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Sex Ed. Oh, yeah, you know the name, right? What does it bring when you hear it? Awkward classes with awkward classmates as you listen to a teacher – usually way too old for this shit – explaining in excruciating detail the procreation of life? Or maybe you had someone younger and hipper there to explain, someone who made both the sound of sex and the actual act of sex come off as possible? Perhaps you had some boring recording explain everything to you like it was narrated by a computer while everyone just sits there bored? Maybe you didn't have it at all! There are more than just a few prudish schools out there who don't want anyone to know anything! Hell, maybe you didn't even go at all! The world can be just as much a teacher in these regards, though usually with more than a few hiccups going along with it.

Putting it lightly, Sex Ed means a lot of different things to a lot of different people. It may depend on your age, your location, your sexual preference, even your religion! Teachers and students alike may not even want to indulge in such conversations, considering the legal ramifications that can arise when overzealous parents get involved!

But...

In some corners of the world, Sex Ed isn't an option, it is mandatory. You must sit through this lecture, whether you, your teachers, or your parents, want you to or not. You'll learn everything. You'll learn about the female's reproductive systems, the male's reproductive systems, you'll learn what a climax is, how it feels, what it does to your body, and you'll learn what condoms and birth control pills do. Once again, this isn't an option; this is mandatory.

And in Greenwood High School, undoubtedly the most prolific high school in Document City, Sex Ed is a mandatory lecture. So if you're intending on graduating, you'd better be ready for a good twenty or thirty minutes of having your teacher talk to you.

It's not too bad, right?

“Alright, class! Get to your desks!"

Well... maybe it wouldn't be if your teacher wasn't her.

Tell me... does the name 'Erica Ecclesial' ring a bell? It should, especially in Greenwood. Within these halls, no name can confer as much fear and adoration as the name Erica Ecclesial. And if it doesn't, then the sound of her heels certainly will.

Erica was a beastkin of the lagomorph variety. In layman's terms, she was a bunny rabbit. Compared to her fellow hares, she was taller than usual, with a mature grace, and professional attitude. What? Did you think all rabbit were small and cute? Think again.

She was always seen in a position of power over all those around her. Some would argue even the principal was afraid to be caught in the hall with her! A woman – a teacher – who dressed more like a shrewd businesswoman, and had the dominating aura to match. A navy blue business vest over a white shirt, with a matching split pencil skirt and black stockings? How could you not be afraid?

Her hair was long and black, though typically – such as right now – it was tied back into a bun. However, atop her head and falling over the right side of her face, was a single bang which fell past her nose, and nearly came to her thin lips.

But do not stare at her face for too long, or else you'll be trapped by the gaze of her purple eyes. And those eyes behind her red glasses, is strong enough to whip even the most unruly of beasts into shape. Putting it lightly...

Do not cross her.

As befitting a bunny, from her head extends the ears of a hare. However, unlike most of her species, her bunny ears appear to be downright imposing! They weren't just long, they stand erect, with a slight bend that make them look less like ears, and more like horns. And when coupled with her dominating stature, Erica was less like a teacher, and more like a dictator. Thus the 'flattering' nickname she gained for herself at school. The 'Totalitarian Teacher' they call her behind her back.

And guess what that totalitarian teacher was teaching today.

“Alright class, settle down, settle down!"

When she spoke, her voice instantly instilled respect within her classroom.

Erica turned around, her back to the marker board as she gazed upon her class. Before her was this semester's best and brightest... though they may have been a tad bit lazy. Honestly, how difficult can it be to take Sex Ed before one's Senior Year? When she was their age, she already knew the difference between the labia major and labia minor, as well as the clitoris, among other things. It was all so very... eye rolling.

“So class... as you know, over the coming days you all will no longer be my students," Erica said as her purple eyes swept over the room, “Meaning you will take all the things you've learned from me throughout this semester – as well as your other teachers – with you well beyond your high school days. College and adulthood in general is far, far different from the idle fancies you indulge in now, which is why it's very important that you all keep this knowledge with you, and keep it well. But today's class may very well be the most important class you can possibly take. Perhaps more important than math, history, and literature combined... even though this information is very well baked into our DNA."

“Oh come on, Ms. Ecclesial!" called one boisterous student, “It's just Sex Ed! You don't have to be so serious about it!"

“Au contraire, Mr. Dion," said Erica as she shook her head, “Sexual Education may very well be one of the most important classes you can possibly take! If taught poorly, well, you and your future partners may have a very, very bad time. And I'm not even talking about one's likes and dislikes, I'm being specific about the mere act of sexual intercourse. Health class can be but so thorough, and video recordings are often more boring than they are informative. So today, I will teach you all what you'll need to know to properly procreate in the future in my own unique way."

“Bleh! Procreate..." bemoaned another student, “Did you have to say it like that?"

“What would you prefer me say, Miss Silver?" asked Erica, “Use some of your typical slang? I'd rather not be so informal with my students. Now then..."

Walking around to the front of her desk, Erica sat down on its edge with one leg crossed over the other. Her business attire wasn't just professional, it was so form-fitting as well. Despite wearing layers, her clothes were still somehow tied tight around her figure, flaunting her midsection, the curves of her hips, and of course, her impressive bust.

“Now then, class," said Erica as she stuck her nose up and closed her eyes, “This years duties of Sexual Education as it pertains to me, will be a tad bit different. I've come to learn that simply lecturing at you all in the art of coitus is not only unhelpful, but also boring."

“Coitus?" said a student, “What's a 'coitus'?"

“That means 'sexual intercourse', Mr. Clear," Erica said flatly, “And your question only further proves how I must act differently this year from usual in terms of how I teach this lesson. So class, get out your writing utensils and notes. This may very well be the most important lecture of your life."

Everyone did as they were told, reaching away into their bookbags to pull out pencils and notebooks, even laptops if they used them. Meanwhile, Erica stood up and began walking around her classroom, her purple eyes locked on the faces of her individual students. One by one she scanned them, much to the confusion of all those around her. What? Had someone done something that only Erica had noticed? That's a common occurrence in her classroom, ya'know.

That's when she stopped.

And the door opened with a loud--

Wham!

“Sorry! Sorry! Oh, so sorry! I'm a bit late!"

Every classroom has that student. Oh, yeah, you know the student, right? The problem child? The one who – more often than not – comes in late to class? Yes, even her class, no matter how many times she's scolded him for such a thing? That kind of student... oh, how she loathed that kind of student. For her, that student was--

“It's a pleasure for you to join us, Mr. Connors."

Erica looked over towards the door, her purple eyes like knives as her gaze fell upon the young man standing there. His name was Brendan Connors, and he wasn't really a bad young man... just a painfully clumsy one. Painful to him... not to others.

A human man, he – like his fellow students – was a Senior this year, and looking forward to college in the coming year. A bit lanky, though he was also a bit shorter than most of his peers. One wouldn't exactly call him average... but they probably wouldn't call him memorable either. His hair was brown and neatly combed, his uniform was always immaculate, he had a few freckles speckled across his face, and when he looks up with those blue eyes, so wide and brimming and clear, it can take many people off guard.

And then he typically falls flat forward on his face. Once again, he was clumsy, often times tripping over absolutely nothing. He even looked like he was going to trip over right now!

“Sorry, Ms. Ecclesial!" Brendan said as he scratched at the back of his head, “I didn't mean to show up late, I swear! I was just in the library studying for a test, and time got away from me, and--" Clank! “Ah!"

His words cut short, Brendan's eyes fell upon Erica's foot. With one mere stomp of her heel, the totalitarian teacher sent out a wicked noise that whipped all the students in place. For him, he felt a sweat drop. And then – despite everything in his body telling him not too – he brought his gaze up. Erica looked down upon him with her eyes in a belittling squint, and her arms crossed beneath her chest. Brendan swallowed his spit.

“That's enough, Mr. Connors," said the totalitarian teacher as she fixed her glasses upon her face, “I must say, it is impressive you're able to graduate at all this semester, considering the number of times you've shown up late to class, both mine and others. I sincerely hope you work this kink out of you by the time college starts, or else you'll get nowhere in life."

“I... I'm sorry, Ms. Erica," Brendan apologized, though Erica shook her head.

“Improper use of the word 'sorry', Mr. Connors," she scolded with another sharp leer, “It's not 'I'm sorry', it is 'I apologize'. I thought by now you'd have learned that, considering the amount of times you have apologized to me."

“Uuuh... I-I know... I'm so-- oof! I mean... haaah!"

Brendan's arms slumped over and his head fell, his cheeks red with embarrassment as his teacher berated him. And, yes, the others in class chortled; he could hear them giggling and chuckling, no matter how low they tried to make it... and honestly, they really weren't trying at all. One would think he'd be used to it, since this wasn't his first time being publicly scolded by Erica. One would be oh so wrong.

However...

Things were different this time. This time when Brendan walked towards his desk, a hand fell upon his shoulder. A powerful hand... Erica's powerful hand. He was stopped and forced to turn around, looking up towards his teacher who again fixed her glasses upon her face. The look in her eyes locked him in place, while she casually and callously scanned him over.

And there was something inside of him... something that made her nod.

“Well Mr. Connors," said Erica, “Since you decided to show up late, I've decided to make you my volunteer."

“Your... volunteer?" he repeated, confused, “What do you mean by that? Is... do you need help with something?"

“Indeed I do," she answered, “I was wondering how I was going to teach this year's Sexual Education lecture, and figured something avant-garde would work."

“Avant... garde...?" he muttered, causing Erica to roll her eyes.

“Something innovative! Something original! Something new and original! Heavens, Mr. Connors, please tell me you're doing well in literature despite not knowing a statement as common as that!"

“Uhh... o... okay... well... um..." he shrugged his shoulders, “What would you have me do, Ms. Ecclesial?"

“Firstly, put your backpack on your desk. You won't be needing it."

“Should I... take out my things?"

“No, no... everyone else will take notes, but you will do something... different."

“Uhh... umm... o... okay..."

Confused yet obedient, Brendan did as he was told and placed his backpack on his desk. Meanwhile, his mind raced with thoughts, wondering what exactly his teacher was planning. What would she need a volunteer to do in Sex Ed? Unless... oh no, she was planning on having him do something embarrassing! That couldn't be it, right!?

Around him he heard chuckles; his fellow students seemed to be in on some joke he wasn't privy to. What was going on? Had he, like, really fucked up being late? He was only off by three or so minutes; that's not bad, right? Right!?

“Mr. Connors?"

“Y-yes, Ms. Ecclesial?"

He turned around, facing Erica. The totalitarian teacher had her arms crossed again, her pose domineering as she looked at him. Damn, did she know how to make a person feel so lesser when in her presence.

“Sit here, Mr. Connors," she ordered as she placed her hand upon her desk of all places.

“H-here? On your desk?" he asked, his heart racing as he stepped forward.

