. He licked the tips of his index fingers and lightly brought them to Jackie's nipples. "Hnnnn" she briefly murmured but, impressively, she maintained her composure. The book did not fall. "Very, very impressive, Jackie. One of the best demonstrations of composure I have seen. I had not even warned you about that, yet you hardly flinched." Jackie did not respond. She was deep in her meditation. Mr. Peters circled the tips of his index fingers around and around the tips of her nips. They rapidly rose in response, pointing up to the ceiling. Jackie's rate of breathing also notably increased. Her breasts were swelling and falling more rapidly. But, she did not move a muscle. She continued to stand with her chest pushed outward. If anything, she pushed them out a bit more, encouraging his touch. He licked his fingers again and circled the tips of his fingers around and around the nipple stems and tips. They felt wonderful. They were so stiff, so tall, so pointed. He could hear a bit of a sigh in Jackie's breathing. He leaned down, stuck out his tongue, and flicked at the nipple of her left breast with the tip of his tongue. The breast hardly moved. It's inertia was impressive. "Mr. Peters," Jackie softly replied as she felt his tongue licking her nipple. He didn't suck on it. He didn't want to pull on her breast, as that might dislodge the book. He just licked, tickled, and flicked at the nip with his tongue. He could hear her quietly whimpering, but this time with a rising passion. He stepped back. Her breasts were now rising and falling quite heavily, yet the book remained comfortably perched on her head. Her moist nipple glistened in the light. Her eyes remained closed. Her face was flushed red, redder than her hair. Her freckles seem to even glow with redness. He knelt down in front of her. His face was now just inches from her cunnie. He leaned in to take a closer look. The rise of her mound was so sensuous. The cotton looked so soft. Her camel toe was clearly evident. "Be still, Jackie," Mr. Peters warned. Jackie knew where he was. She had heard him kneel, and she could feel his breath on her thighs. She was ready. She could handle even this. Her mind was momentarily distracted by the realization that Mr. Peters, her professor, a man so much older than her, a man she hardly even knew, was going to pull her panties down and surely look ever so closely at her cunt. But, the rising feelings of insecurity, shock, and outrage quickly dissipated as she accepted them, and turned back to her breathing, regaining her balance, her composure, breathing deeply, concentrating on her book. She felt him carefully grip the waistband of her panties. She sighed, but not in nervous apprehension, more in anticipated excitement. She could feel herself getting wet, anticipating the moment when he would see her cunt, but, again, bringing her mind back to her breathing. Mr. Peters paused. He did not want to jerk on them, did not want to be the one to make her lose her balance. He looked at the cotton covering her cunnie. He detected a wetness. He smelled her arousal, the scent of her cunt. He pulled down the panties, carefully, slowly. His dick was swelling hard in his pants. Little curls of hair first came into view. It was not a thick patch, just a delicate patch of orangish-red strands. He could hear her breathing increase. He looked up. Her breasts looked huge from this angle, like large snow peaks jutting out from her chest, rising and falling with her breaths. He pulled her panties down farther, exposing her sweet mound. She was so pretty: a tender little hillock appearing between her thighs, dusted with a thin orange fleece, and traversed by the most feminine slit that was pushed slightly apart by her two wavy skirts of flesh that emerged so subtly from the crevice. Mr. Peters said quietly, "You're most pretty here, Jackie." Jackie trembled. She could feel his breath on her cunnie. She knew her exposed cookie was now just inches from his eyes. She kept her eyes closed. Even if she opened them she knew she could not look down. The book rocked. Mr. Peters pulled down harder on her panties. He thought that they were largely free of the hardest part, but one corner was still a bit lodged on the lower part of her left fanny. With her trembling and his pulling, the book fell off her head, hitting Mr. Peters on his head, and flopped to the floor. Mr. Peters looked despondently at the book. He was disappointed. She had done so well, and, frankly, he knew a significant part of the responsibility for her failure was his own. Jackie also felt bad. She finally opened her eyes and looked at the book. She noticed for the first time how naked she was. Her breasts jutting out, her nipples erect, her panties caught now on her thighs, and Mr. Peters' face just inches from her sweet spot. But, she did not try to hide herself. She just looked at the book. Mr. Peters looked up at her and spoke first. "I'm sorry, Jackie. That was really my fault. I pulled too hard on your panties." The Lessons Ch. 21 Jackie, however, shook her head, her breasts wobbling slightly with the movement. She placed her hand on his head and replied, "No sir, I must take the responsibility. I know I could have done it." She bent over at the waist, her face coming right down to his, within inches of his own. Her luxurious red hair spilled around his face. Her breasts swung with the movement. They seemed to grow even larger as they hung down toward him. She placed her hands on her knees, looked him in the eyes, and said, "Spank me, Mr. Peters. I want you to spank me." Mr. Peters smiled at her. He was very impressed. She was being a very good pupil, now, perhaps for the first time, learning to take responsibility for herself. He stood up, being careful not to let his erection be so evident, which was difficult given its size and her closeness. He moved around to her behind. She looked as pretty from behind as she did in front. Her little butt was poking up high. She was giving him as much of a target as she could. Her cheeks were even parted and he could easily see her lovable rosebud, twitching a little with anticipation. And, just below, an orange feathery growth emerging out from between her clenched thighs, ineffectively hiding her soft, fleshy sweet mound. He stroked himself through his slacks for awhile as he admired the sight. "Don't be soft on me, Mr. Peters," she admonished. "I know I should have, could have, maintained my balance." Mr. Peters though had no intention of being hard on her. He had no interest in actually hurting her, beyond simply the stimulating stings of sweet smacks. He raised his hand halfway and gave her eight whacks, this time in a slow, steady, even cadence. SMACK. He waited. SMACK. Again, he waited. SMACK. Her butt felt so nice on his hand. SMACK. It jiggled and shook with each swat. Jackie grimaced with the smacks but she did not cry out. There would be twice as many as before, but this time they didn't actually appear to be that hard. Maybe her meditation skills were also helping her tolerate pain? Her bottom did sting, the spanking did jar her body, but it wasn't bad at all. In fact, it was a little stimulating, a little spicy stinging in her fanny. It was kind of nice. She rested her head against her knees, showing him more of her personal parts, and sighed with pleasure as he continued. SMACK. Her cheeks was turning a nice rosy glow. SMACK. How could a man resist this bottom? The last two he applied with significantly more force and quickness SMACK! SMACK! Jackie yelped with surprise at the last two but also moaned with pleasure. She actually wished that he would continue. She knew that she was now very wet between her legs. She considered asking him for more. Maybe just a few more? She also contemplated touching herself while he did it. But, her own arousal was perhaps just another distraction. Mr. Peters was breathing heavily himself. He would have also liked to spank her some more, perhaps even play with his cock as he did so. But, he had a job to do. He would not shirk his responsibility. "Alright, Jackie, pick up the book for the remaining lesson." Jackie picked up the book, feeling a little light headed. She had a fleeting thought of calling up Denis when she got home. She had broken up with him. She had caught him with another girl, but right now she wished she did have a boyfriend. She would want one tonight. Her panties fell to the floor as she carefully placed the book on her head. Keeping her balance now was difficult for a different reason. She was no longer fighting the feelings of anxiety, annoyance, or embarrassment, she was fighting the feelings of a very intense sexual excitement. Mr. Peters returned to his position in front of her. He could see the passion in her eyes, in the flushed cheeks of her face, in the panting of her breasts, and in the wetness of her cunt. It was time for one last lesson. As soon as she was ready, he told her. "For the last one, Jackie, the most difficult one, but one I am confident that you can do. I will touch you here," and he then lightly placed his finger on her slit, her very wet slit. She flinched a bit, but closed her eyes and regained control. An hour ago she would have been shocked, mortified, to feel the finger of Mr. Peters on her cunt, but now she wanted it, she wanted it very much. She concentrated on the book, on her breathing, and on the pleasure of his touch. "Jackie, this will be difficult. I will carefully, lightly, caress you here." As he spoke he began to tenderly slide his finger up and down her slit. "Your task will be to keep the book balanced on your head. This will be most difficult, a true test of your strength, of your control. Only the most harmonious of students can master this challenge. But, the reward will be equally sweet. You must keep the book balanced up to, and only up to, the point of your orgasm. Once you orgasm, you can relinquish all control. If you succeed, our session will be over. You will be free to go, and I promise you that you will find better self-control in your daily life. Do you want to try?" "Yes sir," she softly replied. She even carefully parted her legs to give him more room, as well as to provide for better balance. He continued to slide his finger up and down the crevice. He felt the folds and furrows of her moist labia, pushing them and flipping them in and around the gap. Toward the bottom of her slit he gently worked his finger in. Pushing not so hard as to jar her body, but hard enough to enter her soft, tight, moistness. But, he didn't stay long. As soon as he had entered her cunt he pulled back out, and spread the additional moisture along her slit. He hesitated toward the top when he felt the hardness of her slit and the soft rise of the hood that protected it. It was like a hard pointed button amid the cushiony softness. Using just the tip of his finger he pressed down on her clit and slowly circled his finger, massaging the sensitive flesh, twirling it around and around. Jackie was openly panting. She wanted to rest her hands on his shoulders as he worked her clit. It felt so good. She opened her eyes, meeting his own with an intense, heated stare. His eyes were affectionate but steady; hers were steady but inflamed with youthful passion. "Mr. Peters," she gasped. He pushed harder with his circling, massaging finger. She shifted. But, she locked her legs more firmly to the ground, and the book remained in position. She kept her eyes fixed on his as she felt her craving, her desire, rising within her. She lowered her thighs somewhat, crouching in a blatant display of animalistic lust rather than the early curtsy. She was breathing heavily through her nose. Her cunt was flowing with moisture, dripping down her thighs. He knew if he brought in another finger, into her cunt or perhaps grasp her breast, she would cum more quickly but he would probably jar her body. He instead concentrated his attention on pleasuring her with just the one finger. He removed it from her clit. Her eyes half shut in disappointment, but they opened more fully than before when she felt him insert it back