Day Seventeen

Wednesday morning I watched as Hannah reached up to get a book off the top shelf in her locker and winced.

“You ok?” I asked her.

She nodded and sighed wearily. “Just sore.”

I made a sympathetic sound and rubbed my hand up and down her arm. “Rough day yesterday?”

“Yeah, I just hope Mr. Peterson lets us actually study.”

Hannah shoved her book into her backpack and carefully secured the bag on her back. We fell into step together down the corridor toward study hall.

I snorted. “You know he’s going to pick someone to ‘mentor.’ Now that so many of us are eligible he’s like a kid in a candy store.”

Hannah blew a raspberry and rubbed her forehead. “He’s ‘mentored’ me once a week for the last month. You, however, have yet to get any ‘special tutoring.’ I don’t know why he picks on me so much.”

We paused outside the classroom door, hesitant to go in until absolutely necessary.

I rolled my eyes. “Stop complaining whiny pants. Some of us would love his attention right now,” I said, squirming a little. My clitty was eager for some petting.

Hannah’s eyebrows drew together in confusion. “You haven’t been fucked yet today?”

I shook my head quickly to disagree with her. “No no, I have. But I want more and his cock always looks yummy.”

Hannah giggled and reached out to twist my nipple. “Little whore,” she teased.

I laughed with her and as the warning bell rang, we walked in to take our seats. Sure enough, Mr. Peterson was already unbuckling his belt next to his desk.

I raised my eyebrows in her direction, shooting her a ‘told ya so’ look.

“Good afternoon everyone,” Mr. Peterson greeted us as the class settled.

I took my math assignment out to work on and looked up as he continued speaking.

“I thought I’d try something different today for my mentoring selection,” he shared, unzipping his pants. “If everyone could please stand?”

The fifteen or so of us in class all silently stood, chairs scraping harshly against the floor. You could see the confused looks on everyone’s faces at his strange direction. He cupped himself through the thin material of his boxers, already hard. My mouth watered and I tugged on the hem of my skirt as I awkwardly stood next to my desk. I hoped he’d pick me today.

“Excellent. If everyone could bend over their desks please? Ladies, skirts up, panties down. Gentlemen pants down and ass bared.”

Small mutterings of surprise and trepidation echoed around the room as everyone did as he asked. I fidgeted nervously, my bare bottom covered in goosebumps from the cool air of the classroom. I peeked over to look at Mr. Peterson, happy to find that he had pulled his cock out and was casually running his hand up and down its impressive length.

Hannah and I were seated by the windows on the far side of the room. I preferred the front row and Hannah sat behind me. Mr. Peterson walked to the row farthest from us by the door and stood next to one of the desks. Michael, a player from the football team, was bent over, his jock strap riding low just above his ass, the white bulge between his thighs barely visible.

“Have you cum today Michael?” Mr. Peterson asked.

“Yes sir,” Michael said, his head hanging low over the desk.

“And have you been fucked yet?”

“Yes sir,” Michael said, hissing when he felt Mr. Peterson’s hand on his ass cheek.

“Were you the top or the bottom?”

“Bottom sir,” he shared and my mouth popped open in surprise. It was no secret that most of our classmates swung both ways, sex was sex after all. But to have one of our macho football players be a bottom? My pussy clenched at the delicious thought.

“Excellent,” Mr. Peterson said, giving Michael’s ass a loving caress before he moved around so that his cock was in front of Michael’s face. “Suck me,” he ordered.

Michael’s face showed his surprise, but he quickly recovered, opening his mouth wide for Mr. Peterson. The first suck had Mr. Peterson groaning and fisting Michael’s hair hard.

“Not too much boy, just get me wet enough for your ass,” Mr. Peterson explained.

Michael garbled “yes sir” around the fat cock in his mouth and within a minute, Mr. Peterson’s cock was shiny with spit.

Mr. Peterson patted Michael on the cheek and pulled his cock away from Michael’s now eager lips. “Good boy, that’s enough.”

He walked around to Michael’s bare ass and looked up at the class.

“I’m going to fuck each of you anally today.” He paused, waiting for the murmured reactions to his statement to quiet down before continuing. “I’m going to ask you a question around a subject you’re currently struggling in. If you’re able to give me the right answer, I’ll move on to the next person and you can have a free period for the rest of the week. If you’re not able to answer the question correctly, you’ll be fucked until I cum and you’ll try again the next day. Anyone I’m unable to fuck everyone today I will start with where I left off tomorrow. It would benefit you and your classmates to answer your question as quickly and accurately as possible. Understand?”

