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Chapter 10

“Goddamn, you two,” Tom said. “What a story—what a domineering teacher too. Did you go back the next day?”

Mark nodded. “Yeah, kinda reluctantly, actually. We found out that the second pair of kids, the partners who had to do that other year nine sex-ed class in the fourth period—it was with a different teacher—had a bad time of it. Well, bad for the girl. It happened when the teacher in their class came to the same part where Jones was showing Sarah’s fanny to the class and then mentioned that her hymen would need to be busted.”

Sarah broke in. “Yeah, and that’s when I jumped up off the desk—when I heard that—and said I was done. But during lunch, we ran into that other girl and her partner. She told us that she was a virgin like me and that the teacher in her group didn’t say anything about what he planned to do with them, you know, like Jones had said she wanted the two of us to fuck and that she wanted her class to stick their fingers in my fanny. At least I had lots of forewarning so I could stop her! That girl was crying when she told me what that teacher did to her. When he showed the year nine class her fanny and noticed that she still had her cherry, he just got everyone in his class to queue up and go and feel her; he told them to feel her cherry too—saying that it was a rare opportunity, and whilst they were doing that, he grabbed a dildo from somewhere.

“When those kids were done feeling her fanny, he got between her legs and told her to take a deep breath. She told me that she looked at him, like, why? She didn’t see him holding the dildo so had no warning about what happened next. He just shoved the thing right in, just wham, like that, and she screeched in pain and tried to jump up but he held her down, keeping the thing in her fanny until her bleeding stopped.”

“Oh god,” Lynette exclaimed. “Was she hurt bad?”

Tom broke in, “I think that doing that was actually a rape, you know.”

Sarah nodded vigorously. “Yeah, I’ll tell you more about that in a bit. But let me tell you what that teacher did to her after he did that; he had all the kids parade through, sticking their fingers inside her fanny, you know, feeling for her g-spot and stuff. No one washed their hands either.” Sarah shuddered.

Mark nodded. “It sounded awful. Those two kids had just come from that classroom. She had a wad of paper towels stuffed between her legs ‘cause the fingering made her bleeding start up again. So Sarah took her to the nurse.”

Sarah continued. “The nurse put some stuff on her torn areas and had her wear a belt and pad for the rest of the day. I think the girl was even more humiliated at that ‘cause they didn’t even let her wear panties. She didn’t go back to that class the next day either and we heard she told her parents what happened as soon as she was able to get her mobile to ring them; they came to the school and raised a huge ruckus and the word is that the teacher who did that got suspended. We couldn’t find out anything about what happened after that, though. She’s not in our school anymore.

“Anyway, right after I got done helping that girl, I got my mobile and rang my mum and told her what happened to me and that other girl, that they wanted to break my hymen and make me fuck in front of a class. Mum almost lost the plot at hearing that and told me she’s ringing the school’s governors. Then I marched right down to the Program teacher’s room with Mark and complained to her about what happened to that girl and about how Jones told me that I’d be forced to have my cherry busted like what happened to that girl. Mark told the teacher that we wouldn’t go to that class again unless the head teacher guaranteed that I wouldn’t get hurt in any way!”

Mark grinned. “Sarah was really all set to argue it out, ‘cause that’s when she pulled out the Program book to read out that part about being hurt.”

“Yeah,” Sarah said. “I found the section; it said no intercourse or physical harm could be forced and tearing a hymen is definitely harm. Otherwise it wouldn’t hurt—or bleed! And the teacher thought about it for a few moments and then agreed with me. I made her write out a note for me to give to Jones, too, saying ‘no penetration allowed’ in case Jones wouldn’t change her mind, and Mark told her that unless the Head also sent Jones a note saying the same thing, we would not stay in that classroom with her.”

Mark nodded. “So unlike that other couple, we did go back. Sarah, want to tell about the Tuesday session?”

“Okay,” she said, “yeah, and we were a bit surprised when we arrived ‘cause everyone in the class was just wearing their P.E. kits but with no trainers. And shit, Jones didn’t waste any time getting started, either!”

Jones began the class by welcoming me and Mark. “I know, no penetration today,” she whispered to me and showed me the Head’s note, and I nodded. Then Jones looked up. “Class, yesterday we covered a boy’s and girl’s sexual anatomy and today we’ll be doing sexual response. I want the girls to come up and stand in a row in front of me here and Mark, please stand here, right in front of them. We didn’t get a chance to see a boy’s ejaculation yesterday, so let’s start with that right now. Now Sarah, come jack him off.”

