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This is a revised version of the story that I published on Smashword starting back in 2014. It is rewritten with much-added material. However, I did have to age up some of the characters so no one is underage in this version.

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Friday, September 6th, 2013 – Polly Corra – Parkland, WA

“Today’s lesson is on Pythagorean theorem,” I announced, writing on the whiteboard with a black, dry erase marker after the bell rang, starting my first class of the day where I taught math at Washington College. “Who knows what—”

A strangled moan, rising in my throat, cut off my words. My eyes widened. The vibrator in my pussy, held in place by my satin panties, hummed to life. It buzzed at its lowest setting, teasing me. A ripple of heat washed out of my cunt and through my body.

I shook my head, struggling to gather my thoughts. “So, um, who knows… what it’s, uh… what it’s used for?”

Mr. Damien Fairburn smirked from his seat in the last row of the class, leaning back in his chair. Miss Missy Sullivan had scooted her desk right next to his, something students weren’t supposed to do. But they were my Masters, so I could hardly tell them not to do it. Miss Sullivan leaned over and whispered in Mr. Fairburn’s ear. I gasped as the vibrator clicked up to setting two.

A wonderful sensation filled my pussy. Ripples of delight washed through my body as I stood before my class of eighteen- and nineteen-year-old students. I licked my lips, my heart pounding as my cunt drank in the wicked sensations.

The vibrator was one of Miss Sam Soun’s devilish devices, enchanted by the naughty servant of the Living Gods. Mr. Fairburn was attuned to it and controlled the toy with his mind, willing it to vibrate at a thought.

He wanted to play a game with me today.

“Anyone?” I repeated, struggling to focus on my lesson.

It was hard to pay attention as the vibrator churned my pussy into frothy wonder. Ripples of delight washed out of my cunt. I barely noticed Miss Brentwood’s hand shooting up into the air. She waved it back and forth as I squirmed. My eyes flitted to the prissy, blonde girl wearing a conservative blouse and long, black skirt.

“Yes, Miss Brentwood,” I said, trying my best to keep my passion out of my voice. It was so hard. So much delight rushed through me.

“It’s used to find the lengths of right angle triangles,” she stated proudly. She had a perky eagerness to please that surprised me she was in Math 82, taking a high school level class at college.

My two Masters, despite how much I loved serving them, did not surprise me that they were in this class.

“That is correct, Miss Brentwood,” I said, my cheeks burning bright.

I turned around and wrote a²+b²=c² on the whiteboard. I focused hard, trying not to enjoy how much the vibrator buzzed away inside of me as I drew a right-angle triangle next to the formula. I labeled the three sides of the shape with a, b, and c.

“Pythagorean theorem states that the hypotenuses of the triangle”—I pointed to the long side labeled c—“length squared is equal to the two right angle sides squared.” I motioned to sides A and B.

The vibrator kicked up a notch.

A moan burst from my lips. I leaned against the whiteboard as the pleasure assaulted my cunt. I grit my teeth as I struggled to control myself. My pussy wanted to cum so badly. The class shifted as I turned around, face burning.

Miss Sullivan wickedly giggled in the back, drawing my attention. Her right hand lowered beneath the table, moving to Mr. Fairburn’s lap. A smile grew on his lips as her arm moved with a rhythmic motion. Then Miss Sullivan pulled out her phone and held it up so they could both look at it.

I frowned at that, almost forgetting the vibrator, and the lesson I was supposed to be teaching, as I pondered what they were gazing at. Porn? Then remembered that at this present moment their other sex slave, Miss Dawn Cooper, was streaming some sort of sex show from the boy’s restroom.

Miss Sullivan loved forcing Miss Cooper to do humiliating things.

“Are you okay, Mrs. Corra?” Miss Brentwood asked, concern painting her face.

“I’m fine,” I answered, wiping at the sweat bursting out on my brow.

My juices soaked through my panties and my tart arousal perfumed the air. I shuddered, wanting to fan my face. My breasts rose and fell. I became aware of many of they young men staring avidly at my chest. I had large breasts and, at my Master’s orders, I wasn’t wearing a bra. My nipples prominently pressed against the thin, cotton of my blouse. As I moved, my breasts swayed while my nipples rubbed across the fabric, adding to the heat building in my pussy.

