Volunteering at Dilworth Private School for Girls

By Burning Tiger

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Dilworth Private School for Girls came into view. It had been built over a hundred years ago in one of Sydney’s wealthiest and leafiest suburbs. A school for the daughters of the country’s rich and well connected. I’d never been here before, and I hoped I’d never have to come back. This was going to be the worst day of my life, for sure. I could feel the fear deep in my bones, and my body trembled with the trepidation of what was to come.

The car’s clock said 12:44pm; still lunchtime as Ms. Martin turned into the school’s imposing entranceway. It was late summer in Australia, and hundreds of girls were outside on the green fields and seated around outdoor tables.

Dilworth accepted students for grades 6 – 12. The junior girls were easily distinguishable in their bluey-green tartan summer dresses with short, wide ties. The seniors wore dark-blue dresses with white blouses and longer, thinner ties. But none of the girls wore their blazers today – not in the heat of an Australian summer.

We drove up to the school office and parked in the visitors’ area. Ms. Martin kept the car running with the air conditioning on. We’d driven from St. Stephen’s in silence, but now she turned to me. “Are you okay?”

I didn’t answer, because I wasn’t okay.

Ms. Martin was the school counselor at St. Stephen’s Private School for Boys – my school. She’d agreed to drive me to my appointment at Dilworth today; my appointment from hell. Ms. Martin was quite young for a school counsellor – about 26, and attractive with a nice rack – we guessed a D-cup. She was a regular topic of conversation amongst the boys at St. Stephen’s.

I said, “This is total bullshit, and you know it.”

“Daniel, you only have yourself to blame.”

I turned to her. “What, exactly will I have to do today?”

Ms. Martin hesitated, like she was embarrassed. She couldn’t hold my eyes and looked away. “All I know is that this new program is called an advanced, interactive health class. It’s a new initiative, and you’re a volunteer. And as you know, this directive comes from the government – from the very top.”

“I’m a volunteer? Yeah, right.” I spat the words out.

“You put the principal’s son in hospital, remember? And she’s out for your blood, big time. And you’re about to meet her again.”

“Her son is a total jerk. He started the fight; I finished it.”

“Principal Tate is a powerful and well connected woman, and you have a choice today Daniel – you either submit now and volunteer for this class, or lose your scholarship and be expelled from St. Stephen’s. That’s it.” Ms. Martin turned to me again. “Life isn’t fair. You’d better get used to it.”

Life isn’t fair. That’s what my father often said. And he thought women had way too much power and influence in our society now. “Feminism has gone too far in Australia,” he often said. “I mean, The Prime Minister, Minister of Health, Minister of Education, Defence, Police and most other government departments are all controlled and dominated by women!” Dad hated it, and he distrusted feminism. He said the feminists didn’t want equality with men; they wanted power and control over them. But he said there was nothing we could do. It was just the way the world was going.

I turned back to Ms. Martin. “So this class is for one hour?”

“From one till two. I’ll meet you at the office when it’s over.”

“And how many girls in the class?”

“About 16.”

“What grade?”

Ms. Martin thought for a moment. “They’ll be juniors – 13 year olds, mostly.”

I thought, Jesus, this is going to be a fucking nightmare. But I said nothing.

“Exactly how old are you now, Daniel?”

“15 and ten months.”

“Shame – another two months and you’d be 16 and not eligible to volunteer.”

“I didn’t volunteer.”

She reached over and slapped me on the shoulder. “You’ll be fine. It’s only one hour out of your life.”

“That’s easy for you to say; you won’t be on display.”

“You’re a good looking boy, Daniel. Girls like you. Trust me – I’m a girl, and I know about these things.” Ms. Martin let out a little chuckle.

I turned to her. “What?”

“Nothing really. But the word is your appearance today has caused quite a stir.”

“Like how?”

“Girls from different classes have begged to attend. And some seniors have complained that this program wasn’t around when they were younger.”

I said nothing. This was going to be a nightmare; no doubt about it.

