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You lean back against your deck, casually letting your hard-on point at Allie's red face. "You sure I'm doing something?"

"Yes," the angry Latina snarls, looking around the room to reaffirm that you are the only one who seems to have retained any semblance of normalcy, as if you hadn't fucked with her to begin with.

"Well, maybe I am, maybe I'm not."

"You are! Asshole!" Her hands ball into fists and repetitively move as if to hit you, stopped only by one of your rules. She chokes out, "Just... just stop!"

You just let out a patronizing chuckle and continue, "Who's to say if I am either way. You definitely can't, you worthless cunt."

With that she lets out a throaty moan and bends over. Even in a skirt, you can practically see the bulge of her ass from the front. Through sheer **** of will, it doesn't take her long to partially recover from the most satisfying and intense orgasm that she's ever felt.

With her chest heaving from the exertion and her buxom tits on display in her skimpy shirt, she raises her head defiantly. Daring you to make a move.

A man of action: now that, you just might become.

Without even thinking about it, you shove Allie away. She stumbles back in the aisle between desks, loses her footing, and falls on her plush derrière. In a flash, you're looming over her with your hands on your hips.

Her hands scrabble against the floor, weak and betrayed by flood upon flood of calming endorphins. You sit down on your haunches, simply staring, and eventually say, "You're a fucking slut. Teasing all the guys with those pink panties and the way you spread your legs in class."

"N-n-no! I"m n-not a..." she gasps, thrusts, pants, and moans, barely refraining from burying her fingers in her pussy.

"Not a what?" Your fingers brush her arm and she shudders, her nerves on fire. "A slut? A whore who gets reamed by the football team for pennies on the dollar? Who shows herself off just for the fun of it?"

"Fuh... Fuh-FUCK you!" She screams and her back arches, her hands clenching by her sides as she slides herself across the floor without even knowing it.

You pat her cheek to the tune of a slight slap and say, "Thought so."

Leaving her for a moment, you sit back down at your desk. Across the room, you see Mrs. Connors gently sit in Jake's lap. She carefully wraps an arm around around his upper back and plants her hand on the back of his head, then pushes it forwards. It gets buried in her expansive cleavage, and you can almost hear her murmur something along the lines of, "That's right, suck it baby," while her hips thrust into his needy dick.

"Hot stuff everyone, keep the pussy juices flowing and the orgasms cumming!"

As you open up your book, a girl to your right grasps your calf and says, "W-why?"

She quickly devolves into more gutteral moans and uniintentional hip thrusts, but you still reply, "No idea, dear."

You tap your pencil against your chin for all of a second, then write down a new rule for your school:

New Rule: If an of-age student gives a peer or a faculty member an orgasm, then they shall obtain Orgasm Credit equivalent to the number of orgasms given. Orgasm Debt, incurred by the person who came, must be payed off at the creditor's discretion.

After closing the book once more, you advance on the limp Allie. Squatting by her face, you rub the hair out of her eyes and say, "Hey sweet-cheeks. You up for some more action? That ass of yours won't quit, so you shouldn't either."

Her eyes fly open as her muscles clench. She opens her mouth as if to talk to you, but she suddenly screams, curling around her abdomen. Muscles exposed by her askew shirt ripple and convulse upon each other as she cramps.

You shout, "Stretch out, arch your back!" Despite herself, Allie complies, whimpering as an orgasm fills up her body with pleasure and her cramping stomach does its best to counteract those positive feelings. Then again, the orgasm itself probably feels pretty awful after so many in a row. Hence the tears and the wails. Though it's supposed to be satisfying, so it might still feel kinda good, right? Eh, something to inquire about when you care a little more.

Your hands fall to her belly, kneading the flesh. "H-hey, fucker, what are-" Almost as soon as Allie starts, she stops, moaning and falling back in the throes of another orgasm. Your hands calm her even more, working out her muscles while her stretching alleviates some of the pain.

As you work, you feel the smooth skin beneath your fingers begin to calm down. You immediately say, "Good thing I was here to help, right?" Nodding at the phone in your pocket, you add, "Can't have one of my best pornstars getting hurt already."

Allie grimaces and manages to say, "Asshole. Gotta ruin the one- Mmmmmmh- one good thing." Her hips unconsciously raise, her pussy seeking stimulation and a non-existent cock, and it presses her stomach into your hands.

You continue kneading, pressing down with your thumbs, and say, "Yeah, that is my M.O. Though it looks like your fellow sluts aren't complaining."

With a sweep of one arm, you indicate the rest of the room and hear the sexual sounds increase in pitch behind you. Allie just grunts softly and humps her hand, pushing your hands out of the way in the process. She murmurs, "I'd say they would be."

"Complaining, you mean? If they could talk?"

"Whaddya think, asshole?"

