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Mrs. Trotter: Naked in School
by rache

Copyright 2010 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. Intended for Adults
Only http://www1.asstr.org/~rache/index.htm
Special thanks to: Eager Beaver Lip-Lock Sex Gloss - High Impact Long
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Note: All characters appearing in this story are real people; I didn't
even bother changing the names. The author supports sexual
responsibility, moral sobriety, and political insurgency. Try this at
home. Join the Sexual Jihad: S.A.S.E. to P.O. Box rache696@yahoo.com

See Chapter 00 (Prologue) for story details including codes and
synopsis

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Mrs. Trotter: Naked in School
Chapter Three


"I can't go in there," I protested. "Not like this!"

"You have to," Principal Steinway told me as he opened the classroom
door. "Don't worry..." he looked inside and smiled, "...you won't be
alone."

"What? Hey!" I blinked as he pushed me into the room. "Oh!"

"Good morning!" the principal said loudly and my students scrambled to
find their seats.

They were all juniors, 16 and 17 years old, and this particular class
was jokingly referred to as "Basket Weaving" by most people and I
found that annoying. Arts and Crafts seemed like a strange elective to
offer and I'd ended up teaching it because I had the room on my
schedule. It made me feel like a summer camp counselor instead of a
professional teacher and I'd been somewhat unhappy with the
assignment, but hid my frustrations well.

Twenty girls had signed up for the promise of an easy A on their
report cards.  My four male students were the ones who'd formed a
secret "Mrs. Trotter Fan Club" of sorts. They'd quickly changed
electives just to have an hour of my undivided attention and while I
found it flattering and feigned ignorance, it wasn't always easy to
ignore their unabashed infatuation. Like young Michael McMurphy, they
were shy and desperate for the female attention I could give them. But
every silver cloud has a dark lining and theirs took the form of Amy
and Valerie, and their very pregnant friend, Heather.

She wasn't the only one either. The juniors seemed to be especially
fertile in addition to promiscuous as I had seven pregnant students in
this class alone. I wondered if the school shouldn't offer a Lamaze
elective. They were all between five and nine months, meaning they'd
gotten pregnant during the previous school year, but of course, any
girl who'd gotten knocked up over the summer wouldn't be showing yet
either and so I really had no idea how many of my students might be
expecting.

"Stop!" Mr. Steinway commanded, freezing everyone momentarily, even
Matt Collins as he stood on my desk in his bare feet.

In fact, the boy was just as naked as me and apparently he'd been
selected for the NIS Program this week. The contradictory experience
told on his face as Matt's eyes were wet with tears, his cheeks red
with humiliation, and the corners of his mouth turned downward
unhappily. His penis, however, jutted proudly from his groin, six
inches long and not very thick above his low hanging scrotum. Precum
dripped onto my desk as his cock jerked upward with an involuntary
muscle spasm. He must have been very close to cumming and when he
turned his back to us, I could see his round, pale butt tightly
clenched with the effort to hold his orgasm back.

"What's going on in here?" the principal asked no one in particular
and most of the kids had been staring at me, but now they looked at
their feet.

"We were just, um..." Valerie shrugged.

"Checking out Matt," Heather offered as she scratched the dull stretch
marks under her belly. "Right?"

"Yeah," Amy agreed, looking up with a smile for Mr. Steinway. "He
didn't mind anyway."

"They did it!" Cindy said, pointing a finger at the three
cheerleaders.

She was the class tattle-tale and six months pregnant to boot, sitting
sideways in her chair. Heather and a couple of the others couldn't
even sit at their desks and they had plastic chairs and clipboards to
write on.

"What?" Heather looked shocked.

"Shut-up!" Valerie said. "You were doing it too!"

"Doing what exactly?" Mr. Steinway asked, still not letting anyone
move, not even Matt.

"Just touching him," Amy said. "He didn't say no or anything."

"I did too!" Matt said, looking over his shoulder with a sniffle. "I
told them to leave me a lone, but they made me..."

