NIS: Mrs. Trotter - Chapter Four
"Mrs. Trotter?" Glenda Binkley swallowed hard when she caught sight of my wet, cum stained face, neck, breasts, and tummy. Not to mention my puffy vulva and glistening thighs.
"Yes?" I dipped my head so I wouldn't have to see the sixteen-year-old girl staring at me.
"You have a, um…message," she said, holding out an office phone memo.
"What's it say?" I asked, since I couldn't reach out to take it from her with my hands chained to the collar around my neck.
"Oh! Um…" She looked at it. "Call your husband."
"What?" I blinked at her. "What else?"
"That's all it says," Glenda shrugged. "He called about half an hour ago."
"Mrs. Trotter?" … "Oh man!" … "What happened to her?"
The sophomores for my next class were coming into the room, pausing to stare as if I was an accident along the side of the road.
I ignored them as much as possible, forgetting my humiliation as I wondered why Henry would be calling me from his office. Had something happened to him? That would be the only reason I could think of and the idea that he might have had an accident or gotten sick…I had to call him back. Nothing else mattered to me, I loved my husband and that sudden clarity put everything I'd been suffering in a different perspective.
What did being naked in school matter if Henry had a heart attack? Why should I care what some high school kid thought of me? Or even a school full of them; they were just passing through my life on their way to someplace else. My husband was my life and I nearly ran to the administration offices, trying not to catch anyone with my elbows as I went. I must have made quite a sight and I heard the laughter following me down the hallways, but I didn't waste time worrying about it.
"Mrs. Trotter…tsk-tsk-tsk" Mrs. Watkins half-smiled, half-frowned when she saw me. "Are you alright?"
"Did you talk to my husband?" I asked her, reaching for the phone before I remembered I couldn't.
"Here, let me help you," she said. "Allison took the message. She had to go to class. What's the number?"
I gave Mrs. Watkins the telephone number and caught myself in the full length mirror mounted on the wall. It had small letters stuck to the glass spelling out, "Look Your Best, Be Your Best" and right then I looked like a refugee. The remains of the blowjob I'd given Matt clung to my face like a sticky glaze facial cream. My lipstick had been smeared around my lips and across my cheeks and chin. The tears had ruined my mascara and eye shadow. My blonde hair looked frayed, to put it nicely, and…
"Can you hold the phone?" Mrs. Watkins asked. "It's ringing."
"Yeah," I said. "Thank you."
"Try not to get it messy."
She put the receiver in my left hand for me and turned away, putting everyone else back to work. Her two assistants and the third period student helper, Glenda, had been staring at me. I ignored them and checked my box while I waited for Henry to answer his phone. Six rings…Seven…I felt my frustration growing and almost gave up when he finally answered.
"Weinstein, Goldman, and…"
"Henry!" I said quickly, cutting him off. "Are you alright?"
"June? It's Marvin…Henry's in a meeting right now."
"Oh." I frowned at that. Marvin was the accounting supervisor at the firm, an older man and my husband's boss.
"He's fine though," the man told me. "There's nothing to worry about."
I let out a sigh of relief. "They said he called. I was so worried. I thought maybe…"
"No. Henry's okay," he assured me. "He was just worried about you, I think. Someone called and said you're in trouble or something like that?"
"What?"
"A girl," he said. "I didn't catch her name, but…Is everything okay there?"
"A girl?" I licked my lips. "No. I mean, yes…I'm fine."
"She told Henry, uh…Well, I heard you're, um…Are you naked, June?"
"Naked?" I asked dumbly with a hard swallow.
"Naked in school?" he asked with a weak chuckle as if he couldn't believe it. "We thought she might have been looking for me at first, but my Janey was naked last year, so…"
He meant his daughter, Jane, who'd graduated high school the previous year. I'd never met her, but she looked attractive in her pictures and Marvin liked to talk about her.
"Uh, yeah …" I lowered my voice to a whisper, turning my back to the secretaries. "They made me do it! Mr. Steinway said it's in my contract and all the teachers have to get naked and…"
"I see," he replied slowly, perhaps wondering why I'd confide in him that way, but I just had to tell someone!
