Maggie and the Mysterious Package (Patreon)

[Hey everyone, I've been working on something, more writing, a way for me to vent and trying out to see how some online programs can help me write more and better, I speak good...anyways this is something I'm having fun with while I still finish the last book and start working on the next one.]

Maggie felt a low hum between her legs as she walked to school, the vibrator nestled deep inside her pussy, sending waves of pleasure through her body. She couldn't help the smirk that spread across her face as she thought about the mysterious package that had been left on her doorstep.

She had slipped the sundress on over her naked body before leaving the house, the soft fabric brushing against her sensitive skin and making her nipples harden into tight peaks. She had followed the instructions in the note, leaving her panties at home and turning the vibrator on before inserting it.

Now, as she walked through the crowded halls of the school, she could feel the vibrations growing stronger, making her wetter and more aroused with every step. She bit her lip, trying to stifle the moans that threatened to escape her throat as the pleasure built inside her.

She couldn't wait to get home and really let herself go, to turn the vibrator up to full power and ride the waves of pleasure until she came hard and fast. She knew it would be a long day of distraction and horniness, but she couldn't wait to see what else the mysterious package had in store for her.

Maggie's first class of the day was a nightmare, made worse by the constant low hum of the vibrator between her legs and the short sundress that left little to the imagination. Every little movement she made threatened to expose her bare pussy and the vibrator that was still nestled deep inside her.

She couldn't concentrate on anything the teacher was saying, her mind constantly drifting to thoughts of the pleasure that was building inside her. She could feel herself getting wetter and wetter, her pussy clenching around the vibrator as it sent waves of pleasure through her body.

She shifted in her seat, trying to find a position that would hide her secret from the other students, but it was no use. She could feel their eyes on her, their gazes lingering on the short hem of her dress and the curve of her hips. She felt a flush spread across her cheeks, her body on fire with arousal and embarrassment.

She knew she needed to get out of there, to find a quiet corner where she could ride the waves of pleasure in peace. But she had to make it through the rest of the day first, trying to hide her arousal from the world and pretend like she was just a normal student. It was going to be a long and frustrating day.

Maggie's heart raced as she opened her locker and found the note tucked inside. She felt a shiver of excitement run down her spine as she read the words, knowing that whoever had left it was somewhere in the school with her.

She couldn't concentrate on anything during her second period, her mind constantly drifting to thoughts of the mysterious note and the person who had written it. She tried to figure out who it could be, scanning the faces of her classmates and looking for any hint of recognition.

But no matter how hard she tried; she couldn't figure it out. The note had been left in her locker, a place that only she had access to. It didn't make sense.

She felt a mix of excitement and frustration, her body still humming with pleasure from the vibrator and the note adding to her arousal. She couldn't wait to get out of class and find a quiet corner where she could ride the waves of pleasure and try to figure out who had left the note.

But for now, she had to sit through the rest of the day, trying to hide her arousal and pretend like everything was normal. It was going to be a long and frustrating day, but she couldn't wait to see what happened next.

Maggie's thighs were slick with arousal as she walked to her third period class, the vibrator still humming between her legs and the note from earlier adding to her excitement. She could feel the wetness seeping through the fabric of her dress, leaving a damp spot on her thigh.

She hoped no one would notice, that they would just think it was sweat dripping down her leg. But even she could smell the musky scent of her arousal in the air, a constant reminder of the pleasure that was building inside her.

As she walked, she felt her phone buzz in her backpack, a text from an unknown number. She opened it, her heart racing as she read the words.

"Take a picture right now and send it to me, showing that you followed instructions. Take a picture up your skirt and show that you don't have any panties on and the vibrator is still inside."

Maggie felt a rush of excitement and fear as she read the words, knowing that she was taking a huge risk. But she couldn't resist the temptation, her body on fire with arousal and curiosity.

She slipped into a quiet corner, her heart pounding in her chest as she lowered her phone under her skirt and snapped a picture. She could see the vibrator nestled deep inside her pussy, the wetness glistening on her lips.

She sent the picture to the unknown number, her heart racing as she waited for a response. She didn't have to wait long, a message coming through almost immediately.

"Good girl, you're so sexy and obedient. I can't wait to see what else you're willing to do for me."

Maggie felt a shiver of excitement run down her spine as she read the words, knowing that she was playing a dangerous game. But she couldn't resist the temptation, her body on fire with arousal and curiosity. She knew that she was in for a wild ride, and she couldn't wait to see where it would take her.