“Yes sir,” echoed through the class. I was going to get fucked AND have a free period for the rest of the week? Yes sir! was more like it. I wiggled my bottom in anticipation. Since I would be last I knew it was unlikely he could make his way around all the way to me in one period, but I was still excited that it MIGHT happen.

“Now,” Mr. Peterson started, pulling apart Michael’s bottom cheeks. “I understand you’re having difficulty with math.”

“Yes si--ahhh,” Michael groaned as Mr. Peterson pressed his cock into his ass.

“Shh shh,” Mr. Peterson soothed, patting the boy’s side reassuringly. “I’m smaller than Coach Rigby, you can take me.”

Michael nodded and grit his teeth. After a few moments, Mr. Peterson’s balls rested against the back of Michael’s fabric covered ones.

“Now, in order to determine if treatment X is successful in improving eyesight, a research study was conducted from a large population of people with poor eyesight. Three hundred participants were selected at random. Half of the participants...” Mr. Peterson rambled on with the complex math question as his hips pulled back and forth into Michael.

I watched, mesmerized by the ripple of Michael’s ass cheeks as Mr. Peterson fucked into him from behind. The slick slide of dick in an ass could be heard in the almost silent room. The only other thing you could hear after Mr. Peterson finished the question was their harsh breathing. Michael close his eyes, his face scrunched in concentration.

“It’s um,” breathed Michael. “I um--” he stopped speaking to moan loudly as Mr. Peterson adjusted his angle, and based on Michael’s response, hit Michael’s prostate with each stroke.

“That’s it,” Mr. Peterson grunted. “Give it to me.”

His hips slapped against the now damp skin of Michael’s behind.

“Treatment X is likely to improve the eyesight of people who have poor eyesight!” Michael yelled.

With a wet slurp Mr. Peterson immediately pulled his cock out of Michael’s ass. I watched his stretched hole gape for a moment and then Michael stood, adjusting his pants back up. He quickly gathered his things and when he turned I could see wet spot on the front of his pants. Apparently his dick really liked getting fucked.

“Have a nice rest of your week,” Mr. Peterson called out, lining up his dick with the next student’s mouth. “Lube me up,” he said to Sarah.

Apparently Sarah didn’t mind ass to mouth as she slurped his cock down quickly, coming back up to lick his crown eagerly. After a moment, he pulled his hips back, his cock making a satisfied pop out of her mouth as he did. Without a word he walked around to line himself up with her back hole and pressed in steadily.

“Uuuugh,” Sarah groaned at the penetration.

Mr. Peterson chuckled at her response but didn’t relent.

“Your physics teacher shared you’re not doing well in lab this year,” he said, balls bouncing off her pussy as he fucked into her. “Explain to me the difference between centripetal acceleration and centrifugal force?”

Sarah stammered for a few moments, her knuckles turning white as she grabbed the edge of her desk to hold on against the force of his thrusts. She rambled an answer, stopping every few words to moan and push back against Mr. Peterson.

“That’s a good girl,” he murmured, running a hand up her back to hold her in place. He gave her a few more hard thrusts that had her squealing and then abruptly stepped back. “Enjoy your day.”

Her asshole winked once and then she stood, smoothing down her skirt and pulling up her panties. “Thank you Mr. Peterson,” she said quietly.

Mr. Peterson moved through the rest of the row without issue. The longer I watched the depravity, the wetter my pussy grew. At this rate he might just make it through the whole class during this double period if everyone kept getting the answers correct.

He was halfway through when he approached Suzy, holding his cock out to her mouth expectantly. She hesitated a moment and then licked the tip gently.

Impatient and with his cock bobbing on its own from being edged for so long, Mr. Peterson grabbed a fist full of her long hair. He shoved his dick into her mouth roughly making her eyes well up with tears as she gagged. Ever the trooper, Suzy let him fuck her mouth roughly without complaint. Satisfied that he was sufficiently lubed he pulled out of her mouth and gave her a mild slap on the face.

“Mr. Peterson can you please fuck my pussy?” she asked meekly as he nudged her asshole with his cockhead.

He paused for a moment and considered. “Does your card say your ass is off limits?” he asked.

You needed a permission slip from a parent and signed by a doctor to be fucked at school - one for each hole - and not every student had one.

She shook her head sadly and mumbled, “I don’t like anal.”

He laughed evilly and used his large hands to spread her ass cheeks so the thin skin between them stretched painfully wide. “Not my problem,” he said dryly and pressed his cock into her.