Chapter 43 Training 10 hard students
The classroom was small and windowless, tucked away in the back of Jerome's Academy for Boys. I stood at the front of the room, looking at the ten students seated at their desks. They were young men, full of energy and confusion. My job as the Sex Ed instructor was to clear that confusion.
"Today," I said, my voice echoing in the quiet room. "We are moving away from the textbooks. We are going to discuss the male physiological response." I paused, my eyes scanning the room. "Today, like every other day, is practical. Leo, please step forward."
Leo was a tall, athletic boy with messy brown hair. He walked to the front, his face turning a deep shade of red from innocent embarrassment.
"Strip," I commanded. "Everything."
The rest of the class leaned forward. It was so quiet that you could hear it if a pin dropped. Leo’s hands trembled as he pulled his shirt over his head, then his trousers, and finally his boxers. He stood there naked, his skin pale and covered in goosebumps.
I looked down at him and I saw it: his soft dick dangling between his legs.
"Now, Class, look at the state of the penis," I said, stepping behind him. I reached out and wrapped my hand around his shaft. Leo gasped, his eyes going wide. "This is the flaccid state. But with the right stimulation..."
I began to stroke him. I used a slow, steady rhythm, my thumb circling the head. I watched Leo’s face. His jaw tightened, and his eyes narrowed as the blood began to rush to his groin. Within a minute, he was standing tall—thick, hard, and pulsing against my palm.
"Now, look everybody," I said, looking at the class. "Can you see it now?"
"Yes, ma'am!" they echoed.
"Good. Now, he is ready to be fucked. And I can see that many of you are in the same state."
I looked down the rows. Every boy had a massive bulge in his pants. Some were already palming themselves through the fabric.
"Now, everyone, stand up," I said. "Remove your clothes. Do not be shy. This is a practical laboratory. Everyone will participate. When the penis is hard, its job is to penetrate into a woman and fuck. Fucking is the thrusting in and out of a vagina." I paused, looking at the eager faces of the students. "Don't worry, it may not be understandable, but you will all try it. You have five minutes each. Do what you can with the time. Once it's up, you pull out."
The sound of rustling fabric and zippers filled the room. Ten naked boys stood behind their desks, their erections pointing toward me like compass needles.
I felt a surge of heat in my core. I turned to my desk, swept the papers onto the floor, and lay back. I hiked my skirt up and pulled my panties off, tossing them into the wastebasket.
"Leo," I said, beckoning him. "You were the volunteer. You go first. Five minutes. Use them wisely."
Student 1: Leo
Leo didn't need to be told twice. He crawled onto the desk, his breathing heavy. He positioned himself between my legs. His cock was long and slightly curved, the head already weeping with pre-cum.
"Mmm... Teacher..." he whimpered.
He pushed inside. It was a slow, agonizing slide. Anyone could clearly see that Leo was a virgin, and he moved like he was entering a temple. He was thick and hot, filling me up until I felt my walls stretching.
"Ahhh... Leo... yesss... You are getting it right..." I moaned. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. "Now, start moving."
Leo started to move. He was frantic, his hips hitting mine with a rhythmic slap-slap-slap. He was biting his lip, his eyes squeezed shut in pure bliss.
"Nnnnggh... ohhh... ahhh! It’s so warm, Ma'am! It's almost hot. Ah... it's holding me... ah-ah-ah!"
He was moving with a raw, desperate energy. I felt the pleasure building instantly. With every thrust, Leo was hitting my sweet spot. I narrowed my eyes, my breath coming in short hitches. But just as I felt the first wave of a climax coming on me, the alarm rang.
"Time’s up, Leo," I panted, even if I wanted to just continue until I came.
"No! Please! Just a second more!" he begged, his face flushed.
"Rules are rules. Step aside," I commanded as I pushed him off me. He stood by the desk, his cock still throbbing and unsatiated. "Next. Marcus."
Student 2: Marcus
Marcus was shorter than Leo, but he was built like a tank. He walked up with a cock that was shorter but incredibly thick—like a soda can. He didn't waste time. He grabbed my hips with hands that felt like iron and slammed deep into me.
"GAHHH!" I shrieked, my head hitting the desk.
He was massive. The sheer girth of him felt like he was stretching me to the point of breaking. Unlike Leo’s frantic energy, Marcus was a grinder. He stayed deep, rotating his hips in a slow, circular motion that made my toes curl.
"Ahhh! Marcus! Ohhh god... you're so... you're so thick!" I wailed shamelessly.
I bit my tongue to keep from screaming.
Marcus was focused. He was watching the place where we joined, his eyes dark and hungry. Fuck... he was a natural dominant. He reached out and grabbed my breasts, squeezing them hard as he continued that deep, soul-shattering grind.
"Mmm-hmmm... yesss... right there... ohhh yess," I moaned. My hands were clawing at the wood of the desk. The friction from his girth was making me soak the surface of the table.
I hit my first climax of the day with Marcus. It was a dark, heavy explosion that made my entire body go rigid.
"Ahhhhh ahhhh ohhhhh!" Marcus grunted, his own breath coming in guttural heaves.
He was close, I knew it, but he was disciplined. He kept the pace steady, trying to drain every bit of pleasure out of his five minutes. But the clock didn't care.
Grrrrrrrr! The alarm rang.
"Step down, Marcus," I gasped, my body still twitching from the orgasm.
"Teacher... please..." he rasped, his eyes red with hunger.
"Move. Now! Jax, you're up."
Student 3: Jax
Jax was the quietest boy in class. He had pale skin and a lean body. But when he stepped forward, the class gasped. His cock was terrifying—easily ten inches long and thin like a spear.
He crawled over me, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement. He didn't slam in like Marcus. He guided the head of his spear to my opening slowly, and slowly he began to sink in.
"Ahhh... ahhh... Jax... it’s so deep..." I whispered. Fuck... he was...
He kept going. It felt like he was reaching my heart. He buried the entire length of himself inside me, and I felt my breath leave my lungs. Jax started to move with a long, slow stroke. He pulled nearly all the way out before plunging back in, his length rubbing against every sensitive nerve I had.
"... ohhh... yesss... Jax... mmm-hmmm yes... gosh...!" I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him down.
Unlike the others, Jax was a moaner. Every time he pushed in, he let out a soft, high-pitched "Ohhh yess, ma'am..." and that alone made me want to pull him even deeper. He was biting his lower lip, eyes narrowed.
"It... it feels... ahhh... fuck yess ahhh Teacher! I'm... I'm going to... ah-ah-ah!"
Jax was hitting parts of me that the other two couldn't reach. The depth was incredible. I felt a second climax starting to claw its way up from my belly. My eyes narrowed, and I gripped the back of his head, forcing his face into my neck.
"Give it to me, Jax! All of it!"
He increased the speed, his thin, long cock moving like a piston.
Grrrrrrrr! The alarm rang.
"Time," I whispered, even as my body began to shake.
Jax didn't hear me. He was too far gone. He delivered three more massive, deep thrusts before I had to physically shove him back.
"I said time, Jax," I panted, my chest heaving. Jax stood there, shaking, his long cock still dripping with my fluids.
"Seven more to go," I said, looking at the
rest of the boys waiting in line. I lay back on the desk, my legs falling wide open once again. "Who’s next? You. Caleb."