"Oh God!" Valerie rolled her green eyes. "You're such a whiner!"

"It was a reasonable request," Heather said, sticking her tongue out
at the boy. "And you know it!"

The students were looking at me again and none of them had been
surprised to see me naked, I didn't think. The whole school must have
known by the end of the first period, but the collar might have come
as a shock. It wasn't unusual to see a naked student collared on his
or her first day or even on the second, but to see a teacher bound
helpless that way...I didn't much care for the sly grin on Amy's face,
or the looks she shared with her two friends. Those girls didn't like
me, I knew that much, and I'd only began to appreciate that I could
quite easily find myself at their mercy. Much as poor Matt had been
for the first fifteen minutes of class.

"Only touching?" Mr. Steinway cocked an eyebrow and everyone nodded
slowly, even Cindy.

"We didn't stick anything up his butt or anything," Heather said with
a giggle, but stopped when the principal gave her a stern look.

"Is that true, Mr. Collins?" he asked the boy. "Were they only
touching or did they do something else?"

"They pinched me," he said.

"Only his nipples!" Valerie retorted. "That's allowed!"

"And Amy kind of, um...she squeezed, my uh..."

"I played with his balls a little," Amy sighed. "So what?"

"I didn't like it," Matt told her with a pouting frown.

"You did too!" She laughed at him. "Look at your dick! It's still
hard!"

"Faker!" Heather said.

"He's such a baby!" Valerie sighed theatrically.

"I see," Principal Steinway said, holding his hands up for silence.
"Well, it all sounds reasonable to me, but this is Mrs. Trotter's
class, so...What do you think?"

"Me?" I blinked at him, feeling the eyes of everyone in the room
crawling across my flushed skin.

This situation wasn't a hard one to decide. Plainly the request had
been reasonable enough. Students had a right to touch and explore
their naked classmates and Matt hadn't suffered any injuries except to
his ego. He'd been embarrassed, obviously, probably teased mercilessly
by Amy and her friends, but verbal bullying was a separate issue and
separate from the reasonable request of touching the boy's body. My
decision had to be obvious and everyone knew it; pronouncing judgment,
giving tacit approval of what had happened, was only a formality.

I did wish it were otherwise though, simply because whatever was
appropriate for Matt would have to be appropriate for myself as well.
I couldn't say touching wasn't reasonable just to protect my own
precious dignity and besides, I had little doubt that Amy would appeal
to Mr. Steinway and he'd make the more proper ruling without a
second's hesitation. I was effectively being forced to rule on my own
future fate at the hands of my students and we all knew it.
Fortunately, I hoped, there was a way to remind Amy and the others
that reasonable requests were a two way street.

"Matt..." I cleared my throat, wiggling my fingers uselessly as I felt
the desperate urge to cover myself. "Touching is perfectly reasonable
and you need to remember that in the future. You can't refuse. Okay?"

"Yes!" Heather grinned at her friends.

"Told ya so!" Valerie sneered at the boy. "Wuss!"

"But..." I pointed a finger in the air, "...you do look like you could use
some relief. If you'd like one of the girls to assist you, I think
that would only be fair."

"What?" Amy stared at me. "I'm not gonna jerk him off!"

Naturally she'd assumed Matt would pick her, being the most attractive
and popular of his classmates.

"Really? I can pick anybody?" The boy almost smiled, still standing on
the desk and suffering what must have been a painful erection. His
cock had turned dark with excitement as it bobbed up and down without
any help whatsoever.

"Yes, you can," I agreed, giving Amy an apologetic smile that I didn't
mean. It would be a good lesson, I thought, getting her hands
physically dirty after teasing Matt the way she had. I'm sure the
metaphor would have been lost on her otherwise and the girl needed a
lesson.

"Can I pick you?" Matt asked and it took me a second to understand
what he'd just said.

"Of course you can!" Principal Steinway answered before I could think
of a reason to say no. "Mrs. Trotter is naked in school, isn't she?
That makes her, uh...fair game!"

I ignored his chuckle and shook my head, refusing to see the humor of
the situation.

