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His mind was reeling at the idea that this was how he was losing his virginity. His heart was pounding with the effort of keeping him conscious, with the combination of Cassie’s thighs and butt on his face and Ms. Lynnwell’s pussy sliding back and forth along his shaft, squeezing him, milking him for all he was worth as he scrambled for the littlest breath. “Ms. Lynnwell, he’s gonna cum in you,” one of the girls warned, and the rest of the class snickered and laughed excitedly.

Eli couldn’t move. His hands were bound above his head, and his feet barely touched the cold linoleum floor. A gentle draft dusted his bare skin. The room was dark, but he could just barely make out a crowd of faces in front of him, staring. For a moment, he was terrified. What the fuck was going on?

Suddenly there was a tight, wet sensation against his cock, slowly enveloping his tip as a soft hand with long, sharp nails wrapped around his throat. He glanced down, fighting to breathe, and saw a fleshlight teasing the head of his dick, drooling with sticky, clear lube. As he watched, the fleshlight engulfed every inch of him, and he choked out a moan as the ridges inside pressed around his length. The fleshlight twisted around him for a moment, doing a complete 360 one way, then back the other way.

Then, without warning, it began relentlessly fucking him.

His surprised gasp was stifled by the hand tightening around his throat, the long nails digging into his skin hard enough to leave marks later on. In front of him, the crowd of faces began to giggle, and he realized that they were all very female. Was there a group of girls watching him succumb to this? The thought made his heart pound against the inside of his chest, and he couldn’t decide if it was fear or arousal.

The fleshlight continued its relentless fucking as a soft pair of lips suddenly made contact with his. He moaned as best as he could with his growing lack of air, and his assailant responded by sliding her tongue into his mouth. He desperately wanted to move - to touch this body, to hold the fleshlight in place so he could fuck it himself, or maybe just to run away - but he couldn’t. He strained against the ropes suspending him by his wrists, but the resistance only proved more hilarious and intriguing to the girls watching him, judging by the wave of gasps and giggles.

He was shaking now, his thighs trembling as his orgasm began to build. Fuck, was he really gonna cum like this? His whole body was tingling, as if every cell was suddenly bubbling like champagne. The kiss remained unbroken, the woman’s tongue still exploring the inside of his mouth. The fleshlight refused to let up, and before he could stop himself, his hips were trying and failing to match the rhythm of the toy. There was a swirling mass of color behind his eyes, and he moaned desperately as the swirls suddenly exploded into a wave of static. His cock throbbed powerfully, pulsing as it shot ropes of cum into the very bottom of the fleshlight that continued fucking him through his euphoria.

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The harsh blaring of his morning alarm startled him awake. Eli opened his eyes and stared groggily at the red numbers beeping at him through the early morning gloom pouring through his window. School in an hour. Fuck, senior burnout really was a bitch. With a sigh, he tossed his comforter off of his body and sat up - and winced as something squelched between his legs. He glanced down, his eyes adjusting to the darkness, and groaned as he tugged his pajama pants away from his body to take a look. Another wet dream. Scenes flashed in his mind, and he rubbed his eyes for a moment to clear his head.

He’d been having more and more dreams like this lately.

Maybe it was because of the porn he’d been watching, which had grown increasingly more femdom-centered. Facesitting was one of his favorites - the idea of a gorgeous woman with thick thighs and a plump ass laying him down and using his face like nothing but a piece of meat to get off on… fuck.

Or maybe it was his math teacher, Ms. Lynnwell. She was tall, and always wore gorgeous black heels that only made her more intimidating. Her outfits always seemed to cling perfectly to her voluptuous tits, hourglass waist, and wide hips made to be held while pounding her from behind. Her round ass was at perfect height to make Eli fantasize during class about letting her lay him on his desk and sit on his face. Her thighs were round enough to leave just a little pudge hanging out of the edge of the stockings she liked to wear, completely distracting him from her lessons as he daydreamed about his face being crushed between those perfect thighs, each one probably bigger than his head.

Eli loved her class, despite his failing grade. His mother rightfully blamed his poor marks on the teacher distracting him, often questioning why a woman who looked and dressed like that was allowed to teach. Most of Eli’s classmates had theories of their own. He’d heard one rumor that Ms. Lynnwell had fucked most of the board, securing her spot like a tenured professor at a prestige university. Another student had once told him that Ms. Lynnwell exclusively taught seniors so that she knew they were “legal” before she could tease them, and that yes, she was dressing like that on purpose.

