Intermediate Fetish Studies

As the school bus careened down the winding road, its occupants were engaged in a veritable smorgasbord of lewd acts. In the back seat, a brawny boy hammered away at a petite girl, her tiny frame shaking with each forceful thrust. Their rhythmic grunts and gasps echoed through the vehicle, muffled only slightly by the din of other students engaged in similar pursuits. Meanwhile, across the aisle, two identical twins locked lips passionately as they rubbed their swollen pussies together through their uniform skirts. The bus driver seemed oblivious to the debauchery unfolding before him, focused solely on navigating the winding roads leading to Arcton Academy.

In the front of the bus, Mark sat near the window, his face buried in a textbook as he tried to appear studious. However, his sister Chloe lay sprawled across his lap, fast asleep, her mouth wrapped around his partially stiff cock. She wore the obligatory schoolgirl uniform, though hers had been modified to reveal more flesh than most. Her skirt was hiked up to her waist, showing off her plump little ass cheeks and shaved snatch, while her blouse gaped open to expose a pair of perky tits adorned with hard pink nipples. One nipple peeked out from between her fingers as she slept, brushing against the page of her brother's book.

Mark was no stranger to the sights and sounds of carnal excess that filled the bus. He had grown up in Arcton Point, where such behavior is commonplace. His parents had enrolled him and Chloe at Arcton Academy, hoping they would find their roles among the community's ranks of horny deviants. As the eldest child, he felt a certain responsibility to protect and guide her through these formative years. He couldn't help but feel pride in the knowledge that she would graduate as a total slut, embracing her carnal nature completely.

At the age of eighteen, Chloe's youthful looks didn't entirely reveal the fact that she was well on her way to becoming the ultimate fucktoy. Her tight little body squirmed restlessly against Mark's thigh, her mouth working his cock with practiced ease. He could feel her wet heat on his leg, evidence of her arousal. He knew she would awaken soon, eager for more than just a quick blowjob from her big brother. But for now, he enjoyed the peace and quiet, savoring the sensation of her warm breath on his cock and the gentle suction of her lips.

As they approached the gates of Arcton Academy, the bus driver announced their arrival over the intercom. The passengers stirred, groaning reluctantly as they gathered their clothes and adjusted their uniforms. Chloe lifted her head from Mark's crotch, her eyes fluttering open with a lazy smile. "Morning, big bro," she purred, licking her lips and giving his dick a playful squeeze before dismounting and getting off the bus.

Mark closed his book, slipping it into his bag as he stood up. He stretched, feeling the familiar ache in his muscles from the long ride. This was their first day back since winter break, and he couldn't wait to get started on another year of nonstop debauchery. They filed off the bus alongside their classmates, all of them dressed in variations of the traditional school uniform—skimpy skirts, low-cut blouses, and knee-high socks that left little to the imagination. The girls' nipples poked through the fabric, defying the cool morning air as they made their way onto campus.

"See you later, big bro," she called over her shoulder, before disappearing into the throng of students. Mark watched her go, his cock still hard and aching for release. This was going to be a great semester indeed.

Mark, a sophomore at Arcton Academy, made his way through the bustling hallways, eager for another semester of unrestrained sexual exploration. As he scanned his schedule, he couldn't help but let out a low whistle at the selection of classes he'd drawn. Advanced Fetish 201 was sure to be an interesting experience. Grinning widely, he headed towards his classroom, weaving through the crowds of students engrossed in various lewd activities.

The halls were teeming with debauchery. Girls of all levels knelt in circles, taking turns servicing one another while boys stood idly by, their cocks throbbing with anticipation. In another corner, a teacher was spanking a naked student across her plump ass, her moans echoing throughout the hallway. Everywhere he looked, there were writhing bodies and hungry mouths seeking release. Even the walls themselves seemed to pulsate with erotic energy, adorned as they were with explicit paintings depicting every imaginable sexual act.

Approaching his own classroom, Mark noticed several sophomores loitering outside, their uniforms in disarray and their faces flushed with excitement. It was clear they'd been busy preparing for their advanced fetish course. One of them gave him a wink and a nod, her tongue darting out to wet her lips suggestively. He couldn't help but return the gesture, his heart racing in anticipation.

