Tracey's Last Day of School

“Tracey Smith! One more interruption from you, and you’re going to the headmaster’s office,” Mrs. Winston yelled.

It was the third time that the teacher had reprimanded her in the first five minutes of class, and Tracey knew that the threat was serious this time. Regretfully, she turned herself from her conversation with Emily, seated behind her, and faced the front.

She and the Emily weren’t great friends. In fact, Tracey thought the other girl to be perfectly odious. With this being their last day of school though, she couldn’t resist telling her classmate that her daddy was buying her a new car and sending her on a summer tour of Europe as a reward for graduating with such high marks. Emily wasn’t nearly as pretty or shapely as herself, and she wasn’t nearly as privileged, either.

Still, it wouldn’t do to get in trouble on her very last day and risk her father getting angry, so she sat still and paid attention to the lecture.

It was tradition at the ABC Academy for the graduating sixth form students to be given instruction on human sexuality on their last two days so that they will be fully prepared for life outside the safety of the chaperoned school dorms. Tracey supposed that this was necessary for most of her sixteen year old classmates, but, as a young woman of eighteen years, she felt that she didn’t need it.

She had her sex life all planned out. She’d open her legs for her husband on their wedding night. Beyond that, he’d only get to sleep with her if she decided that she wanted children, which wasn’t likely.

Given her calculations for her future, she found the subject to be less than worthwhile. Besides, yesterday’s pictorial demonstrating male erections and ejaculation had been quite embarrassing.

Mrs. Winston was just about to project her presentation on female reproduction onto the big screen in the front of the class when there was a knock on the door.

“Pardon me for interrupting, Mrs. Winston. An errant cricket ball reached the car park, and I’m afraid that your automobile has been damaged,” the young student said.

“Oh dear,” she said. “Class, I must see to this situation.”

She turned to her pet student.

“John, please take over today’s demonstration.”

As she headed out the door and John rose to take her place, she called back, “Oh, and don’t let Tracey talk back to you or disrupt the proceedings. If she says one word, send her to the headmaster’s office, and I’ll see to it that she doesn’t graduate.”

With that, she was gone, and John began fiddling with the computer.

“Well, I can’t seem to get the file to open, so we’re going to have to improvise. I need a volunteer. How about you, Tracey?”

‘What could he possibly need me for?’ Tracey thought.

She gave John the same sweet smile that she used on him throughout their school careers to coerce him into helping her with her assignments. The thought of their argument just last night about how she had led him on for years without “putting out” didn’t even enter her mind.

Of course she hadn’t “put out!” She found the very idea of rewarding the poor boy with any sort of carnal knowledge of her body, or even a kiss, simply repulsive. He should have been happy that she, as pretty as she was, would even talk to someone like him. She had slapped his face, turned, and strutted away.

“Well?” John said. “Are you coming up here or are you going to see the Headmaster Chambers?”

Amazed that the boy hadn’t responded to her flirting, she glared at him and strode to the front of the room.

“Class, we have in front of us a fine example of the female form.”

“More like a fine example of a bitch,” Emily said under her breath.

Tracey gasped at the comment, but John apparently hadn’t heard it.

“John, I’m afraid that I can’t see much of the form what with the uniform covering so much of it,” Emily said.

“Hmm. I see your point. Perhaps we should have our volunteer remove the uniform. What do you think?”

With the exception of Tracey, the class was unanimous in its agreement.

‘Surely he can’t possibly think that I’m going to strip to my underwear?’ Tracey thought.

Though proud of her huge breasts and fit body, Tracey didn’t ever show it off. She knew that the girls thought that she was being snooty by not ever showering when there was anyone else in the communal shower and for changing in the water closet stalls, but the truth was that her father had instilled his quite conservative views on covering one’s body in her. Consequently, she had become painfully shy about anyone seeing her even slightly uncovered.

“Well, Tracey, please take off your uniform.”

“I’m not going to…”

“Excuse me? You’re NOT going to what? I don’t know what you think you’re NOT going to do, but you’re definitely not going to stay in the class with that uniform on. Either get it off or go directly to Mr. Chambers office.”

Tracey was surprised at the force with which he spoke to her, and, for one of the few time in her life, she didn’t know what to do. On one hand, taking off her clothes in front of her fellow students was unthinkable! On the other hand, not doing so would, ironically, risk her daddy’s wrath and the cancellation of her wonderful summer plans.

“NOW!”

She flinched as John’s shout broke her out of her stupor. Without really considering what she was doing, she began unbuttoning her shirt.

‘What am I doing?’ she thought as she slowly revealed her lacy bra and her pale, encased globes to the assemblage.

‘Surely this isn’t happening. It has to all be a bad dream,’ she thought as her blue shirt fell from her hands and landed in a heap on the floor, leaving the class to gawk at her taut stomach.

She glanced imploringly at John but found no mercy in his hard eyes.

She quietly unzipped her plaid skirt and let it fall to her feet. She stepped out of the garment and stood stunned in just her bra, white bikini cut panties, blue knee high socks, and navy flats.

She barely noticed when John resumed his lecture.

“As you can see, Tracey’s body is in its prime. There’s not an inch of fat to be pinched with the exception of her quite large breasts. That combined with her narrow waist and rounded hips gives her the ideal hourglass figure so admired in past decades. Even though she doesn’t have the trim figure now considered the ideal, it’s still a fine example.”

Tracey blushed red as he talked so specifically about her body.

“Now let’s move on to female reproduction.”

Tracey took that as her cue to leave and bent down to gather her clothes.

“What are you doing?”

“I thought that you were finished with me.”

