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Randi Bjork Week, Monday
I trembled, Teal’s cum leaking out of my asshole as I stared at my lover, Ms. Keisha Rowbottom.
The African-American futa-teacher stared at me while the other students laughed and moaned, some still having sex from watching me sixty-nine with my best friend, Annalee, while Teal rammed into my bowels.
I couldn’t believe I let this all happened. I was so horny from being naked, so turned on by the humiliation of everyone watching, I embraced the ultimate shame. I let someone other than my futa-lover fuck me.
The emotional pain made me cum so hard. Half-a-day enrolled in the Program had shown me what my kinks were. I had no idea I had this masochist urge to be humiliated in me. It rose through me so fast.
I couldn’t speak now as I came down from my dizzying, orgasmic heights. My blonde hair swayed about my trembling shoulders. My large breasts jiggled before me. I licked my lips, tasting Annalee’s tart pussy juices.
“Come along, Miss Bjork,” my futa-lover said, maintaining the fiction that we weren’t more than teacher and student.
My insides twisted. I nodded and stumbled after her, tears burning my eyes.
“You can’t get mad at her,” Annalee said. “She’s in the Program. It’s lunch. Who cares if we’re all fucking.”
“This is a different matter,” Ms. Rowbottom said, her voice tight. Was she angry? I shuddered. I had hurt her. I’d ruined everything. Up until two weeks ago, we were forced to keep our relationship quiet. Until then, it was illicit. Nearly a year of loving each other in secret and now that we could finally tell people, now that the school’s rules had changed on teacher/student relationships, I’d cheated on her.
The shame of being caught made my pussy itch. This perverse desire to be punished now swelled in me. To be yelled out. My ass tingled. I felt like a little girl being bent over my futa-mother’s knee about to face the belt and...
I shuddered. Did I want to be spanked, too?
My cheeks burned as we threaded through the students. Ginny and her futa-girlfriend were kissing now, no longer filming my adulterous fun. Rosario Todaro was on her knees sucking her futa-girlfriend’s dirty dick clean, Samantha grinning the entire time. On another table. Xochitl and her futa-sister were writhing in incestuous passion. They were naked for some reason.
Were they both nudist now?
Ms. Rowbottom exited the cafeteria with me trailing behind her. The noise from the cafeteria dwindled. I felt alone with her, thinking of her as Keisha. I glanced at her rump as it swayed, her tight skirt gripping it. Her hoop earrings glinted gold, contrasting with the coffee-brown hue of her skin. She was such a gorgeous futa. Such an amazing lover.
I wanted to apologize, but a futa stepped out of the restroom. I didn’t know her, but the Chinese futa grinned and smacked me on the rump as I passed. The stinging sensation brought a quivering moan from me.
Keisha glanced over her shoulder.
Fresh shame made my pussy clench and my asshole tightened. More cum dripped out of my bowels and matted my asscheeks. I trembled, my heart pounding in my chest. I wanted to say something, to explain myself.
No words could escape my lips.
We reached her English classroom. It also served as meeting for the debate club, which counted as an elective and also was my next class after the lunch break. She opened the door, ushering me inside. As I passed, she gave my ass a spank.
I gasped.
The door closed and the knot on my tongue untied. I whirled around and gasped, “I’m so sorry. I don’t know what...”
I trailed off as she stared at the cum on her fingers. My cheeks burned with shame. Teal’s jizz oozed out of my crack. To my shock, she brought the jizz to her lips and sucked it clean. Her dark cheeks hollowed and she moaned.
I swallowed.
“Mmm, that’s not bad,” Keisha said, her eyes flicking to me. The older futa had an amused smile on her lips. Where was the anger? The fury? I’d cheated on her. “Relax, Randi. I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“But ... but...” The tears burned my eyes. “I got out of control.”
She pulled me to her, my large breasts pillowing into her blouse. “It’s okay. That’s the point of the Program.”
I blinked at that. “You’re not mad?”
“I should have talked to you, told you that if anything happened this week, I’d understand.” She smiled. “You’re going to school naked and getting touched by everyone. You’d be hard pressed not to slip up. At how embarrassed you were, though, I didn’t expect it to happen so fast.”
“I didn’t mean for it,” I said. “Annalee led the way. If she knew we were dating, she wouldn’t have done anything. I should have told people and—”
She kissed me, cutting off my words. I shuddered and then melted into her. My pussy itched again. I could feel her futa-dick swelling beneath her skirt. I whimpered, grinding against her. I didn’t have to be ashamed in here.