“Yes. Here. On my desk," she repeated, “As you can see, I've already gone through the business of cleaning my desk, so there should be nothing obstructing you. So please, take a seat on my desk. As uncouth as this is, I'm afraid no other place would suffice."

“Umm... uuhh... o-okay..."

Doing as he was told, Brendan sat down on Erica's desk. Here he was, in the center of the desk and the center of attention for the entire class. His cheeks were intensely red, embarrassed as everyone focused their attentions on him. What was going on!?

“Now then, welcome everyone to my Sexual Education class," Erica announced with her typical professionalism, “This year, instead of watching a video, or me merely lecturing you in the fine art of sexual intercourse, I have decided that it would be more effective if you all had a public presentation to call upon, and with your own notes and videos if you choose to record them, this will work far better than any lecture possibly could."

“Wh-what? What do you mean by... by... by public presentation?" Brendan asked as he looked up to Erica, who stared back at him with a smirk on her lips.

“My oh my, Mr. Connors... did you not read the Sexual Education form I sent out at the beginning of the week? You signed it, so I assumed that you read it all."

“I... I uh... th-there was a lot of legal jargon in it," he replied, “B-but I knew that if I didn't sign it, I wouldn't be aloud to be in class, so I just signed it regardless! W-was there something on it that I should have known?"

“Duuh!" replied Paris, one of his classmates, “Pfffft! There was, like, an entire paragraph detailing it!"

“A-an entire paragraph!?" Brendan repeated, to which Erica rolled her eyes.

“It seems I will be needing to lecture you afterwards on how to properly read a legal document," she said, “So... I will put it in layman's terms. Mr. Connors... Brendan... in order to teach the class and you, I will have sex with you."

“WHAT!?"

Brendan's confused cry made Erica's ears quiver, and caused her to leer at his face. His stupid... shocked... dumbfounded face... he couldn't look anywhere but at his teacher. Even the laughs and teasing chortles of his fellow classmates fell on deaf ears.

What the hell was going on here!? Did... did he bump his head when he fell earlier that day? He might as well, because that's the only thing that could explain... THIS! And why was everyone acting so damn blasé about it!?

“M-M-Ms. Erica... i-i-is this... is this... i-i-i-i-i-i-is this a j-j-j-joke?" Brendan asked, to which Erica glared even harder.

“I don't joke..." she said flatly.

“But... if this isn't a joke then... then... you... you want to have sex with me!?"

“It's not a matter of want or not, it is a matter of what is best for you and your fellow students," Erica said as she pushed her glasses up on her face again, “I need you to perform, so please prepare yourself."

“This... this can't be legal!" he shouted, making Erica roll her eyes.

“Brendan... you are eighteen years of age, and you've signed a legal document agreeing to be my volunteer if need be," she claimed, “This is as legal as it can possibly be."

“Wh-what!? Did... did... what about someone else!? L-like Jacob!? O-or Micheal!?"

“No one else signed the agreement, but you," Erica said, finally clearing the air for him, “So there is no getting out of this, Brendan. Prepare yourself."

Brendan's jaw dropped, incapable of parsing together this information. He... and Erica... were going to have sex with one another? In front of the entire class!? Again, he was going to have sex with Erica – his teacher – in front of his classmates!?

This... this had to be a dream! It just couldn't be real!

But before he could speak again – before he could mount any level of defense – Erica stood front of him. A smirk appeared on her cherry-red lips, and her purple eyes glowed with a level of power Brendan had never seen before... and would possibly never see again.

This... this was happening!

“Now pay attention, everyone!" Erica exclaimed as she gazed down upon Brendan's stunned face, her hand resting on her chin, “The presentation starts now!"

“Starts no-- MMMFFFF!!!"

Guidance. That's the word. Guidance.

Under Erica's guidance, Brendan was brought into a kiss. Her hand controlled him by his chin, pinning him in place as her lipstick-stained lips pressed up to his. She was kissing him; Erica was kissing him! This was Brendan's first kiss, and it was with his teacher!

And it felt... good!

Erica's lips were soft and thin, and they pressed to his with great strength. Brendan was a little babe, one who was new to the art of kissing. She was a skilled lover however, easily massaging his lips with her own. They stroked him, caressed him, and though he was once shuddering, beneath Erica's talented mouth, he started to melt. Even the grip he had on the desk which once was tight enough to crush stone, started to relax and soften.

Her taste... Erica's taste was so amazing. She was sweet, her lips moist, and her breath hot. And this smell... the perfume she put on today had this sweet fragrance to it, like olfactory sugar. The more he smelled her, the more he kissed her, the more he tasted from her, the more relaxed Brendan became.

But Erica was aiming to do more than just kiss him. Her head tilted, and her mouth opened his. Eyes widening, Brendan shuddered as the domineering hare not only caressed his mouth open, but also slid her tongue inside. Her tongue stroked upon his tongue, swirling around it, sliding it around it, making Brendan sputter... and then moan...

“Mmmmffff..."

It was involuntary, but it was audible nonetheless. He was moaning; Erica had him moaning! This feeling... what was this feeling? This heat that ran through him! It was way better than his hand at night!

But it was more than just the kiss. Erica's hands gently stroked at Brendan's face, further goading him into her loving lips. She moaned as well... deep, womanly moans that rang in his ears over and over and over again.

“Hyyynnmmmph~"

Yeah... those kinds of moans.

This kiss went on for several long, drawn out moments. Soft moan and audible suckles left them too, with their tongues even clicking against one another. Brendan continued to shudder against his teacher, who herself continued her slow and arduous assault. It felt like forever to him, but when Erica pulled away, it was only a few seconds.

Chu...

“Mmmmff... fuaaah..."

Brendan's tongue hung from his mouth and his dazed eyes stared up towards Erica's face, who gazed back down upon him with a smirk on her lips. He had never seen such a beautiful look in a woman before. The way she stared down upon him, made the young man grow still and rigid like a statue.

That was just a kiss... things were only going to get hotter.

“Now, for most of you, a simple kiss is just that; a kiss," Erica stated as she turned to face the rest of her class, her face again that professional visage, “I highly doubt a majority of you haven't at least kissed your dates. That goes doubly for the likes of you, Miss Silver."

“Heeeeey!"

“But the act of kissing is not something to be ignored," the haughty hare continued, “In life, some partners may tell you that foreplay – acts like kissing, groping, among other things – are to be skipped over, if not ignored outright. And if it is to be performed, it's to be performed for them and them alone. Know this; that is not true. In life, you must set up boundaries with those you decide to be with. Only through conversation will you be able to know what your partner likes and doesn't like. For this demonstration however, I will be leading Mr. Connors along. So please, bare with me. Now then..." she turned around, “Mr. Connors?"

“Hhghh...? Y-yes...?" he muttered back, still dazed.

“Touch me..."

However, that order immediately returned him to reality.

Brendan looked up, his eyes falling on Erica. She stood before him with her hands on her hips and a belittling look in her eye, while he struggled to parse together this newly gained information. Her taste was still dancing on her lips, but she was coming closer and closer. Then her hands gripped his wrist, further making him jolt in place.

Right... right! She had given him permission to touch her. He was allowed to touch Erica. Her body... her refined, beautiful, elegant, and mature body, was on full display before him. Erica was in her early thirties, but she had a figure that girls ten years her junior would outright kill for! Age hadn't made her unsightly, and if he saw her in another ten, maybe even twenty years, she'd still be superior to any woman around her. Like the finest of fine wines... if not finer...

And now, this body, the body of his teacher, the body of the totalitarian teacher... he was allowed to touch. No, he was told to touch. So Brendan raised his hands... and he touched.

His hands fell on Erica's hips, kneading them gently. They flared out from her midsection, shapely and sculpted like a Roman sculpture. Touching the bunnywoman was like touching divinity, even if it was through her attire. He could feel her body pressing back against him, while his hands idly stroked up and down.

Brendan was so enthralled with touching Erica's body that he almost forgot he was touching the totalitarian teacher at all! But then he looked up, and his blue eyes met her sharp purple ones. That made him meek really quickly.

“There is more to touching than just... touching," Erica said, “Merely flailing your hands about like a fish out of water will prove unsatisfactory to you and your partner. Boys and girls, I highly doubt you don't know where you like to be touched. So when you are with your partner whom you trust, be sure to tell them what you like, and how you like it. Like so..." she leered down upon Brendan, “Mr. Connors. Touch my butt."

“Your... butt?" he replied, his voice getting caught in his throat.

“Yes, my butt," she answered in a more stern manner.

“I... uhh... I..."

He scrambled for a moment, but again, Erica's sharp face whipped him into place. Doing as he was told, Brendan's hands wrapped around his teacher's waist, where it came to her butt. And after a few more seconds of sitting there with his hands grasping the air, he moved in and--

Pat. Pat.

Oh... oh... oh my... oh... oh dear...

Erica's butt... Erica's ass... his hands were on Erica's ass. And it was glorious!

Her butt was shaped like a peach, allowing him to easily grip and grope it. At first Brendan was tepid, but then his fingers pushed in, squeezing upon Erica's ass. Her pliable flesh pressed back against his hungry palms, taunting him with the touch of her butt unobstructed by her clothing.

“More, Mr. Connors," she suddenly said.

“Wh-what?"

“I said... more, Mr. Connors," she reiterated before announcing, “Remember class, be upfront with your desires to your partner, and be audible. If they respect you, they'll acquiesce. But also, don't be afraid to be a bit abrasive. Observe."

And observe they did as Erica leaned over, her hands slamming on the desk beneath Brendan as her taller stature loomed over him. He pulled back, coming face to face with the totalitarian teacher as her purple eyes penetrated his soul, and her haughty face kept him pinned. Her perfume however? That continued to calm Brendan down.

In front of the entire class, his hands groped at Erica's ass. He squeezed them, kneaded them, massaged them, in his own unique and admittedly clumsy manner. Sometimes his gropes would be too strong, other times too flimsy, but he never stopped. And, again, everyone could see it. Everyone watched Brendan's hands as desire flowed through him, growing needier and causing him to grip Erica's ass tightly.

But they didn't see his face. Cheeks rosy and eyes lidded as he got more enthralled in her body, Brendan could barely think. His hands were working on instinct as they groped her plush ass, and his face fell forward, delving right--

Plap!

Into her breasts.

“Snnniffffff!!!"

“Wow, is he smelling you?" a classmate remarked.

“Smell and odor can be a potent aphrodisiac in the throes of sexual intercourse, Miss Rubens," Erica replied, “Brendan may be discovering a knew fetish of his he had been thus far unaware of. Speaking of which..." she pushed her glasses up on her face more, “Mr. Connors. Squeeze harder."

“Hnnng~ y-yes ma'am..."

Clinch!

