Summer School (closed)

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Andrew James looked up at the clock in his classroom. 2:55. He stood up and his students looked up at him.

“Well, here we are,” he said to the class. “Five minutes left of the last class of the day, on the last day of school.”

There was a smattering of applause and a few cheers from the kids.

Andrew smiled. “And I want to thank you all for a great year. You have been a great group and I’ve truly enjoyed being your teacher this year.”

He took a piece of paper from his shirt pocket and unfolded it.

“Now, I’m afraid I have some bad news for a few of you,” he said. He had their attention now. “As I’m sure you’re all aware, our fair state has recently passed a law requiring all high school students to complete a sex education course before graduation.”

A few of the students giggled.

“Now most of you have already taken care of this, but it turns out that three of you seniors -- Anna Lee, Heather Thompson, and Jessica Williams -- have still not completed the course. So as ridiculous as this may sound, you’re going to have to take summer school.”

More laughter and some groans from Jessica and Heather. Anna's eyes just opened wide.

“Not only that, but here’s a plot twist -- I am going to be teaching the class,” Andrew said, chuckling to himself. “Thought I’d pick up a couple of classes this summer and this is what I get.”

He grinned at his class again.

“So Anna, Heather, and Jessica, I’ll see you right here on Monday morning. You’ll be my prisoners for eight lovely weeks of embarrassing facts and figures. The rest of you, have a great summer, and you seniors, have a great life!”

The bell rang and the students cheered and rushed for the door.
 
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(Keep in mind that the students dress is as described if different than the picture.)

Mister James presented his farewells, then his bad news.

Anna Lee had been expecting the bad news. Her mother -- the typical overbearing Korean-American mother who had had a hand in every aspect of Anna's upbringing and education since the day she'd been born -- had already been informed of the requirement by an Office Assistant who knew not informing Mrs. Lee would have brought the woman's wrath down upon the entire school.

She hung her head as the other students chuckled and made their bad jokes. The boy behind her -- who had failed miserably to get intimate with the newly turned 18 year old virgin -- leaned forward and whispered, "If you're wondering, they don't teach you how to have sex in Sex Ed ... not that you'll ever need such information, Cherry."

With her gaze toward her own lap, Anna could see the modest mounds of her B-cup breasts pushing outwards against her loose fitting tee shirt. A pair of also loose fitting jeans and flat soled deck shoes rounded out her outfit, hiding the 5'4" teen's simple curves, just as her conservative mother insisted.

Of course, it wasn't as though Anna would have shown off her youthful, smooth shape if her mother hadn't picked out each and every item in her closet and dresser. She was a bit too shy for flaunting herself. But maybe showing a little skin would have fended off the rude comments from the boys and girls alike, making her high school experience a little less traumatic. Anna would never know. With the exception of the Sex Ed class, she was done with high school and would be heading off to UCLA, the school picked by her parents because it meant she could continue to live at home ... and have her every move and action monitored. Wonderful!

From a seat behind and left of the man-boy who had spoken so rudely to Anna, Heather Thompson -- who also had known ahead of time that she'd be stuck here for the summer -- reached over and finger-flicked a big ear. The teen cried out and cupped a hand over the pained appendage, snapping at her in a low growl, "What the fuck?"

"Grow up," was all she'd planned on saying. But then she smiled, leaned closer to him, and whispered something she'd heard her older brother once say about boys who claimed to have gotten some but likely hadn't, "The last time you had pussy, pussy was having you."

That brought a round of laughter from the near-sitting friends of the slightly older and very sexually experienced Heather. She smiled with delight at the approval of her snide remark, still staring at the rude thing. When she caught his gaze fall to her more-open-than-it-should-have-been blouse, she reached up past one lapel to the inner edge of her D-cup bra and pulled it aside, fully but only momentarily flashing a large breast and its pert, pink nipple.

"I didn't want you to graduate..." Heather began, straightening her clothes again and sitting back in her seat as yet another round of laughter filled the back corner of the classroom. She finished, "...without being able to say you'd at least seen a titty once in your life."

It wasn't the first time she'd unexpectedly revealed a bit of her magnificent body to an unsuspecting student. Heather wasn't a slut, per se, but she'd had her fair share of erotic experiences during her five -- yes, five -- years of high school. The boy turned back to face the front before giving her one last, angry look. A widely smiling Heather was ready, pulling up the lower hem of her short skirt to give him a quick peak at her lacy yellow panties before whispering, "Dream of me tonight as you whack off, okay?"

