Diana's Sex Ed

Story by Redfiredog, renders by Dinner-Kun 

Ms. Diana Winston sprawled out across the classroom. The sheer mass of her body took up half the classroom, with the students crammed against the wall and between her legs. She was half nude, wearing an ill-fitting bikini top and a red thong that barely covered her pussy. The students, the boys in particular, couldn't take her eyes off her.

"Good morning, class. You may be wondering why I'm dressed like this? Well today, it's time to touch on something I doubt any of you know anything about... Sexual Education. Normally, this is something you should all be familiar with well before 12th grade, but this is a remedial class. On the plus side, since you're all adults, I can be a bit freer and more... detailed, with the material, than I usually would..."

"Miss Winston, can I move my seat back?" Asked a rail-thin female student who was seated close to her crotch. "I feel like I'm a bit close to you, I can smell your... your, um, pussy..."

"Casey, how dare you use such pornographic language in the classroom! You may stay seated right there. If I hear another student speak out like that, you'll be getting a private detention session!"

"For your information, Casey, I made a point of not washing my vagina this morning so that I could demonstrate one very important aspect of sexuality: scent. The musty odor of a woman’s crotch can indicate arousal, as well as cause others to become aroused. Now with my considerable size, of course, that smell is far more powerful than a normal woman’s.

So I’m going to start with something I sincerely doubt any of you know a thing about: pleasuring a woman. Let's start with the basics: foreplay. Prior to sex, there are a number of ways a man can get a woman ready to perform the act of coitus. A woman’s feet are highly sensitive, and so a gentle foot massage is one way to warm a woman up, so to speak, and speaking of which... well, Freddy?"

Her gaze turned to Freddy, who took the hint and began promptly rubbing his teacher's feet.

"Good boy. Lotion is usually advisable, but it can be done without as well. Really get in there, Freddy. Work the balls of my feet nice and hard, or I might use my feet to crush your little balls… Ooh, that's better! See, Freddy, you can do something useful when you put your mind to it. Now to go on a bit of a tangent, I see the indent in your pants, getting bigger. Freddy, what you're currently experiencing is called a..."

"Oh god..."

"No, Freddy, 'Oh God' is something you're never going to make a woman say if you don’t start paying more attention." The classroom burst into laughter. "An erection is what you're currently feeling," she said, stroking his crotch with her foot. "You're sexually aroused, so your penis has become hard and engorged. Your mind is consumed with thoughts of sex.”

"I know what an erection is!" Freddy shouted in frustration.

"But do you know how to use it?" Diana asked, biting her lip for a moment. "You probably feel the urge to satisfy yourself right now, but of course, since this is a classroom, and you are a student, you'll restrain yourself. Now having an erection without relief can be painful, and can even cause a minor condition of intense pain colloquially known as 'blue balls.' Consider that your punishment for tardiness this morning," Diana said, slowly withdrawing her foot.

"Y-yes Diana."

"You’ll call me Miss Winston," she corrected. "Watch yourself, or you're going to detention." The student’s face suddenly went white.

"Now,” Diana continued, “Erogenous zones are areas on the body that can induce arousal. Do any of you know the biggest erogenous zone in the body?”

“The mind?”

“Good answer. Fantasy and imagination are some of the best ways to engage sexually. “Talking dirty,” which is something I won’t indulge in now for obvious reasons of appropriateness, can be an exciting way to ‘warm up’ before sex. Playing out fantasies, or role-playing, is another way to make foreplay more interesting. For example, some women enjoy the idea of dominating others, psychologically, physically and sexually. A woman might be aroused by the idea of being in a position of authority, using her power to cause fear and manipulate the weaknesses of those below her, and force them to do what she pleases. Or she might like the idea of being large and physically imposing, and simply using her sheer size to sexually dominate others.” She bit her lip again. “And then there are others, people with weak natures and degenerate impulses, who enjoy the thought of being dominated.” Her eyes scanned over some of the students in the room.