“It’s okay,” she said when she broke the kiss. “I enjoyed watching your show. You were quite free, did you know that?”
“Free?”
“Mmm, yes,” she said. She glanced at the clock. “Shit, I wish we had time to make love, but it’s almost the end of the hour.”
I shuddered, wanting to do that. “You’re really not mad.”
“Not at all,” she said. “Mmm, I saw the A/V club filming it. I might watch it with you tonight.” She arched her eyebrow. “How does that sound?”
I blushed deeply, shame rippling through me. It felt delicious. Maybe ... Maybe I could embrace this. “Sounds fun.”
She stepped away from me and said, “Go take your seat. Unless you want to announce our relationship to the school.”
“I don’t want people gossiping about us,” I said even as this tingle raced through me. If everyone knew, I would be getting looks, blushing.
My pussy itched.
I sat down at my seat.
Annalee entered a few minutes later, dressed and looking both concerned and happy like she floated on the pleasure I gave her despite her worry for me. She gave me a look, arching an eyebrow at me. I blushed. I hadn’t even told her. It was the real reason I didn’t want to tell anyone.
It would hurt her.
“We were talking about Ms. Bjork’s issue with public speaking while naked,” said Ms. Rowbottom. “Nothing to concern you. I wouldn’t dream of running the fun Miss Bjork is having. Or you, Miss Blake.”
“Oh, goddess,” groaned my friend. “I didn’t think a teacher would be watching.”
“It was ... stimulating.”
The others filtered in and my tongue felt like lead again as everyone stared at me. We were preparing for our debate on smoking laws. Did a private business have the right to determine if they allowed it in their establishment? Or did the government have the right to tell them what they could or could not allow inside the establishment?
After all, it was a legal product.
That was what I liked about the debate. Researching topics, making arguments. Even if they were ones I disagreed with. You didn’t get to decide which side you were on in a debate. You just had to give the best-darned answer you could.
Everyone was talking, exchanging points, coming up with arguments, and finding citations while I shuddered, unable to say a thing. I just nodded and took notes, my pussy growing hotter and hotter as futas, and a few girls, stared at my naked body. They saw all my shameful flesh, including the cum drying on my ass when I moved around. My pussy dripped juices. My nipples ached.
“Miss Bjork, why don’t you come forward and see if you can practice your opening,” said Ms. Rowbottom. “Just remember how free you were during the lunch period.”
“Yeah, you were,” said Liese Haber. She was a sophomore futa, with hair a lighter shade of blonde than mine. More platinum. She had that buxom, German milkmaid look, her tits overflowing her ruffled blouse. “It was hot.”
My cheeks burned as I gripped my note cards. I stepped before everyone, my body shaking. My large tits swayed from side to side. My stomach twisted. Ten sets of eyes stared at me, Liese licking her lips, Jacinta Albuquerque practically salivating, while Marion Steele rubbed herself beneath her desk, stroking through the jeans she wore.
I opened my lips and only a croak emerged. I shuddered. I had to speed talk. I tried harder. “Do ... does ... the ... g ... govern...” I took a deep breath. My cheeks burned as everyone whispered, frowning. Tears beaded in my eyes. My pussy grew hotter. “Does the ... the...” Why couldn’t I speak? Why was this so difficult?
Because they could see my tits?
They could see my tits. My pussy. They could see that I was a depraved slut who ate pussy and was fucked in the asshole. They could see how wet I was. How hard my nipples were. I whimpered, my hands shaking.
“It’s okay,” Ms. Rowbottom said, her voice soft. Then, to the class, added, “She’s having some issue with being naked. So let’s just give her a moment.”
I nodded my head, but my heart sank. I was captaining the team. We only had three people who would compete on Saturday, and I was one of them. If I couldn’t perform then ... I was letting them down. It was so humiliating being unable to speak.
I wanted to masturbate.
Tuesday
The next day, Annalee teased me all throughout the day. I think she was trying to relax me. She fingered me to an orgasm before my first class. She kissed me while a futa named Ayame Yamashita fucked me in the pussy from behind. Later, Annalee had Flower Ilbert fuck me during the lunch break before my friend licked my pussy clean.
I embraced the humiliation of being watched. I savored it. I had Keisha’s permission to understand it. She even encouraged it. Last night—my parents knew about our affair and allowed me to sleep over half the time—after we’d made love a few times while watching the video Candice had shot and posted on the school’s Facebook page, Keisha had said, “See how free you are. I want you to keep doing that. Let yourself go. Embrace it.”
I didn’t understand why she wanted me to embrace it, but I did.
