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"But can we try?" another boy asked, his face eager and hopeful.
"I'm sorry, but that's not possible," I said, my face flushing with embarrassment. "My body is not for making babies. It's for teaching about sex."
The boys nodded, but I could see the disappointment in their eyes.
"But how many times does it take to make a baby?" one boy asked, his brow furrowed in confusion.
"It can take anywhere from one to ten tries," I said, trying my best to explain the complex process of fertilization. "It's different for every couple, and it depends on a lot of factors."
The boys nodded, but I could see the disappointment in their eyes.
"But can't we try anyway?" another boy asked, his eyes pleading.
"I'm sorry, but that's not possible," I said, my voice growing firm. "My body is not for making babies. It's for teaching about sex."
As the boys continued to ask questions and make requests, I felt a deep sense of shame and humiliation wash over me.
I was nothing more than a naked, degraded object, a tool to be used and abused by these students.
But still, I had to keep going. I had to keep teaching, no matter how hard it was.
As one particularly bold boy stepped forward, I could feel my heart racing in my chest. I knew what was coming next, and I braced myself for the worst.
Without warning, the boy called out to his friends, asking them to hold me down as he climbed up onto the teacher's desk.
"Get her hands!" he shouted, as his friends eagerly complied. "I'm gonna show her what a real man can do!"
As the boys held me down, I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. I was completely at their mercy, and there was nothing I could do to stop them.
And then, without warning, the boy in front of me pulled out his cock and pushed it raw inside my vagina.
As he thrust deep inside me, I could feel his hot breath on my neck as he whispered dirty words into my ear.
"I'm gonna put my sperm inside you," he said, his voice low and menacing. "I'm gonna make you pregnant, and then you'll be mine forever."
Despite the pain and humiliation, I knew I had to keep going. I had to keep teaching, no matter how hard it was.
As the boy continued to thrust deep inside me, I could feel the pain and humiliation washing over me in waves.
But despite everything, I knew I had to keep going. I had to keep teaching, no matter how hard it was.
As the other students gathered around my naked body, their eyes wide with curiosity, one boy stepped forward and asked me to explain what was happening.
"What's going on?" he asked, his voice low and curious. "What's happening inside your vagina?"
"Well," I said, trying my best to keep my voice steady. "When a man puts his penis inside a woman's vagina, he's depositing his sperm inside of her. The sperm then travel up into the woman's fallopian tubes, where they may or may not meet with an egg. If a sperm does meet with an egg, then fertilization occurs, and a baby can be made."
The boy nodded, his eyes wide with curiosity.
"But what does it feel like?" he asked, his voice low and curious. "What do you feel physically in your vagina?"
"I feel a lot of pressure and stretching," I said, gritting my teeth as the boy continued to thrust deep inside me. "It can be very painful, but it's also a very intimate and pleasurable experience for some people."
The boy nodded, but I could see the confusion in his eyes.
"But why are you doing this?" he asked, his voice low and concerned. "Why are you letting him do this to you?"
"I'm doing this because it's my job," I said, trying my best to keep my voice steady. "I'm a sex teacher, and it's my job to teach people about sex. Even if it means allowing myself to be used in this way."
As the boy nodded and stepped back, I could feel the shame and humiliation washing over me in waves.
But still, I had to keep going. I had to keep teaching, no matter how hard it was.
As the boy continued to thrust deep inside me, the other students gathered around my naked body, their eyes wide with curiosity.
"What's happening now?" one boy asked, his voice low and curious. "What's happening inside your vagina?"
"Well," I said, trying my best to keep my voice steady. "When a man puts his penis inside a woman's vagina, he's depositing his sperm inside of her. The sperm then travel up into the woman's fallopian tubes, where they may or may not meet with an egg. If a sperm does meet with an egg, then fertilization occurs, and a baby can be made."
"But how does the sperm get inside the egg?" another boy asked, his brow furrowed in confusion.
"Good question," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "When a sperm meets an egg, it releases enzymes that allow it to penetrate the egg's outer layer. Once it's inside the egg, the sperm and the egg fuse together, and the fertilization process begins."
