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Story Codes: Teen male/Female, Oral Sex, Violence, School, Teacher, Spanking

For a list of all parts, click here

Comments are very welcome. I would like all criticism, positive and negative, so long as it’s
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Click here for Chapter 13.

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Note: Thanks to Alex for beta reading this!

“Mein Gott,” groans Katrina. “What have you done, Lilly?”

“I can’t be punished again,” the scared Lilly whimpers.

“You won’t be,” you growl in anger. You’re done with this shit. The Inquisition Squad? They’re a bunch of girls. You’re not going to let them hurt Katrina or even Lilly. She might have betrayed you, but she’s scared. They traumatized her.

This school is fucked up.

The members of the Inquisition Squad are right outside the door to the computer lab. You didn’t find out half what you wanted to know with the hacking attempt. Only some weird stuff like they have no record of girls who graduated and they are tracking student’s health, waiting for them to be mature.

Subjects…

Subjects in what?

The door opens and two girls you know enter. Juliana Ellis, the second in command of the Inquisition Squad, has a hard look on her face. Her blonde hair is gathered into twin braids, giving her forehead a tight and smooth quality. Her hazel eyes are angry. Behind her is Maurenee. You don’t know her that well, but she’s the member of the Inquisition Squad you saw lying on the couch sleeping in the dorm’s entry room clutching her teddy bear. She had looked so lost then.

Now she just looks fierce.

“Hacking the school files?” Juliana says, glaring at you. “We’ve been giving you a lot of leeway on account of who you are, but this can’t stand. Come with us for punishment.”

“And if I tell you to fuck yourselves?” you ask, standing tall. Strong. They’re just a pair of girls. You might not have your memory back, but you know you played football. You can throw these girls to the ground. “I want some fucking answers. What is going on here?”

“Education,” Juliana says, advancing.

Maurene splits off to the right, her brassy-brown hair spilling about her pale face. She plays with the heavy signet ring on her finger that all members of the Inquisition Squad and the student council wear. She doesn’t look happy at all.

“Education,” you sneer. “Let’s go talk to the headmistress right now. I want answers. Headmistress Warren is going to give them to me.”

Juliana glares at you. “Submit, or we will force you.”

“It was my id—” Katrina starts to say.

“I made them both do it,” you growl. “And I don’t give a shit. I’m not going to let you spank me.”

“You think it’s spanking for resisting the Inquisition Squad?” Juliana asks, advancing on the balls of her feet. Maurene is coming in from your left. “You are in for a world of hurt.”

You spring forward at her. Juliana gasps as you grab her arm and twist it behind her back. You spin her around and crash her into a desk. You bend her over it, pushing her down with ease. She gasps in shock.

Maurene charges in, footsteps heavy. You turn and, holding Juliana down one-handed, thrust out your other hand. She punches at you, her signet ring flying for your face. You seize her wrist, too. She gasps as you swing her body and crash her into a desk. She falls over a rolling computer chair and hits the ground hard.

“What do you think you two are going to do to me?” you demand. “I’m going to get some answers. This place is fucked up.”

“Mein Frechdachs,” whimpers Katrina. She stares at you in shocked awe.

“No, no, no, stud,” groans Lilly, clutching her face. She’s trembling, sobbing.

“Now we’re going to go see Headmistress Warren, and I’m going to get some fucking answers out of this place,” you say, twisting Juliana’s arm. “Do you understand.”

“You don’t understand nothing,” Juliana hisses, her left arm reaching back at you, her voice strained. You twist her arm harder.

She gasps and then she smacks the back of her left hand at you. The signet ring strikes you. A jolt of current explodes. Pain slams into every inch of your body. A stupefying amount of agony. Your entire body convulses as you hit the ground hard. You’re twitching, your mind was driven back.

You lie in a daze. Voices echo around you. Shouting. Yelling. You’re being moved. You want to say something, but your entire body feels limp. Paralyzed. Your eyelids are too heavy to even open. Your mind drifts.

“…why did he have to get nosy…?” someone asks. Maybe Juliana.

“…pity…”

“…so cute…”

“…keep carrying him…”

The sounds drift through your mind. You come to consciousness long enough to get a word or two, to hear that a few girls, maybe four or five, are around you. They’re carrying you. You can feel their hands on your limp body.

“…sorry, Master…” Terra whispers. You recognize hers over the others, full of regret. Why is she helping? Are her loyalties to the Inquisition Squad and not you? Despite all she did today, receiving her own punishment she experienced, she’s still loyal to the Squad.

You hear something whisk open, a smooth yet mechanical sound. The slap of feet you hear is on metal now. It echoes around you. You groan, confused at where you are. Where are they taking you? But your mind drifts from your body again.

Next time you come to, you feel like you’re manacled to a wall, arms overhead, legs spread wide. No, not the wall, your reclined at an angle. You’re lying on something hard. Cool. Metal. You can hear talking around you.

“One day,” a voice growls. An older woman. One of the teachers? You struggle to place the voice. “One day, and he rebelled against the programming.”

