I was currently seated at a table in my anal course, with three other girls. The classroom reminded me of a high school science lab, but with no science tools and gadgets.
Eight tables in total. Four tables on the right side of the room, four tables on the opposite sides, and a wide empty walkway in the center.
I was seated on the left side of the class room in the second row.
Some girls were taking selfies and some girls were on their phones waiting for Prof. Stacey Bureau to arrive.
It was 12:05pm. Our professor was 5 minutes late.
"What do you y'all think is holding up Prof. Bureau?", one girl asked.
"She probably gettin' her ass ate," Kendra responded.
I remember reading our school's newsletter about various organizations and saw Kendra's face and name on the newsletter.
She was gorgeous. Like Kenya Moore gorgeous.
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Being only 8 minutes late, Prof. Bureau finally arrived.
"Sorry, y'all. Traffic was annoying on highway I-105," Prof. Bureau states with a southern accent. "Being from the South, I'm not used to west coast highways.
"It's all good," Kendra calls out. "To be honest, I told the class that you were probably getting your ass ate, which resulted in your tardiness."
"I fucking wish! I would take an ass muncher over traffic any day," Prof. Bureau jokes. "I'm sure we all would."
The class erupts in laughter.
Prof. Bureau reminded me of a shorter and slimmer Tyra Banks. She had honey blond curls, hazel eyes, and pink lips. She sported a lacy black bralette with a short pleated black skirt, with black heels.
"Y'all can call me Stacey, Prof. Bureau, whatever," Stacey explains. "But don't ever call me a bitch, or I will whoop y'all's ass....in a not so pleasurable way."
"This is your anal sex course and we'll be learning the basics and learning the importance of safe anal sex," Stacey explains. "Things can get painful and things can get messy. If you know, you know."
Stacey goes on to talk about how douching is an important part when engaging in anal sex, especially for the individual getting their ass played with.
Stacey also said that she is the one who we'll be practicing on. Considering that fact that she douched. Now, that I'm thinking about what happened with me and Stella, I do recall the cucumber being surprisingly clean.
I guess Stella douched without telling me.
"I'll need my first volunteer," Stacey states while only being in her bralette.
"We are going be learning as you all get hands on with my ass."
In the morning, students were sent PowerPoint slides to follow along within this course. And that's what we're opening up now.
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Camille, a white girl who spoke first in class, volunteered to start off the lesson. She walked up to the front. She was eye-level with Stacey's ass.
Lube and three type of dildos were laid out on Stacey's desk. "Okay, Camille. You ready?"
"Definitely," Camille responded.
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The Sexual School for Lesbians
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