Chapter 1: Building Tension
Students began filing in, their eyes wide with curiosity and anticipation. Junko could feel the energy in the room, the palpable excitement that hung in the air like a tangible thing.
She took her place at the front of the room, her eyes scanning the sea of faces before her.
Junko could see the hunger in their eyes, the eagerness to learn, to explore. She knew that she had them in the palm of her hand, and she intended to make the most of it.
"Alright, listen up, you little pervs," she began, her voice sharp and commanding. "Today, we're going to talk about the human body. Specifically, we're going to talk about the parts that make you feel good. The parts that make you want to touch yourself, to fuck, to come."
She could see the shock on some of their faces, the surprise at her bluntness.
But she also saw the excitement, the way their eyes widened and their breaths hitched. They were ready for this, ready to learn, ready to explore.
"Now, who can tell me what this is?" she asked, pointing to the diagram of a vulva on the board. A few hands shot up, but Junko ignored them, her gaze landing on a boy in the front row. He was cute, with shaggy brown hair and bright blue eyes. She could see the bulge in his pants, the evidence of his arousal.
"What's your name, sweetheart?" she asked him, her voice softening slightly.
"T-Tim," he stammered, his cheeks flushing pink.
"Well, Timmy," Junko purred, "can you tell me what this is?" She pointed to the diagram again, her eyes locked onto his.
Tim shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his cock twitching in his pants. "It's...it's a pussy," he finally managed to choke out.
Junko clapped her hands together, a wicked grin spreading across her face.
"Bingo! And guess what, Timmy? Today, we're going to learn all about this beautiful, wonderful part of the female anatomy. We're going to talk about how it feels, how it tastes, and how to make it sing like a fucking opera."
A murmur ran through the class, a mix of excitement and nervousness. Junko could see the anticipation in their eyes, the way they leaned forward in their seats, eager to learn.
"Now, who wants to volunteer to help me demonstrate?" Junko asked, her gaze sweeping over the class.
No one volunteered immediately, so she decided to take matters into her own hands. She walked over to a girl named Emily, who was sitting in the second row, her eyes wide with anticipation. Emily was a petite blonde with small tits and a tight little body that Junko knew would be perfect for demonstrating.
"Emily, darling, would you like to help me out here?" Junko asked, placing a hand on Emily's shoulder. Emily nodded, her cheeks flushing pink. Junko could see the outline of her nipples pressing against her shirt, betraying her excitement.
She reached out and gently pulled Emily to her feet. "Let's get you more comfortable," she said, leading the girl to the front of the room.
Junko turned to the class. "Today, we're going to talk about fingering. It's a great way for women to learn what feels good for them and give themselves some pleasure. But it's also a fantastic way to warm up before other activities."
Junko glanced at Emily and smiled. "But today, we're going to practice on her.
I'll demonstrate, and then you can all watch and learn," Junko said, her voice low and seductive. She opened Emily's legs wider, exposing her pussy to the class. Her hand trailed down Emily's body, her fingers lingering on her stiff nipple, before making its way down to Emily's wet, swollen cunt.
"See how wet she is? This is what we want, ladies and gentlemen. A lady's cunt should always be wet and ready.”
And today, Emily's was soaked.
Junko began to rub Emily's clit, feeling it swell and grow under her fingers. She could see the arousal building in the girl's eyes, and she knew she was ready. She slowly pushed one finger into Emily's tight entrance, causing the girl to gasp and swoon. Junko started to work her finger deeper inside Emily, feeling the warmth and tightness pulsing around her.
"Look at that, class. That's the result of proper fingering," Junko crowed, withdrawing her glistening fingers from Emily's well-fucked pussy, leaving her few students staring in rapt fascination. "Now, I want each and every one of you to partner up and try it for yourself." Some students looked overwhelmed, hesitant, but Junko could see the eager gleam in their eyes too. She smiled, her lips curving around her dark red lips in satisfaction.
"Now, I want each and every one of you to partner up and try it for yourself. Make sure the person you're with is comfortable and ready. And remember, this is about mutual pleasure and exploration."
