Second period

Despite being moved to the AV room, 2nd period wasn't much of anything special. We filed in and took our seats, with nothing to do but socialize idly among ourselves as we waited for class to start.

Eventually, the lights dimmed and signalled the teacher's entrance. It was Oora-sensei, our homeroom tutor, who also doubled as our science teacher. She addressed us in a quick and hushed voice as she turned the projector on, fidgeting with her back to us in her cardigan and pencil skirt.

"I have somewhere to be for this period, unfortunately, so I'll have to leave you with this. Behave, now - I'll know if any of you don't."

With that, she set a documentary to play and left without a word.

...And that was it. In no time at all, 2nd period ended, and we shuffled back out.

"I got track! See ya!" Natsuru bounded off in the opposite direction, freed by her training session while the rest of us made our way back to the classroom.

From the third floor windows, I caught a glimpse of a man I didn't recognize standing in the courtyard with Oora-sensei, but I didn't pay him any mind as I went in for 3rd period...

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Despite being moved to the AV room, 2nd period wasn't much of anything special. We filed in and took our seats, with nothing to do but socialize idly among ourselves as we waited for class to start. Nagi was off to the side with her arms folded, exuding an atmosphere that told us she wanted to be left alone, the image of a grumpy delinquent who had been thickly bukkaked in front of the class and had her pussy vividly gaped open for all to see by her makeshift dildo of a pencil case. I got lost for a second staring at her, but I quickly shook myself off - your mind tended to wander when it was just another day...

Eventually, the lights dimmed and signalled the teacher's entrance. It was Oora-sensei, our homeroom tutor, who also doubled as our science teacher. She addressed us in a quick and hushed voice as she turned the projector on, fidgeting with her back to us in her cardigan and bare ass, her pencil skirt having been torn off earlier when a stranger decided to reveal she got aroused by going commando, exposing her naked pussy on school grounds. Wasn't she married...? Wait, she said it was her husband who made her do it... whatever, not my business.

"I have somewhere to be for this period, unfortunately, so I'll have to leave you with this. Behave, now - I'll know if any of you don't."

With that, she set a documentary to play and left without a word.

...Very quickly, the man I didn't recognize stormed in dragging an **** Oora-sensei in tow, face covered in a rag.

"Hey! So I decided to catch some fresh air yesterday out in the courtyard, and I found some teacher bunking this period to fuck one of her students instead!"

He turned on the lights, slung Oora-sensei on the floor, and paused the dcoumentary. "So this morning - well, I guess it was this morning yesterday too, haha! - I saw your exhibitionist homeroom teach again and realized it was her. Anyway."

Without further ado, he picked up the rag from Oora-sensei's face and looked around. "I took the liberty of chloroforming her! If she's going to defile school grounds, she'd better pay the price! But no having sex with her - that'd just be carrying out her crime for her."

From behind himself, he whipped out a handful of needleless syringes and pipettes and a speculum clearly swiped from the nurse's storeroom. "This is science, right? Here's your experiment - pick up some cum in these and inject it straight into her womb. I bet her husband's gonna be shocked when she starts swelling up with some random schoolboy's baby. Anyone who does this automatically passes their midterms! Go!"

One of the boys put up his hand. "Where are we going to get, um, c-... you-know-what from?"

Looking up with an expression of faux-irritation, the man roughly slid the speculum into Oora-sensei's naked cunt, then cranked it open until you could see all the way to the back just like Nagi, except while Nagi's baby sack was trapped behind a plastic shell, our teacher's cervix was exposed to the open air, lightly squishing open and shut, like it understood the man wanted everyone to inject semen straight into it and would gladly comply.

"You've got a walking delinquent cumrag sitting right there! And she left a mess of cum on the floor the entire way here! I don't even give a shit if you cum on your own table or on your **** teach's face and pipe it straight off, she deserves a baby none of you will take responsibility for!"

