Lucy stood in front of the full-length mirror in her bedroom. She checked herself before leaving for work. The black blouse and new grey pencil skirt looked smart, and her tan nylons and black high heels gave a professional finish. She brushed a loose strand of her dirty blonde hair behind her ear. She left the top two buttons of her blouse unbuttoned, a small nod to her own sense of style and her refusal to surrender to the stuffy expectations of the staff room. She grabbed her bag and got in her car to drive to the high school where she worked.
Her mind was already running through the lesson plan for first period. She had been asked to take on an additional class from her regular position as a geography teacher to run the school's sex education program. The school board had finally pushed the issue through, overriding the fierce objections of the heavily catholic parent community that had fought for years to keep it out of the classroom. The compromise was a trial programme for the eldest students, 16- and 17-year-olds who, by any reasonable standards, should have been given the information years ago.
Lucy had volunteered willingly for it. She didn't share the same conservative background that much of the local community did and had never bought into the shame that seemed to come with every conversation about bodies and found the school's attitude frustrating, the way it buried its head in the sand, whilst the students fumbled their way through adolescence with only whispers and internet porn to guide them. Lucy was sexually adventurous herself and comfortable in her own skin. She had heard every pick-up line, cat call and sleazy come-on that a woman in her late twenties could hear, so a classroom full of nervous teens was not going to intimidate her.
She pulled up at the school car park and walked towards the building. Jane from the English department met her halfway to the entrance.
"Brace yourself, Lucy, the PTA have been in a frenzy all week about the school's surrender to moral decay," she said.
"They can call it whatever they like," Lucy replied, not in the slightest bit bothered. "The board signed the papers, so I am just following the curriculum."
"You are a braver woman than me!" Jane said as they went their separate ways, leaving Lucy to walk to her classroom alone.
The students sat nervously in their classroom awaiting their teacher's arrival. They didn't know who was going to be taking the class. They knew there was no official sex education teacher and didn't know whether it would be a new teacher drafted in or someone they were familiar with.
Near the window, two girls, Chloe and Gemma, whispered to each other. "I heard it's Miss Riley, the geography teacher," Chloe said to Gemma.
"The tall one with the long legs?" Gemma replied.
"Yep!" Chloe said with amusement. "Should be interesting!" she continued as she looked at the nervous-looking boys in the class.
"I don't care who it is, it's just a class," Liam added from the next desk, seeming unbothered, but his foot was tapping anxiously on the floor.
Ryan sat perfectly still; he didn't join the whispers and just stared out the window, avoiding everyone's eye contact. He was a quiet one; everyone knew that.
"I just want to get it over with," Gemma said back to Chloe.
"We all do, Gemma, but it's just information; it's no big deal," Chloe reassured her.
"Easy for you to say, you have a boyfriend," Gemma fired back.
"Well, you can learn something today then!" Chloe said, smiling.
The time ticked for a minute that felt like an hour, and Lucy strode confidently into the class, closing the door behind her. She made her way to the desk at the front of the class, her high heels clicking on the floor with every step, the eyes of the entire class following her. She didn't say anything for a while, just sorted through her bag, taking out and organizing what she needed and let them take her in.
The boys, many of whom had spent entire geography lessons in the past fighting to keep their attention on River tributaries and weather fronts, and off of Miss Riley's hips and the way the fabric of her skirt stretched over her bottom when she moved, or from the sound her nylons made when she crossed her legs, felt their struggle increasing. Miss Riley, a teacher who moved in a way that made every lesson a silent ordeal, was going to be talking to them about sex; it was mortifying. The fantasy had always been safe, because it was impossible. Now it was the curriculum. Many of them stared down at their desks, willing their bodies to behave....this was going to be a very long hour.
By contrast, the girls breathed a collective sigh of relief. They could have been sent a PE Teacher with a whistle or a monotone male health official with a pamphlet. But instead they got Miss Riley. Cool, approachable Miss Riley, who didn't talk down to them and didn't lecture them like naughty children.
