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Classroom

By: Ashson



School was finished and I was heading home, happy to be gone. I was one of a few students who would cut through the older part of the school, leaving by one of the side doors and out the back of the school grounds. Frowned on by the teachers but generally overlooked as it saved us a long walk around the block.

Heading towards the side door at a great rate of knots I suddenly spotted Mr Jackson in one of the classrooms. Mr Jackson is one of the sexiest teachers in the school. It's a real toss-up between him and Mr Ogilvie, but as far as I'm concerned, Mr Jackson comes up the winner. I've been trying to flirt with him all term.

So I stepped into the classroom just as Mr Jackson was coming out, looking at some papers he was holding. I ploughed into him and bounced, as might be expected given the difference in sizes.

Mr Jackson was all apologetic. He figured that it was his fault as he hadn't been watching where he was going. If he suspected otherwise, he was too polite to show it. 

We were standing just inside the classroom and Mr Jackson is giving me the once over to make sure I'm OK, while I'm batting my eyes at him, smiling, shoulders back and chest forward. Boobs forward anyway. I took a decent breath and thought 'large boobs' very hard, trying to make them stand out.

Would you believe it? He kissed me. Truly. I was ecstatic. I hadn't really thought that he would. And it wasn't just a simple kiss. It was a proper man to woman kiss, and he didn't appear to be going to end it any time soon. This was great.

It was great until I felt his hand on my pussy, anyway, squeezing me through my panties. That rocked me a bit, as I hadn't expected it, but it was really a case of, so, what? I mean, I'm eighteen. I've been groped before.

Next thing I know a finger has been slipped under my panties, which I kind of expected at that stage, but then he dragged my panties to the side of my mound, which I definitely hadn't. Now I was feeling a little nervous as he was touching me a lot more intimately but, I have to admit, there was this one boy who had pulled my panties down. (Not that it got him anything but a slap.)

He's still kissing me during all this, with one hand holding my head to keep me from breaking it off. That was fine by me. I liked the kiss and I could put up with a little groping.

I actually thought he was going to insert a finger between my lips and I'd moved my legs apart slightly to let him. I thought it would be an interesting experience, one I could boast of to my friends. Then I suddenly had this horrified realization that that what he was looking at inserting was a lot bigger than any bloody finger.

I started pushing against Mr Jackson's chest, trying to push away from him, and got exactly nowhere. He still had that hand behind my head and I now found that his other hand was clutching my bottom.

Then he pushed against me and he had a damn sight better success than I did. His cock just sank straight into me. I now know why they call it popping a girl's cherry. His cock came sliding in and my eyes popped wide open as I felt him push straight through my hymen as though it was nothing.

I couldn't even squeal when he did it, because he was still kissing me. I didn't know what to do. That applies to both the situation I was now in and how I was supposed to react to his cock. I just knew I was feeling as nervous as a cat. Suppose someone came past?

I wasn't trying to push him away anymore. My hands were just sort of clutching his shirt while my eyes were wide and staring at him, and then he really started to move. Let's be blunt about it. Mr Jackson started to fuck me, hard.

His cock was moving in and out of me while I stood there, letting it happen. Well, not letting it, but totally unable to prevent it. For some reason his hand on my bottom was pushing against me hard when his cock pushed in. At first I thought that this was so I didn't try to pull away from him when he charged in, but then I remembered how fucking was supposed to go. He was trying to get me to move with him.

Seeing it was far too late to protest I gave a mental shrug and started pushing against Mr Jackson as he pushed into me. Not only did I find it easy to do but it felt wonderful. I was now really starting to understand why sex is so popular. 

We stood there, bouncing off each other. Mr Jackson's hand moved away from my bottom and started undoing the buttons on my blouse. Then he was pushing my bra aside and his hand closed over my breast.

And a little voice was yelling at me, you're at school, in a classroom, being fucked by a teacher. What are you going to do if someone comes?

I told the little voice to shut up, and just went at it even harder. It's not every day a girl gets to be ravished by a teacher. I was going to make the most of it.

My eyes had closed again. I was just dreamily standing there, getting kissed and ravished, my hips bouncing back and forth as I moved, eagerly participating in the ravishment. I could feel something building inside me, my nerves getting screwed tighter and tighter as Mr Jackson took me. Something was going to happen soon and I was waiting in expectation.

Then Mr Jackson starts hammering harder than ever, and I was climaxing even before I felt the first splash inside of me. He sprayed me thoroughly, and I just went to water with the force of the blast.

When he was finished, I was completely done, just clinging to him.

It's really amazing how fast you can recover from a situation, even one as devastating as that. One moment I was clinging to Mr Jackson and just sort of sagging there and the next I was standing up straight and trying to straighten my clothes, my face a bright red.

"If you've quite finished playing, Mike," said Mr Ogilvie, "we're due at a teacher's meeting."

I couldn't believe it. Mr Ogilvie was just sitting on one of the desks, looking at us. He had actually watched me getting fucked by a teacher and not said a word.

Now he turned and looked at me.

"I'd love to stay and try you out, honey," he said, "but I've really got to go to this meeting. Why don't you drop by my office in the morning? I'll have some free time."

The two teachers turned and walked off, leaving me there. As they went I heard Mr Jackson ask what the meeting was about.

"Oh, a couple of parents have complained that there's been some sexual harassment of some of the female students," said Mr Ogilvie. "Can't say I've noticed any."

Classroom Adventures



It was one of the first days back from winter break and 18-year-old Kevin was hiding out from an all school assembly. He hated the exclusive all-boys boarding school his parents sent him too, and was happy to think he only had a few months left before graduation. As a gay man in a school of rich jocks, Kevin hadn't come out to anyone, happy to just be labeled "weird" and left alone for the most part. Always a big reader, that afternoon Kevin found himself in the reading area his English teacher, Mr. Houlihan had created in the back of his classroom. Surrounded on three sides by bookshelves and filled with bean bag chairs and overstuffed pillows, it was the perfect hiding spot. No one could see you unless they walked all the way to the back of the room and looked. When Kevin heard the door open, he jumped a little, scared he was about to be discovered. Cautiously, he peeked over the top of the bookcase, a little surprised to see Mr. Houlihan with his math teacher, Mr. James. And when Mr. James pushed Mr. Houlihan against the desk and began kissing him, Kevin was even more surprised.

He couldn't tear his eyes away as he watched the two men making out, hands groping each other. Never in his wildest fantasies had he expected something like this. Mr. Houlihan was average height, with sandy hair and bright green eyes. Kevin had spent many a class period just looking at those eyes, fantasizing about what they would look like in the middle of an orgasm. Mr. James was well over 6 feet, his skin the color of charcoal, all muscle and power. As Kevin watch, Mr. James turned so he was sitting on the edge of the desk, Mr. Houlihan sinking to his knees in front of him.

"That's it, Harry, I bet you missed this big black cock, didn't you?" Mr. James growled as Mr. Houlihan tugged the zipper of his slacks down. Kevin had to bite his lip hard to keep from gasping as the biggest cock he had seen sprung out. He didn't have the best view, but he guess it was maybe 10 inches long and thick. As Mr. Houlihan took that pole into his mouth, Kevin began rubbing his now ridged cock through his jeans, still unable to believe what was going on.

"That's it, you pretty little cocksucker, take it all in...that's right, you love it." Mr. James was whispering to Mr. Houlihan as he worked his cock, moaning loudly as he gripped his head, almost fucking Mr. Houlihan's face with his giant dick. Embolded and more turned on than ever, Kevin unzipped his jeans, pulling out his cock and furiously jerking off to the free show he was watching. He was still trying to be careful to stay out of site, managing to push a few books aside and create the perfect peephole to watch his teacher get a blow job from another of his teachers. 

"You're gonna drink every last drop of my cum, aren't you? Yeah, yeah you are cause it's coming..."

Kevin watched as Mr. James's face tensed up, imagining the huge load he was about to shoot right down Mr. Houlihan's throat. When he heard Mr. James shout, Mr. Houlihan pulled his head away and Kevin could see the thick ropes of jiz shooting through the air, landing all over Mr. Houlihan's face and neck. That put him over the edge and Kevin came hard, his free hand knocking some books off the shelf in the middle of his orgasm.

"Who the fuck is back there?!" Mr. James shouted, still breathing hard from his orgasm and sounding incredible pissed off. Kevin knew it was better to just come out into the open then try and hide, so he stood up, his pants still open, his own come dripping from his hand.

"Well, what do we have here," Mr. James said, his anger subsiding at the site of Kevin, still half hard, appearing from behind the bookcase. "We found us a little voyeur, Harry. Get up here now, Kevin."

Face burning with shame, Kevin obeyed, walking to the front of the classroom as Mr. Houlihan stood, still licking Mr. James come off his face, using a paper towel to clean the rest. When he was done with it, he threw it to Kevin to clean his hand with.

"I take it you like what you saw here, Kevin. Tell me, do you like to suck cock?" Mr. Houlihan was already unzipping his pants as he asked, and Kevin eyed the cock that emerged, not as long as Mr. James's monster, but thicker, with a hunger.

"I love it, Mr. Houlihan. I love to suck cock." Kevin didn't know what came over him. In the limited experience he had with the same sex, he was always the dominate one. But here, he was submissive, and he knew he would do anything these two men asked.

"Get on your knees and prove it, then." Mr. Houlihan almost snarled at him and Kevin immediately dropped to his knees, his hands curling around Mr. Houlihan's hips as he starting to lick the head of his cock. It was velvety and he could taste the salty precome that had beaded there. It had been so long since Kevin had a cock in his mouth that he wanted to rush, to taste it all, but he paced himself. He wanted to show these men he could suck dick like a pro. With Mr. James watching, Kevin slowly slid Mr. Houlihan's prick into his mouth, his tongue circling the head slowly, teasing him almost. He was rewarded with a loud groan, and Kevin smiled. Humming low in his throat, Kevin slid more of the beautiful cock into his mouth until he could feel the head at the back of his throat and his nose was buried in Mr. Houlihan's pubic hair. He then, just as slowly, slid him back out, until he was just flicking his tongue across the head.

"Jesus, this kid knows what he's doing," Mr. Houlihan gasped, clamping Kevin's head tightly in his hands. Kevin just smiled around the mouthful of cock, picking up speed as he took the shaft in and out, one hand reached up to cup Mr. Houlihan's balls, massaging them with one hand as the other wrapped around the shaft, jerking him off as Kevin sucked hard on the head. He needed to taste the fruits of his labor, hands and mouth moving faster and faster as the grip on his hair got tighter. He could tell Mr. Houlihan was about to blow. 

He held Kevin's head tight and began fucking his mouth with fervor. Kevin, already hard again, reached down to jerk himself off and was surprised with a larger hand wrapped around him. Never did he think that he would be kneeling on the floor of his English classroom, blowing one teacher and being jerked off by another. Suddenly, Mr. Houlihan thrust deep into his mouth and Kevin felt the first hot jets of come hitting his throat. They didn't stop, Kevin trying to swallow as much of that thick cream as he could, feeling it dribble out his mouth and down his chin. Finally, as Kevin felt the last small stream, his own orgasm hit, and he came for a second time, Mr. Houlihan's cock sliding out of his mouth as he leaned back against Mr. James, his body jerking as he covered Mr. James's hand with his load.

Kevin's heart was still racing as he looked back at Mr. James, who was licking Kevin's come from his fingers, watching him as he did so. He held his hand up to Mr. Houlihan, who nodded appreciatively as he tasted Kevin's jism. 

"Tastes good, and is an incredible little cocksucker. I think we just found ourselves a new little playmate, Terrence."

Mr. James grinned, turning Kevin's face to his. "I think you're right." 



Classroom Ass Tease



Jessica chewed the end of her biro. She was trying to act coquettishly but felt nervous. Jessica was not the type to become infatuated but here she was sitting at the front of a crowded lecture feature making eyes at her college tutor. She crossed her legs for the fourth time and undid a button on her blouse. She glanced at his crotch for any sign of a reaction there but saw none.

Disappointment and frustration had led her to this out of character course of action. Jessica's flatmate Casey had bought her a vibrator for her birthday and this had opened a new world to her. As she slid the vibrator into her pussy on a daily basis previously suppressed desires came to the front of her mind. Men who she'd never considered attractive found themselves in her fantasies, screwing her over bar stools, taking her from behind in nightclub toilets, eating out her pussy in the local park. The more she masturbated the more it seemed no-one was immune from her desires, she dreamt of her friends, her parents friends, even the big titted Italian girl who lived downstairs from her. She'd never fantasized about a girl before and found it delicious. Subservience seemed to be a reoccurring them to her fantasies and when she thought of Tom, her college tutor, it was always in this way. He would be dominating her and she would be ready to satisfy his every whim.

Tom was attractive but certainly not her usual type. He was fifteen years her senior, he was tall with greying temples and wire rimmed spectacles. Jessica would not normally have given him a second look in the street but when she was alone with her sex toy she would sometimes dream she was on all fours on his desk, her bare arse up in the air ready for him to use her as he pleased. She couldn't help herself; the thought of this respectable college lecturer taking her on his desk would make her come hard as pushed down on her vibrator, sometimes slipping a finger into her arse. Afterwards she would feel guilty but it was the guilt itself that drove her back to the fantasies. Sometimes she fantasised about being spanked by Tom and soon she came to realise that taboo and some degree of humiliation were essential to her fantasies.

In the weeks that followed the arrival of the vibrator she had tried to expand her limited sexual experience, she tried to be more forward with boys at college, she stayed behind to discuss lectures with Tom, but with no success. She was a bright girl and thought she could charm men with her intellect, so it was frustrating to see their heads turn for some silly tramp in a short skirt with her tits spilling out. Jessica resolved to discover what type of person she was sexually. She needed to discover if she was anything like the girl in her dreams. She was going to try and seduce her tutor like she did every night in her imagination. If he turned her down then she was just going to have to deal with it.

Jessica was certain of the fact that she was good-looking. She had short blonde hair with a floppy fringe, bright blue eyes and a pretty mouth. Jessica had small tits but neither of her two boyfriends so far had complained. She loved it when they took them roughly in her hands and bit hard on her nipples.

The feature Jessica was most proud of was her perky little ass. On the rare summer day when she would wear a short tennis skirt she knew she finally had all the boys' attention. One of her fantasies involved her wearing a tight dress in a nightclub, she would dance on the crowded dance floor as the boys and girls groped her bum, running their hands up her thighs and over her arse cheeks. 

Despite this Jessica had decided against a short skirt today, instead she wore a long brown skirt with a slit that reached half way up her thigh. She crossed her legs so as to show Tom some bare flesh. She wore white cotton knee socks and shiny black patent leather shoes. They had a tee-bar strap and chunky two inch heels. She figured they would be part of any man's school girl fantasies and rocked her crossed leg so as to gain his attention.

Jessica's blouse was open enough to reveal her collar bone and the silver pendant which hung there. She tugged at it, ran it around its chain, occasionally placed it between her lips. When Tom looked at her she paused before glancing away. Jessica was unsure as to weather her seduction techniques were working, through out the lecture his voice never faltered and he only glanced at her once or twice. Did he look at her bare knee? She couldn't be sure. She started to feel more anxious and more than a little stupid, but the guilt and humiliation was not unlike how she felt when she mastubated. This feeling spurred her on and she sat upright and stuck out her titties, her braless nipples showing through her blouse.

Jessica remained seated as everyone left the lecture theatre.

"Not leaving Jessie?" asked Tom.

"Not yet I..."

"You wouldn't be the first or the last student to let a crush get out of control, you know."

"What..." Jessica uncrossed her legs and sat up straight.

"You should probably know that I've been in this situation several times before with girls much prettier than you and never once succumbed. What is it you are trying to achieve, sitting there opening and closing your legs like some cheap date. I don't want to look up there whilst I'm trying to work. Do you think the sight of your crotch is going to make me so horny I'd be prepared to lose my job?'

Jessica was frozen, she wanted to leave right there and then, but couldn't make herself move. She was frightened as to what Tom might do or say next but at the same time he was telling her off for acting like a slut yet somewhere amongst her anxiety she sensed arousal. Tom sat down behind his desk and carried on.

'..and what did you think would happen here today? Did you think I might kiss you? Did you think this would lead to an affair? Did you think that we might fall in love, that I might leave my wife?'

"No!" Jessica answered.

"What then?"

"I thought we might..."

"Fuck, just the once and never again?"

"Yes."

"Ah," Tom leaned back, "well that can never happen, Jessica. You imagined this happening here in this room?"

"Yes." Jessica shifted in her seat. 

"Where, here on my desk?"

"Yes."

"On all fours? Was that it? Were you hoping to climb on the desk like a dog? Pull your skirt up over your ass, stick it up in the air with your legs apart. Wave your touché about so that I had to touch it. Making me grab your cheeks and pull them apart?"  

Jessica shifted in her seat. If it was humiliation she craved then this was it. She recognised the situation as something she might have ordinarily frigged herself off over but this was real and she wasn't sure she like it. However if the unthinkable was going to happen she'd gone too far to turn back now.

"Yes."

"Show me then."

"Pardon?"

With one sweep of his arm Tom cleared the desk, papers and pens clattering onto the floor.

"Get up on that desk. Show me this bottom of yours. If you think you're so irresistible, get up on this desk and show me what you've got."

This was it, this was what she had imagined. Her tutors talking to her like she was a dirty little whore, making her do his bidding. Telling her exactly what she should do in such filthy language. Jessica couldn't work out if Tom was acting out a fantasy of his own or if he really did want to make a fool of her. Jessica hesitantly stood up and walked over to the desk. She lifted her long skirt above her knees and lifted one leg up onto the desk, the skirt material was pulled tight around her thighs and made it hard for her to get the other leg up. She crawled to the middle of the desk slowly. She was trying to be sexy, but she was still nervous and shaking. She pulled the skirt out from underneath her knees. Her little school girl shoes were hanging over the edge of the desk about a foot apart. Her arse was high in the air, she arched her back and pulled her shoulders back. Her small tits hung beneath her and the pendant dangled from her neck. She looked straight ahead. Tom sat at her side. 

"I thought perhaps you'd have your ass up higher than that," said Tom.

Jessica strained to get her behind up as high as she could.

"And that your legs would be further apart."

Jessica struggled to open her legs more as her skirt was too tight around her thighs.

"God girl, are you stupid? Hitch your skirt up. If you want to show me you've got to hitch that skirt up."

Steadying herself with one hand Jessica tugged the skirt up her white thighs, first one side than the other. She struggled to get the bunched skirt up and over her arse. As she pulled the skirt to her waist her white panties rode up her crack. She pulled out the material and smoothed it over her cheeks. Jessica paused to consider her situation, any one could walk in and catch them. They would see Jessica on all fours like a dirty little school girl slut. She would be ashamed for any of her friends to see her like this, but it was that very fear which kept her there. She loathed what Tom was doing to her but at the same time she loved it, she knew this because despite everything Jessie felt a small damp patch form between her legs.

"Now move you legs apart."

Jessica moved her knees apart another couple of inches. Tom stood up and walked behind her. Jessica bit her bottom lip.

"You thought this would break me did you? You thought I wouldn't be able to resist your arse did you? You thought I'd grab it and stick my tongue up your hole. Well look at you there, on your knees like a cheap slag, I don't want to touch you. Do you suppose if you were to wriggle it around it would make any difference?"

"I don't know."

"Do it, move your arse like a porn star. Do it slowly, show me what you do for those spotty boyfriends in your grubby little flat."

Jessica fought the instinct to burst into tears and started to move her hips around in a circular motion. Her nipples were hard and her pussy was getting wetter but still her heart pounded with fear. Where was Tom going to take this?

"Show me what makes those boys want to come all over you. That's it, grind it, move it round and round."

Jessica was unsure if she was doing it right, like porn stars did. She felt the damp cotton of her panties start to ride up into her slit. She wondered if Tom was playing with himself and turned round to see.

"Don't look at me!" shouted Tom.

"Sorry," said Jessica.

"Sorry, what?"

Jessica wondered what he meant then realised, "Sorry, sir."

"I can see where your pussy is making your panties wet", said Tom, softly. "A little wet patch right underneath, right here." Tom didn't touch her but she could sense his finger was close. "Is that where you wanted my face? Did you think I would want to smell your cunt through your panties?"

"Yes," said Jessica, "Yes, I did."

"Did you imagine me pulling your panties down over your arse, down to your knees, unable to help myself?"

"Yes, that's what I thought you'd do."

"Because then I would have to tongue you wouldn't I? I'd see you're wet pussy and your anus and I would have to start licking wouldn't I?"

"That's what I hoped for, that's what I imagined." She paused then went on, "but only if it pleased you."

"Well why don't you get that underwear down to your knees then, show me what I'm missing."

With one hand supporting her, Jessica used the other to pull down her knickers over her round arse and down her long thighs. Her legs were still apart, so when the panties got near to her knees they were stretched and pinched into her skin. Jessica was surrendering herself to the situation, she was enjoying being this old man's little tart. She enjoyed doing what he told her too, she wanted to him to dominate her. This is how she'd always imagined him. If she was naughty, she wanted him to spank her bottom cheeks, but if she was good she hope he might lick her arse out, maybe even fuck her.

"Did you want me to take them off," asked Jessica.

"Did you think I would?"

"No", said Jessica, "I thought you would leave them on like this, stretched between my knees."

"Then leave them on," said Tom. Jessica felt sure that Tom was now crouching down and staring at her pussy. "Why don't you carry on moving your arse? That's it round and round. I must say it really is a fine backside you have there, I've seen and fucked better but it is very fine. Your pussy's gorgeous too, you trim it don't you?"

"Yes, yes I do."

"Yes, you take your time don't you? Making sure you've got a nice tidy bush for the boys. I need to get a better look at your asshole, pull your cheeks apart."

