Thread: Sexual Education (RoleplayMaster x The Supple Nail)

The female students straggled into the class, singly and in pairs, each totally unaware of the sexual breaking that awaited them in that room. There were even giggles and tittered conversations as they saw the cubbies near the door of the classroom, like they were in elementary school. None of them noticed that they were just doorless wooden cupboards instead of lockers. Privacy was to be a thing of the past. Each was labeled with a name and they all assumed that it was for their backpacks and books. They didn't yet know they were for every stitch of clothing that they wore. That changed once they reached their desks. The first thing they saw were the odd protrusions in their seats. Disbelieving laughter turned nervous and then died away as the un-spoken question circulated. Are we really expected to... But that question was answered by the lecherous smirks of the male students, the unflinching gaze of the teacher. Of course you are. Then the girls saw their rule sheets and various stages of disbelief showed as they scanned the rules. The personalities of the girls became clear in their responses. Jacquelin, the rebel, was the first to move, a smirk on her features as she roved the classroom with her eyes. Her gaze was hostile and defensive, hiding her nervousness as she dared the boys to laugh or lech, dared the girls to follow her. With a swift motion she pulled her black hoodie up over her head and let it drop near her desk. Her tattered t-shirt followed, the punk band that it endorsed looking up from the floor. She hesitated then for just a moment, eyes flicking nervously between the teacher and the boy that was her partner, before she unhooked her bra and let it fall to the pile. Her hands moved reflexively to cover herself but she forced herself to drop them. She smirked as she pulled down her jeans to reveal that she already wasn't wearing panties. She left her clothing in a pile on the floor and maneuvered herself over her seat. She looked straight into Mr. Tucker's eyes as she lowered herself onto the vibrator there. The other's followed suit. Sarah the bookworm and Trisha the bitchy transfer student followed her example with varying degrees of hesitation. Sara's face blushed bright red but she stripped out of her sweater and let her skirt fall to the floor, revealing her creamy legs. She bent to pick them up and fold them neatly into her cubby but realized how much of her that would expose and blushed again, crouching awkwardly to retrieve her clothing. Not that the maneuver did much to preserve her modesty. She reached back to unhook her bra but blushed again, too shy to go through with it. She instead went to stand meekly by her desk, her downcast eyes casting furtive glances at the thick dildo there. Trisha snorted at Sarah and stripped down quickly, shimmying her tight jeans down and tucking them way along with her blouse and underwear. As she slid her panties down her legs she sashayed her hips sexily, bending at the waist and shooting a competitive glance through her legs at Jackie. She crossed quickly to her seat and crouched over it for a long moment, playing the tip of the vibrator over her cunt lips as she positioned herself comfortably, then sinking down onto it and biting at her lower lip with the sudden feeling of penetration. While the others were moving Jessica and Kristen stood apart, watching the proceedings agape. Jessica seemed torn between following the rules and following her sister's example, her eyes filled with panic as they darted between Kristen, the undressing girls, and Mr. Tucker. In the end she followed Sarah, stripping to her bra and panties and tucking her clothing into the cubby labeled as hers. She moved to her seat and sat in it awkwardly, just on the edge, the vibrator pressing up against the back of her ass. She shifted uncomfortably, scooting forward so that she was just perched on the edge of the chair where it wasn't nestled between her ass cheeks. She hung her head shamefully, blushing and refusing to look at her older sister. Kristen alone refused to move. She folded her arms obstinately and leaned up against the doorway, her look of shock and disbelief fading to a scowl. I ain't doin' it. She spat, glaring at Mr. Tucker. When he asked who had no sexual experience Sarah and Jessica nervously raised their hands, glancing around shyly to see who else would.