“F-Fucking nerds…”
Terri tended to doodle when she was nervous - nothing impressive, just some little hearts, stars and caricatures of people she despised being blasted to kingdom come - you know, the usual teenage stuff. However, today the pen scratches on her notebook were simply a fury of scribbles that interpreted the hurricane of fear whirling within her, the words ‘doofus’, ‘dork’, ‘geek’, ‘goober’, ‘loser’ and, for some reason, ‘propeller head’ duplicated so many times they were hardly legible.
Oh sure, she’d actually managed to outwardly keep her cool after that mandatory assembly, even making light of it with her unimpressive group of dweeb friends with a dismissive smile and stating that it all simply had to be a giant prank from the administrators. ‘Just a load of bullcrap’ she stuttered out at the time, flipping her glistening blonde hair back over the shoulder of her simply glorious leather jacket as she did her best to ignore all the staring bottle-cap glasses on her. Of course, internally she was screaming the whole time, in absolute horror of what she’d gotten her stupid stammering mouth to say in front of the whole student body, as even if there was a one percent chance of what Miss Peterson had said was true, all those words of reassurances to her friends were hardly having the desired calming effect that she desperately needed now.
So the second she sat her butt down at the back of her history classroom, her sharp mind was skimming around all the potential nerds that could have it out for her, her pen madly scratching names onto the lined paper just for a meager sense of control of the situation.
For her, the most natural name on the list of nerds was her friend Angela’s dumbass twin brother Aaron, who would probably have made her into his love-struck puppy girlfriend in a micro-second if he had a chance considering how openly he slobbered over her. God, how freaking gross would that be? He’d probably make her suck on his micro-dick in a video game cosplay outfit while using his sister as a footstool or something. Thank christ he didn’t have a promise ring though, so she could cross him off her list.
The next name was her friend Magda and she momentarily pondered the idea of a girl like her having god-like powers. Surely, that would be a good thing, right? That chubby bucket of insecurity wouldn’t dare make any bold moves before getting some feedback from a bestie like herself and Terri could almost certainly use that to her advantage in countless ways - not manipulation but ‘advice’ - until she was the fucking queen of the stupid hick school. However, on the other hand, she also knew how sexually deviant Magda was by reading her surprisingly well-written online fan-fics about elves getting their mind-broken by giant-donged orcs, it being clear the RPG-loving nerd had quite the imagination to say the least. Could she keep it in her pants before Terri found a chainmail bikini weighing her down?
Thank fuck that girl was a totally kinky sub that wanted a boot smushed on her chubby cheeks instead of the other way around!
Sucking her peach gloss wet all over the end of her pen, she grumbled as she struggled to come up with any other names in the school. Ugh, of course she’d never cared to learn these nerds’ names like she had Darcy Tatum’s shoe size, they were fuckin’ nerds! Dweebs, wusses, total social-pariahs and untouchables that she permitted the right to look upon her cool ass passing by in her leather jacket and weren’t worthy to lick her totally adorable white sneakers! Who would have thought she would actually see these mouth-breathers like actual fucking people, in her senior year no less!
Sighing, she leaned back, going back to furiously scribbling as she looked to the front of the class where the new teacher was writing the date ‘1848’ and told all how important that date was.
Normally Terri would be in her own little slice of heaven now. Not because she actually liked a single thing about stupid history or anything - these weren’t exactly the ‘dates’ she was interested in - but this new history teacher this semester was a total snack. Sure, he dressed like a normal teacher with the blazer, patches on the elbows and thin wiry glasses, but nothing could hide the absolutely delicious body he was hiding beneath that square jaw, each stretch of his arms making clear that beneath that cotton button-up were thick arms and those buttons were obviously straining against a hell of a pair of swole pecs. If this was a more typical year, she would have been already fantasizing of ways to get with him at the moment, which probably meant figuring out which exams to strategically fail in order to enter negotiations of what she could ‘do’ for him to not get that ‘F’, which would then lead to her getting big ‘D’ in her bubbly ‘A’, eventually leading to an explosive ‘O’.
Wouldn’t mind a bit of corporal punishment over his desk, meow~
But no, she instead had to be worried about the cloud of doom circling over head. Freaking hell, what these nerds were already doing without lifting a finger!