Jessica moved one hand around and pulled her right cheek to one side. She was still trying to move around like a lap dancer, but with her panties around her knees and one hand holding her up it was a tricky position.

"Oh yes, a nice tight hole, that's what I like. Have you ever been fucked up the ass, Jessie."

"Yes, once, my second boyfriend."

"But that's not really what you like is it?"

Jessie though about what he might want to hear, "No what I really like is for someone to stick their tongue up there. I like a man to run his tongue around the rim of my hole. I like him to take his time moving his tongue. It drives me so mad having someone licking the edge of my hole. I want them to do it whilst I pinch and play with my clit."

Jesse moved her hand around to her clit, and started to stroke and flick it. She didn't know if Tom was going to tell her off, she hoped he might.

"So am I going to lick your hole Jessie? Do you think that's what I'm going to do?"

"I don't know but I want you to."

"Well I'm not going to. I've told you before I'm not going to lay a finger on you, but maybe you should beg me."

Could this be true, was he just going to leave her there begging, with her rude hole on display? Was he going to leave her feeling cheap, used and unsatisfied? She couldn't bear the thought of being left wanting but at the same time she was surprised to find even this concept made her hornier. Tom was very close, she could feel his breath on the insides of her legs. She was pinching and rubbing her clit a little faster.

"Stick your tongue between my cheeks, please Sir, I want you to lick my anus out." She was sliding her fingers up and down her slit and then bringing them back up and pinching her clit. "I want you to grab my cheeks and pull them apart, stick your face up there and give me a good licking, please Sir."

"Would you want my tongue to go inside you?"

"Yes Sir, eventually I would. I wouldn't be able to take it any more and I would want you to stick your tongue up me. I would want you to pull my cheeks far apart and stick your tongue up there as far as it would go. I think you'll find I taste very sweet. I want it to be good for you Sir, I'd be most upset if my bottom didn't please you. You'd have to spank me if it wasn't to your liking."

"Would you want me to lick your cunt out as well?"

"Yes Sir, I would. I would want you to alternate between my ass and my cunt, sticking your tongue in as deep as you could. I would be frigging my clit so you wouldn't have to worry about that, Sir, but you'd have to eat out my pussy and my ass. Especially my ass, Sir, I really want your tongue up my ass." 

Jessica was fully engrossed in her fantasy now and was enjoying thinking of new ways to be Tom's obedient classroom whore. Jessica was rubbing her clit furiously now, working in the juices from her sopping pussy. She couldn't support herself on one hand any longer, and put her face down on the wooden desk, her ass still high up in the air. Now she had two hands free. She tugged and pulled at her hard clit and started to finger fuck her pussy with the other hand. The position was uncomfortable but that just added to the sordidness. Jessica wondered if Tom had his hand down his pants now.

"Are you playing with yourself, Sir?" asked Jessica.

"You'd like that wouldn't you?"

"I'd like it very much, but I'd like it much better if you had your tongue up my ass." Jessica slipped another finger up her snatch and started fucking herself faster.

"Do you suppose Jessie, that it would be ok if I just jerked over you instead? Do you think the college authorities would view that as inappropriate relations with a student?"

"I think under the circumstances, Sir, they may take a lenient view".

Jessica slipped a third finger up her cunt, and fucked herself hard and deep. Her vagina was so wet it was making squelchy noises. Her other hand was still working her throbbing clit. She closed her eyes to imagine what Tom cock might look like. She imagined Tom stroking his penis behind her, using her as his masturbatory toy. 

"Oh Jesus," sighed Jessica, "are you going to do me or not!"

"I've told you Jessie, I can't, you're going to have to do it for yourself."

"Alright if that's what you want, I just want to please you, Sir." said Jessica, she was frustrated that he wasn't going to even touch her but still hoped he might come over her soft peachy white arse. She took her finger out of her pussy and started spreading her cunt juices round to her anus, smearing them round her hole, getting it good and lubricated.

"Yes that's it Jessie, you bring yourself off, you wank yourself good and then if your very good, I'll come over your ass cheeks".

"I guess if that's the best you can do Sir, I'd be very grateful." Jessica started to work her thumb into her tight arsehole. With the other hand she fucked her cunt with three fingers. She was imagining Tom spraying his cum over her. She imagined herself covered in his spunk, and him laughing at his sex slave.

"You should be grateful, Jessie, I don't do this for all my students".

Jessica pushed her thumb further into her arse. "Oh I will be Sir. I will be very grateful, as soon as I come I'd be ever so grateful if you could shoot your spunk over my soft white arse. I'd love that so much, look how I'm sticking it up in the air for you. Look at me fucking my tight hole with my thumb, sir. Look at how I'm making myself good for you Sir. Doesn't that make you want to come sir? Me in my black school shoes and knee socks with my thumb up my arse. Doesn't that make you want to shoot over me? I'm just a filthy little slut, I don't even deserve your cock but if I please you, I'd love your spunk all over my cheeks."

Jessica tweaked her clit once last time and then stuck her three fingers deep into her cunt, whilst her other hand pushed her thumb deep up her ass. In her imagination, Tom was spraying his warm jizz over her. She was being the perfect little slut and she loved it, both in her fantasy and right now in real life. As her orgasm began and she contracted her cunt and anus tight around her fingers and thumbs. She shuddered as the orgasm spread out from her vagina to her thighs and belly, right down to her toes, and up through her tiny tits and nipples to her head and the tips of her teeth. 

"I'm coming Tom! Christ I'm coming. Shoot it over me, Tom! Do it now!"

Her teeth chattered as the orgasm thundered through her a second time. As the shaking subsided she heard the lecture theatre door close shut behind her.



Classroom Barbie



Chapter 1

Mrs. Williams walked into her classroom. Already her class was waiting for her. She smiled at them, but they mostly ignored her; texting under their desks, chatting with each other, playing on their iPod touches. "Ahem, class." She said to them. It was the first day of the year, and already she could tell the senior class was ready to be done with high school. "Alright class, my name is Mrs. Williams and welcome to health education." She smiled at them.

Mrs. Williams was in her mid thirties. She was rather plain looking with long straight brown hair that she always kept in a bun. She wore a set of thin square glasses that covered up her dark brown eyes. She was average weight, not fat, but not model skinny. She also has almost no ass and bust. She usually wore coats or professional looking attire, nothing flashy at all, and her skirts always went past her knees, her neckline never low. Her face was pretty, but she wore almost no make-up and she had slight wrinkles on either side of her eyes, smile lines around her mouth and some lines on her forehead. 

One of the boys actually paid her attention. He had dark hair and matching eyes, and was broad shouldered and handsome. His skin was pale and his hair shaved short. He was wearing a stylish red shirt, jeans and matching red Vans. She saw him smile at her as if to continue with her lesson. She would make note to learn his name, it was always nice to have an attentive student in class. 

When the bell run John grabbed his stuff and headed out of class. He put in his headphones as he walked down the hall thinking about his new health teacher, Mrs. Williams. He'd heard that her husband had died earlier that year in a car accident. It was pretty tragic. Sure she was very plain, but beneath that she was actually attractive, and John liked the sound of her voice. Perhaps she'd be a good candidate for his new project. 

An hour later John slipped in front of his computer as he began working on the program. It was a special program he'd designed. It was a brainwashing program. He continued to type in subliminal messages and commands. The program was designed to make certain people fall into a trance. Depending on what name he put into the program, it would subliminally say their name and put them into a trance. If he watched it wouldn't affect him at all. Using the program he crafted his first video. He'd reveal a series of videos to Mrs. Williams over time, and watch as she changed. 

It would take time, but he knew it would work. She was the perfect test-subject. He'd first get Mrs. Williams on his good side, make sure she liked him as a student. Then he'd approach her after-school telling her he'd found a cool educational health video on YouTube. He'd then play the first video for her. The program was designed that once the brainwashing part ended she'd have no recollection of watching the video. Once she snapped out of her trance, the actual educational video would begin to play. It was fool-proof.

Three weeks passed and John already knew that Mrs. Williams adored him. He turned in his assignments on time every day, participated in every class discussion, and took lead in the projects. He even brought her an apple after school once or twice, cliché as it seemed. His friends made fun of him; usually John was quiet in school, cracking jokes when he did talk and pretty much doing his own thing. They called him teacher's pet, and kiss ass. If only they knew what he was planning? 

That day John waited in class after the bell rang. Once the other student's had filled out he stayed at his desk. Soon the classroom was empty. Mrs. Williams was busy grading papers. John grabbed his laptop out of his backpack and walked up to her desk. She looked up and gave him a warm smile, he noted the slight imperfections of her teeth; a few were crooked. "Come to give me another apple?" she asked. "I do thoroughly enjoy them, quite extensively actually." There was that vocabulary again, she always talked like that. She was smart, too smart. 

John motioned to his computer. "Actually," he said. "I found this neat educational health video on YouTube and thought you might like to see it," he said giving her a smile. 

"Why not, I don't think more knowledge would injure my career." She smiled.

John nodded and placed his laptop on her desk with the page already open. He stood by her and then leaned over and pressed the play button. Instantly the screen began to flash several colors, white, green, pink, bright blue. Mrs. William's eyes seemed glued to the screen. 

It was as if she'd frozen, her mouth was slightly open as if she was about to say something. Her eyes looked glazed over and lifeless as she watched the screen never blinking. John grinned and walked over to her class-room door before locking it and turning out the light so people would think she went home early.

He returned to the desk and waited as the video played. Words like, platinum blonde, bimbo, fake, surgery, sex, style all flashed across the screen; followed by the words Botox in bright letters. He then saw his name flash across the screen. John; is sexually attractive. It flashed several times. You want him. He smiled this was almost too easy. He noted the dribble of drool slip past her thin lips as she watched the video. 

He knew it was almost completed. He moved back to where he'd been standing before as the brain-washing part ended and the education video began. Mrs. Williams blinked several times. She began to watch the video, "This seems like a good find," she said. If only she knew. When the video was done John smiled and grabbed his laptop. 

"See you tomorrow Mrs. Williams!" he said. "Bye John, I can't wait! I mean see you tomorrow for your next lesson." She said, he noticed her blush at her mistake. So it was working indeed. John headed home on his bike. He'd show her the next video a few days later. Not only would the videos slowly program her, but they also drained her intelligence. Soon her IQ would be almost half what it was now, and maybe he'd drop it even lower. Yes John was going to turn his plain, intelligent health teacher into a bimbo.

The next day John walked into class and looked at Mrs. Williams. The first thing he noticed was how suddenly smooth her face looked. All her wrinkles had vanished, and her face seemed to have an almost frozen look to it. Her skin seemed to reflect the light a bit more then natural. So she'd followed his instructions, she'd gotten injected. He also noted that her hair was down today, and not only that but she'd dyed it: and platinum blonde too. "You're hair looks great Mrs. Williams, you look so much younger!" Said an attractive prep girl named Ashley, who had the same shade of dyed hair.

"Thank you Ashley," Mrs. Williams beamed, smiling as much as her new taunt face would allow. None of them noticed how younger she looked, they didn't know she'd had Botox, they only noticed the hair. They didn't see the little details. John was surprised as he watched Mrs. Williams pull out an iPhone and send a few texts before setting it down.

"I just got a new phone, I'm already addicted." She said. This wasn't her style at all; already it was altering her personality. 

As Mrs. Williams got up to teach her lessen John noted her clothes. She'd worn a dark blue skirt today, and it was much shorter then usual, coming up to halfway up her thigh. She was also wearing a white blouse, and a pearl necklace. He noted that her blouse was more low-cut though there wasn't much to show, even with the padded push-up bra he could tell she was wearing. He noted her bright red-lipstick and the dark eye-shadow and makeup she was wearing. She already looked like a new woman. John smiled to himself silently as the class progressed. 

Once class was finished he hesitated by her desk. "You look really nice," John smiled. She looked down and blushed. "Thanks John," she said. "I thought it was time for some changes, after my husband..." she cut herself off.

"I know what happened," John said and he placed his hand on hers. "You shouldn't be sad, you're young, and you look great now. Live your life." He winked at her. She nodded, "Thanks John..." she said. He began to walk towards the door.

"Wait, um John do you have a Facebook?" she asked. "I know teachers aren't supposed to add students until they graduate, but I thought I could make an exception for my favorite pupil." She said looking embarrassed. He hadn't expected this. He smiled, "Yeah sure," he said. "Just search my name and add me." He said before walking out.

Later that day he went online and accepted her friend request; he browsed her page for a while. Seeing how dead it was mostly, it had a lot of comments about the tragic death of her husband. Most of her pictures were taken by other people; she looked plain and timid in all of them. Except for three new pictures she'd taken in the bathroom recently. All of them showed her new improved face, style and blonde hair. John read through the comments that were pouring in from her friends and family, saying she looked great. She did, but John wasn't close to being finished.

Chapter 2

Three weeks later and John had finished his latest video. Like before he waited until the class was empty and approached her with the computer. He noted her new black and stylish glasses as he asked her if she'd like to see the next video in the same series he'd shown her before. She agreed happily. John pressed play and stood back as the video began to play. Like before she fell into the trance almost instantly. John locked the door and turned off the lights like before. 

As she watched the video he reached out and stroked her new smooth skin. She didn't seem to react at all as she stared at the screen; the words, lips and injections flashed across the screen, followed by Barbie, pink smile; the words teeth fillers followed next. Soon the brainwashing ended and the video began. Mrs. Williams returned to life with a confused look on her face. "Like wow this video is giving me a headache," she said as she rubbed her temples. 

It was working, her intelligence was dropping. She paused the video, "Maybe we can finish it another day." She said. John smiled, "Sure." He said, which meant he didn't have to sit through the boring part. He knew the old Mrs. Williams would have never turned down a chance for new Health knowledge, could it be that the new one already found it boring? 

"I'll see you later Mrs. Williams." He said as he left her class. Tomorrow he'd see if the video's instructions had been followed. 

John slid into his familiar desk the next day and waited for Mrs. Williams to show up. She entered the class about five minutes late. "Sorry," she said to the class before flashing them a smile. John was taken aback by her new teeth; they were large, perfectly symmetrical movie-star dental fillers now. They were as white as teeth could get without becoming blinding. She also wasn't wearing glasses; she must have switched to contacts. 

Not only that but her eyes were suddenly vividly blue instead of brown. Not only contacts, but fake colored ones. She was rapidly changing. Today she was wearing a stylish red dress, and high red heels. She looked great. As she sat down at her desk he noticed that her lips looked swollen and much more plump then usual. 

They weren't as plump as he'd imagined, but there was a noticeable change. She'd also worn pink glittering lip gloss. Mrs. Williams opened her pink purse and pulled out her lip-gloss. John watched as she applied it to her new thick lips, when she was done she puckered her lips in a pout for good show. John felt himself getting hard. He noticed how the other students acted around her now. 

They paid much more attention, and all the guys seemed to stare at her before talking amongst each other. The popular girls seemed very friendly with Mrs. Williams and went up to sit by her desk as they chatted with her. He noticed that the lesson was much shorter and Mrs. Williams simply played a health video while she texted at her desk and surfed Facebook. 

"Damn, when did Mrs. Williams get hot as fuck?" his friend Erin asked. John turned to Erin and grinned, "I have no idea, she does look pretty good doesn't she?" he asked.

"Yeah man, she's like a different person." He shrugged. "This class is much more chill now, we haven't done any work, or had any homework in days." He said. 

"Yeah, Mrs. Williams is actually cool now." John said.

Mrs. Williams walked into the teacher-lounge during her planning period to get some coffee. She noticed the looks from the other teachers. "Uh, Sarah?" asked her fellow teacher, Mrs. Smith. "Hey girl," Mrs. Williams said. Mrs. Smith looked surprised by Mrs. Williams greeting. "My, my you are sure going for a new look these days," Mrs. Smith said. She was short and fat, and about forty years old with graying hair. "I'm not sure if I approve, I know teachers don't have a formal dress-code, but don't you think those heels and that dress is a bit much?" she asked.

Mrs. Williams rolled her eyes at her, "You can take your damn opinions somewhere else, and stop being like jealous of me." she said as she grabbed her cup of coffee and strode past Mrs. Smith. Once she was back in her class Mrs. Williams locked the door. What's happening to me? The other staff look at me like I'm a hooker now... My head hurts daily and my mind feels strangely blank... And all this expensive cosmetic stuff I'm doing? Why? I'm getting Botox injections every other week, and my new teeth and lips... my god. She thought as she sat down. Who am I kidding... I can't keep him off my mind... John. He's so handsome and smart... I want to look young and sexy for him, I, I... oh what am I thinking he's eighteen. Mrs. Williams turned onto John's Facebook page and began to click through his pictures. She sighed and suddenly felt her finger rubbing her clit. She moaned feeling herself wet. She hadn't pleasured herself in months. She plunged her finger into her tight and newly shaved pussy and began to finger herself to John.

A week later and John stayed after class again. He watched as Mrs. Williams admired herself in a small-hand held mirror. Her lips were even more plump now, it seemed she'd upped the injections. He placed his laptop on her desk. "I found a new health video Mrs. Williams," he said. "Oh please call me Sarah, John," she said placing her hand on his for a moment. He noticed her new long fake nails, which were bright pink with white tips. She drew her hand away after a moment, smiling at him with her perfect teeth. Her face looked newly injected, it was more frozen then usual and it reflected light even more then usual. 

"Okay Sarah," he said testing out her first-name. "You should be aware that this is a health education, sexual video though," he said. Health class covered many sexual topics; it had a whole sex-ed like chapter; that talked about STDS, why to use protection, etc. Though that was all down the line in the year. She nodded, "I trust you John, play the video." She said. He didn't have to asked twice. He pressed play and the colors began to flash. Once again her eyes became glazed over and her face an emotionless mask as she watched the video. Words like: slut, cougar, MILF, sex, dimwitted, big boobs, all flashed across the screen. You love fake boobs. Buy them, size DD. Get your ass implanted too, big like Kim Kardasian's. John watched the video play, knowing she could afford such upgrades due to the large fortune she'd inherited from her husband. It was true Mister Williams had had family money, he'd been a millionaire, and left it all to Mrs. Williams, though she squandered the money. 

Soon the brain-washing ended and the video began to play. Mrs. Williams blinked several times. "Oohhhh, my head feels funny." She said, and he noticed her voice was more high-pitched now. "Is this video like long? Cause I don't like long vids; and it better not be like boring." She said. At first it was the usual boring stuff, but about intercourse. Soon it switched to a porn video John had spliced in. He watched Sarah's cheeks flush. "This is like an educational video?" she said seemingly confused. "Yes." he lied. "Okay." She said watching the man and woman fuck. He watched as her hand slipped under her skirt and she began to rub her clit through her visible pink thong, thanks to her super short white skirt. "I wish my tits were big and fake like hers," Sarah said. She suddenly seemed to realize what she'd done and said. 

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry John! God I'm so fucking dumb, oh my god John I can't believe you saw me do that," she said appalled. "Please don't tell anyone, I will get like fired!" She said. 

"Calm down I won't tell anyone," John said earnestly. He stopped the video. "You promise?" she pouted with her big plump lips. 

"Yes." John said. "Well today's the last day before Thanksgiving break, I'll see you in a week Sarah." He smiled heading for the door. 

"Bye John!" she waved at him. "I'll miss you hun." She smiled at him. He walked out of the class, knowing her intelligence had been lowered even further. She hardly seemed capable of teaching a class now, but he didn't care. He couldn't wait to see her new implants after the break.

Sarah sat alone in her classroom. She couldn't believe what she'd done in front of John. She shrugged, "Oh well," she said getting up. She had a whole week off from teaching. She stood up and looked in a new full-body mirror she'd added to her class. She touched her chest, feeling her small a-cup breasts beneath her push-up bra. She then turned and looked at her flat ass. "Not anymore, I won't be that girl, no more!" she said. "I'll be sexy! My tits and ass will be big!" she said. She grabbed her purse, it was time to withdraw some money and see her plastic surgeon. 

Suddenly the principal walked into her classroom. He looked at Sarah and frowned. "I need to talk to you Sarah," he said. "Some of the other staff have expressed that they are concerned for you. They say you've changed, and only play movies in your class. And that you dress way out of line for a teacher." He said as he examined her super-short white skirt and heels. 

"I'm sorry but if you don't stop this I may have to let you go," he said.

"No! Please!" Sarah said. "I'll do anything if you let me keep my job," she pleaded. She knew that the principal was married, but to a stern looking woman, she wasn't anything as pretty as Sarah. "I'm sure we can figure out like something to fix this," she smiled at him before reaching down and rubbing his groin. 

"Uh..." he stuttered. "I guess I could change my mind about letting you go..." he said. Sarah nodded and walked over to the door locking it. She then walked back to the principal before undoing his pants and dropping them to the floor along with his underwear. She then got on her knees and began to stroke his cock, making it nice and hard. She then wrapped her plump cock-sucking lips around his cock and began to give him head. She sucked on his cock hard, the principal moaned from the pleasure. She pulled her lips off his cock and jacked him off. "Mmm cocks taste yummy!" she giggled before sucking on it again. She then began to deep-throat his cock. "This will be our little secret," the principal moaned.

Chapter 3

That night John browsed Sarah's Facebook again. She'd posted more pictures. A lot of them were starting to be racy due to her new outfits, and she was also showing off her plump lips a lot. He noticed her amount of friends had jumped from 92 to 543. She had a lot of comments on the new pics, most were good, but a few of her old friends and family seemed worried. There was one comment by Sarah responding to their concerns. Like you all need to stop being haters, and let me live my life. Suddenly his phone vibrated with a text.




Classroom Barbie



???: Hey its Sarah ;)

John: How'd you get my number?