Holding Mark’s cock felt the same as the day before, but I still wasn’t used to doing hand-jobs; this would only be my third time. So I bent down and tentatively wrapped my hand around him and began stroking and shit, his cock jerked and suddenly it was all the way up. So fast! Mark kinda spread his legs a little wider to give me room to reach his balls. I friggin’ love his cock, it’s so smooth and curves upward just right, it’s graceful. Anyway, the head quickly started darkening from the extra blood going to it and I felt it kinda swell. Then the head grew shiny and Mark grunted as a shot of cum spurted out.

It surprised me at how fast it was shooting and I jerked his cock up and the cum flew right out at the girls as they tried to scramble away but Mark let a few more shots go; glob after friggin’ glob of cum shot outta his cock. It was goin’ like a bloomin’ hose, spraying all of the girls. Maybe four of them got cum on their shorts and legs. Fuck, were they wailing at that! You’d think it burnt ‘em or somethin’. Shit, Mark was spent ‘cause he staggered back to lean against the desk. He was flushed and breathing hard. A few last drops of cum oozed out from the tip of his cock as it softened; they fell and went splat on the floor.

Jones looked at the girls who were milling around, hands flapping at their shorts, not knowing what to do.

“Girls, come here,” she commanded. “It’s just semen or cum. You need to learn what a boy’s cum tastes like. Scoop it off your leg or shorts and put it in your mouth.”

They all groaned, “Eeewww!”

“Do it! If you didn’t get any on yourself, get some from Phyllis or Janice.”

Very tentatively and reluctantly, the girls did so, some screwing up their faces at the taste, others looked thoughtful.

“Well. We do have a bunch of messy girls now,” Jones observed. “You can’t wear those spermy shorts, it’ll smear on everything they touch, won’t it, so I want you to take them off—in fact, I want everyone—all of you—get your kits and undies off now. We’ll do the rest of the class with you all starkers.”

There was a howl of “Nooo!” from everyone but Jones looked at them stonily. “Children, remember, you’re all in the Program! If you don’t undress, then you will spend the rest of this week going to ALL of your classes bollocks-naked! Now, no more delay, strip off!”

A tearful group of boys and girls began disrobing and most were soon were standing around, blushing and some teary-eyed. Three—two boys and a girl—didn’t get fully undressed.

Jones looked at them with a hard expression. “No stalling, now! You three, off with your knickers right now!”

Sniffling and blushing, the three kids slowly dropped their knickers and looked like they wanted to shrink into the ground. Several of the boys sported cute little hardons, and a number of the kids, both boys and girls, began furtively checking out their classmates. Four of the girls had small, conical breasts. One girl’s breasts were mostly areola and nipple but the sixth had breasts which were actually slightly larger than mine and most of the other kids looked at her wonderingly. Neither of the two flaccid boys’ cocks were larger than about two inches whilst the two who had rigid erections had less than five inches. The children took in these sights as they tried not to appear like they were even looking.

Jones called them to attention. “Boys and girls, I want you to stand in a row in front of the desk, alternating by sex. We’ll be learning about oral sex now and everyone will do what I say, won’t you. Refuse to take part and you’ll spend the week starkers and worse too. Sarah, please, get on the desk like yesterday.”

I looked at Jones and whispered, “No penetration?” and she nodded. So I slid my arse onto the cold top and leant back down on my elbows.

“Open your legs wide, Sarah, and I want Mark to show what he did for you yesterday. Children, Mark will demonstrate cunnilingus for us, that’s fanny-licking, or just ‘eating out’ or ‘going down,’ on Sarah. Watch carefully now.”

“Ohmygod!” Sarah told the group. “Mark’s got a magic tongue. In about ten seconds flat, he had me gasping. But she didn’t let him get me off. She stopped him just as it was feelin’ real good.”

“That’s enough, Mark. Now class, keep your place in the queue—Scott, you start; come here and each of you will eat out Sarah’s fanny.”

Squeals of dissent rang out... “She pees from there” ... “I’m not a lezzie” ... “That’s filthy” ... “Yukk, I can’t do it...”

