Biology Lesson
Mrs Smith couldn't believe her eyes when she saw the boys with their cocks out in the St Catherine's swimming pool. However, she knew her lovely girls were 'sensible', and thought it would be a learning experience for everyone. But when things go too far and she almost catches her girls with spunk on their hands, she'll surely change her mind about her girls and see them for the slappers they are...
The girls expect Mrs Smith to expel them on the spot. How can she not? There they are, standing as guilty as sin over the exhausted boys, as their cocks drip and the scent of fresh spunk fills the room.
"Girls - oh my, oh dear, I'll get Mr Rackshaw. Get dressed you two. Damn those St Dunstan's boys." Mrs Smith had got the wrong idea. Margi jumps on this instantly; "Oh Mrs Smith, they made us touch their horrid thingies, we were helpless..."
Mrs Smith eventually gets back with the incredulous Rackshaw, and a giggling Steven quietly creeps in behind them. Steve immediately realises what has happened, and looks forward to hearing the 'war stories' as soon as they get back.
The spunk-covered boys have floated completely away into a handjob-induced slumber. Apparently Mrs Smith and Rackshaw took so long because they've been 'sorting something out' in the sports hall. Sylvia jokes about Mrs Smith and Rackshaw 'doing it'.
"They were a fucking long time" she whispers, "do you think Smithy and that dirty old git were at it? Look at that stain on his shorts, urgh! I bet he cums bucketloads!" Rackshaw drags the boys away to the sound of the girls guffawing.
Weeks later the boys are sticking together having told only their best friends about the swimming lesson. There's been no word from Mr Rackshaw about any comeback, 'fancy him siding with those St Catherine's slags anyway' the boys think.
Punishment from Rackshaw is the last thing the boys are thinking about now though, they've a distraction. Miss Clutterbuck. She's the new biology teacher, the young, fit one who's been giving so many of the boys in her class a hard-on.
The naive boys of St Dunstans call her two-toned hair 'a fuck me hairdo', many of them have mums almost into the blue rinse stage and aren't used to a woman with such presence. She's as strict as hell though and in no mood for nonsense today. "Biology books out boys."
Settling the class down for their anatomy lesson, Miss Clutterbuck almost forgets her special announcement: "Oh yes boys, today, as a special favour to St Catherine's School for Girls, we have invited some of their biology students to join us.
"Jesus, did you hear that? What are the chances of it being those same girls from swimming?" Steven tries hard to wish himself into another lesson, or better still, another school.
All eyes are on Miss Clutterbuck as she makes her way from her desk. 'Look at that arse' Steven thinks, momentarily forgetting about the nasty bitches from St Catherine's. 'She's a proper woman-I could give her one alright' thinks Phil to his left.
The murmour of interest and excitement about the arrival of 'the dirty girls' from the state school down the road spreads round the class. "QUIET you lot!" Miss Clutterbuck shouts from the door, "they're here!"
In they come. Eight of the typically hard-faced slags that boys from St Dunstans had come to expect to see spat out by that cess pit of a school St Catherine's. Had he passed them in the street, Steven wouldn't have thought twice about the girls...
...but here they are, in his classroom. Urgh! Phil can sense them behind him now, the scent of their cheap, tarty perfume has made its way to his nostrils and he is breathing it in as Miss Clutterbuck talks about something called a 'perineum'.
"RIGHT - now who can tell me where the perineum is? Hands up please!" Phil isn't sure, but thinks it might be that thing up his arse that helps produce sperm. He needn't worry about Miss asking him, almost all the girls have their hands up.
They seem to think it's a big giggle too. "Miss! Miss! I know" - the blonde girl is keen to answer. "Yeah, half of St Dunstans boys have already SEEN yours!" hisses a girl behind her, quite audibly, but Miss Clutterbuck doesn't seem to hear.
The three girls on the back row are picked to debate the answer in unison. Becky and Sarah chat about whether "it's that bit round yer tits" while the brighter Margi describes it more accurately as "the gap between yer fanny and yer arse Miss."
Miss Clutterbuck patiently explains how she would have preferred it if Margi had come to the front and pointed it out on the model. Sarah is convinced it is something to do with nipples, or perhaps one of the Channel Islands.
Steven, Philip, and Tom are sickened by both the stupidity and the the awful turn of phrase the St Catherine's girls use. "I don't know how Miss puts up with those thickos" says Phil to Steve. "Yeah-thank god they're only here for the day."
"GOT SOMETHING TO SAY THERE HAVE YOU?" Phil goes cold. Why has Miss picked on him all of a sudden? He's only made a quiet comment about those girls. He can feel himself become the centre of attention and his legs go weak. "Stand up then Philip."
He can't believe it - being made to stand up in front of the St Catherine's girls - being singled out by Miss Clutterbuck. He can feel their eyes on him, he can feel their lack of respect for him and his upbringing. "Philip, I'd have thought YOU...
...of all people, would want to give a good first impression to these girls. What would your father think?" The dressing down continues, and the humiliated and embarrassed Phil's soft spot for Miss Clutterbuck rapidly starts to dissolve.
Sitting down in silence, Phil thinks longingly about the day he can leave school for good. "Right. Anatomy then." Miss Clutterbuck carries on with the lesson, but Phil, a keen student, has lost his interest.
As the lesson drags on, Phil's interest in anatomy revitalises a little. Not exactly the kind of anatomy that Miss Clutterbuck is teaching though, but the kind of anatomy he'd prefer her to be teaching him about...
"Who does this remind you of then?" Philip whispers carefully to Steve, who stifles a giggle, as the crude drawing does indeed seem to capture the look of the teacher sat behind the desk in front of them. The drawing has, of course, far larger breasts.
Miss C is busy marking homework, so while most of the class read through a chapter Steven dares to whip the book from Phil and holds it up to Garth and Shaun across the classroom. He doesn't notice Bea catch a glimpse of Phil's handiwork.
Behind Bea, Katey nudges her friend Rachel and both their necks stretch to get a better view of the drawing. Having always thought none of the St Dunstans boys would find out about sex until they were married, Katey lets out a little gasp of shock.
As Phil, rejoicing in being the centre of attention for doing something daring, adds a few extra touches to his masterpiece, he fails to notice Miss Clutterbuck silently drift away from her desk, like only the best, most strict teachers know how.
"Philip Hart. What. Do. You. Think. You. Are. Doing?" The stacato way she speaks, her voice quiet, not raised, strikes more fear into Phil than if she'd have been screaming and shouting. He knows she has seen his drawing. He knows he is in BIG trouble now.