Junko watched as pairs of bodies shuffled in the aisles of the room. Laughter and whispers filled the air as the students began to explore each other, their hands roaming over each other's bodies. Junko wandered around the classroom, watching the pairs as they learned and discovered each other.
She approached a pair of girls, their backs pressed against the wall.
One of them, a tall, lanky brunette, had her hand up the other's skirt, her fingers moving rhythmically between her legs. The girl being fingered had her head thrown back, her mouth open in a silent moan. Junko could see the wet spot growing larger on the crotch of her panties.
"Mmm, looks like you two are having fun," Junko commented, leaning against the wall next to them. The brunette looked up, her eyes glazed with lust. She didn't stop her movements, instead increasing the speed and pressure of her fingers.
The girl against the wall whimpered, her hips bucking against the brunette's hand. Junko could see the girl's juices coating the brunette's fingers, glistening in the harsh fluorescent lights of the classroom.
"Fuck, that feels so good," the girl against the wall gasped, her breath coming in short, sharp bursts. Junko could see the tension building in her body, the way her muscles tightened and her eyes fluttered closed.
"That's right, baby," Junko cooed, her voice low and encouraging. "Come for us. Show us how good it feels," Junko whispered, her eyes locked onto the girl's face. The brunette picked up the pace, her fingers plunging in and out of the girl's cunt with increasing ferocity. The girl's moans grew louder, filling the classroom with the sound of her pleasure.
"Oh god, oh fuck, I'm gonna come!" she cried, her body convulsing as waves of ecstasy washed over her. Junko could see the brunette's fingers coated in the girl's cum, glistening and slick.
Junko licked her lips. She valued her job too much to taste it but damn if she wasn't tempted. She turned to the girl who had just driven her mate to climax. The student wore an expression of astonishment and satisfaction.
"Well done," Junko murmured. "We have plenty of wet wipes if you want them or...you could use your tongue." Junko winked at her, causing the girl to blush even harder. She glanced at her partner then slowly raised her dripping hand to her mouth, sucking her fingers clean. The sight sent a jolt of electricity straight to Junko's core. She had to remind herself that she was here to teach, not to participate.
She moved on to another pair, a boy and a girl, both of them flushed and breathing heavily. The boy had his hand down the girl's pants, his fingers moving frantically. Junko could hear the wet sounds of the girl's pussy, could smell the musky scent of her arousal.
"Slow down, sweetheart," Junko advised, placing a hand on the boy's shoulder. "You're not racing to the finish line here. This is about exploring, about learning what feels good."
The boy nodded, taking a deep breath and slowing his movements. Junko winked at the girl, who seemed to relax a bit, her eyes drifting shut. The boy's thumb brushed against the girl's clit, his fingers delving deeper into her sodden cunt. Junko could see her twitching, her entire body tensing as she approached orgasm.
She glanced at the rest of the class, who were now watching intently, their eyes wide with wonder and excitement. She gave them a nod, her eyes locked onto the girl's face.
"You're doing great," she murmured, offering a reassuring smile.
The boy continued to caress her, his fingers exploring every wet inch of her sex. Junko watched as he slid two fingers into her cunt, feeling her muscles clench around him.
"Oh my god, oh my god," she moaned, her hips bucking against his hand. Junko could see the boy smirking, enjoying the power he held over the girl's pleasure. She could feel her own body responding, her nipples hardening in her lacy bra but ignored it. That would have to wait.
Junko turned to the rest of the class, her eyes scanning the room. "Alright, everyone, let's take a break. Get some water, stretch your legs. We'll reconvene in ten minutes."
As the students filed out of the room, Junko noticed Tim still sitting in his seat, his eyes fixed on her. She walked over to him, her heels clicking on the tile floor. "You okay there, Timmy?" she asked, her voice soft.
Tim shook his head, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard.
"Not...really," he said quietly. "I've never...er...never…" Tim trailed off, his cheeks flushing a deep shade of red.
Junko raised an eyebrow, a slow smile spreading across her face. "Never what, Timmy? Never seen a girl come before? Or never touched one yourself?"
Tim squirmed in his seat, his eyes darting nervously around the room. "Both," he admitted quietly.
