Chapter 5: A Teacher’s Delight

The four kids who had run out of Monday’s Health and Psych class had come to see him Monday afternoon.

“Coach, I was so scared when you began to talk about the class, the nudity and sex, that I panicked and ran out,” Leslie told him.

“And I’m her boyfriend; she looked so frightened that I had to follow,” Adam remarked.

The other two gave similar reasons.

“Can we do something to make up that class?” Adam asked and the others nodded, looking hopeful.

Daan studied them; they looked earnest.

“Did you speak to anyone in the class about it?” Daan asked.

“We did, and it didn’t sound frightening at all, the way they told it,” Leslie said.

“Could all of you be naked in another class like that?” Daan continued. “Not only naked, but with a partner who’s touching your intimate parts?”

The two couples looked at their opposite numbers and then nodded to each other.

“We could if we stay as couples, I think,” Adam said.

Daan nodded. “Okay then, you should come to the Wednesday class. Part will be a little review but then we’ll be continuing to learn about erogenous zones. And it will be done naked. Will that be all right? Otherwise, I may need to give you an incomplete grade in Health and Psych.”

They told Daan that they would be at the class. When Wednesday’s class arrived, Daan was ready to cover the second part of the discussion and demonstration of the body’s erogenous zones. When the students entered, he told them that they could keep the partners from last time or by mutual consent, swap partners, but no one wanted to do that. Then he told everyone to wash their hands at the sinks in the room, using soap and hot water. Although there was a small amount of initial hesitation, everyone got naked when Daan asked them to strip, and even the two girls who had kept their underwear on had stripped too. Their boyfriends/partners had been persuasive, Daan figured. He had written a new list on the board: “Mouth—kissing, lips and tongue. Breasts—fingers and tongue. Genitals—penis and testes, clitoris and labia, fingers and tongue.”

He watched as the kids read the list and saw much blushing and squirming as the kids got settled on the mats. He had a problem though; one boy was absent. The lone girl looked forlorn.

“Tonya, where’s Stuart?” Daan asked.

“He was absent today, Coach,” she responded.

“So we don’t have a classmate partner for you. I’m sure that you know that the state lowered the age of consent law to fourteen when the indecent-exposure laws were repealed. And teacher-student intimate contact in classes is expressly permitted, when done for educational purposes, if the student fully consents. So the current rules, according to the state and school district guidelines, allow the teacher to touch a student to demonstrate anatomical or sexual teaching points and to assist a student who doesn’t have a partner in a sex-ed class. Do you consent to have me as your partner?”

Tonya’s jaw dropped virtually down to her chest in surprise.

“Really? I can do that?” she squealed while more than a few girls shot her envious looks.

“If you agree...”

“Oh, I do, I do!” she gushed.

“Hey, we’re not getting married, you know,” Daan teased, grinning at her and the kids in the class laughed at that. “All right, you can come up here on the front mat and sit. I’ll sit right here too. Can everyone see and hear me?” he asked and got positive replies.

“All right then. When we ended our class on Monday, we had covered all the zones except what most people consider the major one. You know what that is, I’m sure, otherwise, check out the board.”

Laughter.

“But in engaging in sexual foreplay, you should never go for third base right away, to use the sexual metaphor for caressing your partner’s genitals or possibly even doing oral sex on them. To really build up your partner’s sexual desire as well as your own, you start off slowly, building passion and desire by first stimulating some of the other erogenous areas, and that’s where we’ll begin today. Everyone, let’s start with the mouth, lips and tongue.”

Daan looked at Tonya. She was a short brunette—actually petite, just five feet three inches tall, and had a pretty teenaged face with full lips. She couldn’t have weighed more than 110 to 115 pounds and possessed quite lovely C-cup teardrop-shaped breasts with very puffy areolas topped by fat, erect nipples. Her pubis was covered with a light dusting of dark blonde hair. She was an appealing package, but not Daan’s type.

His wife, Kimberly, was his ideal; with her Nordic ancestry, she had long platinum hair, stood five feet, ten inches tall, and had a runway model’s body with moderately sized, round-shaped C-cup breasts. With an almost classical and supposedly “perfect” 35-25-36 figure, and being sleek and muscular from her running and exercise regime, Kimberly was at the pinnacle of Daan’s idea of perfection.

Daan had discussed with Kimberly just this instance, that he would need to interact sexually with a student, and she told him that she would have no problem if he needed to do this—provided that he told her the details of his encounter. All those thoughts flitted through Daan’s mind as he moved closer to kiss Tonya. Their lips met.

