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Slutty Schoolgirls Ch. FINAL (Lilypichu) (Patreon Exclusive)
🕑 Added 2023-01-03 02:00:02 +0000 UTCA nerdy Lily was once requested, so I thought I'd provide that!
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"And that's all we have for today, everyone. Remember, the problems from chapter four are due in two days. Any final questions?"
One hand shoots up in the air, and you sigh.
"Does anyone else have any questions?" You ask, causing a few students to release muffled giggles.
You clasp your hands together after a few seconds of silence. "Alright, then. See you on Wednesday!"
You lock eyes with the one student who still had her hand up and jut your chin toward your desk.
You walk back and take a seat, sighing. She walks up to you, clasping a few notebooks to her chest. She stares at you with wide eyes, and she pushes up her wire-rimmed glasses before continuing.
"Hello, Sir," she speaks through her braces. "I was wondering if the quaternion group under vector multiplication was an example of a non-abelian group."
"...yeah, I believe it is," you think to yourself for a moment. "But... hold on, we haven't even learned about that yet. Why do you ask?"
"Oh, I know we haven't gotten to it yet!" She smiles. "I just wanted to get ahead in the textbook."
"Uh-huh..." You nod. "You know, this isn't what I'd have ever expected from you a few weeks ago," you continue. "Did something change? You seem very interested in the content all of a sudden."
Her eyes widen for a moment. "Oh, um... I just realized I really like this class. And you're a really, um... a really nice professor," she flushes.
"Oh. Well, I'm glad you enjoy it. And I'm glad you participate in class as much as you do."
Well, I certainly wouldn't mind if she participated a little less...
"Of, course, Sir! Anything for you!"
You blink.
"I mean, I just, uh... I think I have to go now. Um... Bye!"
She nearly runs out of the room subtly shaking her head to herself, and you bite back a smirk.
Ah, the good old days of trying to impress hot professors. Never thought I'd end up on the other side of things.
If I was interested in her, I'd love to add her to my collection, but she's not my type.
Unless... I could make her my type...
...
You sit back in your chair with your afternoon coffee and flip to the next page, grinning as you recognize the familiar name of the next student's paper you were grading.
Ah. We've been fucking so much, she must not have had much time to write this.
You thumb through the three-page report, occasionally underlining sections and leaving question marks on the obvious nonsense.
"Leslie, you should have put more effort into this paper. I mean, even the number of misspelled words is nuts."
"Sor-glick-ry Sir. glick glick," Leslie releases from beneath your desk, repeatedly interrupted by your cock blocking her air passage. She pants as she slurps your shaft with passion, while you apathetically continue looking at the paper.
"You're making up for it a little, though," you grin slightly, reinvigorating her pace.
"Thank you, Sir," she says. "I... really love your cock..." She moans out as she jerks it off in her hand and moves down to kiss your balls, entranced.
"I can see that. If you want to pass this class, however, you might want to show me just how much you love it..."
She immediately resumes her blowjob, trying her hardest to make you cum.
The classroom door opens, and a short girl slowly peers her head in.
"H-hello, Sir..." She says, with a voice that almost sounded too high-pitched to be real. But you knew it was since you'd heard her speak in class.
"Ah, Lily!" You beckon for her to come in, using your other hand to push Leslie off of your dick. "How are you?"
She steps inside, revealing her formal plaid skirt and white buttoned shirt, no longer hidden behind books like it normally was.
Maybe it was just because of how aroused Leslie's sloppy deepthroating had made you, but your eyes scanned over her soft thighs and slim waist, suddenly finding the chaste, innocent girl much more attractive than you'd ever thought she was before. Even her nerdy glasses framed her face nicely, and you start wondering what she'd look like without them.
Hmm...
"I'm fine, Sir. I looked for you in your office, but you weren't there, so I thought I'd check your classroom..." She meekly says, twiddling her thumbs as she slowly walks to your desk.
"Oh, sorry about that," you reply, pushing Leslie away from your cock again, where her mouth was automatically gravitating. "I like to grade here sometimes."
"...ok," she softly replies.