“So if a=3 and b=4, what would side c equal to?” I asked, trying to ignore the vibrator, fighting the urge to surrender to the passion churning up my cunt.

They boys were too distracted by my tits to answer and the girls all gave me blank looks. Only Miss Brentwood worked on the problem, her pencil scratching at her paper, her forehead furrowed with the intensity of her work.

“Oh, my god,” Miss Sullivan suddenly gasped. “She’s got a cock in her mouth and cunt!”

The entire class whipped their heads around to gape at the strawberry-blonde-haired girl. Miss Sullivan quivered in the back, her lithe body squirming the way I wanted to. It was clear she was watching something naughty on her phone.

“Miss Cora,” Miss Brentwood said. She stared at me, eyes pleading while a crimson flush crossed her fare cheeks. “Can you… do anything? About them?”

Everyone in the class, at the school, knew that Miss Sullivan was the younger sister to the Living Goddess. Though not everyone believed in Mr. and Mrs. Glassner’s divinity, they understood the Glassners were not to be defied. Miss Sullivan also knew it, parading around surrounded by her bodyguards with the knowledge that her sister’s full power was behind her.

“Just ignore them, class,” I said as I moved to my desk. “Now, has anyone—”

The vibrator kicked up to its middle setting. I stumbled and grasped the edge of my desk, struggling to keep from moaning. The sudden assault triggered a small orgasm in me. My pussy rippled about the buzzing toy. I whimpered as the pleasure washed through my body.

I felt that the entire class, especially the boys with their hungry eyes, was staring at me as my orgasm overwhelmed me. Their presence intensified the rapture the buzzing toy gave me. I quivered, under assault from the rapturous toy.

“Shoot,” I groaned and doubled over, clutching at the desk to keep from losing my balance.

My tits were practically falling out of my blouse, and the entire class could see down my top. My tits swayed, and I knew they were catching glimpses of my pink nipples. I was on display for them, an object for them to stare at.

“Miss Cora!” Miss Brentwood gasped as I swayed, my large tits jiggling more, my nipples rubbing against the fabric.

“Oh, no,” I groaned, my voice throaty, my eyes fluttering around the classroom.

Lust shined in my students eyes. Hardons bulged in the boy’s pants, and girls shifted in their seats, thighs whisking together as their pussies soaked their panties. I bit my lip, wanting to maintain some decorum before my students. But it was impossible as the pleasure surged through me, my pussy drinking in the buzzing rapture.

Mr. Fairburn and Miss Sullivan smiled at me, delighting in the sight of me orgasming. The pleasure kept quaking through my body. I couldn’t contain my passion any longer. I let out a long, low moan. I wanted to keep battling to maintain my dignity, but I couldn’t. Not with the ecstasy flowing through me. I kept cumming harder and harder and…

Why should I fight this? My Master wanted me cumming.

I surrendered to the passion. I was free.

It didn’t matter that I was climaxing in front of my class of college students, it just mattered that I was bursting with pleasure. I didn’t fight my orgasm. I embraced it. I threw back my head and ripped out the bobby pins out of my hair. As I cried out in orgasmic rapture, my my lush, curly hair fell about my shoulders.

“Oh, my fucking gods, yes!” I howled as my pussy convulsed so hard about the toy, the pleasure slamming into my mind. It was amazing. I never wanted—

The vibrator stopped humming.

The class went silent. My students all stared at me in shock or amazement at me. A few of the boys licked their lips, leaning closer as I panted, my orgasm dying along with the buzzing toy. I drew in a shuddering breath, my entire body trembling from the rapture.

“Well,” I said, standing up straight. I blinked and let out a little pleased sigh. My hands adjusted my clothing and pushed my hair out of my face. “That was… interesting.”

Mr. Fairburn winked at me from the back of the classroom.

I winked back at him

“So, um, who knows the answer to the problem?” I asked as if nothing had happened. As if my class hadn’t witnessed me orgasm before them.

“Um, c=5,” Miss Brentwood answered, her voice brittle.

“Correct,” I said, still breathless. I felt so flush and light. I could just float out of here. My pussy clenched down on the vibrator, thankful for all that joy. I perched on the edge of my desk, my short skirt riding up to show the tops of my thigh-high stockings and the straps of my garter belt. “Why don’t you write your solution out on the whiteboard, Miss Brentwood?”

