Part 1: Marcia Volunteers

"Alright then," the teacher said. "Who wants to volunteer?"

The classroom was silent. Not a single student even so much as lifted their eyes to look at Miss Hammersmith.

Marcia, a smallish girl towards the back of the room, with her dusty blond hair pulled back in a pony tail and her intelligent, freckled face seemingly always in state of embarrassed blush, looked around as discreetly as possible. Was anybody going to raise their hand? Marcia was a shy girl, and she never liked to draw attention to herself. But she was also a very good student who always did what her teachers asked her to do. And Miss Hammersmith did mention that the student who volunteered today would get ten bonus points. Even though Marcia was getting an "A" in Miss Hammersmith's sixth grade biology class, she always tried to get extra credit whenever possible so that she could bring her grades up even higher. She wasn't sure what exactly Miss Hammersmith expected the volunteer to do, but she decided that if no one else was going to raise their hand, then she would have to do it.

She took a deep breath to calm her nerves and cautiously lifted her hand in the air.

"Oh!" Miss Hammersmith said, "Marcy! Perfect! I was hoping you'd volunteer! Come on up to the front of the class."

Marcia smoothed down her pleated plaid schoolgirl skirt as she hesitantly stood up from her desk. She could feel the eyes of all the other students in the class turn to look at her, especially Chuck's. Chuck sat right next to her in biology class, and her best friend Alicia had told her that Chuck told his best friend Bobby that he liked Marcia, and this just made Marcia really nervous around him. She inadvertently made brief eye contact with him. He smiled at her. Marcia felt her freckled cheeks turn red and quickly averted her eyes and walked on wobbly knees to the front of the classroom.

"Excellent, Marcy," her teacher said when she arrived at the front. "Turn and face the class."

Marcia turned and tried not to blush.

"Now, tell us how old you are, Marcy," Miss Hammersmith said.

"Eleven," Marcia said in a diminutive voice.

"Turn around, so we can see both sides of you," the teacher said, making a twirling motion in the air with her pointer stick.

Marcia twirled around.

"Very good." the teacher said. "So tell us, Marcy, have you had your first menstrual period yet?"

Marcia was surprised Mis Hammersmith would ask her such a personal question. "N... no," she stammered.

Miss Hammersmith turned to the class. "Most girls don't start menstruating until their early teens, but some start earlier than that. Who can tell us why a girl menstruates?"

There was a long pause before a girl raised her hand and answered hesitantly, "Because they made an egg?"

"That's more or less correct, Cindy. We call it ovulation, which means an egg has ripened. When a girl ovulates..." Miss Hammersmith gave a brief lecture on menstruation while Marcia stood there with her face just getting redder. The teacher concluded with, "And who can tell us how an egg is fertilized?"

After a moment, a boy raised his hand. "Um, sperm?" he said haltingly.

"Yes, that's right. And where does the sperm come from?"

"Um," the boy stammered, "balls?"

There were giggles around the room. Miss Hammersmith gave him a friendly smile. "Yes," she said, "and balls are also called...?"

"Um, testicles?"

"Good, Xavier," the teacher said amid more giggles. She turned back to Marcia. "Now you will notice, students, that even though Marcy hasn't started menstrurating, it does look like she is wearing a training bra. Right, Marcy?" She gestured at Marcia's chest with her pointing stick.

Marcia was so embarrassed that all she could do was nod.

"Many girls begin budding around ten or eleven," the teacher said, "though some might not start until they are older. You've begun to bud, then, Marcy?"

She could only nod again.

"Good. Now, lift your skirt." She moved the pointer stick down to the bottom hem of Marcia's schoolgirl skirt.

Marcia just looked up at her teacher, wide-eyed. Miss Hammersmith gave her a stern glare. Marcia hesitated, but she knew she had to do what her teacher asked, especially if she wanted to earn the ten bonus points. So reached down and pulled her skirt up, exposing a pair of pink panties. All of the boys in the class, and many of the girls, leaned forward in their desks to get a closer look.

"At this age, class, most girls have a pronounced pudendum," Miss Hammersmith said, tracing the contour of Marcia's pubic mound with her pointer stick. "And you can see that beneath Marcy's pudendum is an excellent example of a 'camel toe.' Who can tell us why she has a 'camel toe?'"

A girl raised her hand. "It's her pussy lips," she said authoritatively.

"That's correct, Jennifer. The 'camel toe' represents the opening to the vagina, which we call the 'outer labia,' or the 'pussy lips.' Now turn around, Marcy, and keep your skirt held high."

Marcia hesitated for a moment, looking wide-eyed at her teacher again, but then turned around. "Now you will notice, class..." Her teacher tapped her pointer stick against the girl's hips, first one, then the other. "Marcy still has very narrow hips. As she matures, her hips will widen to accommodate a baby during birth. She also has relatively small buttocks." Miss Hammersmith tapped the pointer stick against Marcia's bottom. "Pull your panties down now, Marcy," she said, "so we can see your buttocks."

The girl looked back at her teacher with pleading eyes, but was met again with Miss Hammersmith's stern glare. She reached down and shimmied her panties below her bottom.

"Beautiful!" her teacher said approvingly. "Notice how pale it is, class." Her pointer moved along the bared flesh. "Although it is quite small now, as Marcy gets older and her hips widen, her ass will fill out as well. This is important, because a full ass is very attractive. Men like to hold onto it during copulation, particularly when they are copulating with the girl from behind in what is sometimes called 'doggy-style' sex."

All the students nodded.

"Turn around again, Marcy," her teacher commanded. "Now, have you began growing pubic hair yet?"

Marcia shook her head.

Miss Hammersmith hooked her pointer stick in the waistband of Marcia's panties, which were still pulled down below her ass behind her. Moving her stick down, she began lowering the front of the panties as well.

"Some girls get their first hair when they bud, and some even before. Others will not grow any for several years. How many girls in our class have their first pubic hair? Raise your hands." As she spoke, Marcia's panties slowly slipped down over her pubic mound.

A few girls reluctantly raised their hands.

"Good. As you can see, Marcy doesn't have any yet." She kept pulling the girl's panties down further. "She's very pale and smooth, isn't she? Like Marcy, boys usually don't get pubic hair until they are older. Do any boys in our class have hair?"

No one raised their hands now.

By now, Miss Hammersmith had pulled Marcia's panties down below her crotch. "And now you can see the outer labia of Marcy's vaginal opening, as we were discussing early." She pointed at Marcia's bare pussy lips with her stick. "We'll spend a little time talking about the parts of the vagina now. Marcy, take your panties off and sit on the edge of my desk. Those of you in the back rows might want to move to the front to get a closer look."

Marcia's face was beet red, but she did as she was told. Everyone in the class crowded around the front of Miss Hammersmith's desk.

"Okay, lift your skirt again, Marcy, and spread your legs."

Once again, Marcia did as she was told.

"First, we'll talk about the clitoris. Boys, I want you to pay close attention to this, and girls, too. The clitoris is very important." Miss Hammersmith directed her pointer to the pale skin protruding from top of the cleft of Marcia's pussy lips. "This is the clitoral hood," she said, moving the pointer down along the flesh. When she got to the bottom of the hood she hooked the pointer tip inside and lifted. "Underneath, you'll see a bluish bulb. Can everyone see it?" All the students jockeyed for position to get as good a look as possible. "This bulb is the clitoris, sometimes called the 'clit,' or 'clitty.' It's very sensitive, isn't it, Marcy?"

Marcia nodded, her face dark red.

"Do you play with your clitty sometimes, Marcy?" her teacher asked her.

Marcia hesitated, but then nodded again.

"Good. How many girls in our class play with your clitties?"

One girl raised her hand, then another. Soon, all the girls in the class had raised their hands.

