Date: Sun, 9 Jan 2005 06:40:17 EST
From: PixaJax@aol.com
Subject: Spuncup Part 4

This concludes this school saga for now. Thank you for accepting it.
J

Spuncup: Part 4

Mrs Conway stood hands on hips facing Class 3. Normally, a teacher would
say "Sit down, boys" as soon as he came in. But this was not a normal
situation. The
boys, mostly thirteen-year-olds, stared at their woman teacher. And she
stared at them. Some of the shyer boys had crossed their hands coyly over
their crotches to
hide their genitals.
"Hands by your sides, boys, like good little soldiers. Don't be coy. I
won't bite."
She surveyed the twenty little dicks with satisfaction. Such variety!
Some short and fat, some long and thin (though "length" is a relative
term here), mostly
uncircumcised, and a few with varying degrees of wispy pubic hair that
framed their prize possession. And those darling scrotums each packing
two spherical
sperm-making devices. Little cum factories. Little boys and their dicks!
She smiled.
"Well, now, I must say, you are all very well endowed."
A few nervous giggles.
"Can anyone tell me what 'well-endowed' means?"
A few hands shot up.
"Yes, you ....er Miller," she said checking the seating plan on her desk.
"It means we've got big penises, Sir."
Hoots of laughter.
"Sorry. Er, Miss."
"That's all right, Miller. I think we all have to get used to each other,
don't we?"
"Yes, S...., Yes, Miss."
She came from behind her desk and walked up and down the aisles between
the rows of desks, stopping at each one to check the boy's name and once
more to look
at his bundle. Then she stood at the back of the room and contemplated
the spectacle of twenty naked boybutts, a feast of plump white globes
with a tantalising
crease between. She could understand why men like her ex got a hard on
for young boys. She walked to the front and turned to face the boys once
more.
"Please, Miss, may we sit down?"
"Not quite yet, er, Thompson J. Are you tired already?"
"No, Miss."
"Good. If I can stand for a little while longer, so can you."
She came round to the front of her desk, rested her bottom against its
edge and crossed one foot over the other. Her knee-length tweed skirt was
flared and pleated -
it was not at all revealing; and her twinset cardie-and-sweater also hid
her curves most effectively. She looked like every boy's idea of an
elderly maiden aunt. Which
was precisely the effect she wanted to create.
"All right, you can sit down. Now, you will all have noticed something
different about me, boys."
Puzzled looks.
"What is different about me?"
Silence. Shuffling feet.
"Well, what a sleepy lot you are! Haven't you noticed that I am FEMALE?"
Relief. Giggles.
"It's all right, Miss. It's not your fault." It was Thompson J, cheeky
blighter.
She smiled.
"Very nice of you to say so, Thompson J. By the way, what is that badge
in your lapel?"
The boy fingered it proudly. It showed an erect penis with a sort of halo
round the shaft, just below the helmet.
"It's an achievement badge, miss."
"And what exactly was your achievement?"
"I've been bumfucked three times by the Head, Miss."
She looked round the class. Several other boys sported similar badges.
"Goodness! All of you...................?"
There was a happy chorus of yesses from the lucky badge wearers.
"Oh. Very good. Excellent. Congratulations. What about the rest of you?
Hands up if you have been bumfucked at least by a teacher - or by another
boy.""
Twenty hands went up.
"My, you ARE an active lot! Tell me, how many of you masturbated this
morning before school?"
Nineteen hands stayed up. A small freckle-faced boy called Walker dropped
his hand.
"Oh dear, er.." - she consulted the seating plan again - "...,Walker, why
on earth not?"
"Miller bumfucked me, Miss, and it hurt a bit and I lost my stiffy."
He lowered his eyes in shame.
"Stand up, Miller," she ordered
She looked at the boy and at his cock. His cock didn't seem inordinately
large, just a chipolata-sized penis nestling in his ballsac.
"Give yourself an erection, Miller."
With a few strokes the boy had a stalk on him that many grown men would
be proud of. He grinned, releasing his grip on his cock, which stood up
like the good
soldier it was.
"Oh my goodness! That," she said turning to the class, "is what we mean
by 'well-endowed'."
Titters. Murmurs of approval. Everyone knew that Miller was hung like a
fucking stallion.
"Very well, Miller, you may sit down."
"Permission to jerk off, Miss?"
"What?"
"Miss, it's a school rule. If a boy gets a stiffy, he's supposed to jerk
off and spunk up, Miss."
Ruth Conway felt a bit dizzy. What a school!
"Must you, Miller?"
"Yes, Miss."
The poor boy's erection was beginning to ache and he desperately wanted
to bring himself off.
"Oh very well. But don't make a mess."
"Miss, can I do it for him. PLEASE!" It was Walker.
"Can we all wank right now, please, Miss?"
A chorus of demanding pleas from the other boys.
"Very well, pair off and masturbate."
"Will you watch us, Miss?"
In her stomach, a swarm of crazy butterflies fluttered and flapped. Some
of the best orgasms had come while she watched one or other of her sons
making out with
boyfriends. She sat down in her chair, hoping the desk would conceal her
hand as it slid under her Aunt Mary pleated skirt.
"Of course! Go ahead, boys. Take your time and do it well."
There was a scurry of activity as the boys paired off and started to work
their practised fingers on each other's penises. Twenty boys and one lady
teacher. Twenty
one orgasms in the making.
Watching the scene on the hidden CCTV that was installed in this and
every other classroom, the Headmaster sighed. He sure as hell wasn't
going to appoint any
more women teachers, but maybe he could tolerate this frumpish faghag. He
could just make out the movement of her arm as she fingered herself under
the desk.
Yes, now that I come to think about it, he mused, it might be good for
the boys to learn a bit more about women and their quirky habits. And it
was clear that she had
no sexual designs on them, nor they on her.
Then he turned his attention to the gymasium CCTV where a group of naked
senior boys were exercising vigorously in the capable hands of the PT
instructor,
Hughes. VERY capable hands....
 "gymnast", from the classical Greek word "gymnos" meaning naked. In the
best classical tradition, the boys were naked, and in the best classical
tradition the Head
stroked his cock dreamily as he stared lasciviously at their firm young
bodies.
Everything in Spuncup was back to normal.
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