With that, we all set to work on our class project. Plenty swarmed Nagi to pipe the mess of boys' cum off her, a patchy cleanup act throughout which she sat still, her ignoring classwork ironically making it a lot more convenient. Some headed into the hallway as the naked man hinted and took splotches of cum from the corridor floor, while others still jacked off freshly onto desks, chairs, and Oora-sensei's comatose body. Soon enough, people were holding their unsanitary injections of cum, exposed to dust and grime, and taking turns to press it deep into our homeroom teacher's pussy where her reproductive chamber sat exposed, greedily engulfing the tip of every implement through its cervix and securely into its womb, in order to gulp up each precious serving of sperm. The fact each artificial load was clearly unsterile didn't seem to matter to Oora-sensei's cunt at all, crumbs of food and dirt only adding to the degrading feast it got to enjoy while its owner was knocked out cold, unable to override the consent her fuckmeat autonomously, implicitly gave.

For my part, I opened my bag, still goopy inside with the cum the stranger had filled it with this morning. By now, it had begun to dry, but it was still sufficiently viscous that my pipette managed to suck up some thick strands of his jizz without much trouble. Classes sure did get simpler as you approached graduation...

I took my place in the line, patiently shuffling along, occasionally twirling my jizz-matted hair and watching as the fluids the man had fouled me with this morning had crusted up, gluing strands together. Once it came to my turn, I dutifully pushed the pipette down Oora-sensei's sleeping vagina, where her uterus glistened and accepted my offering of a stranger's genetic material. As I squeezed the head to artificially inseminate my perverted homeroom teacher, it struck me that it was kind of like I was getting her pregnant. Pregnant with the surrogate cum of a man who'd sexually harrassed me at home this morning, but...

I got so lost in thought that the slight excess of pressure I applied slipped the pipette deep past the entrance of her womb. Her cervical ring took it in the rest of the way of its own accord, so slick with lubrication that it simply disappeared inside her with a wet *pop*...

"My syringe fell inside," I muttered, stooped over Oora-sensei's crotch.

"Inside?" the man's voice responded. "Whatever, if her womb wants to be a dump that badly, that thing can swim in her sea of student cum as a memento. Keep moving!"

Shrugging, I moved back to my seat.

"Uh, substitute teach?" It was the nervous boy from earlier again, who'd taken his turn right after mine. "I... I'm a little unsure about this after all, so I filled mine with glue instead. It's white, and goopy, and... I don't want it to be my baby, really..."

"Huh?" The man looked up from the computer, having been browsing the internet the entire time. "What? I don't really care, but you know the married slut has dirty sperm from a dozen fathers swimming in there by now? Hell, her womb just swallowed Akiko's dropper whole, that's how bad it wants semen inside it."

"I know, just..."

"Whatever, I don't care! Fill her womb with random supplies, make it a literal dump. It'll be fine tomorrow, anyway. I don't think these timelines carry on after the day resets, and even if they do, it's not my problem. Your beloved Oora-sensei, walking around embarrassed at school while her belly carries around all that stupid junk, stuck inside her perverted balloon of an exhibitionist's baby-making chamber? If she's exposing it, she should be ready for people to put whatever they want in it! Picturing that is actually getting me even more excited, haha!"

...And that was it. In no time at all, 2nd period ended, and we shuffled back out, leaving Oora-sensei still knocked out on the floor but just barely beginning to stir, a leg twitching and a low groan escaping every now and then, her womb fully packed with the raw cum both fresh and stale from all her male students' balls, as well as some from the strange man who'd volunteered our homeroom teacher's body to knock up like she was a biology experiment, plus whatever miscellanies people had accidentally or purposely seen fit to put inside her like her womb was a worthless wastebin.

"I got track! See ya!" Natsuru bounded off in the opposite direction, freed by her training session while the rest of us made our way back to the classroom.

As I did, the man followed after Natsuru, but I paid him no mind as I went in for 3rd period...

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Despite being moved to the AV room, 2nd period wasn't much of anything special. We filed in and took our seats, with nothing to do but socialize idly among ourselves as we waited for class to start. Natsuru sat on top of me, crossing her legs over mine to press her live bullet vibrator against both our clits through our underwear as closely as she could, taking seriously our (mostly her) agreement to "vibe with me" this entire period. She squirmed as she did, her spandex clearly doing little to dull the sensations. Eventually, she even began to stiffen and then whimper, wetting my own panties in the process as her spats grew heavy. I sensed my own crotch seizing up and then involuntarily squirting in response to her stifled moans of pleasure, the vibrator still going strong against us and not letting us climb far down from our orgasms at all.

