Summer, Schooled

“Mr. and Mrs. Nielson, we have to talk about Summer,” Principal Thomas said.

“Oh God, not again,” Mrs. Nielson said. She rubbed her face with her hands, taking deep, uneven breaths.

“What did she do this time?” her husband asked.

“Flunked her last five quizzes and tests,” Nigel Quinton said. The massive Black civics teacher didn’t just look like a bulldozer. He spoke like one too, a loud rumble that drew every eye. Two other teachers stood behind Principal Thomas, with matching somber expressions. “They were multiple choice. Mathematically speaking she should have at least gotten some of the goddamn answers right.”

“Let’s keep it civil,” Principal Thomas said weakly.

“We are way beyond talking politely when it comes to Summer,” Nigel said.

“She did some pretty suggestive things with a lollipop in mine,” Jonas Corman said. The English teacher was a slim man, with a dark pair of glasses and a sport-coat-and-jeans style no doubt stolen from any dozen movies or TV shows about handsome writers. “And yes, same as Nigel, she’s flunking. Badly. There’s not enough extra credit in the world.”

“She’s not even in my classes, but she keeps showing up anyways when she should be in math,” Dean McGrath said. The science teacher was short and boyishly handsome, with mischievous eyes and a killer smile. “She gets bored and thinks she can just go for a walk. Whenever I have to walk her here, it pulls me away from my class.”

“She’s not going to graduate,” Principal Thomas said. “There’s no question about that.”

“She’ll have to retake her senior year?” Mrs. Nielson said.

Her husband, ashen-faced, whispered in such abject horror it sent chills down Principal Thomas’s spine, “She’ll have to stay home… another year?”

His wife wailed and buried her face in her hands again.

The teachers and Principal Thomas looked at each other grimly and nodded. Principal Thomas scooted a box of tissues towards the couple. The husband grabbed a massive fistful, wadded them up, and blew his nose into them, wailing now as hard as his wife.

“Y-you have no idea w-what it’s like… living with her!” Mrs. Nielson blubbered.

“Oh God, she can barely open a can of soup,” Mr. Nielson said, and dropped the fistful of tissues into his lap. As his wife reached for the last few in the box, he snatched them up and slammed them against his leaking eyes.

“We have a solution,” Principal Thomas said.

Their tears stopped in fits and the empty box of tissues dropped on the ground. “You… you what?” Mrs. Nielson asked.

“We’ve devised a summer program specifically for Summer.”

“She’ll graduate if she passes?” Mr. Nielson asked skeptically.

“Good God, no, Summer will never pass any schooling program in the world,” Principal Thomas said. “But we think we can at least make her into a, mm, useful member of society.”

“We’d even provide housing for her,” Jonas said, jumping in. The Nielsons’ gazes fell on him with a dawning ray of hope for the first time since their daughter was older than a toddler. “The four of us maintain a house together. Her education will require an exceptional amount of time and patience. We think she may, ah, regress if she’s allowed her own free time.”

“We’d be rid of her?” Mr. Nielson asked, unbelieving.

“If it made you more comfortable, of course we’d make sure she calls home every day-”

“No, no, that’s not necessary,” Mrs. Nielson said hastily.

“Yes, ah, better that she, ah, learn to leave the nest, and all that,” her husband added.

“Please, if you really think it would benefit our Summer…”

“Oh yes, absolutely,” Jonas said, his face as serious as he could make it, which amounted to a big dopey grin. Thinking about the hot student that would be staying with them, he hoped he wouldn’t have to stand up to shake hands, and he was pretty sure Dean and Nigel felt the same way.

“It really is the best thing for her,” Dean said.

“Yup,” Nigel agreed.

“Where do we sign?” Mr. Nielson asked.

When the couple left, not quite walking so much as sprinting, the four men looked at each other and bellowed laughter. When they settled down again, Principal Thomas jabbed a finger at them.

“I want pictures every step of the way,” he said. “You fuckers owe me that.”

“She is over eighteen, right?” Dean asked.

“Twenty,” Principal Thomas said. “She was held back twice.”

“Of course she was,” Nigel said.

“In preschool. And kindergarten.”

All three of them stared at the principal, then Jonas said, “I’m somehow completely unsurprised.”

* * *

Summer cracked her gum between her teeth like she was mad at it. It was so stupid she had to go to summer school again for, like, the twelfth year. Oh well. It was always a good time to catch up with her naps or practice putting on makeup. She could do her own since she was five. Her mother didn’t give her approval of course but her mother was dumb with a capital T.

It was so weird and gross too she had to stay with Mr. Quinton, Mr. Corman, and Mr. McGrath. Sure, okay, they were the hottest guys at school and in town. Except maybe Mr. Quinton but she heard he was a clitty-shay and had a big old donkey dick. Not that she’d ever actually seen one. Summer loved to tease but she was saving her virginity for the right man with the right tens of millions of dollars.

Her car, a convertible she browbeat her father into buying for her, was parked with one wheel up on the sidewalk. Her suitcases jutted up from the passenger seat. Her mother packed for her, and for once, she picked out fun stuff to wear, like crop tops so short they showed off Summer’s underboob or the Daisy Dukes that rode up so high they flashed the world her ass cheeks. Her mom usually hated when Summer wore stuff like that, but this time as she packed Summer’s best lingerie and eye-popping clothes, she laughed like she was actually… ugh… happy.

The whole week had been weird like that. Her parents told Summer while she was gone they were going on vacation, only Summer never heard of any vacation that required everything in the house be boxed up and packed into a U-Haul. When they said goodbye to her that morning, her father danced on their front lawn and her mother fell onto her back on the grass and started moving like she was making snow angels, except it was the end of May.

They were so weird. The only reason Summer was going along with this was because her father promised her a Porsche, a Ferrari, a pony, and an even bigger boob job if she finished school at her teachers’ house. Summer, a shrewd negotiator, talked him into a whole ranch of ponies and a trip to Lithuania if she passed. She heard those guys could fuck like rabbits and she was sure with an exotic name like “Lithuania” they had to be super rich.

Summer walked to the front door and tried the handle. Locked. She jiggled it harder but it still wouldn’t open. Okay, well, guess she’d go back home and work on her tan. No biggie.

“Try knocking,” she heard Mr. Quinton rumble. “That’s how polite people get access to someone else’s house.”

“Ugh,” Summer said, and raised her fist to hit the door. “Let me in.”

“‘Please, may I come in, sir?'” Mr. Quinton said.

“Well, I can’t let you in because you’re inside and I’m out here,” Summer said. Her brain cells raised a tiny mutiny in her mind before continuing their slow, painful march towards death.

She heard snickering, then the door opened to sour-faced Mr. Quinton. He always looked sour, like he liked to suck lemons.

“Nope. That’s what you say. You ask me, ‘May I come in, sir?’ Try it.”

Summer thought about her pony, Ferrari, Porsche, Lithuanian ding-dong, and her ranch at the end of all this and sighed. “May I come in, sir?”

Mr. Quinton stepped back and gestured inside. His sullen eyes followed the passing of her ass sheathed in booty shorts, and she actually saw him lick his lips. Mr. McGrath and Mr. Corman sat on a couch and an armchair in the living room, cups of coffee in front of them.

“Ah Jesus, look how she parked her car,” Mr. Quinton said. “Keys, Summer. Hand them over.”

“Why?” she asked.

Mr. Quinton moved to her, his big hands taking her by the waist. He pushed her none too gently towards Mr. Corman, who sat up straight and reached for a ping-pong paddle on the coffee table. Summer yelped when she was dropped down onto his lap. But indignation turned to utter shock when Mr. Corman yanked down her booty shorts to show off her terrific peachy ass in a pink thong.

“Jesus,” Mr. McGrath moaned. He had his phone in hand and snapped a picture of Summer looking up at Mr. Quinton.

Mr. Corman said mildly, “Five spankings for not jumping to obey one of our orders.” He raised the paddle and spanked her ass so hard it made Summer cry out. Then again, and again. She bounced forward each time, feeling something hard poke up at her. His dick, she realized in between spankings. The paddle hurt her ass so much, heat and pain all mixed into one. When the spankings were doled out, Mr. Corman held her down with a hand on the small of her back.

Mr. Quinton reached down and gripped Summer’s cheeks between two big fingers. “Listen up. This is not the schooling you’re used to. All of us, including your parents, are fed up with you.”

Mr. McGrath added, “We’ve decided a traditional education with you is pointless. So instead, we’re going to be teaching you a different curriculum.”

“Ugh, what’s that? Is that some kind of teacher come? Because that’s gross.”

Mr. Corman said, “Five spankings for talking back.”

He raised the paddle again, and Summer gasped, “Wait, wait, wait wait…”

But the paddle came down again. Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Her ass was bright red and bruising by that point and she felt at it gingerly, wincing.

Mr. McGrath said cheerfully, “Now, Summer, you can say no. Feel free to walk out that door any time. But if you do, you’re on your own. No, uh, whatever it was your parents promised you.”

“A pony ranch, two cars, and a trip to Lithuania,” she said.

The men stared at each other and Mr. McGrath cleared his throat. “Yes. Um. That. But if you stay, we are going to discipline and educate you however we see fit. You exist to serve us this summer. Or beyond, if this takes longer.”

