"all right, class, settle down," ms. cotton urged her health class. she was the envy of almost all of the boys in her class (and some of the girls). she was young to be a teacher, not much older than her students, and though she dressed conservatively, everything was form fitting, showing off her feminine curves, long white legs, and prodigious bossom. she stood over her desk and addressed her class with a flick of her auburn hair. "the state requires me to educate you on the matters of sex, and while 'abstinence' is the official policy, even the higher ups know better," she said this with a smirk, as if everyone knew better. there was simply no way these hormone laced teens could keep their hands to themselves in the days to come.
"however, rather than teach you myself, i've brought in some professionals to teach you the ins and outs (pardon my pun) of sex," she held up a dvd case and announced, 'my virtual helpers'.
drew sat in a desk ahead of the other students, almost alongside the teacher's large wooden desk. he was the 'teacher's aide' but everyone knew he was the teacher's pet. there wasn't anything ms. cotton would ask him to do that he wouldn't jump to. bespectacled and slender, there was no way he could be called athletic in any way. the girls in the school mostly ignored him. he was painfully shy and always the brunt of jokes. they hated him for his academic prowess. it was suspected that his grades were not necessarily a product of his brilliance, but of his endless sucking up to ms. cotton, and for once these suspicions were right. ms. cotton encouraged her young charge in his fawning attempts to win his approval by commending him in front of the class for every task well performed, constantly asking others why they couldn't be 'more like drew'. this did not help his popularity - especially with the boys, who were jealous of the attention drew received.
"drew, would you bring the tv over here and play this," she handed the dvd to him and he gulped when he saw it, feeling the immediate transformation in his physiology that something was naughty. on the cover of the disc was printed a photo of a bare breasted woman touching a dildo to her outstretched tongue. what kind of educational video was this? he wondered as his palms started to sweat. he rolled the tv in front of the class and with shaky hands inserted the dvd into the back of the tv. the screen beamed to life and the sound roared out a low, throbbing bass tune - too loud from the last person to use it. he quickly lowered the volume using the remote and returned it to the teacher's desk. "get the lights, would you?" she purred and he scurried over to lower the classroom lights.
everyone was cloaked in darkness as the tv lit the classroom with dancing light. the video began with a woman clad respectably enough in a button down blouse and pencil skirt standing in front of a blackboard and desk much like the one in their classroom. "today, we're going to learn about manual and oral play," the unnamed actress announced with a knowledgeable air. without prelude she began to shed her clothes, turning towards a male model who had inserted himself in the frame, nude and ready for action. she turned and wiggled out of her tight skirt, revealing a garter belted to thigh high stockings and nothing else. why she had to be almost naked for a demonstration of oral was anyone's guess, but no one was complaining. ms. cotton scanned the room out the corner of her eye. in the darkness she could make out surreptitious motions as students made their way to their private areas, rubbing as discretely as they could. some of the good girls squeezed their knees together, rubbing th
em and pulling their skirts down, obviously ashamed of the feelings such visuals were instigating. she smirked over at her pet, drew, and found him white knuckling the edge of his desk, clearly uncomfortable with the amount of arrousal that he was experiencing. were they too young to be seeing such pornography? possibly, but the state was insisting on sex education at younger and younger ages these days. who was she to disagree? they were old enough to procreate, they were old enough to learn how.
ms. cotton made up her mind to do something about drew's predicament. after all, he was her favorite, and had helped her out all those times. why shouldn't she help him out a little in return?
one boy in class, a trouble maker, was rubbing a farther down his leg than the others. tommy was a problem, she knew, and judging by the bulge running down his pants leg, she could guess that too much testosterone was to blame. languidly she arose from her seat as an idea began to percolate in her mind. however would she deal with this little indiscretion. it was no matter that most of the other boys were touching themselves. she had had problems with him before, and she singled him out. as she threaded her way through the desks, she caught tommy's eye, and he subtley withdrew his hand from the inside of his thigh, revealing the full length of his rod, outlined in the twilight of the tv screen.
"tommy," she purred, lowering herself seductively to his eye level, so that her cleavage was exposed down the front of her blouse. "perhaps you'd like to serve as a model for the class, seeing as you're enjoying the video so much."
"well, um," he looked around at his classmates, panicking that he had been caught. ms. cotton whirled and strode over to the light switch, flipping it on and bathing the classroom in a bliding glare.
"now tommy, to the front of the class," she ordered, pointing to a spot on the floor in front of her desk.
"whatever," he announced in as cocky a manner as he could muster. if he was going to be made an example of, he'd do it proudly. he thrust himself out of the desk, but the log extending down his pant leg as he stood up sent up gasps from the classroom. at first this made him falter, but then he put a little swagger in his strut. pleased at the reaction he was getting.
the video continued to play in the background as the woman was using her hands to stroke the stunt cock. she was on her knees in a position of worship, making eye contact with a face that was just off screen.
"now who'll help me demonstrate the techniques we're learning today in our educational video?" she perused the room, challenging each student to step up to the opportunity. "extra credit for any volunteers," she offered. no takers. then she turned over her shoulder to drew, her little pet. "drewie! i knew i could count on you!" she flourished with a flick of her hair, though drew had never given any indication of acceptance. he just sat there, slack jawed, staring in terror at the class as he imagined the sheer humiliation that was to come.