“All right,” Jones ordered, looking very cross. “Everyone who refuses, leaves this class now, leaves here still starkers, and goes to the office with a note saying they are to remain bollocks-starkers till Friday. Who is still refusing?” The room was instantly quiet. “Good. Now Scott, begin.”

He approached me bashfully. “Sarah?” He whispered. “I’m scared...”

Awwww, I felt my insides melt. He was so fuckin’ cute, too, all pink and smooth and hairless, with this lovely little dick standing up like a saluting soldier under his cute rounded tummy. His dick was so hard I couldn’t even tell if it was cut or not.

“It’s okay, sweetie. Just lick me right at the top of my slit here. That’s where the girl feels it best.” I put my forefinger on my clit hood to show him, and he tentatively lowered his head and touched me with the tip of his tongue.

“Ahhh,” he murmured, slightly muffled, “this smells sooo... ooohh... sexy!” Then he began lapping.

I squirmed as sparks flew. That was so fuckin’ ace! “Aaahh, Scott, that’s brill!”

He went “Mmmmm...”

Then Jones stopped him. I could kill her! “Next! Janice.”

Janice bent down between my legs. She was the girl whose titties were all puffy nipples. She had no pubic hair but had an awesome bubble butt. She muttered, “I’m NOT a lezzie, Sarah...” as she began licking.

“I know, Janice, this is just the Program... OOHHH! God! Wow!”

Jones called the next kid, a boy, and Janice raised up with a smirk on her face. “Good, huh?”

“Damn right!” I told her.

“The rest of the kids had a go at me and I came twice and was kinda out of it for a minute after they were done, so I didn’t hear what Jones told Mark next.”

Mark nodded. “Yeah, I can continue. After Sarah’s hand-job and seeing those girls licking up my cum, my mind was bloody trashed. All those young girls—hell, they were only a year younger than us—but they looked so—like little kids. What a fuckin’ turn-on, seeing them naked too. I’m not gay or anything, but those boys looked kinda cute too, all smooth and hairless. Anyway, I was as limp as a wet sock. Even after watching Sarah being eaten to two awesome cums. That’s when they finished with her and she was so out of it. Then Jones had them stand in that lineup again. It was funny to see the wet faces on some of them and the boys—that row of boners they were all sportin’—that looked so bloomin’ crazy, all those little boners lined up in a row like that.” He continued.

Jones smiled at the group. “All right now, children, that wasn’t so bad, right? Seems like all of you had fun too, isn’t that so?” All of the boys nodded whilst the girls blushed and tried to look disinterested. “That’s good, because now we get to go to the next level and this will be intense for some of you. Mark? You’re looking pretty floppy. Can you get it up again?”

Everyone, especially the boys, looked worried now.

I could feel some faint stirrings and twitching, but twice in less than a half hour? Well, maybe. So I answered, “Maybe... but not without help.”

Jones grinned. “That’s the plan, actually. You’ll get lots of that. Class, our next topic is called fellatio, or giving a blow-job. There’s no blowing involved—it’s mostly licking and sucking. Ah, welcome to the world, Sarah.” She had just sat up. “We need you to show the children how to give a blow-job.”

Sarah blushed. “I hadn’t done that yet. For that Monday, except for Jones’ class and the relief session in the fourth period where I treated Mark to a hand-job, Mark and I didn’t have much sexual contact with anyone, even for reasonable requests, but we did see people giving blow-jobs for relief sessions the first Program week. So I had a basic idea of what was expected. But I wasn’t terribly enthused at the idea. Actually, I thought it was bloody repugnant. And whilst the girls here had already tasted precum and cum, I hadn’t. So I told her I was completely inexperienced.”

“Miss, I’ve never done that before,” I said, screwing up my face.

“Really? Hmmm... well, it’s not difficult to learn. Surely you’ve seen it done, however?”

“Yes’m. Just twice from across the room. But it’s...”

“It’s a natural expression of sexuality and gives pleasure to both participants. Okay, just kneel in front of Mark and take his penis—remember, class? When it’s floppy like now, it’s a penis? Now lick it, on the head, up and down the sides, like a lollipop or ice cream stick. When you put it in your mouth, watch that you don’t scrape it with your teeth...”

Sarah looked at the group of teens and grinned. “I don’t need to tell you how she talked me through my first attempt at giving a blow-job, I’m sure. But the next part that happened was just wild and you’ll see why.”

