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Mrs. Trotter: Naked in School
by rache

Copyright 2010 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. Intended for Adults
Only http://www1.asstr.org/~rache/index.htm
Special thanks to: Eager Beaver Lip-Lock Sex Gloss - High Impact Long
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Note: All characters appearing in this story are real people; I didn't
even bother changing the names. The author supports sexual
responsibility, moral sobriety, and political insurgency. Try this at
home. Join the Sexual Jihad: S.A.S.E. to P.O. Box rache696@yahoo.com

See Chapter 00 (Prologue) for story details including codes and
synopsis

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Mrs. Trotter: Naked in School
Chapter Four


"Mrs. Trotter?" Glenda Binkley swallowed hard when she caught sight of
my wet, cum stained face, neck, breasts, and tummy. Not to mention my
puffy vulva and glistening thighs.

"Yes?" I dipped my head so I wouldn't have to see the sixteen-year-old
girl staring at me.

"You have a, um...message," she said, holding out an office phone memo.

"What's it say?" I asked, since I couldn't reach out to take it from
her with my hands chained to the collar around my neck.

"Oh! Um..." She looked at it. "Call your husband."

"What?" I blinked at her. "What else?"

"That's all it says," Glenda shrugged. "He called about half an hour
ago."

"Mrs. Trotter?" ... "Oh man!" ... "What happened to her?"

The sophomores for my next class were coming into the room, pausing to
stare as if I was an accident along the side of the road.

I ignored them as much as possible, forgetting my humiliation as I
wondered why Henry would be calling me from his office. Had something
happened to him? That would be the only reason I could think of and
the idea that he might have had an accident or gotten sick...I had to
call him back. Nothing else mattered to me, I loved my husband and
that sudden clarity put everything I'd been suffering in a different
perspective.

What did being naked in school matter if Henry had a heart attack? Why
should I care what some high school kid thought of me? Or even a
school full of them; they were just passing through my life on their
way to someplace else. My husband was my life and I nearly ran to the
administration offices, trying not to catch anyone with my elbows as I
went. I must have made quite a sight and I heard the laughter
following me down the hallways, but I didn't waste time worrying about
it.

"Mrs. Trotter...tsk-tsk-tsk" Mrs. Watkins half-smiled, half-frowned when
she saw me. "Are you alright?"

"Did you talk to my husband?" I asked her, reaching for the phone
before I remembered I couldn't.

"Here, let me help you," she said. "Allison took the message. She had
to go to class. What's the number?"

I gave Mrs. Watkins the telephone number and caught myself in the full
length mirror mounted on the wall. It had small letters stuck to the
glass spelling out, "Look Your Best, Be Your Best" and right then I
looked like a refugee. The remains of the blowjob I'd given Matt clung
to my face like a sticky glaze facial cream. My lipstick had been
smeared around my lips and across my cheeks and chin. The tears had
ruined my mascara and eye shadow. My blonde hair looked frayed, to put
it nicely, and...

"Can you hold the phone?" Mrs. Watkins asked. "It's ringing."

"Yeah," I said. "Thank you."

"Try not to get it messy."

She put the receiver in my left hand for me and turned away, putting
everyone else back to work. Her two assistants and the third period
student helper, Glenda, had been staring at me. I ignored them and
checked my box while I waited for Henry to answer his phone. Six rings...
Seven...I felt my frustration growing and almost gave up when he finally
answered.

"Weinstein, Goldman, and..."

"Henry!" I said quickly, cutting him off. "Are you alright?"

"June? It's Marvin...Henry's in a meeting right now."

"Oh." I frowned at that. Marvin was the accounting supervisor at the
firm, an older man and my husband's boss.

"He's fine though," the man told me. "There's nothing to worry about."

I let out a sigh of relief. "They said he called. I was so worried. I
thought maybe..."

"No. Henry's okay," he assured me. "He was just worried about you, I
think. Someone called and said you're in trouble or something like
that?"

"What?"

"A girl," he said. "I didn't catch her name, but...Is everything okay
there?"

"A girl?" I licked my lips. "No. I mean, yes...I'm fine."

"She told Henry, uh...Well, I heard you're, um...Are you naked, June?"

"Naked?" I asked dumbly with a hard swallow.

"Naked in school?" he asked with a weak chuckle as if he couldn't
believe it. "We thought she might have been looking for me at first,
but my Janey was naked last year, so..."

