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Aisha had shown her the cafeteria, the library, the gymnasium... All places that start looking the same when you get transferred as often as Ella did because of her father’s work. But she had heard rumors about this school that, if true, would drastically set it apart.
“Is it true that blowjobs are really casual here? Like, instead of saying hi, a guy will pull out his dick and stick it down your throat.”
“It’s... well... yeah.” Aisha took a few moments to compose herself. This was a hard fact to spin in a positive light. Though Ella found this whole blowjob culture fascinating, it was obviously an embarrassing topic for the kind of girl who volunteers to give tours to transfer students.
Ella always tried her best to not judge books by their covers and expected the same in kind, but from Aisha’s sweater and jeans (not even skinny jeans!), the girl’s cover was that of an instruction manual. Ella knew that the proper way to attract attention without standing out was to be a blonde girl with tight black leggings and a white belly shirt. Dress like everyone else but let your ass set you apart.
“A few years ago,” Aisha continued once she found the right words, “before my time, the school implemented harsh no-touching rules between girls and boys. They had the long list of no-nos carved on a metal plaque and bolted to a stone at the entrance —you’ve probably seen it. But they missed an important one and seniors immediately started taking advantage of the loophole. It was to rebel against overly strict rules at first, I imagine, but now it’s... like you said: a casual greeting.”
“And the teachers don’t stop them?”
“They gave up on trying a long time ago and the school board paid too much money for that plaque to change it now. But, hey, don’t worry too much about it. A few girls get all of the attention; boys probably won’t notice you.”
“Do you get throated a lot?”
“I... sometimes... I mean, not because I’m not popular. It’s just... I’m really busy with all the school committees and everything. Boys don’t bother to say hi. You know, because they know I’m always so busy.” Aisha’s body language screamed ‘I need a cock in my throat to validate my attractiveness’. And she was attractive in a cute, nerdy sort of way.
Tour over, the girls arrived at the classroom a little late but with special permission. From Ella’s side of the door, it sounded like they were learning how to churn butter in there.
How shocked she would have been had Ella not heard that rumor beforehand. The classroom was chaos. The teacher had only bothered to write ‘read chapter 12’ on the board and was now absorbed in his phone enough to ignore the literal oral orgy his class had turned into. Every boy had their dicks wet in some throat. As Aisha pointed out, some girls were sitting quietly, being ignored while others picked up their slack by getting their faces stuffed with multiple cocks. It was a classic case of insecure boys not wanting to be seen talking to unpopular girls... but with throat-fucking. Ella felt sorry for Aisha who walked to her desk and buried her face in chapter 12, knowing no one would come share a liquid hello.
It was easy to see who the most popular girl was. There was a waiting line for her mouth, already stretched grotesquely around two large cocks. She reminded Ella of a greedy chipmunk. Mascara ran down her face, which was probably by design, and Ella made a mental note to go heavier on the makeup tomorrow. The cocks occupying that girl’s mouth were taking turns plunging deeper into the throat, and she was taking it like a champ with barely any gagging.
Ella walked to an empty desk. Just as she turned around to sit, she noticed one of the double-teaming guys returning her glance. She made sure to point her perfectly shaped, squishy bubble buttocks in the right direction before bending over to place her backpack on the floor. Her leggings were so thin that the lack of panty lines could only mean one thing: she wasn’t wearing any.
While pretending to go through her bag, making jerky movements to highlight the fact she wasn’t wearing a bra either, Ella heard the sound of boots getting closer. When she looked up, her face rubbed against the underside of a very wet erection.
As if time stopped, the disturbing cacophony of plowed throats ended abruptly, everyone wondering how the new girl would handle her first hello from the most hung —and presumably most popular— guy in class. Even the girls with a cock balls-deep in their pie-holes were staring from the corner of whichever eye was not blocked by the navel pressed against their cum-dripping noses.
Ella was familiar with the importance of first impressions at a new school and how crucial this moment was. How do you return a handshake? You open your hand. How do you return a cock pressing against your face? You opened your mouth.
She tried to relax her throat the way she practiced with her toothbrush the night before when she first heard the rumors. I should have practiced with a baseball bat, she thought as the biggest cock she had ever seen strained her jaw. The thing could barely fit inside her mouth yet that popular girl had been taking it to the hilt. The school’s ironclad rules were clear about touching the opposite sex with your hands, so she wouldn’t have been allowed to push him away even if she wanted. Better to let it happen and hope he knows what he’s doing more than me.
Ella was gagging hard, which was especially noticeable in the new eerie silence of the classroom. The few impolite giggles made her self-conscious. “Mmph, slurp, gluck, bleh...” she was turning red more from her embarrassing noises than her choking on a cock. However, once the guy had her hair wrapped around his knuckles (touching a girl’s hair must have also been overlooked in the rules) he made steady, sloppy progress until he was buried so deep inside her skull that all sounds were muffled.