"I'm afraid, um..." I shrugged helplessly. "I can't give you relief,
Matt. I'm wearing the collar and, uh...You'll just have to pick someone
else. Sorry."

"Nonsense!" Mr. Steinway said. "There must be some way to give poor
Matthew some relief. Perhaps...Hmmm...Have you considered using your
mouth, Mrs. Trotter?"

"What?" I almost fainted at the idea. My cheeks burned with acute
embarrassment as Matt's face lit up with a smile. The other kids
gasped, giggled, and whispered excitedly at this unexpected
development.

"You did promise him relief," the principal reminded me. "And you know
as well as I do that the collar isn't really a punishment; it's an
educational tool, Mrs. Trotter."

"But...I've never...I can't do that!" I stammered. "He can pick someone
else! Amy! She can do it!"

"Yeah right!" Amy laughed. "She's just trying to break the rules
again, Mr. Steinway."

"She'd make one of us do it!" Valerie said and I couldn't believe my
ears.

"I've never made anyone..." I started saying, staring at the girl and
wondering how she could even think that.

"Mrs. Trotter wants to make Amy do it," Heather said with a nod, "and
she isn't even naked!"

"She's such a bitch sometimes," Valerie sighed, but with a smile just
for me and I frowned right back at her.

"What did you just call me?" I asked.

"You're acting like a spoiled bitch," she said and I believe the girl
honestly forgot I was still her teacher.

"You're out of my class," I said. "Tell your parents I want to have a
conference with them..."

"Huh?" Valerie's mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water.

"...before I let you back in," I finished. "Otherwise you'll take an F
in the class and have to make it up over the summer."

"You can't do that!" she yelled and everyone else just watched. "She
can't give me an F...Can she, Mr. Steinway?"

"After you insulted her?" He shook his head sadly. "I think a teacher
deserves a little more respect than that, don't you?"

"But..." Valerie blinked at him. "She's naked!"

"And that changes what precisely?" he wondered. "Stop by the office
after school today. Mrs. Watkins will have a letter for your parents."

"You're excused, Valerie," I told the girl. "You may go to the library
for the rest of the period."

"This is crazy!" she shouted. "You're naked! You can't kick me out!"

"Unfortunately for you," the principal said, "being naked has nothing
to do with it. Please, don't ask for a suspension as well."

"Fine!" Valerie yanked her purse off the back of her chair, picked up
her books and stomped out of the classroom, slamming the door behind
her.

"Thanks," I said softly, giving the principal a look that expressed
regret as much as gratitude. Valerie wasn't really a bad girl inside.

"You're one of my teachers," he replied with a shrug. "But you know..."

"What?" I narrowed my eyes.

"You'll be naked all week," he told me. "For all school related
activities..."

"Uh!"

"...including parent-teacher conferences," he continued with a smile.
"But I'm sure you've already thought of that, right?"

Oh God! How could I meet with the parents of one of my students if I
was naked? I wasn't even sure if I'd seen them before at one of the
PTA meetings. I'd met a lot of parents and I remember how some of the
men had looked at me. I'd felt naked at times, sitting beneath the
lascivious gaze of men old enough to be my father in most cases. This
time I really would be naked!

"Maybe, um..." I cleared my throat. "I could give her a few hours of
detention instead."

"It's up to you, Mrs. Trotter," Principal Steinway said for the
benefit of my students. "You know I'll support whatever decision you
make."

"I'll think about it," I decided, but I already knew I couldn't be
meeting any parents. No way!

"So, um..." Amy spoke up with an impatient smile. "Is Mrs. Trotter gonna
suck Matt's dick, or what?"

"Please," I whispered, begging the man with my eyes, but Mr. Steinway
wasn't about to let me off the hook.

"Let's call it fellatio," he corrected the girl casually. "And yes,
Mrs. Trotter is going to set a fine example for all of us today."

"I've never done it," I whispered. "Honestly. I don't know how.
Please, don't make me do this."

