The Evil that Lurks in the hearts of a gang of girls.

At the beginning of my senior year at St Clements I learned that a new teacher had been assigned to teach senior English to the honors class. My parents had been given a brief bio sketch of his credentials
It seems he had been training to become a teaching brother in an order but last year, after completing his teaching credentials, he had decided not to pursue the religious life. Since St. Clements, an all girl school, had an open position for an english teacher he applied and was hired.

On opening day I went to my English class and was pleasantly surprised. Mr. Munson was young and very good looking. He had a trim body and was of average height. His hair was curly gold over a sensitive handsome face. I immediately loved his smile
He seemed very shy and unsure of himself, as he looked over the class- an honors group of females. He introduced himself. “This is my first teaching experience,“ he said, “so I hope I don’t disappoint you.“ After a few more words of what he wanted to accomplish, he handed out the course objectives, an outline of assignments for the semester and a statement breaking down the weight of each element we would be evaluated on. He discussed the first assignment, what he expected and when it was due even though these were all spelled out on the outline of assignments.

Things went along smoothly for the first couple weeks but he remained shy and would show his embarrassment if he made a mistake. One day I was working on an assignment at my desk and was totally preoccupied. I was wearing a short skirt and hoisted it up a bit to scratch an itch on my thigh. I spread my legs as I scratched while remaining completely absorbed in the assignment I was working on. About that time I looked up and saw Mr. Munson staring at my semi exposed crotch. When he saw me look at him, when he knew I had caught him peeking at my panties, he turned scarlet. I looked up at him and smiled knowingly. With his face still bright red he put his head down and studied the papers on his desk. A week or two later, while walking down one of the aisle he tripped and started to fall. He reached out to keep from falling and his hand landed right on Ginnie Roberts left breast. He took his hand away and his face turned scarlet. “I’m sorry,” he said to Ginnie. Ginnie smiled up at him. “I’m not, she said. After that we always referred to Ginnie as the girl with boob that foiled a fall.

I noticed that he was always shy and tentative with the girls in the class, almost as though he was afraid of them. He became almost a daily topic of discussion when a group of us met in the lunchroom to eat. One girl asked if we thought he was gay. How can you tell though he does seem to be afraid of women? Do you think that‘s an indicator? Then I said, “Well he does seem terrible embarrassed about anything sexual- look how he reacted when he got a peek of my panties and how he reacted when he touched Ginnie’s tit.

We finally decided on a plan to put him to the test. There were five of us from the lunch group. We were certain the other girls in the class would refuse to take part and even report us if they knew about our intentions so we wanted to keep it quiet. We decided that one of us each day would pull her skirt up to her thighs, slide down in her seat, and spread her legs. It had to be causal, an accident of position so he wouldn’t know it was deliberate. Sally volunteered to go first. The other four of us were watching her as about ten minutes into the class she nonchalantly eased up her skirt and slid down in her seat. Mr., Munson was looking the other way but when he looked in Sally’s direction, he blushed and stopped in midsentance. He cleared his throat and turned his head away from Sally. Sally remained as she was and every so often he would turn back and look at her again. He finally went and sat behind his desk and I guessed he was having expansion problems. Each day a different girl would do what Sally did. When if was to be my turn, I went out and bought some new panties- sheer and scanty. When he looked down at me I looked back at him with a half smile and tapped my teeth with my pencil. He went and sat behind his desk again but he look in my direction and when I caught him looking he would look away. I could see him breathing more deeply, as he squirmed in his seat and maintained a constant blush. Finally he got up and excused himself saying, “I need a sip of water. Doris got up and looked out the glass door. Sure enough he was at the water fountain splashing water on his face. He wiped his face with his handkerchief. Donna went to each of the other four girls in our group and whispered “ Let’s all five of us do it when he comes back.”
When he came back in the five of us were slouched in our seats with our skirts pulled to our mid thighs. As he continued the lesson each of us nonchalantly spread our legs. Wherever Mr. Munson turned his head there was a girl with her legs spread . He seemed agitated , totally confused and for the first time I saw a gigantic bulge in his pants. The others noticed it too and as if on cue we started giggling. He turned and went behind his desk and told us to read the next short story he had assigned. He buried his head in a book but every so often he would look up and glance at the panties I had gotten just for his eyes.
When class was over I saw him head for the principal’s office. “Oh, oh We’re in for it now,” I thought. When he met with Sister Marie he had had a hard time explaining his problem. He finally got out that some of the girls in his second period English class were exposing themselves. When sister asked what he meant he said that they spread their legs so so their ... their.
“underwear, Mr, Munson” Is that what you mean?”
“ Yes “ he said they expose their underwear.”
Sister laughed. “Why are you so concerned. They are just young girls and sometimes young ladies of that age are very careless about how they sit. They forget what they have been taught and aren’t even aware of
their sitting posture. I know it can be embarrassing especially for someone who hasn’t been exposed to young carefree, undisciplined teenagers but after all it’s just underwear. the same thing you see in store windows. Thosé girls in your class are all fine young pious women, honor students, and they would never intentionally do anything that was in any way improper. But I see you are very concerned so I will come and speak to you class tomorrow.”

