Relief of Mouth

I slowly fall out of my heated arousal as the class of boys are escorted to another relief lesson, though not entirely. The constant shifting of the plug inside me as I walk is a persistent reminder that I still haven't gotten to cum since I first got to this damned school. At least I'm not alone in this torture. The gaggle of boys, now bereft of the studs that were left in the dorm, walk mostly in silence. I can see those of us who refrain from small talk are fully red in the face, still reeling from the erotic display of our previous lesson with mistress Roxie. I glance over to my shy, mousy friend Casey who, to my surprise, is chatting with another boy. His usual blush from the constant lewdness of futaU is still pasted to his face, but he otherwise seems uncharacteristically chipper. Finding a gap in his conversation, I slide over to ask him why.

"Hey Casey. Have you found things to be kind of weird since our last uh... doctor's visit?" I say, knowing I don't have much time for talk before we arrive to the relief room.

"Oh! Hi Sam. Well uh, I felt pretty crappy up until basically this morning. Though after phys. ed, I um..." He blushes hard as he looks to his feet, smiling as he remembers the events of Roxie's lesson. I note the surprising shift in his behaviour towards such erotic sights, as he's been pretty frozen in fear whenever it's happened until now.

"Anyways, I feel a lot better now. I'm even a little... i-interested in today's relief... lesson... But anyways! H-how are you doing?" He practically whispers his newfound enthusiasm for Audrey and Brit's classes before trying to shift the subject.

"Well to be honest, I think a lot of us, myself included, are pretty off from these new plugs..." I probe, looking for what he has to say. If he's got a plug in, he's clearly adjusted much better than I would have expected.

"New plugs...? I was told I shouldn't even wear mine until I have another check-up." He responds with shy confusion. Well that explains a lot...

"What?! No fair!" The stockier boy Casey was chatting with before pipes up again before rapidly moving behind Casey and sliding a hand under his skirt. Casey jumps as he lets out a high pitched yelp as we all continue to walk, his face going rapidly more red as his eyes go wide.

"P-please... take your finger... out... eep!" Casey whispers as the boy presses up behind him with a lecherous grin. I see the boy press even closer, Casey yelping again before the boy peels away.

"Heh, bet they didn't give you one cuz you're so sensitive, huh Cas?" The boy teases as he wags a moist finger in front of us three. Casey buries his head in his hands as we all continue, though fortunately for him we have finally arrived at the relief room. As the escort futas open the doors for us, we all remove our shoes in the hall before stepping into the familiar padded room. As we enter, we see the familiar sight of Audrey and Brit standing on the far end of the room, standing tall and waving us over with their signature, unending enthusiasm.

"Gather 'round femboys, gather 'round! It's good to see you all again." Brit greets us, her big, perky tits practically springing out from under her usual baggy t-shirt as she hops from side to side.

"How are you all feeling today? I know a major health checkup happens around this time for new boys, so I hope none of you are too sore." Audrey croons in his dramatically feminine voice to the rest of us. I can't help but wonder then, if he knows because he was told or if he underwent the same treatment as we just did. If he did, then does that mean they do it to all the male students every year...? They told us we all just had some health issues to solve... As I silently wonder to myself about the mysteries I keep encountering, the rest of the class gives a scattered response of nods and 'yes's.

"That's good to hear. Even still, we were told to hold off on any more practice for your little butt-pussies until you've all gotten a pass from the doctor. That's why today, we'll be starting a new style of relief - oral!" Brit jumps a final time for emphasis as Audrey pulls a bin filled with plastic objects forward, pulling out one to show us. In his hand is a translucent pink dildo about 6 inches in length, complete with veins and balls at it's base.

"This might be a surprise, but sucking on something can feel almost as good as fucking your boy-pussy. Now, I know there are some normal ones in here, but for today you'll all start with something smaller like this here six-incher. We don't want you gagging too hard and getting all turned off, now do we?" As he talks, Audrey holds the dildo close to his face and presents it like some sort of TV ad before sticking out his tongue and slowly licking it from balls to tip. Wait, that thing is supposed to be small...? So there are futa sized ones in there...? At my shame and horror of having something still twice the size of my own dick be referred to as 'small', I glance in the plastic bin and confirm my suspicions; several plastic cocks of different shapes and, colours and sizes jut out of the pile, some of which appear nowhere near human, and some crossing the whole bin in their length. How is anyone supposed to suck on something that huge...?!