Jones finished the lightning b-j course in two minutes and I saw that Mark had a little chubby going; there was a bit of life in there, it seemed.

Mark huffed. “Damn, Sarah, I just blowed my brains out only a few minutes earlier!”

“Well, let’s see if the class can pump him up,” Jones declared and looked at the kids. Now the boys looked distinctly anxious. “Okay, girls, beginning with Susan on the right, I want you to give Mark’s cock a blow-job, doing the things you saw Sarah doing. Each of you will lick it and then suck it. Make sure to use your tongue and remember that the most sensitive part is under the crown. Everyone will get two minutes; then make way for the next one’s turn.”

“Ummm, Miss... He’s not going... to... come, is he?” one girl asked fearfully.

“Hopefully, at some point he will and I want it to be when one of you children is sucking on him. When that happens, I think I’ll give that person extra points for participation. But if I think any of you are slagging off and not being enthusiastic in your work, remember, the nudity penalty for the rest of the week is still an option,” she warned. “Okay, Susan, you’re first. Mark, spread your legs a bit; you’ll be getting some extra help in keeping hard.”

While Susan fearfully began tentatively licking Mark’s cock, Jones whispered in my ear, “Kneel down behind Mark and reach between his legs. I want you to fondle his balls and tickle his bumhole—wet your finger for that—whilst the children are sucking on his cock.”

“Sorry? I’m to what?” I asked.

“You heard me, miss. Fondle his balls and run a wet finger over his bumhole. Now!”

“Damn,” I thought. “Eeewwww, myself. Well, fuck it; who knows what kinda soddin’ reasonable requests I’ll be forced to do this week. Might as well get used to makin’ myself do bloody unpleasant stuff...” So I got into position and reached up, then tickled Mark’s scrotum.

He hissed, “Ssssss...woooo, frikin’ brill, Sarah...”

From what I could see as Mark’s cock slid out of Susan’s mouth, he had some definite plumpness going on now. I wet my pointer finger and poked it between his arse cheeks, feeling for the hole. When I touched it, he shuddered and groaned, so I started diddling it.

“Oompf!” Mark gasped and drove his hips into Susan’s face, making her gag. He was just about fully erect now.

“Susan, time,” Jones called. “Ryan, you’re up!”

All the boys gasped and the girls smirked.

“Oh, no!” he moaned, “I... rather go naked... I think...”

“Have you forgotten the school assemblies for Friday mornings, then?” Jones asked sweetly. “They’ll feature displaying the Program students who’ve had infractions. Not only will children who had infractions get to spend additional time being naked for the following week, those offenders will get to be on display on stage where anyone in the school can come up and grope him or her however they want—excepting no penetrations are allowed. So... are you still refusing?”

“Fuck...” Ryan muttered and slunk to his spot in front of Mark and knelt. He was shaking and his little cock had gone limp.

Mark looked startled. His expression was priceless. He looked like he was thinking, “A bloke? Giving me a b-j? What the fuck?”

“Class, listen,” Jones called. “The Program is supposed to broaden your sexual horizons and experiences. I’m well aware that most boys will never attempt to give a blow-job and believe absolutely, without any doubt, that any boy who does must be queer, a poofter, shirtlifter, gay. These boys grow up to develop homophobic attitudes because they have no experience with knowing what it’s like when one shares sexual pleasure with others of the same sex. What you boys will learn in this class has nothing to do with your being gay, it’s about sharing pleasurable sexual experiences, both for the giver and receiver. If you find that don’t like it, that’s fine. If you do, then you’ve learned something important about yourself that you’d never otherwise learn.”

I saw Ryan staring at Mark’s cock. His own little cock was now completely limp. Mark’s had lost a little stiffness during Jones’ lecture. Jones took hold of it and moved it toward Ryan’s mouth, wiggled it a little, then waited.

“Ryan...” Jones intoned warningly.

He sighed and took the cock, flinching a little, and slowly touched his tongue to it.

“I want a lot more enthusiasm, young man,” Jones said sternly.

He closed his eyes, opened his mouth, and plunged it over Mark’s cock. Then he began to carefully bob his head up and down, trying to touch his lips to the skin as little as he possibly could, whilst he used just two fingers to stroke it. Mark kept getting softer.

“Suck on it, Ryan,” Jones instructed. “Fasten your lips around it. Do to Mark what you’d like to be done to your own little cocklet.”