Sarah: Facebook I hope this is ok

John: Yeah, its fine! 

Sarah: I know teachers aren't like supposed to text there students but idc 

John: Me either lol

Sarah: Hows your brake so far hun?

John: Fine, yours? 

Sarah: Its ok im sort of loonely i mis seaing u in clas

John: Me too :)

He and Sarah texted on and off for the rest of the night.

The break was over in a blink of an eye and John was back in school. He sat down in Sarah's classroom and checked his phone. He saw a text from her. I have a suprize 4 u John ull sea when i get to clas. The class was loud as the students all chatted about their breaks with each other. Suddenly the door opened and Sarah stepped inside. The whole class fell silent, and John could see why.

Sarah was wearing a short and tight fitting pink dress. He noticed that her waist was incredibly skinny, she was thinner now, like almost Barbie thin, she must have gotten lipo. The pink dress barely covered her crotch, and he saw that her thighs went from super skinny to juicy and thick, so she'd gotten thigh injections too. His eyes drifted up to her chest. The top was super low-cut and seemed a size too small for her new round fake DD breasts. 

The implants were high on her chest and very fake looking, she wasn't even wearing a bra, her nipples were visible through the thin pink material. She had a diamond necklace around her neck and matching diamond bracelet. John was so hard as he stared at her new fake breasts. Sarah turned to walk towards her desk and John's jaw dropped. Her ass was huge! It was massive, sticking out and barely contained by the short dress. Her ass looked even bigger then Kim's, she was in the realm of an ass model now.

Mrs Williams giggled and sat at her desk. "I hope everyone had like a good break and stuff," she said. John noticed that Sarah's pupils were huge and her eyes looked bloodshot, she must have still been taking painkillers from all the surgeries. Sarah adjusted the top of her dress, touching her breasts and pulling them up. "Sorry they are new," she smiled. The class was still silent, shocked. "Well they look great," Ashley said breaking the silence. 

"Thanks honey!" Sarah beamed. The class began to talk quietly to themselves as Sarah got up to pull down the over-head to show a video. As she pulled the overhead down she made a show of bending over as far as she could, her short pink dress riding up and showing her new huge fake booty, and the thin pink G-string. She stood up before pulling the dress back down over her ass. She then wobbled back to her desk in her pink heels. John noticed that she'd had her hair done; it was much longer now and had much more volume. She looked like the perfect Barbie. "I'm so high right now," Sarah giggled. "Does anyone want some vicodin?" 

"Sure," Ashley said getting up out of her seat. John watched the blonde cheerleader walk to Sarah and accept a few pills from her before taking them dry. As the class went on the video played but no one watched it, all eyes were on Mrs. Williams and Ashley who was sitting by her desk as they laughed and acted completely out of it. People were taking pictures with their phone, especially when Ashley reached out and touched Sarah's new fake tits. "They feel so good!" she said. John smiled to himself. After class everyone left, including Ashley. John approached Sarah's desk. 

"Ashley asked me to be like the new cheerleading coach! The old one quit!" Sarah said happily. "I like said yes!"

"That's great," John smiled. "I really like my surprise." He said as he stared at her breasts. 

"You like them?" she squealed happily as she touched her breasts. "Here, feel them," she said grabbing his hand and placing it on her breast. John obliged, squeezing her breast and rubbing her hard nipple through the fabric. Sarah moaned. "What about my ass? I like didn't over do it did I?" she asked, getting up and bending over. 

"No it looks perfect," he said. He laid a hand on her round ass and squeezed it. "Um, I'll be right back." Sarah said. She walked over and locked the door and turned off the lights. 

She then walked towards him before pulling her top down to expose her new fake tits. "I've wanted to do this for a long time," she said as she placed a hand on his chest and leaned in. He noticed that her nose was different; she must have gotten it done as well. Not only that but her cheeks were slightly bigger, she'd also gotten cheek implants to make her look younger. John leaned in and kissed Sarah, pressing his lips against her large plump ones. 

It felt great; she kissed him back fiercely, slipping her tongue into his mouth. As they kissed John's hands slipped up to her breasts, he squeezed them and played with her nipples making Sarah moan. She suddenly dropped to her knees, undoing his pants and pulling his boxers down to expose his big hard cock. She kissed the head of his cock and slipped her huge lips around it. John moaned as she began to suck his cock like she'd been doing it her whole life. Her fake lips felt great around his cock. John grunted as she began to deep-throat his cock without barely making a sound. "Ohhh godd..." he moaned. Several minutes later she pulled away and he exploded. Spraying his warm cum all over her chin and her fake tits. Sarah licked up the cum on her face, "Its so yummy!" she giggled as she began to rub the cum in all over her tits, making them shinny. Sarah got up and kissed John again. 

He pushed Sarah against the desk, her short dress riding up and showing her pink thong. Sarah pulled it down showing her tight pink pussy.

"I've only ever fucked my ex-husband," she said. So she was calling her dead husband her ex now. John smiled at her, "Its time to change that," he said before he shoved his big cock into her tight pussy. Sarah moaned loudly as he began to fuck her against the desk. Her fake tits bounced as he fucked her, "Oh god, yes, John yes!" she moaned. "Take my big cock you slut!" he grunted. 

"Oh yes! Fuck me harder! I'm your little slut!" she moaned. He pounded her tight pussy, his cock going all the way to her cervix, making the pleasure more intense for her. He leaned forward and began to suck her nipple and nibble on it as he rammed his cock into her wet pussy. Suddenly Sarah reared back and moaned as she orgasmed in his arms. He followed a few seconds later, exploding again inside her as his cum squirted deep inside her pussy.

"Don't worry I can't have kids," Sarah said breathing heavily. 

"Okay," John said as he pulled his cock out of her pussy. She smiled at him and leaned in and kissed him, "That was soo good, you fuck better then my ex." She giggled. 

"You should like come see my house one night." She suggested.

"Sure, that sounds nice; probably safer then making love here." 

"Yeah, hehe." Sarah said as she pulled her thong up and her short dress down before pulling it back up over her fake breasts and slipping the thin straps back over her shoulders. 

"I'm gonna head home I'll text you Sarah." He said smiling at her.

She nodded and waved at him as he left before turning to collect her things.

John walked into class the next day to find Sarah already inside. She was wearing tight fitting white pants that showed off the contour of her big fake ass. She was wearing a tight fitting blue top that showed off her big fake tits and which came down to her midriff, revealing her pierced belly button, and was that a new tattoo? Sure enough there was a small black Playboy bunny on her midriff. He also noticed it looked like she'd gotten a fake tan, she was practically orange now; her fake tan was very obvious.

Sarah then turned around and bent over for some reason, her white pants riding down and showing off her thong and a new tramp stamp. It was the words Barbie stenciled in pink letters. John liked the tattoos, he saw Sarah turn to him and wink. He noticed that her eyebrows were different and realized she now sported dark tattooed ones, perfectly symmetrical. "Okay you guys can like do whatever you want, skip, go home, I don't care." She smiled at her class. "I'll be showing Legally Blonde," she giggled as she put on the movie. 

Sarah then sat at her desk putting a pencil to her large lips as she was attempting to read something on her computer. 

"Um Mrs. Williams why does it say Mrs. Barbie on the board?" Ashley asked. John looked up and saw that sure enough it was written there. 

"Oh lol, I forgot to tell you guys that I like changed my name yesterday? I did it illegally, or is it legally? Whichever one the governers say is ok," she giggled. She pulled out her driver license and showed it to the class, "See?" she asked. Sure enough it said Sarah Barbie on the license, and showed a recent picture of her. She was pouting in the picture. 

"Cool!" Ashley said. "Don't forget about cheer-practice after school Mrs. Barbie!" she said. Sarah nodded, "Okay I won't!" she said, her breasts bouncing as she nodded. 

Once the classroom was clear John approached Sarah with his laptop, "Hey Sarah I have a cool fashion video I thought you'd like, its called Barbie Fashion." He said.

"Ohhh! Play it! I want too see!" she squealed. He played the video and soon she was frozen again as she stared at the screen. He read the screen as it flashed. Bigger boobs! You will obey John's every command... You will fuck only him unless he says otherwise. Soon the brainwashing was done. "Ohhh like my brain hurts," she said. "Wait no my skull hurts," she giggled. "Your brains are in your boobies right?" she asked as she touched them and began to rub them. "Mmm my boobies are still too small!" she pouted. "Oh well I'm right! I can buy like anything!" she giggled. He'd forgotten to turn the intelligence draining part off, and it seemed she'd become even dumber. Oh well. She turned to John, "I need to go to cheer-practice," she said getting up. 

"Come over to my house tonight, I'll have a new surprise for you baby." She winked at him before walking out of the classroom, he watched her giant ass in the tight white pants as she left and felt his cock harden.

Chapter 4

Later that night John followed Sarah's directions and rode his bike to her house. He whistled as he saw the house. It was massive, like a mansion. Standing outside was Sarah. "John!" she said as he came closer. "I bought some cars today!" she said as she pointed to the pink corvette. "Nice!" he said admiring the car. "And this is your surprise, this one is for you!" she giggled as she pointed to a bright red, 2013 Mustang GT. "Holy fucking shit!" John yelled. "You bought this for me?!" he said looking at the car.

"Like duh, I love you baby," she said as she tossed him a set of keys. John snatched them out of the air and then pulled Sarah into a hug resting his head on her breasts. 

"Thank you so much..." he said.

"Your welcome, you can like repay me later." She giggled, "Now come inside I want to introduce you to the girls." She said.

"The girls?" he asked as he followed Sarah into the massive house, he gave her big ass a light slap which made her giggle. 

She walked into the living room and John's eyes widened when he saw the entire Cheer Leading squad sitting in the living room. All of the school's most popular girls, they smiled at him.

"Girls this is John," she said. 

"Hey John," they all said, Ashley smiled at him. She was pretty with long dark hair, a pretty face thin body, and small perky breasts she liked to show off.

"Hey Ashley," he said. 

"You girls all need to see John's new car he drove here in *giggle*, it's like really totally hot!" Sarah said.

"Yes Mrs. Barbie," the girls replied. "Hey John I need to like talk to you with just like us, follow me," she said before walking off into the kitchen. She turned to John. "I need your help," she frowned as if thinking really hard. "I want my gitls to be sexy, like the hottest cheer squad ever, so they'd win all those como... compo.. contest thingys." She said. "But their boobies are like so small and stuff, I want them to be barbies like me." She said.

"I might be able to help with that..." John said slowly. "Like what I did to you, I have a program that can turn them into bimbos, and have them agree for the plastic surgery, as for their parents it will be easy to convince them with this program." He grinned.

"You like turned me into a bimbo?" she asked looking as surprised as her frozen face would allow.

"Yeah," he said. 

"Awh thank you so much! I'm like so happy!" she said before she began kissing him. "Just give me 20 minutes, and I need all their names..." he said. 

Twenty minutes later and he'd tweaked his first video a bit, deleted some commands, and edited in all their names, while removing Sarah's. The video would no longer affect her. He walked into the living room and used a cord to hook his laptop up to the massive plasma screen. "Like we are totally going to watch a cheerleading video girls!" Sarah said. John played the video and suddenly all of the girls froze as the colors began to flash, with glazed looks on their face. "Oooh pretty colors!" Sarah clapped.  

"Is it working?" she asked.

"Yes," John said. "They will all now listen to everything you say, want to get implants and other surgeries and their intelligence will be lowered a bit, but not as far as we need." 

"Good," she giggled. When the video the girls blinked confused, "Why didn't the video play?" Ashley said as she rubbed her temples. 

"I guess the link's broken." John shrugged. He'd planted a special command for Ashley... that she'd like him.

"I have to admit something... god I wish I had big fake breasts like you Mrs. Barbie," Sarah said. "Me too!" some of the other girls said as they looked at their smaller breasts. 

"I can buy you all fake boobies!" Sarah said.

"I don't think my parents would ever agree to that," Ashley sighed. "Don't worry I can like totally make them see the... the... dark? No that's not right." 

"You'll convince them," John offered.

"Yeah! I'll condense them!" Sarah said. "Just show them this video," she said offering them all disks. "Tell them its information about the cheer-squad," she said. "It will condense them," she giggled. It was true; John had made the videos earlier to convince the parents that their girls implants were okay and totally acceptable. He'd set the parents to expect their daughters future changes, and they wouldn't be surprised now when they started to act like bimbo's due to the video.

"Okay!" the girls said as they each took a disk. "Okay girls its like time to go home, your mommies and daddies are totally outside right now." Sarah said; as the girls got up to leave Ashley looked at Sarah.

"My parent's aren't they like couldn't pick me up today." She said. 

"I'll give you a ride," John offered.

"Sure!" Ashley said her face lighting up. "Thanks John!" she said. They walked outside together, John couldn't help but admire her thin petite frame, her small tight ass and her petite rounds breasts. "That's your car!" she yelled when she saw it.

"Yeah," he said scratching his head as he unlocked it. "Oh my god!" she said running towards it. "This car is so hot!" she said. They both climbed in and took off down the road, John began going about seventy miles an hour. Soon they pulled up outside her house.

"Thanks for the ride John," Ashley smiled. She then leaned in and kissed John. "I'll text you okay?" she smiled before getting out and walking up to her house. John couldn't believe it; he'd just been kissed by Ashley. He drove home thinking about what he was doing now and where his life was going. He'd be sure to make a video to convince his parents his new car was okay and normal. 



Classroom Cocksucker



"Okay class, today we are watching a documentary on how nuclear fission works." Droned our science teacher, Mr. Kilbridge. "You are all seniors now and graduating in less than a month so I expect you to all be attentive and take in the information I am providing you with. Remember, you are tomorrow's future."

With that, he turned off the lights and started the long and boring film. I sighed. This was going to be a stupid class. I sat in the back row in the corner of the room at the last of the two-person lab tables so not only could I not see the screen very well, but the darkness of the room and my tired brain soon came to the conclusion without me to fall asleep. In my half-sleep state, I dreamed I was having sex with some hot chick, I don't know who just some faceless girl, so naturally, to my dismay, I woke up half-way through the film with a raging hard-on. I tried rubbing it a little through my jeans to make it go down, but it wasn't working.

Just then I heard a muffled giggle. I turned to my right to see the other student at my table in the back, Kristina, attempting to hide a smile next to me and trying hard to look like she was watching the film. Kristina was a girl that had never really caught my attention before this year. She had never been really pretty or had big boobs or a big butt. She was a shy girl that had seemed to disappear in the crowd to me. That was before senior year. When I saw her the first day of school that year, I hadn't recognized her. Over the summer from eleventh to twelfth grade, she had gone from an average teenage girl, to a gorgeous and curvaceous woman. Her dark brown hair had grown down past her shoulders and hung loosely in the middle of her back. Her breasts had grown full and firm, easily filling out her lace bras which always just peaked over the top of her semi-low cut t-shirts. Her large chest narrowed down to a slim waist before going out to form her wide hips and her incredible ass. And I don't just mean incredible, I mean perfect. Like a one-thousand-squats-per-day-for-ten-years perfect. Her tight fitting jean cut-offs just accented her large butt and made it seem even better. Finally, her long, toned legs and beach tan completed the picture of her. She was a girl I had masturbated to several times before.

Despite her new-found looks, she was still shy and didn't talk to any guys so I had never thought of pursuing her. Even though I was tall and muscular from wrestling and football, I knew she was way out of my league. So when she started laughing at me, my whole face turned beat red in the dark classroom.

"What's so funny?" I whispered to her.

She smiled at me and pointed down at my crotch.

"It looks like you've got a little problem down there, or more accurately a BIG problem." She whispered in reply.

"I can't help it, this thing has a mind of its own sometimes and it can be pretty uncomfortable to wear jeans some days." I whispered back.

I turned my eyes back to the video, trying to take my mind off my raging erection and the hot girl next to me when I heard something that almost made me choke.

"Need some help?" asked Kristina, smiling.

Before I could answer she reached into my lap and grabbed my penis through my jeans, running her small hands up and down the length.

"Oh my." She whispered, "I'm impressed Sam."

I couldn't respond. I could barely breathe correctly. After a minute of stroking my shaft, she reached over and unzipped my jeans before reaching into my pants and pulling my rock hard cock through the opening. After giving it a few strokes, she giggled again and then leaned over and wrapped her full, red lips around the head. She began sucking on the head and first couple inches lightly as my mind melted with pleasure. I couldn't believe it. Here was this gorgeous vixen sucking on my dick, during class! She wrapped her hand around the base of it and continued going deeper, getting another inch or so in her mouth before pulling off for a breath. She breathed a little heavy and grinned up at me.

"You should see your face right now." She whispered, trying to hold in laughter.

Done resting, she slipped her mouth once again over my head and pushed more and more of my cock into her wet, warm mouth until she had to move her hand off the base to get more in. She managed to get six inches in her mouth, with about an inch or two popping the entrance of her throat open and making her gag slightly, but try as she might, she couldn't get the last two inches in. Seeing her struggles, I looked around to make sure no one had noticed us before placing my hand on the back of her head. I began applying pressure to her head, forcing more and more of my cock into her tight, teen throat until finally, her nose pressed into my crotch and my entire eight inch length disappeared between her cute lips. I held her down a bit enjoying the sensation of her gagging, convulsing throat massaging my cock until she squeezed my leg lightly and I let her up. She quietly gasped in air while simultaneously smiling at me, obviously pleased with herself for being able to take so much in her mouth.

Confident she could get all of it into her mouth, I gently wrapped my fingers in her brown locks of hair and began pushing her down on my dick. I took her head with both hands and effectively using her mouth to send shivers of pleasure through my body. Luckily, the video covered up the slight gagging and slurping sounds. We got into a rhythm of me fucking her face, lightly so as not to get discovered. She allowed me to use her soft, velvety mouth and I let her up for air whenever she squeezed my thigh to signal she was out of breath. I could feel the familiar tingling in my balls that signaled I was going to cum soon. I pushed her head down one final time until my full length disappeared between her lips and held her there as I began to cum what seemed like gallons of cum straight down her throat and into her stomach. Her throat contracted and squeezed my dick, milking it of my cum She gagged quietly on my cock but I held kept her down as my orgasm flowed into her, the video's audio masking all sounds of what was happening behind the two dozen other students and teacher. Finally, I finished unloading into her stomach and my cock started softening, slipping out of her throat to rest in her mouth. Kristina began licking and sucking my dick clean while panting hard as her abused throat recovered from its rough assault. Just as I tucked my limp cock into my jeans, the video stopped and the lights flew on.

"Thank you all for paying attention and have a good weekend. You are all dismissed." Said Mr. Kilbridge as kids started gathering their binders and leaving class.

I turned to Kristina to say something but she just smiled at me teasingly and wiped a bit of cum off her chin before racing out of the classroom and disappearing into the sea of kids that was flooding the hall. I zipped my pants up and left the classroom in search of her, but she was long gone and I had no other classes with her the rest of the day. I searched for her in the hall after dismissal, but still had no luck in locating the gorgeous girl who had drained my balls during science. Still a bit skeptical about what had happened, I got in my truck and drove home. I had no plans this weekend so I went straight home and to my room to watch TV. At about seven o'clock, my mom ordered a pizza and I headed downstairs to get a few slices. Just as I was about to head back upstairs, my plate loaded with pizza, the doorbell rang.

"I hope I gave the pizza guy the right amount of money." My mom said as she opened the door, digging through her purse. "How much was I... Oh I'm sorry. I thought you were the pizza boy" She stopped mid-sentence.

"Hi Mrs. Miller, Sam is taking me to a movie tonight." Came a silky female voice from the front porch.

"Oh of course." My mom replied. "Sam. Your girlfriend whom you never mentioned to me is here. You're taking her to a movie?"

I stepped into view of the door to find Kristina standing in our doorway dressed in a pair of cut off jean shorts and a T-shirt, similar to what she had been wearing at school.

"Oh umm... yeah sorry mom we're going to see a movie tonight. This is Kristina. She's a girl in my grade. I don't think you've met her." I stammered still shocked

"Nice to meet you Mrs. Miller." Kristina said sweetly. "I'll wait for you in your car Sam."

I slipped on some sneakers and grabbed my wallet and keys from the dish on the counter.

"She's cute Sam. Nice job." My mom said, smiling at me. "Just remember if anything does ever happen between you two, use protection."

"Jesus mom you act like I'm 10. I'm 18 now I'll be fine." I sighed in response.

"Okay, Okay," she said, holding her hands up in surrender but still smiling.

I left the house, my face red. I opened my truck door and climbed inside. Kristina was sitting in the passenger seat already buckled in so I turned on the car and pulled out of the driveway.

"So...I'm taking you to a movie." I said, questioningly.

"Don't worry I have tickets but the movie doesn't start until ten o'clock so let's kill some time. My parents aren't home, go to my place. Just take a left up here and it's the third house in."

I pulled in the driveway and she led me into the house.

"So about earlier today..." I began "What was that all about? You never show any interest in boys despite the fact that you're stunning and then suddenly today, you're sucking my dick during school?"

"Yeah it's just that I'm eighteen now and I wanted to do something...adult. That and I saw you're huge dick during science and I had to have it. I hope you're not mad." She explained as she got one of her dad's beers from the fridge and set it on the counter.

Before she could open it, I walked up behind her and slapped her ass, hard. She yelped and turned to glare at me but I just pulled her body close to mine in a kiss, her big tits pressing against my chest. Her eyes widened at first, but she soon got into it and began kissing me back. I reached down behind and grabbed a handful of her voluminous butt and squeezed her firm cheeks. She moaned and broke the kiss.

"Shall we take this to somewhere more appropriate?" she asked.

