A classroom full of cute boys (Sam Clark)

You're standing in front of an old-fashioned blackboard, wearing a rather severe black suit and skirt. In your hands, you have a long whippy cane. There's a placard on the desk next to you with your name in elegant gold lettering, plus the words St. Hermaphrodata's School for Boys. Ah yes, of course. You're working here as the new Headmistress. Why that means you'd be teaching an ordinary class doesn't really occur to you.

Instead, you turn to gaze at your pupils with a superior smirk. It's quite a delicious sight. Two rows of wooden desks, with a cute young boy sitting behind each one. Better still, they're wearing the most adorable schoolgirl outfits. White silk blouses with starched collars, then short tartan skirts barely long enough to cover even a few inches of their smooth well-shaven thighs. Over their feet, they're wearing polished black kitten heels, and then a pair of long white knee-socks. Their hair is kept long enough to be tied back into these cute little tails that make convenient hand-holds for a session of vigorous oral.

Each boy is sitting in the same strict position, back straight, head up and legs spread wide. Of course, that means with just a glance under each desk you can see none of your boys are wearing underwear. It gets in the way too much. Instead, their cute little cocks are all locked away in plastic pink cages, the keys to which you know are stored in a locked drawer of your desk. It takes a very good boy indeed to earn the chance to see his little dick again, and then it's only for a brief prostate milking and ruined orgasm at the hands of the pitiless school nurse that should barely provide him any relief at all. You shiver with delight at the thought, your own far larger cock stirring underneath your skirt. One of the founding tenets of your school states that boys should always be kept nice and needy. It makes them ever so eager to please.

"As you all should know by now, boys, we New Females are your superiors in every way." You drawl, letting your hungry gaze feast over the blushing faces staring back at you. "You're meant to serve us, in any way we please. Today, I'll be testing your understanding of that fundamental truth. I'd like you each to think of a reason why a New Female like me is just better than you and be prepared to explain it to the rest of the class. You have one minute, starting now."

There's a frantic scrabbling as each boy hurriedly leans over his desk and starts scribbling away. As they write, you stalk up and down the rows of desks, savoring the lingering ache between your legs. You let your eyes drift over each cute boy in turn, remembering the lengthy sessions they've spent servicing your cock. Another of the school rules directs that all pupils are at the total sexual disposal of the New Female members of staff. You don't even need an excuse to yank a boy out of his chair and stuff him under your desk if you're getting horny during a lesson.

"Time's up, boys!" You whip your cane through the air. The whistling noise makes every boy snap back up to sit straight, their attention fixed on you. "Now let me see, who should go first." You stare at the rows of anxious faces, smirking at their obvious **** to be the one picked. Even among the dominant teachers here, you have a reputation as a particularly strict disciplinarian. "How about you, Christopher?" You point your cane at a doe-eyed and very nervous-looking boy sitting in the front row. "Why am I as a New Female superior to a boy like you?"

"You're um...stronger, Miss." He stammers.

"Yes, that is correct!" You purr, leering down at the cowering youngster. "The average New Female can easily overpower even a boy who's trained himself to peak physical condition. But what do you suppose that tells us? What could be the evolutionary reason for such a massive difference in strength?" The poor boy clams up, his lips trembling. It's clear he doesn't know what to say, and that means he's earned himself a punishment. "Oh dear, Christopher, I'm afraid if you can't answer that means you're going to have to stay behind this evening for detention." You lick your lips as the boy whimpers softly, his classmates wincing in sympathy. Detention is ever so fun, for you anyway. "Is there anyone else who can answer?" You turn back to the rest of the class. "Any boy who's willing to show just how well he understands his place?"

"Yes, Miss." You turn your head and find the boy who's spoken. He's sitting in the front corner, hand in the air. You step over to him with a smirk, letting your lustful gaze drift over the slender figure of your absolute favorite student here. He suits the schoolgirl clothing even better than the rest, with thin, slender shoulders and wider hips. His girly frame leaves him looking ever so cute and feminine in his pretty outfit. Below the desk, his delicious bubble butt makes the tartan skirt flair out behind him, the fabric clinging tightly to those plump cheeks. Standing over him, you feel your cock start to tent your own skirt as you remember all the pleasure that adorable bottom has given you over the past few months. You've fucked him far more than any other boy, and even the other teachers know by now to stay away from your cute little favorite.

"Go ahead, Sam." You tell him, even as a rather conspicuous bulge forms in your skirt right in front of his face.

"That the New Female is so much stronger tells us that we are meant to serve her." Sam breathes, his gorgeous blue eyes fixed on your rapidly stiffening cock. He's blushing a little, his voice trembling. "She can easily overpower us and **** us to whenever she chooses, so it's up to us to demonstrate that we know our place and come to her as a willing servant." His gaze flickers up to your face, tearing away from your cock with obvious difficulty. "A boy like me has to show he's worthy of you, Miss." He whimpers and you just know he means every word.

"Excellent, Sam!" You nod at him. "A model answer. The rest of you naughty boys pay attention to Sam from now on. He clearly knows what a boy's place in this world should be." Sam puffs up proudly, a shy smile blooming on his pretty face. A few of the other students give him vicious looks that make it clear they think he's a sniveling teacher's pet. Your lips curl as you make sure to remember each face. Good boys here are always teacher's pets, along with everything else the staff wants of them. Perhaps it's time for a demonstration of that. "Stand up, Sam." You order your favorite, waving the cane in front of his face.

