College Sex Education-101
When the State College discovered the nature of Nurse Bonny
Organs course of instruction and canceled the class,
she had been invited by a nearby Sorority to, nevertheless
proceed with advanced sex education for todays free spirited
college girls.
Bonny Organ was employed in a high school district in Sexton,
a notorious free sex zone, and the State College correctly
concluded that Miss Organ had a agenda to debauch Americas
youth.
So Kappa Cuppa, a likewise notorious Sorority, scheduled
Bonny to conduct the semen-ar without having to worry about
restrictions.
Fortunately, the sorority had an enormous basement party
room, well outfitted with sofas, recliners, and dozens
of scatter cushions.
There was a bar in the corner with the rear leading into a
set-up kitchen stocked with enough libations for a Mardi
Gras, and 2 serving tables on wheels.
The class was scheduled to begin by 1:30 Friday afternoon
and was open ended, leading to a 3 day weekend (Monday being
a Holiday). So attendees who wished to put Bonnys sexual
guidelines into practice were invited to stay overnight
and beyond.
Bonny, a 33 year old, dark haired beauty with high cheekbones
on a very foxy face, and a wonderfully formed body with high-riding,
outcropping breasts, was dressed in a fur-lined teddy
with an uplift half bra, descending garter straps attached
to net stockings and high heels that caused her protuberant
buns to swivel and rotate with every step. She had gotten
tipsy at lunch.
Bonny stepped before the microphone on a small platform
and looked around the vast room. Over 40 young ladies were
in attendance, 17 from Kappa Cuppa, another 20 from other
sororities and 3 unpledged, female students.
The nearby fraternities had been invited, and the influx
(a word that would later gain more meaning on the vaginal
level) of 78 young males swelled the attendance to nearly
120 youths well equipped to carry out the mating function
of the human body. There wasnt a single young student in
that room who didnt have the urge to merge.
Hi kids! Bonny shouted,
Hi Miss Organ! came the response form near and far.
I see that many of you have arrayed yourselves amongst
members of your own sex. Were going to be doing some exercises
that will depend on boy-girl participation. So lets scatter
a bit until each of you young ladies is within touching range
of at least one of these hunky young men. And you men, too.
Some of you move out to make room for the ladies to move in,
and make it easier to us to have something close to a mix of
the sexes."
"Fine! Now you notice I didnt say genders; I said
sexes. Each of you wonderful young ladies is a representative
of her sex. You boys! How many of you like large breasts on
a woman? Stand up if you do. Aaahh, I see that thats about
half of you. OK, I want you to remain standing and those girls
who dont think their breasts are large, move over to one
of the sitting boys and take your tops off."
"And those of you who like the size of your breasts
either stay where you are or move over to near one of the standing
boys. Good! Good! Now, you can sit down."
Whats this? Ooohh ya, You large breasted ladies can take
your tops off two, but you men, hands off. Were not there
yet. Dont anyone undress any further. OK now. All you girls,
make sure you take your blouses and bras off and throw them
to the edge of the room or else you kids near me just toss them
by my feet. Either myself or one of the staff will retrieve
them and store them for safe keeping throught the party.
Ooohh yes! Let me announce that following this seminar,
Kappa Cuppa is throwing a party for us all; a party to last
at least into tomorrow. Im staying too; I wouldnt miss
out on it for the world. Can you all stay? GOOD! GOOD! So well
put all those ladies blouses in storage for the night."
Now, Im looking at BEAUTIFUL breasts scattered throughout
the room. No, Im not going to show you may mammaries yet
..
AAAWWW COMMON!
I really have to take my teddy off so theyll fall free,
and Im not ready to do that yetyou notice I said yet. Here,
Ill lift them over the edge of my corselet so you can see
the nipples. Yes, theyre hard. What did you expect with
all you lustful, young procreators to look at."
OK, now were ready to get going. Ladies! LADIES! Look
here, not at some man youre nearAND YOU GUYSWAIT! DONT
TOUCH THE GOODIES YET!
OK, gals, I want you to slide out of your jeans, skirts,
or anything from the belt down. Yes! That means your panties
too. Now, throw them wherever you tossed your tops, and
theyll be stored overnight. We have robes for anyone who
gets chilled later, but a few drinks will help keep you warm.
Now, ladies, I want each of you to look down at your pudendumOK
we wont play technical word gamesyour pussy. Whats
there? Yes some hair. OK. Imagine now, that you are a car.
Not HAVE a car; ARE a car!"
