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[My consciousness is operating … It’s dark, my eyes must be closed … I hear human voices … I feel the soft touch of my Master.
"Good morning, class!" the teacher called, but his words fell on disinterested ears. He stood up from his desk, on which something large lay hidden under a white sheet. He walked to the blackboard. "Today's topic!" And with a squeaky piece of chalk, the word SEX appeared.
A groan of childish shame and juvenile curiosity rippled through the class. A sensor registered the rise in testosterone levels in the air.
"I know what you're thinking, and I promise it won't be boring. No books, no tests." Those last words pricked up a few interested minds. But he needed everyone's attention. The teacher's hands tingled with excitement. "I'm here to teach you all about sex, so... let's have sex. Now, please, everyone gather around the table."
The teacher pushed his desk to the middle of the classroom so the boys could approach. There was barely a moment's hesitation as they gathered.
"What's underneath?" a boy with blond hair and thick glasses asked.
"Our test subject." The teacher grinned as he removed the cover, and a gasp was heard.
A woman lay on the table. Her skin was shiny and smooth like a doll's. A cute face, curly brown hair. Her eyes were closed. And she was naked. Her arms and legs were positioned to cover her upper and lower body, as if she'd been stuffed into a tight box.
The boys moved closer.
"Say hello to Candy."
Blood began to pump faster, forming early erections. The boys swallowed, hands disappearing into pockets to hide their hardening cocks, but the teacher noticed. The teacher always noticed.
"Can someone explain to me what sex is?" the teacher asked as he carefully moved the doll's arms and placed them next to her head. He took her legs and spread them, revealing a shaved, pink pussy. "No one?"
The boys stared at the naked doll with red faces, their wide eyes fixed on her vulva. The teacher's question seemed already forgotten.
"Um, sex is when... when..." the blond boy stammered . "Sex is when two people..."
"When a guy fucks a girl," explained a tall boy with a backward baseball cap, quite snottily.
The teacher's gaze lingered on the boy for a second. "That's almost right. Sex, or koitus, is more than just 'fucking’. It's the joining of two people to share something beautiful."
Snapback rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, but said nothing more. The teacher noticed, to his satisfaction, how the boys played with their cocks; it wasn't easy in the confines of their jeans, but their glazed-over looks said it did the job.
"Anyone wanna try?" The teacher pointed to Candy, who was still lying on the table with her eyes closed but in an inviting position. The boys looked up in alarm, and the teacher laughed quietly. "Don't panic, I'll show you how it's done."
The teacher was a tall 40-year-old man with an athletic build. Candy was his own invention, and he enjoyed it every time he could show her off.
Candy was a robot, a kind of android. At first glance, she seemed light and fragile, but in reality, she was as heavy as a grown woman. Durable material. You could really get a grip on her.
"First, it's important to get your girl in the mood. Do you know how to do that?" A collective shake of the head. As expected. "Stand closer and pay close attention. These are the labia majora. These are the labia minora." With his index finger, he pointed to the areas mentioned and then pushed the labia majora aside with his thumb and index finger. "Here you see a small hole, that's the urethral opening. Below that is the vaginal opening, hard to miss. And now pay attention, right at the top is the most important part: the clitoris." He continued to keep the labia spread while stimulating the clitoris with a finger in slow, circular motions. Then he plunged a finger into her pussy and spread the resulting moisture all over her vulva. She glistened. "As you can see, the right stimulation makes a woman wet." He stood up and stepped aside. "Volunteers forward."
There was an awkward silence for a few moments, but then the blond-haired boy dared to speak. Standing between Candy's legs, he looked up at the teacher, perplexed. "What... how do I begin?"
"That's up to you. Explore, probe, feel your way forward slowly."
Blondie moved closer. He placed his hands on Candy's thighs, but seemed hesitant. But then, little by little, he approached the pussy. His touch was gentle and careful, which the teacher noticed from Candy's relaxed expression.
"It's so... slippery," Blondie commented. "And warm."
"You're doing very well," the teacher praised.
A bulge was clearly visible in the boy's crotch. He moved back to stand with his classmates.
The teacher gently stroked Candy's cheek, as if expressing his pride in her. "Do you want to know what comes next?" he asked the group of horny teenagers. Of course, he received an affirmative answer. "Now comes the best part, but before we get started, we need to be in the mood as well."
He took off his jacket and hung it over the back of his chair. With one hand, he unbuckled his belt, and his pants fell to the floor, which he also set down on the chair. The hem of his shirt fell just above his hips.
The boys' eyes darted back and forth between Candy and the half-naked teacher; most tried to do it secretly, but one boy looked the teacher straight in the eyes, and a shiver ran down his spine.
"Watch closely." In a quick, practiced movement, he removed his underwear. Grabbing his cock, he started jerking off.
He loved having an audience. Especially inexperienced boys. Their faces were red, and lust dripped from their eyes. This really got him going. Most of them were now openly palming themselves, still clothed, but it was a start.
Moans and sounds of him stimulating himself, of him pushing his foreskin back and forth, first slowly and then faster, filled the small classroom. He adjusted Candy a little, then placed the tip of his cock and slowly pushed inside.
