Sex Ed.

[MistyS]

{EVERYONE: Feel free to roleplay my instructors or any of the other studentsI've made.}

Mr. Xander's new high school class is only for students 18 years of age or more. Mr. Xander and his college intern and assistant Cara will be trying a show and tell approach to their new class: Sex Education. Demonstrations with students and mixed pairings will be a part of the testing. Sign-ups begin now.

Cara is 22, with raven colored hair and bright blue eyes. Her breasts are full, she is a curvy girl. Xander picked her for her classic pin-up look to excite the boys, and bi-curious girls of the class. {Mr. Hanley's specifically gay class is down the hall, but Xander may allow some 'special' studies.}

Xander himself is in his mid-to-late forties, a fact that he tries not to share with his students, and keeps his graying hair dyed brown. He has a trimmed beard, and is physically fit from being the P.E. teacher for so long. He is also proud of his 8 inch cock that he will display on the first day of class, for their first ORAL lesson.


{I won't have time to regularly post on this, but I thought this little fantasy might be fun for anyone to step in as student or teacher. Lessons can start at the beginning, or as if the class has already had a few sessions. First people need to submit their eligible students for the class. Do note that the prom king and queen are enrolled, and though a couple will be required to team with other students in the course.}

Two {'named'} students already enrolled are Jenny and Horace, both top of the class.
Horace is a bit of a nerd, and most of his excitement in the day comes from the scantily clad girls he sees in his women's wrestling video game.

Jenny is the class valedictorian, a blonde with glasses, with a knack for wearing clothes ten years out of style. Which makes her the butt of many jokes for girls in school.

{I think this can be a free for all, as long as people stay in character they can even take over one of my four characters. And as of right now the prom queen and king have yet to be named or made.}

 

[MistyS]

First Day of Class

Mr. Xander was definitely excited about this first day of class. Somehow he'd approved it by the school board, and many applied. It was a very full class. His assistant Cara wore a white low scooped blouse, and jean mini-skirt.

He was fresh from his PE class and simply wore his blue sweat outfit.

Glancing over the fresh young faces he smiled, "Who's ready for some real lessons about sex?"
An uncomfortable laugh rumbled through the class as the students glanced over one another. They were definitely eager.
He motioned to the raven-haired beauty next to him, and introduced her, "This Cara, she'll be demonstrating much of what we will be learning. And do feel free to ask questions."

Cara smiled, "Pleased to meet you all."

Xander looked over the class and gave a quick speech on ways to meet people, "But, this can only go so far. Many relationships are dead in the water if you can't please your partner. So, to literally dive right in, our first lesson is Oral. To start off with... do I have any volunteers? And boys I assure you that Miss. Cara is very easy to work with. And ladies, I'll be patient with you... just no teeth."
Xander and Cara share a look, then he looks back to the class.

 

[muffie]

Gus was 19, heavily muscled, square jawed with a crew cut. He was less than bright but what he lacked in brains he more than made up for in football and that was why he was here, he needed to pass but the class' had to be easy. With 10 inches in his pants and plenty of notches on his belt he new he could pass, with houners! He wasn't really listening to what Xander was saying, he was checking out the talent when his eyes landed on the stunner standing next to Xander, just as a volenteer was called for. With a smile on his face he stood up and walked to the front of the class.

 

[MistyS]

Xander smirked when the school's blue chip recruit strutted boldly to the intern. Though he'd have a late start in college, Xander was sure he'd be successful on the football field.

Cara actually got a little nervous at the brawny man's approach. Her blue eyes wandered to the young man's bulge in his pants. Curious as to how large it would be when hard.

Xander stepped forward, "Now normally, I might give a little demonstration first, but I believe Gus is perfect to show how cunniligus is performed. At least that's what Ms. Ramsey, the cheerleading coach told me. She listens in the locker room." A few of the girls laugh.

The front of the class was on a dais, with a large table and even a bed that could roll out. The classroom also had 'labs' surrounding it, where future 'studies' could be taken. As Gus walked to the front he could see more than a few of his past conquests, as well as potential future ones. Cara smelled like roses, and Gus could tell that she was actually breathing shorter the closer he got.

Xander instructed her to sit on the table before the class, this allowed all to see up her mini-skirt. Currently, she wore light blue lacy panties. Gus could see the little bow at the top on the front, as well as her dark muff through the fabric. "Gus she's all yours." Xander motioned to Cara, and set up a magnifying camera that would project an image onto a screen so the whole class could see what was happening."Let me see what you got."

 

[Ravenloft]

Horace had hesitated too long in raising his hand as Mr. Xander chose Gus, a football jock. He lowered his hand with a quiet sigh of resignation as he pulled out a sturdy steno pad to write down notes.