Upon entering the room, Mark found it empty save for a large wooden desk at the front and multiple rows of metal bondage frames lining the walls. A small placard above them read "Advanced Fetish 201: BDSM & **** Pleasure Techniques". His professor wasn't there yet, so he took a seat in the front row, trying not to stand out too much. Glancing at his phone, he realized there were still a few minutes until class started. Resisting the urge to jerk off, he decided to observe his classmates instead.

As more students arrived, they began to engage in various lewd displays around the room. A group of girls knelt on the floor, their fingers buried between each other's cunts as they performed sloppy blowjobs in a row. Another pair was already locked in a passionate embrace, their tongues tangled and teeth clashing as they grinded their hips together. Across the room, a boy was being bound spread-eagle to one of the bondage frames while two girls prepared to take turns fucking him senseless.

Just then, the door swung open, and their professor walked in. Professor Amber was a striking woman in her mid-thirties, with a body honed by years of sexual experimentation. Tall and statuesque, she exuded confidence and dominance. Her uniform revealed ample cleavage and hugged her curves tightly, emphasizing her hourglass figure. She had long black hair that cascaded down her back like a waterfall of ink, framing her porcelain-white skin. A wicked grin played on her lips as she surveyed the classroom full of eager students.

Professor Amber clapped her hands once, silencing the room instantly. "Well, well, well," she purred, "Looks like everyone's ready for some fun." She sauntered over to Mark, her hips swaying enticingly. "And how are we doing today, dear?" she asked, running a finger along his lips. "Still struggling with those pesky little fetishes?"

Mark blushed, feeling his cock twitch beneath his uniform. "I... I guess so, Professor." He shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "I barely passed ‘Intro to Fetishes’ last term."

Professor Amber smiled warmly, her eyes drifting down to his crotch. "I think we can work on that," she said softly, her voice laced with promise. "Now, let's get started. Class, gather 'round."

With a snap of her fingers, the room fell silent. Students ceased their activities and slowly filed into a circle around the desk. Their eyes were heavy-lidded with desire, their uniforms in disarray. Mark could see the sweat glistening on their bodies, evidence of their recent exploits.

"Today," Professor Amber began, her voice commanding attention, "we're going to explore some new territories. Some of you might be experts in your chosen fields, but remember, a well-rounded student should have multiple kinks." She leaned forward, her breasts nearly spilling out of her top. "You never know when you might need to surprise someone in bed."

The class murmured in agreement, their voices thick with lust. Mark swallowed nervously, knowing that he was about to reveal something deeply personal. "My only fetish is ****," he confessed, his face burning red. "I'm really good at it."

Professor Amber laughed, a seductive sound that sent shivers down Mark's spine. "That's a great start," she replied, her hand gliding up his thigh. "But you'll find that here at Arcton Academy, we celebrate all sorts of perversions. Let me show you what I mean."

With that, she grabbed his hand and led him to the center of the circle. Before he knew it, they were surrounded by naked bodies, eager for their turn at pleasure. Professor Amber pulled him close, her lips locking onto his in a fierce kiss. Her tongue delved deep into his mouth, tasting him thoroughly.

With a sultry smile, their teacher broke the steamy kiss and stepped back to admire Mark. "Look at you," she purred, her gaze roaming over his body. "You have potential." With a flourish of her hand, she dismissed the students, instructing them to get started on their assignments. As they dispersed, she singled out Mark. "You, my dear, have much left to learn." Her eyes sparkled with desire as she winked at him.

Mark felt his heart race as he watched his classmates discuss pairings, eager to indulge in their newfound desires. He knew he would have to push himself beyond his comfort zone if he wanted to keep up with these horny deviants. But with Professor Amber guiding him, he felt confident that he could become the ultimate pervert—not just in ****, but in all forms of carnal knowledge.

Professor Amber addressed the class once more. "Alright, class," she purred, "let's see what you've got." With a snap of her fingers, the room erupted into chaos. Panting students coupled off immediately, their hands roaming each other's bodies with practiced ease. Some knelt before their partners, begging for release; others straddled tables and chairs, offering themselves up for the taking.

Watching from the sidelines, Mark could feel his cock twitching in anticipation. He wanted nothing more than to join in, but he knew Professor Amber had other plans for him. As the class descended into a cacophony of moans and gasps, she pulled him aside and whispered in his ear. "You're going to be my special project this semester," she said, her hot breath sending shivers down his spine. "It's time you developed some new kinks."

