Meadowvale Academy Chapter 3
Meadowvale Academy
Chapter 3: Home Room
It was with some subterfuge that the four students entered Meadowvale Academy, three for the first time. They had just enough time to do a haphazard attempt at looking presentable before the limo pulled into the ground and the privacy wall came down. The windows had been cranked down quickly to disperse the smell of sex and makeup had just as quickly been reapplied. Ingrid, the eldest, hoped her mother didn't notice that Tyler was wearing a different shade of lip gloss, but it was a close as she could get on short notice.
There were girls in uniform everywhere Tyler noticed. Chatting with one another, laughing, joking just like any other school before class. A bell rung and the students started filing in.
"Come on," Sofia called. "You're going to need to be assigned a Home Room. I'll show you were the office is." With that she grabbed Tyler's hand and started towards the building. The other two, looked at each other, grinned, and followed.
It was a short jaunt to their destination, easily found by signs pointing the way. The building itself was as nice inside as it was outside. An older structure built in Tudor fashion, it dripped of exclusivity. Presently the four of them stood in front of a glass door which read `Meadowvale Academy, Front Office'. The quartet entered and sat on the chairs just inside the door against the wall.
"Can I help you?" came a query from behind the counter. A full bodied attractive woman in her mid 20's with copper red hair pulled back in a high pony tail smiled warmly at the quartet. Her bangs framed the tops of her dark blue glasses with matched the colour of the dress she wore. Freckles completed the image of a typical high school office denizen.
"I'm Sofia Garcia, I go to school here," the Latino girl started. "These are friends of mine and new students, Ingrid, Tyler, and Riley Halversson. They need to be assigned a Home Room."
"Halversson, Halversson," the woman pondered. The sign on the counter said `Sally Ann Clearwater'. Tyler decided that she indeed did look like a Sally Ann. "Are you the daughters of the new teacher June Halversson?"
Ingrid then stood up and spoke. "Yes, yes we are."
"Right, we were told to expect you," she smiled. "Ingrid?" she nodded towards the tallest who nodded affirmatively. The secretary walked around from behind the counter towards a map that hung on the wall above the chairs they sat on. Standing in front of Tyler she pointed out on the map to his older sister. "You have Miss Beauvalier on the third floor." As she reached her dress accidently brushed up against the boy's face momentarily. He thought something beneath the material hit his nose but couldn't be sure. He tried to pull back but there was nowhere to go. Unseen from below, the older woman had glanced down at that which she had trapped below and then to the girl standing beside her who smiled knowingly. "The best way to get there is to use the West Staircase," she instructed stretching slightly to point those out. This caused her to rock back slightly but thrust her hips forward a bit to counterbalance the move. He caught a whiff of cum and immediately began to harden. Tyler gripped his books tighter to his lap hiding his distress. He felt Riley softly scratch the back of his neck, pushing his head slightly forward into the material. He felt it for certain now. Sally Ann Clearwater had all the tools Sofia had. Just then the secretary backed away and pointed toward his other sister. "You're Riley correct? You'll be with Miss Avery, just down the hall and to the right, third door." She traced the route on the map. The two sisters left. He thought he could hear them giggling as they walked away. "That leaves you, Tyler right?" She motioned him forward and he stood desperately trying to hide the bulge sticking out of his skirt. Sofia bumped into him slightly and he dropped his books. Redfaced he quickly bent over to pick them up as both of the others took in an appreciative view of his cheeks in tartan. "You're lucky. You'll be in the same class as Sofia here, Miss Cantwell's" She turned to the dark haired girl. "You can get her to where she needs to be right?"
"You bet Miss Clearwater." She gave Tyler a hug happy they were in the same Home Room. He felt her rod rub up against his own. "We're going to have so much fun together."
"On your way then," she chided. With that she patted the new student on the behind, her hand lingering a second too long, a finger tracing the crevice between the orbs. He chewed his lower lip has his hard-on bobbed once more, fortunately away from the woman he had just met. Grabbing his hand once more, the curly haired girl once more led the way.
Down a hall, up some stairs, around a corner and down a hall again they went. `Rebecca Cantwell' the name on the door read. "This is it. Come on; let's find a place to sit."
The room was set up in small work shop like areas so students could work in teams of three. There were 2 rows of long tables, four deep, each some five feet wide. Behind each of them was a bench that sat three, though somewhat cozily. At the back of the room was a higher table that held audio/video equipment. Sofia looked around and waving pointed across the room "Look there are two over there, next to Heather." Acknowledging her wave, the other girl redheaded, tall, and curvy jerked her head sideways as if to say "Get over here." The two plowed on through the milling crowd of classmates until they got to the table they were aiming for.
"Hey you," Heather greeted giving Sofia a little hug that enveloped the other student.