She thought about walking out, but the hope of hanging out in her rich Lithuanian lover’s pool was just too tempting. Besides, when the paddle hit her bottom, it hadn’t been all bad. In fact, it felt kind of… good.

“What do I have to learn?” Summer asked cautiously.

Mr. McGrath leaned forward. She always thought he was the handsomest of the teachers. Mr. Corman was super sexy too but he tried too hard and came away looking kind of fussy. But Mr. McGrath knew how to be effortlessly sexy. She wanted to run her hands through his short dark brown hair and make him lick her pussy. That was the only thing she’d let guys do to her. A year back, Mr. Ford, their neighbor, convinced her he’d been bit by a spider and the only way to get the venom out was to jerk him off, but that hadn’t been a sexual thing. She’d been saving a man’s life. Summer was a hero. Her dad and Mrs. Ford didn’t agree but what did they know? Mr. Ford didn’t die from the spider bite, right?

Mr. McGrath said, “You’ll learn how to handle each one of our needs. Cooking. Cleaning. But that’s just the start. You’ll ask us to stuff our cocks in your every hole. You’ll be our pet, our slut, our whatever the fuck we want you to be.”

The words made Summer shiver with pleasure. She wanted to save her virginity for her millionaire lover but this was pretty hot too. Even Mr. Quinton, who had a big belly and kind of an ugly face, made her wet with how he was staring at her, like he might eat her right up.

“I’d have to… um… fuck you?” she asked.

“Among other things. Blowjobs. Anal. Titjobs. Anything we tell you, on demand. Any time of day,” Mr. Corman said.

She thought some more. “But no math?”

“Er…” Mr. McGrath said. “Yeah. No math.”

“Or English,” Mr. Corman said, patting her butt.

“Or any of it but getting on your hands and knees and taking it like a good slut student,” Mr. Quinton said.

“Fine,” Summer huffed. “I’ll stay.”

Mr. McGrath’s eyes went big at that. Mr. Corman said firmly, “Then give Mr. Quinton your keys, now.”

She pulled her shorts up and walked to the front door where she dropped the keys when Mr. Quinton manhandled her. She handed them over and watched and he walked out to the car, muttering to himself.

“Let’s start with the rules,” Mr. Corman said. “One. You listen and you obey. My coffee mug is empty. Bring me another cup.”

Summer frowned, but came to him and picked up his mug with a sigh. Mr. Corman caught her arm and gave her a smack on the bottom.

“Ow!” she muttered, rubbing her already tender ass through her shorts.

“No. You don’t do it with a sigh or a huff or an attitude problem. You do it with a smile. Set the mug down, and try it again.”

She did, and this time, she gave him a wide smile with a lot of teeth. Mr. McGrath sighed and leaned back, hands behind his head, as Mr. Corman spanked Summer again.

“Do you not understand the principle behind this? You are not mouthy. You are not sarcastic. Those things don’t become a good student slut. You give me an honest smile, you take my mug, and you go get my coffee. Now, Summer.”

“Okay, okay.” She drew a deep breath, and gave him her best smile. She picked up her mug, wary of another spank, but nothing was forthcoming. She walked into their kitchen, found a half-full pot of coffee, and poured some for him. When she came back out, she put the mug in front of him again, and he reached out to stroke her ass.

“That’s a good student,” Mr. Corman said.

“The next rule is your schedule,” Mr. McGrath said. “You’re to be up first thing in the morning to tend to each of us. We need our balls drained every morning before we go to school.”

“That’s very important,” Mr. Corman said as Mr. Quinton came back in. To him, “We’re going over rule number two, specifically the morning ball draining.”

Mr. Quinton grunted at that and came over to sit down in another armchair. “Come sit on my lap.”

“My ass is sore,” Summer complained, and Mr. Corman was on her in a flash, bending her over the table and yanking down her shorts again. She yelped as he ignored the paddle in favor of his hand, smacking her ass with sharp cracks. Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! When he was done, he dropped her shorts to the ground, leaving Summer in her pink thong and top.

“What was rule number one?” he asked her, grabbing her chin and twisting her face towards his.

“Listen,” she whined.

“Then go sit on Mr. Quinton like he told you to.” He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her face. She was so fucking wet she could have solved the California drought problem.

“Oh-okay.”

“We’re jumping ahead, but from now on out, you either call us Mr. Quinton, Corman, or McGrath, or you call us sir. Understood?”

“Y-yes, sir,” Summer whimpered, wishing he would drop her panties too and finger her until her wet little slit came for him. Maybe he wasn’t a millionaire but Mr. Corman was so fucking dominant and hot and oh God, she was going to come in seconds when she could be alone.

He let her go and she walked on unsteady legs to Mr. Quinton. He spread his meaty thighs wide and she sat on his hip, but he was quick to reposition her right over his raging hard cock.

“Oh fuck,” she whispered.

Mr. Corman cleared his throat and kept going. “The rest of your schedule is going to be simple. When we’re at work, you clean. Sierra Albertson is going to stop by three times a week to train you to cook and make the house presentable.” Mrs. Albertson was the Family and Consumer Sciences teacher and pretty hot. She had a strong jaw and long, straw-blonde hair, with dark circles around her eyes that should have made her look ugly. Instead, it emphasized just how supermodel pretty she was. “You will obey her like you do one of us.”

Mr. Quinton thrust his clothed cock against her pussy through her thong and she shivered. “Say, ‘yes, Mr. Corman, I will obey Mrs. Albertson.'”

“Yes, Mr. Corman. I’ll obey Mrs. Albertson,” Summer said.

“That’s a good girl,” Mr. Quinton said.

“Are you going to fuck me now?” she asked, twisting to look at him.

“When one of us wants you, we will take you.”

“Which leads us into your nightly duties,” Mr. Corman said. “When we’re home, you are to take care of our every need. One of us, or maybe more, will give you a lesson in fucking, sucking, or taking it up the ass.”

“Will I have to take tests?”

Mr. Quinton reached around and grabbed her tits to pull her back and snarl in her ear, “Baby girl, when we are talking to you, you do not interrupt.”

“But…”

He had her over his knee in a moment, her ass up as she yowled with every hard spank he gave her. Unlike Mr. Corman, there was no count, but also unlike him, Mr. Quinton’s breathing got hard and heavy and he stopped now and then to run his thumb along Summer’s cunt in her thong. That felt good — fucking amazing, actually, especially with the heat of the stings on her ass — and she whimpered as often as she cried out.

“Will you be good and quiet, slut?” Mr. Quinton asked.

“Yes, yes, I’ll be good, I’ll behave…”

“Go to Mr. McGrath now. I’m done with you,” Mr. Quinton said, flicking her ass one more time.

Mr. McGrath pointed to his lap, and she settled down on him with a whimper she couldn’t control. He took her chin and looked into her eyes. “Don’t interrupt again, and I’ll let you rest on your side with your head on my lap.”

She nodded frantically, and scrambled to do just that. Like the other two, he was very hard, and she shivered thinking about how close to her mouth that big juicy cock was. Resting on her side felt so nice. Her ass didn’t hurt much this way.

Mr. Corman continued. “To answer your question, no, there are no tests like you’ve known them. But every night, when you are using your hands, your lips, your pussy, or your mouth on us, you’ll be graded. We’re going to do things differently. You’ll be starting at the letter Z.”

She raised a hand tentatively, afraid of another spanking — but also kind of wishing someone would rub her pussy again.

“Go ahead,” Mr. Corman said.

“But there is no Z grade, right? It’s A, B, C, D, E, and F.”

“Jesus Christ,” Mr. Quinton muttered.

“Let it go,” Mr. McGrath said. To her, he added, “Traditional means of educating you have not been working, so we’re changing things up.”

“Oh, okay.”

Mr. Corman said, “Anyways, you’ll start at a Z grade. At the end of the day, if you’ve taken care of all three of us like a good student slut, you’ll increase your grade by one letter, so Z to Y, Y to X. When you reach an A, you’ll have passed summer school.”

Summer looked around and Mr. McGrath said, “If no one is talking and you’re polite, you can speak. Good for you for waiting. That was very smart, Summer.”

She flushed with pleasure. Mr. McGrath was definitely her favorite and the least mean. “I thought you said there wasn’t going to be math?”

“Um. What math?” Mr. Corman asked.

“The grading. Z to X and Y to… um… Z and all that.”

Mr. Quinton rubbed his eyes and said again, “Jesus Christ.”

“I tell you what,” Mr. Corman said. “We’ll handle the, uh, math ourselves and let you know if you’re close to passing.”

Yes! She totally got them to do her math for her! “All right,” she said, trying to look serious about it.

“Let’s knock the last few rules out fast,” Mr. McGrath said. “The morning’s getting late. If Summer’s going to take our first loads before we go to work, we need to hurry this up.”

“Right,” Mr. Corman said. “No going anywhere without one of us, Mrs. Albertson, or our express permission.”

“What?” Summer asked indignantly, forgetting herself. “I’m not hanging around here on the weekends! There’s no school then.”

Mr. McGrath sighed. “Oh Summer. You were doing so well for a while. Across my lap. Now.”

