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Subject: {ASSM} Mrs. Fields - No Substitute for Sex Ed
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Mrs.  Fields - No Substitute for Sex Ed

   Mrs.  Fields, got a call for a substitute teaching job at a catholic
school for girls.  The teacher, Ms.  Moore, had asked for her personally to
assist her with a class science demonstration - her specialty.  Mrs. 
Fields had been recommended to her and Mrs.  Fields was very flattered.

   Ms.  Moore called her the night before and told her that the private
school had a dress code for teachers.  She needed to wear a button down
shirt and a skirt, and socks instead of pantyhose.  It was an old fashioned
outfit, and Mrs.  Fields was conservatively dressed when she arrived at the
class the next day, ready to teach.

   "This is Mrs.  Fields," Ms.  Moore told the first class as they entered.


   "Hello, Mrs.  Fields," called out twenty girls.

   "Today we are covering sex ed and we are lucky to have Mrs.  Fields to
assist me as she is an expert on the subject."

   Mrs.  Fields blushed to be called an expert sex education both from
being called an expert and the topic of sex.  But she was a trained science
teacher and she knew not to act embarrassed.

   Ms.  Moore held up a book 'Our Bodies, Ourselves.'

   "It is important as women that we know about our own bodies and are not
ashamed of them.  Isn't that right Mrs.  Fields?"

   "Oh, yes," Mrs.  Fields agreed.

   "Excellent, I will need your assistance in showing the class that this
is a serious subject and nothing to be embarrassed about." Ms.  Moore said.


   For the first half hour Ms.  Moore introduced them to the subject of
sex. She showed them pictures of genitalia, and used a chart to explain the
mechanics of sex.

   "Ok!  I think it's time for a practical approach to the subject.  It's
all very well looking at pictures and diagrams," she told them.  "But
nothing beats a demonstration.  Mrs.  Fields please come to the front of
the room."

   Mrs.  Fields walked to the front of the room and stood besides her.

   "Let's start with a quick quiz.  Tell me class, what is the most
prominent female sexual characteristic?" asked Ms.  Moore.

   The girls in the class looked confused at the question.

   "Can you help the class, Mrs.  Fields?"

   "Breasts," Mrs.  Fields said, proud to know the answer.

   Ms.  Moore smiled and said "Correct, breasts!  As you can see girls,
Mrs. Fields has very large breasts.  You girls might be jealous, but they
can be a burden can't they Mrs.  Fields?"

   "A burden?  Yes," Mrs.  Fields laughed at the little joke and to cover
her embarrassment at having the size of her breasts discussed in class.

   "To support their breasts, women wear bras.  Show the class your bra,
Mrs.  Fields."

   "What?" asked Mrs.  Fields.

   "As you said there is nothing to be embarrassed about our bodies, the
girls need to learn" Ms.  Moore said waving the book.

   Mrs.  Fields looked at Ms.  Moore and around at all of the girls faces.
Everyone was looking at her expectantly.  And it was science.

   Mrs.  Fields, hands shaking, started to undo the buttons on her blouse,
from the top to the bottom.  Once the buttons were undone, she looked at
Ms. Moore uncertainly.

   "Show the class your bra," Ms.  Moore commanded.

   Mrs.  Fields opened her shirt to reveal her white bra with full cups
that covered her breasts.

   "That is the bra of a woman with very large breasts," Ms.  Moore told
the class.

   There was a burst of snickering that made Mrs.  Fields blush.

   "That's enough of that!" Ms.  Moore glared at the girls.  "This lesson
is very important for your development into young ladies." She told them.
"You should pay attention to everything Mrs.  Fields shows you."

   The girls all craned their necks to look.  "Oh, you can't see it well
can you?" Ms.  Moore said.

   "Mrs.  Fields walk through the room showing the girls your bra," Ms. 
Moore commanded and Mrs.  Fields obediently walked down the row holding her
shirt open so the girls could look at her bra.

