4:05 PM… Hop to it Bitch! You’re running late.

“I hope Marci didn’t take my subtle hints personally. I really like the Band teacher.” Since speaking with newly rehired band teacher Marcella Drummond earlier and coaxing her into becoming less stuck up, so to speak, she felt she broke ground on the new/old musician in town. If only Piper knew what she and Angus Furlong had just done out in the once vacant Band room. Gorgeous music together in the form of what started as a side-by-side Masturbation that went all the way was the topic of destruction. Angus was proud of his encouragement skills. Too bad he couldn’t tell Piper about it. A promise to Marci would be kept for the time being. Trust meant more! Piper WAS well aware of that much. Trust meant everything. “I can’t worry about Marci right now. I’m sure she will come around fairly quick. I mean she did have Sex with the announcer at the Marquette game Friday. Anyway, I better get dressed and head upstairs before my detainees think I went home.”

In the principal’s office, the door wide open Piper Cherry began to change out of her yellow leggings and white top for more comfort. Students still prowling that hadn’t left yet for the day spotted her peeling her leggings down and off of her bare feet. Her back to the hallway the boys checking her out got more than they bargained for in that perfect booty. They had seen glimpses of her butt cheeks before in her short dresses but not full nudity.

Tugging her top over her head she cast it on her desk and stretched to toy with her long blond hair for a brief moment. Satisfied for whatever reason she reached to her chair for a secondary dress on hand, this one a sheer white number that she had never worn before, at first considering it too see through, which it was. With Carl getting after her constantly to step up her game this outfit was definitely a bell ringer. Pulling it on over her head she smoothed it out and let it form fit to her dynamic curves. Her dark tan from being out on the river in Roger Dundee’s boat, her flesh was totally shining through the fabric as if the dress were cream colored rather than white. The boys took pictures behind her back then hid their phones before she could catch them.

Turning around she saw the three boys standing there in a daze now that she faced them. Her areolas were dark enough to show them exactly where they were located even if her nipples stabbing out weren’t a telltale signature. Her belly button even had an indentation dip, jewelry lifting the material also noted. When it got to her thighs her pelvis bone lifted the material away from immediate flesh, so her Pussy was not so easy to make out. “Oh! Hello there! Uhhh, yellow there.” A point at her leggings on the desk.

“That was awesome.” Joey Thorne spoke for his blushing buddies. “Love your dress Miss Cherry. You should wear that more often.”

“That’s the plan… what was your name again? Tom Peeper?”

“Funny! I’m Joe! Zach and Steve.” She didn’t want to know how old they were. Damage done she just crossed her fingers they were eighteen. The opened door was careless on her part because she was in a hurry. Tucking her other clothes into a desk drawer while they hovered she locked it with her purse and prepared to head upstairs to Sahara Central, home of the hotbox, there being no air or power up there due to budget cuts. Carl referred to detention up that as Hell on Earth. Close enough!

Keys in hand for the chain locks binding the doors on the third floor she moved toward the trio with a smile. “Bell rang thirty minutes ago, go home.”

“Waiting on our ride. My dad is coming to get us.” Joey told her as they blocked her exit just enough that she had to squeeze by them, her breasts right in their face. Eyes bulging as much as hers she snapped her fingers to get their attention higher than chest level.

“Wait outside!”

“There’s air conditioning in here. It’s like 101 outside. You’re going to detention, right?”

“I am!” She locked the office door knowing their eyes were now on her butt cheeks and the deep crevice the dress was pointing out.

“You’re gonna sweat your Ass off up there.”

“I’m used to it. Don’t break a blood vessel.” For some reason they all looked down at their laps. “I meant your eyeballs. Be seeing you boys. That is if you don’t go blind in the next three minutes.” While she hurried down the hall and up the stairs. Halfway there she looked back and busted them using their cells to record her wiggling away basically nude in this dress. “Yep! If they’re not blind by now they will be when they go home and beat off to that 30 second Porn. Why me?” As if she didn’t know.

Reaching the second-floor landing and beginning her trek up to the third, she found her 31derful flavors all crammed together. Waiting on her to unlock the chains and let them in they were disgruntled due to the heat even outside the doors. “Sorry I’m late! You try running in stiletto heels.”

“Holy crap Piper!” Finn Rice looked at her sheer dress, technically they all did, but he was first to speak up. “Now this kind of dress you need to buy in bulk.”

“They’re in the mail. I ordered them last night from a store in Italy called MAMA M.I.A. She only designs clothes that are sheer like all of their sheep. No cotton was used in this dress.” That garnered laughter as she felt hands rubbing all up on her contours as she unlocked the padlocks and snaked the chains through the handles. With the help of Ebonn Craig the doors were opened, and the chains were brought inside until everyone had filed in, and she closed it back up, locking it from the inside. Only a few stragglers remained staring at her. Nerd Herd! “What? You wasted your money on those x-ray glasses in your comic book ads? See?” She fluttered her hands over her body, “I told you not to. I can’t knocker you guys, I bought a pair too.” Index fingers points at both nipples. “Triple XXX-Ray even.” Shooing them on while laughing they beat her to room 69.