"…I didn't want to, Marvin. I tried to say no, but he said I'd be fired and have to pay back the money and my student loans and…"
"I know," he sighed. "Shhhh…It's okay. Take a deep breath. Relax, June."
"Yeah." I nodded, taking a breath and trying to stop shaking. I'd been talking pretty fast and telling my husband had given me another shot of adrenalin.
"Are you, um…Naked right now?" he asked.
"Yeah," I breathed. "It's crazy. They put the collar on me and…"
"They're not making you do…things…" he cleared his throat, "…Are they?"
"Things?" I closed my eyes and winced.
"Touching you and all that?" Marvin asked carefully. "I remember when Janey went through it; some of the things they made her do…"
"Oh, um…"
"I listened, you know, and tried to comfort her, but…" he sighed. "She told me things a father shouldn't ever hear from his little girl's lips, you know?"
"Yeah," I agreed softly, not entirely sure if I knew or not.
"It would probably be worse for a husband," Marvin said and I blinked at that. "Henry loves you to death, but if you're doing the things my Janey did…"
"You think I shouldn't tell him?" I asked.
"Well, it's up to you," he said. "I just remember listening to my daughter tell me about the first time she ever, uh…you know…had sex."
"Uhhhh…" I blushed as I listened to his confession, if that's what it could be called.
"I know it was good for Janey and by the end of the week she wanted to go to school naked everyday, but…" Marvin chuckled. "Jesus! The idea of three or four boys at a time, putting their cocks inside my little Princess, that's…"
Neither of us said anything for a long two or three seconds.
"Oh! Shoot, I'm sorry June!" he said with a deep breath. "I'm sure you know what it's like, or will soon enough. You don't need me trying to tell you."
"Yeah," I breathed.
"Just, um…When you tell Henry," he said slowly, "you might want to break the news…gently."
"Okay," I nodded into the phone.
"And he probably doesn't need all the details, um…But he's your husband anyway," Marvin said with a chuckle. "I'm no marriage counselor."
"That's…Yeah," I agreed. "I'll be careful."
"Good," he said. "And don't you worry too much, June. My Janey hated it at first too, but after a day or two she couldn't wait to get back to school and take her clothes off."
He laughed and I tried to join him, but it wasn't easy.
We said our goodbyes with Marvin promising to tell my husband everything was fine for me. I more or less dropped the phone on the counter as I bent over at the waist and tried to replace it in the cradle. I gave Mrs. Watkins an apologetic shrug and the bell starting third period had sounded several minutes before. I had to return to my classroom and I didn't find a lot of comfort in Marvin's words, especially the part about not telling my husband everything. How could I keep anything a secret from the man I loved?
How could I tell Henry that I'd sucked another man's penis? Or at least a boy's…I doubted he'd see much of a difference either way. Matt's cock wouldn't be the last one I had in my mouth either; I had no illusions on that score. Sex was a big part of the Naked in School Program, although nobody really went out of their way to admit that. Social Adventurism was the politically correct term and everyone involved tossed those words out with the prideful certainty that we were raising a new generation of confident young adults.
I'd done my part during the short time I'd been teaching and watched as the boys and girls under my care had explored each other. I'd supervised and encouraged teenage girls to masturbate their male classmates, to expose themselves completely and make their bodies available. I hadn't insisted that anyone perform oral sex and I certainly hadn't condoned intercourse, but I hadn't objected to such things either. I'd left it up to the students, thinking it would teach them independence and responsibility. A girl could and should make up her own mind, but would I be able to say no when the time came?
I paused at a drinking fountain and luckily for me the chains attaching my wrists to the collar were just long enough that I could push the silvery button and drink to my heart's content. I felt very thirsty as doubts kept nagging at me and I could still taste Matt's semen in my mouth. The next time a boy requested relief, or simply asked me to suck him off, I hoped I'd refuse. I had to refuse. I was married and I loved my husband. I'd grown up telling boyfriend's no. Sucking Matt's penis had been disgusting and humiliating and…
And I licked my lips, savoring the faintly salty flavor. Would I really say no? I wouldn't have to tell Henry, would I? He didn't need to know the details and my clit thrummed and my nipples burned and I had a classroom full of teenage boys waiting for me. I had another drink and even washed around my mouth in the fountain, so much as I could, and that made me feel only slightly better.