“A glitch?” another says. “His conditioning wasn’t enough?”

“This isn’t good. Do we discard him and hope we find another?”

“No, no. He’s just what the Circle needs. We start again. Reset.”

“That’s a lot of work. A lot of mines to tamper with.”

“What about the girls he deflowered? We can’t restore them.”

“Hymens break for lots of reasons. We have to proceed.”

“We’re lucky Lilly Pond broke. If she didn’t warn us…”

“He didn’t learn anything of importance. And it doesn’t matter. He won’t remember any of this. This is too important for the Circle. Begin the procedure.”

“Pro… ce… dure…” you croak.

“Is he coming around?” A laugh. “He is a strong one.”

“That’s why we chose him. Begin the process.”

You feel a prick in your thigh. Then a coolness spreads. A lethargy spills over you and…

…Everything feels fuzzy to you. You don’t feel like you have a body. You’re drifting through a gray universe. For how long? You don’t know. You feel like there is something important just out of reach. Something that you need to remember but…

Then something is pulling at you. A suction. You are floating up to it. No, being dragged. The gray murk gives way to colors. Vibrant reds and exhilarating oranges. Bright yellows pulse with the powerful force drawing you up and up. You are flowing into something… real. Physical. You groan. It’s… pleasure.

A warm, wet delight is around your cock.

You’re momentarily surprised by this until you remember that you have a cock. You’ve used it before, been with girls. A lot of girls. You have a feeling that you had a wild day where you fucked so many girls and even teachers.

There are a few that are just on the edges of your memory. Their faces should be so strong. Why can’t you see them?

…boyo…

…mein Frechdachs…

…loverboy…

…Master…

Those words, each spoken by a different girl, resound through your mind. There’s a girl sobbing, but…

It’s hard to focus on them when there’s a hot mouth around your dick. You’re being blown.

You can feel your body, coming awake. You were in some sort of dreamless sleep. You shudder as that hungry mouth is pulling towards full consciousness. You’re almost there. Her tongue slides around the crown of your cock.

You love that feeling.

A groan rumbles from your throat. You’re almost fully awake. Your hands clenched, seizing sheets. You can hear her sucking. This wet sound. You shift on a bed, your head on a mattress. You can smell something antiseptic like a doctor’s office.

But why would a woman be so enthusiastically blowing you at a hospital?

Her soft lips work up and down your cock. She’s skilled, rubbing the crown of your cock around the roof of her mouth. Your tip slides towards the back of her throat. You brush it and then she slides back up your cock. Your eyes dance. You’re so close to waking up now. So close to bursting out of sleep.

You groan. That sucking is drawing you so close to waking. You’re almost there. Your balls tighten from the force of her nursing. Your eyes flutter. Then they snap open, light shining in them making you blink a few times.

You stare up at a drop ceiling set with panels of fluorescent lights. It’s like the thousands you’ve seen in offices or schools. Confusion ripples through you. For a moment, you remember sobbing. Two girls that you had to protect from.. from…

That sucking voice draws your attention down your fit and muscular body. You’re young, seventeen. Your cock, thrusting from your bush, rises up to the lips of a Hispanic beauty. Her golden-brown cheeks hollow as she sucks. Her dark eyes watch you as she worships your dick. On her head is a white cap with a red cross on it?

“Nurse?” you ask. There’s something so familiar about this. Like you’ve dreamed of having your dick sucked by a sexy nurse in one of those old uniforms from the fifties or something.

Or from a Halloween store.

You can see she has a white blouse that hugs her round breasts. They sway as she bobs her head. Her eyes smolder as she nurses on your dick with such hunger. Your balls tighten, the pleasure rushing through your body. She purrs in delight as she nurses on you, reveling in this.

“What?” you groan, wondering if you’re still dreaming. You must be. You’ve dreamed this before, haven’t you?

But it’s so real. So intense. You groan, watching her rump wiggling back and forth. It’s a curvy delight hugged by a white miniskirt. She’s standing beside the bed, not kneeling on it, letting you glimpse her thighs covered in white stockings. No, thigh-highs. You can just see the tops peeking out from beneath her skirt.

“Damn, aren’t you a sexy one,” you groan. It feels right having your dick sucked. Like this is a place you know where every woman or girl will drop to her knees to worship your dick.

You feel like you’re in a place where you’re the luckiest dude in the world. In heaven.

You have a hot, Latina nurse sucking on your dick.

“Yeah, you’re just a hungry one, aren’t you?” you growl. You are never one to shy away from dirty talk. You’ve been with women her age before. MILFs. You can feel it. You’ve fucked them. Dominated them. Teachers begging for your cock. Girls howling for your dick. Orgies in classrooms and dorms. They’re all faceless, just out of reach. “Just hungry for my cum, aren’t you?”

The nurse nods and moans around your cock. The pleasure hums around the tip of your dick, caressing it. You shudder at how amazing her lips are. She’s sucking with such passion. Your balls twitch and you can feel a load of cum building and building in your nuts.

