Health 101: Crimson Reborn XIII

Lucy’s heels clacked along the empty hallway. She trailed her fingers over the metal lockers of Pershing High like she had fifteen years ago. Fifteen years before she would become the Crimson Lady. Her picture still hung on the wall in a graduation composite somewhere. Glancing in the empty classrooms, she had to remind herself why the building was so hollow. Her tricks could even fool herself if she didn’t focus.

Malcolm crawled behind her on all fours. She didn’t tell him to, but he seemed to enjoy it. Malcolm went to his job as the school principal one day to come home and find his son, Nick, balls deep in his wife while his stepdaughter fed Nick her titty milk. The corrupted women pounced on Malcolm, but when Lucy offered to release his soul from the conflict of morality, he refused. Lucy left him to consider the choice for a weekend while she turned her attention elsewhere. When she came back to him, he still held a shred of strange resilience, despite drinking gallons of Aly and Helen’s milk while watching his son pump the two harlots full of more cum than Malcolm had made in his whole life. It left him a little insane. Perhaps that’s why he enjoyed being submissive, as a way of coping with the tattered remains of his humanity.

“What is soul, Malcolm?” Lucy asked as she stepped into a classroom. “You know it when you see it, I guess. Can you even remember what your job was? Hell, what do you do when you come to work anyway?”

“Mostly masturbate in the car, mistress,” he answered, head facing down. “I take Aly’s milk. In bottles. I drink it and use it to cover my cock. Nothing changes. No changes for Malcolm. Have to stay good.”

Lucy eyed him. “I do admire you, you insane little pervert. To want what I have so much and still try to remain for your students. It’s impressive, but as you can see, there aren’t very many students left.”

“Some,” he murmured. “Some you will take. The others…I can’t remember the others…”

“No, no one can. Unfinished souls thrown back into the cosmic roulette. Reality abhors a vacuum, after all.” She began pushing desks off to the side while Malcolm watched. “As my reality asserts itself, it cannot take unfinished souls. But those unfinished souls can’t exist in a void. So reality corrects. Isn’t that amazing? All over the world, new people pop into existence and not a soul notices. They believe that person has always existed. Makes you wonder about your whole life, really. Maybe you and I started out somewhere completely different, but a thing like me comes along and causes the whole of existence to make way. It’s like Dawn on Buffy.”

“I don’t understand, mistress,” he whimpered.

“Television show. They randomly added a character in one of the later seasons, going on to eventually explain her as being inserted into reality by monks or a god or something. Who knew that of all things would be accurate? Or maybe it isn’t. Maybe that’s how my own mind conceptualizes what I’ve done, rewritten backward into my memory so that I don’t snap.” She turned to look at him, “You should have offered more philosophy classes.”

“The state sets the curriculum, mistress.”

“Always passing the buck,” she said. “How many are left?”

“Eight, only eight,” Malcolm answered looking at the room full of desks, books, papers, and chalk. “There were more…but gone. Eight left. Eight, and Malcolm can be free.”

“Yeah, bud,” Lucy said. “Eight and you can go wild with Aly’s milk straight from the tap. You know, without having to be tied down with Alice’s spiked heel on your nuts. Somehow I think you might still want that part, too.”

“Yes, mistress,” he answered.

“This room will do,” Lucy said. She snapped her fingers and all but the eight desks she arranged vanished in a puff of crimson glitter. “Been working on that one,” she grinned. “Now, let’s go back. It’s a school night after all.”

Katherine looked around at the other students. She knew them all, of course, as it was a small school, but she’d never seen them all in one class. Bryson spent his time in study halls, resting up for whatever big game would happen within the week. Nicole and Mason took art electives and rarely mixed with each other let alone the rest of the school. Claire and BreeAnn weren’t an unusual addition to one of Katherine’s classes, but usually not both at once. Claire wasn’t the brightest after all, and BreeAnn was AP track like Dylan, who sat beside her. Most out of place of all was Blake, who started by dragging his desk further from all the others. Katherine didn’t even think he was still enrolled.

“Didn’t there used to be more of us?” Claire said, as though it were the most profound thought to ever enter her mind.