In fact, as she was straining her brain to the point of smelling smoke in order to come up with another name of a nerd, she felt an atomic headache pulse up her temples, making her wince and rub the side of her head as her ink rambling became all the more furious.
*Throb*
Ugh, where were some freaking Tylenols when a girl needed them, as her head was literally throbbing; she could hear it like a club pounding in her ear! Out of pure habit, she patted down her slim figure for her leather jacket’s pocket only to be painfully reminded that she wasn’t wearing it and the simple fact was that she wouldn’t be wearing it to school for a good looooong time.
Perhaps in her excitement of basking in the small perk of this year in the form of hunky history teachers, she’d forgotten the gigantic drawback that was hanging upon her like an anchor.
For no good, all rotten reason, the school had adopted mandatory uniforms this year and only for the girls! Okay, so that perhaps wouldn’t be an automatic end of the world, especially since some uniforms could even be cute and classy, like from those real-expensive private schools - she always did think she’d thrive better in Beverly Hills after all - but these outfits hadn’t a lick of good taste at all! With a little blue skirt that hardly went down to her upper-thigh and a thin white shirt so small that it untucked every time she stood up, she was seriously wondering why the school had picked these Japanese inspired fetish uniforms if they were worried about the decency of the girls outfits, as this ensemble was like an upskirt snapping pervert’s wet dream!
Ick, she could hear the sounds of clicking camera phones already, followed quickly with the undersides of her butt cheeks being positively plastered on some anon’s Snapchat.
Even worse to Terri’s mind though, with her playing with the sailor-like blue ribbon around her neck as she looked around the classroom, was how the heck could she use her superb sense of fashion to her advantage when these were the only threads she could work with. Now every girl had their bare booty cheeks exposed from their tiny skirts as they sat, their feet perma-arched in black high heels that made all but the most timid steps a pain, and of course, their calves in knee-high socks that were just so tacky with the heels that only a most deviant fetishist could have dreamt it up. As if coming to school wasn’t already enough of a nightmare without worrying that a gust of wind would cause a gal to flash the whole school her panties!
Were there literally any advantages to these outfits? Well, her butch pal Pauline was being driven up the wall by having to wear heels and makeup, so that was a small victory she supposed.
In fact, the more she tried to spin things more positively, the better she felt despite such sexed-up outfits. Terri frankly never had the money to buy what was needed for the best wardrobe around, but by aggressively using both online shopping and thrift stores - and swearing others to secrecy that she actually touched second-hand - she’d still managed to pull her way up into looking hella chic in the halls without others being the wiser. It really helped that she worked hard on keeping her figure lean and mean, as most clothing actually fit her when she tried it on, a sleek chest with a shapely butt that had others green in envy.
Keeping all that in mind, she was able to relax just a bit, as her slim form really did give her a leg up over others, and heck, even the rich girls couldn’t buy their way out of this one, which meant it was a more even playing field, right? Maybe strangely enough this would finally be the year that Darcy Tatum noticed her!
She went back to her list of nerds on the paper, tapping the paper and straining her eyes until another sharp headache stabbed into her brain.
*Throb*
“Ah~!” She groaned as she dropped her pen to the paper and put her palms to her temples. She simply had to calm herself down over what the nerds were going to do her, or she was going to have fucking aneurysm!
Shit, that little grunt of hers had attracted gazes from her classmates and it forced her to grumble with narrowed eyes. Oh sure, she could just pretend that they were turning around out of care for her, as if she was that popular out of ‘concern’ for such a nice girl, but she knew what they were really looking at. She scoffed disgusted towards the leering eyes, leaning back and cross her arms over her enormous pair of oversized teats best she could, but it hardly stopped the gazes.
You know, it really wouldn’t be so bad being the bustiest blonde in school - everyone in this place seemed to be weirdly voluptuous after all - but the top of her new uniform was the biggest size they had and she still had to leave it relatively unbuttoned to display the mass majority of her round boobage out and open for any eyes that wanted to slobber in. Fucking hell, how she tried to make her silly blue ribbon cover her cleavage line, but there wasn’t an article of clothing in existence that could hide that her udders were positively dairy worthy, with nipples sticking hard from the white fabric like extra-thick earplugs.
