5 comments/ 62630 views/ 11 favorites The Land of Masculinium By: Mattart (This is the first part of a futuristic story in the CMNF genre where men are clothed and women are naked. It's not an attempt to humiliate women; merely a humorous tale for those who like the ever-growing CMNF sites.) The casually dressed boys of Beechwood High School sixth form settled into their new desks amidst excited conversation. When their teacher, middle-aged Andrew Pettigrew stood up to speak to them, the voices grew silent as the boys waited to hear what their very popular teacher had to say. "Greetings, gentlemen," he said looking around with a broad smile. The boys returned the smile of their teacher at this unusual form of address, "gentlemen". As younger members of the school, up to the fifth form, they had always been addressed as boys, but as all members of the sixth form were 18 or older, they were treated as adults and therefore addressed as such. Mr Peetigre continued: "I'd like to wish you all a happy new year as you now enter the last two years in this school. And please remember that it's not only a new school year but also a new calendar year, so don't forget to put 2150 and not 2149 on all your dated work. I dare say one or two of you, in a moment of forgetfulness will write 2149 for a week or two." There was laughter at this suggestion. He went on "And the others who will be joining us will probably be writing 2149 for the next six months." All the boys roared with laughter at this last remark which, clearly referred to the females who were absent at the moment. "Why aren't the girls here?" asked a boy in the front row. "I believe they are making themselves useful helping to clean the kitchen areas. But I wanted to have a word with you gentlemen before they came as much of what I say will, quite naturally, apply to you much more than to them." Mr Pettigrew took a thick file from his desk and opened it. "You might like to make a few notes on the syllabus for this year. Most subjects will just be progressions building on the work of previous years, but the subjects you will notice most difference in will be history and biology. Mr Beddington will, of course, be teaching biology and I shall be teaching history." "Up to now," he continued, "you have been learning about pre-New Era history ending with the two world wars of the Twentieth Century and the first decade of the Twenty-First Century. This year you will be studying modern history, the start of the New Era and the re-naming of the country as Masculinium. Of course you will spend some weeks learning about the life of our great patriarch, Professor Petsford, and his far-reaching selfless work for the whole of ManKind." As the teacher said this he indicated a large bronze bust of the professor standing on a plinth at the front of the classroom. "Were conditions really as bad as we've been told before the Professor was able to correct them?" asked James, a boy with fair curly hair and blue eyes. "I can assure you they were," replied his teacher. "In fact I will be showing you quite a lot of video evidence to prove it during the year. It was not thought suitable to be shown to younger children but now we'll be discussing it." "The end of the Twentieth Century must have been a pretty horrific time for men to live in," commented Max, a very manly sort of boy who looked much older than his actual age. "Horrific is the right word Max," replied Mr Pettigrew. "Fathers were routinely separated from their children by a system of family courts which were supposed to act in the best interests of the children but which did nothing of the sort. Any man who was unwise enough to get married could, at the whim of his wife, be turned out of his home, lose his children and have to pay for their upkeep." Some of the boys just shook their heads in amazement. "Is it true sir, that in those days women were allowed to have children without being married?" asked another boy. "Absolutely true. Family anarchy reigned. Anyone could have children; anyone could bring up children; things were getting absolutely our of control. The family, the bedrock of society, was under attack." Simon raised his hand. "Excuse me sir, but why didn't men do something about it? After all they'd proved their worth and their bravery in two world wars, they defeated fascism and communism . . ." "Exactly, Simon," broke in his teacher. "Both of them were outside enemies. But what did more damage than communism and fascism put together was an enemy within society - feminism. To begin with it was subtle and infiltrated the schools, the media, publishing and also politics. In this way they were eventually in a position to dictate to politicians who gave in to all their demands for fear of losing the female vote." There was some laughter at this. "You mean to say women were allowed to vote?" asked James incredulously. "You might laugh at the fact now," responded his teacher, "but after a violent campaign with bombings and all sorts of violence by the suffragettes, they were allowed to vote. It might sound incredible, but some men actually helped them to get the right." "That's something I really cannot understand," chipped in another boy. "It sounds to me like they were digging their own grave." Mr Pettigrew looked serious. "Men have a great sense of fair play. They thought they were being "fair" to women, and they'd fallen for the myth that feminism was all about equality for women. It was only as they entered the twenty-first Century that