All the others looked around and shrugged. “What do you mean?” Dylan asked.

“Like, if this is a special health class for the seniors, shouldn’t there be more than eight of us?”

Katherine did think the school had a lot of lockers for only eight students. “You’re being silly, Claire,” she said. “Who else would there be?”

Claire opened her mouth to object, but the thoughts slipped away. Instead, she leaned closer to Katherine, “So what’s going on with you and Bryson, anyway? Dating again?”

“No,” Katherine hissed. They were all sitting too close together for any real privacy. Bryson even looked over his shoulder. “We’re done,” she said, in whisper. “I mean, look at him. He’s actually wearing that letterman jacket. It’s like 90 degrees outside.”

“You’re wearing your cheerleading outfit, though?” Claire said, the confusion returning to her face.

Katherine blushed. She’d laid out a completely new outfit that morning, but some idea whispered in her head to dress with more school spirit. Looking around at the others, she noticed they’d dressed like characters in an 80’s movie.

Claire had on a designer pastel dress that matched her eyes. She wore pearl earrings and a diamond stud around her neck. Everything exuded wealth in a way Katherine couldn’t quite explain. Nicole’s skirt rode higher than school code allowed, showing off a good bit of her pale flesh contrasted between the black, fishnet stockings and boots. As usual, she’d slathered on the black eyeliner and lipstick to accentuate the black t-shirt with a skull on it that struggled to keep those big knockers in check. BreeAnn wore the school uniform, even though seniors were exempt. Katherine seemed to think the uniform was supposed to be jeans or a jean skirt and the school polo. Instead, BreeAnn had on a knee length plaid skirt with a white, button up blouse. It might have looked sexy on any of the other girls, but BreeAnn’s flat chest and narrow hips made her look bookish if not boyish. The knotted up curls and wide rimmed glasses didn’t help.

The guys looked a little less like cartoon characters. Bryson did have on his jacket and a pair of overly tight jeans. Mason wore a pair of tight slacks held up with suspenders over a blue, short sleeved button up. Katherine would have considered him cute except for the bow tie and his overt homosexuality. Dylan dressed nicely, if plainly in a checked blue shirt with white pants. He’d always been gangly and awkward, but the outfit showed off his broad if not athletic physique quite well, while contrasting nicely with his dark skin. Blake looked like a drug dealer in his beanie and surplus store clothes, but Katherine figured it was because he was a drug dealer.

“It’s a little weird,” she murmured.

“What’s weird?” Bryson said, finally nosing into their conversation.

“How everyone’s dressed,” Claire answered, blabbing as usual.

Bryson looked down at his clothes. “Coach told me to wear it. Coach…uh…you know, Coach.” He repeated the word until he smiled again.

Dylan didn’t let him get out of it, “Coach what, Bryson? Can you remember the name of your football coach? When’s the big game you keep talking about?” Bryson scowled and turned back to face the front. “He can’t actually remember,” Dylan said. “Keeps talking about the big game until I remind him there’s no such thing. We all keep forgetting stuff.”

“How’dya mean?” BreeAnn asked, scooting her desk closer to the others. “Is it like how I keep forgetting whether or not I’m actually in school? I sat down to do homework the other night. I was positive I had some from history class, but when I looked for my bookbag, I couldn’t find it. I couldn’t find anything. No history books, no notebooks, no nothing.”

“Dylan’s not better than me,” Bryson said over his shoulder. “He keeps saying he has to graduate and give the valedictorian speech, but can’t name the college he’s going to.”

Dylan looked away sheepishly. “Yeah, he’s right. I can almost see it, but then it…it sort of flickers away. And I start thinking about…”

“Licking pussy?” Nicole asked, smacking her gum with no expression. “I’m guessing it would translate to your hetero-normative brain like that. Fuckin’ bitches, lickin pussy. That sort of stuff. Cause when my brain flickers, it’s about getting railed by the biggest, veiniest dick I can find.”