After a few minutes of watching the show, heads started turning back to either a book, a cock, or a mouth, and the cacophony of sloppy suction sounds returned to the classroom. Ella never had a handshake last so long or shared a secret handshake with so many different moves and angles. When the bell rang an hour later, she had her head bent backward over the back of her chair while the guy —whom she still didn’t know the name of— slapped his ballsack against the ridge of her nose and punched her chin with his pubic patch. With that angle, Ella felt like she was getting her stomach fucked and regretted not taking a deeper breath when she had the chance.
Ella had tapped out in panic a few times but, for better or worse, was thoroughly ignored. Thankfully, no one noticed her passing out, not even the guy ‘shaking her hand’ unless he felt her slackening throat and didn’t care. Anyway, almost dying was better than being labeled as an ungrateful bitch on her first day.
Half the students remained after the bell to finish a nut or swallow said nut. Ella’s throat had been exhaustively defiled for an hour straight, so feeling the throbs of the shaft while thick goo was being pumped into her stomach was a relief; she didn’t know how much longer she could have lasted. Breath management was definitely a skill to be worked on.
It was a strange sensation to not have that guy’s cock in her throat once he extracted his meat; as if it had been in there her whole life. Ella raised her head, choking, drowning, seeing stars, and eventually noticed that she was surrounded by cocks. The belle of the ball had her choice of hand to shake. Everyone wanted to say hi to the new girl now that she had gotten a seal of approval from a jock.
Ella looked around, pretending to have high standards when it came to choosing cocks dripping with the throat juice of female strangers. She remembered who had been the guy sharing the popular girl’s throat and leaned in toward him before opening her mouth. If there was one thing she’d learn during her years of school-hoping, it was to always follow the pecking order.
Despite her recent crash course, Ella knew she was still the least experienced mouth these cocks had ever visited. So, to not give away her lack of blowjobs skills, she played the game passively and let this new boy use her throat like a pussy. From the corner of her eye, she noticed her old nameless hung friend ignoring an animated lecture from the popular girl whose throat he was plunging earlier. She could only make out a few words, something about ‘humiliating me in front of the whole class’. When you’re giving deepthroats to a bunch of guys like a hotdog eating contest, it’s hard to hear anything over your own gargles.
Ella spent the entire recess as one of those blow-up sex dolls with the mouth in the shape of an O, and most of the next class too. Teachers here truly didn’t care what happened during their classes. When she finally found time to rest her sore jaw in the cafeteria, she looked for the only person who had spoken a word to her since she arrived.
Aisha was surprised to see the new girl take the seat next to hers, given her miraculous surge in popularity.
“Well, that was an interesting morning,” Ella said with a friendly smile. She patted her slightly bulging stomach. “Guess I can save my lunch money, huh.”
“I don’t know if you know how lucky you are,” Aisha said. “Shawn almost never greets anyone other than his girlfriend. The look on Stacy’s face made my year, and I have you to thank for that.”
“Shawn. Is that his name? Guys should wear name tags in this school if they’re only going to talk with their cocks.”
Once they were done giggling at the mental image of a faded ‘Hello, my name is Shawn’ sticker on a 200$ shirt, Ella asked: “Do you... want to know what it was like?”
“Ohmygod, yes. Tell me everything.”
But before Ella could speak of the devil, he appeared behind them.
“That’s her, the new girl,” Shawn told a guy looking too old to be a senior and looking too similar not to be at least his cousin.
Aisha froze, her fork inches away from her mouth.
“Looks alright,” the older guy said, eyes panning from Ella’s nipple bumps to her squished butt on the seat.
“Try her,” Shawn told him as if Ella’s throat was nothing more than a freshly baked apple pie.
The older guy dropped his pants and revealed a sausage even bigger than the one who reshaped Ella’s throat earlier. It was a veiny monster still engorging with each heartbeat.
Ella had to override a lot of survival features in her brain to get her mouth to open. But before the fist-size cock head smeared her lips with pre, she wanted to throw her only friend a bone. “Shawn, this is my friend Aisha,” Is all that she got out before the new cock dislocated her jaw.
Without this inception, Shawn would have probably walked all the way back to his table to get his cock sucked by his girlfriend, but Ella’s subtle point was that Aisha was right here. Heck, her mouth was already open.
And it worked. Shawn introduced himself to Aisha’s virgin throat. Her teary eyes rolled back as he made her throat look like a frog’s vocal sack.
“I’ll talk to you after school,” Aisha said cheerfully, patting her own cum belly proudly. Ella’s greeting was still going and likely to make her miss the last period. Not that she would do anything different there. “And Ella... thanks.”
Ella managed a thumbs-up even though the cock plunger stretching her white crop top with its esophagus bulge had sapped all of her strength. She would likely not be hungry for supper either. -->
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