I'm one of the few male teachers at St Matilda's Academy for Young Ladies, an expensive English private school for girls. I teach a class of eighteen to nearly nineteen year olds. I'm single, in my early thirties and needless to say most of the girls in my class perform regularly in my masturbation fantasies.
Another regular performer in my fantasies is the Headmistress Miss Fiona Pemberton. She's early forties, a blonde sophisticated beauty. Her good figure is usually displayed in a well-filled blouse, a charcoal grey skirt tight over her pert bottom and ending just on the knee, black nylons and black high heels that go clickety-clack as she walks along the school corridors.
One afternoon late in the summer term I was in a corridor when from behind me I heard that familiar clickety-clack. A moment later there beside me was Miss Pemberton.
"Have you got a moment, Mr Thompson" she began. I always have a moment for Miss Pemberton. "Some of our oldest girls will soon be leaving St. Matilda's" she continued. "It's time for the preparation for student life seminar that we give our girls who're about to leave home for university. You helped with it last year if you remember." Miss Pemberton gave me a mischievous smile. It was not a seminar one would easily forget. "Are you up for helping with it again?"
"They're all eighteen or over I assume?" I asked
"Of course. This year's girls are Abbie, Cathy, Jayne, Lucy, Natalie and Ruth."
I was happy with that. The youngest, Abbie was just two months short of nineteen and the oldest, Ruth would be nineteen just after term ended in a couple of weeks. I told Miss Pemberton I'd be happy to help.
"Thank you. Next Friday after school in my flat. We'll tell their parents the usual, that they're on a preparation for university life seminar."
Then with my eyes locked on the backs of her sheer black nylon clad legs and her bottom through her tight skirt Miss Pemberton clickety-clacked away down the corridor.
As she departed thoughts of one of the girls in particular filled my mind. Ruth was a penis-straining brunette combination of an innocent young face, a smouldering "want you" look in her eyes, the best filled blouse in my class and usually the shortest skirt. I knew Ruth had a "crush" on me. In class she was constantly "accidentally" brushing her bulging blouse against me and giving me glimpses up her skirt. I'd spurted plenty of semen in my lonely bed thinking of Ruth.
So after class that next Friday I went to Miss Pemberton's flat. The girls were already there in the spacious lounge wearing their school uniforms of white blouses with school neckties, grey pleated wraparound skirts and sheer black tights. They were sitting gathered round a big TV screen that was showing a video that seemed to consist entirely of naked men masturbating.
"Now we're all here let's start" Miss Pemberton began.
The girls turned away dutifully but reluctantly from the screen to face Miss Pemberton.
"Now girls. At St. Matilda's we like to prepare our girls for all aspects of life. One aspect I know you are all becoming very aware of is your sexuality."
As Miss Pemberton paused Ruth's eyes met mine. The look in them left me in no doubt that she was very aware of her sexuality, and mine.
"At university you will be free from parental restraints and you will meet similarly unrestrained boys." The grins on Abbie's and Lucy's faces showed what they thought of that. "So the purpose of this seminar is to acquaint you with the challenges of sexuality. Mr Thompson has kindly agreed to help us from the male angle. The first thing to get used to is being nude in the presence of the opposite sex. So lets all play a little game."
The game involved getting into pairs, taking a garment off each other then going to someone else to form another pair and doing the same. Appropriate, I thought as the first thing any boy would do with these beauties is get their clothes off. Accompanied with giggling and excited squeals from the girls Miss Pemberton, six girls and I systematically undressed each other.
Soon six pairs of firm young naked breasts were bouncing and swinging, six nicely rounded young bottoms were gleaming smoothly under the lights, and six young pussies ranging from Jayne's smooth shaven mound to blonde Natalie's unkempt bush of brown cunt fur were on display.
The girls' underwear was school regulation "white, modest and opaque." But Miss Pemberton's blouse and skirt came off to display black satin panties barely big enough to cover her neatly trimmed brown bush, a matching black bra only just big enough to sling her large breasts, and sheer black nylon stockings with a garter belt. Her naked body was everything I'd dreamed of, with big full mature breasts, a neat snatch of brown cunt fur and legs that looked as exciting nude as in her nylons.
My eyes were constantly on Ruth. Her young breasts were every bit as big and round as her well-filled blouses suggested, and the neat strip of almost black hair lining her vagina slit was just as penis-straining exciting as I'd imagined all the times I'd masturbated thinking of her.
