A bit of Punk Rock

Pat's mind races as he goes to the bottom floor. What would being someones boyfriend change? He's already kissed, blown and gotten fucked by Adrian. What else can they do? Abby did mention 'holding hands and stuff'. He laughs at the idea that holding hands is more preserved than sex. On the ground floor he quickly opens his locker so he can get his trombone. This was the spot where he first met Philli and 'Piglet'. And turned them down. Pat wonders if it was foolish to turn down sex with two girls in a world like this before he's interrupted by a heavy pat on his shoulder.

"Sup. I saw you in the showers earlier." That voice could only be one persons.

"Oh, hey Garret." Pat responded to the jock as he opened his own locker near Pat's.

"Alright I know Adri, but not personally. Never had him before. Be honest. Whose bigger?" Garret asked, holding his dick in as flattering a way as he can. Even here jocks are interested in things like that. Pat checked Garret out.

"Hmm. You're about half an inch shorter than him. But a bit thicker. On the same level really." Pat admitted honestly. If he wasn't near his next class already, and didn't have a little annoyance still aimed at Garret, he'd probably ask for a little second taste of the jock. "I'd like to... 'chat' but I've got to get to the band room."

Garret didn't seem like he was paying attention after getting his answer, distracted by one of his equally-hung jock friends walking by. He licks his lips and hurries after. Pat puts the rest of his textbooks in his locker and hurries down the final flight of stairs before coming to the band room. 'Teacher: Mrs. Clarke'.

The first thing that caught Pat's eye was the gang-bang in the middle of the band room. A short, somewhat pudgy 30-something blonde girl with what looked like C-cups and a very nice ass, almost as good as Ms. Kelly's. Around her neck is a teachers ID. That must be Mrs. Clarke. She busy with a large group of male students, and female students using strapons. All of her holes, her hands and her feet are rubbing against each students crotch, about six of them huddled around the teacher. The rest of the class, Pat and about a dozen other people, decide to just sit and wait. Pat looks around the class. It's decorated like any band class would be. No actual tables, just long benches to sit down on, all of them laid out in a semi-circle facing the center of the class currently occupied by the teacher and her students.

The posters on the wall are almost regular band posters. Some popular artist, a few of which are even from the Prude World. The ones that aren't are easily differentiated, the subjects being naked and usually fucking someone while they play their instrument or sing with the best stoic face they can put on. One of them seems to be a instructional poster. It shows groups of instruments with the sex act that can improve ones skill at it. Or the other way around. Brass and woodwind, including the trombone, show two drawings of someone giving oral to a cock and a pussy to improve their mouth, tongue and breath control. The string and percussion shows using your hands instead. Next to that is what appears to be an advertisement for sexual shaped equipment, like vagina shaped mouthpieces and drum sticks with the handle shaped like a penis. Pat considers going to a shop that sells one, but decides against it. It took him long enough to use the regular mouth piece. The bell rings, but it takes a minute for the boys and girls in front of the class to finish on their teacher, leaving her face and blonde hair covered in white goo. While the students go to their usual seats, one of them walks up to Pat while he's distracted.

"Yo. You're in my seat." a feminine but deep voice says above him. Pat looks up to see one of the girls who was using a strapon on the teacher. The first thing that caught Pat's attention was her many body mods on her tall, at least 6 foot body. Tattoos. Lots of tattoos, especially for a high school student, on her very pale skin. A black tribal sleeve on her right arm, and a dragon coil sleeve on her left that goes from her shoulder to the end of her middle finger, both arms having a bit of muscle on them. Full sleeves of mostly skulls and tribal designs are on her legs to, making her look like she's wearing black stockings from a distance. Above her chest and beneath her collar bone is another smaller tattoo, a typical skull with wings, one wing being tribal and the other looking like fire on the end, connecting her two arm sleeves in the middle. Her chest isn't very impressive given this world's standards. Small B-Cups. One of her tits has a spider web tattoo going out and spanning the whole breast, her pierced nipple in the center. Her other breast is almost completely bare. No tattoo, but it is pierced, a thin chain connecting the two with a little hoop in the middle if someone wanted to tug at them. She has abs, and her belly button has a stud piercing in it. Lower, her fiery orange pubic hair is shaved into a landing strip pointing to her pussy, which unsurprisingly has a labia and clitoris piercing, each bearing another silver stud. Looking back up, Pat sees her face. It's as hard as the rest of her, a stronger jawline than the rest of the girls in the school, but still just as pretty with plush lips. Her lower lip, left cheek, eyebrow, both ears, nose, and if Pat had to guess, tongue are all pierced as well. Her orange hair is shaved down the sides, leaving a thick strip in the middle, the back tied into a ponytail. Around her neck is a black choker, the only 'clothing' she has on. A small metal square hangs from the front that reads: 'I love it rough.' with two hearts around the words. "Ahem." she clears her throat.