“Okay.” She swallowed and half-rose, pushing up on her desk’s surface with her hands. Then she froze, a hesitating shudder rippling through her as she stared at me. Then she pushed herself upright and scurried to the whiteboard.

She talked as she wrote out her math, saying, “Well, the square of 3 is 9, and the square of 4 is16.”

A wet, smacking noise filled the classroom. My eyes drifted to the back, a smile creeping up my lips. Miss Sullivan and Mr. Fairburn were vigorously making out. Mr. Fairburn’s hand had slipped under her blouse and was clearly groping her budding breasts.

I licked my lips, envious of Miss Sullivan while my own nipple tingled.

I loved Mr. Fairburn, so I always felt a little jealous when my Master was with another woman. I tried not to be, reminding myself that I was his slave not his lover. I had to serve him. The God’s words resonated in my mind. When Mr. Glassner spoke to me and revealed that my student, Damien, was also my Master and that I loved him, it had utterly transformed me. It was why I quit my job teaching high school, where I taught my Master for three years, to be here for his first year of college.

“So I then added 9+16 and got 25,” Miss Brentwood continued. “Then… Oh, my gosh! Mrs. Corra, they shouldn’t be doing that!”

I waved my hand. “Just keep solving the problem, Miss Brentwood.”

Mr. Fairburn broke the kiss and whispered something in Miss Sullivan’s ear. She grinned back at her boyfriend and nodded her head. The lithe girl straddled Mr. Fairburn’s lap with his ease. His hands cupped her ass through her short skirt.

All the eyes in the room were on my Masters except the prissy Miss Brentwood.

“All I had to do next was find the square root of 25, which is 5 and—”

“Oh, Damien, yes!” Miss Sullivan moaned, her hips bouncing up and down on his lap, clearing riding his cock.

A summer spent in Mr. and Mrs. Glassner’s neighborhood—full of horny bodyguards and sluts, and let’s not forget Dr. Willow WolfTail’s insatiable nurses; a place where casual sex abounded—had warped my Masters’ sense of appropriateness. The two reveled in the perversity. Almost any woman living in the neighborhood were available to satisfy any desires the two had.

“I love your pussy,” Mr. Fairburn moaned between kisses. Her naked ass flashed as she rose up and down his cock, her skirt bouncing and flaring. He kneaded her naked rump as she squealed her delight.

“Such an amazing cock!” whimpered Missy. “Ooh, I’m going to cum so hard, Damien!”

“Why aren’t you doing anything?” demanded Miss Brentwood.

“Shut up!” Mr. Cleveland shouted. The bulky linebacker stared with hunger at Miss Sullivan’s ass. “Don’t ruin the show.”

“This is wrong!” Miss Brentwood actually stamped her foot as she stared at me. “Mrs. Corra, what is wrong with you? This is unacceptable behavior!”

She was getting on my nerves. I glanced at my Masters. Over Miss Sullivan’s shoulder, Mr. Fairburn nodded to me. A wave of lust shot through me. My pussy clenched down on the vibrator. I groaned in my frustration, wishing it buzzed inside of me, distracting me from my uptight student.

“Miss Brentwood, you sit down right this instant and stop causing a disruption in my classroom!” I snapped at her.

The prissy girl blinked at me. “What? I’m the one causing a disturbance?”

“Yes, you are,” I said, giving her a stern look. “Now you sit back down and stop causing a problem.”

The look of shock on her face made me shiver. A naughty tingle went through me. “No! I’m going to go to the administration office and tell them what sort of behavior you find acceptable!”

She whirled to leave.

“Now I have had enough of your insolence!” I snagged her arm.

“Hey!” she shrieked, glaring at me. “Let go of me right now!”

“No,” I growled, keeping a firm grip on her. I hauled her over to my desk. “It’s time for you to be disciplined.”

Her jaw dropped. “What?”

She shook her head in disbelief as I shoved her against my desk. I grabbed her left shoulder with my other hand and struggled to bend her over my desk. She squirmed in my arms, resisting. A stack of papers crashed to the floor and spilled across it.