Maggie's third period class was a blur of pleasure and frustration, the vibrator switching between low and high every few minutes and leaving her on the edge of orgasm. She could feel herself getting closer and closer, her body tensing and her breath coming in short gasps.

But she couldn't let herself cum, not in the middle of class with everyone watching. She bit her lip, trying to stifle the moans that threatened to escape her throat as the pleasure built inside her.

As the class came to an end, the vibrator finally shut off, leaving her feeling suddenly empty and worried. She didn't know what was going to happen next, or who was behind the mysterious package and note.

She gathered her things, her body still humming with pleasure and her mind racing with questions. She couldn't wait to get out of class and find a quiet corner where she could figure out what was going on and maybe even finish what the vibrator had started.

But for now, she had to walk through the crowded halls of the school, trying to hide her arousal and pretend like everything was normal. It was going to be a long and frustrating day, but she couldn't wait to see what happened next.

Maggie's walk to her fourth period class was a mix of pleasure and embarrassment, the vibrator still nestled deep inside her and the only feeling was the fullness and the occasional movement as she walked. She could feel the wetness still seeping through the fabric of her dress, leaving a damp spot on her thigh.

She slipped into the bathroom, needing a moment to compose herself. She splashed some water on her face, trying to cool down and hide the flush that was spreading across her cheeks. But when she looked in the mirror, she was shocked by what she saw.

Her cheeks were red and flushed, her eyes bright with excitement and arousal. And her nipples were hard and straining against the thin fabric of her dress, visible through the material and leaving no doubt about her state of arousal.

She looked like she was in heat, her body on fire with pleasure and desire. She couldn't help but wonder what people thought of her as they looked at her today, if they could tell what was going on beneath her clothes.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down and get her body under control. She couldn't let herself get caught, not here in the middle of school. She had to find a way to hide her arousal and pretend like everything was normal.

But as she walked out of the bathroom and back into the crowded halls of the school, she could feel the heat still spreading through her body, the vibrator still nestled deep inside her and the arousal that was building with every step. It was going to be a long and frustrating day, but she couldn't wait to see what happened next.

Maggie was almost to her fourth period class when she bumped into her friend Kim, who complimented her on finally wearing a dress instead of her usual tomboy clothes. For a moment, Maggie felt normal, like she was just a regular student and not someone who was walking around with a vibrator inside her.

But that moment was short-lived, a sudden high jolt of vibrations exploding from the vibrator for just a second. Kim looked at her with concern, but Maggie just brushed it off, telling her it was that time of month.

She walked into class and sat in her chair, trying to calm herself down and get her body under control. But it was no use, the pleasure building inside her and the arousal that was still coursing through her veins.

She couldn't help but wonder if whoever had left the package and note was close, if they were watching her from the shadows and had caused that sudden jolt of pleasure. She felt a shiver of excitement run down her spine, knowing that she was playing a dangerous game.

She tried to focus on the lesson, but it was no use. Her mind was still on the vibrator and the pleasure that was building inside her. She could feel herself getting closer and closer, her body tensing and her breath coming in short gasps.

She bit her lip, trying to stifle the moans that threatened to escape her throat as the pleasure built inside her. She knew that she was on the edge, that she was about to cum right there in class.

But she couldn't let herself, not in the middle of school with everyone watching. She had to find a way to hold back, to hide her arousal and pretend like everything was normal.

It was going to be a long and frustrating day, but she couldn't wait to see what happened next.

Maggie found her usual quiet spot outside during lunch, a secluded area where she could eat her lunch and read her book in peace. But today, the hot sun and the gentle wind seemed to tease every inch of her body, making her feel more aroused than ever before.

The warmth of the sun made her dress feel non-existent, the fabric clinging to her sweaty skin and leaving little to the imagination. And the wind teased around her bare thighs, up to her bare pussy, leaving her feeling exposed and vulnerable.

She shifted in her seat, trying to find a way to relieve the arousal that was building inside her. But there was no release for Maggie, not yet. She was still waiting for the mysterious person behind the package and note to make their move, to reveal themselves and take her to the next level.

She bit her lip, trying to stifle the moans that threatened to escape her throat as the pleasure built inside her. She knew that she was on the edge, that she was about to cum right there in public.

But she couldn't let herself, not in the middle of the day with everyone around. She had to find a way to hold back, to hide her arousal and pretend like everything was normal.

It was going to be a long and frustrating day, but she couldn't wait to see what happened next. She knew that she was in for a wild ride, and she couldn't wait to see where it would take her.