“Hm. That might be on the table if you don’t play your cards right. That’s what I think,”

Beneath you, Allie’s body ripples and jiggles with orgasmic aftershocks. Her face pales, eyes widening.

“You mean-”

“Yep. My dick on a date with your asshole. Getting to know it... intimately. I’d say you’ve accrued a fairly sizable debt since the new rule came into effect, wouldn’t you?”

“Uh-um... p-please,” her face clenched, frozen in fear as her orgasm intensified. “P-p-please d-don’t.”

With a shrug, you roll down next to her and say, “Be nicer, then.”

She gulps, then gives a slow nod.

Your hand falls onto one of her sizable breasts. You squeeze it through her soft blouse, and she raises her chest, sensitive to your fingers' touch. She says, "What are you doing? This isn't-"

"Making me cum? Alleviating your debt?"

When she nods and writhes all the harder next to you, you say, "True. But I have to get in the mood somehow, and if I manage to I'll make sure to collect."

The face she makes when her eyes rake across your clearly visible hard-on tells you how little she believes your bald-faced lie about having to get in the mood. But that was obviously going to be the case. It's her silence on the matter, her palpable fear: that's what's intriguing.

The boob sloshes around beneath your questing palm, nothing but a thin shirt between it and your hand. You feel your pants get even more uncomfortable, the heat in your body increasing with the sounds in the room around you. Everywhere you look there is an orgasming guy or girl, teachers and students and principles masturbating and humping together, kissing and cuddling.

You squeeze hard, then rub Allie's erect nipple between two fingers. She takes in a sharp intake of breath but doesn't move or say a word. You gaze at her body lying beside you, feel her tit in your hand and her thick waist and thighs brushing against your own.

Coming to a decision, you say, "Okay, that's good enough. I'm going to make good on a payment of your debt."

Allie tenses even more beside you. She replies, "Fu-Um, I-I mean, okay. Should I..."

She pauses, hey eyes looking at nothing questioningly. With a squeeze of her boob, you say, "I want you to act as enthusiastic as you can. Like you're my loving, horny girlfriend, excited to ride my dick until I cum."

"I-inside me?"

You just shrug and give her boob a wiggle, watching it sway and ripple on her chest.

For a split-second, Allie blanches. Then, her face stills. Her lips slowly twitch upwards until they're held in a perpetual smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. Her muscles relax as much as they can while the end of her orgasms continues on. She suddenly raises from the ground with newfound strength, though you notice her arms shake as she lifts herself up.

One of her meaty thighs is thrown across you, and you soon feel her weight settle on your crotch. Her hands find your chest, and she uses them to lean down until her breath just barely tickles your ear. "Like this, love?"

With that, she begins to slowly rock against your aching dick. Your hands instinctively reach up and grasp her ass, squeezing the supple flesh. Her boobs press into and slide across your chest as she leans down and slowly drags her wet pussy over your dick.

In one fluid motion, you slightly lift your back and yank your shirt off over your head. Just in case some asshole in the class is coming off their high and gets any ideas, you yell, "Allie's tits are magnificent! Ain't that right, all you slutty bitches? Why don't you watch like the exhibitionist pervs you fucking are!"

The moans behind you barely even register; your eyes are locked on Allie's hazel irises. She grins and traces a finger down your exposed chest. As the tingling feeling follows her touch, she whispers, "Dirty talk? I like it."

"I was mostly just getting them off our backs, but I'm happy to hear you're such a slut."

"Why would that-" Allie suddenly convulses and falls on you, her entire weight suddenly crushing you down. Her tits splay out on your chest, and you feel her pussy heat up and dampen against you.

You just hold her and rub her spasming back. Feel the way her cunt contract against your pants and almost cum yourself, holding yourself by a hair. When she comes down from it just enough to be okay, you run your hand along her side and wait.

Eventually, she manages to speak through pants, "T-thank you."

Her hips resume their more normal pace. You gently lift her and shimmy out of your pants and boxers at once, freeing your dick with a pop.

It stands tall and proud, a good eight inches of girthy flesh pulsating with a need to deposit a load. Allie stares at it running a hand down her upper thigh.

You pull her in for a kiss, diving into her mouth with your tongue. Your lips press against her plush mouth, and your hands hold her butt and thighs. They rub gently in concentric circles, getting into the mood even more than before.

She looks down and says, "Guess I should go au natural as well."

As she reaches for the hem of her skirt, you shake your head no and grab her wrist. She looks at you inquisitively, but you can only rasp out, "Leave it on."

Her hands slowly move back into place, but she continues to stare at her skirt and blouse as if they were foreign objects. You say, "Pull the skirt up until half your ass is out there."

"Of course!" Happy to have a task to get this payment of her ridiculous debt over with, Allie yanks up her skirt. Unfortunately, it was incredibly tight and tapered off as it ran down her thighs. As such, the fabric almost immediately rips over her ass as it slides up her wide hips, but the tear is small enough that it only rises to just above her tailbone.