"What's this supposed to be?" Unbelievably in front of Miss again, Phil foolishly tries for an explanation; "errr... I was just showing an interest in anatomy Miss" he wishes he hadn't said it. "Interested in anatomy are you? Good. So am I. Right, I want you to...
...BE WAITING OUTSIDE THE HEADMASTER'S OFFICE AT..." As her voice grows to its full volume, Phil suddenly finds he is not alone on his feet. His classmates are joining him. They aren't standing in his support though, it is something else.
It's Mrs Smith, coming in with some urgency. Enough to halt Miss C in her tracks anyway. Whatever it is she wants, it's welcome, thinks Phil, especially if it continues to distract the teacher currently intent on making his life a misery.
"Hello Mrs Smith" chorus the class. "Yes yes, hello. I hope you boys are behaving while there are all these young ladies present. I also hope you haven't forgotten that the remainder of the physical examinations have to be done today."
There is, as the class begins to sit down, a brief out-of-earshot discussion between the two staff members. Meanwhile Phil wonders how many of his mates other than him still haven't had their physical.
"The school doctor is still away, so Miss Clutterbuck, who is a qualified nurse and MORE than capable of performing basic physicals, will handle the remaining boys. I'll be stepping in here for the remainder of her lesson. Any questions? No? Good!"
"Right you lot, just carry on with the work we've been doing, and be on your BEST behaviour please!" Most of the boys have been examined already, but for the few that haven't, the prospect of being 'handled' by Miss C is confusing - to say the least.
Not all the boys are confused though: "Phwoar, imagine having Miss Clutterbuck grab your nuts! Do you think she's really going to do that? It can't be true! I'll have a massive stiffy and blow my load all over her if she does!"
The prospect of Miss C 'examining' him is horrifying Phil. He's heard what might happen, but time has moved on now. Perhaps Miss C is busy with other classes and Phil will get the crusty old doctor next week. Then he hears it. Mrs Smith's phone.
Scarcely daring to raise his eyes, Phil looks toward Mrs Smith, hoping that she's saying: 'Physicals? Cancelled? Oh okay then, next week perhaps." Phil can't understand why the other boys think it is such a big joke, time stands still for him.
Toward the end of the call Mrs Smith raises her voice and Phil is sure he hears her say: "five boys might get away with no physical today?" His hopes are thus lifted high, and he relaxes back into his seat, feeling the end of the lesson get that much closer.
"Can these five boys get to their physical right away..." Phil's heart drops. he can't believe how the day has gone so wrong. Damn those St Catherine's girls, they've sent Miss C into a strop, she's shouted at him, and now she might be fondling him!
"Stand up when I call your name out please. Thomas, Steven, Shaun, and Garth. Oh yes, Phil too please." Again, his hopes have been raised and dashed. He is resigned now to the humiliation of having his teacher examine him, whatever that means.
The St Catherine's girls seem to know all about boy's physicals. To add to the humiliation the mouthy blonde Margi makes a rummaging motion with her hand and says: "Are you gonna cough for me later as well gorgeous?"
First he'd had the humiliation of being told off by Miss Clutterbuck in front of those St Catherine's girls. Now, and even worse, Phil is being made to undergo the indignity of having a physical examination - by Miss Clutterbuck!As the boys take the long walk through the dusty old corridors of St Dunstans, they debate all the gossip that has been going round about precisely what the physical involves. All the hearsay is academic now though, as they are just about outside the medical room door.
"No way is she going to handle our nuts, they wouldn't let a teacher do that!" Phil speculates to his friends. Steven knows better though, his older brother having undergone the denigrating treatment the previous month. Garth, for some reason, has been looking forward to getting his physical, but Phil and Steve have both noticed him trying to hang back so he's not first to the door.
'Oh no' thinks Phil, realising he's been duped and ALL the others have hung back. The shuffling of feet should have given it away. He thought they were larking about, but no, they've made it so he's here, the first in the line for this, the least desirable of adventures on the worst possible of days.
"COME IN THEN!" Oh no no NO. Miss Clutterbuck hears the shuffling boys, each of them desperate not to be first for the examination, and Phil doesn't even get a chance to knock on the door.
As he pulls his leaden arm from his pocket to turn the handle, he can hear a voice. It's Steven saying something to him, trying to be 'funny' again. All Phil can do is stare straight ahead, he certainly can't make out individual words, not with Miss Clutterbuck's 'COME IN' still reverberating around his head. Whatever Steve's stupid joke is, it'll have to wait. How the hell could he joke at a time like this anyway?
The room is colder than Phil thought it would be, and all he can see in it are the seemingly huge couch, and a smiling, seated Miss Clutterbuck, who looks like she's about to have a slap-up meal, not examine a group of nervous and frightened boys.
The boys reluctantly follow Phil into the room while Miss Clutterbuck finishes some paperwork. They stand almost to attention, not knowing what to expect. There's more nervous shuffling and a few sniffs, which brings Miss C to her feet, shovelling the paperwork back into a draw as she does so.
"Right, this will be fun!" She says alarmingly. "And in the middle of a biology lesson too. Ideal!"
She moves sinuously round to the front of the desk, a wry smile on her face. She's absent-mindedly fingering her stethoscope as well, which distracts Phil from the worry of the couch to his left. "Have all you boys had your mumps, measles, and rubella injections?"
Phil is pleased at the common response of "Errr... don't know Miss" which even Miss Clutterbuck finds amusing.
"RIGHT then..." her amusement, as usual, is short-lived, "let's get you all stripped down to your underpants please." "What? Here Miss?" asks an incredulous Phil "Yes, here. And NOW please."
The ice that was previously broken quickly freezes over again. Garth notices her looking at his chest, and cheekily looks back at hers, as she stands before the disrobing boys, her hands cockily on her hips.
The silent boys subconsciously turn their backs to the teacher, even though they know she's a nurse, and is possibly about to give them intimate examinations, there's something about standing in your underpants in front of a teacher that doesn't feel right. Nurse or not.
None of them notice Miss Clutterbuck now, they're temporarily too wrapped up in their own embarrassment. None of them see her looking them up and down, working out which one is on the swimming team, which the football...