Ohmygod, she kisses like a succubus, Daan thought. It feels like she wants to pull out my soul with her lips and tongue. Gotta try what she does when I kiss Kim!

Daan’s cock, which had been a little chubby at the sight of all the naked female bodies, had become erect and as hard as steel.

After several minutes of kissing—what seemed to him to be an eternity, Daan reluctantly broke free, to Tonya’s pout.

“Gotta move the lesson along, Tonya,” he whispered. “You kiss like an angel from heaven, though.”

She almost swooned at hearing that.

“Alright, class, we’ll add in a bit more foreplay now, so let’s mix up the zones a bit and then discuss the results. Boys, while you use your fingers and mouths to stimulate your gal’s breasts, gals, play with your boys’ penises and GENTLY with their testicles.”

All around the room, Daan heard great sighs and he wondered what they were. Lust? Passion? Arousal? Desire? Probably all of those, he mused. He leaned over to cup Tonya’s right breast as he took her left nipple in his mouth. Then he felt tentative fingers touching his cock.

He whispered to her, “Is this your first time touching a cock?”

She nodded, saying, “Um, it’s kinda first with a naked one. I only felt two boys’ cocks through their clothes a couple times. I ... um ... kinda rubbed my hand against Stuart’s twice on Monday but that doesn’t count, I guess. Yours is just wicked awesome, y’know. All the girls are lusting after you, you know; I’m sooo lucky.”

Shit. Just what I wanna hear, he thought as he got back to tonguing and sucking her nipples. Jeez, this is fun! This puffy areola is like rubber, while her long, fat nipple is like a rock-hard pebble.

Tonya’s touching of his cock was getting more aggressive as she was pulling his foreskin back and forth over his corona. Then she began stroking him, but too lightly to really ramp up any approach to orgasm. Daan allowed another several minutes of play as he switched to her other breast. Meanwhile, he found that her passionate sighs and groans were more stimulating than her light, tentative handling of his cock.

Well, we’ll get that matter fixed very soon, he resolved.

Once again, when Daan called for attention, his request was met with a chorus of complaints. But the moans changed to gasps when he gave the next instruction.

“The height of foreplay is fingering of the genitals and oral sex. At this point, anyone who wants to stop, may stop. Virgin girls might not want to continue now. If you can share the info, how many of you gals are penis virgins? Never had a live cock in it even though your hymen may be broken?”

Half the girls raised their hands.

“And are there any intact virgins? Meaning those with an unbroken hymen.”

Three girls tentatively raised their hands, blushing furiously.

“Are you three okay with moving on, if your guys are careful with their fingers?”

He saw nods of assent from the three.

“You other virgins okay with having fingers inside your vaginas?”

Shit, look at all the blushing, he marveled. But they’re all nodding okay, good.

“Guys, listen carefully to your gal and if she says to stop, then STOP! Otherwise, be very gentle and careful anywhere around the vulva—you all know exactly what that is from our anatomy unit. Gals, lay flat on your backs now and open your legs, and boys, sit or kneel on either side of their thighs. Okay? Now stroke and kiss the inside of her thighs like you did last time here. Maybe for a minute and then we’ll go on.”

Daan did that with Tonya and she began shuddering and squirming within about a half-minute. Daan looked closely at her pussy. Even though he had noticed when she came over to his mat that her outer pussy lips were tightly closed with only the slit showing, now that they were getting swollen, they had separated a little, and her inner lips were protruding slightly. He could see that she was extremely wet too, liquid was slowly seeping from her vagina and running down to her anus. At the top of her vulva, her clitoral hood had become prominent as her pussy lips became swollen.

Daan called out, “Now you boys can do either manual or oral sex on your gal; it’s completely her choice, guys! Manual sex is fingering—it’s why I had you wash your hands. Recall our discussion of the short female urethra and urinary tract infections. Oral sex to a gal is called cunnilingus. You can use your fingers to stimulate her while you give her oral too, if your gal says it’s okay. If you do use your fingers, follow what she says. You might want to lay between your girl’s legs and put your mouth on her pussy, or lean over her from the side; that’s your choice. Start anytime.”

Daan looked at Tonya. “You said you’re okay with both fingers and mouth, right?”

She nodded. “Please ... I’m so fucking hot I could scream!” she whispered loudly.

Daan got between her legs, and with his fingers, spread her lips apart. Her juices were steadily trickling out of her vagina and flowing into her ass crack; he saw only a slight trace of a hymen. When he moved an exploratory finger to her vagina’s portal, she muttered, “Ripped it in gymnastics and tampons did the rest. You can put a finger in. I do when I’m jilling off.”