Without responding, I picked her up over my shoulder and carried her to her bedroom and unceremoniously dumped her on the bed. She laughed and playfully kicked at me as I pulled her T-shirt and bra over her head before tossing them onto the floor in a pile, exposing her perfect 34D tits. I cupped them and squeezed them, sucking lightly on her nipples. She spun around face down on the bed so her head was facing my crotch and tugged on my shirt, indicating that I should remove it so I pulled it off while she unbuckled my belt and unzipped my jeans. She reached her small hand into my boxers and pulled my semi-erect penis out. She licked her lips hungrily and put my rapidly hardening cock in her mouth and started sucking lightly on it as I reached over her back and played with her full, round ass. After a few minutes of her sucking my dick, I pulled her head off my slick shaft and spun her body around so her head was away from me. I ripped off her shorts and panties, unable to wait any longer and rubbed the head of my cock along her slit before slowly pushing into her virgin pussy. She moaned and gasped as my thick cock filled her tiny, tight pussy to its max. She was so tight and warm, that I almost came right then but I got ahold of myself and began to thrust into her, slowly at first but picking up speed until I was pounding her tiny hole as she screamed with pleasure. She came quickly, her pussy squeezing my cock tightly as she orgasmed around my shaft. I continued pumping into her alternating between slow and sensual and then suddenly changing to full force pounding her. This alternating rhythm made her cum for the second time shortly after the first. She wrapped her legs around my back and screamed as she came, her walls clenching me tightly and almost making me cum.

She lay there exhausted and panting as I pulled my rock-hard dick from her dripping pussy. I looked around on the floor of her room and grabbed a random computer cord lying on the ground. She giggled and weakly struggled as I tied her hands behind her back. She glared cutely at me as she struggled to get my cock back in her pussy but without being able to use her hands, it was futile. I took her bra and placed it in her mouth between her teeth and tied it behind her head, gagging her and preventing her from talking. Leaving her tied up lying on her stomach in the middle of her bed, I left her room and went down the hallway to her parents' room where I searched drawers until I found what I was searching for. I walked back into her room with my prize and held it up for her to see; a large bottle of lube.

I opened the top of the bottle and squeezed some on her tight little asshole and then put a little on my cock. As she realized what I was about to do, her eyes grew wide and she struggled to free her hands and talk, but I held her small frame down easily.

"Shhhh...." I whispered in her ear, "Just calm down. Trust me Kristina"

This stopped her struggling but she still shook her head 'no' at me and was trembling with nervousness. I pressed the thick head of my penis against her asshole and began pushing in until the head of my cock popped into her ass, sticking out of her butt like a pin stuck in a pincushion. She yelped in pain as the thick head of my dick forced its way into her ass, stretching out her tight little butt. She whimpered cutely as I pushed slowly into her ass, forcing more and more of me into her tight hole until all eight inches was ball deep in her tight ass. She cried out as I began fucking her slowly but her shrieks of pain soon morphed into moans of pleasure as her ass stretched out to accommodate my thick girth and length. She moaned and shivered as I fucked her, building a faster and faster rhythm. It wasn't long until she came for the third time with a high pitched squeal of pleasure through the gag.

At this, I began fucking her, hard and fast, thrusting and shoving every inch of my cock into her ass and then pulling all but the head out only to thrust in again. She moaned and screamed, her body shaking with the intense pleasure she had never felt before. I could feel the tingling in my balls that signaled I was close to unleashing a load of cum so I thrust on last time deep in her tight ass and starting shooting buckets of cum into her ass, filling up her tight hole. Kristina's eyes rolled up into her head as she had her fourth orgasm of the night while my balls continued to release wave after wave of cum into her ass. Finally finished, I pulled my softening cock from her gaping, cum filled ass to find out she had passed out from her last orgasm's intense pleasure. I untied her hand and removed her gag before putting her clothes back on her and carrying her back down to living room. I let her sleep in my lap while I watched some TV, her soft, warm body pressed against me, only moving when she breathed in her sleep. About an hour later, she woke up and blinked, looking around.

"What happened?" she asked, yawning and rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.

"Nothing major, you just passed out from your fourth orgasm." I replied hugging her small form to my chest.

"That was incredible Sam. Thank you for helping me to experience that. I never would have thought I could cum four times in one night" she exclaimed in amazement.

"My pleasure. Literally" I replied, "Now if you want to make that movie, we can still see it but we have to leave now."

"Oh yeah sure, I completely forgot. Let's go" she said.

With that, we climbed into my truck and headed to the movie theater by the mall. We arrived at the theater just on time. The movie was Furious 7 in 3D and it was probably excellent, but I couldn't focus very well because halfway through the film, Kristina reached into my lap and pulled out my now rapidly hardening cock from my jeans and started stroking up and down my shaft. Luckily the later showing time meant that there were very few people in the theater with us so no one was near us to notice the sexual activity going on a row or two behind or in front of them. "Oops," she whispered as she dropped her 3D glasses by my feet. As she leaned down to retrieve them, she slipped her lips around my cock and pushed down, quickly gulping a good 5 or 6 inches of my penis and covering it in saliva before pulling off and returning to her sitting position while her soft, smooth hand continued its up and down motion on my shaft now with lubrication. She resumed watching the movie, seemingly unfazed while I was sweating in my seat and gripping the arm rests until my knuckles turned white. I tried to calm down and focus on the movie, but I had no luck in doing so. After a good half an hour of her running her hand along my penis, I began to feel my balls tighten.

"I'm gonna cum." I whispered in Kristina's ear.

She nodded and leaned down in my lap, engulfing my cock in her soft, warm mouth. That sent me over the edge and I began to spew ropes of cum into her warm, wet mouth. I filled her mouth to bursting, making her cheeks bulge with the amount of cum. She swallowed as much of it as she could, but some leaked out around her lips and got on her cheeks. When I was finally done, she licked my cock clean and wiped all the cum that had gotten on her face off and licked her fingers before giggling softly and turning back to watch the film. I returned my limp cock to my jeans once again and settled back in my seat, the movie almost finished. After the movie ended, I drove Kristina home. She fell asleep in the passenger seat and was still sleeping when we reached her house so I carried her in and lay her down on her bed. Making sure she was comfortable, I drove back to my house. It was nearly one in the morning so my parents were asleep and the lights were off. Tired from the sex and the late hour, I went up to my room and promptly passed out on my bed.




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Classroom Curses



It was as if the clock hands never actually moved around and instead just made that brain-melting, ticking sound to seem like they were doing their job. "English" Jessie thought, "It has to be the blandest subject ever!" It had been a while since she had mentally blocked her teacher's monotone from entering her ears. She glanced over to her left to see Anna sitting at her desk with a little too much enthusiasm for the occasion.

Just last Sunday they had got into an argument. It had been at a friend's party and she was likely slightly drunk. Eventually she was passed out on the floor. That was probably why she couldn't remember what they had said, or even what the argument was about in the first place. What she did remember however, was winning. That was the important part.

Jessie had expected Anna to be annoyed and angry by the time they had come back to school. But when she saw Jessie looking at her from across the room, the expected glare or distraught expression wasn't there. In fact, she was smiling, smiling back at her. Puzzled by this, Jessie returned her gaze to the front of the classroom in time to see her teacher get a call to leave for a minute.

"You all behave while I'm away. I'll only be a minute so I want no talking!" Naturally the room burst into life the instant the door had shut behind him. Anna got up and walked towards Jessie's desk.

"What are you smiling about?" Jessie asked with a hint of agitation in her tone. "Don't you remember what happened last Sunday? Or were you too drunk?"

"Oh I remember" was the reply. "You sure looked smug after unfairly winning that argument.

"Well I'm afraid you can't take it back now. I won, you lost, end of."

Anna paused and smiled. "You might find that I did get my own back. While you were passed out on the floor, me and a couple of friends gave you a little something to remind you of me."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Anna pointed at the back of Jessie's right hand. Right in the middle was a tiny, black silhouette of a pig. 

"You tattooed me? What kind of revenge is that? You realise I can get you back for this?"

"I wasn't finished. You'll find out at 2:30 today, that's fifteen minutes."

"What on earth are you on about?" She was interrupted by the re-entry of their English teacher who hastily ushered everyone back to their seats and into silence.

The next fifteen minutes felt more like three hours. All Jessie could do was sit their pondering about what Anna could mean about 2:30 while her teacher babbled on about sentence structure and other boring "matters of importance". At 2:29 she was excited to find out what was going to happen, but at the same time worried.

"What if she shows everyone in the class something embarrassing about me? Or maybe she will get up and pretend to spill a glass of water on my lap?" She turned to see Anna who was also eyeing the clock eagerly. "What is she planning?" Jessie wondered. The clock struck 2:30. A thought quickly made its way into her mind. "What if it was a joke? Maybe it was just a stupid little trick to get me worrying." She swivelled her head to Anna and was about to pull a face that said something along the lines of "Was that it?" when she suddenly felt quite hot, as if the room's temperature had just risen a few degrees. No, it was her. No one else had reacted. She felt sweat run down her back and her face going red. She stared at Anna who was watching with enjoyment. "What did she do to me?"

She shifted around her chair uncomfortably and in the movement noticed her hand. Around the tattoo that Anna had put there, her skin looked different. It looked almost pinker, as if it was raw and she could swear that, unless the heat was playing with her mind, that the tattoo was also changing colour. It seemed to have a slight tint of glowing red.

"What kind of tattoo glows?" she thought. An uncomfortable feeling in her gut sent her hand clutching her stomach. She raised her head to see Anna once again smiling. It was a particularly sinister smile and was followed by a wink.

"What the hell has she done?" Out of nowhere she felt a strain on her chest as if her clothes were tightening. Her breasts pushed against the fabric of her bra and she felt something unexpected, especially considering she was in the middle of an English lesson. She felt pleasure. As she became hotter, she began to feel her nipples harden beneath her clothes. This in turn triggered sensitivity between her legs and a trickle of cum dribbling down her crotch. The continuing strain on her chest caused Jessie to instinctively clench her teeth while at the same time fear raced through her brain.

She looked over to her enemy for an explanation to the sudden halt in her giggling. Anna's hand was clasped over her mouth in astonishment, but she could see the edges of her smile peeping out the sides. She was staring directly at Jessie's breasts. She followed Anna's gaze to discover the terrifying truth. Her tits were expanding!

Her pulse began to race as she rooted through her mind for a way of stopping what logic-defying event was unfolding on her. She was now feeling strain around her hips and rear now. How far will my flimsy uniform hold out before it can't stretch anymore? Her question was quickly answered as a quick, quiet snap was the defeat of her bra straps. The remains fell to the bottom of her tucked-in shirt. Looking around she was relieved to find nobody had heard, nobody except Anna of course who was having the time of her life. She couldn't try to put them back. How strange would she look fidgeting around with her breasts in class. As they grew they became more visible, to the point where her cleavage began to swallow up her top and her erect nipples stretched through the fabric and into view. She pulled the top of her shirt away just far enough so only she could see. The two glutinous mounds on her front were pinker than she had ever seen them. Then something particularly strange happened. She felt a pressure against her shirt but under her breasts and on her stomach. She pressed her hand against where the feeling was coming from and felts another set of mounds pushing through. Below them was a third, each one pointed off with another hard, nipple-like tip on the end. A moment of realisation caused her heart to skip a beat. The tattoo! It was of a pig! She was growing two more sets of breasts just like a pig! She couldn't stay here! She needed to leave!

Breaking the silence, she hurriedly stood up with her hand raised.

"Is there a problem Jessie?" her teacher droned on.

"I need the toilet really bad!"

"Well I'm sorry Jessie, you know the rules. Students are not allowed to-". He was cut short as Jessie sprinted out of the chair.

"Whatever the punishment is, it can't be worse than this" she thought. But she was only halfway across the classroom when she was suddenly overwhelmed by an extreme feeling of pleasure. It felt like an orgasm all over her body. It was so powerful that it caught her off guard completely and sent her onto her knees in the middle of the floor. Looks of surprise were shared by everyone in the class as they stared at her, with the exception of Anna who had seemingly planned it all. Jessie let out a loud groan as her shirt generated a horrifying, ripping sound and fell apart on the floor. Jaws dropped and gasps were heard when six, oversized, pink tits dropped loose from her front and wobbled side to side, giving everyone a full view of her current state. They barely had time to react when a second tearing sound was heard, but from behind this time. Jessie's skirt, tights and panties all gave way simultaneously to the bulbous recreation of her large, pink buttocks. A particularly swollen pussy bulged out from between her legs and drips with cum. One final grunt pushed a small curly tail out from above her anus which was now high in the air for all to see. Then just like on that Sunday night, her vision slowly blurred as she passed out on the classroom floor. There was silence. Anna smiled, her revenge accomplished.

End



Classroom Dare



Denise pulled into her assigned spot in the faculty parking lot of the high school. She put the car into Park and turned it off. She opened the car door and turned her body to get out of the seat. As her legs split she felt the cold chill of the wind all the way to her bare pussy. It served as a reminder of what she had planned for today. She's been so horny lately and her online friend had taken full advantage of the situation.

"Wear a short skirt to school today and do not wear panties," he had told her in an email. "When you get to class, I want you thinking of what you're going to do this afternoon."

She had followed his directions as she knew she would. When she was this turned-on she would do just about anything. It was like she was drunk on desire. 

So there she was, with the cold January wind whipping up her skirt and chilling her pussy. She stood up and then reached back in to grab her bags. She bent over at the waist and kept her legs straight. She knew the skirt would rise up in the back and imagined that anyone in the parking lot was getting a nice view of her thighs. 

As she walked across the parking lot and into the building she felt her face flush. It was as if everyone just knew she wasn't wearing panties. It only got worse as she went inside. Students and teachers were everywhere. She actually had to stop for a few seconds and gather herself together before heading to her room. 

When she reached her classroom, she closed the door and then leaned back against it and tried to slow her breathing down. She put her bag next to her desk and walked over to her small office. Sitting at her office desk, she felt more secure in this enclosed space.

She turned on her computer and opened her email. She read his email with the detailed instructions and quietly whispered, "Oh my!" She could feel the warmth rush through her body as she read.

"First," she read, "as you read this email, I want you to pull your skirt up around your waist so that your bare ass and pussy are touching the chair."

She looked quickly into her classroom. She knew the door was locked and that it would be twenty minutes before the students were there, but she was still nervous. She reached down and quickly pulled her skirt up, bunching it around her waist. She had only been sitting there for a minute, so the plastic chair was still cold. It caused her to take in a deep breath as her hot pussy lips pressed against the cold plastic. 

"Oh, I can't believe I'm doing this." She told herself as she read the rest of the email.

"Next, I want you to touch your bare pussy. Slide your fingers gently across the lips. I want you to feel the heat coming from inside of you. Do not touch your clit. Feel the moistness, the steamy warmth. Let one finger glide between the lips. Once. Twice. Get it nice and wet. Then, quickly go into your classroom. Pick a spot on the blackboard and draw a small heart using the wetness from your pussy. Put it somewhere that won't affect your teaching, but where you will constantly see it. If your finger gets dry, slide it between your pussy lips again. Do not touch your clit."

"Oh wow!" she thought. "Can I do this? This is crazy." 

She slid her hand down to her pussy. She was already wet and hot. She barely had to touch herself and her finger slid into the slickness. She worked her finger until she it was coated with her juices. Despite his instructions, she let it slip up against her clitoris once. It sent shivers throughout her body.

She got up and had to use her free hand to push the skirt down from above her hips. She walked into the room, her finger chilled from the air in the room. She found a spot in the top left corner of her blackboard, just above the assignments for the day. She quickly drew a heart about 3 inches in size. Her finger only completed half of the heart before the moisture was gone. 

She moved to the side of her desk, keeping it between her and the door and squatted down. She hoped that it looked like she was picking something up as she slid her finger into her pussy again. 

"Oh. Oh...," she whispered to herself as her finger brushed against her engorged clit. She stood up and quickly completed the drawing of the heart. This time, her finger was so wet that the new side was even darker than the first attempt. She was able to retrace the entire heart.

She went back to the office and read the next instructions in his email, "If you have accomplished what I've asked so far, you can now go and teach your classes. However, between each class, I want you to go back to your office and touch your pussy again. I want you wet as possible waiting for your conference period." 

Denise suffered her way through her classes. "They have to notice how distracted I am." She thought to herself as her class worked on their assignments. "Oh no! What if they can smell me?" She brought her hand up to her mouth in shock as she thought this, only to be reminded immediately as her finger touched her lips. She could smell her scent on her finger. She felt her face flush hot and redness rushed to her neck and cleavage. 

Finally, her classes left and she had a free conference period. She locked the door as the last student left and then rushed to her office. She opened her email account to read what he had left for her.

It was quickly to the point. "Get naked. Do it. I want it all off. Lay the clothes across your desk. Put the bra on top of everything. Write a note that says, "For Tabber" and put it on top. Take a picture of the clothes with the note. Then walk into your classroom and hold the camera to the side of your breast. I want a profile picture of your breast with the desks and blackboard in the back. Then tape your bra to the blackboard and write "For Tabber" next to it and take a picture. Then, and only then, you can go back to your office, sit in the chair, put your feet up on the desk, spread your legs wide and finger yourself to an orgasm."

"Okay, Denise..." she told herself. "You can do this. It's crazy, but you can do it." 

She gave the door one last look and then took off her clothes. The coldness in the room drew her aroused nipples even more erect. She put the clothes on the desk and laid the bra on her top. She grabbed a sheet of paper from her printer and scribbled across it and laid it on her clothes. She took her digital camera and snapped a picture. 

Then she boldly stepped into the classroom and awkwardly held the camera pointed to the side of her naked breast. She took the picture and looked on the screen. She was impressed at the quality of the picture. It showed the pale white side of her breast with her erect nipple. The classroom was a blur, but still visible in the background. She ran to do her next assignment. 

As excited as she was, she didn't want to get caught, so she put her clothes back on minus the bra. She ripped a piece of tape from the dispenser and taped the bra to the blackboard. She wrote, "For Tabber" on the blackboard and drew an arrow pointing to it. Then she snapped a picture of it. She pulled the bra down and breathing heavily, she went back into her office.

She sat in her chair, bunched the skirt up around her waist and spread her legs wide. She put her feet up onto the desk and then unbuttoned her blouse. She pulled the blouse wide and reached in to tease her nipples. 

"Now this would make a great picture," she thought to herself. She paused in thought. "I'm going to do it." 

She set the camera on the side of the desk and set the timer for 15 seconds. She settled back into position and cupped her breasts. Flash! The camera took the picture. She set the timer again. This time she tugged on one nipple while letting her other finger slide deep into her pussy. Flash! The camera took the picture. 

Now she couldn't stop touching herself. She imagined him looking at all of the pictures that she had taken. The thought of him touching himself while looking at her being so naughty brought her to the edge. She came hard, moaning loudly. Her spread legs trembled as the orgasm ripped through her body. She sat up quickly in the chair bringing her legs together, clamping her hand tightly between her thighs as she pressed hard against her throbbing clitoris. She sat there, shuddering through the tremors. It felt as if her whole body was feeling it. Her breasts shook as another ripple of pleasure shot through her.

When she finally recovered, she stood up on shaking legs to gather herself and get dressed. She slipped back into her bra, the material brushing against her sensitive nipples. She put her blouse back on, brushed her hair, and then went to the faculty bathroom to freshen up. 

Looking in the mirror, she thought, "Wow! I cannot believe I just did that. Who knows what he'll have me doing next, and will I do it?"

Her next class was already filing into the room as she came back to class. Halfway through taking attendance, one of her favorite students asked her, "What does that mean?" 

Not sure what she was asking, Denise replied, "What does what mean?"

The girl pointed at the blackboard, "It says 'For Tabber.' Is that part of our assignment?"



Classroom Heat



Lexi Taylor was not at all excited about the approaching end of the school year. With her parents impending divorce, home was the last place she wanted to spend summer break. Each of her mother's phone calls worse than the last, if it wasn't constant crying her mother was bashing her father. Lexi didn't agree with what her father had done but he was still her dad and she loved him.

"Lex I really wish you would reconsider and come with us. It's going to be a great summer. My parents beach house, a fully stocked bar and fridge. What could possibly be better?"

"Look Becca I'm sure it's going to be a blast and as much as I don't want to go home I don't want to spend the entire summer with Josh flaunting his new girlfriend in my face either."

"I'm sorry Lex, had I known that you guys were going to break-up I would have never said anything to Josh."

"It's okay Becca, really I'm over it I just don't want to spend my summer being reminded what a jerk he is. I think it would just be best if I'm not around. I'll just go home and listen to my mom bitch and moan about what a jerk my father is. Honestly I've been considering spending my summer right here on campus."

"Oh God, now that sounds depressing as hell."

"Yea maybe but my other options are just as depressing. I'm thinking maybe I'll get a summer job until classes start back up."

"I'm sure your parents will love that, we both know how they feel about you working. You're in college to be educated not domesticated."

The girls both broke out in laughter but Lexi knew Becca was right her parents would go ballistic.

"You know they have their own problems to deal with and besides I never said I was going to tell them. I'm going to be a senior next year, I should be able to do what I want."

"Wow Miss-goody-two-shoes not going to tell her parents. That would be a first you usually tell them everything."

"Well that was before I realized they had been keeping me in the dark for months about what was going on between them. I don't see why they need to know everything that goes on with me. They probably think I'm still a virgin. I just don't know what to do Becca I just really don't want to go home."

"I understand Lex, really I do. When my parents were going through their divorce I couldn't stand to be around either of them. It got so bad I went and stayed with my grandparents for a while."

"I wish I had that option but I don't."

"I know Lex. I'm sorry but if you're serious about staying on campus and finding a summer job, I heard Professor Blackwell is looking for someone to help with summer classes."