“Come on,” Ms. Martin said. “Let’s go.”

“Just tell me the truth; will I have to take my clothes off – yes or no?”

Ms. Martin hesitated again, but this time she held my eyes. “It’s an advanced, interactive health class for girls – and you’re the only boy invited. You work it out.”

We stepped out into the heat and walked up the steps. My blazer felt hot and heavy, but Ms. Martin had told me to leave it on. I glanced up to see some junior girls waving at a window on the second floor, like they were expecting me. We signed the visitors’ book and were taken to Principal Tate’s office. The Bitch was waiting for us behind a large desk. I’d met her last month at St. Stephen’s after I’d smashed over her son and put him in the hospital. Everyone told her that her son had started the fight, but she refused to believe it.

“Thank you for volunteering today Daniel,” she said, her voice heavy with sarcasm. “We’ve had trouble getting boys to cooperative since this new program was developed by the Ministry.”

I thought, Yeah right. You mean not one boy has cooperated. Initially, they had called for volunteers; for boys willing to attend girls’ health classes for educational purposes. But the law required that the boys be under 16, so they’d asked for 14 and 15 year olds. But not one boy had volunteered in the whole country. Zero. So the feminists had tried to force some bad boys in detention centers to participate. But that had worked out badly, apparently.

The Bitch kept talking. “The government is very interested in how this goes today. The girls will be filling out feedback forms which I will provide to the Minister of Education. And I’ll be taking the class myself, Daniel. So I trust you’ll be on your best behaviour, and do as you’re instructed.”

I said nothing. Ms. Martin nudged me. “Yes, Mrs. Tate.”

“I’d hate to see you expelled from St. Stephen’s, Daniel, and lose your scholarship.” She stared at me with evil eyes. “Your parents would be devastated, and I doubt they can afford to pay private school tuition fees. Am I right?”

I remained silent. The Bitch had me by the balls.

“Am I right?”

“Yes, Mrs. Tate. That’s right.”

“So – there’s a lot riding on your performance today.”

I hesitated again. The bitch waited for my response.

“Yes, Mrs. Tate.”

“Please wait outside while I talk to Ms. Martin.”

I left the office and stood in the hallway. My body trembled a little more. I couldn’t believe this was happening to me, but I had three things in my favour: (1) in my blazer pocket was a half-pint of vodka a friend had taken from his father’s liquor cabinet; (2) I wore an unusual brass ring on my left hand that another friend had given me; (3) my package was above average size. I knew this from comments over the years.

“Daniel is well endowed”, I’d heard adults say from an early age. And various boys in locker rooms had made comments about me. And the three girlfriends I’d had so far had all liked my cock. They’d been fascinated by it. And at my sister Haley’s eleventh birthday party last year, I’d had more confirmation. There were about fifteen girls at the party, and our 19 year old cousin Oliver was also there. He’d decided to play a magic trick and had gathered the girls in the outdoor area by the pool. As part of the trick, he asked me to hold a tray of glasses and stand in front of the girls. Then he’d pulled down my swim shorts. The eleven year old girls had shrieked and laughed at the sight of my cock and balls. At the time I was embarrassed and humiliated, but I knew the girls were excited to see me naked. I heard them talking about my big package later in the evening.

Approaching footsteps made me turn around. Four girls walked right up to me in the hallway. They looked like the same girls I’d seen in the second-floor window. They wore the bluey-green tartan dresses of the juniors, with white socks and black shoes. Their medium length dresses hung just above the knees.

“You’re Daniel, right?” The words came from the mouth of one of the prettiest girls I’d ever seen. She seemed familiar somehow, but I couldn’t place her.

“Yeah,” I said. “That’s me.”

“So you’re volunteering today – for our health class?”

I didn’t answer, and my heart started thumping. So – these four girls were juniors; 13 year olds, and they were in the health class. They’d been waiting at the upper window for my arrival. The girl looked to me for an answer. She had flawless light-olive skin with long dark hair tied up in a ponytail. Her big brown eyes were mesmerizing.