Sitting three seats away listening to yet a third Heather-inspired round of chuckles, Jessica Williams was wide eyed with surprise. She'd had no idea that she was three credits short of graduating, let alone that she'd be taking a Sexual Education Class...! Really! This just couldn't be happening! She looked down into her lap and she felt her face flood with a blush of deep embarrassment that -- to the ignorance of many -- was still more than obvious even with her dark skin.

After she thought she had control of her emotions, Jessica looked up and left toward the tall, well sculpted young man who had taken her virginity just three days earlier. She half expected to find him looking and pointing at her, mouthing You could use some Sex Ed! Their experience hadn't been the most enjoyable for her, an experience made no better by his awkward attempts to forgive her for her lack of knowledge and fear-based hesitation. It wasn't her fault she didn't know what to do. What did he think she meant when she told him I'm a virgin. I've never done this before.

“So Anna, Heather, and Jessica, I’ll see you right here on Monday morning. You’ll be my prisoners for eight lovely weeks of embarrassing facts and figures. The rest of you, have a great summer, and you seniors, have a great life!”

The bell rang and the students scattered, including Anna and Jessica. Heather, however, waited until the others had cleared out before standing and making her way forward. She adjusted her skirt -- upwards on her hips to show a little more thigh -- then unbuttoned yet another button on her blouse, making it open enough to allow the interested viewer a view of her cleavage that included the outward heading lower curves of her impressive bosom.

Mister James was stuffing his briefcase full of things as she stepped up close to his desk, leaning over it on open hands pressed palm down against the edge. With a wide smile and a seductive tone that no student should have been using with an older male teacher, Heather asked, "Mister James, is there anyway maybe I can get myself out of summer school. I mean, c'mon ... Sex Ed...? Really?"

She cocked her head to the side a bit, a move that also caused her shirt to open almost to the point of giving the man an up close and personal view of a big, pink nipple. She chuckled, asking," I mean, what do you think you could teach me about sex that I don't already know ... right?"
 
Andrew began putting his papers into his briefcase when Heather Thompson started sashaying her way to his desk, and klaxons started sounding off in his head. Heather was the hottest piece of ass in the school, and she knew it. That was a dangerous combination for anyone, but especially for a teacher who could get himself fired or arrested if he started thinking with his prick. Andrew didn't really know if Heather actually fucked around or if she was just the school's biggest cocktease, but he figured she wanted something from him and was going to use her tight little body to get it.

Sure enough, Heather practically flopped her big tits onto his desk before she started talking.

"Mister James, is there anyway maybe I can get myself out of summer school?" she cooed at him. "I mean, c'mon ... Sex Ed...? Really?"

This is like watching a bad Marilyn Monroe impression, Andrew thought.

Heather tossed her hair out of her face and giggled at him.

Is she going to start singing Happy Birthday, Mr. President?

"I mean, what do you think you could teach me about sex that I don't already know ... right?"

Despite himself, Andrew couldn't help imagine this little slut on her knees, slurping on his cock to get out of sex ed. He wondered if she really did know how to suck a dick properly. Then he imagined himself disgraced and in jail and he snapped himself back to reality.

Andrew shut his briefcase and closed the latch. "Miss Thompson, like many 18-year-olds, you seem to think you know everything," he said sternly. "And like all of those 18-year-olds, you are sorely mistaken. I plan to teach you quite a bit this summer, and I expect to see you here promptly at 8:30 Monday morning. Have a nice weekend."

He strode out of his classroom, hoping his erection wasn't too obvious against his pants.
 
Heather watched Mister James head out of the room without even a hint of sexual interest in her, which -- Jesus! -- just didn't happen. Of course, if she'd taken just a quick moment to look down his form a bit, she would have seen the erection that had begun pressing against the crotch of his pants.

"Well..." she murmured, turning on her tall heels to head back to her desk for her books and bag and finishing, "...fuck."

She'd seriously been ready to bend over the teacher's desk for a quick fuck from behind to free up her summer. Now what? she wondered. As Heather grabbed her things and headed out of the classroom, the answer to her unspoken question was simple: show up Monday morning and deal with it.

