Sex Ed with consequences (Rick_S & ChrisGabriel

Oak Valley High is public school, but caters to an upper class neighborhood neighborhood and as such rates fairly high in almost every statistic used to assess the quality of educational facilities. It's a modern structure where the architect made ample use of windows to provide faculty staff and students with plenty of natural light. The campus itself features a large parking lot in from of the school and green as well as sports facilities in the back.

All in all the faculty is home to a few hundred students with enough staff to provide for all their educational needs. It's a nice place and not one where anyone would expect to have to deal with the poverty and shady activities commonly associated with inner city public schools. That doesn't mean though all students are always impeccably behaved. Take Kenneth and his croon use for example. Sure, he is more sophisticated than your common thug and better groomed than some usual street rabble, but other than that he is as bad as they come.

Teaching a class he is on can be a nightmare for an educator as half the kids rather don't get on his and his goons bad side while the rest of the boys and some of the girls are almost as bad as he is. What's exactly that got him thrown out of his last school. Now he gets to reconnect with his friends at a new place. Kenneth didn't really mind having to switch schools anyway. This one is closer to home, within walking distance really and what constitutes security is less tight. First order of business seems to be going over sexual education. It's probably the one class he is going to be there for on time.

However, while the subject matter is of interest to him, he is mostly so eager to be there early because he is curious who is going to teach. So, now he sits there, leaned back in his chair with his legs crossed on the desk and asses the room; other than him there are fourteen more students, all of them male and a good half of them male. Please, let whoever holds the lecture be a woman. He cannot help but smirk at the thought and already part of him plans to make things rather uncomfortable for whoever will enter.

He is lucky, or his wishes are heard, as the brunette who steps in and is obviously an educator, is a woman. Shoulder length hair, smile lines, even if her lips is now closed and looking thin as her eyes take in the class. She bought a basket covered with a tarp, the material just like her dress. A dark, female suit, the skirt ends just below her knees, showing off that she is in high heels.

But she is older. Not the promising young teacher, but almost like the headmistress - if the de facto leader of the school was not a man, as every one of the delinquents already met him. Maybe she is a teacher, or someone's mom...

"Good day, boys, I am Mrs. Smith. This lecture and discussion is about sex." she waits for the snickers and outright laugh to abate, only looking sternly at the ones speaking in the background. "Do come to the front, , please, and share with the class what you know about the topic. I want to know what you all think to know about the subject."

Secretly she is partially afraid, but also thrilled to be there, in front of the boys, as this part should have been done by a male educator, but he got sick.

"No? Then please be quiet, and hear me out as I go through the facts what you high-schoolers would need. First and foremost, some biology..."

She tries to go through the changes happening in the womb that makes someone male or female, then start on what happens at puberty, clearly trying to give some basic that should be already known, or in some people's case, sounded uninteresting. But then she starts on the workings of the sexual organs, and it includes talk about penises and vaginas, and all the names of them the students can come up with. Wanting to include the class, Mrs. Smith gets more friendly, and she starts to gesturing... Obviously she wants to share her knowledge, and help these boys to a better understanding, and to give facts and numbers instead of any exaggerated porn ideas they have...

It was wishful thinking. Kenneth never would have dreamed of them indeed sending a woman in here. The bigger is his surprise when Mrs. Smith enters. She is old enough to be a teacher, but unless other faculty staff she does not reprimand him for having his feet on the desk. It's not the first thing he notices, her curves are. So, his shoes come down to the floor all by itself, but only because changing his positioning is necessary for him to better watch her ass as she walks past.

He is one of the students sitting in the back, but he isn't talking. That is mostly because he is too busy by still staring at the nude of her legs. It is only when she calls upon those students that he realizes what opportunity he missed. He would have had some thoughts on the subject. However, when the woman then begins to lay out the facts of the matter and takes a scientific approach to the topic of sex and intercourse his mind begins to wander again.

There are fifteen students. I wonder, if she'd get raped right now how many of them would have the guts to take her too and how many would just gawk and jerk off. I am sure though everyone in here has thought about it already though. Irvin - a half Asian kid he knows from his old school sits in the front row, he'd definitely participate. Doyle, Bryan and the rest of his cronies probably would as well. The rest, the ones he doesn't know, he can't tell. Rick drums his fingers on the desk, listening to the general huff and puff of a school at morning and gives himself to fantasies about how sweet it would be if the distressed groans of the sex ed counselor would be part of those sounds. He comes to realize right then how he doesn't care the woman is old enough to be his mother, she nevertheless arouses him.

