Maths!

You open your eyes wide, "Aw sodding hell, you serious? If I knew that I would have started doing my homework on the bus! Think I can finish it?" Morgan shook her head and laughed, "No way in hell, girl! You're just going to have to do what we usually do in these situations, and considering that I haven't done the work as well, we can do it together!" You sigh and slump in your seat "Morgan, you eva wonder what it would be like to go through school and actually do the work, instead of doing...you know, with every boy who wants it?" Morgan reaches into her backpack and grabs a lollie-sweet, "You mean suck their pecker? Bob on their cock?" Morgan made suggestive actions with her lips and the lollie. "But seriously should we work on routine on how to get a passing grade from Mr. Walton?"

Wrexham High was a worn down building in a bad part of South London. You hated the damn place and everyday it reminds you that you certainly don't come from money. "I can't wait to leave London and spread your wings, somehow!" You and Morgan hop off the bus and head on to the school ground. The best part of Wrexham is that as long as you go to the first class you won't get in trouble, so you can skip the rest if you wish. The two of you get your asses into the desks and sit down. Maths goes alright besides being publicly shamed about the missing homework. However the two of you leave for the toilet during class to enact the seduction plan. Class is let out, and the two of you sway towards Mr. Walton's desk. "Heyyyy Joel, we just wanted to say we are soooo sorry that we didn't do our work." You subtly unbutton 2 buttons from your blouse and lean over, Morgan picks up where you left off, "Yes we were quite naughty, and if there is anyyyyything we can do to help smooth this over..." Morgan started crawling on his desk. You start to walk on to the other side of the desk, thrusting your D-cup breasts forward showing the top of your frilly bra and start to heft them, "In fact, there is somethin..." Joel Walton stood up and put fingers on you and Morgan's mouth, "I don't know where you get off trying to seduce me just to get a good grade for the third time. Look the first 2 times I was fine fucking your fine pussies than giving you a good grade, but here is the thing, I feel whipped for doing that. So new rules girls, you give your cell phone numbers to me, I use these numbers to make a fanny call whenever I want, or I **** you to repeat this grade! I know there is nothing worse than that for you." You hang your head in defeat, there is nothing you can do, you don't want the media circus to ruin your life but you also don't want to repeat the grade! "Damn it your a piece of shite, Mr. Walton!" Morgan stated writing her name and number on a notepad and storming out. Joel sat back down and swiveled his chair to face you, "Just one thing Brooke, I do have an alternative deal for you. If you can get your sister to suck me off, you'll never have to see me again. Hahaha." You drop your jaw, "What? Why? Why can't I just give you a bj right here, to get it over with?" Mr. Walton leaned back. "Well, you are an easy lay and your sister isn't! Plus your sister is easily the hottest black ass in London!" You don't know where to start, you start to speak gibberish, than sigh, and sign the notepad with your name and number. "This is already the worst day of the year!" You slam the classroom door shut and see that Morgan was waiting outside just beside the door. "What a fucking knob! We're just innocent school girls, and to take advantage of us when we are ****. Oh well I guess this is what we get for seducing teachers, we're playing with fire....and to be honest the last two times with Joel was pretty good so it isn't the worst thing."

You just remain quiet till you get to the school court yard. "You know the worse thing is that we took off our panties for nothing...oooorrr maybe I didn't" Morgan than starts skipping to the group of popular boys. You have never felt more like a whore at you have now, you and Morgan have always been known as the school sluts for your grade and you have called it to your face and wore the title with almost pride, but now...you don't know. Your thoughts were interrupted by something phallic poking you in the butt. You turn around to stare right into the chest of Joe Robsons, or Robbie, basketball champ, turned out the phallic object actually was a hard phallus. "Hey Brooke, I have a game tonight and I need to get some stress relief right now... on a side note I wanted to try some kinky stuff this time." He put a big smile on his face as if he just asked for the time, not for me to have kinky sex with him. He was already kneading your breasts when you get to thinking. "Sex actually has always been a good stress reliever maybe sex with Robbie will help you clear your head or maybe you should resist this attempt...