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Story Codes: Female/Teen female, Teen male/Teen female, Teen male/Female/Teen female, Teen male/Teen female, Teen female/Teen female, Teen female/Teen females, Teen female Masturbation, Teacher, School, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Public Sex, Oral Sex, Virgin, Interracial, Hot Wife

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Note: Thanks to Alex for beta reading this!

You want to find out the secrets of this strange school. St. Miriam School for Young Ladies is a bizarre place. There is something else going on here. You can feel it. You wish you could remember something before yesterday, some clue as to why you agreed to come here.

To a prison.

Well, it is a prison with one-hundred-and-sixty nubile schoolgirls from fourteen to seventeen, so is it that bad? They are all eager for your cock. For your cum. Most appear content to stay here their four years, but you’ve found hints of a few that aren’t.

Ji-Young, one of the girls in your dorm, was caught twice trying to get over the wall. And Bree, the green-haired girl (not her natural shade) that you’ve had first PE and now your Communication class with, was supposed to help her. But she got cold feet, ruining their friendship.

But she yearns to leave from here. So while you want to get into a class with computers, cultivating that relationship with the fun and flirty Irish girl has to be a priority. You can work on getting Lilly or Erin (or both) on your team later. They’re in your dorm, too, so those two girls who know computers well can be recruited this evening.

“Bree, Sapphire,” you say, striding up to the two seniors who are about to head out to their art class, “care to be escorted by the hottest guy in school.”

Bree throws back her head, her delight spilling from her lips. “Boyo, you’re the hottest guy by default.”

“And?” you ask, arching an eyebrow at her.

She laughs louder.

“Oh, cutie, you’re hot. Even if there were other guys, you’d be top ten.” Sapphire’s blonde hair, frosted with blue at the tips, sways about her gorgeous and naughty face. “Mmm, I’ll take your offer.”

Bree takes your other arm. “How can I say no to havin’ a gentleman escort me through the halls.” Her Irish lilt is a treat to your ears. “Why, I might swoon, and you’ll be there to catch me.”

“You don’t seem like the swooning type,” I say, leading them out the door.

“True,” she agrees.

“Bye,” Alyx calls. The Black girl, a fourteen-year-old freshman, darts by. She has a bounce to her step and a huge grin. She spots someone in the hallway, that little Japanese girl you saw yesterday, and squeals, “He popped my cherry, Miku!”

The pair embraces and whispers together. You grin as the other girls moving through the halls glance at you, interest painting their faces. They all lick lips, some thrusting out chests to show off tits stretching their blouses, or putting more sway to their hips to make their tartan skirts dance. You drink it in.

“You’re going to have a swollen head by the end of the day, cutie,” Sapphire says and grabs your cock, squeezing you. You’re still hard despite the orgy of the last period. Say a word, and I’ll deflate it.”

“Mmm, I bet you would. Right here.”

“I’d suck your cock anywhere!”

“Oh,” you ask, strolling down the hall with the two girls. “Even out in the forest?”

The flirtiness in her expression dies down. It’s replaced by panic. She casts glances around and then nods to a girl heading down the hallway. You remember seeing her sleeping on the couch last night in the entrance to the dorm. She had been snuggled up to her teddy bear. A heavy, gold ring gleams on her finger.

Inquisition Squad.

“Don’t say things like that where the wrong ears can hear, cutie,” she whispers. “There are two members of the Squad in our Art class.”

Bree gives a slow nod, clinging tight to your other arm.

“Are they really that bad?” you ask.

“Only if you break the rules.” Sapphire smiles.

“Only if you get caught,” you counter.

Sapphire shoots you a glance. She swallows. “Those are dangerous thoughts. I don’t want to see you get hurt.” She then glances down the hall. “There’s our class. It’s going to be a fun one.” There’s something fake in her voice. “Wonder what we’re going to draw.”

“Yeah,” Bree says, her voice distant.

What is going on through Bree’s head? you wonder.

The door’s open. The scent of oil paints fills your nose. A light breeze drifts through an open window. There are no desks, but a collection of easels being adjusted by a woman with brown hair. The teacher has on a sleeveless blouse that cups to her large breasts. She is humming, a bright smile on her lips.

“Look who’s joining our class, Norma,” says Sapphire. Apparently, she uses the teacher’s first name like that’s how these things are to be expected.

“Oh, what’s that,” the woman asks in an airy voice. She turns, a big smile on her lips. Then she gasps and clasps her hands. “Oh, my, isn’t this exciting? Our celebrity has decided to join the class and…” She squeals. “I have just the idea. Bree, Sapphire, help me out. We’ll only need five easels for this class. And set out the large canvases on them.”

“Yes, Norma,” Bree says.

Sapphire gives you a warning look and then she’s all smiles again. Her concern for you is genuine. If you can reach through her fear, she can make a valuable ally. And Bree feels on the edge. If you can just sound out her true desires, I bet you can make her yours.

Other girls start filtering in, gasping at the sight of you. One is a senior girl you’ve seen at the Demonettes’ table. She has twin braids of blonde hair and a bright smile. On her finger is the heavy signet ring of the Inquisition Squad, holding the school’s coat of arms.

