Headmistress Agnes Horsley’s weekly staff meetings were tedious and time-consuming.
Sandra gazed out of the Staff Room’s Victorian casement window at the sun-dappled playing fields, where the sixth form girls’ hockey practice was about to get under way. She was distantly conscious of her name being called. “I said: did you read this article Miss Brockington?”
“Article?” Sandra queried, hurriedly returning to the meeting.
The headmistress was brandishing a copy of an education weekly, angrily stabbing an opened page with an index finger. “’Sex education in the 21st century. Statistics reveal an alarming increase in the use of on-line porn amongst eighteen-year-olds.’ Sex education IS still your main subject is it not, Miss Brockington?” the headmistress asked witheringly.
“Yes Miss Horsley.”
“Then it looks as if you’ve got your work cut out…” the older woman paused and followed Sandra’s gaze towards the playing field, “…if that lot out there don’t all finish up as hookers! Thank you, ladies; meeting adjourned.”
Gym instructor Emma Tennant remained behind to support a disconsolate Sandra. She gently placed her hand on the other’s knee. “Don’t take any notice of that miserable old battle axe, sweetie.”
Sandra looked up and tried to force a half-smile of appreciation. “Trouble is, she’s right. Or rather that magazine article’s statistics are. All my girls are at it; morning, noon and most of the night. Rubbing their little nubs as if there was no tomorrow! I know we all do it, Emma… but in moderation. How often d’you make yourself cum? Daily? Twice daily?”
“Usually a couple of times every day. I haven’t had a really good fucking for weeks.”
“Me neither.” Sandra brightened up and gave the pretty gym mistress a big grin. “But I’m working on a cunning plan to answer Miss Horsley’s dilemma.”
“Do tell!”
“I’ll do better, hun. You can come and watch!”
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“Good morning ladies. Today we will be concentrating on the art of fellatio. A strange Italian word.” Sandra looked around the classroom. “Can anyone offer a translation? Anna, you’re the linguist. What does it mean?”
“Licking a boy’s penis?”
“Precisely. Or in 21st century slang, ‘cock sucking’”. This caused a ripple of amused giggles.
Sandra’s gym instructor friend Emma, observing from the back of the classroom, watched as the teacher rummaged in her shoulder bag before producing a large and very realistic pink rubber dildo, which she banged down onto the table top so that its suction base had it pointing towards the ceiling. This dramatic gesture was greeted with gales of appreciative laughter. “There we are ladies: Exhibit A! I call him Donald.”
Donald was indeed a work of art. Slightly curved, with realistic raised veins running the length of its shaft, culminating in a beautifully-shaped bell end. The teacher rested her little finger on its tip. “So, here are the four crucial points on the penis that you need to be aware off. The piss slit – treat it very gently, although many males like to feel the tip of a young woman’s tongue brushed across its opening. Then we have the glans – also a sensitive zone – best attended to with puckered lips. Next the shaft, which you should gently massage with one hand – though not too energetically, in case he finishes too soon. And finally, right down at the bottom here: the scrotum, another Latin word which Anna will translate for us?”
“Ball sack.”
“Good girl. The ball sack, enclosing the male’s testes which are going to produce the semen. Sometimes referred to as the man’s ‘cum factory’”. More unbridled laughter. The class was turning into something of a stand-up comedy routine and the girls were loving it. Sandra grasped Donald around the middle of its shaft. “Now in a minute I’m going to invite volunteers to come up to the front of the class to give Donald here a nice slow sucking. But first I’d like you to watch how an expert performs fellatio.” So saying, Sandra looked to the back of the classroom, winked at Emma and beckoned her to come forward to demonstrate. Blushing profusely, the gym mistress approached the table to a raucous round of applause and several woops of delight.
The class became attentive and quiet as Emma went to work on the dildo, first running her tongue along its length and then placing her lips firmly over the glans. “This is the moment, ladies, when the male will sometimes secrete small quantities of what is termed pre-cum – or ‘pre’ for short. You’ll find it tastes sweet and it won’t do you any harm at all if you swallow it. It certainly won’t get you pregnant! Carry on Emma.”
The gym instructor was really into her stride, adding guttural moans as she used both hands to massage the artificial penis. “Timings will vary, ladies. Some guys can hold back for minutes on end, while the more excitable and inexperienced ones will probably finish quickly. You’ll usually get a split-second warning as his glans expands a little. It’s up to you whether you swallow or spit.” Emma gave Sandra a mischievous smile, as if to say ‘I always swallow!’ The erotic delights of one’s first ‘facial’, the teacher decided, could be saved for Lesson 2.
The class was giving the young gym mistress an enthusiastic round of applause, but it rapidly trickled away to silence as the stout profile of the headmistress was seen framed in the classroom doorway.
“Miss Brockington. Miss Tennant. I will see you in my study in five minutes. Class dismissed!”