Eventually, the lights dimmed and signalled the teacher's entrance. It was Oora-sensei, our homeroom tutor, who also doubled as our science teacher. She addressed us in a quick and hushed voice as she turned the projector on, fidgeting with her back to us in her cardigan and pencil skirt, accepting that Natsuru was audibly scissoring me in class and causing us both to cum relentlessly. Our shared chair was beginning to drip with our love juices by now.

"I have somewhere to be for this period, unfortunately, so I'll have to leave you with this. Behave, now - I'll know if any of you don't."

With that, she set a documentary to play and left without a word, leaving the naked man stooped by our sides, pulling away our section of the table to get a full view of us having sex with each other. He didn't interrupt the spectacle of Natsuru and I endlessly cumming either, my face growing steadily flushed as I convulsed with involuntary, sporadic waves of girlcum against my own best friend, who had clearly turned off all inhibitions and was allowing herself to slut out completely against me in the middle of class. I supposed I did agree to this, but it was still a little awkward that everyone was in the same room watching a documentary while we were having to climax again and again, Natsuru's tight grip ensuring we wouldn't come apart as our pussies began to ache from the continuous waves of pleasure. I counted myself lucky we weren't naked, at least, that our panties shielded our overstimulated cunts from school society in the darkened AV room. Being told to les out with my casual lesbian sex buddy was fair enough on an ordinary summer day like this, but...

"Thank fuck we're not nude-- mmh! Right, Akiko?" Natsuru gasped, her toned and tanned arms still tight around me, pressing her chest against mine, while we shivered against each other and leaked over a chair someone else would presumably have to sit in next period.

"I hope nobody minds how much... mess... we're making." I was beginning to feel slightly hot from bottom to top for some reason, my brain beginning to lose control of my body at all as it was pounded by surge after surge of fierce stimulation radiating from my clit, Natsuru's sloppy cunt squelching it against me again and again in new and subtle positions to the point I could never truly adjust, my panties now utterly soaked in girlcum and only laying heavier against my fuckhole. As my head began to loll back and my limbs went steadily slack in Natsuru's assured grip, drool even began to escape me, with each wave of pleasure freeing my very vision from conscious control, eyes jolting up a little every time my body spasmed again.

"You're-- making more, Akiko. Silly slut-- c'mon. Calling me-- mmmhh! Out while you throw that... stupid fucked-senseless face everywhere."

"...Quith it... with yhor... duhrty tahlk..." I barely managed to respond, subsconsious need to snap back wading through my body's senses mysteriously gone absolute haywire. I couldn't deny, I probably looked as much a disgrace as my mother did this morning after gleefully accepting her **** by a stranger and being dumped on the kitchen floor, tongue hanging out of her mouth as her saliva that I'd accidentally stepped in pooled on the floorboards. So this is what it was like to be ****... no, well, I did give Natsuru my consent just like she was transparently manipulated into asking me for, that much was fine, so was this ****...? Maybe my mom wasn't **** after all, and being fucked without consent was still just sex, nothing special...?

My thoughts began to fade out after that as I couldn't cohere them any further, each spray of our bladders' love juices against each other seeming to sap more of my energy. I could feel our girlcum soaked heavy into my tights by now, all the way down my limply doll-like legs and into my cum-bathed shoes, where it mingled with a stranger's stinky semen and stale piss from his morning urination inside my sneakers.

...

...And at some point, that was it. In no time at all, 2nd period ended, and I gasped limply as the bullet vibe finally ceased its work, the lack of sensation dosing me back to reality while the rest of the class, not having clocked that Natsuru and I had been scissoring each other and cumming for an entire 45 minutes as class ran, shuffled back out.

Natsuru was the first to return fully to her senses, pulling herself off me and grinning. "See, that wasn't so bad, right? We oughta do this more often, it's fun!"

"How... are you still... so full of..."

"Stamina makes the track ace, Akiko, duh!"

