A Popping Quiz for Sean

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"Sean, are you awake?"

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"Sean! Wake up!"

"Wha--" Sean's head shot up from the top of his desk. With blurred vision, the teen struggled to gather his thoughts and discern his surroundings.

"Sleeping in class is not acceptable behavior." A stern pair of dark brown eyes met his before they softened as a pair of kissable lips continued. "Not even for my favorite male student."

"Uh, I'm sorry, Ms. Resto," the student apologized. Glancing around at the empty classroom, Sean's brain strained to recall why he was in Literature class all by himself.

"Good. A person who realizes the value of apologies will go far in life," lectured the smart and sweet teacher as she walked around the desk. Sean's eyes went wide as he took stock of his favorite teacher's appearance. The raven-haired woman wore a tight gray pencil skirt, along with an almost equally tight white blouse. Both were far tighter than she usually wore and showcased her medium-sized breasts and firm ass. The crush of many students at Honey Hollow High also had her hair tied up in a bun with a pencil holding it together. "Yet, an apology doesn't compensate for poor behavior. Isn't that right, Sean?"

"Yes?" Sean more asked than answered. His attention focused on Ms. Resto's sexy teacher outfit and the ruler she held in her hand. She should dress like that more often!

"Exactly." Ms. Resto patted the ruler into the palm of her free hand. Each time the ruler made a soft snapping sound, Sean's dick pulsed. "If a teacher feels a student isn't paying attention, then the best recourse is a pop quiz."

"Huh?"

"Get the wax out of your ears, Mr. Tarver!" roared a voice to Sean's left. A voice that Sean dreaded hearing along with the words pop quiz.

"Mr. Tanner?!" Sean gasped in shock. His Chemistry teacher and taskmaster stood leaning against the wall to his left.

"See? The kid is hopeless. I don't--"

"Hush, Aldric."

Sean couldn't believe how Mr. Tanner's mouth immediately shut or the way Ms. Resto appeared to sashay down the aisle of desks toward his spot.

"Let's begin, Sean," the sweet teacher's lips formed an uncharacteristic smirk. "What have you learned about young women?"

"What I don't--" Sean blinked in confusion.

"Never trust a pretty face!" Mr. Tanner bellowed.

"That's too vague a question, Marissa," a seductive voice admonished from Sean's right. Wanda Zee, the school nurse, Sugarbee coach, and Sex-Ed instructor, leaned against the classroom wall. The top of her back connected to the taupe wall while her lower half thrust off the wall in rhythm. Short with auburn hair, green eyes, medium-size breasts, and a toned ass, Miss Zee proved popular with students due to her flirty, energetic attitude. Her wisp of an emerald green summer dress and sultry body language caught Sean's eye. "What have you learned about MILFs, Sean?"

"MILFs?" the student gulped, looking back and forth at the sexy teachers.

"Do you find them fuckable?" Miss Zee questioned, moving away from the wall to lean over the top of a desk. The shift in position caused her unconstrained cleavage to catch his eye.

"Stop leering at your teachers, Mr. Tarver!" Mr. Tanner boomed.

"Stop picking on Seanie," another new voice sounded from the desk behind Sean.

"F-Fawn?!" Sean sputtered, recognizing his Aunt Brandy's childhood friend.

"Shhh, it's Miss Graff at school. Remember!" The dirty blonde with a pair of cat eyes black eyeglasses whispered into his ear. A short, slim woman, she had a charming personality while enjoying gossiping and teasing her old friend's nephew.

"What are you doing here?" Ms. Resto challenged, appearing annoyed by the latest arrival.

"Little Seanie and I go way back. So it's only fitting that I serve as his advisor," Fawn Graff declared, sitting up straight. Her demeanor practically begged for Marissa to challenge her.

"The kid needs a librarian for a pop quiz? No wonder he's a fail--"

"It's fine, Aldric!" Ms. Resto hissed, shutting off Mr. Tanner's insult.

"Answer the question, Sean. Do you find MILFs fuckable?" Miss Zee repeated her question, now sitting side-saddle at a desk, her attention focused intensely on the lone student. The way she practically melted into the desk held all his attention.

"You got this, Seanie. Answer the question," Miss Graff softly cheered over his shoulder from where she sat on the top of the desk.