You’re going to pump your spunk down her throat. This sultry, sexy nurse will swallow every drop. She’ll gulp it all down with such hunger. You love it. You groan, gripping the sheets as she sucks with all that might.

You love it.

“Damn, this is one way to treat a patient,” you groan. For a moment, a vague pain, dull but throbbing, aches across your temple. You brush it, feeling a knot rising like you’ve taken a blow to the head. “Fuck, do you do this to all the guys you treat?”

She slides her mouth up your shaft, sucking the entire way. Then her lips pop off your dick. “Well, you’re the first male student at the school. I haven’t had a chance to nurse any other guys. Maybe I would. Or maybe you’re just special.”

She winks at you then re-engulfs your cock in that warm heaven.

The only guy in the school? Somehow, despite how that can’t be true, it must be. It feels right. You’ve come to someplace… special. Like a heaven. A place brimming with schoolgirls. You don’t know how you can know that, but you feel it.

Though a school nurse shouldn’t suck your dick, you have a feeling that’s how this school works. Wherever this school is. You groan, your cock throbbing in her mouth. You’re rising towards that orgasm, getting closer and closer to that eruption. She’s skilled.

Just like last time. Though… you know this has never happened before.

Her cute ass wiggles as she blows you. Her mouth slides faster and faster up and down your dick. She knows you’re on the verge of erupting. She’s starving for your cum. Her dark eyes flutter. She moans her delight.

You reach out and just manage to rest your hand on her rump. You love the feel of her asscheek flexing beneath her miniskirt. She’s either sans panties or wearing a thong because you can feel nothing else between her and that bubbly butt. You give her a squeeze. She coos in delight around your dick, the sound bringing you close to erupting.

You groan, savoring her sucking.

The pressure grows in your nuts. You shudder, eager to erupt into her mouth. You know this nurse is a swallower. She didn’t waste your cum last…

No, you’ve never been with her. Don’t know her, but you know she’s not a spitter. Not with how hungry she’s loving your dick. She wants to guzzle down every drop of cum you have. You shudder on the bed, so close.

“Shit!” you groan, that sense of deja vu spilling through you. “You better get ready, because I’m going to flood your mouth…”

Haven’t you said this before?

But before you can contemplate that, she sucks hard and you erupt.

You fire your cum into her hungry mouth. You spasm on the hospital bed as the surge of pleasure slams through your body. You can never get tired of this sensation. Your jizz spurts out of you again and again. You empty your nuts into her mouth.

Her cheeks bulge with your seed. Then she’s gulping it down. She’s swallowing it all down. You grin, loving that noise. There’s nothing sexier than a woman swallowing your jizz.

You fire the last blast of your cum into the Hispanic nurse’s mouth. You groan, your body buzzing with the delight, stars dancing over your vision. The pleasure blazes through your veins while you shudder through the final moments of your climax.

“Fuck,” you pant. “You sure know how to take care of a guy.”

The nurse pops her mouth off your cock. “Well, it’s not like we get a lot of guys here.”

“Yeah, Saint Miriam High’s an all-girls school, right?” you ask, that name rising out your mind.

“Oh, good, you know where you are,” she says.

“I guess,” you say, not sure where that knowledge came from. “If it’s an all-girls school, why am I here?”

“Mmm, a lawsuit,” she says. “Our founders wanted to have a place for girls to come and not be distracted by boys while they received their education. That way they can be free to be themselves. But the law says we can’t discriminate, so you’re part of a test.”

“A subject?” you ask.

“Not that sort of test,” she says and laughs. “A test to find out if we can include boys in the curriculum. It’s a very… open one. And I am sure the girls will love you. That’s why you’re here.”

You rub at your head and wince. “I don’t remember coming here, though? God, my head is pounding.”

“I’d be careful prodding that,” she says. “You took a nasty hit to the head. The headmistress is sorry about that.”

“Headmistress Warren?” you ask, that name rising out of your memory.

Something feels so damned familiar about this. “I was.. on a tour of the school and… and… Terra hit me in the head with a volleyball.”

“Good, good, I was afraid you getting hit in the head would cause some memory issues. Though I thought it was someone other than Terra who hit you in the head.”

You shrug. “Well, I definitely am having some problems remembering things,” you say as you stare at her blouse. She has a name-tag clipped to the front. And boy did that blouse hug her round breasts. Her nipples poke prominently against the thin material, proving she not only wore no underwear, but she had on no bra.

This school was insane.

B. Abraca as her name. God, she is sexy. She just blew you. You throb. This place feels so weird. “So it’s really a school of all girls.”

“One hundred and sixty between the four grades,” she says as she turns around and heads to a desk, her ass swaying in that tight miniskirt. “Let me just fill out this form, and then I’ll take you to see the headmistress. She’s very worried about you. Headmistress Warren is someone who cares greatly about her students.”