It's only when she starts to try lighten the atmosphere again by openly talking about vaginas and penises that she regains his attention. "Actually, I'd have a question." Rick raises his voice, making it carry for the teacher to easily hear. He doesn't give a damn he actually wasn't called upon though and simply continues to talk, if need be over her. "Here is something I don't understand. Now, I get that the act of sex is a natural process. I also get that sexual preferences depend in part on personality, natural inclinations and in part experiences and learned behavior, but doesn't one depend on the other? What I mean is, let's take a hypothetical. Say, you. Now, if someone would force you down right now and rip your clothes off you'd probably object, right? Sex being a natural process would mean even it wouldn't need your consent, your body would eventually respond. I mean, you do have a clitoris, right? Wouldn't that mean if rape happens to you frequently enough you couldn't help but enjoy it as part of a learned behavior?"

Doyle chuckles at that and now he too speaks out without having bothered to get the teachers permission. "Yeah, it's called sexual conditioning, numbnuts." Whatever Rick's true intentions were with the question, he is likely to have achieved two things: the woman risking to loose control over her classroom and making everyone think of her as vulnerable female rather than strict authority figure, sabotaging her previous efforts.

"Big words from the mouth of a boy, Mister!" she reacts with a glint in her eye, lips turned back to the thin line, but containing a half smile too. "It would be a natural behavior if we was animals in heat, but we are not. We should be able to think, and even you are supposed to be civilized... however, while it is our mind that controls most of our sexual orientation, there is the reactions of the body, that cannot controlled."

Trying to keep the control, she does not seem to have problems to be seen as a woman... but clearly, she is the one to keep all the power, even if she loses it.

"There is human behavior that dictates to have you disciplined after such an act, even if I would loose my clothes and my body would submit to your dominance." she tries to show a cold façade, but with her experiences and wild past, there is a very real possibility that her body would not dry up and get chafed, leaving her in more pain than pleasure, but indeed lubricate and get aroused enough to sooner or later experience an orgasm... or more.

"It is not the rape, that counts, but the pleasure for the sexual situation. If someone is carelessly used and abused, with no pleasure gained, the next occasion have less chance to make it pleasurable, even causing any normal and careful sexual life to suffer. But yes, it is called sexual conditioning, or more like conditioning, as it can and will happen with a lot of things, like eating, drinking, gaming, and all kinds of habits you boys will get up to... It means that without willpower and changing your ways, you would get stuck repeating it. Just like you lot getting kicked out of school, and later going into jail."

What might become obvious rather quick is how the struggle for power will not be only a physical one. So, while the teacher tries to regain control and assert herself, the 'boys' simply continue their conversation by shouting over her. I know that." Kenneth quips back. "What I wanted to know is if everyone can be conditioned like that or if there are other factors she thinks are involved too." Bryan, a stocky yet muscular friend of them now joins in on the conversation, responding to Kenneth. "Dude, she just told you. It'd depend, but f she looses all her cloths, she'll submit to your dominance. So long as you use and abuse her and treat her like an animal in heat, she'd gain pleasure from it. You repeat it and soon all her willpower would be gone and can condition her anyway you want her." Bryan summarizes.

It does not need a trained educator or even somebody experienced in dealing with hormonal teens to know they may got half of what she actually said and anyway heard only what they wanted to hear, if they even listened at all. Kenneth apparently didn't even do that and it is equally obvious he has more faith in the words of his friends than the educator before him. "Oh," he says and leans to the side to make it very obvious even to her how he is staring at her legs. For a kid his age he can muster quite an intense look too, one which could easily make a woman feel worse vulnerable and where she instinctively knows that what the guy is doing is picturing her naked.

"Well," he says and gets up, "guess all we need to do then is make sure she cums. I figure there is enough of us for this to eventually happen, now is there." With Kenneth standing now Mrs. Stephanie Smith could more easily see how the kid is rather tall and perhaps even an imposing presence by being possessing a powerful and athletic build. If the woman pays attention to such things, she could also notice how all the talk about her getting raped has him rock hard and his pants already show a considerable bulge.

It is not him though she would need to worry about the most this moment. By talking to her Kenneth, Doyle and Bryan hope to also distract her from Irvin quietly getting up to start circling to the front. Kenneth tries to keep her attention on him as he begins to cross the room, so Irvin can slip behind her. These punks are successful in their little endeavor the whole class could watch how one student sneaks up behind their teacher from behind, trying to use the element of surprise to succeed in covering her mouth with one hand and using the other to grab her wrist and force her arm up her back; holding her helpless as three more approach from the front. "Scissors," Kenneth asks of other kids as he passes them by, "tape." It's a school, there ought to be some of those items and he is a bully and jock, odds are there is also someone who will comply and hand him the desired items.