Allie freezes, glancing at you out of the corner of her eye. You just chuckle and say, "Damn, your ass really is fat. In a good way."

She grips your shoulders tightly, and you felt her crotch heat up yet again. Her lips meet your own and her needy tongue dives into your mouth. Each overexerted gasp, moan, and sob vibrates on the interior of your mouth while your tongues dueled.

Her hands clench and unclench on your shirt, and her weight rests against you. You feel every shudder in her body, and her pussy sits on your naked dick. The only thing between the two is her pink panties, which are sopping wet by now. She whimpers and winces when you rub too hard, oversensitive and overstimulated.

CRACK!

"FUCK!" Allie pushes against you chest, a newly forged fire in her eyes.

You leave the hand that you whipped her naked ass with in place and grope, then say, "Hey, just getting you back for earlier."

"You, when I tell- I'm going to-"

Pressing your finger against Allie's plush lips, you say, "Shhhh. Loving, remember."

She grunts and grimaces, but she can't deny the incontrovertible and totally normal fact that not acting like your doting girl would be rude, illegal, and against everything the school stands for.

After a pause, she says, "You like it rough, honey?"

"Sometimes." You give her another light spank, much to her chagrin, and knead the soft flesh beneath your palm.

For a moment, Allie flounders. One of her hands suddenly cups your cheek, and she says, "Thank you. Give it to me like you mean it!"

Her lips once more dive onto your own, and she undulates her torso so that her breasts drag across your chest and her hips pump against yours. Her words and actions are beyond awkward. Stilted and untrue to herself. But in some ways, that makes it even hotter. Besides, after the teasing in the morning and the shit you'd just done and seen in your class, you're too horny to care.

You wrap an arm around her waist, thrust up, and groan. One hand twists itself into her hair, and you pull her lips tighter to your own. After a moment, you push her upper half off of you.

She just cocks her head at you. Without hesitation, you wrap your fingers over the top of her shirt and pull down.

"Jesus!" Allie yells, her lower body and spasming cunt still pressed to your own. The bottom half of her shirt, moved up earlier so you could work out Allie's cramp, is stuck above her belly button due to the tightness of the fabric and the sweat on her overworked body.

Now, the top half rests near the bottom half, creating a strip of fabric the width of your hand around her midsection. Her boobs burst free, jiggling madly in the air, and you fixate on her large, erect nipples, brown and begging to be toyed with.

Allie rubs the bottom of one of her hanging breasts, looking at her raised skirt and the shirt on her waist. As she does, you lean forwards and rub the bottom half of her ass, then slide your hand into the tear in her skirt to reach the top half.

She shivers on top of you when you squeeze the top of her butt, her naked breasts jiggling before your eyes. You pull yourself up and latch onto the nipple, giving it a long, slow suck.

A throaty moan comes from above you. Before you can pull back, Allie's hands steady themselves against the back of your head and pull you closer, her hips starting to move more frantically. You pinch her unoccupied nipple between your fingers, twisting and rubbing in a way that makes her hump you even more frantically.

After a moment, you reach down and paw at her panties, your dick begging for more. She quickly gets the idea and pulls her own panties out of the way so that you can spear her pussy, which you do after a few seconds of adjustments.

It's your first pussy. Technically, it's pity pussy. Pussy given not out of love, but out of obligation. Although it's not the loving encounter you had once imagined, you wouldn't trade if for the world. You wouldn't have to anyway, since wielding a pen literally puts the world in your hands!

"Fuuuuck yes," Allie pants into your ear. Your cock surges inside of her as you imagine her earlier disgust, as you feel her breast in your mouth and her ass in your hand. The walls of her still-orgasming pussy clench and pull against your own throbbing member like a warm, multi-layered vise.

It's all too much. The hours of teasing and edging, the eye candy, the orgasmic explosions and mental manipulations. You pop your mouth off her boob and lay on the floor, arch your back, and thrust as deep into Allie as you can.

Even as this last thrust you feel it; the grip, the warmth, the all encompassing pleasure. Your hands sink into Allie's generous ass and you groan, your dick throbbing in an explosive orgasm. As you thrust into her faster and faster, skin slapping against skin, you grunt, "Fucking cumdump!"

"AAH! Ah, ooohhhhh, fuuuuuuck!" Those two words are more than enough to set Allie set off again. She buries her face in your neck and you feel her pussy grip you tighter even as she squirts, coating your dick and crotch.

Your cum flies into her inviting pussy over and over and over again as you cum for longer than you had ever imagined you could. Eventually, your orgasm dies down, and you fall limp beneath her.

Is this what the other guys and girls are feeling, but on an endless loop? Fuck.

