Chapter 1

Sammi White tried to figure out if there was anything about Doug Harley's cock that she didn't like. It wasn't any longer than the cocks of any of the other boys in her Sex Education class; it was almost 7" long, but she couldn't get her fingers all the way around it. That had to be it: it was just too big around. It wasn't any one part of it, either--Doug's cock was thick from its large pink head all the way down to his oversized balls. She could barely stretch her mouth around it when she sucked him, and sometimes it felt a little uncomfortable when he would first put it in her.

Doug's lips squeezed the foreskin around her clit, and his tongue touched her little button. Sammi shivered at the wave of heat that swept through her. His cock might be too big, but his lips and tongue were just right.

"All right, class," Mrs. Miller said from the front of the room, "is everyone undressed?" She was one of their two teachers for Sex Ed and had already finished undressing. Her fellow-teacher, Mr. Hood, was just pulling off his shorts. His cock was already coming up, even without any help from her.

By habit Sammi looked around the classroom. Everyone had their clothes off. The girls were all leaning back with their legs open, giving the guys better access to their pussies while they kept their hands wrapped around their partner's cock. A few girls had been sucking their partners while the boys returned the favor by licking their pussies.

Sammi moaned softly as Doug slowly kissed his way up her body to feast on her breasts. She smiled as he sucked her nipples deep. His fingers slipped back down her tummy to part the folds of her pussy. He licked his fingers and started rubbing them gently around her clit. They only had an hour for class, so it was important to get started right away.

"Okay, I see most of you are already getting each other ready," Mrs. Miller said. "Good. All right, today, class, we're going to try a new position. It's important that everyone try these different positions and find out what they like and what they don't like.

"What we're going to learn today is called the doggie position. The girl gets on her hands and knees while the boy gets behind her and puts it in from there."

"Some of you may wonder what's different about this position," Mr. Hood said. "Guys, you can hold the girl's hips as you thrust, which means you can thrust harder and deeper. You can also reach forward and play with her titties if you want to, but that takes a little work. You'll want to make sure the girl has something to rest her knees and elbows on, and sometimes it helps if the girl also has something to rest her head against. A lot of girls like to lean down and rest their head on a pillow when they're doing it this way." He cleared his throat. "This position is really good because everything is so convenient."

Mrs. Miller got on her hands and knees on the bed at the front of the room. "One of the things I like about doing it this way is that the guy can get really deep, deeper than with any other position we've tried so far. Better than that, it feels like he's deeper inside you. Some girls have even said that it feels like he's going to push his cock all the way through them." A gust of giggles swept the room from the girls.

Mr. Hood nodded. "Studies have shown that you do go deeper into the girl, guys. I think you'll like it for that reason."

"What makes this position work," Mrs. Miller said, "is that all of those really sensitive nerves in the front of your vagina get rubbed by his cock. That isn't always the case in the frontal positions. The thrusting motion also moves the labia around, moving it over your clitoris. And as if those two reasons aren't enough, if you bend farther over, like on your elbows, it means he can thrust at a sharper angle and it feels like he's really opening you up."

"When a gal does that it puts pressure on the head of the guy's cock," Mr. Hood said as he rolled a condom down his cock. "You can also move from side to side, which puts pressure on the nerves in different parts of the vagina..."

"Which feels really good," Mrs. Miller added, smiling.

"You can control the speed," Mr. Hood said, "and that helps you last longer. But the girl feels it deeper inside her, and she can move more than she can when she's on her back. That makes it pretty good for her, too. For the next few days we'll try the different variations of this so you can find out what works best for you."

"Finally," Mrs. Miller said, "girls, you can reach back and caress his balls or even play with your clit while he's thrusting, sort of like this." She held herself with one hand and lifted her leg so everyone could see her rubbing her pussy. "A lot of girls like this position because they can climax easier than they can in other positions. You can't quite move as much, but the other sensations make up for it."

Mr. Hood knelt between Mrs. Miller's legs. "Girls, it starts with you having to open your legs a bit to give the boy room to get in. Now why don't you all come up here so you can see what we've been talking about."

Sammi and Doug crowded in with the others. Doug kept his hand on her bottom, and she kept her hand on his now hard cock. Mr. Hood rubbed his cock on the inside of Mrs. Miller's thighs. Mrs. Miller tossed her hair back over her shoulder and looked back at him, smiling.

"You can't see as much of what's going on," she said, "but that's all right. You can imagine what you can't see and you end up anticipating it." She used her fingers to spread open the lips of her pussy. "See, this way I can open myself a little for him, and I can feel his cock as it slides past my fingers."

Mr. Hood slid his cock through the folds of Mrs. Miller's pussy, finally pausing with his tip just inside her entrance. After a moment he pressed forward, moving slowly so everyone could see. The first couple of inches of his cock disappeared into her.

