Between Piper Cherry and fellow teacher Josie McKellen the hotness was off the index. Now even Art teacher Mimi Alexander was exhibiting her own sexuality, taught and nurtured along by her friends Piper and Josie. Principal Carl Manley had even adopted her under his servitude wing. While still less bold she was getting there. That’s another story, today… it’s all Cherry’s jubilee.
“I was thinking of just sitting here for an hour and watching you boys sweat in this god forsaken sweat lodge.” She wiped a trickle of beaded sweat from her bulging breast, barely contained within her thin cocoon. Big blue eyes led them to disbelieve her as always. She was too big of a tease to keep a straight face. That dress alone being sheer and gathering dampness was now beginning to prove the wet-t-shirt theory. Clingy and needy! By the end of detention that thing would soak up so much sweat the sheer would be clear. Everyone there was thinking the same thing. It was time that someone relayed their universal thought.
“Get that motherfucking dress off Piping hot.” Angus sat at his desk tilting back on it’s hind legs, hands folded over his abs. Even after fucking Marci Drummond he was ready and willing to do more with the bombshell blond here.
Feigning appalled she covered her areolas with opened palms as if offended, “Are you beautiful Young Men going to let him talk to me like that?”
“YES!!!!” Every boy there chuckled.
“Well in that case I suppose I should obey my fanbase. Hit me with some music Calvin.”
“On it, Miss Cherry.”
With a mischievous wink she added, “Soon enough.”
Standing up Piper waves two strapping young gentlemen in to lift her up on top of her desk rather than climb up on her own. Finn Rice and Corey Samson jump at the chance both kneeling at her feet and gripping her legs by the thighs to lift her. Squealing midflight and teetering to keep her own upper body aloft they managed to reach level ground on the desk surface. Swaying in her stiletto heels even once up there was a challenge without breaking her neck. “I’m on topple the world Ma!” She busted up laughing. “Maybe I’ll stage dive after my show.” They were all acting ready to make a mosh pit.
Once steady atop her desk, fingertips barely touching the ceiling tiles as if a support Calvin Knobbs flips on his cell and lets the music beat. Knowing she preferred heavy metal music they always gave her what she wanted. This time it was the song America by the band Motionless in White. Student Toby Mellon chose it when he made a playlist for Calvin. Calvin of course considered it racist. It wasn’t.
It was a good enough song to strip too. Allowing Piper to show off her flirtatious dance skills. As a Cheerleader for the Atlanta Falcons she got rather good in stripper movements even though she never once stripped on the field, well… not until the Marquette football game last Friday. Close enough only wearing feathers in her duel with Marquette Pep Squad Coach Maya Trinidad. She really needed to call that bitch and hang out sometime. Hands in her blonde locks she thrived on all eyes waiting on the inevitable. Make them sweat like she was doing became her motto. She put the WET in sWEaT!
It took the second song to get her motor running. Jackyl’s Dirty Little Mind fit the mood around the room, so much so that half of her attending fans stood up and began dropping their pants to get a healthy start on jerking off for her to watch as she danced. “Dance on these poles Stripper!” Gavin Ruley belted out.
“I will when you put the TIP in sTrIP!” She was so clever in her word play. Wallets were coming out even though hardly any of them had actual cash. Mostly ID’s and unused condoms. Piper Cherry felt the heat fast, her hands in her hair getting raunchy in her possessed flesh. It was time to cool off. That silky number she was wearing throughout her dance was lifted and brought over her head then was cast away from wearing it until after detention was over. Heels taken off she went barefoot for the last few seconds of the song. “Ditching these drumsticks before I break dance.” She managed to lose one at a time and not fall over. Bitch was good! She really should have sat down first but she wanted a daring show that had them on the edge of their seats. Speaking of…
Kneeling lower she took a seat on the desk top then lay back gripping her ankles to offer them a spread eagle view of her perfect pink pussy. Fanning her legs in and out she let go of her ankles and brought her feet to the ground in front of her desk as if a TA DA moment. Turning her back to them she ignored everyone and bent forward over the desk and spread her legs wide to offer them a hard look at her clam and pucker that sat ready for them should she allow it. Guys were looking at one another questioning if that was her intent. Reaching behind her she pried her ass cheeks as wide as they could flex then just as rapidly let them go in favor of a dance recital. Twerking like a pro the guys busted up laughing.
Nerd Herd member Dean Cooley chuckled, “You should make a Tic Toc video Miss Cherry.”
“Dick Dock maybe. I’d drive my yacht up that cANAL.” Angus belted out. “SUEZ! SUEZ!” He made pig squeals just to be cute. Chuckles silenced quickly when she stood tall and twisted to point at him.
“I see only one pig in the room Buddy. Unless you can fly, shut your ham hocks. There will be no swine before it’s time.”
“Yeah, Furlong quit playing with your peccary.” Antoine Boss chided his buddy.
“MUSIC! WHERE IS MY MUSIC?” Piper clapped her hands, “cHOP! cHOP!” Calvin thought she said Hip-Hop!
Calvin quickly fixing the dead air with a song of his own he went full on with 2 Live Crew’s Pop That Pussy. Not her music style but it did make her smile. Her resumed twerking became a full force booty shake that gave them all wHIPlash. For a beauty with a perfect body, she could still shine on the grind. Leaving the desk, she moved out into her audience and danced up close to anyone jerking off. Encouraging others to whip out their cocks led to another batch of erections for her to taunt. The guys were quickly realizing she was fired up and going for her best show to date. Moving from boy to boy in a glance over her shoulder she shook her ass right up against their laps, dicks slapping her cheeks with her maddening twerks. A few wet whips against her she knew the cum was a brewing for a spewing.
She found herself giggling with them, some of the Nerd Herd just didn’t know how to react. As one song ended, 2 Live Crew continued with Face Down Ass Up. Piper was enjoying this change a little too much. With so many desk chairs slid out of their way giving her room she decided to offer actual lap dances. Nudging him down to sit on the floor she straddled Angus Furlong and rolled her labia directly along his pressed over beast. He loved the friction of her gyrating cunt, wet and warm as it glazed his girth. So did she, it turned her on to the point of unbelievable levels. Tits swarming to both sides of his face at first it led to Angus kissing one nipple then the other, tugging them between puckered lips until they popped. That was her signal to move on to other seats. She was getting too tempted to just ride the Quarterback and had to perform a Bail Mary. Down the field she went.