I had to be insane! The fear hadn't gone away, nor had the shame, but mixed in with those terrible emotions I felt lust as well. The young woman I'd seen in the mirror reflected far more than just a pretty face covered with sperm. Something inside me had woken up with that kiss of Matt's cock and I struggled to understand the how and why of it. Like tasting a forbidden fruit, I'd done something new. I'd given a student, a boy I'd known less than a full month, something I'd denied my own husband. Why did that thought spark a tingle in my cum-filled belly?
It didn't seem very fair and I tried to push those thoughts from my head as I reached my classroom. I didn't want to go in, but I had to and the idea of getting in more trouble – of having my legs bound to the spreader – was something I didn't even want to imagine. So it was with some reluctance that I bent over and tried to turn the doorknob with my bound left hand.
Slap!
"Oh!" I gasped with surprise at the sting of being spanked on my bare butt. I looked over my shoulder and widened my eyes at the grin on Todd Lowry's handsome face.
"Need a hand, June?" he asked, reaching for my excited pussy and sliding his fingers along my slit and over the soft pucker of my asshole.
"Stop it!" I said, nearly giving myself whiplash as I tried to slap his hand away. "I'm still a teacher!"
"Shit," he snorted. "You're naked in school, June. Who are you tryin' to fool?"
"Don't call me that," I warned him, standing up straight and twisting my hips as the 18-year-old senior reached for my ass again. "My name is Mrs. Trotter. Got it?"
"Oh yeah." Todd nodded slowly, licking his lips as he let his eyes travel down my body. "Hotter Trotter, I got it."
"Why aren't you in class?" I asked, but he only stepped closer, putting his hands on my hips and drawing me easily against his chest.
The boy wasn't a boy at all, but a full grown man and his brown eyes were shining with amused desire. His black curled around his ears and collar and he needed a shave as well as a haircut. He'd been teasing for a month, since the first day of school, and now Todd had decided to do more than just that. I felt his fingers digging into my flesh and my nipples flashed hot and cold as they pressed against the cotton of his t-shirt.
I had to look up to see his face and Todd seemed so much larger than me. He had a broad, muscular chest and narrow hips, and thick thighs stretching the faded denim of his jeans. He had a noticeable bulge too, the crotch pushed outward by the generous lump of coiled manhood aching for release. Todd pulled me tightly against it and I jerked my arms uselessly, frowning into his face and demanding that he stop.
"Let me go! I'll report this," I told him. "Do you want to get suspended?"
"I just want to kiss you, June. That's a reasonable request, right?"
"No! No…Let me go! Stop!"
"You told Jenny she had to let the boys kiss her," Todd reminded me. "She didn't want to, but you made her do it. Remember?"
"That was different! Ugh!" I grunted as I tried to get away, but he was too strong and his hands found my ass. "Todd! I'm not kidding!"
"Me neither," he breathed across my lips just before covering them with his own.
"Mmmph!" I felt his tongue forcing its way into my mouth, his hands kneading the firm, round cheeks of my ass.
I clenched my hands into fists and waved my elbows around like a wounded bird, hitting his powerful biceps and getting nothing like the reaction I'd hoped for. Todd didn't even seem to notice my struggles and I felt the temptation to bite his tongue, but I wouldn't hurt him. I couldn't. Even as a child when I'd gotten angry enough to want to hit someone, I never had. There was a switch inside me, a circuit breaker that would trip, and I'd always surrendered…Just as I had to surrender this time.
I stopped trying to squirm from Todd's grasp and relaxed my fingers and arms. I let my tongue lie still beneath his and felt my eyes welling up with tears. My tummy churned and my knees shook. A shiver went up my spine as the boy explored my vulnerable mouth, pulling the plump mound of my sex against his crotch. I didn't have to kiss him back, I told myself. I'd be limp and lifeless as a rag doll until Todd grew bored with me. I had to let him kiss me; he'd been right about that. I'd threatened Jennifer with the collar a week previously if she didn't agree to let her classmates kiss her. I'd made some excuse about it being for her own good and now I regretted those words.