“Shit, Nicole,” Mason said. “Nasty girl.” He sat up primly and leaned to the front edge of his desk. “So it’s been happening to all of us? I was going to be in a play this summer. I’m sure I was. Now I’m not sure summer is ever going to get here or end or…whatever. And when I think about it too hard then, well, you heard Nicole.”

They all murmured agreement to the idea while Katherine tried to picture her own future plans. They were right. She couldn’t think of any. Nor could she remember how she got to where she was. She knew she had a whole history behind her of classes, friends, teachers, and cheerleading, but when she tried to pull out a memory, she instead wound up thinking about the day she and Bryson went under the bleachers after his practice. He’d been sweaty and gross, but she wanted to do it before someone else did it for him. She remembered the taste of sweat on his cock and the groans he made while pulling her hair. It made her pussy wet to think about it. How hard would the boys get if they knew she was soaking her panties while thinking about blowing a guy — it didn’t matter which one, even Mason if he could get it up for a girl.

Their low conversation stopped as the door to the classroom opened. Principal King walked in, smiling and cheerful. Behind him came two twenty-somethings carrying trays. “Good morning, students,” Principal King said. “As you can see, we’re having a special meeting this morning for the seniors. I’ve asked an honored guest to come and give you some pointers about health.”

“Mr. King, we already took health,” Dylan said. “Didn’t we?”

“Of course, but this is a special health class. Don’t worry, we’ve got snacks to keep you interested.” He nodded at the two people, an attractive couple in white and black waiter’s outfits. They removed the metal coverings to show off platters of cakes, cookies, and other treats. Another man walked in, a big brutish fellow who a few of the seniors recognized as Humphrey, the cook at the local bar. He carried four massive pitchers of milk in each hand like a Oktoberfest waitress. He placed them down on the table and shuffled out. The two younger people followed, snickering to themselves. “Ah, and now, allow me to present your instructor for the day. Mistre—uh, Miss Lucy.”

A woman walked in wearing a flowing red dress that swished with her steps. Every boy and most of the girls suddenly shifted with rapt attention as they watched the biggest, most luscious pair of breasts they’d ever seen sway as the woman moved. The rest of the class remained preoccupied with how, even in the loose fitted dress, they could easily see the shape of her ass and hips. She moved behind the desk, clasping her hands together as she surveyed the milk and treats. “Excellent, thank you, Malcolm. Now then, are you all sitting comfortably? Let’s begin.”

Lucy smiled every time she handed one of the class a glass of milk. BreeAnn took hers with a quiet thank you. It made the mousy girl feel funny to look at someone so casually beautiful, but BreeAnn could barely look away. It wasn’t only the woman’s breasts or ass or lips — all of which demanded attention in a way BreeAnn didn’t precisely understand — but her whole being seemed to radiate a warmth that held anyone’s attention. BreeAnn certainly saw all the boys devouring the woman with their eyes. Even the weird kid, Blake. They looked at Lucy in the way BreeAnn always wanted them to look at her. If only she had big fat tits and a plump soft ass, they probably would.

“Now then, you all have a nice glass of milk,” Lucy said. “When you get a question right, you can have any one of the treats up here to go with it. These have all been baked specially for you with only the best ingredients. The milk, too, is from a local dairy so be sure to drink up and enjoy. Today, we’re going to talk about sex.”

The boys snickered, but BreeAnn blushed, too. Pershing High didn’t normally talk about sex. Sure, the health course she was obligated to take mentioned childbirth and menstruation and other things, but no one dared talk about actually fucking. They even passed around a promise oath form one day. BreeAnn signed it, she thought. She couldn’t remember why. Nervous, she sipped the milk. Cold, sweet, and unlike anything she’d ever tasted, it rolled over her tongue and caused small flutters when it reached her stomach.

“Settle down, everyone. Sex is a natural part of life, not something to be whispered about in dirty jokes. It’s something to be celebrated, a wonderful, fulfilling part of being human…or thereabouts. Let’s start with the absolute basics. What are these?”

Jaws dropped around the room. Lucy pulled down her dress, letting the biggest breasts any of them had ever seen spill into view. The giggling stopped as the impact of the moment landed on them. This seems strange, BreeAnn thought. Isn’t it strange? A teacher having her breasts out for the class to look at? Such beautifully shaped, pale breasts with puffed nipples which look a little wet.