"Since today is a new but simple lesson, you can all work on your own. Audrey and I will be walking around to help you, give you tips, or... encourage you, if need be." Brit gives a sly smile as she speaks, making it seem that she would rather enjoy whatever this encouragement might be. I'm not sure whether I want her help or not... I wonder, my eyes glued to Audrey as he continues to demonstrate what techniques might help us in todays lesson. His tongue swirls around the tip of the dildo before he licks up and down the entire length like it's a popsicle, only to repeat both motions over and over. When he takes it in his mouth, he swallows it to it's base in one fell swoop before pulling it back out again, a trail of spit connecting his lolling tongue to the middle of the plastic dick.

"We don't expect you to be able to deepthroat by the end of the day, but don't be afraid to experiment with your limits. You might find it easier than it seems." Brit continues as she walks over to the bin herself, picking up a thick purple rod that flops back and forth in the air, seeming to wobble a full foot in length. She too opens her mouth, letting saliva drip from her extended tongue to slide down the fake phallus before upturning her head and slowly sliding the entire thing down her throat with ease, reminding me of some sort of snake swallowing it's prey. She lets it sit there a moment as Audrey idly licks his own dildo before she pulls it out again like an erotic sword swallower. Bafflingly, many of the boys in the class who stood and watched dumbfounded begin to clap as Brit gives a slight choking noise when the dildo fully exits her throat, causing her to smile and bow with exaggerated flair. Audrey walks over to her and wipes some small tears of effort that were beading in Brits eyes before pecking a kiss on her cheek and walking back to the bin.

"Alright sissies, come and grab one. Everyone has to try. I promise it's more fun than it looks." He says as he wipes the pink dildo in his hands with a cloth before dropping it lazily back into the pile. He waves over the group as we all tentatively move forward, some faster than others. Should I get one first...? I don't want a huge one, and I don't want to leave it all up to chance... this really stinks, I wanted... I wanted to... I silently lament how this is our first relief lesson where I wouldn't be sticking something in my ass, yet am too embarrassed to admit it even to myself. I am too distracted to get in line and find myself standing at the back, waiting my turn to be handed a plastic cock for me to suck. This is so... humiliating... I mean, there's no way sucking on something can make you feel that good, right...? I continue to try and rebuke this information, despite the heated display of eroticism I was only just shown in Roxie's classroom. That, and how extremely gay it feels causing me to be ever more embarrassed. Not that there's anything wrong with liking it, it's just that I'm into girls... yeah... so this is totally not for me... I don't feel completely confident in this conclusion, yet I'm given no choice in the matter as I reach the front of the line and am greeted with my very own dildo. It's light brown in colour, lacking any discernible features other than the obvious glans and balls, and extends around 7 inches in length.

"Sorry hun, this is the smallest one left. But don't worry, you don't have to push yourself. If you need help, just ask, okay?" Audrey gives me a comforting smile, yet it scarcely reaches me since there is a big dildo right in front of it.

"Yeah... th-thanks..." I mumble, not fully wanting to meet with Audrey's silvery eyes and letting him see my shame in this whole affair. I stiffly grab the dildo and shuffle off into the padded room, searching for a spot on my own to either hide from the instructors or from everyone else, unsure of whether I'm really going to go through with this. I find myself a somewhat secluded corner of the room and sit myself facing away from everyone else, plopping my bare butt down onto the padded floor. Momentarily forgetting about my new plug, the sudden slap of pressure causes my dick to jerk in it's cage and push out a drop of precum as my head goes fuzzy for a moment. When I finally recover, I find my heart is already beating faster than it once was as I gaze upon the plastic dick in my hands. I can't help but flash back to Roxie's meaty hammer getting sucked off by that upper-year femboy. I can almost place myself back in the heat of the room before I remember the stud's fat cock getting slobbered over as well, causing me to pause a moment as I realize my mouth has started to water. When I look at the dildo again, I think further back; back to acceptance day when that jock of a futa got sucked off by Sarah right in front of me. Her sweaty dick was just about this colour, though much longer. It was slick with Sarah's spit as her plump lips ran along it... Her moans as she licked the fat balls of that long futa dick...