they finally realised that feminists wanted a special place of privilege for women. It had nothing to do with equality." "So it was Professor Petsford and his supporters who could see the danger when others couldn't," another boy suggested. "That's right. He could see for instance that it was father deprivation which was the root cause of crime, poor education, poor health and a host of other evils within society. So you can easily understand why his charter made it clear that no spinster could ever be allowed to have a child. Dual parenthood was thus ensured and as a result crime dropped to an all time low within a decade, educational standards shot up and health improved dramatically. And, of course, there were many other benefits." "And it was his wonderful invention, the clit ring - that brought all this about in just a couple of years," suggested Mark. "Without any shadow of doubt," continued his teacher. "It was absolutely necessary that women be brought back under control and that feminism was killed off. The clitoris ring, with its internal micro chips, achieved both. Of course it was his selective stun machine that enabled the clitoris ring to be fitted to all females." "The Professor and all his action committee must have been very clever to organise the logistics of the operation," suggested Mark. "Indeed they were. It was a three stage operation. First the rings and hand controls were manufactured by the million in the Professor's own hi-tech factory, then they were distributed to male heads of families and others and the date and time given for the operation. At the sound of the stun machine on TV and broadcast in the streets over loud-speaker systems, all females were rendered unconscious." "Why only women?" asked another boy. "Because it was designed only to affect the female brain which is structured differently from the male brain. The rings were fitted on all females and they were programmed by the hand sets to be totally subservient to men. When all this had been done, they were programmed to be woken up and it was all finished. Well, almost all. There were some females who escaped ring-fitting and programming because they were out of earshot of the stun machine or were deaf and so on, so there was a bit of work to be done on those, but it took only a matter of days." "And from then on women became the obedient slaves of men." "Correct James. And now you know why life is so orderly and peaceful and everyone, including women, are so happy with their lot." "But all the new legislation that had to be enacted, sir. How was that done?" "Professor Petsford and most of his initial committee took over as the government of the country and, quite naturally, only men were allowed to be on the governing body. Women quickly accepted their subservient status and didn't even want to meddle in politics." Jack, in the front row, gave a short chuckle. "And whose idea was it to bring in the nudity law for all females?" A ripple of laughter went around the class and Mr Pettigrew smiled. "That was proposed early on by a student of Greek history who was a member of the Professor's committee. He said that some of the early Greek states made all their slaves work naked so that they could be easily recognised and it made it difficult for them to escape. It was therefore enacted by the ruling body that all our women should from then on remain naked at all times. A sub-section of the law also stated that they should keep their pubic hair shaved. This made it easier for men to service, remove and replace the clitoris rings." "But females are not always entirely naked," smiled Jack. "That's true," replied his teacher. "Those females who work in dangerous jobs such as in the building industry, down coal mines, shipbuilding and in the sewers are allowed to wear hard hats and footwear, but nothing else. And, as you know, in secondary schools females are allowed to wear shoes with a one-inch heel in the third form, a two-inch heel in the fourth form, a three-inch heel in the fifth form and in this year four-inch heels." Mr Pettigrew smiled broadly and looked around. "I take it that none of you young gentlemen object to this." The boys smiled. Mark commented, "No sir, I always think a naked girl wearing only a pair of high-heeled shoes looks rather sexy." The others agreed. At that point there was a quiet knock on the classroom door. "Who is it?" shouted Mr Pettigrew. The door opened and a naked female with blond hair wearing four-inch heels took one step inside. "May I speak sir?" she asked. "Yes, Myra," he replied. "But I take it that you just want to tell me that all the girls have arrived for lessons." "That's right sir," replied Myra. "Very well, just stand in a line. He pulled forward two empty desks and placed a chair in between them. He then addressed the boys. "Now, gentlemen, I want you to get to know all the girls in your class, so one by one they will climb onto these desks and tell you their names. If you have any questions you'd like to ask them in order to get to know them better, please do so." The boys edged their chairs towards the empty desks so that they could all get a good view of the girls when they stood on them. Mr Pettigrew turned to address the girls again. "Use the chair to get up on the desks and then stand with one foot on each desk and your hands by your sides. First one up." He pointed to the blonde. The girl looked very embarrassed as she spread her legs across the desks with all the boys looking up at her. The girls