Dylan gave her thoughts voice, “Uh, Lucy? You said to call you that?” The woman nodded, continuing to wriggled the dress down to her hips. “Well, Lucy, is it appropriate for you to take off your dress in front of us?”

“Of course, how else can I properly instruct you?” Lucy’s hands came up and hefted her breasts up as she turned to the side. “Now, these are one of the major sexual features. What do we call them? Yes, in the white shirt. What’s your name?”

BreeAnn realized her hand had raised. She pulled it down meekly as the others turned to look at her. “BreeAnn, ma’am.”

“Alright, BreeAnn, what are these called?” Lucy squeezed her breasts, lightly rubbing the nipples with her fingertips.

“Breasts.”

“Very good. Come get a treat.” Mortified to have drawn attention to herself, she slinked up to the table, keeping her eyes on the mountains of flesh. She grabbed a cookie as Lucy squeezed a small drop of milk out of her nipple. Only BreeAnn saw it. Lucy winked at her, and she scuttled back to her desk. “Now, breasts are a good start, but it’s a little clinical. What else do we call these? You, front row. Bryson? What would you call these big, luscious…”

Bryson’s cheeks turned violent red. “Tits!”

“Correct! Here, have a cupcake.”

Bryson took the cake, chomping off a huge bite while trying not to look directly at Lucy. The food tasted amazing. Amazing enough to actually keep his attention. He followed the first bite with another and another, swallowing the whole treat in only a few seconds. It cloyed in his throat, motivating him to drink down half the glass of milk. As he did, he imagined draining it out of the gorgeous woman’s tits. Tits. She let me call them tits.

“Other words for breasts? Boobs. Jugs, sometimes. On very big women or women giving milk, you might call them udders or teats or dugs. Some girls have big ones. Some girls have small. Some have big round nipples that barely stick out all. Other women have long, thick nipples which beg to be sucked on. Looks like we have a variety of tits in the room today. Some nice round ones. A pair of big fat titties. And some A’s which probably still have room to grow.”

Holy. Fucking. Shit. This lady is calling out these girls. Nicole does have big fat titties though. Not as big as Lucy’s, but still. I wouldn’t give up the chance to stick my dick between them. God that fucking cupcake was good. He no longer bothered to look discrete while staring at his temporary teacher’s chest.

“Girls, would you like to show us your tits?”

The four girls exchanged nervous looks, but BreeAnn immediately took off her shirt. The guys gawked at her as she took off a small, plain bra, dropping it on the floor beside her desk. She crossed her hands on the desktop as if she’d just done the most normal thing ever. Bryson looked at the small mounds on her chest, wondering how come he’d never really paid attention to her before. Tits are tits. I bet she’d have appreciated the attention more. They look fun to play with.

“No worries, when you feel comfortable, you can join BreeAnn and myself. I can say that it feels freeing, doesn’t it BreeAnn?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Now, the breasts aren’t only a sexual feature, they have a very practical purpose which I mentioned earlier. Who remembers what I said? What do breasts do other than give us something fun to play with while fucking?”

The word “fucking” jarred in Bryson’s head. Are teachers supposed to curse? I don’t think I’ve ever heard one say ‘fucking’ before. God I’d love to fuck Ms. Lucy. Or BreeAnn. Or anything. My cock is fucking stiff as a rock. Wait. “Milk!” he blurted out. “Titties give us milk.”

“Very good, Bryson. You get another cupcake.” Lucy leaned forward across the desk, letting her wonderful tits swing out from her body, hanging perfectly before the front row like a pair of fat, milky udders. Bryson took the cupcake and shoveled it into his mouth, feeling his cock throb in time with his chewing. He drained the rest of his milk and held out the glass for more. Lucy obliged him with a long, slow pour while everyone else watched in a half stupor.

“We get delicious, creamy, wonderful milk from tits. Sometimes, women who have particularly milky breasts will lactate as a form of sexual expression. So their partners can drain their titties while they fuck like rutting animals. Doesn’t that sound fun? But we’re getting ahead of ourselves. Anyone else need a refill?

