Episode 285: GROWS ANAtomy

Horton-Dexter High School! At the beginning of 2nd period classes!

“Wow! Did you change dresses?”

“I did!” Dakota McKellen walked into Roger Dundee’s science class with her desk partner Maynard Smooth. “Like it?” Maynard only saw her on the way in, missing her quick change outdoors where the Jock Flock and the Swallowers usually hung out. She stripped right out of her former outfit in all of her glory. Snooze you lose Smoothie!

“Uhhh! You’re wearing more shoelaces than all of the tennis shoes in my closet.” His eyes were like saucers, “And I own a lot! Furlong is going to love this one. Has he seen it on you yet?”

“Yep! He watched me change. And where were you to miss out on my fabulous booty? I haven’t seen him since he was outside before school, but I know he loved it. It’s my birthday and I’m going to do whatever I want. Present to myself!”

“You’ve definitely got half the birthday suit on. That there is a whole lot of skin.” Everyone around her was thinking the very same thing. Once she entered science class her teacher the studly Roger Dundee who sat at his desk facing the doorway instantly turned his seat hide an obvious erection. She looked way too much like her mother Josie and wearing that laced up two piece of front and back powder blue was like being struck by lightning. A brief recall of seeing Dakota’s bare ass, clam and all a week ago when she wore butt zipper jeans, he was still picturing it. Of course, he had no idea that he truly saw her sister Sable like that, the twins switching identities the day Sable had her braces removed. Regardless, Dakota or Sable he saw greatness.

“Did you see Dundee’s reaction after seeing you?” Maynard whispered with a chuckle. “This is going to get good.”

“You know it Smoothie! I’m not hiding anymore. If Piper and my mom can streak, I can at least get close to it. No, I can top them.”

“All the way in Connelly’s class I hear. Damn Kota, you’re playing with fire.”

“I AM fire!” She razzed him then took her seat up on the provided barstools with a short back for Lumbar support. Riiight! A front row seat with nothing to block her lap Roger easily saw her virgin pussy exposing itself to him. Tempted to call her out over it he chose to risk things a bit further. Even he had heard the murmurs of her Calculus exhibition and hallway nudity. Like Dakota he sadly agreed with her. If momma could get away with worse than she already was then she could. His biggest issue was getting too turned on by the girl.

“What can I bitch about. Mimi Alexander fucked me outdoors with everyone watching. If I bitch, she bitches and would be in the right for saying it. I’m shocked Kevin Fowler hasn’t yelled at me. After Mimi walked into the teachers’ lounge in her cat suit, rather boots and tail then straddled Dewey he has to be pissed at both of us. The guy is hopelessly in love with Squeaky, but I fear he’s going to get his heart broken even worse. That Officer Potter is going to end up taking shit out on Kev here soon for jumping up on his car and threatening him. Dew and I really need to take Kev out for a beer and talk this through.” Roger could not stop sneaking peeks at Dakota’s twat. “Fucking beautiful!”

With everyone seated, cheerleaders to the back wearing skirts equally as short as Dakota’s was this hour would prove challenging. At least the Peppies’ were obstructed better by other students. Trouble was, he had already seen the entire pep squad naked, over half fondling his cock before Mimi interrupted them. Then there was Detention last Friday to kick it all off. Even more he had committed to Detention tomorrow too. He knew darn well he would be fucking some if not all of those cheer whores. “Why me?” As long as he remained in his chair.

There was no masking a monster erection filling his jeans out, his penis was dangling tightly down his left pant leg. “Sorry Piper but I’m stealing your mojo ... FUCK ME!” There was no comfort in his jeans, they were too darn snug. Wrestling with it would be obvious. “I give up! Come on, everyone knows I’m fucking Piper, now Mimi. Hell, cheerleaders had me naked by the birch tree. You know what? I’m done hiding.” Dakota’s words exactly!

His door still open Roger decided to get up and close it. In doing so he instantly heard the girls in class swooning. To the back Octavia Bradley called out. “SWING IT, ROG!” laughter following. Shaking his head, he ventured to the door and looked out to see down the hallway. Travis Herbert stood alone outside of the girl’s bathroom waiting on his ladder assistants and Sable. Rog did not want to know. With no signs of activity otherwise he closed his door and stepped out in front of his desk.

“That’s enough cheering, Octavia. Save it for the playing field.”

“Ohhh, no! You can’t check me or anyone else. My girls had your pants off.” Those who were unaware dropped their jaws and darted their gaze between he and the ebony mouth. Now everyone knew. No blushing, Roger put his palms in the air.

“Fine! You got me! Yesterday changes everything. Dress code gone! My pants MIA yesterday...”

“Shirt too!” Pricilla Vincent chimed in. “Down to his socks people!” The mumbles were all favorable from the girl’s side. “Too bad Mimi cock blocked us.”

