Valentine's Day Special

"A-all I'm saying is... If you don't have anyone else to go with to the dance... we could go together..." Bazzle awkwardly stammers out, finally finding the courage to ask you out.

"Nguk... Come on, Baz... You know I don't think of you like that... slerk nguk guk... You're like a brother to me!" You attempt to let him down easy in between wet slurps on the head of his cock. You're just trying to get a quick morning dose before class, and Bazzle has to make it awkward, as usual.

"That can't be true! You suck my cock every single day! You must like me at least a little!" He whines, not paying nearly enough attention to the rhythmic bob of your head in his lap. You don't have the heart to tell him how often you blow your brother every day.

"Can't we just be friends, Baz? I don't wanna complicate what we have with..."

"Hey slut, think fast!" Mike yells before suddenly firing a giant load onto your face from your blindspot, just behind. He holds you back by the hair to keep you from taking his cock into your mouth as he focuses on covering you as much as possible with his massive unexpected dose.

"Hey!" Britany yells, still bent over a short distance away, her gaped asshole still winking from Mike pulling out of her to jerk off onto you. She quickly steps in between you to suck out the remainder of the medicine from his urethra, expertly squeezing one last drop out onto her tongue as she glares daggers at her boyfriend.

"Psh, you know that slut is way dumber than you, babe. She needs it way more." Mike tries to explain to his angry girlfriend as she dutifully licks him clean. Britany is either too stupid or too used to him jerking off onto other girls to stay mad for very long.

"Sarah is a dumb bitch isn't she." Britany teases, spitting the last of her boyfriends load into your face as she begins to leave. "Come on, babe, take me to the Men's room. I'm thirsty."

Mike lags behind for a minute, giving you a sly wink behind Britany's back. "You look totally hot covered in my jizz, Sarah." He flashes his winning smile as his girlfriend drags him inside the school.

"Did you hear that, Baz?! He said I look hot!" You exclaim, returning to his cock in front of you. "Do you think he might break up with Britany and ask me to the dance? I heard they aren't getting along so well, and he obviously would rather give his doses to me anyway. I bet he's only staying with Britany cause she..."

Bazzle shows some initiative for once and grabs the back of your head to cease your yammering by shoving his length down your throat. "We better hurry up, Sarah... the bell is gonna ring soon."

You continue daydreaming about Mike asking you to the Valentine's Day Dance as your strictly platonic best friend rapidly jerks himself off with your skull, while the medicine on your face splatters uselessly onto the sidewalk. You're so lost in fantasy that you barely even notice him emptying his balls directly into your stomach as the first bell rings.

"We better get to class." Bazzle says, pulling out of you mouth and drying his spit covered dick on your shirt before tucking it away.

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"...That's right, Monica. As long as he gives you medicine it's your duty to ensure his donation device is clean and dry before putting it away." Your first period teacher Mr. Davidson rambles as you begin slowly dozing off. Dad kept you up late last night to use your holes while he binge watches some boring drama-porn, impatiently putting on the next episode after every new cliffhanger. It was nearly 3 am by the time he finally unloaded into your asshole during the season finale.

"Would anyone like to come to the front of the class to demonstrate proper fellatio technique?" Mr. Davidson asks, quickly spotting you starting to fall asleep. "Miss Navient, since you seem so interested in class today, why don't you come show everyone how its done."

The class hoots and jeers at you for getting into trouble as you sheepishly walk to the front of the room and squat down in front of him, carefully beginning to reach for sex-ed teacher's zipper.

"Very good, Sarah! What's the rule, ladies?"

"...Always squat and never kneel..." The women of your class say, nearly in unison.

"That's right! Not only do you want to protect your knees from contact with harsh surfaces, but the squatting will help tone your rear end to solicit more donations!" He watches you judgmentally for a minute as you gently pull out his cock and begin giving it a customary tongue bath.

"Can anyone tell me what Sarah's doing wrong so far?" Mr. Davidson asks the class as you try your hardest to clean his filthy member properly. Several hands raise to answer him. "Monica?"

"She needs to spread her legs and masturbate!" Monica replies with smug satisfaction.

"That's correct! Even while soliciting one donation, you should always be conscientious to provide arousal to those around you, for your benefit, as well as theirs!" He lectures you as you gently lap at his balls. "Sarah, please show the class your pussy."

You slowly open your legs, hiking up your uniform skirt and moving your panties to the side, embarrassed to feel every eye in the room as you gently spread the lips and show off your holes to your classmates. Several guys begin shouting at you excitedly, "SHOW YOUR TITS TOO!"