"I introduced you... to the damn team..."

"Aw, let it go! I know you did, I'm thankful, okay? You know I'm thankful, don't you?"

I squeezed my eyes shut to process the moment we were apparently having as her bracing weight disappeared, leaving my legs to sprawl out over the sides of the utterly soiled chair and exposing my shamelessly still-twitching crotch beneath my sex-stained underwear. "You sure don't... act like you... know me sometimes."

"I'm sorry about that, I know. I know." The look on Natsuru's face was complex, accepting yet almost regretful. "I've known. That's my bad. I do love you, y'know, Akiko."

"That's... what do you call it?" Taking deep breaths as I slowly put life into my limbs again and sat back up, I took stock of the current situation. Natsuru looked a little winded but just as perky, the naked man still silently knelt behind her watching us both with a raging erection. I was sat alone with my best friend who'd just sort of confessed to me, and there was... a man's cum all over the floor incongruously decorating the occasion, washed in an audacious pool of salty girl juices. Plenty of it had landed on my shoes.

"Gay as hell?" Natsuru responded to my question, face twisting with a slight, hesitant smile while she picked up her bag.

...How much cum could a pair of shoes take? I sighed. "Gay as hell."

"...Meet you at lunchtime?"

"Yeah, sure, I'll think of an answer then," I murmured. This morning in the corridor when she humped me was weird, but it looked like this day was a little out of the ordinary after all. Natsuru, huh...

"I hear you, lover--"

"Ugh!"

"Haha, sorry! Okay, I got track! See ya!" Natsuru bounded off, freed from next period by her training session, sporting a mural of more unannounced cum over the back of her jersey that could have only been applied while the man had been jacking off over us, using our almost-hour of intimate girl-on-girl pleasure at school as fap material to mark my best friend with his shameless male material.

Whatever. I didn't pay him any mind as I heaved myself up, but with legs still shaky from a string of orgasms that had all but demolished my ability to walk, I ended up kneeling to the floor, having to prop myself up on all fours to catch my breath again.

"May as well stay like that," the stranger who'd nonchalantly defiled me and Natsuru over and over as part of his daily business suggested. "I'm kind of speechless, though. Didn't know I'd like yuri that much."

"Huh?" What was he going on about?

"Nah, nothing. It's almost gonna be a shame to reset this one. Anyway, get walking, go on. No excuses for being late to class."

With that, he strolled out like nothing had happened at all. I slowly followed after him on my arms and legs, still trembling from the afterglow of pleasure, shuffling past the tables of the darkened AV room into the daylight of the corridor, ass up and face down. With my schoolwear ruined from the waist down by girlcum and cock juices, it was back to the classroom for 3rd period...

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2nd period was moved to the AV room, but a stranger hauled me downstairs away from everyone else like it was nothing special. We passed by several other classes in transit as we did, who all had a full view of me dressed at school in nothing but my pantyhose and sports bra. I wondered what they were even going to watch in the AV room...

Eventually, we reached the courtyard, where the man deposited me on a bench and motioned to me to wait, before heading behind a bush and dragging out a boy from his apparent hiding place. I could at least tell he was from another class, given I didn't recognize him at all.

"Hey, kid, you were gonna fuck this girl's homeroom teacher, weren't you?"

"...Oora-sensei's your homeroom teacher?" He asked me.

"Uh. Why does it matter?"

"Who cares," the man interrupted. "I've got an exhibitionist pervert that loves fucking her barely-legal male students to punish, so you occupy yourself with Akiko instead."

He headed back indoors, leaving the two of us alone in the courtyard with little clue of what to do.

Then the man peeked his head back out of the door. "And a porno tape she filmed for me! I can upload that to the internet while I do whatever to her."

"Uhh..." We stared at each other.

Then, one last time, the man opened the door and yelled at us again before leaving. "And I said occupy yourself! She's got a killer dick-sucking instinct, use it! In fact, Akiko, I want you to turn off your brain until the bell rings!"

"What--" Before I could consciously react to such a ridiculous demand, I found myself with the boy's cock impaling my throat as the 3rd period bell rang, **** reflexively as I became aware.

