NOTES: This is a continuation of my previous stories "Oz Beach Boy Ogled By French Cougar" and "Oz Beach Boy Schoolgirls Wank Video". It can (hopefully), however, still be read as a stand-alone story. This is a CFNM female-of-male body worship story with masturbation but no male-female sexual activity. Though there are schoolgirl characters in the story, they are all senior students over the age of eighteen. This is a work of complete fiction. This story takes place months before my recent holiday-themed entries.
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It was a windy, wet summer's day in Sydney, Australia. Ms. Jacqueline Chabrol had her thin wooden pointer rested on the penis of a projected image of Michelangelo's Statue Of David.
"As you can see, ladies," the French-born schoolteacher said to her all-girl Year 12 Visual Art class, "though often referred to as the perfect example of masculinity, by today's standards anyway, Michelangelo's David does not have what would be considered a large penis...in fact, it's even quite small."
At this remark, the girls let forth with a stream of suppressed giggles, and whispered to each other behind their hands.
Ms. Jacqueline Chabrol smiled. She loved exposing her eighteen-year-old, all-female students to artistic images of nude men, and was always entertained by the responses that her often provocative brand of teaching engendered.
"Come now, ladies," Ms. Jacqueline Chabrol said in her charming French accent. "I know that men's penises can be amusing, but this is perhaps the most famous artistic representation in all history of the male physique and phallus. Please show some maturity. Enough giggling, please."
45-year-old Ms. Jacqueline Chabrol loved looking at images of much younger nude men. She would spend hours doing just that on the internet, and would also trawl the local beaches in her area.
She had a great time gleefully and surreptitiously ogling youthful, attractive, barely clad men in their swimsuits.
The French schoolteacher occasionally visited Sydney's handful of nude beaches as well, but found most of the men there to be older, in poor physical shape, obviously perverted, or openly homosexual, which impinged on her levels of arousal.
She liked her men to be young, muscular, handsome, virile, masculine and very well endowed.
Ms. Jacqueline Chabrol often fantasised about the possibility of organising a life drawing class for the eighteen-year-old female students in her Year 12 art class.
The model would, of course, be male, and per the demands of the session, he would be completely nude.
She would encourage her female students to pay particular attention to his member while they sketched.
Just the thought of facilitating twenty young girls admiring a man without his clothes got Ms. Chabrol aroused.
She knew that the teenagers would be fascinated by his muscular body and especially his uncloaked penis.
Ms. Jacqueline Chabrol, however, suffered from a crippling shyness around men which meant that her appreciation and enjoyment of them always happened from a distant, onanistic perspective.
The eye-patch that the French schoolteacher had worn ever since a serious car accident when she was seventeen had always made her an outsider, while being the only French girl at university had not helped.
She had sadly suffered traumatising bullying and cruelty when she arrived in Australia from France at the age of eighteen.
And while Ms. Jacqueline Chabrol was near obsessed with the nudity and physicality of young men, she also hated them.
Many of her bullies and tormentors had been males, and she had been cruelly betrayed and deserted by her cheating husband five long years prior.
She harboured extreme erotic fantasies of control, domination, debasement and humiliation.
Ms. Jacqueline Chabrol had considered paying a man so she could act out these fantasies, but his obvious compliance would make the exercise redundant.
If she was humiliating and debasing a man, she didn't want him to enjoy it. She wanted him wrecked and ruined.
And as a seemingly normal, respectable member of society, there was no way that Ms. Jacqueline Chabrol could possibly force an unwilling man into her sexual fantasies against his will...or could she?
"Now, ladies," Ms. Jacqueline Chabrol continued. "Note how carefully and exquisitely Michelangelo has crafted not just David's penis, but also his testicles. The detail and natural accuracy is nothing short of breathtaking. It's beautiful, isn't it, ladies?"
At the back of the classroom, the French art teacher noticed one of her students staring downward into her lap.
Ms. Jacqueline Chabrol had seen the stance many times before in class, and she knew exactly what the young woman was doing. She was obviously looking at her phone.
Ms. Jacqueline Chabrol enjoyed confiscating her students' phones when they were being used illicitly and inappropriately.
Mobile phones were not to be accessed in class under any circumstance, and it was a rule that she strongly enforced at all times.