“But-”

“Five spankings just became ten,” Mr. McGrath said, his voice now colder than either of the other two men. “Try for more and I spank your tits, too.”

Summer’s protests died, and she gingerly laid across his lap. He raised his hand. Crack! The sting drove her forward, her big tits bouncing free of her halter top.

“Oh, fuck,” Mr. Corman breathed. “Nigel. Come here. Her tits came free.”

Mr. Quinton rose and came over. As Mr. McGrath spanked her ass again, Mr. Quinton grunted in surprise.

Smack! Their greedy looks and the sting of the spanks made Summer’s already wet pussy even wetter. She mewled more out of pleasure than pain — Mr. McGrath wasn’t gentle, but his thumb strayed often to her pussy — and closed her eyes for the next spank.

It came, and there was Mr. McGrath’s thumb again, rubbing her folds. “She’s fucking soaked,” he said hoarsely. “You liking this, Summer?”

“It hurts but it feels so good too,” she whimpered. He spanked her again and she gasped. “I think I’m going… going to…”

The next spank stung her ass and this time Mr. McGrath palmed her whole pussy, rubbing it, grinding her clit. She threw her head back and whined, “Oh, fuck, oh oh ohhhhh!’

Summer came with a jolt of her hips, shoving forward and back. Mr. McGrath didn’t finish the ten spanks like he promised and instead growled, “Get her on her knees. She’s going to take the first day’s load all over that pretty face, aren’t you, baby?”

“Yeee-essss,” Summer hissed, not consciously sure what she was agreeing to but wanting it anyways. Mr. Corman and Mr. Quinton guided her to her knees on the middle of the living room’s rug, and down came three sets of slacks. Mr. Quinton had the biggest cock by about an inch, but it was pretty close all around. She licked her lips and stared at all three of her handsome teachers.

“Spit on our dicks,” Mr. Quinton growled.

She did, leaning over his first. Her spit worked for a lube and soon they were jacking their cocks, aiming them right for her face.

“Are you going to be our good slut this summer?” Mr. McGrath asked.

“Yuh huh,” Summer moaned. “Your good slut, your good student slut.”

“We’re going to come all over your face,” Mr. Corman said. “Close your eyes and open your mouth. If any lands in there, you swallow it. That’s what good student sluts do.”

“Yes sir,” she said.

Mr. Corman was first. Streaks of warmth hit her cheek, her nose, her closed eyes. She reached up to touch it, play with it, and even brought a scoop to her mouth. It was kind of gross but maybe there would be extra credit if she ate it. And besides, this was really fucking hot and all she could think about was making it hotter.

Mr. Quinton was next, and he came and came and came, long streaks staining her breasts, her chin, her lips. As she was licking her lips and scooping more off her tits, Summer was hit by another series of wet ropes, Mr. McGrath getting his.

“Holy fuck,” he breathed.

“Stay like that,” Mr. Corman said. “Don’t move. Normally it’s great you want to eat our come but this calls for a picture.”

Summer giggled, feeling proud of herself.

* * *

Once she showered up and changed, Summer picked up one mug, washed it, and said, “Whooo. There. Done. Did some cleaning.”

Well… that, apparently, wasn’t enough. When Mr. McGrath and Mr. Quinton came home, she was nude from the waist down and scrubbing the floors on her hands and knees with a toothbrush. Mr. Corman sat nearby, stroking his cock idly as he watched her ass bob back and forth.

“Guess who thought cleaning up one dish was all she had to do today?”

“Summer,” Mr. McGrath said.

“I didn’t know!” she protested.

There was so much they wanted her to do Summer was never going to remember it all. She washed up the dishes, mopped the floors, cleaned the bathrooms, changed the sheets on their beds, and finally wound up back in the kitchen again, on her knees between them.

“Your first lesson is in handjobs, Summer,” Mr. McGrath said. He stroked her hair. “It’s important you understand how to handle our cocks the right way. Start by taking off your top, baby.”

She did, and the men stared at her tits like they hadn’t seen them earlier that day. “Cup them,” Mr. Corman said. “Always be thinking about how to put o a show for all of us.”

She lifted her boobs and rubbed her big nipples. “Like this?”

“Perfect.”

“Now,” Mr. McGrath said, “every handjob needs to start with lubrication. Spit usually works but you need to reapply it if the guy doesn’t come fast. What does that mean, Summer?”

“That I need to spit on your big fat dicks every now and then to keep you lubed,” she said, trying to keep a note of exasperation out of her tone. “I’m not great in school but I know how handjobs work.”

“Then show us,” Mr. Corman said.

She gripped Mr. Corman and Mr. Quinton’s cocks, glaring up at Mr. McGrath. He’d been a jerk thinking she was so dumb, so he would get to go last. First, she leaned over Mr. Corman’s cock and spit on the tip, then Mr. Quinton’s. The two teachers groaned as one as her delicate hands started sliding up and down the first inch or two of their dicks.

She couldn’t quite reach her hand all the way around them. That was pretty big, she thought. Her nice, big-dicked teachers. Oh God, they were going to fuck her. The thought hadn’t really sunk in yet until that moment, and with it came a flush of heat all the way from her core to her spine. These three teachers were going to put their cocks inside her virgin pussy. Inside her mouth. In her ass.

They were going to teach her so much and for the first time in her life, Summer wanted to learn.

She rocked on her knees as she jacked Mr. Corman and Quinton’s cocks harder. “I’m sorry I was bad today,” she said, giving them a pout. “But I wanted my teachers back home telling me how to be a good slut student.”

“Fuck,” Mr. Corman groaned.

She giggled and spat on their dicks again. This time their precome made it easier to jack them faster and faster. Mr. McGrath came around behind her to kneel and snap the spaghetti straps of her blouse. He yanked the top down revealing her big tits.

“That’s better,” he said.

With their hottest student on her knees all but nude in front of them, Mr. Corman wasn’t going to last long. “I’m going to come soon. I want you to bring your lips near my dick’s tip and open wide. Swallow every drop I give you.”

“Yes, sir,” Summer said meekly.

She did as she was told, opening wide, and he bucked his hips, fucking her hand as much as she was stroking him. His cock erupted, shots of come hitting her tongue, her tonsils, her lips. Some of it splashed on her chin and she let go of him to wipe it off, but he said, “No, leave it.”

Summer closed her lips, swallowed, and smiled. The taste was kind of gross but there was something addictive about the act. She liked the look of hunger in the men’s eyes when she swallowed like that. Besides, she ate plenty of things she didn’t like to keep her figure — who the hell liked kale? — and this was no worse than any of that.

Mr. Quinton wasn’t close to coming, not yet. She turned her attention towards Mr. McGrath as he stepped up to her, his big dick aimed right at her come-covered chin. “Give it a kiss, baby,” he said, “but don’t lick it or suck it. Not yet. You get that lesson tomorrow night.”

She leaned forward and kissed his cockhead. For the first time, she noticed they were all trimmed. That excited her. She liked how it made them look bigger and cleaner, like a shaved face. All the boys in her class wanted to grow scratchy, patchy bears and it was gross. Not her teachers. Not her men. They knew how to dress and look good and act like… well… men.

She stroked Mr. Quinton and Mr. McGrath fast and hard. Mr. Quinton growled, “Talk dirty to us, baby girl.”

“Ummm… um… okay, I… I like your dicks,” she said lamely, trying to come up with something.

Mr. McGrath laughed and reached down to fondle her tits. “What do you like about them?”

“I like how big and fat they are. They… they make me so… so wet.”

“That’s more like it,” Mr. Quinton grunted.

“Tell us what you want us to do with them,” Mr. McGrath said.

“I want you to put them in my mouth. And my p-pussy,” she whispered, staring up at him.

“You can be dirtier than that. You want to suck our cocks, right?”

“Right,” she said, warming to it. “I want to suck them and make you come in my mouth. I liked watching all of you when I swallowed it. I want to drink it all down for you.”

“Fuck,” Mr. Quinton groaned. “Baby girl, turn your head towards me and open wide.”

She did. “Are you going to give me more yummy come?” she asked.

Mr. Quinton only grunted as his cock hit her lips. She opened wide, as wide as she possibly could, and his cock jetted across her tongue. There was so much of all of them, and she kept swallowing and swallowing as load after load filled her mouth. Finally she pulled away, coughing and gasping, and Mr. Quinton grinned.

“Good girl. You’re learning fast.”

“Get me the vegetable oil,” Mr. McGrath said.

Mr. Corman hurried for it off the countertop and passed it over. Mr. McGrath opened it up and said, “On your back, Summer. I’m going to fuck those tits now.”

She did as she was told, whining, “Didn’t I do a good job? I tried really hard, Mr. McGrath.”

“Baby, you did amazing,” Mr. McGrath said. “After tonight your grade’s going to be a Y, for sure.”

“Yay!” Summer said, and dropped down onto her back. Mr. McGrath greased up his big dick and knelt over her petite stomach. He guided his cock to her big tits.

“Now squeeze your tits together around my cock,” he said.

