Chapter 9: Tackle Dummy

As he made his way, rather blearily, to his first class, Anne called him into her office.

"Hard night?" she asked with a grin.

"You could say that," he replied sheepishly.

"Adam, you remember when we talked I said I wanted you to act a as a sort of mentor for the girls?" He nodded. "I think it's time we moved on that and I would like to start this afternoon."

For once a ready retort failed him. "Oh?"

"I believe you have some free time after lunch?"

"Yes, until 2:30."

"Good. Would you come to the training room on the first floor, then, immediately after lunch."

"Okay. May I ask why?"

"You're about to fulfil the rest of your contract," she laughed. "And be a tackle dummy. I'll fill you in this afternoon."

He left feeling both puzzled and intrigued.

He was making his coffee at break when Jacqueline sidled casually up to him.

"You're a complete bastard, you know," she announced.

He tried not to look startled. "Am I?"

"You are. I'm so sore all over I can hardly move."

He grinned. "You did ask for it. I'm a bit of a wreck myself, this morning."

"Serves you right." She touched his arm. "I just wanted you to know that last night was one of the best in my life. Next time it'll be my turn."

He looked down at her sensual face. The idea of submitting to this hot, passionate woman caused a small shiver of excitement to run through him.

"I don't know if that was a threat or a promise. But I think I might take you up on it. But not right now as I've been summonsed by Anne."

"Give her hell," she murmured as she collected her cup and moved away.

"Give me hell more like it," he muttered to himself.

Anne was already in the training room. She had shed her business suit and was dressed in a pale blue watered silk robe, sheer black stockings and 5-inch stilettos.

"After what I heard about last night, this could be fun," she said.

Adam flushed. He was not feeling at his best. "What do you want me to do," he asked a trifle petulantly.

"Don't be like that. It might actually be an advantage that you're not feeling your usual self," she said briskly. "As you can imagine, sex education plays quite a large part in our curriculum. We teach the girls about every aspect of sex - from basic anatomy to pornography. In the first year we take it a bit easy - we want the girls to become aware of their sexuality and be comfortable with it. One strand is the human body as a sexual object - obvious things like what the clitoris is and how it gives pleasure. You with me? Now it's obviously fairly easy to discover female anatomy - a voyage of self discovery, you might say. But male anatomy is a bit more difficult." She gave a short laugh.

Adam was beginning to see where she was leading. "And I am to be the a model of the male anatomy?"

"Indeed. Pictures and videos are one thing - but having a real, living, breathing male to look at and to touch is very different. They need to be comfortable around men - familiar with their bodies; understand how they tick, sexually; know what turns them on and what doesn't; know how to read the signals. So, this afternoon, I want you to be a model - a model they can touch and feel - and they will be touching and feeling, I can assure you. You're going to be a sex object. I'll be asking for comments and pointers along the way. Oh, and don't cum until I tell you. Okay?"

Adam smiled ruefully. "Okay. I suppose it's just as well I'm not 100%, isn't it?"

Anne gave a tinkling laugh. "Indeed. It saved me the job of ensuring you could last the distance," she teased. "There's a robe and a pouch behind that screen. Please change and wait till I call you."

Behind the screen he found a dark blue robe with a dragon motif and a posing pouch. He felt strange and surprisingly nervous stripping off in a classroom. He had only just got the pouch adjusted when he heard the door open, the clatter of shoes on the floor and the chatter of nervous schoolgirl voices. There were rustling sounds as if clothes were being removed then Anne called the girls to order.

"This afternoon," said Anne, when she had their attention, "we are going to do something slightly different. So far we have studied both male and female anatomy and I trust you now have at least some basic knowledge of how male and female sexual organs work. In case you haven't, there will be an exam at the end of term." This was greeted with groans. "This class is no different from any other. All subjects are tested, you know that.