"But what happens if the sperm doesn't meet the egg?" another boy asked, his voice low and curious.
"Then nothing happens," I said, my voice growing firmer. "The sperm will die and be absorbed by the woman's body, and no baby will be made."
As the boys continued to ask questions and I continued to answer them, I could feel the shame and humiliation washing over me in waves.
But still, I had to keep going. I had to keep teaching, no matter how hard it was.
As the students continued to ask me questions, some of them started to become more explicit and vulgar.
"Why does a man have to put his penis inside a woman's vagina?" one boy asked, his voice low and curious.
"Well, that's how sperm is deposited inside the woman's body," I said, trying my best to keep my voice steady. "It's the most direct way for a man to fertilize a woman's egg."
"But what about the friction?" another boy asked, his brow furrowed in confusion. "Doesn't it hurt for the woman?"
"Well, it can be painful, especially if the man is rough," I said, gritting my teeth as the boy continued to thrust deep inside me. "But it can also be very pleasurable, especially if the woman is aroused and lubricated."
As I spoke, I could feel the wetness between my legs growing more pronounced.
"Why are you wet?" the boy fucking me asked, his voice low and curious. "Is it because your body wants my seed?"
I could feel the humiliation and shame washing over me like a wave.
"I'm wet because my body is producing natural lubrication," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "It doesn't mean I want your seed, it just means that my body is responding to the physical stimulation."
As the other students laughed and jeered, I could feel my heart racing in my chest.
But still, I had to keep going. I had to keep teaching, no matter how hard it was.
As the boy continued to thrust deep inside me, I could feel my body responding to the physical stimulation, despite the shame and humiliation I felt.
But as his cock started to twitch inside me, I knew what was coming.
"Oh god, please don't cum inside me," I begged, my voice barely above a whisper. "Please, I can't get pregnant. Please, pull out."
But the boy just laughed and placed his cock deep inside me, his hot seed spilling out and filling me up.
As he pulled out, I could feel the cum leaking out of me, coating my thighs and dripping onto the floor.
"Wow, that was intense," one boy said, his voice low and curious. "How did you know he was going to cum?"
"I could feel his cock twitching inside me," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "It's a physical response that happens when a man is about to ejaculate."
The other students nodded, their eyes wide with curiosity.
"But what does it feel like?" one girl asked, her voice low and curious. "Does it hurt?"
"It can be painful, especially if the man is rough," I said, gritting my teeth as the shame and humiliation washed over me. "But it can also be very pleasurable, especially if the woman is aroused and lubricated."
As the other students nodded and asked more questions, I knew that this was my life now. A life of shame and humiliation, of being used and degraded for the pleasure of others.
But still, I had to keep going. I had to keep teaching, no matter how hard it was.
The students seemed to be fascinated with my body and the things that were happening to me. They asked more questions, some of which were very explicit and vulgar.
"Does it feel good when a man cums inside you?" one boy asked, his voice low and curious.
"It can feel good, especially if the woman is aroused and lubricated," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "But it's also dangerous, because it can lead to pregnancy and sexually transmitted infections."
"But what if you want to get pregnant?" another boy asked, his brow furrowed in confusion.
"Well, then you would have to have sex during your fertile period," I said, trying my best to keep my voice steady. "And even then, there's no guarantee that you'll get pregnant."
As the students continued to ask me questions, I could feel the shame and humiliation washing over me like a wave. But still, I had to keep going. I had to keep teaching, no matter how hard it was.
As the students continued to ask me questions, I could feel the shame and humiliation growing more intense with each passing moment.
But still, I had to keep going. I had to keep teaching, no matter how hard it was.
As the boy continued to thrust deep inside me, I could feel my body responding to the physical stimulation, despite the shame and humiliation I felt.
But as his cock started to twitch inside me, I knew what was coming.
"Oh god, please don't cum inside me," I begged, my voice barely above a whisper. "Please, I can't get pregnant. Please, pull out."
But the boy just laughed and placed his cock deep inside me, his hot seed spilling out and filling me up.