Summer did, and he began pumping his dick in between her breasts, making a squelching sound with the first few thrusts. She giggled at that and even sour Mr. Quinton smiled. Summer liked this. She barely had to do any work, just hold her bobos together while Mr. McGrath did all the pumping. But he sure didn’t seem to mind. His smile was huge, his eyes closed, his breathing fast as he stroked his cock with her tits.

“God, I can’t wait to fuck her,” Mr. Corman said, kneeling between Summer’s legs to take pictures of her pussy and spread thighs.

“Me either,” Summer said. “I want it to be Mr. McGrath first, okay?”

Mr. Quinton and Mr. Corman looked at each other and shrugged. “Sure,” Mr. Corman said. “But you have to be a good girl. No trying to leave the house without us, you have to clean, and when Mrs. Albertson comes tomorrow, you listen to every word she says and do what she tells you.”

“Okay!” Summer said happily. “I can’t wait for you to put your big cock inside me, Mr. McGrath.”

“Ungh… huh!” he growled, and like that, he shoved forward one more time between her oiled-up tits and started coming. Unlike the other two, he came all over her chin, her neck, and her face, and she thought she’d done it wrong. Wasn’t he supposed to come in her mouth like the other two? Uh oh. But no one said she was in trouble. They all just stared at each other and started chuckling, and not knowing why, Summer did too.

* * *

Summer was given her own room but was told not to get used to it. When she was trained up, she would be rotating beds with the guys. That thought got her so wet she fingered herself to three orgasms that night, leaving her a panting, delirious mess.

In the morning, Summer gave each of her teacher studs a handjob. Mr. Quinton spun her around and got her on her hands and knees when he came, his warmth shooting across her backside before he gave her a hard spank and sent her on her way to Mr. Corman. Mr. Corman, in turn, came all over Summer’s tits, and Mr. McGrath at the last slipped his cockhead into her mouth when he was about to finish, shooting his come down her throat like little wet rockets.

“Our secret,” he said, winking at her. She winked back and wiped the combined spit and come off her lips before sucking it down.

When they left for the day, Summer remembered her spankings from the day before and cleaned up the dishes. Or tried to, anyways. When Mrs. Albertson showed up, Summer stared at the big dishwasher utterly flummoxed at all the buttons on there.

Mrs. Albertson walked right in. Summer looked up at her and gaped. Usually Mrs. Albertson dressed like her mom, with big bland clothes and nothing that showed off her features. But now, Mrs. Albertson was dressed in a tight, super short gray skirt and a white long-sleeved top with a plunging neckline. The top emphasized her baby bump and big plump tits.

“Mrs. Albertson, don’t be mad, okay? I’m really trying to clean but this machine has a lot of buttons and I’ve been here for three hours trying to figure it out.”

“Three hours?” Mrs. Albertson said, rushing to her.

“Uh huh.”

When the teacher knelt next to her, Summer inhaled her soft vanilla lotion and felt a little dizzy. Sometimes she used to watch the senior girls — all eighteen — play volleyball in their super tight shorts and tops that left them bouncing all over and she’d get uncomfortable and wet, wishing she could masturbate right there while she watched them. And the cheerleaders, too. Their school was super cool about letting the cheerleaders wear little tiny booty shorts and tops like college girls would wear, with big plunging necklines. Some of the parents didn’t like that but it brought a lot of guys to watch the games and the school board made tons of money.

But Summer had never thought about one of her female teachers that way, like she wished sometimes their faces were pillows so she could grind on them slowly until she came all over them. Mrs. Albertson seemed to notice her distress and patted Summer’s bottom.

“It looks like you almost had it. See this button here? Where it says Start and Stop?”

“Well, yeah, but I want it just to start, not start and stop.”

Mrs. Albertson stared at her blankly. It was like her brain shut down for a minute and then she shook herself. “Um. No. It means…” She rubbed her forehead. “Just… when you want to start the dishwasher, press that button.”

“Okay!” Summer said, unconvinced, but she tried it anyways, and like Mrs. Albertson said, the dishwasher started right up. She waited for it to stop, but it didn’t, so she supposed Mrs. Albertson was right.

They stood up and Mrs. Albertson took Summer by the elbows, rubbing her arms up and down. She stared down at her student’s nearly bared chest in her middy crop top. “Summer, I wanted to ask you in private, are you okay here? With everything going on?”

“Oh my gosh, yes,” Summer said. “I get spanked a lot but it’s helping me learn to be a good student slut. I’ve never felt so smart!” Quieter, she whispered, “And I kind of like being spanked. It makes me feel dirty.”

“Um. That’s good,” Mrs. Albertson said. “The guys have a list of things they want me to teach you. We’re going to learn how to take care of them outside of sex. Now, I believe in a different way of educating you. I won’t spank you unless you absolutely need it. Instead, if you do enough right things, you’re going to get to have a treat. And maybe I’ll get one too.”

“I like treats,” Summer said, pondering that, “but I have to watch my carbs and calories.”

“You know what those are?” Mrs. Albertson said.

Summer rolled her eyes and smiled wide. “Of course I do. I need to keep my titties and my ass big and my waist small if I want to fuck a millionaire, don’t I?”

“Sure. I guess that’s a pretty good reason.” Mrs. Albertson said. “Anyways, the treat is… very low calorie. You won’t have to worry about that.”

“Oh good!”

“Let’s start with how to make a pot of coffee.”

“Oh, I can do that,” Summer said. “I get the glass thingie off the black thingie and I pour the coffee into a mug. Mr. Corman likes his with a splash of that sweet milk stuff in the fridge, and the other two like it just the way it is.”

“Yessss,” Mrs. Albertson said, stretching the word out like it was a question, “but do you know how the coffee gets into that pot?”

“I thought it came from the black thingie?”

“That’s right! It does. But we have to do a few things to make sure the, uh, black thingie can make the coffee.”

“Ohhhh,” Summer said. “Well, that I don’t know about.”

They spent half an hour on that. Mrs. Albertson produced a notebook with a bunch of instructions written down for the coffee pot, the stove, the vacuum, and a whole bunch of other stuff, but Summer wrinkled her nose at the idea of reading that much. That frustrated Mrs. Albertson until Summer told her how her dad once taught her how to drive by putting colored sticky dots on the keys, the ignition, and then the shifter.

“I still get the gas and the brake confused sometimes,” Summer said, “but there’s a fifty shot at getting it right.”

“A fifty… you mean a fifty-fifty shot?”

“No, a fifty shot,” Summer said. “Like, it’s going to be right fifty times and then you might get it wrong.”

“I don’t think…” Mrs. Albertson said, then she sighed and dug into her purse for a bottle of Tylenol. They went shopping for some of those dots, and when they came home and tried to color code the steps Summer would need to take to make coffee, it worked. Summer bounced up and down on her feet as the coffee filled the pot, and Mrs. Albertson stared at her student’s big tits as they bobbed too.

“I think you’ve done such an excellent job I’ll give you your treat early,” she said.

“Ooh, what is it?” Summer asked.

“Have you ever eaten pussy before? Licked another woman?”

“No,” Summer said. “Is that my treat?”

Mrs. Albertson pulled the front of her skirt up to her round pregnant belly and leaned against the counter. She wore a tiny pair of black panties, and pulled them down. Summer’s eyes went huge as she saw her teacher’s shaved pussy, so wet and delicious-looking.

“Go ahead. Try a taste,” Mrs. Albertson said. “Kneel on the floor, and slip your tongue up and down my pussy.”

Summer whispered, “Okay.”

She knelt and looked up at Mrs. Albertson’s round tummy and big mom-to-be tits and swallowed. Heat ran up and down her spine, and her pussy felt like it was going to explode if she did so much as touch it. She reached between her own legs as she leaned forward to take her first taste of another woman’s sex.

Mrs. Albertson tasted salty and a little flowery, something she used to wash herself. Summer liked it, liked it quite a bit, and started to stroke her own pussy through her panties as she licked Mrs. Albertson from bottom to the top. She knew how much she liked to play with her own clit and figured Mrs. Albertson would like it too, so she reached out and brushed the other woman’s hood and licked the little pink nub.

“Oh fuck, you’re a natural, sweetheart,” Mrs. Albertson moaned, her hips jumping with each flick of Summer’s tongue.

“Thank you,” Summer said shyly.

She returned to licking Mrs. Alberton’s folds, making a game out of first teasing the big lips and then sliding her tongue through the middle before winding up at her clit again. Every time, Mrs. Albertsons’ hips jumped like she’d been shocked, and it made Summer grin until her own need and pleasure started taking over.

“I’m so wet for you, Mrs. Albertson,” she whimpered. “I’m going to make myself come soon.”

“Let me do it for you. Let’s go to Mr. Quinton’s room.”

She let her skirt fall back into place and helped Summer up. They kicked off their shoes and ran together for big grumpy Mr. Quinton’s room and his king-size bed. Mrs. Albertson stopped Summer and began to help the twenty-year-old student out of her clothes. The teacher stooped to suck at Summer’s nipples, moaning around them.

“Never fucked a student before,” she gasped as she came back up to kiss Summer.

“Then you need to come around lots and teach me because I want to do this a ton.”

“Agreed,” Mrs. Albertson said, pulling at her own top.

They both got naked, and Summer marveled at how pretty Mrs. Albertson was. Her long blonde hair, the dark around her eyes, the big puffy nipples. Even her belly was super sexy, and Summer stroked it before they climbed up on the bed.

