Art Class, and a tempting partner

A chat between Nurse Thompson and the principal was all it took before he made an announcement over the intercom, informing the entire school of my condition and their duty to assist me in relieving my arousal at least every three hours. He personally called my mother to inform her and notified local law enforcement as well. As part of the infrastructure established for EDPs, an automatic system would send my information to a worldwide database in a few days, but before then it would be best if I stayed local, I was told.

"In light of this bad news, I'l let you head home early today if you'd like, son." Our principal was a kind man, and gave me a genuine smile as he spoke. I mulled over the decision for a second, but was too excited to see how my illness would be accounted for in class. Already my head swam with possibilities, and I tried to make a mental note of the hottest girls in each of my classes.

"I'll stay, sir, if that's okay. No need to miss out on my studies." I almost laughed from the absurdity, but he seemed to buy it. How could another man see the benefits of this disease and feel remorse instead of envy? Well, facing certain **** every 3 hours wasn't ideal, sure, but the perks were undeniable.

He clapped his hands together. "Excellent! And of course Janice here can accompany you to your classes if you need her to be excused from her duties with the nurse today." He gestured toward my nerdy classmate dutifully sucking me off in my chair.

"Hmm," I mulled over the idea of having her accompany me as a personal cumdump until the afternoon, but decided against it. I put a hand on the back of her head and pulled her nose tight against my bush, beginning to unload against her hot, wet tongue. "I'm - ah - I would hate to impose, sir." Janice moaned in response, drinking every spurt I gave her until my orgasm subsided. "Besides, my next class is Art. Phoebe Morris should be more than enough." It felt so good to be able to casually mention that I planned to use her -- she had been my cute and totally unattainable art partner all year, and I wanted to finish this day with a bang rather than just **** Janice's mouth, as fun as that was.

Nurse Thompson smiled at both Janice and me as we left the principal's office. "I'm glad everything turned out alright for you, John! And if you need anything..." She gave a curt wave and sauntered down the hallway, leaving me alone with Janice. Was she trying to get lucky? Fat chance, grandma.

"Well, that was fun. Thanks. I'll, uh, catch you later?" I began backing away, admiring her as I did. She was totally stripped nude now, her mouth, chin, and the tops of her tits coated in the several loads she'd coaxed out of me since I fucked Gwen.

"Bye, John! I'm glad you're okay!" She waved with exuberance, apparently undaunted by her very **** and well-used appearance (not to mention the fact that I was running away after using her like a gym sock), before rushing after Nurse Thompson, her pale ass bouncing with each step. Damn...maybe I should have fucked her too. Ah well, there was always tomorrow.

So content I could whistle, and nude as the day I was born, I headed to Art class.

Phoebe Morris was not only the hottest girl in our grade, but also the most popular - or at least the one who got along best with everyone else. As soon as I walked into the classroom and saw her smiling face, it made me giddy fantasizing about what I could have her do to me, right here and now. It didn't help matters when she glanced my way and immediately blushed upon seeing me fully erect and completely naked. The stares of our classmates didn't bother me, though most were sympathetic instead of jealous or shocked.

I walked past where Ms. Raven sat at her desk, making a beeline for Phoebe. I had to get this out of my system...literally. Everyone remained totally silent as I made my way through the rows of desks -- I was my school's first EDP, so they were probably eager to see what to expect out of this whole fucked-up situation. The closer I got to her, the wider Phoebe's eyes became, until I stood directly next to where she sat.

"Um, hey John." She greeted with a bright smile, the perfect amount of nervousness in her voice. She had long, wavy blonde hair and soft blue eyes with a cute, slightly-upturned nose and a smattering of freckles on her cheeks. She was petite, but STACKED up top, maybe a DD cup. Her tight white polo strained to contain the perky teen tiddies underneath, and I found myself staring, not worrying if she noticed or not. We were beyond that now. "I heard about...your condition. I'm sorry. But..." She took a deliberate breath. "You look...healthy. All hard and ready." She giggled nervously and my dick twitched in her face, happy to be addressed directly.