“Help! Help!” she shouted. “Someone! She’s hurting me!”

“Ooh,” Miss Sullivan moaned. She looked over her shoulder, her pace slowing as she worked her pussy up and down my Master’s cunt. “Give her a good spanking, Mrs. Corra! She deserves it for interrupting our pleasure!”

“I plan on it, Miss Sullivan,” I answered. Then I growled in annoyance as the prissy thing kept thrashing and squirming. “Now stop struggling, Miss Brentwood. You’re just making your punishment worse!”

“Help me!” she screamed. Tears rolled down her cheeks. “Why aren’t any of you helping me?”

The door opened and a bodyguard with a light-brown face stuck her head in. She wore a choker about her neck naming her 02. “Is everything all right in here?” Concern twisted 02’s face. “Do you need help?”

“Yes! I need help!” Mrs. Brentwood shouted at the sluttily dressed bodyguard. Like all the hot cops who served the Living Gods, 02 wore a porno parody of a cop’s uniform, a plunging neckline to show off her tits and a skirt so short that it threatened to flash her cunt if it rode up a half an inch. “She’s assaulting me, Officer! Help!”

“I could use some help disciplining this student,” I said, ignoring the struggling girl.

02 glanced at the back of the room. Miss Sullivan and Mr. Fairburn had changed positions. She was bent over the desk now while he plowed her from behind. He thrust hard into her, rapture twisting across her elfin face.

“Help her,” Miss Sullivan commanded the bodyguard.

“Of course, Ma’am,” 02 answered. She strode across the classroom, her perky tits about to spill out of her half-unbuttoned, navy-blue blouse.

“Thank god!” Miss Brentwood said. “Stop her from doing this.”

I nodded to 02 as she moved around me and grabbed the struggling girl’s wrists. With a hard yank, the bodyguard bent Miss Brentwood over my desk. Then 02 planted her right hand into the girl’s back between her shoulder blades, pinning her in place.

“What?” Miss Brentwood gasped. “Why are you doing this?”

“Stop resisting, or I’ll handcuff you,” 02 threatened in her cops voice. She was a former Lynwood Police Officer before Mr. and Mrs. Glassner conscripted her as a bodyguard. The police belt, with all the cop accessories from her handgun to her handcuffs, she wore was very real.

Miss Brentwood gave a frightened squeak and went still.

“Good,” I said, breathing heavily, my pussy clenched around the vibrator.

“Oh, my God, Damien,” Miss Sullivan panted, the only sounds in the classroom now. “Oh, my God! Fuck me!”

“God, you got such a tight pussy, Missy.”

I ignored my masters and looked down at Miss Brentwood. “Now you can’t be disrupting class like that, you understand?”

“But what about them?” she pleaded. “They’re having sex.”

I tutted in annoyance. “Miss Sullivan is the sister of a Goddess. She’s practically divine herself. And Mr. Fairburn is her chosen consort. So I can hardly tell them not to do anything.”

“Fuck, fuck!” moaned Mr. Fairburn. “Oh, Missy! I’m going to flood you with cum!”

“But you, Miss Brentwood, are neither a Goddess nor related to one.” I arched an eyebrow at her. “So what gives you the right to disrupt my class?”

She swallowed, squirming. “Well…”

“I’m waiting for your explanation on why you, a normal girl, can disrupt my classroom?”

“I don’t have one, Miss Cora,” she answered. “I’m sorry.”

“Good,” I smiled. I snagged the hem of her long, black skirt and pulled it up her thighs, exposing her pale legs.

She struggled again as I revealed her panty-clad ass. “What are you doing? You can’t do that!”

“I’m disciplining you,” I said. “Surely you’ve been spanked before?”

“B-but I’m eighteen. You can’t spank me.”

02 glanced at my Mistress and asked, “Can your slut spank the girl, miss?”

“Oh, god, yes!” my Mistress moaned, her hands clutching the edge of her desk. “She was so bad. Spank her hard!”

“Looks like she can spank you,” the bodyguard said.

“But I said I was sorry,” whimpered the girl as I stroked her pert ass through her panties.

“You did.” I smiled and licked my lips, such an exhilarating excitement surging through me. My Master watched me with such hungry eyes as he fucked Miss Sullivan, eager to witness the punishment. “But that doesn’t excuse your behavior.”