“You’re so sexy,” she said.

“My belly’s not too big?” Mrs. Albertson asked, her hands roaming the part of her in question.

“No. It’s really hot.”

Mrs. Albertson guided Summer up onto the middle of the bed and laid the student out before kissing her gently. Their tongues played together and Summer thought it was both the nicest and hottest kiss of her whole life.

“Then maybe,” Mrs. Albertson said, “if you really behave, Mr. Quinton, Mr. McGrath, or Mr. Corman will let you get off the shot and fill up that pussy. Make you pregnant, just like me.”

Summer’s breath quickened at that, and even more when Mrs. Albertson’s hand went between her wet thighs, touching her pussy. “Yesss,” she moaned. “I want their come in me. Are you their good slut too?”

“Mr. Quinton’s,” Mrs. Albertson said, wriggling around sideways so her knees were closer to Summer’s head. “My husband can’t take care of me. But Mr. Quinton fucks me so good.” She giggled. “I’ll tell you something naughty, Summer. I think it’s his baby. I hope it is. I want him to put a dozen more in me.”

Then there were no more words, not for a while. Mrs. Albertson lifted one leg up and over Summer’s face and dropped her sopping wet cunt down onto her student’s face. Summer licked her eagerly, her hands coming around Mrs. Albertson’s juicy butt naturally and squeezing. Mrs. Albertson shifted and her weight came down across Summer. The student tensed and whimpered when she felt the warmth of Mrs. Albertson’s tongue across her pussy. It felt so good, and the crackles of warmth blooming in Summer all day blossomed into roaring, needing heat.

Mrs. Albertson rocked her hips on Summer’s face, her wet pussy leaving the student’s chin slick. Summer’s knees spread wide, her feet kicking circles as her pleasure built and built. She tried to concentrate on doing a good job but it was hard to concentrate when Mrs. Albertson made her feel so good.

“Oh Summer, Summer, my student, c-can’t believe I’m, ahhhhm, doing this with a st-student…” Mrs. Albertson whimpered against Summer’s pussy. Her fingers brushed Summer’s clit and the student pumped her hips up.

“Oh, oh fuck, Mrs. Albertson, I w-want to make you come but it feels s-so good…”

“It’s okay, baby, it’s okay, come for me…”

Mrs. Albertson’s words might have trailed off but her panting and breathy moans interspersed with her licking drove Summer wild. It was one thing to hear the teachers grunt and moan when they were close, but Mrs. Albertson was so into it, wild and free. It was almost as much of a turn-on as Summer getting eaten out.

“Oh, oh God, Mrs. Albertson, I’m… I’m…” Mrs. Albertson’s tongue lapped at her clit and two of her fingers slid along Summer’s pussy lips. She jerked and cried out, “Oh, oh, mmmmm!”

She came with a jolt, as hard as she’d ever experienced. Her hips spread wide, her knees jolted up and down, and Mrs. Albertson kept her cresting with fast, expert licks, drawing her orgasm out. Never had she orgasmed so quickly in strings like that, one, two, three within mere minutes. Then she was pulling Mrs. Albertson tighter, clamping her mouth to the teacher’s clit and sucking and licking for all she was worth.

Mrs. Albertson pushed back, gripping her knees and sitting upright, grinding and bouncing on Summer’s face. Summer reached up and stroked her teacher’s belly, loving the warmth and softness of her teacher. Mrs. Albertson’s hands joined hers, taking them and squeezing. Of all the debauchery to come during Summer’s schooling, there would always be a special bond between the two women, born of that strange blend of lust and sweetness.

“S-Summer… going to come n-now… you’re doing so good, baby, oh fuck, you’re going t-to make your teacher come…”

Summer moaned into Mrs. Albertson’s cunt, and just moments later, the teacher stilled and drove her pussy down hard, quivering. Summer wanted to keep going like that, and would, soon, but from the doorway came Mr. Quinton’s baritone voice.

“Now that’s a sight.”

“Hey, baby,” Mrs. Albertson said, looking over. “You’re home early.”

“Moved my lunch hour around. You two get in a lesson, or what?”

“She learned how to run the dishwasher and how to make a pot of coffee.”

Mr. Quinton started out of his button-down and slacks. “Good. Stay just like that, Sierra. I’m going to fuck you while she eats you out.”

Summer moaned at that. They did have to shift positions so Mr. Quinton had more room to get on the bed and line up behind his lover. Summer watched, entranced, as his huge, fat cockhead parted Mrs. Albertson’s folds and ballooned out her pussy lips to an obscene width.

“Oh, fuck, he’s so big inside you,” she whimpered.

“Uh huh,” Mrs. Albertson moaned. “Soon he’s going to be doing this to you, baby. If you keep being a good student.”

“Enough talking,” Mr. Quinton said. “Lick her pussy now like a good girl, Summer.”

Summer did, and inadvertently got her first taste of cock too. The way Mrs. Albertson rocked with his hard, slow thrusts, Summer kept accidentally brushing Mr. Quinton’s cock with her tongue. The blowjob lesson was supposed to be that night, but no one got mad at her for it so she mentally shrugged and kept going.

Mr. Quinton’s big heavy balls kept hitting Summer’s head, making her want to giggle. It was only the sight of the big man’s cock filling Mrs. Albertson over and over and over that stopped her. The teacher could take so much of him. Summer thought that big dick was going to split her in half when Mr. Quinton finally fucked her — and he wanted to stick it in her ass, too!

The idea made her wet all over again and she played with herself as she licked her two teachers while they fucked. She fantasized about Mr. Quinton bending her in half on her back, sticking that thick, long cock into her ass, driving it in until she was so filled. Her breathing went erratic, her fingers keeping an uneven pattern on her pussy.

Then there was a tongue again, Mrs. Albertson’s, but her teacher was barely hanging on, pumped so hard back and forth by Mr. Quinton. She kept panting out, “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” like she was keeping time. Mr. Quinton didn’t say anything, but the joining of their bodies made plenty of noises for him. Mrs. Albertson’s pussy slurped and sucked at him with ever thrust, and when his balls weren’t hitting Summer, they were thwapping off Mrs. Albertson’s amazing ass.

“Oh fuck, oh, Nigel, Daddy, fuck me good, Daddy…”

Still he said nothing, but his breathing intensified, and his big hands moved under Mrs. Albertson, cupping her bouncing tits. Mrs. Albertson calling him “Daddy” made Summer gasp. Was he her father?

“Oh, oh, right there, like that, Daddy, mmm, mm-hm, mmm, fuck!” Mrs. Albertson wailed. She shivered and dropped her head against Summer, coming again, nearly boneless now. Mr. Quinton plowed into her, his hands going to her ass. His grunts grew louder and louder, and Summer knew he had to be getting close. She scooted up and started licking his cock, getting an eyeful of his meaty sack in the process. She licked that too, and finally elicited some kind of response from Mr. Quinton.

“Oh, fuck, baby girl, lick those balls,” he growled. “When I come, you suck it out of her.”

“Uh huh,” Summer moaned, playing with her pussy harder and harder.

Mr. Quinton went quiet again except that heavy, harsh breathing. He took Mrs. Albertson faster and faster, his big dick messy and slick with her pussy juices. Summer loved the taste, loved the lewdness of this, but still, Mrs. Albertson calling him “daddy” was on her mind and she couldn’t help whimpering it, “Daddy, come for her, come in my slutty teacher…”

“Oh shit,” Mrs. Albertson gasped, “oh, that’s hot, call him it again, he’s our Daddy, he’s our big fucking daddy…”

“Daddy!” Summer said, and tongued one of his balls again.

Mr. Quinton shoved himself deep into Mrs. Albertson one more time and came, his fingers digging deep in her ass and her hips. He pulled out with one last grunt, and with it a torrent of his come drizzling right on Summer’s chin and neck. She hurried to adjust herself and caught most the rest in her mouth and along her cheeks, afraid she’d get an ass-paddling for missing so much of it.

But when Mrs. Albertson pulled away from her and both the teachers looked down at Summer’s come-caked face, she panted, “That’s… the hottest thing… I’ve ever seen.”

“Uh huh,” Mr. Quinton grunted. He reached down and squeezed one of Summer’s tits. “Good girl, baby.”

Summer swallowed down the come in her mouth and Mrs. Albertson crawled over to kiss her and lick up what she could. Mr. Quinton slipped away and the shower started in the nearby bathroom. Summer held Mrs. Albertson’s cheeks and whispered, “Is he really your daddy?”

“Not in the actual sense,” Mrs. Culbertson said, grinning. “It’s a… a sex thing to call him that.”

“Is it okay if I do it too?”

“Baby, I don’t think he’s ever going to want you to stop.”

* * *

They spent the afternoon on laundry and the bathrooms, and before she left, Mrs. Albertson promised Summer her grade was going to be a firm X that night if she did well with her blowjob class. That made Summer super happy, and she spent the next hour before the guys came home practicing on a banana in the kitchen so she was extra ready for school.

She was still practicing when Mr. Corman came in. The banana was just tickling her tonsils when he walked into the kitchen.