Before he could protest, she grabbed his hand and led him into a different corner of the classroom. It has various props scattered about; whips, chains, and even a St. Andrew's cross. "We'll start with some basic BDSM techniques," she explained, selecting a flogger from a nearby table. "This will help you become more comfortable with power dynamics."

Surveying her students, the Professor's eyes landed on a particularly adorable blonde. A mischievous grin spread across her face as she summoned the young woman to her side. "Ah, yes, come here," she cooed, running her fingers through the girl's long hair. "I believe I have just the task for you today."

A petite girl named Sasha eagerly stepped forward, her uniform already askew and her nipples erect. "Yes, Professor Amber?" she asked breathlessly. "What would you like me to do?"

Professor Amber smiled, running a finger down Sasha's blouse. "Why don't you show Mark here how obedient you can be?" She motioned towards Mark, who felt his stomach drop. This was really happening.

Sasha grinned widely, her tongue darting out to wet her bottom lip. "Of course, Mistress." She eagerly stripped and lay down on the nearest table, spreading her legs invitingly. "Do with me as you wish."

Mark hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to proceed. But Professor Amber's guidance was steady and reassuring. She showed him how to bind Sasha's wrists and ankles with leather restraints, ensuring she wouldn't move without permission. Once she was secured, Mark stood behind her, the flogger trembling slightly in his hand. "Remember," Professor Amber whispered in his ear, "start slow and build up intensity."

He raised the flogger, taking a deep breath before bringing it down across Sasha's ass cheeks. The sound of the leather on flesh echoed through the room, followed by a soft yelp from Sasha. Mark couldn't believe how good it felt to inflict pain—and how much he craved more. With each swing, his cock grew harder, threatening to burst from his pants.

Professor Amber watched closely, nodding her approval. "Good job," she praised him, her eyes filled with pride. "Now, try hitting her pussy."

Mark did as he was told, aiming for the small patch of bare skin between Sasha's legs. The sting of the flogger against her sensitive folds made her cry out in pleasure, her hips bucking involuntarily. He struck again and again, relishing in the power he held over her. Soon enough, welts formed down her back, mingling with sweat and arousal.

"That's it," Professor Amber encouraged him, "give her what she needs." She knelt beside them, her fingers tracing circles around Mark's cock through his uniform. "Let go of your inhibitions and embrace your new role as a dominant."

As he continued to whip Sasha, Mark felt himself losing control. His mind was filled with images of Chloe bound and helpless under his command, begging for him to take her. The thought alone sent waves of pleasure coursing through his body, causing him to groan aloud. He knew now that there was no turning back—he was well on his way to becoming the ultimate pervert.

Professor Amber watched intently as Mark lost himself in the sensation of power, her fingers still working his cock. "That's enough for now," she said finally, her voice low and husky. "You've done well."

Mark looked up at her, panting heavily. His entire body was trembling with desire. "Thank you, Professor." He hesitated for a moment, wondering what came next.

"Well, what do you want to do?" Professor Amber asked teasingly. "Continue with this, or try something new?"

Mark considered his options. There was something thrilling about being in control, but he also wanted to expand his horizons. "Something new," he decided, his voice barely audible above the din of the classroom.

Professor Amber smiled widely, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Excellent choice." She untied Sasha and helped her to her feet, then turned to Mark. "Why don't you lie down over that table?" she purred, gesturing towards a nearby piece of furniture. "And make sure you give me a nice view."

Blushing crimson, Mark complied, positioning himself so that his ass was high in the air and his cock pointed towards the ceiling. He waited anxiously as Professor Amber circled him, her cool hands trailing across his skin. Finally, she stopped behind him and wrapped her lips around his cock, sucking him deep into her mouth.

Her expertise was evident as she bobbed her head up and down his length, her teeth scraping gently against his sensitive flesh. It wasn't long before Mark felt his orgasm building, his body tense in anticipation. He tried to hold on, wanting to please his teacher, but the feeling was too intense. With a loud groan, he came in her mouth, his cum shooting down her throat as she worked him over.

Pulling away, Professor Amber winked at him. "You need to be relieved for the next lesson," she said, her voice laced with approval. "Now let's get back to work."

Professor Amber chuckled darkly, her eyes fixed on Mark's spent cock. "Now that you're ready," she began, "it's time for our next lesson." She paused dramatically, leaning in close. "Watersports."