“Well, I don’t know about volunteering,” I said. “But yeah, I’m attending the class.”

Another of the girls giggled. She had dark-blonde hair in platted pigtails and was very pretty – almost as stunning as the first girl. I checked out the other two – both pretty as well. I guessed these girls were the alpha females of the juniors. And the stunner with the ponytail was the leader.

“We’ve met before,” Ponytail said. “Last year at Metro Skate Park. You pushed me off my bike.”

Yes – the skate park. Now I remembered. “Oh yeah,” I said. “Sorry about that.”

“And I know your sister, Haley. We go to the same dance studio in the city.”

I said nothing. This was bad news. My younger sister would find out about today – for sure. Girls love to talk.

One of the other girls stepped around and linked arms with Ponytail. “So, Dan, we’re just curious to know what exactly you’ll be doing in our class today.”

I hesitated. The little bitch knew what would be happening. They all knew. The dark-blond giggled again, then they all laughed together. But I didn’t laugh. I just stood there.

A few seconds passed. “Well, I’m not really sure,” I said. “Whatever Principal Tate tells me to do, I guess.”

A bell rang. The five minute warning bell. “We’d better get going,” Ponytail said. She had a beautiful smile. “We don’t want to be late. See you in the class.”

The four girls marched off in their tartan dresses and white socks. The dark-blonde turned and shouted, “Sophie thinks you’re hot!”

The stunner with the ponytail shrieked and whacked dark-blonde’s shoulder. So – Ponytail’s name must be Sophie. The girls disappeared through a doorway, and my body trembled some more.

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         My feet followed Principal Tate up a wide stairwell to a second floor. More than five minutes had passed since the bell, and the hallways were deserted. My stomach tensed, and I felt like a condemned man walking to his execution. My head spun because earlier I’d snuck to the bathroom and downed half the vodka. Principal Tate opened a classroom door and stepped in, and I followed. The room was hot and loud with 13 year old junior girls talking and laughing, but it quickly fell silent. Dead silent. The door was at the back of the class, and I followed Tate to the front. The girls all turned. Their eyes locked onto me. The room had a strange feeling, like something I’d never felt before: it was the excitement and expectation of built-up sexual tension. I wanted to turn around and leave this place, but I stayed.

I stood in front of the class with Tate. I’d been too nervous to eat anything all day, and the heat of the room combined with the vodka made me dizzy. My body trembled some more. “This is Daniel everyone,” Tate announced. “He’s volunteered to assist with the class today, so please give him a warm welcome.”

The girls all clapped. Some of them cheered. They were all definitely excited. The whole thing felt weird to me, like I’d arrived on another planet. I counted 16 desks in the small classroom. Sixteen girls, like Ms. Martin had guessed. Sixteen girls all dressed the same in bluey-green dresses with short, wide ties, white socks and black shoes. Sophie and her three alpha friends sat at the four front desks – the desks with the best view. Sophie was at the desk to my right. The teacher’s desk was behind me to my left. There was a smart-board behind me with white boards on either side.

“The air conditioning is still broken,” Principal Tate said. “So make sure all the windows are wide open.” Two ceiling fans spun overhead on high speed.

“How old are you?” one of the girls asked.

“Fifteen,” I said. “Sixteen in April.”

“Take a seat Daniel,” Tate said. She pointed to a small wooden stool in the corner across from the teacher’s desk. I took of my blazer and sat down on the tiny stool. I guessed Tate had chosen the stool on purpose, so I’d look like a naughty boy sitting in the corner. The classroom desks were a simple design with no front. Sophie sat opposite me about five feet away, and I could see right up her dress. Her legs were a little apart and I had a perfect view of her smooth brown thighs, but I couldn’t quite see her panties. I glanced up to her beautiful face. Her powerful brown eyes were already on mine. They sent a shot of electricity through my spine. She gave me a knowing little smile that said, I know where you’ve just been looking. I couldn’t hold her eyes and turned away.