The next day she showed up at the start of Mr. Munson’s class. We were terrified that she would take us out, call our parents, suspend us or whatever. We all sat up straight with our legs tight together. But she came with a big smile and said. “I want to take a bit of Mr. Munson class time to remind you girls of something I know you are well aware of. That is that you must always conduct yourselves as decent young ladies and that means being modest at all times - how you stand , how you sit , how you walk. And being especially careful of how you sit when a gentleman is present. Now Mr. Munson has told me that some of you are careless about how you sit in class and he thought it would be a good idea if I reminded you of what you all know - that you must be careful not to be occasions of sin -for yourself or someone else.

When she left we all giggled with relief . She had not the slightest thought that it was done deliberately. When we met in the lunch room one of the group said “Well, I guess we found out he wasn’t gay. You could see he was getting hard every time he looked at us.. We were driving him nuts. That‘s why he had to run off to Sister Maria “ Then Judy said, “Well it was fun while it lasted. Now what will we do for excitement? “
“Wait a minute, I said . “Why does it have to end. He’ll never go back to Sister Maria. He would never report us again. He knows she would think he was paranoid or a pervert or something.. He wouldn’t go tell her again.“ “
“So what are you suggesting,? “Sally asked.
“Let’s try something else.” We discussed the possibilities for awhile.
“How about something new every week Let’s make next week boobs week. Then something else the next week.”
Leslie volunteered to go first for our boobs week. On Monday of the next week she wore a jacket to hide her front from the nuns and other students and took it off in Mr. Munson’s class. Underneath she wore a sheer white shirt with no bra. She undid the top buttons of her shirt revealing a deep cleavage. At first Mr. Munson didn’t seem to notice her. We were working on a written assignment so she raised her hand and asked him to come help her. She had unbuttoned a third button so as he looked down at her work he got a full view of her ample tits. He took a breath, almost a gasp, looked startled and the familiar blush returned. He pulled himself together and looked down at Leslie’s paper. Very casually Leslie moved her arm back until her elbow found Mr. Munson’s erection. She moved her arm back and forth and acted as though she wasn’t aware of what she was doing. Mr. Munson just stayed in place and we suddenly realized that he was enjoying the elbow rubbing that Leslie was giving him. He stayed longer that was necessary helping Leslie. We now knew we were starting to break him down. During the week each of us followed Leslie's lead, had him come to help us, giving him a good view of our breasts. None of us had the nerve to use our elbows as Leslie had. Susan was the last girl for boobs week and she wanted to outdo all of. us.
When he bent down to help her, which he seemed to do with relish after his experience with Leslie, she gently took his hand from her paper and slipped it under her shirt and rested it on her breast. After about 30 seconds she said in her little girl voice -”Oh, Mr Munson, what are you doing?“. He quickly drew his hand away and said “I’m sorry , Leslie “Well you should be, “she said. indignantly.

After class we met in the lunch room as usual.. “Ok girls, where do we go from here.”\
“ We’ve just about completely broken him Let’s call in the heavy artillery. Next week let’s go back to plan A excepting without any panties. “ The other four girls agreed and I volunteered to be the first.
Monday came and I took my usual seat in the front of the room. About half way through the class, I pulled up my skirt slid down in my seat and spread my legs. This time when he looked at me he didn’t see panties but a naked crotch. He actually gasped. Then he said “ Miss Moore, I want to see you after school today.”

I figured he was exasperated with all that was going on and he was determined to put a stop to our behavior. I supposed he was going to make an example of me. After school I went to his room, not knowing what to expect. I walked in and he closed the door.. I sat on top of one of the desks.. “Miss Moore," he said . “I hope you realize the position I am in. I’m here just trying to do my job, educating you young women and , well some of the things you and some of your classmates have been doing have ... well ...have made it very difficult. for me."
“ Gee, I’m sorry to hear that, Mr Munson,. What kind of things?” As I was talking to him I put my elbows on my thighs and began easing my skirt up with my elbows..

“Well, I think some inappropriate behavior . Now maybe it was unintentional but - well it was of a sexual nature and inappropriate even if it was unintentional.

Now I spread my legs, put my elbows on my thighs and rested my chin on my hands. “ I guess I don’t know what you mean, Mr. Munson.”

But he wasn’t listening to me now. he was just staring at the space between my legs. I reached out and took his hand “ Do you like what you see. Mr. Munson?” Then I pulled his hand up and put it on my pussy which was now oozing liquid. He had a puzzled look on his scarlet face. "Ginnie, Miss Moore, this isn’t , this shouldn’t be happening .” I moved his hand around on my pussy.
“But it is, Mr Munson,” and I reached out and unzipped his pants. “ Got something in here you’d like to show me?” I asked. He was too startled to answer. “My oh my. Look whatI found,” I pulled out his cock. “Nice," I said,” very nice. Do you play with this often? “ He seemed too shocked to respond. “Do you play with it like this?” and I began to roll it between my palms and pump it up and down. “Ginnie, I...” but he couldn’t finish. I was jerking it one last time when the door opened and Sister Maria walked in. As she stepped into the room, Mr. Munson let out a groan and a moan and his juices shot up into the air. “Mr. Munson, what is going on here?“ Sister shouted. Put...put that thing away... Mr. Munson just stood with his deflated penis looking ashamed. “Ginnie what’s the meaning of this.”
“ I couldn’t help it, Sister. Mr Munson told me if I didn’t jerk... play with his penis he would give me failing grades so I.. I know I shouldn’t have done it but I had to think about getting into a good college and..."
“ All right, Ginnie. I realize he was taking advantage of you. You run along now. And Mr. Munson, you leave too. And don’t come back. This school will not tolerate perverts like you.”