At the mention of the taboo act, Sasha's eyes lit up with excitement. She promptly knelt in front of Mark, her face inches from his crotch. "I've always loved that one, Professor," she murmured, wrapping her lips around his balls.

"I can tell," Professor Amber replied, her voice full of appreciation. "And I think you're going to have some very good grades this term, Sasha." She gave the girl a pat on the head before turning back to Mark. "Go ahead, sweetie, let her have it."

Mark hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to proceed. He'd never been one for urination play, but he trusted Professor Amber's guidance. Gritting his teeth, he focused on the task at hand and began to piss onto Sasha's face. At first, it was a weak stream, but as he became more comfortable, he let loose, feeling the warmth splash against her skin.

Sasha lapped at his cock greedily, drinking every drop of his piss. Her tongue darted out to catch any that missed its target, her eyes locked on his the whole time. When he was finally finished, she licked her lips, a satisfied smile playing on her face. "That was amazing, Mark," she breathed, her voice thick with arousal. "You taste so good."

Professor Amber applauded them both, her eyes glinting with pride. "See? You're learning quickly." She turned to the rest of the class, who were watching avidly. "Class, take notes—this is how it's done."

Professor Amber crouched beside Mark, her hand resting on his thigh. "How does it feel?" she asked casually, as though they weren't surrounded by debauchery. "Powerful, isn't it?"

Mark nodded mutely, his eyes locked on Sasha, who was busy licking her lips clean. They treated her like trash, using her body for their own pleasure without any concern for her feelings. It only served to heighten the experience.

With a final pat on his leg, Professor Amber moved on to her next lesson. "Alright, Mark," she called out, "our last stop today is exhibitionism." She gestured towards a large window facing the campus green. "Mark, you stand right there," she commanded, indicating a spot directly in front of it. "And Sasha, shove fingers down your cunt but you stay where you are."

Turning to Mark, she commanded, "Stroke your cock until you cum."

Mark did as he was told, standing tall and proud as he faced the camera that would broadcast his performance to the rest of the school. His heart raced in his chest as he pulled out his cock, stroking it slowly in front of the lens. Meanwhile, Sasha remained on her knees, watching with hungry eyes as she awaited her turn.

"Oh yeah," Mark moaned, his hips thrusting forward as he pleasured himself. Knowing the assignment, he says, "Look at me, everyone!" The students outside cheered him on, their voices echoing through the open window. He could feel himself getting closer, his balls tightening in preparation for release. Just as he was about to cum, Professor Amber stepped aside, giving Sasha a meaningful look.

The blonde girl moved closer obediently, opening her mouth wide as Mark shot his load straight into it. She swallowed every drop without flinching, her eyes never leaving his. As she licked her lips clean, Mark realized that she had become little more than an object to his lessons—a tool for his pleasure.

Mark smirked confidently at Professor Amber. "I'm well-versed in exhibitionism, growing up in Arcton Point and all," he quipped, stroking his cock harder. "But I appreciate the chance to flex my skills."

Professor Amber laughed, her eyes flickering with approval. "Of course, darling," she purred, stepping closer to plant a tiny kiss on his cockhead. "That's exactly what we're here for."

As he continued to jerk off furiously, Mark couldn't help but wonder what other kinks lay in store for him this semester. But he trusted Professor Amber to guide him down the path of debauchery, and he was eager to embrace it fully. He knew that if he played his cards right, he might even graduate with multiple partners vying for his attention.

Finally, his third orgasm hit him like a tidal wave, his cock spurting cum across the room. Sasha caught most of it in her mouth, but some landed on Professor Amber's boobs, causing her to giggle delightedly. "Very good, Mark," she praised him, her voice thick with arousal. "For next week, I need you to write a 2,000-word essay on how these three kinks have expanded your sexual horizons?"

Before Mark could protest the homework assignment, he thought better of it. After all, he was still adjusting to sophomore life. Besides, he knew he could easily find willing participants for his research. Instead, he offered Professor Amber a grateful smile. "Yes, ma'am," he said softly, his voice filled with gratitude.

She waved him off, already moving on to the rest of the class. "Remember," she called out, her voice commanding attention, "form is everything. Don't be afraid to push yourselves further." With that, she disappeared into the crowd of horny students, offering guidance and instruction as they explored their chosen fetishes.