“I think you’re supposed to peel those first,” he said, dropping his keys on the table.

She pulled the banana out and stuck out her tongue. “Ha ha. I’m practicing for tonight. Like homework!”

He chuckled. “Good. Sierra told Dean and I good things about you.”

“Did I do okay?” Summer asked, setting the banana on the counter.

Mr. Corman came to her and gripped her ass. “So good.” He kissed her while pushing her back up against the counter, still gripping her ass. “Fuck, you’re so young,” he moaned against her lips. “I can’t wait to cram my cock down your throat.”

Her heart fluttered at his sweet, sweet words. No one had ever told her before they wanted to choke her with their dick. “Do we have to wait for the others to start?”

“Yeah,” Mr. Corman said regretfully, giving her ass one more squeeze. Then he thought about it. “Wait. No. You licked Nigel earlier, right?”

She looked down at her feet. “I know, I was supposed to wait, but he told me to lick Mrs. Albertson and he was fucking her so hard I couldn’t help it.”

Mr. Corman chuckled. “It’s all right, Summer. You did great. I wasn’t lying about that. But it means there’s precedent and you can lick my cock too.”

She didn’t know what the president had to do with her licking Mr. Quinton’s big dick or his heavy swinging balls but that was okay because Mr. Corman was happy so she was happy. “Yay!” she said, not certain why she was bouncing on her feet. “President!”

“No, pre… you know what? Never mind. Doesn’t matter. Come on. You can lick me, but you can’t take my cock in your mouth until the other two are home, okay?”

“Okay!”

By the time Mr. McGrath rolled in, Summer was down to her bra and panties, and was seated on the edge of the couch vigorously licking Mr. Corman’s bulbous head. “Aw, man,” he said, tossing aside his sport coat onto an armchair, “don’t tell me you started without me.”

“Loophole,” Mr. Corman said, stroking Summer’s cheek as she stared up at him worshipfully. “Nigel was fucking Sierra and our Summer girl was underneath her, licking her pussy. She licked Nigel too, but since she didn’t technically suck his dick…”

“…she can lick us until he shows up,” Mr. McGrath said. He came over to Summer and tapped his zipper. She turned to him with a grin and unzipped him, drawing his pants and his boxers down. She licked his cockhead and he groaned, “Ah, fuck, that’s the stuff. Wait. You were in a three way with Nigel and Sierra?”

“Uh huh! And I call him Daddy now.”

Both Mr. Corman and Mr. McGrath looked shocked at that. Mr. McGrath said weakly, “You… call him Daddy?”

She took a long lick of Mr. Corman’s cock, ending with a curl of her tongue against his tip. “Yes. Mr. Quinton’s Daddy, Mr. Corman’s sir, and you’re… hmmm. I’ll think of something.”

Mr. Corman raised a fist to his lips and bit his knuckles. Mr. McGrath stared down at Summer and shook his head. “Good God, and here I thought it was going to take weeks to get you to behave.”

“Nope! I want to be a good school slut.”

By the time Mr. Quinton arrived home, Summer had both men on the edge. Maybe math, science, history, home economics, music, English, civics, and even study hall weren’t exactly her best and brightest subjects, but when it came to cockology, Summer was a goddamn genius. She sussed out quickly that both men’s tips and the undersides of their fat tips were the most sensitive to her tongue, and she used that to great effect, bringing them close to the edge and then licking further down to their roots when she wanted to keep them from coming.

Mr. Quinton stepped into the living room, a black bag in hand. He eyed the cock-licking going on. “Ah, you figured out the loophole,” he grunted.

“Pre-si-dent,” Mr. McGrath moaned as Summer tickled his balls with her tongue.

“Huh?”

“Never mind,” Mr. Corman said. “Hurry up. She’s been teasing us for a while and this next lesson needs to start sooner rather than later.”

“You guys get started. I’m going to grab a beer.” Mr. Quinton walked by them, reached down, and palmed Summer’s bare ass cheek. “I bought you some things, baby girl.”

“Presents?” she asked, staring up at him while she wrapped her hands around both teachers’ cocks in front of her and started jerking them off. She bounced back on her delightfully curvy ass. “I love presents!”

Mr. Quinton first dug out a black leather collar. On it, written in stark lettering, was, “TEACHER’S PET.” He wrapped it around her neck and cinched it so it was comfortable. She let go of Mr. Corman’s cock and stroked it, beaming.

“I love it, Daddy.”

“Good. Now the rest is something you need to do for your final lesson with us.”

She wrinkled her nose at the thought of homework, but then he pulled out a sizable bottle of lube and a fistful of plugs. “What are those for?” she asked.

Mr. Quinton dropped down behind her with a grunt and set four of the plugs on the coffee table. The last one he held in his hand and applied a generous dollop of lube to its tip. “This is called a butt plug, baby girl. If we tried to put our cocks inside you right now, we’d stretch you out so much it’d hurt you.”

“So… I put these in for now and they get me ready to be fucked in the butt. Is that right?” she said.

Mr. Quinton blinked at her. “Yes. Spot on.”

“Will they hurt?”

He smiled. “No. We’re going to start small. It’ll feel uncomfortable until it doesn’t. When you’re relaxed enough with a small one, you can move on to a bigger one until you feel okay with that too, and so on. Got it?”

She nodded and started stroking Mr. Corman and Mr. McGrath again. Mr. Quinton ran a finger across her bud, and she shivered, wishing they could do it right then and there, fuck her virgin ass. She stuck her finger up there a few times and it felt really good. The tip of his digit slid inside her and she tensed, hoping he’d fuck her with it, push it in to the knuckle and give her some relief. Instead, he swirled it around, removed it, and a new pressure settled in against her bud. The plug. Mr. Quinton slid it in past her ring of resistance. It felt good, but strange, and her butt naturally wanted to push it out. But she liked it too much to remove it, especially the thought of what might happen when she got used to the biggest plug of the bunch.

Mr. Quinton patted her ass. “Good.” He stood up and headed for the kitchen.

“Nice job, Summer,” Mr. Corman said, like she’d just passed another lesson. She beamed up at him, and he pressed his cock towards her face. “Ready for your cocksucking lesson?”

“God, finally,” she breathed.

“Start like you were. Greet it with a kiss and a few licks.”

She grinned and did just that, leaning in to give his tip a friendly kiss and a few lewd licks. “Now mine,” Mr. McGrath said, and she complied, twisting her head his way to kiss and lick his cock too. “A good blowjob’s about reading the room.”

Summer pulled back, her expression souring. “Ugh. Reading? Do I have to? I like just playing with your dicks.”

“It’s an expression,” Mr. McGrath said. “It… never mind. No reading. Let me rephrase that. A good blowjob’s all about knowing how you’re both feeling. Sometimes a guy is going to want something slow and teasing.”

“And sometimes,” Mr. Corman said, taking her by the chin and twisting her head back towards his dick, “a man is going to want you to suck his cock nice and fast. Guess which one I want you to try right now, Summer?”

“Nice and fast?” she asked, and when he nodded, she bounced on her heels. He pressed his cockhead to her mouth, and she opened wide for him, sucking down a dick for the very first time.

Mr. Corman let out a shuddering sigh of pleasure. “Ohhh, fuck yeah.”

“Keep your jaw nice and relaxed, that’s it,” Mr. McGrath encouraged her. “Use lots of tongue but no teeth. Got it?”

“Aught it!” Summer confirmed.

“Now bob your head back and forth,” Mr. Corman said, leaning against the couch cushion and rolling his head back. “Aw, fuck, you’re a natural.”

She came up off him with a questioning look in her eyes. “Is that good?”

“It’s fantastic. Means you didn’t need much of a lesson at all.”

“Yay!”

Mr. McGrath, standing, tapped her cheek with his cock and she turned that way to swallow him down. He gripped a fistful of her hair but didn’t push her further down his cock, letting her get used to the size and speed he liked it, slower and deeper than Mr. Corman. “I like it when a woman looks up at me while she’s sucking my cock.”

Summer did, giving him a blast of those sweet and eager eyes as her lips spread wide around him, her cheeks hollowed out. She looked so fucking incredible sucking their cocks, young and busty and enthusiastic. He couldn’t remember a blowjob this good, even from women far more experienced than Summer, and it all had to do with just how taboo this was.

“Now back to me,” Mr. Corman said.

“Ah, fuck you,” Mr. McGrath growled, but gestured at him anyways. Summer pulled off with a dark and throaty giggle.

“You licked Mr. Quinton’s balls earlier. Try sucking one of mine.”

She did, wrapping her lips around one of his big, meaty balls. She tentatively licked it, then sucked, and waited to be told to do it differently, but all Mr. Corman did was groan his pleasure. She grinned at that and hurried to do the same to Mr. McGrath. He stroked her hair and stared down at her eyes.

“Christ, Summer, you’re great at this already.”

Mr. Quinton rejoined them, naked now and double-fisting bottles of beer. He set one aside, drank deeply of the other, and said to Summer, “Now show me what you showed them.”

“Okay!”

He leaned down and caught her chin with his free hand. “No. Not okay. When I tell you to do something, your response is ‘yes, Daddy.'” His words were stern, but even grumpy old Mr. Quinton couldn’t hide a smile. She knew he was being sexy gruff, not really grouchy teacher gruff like the first day.