This time, his fingers saaaank. His grip was stronger than the last time and twice as courageous. Without Erica's permission, Brendan guided his hands down, and then slipped them under his teacher's skirt. The touch of her pantyhose felt so damn sinful. He felt it rub against his hand, while he touched the curvature of her body and ass. These stockings were like a second layer of skin, teasing him with what was beneath, with what he wanted.

Erica wiggled her hips then pushed out, presenting more of her shapely ass to his greedy hands. He kept groping her, while his hands pulled up her skirt fully. Now not only was he fondling the haughty hare's ass, but he let everyone see it! With Erica's skirt pulled up, all of his classmates could see their teacher's butt, its shape, its curvature, the pantyhose that covered it, and the black panties she wore beneath. All of it clung tightly to her body, leaving little to the imagination.

Though they won't be needing to use just their imagination the longer this goes on.

“Now class! Don't be afraid to ask what your partner likes," Erica said as she looked over her shoulder towards her other students, retaining her professionalism while Brendan groped her ass, “Be sure to ask your partner what they like, and how things are going. For your first time, this is imperative. No one is an instinctive god. Relationships are built on communication. Now then..." she looked down upon Brendan, “Mr. Connors... is there anything you'd like to ask for?"

“I... I uh... I..." he muttered back as his hands unconsciously clinched upon her ass, “Ms. Ecclesial...!"

“Yes, Brendan?"

“Your... your... your uh... your..." he blushed even harder as he wilted, “Your... your... I want to see your... your--"

“I won't know what you're asking for unless you ask for it," Erica stated, “So, please, Mr. Connors. What is on your mind?"

“Your... your...!"

Shit this was so hard! Everyone was around him, watching them! He couldn't bring himself to ask! But, damn, he wanted to! He just needed to say it, he just needed to say--

“I WANT TO SEE YOUR TITS!!!"

Fuck! He didn't mean to be so loud.

Erica pulled back, gazing down upon Brendan with that belittling look in her eye, while the class erupted with laughter at his expense. He wilted in response, feeling even more embarrassed now, but the haughty hare in front of him merely fixed up her glasses.

“Haaah... tits... well now... so crass... and rather loud and uncouth... but acceptable," Erica remarked, “Again, class, do not be afraid to tell your partner what you do and do not like. Now then..."

She stepped back and looked down, her hands traveling up to the business blazer she wore. And then... one by one... loop by loop... Erica undid the buttons of her blazer, causing the garment to fall slack on her shoulders. But her undressing continued as she pulled the garment off of her chest, and let it fall to the floor below.

Standing before Brendan in nothing but her pressed white undershirt, Erica didn't flinch as the enthralled young man reached up. Shushes and murmurs echoed through the rest of the class, but they all fell on deaf ears. Without hesitation, he placed his needy hands on Erica's chest, touching her more directly from before. He could feel her bra beneath push back, but it did little to stop his mind from racing.

Erica's breasts. Her big, busty breasts. Shapely and fixed to her mature form, there wasn't a person in school who hadn't ogled her chest at least once, no matter what they say. And now those breasts were looking Brendan in the face.

He squeezed her chest through her shirt, lifting her bosom up, and making Erica straighten up... and then lean forward. In her bent over state, she offered more of her breasts to him, allowing Brendan to squeeze his digits in further. Despite her shirt and bra, there was a softness to Erica's tits. His fingers kept sinking in – inch by inch – which drove him to clinch in even harder. And then he pushed up, further groping Erica's bust as her thin lips parted.

“Oh~"

It was a deep, womanly moan. The kind of moan that sends shivers down the spines of those who hear it. The kind of moan that made Brendan's eyes widen. The kind of moan that made him want to hear more.

Without a word, Brendan's hands trailed over towards the middle of Erica's chest, thumbing hesitantly at her buttons... and then undoing it; one by one by one. The totalitarian teacher didn't stop him. Instead she pushed up her glasses, while her ears stood up, and her cotton tail fluttered.

“Don't be afraid to be courageous, class," she explained, “Like Mr. Connors here, if you understand your partner, then doing things like this becomes... second nature."

The class grew silent, focusing on Brendan as he finished unbuttoning her shirt... and then pulled it aside. Before him cradled in a fine, black brassier, were Erica's glorious breasts. They were shapely and curvy, luscious and tantalizing. The bra she wore was elegant and refined, befitting the totalitarian teacher. For anything less than majestic would simply not be good enough.

Her bra gave ample support to her chest, though Brendan wasn't sure if she really needed it. Her every, slightest breath, sent a quiver through her chest that further entranced the young man, who again raised his hands... and he again touched her...

Plap...

“Wow..."

Like before, Brendan idly groped Erica's bosom, now watching his fingers sink into her body directly. He palmed her bra while his fingers pushed into flesh, squeezing upon his teacher's luscious body. The face he made of shear awe, brought a smirk to Erica's face, who pointed her nose up in a haughty manner.

“Remember, class, do not be afraid to compliment your partner," she stated, “I'd argue more often than not, they adore the verbal praise. Observe," she then leaned in, trapping him in her gaze, “Brendan... you have such lovely hands~"

Her tone shifted. It wasn't the stoic and professional voice he always heard. This one was different. This one was lustful and lewd, sounding like the voice of a femme-fatale in a movie. It sent quivers down Brendan's spine, whose mouth hung open.

She had him spun around her finger.

“Miss Ecclesial, I... I..." Brendan muttered before staring directly into her cleavage, “I-I! Mmmph!"

Plap!

Throwing caution to the wind, Brendan pressed his face into Erica's bosom, smothering him on all sides by her tits. Her sweet odor was stronger now, but it was laced with this new smell. Something hot and sweaty, yet no less intoxicating. No, Brendan would argue this odor was even better than her perfume! She had this hot and sweaty odor that was made even better since it was brought on by the summer heat. Smelling her body drew loud, audible groans from him.

Deep ones...

Hungry ones...

“Hmmmmmphh!"

Smiling still, Erica wrapped her hands around Brendan's head, snuggling him closer to her bosom. His nose pressed into her cleavage thanks to the press, offering even more of her odor to him, which further drugged him on her body.

He could hear her heart thumping against her chest, being so slow, so subdued, so cool. Erica was standing here, bearing her chest for him and his classmates, but she was as casual as if this were a normal day.

Brendan was scrambling however. Reaching his hands up, he pushed them under Erica's shirt, and placed them upon her back. The haughty hare's figure was just as illustrious to touch as it was to look at, and now he had access to it. Even the smidgen he had now was good, as he clumsily and hastily palmed at her sides, back and hips. But Erica didn't brush him off, nor did she scold him. Instead she giggled.

“Ohohoho~ someone's feisty," the totalitarian teacher remarked, “Here, Mr. Connors, allow me to make it easier for you.

Placing her hands upon Brendan's shoulders, Erica pushed him away ever so softly. His face was left dazed, his eyes lidded and mouth open, panting for air like he'd been underwater. The haughty hare meanwhile pulled her shirt back, allowing it to fall slack on her shoulders... before falling off her shoulders completely.

It joined her blazer on the floor in a crumpled heap, and revealed her upper body to all of those around. Let it be known that Erica wasn't just a teacher. While teaching was her pride and joy in life, it was not what she did for every waking hour of her life. There have been rumors, murmurs among the students and faculty members that they've seen Erica at the gym on more than one occasion. Sometimes she was with another bunny, sometimes she was by herself, but one thing was clear. While the totalitarian teacher was not some body builder, she did pay attention to her body, keeping her physique in check with strenuous athletic activities. Which ones?

The martial arts kind of activities. Specifically Kendo, Karate, and Judo.

Why is this important? Because that body which she kept in tiptop shape, was now exposed to her class. Her pencil skirt and stockings were still on her legs, her bra was still on her chest, but everything else was shown. The narrow waistline, the shapely hips and butt, the curvy shoulders; all of it was free for her students to ogle as they wish. And somehow – in this half-naked state – she came off as being more lewd than before!

His mouth agape, Brendan gazed upon the shear body of Erica as she casually performed a few stretches while saying,

“Remember to stretch, class! Sexual intercourse may not be a sporting activity, but it is no less strenuous. Now then..." she straightened up, her eyes locked on Brendan, “Mr. Connors. Is there anything on you mind? Anything you wish to say? Anything you wish to ask?"

He swallowed his spit.

“I want to touch you," he said without hesitation.

Erica chuckled.

“Good boy."

Holding her arms out for Brendan, the totalitarian teacher moved forward with her hips swaying and tail fluttering. But this time, he stood up from the desk, his eyes utterly entranced with the bust and body before him. His feet were usually clumsy, but this time Brendan walked with a firmness to him as he delved his face--

Plap!

Right into Erica's bust. Ah... boys and breasts; name a more iconic duo.

Again Brendan felt his face being cradled by the luscious tits of his erotic educator, while his hands attacked her body. At first they wrapped around her back, hugging her in close. But then he remembered – albeit instinctively – the words she said before. Her butt, her butt; Erica liked to be touched on her butt!

His hands traveled down, garnering a curious gasp from the haughty hare. Without saying a word, he grabbed a hold of Erica's ass; one cheek in each palm. Then he squeezed, feeling the fat of her peachy ass fill the cracks of his fingers. And in doing so...

“Mmmmmgggghhh..."

He moaned into her breasts, making her laugh.

“Ohohohoho! Do you see, class? Brendan is already learning about my body. He remembers where I like to be touch. Do be sure to carry that with you in the future. Learn about your partner. Remember what they like and don't like, and you'll find your sexual escapades to be that much better."

As she spoke to her fellow students, Brendan continued gripping and kneading her body. Hands stroked and groped at the curvature of her ass, exploring it, and feeling its weight press back into him. He loved Erica's tits, but he was also starting to love her ass. Even with his face full of breasts, he had enough wherewithal to fumble with the pencil skirt at her hips.

Erica could feel it too; feel his hands clumsily thumb at her garment in some terrible attempt at pulling it off of her. She leaned back, her neck crooning and lips opening to let out an airy moan, while her hands fell down to his wrists. Gripping him, she guided his hand over towards the zipper of her skirt, telling him all he needed to know by body language alone.

Clumsy though Brendan may be, he is not stupid.

He gripped her zipper... and then he pulled it down...

Ziiiiiiiiiiiiip!

The eyes of his fellow students drank it all in. Brendan, his face in Erica's perfect tits, and his hands on her hips and ass, slowly and audibly pulling down her zipper before their unflinching eyes. The air was heavy and thick, growing hotter and steamier with every passing second. Not just from them, but from the others who could barely contained their own lusts.

Everyone was getting hot and sweaty. Notes were struggling to be taken, while those who were taping it with their phone, struggled to get a good view! Everyone remained quiet however, watching and waiting for what Brendan and Erica would do next.

“Hnnn~ kiss me, Mr. Connors," said the totalitarian teacher as she nuzzled his face into her chest and neck, “Kiss me right here."

“Mmmff... chu... mmmfff! Chu!"