He was, of course, still a virgin, even at the age of 19. His only real sexual encounter had been feeling one of his nerdy study buddies breasts as a 'reward' for having helped her ace a test. Of course, she only let him touch her over her bra, but that was enough.

That was not to say that he wasn't sexual. He masturbated every night, reasoning that it helped him sleep. As an added benefit, he had learned quite intimately what really did it for him. The only problem with that is that he didn't have anyone to share his personal knowledge with. He sighed again as he looked up at the image being projected on the screen. "Wow..." He muttered under his breath. "Just wow..." The women in his wrestling game just couldn't compare to this.

 

[Timihendrix]

Curtis shifted his lean frame in his seat due to a suddenly prominent erection. He was feeling rather strange attending such an...unorthodox educational event, but looking at the brunette in the short skirt and sexy, lacy panties, he thought it would at least be a hell of a lot more interesting than AP economics.

Gus, resident nienderthal extrodinaire, was one lucky son of a bitch, he thought to himself, brushing away a few errant strands of shoulder-length blond hair from his face to get a better view.

But truth was, Xander wasn't exactly his type. He wouldn't kick her out of bed - no sane, heterosexual man would - but young girls bored him. He tended to fantasize about his history teacher, a curvy thirty-something redhead with an ass to die for, or his best friend Mike's busty mom, moreso than any of the cheerleaders he ran into in the hallways on a regular basis. He was intelligent, though not nerdy. He had been called attractive by women before, not a muscle-bound type like Gus, but he had a good body, he knew. 4 years on the track team running the 800 meter had done him good, though he never considered himself a "jock."

He had never been with an older woman, though he knew if given the opportunity, some hands-on experience would never hurt - he'd be damned if he fumbled about like an idiot in the bedroom.

Besides, this *was* a college campus, and that meant female professors. Sophisticated, confident, and, hopefully, wild and uninhibited. The class had a male teacher, but there was always hope... and hey, if all else failed, maybe "slumming it" with a cheerleader or two, or possibly Xander, might be a welcome consolation prize...

 

[will_4_rp]

As the exchange student visiting from the United Kingdom, Michael was frankly rather surprised. He had certainly expected a semester of rigorous stimulation, but this, to put it mildly, was not quite what he'd had in mind. As the frankly alarmingly sized chap moved in like King Kong to loom over the undoubtedly attractive, but every so slightly obvious, Cara, he shifted uneasily in his chair, eyeing the door. Will people notice if I just get up and leave, he wondered? Still, might as well tough it out, he thought. Stiff upper lip and all that. And speaking of stiffness...

Yes, he was slightly aroused, although he felt certain his seat near the back would permit him to keep the fact of his vulgarly sizable swelling hidden from all but those nearest to him. So he flipped open his largest ring binder and pretended not to be watching the unfurling events up front and on the tastlessly large televisions. He noticed that Jenny, too, was looking slightly flustered by the whole thing. He rather liked Jenny. She was serious and, if you gave her a chance, very funny. Also, he didn't care about her clothes, as he could see that she had much to admire beneath them. Anyway, compared to most Brits he knew she could have just stepped off of a catwalk in Milan.

But Jenny, as ever, seemed more or les oblivious to him. He looked at the clock. Barely minutes had passed. When would it end?

 

[muffie]

Gus made his way past a few of his cheerleader conquests, including Lisa a small blonde who gave great head and loved his really thick cock up her ass. She espeacialy liked being picked up and impaled up her ass while he stood up with her legs over his arms, which were larger than her legs. Jenny was there, over against the wall wearing a tightly laced corset dress in shimmering green that matched her eyes. Gus had the hots for Jenny ever since the day last semester when she found him at the back of the library studying for a business exam. Gus knew that once he hit pro, he would have 4 or 5 years of playing then he would retire at his peak. After that he would market himself as a business to incease his fortune 10 fold. Jenny had 2 passions , creating her own clothes and erotic fiction. Jenny thought he was a brainless giant like most people, until he told her she could market her creations . They formed a secret friendship that was more benificial to Jenny because Gus taught her about business marketing, but mort importantly he would keep the jokes about Jenny from geting more serious, by telling the in -girls she wasn't worth the trouble. In exchange, she would tutor him in his other subjects and sometimes read to him some erotica. As Gus drew closer to Cara, he could smell her rose perfume and see the little bow on her blue lace panties, which were quite visable, as her denim skirt had riden up to her hips . Gus heard Xander say cunnilingus, which made him hesitate a moment. Gus never ate out his girls, they always gave him head which made him wet enough to cram his giant boner into thier tight little pussies. Cara loked a little nervous as he aproached, he could see it in her bright blue eyes. This fact made his cock twitch and start to come to life, that and the thatch of black hair he could see through the lace. Jenny had read him a story about two dykes yesterday, he just had to remember what they did to each other. "She's all yours. " Xander said with a smirk on his face, noticing Gus' slight hesitation. Gus stood in front of Cara with the bulge in his pants growing and bent forward to remove Cara's panties. Cara stopped his hands as he pushed her denim skirt up higher and guided his hands to her growing wetnes. Gus sank to his knees and pulled her panties to one side as Cara spread her legs wide and lay back so Xander could get a better veiw of her moist hole. Gus put his hands on her legs and pushed them wider apart and up, causing her large symetrical inner lips to spread wide apart. Gus could smell a mix of roses and her salty juice as he inhaled deeply, before snaking his tongue deep into her cunt and pulled it out, slick with her natural lube. Cara had shaved off the caorse black hairs around her pussy, so their wouldn't be any nasty little strays to make life uncomfortable for her young lovers. Gus used the tip of his tongue to push her clit up, causing Cara to gasp and arch her back with the sudden unexpected intense pleasure. Gus flicked Cara's clit a few more times, before enveloping her clit with his lips and sucking on her hard bud, flicking it with his tongue. Cara was moaning with pleasure and saying "fuck yes, fuck me with your fingers!" Gus didn't waste a second and inserted his middle finger into her leaking hole, quickly followed by another thick finger which he started to fuck her with.

