("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._
`6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`)
(_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-'
_..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,'
(((' (((-((('' ((((
K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N
_________________________________________
WARNING!
This text file contains sexually explicit
material. If you do not wish to read this
type of literature, or you are under age,
PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!!
_________________________________________
Scroll down to view text
--------------------------------------------------------
This work is copyrighted to the author © 2006. Please
don't remove the author information or make any changes
to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial
"free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites.
Thank you for your consideration.
--------------------------------------------------------
Sex Ed
by L. T. Eschew (address withheld)
***
On an alternate Earth where women are completely
subservient to men and to older women, high school
health class is a lot more interesting. (MF-teens,
reluc, bi, 1st, sci-fi)
***
Heads turned as Mrs. Silverton gently led Katie into
the classroom, fingers wrapped around the girl's soft
and slender arm. Katie looked down shyly as she
shuffled in, not entirely sure why all the eyes were
upon her, not really wanting to be a star. Her shiny,
chin-length black hair framed and covered her face,
arms together, listening as the classroom full of boys
murmured and whispered.
Room 401, a lab-style classroom with Formica tables
complete with gas pipes, five or so boys in their
neatly pressed white uniform shirts sitting at each
table. At the front of the class was a much larger
table, covered now with a thin white cloth, in front of
the dry erase board at the head of the class. It was
there that Mrs. Silverton led Katie, turning the girl
around sharply.
Mrs. Silverton placed a fingertip under Katie's chin
and made her hold her head up. "Eyes forward dear,"
Mrs. Silverton instructed. "You're going to help me
teach my class today, so you'd best not be rude to the
boys." Katie nodded meekly. "Class: I'm sure you
already know this freshman girl from Mr. Holland's home
room, but everyone please say 'Hi Katie.'"
"Hi Katie," came the unison, sarcastic response from
the twenty boys spread out across the biology lab.
"Is there anything you'd like to say in introduction
Katie?"
The girl shook her head, trying her best to keep her
gaze from slipping down again. Despite her shyness she
wasn't terribly awkward for a fourteen-year-old girl,
arms and legs more or less in proportion, a little
fleshy still, "baby fat" as they say, but still a
rather lean girl, and beginning to develop into a young
woman. However Katie had just been moved into Warwick
High a few weeks ago, and felt rather shy and out of
place.
Mrs. Silverton, who was a petite woman but still a good
half-head taller than Katie, smiled softly and brushed
a few strands of jet black hair from the girl's face.
"Well that's okay dear. You can stay completely silent
for the rest of the class if you want to. Just do as
you are told." Now she turned slightly and addressed
the class, restless sophomore boys for the most part,
shifting in their seats, fiddling with pens and pencils
and shredded notebook paper.
"Now I'm going to start very basic, and make sure that
you've all been paying attention for the last two weeks
of class." Mrs. Silverton pointed at the girl with the
short black hair "Now what is this?"
Murmurs. Then Tommy Miller chuckled and answered
"Um...a girl?"
"From now on raise your hand please. But yes. This," an
elaborate gesture, "is a girl. A fairly random one that
Mr. Holland volunteered to be my teacher's assistant
for today." Mrs. Silverton gave the class a sardonic
smile. She was a middle aged woman, with long hair that
had gone gray-white before its time, but a youthful
face and relatively few wrinkles. "And next an equally
simple question: what is a girl for?"
The looks around the class ranged from bemused to
confused. Short freckly Billy Tanner raised his hand
first.
"Yes Billy." Mrs. Silverton pointed.
"They're uh...for doing whatever they are told.
Dangerous work like mining and stuff?"
"Well, that's one thing that girls or women do. That's
a societal thing, though there are many biological
reasons that women serve that function. For extra
credit: does anyone know why?"
Sly James Malick, a boy who usually kept quiet and sat
in the back of class, raised his hand and was called
on. "Because there are more women than men right?
Because a baby is three times more likely to be female
than male, because of the way the chromosomes are set
up?"
"Wow, you really have been reading up. Nice James."
James blushed a bit. "That's what girls do, and one of
the reasons why. But basically, physically: what are
girls made for?"