"Yes," Sean tentatively answered.

"You sure did," Miss Zee laughed. "I'd give you an A- for your cleaning of Gabriela Lockett's pipes the other night."

"An A-? That's all?" Ms. Resto inquired.

"Sure. The boy doesn't get an A+ without cleaning out Mrs. Lockett's dirtiest pipe," Miss Zee smiled predatorily at the teen. "Afraid to venture down that chute? Fake a cough and come visit my office someday. I'll let you take my temperature rectally."

"Wanda!" Ms. Resto screeched in horror. "That is entirely inappropriate."

"You don't need to fake a cough, Seanie. Just wander around my stacks, and we can put a study room to good use. You know they're sound-proofed, right?" Miss Graff breathed into his ear, her tongue darting out to dance along the edges.

"Sex is not fun and games!" Mr. Tanner thundered.

"No, they are not!" Glory Blick stated, marching in the room. Sean cringed as the brown-haired math teacher eyed him up. He really hoped the friendly and attractive mother didn't overhear the MILF portion of the quiz.

"You're early, Glory," Ms. Resto pointed out.

"My question should've come before Wanda's," Ms. Blick remarked, shaking her head at the mischievous school nurse, who shrugged with a flippant wave of her hand. "Sean, what's V divided by P equal?"

"Uh..."

"Come on, Seanie! You got this," Miss Graff encouraged.

"The clock is ticking." Ms. Blick pointed to her wristwatch.

"Seanie!"

"I don't know," he admitted, turning his head around to face Miss Graff. But, unfortunately, the teen's train of thought veered down the wrong tracks when he realized that the school librarian had outdone his Literature teacher in the sexy schoolmarm look. A shorter black skirt displayed a killer pair of legs, while a painted-on tan blouse appeared ready to explode with the next deep breath.

"Think of your darkest fantasy," Fawn hinted. When his face went pale, she rolled her eyes. "Not that one!"

"Five...four...three..." Ms. Blick counted down.

"I, uh, a threesome!" Sean shouted. Miss Graff palmed her face behind him.

"Incorrect. V divided by P equals babies, Sean. You always need to wear a condom! You're too young to impregnate girls."

"Oh....that fantasy," Sean groaned. He could barely meet Ms. Resto's pitying smile as Ms. Blick left the room. It didn't help that he admired her ass on the way out the door.

"It's okay, Sean. Let's try a less sexual question. What have you learned about crushes?" Marissa inquired.

Miss Zee and Miss Graff groaned while Mr. Tanner barked out a laugh.

"Hush, all of you," the Literature teacher ordered. "Don't mind them. Now, what have you learned about crushes on this trip."

"It's a trap, don't answer," Miss Graff warned.

"Never to have one again!" Sean shouted.

"Oh, Sean, no," Ms. Resto gasped in horror.

"That's right. Don't fall in love; let your lust control you," Miss Zee cheered, swinging her legs up to sit on the desktop.

"I told you the kid was a quitter," Rex Thorne told Aldric Tanner from his side. The newly appeared football coach shook his head with a sneer. "That's why you're a nobody around the school. The girls can't even remember your name."

"Coach Thorne, that is no way to treat a student!" Ms. Resto admonished. Sean didn't really care what the asshole coach said. However, the way the dark-haired teacher placed her hands on her hips in anger had him imagining his hands, gripping those same hips under a different circumstance.

"Seanie's a swell guy! Not everyone needs to be a macho meathead," Miss Graff defended, wrapping her arms around the teen's neck.

"Are you going to call him a sensitive soul next? That's why stars like Rusk get the Strattons in life, and you end up getting called John," Coach Thorne emphasized his insult with a jabbing finger.

"Oh, fuck off, Rex!" Miss Graff snapped.

"Language, Fawn!" Ms. Resto chided the school librarian.

"Forget them, Sean," Miss Zee's voice caused him to turn his attention to her again. Rubbing her hands up and down her smooth legs, she licked her lips while staring hungrily at the forbidden student. The movement revealed a hint of frilly, black panties. "I have a whole squad of girls that you can take your lust out on. The sugar in honey is the sweetest nectar in life."

"The Sugarbees?" Sean repeated, his mind swirling with images of the flexible dancers.