And he did kiss me! Todd's lips were soft against mine; his tongue felt thick and manly as it caressed my own, coaxing me to return his lust filled attentions. My heart beat wildly as I struggled with the guilt and shame of letting another man kiss me. My only consolation came from knowing that I had no choice in the matter. I was naked in school and being kissed by a boy definitely fell in the reasonable category. I could complain to another teacher, bring it up with Principal Steinway if I wanted, but in the end I'd only appear even more foolish. My ego would get spanked and I'd gain no sympathy from my students, but only lose what little respect I still possessed.
Todd's right hand moved up my hip and slender waist. He found my breast and squeezed it gently, holding my firm flesh cupped in his palm and rubbing my turgid nipple with his thumb. I gasped into hi mouth and arched my back with a rush of pleasure. I felt dazed, almost drunk as I wriggled my tongue against his. My knees weakened and found his leg between my thighs and the cool denim pressed against my naked vulva as he gave me something to lean on. I began rocking my hips, grinding my pussy against him. My clitoris fairly screamed with tension and I felt the walls of my vagina clasping against the emptiness inside me.
"I wanna fuck you so bad," Todd breathed into my mouth and I whimpered with agreement. I couldn't think straight any longer and I felt an orgasm building deep in my tummy.
"Oh! Mrs. Trotter!" The door to my classroom opened suddenly and Melody stood there with her eyes wide and her mouth open.
Another of my pregnant students, she must have been nearly eight months along, but her tummy wasn't quite so large as Heather's. Melody had slim build anyway and being only fifteen might have helped too, I wasn't sure. She liked to wear over-sized t-shirts, those Sleepy-T's with Tinkerbell and Minnie Mouse on them, and loose sandals on her feet. Her breasts were fat with milk as well, but she wore a nursing bra and that helped contain the inevitable spillage.
"Don't…" Todd whispered as I forced myself away from him. He wasn't holding me, but more cradling me by then, and I stepped backwards on rubbery legs as I tried to catch my breath.
"I was just, um…gonna go to the bathroom," Melody said, pointing her finger down the hall. Her pretty face broke into a grin. "You guys were making out?"
"N-No…" I groaned, giving Todd a look of resentment and regret. "Use the bathroom. Go on."
As she started walking down the hallway, giggling at me over her shoulder, I entered the classroom and closed the door on Todd's unhappy face. He'd almost gotten away with it, I realized; if it hadn't been for Melody, who knows what I might have let the boy do to me?
I felt fresh stains cooling on my thighs and I'd grown very wet very quickly while we'd kissed. I imagined Todd's jeans had a nice spot on the left thigh that stank of my arousal. It served him right and I hoped it would embarrass him as much as it embarrassed me, but I had serious doubts about that. He'd kissed me long and deep, played with my ass and massaged my breast…I'd known boys like him before and I was sure Todd wouldn't feel anything but eager to try again.
"Everyone back in your seats," I said and I would have clapped my hands if I could have.
My face felt as warm as it probably looked and my heart wasn't slowing down as I had to deal with another two dozen teenagers. These were the kids who hadn't taken health class the year before, either because they'd transferred into the school district from someplace else, they'd failed it, or the available classes had been filled. Whatever the reason, I had a room full of tenth graders who probably knew more about sex and making babies than they needed to probably. But I still had to teach them and now I couldn't even write the topic title on the whiteboard behind me!
"We're on page 23 today," I said, avoiding their stares and trying to be brusque and professional, and not give them a chance to ask a lot of questions about me.
"Uh…Mrs. Trotter?"
"Gary?" I looked up from my desk and I hadn't quite figured out how to open my lesson plan without looking like an idiot. "What is it?"
"You're naked in school, right?" the boy asked with a grin and he was one of the class clowns.
"Duh!" Donnie, the other clown, laughed. "Wanna borrow my glasses, dude?"
"I'm naked in school this week," I agreed with a sigh. "But let's ignore that for now and…"
"So, um…" Gary licked his lips and I felt his eyes crawling over my skin from a dozen feet away. "Does that mean you gotta do stuff? Like…Can I check out your pussy?"
"Oh! Dude!" Donnie laughed and the rest of the class giggled nervously at Gary's bold recklessness.