up into her vagina, pushing up more freely this time with her increased moisture and arousal. He worked his finger in and out of her cunt. They said nothing as they intently stared into each other's eyes. All they could hear was the slurping and slushing sound as his finger worked in and out of Jackie's cunt. She wanted so much to meet his thrusts with her own, to plunge her cunt up and down on his finger, but she remained still as he fucked her with his finger. Mr. Peters' own cock was now itself fully engorged, pushing hard against his slacks. He could no longer himself hold back any further. Showing his own lack of control, he used his left hand to feel his stiffness, to massage his hardness. He squeezed it and stroked it through his slacks as he moved the finger of his right hand in and out of her cunt. Jackie knew what he was doing. She could tell by the movements of his left shoulder that he was playing with himself but she did not mind. Her task was clear and she was going to succeed. She would not be distracted, by anything, even by the fact that Mr. Peters was openly masturbating in front of her. She did not look down. She did not say anything. She just concentrated on the book, her breathing, and the lustful wetness of her hot cunt. Oh, it felt so nice. If only he would fuck her harder. He pulled his finger out. "Please," she whispered, her brown eyes desperate now with passion. He brought three of his fingers to her clit, pressing the tips of all three against the hard button and the surrounding soft flesh. Jackie braced herself. He was pushing a bit hard, but she hoped that he would do what she in fact did to herself when she diddled at home in her bed. He did. He used rapid back and forth motions with all three fingers. Pushing hard but jiggling, rubbing, prodding, and shaking the flesh back in forth in short, swift motions. That was it. The orgasm gushed through her body in a flood of pleasure. She closed her eyes, remained standing, but reached out and grasped his cock through his slacks. With her touch his own orgasm gushed from his cock, flooding his boxers with hot sticky cum. Mr. Peters closed his eyes and felt the spurting and spewing filling his pants. The orgasmic relief was intense. The touch of her fingers was so unexpected, so unplanned, so inappropriate, but so good. The floodgates of pleasure overwhelmed his body as his cock poured out its sticky, hot liquid into his boxers. She gripped the head of his cock with her little hand, feeling him pulsating and spurting his jism into his slacks. She knew he was cumming in his pants but she didn't mind. In fact, she liked it. She was making him cum as he was making her. It also helped her maintain her balance. She used her grip on his rapidly wetting stiffness to hold herself steady as she felt her own waves of pleasure sweep over her body. She trembled in ecstasy. The book tipped one way, then another, rocking on her head, but, it ultimately stayed put. Her eyes were clenched shut. She could feel her hand getting moist as his cum seeped through his slacks, but, more importantly, she felt the intoxicating rapture that overwhelmed her own body. She felt dizzy with joy, faint with pleasure. She wanted to lie down, but she held firmly onto his cock as her climax finally crested then descended in sweet, soft ripples. She opened her eyes. He could feel that she was done. He opened his eyes. She was panting. Her breasts were heaving. They were covered in a dewy perspiration. Her eyes looked exhausted. But, the book was still there, and her soft, tender fingers still gripped his dick through the soaked front of his slacks. He spoke first. "I guess I was the one who lost control." She grinned with a playful blissfulness. She let go of his cock. She stretched her arms out to her sides, her breasts rising up as she did so. She then carefully, slowly dropped down, like a ballerina executing a demi-plie in second position, the book impressively staying balanced on her head. When she was fully in position she puckered her lips. Mr. Peters stepped cautiously forward until the wet bulge in his pants touched her lips. She could smell the fresh scent of his cum and feel the wetness on her lips. He removed the book from her head. She grasped his hips and planted a firm kiss on the soggy bulb poking through his slacks. She could taste a bit of his cum. He dropped the book to his side, reached down and softly took hold of her arms, and pulled her back up. He smiled at her. "No one has ever done that as well." He bent down to kiss her on her lips. She kissed him back, wrapping her arms around him. No one had ever given her as passionate of an orgasm. He felt the full softness of her breasts against his chest, the stiffness of her nipples poking through his shirt. He broke their kiss. "I think you will do fine now, Jackie." She pretended to pout. "But, aren't there any more meditative exercises? That really can't be the end of the lessons, can it?" "Well, there is the hara derriere." She smiled. "Goodie!" To be continued . . . - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I hope you liked it. Once again, if you have an interest in further stories within this theme, please do let me know. I am very happy to continue the original Lessons theme, if you're interested. In any case, please do vote. It helps very much to know that persons do actually value and appreciate these stories enough to cast a vote. The Lessons Ch. 22 She reached out with her right hand to feel the front of his slacks. She smiled broadly when she felt that he was in fact already fairly erect. She playfully said, "I guess he missed me too." She could see and feel him becoming even stiffer through his slacks. He had decided to wear loose boxers that evening. He found them much more comfortable and he was frankly hoping that they would be able to find some time alone together. The boxers gave her much better access than his tight briefs, particularly when he wore his loose fitting dress slacks. It didn't take him long to get rock hard with her fingers playing along his growing penis. She look down to see the very clear protrusion in his slacks where the swollen head of his cock was trying to push through. She smiled with satisfaction as she said, "Yes, it looks like he misses me very much indeed." She licked her lips as she circled her index finger around and around the round bulge in his pants. James pushed out his hips to encourage her. "You know, Jimmy, I think I should give him his own little name." She looked back up at his face with her large round eyes as she was tenderly circling around and around the head of his engorged cock with the tip of her index finger. "I've given names to all my little animals, dolls, and pets. He shouldn't be left out." She smiled teasingly at him, "What should I call him, I wonder?" Jim's breathing was becoming more rapid and heavy. Her finger felt so nice. If they weren't in her bedroom, he would be sorely tempted to just unzip his pants. It seemed to him that she was at the point that she would not object to putting her hand right on it. "I'd call him 'Mr. Peters,' but that would only make me think of one of my teachers at college," although, she didn't really mind thinking of Mr. Peters that way. He was one of the better looking professors. But, still, he should have his own name. "No," she said, as if in deep thought, "I think I'll call him 'Pogo.' 'Pogo' was the name of my first puppy. I loved him so very much." Melissa was in fact thinking of giving Pogo a little kiss. She could feel her heart flutter and the blood rise to her face as she contemplated doing this, of actually putting her lips right on his stiffie. It did look awfully inviting. She could see the round bulb of the top of his stiff penis poking out hard against his slacks. She felt the soft curves of his crown, tracing her finger around and around the tip. She heard Jim groan. He pushed out his hips even further, giving his erection a more dramatic display. She leaned down toward him, lowering her face closer and closer to his hardness. "Alright kids, dinner's ready!" Mrs. Andrews yelled up from downstairs. The sound of her mother's voice snapped her out of her reverie. She turned her head up to look at Jimmy. She smiled sweetly at him as she squeezed the head of his cock through his slacks. She could see the frustration in his eyes. "Pogo is awfully stiff and hard, isn't he Jimmy." He smiled back and stroked her hair. "That's cause he likes you so much." Melissa giggled. She gripped him hard through his slacks and stroked him up and down. She wasn't sure why she was doing that now. She certainly didn't want to make him cum just as they were about to go down for dinner. But, she also felt such a strong urge to do it, as well as feeling sorry for getting him so aroused. "Missy," Jimmy gasped as he felt her little hand rubbing his cock through his slacks. He gripped her shoulders tightly, lost in the pleasure of the feel of her fingers, dancing up and down his erection. But, good sense overcame lust. "Wait, wait, stop," he said, breathlessly. They had to control themselves, or at least he had to control himself. He wasn't about to walk downstairs with a big wet stain in his crotch. "Not now, not here!" She knew he was right, but she was awfully disappointed. There was something about being in her bedroom that made her want to go farther, kneeling on her bed while Jimmy showed her his stiffie. But, still, the door to the bedroom was open, her mother was just downstairs, and her parents were in fact waiting for them to come down for dinner. He was right. Not now, not here. They needed to be much more careful where she did things. She gave him a playful pout. "Ok, but you have to promise to let me play with him later." "Not a problem," he replied. She crawled off the bed and scampered out of the room. He followed right behind her, enjoying the swing of her hips and the wiggle of her bottom through her short skirt as she made her way down the stairs. Staring at her butt though did not help him lose his stiffness. He had his left hand stuffed down into his pocket to hold his dick tight against his body, trying to keep it from being so obvious. When they reached the bottom of the stairs she reached back for him with her right hand. He pulled his left hand out and grabbed hold of hers, but just as quickly stuffed his right hand into his slacks to grasp his cock. He couldn't help but wonder how awkward he might look to her parents. Would they wonder why the heck he had his hand stuffed down into his pants? And, how was he possibly going to shake their hands? He would have to use his right hand for that, but once he removed his hand from his pocket, his stiff dick would just poke out his slacks. His heart beat faster as they approached the dining room. Melissa didn't seem to have a clue of his concern. She was gaily leading him along. When he entered the room he was relieved to see that both of her parents were too preoccupied to notice. Melissa's mother, Sarah Andrews, was busy setting the table, and Mr. Andrews was studying the roast beef, trying to figure out how best to cut it. Jim let go of Melissa's hand as he worked his way over to his seat. He got behind his chair, using the back of it to hide from view his stiffness. "Mr. Andrews," he announced. "So very good to see you again, sir," he said, as he reached out his right hand to shake. "Yes, certainly, James, we are very happy that you were able to join us for dinner." Jim always sat next to Melissa, on her right. Timmy would sit across from them, but he was having dinner at a friend's house. Mr. Andrews sat at the head of the table, around the corner from Jim. Mrs. Andrews sat at the foot of the table, across from her husband. James waited for Mrs. Andrews to take her seat before he sat down. Dinner began with grace and the usual pleasantries. As soon as they began to eat, Melissa maneuvered her right hand under the table to place it on Jim's thigh. This would arouse no suspicion or concern of her parents, as they often saw them holding hands. They would assume that she just wanted to