Summer grinned up at him. “Yes, Daddy. You might have to spank me later for that.”

“I might,” he said, and gestured at his raging hard prick. She leaned down to kiss its tip and lick his undercarriage a few times, like she had earlier with Sierra — errr… Mrs. Albertson.

As she brought her lips back to Mr. Quinton’s head, Mr. Corman scrambled for his phone and the camera, whispering to himself, “Jesus, this is the hottest fucking thing.” He aimed the camera and took a video of Summer opening wide, staring up at Mr. Quinton in trepidation, sure his huge cock was going to stuff her so full it might hurt. She swallowed his tip, his first inch, and her cheeks started to bulge with the size of him, her lips spread wide. Both Mr. Corman and Mr. McGrath jacked their cocks as she took more and more of Mr. Quinton, her eyes watering.

“Breathe through your nose, that’s it,” Mr. McGrath said soothingly, reaching down to squeeze her ass.

“Urk!” Summer choked out around Mr. Quinton’s dick. It was so hard to concentrate on anything else but that massive member sliding deeper and deeper into her mouth, almost all the way to her tonsils, stretching her mouth, her jaw wide. But with being used like this came heat, so much heat, all of it centered at her core. She reached between her legs, rubbing her pussy, her clit.

Just as it seemed she couldn’t take another inch of him, Mr. Quinton pulled back slowly. Before she could recover, he grabbed the back of her head and plunged his fat dick even further into Summer’s mouth, hitting her tonsils, making her gag. He pulled back again, and she breathed fire out her nose and sucked in another lungful of air. Mr. Quinton fucked into her mouth again, and again, and each time, it felt like she was going to pass out. Then he was pulling out of her entirely, and she twisted her head away, gasping, and Mr. Corman was there, stuffing her face full as she looked up at him.

“I’m not going to fuck your face like him. Suck the first few inches of my cock, and use your hands on my base.”

She nodded as best she could and did just that, bobbing her head up and down his first few inches and wrapping her hands around his cock next to his balls. His cock was slick with her saliva and she could jerk him off easily, but she thought the tongue on the bottom of his tip was really what got him going. Mr. Corman, like he promised, didn’t fuck her mouth, but his hips jumped involuntarily as she bobbed up and down his length.

“Getting… close,” he grunted. “When I come, I want you to drink it down, okay?”

“Mm!” Summer said in agreement. She jerked him faster, and soon he was bucking harder, trying hard with gritted teeth not to fuck her face. Shots of his come hit her tonsils, her tongue, and she swallowed on instinct, trying not to cough any of it up. There was so much of him she couldn’t swallow it all before he was done. Some of it trickled down her chin and she thought she’d get a paddling for that, but instead, when Mr. Corman finished and she pulled back, Mr. McGrath shoved his cock insistently against her cheek and she devoured him too.

Mr. McGrath and Mr. Quinton fought for her mouth’s attention. Mr. Quinton would reach down and tug on Summer’s hair, dragging her lips back off Mr. McGrath’s cock and towards his. He was unmerciful, face-fucking the student with hard, fast thrusts that often hit her throat and made her jaw hurt. Then Mr. McGrath would take back over, pulling her back by her shoulder and guiding her face towards his raging hard cock. She took him much like Mr. Corman, with hands on his root, jacking him as she sucked his first few inches.

Back and forth, and she had no more time to play with herself, because Mr. Quinton’s breathing got real heavy like before he came in Mrs. Albertson. She sucked him down fervently, not sure if he planned on coming in her mouth. She found out soon enough. He pulled back out of her completely and jacked his cock with his hand, aiming at her face.

“Close those eyes,” he said.

“Yes, Daddy,” she whimpered, and Mr. Quinton came with great big wet spurts all over her forehead, her closed eyes, her chin.

“Keep them closed,” Mr. McGrath panted. “I want to fuck your mouth with him on you.”

He drove back into her mouth, not face-fucking her as deep or as hard as Mr. Quinton, but still taking control. Summer fingered her own folds and her clit, rubbing them fast and rocking on her heels. She never thought being used like this could be so hot but she loved it, even with a sore jaw and a raw throat. She took Mr. McGrath deeper, harder, thrusting her head down on his cock, breathing hard through her nose.

I’m a GOOD student. I’m a GOOD student. I’m a GOOD student!

She came with a high keen, her eyes still squeezed shut, her pussy convulsing. Purely by instinct, her mouth widened, jaw relaxed, and the next time she shoved her lips down Mr. McGrath’s cock, she took nearly every inch of him.

“Holy… fuck!” he cried out. “Goddamn, Summer! Goddamn!”

She pulled back, gasping, and devoured him again, slamming her face along his cock. She was still coming, still thrumming her clit and her pussy lips, but her physical pleasure was nothing compared to the thought of this, of taking three teachers’ cocks down her slutty throat, of them coming all over her. And tomorrow? Of them finally fucking her.

Mr. McGrath pulled back, fisting his big cock. “I’m close,” he groaned, and she chased after him, her lips sliding back down his length as he started to erupt, shot after shot after shot of come firing down her throat, along her lips, and though it made her cough and pull off him before he finished, it was so hot, so amazing, so fucking taboo.

She collapsed backwards, some of Mr. McGrath’s come and all of Mr. Quinton’s on her face. She fingered herself wantonly on the rug, hips spread wide, crying out as her back arched. She came again for them, her ass driving up and down as though she were humping one of them. Someone was there, wiping her face down. Mr. Corman. He checked just long enough to make sure she was okay, then he was kneeling over her, his big cock aimed for her mouth again, already so hard, and she grinned, sure she’d get another good grade that night as round two started nearly as fast as round one finished.

* * *

The morning, and with it came trepidation. She woke to a feathery brush of lips against hers and opened her eyes to see Mr. McGrath above her. He carried a breakfast tray loaded with good food — bacon, waffles, fruit, cottage cheese. He sat on the edge of the bed and she joined him, sitting on his lap in her pink boy shorts and nothing else, feeding him bites of food before feeding herself.

“I need to go take care of the other two,” she murmured, and kissed his cheek. He nodded, and she slipped downstairs. Mr. Corman wanted another blowjob and Mr. Quinton had her fuck his cock with her tits while he read the morning paper. They both finished quickly, nearly late for work, and she came back upstairs to find Mr. McGrath preparing her a bubble bath.

“Don’t you need to go to work too?” she asked him.

“What I need to do is right here, and I have all the time I want,” he said. “Benefits of being friends with the principal.”

They sank into the waters together, her magnificent ass to him. He played with her tits, and kissed her neck. “Summer,” he said hesitantly. “Look. We’ve been… not great. Taking advantage of you like this.”

“I’ve been having fun.”

“Good. I’m glad. But a woman’s first time should be how she wants it, with whoever she wants. This doesn’t have to happen. You don’t have to live here. We can make arrangements for you, see that you’re taken care of.”

She turned and looked into his eyes. “Don’t you want me, Mr. McGrath?”

“Yes,” he said simply.

“Good. Because I want you too. I’m kinda feeling something special between you and me. Like… I really don’t want anything else but that big cock inside me.”

“It was so romantic up until that sentence,” Mr. McGrath said, but he grinned and kissed her shoulder again. “Then let’s wash off, and I’ll take you to bed.”

“Ohhh,” she groaned, “I don’t want to go back to sleep. Let’s fuck instead.”

“Um. Yes. Yes, that’s a great idea.”

They washed off, and as she led him back to the bedroom her hand gripping his, she spun and grinned at Mr. McGrath. “I thought of what I’m going to call you, like Mr. Quinton’s Daddy and Mr. Corman’s sir.”

“What’s that?” Mr. McGrath asked, staring down at her shaven cunt and hardening fast.

“Dean. Because I’m going to fuck the other two, but you’re going to be my boyfriend.”

He stopped her and brought his lips to hers, his hands all over her back. “Your boyfriend,” he said, grinning. “I like that. But I’m twelve years older than you. You sure…”

“Oh my God, just put that giant cock inside my pussy already.”

With any attempt at romance out the window, Dean wrapped his arms around his newly minted girlfriend and lowered her to the bed. His student, he marveled. Her big breasts pressed against his chest as he kissed her good and long, his cock against her stomach. She moaned into his mouth, her legs twining around his until he dipped lower. Her big nipples called to him and he sucked one into his mouth. At the same time, he slipped a hand free and reached down to cup Summer’s cunt, stroking her clit with his thumb.

“Dean,” she whimpered, needing him so much, wanting this to last forever. She couldn’t wait until the shot wore off and Dean’s come could make her pregnant just like Mrs. Albertson. A long keen escaped her, and Dean moved further down her body, kissing Summer’s taut stomach, her pelvic muscles…

…her sex.

The teacher made love to his student with his tongue, lapping at her with slow, long licks that ended with him flicking and sucking on Summer’s clit. Her thighs pressed in against his ears, her toes curling. Anticipation already left her wet and wanting. It wouldn’t take long to send her soaring. She reached down, clutching his hair on instinct, panting his name over and over again.