"We have also discussed what are known as the secondary sexual characteristics and I have been encouraging you to explore your own sexual awareness. However, male sexuality is another matter. It's rather difficult to study men without having one present. I don't suppose one of you has one hidden under the bed?" There was a dutiful titter from the class. "It so happens that we do have a man in the school who will assist our explorations. Mr Hazel, please?"

Taking his cue, Adam stepped from behind the screen. The girls gasped as he stepped into view. Several of them blushed or blanched and a few tried to cover themselves with their arms. Adam was equally taken aback. He felt his jaw hit the floor. Eight 2nd year girls were arranged on seats in the room, all of them dressed in nothing more than white, lacy-topped stockings, suspender belts and white 3-inch stiletto sandals. Anne had removed her robe to reveal that her sheer, black stockings were supported by a lacy, black suspender belt. But the item that set it off was the black harness bra that circled her breasts, lifting them into rounded cones.

Anne clapped her hands sharply. "Girls, that's quite enough. Sit still with you hands on your knees, knees apart. Mr Hazel, if you could pick you jaw up, we'll begin the lesson. This is a sex education class and one must dress appropriately." This was greeted by a flurry of giggles from the girls who were now eying Adam with surreptitious fascination. Adam was, in his turn surreptitiously admiring eight downy-covered teenage pussies. "Mr Hazel, if you'd care to remove your robe and stand just here?" Adam undid the belt and slipped it from his shoulders. He took his time, making his movements deliberate. Unconsciously, he tried to suck in his belly as he removed the robe and draped it over a chair.

"Today's lesson will be in two parts: we will discuss the secondary sexual characteristics first and then deal with the primary characteristics. Now who will start by saying how a man differs from a woman?"

There was an embarrassed giggling then Donna shyly put up her hand. "Please Miss, a man has a thingy."

"A thingy, Donna? I've never seen one of those on a man, before," said Anne sharply.

"You know, Miss, a... a..."

"Come on Donna, spit it out."

"A penis, Miss," Donna blurted, blushing furiously.

"Very good, Donna. That didn't hurt, did it?" She wrote it on the whiteboard. "Anyone else?"

"A man has testicles, Miss," said Tricia.

"Testes. Right. More?"

"Broader shoulders." "Narrower hips." "No breasts." The girls were relaxing now. "Hair on his body." "And on his face." "Knobbly knees." The class dissolved in laughter.

"I don't think knobbly knees are a characteristic of men, Tanya" said Anne, trying to hide a smile. "And Mr Hazel certainly hasn't got knobbly knees."

"That's not really what I meant, Miss Henderson. I meant that our legs, and yours, Miss, are sort of smooth and Mr Hazel's are... well, sort of knobbly." She blushed furiously.

Anne smiled. "That's very good, Tanya... But I'm not sure that 'knobbly' is the right word. Does everyone agree with Tanya? Can anyone find a better description than 'knobbly'?"

Eight pairs of eyes studied Adam intently. He felt himself flush.

"Mr Hazel, can you help us out?"

"Huh? Oh, yes. In general a man's body tends to be more angular than a woman's. I think it's something to do with subcutaneous fat."

"Thank you, Mr Hazel. Can anyone tell me what subcutaneous fat is and why it makes the female form more rounder and smoother looking than the male? No? That's your homework exercise, then, for next week."

This generated groans from all the girls.

To Adam, the whole situation was unreal. Here he stood, virtually naked, in front of eight fourteen-year-olds and their teacher dressed, or undressed, like models from a porn magazine sitting with their knees apart their charms on full display - and discussing subcutaneous fat! He became aware that Anne was saying something to him.

"Mr Hazel, if you could just turn round, please."

"What? Right."

He slowly turned until his back was to the class.

"Right," said Anne. "I think you can see that Mr Hazel exhibits all the characteristics we've listed. So I think we can conclude that he is definitely a man." The girl giggled. "Thank you, Mr Hazel, you can turn back now.

"Okay, not only does a man look different but he feels different. Gather round." Eight teens shuffled shyly up. "I want you to touch Mr Hazel anywhere on his body but his genitals. Come girls, don't be shy. Mr Hazel won't bite."