hold his hand for awhile. That was understandable, and certainly quite innocent. Melissa's intentions though were not so innocent. She quickly shifted the placement of her hand to his crotch. It was a little awkward to feel him this way, as she didn't want the position of her arm to give her away and she had to reach back to get to his thing. But, with some effort, she was successful and duly rewarded. She could feel that he was still partially erect. She smiled at the thought of what she was doing, right at the dinner table, literally under the noses of her parents. "Did you know, daddy," she said, quite innocently, "Jimmy has his own Pogo." Jim's eyes widened, both at the feel of her fingers on his cock and her provocative remark. "Really, James," Mr. Andrews replied. "Uh, yes sir," he said. Not really knowing what else to say. He did not in fact have a dog. "Yes, daddy," Melissa spoke for him. "He was just a little thing but he's growing up real fast," she said as she felt his cock swelling against her fingers, stretching against the loose fabric of his shorts and slacks. Mrs. Andrews joined in. "What's his name, Jim?" Melissa jumped in quick before he could say anything. "Boner. His name is 'Boner,' mummy." Jim coughed, hoping he wasn't blushing. He considered pushing Melissa's hand away, but he had to admit that he really didn't want to. Her fingers felt so good on him. She was doing all sorts of things under the table. Squeezing him, tickling the head with the tips of her fingers, and sliding up and down as much of it as she could. He in fact actually spread his legs a bit to give her more room. Mrs. Andrews looked puzzled. "Boner? Really? What made you call him that?" This time Jim spoke quickly, not really wanting Melissa to escalate this any farther, at least not what was going on above the table. "Bones, he likes bones a lot Mrs. Andrews. He's always burying bones in the backyard, begging for more. He even seems to find them in other yards and brings them back. After a few weeks of this, it seemed like the best name for him." Mr. Andrews had a rather quizzical, perhaps even disapproving, look on his face. He wasn't so sure that he would name a dog, "Boner." Melissa though was quite pleased with the name. "I like his Boner a lot, daddy," she said, with a gleeful grin, pretending to be entirely innocent to the connotation. Jim though knew fell well the meaning of what she had just said and looked down at his plate, not wanting to catch the eye of either parent. Mrs. Andrews blushed. She got the connotation, but was a little embarrassed for having done so. She naturally figured her daughter was entirely innocent, and perhaps she should not herself have any idea of what Melissa had just said. Mr. Andrews coughed with confusion. He also got it, and he was very uncomfortable with the image it put in his head. He couldn't imagine his daughter doing any such thing. He would have to admit that she was certainly old enough to be doing something like that, but, goodness, his own daughter playing with a boy's stiff penis? Well, that was rather appalling to think about, or was at least very uncomfortable for him to think about. But, just the look in her eyes reassured him. If his daughter was doing anything like that she certainly wouldn't have made such a remark, especially at the dinner table, and certainly not to him. She would have at least become terribly embarrassed at the slip of her tongue. Instead, she was simply smiling quite innocently, naively, at him. He finally replied, "Yes, well, I do recall how much you enjoyed playing with Pogo." Perhaps he could at least get the conversation off the subject of James' Boner. "Oh yes I did, daddy. I loved to pet him and things," she said, as she slid her fingers up and down Jim's hard cock. She then grabbed firmly onto his stiff dick, squeezing tightly as she said, "I like to play with Jimmy's Boner too." Mrs. Andrews had to look away at that one. If only the children knew what they were saying! She stared down at her plate, as Jim was himself doing. He was having some trouble controlling himself, not only because of what Melissa was saying but also with what her hand was doing. She wasn't letting up on him. On the contrary, her tickling, rubbing, and squeezing were becoming more urgent, more intense. He could feel the tension, the pressure, mounting within him. Mr. Andrews tried to change the topic of conversation. He really didn't want to hear his daughter talking any longer about young James' Boner and how much she enjoyed playing with it. "Yes, well, perhaps it's time we get another pet ourselves." Melissa sat up and turned toward her father, releasing her right hand from Jim's lap, placing it on the back of his chair. Jim breathed a sigh of relief, as he felt that he was in fact getting really too close. However, Melissa's change of position was also to provide an excuse for her to be able to get a better feel of and grip on his cock. "Oh daddy, could we?!" she said, as she slid her left hand under the table and grasped firmly Jim's cock through his slacks, now with a much better grip. She kept the upper half of her arm still so that her movements would not be noticeable, but she was vigorously pumping his cock with her left hand. From the perspective of her parents, it only looked like, at worst, that she was just resting her left hand on his leg as she was turned toward her father. Jim was himself firmly grasping his silverware, trying to maintain his composure. He was being vigorously jacked off right beneath the dinner table, in the company of her parents. It felt so good. It was also terribly risky, but that just made it all the more exciting. "That would be wonderful, daddy!" Melissa exclaimed with enthusiasm as she pumped Jim's cock. "Well, we will still have to think about it, dear," her father cautioned. "Oh, but I will take care of it, daddy, I promise. Wasn't I real good with Pogo?" "Yes, you were. I do have to admit that," he acknowledged. "I have even taught Jimmy's Boner all sorts of tricks." Mr. Andrews coughed with confusion. Sweat was also beginning to build on Jim's brow. Her hand felt so good. He knew that she wouldn't take it too far. He had never cum with her hand before. He would always stop her before they went too far. He might have to signal her, as he usually did, and that wasn't so easy right now, at least not perhaps without arousing some suspicion. "For example, I can make his Boner stand up so straight and tall! He gets all excited when he does that," Melissa exclaimed, with apparent gleeful naivety. "He starts jumping around, showing off how big he is!" She used the tips of her fingers to grasp and massage just the tip of his cock. She rubbed around and around his bulb with tight, fast circular motions. Jim bent over and stared down at his plate, trying to conceal his arousal that would now be so readily evident. He scrunched his brow, trying desperately not to get so excited that he might cum in her hand. Mrs. Andrews was also staring at her plate, her face a beet red. She hoped that nobody would notice. She wondered, with considerable discomfort and embarrassment, whether she was the only one at the table who perceived such sexual overtones in what her daughter was saying. Mr. Andrews considered explicitly telling Melissa not to speak any further about James' Boner. It was all very innocent, he knew, on Melissa's part, but it was also quite uncomfortable for himself and he could see for his wife as well. However, he knew that if he did tell her to stop talking about "Jim's Boner," she would want to know, and justifiably so, why her father wanted her to stop talking about his puppy, and he did not want to embarrass his daughter by having her realize how her comments could be taken in such a dirty manner. He knew (or, more accurately, assumed) his daughter would be mortified to learn how her entirely playful discussion of Jim's puppy could be misconstrued to be referring to a male erection, and an erection of her boyfriend sitting right next to her. Not too many fathers want to embarrass their daughters in such a manner, particularly right in front of the boyfriend. Perhaps it was best to just let this ride out to its natural conclusion. "I've been playing with Jim's Boner a lot lately. Jim though does keep him inside. He won't let him come out and play." "Well, he is probably too young to run around the yard on his own." "Oh, I wouldn't let him run around by himself, I'd hold on tight to him." She smiled at Jim as she now lightly stroked her fingers up and down the length of his cock, pausing to tickle the round soft head. She could see, and feel, that he was getting very, very excited. It might only be a matter of seconds now. She added, "Sometimes though he gets so excited that he does makes a mess." This seemed to just be getting worse and worse for Melissa's parents, as well as for Jim. "Yea, yea, I guess so," Jim gasped, bending over quite far, desperately trying not to cum, as well as to keep his flushed face and gasping breath hidden from view. Mr. Andrews could now see Jim's discomfort. He figured that Jim must himself be detecting the double meaning in what Melissa was saying. A boy would clearly have more knowledge and understanding of the implication of the word, "boner," than a girl as innocent and naive about such things as Melissa. Melissa again squeezed hard on Jim's cock beneath the table as she slid her fist up and down its length. She turned her face to him. "I know you don't like having to clean it up when your Boner makes a mess, but sometimes though he just can't help himself." She shifted to just rapidly squeezing and pulling on the head of his cock with a firm grip of her tightly clenched hand. She then said in her most feminine, coquettish, of voice, "It just happens sometimes, despite all your efforts to keep him under control. Sometimes Boner just has to let go and make a big wet mess." That was it. He just couldn't help himself. He felt that feeling of inevitable explosion, the sense of urgent pressure followed by gushes of cum into his pants. He reached for his glass and started gulping down mouthfuls of water as rushes of pleasure swept over him and gobs of jism spewed from his cock. Melissa could feel his cock twitching in her hand and, soon after, the evident moisture on her fingers as his cum seeped through his boxers and slacks. Once it started Jim made no effort to try to stop it. He knew that the front of his pants would now be soaked in cum, but a large stain was really no worse than a small one, and he just gave himself over to letting it happen. And, if felt so nice. An intense feeling of release as surging waves engulfed him as his cock repeatedly jerked and jettisoned globs of cum. It felt particularly nice to have Melissa's fingers, for the first time, stay right on the head of his cock as it gushed its cum. She rubbed and massaged the head as it spewed its load, feeling it soaking into his slacks while further rubbing the head of his dick, now with his own moist, hot jism. Mr. Andrews was, by now, simply speechless. He felt quite sorry for Jim, as he could see his embarrassment over what Melissa was saying. He apparently could hardly find any words to say, being reduced to trying to hide his speechless discomfort in a long drink of water. When the final spurt was released, Jim sat back and sighed. His face now beet red, his heart pounding, his body exhausted, he said, "Yea, he can make a big mess, and sometimes I don't even know how, how to best clean it up." Melissa smiled sweetly at Jim. She removed her hand from underneath the table. The tips of her fingers were moist with the cum that had seeped through. She brought them to her nose. She found the aroma of his cum to be quite pleasing. It was sort of a fresh, clean scent. She considered saying something about how sweet Jim's Boner smelled, but that wouldn't make any real sense. She instead reached for her water glass and brought it over to Jim. "You're almost out of water, Jim. Here, I haven't drank any of mine. Let me fill yours up." Jim hadn't perceived her actual intention, but