"So..."
"Huh?" She looks up nervously, seeming a little jittery.
"Why did you want to see me?" You clarify.
"Oh, um... I..." Her face flushes red. "I was wondering if you could h-help me with some p-parts of the textbook. That I, um, wasn't understanding."
You raise an eyebrow, but she doesn't notice.
"I see. Well, have a seat!" You innocently play along, and she obliges. As she sits, her skirt rides up on her thigh, and she quickly smooths it back down, to your disappointment.
Hmm... I wonder if she'd let me...
"You know, Lily..."
She jolts at the motion of her name and quickly sits upright.
"Are you sure you need help? You're one of the most hardworking students in the class."
A nerd. But I'm not going to say that.
"Um... I was just... really struggling with this one..." She brings her textbook out of her bag.
You quietly zip your pants up, making Leslie inaudibly whimper in agony.
"I see. Well, I'd be happy to help you with any parts you're confused about," you kindly say, putting her more at ease.
"Why don't we get started?" You say, walking toward her.
"O-ok! Well, after the first part of, uh... Chapter... s-seven, I was confused about how it connected to the... um..." Her voice trails off as she looks up at you, seeing you standing directly in front of her desk.
"...s-s-sir?" She stutters out, tilting her chin away from your gaze.
"Yes?" You ask, looking down at her.
"You're... close..." She gulps.
"Oh, you don't like it? Ok, I'll move..."
You move behind her, smirking to yourself.
"So, um..." Her breathing quickens, and you can see her chest expanding and contracting much faster than normal.
You put your hand on her back, and she jumps a little but continues talking.
"I wasn't sure if I was u-understanding problem eleven correctly..."
Your hand slowly slides across her back to her shoulder, then back.
"S-sir?" Her shoulders tense.
"You seem nervous, Lily," you lean in, whispering in her ear. "I'm just trying to help you relax."
She leans back in her chair, letting your hand, now joined by your other one, roam her back and gently press into her soft flesh.
You boldly reach one forward until your fingers dig under the v-neck of her top, and she immediately reacts, snapping her head backward.
"Sir, what are you doing?" She cries out.
You stare at her for a few seconds, giving Leslie just the opportunity she needed to slink out from under your desk and softly tip-toe out of the door.
"Nothing," you say, pulling away.
"Sir, I'd like to... get help with studying, please..." She remains tense as she turns to face away from you again.
"Mmm... I don't think so," you reply, leaning in close again.
"W-what do you mean?"
"Lily..." You whisper in her ear again. "We're not on chapter seven. So what exactly do you need help with?"
She bites her lip and scrunches her face, realizing she had been caught red-handed.
You grin at her reaction. Seeing her potential, you decide to keep pushing.
"It's ok, Lily. I know why you came here..."
"Y-you do?"
"Yup. Sometimes we can't contain our feelings. We just want to see those we're crushing on... in private..."
"S-sir, I assure you, it's nothing like that-"
You put your finger to her lips, quieting her.
"Don't lie. I see how you look at me in class."
She turns redder, embarrassed at the fact that you could see right through her. She slowly nods, still silent.
"Maybe I could help you out."
"...what?" She finally speaks.
"Lily... close your eyes for a second..."
To your surprise, she immediately follows your request without question.
You gently take her textbook off the desk and set it aside.
Taking a deep breath, you get behind her and reach down with both hands, feeling a building sense of excitement.
Your fingers reach her small breasts and squeeze them through her shirt.
Her eyes snap open.
"W-what are you doing?" She reaches down and pushes your hands away.
"Shh, Lily, let it happen," you whisper.
"But... it's wrong to do that."
"It's only wrong if you don't want it," you reply.
You knew it wasn't true, but you got the feeling that she was too flooded with varying emotions to realize it.
As she idles in indecision, you take action, reaching your fingers over her shoulders again and moving them down until they reach her thighs. You gently stroke her inner thigh, slowly spreading her legs and dragging your fingers up and down her leg.
"Sir... that's... I don't know..." She says, pushing her legs closed.