No matter. Eli dragged himself back to the present and forced himself to get out of bed and head for the bathroom. He needed to clean himself up and get ready for school. He was going to focus on his studies, do all the work he needed to, and then come home. No more of these stupid fucking fantasies.

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“Detention?”

Eli didn’t realize how loud his incredulous outburst was, and blushed as his classmates snickered around him.

“Detention, Mr. Lukas. This is your third failed test in a row. You know the consequences in my class. I expect to see you here after the final bell.” Ms. Lynnwell stood menacingly over him, her tits begging for him to grab them and put his cock between them. Eli groaned and buried his face in his arms as a teasing chorus of “ooooooh”’s spread through the students around him.

You know you would all risk everything for her, he thought scornfully. He knew he was no anomaly for having such a dirty, hormone-fueled crush on his teacher. He lifted his head ever-so-slightly to look up at the front of the room again. Ms. Lynnwell had turned around to start her lesson for the day, and from this angle, Eli could just barely see up the red plaid skirt she had worn today. His dick twitched - either she wasn’t wearing panties, or she was wearing a thong or g-string or some style of underthings that left hardly anything to the imagination. The bottom of her ass was just barely visible, the plump round bubbles meeting the tops of her perfect thighs to create an inviting little diamond right in the center. It was practically begging him to stick his nose in it. She was wearing sheer black stockings that squeezed the fat in her thighs just enough to let a little spill over, just the way he liked, and her black button-up blouse was almost just as sheer as her stockings. Fuck, who wouldn’t get detention for her?

Oh, fuck. Detention with Ms. Lynnwell. Eli was already trying to think of things to diminish the raging boner he’d accidentally given himself, right here by the window in the front row. How was he supposed to survive an hour after school, alone with the main object of his fantasies?

He just hoped he wouldn’t be alone.

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The rest of the school day dragged on, leaving an ever-growing pit of anxiety in Eli’s stomach as he watched the clock tick-tick-tick its way through each class. His leg bounced impatiently as he sat through the final five minutes of his history class, where the fat old man who subbed for their teacher that day seemed to be talking deliberately slowly.

“So… that’s… why… the… Meso-... -potamians… chose… to build… their homes… near… the rivers…”

Jesus Christ, I’m gonna fucking blow my brains out, Eli mused. Part of him was frustrated, as anyone would be, at the fact that he had to serve detention for such a bullshit reason. “Knew the consequences.” Of course I knew, it’s not like I’m trying to fail. But if he was honest, he was mostly just excited to get the day over with and spend an hour staring at Ms. Lynnwell and fantasizing about covering her in his load. He’d been fighting a hard-on all day, just knowing what was coming.

So much for focusing on his studies.

The bell finally rang, and Eli quickly gathered his things and stuffed them into his bag. He tried to act natural, but he wasn’t sure if he’d ever made it to the door that fast in his entire time in this school. He walked down the hallway with an inexplicably racing heart, catching glances from his peers as they walked the opposite way. He didn’t care. He just wanted to get where he was going.

He knocked gently on the door to Ms. Lynnwell’s classroom, and almost immediately heard a hushed round of giggles behind the wood. Thank God. He wasn’t alone. It would be easier to hide his arousal if he wasn’t the sole focus of attention.

The door opened to reveal Ms. Lynnwell, one hand rested on her hip, her high-heeled foot tapping in annoyance. “Come on in, Mr. Lukas,” she huffed, “you’re late.”

“By, like, thirty seconds,” Eli mumbled under his breath as he walked past her, his eyes trained on the floor. He glanced up at the room, and internally groaned as he saw that he was, in fact, going to be alone. What? Why had he heard voices, then? Perhaps it was his imagination.

“You can sit in your normal spot,” Ms. Lynnwell said, and he obliged. At least here, it was easier to hide his boners.

He shuffled into his seat, set down his book bag, and rested his arms on the desk. “So… what will I be doing?”

The teacher ignored him, instead sitting at her desk for a moment to pour herself a drink from a large LIFEWTR bottle. She swirled the crisp-looking beverage around in the plastic cup before looking up at him over the rims of her glasses, making him squirm. “Want some?”