"You could," I answered slowly, wishing I knew how to stop blushing so furiously, "if I wasn't busy doing my job. Now open your textbook and read the first section aloud, please."
"Yeah, but…" Gary shrugged "…being naked is kinda your job too, right? So if I wanna finger your pussy, you gotta let me."
"Shut-up!" Marcie Bennett rolled her big green eyes. "You're such a child sometimes!"
"I fingered you though!" he retorted.
"And that's all you did!" she said with a laugh.
"Like you know who the daddy is?" Donnie teased her and I'd learned that Marcie had given birth to a baby boy two weeks before school had started.
"I know it isn't you!" she retorted.
"Why?" he asked. "Is your baby black?"
"No," she said with a sweet smile. "He's got a big dick!"
"Oh man!" Gary laughed along with the rest of the class. "Marcie got you, man!"
Donnie, like nearly all of the kids in Cotton Falls, was Caucasian. There were very few minorities in the town, but not for any particular reason. It's just the way it was and nobody really cared one way or the other about it. The few black kids we had, and the odd Hispanic and oriental student, got along fine and that had been another reason I'd been interested in the school and the community.
"Enough," I told them. "Gary, start reading."
The class calmed down to whispers while the boy read the first few paragraphs aloud. I couldn't really do anything about that either. The kids just had to talk to each other, sharing their opinions about my naked body and whatever else. I ignored their soft giggles and curious looks, and lusty stares from some of the boys. That too was unavoidable and a juvenile voice in the back of my mind wondered how many of my male students had erections because of me. It wasn't a thought I particular wanted, but I have to admit that it did give me pleasure to know they found me attractive.
"Mmmmm…" One of the boys held up his hand and hummed to get my attention after Gary had finished.
"Yes, Roger?"
"I heard you showed the other class where your Volvo thing is…"
"It's in her garage," someone said with a laugh.
"It's called a vulva," I corrected Roger in a loud voice, fighting the blush in my cheeks.
"I'd like to park something inside her!" another boy replied and I frowned at the class.
"Yeah, vulva. Okay," Roger said with a nod. "Can we see it too, or what?"
"Uh…" I cleared my throat and I wasn't going to lie down on my desk again!
"Is that the hairy part?" Donnie wondered and I honestly couldn't tell if he was teasing me or not, but it embarrassed me either way.
"Hairy Trotter!" Gary said loudly, looking around the room as he laughed.
"You should try shaving," Monica Jameson said and several of her friends nodded in agreement. "It would look a lot nicer."
"Feel better too," Polly told me with a sincere smile.
"Maybe," I said with a shrug. "I'll think about it. Let's get back to the…"
"I got my shaving stuff with me," Robin said, lifting a pink gym bag off the floor. She was six months pregnant and liked to keep a lot of snacks handy…and toiletries, apparently.
Monica and Polly both lit up with smiles at that news. Those three girls were best friends and the rumor was that they were openly lesbian, despite Robin's obvious condition. I didn't pay much attention to gossip and hadn't noticed anything out of the ordinary, but I probably wouldn't know a lesbian until one bit me either.
Anyway, they'd apparently formed their own little shaved pussy club and didn't seem particularly shy about it at least, but they'd all done their turns in the NIS Program the year before. I have to admit that whatever else Naked in School might be, it certainly gave most girls real confidence in their bodies. Of course, sixteen year olds tend to be very cute anyway and they weren't an exception. Not even Robin, who liked inviting her female classmates to rub her tummy.
"Do you want us to shave you?" Monica asked. "All we need is a little water."
"Yeah! You'll love it, I swear!" Polly said, giggling as Robin unzipped her bag and started digging through it.
"Shaving's pretty nice," Robin told no one in particular, "but getting shaved is better!"
"Much!" Monica nodded with a grin. "We like to shave each other."
"So you don't have to worry," Polly added. "We're like experts!"
"Oh, I don't think we have time…" I said, blinking as Robin produced a can of shaving cream and then a woman's razor, the same kind I used to shave my legs and underarms with.
The classroom had become louder as everyone talked about shaving or being shaved. Some of the other girls wanted to know if it would hurt or not. The boys looked at each other and grinned a lot, asking Monica and her friends for a peek at their shaved pussies. I blinked when Polly stood up with a giggle, unbuttoned the red hipsters she wore, and pulled the front of her panties down far enough to prove she was shaven smooth.