She had traveled only a dozen steps or so down the hallway when she heard her name called. Looking down a side hall, she found the other two prisoners looking at her. Heather knew Jessica well enough: they'd been friends during their elementary school days, but -- as happened -- they began running in different circles once they each realized the importance and significance of cliques. But Anna was almost an unknown to Heather. The girl had only started classes at Taylor High her senior year, and -- to be honest -- Heather couldn't recall ever having spoken anything more than a polite greeting passing her in the hall or taking a seat in one of the two classes they'd had with one another.

"Sucks, huh?" she asked as she joined the two. "I can believe this."

"I know!" Anna agreed, her expression and tone still showing her shock. She looked between the two, asking both, "Did you know this was coming?"

Still showing her seriously introverted shyness, Anna looked to the floor and simply nodded her head. Heather nodded as well, adding, "I tried to get out of it, but..."

"Meaning you offered yourself up to Mister Davis," Jessica said. It was a knowing statement, not a question. The two may not hang out together anymore, but that didn't mean Jessica didn't know about her former friend's reputation. After Heather finished laughing at the other's boldness, Jessica said with a touch of surprise, "And he passed?"

"Yeah, can you believe it?" Heather answered, laughing again. She looked around herself for eavesdroppers, then said quietly, "He must be a cock sucker. I mean, c'mon--" She gestured her hands toward her body, saying with humor, "Pass on this ... really?"

Jessica laughed, and even Anna giggled a bit before looking away, her face exploding in a blush. The three chatted for several minutes about this and that before saying their farewells and making their plans to be back here Monday morning...



Heather wasn't one to give up easily. She hated losing, no matter what it was. And having Mister James so easily dismiss her advance on him three days earlier was a loss on her score card. So, Monday morning when she arrived, she came dressed to be seen.

Jessica was arriving as the other was and couldn't help but laugh. "Oh my god, girl! You seriously want to get out of summer school, don't you?"

"Don't you?" Heather asked with surprise. "It's summer! We're supposed to be at the lake stretched out on blankets in bikinis with young boys and old men alike climbing over one another to get to us."

Jessica headed into class, rethinking her own wardrobe. She wore short shorts that showed off her fit legs, but her flat shoes did nothing to emphasize the dark skinned limbs. High heels next time, she told herself, not wanting Heather to be the only one to skate out of summer school by acting the slut. She smiled politely to Mister James as she headed for a second row seat, looking down at her long sleeved top. It showed off very little skin. Even so, though, the top still showed off her plentiful, firm C-cupped bosom. Maybe that would attract some attention from the teacher.

Anna entered just a moment after the other two in the same typical rush that her dedication to school always caused. She was dressed as conservatively as ever, in yet another loose fitting shirt and long pants that left every thing to the imagination.
 
Andrew came home to find his girlfriend, Laura, doing some sort of workout routine in front of the living room TV. She was a junior high teacher in another school in Andrew's district, and they had met at a teacher training day a couple of years ago. Laura was a fitness fanatic; she ran at least six miles every morning and usually did some sort of weight training or yoga or pilates or something or other in the evening. Laura's fitness regimen had given her an incredible body and inspired her to wear sexy workout gear that Andrew thought was every bit as sexy as lingerie. He watched her stretch and bend for a couple of minutes and felt his penis start to rise in his pants again.

As she stood up and stretched her arms toward the ceiling, Andrew hugged her from behind, pressing his hips -- and his growing cock -- into her backside.

"Hi, honey, I'm home," he growled in her ear.

"Oh hey!" she said, twirling around to give him a kiss. "I'm right in the middle of this thing, let me finish and then we'll get started on dinner."

He kissed her back and let his hands slide down to cup her bottom. "I know what I want for dinner," he said.

She giggled and pushed him away playfully. "You're silly," she said. "Did you forget I've got that 10K in the morning? Gotta rest up before the race!"

And with that, she turned back to the TV screen and the stretching and the bending. Andrew adjusted his prick in his pants and gritted his teeth a little bit.

*****

Andrew arrived at Taylor High at 8:15 on Monday morning. Anna, Jessica, and Heather had all walked with their class at graduation on Saturday night, but they would not receive their diplomas until and unless they passed his sex ed class. That was the state law. All three of them had been accepted to college, but Andrew knew that their offers would be rescinded if they had not officially completed high school by the end of the summer.