Lucy let the murmurs settle and stood before the class. "Good morning, class," she said calmly. "I know I have taught some of you before, but for those who don't know me, I am Miss Riley." The class practically held its breath, and Lucy let the awkwardness sit for a moment. "I know this feels strange," she continued. "Let's get that out in the open straight away. It is strange. It's new, and it's uncomfortable, and most of you probably wish you were somewhere else. I get it," she reassured them. "But it's important, and we will get through it together.
She perched on the edge of the desk, scanning the room. "As you know, because the school board have only just approved this, we are several years behind other mainstream schools, which is why your year group has been chosen to participate in these initial lessons, and we will be covering various topics, starting with the reproductive system, how it functions... you know, the 'biology' bit.
Some students got pens and notepads out, starting to prepare to make notes as Lucy continued.
"Then we will look at the mechanics of sex, not just the act itself, but the practicalities, safety, health, etc. But we will also talk about the emotional side. Sex isn't just physical. It involves feelings, expectations, vulnerability. It can be wonderful, but it can be confusing, and I want you to have all the information you need to navigate it with respect for yourself and others," she explained.
She let the silence return to the room for a moment whilst the students took in what she said. The tension was still there, but it was more curious now. She carried on.
"If you are already familiar with anything that we cover today, then that's great; your experience is welcome. But if you are unsure of anything, or something doesn't sound right and you have a question, then please ask. There is no such thing as a silly question."
She stood up and smoothed the front of her blouse as she scanned the eyes of the room again. A hand shot up from the middle of the room, and Lucy turned towards the source. Greg. Of course, Greg. She had expected something from him eventually; he had a reputation for being loud and always performing for his audience. She nodded, keeping her expression neutral. "Yes, Greg?"
"Miss Riley, how does it work if you don't have a penis? Because Ryan has no dick, everyone knows that!" he said triumphantly as his friends around him laughed. A few others in the class joined them sniggering as Ryan's face went bright red.
Lucy let the laughter run for two seconds, and then she spoke. "Well, I stand corrected; I guess there is such a thing as a silly question," she said, glaring at Greg, her face not changing. The laughter died instantly, and Greg's arrogant smile faltered slightly. She continued, "If someone is without a penis, for medical reasons, not that I am aware of any examples of it, then there are plenty of other ways that they could enjoy a partner's body."
She stepped from her desk and made her way slowly through the rows of desks, letting the room fall silent again, save for the sound of her heels on the floor. She passed Ryan, and her hand came down reassuringly on his shoulder as she went by and back to the front of the class. Dozens of eyes watched the curve of her ass and the sheer tension of her stockings on the back of her legs. Some of them forgot to breathe. She reached her desk, turned to face the whiteboard, and began sketching a diagram with a red marker pen.
Ryan was hunched over his notebook, trying hard to keep his eyes on the board. It was difficult. The way Miss Riley's stockings disappeared under the hem of her skirt was distracting. From behind him, he heard a whisper.
"You taking notes, Ryan? You gonna use that information when you rub one out later?" Greg said mockingly
I wish he would leave me alone, Ryan thought to himself.
"Miss Riley," Greg called out. "That diagram looks small; is it accurate? I have seen representations that are a lot more...impressive."
More sniggers rang round the room. Lucy didn't look round; she continued drawing a perfect ovary and fallopian tube. Then she put the cap back on the marker and turned to face the class.
"Greg," she smiled. "I appreciate your concern about the accuracy of my drawing. But the size of an organ, any organ on a clinical diagram, is determined by the size of the whiteboard and the need for visual clarity of the people watching, not by the ego of a person viewing," she said flatly, looking him in the eye as he sank into his chair.
A few giggles were heard around the class as she carried on.
"However," she said as she walked towards Greg's desk. "Since you brought up the subject of size, let's look at some actual statistics."
She perched on the edge of his desk, between him and Ryan, and crossed her legs. The sound of nylon sliding against nylon was almost deafening in the now hushed classroom.
