Chapter 62: Lessons Learned - Tuesday (Part 2)

When she heard her name called to report to the Front Office Katriane Connolly thanked her lucky stars. After all, her first class on Tuesdays was History with Miss Faranzeh. True, it wasn’t so much her she was worried about, though the Kuwaiti teacher had spread her cheeks for her before and filled her full of shit. No, it was Sabrina Holloway more than anyone. The petite beauty was, like her, one of the three senior apprentices at the town hall. And in her short time being assigned there, the black hair girl had left no question as to who was in charge. It wasn’t like she was mean about it; no, it was quite the opposite. She was actually very nice and caring. But by whichever method she used, it always ended up with the blonde girl on her back looking up at the other as she pushed her fudge down her throat. And her inevitable orgasm soon followed. She simply couldn’t say no to the violet eyed 17 year old. But there would be others. Younger students doing their community service, a variety of staffers, all encouraged by the girl with the black pixie. And through it all, her creamy surrender offered itself up time and again.

Her body opened itself right up to her whenever she was around. She almost always started by slowly jacking her at the beginning of class until she started her climb to glory. Then she would guide her down to the floor and whoever it was that was seated next to her on the other side who slide over until her face was buried in her fleshy furrow. Back and forth they would waggle gradually forcing her lips to part and then with a settling in, a slimy log of sludge would slide over her tongue and down her throat and the small fingers of the Holloway girl would milk her cock, splattering her cum all over her school uniform. This might happen two or three times during class as the other seniors surreptitiously swapped seats. And each time another launching of her love lava would ensue.

She rounded the corner and cross the hall to the front office. “As enjoyable as it was, at least this morning she could try to salvage some self-respect by helping out with this Career Week thing the school held each year,” she thought as she opened the glass door to the main reception area. “I must miss Sabrina more than I thought,” Katriane mused as she noticed herself hardening. She had been one of the lucky ones. Not everyone who went through the futamutation process came out of it with a cock eight inches long and seven inches in girth. And she had been told it would likely grow more. It actually felt like it already had a bit but she really wasn’t sure. She had just learned to love having someone else’s hand on it.

Miss Corbett was behind the front counter when she entered. She liked her, her daughter Bethany too. She had never pressed her advantage with her submissive nature though she could have a few times.

“Good morning Miss Connolly,” the black haired receptionist greeted. “I see you’re on our roster of assistants today.”

“Yes,” she breathed in relief as she moved further away from a class spent with the Holloway girl.

“Just like us,” enthused the woman’s daughter Bethany a senior apprentice at the salon whom she had always liked, Looking over towards the mahogany red haired futamute, she failed to see the ‘us’ she referred to. That is until the third stood up from tying her shoe. It was then she chewed her lip in apprehension. The last was the third of their cadre of 17 year olds down town, Sigourney Martineau. She was well aware of the many times she had been used while doing community service and by whom, she had been present for a few of them.

“You’re not looking too well, Katriane,” the 40 year old stated concerned. “We’re not quite ready to get started yet. Why don’t you sit down over there with the other girls?”

“That’s a good idea, Mom,” the other teenagers nodded. With that the pair each looped an arm and guided the third over to an L-shaped blue leather couch in the reception area. Katriane vaguely remembered that an announcement before the break about there being some re-design work done over the holidays in the front mezzanine. This must have been what they were talking about.

“Let’s sit here,” the Martineau girl suggested plopping herself down on the sofa and by extension pulling down the other two. Bethany swung her legs up and leaned against the backrest on the side simultaneously steering the new girl so she was leaning against her bosum. At the same time the brunette had slipped herself in place between her legs placing her right one on the backrest behind her behind her shoulder. Furthering her motion, she moved slightly to her left so that the plush ass of the anxious teenager now rested between her own legs, only stretching her right hamstring more. This naturally caused her skirt to ride up exposing the fact that Katriane was one of the few very few seniors that wore a Slut Suit. A light brush of a finger on the latter’s cock caused it to stiffen immediately. “I think we’ve found the problem,” the thinner town hall apprentice announced, the subtle Asian accents of her facial features gave away the presence of her seed mother, Lianne Wang, in her genetics.