Junko felt a surge of desire at the admission. There was something incredibly sexy about a virgin, especially one as cute and innocent-looking as Tim. She decided to take matters into her own hands.
Junko sat down on the edge of Tim's desk, her skirt riding up to reveal a hint of her thigh. Tim's eyes flicked to her legs, then quickly back up to her face.
"Well, Timmy," she said, her voice low and sultry. "I think it's high time someone taught you the ropes. Would you be willing to let me use you for a demonstration in front of the class when we reconvene?"
Tim nodded eagerly, his eyes wide with anticipation. Junko could see the fear mixed with excitement in his gaze, and it only served to turn her on more.
"Excellent. The students should be returning to their seats any minute now then we'll set about tearing up your v-card. Sound good?" Junko asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Tim nodded, seemingly unable to speak.
Junko strode to the front of the class and sat on her desk, her legs spread provocatively as the students filed back in.
When everyone was seated, Junko said, “Our last session was on female pleasure. Now we’re going to focus on male pleasure. Before we go any farther, if you of you put your penises in any vaginas, you’re out of my class permanently. I’m already stretching the university’s rules to the breaking point, any unintended pregnancies and I’m out on my ass. Got it?”
A chorus of nods and mumbled agreements met her ears. Junko nodded in satisfaction. “Good. Now, I think I’ll start things off but to do that, I need a male assistant. Any volunteers?”
Practically every boy’s hand shot up. Junko made a show of wavering then pointed at Tim. “I think you’ll do. Come on up and introduce yourself. Or don't, all I need is your cock.”
There was a smattering of laughter and applause as Tim made his way to the front of the class.
His face was beet red, but he stood tall, his chest puffed out with a mix of nerves and pride. Junko could see the outline of his erection straining against his jeans, and it made her mouth water.
“Alright, Timmy,” she said, patting the desk beside her. “Why don’t you come sit here?”
Tim did as he was told, his eyes darting nervously around the room. Junko could see the anticipation building in the class, the way they leaned forward in their seats, eager to watch.
“So, Timmy,” Junko began, her voice low and sultry. “What do you know about blowjobs?” Tim gulped audibly, his eyes widening. “Not much, I guess,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.
Junko smirked, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Well, lucky for you, I’m an expert. And I’m going to teach you exactly how to make a girl feel good with your cock in her mouth.”
She leaned back on the desk, her legs spreading wider to give the class a better view. She could feel the cool air against her damp panties, the anticipation building in her core but forced herself to ignore them. This was about Tim and rocking his world.
His cock sprang free, hard and eager, already leaking pre-cum. Junko took a moment to appreciate the sight - thick, veiny, and perfectly proportioned. She couldn't wait to feel it in her mouth.
"First rule of giving head, Timmy," she said, looking up at him with a wicked grin. "Relax. Enjoy it. Don't just stand there like a statue."
She wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft, feeling the heat radiating from his skin. She pumped him slowly, twisting her wrist slightly with each stroke.
Tim's breath hitched, his hips jerking forward involuntarily. Junko chuckled, the sound low and throaty. "That's it, baby. Feel my hand on your cock. Imagine what it's going to feel like when it's my mouth, my tongue, my throat."
Tim groaned, his eyes fluttering closed. Junko could see the struggle on his face, the internal battle between wanting to watch and wanting to lose himself in the sensation. She decided to help him along.
"Open your eyes, Timmy," she commanded, her voice firm yet gentle. "Watch me touch you.
Watch me make you feel good," Junko ordered, her voice husky. Tim's eyes snapped open, locking onto hers. She could see the hunger in his gaze, the desperate need to learn, to experience.
Junko leaned forward, her tongue darting out to lick a bead of pre-cum from the tip of Tim's cock. His hips bucked, a strangled moan escaping his lips. She smiled, her eyes never leaving his, and took the head of his cock into her mouth.
"Fuck," Tim hissed, his hands fisting at his sides.
Junko could see the effort it took for him to hold back, to not grab her hair and fuck her mouth like he so desperately wanted to. She admired his restraint, but she also wanted to push him, to see how far she could take him before he lost control.