“So yes, the mind is, in most people, the biggest erogenous zone in the body. However, in my case, another is far larger. The more observant of you may noticed at some point that each of my breasts is several times the size of my head, and many times the size of your entire bodies. A woman’s breasts are quite sensitive, the nipples in particular. Arousal will often cause the nipples to harden,” she said, opening her shirt to give the students a better look. She ran her finger around the tip of her nipple as she talked. “Because of their enormous size, my nipples are especially sensitive. Each of them probably has more nerve endings then your entire body. They’re so sensitive, in fact, that I can sometimes orgasm purely from touching them.”

With a high-pitched buzz, the bell rang. "Teacher, the time is up! Class is over!" An anxious blonde girl shouted.

Diana shook her head. "I'll tell you when I'm finished," Diana ordered. She ran her fingers across her nipples one last time, before regretfully leaving them alone.” “As I was saying, my breasts are the second-most sensitive part of my body. You should know what the most sensitive part of a woman is. Can you tell me, Chalmers?"

She looked towards a timid student in the back, whose eyes were firmly on the ground. He didn't look up.

Diana caressed her pussy through her thong, as she stared down the student. "Chalmers? I asked you a question. Finish this sentence: The best way to pleasure a woman before or after penetrative intercourse, is the..."

"Vagina?!" Chalmers said.

Diana rolled her eyes. "Technically, I'm not talking about the vagina as a whole, Chalmers. I'm talking about one specific part of it. Do you know what this is called?" She slipped aside her thong, revealing her pussy, and pointed her index finger at her clitoris. "What's this called?"

He muttered to the ground. "I--I don't know--"

The rest of the class broke out in laughter.

That's enough laughter for now. “Class is dismissed! In conclusion, the best way to pleasure a woman is the clitoris. You'll be learning a lot more about that this afternoon, Chalmers, in private study. At least, that's where we'll start..."

A low murmur went out through the class. There were rumors that students who went to private detention with her didn't always come back…

The other students quickly filed out, and soon Chalmers was all alone with Diana. "Let me tutor you," Diana said. "This is my clitoris. The most sensitive part of a woman’s body. A normal woman’s clitoris is no larger than a pea, and yet it has more nerve endings than a man’s entire penis. My clitoris is the size of a grapefruit, and it can feel more pleasure than you could possibly imagine. Now you may be tongue-tied, but I'm sure you can figure out how to put that tongue to other uses. Come over here, Chalmers," Diana ordered.

"Yes, Miss Winston," Chalmers said, and he walked closer to Diana.

"Closer," Diana instructed."

He hesitated for a moment before finally gathering the courage to walk closer. His eyes were still fixed firmly on the ground, but he found himself flanked by Diana's massive thighs. The pungent, musky scent of her pussy overwhelmed his senses and he felt his heart rate begin to quicken. He could feel the heat emanating from her body, and it made his skin prick with sweat. As he drew closer, he could see the beads of sweat trickling down her body. Her breasts heaved with each breath, and her nipples were hard and begging for attention. The closer he got, the more he could feel himself being pulled into her orbit. He could feel her power, her presence, and it was intoxicating.

"Now Chalmers. I'm going to teach you how to please a woman. For someone with a cock as small as yours, your tongue is your best asset. Now will you please lick my giant clit with your little tongue?"

Chalmers leaned forward, and slowly ran his tongue along the tip of her clitoris. "Mmm. That's better," Diana said. "Now lick it harder. Really get in there. You're not going to hurt it. I want you to start at the top and go around in a circle. Then I want you to go side to side. Then I want you to go up and down. Be sure to use plenty of saliva. Now, keep doing that until I tell you to stop."

Her voice was husky and low, filled with lust and desire. Her eyes were dark and smoldering, fixed on him with an intensity that made his stomach flutter. Her body was ripe and curvaceous, ample breasts spilling over the top of her dress. Her legs were long and shapely, ending in a pair of high heels that made her look even taller.

He swallowed hard, his throat dry. He could feel his dick starting to stir in his pants, but he pushed those thoughts away. He needed to focus on pleasing her.

He leaned forward, his tongue slipping out to wet his lips. Then he extended it, gently licking her clitoris. She moaned softly, her hips thrusting upward. He redoubled his efforts, his tongue swirling around her sensitive nub. Her breathing quickened, her body shaking. And then she came, hard and fast, her body trembling and convulsing with pleasure.