"I can't make you do anything," he replied gently. "But what choice do
you have, June?"

He was right, of course, as he had to be. I'd told Matt he could
choose anyone and normally that wouldn't have included a teacher, but
since I was naked in school...Fair game. That's what I'd become and I
realized I'd traded my clothing for a big bulls-eye as much as
anything else. The naked students were always singled out by students
and teachers alike and I'd frowned at some of the things they'd been
asked to do, the unwanted attention they'd received, but I'd never
really done anything about it.

That knowledge shamed me as much as anything else. Being naked, being
collared and helpless, kneeling before one of my students in act of
willful, deliberate submission, none of that humiliated more than I
already was. And it's such a curious thing, acceptance, like dropping
a heavy rock that's been carried too long. I felt free suddenly. I
felt light as a feather and almost giddy with a flood of relief. The
rationalizations were a blessing and a curse all at once. I clung to a
dozen reasons, a hundred of them, and all without merit...except for
one.

I was naked in school.

Matt had gotten off my desk with Principal Steinway's approval and now
stood naked at the front of the class. His erection hadn't diminished
at all; it stood stiff and ruddy from his pale body, the smooth glans
glistening with precum. I can honestly say that I'd never seen a penis
from that perspective before - from slightly beneath it as I knelt on
the cold floor, sitting on my heels with my wrists bound to the color
I wore. More to the point, I'd never wanted to and I felt my heart
pounding in my ears as Matt's male musk filled my nose with every
rapid breath I took.

I'd probably hyperventilate if I wasn't careful, I thought, and the
idea of passing out almost seemed like a good one. I'd never tasted
cock before. I hadn't even kissed my husband's despite his desires.
He'd asked me so many times and I'd always turned him away, but now I
was about to touch my lips to Matt's swollen penis. I'd kiss, lick,
and suckle a seventeen-year-old high school boy in front of his
classmates for no other reason than his cock was hard and I was naked.
Presumably this would teach all of us a valuable lesson, but for the
life of me I couldn't imagine what that lesson might be.

"Oh my God!" Heather gasped, leaning over Amy's shoulder to get a
better view.

"She's really going to do it!" Cindy said and most of my other
students were talking excitedly as well.

I heard words like "cocksucker" and "slut" and "stuck-up bitch" being
whispered back and forth by my female students. I'd never realized
that so many of them didn't like me, or maybe just a few of them were
trying to make me believe that. Amy and Heather were especially vulgar
and stood close enough to me that I could hear everything they said.
My entire class had gathered around us and Mr. Steinway didn't seem to
mind that a full period was being wasted this way.

Matt stood still as a statue except for his heavy breathing and the
occasional bobbing of his cock just inches from my face. My other
three boys were staring intently and I could see them if I happened to
turn my head slightly one direction or the other. They'd grown pink
with anticipation and rubbed their own swollen crotches, but didn't
say anything. The girls did all the talking, all the giggling and
whispering, and I couldn't bear to look at any of them. Some of them
might have felt sympathy for me, but the only encouragement my burning
ears could hear dripped with satisfaction at seeing me humiliated.

"Hurry up, Mrs. Trotter," Amy said. "Suck his cock already!"

"Principal Steinway," Heather pouted. "She's not doing anything except
sitting there!"

"I can't," I breathed. "I told you, I've never done it before."

"It's okay, Mrs. Trotter," Matt whispered. "You don't have to. I'm
sorry. I'll just, um...Can I go to the bathroom?"

In all fairness, I have to say that Matt didn't want to be the center
of attention anymore than I did. He wasn't happy about being naked in
school and while the idea of getting a blowjob from his favorite
teacher must have been exciting, Matt wasn't the sort of boy to hurt
anyone either. I saw real anguish in his eyes when I looked up. He
wanted me to do it, but not if it made me unhappy. He loved me the way
only a teenage boy can, investing all of his heart in the first crush
of his life.