Now Tommy had it, his hand shooting up, an aggressive
"oh-oh-oh" coming out of his mouth.
"Yessss Tommy?"
"They're for making babies. More people. Getting
pregnant and giving birth and all that stuff we've been
talking about."
"Exactly Tommy. All that stuff. Pretty complicated
stuff I might add. For the past two weeks we've been
going over the abstract of it. Hopefully you've been
paying attention, because there are a lot more
questions to come. But today we're going to move from
the abstract to the real and practical stuff, with
Katie's help."
Mrs. Silverton turned again to Katie, pulling a chair
up beside the girl. "Now Katie, would you please remove
your cloths and place them on this chair?"
The girl's eyes shot open, wide wide open, in
disbelief, which quickly turned to pleading fear, her
arms unconsciously hugging to the white tank top with
red trim. "Oh please no Mrs. Silverton!"
Katie's lip quivered as the teacher's full attention
turned on her, the bemused smile instantly transforming
into an icy glare. "You will remove your cloths and set
them on this seat this instant young lady. And if you
disobey an order from me a few more times I'm sending
you to The Farm. Do I make myself clear?"
Katie nodded meekly, a little moisture gathering at the
corners of her eyes, suppressing a sob with a whimper,
her hands sliding down to her waist, tugging the
hemline of her tight tank top up a bit, uncovering her
tummy. The boys were squirming like crazy now, whispers
passing from table to table, laughing with excitement.
That same icy glare that Mrs. Silverton had given Katie
turned on them however, and the room fell relatively
silent, especially as the girl slipped the top over her
head, arms crossing and uncrossing, messing up her
face-framing black hair, slowly setting the piece of
fabric down on the chair beside her.
Beneath it the girl wore a black bra, contrasting
sharply with her pale creamy skin. Now she kicked her
shoes off, one then the other, slipping them under the
chair with her foot. Next she dipped her fingers under
the waistband of her loose knee length plaid skirt,
wiggling a little, shoving the skirt down to pool
around her ankles. She stepped out of it and set that
too and set it on the chair.
The room was ghostly silent now, every boy's eyes wide,
watching, not wanting to miss a thing. Beneath the
skirt Katie wore tight white brief-style panties with
black trim on the legs and waist. There was a slight
pause, the girl awkwardly shifting from foot to foot,
bending down and sliding one sock off her heel and
foot, then another, standing up straight and taking a
deep breath, having a hard time keeping her hands at
her side.
Mrs. Silverton cleared her throat. "We haven't got all
day dear." Katie nodded, reaching back behind her and
gently unhooking the back of her bra, tilting her body
ever so slightly forward and letting the bra spill into
her arms, then very shyly out of those arms, and onto
the chair. Her breasts were small, developing and as
pale as the rest of her, but far from flat.
Her fairly large, brightly pink nipples began to
immediately poke out in the cool bio-lab air. There was
another deep breath before she bent over slightly,
facing the class, slipping her fingers under the
waistband of her panties and bending all the way down
as she pushed the white cotton briefs to her ankles,
stepping out of them, standing up strait and setting
her panties down on the gathering pile of cloths.
"Hands at your sides please dear, and try to stay
fairly still."
And there she was, nude in front of this class of
mostly strange boys, trying not to catch anyone's eyes,
a deep blush blooming on her pale face and her paler
flesh. Her hands limply hung at her sides, fingers
curling and uncurling as the boys watched intently,
most wide and bright eyes wandering up and down her
body, especially over the sparse dark patch of pubic
hair that now served as her only cover. Mrs. Silverton
eyed the girl appraisingly too. "Now not entirely the
type of body I was looking for but," she winked at the
class. "I'm sure none of the boys object."
Heads shook. "You have a bit of a patch growing there,
though it's certainly not like a full grown woman's
bush. Next time we do a demonstration like this I'll
make sure that the girl is shaved first, so my boys can
get a clear view of everything. But we'll start," Mrs.
Silverton placed her hand, which wasn't doctor-cold but
still made Katie shiver, on the girl's chest "up top."
Then the teacher's hand cupped a bit, lifting Katie's
small soft a-cup breast just a little bit, fingers
pressing in and squeezing heedlessly.