Mr. Davidson looks down at you with disapproval, as though you should have already known to pull your breasts out for them. You attempt to pull your top up while keeping your teacher's cock in your mouth, eventually freeing the bouncing orbs to the delight of the class. Several of your female classmates get dragged under the boy's desks as your teacher tries to continue the lesson.

"Now if you will all please turn to page 347 in your textbooks, who wants to read the paragraph about deepthroating? Monica?" He looks around and finds Monica under the desk beside hers, already gagging on the student that sits next to her as he violently plunges into her throat. "Hmm... Maria?"

Maria begins reading and the class continues as normal while you demonstrate each lesson on Mr. Davidson's cock for the leering eyes of your horny classmates. After about an hour of nonstop slobbering the bell finally rings.

"Ladies, your homework tonight is to deepthroat more than eight inches, use a dildo if you have to! And fellas, your homework is to practice administering medicine directly into the esophagus! No facials tonight, fellas." Several people groan as they begin to shuffle out the door.

"Good work today, Sarah!" Mr. Davidson says warmly as he pulls his cock out of your mouth and dries it on your shirt without giving you a dose. "Sorry we didn't have time to demonstrate administering medicine today... Maybe we'll get to it tomorrow."

He shuffles you out of the classroom, practically shoving you into the hallway then quickly closing the door behind you. You frown for a moment then begin walking to your locker to prepare for the next class. You start spinning the numbers on the combination lock when suddenly someone slams your face into the row of cold metal doors.

"God your fuckin' pussy looked so hot today, slut." Mike grunts out, gruffly spreading your legs and pulling out his cock with one hand while holding your face on your locker by the back of the neck.

As your biggest crush begins forcing his dry cock into your barely lubricated cunt you quickly get excited enough for him to slide the rest of the way in easily. He's not fucking my ass? He ALWAYS uses Britany's asshole between classes! He DOES secretly like me!

He pounds into you harder and harder as you begin to get your hopes up about your wonderful future together.

"Michael Hunt! What do you think you're doing?!" Britany yells as she catches the two of you, using his full name to emphasize how much trouble he is in. "You haven't used my pussy once since we started dating!"

"Huh?" Mike asks, too focused on bouncing his pelvis off of your pert rear to pay attention to his girlfriend's pathetic whining. "Sarah's cunt is way tighter than yours, you know that."

"What?! FINE! I don't need you anyway!" The cheerleader yells as she storms off in a huff. She walks a short distance away and immediately begins going down on the first guy she runs into, just to spite Mike.

"Whatever, bitch." Mike mumbles, already shifting his attention back to slamming your face into the lockers as he violently stretches out your pussy in the busy hallway.

"Does that mean we're going to the Valentine's Day dance together?" You ask, trying to push back at his rhythm while he holds your head down.

"Oh fuck, yeeeeaaahhh...." Mike moans, giving you what sounds like an affirmative answer as he begins carelessly firing his dose deep inside you, filling your womb with his wasted medicine while you get excited about your new date to the dance.

"Really?! Oh my gosh! What should I wear? Do I have a dress? Oh, I'll just get a new one!" You gush happily as he finishes gushing inside you. You squat down and quickly take his oozing cock into your mouth as he slides out, gulping the remainder of his load as you excitedly clean your juices off of his softening shaft.

"Huh? Yeah, whatever." Mike says dismissively, already checking his phone as you lap at his balls, patiently waiting for you to give him a thorough cleaning. He finds a clean spot on your shirt to dry himself off as the bell rings for the next class.

You stand up and quickly grab your books from the locker and rush to the next classroom before you're late.

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"Oh, hey Mike! Do you like my new dress?" You ask, stepping in to greet him as he finally approaches the entrance to the gymnasium. He looks at you strangely as he begins to walk toward Britany just behind you.

"Yeah, it looks real nice... See ya." Mike says, wrapping his arm around Britany as he passes by and begins to open the door to the dance.

"But... I thought... you said my pussy was tighter..." You whine pathetically in a last ditch effort to win your crush back.

"But he's an ass man, bitch!" Britany retorts, flipping you off. Mike pointedly grabs her butt and begins wiggling a finger inside as they enter the gym. "And mine is tighter!"

You flop down onto the curb in shock, wrinkling your new dress as you drop your head into your hands and start to cry.

"Need a date?" Bazzle asks, standing over you and thrusting himself into your face, gently wiping away your tears with the head of his cock like a gentleman. You nod solemnly, slowly taking him into your mouth and gently swirling around his shaft as you continue to sob.

"I'm sorry, Baz..." You apologize as best you can with his dick still laying on your tongue. "Will you be my Valentine?"

"Of course!" He shouts, grabbing the back of your head and thrusting forward, kindly preparing a dose by fucking your face before taking you into the dance.

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