Poppy's descent begins

Poppy’s attention wasn’t focused on her lessons during the first course. The fact that she only had a few hours of sleep last night was the first cause, the second was because she was still incredibly horny. Each time she closed her eyes, she was envisioning depraved action with her friends, her classmates, even her teachers. When she finally envisioned herself on her knees in front of a naked Anita, she had enough.

Excusing herself, she left the classroom and run into the women’s bathroom, thankfully empty on this early hour. Locking herself in a stall, she hurriedly removed her shorts and panties and quickly inserted two fingers into her drenched cunt. Biting her finger to restrain her moans, she frantically masturbated her now bald cunt, not noticing the disappearance of her small hairy bush as she alternated between pumping several fingers inside her and jilling her small bud of pleasure. She managed to get several orgasms, not enough to quench her lust but her brain was now able to think more clearly. Remembering Anita’s instructions, she grabbed her phone and took several pictures, the first one showing her cunt being opened with two fingers, the second and third pics were showing her licking her wet fingers, moaning as she savoured the slightly corrupted fluid and wondering if Anita’s pussy tasted as good as hers.

She sent the pics, hoping they will please Anita. Maybe she will send more pics, the thought making her arousal rise again. At first, she was disappointed when the maid’s answer came without pictures but when she read it she felt her pussy gushing a little in her panties.

“You’re a slutty tease, keep going and I’ll suck your pretty pussy till you squirt.”

She knew she was doing well, soon she’ll be a slutty seductress and Anita won’t reject her. These thoughts destroyed more of her remaining inhibitions, the aspiring slut craving more pleasure, she’ll only need an opportunity to do more.

She got her next opportunity during her next class. She was usually very serious during the chemistry lesson but not today. Her thoughts were focused on her partner for the experiment. Marshall was your typical nerd, tall, shy, greasy hair and skin, still a virgin. Poppy liked him but never had any desire for him since today. The adventurous and horny teenager was thinking about using Marshall as a way to reach her goal. The fact that she was at the back of the classroom with the teacher focused on the unruly students at the first row was a major advantage for her.

Marshall was busy measuring the different liquids' PH when he felt Poppy gently caressing his leg with her bare foot. He frowned, thinking his partner was teasing him but soon things got a little more intense.

Marshall felt her foot moving closer to his crotch and soon Poppy was pressing her foot against the growing bulge in his pants, gently rubbing it with her toes. He gasped at the sensation, panicking a bit as he realized what was happening.

“P-Poppy what are you doing?” he asked her, relieved no one was paying attention to what was happening at the back of the classroom.

“What am I doing?” she answered with an angelic smile, “nothing bad, just helping you releasing some tension. Do you want me to stop?”

Marshall groaned, he couldn't help but enjoy the sensation as she went on. The teacher came back over and he suddenly got nervous hoping Poppy would stop but she actually got more aggressive as the teacher briefly checked their exercises.

“Good, your measures are correct, you can do the next step,” Miss Perkins said, the brown-haired teacher frowning slightly as she noticed Poppy’s clothes. She’d never thought one of her favourite students could dress so sexy, she could see a large part of the top of her breasts, the large, firm mounds strangely appealing to the straight-laced teacher. And her smell... Miss Perkins hesitated to ask her what was the brand of her perfume but instead moved toward another group.

“Poppy I... d-damn!” Marshall exclaimed, his trembling hands spilling drops of liquids on the table. Unbeknownst to their teacher, Poppy had somehow unzipped his fly and was wiggling her toes against his boxers sliding his erection out from his pants.

"Oh shit... What has gotten into you?" he whispered

"You haven't seen anything yet," Poppy said as the teasing vixen started to massage his achingly hard cock with her foot, smearing drops of precum on her nimble toes.

"What was that?" The teacher said confused, “you don’t seem very well Marshall, almost feverish. Maybe you should go to see the school nurse.”

The panting student didn’t have time to answer, Poppy approving her teacher and volunteering to go with him, her big, innocent smile never leaving her face while Marshall discreetly put his hard cock into his pants. As soon as they left the classroom, Poppy grabbed him and moved him toward...