“Um, no - no, I’m good. Not thirsty.” Fuck, his cock was already rising.

“Oh, please, honey, I insist.” She reached under her desk and pulled out another cup, filling it halfway and standing up to bring it to him. “You look parched. It’s getting hotter, you -”

“I’m okay, really -”

“Quiet.” Her tone was suddenly firm as she sat herself on his desk, and he gulped as he tried his hardest not to stare at her perfect body. Her red plaid skirt was just short enough to leave her ass bare against his desk, and he had to bite the inside of his cheek to send away the hellish wish to bury his face against the desk once she’d gotten up. She held the cup out to him, her beautiful hazel eyes piercing through his soul. “It’s rude to interrupt the teacher when she’s talking.” Was he crazy, or had her voice taken on a sultry note, albeit incredibly domineering? “Take it, Eli.”

Shaking slightly, he took the cup, sipping it while avoiding her burning gaze. She nodded, then slid gracefully off his desk, her hips swaying as she made her way back to her desk. She was right - the more he sipped, the more he wanted. He took another swig as she sat herself on her own desk, her long, smooth-shaven legs glistening under the fluorescents of the classroom. Her gaze was still focused on him as she tossed her inky black hair over her shoulder. “Do you have better things to think about than my class, Mr. Lukas?” she questioned, speaking slowly and deliberately. “Is something else occupying your time?”

“Um… no.” There was no way in hell he’d answer that honestly. Damn straight, something else was on his mind during 90% of her classes, but he couldn’t just say that. “No, I just… I have a hard time focusing in all my classes, not just this one.”

“Eli, honey.” There it was again - she used his first name, and it rattled him to hear it. “I’ve seen your grades. You’re passing every class, except for mine. You have A’s and B’s, and a C in English. Why is it that Calculus is your weak point?” She uncrossed her legs, stretching so that he could just barely see under her skirt. “What’s distracting you?”

You know damn well, he thought, chewing on his lower lip as he spotted the soft triangle between her thighs. She wasn’t wearing panties, just as he’d suspected earlier that day.

She sighed, looking away as she continued. “It’s unacceptable, young man. You’re a senior now. I can’t have you failing out of my whole class, you’ll fail your year.” She readjusted herself, woefully hiding that perfect pussy. “You wouldn’t want that, would you?” Eli shook his head, and she giggled quietly. “Good boy. Now, pull out your notebook. You’re gonna write lines for a while.”

Eli huffed softly, but he did as told, sifting through his bag to find his math notebook.

The next thirty minutes went by in such dead silence, he was sure he could hear her thighs rubbing together under the desk, despite the weird, heavy headache he was developing. He kept sneaking glances at her as he wrote his lines - she had kicked her heels off while she flipped through papers - he could see the shoes resting on the floor at one side of the desk - and his imagination ran wild with thoughts of her legs balanced on his shoulders while he fucked her relentlessly.

I will pay attention in class. I will pay attention in class. I will pay attention in class.

The words seemed redundant, considering the thoughts flying around inside his head. She leaned forward to grab something, and he caught a glimpse of her cleavage, perfectly shaped for his face. She reached into her purse for a hair tie and began tying her hair up into a high ponytail, and he nearly started drooling as he pictured her on her knees with her hands wrapped around his cock. Those long red nails would look so good around him, and it was all he could think about as his body began to feel strangely light and fuzzy.

I will pay attention in class. I will pay attention in class. I will pay attention…

The words began to blur in front of him. He rested one elbow on the desk, his fingers winding through his hair as he groaned.

“Something wrong, Mr. Lukas?” Ms. Lynnwell was looking at him with… no, not concern. Interest? Excitement?

“I… I don’t feel good,” he murmured. Sleepy shadows were tugging at the edges of his field of vision. “Ms. Lynnwell… what’s going on?..”

The woman smiled at him as she stood up and walked over to him. “Oh, honey, don’t worry.” She sat herself on his desk again, just as his head fell forward. He felt her soft thighs against his face, and one of her hands began to stroke his hair as his eyes drooped shut. “You’ll be fine. We’re just going to take care of your obedience issues.”

That was the last thing he registered before the world faded away.

