4th Period: Lunch time with a friend.

I quickly visited the restroom to splash some cold water on my face and arms. All that raw fucking with Mrs. Chen helped me work up quite a sweat and an appetite. Luckily, I could refuel during 4th period lunch. There's nothing quite like school cafeteria food... except the crap they shovel out in prison I suppose.

Hmm, what would it be today: the half-frozen, half-burnt breaded chicken sandwich or perhaps this morning's stale bagels converted into mini-pizzas? I suddenly felt a tap on my shoulder and looked over to see my lunch buddy Jessica.

"Dude, I heard Mrs. Chen caught you cheating?" She exclaimed, "She was riding you all class and now you have to make-up the test after school?"

"Yeah..." I replied, suddenly a bit self-conscious. Jessica was a gorgeous girl, the perfect red-haired teen, slim and bubbly, but she had insisted on just being friends. To have a conversation like this was more than a bit strange. "It, um, wasn't that big of a deal."

"Are you joking? Someone told me she made you nut inside her!" Jessica was in disbelief that I didn't think dumping an entire batch of jizz into my hot teacher wasn't the worst punishment in the world. I could already tell this new world would take some serious getting used to.

"Do you- Do you think that's weird at all? The fact that my punishment was sex?"

"Weird?" Jessica gave me a quizzical look, "Well, I don't think she should have made you knock her up before her husband did, but I mean... you did cheat, dude." She said flatly, "If you don't want to fuck, maybe you should've just studied!" It was strange watching Jessica laugh at her last remark, but I was still caught on the idea that even my friend was affected by this bizarre line of thinking. Aunt Saige, Zoey, Jessica, was I the only one that remembered how it used to be?

"Wait, so, what if you were caught cheating?"

"Me?" Jessica tilted her head, "Oh, well, I guess I might get suspended or something... why?"

"So when I get punished, the teachers have sex with me... and when you get punished, you get a normal punishment?" My red-haired friend scrunched up her face, as if I was making her think long and hard.

"Dude, sex is a normal punishment for you. It just makes sense." Before I could respond to such a ridiculous claim, I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. As I flicked on the screen and opened my text messages, I nearly dropped my phone in surprise.

I had received a shamelessly erotic picture with a very sexual threat attached. Zoey hadn't told me they were going to go underwear shopping! Jesus, Aunt Saige looked incredible in her new lingerie. I thought to myself and I could heard Jessica whistling as she peered over my shoulder.

"Yikes dude, looks like they're going to ride you ragged tonight." She whispered sympathetically while I put my phone away. "If they don't milk you until you're ****, you want to play a game or something after?" I barely heard her with all the blood in my body rushing to my cock, which was currently boring a hole through the front of my jeans.

I spent the rest of the lunch period thinking about my new life and what kind of sexual punishment I was going to face when I got home. I made a resolution: I would try to stay under the radar for the rest of the day. It was the safest bet: I couldn't be sure how hard Aunt Saige and Zoey would go on me, but if previous trips to the mall were any evidence, I would be plowing these two beautiful women for at least a few hours if I was really going to have sex with them in every, single new skimpy piece of underwear.

Of course, trying to stay out of trouble is much different than actually avoiding it.