"Excellent, I'm glad to see that all of you do. Boys, when girls masturbate, they usually play with their clitties. Why don't you show us how to do it, Marcy?"

Marcia was so embarrassed she felt like she would start to cry. But she knew that she had to do what her teacher said, especially if she wanted the ten bonus points. So she reached her hand down and rubbed a finger up and down on her clitoris a couple of times.

"Very good, Marcy," Miss Hammersmith said. "As Marcy demonstrated, girls usually rub up and down on their clitty to stimulate it, or around in circles, or sometimes massage it between two fingers. It's also very nice to have a friend lick it. Have you ever had a friend lick yours, Marcy?"

The girl shook her head "no."

"Oh! You have to try it, it's wonderful. Have any of the other girls in class had a your clitty licked?"

After a few moments of hesitation, a couple girls raised their hands.

"Now we'll continue exploring the vagina. Below the clitty is the inner labia. Sometimes, if the girl has larger inner labia, they can be seen peeking out of the outer labia. But as you notice, Marcy's are not visible so we will need to spread open her outer labia to see them." Miss Hammersmith set her pointer stick on the desk and reached between Marcia's legs with both hands. With a finger on either side of her pussy lips, she spread them open to reveal the glistening red flesh inside.

"Everyone get a good look now," the teacher said. "Here you can see the folds of her inner labia..." She pointed with another finger, gliding it along the girl's pink flaps of skin. "Like the clitoris, the inner labia are very sensitive, especially when the girl is sexually excited. Right, Marcy?"

The girl nodded, starting to breathe hard as her teacher slipped her finger in between her lips.

"The inner labia lead down to the opening of the vagina. Before we look closer at that, let's discuss the hymen for a moment. Who knows what a hymen is?"

A boy raised his hand. "It's the cherry."

"Right. And what does it mean, when a girl has a cherry?"

"It means she's a virgin."

"Right, although many girls lose their hymen even though they haven't had sex yet." As she spoke, Miss Hammersmith continued to rub her finger along the inside of Marcia's inner labia. "Are you a virgin, Marcy?"

The girl nodded.

"And do you still have your hymen?"

She shook her head.

"How did you lose it?"

"Um..." the girl said in a little shaky voice, "I used one of my mom's..."

"Oh, you used a dildo?"

Marcia nodded.

"Excellent! That means we'll be able to have a nice look inside." Her teacher expertly moved her fingers down and spread the girl's inner labia open. "There you go, class, notice how deep you can see inside her."

Everyone crowded around. "Cool!" "Sweet!" "Awesome!"

"The lack of a hymen also means that I can fully stimulate her with my finger," Miss Hammersmith said. "Observe."

The woman slipped her finger into Marcia's vaginal canal. Marcia let out a long low sigh at the wonderful feeling she felt as her teacher's finger spread her open inside.

"Now, everyone pay attention, because this part is important," Miss Hammersmith said. "When you penetrate a vagina, either with your finger or, if you're a boy, then also with your cock, you must make sure that it is properly lubricated. Marcy is very wet right now, so you can see that my finger is entering her easily. But if you try to penetrate her before she is adequately wet, it will cause her discomfort and even pain. Who can tell us the best way to lubricate a pussy?"

A girl raised her hand. "Rub the clitty?"

"Good! Anyone else?"

"Play with her tits?" a boy offered.

"That's right. We call these things 'foreplay,' because they involve playing with each other before sex. And they are very important. Any other ideas?" Her finger was now siding in and out of Marcia's pussy as she spoke. Marcia's face was bright red and she couldn't look at any of her classmates, she was so embarrassed. But oh how nice Miss Hammersmith's finger felt inside her!

No one else had any other ideas.

"Remember how we spoke before about licking the clitty?"

"Oh, right!" a girl said. "That makes you really wet!"

"Yes, it does. And many girls also get wet when they touch or kiss a boy's cock."

Several of the girls' eyes went very wide. "Really?" one of them whispered.

"Yes," Miss Hammersmith said. "We'll explore that subject further in a few minutes. But for now, notice how Marcy's body has changed since I've been fingering her pussy. You can see that her legs have spread much wider now. This is so that she can accommodate a man between them. She's also breathing much harder and her face had gone quite red, and you may be able to see that her vagina is extremely wet now. This means she is in a state of full sexual arousal and is nearing her climax. Am I right, Marcy?"

Marcia nodded vigorously, her body feeling very hot.

A girl spoke up. "Wouldn't she cum even harder if you fingered her bottom, too?"

The teacher raised her eyebrows in the direction of the speaker. "Oh? Do you have some experience with this, Candace?"

"Um..." The girl became a bit more shy. "Maybe..."

"Well, let's find out what happens. Marcy, roll over onto your stomach now. And Candace, come over here."

Despite a good deal of concern and a great deal of embarrassment, Marcia did not hesitate, rolling over onto her stomach and spreading her legs wide.

"Spread her cheeks open, Candace," Miss Hammersmith said. The girl reached out and placed one hand on each of Marcia's buttocks, then spread them open, exposing her rosebud anus. "Excellent. As you see, everyone, we have a fine view of Marcy's asshole. Now we'll see what happens when Candace digitally penetrates her there, while I continue to stimulate her vagina with my finger. But first..." Miss Hammersmith held her finger in the air. "Do you see how wet my finger is, from being deep inside Marcy's pussy? Who would like to smell it?"

Everyone just stood, staring, dumbfounded and too nervous to volunteer.

"Chuck, Johnnie, come forward," Miss Hammersmith said.

The boys pushed their way through their classmates to the front, and their teacher held her finger in front of them. After a moment's hesitation, they both inhaled deeply.

"Do you like the smell?"

They both nodded.

"Yes, a girl's cum is full of hormones designed to cause sexual excitement in others. I imagine the two of you both have erections now?"

They both nodded again, faces going red.

"Good. Now," Miss Hammersmith said, turning back to Marcia and Candace, "let's begin. Candace, lick your finger to make it nice and wet before you penetrate her anus."

Candace lifted her finger to her mouth, her eyes twinkling with excitement. She sucked her finger for a moment, and then reached down to Marcia's anus. Holding her finger taut, she pushed in. Marcia let out a groan. Miss Hammersmith reached below Candice's hand and slid her finger back into Marcia's vagina.

"Oh my goodness!" the teacher said. "Her pussy is so wet now! Open, distended... You must be very close to climax, Marcia, yes?"

The girl moaned as spittle drooled from her mouth and pooled on the desktop. She managed to nod.

"See?!?" Candice said, now sliding her finger in and out of Marcia's bottom as her teacher did the same inside her pussy. "I knew it would make her cum if we played with her bottom!"

"You seem to be very knowledgeable about such things, Candace," Miss Hammersmith said.

Candice smiled demurely at her teacher while they both slid their fingers in and out. "I've maybe done this a few times."

"Good! You should be able to get a very good grade in this section then."

"I hope so!"

The sounds emanating from Marcia now fascinated the other students. From her mouth, gurgling moans of near-climactic pleasure; and from her pussy, sloppy sloshing noises as Miss Hammersmith's finger expertly brought the girl to orgasm. Soon she was writhing on the desktop, legs shaking, body squirming. She was moaning loudly.

"I think that's enough for now, Candace," Miss Hammersmith said. Candace was smiling broadly as she removed her finger from Marcia's anus, and then the teacher pulled her finger from the girl's sloppy cunt. Girlcum flowed out of her pussy, sliding down her inner thighs and dripping onto the floor. She slowly began to stop shaking and moaning as her body came gently down from her climax.

"Look there now," her teacher said. "Do you see how much wetness there was? That was a good orgasm!"

All Marcia could do was nod while she caught her breath.

