As Scott got settled into the idea of taking any notes, despite the stripperiffic attire the girls wore, he found himself engrossed in Mr. Pickens' lecture. The man had a passion for history, and he wasn't a teacher who assumed his students were uninterested in learning.
Currently, he was talking about the fictional portrayal of the Roman Empire's orgiastic practices (such as in movies), and how they compared to the real thing. Rather obscene and graphic in description, at first Scott assumed this was supposed to be the equivalent of a scene from a sitcom, where the motivational speaker becomes extremely depraved, but as the class continued, the redneck found himself taking extensive notes. Scott was so focused on Mr. Pickens' talk, that he eventually heard a light moaning coming from the front of the room. It took a moment for Scott to realize that two of the girls, a busty brunette in a perverted schoolgirl uniform and the blond next to her, had their hands busy below each others' waists.
As the lecture continued, the girls' panting and moaning slowly began to get louder and sexier. Mr. Pickens apparently wasn't even fazed by their activities; apparently, this sort of thing must happen all the time with the two sluts. That's when Scott realized that they weren't staring at the whiteboard; their eyes were apparently locked on their teachers' crotch. Glancing up, Scott realized that the teacher was sporting a hard-on, though he couldn't tell the exact measurements (nor did he want to). After a moment, Scott realized the girl next to him had a hand on top of her skirt, rubbing her crotch through the material and trying to be subtle about it. The way she was biting her lip and letting out little gasps, it was obvious she wouldn't be silent for long.
After a few more minutes, Mr. Pickens' lecture came to a close.
"Anyway, students, for an upcoming assignment next week, you'll be split into pairs to prepare a presentation based on a historical era of your choosing." A hand rose from the middle of the room. "Yes, Mr. Connor?"
A tall dark-haired student was apparently the owner of the hand. "Would the Hyborian or Melnibonean eras be acceptable eras?"
"No, Mr. Connor. I'll be posting the pairings tomorrow. As for this evening, I'd like you all to prepare a two-page paper about the Battle of Marathon, and the effects of the outcome." The end-of-class bell rang, dismissing the students. As they all began to file out, the teacher spoke up. "Mr. Dorian, Miss Sykes and Miss Pearson, could I speak with you, please?"
Scott headed up to the desk. Apparently, the two girls Mr. Pickens had mentioned were the duo who hadn't been able to keep their hands still.
"Just one moment, ladies," Mr. Pickens said before turning to Scott. "I know that you're new here, Scott, so I'll let your tardiness slide today. Normally, in situations like this, we simply inform the Headmistress, and let her choose an appropriate punishment. But this time, I'll be merciful. Just try not to let it happen again. And by the way, 'Freewill' was always my favorite Rush tune."
"Absolutely, sir. And again, I apologize." Scott headed out the door, the teacher's knowledge of classic rock locking him in as a favorite teacher in Scott's mind. If he had looked back, he might have noticed the two girls getting awfully close to his teacher. As it was, he was distracted by a hand on his shoulder. The hand, belonging to the girl who had been seated next to him, looked the redneck in the eyes, practically drooling with lust.
"You're coming with me, rookie," she said lustfully. If it wasn't for her slutty outfit, Scott would've thought the girl was as innocent in the ways of sex as he had been when he arrived. She was cute like Lydia, with shoulder-length dark red hair, and a light spray of freckles across her cheeks. It was the look of lust in her eyes that disproved her innocent character. Grabbing Scott's arm, they headed into a nearby bathroom. Leaning against a wall, she got Scott onto his knees with a light shove.
"God, that class had me so hot. Please, I need you to help me get off. Don't worry, I know you're still pure - " the girl gestured to the wristband " - but there are other things we can do."
Leaning forward, Scott took the zipper on the side of her skirt with his teeth. Slowly pulling it down, he set it aside, and was confronted with her pussy. Shaved smooth, except for the hair above her cunt shaved into the shape of a heart, he cracked, "Nice to know you're a real redhead!"
The unknown girl giggled. She pressed Scott's face in between her legs, and he set his mouth to work on the girl's sweet pussy. He started out by licking along the smooth outer lips, resulting in the redhead flexing her hips up against that tongue. Then, he grabbed onto her hips as he licked between one set of inner and outer labia, circling his tongue around her clit a few times before lightly licking his way between the lips on the other side. Scott planted a firm, wet kiss on the bottom of her pussy, then blew it dry.
"Are you enjoying this, sweetie?"
"Oooo yeah, lick my fucking pussy! And hurry, there's not much time between classes!" the redhead said before grabbing onto Scott's head with both hands and pressing his lips to her lower ones. Scott scratched his nails along the girl's inner thigh, stopping just short of her pussy. Without warning, she shoved Scott back down. The girl began humping her hips on Scott's face, her eyes squeezed shut and squirming like mad when Scott was able to get just a bit of separation for her lips. It was amazing; here he was, eating out this girl, and he didn't even know her name!
"Oooh, God! I'm gonna cum! Oooo, oh no! Don't tease me like that! Lick my clit! Right there, right there, right-uh! UH! UH! You're making me cummmm! Oh yeah! Don't stop! Ahhhhh! Yeah! That feels so good! Mmmmm..."
As the girl rode out her orgasm, with her letting go of Scott's head and the redneck licking the honey that was gushing from her pot, he looked up to see the girl gasping, her big tits heaving as if to get out of her shirt and her fingers teasing her inner thigh. Her eyes were dilated, her dark red hair disheveled. Sweat ran erotically down her breasts and face, when she pulled Scott up for a long tongue-wrestling kiss.
"Thank you, Mr. Dorian. My roommate and I didn't get a chance to fuck this morning, so I had to go to class horny as hell."
"You can call me Scott."
"I'm Julie. You're pretty good for a beginner." Bending over to pick up her skirt, Scott couldn't resist, and planted a kiss on her rump, making her giggle again. Not even bothering to put her skirt back on, Julie walked out. Going out a few seconds after she left, Scott saw his girlfriend near the classroom.
"Heya, Scott!" Tanya greeted her lover with a light kiss. A familiar taste was on his lips. "Damn, cowboy, did you just enjoy a light snack?"
The redneck understood the entendre immediately. "Some girl needed my help. That redhead that was naked from the waist down?"
"Oh, yeah, I saw her go past a moment ago." The duo began heading to Scott's next class in a hurry, their arms linked as if they'd been an item for years. "So, did History go all right?"
"Just fine. Mr. Pickens is a pretty good teacher."
"Yeah. Some classes tend to break out in major sex romps; from what I've heard, Mr. Pickens usually saves his energy for the bedroom or his office. I know for a fact that he's been involved with a few students every now and then; I haven't been one of them though."
"Interesting." Suddenly, the two girls who had been asked to stay after class suddenly made a lot more sense.
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