“Ugh!” Lynette interjected. “I gotta interrupt, Sarah, even though your story is riveting. This teacher, Jones, is really bad news for those young kids. She’s really tearing down their self-esteem by using all those belittling descriptions. ‘Cocklet’ for that Ryan boy? And when you began, you told us how she humiliated you and Mark about your boob and cock sizes? Isn’t all that opposed to what the Program is supposed to do? I heard it was to make kids confident in their bodies, so how does humiliation help them? Jeez, Sarah!”

Mark was nodding while Lynette was talking. “Right. Well said,” he said. “Jones wasn’t the only teacher who did that rot—us and some other kids complained about it. We think someone must have listened to our complaints ‘cause most of the humiliation from teachers began to stop after another week or two.”

“Yeah, it did,” Sarah agreed. “And if you can believe it, Jones wasn’t the worst teacher, either, at the beginning. I told you about the other one, the cherry-buster; apparently he was the worst, what we heard. Some of the P.E. teachers were known for some humiliating rot too. Okay then. Let me tell what came next.”

So Ryan gave in to Jones’ insisting; he sighed and began to suck, running his lips firmly up and down the shaft. His two minutes were soon up and when Jones called time, he gratefully let go and leant back. Mark was only at half-mast now. That BJ and my stroking his balls and arsehole and all that hadn’t done much.

“Come now, Mark, you didn’t find that arousing?” Jones asked him.

“Um, no, Miss. He was enthusiastic enough...” Ryan shot him a grateful look, “...but I guess, I don’t know, maybe I don’t really fancy boys.”

There was some sniggering at that comment.

“All right. You other boys, now I don’t want you to think that you’re gay or that we think it either, but if you want to try to get Mark hard again, then if you do, I’ll credit you with extra participation points. Any takers?”

I was amazed when Scott raised his hand. Cute little Scott.

Two of the girls scowled. “Turn jumper,” one muttered. Hmmm, I thought. They were gaggin’ for a chance on Mark’s cock; interesting.

Jones motioned him forward. He sunk to his knees and took Mark’s cock in his hand, then examined it, looking at it closely, all over. Say, I never mentioned that Mark is cut and the ridge of his crown is very prominent so the end of his cock looks like a helmet. It looks awesome. I love his cock. Anyway, apparently so did Scott, because he began to really make love to it, and I mean LOVE. He worked it in and out of his mouth, sucked and licked it, tongued it all over—even licked Mark’s balls! Then he began wanking him, running a hand up and down the shaft, whilst he kept the crown in his mouth and the way Mark was groaning, I took as read he was tonguing the head. Two minutes passed quick and Scott’s time was called. Mark was rigid and throbbing with his heartbeat.

Jones was grinning. “Scott, brilliant job. Ten points for you. Mark, fancy boys now?”

Mark was trembling. “Shi... umpf... sorry... he was incredible; thanks, Scott, you really knew what you were doing. Miss, I just closed my eyes and went with the sensations. I just forgot that the mouth on my dick had a cock attached to the same body.”

Most kids in the class giggled at that.

Scott looked at Jones shyly. “Miss, I hope you don’t think...”

“Young man, I don’t think anything other than the fact that you did an outstanding job.”

He blushed. “I just did what you said, what I thought would make me feel good. That was the first time ever for me.”

Now a few girls began to look at Scott with awe. When he got back to his spot in the queue, I heard one ask, “You’re ace with your tongue, Scott! Please, ask me for a date!” Another hissed, “Me too!”

Scott’s expression looked like he had won the jackpot. I think he did too. Heh. Cute Scott now had one girl on each side of him, each holding onto an arm, and his cute cock was all stiff and purple and throbbing too while those girls petted it. Meanwhile, without any attention, Mark’s cock had begun flagging, but another girl began working on it and his cock was soon standing straight out again. The girl who was sucking him giggled and made a face, then pulled off; a long thin strand of precum stretched from her lips to his cockhead.

“Cor...” she muttered, “this is the dog’s bollocks,” and the class laughed.

“More than bollocks,” Jones chuckled. “It’s great fun too. Time. Next.”

Soon everyone in the class had gotten a go at Mark’s cock, including the other four boys, none of whom matched Scott’s prowess. They had performed awkward but adequate, if somewhat mechanical jobs, which Mark endured by shutting his eyes and probably tried to replay in his mind what Scott had done.