“You thought wrong. Hand those things to me.”

She did so, and he continued with his instruction.

“There are generally three signs of arousal for a female: hardening of the nipples, enlargement of the clitoris, and secretion of vaginal fluid. As you can see by looking at Tracey’s breasts, the first of these signs is evidenced by the bumps protruding through the material of the bra.”

“I can barely see the bumps. Maybe it would be better if she removed the bra?” Emily said.

“Good idea. Tracey?”

The nerve of him telling her to take off the only thing covering her top while standing in front of the entire class! She should give him what for!

Instead, she meekly unlatched the straps behind her back and shrugged the garment off her shoulders. Tears welled up in her eyes as she displayed her firm tits to everyone.

“Excellent,” John said. “You can now clearly see by the hardness of her nipples that she is aroused.”

“Excuse me, John, but the hardness could simply be because she finds it to be cold in the room being exposed as she is,” Emily said.

“Good point. We really should examine her for other signs to be sure. Tracey, you’re going to have to remove the knickers as well.”

Tracey couldn’t believe that she was stripping naked in front of these children who were so far beneath her. Before she knew it, they were all staring at her thick blonde bush as she stood there, arms at her side, wearing only knee highs and shoes. How did it come to this?

“John, her pubic hair is so overgrown that I can’t tell if her clitoris is engorged or not. All that tangle is quite disgusting really.” Emily said.

“A shaven look would be better for demonstration purposes. I had no idea that she had so much down there. Weird that she doesn’t even trim it. Does anyone have a razor?”

Tracey heard the words but couldn’t grasp their meaning. She was already naked. Surely they weren’t going to make her bare as well.

“I happen to have one in my gym bag. Unfortunately, I don’t have any cream.”

“That will have to do, Emily. Let’s have her sit down. Would you mind doing the shaving?”

The dry razor hurt something awful, and Tracey was left with quite a rash afterwards. The worst part, though, was when Emily stepped away and revealed the view of Tracey’s spread legs and hairless crotch to the students. Everyone in the class could see simply everything!

“Much better,” John said. “We can now clearly see that the clitoris is indeed enlarged.”

“What about the third sign?” Emily asked.

“It’s hard to see the vaginal fluid being that it’s clear, but I can certainly smell it. Can you?”

A lot of heads nodded.

“If she had any hair left, it would surely be matted. Without it though, I can only tell by the glistening. Maybe I should check.”

Tracey was completely unprepared to have John stick his finger in her pussy.

He quickly pulled it out and held it up to the class.

“She’s certainly well lubricated. I slid right in there with no resistance until I touched the hymen. I can’t believe that she’s still a virgin at eighteen!”

A lot of the students laughed.

“All right, class. Are there any questions?”

A boy in the back called out “She looks weird wearing the socks and the shoes. She should get rid of those as well.”

“I kind of like the look, but I can understand your desire for completeness.”

He had her stand and remove her remaining garments. Now well and truly naked, she was forced to do whatever her classmates wanted. One boy had her jog in place while her enormous jugs bounced frantically, much to the delight of her audience. A girl had her turn around so that they could see her butt, and another followed up on the theme by having her bend over and spread her ass checks so they could see her hole.

These suggestions went on for a good quarter hour until Emily spoke up.

“We’ve talked a lot about arousal, but I think that it would be instructive to see her reach orgasm.”

“That’s a fantastic idea,” John said. “Tracey, sit back down in the chair and show us how you masturbate.”

Tracey finally spoke up. Her voice came out as a whisper when she said, “I can’t.”

“What do you mean ‘you can’t?’”

“I don’t know how.”

“You can’t expect us to believe that you’ve never diddled yourself,” Emily said.

Tracey didn’t respond but looked straight at the floor.

“Maybe you could teach her,” John said.

Emily had the naked girl sit back down and spread her legs. Then she guided Tracey’s right hand down to her clit.

“There. Now just start rubbing.”

Just then, the classroom door opened and the headmaster, Mr. Chambers, walked in.

Tracey, though embarrassed that yet another person would be seeing her like this, was relieved. Surely he would end mortifying experience!

John spoke up.

“Mrs. Winston left me in charge of teaching female sexuality when she was called away. Tracey volunteered to help out and was just about to demonstrate masturbation.”

“I see. Carry on.”

Instead of telling them to stop, Mr. Chambers took a seat in the front row!

Realizing that there would be no reprieve, Tracey began rubbing the exposed folds of skin and couldn’t believe how good it felt. Her body had responded to her humiliation by becoming more and more aroused. She didn’t know if she had ever truly been horny before, but her level of stimulation at this moment was unbearable. Her first hesitant strokes soon became frantic. A wave soon swept through her body, her back arched off the chair, and a satisfied moan escaped her lips.

Before she had a chance to analyze the fact that she had just cum, her first time ever, in front of all her peers, Emily pressed a long white device in her hand that looked kind of like a flashlight but without the bulb on the end. Emily flipped a switch, and the pointed end started vibrating.

Tracey felt her hand being guided so that the pulsing tip penetrated right into her gaping hole.

If her rubbing her own clit had felt wonderful, she didn’t know enough superlatives to describe how this felt. Instinctually, she began moving the device in and out of her wet pussy. Soon orgasm after orgasm racked her body, and she treated her audience to screams of pleasure.

She remained blissfully unaware of her surroundings until Emily grabbed the vibrator from her. The realized that the class must have ended because a few students were starting to head for the door.

Once she recovered enough to think, she looked about nervously for her clothes, but they were all gone. As she headed out into the corridor completely naked, she thought ‘it’s going to be a long day.’

The End

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