"Now, class," Miss Hammersmith said, resting her hand on Marcia's ass, "we've talked a bit about kissing a girl's pussy, and also kissing a boy's cock. We'll move onto that for the next part of our lesson. I'll need another volunteer or two."

Part 2: The Proper Technique

A boy raised his hand. "You mean, if I volunteer, I'm gonna get a blow job?"

Miss Hammersmith lifted her eyebrows at the boy. "Have you ever gotten a blow job, Brian?"

"Duh!" he said with an air of supreme braggadocio, looking around at his friends. "Of course!" He gave the boy standing next to him a high-five.

"From a girl, or a boy?" Miss Hammersmith asked.

Everyone in the class tittered with giggles at the question, and Brian's face turned into a pout. "From a girl of course," he said.

"Boys can give blow jobs just as well as girls," the teacher said.

"Yeah, I guess. But..."

"Step to the front of the class, Brian," the teacher interrupted. He seemed a bit more hesitant now, but he walked to the front. "So, have you had a lot of sexual experiences?" she asked him when he arrived.

"Sure! Definitely!"

"Good. That will be helpful for our demonstration." She turned to the class again. "Now who else wants to volunteer?" She looked out out over the assembled crowd of students with her stern glare. A few students shuffled nervously.

"Chuck," she said. "Come forward. And Allie."

Chuck was a handsome lad, short blond hair and bright blue eyes, tall for an eleven year old, and skinny. Marcia, who had by now turned over and sat up on the edge of Miss Hammersmith's desk, felt her heart skip for a moment as she watched him slowly walking towards her. When he made it to the front and stood next to Brian, it was clear that in comparison, Brian was unremarkable: short and a little squat, brown hair in need of a trim. Allison, the last of the trio, was the smallest girl in the class, really just a pipsqueak, but Marcia had always admired her pretty auburn hair and shining green eyes.

The teacher turned to the little girl. "Allie," she said, "it appears that unlike Marcy, you aren't wearing a training bra. So you haven't started budding yet?"

Allison shook her head.

"This gives us a good opportunity to do a 'compare and contrast.' Go ahead and sit on the desk next to Marcy, and I want the two of you to take your shirts off."

"D... do I have to?" Allison blurted out nervously.

Miss Hammersmith tapped the toe of her high-heeled shoe impatiently on the floor. Many sets of eyes among the students looked apprehensively at her foot, then unconsciously followed up the dark stockings of her slender leg to the hem of her gray skirt. "Allison," she said in a stern voice. "You saw how good Marcy was about helping out the class. I expect the same from you."

"Bu... but..." The girl looked over at Marcia, who gave her a kindly, sympathetic smile. Resigned now to her fate, Allison walked slowly to the desk, her face bright red, and sat down next to Marcia. Marcia smiled at her again and started unbuttoning her blouse. After hesitating for a moment, Allison did the same. Soon, their shirts were unbuttoned.

"Take them off entirely, girls," Miss Hammersmith instructed them.

Marcia shrugged off her blouse, which fell in a pile behind her on the desk. Then she sat up straight, displaying a little white cotton training bra that concealed two bumps rising from her chest. Miss Hammersmith gave Allison a another stern glance and tapped her toe again, and the little girl let her blouse fall off as well. She did not, however, sit up like Marcia, but instead hunched down with her arms crossed over her bare chest.

Miss Hammersmith walked over to the girls and, with her pointer stick in her hand again, drew the class's attention to Marcia's chest.

"Marcy is wearing a simple pull-on training bra. But normally the bra is a complicated garment, and boys should know how to take one off when the time comes. Because Marcy's is too simple to serve as a good demonstration, we'll use mine instead."

To the shock of all the students in attendance, Miss Hammersmith began unbuttoning her shirt. "Bras come in a variety of shapes and sizes," the teacher explained as she removed her shirt, displaying a lacy purple bra as her only clothing above the slim waist of her skirt. The whole class stared in rapt attention at the woman's full-figured bosom as her breasts bulged out from within their cups. "Some bras have a clasp in the front, between the cups. This is useful for an inexperienced boy, because it's much easier to open the bra and expose the breasts. This is particularly helpful when the girl is shy or hesitant, giving the boy better control over her undressing. Unfortunately, most bras have the clasp in the back." She turned her back to the students. "As you can see, this is where my bra's clasp is. Brian, come here."

The boy didn't hesitate, walking over to his teacher with a self-confident strut.

"Brian," the teacher said, "A boy with your experience must know how to unclasp a bra. Please demonstrate for the class."

The boy looked out at his friends with a grin, reached up, and unhooked Miss Hammersmith's bra in one quick motion.

"Well done, Brian!" Miss Hammersmith said, turning around and reaching behind and hooking her bra again. "Girls, I think Brian here is a regular Casanova!

He grinned broadly out at his classmates.

"However," Miss Hammersmith added, "often when you need to remove a bra, you'll be in front of the girl and you'll need to reach behind her and will be unable to see what you're doing. So now, Brian, show the class how you can unhook my bra when you are in front of me."

This time, the boy hesitated, looking directly at his teacher's chest. "Um..."

"Go ahead, just put your arms around me and unhook my bra."

Brian stepped toward Miss Hammersmith and reached his arms out. As he did, the woman pressed herself against him. She was a tall woman, and he a short boy, and he was stunned motionless as his face was suddenly buried between her breasts.

"Do my titties make you nervous, Casanova?" she asked the boy. A few of the assembled students giggled.

He raised his eyes, quite wide, and looked up at her.

"Well? Do they?"

He nodded up at her, his cheeks and chin rubbing against the soft skin of her breasts as he did.

"Good," she said, smiling down at him. "Being nervous during our demonstration is appropriate, because when you are taking a girl's bra off for the first time, especially if you are hoping or planning to have sex with her, you will be very nervous. Now, big boy," she said in a quiet, sultry voice, "unhook my bra."

He fumbled nervously about behind her for a few seconds with his face still buried between her breasts, before finally managing to free the clasp. He stepped back and looked at his teacher with a crimson face.

"Very good, Brian," she said. "But you're not quite done. Take it the rest of the way off."

The boy reached up tentatively to her shoulders and slipped her bra straps down her arms and the bra fell off. Brian, along with everyone else in the class, stared at Miss Hammersmith's beautiful naked breasts, pale and round and full and topped with thick, dark pink nipples.

"Look, girls," she said to the class, pointing at the crotch of Brian's khaki pants, which stood up in a small tent. "I think our Casanova has a little erection now." His face was bright red. "We'll have to see if we can do something about that in a few minutes. But first..." She looked over at Marcia and Allison, still sitting shirtless on her desk. "Don't worry, girls, I haven't forgotten about you." She picked up her blouse and put it back on. "And for heaven's sake, Allie, sit up and uncross your arms so that we can see your nipples."

The little girl squirmed for a moment, looking over at Marcia, who just shrugged her shoulders and lifted her eyebrows. Then Allison sat up and dropped her arms.

By now, Miss Hammersmith was standing beside her, pointer stick in hand. "Class," she said, "as I mentioned earlier, Allie's nipples are entirely unerupted." She pointed at one of the girl's nipples with her stick. "Notice that they are quite small..." She made a little circle around the nipple with the tip of the stick. "...and completely flat against her chest." The teacher set down her stick and reached a hand out to Allie's chest. She squeezed a nipple between her thumb and forefinger. "You'll notice that her teat--that's the nub in the center of her nipple--is so small as to be almost indistinguishable from the rest of the nipple. In fact, Allie's nipples look exactly like a boy's nipples, don't they, boys?"

Several boys nodded in agreement.

