When the three of us entered Professor McClean's Vaginal Stretching and Exercise class, I took a look around, comparing it to the other classrooms I had seen today.
All of the classrooms had a cloakroom to the left or the right at hallway level; these rooms were currently used for the girls to undress when required. There was then a step down to a wide open area. Most of the more traditional classrooms were filled with student desks here: Professor McClean's classroom floor had six mattresses scattered round with piles of white towels on each one. Along the walls there were a few rolling privacy curtains as in hospitals.
Andie and Maggie, both nude already, were quite used to the routine. "Prof is in his office, in back of that raised stage area." Andie pointed across all of the mattresses. "Most of the girls will be back there by now. We all wait naked under our little robes to be called. We chat with the first-years-- they're still nervous about the whole nude sex thing-- but basically it's just waiting for our time."
She started marching across the room, expertly dodging the mattresses. "I'll get the Prof," she called out. I watched her hot, tight ass cheeks twitch as she retreated.
Maggie shrugged. "I might as well wait with you, sir. I'm due for insertion today, so he might take me first."
I was still trying to process how complacent these teens were when it came to all of the nudity and sex. Well, they all had to be initially interviewed in person, which required that they strip completely at some point and then perform some mild sex act to prove they were ready for Thornbush (stroking or licking the male interviewer's penis, usually.)
Their final entrance exam had the girls all stripped nude in front of the whole board. During that exam, a lucky professor thoroughly examined the young girl's body, commenting on her sexual responsiveness, before inserting his penis full in to confirm that she was not a virgin.
A door opened somewhere and, if Dean was a bear of a man, this was a lion! A massively built bearded man with reddish hair and beard prematurely streaked with gray.
"Professor Rogers!" he boomed out in a voice that was richly Scottish. His handshake was firm but not overly so. I sensed that this was how he was with the girls he trained: firm, but not scary-firm. I liked him immediately.
"We've all heard so much about you, young man-- only two years as a girl-handler but you've already gone so far!" McClean enthused. He looked behind me and raised his brows. "And look at the pretty present ye brought me: little Miss Maggie, not only already nude for me but also leashed an' collared. What a sight for the old boy!"
He patted his groin which was quite reachable as apparently all he was wearing was a short silk robe.
"Well now; I've got a total of five young an' lovely ladies ready an' waitin' for their cunnies to be stretched by some'un who's hard an' willin'. So: I'm thinkin' of startin' with Miss Maggie here as my shinin' example for ya. Then you'll do a curvy little Miss Emily to get you warmed up before you end yer set with Miss Andie. An' I'll do the other two."
McClean got close and whispered: "Andie gurl can't even say your name without wettin' her knickers-- she has got it bad!"
McLean gestured to Maggie. "Come over here, gurl, and let me take a good long look at you!" He plopped himself down on the nearest mattress and his robe plopped open as well. I don't make it a habit to look but: my God! He already had a massive erection and his thick, knobby member had to already measure close to nine inches.
"Ach, an' it looks as though I might as well lose the silly robe. Looks like my little secret is already out." He dropped the robe on the mattress behind him and just sat back, unabashedly naked and hard.
"Oh, Professor Rogers! Seein' as you're the only one here with their clothes still on, why don't you strip off too." He nodded toward Maggie who was shyly standing in front if him. "Might make the nekkid gurl feel more t' home."
Sigh. I knew I had no choice. They both stared at me as I stripped, Maggie biting her lip, McLean going "ahhhh!" when my own eight inches sprang out. I was leaning against the raised stage area and put all my clothes behind me.
Once I was appropriately naked, I was totally ignored. McLean rightly focused on the shyly nude eighteen-year-old "gurl." "Ach, an' look at you: three weeks since I did ya last an' you're an even sexier, more grown-up woman now."
He looked at her hands, loosely covering her crotch. "But what do we have to do to loosen ya up? Tickle your tum?"
Maggie slowly dropped her hands to her sides. "Maybe there's something else I'd like you to tickle." She suddenly blushed furiously and looked down.
Maggie had long, dark red hair, pale skin delightfully sprinkled with freckles, and 32Ds that had the most enticingly unusual poky and suckable brown nipples and areola. She was a sight to behold.
"My goodness! What's become of that shy little gurl who wouldn't even take her robe off for me?! Let's have a look." McClean pulled her naked little body closer by placing his big hands on her thighs, just below her rear cheeks.
"Oh my," he exclaimed. "Some bad little girl is sticking her tongue out at me!" He fingered her clit. "And it's a wet tongue." He licked her. "An' it's tasty too!"
By now Maggie was squirming and giggling hysterically. With both of them redheads, it was almost like watching a lovable grandpa teasing his granddaughter-- except that the girl was eighteen and totally naked-- and gramps was teasing the girl's hardening clitoris.
