Sex Ed [F18F18M24][Classroom Audience][Female POV][Orgasm Focus]

As an obsessive journal keeper, I had to write this down. I'm still in some delusional state where it feels like a fever dream, my hands shaking and my body on fire. I couldn't put it in my public blog, for obvious reasons, so I started this to help me process how it happened.

We were all griping when we found out that Sex Education was added to the coursework. We were all eighteen, we knew how all of that basic stuff worked. About pregnancy and contraceptives and all of that. Why were people mere months from freedom into the adult world being mandated to take a whole class around it?

On the plus side, we were assigned Mr. Thompson, which had us all feeling a certain kind of way. He was barely older than us, fresh off his teaching certification and college graduation. Old enough that we called him Mr. but young enough that we wouldn't mind staying after class, if you catch my drift. Hearing him talk about the reproductive system would be a highlight of the school day.

At least, that's how it would have been if it was a normal sex ed class.

The first thing that sent alarm bells singing in my brain was the layout of the class. Mr. Thompson's desk was in the middle of the room, with all of the desks in a circle around it, facing it. Kind of like a theater in the round experience. It was odd, but not entirely weird. Each desk had a sheet of paper on it, flipped upside down. Mr. Thompson stood against the wall, watching each of us as we walked in and took a seat, chiding anyone who dared went near the paper.

Once we were all in our seats, her stepped between Alli and Josie's desks and began walking around his own, eyeballing each of us. It'd be both cliché and accurate to say that a chill ran up and down my spine at that moment, his caramel-colored eyes taking me in like that, a sense of predatory dominance filling the room. I knew my classmates fairly well, and I had never experienced the magnitude of silence from them that I experienced in that room.

"Now," he said, "welcome to a new course using an experimental teaching strategy. Each of you will soon flip over that paper and answer every question honestly, then sign the bottom. Trust me when I say that lying will hurt you more than it will hurt me."

He nodded at us to go ahead and flip over the paper. Murmurs started ringing up around me, I'm pretty sure Stacey asked something out loud, but my focus was on what I was reading.

NAME

ARE YOU OR HAVE YOU BEEN SEXUALLY ACTIVE? HOW MANY PARTNERS?

HAVE YOU HAD AN ORGASM? WITH YOURSELF OR A PARTNER?

HAVE YOU GIVEN OR RECEIVED ORAL STIMULATION?

HAVE YOU ENGAGED IN ANAL PENETRATION?

PLEASE LIST ANY KINKS YOU ARE INTO OR INTERESTED IN:

Following this, at the bottom, were a list of sex positions with checkboxes next to them.

"What is this?" I asked.

"It couldn't be more clear, Lana," Mr. Thompson said. "The schoolboard has determined that students need a more thorough understanding of sexual education in order to fix the relationship crisis. Your male peers are being taught how to better please you, and you all are being taught the inverse as well as how to please yourself. By being more open about sex, it will improve relationships. That's the theory."

"So, you're going to give advice and have us what? Watch videos?" Stacey said.

Mr. Thompson smirked, and a collective inhale of breath went up around us, "My teaching will be more hands on."

A few of the other girls looked nervous. I felt an excitement spark inside of me. I was scared, of course, but the implication of Mr. Thompson railing me was enough for my normal daydreaming self to spiral into thoughts. I noticed a Josie was also squirming in her seat a little bit.

We returned to filling out our paper, complete with a signature at the bottom stating that we were consenting with the rules of the classroom. After taking all of the papers, Mr. Thompson went over to the door and locked a deadbolt that didn't come standard with most classrooms.

He shuffled through the papers, his eyes grazing over a couple of lines. He decided on something, putting the majority onto his desk, before holding two before his face. He compared the two back and forth.

"Josie," he said finally, placing both papers onto the other stack, "It seems you have the most experience so I would like you to help me with a demonstration."

Josie's eyes went wide. She wasn't expecting things to start off so quick. None of us were.

"Please, disrobe completely and lay down on my desk."

As Josie started slowly peeling off her clothes, looking at all of us to help or step in in some way, Mr. Thompson went back to speaking.

"What may come as a shock to a few of you, some women believe that they either cannot orgasm or that they have weak orgasms. I am here to tell you that a proper partner will show you that there is nothing wrong with you. It is only a selfish partner that does not allow you to feel satisfied.

"Josie here has mentioned that she orgasms almost every time she has sex, and to quote her paper ‘even with the worst partners'. Truly a lucky young woman. Josie, I know that this situation is awkward, but I will rely on that sentence for this demonstration. You will show the rest of the class what a proper orgasm is so that they will not be confused in their own activity."