"Nonetheless," the teacher said, letting go of the nipple and stepping away, "they are very cute. I'm sure that all the boys and girls in our class would love to kiss them, Allie."

More boys, and a few girls, nodded.

"And," Miss Hammersmith added, "I'm quite certain that so would many of the male teachers at this school."

Now several girls nodded, a few with knowing smiles.

Miss Hammersmith picked up her pointer stick and walked around to the other side of the desk to stand next to Marcia, "Now we'll look at Marcy's buds. No, Allie," she quickly added, looking sternly at the first girl, "stay seating upright with your arms down. The point of this exercise is to compare and contrast." Allie nodded red-faced at her teacher and sat up. "And now, Marcy, take off your bra."

Marcia's face was red and she hesitated.

"Let's go, Marcy. You saw how helpful Allie was. You need to be as brave and helpful as her."

Marcia nodded, then reached up to the bottom of her bra and pulled it over her head.

Miss Hammersmith's stick was at the ready. "Here we have a fine example of budding breasts," she said. Many students nodded in agreement. "Beneath her nipples we can see the beginnings of accumulating fatty tissue..." She set the tip on the pointer on the little curve below one of Marcia's nipples. "While barely noticeable now, the tissue will continue grow for the next few years until her breasts leave the budding stage and become womanly tits. More interesting though, for now, are her nipples." The pointer moved up, directing the students' attention to Marcia's delicate pink puffies. "Compare them with Allie's. Note that Marcy's are substantially wider, and rather than flat, they rise up and are engorged with fatty tissue and blood vessels that will nourish her mammary glands."

Miss Hammersmith set down the pointer and reached out to Marcia's breast and pinched her nipple, causing the nub to poke out. "Her teats are pink now, no longer pale like Allie's, but they are still quite small compared to mine. Actually, it might be a good idea to compare them with mine now."

The teacher sat down on the desk next to Marcia and began unbuttoning her blouse again. She slipped it off her shoulders and looked out at the students in the class. "Now, students, you can easily see the development of breasts, from Allie's unerupted nipples, to Marcy's buds, to my full-grown tits. Anyone who'd like a closer look, come gather around us."

In short order, all the students in the class were in a semi-circle in front of the trio sitting on the desk. Miss Hammersmith continued with her lesson.

"Fully developed nipples..." She gestured to her nipples. "...are much larger than either the budding or unerupted examples. Particularly notice my how thick and prominent my teats are. You can also see that there's a dimple in the center of each of mine." She cupped breasts and held them aloft. "This is an opening to a duct, where milk will be expressed when a baby suckles at my breast." The students all leaned forward to get a better look at their teacher's nipples.

"And now that we have you all standing close to our volunteers," Miss Hammersmith said, "I think it's time to move on to the next part of our lesson. Who here can tell me what cunnilingus is?"

Students shook their heads uncertainly and no one offered an answer.

"It's a fancy term for kissing and licking a girl's pussy. Brian, what can you tell us about kissing pussy?"

"Um..." the boy said.

Miss Hammersmith smiled knowingly at him. "Don't worry, we'll have a good lesson today. You will know much more shortly. But first, it's important to know that boys aren't the only ones that can do this. As we discussed before, girls often kiss each other's kitties, and many girls prefer to have a girl kiss theirs. How about you, Marcy? Would you rather have a boy or a girl kiss your kitten?"

Marcia stared wide-eyed at her teacher and then said very quietly, "Both?"

"That's a good answer, Marcy. Many girls prefer both. For our purposes I think we'll start with a girl, since she'll know a little bit more about the pussy and we should be able to have a better discussion about techniques. Sorry, boys..." Miss Hammersmith gave Brian and Chuck a teasing smile. "You'll just have to watch for now!"

The teacher looked over at the girls sitting next to her on the desk. "Allie," she asked, "have you kissed a pussy before?"

The wide-eyed girl shook her head "no."

"Good!" Miss Hammersmith said assuringly. "This will give us a chance to have a full discussion of the proper technique. Marcy, spread your legs and lift your skirt again, and Allie, kneel between her legs."

Marcia did as she was told. She could feel the eyes of every one of her classmates staring as she spread her legs and lifted her skirt.

"Notice how red Marcy's pussy is now," Miss Hammersmith said, "and how wet it is. That's a sign of her sexual excitement. Boys, when you see a pussy like this, you know the girl is ready for copulation. Allie..." She looked sternly at the little girl. "Let's go now, on your knees in front of Marcy."

"Um... but..." the girl mumbled nervously.

"Allie," Miss Hammersmith said in a forceful tone, "this is a very important lesson. Many boys and girls in this class would love the opportunity to do what I've asked you to do. Now, kneel in front of her."

Allison slowly slid off the desk and knelt between Marcia's legs.

"Gather around, children," the teacher said to the class, "so you can see what Allie is doing." The kids crowded closer. "Now, Allie, lean in and give Marcy's kitty a kiss."

The girl looked up at her teacher, who smiled firmly down at her, then Allison leaned forward and set her lips against Marcia's pussy. She sat back and wiped the wetness from her mouth.

"Good. Any suggestions, class, for what she should do next?"

"Lick her clitty," one girl offered.

Allie leaned in again, pushed her tongue out between her lips a bit, and gave Marcia's clitoral hood a little lick.

"Can anyone tell us what Allie did wrong?" Miss Hammersmith asked.

"Um," the same girl offered, "she didn't really lick the clitty."

"That's right, what part did she lick?"

"Uh... the... the 'hood?'"

"Excellent, Bellamy. And where is the clitty?"

"It's under. Lower."

"Right. So this time, Allie, lick lower and push your tongue in a bit so that you make contact with the clit."

Marcia took a sharp breath when Allison's tongue pressed into her.

"There we go! Did you see how Marcia responded this time?" The students nodded. "Now, there are many ways you can lick a clitty. You can tease it with the tip of your tongue, or you can press your tongue hard against it. You can also suck it into your mouth. Who can tell us what the best method is?"

"Um," a girl ventured. "All of them?"

"Exactly, Jennifer! You should always try everything and see how your partner responds. This is true about all aspects of sexual intercourse--try everything, and when your partner responds positively to something you do, do it again. Now, Allie, try a few techniques. Experiment. You know what you like to do when you masturbate, so try that and see what makes Marcy the most excited."

Allison leaned in again and began twirling the tip of her tongue over Marcia's clit. Marcia let out a long, low moan. Soon Allison was sucking and licking with what might be considered enthusiasm.

"Once you have the girl sufficiently aroused, you should move down and lick her inner labia. Also, you can push your tongue into her vaginal opening, which is sometimes called 'tongue-fucking.' Try it Allie, fuck Marcy with your tongue."

She hardly needed to suggest this to the girl; Miss Hammersmith had barely finished describing the act before Allie had moved down and pushed her tongue inside Marcia's pussy. Marcia lay down on the desk and arched her back and groaned.

"This is where you really get to have a good taste," the teacher said. "Does Marcy taste good, Allie?"

The girl nodded, not pausing from her activities.

"Don't forget the clitty though. You still need to lick the clit, or you can use your finger to massage it."

Allison lifted her hand and began rubbing Marcia's clit while she continued tongue-fucking her.

"Oh... My... God...!" Marcia moaned. Her legs began shaking.

"Observe closely, class," Miss Hammersmith said. "Marcy's climax is starting. Keep going, Allie, bring her over the edge to orgasm."

Allison licked and sucked and rubbed and tongue-fucked, while Marcia shook and moaned, lifting her legs into the air and arching her back even further.

"Oh... My... God...!" she moaned again, this time almost shouting. Her legs shook and her whole body spasmed.

"There you go, Allie. Very good!"

Allison sat back with a big smile on her little face as Marcia panted in the aftermath of orgasm.