I gripped her panties while gazing out at the excited faces of the boys in the classroom. Even of the few of the girls looked on with excitement, licking their lips as they squirmed. Shivering in delight, I unveiled Miss Brentwood’s treasures for all the hungry gazes.

Mr. Fairburn groaned. Miss Sullivan let out a whimper. Guys leaned forward. Someone muttered, “Damn.”

“Yes, that is a pretty ass,” I said as I gazed down at Miss Brentwood’s rump. She had two perky hemispheres, her skin pale and creamy skin. Then I groaned at the wispy, blonde bush covering the tight slit of her pussy.

“Isn’t she beautiful class?” I asked.

“Yeah,” sighed Miss Song, a cute, Korean girl sitting in the front row.

“If any of you desire to express your passions like Mr. Fairburn and Miss Sullivan, feel free. Whether by yourself, or with a partner.”

Feeling so naughty at the instruction I gave my class, I couldn’t resist squeezing Miss Brentwood’s perky butt-cheek. I enjoyed the plumpness of her flesh and loved how she squirmed and whimpered. My pussy grew hotter and hotter, eager for another orgasm.

Then I drew back my hand, flexed my fingers, and spanked her.

SMACK!

The crack echoed through the classroom. My hand stung from the impact of her perky bottom. I groaned at the sight of the red handprint blushing across her asscheek. She grunted in pain and squirmed again, fresh tears running down her cheek.

“Oh, there, there, Miss Brentwood,” I said in a soft, soothing crone, the sound a mother would make when comforting a child. At the same time, my fingers stroked through her wispy bush to rub at her plump vulva. “See, it’s not that bad. Just relax, Miss Brentwood, and it’ll all be over soon.”

The heat of her pussy warmed my fingers. I slide my index finger through her labia, stroking her inner depths. A drop of dew glistened on the tip of my finger when I pulled it out. I tasted her sweetness, savoring it.

“Oh, wow,” Miss Song gasped.

Out of the corner of my eye, I witnessed Miss Song’s hand busy beneath her skirt. The Korean girl trembled, then she bounded to her feet and darted over to Miss Giles’s—a lovely girl with curly, honey-brown hair—desk and grabbed the girl’s hand. Miss Giles swallowed and stood up.

“I’ve always wanted to do this,” Miss Song breathed, desire burning across her light-olive cheeks.

“Oh, shit!” Miss Giles gasped in her sweet dulcet as the Korean girl lifted Miss Giles’s skirt and buried her face between her thighs. “Oh, my god, she’s eating me!”

The dam broke in my classroom. My students let out a wild groan before they pounced on each other, groping, kissing, stripping each other naked. I groaned at the naughty sight. The pleasure made me tingle, my heart hammering in my chest.

Despite the fact that here were more girls in the class—twelve to the eight boys—poor, nerdy Mr. Andrews and short Mr. Casales were left without partners. Two other girls, redheaded Miss Horne and ebony-skinned Miss Babcock, noisily sixty-nined on the classroom floor while Mr. Cleavland, a member of the football team, had both cinnamon-skinned Miss Whitetail and busty Miss Stoddard sucking on his cock.

Shivering and leaving my students to their amusements, I turned my attention back to Miss Brentwood. Her other butt-cheek was still pale, begging to be spanked. I shivered and raised up my hand.

SMACK!

“Miss Cora!” the girl yelped, her butt-cheeks clenching as color blossomed across her flesh.

I smiled, my pussy growing so hot and wet as I trailed my finger down to her vulva to gather more of her sweet dew. The prissy blonde’s face reddened as I stroked up and down her juicy slit. She wiggled more as I gathered her juices, stroking her folds.

She moaned when I brushed her hard clit budding from its hood. I paused there, staring at the girl, loving the way her eyes fluttered. I stroked her little nub in slow circles, massaging it while she squirmed and whimpered.

“Oh, no,” she panted.

“Are you getting turned on, Miss Brentwood?” I asked with a stern tone. “This is a punishment, after all.”

“No, Mrs. Corra,” she said. A blatant lie.

