(The following is taken and excerpted directly from visiting American Professor David Rogers' diary. All of the young ladies in our Academy have been certified as being over eighteen. All of our Professors are certifiably so much older.)
I had just pulled down Miss Maggie's thong in the back: or should I say, I extricated that thin black string from being devoured by her ass cheeks! I noted that her buttocks-- indeed her entire body-- was lightly sweated, perhaps from the embarrassment of being undressed in front of all of her classmates and the Dean.
I also spontaneously-- and literally-- kissed her sweet ass, which resulted in a sigh and a sense of relaxation and possibly the acceptance of her fate. Her responses were noted; however, she still had to learn that, to the dominant male, she is dressed at our whim-- a girl's clothing may be removed at any time. If our Miss Maggie continued to be cooperative though, I would gladly reward her with increasingly intimate kisses all over her firm young form.
Maggie was about 5' 7", a slender redhead with nicely sized, probably D cup breasts. I had just been introduced to the Academy's nineteen female students aged eighteen to nineteen. They had put on quite a show which included hiking up and then removing their skirts, and finally taking off their blouses. They were now all clad in nothing but black open-shelf bras, black thongs, and black open-toe strappy heels.
Except for poor Maggie.
I had chosen her to demonstrate my control over submissive young women, and also to illustrate the Academy's key tenets of Compliance and Discipline. When I was done with her class demonstration, I was going to collar and leash her and use her as my naked guide and nude little pet for the rest of the school day.
I unclasped her pretty bra next, and pulled it completely off. Maggie was already bare-breasted in her shelf bra: nevertheless, it is absolutely necessary to strip a young woman completely naked for a proper intimate exam.
I noted that Maggie's breasts drooped only slightly, but as firm young teats, they were wonderful to behold. As I stepped in front of her to begin her breast exam, I noticed that Dean Willams was now standing up, next to the front row of girls. Undoubtedly he did not want to miss anything.
I took each of Maggie's delightfully young tits in each hand as if I were weighing them. This shy young redhead was looking at my hands as they were kneading her firm flesh, not at me. I spoke out loud for the class's benefit once I got to her nipples:
"Completely brown nipples and areolae are relatively rare in young women, but many men find nipples like these 'naughty' and therefore very sexually attractive. As do I."
And then I proceeded to bend just a bit. I took Miss Maggie's left breast in hand and squeezed her big nipple into my greedy mouth.
The whole class went deathly quiet as I suckled. I deliberately made some very naughty noises. I thought poor Maggie was somewhere in between a state of shock and a state of unbelievable arousal.
Once I was done treating both breasts in a similar fashion, I stepped back and instructed the class to observe how long and how hard Maggie's brown nips had become. Then, in keeping with Maggie's preferences, I bent down again and gave each nipple a nice wet kiss.
Now Maggie was meeting my eyes. She was licking her lips and trying to slow her breathing to prepare herself for what was next. I was quite glad to observe what a good girl she was, and I fully intended to reward her with some extremely nice kisses in many of her special areas once I had her leashed and naked and alone.
Now it was time to totally remove Maggie's panties and move on the most rewarding areas of the young female body. I caught the Dean's eye and he was glancing toward his antique desk. I smiled when I noticed the worn down area in the middle; I wondered how many naked young ladies over the years had leaned their bare little asses back against that very spot with their pretty legs spread wide open.
I led Maggie over to that spot. I took her arm gently and she was practically beaming with pleasure at my touch. I told her simply to remove her panties, place them on the desk, and lean back. I went and brought over my chair-- I'd had enough of bending!
When I returned sweet Maggie already had her panties off and her legs wide open. She was watching me intently and had a look on her face that said that she had had enough of the preliminaries and just wanted me inside her.
This was only day two of the Academy's second four-week semester. I knew that Maggie was already getting naked for classes in striptease and nude dancing and for masturbation class. She was also being penetrated two to three times a week by a very skilled and very lucky professor who took on that task with a class of up to five girls-- and who remained hard throughout without ejaculating.