She took him deeper, her lips stretching around his thickness, her tongue flattening against the underside of his cock. She could feel the ridge of his head pushing against the back of her throat, and she relaxed her muscles, allowing him to slide in further.
"Jesus Christ, Miss Mochida," Tim groaned, his voice ragged.
Junko could feel his cock throbbing in her mouth, his hips moving in tiny thrusts, fucking her face ever so slightly. She hummed in approval, her eyes locked onto his, and took him even deeper, her nose brushing against his pubic hair.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Tim chanted, his hands finally finding their way into Junko's hair, gripping the short strands tightly. She could feel the sting, the slight pain, and it only served to heighten her own arousal. She could feel her panties growing damp, her clit throbbing with need.
She wanted to touch herself, to relieve the ache between her legs, but she refused to give in. Not yet. Not until she had pushed Tim to the brink and back again.
Junko pulled back, her lips popping off the head of Tim's cock with a wet sound. She looked up at him, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "You taste fucking delicious, Timmy. I could suck you all day."
Tim's chest heaved, his breath coming in ragged gasps.Junko could see the struggle in his eyes, the war between wanting to come and wanting to prolong the pleasure. She smirked, knowing that wasn't his call. The only choice he had was backing out and she seriously doubted he was going to do that.
Junko took Tim's cock into her mouth again, sucking for all she was worth. It was time to go for the kill.
Junko could feel Tim's cock swelling in her mouth, his balls drawing up tight against his body. She knew he was close, and she was going to push him over the edge, to make him come undone in front of the entire class.
She wanted him to remember this moment, to remember the first time he came in a woman's mouth, for the rest of his life.
Junko increased the suction, her cheeks hollowing out as she sucked him hard and fast. Her hand worked in tandem with her mouth, jacking him off in long, tight strokes. She could feel the veins on his cock pulsing against her tongue, his flesh hot and rigid.
"Fuck, Miss Mochida, I'm gonna come," Tim warned, his voice strained. Junko didn't pull back.
Instead, she moaned around his cock, the vibrations sending Tim spiraling over the edge. He gripped her hair tighter, his hips pistoning forward as he fucked her mouth, his cock pulsing streams of hot cum down her throat.
She loved the taste of him, the feel of him pulsing in her mouth, the knowledge that she had brought him to this state of pure, unadulterated bliss. She swallowed every last drop, her eyes locked onto his, daring him to look away.
Tim stared at her, his chest heaving, his eyes wide with shock and awe. Junko could see the realization dawning on him, the understanding that he had just experienced something truly special. She smiled at him, her lips glistening with his cum, and slowly pulled back, releasing his cock with a final, gentle lick.
“Thank you very much, Tim,” Junko said as calmly as what she’d done was no more exciting than watering a begonia. “You may return to your seat.”
She rose to her feet and stepped aside as Tim returned to his desk on shaking legs.
"That, class, was what the male orgasm looks like," Junko said, dabbing at her mouth with a wet wipe. "I have a lot more to say about it but first, any questions? For now, let's focus on the penis and what it does. I'll have a general Q&A after we've covered everything else." Junko paused, letting the silence hang in the air. A girl in the back of the class raised her hand tentatively.
Junko pointed at her. "Yes? Ask away, Lisa."
"I-I-I was wondering," Lisa stammered, her cheeks reddening, "what it tastes like. Male cum, that is."
Junko beamed. "Excellent question. That depends on the man and his diet. Tim's here," she nodded at Tim who blushed furiously but held his head high, "His cum tasted sweet, almost like honey. But some men taste bitter, salty, even metallic. It's all about personal preference, really."
Another hand shot up, this time from a burly girl in the front row. "What about swallowing? Is that mandatory"
Junko raised an eyebrow. "Swallowing is a matter of personal choice, Emily. Some women love it, some hate it. Personally, I enjoy the taste, the feel of it sliding down my throat. But that's just me. If you don't like it, you don't have to swallow.
Just make sure you communicate that with your partner. Consent is key in any sexual activity."
Jake nodded, satisfied with her answer. Junko scanned the room, her eyes landing on a young woman named Sarah, who had been quiet throughout the session. "Sarah, you have a question?"
