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Kelly rushed in the door to her health class just as the bell was ringing. She would have been on time, but Heather and her gang had cornered her in the emptying hallway to reclaim the panties they had stuffed inside her on the bus.
“You’ll want to be rid of these before your next class,” Heather said knowingly as she reached between Kelly’s legs. Kelly dutifully spread her legs and stifled a moan when Heather’s fingers brushed her clit as she gathered the soaked panties.
“Good girl, they’re absolutely soaked in your juices,” Heather said appreciatively, dangling the panties on her finger for Kelly to see. Kelly could smell her need on them, and flushed with embarrassment. “We’d better get to class, you definitely don’t want to be late for this one,” Heather said, reaching under her skirt to adjust Kelly’s panties back over her mound.
“We?”, Kelly squeaked out. Her one relief during the day was in class; Heather was a year ahead of her and rarely attended class anyway.
“Oh yes, we,” Heather said lowly, “we are combining health classes today- girls and boys, upper and junior years, for a special demonstration,” she said with a wink.
Heather and her gang headed into the classroom while Kelly stood in the hallway with an empty pussy and a sense of dread. She knew that Heather had been selling her panties every day to the upper year boys; she knew because they kept groping her and whistling at her in the hallway between classes.
Her dread was tempered by the distracting feeling of her empty pussy. She had grown used to feeling so full with her panties inside her all day that she was now distracted at how empty she felt. She was vaguely considering going to the washroom so that she could stuff the panties she was currently wearing inside her, but her thoughts were interrupted by the bell. Kelly took a deep breath and walked into the class.
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“Kelly, just in time,” Mrs A. said as Kelly slunk to her seat. She could already feel the eyes of all the boys in class on her, and could hear their murmurs. She wondered if Heather had sold her panties yet, and if the buyer was in the classroom.
“No no, no need to sit down, Kelly. Come to the front of the class, please,” Mrs. A. said kindly. Kelly was confused, but respected authority enough to do as she was told. Kelly stood expectantly at the front of the class, feeling herself blush. “That’s it, good girl. Don’t be shy,” she said casually.
“Now class, Kelly has kindly volunteered to help with today’s demonstration,” Mrs. A. said. “I want to thank Heather for the idea to do this, and for arranging Kelly as the volunteer,” she continued. Kelly could feel building panic inside her as her situation became clear, but found herself rooted to the spot. Surely her teacher wouldn’t go along with whatever game Heather was playing.
“Heather brought up a very good point that women aren’t centered enough in research, and in education. As a result, both men and women know little about female anatomy, body chemistry, and reflexes. This shows up especially in the dating world, and in women’s health later in life,” the teacher explained matter of factly. Kelly looked at her shoes, cringing as the teacher outlined her predicament.
“We are going to try to stop the cycle, and educate all of you on the female body. Kelly will be our model, and I will use her to provide some real-life context. This is an experiential learning school, so there will of course be some opportunities for participation from the class.”
At this, Kelly thought she heard some whoops and cheers, but her ears were ringing too much for them to really register.
“Now class, that’s enough. This is for educational purposes only, and you will all respect that Kelly is submitting her body to us today for everyone to use.” Mrs. A. beamed at Kelly, true appreciation spanning her features. Kelly was in shock.
“Okay, Kelly, let’s get started then. Please take your clothes off, including your undergarments,” Mrs. A. directed.
Kelly was frozen in place. She heard her teacher’s instructions, but couldn’t believe what she was being asked. She kept waiting to wake up from a nightmare, but her nightmare continued on, much as it had all week. She finally looked up at her peers, all fervently waiting for her to strip. Heather sat at the back of the class with Kelly’s tormentors, looking smug and aroused.
“Don’t be shy, Kelly, we are all going to get a lot more acquainted with you in the next few hours,” Mrs. A. encouraged. She began unbuttoning Kelly’s uniform blouse. Kelly stood submissively as her teacher pulled the shirt down over her shoulders, exposing her purple lace bra to her classmates.