Before I've realized what's happened, I find my lips are touching the tip of the dildo - the cool plastic material smooth against my mouth. When I jerk it away from my face in an embarrassed panic, a sliver of drool drips down my chin as a wet spot glistens on the indent on the tip that's meant to be the urethra. I drop the dildo into my lap as I look around me, hoping no one was looking at me as I assume everyone else has refused to participate. Instead, I find quite the opposite. Many of the boys have fully absorbed themselves in the lesson. I see one confusedly licking their dildo like it's an ice cream, lowering it in embarrassment before beginning again without even bothering to see if he's being watched. Another seems to be fully making out with his, running his tongue over the glans of the dildo before placing it in his mouth and lightly sucking and playing with it. I even glance across the room and see Casey, his black hair difficult to miss in the crowd. Above him stands Brit, bent over in such a way as to look him in they eye yet also give him a full view of her giant tits through her shirt. She seems to be speaking to him, yet I can't make out the words over the wet sounds that echo around the room. Casey looks up at her, his face fully red with blush, yet I see him slowly bobbing his head up and down a black dildo held up by Brit. The whole display makes it seem like she's teaching him how to suck off a man who's completely invisible but for his dark dick. And Casey looks to be enjoying it. I can't believe it...! Everyone's just going along with this so easily...!

I bring my hands up to my face to hide my gaze from the rest of the class, lest someone notice my voyeurism. That's when I smell it. It's faint, but noticeable - a weighty, musky scent that makes feel hungry and warm in my head and stomach. My eyes roll back as I take a deep breath through my nose, inhaling this oddly familiar odor. My mouth starts to water again, yet I ignore it as I bring my hands down to my lap. The smell is gone...! Investigating this strange discovery, I rifle through my uniform. When I reach into one of my jacket sleeves, I find the source. I pull out a flattened, crumpled tissue that's dried over the course of the day, yet I still recall vividly from whence it came. It was that nurse...! I used this tissue to clean her cum off my face...! I flash back to earlier today when that futa nurse had tricked me into giving her a handjob in exchange for her to let me cum, only to leave me horny and soaked in her fluids. I remember how I had nearly been caught by her as I - in a state of complete arousal - began to sniff at the rag that I used to wipe her juices off me. I couldn't help myself... something about it just smelled so... good... As my reverie ends, my eyes shoot back down to the tissue. My heart skips in my chest as, even as it lies in my palm, I can still smell it. I feel my mouth begin to salivate all over again as I hunch over, hiding my shameful treasure from the rest of the room. If I get caught with this, who knows what will happen... The fear of repercussions is overpowered by the lingering musk as I press the rag into my face, inhaling deep the scent of futa cum. I feel the plug in my ass press against my pleasure spot as I sit, a warmth passing through my chest as I continue to huff my secret and an arousal filling my being.

Then I remember the dildo. Cum comes out of these... I think in a haze, barely even clocking that the cock in my other hand isn't real. Dropping the tissue into my lap, I open my drooling mouth as the dildo comes closer to my lips. So close... just a taste... I rationalize to myself as the tip of the cock enters my mouth. A rush of excitement fills my brain, like I'm doing something forbidden yet thrilling. I feel a slight tingle on my lips, yet the barest part of me is disappointed at the lack of warmth. Even still, I cautiously slide the head of the dildo past my lips and swirl it around with my tongue, searching for the flavours I can only imagine are tied to the scent of my secret tissue. Instead of tasting what I wanted, I instead feel a slight tingle across the surface of my tongue. Like a tickle I don't want to stop, I continue to run my tongue over and over the cock head that lies in my mouth, savouring the shape and sensation. Subconciously relaxing, I lean back, exposing my actions for the rest of the class to see, were they to bother looking. After a minute or two, I begin to tire of the sameness of the feeling I get simply from licking up and down the head. My eyes closed, I recall Audrey's demonstration as he smoothly slid the dildo down his throat. A nervous shiver runs through me, yet the promise of further discovery pushes me forward.

