Sex and Advanced Relationships Class (SARC)
Copyright© 2025 by Mr Anton Pipe
Chapter 4
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 4 - This is narratively a continuation of the story 'Lisa' in the 'Erotic Future' universe. However as I was writing these chapters I realised that I was almost writing a Naked In School (NIS) story but for a group dynamic. NIS is one of my favourite universes/collections and if you like Lisa (or not) you should check it out.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft mt/Fa ft/ft Fa/ft mt ft Teenagers Consensual Romantic Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual School Sharing Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Father Daughter Uncle Niece Aunt Nephew Grand Parent InLaws Group Sex Orgy Polygamy/Polyamory Swinging Interracial Cream Pie Exhibitionism First Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Squirting Voyeurism Water Sports Doctor/Nurse Public Sex Teacher/Student Nudism
The Sex & Advanced Relationships Class took it’s sweet time and it’s own meandering path but Molly kept it moving forward.
On Tuesday Lisa was sat with Chris. She asked him what he wanted out of the course as she’d been wondering. Given how minimally he seemed to be engaged.
“I thought it would be about sex. About how to please a woman and get her to want to do things with you,”
he said.
“Mickey said that when he was in this class, last term, he got to fuck Nadine, naked, on a desk. She put her legs in the air and pulled him down on her. I told him he was a jackass and I didn’t believe it but he pinky swore and told me she had purple pink pussy lips and her mouth tasted like raspberries. But all it is is these fake scenarios and votes and a bit of kissing. I bet Mickey is laughing at me now for a sucker.”
He really didn’t get it apparently.
“So would you like to fuck me, naked, on this desk, right now,”
Lisa asked. She understood the implications of asking of course. If he said yes, even if he didn’t follow through, she’d be naked on the table with her legs in the air and asking him to fuck her, in about a minute.
“Well, err. I mean. I mean we haven’t even. I don’t...”
Chris petered out.
“Exactly. I don’t know why you stay and don’t join in so that you actually are ready when whoever you’re really here for asks. I mean if she made a general, legs in the air, offer to any guy, right now. You’d be at the back of the queue.”
Lisa shook her head and round faced, blue eyed, Chris was nearly purple with shame.
Things changed on Wednesday though.
Martin, it had turned out, had something of a talent for acting and even doing voices. This was very useful in playing out the scenarios and everyone’s joy at him making them better had drawn him in. Today Mel and Bell, as Melanie and Bella were know, weren’t fighting for once and filled in their scenario cards together, giggling agreement at what they would do. The scenario played out through a few class choices and questions from Molly which resulted in Martin putting a hand on Bella’s shoulder and saying,
“I really like you and I hate it when you fight with Mel. It makes me want to put my arms around you and cover your ears when she says bitchy things to you. I don’t know if that means I’m in love with you but I surely want to be.”
Plain faced, dark eyed, Bella, who would have to get her substantial tits out to get the attention of most men, collapsed sobbing into the arms of the wild haired boy in his slightly ragged woollen sweater.
Half an hour ago she and Mel had laughed over their card.
‘If a man you liked poured his heart out too you and was completely vulnerable and honest in his love for you. What would you do.’
“That will never happen,”
Bella said.
“Yeah but if it did.”
Mel’s pen hovered over the options and they looked at one another.
“Blow job”,
they both said.
“It would surely be worth that much.”
They agreed.
Now here it was. Raw. There was no way anyone else had made the same silly choice as she and Mel. If she backed out, Mel would do it. That wasn’t what Martin wanted. She would lose him. He would hate her and go with Mel and probably hate himself for doing it. Mel wouldn’t really want it either and it wouldn’t work out. Mel would blame her! The scenarios, as if part of the lesson, played out in Bella’s head and they were all red cards of doom. Mostly for Martin.
“I’m so sorry,”
she said, sinking to her knees,
“That I don’t know how to do this properly.”
Molly’s arm was around her before her knees reached the floor. Molly’s hand steadied hers as she reached for his zipper. There was absolute, breath held, pin drop silence, from the entire class. Every step of the way Molly guided and held and was right in there with her. Even putting her own lips around Martin’s rapidly extending shaft, right along with Bella, but it was Bella’s blow job. It was Bella looking up into Martin’s stunned face. It was her throat being stroked and her lips that reached all the way to the base of his cock. His curly hairs tickling her nose. She was gentle and thorough and Molly’s advice and help was perfect. When to suck, when to back off, when to press forward. What to do with her tongue. It was a lesson from a true expert and soon enough all the girls had gathered around close, pushing the boys back and crouching down for a better angle. Mel lay on the floor by Bella’s right knee looking up at the action, her right hand pressing her skirt hard between her legs. Martin stood, his head tilted back, eyes closed, when he wasn’t staring open mouthed into Bella’s eyes. It wasn’t long before he began to look decidedly wobbly on his feet but Jack and Ryhn linked arms and made sure he stayed upright.
“Thanks bro,”
Martin croaked over his shoulder.
“It’s so. It’s just so ... Uuurgh. Oh, oh, oh, oooow.”