...Phil lags behind though, hoping there's been some confusion, and that they are not all supposed to strip down to their pants right here in front of Miss Clutterbuck at all. He leaves pulling his school trousers down until the last possible minute, hoping both Miss and his friends won't notice. hoping too that perhaps the fire alarm might go off, and he can quickly grab his shirt and head for the safety of the playground. Wait! What’s that noise? No, it’s only the clumsy caretaker dropping his bucket further up the corridor.
Phil can't delay any longer without standing out, and if there's anything Phil doesn't like doing, it's standing out. He starts to gingerly peel his trousers down making sure he doesn't pull his underpants off at the same time. He's sweating a little now, a light covering of perspiration evaporating on his back in the cool air of the medical room.
"Oh dear, I'll have to have a word with Mr Rackshaw about some of you lot getting out on the games field a little more." says Miss Clutterbuck cheekily. Phil is taken aback and nearly falls over as he pulls a sock off, 'she must be looking at us, at our bodies' he realises with horror.
Shaun guffaws, finding Miss Clutterbuck's comment hysterical. Phil knows it's the kind of thing Shaun WOULD laugh at, but what with all the boys' nerves right now, Shaun has gone too far and his laugh sounds sycophantic and over-the-top.
Miss Clutterbuck isn't impressed and glares in Shaun's direction. Phil is immediately grateful for having the attention centred on someone else for once.
Miss begins giving Shaun the expected tongue lashing but after a few words, and to Phil's horror, her gaze drifts down, it drops below their waistline. Embarrassed, Shaun is already looking down, now the other boys join him, but for a different reason.
Garth feels Miss Clutterbuck looking him up and down and wisely keeps his gaze fixed firmly on one spot out of her eye line. Miss makes an audiable 'HmmmMmmm...' sound as she surveys him.
"White Y-Fronts Shaun?! That's not exactly the cutting-edge of fashion is it?!' A blushing Shaun tries to snigger it off.
"Well, never mind, it's not the gift-wrapping that's the most important thing is it? RIGHT YOU LOT! Let's get these examinations over and done with. Who's first? let me see..."
Phil steps forward as soon as Miss Clutterbuck finishes her confusing sentence about 'gift wrapping'. His feeling was correct, Miss Clutterbuck has her stethoscope on his chest as soon as he is in front of her. " And breath OUT please..."
"...good." 'Phew!' Thinks Phil, 'thank god that's over with. It wasn't anywhere near as bad as I thought it was going to be.' Then he feels Miss Clutterbuck's warm hands slip down over his chest, ushering the stethoscope away as they go. They come to rest on the top band of his underpants.
"Of course we'll need to have a look here now" Phil freezes. 'If the fire alarm goes off for real NOW' he thinks, 'I'll surely burn. I just hope Miss C is just going to peek. Go on Miss, stop there now...'
Miss Clutterbuck doesn't stop though. Her hands jiggle Phil's pants down over his bottom. Tommy can scarcely contain himself at the sight of his friends buttocks, revealed to him because Miss Clutterbuck is pulling his pants down!
Phil shuts his eyes and wishes himself on to a tropical beach, away from this tortuous scene. Of course it doesn't work, it doesn't even help. Miss Clutterbuck doesn't stop either. Her hands work on his pants until...
...to his abject terror, they are round his ankles. Is he going to have to take them off completely? No! Surely she won't ask for that!
"Step out of them please Philip."
'There she is' thinks Phil, 'Miss Clutterbuck, bending in front of me, bundling my clothes together.' He feels his cock wake up at the thought.
His knees tremble slightly as a panic sets in. 'What if I get an erection? Oh jesus...' Miss gazes down at his genitals, his friends peering at him from behind. "Hmmm. That all looks ok, I know what we'd better do..."
"...hop up here for me young man."
"whiz yourself round please. You're no use to me sitting like that. I want you on your knees, your bum in the air please." Phil's friends are now seriously worried. Not for Phil's sake, but because they are next.
Garth and Tom giggle; "Are we going to look at Phil's prostate now Miss?" They insensitively enquire.
"I won't be LOOKING at it, silly boys. No." Tom giggles again, proud of his joke at Phil's expense. "I'll be FEELING it." Phil hopes he heard her incorrectly, he hopes this is all a terrible dream.
It's no good, he can't go through with it. "Miss, what do you mean 'FEEL' it? You can't do that! Can I go back to class now please?" "Nonsense Philip. A simple prostate examination is very straightforward. It could save your life too. Now turn back round and put that bottom in the air please."
The other boys, some of whom were as worried as Phil earlier, some were cocky and joking, are all united in their horror now. Whatever they were expecting before this examination, none of them had discussed the prospect of looking at Phil's bare, exposed bottom while Miss did, well, did whatever she was going to do to it.
None of the boys could see miss smirking to herself. They all can see her squeezing a tube of something on to a finger though, all of them except Phil of course. All Phil can see is the cold hard wall in front of him. He lowers his face into the couch.
"Just relax now, remember, this examination could save your life" says Miss Clutterbuck reassuringly. 'Of course it's rarely necessary unless you're over 50' she thinks to herself.
Phil feels a pressure on his bum hole. It's very cold and unfamiliar, the small tip of her finger feels like it's a baseball bat to him. This would have been bad enough without his friends watching, but as it is he buries his head in his hands and tries to think about something else. "Just relax..."
Her finger withdraws and her left hand prises his cheek a little further to one side.
OOOSH! All of a sudden Phil sees lights before his eyes and his friends all let out an audible gasp. "Now, the prostate, is somewhere up..."
"...HERE!" Her finger buries itself in his hole. Phil feels as if he is going to be pushed head-first through the wall and into the adjoining classroom.
"Yes, I can just about feel it" says Miss Clutterbuck as she works her digit in and out of his rectum.
"I think it's quite healthy. Phil can you feel any specific sensation when I touch it?"
"Tickles." The one tentative word is all Phil can manage between his struggle with his feelings of violation and the strangely pleasant sensation of her moist finger inside him.
"Ideally I'd like a second opinion from a specialist, but I think that's us done for now." Phil feels his entire body heave an involuntary sigh of relief as her finger withdraws.
As soon as he relaxes, he feels the entry of her finger again, travelling its full length inside him this time.
"That's an old nurse's trick!" Miss Clutterbuck proclaims proudly. "Mmm... I'm getting a REALLY good feel of it now. Phil feels her finger inside him, but this time an unfamiliar tingle moves round in his middle, for reasons he doesn't understand he feels his cock tingle. 'There can't be a connection' he thinks.
Phil feels like vomiting now. The sensation of his teacher's finger in his bottom is one thing, but she IS a nurse after all. But why is it making him feel so 'funny'? What does it all mean?