“Well, well,” she purrs, “I’ve heard stories about you. Some of the Tennyo are bragging about getting you to cum the most in their holes.”

“They wanted that V the most,” you say, shrugging.

“Mmm, I’m glad you’re here. I hope you make this class interesting.”

“So interesting, Juliana!” Another girl says coming up beside the squad member. She, too, has a gold Inquisition Squad ring. She has long, black hair and brown eyes that gleam with interest as she stares at you. “I’m Reagan.”

“Aren’t you a bit young to be on the Inquisition Squad?” you ask. The girl looks like she could be a freshman. You want to know more about them, too.

“I’m a sophomore,” Reagan says, blushing.

“She’s one of the newbies on the Squad,” says Juliana, bumping her hip into Reagan’s side. “Sophomore’s are the youngest that are allowed to join. She’s still on probation, but she has promise. Going to take her on a patrol tonight.”

“Glad you are keeping the school safe,” you say and then cup Reagan’s face. The sophomore squeals in delight as you lean in.

You kiss her, cutting off her squeal. She kisses you with some enthusiasm, her arms wrapping around your neck. You work your lips on hers. Getting on the Squad’s good side will be a good thing. You thrust your tongue into her mouth and slide around in her.

“Got one for me?” pouts Juliana.

You break the kiss with Reagan and cup the senior’s face. You lean in and kiss her with hunger. She quivers, her hazel eyes squeezing shut. She kisses with far, far more hunger and experience then the sophomore cutie had.

She licks her lips when you break the kiss. She shivers and then glances behind her. There are two girls trembling there. They have to be freshmen. They are staring at you in wide-eyed awe. One is Arabic, her face a dusky hue, her black hair falling sleek down around her features. She has a nice swell to her chest, developing early. The other girl is a cutie. Black hair in a pair of braided pigtails that fall over her shoulders. Her blue eyes sparkle.

“Well, well, well,” you say. “If you tell me your names, I’ll pay you with a kiss.”

“S-Sultana,” whimpers the Arabic girl.

“What a regal name,” you say and bend over. You kiss her with hunger. She whimpers against you, her virginal lips so soft on yours. It makes your dick throb. You hope you’ll get to enjoy her today.

“I’m Jill!” the other girl squeaks as you break the kiss. “Jill Willoughby.” Her black braids sway down the front of her blouse. Then she lifts her head, the minx eager for your kiss.

You plant one on her with hunger. She whimpers, her mouth moving with far more confidence and experience than her friend’s. It’s intoxicating to enjoy.

Four more girls are lined up behind them. They look like a mix of juniors and sophomore and would be the last members of the class. They all step up, quivering, their lips pursed as if they’re waiting for a kiss.

You start at the right end. First up is a petite girl with long, blonde hair and blue eyes the shade of a summer sky. She blushes prettily as she says, “I’m Sharron.”

“Nice to meet you, Sharron.” You lean down and savor the strawberry lip gloss. She whimpers, kissing you with such hunger. She’s not a stranger to making out despite her blushing appearance. She feels like a junior to you.

Next to her is a Hispanic girl with golden-brown skin, her face round. She has short, brown hair with a fade buzzed into the right side of her head, giving her punkish look at odds with her schoolgirl outfit. She gives you a bold look. “I’m Teresita. Hope you can handle me.”

She kisses you, grabbing the back of your head and jamming her tongue to the back of your tonsils. Your dick throbs as you savor her boldness.

“Damn,” you groan. “Now that’s how you kiss.”

She grins at you, this naughty twinkle in her eyes. “Glad you could handle it.”

“Oh, I can handle anything you want to throw at me,” you say and move to the next girl.

She has that gorgeous reddish-brown skin from India. She looks so adorable, too, with wide, brown eyes and long, black hair. Her breasts fill out her top. She looks young, maybe fifteen, but she’s been blessed with a pair of delicious boobs. Her nipples poke fat and hard against her blouse.

“I’m Punita Nagarkar,” she says with a refined, British accent. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Oh, it’s all mine,” you say, cupping one of her large breasts through her blouse as you capture her plump lips.

She quivers against you, that delightful tit filling your hand. She feels perky through her bra and blouse, just a perfect pair of tits. Your tongue dances with hers. She quivers against you. Then she breaks the kiss and steps back, her cheeks flushed.

Last is a shy, Japanese girl. She squirms there, her breasts as big as Punita’s. Another girl blessed with such delightful mammaries. Only her petite frame makes them seem even larger, like that Japanese porn star. For a moment, the name almost rises out of the mists of your mind.

The girl mutters something.

You lean in and cup her chin. “What was that, beautiful?” you ask. “If I can’t hear you, I can’t kiss you.”

“T-Tsubasa, senpai,” she says, her olive cheeks blushing dark.

“You’re a cheerleader, Tsubasa,” says Sharron at the end of the line. “You’re shyer than I am.”

“H-he’s a boy,” Tsubasa moans.