were used to being seen naked by boys, but they were not usually so blatantly exposed. The boys had seen every girl in the school naked, but they enjoyed examining them in detail and close up. "What's your name?" asked a boy who was staring straight between her legs. The boys had been taught to be very direct when checking out the body of a naked girl. "Ruby, sir." she replied. Females were required to address all males as sir, unless they were married in which case they were allowed to use their names. "Tits are a bit small," commented another boy. But she's got a neat little twat between her legs. Turn around." The girl obeyed, blushing as she did so because of the remarks. "Yes, her cunt shows through the back as well," commented Tom, an attractive short, dark haired boy. "Next!" shouted Mr Pettigrew. The red-faced Ruby got down with great relief after being exposed and questioned, and was replaced by a tall skinny girl. The boys looked up and started to titter. "Are those two bee-stings or poached eggs on your chest?" joked the nearest boy. There was loud laughter from his companions. The boys did like a girl to have breasts that they could get hold of. Each girl in turn was looked at with great interest by the boys until only one was left. All the talk, joking and humiliation had had the effect of arousing her sexually and as soon as she stood on the desks with her legs spread there was a gasp from the boys. She had a gorgeous slim figure and large, firm pouting breasts but the boys couldn't help staring at her groin where her vagina stood out like a large rounded mound from between her legs with her lips wide open and moist. "What a vagina!" cried Mark. "Why is your pussy that big? I could get my fist in there." The girl looked down and her face went red at this humiliating questioning. "I don't know sir . . ." she began, "I think . . ." Mr Pettigrew interrupted. "What she's trying to tell you, Mark is that all the examining of the other girls and the questions from all you handsome young gentlemen has turned her on." The boys roared with uncontrollable laughter. They had never seen a girl so sexually aroused before. "Look at those firm boobies," said another boy. "Two good handfuls there." "I like the way her nipples are standing out," commented Simon. "Is that all part of her sexual arousal sir?" "Yes it is," affirmed Mr Pettigrew. "And if you look at her ring, you can see how enlarged her clitoris is." Several boys leaned close to get a good look between her open legs, sniggering as they did so. "What's your name?" asked Max. "Lucy sir." "Oh yes," went on Max, "juicy Lucy." The boys almost collapsed with laughter at this hilarious remark. This only encouraged Max. "OK Lucy, turn around and bend over to touch your toes." The totally embarrassed Lucy obeyed and, as her wet vagina protruded clearly through the backs of her legs, there were wolf whistles from some of the boys. One eager lad took a step forward to get a really close look. "I can see the juice running down the inside of her thighs," he shouted. There was pandemonium as more boys moved forward to look. Some of the other girls who were mad about boys were jealous that they hadn't been given as much attention. Eventually Lucy was allowed to step down and Mr Pettigrew told all the girls to move to a desk. Lucy made straight for the one next to Mark. She'd noticed his good looks and strong bronzed arms which had helped to arouse her. She stood and looked at him for a moment. "May I sit next to you, sir?" she asked. Mark was lounging back in his chair with his hands behind his head. He looked her up and down for a moment before replying. He was quite pleased with her slim figure and pointed breasts. "Yes, OK. You may sit by me," he replied. Lucy sat down with a smile. At least she was sitting next to a boy. Since the birth-law had been passed, more girls than boys were born as they were needed to do the manual jobs in the country so there was always a surplus of girls. It was every girl's hope that a boy would select her to be his wife, otherwise it meant she would spend all her life as a working spinster. Mr Pettigrew surveyed the spare girls still standing and looking around them. "Right. All the females not having a desk will have to stand at the back of the classroom." They instantly obeyed. Mark gave Lucy a sideways glance. Her nipples were still erect and he could smell her female juice as she sat close to him. He began thinking how very interesting the biology lessons were going to be. The Land of Masculinium Ch. 02 Chapter 2: The Biology Class Mr Beddington walked purposefully into the class of eighteen-year-olds at Beechwood High School sixth form. They were patiently awaiting his arrival. He placed his briefcase on the teacher's desk and looked around the class at the casually dressed boys and the girls who were totally naked except for a pair of four-inch heels. "Now, I understand that Mr Pettigrew has given you a general idea of the work of Professor Petsford. He, of course, will have dealt with it from the historical point of view and will have given you some idea of why the professor's work was so necessary in order to restore society and improve its structure. I shall be dealing with the biological side of the professor's work and we shall be examining the usefulness of the clitoris ring." One of the boys put up his hand. "Yes Jack?" "Will we be seeing how the ring works sir?" "Indeed you will," replied the teacher. "These classes will not be theoretical. You