Sex Ed 101 Jeff relaxed as the steaming hot water hit his body. Thinking back, the whole experience hadn't been too bad, it sure could be a hell of a lot worse. Two weeks ago, Lieutenant Jeff Graves had been flying fighter escort for the big bombers. They were all over target and all hell was breaking loose. No enemy fighters to mess with but lots of flak and an occasional missile to dodge. Jeff's fighter suddenly caught a rocket; one second it was all good and the next second it was lights out, no power, no sound except the exploding flak. The fighter dropped like a stone and Jeff parachuted out, landing in some kind of field in the middle of the dark night. Dazed and shocked over the turn of events, he was glad to have no serious injuries and still be alive. He cut away the chute and started walking and within minutes had run into a group of farmers armed with some old vintage rifles and pistols. Jeff wasn't about to test their resolve and threw up his hands. He could somewhat speak their language and tried to impress upon the men that he meant no harm and was willing to give it up. "Hands up, Yankee." One of the group came over and checked the pockets of his suit. He pulled out some cash, photos, a revolver, a compass and map, and then took Jeff's ring and his wrist watch. As another man kept his gun trained on Jeff, the others gathered around the loot, inspected it with a lantern, and quickly divided it up. They then pushed Jeff towards the road and all walked up to the nearby farm house. They sat Jeff down on some wooden steps and the men smoked and talked until a dusty green truck pulled up. Three soldiers spilled out of the cab and Jeff was placed in handcuffs and thrown into the back of the truck. Two hours later, he was placed in the compound of buildings where he was now taking his weekly shower. Since his imprisonment, things had been OK, a real surprise as Jeff had been bombing the hell of this country and he figured everyone would be pretty pissed off. This was an odd country. A strange mixture of European and Eastern culture with weird customs that had been parked in the back waters of the world for centuries. These were the people whose ancestors had started a major religion and then had executed most of its fledgling members, a people who had massive libraries and also massive book burnings and prosecutions. A stubborn superstitious people, they were impossible to predict and probably impossible to defeat, no one had been able to beat them yet. Jeff had a single cell and a cot, two meals a day, a hot shower once a week, and had a medical check upon arrival. The guards were not friendly but civil. Jeff had been questioned several times but so far nothing strenuous or physical, the interrogations had been almost half assed and it seemed like the scary looking guy asking the question didn't really care what answers Jeff gave. He was given some kind of pajamas to wear and the cell was kept warm and dry. The only problem was loneliness, Jeff didn't have any another prisoners to talk to. He was able to converse with the guards but none of them had said anything beyond what was necessary. Jeff rolled back into the hot water and stretched. He could take all of this but would be glad when everything was over and he could go back home. All of the empty time gave him plenty of opportunity to think about what he missed and what he would do when he got back. He finally shut off the water and stepped out of the stall. He was provided with old towels to dry off with and usually had a fresh pair of pajamas to step into before he was escorted back to his cell. As usual, there was the brown towel on the hook but he didn't see his prison garb hanging next to it. Oh well, this wasn't the Hilton, they probably forgot the clothes this time. He'd just tell the guard. Jeff toweled off and the guard opened the door. "No clothes, no uniform," Jeff said. The guard didn't looked surprised and told Jeff not to worry about it, it would be taken care of. Another guard was outside the door and they began to walk Jeff back to his cell. Instead of turning down the usual corridor that led back to the cages, the guards walked Jeff towards an opposite door. Being naked and vulnerable, an alarm went off in his head and his senses heightened. The guards opened the door which led down a hallway to another glass door that let in the afternoon day light. Walking through, Jeff and the men stepped into the sunlit court yard. Jeff looked around and saw several different buildings, all of the same concrete block construction, scattered across the brown treeless yard. Several passing men were startled to see Jeff in his nakedness. The air was cold and it hit his bare skin with a quick jolt, reminding Jeff of a jump into an ice cold swimming pool on a cool summer day. "What's this all about? Where are we going?" Jeff began to fear the worst. This had all