You kiss her.

She gasps into you, stiffening for a moment. Then she groans and melts into you. Her lips fit so perfectly against you. She quivers there, her mouth working on yours. You slip your tongue into her mouth and she gasps again.

Just adorable.

She sways when you break the kiss and has to grab Punita’s wrist. You wink at her.

“Well, that was a fun way to introduce yourself to the class,” the teacher says. She floats up to you and lifts her face. “I’m Norma. I like being informal.”

You smile. “I can’t wait to learn everything I can from you.”

Her lips taste so sweet on yours. The teacher whimpers into your mouth as you kiss her. She grabs the back of your neck, holding on tight with iron fingers. She moans, her passion rising from her throat. Then she breaks her kiss and steps back.

“Four years without…” she says, breathless. She fans her face, a wedding ring glinting on her finger.

Has she not seen her husband in four years? you wonder. Are not even the teachers allowed to leave from here?

“Okay, okay, since there are now eleven of you, let’s do a fun painting exercise. “Each of you partner up and— No, no, you can’t all be paired up with our celebrity. He gets to choose.”

The choice is obvious. “Bree.”

“Me, boyo?” she asks in surprise, glancing at some of the girls, especially Tsubasa and her big tits.

“You,” you repeat. “What can I say, that Irish accent.”

“Well, I won’t disappoint you,” she says and grabs your arm, pulling you to the nearest easel.

“Oh, yes, and we need a model,” says Norma, smacking her forehead. “Since you’re the talk of the school, why don’t you pick a girl to strip naked and be our model for us all to paint naked.”

You grin. It’s an easy choice. “Sultana.”

The freshman virgin squeaks in shock. Her dusky features blush so dark. It’s so sexy to watch. It makes your grin spread in delight. Then she is taken by Norma and led to the focal point of the easels. They are arranged in an arch to paint her from three sides.

“Pair up,” Norma says.

The girls start pairing up. Sapphire snags Jill, the pair seeming to know each other, and Sharron hooks her arm with busty Tsubasa. Reagan drifts over to her fellow member on the Squad, leaving Teresita and Punita to just end up together, both girls just shrugging.

You’re at the center easel with Sapphire and Jill to your right, Sharron and Tsubasa on your left. You have Bree close to you. Your heart is pounding. This is the perfect chance to talk to her quietly. The easels are just far enough apart so whispers shouldn’t carry.

“Now let’s get you naked,” purrs Norma. “Mmm, stripping you schoolgirls is one of my perks.”

She works quickly, your dick throbbing hard as the blushing Arab girl is stripped down to her bra and panties. The blouse comes off, a demure, white bra cupping her round breast. She squirms there as Norma falls to her knees and unzips the tartan skirt.

She tugs that down, Sultana’s legs appear toned and sultry. Her panties are a virginal white, just as delicious as the bra. You lick your tongue at how appealing she is. Your heart pounds as the teacher then hooks the girl’s panties.

“Look at you, boyo, just salivating over her young flesh,” purrs Bree. She bumps her hip into you.

“Wolf’s got to feast,” you say.

“Oh, so you’re a wolf, are you? Gonna go howl at the moon.”

“You can always flash me your ass and find out,” you say. “I’d love to see your full moon rise again. I believe I owe you something.”

“Your hard dick in my arse,” she purrs. “Mmm, I would bend over, but Sultana’s the star right now.”

You nod, watching the girl step out of her panties. She has a shaved pussy, which you find delightful on a virgin. Juices gleam on her plump twat, her slit tight. You inhale, but all you can smell are the oil paints that the girls are setting out, including Bree. She seems to know what she’s doing.

“Now that bra,” purrs Norma. She rises up, the panties held in her hand. She reaches behind the girl and unfastens it. “You’re going to look gorgeous.”

“Thank you, Norma,” Sultana says.

“Oh, yes, you got a hot ass,” Teresita calls. “Going to think about you next time I get my pussy eaten out.”

Sultana squirms more.

“She does have a sexy ass,” says Juliana. “Just spankable. If you’d like to break a rule…”

Now Sultana squeaks.

“Those Inquisition Squad girls,” you say, shaking your head.

“I know,” mutters Bree. “And you’re sharing a dorm with the worst one.”

“Terra?” She seems fun. She’d thrown herself in the fun last night.

Bree gives a slow nod.

“Did she discipline Ji-Young? Even though they’re both Angels.”

“That was back when they were Sophomores. Terra had to prove her loyalty.” Bree shrugs, squirting oil paints onto your shared palette. “Or so I’ve heard.”

“Shame,” you say. “I won’t mind going for a walk in the woods. I liked to hike outdoors.” A lie. You don’t feel like you ever did anything like that. “Nothing like going for a stroll with a pretty girl.”

“You should be careful,” she warns.

“Not feeling adventurous?” you ask. “And here I was thinking of treating you to that ass-fucking beneath the pine trees.”

She gives you a sharp look. “You have every girl throwing herselves at you. Why would you want to…?”

