Date: Wed, 5 Sep 2007 12:10:49 -0700 (PDT)
From: Sheila Smith <sheilamoist4u@yahoo.com>
Subject: Girl Sex Education Class Part 6

Girl Sex Education Class Part 6

Interlude

Meanwhile, in the junior girls' class....


There was a buzz of excitement in Dragon O'Neill's class when the
ten-year old girls returned from their session with the senior girls.
Whispers, giggles, nudges.
"She put her finger right inside me!" "Mine had the biggest titties you
EVER saw!" "Did you see Miss Keys?!! She was touching herself, you know,
down there!" "Did you come?" "What's that mean?" "Shall we do it
ourselves? You know, like on Saturday sleepover?"
And so it went on, the excitement and the hubbub only subsiding when the
teacher came into the room and clapped her hands.
"That's enough, girls! I want you to know that I disapprove strongly of
the Head's decision to put you with older girls for, er, a biology, er,
lesson. I just hope nothing unpleasant took place."
The little girls sat quiet, their eyes downcast.
"Well, is someone gonig to tell me what you did in that, er, biology
class?"
Silence so complete you could have heard a pin drop. The Dragon looked
angry now, her cheeks reddening, her thin lips pursed even tighter than
usual.
"Well? You, Jessica, tell me what you learned there! All about the birds
and bees, I suppose."
The Dragon hated sex in any form, particularly when it involved, ugh,
men.
Jessica squirmed in her seat. She hadn't the words to describe the
wonderful lesson they had had with the senior girls, all that breast
fondling and sucking and the feel of loving fingers exploring her most
private place.
"Sort of, Miss. We, er, found out about what happens when we get older,
Miss."
The Dragon shrugged her shoulders.
"Very well, don't do it again." It was a stock phrase of  hers,
frequently used when it made no sense, just a way of drawing a line.
"Now, let's get back to Ancient Egypt. Who can tell me what a shaduf
was?"
No chance! Every girl in the class was miles away, reliving the wonderful
moments with the senior girls. Every girl in the class desperate to use
her own fingers to excite her kitty. Every girl planning what she would
do that night when she was safely under the duvet. And, in a few cases,
what they would do together that weekend.....

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Interlude:

Meanwhile, in Mrs Vaugn's office.....

"So, Miranda, how did it go? I know it was something of a gamble putting
the seniors and juniors together. You never know how the little ones will
react."
Miranda paused, not sure how to answer the question. From her point of
view, it had been a roaring success, the senior girls behaving SO
lovingly to the juniors, and the juniors, almost without exception,
responding joyously to the breast fondling and the nipple sucking and the
probing fingers penetrating their little kitties.
"I think it was educationally most adventurous."
The Head grunted.
"! know that, dear! We are pioneers in girls' sex education. What I mean
is, did it go as planned?"
"Oh yes! The senior girls were wonderful! I was so proud of them. They
offered their breasts and nipples to the little ones and helped them to,
erm, latch..."
"Oh good! I always think that breast play is the best way to introduce
young ones to a healthy sex life. And?"
"Sorry?"
"Come on, Miranda! Was that all?"
"Well, not exactly. Most of the senior girls took the opportunity to,
well, to finger the little ones."
"Excellent!" said the Head. And then:
"Finger them how? You mean...."
"Yes! It was SO reassuring to see the juniors responding so
enthusiastically to having an older girl's finger probing...."
"Probing?"
"Well, I didn't observe closely in EVERY case, but it seemed to me that
the senior girls were applying, shall we say?, all that they had learned
about twirl and slide."
"Hmm. Well, I just hope that this will convince the rest of the staff -
AND the Parent-Teachers' Association - that we know what we are doing
when it comes to Sex Education for our girls."
Miranda Keys nodded and left the room, happy that she had done her best,
and that Mrs Vaughn was well pleased with the outcome.