Claire sipped the milk. Lucy’s breasts swung with the slightest movement, giving Claire tingles in her core. She always liked looking at other girls, but she found the magnificent breasts distracting at the moment. What she really wanted to look at was the rest of Lucy’s trim body. BreeAnn had taken off her shirt and shown her scrawny little frame. Claire knew what Katherine looked like under her uniform, too, having seen her change a few times. The cheerleader had a flat, athletic tummy and toned hips. The only girl who really resembled Claire was Nicole, but that wacko goth enjoyed a pleasant smoothness to her curves which Claire lacked. Nicole didn’t struggle to dress like Claire did. No matter how much she spent on clothes, Claire always found they stuck to the bits of her she never wanted anyone to see. Lucy certainly didn’t have that problem. The woman poured out of the dress inch by inch. Claire didn’t think anyone else noticed it rolling down her side little by little, showing off more of the impossible body, more of the wide hips, and more of the thick backside.

“Breasts aren’t the only sexual aspect of our bodies, are they?” Lucy continued. “You, young lady, Claire, I think? What are some other parts of the body which we consider sexual?”

Claire looked around as though Lucy might have mistaken someone else as her. “Uh, the hips and ass?”

“Very good, have a cookie,” Lucy said, moving around the room while holding the tray. Her hips swayed from side to side as she walked. She got back to the front of the room, put down the tray, and tugged the sides of her dress. The class all collectively held their breath as the soft material rolled over her hips and down her backside. Wide, perfect cheeks came into view. A red, lace thong covered her asshole, but little else as it trailed down to hide her pussy. She bent slightly forward, giving everyone the chance to leer at the wobbling orbs of assflesh. Clarie’s heart thumped with excitement as she stared at the mound between Lucy’s legs. She’d never seen another girl’s pussy before and realized while staring at her new health teacher’s covered lips that she very much wanted to.

Something’s not right. Our teacher is almost naked. Is that supposed to happen? All the boys have their hands under their desks, rubbing their pricks through their pants. BreeAnn is touching her nipples and rubbing her breasts. I bet that feels good. But they’ll laugh at me if I take off my top.

No one will laugh, answered a sing song voice in the back of Claire’s head.

Worried, but resolved, she pulled off her top. Her medium size breasts shifted in the small bra while the slight rolls of baby fat pooled around her midsection, even when she tried to sit up straight. Lucy smiled at her and winked. It gave Claire more confidence as she unhooked her bra and let it fall away. The open air did feel nice on her small breasts. She took them into her palms, rubbing them slightly and enjoying the pulse in her core grow.

“Wonderful,” Lucy said. “Claire has joined the free titty group. Except, we’re getting a little one sided, aren’t we. Boys, you don’t really need shirts at all, do you?”

Without needing further prompt, the four guys pulled off their clothes, throwing them away as quickly as they could to be the first chest Lucy could see. Claire enjoyed them, too. Bryson’s broad muscular back, Dylan’s swimmer’s body, Mason’s compact, lean frame, and even Blake’s poorly tattooed, scrawny chest — all of them helped Claire’s simmering arousal grow. The boys looked at her with the same vicious, hungry eyes as they did Lucy. They wanted her, she knew.

“Now,” Lucy said. “We’ve talked about secondary female characteristics mostly. Let’s not discount a nice firm butt on a man, of course, but what sort of features a secondary sexual characters of men?”

“Muscles,” BreeAnn said, earning another treat.

“Chest hair,” Mason said, joining the conversation. None of the boys had much in the way of chest hair, but Mason seemed to like the idea of it. He took the offered pastry with a happy smile.

“Very good, everyone. We’ve covered the majority of the secondary features, all the fun ones, of course. But we naturally have to talk about the main sexual features. The genitals.”

She moved back around to the opposite side of the desk. Her little games were going well. The boys were one careful swish of her tits away from emptying their balls in their shorts. Two of the girls already stripped to the waist. The skinny one kept openly rubbing her nipples. Lucy could sense their arousals growing to a fever pitch. They all guzzled down her milk in big gulps while shoveling the sweets in their mouths. The boys seethed with horny desire, their cocks painfully pressing against their confining clothes. The girls all sat in their juices, shifting uncomfortably as their need to be filled or licked or sucked grew.