"Hold on, Wanda!" A strawberry redhead stormed into the room, followed by a junior version with cherry hair. Topaz Brass, English Composition teacher and coach of the cheerleading squad, pushed Miss Zee's legs off the desk. "Sean is a cheerleading legacy. No son of a former captain is going to date one of your floozies."

"Who said anything about dating?" Coach Zee suggestively winked.

"Sean's cheer property," Tuesday Brass, daughter of Topaz, French teacher and assistant cheer coach, proclaimed.

"Next question: Which of my girls is most desirable to you?" Mrs. Brass asked Bridget Fallon's son.

"She means which cheerleader do you want to bang first," Miss Brass clarified for her mother.

"Maybe he doesn't want any of your basketcases," shrieked Wanda, kicking Tuesday away from her.

"Which one, Sean? Which of my cheerleaders? A hero chooses his prize," Mrs. Brass pressed.

"You're no hero!" Coach Thorne proclaimed.

"Sean?"

"Are you asleep?" Mr. Tanner growled. "Wake up!"

"Huh?" Sean groaned as the lights all went out. In their place, slivers of moonlight lit portions of the room. Feeling a presence near him, Sean questioned their identity. "Ms. Resto? Is that you?"

A voice caught in a throat.

"Fawn? Miss Zee?"

A chuckle sounded.

"Shhh, don't mind me. Let me take care of your problem." In his groggy and confused state, Sean couldn't make out the voice. "A hero deserves a reward."

Blinking his eyes, Sean found that the lights had come back on. However, everything else had changed. Ms. Resto still stood in front of him, but her classroom had vanished. The desk he previously sat in had also disappeared. Now, Sean found himself spread out on his bed in his room.

"Wha--why--why are we in my room?" Sean questioned, lifting his head to peer around. "Why did you bring me here?"

"I didn't bring you here, Sean," Ms. Resto answered, sashaying over to the bed. Leaning down, the buttons of her white blouse strained mightily while she shook her head at her favorite male student. "You brought us here."

"Me?"

"Yes, your indecision led to a side quiz."

"A side quiz? What's going--"

"We're going to see which of our girls you desire the most with a tryout," Mrs. Brass called out from his bathroom door. Sean's groin clenched as the redheaded mother and daughter duo walked out of the small bathroom. Moving gracefully on pairs of high heels, the two cheerleader coaches strutted over in the gold with black trim uniforms that their charges usually wore. The MILF of the duo clearly didn't have a bra on as her huge breasts jiggled noticeably underneath the tight fabric. Considering that Tuesday was only five years removed from high school, Sean wondered if she wore her old outfit. Not that it mattered as both women looked hot--and yes, fuckable.

"A special oral tryout," Tuesday revealed, running her tongue over lips in an exaggerated manner.

"Whoopee-do, the cheerleaders are good with their mouths. Big shock there," Miss Zee said, lounging on Sean's desk chair in a black with gold trim Sugarbee dance outfit. "My girls can use their whole bodies, not just mouths."

"I can use my mouth and body," whispered a voice from over Sean's shoulder.

Rolling onto his back, Sean was shocked to see a familiar blonde curled up on his bed next to him. "Whitney?"

"Miss Graff couldn't join you for this part. So I'm taking her place," the cheerleader captain explained.

"Why aren't you part of the quiz?" he asked, his eyes roaming over her uniform-clad figure. Did the cheer uniforms get smaller?

"Ooh, aren't you getting greedy," Whitney chuckled, reaching over to pat his hard-on. "I'm not just another girl any longer, ya know. You saved my life. My role is different from here on out."

"Different, as in how?"

"Shhh, here comes the first contestant in Can You Blow Sean's Mind," Whitney announced, motioning to where his bedroom door flew open.

"I don't know. Is this right?" Sean questioned.

"Shhh, cheerleaders make for the best girlfriends," Whitney repeated a phrase that felt familiar to Sean. Before he could respond, she cuddled up to his side, placing her head on his shoulder as the first cheerleader appeared, a brunette wearing the new smaller uniform version.

Sean didn't know Kaitlin Beal all that well. He certainly knew her by sight from several classes and around school. Who couldn't miss her big baby blue eyes and medium-to-large breasts? Not when she had a reputation for energy and stamina in-between the sheets. Before his brain went too frazzled, Sean also recalled that she had an on-and-off college boyfriend.

