Capítulo 3: First Class (1) R18
Day's first period.
It's actually my first period since I just got here. It's also the last period of the day.
Standing outside the classroom door, I am obviously out of place among the uniformed senior girls. Each of them looks different despite dressing the same.
The different faces, the different hairstyles, the different heights all gave each girl a different feel that I couldn't wait to try out. The dude in gray sweats and a white t-shirt among them didn't seem to be a big deal to any of them.
Several minutes later, a woman in her mid-thirties walks down the hall and opens the door for the students. I stand at the front of the classroom as the students flood through the door and walk to their assigned seats.
"Hello," the teacher says. "Who could you be?" Are you a new student? Kinda late into the year!"
Laughing lightly, she adds that last part.
"Oh yeah, just moved here," I reply.
"Would you mind introducing yourself to the class?" she says.
"Sure," I reply. It might be a good idea for me to take on the role. "Hello class! I am Eric Dextler, a transfer student from I.C. Weiner High School."
"Oh, I remember hearing about that school. My niece might be attending there", the teacher replies. The name of that school is obviously not real. It just seemed funny to me to make the woman think that way.
"I am sorry, but I missed your name," I say.
"That's no problem!!!" She smiles with such genuineness that I feel almost guilty. "My name is Hella but of course please refer to me as Ms. James. For the last nine years, I have been teaching art at the school."
"It is a pleasure meeting you, Ms. James."
It's the same for you, Eric! It would be great if you could find an empty chair somewhere in the room so that you can sit down. "There's one near Andrea in the back", she says.
In the back of the class, I find an empty seat as she instructed. All seats are arranged in rows facing the front of the class, so each student has exactly one elbow partner. I am sitting next to Andrea, a brown-haired Latina with brown eyes. Although she looks smart, she's not paying attention (it's only an art class).
Her hair is pulled back with a single blue scrunchie and her face is covered with glasses. The way her body looks from a seated position is difficult to assess, but I'm likely to get a sense of it soon.
For twenty minutes, I sat in class watching the teacher do her job as if I were a normal student. It's actually pretty interesting, but it could be even more entertaining.
Pull down your skirt and start masturbating I think.
It's all about the --" her mouth stops dead in its tracks as she takes off her skirt, removes her pink underwear, and rubs her exposed pussy in front of the class.
There is a sense of shock among the other students at first. There are a few who begin speaking up, but I make sure they can do nothing but watch. The show must go one!
"Huh... what was I getting at?" Ms. James says as she continues to finger herself. "OoOOHHh! Right! To prevent runoff, keep your brush clean when mixing colors."
I feel a nudge on my shoulder from the girl next to me.
"Are you seeing what I'm seeing??? Andrea asks as she laughs (not exactly a normal reaction, but what else can she do?).
"Start touching yourself as well," I tell her.
I hear sloshing sounds coming from her crotch as her hand shoots beneath her skirt flap.
After touching her tits, I finally satisfied my curiosity. I was not expecting her tits to be so large and soft. Also, I can feel her flesh in all its glory since she didn't bother to wear a bra this morning. Girls dress much more comfortably at a school without guys, as I mentioned previously.
"Hey! "Stop it!" she yells, struggling with one hand to push me off. I quickly silence her and prevent her from physically stopping me. Moreover, I make her view me groping her as a mild inconvenience rather than a crime.
"Stop what?" I ask, kneading her top's fabric with my fingertips.
"Touching meEE!" she exclaims with some discomfort. Masturbating in her own school chair, she raises her voice sharply.
"Why should I do this?" I ask. My curiosity is legitimately piqued as to what excuse she comes up with to hide from the fact that she is letting me grope her without much resistance. I can't even get her to answer my question. I continue to feel her fat tits as she sits quietly rubbing herself off.
It's a sight to behold as Ms. James performs in front of her class as she continues her duty to provide an education to all of these promising students (promising young students who are holding back laughter at her antics).
"Hey Andrea," I whisper. Her scrunched forehead looks up at me from her pleasure fantasy and she mumbles an acknowledgement. "I want you to follow me to the front of the class."
I get up and walk down the room toward the woman who is finger fucking herself in front of the class of 18-year-old girls. Andrea walks a short distance behind me.
My actions seem to confuse the women in the room, but that's fine with me.
"Andrea, Ms. James! Congratulations, you are today's lucky winners!" I exclaim enthusiastically. The rest of the class seems more confused than ever.
"Um... what exactly did we win?" Andrea asks as we stand awkwardly in front of the class.
"Wait! Excuse me young man! We raise our hand and wait for our turn when speakING iN THIS CLaAAHhhs mmm,"Ms. James asks with her fingers still an inch deep in her cunt.
I choose to ignore the teacher—it's not her fault that she is acting like a bitch.
"Well, the reward of a thorough spanking," I say. It doesn't take long for the class to erupt in chaos as people wonder what the hell is going on.
"YOUNG MAN!" Ms. James screams at me. "PLEASE TREAT THE REST OF YOUR PEERS WITH SOME RESPECT!"
"ERIC!" Andrea yells out.
"Class, class! "Calm down!" I command. A hush descends over the room immediately. The only sound that can be heard is Ms. James' pussy fluids gurgling around as she masturbate. "Now, Ms. James and Andrea, lean over on the table and show the class some ass!"
Almost simultaneously, both girls obey. To support their weight, both of them lean on the teacher's desk with one elbow. Then, using their other hand, they lift up their skirt flaps to reveal their panties.
There seems to be the same pair of white underwear on both of them. Could it be that everyone ignores this part of the uniform?
The meter stick resting on the table catches my eye as I reach over Andrea.
"This should do," I mutter to myself.
"Okay class," I say with my back turned to the 30 or so students sitting behind me. "Today we will be learning about corporal punishment. Today's lesson will be hands on—"
I am cut off by a student behind me.
"Mr. Eric!" the feminine voice says. I seem to be doing pretty well in my role as acting teacher. That wasn't even my intention!
"Yes?" I say as I turn around to face her. It's Cathy, the petite Asian girl who got eaten out in her dorm room by that other girl.
"We are studying corporal punishment... Are there any wrongdoings on the part of these girls?" she says. I can tell that she wasn't trying to be offensive with her question -- more out of curiosity if anything.
"That's right, Cathy," I reply. It is important for you to understand that when I say something, you do not question it.
"Oh… alright sir," she says, having been given an adequate answer. She quickly begins to write in her notebook as if she is taking notes on what I have said.
"Back on topic… today's lesson will be more of a demonstration per say. The biggest takeaway I want you all to take with you is that… if you are a naughty girl, you will get punished," I say. "And what defines a nasty girl?—whatever I say. You may not think that Ms. James or Andrea did anything wrong, but I told you they are guilty, so they get punished."
I begin the demonstration as I turn to the two asses presented to me and the rest of the class.
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