In the melee I forget who's clothes I took off except that I managed to take off Miss Pemberton's bra and one of her stockings. But I certainly remember how Ruth managed it so I got to slip her knickers off and run my hungry fingers through her soft young pubic hair.
Of course all the girls' eyes were locked on me when Cathy, already nude, slipped my light blue briefs down my thighs and my naked penis bounced out and swung, still mostly flaccid.
"Before we continue, girls" Miss Pemberton explained, "you will have noted I was wearing underwear a lot more daring than you were, with stockings. Boys love girls' sexy underwear and they go wild over stockings."
"My daddy looks at pictures of girls in underwear like yours Miss Pemberton. He takes my knickers from my laundry" Cathy called out. "I'd love to know what he does with them."
The girls giggled.
"Cathy! We don't want to hear about your father's perversions. Now. Let's turn to the male anatomy."
I was standing there naked with my naked penis swinging in front of me. Miss Pemberton came up close enough to me that her nipples brushed against my arm and her naked thigh brushed against mine. My penis strained a notch or two stiffer.
"Gather round girls. Let's look at Mr Thompson's genitals."
Miss Pemberton reached down and lightly fingered my balls. I spread my legs for her exploring hand and for my young audience.
"This is Mr Thompson's scrotum. Its very sensitive, so when you touch a boy there be very gentle. Just stroke him lightly, or..." Miss Pemberton paused and grinned. "Kiss him or lick him with your tongue. Boys like that." Her light fingers on my balls and the tone of her voice made obvious that she spoke from experience.
"Boys call them their balls Miss." Natalie replied.
"Bollocks!" someone called out. The girls all giggled.
"Girls! Behave!"
Miss Pemberton's gentle hand went to my penis.
"This is Mr. Thompson's penis. Now watch carefully girls. See what happens as Mr Thompson gets sexually excited. You don't mind us touching each other do you Mr Thompson?"
I certainly didn't. I felt her snuggle a bit closer against me so her bush of pubic hair brushed my thigh. As her fingers played with my penis her touch told me she knew exactly what a man wanted. My hands almost involuntarily found her smooth warm thighs, her big soft breasts, her smooth round bottom and the bush of cunt fur between her thighs. As we ran our fingers over each other my penis stiffened and rose till my seven inches of stiff muscle were bending back with its erection-swollen cock head pointing up vertically.
The girls watched, wide eyed with excitement.
"Wow! Look at his cock!" I heard, followed by another girl's "Its bigger than my daddy's!" and another's "Mmmmmm! I'd like that up me!"
"Girls!" called out Miss Pemberton, bringing order.
The lesson continued.
"You can see, girls, that Mr Thompson's penis has now grown and is standing up hard. That's called an erection. Boys have erections when they are sexually excited by a girl and want sex with her. It makes his penis stiff and ready to enter a girl's vagina."
As she spoke Miss Pemberton's hand stroked my penis as if testing it for stiffness and readiness.
"Its massive!" Natalie gasped. "He'd never get that up me!"
"Natalie! Control yourself!"
I was sure I could, once I'd got Natalie hot and juicy, and with some good hard thrusting on my part.
"A boy's penis is the most sexually sensitive part of a man's body" Miss Pemberton's eyes met mine and the smile she gave me made it clear she knew all the other sexually sensitive parts too. "Especially here, just under where its head meets the shaft."
Her thumb and forefinger closed round my penis and stroked just across the base ridge of my penis head, catching my frenulum. In the burst of sexual pleasure I involuntarily grunted and thrust my hips forward. Mercifully she only gave my cock a couple of strokes before she let me go.
"Thank you Mr Thompson" Miss Pemberton gave my backside an affectionate pat as she stepped back from me.
"Now girls. I'm sure Mr Thompson will be happy for you to examine his genitalia for yourselves."
A moment later I was standing there wide legged with my hips thrust forward as six naked nearly-nineteen year old girls snuggled around me. Their hands were all over me feeling my backside, ruffling my pubic hair, stroking and tickling my balls, feeling the length and stiffness of my straining penis shaft and its head and stroking that sensitive spot Miss Pemberton had pointed out.
They got close enough to me that their naked young bodies brushed against mine, and of course my hands explored them. Ruth snuggled against me for a good long feel of my naked body and for me to nuzzle my cock and balls into her exploring hand.