"Now this girl isn't quite developed enough to show you
everything that can be done with them, but as you can
see the mammary is made of soft fatty tissue. What is
this tissue for?" She looked around the class, picked a
hand.
"Producing milk?" answered Bobby Selmick.
"Exactly. When a woman has given birth to a child she
can feed that child with her breasts. If Katie here was
of age and had given birth to a child I could pinch
here" a little tweek to Katie's erect pink nipple,
eliciting a start "and milk would come out. Or um..."
Mrs. Silverton pursed her lips as an idea hit her. "To
give you a better idea," she reached up to the straps
of her denim, overall dress, undoing one of the straps
and uncovering the pink t-shirt that the teacher wore
beneath.
Deftly and without any modesty Mrs. Silverton tugged
that shirt up, and out flopped one of her breasts, bare
as Katie's and a lot larger, hanging a little with the
wear and tear of gravity, freckled and fairly tan, with
a large dark red nipple at the center.
"This is more of what a mother's breast is like. After
all I've mothered three children. Now for just a second
we'll pretend that Katie is the fourth." The teacher
held her breast up with one hand, her other hand
tugging Katie around to face her, making the teenage
girl bend down slightly. "Now dear, please wrap your
lips full around this nipple and suck. The way you suck
on say...a lollypop or whatnot. And be very careful not
to use your teeth."
The freshman girl's eyes were wide and frightened,
"Mrs. Silverton, this is really, really..."
"None of your lip. Now!" The teacher pulled on the
girl's hair, pressing Katie's face against her large
round breast, and after a moment's awkwardness Katie
closed her eyes, lips wrapped firmly around Mrs.
Silverton's large dark red nipple, making faint
suckling noises. The teacher smiled. "Now that's it.
Not so bad is it?"
There was a full mouthed mumble from bellow. As Katie
continued Mrs. Silverton addressed the class again.
"There's a secondary use for breasts as well. Being
meant to be sucked upon they are extremely sensitive,
especially around the nipple." As she instructed the
teacher pinched and rubbed the little nipple of one of
Katie's breasts between her fingers.
"Don't underestimate this area, and the ability to
stimulate a girl through touching it. Now why would you
want to stimulate a girl pleasurably?" Another sharp
little pinch, Katie quietly gasping against the larger
woman's soft breast, eyes closed, suckling, bent over,
her slim little butt pointed towards one side of the
class, some very lucky boys sitting and watching from
those two tables. The class was silent, stumped.
"Sigh. Just like boys not to know. If you stimulate a
woman it makes the actual sex act smoother, because her
vagina will be lubricated. Of course I imagine our
Katie here is pretty dry. Stage fright sort of does
that."
With that, Mrs. Silverton not-so-gently pushed Katie
back, forcing her to a standing position. Equally swift
Silverton tucked her breast, wet with Katie's saliva, a
trail of which lingered and hung between the girl's
lips and the woman's nipple, back under her t-shirt and
set the strap of her denim dress back up. There was a
slight "Awww," from the peanut gallery. The teacher
chuckled.
"Okay, now Katie, I want you to sit on the big front
lab table here." Mrs. Silverton patted the cloth
covered tabletop as she said this. "It shouldn't be too
cold."
A gulp, and Katie complied, sitting up on the edge of
the table, easing back. Her feet dangled well above the
floor, knees pressed together, and with a nervous stray
hand Katie brushed the now tangling strands of strait
black hair away from her eyes, blowing a few rogue
locks back with a puff of her pouty little lips.
"Good. Now," Mrs. Silverton adjusted with her insistent
hands as she instructed, placing a hand upon each of
Katie's knees (which seemed tiny under her palms,) and
roughly plied the girl's legs apart. "Now class, please
stand up and file to the front of the classroom. I want
you to be orderly, line up elbow to elbow so no one
gets a better view than the other boys. If anyone is
disruptive they will see that in their grades for this
semester."