   "Breasts that large require underwire.  The cups will be stiff but
should not be uncomfortable if they fit right.  Girls see if you can feel
the underwire," Ms.  Moore said.

   The next girl in line reached out and touched Mrs.  Fields' bra.  As
Mrs. Fields passed, each girl reached out and stroked or pushed on her bra.
Her eyes closed as a girl slid one hand under the bra and started squeezing
her tit.  Then she realized where she was and pushed past to return to the
front of the room.  Her face was flushed and her pussy was wet.

   "No, don't cover your bra yet," she told Mrs.  Fields who had closed her
shirt but now obediently re-opened it.  "In fact, take it off so it doesn't
get in your way."

   Mrs.  Fields pulled off her shirt, folded it, and lay it on the
teacher's desk.

   "Now breasts are covered by bras," continued Ms.  Moore as if nothing
unusual were happening beside her, "but the other female part is the vagina
and that is covered by panties."

   Mrs.  Fields eyes widened as she knew what Ms.  Moore was about to ask
of her.

   "Mrs.  Fields, lift up your skirt and show the girls your panties."

   Mrs.  Fields obeyed the teacher's command without question this time. 
She pulled up her skirt from her ankles, exposing her knees and her thighs
and then her white panties.  And she did not hesitate when Ms.  Moore
commanded her to walk down the rows showing her panties to the girls.

   And so in her bra with her skirt hiked up to show her panties, Mrs. 
Fields walked up to each girl.  At Ms.  Moore instructions the girls
reached out to feel the panties.  They stroked the material and tugged on
the waistband.  Suddenly, a hand reached the base of her panties, and Mrs.
Fields gasped.  She was shaved bare and could feel the fingers pressing on
her labia.  They began to stroke her pussy gently in small circles.  Her
gasps grew louder and she pushed her hips forward against the hand,
increasing the pressure.  The thumb slid higher along her panties, finding
her clit through the material and stroked it.  Mrs.  Fields moaned louder
and then the hand moved away.

   Opening her eyes, Mrs.  Fields saw all of the girls staring at her. 
There was a wet spot on her panties and she could smell her sex. 
Fortunately Ms.  Moore was behind her and had not seen what had happened.

   "That is enough.  Come back to the front Mrs.  Fields," Ms.  Moore said.

   Mrs.  Fields walked to the front and turned to face the class, still
holding her skirt up to show her now soaking panties.

   "You can drop your skirt now, Mrs.  Fields," Ms.  Moore said.

   Mrs.  Fields dropped her skirt to cover her panties and legs and blushed
feeling foolish for having held it up when she had not needed to and
grateful to Ms.  Moore for reminding her.

   "Bras support breasts and are very important.  Let us look at large
breasts without a bra."

   Mrs.  Fields eyes widened as she knew what Ms.  Moore was about to ask
of her.  A moment passed.

   "Mrs.  Fields you were supposed to take off your bra, hurry up," Ms. 
Moore scolded her.

   Too embarrassed by the correction to think straight, Mrs.  Fields
unhooked her bra and pulled the cups off her huge breasts.  She slid her
arms out of the straps and dropped her bra on top of her shirt.

   "They are larger than yours, but they are anatomically the same," Ms. 
Moore said.  "They are soft and breasts this large sag.  Here, you can
touch them for yourself."

   Mrs.  Fields' face turned bright red.  Ms.  Moore nudged her arm and
commanded, "Go on!"

   Mrs.  Fields stepped forward and the girls reached out and fondled her
tits.  One girl lifted her hands to the heavy breasts and began to knead
them.  Another girl took the large nipples between her fingers and pulled
them outward and up, lifting Mrs.  Fields' heavy tits away from her chest.

   "Ow," Mrs.  Fields cried out, but did not push the hands away.

   "The nipples do stretch a lot," Ms.  Moore said, "but they are for
sucking on not pulling."