"Let's give Allie a round of applause for a job well done," Miss Hammersmith said. All the students clapped and said words of congratulations to the proud young girl. "Now, who else would like to practice the proper technique for a bit?"

Part 3: A Penetrating Performance

'Um... Miss... Hammersmith?" Marcia panted in a little voice, still lying prone on the desk. "I think... I think Chuck needs some practice..."

The teacher smiled at the little climax-addled girl. "Oh, yes, definitely!" She turned to the students. "Chuck? It's your turn to practice with Marcy now."

Chuck cautiously looked over at Marcia, who tried to smile at him through her bright-red, sweat-drenched face. "Are you okay, Marcia?" he asked with an air of genuine concern.

"Yes, she's OK," Miss Hammersmith bluntly asserted. "Class, this is a good lesson for you. Sometimes when a girl is climaxing, or has just finished with her climax, it might seem to an inexperienced boy that she is in pain, or feverish or otherwise ill. But in fact the best thing you can do as her lover when she is in this state is to make sure she has another climax. Isn't this right, Marcy?"

Marcia nodded, glassy-eyed but with surprising enthusiasm.

"Now let's go, Chuck."

Chuck looked uncertainly from Marcia to his teacher, then back to Marcia. Then he stepped in front of the girl and dropped to his knees. She responded by spreading her legs even wider.

"Students," Miss Hammersmith said, "did you notice Marcy opening herself for Chuck? This is an excellent example of how a girl behaves when she is in extreme sexual arousal and is ready for intercourse. Chuck, you do a good job with practicing cunnilingus, and I suspect there might be a special treat for your cock in the near future."

This gave the boy a new eagarness, and he immediately began giving his very best effort.

"Don't forget her asshole, Chuck," Miss Hammersmith instructed him. "Given the way she responded to digital penetration during her first orgasm, I think she rather likes it."

The boy raised his index finger quickly licked it, and began sliding it into Marcia's anus. The girl groaned and lifted her legs in the air.

"While Chuck is practicing with Marcy," the teacher said to the class, "we'll move on to our next lessons. Brian..." She tapped her pointer stick against her hip. "Come."

The boy hesitated nervously for a moment.

The teacher tapped her hip again, and the toe of a heeled shoe as well. "Brian, you'll do as I tell you. Come here."

The youngster walked forward.

"Stand next to me and face the class." She tapped her hip with her stick again.

He stood dutifully at her side and turned to the class.

"You'll note, students, that Brian still has an erection." Miss Hammersmith pointed at the boy's crotch with her stick.

The children nodded.

"Drop your pants," she said.

Brian looked imploringly at the teacher, but unbuckled his khaki schoolboy pants as he did. Soon they were at his ankles, a little tent standing up inside his white briefs.

"Your underwear, too, young man," Miss Hammersmith commanded.

The underwear joined his pants on the floor.

"Oh, now, isn't that cute?" the teacher said, the tip of her pointer stick now running along the length of the boy's bare, narrow three inch pecker. "You can see that Brian's cock is very small, class. But despite what you may have heard, size isn't the only thing that matters. Believe me, I speak from experience: a boy with a small cock can still be a wonderful lover, if he knows what to do with it."

Brian's face was bright red now.

"And I'm glad to see that our first specimen of the day is uncircumcised..."

Suddenly Marcia interrupted the lesson with a loud low groan.

"Oh," Miss Hammersmith said, looking approvingly over at the couple at her desk. "It seems that Chuck had found Marcy's clitty! Good work, Chuck! Now," she looked back at the class, "who can tell us what 'uncircumcised' means?"

"It means he still has his foreskin," a girl answered confidently.

"Yes. And what is the foreskin?"

"Um..." the girl continued, "I'm not really sure... It's that skin at the end?"

"Yes, that's right, Cassie. And this is why we have these demonstrations, so everyone will know what all of these things are." She moved her pointer stick to the tip of Brian's cock. "The foreskin is this loose bit of skin that covers the cockhead. Some boys are circumcised, or 'cut,' meaning that the foreskin has been removed. If you encounter an uncircumcised cock like Brian's, you can reveal the head by pulling the foreskin back."

Miss Hammersmith reached down with her free hand and peeled back the boy's foreskin with her thumb and index finger. "There we go! There's his little head! Girls, come gather around to get a closer look."

The girls in the class all crowded in, staring.

"You can see why we call it a 'head' now. It looks a bit like a small helmet, don't you think?"

The girls nodded, staring at Brian's cock.

"The ridge around the back of the helmet..." She pointed with the stick, still holding Brian's foreskin back . "...is called the 'crown.' And at the very tip is the pee hole..." She pointed again. "Girls, who can tell us what else comes out of the pee hole? Other than pee, of course."

"Semen!" a girl proudly shouted.

"Yes. When a boy cums in your vagina or your mouth, or on your face, it shoots out of this hole." She tapped the tip of Brian's cock with her stick. "And another word for semen is...?"

"Cum..." the girl said again, but then followed this up with, "Um... Miss Hammersmith, did you say, 'on your face?'"

"Yes, that's correct, Susie. Boys like to shoot their cum onto girls' faces. So if you're with a boy and he wants to do this, be sure to let him. It's a bit messy but it makes him feel special."

"Okay," Susie said, and several other girls nodded as well.

"Now, a boy's cockhead is very sensitive, and like your clit, it responds quite favorably to strokes and licks and sucking. So always give the head plenty of attention. And if you're with an uncircumcised boy, you can pull his foreskin back when you suck and stroke him, to expose the head and give him maximum pleasure."

There was more nodding from the girls.

Next, the teacher lifted the boy's shaft to display a little pink ballsack. "Below Brian's shaft you see his testicles, also called his 'balls' or 'nuts' or 'rocks.' There's lots and lots of words for a boy's balls. Brian's are quite small, you can see, and his scrotum--the sack that contains the balls..." She tapped his ballsack with her stick. "...is very light pink, and tight against his body. As he matures, his balls will grow larger and descend, so that they are hanging down in their sack. His sack will also redden, especially when he is sexually excited. Hopefully some boys in our class have matured enough to have descended balls, so that we can see the difference."

All the girls nodded in complete agreement.

"Let's discuss masturbation now. When boys masturbate, they have fewer options available to them than girls. Mostly they just grip their shaft with one or both hands and rub up and down on it. Demonstrate for us, Brian."

"But... but I don't want to!" the boy stammered in a shaking voice.

"Brian," the teacher said in a stern voice. She tapped his little balls harder with her stick.

He looked at her with pleading eyes, but seeing no change in her demeanor, reached down to his cock.

"Oh, a two-hander," she said. "Excellent. Some boys will also stroke their balls, or pull on them while they masturbate. Now, girls, who would like to give it a try?"

A dozen hands quickly reached out to Brian's cock.

"One at a time, girls, or maybe two at a time. Who can tell us other words for boys' masturbation?"

Two girls were stroking the boy's little cock, while another one offered, "fapping?"

"Yes. What else?"

"Beating off?"

"Jerking off?"

"Very good, girls. And when another person beats a boy off with his or her hands, it's called a hand job. Let some other girls have a turn now ladies!"

As another two girls took over jerking on Brian's little dick, Miss Hammersmith turned her attention to Marcia and Chuck. Marcia was arched-back, breathing hard, and red-faced. She had her knees locked tight around Chuck's head, and the boy's finger was buried deep in her anus while he licked and sucked her clitty.

"Goodness, Chuck seems to be doing quite well!" their teacher said. "It might be time to move on to a lesson about intercourse."

Marcia, sweaty and crimson, looked over at her teacher and nodded vigorously.