“Yeah,” you say, drooling as she bends over to fill it out, thrusting that ass at you. Your cock throbs as her skirt rides up to expose the tops of her white stockings and a few inches of her golden-brown thighs.

What sort of school is this? The nurse is wearing a stripper’s version of a nurse’s outfit. Or something a slut would wear on Halloween. This place feels surreal. You shake your head, sensing that it’s a hedonistic place. Dorms where girls have all-night orgies of lesbian passion. Classes taught by teachers who don’t have a problem fingering a girl’s twat in the middle of lessons. Wrestling matches over a guy’s hard dick.

There’s a mystery here. Something that you ache to solve. And yet… something tightens in your stomach. Worry.

“Okay, there,” the nurse says as she straightens. She adjusts her skirt. “Let’s go see the headmistress.”

“Sure,” you say, sliding off the bed. You’re naked, but you feel like that won’t matter one bit.

“My, aren’t you a bold one,” the nurse says as you march across the room, your cock thrusts out hard before you. “Mmm, the girls will love seeing a stud like you walking around. Certainly would open the eyes of the freshman. I bet many of them haven’t seen a cock at all, let alone a big one like yours.”

You flash her a huge grin. “Big, huh? Maybe we could hold off seeing the headmistress. I could introduce you to just how big I am.”

“Are you suggesting that you slip your cock inside of me?” she asks, her brown eyes widening in feigned innocence.

“What a rapacious young man you are…” echoes in your mind moments before she says, “What a rapacious young man you are. But I have my orders. The blowjob was… a medical treatment. I had to wake you up somehow, didn’t I?” She pouts which is exciting. For a woman in her thirties, she was coquettish.

You like it. You just wish you could shake this strange deja vu.

“Well, here is your uniform.” She picks a pair of black slacks and tosses them at you. “Put this on. Your shirt’s over here.” It’s draped over the back of a chair. “And don’t forget the tie. It might not look like it, but there is a uniform code here at St. Miriam.”

You nod as she heads to her desk and sits down. She’s watching you, though, as you dress. She didn’t give you any underwear, but you just pull on the slacks, feeling so baffled and bemused. How can a place you have no memory of feel so damned familiar?

You shake your head. You played football… somewhere. Your past feels so hazy, just out of reach. Your career started in elementary school when you played peewee football. It has taught you that head injuries can do strange things to people.

As you zip up, you realize you can’t remember your name. Your parents’ faces are misty, so are any teachers or friends. If you weren’t still riding the high of the blowjob, that might concern you. Sighing, you give a shake of your head.

“You’re seventeen, right?” the nurse asks and you realize she’s been filling out some paperwork.

“Yeah,” you say, sure of that much.

“And let’s see, your name is…” She says a name. It doesn’t quite feel right. Some of the nicknames echoing through your mind feel better, but you guess that’s your name.

“Sure, that’s me.”

“And do you have any allergies? I should probably know that now.”

“Don’t think so,” you say. You finish buttoning up the dress shirt and tuck that into your pants. Then you don the tie and make the knot with a skill. It’s shocking. You can’t remember why you know how to do this.

“All done,” you say. “Any more questions.

“I think that’s it,” she says and stands up. She heads to the door. You follow that fine, fine ass of hers, your cock already hard again. She opens the door, and you know a heaven of schoolgirls awaits. All these nubile fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, and seventeen-year-old hotties eager to enjoy your dick.

The only real one on campus.

You follow the nurse out into a hallway. The walls are the beige-white that all institutions like schools and government buildings seem to use. It was like there was one hue they had all agreed upon and stuck with it.

Doors line it with windows in them that look on empty classrooms. You pause at one. It has seats arranged in a circle instead of with desks. You have the wickedest flash of girls moving around playing, of all things, musical chairs.

And sinking their pussies down on your cock.

“You okay?” she asks. “Is their a cutie in there?”

“No,” you say. “I’m new here, right?”

“Yeah, you just arrived and minutes later got hit in the head.”

“Oh, okay,” you say, wondering why do you feel like you’ve been here.

“We’re on the first floor,” she says. “This is where you’re going to find the science classes and art classes. The cafeteria is in the north wing.”

“That’s straight ahead, right?” you say. “And the auditorium’s in the south wing behind us?”

“Yeah,” she says, smiling at you. “Now we’re heading to administration, which is at the front right when you walk in.”

Made sense.

Hallways cross ahead and you think, Two girls are about to walk by in cheer outfits and holding hands.

But it’s not two girls in cheer outfits. It’s a green-haired and a Korean girl in pink-and-black tartan skirts so short they belong in a porno. They have crisp, white blouses and matching bow ties. They both freeze at the sight of you. Then they lean in and whisper to each other. There’s an intimacy about them. Something about how they’re holding hands. The green-haired girl, her hair cut to a short bob, has eyes almost the same hue. They study you with interest.

“He is cute,” the Korean girl purrs. She has her glossy, black hair gathered in a braid, her brown eyes blazing with interest. “Hope you join my dorm. Angels fly the highest.”