"Hello!" Miss doesn't say anything else. To his horror, Philip knows exactly what she is referring to. The poking and teasing his prostate had been getting has given him an involuntary erection There is nothing he can do about it. Nothing.
She has grabbed it and is yanking at it. 'What is she doing? Why is my cock hard anyway?' Phil fights his emotions, desperate to try and regain his composure, but it is impossible while he's on all fours in front of all his friends.
Thankfully the erection subsides. Miss Clutterbuck continues to tease it with her fingers, her fingers still massaging his prostate.
"There. I think that's you done now Philip, so to speak. You can jump down now." Phil feels the tears of shame well up behind his eyes, and hopes he'll be able to suppress them as he gets up.
It's no good though. A wet salty tear runs down his face. "Is there something that happened then that upset you Philip?" asks Miss Clutterbuck.
"was it maybe something you didn't understand that happened with this?" Phil feels that he's done his bit now, that the day can't get any worse and it's time Miss C stopped singling him out.
"I understood everything that happened PERFECTLY thank you miss." Said Phil squarely as he marches back to his friends. "It's obviously TRUE what the older boys say about her" he whispers to them as he passes, referring to the many rumours about 'over attentive' examinations that had been circling the school for months.
"IS THERE SOMETHING YOU WANT TO SAY TO ME PHILIP?" Miss C is in serious angry mode now, but so is Phil. He plucks up all his courage to hurl at her the most insults he has ever dared utter to any adult in his life: " GET LOST MISS!"
His friends are stony faced, realising the enormity of Phil's action, they are all hoping as one that they won't all be punished because of him.
"Get dressed and get to the headmaster's office. Again!" She says as she hurls his clothes at him.
Phil catches his uniform, but as he does, a piece of paper falls from the bundle. Miss Clutterbuck spots it like an owl spots a mouse.
Miss Clutterbuck can see what it is instantly. Phil feels his blood run cold.
Barely is Phil back on his feet after Miss Clutterbuck has been examining his prostate in front of all the other boys, when she discovers another drawing. A drawing that's not at all the kind of thing she would expect from a St Dunstans boy.She's very cross, but determined the St Catherines girls will have a fulfilling experience, and have a memorable time at St Dunstans. The girls are just as determined as she is, but it's the boys who won't ever be able to forget this particular biology lesson.
Miss Clutterbuck lets out a long, low whistle as she takes in what is on the piece of paper. It is clearly supposed to be a picture of her, naked, legs open, and those swollen breasts familiar to her because of Philip Hart's earlier handiwork. Miss C spots the speech bubble coming from 'her' mouth; 'I'm Miss Clutter FUCK!!!' it says.
Miss talks in a calm and reasonable voice to no one in particular; "Okay. I realise I have, in the past, encouraged you boys to be creative, and that any sign of artistic skills should be encouraged and developed..."
"...however on this occasion I'm going to make an exception. Philip Hart, is this how you think of me? Is this how you see your teacher? Naked with her legs open? Do you think that's right? DO YOU?" Her voice began to intensify, reminding Phil of the way a serial killer in a film he'd seen recently spoke to his victims.
Phil stutters and stumbles over his words, "Miss, errr no, I wouldn't fuck you in a million years, errr I mean I would, I errr... IT WASN'T ME MISS." A nervous tick makes his face look like he's smirking. This makes Miss Clutterbuck instantly furious.
Her face drops, hardens, and reflects a mixture of cross and sad emotions all at the same time. But in an almost involuntary response, her strong left arm flies swiftly towards Phil's face...
...it makes contact and a resounding slap sound echoes round the medical room. All the boys are horrified, seeing Phil there, his pants down and cock swinging from side to side, Miss Clutterbuck going from fingering him up the arse one minute, to beating him up the next.
Phil goes back to his place, his face stinging as a trickle of sweat runs down his spine. "Have you all seen this?" Miss waves the obscene drawing in front of the quivering boys, who stand in their pants and wonder if they are all going to get a slap.
"Do you know what I think? I think this is MY fault. Yes, it is. It's what I get if I treat YOU LOT like adults. I really don't know why I bother, I really don't.""But, but..." protest the boys futilely...
"But, but, but... you sound like an outboard motor. SHUT UP WHEN I AM TALKING. The boys go quiet. Miss prowls up and down, the boys hate it when this happens, they know she's plotting something.
A moment's silence descends, again Phil is reminded of the horror film he saw, and remembers the grizzly scene moments after the serial killer falls quiet in front of each intended victim. Right at this moment Phil would rather be taking his chances with a crazed chainsaw maniac than an enraged Miss Clutterbuck. Unfortunately for him, he doesn't have that choice.
"Ah ha! I know how we can round off the day nicely, especially seeing as you boys have such a strong interest in anatomy, we'll go back to class and give the girls some practical experience. No need to get dressed you'll do as you are." 'They've behaved like dummies all day, so that's how I'll treat them.' thinks Miss Clutterbuck, as pleased as punch with her idea.
Phil can't believe what he's hearing. He doesn't know whether to be glad or not that ALL the boys are in it together this time. They'll all blame him now, but is that worse than him being singled out again? Will standing in his pants in front of the St Catherine's girls be worse than having his prostate fingered by Miss Clutterbuck? Phil doesn't think so.
As miss goes to the door, the incredulous boys wait for her to stop this bluffing and tell them what their real punishment is going to be.
She doesn't stop though, she takes Phil's wrist and says "come on then!" Shaun realises that they'll have to walk right through the whole school to get back to the class - in their pants!
Garth hangs back, hoping his slight tumescence (at the thought of wandering through school in his undies) will subside.
"I don't want you to get too cold, so quick march now, and let's try and resolve some of today as positively as possible." 'There's nothing positive that'll come out of this for anyone' thinks Tommy. 'Those nasty girls are just going to piss themselves when they see us in our pants.'
Miss Clutterbuck purses her lips as she strolls determinedly and swiftly along the dusty corridors of St Dunstans, the seminude boys in tow.
Phil feels her hand as it enfolds his wrist, it's not gripping him tightly, it's firm all right, but otherwise it's warm and tender, defying her harsh words and hideous behaviour. Phil now wishes it was just him being punished - even suspended - that would be better than putting his friends through this.
The relief at not meeting anyone on the way back to class is overshadowed because the boys know that the St Catherine's girls are still there, waiting for them. And here they are, being marched in front of the 'dirty girls' - and in just their pants.