He meant his daughter, Jane, who'd graduated high school the previous
year. I'd never met her, but she looked attractive in her pictures and
Marvin liked to talk about her.

"Uh, yeah ..." I lowered my voice to a whisper, turning my back to the
secretaries. "They made me do it! Mr. Steinway said it's in my
contract and all the teachers have to get naked and..."

"I see," he replied slowly, perhaps wondering why I'd confide in him
that way, but I just had to tell someone!

"...I didn't want to, Marvin. I tried to say no, but he said I'd be
fired and have to pay back the money and my student loans and..."

"I know," he sighed. "Shhhh...It's okay. Take a deep breath. Relax,
June."

"Yeah." I nodded, taking a breath and trying to stop shaking. I'd been
talking pretty fast and telling my husband had given me another shot
of adrenalin.

"Are you, um...Naked right now?" he asked.

"Yeah," I breathed. "It's crazy. They put the collar on me and..."

"They're not making you do...things..." he cleared his throat, "...Are
they?"

"Things?" I closed my eyes and winced.

"Touching you and all that?" Marvin asked carefully. "I remember when
Janey went through it; some of the things they made her do..."

"Oh, um..."

"I listened, you know, and tried to comfort her, but..." he sighed. "She
told me things a father shouldn't ever hear from his little girl's
lips, you know?"

"Yeah," I agreed softly, not entirely sure if I knew or not.

"It would probably be worse for a husband," Marvin said and I blinked
at that. "Henry loves you to death, but if you're doing the things my
Janey did..."

"You think I shouldn't tell him?" I asked.

"Well, it's up to you," he said. "I just remember listening to my
daughter tell me about the first time she ever, uh...you know...had sex."

"Uhhhh..." I blushed as I listened to his confession, if that's what it
could be called.

"I know it was good for Janey and by the end of the week she wanted to
go to school naked everyday, but..." Marvin chuckled. "Jesus! The idea
of three or four boys at a time, putting their cocks inside my little
Princess, that's..."

Neither of us said anything for a long two or three seconds.

"Oh! Shoot, I'm sorry June!" he said with a deep breath. "I'm sure you
know what it's like, or will soon enough. You don't need me trying to
tell you."

"Yeah," I breathed.

"Just, um...When you tell Henry," he said slowly, "you might want to
break the news...gently."

"Okay," I nodded into the phone.

"And he probably doesn't need all the details, um...But he's your
husband anyway," Marvin said with a chuckle. "I'm no marriage
counselor."

"That's...Yeah," I agreed. "I'll be careful."

"Good," he said. "And don't you worry too much, June. My Janey hated
it at first too, but after a day or two she couldn't wait to get back
to school and take her clothes off."

He laughed and I tried to join him, but it wasn't easy.

We said our goodbyes with Marvin promising to tell my husband
everything was fine for me. I more or less dropped the phone on the
counter as I bent over at the waist and tried to replace it in the
cradle. I gave Mrs. Watkins an apologetic shrug and the bell starting
third period had sounded several minutes before. I had to return to my
classroom and I didn't find a lot of comfort in Marvin's words,
especially the part about not telling my husband everything. How could
I keep anything a secret from the man I loved?

How could I tell Henry that I'd sucked another man's penis? Or at
least a boy's...I doubted he'd see much of a difference either way.
Matt's cock wouldn't be the last one I had in my mouth either; I had
no illusions on that score. Sex was a big part of the Naked in School
Program, although nobody really went out of their way to admit that.
Social Adventurism was the politically correct term and everyone
involved tossed those words out with the prideful certainty that we
were raising a new generation of confident young adults.

I'd done my part during the short time I'd been teaching and watched
as the boys and girls under my care had explored each other. I'd
supervised and encouraged teenage girls to masturbate their male
classmates, to expose themselves completely and make their bodies
available. I hadn't insisted that anyone perform oral sex and I
certainly hadn't condoned intercourse, but I hadn't objected to such
things either. I'd left it up to the students, thinking it would teach
them independence and responsibility. A girl could and should make up
her own mind, but would I be able to say no when the time came?

I paused at a drinking fountain and luckily for me the chains
attaching my wrists to the collar were just long enough that I could
push the silvery button and drink to my heart's content. I felt very
thirsty as doubts kept nagging at me and I could still taste Matt's
semen in my mouth. The next time a boy requested relief, or simply
asked me to suck him off, I hoped I'd refuse. I had to refuse. I was
married and I loved my husband. I'd grown up telling boyfriend's no.
Sucking Matt's penis had been disgusting and humiliating and...

