"Was that nice, Charlotte?" He kissed her on the lips. She could taste herself upon them, the more so when she opened her mouth and they kissed as he had so recently taught her. She reached and held his penis, it felt so hard. Had she not seen it soft before, she really would have thought there was a bone inside it, she could, sort of, even feel one - or it felt like that. She stroked, pulling the loose skin, making the knob and shaft move around. On the back of her hand she felt a drop of liquid drip and land. She hadn't made him come had she? Charlotte looked, but there was no profusion of Mr. Randall's semen; even so, there was undoubtedly a drop of liquid on the back of her hand.
"See, Charlotte, how penises leak. Pregnancy is a risk even without sexual intercourse."
Charlotte could see his penis was wet just around its very crown. It was obvious where the drop of liquid had come from.
"Possibly just seminal fluid without spermatozoa but I would not bet on it. With your future boyfriends you must be careful. It is easy to get carried away in the pleasure of sex. Lust, Charlotte, lust!"
She knew, she would have accepted his penis when she was so worked up. "I thought you were about to..."
"I was, Charlotte, I certainly thought about it. I really wanted to... You looked so sexy. But, it is better not to hurry. Pleasure is all the sweeter if taken slowly, '...that sanguine expectation of happiness which is happiness itself.' You have read Jane Austen, Sense and Sensibility?"
Charlotte nodded, she liked Jane Austen. Mr. Darcy, Colonel Brandon, Mr. Knightley - she had been enchanted by the romances. Older men with young women, like she and Mr. Randall, only with him it was not really romance, but sex. She could not recall the quotation, but she would look it up in the school library the next day. She most certainly would.
The droplet was still on the back of her hand. The day before he had talked of releasing his semen into her mouth. Charlotte had been thinking about that, wondering about that. Much as she liked seeing it, his penis, all at once beginning to pulse with semen, she did wonder about feeling it doing that in her mouth. It would be warm, hot even from his balls; what would it taste like, what would its texture feel like; what would it be like to sit in Mr. Randall's lesson and know what she had done, and the other girls had not?
Charlotte licked at the drop and then quickly looked at Mr. Randall. He had been watching - he knew what she had done. The taste was salty. She smiled shyly and moved her head down towards his penis, staring at it as she got closer. Upon its tip was wetness. So good to be able to just touch her tongue to it, taste it before slowly taking the bulb into her mouth, letting her lips slowly widen as it went in. Once more, Charlotte had her teacher's penis in her mouth. It was a lovely thing to do. More and more slipped into her mouth, running between her lips.
And then she began to bob her head, up and down, thinking back to what Mr. Randall had been doing to her. He really had had his tongue in her - amazing. She wondered if perhaps she could suck him whilst he did that. She supposed if they lay on the bed, nose to tail so to speak, mouths at each other's geni-whatsits, it could be done. Yesterday Mr. Randall had warned her that once he started - once his penis was too excited - he could not stop. It excited her. With his tongue down there, he could not warn her. But he might not warn her now. Charlotte sucked a little more enthusiastically but then let the penis drop from her mouth,
"How long before you know you are going to, um, ejacu... how long do you have before it happens?"
Her earnest and interested face looked up at him. His penis freshly removed from her mouth.
"A few seconds, Charlotte, enough time to withdraw from a vagina - the withdrawal method of contraception. Risky for the reasons I gave you - a penis is wont to leak semen well before the proper ejaculation."
"But you know you're going to, um, ejac...?"
"There is a point of no return - certainly, Charlotte. Do you want me to tell you next time?"
"Please!" Again, it excited her in a way that puzzled her. The idea of a penis, not necessarily Mr. Randall's standing so strong and upright, peeled and shining, unable not to spurt. Just doing that thing. One moment standing 'proud,' a horn up in the air like a Rhino's horn, the next spurting its sexual stuff. Charlotte wondered if Helen would feel the same way.
"I shall, Charlotte, but first there is your condom practice. That's what you are here for this evening. Did you see the packet on the table? Go and fetch it; and take your shirt off. It will be good to see your sweet little breasts.
"I wish they were larger, sir."
Graham watched with pleasure, his penis lying up his stomach both hard and wet from the young girl's mouth, as Charlotte undid her tie and then the buttons of her shirt. As the material swung open he could see her white brassiere, holding her little breasts.
"They will be, Charlotte, don't hurry things along. They are just lovely as they are."
"But I do wish they were bigger, like my friend Helen's."
"Yes, she is already a big girl, I had noticed."
Did Mr. Randall look like that at all the girls? Did he notice things. He would notice a lot more if he supervised the girls in the showers after games or PE. Charlotte looked at him lying there, deliciously naked and erect. The girls would certainly like to see him like that in the showers with them. Yes, supervising them! Supervising them naked and with his erect organ. But she had him to herself.
"Touch them, Charlotte."
Did he like seeing her doing that?
He watched her play with her breasts and then followed her naked bottom with his eyes as she went through the door to get the packet of condoms. It was like sending a girl to fetch something from the stockroom for a lesson: only he would hardly have sent one of the girls - say that busty girl Helen whom Charlotte was so pally with - to get such an item; certainly not with a bare bottom and more. Lovely to see the girl return with packet in hand, her hips moving and that lovely triangle of developing curls. A virgin schoolgirl - for a few nights more!
The packet was unopened and there was little on the outside to quite explain quite what the contents consisted of - apart from the indication it contained three items. He doubted the sisters gave sex education classes, still less had some sort of practical for the girls to perform - that lovely idea of practising putting a condom on a banana - or a cucumber! And even less likely practice in putting the condom on with their mouths!
He lay there with his hands behind his head on the pillow, relaxed and aroused, watching the young schoolgirl sit back on the edge of the bed looking at the packet. What a delightful thing to be doing. He was enjoying his time at the school, enjoying the teaching, the keenness of the girls to learn and the ethos - and he was certainly enjoying his time with Charlotte. How good to relax in the evening with the young girl. Not that his penis was in any way relaxed - but the rest of his body was. It was pointing up towards him along his stomach as he watched the girl.
"Well, undo it then." He watched as Charlotte took off the cellophane and opened the box and pulled out one of the foil wrapped items inside.
"Now this barrier method of contraception is nice and simple and can be carried around with you, in your pocket or handbag. Perhaps a good idea, though possibly not in school. What would the sisters think if they found the packet in your drawer! It needs to be put on before there is any genital contact, so not a good idea to rub the man's penis up and down your wet cunny unsheathed, however much you might like to." He watched the movement of Charlotte's thighs and it was quite clear she liked that idea. "Now tear and open, but mind your nails. Sharp nails could cause a tear. It is very thin latex. Remarkably stretchy but all rather pointless if there is a tear allowing semen to escape and go swimming where it is not wanted. And swim it will do!"
