It was a cold, rainy day outside. But, as always, the classroom was very warm.
"Could I have a male volunteer please?"
I stuck my hand up with every other of the fifteen males in the classroom. We always volunteered for one of Miss Winters' demonstrations. She was one of the youngest teachers we had. She was an exquisite, busty brunette with an air of real class about her. She always wore loose white blouses which fell open abundantly and tight black skirts. She craned her long neck to look for a candidate.
"Umm... Michael, Come on up." The rest of the guys let out groans of disappointment. "Oh, you'll all get your chances," Miss Winters said, smiling.
Michael walked to the front of the class, beaming.
"Stand up here," Miss Winters pointed at the front of her desk. "Everyone get to a position where you can see; girls, especially, you'll want to take notes. You will be tested on this at the end of year."
We all got up and sat on our desks or brought our chairs near the front. The girls made sure they had a pen and paper handy.
"Okay, now, blow jobs are one of the most basic acts of foreplay, but you'd be surprised how often they are overlooked. Many women find the idea of them disagreeable, but there's really nothing to be afraid of; they can actually be very enjoyable for both partners. They can be carried out to completion, orgasm, or used to take the male member to full readiness in a very short time. Today though, we'll just be doing straight, full blow jobs. "
As the girls scribbled hasty notes on these points, Miss Winters removed her glasses and unfastened her dark hair, letting it flow down her back.
"Of course the first thing to do is to arouse your partner. I see that Michael is already ahead of me at the moment..." the class tittered, a bulge was showing in Michael's trousers, "but I'll show you anyway. We've done this already in class but it doesn't hurt to revise. Girls, watch what I do with my breasts."
Miss Winters turned to Michael and moved him so they were both in profile to us. She gazed into his eyes and brought a hand up to his face. Michael just stood there as she ran her hands through his hair.
She took a step into him, pressing her body against his, her breasts thrust forward, into him. Her hands now ran up and down his body as his hands grasped her hips. Technically, there was supposed to be contact with the teachers only when and how instructed. He hadn't been instructed to grab her waist, but she didn't mind. She was cool like that. Her hands paused at his butt and squeezed it. Her head moved towards his and they kissed long and hard. Her chest was constantly pressing into his, moving in slight circles.
I felt my mouth go dry with envy. I hadn't been called up as a volunteer yet and it annoyed me. So far, I'd been passed over for passionate kissing, heavy petting, suggestive dancing, sensual undressing, nipple sucking, light fingering, hand jobs male, and hand jobs female with Miss Winters. I knew the best demonstrations happened nearer the end of year and that each male student would be picked, but I still would've wanted to be up where Michael was now.
She pulled out of Michael's kiss and turned her head to address the class, still embracing him. "I'm going to place Michael's hands on my butt because it is sometimes important for a male to have tactile contact with an erogenous zone if he is to become fully aroused. The man doesn't have to be aroused, it can be fun to have a man go from flaccid to turgid in your mouth, but I can tell you that we're quite passed that with Michael now." There was another snicker from the class.
Miss Winters moved her hand up to the top button of her blouse. "I'm also going to undo my blouse and bra. This is a good idea when you're giving blowjobs for reasons you'll see in a moment."
She undid the last button and pulled the ends of her shirt apart, revealing a large, lacy bra. "Michael, if you would do the honours, like we did in class..." Michael moved his hands up and undid the fastener at the front, letting the cups fall away.
"Stimulate the nipples, please." He rubbed his palms lightly over her large nipples, playing with them and making them hard.
"Thank you, you can put your hands on my butt again," she said, and kissed him deeply again, for a couple seconds.
"Okay, now, girls, pay attention. You'll know pretty quickly when your man is aroused, for obvious reasons, but to make sure about the hardness, there is a good way to check. I like to slide my hand down the man's chest, like so, and slip it into his trousers and pants, like so." Her hand disappeared into Michael's trousers and started moving around. Michael looked like he was in heaven.
"Pull it upwards and give it a good squeeze." She did so, causing Michael to shift his weight. "Michael has been ready for some time now, however, so let's put him out of his misery, shall we?"
She pulled out of his grip and bent down in front of him. "Make sure you're in a comfortable position, kneeling in front of your man as you unzip him like so. Incidentally, it's no bad thing to make a man wait until you get to this point, just make sure he doesn't lose interest. Ah, perfect..." Michael's cock sprang out of his boxers, almost hitting Miss Winters' cheek.
"Now, lower your head to just below his cock," Miss Winters explained, "You'll have to pull the cock down, into your throat, but that's okay, it won't break off. Hold it at the base." Miss Winters took Michael's cock in her hand and brought the tip into position of her mouth. The girls scribbled furiously, some drew quick diagrams.
"This is so you can look up into his eyes," she elaborated "eye contact is vital when you're starting out or with a new partner. That's how you can tell how effective you're being."
Miss Winters paused to let the girls catch up with their notes.
"Now, without getting frightened, and remembering what we said about hand jobs, pull back the foreskin of the penis to reveal the head. There, like so. That's really quite lovely, Michael." He blushed.
Miss Winters paused to lick her lips.