The boys gulped, mumbled, chuckled, standing up slowly,
though each and every one of them stood in an awkward
position. Without even looking back Mrs. Silverton
added "I want you all to stand up strait too. Just as
erect and straight as those little hard-ons I know you
all have. I know it's a little awkward under your
pants, and around these other guys, but I don't want
you to be ashamed. This is all a part of the natural
process I'm teaching you about today. Now: forward!"
The boys all marched up, shoulder to shoulder, in their
starched white dress shirts and slacks, and more or
less each of them had an uncomfortable bulge pressing
against those slacks. Mrs. Silverton stepped back
slightly, giving them a full view of Katie as she sat,
legs splayed, knees bent and feet dangling over the
edge of the table. The girl squirmed a bit, but with
each motion to press her knees together Mrs. Silverton
pressed back much harder. "Now spread your legs like a
good little live model please Katie. Don't worry,
there's only another two hours left to this lab. And
then you're free."
And as the boys pressed in, eagerly staring, the
teacher suddenly slid her hand down to Katie's belly,
fingertips just brushing against the little patch of
black and curling pubic hair. Two fingers slid down
even lower, pressing, parting, and always instructing.
"Now this is a girl's sex. Her pubic hair is fairly
sparse so you can mostly see...and there." After
playing around a little bit Mrs. Silverton had found
the right way to fully dilate Katie's lips, and now all
the boys could see beneath the pink edges, the ruby-red
soft flesh beyond, the black hint of the hole that was
Katie's vagina. The little freshman squirmed slightly,
deep breaths again and again, trying to hold still.
"Now class, what are we looking at here, where my
fingers are parting?"
Bobby Selmick had the answer once again. "The vagina?"
"Precisely."
As soon as the girl had gotten comfortable Mrs.
Silverton's persistent fingers had Katie squirming
again. Two fingers still held the lips apart, and a
third, Silverton's thumb, was pressing at a little fold
of thin, tender skin just above Katie's vagina. "Now
look closely class. It's hard to see because it's the
same color as the rest of the skin here, but" (her
thump poked slightly under the fold of skin, the hood,)
"what part of the girl's anatomy is this?"
There was an awkward pause, the sound of feet
shuffling, then an especially red-faced freshman who
had been silent up till now, Johnny Singer, raised a
tentative hand. He brushing his bushy blond hair away
from his square glasses with that hand rather than
making it shoot up, stammered briefly, then answered "I
believe that's her clitoris, Mrs. Silverton."
"Exactly John! Glad to see someone's been reading.
This," the thumb-tip swirled slightly against Katie's
skin-tone little nub, her sex folded fully open by the
teacher's deft fingers "is Katie's clitoris, the spot
to rub, very, very gently, if you want to get a girl
sexually exited. It takes a certain artfulness and
touch that is difficult to learn. You can't just
stroke-stroke-stroke rhythmically the way you boys do
with your dicks." There would have been mass blushes,
if the boys were capable of blushing any more. "Now
Katie, spread your legs out a bit more and tilt your
hips back like so. Good girl."
Katie was spread eagle now, for the most part, knees
bent, almost laying back on the table. "Now you can
barely see the little spot at all, but here just under
the vagina is the spot where girls urinate. The..."
The class was silent. Sigh.
"Urethra class. Not a big deal, just some basic anatomy
things some of the brighter ones of you may need to
know some day. And of course these general flaps of
skin here are referred to as the labia. Under the
vagina is this little patch of skin." An uncomfortable
finger poke. "I won't go into the scientific names but
some of you may know the slang. It's what you call a
woman's 'taint.' And down here," her fingertip pointed
and maid a little circle but, to Katie's relief, didn't
do any poking, "is Katie's anus. A cute little button
don't you boys agree? Glad to see she keeps herself
very clean. You can only see a slight hint of brown."
Lots of giggles from the class.
"Okay, now that we've gotten the guided tour out of the
way we're going to move on to the next step of our
lesson. It's going to be a little demonstration, and
I'm going to ask the boy who remembered the most
obscure part of the reading to help me. John Singer,
please step forward."
The boy did, though his eyes were downcast, still
sneaking little glances at the pale young freshman girl
leaning back spread-eagle on the cloth covered table.
The teacher continued with her glib instruction. "Now
John, do you know what to do with –ahem- one of these?"
