Masochist me/Sex training/Petting

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"Okay, today we will discuss petting, or touch that involves direct genital stimulation. The difference is, at this stage, we do not yet penetrate, so have not entered into actual intercourse. Now, while oral is technically part of this, we will leave oral stimulation for the next class. So, who can give me some examples of petting?"

"When the man touches my breasts?" One student chimed in.

"When the woman touches my package?" One of the males chimed in, then shot a smug look at the original woman.

"When he puts in just the tip of his penis?" Another woman asked.

"Let me stop you there," the teacher said. "That is beyond petting. That is penetrative sex. But the other examples are correct. Touching the private areas either above or under the clothing. Stroking, fondling, grabbing, and playing with these same areas. Think, a hand job. Or, clitoral stimulation. Basically, petting is where one line may be crossed, intimate parts being contacted, but another line is not crossed, risk of pregnancy. Well, this is not completely true, you can get pregnant without having intercourse, but it is rather rare. Just remember to keep your sperm away from her vagina."

We all laughed a bit about this.

"But, also remember, this is where things start to get more intense, and you have increased risk of STIs. Also, this is a natural progression to full intercourse."

"So, what if he puts it in my butt?" A woman asked. I looked at her, startled. She just did not seem like that type of person. Then again, most people are surprised when they find out what I am like in bed." "I mean, no risk of pregnancy."

"Yes, but you are still penetrating. Oral is the slight odd man out, but anal sex is penetrative sex. So too is sex between women that involves shared sex toys. In effect, you are exchanging genital fluids."

We nodded.

"But, there are many other forms of petting. Dry humping. Grinding. Mutual masturbation."

With that, he asked me to come up.

"So, see what I am doing?" He asked, as he wrapped his legs around mine, and started rubbing up and down. I felt completely humiliated, having the teacher hump my leg as if he was some dog. "This is a form of petting." He whispered into my ear, then lay down on one of the tables. "My partner will demonstrate another that many of you have probably at least seen in some movie."

I straddled him, blushing as I realized this was a bad day to go in a skirt. Then again, it was not like the rest of the class had not already seen...everything, mine and each others.

I pushed my pussy, hidden under the skirt and panties, against the bulge in his pants, then shifted my hips, forward and backward. It felt good, the rough material of his jeans against my panties. It stimulated my vagina, causing the familiar tension to build. I closed my eyes, lost myself in the rhythm. I felt the urge to reach down, touch myself. I felt the urge to pull my panties to the side, pull his cock out of his pants, and ride it. I leaned down, locked my lips with his, and continued grinding, faster and faster. I could feel that hard package, right there, so close, between my legs. We shared a kiss as I continued. His breath suddenly became ragged, and it pushed me to move even faster. All the sudden, he jerked under me, and I could taste the sex on his breath as he came, right there. He stopped me, then whispered into my ear again. "See class, you do not need sex for pleasure." With that, I did as he told me, and started grinding on his leg. I felt silly, but it still worked, stimulating my pussy, causing the pressure to build. Soon, I was pounding on his leg as hard as I could, sliding across the ruff surface. My panties wet, sliding, wedging inside me. No matter how hard I tried though, I could not quite get there. All the right stops were hit from a physical standpoint, but that last, emotional standpoint prevented it. I wanted sweet release from it. I held myself in check, remembering what happened previously, but it was hard. I imagined the others in the class judging me. I imagined myself being humiliated by them. I imagined myself there, in front of them, humping his leg like a dog. Reality set in, how humiliating this was. I felt my skin go bright red. I fed on it, letting out a long, loud moan, some whore for them, their accusing eyes, humiliated, made to do something like this in front of everyone. I reached under my skirt, showed my pussy to the rest of the class, the movement already causing it to bite in, to dig into my vagina, showing everything. My pubic hair, the lips, the lewd actions taking place on this table. I felt myself teeter. I wanted to be a good little bitch for the teacher. I wanted to be his fuck doll, taken when he wanted, used and abused and thrown away. Humiliated in public, treated like a dirty little tramp.

I screamed out, different this time, since there was no pain, as I felt my pussy clamp down. I collapsed on top of him as I was overwhelmed by the bliss. "See, I told you I could get you to orgasm without pain," he whispered into my ear.

He didn't understand. It had nothing to do with the pain, it had to do with the other button: humiliation. He didn't understand how I felt, and how it made me feel. Oh so tingly. Oh so horny. And oh so wanting to hide from the judgement in the other student's eyes. The leering look in the guys eyes. The 'whore' accusations in the girls eyes. It didn't matter anyways. Finally, I was satisfied.

By now, the cum had stained through the front of his pants. And his leg was wet because of my pussy. I got off, went and sat down.

"Petting is the foreplay for good sex. By itself though, it can bring sexual release." He pointed at his own pants, the wet spot over his now smaller bulge. I did not understand how he do that without turning red from embarrassment.

"Now, you will partner up. Start with over the clothes fondling. Men, let the women play with your penis and ass through your pants. Women, let the men play with your breasts, ass and vagina through your shirt and bottom. Then, progressively take it further. Under the clothes touches, but not direct contact. If your partner is not wearing a bra, stay outside the shirt. If she is, fondle her breasts through the bra. Both, if your partner isn't wearing underwear, stay outside the clothes. If they are, you will move to fondling under the clothes, but over the undergarments. Then, you can progress to direct contact. After that, you will start removing your clothes, and have direct access. Remember, no penetration, and for this class, no oral stimulation. This is simply hands stimulating primary erogenous zones. Your goal is to make sure your partner orgasms at least once. Guide your partner, tell them what feels good, what doesn't. And now, partner up and begin."

For the rest of the class, lots of noise came out, of everyone. The talking the partners did was normally short breathed and panting. At the end, we all understood why we had to bring a towel and spare clothes.