it didn't take long to find out. As soon as she started pouring Melissa turned to her mother, as if to ask her something, and then poured much of her own water onto the table and, more importantly, right onto Jim's lap. "Oh my goodness!" she exclaimed. "I made a big mess myself! I'm so sorry." Jim pushed back quickly in his chair, trying to avoid the spill, but, fortunately, it was impossible. The front of his pants were now soaking wet. It was a rather embarrassing place for a spill. Mr. and Mrs. Andrews were both very sympathetic, realizing that it actually looked like Jim had suffered a rather terribly embarrassing accident. But, for Jim it was a very fortunate and effective accident. His cum stain was now thoroughly well disguised. Cleaning up the mess wasn't particularly pleasant. Melissa was right about that, although Jim declined her offer to help dab and rub his pants dry. There had been perhaps enough of her playing around in that area for one evening. The Lessons Ch. 22 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Melissa, however, was quick to find an opportunity to return to the scene of her crime. On Friday of that same week they were invited to a party at Pamela's house. When her parents were out of town Pamela liked to have these big parties. Her parents didn't mind, as long as nothing was broken and they didn't leave a big mess behind for mom to clean up. In fact, in many respects Pamela's parties were rather tame, as there was little to no drinking. Most of the kids who came were under age for drinking, and Pamela did not herself encourage or support it. However, many of her parties did end up in mass make-out sessions. As most of the Templeton students still lived at home with their parents, a house without the parents was a great opportunity. Melissa and Jim quickly joined in, and it wasn't too long before Melissa's hand was working its way down into the crotch of his pants. They kissed and clutched in Pamela's parents' living room for quite a bit of time, along with about twelve other couples. Most everyone else was in the den downstairs, drinking colas, shooting pool, watching a movie on TV, and just hanging out. The living room lights were all off, so that it was difficult to eavesdrop visually. However, it was pretty clear what was going on. The room was filled with sounds of feminine purring, masculine groaning, lips smacking, and clothes rustling. Everyone largely respected each other's privacy, although at times one could not help but notice through the darkness a hand on a breast or even inside someone's pants. There was also the occasional sound of a feminine voice scolding a guy who was trying to go a bit too far. This evening, however, Jim was wearing jockey briefs and jeans, which didn't make it so easy for Melissa to play with him. They necked and she petted for quite some time. She could tell that he was rock hard, but she found it frustrating that she really couldn't even get a good feel of it, let alone handle it. The tight jockies and jeans just didn't give her much access. "Jimmy," she said, her eyes looking deep into his as she lightly stroked his erection through his jeans. "Would you come with me, I want to show you something." She grabbed his hand, pulled him from the couch they were sharing with Betty and Rick, who hardly noticed their departure as they were themselves deep within a clutch and French kiss. Jim, though, did notice Betty pushing Jim's hand away as he tried to get a feel of her breast. "Yea, sure," he replied as Melissa pulled him away. Melissa dragged him down the hallway and into the family bathroom, looking behind her as she pulled him inside, not wanting anyone to notice where they had gone. However, at Pamela's parties, most of the guests rarely gave much attention to the other couples. As soon as she got him inside she quickly shut and locked the door. She turned to Jim and said, quite flirtatiously, "Jimmy, maybe this would be a good time to let Pogo come out and play with me?" Jim's immediate reaction was, 'Anytime, anyplace.' Heck, he might not have even resisted her if she had pulled his cock out beneath her parents' dinner table, although clearly that would have been very, very risky. And, even here, he wasn't so sure. "Missy!? Right now, in Pamela's house?" Melissa leaned back against the bathroom door. She gave him her best coquettish, pleading expression. "Please Jimmy. I want to see it. I've wanted to see it for quite awhile now, and I won't keep him out for too long." Jim knew that was true. It probably wouldn't take too long for her to make him cum. "But, here, in the bathroom?" "I think it's perfect, Jimmy. I mean, I know it's not terribly romantic but," she blushed as she said the next thing, "when you, you know, do it, it will be easy to clean up." She smiled as she said, "At least I won't have to spill something on you this time." She giggled at the memory. Jim smiled back. He had himself been waiting for this for a long time as well. Melissa whispered, "C'mon, Jimmy, take it out for me." "Alright, if you insist," feigning like it was him doing her the favor. He unzipped his jeans, unbuckled his belt, and unbuttoned the waist. "Wait," Melissa exclaimed. She did have to be sure of one thing first. "You won't tell anyone about this, will you?" "Sure, sure, Missy, I won't tell anyone." "Not even Joey." Joey was his best friend. He told him everything. He had told Joey about what happened at dinner. Joey was immensely jealous. He didn't even have a girlfriend, let alone one who would do something like that. He was, at this very point in time, downstairs having a soda, trying to flirt with Tina. Rumor had it that Tina did all sorts of things. But, he was making no progress. He wasn't surprised. He heard she was dating a graduate student. "No, no, I won't tell Joey." And, he was being honest about that. He would want to tell him, but if Melissa didn't want him to, he wouldn't. He wouldn't violate her trust. "Ok, then, um, you know, let me see it." Jimmy continued to undo his pants. Once he finished he tried to catch her eyes, but she was staring at his crotch. He grasped the waistband of his jeans and his briefs, quickly pulled them down to his ankles, and then more slowly stood back up. He was surprised by his own reaction at showing her, for the first time, his naked penis. He expected that he would feel quite proud, showing off his erection to Melissa. He did feel quite excited, but rather than proud he felt a wave of self-consciousness overwhelm him. His hands moved instinctively in front, covering himself up. "No, no," Melissa protested. "Let me see him." He moved his hands away. His stiff cock bobbed in the air. It was extremely hard, in part because she had been rubbing it so long, but mostly because he was now showing a girl, for the very first time, his erection. "Oh Jimmy, it's so manly." Jim now did indeed feel proud. He even jutted out his chest, although that wasn't the jutting she was noticing. Her eyes were wide with wonder and excitement. "I could tell Pogo was big when I was feeling him through your pants, but I never imagined that he would be this big." Jim really wasn't that big at all. He might in fact be a bit below average in size. But, to the inexperienced eyes of Melissa, he looked like a bull. She couldn't imagine fitting something that big inside of her. Fortunately, that was something that she would not have to worry about for many years. But, it was still intimidating to look at. "Are all guys this big?" "Golly, I don't know," Jim replied. Frankly, he figured that a lot of guys were bigger. He hadn't seen any guys' erections. Well, that wasn't true. There was one time, a few years ago, Joey and him engaged in some adolescent play. It was when they were first getting erections and there was one time that they jerked off together. Well, not really together. They just, well, he didn't like to talk, or even think, about that night. They certainly haven't spoken about it in years. However, he had seen many pictures of hard cocks in the porno sites he visited on the internet. And, the cocks he saw on the porn stars certainly looked a lot bigger than his. But, he wasn't about to tell Melissa this, particularly because he didn't want her to think he was small and, as well, he didn't want to admit to her that he visited porn sites. "Well, you look awfully big to me." She brought one of her fingers to her lips, smiled, and said, as she wiggled her hips like a little kitten, "You're going to let me play with your Pogo stick aren't you?" "Well, sure, yea, if you want," he replied. Frankly, she could do any darn thing she wanted with it. In fact, Jim couldn't help but think about her hopping up and down on his pogo stick. Melissa approached him, somewhat shyly. She was sincerely intimidated by its size, its hardness. To her, it did actually resemble a weapon, like a stiff club with a big round knob at the end. She could feel her heart rate increase as she stepped up to him. She even felt a drop of moisture run down her side from beneath her blouse. She hoped he wouldn't notice that. She got up right in front of him, and then noticed in her peripheral vision that much of their bodies, from their thighs up, was being reflected by the very large mirror over the bathroom sink. She looked at herself in the mirror as she reached down for his hard cock. She watched her hand in the mirror as it grasped the stem of his cock. She could see the pleasure on Jim's face, and heard him gasp, as her bare hand touched the naked skin of his stiff dick. She looked up at him. "Jimmy, it does feel real hard. How do you get it so hard?" she asked, as she slowly slid her hand up and down the naked skin of his shaft. "Missy," he replied, affectionately, but also a bit breathlessly, finding it rather difficult to speak with her little hand wrapped around his cock, "It's pretty much you who's making it hard." Melissa giggled with appreciation at his compliment. "I want to look at it closer," she exclaimed as she got down on her knees in front of him to get a better look. She had certainly seen pictures of erect penises before, but this was the first time she saw one in person, and she was quite fascinated by it. She was particularly impressed with the large red bulb at the top. It looked so powerful, so aggressive; all red and puffed up. But, it was in fact soft to the touch, and so smooth, even shiny. She ran her finger along its soft curves. Jimmy flinched when her finger traced along its underside. 