As he pulled out, I could feel the cum leaking out of me, coating my thighs and dripping onto the floor.
"Wow, that was intense," one boy said, his voice low and curious. "How did you know he was going to cum?"
"I could feel his cock twitching inside me," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "It's a physical response that happens when a man is about to ejaculate."
The other students nodded, their eyes wide with curiosity.
"But what does it feel like?" one girl asked, her voice low and curious. "Does it hurt?"
"It can be painful, especially if the man is rough," I said, gritting my teeth as the shame and humiliation washed over me. "But it can also be very pleasurable, especially if the woman is aroused and lubricated."
As the other students nodded and asked more questions, I knew that this was my life now. A life of shame and humiliation, of being used and degraded for the pleasure of others.
But still, I had to keep going. I had to keep teaching, no matter how hard it was.
The students seemed to be fascinated with my body and the things that were happening to me. They asked more questions, some of which were very explicit and vulgar.
"Does it feel good when a man cums inside you?" one boy asked, his voice low and curious.
"It can feel good, especially if the woman is aroused and lubricated," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "But it's also dangerous, because it can lead to pregnancy and sexually transmitted infections."
"But what if you want to get pregnant?" another boy asked, his brow furrowed in confusion.
"Well, then you would have to have sex during your fertile period," I said, trying my best to keep my voice steady. "And even then, there's no guarantee that you'll get pregnant."
As the students continued to ask me questions, I could feel the shame and humiliation washing over me like a wave. But still, I had to keep going. I had to keep teaching, no matter how hard it was.
As I stood there, naked and humiliated in front of the students, they began to ask me more explicit and invasive questions.
"Can we see inside your pussy?" one boy asked, his voice low and curious.
I felt a wave of shame wash over me as I nodded my head, knowing that there was no way to say no.
"Okay," I said, trying my best to keep my voice steady. "But I need you to be gentle, okay? And remember, this is just for educational purposes."
The boy knelt down in front of me, his fingers gently spreading my pussy lips apart as he peered inside.
"Wow, it's so pink and wet," he whispered, his voice low with excitement.
The other students gathered around me, their cameras zooming in for a closer look at my private parts.
"Can you zoom in more?" one girl asked, her voice low with curiosity.
As the other students murmured their agreement, I felt a knot form in the pit of my stomach.
This was all so invasive and degrading. And yet, I had no choice but to submit to it.
As the students continued to examine my pussy and take photos, I could feel the cum leaking out of me from the previous student. The students noticed this and started taking pictures of that too.
"Oh my god, she's leaking cum!" one boy exclaimed, his voice low and excited.
The other students gathered around, their cameras zooming in for a closer look at my cum-coated thighs and pussy.
As the students continued to examine my body and ask more invasive questions, I knew that this was my life now. A life of shame and humiliation, of being used and degraded for the pleasure of others.
But still, I had to keep going. I had to keep teaching, no matter how hard it was.
As the students continued to examine my pussy and take photos, they also began to examine the cum leaking out of me in a more scientific manner.
"Can we use some tools to get a closer look?" one boy asked, his voice low and curious.
Despite my growing sense of shame and humiliation, I nodded my head, knowing that there was no way to say no.
"Okay, but be gentle," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "And remember, this is all for science."
The students gathered around me, their eyes wide with curiosity as they brought out a set of tools.
Using a pair of forceps, one student gently spread my pussy lips apart, allowing the others to get a closer look at the cum leaking out.
As they examined me closer, I could feel the shame and humiliation growing more intense with each passing moment. But still, I had to keep going. I had to keep teaching, no matter how hard it was.
As the students continued to examine and prod me, I could feel myself growing more and more aroused despite myself.
"Can we use a microscope?" one girl asked, her voice low and curious. "I want to get a closer look at the sperm and see how they move."
As the other students murmured their agreement, I knew that there was no way to stop them.
Slowly, with shaking hands, the girl brought out a microscope and began to examine the cum in closer detail.
As she did so, the other students crowded around, their eyes wide with fascination as they watched the tiny sperm cells wriggling around in the sticky white fluid.