Her teacher then bent down and hooked her fingers in the waistband of Kelly’s skirt, pulling it down and putting her matching purple panties on display. Kelly said a silent and ironic thank you to the universe for ensuring Heather pulled the panties out of her pussy before class.
“Now class, take a look at Kelly’s bra and panties. These are very traditional for women to wear, with the bra clasp at the back,” she explained. She turned Kelly around so that her back was to the class, illustrating the cut of her panties (cheeky), and the back clasp of her bra.
“It can take a bit of practice to get this kind of bra undone, but it’s really quite simple,” Mrs. A. explained. “Would someone like to try?”
Before Kelly registered her latest humiliation, Heather’s now familiar hands were at her back. “You are going to be so humiliated,” Heather whispered so that only Kelly could hear as she expertly unclasped her bra. “There is already a bidding war for your panties with every single boy in this room- make sure to put on a good show,” she leered. Heather took Kelly’s bra off, spinning her around so that the entire class could see her breasts.
“Great work, Heather, thank you,” Mrs. A. praised. “Now, while you’re up will you please go get the equipment for the demonstration? Class, Heather’s parents were kind enough to donate some state of the art equipment to aid in today’s demonstration.”
Heather and a couple of her gang went to the back of the classroom, wheeling up a bunch of items. Kelly recognized a gynecological chair, the stirrups off to the sides with unmistakable straps attached. Heather busied herself setting up a camera, while her friend ensured that the feed broadcasted to the two projector screens in the room. Mrs. A. prepared a tray of various implements off to the side.
Kelly stood impotently as her humiliation and torture devices were readied. She could feel her nipples hardening from the anxiety, and crossed her arms over her chest to limit her exposure.
“Now, Kelly, there’s no need to cover yourself. Please show the class your breasts,” Mrs. A. chided. She came to Kelly’s side, gently but firmly placing her arms back at her sides. Mrs. A. cupped each of her breasts, showing the class their weight and softness. She pulled at her nipples, remarking at how nipples can be stimulated for pleasure and pain. The latter point was made with a pinch on Kelly’s nipple that resulted in a surprised scream.
“Nipples can be stimulated using hands, but some women prefer the softness of a tongue. Kelly’s nipples are clearly very responsive and sensitive, and I think would respond well to a tongue. Would anyone like to try?”
Kelly grimaced as every hand in the class shot up. “Now, now, settle down everyone. You will all get a chance to participate, but I will save the bulk of the participation for later in the lesson. Adam, please come to the front of the class- you can demonstrate tongue stimulation on the nipple,” Mrs. A. instructed.
Kelly instantly recognized the upper year boy who had bought her first set of panties after the washroom incident. He listened attentively as Mrs. A. stood behind Kelly, reaching around to cup both of her breasts. She held them up as an offering, and Adam lightly teased Kelly’s nipple with his tongue.
Kelly shivered involuntarily, to Mrs. A’s delight. “Ah, yes- nice work Adam, keep licking. Light pressure, keep your tongue soft. Kelly is getting really aroused, you can tell as both of her nipples are hard as pebbles,” she said enthusiastically.
Adam licked around and around both of her nipples as her teacher continued to cup her breasts. He nipped her with his teeth at her teacher’s suggestion, and Kelly let out a moan. Finally, Mrs. A instructed Adam to suckle each nipple, reminding the class that breasts were not just for decoration, but also involved in reproduction and sustaining life.
When Adam was finally dismissed, he returned to his seat with a noticeable bulge in his pants.
“Okay, splendid,” Mrs. A. said as she turned her attention to the setup that Heather and her friends had constructed. “Kelly, please remove your panties,” she instructed.
Kelly did so robotically, her whole body shaking from both arousal and humiliation. She handed her panties to her teacher and climbed into the chair.