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Eli was almost certain that he was back in the same dream he’d had this morning. He was naked. The space around him was dark, and he could hear a mass of rather feminine giggles chatting back and forth. Whispers about how they’d never been eaten out, they’d never used a vibrator, they’d never ridden a guy’s face before, or how they were so excited to be doing this again. As he tried to squirm, he noticed he was only pushing against restraints binding his wrists and ankles. But this - this was different. His tailbone was digging hard into a cold floor, and as his eyes adjusted to the light, he realized he was in a classroom.

Ms. Lynnwell’s classroom.

He startled awake, staring wide-eyed around the room. The giggles and murmurs were coming from thirty-odd senior-class girls, talking to each other in hushed voices that died quickly as a voice carried out through the classroom. “Quiet, girls. He’s awake.”

All of their eyes turned to him, and he shrank into himself against the hard wood of the desk and the chilly linoleum floor. Suddenly, he felt a high-heeled foot resting on each of his shoulders, and looked up to see Ms. Lynnwell sitting on her desk directly above him. She wasn’t looking at him - instead, she addressed the girls occupying every desk, some of them sitting in their friend’s laps or on the desks themselves, unable to find a seat. “I don’t believe any of you know today’s specimen. That’s good - you don’t need to know him. His name and identity aren’t important. He’s simply a test dummy - a prop to be used for today’s class.”

Eli finally found his voice. “Ms. Lynnwell, what’s -” He was cut short by her crossing her legs in front of his face, her calf pressing against his mouth to keep him quiet.

“Props don’t talk,” she ordered, before turning back to the class. “I understand some of you are new here. Should we explain before we begin?” There were some nods and murmurs of “yes please”, and Ms. Lynnwell hummed in amusement. “I understand. Gemma - would you like to demonstrate while I get our newcomers caught up on what we do here?”

A wide-set girl with short blonde hair nodded enthusiastically and stood up, revealing wide hips and a tight waist similar to his teacher’s. She hurried to the front of the classroom, standing by the teacher’s desk like she was about to give a presentation.

Ms. Lynnwell nodded to her before continuing. “Listen up, ladies. Today, men are taught from a young age that their pleasure is more important than ours as women. So much more important, in fact, that most of them can hardly find the clitoris - let alone eat pussy. They consider cunnilingus to be disgusting and unsavory, yet they expect us to go down on them at the drop of a hat. Some of you have boyfriends, I’m sure - have any of you experienced this?” Several hands went up, and the teacher nodded. “I see. Well, my class aims to fix that issue. During the school day, I teach Calculus - some of you have even taken my class - but after school, we turn the lights off and cover my windows, and I gather as many of you as I can fit in my classroom.” She chuckled softly. “I aim to teach you that your pleasure is just as important as any man, and our prop -” She gave Eli a soft nudge - “is here, like many others, to offer you some of that pleasure. Whether he likes it or not.” The last sentence was enunciated with her legs pressing him further into the desk as the girls murmured excitedly.

“So,” Ms. Lynnwell said when the giggles died down again, “let’s see a demonstration.” She removed her legs from Eli’s mouth, placing her feet on his shoulders again, staring down at him with those ever-piercing hazel eyes. “Are you ready for your role?” she asked as the girl at the front of the class began to remove her shorts and panties.

“You… did you drug me?” Eli hissed.

“Of course,” she purred. “I needed a way to get you situated. You little boys tend to complain - I like to skip the hassle.” With that, she used her feet to shove him sideways, sending him onto his back on the floor. He tried to sit himself up -

And was immediately met with a warm, lovely pressure all around his head, and an incredibly soft mouthful of wetness. Gemma had lowered herself onto his face, her thick thighs pressing around his head as she pressed her shaven, soaking pussy into his mouth. He was frozen - his cock had hardened faster than he’d ever thought possible, and he was still having a difficult time believing this was even real. Gemma was moving her hips back and forth as Ms. Lynnwell spoke about something regarding pleasure again, but her hips stuttered for a moment before she stopped altogether. She looked over her shoulder at the teacher. “Ms. Lynnwell,” she drawled slowly, her voice dripping with annoyance, “he’s not licking.”

“Oh?” Ms. Lynnwell paused for a moment. “Get up. I’ll show him what he needs to do - then you can be the first to have a turn, okay?”