"Oh, s-sorry." Pat says, a little intimidated by her. He moves to the left and lets her take her favorite spot. When she turns to sit down, Pat gets a good look at her backside. Her back is just as fit as the front, and is tattooed with a tribal wing design and a tail that goes down to her own tailbone. Below that is a tramp-stamp similar to the design on her chest, a skull with wings, but on the bottom is an arrow pointing to her ass. What she lacks in her chest she definitely makes up for in the trunk. Curvy hips, and a big jiggly ass. Right before she sits, Pat slides back to the right, causing her to sit on his lap. She takes it in stride, however, moving her already lubed up anus to his cock and sits on his lap, his dick easily pushing all the way into her ass.

"Well, aren't you cheeky." She says to him. Pat wonders if he actually made her a little annoyed, before she turns in his lap and sticks her tongue out at him, confirming his suspicion of it being pierced. She rides him like there's no tomorrow, bouncing her large ass in his lap. Pats feeling it now, but the girl seems a little unenthusiastic. Bored actually. Pat leers around her to see her face. Her mouth is wide open from moaning. Wait. Pat looks a little closer to see she's actually yawning! He also catches sight of her choker. 'I love it rough' huh? Pat grabs her hips and pushes her onto her knees on the floor. "Oooh, finally grew a pair huh?" she taunts at him. Pat starts to fuck her ass, rough enough that she has to put her hands on the next bench for leverage. "Oh fuck yes, that's what I'm talking about!" she moans. Some of the other students are watching Pat, the new kid, quickly fucking the punk bitch of the class. "Aah yes, at least someone knows how to read." she says, looking over at one of the male students.

"Maybe you should just tattoo this onto your ass." Pat says, fumbling with the choker.

"I thought about it. Maybe. Now, less talking, more fucking." She quips back. Less talking. Pat agrees, and moves his hand to her throat to lightly **** her. Not enough to keep her from breathing, but enough so she feels it. And it's clear she feels it, both of her hands are in her crotch rubbing away at her pierced clit. Pat moves his hands, one to her ass, and one to her ponytail. Given her masochism, he can guess why she grew this out. With a slap to her butt, Pat grabs her ponytail and tugs it. She complies and moves her head back to look up at Pat. A few more ruthless thrusts and slaps to her ass is all she can seem to take as her face changes to one of pure bliss as she cums, her legs quivering around Pat's cock. But he hasn't cum yet, and doesn't wait for her to stop shaking before he grabs her hips again and drives it back home. "Ooh yes fuck meee" she moans at Pat.

"Pat Arton?" a voice from the front of the class calls out. The teacher, still covered in cum looks around the class.

"Oh fuck. Here!" Pat calls out without stopping his thrusts. She nonchalantly checks his name and goes on with the attendance. "Shit, get down here." Pat says pulling out of the girls ass. She gets down on her knees in front of Pat as he points his cock at her face and starts jerking off.

"Ohh yeah, cover me in your fucking cum." She begs. Pat obliges, and cums on her face. She keeps her mouth closed, letting it dirty her face. Once Pat is finished, there's semen dripping off her face and onto her tattooed chest. Pat schooches aside to let her sit in her regular spot. "Thanks. Damn, you really know how to please a bitch. You sure you're a prude worlder?"

"Yup. First day here." Pat says not quite believing it himself.

"No shit." She responds.

"Zoey?" The teacher calls. The girl, Zoey apparently, stops scooping up Pats cum from her chest briefly to raise her hand, and the teacher moves on.

"No last name?" Pat jokes.

"Oh, it's Clarke." Zoey says. Wait. Does that mean... "Yeah, she's my mom. Just making sure I didn't skip again. Reeeaaal proud of me, she is." She says, sounding very disingenuous. She licks her fingers clean and, without asking, dips a hand into Pat's bag.

"Umm excuse me?" Pat says, to no avail. She searches, brushing past the dildo and anal beads with a chuckle, and finds his phone.

"I'm just getting your number, calm down. If you can fuck an ass like that I'll want to keep you on speed dial. Homework's boring, none of these pussies know how to do it and my brother still hasn't opened to the idea of fucking me." She pulls out the anal beads and waggles them at Pat. "Shit, maybe you can show him a good time if you like dick enough to own one of these fuckin' things. Or maybe you can be the one fuckin' him. Maybe pull that stick outa his ass while you're at it." Apparently done adding her number, she quickly extends her arm and points the phone's camera at her cum covered self. "There, something to remember me by if you ever need to vent some frustration." She says with a wink and gives Pat his phone back.

The brother comment doesn't leave Pat's mind yet. "Wait, your brother won't fuck you? Does that mean you're a prude worlder to?"

"Was. That was months ago though. I've fucked almost everyone in my classes, my mom, my dad." She says with a quick shudder. "But my brother just can't do it. Shame, he's pretty hot too. A hardass, but a hot hardass."