Maggie's fifth period was gym, and she was dreading the thought of changing around the other girls in her class. She didn't know how she was going to explain going without underwear and the obvious pink vibrator antenna sticking out of her. So, she hid and changed in the stall, trying to keep her secret to herself.

Wearing her gym clothes made her feel a little more comfortable and less exposed, but as she ran around, she feared the vibrator would fall out. She had to clench it inside of her, trying to keep it in place and hidden from view.

She was thankful it was still off when she did, or else she never would have been able to hold back the explosive orgasm that she held inside of her. She knew that she was on the edge, that she was about to cum right there in the middle of class.

She pushed herself harder, trying to distract herself from the pleasure that was building inside her. But it was no use, her body on fire with arousal and desire. She could feel herself getting closer and closer, her breath coming in short gasps and her body tensing.

She bit her lip, trying to stifle the moans that threatened to escape her throat as the pleasure built inside her. She knew that she had to hold back, that she couldn't let herself cum in the middle of class.

But as the class came to an end and she walked back to her locker, she could feel the pleasure still building inside her. She knew that she was in for a wild ride, and she couldn't wait to see where it would take her.

Changing once again away from prying eyes after class, Maggie's legs trembled and her breath was ragged as she felt like she was constantly on the edge of cumming, but never having enough to get her off or holding back out of fear of exposure and embarrassment. She dawned her dress once again and walked to her final period class, math class.

What she didn't know was that someone was waiting for her, the one that planned all of this from the start. They had been watching her all day, enjoying the show and the arousal that they had caused. And now, they were ready to take things to the next level.

Maggie walked into class, her heart racing and her body on fire with arousal. She could feel the eyes on her, the curious glances and the whispered conversations. She knew that she was in for a surprise, but she didn't know what it would be.

As the class began, the door opened and a figure walked in. Maggie's heart skipped a beat as her math teacher walked in, Mr. Thompson.

He walked to his desk, and with a firm voice began class. Maggie felt a strange shiver run down her spine as she was unsure how the day was going to end. She knew that she was in for a wild ride, and she feared where it would take her.

As the bell rang, Maggie got a text that said, "no cumming, or else punishment." She wondered what that meant, and then the vibrator came back to life, on low this time like before. But she felt so sensitive, it may as well have been a jackhammer. She fought with all her will, but the battle felt one-sided.

"Ms. Hill, Ms. Hill, are you awake?" the class laughed, and Maggie broke out of her daze. "Can you solve the problem in the top right corner?" Maggie looked up to see a few other people at the board. It was bad enough being 5'3" and him making her solve a problem so high up, but with the short skirt and especially no underwear it was making things much worse.

The problem was easy, Maggie was never a bad student, just distracted, and today was the worse. She knew how to solve this problem, but having to reach to do it was hard. She felt the back of her skirt slowly creep up, showing a slight curve of the bottom of her ass, and she could only imagine what everyone was staring at as she solved it as fast as she could.

The idea of having to reach to do the problem was sending her body into overdrive. Her cheeks flushed, her breathing heavier, ignoring the vibrator to do the problem broke down her defenses, and as she finished, she silently came. Blushing, hoping no one noticed as she faced the board to try to hide the look of sheer ecstasy that was on her face, she put a hand over her mouth as if she was trying not to sneeze and sat at her desk to find a message on her phone, "Punishment it is, little girl."

Maggie felt a shiver run down her spine as she realized what was about to happen. She had been playing a dangerous game, and now she was going to have to face the consequences. She didn't know what the punishment would be, but she knew it wouldn't be good.

She felt a mix of excitement and fear as she waited for what was about to happen, her body still humming with pleasure and her mind racing with questions. It was going to be a long and wild ride, and she couldn't wait to see where it would take her.

Maggie's phone buzzed with another message, "unbutton the top two buttons of your dress." She hesitated, but the vibrator came to life at full blast, threatening to make her orgasm again even harder than before. She looked around in panic, trying not to make her unbuttoning obvious.

A pencil dropping next to her startled her, and without thinking, she leaned over to pick it up. When she sat up straight, she saw the guy next to her with eyes wide, staring right at her breasts. She hoped he was only seeing the top of her cleavage and nothing more as she felt her nipples harden against the thin soft fabric of her dress.

"Um, here you go," she placed the pencil on his desk and sat up straight once again. When the bell finally rang, she thought she was home free, but then Mr. Thompson stopped her asking for a word.

Her phone buzzed again, and she saw the words, "punishment time." Maggie felt a shiver run down her spine, she didn't know what the punishment would be, but she knew it wouldn't be good.