are to regard them as part of your sex education, and, quite naturally, we will be using some of the girls to illustrate certain aspects of our studies. Depending on which careers you choose, some of you will be deciding to get married in a year or two, so you will need an intimate knowledge of the female body. As sexual intercourse is, of course, totally banned except between husband and wife, you will only need to study this matter towards the end of the year. " When their teacher said "using some of the girls," several of the boys looked at each other and grinned, but the girls looked distinctly apprehensive. Mr Beddington resumed: "Now I want you all to take out your biology notebooks, the ones with the drawing pages interleaved, as you'll need to make some diagrams." The class put their books on their desks and settled down to hear what their teacher was about to say. "Before I deal with the clitoris ring, I want to say a few things about the clitoris itself so I'll need a girl to help me. Myra, come here." He spoke to an attractive blonde in the front row. She walked out and stood in front of her teacher. He put his arm around her waist, his other arm behind her legs and lifted the naked girl onto his desk. "Now, Myra, just open your legs as I want to talk about your clitoris." Mr Beddington now had the full attention of the whole class. "Long before the days of Professor Petsford, it was known that the clitoris had no other use than to give a female pleasure. Indeed it may be looked upon as the very centre of female sexuality. It is the most sensitive part of the female body and has more nerve endings than even the tip of the male organ which, as you boys well know, is also very sensitive." A hand shot up. "Yes, Simon?" "Is that why girls rub their clitorises when they're masturbating, sir?" "Yes, indeed. Even a slight touch or a flick with a finger can give a female quite a pleasurable sensation. Let me demonstrate." He turned to Myra and, putting his hand between her open legs, gave her naked clitoris several quick flicks with his index finger. She instantly raised one leg and bent forward as the sexual sensation ran through her. She turned bright red with embarrassment. Her teacher smiled at her and then looked at the class. "You see, it didn't take much to get her going did it? Now, Myra, when you masturbate do you start by rubbing your clitoris or do you finger your vagina?" This personal and humiliating question made the girl turn an even brighter shade of red as she stammered . . . "I . . . er, um . . . I . . . well . . ." "Come on Myra, out with it! Which do you do first? Or do you do both at the same time?" There were loud giggles from all the boys who were enjoying the probing questions. "I . . er . . . I think I rub my clitoris first, sir," admitted the embarrassed blonde looking down at the desk she was standing on. "Right!" said Mr Beddington with an expansive laugh. "Now we all know. We'll be experimenting with a number of girls later, getting them to show us how they masturbate and we'll be comparing manual and oral stimulation with the help of some of the boys, and finally the dynamic effect of using the clitoris ring to its full potential." The teacher spread his hands on the desk in front of him and leaned forward with a wide smile. "I want to say a word now to all the girls. You would all have had your clitoris ring fitted soon after you were born, and, up until now, you've never been able to remove it. Well, part of the professor's plan was to provide men with a hand set not only for operating the clitoris ring but also for removing it if they should wish to do so. I have here a master hand set with the code of all your rings programmed into it and I'm now going to unlock them so that you can temporarily remove them." He pressed a button on his hand set. There was a ripple of excitement from all the girls as they felt the rings move. Soon they were holding them up in amazement and studying them closely. He paused slightly and then went on. "Now, I'm enough of a realist to know that some of you boys have considerable knowledge of female anatomy, but I want you now to experiment. All the girls who are sitting next to a boy, put your hands on your heads and open your legs." The girls instantly obeyed wondering what was coming next. "Now, gentlemen, it's important to know exactly where the clitoris is found. It's about the size of a pea and just above the vagina so I want you to feel between the legs of the girl you are sitting with until you find her clitoris. On this occasion you will have no help by just locating the ring. When you've found it you will most certainly know by the reaction of the girl. You can give it a sharp rubbing, then you will definitely know you've found it by her squeals. When you've found it I want you to put up your hand." There was a moment's pause before the first hand went up then a few more in quick succession as a chorus of subdued "oohs" and "aaaahs" from the girls went around the class. Eventually every hand was up. "Thank you gentlemen. Now you all know exactly where to find the clitoris and how you can use it to sexually stimulate a female. Now, girls, I want you to kneel on your desks with your legs open, and I want all the gentlemen to make a drawing of your genital area and label the clitoris." There was a lot of bumping and scrabbling as the girls got into position and the boys started looking intently between their open legs to draw their genitals. When they'd