“Oh, no, boyo,” the green-haired girl says.

You shiver at her saying that. It echoes through your mind in a hundred different ways. A loving sigh, full of amusement, gasping out in orgasmic rapture. You pause.

“Do I know you?” you ask.

“I doubt that,” she says. “Been here for the last three years, boyo. But I’d love to get to know you.” She winks a green eye at you. “I’m Bree. And you want to choose the Devas. We’re the best dorm in the senior class.”

“Oh, no, it’s the Angels that are the best, loverboy,” the Korean says.

That word, too, echoes through your mind. It’s so maddeningly familiar. But you’ve never been here before. Couldn’t possibly know these two girls and yet… Your heart has that wild beat in it, that exhilaration you’ve felt before. That sting of love’s passion.

“I have to take him to the headmistress’s office,” Nurse Abraca says. “I’m sure you cuties can get your hands on his cock later.”

“Devas!” Bree says as the Korean girl pulls her away. “Don’t listen to Ji-Young. You’ll have more fun with us. We’ll have an orgy tonight. Ten hotties, me included, boyo.”

“Oh, no,” Ji-Young objects. “The Angels will suck you dry! You can watch us fuck with strap-ons while we take turns riding your cock.”

You let the nurse pull you away, your dick throbbing. This place really is heaven. “Those skirts are short. I love the vibe here.”

“Yes, we are a very open school,” the nurse says. “We encourage young girls to express their pent-up desires in a safe and supportive manner. It’s traditionally why we’re an all-girls’ school so there are no life-changing consequences. But, we have to modernize. It’s a good thing we’ve started the girls on the pill. I can’t imagine the sort of incidents that will happen with you here.”

“Pity,” you say. There are so many nubile girls here.

The nurse gives you a sly look and bumps her hip into yours.

She leads you towards a pair of double doors that are propped out. You can see a green lawn that leads to an Alpine forest out in the distance, but she doesn’t lead you out of it. She takes you into the first door on the right. This one a sign on it reading: “Administration.”

You frown at the secretary’s desk. Flashes of crouching behind it as girls talk out in the hallway. You weren’t supposed to be here. Why? There is something strange about this place. Your fingers tingle. Would getting hit in the head by a volleyball really cause you to lose all your memory but you wouldn’t suffer any other consequences.

You ponder those words as the nurse leads you down a short hallway, passing the office for the counselor and the deputy headmistress. It ends at the headmistress’s. Nurse Abraca knocks smartly on it, saying. “He’s awake.”

“Oh, good,” a woman says. “Send him in.”

The nurse smiles at you and purrs, “Now you be a good boy. I’m sure the headmistress will give you a reward if you are.”

She smacks you on the rump as she leaves.

You rub your ass. Had she done that before? Shaking your head, you open the door and enter the headmistress’s office. You’ve seen the like before at other schools. A small office with a few shelves holding various educational books.

The woman herself is the most stunning thing in the room.

She’s waiting for you perched on the edge of her desk, her legs crossed and looking so sultry. She wears her dark-brown hair in a bun, but this doesn’t make her seem like a spinster or a schoolmarm. With her dainty glasses, it makes her seem like a naughty librarian. A hungry Mrs. Robinson who’s eager to devour a young man.

Being eaten by her will be delicious.

She leans forward, her large breasts swelling her low-cut, pink blouse. A ruffled collar follows that plunging neckline, making her cleavage enticing. Dark nylons cling to her lush legs, but an inch of pale skin peeks out from the top of the stockings and the hem of her skirt. Your dick throbs while she studies you with the hunger of a she-wolf.

Flashes of you fucking her on the desk fill your mind. Your brow furrows.

“Do you remember me?” she asks. “I was so worried when you were hurt? You shouldn’t remember me, right?”

“Just some deja vu,” you say. “I don’t really remember you. Not really. Which is hard to imagine considering how you are dressed like that.”

“You like it?” she asks, sounding pleased, even relieved. Like she was glad you didn’t remember anything.

Did you really get hit by a volleyball? It’s hard to think with your dick so hard.

“I do,” you say, licking your lips. “You’re Headmistress Warren.”

“Mmm, yes, Doris Warren. I administrate St. Miriam School for Young Ladies.”

She uncrosses her lush legs, her skirt sliding up and showing more of her pale, upper thighs. She snags your tie with one hand and hooks her leg around your waist. She pulls you close to her in a way that’s so familiar. And so enticing.

There’s something wrong about this place but also so fucking right.

You don’t hesitate to grab her large tits through her low-cut blouse. You squeeze those soft mounds. It’s obvious that she has no bra beneath. You grin at her as she moans, letting you grope her tits.

“Bold boy,” she purrs, her voice throaty. “I’m so sorry you got smacked in the head.” She pulls on your tie, lowering your head enough to kiss the knot. “I’ll.”

SMOOCH!

“Make you.”

SMOOCH!

“Feel all better.”

SMOOCH!

You have flashes of fucking her just like this. Pounding her in this position. “What a naughty headmistress you are to let me get hurt.”