"No, I did not said that... You completely misunderstood ... What are you doing? ... Stop this instant! ... Help!"

She tries, but mere words are not enough to stop the proceeding youths. She tries to back away, but only stumbles into their trap, and all that remains is to struggle... Well, she struggles a little harder than their usual prey, but not even a couple of kicked shins or kneed thighs would stop these hardened jocks and bullies.

Mrs. Smith has not enough leverage, not that good at martial arts to get away, and one or two shriek and cry does not make anyone coming running. Still, she does keep squirming, gets flushed, and maybe looks even lovelier than before... But she bites the hand that is before her mouth, and tries to clench her fingers around something sensitive even behind her back, as it touches the boy there.

On another line of thinking, she does has a nice black lacy lingerie set under her clothes.

A bit is really a small price to pay for feeling a woman like Stefanie Smith struggle against him. Irvin yelps and pulls the hand back away. The teacher really could find a hard knot between the students leg, but how much she manages do with it stands to question as Irvin retaliates by forcing the woman's hand even higher up her back to bend her over.

All Irvin needs to do is keep her busy long enough for the other three to catch up. Then Doyle quickly assists him in bending the teacher over her own desk. With said desk having been behind her it leaves her in a worse vulnerable position by facing away from class, making it harder for her to defend herself against what the kids behind are doing. Bryan anyway goes for one of her legs, holding it in place while Kenneth uses the recently acquired tape to tie her ankle to the desk.

Mrs. Smith indeed looked lovely for her class when she gets all flushed, kicking and squirming against the grasp of a group of attackers just to let her whole class watch how she is overpowered. However, little does that compare to the view she provides after. Unless she somehow manages stop them, the teacher ends up facing away from class, her torso pressed against her desk and her ass sticking out towards class. Meanwhile she has to stand there on high heels, legs spread wide with each of her feet tied to a different leg of the table.

All she has to protect her modesty is the knee high skirt, but it really is not designed to allow for opening her legs wide easily. So, the position the woman is in probably has its fabric stretched as far as it goes, making it easy for her attackers now to use scissors and cut it open. "You didn't?" Kenneth finally responds to what she said. "Oh, that's right. You are no animal in heat, but too civilized for this to possibly turn you on. The idea of a kid young enough to be your son rape you in public does nothing for you, much less the proposal of being banged by over a dozen of them. Did brings up an interesting question. Do you have a son? You have ever wondered how he would feel deep inside of you? I guarantee you, he has. You ever caught him masturbating and wondered if it was you he was thinking about? I'd be your son that's exactly who I would be thinking about."

There is little she can do to stop Kenneth, on the other hand if he does manage to destroy her skirt the whole class would get to see the full length of her legs left nude with her ass only covered by some skimpy lingerie. "Also, I do disagree with your earlier statement and instead am going to claim that you are very much a bitch in heat. You wearing this kind of underwear tells me you either naturally horny or it's been a while for you and you really started to crave cock bad, either way you won't be able help yourself for long."

Ideally, she would have never been in this situation. Basically, it was something that never ever got into her mind, nor as an imagined wrong situation, nor as a fantasy... After all, they was in a classroom, there was a normal school, daylight and lights if needed... but she still found herself laying back on the teacher's table, legs taped to the table, not even enough wriggle room to close her thighs.

And it was not just her physical state distressing, but the words, wile, or arousing, or just factual, that bombarded her mind. She just had to formulate an answer, but her state made it hard.

Harder than the cock she coped a feel moments before through that trouser, but what now rested too close to her head for comfort. Mrs. Elisabeth Smith could not stop herself from trying to hide behind the motion that all of this was just a dream... unsuccessful.

What she had was quivering arms, hissing and growling, and a struggle that tried to overcome the feeling of submissiveness and erotic haze. This was not her first rodeo, as one would say, but the other participants was younger, and she was older than last time she had a fun partner...

And yes, she had a son, but would never ever tell these .. males ... that. So, for that to stay true, she never answered the question about any fantasies she could have, - which she never had ... up until now.

"That I am a sensual female adds nothing to what you are doing! You are just the same, even more so! And you does not have the will and strength to keep your base instincts and nature controlled! Let me go this instant, and I won't sue for what you are ready to do, just for the attack! ... Go further, and it would be jail instead of just getting kicked out of the school!"