Sarah's Homeroom

"SARAH NAVIENT!" The teacher calls as you walk through the door, making sure to seem more sober as you enter than your friend just did.

"Oh, uh, Here!" You call out as you sneak into the room, realizing he was calling your name for roll just as you entered.

"Hmph. About time." Your homeroom teacher huffs, frustrated that he had been calling your name out several times before you walked in. "You're late... Getting a donation, I presume?"

He swipes a glob of cum that Heather missed from your cheek with his finger and pushes it between your lips. You quickly gulp it down and begin instinctively sucking on his finger like he just put his cock in your mouth, and you really wish he would. You weren't expecting such a hot teacher for homeroom; moaning deeply as you imagine yourself deepthroating him.

"Please take your seat, Miss Navient." He commands, abruptly sliding his finger out of your mouth and using it to point to an empty chair in the middle of the room, a long string of your saliva still connecting it to your lips. You stare at him confused for a second, your cloudy brain making you think you were actually blowing him and trying to figure out how to make your dream come true. He slaps your ass to hurry you along and you moan as you begin finally walking towards your seat, trying to look normal.

You take your spot between two other boys as your teacher finishes calling roll now that you've settled in, but you can't stop thinking about sucking him off. You slowly slide your hand between your legs and begin trying to discretely masturbate while staring dreamily at him, uncontrollably horny from drinking so much piss.

The teacher introduces himself as 'Mr. Richards', which you immediately forget as you begin calling him 'Mr. Dick' in your head, stroking your clit faster. He notices your masturbation as he begins telling you all the boring new rules at school, like minimum amount of skin that girls need to show, maximum skirt length, and what constitutes sexual ****; which is more about girls using too much teeth or biting when someone starts fucking her throat. It's not against the rules to masturbate in class, for girls or guys, as evidenced by the boys next to you unzipping their pants as they watch you.

Mr. Dick looks right at you as he begins lecturing about the crackdown on piss drinking this year, with cameras and monitors watching the bathrooms and making sure no girls sneak into the men's room, much like kids used to smoke in there in the past, and checking ladies water bottles to make sure they are free of urine. You're barely aware enough to be relieved to finish your friend's gifts this morning, but you take your hot teacher's staring as a reason to masturbate harder, thinking he's enjoying the show rather than suspecting you of being drunk.

You lift one leg over your desk to give him and all the other boys a better look at your pussy as you begin to thrust your other hand inside, craving their attention; and more importantly their cocks. Your depraved display proves too much for the boy jerking off next to you, he stands up and pulls your head down by the hair, finishing himself off directly into your mouth from a few inches away, not daring to give you a facial in front of the teacher after he just finished discouraging facials and other wasted doses.

"I appreciate your enthusiasm for my lecture and wanting to demonstrate how to aim, but please raise your hand and ask before giving your classmate a donation..." He scolds, more upset about the disruption than him suddenly filling your mouth with jizz without warning.

"Sorry, Mr. Richards..." The boy says apologetically, oozing the last of his load onto your tongue even as you lap it up hungrily. You carefully lick off what got on his hand and suck the tip while he squeezes the last drop out of his urethra. You savor the taste of the cum in your mouth rather than swallowing, continuing to masturbate as Mr. Dick tries to finish explaining the rules.

"Can I give Sarah a donation?" The boy on the other side of your desk asks while raising his hand, not waiting for the teacher to call on him since he's so close to orgasm.

"I don't know... CAN you give her a donation?" Mr. Dick asks him, his voice dripping with snark.

"Guh... uh... MAY I give Sarah a donation?" The edging boy corrects himself, barely holding on.

The teacher nods with a sign and you are yanked by the hair to crotch level once again, but this time your cumming classmate puts both hands on your head and forces his cock down your throat in one thrust, pushing the previous donator's load down your esophagus as he immediately starts adding his own the moment your face impacts his pelvis with a jarring impact. You begin nearly drowning in thick cum as he continues to jerk himself off with your head, orgasming yourself every time he crushes your nose harder.

As the boy finishes draining his balls into your belly, practically fighting you to pull out of your throat, Mr. Dick tries to finish reading out the final new rule, but the bell suddenly rings out, signifying the end of homeroom. Several of the students jerking off while watching you masturbate and get throat fucked immediately bolt out of the room without waiting to be dismissed, eager to fuck some girl during the short time between classes, now that you've turned them on.

"Miss Navient, if you could stay after class a moment..." The teacher says with a threatening growl that makes your pussy quiver as you finally let the spent cock slide out of your throat. You can't tell if you've succeeded in convincing him to want to fuck you or if you've been caught being drunk, but you hope he punishes you hard if it's the latter.

You swallow, both because you are nervous and to flush the remaining medicine into your stomach, as you walk to the front of the room.