With the last person, Jones announced, “Mark’s still hard and I’m sure very needy now, right?” Mark nodded urgently. “Sometime during the next round, he’ll cum, but now it’s optional if you want to take part. If he cums in your mouth, then extra points to you. If you swallow his cum, I’ll award more points. And for this part I’ll need three or more children to volunteer. If not, I’ll do a random drawing to get three. And yes, boys are included. Who wants to try?”

Three girls raised their hands and then, after several girls prodded him and whispered in his ear, Scott did too, wearing a sheepish grin. Hmmm, wonder what they told him... Then Jones whispered to me to really give Mark’s dangly bits and arse a workout. Jones took a sheet and wrote numbers one through four on it, tore it in quarters, put the pieces face down on the desk, and slid them around.

“Pick one,” she told them. “That’s the order you’ll go.” Scott got number one.

He did a valiant job and after two minutes, Mark was groaning and shuddering; he was breathing hard and his cock was pulsing. I had been tickling his balls and arsehole too, and I could feel it pull in as Mark pushed his pelvis into Scott’s face. I noticed the kids watching—they seemed lost in their own worlds, masturbating themselves gently as they watched the action taking place in front of them. Then it was Janice’s turn and she picked up where Scott left off, but while vigorous, her sucking wasn’t as inspired as Scott’s. However, Mark was in a bad way now, panting with unfulfilled lust. Then Celeste’s turn came.

She began slowly, not like Janice did, with a frantic sucking action. She did what Scott had done, making love to Mark’s cock, trailing sinuous kisses up and down the shaft’s length as the head turned shiny and the whole organ began to twitch. That’s when she opened her mouth and plunged her head down, gagged slightly, made a gulping, gurgling sound, and her lips came to rest against Mark’s groin, at his cock’s root! She had taken him in all the way! Ohmygod! Then I could hear her tongue working in her mouth and could see her throat muscles clamping.

With a giant roar, Mark erupted, his arse cheeks clenching and pelvis thrusting hard into Celeste’s face as she pulled back to catch a breath and her mouth opened. I saw a jet of cum lance out into her open mouth and she choked slightly, then gulped, as another jet coated her lips and nose. Then she plunged her mouth down on the cock again and, since I was still holding Mark’s balls, I could feel him pulse three more times, delivering more creamy cum into her mouth. Her face looked like she was enraptured—incredible, did she cum from giving a blow-job? Then I noticed that one of her hands was in her crotch and she was fingering herself. Okay... whatever.

Mark slumped back to the desk and I had to twist and scrunch myself out of his way so he wouldn’t trip over me. He was huffing and panting like one of those ancient steam locomotives you see in classic movies. But his cock was still erect! Mostly. Number four was Audrey, who looked hugely disappointed, but Jones pointed to her and then to Mark’s cock. She got the idea and gently began to wash it with her tongue and lips, and was rewarded by several jerky aftershocks as Mark’s cock oozed a small quantity of cum, which she licked up.

Jones looked absolutely delighted. “That was brilliant,” she cheered. “Fifteen points to Celeste. That was a ‘deep-throat’ you did, Celeste. How did you know how to do that?”

“Um, Miss, my big sis has a boyfriend and um... she told me to keep the boys happy, they like cocksucking and the deeper the better. She has this dildo thingie and taught me how and I’ve practiced on it.”

“Well, it certainly showed, my dear. Well done. Now class, for the next part, remember the pairings you all agreed to for this class?”

I guess I looked confused and so did Mark. We had been looking at the class and noticed that they seemed more used to being naked together, a couple of the boys were each holding a girl, gently petting them. Erections were on display; all the boys were again sporting one.

She told us, “For this class, we asked each boy and girl to select someone who they would pair up with to support, kind of like you do in the upper years in the Program.” Turning to them, she continued, “For the rest of the class, we’ll be doing another exploratory activity, one I hope you’ll enjoy and which our lessons yesterday and today prepared you for. Mark and Sarah will help you for this activity by demonstrating. Join your partners, each pair on a mat.” She turned to me and whispered, “Judging by your lack of blow-job experience, I assume you’re not familiar with the soixante-neuf, or sixty-nine foreplay.”

I looked at Mark. “I know what it is.”