What he lacked in skill, Brendan more than made up for with enthusiasm. He hungrily licked, kissed, and even bit on Erica's neck, partly from instinct, partly from adrenaline, and partly from random crap he saw on the internet once or twice... or thrice... or a hundred times.

His wet and wild tongue lewdly scraped upon Erica's body, licking upon the tops of her breasts, them coming up to her neck where he kissed her. The movements were enough to make Erica lean back, her eyes closed and lips parted as a heavenly moan left her. They filled the air, unabashed and unashamed, these lustful and mature sounds which made all the boys hard, and all the girls wet.

Fwump!

And then Erica's skirt fell.

Like a second layer of skin, the haughty hare's stockings clung to her body. It hugged her curvature, her thighs, her legs, her feet, and slipped right down into her heels. Her black panties, elegant and lacy, could be seen peaking from behind the translucent veil of her pantyhose, taunting all of those around.

Erica didn't care, and Brendan clearly didn't either. Hungrily, he slurped, and kissed, and feasted on the hare's body, panting as his hand slid up to the small of her back, before slipping beneath the band of her stockings. Erica leaned in closer to her student as his hand touched her ass directly, while her hand reached up to grip the back of his head. She hugged him closer, hugged him deeper, while her body grew hotter and hotter between them.

“Mmm... see, class?" she said, her professional tone piercing the air, “When you and your partner are in sync with one another, you'll find sexual intercourse to be rather... instinctive. But remember! We... are not animals. And while sex like animals may be enjoyable at times, do try to keep your wits about you. Ahem..."

And then...

Erica pulled away.

Mouth dropping from her body, Brendan stared up towards the hare with a face that practically screamed 'WHY!?' But she giggled and raised her finger to her lips, her purple eyes locked on him as she shook her head.

“Remember, Mr. Connors? We are not animals," she said in a scolding manner.

Her hands traveled towards her back, where she fiddled with her bra... and then undid their clips. The brassier fell loose on her chest, its cups still covering her breasts in their entirety. Eyes wide and cheeks red, Brendan stared towards Erica's bust, incapable of focusing on anything else. And his teacher – deciding to tease him – kept her bra held up to her bosom, blocking it from view.... until she just pulled her hands away.

Fwump!

“Aah."

And her bra dropped.

Huh... what did Brendan think before? That Erica's breasts were so glorious, that whatever support her bra gave her breasts was probably unnecessary? Well... he was right.

Despite Erica's age, there was barely any sag to her breasts. Sure, they did drop when her bra was removed, but only slightly. It was so slight in fact, you wouldn't notice it unless you were face to face with her... like Brendan currently was.

Erica's breasts were shapely, curvy, and had such luscious pink nipples that his mouth was watering at the sight of them. And the haughty hare stood there, a grin on her lips and her hands on her hips as she looked down upon her captivated student. The poor boy was drooling! Ah... so cute!

Brendan moved forward, desperate to again sandwich himself between Erica's now bare breasts. But the totalitarian teacher placed her hand on his chest, keeping him pinned in place as her purple eyes locked him, and her lips curled into a smirk.

“Almost, Mr. Connors. But not quite," said the haughty hare with a wink, “After all, isn't it a bit selfish of you to not show yourself?"

“Sel... fish...?" he repeated, confused by her words... before looking down.

Ah... right... Erica was in nothing but her pantyhose and shoes, while he was still wearing his uniform in its entirety. Guess that was a little bit selfish of him.

Brendan palmed his shirt, gripping it with apprehensive hands. Erica wanted him to disrobe, right? In front of everyone? But... dammit, she was already undressed, so it was selfish of him to keep his clothes on, no matter how embarrassing it was! So he grabbed his shirt!

But Erica stopped him.

“Sit down, Mr. Connors..." she said whilst pushing him back to the edge of the table, “I still have a class to teach, remember?"

“But I? M-my clothes..." he muttered.

“Do not worry. I'll deal with that little problem shortly."

Brendan nodded, and doing as he was told, he sat down on the edge of Erica's desk. His face was apprehensive, though his eyes couldn't focus on anything but the pair of breasts before him. Erica meanwhile placed her hands on his knees... and then pushed open his legs.

Does it take a scientist to know what was standing proud between them?

His cock. His hard cock. It was throbbing between his legs and pressing hard against his pants. Even more impressive, at the tip of his cock was a was a dark stain of precum, one that oozed through his underwear and his pants to be visible by all.

“Take a look, class," said Erica as she placed her hand upon Brendan's pelvis, and the furious tent he was pitching within it, “This is a male's erection. It's covered, but... as you can tell by the dark stain at the tip, Mr. Connors is incredibly aroused."

“I-I!" was all he could eek out, before blocking his face with his hands, “Aaggnnnnh!!!"

“Do not be ashamed, Mr. Connors. This is a natural reaction to have with your lover," Erica said before giving him a sly wink, “What's wrong? Are you ashamed to be aroused by my body?"

“N-no! That's not... that's not it at all!"

“Ohohohohoho! That's good to know, Mr. Connors. I so do love an honest boy." hand sliding down to his cock, her fingers danced and twirled around the tip of it, “And this part of you is so painfully 'honest'. Ohoho~"

Even her touches through his pants were strong enough to trigger jolts in his body. Brendan shuddered upon her desk, incapable of holding in his lusts as his cock throbbed, and more precum was forced from the tip. But Erica did not stop touching him. She kept sliding her hand up and down his length through his pants, furthering along this torturous pleasure she was putting him through.

Torturous pleasure... aaahh...

But this went on for only a few moments that felt like forever. Her hand tracing up, Erica casually and easily undid his belt, and then unbuttoned his pants, and finally unzipped it. All of it was so easy, so nonchalant, and yet it all culminated in Brendan's open fly. All Erica needed to do now was pull slightly, and--

Fwump...

“There... oho!"

Exposed to everyone in the classroom was Brendan's hard, long, thick, cock. Befitting a young man of his age and virility (clumsiness aside), it had an impressive length and was incredibly hung, reaching up to the sky like a tower. Along its side ran splintering veins, its head was thick and bulbous, and from its tip oozed his shimmering precum. He had produced so much since the start of this all, that it had oozed down his dick and covered it in a glossy sheen.

That didn't stop Erica from gripping his length by the base, and stroking it along the shaft. Up and down, over and over again, the totalitarian teacher pumped her hand along Brendan's cock, who panted softly beneath her. Her palm was so soft, yet her grip was so strong, and her fingers were so long. With ease she handled his cock, performing a handjob he'd never forget.

As if anyone could forget this.

“Pay attention, class," Erica announced, gazing upon the red faces of her students without flinching, “A male's penis is a very important tool, as I'm sure you're all very aware of. The hilt... the shaft... and the glands... and of course..." she tapped his slit, “The precum, from which ooze out a lubricant that helps in sexual penetration... when the time comes. But first things first, I must do my job and teach you the importance of foreplay. Sex is more than just penetration and procreation. There's a lot of fun to be had before the main event."

“Like... um... b-blowjobs?" muttered a student, making Erica nod.

“Yes, like blowjobs, Mr. Cartwright! Although, I prefer the term 'fellatio'. So... how about I show you what proper oral sex looks like on both ends."

“Both... ends...?" Brendan repeated, causing Erica to turn around and face him.

“Oh... you'll see what I mean," she replied.

He wasn't given much time to decipher what her words meant as the haughty hare leaned in close.

“Mmff!"

“Mmm!"

Her lips pressed to his, drawing him into a kiss that quelled whatever embarrassing thoughts were going on through his mind. The taste she gave him, the spit, the heat; it all flowed right into Brendan's awaiting mouth. He hummed and moaned against her, while her tongue casually disarmed the locks of his awaiting mouth. It traced his tongue, stroked his gums, danced upon his teeth, then pulled back, drawing a sliver of glittering drool along with her tongue.

Her purple eyes locked in on his face, she wore a blatant smirk that told him one thing and one thing alone...

Get ready.

And then she descended down.

Before the entire class, Erica got on her knees before Brendan and his cock. Gently she realigned her glasses, and then got a good look at the member she was working with. Again, it stood tall between his legs like a tower, throbbing and pulsating with need and desire. Such a randy young man! It made her giggle!

It had been a while since she was with someone so young.

Smiling up at Brendan as his cock throbbed before her face, Erica placed her hands on his thighs, massaging them gently to help quell the randy young man. He could only babble nonsensically back, wondering what he did in life to end up in this position.

Not that he was complaining. Confused and embarrassed yes, but not complaining.

Drawing her hands in, Erica's hands seized upon his cock, with one hand cupping his balls, and the other gripping his shaft. Working her fingers in tandem, the haughty hare fondled his balls and also stroked his cock, sending pleasure surging straight from the hilt to the tip.

“Aaaahh!" Brendan moaned, his head leaning back while his hands gripped the edge of her desk.

“Watch, everyone!" Erica said, her lips in a smirk, “Don't twist the cock too hard, nor grip the balls too strong either. You have to find a comfortable rhythm to it, and handle your partner with care. The sex organ is filled with far more sensitive nerves than most other areas of your body, as I'm sure you know. You don't want the sex to be discomforting. Unless, of course, that's what your partner desires. Like..." Grip! “So!"

“AAAHH!?"

Brendan nearly fell back as Erica's handle on his body grew stronger. The once steady pace she had suddenly began to ramp up, with her hand twisting hard around his cock, and her grip growing twice as strong. Of particular note was the area between her thumb and index finger, which she used to grind and twist around the bottom of his glands. Erica had expert control over her hands, which gave her expert control over Brendan, allowing her to do whatever she pleased to the nubile young man.

But that's not all!

Biting into her bottom lip as a grin appeared on her lips, the haughty hare released her grip on Brendan's balls, but only so she could bring her hand up. With one hand still stroking his shaft, she pressed the palm of her other to the head of his cock, and began to spin it around and around and around! The sticky precum he produced was smeared not only upon her palm, but upon the head of his dick as well, causing it to glisten in the light of the classroom around it.

This was intense! Too intense! This went well beyond the meager masturbation he indulged in at night, and for a virgin like him, it made Brendan sputter. He tried to keep his voice in, tried desperately not to moan, but Erica wasn't sparing him in the least bit!

“AH! AAAHHNN! GHRRAAAH! HAAAAH!"

Falling back on the desk with his legs spread wide, he covered his face with his arms, while loud and shameless moans kept leaving his lips. All of it was heard by his fellow classmates, but not one person said a word. There may have been a few whispers here and there, but it was quickly shushed by another student.

Everyone just watched.

“CUMMING!" Brendan cried out as spit oozed from his lips, “AAAAH! C-CUMMING!"

He could feel it surging within his loins. Erica's handjob was too good; he was going to climax on the spot! And she knew this! She toyed with him more and more, brought him to that blissful high! And yet, before he could spray his seed into her awaiting palm...

“Hmph..."

“FWAAAH!?"