'He must be especially sensitive there,' she figured. She even leaned down into it so that she could see what it smelled like. She didn't want him to notice her smelling his penis, as that did seem, at least to her, to be a rather ridiculous thing to do, but she was so curious about it. She pretended to be looking extra-close at it as she lightly sniffed. She was surprised at its aroma. It didn't stink like she thought it would. She figured it would have some disgusting odor, like what you smell when a bunch of boys are crowded in a room after horsing around. Jock straps must really reek. But, instead, Jimmy's penis had a sort of earthy, peaty, masculine smell. She was in fact quite pleased with it. She felt an impulse to lick it to see what it might taste like. She wondered if it would have any sort of distinctive flavor. She even thought about putting the entire head into her mouth. However, she knew she didn't want to go that far. She was not the kind of girl who gave boys' blow jobs. She had heard about such girls. Pamela was one who was known for doing stuff like that, and some of the girls felt that she was a bit of a slut (yet, that didn't stop them from coming to her party). But, Melissa couldn't help but wonder as she studied the smooth, round bulb. It looked really big right now, as it was but just an inch from her eyes. She turned his cock this way and that, squeezing the head and then looking down into his pee hole, and then studying the funny looking thin skin that stretched hard underneath the head. As she slid her hand up and down the length of the staff, she marveled at how the head seemed to swell and then subside, even getting a richer, deeper purplish color. Jim was studying her as well. It was in fact tremendously steamy to have her pretty face so close to his cock. He knew if she kept this up that he might in fact just explode, and if she stayed where she was he would make quite a mess of her face. That would be terribly erotic, but he knew that she probably wouldn't like it. He would warn her first. But, he didn't have to. He heard her sigh, felt her warm breath wash across the head of his cock, and then watched her get up off the floor. Once she was standing, she took hold of his cock and used it to maneuver him so that both of them were facing directly at the bathroom mirror. They admired the sight. They could see themselves standing next to each other, both with big grins on their faces as Melissa was grasping Jim's stiff dick. Jim had to admit that his cock did actually look impressive. It was jutting out quite boldly, pointing proudly toward the reflection and even well over the bathroom sink. It even looked rather large in contrast to Missy's petite feminine hand. They both smiled at the sight they made. Jim with his pants down, his dick jutting out, Melissa standing next to him, almost at attention and so much shorter than him, stroking his stiff dick, moving her fist up and down the shaft. Jim would have liked to be holding her and kissing her (and fondling her, but that was still out of the question), while she jerked him off, but there was also something to be said for watching her do it to him in the mirror. It was like they were voyeurs of their own sexual play. Jim, however, at least put his left arm around her waist and pulled her tight against him. He had to frankly use his other hand to steady himself, as his level of excitement was building rapidly with her tugging. Melissa liked the view as well. In her entire field of vision she could see the boldness and swelling of his hard cock and the increasing excitement on his face, as well as her hand pulling, tugging, and jerking him and the joy and excitement on her own face. She put more urgency and force into her handling of him. She jerked him in a manner she figured boys did when they did it to themselves. "I'm jerking you off, aren't I Jimmy," she said breathlessly. He was frankly out of breath. He was leaning forward somewhat, bracing himself with his right hand. His eyes were at best half open. He was trying to make this last as long as possible. He would have liked it to go on for quite some time, to enjoy it for hours, as well as to avoid embarrassing himself by coming so quickly. But, the pleasure was too intense. The feel of her hand was too powerful, and the sight of her delight at bringing him off with her sweet little hand was too erotic. "Is Pogo going to make a big mess?" Melissa asked with an angelically innocent voice. "Oh man!" he exclaimed as he felt the pressure build in his loins and then surge through him, up his cock, and explode into the air. Blasts of cum started shooting from his cock. "Wow!" Melissa exclaimed. She was indeed very impressed. "Look at it Jimmy!" she yelled. She didn't realize that it would come out with such force and power. The first blast shot across the sink and hit with a loud splat on the mirror. She quickly pulled up on his cock, though still jerking hard on it, to aim it even higher. She heard Jim gasping and moaning but her eyes were now fixed on the reflected sight of his dick spurting wads of cum all over the mirror. She giggled with delight at her new toy. It was like she was using "Boner" as a sort of a squirt gun, blasting away at their reflections in the mirror. It even seemed to have a backfire. She could feel it pulse as a new blast coursed through his cock and then twitch as the cum exploded out the tip. The last few spurts though fell considerably short of the mirror and it seemed, to her at least, fortunate that she was aiming him over the sink. The last few gushes fell harmlessly on marble and porcelain. Easily cleaned, with the sink, soap, and washcloth all readily available. She squeezed and tugged on his slackening cock to get the remaining drops to fall into the sink, giggling at the thought that she was milking the last few drips from the cow or, more accurately, the bull. She playfully scolded him like a disappointed mother. "My goodness, James, you made quite the mess. What am I going to do with such a boy." She turned on the faucet, picked up a clean hand cloth, and wiped up the mess on the counter and in the sink. "Look at all of this," continuing her portrayal of the frustrated mom. "What is a girl to do with such a Pogo. You squirted your stuff all over the place." Jim smiled through his exhausted blissfulness. "Well, I wasn't the one doing the aiming." She turned to him, shook the wash cloth in his face, and said, "Don't you try to put the blame for this on me. You know what Pogo did. Now, you put it away before it causes any more trouble." "Yes, ma'am," he replied, enjoying the game. "James, look!" Melissa pointed to her reflection in the mirror. "Pogo even squirted all over my face." If one stood correctly, and Jim had to move a bit to get the same effect, it did look like she had a few splats on her face, now dripping down along the smooth surface of the mirror. Jim had to laugh at that. In fact, he found it to be a rather sexy illusion. "But," she added, "I shouldn't complain, you got some on your face too. In fact, you're shirt is covered in it." He did look, but Jim wasn't quite so interested in that illusion. He quickly chipped in to help clean up that particular part of the mirror, and they both carefully washed the wash cloths, being sure not to leave any of the evidence behind. Jim was subsequently true to his word that he didn't tell any of his friends about what they had done, and what she had done in particular. He didn't even tell Joey. Melissa, however, was a different story. It might in fact be an interesting question to study. Boys have this reputation for spreading rumors and stories about how far they went with certain girls, but in this case, and perhaps in many actual cases, it was the girls who learned about all the actual details of what really happened. Melissa was in fact dying to tell her friends about it. My goodness, she had seen, touched, smelled (she didn't tell them about that), and even played with a naked erect penis. She had made it cum all over the bathroom mirror. Her friends were ecstatic, even jealous, and certainly wanted to hear all of the juicy details. Melissa didn't feel that she was betraying any trust or confidence with Jim. She, of course, swore her friends to secrecy (although one really shouldn't believe that a confidence that was in fact betrayed would itself be held in confidence) but, more importantly, she didn't really think Jim would mind. And, she made sure that she exaggerated how big he was. He might even appreciate that. Jim did in fact notice that Melissa's girlfriends would at times now give him a rather funny, curious smile. Melissa's friends though wanted her to go further. They had all sorts of questions that she didn't have an answer for. For example, what did the cum feel like? Was it sticky? Was it slimy? Was it stinky? What did it taste like? They squealed with laughter, among exclamations of "Eeeeeew," at that question. They agreed (not honestly) that they really didn't want to know the answer to that. But, they were certainly curious if Melissa was intending to "go all the way" with Jim. She was adamant that she was not. She was saving herself for marriage. She said that she and Jim had talked about this quite openly and that he was fully respectful of her wishes. The girls were doubtful about this, but Jim did seem like a real honest, straight guy. Feelings of jealousy emerged once again. "But, it's not like you're not already having sex with Jim," Patty protested. Melissa disagreed. "This isn't like real sex." They all laughed at that. Even a past President of the United States hadn't gotten away with that. As Patty asked, rhetorically, "Jerking a guy off, playing with his naked boner till he pops all over the mirror is not sex?" Torrey added, "If it's not sex then why not tell your parents about it?" Melissa felt that she had a good answer to all of their questions. "There is a big difference between going all the way and playing with his thing." They had to agree with that. The wedding night would still be special if all that they had done up until that time was a hand job. "And, no, I won't tell my parents about it, but that's not the point. I don't tell my parents about lots of things that have nothing to do with sex. I'm old enough to make up my own mind about what I want to do, and that's why I won't tell them about what we're doing." The Lessons Ch. 22 Her friends though did still feel that it was sex. It was at least a lot more sex than they had done. It sure seemed like a big deal to them. But, they didn't push the argument. They knew that they wanted to do the same things, and were frankly happy that Melissa was blazing the trail. With Melissa doing it and talking so openly about it, it made it easier for them to take the next step with their own boyfriends. - - - - - - - - - - - - - And, plenty of opportunities always seem to arise. The next Friday night they were at a theater watching a teen romantic comedy starring Emilio Estevez and Molly Ringwald. It was all about how Emilio and Molly were both virgins and wanted to do it, but somehow something always seemed to interrupt them. Actually, Molly was very ambivalent about it herself. Emilio had to do a lot of convincing and just when she was about to say yes, something would go wrong (e.g., one time her parents came home too early when they were in her bedroom, another time it started to rain when they were in the park, and a third time the police arrived when they were parking). Melissa and James were the only ones at the back of the theater. The student theater group apparently thought this was a cult classic, but clearly it was not. In any case, the parallels between the movie characters and their own lives did not go unnoticed by either of them, and it didn't help (or perhaps it did) that both of them found the respective characters awfully attractive. By the time they were halfway through the movie it seemed only right to Melissa to snuggle up to Jim (as best one could in theater seating). She turned a bit toward him, wrapped her left hand around his arm, and placed her right hand right in his lap. As they watched Emilio and Molly flirt and fumble through their budding sexuality, Melissa lightly stroked her fingers up and down Jim's growing erection. Jim slid down a bit in his seat to give her more room, as well to be in a more comfortable position. He was enjoying this a lot, for all the obvious reasons. He would never tire of feeling Melissa's sweet fingers dancing along his erection, but it added a layer of excitement to be doing it at the back of a movie theater. He didn't think that they were really in any danger of getting caught. There weren't many other people there, those that were there had no reason to turn around, and, even if they did, they couldn't possibly tell what was going on. In addition, anybody entering the theater had to do so from the middle of the theater, and Jim or Melissa would see anyone coming up the aisle. Jim supposed that it was conceivable that someone could look out the projection booth that was above and behind them, but that just seemed like a pretty remote possibility. No, it was best to just sit back and enjoy the shows. Besides, the added spice of danger made it even more titillating. Melissa raised the stakes a bit during the scene in which Emilio is watching Molly get dressed. He was suppose to help her sneak out of her bedroom window so that they could go to a party at the lake (where they would eventually get soaked by rain). He got there earlier than she had anticipated. When he arrived, she was changing out of her pajamas and into a blouse and jeans. The camera alternated between shots of Molly Ringwald in