Let's see how Sam's day is going.

Sam sighed as the bell rang, marking the end of her third period class. Finally, she thought, then unlatched her cockring. Like synchronized fountains, she and the rest of the class’ cocks began to cum straight in the air as they lay flat on their backs.

Like the one they were in, most classrooms in the Lawless Zone of the High school were larger than usual, and outfitted about fifteen twin-sized beds for each student to be assigned for their activities. Being that the ‘Edging Management’ class was focused on constant masturbation while under the effects of orgasm denial, having the space to writhe around and kick their legs when the needs arose was very convenient. Men and women with huge cocks alike surrounded Sam from where she lay amongst them, each of them whimpering and moaning just as she was.

Her bubbly legs were tightly crossed, both of her hands were squeezing her big gelatinous tits, her thin waist wiggled from side to side above her shapely hips, and her bimbo of a teacher was perched on her knees next to the bed with an astonished look on her heavily painted face. The base of Sam’s cock was being firmly held in her instructor’s left hand while the right one was massaging her own large fake tits, her simple and horny mind amazed at the perfectly constant flow of Sam’s cum and the heights it was reaching. Mrs. Cumslut was sure that it was a new record, and regretted not having brought over a yard-stick to measure the upward distance.

Sam, however, was on the verge of passing out by the time her orgasm had ended, the dick-bearing students having wiped themselves off and left already while new ones from the next class were beginning to enter. Her teacher was greedily taking the liberty of cleaning her student off with her mouth, savoring each and every strawberry-flavored drop that was lapped up by her tongue. When Sam came back too, she looked up to see that her slutty body and still-erect member was slick with saliva and with Mrs. Cumslut standing over her and licking her own fingers clean.

“Like, I’m so proud of you, Sammy!” She beamed, lightly bouncing on her high-heels and causing her pendulous melons to wobble around in the tight micro-bikini holding them in place. “You’ve cum a long way since you first started my class.” She giggled, mindlessly rubbing the lacy white cage containing her four-inch member and tennis-ball-sized girl-nuts. “Get it?”

“Yeah, good one Mrs. Cumslut.” Sam said, trying to be polite with a courtesy chuckle towards her terrible pun. “I’ll see you again on Monday.”

“Be sure to wear your cage!” She called out in a flirty tone as he left the room, his cum-soaked bed now being used by some football jock that had even bigger tits than Sam, only his ass wasn’t nearly as luscious and bouncy nor was his cock as thick and juicy. “Good girls who wear their cages get rewarded!”

Pfft, like Sam would ever use that damn prison if she didn’t have to, she thought to herself with a roll of her big pink eyes.

She lived to get hard and cum wherever and whenever she wanted, and to make her best friend cum with her warm mouth and amazing tits.

In fact, being that it was now their lunch period, Sam decided that she was going to do exactly that and head to their usual meet-up spot.

She’d ditched her poor excuse for clothes sometime during first period when they became soaked with her own cum mere minutes after the bell rang, so the heavy-breasted dickgirl marched her way through school without a single thing to cover her curvy form or huge dick. Sam wasn’t the only one, however. Quite a few of the students decided that they were going ultra-commando today as well, she saw.

Sam passed by a pair of skinny burnouts that were leaning back against some lockers in the hallway and openly jerking one another’s big dicks in casual conversation while stinking up the surrounding area with a burning joint, their bodies pierced with all sorts of metal rings while their attire consisted of tight leather bondage straps. Also, there was a scowling brunette teacher walking in Sam's opposite direction was completely topless as she carried a wet laptop under her arm, the skin-tight jeans on the lower half of her stacked body completely soaked with the milk that was gently spraying from her ever-sloshing watermelon-sized tits. Which, of course, was getting on all those who happened to get near her front, but nobody reacted negatively to it when it did happen. And hell, who could fault the vice principal for going without bottoms whatsoever? The tall, muscular man stood in the wide doorway of his office smiling and waving to students as they passed by, the head of his humongous and fantastically thick Latino cock resting on the ground and acting as a literal third leg.

Those were just a few examples of skin being shown, but many less drastic instances could be pointed out as Sam made her way outside to the football field, noting that the teacher’s pair of jeans from earlier was likely the only normal, non-slutty article of clothing she’s seen someone wear since school started.

It wasn’t long before she had made it to the far-side bleachers, and as expected, Josh was there waiting.