And I licked my lips, savoring the faintly salty flavor. Would I
really say no? I wouldn't have to tell Henry, would I? He didn't need
to know the details and my clit thrummed and my nipples burned and I
had a classroom full of teenage boys waiting for me. I had another
drink and even washed around my mouth in the fountain, so much as I
could, and that made me feel only slightly better.

I had to be insane! The fear hadn't gone away, nor had the shame, but
mixed in with those terrible emotions I felt lust as well. The young
woman I'd seen in the mirror reflected far more than just a pretty
face covered with sperm. Something inside me had woken up with that
kiss of Matt's cock and I struggled to understand the how and why of
it. Like tasting a forbidden fruit, I'd done something new. I'd given
a student, a boy I'd known less than a full month, something I'd
denied my own husband. Why did that thought spark a tingle in my cum-
filled belly?

It didn't seem very fair and I tried to push those thoughts from my
head as I reached my classroom. I didn't want to go in, but I had to
and the idea of getting in more trouble - of having my legs bound to
the spreader - was something I didn't even want to imagine. So it was
with some reluctance that I bent over and tried to turn the doorknob
with my bound left hand.

Slap!

"Oh!" I gasped with surprise at the sting of being spanked on my bare
butt. I looked over my shoulder and widened my eyes at the grin on
Todd Lowry's handsome face.

"Need a hand, June?" he asked, reaching for my excited pussy and
sliding his fingers along my slit and over the soft pucker of my
asshole.

"Stop it!" I said, nearly giving myself whiplash as I tried to slap
his hand away. "I'm still a teacher!"

"Shit," he snorted. "You're naked in school, June. Who are you tryin'
to fool?"

"Don't call me that," I warned him, standing up straight and twisting
my hips as the 18-year-old senior reached for my ass again. "My name
is Mrs. Trotter. Got it?"

"Oh yeah." Todd nodded slowly, licking his lips as he let his eyes
travel down my body. "Hotter Trotter, I got it."

"Why aren't you in class?" I asked, but he only stepped closer,
putting his hands on my hips and drawing me easily against his chest.

The boy wasn't a boy at all, but a full grown man and his brown eyes
were shining with amused desire. His black curled around his ears and
collar and he needed a shave as well as a haircut. He'd been teasing
for a month, since the first day of school, and now Todd had decided
to do more than just that. I felt his fingers digging into my flesh
and my nipples flashed hot and cold as they pressed against the cotton
of his t-shirt.

I had to look up to see his face and Todd seemed so much larger than
me. He had a broad, muscular chest and narrow hips, and thick thighs
stretching the faded denim of his jeans. He had a noticeable bulge
too, the crotch pushed outward by the generous lump of coiled manhood
aching for release. Todd pulled me tightly against it and I jerked my
arms uselessly, frowning into his face and demanding that he stop.

"Let me go! I'll report this," I told him. "Do you want to get
suspended?"

"I just want to kiss you, June. That's a reasonable request, right?"

"No! No...Let me go! Stop!"

"You told Jenny she had to let the boys kiss her," Todd reminded me.
"She didn't want to, but you made her do it. Remember?"

"That was different! Ugh!" I grunted as I tried to get away, but he
was too strong and his hands found my ass. "Todd! I'm not kidding!"

"Me neither," he breathed across my lips just before covering them
with his own.

"Mmmph!" I felt his tongue forcing its way into my mouth, his hands
kneading the firm, round cheeks of my ass.

I clenched my hands into fists and waved my elbows around like a
wounded bird, hitting his powerful biceps and getting nothing like the
reaction I'd hoped for. Todd didn't even seem to notice my struggles
and I felt the temptation to bite his tongue, but I wouldn't hurt him.
I couldn't. Even as a child when I'd gotten angry enough to want to
hit someone, I never had. There was a switch inside me, a circuit
breaker that would trip, and I'd always surrendered...Just as I had to
surrender this time.

I stopped trying to squirm from Todd's grasp and relaxed my fingers
and arms. I let my tongue lie still beneath his and felt my eyes
welling up with tears. My tummy churned and my knees shook. A shiver
went up my spine as the boy explored my vulnerable mouth, pulling the
plump mound of my sex against his crotch. I didn't have to kiss him
back, I told myself. I'd be limp and lifeless as a rag doll until Todd
grew bored with me. I had to let him kiss me; he'd been right about
that. I'd threatened Jennifer with the collar a week previously if she
didn't agree to let her classmates kiss her. I'd made some excuse
about it being for her own good and now I regretted those words.

