Serial - School Life Part 4

Hey Guys, just a quick word about School Life.  I think I'm going to drop the cross-dressing element I mentioned I might add.  With feminizing Jesse again in Runt, plus with Jeremy being a cross-dresser in Suddenly Daddy, it is just too much of it for me all at once.  Having to write two dominant women at once will be a challenge too.  I wasn't expecting to get inspiration for another story thread over on Chyoa when I did.  Ah well.

Speaking of Suddenly Daddy, I'm going to slowly start posting chapters of it over to Chyoa once they pass the one month exclusivity threshold.  Okay, on with the story!

The next day goes by as it always does, nothing out of the ordinary...except for the fact you were “going regimental” today.  Something you had never done before.  Having no underwear seemed to change everything just slightly.  Obviously there was the physical element.  The way you hung free, the rough feeling of your trouser material against your sensitive knob, the way the pants would slide over your butt in a way you weren't used to.  But it was the psychological side that was what really made things seem different.  You felt...secretly naked.  As if you were nude but no one could see it, but you felt like it would just take a little closer inspection for them to notice.  As if people could notice it just from looking at you too closely.  It was all kinds of exciting if you were honest.  A naughty little secret you carried with you all through the day.

Finally the class you'd been looking forward to all day arrives.  Again it is the last class of the day.  You had the stunning Ms Davenport for two of your courses this term.  Ancient History, which was what you had her for yesterday, and now today it was Classic Literature.  You had taken the courses hoping they'd be among the easier offerings at the Academy, you had been wrong.  Ms Davenport demanded as much from you as any other teacher in any other course.  She was an expert in the cultures of the ancient cultures around the Mediterranean and knew a few dead languages.  She was more akin to a university professor than a high school teacher and held her pupils to that high standard.

You weren't really sure what you had been expecting but it wasn't what ended up happening.  You thought maybe there would be glances or little references or some sort of acknowledgment of you from the teacher.  You hadn't expected absolutely nothing.  The class went by as normally and, quite frankly, as boringly as any other class you were used to with her.  Ms Davenport didn't even look at you during class much less speak to you.  Eventually the bell rings and class is dismissed.  Your classmates start packing up their books and filing out of class.

Looking to the front of the room you delay. You were hoping for some sort of sign or signal from Ms Davenport, some sort of indication she wanted you to stay behind.  But she simply sat at her desk looking over some papers, completely ignoring you and everyone else.  Your shoulders slump in disappointment.  Shit, why'd she get you to do what you did if she wasn't planning anything with you?

You are startled as you turn to leave.  Joshua was standing directly behind you, he had been waiting silently.  Behind him were Diwata and Kayla.  The three you saw in the hall yesterday.  You could see something was up with Diwata, her face was darkened with a blush, she was holding herself tensely, her breathing more rapid than normal.  

Joshua says in the most monotone unenthusiastic voice you'd ever heard, his expression dark and brooding.  “Lit Club is meeting now.  We...”  He looks over your shoulder toward Ms Davenport, then back at you.  “We were wondering if you'd like to join.”

He narrows his eyes and glowers at you.  The way he had said that and the way he was looking at you made it obvious he very much did NOT want you to join the club, but that he was being forced to offer you this invitation.  Diwata's tense uncomfortable expression had only intensified.  Kayla just cocked her head curiously, eager to hear your answer.

Ms Davenport's “Lit Club”...of course.  Her little invite only after school club.  This must be where she gathered those that needed her “special attention”.  You had heard they even took off campus trips together.  You didn't realize others would be involved but you sure as hell weren't going to let this opportunity slip by.

You nod quickly.  “Yes.  Yes I would like to join your club!  Very much so!”

Joshua scowls as Diwata eyes widen and she gets an almost pained expression to her face.   Kayla simply turns around and goes to lock the door.  At the sound of the clicking deadbolt you hear Ms Davenport's voice.

“Very good.  Come take your seats.” She says.

The others all walk to the front of the class, squeezing by you as they go up the aisle. Diwata's fists were clenching and unclenching nervously.

“You are lucky Diwata.  Christopher is joining us today.  A new member on your day.  Would you like to thank him?”  The teacher asks in such a way that you knew it was an order and not actually a question.

Diwata nods obediently, glancing sideways in your direction.  “Thank you Christopher.”  She peeps out quickly in a taut little voice.  You notice she wasn't taking a seat like the others, she was walking up to stand beside the desk at the front of the class.  Not a one of them had a book with them.

You suddenly realize you were standing alone in the middle of the room.  Setting down your book bag you hurry to take one of the front seats as Josh and Kayla had.  The Asian girl's dark eyes follow you as you moved.  As you take your seat you can see she is taking deep breaths and wiping her sweaty palms against the skirt of her school uniform.

Ms Davenport turns her chair toward the slender girl and holds out her hand.  “Go ahead.”

Looking toward the teacher Diwata nods.  “Yes Ma'am.”

Sliding off her school jacket she sets it on Ms Davenport's desk.  Then...reaching up...she begins...to unbutton her blouse!  One, after another, after another.  Her fingers trembled and she was obviously nervous, but she didn't hesitate a second.

