2 comments/ 31186 views/ 4 favorites The Class Exams By: AlmostTime At a private Catholic school in the mainland United States, there's a particular classroom which has been privy to secrets of a bizarre and occult nature, and whose students perform phenomenal feats with playful abandon, as though they hardly care to consider the mortal price of their lessons. You see, secretly, this group of students, headed by their teacher, Ms. Cass, practiced in the ancient art of witchcraft. While it may seem contradictory, or perhaps vindictive, for a collective of witches to perform within the walls of a Roman Catholic institution, there isn't the slightest hint of spite. Being a building blessed by a priest, an invisible presence appears, often co-existing with the living without provocation. However, the witches, being in tune to the dark energies, are able to tap into this presence to fuel the education of new witches, given the fact that this education was terribly costly with regards to dark energy. So these established classrooms would cloak themselves with a powerful spell disguising the class and its students as a class of male students watching a film on reproduction. It was quite a ruse. Their pupils were able to behave as actual students in the school as well, so the disguise was only necessary for two periods a day, surrounding the lunch break (oftentimes, class will run into lunch. Such is the risk of education). it should be noted, however, no student were given any suspicion regarding the classroom until they turned 18 - and were female, and certainly persuasive in appearance. Then, the teacher would perform a rigorous suitability test, disguised as an annual physical endurance challenge. The education itself is difficult to comment on. While I could elaborate upon the details of their controversial taught skills, a story would be far more entertaining. You'll masturbate, and probably enjoy it, if only as that necessary distraction. So here's the story. It features a character of mine well-established, although you'll have to keeps your eyes open for her. This is the first chapter of "The Classroom". Ms. Cass was at the blackboard, writing the OED definition of "fellatio" in big white letters. Her glasses were slipping down her nose, and her hair had begun to fall out of it's bun- she knew the school day was nearing its end. As she pushed her glasses up her nose again, she heard a loud slurp behind her. Turning quickly, she found her students just as they should be; all sitting patiently, taking notes in their seats, and Erica Tightwell at the front of the class giving a blowjob to slimy swamp monster. "Now Erica might be having trouble catching her breath with the monsters' slime still flowing, so her best option would be to use her hands to both jerk off his cock and clear that slime from her face." Erica behaved as the teacher informed, quickly jerking hulking beasts' massive cock with both hands, one not being big enough to circle the thick cock. "The intimidation factor of such a....prominent....creature might give your nerves a play, but you just have to approach with confidence. They know who you are instinctively, and unlike their reaction to most humans, they just want peaceful interaction with us. And sex; that's pretty much always first on their mind. So that's why the witches exist! We need to sate these creatures, and in return we get a taste of the magic they possess. An added perk, if you're into it (which you should be if in my class), is the sex with these weird things." Ms. Cass regarded Erica again, and her shirt had become translucent with the heaps of wet, green slime pouring over her from the 12 foot tall creature she was sucking off. Its vegetation riddled body, and its huge forms' indistinguishable features (bar the foot-long cock) were strangely natural in its contrast to the teenage witch between its legs. Erica wasn't a bombshell, but at 18, she had an inherent sexuality inimitable by any older person. She was fairly thin, and had B-cup tits to reflect this. At 5'4", she was a sexy little sprite, topped off by her short, blonde hair and thick, red lips. Those lips were running the length of the strange cock, switching from swallowing its length to kissing and licking the base of the cock head, as the creature only stood and groaned in approval. The teacher noted Erica's enthusiasm, and thought back to when this class first began. Erica was so nervous - as were the rest - but now they had grown to enjoy and learn from their peculiar situation. Erica had even grown into becoming a teacher's pet, although only in the faculty that she'd eagerly volunteer for demonstrations with O.B.'s (Otherworld Beings). Ms. Cass had begun to wonder if the girl was ready for the secret formula. The slimy beasts put its massive hands on the back of her head and pushed down, gently, yet with force. Erica masterfully relaxed her throat and let the massive cock slide down her throat. Erica attempted a smile - deep-throating had always been a particular talent of hers, so this swamp thing was in for a treat. Grasping the cock at the base with both hands, she pushed its length deeper and deeper into her mouth, until there was only half left out. The swamp monster thought a primitive, yet accurate thought regarding these witches' versatility; "Most humans would have choked to death! It's like these witches are made for sex!" It's true, being part of the class allows for the girls to do things an ordinary teenager - or any-ager - could do. Furthermore, each girl possesses particularly unique abilities, both in the class and when outside. For example, Erica had the ability to deep-throat any cock. Amber, the brunette knock-out, held a trace of Ultimate Seduction, the legendary magical power which controls men's arousal; her grasp of it was directed towards ejaculation, in that she held the power to give men erections and the ability to spew forth massive amounts of cum. It was rumored that Claire, the sultry and tight redhead with tits