“So do I, Miss,” he said. “I saw some kids doing it in the lunchroom last week.”

“So can you demonstrate the position, girl on top?” We looked at each other and the two of us nodded. She turned to the class; everyone was seated on a mat. “Sarah and Mark will join you on a mat; watch how they set themselves.”

We took a vacant mat and Mark got on his back. His willie looked totally out of action; it just flopped off to the side.

“Okay boys, lay down like Mark.” They did, and six erections pointed ceilingward. Jones nodded at me, so I crawled over Mark’s chest, swivelled and stretched a leg over his face, and came to rest with my thighs on each side of his head. Damnit, I felt so bloomin’ exposed!

“Girls, get into the same position, get there however you want.”

There was a faint amount of murmuring, complaining sounds, but Jones had the class pretty much obeying whatever she asked for now.

When everyone was settled, she continued, “This is one of the possible soixante-neuf, or sixty-nine, positions. There’s another where the partners lie on their sides, and you should be able to imagine other creative possibilities, even standing up, can’t you. Think of how the number 69 looks when written out. The partners are face to genitals. Now girls, lean down and suck your partners’ cocks and boys, lick your partners’ fannies. Remember, this is all about learning to please your partner. Make them feel good and they will make you feel good.”

I was surprised not to hear any complaints now, only the moist sounds of licking and slurping, interspersed with sighs and moans and punctuated with little squeals as someone did something unexpected. Mark was lapping at my fanny and it felt wonderful, such a warm and fulfilled sensation that flooded my consciousness. His cock, however, was stone cold dead, and even with my being able to get it totally crammed into my mouth—holy fuck, I’m deep-throating—no, not really—I felt no response at all from it. But Mark licked me to this gentle rolling orgasm that flooded me with caring feelings for the lunk. What a change from when he caught me from falling—was that just a day ago? Crikey!

Then we began to hear the sounds of the youngsters in the room reaching their own orgasms, so we sat up and watched, as most of the girls actually took their partner’s cum in their mouths; only one pulled away and got splashed on her face and neck. A few of the girls must have cum too, but the two who didn’t demanded that their partners finish the job—which they did, with more than a little assistance from the girl. And after Jones summarized what the kids learned—we did too!—she thanked us and sent us off, back to the real world of the normal Program chaos taking place in our classes and halls.

Lynette was red-faced and Tom looked like he had been pole-axed. Lynette sighed, “What a damned crazy story, Sarah! I don’t know how you had the courage to do all that. I would have died...”

“Mark was my rock; he gave me the courage. I guess I can see how having a partner’s support is so important. If I had to do that alone, I would have never made it past the first ten minutes. Since we did those year nine sessions, we’ve seen a lot of regular class Program demos and let me tell you, our sessions with the nines were bloody more intense. Maybe things will change with the Program, though. There’s been stuff in the newspapers about possible changes coming to it...”

“Say, what happened after your mom spoke to the school governor?” Lynette asked.

“All she told me was that the governor seemed angry to hear what had happened,” Sarah told her, “but during the next few days, that’s when we began seeing that the teachers were getting better in treating the Program kids. We think that the governors didn’t know how horrid some teachers were, so maybe Mum’s talking about what happened helped.”

The other teens in the group nodded their agreement at Sarah.

Lynette glanced at Tom and saw that his complexion was looking almost green-gray.

“Hey,” she said, looking at her watch, “Tom and I still have an almost two-hour ride to go! It’s been brill meeting you guys and talking—let’s all keep in touch. Sarah, here’s my mobile; call yours with it so we can share numbers. Then we can all share our news.”

After Lynette got her phone back, she and Tom packed up their ground cloth, waved farewell, and set out.

As they rode off, Lynette called to Tom, “Hey, you okay? You were kinda fading there. Was it panic starting?”

“No, sweetie,” Tom answered, “just started feeling anxious and... um... overwhelmed, I guess, visualizing a whole naked class and those two kids, kids just like us... ah... demonstrating? no, performing? um... like giving a show or something?... doing sex acts with them. Sarah and Mark—they’re kinda just like us, just normal kids. I began seeing you and me in their place, being made to do that... aargh! That’s when I began to get bad feelings.”

“But... you better now?”

“Getting there. Bike riding—the ol’ muscles pumping—helps chase away bad thoughts. And remember, I’m gonna work out with Andrew after we get back; that’ll help too.”

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