First class

The next day you arrive at the sex education classroom, and sit at your desk as the girls file in. God, you think, they are all gorgeous. Short plaid skirts, long legs, soft shiny hair, bright smiles, beautiful faces, budding young breasts straining under their flattering school uniform blouses. All of them just freshly 18. You already know a lot of the girls from your English class, and you spot a few of your special favorites. The girls take their seats, smiling curiously at you.

"Good morning girls. For those of you who don't know me, my name is John Doe. In class, you can call me Mr. Doe. I'm going to be taking over your sexual education for the rest of the semester. I trust you will all obey my every command."

The room full of sexy teenagers all nod eagerly.

"Good. Now, first thing's first. I see that you have already covered a lot of the basic sexual subjects, but I need to see demonstrated what each of you know, individually. So, we're going to begin with a test."

The girls all shift nervously in their seats, murmering, anxious to please you.

"I want you all to masturbate for me. Show me how you get yourself off. Don't remove your panties. I will be collecting all your panties at the end of the class, and I expect them to be soaking wet. Begin."

All your fresh-faced young students dutifully spread their legs, and hike up their short uniform skirts. A few of them begin by massaging their breasts through their shirts, but most of them get right to work stroking their young pussies through the fabric of their panties. Many of the girls lean back and close their eyes. The rest are looking hungrily at you, or at each other, as they touch themselves.

"I'm going to put on a video to help you concentrate." You say, as you activate the classroom's large video screen to show a high quality video of two hot blonde girls showering together. Many of the girls are now watching the video, fingers moving furiously under their skirts.

You circulate through the room, watching each of these hot young schoolgirls masturbate for you. You stop at each girl's desk, watching her beautiful face, her lips parted, her eyes on the screen, on you you, or on the girl next to her. You peek into each girl's lap, admiring her smooth spread thighs, and the play of her hands on her young mound. Some girls keep their hands outside their panties, fingers circling quickly over their little clitties. Others have their hands inside their panties, fingers deep inside their hot young cunts.

On the video screen, the two blondes kiss and fondle each other, and then one kneels down, and begins licking the other's wet snatch. Your students begin to pant and moan, and one after another, they buck and shudder, and squeal out their little teenie orgasms. Panting, sweaty, the girls who finished first watch you as they wait for the others.

Then the hour is up. You return to your desk and say, "Leave your wet panties on my desk. Tomorrow we'll really get to work."

The girls all stand, walking up to the front of the room, and stripping off their panties, pulling them down long, shapely legs, stepping out of them, and deposting them in a pile on your desk. White cotton, black lace, brightly colored thongs, tiny bows and flower patterns, even some childish ones printed with cartoon kitties. So many diferent young girls' panties, all dripping wet and smelling like sweet fresh pussy.

Smiling, one by one, the girls leave the classroom, their bare asses just barely hiden under their swaying uniform skirts. You think how for the rest of this school day, they will all be naked under their skirts.

Just as the last of the girls is filing out of your class, you notice that one pair of white cotton panties on your desk is still dry. You glance up at the young girl who dropped them there.

"Crystal?" you ask, "Will you stay after class please. I need to talk with you about your test results. And close the door."