Miss Hammersmith smiled. "First, though, fellatio. Who here knows what fellatio means?" When no one answered, she continued. "It's another word for a blow job, also known as 'giving head,' or 'cock sucking.' Who will volunteer to be our first cock sucker?"

Several girls raised their hands.

"I'm glad to see such an enthusiastic response, ladies, but I was hoping a boy would volunteer. Johnnie, come forward."

"I don't..." Brian stammered. "I don't think I want..."

"Quiet," Miss Hammersmith commanded. "Remember what I said about trying everything at least once," she said, more to the class than the boy. "If you never try it, you'll never know if you like it or not, so when it comes to sex, always try everything at least once."

Johnnie had walked to the front of the students and stood before the teacher, looking very nervous.

"Kneel in front of Brian," she instructed him, and take his head in your mouth. Make sure you don't touch his head with your teeth. No, Lucy, don't stop jacking him. You should continue doing that while Johnnie sucks his head."

Brian let out an uncontrolled moan as the other boy took his little cockhead into his mouth, the girl still beating on his shaft.

"Always look up at the boy when you suck him," Miss Hammersmith continued with her instructions. "And feel free to play with his balls."

Johnnie lifted his hand to Brian's ballsack.

"There are many ways to give a blow job, so experiment a lot when you do it. You can stroke the cock, like Lucy is doing here, or you can take the head deep into your throat. Also, the boy can stroke his own cock, which they will often do during a blow job if they are anxious to ejaculate. When the boy cums, he might cum in your mouth or he might pull out and cum on your face. If he cums in your mouth, what should you do?"

"Show it to him on your tongue," a girl said with an air of authority, "and then swallow it."

Miss Hammersmith raised her eyes at the girl. "It seems someone knows exactly what to do! Have you been given lessons before, Jennifer?"

"Um, maybe... I'm not really supposed to talk about it."

"Okay," the teacher said. "Secrets can be fun, but only if the person isn't hurting you or making you do something you don't want to do."

"No," Jennifer said, "he's not hurting me, and I like doing it. A lot."

"Good."

Miss Hammersmith turned her attention back to Johnnie and Lucy as they worked on Brian's cock, giving words of encouragement and advice. "Suck a little harder, Johnnie, and slide up and down on his head while you do it. And for heaven's sake, take it in a little deeper, at least get your lips around his crown! Lucy, experiment with gripping his shaft tighter or looser. See what he responds to best."

"Miss Hammersmith?" Jennifer said.

"Yes, Jennifer?"

"Shouldn't Brian grab Johnnie's hair and... and fuck him in the mouth?"

Miss Hammersmith raised her eyebrows. "Oh? Is that how the man who gives you lessons does it?"

"Sometimes... I mean, I'm not really supposed to talk about it, but, yeah, that's what he usually does."

"Yes, some men like to take control and really give the girl a good face-fucking. And you like it when he does this?"

"Oh yes! Very much! It makes me feel like..."

"Yes?"

"Well, he likes to call me his..." Her face went a little red. "...his dirty little girl."

"And you like being his dirty little girl?"

She smiled, her face even redder. "Yes," she said quietly. "I do."

Miss Hammersmith smiled at her, then turned to the crowd. "Remember this, boys. Some girls like to be told that they're naughty or dirty. Does he call you anything else, Jennifer?"

"Um, yes."

"Such as?"

"Um, well... He likes to call me his whore."

"And you like this too?"

"I do!"

"Good!" The teacher turned back to the students. "Men will often call girls names during sex, like 'slut' and 'whore' and 'fuck toy.' This is normal and natural and, like Jennifer, many girls enjoy it a great deal."

By now, Brian had his hands tight on Johnnie's head and was rocking his hips back and forth, red-faced and panting.

"It looks like Brian's about ready to cum. Well done, kids! Maybe Lucy would like to take the load?"

The girl nodded in agreement, opening her mouth as she did. Brian slipped his head from Johnnie's lips and slid it into Lucy's.

While the three of them continued, Miss Hammersmith turned her attention to the two children at her desk. Marcia was arch-backed and moaning, her whole body shaking through a long, sustained orgasm white Chuck continued diligently licking and sucking and finger-fucking.

"Chuck, you've done a great job," the teacher said approvingly. "I believe Marcy is fully ready for intercourse now."

The girl nodded vigorously again at the suggestion, and Chuck finally lifted his face away from her pussy and pulled his finger out of her anus.

"Students," Miss Hammersmith said, "everyone come over here to observe our first demonstration of intercourse. Stand up now, Chuck, and drop your pants.

The boy wasted no time and soon his cock was free and standing out proudly. Marcia lifted her head to get a look.

"Oh my!" Miss Hammersmith said admiringly as all eyes in the classroom turned to Chuck's member. "This is a fine specimen, girls and boys. Five inches, wouldn't you say? I've seen grown men with smaller cocks! And circumcised, so you can see his head quite well. Notice that his head looks wet..." She pointed with her stick. "This is because he has been leaking precum while kissing Marcy's pussy. Precum provides lubrication, which will help the head enter the vagina, although I'm pretty sure Marcy doesn't need any further lubrication!"

The students all laughed at this.

"And notice his balls, girls," she said, pointing lower with her stick. See how they are much larger than Brian's? And hanging down in their sack? I was hoping we'd get to see descended balls today but I never dreamed we'd have such a fine example. Marcy's a very lucky girl to lose her virginity to such a wonderful cock, don't you agree, girls?"

All the girls nodded, Marcia more than all the others.

"Now, Chuck, just slide your cock into Marcy's vagina and start fucking her. Watch closely, kids, as he enters her."

All the kids stared with rapt attention as Chuck's thick head disappeared into the young girl's cunt. The copulating couple both let out loud groans.

"Excellent! Notice how eagerly her vaginal lips engulf his cock. Your pussy's very anxious to give pleasure to a boy, isn't she, Marcy?"

Marcia nodded vigorously once again.

"Chuck," the teacher said, "I think you can safely call Marcy your 'dirty little girl' now!"

Everyone nodded and laughed, Marcia most of all.

"Now that Chuck has entered her fully, it's a little difficult to see what's happening. Some of you might want to crouch down a get a look from below." Several girls crouched down. "Notice that Chuck's balls are swinging, knocking against Marcy's ass. This is one of the joys of sex with a boy with descended balls. I personally love the feeling of a big set of boy balls like Chuck's knocking up against me. Wouldn't you agree, Marcy?"

The girl only arched her back and groaned in response.

"When he's preparing to ejaculate, his ballsack will tighten and his shaft will lengthen and stiffen even more, and he will bury it as deep inside her vagina as he can, to guarantee that the maximal amount of semen enters her womb. You can feel the cock throbbing inside you, girls, when a boy's orgasm begins. It's a wonderful thing. Who wants to experience this for yourself?"

Every girl in the class raised their hands, and a few boys did, too. Miss Hammersmith noticed that one of the girls with her hand high in the air was Lucy.

"Oh, did Brian finish while we were distracted, Lucy?" the teacher asked her.

Lucy nodded.

"What did you think of how it tasted?"

"It was... salty."

"You get used to it, don't you, Jennifer?"

Jennifer nodded. "Yes, I didn't really like it at first, but now I love it!"

"Now," Miss Hammersmith said to the class, "I want each of you to find a partner and began practicing everything you've learned today. Boys, if your partner is a girl, be sure to practice plenty of foreplay before attempting vaginal sex. Who remembers what to do for foreplay?"

"Kiss her titties!" "Lick her clit!" "Play with her asshole!" the children offered their answers.

"You're quick learners, kids! And if a boy chooses another boy for his partner, in addition to fellatio, you might want to try fucking him in the ass. This can be very fun. In fact, boys, feel free to try anal sex even if your partner's a girl. Remember, try everything. Experiment. There are many positions you can use for intercourse and if you'd like some suggestions, just ask me."