“Cock and pussy. Dick and cunt. These are the words you use to describe your genitals, isn’t that right?” They all nodded in agreement. The little voices telling them to be good and prim and proper quieted by the second. “You there, in the back, Blake. Explain how fucking works.”

The tattoo chested young man leered with a slack jaw. “The boy puts his cock in the girl’s cunt. Then he sticks it in and out a bunch of times until he cums.”

Lucy smiled, walked over to Blake and gave him a large muffin stuffed full of her special cream. “Quite right, but that’s obviously not the only way. Who can think of some others? Mason?”

“In the ass,” he said. “For gay sex. Guess some straight people do it that way, too.”

“Very good. In the ass, or anal, is irrespective of sexual orientation. Everyone loves things in their ass.” She gave him another cookie. He gobbled it down in two big bites. Lucy turned her eyes to the cheerleader and goth. “Katherine, Nicole what other ways can you fuck?”

“Sucking cock,” Katherine said, the words looking foreign coming out of the mouth of the all-American girl.

“Titty fucking?” Nicole said. As if the idea occurred to her for the first time, she pulled off her shirt. Lucy smiled at the piles of pliant flesh. Nicole wouldn’t need much changing to become a fucktoy. Her massive boobs hung off her chest with dark, fat nipples waiting to give corrupted milk.

Maybe the farm for her. A goth cow. I’m sure Caleb would appreciate it. The cheerleader? She has that lovely stained innocence that makes her good demon fodder for Oliver and Alice to play with. The students kept eating and drinking as Lucy sized them up. Something new perhaps. Her eyes looked at the school mascot and smiled. “All correct answers. But we’ve started running before we should walk. We first need to talk about masturbation.” She cleared a spot on the head desk, hopped up on it, and spread her legs.

The pussies he’d seen in porn didn’t do the real thing justice. Dylan gawked at his teacher’s slit along with the other seven students. Clear fluid oozed out, soaking the lips. Lucy moved her hand down between her thighs, letting her fingers dance lightly along her pussy. They came away glistening with her arousal, and Dylan felt lightheaded.

“For girls, it can be a little more involved of a process,” Lucy said. “Society might have taught you that you need a fat cock shoved inside you to derive any pleasure at all from your pussy. That’s simply not true. While having a throbbing dick in you can bring its own joys, most of the time, you’ll want to rub your clit against something. The clit, as you can see, is right here.” She pulled her pussy lips open. Dylan suppressed the urge to leap between her legs and worship her.

“This tiny nub is the gateway to the most tremendous pleasure you can ever experience. Go ahead girls, find yours and give it a little rub.”

Dylan’s neck almost snapped as he turned around to watch the girls in the room stand up beside their desks. He didn’t know which to watch as they each undressed. Katherine and BreeAnn pulled their underwear off while leaving their skirts on, giving the boys a small flash of their lower lips. Dylan saw BreeAnn’s brown pubic hair as her fingers explored upward from her thighs. Nicole took off her skirt, but left on her underwear, a wide pair of bright pink boy briefs that contrasted wildly with her otherwise black themed style. Claire was the only one to get fully naked. She sat back down first, legs not stretched out wide like Lucy, but wide enough to let her hand moved comfortably between them.

The girls all sat back down while the guys made no effort to hide their stares. Dylan remained fixed on BreeAnn. Something about seeing her skirt bunched up around her naked waist got him harder than even looking at Lucy’s opened cunt. He and BreeAnn studied together a few times. He’d always wondered what kind of girl she was under her frumpy outfits. As he watched her hand moving under the skirt, he knew.

“Some of you will naturally feel the urge to insert your fingers into your pussy. That often helps address the empty feeling. Other physical aids can address it as well. Dildos. If you have a similar ache for something in your ass, a butt plug is a fun toy to have. Of course, there’s never really a perfect substitute for a hard, fat cock stretching your walls as you feel it inch closer and closer to coating your insides with thick gouts of cream.”

