She lets him cum on her.

As hot and bothered as she already is, the idea of getting an orgasm from this attractive teacher is enough to convince Natalie that this is a good idea. And I wouldn't mind a little cum, either... "S-Sure," she murmurs. "I guess that's...ok."

"Good girl!" Ms. Poundwell exclaims, smiling, as Frank eagerly begins to unbutton his shorts. "Now, Frank, let me just get you some lube. We wouldn't want any chafing."

As Frank spreads some of the clear lubricant over his five-inch cock and steps up toward her, stroking himself, Ms. Poundwell snuggles against Natalie's side. Her breasts press up against Natalie's ribs as she traces one hand delicately up and down the girl's belly and thigh.

"I'm glad you have a sense of your place, Natalie," Ms. Poundwell murmurs in Nat's ear as her hand flits to Nat's pussy. Nat lets out a soft gasp as her teacher's fingers trace her labia, gently stroking up and down the damp lips, collecting moisture like a bee at a flower. "So many girls in the advanced class are just trying to find a way to escape from doing their duty to cock...hoping that I'll teach them some way out of having to ever interact with cum." She strokes Nat's clit gently, and Nat's hips buck as the gentle, firm pressure sends tingles of pleasure up through her belly and coursing down her spine. The heat between her legs grows as Ms. Poundwell continues to tease her. "You're smarter than that. Look at him."

Nat, panting slightly as Ms. Poundwell continues to rub her, looks at Frank through half-lidded eyes. His own eyes are mostly closed, his mouth slack as he furiously strokes his cock. In his hand it seems at once intimidating and faintly ridiculous, such a small thing to be such a big deal. Nat can see a drop of glistening pre-cum at its head, and her mouth waters slightly.

"On some level, yes, you're just a set of holes with an attractive body for him to get off to," Ms. Poundwell murmurs into her ear. "All women are, to them. But if you know that - if you figure out how and when and with whom to be that - that's your power, Natalie. Who do you think is really in control here?" She sinks a finger quickly, delicately, into Natalie's sopping cunt, and Natalie groans at the intrusion. She begins to gasp rhythmically, feeling her climax building, as Ms. Poundwell strokes her inner walls, rubbing her clit with the base of her palm. "When the ask is small, be the hot little slut they want, Natalie. You might just be able to survive that way. And besides...part of you wants this, doesn't it?" Ms. Poundwell smiles. Frank is groaning, his hand jerking furiously.

"Yes," Nat whispers.

"What was that?" The older woman leans in and nibbles on Natalie's earlobe as she continues to finger her, and Natalie lets out a gasping shriek.

"Yes! Yes, I - I want it!"

"Beg for it," Ms. Poundwell whispers.

"Please - please - please..." Natalie feels like she might actually lose her mind, Ms. Poundwell is keeping her so skillfully on the edge. All she wants is to cum, she just needs that release, the physical undoing that she knows this woman can give her.

"Ungh! That's right, slut! Beg for my cum!" Frank groans. He lets out a guttural groan as he starts to climax, white spunk jetting out as his cock twitches in his hand. Nat gasps in shock and, if she's honest, pleasure as the hot, sticky liquid splatters onto her belly and pubis. Her skin starts to tingle where it lands, and her head lolls back as she feels it enhancing the pleasure of Ms. Poundwell's finger stroking her g-spot and stimulating her clit.

"That's a good girl," Ms. Poundwell coos. "Now for you, too..." She does something new with her finger, a kind of hooking motion, and Natalie lets out a huge gasp as the dam is suddenly broken and her own orgasm crashes through her like a tsunami. She moans as her whole body shakes with the climax roiling through her, muscles going limp and cunt gushing with fluid to coat her teacher's hand. She loses herself in the expansive pleasure, body going boneless as she sinks onto the stool that restrains her.

"Well done, both of you," Ms. Poundwell says with a chuckle. "Hope that feels better, Frank."

"Yeah, loads," Frank says, sounding genuinely relieved. "Thanks, Nat! You're a good sport." Nat, still in an orgasmic haze, gasps as he playfully slaps her clit with a grin. He pulls his own underwear and shorts back up. "I gotta get to class, but maybe we can do this again sometime."

"Uh....m-maybe," Nat mutters, post-coital clarity starting to kick in. Did I really just...cum on my teacher's hand? And let that guy cum on me? Oh God, it's still on me...does it have more of an effect with longer exposure? I can't...remember...right now...

As Frank heads out, Ms. Poundwell smiles and smooths Nat's hair back from her sweaty forehead. "You really did quite well, Natalie," she says soothingly. "Let's get you cleaned up and out of here. Slut!"

The blackbanded girl, still lying in the back of the classroom where she was gangbanged, pops up onto her knees, eyes unfocused and swaying slightly. "Wha? Someone...need me?"

"There's cum over here you need to clean up," Ms. Poundwell says, brusque and business-like. The other girl, still covered in drying spunk herself, nods and crawls across the floor to Natalie's stool. Kneeling between Natalie's legs, the naked girl leans forward and begins to eagerly lick up the cum left on Natalie's belly and crotch. Nat lets out a slight sigh of pleasure as the girl's warm, firm tongue laps at her skin, oddly soothing.

"These sluts do come in handy," Ms. Poundwell says with a chuckle. "And not just for distracting the boys."

"Yeah," Natalie murmurs. "Thanks - uh, what's your name?"

"Huh?" The girl between her thighs looks up at her, dazed. "Uhhhh..."

"Don't strain yourself, dear, just lick," Ms. Poundwell says curtly. The blackband shrugs and resumes licking, cleaning up the last few patches of cum. "It can confuse them to ask complicated questions like that when they're in the middle of a cum frenzy, Natalie. Best not to."

"Sorry."

"No worries, dear! You're learning, just like everyone else here." Ms. Poundwell smiles as she uncuffs Natalie's ankles, then wrists. Natalie sits up, rubbing her wrists to get her circulation back as the blackbanded girl sits on her heels, job done. "Let me get you a hall pass, the bell might ring before your next class starts."

A few minutes later, Nat has her clothes back on and her pass in hand. She waves a grateful goodbye to Ms. Poundwell as she heads out the door. The young teacher returns the wave cheerily as she tows the blackband over to her desk by the hair for her free period.