You continue teasing them apart, feeling her resistance faltering.
You decide to go all in and reach down for her panties, where you press three hot fingers up against her fabric.
Just like you expected, it was already a bit damp, and you gently rub a few circles.
"N-no... my p-parents... said this is wrong..." She groans out, clutching your arm.
"Your parents said what?"
"That... sex... is bad. I shouldn't do it."
You laugh. "Lily, this isn't sex. I'm just touching you."
"But... my parents said touching myself is wrong too..."
Wow, she's really an innocent, obedient girl, hm? Listening to everything her parents say, even as an adult on her own in college...
"Well, you're not touching yourself. I'm doing it."
"Oh... Ah~~ I guess..." She slips. "I guess... it's... n-no..."
You encourage her, rubbing circles faster and faster.
"It's ok, Lily. You're not doing anything wrong. Besides, I'm not some boy. I'm your teacher. You can trust me, right?"
"Y-yeah... I think..."
In one last effort to resist, she tries to close her legs so she could think straight, but you shut her down immediately.
"Lily, keep them open," you demand.
She anxiously obliges, leaving you with free access to her silky, smooth legs.
"Mmm..." You groan in her ears "You're so soft down there, Lily..."
Her thighs twitch at your words.
"Oh?" You whisper in her ear, now gently brushing your lips across her earlobe.
"What's happening, Lily?" You tease as your hands slide closer and closer to her core, making her breath hitch in her throat. "Anything I need to investigate?"
Your hands slide underneath her soaked panties, and you gently dip a finger into her folds.
"AH~~~"
She cries out in a moment of uncontrolled ecstasy before shutting herself up.
"All that from one touch? Mmm, you really like this, hm?" You tease, planting a little kiss on the back of her neck to rile her up.
All remnants of her resistance had vanished, and her hips respond to your fingers, begging for more.
"W-w-w-well, I've never done this myself..."
"Never?" You ask, genuinely surprised.
She nods. "I'm not supposed to... my parents said..."
Ha.
You grin. "Oh, don't you worry. I'll do it all for you."
Her legs spread further, and she grips her desk tightly, trying to hold back the dizzying waves of pleasure she was feeling for the first time.
"Mmm... your pussy is so fresh... and tight. Shit, I can already feel it swelling... you're getting close, aren't you?" You hold back a laugh.
She nods silently, overwhelmed by the barrage of new sensations.
"Tell me when you're about to..." You say.
"I think I'm... about to..." She replies instantly, showing no ability to restrain herself.
You pull away and stand up.
Her hands reach for her skirt, but you quickly grab and stop them.
"No. That's wrong, remember?"
"Wha-what are you talking about?"
"It's wrong for you to touch yourself. Your parents said so."
"But... you..." She sputters, flustered.
"Listen, I have papers to grade. How about this? Come back in one week, and I'll get you off. Completely. But until then... no touching. Not from you, and not from anyone else."
She stares at you, realizing what you were asking of her.
She reluctantly nods, looking down at the wetness she had left on the chair.
"And clean that up."
...
You walk into class, smirking as you prepare yourself for the look on Lily's face.
"Hello everyone," you say, setting down your bag and looking at the front row. Your eyes quickly look over the whole row, and her familiar face isn't there.
You hesitate, scanning over the entirety of the class, but she's nowhere to be found.
"...let's continue our discussion from last time."
...
"Mmm... nice job down there, Imane," you groan.
She hums in happiness from below your desk, where Leslie was three days ago. Her hands and lips are wrapped around your cock, and her technique was so pleasing that it was hard to focus on grading.
Her occasional butt wiggles made you want to put her head down on your desk and tear her apart.
But I don't have time for that. Maybe later.
"Sir!"
You jolt your head up.
"Oh. Lily..." You sigh in relief. "What are you doing here? You weren't in class yesterday."
You keep your eyes on her, and you notice how her thighs subtly rub together as she stands awkwardly at your door entrance. You bite back a devilish grin.
Oh yeah. I'm gonna have some fun.
"Sir, I..."
"I told you to come back in... a week, no?" You say, trying to sound completely unassuming.