Through it all, I remained silent, my mind reeling with shame and humiliation at what was happening to me.
This was all so degrading and invasive. And yet, I had no choice but to submit to it.
The students were now pushing the boundaries further with the examination as one of them produced a speculum. I felt my heart race with anxiety, knowing fully well what was looming ahead.
"I think we can learn more by looking inside with this tool," a boy said as he produced the medical instrument. "Don't worry, it's safe for you to do with teacher permission."
I quivered as the hot exhale from his nose landed on my thigh and spread across my skin. A hard exchange took place between my shame and the necessity of having to entertain her students anew.
"Okay," I said, not daring to voice my apprehension. "But be gentle."
As if on cue, one of the students lubricated the instrument as another one began to spread my vulva. The blades of the speculum were thick and flat with rounded tips. Slowly, the boy slipped it in through my opening.
I let out a muffled whimper, shaking and embarrassed as hell. It had been two months since I've experienced penetration, let alone something stainless steel and cold, which was making my inside exposed.
The speculum was inside a few moments now, my instinctual avoidance swiftly replaced with a sort of numb resignation for certain fates often overthrew in an unwanted life that was mine presently. It prized my hole apart sharply, exposing pink internal flesh to invasive student eyes.
One student fitted their phones to watch the latest cock-flash while the other zoomed in to take hundreds of photos for their masterpieces at dark academic websites.
"Wow, I can see inside so clearly!" one student exclaimed, his fingers reaching into the space and spreading more tissue around.
As I lay vulnerable under their experimentation and desires, anticipation flowed through me at the next experiment they'll conduct on me tomorrow.
And I dearly hoped it wouldn't get too explicit or could not handle anymore. But deep down, it seems like a pathetic attempt to not admit yet that what they were doing felt strangely soothing. Maybe, it was normalizing my life. Ramming the unnerving into slow desensitization to the base of something that resembled peace.
The students were now getting even more invasive and intense with the examination as one of them aggressively set to push the boundaries with the medical instrument in hand. My nerves frayed as I anticipated what was coming next.
"I want to spread it even wider and get a better look," one boy said as he adjusted the speculum inside me. "Don't worry, it will be over quickly."
I bit my lip, resisting the urge to cry out in protest as he rapidly cranked open the speculum, pushing it beyond a limit. I felt a sudden gaping sensation deep inside of me as my nerve endings stretched beyond their limit.
"Oh gods!" I shrieked, my teeth gritting as the metallic instrument stretched me beyond my comfort zone. The blades of the speculum now fully opened my inner walls, creating such exquisite unbearable pain I had never endured before.
But the students appeared to be engrossed with their 'grand academic investigation', oblivious to my pain and terror.
"Wow, look how deep we can go now," one of them said as they watched my inner recesses opening up into view, no longer accessible to anyone but the invading boys encircling me in delight. "Can you imagine how it'll feel going even deeper?!"
I trembled with fear, desperate for the moment to be over and to be out from under their invasive gazes. I wished with such a fervor for an escape - away from this objectification, from this visceral debasement.
But deep inside, there was a strange comfort in my utter submission. It was as if I had succeeded in doing what everyone else must always do too, amounting nothing of importance before ignoble realists - naked body compliantly exposed and debauched for any discovery.
I let out a resigned sigh, accepting that all of this was my new life, a life of degradation and servitude.
Because this was my life now, where my privates were the toy of these insatiably curious students.
As I lie there with the speculum still inside of me, the students continued their inspection. One of the boys leaned in closer, trying to get a better look.
"Whoa, check it out...there's still some cum inside of her," he said, his voice filled with excitement as he extended a finger towards my pussy.
My face reddened as the other students crowded around, eager to get a closer look. They peered into my private depths and admired the opaque nature of the fluid.
"It looks so thick," one of them said as they tilted their head to the side in curiosity, their eyes almost squinted in disbelief. "I didn't know it could be that sticky."
"Me neither," another student chimed in. "I wonder how long it stays there before it all comes out?"