"Alright class, enough chit chat. Go get your uniforms." Mrs. Clarke almost barks at the class.

"Speakin' of hardasses." Zoey whispers. As they get up, Pat can compare height. She's actually about an inch taller than he is.

"Wait, uniforms? I don't think I have one." Pat asks, a little confused by the idea of mandatory clothes in this world.

"Don't worry, they got a bunch of spares in the back. Just claim one and take it with ya. And don't worry, they just need water to wash." Zoey says and pulls a small bag with a name tag out of her larger bag. Pat goes into the back and finds a small locker. He opens it to find a bunch of similar small bags with blank name tags on them. He brings one of them out to the main room and opens it to find his... 'uniform'. The term 'clothes' would be generous. It's a pair of very short shorts with the school emblem on each ass cheek, and two holes, one in the front and one in the back. Pat struggles to put it on.

"I think this one's too small. Let me get another." Pat says, before Zoey stops him.

"Don't bother, they all start out small as fuck." She explains, and finally gets her own pair on, the fabric having no problem to contain her ass. "They'll stretch out after a while. It'll probably take some time with an ass like that though." She adds, and gives Pat's butt a hard slap. Pat brushes it off, despite the light print now on his butt, and tries his hardest to put on the glorified booty shorts. After some pulling, and help from Zoey, Pat gets it on, his dick flopping out of the hole in the front, and his own hole aligning with the one in the back. Pat sits back down next to Zoey, who already seems horny again. As she sits down, she spreads her legs and uses the whole in the front of the shorts to her advantage, scooping up the last bit of Pat's cum on her chest, and spreads it on her fingers before fingering her cunt. Seeing a student idly finger herself through her clothes in the middle of class is still as hot as it was in first hour for Pat.

"Alright class, pay attention. You too Zoey." Mrs. Clarke explains.

"Yeah yeah yeah..." Zoey almost brushes her mother and teacher off and resumes masturbating.

"Alright, like last week we're gonna go onto the field and practice the songs again." She explains. The class grabs their instruments and heads out to the field near the gymnasium. The other students are surprisingly good, much better than the marching band back home. The marching and practice goes by like it would in the prude world. It seems marching, playing an instrument and fucking would be too much. However Zoey, who's standing in front of Pat with her violin, uses every pause in the march to back up a little, planting Pat's cock in between her cheeks, and when the marching resumes she moves back forward, drawing it back out. "Alright, enough of that Zoey." Mrs. Clarke warns her daughter. Zoey stops with a groan and the practice ends as normal. Pats almost disappointed at how 'normal' this class was, even though he fucked the teachers daughter in the ass beforehand. Once they get back to the class, the students start filing to their seats.

"Mister Arton, may I speak with you for a second." Mrs. Clarke says as she passes Pat and Zoey. As Pat follows her to the front of the class, he looks back at Zoey who resumes masturbating with one eye on Pat and her mom. The teacher sits at her desk and addresses Pat. "So, I can tell you're fitting in nicely. But that's not why I wanted to talk to you. It's about Zoey. She's my daughter, and as you can probably tell she's made some... out there decisions. I'm not asking you to raise her for me, but just... keep and eye out on her." Pat looks over to Zoey, who cups her hand and pushes her tongue into her cheek to motion for a blowjob.

"Yes ma'am, I will. And can you..." Pat trails off, putting a hand on the back of her head and pushing towards his dick. She gives a glare at Zoey who's got a wide smile on but obliges, trying her best to deepthroat Pat's cock. Pat pushes deeper and deeper into his annoyed teacher until bottoming out, pushing his entire length into her mouth. Zoey has reached into Pat's bag and pulled out the thick ruler dildo, and bends herself and the ruler over to align one end of it to her cunt and the other to her ass, and starts masturbating with that, still staring intently at her mother giving a student head. Retaining some of his inhibitions from when he fucked Zoey, Pat starts getting rougher and surprisingly, Mrs. Clarke starts bobbing her head willingly, probably to get Pat off as fast as possible so she can chew out Zoey for pushing him to do this. To prevent this, Pat starts slowing down and speeding up his and her movements enough to keep himself from coming long enough so the bell rings. And sure enough, seconds before the bell rings, Pat pulls out of her mouth sliding his cock against her tongue, and shoots his load on her face, matching the facial he gave her daughter not an hour ago. He quickly thanks her and rushes over to his bag and exits the room. Zoey is waiting outside and gives Pat a fist bump.

"Thanks dude, she woulda reamed me for that if she could. I got English class to, but I gotta hurry, seeya there." She says and hurries up the stairs. Like clockwork, Mrs.Clarke's cum covered face and body walk out of the class in a last ditch effort to catch Zoey. Pat tries not to laugh as he makes his way to his last class of the day: English.