Adam smiled reassuringly at them and stretched out his arms. "Start here," he suggested.

Tanya smiled shyly up at him then reached out and gently ran her fingers up and down his arm. Her touch was feather light and his arm broke out in goosebumps and the hairs on it stood up. She gasped in surprise.

"There," he smiled. "You didn't expect that, did you? That was because you touched me so softly. Try the other arm."

She ran her fingers up his other arm but, because she was thinking about it, his skin didn't react.

"This time you were self-conscious," he said. "And your touch was slightly heavier. You have a nice gentle touch, though."

The girl blushed.

"Can I try?" asked Tricia.

"You can, but I don't think it will work again. Try something else."

"Can I touch your chest?"

"Of course. Any part of me you like."

Tentatively, she placed a hand flat upon his chest. "You've got nipples," she said.

"Yes. They're not as sensitive as yours but men often like them being touched or kissed."

She rubbed her across his nipple. "Do you like that?"

"Yes. You have a nice touch, too."

The ice having been broken, all the girls crowded round to touch him: shoulders, back, neck, arms, legs, chest and stomach. Some were just content to feel him, others wanted to know if this or that was pleasant. He wasn't sure at first how he would react to being pawed at by eight young girls. But they didn't paw. He was touched and stroked by sixteen respectful hands, was brushed accidentally by eight pairs of budding breasts. Was cooed over by eight excited teens. He found himself growing hot and his cock began to stiffen. For a moment he worried about it then thought. 'This is a sex education class.'

Anne had been monitoring the activity saw what was happening. "Right, girls, I think that's enough for the moment."

Reluctantly now, the girls stepped back.

Suddenly, Sandie gasped and cried, "Oh, look," pointing at his groin where his half-erect penis was bulging in the posing pouch.

"Does anyone know what is happening - without being silly about it?" Anne asked.

"Mr Hazel has an erection," said Tricia.

"Indeed he has. At least a partial one. Mr Hazel, did any of the girls touch your genitals?"

"No, indeed they did not, Miss Henderson."

"Could you explain to the girls why you have an erection?"

Adam smiled. He was beginning to see where how cleverly Anne had structured this lesson. "Hmmm. I was surrounded by eight very attractive young ladies who were very provocatively dressed. They were touching me all over with light, gentle touches. And they were concerned that I found their touching pleasurable. That is a very sexy situation so I began to respond. If they had carried on for a while longer I would have a full erection."

"So, to summarise, Mr Hazel, you were stimulated by sight, touch and sound?"

"Yes. I believe men are more sensitive, if that's the right word, to visual stimulation. The way a girl looks, even the way she dresses, can often cause a man to have an erection. Touch is also important. Everybody has places they like being touched - erogenous zones I think they're called. But just being touched by someone who wants to please you is a turn-on. Voices, too, are important. None of you shrieked or squealed. You all spoke softly and you all asked me if I was enjoying your attentions." He grinned. "I was."

Anne beamed. "Thank you, Mr Hazel. Are there any questions?"

Tricia stuck her hand up. "If we had continued long enough, Mr Hazel, would you have... er..." She broke off, blushing furiously.

"Would I have cum, ejaculated? What's the appropriate word, Miss Henderson?"

"Cum will do fine."

"You want to know if I would have cum, Tricia?" The girl nodded. "That's an interesting question. I believe it's possible to cum without genital contact. I've heard that some women can cum just by having their I have breasts sucked and played with. I've never experienced it. Would you like to try?" he teased.

Tricia, red faced, giggled behind her hand. But he noticed a gleam in her eye.

"I hope you can all now see the importance of secondary sexual characteristics. How a man can be aroused without either kissing or genital contact. The way you look, the way you dress, the way you walk, the way you talk, the way you touch - all these are extremely important. You want men to look at you. You want men to admire you. You want to be wanted. Remember that. Now, Mr Hazel, would you mind removing your final garment."