A turn? Eli barely had time to turn the words over in his head before Gemma had gotten up and been replaced by none other than Ms. Lynnwell herself. Holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck, he thought over and over, desperately wishing his hands were free so that he could frantically stroke himself to orgasm. This was the exact thing he’d been fantasizing about for months, finally coming to life.

She turned the opposite way from the first girl, her ass hovering over his face for just a moment before she lowered herself onto him. Her thighs pressed against his face until he almost couldn’t breathe, and he barely took a breath before her perfect pussy was on his lips. He forced himself to unfreeze, eagerly sucking her folds into his mouth. She was dripping, and he drank her juices with the fervor of a starving man.

He let out a startled, heavily muffled moan as he suddenly felt a hand cupping his dick and balls. Her nails were digging in harshly, but it only made him throb with need. “Use your tongue, you stupid slut,” Ms. Lynnwell growled, and he obeyed quickly, flicking his tongue out blindly. She moaned in a low, sultry hum before speaking. “See, girls? He just needs a little -” She released him suddenly, making him moan again - “motivation. Now, watch what I do, and take some mental notes, okay?”

Eli could only lay there on the cold linoleum as she started moving her hips back and forth over his face, her juices slicking up his lips and even getting stuck in his nostrils. She didn’t seem to care. The soft fat on her thighs squished against his cheeks as she rode him, and he could just barely hear her explaining to their audience what she was doing. Something about smothering him rather than letting him taste her. That’s fine, he mused. He could taste her just as well when her clit grazed past his lips as she shifted backward, and his dick throbbed every time her hole was perfectly positioned over his tongue when she shifted forward. Her hips were moving in a perfect little figure-eight, back and forth, back and forth. One of her hands moved to his balls again, her fingertips almost tracing over his taint as she cupped his sack, gripping just hard enough to make him squirm under her perfect pussy and round, soft ass. Back and forth, back and forth. She held him tighter. Suddenly she had him by the only thing that he felt truly made him a man, and he realized just how much of a toy he was right now, completely submitting to her will, whether he liked it or not. He was starting to feel dizzy with the way her nethers were squishing him, and her thighs were very present on either side of his head. She shifted his balls in her perfectly-manicured hand, and still, her hips moved back and forth, back and forth…

“Ew, Ms. Lynnwell, is that supposed to happen?” one of the girls suddenly drawled with a giggle, to the vocalized amusement of the rest of the class.

Before he could stop himself, his dick was pulsing as he came, coating his bare belly and Ms. Lynnwell’s wrist. The teacher let out a soft, almost disdainful chuckle as she once again let go of his sack. This time, she stood up, allowing him to breathe. His face felt hot, and he knew he was blushing profusely. “That’s alright, Stella,” Ms. Lynnwell purred, “it’ll happen sometimes when you sit on a boy’s face. Disregard it.”

A confused murmur rippled through the class as Eli sat up, dazed. Ms. Lynnwell smiled. “Remember, girls, this isn’t about his pleasure. This is about ours. This class is meant to teach you what he can do for you. Now -” She turned to Gemma, the girl who had tried sitting on his face before Ms. Lynnwell had shown them what to do, who was now perched on the teacher’s desk - “you can have your turn.” She shot a demanding glare at Eli, and he laid back down obediently. Gemma hopped off the desk and straddled Eli’s face, and he took a breath before she gave him her full weight. If she really was going to do what the teacher had shown her, he wasn’t going to be able to breathe for a long while.

“Is he gonna make me cum?” Gemma asked as she wiggled her hips over his face.

Eli shuddered as he felt the cold, hard sole of a high heel on his dick. “He better,” Ms. Lynnwell’s voice rang out above him, to the excited giggles of the class, “or he’ll have to pay for it.” There was a tone of warning in her voice, and he finally resigned himself fully to what was happening. He couldn’t stop it - he might as well enjoy it.