Lexi could feel a warm tingle surge through her body at just the mention of Professor Blackwell. She could feel her wetness begin to pool in her panties as her pussy began to ache with need. Noah Blackwell had a profound effect on her female anatomy. She had never been attracted to older men but Noah was the exception. His tall, lean, muscular form, and his salt-and-pepper hair. His sun-kissed skin and the bluest eyes she had ever seen. Noah Blackwell oozed sex and he knew it. The way he carried himself, his body language, and that voice, just hearing him talk made her pussy slick. She only hoped he hadn't found someone yet. Suddenly staying on campus didn't sound so depressing in fact an entire summer with Professor Blackwell sounded delicious. 

Jumping from her bed and slipping into her sandals she quickly hurried across campus to Professor Blackwell's office. Hoping the whole way she wasn't too late and he had found someone. She found his office door shut and could see he was in a meeting with another student, so she took a seat and waited. A few minutes later the door opened and suddenly she was nervous and about to run out when she heard him call her name. There it was the voice that turned her body inside out.

"Miss Taylor, please come in and close the door."

"If now isn't a good time Professor Blackwell, I can come back."

"I was actually about to go home but for you staying a little later isn't a problem. Have a seat."

Lexi could feel her entire body tense. She wondered what he meant by for her staying late wasn't a problem. She could barely look him in the eyes for fear that he would see the effect he had on her. The office suddenly felt hot too hot and she could feel her cheeks flush.

"So Miss Taylor are you going to tell me what bought you to my office today or are you just going to stare at the floor."

Professor Blackwell's voice was deep and masculine and went straight to the mound of flesh between her thighs that was wet and needy. The excuse died on her lips as she dropped into one of the chairs across from his desk. Lexi finally managed to meet his eyes and when she did the lust that shown in them was almost her undoing. Desire churned in her belly and heat again flushed her cheeks. She wasn't sure she could even speak but when she did she was surprised by how calm her voice sounded.

"I was wondering if you still needed help with summer classes."

"I was hoping you would be interested and I was starting to get disappointed that everyone accept the one I wanted had applied. I was going to come to you had you not came to me."

"Really!"

"Don't sound so surprised Miss Taylor we both know that you are the only one who aced my class, which makes you more than qualified. You shine in my class Miss Taylor but what I really want is to see how you shine under me."

Lexi swallowed hard as Professor Blackwell got up and came around to the front of his desk and leaned back into it almost close enough she could reach out and touch him. Her eyes were caught off guard by the very evident bulge. She was quick to turn her head not wanting to stare.

"Lexi you are a smart girl and not to mention sexy as hell, and the cause of this," pulling her from the chair he placed her hand on his crotch and her eyes widened as she felt his massive cock grow harder under her touch. He leaned closer and let his tongue circle her ear lobe. His hot breath tickling her spine. "Classroom 203 tomorrow evening, eight 0'clock. Wear something sexy and don't be late. Tardiness is punishable by my hand on your backside."

He cupped her ass in his hands and then turned and left her alone in his office hot, horny, and wanting his cock. Lexi returned to her dorm room to find it empty and a note from Becca telling her she was beach bound and wishing Lexi a great summer. Lexi locked the door and left a trail of clothes into the bathroom. She only hoped a cold shower would extinguish the fire that Professor Blackwell had ignited in her, but somehow she doubted it would. The water was cool to her flesh as it cascaded onto her body but she could still feel the burn of his touch.

Lexi had been tossing and turning for hours unable to sleep. The shower had not helped Lexi still felt tense and uptight. The air conditioner was on but still she felt hot. Lexi pulled her night shirt over her head and slipped out of her panties that were damp with need. Lexi cupped her breasts massaging and pinching her nipples until the point of pain had her whimpering. She imagined her hand was Professor Blackwell's hand as she let her other hand trail down to her aching wet, folds. She slipped a finger inside and pulled it out again using the wetness to lubricate her clit. The more she circled and rubbed her clit the wetter she got. She could hear her breaths become labored and heavy. Her urge to cum was too great to continue the slow torture so she picked up the pace and within minutes her body was trembling and shaking as her orgasm shook her. Finally sated and relaxed she closed her eyes and drifted off into a blissful sleep with visions of Professor Noah Blackwell dancing in her mind.

Lexi spent most of the following day fighting the nausea, the she knew was due to the overwhelming bundle of nerves that knotted her stomach. She still couldn't believe that of all the girls on campus he wanted her. By 6:30 that evening she had showered four times and gone through a dozen outfits wanting to pick just the perfect one. She wanted to wear something sexy but yet leave something to the imagination. She finally decided on a white lacey bra and panty set, a blue jean mini skirt, and a sheer white blouse that accentuated her cleavage. She chose a pair of wedged sandals that would add a little height to her short 5'5" frame. Lexi could feel that familiar warmth start to spread through her body as she thought about his hands on her.

Dressed and ready and feeling more than confident as she left the dorm making her way across campus to room 203. Professor Blackwell was sitting behind his desk when she entered the classroom.

"On time I see Miss Taylor. I'm almost disappointed, I was rather looking forward to smacking that hot, little ass of yours."

Those words went straight to her greedy cunt as she watched him move past her and then she heard the click of the lock. He came up behind her and his hand pressed against her hip pressing her skirt tight against her skin. His other hand circled her waist and pulled her close. His body was hard and tense and she could feel his cock swelling against the curve of her ass. His lips brushed against her neck as she breathed in his scent.

"You look absolutely delicious tonight Lexi."

She leaned into him loving the feeling of his body so close to hers.

"Thank you Professor Blackwell."

"Please Lexi when we are alone like this Professor Blackwell seems so formal, call me Noah."

Her body tensed as his hands began stroking her thighs inching her skirt up higher.

"Mmmmm Noah," her words barely a whisper as she moved her arms around his neck pulling him in closer.

"That's right Lexi, tell me tell me how good it feels. I want to hear you tell me how bad you want my cock in that sweet, little pussy. I've seen the way you look at me in class, like you want to rip my clothes off. That's such a sweet distraction. Do you have any idea the difficulties I have in class when you are there? My fucking cock stays so hard. I've seen you squirm in class. Tell me was it because you were wet thinking about me fucking you so good. God just like you are so wet right now!"

His hand had pulled the thin fabric of her panties to the side and let his finger sneak inside. She shifted in his arms, now facing him he pulled her face to his. Lexi's lips parted instinctively, and his mouth met hers in a kiss like no other. Her many dreams of him now a reality. Their bodies crushed together as the kiss deepened. It was like her only purpose was to please him. His tongue slid into her mouth, reaching for her throat. Her heart beating fast in her chest, pumping blood that seemed to grow hotter as it eagerly rushed through her. Below, something more powerful stirred. Her breast felt taut with desire that resonated in the dark slit between her thighs. She could feel Noah as he pushed her forward until his desk was pressed into her ass. He eased her back until she was flush with the desk. 

His hands reaching to undo her skirt pulling it down over her hips and then peeling her panties down. She lay bare to him her pussy dripping and throbbing as he looked down at her, licking his lips before descending his mouth into her soft mound. He gently kissed her skin, her inner thighs and then his tongue slipped out and parted her folds. Lexi gripped the edges of the desk and bit back a cry as her back arched. Her toes curled, and her ass rose up off the desk, exposing her to his hungry mouth. Noah sealed his lips against her mound, pressing the flat of his tongue on her opening, then sliding it upward to tease the tight nub above. Pleasure surged through her body, not the long slow burn of her hand when she masturbated thinking of the man who was now owning her body. 

His tongue moved from her clit as his fingers spread her wider his tongue dove deep into her dark, wet cunt. His tongue licked, sucked, and fucked her pussy until finally she unraveled, his name spilling from her lips. He didn't stop he continued with soft, velvet licks until again her body was shuddering. Lexi lay panting and almost breathless losing count of the orgasms his tongue had wrecked on her body. Her hands fisted in his hair as he plunged two fingers inside her, stroking her, rubbing the insides of her walls as his mouth returned to suck on her clit. God it was too much, the tension, the pleasure. His other hand moved up to tug at her nipple with his fingers. Lexi came violently, thrashing on his desk, her pussy rippling around his fingers. Lexi lay shaking, she was unaware of Noah removing his clothing. He settled between her thighs and she heard the rip of the condom foil. His cock quivering at her entrance. 

"You're ready for me, "he said aligning his erection with her opening and entered her partway. "Jesus, Lexi," he growled. "You feel so goddamn good."

She gasped as he invaded her. He was so big. He adjusted her legs opening her as he sank deeper, nestling in her tight channel. He grabbed her hips and began a study pace moving in and out of her. His eyes pierced hers as he stretched and moved inside of her. He circled his hips nudging his tip forward. He continued his slow thrust enjoying the way she tightened and clenched around his cock. Suddenly his hips flexed and with one fierce stroke he rammed into her. She cried out and he echoed a low moan of desire. His chest pressed against hers as he claimed her mouth, kissing her roughly with her taste still on his lips, as he pounded into her.

"Wrap your legs around me," he demanded as he continued his assault.

She did as she was told. Lifting her legs opened her to him further, and his cock bore deeper into her, hitting a spot deep in her that ignited with each stroke. Her body tightened and contracted around Noah's pummeling thrust.

"I'm going to cum," she screamed, already trembling.

"Yes," Noah cried. "Yes cum for me Lexi." 

Her climax crashed through her and seconds later his body was tensed and jerked, releasing into her long and hard, her name spilling from his lips. His body crashed on top of Lexi, her legs stilled wrapped around him and his cock still buried deep in her core.

"That was fucking amazing Lexi. I knew it would be tense but I never knew it would be so powerful."

"It was everything I had dreamed it would be, and more."

She let her hand touch and caress his chest, running her hand over every ripple. She could feel his cock growing inside her. Noah eased himself off of her pulling her with him until she was sitting on the edge of his desk and he was nestled between her thighs. Her mouth found his skin salty with sweat as her lips moved across his chest. He pulled her closer and his tongue licked trails up and down her neck, nipping at her ear lobes, while his hands cupped and massaged her ass. Her breath caught as his hand came down hard across her ass causing desire to spike through her. 

"I've wanted to do that since the first moment you walked into my class."

Noah turned her so she was facing his desk gently pushing her down. Lexi stretched her arms out across his desk as his hand continued its sweet torture to her ass. She could feel the warmth of the stings then it was his lips she felt.

"I'm going to violate your ass and trust me you're going to love it."

She clenched her cheeks tightly but his hands still managed to splay her cheeks apart. She felt his tongue licking the very top of her ass. She could feel her legs as she felt his tongue move lower circling the hole pushing its way in. Her nails dug across his desk as her scream trapped itself in her throat. Her body started shaking as Noah's tongue literally fucked her asshole. The exotic sensation felt so good. His hand reached around and began rubbing her clit sending shock waved through her. Her breaths became ragged as her orgasm built. She tried to hold back but the pleasure was so raw, so intense between his tongue in her ass and the assault to her clit she was sent over the edge and her body began convulsing as her orgasm ripped through her. He had been pleasing her so well but now it was time for her to please him. She stood on weak legs as she lowered herself to the floor. His cock stood hard and beautiful waiting for her mouth to devour it. She clasped her hand around the shaft stroking his velvet skin flicking her tongue out to taste the pre-cum that glistened on the tip. Her lips finally wrapped around him as she sucked him into her mouth until she felt him in the back of her throat. Noah rocked his hips, sliding his thick, hot length in and out of her throat with slow, firm thrust. 

"That's right Lexi suck my cock baby. Fuck your mouth feels so damn good. Deeper Lexi, suck it deeper. Let me feel some teeth. Fuck Lexi, Mmmmm."

His hands gripping her face pushing his cock deeper. Her mouth worked vigorously sucking and licking until finally he tightened and was filling her mouth with all that he had. He slid to the floor and pulled her into his arms.

"You're going to be one hell of a summer assistant. What happens in here after class will be our secret." She nodded in agreement and rested her head on his chest. "I just hope you're ready for one hot summer Miss Taylor."



Classroom Masturbation



xI couldn't control myself any longer. I need some relief and I needed it now. I just had to masturbate.

It was seventh period history at my all girls high school. I’d been horny since this morning when I woke up from my wonderful dream – but I was running too late to fuck myself. So I rushed out the door horny as all could be.

All day I just keep thinking about my dream. I’d rub my legs together getting myself wetter and wetter. But know it was just too much. I had to touch my burning pussy. I was dieing to dip my finger in my soaking wet virgin hairless pussy. 

We were taking a test and everyone including the teacher had their heads down. I sat at the back of the class in the corner – the girl who sits next to me was out so I had the perfect opportunity.

I opened my legs a little and slid my hand down quickly over my uniform skirt. I looked around the room to make sure no one was looking then I placed my hand over my burning cunt. My panties were completely soaked. I wasted no time in pushing my panties aside so I could slip my finger deep inside.

What a feeling. I was masturbating just a few feet away from a classroom of my friends. Not to mention the teacher. She was busy grading papers but I knew even if she looked up at me she didn’t have a good enough view.

I slowly starting moving my finger in and out of my dripping pussy – enjoying every sensation. Suddenly one of the girls in the front raised her head. I closed my legs and pulled my hand from my lap. That was close I though. My head was spinning with excitement. My pussy was throbbing and my nipples ached. She stretched then went back to her test. Quickly I resumed. This time I went straight to my clit. It was swollen and waiting to be touched. It felt so good playing with myself in public that I had to keep my lips closed tight so I wouldn’t burst out screaming. I leaned forward and lied my other hand sideways on the desk and cupped my left breast. God that felt good. Images of my dream started flashing though my mind as I came closer and closer to climax. I rubbed my clit with my thumb as I fucked myself with my middle finger. It wouldn’t be much longer now.

Just as my orgasm hit I heard the teacher say, “OK girls, times up.” Quickly I put both hands on my desk, sat up and closed my legs. The teacher started to give us instructions on what would be our homework assignments but I was too busy trying not to scream out. My orgasm was rushing through me – even though I wasn’t touching myself. I tried my hardest not to move or create a scene but my body wasn’t cooperating. I started moving my legs back and forth, grinding in my chair and breathing harder. Then the bell rang.

Girls gathered their things and starting exiting the room. Me, I just sat there. I still had no control over my body. My legs were like jelly. “Amanda, are you OK?” The teacher asked. A deep sigh came out, “yeah, I’m fine.”

“Before you leave I’d like to see you,” she said.

I finally was able to move and got my books and walked to the front of the room. She was sitting at her desk and looked up at me. “Did you even take the test?”

“What do you mean, Ms Robinson?”

“What I mean is you seemed a little pre-occupied. Did you at least finish?”

“The test – oh, well…” she cut me off.

“No that’s not what I meant. What I meant was did you at least finish masturbating?”

Instantly I was frozen. How could she have known. I tried to get myself out of it but there was really nothing that I could say.

“You are a pretty young girl. I know that you have feelings and urges – but there is a time and a place for everything – history class is not a place for that.” I was shocked. She wasn’t mean about it at all. She was very caring. Her voice was very soft and she had a look about her. She leaned back in her chair and then softly said, “did you finish?”

“Yes Ms. Robinson,” I said with shame.

“Then you may go. I’ll have to give you an F for today – you realize that.” I nodded and turned to walk way. When I got to the door I heard her say, “Oh, Amanda, will you close the door on your way out, please – then I can finish.”

I spun around to she her sitting in her chair, legs spread apart panties around her ankles and her hand rubbing her pussy. She looked at me, smiled and winked.



First Class



It was my freshman year of college, the first class of the first day and the professor was late. Other than me there was only one guy in the room with the rest being chicks. Other than the one fat and ugly chick, they were all smoking hot. Being surrounded by these chicks, I couldn't help but get a bit of a hard on. I tried to conceal it as best I could but I know the chick sitting next to me saw the initial tent.

I glanced over at her and noticed that she was staring directly at my crotch. She saw me looking at her and gave me a sexy little smile. I could feel my face start to blush and quickly turned away from her. A minute later, a note slipped onto my desk. It was from her and it said she wanted to see it. That 'it', I knew was my cock but I didn't want to pull it out right now in front of everyone. I wrote below her note that we should talk after class then gave it back to her. 

She read the note then crumbled it up and threw it at me as she reached towards my crotch. She whispered to me that if I wasn't going to take it out than she would for me. I wasn't going to argue, this extremely hot chick was pulling my cock out of my pants and who knows what she had planned. 

There was Sheri in the desk behind me and Shelby in the desk in front of me. To my left was the wall of the classroom and directly to my right was, the girl with my cock in her hands, Laura. In front of her was Clark, the other guy in the room. To his right was Brooke and to her right was Sonya. Sitting behind Sonya was the ugly chick, Greta. In front of Sonya was the door of the classroom. The classroom was in the basement of the oldest building on campus and was the only room being used in the basement. It was probably the best situation for a group of horny college freshmen. 

Laura fished my cock out and began stroking it for all she was worth. Sheri saw what was occurring and stuck her hand into her pants to rub her pussy. Clark noticed it next and just started laughing but I could tell he was getting hard. Shelby turned around and immediately became jealous. Brooke and Sonya eventually realized what was happening and Brooke started rubbing her pussy while Sonya stood up. She said she would watch for the professor so we didn't get caught. I couldn't believe all that was happening at this point. It was like there was some sort of unspoken understanding between us all. 

Laura told me to stand up and I did. She then moved the desk out of the way and got on her knees. I stepped up to her and she took me in her mouth. She started off slow by taking only half my cock but then began bobbing her head and eventually reached the base with her lips. She began swirling her tongue on the underside of my shaft and pulled away just enough to lick the head. She coated the head with plenty of saliva before again taking my entire length between her lips. 

I was becoming very weak at the knees as her mouth was doing wonders on my cock. She started sucking on the head again while pumping my shaft with her hand. I could feel my balls start to tingle as I was close to cumming and finally reached my boiling point when Sonya announced that someone was coming. Laura sucked harder and pumped faster until I unleashed my load into her mouth. I sent rope after hot rope of sperm into her mouth and she collected it all. When I finally pulled out, her mouth was still full as she didn't swallow any of my cum. I pulled my pants back on as quickly as I could and put my desk back just as the professor waltzed in. 

As casually as possible, I walked to the trash can and threw away the note that Laura threw at me. When I turned back towards my desk I looked at Laura and noticed her mouth was still full of my cum. She looked back at me and, in one giant gulp, swallowed every last drop. She then opened her mouth wide in a fake yawn to show all who were watching that my cum was indeed gone. Watching her do that, I got another hard on and slipped back to my desk to conceal it. The rest of class went by relatively well and without any sexual innuendos. 

After the professor's long and boring lecture, he told us we had no homework due next week as it was only the first class. He then left as everyone was putting away their notes. Sonya got up first and told us he was officially gone as he went up the stairs. Greta got up next and practically stormed out of the room as we could all tell she was extremely horny as well but ashamed of her body. Laura said she was probably going to finger herself in the bathroom and everyone laughed. Shelby stood up from her desk and asked Sonya if she could be the lookout again. Then she told me that it was her turn to suck my dick. As soon as she said that, I pulled down my pants and revealed my cock to everyone again. I also couldn't help but realize that this had become some sort of competition between Laura and Shelby and I wasn't going to stop it.

Shelby was on her knees when I released my cock from my pants. She grabbed it with her hand and started jerking me off. I looked around the room and noticed Stacy had her hand down her pants again and Laura was now the jealous one. She had fire in her eyes as she saw Shelby pumping my cock. I could tell that she didn't really want to share. Luckily though, she got over it and started pulling her skirt down. 

Brooke was ripping off her pants as I thought that she was going to go after Clark. I was right. Clark was watching Shelby jerk me off until he heard Brooke taking off her pants. He turned to look at her and she jumped onto the desk with her now bare legs spread and pussy ready for action. His cock pointed the way when he walked over to her. He leaned in and gave her a passionate kiss with, I'm sure, a little tongue involved. He then broke the kiss and moved down between her legs. He started by just licking the outside of her pussy lips but Brooke wanted more. She told him to fuck her with his tongue and play with her clit. Clark wasn't going to argue so that's exactly what he did. 

I looked back at Laura, who was basically naked. One hand was massaging and pinching her nipples while the other was playing with her pussy. I watched as she looked back at me with desire in her eyes and she began moving her hand faster about her pussy. I then looked down at Shelby who was now deep throating me like a champ. I reached out and set my hands on the back of her head as I was getting close towards explosion.

She reached up to cup my balls and felt the supply of cum that was ready to be released. She stopped sucking me and pulled my dick from her mouth. I was going to ask what the problem was but she interrupted me by saying she wanted a facial. Hearing that, I practically came then. I started jerking my cock and prepared to blast her face with my sperm. 

I couldn't hold it in any longer and the first shot landed across Shelby's left eye. I came another shot that landed on her mouth. As I finished squeezing the final drops of cum from my cock, I looked her over and her face was just drenched in semen. She stood up as my cum was dripping from her face and onto her shirt. She walked over to Laura who smiled back at Shelby.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Clark had finished eating Brooke and was now fucking her. I looked at Brooke's face and saw that she was loving Clark's cock. She was moaning silently with her eyes closed and her hands cupping her tits. I then looked back at Stacy, who until now I had forgotten about. Stacy caught my attention now because she had her lips wrapped around my cock.

Watching Clark fuck Brooke apparently got me hard again and unattended. That must have been enough to entice Stacy to stop fingering herself and give me a blowjob. I looked down at her as she slowly bobbed her head up and down my shaft, licking the underside with reckless abandonment. I was beginning to feel my balls start to churn already for this would be my third load in just over an hour. Stacy sensed this as well and picked up her speed on my cock. I asked her if she was ready and she moaned into my dick, indicating a yes.

