Date: Wed, 5 Sep 2007 12:10:49 -0700 (PDT) From: Sheila Smith Subject: Girl Sex Education Class Part 6 Girl Sex Education Class Part 6 Interlude Meanwhile, in the junior girls' class.... There was a buzz of excitement in Dragon O'Neill's class when the ten-year old girls returned from their session with the senior girls. Whispers, giggles, nudges. "She put her finger right inside me!" "Mine had the biggest titties you EVER saw!" "Did you see Miss Keys?!! She was touching herself, you know, down there!" "Did you come?" "What's that mean?" "Shall we do it ourselves? You know, like on Saturday sleepover?" And so it went on, the excitement and the hubbub only subsiding when the teacher came into the room and clapped her hands. "That's enough, girls! I want you to know that I disapprove strongly of the Head's decision to put you with older girls for, er, a biology, er, lesson. I just hope nothing unpleasant took place." The little girls sat quiet, their eyes downcast. "Well, is someone gonig to tell me what you did in that, er, biology class?" Silence so complete you could have heard a pin drop. The Dragon looked angry now, her cheeks reddening, her thin lips pursed even tighter than usual. "Well? You, Jessica, tell me what you learned there! All about the birds and bees, I suppose." The Dragon hated sex in any form, particularly when it involved, ugh, men. Jessica squirmed in her seat. She hadn't the words to describe the wonderful lesson they had had with the senior girls, all that breast fondling and sucking and the feel of loving fingers exploring her most private place. "Sort of, Miss. We, er, found out about what happens when we get older, Miss." The Dragon shrugged her shoulders. "Very well, don't do it again." It was a stock phrase of hers, frequently used when it made no sense, just a way of drawing a line. "Now, let's get back to Ancient Egypt. Who can tell me what a shaduf was?" No chance! Every girl in the class was miles away, reliving the wonderful moments with the senior girls. Every girl in the class desperate to use her own fingers to excite her kitty. Every girl planning what she would do that night when she was safely under the duvet. And, in a few cases, what they would do together that weekend..... -------------------------------------- Interlude: Meanwhile, in Mrs Vaugn's office..... "So, Miranda, how did it go? I know it was something of a gamble putting the seniors and juniors together. You never know how the little ones will react." Miranda paused, not sure how to answer the question. From her point of view, it had been a roaring success, the senior girls behaving SO lovingly to the juniors, and the juniors, almost without exception, responding joyously to the breast fondling and the nipple sucking and the probing fingers penetrating their little kitties. "I think it was educationally most adventurous." The Head grunted. "! know that, dear! We are pioneers in girls' sex education. What I mean is, did it go as planned?" "Oh yes! The senior girls were wonderful! I was so proud of them. They offered their breasts and nipples to the little ones and helped them to, erm, latch..." "Oh good! I always think that breast play is the best way to introduce young ones to a healthy sex life. And?" "Sorry?" "Come on, Miranda! Was that all?" "Well, not exactly. Most of the senior girls took the opportunity to, well, to finger the little ones." "Excellent!" said the Head. And then: "Finger them how? You mean...." "Yes! It was SO reassuring to see the juniors responding so enthusiastically to having an older girl's finger probing...." "Probing?" "Well, I didn't observe closely in EVERY case, but it seemed to me that the senior girls were applying, shall we say?, all that they had learned about twirl and slide." "Hmm. Well, I just hope that this will convince the rest of the staff - AND the Parent-Teachers' Association - that we know what we are doing when it comes to Sex Education for our girls." Miranda Keys nodded and left the room, happy that she had done her best, and that Mrs Vaughn was well pleased with the outcome. -------------------------------------- Meanwhile, in a chintzy sitting room elsewhere in the town, the Chair of the Parent Teachers' Association, Mrs Nora Wilkins, and three of her closest supporters were sipping tea and getting indignant: "I am appalled by what my daughter tells me about their Sex Education classes with that Ms Keys. I never did trust that woman." "Oh? I haven't heard anything bad about her, or her teaching." "I quizzed my Alison, and, well, she hardly said a word, but I suspect the worst." "Worst? In what way?" More tea was poured, more breath was sucked in, more pregnant silence deafened the room. "Never you mind! I am going to have it out with the school at our next PTA meeting, you can be sure of that!" The mild-mannered one persisted. "Wouldn't be perhaps better if we, erm, made an appointment to see the Head and get better informed first?" "Pah!" Biscuits were passed round and cups refilled. "I think Barbara is right. I think we should see Mrs Vaugn first." Reluctantly, the Chair realised she was outnumbered and conceded the point. "Very well. But the sooner the better. I don't want my daughter learning all kinds of filth!" ----------------------------------- Meanwhile, in Miranda Keys' class, the girls shuffled impatiently, wanting to know what else they could learn about good sex. "Good afternoon, girls." "Good afternoon, Miss." "Please strip off. Everything! Don't worry, the door is locked. We will not be disturbed." "Everything, miss?" asked Beth incredulously. "Yes, dear. What's the matter. Are you afraid you will be cold?" It was a blisteringly hot summer's day, one of four that Britain was to experience that summer. "No, Miss, it's just that...." "Come on, girl, out with it!" "I've got my period, Miss." Miranda laughed, a warm silvery friendly laugh. "Oh, silly! Not important! Now, girls, strip off. And for goodness' sake, fold your clothes neatly by your chair. We are ladies, after all." Now, I don't know about you, but I would not be excited if fifteen middle-aged women stripped off in front of me. But, let's be honest, the naked bodies of girls of fiteen are to die for. Perfect in every way. Firm breasts, translucent skin you just want to run your lips over, pretty pubic fuzz, pure cunt slits framed by pink puffy labia, and