I should have felt relieved at his words, but I only felt worse. Much
like the guilt I felt sometimes when I turned my husband down, I felt
sorry for Matt. He'd probably told himself that getting a blowjob from
me would make up for the embarrassment of being naked. Living a dream
would make the reality bearable for him, or so I imagined, and the boy
was suffering. His cock must have ached with the need to release all
that desire trapped in his heavy balls. If he could turn his back on
what he wanted most in the world, a blowjob from me, just to spare me
a little humiliation, then how much more did I owe him?

"Oh!" he gasped as I touched my pursed lips to the head of his penis,
feeling my tummy somersault with nervous fear.

I extended the tip of my tongue and licked the glans tentatively, as
if I'd feel some sort of physical pain. I braced myself, tensing every
muscle in my body in preparation for the worst and having no idea what
the worst might be. He felt warm and I discovered his precum had
little flavor at all as I gathered it on my tongue and pulled it into
my mouth. I opened my mouth wider, stretching my bee stung lips around
the crown of Matt's penis, and tried to ignore the fact that twenty-
some kids were watching me suck a boy's cock for the first time in my
life.

"Mrs. Trotter!" Matt breathed as his hands went to my head, his
fingers digging into my blonde hair. "That feels great!"

"I knew she was a slut!" Amy said softly, but I heard her and closed
my eyes with shame.

"Never sucked a cock before? Ha!" Heather snorted. "Look at her! God!"

The wet noises of my mouth being filled with Matt's cock seemed to
echo in my head. I had no idea how to do it. Was I really supposed to
suck, or just move my lips up and down the shaft? My tongue kept
getting in the way and when my teeth grazed the prominent ridge of his
glans, Matt jerked his hips and realized I needed to be careful with
the boy. I couldn't breathe and for a second I almost went into a
panic, but soon enough I found air though my nose and discovered I
could breathe just fine, even with a mouthful of hard cock.

It wasn't so bad, I told myself. It didn't hurt. I tuned everything
else out and kept my eyes tightly shut. I ignored Amy and the other
girls and concentrated on moving my head back and forth, my whole body
really, taking half of Matt's cock inside before pulling back again.
So far as blowjobs go, it couldn't have been a very good one. I didn't
use my tongue for much more than a pillow beneath the shaft as it slid
back and forth. I couldn't use my hands at all. I moved mechanically,
trying not to think about what I was doing.

"Ummm..." Matt sighed as he started helping me, pushing with his hips as
he held my head firmly in his hands.

I stopped moving and let him use me, fucking my mouth with short,
rapid strokes. Precum and saliva filled my mouth to overflowing and
when he'd push his cock too deep, I'd gag and cough, spilling the
fluid from the corners of my mouth. The wetness ran down my chin and
dripped onto my heaving breasts. I didn't have to see it, I could feel
everything. I shivered and fought down my gag reflex, swallowing as
quickly as I could. When Matt's penis caught me mid-gulp, he seemed to
lunge into my throat with a loud gasp. His soft scrotum slapped my
chin and my nose pressed into his curling pubic hair.

"She did it!" Heather announced loudly. "Mrs. Trotter's deep throating
him!"

"She's probably sucked a million dicks," Amy said. "What a liar!"

"Mmph!" I protested with a low, guttural groan. I couldn't breathe at
all as my delicate throat stretched around the cock buried inside it.

I finally did panic, pulling my mouth off Matt's cock despite his
efforts to hold me in place. My eyes were wet, but I wasn't crying,
and a thin wash of spit and precum followed his penis to run down my
neck and drip onto my tits. The boy couldn't relax though, he kept
moving his hips and his cock slid across my cheek. He pulled back and
pushed it upward, along my nose and across my left eye. His slippery
shaft felt hot and heavy against my face and his balls found my mouth.
His fingers found a better, tighter grip and he held me close so that
I had no choice but to lick his scrotum.

"Mrs. Trotter!" Matt's ragged voice filled my ears. "Kiss my balls
too!"