"Yes, Miss." He wriggles up as he speaks, popping off the chair with a gasping moan. A quick glance down reveals exactly why. His chair, along with that of every other boy here has a nice thick plastic dildo sticking up from the seat. It keeps their little buttholes ready for a hard New Female cock, as well as training them to see prostate stimulation as their one true source of sexual pleasure. A needy boy with his cock locked away quickly discovers he can't resist the urge to bounce his butt up and down the thick plastic. Even the most defiant of your students soon find themselves wriggling and blushing during your lessons, desperately seeking some relief from months of enforced denial.

"Bend over my desk, facing the class." You tell Sam with a hungry smile. He blushes furiously, well-aware what this means, then scurries over to your desk and lowers himself down on top of it, his legs dangling off the end. You stalk round behind him, facing the other boys. First, you reach down and flip up his skirt, exposing his soft, pale butt to your searing gaze. It's so delicious you can't resist reaching down to grope and squeeze those plump cheeks, spreading them apart as your fingers sink into his flesh. Between his soft mounds, his pink butthole winks and twitches, ready and eager for a cock to fill it. "Watch closely now, class." You purr, letting one hand slip down to your skirt. "As a reward for his good answer, Sam is going to show you all how a good boy takes New Female cock."

The whole class is watching in rapt attention as you slip your skirt and panties down. Your iron-hard cock pops free, and there's a gasp of indrawn breath from every boy. They've all had extensive experience worshipping your dick by now but it's sheer size and virility even compared to other New Females has still earned you a certain mystique among the staff here. There's a handy jar of lube waiting on your desk, and you slather your head in the stuff. Sam's well-trained by now on how to relax his hole and ensure an easy entry, but you still don't want to risk hurting him.

Holding your shaft by the base in one hand, you lay the other down on your willing victim's back, pinning him to the desk. He's shivering slightly, his soft legs twitching in anticipation. Smirking at the sea of jealous faces watching, you shuffle forward, aiming your swollen head right at the twitching pink hole you know is going to give you so much pleasure. Sam gasps as your cock presses against him. He wriggles a little, struggling to relax for the hard penetration that is to come. You press a little harder, forcing your head against that tight ring of muscle. With a little more work, you feel him open up for you, and just like that you moan in hoarse pleasure as your cock pops inside. Sam lets out a little squeal when you start working your hips back and forth, driving your cock a little deeper each time. His butt is warm and welcoming, throbbing walls of muscle stretching so deliciously around your iron-hard shaft.

He's working so hard to relax for you, and to help him you start to stroke his shivering back with your hand. Every delicious inch you advance makes you moan, as more of your cock is tightly caressed by his twitching guts. Just like he told you, his body is made to serve your dick. Then you hit his prostate with one harder thrust and the wriggling boy lets out another hungry squeal, his voice trembling with hot need. You feel him shudder underneath your hand, his butthole tightening like a vice around your shaft. You smirk to yourself, knowing what that means. Sure enough, there's pearly cum dribbling from the end of his cage, as his poor, denied little dick is **** to spurt even while chastity keeps it soft.

"You see, class." You purr, continuing to drive your cock deeper as Sam twitches and moans underneath you. "Sam is such a good boy that he's learned to cum just from his butt, even with his little cock still locked away. All of you should work towards the same. When a New Female decides to use you, delight her by showing off just what a needy little buttslut you really are." There are hurried nods as the class jealously watches Sam gasp and moan his way through a second orgasm, even more cum dribbling from his cage. Some of your students are even taking notes, **** to achieve the same and earn themselves your favor.

You're getting rather close yourself, and you judge your limp, twitching favorite ready for something harder now. Raising your leg, you plant one foot on the desk beside his butt, leaving you leaning over him with a straight shot deep into his guts. Then you really start to fuck him hard, determined to go balls-deep into his butt before you spray his insides. He's utterly limp and helpless as you pound him into the desk, only able to squeal and shudder as you drive your aching meat into his guts. You're slamming past his prostate every thrust, and each time he dribbles more pathetic cum from his cage. Soon you've milked him dry, and his orgasms leave him twitching and squeaking like a girl, the muscles of his butt squeezing your shaft so tight it almost hurts.

You feel your balls draw tight just as your hips slam into his plump butt, squashing all that pale flesh into his thighs. Keeping yourself buried to the hilt, you moan in rapturous pleasure as blistering heat sears up your pulsing shaft. You feel a thick load spray from your cock, pounding it as deep as it can go into the moaning boy's waiting guts and filling up his cute belly with your seed. He wriggles and shrieks underneath you as you pack him full of cum, marking him as yours again and again.

In actual fact, you're lying deeply asleep in your lonely apartment, nowhere near a Fantasy school that seems designed to fulfill your every naughty fetish. Your entire crotch is drenched in cum, a sticky, wet puddle staining your blankets from where your waving cock sprayed that thick load in your sleep. It'll be **** to wash off tomorrow, but lost in your delicious dreams you're not even aware of that. In fact, as dreamland Lucy straightens up and starts to pound her favorite student again, your twitching cock stiffens up once more, preparing to dump another load of cum all over you.

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This thread will focus on feminization, chastity, and some quite hard futadom, but it's all going to be consensual, with Lucy often unsure about proceeding while Sam actually wants her to be harder on him, even if he's too embarrassed to say. It will also juggle the problems with dating a much younger student, as well as how Lucy tries to help Sam come out of his shell. Leave a like or comment if you're interested!