The girls have their noses in books in that suspicious 'we've been larking about, heard Miss coming, and dived back to our seats at the last second' manner. They are thus busy pretending they are so studious they haven't noticed anyone come in.
Mrs Smith is the first person to respond, and she almost chokes on her own tongue as she sees what Miss Clutterbuck has brought back from the medical room.
"Yes Mrs Smith, they are a startling sight aren't they? I've noticed that the boys are VERY interested in anatomy today. I thought I'd bring them back here in the hope that some of that enthusiasm will rub off on the girls."
Bea notices the cartoon character on Phil's pants as he passes and lets out a giggle . All the girls notice how timid and ashamed looking the boys are and wonder what they had done to wind Miss Clutterbuck up so much.
"Well if you aren't staying in the medical room for the rest of the lesson you don't really need me here..."
"Much as I would LOVE to stay and... 'enjoy' the anatomy lesson boys and girls, I'll leave you to it" announces Mrs Smith.
The girls are oblivious to anything other than their own near hysterics at the sight of the boys as they stand almost visibly quivering in their underwear.
"If you're sure you can handle this lot by yourself Miss Clutterbuck...""Oh yes, I can handle them all right, don't you worry.""Oh yes, I can handle them all right, don't you worry."
Phil can't quite make out what the two women are saying, but is pretty sure they are sharing a private joke going about 'handling' him and his classmates. 'No, that can't be what they are saying' he reassures himself, 'teachers would never talk about us like that.'
The boys stand impatiently in line. Phil's shame now complete, he knows that in a few hours this day will be over, and that some time in the future he and his friends will look back at it and laugh. Well, he hopes that's what will happen.
Mrs Smith takes her time passing the boys, looking them each up and down as she goes. Phil closes his eyes and pretends it's not happening.
Garth looks at the old teacher as she stares at his still-swollen crotch. 'I don't know which would be worse' he thinks, 'doing it with one of those filthy St Catherine's girls, or with this old bag.'
"I'll just be down the hall if you need any help!" shouts the older teacher on her way out. Shaun looks after her, hoping she is addressing him, which of course she isn't . Bea catches a glimpse of his white Y-fronts.
Rachel and Katey have noticed a few of the boy's packages as well and are comparing notes on who they think has the most to offer.
"Let's get you up here where the rest of the class can see something other than just your bottoms" orders Miss Clutterbuck.
Bea chuckles at Miss Clutterbuck referring to the boy's bottoms. Sally is more interested in hearing what Miss intends to do with the boys.
"Right Tommy, where were we up to in the book today?""Errr... genitals Miss."
"Very good. Phil come to the front and class, turn to page 88 of your books."
Sally shows Tracey and Bea what's on page 88. "Look! it's cocks and bollocks! What do you think Miss is going to do?"
"Girls, here we have a typical male. There are quite a few differences between, shall we say 'them and us,' that are immediately apparent..."
"Like their spotty backs, smelly socks, and greasy skin" sniggers Bea. Sally is busy thinking of 'other' diferences.
"It's no good you sitting all over the class, come on and gather round so you can get a good look." Phil's legs sag as the St Catherine's girls start to rise from their seats.
As they stand, Margi, Becky, and Sarah discover what's on page 88 too, and thus what Miss Clutterbuck is intending to concentrate on today. It is, coincidentally, what they were talking about anyway.
As Miss Clutterbuck shoves Phil firmly forward, ever closer to the leering girls, he too recalls what was on page 88 and a horrid sick feeling comes over him.
"I realise this is a little unorthodox girls, but I have always thought the best way to learn is by making the most of any 'hands-on' opportunities you come across.""Oh YES Miss, we love 'hands-on' experiences" confirms Rachel.
"Here, of course, is where our breasts grow girls. On the male there is rarely much development in his area." Phil's face reddens as Miss Clutterbuck's finger circles his chest.
Most of the girls are still paying more attention to below Phil's waste than above it. Miss Clutterbuck notices the girl's gaze.
"I AM glad you girls want to focus on today's lesson. I can see how keen and enthusiastic you are to press on, and I won't forget it." Phil can't believe how much the girls seem to be able to get away with, he feels like shaking his head in disbelief, but doesn't want to attract undue attention.
The girls are still not sure exactly what Miss is talking about, surely she's not about to pull his pants down so they can see his cock! Nothing, however, would surprise Phil anymore today. True to form, he once again feels Miss Clutterbuck's warm fingers enter the top band of his underpants.
The girls are astonished to see their teacher, Miss Clutterbuck actually pulling his pants down, his cock springing out.
"Don't worry girls, I realise this is probably the first time you have seen male genitals..." 'She obviously hasn't heard about the swimming lesson' thinks Garth.
Miss Clutterbuck reassures the other girls, who are also feigning shock, as she pulls Phil's underpants down over his cock.
"There, that's nothing to be scared of is it now?!" Phil is incredulous at how Miss Clutterbuck treats the girls like little princesses, while he's stood there with his cock out as if he were some kind of laboratory animal.
"Ooo Miss It's horrid and wrinkled like a stale old sausage" Margi almost guffaws out.
To Phil's horror, all the girls are almost on the floor laughing at this, the table shaking as they try in vain to control themselves.
Miss is still oblivious, and choosing her words carefully, tries her best to reassure them; "It won't DO anything girls, you needn't worry. It needs some 'stimulation' before it can 'work.' " She lets Phil's pants drop to the floor.
Of course all the girls without exception know EXACTLY what Miss Clutterbuck means."I don't know what you mean Miss" says Tracey, as she jiggles from foot to foot, looking down at Phil's limp cock.
"No, of course Tracey you wouldn't know. Anyway, perhaps we should all have a closer look..." Phil is mortified to see the girls moving closer towards him, their eyes focused on his private parts. His legs are rooted to the spot, running away is not an option. Whatever Miss Clutterbuck has in mind, he will have to succumb. Once again he has no choice.
After the humiliation of having his anus examined by his own teacher in front of his classmates, Phil is certain his day of horror is finished, but things have gone from bad to worse and Miss Clutterbuck has deemed it necessary to drag him and all the other boys back into the classroom and has them parading in front of the St Catherine's girls.Miss Clutterbuck is using him like a laboratory rat. Phil wishes he was an animal because then he wouldn't feel the shame and humiliation that's coursing through his veins in place of his blood now. He'd be able to go on as though nothing had happened. Instead, this is something he's going to have to live with for the rest of his life.