How had these tits even happened? It was something she asked herself every time she was putting on her gigantic bra, as before, she’d always been such a delicately-chested cuties with little boobs in proportion to the rest of her, but these monster tits only had come in over the last summer where she practically gained a new cup size every week. It honestly wasn’t just painful because they bulged out of any clothing she’d so carefully previously picked out - even her favourite leather jacket hadn’t a hope in hell in zipping up anymore - but they were just stupid sensitive, these ‘extra-padded’ cups doing nothing to reduce how much a mere flick could have her giving full body shivers.
“*N-Nnnnnph~*” She shuddered out, only noting of the nearby open window because a rogue breeze had gentle brushed past her bust and caused the creamy tanned skin to go alight with goosebumps and her nipples to swell to near double their size. The boys staring over their shoulders seemed to like her little moan despite her growing sneer, them snickering and licking their lips like hounds outside the hen house. She tried making more disgusted looks their ways, but they didn’t seem too deterred, so she just put her nose to the paper with the nerd names, doing her best to shove her these stupid thick tiddies beneath the desk.
Her mind shivered at the idea of this ‘omni-nerd’ using his new powers to play with those big breasts, not knowing if he was going to strike, but she felt her chest put an even larger target on her. After all, disgusting nerds actually liked oversized tits like these, didn’t they? But damn it, who was this dork and how was he going to strike? Terri was further baffled by this questions, her enormous knockers pressed into the underside of desk as she fidgeted with her pen once more, trying to focus on literally anything but the obvious fact that there was a more than a wee bit of arousal tingling at her thighs by the combination of stimulation and the weird humiliating pleasure of being the centre of the horny boys’ - and some obs lesbos’ - attention. Her eyes quickly got blurry looking at the names though, as another painful thump went up to her brain.
*Throb*
“Fuck.” She hissed out, seeing in practical slow motion her clumsy fingers slipping and flinging her pen forward, making it land quite a few desks ahead upon the dirty floor that echoed out like a booming cannon in her pounding head.
Crap, could she just pretend that didn’t happen? Maybe she’d just look out the window and act all cool like? Then again, it wasn’t like she had another pen, and there were already eyes looking back at her in expectations, so she didn’t think she was going to get away with it. However, she sooooo didn’t want to get up, not when she had this body in this set of clothing.
Sighing, she decided to, at the very least, face this humiliating situation with her shoulders straight, but she didn’t have the most productive start.
As she rose up, her incredibly fleshy rear-end, that made her XL panties always floss up tighter than a thong and had sweated ever so slightly as she sat, was still grossly stuck to the chair as she stood up. She groaned to the ceiling, always getting this oversized hunk of assmeat stuck somewhere since her hips had surged passed her shoulders, and it only came off as she incidentally rubbed it off on the desk behind her, making the chair cluttering down to the ground. Naturally, this caused even more eyes to come upon her and that sexy teacher actually had to stop teaching just to see what the ruckus was.
“Mwah pen fwell…” She said with her natural duck lips that had also blown up this summer, actually surprised how understandable even that was considering usually she failed to articulate even some basic words with these ruby throw pillows she had as lips now. After she’d calmed her blushed cheeks for a second, she feebly inched her heels across the tile to where the pen had fell with irritatingly loud clicks, not ignorant to the snickering for the boys and girls as her beyond-belief booty wiggled on by, so many rude comments and jokes being whispered out about her billboard buttcheeks just advertised to a maximum degree due to the height of her school-mandated shoes. Finally though, her black heels were near the dropped pen and she took a deep breath at the moment of truth. The stupid truth was that she was still learning to pick things up with all these enormous curves, as bending over was such an unbalanced chore now that it may cause her to tumble over if she wasn’t careful.