A teacher opened the classroom door at the back and gestured for Principal Tate to come out to the hallway. I turned to Sophie again, because she was holding up piece of paper. She’d written a message with a black magic marker: Can you read them?

I shrugged and mouthed, Read what?

Sophie pointed to her desk. She spread her legs wide and pulled her dress up. I leaned forward so I could see better. The top of her white panties had the words: Restricted Area! No Entry! Below the words were a row of arrows pointing down. And below the arrows were diagonal red lines.

Blood surged to my cock as I gave her a smile and a thumbs-up. Sophie rewarded me another big smile with perfect white teeth. This young girl was gorgeous – and dangerous.

The brass ring on my left finger came from a friend. It had a short spike that would inflict damage in a fight. I turned the ring so the spike was facing backwards and squeezed my hand. The spike dug into my flesh. Pain was the only weapon I had to prevent erections. Maybe it would work, but maybe it wouldn’t. Time would tell.

The door opened again and unbelievably, more junior girls entered the classroom. They carried their own chairs. “Ms. Burke’s class is joining us,” Principal Tate said. “You’ll have to make some room.”

Thirty seconds later there was another girl sitting to the side of each desk. Thirty-two girls now. The heat and sexual tension in the small classroom had just doubled.

Principal Tate began talking about the new interactive health class that I was a part of. She handed out feedback forms for the girls to fill out afterwards. She said there would be two videos: one on human anatomy; the other on human reproduction. Five minutes later the black electric curtains were drawn and the first video played. It went for about 15 minutes. I sat in the half-light with my eyes closed, and tried not to listen. Then the video ended and the curtains drew back. Summer sunlight flooded the classroom again and made me blink.

Principal Tate turned to me. I prayed she wouldn’t ask me anything. But then she did. “Okay Daniel, you’re up next.” She gestured for me to get up. “You can remove your clothes and stand up here in front of the class.”

They were only a few words, but they ratcheted up the tension in the hot, stuffy room by a factor of ten. The 32 girls remained dead quiet. I shut my eyes and thought back to when I’d first received the scholarship. My parents were so proud. And so far I’d done well at St. Stephen’s. I was expected to gain entry to one of the best universities.

I said, “Here?”

“Yes Daniel. Quick as you can. We don’t have much time.”

I couldn’t be expelled from St. Stephens, so I stood up and faced the room. Thirty two pairs of eyes were locked onto me. The only sound in the room was the swish of the ceiling fans. I turned and began removing my clothes. The girls’ collective eyes felt intense on my back as I removed my tie, white shirt, shoes and trousers. I left my boxer shorts and socks on.

“Come on, come on,” Tate said. “Over here please.”

I’d been squeezing the brass ring spike into my flesh of my left hand as much and as hard as possible. It hurt like hell, but so far it had worked, and my cock had stayed soft. Principal Tate seemed disappointed. I knew her aim was to embarrass and humiliate me.

“This interactive class has been designed by the government for maximum education,” Tate said. “So don’t be shy girls and feel free to participate.” Tate raised her hand and gestured. “Now I want you to all come forward as close as you can.” The girls hesitated. “Come on, come on. All of you up front – now.”

The four girls at the two nearest desks remained seated. But all the others moved forward and formed a solid semi-circle around me. Some girls knelt down in front. Sophie sat on the edge of one of the desks. She had an excellent view. I closed my eyes and put my hands behind my back. I squeezed the ring spike and felt the pain.

Tate stood next to me. “You can leave your socks on Daniel, but let’s lose the boxers.”

I knew I had no choice, but still, I hesitated. My body trembled like crazy. My head felt dizzy from the vodka. I opened my eyes. A solid wall of 13 year old schoolgirls in bluey-green tartan dresses stared at me. The closest girls were less than five feet away.

I couldn’t do it, and just stood there, frozen in the heat. So Principal Tate pulled my boxers down to my knees. There was a collective intake of breath. Some of the girls put their hands to their faces in shock, but they didn’t cover their eyes. They knew they had permission to ogle my cock and balls to their hearts content.

