The first Lesson

After about 10 minutes of introduction to the topic, most students have relaxed and their blushing cheeks have turned back to normal. Mrs. Müllr shifts the position of her classes and continues.

Mrs. Müller clears her throat and begins her lesson. "Today, we will be discussing the anatomy of the female body, starting with the breasts." She pulls up a slide on the screen, showing a detailed image of breast tissue.

"Now, as you can see here, the female breast is composed of glandular tissue and fat." Mrs. Müller continues, pointing out the different parts of the breast. "The size and shape of the breast can vary greatly from woman to woman, and can change throughout a woman's life due to factors such as pregnancy and weight gain."

As Mrs. Müller speaks, some of the students start to giggle and whisper to each other. One of the boys, named Josh, speaks up. "Mrs. Müller, can you show us your breasts to help us understand better?"

Mrs. Müller raises an eyebrow, unamused. "No, Josh, I cannot. Let's try to stay focused on the lesson, shall we?"

Another student, a girl named Emma, chimes in. "Do guys like big boobs or small boobs better?"

Mrs. Müller smiles, "That's a good question, Emma. However, breast size preference varies from person to person. It's important to remember that everyone's body is unique and should be celebrated."

As the lesson goes on, Mrs. Müller explains the function of breasts and their importance in lactation and sexual arousal. The students listen intently, some taking notes while others continue to make jokes and taunts.

Suddenly Josh comes back with another question: Mrs. Müller? How big is your chest.? And why her nipples are so hard?

Mrs. Müller blinked a few times, taken aback by the student's bold question. She paused for a moment, gathering her thoughts, and then decided to answer him with confidence.

"Well, that's quite a personal question, but I'll answer it anyway," she said, a mischievous smile spreading across her face. "I'm a 36F, if you must know. As for my nipples being hard, it's simply because the temperature in this room is quite chilly."

A few students snickered at her response, but Mrs. Müller was used to this kind of behavior. She had been teaching sex education for years, and had encountered her fair share of inappropriate comments and questions.

"But I have to say, your question about me being aroused is a bit...intriguing," she continued, her voice dropping to a sultry tone. "It's natural for the body to respond to certain stimuli, but in this case, I assure you it's just the cold. However, if you're curious about arousal and how it affects the body, I'd be happy to discuss it further."

The student's cheeks flushed bright red as the rest of the class erupted in laughter and teasing. Mrs. Müller simply shrugged off the attention and continued with her lesson, confident in her ability to keep the students engaged and informed.

"Let's move on to the topic of breast development," she said, gesturing to the diagram on the board. "Did you know that breast size is largely determined by genetics? However, there are certain factors that can affect breast development, such as hormone levels, weight gain, and pregnancy. And contrary to popular belief, breastfeeding does not actually cause breasts to sag."

“Mrs. Müller? I did not understand the point with the nipple arousal.”

She sighs.

Mrs. Müller hesitated for a moment, realizing that this might not be entirely appropriate for a classroom setting. But she also knew that it was important to educate her students properly. So, she made a decision and asked Josh to come to the front of the class.

"Okay, Josh, let me show you how it works," she said with a sultry voice as she unbuttoned her shirt and pulled it down to reveal her bra.

The other students gasped in surprise as they saw their teacher's ample bosom. But Josh was thrilled and eagerly approached her.

"First of all, Josh, it's important to understand that nipple arousal can happen for a variety of reasons, including physical stimulation or even just the anticipation of pleasure," Mrs. Müller explained as she ran her fingers over her nipples, causing them to harden even more.

Josh's eyes widened as he watched her touch herself. Mrs. Müller noticed his excitement and decided to take things a step further.

"Here, Josh, why don't you try it for yourself?" she offered, taking his hand and placing it on her breast.

Josh hesitated at first, but Mrs. Müller encouraged him, telling him to feel the texture of her nipple and the softness of her breast. Josh's face turned red as he followed her instructions, feeling a strange sensation in his groin.

The other students were giggling and making jokes, but Mrs. Müller didn't care. She was determined to teach her students properly, even if it meant crossing some boundaries.

"Now, Josh, pay attention to how your touch is affecting me," she moaned softly as she continued to guide his hand. "Do you feel how my nipple is getting even harder? That's because it's being stimulated, and that can feel really good for both men and women."

Josh was now fully aroused, and Mrs. Müller could feel his erection pressing against her leg.

Mrs. Müller felt Josh's erection pressing against her thigh, but she didn't want to make things awkward or uncomfortable. Instead, she decided to use the opportunity to teach the students about male arousal.