And he did kiss me! Todd's lips were soft against mine; his tongue
felt thick and manly as it caressed my own, coaxing me to return his
lust filled attentions. My heart beat wildly as I struggled with the
guilt and shame of letting another man kiss me. My only consolation
came from knowing that I had no choice in the matter. I was naked in
school and being kissed by a boy definitely fell in the reasonable
category. I could complain to another teacher, bring it up with
Principal Steinway if I wanted, but in the end I'd only appear even
more foolish. My ego would get spanked and I'd gain no sympathy from
my students, but only lose what little respect I still possessed.

Todd's right hand moved up my hip and slender waist. He found my
breast and squeezed it gently, holding my firm flesh cupped in his
palm and rubbing my turgid nipple with his thumb. I gasped into hi
mouth and arched my back with a rush of pleasure. I felt dazed, almost
drunk as I wriggled my tongue against his. My knees weakened and found
his leg between my thighs and the cool denim pressed against my naked
vulva as he gave me something to lean on. I began rocking my hips,
grinding my pussy against him. My clitoris fairly screamed with
tension and I felt the walls of my vagina clasping against the
emptiness inside me.

"I wanna fuck you so bad," Todd breathed into my mouth and I whimpered
with agreement. I couldn't think straight any longer and I felt an
orgasm building deep in my tummy.

"Oh! Mrs. Trotter!" The door to my classroom opened suddenly and
Melody stood there with her eyes wide and her mouth open.

Another of my pregnant students, she must have been nearly eight
months along, but her tummy wasn't quite so large as Heather's. Melody
had slim build anyway and being only fifteen might have helped too, I
wasn't sure. She liked to wear over-sized t-shirts, those Sleepy-T's
with Tinkerbell and Minnie Mouse on them, and loose sandals on her
feet. Her breasts were fat with milk as well, but she wore a nursing
bra and that helped contain the inevitable spillage.

"Don't..." Todd whispered as I forced myself away from him. He wasn't
holding me, but more cradling me by then, and I stepped backwards on
rubbery legs as I tried to catch my breath.

"I was just, um...gonna go to the bathroom," Melody said, pointing her
finger down the hall. Her pretty face broke into a grin. "You guys
were making out?"

"N-No..." I groaned, giving Todd a look of resentment and regret. "Use
the bathroom. Go on."

As she started walking down the hallway, giggling at me over her
shoulder, I entered the classroom and closed the door on Todd's
unhappy face. He'd almost gotten away with it, I realized; if it
hadn't been for Melody, who knows what I might have let the boy do to
me?

I felt fresh stains cooling on my thighs and I'd grown very wet very
quickly while we'd kissed. I imagined Todd's jeans had a nice spot on
the left thigh that stank of my arousal. It served him right and I
hoped it would embarrass him as much as it embarrassed me, but I had
serious doubts about that. He'd kissed me long and deep, played with
my ass and massaged my breast...I'd known boys like him before and I was
sure Todd wouldn't feel anything but eager to try again.

"Everyone back in your seats," I said and I would have clapped my
hands if I could have.

My face felt as warm as it probably looked and my heart wasn't slowing
down as I had to deal with another two dozen teenagers. These were the
kids who hadn't taken health class the year before, either because
they'd transferred into the school district from someplace else,
they'd failed it, or the available classes had been filled. Whatever
the reason, I had a room full of tenth graders who probably knew more
about sex and making babies than they needed to probably. But I still
had to teach them and now I couldn't even write the topic title on the
whiteboard behind me!

"We're on page 23 today," I said, avoiding their stares and trying to
be brusque and professional, and not give them a chance to ask a lot
of questions about me.

"Uh...Mrs. Trotter?"

"Gary?" I looked up from my desk and I hadn't quite figured out how to
open my lesson plan without looking like an idiot. "What is it?"

"You're naked in school, right?" the boy asked with a grin and he was
one of the class clowns.

"Duh!" Donnie, the other clown, laughed. "Wanna borrow my glasses,
dude?"

"I'm naked in school this week," I agreed with a sigh. "But let's
ignore that for now and..."