I brought my pinky finger down to her hymen stretching over the entrance to her cunt’s depths. She had a hole in I could just wiggle my finger through. I groaned at how hot and tight she was. She gasped, squirming on the table as I stroked her untouched flesh.

When I pulled it out, dew glistened on the entire length. I shoved my finger in front of her face. She gasped as I asked, “If this wasn’t arousing you, then why is your pussy damp?”

“I don’t know,” she muttered. “Maybe it’s pee.”

“Taste it,” I said, shoving my finger against her lips. “Does that taste like piss?”

“No,” she whispered. “It tastes… sweet.”

I bent over and nuzzled into her ear, moaning, “Yes, you do.”

I licked her lobe, bringing a shudder from her. She was such a delectable thing. I rose, my pussy on fire. I raised my hand to administer another crack. I trembled in anticipation, staring at her clenching butt-cheeks.

CRACK!

“Mrs. Corra!” she shrieked as the stinging sound echoed through the classroom. She bucked against 02’s pinning grasp, thrashing on the table.

CRACK!

She whimpered as I delivered another blow on her pretty rump. Then I stroked her pussy again, caressing up and down her naughty crease. I smiled, loving soaking my fingers with her passion before administering another spanking.

SMACK!

My wet fingers left glistening lines across her wet butt-cheeks as I moved back to stroke her pussy, soothing her while her naughty cunt grew dewier and dewier. Sometimes, I’d suck on my fingers, enjoying the sweet flavor of her pussy before paddling her bum again.

CRACK!

Her rump jiggled after each blow. Her moans and gasps echoed through the room, merging with the passion of her classmates. Her butt-cheeks blossomed, growing more and more crimson, such a deep shade of red

SMACK!

Her juices flowed. They stained her thighs now. They coated my fingers the moment I touched her hot flesh. She shuddered and shook her hips, humping her naughty snatch against my stroking fingers only to whimper when I pulled them away.

CRACK!

I dragged my digits down to her hot cunt again. My own pussy dripped juices down my thighs. My cunt ached for the vibrator to start buzzing again. I squeezed down on it as I stroked Miss Brentwood’s delicate petals.

I lifted my fingers to my lips and sucked on her sweetness.

“Please,” the quivering girl moaned. “I need it.”

“What?” I asked. I placed my wet fingers on her rump. I bent over and kissed her hot butt-cheek, savoring her silky flesh reddened by my discipline. “What do you need?”

“I need that… that naughty feeling,” she whispered.

“What sort of feeling?” I asked, perplexed.

“It’s what momma says happens when you touch your vagina too much. God doesn’t like it. It’s a bad feeling. A sinful feeling”

“But you love it, don’t you?”

“I try to fight it,” she moaned, her butt-cheeks clenching right before me. “But sometimes I just can’t help but rub my vagina. I need it right now. Please.”

“I’ll make you cum,” I smiled, giving her other inflamed butt-cheek a soothing kiss.

Around us the room echoed with the moans of horny college students fucking and sucking. I gave a quick survey and smiled at what I witnessed. see Miss Sullivan giving poor Mr. Andrews some attention, sucking on his cock. Nearby, my Master, Mr. Fairburn, fucked blonde Miss Popov’s ass and Mr. Hiram fucked her pussy. Miss Song had finished devouring Miss Giles and found Miss Whitetail’s pussy to be equally as enjoyable.

Then I turned back to Miss Brentwood and her juicy pussy. Her dew ran down her thighs. The poor virgin needed a proper orgasm. I would give it to her. I would make her cry out in ecstasy. I sank to my knees, my hands grabbing Miss Brentwood well-spanked rump. I squeezed.

“Miss Cora!” she squeaked, her body wiggling. “I… I… Please, I need it!”

“Mmm, you’ll get—”

The vibrator hummed to life inside my cunt.

“Master!” I moaned in thanks at the surge of delight humming away in my cunt.

I buried my face into Miss Brentwood’s sweet pussy. Her soaked pubic hair kissed my cheeks. Then my lips nuzzled at her vulva. My tongue flicked out. She gasped out a soft, delicate sound as I explored her pink petals.

She tasted so good. I took another lick and a third. My pussy clenched down on the vibrator buzzing away in me. I groaned, my fingers digging into the girl’s rump. She gasped and squeaked as my tongue trailed through her pink delights.