Candy's pussy was hot and wet, a dream come true. Always wet, always ready to be fucked. In any position. With or without foreplay. She never said no. Her breasts were always plump and firm. Candy was perfect. A smile formed on her kissable red lips.
The teacher's thrusts increased in speed. He clutched her breasts, plunging his hard cock so deep inside her a real woman would cry out in pain. But Candy lay there in silence, taking and taking and taking.
He slowed his pace, trying to catch his breath. He caressed Candy's thighs and stomach. "The important thing is that you always pay attention to your girl during this. Communication is key."
Reluctantly, he pulled his cock out of Candy's dripping wet pussy. This was always the most challenging part, postponing his own orgasm. But it would be worth it. He wiped himself clean with a wet wipe.
"Who's next?"
Snapback stepped forward and grimaced after giving Candy a once over. "You want us to... use this ?"
The teacher raised an eyebrow. "Well, let's clean her up then, shall we?" Using a small device, he sucked out all of the bodily fluids. Now Candy looked the way she did at the beginning of class.
Snapback scoffed, removing his jeans and underwear. A few half-hearted pumps, and his dick was approaching Candy.
The teacher grabbed the boy by the shoulder and turned him around. "What are you doing?"
"What’s it look like?"
"You have to get her in the mood first. She's dry."
A contemptuous snort. "It's just a doll. I'll take what I want."
He felt like giving him a hard slap, but then a better idea occurred to him. "Well, if that's the case." He grabbed Snapback and roughly pushed him onto a chair. Then he stood in front of the boy with his still-erect cock. "Take it in your mouth."
The boy turned pale. "What?"
"You heard me. Put my cock in your mouth."
"Ew, no."
The teacher's cock came dangerously close to the boy's cheek. "Suck it, right now."
"I said no!" He tried to stand up, but the teacher was so much stronger and easily pushed the boy back into the chair.
"You're just a student and I can take whatever I want."
"Please stop," Snapback whimpered.
"Suck my cock now!"
Sobbing, the boy slid off the chair and retreated to a corner.
"Can I do it?" A lanky boy with gentle, doe-like eyes stepped out from behind his classmates. It was the boy who had sent shivers down the teacher's spine earlier.
"Do what?"
"Suck your cock."
An excited tingling sensation shot straight to the teacher's cock, making it twitch. I'll call you Bambi. He nodded and pointed to the empty chair in front of him.
Bambi sat down. With innocent eyes, he caught his teacher's gaze. "Please instruct me," he said quietly.
The teacher swallowed. He had to take it slow. How many times had he gotten the chance to get a blowjob from a fourteen-year-old? Voluntarily, too. A dream just came true.
"First, relax your jaw." He massaged his own jaw, and the boy followed suit. "When you're ready, just kiss the tip."
Bambi shifted forward in his seat. He licked his lips. Was this automatic? Was he that cock-hungry? Or did the boy already have experience? The teacher managed to channel an intense shudder into a deep breath just in time as Bambi pressed a wet kiss onto the tip.
"Was that good?" Bambi asked.
"That was perfect," the teacher breathed.
"Can I do it again?"
"As often as you want."
Bambi's kisses felt like the touch of an angel. Sweet and inevitably addictive. His wet tongue licked the tip as if it were the best lollipop in the world.
The teacher's hips jerked forward, causing his cock to enter Bambi's mouth. Down the throat– No, take it slow. Bambi gagged a little, looking up with wide eyes. Damn. Did he already mess up? And then Bambi's mouth closed, his lips wrapping tightly around his teacher's cock and he began to suck.
Bambi's hands clenched in his pants as he sucked tirelessly on the cock, swirling his tongue. Drool was pooling in the corner of his mouth, trickling down his chin.
The teacher wouldn't be able to hold out for long. His orgasm was approaching at a run. And it was merely a means for control when he grabbed a handful of the boy's hair; setting a good pace which would keep the pleasure on a bearable level - cumming right now would ruin everything. Closing his eyes, he tilted his head back.
"You do so well," teacher managed to say. Bambi's smacking moans were music to his ears. Intoxicating. 14-year-old mouths were the best, after all. Full of juice, impressionable, pure.
And then, a loud moan shuddered out of Bambi. His mouth detached from the teacher's soaked cock. Groaning and twitching, the boy fell forward.
The teacher pulled his head out of the clouds. Confusion gave way to disappointment. But he didn't let it show; he was a teacher, after all, damn it.
"Is everything okay?" he asked Bambi, who was getting up but looked completely ruined.
"Yeah, I think I..." He looked down at himself. There was a dark stain on his crotch. "I just came. But I didn't touch myself! How is that possible?"
The teacher smiled gently. "That happens when your sexual desire is very intense. It's completely normal. If you'd like, we can discuss it later in more detail one-on-one."
Bambi thought about it and then nodded. He was allowed to sit down in his chair. Resting his head on his arms, he was asleep within moments.
While the teacher had been having his cock sucked (a shame it ended too soon), another boy was having fun with Candy. He was balls deep inside her wet pussy.