Mrs. Müller began by explaining how male arousal is triggered by a combination of physical and mental stimulation. She pointed to different parts of the male anatomy, explaining how they functioned during arousal.

"Josh, why don't you show us how it feels to be aroused?" she said, placing a hand on his shoulder.

Josh blushed but nodded again. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to focus on the sensations in his body. Mrs. Müller stood behind him, placing her hands on his chest and abdomen. She used her fingers to lightly trace the contours of his muscles, moving lower and lower until she was cupping his erection through his pants.

"Now, class, observe how Josh's body is responding to the stimulation," she said in a low, sultry voice. "His heart rate has increased, his breathing is more shallow, and his penis has become engorged with blood."

Josh moaned softly as Mrs. Müller continued to stroke him through his pants. The other students watched with rapt attention, some with fascination and others with envy.

"Now, Josh, why don't you describe how it feels to be aroused?" Mrs. Müller said, still caressing him.

As Josh shared his thoughts on arousal, the classroom fell into a hushed anticipation. Mrs. Müller, sensing the curiosity and eagerness of the students, decided to take this opportunity to delve into the world of dirty talk.

"Josh, thank you for sharing," Mrs. Müller began with a seductive smile. "Dirty talk is indeed a powerful tool to enhance arousal and build sexual tension. It's a way to ex-press desires, fantasies, and create an intimate connection with your partner."

The students leaned in, their eyes locked on Mrs. Müller, awaiting her guidance.

"Now, let's explore the art of dirty talk together," Mrs. Müller continued, her voice laced with sensuality. "Josh, I want you to imagine that I am your partner. I want you to tell me, in explicit detail, what you would say to ignite passion and desire."

Josh's heart raced as he found himself caught up in the intensity of the moment. He took a deep breath and began, his voice filled with newfound confidence. "Mrs. Müller, your presence captivates me. The way your green shirt hugs your ample chest drives me wild. I fantasize about running my hands over your curves, feeling the warmth of your body against mine."

The classroom held its breath, captivated by Josh's words. Mrs. Müller maintained her composed yet alluring demeanor as she encouraged him to go on.

"Josh, that's an excellent start," she purred, her eyes smoldering with a mix of profes-sionalism and intrigue. "Now, let's explore how to respond to such seductive words."

Mrs. Müller approached Josh, her body language exuding confidence and sensuality. She placed a hand on his shoulder, leaning in close, and whispered, "If I were your partner, I might respond with something like, 'Oh, Josh, your words ignite a fire with-in me. I ache for your touch, your lips on mine. Let your hands explore every inch of my body, bringing us both to the heights of pleasure.'"

The students watched in awe, their minds swirling with a mix of curiosity and desire. Mrs. Müller's ability to seamlessly blend education with sensual exploration was captivating.

Mrs. Müller's body was beginning to react to Josh's seduction, her heart racing and her breathing becoming more shallow. She could feel herself becoming more and more aroused as Josh continued to play with her nipples.

"Josh," she whispered, her voice trembling with desire. "You're making me so hot."

Josh grinned mischievously, his eyes locked onto hers as he continued to tease her sensitive nipples. "Is that so, Mrs. Müller?" he replied, his voice low and husky. "May-be you should take off your shirt so I can see just how hot you really are."

Mrs. Müller hesitated for a moment, the rational part of her brain telling her to stop, but the overwhelming desire to feel Josh's hands on her bare skin was too strong. Without a word, she began to unbutton her blouse, her fingers fumbling in her arousal.

As her shirt fell open, revealing her lacy black bra, Josh's eyes widened in apprecia-tion. "Damn, Mrs. Müller," he whispered, his voice filled with lust. "You look so fuck-ing sexy."

Mrs. Müller felt a rush of excitement at Josh's words, the taboo of their teacher-student relationship only adding to the intensity of the moment. With a boldness she never knew she possessed, she reached out and grabbed Josh's hand, pulling it towards her chest.

"Touch me, Josh," she murmured, her eyes locked onto his. "I want you to feel how hard you've made me."

Josh needed no further encouragement, his fingers eagerly caressing Mrs. Müller's stiffened nipples through her bra. She moaned softly, her body arching towards him as he continued to tease her.

"You like that, Mrs. Müller?" Josh asked, his voice filled with satisfaction.

"Yes," Mrs. Müller breathed. "It feels so good."

Josh leaned in, his lips hovering just inches from Mrs. Müller's, their breaths mingling in the charged atmosphere. "I want you, Mrs. Müller," he whispered, his eyes burning with desire. "I want to make you come."