I embraced it so much, Annalee and I were racing through the hall about to be late for our debate class. My tits heaved. My bare feet smacked on the floors. I pressed my tits to my chest while Flower’s cum ran out of my pussy and down my thighs.
Annalee burst through the door first, gasping, “Sorry! We got ... caught up ... in ... in ... helping Randi.”
“Sorry...” I panted, my body still buzzing. I sucked in breaths, everyone looking at us. Liese had a big grin on her face.
“I’m only sorry Annalee didn’t pick me,” the German futa said, her lips plump and glossy.
“When you catch your breath, Miss Bjork, I have an idea to help with your stammering,” Ms. Rowbottom said.
I shuddered, glancing at my futa-lover. Then I noticed the bag she had on her desk. It was a tasteful, black back with the silver letters, “Wanton Delights” on the side. Beneath it was a silhouette of a woman’s curvy body.
What had she bought? And when? On the lunch break?
I caught my breath and then stood up front, the cum dribbling down my thighs. Ms. Rowbottom moved behind me. I shuddered, feeling her presence there. I bit my lip as the bag rustled. The class let out oohs and aahs at whatever she’d produced.
“I noticed something about you when you were writhing atop Miss Blake and getting ass-fucked by Ms. Constance,” Ms. Rowbottom said.
A humming burst to life behind me. My pussy clenched. I gripped my note cards at the sound of a vibrator. I whimpered, my humiliation swelling as she brought it between my thighs. I shuddered as she rubbed it up and down my sloppy folds.
“When you were having sex, you had no trouble speaking,” she purred and thrust the vibrator into me. “Now, let’s see if you can’t start speaking.”
I glanced down at my note cards as the toy rippled through me. I groaned and shuddered, my heart pounding. It churned me up. It felt so naughty in my jizz-filled cunt. I whimpered, wiggling my hips from side to side.
Then I heard clothing rustling. Some of the girls gasped. Annalee licked her lips, leaning forward. I glanced behind me to see that Ms. Rowbottom had hiked her skirt. Her dark shaft of ebony passion thrust out from her thick, black bush. She rubbed lube into her girl-dick, grinning at me.
“I’m going to help her experience that pleasure,” said Ms. Rowbottom. “Getting ass-fucked with a vibrator in her cunt should help Miss Bjork focus.”
“Thank you, Ms. Rowbottom,” I groaned, saying those words with ease thanks to the pleasure rippling through me. “Please, please, fuck my naughty ass.”
The words were so shameful to say. My pussy melted just a little more around the vibrator humming away in me. Everyone stared at me, Annalee giving me a big grin, Marion Steele unzipping her jeans and pulling out her girl-dick.
“Does the government have the right to—” My words trailed off as Ms. Rowbottom’s thick cock pressed between the cheeks of my ass. “Have the right to dictate ... Oh, yes, fuck my asshole!”
I couldn’t talk fast, but I could speak. I gripped my note cards, reading off the words as best I could with a vibrator churning up my twat and my lover’s futa-cock pressing against my naughty sphincter. My anal ring stretched and stretched.
“Yes, yes, get in my asshole and fuck me like a dirty, nasty slut!” I moaned then glanced down at my cards. “Liberalism is defined...”
It was so hard to talk with my futa-lover’s cock sliding deeper and deeper into my bowels. That hot, velvety friction merged with the buzzing bliss in my twat. Her arms slid around my body and found my heavy breasts, squeezing them as she buried to the hilt in me.
Everyone was staring at me. Annalee had a big grin on her face. Liese had hiked her skirt and stroked her futa-cock with one hand and rubbed her pussy with the other. Her panties dangled from her ankle. Umeko Himura, Denice’s sex slave, whimpered, plunging fingers into her twat while Jacinta Albuquerque groped both her tits, watching in awe.
They all witnessed my shameful lusts.
My pussy clenched down on the vibrator as I read from the cards, stumbling over the words. Not from fear, but pleasure. I was moaning. Gasping. My teacher’s fingers kneaded my nipples. She massaged them, ramming into my bowels over and over.
“That’s it,” Ms. Rowbottom purred into my ear as her thick, Black futa-dick reamed my asshole. Her dark fingers kneaded my milk-pale tits. “Enjoy it, you Swedish slut. You love it. All those eyes staring at you. Lusting for you.”
I whimpered, my orgasm swelling faster. I glanced at them, masturbating, staring at me. Annalee had three fingers reaming her cunt. Alanna Glass whimpered as she thrust her thumb into her asshole and two digits into her twat at the same time. Liese shuddered, her tits jiggling in her blouse as she stared at me with hunger.