Now lightly rocking my hips such that my plug grinds against my prostate, I slowly push the dildo further into my mouth. One inch. Two inches. No problems. Three inches. I can feel an ache at the back of my tongue, right where it meets my throat. An ache of promised pleasure, but also the pressure of this new intruder. I carefully try and reach the ache. That's when I feel the dildo brush against the back of my throat, causing me to gag horribly. I yank the dildo out of my mouth, a stream of drool still connecting us. I pant, catching my breath as I practically drop the dildo into my lap. What am I doing...!? I look back down in horror at the thing I had just nearly choked myself with. I find the slobbered head of it has landed on my precious tissue. My mind goes still. I swallow hard, my tongue and throat already somewhat sore from they newness of the experience. My brain goes hot. I feel wetness leaking from both my front and back, starting to leave tiny puddles beneath my skirt.

Without thinking, I roll the tip of the slicked dildo into the tissue, coating the plastic in both my spit and whatever is soaked into the old rag. My heart is bursting from my chest as I raise the dildo again to meet my eye level. I stare it down, smelling the faint scent of my prize. I close my eyes. When the dildo touches my lips, the tingle on my skin is nearly twice as nice as before, and I open my mouth greedily, sucking as much air out as possible as to latch my mouth onto the rod. The tingling feeling on my tongue is wonderful. Like someone placed a drug in my mouth and let it dissolve. I rock my head back and forth on the fake cock, reaching further and further as I make sloppy noises with my eager slurping. When I feel it reach the back of my throat once more, I nearly gag. This time however, I feel that tingling drug feeling open me up as I press for deeper pleasure. I want it deeper in me... I hadn't realized what I was doing until I felt the relatively dry plastic of the balls touch my chin. I had managed to press the whole thing into my throat. And it felt great. Indescribable. Not like my ass, yet that too was rising as I rocked back and forth. I feel something in me. In my mouth, my ass, my pathetic caged dick, and deep in my hazy brain. Something hot and building. I slowly pull the dildo in and out of my throat, running over the surface of my tongue, nearly gagging as I get every millimeter of tingling I can get.

"Look at you go, champ! I didn't think we'd have such an eager slut today. Everyone loves a good mouth whore, though. Good job!" With a slightly mocking tone, Brit has snuck up behind me and alerted both myself and the whole room as to my actions. My eyes shoot open as the panic, embarrassment, shame, and pleasure all mix together in my brain. It's too much to handle, and I feel my ass flex hard around my plug, pushing something out through my shrunken penis. It feels good, but also disappointing, like only half a second of the greatest piss of my life. As I yank the rest of the dildo out of my mouth, I let out an involuntary noise, a mix of orgasm and frightened surprise. I try and form words to defend myself and my non-existent masculinity, but my throat is too sore to manage anything but a croaking "wait..."

"Shhh, it's okay little sissy. You're just ahead of the class, that's all. You've done nothing wro- what's this?" Brit walks over closer, speaking in a dubiously comforting tone before stopping as she looks at my lap. I freeze, paralyzed at the though that she might have seen my tissue. When I turn my head downwards, I find it's been brushed away somewhere. Relief spreads through me, yet I then notice what drew her attention - a small wet circle on my skirt. She lifts it to reveal my cage. My overwhelming swirl of emotions is too much for me to react, leaving me helplessly frozen as she looks at my shame and the puddle beneath.

"Did you squirt? No, you just let out a little dribble, you horny slut." Brit giggles as she dips a finger into the puddle beneath me, pulling back to show a watery white fluid dripping from her fingertip.

"You did good today, Sam. You're a good boy. But you need to learn to pace yourself. Go sit on a bench for now until you come down a little. Let your throat recover." She speaks softly now, just enough for me to hear, clearly no longer subtly taunting me in that strange way she does. Before she stands up, she winks at me and pops her wetted finger into her mouth before pulling it back out again, squeaky clean.

"Alright now boys, back to it! Dani, you're not even doing anything!" Brit walks away as she addresses the room once again, moving on from my escapades. Still overwhelmed by what just happened to me, I purposely leave my tissue wherever it fell and walk to a bench as Brit told me to do. There I stayed, my head in my hands as I block out all the noises of the room that penetrate my ears. I felt like I came, but it wasn't any good... I'm still... I feel my ass involuntarily flex again around my plug as it presses into my pleasure spots and I stifle a moan. I'm still so horny...