“Yes, yes, I think that’s the perfect position,” Norma says, having adjusted Sultana on a small divan. She’s reclined back, one leg thrust out before her, the other cocked up and bent. She has an arm over her head, the other between her breasts. “Mmm, let’s make sure those nipples are nice and hard.”

Norma bends over and sucks on Sultana’s right nub. The girl gasps and bucks. Her leg quivers. The teacher suckles with hunger, her cheeks hollowing. Her fingers pinch the girl’s other nub. Your dick is on fire. You want to whip it out and stroke one off.

“Why would you want to get away from this place?” Bree asks.

“Why did you almost go over the wall with Ji-Young.”

“Defiance.”

You wink at her. “I like to make my own destiny. There’s something off about this place. I want to uncover it.”

“Mmm, I think… yes.” The teacher drapes Sultana’s panties over her right ankle. “Perfect. Okay, you have all period to paint her. I’m not expecting masterpieces. This is just to learn technique and style. You all have such potential in you, so let’s see if we can’t bring it out. Work with your partner. Trust each other and create something beautiful together.”

“Well,” you say, “shall we trust each other?”

Bree blushes and nods, her dyed-green hair swaying about her cheeks. She picks up her brush. You grab your own. She swirls some colors together, blending a hue on the palette that’s a rich brown. You grab some on your own and then you make a swipe.

“What is that supposed to be?” she asks.

“Her leg,” you say. Then you paint a triangle by it. “And there’s her other leg.”

“You’ve never done this before,” Bree accuses, grinning.

“And? I thought you said you trust me.”

She winks at you and then she draws a line and giggles. Hers isn’t any better than yours, but it’s fun putting the little slashes across the canvas, sketching in the naked, Arab girl in the most basic form possible.

You do a swipe for her head, making it a lopsided oval. She giggles and dips her brush into the black, painting on some black hair. It’s absolutely terrible and yet you’re having so much fun doing it. Other girls are giggling around you while Sultana blushes in the middle.

“Mmm, she does have that tight slit, doesn’t she,” purrs Bree. “I know you picked her for a reason.”

“She’s just so adorable,” you say. “How could I not want to paint her?”

“What about me?” Bree asks. She grabs her paint brush and dabs a spot of paint right on the tip of your nose. “Aren’t I adorable.”

“You’re bratty,” you say, wiping it off on the back of your hand.

“Oh, boyo, that’s just making life interesting.”

“You want to make life interesting,” you whisper, “tonight, sneak out of your dorm room and meet me for some fun.”

She swallows. “You don’t mean…?”

You wink at her.

She turns to the painting, her body tense. You don’t pressure her. She has to make the decision on her own. You’re curious about what is out there. Why they are so adamant to keep the girls in here. You in here. It’s strange.

Norma is pacing around, nodding her head at the pictures. “My, that’s a very interesting style,” she says as she gazes at Teresita and Punita. “Very… cubic.”

“Yep,” Teresita says. “That’s what we were going for, right?”

The Indian girl just trembles there.

Norma pauses at yours. “Well, you two certainly have a playfulness to it. But you have the whole canvas. Why did you make her so small.”

“Because he has no sense of scale,” says Bree, forcing a smile.

“Hmm, now looking at yours, it’s just missing something,” Norma says. “I know. We need to add something else to the model. Let’s go. Our big celebrity should do the honor.”

The art teacher hooks your arm and pulls you from the easel. You thrust your brush onto the lip, getting paint on the bottom of the canvas. Everyone glances up at you. Sultana quivers as you come closer to her. A spicy musk permeates the air. A woman’s arousal.

No, a virgin’s.

Norma hugs you from behind, her large breasts pressing into your back. She reaches around you and grabs your cock through your slack. You groan at her squeezing touch. Your dick throbs as she strokes up and down you.

“I think Sultana needs a nice white painted across her flesh to give a nice contrast to that dusky delight of hers,” Norma says. “And our celebrity has just the thing, doesn’t he, girls?”

“Ooh, do a cum shot right on that tight snatch,” Sapphire calls. “Then I can lick her clean.”

“No, no, hit those round titties,” calls Teresita. “Those are tits made to have a man’s jizz splattered all over them.”

“Oh, yes, indeed,” Bree moans.

“Yes, yes!” squeaks Jill as she peers around the easel she’s sharing with Sapphire.

Norma’s hands are busy as the girls add their commentary. She’s unsnapping your slacks and unzipping your fly. She reaches in and pulls you out. Both her hands grip your cock, so warm and soft. Her wedding ring flashes on her left hand which grips the upper half of your dick.

Her right hand then slides down to your balls and squeezes them. You groan as she kneads you. Pleasure surges up your shaft. You shift around as she massages you, a heat rippling through your body and blazing across your face.

“Yes, you’re just full of all that pearly spunk, aren’t you?” she coos as she begins stroking you.

“Yes,” you groan, your eyes squeezing shut.

You bit your lower lip as she pumps her hand up and down your shaft. She has you aimed right at the quivering Sultana. She bits her lips, her body twitching. Her fingers between her tits flex and those firm mound quivers. Juices bead on her pussy.