She walked up to Mr. Thompson's desk, feeling every eye on her as the class emptied. She could feel the wetness between her legs and the hardness of her nipples as she stood there, waiting for whatever was about to happen.

"Maggie, I received a report that you have been distracted in class today. Is that true?" Mr. Thompson asked, looking at her with a stern expression. Maggie felt her cheeks flush as she nodded, knowing that she couldn't lie to him.

"I see. Well, I'm afraid I'm going to have to give you a punishment for your behavior today. I want you to stay after class and help me clean the board," he said, handing her a cloth and a bottle of cleaning solution.

Maggie felt a mix of embarrassment and relief as she took the items from his hand. She knew that she had been punished, but it wasn't as bad as she had feared.

As she cleaned the board, she couldn't help but think about what had happened today. She had never been so turned on in her life, and she didn't know what to make of it. She knew that she had to be more careful in the future, but she couldn't help but wonder what was going to happen next.

Maggie tries her best to clean the board, naked while keeping her modesty, but the vibrations seem to grow, her mind fogging with lust and pleasure. She doesn't realize she had been cleaning the same spot for a few minutes until Mr. Thompson says something to snap her out of it. He makes her stand by his desk to lecture her, the vibrations increasing, her legs trembling, her body twitching from the pleasure, trying not to show her true state.

Her pussy embarrassingly leaking as he makes her stand with her hands at her sides, her legs eventually give out, and her will to fight back as she cums again, her socks wet from the juices that spilled out of her. She looks up to see something in Mr. Thompson's hand and a wicked grin on his face.

"I knew deep down under that tomboy exterior, those stupid hoodies, those ugly cargo shorts, you were a girly slut just begging to come out all along, you just needed a little push," he pressed a button and the vibrator went silent, “now stand up.”

On wobbly legs, Maggie stood, confused about what was happening, confused that he was the mastermind behind this whole thing. "Now sit on the desk," he commanded. Doing so, she moves in front of him, sitting down, her legs spread, her body completely exposed. She feels her lips start to open, displaying the pinkness inside of her, and with a sudden slip, she feels the vibrator come out and fall on the floor.

Now he could see inside of her as well. Her embarrassment and arousal reaching new levels, she finally finds the courage to look at him once again. His grin is evil, his eyes scanning down her body. She watches as he leans in and with a gasp, she feels his tongue against her slit.

Her body reacts immediately, her back arching, her hips bucking as she feels his tongue explore her pussy. She moans, her hands reaching out to grip the edge of the desk as she feels herself getting closer and closer to another orgasm.

She looks down at him, his eyes locked on hers as he continues to pleasure her. She feels herself getting lost in the moment, her mind fogging with pleasure as she feels his tongue flick against her clit.

She cums again, her body shaking as she feels his tongue continue to work her pussy. She feels herself getting lost in the moment, her mind fogging with pleasure as she feels his tongue continue to work her pussy.

When it's over, she looks down at him, his grin evil, his eyes scanning down her body. She feels a mix of embarrassment and satisfaction as she realizes what has just happened. She knows that she has been punished, but she also knows that she has never felt so good before.

When she thought it was over, she hears him stand, her back on his desk. She just looks up at the ceiling as she hears the sound of him undoing his belt and zipper. She was going to get fucked, and she didn't know how she felt about that. With a sudden thrust, he was fully inside of her, the vibrator and the constant wetness allowed him to slip in with ease.

The constant arousal destroyed her mental defenses, and she gave in to the pleasure, moaning, panting. She was being fucked, and she was allowing herself to enjoy it. That's until she looked up and saw him with a phone in hand, recording the whole thing.

She felt a mix of shock and anger as she realized what was happening. She tried to push him away, but the pleasure was just two overwhelming. "What the fuck are you doing?" she moaned, her voice shaking between grunts and moans.

He looked at her with a smirk, "Just capturing the moment, Maggie. You're so fucking hot, and I wanted to remember this for a long time."

She felt a mix of disgust and humiliation as she realized what she was doing. He grabbed her ankle and lifted it up in the air, the angle allowing him to touch areas inside of her she had never felt before.

She couldn't believe that her math teacher was recording her having sex with him, and she didn't know what she was going to do about it. She felt violated and embarrassed, and for some reason it just turned her body on even more, betraying her thoughts.

Eventually, all Maggie could think about was the pleasure coming from her being used. A day of teasing to have all the orgasms she ever wanted, and the biggest one was on its way. She didn't care that she was being recorded, she didn't care that it was her teacher that was old enough to be her father, she didn't care that it was at school, that people were walking in the hallways outside. All she cared about was the feeling that she felt right now.