He relaxed and let Gemma start to move her hips over his face, using him and his tongue like her own personal toy. He had seen porn videos before of beautiful women with big, round tits riding vibrating saddles; it was hard not to feel like one of those right now. He could feel the eyes of every girl in the room on him, and could vaguely hear them murmuring to each other, maybe about how excited they were for a turn. Were they really all going to do this? Take turns fucking his face until he was used up entirely? I don’t think I mind…

Following the same movements Ms. Lynnwell had demonstrated, Gemma was moaning now, and Ms. Lynnwell pressed harder into Eli’s dick with her heel. “Take care of her, little boy,” her voice commanded above him, and he obeyed, sticking his tongue further out of his mouth, until he could feel the stretch of it in the bottom of his throat. Gemma let out a moan that was almost a gasp, her hips stuttering over him. Rather ungracefully, she quickly positioned herself so that his tongue was buried in her hole. She was bouncing on him now, rather than the sliding back and forth, her ass heavy against his face, fucking herself on his tongue as he fought for every sparse breath. Faster and faster she fucked him, bouncing up and down, her moans growing louder as the class suddenly seemed to hold their breath.

Her hips shifted so that his tongue flicked against her clit. She moaned louder, gasping, and suddenly a gush of smooth, warm liquid splashed over his face. He sputtered a little as the slightly bitter-tasting liquid seeped between his lips, but Gemma hesitated over his face before lifting herself up. Eli opened his eyes, feeling the liquid trickle down the sides of his face, but remained where he was - Ms. Lynnwell still had her heel planted firmly between his legs, and his dick was now pushing against it as he started to harden again.

“O-M-G, did he make you squirt?” one of the girls said, and the class erupted into excited squeals and giggles as Gemma nodded.

“That’s a good boy,” Ms. Lynnwell teased. “Who’s next?” Everyone’s hand shot up, and the teacher hesitated as she scanned the crowd. Eli felt his heart racing with anticipation, his dick throbbing to match. A few seconds that felt like years went by, two fingers tapping on her lower lip as she considered. Then she pointed, and did a come-hither motion with her index finger, her polished nail glistening under the classroom lights. The mass of raised hands fell as another girl wiggled out of her desk and stepped forward nervously. She hesitated before sitting on Eli’s face - then beckoned for Ms. Lynnwell to come closer, and whispered something to her.

Ms. Lynnwell listened for a moment, then stood back and looked the girl up and down. “Alright, Cassie. You can keep your shorts on if you like.” She turned to address the class. “This is a perfect opportunity for you all to learn about a different kind of pleasure: domination. See what I’m doing with my shoe?” She pressed harder between Eli’s legs. “This doesn’t physically give me pleasure - rather, it’s the idea that he is smaller and weaker than me, and that at any moment I can make him do whatever I want. Cassie, go ahead, hun. Take a seat.”

Eli could only catch a glimpse of his next assailant - a tall girl with long blonde hair and a small, shapely ass wrapped up in tight pink yoga shorts - before he took a big breath and she lowered herself onto his face. She was facing the opposite way from Gemma, her knees closed above his head so that her thighs covered his face as she sat down. The shorts clearly weren’t for show - he could feel the strong muscles working in her thighs and ass as she moved.

“See, girls, Cassie smothering our little toy is different from feeding him her pussy. The sexual pleasure she gets from this is about her taking control. Right now, he’s hard because, if you really think about it, his life is in her hands, and she gets to toy with it like he’s just a doll.” The class muttered to themselves in understanding, though he could barely hear it under the weight of Cassie’s thighs and ass. Her hips, however, were shifting a little strangely, as if she was trying too hard to find the same rhythm as Gemma - and Ms. Lynnwell took notice quickly. “Are you alright, Cass?”

“I… uh- yeah, just…” Cassie cleared her throat, lifting off of Eli’s face a little. “I don’t think I have the, um… I don’t think I’m able to move like that.”

Ms. Lynnwell laughed softly. “It’s alright, dear. You do, trust me. I could show you firsthand, if it’s alright with you and the class?”

The rest of the girls quickly voiced their approval, and Cassie must’ve agreed, because in the next moment, Eli felt Ms. Lynnwell’s heel leave his dick, which sprung to attention fast enough to gather a few mocking giggles from the class. Weight shifted above him, and for a moment he was confused - until a heel clacked on the cold, hard floor either side of his hips, and a hand was suddenly wrapped around his cock. He barely had time to breathe before Cassie sat back down on his face, smothering his loud moan as a wet, impossibly warm sensation enveloped him, inch by inch, until he was buried in his teacher’s pussy all the way to the hilt. He squirmed a little, but it was no use - he was completely crushed under these two women. He had only ever seen porn of this kind of scenario, and his mind was reeling at the idea that this was how he was losing his virginity.