Josie swallowed hard, now fully stripped and bare in front of us. To her credit, she wasn't doing that thing where people attempt to cover themselves up, her posture confident. And who could blame her? She had wide hips, a nice bouncy ass hanging from them. Her tits were small, but perky, allowing her toned body from volleyball to show off a bit. She had a smattering of freckles across her tits. She had a small strip of hair above her vagina, obviously trimmed on a regular basis.

Fuck, I'm wet thinking about it.

"So what? You want me to masturbate?" she asked.

That smirk again. That damn smirk.

"No, please lay down on the desk." Josie followed the instruction and within seconds, his hands were on her. One hand squeezed her breast, her nipple rolling under his fingers. The other was rubbing between her legs, the angle from my desk not the best.

Josie's breath shuddered. Almost instantaneously her body relaxed. She moved her hips slowly under him, letting herself get into it. For what it was worth, she made for a good teacher's assistant.

"Now, the rest of you will need to be observant. Watch how she reacts. Watch how I adjust based on those reactions. Watch her breaths, her expressions, everything. For those of you who can't see, she is incredibly wet already." He chuckled. "It does seem like I picked the right person for this demonstration."

Josie chuckled, a breathy laugh that was staggard. She was clearly getting to the spirit of things, Mr. Thompson's supposed expert touch edging her along.

For my stake in things, I decided to take notes. I could feel the wetness gathering in my own pants, and I wasn't sure what to do with my hands. So, I took out a pen and started writing down everything I noticed.

Then Mr. Thompson really surprised us.

He moved around to between her legs, grabbing her thighs, and pulled her toward him so that her ass was barely on the edge of the desk. He unbelted his pants, dropping them and a large, girthy cock sprung forth dramatically.

Josie propped herself up on her elbows and looked at it, her eyes wide with excitement. He held her waist, looking her in the eye as his other hand gripped it and lined it up with her.

As he pushed in, Josie's moan caught in her throat, her eyelids fluttering. She bit her lip. Something broke and her moan finally pierced the quiet of the classroom. He thrust in more, then pulled back. Josie gripped the sides of the desk. In he went again.

Based on his motions, he was only giving her some of him. Enough to make her moan, but not enough to fill her. She was getting used to the stretch his girth was giving him, and with each slow, deliberate thrust, he seemed to be giving her more.

I heard my name as I wrote something down and looked up to find him staring at me.

"Yes?" I asked.

"How are you observing if you are missing seconds every time you take a note?" he asked, holding Josie's thighs around his waist as he pushed into her. In fact, come stand by the desk. The rest of you, gather around."

I carefully got up from my seat, my skin vibrating with adrenaline and approached the desk. From this angle, I could see the full show, his cock pistoning in and out of her pussy, the fluid gathering along his shaft. I could smell the sticky sweetness of their connection more potently. My classmates also gathered around, creating a half-circle around the three of us.

"Now, to make sure you aren't paying attention to other things, I want you to rub Josie's clit for me. If I remember correctly, you stated that you mostly get satisfaction from clitoral stimulation, so I assume you know where it is."

I looked up at him, then at Josie, who was a mess of moaning and gibberish. I placed my fingers on her swollen clit, moisture gathered on it. I could feel the force of his thrusts, the heat radiation off his manhood. I rubbed her bean with the pads of my fingers, shifting pressure on and off of it like how I enjoy.

To my astonishment, her breathing started getting shallower. She locked eyes with me, paying more attention to me than the monster slamming into her. I felt a lightness in my chest, a small sense of pride for being able to hold her stare.

I continued toying her clit, and at some point, my other hand found its way to her beautiful body, rubbing up her stomach and onto her tits. I teased and kneaded her nipples between my knuckles, making sure not to stop the pressure on her clit.

Before he told the rest of the class what was about to happen, I felt first hand as Josie's body tensed up, ready to release. The rest of the students got closer, watching her face and her body as she arched her back and squeezed the desk.

Her mouth opened, a silenced scream as she clenched around his cock, her eyes staring at me before rolling into the back of her skull, her vocal chords finally making their arrival, permeating the small room. She reached down and grabbed my wrist, holding my fingers to her clit as Mr. Thompson fucked her through the orgasm.

As she collapsed back down to the desk, he slowed down his thrusts and the grip she had on my wrist was loosened. Her breathing was quick and shallow, a humming moan coming from her throat. I looked back over to Mr. Thompson as he pulled out, shooting strong ropes of semen across her body and my wrist.

Opening a drawer and pulling out a hand towel, he quickly wiped his dick off before pulling his pants back up. He handed another to Josie, who clenched it as she kept breathing heavily on his desk, her body quivering in the afterglow of the lesson.

The rest of us went back to our seats. Without a hand towel of my own, I licked the salty cum off the back of my wrist. I looked up to see Josie watching me do this. For a second, embarrassment hit, but then an out of character confidence filled me. I turned my hand over and licked the pad of my fingers. She smirked, her eyes dancing with excitement.