been too easy. He began to sweat in the cold and his stomach began to tighten. The guards gripped his shoulders and pushed him along.. "Don't worry about, it will all be taken care of. Just move along." The three men walked up to a nearby building and entered the doorway. Jeff was relieved to be back inside as it was frightening to be naked in front of a bunch of strangers, but he dreaded what was to come. The men walked up to a female clerk who sat a desk inside the door. As his guards talked, the woman seemed curious and kept her eyes on Jeff's body, never looking him in his face. She then motioned towards another door and the guards pushed him on. They entered some type of musty old gymnasium. Sallow light flowed through the wire covered windows. The floor was made of wood and the entire room smelled of sweat and age. Jeff was walked over to a small two foot high platform that stood at one end of the room. " Up on there," he was told. With trepidation, Jeff climbed up on the wooden boards and the guards climbed up behind him. Still silent, they each tied one of Jeff's arms to ropes that hung from the ceiling. The two then jumped off the platform and stood back to look over their work. Jeff stood on the platform, arms pulled in the air, standing naked and helpless. Satisfied, the guards turned and walked out of the room. Jeff was really sweating now and he could feel his heart racing. He tried to come up with some type of plan; what and how much he should he tell the interrogators, how much of a beating he could stand, how long could he last. He had been an idiot to relax and think that he was going to get through this without any pain, he had heard all the stories and had been instructed back at flight school about capture and torture. He tried to remember his instructions and lessons on interrogation and techniques on how to survive it. It was all a fast blur in his mind and he could not focus on any of it. Jeff heard the door open. Looking up, he expected the dark man who had questioned him in the past, and who would probably not be so indifferent this time. A group of six people walked in. As they got closer, Jeff saw that they were all females dressed alike in white blouses and grey skirts. Five appeared to be in their late teens and were led by an older dark haired women, who was maybe twenty five or so. The girls were silent and wide eyed as they approached the naked man. Their leader also appeared to be taken aback, but led the girls up to the platform without fear or hesitancy. "OK, here we are. Gather around. This is what we have come for. As we've all learned, most males are about the same, no matter where they come from. This one appear to be in his twenties and looks in good shape. She turned to the group "So ....any questions?" Jeff's entire body turned crimson as the girls gazed at him. His penis and testicles shrunk from the shame of being on display. A few of the students looked at his genitals with curiosity and others looked away with mutual embarrassment. The leader, whom the girls called Miss Tanya, told them to all get up closer. The girls gathered around in a group and Ms. Tanya reached out and lightly stroked Jeff's penis. He slightly stirred and she quickly slapped his cock to quiet him. She then reached in and put her hand behind his balls, palming them out for the girls to observe. "Lyda, what do we have here"? "Those are testicles, Miss Tanya. Those are where sperm are made." Miss Tanya then gestured with her head and Lyda gingerly reached out and touched Jeff's scrotum. She rolled the skin back and forth between her fingers and weighed his balls in her hand. Two of the other girls also reached out with curiosity and one of them nervously giggled when she touched his sack. "Let's try and get him going, and we can all observe." Miss Tanya gently pinched the head of Jeff's flaccid penis and began to rub it with her fingers. She then began to pull and stroke his member. Jeff, still confused and embarrassed, did not respond to the stimulation and looked away. Ms Tanya slid her hand down his exposed belly and slid a hand under his balls. She then began to stroke his sack while softly pulling on his still limp cock. Still nothing. Miss Tanya sighed and bent over and kissed and suckled his dick and then and slid his entire soft penis into her mouth. Her lips slid back and forth over him and she made a sucking sound as well. Her frustration grew and she finally pulled back and faced her group. "Well, we're obviously going to need more stimulation. This can be a good lesson for all of you and you can use what you have learned. Sometimes this isn't easy, he's going to need more. I want you all out of your clothes and then we'll try and get him into this the best we can." The girls looked uneasily at each other and at their teacher. One blushing student started to protest but was quickly silenced by Miss