School’s In

Excluding Veronica, Cara, Claire’s sister, and Alaina, all pictured female characters up to this point are under Seth’s sway.

You slid your hand into Bethany’s as you walked into the building. You pulled the busty blond in for a lusty kiss, and whispered in her ear: “Write my name on Cara’s arm in Sharpie”. She nodded eagerly, and bounced off. Suddenly, another busty blond hooked her arm through yours and pulled you down the hall. You grinned at your ‘kidnapper’.

“Hey, Logan.” you grinned. She beamed and kissed you heatedly, and your fingers brushed her tramp stamp thoughtfully done by Claire. Except it said your name in bold letters. You dipped the cheerleader low as the kiss grew more and more heated, until finally, the quarterback coughed pointedly. You glanced at him. Logan looked pissed at him, but you simply grabbed a handful of her incredible butt, and gave the QB a patronizing smirk.

“Ah, sorry. It’s just your girlfriend belongs to me, you see.” you grinned. The burly guy sneered, and you gave Logan one last possessive kiss before you made to move away, but she grabbed you by the hand.

“Don’t let that spoil-sport ruin the moment. I want you to meet my friends.” Logan beamed at you. You flashed a confident grin at the football player as his girlfriend whisked you away.

———

Ten minutes later, you were hanging out in the courtyard with Logan and three other girls.

First was Annabelle Prickett, a good ol’ southern girl with a sexy, sexy accent and a wicked streak.

Second was Charlotte Reynolds, a beautiful blond who exuded innocence. Those were always the most fun.

The last one was Mary North, the resident slut, it seemed.

“You know, this is a hell of a lot more fun than math.” you chuckled, and Logan cooed and leaned down to kiss you from her spot in your lap, stroking your rock hard cock.

“Hell yeah it is.” Mary grinned. I found her name ironic, because the school slut was named after a biblical woman of purity. Definitely not the Virgin Mary over here. She was cuddled up beside me and Logan, and I gave her a nibble on the ear, and she groaned in pleasure.

“That’s hot.” Logan purred.

“Indeed it is.” Annabelle grinned, and her country twang made my cock throb. Logan laughed.

“Hey, Annie. He likes your accent.” Logan winked. Annabelle’s eyebrows lifted and she sauntered forwards. Logan slid off your lap to allow her friend access. Annabelle’s nipples were hard and proud as she slid into your lap, grabbed my face, and kissed me. It was a sensual kiss, and you grabbed Annabelle’s ass, and she leaned back slightly to whisper in your ear.

“Mmm, you like my accent, huh?” she cooed, and you grunted.

“Yes, ma’am.” you winked. She giggled and pulled your head into her bust. You snuck your tongue down the collar of her shirt, but you couldn’t reach her tits. Shame. Mary grabbed your right hand and placed it on her own breast, and you groaned into Annabelle’s tits. Then, you felt soft hands on your left hand. Your eyes flicked over to see Charlotte, smiling shyly at you. Logan was beside her, the sexy devil on her shoulder. Blushing madly, Charlotte placed your hand on her smaller breasts, and she moaned in pleasure. Logan pulled a Sharpie from your pocket and went around and wrote your name on each girl. Charlotte’s was across her collarbone, Mary’s was on her back, and Annabelle’s was on her perky ass.

———

Your groping and kissing session over, you stumbled into class and dropped into a seat beside Cara, who proudly showed off your name running down her forearm. She slid over into your lap, and you groped her perky tits with eagerness as the health teacher walked in. Cara yelped as your dick rapidly hardened between her thighs.

“Hello, there.” you muttered to yourself. She sauntered around confidently, and all the boys’ eyes followed her. The girls’ eyes stared jealously instead of lustfully.

“I am Mrs. Swann.” she said flatly.

You nudged Cara back to her seat, and the sexy health teacher approached your desk.

“Was that a display of sexual intent?” she asked you icily. Cara held up her arm. The teacher froze, then turned to you.

“I am so sorry! I didn’t know you owned her, please forgive me.” the teacher begged. You grinned.

“What about dinner?” you suggested innocently.

“With a student? Well, I did insult you. Sounds wonderful. Pick me up at 7?” she asked cautiously. You nodded, and your eyes followed her as she began her lesson.