her bra and panties, and the face of Emilio at the window. The camera did not go down to Emilio's waist, but Melissa and Jim would not have been surprised if his hand was doing something. Melissa's hand was sure busy. Just as Molly was pulling down the bottoms of her PJs, Melissa slid down Jim's zipper. It made a bit of noise, which she covered up by pretending to have a momentary coughing fit. They quietly laughed when someone toward the front of the theater shushed them. When his zipper was down Melissa reached in to lightly caress his cock through his briefs, his very clearly stiff cock. It was quite a nice combination for Jim: watching Molly Ringwald walk around in panties and bra, while his girlfriend played with his erection inside his pants. When Molly was turning left and right in front of the mirror, checking to see how well her bra fit, Melissa gave him some extra squeezes on the head of his dick. Jim pushed out his hips to encourage her to do even more. She was happy to oblige. His briefs were rather tight and didn't allow much room for her to get a good grip or feel of his cock. Unfortunately (or, actually, fortunately) he was wearing briefs with the horizontal flap. A vertical flap was good for facilitating the effort of someone to reach in but not to get him out. Jim much preferred the horizontal flaps, as it was easier to extricate his penis. In fact, as Melissa reached into the flap to actually grab hold of his cock, it just popped right out. It shocked them both. They both quickly looked around to double check that nobody was looking or could in fact see them. Melissa then quietly giggled and whispered to Jim as she wrapped her feminine, soft hand around his stiffness, "I guess Pogo wants to see Molly too." However, it was too late by then for Pogo to see anything. By that time Molly was struggling out of the bedroom window to go to the party. Pogo, however, was probably still plenty happy to be out in the open. Jim's heart was in fact racing. He could now understand the excitement of exhibitionism. When he was younger, he and his friends used to play a game at night in which they had to work their way around the back of the yard while someone sat in the middle with a powerful flashlight trying to identify each one (the called it, "Prison"). The clothes you were wearing were the typical means of identification, and so a good way to fool the person with the light was to change clothes. One time though they even did it naked. He had to admit that it was kind of exciting to be out of doors, naked, trying to avoid being seen by a searchlight but actually enjoying that he might in fact be seen, naked. Now he was in a public theater and Melissa was giving him a hand job, and a rather nice one at that. It was quite a treat to be switching between the sight of Molly on the screen and his cock in the hand of Melissa. In fact, the excitement was so intense he was not at all sure that he would be able to last real long. She whispered in his ear, "Do you want me to make Pogo squirt?" Her talking about it like that didn't help his endurance. He grabbed hold of her wrist. He was feeling awfully close. "Wait, wait," he quietly gasped. He knew that any talking was a bit risky. Persons might become curious as to what the talking was all about. But, he did want to stop her, at least for a bit, while he regained self-control. He wondered if perhaps they should try the popcorn box trick. An urban legend he had heard from his friends was of a guy who stuck his erect cock through the bottom of a popcorn box that his girlfriend was eating out of. It was a nice surprise, for both of them, when she felt the head of his erection. It was a much more pleasant prize than what she had gotten earlier in her Cracker Jack box. The box would help hide Pogo from any prying eyes, and would collect effectively a lot of the mess. However, he did wonder how true that story really was. He wondered, for example, if all that salt might be a problem. But, it was a moot point, as they had no such box. As he was mulling this over, Melissa had let go of his shaft with her clenched fist, and was now more lightly just drawing her fingers up and down the stem, as well as around and around the soft purple ball of his swollen head. This was still plenty arousing, but it was at least not so intense as to force the issue. He decided to just let her play out her plan in any way she wanted. Melissa, though, had no clear plan. Frankly, she hadn't planned on his dick popping out through his briefs. Once it was out though, she had no real interest in putting it back in. She did always enjoying playing with his Pogo stick and didn't really want to stop now. It was kind of fun watching Molly flirting with Emilio, who was quite the hunk, while she was caressing the stiff, naked dick of her boyfriend. She would be embarrassed to admit it, but a couple of the times she did fantasize that she was in fact Molly's character in the movie and it was Emilio Estevez's erection in her hand. Imagine beating off Emilio. The thought of doing that motivated her to give a little extra squeeze on the bulb of Jimmy's cock. She knew that it might be a problem if Jimmy came in the theater, but perhaps as long as he kept warning her when he was about to cum, they could avoid any accidents. The next scene, however, didn't help. Emilio and Molly were necking on a couch. Molly was babysitting for the Bedfords, a neighbor. She had put the baby to bed and Emilio had come over "to watch a movie." It quickly degenerated, or perhaps escalated, into an evening of making out. Their kissing was quite passionate, but Molly kept pushing Emilio's hand away as he tried to cop a feel. Molly was protesting that this wasn't the right time and they might wake the baby. Emilio, though, was persistent, and he eventually had her blouse open. James was again enjoying another nice view of the actress Molly Ringwald in a teenage bra. Actually, this bra was a bit more sexy than that. She must have been expecting to go this far with Emilio? In any case, her titties looked really cute. It was also rather hot for Melissa. She was imagining Emilio exploring her own young breasts. Just the thought of this was really exciting, and in fact she was watching him do it as she was playing with his, or Jimmy's, erect cock. She wondered if perhaps she should let Jimmy touch her there, on her breasts, just as Emilio was now doing with Molly, through her bra. She found herself trying to convince Molly to let him go further, yet she wouldn't even let Jimmy touch her there. 'My goodness,' she thought, 'Why not let him at least touch your naked boobies, you've got his penis in your hand!' Actually, that wasn't true; she was just getting herself and Molly confused. In any case, she soon appreciated her inconsistency, as well as the wetness and warmth building between her legs. She squirmed a bit in her seat, and gripped hard on Jimmy's cock. She knew that they really shouldn't do anything like that in the theater. Gracious, what if an usher discovered them? His hand on her breasts would be readily apparent to anyone walking up the aisle, or even just looking back. Emilio appealed to Molly, "C'mon Claire [that was her character's name], he won't wake up. It'll be okay." "No, no, Andy [his character's name], I'm not ready yet." "But, it's so hard for me." Everyone in the theater knew what he meant. "Can't you at least, you know, take care of me?" Molly looked down at what he was evidently talking about. The camera, however, stayed above the waist. "Well, you won't tell anyone, will you?" Melissa and Jimmy both chuckled at that remark. It certainly rang a bell. Melissa also felt better, knowing that, at least in that regard, she was going farther than Molly was (as yet) willing to do. "Of course not, Claire. You know me better than that. Here, let me get it out for you." Emilio unzipped and pulled down his pants (off camera). A smile crossed Molly's lips as she looked down off screen. She did want to go farther. She tentatively reached out with her hand, but, just then, the lights from a car swept across the room as it pulled into the driveway. "Oh my!" squealed Molly, causing the baby to wake and cry, "The Bedfords!" She yelled at Emilio as she began buttoning up her blouse, "Quick, get out of here." Everyone in the theater laughed as the camera followed Emilio from behind, stumbling as he was trying to pull up has pants (he was apparently still wearing his boxers) as he hurriedly made his way to the back door. The moment of mirth provided Jim with a period of time to again regain his composure. Melissa had even let go of him as she was laughing at the comical sight of Emilio, apparently he was even having some sort of difficulty zipping up as he was crashing through the back door. Melissa leaned over to Jim, firmly grasped the very tip of his erect cock with just her thumb and forefinger, and, while she made large circles in the air with the tip of his dick, she whispered, "At least you're not that frustrated with me!" Jim turned his head toward her, affectionately laid his left hand on her cheek, brought her face closer to him, and whispered back, "I'm not at all frustrated with you." He then gave her a deep, prolonged kiss as Melissa slid the tips of her fingers up and down the stem of his exposed cock. Anybody looking toward the back of the theater would see them kissing, but that type of behavior was certainly normative for the darker corners of a theater. The problems though grew worse and worse for Emilio and Molly and, with each frustrating interruption, Jim had to whisper "Wait!" or "Stop!" to Melissa to avoid going over the edge. Melissa did not always succeed in stifling a giggle at repeatedly taking Jim to the edge. She wasn't doing this purposely to tease or frustrate him. He would eventually be taken care of. It was cute though to see him get so worked up that if she in fact just squeezed or stroked him one more time he would explode all over the place. She imagined that it would probably squirt all the way over the back of the seat in front of them, maybe even more than one row. That would be kind of cool to watch. The next scene in the movie was particularly provocative. Emilio and Molly were parking on the top of a hill, overlooking the town, Shermer (Illinois). By this point, Molly had decided that she wanted to go farther with Emilio. She had a special plan in mind that she had talked over with her girlfriends beforehand. They had tried to talk her out of it, as no good girl would do something like that, and she certainly risked getting a bad reputation. What if he dumped her? She would probably then be hounded by every scum bag in the school, looking to get from her what she gave to Andy. It didn't even take long for her to get around to it, although it wasn't clear if a lot of time had in fact passed. The movie editing was not clear in that regard. In any case, as they were kissing in the front seat it was very clear where her hand us, and probably what she was doing with it. You could even see motion in her upper arm that was giving it away, rather unusual for such a movie. His own hand was under her sweater, and it was not at all unclear what this hand was doing as well. Emilio was breathlessly whispering, "Claire, Claire," through their passionate kisses. By this point, Melissa's hand was again gripping tightly onto Jim's cock. She could not help herself from firmly stroking up and down his shaft as she watched Molly's own hand work on Emilio's cock. It would perhaps be even better if they were as well joined in a passionate kiss, but then they wouldn't be able to see what was going on in the movie. Jim's right hand was on Melissa's thigh. He was being careful not to try to get away with anything, but he was at least firmly gripping her thigh as his heart beat faster and faster with his increasing arousal, and with the increasing speed of Melissa's pumping hand. They could hear giggles throughout the theater at the sight of Molly so obviously giving Emilio a hand job on the giant movie screen. However, the crowd hushed in silence when they