Mrs. Miller closed her eyes, lifting her head, drawing a breath, biting her lip, even trying to move forward slightly when he pressed. When Mr. Hood stopped, she let out her breath. "Umm, that feels so good. Sometimes I think the guy feels bigger this way than he does in the missionary position."

Mr. Hood thrust again, and after a third thrust sank all the way into Mrs. Miller's pussy. He paused, clearly savoring the feeling. "Some..." He paused to swallow and take another breath. Sweat beaded his forehead. "Right about now some girls like to squeeze their pussy muscles."

"Like I'm doing," Mrs. Miller added. She took a shuddering breath. Mr. Hood drew back slowly. After a pause he thrust forward again. Mrs. Miller caressed her breasts, her thumb and finger tweaking her nipple.

"Okay, class," Mrs. Miller said after another thrust, "you've seen how to do it." Her voice was a little ragged and she had to pause as he thrust again. "Now it's time to try it for yourselves."

Everyone returned to the beds beside the desks. Sammi helped Doug roll on the condom. As a precaution she smoothed a coat of KY Jelly around the tip. Then she got on her hands and knees like Mrs. Miller had. She looked back over her shoulder as she felt Doug get in position behind her. Really deep, huh? That might be nice. He rubbed the length of his cock against her pussy. She liked the feeling, and he knew it. He also rubbed it against the insides of her thighs before pressing against her entrance. She caught her breath as he pressed forward and in.

The first time a guy entered her always felt so special. She felt so small between her legs, and when a guy pushed into her it was always so intimate, as if they were connecting in a way too deep and too personal for words. And then came that almost indescribable feeling of him sliding into her. But unlike all the other times she had had sex with someone, this time it seemed to take forever. She felt like he was going to push himself up into her throat from the wrong direction. Finally she felt his tummy press against her bottom.

She gasped, remembering to breathe. "God, that is so deep," she murmured. It was deeper than she could ever recall a boy getting. Around the room she could hear other girls saying similar things.

Doug pulled back slowly, and pressed in again, just as slowly. This time, as he reached her depths, he gave a little hitch that rocked her forward. Remembering that this was supposed to be a two-way street, she pushed back at him. On his next thrust she pushed back even harder. In seconds they had a nice rhythm going.

She could feel her tits swaying and see her hair swinging back and forth as they moved. She couldn't close her legs on him, or run her hands over him like she could when she was on her back. But he felt so deep inside her, like he was filling her entire body. Right now Doug felt bigger than she could ever remember him.

Doug was always quick off the gun, but this time he seemed to be taking his time. He thrust steadily, pushing a little more each time he reached bottom. She clenched her tummy muscles when he did so. She decided she really liked this position.

Doug began to speed up a little, each thrust just a little faster and a little harder. She realized he was going to cum pretty soon. Sure enough, she felt his hands grip her tighter. His breath caught, and before she knew it he had buried himself all the way in her. She could feel his body tense as he came. With a final sigh he stopped thrusting.

She pulled away from him and turned over. He took a few seconds of deep breathing before he knelt down and applied his tongue to her clit. She squeezed her breasts, rubbed his hair, and let him go. The feeling of a guy so deep in her had really wound her up. It didn't take long before she arched her back and came against his mouth, moaning as the waves of pleasure swept through her.

"Umm, thank you," she said when she finally caught her breath. He kissed his way up her body. She could taste her juices on his lips as they shared the kiss. His arms went around her, and for a couple of minutes they cuddled, warm bodies fitting against each other.

Around the room other couples were finishing. Some girls were lucky, cumming from the fucking. Others had to do as she'd had to do and rub themselves to completion, with some help from the boys' tongues. Maryjean, as always, seemed to be caught up in a multiple orgasm. Her reddened face was pressed against her bed, her mouth was open, and she was moaning repeatedly as she climaxed. Her partner threw his head back as his passions took over. He thrust really hard, groaning as he came.

"Everyone take a couple of minutes," Mrs. Miller said when the classroom fell silent. Her face was flushed and she was breathing a little harder. Mr. Hood was lying on the bed, his cock limp and his condom full.

Sammi liked this part of class, when she and the boy could cuddle. After a climax she always felt so fragile, and a boy's arms around her, his warm, solid body pressing against her made her feel safe and protected.

After a bit Doug's hands slipped up and cupped her breast. She put her hand over his, holding him there. His hands were always so nice and warm, and he would just hold her breast. She could feel his cock filling out as it pressed against the back of her leg. He was nearly ready, so she reached down and began rubbing herself gently.

He kissed the back of her neck, slowly nibbling the sensitive skin under her ears. He teased the edge of her ear and she pressed back against him. She might like cuddling afterwards, but there was all of this foreplay that was really fun, too. She twisted slightly so she could kiss him back.

