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The rest of the morning was unpredictably profitable. The boys actually involved themselves in a serious discussion about people, ambitions, motives. They were not used to be spoken to like that – as equals. No longer being spoken down to, there was no longer need to puff themselves up.
At lunchtime they ate in the canteen, quickly, (checking out the other boys and being something between amused and shocked by their affectionate behaviour towards each other), so they could spend as much time as possible in the games room.
At a few minutes before two, Michael looked in, glared, and shouted, “you boys into classroom 1 – quick. If you’re late you’ll be in for it from Miss Buff-Hopkins.”
“Cheeky little sod. Piss off, dic-khead! We’ll go when we’re good an’ ready!”
Nevertheless, as soon as he disappeared they made haste to the classroom – only to find Michael standing outside smirking.
“Little wanker. I’ll get him…”
They took their seats. They were all looking forward to see Yulya again. Even so they weren’t prepared for her appearance.
She had changed into one of her nurse’s outfits. She had found these always had a salutary effect on boys, and besides, given the topic for the afternoon it seemed somehow appropriate.
This was a nurse’s uniform with a difference. A short, figure-hugging, short-sleeved, low-cut tube dress…in black latex – with a red cross just below the bust; the latex thinning at the bust to allow her nipples to protrude. Black latex stockings. Black leather ankle-boots with a row of silver buckles. Elbow length black latex gloves.
There were muffled gasps of surprise. She could feel thirteen pairs of eyes riveted on her as she went to the blackboard, picked up the chalk, and wrote the word “MASTURBATION” in big letters across the top. She allowed herself a smile of satisfaction, which she wiped off her face as she turned to face the class. Yulya was something of an exhibitionist. The calm exterior she presented to the class was at odds with her internal excitement. Male attention always turned her on – that was why she loved to dress sexy - and having a dozen boys (figuratively speaking) drooling over her was about as good as it got. She revelled in her power, certain she could have them down on their knees licking her boots any time she wanted. She sauntered over to the desk and sat down on it, with one foot on a chair, giving the boys a flash of black latex panties. Several of the boys were thinking they would have given anything to have had their phones with them. But they were strictly forbidden in the classroom, and had to be handed in to Debbie at the beginning of the school day. Simon, the closest to her, bit his lip. He would have bit it harder if he had known that they were a pair of Yulya’s special panties, for those occasions she was feeling particularly aroused.
She launched straight in.
“Who has permanent girlfriend? Hands up. Who has girlfriend?”
The boys looked at each other sheepishly. Simon, feeling it inc-umbent on him to uphold the prestige of the group, hesitantly raised his hand.
“Simon. What her name?”
“Er…Sharon… But she ain’t like what you’d call permanent…”
“No – you bin out wiv ‘er once! An’ then she dumped you!” came a voice from the second row – at which everyone laughed.
“Well when did you ever go out wiv a girl?” retorted Simon.
“I did…”
“All right boys. So not much girlfriends about. So… There is paper and pen in desks. I need to know names. Please write name on paper and put on desk. When you speak, hold up paper so I will learn names.”
She stood up and walked up and down the aisles. The boys’ eyes followed her wherever she went. She observed their pink shorts out of the corner of her eye, noting the tell-tale bulges with a thrill of satisfaction. One or two were covering their tumescence with their hands. The slight movement inside her made her heart beat a little faster. She resumed her seat on the desk.
“It not easy being with girl at your age. Not easy for girl either. But worse for boy, because pen-is won’t behave, though he supposed to pretend it does. So he need masturbate. How he do this? Alone in room, hoping mother will not come in. Watching shit porn on computer. Not fun. And sex should be fun, right?”
The boys were beginning to sit up and take notice, though none was about to confess to masturbating.
“So, today we talk about masturbation for boys. How make it better. Write down how you think you like to make better. Then we read suggestions.”
“What? You want us…”
“Yes…hold up paper, please…yes, Oscar. You tell me what you like. No blushes, please.”
“You’re ‘avin’ a laugh, miss.”
“I no laugh…Dylan. Boys laugh when embarrass. Is it embarrass for you?”
“No…”
“Then start. You have ten minutes.”
She sat at the desk and pretended to write in the register. After ten minutes she stood up.
“Simon – collect papers please.”
He collected them up, shuffling them so none could be identified. The pink rubber was taut over his swollen pen-is. He handed them over and sat down.
“Thank you. Now we see… Hmm. Blank. Blank. “Show us your…” Okay. “suc-k my…” Right.” She flicked through the rest. One caught her attention. She read it out.
“I would like someone else to wank me off and talk dirty to me at the same time. Maybe Alexandra Taylor.”
Everyone laughed and cheered. “Who wrote that?” cried Oscar. But there was no reply.
“Who is this…Alexandra Taylor?”
“She’s a girl in the upper sixth at my school,” said a ginger-haired boy, holding up a paper with “Tyler” written on it.