“Dean, ohhh, Mr. McGrath, Deeeaaan…”

He pulled her lips apart delicately with his fingertips, licking deeper into her core, sliding up and over the tip of her lips. His exploration was smooth, masterfully paced, and she flew with him, hips coming up, her orgasm slow and rolling through her every inch. She didn’t remember him flipping her over, but there she was, on her hands and knees for him. A wish crossed her mind, that she could see his face the first time, but Dean wasn’t putting her in that position to fuck her. His tongue slid across her puckered hole, and she gasped. His hands came around, touched her pussy, played with it as he ate out her ass and tasted her forbidden hole. Her teacher, her man, was doing this to her, his student.

The pleasure swelled up inside Summer fast again, and she dropped her head, whimpering, “Yesss, Dean, oh my God, that feels so good…” The second orgasm was a softer thing, but the clarity made it more joyous as she felt him rise along her body, his cock sliding between her ass cheeks as he kissed his way up her back, wanting to taste every inch of her before he took her.

When he reached her neck and brushed aside her still-wet hair, he rolled Summer onto her back. Her hips rocked as he guided his cock between her thighs, and she begged him, “Don’t tease, don’t tease, I need you…”

“I’ve got you, Summer,” he said. He guided himself to her entrance. She wrapped her hands around his neck, all sense of her silliness gone, her mind entirely on one fact that was about to change — she was a virgin.

And then she wasn’t.

Dean took it slow with her, giving her every inch with a slow, steady pace that coaxed the pain away and brought with it an outburst of wild sensations. So full, so warm, so much pleasure. She closed her eyes, her lips against his shoulder, nipping him with the brief pain of it and crying good tears.

“Look at that,” he breathed, “you took every inch of me. ”

She opened her eyes and looked down, and with the pleasure — and yes, the pain, though that was already fading — came pride. “Is that good?”

“Baby, I can count on three fingers how many women have taken that much of me.”

Summer frowned. “So… is that good?”

He laughed softly and kissed her jaw. “Yes. That’s amazing.”

They rocked together, taking their time. Dean’s good-humored eyes stayed focused on Summer’s. Hers closed again. She wanted to look into his, but she was lost to the sensations, the new pleasures. His cock slid alongside a spot within herself she heard about but had never explored for herself, and it made it so good for her. She came again and again, tiny rises and falls. Her legs rose, fell, twined around his again. Her fingers dug into Dean’s back, scratching him. When the pleasure was almost too much to take, he whispered in her ear he was close too, and she cried out, “Come in me, come in me, I want a baby like this someday with you, Dean…”

“Oh, fuck,” he gasped, and filled her, his warmth the most wonderful thing she’d ever felt. And there was so much of him too, and it made her deliriously happy and so desperate for this to be real, that his seed could make a baby in her.

* * *

The three men came through the door in a single line, good-humored but quiet. Summer had been too sore to fuck them after she slept with Dean for the first time. Now she was ready, and greeted them in a silk babydoll, her big breasts rising and falling with her excitement. Her panties barely hid her sex or her ass, and the collar Mr. Quinton bought her was around her neck.

“Mrs. Albertson said you were feisty today,” Mr. Corman said.

“Said you were almost too excited to get anything done,” Mr. McGrath — Dean — said, and she came to him anyways to give him a kiss first.

“I learned how to cook a hamburger,” she said.

“And nearly burned the house down in the process,” Mr. Corman said, pinching her ass.

“That’s unfair,” Summer protested. “Mrs. Albertson was eating my pussy and I got distracted. Besides, I didn’t know you’re supposed to shut the burner off.”

Mr. Quinton hurried into the kitchen after that, but came back soon. “They’re off,” he told the other two.

“Come on, my grade’s a V right now,” Summer said. “That’s like… five letters away from an A!” Mr. Quinton started to say something, stopped, and shook his head. “Please, won’t you all fuck me?” She looked all around at them and grinned. “Plus… I have a surprise.”

“What’s that?” Dean asked her.

She peeled down her panties and bent over, showing off her ass. In it was a plug. THE plug. “Holy. Shit,” Mr. Corman breathed. “That was fast.”

“Uh huh,” she said, beaming. “And I’m comfortable with it too. It feels really good.” She stood back up and put a finger against her lips, turning in a slow circle. “So please, can my sexy teachers fuck me in my slutty student pussy and my slutty student ass tonight?”

The three guys looked at each other and grinned, even Mr. Quinton. “Oh, all right,” he grunted. “Get the lube and meet us in my bedroom.”

“Yay!” Summer shouted. She raced out of the room to do just that.

Mr. Corman leaned in and whispered to Mr. Quinton, “You checked the oven too, right?”

“Shit.”

Once they all finally made it into the bedroom, Dean undressed Summer, little as she was still wearing. She got up on the bed on her hands and knees, and the guys joined her once they were undressed too, forming a loose half-circle around her face. She grinned up at all of them, and asked, “Have I been a good student?”

“The best,” Dean said.

“I’m pretty fond of you,” Mr. Corman said.

“We’ll see how you do with my dick up your ass,” Mr. Quinton said, and she gave him a raspberry. He chuckled and patted her bottom. “You’ve surpassed our expectations.”

“You’ve surprised our exportations,” Summer imitated him, and dove down on his cock before he could say anything.

She still had trouble swallowing down his every inch, but now she could proudly take each man to her throat, and Mr. Corman and Dean beyond. It had only been days and she already sucked dick like no one else they knew, save for Sierra Albertson.

Her secret move was to wind her head back and forth as she licked and sucked, giving more than just the base of their cocks her attention. Mr. Quinton especially liked having his big balls played with, so she cupped them and had some fun while she got him good and hard.

She let him go with a big wet pop of her mouth, grinning up at him before she went for Mr. Corman next. He reached down and palmed her ass, moaning as she sucked him all the way down to his root, taking him deep in her throat on the first thrust. “Baby, you are the best little fucking cocksucker.”

She gave him a thumbs-up as her eyes watered, then she pulled off him. “Do you mean it?”

“I really do.”

“Yay! I’m a good cocksucker!”

Mr. Corman cracked up, but his laughter didn’t last long as she deep-throated him again and again and again, making “glug glug glug” sounds each time. Finally came Dean, her boyfriend. The hottest, sweetest teacher in the world, who always stroked her cheek when he was choking her with his dick.

“Fuck my face while one of them fucks my pussy?” she asked, sugar-sweet.

“How can I say no to that?” Dean said, and stuffed her mouth as she grinned up at him.

“Rock paper scissors for it?” Mr. Corman said hopefully to Mr. Quinton.

“What are we, twelve? Take it. But I get her ass first.”

Everybody froze and looked at him. “Jesus, Nigel,” Mr. Corman said. “You’re going to hollow her out.”

“Mmmm!” Summer said, wiggling her butt.

“You like that idea, baby girl?” Mr. Quinton asked her, smacking her bottom as Mr. Corman lined up behind her. “You want Daddy to be the first to fuck that fine ass?”

She came off Dean with a moan. “Uhhh huh. If I can take you, it’ll be like… like… extra-big credit!”

“Well, then…” Mr. Corman said. He gripped Summer’s ass and shoved his cock into her tight wet pussy.

She threw back her head. “Oh, fuck yes! Fuck me, fuck me hard, Mr. Corman!”

Like she could with Dean, Summer took every inch of Mr. Corman as he fucked into her. There was no holding back on his part, no thought about her pleasure. He fucked her hard and fast right from the start, his tongue poking at the corner of his lips, his eyes intent on her ass as she thrust back at him.

She dropped to suck Dean’s cock. Mr. Corman made it easy for her. Every hard thrust of his hips slammed her forward, driving her mouth along her man’s big, rigid prick. Dean himself watched and took pictures, some of her face as she stared up at him, his cock lodged in her throat. Some where of her ass as Mr. Corman made it ripple with his hard fucking.

She wanted Dean’s full attention, and knew just how to make him jealous. When Mr. Corman pulled back nearly to her entrance, she pulled off Dean’s cock and sucked on Mr. Quinton’s. She still couldn’t quite get all of him into her mouth the way she could Dean and Mr. Corman, but she sure did try and she thought she was getting better at it. Usually Mr. Quinton let her do all the work, but this time he grabbed two fistfuls of her hair and punched his cock in and out of her mouth, his breathing already hard and ragged.

“Gonna fuck that ass, baby girl,” he said. “Going to fill you up so much it’ll feel like you’re going to burst with my come crammed up in there.”

“Ohhh!” she cried out around his tip before he thrust three-quarters of his length back into her mouth, hitting her throat and making her choke. She was a ragdoll between him and Mr. Corman, a fucktoy, a purely sexual object to be used, and Summer loved it. She was coming already, so hard, so fast, her eyes fluttering, rolling up.

Mr. Croman’s thrusts started to become more and more erratic. He growled, “Nigel, pull back.”

Nigel did, and Mr. Corman grabbed a fistful of Summer’s hair. He yanked her back as she gasped and went boneless. Mr. Corman fucked her with wild abandon, slamming his cock into her and making her bounce back and forth, her hands flailing for any purchase as he had her nearly sitting upright on her knees. Mr. Corman released into her with a grunt and four, five powerful thrusts, his come filling her pussy up.