“It does seem to be that doesn’t it,” the Corbett girl agreed.

“It’s OK, I’ve seen this before when we’ve been doing our community service,” the daughter of the Geography teacher assured her friend fishing around in her purse.

“What did you do when it happened?” her classmate asked securing the third’s arms with her own.

“Let me show you,” Sigourney smiled squirting a line of lubricating gel along the underside of the middle senior’s member as the last whimpered knowing her fate. The Asian turned her friendly expression towards the prone and began a slow, slick up and down pumping. More mewls mixed with moans followed as the blonde 17 year old’s hips fell into an involuntary thrusting rhythm. “Watch what I do with my other hand,” the bespectacled senior instructed as she slowly traced the eye atop the other girl’s crown. “See how she shudders when I do that? See how she leans into her motion? She loves it when someone does that to her. She’s so easily controlled this way. There we are,” she observed peering into Katriane’s grey eyes while she continued to methodically jack her with the other hand. “She’s forgotten all of her worries, all that matters now is my touch.”

“She does seem to be happier now,” Bethany cooed, “though a little noisier for all that.”

“Maybe I can help,” another offered.

The trio looked towards the new arrival, their classmate Brynas D Four. The muscular blonde, a member of wrestling team as well as the school’s best hammer thrower, apprenticed at the gym across town.

“Do you know Katriane, Brynas?” Bethany asked.

“Oh yes, we’ve met,” the Amazonian senior replied. “She was at the gym a few weeks back doing the stretching class, been back once or twice since too. I’m her instructor or one of them.”

“How does she do?” Sigourney inquired.

“She’s always a welcome participant,” the surrogate commented taking a seat on the couch next to the receptionist’s daughter. “But about the noise problem,” she continued unbuttoning her school blouse and unsnapping her bra, allowing her generous breasts to spill out. “Let me try something.” With that she turned her torso towards the group which in turn buried the other blonde in her generous cleavage. She then guided her right nipple to the Connolly girl’s mouth and smiled as a mother would when the other reflexively began to suckle as she was being masturbated. “There we go, there we go; all nice and quiet now,” she cooed feeling her milk methodically squirt into Katriane’s mouth.

“Those are big boobs Baby,” the Corbett girl grinned.

“We’re actually both the same size, her and me,” the wrestler replied, gently caressing the blonde locks tickling her breasts. “37DD.”

“They certainly put mine to shame,” the redhead murmured lightly tracing a fingertip around the exposed left nipple.

“Baby Katy seems to like them,” the largest among them purred holding the prone teenager’s skull close, feeling the newest student’s instinctive surrender to her nurturing. “Yes, yes she does.”

Tuva Rasmussen smiled inwardly as she silently took attendance. She had sophomores in her homeroom this year. Grouped in twos and threes they chatted idly amongst themselves. Marilya Wang and Zaniah Jurgens had sat themselves on either side of Palermo Hambelton. The two other students seemed to be having their way with the third. It looked like the last was somewhat weak from a recent tryst and the pair was taking full advantage of that. She observed the submission of the pixie haired blonde out of the corner of her eye. It was no surprise that she knew these students better than the others. They were connected to her former workplace Driftwood Creations where she had worked up until five years ago before taking up teaching.

Both the Wang and Jurgens girl’s Asian features betrayed their respective parenthoods to Jonda Wang and Nabilah Jurgens respectively. The two carpenters had been brought into the firm the fall she began at LPI. The Hambelton girl, on the other hand, was a first year apprentice under the same woman who had selected her for the same duties so long ago, Amalea Fabbri. That the same futamute had then hired her once she returned from her graduation in Berlin only demonstrated the closeness of their relationship over time. Though this was her life now, she remained friends with the Italian and her family. She had actually met with them before school at Stella’s.