"The average length of an erect, adult male penis is 5 or 6 inches... fact. Backed up by medical research," she said, still holding Greg's eye. "Interestingly, the same research suggests that males who are the most vocal about their own size and virility, and who feel the need to belittle others, are statistically more likely to be well below average."
Every eye in the room turned to Greg, and Ryan tried to stifle his laughter.
"It's a fascinating evolutionary compensation mechanism, Greg. Think of it as a tiny package, wrapped in a very loud wrapper."
The class erupted into laughter, and Greg kept his mouth shut. Lucy made her way back to her desk, happy to have shut the cocky adolescent up for the time being. She turned back to the class. "Now, I am sure some of you would have done the reading you were given in advance. Ryan, can you tell us what the primary function of the fallopian tube is?"
Ryan didn't want to speak, but he knew the answer, and he wanted to impress Miss Riley. "They transport the egg from the ovary to the uterus. Fertilization usually happens there," he said confidently.
"Excellent, Ryan! Precise and factual," she glared at Greg. "See, class, this is what a young man who is comfortable with himself sounds like. No bluster or performance, just quiet confidence." She smiled reassuringly at Ryan.
The lesson continued, and Lucy covered the menstrual cycle, ovulation, the luteal phase, and the journey of sperm. She was clinical, but every time she moved, her blouse pulled tight across her chest. The boys paid attention, but not just to the biology. They were dreading the next part. They had sat through the fairly dull scientific part, but now, Miss Riley was going to be talking about the mechanics of sex. Gorgeous Miss Riley would be talking about how sexual arousal works, and what causes it. This was excruciating!
"Ok everyone," Lucy said, getting their attention. “The video I am about to show is a little old-fashioned, and the acting is terrible, but I would ask for your attention, as it covers some important things. Some things, and some feelings that you may already have experienced, but you might not have. Any questions, please save for the end." She picked up a remote from the desk and played the video, and the title screen lit up. 'Understanding Sexual Arousal: A Guide for Young Adults'
The video was indeed terrible and showed a very straight-laced professor, showing a penis getting erect and speaking matter-of-factly about what causes arousal and what to do with the erect penis with your partner. Being an old-fashioned film, it didn't really think to cover how a woman's arousal is evident or how to achieve it. The video then progressed to show a very awkward depiction of intercourse taking place...just to show where everything goes. The students watched, and there were giggles and chattering. As the film finished, Lucy switched the TV off and stood in front of the class.
"So, I told you it was a terrible video, but boys, I am guessing you are familiar with erections, and likely had them before?" Her question was semi-rhetorical, and some of the boys panicked, thinking they were expected to answer and admit to them there and then. She carried on, "And as the video explains, your bodies react to different stimuli in various ways, so if you ever get one when you don't mean to, you shouldn't be embarrassed.”
She then went on to address the girls. "The video sort of forgot about us, didn't it?" she said, smiling. "For women, arousal is not a single visible event; it's sensations, swelling, sensitivity. The natural lubrication of the clitoris and labia as sexual excitement builds. It's quieter than an erection, but just as powerful," she said, as many of the girls in the room laughed, feeling very at ease with Miss Riley and how she genuinely seemed to care.
Lucy looked round the room, and saw some of the boys, particularly Greg, fumbling at their crotches, trying to fend off the growing bulge, as they inevitably pictured and thought about the prospect of Miss Riley, or some of the pretty girls in the class, getting excited and wet with arousal. The testosterone in the room was so high Lucy could almost smell it, and to her own surprise, she found herself feeling damp at the thought of all the erections in the room, probably thinking about her. She was well aware of all the eyes on her legs, hips, ass and breasts throughout the lesson. She had noticed Ryan in particular, looking away every time she turned to him. She was flattered by the attention and felt bad for how he was bullied mercilessly by Greg, and she still wanted to mess with Greg some more.