Miss Clutterbuck moves round his body prodding and poking at him with her pen like he is a laboratory animal. The other boys look on and wonder fearfully when it will be their turn.
"The nipples, as you can see, are not exactly like your own nipples girls, but they can still be what are called 'erogenous zones.' " She circles Phil's nipple with the end of her pen.
"For instance, if I were to keep doing this, Phil would become quite, errr... 'stimulated' - wouldn't you Phil?"
Phil doesn't have time to answer. Miss raises his left arm and starts talking about his under arm area. She tells the girls to take note of how hairy it is, she talks about 'secretions' and odours. Phil feels a cool breeze run across his body and as he does, he picks up the scent of the girls to his right.
Looking towards them he catches the eye of what seems to him an unmistakably sympathetic face, but from a St Catherine's girl?
Miss Clutterbuck continues to humiliate him. She talks about the lack of hygiene among boys and how they are smelly, especially under their arms, and especially after they've been playing rugby or doing another kind of sport. "It's best to avoid them altogether at those times."
"Although from the look of Philip Hart here, it's him who does the avoiding where sport is concerned." Phil is devastated by this as he's always been proud of his physique. It's not even true about the sport - he does loads. He watches Sarah the blonde girl's face carefully.
"Look at this bicep for instance, or lack of it rather..." she continues, Phil feels tears well up behind his eyes."I bet some of us girls have bigger muscles!"
"This tummy won't be flat for much longer either what with all the pies, chips, and crisps men stuff themselves with. Now look at this line here. Can you see where it leads?"
The girls gaze curiously, following the line of hair that runs from his belly button down. They all know where it leads all right. Phil tries to will their eyes up, tries to keep their line of sight above his waist, but there's nothing he can do. He just has to stand there while all the girls look at his genitals. However, one pair of eyes stays fairly firmly locked on his. It's that St Catherine's girl who smells nice, it's Sarah. Phil is so confused.
"So Miss, is that line of hair where his wee wee goes?" asks Margi shamelessly."No Margi, turn round Phil." Miss Clutterbuck orders as she firmly grips his shoulders and spins him round.
He isn't at all sure if this is a good thing or not, remembering what happened the last time Miss Clutterbuck went anywhere near his bottom. As he thinks this, a twinge shoots up him - it is almost as if Miss C's finger itself is going back up there.
"It's up here, up the rectum or 'anus', where I looked earlier, well felt to be more accurate, as I needed to check Phil's prostate. The prostate helps make sperm, Phil's is about the size of a walnut."
"I don't understand Miss, how did you examine his prostitute?" Asks Sarah, the rest of the girls smirking at her mispronunciation. Miss C chooses to ignore it.
Phil feels her strong firm hands push him forward, as her voice carmly begins to explain to all the girls exactly how she penetrated him with her finger. Phil wishes they were still looking at his cock, and hopes to high heaven that Miss Clutterbuck isn't going to re-examine him, just to show the girls.
"Can you examine MY prostate Miss?" asks Sarah. "You haven't got one, so no" says Miss, which is the firmest she has addressed any of the girls all day. Shaun subconciously covers his own bottom with his hands - He doesn't want Miss Clutterbuck invading HIM up there.
"Let's have a look over the rest of him as we've lots to cover. Right, who can tell me what these red things on Phil's shoulders and back are? That's right, he's a bit spotty. He will grow out of this spotty period though, possibly."
"But moving down from there and over his bottom, or 'posterior'..."
"At least he hasn't got any spots on his bottom" giggles Sarah "my brother's got spots all over his!" "Stuff his bottom, I want to see his willy!" responds Margi.
Miss Clutterbuck overhears their gossiping and much to Phil's horror instead of telling them off what does she do? She congratulates Margi on her enthusiasm. "Yes Margi, we'll look at Phil's penis presently."
Phil can't stand the girls getting away with everything anymore. It's just not fair. And why does it have to be him who's getting the short straw today? Just because of a few stupid drawings. A small sob escapes him. Miss Clutterbuck looks to see what's wrong.
"Okay Philip, I can see you are getting tired. I'm sure the girls can wait until next time, and then make do with the pictures in the books. Let's get you dressed then." Phil feels almost elated, he can hardly believe this horrendous episode is over, for him at least.
"Errr... Miss, don't forget about the Biology exams coming up. I think it would be really helpfull if we could have a closer look today, especially with the school trip next week, we'll be missing a lesson." Phil cannot believe what he is hearing. Surely Miss won't be manipulated by this awful girl.
Before he can do anything, Miss is on her knees and giving the girls a tour of his penis. "I really want to see how it works Miss..." confirms Margi. Shaun's hands are now covering his genitals, hopefully keeping those St Catherine's girls away.
Phil feels his legs quiver as the tip of his teacher's pen strokes along his cock. Miss Clutterbuck is talking about the urethra, and how the penis becomes 'engorged with blood'. It makes Phil feel queasy.
"Do you mean it gets fatter Miss? Does he have to eat a lot of food to get it fatter? Then what happens?" That damn Margi again.Phil is incredulous - he simply can't believe Miss Clutterbuck is continually taken in by these girls and their pretend ignorance about sexual matters. He's surprised half of them aren't pregnant already.
Miss Clutterbuck showed him a flicker of sensitivity a moment ago, but as soon as these girls say anything, they immediately become the priority again.
Miss Clutterbuck puts her pen down and grasps his limp cock. Using a finger and thumb she starts a gentle stroking motion.
"Can you see how the flexible skin along it moves back and forth?"
To Phil's shame, once again his cock begins to rise to Miss Clutterbuck's touch. It is like it was in the medical room, when only the shock of her finger up his arse stopped him from ejaculating all over her after just a few strokes.
"All penises are different of course!" Miss Clutterbuck confides.
"For instance, some are much much longer and rounder than Phil's little fellow."
The boys behind Phil immediately start to worry about the size of their own cocks and try to get a look at his to check how they compare. "Miss, where's that funny bit of skin that they're supposed to have on the end?" asks Becky.
"Not all penises have what's called 'foreskin'" Miss explains as Phil looks shamefully down at his cock.
"Are penises without foreskins very different Miss?" asks Bea. Phil doesn't register an answer from his teacher, he's too busy wishing the day would end, wishing Miss would let go of his cock for one minute, and wishing something awful would happen to ALL the girls in the room.
Miss is still talking about foreskins. Phil tries to switch off. "Can we see one without a foreskin next? Does it hurt when it's pulled back? Can we see one being taken off?" ask the girls.