"So, um..." Gary licked his lips and I felt his eyes crawling over my
skin from a dozen feet away. "Does that mean you gotta do stuff? Like...
Can I check out your pussy?"

"Oh! Dude!" Donnie laughed and the rest of the class giggled nervously
at Gary's bold recklessness.

"You could," I answered slowly, wishing I knew how to stop blushing so
furiously, "if I wasn't busy doing my job. Now open your textbook and
read the first section aloud, please."

"Yeah, but..." Gary shrugged "...being naked is kinda your job too, right?
So if I wanna finger your pussy, you gotta let me."

"Shut-up!" Marcie Bennett rolled her big green eyes. "You're such a
child sometimes!"

"I fingered you though!" he retorted.

"And that's all you did!" she said with a laugh.

"Like you know who the daddy is?" Donnie teased her and I'd learned
that Marcie had given birth to a baby boy two weeks before school had
started.

"I know it isn't you!" she retorted.

"Why?" he asked. "Is your baby black?"

"No," she said with a sweet smile. "He's got a big dick!"

"Oh man!" Gary laughed along with the rest of the class. "Marcie got
you, man!"

Donnie, like nearly all of the kids in Cotton Falls, was Caucasian.
There were very few minorities in the town, but not for any particular
reason. It's just the way it was and nobody really cared one way or
the other about it. The few black kids we had, and the odd Hispanic
and oriental student, got along fine and that had been another reason
I'd been interested in the school and the community.

"Enough," I told them. "Gary, start reading."

The class calmed down to whispers while the boy read the first few
paragraphs aloud. I couldn't really do anything about that either. The
kids just had to talk to each other, sharing their opinions about my
naked body and whatever else. I ignored their soft giggles and curious
looks, and lusty stares from some of the boys. That too was
unavoidable and a juvenile voice in the back of my mind wondered how
many of my male students had erections because of me. It wasn't a
thought I particular wanted, but I have to admit that it did give me
pleasure to know they found me attractive.

"Mmmmm..." One of the boys held up his hand and hummed to get my
attention after Gary had finished.

"Yes, Roger?"

"I heard you showed the other class where your Volvo thing is..."

"It's in her garage," someone said with a laugh.

"It's called a vulva," I corrected Roger in a loud voice, fighting the
blush in my cheeks.

"I'd like to park something inside her!" another boy replied and I
frowned at the class.

"Yeah, vulva. Okay," Roger said with a nod. "Can we see it too, or
what?"

"Uh..." I cleared my throat and I wasn't going to lie down on my desk
again!

"Is that the hairy part?" Donnie wondered and I honestly couldn't tell
if he was teasing me or not, but it embarrassed me either way.

"Hairy Trotter!" Gary said loudly, looking around the room as he
laughed.

"You should try shaving," Monica Jameson said and several of her
friends nodded in agreement. "It would look a lot nicer."

"Feel better too," Polly told me with a sincere smile.

"Maybe," I said with a shrug. "I'll think about it. Let's get back to
the..."

"I got my shaving stuff with me," Robin said, lifting a pink gym bag
off the floor. She was six months pregnant and liked to keep a lot of
snacks handy...and toiletries, apparently.

Monica and Polly both lit up with smiles at that news. Those three
girls were best friends and the rumor was that they were openly
lesbian, despite Robin's obvious condition. I didn't pay much
attention to gossip and hadn't noticed anything out of the ordinary,
but I probably wouldn't know a lesbian until one bit me either.

Anyway, they'd apparently formed their own little shaved pussy club
and didn't seem particularly shy about it at least, but they'd all
done their turns in the NIS Program the year before. I have to admit
that whatever else Naked in School might be, it certainly gave most
girls real confidence in their bodies. Of course, sixteen year olds
tend to be very cute anyway and they weren't an exception. Not even
Robin, who liked inviting her female classmates to rub her tummy.

"Do you want us to shave you?" Monica asked. "All we need is a little
water."

"Yeah! You'll love it, I swear!" Polly said, giggling as Robin
unzipped her bag and started digging through it.

"Shaving's pretty nice," Robin told no one in particular, "but getting
shaved is better!"

"Much!" Monica nodded with a grin. "We like to shave each other."

"So you don't have to worry," Polly added. "We're like experts!"

"Oh, I don't think we have time..." I said, blinking as Robin produced a
can of shaving cream and then a woman's razor, the same kind I used to
shave my legs and underarms with.