“Good girl, now Heather is going to strap Kelly’s arms and legs to the chair,” Mrs. A. said while examining Kelly’s panties. “We need to make sure that she stays still so that the camera gets the right angle, especially during stimulation,” she explained.
She raised Kelly’s purple lace panties to her nose, inhaling deeply. “Adam did such great work arousing Kelly with the nipple stimulation,” she breathed, “that you can smell her arousal in her panties. You’ll notice that they are wet in the crotch area. This is Kelly’s arousal, getting her vagina ready for penetration. I am going to pass these around- please feel free to touch, smell, and taste them,” Mrs. A. said.
“Free advertising,” Heather laughed into Kelly’s ear as she strapped her arms and legs to the chair. Kelly’s legs were spread open and secured, her torso seated upright enough that she could see the camera, projection screen, and so that the class could continue to gawk at her breasts- and so that she could see them sniffing her panties as they passed them around.
“That’s perfect, thank you Heather,” Mrs. A. said as she adjusted the camera on Kelly’s pussy. The entire class could see her mound, the light pubic hair glistening with her arousal. Over the next fifteen minutes (Kelly focused her every sense on the clock, trying to separate herself from her humiliation and count down the minutes until class was over), Mrs. A. gave the class a full anatomy lesson of the female pubic area.
She put on medical exam gloves, prodding Kelly’s lips to show the class how they protect her inner bits. She highlighted Kelly’s wetness leaking outside of her, and then gently separated them to show the class Kelly’s clit and vagina. Mrs. A. pulled Kelly’s clit hood up to fully expose her, explaining that the clit has an incredibly high number of nerve endings, and is a key source of female pleasure. She illustrated this with a few gentle swipes of her thumb over the area, causing Kelly to shiver against her restraints.
She then moved down to Kelly’s hole, further illustrating her vaginal secretions as preparation for taking a cock. Mrs. A. inserted a speculum inside her, opening her up wide enough for the class to see her cervix. She demonstrated how pap tests work, discussed how eggs are fertilised by sperm, the role of the uterus and cervix, and the mechanics of sex. She then illustrated how the vaginal walls stretch to take a cock and birth a baby- even inserting various items into her stretched hole to demonstrate its size. Kelly watched her teacher rifle through her purse to get a pen, hairbrush, and granola bar to put inside her pussy.
“Does anyone have something a bit larger, or something they want to try before we move on? Cylinder shaped works best, but as long as there are no sharp edges and any food items are wrapped it should be okay,” she asked the class.
Kelly didn’t even look to see the hands pop up; she just watched on the screen as about five of her classmates tried putting various items in her widened pussy. She saw a banana, a peach, a deodorant stick, and even a water bottle enter her before the speculum was finally removed. The last of her classmates up front demonstrated a tampon insertion on her.
“Okay, now that we have covered the anatomy and the reproductive uses of the female body, we are going to end the class discussing pleasure. While the vaginal tissue is very stretchy, it’s also very sensitive. When things are inserted and moved correctly, they can stimulate the G spot, and cause a woman immense pleasure- even an orgasm,” she said casually as she coated a dildo in lube.
“Not all women can cum from G-spot stimulation, so it’s also important to pay attention to the clit. Every woman is different; it’s important to listen to your partner, and take cues from them- it might take some experimenting to see what works with each individual.”
“I will need two volunteers to hold Kelly’s pussy lips open so that everyone can see properly,” she asked the class. She chose a boy and a girl who Kelly recognized from her grade, and set them up on either side of her. Mrs. A separated her lips, instructing each student to hold them open so that the class had a full view of Kelly’s clit and hole.
“Okay, now I am going to insert the dildo into Kelly’s vagina, and begin moving it in and out. This emulates sex, and will start making Kelly very wet. It’s important to alternate between soft, slow strokes like this, and then escalate to harder thrusts to see what your partner likes,” Mrs. A. demonstrated, slowly moving the dildo out of Kelly’s exposed hole.