His feet shuffled. "I have um...a vague idea."
"That's alright John. We'll walk you though it. Now for
the first step I want you to remove your pants and your
underwear."
The boy's voice was horse, throat dry, and he stuttered
a little, wide eyes on Mrs. Silverton. "My...my pants?
I have to um..."
"At your age with a young thing like this in front of
you I would think you'd be dying to take off your
pants. Now hurry up."
Johnny blushed deeply, gulped, and then stood up
straight, realizing that the teacher was quite right
and that that was exactly what he wanted to do, the on
looking boys be damned. He reached down, undoing his
belt, just slipping the leather apart and unzipping his
uniform slacks, hiking them down. Underneath the
freshman boy wore white cotton boxers, bent in a
conspicuous bulge. There was a pause.
"We don't have all day Mr. Singer."
The boy nodded, and with a deep breath he tugged his
boxers down with the rest of the mess around his
ankles. A distinctly erect but still rather small cock
flopped out between the folds of Johnny's white dress
shirt as he did, and it pointed straight at Katie, who
stared at it with wide, horrified eyes. The boys in the
class snickered a bit but were silenced by Mrs.
Silverton's sharp gaze.
"Hmm...might want to get your shirt out of the way too
John." The freshman boy complied, shivering a bit from
nervousness rather than cold as he stood with his pants
and boxers around his shoes and ankles and nothing else
on, in front of the rest of the boys. They teased him
in the locker room sometimes and even hard and sticking
straight out he still felt rather tiny. To make matters
worse Mrs. Silverton seemed to notice too.
"Now this will be perfect," she noted, turning to
Katie. "Katie, are you a virgin? Answer truthfully
please. I didn't note a hymen when I looked at you, but
I do know you're a rather athletic girl. That usually
breaks them before any boy can get to it."
Katie nodded meekly. "Yes I um...am ma'am."
"Well then this will be perfect." And to emphasize what
"this" was Mrs. Silverton pressed her index finger
right against the top of Johnny's pointing little cock.
"We don't want Katie starting off with something huge."
There were a few snickers. "Now now class, Johnny's a
freshman and still has pretty of time and room to grow.
And at the moment he's a very lucky young man. Hold
still a moment please Johnny."
Mrs. Silverton pulled a little tube of something out of
her purse, deftly smearing the transparent substance
from the tube onto and between her fingers, and then
very gently and carefully those fingers were wrapped
around Johnny Singer's penis. She was careful not to
over-excite the boy as she rubbed his cock, getting it
wet and slick. "Now I'm taking the precaution of
spreading a little lubricant because Katie's probably
pretty dry. Many girls have a hard time staying aroused
when there's so much attention on them. Stage fright.
Johnny obviously doesn't have that problem."
Holding onto Johnny's little cock Mrs. Silverton
pressed her other hand against his bare bottom, inching
him forward until his thighs were right against the
edge of the table, his wet slick glistening penis
inches away from Katie, who nervously kept herself
still on the edge of the table. Mrs. Silverton used her
hands to guide every motion, the boys in the class
leaning in close, standing on their tip-toes to get the
best view.
Just as deftly as always the teacher made Johnny and
Katie squirm a little closer to each other, pressing
the trembling tip of the boy's cock against Katie's
bright red lips, the middle aged woman's fingers
pressing against those lips a bit to part them,
adjusting the boy's member a bit moving it up and down,
ever more forward, making him slowly penetrate the girl
who sat on the edge of the table, propped up by her
hands, trying hard not to squirm, submitting and
watching as she did through the loose dark hair that
fell over her eyes.
Soon, standing still and gulping deeply, Johnny was
standing there against the edge of the table, his hips
rubbing against Katie's inner thighs, his cock pointed
forward and pressed down between the girl's lips.
Mrs. Silverton held them both still in that position,
smiling and looking around at the wide eyed boys in the
class who watched. "And that, basically, is how you
penetrate a girl. Stay in that position a moment
please." The teacher bent over, pushing Johnny's
cumbersome pants and underwear off his ankles. The boy
stepped out of his shoes as she pulled away his pants,
white socks on the cold lab room floor. "Now I'm fairly
sure nature can take its course rather easily from
there. Johnny, please push your girl back a bit onto
the table and mount her. I don't want your penis
leaving her as you do it either."