I released my cum into her mouth, her eyes bulging as she tried to contain my cock and my sperm inside of her mouth. She tried to pull away but I grabbed the back of her head and held her there until I was finished. I came surprisingly more than I thought possible and then released Stacy's head. She let my now softening dick stay in her mouth and began to swallow my cum in the process. She finally let my dick fall from her mouth as she swallowed the last of my cum.

I sat down on my desk, spent. I looked back over to Laura and Shelby and noticed that Shelby's face was now cum free and that Laura had her face buried in Shelby's cunt. I asked Shelby where my cum went and Laura looked back at me with a devious smile. She then rubbed her stomach indicating that she had ate my cum from Shelby's face. I looked back at Shelby as Laura went back to work on her pussy and Shelby confirmed my suspicion. I knew then that Laura truly was a cum whore and she was my cum whore. 

I looked at the clock on the wall and realized I only had five minutes to get to my next class. I quickly put my clothes back on and wrote my number down on a piece of paper, leaving it on Laura's desk. I then grabbed my book bag and sprinted out of the room so I wasn't late. 

Laura felt Shelby's body start to convulse as an orgasm was running through her body. She lapped up the juices then leaned over Shelby and gave her a kiss. Shelby loved the taste of her own juices and thanked Laura as they broke their kiss. Laura put her clothes back on as did Shelby and Shelby pointed out the number on Laura's desk. Laura picked it up as her and Shelby left the classroom. 

Clark had since came in Brooke's pussy who informed him that she was not on the pill. Clark freaked out, dressed hurriedly and left the classroom pissed at himself. Brooke just smiled as she got dressed, knowing that she was indeed on the pill but for some reason wanted to freak Clark out. She left as Stacy did and they conversed on whose cock may have been better. 

As for Sonya, she being the watch for us decided her job was not done. She walked the entire classroom making sure there wasn't as much as an ounce of cum anywhere. Satisfied, she left horny as ever and called Laura to find out when to meet.

Oh yeah, Greta did end up masturbating in the bathroom.



Classroom Pissing



I'm a female teacher who has just turned 30, and am proud of the fact that I'm generally regarded as pretty sexy, with my trim figure, shapely ass (so I'm told) and ample but not overly large breasts. I also have deep blue eyes and long blonde hair. I have smiled to myself on a couple of occasions after overhearing some of my young teenage pupils enthusing about my sexiness when they hadn't realised I was approaching.

I am a highly moral person in most respects, with compassion for the weak and downtrodden everywhere. I read the Guardian and am a Labour Party activist, and my colleagues seem to regard me as a highly respectable and principled person.

But I have a naughty secret! You see, I have a secret fantasy about wearing no panties in class, opening my legs whilst sat at my desk, and peeing right there all over the classroom floor in front of my entire class! Of course, if I did that for real word would rapidly spread, I'd be sacked and possibly prosecuted, I'd never get another teaching job again - career over - and I'd be thrown out of the Labour Party for bringing it into disrepute. My name and face would be all over the newspapers too. No, I cannot possibly let that happen. I do sometimes go pantyless in class for my own secret pleasure, but that is about all. And I make sure none of my pupils ever get a glimpse of anything under my skirt.

But although I cannot pee in front of my class I have finally done the next best thing. After all, if I am alone in the classroom who is there to see me do anything and spread the word around?

A couple of days ago at the end of the schoolday, as my pupils rushed out with the universal desire to get out of school as quickly as possible, I too exited the classroom. But after getting to my car and driving off, I realised that the homework I had wanted to mark was still in the desk drawer: I had forgotten it. So I turned around, drove back, and went back into the building. By this time no one was around except for a few teachers in the staff room, but I didn't walk past there. So I entered the classroom unseen, and was about to retrieve the homework when I decided that the peace and solitude of that classroom made it ideal for me to do the marking there. I knew where the emergency key was kept in case I got locked in so there was no potential problem.

As I set to work, with no panties on, I became increasingly aware of the growing need in my bladder. I actually needed a pee pretty badly. A naughty realisation then struck me: not only were there no witnesses, but nobody knew I was here at all! I could get away with fulfilling my fantasy now, albeit without the audience, and no one would ever know it was me who had made the mess on the floor! A frisson of excitement went through me as I made the decision to actually do it.

Pulling the back of my skirt above my ass, I eased myself forward in my chair, opening my legs so that my muff with it's trimmed blonde pubic hairs was positioned over the front edge of the chair. And then I just peed right there under the desk and all over the classroom floor! A gentle hiss and a very loud splashing sound echoed around the room as my piss cascaded down. This was such a total turn on and felt utterly incredible. Waves of pleasure were rushing through me as I peed.

As soon as the last of my pee splashed down I began to frantically rub myself, bringing myself to the best orgasm in years right where I sat.

Once I had recovered my composure, I stood and admired the mess I had made, a huge puddle of yellow-tinted pee covering a large area of the floor. I smirked at the sight of it for a few moments, then just walked out and left it there, aroused by the thought of the cleaner discovering it in the morning.

School assembly the next morning was interesting to say the least. The headmaster ranted about how someone had "done their business" on a classroom floor instead of using the toilet, that this was dirty and unhygienic, and had left a terrible mess for the cleaner. He said that if anyone had any information about who was responsible they should come forward. But I knew no one had seen me. And of course, it never crossed the headmaster's nor anyone else's mind that a teacher had actually done it! I struggled to suppress a smirk at this knowledge, and felt another frisson of excitement as I remembered what I had done.



Classroom Seductions



It had only been a 4 ½ weeks since the beginning of school and Ms. Preston was still not entirely comfortable with her abilities. It was her first year at Kennedy High School and she still had moments of complete terror when she would forget her lesson plans completely. Most of her students were kind and did their best to help her. There were others, however, that took great joy in tormenting her every chance they got. 

Jesse was the leader of such a group of boys in her 3rd period Spanish class. He was quite a stunning teenager. His eyes had such a depth to him that one look into them made you forget all about his age, getting caught up in the mysteries they held. He had a smile that could totally disarm your defenses and he knew how to get what he wanted. Ms. Preston had caught herself watching him and the others more and more. Something about Jesse seemed to draw her into his realm. She could not help it. Even with all his pranks, she still found herself wanting to be around him.

Today it all came to an interesting climax. Ms. Preston was reviewing the conjugation of verbs with the class and asking various students to write on the blackboard. Jesse and his friends sat in the back causing their usual disruption. Jesse, however, was transfixed on Ms. Preston. He could not help but notice what she was wearing. Ms. Preston was a rather attractive woman, standing 5'6" with deep brown eyes that had a sensual allure. The nearly sheer white shirt she wore that day was cut low enough that if she moved just the right way he could see down the front and catch a glimpse of her ample breasts. Her brown hair framed her face so perfectly. 

"Jesse," she said sharply, pulling him out of his trance, "Go to the board."

The class laughed as he strutted toward the board. He made sure to walk extra close to her, nearly brushing up against her as he passed. She swallowed hard as he turned his back and stood at the board. She looked down at the book trying to gather her thoughts. It felt like 5 minutes had passed spoke. 

"Conjugate Dar." she said in a shaky voice. "Then tell the class the translation of each tense."

He smirked as he began to scribble on the board. He then took a step back, cleared his throat and tried not to laugh as he read the words he had written. 

"Doy... I give... Das cabeza.... You give head... Da.... He/she or it gives.... Das.... We give... Dan.... They give. " 

The class erupted in laughter as she dropped her book to the floor. She stared at the writing on the board for a second, not realizing he had moved closer to pick up the book. Suddenly he was in front of her face. He held out the book and smiled that devilish smile.

She reached for the book, hesitating because she assumed he would drop it. Instead, he handed it to her. As she turned to erase the board he reached out and gave her a firm swat on the ass, leaving a stark white handprint on the black skirt. The boys in the back cheered him on as he walked back toward his seat. 

Ms. Preston stared blankly at the room in complete shock. Erik, Kyle and Ryan continued to laugh as the rest of the class sat in awe. She tried to brush the chalk completely off her ass but the ghostly imprint remained. She looked up at Jesse with a stern glare and hissed.

"Detention... the four of you... for the next two weeks."

The boys quieted down some just as the bell rang. She slumped down in her chair and tried to get herself together. She knew that having the four of them alone later would not be any better, but at least it felt like some slight vindication. The rest of the day went quite well as her other classes went by quickly. That is until study hall. 

Normally this was her favorite part of the day because it was the least stressful. She sat at her desk and graded papers for the better part of the class when Jesse decided it was time to make his move. He noticed how she didn't seem too upset about the slap on the ass until the others started laughing. He carried his book up to her desk, opened it, and sat it down on the stack of papers she was grading. He could see perfectly down the opening in her shirt to those gorgeous fleshy mounds, catching a glimpse of the lace trim bra that encased them just as she looked up at him. 

He could see in her eyes that she wanted him. He stood there asking her as many questions as he could think of, the soft scent of her vanilla perfume lingering in the air. It made him want to touch her even more. Ms. Preston tried her hardest to conceal the desire she had for him, but it was nearly impossible. 

Her hand trembled slightly as she pointed out things in the book, explaining to him the proper way to conjugate irregular verbs in the regular tense. She brushed her soft chestnut hair back over her shoulder and smiled. From his grades on previous quizzes and tests, she knew he knew the material. It was just an excuse to be near her. 

When he walked back to his seat she watched him out of the corner of her eye, just as she had done a million times before. She loved the way he strutted. For the rest of the period she noticed he kept watching her. She could feel her cheeks going flush every time she noticed it. It only made her smile more. 

The last few classes of the day seemed to drag on. Part of her dreaded having the four boys in detention. The last bell of the day rang and they arrived shortly after. She made them spread out in the empty classroom and work quietly. The next hour was going to be peaceful, or so she thought.

Jesse sat three rows back but directly in front of her desk. His sketchbook lay open as he concentrated on something he had started drawing. Ryan and Kyle sat at opposite corners of the room, working on homework. Erik stared out the window from his seat a few rows behind Kyle. Ms. Preston did not really seem to care as long as they were quiet.

About 10 minutes into detention Mr. Andrews, the principal, arrived. The boys knew that whenever he needed help moving things he would take students from detention to do it for him and usually let them out early. They figured they had caught a break and would be out of there. 

Sure enough, he went to Ms. Preston's desk and the two began to speak quietly. All of them began to put away what they were working on in anticipation of their change of luck. Mr. Andrews stood up and headed toward the door, stopping at it and waiting for a moment. 

"Kyle, Erik and Ryan... get your things and come with me. You are going to be moving boxes of books from the basement to the library," he announced as he opened the door and stepped into the hall. 

The four boys all looked a bit puzzled as to why Jesse was not going. He sighed and went back to his drawing. The others disappeared quickly, leaving Jesse and Ms. Preston alone. She quickly became tense, thinking about the situation. She had to control herself; after all, he was a student. She tried to busy herself with grading papers and such but it didn't seem to help. Her mind still drifted to thoughts of him.

From where he sat, Jesse had a wonderful view of her legs, and when she would uncross then re-cross them he could catch a glimpse of her panties and the tops of the stockings she wore. He made sure not to let her catch him watching her. Every once in a while he would glance up at the clock then begin drawing again. Time seemed to come to a standstill. 

"Jesse" she said quietly as she stood up. "I will be right back."

She took the small plastic watering can from the bookshelf and left the room. A moment later she returned and began to water the plants that lined the shelves in front of the window. She sat the watering can down on one of the chairs and drug it over to the window where a plant hung so she could water it. Some of the water splashed out onto the seat as she drug it across the room. She stepped up on the chair and proceeded to water the plant, feeling Jesse's eyes on her 

Jesse watched her, staring at the way the material clung to her shapely behind. Suddenly as she turned to step down her shoe hit the water, causing her to twist her ankle. She let out a soft cry as she dropped the watering can. Ms. Preston tried to steady herself and get down but it was harder than she thought on the tender ankle. Jesse immediately sprung to action. 

He moved in front of the chair and extended his hand, offering to help her down. Her heart beat rapidly as her hand touched his. She carefully stepped down. He slipped his arm around her back, resting his hand a few inches below her arm as he helped her to her desk. He could not resist the temptation and let his fingers brush against her soft round breast. She stopped, turning to look at him for a moment. Instantly his lips met hers as he leaned in and kissed her. 

She felt any resistance she had quickly fade away as she began to kiss him back. His palm moved to her breast, giving it a soft squeeze as he started to deepen the kiss. She pulled back and looked at him for a moment, trying to find the courage to say what she needed to say.

"Jesse.... Although I'm flattered we can't do this."

He paid no attention to her words and pulled her body to his. His arms encircled her tightly as her chest was crushed against his. He kissed her again more aggressively, this time meeting no resistance at all as she melted in his embrace. He lifted her up, setting her on top of the desk and moving between her legs. She could feel the growing bulge in his jeans pressing against her as he moved in. 

Her skirt rode up as she wrapped her legs around him, trapping him there against her. She had wanted to do this since the first day she had him in her classroom. Finally, both of them got to experience what they had been longing for. His hand slipped down her side, landing on her thigh. He pried her skirt up further as he rubbed along the top of her stocking. 

A sound outside the door broke the moment. Jesse released her and went to investigate. He slipped into the hall and looked around for a moment before returning and locking the door behind him. Surprisingly, she had not moved from her position on top of the desk. He slid his hands slowly up the inside of her thighs. She parted them invitingly as his hands got closer and closer to her panties. 

His mouth found hers once again as the intense passion between them continued to grow. He moved one hand out from under her skirt, placing it softly against the gentle curve of her neck. Their tongues met, wrestling with each other, as the passion within them surfaced quickly. His hands moved quickly to her buttons, his fingers opening her shirt as quickly as they could. His eagerness was met by hers as she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him closer. She could feel his rock hard cock pressing against her through his jeans. 

He slid the sheer white fabric down her shoulders caressing her soft, warm skin. His hands hastily found her heaving breasts and cupped them. She let out a quiet moan into the kiss as his palms firmly groped the soft fleshy mounds. He let go only long enough to reach back and unfasten her bra. Her fingers intertwined with his hair as they kissed passionately. 

She felt the straps of her bra slip down her shoulders, releasing her grip on him to slide them off the rest of the way. Her ample breasts spilled out of the sheer lace cups. His hands took no time in covering them once again. He could feel the candy pink centers harden against his palm as he caressed her breasts. He pulled away from the kiss and admired her chest. His head quickly lowered as he moved his left hand, his mouth taking its place. 

She let out a loud gasp as his warm mouth found her tiny nub. He began to suckle immediately. She squirmed, as the heat of her passion was so intense she thought it would take her breath away. The crotch of her panties was soaking wet as each touch worked her into a frenzied state. She had to have him now more than ever. 

Jesse continued to nibble on her breast as his hands moved over her silken flesh. She let out another moan. She pushed him away and slid off the desk. Running her hand along the flames on his black shirt she looked into his eyes. Her fingers nimbly moved to undo the buttons, her hands caressing the newly exposed flesh. His body felt amazing, just as she thought it would. 

She reached back and unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the floor around her feet. She now stood before him in just her garter belt, stockings, and black stiletto heels. He could not believe that this beautiful woman was undressing before his eyes. She then turned him around, making him stand with his back toward her desk as she sunk to her knees in front of him. 

She was now face to face with the massive bulge in his jeans. She wanted it so badly she could not help herself. The zipper slid down quickly, her hand reaching inside to find nothing between her and the prize. With her free hand she unbuttoned the top button and slid his jeans down. His thick shaft sprung free and was barely an inch from her lips. Precum began to dribble from the head as she wrapped her long slender fingers around his rigid shaft. She slithered her tongue across the smooth head, eliciting a loud moan from Jesse.

Her velvety soft lips wrapped around the head as she continued to give it an intense tongue bath. He leaned back against the desk as she sucked softly, concentrating only on the head. Her fingers began to glide up and down his shaft slowly as she felt it throb in her grasp. He began to moan slightly louder as her expert mouth worked the head of his cock, her fingers moving quickly over his length. 

"Mmmm that feels so fucking good, he murmured. 

Jesse had never had such an incredible blowjob in his life. Her fingers slid to the base of his shaft and held it steady as she inched more into her mouth. Her tongue continued to press hard against the underside of his shaft, slowly taking it all in. He closed his eyes as he reached down and ran his fingers through her long chestnut hair. She purred contently around his rigid shaft as it filled her mouth. Taking control, he gripped her hair, holding her head in place, and began to buck his hips. She sucked hungrily as he fucked her mouth. 

"Oh god yes, suck it. Oh fuck yes" he replied as his moans got louder. "Oh fuck I'm gonna cum."

His balls gently slapped against her chin as she devoured every inch of his love muscle. Her mouth was warm and inviting. He couldn't hold out much longer. His hips moved faster as he forced his cock down her throat. She tried to swallow quickly to avoid gagging, but she was not quite fast enough, gagging at first. He let out a loud groan as suddenly his cock twitched. Thick white ropes of cum were unleashed into her mouth, his teacher gulping it down like a greedy slut. She moaned around his spasming shaft but his cock, still filling her mouth, muffled the sounds. He looked down at her, holding her face against him. His cock remained jammed down her throat as he emptied the last of his cum down her throat. 

Jesse released her hair as he slid his cock out of her mouth. She gripped it gently and gave the head a slow teasing lick before gracefully rising to her feet. When she licked her lips and smiled devilishly at himhe knew that he would not be able to live with himself if he stopped now. In a single swipe of his arm, he cleared her desk, sending papers and books flying onto the floor. She reached around and unhooked the garter belt as she watched him, unfastening it from her stockings and tossing it aside. 

He could not believe how sexy she looked. She noticed how he was looking at her and began to blush. 

"Don't stop there," he said, "I like what I see so far."

She laughed softly as she hooked her fingers in the sides of her panties and slowly slid them down her thighs. He stared in awe at the smoothly shaven patch of heaven between her legs as she stepped out of her panties. She started to remove her shoes but he stopped her. 

"No, leave them on" he insisted. "You look so sexy like that."

"Ok Jesse." she replied, a little unsure of herself now. 

He lifted her up onto the desk, setting her down gently on it and moving her chair in front of her. He sat down and spread her legs in front of him. She could feel his warm breath tickle her flesh as he began to kiss up her inner thigh. Her breath was coming quicker as the tingles of anticipation surged through her body. Each kiss put him inches closer to her sweet pink flesh. 

He drew in a deep breath, filling his lungs with the intoxicating scent of her sex. The tip of his tongue flicked lightly against her as his hands held her legs further apart. He attacked her clit with wild licks as her puffy little pink lips spread for him. She let out a symphony of delicate moans as he manipulated the throbbing little nub. Her hips rocked slightly as she gripped the edges of the desk, leaning up to watch him. 

"Oh god Jesse" she purred, "you are so good at that. Don't stop." 

His tongue plunged into her wetness as he began to lap at the sweet nectar that leaked from within her. The taste of her essence was heavenly, much better than the other girls he had been with in the past. She let out another loud moan as her thighs trembled. His tongue buried deep inside her as he felt more and more of her juices spill out.

She panted loudly as her body shook in the grips of orgasm. She could not believe how skilled his tongue was. His cock had already begun to stir as he continued to lick her pussy clean of its glistening juices. His tongue went to work on her clit again as he pushed two fingers deep inside her. She let out a loud passionate moan as his fingers sank in as far as they could. She was so tight and wet. He began to thrust in and out slowly while sucking voraciously on her little clit.

She began to writhe again as another orgasm quickly overtook her. Her muscles flexed around his fingers, gripping them tightly as her warm cum washed over them. He had enough. His cock was aching to be inside her. He pulled his fingers out and stood up in front of her, pushing the chair back from them. He stared into her eyes as he placed his drenched fingers to her lush crimson lips. She parted them immediately and accepted them into her mouth. Her tongue twirled around them as she licked her juices from his fingers. 

She had never tasted herself like that before. Deep down she always thought it was so dirty and that was turning her on even more. The thought of being dirty, of being a complete slut for this teenage picture of perfection. He guided the tip of his bloated cock toward her cunt. She bit her lower lip as she felt the head spreading her pussy lips open and pushing inside her. 

Her hips slid forward to meet his as he pushed in. She let out a loud cry, as he slammed deep into her. He began to thrust in hard and fast, her breasts bouncing from the force of his hips colliding with hers. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders as her hips bucked to meet his every thrust. His lips moved to her neck. She whimpered as she tilted her head slightly, giving him better access. She fucked back intensely as the feel of his gentle kisses along that sensitive area drove her wild with lust. 

The kisses stopped as he suddenly pulled out of her. He searched her eyes for what seemed like an eternity as he took her hand and pulled her off the desk. She looked at him curiously. 

"I want you from behind baby," he whispered as he took a step back. 

She nodded and turned around, placing her hands on the desk as she spread her legs for him. He again lined up his cock with her tight little hole and began to push in. It sunk deep inside, forcing a loud moan from both of them. Her arms locked tight, bracing her, as he began to thrust hard and fast. 

Her moans became louder as he hit depths inside her that no other had touched. She lost all concept of her surroundings as his hands gripped her hips tightly, pulling her into every thrust. She moaned loudly as his balls slapped against her clit, the sloppy wet sound filling the room along with her voice as she cries out "OH GOD JESSE...FUCK ME... OH GOD YESSSS.... FUCK ME HARDER... I'M GOING TO CUM"




Classroom Seductions



Her muscles spasmed wildly around him as he continued to plow into her tender slit. Her warm sweet liquid baptized his swollen shaft and dripped down to his balls. It quickly proved to be more than he could handle as his cock began to spit thick loads of his seed inside her quivering cunt. She screamed as she felt the hot liquid flood her insides. 

Just as their orgasms began to pass, they heard familiar noises in the hall outside the doorway. Neither of them realized just how loud she had gotten. He quickly pulled his pants on and walked over to the door, peeking out of it as Ms. Preston rummaged around for her clothing. She hastily put on her blouse and skirt, shoving the bra and garter belt into the desk drawer. She frantically searched for her panties but could not find them. 