Shortly everyone in the class had a partner and all were in various states of undress. Miss Hammersmith walked about the room like a maestra conducting a symphony of sex, her students an orgy orchestra. Some of the students were quick to begin copulation, others were taking much more time to enjoy each other's bodies.

And then, suddenly, the classroom door opened. The school principal, Mr. Johnson, stood in the doorway and looked around the room for a moment, his eyes wide.

"What the devil is going on here, Miss Hammersmith?"

Part 4: Lessons Learned

Miss Hammersmith froze mid-sentence as she was instructing little Bobbie Andrews how to most effectively insert his penis into Wilma Watson's sweet bald cunny. The teacher opened her mouth to make some ineffectual reply to her boss and mentor's question, but before any words could come out, a girl in the class gave her own enthusiastic response:

"It's our anatomy lesson, Principal Johnson!" she exclaimed excitedly.

The principal glared around the room. "This is entirely unacceptable!" he said, his voice laced with anger. "Children, put your clothes back on! And Miss Hammersmith, join me immediately in the hallway!"

As young Miss Hammersmith turned to follow the principal out the door to her inevitable fate, the schoolgirl Jennifer stood from where she had been kneeling between the wide-open legs of little Allison. She wiped girlcum from her nose and mouth with the back of her hand, and then she spoke.

"But Principal Johnson! You've always told me that it's really important for a girl to learn how to do these things."

The principal looked at the youngster, his eyes widening and his cheeks pinkening. "Yes... but..." he stammered for a moment before regaining a semblance of control. "Jennifer, I thought we agreed that you were not to tell anyone about our... our therapy sessions."

"I didn't!" she protested. "I swear I didn't tell anyone!" Then she added in a somewhat smaller voice, accompanied by a slight grin. "I mean, not until now, I guess."

Miss Hammersmith straightened her blouse and skirt as she continued walking toward the principal, but now a confident smile began to form at the corners of her lips.

"Class, it appears we now know who the man is, that has been giving Jennifer such quality instruction."

Mr. Johnson looked at the teacher with an expression somewhere between an angry school administrator, and the proverbial boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar. "This... this is entirely unacceptable!" he stammered again. " I'm afraid I must insist! Miss Hammersmith, in the hallway, now!"

"Come now, Principal Johnson," the teacher said with a grin. "I'm sure that your 'dirty little girl' would love to demonstrate for her classmates the techniques that you have been teaching her. And I'm also certain that the girls in the class would love to see a grown man's cock, to compare it with the younger examples they've experienced today."

All the girls in class nodded their heads in complete agreement.

"Miss... Miss Hammersmith," the poor man stammered some more, "this is entirely unaccept..." but before he could finish, Jennifer was already on her knees in front of him, unbuckling his pants.

As Miss Hammersmith watched the girl take down her principal's pants, the schoolmarm's face shone with an air of complete confidence now, because she knew from her own past experience that no reasonable man could resist a preteen girl down on her knees in front of him. Men like Principal Johnson like to insist that they are in control, that they are the master and their girl the servant-whore; yet a girl with even the least bit of experience knows full well that the mere hint that she will allow him to slide his cock into her mouth gives her the decided advantage in the struggle of the sexes.

And so it was; Principal Johnson's objection was muted as his trousers fell to his ankles, his high moralizing replaced with base animal need. A moment later, his boxer shorts joined his trousers on the floor.

"Oh my, Principal Johnson!" Miss Hammersmith enthused. "I had no idea you were so well hung!" Indeed, the man was at barely half-mast now, and yet his peter hung down at least five inches. A moment later, Jennifer's well-practiced hands had brought him to his glorious fullness: eight inches long, as thick as a log, an enormous ballsack hanging below.

All the girls in the class gathered around, oohing and ahhing, leaving their sadly disappointed partners behind, while Jennifer sat back with a proud smile and let them admire her lover's cock. However, Mr. Johnson wasn't quite as interested in their admiration as he was in Jennifer's mouth, and so he reached out and grabbed her head and thrust his hips forward, his cock at her face. She barely had time to drop her jaw before his thick bulbous head was burrowing in between her lips.

The girls all oohed and ahhed again as they watched, enraptured, while their principal held Jennifer's head tightly in place with his hands and began to fuck the young girl's face. Many of the observers had their hands between their legs, or the legs of the girl next to them, caressing kittens and clitties as they attentively watched the activities of principal and schoolgirl.

"Boys," Miss Hammersmith said to her unhappy male students, "note how an aggressive male takes control of the girl, and note how enthusiastically your classmates respond to this."

"My turn now!" a girl shouted at that very moment, indeed with great enthusiasm. "No, mine!" said another, equally enthusiastic girl. "Me too!" all the girls joined in the begging chorus.

"Children," Miss Hammersmith scolded, "no need to be so demanding. I'm sure Principal Johnson would love to have two girls at once. Allie, why don't you join Jennifer. Put your face close to hers and he can have you both."

Little Allison fell immediately to her knees next to her classmate, and the principal pulled his knobby head from Jennifer's mouth and, grabbing Allison by her pigtails, proceeded make a fuck-sock of her open mouth. Shorty another girl joined Jennifer and Allison on her knees, then another, all four of them lined up in a row and taking Mr. Johnson's battering ram into their mouths, one after another in turn. Each had their hands between each other's legs, playing with pussy while they impatiently waited their turn to have their principal's wonderful cock in their mouths again.

"Yes," Miss Hammersmith spoke to the neglected boys, "girls love for the man to take control just as Principal Johnson has done. When you're older, you too will be able to do the same, hopefully with a whole group of girls just like this!"

The boys nodded with some hopefulness for the future, if not exactly the present.

"But girls," the teacher said to the females in her class, many of who may not have been paying much attention to her at the time, "I don't want you to think that you are a mere powerless toy for your man. It's important that he thinks you are his toy, and you should do everything you can to convince him that it's true; but I can assure you that a man will do anything you ask if you offer to suck his cock, and you will own him for life if you let him in your pussy."

The few girls that had been listening to their teacher's important lesson nodded with understanding before turning their attention back to the gaggle of girls around their principal, who by this time were all shaking and moaning from the ministrations of each other's fingers and of the throbbing cock that continued to violate each of their mouths in succession. And as the girls before him reached their climaxes, so Principal Johnson let out a long, low, decidedly masculine growl. Extracting himself from whichever mouth was pleasuring him at that moment, he swung his hips back and forth as semen spewed forth from his mighty cock, spraying the faces of the schoolgirls who knelt before him. Many of the sweethearts, cumming hard themselves, had their mouths open wide to catch as much of it as they could. Had the principal been able to, he surely would have aimed his ejaculations directly at their willing receptacles, but as it was he simply came with uncontrolled ecstasy and the girls themselves had to do what they could to help his semen find its proper place.

When he finally finished ejaculating, after pumping several large shots of cum onto the girls' faces, Jennifer reached up, took his still-throbbing member in her hands, leaned in, and gave his head a solid suck.

"It's important to get every last drop after he cums," she informed her classmates with an air of authority, becoming the instructor herself for a moment. "You think he's done, but there's still a little more dribbling out. See?" She pointed to the tip of the man's cock, where a dollop of his pearly cum emerged with a twitch of the shaft and a low groan from the man. Now Allison leaned forward and, while Jennifer held the cock, the little girl gave it a solid suck herself, and Principal Johnson groaned again.

Then with a beaming smile, Jennifer lifted her hand to her face and wiped away a thick glob of semen that was slowly sliding down her nose until it hung viscously from the tip. When she licked her finger clean, the other girls followed suit, wiping cum from their faces and eating it while Mr. Johnson stood above them, overseeing his little schoolgirls like a master of ceremonies.