"Please Mrs. Silverton, I..."
"Oh be silent and take it with some dignity please
girl." The teacher waved her hand, and Johnny complied,
pushing Katie back, flat on her back, knees bent, feet
dangling over the edge of the cloth-covered table.
Johnny was full on top of her now, in nothing but his
socks, breathing hard, shivering a little, as did the
pale little girl beneath him. Mrs. Silverton took it to
the next step, placing her hands on Johnny's hips.
"Now I'm sure the next part will come naturally enough.
Next, after entering a girl, the man starts to push his
penis in, and back again, rocking his hips like so."
The teacher demonstrated as she explained this,
squeezing Johnny's bare hips firmly, pushing them
forward, pressing the boy's unbearably hard little cock
into Katie fully. Then she pulled at Johnny's hips,
rocking him back and forth a few times. "I'm sure you
know how to do it John, don't be shy." She let go.
"Just rock your hips back and forward."
Katie was squealing and squirming uncomfortably now,
her splayed little legs kicking a little against the
table, and she shrieked even louder as Johnny, blushing
deeper than he thought was possible, tried his best to
"demonstrate," laying on top of the girl on the desk,
rocking his thin pale hips back and forward again and a
little harder and faster now.
"Not too fast. Oh, there you go." Mrs. Silverton
grinned deeply, the boys around her not daring to
blink, watching the display; Katie's half-struggling
little legs kicking up and out helplessly.
The freshman girl cringed as Johnny rode her harder,
her eyes closing, elbows pressed against the table
trying to brace herself. "Ow!" she shrieked.
"It may hurt a little at first, but don't worry, you'll
get used to it. No stopping now John." Mrs. Silverton
gave Johnny a light squeeze on his pale little behind,
encouraging him. In a moment Johnny was rocking back
and forth merrily, his arms coming to fold around
Katie's shoulders, chests pressed together tightly. He
was humping and pumping fierily now, and the boys
leaning in closest could hear the light fap-fap-fap
sound of Katie being penetrated.
The girl couldn't help it: her yelps grew louder, and
Johnny couldn't help it either, his thrusts had taken a
life of their own, his face red and perspirating a bit
now as Katie hopelessly wriggled beneath him, her legs
finally just hanging there bent and in the air, baby
fat jiggling as she was slid back and forward against
the tabletop. Fap. Fap. Fap. And then a sudden stop as
Johnny let out a surprised, half-grunted yelp of his
own, panting and sinking down onto the pale freshman
girl.
"And there we have it class," announced Mrs. Silverton
proudly. She quickly reached over and yanked the
surprised Johnny out and off of Katie, a wet white
trail of semen still hanging between the tip of his
cock and the freshman girl's open thighs. "I imagine
all of you little pervs know what that is," Mrs.
Silverton pointed at the trail, as it dribbled down
onto the tabletop. "But in any case that's semen, which
can, when put into a woman, form a baby. Of course the
school nurse will be given Katie some medicine after
this demonstration to make sure that doesn't happen.
Aren't you glad of that Katie?"
Katie nodded meekly. Her black hair was very disheveled
now, having fallen down around her eyes, a small lock
of hair stuck to the corner of one lip. There was a
little snot seeping out of her nose, and traces of
tears around her eyes, which she tried to keep down.
Mrs. Silverton seemed to ignore this. The teacher
leaned over the desk, pulling a towel from it and
handed it to Johnny, which he shyly wrapped around his
waist after wiping a little of the wetness off of his
cock.
Katie just lay there, her legs bent still, feet on the
desk, pussy very pink and visible and a bit distended
from Johnny's efforts. Mrs. Silverton didn't miss a
beat. "Alright, now James Malick had a good answer
earlier, so I want you to step up next James."
Katie's eyes, hidden an instant earlier under her dark
hair, were now wide open. Her legs instinctively slid
shut, knees rubbing together. James blushed a little
but his darker skin made it less prominent and goofy
than Johnny's had been, and he didn't hesitate to step
up to the cloth-covered table.