The classroom had become louder as everyone talked about shaving or
being shaved. Some of the other girls wanted to know if it would hurt
or not. The boys looked at each other and grinned a lot, asking Monica
and her friends for a peek at their shaved pussies. I blinked when
Polly stood up with a giggle, unbuttoned the red hipsters she wore,
and pulled the front of her panties down far enough to prove she was
shaven smooth.

"See? It looks nice, huh?" she asked, turning with her plump pubis
exposed completely.

I could see the small knot of flesh at the top of Polly's pink slit
and I thought she looked like a twelve year old. She wasn't over
developed anyway, not like some of her classmates, having small
breasts and a rather petite body. The girl was undeniably cute though,
especially when she laughed, and Polly wasn't shy at all as she
invited several of the boys to touch her skin.

"Hey! No fingering!" she giggled, jerking her hips away from Donnie as
he'd slipped his middle finger downward, along the tight cleft of
Polly's pussy.

"Are you gonna do it, Mrs. Trotter?" Melody asked, having returned
from the bathroom some while before.

"Yeah! Do it, Mrs. Trotter!" ... "Show us how!" ... "Go for it!"

For several minutes I could only stand in front of my class blushing
as the kids tried to convince me to shave my pussy. The strange thing
was that school had become fun again. I'd actually relaxed for a
little while, almost forgetting my situation as I'd let my students
enjoy themselves. They don't teach it at college, but I'd learned that
once in awhile it was good to open the class up and allow them to talk
amongst themselves. So long as the atmosphere remained friendly and
they didn't wander too far from the subject at hand, it made school
interesting.

"Come on!" Monica said with a smile. "Everybody wants to know how to
do it."

"It's part of health class anyway," Polly shrugged. "Isn't it?"

"All we need is some water," Robin told us and Marcie held up a
plastic bottle of mineral water.

"Fresh from the drinking fountain!" she said with a grin and several
other students had bottles of their own.

"I guess, um...Yeah." I laughed nervously buckling under the pressure of
their enthusiasm. "Okay. I'll try it, but...Who's going to..."

"Me!" Monica decided. "This is gonna be so cool. You're gonna love
it."

"Just sit on your desk, Mrs. Trotter," Polly suggested and I
experienced a strange sense of d�j� vu.

"Put a towel under her butt or something!" someone said.

"I've only got one towel," Robin replied. She held up the one she'd
packed in her gym bag along with a bunch of Twinkies, a jar of
pickles, and who knows what all else. She liked to dunk the Twinkies
in the pickle juice, much to everyone's amusement.

"It'll be messy," Polly said with a frown. "Give me your sweatshirt."

"What?" Charlie Whitman blinked at her.

"Mrs. Trotter needs to sit on something," she told him.

"She can sit on my face!" Gary whispered loudly and Donnie nodded, but
I ignored him.

"That's okay," I offered, not wanting to ruin anyone's clothes. "I can
just, um..."

"She can sit on my dick too," Donnie replied and I gave him a stern,
red-faced frown.

There really wasn't another solution though and Charlie surrendered
his Chicago Bears sweatshirt with a chunky grin. He was a rather large
boy and must have liked his sweatshirt a lot, but couldn't argue with
three girls and he wanted to help anyway.

"I'll wash it for you tonight," I promised him as Robin spread the
sweatshirt near the edge of my desk.

"Spread your legs," Polly told me, holding the bottle of water and
getting ready to pour some over my pussy.

"Look at her clit!" Marcie said and I really didn't want to go through
the same experience I'd had earlier.

The students had gathered around me, of course, and Monica had pulled
up a chair so she could sit between my wide-spread knees. My sex was
completely exposed, of course, and after being excited all morning
long, every part of my vulva looked dark and swollen. My clitoris
throbbed and I'd almost grown used to that constant, relentless
sensation. It must have been nearly an inch long, pink and pointing
outward like a tiny penis. The skin around it felt tight, and looked
tight as well, and I prayed no one would flick it the way Petra had.

My labia were swollen as well. My long, fat pussy lips had become
distended the way they do when I get aroused, and they glistened with
the wetness leaking from my pussy. They were sticky and clinging
together to form a long, uneven crease and only near the bottom of my
slit did my labia part ways to reveal the small, pink hole leading to
my womb. Every part of me was revealed as the fine, golden hair that
grew around my sex hid nothing from the eyes of my students.

