Bending over in front of twenty people with two older women touching him - no, not touching him... caressing him - on the hard ridge between his legs while drops of precum leaked from the end of his penis onto the floor - or onto the fingers of the two women - Carl couldn't have felt more embarrassed. Or he thought he couldn't. Even with his elderly hostess sitting there proudly enjoying the attention this room of educated women was giving him, his face was still burning with shame.
'And while we have Carl in this position,' said Mrs. Johnson, 'before we examine his anus, let's just take a moment to notice the line that runs along the perineum to the anus and to the testicles and right up the centre of the testicles. Isn't that interesting? Like a line dividing him in two...'
Half for me, half for you, thought both of the women with their faces right up against Carl's bent over figure. Davina ran her finger along the line, as if to demonstrate for the room. She could feel a pulsating in the hardened perineum and noticed Carl's penis bob up and down, leaking a little more of the precum as his prostate pumped.
'Now we're not going to spend long on Carl's anus,' said Mrs. Johnson, matter-of-factly, 'but I did just want to indicate the power of anal probing as I was explaining to Carl's hostess Doreen recently. If I could get you two ladies to pull little Carl's buttocks apart... Carl, do you need something to lean on?'
Carl nodded indicating that he did at which another woman, this one younger -- with horror, Carl recognised her as a girl from his Sixth Form! - came up onto the stage with what looked like a sports bench of some sort. Positioning it in front of Carl, so that he could lean forward and rest on his elbows, the girl stood back to make sure he'd placed it right. Carl looked up but noticed the woman was not looking at his face but at his penis, clearly captivated by the bobbing, leaking thing. The woman was smiling, pushing her lips forward in a bit of a pout.
'Thank you, Danielle,' said Mrs. Johnson, moving forward so she was level with Carl's up-turned backside, and standing so close that Carl could feel the feel of her skirt on his bare flesh and the heat from her body against him.
'Now, if I could get you ladies to spread these buttocks again...' Davina and Elaine didn't need much encouragement. Each of them hooked the four fingertips of one hand to the inner curve of Carl's bottom and scooped outward, the flesh almost trembling in their grip.
'And there you have it,' said Mrs. Johnson, 'the anus of a sexually aroused young man. Isn't it lovely? Obviously, this has been specially shaved for us by Doreen...' A small ripple of applause broke out as people looked round at Doreen sitting proudly at the back.
'Some boys of Carl's age will have quite a bit of hair down here so it's good to shave away just so you can see what you're dealing with and what you're doing. It's also a very good way of maintaining high hygiene levels.'
With his little pink hole, completely bare of all hair, now the centre of attention for a whole roomful of people, Carl realised his earlier embarrassment was nothing compared to this. His face burned with shame and one of his legs started to tremble with... was it fear or cold or just embarrassment?
'Now, when entering a young man's anus with your finger, you should use lubrication but I've always found...' and she put her own finger in her mouth and sucked it, 'that a little saliva will always do the trick if you don't have lubrication to hand. Make it nice and sticky and then...'
With his buttocks still being stretched apart, Carl felt the finger of Mrs. Johnson's approach his hole. First it stroked the hole... 'Rub a little of the saliva or the lubricant around the area...' then began to penetrate it. 'Be careful and go slowly,' said Mrs. Johnson as Carl let out an involuntary grunt of pleasure.
'You see, so far I only have my finger in down to the first knuckle. A little more saliva...' And Carl could feel something hit his backside, just above his anus: Mrs. Johnson was dribbling on his hole... 'and you can get in to the second knuckle. Is that alright Carl?'
Carl nodded.
'We can't hear you...'