We’d learned about penises at school, and I knew that some guys were showers, and some were growers. I was a shower, and my limp, uncircumcised dick hung down long and fat. I was still fifteen and my body had some growing to do, but I wondered if my penis was already fully grown.

Tate had a wooden ruler and began talking about my organs. The Bitch used the ruler to lift up my dick up to clearly show off my testicles. I glanced at Sophie to see her big brown eyes staring intently at my package, like the 31 other girls. Tate made me pull back my foreskin to expose the head of my penis for the girls’ education. Somehow I still managed to stay soft. The vodka and the ring spike were my saviors.

And then it was over. Tate told us all to take our seats. I pulled my boxers back up and found the stool again. Sophie gave me beautiful smile to say, I really liked seeing you naked. Principal Tate drew then the curtains again, and the second video played.

And then something unexpected happened. Sophie removed her panties. The black curtains were drawn but I could still see in the darkened room. I watched in dread as she reached down and picked her panties up off the floor.

The brass ring was no use and five seconds later, my cock was fully hard. I tried to think about something else, like baseball, but my mind became obsessed with what I would see underneath Sophie’s desk.

I spun around and found the vodka in my blazer pocket. I drained the remaining half of the bottle and instantly felt my head spinning.

The educational video kept playing. The man’s penis was erect. The man was entering the woman and ejaculating his sperm inside her vagina.

Five minutes later, the video ended and the curtains drew back. My cock was as hard as bone. Achingly hard. It throbbed inside my boxers. It was impossible to hide. Sophie noticed the bulge instantly. So did some other girls.

Principal Tate began talking about contraception and condoms as more and more girls became aware of my erection. I glanced under Sophie’s desk. She saw me and pulled her dress up again. But she didn’t open her legs – not yet. I looked away and down at the floor. Jesus, this was torture.

My father believed that girls needed to be controlled more, not liberated and empowered. “A girl’s sexuality is a potent force,” I’d heard him say. “It needs to be contained, like in the old days. We’re giving girls too much sexual power. We’re letting the genie out of the bottle.”

It was impossible not to look, and my head turned slowly upwards, as if drawn by a magnet. My eyes went to her black shoes, white socks, knees, and then along her smooth, brown inner thighs. And then, all the way up. There was fresh grass on the field; a nice little black bush. I glanced up to her eyes. She gave me a half-smile then spread her legs wide, so that when I looked down again, the sweet slit of her sex was on full display, right there, just for me: Restricted Area! No Entry! My eyes flicked up to hers again. Sophie didn’t smile this time, but her face told me that she wanted me to look. My eyes dropped back down to between her legs, and I stared some more.

I felt a hand on my arm. Principal Tate pulled me over to the front of the class again. There was no hiding the bulge of my erection. Some girls laughed nervously. Some covered their faces.

Others just stared in disbelief.

The Bitch called all the girls to gather around again, and this time they didn’t hesitate. Soon the wall of bluey-green tartan dresses was in front of me again. They all stared at my bulge with expressions of wonder, anticipation and nervousness.

“Usually we use wooden penises for condom training,” Tate said. “But the beauty of this new, interactive class is that we now have the real thing to practise with.”

My head felt lighter and dizzier from the extra vodka. Tate ordered me to remove my boxers again. But I just stood there like a statue. I knew the bitch would remove them anyway. Tate paused for effect. She let the tension build-up in the small classroom. About ten seconds went by before she yanked on them. The boxers pulled my erection downwards before it was released and sprang out. Then it stood up, straight and proud, oblivious to my embarrassment. One girl said, “Oh my god,” and there were expressions and murmurings of shock and disbelief in the group. Half the girls put their hands over their mouths and noses. But not their eyes.

I knew that guys’ erections came in all different angles, and I’d used a protractor to measure mine in my bedroom. It pointed up at a 55 degree angle when fully hard, which I thought was a good angle. It was exactly six inches long, and straight and thick.