Sarah hesitated before speaking up, her voice barely above a whisper. "What about...what about when a guy comes inside you? Like, in your vagina?"
Junko smiled warmly, appreciating Sarah's courage to ask such a personal question. "Great question, Sarah.
Coming inside a woman's vagina, often referred to as 'cumming inside' or 'creampie,' is a highly intimate and pleasurable act for many couples. When a man ejaculates inside a woman, his semen fills her vaginal canal, sometimes overflowing and leaking out. This can be messy, but many find it incredibly arousing.
Now, let's address safety. Unprotected sex, especially when a man comes inside a woman, carries risks. Pregnancy is the most obvious, but sexually transmitted infections are also a concern. Condoms are your best friend here. They reduce these risks significantly.
But if you're in a committed relationship, and you trust each other, and you've both been tested, then it can be a beautiful, intimate act. It's all about communication, consent, and respect."
Junko paused, letting the information sink in. Then, she added, "And for those of you who are curious, yes, it feels incredible. The sensation of a man's hot cum filling you up, pulsing inside you, it's indescribable. It's like nothing else. Any other questions? No? Ok, then I'll give you a general overview of the penis and what it does when aroused, especially when it climaxes. Oh, and thanks again for being such a good sport, Tim." Junko winked at him, causing him to blush once more. She turned back to the class.
Junko paused, her eyes scanning the room. "Anyone here who has a penis is welcome to step to the front of the class and take it out so as to provide a visual aid." There was practically a stampeded as the male students rushed to comply. Junko laughed, "Okay, okay, one at a time. Let's start with you, Jake."
Jake, a muscular, tattooed young man, stepped forward, his cock already half-hard and straining against his boxers. Junko motioned for him to remove them, which he did without hesitation, revealing a thick, veiny dick that made several girls in the class gasp despite its flaccidity.
"When at rest, the penis is usually flaccid, soft and small. But when aroused, it changes dramatically. Care to demonstrate for us, Jake?”
“Blood flows into the corpora cavernosa, two chambers of spongy tissue within the penis, causing it to become erect. The glans, or head of the penis, becomes engorged and sensitive. The foreskin, if present, retracts to expose the glans completely.”
"Alright, Jake," Junko said, circling him like a predator. "Let's see what you've got. Stroke it for us.
Show us how you like it," Junko commanded, her voice low and sultry. Jake wrapped his hand around his cock, his grip tight, his strokes long and steady. Junko could see the pre-cum beading at the tip, could smell the musky scent of his arousal.
"That's it, baby," she encouraged, her eyes locked onto his hand. "Faster now. Make yourself come for us."
Jake's strokes quickened, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts. Junko could see the tension building in his body, the way his muscles tightened and his jaw clenched.
She knew he was close, and she wanted to push him over the edge. She unbuttoned her blouse and pulled her bra down, exposing her breasts. Jake's breath caught in his throat at the sight, his stroking increasing in speed until it was a blur. An instant later, he was coming, his cock pulsing streams of hot cum onto the floor. Junko watched, her own body aching with need, as Jake milked every last drop from his cock, his chest heaving.
"Thank you, Jake," Junko said, her voice husky. "You may put your cock away now."
As Jake tucked himself back into his boxers, Junko turned to the class. "Now, I'll explain what happened," she said as she buttoned up her blouse. Most of the boys and several of the girls groaned in protest but Junko ignored them. It wouldn't do for them to be so distracted by her tits that they didn't absorb any of what she had to say.
"When a man reaches climax, his penis goes through several stages. First, the prostate gland releases prostatic fluid, which mixes with sperm to create semen. Then, the muscles at the base of the penis contract, forcing the semen out through the urethra. This happens in waves, with each contraction lasting about a second and occurring every 0.8 seconds. The average male orgasm lasts about 10-15 seconds, though it can vary. Any questions before we move on?"
A hand shot up from the back of the room. It was Mark, a lanky, bespectacled student who had been quietly observing the proceedings. "Yeah, um, Miss Mochida? Can you tell us more about, uh, multiple orgasms? Is that real for guys too?"