Doug kissed her breast, flicking her nipple with his tongue. Then he roguishly tickled her other one the same way. She smiled dreamily at him as he sucked those sensitive little nubs. That always made them feel so tight, and she tried to push them up into his mouth. He licked all around her nipples with his clever tongue before sucking them again.

He was holding himself above her, and she ran her hands over his shoulders. A guy had to be strong to do this, and she could feel his muscles tense and shift as he kissed her titties. His cock looked harder than it had only a couple of minutes before. She was supposed to help him with the condom, but she didn't want him to stop what he was doing, either. She was feeling all warm and desirable. She closed her eyes and kept stroking his back and shoulders.

He slipped a finger into her--she opened her eyes to find him grinning down at her. Then he bent over to kiss her. She kissed him back, their tongues dueling happily. She was ready, and she could feel his eagerness.

He tore open the foil packet. She pinched the tip of the condom. "Think that's enough?" Sometimes boys came in gobs and gobs, overfilling the condom

"Um, maybe," he said. "Maybe a little more."

She pinched a little farther down and rolled the latex down his cock. There was this about condoms--you got to hold and feel the guy's cock before he put it in. She could feel the tension in his cock, she could caress his balls, and then return to his hardness. And finally you could help guide him into place.

She got on her hands and knees again. He didn't play around, he pushed directly into her; she was wet enough he slid home with his first thrust... She closed her eyes, pushing back on to him as he thrust forward. Foreplay, afterplay, they were both fun, but there was nothing like this moment when a boy entered her. She felt so complete, so much a woman when a boy slid his hardness into her. And now, when he could slide into her in one long, delicious, slow moment, she could almost cum.

"Umm, I like that," she murmured.

He pulled back and thrust again, and she pushed back against him, moving in perfect counterpoint. Another thrust, another, and they were moving together. He felt so big; he was touching every sensitive little spot inside her; he was opening her all the way up. No matter how big a guy looked when she saw them naked, they always felt so much bigger when they were inside her.

"Gonna screw your brains out," he murmured.

"Yeah?" she laughed, "prove it." She'd clenched when she'd laughed, and for a moment he'd felt bigger than ever.

He leaned forward, cupping her titties. She liked the way he felt behind her. Mrs. Miller was right, he was really deep, and she could feel his whole body move as he thrust into her. She arched her back, trying to give him different angles. She couldn't seem to move around as much, but he could get so deep. He felt like he was pushing way past her womb, like he was going to fill her tummy with his cock. He was so solid, and he filled her all the way to the bursting point with each thrust.

She wanted to kiss him, she wanted to caress him, but she had no energy for that. She was a vessel being filled by his lusts. She was taking him, every inch of him. She was taking him all the way to his balls, and she felt like she could take those, too.

He was moving faster now--not the hard driving just before he came, but hard, firm, very much the man. As the pleasure grew the strength left her arms. She could feel the heat deep inside her, feel it as it concentrated right in her pussy. She was losing control, and she knew it. She couldn't stop. She wanted what he was giving her.

He began to move faster. She closed her eyes, moaning with each thrust. This was all too much. He was so deep, he was so hard, he was touching every place inside her... she... she... With a gasp she came, one long hard wave of heat after another as her whole body contracted around his intruding cock.

She gasped back into awareness of him; he was still hard as he focused on her. "God, I'm going to cum again," she whispered.

"Do it," he said. "Cum on my cock."

"Ah--fuck--cum--I'm cumming--I'm--"

The wave of heat swept over her. She moaned as her entire body convulsed around him, narrowing down to her entrance, to his cock, to the way he filled her. He was so big... so hard... so fucking hard... fucking... big... so...

She came again, one tremendous squeeze of pure pleasure that swept everything out of her. And another one, this time even harder. She felt him tense. His body jerked and knew he was cumming, and that set off her hardest climax yet. Everything was swept away in one long endless moment of pure pleasure.

She slowly drifted down. She wished she could stay there forever, but she knew that it wasn't possible. Still, it was better being a girl. The guy was up and down with only a couple of seconds of pleasure; she drifted down slowly, a feather twisting on the slightest breeze in the room. She was filled with peace, as if every bit of tension she'd had that morning had been wrung out of her.

They were lying together. She was lying face down on the cot, and he was on top of her. She could still feel him in her, but he was softening. He shifted slightly and came out of her.

She rolled over on her side. He moved to wrap his arms around her, holding her for these precious few moments while they recovered. She stretched. There was something about the way her body felt after a really good climax. She was full of energy, but full of peace and sparkly light, too. She felt absolutely marvelous. Everything was sharper, as if the climax had heightened her senses in some way.

Around her she could hear the murmurs and cries of the other students. Some were still going at it; others were relaxing together in that bliss that made them all look forward to Sex Education class. But gradually the strident breathing and moans faded as couples cuddled together.