She released him.

From a thousand to zero, Brendan was left gasping on Erica's desk. His eyes were wide, his legs were spread, and all he could do was babble 'What!?' and 'Why!?' again and again and again. Erica meanwhile licked her palm clean of his precum, appearing as refined and professional as ever. She did this for several seconds, before opening her eyes and trapping her student with her powerful gaze.

“Remember class, do try to hold yourself back from an early climax," she announced, though Brendan knew this was directed towards him specifically. And as if that wasn't clear enough... “This is important for you boys; I doubt your future lovers will enjoy a quick shooter."

Couldn't she cut him some slack? This was literally his first time, and it's clear Erica wasn't sparing him in the least bit!

But no... she clearly enjoyed making him suffer like this!

Placing her hands on Brendan's thighs again, Erica fixed him in place, while she again fitted herself between his legs. Then her hand came over, palming one side of his cock and gripping it tight. He twitched, but said not a word, instead watching as the haughty hare tapped his cock against her cheek.

Once... twice... thrice...

“Mmmff!"

Much like Erica's body before, Brendan's cock was hot and musky. When his cock traced along her nose, she took in the powerful scent of a horny young man. There truly wasn't an odor like it.

“Snnifff... mmmph~"

The smell brought a lustful smile to Erica's lips, and guided her to purse them... and then bring them over...

“Mmmf... chu... mmfff... chu... mmff..."

Again and again, the totalitarian teacher planted kisses to the side of Brendan's cock, drawing sharp gasps from him. He felt those same lips kiss him not too long ago. Now they were staining his cock with her lipstick in sinful little lip-shaped smears. Again...

“Chu..."

And again...

“Mmm... chu..."

And again...

“Chu!"

Then her lips pulled back, and her head shifted up. Brendan knew what was coming next. That mouth and those thin lips, they took aim with his cock, and then pushed dooooowwwwwn.

“Mmmfff!"

“OHHO-HOAAAAH!"

He honestly didn't mean to sound that pathetic, but could you blame him!? His cock was sliding into Erica's mouth!

The totalitarian teacher pushed it in deep, cradling the underside of his cock with her tongue, while the roof of her mouth pushed down from the top. Her teeth too plucked and teased at his dick, trailing along his veins before coming down to the midpoint of his shaft.

But it was clear she could go deeper.

With her mouth full of cock, Erica looked up at Brendan, who stared back with his mouth agape. Then she smirked, lording her sexual prowess over the pitiful young man. He couldn't even speak before she gave an audible--

“Slurrrrrrp!"

“Aaaaah!?"

Bobbing her head up and down, Erica sucked upon Brendan's cock, loudly slurping the sweat and precum right off of him. It danced in the air of the classroom, while the totalitarian teacher pushed out her peach-shaped ass. Left and right it swayed in slow, taunting strides, while she her tongue began to twist and twirl around Brendan's member. He could feel it trace the glands of his cock, run along the bottom ridge, and then dip slightly into his sputtering slit. Each movement drew a buck and a twitch from her student, who could barely keep himself together!

His taste. He had this salty, bitter taste to him... but also this sweetness that was laced this spice. That sweetness was the taste of a virgin boy, and that spice was his virility as a randy male. It caused Erica to pump her lips on his cock all the more, getting deeper into her fellatio as moans flowed through her, and rumbled upon his cock. At the same time, she gripped her tit, squeezing and kneading herself to further along her own pleasure.

And yet that still wasn't enough!

Erica began pushing down again, guiding his cock along her tongue, and eventually into her throat. Tight and constricting, he felt her moist tunnel wrap around his dick like a perfectly fitted glove. Her hot breaths tickled his length, while her drooling spit lathered him, all while she swallowed his cock whole.

But this was more than just for his pleasure; this was a show for the entire class! Sliding in closer to better hold his dick hostage, Erica began swaying her hips and ass with more speed and bounce, flaunting her butt to the class around them. Fellatio was more than just the pleasure for the receiver, despite what some may say! The giver could enjoy the act too!

As she held his cock hostage with her throat, Erica parted her legs for everyone to see. Then her hand slid down between her legs and dipped underneath her stockings. The heat collected between her thighs, was as incredible as it was moist. Her pussy was on fire, and now her fingers were there to help quell some of that lustful blaze.

Everyone could see it, even through the film of her stockings. Her fingers were toying with her pussy, pleasuring herself as she sucked on his cock. To most, this action my be truly slutty and shameless, but when Erica did it, she was almost refined. Maybe it was the face which showed such control and restraint as she sucked his dick, or how relaxed her body was. Or maybe everyone was just so overwhelmed with lust that no one seemed to care!

Yeah... that sounds about right!

Brendan wanted to cum. No, he wanted to climax! He wanted to orgasm! He wanted to shower, no, he wanted to flood Erica's throat with his spicy, randy, spunk!

But he didn't.

More accurately, it's more like he purposefully held himself back. Despite everything in his body telling him to cum, his mind proved superior. And why? Because of Erica, and what she said before.

Remember class, do try to hold yourself back from an early climax. This is important for you boys; I doubt your future lovers will enjoy a quick shooter.

No matter how much he wanted to, he just couldn't cum, not until the haughty hare was satisfied. Yes, while she may be between his legs with his cock down her throat, the totalitarian teacher still held power over him. And how?

With her look alone.

Erica's purple eyes opened, and they leered up towards Brendan's warbling face. She did more than just direct him with her voice, she controlled him with her looks alone. Even as she sucked his cock. Even as she swallowed his cock. Even as his cock was given the intense pleasure of feeling such a perfect mouth wrap around it. Even though he was a virgin. Erica did not allow him to cum.

Then she stopped.

And she slooooooowwwwwwllllyyy puuuulllllleeeeeeddd baaaaaaaack. And then she gave a loud--

“Slurrrrrrrrp!"

Followed by a wet and lewd,

Pop!

Erica's mouth pulled off from Brendan's dick causing him to drop and gasp for breath. For a moment, she appeared dissatisfied. It showed on her face, and she even crossed her arms in a thoughtful manner. But then she smirked, chuckled too, and looked up at her student where she gave him a coy wink.

“Good job," she praised, “I think Mr. Connors deserves a pleasant release following everything I've put him through!"

Oh fuck yes! The promise of being given a release from this torture was enough to make him smile in a delirious manner. Did she know how hard and how painful his cock was!? It had reached a length and width that it's never had before! Even in his most furious of masturbatory sessions, he's never been this hard.

But what was Erica going to do? How was she going to soothe him of this erotic affliction?

Well...

She leaned in, smiling at him with a face that wasn't as domineering as it was before. This unmistakable power still resonated from her, yes, but she wasn't using that power to overwhelm him. Instead, Erica extended her tongue, and let clear, gooey saliva fall from her maw. It trailed down her tongue, then broke off to fall upon her breasts.

And Brendan watched as those breasts came closer... and closer... and closer... until--

Plap!

On both sides, his cock was sandwiched between Erica's bosom. Her tits were both soft and large, easily handling his dick, and swallowing it in the heat of her body. Smirking still, the haughty hare leaned in, pinning Brendan to the desk, while she steadily rose up.

Shifting her back, Erica grinding and humped her chest against his dick, letting him feel the luscious texture of her tit flesh. He moaned, his voice quivering, but the totalitarian teacher was only getting started!

After a few more humps of her body, she stopped herself, and placed both hands upon her tits. Then she squeeeezed them, swallowing his length in the valley of her breasts. Together, she lifted her breasts up his length, rubbing it from the base to the glands... then she let them drop with an audible--

Plap!

“Ohohohohoho~!"

Again she raised her tits in unison, making Brendan melt and his toes curl, before letting her breasts drop again.

Plap!

“Aaaauughhh!"

Erica's handjob wasn't just perfect. Her blowjob wasn't just perfect either. Even her titjob was completely out of this world!

She did more than just rub his dick with her tits, and did more than just swallowing them. She began alternating her breasts, massaging his cock as one tit rose up, and the other went down. And then the other tit would go down, while the other rose up! All of it so controlled, so experienced, making Brendan melt more while she chuckled. Then she would lean in, letting him feel the full brunt of her firm tits as they crushed his dick like a pair of hot, firm marshmallows.

Ah... but he'd suffered enough, hadn't he? It was time to give the poor boy the release he so desperately needs!

Hugging her tits close, Erica sandwiched them hard around Brendan's cock, reaching a level of tightness that was almost comparable to her mouth! She started moving up and down with quick and strong thrusts, fucking her tits with his cock. The clinch, the squeeze, the spit, the sweat, and his near fountain of precum, it all created a lewd slide that cradled his dick as she moved up and down, up and down, up and down.

And then...

Updownupdownupdownupdownupdown!!!

“AAH-HAAAAH! HAAAAAH! AAAHH! OHHOOUUHH!!!" SPURRT! “AAAAHHHH!!!"

Thrusting his hips up between Erica's tits, Brendan launched a bullet of cum right up into the air. It had enough force to strike his teacher on the chin, making her flinch... and then smirk. But this mere bullet was followed by--

SPURT! SPURRT! SPURRT! SPLURRT!!!

“AAAHHH!!!"

Never have his orgasms been loud. Never have his orgasm been audible... period!

Blast after blast of cum came launching out of his dick, landing upon Erica's chin, splattering upon her neck and clavicle, and absolutely staining her glorious tits. Laying on the desk with his arm over his eyes, Brendan could barely think. His mind was awash with the greatest pleasure he's ever known as he covered his teacher's upper body with jizz.

White hot... copious... jizz...

“Mmmmmf! Ohoho~"

Erica didn't say a word. She just watched him recoil from his climax, while feeling it stain her body. So hot, so thick, so gooey, and so much! By the time he was done, the haughty hare's breasts were covered with spunk, which oozed upon the curvature of her bosom, slicked down to her nipples, then fell off to the floor below.

Pulling back, she caused his cock to slip out between her tits with an audible 'Shwip!', snapping some cum along with it. His pearly white seed oozed sensually down the curves of her bosom, while her finger drew over. Swiping some cum upon her digits, Erica brought it up to her lips and stuck it into her mouth.

Mmm... ah... yes... the virility of a young man. It was oh so good.

“Oh my, Mr. Connors," she said as she stood up straight, “So much seed!" and then she turned around, facing her shocked and embarrassed students without an ounce of shame, “Remember, class, don't be ashamed of masturbating. Especially for you boys! A healthy climax can reduce stress, anxiety, and even reduce your chances of getting prostate cancer. Of course... don't do it so much that you run the risk of becoming a masturbation junkie. Ohohohohohoho!"

Erica's powerful laugh whipped everyone into shape, though no one could say a word. How was their teacher standing there with cum on her tits, and laughing about it!? How did that make her even more scary than she already was!?

“Ah... oh... right... I almost forgot," said Erica as she walked over to behind her desk, bending over to open up a mini-fridge she brought just for Sex Ed. Why? Because inside of the mini-fridge...