Kelly moaned at the relief of being filled again, which encouraged Mrs. A. “That’s it, good girl, let it feel good,” she cooed. She picked up the pace with the dildo, explaining to the class how Kelly’s nipples and clit were hardening in arousal.
She delegated the dildo thrusting to one of the students holding Kelly’s lips open, setting a slow and deliberate pace to minimize Kelly’s squirming while keeping her aroused. Mrs. A then turned her and her classmates’ attention to her clit. She rubbed her slowly at first, showing her classmates how to dip into her wetness to keep the clit slippery. She showed them how it hardens at stimulation, keeping the hood up to show how the lightest of touch creates immediate arousal. She prodded Kelly’s pussy to show that the clit runs deep, and that it can be stimulated in multiple ways.
“Now for the experiential part of the lesson. Each of you will get a chance to rub Kelly’s clit, and see how different stimulation creates a reaction in her,” Mrs. A instructed. “Each of you will get a full minute to explore her clit, and try different pressures and speeds. Kelly will refrain from cumming so that everyone gets a chance,” she said matter of factly. “To help with this, we are going to clamp Kelly’s nipples- she can focus on the pain instead of the pleasure, which will help her control her orgasm.”
Mrs. A. took two clothespins off of her counter, affixing each to a nipple. Kelly moaned in pain as they pinched her sensitive skin, but no one in the class seemed to care- they were all focused on her clit.
Her classmates all lined up, focused on the projector as each person took their turn. Mrs. A. helped each student find the clit and feel it out, and then coached them on trying slow, soft touches, and then applying more pressure and speed. She encouraged them to spit on it for more lubrication, and occasionally directed the students holding Kelly’s lips open to trade off on the dildo work, or increase the speed.
Kelly remained tied to the table, fully exposed, her nipples and clit both throbbing in different ways. She moaned freely as the dildo moved in and out of her, and as her classmates openly molested her. She was edged over and over, each classmate getting her closer to orgasm and then stopping, just in time for the next person to start. She rode wave after wave of almosts until she started crying in frustration.
Mrs. A. began stroking her hair, whispering platitudes. “That’s it, good girl- you need to take it Kelly, you can’t cum. If you cum you will fail this class. Good girl, let them touch you- you’re almost done. Just a few more and you can cum, okay? You are doing so well, just keep taking it.”
Kelly focused on her teacher’s soothing voice and the pain in her nipples, trying to ignore each classmate between her legs. She could see her swollen clit on the projector, glistening with her own arousal and her classmates’ spit. Mrs. A. let each student taste Kelly at the end of their minute, and then they went back to their seat to watch the show.
Heather was the last student to rub Kelly. Her fingers were familiar, almost comforting after all of the strangers. She rubbed Kelly just how she liked, and Kelly almost forgot how humiliated she had been- and that Heather was the cause.
“That’s it, Heather- keep going. You seem to know exactly what Kelly likes,” Mrs. A. coached. “Okay class, Kelly is about to have an orgasm. All of the work you have done on her clit and with the dildo has built up a considerable amount of tension and pleasure. An orgasm will be her release. You can see that she is sweating, and you can hear the wetness in her pussy. She is constantly squirming and moaning, almost like she isn’t conscious of her surroundings. Once a woman gets to this stage, you know she’s ready to cum- all you have to do is find the right pressure and speed to rub her clit- usually a little harder and faster than usual, and repeat the exact motion until she cums.”
Heather found her pace, spitting on Kelly’s clit before rubbing her fingers back and forth over it with expert precision. “That’s it, cum for me Kelly, show everyone what a good girl you are,” Heather challenged.
“You can do it Kelly, you’ve earned it- show us how you cum,” Mrs. A encouraged.
Kelly screamed, her pleasure and humiliation exploding in unexpected harmony as Heather threw her over the edge. Kelly’s orgasm was an earthquake, swallowing her whole.
Read more about Kelly and her bad luck here.
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