Diana moaned as Chalmers licked her clitoris. His tongue was soft and wet and sent shivers up her spine. "Mmm, you're a very fast learner," she said, her voice a throaty whisper. "Yes, that's it. That's a good Chalmers. Now, this is only your first lesson. Licking my pussy is going to be something you do regularly, every day, and you're going to be very, very good at it. I'm going to teach you how to use your mouth to get the most pleasure out of it. Every single day from now on, you're going to be tested. And if you fail, I'll crush your little balls under my toe. Do you understand?"

Her voice was laced with threat and promise, and Chalmers nodded eagerly. He understood perfectly. From now on, he would be devoted to pleasing Diana however she saw fit. He would learn everything there was to know about making her feel good, and he would do it gladly. "Yes, Miss Winston," Chalmers said.

"Good," Diana said. "Now what are you waiting for? I didn't tell you to stop... and I doubt I ever will." Chalmers nodded, his mouth wet and open, his tongue darting out to taste her again. Diana smiled and leaned back, enjoying the feel of his tongue on her flesh. She knew she would have to train him well, but she was confident that he would be a quick learner. After all, he seemed to have a natural talent for it. And if he failed... Well, there were plenty of other students to take over.

The GED students had been waiting outside of Diana’s classroom for almost ten minutes. It was the last day of school, and the normal kids had been let out early, but Miss Winston insisted that her remedial class stay for their last period of class. They waited silently outside the classroom. The students could hear her muffled voice through the door, but none of the students dared to knock on her door, or tell a higher-up. The talked to each other in hushed tones, quiet enough that Ms. Winston couldn’t hear. Some students said that, even though she was just a teacher, Diana Winston was the one who was really in charge of the school. She was certainly the biggest, at any rate. Even the principal seemed to be afraid of her.

“Have you seen Chalmers today?”

“Nah, he’s probably just playing hooky.”

“No, he’s never absent without a reason. And he’s not answering his texts. You don’t think that she…?”

Just then the door creaked open. “Come in, students. Take a seat...” The students shuffled in, sidling around Miss Winston, who took up half of the classroom. She was wearing the same thing skimpy outfit she had on the day before, a too-tight top and red silk panties. Next to her was a long metal cylinder with a rounded top. It looked a bit like a flagpole, but it was much too wide around.

“Soooooo, my students, we need to finish our discussion from yesterday. I trust you remember what we left off talking about?”

“Sex Ed,” Shirley chimed in.

“Mmm, more specifically?”

“Umm, I think we were talking about… orgasms?”

“Oooh, yeeees!” Miss Winston moaned, “I mean, yes, that’s right. Good answer Shirley. Now men, of course, can only orgasm once, before they have a refractory period that generally lasts several minutes. Some women, on the other hand, can potentially come over and ooover again. Male scientists long held that female orgasms serve no biological or reproductive purpose. But then again, I find that, for a woman such as myself, most men serve no reproductive purpose either. They should be used as toys, and then discarded…

‘Do you know how I got to be so big?”

“Good genes?” Brad called out.

“Growth pills?” Ted yelled.

“Money?” Jake said.

“There’s some truth to all of those, actually. Good breeding definitely plays a role, as you can see by looking at me. But I did use some rather expensive pituitary treatments to further my growth. The growth is unpredictable, though. Much like a man, it doesn’t always come when you want it to. It can happen at any time, and emotional states and hormones both play a role. Orgasm is especially effective at causing growth spurts...”

Just then, the room shook. A few students hopped out of their seats.

“Sit down,” Miss Winston said. “Now some of you may be asking why, when most of the teachers are letting students go home early for the last day of school. Well, that’s because they’re the students who actually did the work. You’re here because you didn’t apply yourselves. Whatever smidge of potential you may have had at one point, you’ve all thoroughly squandered. ‘The lot of you are adults now, God help you, and that means that you deserve to be held to the standards of adults. Most of you probably assume you’re graduating. I hate to ruin your adorable naivete, but in fact you still have one more final exam left.”

A low murmur went out through the classroom. “M-miss Winston? What is the final exam?”

“It will involve the current topic of discussion. For some of you, it will be a practical exam. For others… oral.”