Thunk! Thunk!

Were bottles of water!

She pulled out two, one for herself, and one for Brendan... though he was still recoiling from his climax to care.

“Remember, class, do stay hydrated, even in sex," she said as she popped the top to her bottle of water, “Now then... mmmfff..."

Then she drank it, ounce by ounce. That's 23.7 ounces of ice-cold water, or 700 milliliters, all gone in a matter of seconds.

“Aaaah... lovely... oh... ohoho! I feel rejuvenated already!" she said as she looked over, “Mr. Connors?"

“Nnghh...! Nngghyaaah! Haaaah... y-yeah...?"

“You might want to drink that water... we're not done yet."

“We... aren't...?"

“But of course not," Erica stated as a coy smirk appeared on her lip, “Sexual intercourse is more than just foreplay, no matter how good the foreplay may be! Please, do not try to shortchange your partner by stopping when you've finally had your climax. You're not a selfish lover, are you, Mr. Connors?" she then swept her eyes to the rest of the class, and the stunned, blushing faces they wore, “And that goes for the rest of you! Please try not to perform the sexual equivalent of a dine and dash! Male, female, it matters not; a bad partner is a bad partner regardless. So..." she looked back at Brendan, “Drink up, Mr. Connors!"

“Ghgghh!"

For as red with embarrassment as he was – and still is – Brendan still paled at the realization that this was going to keep going. Erica did know he was a virgin, right? This was way too much stimulation all at once for him!

Reaching for that bottle of water given to him, Brendan popped its top then pushed it to his lips, guzzling it down like he'd just got done running a marathon. Some water even splashed out of his lips, falling upon his chin and staining his shirt! The sight of him drinking so fervently made Erica giggle, and her little tail flutter.

“Pace yourself, Mr. Connors," she said in a teasing manner, “We don't want you waterboarding yourself."

Her words fell on deaf ears. He just kept drinking and drinking and drinking and drinking, until there was nothing left in that plastic bottle. Then he dropped it and panted, while Erica grabbed his bottle and hers, tossing it in a nearby bin.

“Remember to recycle, class! Ohohohohoho!"

With their drinks finished and bodies rehydrated, Brendan sat on on the desk with his legs spread and cock hard. Ah, the wonders of youth. Even after suffering the greatest climax of his life, he remained firm and ready for more. Though in all honesty, he himself was shocked with how stiff his cock was.

Again, he could not think about this for too long. Erica's hands grabbed his body, pulling him straight up as she gripped the buttons of his uniform. One by one by one she undid them, her hands working at a far greater pace than he could ever muster. Why oh why was she so good at undressing? Not just herself, but him as well? It reminded him of a lewd joke he's heard once.

Rabbits are in heat all around the year.

Before Brendan knew it, he was sitting on Erica's desk completely naked before the entire class. The pungent air of sex still wafted in the air, despite the fact that nothing too extreme had happened yet. Erica stunk of his cum, which still oozed down her chest and breasts, while he was covered in a glossy sheen of sweat. But even through his sweaty odor and cum, he could smell his teacher. Her perfume mixed with her own sweaty body, but there was now an added spice to it. And that spice? That was the smell of her pussy.

Stuck in place, Brendan nibbled softly upon his bottom lip as trepidation took over him. Why? Because he knew what was coming next; everyone knew what was coming next.

Her hands on her hips, Erica cracked her neck one way, cracked it the other, and then slowly kicked off the heels on her feet. As they clicked against the floor, her hands slipped down to her waist, gripping her stockings by the waist. So elastic; they clung to her hips and curves like a glove... but they've served their purpose.

Inch by inch Erica pulled down her stockings, revealing more of her flesh to her starry-eyed students. She remained as confident and as professional as ever, not even flinching at their gazes. To her, this was just another lecture like so many she's given throughout the school year.

And then her stockings slipped off her dainty feet. Pulling it into her hands, she balled it up, and then dropped it with the rest of her clothes on the floor. There Erica stood, completely naked before her classroom with nothing but her elegant, lacy panties to cover her modesty. Everyone could see her... everything. Her illustrious figure with her slim waist, her wide hips, and of course, her shapely and busty breasts, which were so soft while also being firm enough to not bend.

Oh yeah... and the cum dripping off of it too. There's that.

Perhaps Erica was – for a lack of a better wording – feeling herself at the moment. Why? Because she bent over. One hand rested on her hip, the other hand on her knee, and her tail fluttered about like a jittery, over excited bug. And in this position with him behind her, Brendan got an unfiltered and flattering view of her ass. The peachy shape, the wide size, the curvature; all of it was right there in front of him. The only thing blocking his view was the elegant panties she wore, which framed her butt like a majestic portrait.

Audibly, Brendan could hear himself breathing as he drank in the image of Erica's backside. His nostrils were flaring wide as his rhythm was strong and needy. He just wanted to reach up and grab it, reach up and touch it, reach up and spank it.

But above all – above all – he wanted to fuck it.

And Erica knew it. Erica knew she was the object of lust for her desperate, desperate student, and it brought a smirk to her face. Such an innocent, yet still naughty boy.

There were still some things she needed to teach her students.

“Mr. Connors~" the totalitarian teacher spoke, her voice not sounding powerful and domineering, but instead sounding... honey-soaked. If words could be as sweet to the ears as sugar is on the tongue, then that's what Erica's voice sounded like right now. Sweet, and dipped in ambrosia.

“Mr. Connors~" she said again, “Take it off of me... take my panties off."

Brendan... was a very clumsy young man. He was often stumbling over his own two feet like he lacked a sense of balance, and he often times second-guessed himself on common things. What underwear should I wear today, what do I want to eat, what show should I watch, what game should I play. But right here and right now, with Erica's sonorous voice flowing into his ear, he knew exactly what he wanted – what he needed – to do.

Getting off of the desk, he reached out for the haughty hare and placed his hands on her hips... then he fell forward, his face landing on her back.

“Mmm~!"

But Erica didn't push him off, nor did she say a word. Instead she placed one hand atop his hand, clutching his palm on her hip. The other hand reached up to press against the side of his head, nuzzling him more against her back. Glancing over her shoulder towards Brendan, brought a smile to Erica's lips.

He looked so... dazed. And yet, there was an unmistakable passion emanating from him, and unmistakable need. He needed her.

“Ohoho... don't be afraid to speak lovingly to your partner, class" Erica stated as she began to rock her hips against Brendan's pelvis, stimulating his cock as it laid sandwiched between her ass, “Pleasure can be derived from more than just touch. Smell, taste, vision, and of course, sound. Don't be afraid to use all five senses to your best. Like so..." looking over her shoulder towards her captive student, she batted her eyes at him and whispered, “You feel so good, Brendan~ nmmmm~ your cock's so big~"

“Gglk!?"

He didn't know if she was merely putting on a show or the other students, if she was just saying whatever came first to her head, or if there was some truth to her erotic words, but dammit, did it send a surge through Brendan's body! Erica was right; pleasure can be derived from more than just touch! Hearing her voice dance into his ears caused his entire body to burn!

Pursing his lips, he kissed and licked at Erica's smooth neck, making her laugh as her cotton tail fluttered and ears perked up. Down below, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her panties, hungrily pulled them down her shapely legs, guided them to her feet, and when he did...

Ah...

There before everyone was Erica's beautiful pussy. A woman who clearly took great care of herself, the totalitarian teacher's womanhood had nicely shaven pubic hairs above it, and from her southern lips oozed her glowing nectar. It streaked down her thighs and fell upon the floor; these sinful webs of her drenched honey pot.

With her panties now removed, the haughty hare's odor was free to permeate the classroom. It didn't matter if you had a front row seat to the action, or were all the way in the back; everyone could smell Erica's odor. It was powerful and intoxicating, further increasing the heat in the classroom.

Erica was naked; completely and utterly so. But she still moved with power over her star-struck students, not even trying to hide her mature and naked body. If anything, a part of her indulged in their stares. Male, female or otherwise; it did not matter. In that moment, everyone was glued to their teacher's body. Fawning over it, lusting over it, all as she laughed.

Then she reached back, placed her hand on Brendan's shoulder, and pushed him away.

“Gaah?"

Naturally, he stared at his teacher with a confused look in his eye, while she casually sauntered over towards her desk. Climbing upon it, Erica turned around to face her class as she sat on her desk... then she lifted and spread apart her legs. Before everyone – Brendan included – the voluptuous lapine sensually stroked her fingers along her flat stomach, and then down towards her pelvis. Around and around her dainty digits danced upon her pussy, before forming a 'v' at its sides... and then spreading it apart.

“Hyaaaaah~ take a good, nice look, class," Erica said, before biting into her bottom lip, “Mmmfuah! Especially you boys. This right here..." she tapped her clit, “Nngh~! This is a woman's clitoris. It is very sensitive. Stimulating it can be quite the pleasure for a partner if done well, though it can also be incredibly painful if you don't know what you're doing. And this..." her middle finger dropped down, “Right here, this tunnel?" and she pushed it inside of herself, “Nnghh~! This... is the vaginal opening. This is where your penis goes. Hyaaaaahhh~"

Sluck! Shluck! Shlip! Squlch!

That noise? That sinful, dirty, slick noise? That was the sound of Erica's finger as she pushed it in and out of herself.

Panting softly, the totalitarian teacher masturbated for her class, showing everyone exactly what it looked like. The way her pussy clinched around her finger as it delved in, the juices she produced, the sounds she made; nothing was spared.

Honey streaked down Erica's digits and stained the smooth surface of her desk, while her other hand came up to grip one of her breasts. Gently kneading herself, the totalitarian teacher groped her tits to further along her self-pleasure, causing her pussy to get hotter... wetter... tighter. Her index finger joined her middle finger, with the two plunging in and out of her sweltering cunt. At first they were together; pushing in, pulling out. But then she began alternating her fingers, triggering quicker and louder noises from her lewd pussy.

“Aaahhahahahaha~ Ooooohhh...! See class? Mmmph...! Don't be afraid to masturbate."

How could she be so calm? As her lewd show continued, Erica didn't break character. Sure, there were a few changes in her body, but they were all slight. A shiver here, a twitch there, a moan of a higher pitch. But nothing stopped her masturbation; she didn't even slow down! No... it was getting more intense!

Gripping her tit, Erica's fingers sank into her bosom, before lifting it up. Her nipple – so hard and perky – stood tall like a tower. There was still some of Brendan's cum oozing down its surface, which further spurned the haughty hare too--

“Mmmff!"

Suck on her own tit.

Eyes closed, Erica suckled down on her own nipple, cleaning it of her student's cum as her self-pleasure continued on. Even more her pussy triggered those loud and lewd noises, the heat she built up now traveling through her entire body. Quick pants left her muffled mouth, and her expression grew somewhat intense, almost as if she'd bring herself to climax!