At 8:25, his three students walked into his classroom together, which surprised him a little bit. He didn't really think any of them ran in the same circles. Heather was part of the popular girl/cheerleader/give-handjobs-to-the-football-players clique, Jessica was involved with the student council and other organizations, and Anna, as far as he could tell, wasn't really allowed to socialize and spent all of her time studying.

What did not surprise him, however, was the fact that Heather was dressed even sluttier than usual. Andrew chuckled to himself. I guess she thought she'd wave her tits at me and I'd just let her skip, he thought to himself. And now she's dressed like a club girl or something. I'm surprised she didn't just show up in a slutty schoolgirl costume, wear her hear in pigtails and suck on a lollipop during class.

At 8:30 on the dot, Andrew cleared his throat. "Good morning, ladies," he said. "Thank you for being on time today. I know this is not where you want to be on the first day of summer vacation, so I appreciate your time and effort."

He looked down at his class curriculum. "Okay, again let me remind you that this class is required by the state for all high school students to take before graduation. The curriculum is set by the state and the students must complete each section of the curriculum and pass a written exam at the end of the course."

He looked up. "Okay, we're going to start with the male sexual organs today, and there are a few illustrations to help us out," he said. "Anna, can you turn off the lights for me, please?"

He pressed a button on a small remote control device and the overhead projector turned on, broadcasting the first image onto the whiteboard at the front of the class. He heard at least one gasp of shock from his three students.

The image was a very large, very accurate anatomical drawing of a naked man's pelvis. Short black hair curled above the man's circumcised penis, which hung heavily between his legs against his testicles, which were also large and hung obscenely down. The various parts of the man's genitals were labeled in a small, neat font.

"I didn't realize it would be so big," he said, and immediately the girls started giggling. "I mean... yeah, I guess that's what she said. I mean I didn't realize the image would be so big. Anyway, well, obviously these are the male genitalia," he said, consulting his lesson plan. "This is the penis and these are the testicles..." He went on pointing out the various parts of the male anatomy and describing their functions.
 
"Okay, we're going to start with the male sexual organs today..."
...Mister James began. Even as Anna was dutifully hopping up to turn out the lights, Heather was ready to start the fun. She leaned to her left to look to Jessica, whispering, "That's the way I like my mornings to start ... with male organs nearby in the dark."

Jessica slapped her hand over her mouth to silence the laughter burst that threatened to escape. They giggled together as the lights went out, then giggled again at the sight of a massive cock and balls on the white board.

"I didn't realize it would be so big," he said.

As she sat to the left, the humor turned the quiet girl's direction with Heather asking, "Did you realize it would be so big, Anna?"

Even in the dark, Anna feared her blush was visible to the very outgoing girl. Her only response was to look down to her notes in embarrassment.

Mister James worked through the whispering commentary from the front row...
"This is the penis and these are the testicles..."

Again, more giggling. Heather spoke up quickly with a feigned tone of confusion, "Excuse me, Mister James, but ... is that spelled p-e-n-i-s ... or c-o-c-k?"

To her left, Jessica burst out in laughter yet again. They listened to Mister James's response and let him go back to the lesson. It wasn't long, though, before Heather was again asking questions in response to the dispensed information.

"So, Mister James ... when you say that it -- the pe-nis ... when it fills with blood and becomes erect ... I'm confused ... is that what they call a boner...? Or is it a hard-on..."

And, of course, more giggling into hands pressed over mouths of the girls flanking Heather. She was having a great amount of fun, but she was very careful to add just enough genuine inquiry so that she couldn't be outright accused of being a smart ass.

The lesson continued, with more questions intended to embarrass the teacher until the bell sounded for the end of first period. Jessica spoke up for the first time as she hopped from her seat, "We still get a period break, right...? Like regular school?"

She didn't care what the answer was, heading for the door and flipping the lights back on as she said over her shoulder, "I gotta pee."

Heather leaned close to the shy Korean girl and whispered into her ear. Anna's eyes grew to the size of golf balls as she said, "I can't!"

Heather whispered again, then reached into her purse and pulled out two tickets to an outdoor concert Thursday night. (Heather always had bribing items close at hand, just in case she wanted something from someone she couldn't manipulate with sex. She flashed them at the other girl, exchanged some more whispers with her -- which began to show signs of turning from the negative to the positive -- then set the tickets on the girl's desk.