Where he'd gotten that idea from, I'd hate to guess, but probably the
internet's to blame. He had some strange porn fantasy and imagined
every girl everywhere loved sucking cock and washing a man's balls
with her hungry mouth. It should have sickened me and I should have
refused, but I didn't. I pulled Matt's wrinkled sack between my lips,
trapping one of his testes and sucking on it while I used my tongue to
caress and roll it around in my wet mouth.

I wanted to do it and I didn't understand why. I didn't want to do it!
And yet I couldn't stop myself. I suckled his scrotum like a baby,
moaning around the boy's flesh even as his swollen cock continued to
ride my upturned face. Everyone could see what we were doing and I'd
opened my sky blue eyes, burning with shame as I saw them smiling and
whispering. My clitoris had grown stiff with excitement, thrumming
eagerly for attention. My nipples had grown fat as well and I felt
them straining with desire. I wanted to be touched. Kissed and pinched
and stroked.

My mind reeled with the same confusion I'd felt earlier, as if I
couldn't distinguish one emotion from another. I wriggled my hips,
squirming around the emptiness inside my quivering sex. I had visions
of Henry pushing his cock inside me as I knelt in front of Matt,
fucking me while I nursed on the boy's cock and balls. I could cum, I
thought, if someone would only touch me. The slightest pressure on my
clitoris would set me off exactly as that tiny flick of Petra's finger
had done less than an hour before.

"Put it back in her mouth," Heather suggested with a giggle.

"Yeah!" Amy agreed. "Don't waste it! Cum in her mouth!"

And somehow the girls started chanting, "Cum! Cum! Cum!" Getting
louder as Matt pushed his penis once more between my lips, fucking my
face with quick thrusts of his hips. The head of his cock found the
back of my mouth repeatedly and I could only gag and spew our juices
from my bruised lips.

"Cum! Cum! Cum!" they shouted as if we were holding some sort of
obscene pep rally in the middle of school.

The discomfort made my eyes water and I blinked rapidly, gasping
through my nose and shaking like a leaf. My body ached with
humiliation, trembled with excitement, and burned with lust from the
inside out. I wanted him to cum, but not so that horrible experience
would end; I needed Matt to orgasm because I couldn't. No matter how
much I tried to find something for my pussy to rub itself again, the
release was denied me. One of us had to loose the tension building
between us, that's what I remember thinking. If I could only share
Matt's climax, that would be enough.

"Cum! Cum! Cum!" my students cheered with shining eyes and clapping
hands, bouncing on their heels as they moved closer.

I felt their presence fill the world entirely. Their bodies hid
everything else. I couldn't see the walls or the desks or any of the
trappings of reality, only teenage girls standing hip to hip as they
clustered around us.

"Yeah! I'm...Oh! Ohhh..." Matt gasped and the cheering stopped as his cock
pulsed with a sudden rush of semen.

He held my head even tighter, hunched over me in a desperate, awkward
embrace. I tasted Matt's orgasm strong and bitter-sweet, salty and
thicker than I expected. Like hot buttermilk, the texture surprised me
as well. His cum seemed to slide down my throat as I swallowed
instinctively, but some of it escaped from around the shaft and leaked
from my lips. I didn't know what I felt just then, physically or
emotionally. I can't explain why I didn't spit Matt's semen out. I
could have gotten away from him near the end, as he began to relax and
let me go with a deep, breathless sigh of satisfaction.

I kept sucking though. I kept swallowing and not out of pure reflex. I
held the boy's penis in my mouth and used my tongue to wash away the
remains of his orgasm. I ate his living sperm as if famished for it,
jerking against the chains as I felt the overwhelming desire to reach
between my thighs and rub my steaming pussy. I wanted to cum too and
the frustration I felt only fueled my shame. It must have been
obvious, I realized, how desperate I'd become for sex. Everyone could
see my arousal and smell the wetness leaking from my sex onto the
floor beneath me. My body glistened with semen stained drool, from my
chin down to my flat tummy and I resembled nothing so much as a horny
slut begging for more.

"Feeling better, Mr. Collins?" the principal asked, but he wasn't
looking for an answer. "Alright, let's get this classroom straightened
up. The bells about to ring."