I felt uncomfortable sitting like that, but most of the shame I'd felt
earlier had disappeared. I guess a person gets used to anything
eventually and I knew I had nothing to be ashamed of anyway. Half the
people on the planet have a pussy and perhaps the way Robin hadn't
hesitated to show hers off had helped me somehow. If a teenage girl
could be so comfortable with her body, why couldn't I? But it still
wasn't easy to sit there. I hadn't forgotten my husband at all and I
felt guilty knowing I would have refused to do this for him in the
privacy of our bedroom. It made me feel foolish in a way and that led
to a sense of shame that I probably deserved.

"You've got a pretty pussy, Mrs. Trotter," Polly told me as she tilted
the plastic bottle and I gasped loudly as the cold water splashed over
my clitoris.

"Oh! God!" I jerked and tried to close my legs, only to find Monica
sitting in the way and I squeezed her body between my knees.

"Wow!" Robin giggled. "Sensitive!"

"Oops!" Polly grinned as she continued to pour and I felt Monica's
fingers on my pussy, stroking my burning flesh beneath the water.

"N-No...Stop!" I breathed, rocking my hips and trying to get away from
the orgasm threatening to explode within me.

"It's okay," Monica whispered. "I know how to do it...Just relax...Shhhh..."

The girl rubbed two fingers up and down my slit, working my plump
labia between them and finally slipping her middle finger inside my
pussy. Her thumb found my clit, rubbing it from side to side and I
hunched my hips against the intense pleasure it gave me. Everything
seemed to be happening so fast. I'd been calm and relaxed, but now I
could barely catch my breath. I wanted her to stop, or rub me harder,
or finger me deeper, or...something!

"P-Please! Ah!" I gasped again, shivering as Monica curled her finger
inside me and found someplace soft and much too sensitive.

"Grab her legs!" Monica said, leaning closer so she could kiss my
pussy.

"Oh God!" I groaned loudly as Polly and Robin pulled my legs wide
apart and Monica's lips closed around my clitoris, pinching it
tightly.

I couldn't sit up any longer and without being able to use my arms, I
fell backwards across my desk. I was cumming! My pussy spasmed around
the girl's finger as cum squirted across Monica's face like lemon
juice. I shook with a rush of hot adrenaline, twisting my body as I
fought the restraints on my wrists. I wanted to touch myself all over.
My tits ached and my tummy quivered. I tried to close my legs again,
but the girls held me open, stroking my thighs and giggling happily at
my helpless state.

"Eat her out, Monica!" Robin said. "Suck her pussy!"

"Make her cum again!" Polly agreed. "Don't let her stop!"

Monica didn't even slow down as she replaced her finger with her
mouth. The teenage girl pulled my cum soaked labia into her mouth and
chewed them like bubblegum, nibbling and biting my fat pussy lips,
sucking them eagerly as her upper lip and nose teased my clitoris
mercilessly. She stiffened her tongue and thrust it inside me,
wriggling it around as if French kissing my sex. Monica swallowed
noisily while her classmates watched and whispered, giggling and
urging her to make me cum again...as if I already wasn't? God! My
orgasms never stopped. They just rolled over me in waves, one after
another.

"Fuck this!" I heard Gary say and that made no sense at all until the
boy pushed his hard cock into my mouth.

I lay lengthwise across my desk with my butt on the edge, but it
wasn't quite long enough and my head fell off the opposite side. The
world was upside down and all I could see was a hairy, teenage scrotum
hanging bare inches from my eyes. Gary had pulled his pants and
underwear down around his knees and with my head tilted, he had a
straight shot into my open throat. The boy fucked my face with his
hands holding me steady. I watched his balls coming closer until they
settled over my nose and eyes, his cockhead stretching my throat for a
long heartbeat. I gasped for air and he did it again, sliding his cock
back and forth, finding a quick, easy rhythm that worked for both of
us.

Someone else began kissing my left breast, tugging my arm out of the
way with only small discomfort. The sensation of having my nipple
pinched, suckled, and nibbled felt too good to be true. Another mouth
found my right breast and started doing the same thing. My students
were removing my shoes and it took me a moment to realize it.
Everything confused me, nothing made sense as my senses were
overloaded with stimulation. I felt something tickling my left foot
and I slowly figured out that it had to be a boy's hard penis. Two
boys as my right foot slid along the hot, hard shaft of someone's
erection. They were using my feet to jerk off with and I might have
giggled if I hadn't been busy trying to breathe around the cock in my
mouth,

"My turn! Hurry up!" I heard Polly saying and I offered my students a
low, frustrated moan as Monica pulled her mouth of my pussy.