Jesse opened the door, looked at his friends, and smirked evilly as he shook his head. "Now listen up. You guys say anything about this to anyone and I will kick your fucking asses. I'll meet you out front in a minute."

They left without much trouble, leaving him there with her. He turned and looked at her again as he shut the door. Her perfect pink nipples stood out through the sheer white fabric. Her body shimmered with a thin sheen of sweat. She looked amazing. She sat on the desk speechless, trying to catch her breath as she watched him walk to her. He placed his palm gently against her cheek and looked into her eyes.

His lips met hers with a soft lingering kiss. He pulled back from the kiss and softly whispered "Now Ms. Preston... I hope that Mr. Andrews takes them the rest of the week. Unless, of course, you would like to have an audience."



Classroom Sex



All characters in this story are at least 18 years old.



Joe was walking towards his least favorite class of the day, biology. He despised biology not only because it is so boring, but also because he has the laziest lab partner. Joe's lab partner's name was Eric Stitz, an obnoxious, gross, annoying, idiot. Nonetheless, everyday Joe walked into Biology and had to sit next to Eric. 

As Joe walked into Biology today he knew it was going to be a very bad day because he had been very horny all day and without a girlfriend he found it hard to deal with. To make matters worse, Joe's biology class also had some very sexy girls in it, one of them being Alicia Silvers. Alicia was the sexiest senior in the entire school and every guy drooled after her. Of course neither she nor any other girl in his class even acknowledged his existence. Joe sat down in his biology seat just as the bell rang for the last class of the day. This is when he experienced his first good news of the day. Eric Stitz was absent. 'Yes!' thought Joe. Then Joe got some very interesting news, Alicia's partner was also out today so he and her were partners for this class. Alicia smiled at him as she walked in his direction, her big D tits bouncing as she took each step so he knew that there was no way she was wearing a bra. 'As if I wasn't horny enough already!'

Joe realized today's lab was basically a joke. Mr. Magrew, his teacher, explained the lab was just to get everyone ready for the important lab coming up later in the week. Today's lab didn't count for anything. 'There is some good news.' 

As the lab started Joe got a very good look at Alicia. Her large tits were the perfect shape, almost urging him to just grab and squeeze them. Her ass was excellently curved into a beautiful round shape with her tight pants hugging her cheeks so tightly he could practically see her crack. Her flawless face was equipped with a set of incredible blue sparkling eyes and some nicely shaped lips and her golden blond hair was flowing down to her shoulders. Perfection. While Joe was writing down some important info for the lab she was absently looking into space. Suddenly she turned around and accidently smacked him in the gut. 

"Oof," Joe exclaimed as her hand made contact with his stomach. 

"Oh I'm sor-" Alicia began, but didn't finish. She was staring into Joe eyes and then she smiled. "Hey you're kinda cute," she said with a seductive smile on her face. 

"Thanks... I guess," Joe stammered out, noticingly confused. 

Alicia looked around quickly to make sure nobody was looking then said, "Let's have some fun!" Her hand then slowly made its way down to the button of Joe's jeans, which she undid followed by unzipping his zipper. 

"What are you doing!" Joe whispered excitably. 

"Exactly what I know you want," Alicia replied. She then reached into his boxers and pulled out his fully erect cock. The area where everybody works in this specific biology classroom is unique because it has a large black barrier preventing anybody in front of you to turn around and see what you are doing. However, the same can not be said for whoever sits to the sides of you. Luckily, neither of the two groups on either side of Joe and Alicia was paying attention to them. Alicia leaned down and put her mouth around his dick and started sucking. 

"PLEASE STOP! Alicia I'm begging you, NOT IN CLASS," Joe said, barely able to stop himself from yelling. He couldn't believe what was happening to him. He never even fathomed such a thing being possible of happening in class in a high school, even among two 18 year old seniors. Joe knew they were going to get caught and he tried to tell her to stop again, but he found himself speechless. Joe had to admit that Alicia was very good at blowjobs. She knew exactly how to move her tongues and where exactly her lips should be to provide the most pleasure. Her head was just bobbing back and forth on Joe's cock. Alicia then let Joe's cock fall out of her mouth and she turned around and pulled down her pants to reveal a very skimpy thong. 

"Oh my god," Joe muttered, practically incapable of speaking. 

"Hehe I know exactly what you want Joey boy," Alicia said and removed her thong, crumpled it up and stuffed it in Joe's pocket. Alicia then guided Joe cock into her wet pussy. 

"Oooh!" Joe moaned in pleasure at the incredible nice, warm feeling he now felt. Now, Alicia started pushing her ass back to make Joe cock slide in farther and then brought it forward so it would come out more. She continued doing this over and over because no matter how much Joe secretly wanted to, he couldn't bring himself to willingly hump her. Also, Joe could not simply remove his cock, pull up his pants and be done with it. No, his cock was in her and she had him trapped. Without missing a step, Alicia looked to the group to their right where to of Alicia's very hot friends were working on the lab together. Joe wasn't sure, but he believed their names were Pauline and Rachel.

"Pauline, Rachel!," Alicia said just loud enough so only they could hear. 

"ALICIA NO!" Joe whispered, but it was too late and Alicia pushed back far enough so her two friends could see what was going on. 

"Oh my god you slut!" Pauline half whispered, half giggled. Pauline had long black silky hair and even bigger boobs than Alicia. 

"Haha, you are my hero Alicia!" Rachel said, also half whispering and half giggling. Rachel had blond hair like Alicia, but her tits were smaller, but she made up for it by having the sexiest voice Joe had ever heard. Alicia smiled, obviously loving the attention, and worked Joe cock even harder. She looked at the clock, there was ten minutes left in class. 

"I'll bet I can make him shoot out the biggest load of cum any of you have ever seen by the end of class," Alicia said to her friends as if Joe wasn't even in ear shot. 

"NO!" Joe exclaimed. 

"YES!" Pauline and Rachel said in unison. Alicia giggled and moved so Joe's cock came out of her pussy. Joe felt both a feeling of relief and disappointment. Alicia turned around and sat on Joe lap, making sure his cock slid into her clit, and started pumping even harder than before. Joe could hardly contain it, but he managed. Alicia leaned forward and began a steamy make out session with him. He felt her tongue darting all around his mouth. When she finally broke the kiss Joe looked at the clock. Five minutes left of class.

Alicia turned to her friends, who hadn't broken eye contact with them since they found out what is going on and said," Come one ladies! Help me!" Pauline and Rachel looked at each other, smiled, and looked at Joe. Pauline lifted her shirt and unhooked her bra letting her incredible tits hang out. They were so beautiful Joe couldn't look away. Pauline then quickly checked to see if anyone was looking in their direction, and shot her big bra at Joe like and elastic band. They landed right on Joe's face. He took a deep breath, they smelled wonderful. When Alicia took the bra off of Joe's face he now saw Pauline holding up her tits to her mouth and slowly sucking on each one. Joe almost let it out and a little bit of cum came out, but not much. 

Rachel then reached into her purse and took out a tape recorder. She turned it on and started whispering loud enough for Joe to hear,"Ooh that's right baby, fuck her. Oh ya fuck her good. Suck her face and feel that ass!" Joe couldn't handle her voice and soon enough was doing what she said. He actually grabbed Alicia's hips and started thrusting with all his might. He was fucking her now, hard. Joe then looked up and started kissing her in the most incredibly sensual way even Joe didn't know he was capable of it. While he was doing this he grabbed her ass, but it only took one squeeze for Joe to completely unload. He shot out the biggest load of cum he had ever seen, including internet porno movies. 

"OOOH YA!" Alicia moaned in incredible pleasure as the cum filled her up and then some. Joe's cum was now leaking onto the floor. Alicia then separated from Joe and sat in her seat panting. Joe was panting too. BBBBBBRRRRIIIIINNNNNGGGGG! The bell rang. Everybody was gathering up their stuff and leaving.

Thankfully Joe was in the last row and the people to his left didn't notice him sitting in his chair naked as they left. While Joe and Alicia hurriedly got dressed, Pauline pulled her shirt back down over her tits. And Rachel kept recording stuff on her tape. Joe realized she had never stopped even after Joe stopped paying attention. When Joe got completely dressed Rachel walked over to him and dropped the tape on his lap. 

"Keep the presents," Alicia said," because we might see you again." She gave him a wink and walked away giggling with Pauline and Rachel. 

"Well girls you certainly are leaving late," Mr. Magrew said as they walked by. 

"I suppose we are," Rachel said in the voice that can make guys faint," but Joe is still here way in the back of the room." And with that they left, leaving a shocked Joe in the back. 

"Really?" Mr. Magrew said and started walking towards Joe. In lightning fast speed, Joe took the thong from his pocket, the bra from the floor, and the tape from his lap and stuffed it into his bag before Mr. Magrew came. "Joe, are you waiting for something?" Mr. Magrew asked. 

"No sir. Goodbye," Joe stated as he rushed past the teacher and out into the hallway where he took the closest exit out of the school. He had missed his bus so he just walked home alone, thinking.



Classroom Surprise



It was just a regular day at high school. Being in grade 12 and having it almost be the month of May, many students are away participating in tournaments for sports such as lacrosse, rugby, and soccer. Others are doing volunteer work. It's always busy this time of year for students. 

So you can guess that most of the grade 12 classes and other classes would be pretty much empty, or just very small. Very quiet. But the class still went on. Teacher still taught, assigned work, and students still worked. 

One of my favourite classes of this semester was my last period class. English. Not only did I like it because of my friendly classmates that I talk to all the time, or my extremely nice teacher who gives plenty of time to work and talk, but because my crush of three years is in that class as well. Justin. I've liked him on and off ever since freshman year. He's a hopeless crush, just like all my other crushes. I haven't had very many classes with him throughout high school and I've never talked to him either. He sits on the other side of the room, but I stare at him all the time. 

Justin is a football player and plays for the school team. He's very built, quite tall, and has a lot of facial hair for someone at his age. Me and him are in the same grade and are the same age. We are both 18 years old, and like I said, are in senior year. We even share the same birthday month, which is February. I'm a day older than Justin. I'm the 7th and he's the 8th. And I fancy that a lot. I know I'm only a day older, but hey, I'm still older and I am fascinated by it. 

During class when he isn't looking, I slightly turn my upper body and watch him. He never knows when I do it either, which is good on my part. I noticed he plays with his fingers a lot. He always looks either deep in thought or bored out of his mind. He licks his lips too. I've never seen lips like his before. They are so juicy and plump. They have a dark red colour mixed in them, and a slight pink colour too. He has very short hair now. In grade 9, he had a Mohawk for a couple of weeks. I think it was blue and green if I can remember. I found it attractive on him, but authority must have told him to remove it. 

But he's still attractive either way. His voice is very strong, very stern, very loud. And you always know when he's talking. He dated one of my great friends Courtney in grade 10, first semester. When she told me that him and her made out in the back of her car, in the autumn air, you can assume that I was jealous. Very jealous. 

But anyways, I got too carried away with myself on this. It was just a regular day at school. Last period rolled around and I walked into class. No one was in there. Not even my teacher. As weird as I felt, I still casually put my books down and sat down at my desk. I am usually the one that's almost late for class. I think Justin comes in rather late too. 

The bell for the start of class sounded throughout the halls, and to my surprise, Justin rushed into the classroom and stopped dead in his tracks when he saw no one else was in the class but me. I looked down quickly. He didn't say anything and neither did I. He walked in and sat down at his seat. My heartbeat increased. My teacher appeared shortly afterwards. 

'Hey guys, sorry about that. So as you can see, there are a lot of students away today. There was a trip and there's also tournaments for girls soccer. So I will be in the room next door doing some marking and you two can just stay here and work on your next upcoming assignment that's due next week,' Miss. B said. She gathered her papers and just before she left she said, 'I don't think there will be any problems with you two,' she smiled and closed the door ajar. 

My palms instantly started to sweat. I've never been alone with Justin before... I've never been so alone with him that I can hear his breathing. Stay calm, stay calm... The end of class will come before you kno---

'Excuse me,' a voice interrupted my thoughts. I hesitated before I looked up from my books and caught eyes with the person standing in front of me. It was... It was... 

'But did you do the questions last night that were for homework?' Justin asked. I was lost for words... I can't just stare at him... What on earth do I do? Say something... Say somethi---

'Uhhhm...' I surprised myself when I finally said something, or at least made a sound. 'I-I did, did you?' I stammered. 'No, I just wanted an excuse to come over and talk to you,' he said. I tensed up as he sat down in the seat right beside me. I swallowed hard as I thought of words to say. 'Oh, is that so?' I asked. He was chewing gum. It smelt like mint. 'Yeah,' he said casually. 'So are you enjoying this class so far?' he asked. 'It's so far so good, can't complain. How about you?' I asked. 'Eh, it's fine I guess. A lot of work,' he chuckled. 'I don't even do it,' he added. I was honestly star struck. I smiled with him. Now that he's so close to me, I noticed that his cheeks are covered with freckles, just like mine are too. I looked at his famous lips, the ones that I dream about. I snapped out of my gaze. He had gotten up to spit out his gum. He sat back down. 

I cleared my throat. 'So, how long have you been playing football?' I asked. 'I joined the team last year, but I've always loved playing casual football with my friends in my backyard. And they had all joined the team way before me so they encouraged me to join,' he said. 'Why didn't you join when your friends did?' I asked curiously. 'I guess I was afraid of being rejected from the team. I didn't think I was good enough,' he said. I was in shock. How could someone like him be so insecure? He's got such a strong personality. You'd never think he has doubts. But I guess that just shows that a smile can hide a lot. 'I've always thought you were good enough...' I said under my breath, not thinking he would hear me. He inched closer to me. 'What was that you said?' he asked. Shit. Guess I said it louder than I had hoped to. 'Uhhh... I said, I've always thought you'd be good enough to make the team...' I said, as if it was the most normal thing ever. He just looked at me for a few moments, his lips were parted but he wasn't talking. 'Really?' he asked. I nodded. How could I not? 

He bit those plump lips of his while looking deeply into my eyes. Oh shit. Did I say something? Did I do something wrong? I shuffled in my seat, hoping the moment would pass. Then finally, he spoke. 'Close the door, it's locked from the inside so no one will come in and bother us,' he said. I just looked blankly at him. What did he just ask me to do? What did he just say? 

To my own surprise, I got up and closed the door all the way. Before I even had the chance to turn around and get back to my seat, Justin was breathing down on my neck from behind. My breathing quickened and I started to grow wet. Am I dreaming? 

He pushed my hair to one shoulder and pressed his lips to my now exposed neck. Ughhh.... His lips feel as soft as they look... His breath is as fresh as I would have imagined... He kissed up and down my neck, and I moaned softly. 

He spoke between the neck kisses. 'I've always found you very attractive, Katie...' he said softly. What? He's always found me attractive? And he knows my name too? This is too crazy to be true... 

Justin continued to kiss down my neck. I moaned... He was making me melt right before his eyes... He gently turned me around so my face was inches from his. I breathed quickly. He placed two hands on my cheeks and pulled me in for a kiss. Ohh my goshh... Were his lips actually on mine? Was he kissing me?...

I kissed him back. Our mouths melted into each other's. Our lips moved in perfect sync. This was a beautiful moment. He picked me up with his bulging arms, which caught me completely off guard. But I was honestly just growing more and more wet. He carried me to one of the longer desks and gently laid me down on top of it. I was in dream world, right? 

From there, he unbuttoned his uniform shirt and his chest became exposed. I wanted to touch it so bad. I reached up to touch his chest. I rubbed it softly, in a circular motion. He closed his eyes and a soft moan escaped his perfect lips. Wow... My fingers ran over his chest hair, which was very soft and his chest was so smooth. 

He opened his eyes and began to unbutton my shirt. I was in complete shock. He's undressing me now? Okay, someone pinch me and tell me I'm dreaming. 

He separated my shirt over my chest with his fingers. He traced the outline of my bra. I began to get goosebumps. I can't believe this is actually --- 

'You have such a beautiful body, Katie. I love it so much...' his words blew me away, into another universe. He pushed my uniform shirt over my shoulders and it fell to the ground. 'I just want to kiss you all over...' he continued. I shivered as he brushed his lips over my collarbone. My body is extremely sensitive to touch, so the second he kissed my collarbone, then to my shoulders, I was already moaning. Very loudly. 'Mmm Justin... I --' He covered my mouth with his hand gently. 'Shhh Katie... We don't want the others to hear us...' he whispered. He took off his uniform shirt completely and softly wrapped it around my mouth. I was shocked... But I soon grew a sense of realization that this was actually happening... And I wouldn't change it for anything right now... 

He tied his shirt in a knot around my mouth and lay me down on the desk once again. My moans were still there, but they were barely heard. 'Shhh baby... It's okay...' Justin whispered near my ear. I couldn't stop moaning. Not because I didn't want this, but because I just simply couldn't believe it. And he is making me feel amazing right now... 

He continued kissing my collarbones, then back up to my neck. He unhooked my bra while he did so. 'Mmmm...' I tried to moan loudly so he could hear how good he's making me feel. He smiled at me, and my chest became naked. He kissed down my now open chest, massaging my breasts with his strong hands. He started to use his mouth on my nipples, and began to suck them softly. 'Mmhm..' I moaned. I forgot how thick these shirts are... He began to lick my nipple back and forth, gently nibbling on it, while he massaged my other breast. 

My back arched as he kissed down my stomach. He was stopped by my pants. He looked up at me while he unbuttoned my pants, and I lost my breath just watching him. He kissed my stomach and unzipped my pants. He dragged them down my legs and they fell to the ground beneath us. 

'My gosh...' he whispered. He gently massaged me through my panties, and I moaned. He kissed my inner thighs, and he pushed my panties over and my vag became exposed. I moaned just from the feel of the air hitting it. 

'Wow... You're so beautiful Katie... Such a beautiful human being...' he said before he lowered his head in between my thighs, and softly licked up my slit. 'Mmmmm!' I moaned and grabbed a hold of the side of the desk. 'Feel good, baby?' he asked, looking up at me. I nodded as best as I could. His mouth felt exquisite. And I didn't want him to stop. 

He lowered his head once again and began to gently lick at my clit. I've never felt this good before.... 

I noticed that he had something in his hand. He brought it up and it was one of those non-sharpened pencils with no eraser at the bottom. I mentally questioned myself about the pencil. What is he doing with that? Why is he holding it? 

Before I knew it, I felt a hard and thin object being brought up to my hole. My heart was pounding. 'Does that hurt?' he asked. I shook my head no. I wondered what it felt like. He slowly eased the pencil into me... And unbelievably, it felt amazing... He thrusted the pencil slowly in and out of me, as he continued to gently suck and lick at my clit. 'Mmm...' I moaned as I bucked my hips. After a few more thrusts of the magical pencil, he slowly removed it and replaced it with two of his fingers. That felt even better... 

'Mmmmm!' I moaned aloud once again. 'Better?' he asked. I nodded. He thrusted his fingers slowly and then started to go faster. He ran his tongue over my clit. I was going to cum. 'Mmmmnhjnmyufj!' I moaned loudly through the shirt. 'You gonna cum baby?' he asked. 'Mhmmjmhm.....' I answered. 'That's right baby girl, cum all over my fingers... Cum on my tongue...' And his words pushed me to the edge, and I ended up having a mind blowing orgasm. He kissed my inner thighs and kissed up my stomach. He untied his shirt and removed it from my mouth. 

I breathed heavily... He was looking me straight in the eyes... And I took in his beauty... He just blew my mind... 'How was that?' he asked. I breathed heavily through my words. 'That... was... soo-sooo goo-good....' I answered. He smiled. 

After a few moments, I calmed down from my high and he lay there beside me the entire time, just stroking my hair. I smiled up at him. 

'Your turn,' I said. 

He didn't say anything. He just looked at me with wide eyes. Did he think that I was just going to let him do all the amazing work? He did his part, and it was amazing... I can still feel it... 

I slowly sat up and started to kiss his open chest. I pushed back his shirt more and kissed his shoulders. A soft moan fell from his lips. I ran my hand down his abdomen and my hand rested above his uniform pants. I undid his belt, unzipped his pants and pulled them down his legs. 

'Mmm Katie... You've made me so hard...' he said while running a fist through my hair. I looked at his bludge... I just wanted to touch it... I rubbed him over his boxers softly and Justin let out a gentle moan... 'How's that feel baby?' I asked, looking up at him. 'Feels so good baby...' he said, leaning his head back. I now lowered my head and kissed him over his boxers. He inhaled sharply. 'Mmmm....' he moaned. 

I grabbed the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down his legs. He sprang free. I looked at him, and his eyes were closed, and teeth were grinding against each other. I grabbed a hold of him and stroked him slowly up and down. 'Ugh...' he moaned through his teeth. I leaned down and kissed his tip, swirling my tongue around it gently. 'Ohh... Katie...' he moaned. I gently took him into my mouth, pumping him slowly in my mouth. 'Mmmm... My gosh--that feels so good...' he said, digging his nails into my scalp. I continued to suck him, while my hand pumped the rest of him. He moaned once again. 

I began to suck just the tip, swirling my tongue around it while he was in my mouth. 'Oh my go--just like that baby...' he said. I continued to suck his tip, my hand still pumping him. 

I sucked down his shaft then back up again. I started to move my head faster. 'Don't stop baby--don't stop...' he said as he began to move his hips with the rythm of my mouth. I didn't stop, and then he spoke loudly, 'I'm going to cum!' 

Shortly afterwards he came in my mouth. He lay there, his breathing heavy. I kissed up his stomach and gently massaged his chest, to steady his breathing. 'Did you like that baby?' I asked him. 