The teacher finally stopped watching and went back to hit upon the important moments where history changed, she tucked her big-platformed heels together, squatted down with her knees together as delicately as possible all while reaching over with her two-inch rose-lacquered nails to pick up the pen. She winced as her nails got close, feeling her inner-ear panic at the lack of balance on these heels, but she was just so darn close, a mere inch to tweezer them up with these most unwieldy nails that had seemed like such a good idea at the salon. She probably would have made it too, if it wasn’t for that freaking elaphantine ass, so heavy and bloated, that her bottom-heavy figure - despite her blimp-tits - brought her crashing to the tiles like a crashing moon, falling right upon her bum with ample cushioning and she would have cracked her head if her arms didn’t catch her in the last minute. Her dizzy mind had to catch her barrings momentarily, but the second she realized where she was, she noted that she was giving the new history teacher quite the flash of her pink panties with her legs now completely splayed.
Fucking stupid uniform!!!
“Uh…” He stared baffled at her, his eyeline clearly unsure if he wanted to focused on the pooled out flesh of assmeat upon the cold tiles combined with the bright panties or how one massive black-laced teat near slipped from her undersized bra. “Is everything okay, miss?”
“Y-Yeah….” She wish she could die! All these freaking worrying about nerds ruining her life and she was doing a good enough job of her own! She needed to think of a good excuse but it was just so hard to do so when her headache was still going so strong.
*Throb*
*Knock-Knock*
Terri had just fumbled her way upright, patting down her skirt that was too horribly nano for the job of covering her lunar cheeks, when there was a knock at the door. Her eyes shot towards the doorway to see whose eyes were gleaming through the glass and she tilted her head with squinted eyes to make out who this was.
Asian, a total short-stack, with glasses so thick that they were probably prescriptions, was knocking on the door a little more furious this time, messing up his already overgrown mop of a dark mane into a more furious wreck as he nervously groaned on the other side. At long last, the little nerd got the gestures their teacher was making that he could pop his far too chubby cheeks into the classroom and make his raucous request known.
“Uhm…” He had his little-bitty buck teeth run over and over his thin lower lip as he scanned over the class but widened his eyes on Terri especially, as most boys frankly did upon seeing the student that was more hourglass than girl at this point. “I’m Henry Seung an-and I have a prep-classes Mathematical Olympiad, so I, like…” He gulped, unable to finish as he just played with his oversized bangs over his soft face.
“Oh Cwap.” Terri had her oversized eyelashes twitch, knowing full well where this was going. Henry Seung was a name she’d heard on the announcements a couple of times, some whiz-kіd that had jumped a couple of grades and was bringing accolades to the school with his math skills, but who cared about that. The only thing she was interested in right now though was that he almost certainly would be on her list of nerds if it wasn’t for the fact that she could clearly see his ring wasn’t glowing.
Didn’t mean that he wasn’t going to fuck with her though!
The adonis of history class gave a raised eyebrow, being shockingly polite considering the constant class interruptions. “Well, this is history class, son. So…”
“No it’s,” he took a deep breath, holding in the air like explosives in his delicate ribs below his oversized black shirt with a pun with ‘π’ before he burst out, “I-I was hoping to use Terri for some relief in order to improve m-my scores for the school!” He wiped his forehead and leaned against the doorframe with a sigh.
“Oh right…” The teacher turned on the heels of his brown loafers and nodded at Terri. “I remember getting briefed on this, something about students sexually ‘assisting’ the more studious students to help the school’s standing in the state?” He shrugged. “Alright, but just make sure you do it to the side so I can continue to conduct my class, you got that?”
He eagerly nodded, quietly inching his tiny butt upon the closest empty desk near the door, sucking on his lower lip as he looked in anticipation towards Terri like some kind of sex sales-assistent or something.
A big ol’ disgusted scoff came from her lips, wondering if she could get away with just ignoring him all together and sitting back down to send the message loud and clear that he needed to find some other girl to fluff his erect 60° angle. However, she knew in her churning gut that it wouldn’t work. This ‘program’ the school had devised a couple years back was far too important in keeping the budgets the levels they were at now. If the maths and sciences were some of the top in the county, that meant more freaking benjamins and kudos for the school and this system all relied on the top students being absolutely undistracted by throbbing boners or moist slit brought by walking in the halls. And after the first year showed positive results, the school frankly was never going back, every year a fresh batch of good-looking young men and ladies being picked as pieces of asses for the brainiacs.