"Excuse me, sir ... Mister James, sir," Anna said with a soft tentative voice. She blushed again, visible now with the lights up, and -- looking down at the floor before her -- asked with a tentative voice, "Will we be ... I mean ... it would be ... more educational..."

Heather knew the girl couldn't go through with it. She snatched the tickets back, stuffed them in her purse, then said quite bluntly, "Mister Davis, Anna thinks she could absorb the material better ... enjoy lasting recollection ... if we actually saw a real penis. Any chance of that happening?"

Her lips spread in a wide, devilish smirk as she eyed the teacher and, again, crossed one leg over the other in a way that showed off some serious leg and hip.
 
There was a lot of giggling from the three girls as Andrew went through the lesson on male sexual organs. Well, from two of them, anyway. Anna could hardly bring herself to look at the giant dong on the wall and spent most of her time staring at her desk.

She looks mortified, Andrew thought. He was now 100% positive Anna was a virgin and he was pretty confident she had never seen a real live penis before. Hell, she may never have seen a picture of a penis before today, he thought.

He couldn't really tell about Jessica. She definitely wasn't terrified like Anna was, and she giggled at all of Heather's jokes, but she didn't seem entirely comfortable either. Andrew couldn't ever remember her having a boyfriend... not that he could keep up with high school romances if he cared to, and he didn't care to. But now he had to wonder... was Jessica a virgin, too?

And then there was Heather, who obviously had decided to be the Sex Ed Class Clown and to try and embarrass him with not-so-innocent questions about penises and boners. Heather acted liked she had fucked half the guys in school, but you could never tell--sometimes girls who acted super-slutty were just insecure and actually had little experience.

She was one hot piece of ass, though, and she was throwing it all in his face. A couple of times, when she asked one of her dumb questions, Andrew found himself daydreaming just a bit, imagining Heather on her hands and knees, looking back at him with a shocked look on her face as he pushed his cock into her ass. "Turns out there was something I could teach you, huh?" he said, his balls slapping against her pussy--

He snapped himself back to reality again. She wasn't very smart. During the period break, she actually tried to get Anna to ask to see his penis, which was pretty ridiculous in a couple of ways. Anna wasn't ready to say the word "penis," much less look at one, and Andrew wasn't about to show his cock to three high school students who would instantly tell their parents and all their friends that Mr. James was a sex criminal.

"Thank you, Heather, for that creative suggestion," he said drily, looking at her. "But I'm sure Anna did not say anything of the kind and I'm equally certain none of you girls want to see the teacher's penis."

As he said it, though, Andrew felt his balls tingle. It was a pretty amazing fantasy, three teenage girls watching as he took out his cock and balls for them.

"Anyway," he said, "let's keep going. Our next image... yikes." The next image was a super-detailed drawing of an ejaculating penis. The testicles were drawn up tight and flat against the man's pelvis. The penis itself was fully engorged and a bright angry shade of red from base to tip. The head was so swollen that it had a purple tint, matching the large ugly veins snaking down the shaft.

And, most graphically, there was a long ribbon of white semen squirting out of the penis and into the air. There was more of the milky fluid dripping from the tip and trickling down on to the underside of the shaft, just underneath the head.

Now it was Andrew's turn to stifle a laugh. Jesus, he thought, it would be tough to find anything this explicit on a porn website.

He cleared his throat and looked down at his lesson plan. "Okay, well, this is the moment of ejaculation," he read. "After the arousal and erection stages, the penis must be stimulated repeatedly before the man can achieve orgasm. Traditionally, the penis would be stimulated by a woman's vagina, but stimulation by a hand, or a mouth, or other parts of the body, can help the man achieve the same result, sometimes powerfully."

"In the moments before ejaculation," he continued, "the erect penis will continue to respond to stimulation, growing larger and harder in all areas, and the testicles will draw up tighter against the man's body. At the moment of orgasm, semen will shoot from the head of the penis multiple times. In biological terms, the ejaculation is designed to flood the woman's vagina with semen, maximizing the changes that the sperm will make its way into the uterus and ultimately impregnate the woman. In evolutionary terms, the orgasm will usually produce intense, almost overwhelming feelings of pleasure in the man's penis and throughout his body."

He put down the lesson plan. He smiled. "Any questions now, class?"
 
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