Having reached his climax three times in rapid succession, Mark slumped down against the table, panting heavily. He took in the details of his study partner—Sasha—for the first time since they'd met. Her cum covered tits were perky and youthful, with nipples that stood at attention despite their previous activities. Between her legs, her pussy was shaved smooth, glistening her own juices. He found himself oddly captivated by her body, marveling at its resilience and eagerness to please.

"Thank you, Sasha," he managed to croak out between breaths. "I really appreciate your help."

Sasha smiled up at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "No problem, I enjoyed every minute of it, I should be thanking you, master," she replied, using the familiar term affectionately. "What was your favorite thing we did today?"

Mark chuckled, running a hand through his sweat-dampened hair. "I actually liked pissing on you best," he admitted, a blush creeping up his neck. "I wasn't really into the spanking thing."

Sasha shrugged nonchalantly, her fingers idly tracing her welts. "To each their own," she replied. "Anyway, I wanted to ask... would you mind if I put your dick inside me?" Her tone was casual, almost bored, but there was a hint of eagerness in her eyes.

Mark looked at her warily, wondering if she was serious. She’s already taken multiple loads. But considering all they'd been through together, it didn't seem like such a bad idea. And since she'd been such a big help today... "Well, I am kind of tired," he started, "but sure, why not?"

Sasha grinned widely, crawling over to him on all fours. She positioned herself carefully before taking his cock in her cunt. Then, with a swift motion, she impaled herself on his shaft, her tightness sending shockwaves of pleasure through him. They continued to chat as they fucked, their conversation punctuated by moans and gasps of pleasure.

"So," Sasha panted between thrusts, her breasts bouncing enticingly with each movement, "what other kinks are you hoping to try this semester?"

Mark groaned, his hands finding purchase on her hips. "I've always been curious about voyeurism, that can be interesting" he confessed, "and maybe some light bondage too."

"Ooh, I love those," Sasha agreed, her nails digging into his skin. "Maybe we can team up some time and explore them together." She leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear. "I hear there's a secret room in the library where people go to watch others fuck."

Mark shivered at the thought. "Really? That sounds amazing." He picked up the pace, driving deeper into her with each stroke. "And what about you? Any fantasies you want to share?"

Sasha moaned loudly, arching her back as Mark hit just the right spot. "Oh, you know..." she whispered teasingly, her free hand slipping between their bodies to rub her clit. "I've always wanted to try being dominated by an older woman. Someone who knows how to take control."

Mark chuckled darkly, his hips bucking forcefully against hers. "Well, you've come to the right place," he growled, pulling her hair gently. "I think the Professor would be more than happy to oblige." He drove into her harder, their combined moans filling the air around them.

Professor Amber lay on a pile of discarded uniforms, her plump ass high in the air. Two students—a boy and a girl—took turns penetrating her from behind while she moaned loudly. Her breasts bounced with every thrust as she called out their names, urging them on.

Watching her professor, Sasha giggled, her nails scratching lightly against his chest. "Do you think she'll make me her Teacher's Pet?" she asked breathlessly.

Mark glanced around, considering his answer. The class was full of beautiful women, all eager to please and push their boundaries. Still, something about Sasha seemed special. "I don't see anyone around here who could fit the role better," he finally replied. "In fact, I think you got a great shot to be a Teacher's Pet."

Sasha's cheeks flushed crimson with excitement upon hearing that.

With a final thrust, they both cried out in unison as their orgasms crashed over them. The bell rang shortly afterward, signaling the end of class. Reluctantly, Mark pulled out and allowed himself to catch his breath.

Professor Amber stepped forward once more, her presence commanding attention. "Class dismissed," she announced with a smile. "Great work today, everyone. Remember, tomorrow we get to play with some Latex and PVC. Get ready for some fun!"

As the class dispersed, Mark and Sasha shared a lingering kiss before parting ways. Their lips stuck together from saliva and cum, they exchanged knowing smiles before going their separate ways.

"See you around, Sasha," Mark murmured, giving her one last pat on the ass.

"Can't wait," she purred, her cunt still dripping with his seed. "Good luck with your essay!"

As Mark left the classroom, he couldn't help but glance back at Sasha and the Professor locked in a passionate embrace. Their tongues danced erotically, and their hands roamed each other's bodies freely. He shook his head in amazement, wondering when he'd be given such an opportunity. But for now, he has somewhere else he needs to be.