Keeping his eyes firmly on the class, Adam removed his pouch slowly and carefully. Hooking his fingers into the waistband, he slowly pushed it down over his now flaccid cock and eased it down his legs until he could step out of it. He straightened and let eight pairs of fascinated eyes study his member. Anne hefted it in one hand. "You'll enjoy this, I think," she murmured.

"As you can see, girls, now that the stimulation has stopped, Mr Hazel's penis has returned to its normal state. It doesn't look like much at the moment, does it?"

She leant against him and gently stroked his cock. He could feel the weight of her breasts pressed against his back and her warm breath on his shoulders. His cock started to swell.

"However, as I touch his penis it begins to stiffen. Have any of you seen or touched a man's penis? I won't ask you whose." Donna and Beth raised tentative hands. "Two of you. Aimée, would you like to feel it?"

Aimée was a shy girl with deep blue eyes and a mass of wavy fair hair. Adam had noticed her in his classes and his heart beat a little faster as she blushed but stepped up and shyly touched his cock.

"Wrap your hand around it, Aimée, but don't squeeze," Anne instructed.

Soft little fingers encircled his cock making it jump.

"Oh," gasped Aimée.

"Describe what you feel, please Aimée."

"It's so... warm. And both hard and soft at the same time."

"Is it nice to touch?"

"Yes, Miss," blushed Aimée.

In turn Anne had each of the girls come up and fondle his cock. By the time they had finished he was fully erect.

"I think that has had the desired effect," said Anne. "You can see, girls, that Mr Hazel is now fully erect. What size is the average penis when erect?"

"About six inches, Miss."

Anne studied Adam's cock. "I think Mr Hazel is both slightly longer and slightly thicker than average. As we have discussed, men's penises can vary greatly in both length and thickness. There is no 'ideal' size as all of you are different sizes too."

"Please, Miss Henderson," said Sophie, the smallest and youngest looking of the class, "can that really go inside us? It seems awfully big."

Anne laughed gently. "It does, indeed, Sophie, but I can assure you that, not only will it fit perfectly inside you, you will actively welcome it. Like a specimen in a laboratory, she reviewed its various parts. Her hand matched the deed to the words and exposed the shiny, purple-red head of Adam's penis to the fascinated schoolgirls. He swallowed hard in an effort to retain his composure. The pleasurable feel of her cool hand holding his erection and the intense gaze of the sexy, young schoolgirls was having a profound effect. A delicious feeling of heaviness was beginning in his balls, and he parted his legs slightly to ease the pressure that was building there.

She talked about circumcision, and lifted the heavy organ to pull the foreskin right back so that the girls could see the part in question. She touched it gently with her fingertip, causing his cock to give an involuntary twitch that made some of the girls giggle.

"It's called the fraenum and it's the most sensitive part of a man's sexual organs. If you rub or lick the penis there, it gives the man the most delightful sensation." She closed her hand round his cock and began moving it very slowly up and down, stroking her finger lightly against the fraenum as she did so. "Is this giving you pleasure, Mr Hazel?"

Adam struggled to control his breathing. "Yes, it is indeed, Miss Henderson. Exceedingly so."

"What am I doing, girls?"

"Masturbating him, Miss."

"Correct. Also known as... ?"

"Wanking, Miss." "Or a hand job."

"Good. Now masturbation is one way of pleasuring a man - provided you do it right. Every man likes to be masturbated slightly differently and it's important that you learn what pleases him most. If in doubt, ask. Some men like slow, steady strokes like this. Some like you to play with the glans and fraenum like this."

Adam was having a hard time controlling himself. Anne was an expert. His knees felt weak and trembling and his heart pounded in his ribs.

"I must be doing it right for I see that Mr Hazel has become quite agitated," said Anne in an amused tone. She stopped her motions much to Adam's relief.