But just before she could cum, he pulled out, walked to the other side of the desk, and looked down at her. His hard, wet cock in the corner of her eye. "Please, can I cum?" was all she could muster, the need for release consumed her.

He looked at her, "You can cum when I do." He pulled her back until her head left the desk and was the perfect angle as he shoved his cock into her mouth and down her throat. She tasted his cock for the first time along with her own pussy and he started fucking her again. At first, it burned, but her hands reached down, cupping her own breasts and rubbing her clit. The whole time recording her again and her knowing it without any argument.

She felt like a slut, a filthy whore, used and abused by her teacher, but she didn't care. It felt too good, the pleasure too intense for her to stop. She closed her eyes and let go, letting him take her to the edge and push her over. Then he felt his cock twitch and pulse and knew he was cumming and that’s all she needed. She moaned and gasped around his cock, her throat tightening around him as he came. He thrust himself as far in as he could go till his stomach pressed against her chin, her throat tightening around him, her moans getting louder and louder as she came again and again.

When it was over, he pulled out, his cock slick with her saliva. He looked down at her, a smirk on his face. "Good girl, Maggie." He put his cock away and walked out of the room, leaving her naked and used on the desk. She lay there for a moment, her mind still foggy with pleasure. She couldn't believe what had just happened, but she didn't care. It had been the best orgasm of her life, and she would do anything for another one like it.

She gets dressed, her legs a wobbly mess, her mind a fog. She puts on her dress and looks for the vibrator, but it's gone, and she feels a strange sense of loss having it in her all day. She looks down, unbuttoning the top two buttons of the dress again, not wanting to disobey her previous orders. Gathering her things, she walks out of the classroom, thankful that the hallways are nearly empty and no one is paying attention to her.

When she gets to her locker, the arousal begins to wear off, and the shame and humiliation wash over her. She had just been set up and fucked by her math teacher, and as she stands there in shock, she can feel her juices starting to drip from her pussy once again. Images of her on his desk, raising her left leg in the air, his phone in hand as he plowed into her over and over again, lost in thought until someone walks past her from behind and whether accidentally or on purpose, their hand grazes her ass, and a moan escapes her lips.

She looks over at him, embarrassed, it's one of the football players heading to practice. He looks back at her and smirks, scanning her over as his friends up ahead yelling at him to catch up. "Hey Erick, move your ass, I'm not doing laps because you're late." Maggie doesn't realize she's biting her lip as their eyes meet, and she wonders if he knew she wasn't wearing any panties. She quickly gathers her things and rushes to the bathroom, locking herself in a stall, and cleaning herself up as best as she can.

She can't believe what just happened, and she can't believe how she let it happen. She thought she was in control, but she was just a pawn in someone else's game. She feels violated and used, and she doesn't know how she's going to face her teacher again. She sits in the stall for a few more minutes, trying to gather her thoughts and her composure, before finally leaving the bathroom and heading home.

On her walk home she tries to put the incident out of her mind, but it's hard to forget. Every time she sees an older man, she feels a shiver run down her spine, and every time she feels the wind against her bare skin or the warmth of her sun through her thin dress, she can't help but remember what happened on that desk. She tries to focus on her walk, but her mind keeps wandering, and she can't help but feel a sense of shame, humiliation and even worse arousal.

Her pussy drips with every step, her nipples strain against the thin material of the dress, her mind becoming consumed of being used, the feeling of his cock fucking her, how it felt as he rammed it down her throat. Her feet were on autopilot taking her home, she didn't even realize her neighbor saying hi, until she literally ran into him like a zombie and it snapped her out of it.

"Are you okay, Maggie? Long day at school?" he asked. "Um yeah," she responded, thinking of the dress, the exposure, the vibrator teasing her all day and finishing with her teacher fucking her. Her body and mind were so overwhelmed she didn't even realize the wind slowly picking up around them.

He stepped up to her, placing a hand on her shoulder, "it's okay, high school was pretty hard in my day too." His hand felt warm to her, a warmth that spread through her body. "Thank you, Mr. White." His hand lingered, his grip tightened just a little, was he staring at her breasts she thought to herself? He was taller than her and wondered if he was looking down the front of her dress. Even worse, she looked down and wondered, is he getting hard? Normally, she probably would have been disgusted at the thought, worried that she even thought of something about a man who had known her since she was a little girl. But for some reason, she tried to picture what it looked like, and no amount of her brain saying no was stopping her imagination.

