I was raised out on a ranch in the vast emptiness of Eastern Oregon
where it is a three hour one-way sagebrush-filled trip to high school.
In this desolate area I boarded at the high school for five days a week,
traveling home only on weekends. There were just seven of us there and
our teacher, a deeply religious woman, absolutely refused to teach us
sex education even though mandated by state law.
And so, when I was a sophomore, the district brought in a substitute, a
strict middle-aged woman to teach us. Since parents could, and did,
remove their kids for the one-day class, there were only six of us left
— five girls ranging in age from 14 to 18, and me.
I’ve never been as settled as some of the kids and when this Mrs. Arkin
began showing the slides and talking about penis and vagina well, I
started making jokes. She warned me once, then twice.
“Steven,” she finally said, “I think the best way for you to take part
will be as a model. Get up here!”
I hesitated. What? Get in front and do what, I wondered. She moved to
the corner to get a paddle our regular teacher kept so I knew I better
jump.
“What did I do?”
“You seem to find this all very playful so let’s just play,” said Mrs.
Arkin. “Face the class.” I turned and smirked as the six girls tried to
stifle laughs. Those laughs turned to shocked looks when the teacher
ordered me to remove my shirt.
“You can see, girls, that the boys have no breasts,” she smiled. The
girls laughed.
“Now, Steven, remove your pants.”
“What!”
Smack! The paddle landed on my butt hard and the girl’s mouths dropped
open.
“Now Steven,” she shouted at me. “Now!”
I undid my belt and my pants fell to my ankles. I clumsily removed my
shoes and pants, standing there in front of the girls hoping I wouldn’t
get an erection.
“This bulge, girls, what does this represent?” None of the girl’s dared
speak.
“Well, they don’t seem to know, Steven, so let’s show them, shall we?”
“Oh, please, no, Mrs. Arkin.”
She reached over and pushed my hands away from my crotch, then quickly
jerked my shorts down. I was too shocked to be hard, but put my hands
quickly in front of my soft dick.
“Put your hands on your head.”
I couldn’t move, frozen in shame.
SMACK! The paddle hit me and my hands went to my head. The girl’s eyes
all went to my groin.
“Kathleen, could you come up here please?” Mrs. Arkin said.
Kathleen, 14, walked to the front of the room.
“Now girls, watch what happens when we give Steven here something to
think about. You may touch his penis, Kathleen.”
“No Mam.”
“Fine, Kathleen, then remove your clothing so Steven can get his
education as well.” She slapped the paddle against her hand for
emphasis.
Kathleen began removing her clothing while Mrs. Arkin called on
Suzanne, a tall brunette senior.
Suzanne walked up and touched me and my dick sprang to life, becoming
very hard. The girls giggled and watched.
“Thank you Suzanne,” she said, and the girl returned to her seat.
Kathleen was taking off her panties, holding back tears. She had tiny
nipples on little perky breasts, and a small patch of red hair that
didn’t hide anything from view. My dick was throbbing.
“Steven, kiss Kathleen — here.” She pointed to that little red bush. I
went down on one knee and tasted the sweetest little taste in the world.
But I didn’t just kiss, I licked, which brought another crack from the
teacher.
I stood, and Mrs. Arking instructed the class to watch what happens
when boys go inside girls.
“Stroke yourself,” she ordered. So, as the girls all watched, I began
to masturbate. It didn’t take long. I shot out onto the first desk and
semen spilled onto the floor, while the girls all watched.
Thank you Steven, said Mrs. Arkin. That was very good. You may sit down
— but leave your clothes here. Girls, I want each of you to touch his
penis as he walks back to his seat, take your time, feel it in your
hand.”
First up was Denise, who fingered my balls, then squeezed my shaft
which was already beginning to stiffen again. Next the nerdy Jay put a
finger on it and said ewwww! Karen inspected it closly with both hands
and eyes and it responded by stiffening for her. By the time I reached
my seat I was hard again.
“Oh good,” said Mrs. Arkin. “Come back up Steven.” With that she
brought me up to the front, then proceeded to remove her skirt and
panties. She had a nice black bush with a little slit that was damp
underneath.
“This, girls, is sex.” She put one foot on the chair and then pulled me
over and pushed my dick inside her wet slit. I gasped.
“Come up here girls and watch.” Sliding me in and out she explained
what was happening inside of her, and how pleasant the feeling was.
Her hands went down to her clit and she rubbed herself, then exploded
into an orgasm. She knew I was coming next, pulled me out, then rubbed
me until I came a second time, in front of the class.
Well, after that class my life in boarding school was changed forever.
The girls were no longer like “sisters” to me, they came in every night,
with one or the other wanting to screw. It was sex education at it’s
finest.