You can barely move after your solitary orgasm, and you just let Allie ride hers out on top of you. Her body slams into yours with loud slaps until your dick is truly soft. At that point, she pulls out with a wet squelch and starts to grind on your soft member and the puddle of male and female cum surrounding it.

You tiredly poke and prod her sweaty boobs, watching them sway. When she finally reaches the latter stages of an orgasm that a human body was never meant to have, she falls down and rests her entire weight on top of you.

You can tell she doesn't really want to lie there, but she needs someone to hold. Something to ground her. And even if she wanted to, she couldn't get up. Especially since her cunt was still having at it, not letting the orgasm die out quite yet.

With arms wrapped around each other, you both mostly fall still until you feel her sob once.

"You okay?"

She licks her lips, flounders, and then says, "No. Not after the shit you pulled. But- but I don't know how I can ever repay my debt! It got so much worse, and if it's like this every time I'll be in debt forever."

"Would that be so bad?"

Your hands rub her back and she sighs. "I think you know it would."

"Ouch, you sure know how to kick a guy when he's ahead."

She just shrugs and lays still. You say, "You could always give some other guys or gals orgasms. Y'know, people without my incredible sex appeal. Maybe then you could stock up and if I liked them enough I could take on their debt in your stead."

"Is that allowed?"

You rub her ass, then say, "I dunno, take it up with school if you're such a goody two shoes. I might be fine with it, though I intend to collect on a bit more of your debt in a more... personal way."

"Ugh, of course." Allie finally completely stills atop you. After a few moments of silence, she rolls off you onto her back.

As she gets up, you look at her once more, taking in her ruined appearance. Her face is streaked with black lines of mascara, and red lipstick dots her chin. Her hair, once styled beautifully, is in complete disarray and sticks randomly to her face, back, and chest. She grimaces as she looks at her thighs, the sticky substances there staining her clothes.

She reaches down to wipe at the skin when you say, "Wait, there is one other thing you could do to lose some debt."

"I'm all ears."

"Don't clean yourself or change for the next twenty-six hours."

"What?! How the fuck does that pay off any debt?"

You stretch and say, "If you do it, then I promise to masturbate twice while imagining it. Once tonight, and once tomorrow after I see you in class."

She bites her lip, sighs, and finally says, "O-okay. Fine."

After looking at her attire, she pauses, clearly considering how to get things back into a semi-respectable position without cleaning anything.

You push yourself to your feet with a groan. No pain, no gain. "Here, let me adjust things for you, and then all you'll have to do is leave it the fuck alone."

She gulps and says, "Um, okay. Sure."

You wipe your hand over your crotch, getting as much cum as you can from each of you, then slap it on her tits.

"FUCK! What the hell was that for?"

"Just decorating the fap material."

She closes her eyes with a sob and falls to her knees, shaking in yet another orgasm. As she squirts what must be the last liquid remaining in her body, you slide her panties back over her pussy, partially trapping your load and her juices within. You pull her skirt back down to it's normal resting position, but the tear in the back now reveals the bottom half of her ass in all its brown, bountiful glory.

A much as it hurts to do it, you drag her blouse up and cover her beautiful, jiggling breasts, though you only pull the top of the material about a fourth of the way up her melons. It grips them so tightly that it pushes her cleavage out. With a flourish, you pull the rest of the shirt down and straighten it, then take a step back to observe your handiwork.

Allie shakes on her knees on the classroom floor, her hands clasped by her knees in a way that allows her to gently hump her forearms. Her skirt is tight against her butt and thighs, revealing most of the meaty flesh. The shirt barely covers her boobs, and exposes them due to its tightness. The sweat and your cum combine to dampen the entire ensemble, and it sticks even tighter to her body than it did before, revealing her stiff nipples and curves in all their glory.

Liquid runs down her thighs. Realizing it's your cum and her juices mixed together, you scoop it up with two fingers and smear it on her cheek. She can only moan weakly in protest as you defile her already messy face even more. Her hair is plastered everywhere, her eyes wild and her makeup a mess.

"There, that should do it," you say to her with a pat on the shoulder. "Don't remove or add any clothing or clean up or anything, okay? You can wash your hands, but that's it."

"Mhm." She nods, then collapses on the ground, utterly spent.

You lightly tap her ass with your foot, watching it ripple, and say, "Maybe think before you speak and spank next time. Don't let anyone else help you out with your clothing or the mess either; you have to be in this class tomorrow as you are now for the debt to be reduced. Understood?"

"Yep, got it."

"Good." You leave the girl blissed out on the floor, satisfied in your conquest. Now it's on to bigger and better pastures! More unknowing body rubs, more orgasms, more sex, more of whatever you want!

Suddenly, it dawns on you that you focused on Allie pretty hard there for a moment, and she came down from her orgasms. There can't be any trouble for you because of the rules you laid down, but for some reason you're still nervous as you turn to take in the scene behind you.