I vaguely remembered - I was stuck in a dim haze for the rest of 2nd period, barely able to register anything that was going on. I could just about process the boy pulling out his penis in front of my body as it sat there catatonic, then thrusting his crotch into my face, my body opening its mouth to accept its member down her throat. My recessed conscious could do nothing but sit idle and unthinking while he used my head as an oral fleshlight as instructed, all its facial and throat muscles now operating on pure autopilot. Perhaps I did have some kind of natural affinity for fellatio after all, because my body simply threw its head again and again at his thick cock that had expected to pound a married teacher all period. Temporarily turned dick milking machine, "Akiko" wrapped its tongue around his glans and down his shaft, ravenously licking every inch of his potently pheromonal member.

Before long, I observed as Akiko settled into an automatic rhythm where she'd empty his balls straight down her esophagus, then nurse his dick back to life quickly with more greedy swallows until he was ready to fill her stomach with another delicious load. This continued, on and on, in a hazy cycle of oral rutting, to the point Akiko's stomach almost began to distend from how full of cum the unknown boy's bottomless balls had been pumping it.

Then without any sense of when, the bell for 3rd period rang, and I suddenly came back to in the dicksucker Akiko's body--no, my body. Pulling back, I gasped as my throat, practically pressed and shaped into an onahole by a boy I didn't know, reluctantly began to relax again without the **** of a delicious cock pleasing its every inch. My cells were practically protesting to return to an exclusive dedication to cock as I gasped for air, far more air than my automatic fellatio machine self had needed - she only obediently gulped down the minimum oxygen needed, when there was a man's penis to savor inside her mouth and his heady cum to pack safely inside her stomach for nutrition instead.

The boy left without a word, off to continue the rest of his day, while I sat up nursing my neck and taking experimental regular, normal breaths again. My slightly bulging belly, a testament to the sheer genetic material he'd fed me, almost made me feel as if he'd used me to such a toylike extend that he'd gotten me pregnant just by dumping loads into my face. Was that really how my body yearned to work...?

...Whatever. I shrugged away any question of my untapped biological programming to suck men off, and exercised my neck by looking around instead. Up in the third floor windows, I spied Natsuru bounding off, presumably off to her training session while the rest of the class made our way back to the classroom.

I headed in through the door, where on the other side the man jumped out to surprise me and dealt me a tactically placed kick to the belly.

"Oogh!" Doubling over, I reflexively heaved as pure cum suddenly surged its way back up my throat and spilled out of my mouth, causing me to vomit practically a dozen loads' worth of cum, splattering shamelessly to the floor in thick white dollops, almost like my belly had been filled with nothing but stinky, pungent cream. As the instinct subsided and I coughed up a few more thick, round, almost golf-ball-sized globs of milky semen, I began to shuffle on, school loafers wading through the puddle of pure dick juice I'd just puked up. I paid the man who'd just kicked me in the stomach and grinned with accomplishment while watching waves of preciously savored cum gush from my mouth like a fountain no mind as I went upstairs, back to 3rd period...

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Despite being moved to the AV room, 2nd period wasn't much of anything special. We filed in and took our seats, the girls having left their shoes behind per our new ****'s instruction to spend the rest of the day in their socks, tights or even bare feet in the case of a few, with nothing to do but socialize idly among ourselves as we waited for class to start.

Eventually, the lights dimmed and signalled the teacher's entrance. It was my mother for this period, apparently, who was still a little giddy from having multiple loads non-consensually pumped into her when she was supposed to be at work instead, earning a living to afford our rent and saving her pussy for my father. She addressed us in a quick and hushed voice as she turned the projector on, fidgeting with her back to us in her office uniform sans the skirt or any underwear, lingering loads coating the insides of her thighs.

After a few deft taps, the projector came to life with an anatomical diagram, a cross-section of the human body. Female, specifically.

My mother turned back to the class and beamed as the man promptly shuffled behind her and began to ream her without warning or any lubrication, sparking an **** squeal out of her from the discomfort of what was presumably her anus being **** open for the man who'd just fucked several of our pussies in turn.