She called a close to the lesson, and to most of the students' relief, they could start to filter out of the room. As they filed out, Lucy called out, "Greg, can you stay here please? You too, Ryan, if you don't mind."
Both boys held back; Greg stood near his desk with his arms crossed, sulking and feigning indifference. Ryan seemed more nervous about being kept back.
"Greg, you were very rude and obnoxious today. I don't care if what I said embarrassed you, but you deserved to be brought down a peg after what you said," Lucy said sternly to Greg. "You will do a 3-page essay on respect and maturity in class, and it is due Wednesday, no excuses."
Greg huffed as Lucy turned to Ryan.
"Ryan, I wanted to say that I was impressed by how you handled yourself with dignity; that is a rare quality," she said as she squeezed his arm, making his cock twitch.
"Yeah, dignity, that will have all the women drooling at the pussy, won't it!" Greg scoffed.
"Greg! Don't you dare speak like that in my class!" Lucy snapped at him. "And, for your information, yes, it would do more than you think. A man who knows how to conduct himself, who has class and self-respect, can achieve more with a woman than a crude, loud-mouthed boy, who relies on bluster, ever could!"
As she spoke, she felt a distinct, thrilling throb between her legs. The power she held over this cocky teenager, the way she could make him squirm, the way she could wound him, or elevate him, depending on what she chose to say or not say, sent a wave of arousal through her.
Greg, trying to salvage his bravado, leaned back against the desk and laughed. "Oh! Are you getting turned on right now, are you, Miss Riley, by the tiny-knobbed nerd over there?!? Is that what gets you going, Miss!"
"Greg, you seem so preoccupied with the size of Ryan's penis and allude to how big yours is; maybe you should stop your blustering, and just...show me?" she said to him, catching him off guard.
"Miss, are you serious?" Greg stammered as she looked him directly in the eye.
Lucy approached him, knowing that what she was considering could get her fired, but she had allowed how aroused she had gotten to overwhelm her a bit, and she stepped into him and put her hand on his crotch. "Yes...show me. You didn't like it when I alluded that you might be below average and you constantly claim to be impressive and experienced, so let's see," she said, starting to unzip him.
Greg couldn't believe his luck at what was happening. Sexy Miss Riley wanted to see his cock! He unbuckled his belt, and she pulled his trousers and underpants down, exposing his less-than-impressive cock. Lucy tilted her head, considering what she was about to do, and took his cock in her hand, making him gasp at her soft touch. "As I expected, well below average," she said mockingly. Greg barely heard her as he was almost delirious. Lucy crouched in front of him, her skirt riding up as she did, revealing the lace top of her stockings and the strap of her garter, and she started to stroke Greg's cock, tugging at it as Greg gripped the desk. It didn't take long, 60 seconds at most, before he spilled his load on the floor at his feet. "Well, that didn't take long," Lucy said with pity in her voice. "I guess those studies were accurate."
She turned to Ryan, frozen to the spot, and she looked him up and down, seeing the bulge in his trousers. "Let's see if Greg was right about you. Although he has been wrong so far, so I am sure he is wrong about you."
"Please, Miss Riley, nobody has touched it before," Ryan gasped as Lucy started unzipping him and his legs trembled as she freed his cock from his underwear and it sprang forward.
Lucy was startled momentarily as she took in the sight of Ryan's erect cock. It was at least 7 inches, she guessed, not sure, but certainly above average. She gripped him in her beautifully manicured fingers and gently stroked the length of him as Ryan squirmed and gasped, while Greg watched. She looked up at him.
"Nobody has ever touched it, you say?"
"No, Miss, nobody," Ryan confessed.
"You are what? 17? You must be so frustrated by now?" she whispered as she wanked his cock.
"Oh my god....yes Miss Riley, very frustrated," Ryan gasped.
Lucy couldn't go back now, and she was very turned on; her pussy was soaking wet at the effect she was having on the two teenage cocks and the attention she was getting. "You poor thing, it must be hellish....take your frustration out on my face, Ryan," she said, her voice husky with lust. "Take it out on my face," she said as she took his twitching cock into her mouth and took the full length to the back of her throat, taking him by surprise. She grabbed his hand and guided it to the back of her head, lacing her fingers in his, giving him the silent instruction to fuck her mouth.
