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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

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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