What he couldn’t see was Ms. Lynnwell reach forward and put her hands on the insides of Cassie’s thighs, guiding her through the same figure-eight motion as before, her own hips moving in sync on Eli’s throbbing cock. Slowly, but surely, they fell into a perfectly matched rhythm, easing back and forth over his face and dick, and the boy shivered with each thrust. His teacher’s pussy felt like heaven - he’d been dreaming of it since he’d first been assigned to her class, and now that he could finally feel it squeezing around his length every time she pushed it back in, he was sure he must be dreaming.

He usually wouldn’t be able to cum again so soon, but he could feel it building fast inside his body. Cassie’s thighs had him smothered, and his lungs were aching for a gasp of fresh air. His heart was pounding with the effort of keeping him conscious, with the combination of Cassie’s thighs and butt on his face and Ms. Lynnwell’s pussy sliding back and forth along his shaft, squeezing him, milking him for all he was worth as he scrambled for the littlest breath.

“Ms. Lynnwell, he’s gonna cum in you,” one of the girls warned, and the rest of the class snickered and laughed excitedly.

“Let him,” came the response. Eli could only lay there, blind and helpless, as the teacher’s hands moved from Cassie’s inner thighs. One hand slid higher, fingers resting in the perfect “Y” shape of the younger woman’s pussy, rubbing her clit through her tight shorts. The other hand reached up and brushed some of Cassie’s hair off her shoulder, exposing her neck before gripping her breast and massaging it sensually. Cassie moaned, making Eli’s cock twitch as he started to thrust up to meet his teacher’s hips, though his efforts were sloppy and overeager, clearly desperate for release. Ms. Lynnwell leaned forward, and her lips found Cassie’s neck, teeth dragging gently along the soft, sensitive skin. Excited little noises were coming from the class, who were watching in awe - even the regulars were always fascinated with Ms. Lynnwell’s skills.

Eli was moaning uncontrollably now, the sounds muffled into whimpers under the fabric of the shorts. Even if his hands weren’t tied, he’d never know where to put them. Cassie’s hips? Ms. Lynnwell’s thighs? He couldn’t decide. He didn’t care. He didn’t give a fuck. Not when his dick was throbbing with the rising urge to cum inside the hottest woman he’d ever interacted with in his goddamn life. His lungs were screaming for air now, his heart felt like it was going to burst out of his chest, his face felt hot under the weight of Cassie’s ass.

It all happened so fast. Ms. Lynnwell moved her hand from Cassie’s breast to her throat, pulling her in for a deep, steamy kiss. The girl moaned as she slid her tongue inside the teacher’s mouth, and Eli’s body finally gave out. He came so hard he was sure he blacked out for a moment, white light flashing in spots behind his eyes as he surged upward at the hips, slamming as hard as he could into his teacher and shooting a thick, heavy load into her soft, soaked pussy. The class erupted into thrilled giggles and soft cheers as the scene unfolded, and Eli gasped as Cassie and Ms. Lynnwell both lifted themselves off of him, taking heavy, rapid breaths until he could feel a stitch forming in his ribs.

“Ms. Lynnwell, we’re almost out of time!” one of the girls called. “Can we pretty please do the chair thingy?”

Chair? Eli could barely think straight, let alone fathom what the hell they were talking about. He tried to breathe through the post-orgasm fuzziness, but he could hear Ms. Lynnwell say something approvingly, and then a soft clunk of metal against metal. Something scratched against the classroom floor - and suddenly Eli was hoisted up by two girls, and dragged over to the center of the classroom.

Jolted out of his bliss, Eli’s vision cleared, and he looked around as much as he could before he was suddenly restricted. His head was resting in a small hammock, his face protruding through the middle of a soft red cushion. He didn’t struggle as the girls untied his hands and strapped them to each side of the strange object.

Ms. Lynnwell’s voice called from somewhere near her desk. “Have at him, girls. And be fair - you should all get a turn.”

They didn’t give him a chance to recuperate. One of the girls hovered over his face just long enough for him to suck in a breath, and then he was smothered once again. He could hear them talking eagerly amongst themselves, and the rustling of fabric told him that some of them were removing their pants and panties.