“Damn, you’re just so sexy,” Liese moaned.
“Quiet,” panted Ms. Rowbottom, her cock plunging into my asshole. “She has to concentrate on her reading.”
“Yes!” I moaned. “Mmm, I have to focus on being a big slut for Ms. Rowbottom’s dick. Ooh, she’s stretching me open more and ... and...” I glanced down at my card. “So if liberalism is about the defense an individuals liberty to both live her life and control her property, then...”
It felt so incredible. My pussy buzzed in delight. The vibrator churned me up as Ms. Rowbottom’s dick thrust deep into me. She smacked into my rump. I shuddered, juices running down my thighs. My nipples throbbed and ached, brushed by her fingers.
My pleasure built faster. I stared at all my classmates, seeing the bliss in their eyes as they watched my humiliating display. I was utterly exposed to them, my desires as bare as my body. I trembled, gasping, the cards shaking in my hand.
“Are you going to cum?” Ms. Rowbottom asked.
“I am!” I moaned. “Oh, goddess, I’m going to cum with that big futa-dick reaming my asshole.”
“Yeah, you are!” Annalee panted, her face twisting in delight.
“Do it,” purred Ms. Rowbottom. “Cum hard. Let them all see your passion.”
“Yes!” I gasped, my hands shaking more. “So if we agree to this premise than ... than ... Oh, yes, fuck my asshole!”
Ms. Rowbottom fucked me hard. She pounded my bowels, plunging to the hilt in my velvety depths. I gasped, squeezing down around her girl-dick. My toes curled as my body trembled. The pleasure surged through my flesh.
I whimpered and groaned. My head shook from side to side. My bowels clenched. The heat built and built. This incredible delight rippled through me. My head tossed back and forth, blonde hair dancing.
Ms. Rowbottom pinched my nipples.
“Oh, my goddess!” I gasped as the electricity jolted down to my pussy.
My twat clenched down on the vibrator, drinking in its buzzing massage. My inner flesh writhed. Convulsed. I gasped as my orgasm exploded through me. My bowels spasmed around Ms. Rowbottom’s thrusting dick.
The note cards in my hand groaned as I bent them. My body bucked, tits heaving in my futa-lover’s grip. Her girl-cock buried over and over into my asshole. She moaned into my ear as the pleasure rippled through me.
“Oh, yes, yes!” Annalee whimpered, joining me.
“Shit!” cursed Liese, her futa-cum spurting before her.
“Damn, that’s hot!” gasped Tina Walker, her body trembling.
“Yes, it is!” panted Ms. Rowbottom, her dick slamming into my hilt.
“Cum in me, Ms. Rowbottom!” I howled, the pleasure slamming into my mind. “Pump that jizz in me! I need it! I’m such a slut for it!”
“Yes, you are!” she growled.
Her amazing cock buried to the hilt in my asshole and erupted. Hot cum spurted over and over into my bowels. I groaned, my head shaking. The pleasure shot through me as her jizz filled me again and again.
“Ms. Rowbottom!” I howled.
“Ms. Bjork!” she moaned, twisting my nipples as my asshole milked her futa-dick dry.
She spurted the last of her cum into me. I swayed, gripping my note cards. I stared down at them, my vision blurry from my orgasms. I shuddered as she pulled out of my bowels, her cum racing out after her cock, soaking my butt-crack.
Then she pulled out the vibrator. She turned it off. The humming died. I groaned, swaying, my orgasm fading. I licked my lips, struggling to find my place again. I shook my head, my heart racing. I just did that before the class.
My cheeks burned in shame.
“If we take th ... th...” I cleared my throat. “If we ta ... take the ... the...” My tongue grew like lead. I groaned as everyone stared at me. I felt this crushing disappointment. I opened my mouth again and only croaked.
Why couldn’t I talk now? I glanced at Ms. Rowbottom, her cock already tucked away, the gleaming vibrator clutched in her hand. I gave her a pleading look, my entire body trembling.
“Remember how free you were,” she said. “Clutch a hold of that. What do you have to be nervous about? They just saw you cumming. They just witnessed you.”
I swallowed and nodded. “If we take the ... the pri ... the princ...” Frustration rippled through me. They had just seen me fucking, but ... they hadn’t seen me go really wild. Just cumming on a vibrator and my futa-lover’s cock. They were all staring at me. “If we ... we...”
My cheeks burned with shame as I shook my head.
“You just need more practice,” Ms. Rowbottom said, such understanding in her voice. “We’re going to solve this problem.”
Arisha
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