Tate used the wooden ruler again. “As you all should know, the erect penis has only one purpose.” She pointed at my balls. “A boys testicles produce sperm 24/7, and an erection is used for delivering that sperm inside a girl’s vagina.”

I glanced to Sophie as she sat on the edge of the desk again, her mouth slightly open. Her brown eyes were solidly focussed on my erect penis. The sweet young girl really did have a pretty face. I wondered if she had some Italian blood running in her veins. Sophie suddenly glanced up to me, and her big eyes met mine again. They sent electricity shooting through my spine. We locked eyes for a couple of seconds. She smiled, then slowly lowered her gaze to my erection again, like she wanted me to witness her enjoyment. Unbeknownst to the rest of the class, the two of us shared a little secret; she’d just spread her legs for me, and this was her reward.

“Okay girls,” Tate said. “You saw the demonstration on the video.” She held out a silver packet. “This is how you keep boys’ sperm from entering your vaginas.” She looked around the group. “I need a couple of volunteers to fit a condom. Who wants to go first?”

Silence. It went on for a few seconds.

“Come on girls,” Tate said. “Daniel has kindly volunteered, so I expect you all to participate.

More silence.

“Sophie.” Principal Tate held out the packet to the prettiest girl in the room. “You just volunteered. Come up here please.”

I wondered if Tate knew that Sophie and I had a thing going, but I couldn’t be sure. I began pressing the brass spike into my hand again. I didn’t want to blow my load and embarrass myself. I didn’t want to lose any more control. I’d lost enough already.

Sophie took the silver packet and stood next to me with a big smile on her face, like she was on a game show. She tore the packet open, took out the condom and held it up for the other girls to see.

“Remember to squeeze the tip when you roll it on,” Tate said. “This creates an air gap for the ejaculate to collect.”

Sophie dropped to her knees. Her pretty young face was about a foot away from my cock. She went to place the condom, but looked up to Principal Tate. “It’s dribbling.”

Tate took a box of tissues from the teacher’s desk and held them out to Sophie. She explained to the girls that pre-cum is a natural lubricant produced by the erect penis.

Sophie dabbed and dried the head and shaft of my cock with the tissues. She placed the condom again and tried to roll it over the head. She giggled and looked to Tate. “It won’t go over.”

“Yes it will,” Tate said. “Just push harder.”

After a few more tries, the condom rolled over my head and down my shaft. Sophie made a big deal of getting it rolled down all the way to my balls. I looked around at the other 31 girls. They were all watching the demonstration with expressions of fascination and wonder.

“Well done,” Tate said. “Now take it off and someone else can try.”

Sophie unrolled the condom and stood up. She looked pleased with herself.

“Who’s next?” Tate asked.

Silence.

“Maddie wants to try,” Sophie said.

Maddie shrieked. “No way!”

Maddie was one of the four alpha girls. The one with the dark-blond platted pig tails. She protested some more, but was soon laughing and rolling a condom onto my penis. When she was finished, Principal Tate checked the time. “We only have five minutes left girls. Please take your seats.

The ceiling fans still spun overhead in the heat. And the half-pint of vodka still pumped through my veins and made me feel dizzy and half-drunk. My body swayed as I stood at the front of the class.

“Any questions?” Principal Tate asked.

Some of the girls at the back were whispering to each other. “If you have something to say,”

Tate said. “Then let’s hear it.”

A girl at the back raised a tentative hand. “Can we touch it?” There was some more nervous laughter in the room.

“This is an interactive class” Tate said. “I’m sure that would be okay with our volunteer.”

The girls began whispering again, then three of them left their desks and walked up to the front. They whispered with Tate over by the teacher’s desk, but I couldn’t hear the words.

I turned and watched Tate step over and pick up my white shirt. “Some of the girls are a bit shy, Daniel. So I’m just going to blindfold you, okay? It’ll only be for a few minutes.”

I thought, Do I have a choice?