Junko smiled, appreciating Mark's curiosity. "Absolutely, Mark. Multiple orgasms are indeed possible for men, though they're less common than for women. It takes practice and control, but it's definitely achievable. The key is not to fully ejaculate during the first orgasm so as to maintain some level of arousal and stimulation. Otherwise you'll be starting from square one."
Junko grinned. "Though starting over can be fun for everyone involved. So, any more questions? No? Great. Now for something I have personal experience with. Female arousal and orgasm." Junko's voice dripped with anticipation as she paced the front of the classroom, her eyes scanning the eager faces of her students. She could feel the energy in the room, the palpable tension that always accompanied discussions of sex. She reveled in it, feeding off the electricity in the air.
"Now, who can tell me what happens when a woman gets aroused?" Junko asked, her gaze landing on a young woman named Lily, who blushed furiously but managed to squeak out an answer.
"Her heart rate increases, and her breathing speeds up?"
"Exactly," Junko confirmed, her voice low and sultry. "And that's just the beginning. When a woman is aroused, her body undergoes a series of physiological changes designed to prepare her for sex. Her nipples harden, her pupils dilate, and her clitoris swells and becomes more sensitive." Then, she said, "But the most significant change occurs in her vagina.
It becomes lubricated, the walls swelling and softening to accommodate penetration. This is called vaginal engorgement, and it's essential for comfortable and enjoyable sex."
A girl in the back of the class, Amelia, raised her hand. “Does the vagina being wet matter if it’s two girls going at it? If there are no guys involved, there won’t be any penises so…"
Junko beamed. "You all are one of the best classes I've taught in ages. So many good questions. The answer is yes, lubrication is still important for lesbian sex, although it can be achieved through fingers, tongues, sex toys or even using products specifically made for lubricants, Amelia. Now, let's move on.
During sexual arousal, a woman's genitals also experience vasocongestion, similar to what happens in a man's penis when it becomes erect. Blood rushes to the walls of the vagina, swelling them and increasing their sensitivity. The clitoris becomes engorged with blood, making it even more sensitive than usual.
This sensitivity leads to pleasurable sensations when touched, rubbed, or sucked, providing a gateway to female orgasm."
Junko paused, letting the words hang in the air before continuing. "And speaking of orgasms, the female orgasm is different from the male orgasm. It doesn't just occur in waves like the male orgasm does. A woman's orgasm is a complex dance of muscles and blood flow. It's not just a localized sensation around the clitoris or in the walls of the vagina.
The entire pelvic region, from the pubic bone to the anus, becomes involved in the orgasmic experience. The muscles of the vagina and the clitoris spasm and contract, causing a tsunami of pleasure to radiate through the woman's body.
And when I say that, I mean it. The female orgasm is intense and powerful. It can't be compared to anything else. It's like a rush of euphoria, pleasure, and even painful at times.
Some women experience squirting, which is the expulsion of fluid from the urethra during intense sexual arousal and orgasm. It's not urine, but a mix of fluids produced by the Skene's glands and the bladder." Junko explained, arousing the imaginations of everyone in the room. A low murmur settled over the students, and she could see that they were getting restless. She smiled.
“I think it’s time for a demonstration. Would any of you like to volunteer? Or would you prefer I handle this one personally?”
Junko asked, looking around the room. A chorus of "Yes, please!" echoed through the classroom.
Junko heaved an exaggerated sigh, a poor attempt indeed to conceal the fact that was exactly what she'd been hoping for.
"Very well, since none of you seem willing to step up, I suppose I'll have to take matters into my own hands."
So saying, she unbuttoned her blouse, casting it to the floor. Her bra followed moments later, revealing her full, round breasts to the hungry eyes of her students. They were already hard and begging for attention but Junko forced herself to ignore them in favor of removing her skirt.
She shimmied out of it, letting it pool at her feet before stepping out of it. She stood before them in nothing but a pair of black lace panties, her body on full display.
"Now, where were we?" she asked, her voice husky. She walked towards the desk at the front of the class, her hips swaying seductively. She sat down on the edge, her legs spread wide, giving them a tantalizing glimpse of what lay between her thighs.