"Yes, Sir, but I... couldn't... um..."
"Speak up, Lily. Say it."
"I couldn't wait that long," she finally reveals, turning a deep shade of red.
"Mmm..." You look down at your papers "Bad girl."
"W-what?!?" She cries out, surprised.
"I told you to come back in a week, and I'll get you off."
"But, Sir, I... I need it!" She blurts out, walking toward your desk.
You look up again, with intrigue and interest.
"You... need it?"
She slowly nods.
"I... can't stop thinking about it. Your... fingers," she admits, crushing her face as she admits it.
Hmm... maybe she'd be a fine addition to my collection after all.
"Poki, you can go," you wave her out.
Lily stares, her jaw dropped, as she watches Poki groan, stand up with a dejected sigh, and walk to the door.
"Hey Lily," Poki curtly says before leaving.
"So... back to you," you redirect her attention. "I'll make you a deal."
She nods quickly and walks up to your desk. "Yes?"
"I'll get you off, but only if I get to teach you a lesson... about patience and endurance."
"Ok! Um... what does that mean?"
"I'm gonna fuck your face."
"Oh..." She says, staring blankly back at you. "You mean... like a.... blowjob?" She timidly asks, clearly not used to pronouncing such a word.
“No. Not a blowjob. You are gonna sit down while I fuck your face. I’m gonna use you as a meat hole.“
"Uh... why?"
So I can make you a slut.
"So you can prove to me that you've earned this."
...
"MmMMmmMM..." She groans out as you thrust into her throat, holding her head in your hands and pumping it up and down.
"Ahh, fuck..." You let out a pleasant sigh as you continue holding her black locks and fucking her mouth-pussy.
Her hands grip your thighs, trying to push you away.
You pull away, giving her a second to breathe.
"Sir..." She gasps out. She was sitting on her knees while you rested in your comfortable chair, but you could still see the wetness drenching her panties from how high her skirt had ridden up.
"Nope. Not yet."
"But - MMPHmmMM!" Her throat becomes your cock-sleeve once again, and she faithfully keeps her teeth away from your shaft, as you had directed.
You keep it up for a few more minutes. Her tongue remains dormant at the bottom of her mouth, but it hardly mattered, as the tightness of her throat and the mixture of unintelligible sounds coming from her were more than enough to bring you to the edge. She's clearly struggling to take it all, but you push her well past her limit.
Her hands slowly loosen their resisting grip on you, and they drop to her side. Likewise, her throat loosens as her mouth gets adjusted to your girth, and you start reaching even deeper into her throat.
You stare up at the ceiling, taking in the sensation.
She becomes little more than a hole to shove your cock into, and hearing her cries of dislike fading into silence, filled only by the collision of your balls onto her chin, arouses you to the brink.
"Yes, I'm gonna cum..." You warn her, not giving her a moment of respite.
You thrust her head down a few more times, making her stifle a gag as you twitch inside her throat. She starts to get lightheaded from the lack of air.
You flood her throat with your cum, making her squeal as all of your seed flows down her esophagus.
She convulses in surprise and shock, but you hold her down, releasing yourself entirely into her body.
"Holy shit..." You pull away, panting. You look down at her, seeing the mess she had become.
Her hair was a complete mess, her slight eye makeup was running down her cheeks from the tears that had formed, and she was simultaneously gagging and coughing up cum. Her chest heaves as she recovers from the rough treatment, and you watch her as she recovers for a moment.
“You did well. Come back when the week is over and I’ll get you off.”
She opens her mouth to speak, but her voice comes out completely broken and hoarse.
"Don't try to speak."
She slowly stands up, gripping your desk to assist her.
"And wear something a bit... sluttier next time," you say. "Maybe a shorter skirt and a crop top. Try to lose the glasses too."
Her head is still too foggy to fully process what you were saying, but she nods slowly.
You watch as she grabs her things and walks out, looking like a zombie, with some cum still dripping from the corner of her mouth.
...
"Woah."
You drop your pen as you see a familiar figure walk in. She steps forward with less of the nervous, anxious gait you had become familiar with.