The Bitch stood behind me and wrapped my rolled up shirt around my eyes. My world went black. She used the sleeves to tie it around the back of my head.

“Form a line girls, if you wish to participate. You have five seconds each, and no longer – we don’t have much time.”

Hands and fingers began feeling me. Some girls lightly stroked my shaft, while others fully grabbed my erection and jerked it. Sometimes the fingers would examine my balls.

I had to squeeze the ring spike non-stop to keep from blowing my load. My head began spinning and I started to float around the room. It felt weird, like I was on another planet again. And the room was so hot. I needed a drink of water. From my remote viewing, I could somehow see myself standing there at the front of the class: my white shirt tied around my eyes; my boxers at my knees; my cock fully hard and pointing up at 55 degrees. Bluey-green tartan uniforms formed a line in the centre of the room – each girl impatiently waiting her turn. The fingers kept on coming – feeling and stroking my erection; cupping and fondling my balls.

The party had better stop soon, or I would orgasm, for sure. Somehow I knew that Sophie would be at the back of the line; the last girl to touch me.

Time seemed to stand still, and I tried to guess how many girls had touched me so far – it seemed like hundreds. Somewhere in the distance I heard girls talking. It sounded like Maddie, the pretty girl with the platted blonde pigtails. Yes – the alpha girls had lined up last – I just knew it. They were more assertive and confident than the other girls, and I could hear them as they stood in front of me, casually discussing and touching my erection. A finger rubbed pre-cum around my penis head, and then I heard a faint scream, as if the girl had held up her finger to another girl’s mouth. A hand began jerking my shaft and I thought it might be Maddie, but then it stopped, just before my orgasm’s point of no return. My balls felt like they were going to explode. I hadn’t ejaculated for about five days; I’d been too worried about this class. Something strange was placed along my shaft, but then I guessed what it was: the wooden ruler. The alpha girls were measuring my length. I heard someone say, “Six inches.”

And then someone stood close on my right side. Fingers touched my arm behind my back, and a sweet voice whispered in my ear, “It’s Sophie – I’m the last one.” She wanted me to know that it was her hand feeling me now. She cupped my balls with her right hand and massaged them for what seemed like ages. Her fingers carefully felt and examined each testicle. I imagined that most of the other girls were back at their seats, silently watching. Then Sophie’s hand moved up to my erection. She had a firm grip and began to stroke up and down, and that was it: I’d reached the point of no return. A strange sound echoed in the distance. It took me a moment to realize what it was: the school bell.

I grabbed Sophie’s hand with mine and held it to my shaft. I only jerked twice before my cock erupted. From my remote viewing I saw the jets of semen shooting out, heavy and thick, before they fell and splashed on the floor. I had five days of built-up semen, and there was a lot to come out. I heard someone shout out and groan, and realized it was me. My body convulsed as my orgasm went on and on, but then it finished and I stopped jerking. My whole body trembled. My chest heaved as I sucked down the stuffy classroom air.

“Thank you girls,” The Bitch said. “The class is over, and don’t forget to fill out the feedback forms and return them to me directly.”

My left hand pulled off my blindfold. The girls’ hadn’t moved from their seats. They all just sat in silence with stunned expressions on their faces. They stared at my cock, and my semen on the floor that they’d just watched spurting out.

I looked down. There was cum on Sophie’s right hand which still gripped my shaft. I released my hand from hers. She walked over to a sink in the corner. She turned on the tap.

Principal Tate clapped her hands. “Let’s go girls. Class is over.”

The girls began to leave. Tate placed a wastebasket on the floor and handed me some paper towels. “You can clean up your mess. And be quick about it.”

I went to pull up my boxers.

“Leave those down please.”

“But Mrs. Tate …”

“I said leave them down. You can get dressed later.”

What a fucking bitch. I got down on my hands and knees and began soaking up my cum with the paper towels. My head was still spinning and I needed some water. I heard some laughter behind me. “Check out those big balls.” I recognized Maddie’s voice. I turned my head to see the four alpha girls leaning down behind me. My balls were hanging down between my legs. They had an excellent view.