Dylan turned back to look at her. Lucy’s own fingers delicately moved in and out of her pussy in a slow rhythm as her hips ground against the desktop. Something wild and desperate threatened to take over his mind. He was top of the class. He had a future in front of him. Thoughts clawed their way around the inside of his skull. This is insane! They’re all playing with themselves right at their desks. Claire’s pussy juices are oozing over the side of her seat. Katherine is grunting like some kind of fucking animal. They’re not supposed to be doing that. We’re not supposed to be watching. Everything is wrong or this is a dream. In a second, I’ll wake up in my bed with all this behind me.

No, Dylan. It’s not a dream. Lucy’s voice, a singing melody of wondrous music. Isn’t it time you stopped working so hard? You never even asked BreeAnn to show you her tiny little tits. She wanted to, you know. This isn’t the first time she’s thought about you while touching herself. BreeAnn had a lot of little toys she shoved up inside of her while pretending they were your thick, black cock. Interesting isn’t it? She never really cared about what dicks looked like. She found them silly looking, like little mushroom people. But not a black cock. Black cocks were things to be worship, to be dragged across her face, to be coated in her juices while erupting on her chest. Funny thing, how attraction works. She’s got four cocks to choose from in this room. She can sense all the cock I can offer her as one of my wanton sluts. Yet she wants yours the most.

“Lucy, this is hardly fair,” BreeAnn said, snapping everyone from their lustful thoughts. “You’ve gone over girl masturbation, and we’re all working hard on our assignment, but the boys don’t have to do anything.”

Lucy smiled, crossing her legs. Wasn’t she wearing a dress at some point? “You’re absolutely right. Let’s talk about male masturbation.”

All the tits and pussies around him interested Mason more than he thought they should. He didn’t think he wanted to put his dick in any of them, but the scent of sex got him hard anyway. He also had the luck of getting to look at Dylan and Bryson shirtless. He’d gotten to see the latter plenty at various sporting events and, really, any other chance Bryson got to strip. Seeing Dylan was new though. He wasn’t as muscular, but still lean in a different way. It looked like he had arms which could wrap around Mason and give a proper, equal hug. Bryson was a big lug who would swallow him up in those thick arms.

“We’ll begin by getting out your cocks. Don’t be shy.”

Mason’s mouth went dry. Somehow he didn’t think the group masturbation would expand to include the guys. Behind him, Blake already rose to his feet. The tattoos didn’t do much for Blake, but seeing another guy undress always did. The grungy shorts dropped down and a respectable cock sprang out before Blake returned to his seat. Mason’s mouth hung slack, as did the girls. Not to be outdone, Dylan and Bryson stood up and stripped. As they bent to step out of their shorts, Mason got a full view of their tones asses and the balls hanging down between their legs. He grunted involuntarily as they turned to the side. They both had good, thick dicks, each roughly average in size. Dylan’s still had a foreskin and might have been a smidge longer. Mason was so stunned by seeing his first three cocks all at once, he forgot that he too was supposed to strip.

“Mason,” Bryson said, “it’s not fair if you don’t do it, too.”

Nicole kicked his chair with her black boots while rubbing herself through her panties. “C’mon, show ‘em what you’re packing.”

Mason bit his lower lip. The whole room looked at him as though he were late to show and tell. Lucy watched with keen, understanding eyes which urged him to nigh unholy thoughts. He stood up, pulled down his shorts, and waited for everyone’s reaction.

“Holy fucking cock,” Claire said, not bothering to suppress a moan.

Mason gripped his dick at the base, stroking it slowly down to its oozing tip. Eight inches. He slid back into his seat, surprised to find the desktop further away. All the guys did the same, enjoying the changed desks that allowed their cocks to stick straight up. He wondered if the other guys felt weird about him having the biggest dick, but quickly realized they didn’t care. Their eyes all fixed on Lucy at the front of the class. The mesmerizing tits held Mason’s attention as well, though he wished the waiter guy would come back and give this part of the lesson.