You grin at her, loving the sight of her as the teacher fists her hand up and down your cock. She strokes you with passion, pumping hard. Your balls tighten. You’re coming closer and closer to spurting all that jizz onto the girl. Just showering her in your cum.

“Mmm, stare right at that cutie,” purrs Norma. She squeezes tighter about you. She rubs her tits into your back.

You wish nothing was in the way of those breasts, rubbing directly on your skin.

“You’re going to splatter cum all over that cutie.”

“Yes, I am,” you say, hands clenching and relaxing. “I’m going to coat you in jizz.”

“Yes, coat her!” moans Teresita.

“Just spray her down, boyo. Mmm, I love watching your dick erupt.”

“I want to see a boy cum!” Jill says. She creeps out from behind her easel to stare. She quivers, her face flushed. You wink at the freshman girl, your dick aching.

Norma pumps her hand faster and faster up and down your cock. The heat builds and builds, bringing you closer and closer to that eruption. Your chest rises and falls, the blood pounding through your veins. It’s going to explode out of you. Just showering that girl in spunk.

Every stroke swells the pressure in your balls while her hand massaging your nuts sends tingles racing up to the tip. The girls are all watching. Teresita has the handle of her brush thrust up beneath her skirt, clearly working it in and out of her pussy. Paint splatters her inner thighs as she watches with hunger.

“Yes, yes, cum all over her,” the Hispanic girl moans, masturbating with her brush faster.

“Yes, do it, cutie!” Sapphire calls.

“Mmm, just unleash all that spunk on her,” moans Norma into your ear. She licks at your lobe.
“Keep fisting my cock, and I will,” you say. “Don’t you worry, Sultana, you’re going to get covered in cum.”

“Okay,” she says, her voice so soft.

“Cum on her!” Jill squeaks. “Cum! Cum! Cum!”

Her excited words send you over the edge. Your dick erupts. Hot cum fires out of your cock and paints across Sultana’s body. Pleasure slams into your mind as the first spurt lands on her stomach and splashes up to her right tit. Your second strikes her left tit and spills over it, coating her nipple before washing down.

“That’s it!” Norma moans, aiming your cock.

A third spurt splatters Sultana’s stomach and pools white spunk in her navel. Then your fourth splatters her pussy. Cheers burst from the watching girls. Jill bounces up and down, clapping while her pigtail braids bounce alongside her head.

You groan with each explosion, the fifth streak splashing across her stomach and between her tits. Norma fists your dick fast. The sixth bursts hard from you as you groan, your orgasm hitting that peak. Your jizz fires the farthest and splashes Sultana’s lips.

Her tongue flicks out, tasting your seed. She gasps and quivers.

“That’s so effing hot!” moans Teresita. Her body quivers as she cums on her brush.

“Senpai,” Tsubasa groans in awe.

“Wow, that’s so much jizz,” gasps Jill. “Do all guys cum like him?”

“No,” Norma says in awe, squeezing out the last of the cum to spill out of your cock. “Thank you. Now she’s ready for your paintings to have some flair of character.”

“Yes,” you pant, feeling good from the orgasm.

The teacher breaks from you. She licks your spunk off the back of her left hand and shivers. You grin and pull up your slacks. At one point, they’d fallen down. You put your cock away, tuck in your shirt, and fasten up. You saunter back to Bree.

She grins at you. “Mmm, now she looks like a masterpiece.”

“Yes, she does,” you say, staring at your cum running over the virgin Arab girl. You love the sight of it on her pussy, that white just coating her.

You cover your brush in titanium white and then smear it on your version of Sultana’s pussy. It’s horribly abstract, barely looks like a girl, but it’s a thrill to paint even this representation of her with your seed.

Bree joins you, drawing spunk on Sultana’s left breast. She has a bright smile again. You draw your own slash while girls giggle around you. Sultana herself looks so happy to be dripping in your spunk, her body painted in it.

“This is so hot,” says Sapphire. “Ooh, Jill, love what you did there.”

“It was so hot watching him cum,” moans Jill. “I wish I was a senior and could fuck him all the time.”

“You’d also have to be one of those bitches,” says Sapphire. “The Angels are all terrible girls. Just the worst.”

“Just like the dryads,” Jill says.

“Oh, they’re not bad at all,” you say, standing up for your dorm. Ten girls who gave you such bliss last night. And this morning. “The Angels know how to treat a guy.”

“Mmm, don’t I?” Sapphire asks.

“I’ve yet to meet a girl here who doesn’t,” you say and paint more white onto the “abstract” rendition of Sultana you two have created.

“But some do it better.”

“Maybe. But I’m not telling.”

“You don’t want the fun to end,” says Teresita. “I don’t blame you. Don’t want to get all us girls jealous.”

“You’d tear me apart.”

“And you’d love every second of it, boyo,” Bree says, smiling beside you.

You wink at her.

Norma does another sweep of the classroom, nodding at the paintings. She stands right behind you, almost pressing her tits into your back. Normally, someone breathing down your neck makes you uncomfortable—or, at last, you feel that way—but not when it’s a sexy hot wife teacher. She can stand behind you as long as she wants.