She could see the effect she was having on them, the way their eyes darkened with desire, their breaths coming faster. Junko smirked, loving the power she held over them. Tempting as it was to tease them, her body wasn't having it. She needed release.
Badly. And she wasn't going to wait any longer. Junko hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and slid them down her legs, kicking them off to the side. She was now completely naked, her body exposed to the hungry gazes of her students. She could feel their eyes on her, roving over her curves, taking in every inch of her flesh. It was exhilarating, empowering.
Junko leaned back on the desk, her legs spreading wider, giving them a clear view of her pussy. She was already wet, her folds glistening with her arousal.
She could feel the heat radiating from her core, the ache that demanded to be filled. "Watch closely, class," Junko said as she inserted a finger into
her pussy, her eyes locked onto theirs. "There will be a test later in the week."
Her finger moved in and out, slow at first, then picking up speed as her desperation grew. She added another finger, stretching herself, preparing herself for what was to come. The sound of her wetness filled the room, a symphony of her desire.
"Fuck, Miss Mochida," someone muttered, their voice thick with lust. Junko didn't respond, too lost in her own pleasure. She could feel her orgasm building, the pressure in her core growing unbearable.
"Notice how my body is responding to stimulation," Junko gasped, her fingers pumping faster. "The clit is
the most sensitive part of a woman's anatomy. It's packed with nerve endings, and when it's stimulated, it sends waves of pleasure throughout the body."
She circled her clit with her thumb, her fingers still plunging in and out of her pussy. Her hips bucked off the desk, her breath coming in short, sharp pants. She could feel her orgasm approaching, the tension in her core coiling tighter and tighter.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she chanted, her eyes squeezed shut, her body tensing. And then, with a cry that echoed through the classroom, she came.
Her body convulsed, her pussy clamping down on her fingers as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. A tideway of liquid burst from within her, coating her fingers and splattering onto the desk and floor.
Junko rode out her orgasm, her body writhing, her fingers still buried deep inside her. When the last wave subsided, she opened her eyes, her chest heaving, her skin flushed. She looked at her students, their eyes wide with shock and awe, their mouths agape.
"Any questions?" she asked, her voice hoarse from exertion. Silence hung heavy in the air then a girl, Samantha, tentatively raised her hand. "Can a woman tell when she's about to...squirt? Or is that just something that happens," she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Junko smiled, understanding the question behind the question.
"Well, Samantha, squirting is a bit unpredictable. Some women can control it, others can't. It's not something you can plan or force, but it's also not something you should fear. It's just another expression of your body's pleasure."
Junko stood up, her body still tingling from her orgasm. She put her bra and panties back on, followed by her blouse and skirt. The class groaned in unison but Junko ignored them.
"I think that's enough for today," she said reluctantly. The students' howls of protest were so loud they nearly drowned out the bell.
Junko raised her hands and they quieted themselves. "Now, now, remember our lessons on consent and boundaries. 'No means no' applies here as well."
A few of the students grumbled but they all nodded and began packing up. As the first of them moved towards the door, Junko decided to give them one last treat. "Since you all did so well today, tomorrow we'll delve into anal."
Junko announced, causing a ripple of excitement and nervousness among the students.
"We'll explore the mechanics, the pleasures, and the safety aspects of anal play. And, of course, there will be demonstrations. Make sure you're on time."
Junko's voice was stern, but her eyes sparkled with mischief. The students filed in, their faces a mix of anticipation and apprehension. Junko stood at the front of the class, her arms crossed over her chest, her eyes scanning the room. She was dressed in a simple black dress that hugged her curves in all the right places, her hair cascading down her shoulders in loose waves. She looked every inch the sex goddess she was.
"Alright, class," she began, her voice ringing out clear and strong. "Today, we're going to talk about anal play.
Who here has tried it?" Junko asked, her eyes scanning the room. A few hands hesitantly went up, mostly from the more adventurous students. "Good, good. And who's curious but hasn't taken the plunge yet?" More hands joined the first batch. "Excellent. Today, we're going to demystify anal play, explore its pleasures, and discuss safety."
Junko walked over to a table at the side of the room, where various sex toys were laid out. She picked up a bottle of lube and a medium-sized butt plug.