“The male technique is simple and straightforward,” Lucy said. “You grip the cock by the shaft. Where you place your grip is preferential. Some men enjoy a tighter grip three quarters up. Other men take a slightly looser but fuller grip of the lower half. Some men enjoy touching their testicles while they jerk off. Others flat out want their prostate stimulated. For this you can use certain toys or a partner’s tongue. It’s wise when jerking off to use some lubricant. Luckily when strongly stimulated, the cock will produce precum which quickly covers the head and shaft. Things can get a little gooey, of course, but that’s part of the fun. Try it with me now. Up and down.”

Mason followed Lucy’s instructions, moving his hand up his cock and down it. The other guys did, too. After being leered at for their half of the perverse lesson, the girls made up the ground by nearly drooling over the cocks straining against the air. Mason’s own dick pulsed in his hand as he imagined any of the three guys behind him, thrusting into his ass while his bigger cock flopped between his legs. As he imagined it, he heard a strange voice in his head. Do you know who Kinsey was, Mason? A sex researcher who came up with an innovative idea that sexuality wasn’t binary, but a scale. Every woman wanted another woman’s tongue in her pussy, and every man wanted another man’s dick in his mouth or ass. It was only a matter of how much of that desire a person had. Gay men had a lot. Straight men had a little. But it goes the other way, too. A lesbian, in the throes of eating out her lover, can be stimulated by a man’s cock sliding into her cunt. A straight man can be enthused about a hot mouth wrapped around his cock, even if another, bigger cock waits between the owner of the mouth’s legs. In my world, the scale is fluid enough that a man with the bravado of a high school quarterback might find himself with a mouth watering for the biggest dick in the room.

A low moan oozed out of Mason’s mouth as he stroked in the rhythm of the song in his head. His nostrils flared as precum gushed from the tip of his dick. He didn’t want to be the first to cum.

“Very good, all of you. I think we’re all going to be getting an A for masturbation. We only have one step left, the climax.” Lucy grinned as she slid between the rows of throbbing cocks and aching pussies. The souls of the young men and women danced on the head of a pin for her, ripe and ready to be harvested into her dominion. All she had to do was ask. With little nudging, they all stripped down and played with themselves brazenly in front of one another. Lucy didn’t weave a grand illusion or plant insidious thoughts in their heads. More than anyone she’d taken yet, all of them wanted to be freed from a society which told them sex was taboo. They needed the smallest push.

“As you near the point of completion, often thoughts and emotions will simplify. The focus on a partner might be broad and inclusive of many parts and features during foreplay and early masturbation, but as you near the moment of cumming, it isn’t uncommon to pick one feature and focus on it more than others. For some, that might be the unique throb of a cock in hand. For others, it might be the idea of a certain dick sliding into your ass. Or even the idea of a man’s seed finding its way to a womb. Whatever the idea, it will grab hold of your thoughts and drive you over the edge into a full burst of pleasure. Now, why don’t we share some? Dylan?”

The young, black man looked on the verge of madness as his cock gushed precum. “BreeAnn’s hairy pussy…my dick sliding against it, cumming on it, my cum splattering in her bush — ungh.” He erupted, thick gouts of cream spraying up onto the desk and back onto his stomach.

“Katherine?”

“My ass being stretched by a cock too big for me to take.” She squealed, pussy clamping down on her invading fingers as her whole body shook.

“Mason?”

“Bryson’s cock emptying in my ass while my own dick squirts onto the bedsheets,” he grunted, squeezing his balls as his cum sprayed out, splashing on Nicole’s shoulder.

“Claire?”

“Cum. Gallons of it. Splashing on my face and tits and ass. Men groaning and jerking their cocks. Them bumping their shoulders together as they try to get a good spot to dump their load on me.”

“Blake?”

“Milk, gushing out of tits bigger than my head, spraying everywhere while I fuck and fuck— ahgn!”

All around the room, the students came. The girls wriggled and squealed. The guys clutched their desks as their cocks pumped out the biggest load of their lives. Lucy enjoyed the sensation of their trembling souls, eager for the next round to begin. “Excellent. Let’s get cleaned up, and we’ll begin lesson two.”