Finally she could be alone with her boy toys, all 31 of them if everyone was in attendance, although she had yet to get a head count. “My hormones are going crazy wearing this dress. I’m not sure I could get away with this one in particular during school hours, unless Carl pushes me into bad judgment, I am prone to not listening to the little angel on my shoulder, the one with the pitchfork up her Ass. Just the reaction thus far these guys are going to go primal on me. Resistance is waning on my part these days as it is. I know I need to explore the trust more but dammit…” She needed action, today she felt like pushing her boundaries far beyond what she had thus far. Sure she had offered minor Sex with a few boys, namely soft penetration as she called it and one time full on Sex with Custer Martini at Roger Dundee’s direct orders, but that left many of her usual detainees wanting. Wanting BAD!

“Let’s see what I can do differently. I’m feeling froggy!”

“What are you going to do to top last time Miss Cherry?” Darryl Priest chimed in as they all watched Piper close the door to Cellblock 69… affectionately called Detention. All day long her 31derful flavors looked forward to being confined with the hottest blond Counsellor in Horton-Dexter’s history. Today was no exception, somehow, she managed to wear less and less to college without getting into trouble. All the time in a dress of some kind, short skirts, enormous cleavage, no underwear ever these days, and sometimes even slits up the sides, even her yellow leggings were a hit due to their low hip hugging and being so tight her every move shared where her body creased. That camel toe was sucking the micro thin material up deep all day long, same for her Ass crack. She might as well have been naked.

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 all the time. 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 wondered.

“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 eager 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 all the time 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 begin 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 smart 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 wondered 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.

Two more laps were ridden in style over Finn and Antoine, the floor becoming a haven for hopefuls in a lineup clear across the classroom. Piper was dying, her Pussy aching to be fed but she just couldn’t, not this soon. As yet another anthem faded in came a solid 2 Live Crew marathon which led into, We Want Pussy. The more she danced the more her boys jerked around her, cum was spitting in her honor.

Seeing various boys closing in on detonation she abandoned her current lap over Gavin Ruley and dropped to her knees in front of one of the standing ovations. Lifting her breasts, she allowed a perfect target to be shot on, staring up at Tight End Nolan Proctor with puppy dog eyes just to inspire his courage. A second boy jumped from his seat and joined in coating her chest. Watching their loads fire so valiantly she began wagging her tongue. Piper went further than ordinary wanting to surpass her fears in trusting them and flicked their urethras to sample lasting droplets before moving on. Was it ironic that the next song was Get It Girl?

Leaping up she moved on and circulated by dancing from boy to boy, again coaxing those remaining with their pants on to whip it out. By songs end every young man in the class was stroking hard. Incoming song Tootsee Roll made her smile, her dance moves following the beat going from left to right, pinching, rubbing, teasing, even crouching to lick a selected foreskin ever so briefly. Darryl Priest was a happy man!

Guys began standing up and circling her, more desk chairs slid out of the way to increase the circumference of the circle. Giving her the center to roam within she took to her hands and knees then prowled fast to caress as many cocks as she could before the song could end. At 19 cocks she switched from timid grabs and stood up again to rub her Ass on dicks one after another, hands back in her hair. Not a single boy there groped her to ruin the moment. Fun, fun, fun!

Giddy, she made her rounds until the song switched from 2 Live Crew to Three 6 Mafia’s Slob on My Knob. She fanned her face having worked up one hell of a sweat, not a single spot on her beautiful body refused to shine. Hair matted she pushed onward. This time, hearing the topic of the song she gave up, dropping to her hands and knees once again to crawl from boy to boy. Dicks in her face she kissed each and every one on the crown, keeping her lips sealed to prevent temptation on their part. Unsatisfied her audience groaned, they expected more. Blowing strands of hair from her eyes she looked around as the song ended.

“WHAT?” She stretched her arms wide, “A pecker for a pecker not good enough?”

Calvin moved his song on the list to Push Em Off from Three 6 Mafia… more aggressive and demanding, they tightened their ranks hip to hip, her entire class was participating. Under her breath she hissed her favorite words when she was caught off guard.

“Fuck Me!”

They loved when she said those magic words. Sooner or later, they would all want just that. Although not ruled out she wasn’t quite ready for that eventuality. Maybe next time. All she knew in this moment was that cum was shooting all around her, enough to spark her back into action. Lips parting, she shook her head at what she was getting herself into, her mindset moving in for the kill. Those Cumming she placed her opened mouth around their crowns and tightened her lips, not a BJ, but just enough that they could distribute in the fact she went this far. Tongue blocking any mouthful of jizz their loads pelted her as she switched from boy to boy, cum drooling down her chin rather than swallow it. Very little got past her tongue blockade. Not that she hadn’t considered, her appetite for destruction was escalating.

On a ordinary day the idea of another man’s cum touching them was stressful but today the boys didn’t even flinch. They all let her take in their crowns one after the other. The fact none of them pushed her to take their dicks in deeper proved that they respected her. The issue in her mind was the fact their precum or prevented load on her lips was tasting mighty yummy. Each sample flared her eyes more and more often. Adding to her stimulation was Lil Wayne’s Gettin’ Some Head. While droll, the point was out there, that was exactly what they wanted.

Wagging her fuck, you finger at them with a deadly grin she took a deep breath and made a finalized decision. She would take them in further but only one deep throat insertion then gone. Stupid? She knew she was gonna get them really riled up by doing it. No pain no strain!

Song reverting to N.W.A.’s She Swallowed It, Piper began laughing and holding her long blond hair back before beginning her tour. Toby Mellon was shocked when she took his big dick deep into her throat, gagged once, then pulled away, off to do the same to Darryl, Big Calvin himself, Ebonn, and a number of his goth buddies. Along the way the song repeated the verse Addicted, Addicted, Addicted…