“Hey now! That’s enough of the language.”

“Fuck that!” Octavia spoke out. “Nothing around Horton-Dexter is ever going to be the same. Other schools say and do worse. I’m all for the open whore policy. Door too!” She pointed at the entrance. “Every guy in this room wants to see us Peppies’ strut our stuff. Every girl in this room wants to see you strut yours. Right, ladies?” The girls went ballistic and shared begging and yearning poses. There were more clasped hands right now than most church services. Caught off guard by that, Roger puffed his cheeks. “RIGHT GUYS?”

The pleas of young Senior lust vented from Nerd to Jock to those stuck in between. Not one student reacted negatively. “TAKE IT OFF!” Hank Bloomberg made it clear his desires. “Uhh! The Swallower’s! Sorry, Mister Dundee.” He did not want to look gay, so not gay.

“Okay, if you insist.” Dakota McKellen slipped from her stool and rapidly plucked up the hem of her skirt and rolled her blue dress up and over her head. Daring her fate, she stepped around Maynard into the aisle and marched right out in front of the entire class shaking her booty and her titties. “Here Roger! Hang on to this until class is over.” Tossing her dress at him she moved behind him on the sly. He was speechless in the moment. Hell, nobody was even mumbling. They all expected him to blow a gasket. Dakota took the biggest risk of her life and hugged Roger from behind, her nipples felt along his spine through his thin button-down shirt. Hands palming his abdomen she whispered, “It’s my birthday.”

“Happy birthday! You need to get dressed.”

“Make me!” Defeated he lowered his head and shook it. In a final bout of conscience, he tossed her dress aside. Now the natives came alive with low pitch versions of “Hell yes!” and “I’m in love.” Octavia and Priscilla looked at one another with awe then both jumped from their seats to race up front to join Dakota. In their waltz through class, they both removed their dresses. The howls went from whisper to supersonic. Maynard Smooth recorded the action and quickly fired off videos to the Jock Flock. Naked and rubbing up on Roger he stood immobile and knew he was in trouble.

“Well! The topic of the day was the human anatomy.”

Dakota beat everyone to the punch and slid her left hand from his abdomen down over his belt and gripped the thick bulge of his hidden beast. Octavia and Priscilla followed her lead and all three shared in a pinching grip cloaking the full length of Bill Thigh Science Guy. Big titties right up against three sides of him he grew even harder. The only solution he had was to calm the voices and place a finger to his lips. Silenced, the class just waited on what came next.

Octavia took point and reached for his zipper, lowering it she looked out at the class with a bubbly expression. No words spoken she made Dakota and Priss remove their hands long enough to fulfill her mission. Digging inside his jeans she found no underwear and carefully brought out his cock. Eyes closed Roger awaited uncontrolled wolf calls that never came. Winking at the class Octavia crouched down, Priscilla joining her and the two of them worked together to stroke his beast.

Dakota a bit in the dark abandoned her post behind Roger and walked around her friends. Seeing them nurturing his beast Dakota bulged her eyes. Whoa! Further than expected! She presumed this would only be a bold statement of accepted nudity. Peering up at Dakota, the cheerleaders motioned her to hold it with them. She wasn’t ready for this part; it gave her goosebumps. Only hearing boys praising Dakota for her beautiful backsplash relaxed her nerves.

Roger kept his eyes sealed, uncertain what to say without making matters worse. Like Dakota, girls were quietly complementing Roger for his reluctance to stop it. A few other girls left their seats and surrounded Roger. Remaining dressed they at least joined in touching him, squeezing his butt through his jeans. Clearing his mind of all things negative Roger recalled being blown by Deidre Selby in the hallway. Last Friday covering detention he had these bitches naked with Piper Cherry. He knew he had to cover detention on Friday again, so pussy was going to be sampled. Piper and Josie, even Mimi were guilty of playing with students. “Fuck it! All I have to lose is my career and freedom once I go to jail. Precursor to hell!”

Dakota did not want to appear gun shy. Sucking up her confidence she moved closer and looked directly down at the ladies stroking him off. Biggest risk yet, Dakota touched her tummy directly up against Roger’s warm sticky urethra. From there she set out to unbuckle his belt and unfasten the button. Tugging out his shirt tails she then began unbuttoning his shirt. A bit of help from Heather Briggs to his right side he found his shirt opened and girls dragging it from his upper body. From behind Sheena Anders worked at lowering his jeans past his ass cheeks but stopping there. Hands were all over him now. Even more girls found the nerve to circulate in to get at least a touch. Roger refused to open his eyes, mentally counting twelve hands caressing or beating him off.