“Miss Cora!” she gasped. “That’s so naughty”

“Mmm, yes,” I moaned.

I slide my tongue along her folds again, starting at her budding clit. She groaned as I dragged higher, dipping into her folds. Her sweet juices coated my tongue. I reached the opening to her pussy covered by the thin membrane—her cherry.

My master should get to pluck her.

He loved boasting about plucking Miss Sullivan’s virginity, telling how much he enjoyed being the first cock inside her. Miss Sullivan would giggle and point out that she popped his cherry, too. “We were both virgins that wonderful night,” she would say with a happy smile on her face. “It was special, even if neither of us knew what we were doing. Luckily, Mark taught me, and Desiree taught Damien.”

I wiggled my tongue around Miss Brentwood’s hymen while her sweet scent filled my nostrils. My fingers found her hard clit, rolling it between my fingers. She gasped, her hips shifting as her youthful body was filled with passion.

“Oh, Mrs. Corra,” Miss Brentwood moaned. “I know being with a woman’s a sin, but, gosh, that’s amazing!”

“Mmm, there is nothing sinful about this,” I groaned.

Massaging her clit with my thumb, I licked higher, past her hymen. I crossed her taint and nuzzled my face between her scarlet butt-cheeks. My pussy drank in the delight of the vibrator humming through me as I circled her little rosebud. I tasted the sour musk of her asshole. Her little anus clenched beneath me as she moaned.

“Oh, jeez! You can do that?” she gasped. “That’s so dirty!”

I lifted my face from her wonderful valley. “That’s what makes it feel so wonderful, Miss Brentwood.”

I shuddered, loving those sounds she made. I rimmed her asshole and massaged her clit. Her juices spilled over my thumb, a rivulet running down to my wrist. My tongue danced across her asshole, teasing her, making her groan and gasp.

Her sounds inspired me. I wiggled my tongue against her sphincter and penetrated her deep. My tongue wiggled through her sour bowels. I shuddered at how wicked this was. I was her teacher, and yet I devoured this innocent girls virgin treasures.

My pussy clenched down on the vibrator. It hummed faster inside me. Pleasure rippled through me as I wiggled my tongue around inside Miss Brentwood’s bowels. I massaged her. I made her shudder and groan.

My orgasm burst inside of me.

I whimpered into her asshole

I thrust my tongue as deep as I could, probing into her innocent, dirty hole as rapture rolled over and over through me. The pleasure melted my mind. My thumb massaged her little clit hard as she gasped and squeaked.

The vibrator buzzed even faster. It churned my cunt up. I gasped and moaned into her asshole as the rapture swelled through me. My eyes squeezed shut. Stars burst before my eyes as I threw my all into pleasuring the virgin.

“Here comes the bad feeling!” Miss Brentwood gasped. “Oh, yes! Here it comes!”

Her asshole squeezed my tongue. Then her bowels rippled about me. A tide of hot juices gushed out of her. It spilled over my hand as she gasped and moaned. Her sweet passion filled the air. My body shook.

The vibrator hummed to its highest setting, assaulting my sensitive cunt.

Another orgasm exploded in my twat.

I gasped, my head ripping up from her bowels. The ecstasy bursting through my body. A wave of ecstatic darkness washed over me. It drowned me. The currents swept over me and carried me away into heavenly bliss.

I drifted for an eternity through rapture and euphoria.

When I opened my eyes, Miss Brentwood knelt next to me, a concerned look straining her face. “Are you okay, Miss Cora?”

I smiled at her, seized her by the back of the neck, and pulled her down to my lips. I kissed her sweet lips. She moaned into me then her mouth moved against mine, my passion transformed the little virgin into a horny slut.

I plunged my tongue into her mouth. Hers fenced back with mine, caressing it. It was so wonderful. Buzzing from my ecstasy, I savored kissing my student. She was such a hot and wanton thing. I trembled, the vibrator still churning inside my pussy, sending pleasure fluttering through me.

When I broke the kiss, I stared into her blue eyes. They burned with lust as my fingers once again found the treasure, untouched by man, between her thighs. I stroked up and down her as she trembled, her eyes widening in awe.