When she finishes her sweep, she shakes her head. “I think we need more to liven it up.”

“Oh?” you ask as she marches to you.

“Mmm, yes, Sultana needs to look ravished.” Norma grabs your tie and starts whisking it off. “She needs to look like she’s just enjoyed the passion of a man, but she’s a virgin. She’s never experienced these emotions. Oh, I’m sure she’s had her share of sapphic delights in the last week since she’s arrived, but she needs that touch only a man can give her.”

You grin as your married teacher unbuttons your shirt. She works on the buttons one after the other, popping them through the eyelets. It’s an exciting thing to experience. You’re so eager for it. Just throbbing with passion. You’re going to have a wild time, your cock hard and throbbing.

Norma rips open your shirt and groans. She rubs her hands up and down your chest, her hands massaging over your muscular flesh. Then she ducks down and licks across your pectoral to your nipple. She flicks it.

You groan at her touch.

She breathes in deeply, face pressed into your chest. “God, you smell good.”

“Too long?” you whisper.

She freezes and lifts her head away. “Too long?” she asks, but her smile isn’t genuine. “Since what.”

You flick your eyes down to her wedding ring. She jerks her hand away and then clears her throat. “Let’s get your pants off. You can’t make love to a virgin with your clothes on.”

“So true,” you say and grab her left hand. You rub across her ring finger. There is a moment of pain in her eyes. She hasn’t seen her husband in a while. Has he died, or is she like these girls? Is she stuck here, too?

Who is allowed to leave the school? you wonder.

Bree takes your shirt from you as your teacher kneels down. She pulls off your tennis shoes and then her hands slide up your pants, her fingers rasping over the fabric of your clothes. Her touch is electric. You shudder, your dick throbbing and aching. She reaches your fly and works at your fastener, licking her lips.

“I didn’t get a good look at what our celebrity is packing,” says Norma.

“You will know,” Sharron giggles. “Mmm, got a good view myself.”

Behind Sharron, Tsubasa peeks out. She’s such a sweet and adorable thing herself. You wink at her. The junior blushes and darts her head back out of sight. For a girl who’s been at the school for three years, she has a surprising innocence about her. A little like Lilly.

Your teacher unbuttons your slacks. The zipper rasps down. She shoves them down and your cock pops out. you’re bobbing right before her face. She breathes in again, and groans. Her tongue licks your cock. She’s dragging it up your shaft as she pushes your pants past your knees and lets them drop.

Her tongue reaches the tip of your cock. She swirls around it. You shudder at her touch. Then she kisses the tip, sucking up the drop of precum beading there. Her lips nibble on the pinnacle of your cock, her eyes staring up at you with this almost lost look of passion and need.

You groan as she flicks her tongue around your cock again. You shudder at it. The heat sweeps down your body. You squeeze your eyes shut and groan as she works her magic. It’s incredible to experience.

“Damn, Norma,” you groan.

She pops her mouth off. “Mmm, let’s get you and Sultana together. Make her into a woman. You want that, don’t you, dear?”

“Y-yes, Norma,” Sultana whimpers. “I… I… do.”

Norma rises. She hooks her arm with you and leads you around the easel. All the girls are staring at you, even Tsubasa is peeking out around her canvas. Jill is bouncing with eager glee and Teresita is rubbing her paintbrush’s butt into her inner thigh.

Would she masturbate?

“Girls, this is going to delay your painting, so feel free to give each other any satisfaction you need,” Norma says. “In fact, I think I need to warm up Sultana. Get her pussy nice and juicy for you. Give her a little cum so it won’t hurt when you deflower her. I’d offer to let you do it, but…”

“Not really interested in licking up all my spunk,” you say.

“So true.” She bends over right before you, her rump stretching out her skirt.

She parts Sultana’s legs. You can’t see, blocked by the back of Norma’s head, but when the Arab virgin gasps and then shivers, you know it’s begun. Norma lets out a purr of delight, her hips wiggling back and forth.

“Mmm, that’s good,” she moans. “Pussy and spunk. Virgin pussy at that. This is a yummy twat to eat.”

“I bet,” you groan.

“Oh, and if you need some warm-up, too, just hike my skirt. I won’t mind if you plunge in.”

“Dirty teacher,” you say and grab her skirt.

“I’m just taking care of my student. Making sure he’s not left to suffer.”

Sultana gasps again, her body shuddering. She whimpers as Norma returns to feasting on that virgin twat. You flip her skirt up and over her rump. She’s wearing a pair of purple, lacy panties that hugs her ass, the fabric digging into her crack just a bit. The girls are all moaning and fingering each other. Bree has slipped over to join Teresita and Punita at their easel, the three working things out to take of each other.

You pull down those panties, exposing Norma’s curving ass and the brown bush adorning her married pussy. Your dick throbs. A hot wife teacher… What could be sexier? Your dick throbs more as you guide it to that juicy twat.