Greg, still ashamed of how quickly he blew his load, stood, shocked at the sight of Miss Riley deep-throating Ryan and found himself slightly admiring him, and certainly envious of him. The glugging sound Miss Riley made as Ryan’s cock hit the back of her throat was obscene and was making Greg’s cock stiffen hearing it.
Lucy took Ryan out of her mouth and stood up and hopped up onto the desk, facing them. She was incredibly turned on now, and thought she may as well take the next step, considering what had already happened. She slipped her hand into her black lace knickers and circled her clit as they stood in front of her. They couldn't take their eyes off her as she pulled her underwear to the side, exposing her incredibly pretty, and soaking wet cunt.
"Look at my pussy drooling," she cooed at Ryan. "Greg was wrong, guys with dignity will get me drooling more than obnoxious ones," she said as she massaged her folds. "Ryan, you remember what the video showed, come and show me what you learned."
Ryan tentatively stepped forward, his cock still hard and slick with Lucy's saliva. She grabbed his hips and pulled him in between her legs, allowing him to enter her. She opened her mouth in a silent gasp as he stuffed his inexperienced cock into her. She pulled him in close and guided his rhythm, appreciating his absolute rookie status. She showed him what she liked, and what speed and pressure to go at. Ryan allowed his hands to explore his teacher's hips and thighs, enjoying the soft feeling of her nylons as he had sex with her. His well-coached thrusts did the job, and she climaxed hard. The naughtiness of what they just did, along with his performance from her guidance, brought her to a very intense orgasm.
“Oh, Miss Riley! I think I’m going to cum!” Ryan nearly cried out just as he finally ejaculated inside her. His cum dripped out of her and slid down her thigh; Lucy scooped it up with her fingers, sucking the cum off her hand and telling him how nice it was as he pulled his trousers up.
Greg was still stood nearby, trousers still round his ankles and his erection had returned from watching Ryan fucking their teacher. He was envious that he hadn't. Lucy pulled her knickers back into place and stepped down off the table towards Greg.
"I am not sure that this below-average penis could satisfy me the way Ryan's did, so I don't think I want you inside me trying to fill me. But you look like you have something left. She knelt in front of him and took his cock in her hand, parting her lips to take him in her mouth, stroking the base and sucking the sensitive head.
"Oh fuck! Miss Riley, that feels incredible!" Greg squeaked as she stretched her lips around his shaft, taking him in fully.
It didn't take long again, and Greg blew his load a second time. This time, she took it to the back of her throat, swallowing it down. Saying nothing, she then stood up and straightened her skirt and blouse.
"Pants up, Greg, and smarten yourself before you leave my class," She instructed. "And it goes without saying, both of you, that this is just between us." They both nodded. "Greg, I hope you will learn to be more respectful. I am sure you don't want people knowing of your lack of prowess?"
"No, Miss Riley. Sorry, Ryan," Greg offered.
"And Ryan, you have no reason to lack confidence. I genuinely came so hard back there, thank you."
"Yes, Miss, thank you, Miss Riley."
They both left the classroom, and Lucy shut the door behind them, locking it. Her mind raced at what she had just done. Would either of them tell anyone? Would they try to blackmail her by demanding more from her? The latter thought, as much as she knew it shouldn't, turned her on more than it should have. Her pussy fluttered in her underwear. She sat at her desk and masturbated, thinking about both of them forcing her to fuck them again, until she had another shuddering orgasm, before she pulled her underwear back into place, fixed her blouse and hair and made her way to the teachers' lounge.
"How did the Sex Ed class go, Lucy?" the headmaster, Mr Jones, asked. "Any nonsense from any of them?"
"A little bit, but I... handled it," she smiled back. "Some of them definitely learned something, I am sure."