"See? It looks nice, huh?" she asked, turning with her plump pubis exposed completely.
I could see the small knot of flesh at the top of Polly's pink slit and I thought she looked like a twelve year old. She wasn't over developed anyway, not like some of her classmates, having small breasts and a rather petite body. The girl was undeniably cute though, especially when she laughed, and Polly wasn't shy at all as she invited several of the boys to touch her skin.
"Hey! No fingering!" she giggled, jerking her hips away from Donnie as he'd slipped his middle finger downward, along the tight cleft of Polly's pussy.
"Are you gonna do it, Mrs. Trotter?" Melody asked, having returned from the bathroom some while before.
"Yeah! Do it, Mrs. Trotter!" … "Show us how!" … "Go for it!"
For several minutes I could only stand in front of my class blushing as the kids tried to convince me to shave my pussy. The strange thing was that school had become fun again. I'd actually relaxed for a little while, almost forgetting my situation as I'd let my students enjoy themselves. They don't teach it at college, but I'd learned that once in awhile it was good to open the class up and allow them to talk amongst themselves. So long as the atmosphere remained friendly and they didn't wander too far from the subject at hand, it made school interesting.
"Come on!" Monica said with a smile. "Everybody wants to know how to do it."
"It's part of health class anyway," Polly shrugged. "Isn't it?"
"All we need is some water," Robin told us and Marcie held up a plastic bottle of mineral water.
"Fresh from the drinking fountain!" she said with a grin and several other students had bottles of their own.
"I guess, um…Yeah." I laughed nervously buckling under the pressure of their enthusiasm. "Okay. I'll try it, but…Who's going to…"
"Me!" Monica decided. "This is gonna be so cool. You're gonna love it."
"Just sit on your desk, Mrs. Trotter," Polly suggested and I experienced a strange sense of déjà vu.
"Put a towel under her butt or something!" someone said.
"I've only got one towel," Robin replied. She held up the one she'd packed in her gym bag along with a bunch of Twinkies, a jar of pickles, and who knows what all else. She liked to dunk the Twinkies in the pickle juice, much to everyone's amusement.
"It'll be messy," Polly said with a frown. "Give me your sweatshirt."
"What?" Charlie Whitman blinked at her.
"Mrs. Trotter needs to sit on something," she told him.
"She can sit on my face!" Gary whispered loudly and Donnie nodded, but I ignored him.
"That's okay," I offered, not wanting to ruin anyone's clothes. "I can just, um…"
"She can sit on my dick too," Donnie replied and I gave him a stern, red-faced frown.
There really wasn't another solution though and Charlie surrendered his Chicago Bears sweatshirt with a chunky grin. He was a rather large boy and must have liked his sweatshirt a lot, but couldn't argue with three girls and he wanted to help anyway.
"I'll wash it for you tonight," I promised him as Robin spread the sweatshirt near the edge of my desk.
"Spread your legs," Polly told me, holding the bottle of water and getting ready to pour some over my pussy.
"Look at her clit!" Marcie said and I really didn't want to go through the same experience I'd had earlier.
The students had gathered around me, of course, and Monica had pulled up a chair so she could sit between my wide-spread knees. My sex was completely exposed, of course, and after being excited all morning long, every part of my vulva looked dark and swollen. My clitoris throbbed and I'd almost grown used to that constant, relentless sensation. It must have been nearly an inch long, pink and pointing outward like a tiny penis. The skin around it felt tight, and looked tight as well, and I prayed no one would flick it the way Petra had.
My labia were swollen as well. My long, fat pussy lips had become distended the way they do when I get aroused, and they glistened with the wetness leaking from my pussy. They were sticky and clinging together to form a long, uneven crease and only near the bottom of my slit did my labia part ways to reveal the small, pink hole leading to my womb. Every part of me was revealed as the fine, golden hair that grew around my sex hid nothing from the eyes of my students.