And Terri just had to be lucky enough to be culled in her senior year!
*Throb*
At least that what she told her friends.
In reality, she’d gone to the office every year of her high school career and personally volunteered to be a total egghead licker, kisser and cleaner unlike all the rest. Why? Was it because she had school spirit and wished for her own institute of learning to rise and thrive? Oh, there was a part of her which wanted to believe that was a case, sure, in order to make it sound like this wasn’t just to sate that incredible burning desire inside of her. However, there was no denying the truth.
Whispers were hardly quiet as she strutted across the front of the class to meet Henry by the door.
“Oh my gawd, I can’t believe Terri’s doing another year of nerd-boffing! Do you think-?”
“Total implants. How do you think she grew-?”
“God, I’ve GOTTA get my grades up so I can ride that donkey butt too! I heard-”
“Skank-”
“Slut-”
“Ho-”
Terri found her legs slump a bit, buckling at the knees as she gripped the teacher’s table. Sure, she made it look like it was just her adjusting to these new required heels, but in reality, the freaking soggy sensation of her thighs rubbing together told a different story.
For this was the real reason why she volunteered every year, why she put up with the worst rumors and everybody treating her like the student body’s communal bike: it turned her the fuckin’ hell on. She was getting fucked in the face, banged from behind, slammed up her slit and of course, getting her big breasts bred on a constant basis, meaning that she was having her head swim in a constant ocean of genetically intelligent sperm that was, conversely, only making her all the more brain-dead. She didn’t even study or do tests anymore, as all she’d need to say was that she had an appointment to get freaky with some smart cookie and start working on their bonework out in the hall. Naturally with her reputation, she didn’t even need to actually bang nerds to get out of class activities, but now she simply lived for such moments, gurgling down goober nut-margerine sometimes by two or three at a time where ever she wanted.
It was like she had a ‘license to fuck’ in these halls and she was going to make the most of it!
Still though, she had to keep up appearances somehow, acting like she absolutely hated this outwardly. She crossed her arm as her knees pressed into bare shins, his skinny hairless legs just dangling out of those disgustingly unfashionable shorts and high white socks like his mom dressed him this morning. “Ugh, whaddo you whant, Henwy?” Her heart was racing in her ears, feeling the heat between her thighs could insta-cook a turkey, but she kept her tone cold best she could with some of the biggest DSLs in the state.
*Throb*
“Uh…” He rubbed the back of his head, unable to fully look her in the eyes as his gaze went downwards from those only too exposed tits to his barely surviving shorts which looked like he was smuggling a telescope. “Sorry but…” He gulped again and adjusted his glasses, gripping at his crotch for some clear strategic adjustments just so he didn’t pop out of the hem. “I-I was thinking about you in the bathroom and I just knew I couldn’t go to class with this, *ahem* protrusion, you know?”
Despite her cold as ice look at him, her eyes did fall to his crotch and made her feel some pity. He really was horribly backed up in there, practically seeing the pulsing veins push against the uncomfortable fabric as he swelled over the thigh. She really wanted to get him out of those most painful of shorts, but as she bit her fingernail between those goose lips, pity was being replaced by something else. Although most in the school didn’t know it, Terri really had an intimate detail that attracted her to this work.
These smartypants all had cocks matching their IQs!
Seriously, she didn’t think she’d met one genius at this school under quite a girthy 6-inches, and as she licked her lips and hummed to the sound of Henry unzipping his fly, it occurred to her that six inches were actually on the smaller size of things considering the crotch quality of these smarties.
“*Nnnnph*~” Henry gave a most adorable squeak, as while he may have been lacking in height, muscle mass and social skills, this mathlete was the proud owner of an overabundance measuring near nine-inches that she could hardly get two hands around! Not that size always mattered or anything, but when one felt that much man-meat pulsing between one’s fingers, so close to one’s face, it was kind of addicting to feel it get so steely hard despite its boggling dimensions and see its hairless shaft pulse with its subtle veins. The normies in the school simply didn’t compare and that certainly was probably why she officially stayed single. “Sorry…” He apologized again, each heavy nut tumbling from his fly for her inspection. “I-I think it’s getting bigger…”
”Purrrrfwect~!” She gasped out, gripping best she could around the base to smack the pulsing purple glans against her sloppy wet tongue, tasting his sweet white honey before she realized what she’d blurted in front of her gazing peers. She pulled her head back from the briny-smelling Asian anaconda and tried to put disgust on her overly-aroused and blushed face. “I-I mean… G-Gwoss~…” Her voice still sounded just dripping in the kind of lust usually only reserved for ‘fans-only Snapchats’ and she felt it rumble slightly in her hands.