Nobody moved for a long moment, not until Matt pulled his still hard
penis from my mouth with a loud, wet plop.

"Now!" Mr. Steinway clapped his hands. "Chop-chop! Fix those desks,
get them straight!"

"Thanks, Mrs. Trotter," Matt whispered, smiling down at me with his
eyes shining. "That was amazing!"

"Um...Good," I managed to say, turning my face downward and staring at
my breasts. "You're welcome, Matt."

I felt his cum in my tummy and I burped, which only made me blush all
the more. I didn't move. I didn't stand up, but stayed on my knees. I
was afraid to move. The idea of facing my students, of seeing their
faces after what they'd just witnessed terrified me, but it didn't
chase away the desire still burning between my legs. I felt resentful
that Matt had cum and I hadn't. It didn't seem fair and my trapped
hands were clenched into fists. I knew my emotions were juvenile,
irrational even, and I shouldn't have been feeling anything except
embarrassed...But I did feel other things and I had no idea how to deal
with them.

What was happening to me?

"Are you alright, June?" Mr. Steinway asked. "Let's get you on your
feet..."

He held me under my raised arms and I had no choice but to stand.

"...There we go. That's better," he said with a smile. "Here. I thought
you might be thirsty."

He held a plastic water bottle to my mouth and I drank greedily,
swallowing nearly half the bottle in five or six big gulps and that
made me feel better.

"Let's save some for later," the principal suggested, capping the
bottle and setting it aside. "Do you have any homework for the class?"

"W-What?" I blinked at him, licking my lips and still tasting semen. I
needed mouthwash, not just water.

"Your students," he reminded me with a small nod of his head. "Do you
have assignments for them?"

I followed his gesture, turning slowly to see my class sitting at
their desks like perfect angels. Matt was naked and Valerie missing,
but otherwise everything seemed ridiculously normal. The desks had
been arranged into neat rows, the clock ticked silently, and a trickle
of pussy juice ran down the inside of my left leg. My labia were heavy
with arousal and they hung between my thighs like flashy butterfly
wings. My clitoris stood erect from her pink sheath, no larger than a
child's fingernail and throbbing the way a toe will after it's been
stubbed in the dark. My sex had a heartbeat all its own and I bent my
knees, pressing my thighs together with a sudden, violent shiver.

"What's wrong, Mrs. Trotter?" Amy asked sweetly. "Do you feel okay?"

"Or better than okay?" Heather added with a giggle and most of her
classmates joined in, adding to my acute discomfort.

"Maybe she needs relief too!" someone suggested, Penny Mailer, I
thought. I couldn't tell because I couldn't look at them.

"Mrs. Trotter will be fine," the principal said and just then the bell
rang, ending the second period.

I had five minutes before the next class started and I could barely
remember what it would be. Sophomores. Health class for those students
who didn't get it in ninth grade. More sex education because the
curriculum was exactly the same, the schedules identical. We'd be
talking about the female reproductive system...My reproductive system, I
thought, remembering all too well what had happened earlier.

The tenth graders would be even worse, being just a little older and a
little more experienced then the freshman had been. They'd have heard
about what had happened, how Petra had made me cum. How I'd locked
myself in the bathroom. How I'd given Matt a blowjob in front of his
classmates. Each class would be worse as the day progressed and I
still had the rest of the week to look forward to. I couldn't do this!
I couldn't take anymore, could I?

"Where are you going?" I blinked at Principal Steinway as he followed
my students out of the classroom.

"I have a school to run," he said. "I can't spend all day babysitting
my teachers. Can I?"

"B-But..." I wiggled my fingers helplessly.

"You'll be fine," Mr. Steinway said airily, ignoring my distress. "Oh!
I'll tell Valerie to find you later...You still want to give her
detention, right?"

"What? Oh! Yeah, I guess...But..." I could barely think straight.

"Just don't let her off too easily," he said with a chuckle, walking
out the open door and into the crowded hallway.

I'd never felt so alone in my life.

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