She was still turned toward Ms Davenport, her eyes focused on her teacher, as if for comfort.

“Face them.”  She is instructed.  She nods and turns to face the rest of you.

You see a line of dark tanned skin down her open shirt.  You now notice she wasn't wearing a bra.  As she peels off the white shirt you can see words are written over her thin body in black letters.  

Slut.  Whore. Trash.  Fucktoy. Cum Bucket. A big arrow pointed down to her crotch, above it: Filthy Cunt for Use.

You were stunned, shocked, rendered speechless.  You knew something was up, but this happening so suddenly took you completely off guard.  You look over to the others.  Josh ignored you and Kayla just shot you a little smile.  Ms Davenport was leaned back enjoying the show.  You look back to Diwata, you didn't know what to do...so you do nothing.  You just watch.

She continues to undress, tossing her clothes in a heap to the side.  She was skinny, very little curve to her body, small slightly drooping tits, her quarter sized nipples a dark brown.  As she slides off her skirt and stockings you see she wasn't wearing panties either, she'd been wide open down there.  More degrading writing could be seen on her upper legs.  Her pussy was shaved smooth and you could now see the point of the arrow directing attention right to her cunny.

Done disrobing she stands facing her three classmates, she forces herself to keep her hands to her sides and not cover up.  She then does one full turn on the spot, giving you a 360 of her body.  You see the words Teacher's Pet written across her flat, though cute, butt.  Her long straight black hair hangs down her back.  She comes to a stop facing you once more.  Hands at her sides she just stands and waits.

After a few long minutes Ms Davenport speaks.  “What do you think Joshua?”

He spits, actually spits, at her.  The spit splatting against her leg.  “She's a filthy Filipino whore.  Just good for fucking.  Just to use and throw away.”

HUH?  You couldn't believe your ears.  This was all so surreal.

“Hm.”  The teacher says as if making a note of it.  “Kayla?”

The black girl shakes her head.  “She's got no titties.  She's got no ass.  Not good for much at all if you ask me.  Maybe a foot stool.”

“Hm.  You might be right.”  Ms Davenport considers.  “And you Christopher, what do you think?”

You sit wide eyed as everyone's attention turns to you.  You blush and stammer as you look around at them.

“Don't be rude.”  Ms Davenports chides you.  “She might not be much to look at but it is her day.  Look at Diwata Christopher!”  You look at the teacher in disbelief...then slowly return your gaze to your exposed classmate.  She was facing you directly now.  “Now tell us what you think.”

You look up and down her now slightly shivering tanned body.  Her eyes were locked on your feet as you looked her over, as if she was a piece of art to be gawked at.  She bites her bottom lip and clenches her fists.  Seconds tick by as you keep looking her over, unsure of what to do.  She shifts from foot to foot as everyone continues to silently ogle her nude flesh.

Before you can answer the teacher interrupts.  “Are you getting wet Diwata?”

The girl nods rapidly.  “Yes Ma'am.”

Ms Davenport chuckles.  “Okay, come on Christopher.  Out with it.”

They all await your answer.  You clear your throat.  “Uh....um...I think...I think she's pretty.”  You answer truthfully.  “I...I think she's very beautiful.”  You could feel yourself blushing even more than before.

You notice Diwata's dark exotic eyes flash wider for a moment, they dart up to your face just a second before looking back down at your feet.  Did you see a smile?  No...maybe not.

“Awww, isn't that sweet.”  Ms Davenport croons.  “Pretty like a little precious rare tropical flower.  Beautiful like a classical painting by one of the masters.  You'd put her on a pedestal, protected behind glass.  That's so nice.  I'm sorry Christopher but this girl likes to fuck and you wouldn't fuck something so treasured and so perfect would you?”

All eyes were still on you as you squirm in your seat.  Josh seeming to enjoy your struggles.  “Uh...”  You stammer, you were at a loss.  “Well...uh...”

“Just tell her you don't want to fuck her then.  Don't mince your words boy.”

“Uh...I...I..never said that...”  You couldn't believe you were in this situation.  “I'd...uhmm...I'd like to have sex...with her.”  God...could this be more embarrassing!?

“Have sex?  What is this, sex ed class?  Do you want to FUCK her or don't you?”  The teacher leans forward, her intense hazel eyes drilling into you.

You look at Diwata's smooth young skin, her little tits, her wet bald pussy. You read the crude words scrawled on her flesh once more.   “Y-y-yes Ma'am.”

“So you do want to fuck her?  You just met her.  Do you think she's a whore?  If you think so tell her.  Tell her if you think she's a whore.”

“Uh...”  What the hell was happening here?  Nothing you said was right. This whole thing had your head spinning. “Uh...n-no...I don't...I don't know what to say!”

“Christopher!  Step to the front of the room!”  Ms Davenport barks.

You sit glued to your seat for a moment.  Some part of you was screaming at you to run for the exit.  The others were looking at you.  Josh's dark look from earlier had returned, jealousy behind the gloomy expression.

“Front of the room boy!”  Ms Davenport commands. “Now!”

Part 5