Her hair was styled back into a cute ponytail, and her skirt was even shorter, to the point that you could see the bottom of her petite butt when she faced sideways. Her breasts seemed to stick out further due to the tight shirt that revealed her flat midriff.
"Sir..."
"Yes?"
"Is that what you wanted?" She asks, lifting up her skirt slightly.
"Absolutely. Holy shit..."
She grins.
"You know, I didn't think you'd actually do it. I thought you'd never come back after... that."
"I..." She hesitates. "I didn't mind."
"You didn't mind?"
"Mmhmm. But now you owe me."
"I owe you?!? Where is this assertiveness coming from?" You genuinely inquire.
She sits down at her desk and looks up at you, with a swirling lust barely evident in her eyes.
"...ah."
You recognize a subtle hint of the same look that you had seen in all the girls you had made yours.
"I see. Well, in that case..."
...
"Yes... YES... AH~~" She grips your arm tightly and digs her nails into your arm as she cums, feeling the euphoric effects of orgasm for the first time in her life.
"Oh, godddd..." She groans out as she becomes an unraveling mess in your hands.
To your surprise, she turns her face around and kisses you on the lips. Her very inexperienced tongue has no idea what to do, but you humor her for a few seconds while she gets over the high.
"Wow..." She pants out.
"Good. I want you to wear this to school tomorrow," you casually say.
"W-what?!?" She blurts, some of her anxious, underconfident self coming out again. "I can't wear this!"
"Oh, yes you can. You wore it to meet me here, so just wear it to class! Oh, and lose the glasses, and the braces, if possible. Trust me, the boys aren't gonna be able to keep their eyes off of you." You tilt her chin up.
...
Each time the door opens, you whip your head up. But each time, it's some random student, and you sink back down again. Some of the girls whose pussies you had become acquainted with wave to you, but you ignore them, only searching for one person.
Finally, right as you're about to give up, a certain girl walks in, wearing exactly what you had hoped she would.
She strides to her seat in the front row with an air of confidence, and you can make out the gasps of surprise as the rest of the class sees her walk in wearing skimpy clothing and makeup.
A few of the boys sitting in the back look at each other in disbelief, and slowly exchange a few words before nodding in agreement.
You catch her eye and smile at her. She smiles shyly, clearly not expecting the attention she was receiving, but not disliking it.
...
You wink to Lily as she picks up her bags and leaves. But her attention is quickly turned elsewhere, as one of the boys who was sitting at the back speaks to her.
She's a bit flustered, but she manages, and they swap contact details before he heads out with a wave.
Wow. Look at her. Already fetching numbers.
...
You sit down at your desk again, in a grumpy mood.
What luck. Not a single one of my girls was available to come today...
What's the fun of grading if no one's giving me a heavenly sight on my lap?
You look up at the calendar, counting the days.
Only a month left until school ends.
Speaking of which...
It's been a month since I saw Lily last outside of class.
Even then, she's been coming to class less and less. I wonder...
Right on cue, a familiar figure strolls into your class.
"Wow, Lily! I was just thinking about... you..." Your voice trails off as you take in her appearance and posture.
She carried none of the awkward, shy, or socially anxious traits she had carried before.
She stood with confidence, and as she smiles, you notice her pearly white showing themselves, unhindered by braces.
"Wow. Lily, what happened to you?"
"I got invited to some parties," she responds, setting her purse down on a desk.
"And..."
"I didn't know how to act at first. But then some boy said he wanted to fuck me, so I let him. And then they all came in and took turns."
You nearly spit out your sip of coffee, and you look up at her, seeing her nonchalantly examining her painted nails.
"You... let them...?"
"Fuck me. All of them. Yup!"
You raise an eyebrow.
"Yeah, it was fun. There was a lot of cum, and a few of them cheated on their girlfriends to do it, but I didn't mind."
"Oh my..." You mutter to yourself.
She sits up on your desk, scoots closer and swats the papers out of the way, and drapes one leg over, revealing a healthy slice of her thigh from behind her skirt.
