Extra Sexual Curricular

St Thomas Academy was the first school to offer a course in sexual practice. It involved hands on training and the first session was for boys only. The school board had engaged the experience of Becky Brandon who was well qualified in her field. In fact anybody’s field would do!
“Good morning boys. I’m Becky. Welcome to this first session. We’re going to get along well. If we don’t, I will have failed. You may already know that sex is good and when it’s bad it’s still good!”
There was resounding laughter from the class of twelve boys who were all over sixteen.
“Hands up anybody who’s already had experience? This session deals with straight activity only.” One hand was slowly raised.
“Was it good?”
“No Miss Brandon but I did get to feel inside the girl’s knickers.”
“OK. Not to worry. It’s a start. Age is on your side. All of you will get more than a feel today. Don’t be embarrassed. Sex is wonderful. It is a splendored thing. It’s the reason to be living. It’s why we are living and why we are on this earth.”
“Please Miss Brandon, do we get to have it with you?” The same boy who’d had some experience was excited and Becky was relieved she had broken the ice.
“Yes. As many of you who want me will have the chance to fuck me. Don’t be shocked by my language. I’m not using it as a profanity. I’s a lovely word when used in the right way. You may prefer to say you’d like to ‘make love to’ me but we’ve only just met. Maybe you would just love to fuck me. That’s acceptable. It doesn’t mean rape. If it’s consensual; meaning we both agree, I would be very happy to be fucked by all of you, as part of your training. I just want all of you to be fully conversant with giving your chosen girlfriend a pleasant time. Are there any questions?” The same hand was raised.
“Becky. What if we make you pregnant?”
“Sadly, you can’t. My uterus was removed due to disease but I still function fully. I’m around twice the age of you but please don’t be afraid of me. I’m too young to be your mum but I am a big girl so I can give all of you a good experience. I can see you’re all very capable of giving it to me. Whatever is lurking in your trousers will be fine. Size really does not matter as we shall prove. My dad used to say that learning to have your first fuck was like learning to ride a bicycle. You borrowed someone’s well-used cycle to learn on before you got one of your own!” By now the boys were getting excited. There was one more bit of tuition before Becky gave them hands on experience.
“When you first see me naked your sexual prowess will be tested. Don’t be embarrassed. Some of you will get erections and some may want to run away. The best preparation for you comes from The Perfumed Garden, a translation from an Arabian guide written in the sixteenth century. I will read one quote:
God has furnished her, (it means any woman), with a rounded belly and a beautiful navel, and with a majestic crupper; and all these wonders are borne up by the thighs. It is between these latter that God has placed the arena of the combat; when the same is provided with ample flesh, it resembles the head oaf a lion. It is called vulva. Oh! How many men’s deaths lie at her door? Amongst them how many heroes?
God has furnished this object with a mouth, a tongue, two lips; it is like the impression of the hoof of the gazelle in the sands of the desert.
Now; two words I read may need explaining; crupper is a girl’s rump and the tongue refers to the clitoris. I am well endowed with both as you will soon see.
Now go into the adjoining room to undress. I take it we all showered well before this session.”
While the boys undressed Becky removed what few clothes she was wearing and waited for them to emerge. She took up her position sitting on the edge of the adjustable bed, similar to that used in a doctor’s examining room.
“Wow! Boys; you’re all looking good. Feel free to stare at me all over. Call it my hairy cunt if you wish but it’s the vulva as I read to you. I don’t mind if you say fanny or a very old fashioned word is quim. Who’s coming first? Maybe the stiffest? I must offer you condoms as is the rule but you’re not forced to put one on. Please use the medicated wet-wipes before you start.” The first boy moved slowly towards the bed.
“What’s your name?”
“Simon.”
“OK Simon. Stand between my legs while I adjust the bed height to get you in line with my vulva.
I will lay back on the bed’s slope. You’ve got a good erection. If I part my outer lips just touch your tip between them and slide your cock up and down. I’m fairly moist but you can add your own saliva if you wish. At the top of the crevice you’ll find my clitoris. That’s like a switch to set me in motion. Finger it. My vagina is not just an open hole but a long channel which will part its sides to accept the biggest of you or close to clasp the smallest. If the longest of you gets in and spurts your sperm to the top I would soon be pregnant, if I was able. If the shortest of you shoots just into my opening the millions of little sperms in you semen will start their long journey of swimming upstream to my cervix, if I had one. Put your hands on my hips to hold on and start to thrust into me. You are welcome to withdraw and go down to kiss my vulva’s lips. It’s called cunnilinctus but never feel obliged. In life, you will find girls who die for it while others are repulsed. My husband says it's like sampling a freshly raised oyster but you may not like oysters.
“Miss Brandon. We didn’t know you were married. Does your husband mind you doing this?”
“He loves me to do it. He’ll want to know all about it tonight, just before he fucks me rigid! We are a liberated couple but that’s not for you to understand at this time. Now you fuck me rigid, like he does, and he’ll be proud when I tell him I had my first student today who shot to the top!”
Simon needed no further instruction and as he began to thrust himself into Becky she reached forward and hauled him over her torso. He ejaculated within seconds and collapsed gasping onto her in a state of the ‘petit mort.’ Becky sat up to embrace him and assured him he was a real man in the making.
By now the other boys were at breaking point and just lined up ready to follow. “This is it boys. Simon has lubed the way for you. My uncle was a wartime bomber pilot who told me all his successful raids on enemy territory came after the pathfinding force had been in first. All of you, one after the other, give it to me! I’ll be issuing certificates at the end of the session!”
By the the time the last boy withdrew an endless stream of semen was running from Becky.
Several girlfriends stood to benefit from this experience.