"Thanks." I managed with my usual composure, although my heart was pounding with the remnants of my nerves. I cleared my throat. "Yeah. Um, so yeah, Phoebe...uh, can I see your tits?" I couldn't believe how easily the words came out of my mouth, even as they rang in the air.

Phoebe's hands (with some difficulty) pulled her polo over her head, then she reached behind her back and unhooked her polka-dotted bra, letting the garment slide off her shoulders and down to her waist before falling to the floor between her desk and me. Good thing too, the poor garment looked ready to burst from all the titflesh it had been straining to hold back.

My jaw nearly dropped to the ground. They were the most perfect breasts I'd ever seen, even better than anything in porn. Perfectly round and perky, supple, pale, with tiny pink nipples that stood proud on each of them. Her skin glistened in the sunlight pouring through the windows and her toned belly tightened with every excited breath she took.

She saw my face and laughed.

"Oh, come on, John! You're looking at them like they're the Mona Lisa or something!" This elicited a few chuckles from the rest of the class, then she moved closer, rubbing one of her nipples against the sensitive head of my cock until it throbbed at the contact, and brought a hand up to caress my balls with trepidation. I almost moaned from the blissful sensations.

"How long until you...you know? Have to..." Adorably, she couldn't even get the words out. Her hand felt clumsy, making me think she probably hadn't done something like this often, if ever. "...Shoot it out?" She finished, wringing the last word from her voice with obvious effort.

"As soon as possible," I lied. The fantasy of Phoebe and I together was just too much for my poor little heart. It was pumping blood so fast my face was turning redder by the second. I was starting to feel light-headed, but not in the way I wanted - I was nervous about losing my load from the touch of only her nipple and fingers before getting to the good stuff.

Phoebe didn't say anything. Instead she took hold of the base of my shaft, guiding me into position between her soft tits with a delicate touch. My eyes widened when she began stroking slowly up and down, teasing the head of my penis against her smooth skin. "Brad begged to do this for him when we were dating...but I told him I wasn't ready, that I was waiting until marriage. And then he broke up with me anyway." She had to pause again to take a breath then continued moving, releasing me with her hand so that I was cradled only by her deep valley of soft cleavage, now truly being titfucked. "Maybe I should have. I mean, you can see how excited it makes me, can't you?"

I could. Her little nipples had become stiff points, and her blush had spread to the barely-freckled tops of her delicious tiddies. When she pressed them together from either side, I began slowly humping into the sinful heaven of teen breastflesh. I gasped and she sighed contendtedly.

"That's right, John. I want to feel you shooting your cum between them. Please? You're so fucking hot. Yours is the first dick to touch these and it feels amazing, so..." She leaned closer. "...do it!"

I couldn't stop myself, hearing such filthy things from such an innocent mouth. With a final grunt, my cock erupted inside Phoebe Morris' perfect bosom. She moaned loudly with each shot as they hit her like waves against a rocky shore, painting her tits, neck, and clavicle liberally. I pressed my tip as deep into her cleavage as I could, like I was trying to breed them.

When the orgasm passed, I was still fully hard, the sensation of having come in her tiddies feeling even more wonderful than Janice's mouth or even Gwen's little cunt had before. My eyes roamed her face for some sign of displeasure, but she seemed happy enough, smiling and licking her lips where a few drops of my seed had strayed from her chest.

So this was the power of a popular girl. I could see why everyone wanted her. Exhausted, I sat down in my usual seat beside her, finally dropping my backpack, my cock still hard and pointed toward the ceiling. "That felt...really good." I panted. "You can...do that again if you want."

She nodded and knelt before me, seeming excited by the challenge, her blue eyes sparkling in a way I'd never seen before. At the same time Ms. Raven, stood, cleared her throat, and began our lesson for the day. Everyone's eyes darted forward, apparently satisfied with what they'd seen.