“Y-yeah, but…” He gulped and looked at the clock. “But I don’t have a lot of time before my prep-class, s-so I was wondering if I… Well, actually if you, could just use your tits?”
Oh, she freaking loved being tit-fucked in the morning! She tried not to react in joy to his request, but using her breasts to polish a big cock got her engines so badly that she’d be making squirty sloppy sounds with each step in the halls with just how swampy her panties were. She didn’t cum, sure, but she’d grown to love letting her sexual frustration grow over the day, licking pussy and cock and even get fucked up the ass before near the end of the day she’d let some of her favourite nerds like Henry here bust a big ol’ cream pie into her, launching her into just the messiest of sweaty orgasms that she’d need an hour on the floor to recover from.
Sometimes it was the nightly janitor telling her to go home before she fully recuperated.
“Fwine.” She sighed out from her lipstick-globbed smackers and leaned her barely constrained tits over to mush rough against the cock head. One advantage she’d immediately found about these uniforms - besides how many insta-boners she could get from all these bright boys - was that there was a practical boob window perfect for tit wanking, the button up pressed her tits together in a soft mammary pile-up that surely would be a wonderful trap for geek milk that she could collect all day.
And she was proven immediately right as well, a thrust of her tits upon it, and the first six-inches of his cock thrust between one pair of barely hanging on buttons and surfacing like a nuclear sub ready to blow right beneath her chin. She gave a wet spit, whole body tingly as she heard more girls under their breaths call her a slut from their distant seats as she got this dick nice and wet with her tongue lashes. Something about Henry’s dick was always uniquely sweet ‘n salty, probably something to do with all that pungent warm milk his mama made him drink to grow big and strong, and though it wasn’t working for his body, Terri could give his mommy a big kiss if it created this huge crank!
She then started to move herself up and down by the shoulders, taking overly exaggerated gasps that had her giving off a husky panting that made this cock trapped in her tits twitch all the more. She could smell that milky breath as her nostrils swelled to inhale his deep panting, getting slightly dizzy as she moved herself ever so gradually faster and faster.
After ensuring this king dong was all the way hard from its fat ostrich eggs of this egghead pressing taut against his smooth sack to the rotund pink shitake mushroom with its gasping piss-slit, she lowered those sucky-sucky pillows all over his glans, echoing the sound in the classroom of a straw trying to suck up some real thick pudding.
*SHHHLRRRRKK SHHHLRRRRKK SHHHLRRRRKK*
The moans and gulps were booming like a cacophony on the walls of the classroom, near even eclipsing that buff looking new history teacher that Terri was having second thoughts on. After all, maybe he was big in the body, but could he even hope to match the girths that she was seeing near every day? Probably wouldn’t even feel such a dumb jock cock in her well worked tunnel only for thick-as-fuck nerds!
“Ennnnph~” A little slap came upon both sides of her tits, emitting a flash of squealing from her lips quickly gurgled down his urethra. Normally she’d publicly scold such behaviour, but as it was the first day of school, she was far to excited to warm up her throat again to chide any nerd who was a little bit greedy. God, how had she survived all summer without this treatment?
A booming gag snorted from her nose, doing her best to suppress her body’s natural reflex to just get more and more cock down her throat. She finally managed to dig her nose into her own pressed up cleavage, her nostrils snorting out some drool as she tried her best to keep this dick warm in her mouth. Her jaw was getting the workout of a lifetime, but she’d been doing this for two grades now and that slight ache was like an old friend at this point, all but giving her the ability to deep throat her own fist as her mouth stretched to near snake proportions.