Mrs. Silverton continued. "Now I trust you aren't too
shy to strip down in front of us James, if it means a
little time with this lovely specimen?"
James gulped and nodded, eagerly pawing at his dress
shirt, unbuttoning and tugging it off. He was very
swiftly down to his boxers. He only paused for a beat
before they were tugged down and kicked aside as well,
his knees right against the desk that Katie sat on. In
this mixed class James was a sophomore, a good year
older than Johnny and a few growth spurts further
along. Mrs. Silverton's eyebrows raised considerably as
James kicked those white boxer shorts aside, his cock
popping out and pointing towards Katie.
"Oh my," Mrs. Silverton exclaimed. "I didn't realize
you were such a big fellow down there James." The
teacher unexpectedly slipped her fingers around James'
hard and still hardening cock, tugging a little to make
it point up fully, looking over at the terrified girl
who sat on the table.
"You may not have seen enough of them to know, Katie,
but this is quite an impressive penis for someone
James' age. I'd say it's a good seven plus inches right
now and could probably be eight with full hardening."
Mrs. Silverton didn't hesitate to demonstrate, making a
little O with her fingers and sliding it up and down
James's shaft, making it stick out a little more and
more still. "It's a very well formed penis as well,
symmetrical, not too veiny, not crooked in any way."
Katie, who watched with wide and fascinated eyes,
couldn't help but ask. "But won't it hurt? I mean...
how can that fit in..." she pointed between her legs.
"It will hurt a bit at first, but you'd be amazed what
can fit in there, given patience of course."
Katie cocked her head, not understanding.
Mrs. Silverton had slipped some of the lubricant that
she had covered Johnny's penis with between her fingers
and James's cock, rubbing it in, which made James both
delighted and nervous. The teacher added: "To make
things easier for Katie and to demonstrate a bit more
to the class we'll have James here enter her in a
different position. Please sit up Katie. Then roll over
and get on your hands and knees, with your behind
sticking up in there air. No no no, like this."
Mrs. Silverton stepped in, pushing Katie up fully onto
her hands and knees, her white little freshman ass
facing the gawking boys, then made the girl crawl
forward so that she was kneeling on the back area of
the table, with room for James to get up there with
her. To add to Katie's humiliation Mrs. Silverton made
the girl push her thighs apart a bit more, bent over as
she was on the table, even going so far as to use her
fingers to push Katie's pink little pussy lips apart
and show the class Katie's vagina from this new angle.
The teacher then slipped those two fingers up and used
them to press Katie's already open butt-cheeks full
apart, lecturing the class the whole time.
"And here we have a better view of Katie's anus." Mrs.
Silverton pointed to the little brown button, just
slightly darker than Katie's skin around it. She ended
the show by making James get up on the table with
Katie, blocking the view of some of the class with his
tight sophomore butt. Mrs. Silverton helped James
adjust himself on the tabletop, on his knees behind the
bent over freshman girl, and assisted in guiding his
cock to the girl's splayed pussy lips, making sure that
the boy knew to gently and slowly guide the huge thing
in.
Once the head of James' cock was in Mrs. Silverton
instructed him to rub it around a bit, making slow
circles and parting the girl a little more and more.
Katie shivered and squirmed, shuddering deeply when
James pushed his penis in even more. To her horror Mrs.
Silverton calmly explained to the class that they
needed to use this technique, even more delicately than
James was, to work their way in if they were going to
put "...your penis in a girl's anus."
This was uncomfortably tight enough. Katie couldn't
imagine that!
James was well inside now, the hard arch of his cock
rubbing and sliding back and forth against the roof of
Katie's pussy. The freshman girl closed her eyes,
whimpering a little. She lowered her head, bent over,
accepting her situation. God, she could feel it, all of
it, every bump and curve and vein of that uncomfortably
large cock. James was starting to loose control now,
nature taking its course as Mrs. Silverton would tell
the class. He was gripping Katie's hips and little ass
cheeks hard and just ramming and ramming himself into
Katie. His classmates watched in awe, listening to the
fap-fap-fap sound made with each thrust along with
James' grunts and Katie's whimpers.
