Jackson Robard: Sex-education class

Joan tried to turn her head away, a tight restrictive feeling digging deep within her belly. She had never imagined what it would be like to watch two people making love, particularly a boy she would have loved to have had fucking her, and she found it affecting her to a degree that she had difficulty in controlling. She could sense the strange, light-fingered quivering up between her thighs building rapidly in strength, and she knew that she was close to losing what little self-restraint she had been able to muster these past few months since Dayton. She closed her eyes tightly, but still the vision of the lovely young boy's cock, wet and glistening, skewering into the moist softness of his bride's vagina raced through her mind. She clenched her eyes still tighter, but could not blot out the lewdly enticing picture she'd been viewing on the screen; and the adolescent couple's soft moans and the wet sucking noises of their intercourse, interspersed with the announced detailed description of what they were doing, drifted across the small classroom to her ears, magnifying the obscene image a thousand times. She was ready to crawl the walls to quench the fire which was now raging uncontrollably through her involuntarily contracting vagina. The sight of the girl in that movie being buffeted by a youthful boy mercilessly fucking into her once-virginal cunt was just too much for the helplessly aroused teacher to take! Something had to give!

Something did!

"Now they will experience orgasm; the final bliss of human copulation…" But the man was drowned out by another sound coming from the loudspeaker, a spiraling cry of climax which erupted from the writhing bride's mouth. She was twisting her head wildly from side to side on the bed as her slender white buttocks began a wild rotation up tight against the thick virile penis which was sunk so deep in her young belly. At the same time, the boy groaned above her and ground down hard inside her vagina, and his long fleshy hardness began to throb out white, milky sperm deep up into her tiny womb. The rich creamy fluid filled her completely, and cascaded out around the moistly stretched lips of her cunt. To Joan's mesmerized eyes, there was a clear view of a tiny white stream of the boy's cum running down the wide-split crevice of her buttocks and down onto the mattress below. The young couple jerked against each other a moment longer, and then lay still…

The screen went blank with flickering white light, leaving the salacious scene – a deflowered young bride and her youthful lover lying together in satiated contentment – imprinted deeply in the minds of the breathless class. The small room was filled with the heated air of their excited breathing which had accompanied the passion-inciting lesson in sex education. No one present had not felt the sensations of lust at that final climax, including the trembling, dry-mouthed teacher herself. Every boy had the front of his trousers bulging with the tell-tale sign of their arousal, and the young girls all had their legs spread as far apart as Joan's had been, their thin white panties moist with the secretions of their movie-induced excitement.

It was with a long sigh of relief that Joan Frazer rose on shaky legs and made her way to the light switch. She had never been so affected sexually by anything, and it frightened her. There was a rustle of clothing being straightened as she flicked the lights on, and she herself smoothed down the front of her dress, feeling shamefully wet up between her thighs. She was at a loss for words for a long moment, and then mercifully the bell rang. "That will be all for this week, class," she said in a voice that sounded even strange to her, opening the door to the corridor. "Next week… next week we have another film."

God… another film like this one? She shuddered at the thought as the boys and girls filed past her and out into the hall. She wasn't sure she could take another one of these erotically stimulating movies, for she was as close to losing her hard-won self control as she had ever been since Dayton, and in another few moments, would herself have been as helpless a victim of passion as the girl had been on the screen. And then what would have happened? Oh God, and then…?

"Gosh!" fifteen year-old Wayne Conroy said behind his teacher. Joan Frazer turned around, startled, not having noticed that the boy hadn't left the classroom along with the others.

She looked at Wayne and, after the headying influence of the movie, was terribly aware of his vibrant young body that was less than a foot away from her. She could almost feel the warmth of his youthful virility pulsating out toward her from the smooth, hairless flesh that was beneath his shirt and pants, and she felt a twinge of hot desire to reach out with her hand and caress the flat curve of his belly down to where it disappeared into his faded blue jeans.

Wayne smiled up at her almost brazenly, and wiped his perspiring forehead with the sleeve of his shirt. "That sure was the wildest sex movie I've ever seen."

"It… its purpose was educational, Wayne," Joan replied as primly as she could, trying to muster her control to hide her inner turmoil. "It… wasn't meant to be anything more than that."

"Aw, I didn't mean it was dirty or anything like that," Wayne said, scuffing the toe of one shoe with embarrassment. "I kinda figure it's all how you look at it."

"That's exactly right," Joan said. She walked over to her desk, swallowing thickly, and kept her eyes steadfastly off the boy as she picked up her books and class records. "Sex… Sex isn't obscene in itself. It can be beautiful or fun or not much of anything at all, but not obscene. The film today showed love-making, not dirt."

"Well, what's all the fuss over porno – pornog…"

"Pornography. It's a matter of definition, I'd say. If a person thinks sex is obscene, then whatever has to do with it is, by definition, pornographic. But if the act of eating was thought to be sinful, and the people in government or the church had the power to force their ways on us, then a picture of your family eating dinner around a table would be pornographic."

"I don't think you'd get my father to go along with that!" Wayne laughed. "He loves eating too much! But then, I guess he likes sex a lot, too."

Joan felt a blush creep slowly up through the skin of her face. "I… I would hope so, if he's a healthy married adult," she said, feeling the conversation was slipping away from her control.

"Naw," Wayne said with a slight sneer. "I mean the old man likes por – pornography. He's got a basement full of the stuff, and…"

"Wayne!" Joan said sharply. "Your father is the leading man in Montock. He's the leader of the fight against sex education, as you well know; and I'm sure that he would be very hurt if he heard you talk about him that way!"

"Aw, so he started the Concerned Parents of PTA Committee to try and stop you; but that don't mean a thing. My ma got him to do it, and she dried up years ago. But he runs the smokers at the American Legion, and when he gets with his dumb friends, they go down into the basement with a load of beer… and I can hear them snickering clear up in my bedroom sometimes. He goes out to Sadie's sometimes, too. You know about Sadie's? She runs that cat-house outside of town, and…"

"That will be quite enough, young man!" Joan interrupted him icily. "Whether your father does or does not, I don't want to hear about it, not in my classroom. What we're trying to teach you in sex education is the adult, healthy attitude toward love and procreation."

Wayne shrugged, as if the vile sound of his words about his father didn't mean a thing one way or another. "Well, suit yourself, Miss Frazer. That's not why I stuck around anyway. I was wondering if… well, if you'd drive me home today."