Welcome to Libertine Academy

As the girls entered the school, they were met with the standard hustle and bustle of other students. Depravity was common place inside the walls of this building of learning. Everly saw students openly making out, one couple had a girl pushed up against the lockers, whilst the male student dry jumped her for everyone to see. This was tame with what could be seen around here, the locker-rooms for one, was a hot spot for most student a to engage in having sex. Even a teacher had been seen getting pounded in the connecting showers by a student.

The girl’s peer would greet them as they made their way to the lockers, and the male students would stare and ogle at them. Everly unlocked her locker and was soon cornered by Jack Terrence, a boy she had fucked a few times in the past. He was tall with dark hair, a muscular body and a decent sized cock hiding beneath his uniform.

“Hey, Evs.” He said to her, leaning against the lockers, a shit eating grin on his face. “How was your holidays, thinking of me?”

Everly slammed the locker door after retrieving her school books. “Nope, not even once.” She said with a short and irritated tone. He had left her hanging in the past when they used to fuck around, Everly got too annoyed and angry at this and turned off the sex tap. He wasn’t got to ‘hit this’ ever again.

“Ah, c’mon Evs. We had good times didn’t we. Don’t you want to explore that.” She looked him dead in the eye, a determined look on her face.

“I’ve got a new man in mind, one that’s mature, and really knows what he’s doing.” She told him, hoping he would get jealous.

“Who? Who’s better than me?”

“Mr Richards.” Everly said smugly.

“That old fossil. I’d be surprised he could get it up. C’mon Evs, forget him. Let’s go somewhere private, and I’ll show you that you don’t need him.”

“I don’t think so.” She walked off with her friends, leaving him as he had done so many times before. Chloe and Beth whooped and laughed as Everly joined them. Val stared daggers at him for a moment before turning on her heel to join her friends.

They headed to English class, and found their seats. Everly was sat near the front, she had a perfect view of Mr Richards, and a great opportunity to tease him. Val was sat directly her, Chloe on Everly’s right, and Beth was just a few rows away. They sat patiently as other students milled inside, and awaited the arrival of Mr Richards to start the lesson.

“Hey, did you hear?” Said Analisa Barbieri, a cute brown haired girl with a big ass. It was said that her father was apart of the mafia. “Mrs Sommers got found blowing another student in the faculty.”

“What!? Who was it.” Everly whispered. Chloe leaned in to hear the details, whilst Val sat cross armed, staring straight ahead, but had a covert ear open.

“Adam Landstar. Apparently he went in to ask her about a test coming up.”

“Yeah right.” Said Chloe sarcastically.

“He was in there for like two minutes, and another teacher came in and saw her sucking him off.” Continued Analisa. “She said she was helping him with coffee that got spilled on his pants.”

“Never thought he had it in him. Damn, Adam you dog.” Chloe praised.

“What was done about it?” Everly asked Analisa.

“A slap on the wrist, and to be more discreet if they wanted to do things like that. You know the principal is fucking his secretary, and half the teachers, even some students.” Finished Analisa.

The school had a very loose tolerance for carnal activity, as long as it wasn’t done in public, or found out during class. Anyone could screw to their hearts content. The rules at Libertine Academy weren’t the strictest, it was known that most of the teachers and students fucked each other, men in the school liked to plough any hole they could, whilst the women jumped on any cock available. It only seemed that the school had a zero tolerance for was **** and uniforms.

The rules at Libertine Academy were as twisted as the desires of its students and staff. While uniforms were mandatory, with regular checks by the administration to ensure compliance, the real law of the land was discretion. Teachers and students alike knew how to navigate the blurred lines between professionalism and indulgence. The principal, infamous for his dalliances with the secretary and a string of female teachers, had long ago established an unspoken code: as long as it wasn’t caught on camera or disrupted a class, anything went. The faculty turned a blind eye to the locker room trysts and hallway groping, their own hands often too full to wag fingers.

At that moment, Mr. Richards walked into the classroom, his presence immediately drawing Everly’s attention. He was ruggedly handsome, with the hint of a stubble growing on his strong jawline, and the grey in his hair making him look more mature and distinguished. He wore a tweed jacket and dark slacks, with smartly polished shoes. He greeted the class with a warm hello and hoped they enjoyed their holidays. His voice was rough and masculine, his words made Everly’s knees buckle, he had a voice that could talk any woman into bed.

Everly could feel a flutter in her chest as he began to write on the chalkboard, his broad shoulders evident even under his clothing. Everly crossed her legs together as the familiar wet feeling became active at her crotch. The room fell into a hush, not out of respect, but anticipation. Everyone knew that Mr. Richards was one of the few teachers who still maintained a semblance of authority, though rumors of his private life hinted at a different kind of discipline.

As he turned to face the class, his eyes met Everly's for a brief moment, and she could have sworn she saw a flicker of something there…interest, perhaps, or something more, something lustful. She almost swooned when looking into his wise grey coloured eyes.

Mr. Richards cleared his throat, attempting to compose himself as he began the lesson, but his eyes kept drifting back to Everly. She could see the faintest flush rise to his cheeks, and the way he looked at her thighs as he spoke about Shakespearean sonnets. The air in the room seemed to thicken, charged with unspoken desire. Everly crossed her legs tighter, the pressure between her thighs a reminder of the effect he had on her. She caught his gaze once, twice, each time holding it a moment longer than necessary.

Finally, the bell rang, signaling the end of the period. Students began to file out of the room, chattering amongst themselves, Everly’s friends knew what she intended to do, and didn’t bother to wait for her, leaving class without her, just a small nod of approval from them. Mr. Richards was sat on the edge of his desk as he watched Everly gather her things, her movements were seductive and deliberate.

As the last student left the room, Everly turned to face him, her eyes locked on his. She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling beneath her tight blouse.

“Mr. Richards.” She began, her voice low and sultry. “I wanted to talk to you about something.”

He stepped closer, his gaze never leaving hers. “Of course, Everly. What's on your mind?”

Even with him saying her name made her heart skip a beat, and her pussy moisten. She made the best ‘fuck me’ eyes she could muster, pouting slightly, making her lips appear for full.

“You see, sir.” She said. “Sex Ed is coming up soon, and I have a problem.”

He blinked nervously, he was obviously now thinking of sex, and probably Everly along with it.

“Erm, what’s the problem? And how can I help” He said, keeping his composure.

“Well.” She brought a slender finger to her lips and looked off to nowhere in particular, giving off an airhead persona. “I need some help putting a condom on. I’ve not had much experience.” She lied. “And I was hoping you could help.”

“How so?” He stared at her full figure, taking in the details of her legs, hips, and bosom, along with her pretty face.

“I don’t want to embarrass myself in front of everyone, so I was hoping you could be my subject, to put a condom on.”

He looked at her surprisingly, not expecting Everly to ask him that.

“What do you mean by subject?” He asked, but secretly knowing the answer.

Everly reached into her bag and pulled out a condom, still in its wrapper.

“What I mean is, I need your hard cock, so I can practice putting this on it.” Everly purred.

Mr Richards stared at the blue foil wrapper that contained the condom. His heart beat came in fast, and the large bulge in his pants grew.