Suddenly, hands snapped upon the crown of her head, his meek little digits confident as he edged close, pressing in deep into her scalp and helping his cock reach new depth down her throat which she felt was somewhere near her stomach. Again, this certainly would have been a horn-dog move that she wouldn’t allow high-IQ cock-studs to perform when other ‘normies’ were watching, but her excitement of tasting Henry’s cock again made her eyes just roll up again, bobbing as fast as her neck would allow without snapping to please the number one mathlete in school.
He could do such impressive calculations after all, so the least she could do was swallow his gifted seed!
“Arrrrrrr~!!!” His grip on her blonde hair became vise-like, actual nails digging in as he slammed her head down to a maximum degree, completely smothering her face in her own peachy-perfumed titanic tittage as he got all red in the face and fired off that massive custard slinger on what seemed like ‘extra-chunky’ mode. Without any choice, her skilled gullet got to gurgling down his gargantuan load of gonad-snot, adding on top of her breakfast banana smoothie in her stomach a gorging of boy-cum that had her stomach expand ever so slightly.
Oh god, all the smartypants were going to be sooooo backed up after summer vacation with their enormous balls packed in their unfashionable shorts and she near splooshed from the imagined image alone!
She slumped to the floor with a dumb grin, goober goop just dripping down like milk from her chin to her spit-slicked boobies as a hand shamelessly went to between her legs to ‘adjust’ her wet rag of a pair of panties. Her super math boy was sated too, sagging flaccid along with his cock with a cute little pleased smile on his sweaty brow until his heavy-lidded eyes caught a glance of the clock.
“Oh goodness!” He squeaked out, slipping of the desk and wiping his dripping cock off on Terri’s skirt before he tucked himself decent to rush to his prep-class that he had two minutes to get to.
“Bwye Henwy~” She tittered stoned, wiggling her fingers weakly with a hand between her thigh.
“Terri is it?” The teacher stood over Terri, but it took a while for her hazy and horny eyes to adjust to that fact as she squirmed with her fingers’ ‘adjustments’ at her soaked sheen thong, flashing most the class with her aroused slit swallowing her panties. “Could I please ask you to sit back down?”
“Y-Yes sir~!” She spittled out from her mouth drowned in boy cum, looking like a drunk on a rocky ship as she tried to walk herself back with her rubber legs bound into these obscenely heels, all while girls were openly insulting her figure and morals before she got back to her seat, but she didn’t care. Those bitches were just jealous that she was vibing moist while they were only doing dusty ol’ studying.
She leaned back in her chair, in her own la-la land for quite a while as she squeezed her bullet-firm nipples before her beating heart calmed enough to allow just a little bit of helpful blood into her brain to start her thinking again. Her eyes fell to her notebook, trying to make sense what she was even doing before Henry got here. Something about a list of smarties and…
Oh!
In her lust, she’d completely let it slip from her mind of that assembly this morning, so concerned about the uniform and her renewed role as a fuck-hole for nerds that she’d forgotten that some lucky nerd had gotten ultimate power today. But why had she been worried? Her perma-puckered lips curved at that very question pensively, not understanding. The nerds loved her and her fat ‘n delicious curves! They wouldn’t do anything mean to her she knew it as long as she looked straight out of one of those hentai comics they loved. And heck, if they did do something, it would probably be a change so deliciously pervy that she couldn’t stay mad at them for long.
Oh~ Now she was hoping they made a change with her!
So she then proceeded to cast aside completely any smidgen of worry and went back to her list, throwing hearts and stars on a new page of nerds, this time making sure to schedule in her favourite dicks and pussies to taste today while saving the best for the end of the day. Just another productive start of the school year for her!
*Knock-Knock*
That boring history teacher had to go to the door one more time before he could even continue though, rolling his eyes as he peeked outside. “*Ahem* I think there are two boys for you, Miss Terri, and they’ve got… a costume with them?”
Terri let out a shiver. That simply had to be Kumar and Ranjan - some of her favourite geniuses in the school! They had sent a message to her phone earlier if she wanted to cosplay some outfits for them and she eagerly agreed. And here she thought she was going to wait for her third block to do such things! Such joy~!
She nodded, muttering loud enough for all of the ‘normies’ to hear but simply unable to properly suppress her smile. “F-Fucking nerds…”
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