"Uh, don't you have a boyfriend?" he asked as the girl hopped onto the bed.

"Not in here," Kaitlin replied, yanking off the pants that Whitney had unbuttoned. "Nice. Very nice."

"Ooh, I can't wait to reward that," Whitney whimpered as the women in the room appraised the lone cock.

"An A for appearance, Sean. Now let's see your style," Ms. Resto joined in on the comments before blushing.

Hearing his sweet teacher crack a sex joke sent Sean's mind into fast forward. The cheerleader tryouts turned into speed dating with a far different form of oral communication.

"Fastest cocksucker on the planet," Whitney commented.

Kaitlin's head bobbed up and down in such a rapid fashion that Sean worried that she'd get whiplash. The energetic girl had the uncanny ability to pull back always just to the tip before slamming her mouth back down. The skill and experience to pull off the move with never faltering impressed Sean. But what really dazzled him was Kaitlin's speed.

"She's almost like the Flash," he moaned in awe and pleasure. Then a new thought hit him. "Wow, this must be what it feels like if Jessie Quick or XS gave you a blowjob."

All around Sean's bedroom, the women looked at each other uncertain over what he said. Marissa and Topaz put his strange comparison down to youth. Tuesday didn't care, as giving pointers to Kaitlin held her focus. Wanda glanced over at Whitney.

"Teenage nerds. Who knows," the school nurse stated.

"Totally," Whitney agreed as Sean blew his load into Kaitlin's mouth. One thing they learned was that superspeed sucking didn't go well with swallowing.

"One down, many to go," Whitney happily announced. That caused Sean to groan that he didn't think he'd be ready for a while. "Nonsense. In here, you're always ready," the blonde patted his renewed erection.

The next contestant turned out to be the co-captain of the cheer squad.

Walking in with an abundance of confidence, Caterina Quill appeared to be a model walking the catwalk as she strutted around the room, taking her time to return to the bed. Gazing intently at Sean's face first, the bottle blonde lowered her eyes to his groin. Then, talking to herself for a few moments, she finally met his gaze again.

"Not bad...for a nobody."

"Cat!"

"Whitney!"

"Be nice to Sean. He saved my life."

"Fine," Caterina sighed. "Are you ready, Sean Tarver? You better be. For once you go Cat, you never go back."

Reaching behind her back, the slutty co-captain began to unzip her cheer uniform. The action immediately caused a ruckus in the bedroom.

"Hey, no stripping!" Miss Zee snapped.

"Excuse you?" Caterina responded with attitude.

"She's right, Quill. You need to stay fully clothed," Mrs. Brass informed.

"Why is that?" the teenager demanded to know.

"This is the oral portion of the quiz," Miss Zee explained. "It's not about showing off pert titties like a traitorous slut." Sean recalled that Caterina's decision to join the cheer squad rather than her mother's old dance squad had left some bad blood.

"So I guess that means you won't be taking off that ridiculous dance uniform, Coach Slut," Caterina shot back.

"No disrespecting your teachers!" a stern, angry voice echoed down the hallway outside the bedroom.

"Yes, Mr. Tanner," Caterina yelled over her shoulder while gritting her teeth. Returning her attention back to Sean, she smirked. "Are you ready for the best there is, the best there was, and the best there will ever be? Because I'm undefeated in the sack."

Caterina proved both to be scarier than Sean ever imagined and the greatest cocksucker in the world. Twice he begged to cum, but her tongue and mouth wouldn't let him. Finally, after a slap to the head from Whitney, did the devious diva let him pop. In the end, Ms. Resto gave Caterina points for skill and style but docked points for bedside manner.

"I don't know if I can take anymore," Sean confided quietly to Whitney.

"Don't worry. The next person is a little sweeter."

Sean's comfort level didn't increase as the one cheerleader he knew the least skipped into the room. Yes, Yumi Nakano skipped into the room.

"Uh, hi, I'm Sean. Uh, Sean Tarver," the teen greeted awkwardly with a wave.

"Hello, Sean. I'm Yumi Nakano," the dark-haired girl with pigtails responded formally, holding out her hand.