But Erica didn't.

Pop!

“Aaah! Ohoho~"

Letting her tit pop from her mouth and jiggle back in place, the totalitarian teacher stared down her body towards Brendan's awestruck face. He said nothing as he was far too focused on the erotic display going on before him; everyone was. But Erica pulled her fingers from her cunt, and flicked her juices right on his face, making him flinch.

“Mr. Connors," she said, “Aren't you forgetting something?"

“I... I am...?" he muttered, to which she chuckled.

“I seem to remember making it known that we would show the class what oral sex looks like on both ends," she explained, “So why don't you please come here and show the class how to perform the act of cunnilingus."

“Cunni... lingus...?" he muttered.

“Haaah... stimulate my vagina with your mouth and tongue, Brendan," she explained, “Do not worry; I'll help you through it."

“You want me to... stimulate your vagina... with my mouth and tongue," he repeated in a matter of fact manner, “I... I uh... I... hmm..."

He was hesitant... but that hesitancy was beaten out by shear, erotic desire. On his unsteady feet, Brendan walked up to Erica, then fell down on his knees before her and her sweltering cunt. Fuck, the heat she emanated was comparable to a furnace, and she was so damn wet too! It dripped upon her desk, and carried with it this intense odor. But as he was beginning to learn himself during this 'lecture', Brendan really liked her smell.

Mirroring what she did with him earlier, he placed his hands on her thighs to help make space for him. Then his face drifted near, his eyes closed and his nose--

“Snnniiiiffffffff!!!! Aaaahahhahahahah!"

Yup! Uh-huh! Yup! Oooooh, that smelled so fucking good!

Shamelessly, Brendan pressed his face and nose up against Erica's folds, taking in heavy whiff after heavy whiff of her erotic scent. Grinning, the totalitarian teacher twirled her bang around her finger, while her other hand fell to the back of his head. She didn't force him deeper against her cunt, but she did gently groove and stroke her fingers through his hair.

“Wh... what does it smell like?" asked a student, making him shiver.

“It smells like... sniifff! It smells like... snnifff! Haaah! It smells like... honey!"

It smelled like honey? Quite the apt comparison. Erica's honey smelled like... honey! Hearing him say that made the haughty hare laugh in a boisterous manner, finding his response both flattering and cute. Brendan said it without an ounce of shame. What he said was the truth in his eyes.

Erica's pussy smelled like honey.

“See, class? Like I said before, using your other senses can be just as pleasurable as touch. Smell included," Erica remarked before locking her eyes in on Brendan, “And after smell comes taste, Mr. Connors."

“Taaasstteee..." he groaned back in a near lust-drunk manner.

Pulling back, he watched as Erica again placed her fingers upon her pussy, then spread her folds apart. The deep, moist, pink recesses of her pussy were exposed to him. The labia minor, the clit, and of course, the vaginal tract that went deeeeeeeeep. That tunnel she was once fingering was now beckoning him in near, desperate to feel his mouth and tongue. And with how he was drooling, he was desperate to taste her.

So why bother hesitating?

Brendan closed his eyes, opened his mouth, and then descended doooowwwnnn.

“Nnommph...!"

“Oooh~!"

His mouth perfectly sealed around Erica's mature cunt, feeling her folds and heat press back against him like her lips did earlier. Only this taste was not the taste of her tongue. This taste was that of her pussy, and her pussy was glorious.

Erica's tangy honey oozed into his awaiting mouth, staining his teeth and tongue. The taste made him shudder and then groan, a sound which reverberated further through the haughty hare's body. She chuckled, then groaned herself, filling the air with her mature voice.

“Hiiyaaaahhh! See class? Be sure to pay attention to Mr. Connors, and how I lead him," Erica called, before looking down to his head between her legs, “Okay, Brendan. Don't be afraid. Stick your tongue inside of me~"

Her airy voice sent chills down his spine, which was quickly melted by the heat of lust inside of him. Again and again, her words danced in his ears. Stick his tongue inside, stick his tongue inside, stick his tongue inside. That's what she wanted him to do.

So that's what he did.

“Nnngghh!"

Shlrrp!

“Hiya-haaah~!"

Brendan's slimy tongue lapped against Erica's pussy, getting a more definite taste of her cunt. She felt her smooth mound bend softly against his tongue, and then twitch, as if to further beckon him in deeper. An involuntary moan left him as her pussy danced on his tongue, guiding him to be more courageous.

Placing his thumbs to the sides of his teacher's folds, Brendan prying them apart, opening up more of her pussy so that his tongue could push inside. It slipped, it slurped, and he felt her hot and moist tunnel begin to clinch upon his invasive muscle.

“Nngghhh!" he moaned, causing Erica to shudder.

“Hiiyyyynnn~ like that, Brendan," she whispered so lovingly into his ears, “Keep working your tongue inside. Mmmph~!"

Her taste! Her sharp, hot, passionate, taste! It glided down his tongue and went straight into his throat. Now more than ever Brendan was moaning as he drank down his teacher's juices, indulging in her body like it was the greatest of vices! Ironic then that it's now where his clumsiness was at its best!

As his hungers overtook him, Brendan wildly lapped at Erica's cunt. His tongue pushed in as deep as it could go, spearing apart her folds and running along her ridges. Deeper... deeper still! He needed to reach the deepest depths of her pussy, for that's where her flavor was its greatest! And when he got that flavor – when it traveled into his awaiting mouth – Brendan moaned into her body. This glorious taste was intoxicating!

“Mmm! Mmmm! Mmmph! Nnnn!"

His moans flowed into her cunt, traveled through her body, and brought--

“Hiyaaaah~"

From her lips!

Before the entire class, Brendan dined on Erica's pussy. He hungrily licked, slurped, and ate it out as if they were alone in a bedroom. It was wild, it was clumsy, but it was so fucking lewd! And for Erica--

“Nmmph! Ohoho~"

It felt good.

Brendan was trying so desperately to please his teacher, pushing his tongue as deep as it could g, before pulling it back. He even swirled his tongue around her labia, before lapping it upon her clit... and then delved it back in! The longer this went on, the better he got in the art of cunnilingus. Like being tossed into the deep end of a pool and instinctively learning how to swim.

Though that analogy might not work too well. Why? Because Erica's folds were drowning him!

The totalitarian teacher kept her hand on the back of his head, not letting him move as he ate out her cunt. He could breathe through his nose, but that only caused her odor to further fill his nostrils, dominating his senses; all of them.

His taste, his smell, his sight, his feel, even his sound; all of them were dominated by the totalitarian teacher and her haughty body!

“Hiyoooooh...! As you can see, class, Mr. Connors' tongue is inside of my vagina," Erica stated, not even flinching as she described everything, “It's pushed past my labia minor, and is delving deep into my opening. Hnnghh~" raising a hand, she clinched her bosom and tweaked her nipple, “Now then, at times you all may hear a rumor claiming that women cannot have an orgasm. I want you all to know that this is not true. Hyiaaaah...! A woman can have an orgasm just like any man can! Hiyooh... and I... want you all... to... watch!"

Squirrrt!

Did... did he make Erica cum? Was his nubile and frantic cunnilingus somehow good enough to make her climax? Or was she cumming to merely make a point? Did Brendan even care?

NO!

From her folds she launched this bridging arch of clear, feminine juices. It whipped up into the air and splattered upon Brendan's face, causing him to flinch and pull back. It was glorious! Everyone watched Erica's climax as she squirted hard all over her student's face and chest... and even a little bit on the floor. Her legs kept quivering following her climax, and her pussy twitched at the air, before finally trickling down and subsiding.

It painted across Brendan's face, staining him much like he did earlier with his own orgasm. Now more than ever Erica's odor overwhelmed his nose, and her taste danced on his lips and tongue. He swallowed that last bit down, then sat there, basking in the glory of a job well done.

He brought Erica to orgasm. Just thinking about it plastered a smile on his face.

But...

“Mr. Connnoooorrrss~"

They weren't done yet.

Her sonorous voice caused him to tense up and look forward, meeting Erica's purple eyes and the smirk on her lips. With one finger on her pussy to spread apart her fold, she continued flaunting her pink depths, while her other hand curled inward in a 'come hither' motion. She didn't need to say a word; he knew what to do now.

He got up on shaky feet and walked forward. The entire classroom was silent, so everyone heard his footsteps.

One...

By one...

By one...

His hands reached out for Erica, falling upon her hips and making her giggle. But she didn't say a word, didn't even shake her head. No, she lifted her legs up, exposing more of her pussy to him and the class. Brendan meanwhile pushed forward with his hips, causing his cock to press and then slip up against her moist mound. Giving a frustrated groan, he pushed up with his hips again, only to cause the same action; a slip and a miss. Now he was annoyed; why wasn't this working!? Was he doing something wrong?

“Ohohohohohoho!" Erica laughed, jolting him and the rest of the class, “Aaah! Oh...! Apologies, Mr. Connors. Watching you thrust up with your hips was just so... cute. Here, let me help you."

Reaching down, she draped her slender fingers upon the head of his cock, giving it a few tertiary strokes, before aiming it up properly with her pussy. Right here; the lower hole; her vaginal opening. Erica angled everything up for him, then traveled her hand up to his face and chin. Clutching him gently, she guided Brendan's gaze so that his blue eyes would meet her purple ones.

“Be sure to look your partner in the eye," said aloud the totalitarian teacher, though he swore it was directed at him specifically, “You are not randy beasts... though... I'm sure some of you will find sex like that to be more to your liking. Now then..." her eyes grew sharp, and her lips curled into a saucy smirk, “Push."

PLAP!

“Aaaauuugghhhnnn!"

This? This was ecstasy.

With one thrust, Brendan sent his dick deep into Erica's pussy, spearing apart her folds far better than his tongue did before. His thick, turgid member was as burly as it was strong, impaling the haughty hare with so much force, that she reclined on her desk. Clinching around him, her cunt was possessive as it subjugated him to her perfect folds.

The bumps, the grooves, the ridges; they all ran along his dick from the tip, along the shaft, and to the hilt as Brendan buried his dick inside of her. This pleasure was incredible, so much so that he lost all feelings in his legs and fell forward, his hands slamming down on the desk beside Erica as he pinned her down.

“Ohohohoho! So manly of you, Brendan," said the haughty hare in a jokey manner as his body laid atop hers, “Hmmm~ aaah..."

“How... how does it feel?" a meek voice called.

“Good question, Miss Saunders," Erica replied as she looked over Brendan's shoulder towards the rest of her stunned class, “For you girls, your first time doing this may be... painful. I'm sure you're all aware of your hymen, if you've been paying attention in class. Tearing it upon penetration will hurt and burn. For many of you, it will be incredibly discomforting. It was for me, I admit. So please, do not try to push yourselves too hard on your first time. And for you boys, do be sure to treat your partner with respect if you tear their hymen. You're not mindless brutes!"