Mrs. Müller gasped, her body writhing with pleasure as Josh's words washed over her. She knew it was wrong, knew that they should stop, but the pleasure was too intense to ignore.

"Please," she begged, her voice thick with need. "Make me come, Josh."

Josh needed no further encouragement, his hands roaming over Mrs. Müller's body as he drove her to the edge of ecstasy. In that moment, all that mattered was the pleasure they were sharing, the taboo of their relationship forgotten in the heat of the moment.

As Josh continued to play with Mrs. Müller's 36F breasts, the classroom was filled with a sense of electrifying energy. The other students watched in awe as the teach-er's face flushed and her breathing became heavier. It was clear that Mrs. Müller was becoming more and more aroused by Josh's touch.

But then, just as things were heating up, the bell rang, signaling the end of the les-son. Josh reluctantly removed his hands from Mrs. Müller's chest and the students groaned in disappointment.

Mrs. Müller took a deep breath and tried to compose herself, but it was clear that she was still feeling the effects of Josh's touch. Lisa, a chesty student, spoke up.

"Mrs. Müller, can we have a lesson next time that's all about breasts?" she asked, her eyes lighting up.

Mrs. Müller blinked, momentarily taken aback. "What do you mean, Lisa?" she asked.

"I mean, like, can you teach us about all the different types of breasts and how they work and stuff? It's really interesting," Lisa explained, her voice eager.

Mrs. Müller hesitated for a moment, then nodded slowly. "I suppose we could do that," she said, still feeling a little flustered. "It's important to understand the anato-my of the human body, after all."

The rest of the class cheered, and Mrs. Müller couldn't help but smile a little at their enthusiasm. It was clear that they were all excited to learn more about the subject.

Mrs. Müller stood at the door of the classroom, watching as the students filed out. As each female student walked past her, she couldn't help but eye their chests. Lisa had already left, but Mrs. Müller knew she would be excited for the next lesson. She smiled to herself as she thought about what she had in store for the class.

"Make sure you all come to the next lesson wearing your prettiest bras," she called out to the students as they left the room. "We're going to have a special lesson on the female breast."

The students looked at each other in surprise, but Mrs. Müller could see the excite-ment in their eyes. She knew that she had piqued their interest.

As the last student left the room, Mrs. Müller locked the door behind her and walked over to her desk. She pulled out a notebook and started writing down the names of the female students and their chest sizes.

"I need to make sure I have a good idea of what we're working with," she muttered to herself as she scribbled down notes.

Just then, the door opened and Josh walked back into the classroom.

"Mrs. Müller, can I talk to you for a minute?" he asked.

Mrs. Müller looked up and saw the serious expression on his face. She put down her notebook and walked over to him.

"What's wrong, Josh?" she asked.

"I just wanted to apologize for what happened earlier," he said. "I shouldn't have done that to you. It was completely inappropriate."

Mrs. Müller could tell that he was sincere in his apology, and she appreciated it.

“No worries Josh. It was all part of the lesson. It perfectly showed, how flirting and dirty talk influence out feelings and bodies.”

Josh felt like an idiot, nodded and left.

Mrs. Müller watched as Josh walked out of the classroom, a mixture of emotions flooding her mind. She couldn't deny that what had just happened had turned her on, but she also knew that it was completely inappropriate. She sighed and turned to face the empty classroom, wondering how she was going to handle the next class.

As she began to gather her things, she heard a knock at the door. She quickly com-posed herself and walked over to answer it, hoping that it wasn't Josh coming back.

To her relief, it was one of her colleagues, Mr. Smith. "Hey, Mrs. Müller," he greeted her with a smile. "Just wanted to check if everything was okay. I heard some... noises coming from your classroom."

Mrs. Müller's cheeks flushed as she realized what he must have heard. "Yes, every-thing is fine," she assured him. "It was just a little... lesson."

Mr. Smith raised an eyebrow. "A lesson?" he repeated, clearly confused.

Mrs. Müller nodded. "Yes. I wanted to teach my students about boundaries and how to handle inappropriate behavior. Josh was just helping me with the demonstration."

Mr. Smith still looked skeptical, but he didn't press the matter further. "Well, if you say so," he said, shaking his head slightly. "I just wanted to make sure everything was under control."

"Thank you, I appreciate it," Mrs. Müller replied with a grateful smile. "I think I have everything under control now. But if you could keep this between us, I would really appreciate it."

"Of course," Mr. Smith agreed with a nod. "You can count on me."