You nuzzle into her hair. Her wet curls brush around your cock. Then you’re at her hot folds. You shudder, your cock pushing at her juicy flesh. You groan at the contact with her. You throw back your head, savoring the delight.

Then you push into her.

“Yes!” Norma groans as you slide into her married sheath.

Her pussy clenches down on you as you enter her tight depths. Her back arches. Sultana shudders more. Norma must be licking even harder at that virgin twat. You grin at the freshman as her whimpers join the moans echoing around you.

“Fuck her hard, boyo!” moans Bree.

“Ooh, cutie, just pile-drive our teach!” Sapphire calls.

“Yes, yes, fuck her hard,” Juliana moans.

“Fuck her! Fuck her!” cheers Jill, her braids swaying at the edge of your vision as she and Sapphire finger each other.

“God, I want that cock in me,” Teresita moans. “Though your fingers feel nice, Punita.”

“Senpai,” groans Tsubasa with such longing in her voice.

You bottom out in your teacher’s married pussy. you savor the heat of her around you. Pleasure spills through your body as you draw back. She clenches down on you, moaning into Sultana’s pussy. You groan, pulling back almost all the way before you slam to the hilt in her.

Your balls smacking into her bush.

She moans in delight.

You grin at the sounds she makes and draw back again. You thrust away at her. You hammer her hard and fast. You savor every plunge into her pussy. Every thrust into her cunt’s depths. You bury into her with powerful strokes. You revel in that delight. You plunge into her again and again. Her pussy clenches around you, holding you tight as you bury to the hilt in her over and over again.

You plunge hard. Fast. You thrust to the hilt in her. The pleasure flows down your dick. She moans into the fourteen-year-old virgin’s twat. You grin at Sultana as she shudders on her back, your cum running over her body.

“She’s going to make you cum, isn’t she?” you ask.

“Y-yes!” Sultana moans.

“She’s getting you ready for my big dick taking that cherry!”

“So ready!” Sultana gasps. “I… I… Norma!”

The girl bucks as her orgasm sweeps through her. It’s a delicious sight as you drive into the teacher’s hot cunt. She shudders, her hips wiggling from side to side as she licks up the virgin’s juices gushing out.

Norma lets out a throaty moan. As you pull back, her married cunt goes wild. You experience the wonderful feeling of a woman cumming. You savor it as you thrust back into her cunt. You bury to the hilt in her, the pleasure screaming to the tip of your cock.

You erupt in her.

Spurt after spurt of your cum fires into the teacher’s married twat. You throw back your head and growl out the pleasure. The bliss sweeps through you. This wild heat pumps out of your cock. You shudder, the rapture slamming into your mind.

“Fuck, yes!” you groan.

“Go, boyo, go!” moans Bree.

“Baste that teacher’s cunt then fuck the little virgin, cutie!” gasps Sapphire.

“Senpai!” quivers Tsubasa.

“Yes, yes, yes! Fuck Sultana!” squeals Jill.

“This is so hot!” groans Sharron.

You savor their passion echoing around you as you unload spurt after spurt of cum into your teacher’s cunt. She milks you dry. You hit that pinnacle as she moans. Her head lifts up and she quivers as you spill the last in her.

“Mmm, she’s all ready for you,” Norma moans. “Give the virgin what she needs so she can be our perfect model.”

“Yes, ma’am,” you groan and pull out of her.

Norma steps aside and the virgin is waiting. She’s flushed, her legs parted, her shaved pussy dripping with juices. A stain has soaked into the divan’s purple fabric. She stares at you, looking so eager for you.

You kneel on the divan between her thighs. The girls fingering each other all lean in, watching you. The teacher sits down at a table, her legs crossed, her face flushed and dripping with pussy cream. You shudder, then stare down at Sultana.

The Arab virgin stares back up at you.

Licking your chops, you dart your head down and kiss her hungrily on the mouth. She shudders beneath you, her lips working on yours. She’s kissing you with a feverish hunger born from her orgasmic delight. You’re eager to be in her. To make sweet love to this girl.

“Pop that cherry!” Sapphire cheers.

“Mmm, yes,” Juliana moans. “Oh, Reagan! Do that with your thumb.”

“Yes, Juliana!” gasps Reagan.

“Boyo, give that lass a cum she won’t forget.”

“So lucky,” Jill whimpers. “Ooh, Sapphire! I like that!”

You break the kiss with Sultana. “Ready?”

She nods.

You slide up her a bit, since you’re taller than her. You groan as your cock presses into her shaved pussy lips. You grab it, guiding it right to her hymen. That tight membrane stretches across her entrance. You’re so eager to ram through it. You press on it.

She gasps and quivers beneath you. Her cute face scrunches up. Her membrane gives way before your cock. Pops. You plunge into her pussy. Her eyes widen. The deflowered girl makes the cutest sound as you slide into her.

“Yes!” Jill hisses.

“Well done,” Norma moans.

“Yes!” Sultana squeals, her pussy clenching about you as you slide deeper and deeper into her cunt.