"Well there are lots of interesting questions there; I can see we're going to have to develop this part of the lesson somewhat." To his right Phil hears Margi spontaneously giggle.
Phil shivers as Miss Clutterbuck continues to be taken in by more and more inane questions from the girls.
He feels increasingly like he is just a piece of meat to them.
Miss Clutterbuck describes in great detail the path of the sperm from his testis, eventually through the urethra and out of the end of his penis.
Behind him Shaun is aghast at what's going on and wishes he was brave enough to make a run for it. He knows he has no choice though, but to do whatever Miss Clutterbuck says.
"the sperm is made in here."
"Is that what's called the bollocks Miss?" Even that obviously disrespectful comment doesn't get a rise out of Miss Clutterbuck.
"We say testicles or testis Margi, now..."
Behind Phil, as Miss refers to the prostate again, Shaun tries to stop himself shaking, only too aware that it's likely he's possibly next in line for the treatment Phil is receiving.
Katey and Sally are fascinated by the way Miss Clutterbuck is handling the naked Phil in front of them.
"And eventually the sperm squirts out of the top here." Miss is pulling hard on the very end of his cock as she says this.
"Going back to your earlier question Margi, the testicles sit inside the scrotum, which you can see here."
To a chorus of "Urgh it's all wrinkled Miss!" a tear rolls down Phil's burning cheek.
Phil has his eyes closed and doesn't notice Bea, who has a question for Miss Clutterbuck.
Miss absentmindedly twiddles the end of his knob as she answers Bea's question.
"Oh Miss, I feel SO much better equipped to cope with the biology 'A' level exams now, but while there are so many boys here, don't you think it would be a good idea if we all had a closer look at one each?" Sarah's request throws Phil's head into a spin.
"YES! Miss Miss! Can we?!" chorus all the girls, hands raised.
"We'll see" says Miss Clutterbuck. "I DO think it's a good idea Sarah, I'll just see how long we've got. In the mean time why don't you have a closer look at Phil's genitals anyway." Sarah is already looking closely at Phil and wonders to herself about his cock: 'It doesn't look like much now, but I bet it gets bigger than my brother's when it gets hard.'
"Okay Miss. Can I touch it? Like this?" "Yes Sarah, feel the scrotum and see if you can gently touch the two testis inside it."
"Ooo... yes Miss! I can!" Sarah looks round to her friends, pleased that she's the first one to pull it off, the first girl to persuade Miss Clutterbuck to let them handle a boy in class. She and her friends can't believe their luck! However Phil, who is still reeling over the handling he had in the medical room by Miss Clutterbuck is a mass of confused emotions because Sarah has her hands on him, all the other St Catherine's girls watching her. He knows what they are up to. Why doesn't Miss notice? 'This just can't be right' he thinks.
"Miss, isn't that how boys wank, by doing what Sarah's doing?" Sally even shocks Sarah with this remark.
Yet again, Miss Clutterbuck brushes over the deliberately inflamatory comment and moves on. "Right, I think it IS a good idea if we try to demistify the male organs in one fell swoop - while you're here at St Dunstans Boy's School." All the boys in unison feel their hearts leap into their mouths. Phil wants the ground to open up and swallow him.
"Hands up who wants to continue working with Phil. Sarah, your hand was up first." Phil notices Sarah's face yet again, the look he saw earlier is back. He's just slightly less confused now, his cock a little 'engorged', as Miss Clutterbuck put it, and all because of Sarah's touch. "Right, you stay there Phil and Sarah, the rest of you..."
"...spread yourselves out round the room. This is going to be a valuable learning experience."
Miss Clutterbuck has yet again singled out Phil Hart for 'special attention'. He doesn't know what he's done to deserve it, but keeps thinking the worst must surely be over. It would have been over too, if not for the St Catherine's girls and their remarkable ability to make Miss Clutterbuck eat out of their hands.The St Catherine's girls want to see the posh St Dunstan's boys squirm and have contrived to put them in the most humiliating position they can manage - in their underpants in the classroom. Now they are going to make the most of it.
“Girls, choose a St Dunstan’s student each or between two of you and find a space.” There is a mere moment’s confusion as the girls of St Catherine’s decide who goes with whom.
As the other boys reluctantly meet their respective St Catherine’s girls, Phil relaxes a little. Sarah seems kinder than most of them.
At that moment she puts her soft warm hands on his body and says “it’s me and you then…” for a brief moment Phil forgets he is in a classroom, and wonders if this is what being on a ‘date’ with a girl feels like.
“Which one of us would you rather shag - if you had a choice?” Sally teases Shaun, who keeps his eyes firmly on the floor.
“You’re quite cute when you aren’t showing off with your stupid mates aren’t you?” says Tracey to Steven. He doesn’t feel cute, but this girl standing so close to him while he’s just in his pants, gives him an instant hard-on. He hopes she doesn’t look down.
“The runt of the litter for us then” Becky loudly tells Katey. ‘You can talk’ thinks Garth to himself.
“Now let’s see if we can find those erogenous zones!” Margi does her near-perfect impression of Miss Clutterbuck, which is so good it sends a chill through Tom, as he thinks back to Phil and how her finger went up his arse.
All of a sudden there she is. The strident voice of Miss Clutterbuck herself interrupts Margi’s impression, which compared to the real thing, isn’t that good after all. She isn’t telling Margi off, just pointing out the places round the room she wants people to go.
Steven and Shaun exchange glances – both not sure of what’s about to happen, neither brave enough to make any kind of ‘stand’ and tell the teacher they don’t want to do whatever it is she has in mind.
“When you are in position girls, remove the pants of whoever you have with you and have a look at the penis, then start to draw it. I’ll come round each one of you in turn shortly.” To Tom’s horror, Margi doesn’t even wait for Miss to finish the sentence.
Tommy listens to her cackle as she sees his cock and feels himself go wobbly and thinks he might throw up.
Margi gazes at his penis - desperate to touch it, she waits for Miss Clutterbuck to instruct the class.
“You still haven’t told us which one of us gives you a stiffy” reminds Sally. “We’ll just have a little look then” Rachel adds as she peels Shaun’s pants down, trying to catch his eye.
“Is everything alright here girls?” “Oh yes Miss, we were just wondering what else you did in the boys' medicals” lies Rachel. Margi reminds her about Phil’s prostate by poking at Rachel's bum with her pen.
