Sex Ed

We're in sex ed class and you've been glancing over at me all period long. Our teacher, Mr. Edwards has too. He stares at me a lot you've noticed. You suspect he'd do more than look if the chance presented itself. By the end of the class, he gives me detention for passing notes and does the same with you for not paying attention during class. I roll my eyes and tell him whatever. You just concentrate on trying to look busy in your notebook.

You barely know me from around the school. We've never spoken since we're in different social circles but both of us are seniors set to graduate in June. My name is Joanie Whitaker. I turned 18 three months ago and I hang with a small group of girls everyone calls the 'Stoners' because the gym teacher caught us smoking weed behind bleachers a few years back. The guys mostly leave us alone, the rumor is our clique fits together because we're all lesbians. I'm a petite woman about an inch or two over 5 feet and have a respectably sized bust. Most guys that stare at me are watching my athletic ass though.

The three of us meet in the classroom after school. I'm sitting in the back staring at my phone and running a comb through the light purple pixie bob on top of my head. When you finally sit down he speaks.

"Neither of you seemed interested during class, so we will cover the topic here in detention. Joanie get up here." I walk up and he makes me put my hands palm down on the desk, then he gestures for you to walk up front.

"Do you think she's hot?" He asks and you shrug playing it cool. He lifts my denim skirt and lets you look at my firm red thong covered ass.

"Hey," I protest. "Not with someone else here!"

I reach back to pull it down and he tells me if my hand leaves the desk again I fail. He grabs the scissors and cuts the elastic band on my panties, letting them fall to the floor.

"Joanie here doesn't like to do written assignments. She takes dick pretty well though and that's all sex ed really requires." He puts his palm in the middle of my back and pushes me down against the top of the desk.

"Hey!"

"Another word young lady and you'll be back here next year."

I quiet down as my face turns several shades of red at the idea of being displayed to someone I hardly even know. The teacher gets off on this stuff though. On his order, I move my feet shoulder-width apart giving you a good look at my bald, glistening pussy. He rubs me paying special attention to my clit. It isn't long before the smell of sex fills the air. He looks over at you.

"Ever think of fucking her?"

"No, sir. I didn't think of her much, me and the guys thought she was into girls."

"She seems turned on enough now. So does it really matter?" He shows you his fingers covered in my juices.

"I guess not." You pull out your wallet and get a condom.

"Good, you did pay attention in class. No idea what sort of things she might have picked up."

You unzip your shorts and push them to the floor freeing your hard cock. It's pretty rigid given the circumstances, then you roll the condom over it. Mr. Edwards lets me go and gives me a stern look. He needn't have bothered though, I need to pass to graduate so I stay still. He pulls his desk chair around so he has a good view. Then he sits down, pulls out his cock, and starts stroking it with the remains of my panties.

"Joanie, now tell the young man he can fuck you. Consent is a real thing you know."

I swallow hard since I'm getting a bit excited myself. I'm used to being his after class toy though, he's never decided to share before. I close my eyes.

"You can fuck me," I offer tonelessly.

"Go ahead, the slut really likes a good hard pounding," the teacher says in an excited tone slowly jerking himself.

You step behind me and rub your cockhead up and down my wet lips getting excited at the thought of having me.

"Do it. Tame the bitch!"

You need no further encouragement. You slam your hard rod deep inside my slick slit. You hear me inhale sharply as you bottom out feeling my smooth ass cheeks pressing on your stomach. You pull back and drive into me again. You grunt and I groan as you pump in and out of my tight cunt.

"Feel that Joanie?" the teacher asks loudly as you pound me.

"This is the life of pot-smoking whores that don't apply themselves," your rod slams hard again into my snatch.

"You're cute enough to make this work for a decade or two but what after that?" He asks as I start to moan under the pressure of your hard cock slamming in and out of me.

"You'd best find a man and sucker him into putting a ring on that finger soon. 40-year-old sluts can't pay bills with pussy alone." You can feel my sex hug you hard as my moaning gets louder.

Mr. Edwards gets off first, grunting as he unloads in my ruined satin underthings. You hear me start groaning the word "Yes" again and again almost like a chant as you push me over the top. You can feel me shake as I explode, soaking your dick and my thighs in slick love juice. You can't hold back any longer, you slam into me as deeply as you can and unload filling the condom with all the jizz you've built up since your last trip to Pornhub. You pull out and step back watching the fluid leak down my inner thighs.

The teacher tosses the remains of my panties in the wastebasket and looks at you.

"Ok. You've served your purpose. You can leave now. Don't think acting up in class will get you here next time though. You go to the principle's office then."

You take the condom off and toss it in the garbage. Then you pull up your shorts and look over at me.

"Don't worry about Ms. Whitaker. She and I have a few more things to go over," he says with a wicked smile.

You shrug and leave the room deciding not to say anything to anyone. As you go thoughts of hunting me down later cross your mind, after all, I didn't sound like a lesbian in there.