"Yumi, sweetie, you don't need to shake his hand," Topaz Brass explained with a sigh. She often wondered what might have happened if the ditzy girl had moved back to Honey Hollow a year or two earlier. The most likely outcome was a bald cheer coach after pulling out all her hair in frustration.

"You should shake his dick instead," Tuesday suggested, earning a dirty look from her mother.

"Oh, okay!" Yumi joyfully did just that. "Hello, Sean's dick."

Yumi turned out to be the perfect follow-up to Caterina. The sweet girl gave the most playful blowjob Sean could ever imagine. The petite airhead seemed to genuinely treat his dick as a separate person she wanted to befriend. She lovingly worshipped the member and giddily cheered when it erupted all over her face. The kicker for Sean came after Ms. Resto docked her points for failing to swallow, and Yumi responded that she found it more fun and tasty to lick it off her face.

After Yumi brought the brighter side, the speed oral tryouts took another darker turn. Sean nearly panicked when a strawberry blonde walked into the room. Maybe he would've fled if Whitney hadn't soothed his feelings. Instead, he watched warily as a potential new cheerleader posed as she attempted to adjust to the unfamiliar uniform.

"Sean is so popular now that he's a hero that we have several girls clamoring to join the squad," Mrs. Brass revealed. "This one here is a girl we've tried to recruit several times with no luck."

Despite his current mood, Sean had to admit that Ramsey Swift looked perfect in the gold with black trim cheerleader uniform. The newer, sexier style that only debuted tonight transformed the sweet, innocent reporter into a hot vixen. The low-cut top offered a considerable view of Rammy's large breasts, far more than Sean could ever recall her showing. And her impeccable ass seemed to love the tiny skirt that barely covered half of her two glorious globes.

"Now that you're newsworthy, we can explore sex together, Tarver," the once innocent strawberry blonde purred, running her hands seductively down her body. "Consider this my apology."

Unable to breathe, Sean watched as his unfulfilled crush crawled onto the bed at his feet. Like a lioness, she moved gracefully up the bed until she bent down and licked the tip of his cock.

"This...is wrong," Sean declared, scooting up in bed so that Ramsey's tongue left his wilting woody. "Rammy doesn't act like this."

"Isn't this how you sometimes fantasized me? Didn't you wander down this dream road and picture me as a cheerleader that fucked?" Ramsey inquired, squeezing her large breasts together.

"This is all wrong! This isn't even my room. Watson's not even here!" Sean cried, his eyes taking in all the minor differences between his actual room and this fake one.

Suddenly, a flash of light filled the room. When it dimmed, Sean found himself and the women in another bedroom.

"Why are we in Peyton's room?" he asked in bewilderment.

"Haven't you dreamed of this room late at night?" Ramsey and Whitney simultaneously challenged.

"No! No, no, NO!" Sean waved his hands wildly.

"Fine," Miss Zee sighed while rolling her eyes. Snapping her fingers, Peyton's room transformed into his parents' bedroom. "Before you complain, Sean, remember every teen likes the naughtiness of getting it on in their parents' room."

"She's so right, John," Ramsey started to purr again before slapping her hand over her mouth.

"Aw, shit," Tuesday groaned. "That's it, Swift, you're tryout is over."

"Wait, I can be good! I swear I can!" Ramsey pleaded as Lacey appeared behind her.

"C'mon, Ram. You had your chance and blew it," the petite redhead gently but firmly escorted her best friend out of the room.

"Wait, where's Lacey going?" Sean asked, wildly scanning the faces in the room. "Isn't it her turn?"

"Lace isn't a part of this," Whitney informed him. "She has a boyfriend."

"B-But, Kaitlin has one!" he protested.

"Lacey is off-limits, Sean," Ms. Resto firmly stated while the other teachers nodded behind her. "Don't even think of bringing her back in here."

"B-but, Lacey--"

"Forget her. I'm the prettiest girl in town."

Sean's eyes nearly exploded from his face as the most surreal vision appeared in the doorway. An ethereal beauty seemingly floated into the master bedroom on a cloud of cold air. A large breasted blonde with a toned ass that Sean strongly desired but never dared develop a crush on scanned the bedroom's occupants with disdain. What shocked Sean more than anything was that Sienna Thirlby wore the cheer squad's gold and black uniform. Sienna hates cheerleaders!