I felt uncomfortable sitting like that, but most of the shame I'd felt earlier had disappeared. I guess a person gets used to anything eventually and I knew I had nothing to be ashamed of anyway. Half the people on the planet have a pussy and perhaps the way Robin hadn't hesitated to show hers off had helped me somehow. If a teenage girl could be so comfortable with her body, why couldn't I? But it still wasn't easy to sit there. I hadn't forgotten my husband at all and I felt guilty knowing I would have refused to do this for him in the privacy of our bedroom. It made me feel foolish in a way and that led to a sense of shame that I probably deserved.
"You've got a pretty pussy, Mrs. Trotter," Polly told me as she tilted the plastic bottle and I gasped loudly as the cold water splashed over my clitoris.
"Oh! God!" I jerked and tried to close my legs, only to find Monica sitting in the way and I squeezed her body between my knees.
"Wow!" Robin giggled. "Sensitive!"
"Oops!" Polly grinned as she continued to pour and I felt Monica's fingers on my pussy, stroking my burning flesh beneath the water.
"N-No…Stop!" I breathed, rocking my hips and trying to get away from the orgasm threatening to explode within me.
"It's okay," Monica whispered. "I know how to do it…Just relax…Shhhh…"
The girl rubbed two fingers up and down my slit, working my plump labia between them and finally slipping her middle finger inside my pussy. Her thumb found my clit, rubbing it from side to side and I hunched my hips against the intense pleasure it gave me. Everything seemed to be happening so fast. I'd been calm and relaxed, but now I could barely catch my breath. I wanted her to stop, or rub me harder, or finger me deeper, or…something!
"P-Please! Ah!" I gasped again, shivering as Monica curled her finger inside me and found someplace soft and much too sensitive.
"Grab her legs!" Monica said, leaning closer so she could kiss my pussy.
"Oh God!" I groaned loudly as Polly and Robin pulled my legs wide apart and Monica's lips closed around my clitoris, pinching it tightly.
I couldn't sit up any longer and without being able to use my arms, I fell backwards across my desk. I was cumming! My pussy spasmed around the girl's finger as cum squirted across Monica's face like lemon juice. I shook with a rush of hot adrenaline, twisting my body as I fought the restraints on my wrists. I wanted to touch myself all over. My tits ached and my tummy quivered. I tried to close my legs again, but the girls held me open, stroking my thighs and giggling happily at my helpless state.
"Eat her out, Monica!" Robin said. "Suck her pussy!"
"Make her cum again!" Polly agreed. "Don't let her stop!"
Monica didn't even slow down as she replaced her finger with her mouth. The teenage girl pulled my cum soaked labia into her mouth and chewed them like bubblegum, nibbling and biting my fat pussy lips, sucking them eagerly as her upper lip and nose teased my clitoris mercilessly. She stiffened her tongue and thrust it inside me, wriggling it around as if French kissing my sex. Monica swallowed noisily while her classmates watched and whispered, giggling and urging her to make me cum again…as if I already wasn't? God! My orgasms never stopped. They just rolled over me in waves, one after another.
"Fuck this!" I heard Gary say and that made no sense at all until the boy pushed his hard cock into my mouth.
I lay lengthwise across my desk with my butt on the edge, but it wasn't quite long enough and my head fell off the opposite side. The world was upside down and all I could see was a hairy, teenage scrotum hanging bare inches from my eyes. Gary had pulled his pants and underwear down around his knees and with my head tilted, he had a straight shot into my open throat. The boy fucked my face with his hands holding me steady. I watched his balls coming closer until they settled over my nose and eyes, his cockhead stretching my throat for a long heartbeat. I gasped for air and he did it again, sliding his cock back and forth, finding a quick, easy rhythm that worked for both of us.
Someone else began kissing my left breast, tugging my arm out of the way with only small discomfort. The sensation of having my nipple pinched, suckled, and nibbled felt too good to be true. Another mouth found my right breast and started doing the same thing. My students were removing my shoes and it took me a moment to realize it. Everything confused me, nothing made sense as my senses were overloaded with stimulation. I felt something tickling my left foot and I slowly figured out that it had to be a boy's hard penis. Two boys as my right foot slid along the hot, hard shaft of someone's erection. They were using my feet to jerk off with and I might have giggled if I hadn't been busy trying to breathe around the cock in my mouth,
"My turn! Hurry up!" I heard Polly saying and I offered my students a low, frustrated moan as Monica pulled her mouth of my pussy.