everything else that goes with being what they call "nublile". And Miranda Keys was not impervious to the beauty that now confronted her. Fifteen terminally EATABLE teenage girls. Of course, some where sexier than others, but Miranda was a professional, she gave her love equally to each one of them, from the incredible Cindy, surely destined to become a porn star, to poor little Beth, not quite there yet, but still adorable. "Now, girls, I want you to pair up as usual. Choose a different partner if you wish. Ah, fifteen! Odd girl out! Who would like to partner me?" Hands shot up round the classroom. "You, Winona, you can be my partner." The Jamaican girl flushed with pride. Miranda Keys simply flushed, a warmth siffusing through her body from her groin to her toes. . She had always wanted to taste the dark chocolate. "Oh, for goodness' sake, girls, don't just sit there in pairs. Cuddle! This is meant to be about love and sex!" The couples responded, getting into cuddles. It was an awesome sight. "Now, let's have a warmup, as if we were athletes!" Sexual athletes, she thought. "Please finger each other. Lovingly. Get into the mood, girls." She turned to Winona, who was sitting next to her, feeling vulnerable in her nudity. The girl flinched as her teacher reached out to touch her. "What's wrong, sweetie? And then it dawned on Miranda. Immediately she shucked off her blouse and skirt, slipped off her bra and panties, holdups and shoes, till she was naked except for her shoes, which she had put on again. "Is that better, darling?" She reached out to stroke the Jamaican girl's hair. Immediately, Winona fell into Miranda's arms. "There, there! It's all right, sweetie," she crooned. She looked around, sniffed the air. Ah yes, the familiar aroma of excited cunts pervaded the room. What a wonderful unforgettable aroman that was! She inhaled again deeply, fingering Winona's cunt to add more droplets of cunt-perfume to the mix, and then tapped on her desk. "My, you girls have become VERY enthusiastic! Which is good! Good. But, we have more to learn. So, please pay attention." She waited. "Cindy! STOP! I know she's gorgeous, but we have work to do!" "Sorry, Miss," Cindy said, removing the four fingers which she had managed to work into her partner's quivering vagina. "Good." Pause. "Now, girls, who knows what a dildo is?" Silence. One hand shot up. "Yes, Silvia?" "I know, Miss! My dad's got one!" Oh my god, thought Miranda. "I'm not sure..." "It's a thing he uses to make holes in the ground when he is planting seedlings, Miss." The girl glowed with the satisfaction of being the only one in the class who knew the answer. Miranda sighed. She reached into her desk and took out a seven-inch pink dildo shaped to resemble a penis, but without the ridiculous ballsac that stupid manufacturers add. "It is like this, dear?" "Not exactly, Miss. I think the one my dad uses has a sort of handle. It's like T-shaped." "Very well, dear. What your dad has is a dibber" - what the hell, she thought, would he want with a dildo? - "This is something a little different. And for a very different purpose. What purpose? Anyone?" Fifteen pairs of eyes were fixed on the rubber phallus. Black and shiny, ribbed and with a bulbous top. Silence. A whisper here and there. Then a giggle. Then a snigger. A lot of shuffling of bottoms. "Is it a cock, Miss?" Cindy again. That girl! Miranda smiled inwardly. She couldn't be angry. At least we were getting away from garden implements. "Well, dear, if it is, I like to think of it as a girlcock." She turned to the rest of the class, sitting their in pairs, hands between each other's thighs, naked as the the day they were born. All eyes were on the dark phallus. "It is called a dildo, my darlings, but we will call it a girlcock. Or, if you prefer, a joystick." She giggled briefly. "Now, do I need to tell you what its purpose is?" She looked round at the glittering eyes in the room. "No, I thought not!" She took the dildo and slid it between Winona's thighs, pointing its bublous tip at the girl's cunt, which was already glistening. "Now, let's be serious for a moment. I know it looks like a "cock", to quote Cindy, but we don't need men's cocks, do we, girls?" A chorus of assent. "Nasty things. Don't last long, make you ill, make you pregnant, and there is a totally nasty person on the other end of it, right?" A chorus of assent. "But, some of us quite like the idea of being penetrated. Personally, I .......... well, never mind. But for girls who like to feel "filled", shall we say?, a sex toy like this is ideal." She reached back and opened the cupboard behind her. "Now, girls, if you would like to come to the front and help yourself to what you find in my little cupboard...." A rush to the front, girls rooting in the cupboard and returning triumphantly carrying a variety of dildoes, white, pink, black, long and thin, short and stubby. "I am sure I don't need to tell you how to use them, my dears. Experiment! But do make sure you lubricate them first with your cuntjuices. On the count of three, BEGIN!" She looked round with a smile of satisfaction on her face as she watched the girls thrusting dildoes into each other, filling each other's cunts but sagely continuing to frot each other's clitties too. If this course carried credits, she thought, the GPA of each girl in this class would go off the Richter Scale! The smell of excited cunt was almost overwhelming now, and the sighs and moans and little squeals confirmed how much her girls were enjoying their afternoon Sex Education Class. Reluctantly, when the bell sounded for the end of afternoon school, Miranda clapped her hands to signal the end of the class. "Please, Miss, may we take our dildoes home with us?" How could she refuse such a sweet request. "Very well, but remember, they are school property so bring them back tomorrow." Which was a very kind gesture on the part of the teacher, but unwise. That evening, Mrs Nora Wilkins, Chair of the Parent Teachers' Association, was horrified to find a dildo in her daughter's back pack. Her nostrils flared, the way a bull does in a corrida when it is ready to rip the guts out of the matador. Now she was SURE she was more determined than ever to have a showdown with the School. [To be continued. Comments to sheilamoist4u@yahoo.com or visit http://groups.yahoo.com/group/whereloveis/ ]