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Meanwhile, in a chintzy sitting room elsewhere in the town, the Chair of
the Parent Teachers' Association, Mrs Nora Wilkins,  and three of her
closest supporters were sipping tea and getting indignant:

"I am appalled by what my daughter tells me about their Sex Education
classes with that Ms Keys. I never did trust that woman."
"Oh? I haven't heard anything bad about her, or her teaching."
"I quizzed my Alison, and, well, she hardly said a word, but I suspect
the worst."
"Worst? In what way?"
More tea was poured, more breath was sucked in, more pregnant silence
deafened the room.
"Never you mind! I am going to have it out with the school at our next
PTA meeting, you can be sure of that!"
The mild-mannered one persisted.
"Wouldn't be perhaps better if we, erm, made an appointment to see the
Head and get better informed first?"
"Pah!"
Biscuits were passed round and cups refilled.
"I think Barbara is right. I think we should see Mrs Vaugn first."
Reluctantly, the Chair realised she was outnumbered and conceded the
point.
"Very well. But the sooner the better. I don't want my daughter learning
all kinds of filth!"

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Meanwhile, in Miranda Keys' class, the girls shuffled impatiently,
wanting to know what else they could learn about good sex.
"Good afternoon, girls."
"Good afternoon, Miss."
"Please strip off. Everything! Don't worry, the door is locked. We will
not be disturbed."
"Everything, miss?" asked Beth incredulously.
"Yes, dear. What's the matter. Are you afraid you will be cold?"
It was a blisteringly hot summer's day, one of four that Britain was to
experience that summer.
"No, Miss, it's just that...."
"Come on, girl, out with it!"
"I've got my period, Miss."
Miranda laughed, a warm silvery friendly laugh.
"Oh, silly! Not important! Now, girls, strip off. And for goodness' sake,
fold your clothes neatly by your chair. We are ladies, after all."
Now, I don't know about you, but I would not be excited if fifteen
middle-aged women stripped off in front of me. But, let's be honest, the
naked bodies of girls of fiteen are to die for. Perfect in every way.
Firm breasts, translucent skin you just want to run your lips over,
pretty pubic fuzz, pure cunt slits framed by pink puffy labia, and
everything else that goes with being what they call "nublile". And
Miranda Keys was not impervious to the beauty that now confronted her.
Fifteen terminally EATABLE teenage girls. Of course, some where sexier
than others, but Miranda was a professional, she gave her love equally to
each one of them, from the incredible Cindy, surely destined to become a
porn star, to poor little Beth, not quite there yet, but still adorable.
"Now, girls, I want you to pair up as usual. Choose a different partner
if you wish. Ah, fifteen! Odd girl out! Who would like to partner me?"
Hands shot up round the classroom.
"You, Winona, you can be my partner."
The Jamaican girl flushed with pride. Miranda Keys simply flushed, a
warmth siffusing through her body from her groin to her toes. . She had
always wanted to taste the dark chocolate.
"Oh, for goodness' sake, girls, don't just sit there in pairs. Cuddle!
This is meant to be about love and sex!"
The couples responded, getting into cuddles. It was an awesome sight.
"Now, let's have a warmup, as if we were athletes!"   Sexual athletes,
she thought. "Please finger each other. Lovingly. Get into the mood,
girls."
She turned to Winona, who was sitting next to her, feeling vulnerable in
her nudity. The girl flinched as her teacher reached out to touch her.
"What's wrong, sweetie?
And then it dawned on Miranda. Immediately she shucked off her blouse and
skirt, slipped off her bra and panties, holdups and shoes, till she was
naked except for her shoes, which she had put on again.
"Is that better, darling?"
She reached out to stroke the Jamaican girl's hair. Immediately, Winona
fell into Miranda's arms.
"There, there! It's all right, sweetie," she crooned.
She looked around, sniffed the air. Ah yes, the familiar aroma of excited
cunts pervaded the room. What a wonderful unforgettable aroman that was!
She inhaled again deeply, fingering Winona's cunt to add more droplets of
cunt-perfume to the mix, and then tapped on her desk.