finished, Mr Beddington pinned a large poster on the blackboard. It was a drawing of a vagina and a clitoris which was clearly labelled. "Now, gentlemen, I want you to compare your drawings with this poster so that you are quite certain where to look for the clitoris. Are you all quite happy with your work so far?" All the boys agreed that they were now quite familiar with the position of the clitoris. Mr Beddington beamed his pleasure. "I want the girls to hand their rings to the boys. You will notice, gentlemen, that the rings are now split. I want you to insert the ring back into the clitoris and snap it shut. The girls watched fascinated as the boys did this. Mr Beddington pressed another button on his hand set. "Now you will find that the rings are again locked in position and cannot be removed." The girls were then allowed to sit down again. "I want you all to make notes on what you have just seen while I set up the next experiment. While the note-making was proceeding, the teacher cleared the long lab bench at the front of the class. When he'd taken away all the clutter he spoke to the class again. He looked directly at Mark. "Mark, I'd like you to come out here for a moment." Mark walked out to join his teacher on the other side of the lab bench. He looked slightly puzzled. "I understand that you know quite a lot about the girls in this class," said Mr Beddington with a smile. Mark looked at him with a surprised smile. "Me, sir?" he said innocently. Mr Beddington put a hand on his shoulder. "Word gets around in the staff room you know my boy," he said with a knowing wink. Now I want you to choose three girls for our next experiment; one whom you consider to be very sexy and mad on boys, one who is just about average and one who is not too keen, perhaps even a bit frigid. "How do you mean, frigid sir?" asked Mark. "Well, a bit cold and not particularly interested in sex." Mark looked directly at the girl who sat next to him - Lucy. She was a very attractive girl with a nice slim figure and firm pointed breasts. "I think Juicy Lucy will do for number one sir," he said with a laugh. "I noticed that when I was drawing her clitoris it kept getting bigger. I had to rub it out twice and re-draw it." At this hilarious remark all the boys burst into laughter. Mark chose Jennifer for the second girl. She was a strawberry blonde and slightly shorter than Lucy. For the third girl he chose Sheila, a very slight and demure blonde with very small breasts. "Thank you, Mark," said Mr Beddington. "Now, you three girls come out here and climb up on the bench. You can remove your shoes so you'll be able to kneel better." Mark put his hand under Lucy's bottom to help her up onto the bench, much to the amusement of some of the boys who noticed him doing it. Lucy just smiled and blushed. "Right, girls. Now kneel down on the bench and spread you legs wide apart. I want the three of you to give us a demonstration of how you masturbate. The girls looked shocked and turned bright red with embarrassment and humiliation. "Gentlemen, bring your chairs forward and sit in front of the bench. Bring your notebooks with you so that you can make notes on all that happens. All the other females can stand behind you and watch. Remember, girls, if you are fortunate enough to be chosen as a wife, you will need to know all about the sexual functions of your bodies, and the best ways to use them to please your husbands." There was a general excited hubbub amongst the class as all the movement took place, but eventually the whole class were sitting quietly looking up at the three naked girls who were about to finger themselves off. Mr Beddington spoke again. "The real genius of Professor Petsford lay in the fact that he realised that females were so incomplete and flawed sexually that they were almost useless at giving pleasure to men which, naturally, should always be their main purpose in life. They should always be ready to perform sexually whenever their husbands need it. It was the skillful use of the clitoris ring which enabled this to happen making all females selfless servants of men, obedient, willing and instantly compliant. It is the nature of a man to be superior and he requires sexual gratification from a well trained female. This is, in effect, an acknowledgement by the woman of the man's superiority." All the boys nodded their agreement. Lucy, Jennifer and Sheila knelt motionless on the long bench wondering when their ordeal would begin. They didn't have long to wait. Mr Beddington addressed the trio in a bright and cheerful voice. "Right girls! I expect you usually use your middle finger when you masturbate so give it a good lick now." The three girls shyly placed their fingers in their mouths. "Good! That's just fine," said their teacher with a smile. "Now, I want you all to start together so we'll do a countdown from three, then I want you to start." All the boys leaned forward in keen anticipation as they and the girls standing behind them started their count: "Three . . . two . . . one . . . Go!" Lucy put her finger inside her vagina immediately and started stroking it. She smiled self-consciously at Mark. Jennifer, seeing Lucy starting, followed suit, but Sheila looked around her in a helpless panic until encouraged by Mr Beddington. "Come on, Sheila! Start fingering or you'll take all day to come." Realising there was no way out, she slowly inserted her finger inside her shaved vagina and began stroking. All three girls had a lot of encouragement from