Principal Tate spoke to the alphas. They were the last four girls in the class. “Come on girls. Let’s go. The class is over.”

I finished my cleaning and stood up again. “Mrs. Tate – it’s 2 o’clock and Ms. Martin will be waiting for me at the office.”

The Bitch didn’t even look up from the teacher’s desk. “Ms. Martin has been delayed. She’ll be here at three.”

“But Mrs. Tate, I need to get dressed.”

“Just stay as you are, Daniel.”

I closed my eyes. This really was a fucking nightmare. My head spun. My body trembled.

When I opened my eyes the alpha girls were standing in front of me; their backpacks over their shoulders. “Thanks for volunteering Dan,” Maddie said. “This was the best class ever.” They all laughed together.

“Yeah,” another one said. “Thanks for coming.” This brought more laughter.

The four girls stared down at my penis. It was mostly deflated, and hung pointing at the floor.

Sophie stood right in front of me, about four feet away. She cross her arms and shifted her weight to one leg, the way girls do. She spoke to me like I was a naughty schoolboy. “Daniel, there is some cum dripping from your cock.” The other girls all laughed. Sophie had used the words cum and cock in a casual, familiar way that belied her young age. I heard my father’s words again. “A girl’s sexuality is a potent force. We’re giving girls too much sexual power these days. We’re letting the genie out of the bottle.”

Sophie smiled and raised a finger. “Don’t worry – I’ve got this.” She opened her backpack and took out her panties. She held them up. Restricted Area! No Entry! Sophie reached down and used them to soak up my dripping cum. And she used the inside of her panties – the area of cotton that would touch the sweet slit of her sex. Then she wrapped her panties around my dick and wiped up and down. I couldn’t control myself. Blood began flowing to my cock again. The four girls watched in wonder as my penis jerked with each pump of blood until it stood up at 55 degrees again, fully hard, six inches long, straight and thick. They couldn’t take their eyes off it. Maddie said, “Oh my god.” The girls all giggled and laughed.

Principal Tate could see what was going on but said nothing. Fucking Bitch. She was enjoying watching these young girls humiliate me.

Sophie wasn’t so sweet. She stepped back and looked me in the eyes, then down to my erection, and then up to my eyes again. She shook her head. “Seriously, you need to control that thing.”

This brought even more laughter, then Sophie reached down, stepped through her panties and pulled them up under her dress. The four alphas laughed some more as they walked towards the door, but Sophie had one more trick left. She lifted the back of her dress up to show me her cute butt. There were two words on the back of her white panties: Sexy Bitch.

They opened the door and waved goodbye to me. Then they shut the door, but to my horror, I’d seen a line-up of more junior girls outside.

“Mrs. Tate, can I go now? I’ve done what you asked.”

Tate walked down towards the door. “Not just yet Daniel.” She opened the door and said, “Come in girls. The class is about to start.”

Jesus, surely this nightmare wasn’t going to continue.

Sixteen new junior girls entered the classroom. They went to sit at the desks but shrieked at the sight of a naked 15 year old boy with a fully erect penis. And I was as hard as bone again; achingly hard.

Principal Tate explained that this was a new interactive health class. She told the girls to all take a seat, but still, they hesitated. Tate then ordered four girls to go to the front desks. The girls walked up and took their seats. They were all pretty, and I wondered if The Bitch had chosen them on purpose. They glanced at my erection in disbelief. Two of them covered their faces with their hands, but peaked through their fingers.

All the other girls all took their seats and the class began. Then the Bitch told them all to come forward, and soon there was a wall of bluey-green tartan dresses in front of me again. The heat from their eyes was intense on my erection.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. I’d have to wait until 3 o’clock for this nightmare to be over. Earlier in the car I’d asked Ms. Martin if I’d have to take my clothes off. “It’s an advanced interactive health class for girls,” she’d said. “And you’re the only boy invited. You work it out.”

(The End)