Seven times he bucked and seven times Bella rocked and Molly supported and stroked and Bella held on and swallowed, gasped, and looked for more. Not that anyone was counting. Even Mel was too impressed for that. Lisa watched it all as wide eyed as any of them and it made her pussy warm. That must have been his first time and maybe Bella’s to. How would they react? She played it out and most of the outcomes were good but not all. It would all depend on what happened next.
What happened next was Molly broke up the crowd. Seated Martin in a chair, his wet dick still hanging out of his pants. Left Bella in his lap and gathered the rest of the class to get reactions and responses.
“I sure can’t compete with that,”
Was Mel’s response.
“It was disgusting and beautiful at the same time,”
Lauren said. She looked at Molly.
“It made me wet.”
Mel and Lisa and Sal and Nadia all nodded agreement with various degrees of blushing.
“I’m betting every one of the guys is an inch or two taller right now as well,”
Mel said, looking at Gene.
His eyes said, Yes and no one argued.
“If there was a prize for best, first time, blow jobs on either side. I think that would win it,”
Jack said.
“I don’t think you’ve ever given me that much to swallow,”
Lisa smiled at him.
“Maybe to paint with but not to swallow.”
“That’s because you never leave his balls alone long enough to fill up,”
Molly said.
She was right and Lisa only nodded proudly.
Mel snorted at that.
“So who’s responsibility is it to relieve a guy when he is that full and desperate?”
Molly was back to difficult questions.
They quickly reached the unsatisfying conclusion that it was the guy’s responsibility and he should jack off if he needed to but no one was entirely happy. Something wasn’t quite right with that answer.
“If Jack was in that state. I would want to help him out,”
Lisa said.
“Yeah but that’s because he’s your boyfriend,”
Nadia put in.
Lisa shook her head.
“That just makes it easier to know his state and more familiar. I mean I don’t know if Gene is in that state right now. Maybe he hasn’t come for a week and could really do with a blow job?”
“It’s not just the boys,”
Gene deflected.
“Don’t girls get desperate and sex starved as well?”
“You wish,”
Sal wasn’t going to admit to that.
“Boys get that way regardless,”
Molly told them,
“Virgin girls sometimes don’t until after their first time. However those are the ones that, after their first time, do tend to go a bit off the deep end and will hump anything with a bump on it.”
Lisa and Mel giggled. Sal’s eyes were down.
“So we agree that the guys should look after themselves, in the absence of a willing partner and the girls should do the same if they need to.”
Heads bobbed all round.
“Then from now on, in this class only, all you have to do is ask me and you may satisfy your need if you wish and if anyone offers you help you can say yes or no. There will be no bitching about it, no competing, no dick measuring, no rivalry. Just grunts and groans of satisfaction. Am I clear.”
They nodded in stunned silence.
Bella got off Martin’s lap. They had put his dick away it seemed and were ready to re-join the class.
When the bell went and they were leaving Mel asked Lisa,
“What was that about painting you said earlier?”
“Jack and I like to paint my face with his cum before he feeds it to me. I like to wear it and he likes to see me wearing it. It’s just a thing we do.”
“Class demo of that then,”
Mel demanded.
“We’re not in class right now,”
Lisa reminded her.
“If you chicken then I get to be painted,”
Mel said.
Now Lisa could see what this was about. Mel wanted to out do Bell and would use Jack to do it.
“If you demo what you do, honestly, then I’ll demo what I do and I may ask Gene or Chris to help.”
Gene was turnabout for trying to involve Jack but Mel wouldn’t see where Chris fitted in.
“Chris!?”
“Oh yes. I offered to fuck him naked on our table yesterday.”
“And he turned you down?”
“No. He chickened. I would have gone through with it.”
“Yeah whatever.”
With that, Mel was off. Lisa wasn’t concerned. Either Mel would work it out or she wouldn’t. What she wouldn’t do was suck Lisa into her games.
Molly’s questions subtly shifted gear and Lisa thought she was ferreting out the real desires of those in the class. Chris finally admitted that he had only joined the class because Lauren was in it. Rhyn’s reaction was,
“If you want Lauren you should have the courtesy to tell her before you dump that on the rest of us.”
Chris went very red. They had faced off and Lauren was caterwauling. Things were looking to get dangerously out of control. Jack was on his feet and shaven headed Gene with his long arms. So monkey like, Lisa couldn’t help thinking. An odd thought to have as Chris raised his fists and Ryhn smiled at him like he was a bug about to get splatted. Then Sal and Bella weren’t looking at the fight anymore and when Chris hit Ryhn, in the side of the jaw, Ryhn was looking where they were looking, not at Chris. Ryhn put out a palm and his arms, being longer then Chris’s wild swinging ones and made of what might as well have been rebar, Chris couldn’t get close enough to land again. Lisa finally turned to look where Ryhn was looking. At Molly casually taking off her dress.
Chris was the last one to stop, red faced, and stare, except for Mel, who practically threw herself at Ryhn. All her supressed motherliness coming out in a rush of stroking his chin and checking his teeth. Over which Molly was asking him.
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