"Alright, I know you are not thinking along those
lines, but you can think of your pussy hair as being the door
to the fuel opening in the car, the gas cap is your labia,
or cunt flaps if you like, and the fuel tank as your vagina,
and the pipe leading down to it as your vaginal canal."
"Gas tanks need constant filling for the car to work,
and in the sex education field, studies have shown that
vaginas need for us ladies to do with them what our bodies
require of us, and that is to have vaginas filled from many
different sources.
"Speaking of sources, I want you guys to undo your
chinos, your jeans, or pants, slide out of them and your
jocky shorts and throw them to the sides or up here by me.
Well get to the shirts later, or else you can discard them
now if you wish.
Ladies, dont look yet! I want you to concentrate on what
Im telling you. Where do cars go to get their tanks filled?
Anyone? Yes, to a gas station, or more precisely, a gas pump
with a hose. And the hose on a gas pump is designed specifically
for the opening in the car. What does a hose deliver? Yes,
of course, gasoline.
How about your vagina? Where to you go to get that filled?
Thats rightfind a man! And a man, just like a gas pump,
has a hose, and it's designed to go in your opening.
And what does a mans hose fill a vagina with? Yes, the contents
of his testicles. Which you can readily look at.
"Now, look at the men next to you. Are their hoses ready?
OK we go from the divine to the ridiculous; when you fill
the gas tank of the car, do you thrust the hose in and out to
make the car feel good during the delivery? Yes, I can see
you perceive the humor in that. Thats because cars have
no feelings, but you ladies do have feelings.
Now, you guys, please allow us ladies a little leeway in
describing your function in filling our vaginas. Rather
than a gas pump, Ill tongue in cheekitll be somewhere
else laterall you man with those hard-ons I see all over
the room are cum pumps. Men dont just spill the contents
of their balls into your pussies, they thrustin and out,
in and out, in and out, in and out, many, many times before
their hoses flow into our insides, and we all like that,
dont we. We dont like it if the delivery is too quick.
DONT START TO PARTY YET! I have only a few more things to
say, and then Ive said it all, and we can all go for it. Now
ladies, How many different gas pumps with different gas
hoses fills any one cars tank during the lifetime of the
vehicle? True, your guess is as good as mine, but lets say
for 100, 000 miles perhaps 500 different hoses. AND I ASK
YOU! DOES ANYONE THINK LESS OF AN AUTOMOBILE THAT HAS BEEN
ATTACHED TO 500 DIFFERENT GAS PUMPS?
Now, look again at your pussies. Youre like new cars just
broken in, and you have the potential for that pussy you
are looking at to be attached to thousands upon thousands
of different men! Think of men as cum pumps that will thrill
your very being with the sensations we women can have if
we just LET OURSELVES GO!
How many different cum pumps have already filled your
vagina? You dont have to volunteer this information.
But does any young lady mind divulging that their vagina
has been attached to more than 2 dozen different cum pumps?
GOOD! I didnt expect that many responses. Well, even you
fortunate girls can at least double that number by the end
of the party that I can see is about to erupt.
Let me conclude by saying that (and now she has to shout
because sounds of coitus are beginning to drown her out)
THAT EACH OF YOU BEAUTIFUL WOMEN OWES IT TO YOUR YOURSELF
TO CONSTANTLY FIND MEN TO FILL YOUR VAGINA IN THE DELIGHTFUL
WAY THAT THEIR HOSES WORKIN AND OUT! IN AND OUT! AND AT PARTIES
LIKE THIS WE WILL ENJOY FOR THE WHOLE WEEKEND, KEEP YOUR
VAGINA OVERFLOWING FROM ALL THE HOSES YOU SEE IN THIS ROOM.
AND YOU WEAR OUT THESE MEN, MORE WILL ARRIVE! BELIEVE ME,
MORE WILL ARRIVE!
With that, Bonny undoes her teddy and it falls away to disclose
an utterly delicious pink skinned body with large, spiked,
conical breasts, a perfect hour glass figure and a jet black,
wooly mat of cunt hair over a swollen mound cloven by swollen
labia. She stood naked on the raised platform looking over
the crowd of naked bodies already humping or forming into
parings and love sandwiches. With one hand clasping a breast,
she inserts all 4 fingers of the other hand between her wet,
swollen labia and begins the plunging motion that makes
her flesh bounce as she screams, THATS RIGHT! DO IT! DO
IT! YEEUW FUCKERS DO IT! DO IT! DO IT! DO IT! DO IT! DO IT! DO
IT! EVERYBODY DO IT! DO IT! DO IT! DO IT! DO IT! DO IT! DO IT!
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