Thankfully, Polly quickly shoved her tongue between my labia and she liked to rub my clit while she ate me out. I humped my crotch against her face as another orgasm ripped through my body. Cum flooded out of me and into the girl's mouth and as a reward, Polly pinched my clit so hard that I saw stars. Tears flooded my eyes and the pain made no sense at all because it felt wonderful. My clitoris screamed with pleasure and I would have too if Gary hadn't decided to loose his hot semen into my mouth suddenly.
I choked on the salty juice pumping across the roof of my mouth and tried to swallow, but most of it spurted from my lips and around the shaft of his cock. The stuff spilled into my eyes with a stinging sensation that made me blink rapidly as they began to water. His cum dripped onto the floor and into my hair. When he pulled his cock from my bruised lips I tried to shake my head, but Donnie was right there to feed me his chubby penis and I had no choice. I couldn't have refused him if I'd wanted to; all I could do was open wide and let him fuck my mouth until he came.
He didn't last long, none of the boys did, and I had no idea how many used me that way. At least four or five, perhaps as many as seven or eight. I couldn't count them. I couldn't keep track of anything. Polly had sucked me off to several amazing orgasms before letting Robin have her turn. She sucked my clit and fucked my pussy with two, three, and finally all four of her fingers. She wanted to get her thumb inside me too and I could hear her complaining because my pussy was too tight. Someone had cum on my foot, the right one, and I could feel the semen squishing between my toes.
I had hickeys on my breasts, a number of them, although I didn't realize it yet. All I knew was how good it felt to be kissed there and I knew my students were taking turns. I could hear them complaining impatiently as they waited to fuck my mouth or suck my nipples or lick my pussy. Some of the boys wanted to fuck me and I could hear them plainly, but I had three guardian angels in Monica, Polly, and Robin. They weren't going to give up my pussy for anyone except each other and I suppose I should have been grateful for that. Part of me wouldn't have minded though; having a nice, hard cock driving into my pussy would have made everything perfect.
They'd had me for little more than half an hour, my tenth grade Health class, helpless and at their mercy. It had seemed like 30 seconds to me, but I'd swallowed a lot of boy cum and even more of it covered my face. I'd cum a dozen times, monster cums, I mean; I couldn't count the smaller orgasms I'd had in between. I felt exhausted and when the bell rang and the kids reluctantly let me go, all I could do was lay there gasping for air. They scrambled to straighten their clothes and I only slowly realized that I hadn't been the only naked girl in the room.
Marcie, Melody, and a girl named Loren had all gotten naked and let some of the boys fuck them. They'd probably let Monica and her friends have some fun as well. I had no idea what had been going on around me, but I heard Melody asking if anyone had a panty liner she could borrow. I caught a glimpse of her pregnant tummy spattered with semen, but she must have had a lot between her thighs as well.
I turned my head to see Marcie pulling up her baby blue panties and frowning at the cum glistening on her smallish breasts. Someone had jerked off on the girl or something and she wiped a blob of semen off her flushed skin and flicked it onto the floor. Marcie had some Kleenex and used a wad of tissue to soak up the juices leaking from her raw, gaping pussy.
Loren lay across her desk, on her tummy with her legs spread wide and cum leaking from her puffy anus. That made me blink, especially since the attractive brunette looked utterly happy with a dreamy smile and half-lidded eyes. She must have been cumming, I realized, while some boy had fucked her ass. I couldn't even imagine such a thing could possibly feel good. It seemed surreal to me, the whole thing, and thought I must be on drugs.
I closed my eyes, taking slow deep breaths as I fell from my post-orgasmic high. I felt drunk and giggled at the idea of having an orgy in the middle of school. That's what it had been though; I had little doubt of that. At least four naked girls, one of them pregnant, and their teacher all having sex? Wild, crazy sex made even more reckless because they'd known our time was short. The only good news was that I had an hour all to myself. Half the school would have lunch from 11-12 and normally I'd go to the faculty lounge and eat my usual yogurt, catch up on the papers I needed to grade, and just relax.
But I couldn't even imagine being so normal and I really didn't want to move anyway.