Miss Clutterbuck tells the girls about the testicular examination she was going to do and tells them to look closely at Shaun’s testicles. Shaun tries to think of a brick wall, he’s worried that these girls are going to make his cock hard, and that Miss will tell him off, but they spot something else.
“Miss! One’s hanging lower than the other! Is he abnormal?” Sally shocks Shaun with her comment and he thinks ‘great! Thank you so much, did EVERYONE hear that?’
He tries to see his own testicles to check them, as Rachel and Sally draw pictures.
Steven feels Tracey’s breath on his cock, her hands brushing his legs as she pulls his pants off.
Tom feels cold and alone as he stands trying to ignore Miss Clutterbuck, who is talking about Shaun’s testicles and poking them with a ruler.
Becky, who suspects Garth has a hard-on, tries to make sure the rest of the group are watching before she pulls his pants slowly over his cock.
Phil glances down below Garth’s waist and notices that he was recently ‘excited’. Thinking back to Miss Clutterbuck putting her finger up his arse, he’s glad he isn’t the only one prone to inappropriate erections today.
“No Tracey, the penis you have drawn is much larger than Steven’s little chap.”
“We don’t want your drawing to make promises that Steven can’t keep now do we!” Steven didn’t know his penis was particularly small. Thanks to Miss Clutterbuck - he does now.
Becky has a closer look at Garth’s cock, teasing him by squeezing it rhythmically as she examines it.
Phil feels dazed as, a few feet from Miss Clutterbuck’s face, Sarah’s warm, gentle fingers experiment with his foreskin. It tickles at first, but soon a warm feeling fills his tummy and Phil starts to feel the blood rush to his cock.
“So where does the wee come out Miss?” Asks Margi in a purposely squeaky voice. “Pull the foreskin back for a closer look” says Miss Clutterbuck.
Tommy’s foreskin does not go back easily. Margi jerks it roughly.
“Can we try that as well Miss?” asks Rachel, eyeing Shaun saucily. “An excellent idea!” Miss enthuses.
As Margi eases her grip on Tom’s cock, making more gentle backwards and forwards movements with his foreskin, he feels a strangely pleasing tingle.
“You're doing well Tracey. Look at some of the other penises and see how much bigger this one is getting.”
Shaun thinks ‘damn, I KNEW this would happen’ as his cock, with a mind of its own, grows even more under Tracey’s gentle touch.
“Right! There’s something interesting going on here. Who wants to see what happens to a penis when it’s over-stimulated?” The voice of Miss Clutterbuck brings, as usual, nothing but fear to the St Dunstans boys. Especially Shaun.
Without exception every St Catherine’s girl enthusiastically raises an arm.
Phil feels his skin go icy cold as Miss Clutterbuck moves away from Shaun – and toward him. In seconds he’s once again the centre of attention. He can feel the St Catherine’s girls’ eyes as they concentrate on his penis and he just wants the floor to open up and swallow him.
Phil tries to keep his eyes closed. Miss Clutterbuck’s hands feel similar to Sarah’s. As his cock swells he feels guilty thinking about Sarah while Miss rubs his cock. ‘Oh my god’ thinks Phil, horrified as he thinks back to all the changing room gossip he has overheard in the past, ‘this must be what wanking is like!’
Margi watches closely as Miss determinedly masturbates Phil, her hand moving faster and faster.
“Is your arm getting tired Miss?” asks Sarah. “Oh no, I could do this for hours!”
“Can everyone see how much bigger Phil’s penis is getting?” Phil wants to sit down, lie down even, he thinks his legs are about to turn completely to jelly.
He steadies himself with the table as his friends thank their lucky stars that, once again, it’s Phil who has to go through this and not them.
“What will happen Miss?” asks Margi. ‘Good question’ thinks Phil, as he’s never had such intense feelings inside him. Phil notices the room go slightly darker as his vision starts to blur. His legs about to give way, he needs to steady himself with the table.
“Well, when the penis is fully stimulated, Phil will have what’s called an orgasm, and sperm will squirt out of the end here.” Tom, Steven, Garth, and Shaun all try and hide their embarrassment. Miss Clutterbuck’s other hand helps Phil stay on his feet.
Miss rubs the end of Phil’s cock with her thumb and Phil feels involuntary spasms start to make his now rock hard cock twitch like it’s trying to detach itself from his body.
Phil’s obscured vision has developed into a grey haze over his eyes. He can hardly hear anything either - except his own heartbeat. He concentrates totally on the feeling of Miss tugging on his cock – it’s almost as if she is tugging his entire insides out through it.
Phil is dizzy. Battling against a confusing combination of both feeling faint and being desperate to pee, he realises something physical is happening to him and that he has no control over it. He doesn’t really know what it is – not yet.
“Ooo Miss, will we get squirted by it?”
“No, I think you’ll be alright, but if Phil gets any on my new skirt he’ll have to pay for it to be cleaned.” The ‘awful’ St Catherine’s girls guffaw at this.
“Either way, I think we’re about to find out…” Phil’s legs almost give way completely as his teacher manipulates his erection to bring him to the brink of his first chaotic orgasm.
Miss doesn’t stop. As his sperm starts its unfamiliar journey out of his body, the turmoil causes him to stumble. He reaches for the table as Miss Clutterbuck’s warm hand moves up his back.
He keeps his eyes half-closed, trying hard to shut out his surroundings, as the first eruption spurts out of his cock.
As the girls laugh at his embarrassment, Phil tries to see what’s happening to himself, but everything is a blur. Miss keeps wanking him.
Phil tries to will the liquid to stop pumping out, thinking Miss Clutterbuck will tell him off for making a mess, but she has other ideas.
In an attempt to join in with the girls a few of the other boys are laughing at Phil, but they are horrified really and can only imagine what it’s like for him, his teacher wanking him off in front of the class. Phil’s mind is racing as he tries not to cry.
His sperm gathers in a gooey mess on his teacher’s hand.
Phil is breathless after his orgasm, hyperventilating almost. The shame creeps up on him as his sperm starts to dribble off Miss Clutterbuck's hand and down his leg. A nervous grin spreads on to his face as he tries to decide how to excuse himself for making such a mess.
“Now would you like to see Phil’s sperm up close? I have some on my hand so perhaps we could put it under a microscope.”
This is not a popular suggestion with the St Catherine’s girls, whose comments complete Phil’s degradation. “Keep his smelly sperm away from us Miss! It’s filthy! Phil is the most disgusting boy we have ever seen! YUCK!”