Dakota stood firm with his crown touching her belly. Octavia and Priscilla wanted to suck him off, but this first-time event meant taking things a tad slower. They were open to rethink that theory. Like Roger they knew they were fucking him after school tomorrow anyway. Even if they had to rape the guy. Sheena knelt down behind Roger and kissed his butt cheek before reaching under him to hold his bulbous scrotum. He tensed at her kneading nails. His expression said it all. Peering up at their temporary deity Octavia and Priss worked at beating him off harder. Breathing becoming heavy Roger knew he was ready to detonate. Uncertain who exactly stood in front of him he just pictured each one of the girls in his class. Twenty-two to be precise. He lost count at seventeen.

With a guttural groan the girls brought him to a quaking climax. His nut firing off in savage threads struck Dakota time after time. Six grunts of glue shot her directly under her belly button, the trickles flowing down over her thin bikini tower, with droplets cascading her clit. “OH, MY GOD! OH, MY GOD! OH, MY GOD!” she rambled in her thoughts and danced in step. With a triumphant twist Dakota turned to face the students and threw her hands in the air. “IT’S MY BIRTHDAY! YAAAAAY MEEEEE!” Icing on the cake!

Maynard captured Roger’s jizz all over her lower region and grinned. Now Octavia and Priscilla took turns sucking Roger’s dick. Hands holding him erect at every angle he felt lips kissing his chest, his back, his hips. His brain was melting. Dakota sampled Roger’s cum licking her fingers then giddily moving around the room to offer other girls a taste directly from her body. Sheena Anders and Heather Briggs being bisexual knelt beneath Dakota and licked her thighs of the remainder. Kota squealed and pictured kissing Tawny Martin at Piper Cherry’s swimming pool. Not bi in the least the curiosities were certainly forming. Heather flicking Dakota’s clit she had to call it and ran around the class giggling. Boys came alive as Maynard recorded every move Dakota made. She was pawed up by every boy in the room before walking right up to Maynard and looking into his camera with her eyes crossed. “IT’S MY FUCKING BIRTHDAY BITCHES! EAT ME!”

“Save it for the lockers.” Maynard laughed and ended the video with, “Furlong gets first dibs.” He had his boy’s back!

“Party pooper!” Razz!

Roger Dundee nutted a second time into Octavia’s mouth. Priscilla honored her girl with sloppy seconds. Enough was enough! Roger opened his eyes and noted every student there offering him a chain of raised thumbs. Dakota stepped from the crowd and walked right up to Roger. Looking up at him she threw her arms around his waist and hugged him. His beast lifted and lay compressed between his abs and hers. A few more trickled squirted up between them. FUCK!

“Best birthday present ever! Thank you, Mister Dundee.”

“Uh huh! Everyone needs to get dressed! Not a word people!” He wasn’t aware of video outside of his classroom surveillance camera, but Carl could fudge that. He’d learn of Maynard’s mischief on Disgracebook with 5,000 followers messaging him. Ouch!

He just knew he was going to catch hell from Momma Josie.

Third floor new detention and future shrine to Piper Cherry!

“Working hard?”

Piper finally made it back into the skylight room while Antoine gathered up extension cords. Checking on progress she noted her rolled up fuzzy pink blanket that Roger Dundee gave her. Lying under it were the shredded remains of her blue net body suit from yesterday’s outfit. Talk about incrementing.

Mopping the floor was Ana Domingo sweating her sweet ass off. To her far right was Charmaine Jackson wiping down windowsills even though boards obstructed the windows themselves. “I’ll have fans circulating tomorrow, I promise! As tall as these walls are we won’t get it all washed before lunch hour. Just keep at ladies, I’m going to the roof with Antoine to open the skylight and run down extension cords. It might get a bit cooler once I do that. Carlos ordered a water jug thingy we can plug in and get the water cold. Today we suffer but tomorrow we’ll be set. Rain or not! Of course, we’ll have to close the skylight, so water won’t get in. Fans will back us up.” The entire time Piper spoke Ana Domingo kept mopping. Mad respect! Piper knew she had the perfect assistant.

“Hang in there! I’ll be back soon.” Piper took her leave and met with Antoine at the staircase to the rooftop. Grabbing a door stop so that they didn’t get locked out she and Ant headed up. Walking behind Piper, her dress was sinking into her butt crack under perspiration hazards. Ant was gnashing his teeth. After her riding him a bit, his dick was still raging hard. Big boy was obvious as all get out. Opening the door, a gust of cool air slammed into both of them. She stopped cold to enjoy the moment. So did Ant, his face was right up on her heart shaped ass. “Why have we not opened this before now? Just this alone might drop the temperature by ten degrees.”

“Never thought about it. We’re all too focused on you.”

“Awww! That made me want to fuck you again.”

“I’m game, I haven’t gone limp since.”

“Nice try! I need this job done. While you’re at lunch I’m going to show Josie and Mavis the progress we’re making.”

“They going to know about your shrine? Bed and posters?”

“Of course! It’s going to be impossible to hide. Sadly, the whole school will know about it at some point.”