“How would you like to lose your virginity?” I asked her, rubbing her clit with the pad of my thumb.

“I shouldn’t,” she groaned.

“But you want to, don’t you?”

She looked away.

I massaged her bud harder and purred, “The Living Gods have come to wipe away the outdated morality. It’s not a sin to experience pleasure with whomever you choose. Why don’t you let Mr. Fairburn make a woman out of you? Your pussy was made to take cocks. You’ll cum even harder.”

She swallowed then a smile crossed her lips. “Yes, yes, I want that!”

My cunt spasmed around the vibrator as I pulled her down for a second kiss.

Mr. Fairburn was more than willing to take her cherry. He laid her across my desk then unbuttoned her blouse and exposed a demure bra that covered budding breasts. In moments, he had that off. I groaned at the sight of her cute, little nipples

They were pink and oh-so hard.

Miss Sullivan wandered over, licking cum off her lips. She just finished blowing Mr. Cleveland. She threw her arms around my neck and gave me a salty kiss. I quivered in her, another orgasm rippling out of my cunt churned by the vibrator buzzing away inside of me.

“You are one naughty teacher,” Miss Sullivan purred when she broke the kiss. Then she turned her attention to Miss Brentwood. The naughty minx leaned over, her strawberry-blonde hair falling in a curtain around Miss Brentwood’s features. Miss Sullivan whispered into Miss Brentwood’s ear, “So, you want to fuck my boyfriend, huh?”

“I do,” Miss Brentwood moaned while Mr. Fairburn moved into position to pop her cherry.

“Then you have to pay the price,” Miss Sullivan declared. With skill, she mounted the desk and straddled Miss Brentwood’s face. Miss Sullivan lifted her skirt, exposing her pussy leaking Mr. Fairburn’s cum. She settled it on the virgin’s face, commanding, “Lick me!”

I couldn’t see what happened, but Miss Sullivan moaned in delight and trembled, grinding her cum-filled snatch on the virgin’s face. I leaned against the whiteboard and trembled as my orgasm rippled through my flesh.

“Go ahead, honey,” Miss Sullivan said to my Master, hips wiggling as Miss Brentwood feasted on her cunt. “Pop her cherry.”

My Master grinned at his girlfriend. “You’re the best, Missy.”

“I know!” she beamed. Then she let out a groan. “Yes, yes, lick all that cum out of my cunt, slut!”

I shuddered as my Master thrust his cock into Miss Brentwood’s pussy. He ripped through her hymen with one thrust. Miss Brentwood moaned, voice muffled by Miss Sullivan’s pussy. The deflowered virgin shuddered on upon my desk as her cherry was popped.

Mr. Fairburn glanced at me, winked.

“Master!” I howled as the vibrator hummed back up to maximum again.

The buzzing assaulted my cunt. My legs turned to water as pleasure erupted in my pussy. I collapsed to the floor, moaning and writhing. I was lost to the rapture of that wonderful, humming toy inside me.

Wave after wave of delight slammed into my mind. I distantly heard the trio moaning and gasping as they fucked on the desk. Nothing mattered to me but that ecstasy churning in my cunt. I thrashed on my classroom floor, free of everything but euphoria.

Gods, I had to remember to thank Miss Soun for making such a wicked device.

I was barely aware of anything going on. If a cock was offered to my lips; I sucked it. If a pussy pressed on my face; I licked it. I came and came until I thought my pussy was going to be worn out. I was almost numb inside, and that wonderful tube of plastic kept vibrating me to knew plateaus of rapture.

And then it stopped humming.

I crashed back into reality.

My masters smiled down at me, arm-in-arm. Miss Brentwood knelt beside me. I licked my lips, tasting something sweet, and realized the last pussy I ate was hers, all full of Mr. Fairburn’s delightful cum.

“What’s going on?” I panted, noticing my students were getting dressed.

“Hour is up,” Miss Sullivan said. She winked at me, “I hope you enjoy your toy, Mrs. Corra.”

“I’ll be keeping you on your toes all day long,” Mr. Fairburn grinned.

“I wouldn’t want it any other way, Master,” I breathed. I was so glad I was his sex slave. I wanted to have so many naughty lessons with him.

The END of Mrs. Corra’s Tale

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