One by one, they took turns sitting on the strange chair, wriggling their hips to get comfortable, either smothering him or just wanting their pussies licked, and each time, Eli had to fight for another gasp of air. Some of the girls were voluptuous enough to reach back and spread their asses before sitting on him, nestling his nose right up against their skin, and he found himself welcoming it. Anticipating it. Worshiping it. He had given himself fully to this room of girls, unconsciously making the decision to accept his new role as their personal plaything.

At some point, a new wave of excited little whispers and gasps shook the crow around him as a new girl sat down, her denim jeans rough against his nose. Eli wasn't sure if she was the fourth or fifth girl to use him, but he didn't care when he suddenly felt her bare feet on his dick. “Riley, you’re crazy!” one of the girls said.

“It’s fine, Ms. Lynnwell was doing it too,” said the voice of the girl on top of him. “I wanna see if I can make him cum a third time.”

“Boys don’t work like that,” said a different voice.

“They can, sometimes,” said another.

“Oh my god, just shut up and let her do it. I wanna try it too!”

Eli felt a thrill run down his spine, his dick twitching under the girl’s feet. She let out an excited little giggle and pressed down a little harder with her soles. Her full weight was on him now, and he felt the strap behind his head strain to hold him as her ass pressed against his face. He had given up on trying to breathe. His one purpose now was to worship them.

So one after another, the girls sat on him, used him, their pussies tasting sweet and warm, like they were made for him to put his cock into, and yet they were always just out of reach. I am only good enough to be used for my tongue. In this moment, it was all he wanted - to be completely smothered under the weight of countless girls, skinny and heavy alike, experienced and new, and he wanted to serve all of them.

He didn’t even notice he was getting close to another orgasm until one girl, her pussy bare on his outstretched tongue as she shifted back and forth, placed one foot on his shaft and the other on his now-aching balls. He let out a muffled little moan as he realized how sensitive he was, but the girl didn’t let up. She arched her foot so that it pushed right between his balls, her other foot stroking up and down the bottom of his cock. He moaned and squirmed, but his hands were bound tightly, and he could do nothing but succumb to the touch of the goddess above him. He knew he wasn’t going to last, and he could feel his dick throbbing as the girl’s feet shifted so that both sets of toes were pushing into his balls, and he was almost certain she was going to pop them. She was moaning as she humped his face, his tongue now buried in her hole as she fucked herself on it.

One more minute of her relentless facefucking, and suddenly he exploded, squirming and thrusting his hips up against her feet as she made noises that told him she was cumming, too. He drank her juices happily, starving for the nectar that proved to him that he’d done a good job. He felt the girl trembling on top of him, and his body mimicked hers as another weak load spilled from the tip of his cock.

“Ohhhh my god, he made such a mess!”

The squeals and cheers of excitement were quieted down swiftly by Ms. Lynnwell, who Eli could see walking towards him as the girl on his face removed herself and began to slide her panties back on. Eli was panting now, his lungs hungrily gathering every breath possible after the session he’d just endured. It had felt like hours, but how long was it, really? Enough for Ms. Lynnwell to strut over to him and reach behind his neck to pull him upright, and he huffed as his tailbone dug into the cold floor again. “Maybe we should’ve discussed this before, but… Mr. Lukas…” She reached down with her other hand and grabbed his balls tightly, seemingly unbothered by the mess of cum. “You’ll keep this our secret, understand? After all… we wouldn’t want you banned from these little lessons. You’re one of the quickest to submit that I’ve ever seen. It’d be a shame to lose you, wouldn’t it?” Eli nodded, and she released him. “Good boy.”

Eli wasn’t sure whether the previous day’s events were a dream or not, but it served as plenty enough to jerk off to the next morning. Unfortunately, the distraction caused him to miss the lunch bell as well, and he found himself racing to Ms. Lynnwell’s class with his face feeling hot, knowing he was about to face the object of his filthiest desires once again. Why was it different this time? Did yesterday really happen?

“Late again, Mr. Lukas?” chided the tall, perfect woman with a tight black thigh-slit skirt hugging her round ass and wide hips. There was a glint in her eye as she spoke. “That’s another detention. See me today after school.”

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