"Hey you right back," she grinned. "This is Tyler, it's her first day."
"Hey you too." The other said, giving the new arrival a hug as well. The girl was nearly as tall as Aunt Astrid and his head was buried in the valley of her breasts. "You're in good shape we don't have to go anywhere until second period. We have Miss Cantwell for first class!"
As if on cue, the teacher entered the room. She was a statuesque brunette, taller than even Ingrid by a at least four inches. She was the largest person in the room which was saying something given the size of the girl he was just smothered by. She wore a conservative dark grey skirt and a silver pinstriped blouse. Tyler couldn't take his eyes off of her backside, it was exquisite. The other two noticed but he didn't see them. A cute Asian girl in front of them raised her hand and Miss Cantwell walked over to help her with what sounded like a problem with the previous day's exercise. The brunette bent at the waist, looking over the student's shoulder and began tutoring her. Her butt couldn't have been more than two feet away from him and dominated whatever view he might have had of his surroundings.
"What a beautiful ass she has," Sofia whispered in his ear, her hand sliding across his left leg. His shaft sprung to attention once again as he looked painfully at the Latino student and shook his head. "I'll bet you'd love to taste it wouldn't you?" It was as if she had read his mind. It didn't help that his member throbbed when she mentioned it, further giving away the game. Heather then scooched over closer to him and prevented him from moving away as the hand closed in. She was fully aware of his difficulties and enjoying his discomfort. Abruptly the teacher straightened up and turned to greet the new arrival. Sofia quickly removed her hand and opened a book. Heather suddenly appeared disinterested and looked at the chalkboard.
"You must be Tyler Halversson, our newest student. Welcome to Meadowvale young woman. We specialize in helping girls grow into women here. Do well and you'll have your pick of schools after you graduate." She smiled down at him in a friendly manner looking at his face as if she didn't see his erection. But there was no way she could have missed it. Miss Cantwell turned to the rest. "Film time people. This week it's MacBeth. Watch and learn, quiz Friday." She moved to the back of the room and turned on the movie and then flipped off the lights.
The opening credits had no sooner started to roll when the two girls went to work on him. Once more Sofia's hand snaked out, encircling his cock as she began jacking him. Heather poured a bit of lube on the shaft to make things move easier. She then unbuttoned his school blouse and flipped the bra up so she could start tonguing his nipples. It was no use and he knew it. He gave up and let the girls have their way with him. Once they saw his resistance slide away they stepped up their tactics. A hand with a pungent aroma slid towards his face. It brushed up against the top of his lip beneath his nose and smeared something there.
"Take a wiff, pretend it is Miss Cantwell's ass," he heard Heather instruct him quietly. "She smells good doesn't she?" He groaned and felt the same hand push its way into his mouth as soon as he opened it. Sofia increased her pace as Heather fucked his mouth slowly with a small portion of her own waste allowing him to savour it all. "And she tastes good too, doesn't she?"
The hand on his cock quickened again. "Going to cum for me Tyler, cum for Miss Cantwell?" The digits in his mouth disappeared slid out clean, but reappeared moments later with more stink. Again Heather painted the skin above his upper lip then pressed them into his mouth. He let them ooze in and coat his tongue. Between the aroma and the flavor his resistance melted away and his sticky milk began to shoot as he spasmed wildly. Rope upon rope surged in her palm with a wet, smacking sound. Sofia looked quickly at her friend as she realized she was running out of room quickly. "Some help here," she whispered to the redhead, looking down. Heather quickly replaced the black haired girl's full hand with her own empty one.
"Love cum," she murmured pushing her hand to his mouth and she continued pumping his seed.
"Love cum," Tyler repeated as he grabbed her hand and cleaned it frantically, the ass grease smeared above his upper lip releasing the boy from all inhibitions. Another hand replaced it, this one Heather's. The two girls whispered to him, urging him on. More hands, more cum until finally he was finished, spent.
Behind the trio unseen, leaning on the empty last table in the row was Miss Cantwell. Her skirt was pulled up revealing a pipe that must have been at least 12 inches and with more heft to it than many. On her knees in front of her was Samantha, the cute as a button Asian that she was helping before. Her left hand was ramming the student's head of up and down on her shaft, making her take it all, again and again. The teacher had watched it all. She had watched Sofia jack her new friend, watched Heather feed the new girl some of her anal juices and tell her it was her teacher's. She had watched her explode when she heard the whispers. She watched the new student swallow mouthful and after mouthful of cum. She hammered away at Samantha's mouth. She closed her eyes and pretended it was Tyler's. And then she started pumping her creamy white seed deep down the gullet of the girl on her knees before her. She once more imagined it was Tyler. She once more heard her say "Love cum."
End of Chapter 3