   The words were barely out of her mouth when a girl leaned forward and
sucked one of the nipples into her mouth.  Mrs.  Fields got more aroused as
another girl grabbed her other tit, and she didn't protest when the sucked
it into her mouth, chewing on the nipples with her teeth.  Mrs.  Fields
moaned and squirmed, the pressure building in her pussy.

   "That is enough Mrs.  Fields," said Ms.  Moore.  "You may take a seat."

   Ashamed but even more aroused and frustrated, Mrs.  Fields stepped back.
Her tender nipples stretched in the girls' teeth then popped out of their
eager lips.  She walked back to the front of the class and sat in the
teacher's swivel chair Ms.  Moore pointed at.

   "Gather round girls.There is one last part to look at," Ms.  Moore said.

   "Caitlin please take hold of Mrs.  Fields' left ankle.  Kathryn, please
take the right one.  Now gently lift them up and pull your teacher's legs
apart."

   Before Mrs.  Fields could object the girls lifted and spread her legs.
As they did, the chair tilted back at a 45 degree angle and her skirt fell
around her waist leaving her completely exposed.  With her legs spread
wide, the crotch of her soaked panties was visible to all.

   "Oops, we shouldn't have done that," Ms.  Moore said.  Mrs.  Fields had
a flash of hope fighting against her arousal.

   "Close her legs for a moment, but not quite all the way.  Sara, remove
Mrs.  Fields' panties so you can see her vagina."

   The girls pulled off Mrs.  Fields' panties and then lifted her legs once
again.  She was practically lying on her back, her legs in the air, topless
and with her bald pussy exposed to the class.

   Ms.  Moore bent down and continued the lesson.

   "As you can see, the adult female anatomy is the same as yours.  A woman
normally has pubic hair but Mrs.  Fields has shaved it.  That is a sign she
is a slut, which is nothing to be ashamed of.  The outside is not the
vagina, it is the labia, commonly called a pussy.  There is a little button
at the top if I can find it.  That's her clit."

   Ms.  Moore gently parted Mrs.  Fields' labia and stroked her finger up
and down her bald slit.  She pulled the pussy lips apart and explained to
the class what each of the various parts were.  Having explained the role
of the clitoris in sexual stimulation of a girl, she proceeded to rub Mrs.
Fields' clit.  Mrs.  Fields' head was already reeling from being tipped
almost upside down.  She shut her eyes, all of her focus on her clit as she
moaned with pleasure.

   Ms.  Moore stopped and Mrs.  Fields whimpered at the withdrawal of her
finger.  Then moaned again as a girl reached forward to stroke her.  It was
torment.  A finger would reach out and stroke her clit, some gently some
roughly, then pull away.  Mrs.  Fields tried to grind her pussy into the
hands but tilted backwards she could only wiggle futilely.

   Then a finger slipped into pussy.  Then a pair of fingers thrust in and
out.  Mrs.  Fields' entire being was centred around those fingers which
were pumping in and out of her desperate pussy.  The class started counting
as the hand pushed in three fingers, then a fourth, then the thumb in.  A
whole fist was pumping in and out of her pussy.  Mrs.  Fields was writhing
in the chair in ecstasy, totally oblivious to the class around her.

   Ms.  Moore checked the clock, then bent over and pinched both of Mrs. 
Fields' nipples, twisting and stretching them.  She pulled her tits up as
far as they would go.  Mrs.  Fields suddenly came, her pussy gripping the
hand inside it like a vice.  "Oh God!  Oh my God!" she called out.  Her
hips jerked as the hand pulled out of her, then she collapsed with a long
exhausted moan.

   Ms.  Moore lowered Mrs.  Fields' breasts back until they sagged on her
chest.

   "Right class," she said.  "That's all for today."

   Just then the school bell rang and the girls flocked out of the
classroom.

   Ms.  Moore smiled at Mrs.  Fields who was laying back in the chair,
exhausted.  She handed Mrs.  Fields her bra, panties, and shirt.

   "Time to get dressed, Mrs.  Fields," Ms.  Moore said.  "The next class
starts in five minutes and we have to teach another lesson." 

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