You will wait by the door with your pants down, a pillow on the ground before you. All girls, upon entering, will fall to their knees on the pillow, deepthroat your cock and hold the deepthroat for five seconds.

You arrive at school early, anxious with anticipation. You enter your empty room, write out your lesson plan on the white board, and then sit quietly at your desk. You open the notebook of normality and once more eye the new social norm you have set in stone.

You will wait by the door with your pants down, a pillow on the ground before you. All girls, upon entering, will fall to to their knees on the pillow, deepthroat your cock and hold the deepthroat for five seconds. Upon removing your cock from their throat they will say “good morning sir,” stand up and go sit down at their desks.

The bell rings. You feel your heart leap into your throat. Could the world really deal you such generosity? Your classroom door opens and a fresh breeze from the outer quad blows you in. You turn to see your first student standing in the doorway, the campus trees rustling in the breeze behind her.

It is Gigi, star student and future Metaphysics major. She is a petite latina with raven black hair pulled into pigtails, thick lips, chestnut eyes, and smooth tan skin. You go over to the door, where you've laid the pillow on the ground. She kneels down and then looks up at you with a confused expression. You were too afraid to drop your pants before you were sure that the effect of the notebook was total.

"Isn't class starting?" she asks innocently. "Why aren't your pants down?"

You are stock still.

"Here let me help," she says, reaches up and undoes your belt, then your button, then pulls down your zipper. Your pants fall around your ankles and your cock slowly rises to attention as you feel the young girls hot mouth encircle you. Your cock slides down her throat where she holds it in place.

Your entire face flushes but she doesn't seem to notice. She holds it for five seconds and then pulls her head back, leaving a strand of spit behind. She smiles up at you and says, "good morning sir," then stands and proceeds to her desk in the front.

As soon as Gigi has moved away you see Tawnee, all-american dirty-blonde and captain of the cheerleading team coming straight from practice and standing in the doorway with her cheerleading outfit, her girl-next-door smile and two messy pig tails. She falls to her knees and places your cock to her lips.

She is shy at first, but, seeming to fall in line with this custom, she soon makes her best attempt and shoves your cock down her throat.

"Good morning Tawny," you say, placing your hand on the back of her head and holding it down. After five seconds you release her and her head bobs back up. She gasps air and then stands.

As Tawny moves towards her seat you turn to see Karlee, a brilliant student and daughter of the Principal standing just within the doorway. She giggles and falls to her knees. She must have practice with blowjobs, because she easily takes your cock deep into her throat and holds it with no apparent struggle.

"Hello Karlee," you say. You are sounding more normal now, though you can't help but but grab Karlee's head firmly with your hands and jam her down so that your cock slides even deeper into her throat. She seems a bit shocked and makes a small squealing noise. After five seconds she moves back, letting your cock fall out of her mouth. She doesn't seem offended, rather she gives you a smile as though you have favored her especially and have acted as quite a gentleman and a respectful teacher. She nods at you once, stands and proceeds to her seat.

You turn back to the doorway where you see the patient Gina, your favorite student of all, a polite, thoughtful girl with whom you've spent many afternoons after school having long, thoughtful conversations. With an expression of profound admiration she falls to her knees and gives your the proper greeting. She struggles to get your cock all the way into the back of her throat, gagging and spitting a bit as she tries, but you assist her, interlacing your fingers behind her head and pulling her in, in, in...

...in, in, in until you feel your cock bend slightly and slide down the back of her throat. She holds there for count five. Then she removes your cock and spits generously upon it. She smiles. Her voice full of genuine admiration, she says "good morning sir." She goes to her seat.

Next the enthusiastic Alina falls enters, dressed cuter and nerdier than usual with her fake bow glasses and her green button up. With enthusiasm, perhaps trying to curry your favor, she falls to her knees, clasps your balls gently with one hand and steadies your cock with the other, and shakes her head gently back and forth until your cock is parked in the back of her throat.

She holds. Damn, she's a natural. She must do this regularly. You try to bring to mind who her boyfriend is. Some kid from another school. Or has she practiced this skill on other teachers. Your thoughts stop as her your cock drops from her mouth. She pulls her pants back up and moves to the back row and takes her seat.

You feel almost overwhelmed as you see Anjelica, a true nordic beauty, kneel before you. Your enthusiasm overwhelms you becoming almost aggressive as you jam your cock into her throat. She struggles and gags at first, pulling back, but for the first time you feel confident reinforcing the rule you've set. "Five seconds," you say. "That was only three." You shove her back down.

Anjelica has never been the smartest student and has struggled to keep up with the others, but you feel you will do anything to help her succeed as your cock makes steady contact with the wet, warm depth of her throat. After five seconds you allow her to remove her mouth from you and she gasps like she was drowning. She smiles all the same, wipes the tears from her eyes and says "good morning sir."

And now a girl for whom you've cheered at many a Tennis game, the school's consummate Tennis star and a funny girl who always makes you laugh with her wry humor Aubrey. She has come straight from the courts, in full attire, and drops to her knees. All business.

"Good morning sir," she says in a sing-song voice, wiping that spit from her chin. You smile at her. She squeals. Steady now, you tell yourself. Don't get too excited until more rules are written.

With an almost angry look, as though she woke up on the wrong-side of the bed you see Valentina in the doorway. She is the foreign exchange student from Italy and you two have not always gotten along, but she shows deference to this new, strange custom as though it is as normal as any of the other American customs she has had to get used to. She falls to her knees, and shoves your cock into her somewhat angry looking face.

"Good marning ser," she says when she has finished the greeting. Then you nod at her once. She sits in the front row, where you have placed her to better keep an eye on her unpredictable behavior.

Next is Channell, gifted and kind, better at math than philosophy but eager to get all the best classes she possibly can. It's no wonder with her reputation that she insisted on being in your class. Her skimpy outfit reveals her soft ebony skin. She falls to her knees and smiles with her eyes while her mouth shows you the customary kindness.

The pillow below her knees is wet from the spit of all he girls before her. She adds her own spit to it as well. "Good morning sir," she says, sniffles, stands, and goes to her desk.

Last in the door is Jynx, a big brown eyed and voluptuous young girl. She is wearing a revealing white shirt. You were always jealous of her boyfriend from the partner All Boy school's football team, but no longer, as she, seemingly possessed by the Notebook's power, drops to the floor, pulls her hair back into a ponytail, holds your cock between celestial purple painted fingers, and works you gradually down the back of her throat.

She has an aroma that has driven you wild since you first met her. You nod at her politely and she stands and proceeds to her seat.

After that initial greeting, the girls all are their usual selves throughout the rest of class. No one acts differently or strangely in any way. No one seems to have found anything unusual about the greeting. After all, you made it the new social norm. You try to go on with your lesson as though nothing is out of the ordinary. None of your students seem to think anything is strange. Not even the wet mark in the front of your pants from all of their collective spit.

But even as you stand at the front, giving your lecture on theories of causality and Kant's Critique of Pure Reason, each of the girls diligently jotting notes and raising their hands with clarifying questions, your mind turns with new experimentation. You already know that you plan to hold one of the girls after class, just one for starters, one on whom you can push the limits of the notebook's capabilities. They are all so beautiful, but which one do you want to make your first experimental subject in the pursuit of the Normality Notebook's limits? The bell rings and you make your decision: