Unfortunately for her, no.

"You know what?" Trave grunts. "I'm not convinced."

Before Nat can do anything, he drops her wrists and seizes her by the hair. Nat yelps as he pulls her roughly to her feet, pushing his other hand between her legs. She moans as two of his thick, rough fingers probe her hole.

"Just like I thought - you're {if Sluttery > 49}absolutely soaked{else}getting wet{endif}." Natalie {if Sluttery > 49}moans, grinding down slightly onto his fingers against her will. God, it's true! That cock in my throat...really turned me on...{else}whimpers, but she can't deny that he's right. I...I guess it's true what they say...a cock in your throat's a short step to slutdom...{endif} Trave chuckles. "Yeah, your body knows what you're for, even if your stupid little brain is trying to resist. May as well finish the job, eh? Really drive the lesson home!"

He pulls her around and pushes her roughly forward, making Nat fall onto his desk. She gasps as her breasts and stomach hit the cool, hard, smooth laminate of the desktop, stunning her momentarily. Behind her, Trave runs a hand over her ass and gives one cheek a good squeeze before pulling her legs apart. {if Sluttery > 49}Natalie can feel her slick running down her legs.{if Sluttery>79} She's delirious with want.{endif}{endif} "Now, Natalie," Trave says. She feels the head of his cock probing at her labia. It feels so big. {if Sluttery > 79}She whines, hips twitching in want.{elseif Sluttery > 49}She bites her lip, trying to hold back a moan of desire. Is this it? Is it finally happening?!{elseif Sluttery > 29}She lets out a stuttering breath, trying to prepare herself. Wait...is this...am I really doing this? Is he really going to deflower me on his desk?{else}She whimpers. How could I possibly take something that big! It feels like it'll break me...{endif} "Remind me why I'm doing this?"

"Be...because..." Nat swallows, {if Sluttery > 49}trying to focus{else}trying to be brave{endif}. "Because I'm making up for being a stupid, silly girl, sir."

"That's right. And you're sorry?"

"Very sorry, sir."

"And if some of those nice boys grope you next time you're in the shower, what will you do?"

Nat is desperately trying to come up with a way to let him know that this is her first time, to take it easy on her, to not punish her too hard, but she knows she has to answer. "{if Sluttery > 79}Beg them to fuck me, sir.{elseif Sluttery > 49}Smile and thank them, sir.{else}S-smile and...thank them, sir.{endif}"

"Good girl." The tip of Trave's cock is nestled firmly in her opening now, hot and hard and making Nat pant at the promised intrusion. "And you know why, right?"

She does, {if Sluttery > 49}and now she's finally ready to give in to her body's wants{elseif Sluttery > 29}though she's a confused welter of emotions over it{else}even if part of her resists the knowledge{endif}. "Because I'm a girl, sir."

"Which means what is your body for?"

"For fucking, sir."

"Good girl." Nat lets out a gasp as Coach Trave seizes her hips and pushes himself deliberately in, taking Natalie's virginity in one sure stroke.

Coach Trave's cock seems enormous - not that Nat has any basis for comparison - and she lets out a squeal as she feels him fill her cunt completely. Her cunt feels like it's been doused in wet fire: she feels so warm, like there are little sparks shooting out of her vaginal cavity and into the rest of her body. And she can almost sense herself getting more and more wet, cunt working overtime to help this man turn her into a woman, to ease his passage and make her a better fuck for him - to make her a good girl. He was right...my body knows...{if Sluttery > 39}what I'm for...{else}how to do this...{endif} She groans and clutches at the edges of the desk as Trave begins to fuck her with steady, deliberate strokes, setting off a firecracker in her loins with each thrust.

"God, this is a nice cunt, Natalie," the man grunts. Nat can only gasp in reply. "So fucking tight! Like it's your first time!"

"Ah! Ah! Ah! It...it is! Oh God!"

"Wait, really?" Trave pauses, dick still stretching Nat's poor cunt. She moans as he draws slowly backward. "You saying this is the first time you've been fucked?"

"Y-Yes. Oh, please, be gentle..."

"Hahaha!" Trave chortles. "Well, I'll be damned. I'm a lucky SOB, aren't I? Don't be too sad about this - had to happen eventually. No luck on the gentle thing, though. Your pleasure is secondary to my purpose, remember that!"

"Ah!!! Y-yes, sir!" Nat whimpers as he begins fucking her with renewed passion, her no-longer-virgin cunt stretching painfully to accommodate him.

"Damn that's good," Trave pants. "You oughta thank me...word of this nice fresh pussy gets out, it won't be long before some boy puts a red collar around your neck to keep it in good shape for him. That's why you gotta let them at least express an interest, girl! I've got all the files, yours said you have promise...a boy who'll protect you is something that could help you achieve it. Unless you're not interested, of course."

F-files...? Nat, through the haze of pleasure that's radiating through her body, manages to turn her head to one side. Her cheek is pressed to the cold surface of the desk as her eyes travel over one of the papers Trave was reading when she came in, now spread over his desk. Though it's difficult with the jerking of her body each time his hips slam into her and her increasingly unfocused mind, she manages to make out what some of what the paper says. It has a portrait of a smiling blonde girl on it and a filled out dossier:

NAME: Cynthia (Cindy) St. Clear

Age: 18 years 7 months

Status: Green

Sexual History: Ex-boyfriend Kyle Timms (18) reports utilizing her mouth extensively, cunt routinely, never ass. Timms particularly recommended her skills as cocksucker. Since breakup with Timm, has occasionally traded oral service to her neighbor Herbert Wallace (47) for assistance with yardwork.

High School GPA: 2.95

Recommendations: On the bubble as far as intellect goes, St. Clear's propensity for service could push her down many paths. While blackbanding is never impossible, her apparent eagerness and charm suggest that she could make a fine, biddable wife for a young man; liaisons should be encouraged, especially with men interested in or currently in highly physical jobs, who will tend to enjoy a pliable, submissive partner. If St. Clear shows a tendency toward wide promiscuity, however, staff should feel no compunction about using her holes. Recommended sequence of coursework: Calculus, French Language Arts...

Is that...is there one of these...for all of us? Nat finds herself wondering, eyes widening. Is there a sheet like this...for me?

Her thoughts are interrupted by a laugh from Trave. "Well now, speaking of your peers. We should hurry this up. But first let's give 'em a show, huh?"

"Wha - ah!" Nat gasps as he seizes her hair and, still fucking her, pulls her head up to look forward. It's only when he does this that Natalie remembers the large windows that front his office, looking into the hallway that leads to the locker rooms. She flushes with {if Sluttery < 40}shame{else}arousal{endif} as she finds herself facing them - and a half dozen of her classmates, dressed and clearly on their way out to the buses.

As Nat's humiliation is laid bare to them, several of the classmates cheer and clap, commenting to one another; she can only hear them dimly through the glass. A number of them have their phones out, clearly filming - probably she's live on InstaGram even now. And Natalie can see one curvy Latina girl with a red neckband biting her lip as she watches Nat's fucking, one hand dipping into the waistband of her shorts as she grinds her full ass back against the strapping boy behind her, who watches Nat smiling idly, the easy confidence of a man secure in his own cunt clear in the way he drapes an arm around the girl and rests a hand on her breast.

Being observed by her peers is {if Sluttery > 49}almost too much, too powerful{else}too embarrassing, and Nat feels herself go red{endif}. She tries to drop her head and avoid their gaze, but Trave's hand is tight in her hair. "Oh, no you don't," he chuckles. "You should be proud! This is a big moment - you're becoming a woman." Nat hears herself let out a panting whine as his cock slams into her again and again, bruising her cervix and stretching her cunt wide as his balls slap her clit. Some of the students at the window drift away, but more and more are coming out of the lockers. While some of the girls hurry out, looking embarrassed or even a little unsteady, almost all of the boys and most of the girls pause to watch her with looks of curiosity or salacious eagerness. She sees one girl say to another, distinctly enough that Nat can read the words on her lips, "Teacher's pet."

Nat feels her pussy tighten, and Trave groans. As she's fucked into the desk, Nat can't help but think of Abigail Charmue, a girl she knew in high school. Petite, blonde, and flat-chested, Abigail had been a year ahead of her in school. People called Abigail a teacher's pet, too - mostly because of the rumors that she had started sucking the band teacher's cock after she turned 18, in exchange for making her first clarinet. No one had really been surprised when, a few weeks after Abigail had graduated, she was sporting a red collar and attached to Mr. Kline's elbow. There was never technically any evidence of impropriety...

"Teacher's Pet" had become a bit more than a nickname the next year, however. Mr. Kline had found out about the nickname and thought that it was cute, so he got Abigail some ears, tails, etc. From what Nat has seen on IG, Abigail make a very cute catgirl, and spends a good portion of each day getting fucked by Mr. Kline to earn her cream. The last time she saw Abigail online, she was live streaming, taking Kline's cock up her ass while she mewled desperately into a ballgag.

The thought has Natalie{if Sluttery < 40}, against her will,{endif} tingling all over, and as Trave's hand in her hair jerks and pulls her back to the present, she sees one of the girls watching smile and raise her phone. The girl presses the camera right up against the window glass with a smirk, and deliberately presses the button, immortalizing the loss of Nat's virginity.

It's too much. Nat cums.

She hears a low, groaning cry roil out of her gut, coiling upward into a high-pitched shriek before subsiding. She can hardly think straight as the pleasure sweeps through her body, making her shake and buck against the desk as her whole being reaches climax. As she comes down from the peak her body goes boneless, and her head suddenly drops to the desk as Trave lets go of her hair to clutch her waist with both hands.

"Fuck!! Hanh!! Still...got it...huh?!" he pants. With a growl of effort, he slams his hips into Nat once, then twice, then she feels his cock spasm in her clenching, soaked passage. He pulls back, leaving her suddenly, achingly empty; she whimpers. Behind her, Trave lets out a roar of triumph and she suddenly feels a thick, hot, viscous substance splatter over her back. He's cumming on her, in front of...everyone. She feels like she should be more concerned about this, but right at this moment the tingling pleasure of his semen on her skin is cutting through everything, a warm, penetrating heat that's leaving her relaxed and pleased with herself. I did it. I made up for my mistake. And...I lost my virginity! I'm a woman, now...

"Good girl, eh?" Trave says, panting as he confirms her feelings. He comes around by the edge of the desk, giving the watching, cheering students a friendly wave. "Go on, clean up your mess." Nat obediently pushes herself up on her elbows and leans over to take his now-flaccid cock in her mouth, carefully sucking and licking her fluid off him. The salt-sweet funk of it is surprising to her, but not unwelcome. Trave, {if Sluttery > 49}to her disappointment{else}fortunately for her{endif}, doesn't seem to be getting hard again, and after a few seconds he slaps her ass sharply and steps away. "Well done, Natalie. I hope you'll remember that lesson."

"Yes...Yes sir," Nat murmurs. She slowly pushes herself up from the desk. The cum on her back and ass is cooling, now, and as she stands upright she shivers in the cool air, some sobriety coming back to her. Did I really just...just lose my virginity...in front of my whole gym class...? Oh, God... She flinches slightly as Trave reaches up and gropes her breast again, but she keeps her hands at her sides.

"Good girl. Solid 9, with that cunt. Keep up the good work...with a little exercise, you could be quite desirable, huh?" He grunts, amused. "Alright, little slut. Go on and hit the showers, and this time, don't come out until you're done, eh?"

"Yes, sir," Nat murmurs, subdued. She jumps again as he gives her ass a hard swat on her way out, but finally manages to escape into the hallway and back to the showers. Fortunately for her most of the students have already cleared out, but a few boys leaving the facilities wolf-whistle her as she walks past them, back still spattered in cum. She hurries into the showers and turns on a faucet, alone at last. She knows she has to hurry - it's the end of the day, and the bus is no doubt leaving soon.

As she washes the Coach's spunk from her body, though, she can't help but dwell on what just happened. {if Sluttery > 79}God, that was good. An older man...with a cock like that! I'm so glad that was my first time...and the way everyone watched! They know what I am...a good slut, a good cockwhore. Finally. Nat bites back a moan as she rubs soap over her engorged, tender nipples.{elseif Sluttery > 59}God...that was a good first time. Sometimes you just need a thorough dicking, I guess...could have done without everyone watching, but what the hell. Most of those skanks have been fucked over a desk at some point, I'm sure. She smiles to herself as she luxuriates in the water.{elseif Sluttery > 39}That...that was so much. I didn't expect to enjoy it, but...but I did...what's happening to me? Are they right? Is this all my body is really good for: sucking cock and getting fucked? Oh, I don't want it to be, but I feel so...so...hot... She groans in frustration as she rinses the last of the cum off her back, feelings turbulent.{elseif Sluttery > 19}I can't believe...everyone saw that. I always wanted my first time to be romantic special, and instead I...I took his dick on a desk like a common whore. People will definitely think I'm a slut now. I'm so embarrassed... She sniffles slightly, and wipes her eyes. No. It's ok. I...I deserved it, in any case. Just a quick punishment fuck for causing a whole scene...I should've known better. She takes a deep, steadying breath. Next time, I'll do better.{else}Oh, God, I'm a fuckslut now, and everyone knows it, she thinks miserably. I guess...I guess I did deserve it...I mean, boys grope girls, and I know that, but...but I've never had it happen to me like that! It doesn't seem fair! Either that it happens or that, just because we have holes, if we're rude about it we have to let someone fuck us...but I guess that's the way it is. A man's time is valuable, after all...if you waste it, you should be prepared for him to waste you... She swallows as tears run down her cheeks. I acted like a stupid whore...so I got fucked like one. That's how it works. I have to be smarter, next time...{endif} Shaking her head in an attempt to clear it, she turns the water off and heads to the lockers. She's alone, by now, and dresses quickly so she can dash through the halls. She still, after all, has to catch the bus.