"So, why are you here?" You ask.
"I wanted to fuck. After that first party, I went to a lot more, trying out all kinds of different boys. But those boys are average at best, and they came way too quickly. I have a feeling... that you won't."
She spreads both of her legs in your direction, revealing her lack of panties and bare-shaven pussy.
"Woah. How did you... become like this?" You ask.
She snickers. "Really, Sir? Don't play coy. You did this for me. You taught me how to take a dick properly. After that one lesson you gave me, I realized that this was what I'm meant for. I couldn't stop thinking about it. I touched myself every night trying to achieve the same pleasure, but I couldn't. Even fucking those boys, I couldn't. Either their dicks were too small, or they weren't willing to go all the way like you were."
"And that's why you want me," you finish.
"Of course. So..." She starts shamelessly rubbing her pussy. "You want to try?"
"Turn around, slut."
She strips off her dress and spins around on your desk. She gets on her hands and knees, lowers her chest to the table, and props her ass in the air.
"Up to you. Whichever hole suits you, Sir."
Fuck, what a gorgeous slut.
Your pants drop to the floor, and you eye both of her holes.
You push yourself into her pussy first, feeling her exquisite tightness envelop you.
"Damn... you're still tight after all those boys?" You ask as you bottom out inside of her with ease. She barely releases a groan as she takes you in.
"They couldn't do much. Some of them said they would "destroy my pussy", but I think I destroyed their dicks instead."
You chuckle. "Atta girl."
You smack her ass and jiggle the flesh around, admiring how she twerked her ass back on your cock whenever you pushed in.
"Where'd you learn to do that?" You ask, now ramping up the pace.
"Porn," she plainly replies.
"I hope your parents didn't find out," you reply.
She finally releases a groan as you grab both of her butt cheeks and ram your girth inside, wanting to make her a quivering mess in your hands like she'd been the first time you had introduced her to orgasm.
"Oh, they didn't. I had an orgy one night when they were away, but we cleaned up very well."
"Hmm, think I could join in next time?"
"Mmm... Ah~ Of course, Sir. Some of the girls were asking about you. They weren't surprised to learn you were the one who taught me. A few of them said they'd be coming to you for - A-Ahh~~~" She bites her lip as you graze her g-spot. "For private lessons."
The thought of even more girls being interested in you turns you on, and you plant one knee on your desk to abuse her g-spot, attacking it relentlessly. Her hands can barely grip the shaking table as she releases guttural moans, and she spills out dirty talk.
"Oh, yes, sir, fuck me pleeeease... mmm, teach me how to be a good slut... yessss, a good little fucking slut..."
"You want me to tame you, hm?" You ask, pulling out as she was moments away from orgasm.
"Ye-OHHHH!" She screams as you plunge yourself into her butt, barely lubricated. The pain was pure bliss for her, and as her tight walls slowly expand to accommodate your sudden entry, she had already passed over her orgasm.
"Fuck... how many guys have used this before?" You ask.
"...almost none... they can't handle it... feel like their dicks are gonna burst..." She laughs.
"Hmm, can't blame them..." You say, pulling her knees apart and laying her flat on your desk.
"It takes practice to fuck a hole like this..."
"Mmmmmm... please, fuck me every day..." She begs. "I need this so much. I'll fuck you in front of the whole class if that's what it takes..."
You amp up your pace, still almost in disbelief that this was the same girl who was stuttering while trying to impress you all those weeks ago.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum..." You say, suddenly realizing that her tightness, as well as the way her groans elicited a deeper, stronger force out of you, were bringing you close.
"Yes... give it to me! I've needed it for so long..."
You pull her off of the desk and onto the floor, where she immediately realizes what your plan was. She sits on her knees, looks up at you furiously jerking off, and sticks her tongue out.
You burst, landing ropes of cum all over her face, hair, and tits. She sits patiently, soaking in every drop you gave her.
You push your tip into her mouth, and she obediently cleans it, all while never breaking eye contact.
"Satisfied, Sir?" She asks, after pulling away.
"Very."
Comments
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