Message-ID: <18555eli$9901211915@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year99/18555.txt> From: "Terry Bettinger" <terryabcd@hotmail.com> Subject: Story submission Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <19981218043800.17415.qmail@hotmail.com> I hope this is where I submit the story. This has Fmffff, masturbation, humiliation. Sex Education Class I was raised out on a ranch in the vast emptiness of Eastern Oregon where it is a three hour one-way sagebrush-filled trip to high school. In this desolate area I boarded at the high school for five days a week, traveling home only on weekends. There were just seven of us there and our teacher, a deeply religious woman, absolutely refused to teach us sex education even though mandated by state law. And so, when I was a sophomore, the district brought in a substitute, a strict middle-aged woman to teach us. Since parents could, and did, remove their kids for the one-day class, there were only six of us left -- five girls ranging in age from 14 to 18, and me. I've never been as settled as some of the kids and when this Mrs. Arkin began showing the slides and talking about penis and vagina well, I started making jokes. She warned me once, then twice. "Steven," she finally said, "I think the best way for you to take part will be as a model. Get up here!" I hesitated. What? Get in front and do what, I wondered. She moved to the corner to get a paddle our regular teacher kept so I knew I better jump. "What did I do?" "You seem to find this all very playful so let's just play," said Mrs. Arkin. "Face the class." I turned and smirked as the six girls tried to stifle laughs. Those laughs turned to shocked looks when the teacher ordered me to remove my shirt. "You can see, girls, that the boys have no breasts," she smiled. The girls laughed. "Now, Steven, remove your pants." "What!" Smack! The paddle landed on my butt hard and the girl's mouths dropped open. "Now Steven," she shouted at me. "Now!" I undid my belt and my pants fell to my ankles. I clumsily removed my shoes and pants, standing there in front of the girls hoping I wouldn't get an erection. "This bulge, girls, what does this represent?" None of the girl's dared speak. "Well, they don't seem to know, Steven, so let's show them, shall we?" "Oh, please, no, Mrs. Arkin." She reached over and pushed my hands away from my crotch, then quickly jerked my shorts down. I was too shocked to be hard, but put my hands quickly in front of my soft dick. "Put your hands on your head." I couldn't move, frozen in shame. SMACK! The paddle hit me and my hands went to my head. The girl's eyes all went to my groin. "Kathleen, could you come up here please?" Mrs. Arkin said. Kathleen, 14, walked to the front of the room. "Now girls, watch what happens when we give Steven here something to think about. You may touch his penis, Kathleen." "No Mam." "Fine, Kathleen, then remove your clothing so Steven can get his education as well." She slapped the paddle against her hand for emphasis. Kathleen began removing her clothing while Mrs. Arkin called on Suzanne, a tall brunette senior. Suzanne walked up and touched me and my dick sprang to life, becoming very hard. The girls giggled and watched. "Thank you Suzanne," she said, and the girl returned to her seat. Kathleen was taking off her panties, holding back tears. She had tiny nipples on little perky breasts, and a small patch of red hair that didn't hide anything from view. My dick was throbbing. "Steven, kiss Kathleen -- here." She pointed to that little red bush. I went down on one knee and tasted the sweetest little taste in the world. But I didn't just kiss, I licked, which brought another crack from the teacher. I stood, and Mrs. Arking instructed the class to watch what happens when boys go inside girls. "Stroke yourself," she ordered. So, as the girls all watched, I began to masturbate. It didn't take long. I shot out onto the first desk and semen spilled onto the floor, while the girls all watched. Thank you Steven, said Mrs. Arkin. That was very good. You may sit down -- but leave your clothes here. Girls, I want each of you to touch his penis as he walks back to his seat, take your time, feel it in your hand." First up was Denise, who fingered my balls, then squeezed my shaft which was already beginning to stiffen again. Next the nerdy Jay put a finger on it and said ewwww! Karen inspected it closly with both hands and eyes and it responded by stiffening for her. By the time I reached my seat I was hard again. "Oh good," said Mrs. Arkin. "Come back up Steven." With that she brought me up to the front, then proceeded to remove her skirt and panties. She had a nice black bush with a little slit that was damp underneath. "This, girls, is sex." She put one foot on the chair and then pulled me over and pushed my dick inside her wet slit. I gasped. "Come up here girls and watch." Sliding me in and out she explained what was happening inside of her, and how pleasant the feeling was. Her hands went down to her clit and she rubbed herself, then exploded into an orgasm. She knew I was coming next, pulled me out, then rubbed me until I came a second time, in front of the class. Well, after that class my life in boarding school was changed forever. The girls were no longer like "sisters" to me, they came in every night, with one or the other wanting to screw. It was sex education at it's finest. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>