Katie felt something else now. A warm hand had slipped
under her hips, a fingertip at the junction of James
and Katie's bodies. Mrs. Silverton had her head turned
to the class as she casually rubbed Katie's clitoris,
in time with the sophomore boy's thrusts. She was
explaining something to the class, something about the
importance of clitoral stimulation, but Katie couldn't
hear it over her gasps and the blood rushing to her
head and James' pounding cock.
Mrs. Silverton was using two fingers now, deftly and
gently pressing and stroking at Katie's clit. So many
sensations, so hard and so fast. Tears rolled down
Katie's cheeks, but they weren't all tears of pain. She
heard the boys cheering James on as he filled her pussy
completely, to the bursting point. At least that's how
it felt.
Katie tilted her head up, her disheveled hair tossed
back as she let out an uncontrollable orgasmic scream,
tears flowing freely. She cried out again, then bent
down more, biting her lip. "Oh oh ung!"
"Good boy James!" Mrs. Silverton exclaimed, giving the
boy a playful slap on his bare behind. James hardly
noticed. He was close to the edge himself, eyes closed,
head up, just thrusting and pumping and feeling Katie's
wet slick pussy all around him.
A moment later he let out a final grunt, coming inside
the girl wet and hard. James was suddenly a shy
embarrassed teenager again as he slid his wilting penis
out of the girl, dripping with her juices and his own.
When James let go Katie tumbled over, panting.
"Now hmm." Mrs. Silverton bit her lip, musing. "I guess
we'll go alphabetically now. Tim Ashley, please step to
the front of the class."
Katie's teary eyes were suddenly wide again. "You can't
mean that-"
"I can too," Mrs. Silverton chided. "We have to be fair
to the whole class, after all. Now hurry up and disrobe
Tim. We only have an hour and a fifteen minutes left in
this lab."
The class dragged on. For Katie at least. The boys were
having a blast. With each new boy Mrs. Silverton put
the pair into a different position. She explained the
advantages and disadvantages of each position and gave
the boys pointers as they went. For Mike Bauwer, who
had a fairly long dick but not quite as big around as
James's, she had the boy take Katie from behind, both
of the students laying on their sides with one of
Katie's legs high in the air. Alan Didrick got to lay
down with Katie on top of him. It took a lot of
instruction, insistence and a threat of punishment from
Mrs. Silverton to get Katie to really pump her little
hips up and down and ride the boy's cock. She came
again that way though, with help from Mrs. Silverton's
hand.
It went on and on, the boys climbing on top of the
table, on top of the little freshman, fucking her every
which way Mrs. Silverton could think of that novice
lovers like them would be capable of. She even made
Katie get down on her knees and suck on Eric Tilman's
penis, but Katie was exhausted and flustered and just
couldn't seem to do it right.
In the end Mrs. Silverton yanked the girl roughly by
her hair, pulling her away from the boy. Then the
teacher got down on her knees herself and gave the
class (and Katie, who she instructed to watch
carefully,) a real demonstration of oral sex. She
licked, sucked, milked the boy's dick with her fingers,
and in the end went down on him completely. It worked
pretty well. Eric came in seconds, and Mrs. Silverton
stood up, licking the boy's cum off of her lips and
moving Katie on to the next boy.
And last came Tommy Yule. Mrs. Silverton made sure to
lube his cock up extra, instructing the boy as he eased
his way into Katie's anus. Once it was in and wet and
sliding forward and back it wasn't as bad as Katie had
thought it would be, though she was very sore, all over
and especially there, when the boy finely pulled out
and showered her open little rump with his cum.
Her duty done and a towel wrapped around her Katie
tried to walk with Mrs. Silverton out of the lab, but
her knees gave out after a few steps. Mrs. Silverton
had to call the school nurse, a big gruff woman, to get
Katie. The nurse shook her head a bit as she lifted
Katie up into her capable arms, complaining about the
mess Silverton's class had made of the girl.
The boys just laughed as they dressed and chatted
amongst each other, not even minding when the teacher
began explaining what their homework assignment would
be.
END
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Kristen's collection - Directory 44