Sex-Ed Class: Teaching It A Whole New Way ♕

Accepting A Sexual Challenge

 

One of my, let’s just say friends, is a principal at a local high school. She asked me if I would be willing to fill in for the sex-ed class while the teacher was abroad that year. My first thought was to say “hell no,” but then a very sexy thought crept into my less-than-clean mind. I called her back and gave her my requirements. I would only teach one class, I would only teach seniors that were eighteen. And I would have complete control over the curriculum. She was desperate, so she quickly agreed and I started making my lesson plan.

I had gone through sex-ed class in high school and I remembered how boring it was. Putting a condom onto a banana doesn’t exactly prepare one for sex. Now that I think about it, might explain a lot of the lousy lays that I’ve had in my time. My sex-ed class was going to be different.

First Day of Sex-Ed Class

The first day I gave the course syllabus to all my students and informed them of the dress code for the class. All the girls must wear skirts that stopped above the knee and everyone’s hygiene had to be perfect every day. The next week or so I went over proper grooming habits, explaining to them that no one likes to play on dirty equipment. I thought it was going well so I moved on to the next step in my sex-ed course, and the first step on anyone’s sexual journey, hand play.

I called it hand play because that sounded innocent enough to not arouse any suspicion. It may have backfired a little because they were all shocked when I told the girls to remove their panties for that day. In the end, I had to take mine off and climb up on the desk to give them a good view of my perfect pussy. After I explained where everything was, and by the bulges, in all the boys’ pants, I could tell they were paying close attention.

I seized the moment and grabbed a volunteer to show the male anatomy and quite a specimen he was. I couldn’t help but tease him a little and his cock got even harder as I did. Then I decided that, because he was such a good model, he would get a treat and I’d use it for educational purposes. After all, I am a professional, and the kids always cum first. I don’t think he’ll ever forget that handjob. And I don’t think I’ll ever forget him shooting his load all the way to the ceiling.

Really Teaching the Students

The next day there were no complaints when I had the girls remove their panties. The whole class got into the swing of things. Some of these poor girls had never had an orgasm in their lives until that day. And the boys had no clue what they were doing. After a week of my sex-ed instruction, the room was filled with moans from the girls climaxing. The boys became so used to it all. I actually had to assign a few of them detention so that they could give me hands-on examples of what they had learned! Feeling satisfied with that, we moved on to oral sex. I can’t tell you how proud it made me to see row after row of girls sitting on the desks. They had their legs spread and boys in chairs were refining their clit sucking techniques.

The Sex-Ed Class Was Going Better Than I Thought!

When I told them that we were now switching to the other side the girls might have been more excited to get their hands on cock than the boys were to have their cocks handled. It took until the end of the semester. But each girl in that sex ed class knew how to expertly handle a johnson, how to swallow. And she knew how to catch a facial without getting cum in their eyes (but not letting the boy realize that they were avoiding it). I was one proud educator. I did such a good job that year and my friend reached out to me, the principal. She told me that they wanted to hire me permanently to teach my sex-ed course. At this point, I think I might have the national teacher of the year in the bag!

Do you want to sit through a sex-ed class with me? Call me for some naughty fun now!