I brought my chair up close and I licked my lips as I got my first look at what I was working with. Maggie had a narrow landing strip of reddish-brown fur above some plump, firm outer lips. Those lips were nicely open with her legs spread, and her clitoral hood was already wet and bright pink with her white-pink love nub poking out. I played with it and pulled on it and Maggie started squirming. I gave her a look and she held still. Her inner folds weren't as red as I imagined but a really good bright pink-- and getting very plump and fleshy and totally wet.
She had such a surprisingly plump little pussy protruding out for me that I couldn't take my eyes off of her.
I finally turned to the class. "We are going to discuss my method of intercourse which results-- when done correctly-- in two to three combined clitoral and 'G-spot' orgasms for the female, while an experienced male may remain fully erect. You will all be personally trained in 'the David Method' by me, in the next few weeks."
The girls now were looking at each other, blushing hotly and giggling. "Personally trained" meant that each of these girls would soon be riding my cock as I instructed them to pump their sweet asses up and down on my command.
I turned back to patiently naked Maggie. "I will attempt to simulate my method by using my fingers on Miss Maggie." Her eyes got wide.
"I've never attempted this manually before, but I'm sure that Maggie won't mind if I need to attempt this repeatedly..." I leaned close to naked, spread-open Maggie as some of the girls giggled. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to place my entire hand inside of you, poor thing!" I whispered.
"Ah, but I do want you-- the real you-- inside of me," she whispered back. Her soft voice had a slight Irish lilt but it seemed like she was consciously trying to project a more learned, BBC broadcaster accent.
I moved closer and put my right hand upon her vulva to try to distract the watchers from our whispers.
"Now Maggie, you know that isn't allowed outside of classroom training," I said.
"There's a place," she was barely moving her lips, "a secret place beyond the pond. All the girls know of it. Once I am leashed for you I will take you there." She paused and looked down at my hand which was now blatantly stroking her wet folds. "But it is of course against the rules," she fake-pouted, seeing if I would rise to the challenge.
I began to push my middle finger between her inner lips and started teasing the sensitive girl-flesh around her vulva. "I didn't get this far in my life by always following the silly rules!" I boldly proclaimed.
And then Miss Maggie slowly lifted up her pretty head and stared deep into my eyes and I saw the exciting, sexually confident, dynamic young woman she was about to become.
"Professor David," Dean's voice interrupted our intimate moment. "If you are quite done with giving the young lady, uh... her special instructions, the rest of us would like an unobstructed view of your vaginal manipulations."
"Of course," I said and I sat back down, reluctantly withdrawing my hand from between Maggie's legs. I held my finger up and sniffed it and tasted it and of course the girls giggled yet again. I ignored them. I was tasting a mix of Maggie and Brigette, the French maid I had only recently manhandled in the hallway.
I have long contemplated actually collecting and somehow preserving a young woman's juices... and I was now tasting a heady, pungent blend! How would I label it: "a charming cross-Channel mixture of eighteen-year-old English/Irish and twenty-something French; a rare treat for all of the senses."
I shook myself out of those imaginations and returned to Maggie's still-open genitalia. I massaged just outside of her vagina for a while as if I was circling the drain. Her hole was already pulsating: contracting closed and then winking open. I observed copious amounts of mostly clear liquid emanating from that hole at first, then it began to turn a pale, globular milky white. I threw preliminaries aside at that stage of arousal and I thrust four tightly bunched fingers inside her.
"Oh! Oh! Ahhh... oh my goodness! Oh god, professor!" she exclaimed. I love recording all of an aroused young female's vocalizations as best I can. They are programmed by nature to excite her as well as the male with their increasingly enticing naughtiness.
It was time to explain to the class what I was attempting, that I really had a purpose in going in there besides leading to a nice fist-fuck.
"I am attempting to insert my entire hand inside Miss Maggie's vagina. I will then massage her G-spot with my thumb. Simultaneously, I will spread out my other fingers and press outward toward her internal clitoral structure. I'm sure you girls have been taught that most of the clitoris is internal."
I looked to Maggie's face and caught her eyes. "I'm pushing in all the way now my sweet girl. Such a good girl for me! So... just take a deep breath... relax."
I pushed in nice and slow and firm and our eyes never left the other. This was one very special girl and I knew that I was going to take a very personal interest in her intimate training.