Everyone drank in Erica's words, and everyone drank in the sordid image of Brendan with his cock stuffed into her pussy. Everyone did... well... save for Brendan himself! He really couldn't think at the moment as the tight and moist tunnel of his domineering teacher wrapped around his dick. It made him shudder, and a sliver of drool began oozing from his lips as his eyes became lidded.

Sex... was amaaaaazziiiinnnggg.

Looking up, Erica met Brendan's lust-drunk face, and smirked in a belittling manner. He was so cute as pleasure overwhelmed his senses! The poor boy probably couldn't think much beyond this moment! She needed to return him to reality; she still had a class to teach. So she placed her hand upon his cheek, moved her face in, and--

“Mmmf..."

“Mmmmmm!"

Their lips met as Erica kissed Brendan. Ever the skillful one, she was quick to move open his mouth, and slip her tongue inside. Previously, the taste of their lips was sweet... even innocent in a way. But now, it was hot and spicy! The totalitarian teacher could taste her own cunt on his lips, and likewise, he could taste his cock and cum on hers. It should be disgusting... but it wasn't! Brendan felt himself growing even more addicted to Erica's body, if such a thing was possible!

This kiss, this feeling... it was mind-numbing!

Hungrily, Brendan kissed his teacher more and more, not even noticing it as she pulled him upon the desk with her. Keeping his hands pinned to the sides of her head, he mounted her body, while she lifted her legs and draped them on his hips. It was only when Erica pulled back that he did likewise, his blue eyes gazing down her body to drink in the image of her sensual form.

This nude, divine body of the totalitarian teacher was pinned beneath him, her pussy impaled on his cock, and her purple eyes locked on his face. She had this smirk on her lips, and her arms wrapped around his neck, bringing him in closer. Their nose pressed against one another, her purple eyes pierced his soul, and her words traveled into his ears.

“Thrust."

That command made his eyes swell.

And he began to thrust.

Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat!

Silently, the classroom watched as Brendan guided his cock in and out of Erica's folds. They had a side profile shot of the two, fucking atop their teacher's desk. Every thrust of his surprisingly strong hips, sent a quivering wave through Erica's body. Her busty breasts bounce, and she lurched up slightly on the desk, but she never relinquished her hold around Brendan's neck.

Fuck she felt so amazing! The feeling of eating her out did not prepare him for the feeling of thrusting his cock into her pussy! She felt so much hotter now than she did before, and her cunt gripped on his cock with a vice-like power! Was this that 'tightness' he's heard of before? Brendan's always heard that age makes a woman 'loose' or whatever, but Erica clearly proved that theory wrong!

As he thrusted into her more and more, his pace grew stronger and faster. And that quickened pace made his hungers explode, making Brendan lean over and place his lips to the crux of Erica's neck. Like he did earlier that lecture, he licked and kissed and lapped at her flesh, making the totalitarian teacher laugh with a near orgasmic pleasure. He was so hungry for her body! Such a naughty boy!

His hands were at first flat against her on the desk, but after a few more moments, he moved them in to grope her. They gripped and seized upon her tits, squeezing them in and rubbing her hard nipples against his palms. Around and around in sensual circles he played with Erica's body, moaning aloud from the feeling, while his hips kept getting stronger!

PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT!

Brendan didn't know how or why he was able to go on so long, but one thing was clear; he was gonna fucking explode!

“M-M-M-Ms. Ecclesial!" cried a student.

“Hm? Yes, Mr. Cast?" Erica asked as she looked over towards her class.

“I-I-I...! I mean... w-w-we... we we... I-I... WE CAN'T SEE ANYTHING!!!" he blurted out through his embarrassment.

“You can't see anything...?" their teacher muttered quizzically, “Hmm... yesss... that does create a problem, doesn't it? Well then..." she looked back to Brendan, who was still hungrily thrusting into her pussy, “Oh my... so naughty, Mr. Connors. Mmmf!"

“Mmmm!?"

Again their lips met, with Erica quickly taking control. His thrusting coming to a halt, Brendan was moved back and pushed over until he was the one laying atop her desk. The totalitarian teacher pulled back, her tail fluttering and her ears twitching, as a teasing grin adorned her luscious lips. Then she turned, offering him a view of her back.

“I want you all to watch!" said Erica as she positioned herself atop Brendan's cock, “And pay close attention to what happens to a woman's body during the act of coitus. You may never get a view as flattering as this again, so be sure to take as many notes as you can."

Her legs spread wide apart, Erica squatted over Brendan's length while her hands sat on the desk to keep her upright. Her pussy pressed against the head of his dick, feeling the heat resonate from him and burn her up. This naughty, naughty boy; his cock was incredibly lewd and hard for someone so young! She needed to teach this thing a more special lesson unlike the rest of the class!

“This position would work wonders. Reverse suspended congress... though... minus the suspended part," Erica remarked before looking over her shoulder towards Brendan's stunned face, “Mr. Connors...?"

“Y... yes...?" he answered as he looked her up and down.

“Grab me by my thighs. That should help keep me in place while you thrust."

“Um... y-yeah!"

Doing as he was told, he reached under Erica and gripped her by her thighs, keeping her legs spread apart so that nothing could be hidden from the class' view. They watched as their teacher brushed her pussy against Brendan's cock, they watched as her fingers gripped it, they watched as she angled everything up, and they watched as she pushed doooooowwwwwwn.

Shluurp!

“Hiiyaaaaaaah~ oooooooh~"

“Aauuuughhh!"

Brendan leaned back as Erica's perfect pussy again wrapped around his dick, sinking all the way down to his pelvis, where her peachy ass rested atop his lap. Smiling, the haughty hare brushed her bang from her face, while her cotton tail gave a greedy shake. And then – for a few moments – they just sat there... until Erica said,

“You may thrust, Mr. Connors." PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT! “Hiyaaaahoh~! Oooooh~!"

Biting into his bottom lip, Brendan thrusted with all of his might into the totalitarian teacher's awaiting pussy. Now more than every, the classroom could see their teacher get rutted by her student. His thick, turgid member kept spearing and spreading apart her folds, her cunt oozed its nectar all along his length, and this mighty wave was sent through her body! But this time, they could all see the beauty on display that is Erica's body!

Her curvy figure, her tight pussy, her busty breasts, her mature face; no one would even dare look away! And Erica – a grin on her lips – leaned back, her eyes closed shut as a erotic moan left her lips.

“Hyaaaaahhhnnn~!" PATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPAT!!! “OH!?"

Brendan was ramping things up! At a blistering speed and no rhythm to speak of, the young man desperately swung his hips like a wild animal! What did Erica say before? That some of them may find fucking like randy beasts enjoyable? If sex was this good, this amazing, this mind-numbing, then yes, that's what he wanted to do! To fuck like a wild, randy beast! And he didn't care who saw it!

And he didn't care who saw him cum.

“Hyaaaahhnn~! Oh myyyyy~!" Erica moaned, her purple eyes wide as she stared down her body to where she and her student were connected. She could feel it. The twitches, the throbs, the pulsing. Brendan was about to cum! And with how deep he was buried into her pussy, he was going to cum inside of her!

With his virility, and his voluminous amount from before... oh my indeed!

“Class!" she cried as she looked up towards her stunned students, “Mr. Connors is about to climax. And with his speed and – nnghh! – power, there's a high chance that – hyaaahh! – he will climax inside of me! Haaah~! Haa~! Haaaah~! Oh yeesss~! Nnngh! Now... mmph! I want you all to watch the exact moment of orgasm!"

“A-aren't you going to pull out!?"

“Now what would I do that, Miss Silver?" she replied, shooting the feline a look, “This is the purpose of Sexual Edu – hyaaaahhn! – cation! To teach you what sex is like! And if that require he – nnnghh! – releases inside of me, then so be it!"

Was her answer crazy? Umm... YES! But this is Erica Ecclesial! No one dared to question her words! If she said she was going to take Brendan's cock until he climaxed, then fuck, she was going to do it; consequences be damned! All for her students, of course!

Though... was it really for her students?

PATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPAT!!!

Brendan clearly didn't give a damn! He thrusted, and rutted, and shot up with his hips as hard and as fast as he possibly could! He could feel the explosion coming! His balls drew up close, his length got even harder and longer inside of Erica's cunt, and with one last mighty--

THWAP!

“HYOH!?"

“Aaaauuuuughhhh!!!"

Brendan's jaw split open as he slammed his dick down to the hilt inside of his teacher's pussy. Internal 'Spurts!' and 'Glrks!' echoed out as he tanked the entirety of his balls inside of her cunt. The pink walls of Erica's perfect pussy were painted white with his seed, which rushed and stained every inch of her. And to think, this was his second load. Ah, the wonders of youth.

“NNGHH!"

Not that Erica could really focus on it much!

“Hyaaaaaaahhh-haaaaaah~!"

Squirrrrrt!

Again? YES! Again!

Erica's audible orgasm filled the air as she squirted not only on Brendan's cock, but now upon the floor of her classroom. Everyone watched as it reached with power and force, sprinkling in the air like a bridge of sin, then trickling and staining the floor.

The air was thick with the pungent odor of their combined climaxes, while they panted for breath atop their desk. Brendan's seed oozed out of Erica's spent cunt like sordid syrup, while her pussy marred his pelvis in a glossy sheen. Neither side said a word, and the class didn't either. Everyone just sat there, panting and breathing for air.

What the hell just happened?

Well...

RING! RING! RING! RING! RING!

“Oh dear! That's the bell!" Erica announced as she straightened up, “Ah! I got carried away!"

Pulling off of Brendan's sensitive cock with an audible--

Shlurp!

“Aaah!?"

She made her student slip off the desk like a wet blanket, and collapse upon the floor.

“Now class!" Erica said as everyone gathered their things, their faces red with embarrassment and arousal, “Now that Sexual Education is over, that means we will be returning to our regular curriculum this Monday. Graduation may be right around the corner, but that does not mean we are done with school."

How? How did she just get done fucking him, only to return to normal like nothing happened? Was Erica some sort of demon?

No one questioned it however. Maybe it was from shear embarrassment, perhaps it was from overwhelming lust, but everyone was as silent as a ghost. Stiffly, they all walked out of the classroom; one by one by one. Well... save for one.

Sitting there on the floor, Brendan struggled to parse together what just happened. He showed up late to class, and somehow, that class ended with him losing his virginity to his teacher. This... this was happening, right? He didn't hit his head earlier, had he?

The jury's still out on that...

Regardless, he sat there on the floor, his hand on his head as he replayed the events over and over again. Erica meanwhile gathered her clothes from off the floor, specifically putting her shirt back on her chest. But she stopped herself from buttoning it up all the way. Standing above Brendan, she caused him to look up at her as his cum slicked out of her pussy and traveled down her thighs.

There was a smile on her lips.

“Class dismissed, Mr. Connors."