Tanya. The girls backed away and began to unbutton blouses, take off shoes, and unhook skirts. Within minutes, each girl had folded up her clothing and placed it in a pile in front of her. Down to bra and panties, the girls shyly looked away and removed the final articles of clothing. Covering themselves, they looked back at Miss Tanya with questioning faces. Miss Tanya was also now naked but kept her hands at her sides. Her large brown nipples had hardened in the cold air of the gymnasium and she seemed relaxed and confident. "If you want this to work, you'll have to participate and get over your shyness. You have nothing to be ashamed of, each of you is beautiful and natural." Jeff looked down at the display before him and felt himself stirring. Miss Tanya was right, the girls were beautiful. Firm young breasts of all sizes and shapes, pink virginal nipples, various shades of pubic hair, and long pony like legs. He looked over to Miss Tanya and saw her milky tits capped by large brown nipples that were erect and swollen. She had a dark brown mound of fur that matched the color of her long hair. Maybe his luck was continuing. Miss Tanya turned back to him and the girls once again gathered around. They began to forget their shyness as she began to caress Jeff's penis. Jeff's cock was slightly swollen as Miss Tanya called out for another member of the class. Greta, who was a natural blonde with creamy tits half covered by large rose nipples, lifted Jeff's prick and began to squeeze it in her fingers. She pulled back and forth and then reached down and boldly licked it's head. She then placed the head between her lips and sucked. Jeff began to become erect while Miss Tanya looked on approvingly. "Very good, Greta, very good. Let someone else try." One by one, each girl fondled and kissed Jeff's cock and stroked his balls while the others looked on. The girls quickly got over their shyness and focused more and more on Jeff, who was still self conscious but was losing control as his excitement mounted. His cock began to point up at the ceiling and he was starting to moan with pleasure. A gangly tall blonde with white soft tits reached behind him and fingered his anus while she nibbled his balls. As she bit, she pinched and tugged at her own nipples until they were stiff and firm. She then straightened and pulled Jeff's groin into her chest, sliding his member up and down between her ruby tipped breasts. A teen with stunning green eyes and black raven hair shyly tugged on his penis and then ran her fingernails down its shaft. Tosha came next, a brunette with firm tits, a flat stomach, and a tight well muscled behind. After stroking his prick, she reached down between her legs and fingered her slit. She then rubbed her moist fingers back and forth over his now engorged head. Miss Tanya carefully looked on, being aware of the timing and interceded before Jeff lost total control. "Alright girls, step back and I will finish this up. This is what we've been working for, now watch closely." The girls, now excited and no longer showing any self consciousness at all, looked on as Miss Tanya took over. She stroked Jeff's cock and pulled it back and forth, as she rubbed his smooth stomach muscles. She lifted his sack and then placed a finger in his anus while she caressed his balls. Jeff had squeezed his eyes shut and his lower body was beginning to shake and thrust. Miss Tanya took him into her mouth and began to suck and bite and lick his throbbing head. Jeff began to moan and grunt. Miss Tanya stood up and half faced her students. She reached over and began to pump Jeff's prick faster and faster as she rubbed her saliva into his head with her palm. Jeff thrashed more and more and began to spurt. He thrust his cock out and, with a grunt, violently came with a stream of semen that exploded out across the room. His dick throbbed several more times and dribbled out more cum. The girls looked on with amazement and surprise as Jeff began to regain his breath and come back into awareness. Miss Tanya took it all in with approval and satisfaction as she released Jeff's cock and wiped her hand off on his thigh. "Well, girls, that was what we have all been working on. Any questions or comments before we get back? Do you have some kind of understanding of what it's all about now?" The girls nodded their heads, and still seemed shocked and excited. They looked down at the puddle of cum on the floor and Jeff's slick flaccid penis. They said nothing as they picked up their clothing and began to dress. Miss Tanya also dressed and told the girls that she would call for the guard as they walked out of the building. The spent naked man looked on as the group walked away, some of the girls stealing a backward glance, no looks of pity or scorn, only of curiosity. Jeff was wondering what could be next.
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