Her hot flesh ripples around you. She holds you tight as you bottom out in her. You groan, savoring your second virgin of the day. She’s just as tight as Alyx had been. You grin and draw back your hips. You slide out of her pussy. This heat swells through you.

You squeeze your eyes shut and revel in this heat. Then you plunge forward, your cock slamming to the hilt in her cunt. Your balls smack into her taint. The meaty sound echoes through the classroom while you groan.

It’s incredible to feel this bliss. Your heart pounds rapidly through your chest. You plunge hard and fast into the girl, loving the feel of her cunt around your dick. It’s incredible. You thrust away, plunging into her again and again.

“Oh, oh!” she moans. “That’s amazing! Oh, Habibi! I like this. I like this a lot!”

“So do I,” you groan, staring down at her.

She grins up at you. Her hands shoot up to grab the sides of your face. She pulls you down for a kiss as you thrust away at her deflowered pussy. Her lips are hungry against yours. She squeezes her cunt down around your cock as you bury into her over and over. Your tongues dance.

Girls are gasping and moaning around you. They’re climaxing as they watch you make love to Sultana. You drink in their attention as the ache swells at the tip of your cock. Sultana’s juicy pussy is bringing you closer and closer to that moment of eruption.

Your balls smack into her flesh. She squirms beneath you, the divan shuddering from your movements. It’s incredible to enjoy. You love it, pumping away at her with harder and harder strokes. Her thighs grip you.

“That’s so hot!” squeals Sharron.

“Look at him go!” moans Juliana. “Reagan! You’re making me cum!”

“Boyo, pound that cunny!” gasps Bree.

“So hot!” Teresita moans. “Yes, yes, I love it!”

“Sexy!” Punita moans.

Sultana breaks the kiss with you to gasp, “I’m going to cum! Oh, yes, yes, Habibi! I’m going to cum on your cock. You’re so big!”

“Enjoy it!” you groan, savoring giving the girl bliss. “Savor it.”

Her cunt squeezes around you, your balls coming closer and closer to a boil. Then she squeals, “Yes!”

Her pussy goes wild around your cock. You slam into her climaxing pussy, reveling in her writhing flesh. The pleasure ripples around your dick. You groan, savoring every moment of her sucking at you. Pleasure shoots down your cock to your balls.

You slam into her. Erupt.

“Sultana! Fuck!”

You pump spurt after spurt of your cum into her pussy. You baste her cunt with your jizz. She gasps, her pussy going wild around your dick. You shudder, loving the way she’s writhing and spasming around you.

“That’s it!” gasps Jill. “Sultana, you’re so lucky!”

“Senpai! Senpai!” gasps Tsubasa.

“Oh, Tsubasa, you’re getting turned on. Your pussy’s going wild around my fingers!” moans Sharron.

“Hot!” squeals Punita.

“Oh, that’s it,” groans Norma.

All their moans echo around you as you pump your jizz into Sultana’s pussy. Her cunt ripples around you. She milks you as she gasps out her pleasure. Her face twists in delight. A huge smile crosses her lips.

“This is amazing,” Sultana moans. “Thank you, Habibi.”

“You’re welcome,” you groan, your thoughts wreathe in bliss. “Damn.”

You fire the last of your cum into her pussy and kiss her. Your tongue dances with hers as the classroom bursts with applause and squeals. The girls are celebrating yours and Sultana’s pleasure. She trembles beneath you, happy and satiated.

Then you break the kiss and push up on your arms.

“Okay, okay, looks like we spent too much time getting Sultana ready that we won’t get to finish our paintings,” says Norma as you pull out of Sultana. “But she knows how to capture that just-fucked look like she has now.” The teacher smiles. “In fact, I’m sure our celebrity will be more than happy to start off our next lesson giving Sultana a reminder. So canvas away. Let’s get cleaned up. Put your canvas over there.”

“Damn,” you pant, sliding out of here. “I guess I’ll get to fuck you tomorrow.”

Sultana beams up at you.

“I want to be the model tomorrow,” whimpers Jill.

“Well, we’ll finish these paintings and need new ones,” Norma coos. Then she walks over to you. “And I have to make sure you are getting all your required classes.”

You shift. “I’ve had PE.”

“But no science, civics, or English?” she asks in amusement. “Taking all the fun stuff early?”

“Yeah.”

She laughs. “Well, there’s no science class offered for seniors next period. It’s English or Civics. Sapphire, Bree, and Juliana, what are you girls taking next?”

“It’s English for me,” says Sapphire. She grins at you. “There’s a few Angels in it if you want to convince me they’re not all bad.”

“Bree and I are in Civics together,” says Juliana. “Want to come and study law and rights and all that fun stuff with us?”

You glance at Bree. More time with her. She bits her lips, looking thoughtful. She still hasn’t given you an answer. But it also means watching what you say since Juliana will no doubt be around. English with Sapphire doesn’t sound much more stimulating, but all your classes have turned naughty. Besides, she seems like someone worth getting to know better. Someone you can trust. Maybe this is a good chance.

Either way, you’re going to have to take them both today. Three periods left. English or Civics?

To be continued…

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