It was impressive.
I trembled, my heart pounding in my chest. Blood rushed through me while I buzzed with rapture. It was a treat. My chest rose and fell. I panted, my tie feeling so tight about my throat now. I straightened as my sex slave finished zipping me up.
“Now this is an Erlenmeyer flask,” Sister Petra said, holding up a cone-shaped beaker with a flat bottom, unaware of our fun.
Soon, Chemistry came to an end. I took Aleah’s arm and swept out, seeing all those girls staring at me. Hailee pursed her lips and winked at me while the brunette with the braids just had this look of jealous longing on her face.
“You have fun at PE, Master,” Aleah said. “Maybe they’ll let you use the girls’ locker room.”
“Coed changing?” I asked, grinning at her.
“I’m sure you’ll be there by, say, Friday.”
I laughed louder and gave her a kiss. “Have fun in math.”
She grimaced. “I’m going to need your tutoring, Master. Of course, you know I’m more than willing to pay the anal price.”
“Remind me to fuck you up the ass and have Zahia suck me clean,” I told her.
“Ooh, yes, Master,” she moaned and then gave me another hot kiss that had girls whispering and giggling and talking about us. Aleah had a big grin on her face when she broke the kiss. Then she whirled around, her fiery pigtails dancing.
I headed to PE. I passed my other sex slave, Tania, on the way there. She was two grades beneath me, so we had no classes together. She flashed me a sultry smile as she sauntered towards me, her strawberry-blonde hair dancing about her head. I caught her and kissed her on the mouth.
She squirmed against me, her round breasts pressing into my chest. She was Aleah’s younger sister but had the larger tits. I broke it and said, “Have fun with your study date with Regina.”
“And you have fun on your date, Master,” she said and broke away.
A girl gasped, “I heard he was dating a senior girl. Now he’s kissing her.”
“I hear he’s dating them both,” another said. “And that they’re sisters.”
“Kinky.”
I loved it.
I strolled through the halls, loving the sights. Bettie passed me and gave me a hot wink. I spotted virginal Havva who trembled as she smiled at me. I thought she was the Jann. I was still searching for that Si’lat. There had to be a slutty, Arab cutie around here somewhere. A brassy-haired girl wearing black tights gave me a winsome smile as she walked by.
I caught a glimpse of the athletic girl with the sleek, black hair walking ahead of me as I approached the locker rooms. She headed into the girls’ space and paused. She glanced at me, a smile on her lips and a look of studious inquisition on her face. She examined me for a moment and then she walked into the locker room.
I followed into the boys. It was small. Hardly any lockers, one shower, and not much else. I stripped off my uniform, my cock already bulging hard. I pulled on my uniform, a white t-shirt that fit tight and had the college’s crest of arms stitched into the fabric over my heart. The shorts were red, matching the same hue as found in the tartan skirts. I laced up my jogging shoes and closed my locker.
I didn’t bother with a padlock. Who would come in here and steal it?
I headed out to the gym, the entrance located between the girls’ and boys’ locker rooms. The girls were coming out in their tight t-shirts and red athletic shorts, showing off some cute thighs. They smiled at me.
“Hey, Corey,” said Briana, a blonde with freckles on her face. “Guess it’s lucky for us that you’re in our class.”
“Maybe lucky me,” I told her, glancing at her legs. “You look cute in that.”
Her friend, a girl with light-brown hair, giggled and whispered. The pair swept in. I was about to follow them when I groaned. The goth girl stepped out of the locker room and froze. She glared at me. Her pale face tightened. Her black lips pursed tight. She wore her athletic t-shirt and red shorts, too, her tennis shoes black. She had a spiderweb tattoo on her inner thigh.
“You’re in this class?” she hissed. I still didn’t know her name, but she was a lesbian who didn’t like me being here. I needed to hook her up with some pussy to distract her. “If I catch you ogling any of the girls, I will tell Coach Bennett and get you kicked out.”
“No harm in looking,” I said. “We can both enjoy the sights.”
Her lips curled in disgust. She marched shouldered into me on her way past. I didn’t flinch, and she bounced off. She snarled and darted inside. I shook my head, my cock pulsing in my pants. Aaliyah’s wish to let me attend here had made most of the girls friendly, but it didn’t work on everyone.
“Well, she’s kind of a bitch,” a new voice said.
The athletic girl from my history class swept out. She had a sleek flow of glossy-black hair that she had tied back with a red headband. She had pale skin, but not nearly as white as the goth lesbian. Her round breasts looked particularly perky in her t-shirt. She had heat in her smile and a steamy look in her eyes as she flicked her gaze up and down my body.
“Yeah, she kinda is,” I said, glancing at her. Her legs were toned. Firm. “The outfit fits you.”
“Oh? You like a girl showing off her legs?” she asked as she flowed by. That steamy look in her eyes flashed even hotter. My blood boiled as she passed.
“If they are as great as your legs,” I said and followed her into the gymnasium.
I could almost feel her smile. It was in the way she walked before me. She was pleased. Her shorts clung to her rump. Her hips had a delicious sway to them. She glided across the room. My cock was rock-hard, the pressure building in my balls.
Coach Bennett wore a similar outfit. She was surprisingly perky and young, a fresh smile. She had her blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail. She had a petite build, short and slender, her breasts small. She could pass for a younger student, like a freshman or a sophomore.
“Good afternoon!” she said. “Well, having PE as the last class of the day is exciting for you. A little exercise to stretch those legs after all those hours of sitting on your keisters.” She planted her hands on her hips. “Your bodies need to be trained just like your mind. That’s important. A balanced life is one of our goals. I know you brainiacs think exercise is a waste of time. That ‘nerds’ and ‘academics’ never do sports or even simple jogging, but you’re wrong. Some of the great minds in science were excellent athletes.”
She went through her intro speech and then we were doing our warm-up stretches. She had me stand up front, which let me get a good look at her tight shorts and petite body and those fine legs, but didn’t let me ogle all those girls. No staring at Tammy’s ass or enjoying Briana’s rump. No looking at the Athletic girl’s sweet thighs.
I could feel the girls staring at my ass, though.
“Mmm, I like a boy in shorts,” said the athletic girl as I was bending over to touch my toes.
“Yeah?” I said. “Enjoying staring at my ass.”
“It’s a great ass to study,” she said. “You’re in great shape. That’s good. I wonder how great of shape you are in.”
“Trust me, I can go all night,” I said. “Just ask my girlfriends.”