“But… but what about Chalmers? I haven’t seen him today.”

“I wouldn’t worry yourself about Chalmers. I think he’s doing an excellent job.”

The room shook again. This time it was clear what caused it: Miss Winston. She was growing rapidly now, taking up more and more space in the tiny classroom. Her growing legs stretched towards the back of the classroom. Her feet knocked students and desks over as they shot forward. Several students tried to run for the exit, but Miss Winston spread her legs so that her thick, growing thighs blocked the door.

“You are, by none, the worst class of students that I’ve ever had. You are not going to succeed in life. You will not be titans of industry, or middle managers, or even competent underlings."

 The last of the desks were overturned and crushed. The ceiling was visibly caving in as she reached up her hands to tear the ceiling down. 

"Right now you’ve done nothing to prove your worth," Diana continued. "You have no value. You’re nothing. You couldn’t possibly hope to be successful. Left to your own devices, you’d just get on food stamps and commit petty crimes. That’s why I’ve decided that I won’t be allowing anyone who doesn’t pass the final exam to leave this classroom.”

Miss Winston was taking up nearly the entire classroom now. Her body was pushing against all four walls, and lifting the ceiling. The old building creaked and groaned beneath her weight.

“There’s one thing you can do to make yourselves worthwhile: learn to serve your betters. Something I forgot to mention before: this school is slated for demolition, and I’m the one who’ll be carrying it out. In a few minutes, I’ll be bigger than this entire school. Everything and everyone inside this classroom will be be crushed under my body. There’s only one way out.”

“You’re blocking it!”

“Not the door, you idiot. My pussy.”

Miss Winston pulled her panties to the side, and spread her pussy.

“Gah!” A voice rang out from between her legs. It was Chalmers. He was soaking in pussy juice and gasping for air. “Diana,” he said, gasping for breath, “is the exam over now?”

“You will call me Miss Winston,” she said, “and you’d better get back to work in there if you don’t want to fail!”

Diana pushed him back inside of her. “So,” Miss Winston yelled, “This is your final exam. The hornier I get, the bigger I grow. The bigger I get, the more it takes to stuff my pussy. Chalmers isn’t enough anymore… I need all of you inside of me. If you make me cum, I mean, really, really cum, you’ll pass the final. Well? Get inside if you don’t want to end up as a stain on my posterior!”

The students gathered nervously around Miss Winston. She didn’t wait for the students to gather their courage. Instead, she grabbed them by the handful and shoved them inside of her pussy.

“Yes!” she screamed, as she stuffed her pussy with half a dozen of her students. Another group of students stood nervously in front of her, anxiously waiting to be stuffed in. She was so wet and so tight that they were pounding her pussy like a drum. The sounds of skin against skin and moans of ecstasy echoed through the room.

The walls of the school slowly began to give way, the bricks and mortar crumbling to the ground as Diana's body swelled. She grew bigger and bigger, until she was towering over the school. The bricks and mortar that had once been a strong and sturdy wall were no match for Diana's growing body. Within minutes, the entire building had been reduced to rubble by Diana's growing body.

Diana stood up, and surveyed the scene. "I still need to get bigger... So much bigger..." With the students still inside of her pussy, Diana fingered herself. Her breasts were heaving, her pussy was throbbing, and she could feel the students squirming inside of her. She was so big that they were practically swimming in her juices. She could feel their little hands and feet tickling her from the inside, and it was making her even more aroused. She decided that she needed to get even bigger, so she could really enjoy the students inside of her. She smiled and kept fingering herself, enjoying the feeling of power that came with being so big and so sexy.

Emily let out one last, final moan of pleasure, as her growth finally subsided. The building below her had been reduced to a pile of rubble. She glanced behind her, and saw that she had become an enormous sex goddess. She looked around the city, and realized that she towered over every building for miles around. "A shame I can't destroy all these buildings," Diana said. "Maybe another time...

Miss Winston was later asked if she felt regret over the lives that were lost when she destroyed the school. She refused to apologize, stating that it was merely "a part of my marvelous, powerful female sexuality, and should not be shamed." Some of the students were considered dead, according to the official records, even though their bodies were never found amidst the rubble. Some speculate that they're still being used as playthings by Diana...