the size of watermelons held the power to change her breasts' size at will, but left them in the extra-large setting of f-cup in the name of getting attention from other students and teachers. The swamp creature was clearly nearing the end of his rope, with this spry little elf taking his massive cock further and further into her throat. He continued to thrust, and each push went further. "Now don't all you other girls go and try this...remember that Erica has the unnatural ability to survive without breath if a supernatural creature is, well, fucking her breathless. So she might be able to enjoy this, but you might find it a tad uncomfortable." Ms. Cass piped in after noting her students increasing curiosity towards the scene before them. Some of the dozen girls had taken to rubbing themselves beneath their tiny school skirts. "And don't get too excited. It looks like he's on his way out." The blonde with the huge cock in her mouth's eyes suddenly burst wide, and the cock she had been swallowing was pulled out, spewing heaps of thick, white cum. It was evident she had tried to swallow it, but having balls the size of apples, this thing had its share of jizz. It immediately shot all over her face and blouse, and Erica smeared the goo over lips, licking it from her fingers. "Class, this is exactly the right way you should extract their precious fluid; you all know why we need that, right?" Ms. Cass asked. "To fuel our magic..." The girls replied in unison, sounding as bored as a class learning geometry with an overambitious teacher. Erica had wiped about half the cum from her face, and the creature was smacking her cheek with the side of his semi-hard cock when Ms. Cass snapped her fingers. In an instant, the creature was gone, Erica was back in her seat (although still wet and gooey from the creatures slime and cum...her top was transparent to the point of plainly revealing her black, lacy bra, although that could hardly be considered concealed beneath a white button-up shirt.) "Why do you all sound so droll? Do you not realize the great power we've been given? This gift....with the greatest sacrifice....is something we should cherish!" "It's not that!" chimed Claire, who clearly had been fiddling with her shirt with boredom, as the top three buttons were unfastened, revealing her hefty cleavage. "It's just....we're bored with only doing this in classroom scenarios! This hardly can be a substitute for the real thing! We sit here and watch other students fuck tame creatures, each more afraid of you than eager to fuck, and we take notes. Ms Cass! I've talked to other students, and we want to see the world, and experience it properly!" Each time she made a point, Claire would slam her fists on the table. She had become terribly impassioned over the issue. "I'm sorry to be so angry, but I just want to get out there and prove I'm in control of these powers!" She slammed her fist, and her cleavage jiggled, slowly edging out of her shirt. "I understand Claire...mm....but, um..you should probably just sit down right now." Ms. Cass responded, clearing focusing her attention to this nubile teens heaving bosom. "I won't sit down!" Her arms slammed to her side, squeezing her tits up and out, leaving the whole class trying to sneak a peek at this fox's delicious rack. "I think my voice should be heard! This argument deserves to be noticed!" Her teenage strongheadedness seemed to be in full drive at the moment. "It's not what you think, Claire. It's just that you've managed to drive the class to the edge of an orgy with your cute little jiggling there. I'd tell you to stop, but at this point, I just want to see that shirt off and your classmates licking you all over, but that would be inappropriate." "I don't think it would be!" Sarah, a spot-on Megan Fox look-alike, chimed in. "It would be. I'm the teacher and I say so. But Claire, I'm inclined to agree with you. The class has demonstrated great aptitude for any situation, and it's due time they were given the chance to try their skills out in the field. As I've taught you, a wild monsters cum is far richer in....what?" "Blexicalion." The class responded, much prompter this time. "That's right, the compound which is responsible for magical capability," Ms. Cass said, "which you all could use a healthy surplus of. So how about it? Final exams; I send all of you to another dimension featuring some samples of creatures you might experience in your quest to acquire blexicalion. How about you all have to master three separate encounters, whether they be in hoard or individual, then I'll teleport you back here?" The class seemed terribly excited. Erica must have pulled some spell out to clean herself up, as her hair and clothes were entirely bereft of any imperfections, and she sat on the edge of her seat, and at the edge of her tiny plaid skirt. Then the lights disappeared for the students. Each felt as light as dust, but safer than ever as they fell through time and space to their predetermined locations. Ms. Cass stood still in the class, her hair's tight bun and her clever professional attire were only slightly ruffled by the massive windstorm which whipped her students away. "Good luck, girls..." "They'll be fine." A gruff voice spoke from behind. Ms. Cass turned, and her face rapidly changed emotions. First shock, then sly arousal at the small form at her doorway. "I didn't think I'd see you again." "Me neither. Now take off you top." "You always had a way with words." Ms. Cass spoke as she reached for the top buttons of her blouse. "Do you want to fuck my tits or my mouth today?" "Neither. I just want to see what's mine." She stopped at the third button as he said this. "Now, we talked about this. I'm my own person." There was a pause. "He doesn't seem to think so. And he remembers the accident of ours, so I'd be careful if I were you." The gruff voice continued, "So can I see your tits already?" "No. Good-bye, Teddy." She looked down to button up her blouse. Upon looking up, the small form was gone.