Thankfully, Polly quickly shoved her tongue between my labia and she
liked to rub my clit while she ate me out. I humped my crotch against
her face as another orgasm ripped through my body. Cum flooded out of
me and into the girl's mouth and as a reward, Polly pinched my clit so
hard that I saw stars. Tears flooded my eyes and the pain made no
sense at all because it felt wonderful. My clitoris screamed with
pleasure and I would have too if Gary hadn't decided to loose his hot
semen into my mouth suddenly.

I choked on the salty juice pumping across the roof of my mouth and
tried to swallow, but most of it spurted from my lips and around the
shaft of his cock. The stuff spilled into my eyes with a stinging
sensation that made me blink rapidly as they began to water. His cum
dripped onto the floor and into my hair. When he pulled his cock from
my bruised lips I tried to shake my head, but Donnie was right there
to feed me his chubby penis and I had no choice. I couldn't have
refused him if I'd wanted to; all I could do was open wide and let him
fuck my mouth until he came.

He didn't last long, none of the boys did, and I had no idea how many
used me that way. At least four or five, perhaps as many as seven or
eight. I couldn't count them. I couldn't keep track of anything. Polly
had sucked me off to several amazing orgasms before letting Robin have
her turn. She sucked my clit and fucked my pussy with two, three, and
finally all four of her fingers. She wanted to get her thumb inside me
too and I could hear her complaining because my pussy was too tight.
Someone had cum on my foot, the right one, and I could feel the semen
squishing between my toes.

I had hickeys on my breasts, a number of them, although I didn't
realize it yet. All I knew was how good it felt to be kissed there and
I knew my students were taking turns. I could hear them complaining
impatiently as they waited to fuck my mouth or suck my nipples or lick
my pussy. Some of the boys wanted to fuck me and I could hear them
plainly, but I had three guardian angels in Monica, Polly, and Robin.
They weren't going to give up my pussy for anyone except each other
and I suppose I should have been grateful for that. Part of me
wouldn't have minded though; having a nice, hard cock driving into my
pussy would have made everything perfect.

They'd had me for little more than half an hour, my tenth grade Health
class, helpless and at their mercy. It had seemed like 30 seconds to
me, but I'd swallowed a lot of boy cum and even more of it covered my
face. I'd cum a dozen times, monster cums, I mean; I couldn't count
the smaller orgasms I'd had in between. I felt exhausted and when the
bell rang and the kids reluctantly let me go, all I could do was lay
there gasping for air. They scrambled to straighten their clothes and
I only slowly realized that I hadn't been the only naked girl in the
room.

Marcie, Melody, and a girl named Loren had all gotten naked and let
some of the boys fuck them. They'd probably let Monica and her friends
have some fun as well. I had no idea what had been going on around me,
but I heard Melody asking if anyone had a panty liner she could
borrow. I caught a glimpse of her pregnant tummy spattered with semen,
but she must have had a lot between her thighs as well.

I turned my head to see Marcie pulling up her baby blue panties and
frowning at the cum glistening on her smallish breasts. Someone had
jerked off on the girl or something and she wiped a blob of semen off
her flushed skin and flicked it onto the floor. Marcie had some
Kleenex and used a wad of tissue to soak up the juices leaking from
her raw, gaping pussy.

Loren lay across her desk, on her tummy with her legs spread wide and
cum leaking from her puffy anus. That made me blink, especially since
the attractive brunette looked utterly happy with a dreamy smile and
half-lidded eyes. She must have been cumming, I realized, while some
boy had fucked her ass. I couldn't even imagine such a thing could
possibly feel good. It seemed surreal to me, the whole thing, and
thought I must be on drugs.

I closed my eyes, taking slow deep breaths as I fell from my post-
orgasmic high. I felt drunk and giggled at the idea of having an orgy
in the middle of school. That's what it had been though; I had little
doubt of that. At least four naked girls, one of them pregnant, and
their teacher all having sex? Wild, crazy sex made even more reckless
because they'd known our time was short. The only good news was that I
had an hour all to myself. Half the school would have lunch from 11-12
and normally I'd go to the faculty lounge and eat my usual yogurt,
catch up on the papers I needed to grade, and just relax.

But I couldn't even imagine being so normal and I really didn't want
to move anyway.

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