the boys by way of catcalls and whistles. Lucy was turned on by this and her pussy lips started to open and turn bright red. There were more comments from the boys who leaned further in her direction. "Oooh! Look at those pinks lips guys!" "She's starting to get a bit juicy already." Lucy's finger stroking started to get faster and deeper and she was biting her bottom lip as she tilted her head back." "She's living up to her 'Juicy Lucy' name," called out Bob. "She doing it almost as well as I do!" boasted Mark, flinging his arms towards the celing. All the boys roared at this, and Lucy looked down in embarrassment. Soon she was using two fingers and they glistened in the light as they emerged from her now wide open lips. She started rubbing her cliitoris with her free hand as her breathing got quicker, and short panting noises and little groans of pleasure escaped her open mouth. "Go on girl! You're getting there," shouted one of the boys. This seemed to urge her on to quicken the pace of her two-fingered stroking. Then she moved her hand from her clitoris to her breast and started moulding it in circles and squeezing her nipple. Soon they both stood out hard and pink. "Hey guys. Just get a load of that clitoris. It's really sticking out erect and clear," cried Tim. Lucy licked the fingers of her free hand and started vigorously rubbing her clitoris as she gasped louder. "Aaaah! Aaaah! Ooooooah!" There was more encouragement from the boys but the girls behind them were almost silent with embarrassment seeing three of their naked classmates having to masturbate in front of all the boys. Lucy, by now, was beyond caring as wave after wave of sexual pleasure surged through her teenage body. It was obvious to all the watchers that she had lost control and that her full orgasm was not far off. Her efforts caused her to sweat, and her whole body glistened. Her face was becoming bright red and the colour soon spread down onto her heaving chest. The three girls kept glancing to the side in Mr Beddington's direction. Lucy's lips bore a faint smile but the other two looked deadly serious about their efforts. Lucy's efforts seemed to encourage the other two girls who were now both stroking at a fair rate. Her gasps and moans of sexual pleasure seemed to be catching. Jennifer's free hand was now alternating between her clitoris and her breasts and even the tiny breasts of Sheila came in for some attention. Soon there was a veritable chorus of female gasps and groans. Lucy easily led the field as her fingers rapidly shot in and out of her pussy. Then her hips started to gyrate and she was pushing forward onto her fingers. Her stomach muscles started to contract. "Why are her muscles doing that?" asked Robert. "Muscle contractions are a sign of a genuine orgasm," replied Mr Beddington. "You don't get that with a fake orgasm. If you look right back towards her anus there's a special muscle there that will contract vigorously when she cums. Keep an eye on it. Also, if you notice, her clitoris is now getting smaller. This is a sure sign that her orgasm is not far off." "Just look at all that juice running down her thighs," yelled a boy who was leaning forward with great interest. The words were hardly out of his mouth when Lucy's head tilted right back and she opened her mouth in a frenzy of sexual satisfaction. "Aaaaaaaaagggh!" This brought a round of applause from the boys. Mr Beddington casually leaned forward as she caught her juice in the palm of her hand. Another quieter yell brought more. "Jack, would you mind getting a box of tissues from the cupboard and giving some to the girls to clean themselves up?" asked Mr Beddington. Lucy's body was now slumped forward in a panting arc. She took the tissue from Jack and started wiping up the juice from between her naked legs. Her whole body rose and fell as she panted her sexual relief. Mr Beddington leaned forward casually on the bench to see how Jennifer and Sheila were progressing. "As you will have noticed, gentlemen. some females suffer from what we call 'tardy orgasms', that is they are far too slow to reach their full sexual pleasure. This is where the clitoris ring helps a lot. A man skilled in its use can bring even the most frigid female to orgasm in under a minute. But I'll be demonstrating that technique later. For now we'll continue to watch Jennifer and Sheila make themselves come manually." "Can we have a game of chess while we wait?" asked a boy who was leaning on his elbow and gazing between Jennifer's open legs looking rather bored. All the other boys chuckled at this suggestion but they continued with their encouragement of the two girls. Both girls were now sweating freely and their heads were flung back with open mouths as they panted and moaned." "Their clits are getting smaller, sir," observed one keen-eyed young lad. "You said that meant they would soon be coming didn't you?" "That's true Tom. That's good observation." A few moments later both girls exploded into orgasm almost simultaneously. There was enthusiastic clapping from the boys and Jack handed them each a tissue. Mr Beddington beamed his pleasure at the final successful conclusion of his first experiment. "I want you all to return to your desks and write your notes on this first experiment, together with any diagrams you think might be necessary. The title for this is 'Female sexuality - experiment one". We will be carrying out two more similar experiments involving the use of a vibrator and finally the clitoris ring."