“So naughty,” she purrs. “Mmm, I won’t let you get hurt again. Not before I get to know you.”

“Oh?” you ask and then you pull back from her.

“Bad boy?” she gasps as you break free from her embrace.

“Bad headmistress,” you say. You don’t like this familiar feeling. You want to do something different. You grab her and pull her off her desk. She gasps as you spin her around and bend her over it, pinning her down, her ass thrust out at you.

“Ooh, what are you doing to me, bad boy?” she whimpers, her rump wiggling. You can feel her excitement. Whatever is going on here, the way they pant after you is real. Maybe you knew this place was like that and had been dreaming about it for the weeks coming up, imagining all the things you would do.

What’s the alternative? They wiped your memory and then everyone’s pretending like they don’t know you? That makes no fucking sense.

You rip up her skirt. “You’ve been a naughty, naughty headmistress,” you growl as you drag her skirt up and over her rump. No panties. Just like with the nurse. Does anyone wear them here? Did Bree and Ji-Young have on nothing beneath their skirts? “You need to be punished.”

“Ooh, punish me, bad boy,” she coos.

She has a dark-brown bush between her thighs, trimmed and dripping in her juices. She’s so wet for this. So eager to be spanked by you. Your dick throbs in your pants as she lets you do this to her. She wants you that badly.

Heaven indeed.

SMACK!

Your hand falls on her rump. Her pale, ivory cheek blazes red.

“I’m so sorry for letting you get hurt!” she moans, wiggling her hips from side to side. “Yes, yes, I was so bad for allowing everything that went wrong. I should have paid more attention to you. Watched out for you. You’re not like the girls. You’re strong. Dominating.”

SMACK!

“You like that, huh?” you growl, your hand resting on her butt-cheek, feeling the warmth rising in her flesh. You squeeze it.

“Yes!” she hisses, her back arching. “It’s been so long. I was so careless. Yes, yes, keep disciplining me. I was so bad for failing you!”

You lift your hand from her rump.

SMACK!

Your dick throbs as her butt-cheek ripples from the impact. She moans, her butt-cheeks clenching. Both are red now. The sting ripples across your own palm. You want to rip out your cock and fuck her. This is so exciting to discipline not just a teacher, but the headmistress.

SMACK!

“Yes! Yes!” she moans, squirming. Her desk creaks. She bumps her computer monitor. It rocks. “Keep punishing me. Don’t stop!”

A spicy aroma rises in the air. You breathe it in, savoring the scent. She’s growing more and more aroused. Her bush has more drops of dew on them, beads of passion that beg to have your cock slamming into her cunt.

SMACK!

“Are you going to let me get hurt again?” you demand.

“No!” she moans, her passion thick and throaty. “No, no, no!” She wiggles her hips. “I’m going to keep you safe, bad boy!”

SMACK!

Her back arches. “Oh, god, I’m going to protect you. You’re so sexy. I need your cock in me! I need to feel that big dick in me aga… right now. I want it. I was such a bad teacher. Fuck me like a slut! Use me, bad boy!”

“Fuck,” you growl, her ass so bright red. Her words are intoxicating. Impossible to avoid. You attack the fly of your pants. You fumble out your hard cock and aim it right at her furred muff dripping in her juices.

You breathe in her spicy passion and thrust.

Her silky curls spill out of the way moments before you hit the hot folds of her labia. They spread around your cock. She gasps, her welted ass squeezing tight. She trembles as you go deeper and deeper into her cunt. Her hot and juicy flesh grips you. Massages you.

It’s incredible being in the older woman.

“Oh, my god, yes!” she moans. “I’ve missed this!”

“My cock?” you growl.

“No, no, just any cock!” She squeezes around your cunt but almost doesn’t sound convincing.

But why would she lie about you fucking her?

You shudder and grab her hips. You grip her and pump away at her. You fuck your dick into her cunt with hard strokes. Powerful strokes. You ram into her over and over again. You shudder, feeling that amazing cunt massaging your dick.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she moans, her hips wiggling from side to side. “That’s it. Ooh, that’s it, fuck my cunt. Ram that dick into me.”

You thrust hard at her. You fuck the headmistress like the slut she is. She’s gasping, moaning, squeezing her cunt down around your dick. She loves your young cock fucking her mature twat. She’s a MILF. You can just tell. A mother getting her twat reamed by a stud old enough to date her daughter.

She has a daughter, you think, not sure how you know that.

You plant your hands on either side of her desk and you fuck into her. You plow into her snatch hard and fast. You enjoy the headmistress’s hot cunt squeezing about your dick, massaging your cock. You groan as she moans, her reddened butt-cheeks jiggling from your hard impacts.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she pants, clearly savoring every thrust into her cunt. “Ram that dick into me, bad boy!”

You grin, savoring ramming into her snatch. You love that hot cunt gripping you. Massaging you. You’re going to erupt in her. Fire every blast of jizz into her snatch that you can. You groan, your balls tightening from the bliss of burying into her again and again.