 

[septosperare]

Todd was pissed again today. He was usually pissed, a condition that stemmed from his parents B.S., and his unrequited love.

He was the outcast, the loner, having pushed away his friends about four months prior. For her; for Sophia. He couldn't have her, and he was damned if he could stand there and "just be friends" while watching her become more and more of a slut.

For the most part, Todd was invisible. He dressed in black and stayed quietly out of the way, which was where he found himself, listening to his mp3 player as it blared bitterly through his headphones. He was somewhat short at 5'8", and was reasonably handsome beneath his perpetual scowl. He had dark hair, and gray eyes which were usually directed at the floor.

Presently they were directed to his notebook, where he was sketching violent abstracts; hateful jagged lines that crossed and intersected like a madman's highway. His pen pressed hard into the paper, it was very gradual as he noticed the motion on the periphery of his vision. He glanced up.

The jock, Gus, as Todd could tell by the bulky form under the football jersey, was on his knees. Before him, a woman Todd had never seen thrashed, open-mouthed, hands gripping the table at the front of the room. Between them, Gus' head lunged and moved in time with his hands as he thrust his thick fingers into her wide open pussy.

Todd's mouth dropped open. "What the f--??" he muttered to himself, and began to think maybe he should have been paying attention.

 

[will_4_rp]

Michael was confused by the class's apparent lack of response. This wasn't at all like the sex he'd observed or participated in back in the dorms of his boarding school. There, when one boy was being taken late at night, or (his personal preference, although beggars can't be choosers) some local tart had been smuggled in through the window, it was common for everyone to form a circle around the fucking couple, to help pin the subject down if necessary, and certainly openly to masturbate, with everyone eventually getting off, nice and messily, onto the face of the subject. The older boys would even join in with the action, if possible, using any available hole or hand to satisfy their needs. Just sitting and watching was anathema to him. Why wasn't everyone active?

Thinking about the dorm gangbangs, and seeing Cara rolling her head back and starting to pant, had made him fully erect and so, deciding he was in the class for the duration after all, and using his leverarch file as a shield from potentially prying eyes, he loosened his tie and the top button of his school shirt and then unzipped his black trousers, allowing his sizable, uncircumcised cock to spring free. Trying not to make his movements too obvious, he began wanking off, his hand sliding the loose skin up and down the rigid inner shaft in time to her moans, imagining his cock in her mouth or (better) squeezed between her firm round tits or (better still) pressing deep into her arsehole as she rolled her eyes back in her skull and, hopefully, began to scream... He tensed his own butt muscles every time he pulled the hood back tightly over his swollen tip, and then released the tension slowly as he rolled it all they way up again and over the now wet bellend. Breathing in time to his slow purposeful motions, he glanced around the class to see if anyone had noticed what he was up to, and wondering if anyone else was doing what he was doing or thinking what he was now thinking:

Watching was all very well, but learning is better when participating.

Should I perhaps set up an experiment of my own, he mused, breathing a little more heavily as the veins beneath his fingertips throbbed harder and fuller, in one of the nearby booths? If Jenny would catch my eye, I could show myself to her - at long, long last, as he was sure she'd been eyeing up the crotch of his tight uniform trousers in the library study group they shared, especially in the English Lit. group studying D. H. Lawrence - and indicate the nearest booth. Or perhaps with one or two of the other boys - and he'd always thought Todd had the kind of damaged depravity about him that he knew so well from boarding school - he could lure her, seemingly innocently, into the nearest lab cubicle, and then host a small tutorial of his own.

Suddenly the class seemed full of possibilities.