"Well done, students!" Miss Hammersmith said. "Well done indeed!" The other girls around her began to clap, and even some of the boys reluctantly joined in the applause.

"I'm curious, Principal Johnson, Miss Hammersmith said as she stepped in front of the man and began unbuttoning her blouse. "Are you a one-shot wonder? Or would you be up for giving the class a demonstration of how a grown man administers a proper fucking to a woman?"

Mr. Johnson eyed lasciviously the teacher's beautiful breasts as she bared them for him. Then he pushed the cum-covered schoolgirls aside and, with a look of hungry determination, took Miss Hammersmith by the arm and led her to her desk. He shoved her down face-first, lifted her skirt, yanked her stockings down, and pulled her panties down as well. Forgoing all foreplay, and thus violating one of the key rules the teacher had taught her students, a moment later he was rutting away with his long thick cock driving in and out of Miss Hammersmith cunt. All the children gathered around to watch, and to enjoy the smells and sounds of grown-up sex.

"Usually... after a man ejaculates the first time..." Miss Hammersmith said to the students, continuing with their lesson despite her face being pushed down hard onto the desk by Principal Johnson's strong large hand, "...he will last much longer... the second time... Ohhhh! Oh students! Oh girls! He's bottoming out! Uggghhh! His cockhead is ramming into the end of my vagina and I can feel his balls slapping against my clit! Oh Mr. Johnson! Fuck me hard! Make me your whore!"

"Miss Hammersmith?" a girl asked in a little voice. "Do you think Principal Johnson might want to make me his whore now, too?"

"Not now, Calista! I'm about to cum! Ohhhh!!!" The young teacher's body quaked and quivered as the principal continued ramming his cock deep into her. Her orgasm was sustained for at least thirty seconds of raw, rough copulation before she was finally able to smile, red-faced, at the girl who had asked so politely if she might have a turn.

"OK, Calista, come lean over the desk so Mr. Johnson can fuck you, too."

The principal pulled out of Miss Hammersmith's cunt when the sweet eleven year old girl had positioned herself, face down and ass up, on the desk, and he moved to her now. He was careful with the girl at first, entering her with surprising gentleness given how aggressively he had been fucking her teacher only a moment earlier. Once he'd stretched her poor vagina enough to accommodate his girth, he began sliding in and out of her with more authority, and she began to emit the sweetest little breathy moans.

As soon as Miss Hammersmith had caught her breath from her overwhelming orgasm and managed to stand on wobbly knees, another girl quickly took her place. "My turn now Principal Johnson!" she said.

As the principal mounted the newest girl, Miss Hammersmith looked out at the assembled students.

"Boys, I know you've been disappointed for the last few minutes. I'd like to make that up to you. Who would like to put their cock in my pussy now?"

All the boys rushed forward.

And so it was that every boy in the classroom enjoyed their teacher's glorious grown-up cunt, and every girl enjoyed their principal's mighty cock. Soon all the boys had dumped what little loads they had into Miss Hammersmith, and all the girls had been violated by Mr. Johnson: All of them but one; the last of all the girls was Jennifer.

"Principal Johnson," she said shyly, "I saved my cherry just for you, like you always told me to."

"You're such a good dirty little girl, Jennifer," the principal said. He lifted her small body effortlessly and set her down on her teacher's desk, facing him.

"I am! I am a good dirty little girl!" she responded as she spread her legs open wide for her principal.

All the students in the class watched with rapt attention as the man's thick cockhead parted the girl's sweet lily-white pussy lips. He leaned over and kissed her on the forehead.

"My little virgin," he said gently.

"Your little virgin," she repeated his words with a nervous smile. "But I want you to take my cherry from me now."

As she spoke, his cock pushed in. The young girl grimaced as he tore her maidenhead and entered her. She moaned aloud, leaning back until she was lying prone on the desk with her back arched. And then her principal and her lover began fucking her, slow and shallow at first, then deeper, then deeper still, moving faster inside her with each stroke.

"Oh Jennifer!" the man whisper-shouted.

"Principal Johnson!" the girl said back, lifting her legs in the air and wrapping them around his waist.

The principal's eyes went wide. "Oh my god Jennifer! I'm gonna cum!"

"Students," Miss Hammersmith said to the assembled group, "normally a man like Principal Johnson would last much longer than this, but his pump has been primed by at least a dozen pussies now and I'm sure he can't hold back another second."

"I can't!" the principal shouted. "I'm cumming!"

"Cum inside!" Jennifer shouted, holding him tight to her with her legs. "Cum inside me!"

"As you see, children, men often announce to their partner that they are cumming," Miss Hammersmith told her students. "It's good, as Jennifer just did, to acknowledge this by telling him that you want his cum inside you."

As she spoke, Mr. Johnson rammed the full length of his enormous cock into the young girl's tiny sex, holding it deep inside her and lifting his head in the air and letting out an animalistic bellow.

"Note the man as he orgasms," Miss Hammersmith continued. "His face is red, he moans loudly, his whole body shakes."

Jennifer groaned as Mr. Johnson pulled back and shoved in deep a second time, bellowing again. The girl's legs began to shake uncontrollably.

"See how he deposits his semen as deep inside her as he can," Miss Hammersmith said. "Then he pulls back to charge the next shot and drives in deep to unload again. He does this several times until he has drained his balls inside her. Notice, also, that Jennifer is beginning to orgasm as well. In part this is because semen contains hormones that help a female to climax. Girls, this is another reason to always let the man cum inside you. It will help you achieve your own sexual fulfillment."

Once Principal Johnson had finished his ejaculation, he kept his cock deep inside the little girl, leaning over and kissing her sweaty, bright-red face.

"Now that he's finished," Miss Hammersmith continued, "he'll leave his cock inside her while it deflates. This allows the girl to experience his fullness as her orgasm completes, and also serves as a sort of 'plug,' preventing as much of his semen as possible from leaking out of her so that his sperm has a better chance of entering her womb. I imagine Jennifer's womb is quite full of Principal Johnson's sperm now, don't you think, class?"

All the students nodded.

Principal Johnson eventually removed his now-deflated, but still quite sizable, dick from the young girl's pussy. A glob of cum appeared from inside her, hanging thickly for a moment at her opening before dribbling down.

"You can see that not all of his cum made it into her womb," Miss Hammersmith said, "and some is leaking out of her now. This is what we call a 'creampie,' and many girls love to eat the creampie from another girl. Anyone care to try?"

Several girls elbowed each other for the chance, one of them eventually winning the tussle and kneeling between Jennifer's wide open legs. She licked hungrily at the young girl's spent, leaking pussy.

"Jennifer," Miss Hammersmith continued with her lesson, "after a man has cum inside you, it is very important to clean his cock off with your tongue." The girl nodded to her teacher as Mr. Johnson moved to the side of the desk and hung his cock before her face. "His balls, too, Jennifer," her teacher told her as she licked her lover clean. "Be sure to clean his balls off as well." Jennifer quite willingly did as she was instructed, while other girls took their turn at the creampie between her legs.

"Well, Miss Hammersmith," Principal Johnson said, after his cock had been bathed by the young girl's tongue and he was now buckling his trousers and straightening his tie. "This is a most unorthodox method for teaching your section on anatomy, but I can't say as I fully object."

"I find it is very effective," Miss Hammersmith replied.

"Yes, I can see how that might be the case. Perhaps you and I should discuss this method further? Over drinks after work this evening?"

"I'd like that very much, Mr. Principal," she responded, smiling coyly at the man.

The kids in the class were smiling, too. They all were certain that Miss Hammersmith and Principal Johnson would make a very cute couple indeed.