Go to class

You decide to brave PE class, because only God knows what your mom will do to you if you take the butt plug out, and you want to get on the principal's good side. You head out of the boy's locker room and into the gym.

Being fashionably late, you remember that you started a new unit in gym class just the other day. Everywhere your bulging eyes could see, girls pinned down boys on the mats, many displays of affection prominently rubbing up against, and in between many a boy's butt cheeks. You notice how deep some girls lodged their cocks between the butt cheeks of some of your friends, and you thought there to be no hope. There was no way that you could keep the butt plug inside you secret from everybody here, especially since every step you took was accented by the principal's cum sloshing around inside you. Still staring at the many public displays of sexual tension, Ms. Slipknot slips up next to you to take the note out of your hand. She chuckled quietly as she read it, while you absently realize that the piece of paper had left your palm.

"So you're a slut now, huh Doug?" Ms. Slipknot comments, and you're wide eyes glide up to meet hers. Parading by her shapely defined rack, you meet her face with a sheepish expression, but you meet face to face with a Ms. Slipknot you've never seen before. She was licking her lips and scrutinizing your frame, her lecherous gaze cut through your tight gym clothes, which she noticed, sported two erections.

"What", you cry out, deciding to exhibit a defensive position, "no way!"

"Then what is this then?" She shoves the note in your face. "Care to explain that?"

You take a closer look at what the note Mrs. North gave you. You discover that it was...

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