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 Religious School Sex'Ed (m+f+, preg)

   by this guy (thisguy.1066@gmail.com)

   Summary: The state forcing a hyper-conservative religious school (one
that requires all teachers be single heterosexuals who completely abstain
from having sex) to teach sex'ed.  What could possibly go wrong?  Well...a
lot: even a fool would know there would be some problems.



   Like the vast majority of the kids here in Sanctity (it's a small rural
farming town with a population just under a thousand), I go to The Church
of Christ's All Souls School.  Now lots of people make fun of
fundamentalists, but we have lots of fun: bible study, bible camp, church
carnivals, trips to missions to convert non-believers, and the like.

   Last year some of my extended family came to town when we had Christmas
at our house.  My cousin Steve, who was fourteen at the time, told me about
how much god loves guys: by enabling them to feel really good using nothing
more than their hands and their dicks.

   When I told him I had no idea what he was talking about, he showed me.
He pulled down the front of his pants and underpants, wrapped his fingers
around his swelling dick and began moving his fist up-and-down.  He told me
what he was doing was called jerking-off and that it felt great.  Figuring
what the heck, I copied what he did...he was right: it did feel good, which
I told him.  He said it felt even better when you shoot cream.  Again I had
no idea what he was talking about, and he told me to just watch.  His hips
moved forward a bit and a second later this creamy white liquid shot out of
his pee hole in spurts.  Maybe a minute later I felt my butt cheeks tighten
up, then by dick started throbbing in my hand, suddenly a glob of white
liquid shot out of the little hole at the tip of my dick...

   And wow was Steve right: jerking-off felt great!



   "don't put it in me," she said.

   "wha...wait, why?"

   "Wern;t you paying attention is sex'ed?" she asked.

   "Well...uhm, yeah, but it didn't make any sense..."

   "What do you mean `didn't make any sense'?"

   "Putting a thing in another thing, and stuff..."

   "Ms.  Johnson said if a guy puts his thing," she pointed at my wiener,
"into a girl's thing," she pointed at the slot between her legs, "the
girl'll get pregnant.  What's so hard to understand about that?"

   "Oh..." suddenly it all made sense to me.  "Right," I said, "since we
don't want you to get pregnant, I won't put my wiener in your slot."

   "Right," she said through a beaming smile, "so long as you don't put
your wiener in my slot I can't get pregnant..."

   "That means that I can..." I trailed off as numerous possibilities
rushed through my mind.

   "...Do anything other than put it in y slot," she said.

   Maneuvering my body between her spread legs, I began rubbing the tip of
my wiener against her slot.  That felt really good.