In fact, she was so taken off guard that she lost whatever words she was about to address us with, the pounding my **** was giving my mother's shithole seeming to shut off any higher-functioning part of her brain. I never knew before today that my mother was meant to be walking fuckmeat that deserved **** like this. Actually, if this was how eager she was, I could imagine she probably spent her day at the office being **** by her pent-up male coworkers too, and she just never told me about it. Guess you learn something new every day.

As the woman who raised me from childhood was clearly drunk on being a temporary rapeslave, the naked man taking advantage of her spoke to the class instead, wrapping one strong arm around her and tightening her moans to **** gasps while pointing his free hand at the screen.

"Akiko, name me that part," he said.

"That's the anus."

"You know men find it pleasurable, right?"

"I guess? You used my ass in the street this morning, and it's a little dark in here, but I'm pretty sure you're using my mom's anus as an onahole to get off with right now, so..."

"Exactly! Maaya, congratulate your daughter for being so quick on the uptake!"

She looked totally clocked out, the kind motherly eyes I'd known all my life rolling back into her head as her body started to slacken, unable to resist the sudden lack of oxygen from his firm stranglehold coupled with the surprise anal she was receiving.

"Oh, whoops." The man abruptly let her go, and she crumpled to the floor like a doll whose strings were cut, her breaths unusually soft. Her brain must have temporarily shut down to protect itself or something. The man leant down and gave her face a few rough slaps with his hard-on, the degrading sensation of which seemed to jolt her back to life, but she simply stirred and groaned, hands moving clumsily down to finger her freshly violated ass and experienced pussy, their need to be filled clearly above all else even as she laid face-first on the classroom floor in front of her daughter's class.

"Yeah, she's fine. Anyway, Akiko, we'll run one example before we get into this class for real. Come over here and suck my cock clean."

"But it was just inside my mom's ass..."

"So what?! That's what you've gotta learn this period, Akiko! Now everyone, watch while your oblivious bitch classmate gets over here and sucks her sexy mother's ass juices off my cock!"

Reluctantly, I took up my position at the front of the class, squatting and leaning over my still-masturbating mother in order to place this complete stranger's cock in my mouth in full view of the class. I dutifully bobbed back and forth along its rock-hard length, making sure to clean off every inch with my tongue and lips, the motions almost coming instinctively to me.

"Ohh, yeah, that's good. Okay, I know you're a secret natural slut when it comes to licking dicks, but that's not really the point of this one, Akiko. Everyone see this?"

A collective vague noise of assent came from the class.

"Good enough. Boys, I want you to pick any girl's asshole and give it a fucking, then once you're done, come to the front while your dicks are still fresh out of your barely-legal female students' asses and get Akiko to clean them back to a spit-shine!"

Having been given no warning, a few of the girls grumbled at the sudden prospect while the boys unzipped. Well, Natsuru promptly shuffled her tracksuit pants halfway down and tore a hole in the back of her spats, presumably so the boys could get convenient access to her anal hole without having to take off the same pair of now-pervy spandex she always ran in, but everybody else was unenthusiastic.

"Hey, what did I tell you? Anal feels good! You think it's a coincidence your assholes are perfectly dick-sized? And don't tell me the boys in your class don't deserve to feel good, even if they have to use your slutty ripe bodies to do it! Besides, I know plenty of you don't wanna stand on stage at graduation with fertilized eggs in front of the entire school - yet - so this way your cum is safe inside your back onaholes instead!"

The class was silent for a moment.

"You girls don't know how to do anything without instruction, huh! Fine, line up against the windows, point your asses back and spread 'em! All of you! Until class is over!"

Compelled into motion, the girls formed a uniform line against the blinded windows of the AV room, pushing their buttocks out and dropping their panties down over their feet in unison, the way their faces were pointed away leaving the view from behind looking like a selection of public schoolgirl gloryholes instead. Each owner had their asscheeks dutifully spread out with their hands, patiently waiting with their entire school uniforms still on, skirts and all, the only standout absence being the shoes that would normally cover each pair of feet planted on the laminated floor, a few who'd foregone their socks standing directly barefoot in the line of high-schooler's legs.