"There are other things you can do to increase the pleasure. You can cup his testicles. But do it very gently as they are very sensitive. Squeeze too hard and you will find yourself with an ex-lover. Mind you," she grinned, "it's worth remembering this for emergencies.

"You can also use two hands. Or you can just use your fingers. Another sensitive spot is between the penis and the anus. Press there and you will make the man ejaculate very quickly.

"Masturbating your partner gives him great pleasure and you can bring him off this way. It can be very exciting to watch a man as he cums and see his sperm spurt out. The power you have over him - to give him pleasure, to control his pleasure - that is exciting, too. However, masturbation is mostly used as a prelude to sexual intercourse so it should give you pleasure too. To know that you are pleasing your man, feeling him grow even harder in your hand, seeing his balls sway in time with your hand's motion and then watching it tighten as his sensation builds - all these things should help to raise your own enjoyment of what you and your lover are sharing. Have any of you have brought a man off this way and seen his sperm?"

There was silence as the girls looked at each other. Then Donna and Beth both raised embarrassed hands.

"Don't be embarrassed girls. I'm actually slightly surprised that only two of you have done it. What is sperm like, Donna?"

The young girl blushed an even deeper shade of pink. "Well, Miss, it was a sort of milky white colour and very sticky and slippery," she said haltingly. "And there was so much of it. It just seemed to go on and on. I thought he'd never stop," she giggled. "It made me very excited watching him cum."

"Thank you, Donna. Are you excited now?"

"Yes, Miss, a bit."

"Is everybody a bit excited? Feeling a bit fluttery? Slightly moist."

There was a general embarrassed shuffling.

Anne sighed. "Stand up, feet apart, hands on you heads," she said sharply.

She passed among the girls dipping a finger briefly into each adolescent furrow - some still almost bare, some well covered in downy hair. Adam stared disbelievingly, his cock twitching.

"Sit down. As I thought, you're all aroused to some extent. I don't know why you found it hard to say so. This is a sex education class and we're here to learn about our sexuality. You must learn to be open and honest about what you feel. It is a fact that most marriages fail because one or both partners cannot be honest about their sexual feelings. Am I making myself clear?"

"Yes, Miss," chorused the response.

"Good. Tanya, are you feeling aroused?"

Tanya blushed and looked at the floor. "Yes, Miss Henderson."

"A little aroused or a lot?"

"Um, a lot, Miss."

"So watching me masturbate Mr Hazel has turned you on?"

"Yes, Miss."

"Would you like to try?"

Tanya looked up, eyes bright. "Yes please, Miss."

"Okay, Come on. Remember what I've said."

Tanya came up to Adam and smiled shyly up at him. "You don't mind, Sir?"

Adam looked down at the enchanting girl gazing up at him, whose dark, smouldering eyes suggested a depth of latent sexuality. Her full, pink lips were slightly parted, her swelling breasts, particularly well formed for one so young, with their pale brown nipples showing her arousal. Her mound was covered with a dense bush of soft brown hair which he found incredibly arousing. I seemed to be begging to be touched.

He cleared his throat. "No, Tanya. I don't mind at all. In fact I shall enjoy it immensely." 'God, I hope I can keep control, ' he thought. 'This child is so deliciously fuckable.'

Tanya curled a hand around his throbbing shaft and began to slide it back and forth.

"Like this, Sir?"

"Just like that, Tanya. That'd perfect," he groaned.

The girl watched in fascination as her hand pumped his shaft, marvelling at the angry red glans as it slipped in and out of the foreskin. She glanced up at his face which was beaded with sweat. She looked somewhat frightened.

"Is Mr Hazel okay, Miss Henderson? I'm not hurting him, am I?"

"No, Tanya, you're not hurting him," said Anne with amusement. "Quite the reverse. Your touch is making Mr Hazel very aroused and he's trying to control his excitement so as not to spoil things for the other girls."

"Gosh. Am I really doing that," said little Tanya with an expression of awe.

"You are indeed," said Adam, grinning down at her.