saw her break their kiss and slowly move her head down into his lap, out of the view of the camera. "No way!" someone in the dark could not help but exclaim, and many in the crowd released a nervous laughter. Nobody was expecting that, at least in this movie. Melissa almost doubled the speed of her jerking as Molly's head went down. Jim's eyes widened with the disappearance of Molly's head and the feel of Melissa's hand. He no longer wanted to tell her to wait or to stop. He wanted to just let it go. And, then, Melissa's own head disappeared behind the movie seats as she likewise lowered her face down into Jim's lap. She was inspired by the decision of Molly, and by her own excitement. She wanted to feel what it would be like to have Jim's cock in her mouth; to actually take a boy into her mouth. To give him a blow job. If Molly Ringwald would do it, well, she certainly could do it as well. As soon as her lips reached the head of his cock, she knew it was the correct decision. It felt so good on her lips, so right. It was such a strong, manly cock. She wanted so very much to kiss it, to make love to it, to take it in her mouth, to lick it and suck on it. She opened her lips and went down further, drawing the head through her soft, kissable lips and into her mouth, applying her tongue to the smooth, soft skin of his crown as it slowly entered inside. She did not, however, have long to savor the feel of his cock inside her mouth, for as soon as her tongue began to lick and lap on the head of his dick, he went over the edge and his orgasm erupted forth. Jim had already been on the breaking point, and with the first time feel of Melissa's lips on his dick, he couldn't help himself. "Missy," Jim tried to warn, but it was a weak and belated whisper. Gushes of built up cum burst from his dick into her mouth. She was at first shocked. She was planning on taking him all the way. She wanted him to cum in her mouth. She wanted to see what it would be like, to take her man this way, to discover what he would taste like. But, she hadn't expected it to happen this quickly. Her eyes widened in surprise as the initial blast splashed against her tongue, and then repeated gushes of gobs of hot, sticky, wet cum continued to burst forth, quickly filling up her mouth. She at first gagged a bit, as her initial instinct was to quickly swallow the juice down but she discovered that this wasn't so easy, as it was so thick and viscous. But, she didn't want to remove her mouth, partly because she knew he would make an embarrassing mess on his pants but also because she wanted to do it right the first time, to take it all. So, she kept a firm grip with her lips and willingly, happily, received his continued blasts of jism into her mouth, even encouraging him to do more by still firmly stroking the stem of his cock with her right hand as he coated the insides of her cheeks, tongue, and gums with his sticky, slimy goo. With the first explosion Jim closed his eyes, squeezed hard on her thigh with his right hand and gently placed his left hand on the back of her head, not to hold her down, but to express as much affection and appreciation he could with the touch of his fingers. This felt so good. He did not imagine that she would in fact ever do this, at least for quite a long period of time, perhaps not even until they got married. He was completely caught by surprise and by the intensity of the pleasure. There was something so intense, so intimate, to feel the inside of her mouth with the head of his cock: the soft wetness of the inside of her cheek, the occasional hardness of her teeth, and the affectionate caresses of her tongue; and now, he was actually cumming inside her mouth. She was really letting him do that, letting him shoot his jism into her mouth, tasting his cum with her tongue, perhaps even swallowing his stuff. She was so very good to him. If only she would let him return the favor. He really could not imagine how he could repay her for this. When he was done, she carefully squeezed his cock, milking him dry, and slid her lips up and off, being careful to keep her lips closed so she would not spill any of his jism into his lap. She raised her head up and looked at him deeply. She now wondered how he felt about her. Did he think less of her for doing this? She recalled the reputation of some girls who did that sort of thing, Pamela in particular. The Lessons Ch. 22 He moved to kiss her, but she quickly shook her head and pulled away. She reached for her cola and sucked some large gulps through her straw. She still had a lot to wash down. She leaned over a bit, her face reddening in embarrassment at what she had done, again wondering what he was thinking. Jim was himself now busy cleaning himself off with a napkin, returning his penis into his briefs, and zipping back up. When they were both finished he reached for her and pulled her to him. She hesitated, self-consciously aware of the taste and smell on her lips. But, he kissed her deeply. Yes, he could still taste his cum on her lips, but he did not mind. He even poked his tongue into her mouth. Not really to French kiss. This was not a time for a passionate kiss. Frankly, his level of passion was now pretty low. No, this was more of a kiss of affection, warmth, and love, and his tongue was to let her know how much he appreciated what she had done, how much he cared for her. When the kiss was over, he whispered, "You're so good to me. Tell me what I can do for you." She didn't really know what to say. She just hugged him. Someday she would want him to do the same for her, but not yet. Having any real sex had to wait until they were married. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Melissa did not tell her friends that she was now performing oral sex for Jim. She was still worried about getting a bad reputation. It wasn't easy lying though. They always wanted to know the juicy details, especially the details regarding the juice. Where did he squirt this time? How did she clean it up? Wasn't it at all disgusting? When will she actually taste it? But, that last question always seemed to end with some squeals of revulsion from the other girls. Melissa would just smile knowingly, smiling to herself. She knew that behind their exclamations of disgust at even the thought of it, they probably wanted to do it themselves. She was also glad that Jim apparently hadn't told anyone. It wasn't that she was ashamed to be doing things like that, it's just that she knew of the mean gossip about girls at the college (e.g., gossip about Pamela, who was apparently doing it, perhaps for quite a lot of guys). She did not herself encourage, support, or further spread this malicious gossip. In fact, whenever it came her way she was quite forthright in her disapproval; not of the oral sex, but of the mean-spirited gossip. Perhaps it was cowardly, though, for her not to respond by saying, "Well, so do I! I've done it and I don't care what you or anybody else thinks." But, well, she just didn't want to get caught up in that sort of thing. In any case, it made her like Jim all the more to realize that he did respect her, that he wasn't telling anybody about it. She knew that she would have been able to tell if he had. She figured that she would be able to tell by the looks on the faces of his friends, or might even get wind of it through somebody who knew somebody who knew some friend of Jim's. And, nothing like that turned up. Besides, she could read it in his eyes if he had told anyone. If asked, Melissa would even have to admit that she was really getting to like it. She particularly liked it when he started off completely soft and limp. That was not in fact easy. As soon as the topic of sex would come up, so would he. Just undoing his pants would get him hard. There was one time though after they had been swimming. His thing always seemed to get real small when he was swimming. She liked to tease him about that. She would refer to it as his "pee-pee," "wee-wee," or "dinkie." He didn't seem to share in this humor, but he was a good sport, particularly if she ended all of the jokes with an effort to make him larger. She liked putting it entirely into her mouth when he was all that little, and then suckle on it like it was a big pacifier. She would look up at him with her large hazel eyes, give him a big pout, and ask, keeping his penis as much as possible in her mouth as she spoke, "Can I pleasth have somthng to drinthk?" She would then enjoy how he slowly enlarged right inside of her mouth, expanding with the caressing of her tongue, the massaging of her lips, and the sucking of her mouth, eventually growing to the point that she could no longer keep it all in. The contrast from the tiny limp peanut to the hard long cock was always impressive. The Emilio and Molly movie, however, did stay with them. It made them think. Molly and Emilio did eventually go all the way. It finally happened when they were least expecting it, when they hadn't actually planned for it or tried to make it happen. In fact, they had momentarily broken up, not really because she wouldn't do it, but all the pressure and frustration that was associated with the continued discussion, ambivalence, and failure eventually took its toll and they had a big fight (the fight wasn't even about sex). But, true love finds a way, and when they accidentally bumped into each other at the library, they just did it spontaneously, right behind the romance languages stacks. Both Jim and Melissa had to admit to feeling jealous. Feeling jealous about a relationship that did not in fact exist did not make a lot of sense, but they did want to consummate their relationship, to make love in that special, intimate way. Heck, to this day, Melissa had not let Jim get under her clothes or even feel her breasts through them, let alone put his erect penis inside her vagina. Jim though fully respected this. He knew well that if they gave into temptation there would be a very good chance that she would have doubts and regrets later on, and once you did it there was no undoing it, there was no going back. In fact, though, it was becoming the case that Melissa was more jealous of Molly than Jim was of Emilio. He was enjoying their sex life immensely. It wasn't like she wasn't taking care of him. On the contrary, she was amazingly creative in what she did with her hands and now with her mouth. He continually offered to do the same for her, but she kept saying no. She would herself get very, very aroused while they were kissing, while she was playing with him, taking care of him, but she didn't want to really have sex yet herself. She did of course continue to play with herself. She would at times even play with herself while performing oral sex on him, or even when she was using her hands. She found it easier though to play with herself during oral sex, as at least one hand, if not both, was entirely free for "other activities." In fact, this was one reason that she at times preferred to do it with her mouth than with her hand. And, a number of times she diddled herself to orgasm, right in the presence of Jim. The first few times it happened she was a bit embarrassed. But, he would reassure her. In fact, he made it clear that she looked all the more sexy when she was getting excited. There was even one time when he came in her mouth just when her own orgasm was exploding. That was one of the best ones ever. She lost so much control of herself that her mouth slipped off his penis and a good part of his sperm splashed all over her lips, nose, and cheeks. She wasn't ever planning on doing that. Jim had never asked to cum on her face, and it hadn't crossed her mind to suggest it herself. It just happened accidentally, but at the time it was actually really neat. She enjoyed feeling his spray lash over her face, the hot wet wads splashing against her as waves of orgasmic pleasure swept through her body. She twitched and spasmed with her orgasm as gobs of cum, in a comparable rhythm, splatting on her face. When he finished she just lied there, breathing deeply, smelling the fresh scent of his cum, feeling the