"Girl on the right! Pull those shutters up! Let some sunlight in, and if anyone looks up, let them see your schoolgirl faces reduced to whores pressed up against the glass! Getting over your embarrassment of random people seeing you **** is crucial sexual education! Damn, I feel like a coach with all these orders," the naked man chuckled to himself.

Without further ado, while she still had her fingers in both her holes, the man who'd been architecting our new one-day course dragged my mother along the floor and out of the AV room door. Maybe he had other classes to teach about sex too...? If that was the case, it made sense he'd need my mom to fuck some more.

"Go!" he barked, then disappeared down the corridor.

...And that was it. For the rest of 2nd period, the boys learned to take advantage of a girl's waiting asshole by freely making use of their lined-up female classmates, who'd been instructed they had no complaint of potential pregnancy at their freshly fuckable age. Each stood frozen in their position like posed sexdolls, obediently spreading their own asses open so that each and every dick that approached had minimal work to do to slide in, at first roughly for each one without any lubrication, though unpreparedness soon gave way turned to malleable flexing around the guys' swollen cocks.

Standard classroom chatter sprang up as class dynamics naturally settled back in, the girls turning their heads to face each other or peek backwards at their molesters. While each girl's anal virginity was procedurally and relentlessly checked off, erased by a dozen or more cocks in their very first time, both male and female conversation naturally flowed even while occasionally interrupted by moans. Muffling, too, as the **** of being rhythmically assaulted from behind pressed girls' faces sideways against the bright clear glass, or even straight into it, their hands unable to support them while doing the service of opening up their rear entrances, forcing them to grit their teeth and kiss the window in a crude display to anyone that might catch sight of them.

Soon, boys began to pull those cocks out, each one having understandably, pleasurably sprayed their cum deep inside the intenstines of whoever happened to be wrapped around them. They filed over to me in a steady stream, where I'd continually demonstrate by cleaning the sheen of anal love-juices of each of my fellow female classmates off their still-hard members, using every inch of my mouth and tongue and scrubbing them against the insides of my cheeks to make sure I swiftly and efficiently partook of their offering of salty cock, whatever vestiges of cum I sucked up from their engorged tips mingling in my mouth with the slick clear coatings of ass juice from whoever they'd just violated.

I wasn't sure what I was exactly demonstrating this for, but class was class, I supposed, shrugging as I continued to send every guy back with his dick freshly cleaned and ready to indulge in another girl's fucktubes.

Eventually, in what felt like no time at all, 2nd period ended, and everyone stopped to dress back up and move back to the classroom. Boys zipped their pants back up, having learned how to drain their young and horny balls into a girl's ass. Meanwhile, the free-anal opening in Natsuru's cameltoe-tight spandex had torn so much her jizz-filled asscrack was there for all to see. The rest of the girls pulled their underwear back up, thoroughly stretched but cum-soothed assholes still twitching as they were covered again, the panties and pantyhose that provided their usual modesty trapping what cum had leaked out tightly against their bare skin, squelching over their crotches.

Each server of her anal onahole had been the tool used to release so many thick, potent ejaculations that it wouldn't surprise me if what jizz oozing out from deep within her semen-painted colon would end up squished by her underwear into her slit, traces from her personal pool of anal creampies potentially brushing against her womb, where they'd find and attack her fertile and waiting egg anyway. I guess the man didn't account for that in his lesson plan...

Whatever. Swallowing the last of the glistening cocktails from a guy abusing one of my classmates' youthful butts - I felt like I could tell the final juices I'd been served tasted of Natsuru's ass, actually - I got up myself and joined the trickle of students filing back out, cum marking the legs and feet of each female classmate from their fresh fucking and the puddles of excess semen they'd presumably caught on their step while leaving the line of makeshift anal toilets.

"I got track! See ya!" Natsuru bounded off in the opposite direction, tracksuit bottoms hiding the violation she'd subjected herself to with her typical - well, atypical spirit, freed by her training session while the rest of us made our way back to the classroom.

The man hosting our all-day program wasn't anywhere to be found since leaving with my mother after fucking her silly and partly **** her out, but I didn't pay him or that any mind as we went in for 3rd period...

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Despite being moved to the AV room, 2nd period wasn't much of anything special...