"What are you doing here?" The venom in Whitney's voice dripped to the mattress.

"Unlike others, I've known Sean's name for years," Sienna remarked sarcastically. "Perhaps this is his moment to claim the unclaimable."

"You turned me down for prom. Twice!" Sean pointed out.

"Haven't you learned anything from your trashy novels? A girl likes to make a guy work before she gives in," Sienna suggested, twirling her blonde hair around her finger.

Sienna does not play with her hair like a girly girl. This isn't right!

"Y-You shouldn't be h-here," Sean stammered under the school's ice queen's gaze.

"I go where ever I want," the blonde declared before she was suddenly jostled aside.

"You heard the man. You need to leave. It's my turn now. Or do you have a problem with me, ice bitch?" Aurora Rusk challenged, moving in close to Sienna.

"Why would he want you? Your brother treats him like garbage," Sienna shot back with a soft push.

"Don't you touch me again!" Aurora warned.

"Girls, stop!" Ms. Resto commanded, rushing over to try and calm the two bickering teens down.

"I think Sean's the one that won't touch you," Sienna cackled.

"Haven't you ever heard of a **** fuck? Maybe Sean wants that with me," Aurora responded, causing Sienna to stop cold.

"Sure, slide right in there," Tuesday said to the person who sneaked in the room and onto the bed.

"Hey, you're not a cheerleader!" Sienna screeched when she saw the person stealing her turn.

"I'm an honorary legacy member because of my mom."

"Beyza!" Aurora cried in shock at seeing her best friend stealing her turn too.

"I'm the first to ever suck your cock, Sean. Doesn't that count for anything?" Beyza Baris asked her ex-boyfriend with sadness.

"Of course, it does. But why..." his voice trailed off as he admired how sexy Beyza looked in her cheer uniform.

"Do you like?" the dark-haired girl asked, running her hands down her body in a similar way as Ramsey did earlier. "My mom said I turned my back on my calling. Perhaps she was right. Would you have loved me more if I had been a cheerleader?"

"Beyza, that's not why--holy SHIT!" Sean gasped as his ex-girlfriend inhaled his cock.

"I miss this so much. So very fucking much," Beyza moaned, breaking off her sucking for a second before gobbling his meat back up again.

"Holy....holy fuck!" Sean marveled at the increased skill level that Beyza showed.

"You like? My mom's been giving me pointers, and you know the stories about her," Beyza winked. "Maybe you should've stayed with me longer."

"Oh, gawd. Oh, gawd!" Sean's eyes closed as he moaned at the incredible blowjob.

"What is going on here?"

Wiping his eyes back open, Sean saw a girl with very long black hair standing next to the bed. This one also wore a cheerleader uniform in red and gray—the team colors for Rattle Ridge High School. The young girl under it wore a very pissed face.

"Jules?!" Sean spat out in shock as Julianna Locket towered, menacing over the bed. She appeared much older and taller than she should be. Almost as if she had rapidly aged by several years. He immediately threw the covers over Beyza so that Jules couldn't see what was happening.

"Why are all these girls here? You better not be lining up another girlfriend?" Jared's little sister challenged.

"No, Jules, I'm, uh, getting experience. So that your first time will be magical," Sean protested as Beyza sucked harder.

"Aww, that's so sweet, Seanie," Julianna's face softened. "I can't wait until you make me a woman. It should've happened by now, but my mom--my mom! You fucked my mom!"

Seeing the clenched fists ready to rain pain down on him, Sean threw up his hands. "I couldn't help it, Jules. You know how your mom is! She wanted to test me out for you. I had ****!"

"Oh, yeah, that does sound like her," Jules relented.

"Aren't cheerleaders the best?" Beyza moaned under the covers. "You should've seen--"

"But, if you fall in love," Julianna stated, snatching the ruler out of Ms. Resto's hands. "I will break your wooden stick!"

The ruler snapped in half as Sean's whole body convulsed, shooting his load into the suckling mouth.

"Jules!"

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"Bravo, Beyza, bravo. Maybe you should join my squad," Miss Zee suggested, getting up and walking over to the bed. "I'm sure that's a tasty treat for Miss Baris, but are you ready for a taste of honey? My girls come in a variety of flavors."