warm liquid drip down her cheeks, and licking the salty goo from her lips with a satisfied blissfulness. But, she had to admit that she was still jealous of Molly. If only there was a way to experience intercourse without actually having sexual intercourse, without actually doing it. Jim did have an idea. He had been thinking about it for awhile. It was, though, rather unusual, perhaps even radical, at least it seemed that way to him. He was very hesitant to even bring it up. But, one night, finally, he did. It was perhaps a good night to at least mention the possibility. They were alone in her parents' house, at least alone enough. Her parents were gone for an evening of bridge. Timmy was downstairs watching TV. Melissa was up for something special, something new, but, still, nothing that actually involved going all the way, nothing that was actually really doing it. They were sitting on Melissa's bed. The bedroom door was closed. She was wearing a green plaid skirt, a long-sleeve beige blouse with a frilly collar and bow, and white socks. "I have a thought," Jim suggested, quite tentatively. "Oh say, yes, what?!" Melissa asked. She had been sitting across the bed from him, but now got up on her hands and knees, facing him, a gay and excited expression on her face. "Well, there is another place I could put it that wouldn't be in your, you know, your, um," he said in a whisper, "your vagina." Melissa sat back on her haunches, looking a bit confused and quizzical. "Like where?" She didn't understand what he meant. Jim was uncomfortable about saying it right out loud. He even regretted bringing it up. She might think that he was some sort of a pervert. Melissa pondered Jim's suggestion. She felt like he was playing some sort of guessing game. If not her vagina, then where? He certainly didn't mean her mouth. He was putting it there all the time now. What would be left? Her eyes widened as she realized what he must mean. She looked at him with shock. Her face reddened as she imagined it. She would never have thought of something like that. She was even surprised that he had. Her hands went to her mouth, and she spoke through her fingers, "Jimmy, you don't really mean there, do you?" Jim wasn't at all sure that she got his intention, as she wasn't saying it either. But, based on her reaction, he figured she must have figured it out. He briefly considered just taking it back, but now that it was out there, perhaps it was best to just see it through to the end, hopefully hers, but he doubted that she would agree to it. "Well, yes, Missy. I mean, it's not like it's real sex when you do it there. You would still be a virgin and everything." "But, it's so dirty back there. Jimmy, I mean, you know." It was her turn to speak in a whisper, as if her parents, or somebody else, were just outside the room and could hear her. "That's where I poop, silly." Jim turned his face away. He was too embarrassed, ashamed, to look directly at her. She did think it was perverted. Melissa also looked down, feeling very apprehensive at just the thought of him actually sticking his penis in her butt. "Oh Jimmy, I just don't know." She fiddled with the coverlet as she thought about it. Jim attempted to abandon the whole subject, "Yea, I know, it was a stupid idea. I'm sorry I brought it up." Melissa, however, was still thinking about it. Putting it there would be real close to doing it. He would actually be putting it inside her. It would be just like doing it, but not actually doing it. It was a lot closer to doing it than oral stuff. She did, however, raise another concern. "But, will it really fit there? I mean, you're awfully big and it's not like my bottom could take something like that." Jim knew that he really wasn't particularly big and many, many women must have done this already before with penises much bigger than his. He didn't, however, want to dissuade her of the idea that he wasn't especially large. He approached the argument in another way, "You must have had poops that were bigger than my thing." "Jimmy!" Melissa protested. She wasn't about to talk to him about the size of her BMs, and couldn't believe that he actually even brought it up. 'My goodness, is that what boys talk about?' She covered her face with her hands. But, as she thought about it, he was right. Sometimes, after a particularly big meal, she had pushed out ones that were pretty close to his size. She embarrassed herself realizing that she did always look afterward. Well, she will concede this argument to him, just to be able to change the subject. She went back to her first concern. "But, don't you think it's too dirty there?" Jim was surprised, and encouraged, that she hadn't just slammed the door shut on the possibility and was actually considering it. He felt somewhat emboldened. "No, not really. Lots of people do it that way. And, besides, you won't have to worry about getting pregnant." She brought her hands down. She felt that was a pretty good point. But, she just couldn't get over the dirty part. "Jimmy, you're going to get stuff all over it." "No, no, not really, maybe, just a little, but I can clean up afterward. I could also wear protection, you know, and, well, I mean, have you already done it today?" "Oh my gosh!" Her hands returned to her face, now blushing quite deeply. He now wanted to talk about her going to the bathroom today?! But, she did understand the importance of the question. And, besides, they were now adults. They needed to address these things as mature adults. Mature adults should be able to talk about bathroom stuff, and certainly couples as intimate as them. She did, however, keep her hands covering her face as she told him. "Yes, I have." She wouldn't expect to have to go again, at least a "number 2," for a good many hours. Jim chuckled at her evident embarrassment. There was something endearing about her fluster over talking about this. He could feel his cock swelling as he thought about putting it in her bottom. "Well," he said quietly, "Let's do it then." She wasn't yet though willing to just do it. "But what if it hurts? I mean, the first time a girl does it the normal way it can really hurt. Don't you think it will be even tighter there?" Jim had an answer for that as well. "We can use some lubrication and, if it does hurt, we will definitely stop. Even if you find it too uncomfortable, we can stop. But, we can use your hand lotion. That made it pretty darn slippery the other night." Melissa had tried spreading lots of hand lotion all over Jimmy's cock a few nights ago, and they both really enjoyed it. She could really pump him fast and hard with the lubrication, and her hand felt so much more intense to him with all the moisture and slipperiness. She said afterward that he seemed to shoot the farthest up in the air than she had ever seen before. "Geeeez," Melissa groaned. She was getting all excited, yet very nervous, with the thought that they might actually do this. But, she did want to try. There was no denying that. She got off the bed and retrieved her hand lotion, not making any eye contact with Jimmy as she still felt quite self-conscious about this. Her heart was pounding with nervousness. Jim's heart was pounding as well, but with excitement. His eyes were wide as he watched her cross the room to retrieve her lotion from the vanity table. His cock was now rock hard in anticipation. She brought the lotion to the bed. "Okay," she said, "You've got to take your clothes off." The last time they used the lotion it was clear that it was better if all of his clothes were off. The lotion, coupled with the cum, could make quite a mess. This was not, however, any deterrent for Jim. He liked getting naked for Melissa. He didn't even mind that she wouldn't take off her own clothes. In fact, there was something rather erotic about being a naked male with a clothed female. It was like you were her sex toy, and being Melissa's sex toy was far from unpleasant. He stood up and quickly stripped off his clothes. When he was naked he did feel a bit self-conscious about standing there on her bed with a big ole stiffy jutting out, although also a bit proud as well. He could see that she enjoyed looking at it. Her own nervous self-consciousness had been replaced with an equally big grin. "I guess this plan has gotten Pogo all excited," she observed. "Well, he is an agreeable sort of guy, willing to give it the ole college try." "Oh, I think he would be willing to try just about anything." Melissa climbed up onto the bed. "Why don't sit down here next to me so I can get him ready." Jim gladly complied. He plopped down onto the bed, sitting back, his erect cock sticking up from his body. He felt like he was at some sort of professional massage parlor, receiving the ministrations of a pretty maid. Actually, this image was rather mixed up in his head and, besides, the reality was pretty darn good as well. Melissa squeezed out a large gob of lotion into the palm of her right hand and carefully grasped the stem of his cock to stroke and massage it into his skin. Jim's eyes fell shut and his head fell backward as he relished the feel of her slippery, warm, and wet hand. It didn't take long for him to get him to his firmest state. In fact, he would have been happy just to let her continue on and bring him off this way, it felt so good. Melissa as well would have enjoyed it. She liked to make him cum and see him shoot his stuff way up into the air, it was like she was priming a big, hard pump that eventually exploded like a geyser. But, both of them were also primed to try something new, very new. "Okay," she said, "I think you're ready." She demurely got up on her knees, reached under her skirt, and grasped her panties. As soon as her fingers curled around her panties she looked at him shyly. "You don't have to watch me do this, you know." Jim had hold of his cock, keeping it stiff, as well as enjoying the pleasure of handling himself while he watched Melissa remove her panties. "But, I've never actually seen you take off your panties, you know." That was true, and the reality of that made her even more self-conscious. She was the one to look away, finding it difficult having him stare at her so intently, so lustfully, while she pulled down her panties. She said quietly, "You know I don't want to show you anything under my dress. At least, not yet." "That's okay," he replied. At this point in time, it was plenty exciting enough just to watch her slide her panties down her thighs, lean to the side as she slid them over her knees, and then pull them down her calves, over her ankles, and off her feet. He followed the sight of her white, cotton panties as she carefully laid them to the side. He thought, 'Those are actually the panties that she had just been wearing.' He resisted an urge to pick them up, to feel them, to feel them against his own hard, stiff cock. He squeezed even harder. Melissa looked at his face again once she had laid down her panties. "Don't stare at them, Jimmy. Geeeez," she complained. But, she knew she was also enjoying this. She liked making him all excited, and she could feel her own little heart pounding so fast, her breathing so quick. She sat back on her haunches, her hands placed demurely in her lap. "Okay," she said, "What do we do now?" Jim hesitated a moment, lost in the realization that she was now sitting in front of him with no panties on. If she just lifted her skirt, he could see that swell little pussy that she kept so carefully hidden, from touch and from view. He could feel his excitement and tension rising with anticipation. "Yes, well, you can get on your hands and knees," just saying this was making his heart pound, "and I will get up behind you." Melissa scowled at that suggestion. "Um, but, uh, Jimmy, if I do that you're going to raise my skirt up, and you would be able to see my, you know, like, um," her voice trailed off softer, "everything." She looked down and blushed. He had to admit that would be a problem, at least if she wanted to keep her pussy and bottom out of sight. There was really no way he could do it from behind without seeing her.