"Am I doing this right?" he asked, with red apple cheeks, a little out of breath.
"Try to find a rhythm." The teacher went to stand behind the chubby boy, grabbed him by the waist to gently sway him back and forth. "Just like that."
Veiny hands wandered along the boy's sides, never stopping the swaying. His skin was soft like a ripe peach. His ass cheeks jiggled hypnotizingly, they screamed for the teacher to pull them apart. So he did, and his cock twitched, releasing a drop pre-cum. An untouched, unstretched hole. Stepping closer, with every backward thrust, the boys ass slapped against the teacher's crying cock.
An uncontrolled groan, a whine, and the boy came inside Candy, who had a contented and relaxed expression on her pretty face. So many good boys, just for her. One by one, the teacher let Candy be fucked, clumsy as they all were, but so full of eagerness to learn and pride as they successfully ejaculated. Some were crying, shedding a few tears, but that was normal (he didn't mind doing some emotional comforting, because in the long run, it meant for positive reviews and a constant stream of income - in more ways than one).
Desperation gnawed at the teacher’s self-control. After having received two more blowjobs, without finding any relief himself, he moved on to jerking off the last few boys; their small dicks almost diappeared in his big hand. His cock was still hard and dripping with unfulfilled desire, but a good old-fashioned handjob helped keep him from going crazy.
And then the bell rang. The school day was over.
The kids put on their clothes at a pace as if they hadn't just fucked for nearly an hour and shot out loads of pubescent cum. The teacher slipped into his pants and escorted the students out to see them off one by one.
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Snapback's name was Dylan. A perfect name for someone with low IQ.
He crawled out of his corner where no one had paid him any attention. Stupid classmates having fun with the stupid teacher. He hated them all. But especially that Candy, lying there at the table, legs spread. Stupid doll.
He stood between her legs. Her cunt looked slimy. Slippery and obviously used. There was no time to clean up.
"I'll take what I want," Dylan growled as he undressed.
His dick was hard enough, slamming into Candy like a hammer as he pressed her legs further apart.
"Now you're all mine, you bitch."
Candy was hot inside, Dylan liked the feeling. Thrusting relentlessly into her, her whole body inched across the table.
Dylan was close, good feeling started to pool in his belly and small balls. After another thrust into the doll, he suddenly screamed. His dick ached. He looked down and realized he was stuck. Pulling out hurt way too much.
"Shit, what the hell?"
Candy's eyes shot open. Startled, Dylan recoiled, and was immediately reminded, with extreme pain, that he shouldn't do that. Blood trickled out. He felt dizzy, but Candy's piercing gaze didn't allow him to fall into the comforting void of unconsciousness.
Slow, sarcastic footsteps. The teacher strolled leisurely into the classroom. "Look what we have here."
"Help me. Please. This hurts."
The teacher's eyebrow popped up. "This hurts? Oh my, how terrible. What would Candy say?" He sat down in his chair and crossed one leg over his knee.
"That's a fucking doll! She wouldn't say anything, man!"
The teacher hummed. "Candy isn't just a doll." He pulled his phone from his jacket pocket and took a picture of Dylan. "She helps me track down rapists before they commit their first crime."
Dylan paled. "R-rapists?"
"In ten minutes, the police will arrive and take you to a re-education camp. Until then…" The teacher let his gaze slide over the teenager's bent form. He bit his lower lip. And a sinister grin blossomed.
And Dylan's eyes widened in realization.
The teacher stood up and took off his pants. His erection had subsided somewhat, but the sight of an untouched ass immediately compensated for that. Rough hands massaged Dylan's soft ass cheeks and pulled them apart. He spat on his rim, using it as lube (not that Dylan deserved any), and immediately began fucking into Dylan's ass. His large cock stretched the small hole, and the tightness felt absolutely dizzying.
The teacher grabbed Dylan by the hair, roughly pulling his head back. "How does that feel, Dylan, huh? I can take what I want, because..." Sharp thrusts punctuated his words. "You. are. nothing. You filthy slut."
Dylan's screams and howls faded into the background. Calling out for mommy, his tears made the teacher even hornier. The sound of sweaty skin on violated skin.
"Yes, call for help," the teacher grunted, picking up pace once more. "No one's gonna hear you, 'cause you're mine." He slapped the boy's ass. "That'll teach you a lesson." A slap that stung like life's betrayal.
He let go of his hair.
And his fingers dug into Dylan's hips. A grip that left bruises. Dylan, that fucker, should remember this for a while.
The teacher thrust relentlessly into his student, fucking him like someone who'd been denied multiple orgasms for far too long.
His vision went black as he finally shot his hot load into Dylan's ass. He savored every second, riding out his climax, and after one final sharp thrust, he pulled out.
Cum dripped from Dylan's stretched, ruined hole. The teacher savored this sight for several long moments, never wanting to forget it.
He used the small device to remove all traces and sat back in his chair. Dylan lay motionless on Candy, staring blankly, which elicited a small chuckle from the teacher.
At the same moment, the police car pulled up in front of the school.