“Okay. I won’t ask who else is from your school….”
“It’s Ben,” replied Tyler. “I know he fancies her.”
“Shut your mouth, idiot!”
“Ah. You are Ben, yes? Thank you. You are the only one with balls to write suggestion. And it is very good suggestion.”
Ben looked around proudly. The others sniggered, but felt they had wasted an opportunity.
“It is true. Much nicer to have someone else help. Ben? Would you come to the front, please?”
Ben hesitated, then stood up and nervously made his way to the front. Yulya seated herself on the desk facing the class.
“Come up and sit beside me, Ben.”
Again he hesitated, but she took his hand and pulled him towards her, and helped him onto the desk. Ben was blushing to his ears, especially when Yulya put her left arm around him and gave him a squeeze. He found his cheek pressed against her shoulder, and was unable to stop his gaze straying to her cleavage.
“Relax, Ben. You like this girl a lot, yes?”
Ben took a deep breath. “Yes. I do.” Cheers from the class.
“Do you think of her when…?”
“Yes.”
“Doing what you said?”
“Yes.”
“Are you thinking of her now?” she asked, glancing down at his bulging shorts.
He paused. “No.”
“No? Are you sure?”
“No. Yes. I’m sure.”
“But…”
“I’m thinking of you,” he blurted.
Gasps from the class.
“Me?”
“I’m thinking I would like you to do…what I said.”
Yulya looked into his face. He looked back, bravely but nervously.
“I would like you to do it now.”
Whoops from the boys. “Do it, miss! Please! Do what he wants.”
She realised her teasing had been even more effective than she had thought. She hesitated, but a ripple of excitement ran through her.
“Right here…?” she whispered.
“Right here. Please, miss,” he whispered back.
She hadn’t expected anything quite like this, but Ben looked desperate. That was her fault. She had caused the problem, so, she decided, it was up to her to provide the remedy.
“I have to unlock zip.”
Cheers from the spectators.
She picked up a the tiny key from the desk, and delicately unlocked and took off the little padlock. She placed it on the desk, and began to slide down the pull. It was only half way down when all at once Ben’s swollen coc-k burst forth and stood quivering in the air, the smooth tip glistening with his juices. As she undid the zip to the bottom, he groaned, and a flow of clear fluid sprang from it and dripped onto her glove. The room was hushed now, the boys gaping at the two figures on the desk. The atmosphere was electric.
“Boy at end – bolt door please.”
He did as he was bid.
Softly, she closed her fingers round the shaft. She could feel the heat through her gloves. Ben whimpered faintly, so she moved her left hand from his shoulder and placed it over his mouth. She began to slide the foreskin slowly back and forth, but never allowing it to slip back behind the neck, while she whispered sweet nothings in his right ear.
“Is good, Ben? Relax, I hold you tight. You very hot boy. Nice juicy coc-k – I like very much. Relax and enjoy, no hurry. I stop for a while, yes?”
Ben shook his head.
“All right. Is this what you like?”
He nodded urgently. His eyes were closed, he breathed deeply, inhaling the scene of the warm latex gloves under his nose. Yulya looked at the class. She had to smile. Everyone one of them was fixated on Ben, while at the same time the movement of their upper arms suggested they were kneading something vigorously under their desks! After a few minutes her glove became so slippery it was becoming difficult to keep a grip. And she kept having to stop, sensing that Ben was on the edge of orgasm. But the boys weren’t stopping, and for one of them in the front row of desks the climax came sooner than he expected. He gave a little cry, his eyes widened, and jolted into a shuddering orgasm, making his desk jerk and rattle. That was too much for his neighbours, who helplessly followed suit, and soon the whole class was convulsed, groaning and grunting and filling their shorts. Not wanting Ben to be left out, Yulya slid his foreskin back behind the hood, and rubbed her finger on the cleft. He stiffened, gasped, and exploded, sending spurts of c-um all over his fellow pupils – who were too distracted by their own ecstasy to protect themselves.
When the hubbub had died down, Ben was lying back, and most of the boys were collapsed on their desks, or trying to wipe Ben’s c-um out of their hair. Yulya slid off the table. She was trembling slightly, but she needed to keep her cool. She looked around, smiled, and addressed them.
“Good work, boys. It enough for today. Next time we move onto second stage – mutual masturbation. That means you help your friend and he help you. As Ben said, best way is if someone else do it for you.”
Even in their state of exhaustion a couple of the boys stared at her anxiously. Had they heard right?
“Homework is to practise masturbation and report. Any two boys who do mutual masturbation will get special treat. Okay. Tomorrow you may come in if you wish and use games room. Boy at back? Name, please?”
“Marcus, miss.”
“Can you come tomorrow?”
“Yes, miss.”
“Please come see me. I have special job for you.”
“Miss? What about our shorts?”
“Ah. I will give Miss Buffy key to unlock. She will be in her room. Thank you for participation. Good evening.”
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