She was so busy trying to picture his cock that she hadn't realized the wind had blown up her skirt, showing her next-door neighbor that she wasn't wearing any panties. It wasn't until the hem reached her field of vision that she realized she was naked from the waist down, just how much of a show she was putting on. She quickly pushed it down, "I think I need to get home," she said, and without another word pulled herself away from his grip and walked to her front door.

When she got through the door, she avoided her parents and went straight to her room. There would be questions why their tomboy daughter was wearing a dress. She threw her phone on the bed and realized she had a few messages and gasped that it was the anonymous number that she now knew was her math teacher. The first two were the videos of him fucking her and then moving to her throat and finishing, with her begging him to let her cum and looking more slutty than she ever thought was possible. The message read: "I have another task for you, I would say if you're willing but if not, I'll just put these videos on the internet for all to see. I want you to go outside around midnight tonight in that pretty dress and nothing else and leave it in the mailbox to be picked up, it was just to borrow after all."

"Fine," she responded. "I think. you meant Yes Sir," he quickly rebuked. She changed into her normal pajamas, old running shorts and an old band shirt, and had dinner with her parents. She wondered how he would know if she did it, she could just go out like she is now, shove the stupid dress in the mailbox and pretend like she did, but she worried that he was out there watching her, and the videos would be put on the internet for all to see. She saw how bad they looked, while he was completely hidden, she was fully on display and looked completely willing as he used her. In a small town, everyone would know what she did, and she couldn't let that happen. She said goodnight to her parents after dinner and thanked god they went to sleep early.

Around 11:50, she changed, didn't even put on shoes or socks, worried that one false move would make him upload the videos. Her stomach clenched as she walked out with her dress and her phone. She jumped as her next-door neighbor yelled out, "hello!" from his front porch, "nice evening for a stroll, young lady!"

"Just getting the mail," she answered. She had no idea how she was going to do this task without her neighbor seeing, but it was this or the videos getting out for the world to see. "I think your parents got it earlier," he said. "Oh um, it was just something that got delivered from Amazon," she felt like she was having a mental match and losing.

"Well time for this old man to go in for the night, what time is it dear?" she looked at her phone and realized it was 11:59, she had seconds before she had to do the task. "Almost midnight, goodnight Mr. White," she said with a smile. He got up and began to walk in, "goodnight Maggie."

The clock hit midnight, and she couldn't risk waiting, before he even closed the door, she pulled the dress up and over her head and stuffed it into the mailbox and prayed that he wouldn't turn around. She gasped as her phone buzzed a message, "good girl, now cum for me, right there, don't move a step."

He couldn't be serious, she had to get back inside now before someone saw her.

"Do it or else," was the next message that came up.

Maggie had no choice, she reached down and reluctantly started to touch herself. Her fingers rubbed her clit, she closed her eyes and she tried to imagine she was alone in her room, but the wind blowing around her made her feel how exposed she really was. Nothing was working, she felt so self-conscious she was having a hard time building up to an orgasm, so she did the one thing she thought would help.

She pictured her teacher, Mr. Thompson. She imagined herself naked for him, on his desk. She felt the familiar burn inside of her, her lust taking over, her pussy dripping with arousal. She dropped her phone to the ground and her free hand started groping at her breasts and her sensitive nipples. She was getting close and fast when she heard a noise and her eyes suddenly shot open.

Her neighbor stood at her mailbox, dress in hand, his phone in the other recording her.

"Your math teacher asked me to get this back for him and make sure you did as you were told."

Maggie felt a mix of shock, and embarrassment. She quickly covered herself the best she could with her arms, her legs unable to move.

"Little girl, I've already seen it all, kind of pointless covering now," he said with that same grin Mr. Thompson had. "Put those arms down and finish what you started, before you get in trouble."

Maggie felt like a deer in the headlights, a little girl who had just tripped and skinned her knee about to cry. She felt his hand on her shoulder and remembered it from earlier, it made its way to her cheek and she felt the warmth against her cold skin.

"Lower your arm," he rested his hand on the arm covering her breasts, and with no resistance, it moved it to her side, now completely exposed to him.

As Maggie's arm fell to her side, her breasts are now fully exposed to her neighbor Mr. White. He takes a moment to admire them, his eyes tracing over the curves and nipples. He reaches out and gently pinches one nipple between his fingers, causing Maggie to gasp at the sudden sensation.

"You have such beautiful breasts, Maggie," he says, his voice low and husky. "I've always wanted to see them, touch them, but you hid them so well under those thick hoodies."

Maggie feels herself growing more and more aroused as Mr. White continues to touch and tease her breasts. She can feel her pussy growing wetter with each touch, her hips starting to move in time with his fingers.