Her pussy squeezes about you. She holds you tight. It’s incredible. Delicious. Outstanding. You groan, loving every second. Every last thrust into her tight twat. You pant, pumping away with your powerful strokes. You drive into her depths.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she moans, undulating her hips, stirring her cunt around your dick. “That’s it. That’s so good. Oh, yes, yes, you’re going to make me explode!”

“Good!” you pant, thrusting into her twat’s depths. Her pussy squeezes about you. “Let me feel that naughty cunt go wild, Headmistress! Show me who owns that cunt!”

“Oh, god, you’re such a bad boy!”

“You love it. You love having your student bend you over the desk and fuck that slutty cunt hard!”

“Yes!”

Her pussy clamps down on your dick. The friction is incredible. You’re burying into her again and again. You thrust into her snatch with power. Strength. You bury into her with such rapture. Such ecstasy. It’s amazing. Ecstatic. You pump away at her cunt as hard as you can.

Your balls tighten. You have another load of cum building and building in you despite that big load you dumped into Nurse Abraca’s mouth. But you know that this place is special. You’ll be having all the orgasms you want.

Fucking all the whores you want.

“Oh, fuck!” you growl. “Oh, shit, that’s good. Squeeze that cunt down on me. I want to feel that twat spasming. Show me how much of a whore you are, Headmistress!”

“Keep ramming that dick into me, and you’ll find out!” she pants as you slam into her. “Ooh, you’re such a bad boy! Yes, yes, fucking me like this!”

You plant your hands on the desk and slam into her cunt. She squeezes about you, gripping you. The pleasure of her twat brings you closer and closer to cumming. To explode in her cunt. You shudder, this heat building and building in your balls.

Her reddened butt-cheeks jiggle. The headmistress’s moans echo throughout the room. They resound about you as you slam into that juicy snatch. You love it. This is a school that has benefits. It’s heavenly.

And so familiar.

“Oh, my god, that’s so good!” she moans. “I love this dick. Oh, bad boy, you have to fuck me all the time! I need this dick!”

“I promise,” you groan, slamming into her. “Oh, damn, that’s good. That’s fucking good!”

She squeezes that snatch around you, swelling that ache. You shudder, the pressure heading for that explosive peak as you bury into her. You plunge to the hilt in her cunt. You slam every inch of your dick into her and then draw back.

She gasps, squirming on her desk. Her pussy clenches about you. That wonderful heat ripples through your body. Your balls suckle with such majesty. With such passion. You throw back your head and slam to the hilt in her.

You erupt.

You fire your cum into her snatch. You pump over and over and over again into her pussy. You shudder, unloading every drop of cum you have into her snatch. You shudder, your cock unleashing every bit you have in her.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” you gasp.

“Oh, bad boy, flood my cunt!” she moans. “That’s what I need. Oh, my god, that’s so good. Yes!”

You shudder as her twat milks your dick. She works out every drop of spunk that’s brimming in your balls. You shudder, your mind blazing with the heat of this moment. You growl through the bliss. You groan as you fire the last of your cum into her, stars dancing before your eyes.

“Shit,” you pant. “Goddamn, you’re an inspiring headmistress, aren’t you?”

“Mmm, yes,” she moans. “You are going to cause quite the stir this year, aren’t you, bad boy?”

“I fucking am,” you say. “I’m going to fuck every girl here.”

“Good luck,” she moans. “Mmm, I know you’ll do it.”

“I will,” you say and slide out of her. “That blow to the head really messed up my noggin. I feel like I’ve done this before.”

She laughs. It almost sounds forced as she straightens up and shoves down her skirts. “Trust me, bad boy, I would remember getting fucked by you. Poor Gayathri really spiked the ball hard into your head. She’s feeling so bad. She’s the student council vice president. A junior. You might get to meet her in some of your electives, but you’ll be spending most of your time around the senior girls.”

“Gayathri?” you say. “Exotic.”

“Indian,” she says. “We are proud to have a diverse student body.” She marches ahead. “Though now we have our first male student, so we’re diversifying in another way.” She giggles. “Thanks to the permissive atmosphere, you’ll find the girls, especially the seniors, are chomping at the bit for a bad boy to fuck them. Though the freshman might be shy.”

“I’m ready to ride them all.”

“I bet.” She laughs. “Well, let’s finish our tour.”

“I think I remember some of it,” you say. “Gym’s off that way, right. And dorms are behind us.”

She nods.

She leads you out to the main doors and into the warm afternoon. Evening approaches, a reddish hue staining the sunlight as it reaches for the horizon. Trees dot the lawn as it rolls out to the brick wall surrounding the campus. A dense pine forest stretches beyond it. Those trees cloak the slopes of the mountains that rise around you, peaks capped in ice and snow. The wrought iron gate is closed, the road beyond it snaking out of sight.

You spot girls everywhere. A pair is French kissing. One is younger than the other.

“Damn,” you mutter.