He slowly opened his eyes and slightly smiled. 'You have no idea...' he leaned towards me once again and planted another kiss on my lips. I kissed him back softly. 

The bell to the end of class rang, and we both got up and put back on our clothes and quickly fixed them up. I fixed my hair, it was a mess. 

Justin ran to the door and opened it ajar, the way our teacher had left it before. 

I ran to my desk and grabbed my books, and Miss. B walked in. 

'Hey guys, how did the assignment go? Any questions?' she asked casually. 

'Nope,' me and Justin said at the same time, trying to hide our smiles. 

'Okay, well you two are free to go,' Miss. B said. 

Me and Justin started for the door. 

'Oh, wait...' Miss. B said. 

Me and Justin looked at each other, wondering what she was going to say. 

'How did one of my fresh new pencils get on the ground?' she asked as she picked it up.

'Uhhh...' I started. 

'Hmmm... Not sure, bye,' Justin said. We both exited the room, and he took me out into the hall. 

'Katie that was amazing. I think next Thursday there is another tournament for lacrosse. We shall do this again then?' he asked, smiling at me. 

I went up to his ear. 'Wouldn't miss it for anything,' I whispered. 

He smiled, and quickly kissed my cheek and went off to his locker.



Classroom Virgin



When I applied for medical school I guess I never really understood all of the consequences. It was just that fresh out of high school I knew I was going to need a good job and the schools were pushing the profession because of a shortage of nurses and doctors.

My nice straight A average served me well in being accepted. During high school I was on the dumpy side, so I never really got distracted by boys. That left me with plenty of time to study and study I did.

My Mom gave me a tearful hug as I headed off for the bus. She had worked since my dad passed away when I was very young, saving everything she could to make sure I could go on to school. That plus dad had been careful to keep a good life insurance policy too.

I don't think that mom ever spent a single dime of that, either. I was one of the lucky ones, I could concentrate on school and not worry too much about money.

I was 19 years old by then, I had been on two dates and neither one of them called to ask me for another date. 

I had been almost naked in front of a male just one time, and even then my mom was right there. She refused to let me out of her sight.

The doctor was a very old man anyway, he had white hair but a gentle manner, still when he reached under the sheet and touched me THERE I cried out. He had already felt and looked at my chest, that didn't bother me.

He jerked his hand back and gave me an odd look. Then he looked at my mom.

"She is fine, perhaps you can explain to her how her body will change now. I think it is best that you do that." Then he left the room, I thought I had done something wrong so I started bawling. Mom came over and hugged me, and told me it was all right, he was just a doctor.

Mom did explain some of it but even at 19 I had no idea at all about boys, although I did see some male organs in drawings and things like that.

The two boys that I went out with never even tried to kiss me, I was actually hoping maybe one of them would though.

Then I began to get breasts, those appeared very late. They actually seemed to grow overnight so mom got me some big heavy bras to wear. Mom was small busted and none of hers would fit, I grew to a 36C cup. I liked that, they made my ample behind look smaller, I thought. I sometimes looked at them in the mirror in my room, comparing them to the other girls that I had seen in gym class.

Mine were every bit as pretty as theirs were, I thought.

Medical school was really easy for me, there were a lot of books and lectures and then tests, I did well on all of them. I learned how to check vitals, all the usual. It was so easy in fact that I kept right on getting straight A's.

The first naked male body I saw was a dead man. That was a shock to me at first, he had died at about age 70. He had grey hair around his groin and a mass of hair on his chest. I looked at his penis, it was only about 5 inches or so and looked all wrinkled. Of course I knew they swelled up when erect, but I had still never seen one that way.

Then in one of the classes the instructor told us that we would be using each other for practice exams. I saw my first live penis in the flesh, one of the male students stood behind a sheet they set up and each one of us went back, one at a time to lift his testicles and feel for hernias. There had been some photos and a short movie earlier that showed a man with a hernia so I thought I knew.

When I stepped back behind the sheet Terry, a guy I knew was on the track team stood there naked from the waist down. Several of the students had already gone back there, and he had started to erect.

"Relax, Sally. It's just a normal procedure." He said, apparently noticing my flaming face. I pulled on a glove and reached out and touched him, rolling each testes like we had been taught.

I couldn't stop myself from glancing at his penis, it had a big head on it that was way larger than the shaft and it stuck almost straight out.

Denise, our instructor stood right there watching. She had insisted we call her that from the first day. She explained to me how to lift and have him cough. I got through that and hurried back to my desk with my face flaming, some of the rest of the class chuckled softly.

That had really felt strange, and somehow it excited me to actually touch him.

There was one man in our class I didn't really care for. I made the mistake of calling him "Jon" one day and he instantly snapped at me.

"My name is JONATHAN!" He glared at me. That hurt my feelings, I mumbled an apology and tried to stay clear of him. He went out of his way after that to make sure I knew he didn't like me which upset me.

Then one day Denise told us we were switching to the female anatomy. She set up the curtains as I sat there praying that I would not be first.

"Sally, come on up. We will use you for the patient today." Denise said as I sat there flushing. I barely managed to get up and go behind the curtain.

I knew this was probably coming but I had been hoping it wouldn't be me. I had no choice.

"Undress and pull this sheet over you, then lie back on the table." She told me. I did as she asked, tucking the sheet firmly between my legs. The first thing she had them do was examine my breasts, one of the girls was the first to come back, then another one and I began to relax. They took turns feeling my breasts for lumps or anything abnormal.

Terry came back, he felt around under the drape and I had an overwhelming feeling that I wanted him to see them. That just made me blush all the more. He kept his head turned away the whole time.

Then I looked up and Jonathan was standing there. He stepped up and briskly pulled the sheet down, then pawed first one, then the other. It didn't hurt but I didn't like it. He even squeezed my nipples. Finally he was done and I suffered through the rest of them. Most felt around under the sheet but a couple of them uncovered me. By then I didn't mind very much. Denise never said a word, just let them do what they wanted to. I did glance at her and she was smiling, I wondered about that. She seemed to like looking herself, I had heard that some women liked other women but I didn't really understand that.

I lay there thinking it was finally over, no boys had ever seen me before but some of them sure had now. I had mixed emotions, I wanted to cover up but I wanted them to see me at the same time.

"Next we will practice pelvics." Denise said.

"Oh, God!" I muttered.

"Relax, Sally, it's nothing. You will get used to it." She told me. She reached out and patted me to calm me down.

Then there was a string of students, they came in and felt around under the sheet, pressed one finger inside me and poked around, then left. The first three were the other women in my class.

That wasn't so bad, I thought.

Terry came in and slipped his hand under the sheet and I tensed up.

"Sorry." He said, he inserted one finger slightly and felt my insides, then went back out. It was over so quickly I didn't have time to really respond.

Then Jonathan came in. He grinned at me and reached under, first feeling me roughly all over. I was slick from the lube. Then he shoved his finger so far inside I jumped as his knuckles bumped right against me.

I let out a grunt, I couldn't help myself.

"This doesn't feel right, something is wrong in there!" He told Denise, his index finger still jammed way up inside me.

"What are you feeling?" She asked, concern in her voice.

"I'm not sure, it just doesn't...not like any others I have felt."

"Let me try." Denise said, pulling the sheet back and exposing me. I saw Jonathan's eyes go right to my groin, then Denise pressed her finger inside as I squeezed my eyes shut.

"She seems normal to me, are you feeling the fact that she is a virgin?" She asked Jonathan like I was a chunk of meat on the table.

"Virgin? No way!" He exclaimed.

"Sure she is, see here?" She opened me up and slipped her finger inside again, feeling my hymen.

"Go ahead, feel that. But be careful." She told Jonathan as I blushed and squeezed my eyes shut. I felt his finger go inside again, he wiggled it a few times, then slid it out. That hurt a little bit.

"Well, I'll be damned." He said.

I got dressed and the class was breaking up, some of them were looking at me oddly. I hurried to my apartment and showered until my skin was red.

My phone was ringing as I came out, toweling my hair dry. It was Jonathan.

"Hi. Hey I was thinking, would you like to have dinner with me?"

"I thought you didn't like me?" I blurted out, not knowing what to say.

"I like you just fine, besides, you are really pretty."

Pretty? Me?

"It's just dinner, we can get to know each other since we will be working together in class."

"Well...Oh, ok."

"Great, pick you up in an hour." He hung up before I could say anything.

I guess I was surprised, and I can't say I wasn't really excited at the idea. Jonathan had always been short with me before or just ignored me. Besides, I knew he had not only seen me naked but he had actually put his fingers in me. I could almost still feel that. But I figured he just wanted to talk about the classes or something.

I dressed in a simple pullover outfit, not fancy but it was pretty and I knew I looked nice. I even took off my glasses and put them in my purse.

I sat there and waited, finally he knocked on my door a full half hour late.

"You look nice!" Were the first words out of his mouth. My hand came up and brushed my hair back, I instantly hated doing that. He reached out and took my hand and led me out to his car. It was a funny looking car, it had a big thing on the hood and the back tires were way bigger than the front ones.

It was really noisy, too, and seemed to bounce up and down as he drove. We went to a local restaurant and he even pulled a chair out for me. I was surprised, the blank look he always gave me seemed to be gone, he was being nice.

He told me about growing up in Los Angeles, I was interested because I always wanted to go there. Then he asked me about my life, I told him about growing up with just Mom and me, living in the midwest and just going to school.

"Yea, I thought so, I can tell from the way you dress." He smiled.

"The way I dress?" I asked.

"Yea, you have a killer bod and it's always covered up." He looked at my chest, making me blush. My mind flashed back to him more or less mauling my breasts, the other students had used their fingertips and been very gentle.

"I...we..I was always modest and my mom....."

"It's OK. I was surprised that you are still a virgin, though. You are what? 20 now?"

That made me blush even more, I just nodded.

"And the bush! That was amazing!"

"Bush? What do you mea...oh." 

"Sorry. I didn't mean to embarrass you. It's just that the girls where I come from all shave that off, or most of it." He was grinning at my discomfort.

It was almost merciful when he finally took me home, he parked the car and shut it off. It made a big hiss when he did. Then he leaned over and put his hand behind my neck and kissed me.

My first real kiss! I felt his lips and then his tongue came out and poked at my mouth and I pulled back in surprise.

"What's wrong?" He asked me.

"Nothing. I just never...."

"Good grief, you are not only a virgin but you have never been kissed either?" He started laughing. That made me a little bit mad.

"No. I haven't."

"That's funny, you are probably the only one your age left in the whole world." He grinned at me.

"I have to go now, thank you for dinner." I opened the door and slid out. He leaned over towards me as I started to close the door.

"Hey Sally! You might think of losing the brush, the guys are already calling you bigfoot!" Then he laughed, started the car and took off with a roar.

I went up to my room and sat there on the edge of the bed and cried. I thought for a long time. I decided that Jonathan was just not a nice man. I was going to have to deal with him because he was in my class but I made up my mind that I didn't have to put up with him.

I also didn't want to be teased.

The next day I bought a razor and some shaving cream, I went home and carefully trimmed my pubic hair. I tried to make it heart shaped but it came out a short triangle. The triangle got smaller and smaller as I tried to make it look even, it was really hard to do. Finally I gave up and cut it all off.

Now it stung a little and looked red, I showered and dried myself and used some powder, that helped.

Jonathan didn't say much in class, we were studying medicines and dosages all the next week anyway so there were no more embarrassing incidents. I was glad when Terry was assigned as my partner, I wasn't sure I could have stood it if it had been Jonathan. I did notice Jonathan kept looking my way.

I also checked out the other women in the class, and in the halls. Most of the time in class we all wore those ugly green smocks but out of class the other girls all wore pretty blouses and shirts. None of them buttoned up the back like all of mine did, and all of them were way shorter too.

I decided to go shopping.

There was a little clothing store about 10 blocks from my apartment, and older lady ran it and a younger man worked there too. I was looking at the racks of blouses when he walked up to me and asked if he could help. He had a really funny way of talking, plus he moved his hands around a lot.

I told him I was looking for some blouse and skirt combinations, he looked me up and down and led me over to a nearby rack. He picked out several outfits, told me to go back and try them on. The first skirt I put on was way too short, it was above my knees. I tried another and it was the same. I heard him call out asking me if I needed any help just as I was pulling off the third one.

"No, but these are all too short." I said through the curtain.

"Put one on and let me see, honey. Marti!! Come over here and give me a hand!" He yelled, at the older woman I assumed.

Taking a deep breath, I stepped out. They both stood there, the man clapped his hands.

"Perfect, sweetie! You will knock them dead in that. Here, try this blouse with it." He handed me a thin blouse, I stepped back and put it on.

"I can see right through this." I protested.

"Come on out, it's the style." He said. The older woman looked me up and down, nodded, that made me feel better.

"You will need a different bra, that one looks huge." She said. She headed off across the store and was back in seconds with a matching bra that was soft and trimmed with lace. It was mostly just a sling.

"Try this." She handed it to me.

I stepped back and stripped, put on the bra and the blouse and came back out. The man clapped his hands again.

"There you go, you are gorgeous, darling!"

"She sure is, George." The woman said, then she left to go wait on another lady who came in.

I began to get into it, trying on a dozen different outfits. I turned this way and that, looking at myself in the mirror. I ended up buying a half dozen pretty outfits. 

"Next we need to fix that hair." George said.

"My hair? What's wrong with my hair?"

"Oh it's just so...not you!" He smiled.

"Hang on, I have an idea." He picked up a phone and dialed.

"Gloria! I have one here for you! She needs your magic, dearie. Oh, yes, right now, it's an emergency!" He hung up and grinned at me.

"Come on, dearie! Marti! I will be back in an hour or two!" Then he led me out the door and down the street.

Gloria turned out to be a man too, at least I think he was. It was hard to tell with the mass of long blonde hair and makeup. He ran a hair salon, there were several stations there with people working. He had me sit in a chair, looked me up and down and went to work. Then he got some makeup, put some touches here and there.

In an hour and a half he swung me around to take a look in the mirror. I had almost no idea who was looking back at me.

Gone were the bangs cut straight across, replaced by swirls of hair that swept off to the side. The back came over and down, forward on one side, with streaks of color all through it, replacing the mousy brown. My eyes looked darker and mysterious, there was a blush of rose on my cheeks.

I sat there and looked at myself in surprise.

George did that clap of his hands again.

"Isn't Gloria just so totally magic?" He said. I grinned at him, I really did like it.

I tried to pay Gloria but he wouldn't take any money, he told me it was worth it just to see what was underneath there. I hugged both of them and thanked them.

I was walking back to my apartment when someone wolf whistled. I looked around and a truck driver was standing there with the back of his truck open. He grinned at me and gave me the thumbs up sign.

I was practically flying by the time I got home, nobody had ever whistled at me before.

I got to class the next day, walked in. Denise looked up at me.

"Can I help you?" She asked. I looked at her mildly confused, then realized she didn't recognize me.

"Oh my!" She said. "Wow, what a difference!"

I just smiled, went to my seat. Terry walked in moments later, looked at me and grinned.

"What happened to you?" He leaned over and whispered to me.

"You turned into a stone fox!" I beamed at that, my confidence was building up very quickly.

The rest of the class filed in, they all looked at me in surprise, then Jonathan walked in and his jaw dropped. I just looked away.

By the end of the class the fuss was over, but I realized that I looked completely different. Even going down the halls I saw several men turn to take a glance at me, that felt good. Nobody really ever took a glance at me before, the sensation was wonderful.

Things settled down at school, Terry and I worked together sometimes, then I would be assigned to one of the other women. One day bled into another, I got asked out a few times and went with a few. I even got kissed a couple of times but I rebuffed all of the hints at more, except one man put his hand on my breast over my clothes. It felt good, exciting, so I let him a little bit, but stopped him when he tried to reach under my skirt.

Then finally it was graduation, I was now a nurse. I had plans to continue on to become a Doctor, I knew that meant at least another 5 to 6 years of study. I still had my straight A's, too.

Then there was the party. All of the students were going, so I went too. There was a lot of drinking going on, I sipped on some wine myself. It didn't take much of that and I felt a little woozy so I sat down on one of the couches. Just then Jonathan plopped down beside me.

"Hi, Babe." He said.

I nodded at him. Jonathan had asked me out several times after our first date but I always turned him down. He was talking to me but I was having a hard time understanding him.

Then somehow we were dancing, he held me tightly and I had to hang onto him because I was unsteady on my feet. He led me off down the hallway and for some reason I went along, not really resisting. I don't know how we ended up on one of the beds, but when he started tugging at my clothing I began to put up a fuss.

He actually had one of my hands pinned down and managed to get my blouse undone, and he was squeezing one of my breasts. I was struggling, trying to get loose when the weight lifted off me and there was some shouting.

In the fog in my head I realized it was Terry holding Jonathan, then Jonathan took a swing at Terry. Terry just hit him and that was it. He reached out for me as my world went black.

I woke up at my apartment in my bed. I looked around, confused, not knowing what had happened. All I had on was my bra and panties, the covers snugged up around me. I got up and sat on the edge of the bed, my head felt terrible.

Then I heard a noise in the other room, I jumped back in the bed and pulled the covers up. Someone knocked on the door.




Classroom Virgin



"Sally? Are you awake?" It was Terry's voice.

"Yes." I answered.

"Can I come in?"

"Yes." He walked in, looked at me. He had a big glass of Orange juice in his hand. I took it and drank half of it greedily.

"Careful, Sally. Take it easy." 

"What happened?"

"I brought you home, you were out of it."

"I don't understand, all I had was a couple of glasses of wine."

"I think there was maybe something in it, you passed out."

"Oh." I didn't really understand.

"You mean someone...drugged me?"

"Yea, I think so. You seem to be fine now, though."

"How did I....?"

"I brought you home, put you to bed. I kept an eye on you, your vitals stayed fine. We learned all that in school." He grinned at me.

"You took my...." I blushed furiously, holding the covers up tightly to me.

"I'm sorry. I didn't want your clothes messed up in case you got sick but you didn't."

"Well, I guess you have seen me anyway already."

"Yea, that's true. Well, I will let you get dressed." He left, I got up and pulled on a pair of jeans and a blouse. Terry was sitting in my living room when I came out.

"Thank you, Terry. I don't know what would have happened."

"You were sitting there talking to Jonathan, then I looked up and you were gone so I went looking. He was being an ass. But I don't think he will be any more, I broke his jaw."

"Oh. Is he hurt badly?"

"I don't know, they came and hauled him off. But he was trying to molest you, and then he swung at me." Terry just shrugged. Then he got up to leave.

"Let me know if you need any help?" He said. I nodded, and he left.

I never saw Jonathan after that, he wasn't in any of my classes or around the campus. I went on to school, my goal to become a Doctor was getting closer. I was going to class one day several months later when I heard a familiar voice. Terry walked up to me and gave me a hug.

He asked me to coffee so I went. We chatted, Terry was enrolled in school again, having spent the summer working as a nurse to come up with enough money to pay for classes. We had a nice visit, then he asked me if I would like to go to a concert with him. 

I was excited at that, Terry was so handsome, nice and I felt safe with him. I had not dated anyone at all since the trouble with Jonathan. I must have changed clothes 20 times before I finally felt ready.

"Wow!" Terry said, when I answered his knock. That made me feel so good. The music was wonderful, Terry was attentive. We had such a good time. When we got back to my apartment I asked him up for some tea.

He settled into one of my chairs as I made the tea, I came out and sat across from him and we talked for a long time. Finally he stood to go, I started to walk with him to the door, he put his arm around my shoulders. That felt so nice, then he leaned down and kissed me.

It wasn't one of those mashing type of kisses, it was soft and gentle, it made my head swim. I liked it and kissed him back. His hands dropped to my hips, I pressed against him. Somehow we ended up back on the couch, I felt his hand come up and stroke my ribcage. My face flushed and I felt my body respond, I let him. Then his hand was on my breast, the buttons on my blouse were undone. I felt his fingers gently reach inside the cup of my bra and brush my nipple, it was like they were on fire.

I didn't resist when he slid my blouse off, then tripped the catch on my bra. His hand came up again and fondled my bare breast, I felt myself flood with moisture at that.

I remember feeling my jeans being slid off my hips, my body lifted to help him. Then I was naked, he leaned down and pressed his lips to my loins, his tongue lashing me. My body exploded into something I had never felt before, there seemed to be no end. I realized that he was now naked too, I saw the large head of his erection, I reached down to grasp it in instinct.

His finger probed me, then he stopped.

"My God! You are still.....?"

"Don't stop! Oh please don't stop!" I muttered, trying to twist my body around to meet his.

Terry pressed me back gently, slid upwards into position. I felt the end of his penis probe at me several times, then finally gain entrance. He pressed, I felt a short stab of pain, then a feeling of fullness. Waves of pleasure swept over me, I was totally lost in the sensations. He began to spasm, that set off a blinding feeling as my hips thrust upwards to meet his.

He collapsed onto me, I held him firmly. Then he began to move again, the sensations started to build again, but before I could climax again he softened, and I felt him slip out.

I was a virgin no more.

Terry actually apologized, I laughed and told him I wasn't sorry. It was time, I was ready and I liked him. I pressed him back onto the bed and we did it again, more leisurely this time.

We became an item for several months, he used a condom after that, not wanting to get me pregnant.

Then he switched to a different school hundreds of miles away. There were long phone calls, over time those became less and less frequent. I understood. I had for a time thought I was in love, but I realized I wasn't really. It was a relationship.

I learned later about love.

I now walked the halls with confidence, I even dated some if the person seemed to be all right.

Most of them tried to seduce me, very few succeeded. Those were all just relationships, they filled a need I now knew about. Then one day I graduated, my degree in hand.

I was a Doctor. I had the world in my hands and I knew it.