"Do you like that, Maggie?" Mr. White asks, his hand now tracing down her stomach and towards her pussy. "Do you like when I touch you like this?"

Maggie can only nod, unable to form words as her arousal continues to build. She feels herself hornier, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

"Touch yourself for me, Maggie," Mr. White says, his hand now over hers, the one covering her modesty. "Play with yourself for me right now."

His hand pressing her fingers against her clit, circling them clumsily until she doesn’t realize his hand vanishes and she’s the one masturbating of her own free will.

Maggie's orgasm, humiliation and shock had left her in a hazy, dream-like state, her mind still reeling from the intense pleasure and emotions she just experienced. She feels Mr. White's finger under her chin, helping her to look up. Her vision slightly blurry, and feeling almost drunk as she looks up at him, her eyes still glazed with pleasure, and sees him holding his cock in his hand.

Without a word, Mr. White presses his cock against Maggie's lips, urging her to take it into her mouth. She hesitates for a moment, unsure of what to do, but the desire to please him overpowers any reservations she may have.

She opens her mouth and takes him in, her tongue swirling around his head as he begins to thrust in and out of her mouth. She feels him growing harder and larger in her mouth, and she struggles to take him all in.

Mr. White's hands move to her hair, gripping it tightly as he fucks her mouth harder. She feels his balls slapping against her chin with each thrust, and her own arousal begins to build again.

Maggie can feel her pussy growing wet once more as Mr. White fucks her mouth, her hips grinding against nothing as she moans around his cock. She reaches down to touch herself, her fingers finding her clit and beginning to rub it in time with Mr. White's thrusts.

Maggie's mind is still reeling from the intense pleasure and shock of moments before, her body still trembling with aftershocks of her orgasm. She feels Mr. White's hands under her arms, his cock leaving her mouth, lifting her to her feet, and the sudden change startles her, leaving her disoriented and confused.

Before she can even register what's happening, Mr. White is pushing her towards the mailbox, bending her over it and exposing her pussy to him. She feels his cock pressing against her entrance, and she tries to resist, but he overpowers her, shoving his cock inside of her with one quick thrust.

Maggie cries out in pain and surprise, her body still sensitive from her previous orgasm. But Mr. White doesn't seem to care, he begins to fuck her hard and fast, his hips slapping against her ass with each thrust.

Maggie feels herself growing wetter with each thrust, her body responding to the rough treatment despite the pain. She reaches down to touch herself again, her fingers finding her clit and beginning to rub it in time with Mr. White's thrusts.

Mr. White's breathing becomes ragged as he fucks Maggie, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he pounds into her. Maggie can feel herself growing closer to another orgasm, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

"You like that, don't you?" Mr. White growls, his hips slapping against Maggie's ass with each thrust. "You like when I fuck you like this?"

Maggie can only nod, unable to form words as her arousal continues to build. She feels herself growing wetter, her hips moving in time with Mr. White's thrusts.

"Cum with me, Maggie," Mr. White growls, his thrusts becoming even harder and faster. "Cum with me right now."

And with a final moan Mr. White shoots his load deep inside of her, Maggie cums seconds later, her body convulsing with pleasure. Mr. White continues to fuck her as she comes down from her high, shoving his cock as far in as it will go, nearly pushing her over the mailbox.

Maggie collapses onto the mailbox, spent and satisfied. She can barely move as Mr. White pulls out of her, leaving her in a daze of pleasure and shame.

"You're a dirty little slut, Maggie," Mr. White says, his voice low and husky. "I knew you would be."

And with that, he turns and walks back to his house, leaving Maggie alone, exposed in the grass, with his cum leaking out of her.

As Maggie comes to her senses, she realizes the gravity of what just happened. She's still naked in her front lawn, her neighbor's cum leaking out of her pussy. The shame and realization of what she just did hits her like a ton of bricks. She fucked two men, both old enough to be her father, in a single day and enjoyed it.

She quickly gets up, nearly falling back down with her body exhausted and feeling lightheaded, and makes her way back inside, trying to be as quiet as possible so as not to wake her parents. Once inside, she makes her way to her room, her mind racing with thoughts of what just happened.

She locks her door behind her and collapses onto her bed, still reeling from the intense pleasure and shame of the day's events. She can't believe what she just did, and she knows she can never tell anyone about it.

She lays there for what feels like hours, replaying the day's events in her mind, trying to make sense of it all. She feels guilty, ashamed, and worries with school tomorrow and class with her math teacher what was going to happen next. She didn’t have to wait long as she gets another text message, the sound now instantly causing her stomach to clench and her legs to shiver at what her math teacher had in store for her next.