"My, you girls have become VERY enthusiastic! Which is good! Good. But,
we have more to learn. So, please pay attention."
She waited.
"Cindy! STOP! I know she's gorgeous, but we have work to do!"
"Sorry, Miss," Cindy said, removing the four fingers which she had
managed to work into her partner's quivering vagina.
"Good."
Pause.
"Now, girls, who knows what a dildo is?"
Silence. One hand shot up.
"Yes, Silvia?"
"I know, Miss! My dad's got one!"
Oh my god, thought Miranda.
"I'm not sure..."
"It's a thing he uses to make holes in the ground when he is planting
seedlings, Miss."
The girl glowed with the satisfaction of being the only one in the class
who knew the answer. Miranda sighed. She reached into her desk and took
out a seven-inch pink dildo shaped to resemble a penis, but without the
ridiculous ballsac that stupid manufacturers add.
"It is like this, dear?"
"Not exactly, Miss. I think the one my dad uses has a sort of handle.
It's like T-shaped."
"Very well, dear. What your dad has is a dibber" - what the hell, she
thought, would he want with a dildo? - "This is something a little
different. And for a very different purpose. What purpose? Anyone?"
Fifteen pairs of eyes were fixed on the rubber phallus. Black and shiny,
ribbed and with a bulbous top.
Silence. A whisper here and there. Then a giggle. Then a snigger. A lot
of shuffling of bottoms.
"Is it a cock, Miss?"
Cindy again. That girl! Miranda smiled inwardly. She couldn't be angry.
At least we were getting away from garden implements.
"Well, dear, if it is, I like to think of it as a girlcock."
She turned to the rest of the class, sitting their in pairs, hands
between each other's thighs, naked as the the day they were born. All
eyes were on the dark phallus.
"It is called a dildo, my darlings, but we will call it a girlcock. Or,
if you prefer, a joystick."
She giggled briefly.
"Now, do I need to tell you what its purpose is?"
She looked round at the glittering eyes in the room.
"No, I thought not!"
She took the dildo and slid it between Winona's thighs, pointing its
bublous tip at the girl's cunt, which was already glistening.
"Now, let's be serious for a moment. I know it looks like a "cock", to
quote Cindy, but we don't need men's cocks, do we, girls?"
A chorus of assent.
"Nasty things. Don't last long, make you ill, make you pregnant, and
there is a totally nasty person on the other end of it, right?"
A chorus of assent.
"But, some of us quite like the idea of being penetrated. Personally, I
.......... well, never mind. But for girls who like to feel "filled",
shall we say?, a sex toy  like this is ideal."
She reached back and opened the cupboard behind her.
"Now, girls, if you would like to come to the front and help yourself to
what you find in my little cupboard...."
A rush to the front, girls rooting in the cupboard and returning
triumphantly carrying a variety of dildoes, white, pink, black, long and
thin, short and stubby.
"I am sure I don't need to tell you how to use them, my dears.
Experiment! But do make sure you lubricate them first with your
cuntjuices. On the count of three, BEGIN!"

She looked round with a smile of satisfaction on her face as she watched
the girls thrusting dildoes into each other, filling each other's cunts
but sagely continuing to frot each other's clitties too.  If this course
carried credits, she thought, the GPA of each girl in this class would go
off the Richter Scale! The smell of excited cunt was almost overwhelming
now, and the sighs and moans and little squeals confirmed how much her
girls were enjoying their afternoon Sex Education Class. Reluctantly,
when the bell sounded for the end of afternoon school, Miranda clapped
her hands to signal the end of the class.
"Please, Miss, may we take our dildoes home with us?"
How could she refuse such a sweet request.
"Very well, but remember, they are school property so bring them back
tomorrow."
Which was a very kind gesture on the part of the teacher, but unwise.
That evening, Mrs Nora Wilkins, Chair of the Parent Teachers'
Association,  was horrified to find a dildo in her daughter's back pack.
Her nostrils flared, the way a bull does in a corrida when it is ready to
rip the guts out of the matador. Now she was SURE she was more determined
than ever to have a showdown with the School.

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