“Mmm, some mentoring,” the headmistress purrs. “Cassie Fear, the freshman, is getting some encouragement from Krystal Montgomery. They’re both on the basketball team.”

Krystal’s hand vanishes beneath Cassie’s skirt, much to the freshman girl’s obvious delight.

“Damn, I love this school,” you say, cock throbbing.

“What boy doesn’t?” she asks. “All you have to do is have fun, get an education, and not worry about anything. We’re a little strange here, but that’s nothing to be concerned about.”

She gives you the tour, but everything feels familiar. It must be from before you got hit in the head. Girls are everywhere, sitting at benches and tables. Some are studying, others are making out. But it’s beneath the shadow of the trees that the real fun is happening. Girls sixty-nining, tribbing, and fucking each other with strap-ons.

This truly is schoolgirl heaven.

She points out the cottages the teachers live in, noting that hers is in the center. She gets hers all to herself while the rest of the staff has to share theirs. You can’t help but grin at the naughty implication in her voice. “If you ever need anything, my door is open to you.”

“There he is,” a voice purrs.

You turn around and—

Ice water plunges through you at the sight of a blonde girl with her hair in pigtails. She has hazel eyes and a big smile. You don’t know why the sight of her unnerves you. She’s no different than the other girls, wearing the same schoolgirl blouse and short skirt. She has a heavy signet ring on her right hand, her finger idly playing with it.

You swallow.

Beside her is another girl that makes you feel uneasy. She has brassy-brown hair that falls in curls about her shoulders. She looks at you with a forced smile on her lips and a nervous sway to her hips. Her skirt rustles about her thighs.
“How are you feeling?” the blonde says, her smile not touching her eyes. “I hope you are more careful this time. I’d hate for you to get hit in the head with a volleyball again.”

“Yeah,” you say carefully. You swallow. You have a memory of… pain. Lightning. Flashes of confusing nonsense.

“This is Juliana,” says Headmistress Warren, her voice a tad tight. “She’s the head of the Inquisition Squad. They are part of the student council. Make sure the girls, and you, obey the rules.”

“I just started out at my new post,” says Juliana. “If you ever need anything, we’ll be here to help you out. Just be careful. Right, Maurene?”

The girl beside her nods her head. You have a flash of her sleeping on her side, holding a teddy bear. Then it’s swallowed by the fog smothering your memory.

“Enjoy the school,” says Juliana and then the pair heads off.

You swallow. “She’s, uh, intense.”

“Yes,” says the headmistress. “Just don’t break the rules, and you’ll be fine. Come on, the heads of the dorms should be ready for you.”

You finish circling the main building and find four girls waiting for you before the entrance. They all are your age and are wearing their blouses tied off to expose their midriffs and cup their breasts. It’s like they want to make sure you notice them.

“Is this him? Ms. Warren?”

“Mmm, he’s handsome.”

“Ooh, I want him in my dorm.”

“You’re going to love my pussy!” the last girl says and lifts up her skirt to flash a shaved twat at you. Her hair has been dyed teal while her brown eyes smolder with heat. “So you want to join my dorm.”

“Naw, you want mine,” says the cutie with the small titties. She wears her brown hair in a thick braid. “Trust me, the Devas’ Dorm is where it’s at.” She holds up her camera. “We have a lot of fun. You should see the pics I take.”

“This is Meg Hargrave,” Ms. Warren says. “She’s head of the Devas’ Dorm.”

“Bree’s in your dorm right,” you say, that green-haired Irish chick bursting in your memory.

“Yep.”

“Tina is the head of the Demonettes,” the Headmistress purrs, pointing at the teal-haired girl.

Tina coos. “We like to live up to our name.”

“Cool,” you say. That’s not the dorm the Korean girl is in. Her and Bree really are stuck in your mind. They make your heart tingle.

“Mmm, but you should join the Tennyo,” says the bustiest girl. She undoes her knot and just lets her large tits bounce out. The soft boobs have such a delicious sway to them. She shakes her shoulders, making them bounce. “Why settle for some itty, bitty titties when you can have mine?”

“Fuck,” you groan. That’s tempting, but she’s not representing the right dorm.

“That’s Mariah Grenville,” the headmistress says.

“Don’t let her sell the Angels short,” the redhead says. “I’m Daphne, and the Angels are the sweetest, sultriest bunch of girls you’ll ever meet. We’ll melt your bones and drain your balls.” She licks her lips while her green eyes twinkle. She has a long fall of auburn hair. She wiggles her hips with the grace that makes you think she’s a cheerleader.

Then she does a high kick and places her foot on your shoulder, her pink-and-black tartan skirt sliding back to reveal a trimmed, red bush. Oh, yes, she’s a cheerleader.

“So, you have your choice of which dorm you want to spend your year with,” says Ms. Warren. “I know it’s tough, but you proved you know how to take charge in my office.”

Angels or Devas? Ji-Young or Bree? Your heart wants to choose them both, but if you had to go with one, which one will it be?

To be continued…

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