Mr. Doe The newest teacher at St. Joan's School For Girls

You tried not to yawn as the girls filed into the small gym and filled the bleachers. Next to you the dean of the school fiddled with her microphone, trying somewhat in vain to get the girls to quiet down. She was a surprisingly young woman, likely no older than 45. Her blond hair was in a tight bun on the top of her head and her curvy figure was hugged tight by her suit. There were around 80 or 90 girls all seated in the rows in front of you their short school skirts flashing you slightly when one of them would shift the right way. More girls than you expected, but given that this was mid-way through the school year that wasn't too surprising. Finally the dean got the girls to be quiet.

"Hello girls," she greeted to tepid levels of enthusiasm. She seemed to ignore it. "I know many of you must be wondering why we pulled you out of class this morning. Well St. Joan prides itself on its ability to prepare its students for their lives once they leave these hallowed halls. Everyone of you has reached the age of 18, which means in a few months you will be leaving us for your futures."

That line got a lot of cheers and a few conversations started again. After a minute it died back down.

"As I was saying we are looking to ensure your educations are as complete as possible. In order to meet this goal you will be entering into a new course for the remaining school year. Sexual education."

That announcement got a bunch of the girls to start whispering to each other and after a moment, one of the girls in the front row raised her hand.

"But Dean Winston," she asked. "We did health class already."

"Yes," the dean agreed. "But that was health class, focused on your changing bodies and such. This is sexual education. It is to teach you all about the nature and feelings of sex between two people. To that end I will introduce your newest teacher, Mr. Doe who will be the one leading this class."

With that she handed you the mic. You stepped forward and gave the girls a small smile.

"Hello girls," you greeted. Most of the students simply mumbled a response. "Well as your dean explained, I will be your sexual educator. The class is going to feel very strange and there will be a few things that you might feel are very unusual but it is important that you treat this seriously. This class will be very hands on, and require that you apply yourself fully to get the most out of it. Also the nature of the lessons means that if I need to educate you outside the classroom, like at lunch or during a different class you need to be ready for that. As part of that a small change to your school uniforms is now in effect. You all need to remove your panties and leave them off. From now on any girl enrolled in sexual education who is caught wearing panties will be in violation of the dress code and punished accordingly."

All the girls looked at each other with a mix of shock and mild confusion, but a few moments later they started to remove their panties from under their skirts. Most simply placed them on the bench next to them or left them on the ground. You smiled watching the scene, your cock hardening at the sight.

"Good, any additional changes will be explained in the classroom when classes start. I know it might feel a little embarrassing, but trust me after a week or two you'll be used to it. Now, any questions?"

A few girls raised their hands, you scaned the crowd and pointed at a small ginger girl sitting a few rows back.

"What sorts of things are we gonna be learning about?"

"We'll be dealing with most topics related to sex. Positions, choices of holes, techniques, and various other kinks."

A few more hands went back up and you pointed to a girl with short black hair and pale white skin whose shirt was straining hard to avoid poping a button by her tits.

"Is it just going to be boy on girl sex or are we gonna learn about...other things?"

In the back someone half whispered half shouted the word dyke down at her which got a quick glare as the rest of the girls started to laugh. You stared at them waiting for it to die down.

"If we could please not get out of hand, to answer the question, we'll deal a little with girl on girl, but you'll be expected to fully participate in all other lessons too."

A final hand shot up and you pointed at it. The girl was dark skined with a wild frizzy haircut and legs that went on for miles.

"Like what exactly are we gonna be doing?"

"Good question," you told her and gestured towards the dean. The woman stood and walked over to you. "Like I said this class will be fully hands-on, which means we will be engaging in all sexual acts described and taught in the course. Dean Winston and me are going to show you how this might play out in class. If you'd be so kind as to drop your pants and panties dean?"

Dean Winston blinked but nodded and did as you asked, exposing herself in front of her students. A lot of them started to whisper, but they all stared wide-eyed as you followed suit, freeing your cock from your pants. You took the dean by her hand and spun her slightly around so her ass was facing you and you pushed lightly on her back to get her to lean down to give you better access to her pussy. You handed her the microphone as you used your other hand to rub your cock along her pussy to help warm it up some.

"Tell the students what it feels like as we have sex," you told her before slowly entering her snatch with your cock. "So they know what to expect."

"OHhhh, yes...it's quiet big, students," she started with a shudder. "A bit bigger than my husband's for sure. Ufff, I h-have no doubt you'll all get quite stretched out by the end of the yyear. I-I excuse me" she paused to let out a long moan as you fully filled her then pulled back rapidly and slammed back in. Being a demonstration you wanted to hurry this along before the first period classes let out. "Ohh he's going very-God-very fast in me stu-students. I....I hope you are ready girls. Cause he's hugh-hard and clearly knows...knows...knows!"

With that she all but dropped the mic as she tensed up and let out a squeal as she came on your cock. You thrust as deep as you could and allowed her pussy to clench around you rhythmically. The students were now totally silent, some were wide-eyed in shock while others were smirking or even rolling their eyes as they watched their dean climax right in front of them. After a moment she calmed down and you resumed your pace, picking up speed as you felt your own finish rushing in.

"Ahhh-he's getting fah-faster girls," she continued to give a play-by-play as best she could as your balls beat a tattoo on her pussy and the sound of skin on skin filled the gym. "I do think that-yes he's coming, he's coming inside."

It was true you were blasting away at her pussy with a full load. You didn't pull out until every last drop drained out.

"Uhhh, that, that was sure intense," she told you as she stood back up. "I'm fairly sure the students are going to be worn out by the end of the year. Now girls the bell will soon ring so when it does please return to class in an orderly...yes, last question?"

A small asian girl had raised her hand and cleared her throat when called on.

"So he came inside you right?"

"Well I thought that would be obvious. Yes he did."

"Won't you get knocked up?"

"It could happen, but at my age that's pretty hard to do. I'll just have to deal with it later though, if it happens I'm sure me and my husband can work it out, we've had two daughters already."

"But like, is he going to cum in us? We could end up knocked up too."

"Again it doesn't happen every time, though at your age it's certainly a lot more likely. It's part of sex though and thus part of your education. Just remember this is a Catholic school, so we expect you to follow what the Church says on this, no birth control and absolutely no abortions. If you get in a family way due to your education, that is just another learning opportunity. Mr. Doe is a professional with several years of experience; I'm positive he's fathered dozens of children at this point."

She gives you a look and you nod. You actually have no idea of the real number, but dozens sounds about right. The gym once again filled with whispers as the girls started to debate and worry with each other about the risks they were suddenly dealing with in your class. You took the mic back and stood in front of them, gesturing for them to be quiet.

"Listen girls, I know that you're scared of being unwed teen moms, but this is an important part of growing up. Now if, and let's be honest, when many of you find yourselves carrying my kid around I can give you some extra readings on how to make the most of being a single mom with zero extra support from anyone. This class is not a child development or parenting class, and any pregnancies that will result from this course are simply a byproduct of learning about the consequences of sex. As a sexual educator, obviously, I can not be expected to be held responsible for any of these resulting pregnancies, as I'm only here as a teacher, not as a father to your children. Each of you are expected to take on the role of sole caretaker and parent, as a lesson in the risks of frequent unprotected sex with someone who doesn't respect you or see you as anything but a sexual outlet."

The girls started murmuring again at your announcement, many of them already resigning themselves to dealing with your brats. Suddenly, a shrill note filled the air.

"Ah there's the bell girls," the dean announced. "Off to your next classes. If you have Mr. Doe next period, he will be meeting you in his new classroom. Good luck."