If Ms. Jacqueline Chabrol knew (via school records) that the offending student was over the age of eighteen, she would steal a look through the confiscated phone.
The French schoolteacher scrolled through the text messages, looked at the apps, and browsed through the photos.
What she often found was not only amusing and enlightening, but also often even erotic and arousing.
The amount of "dick pics" and "sex tapes" that she came across was as disturbing as it was sexy.
The student clearly looking at her phone at the back of the class was Mia St. Clair. She was a sweet-natured, beautiful, polite, and popular eighteen-year-old, but Jacqueline had always suspected that Mia was not quite as demure and innocent as she appeared to be.
Mia's best friend -- the also eighteen-year-old Iris Willowpoint -- was loud, profane, easily distracted and occasionally disrespectful, which made Jacqueline think that Mia must have had at least a little wildness boiling away inside her too.
Jacqueline wondered what she would find on Mia St. Clair's phone...maybe her suspicions would be confirmed about the teenager's possible dark side.
The French schoolteacher continued her discussion of Michelangelo's David while moving quietly and stealthily towards the back of the classroom.
"The penis is much more of a display organ now than it was in Michelangelo's era," Jacqueline said. "If Michelangelo was sculpting this piece today, one could safely assume that David may very well have been provided with a much larger penis and testicles."
Mia St. Clair was so immersed in what was happening on her phone that the young student didn't even notice that Ms. Jacqueline Chabrol was right on top of her.
In one fell swoop, the French schoolteacher reached down with lethal, practiced precision and plucked the phone nimbly from Mia's hands.
"What?" the student sputtered. "I was...but Ms. Chabrol...no."
"Ms. St. Clair, you are fully aware of the rules regarding mobile phones in this classroom," Ms. Chabrol said firmly. "They are not tolerated under any circumstances. You are here to learn and participate. There is no excuse! I am confiscating your phone until the end of class. I will put it in the staffroom for safekeeping."
With that, Ms. Jacqueline Chabrol turned swiftly on her heel, and moved toward the door.
"Ladies, please begin your essay on the aesthetic qualities of Michelangelo's David," the French schoolteacher said. "I will be back in a few moments."
Jacqueline then walked out of the classroom, and headed toward the staffroom.
She immediately started swiping at Mia's phone to keep it open so she could have a snoop through its photo and video files.
The French schoolteacher was almost certain that Mia St. Clair's status as a perfect angel would very quickly be completely tarnished.
Jacqueline dashed quickly into the staffroom and happily saw that there was nobody else there.
She sat down on a comfortable lounge chair at the back of the room, and tapped on the "Photos" icon on Mia St. Clair's phone.
Jacqueline was greeted by the usual collection of schoolgirl images: friends posing, friends laughing, friends in bikinis at the beach, and so on and so on.
Disappointingly, there were no dick pics or sex tapes, but when Jacqueline came to a curious looking video file, she quickly paused.
The still image denoting the video file was a title card featuring Old West-style lettering. It read "The Ballad Of Chief Jerking Bull."
What on earth was this? Ms. Jacqueline Chabrol was intrigued. She tapped on the screen, and the video began to play.
After the initial title card, another one appeared on the screen: "A Film By Muffy St. Crotch & Buffy Le Cleavage." And then another, also in Old-West-style font: "Starring Mike Oxlong, Janey Jism, Sadie Silkfist & Raven Midnight."
Music that had obviously been lifted from an old western movie played underneath the title cards.
Had Mia St. Clair made this film? Was it some kind of pornographic video? Ms. Jacqueline Chabrol continued to watch, utterly transfixed.
After the two title cards, a man appeared on screen, posed against a stark white wall. He was a beautiful, tanned, muscular, extraordinarily impressive looking man.
He was covered in some kind of glistening body oil almost from head to toe. He looked to be in his mid-twenties.
For a young man of his age, he was surprisingly free of tattoos. Jacqueline felt a stirring in her nether regions almost immediately.
She assumed that this was the man credited on the title card as Mike Oxlong. After eventually guessing at the name's crude play on words, Ms. Jacqueline Chabrol was particularly excited about seeing more of this divine male specimen.
The man wore a large Native American chief's head dress pulled down low on his forehead, and his face was strikingly painted black and red.