She gave Doug one final kiss. "Thank you," she murmured.

"I forgot how good you are," Doug said softly. "You always bring out the best in me."

"You must say that to all of the girls."

"I wish I did, but I don't."

"You already have a girlfriend." She wished she had a regular boyfriend. She'd broken up with Rick only a month before, and missed the steady companionship. But she and Rick, as much as they'd enjoyed each other in bed, just hadn't gotten along on very many other things.

"Yeah, I do." He sighed. "Ah, well, I wish..."

"Um, it could be fun, but, yeah, probably not."

They lay there for a bit longer, their hearts beating in unison. Finally he shifted so they were apart. She sat up, looking at the clock--they had a few minutes before class ended. Most of the other seven couples were still cuddling, though one or two were beginning to part. Up at the head of the classroom Mr. Hood and Mrs. Miller were just beginning to sit up.

"All right, class," Mrs. Miller said when the warning buzzer sounded. She had a smile on her face. Her nipples were hard and her skin looked all rosy and flushed in the light. "Class is nearly over. You'd better start getting dressed."

Sammi dutifully found her clothes. As always the boys were dressed first. She had the skirt and blouse of her school uniform on and was pulling up her knee-highs when the bell rang. Doug, playfully, lifted up her skirt and rubbed his hand across her bottom.

"Don't know what you're looking at," she said as she slipped on her shoes. "There's nothing there that you haven't seen lots of times before."

"It's the thought," Doug said as he dropped her skirt. "You have a pretty pussy, and I just like looking at it."

"Class discussion tomorrow in Health Class," Mrs. Miller said over the noise of the students getting ready to leave. "Read Chapter 14 of your Health Studies textbook tonight. Girls, we'll be working with our Ben Wa balls tomorrow, so make sure you bring them to class."

"And don't forget the quiz on Friday," Mr. Hood added.

Sammi got her book bag and purse from under the bed and followed Suzy Peterson to the restroom at the end of the hall. The restroom was crowded as the boys lined up in front of the urinals and the girls in front of the stalls. Suzy Peterson was in line beside her, waiting impatiently.

"There are days I wish I didn't have gym right after Sex Ed," Suzy said.

"Oh? Why?"

"I always feel so good after Sex Ed class that I'd rather just drift for a period or two. I never have any willpower. If I had Study Hall I'd just curl up and veg out."

"I like the swimming," Sammi said. "After a climax the water feels so sensuous around me. The other stuff I could do without."

"Well, yeah, you may have a point about the swimming. It feels so sexy. You went to another school, Sammi. What was it like there?"

"We didn't have school uniforms," Sammi said. She couldn't remember that much of the school she'd gone to before. The others kept asking her about it, but there wasn't all that much she could tell them. She'd been in that school system just one year, while she'd been in the schools in Three Valleys since she'd been 7. "Oh, boys and girls had separate gym classes and restrooms. I remember that."

"They did?" Suzy wrinkled her brow. She looked at the thinning crowd. As usual, the boys were done first. "Why?"

"Beats me," Sammi said. "We just did. And there was a lot more running around in gym, and a lot less exercising. It was more like recess in grade school, not exercise."

"Huh. Strange."

"And they wore these suits for swimming," Sammi said, "that is when we did get to go swimming. They completely covered your body, and kind of clung to you and kept you wet long after you'd gotten out of the pool. Mostly the boys got to run around playing basketball and things like that, and mostly we girls didn't do too much. It was like they were afraid we'd sweat or something."

"There's no fear of that around here," Suzy said with a laugh. The stall in front of her opened up. "I think they want us to sweat."

The one in front of Sammi opened up a moment later. She didn't really have to go, but they'd all been taught that after sex you should pee. That way any germs that had gotten into your urethra were flushed out. She did so, carefully wiped herself dry, and pulled everything back into place. Suzy was washing her hands when Sammi emerged.

"They had separate restrooms? What on earth for?"

"I never understood it," Sammi said. "In class they'd tell you girls and boys were equal, and then they'd separate us like that."

"Strange people," Suzy said. "I suppose they thought they had a reason for it."

"Probably," Sammi said.

She had math before gym. She liked math. It was a lot of fun making the numbers do things, and kind of challenging, too. You had to think just right to do math. Calculus, which she was taking now, was even more fun, more fun than geometry, which she could remember from a couple of years ago. You had to sort of sneak up on the numbers, changing them a little and seeing how everything else changed at the same time. The whole point of calculus, as near as she could figure it out, was to study the change, not the end result.

The gym and pool were in a separate building connected by a covered walkway to the rest of the school. It wasn't exactly a warm day. The clouds were building up over the hills on either side of the valley, and it was probably going to rain by the time school let out. You had to ignore the rain. Here in the Valley you certainly got enough of it.