“Come at 6am to the gym before school starts, you’ll find a box and instructions for your next text, or else,” the next message was a video of her stripping and masturbating in her front lawn, she didn’t have a choice.

Maggie tosses and turns throughout the night, unable to shake off the events from the day before. By the time her alarm clock goes off at 5:00 AM, she's already awake and dressed in her clothes. She quickly ties her hair back into a ponytail and sneaks out of the house, trying to be as quiet as possible.

She arrives at the gym ten minutes before 6:00 AM, her heart racing as she makes her way towards the box she was instructed to find. Sure enough, there it is, sitting in the middle of the gym under a single spotlight. Maggie hesitates for a moment, unsure if she should go through with this. But the threat of her math teacher and the shame of what happened the day before push her forward.

Inside the box, she finds a blindfold, and a small note with instructions. It reads: "Strip, put everything in the box, put on the blindfold, get on your knees, and wait." Maggie takes a deep breath and does as she's told. She quickly strips off her clothes, folding them neatly and placing them in the box. Then she puts on the blindfold, her heart beating faster as she feels completely vulnerable and exposed.

With the blindfold on, she can barely see anything, her world reduced to darkness and her own breathing. She sinks to her knees, waiting for what comes next. She can hear the sound of footsteps approaching, and she feels her heart beating faster in anticipation.

Without a word, she feels hands on her body, touching and exploring her bare skin. Then she feels a hand on her mouth, muffling any sounds she might make as the hands continue to touch and explore her.

Maggie has no idea who these hands belong to, her mind filled with a thousand possibilities. She can't see, she can't speak, all she can do is feel. And as the hands continue to touch and caress her body, she finds herself growing more and more aroused.

She feels hands on her breasts, her nipples hardening under the touch. Then she feels fingers tracing a line down her stomach and towards her pussy, the anticipation building inside of her. And just as she thinks she can't take it any longer, she feels the fingers enter her, and she moans with pleasure.

The fingers begin to explore her pussy, working her clit and stroking her inner walls, building the pleasure to new heights. Maggie's breath comes in ragged gasps as her orgasm approaches, the blindfold adding to the intensity of the experience.

The hands and fingers pull away, and Maggie feels a familiar presence against her lips. It's a cock, and she knows she doesn't have a choice but to let it enter her mouth. She opens wide and takes it in, her tongue swirling around the head as the cock begins to thrust in and out of her mouth.

She can't see anything with the blindfold on, but she can feel the cock growing harder and larger in her mouth. She reaches up to grip the base, her fingers wrapping around the shaft as she begins to suck and stroke it.

After a few minutes, the cock pulls out unexpectedly, and another takes its place. Maggie doesn't have time to react before it's in her mouth, and she begins to suck and stroke it just as she did the first.

She can feel her pussy growing wetter with each cock she takes in her mouth, her hips grinding against nothing as she moans around them. She reaches down to touch herself, her fingers finding her clit and beginning to rub it in time with the thrusts of the cock in her mouth.

Hands on her head direct her back and forth between the cocks, not sure how many there are. She can feel herself growing closer to another orgasm, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

"This is about their pleasure not yours, Maggie," the familiar voice of her math teacher said, pulling her hand away reluctantly from her pussy. "Be a good girl or else."

And with a groan, she stops touching herself, the whole thing now feeling different without the addition of her own pleasure in the mix. She can feel the cock pulsing in her mouth as it shoots its load, filling her with its hot, salty, thick cum.

The cock pulls out, another taking its place to fuck her mouth, shoving in as far in as it will go. After a few minutes it’s pulled out and replaced again. She can barely catch her breath as one cock pulls out of her mouth, and another is forced in. The cycle going over and over until each cum in her mouth at least once.

"Good girl, Maggie," one of the voices says, their tone low and satisfied. "You're a natural at this."

And with that, the hands and cocks disappear, leaving Maggie alone and naked on the floor of the gym. Hands remove the blindfold and she can see again, and it’s her math teacher, Mr. Thompson smiling at her, everyone else had left.

Maggie feels exposed and embarrassed as the taste of cum still lingers on her tongue. Mr. Thompson looks at her with a knowing smile, letting her know that the men she just sucked off were some of her teachers and possibly a few other classmates. But she'll never know who. They all know who she is.

"Go take a shower, Maggie," Mr. Thompson says, gesturing towards the boy's locker room. "Unfortunately, the girl's locker room is locked, so you'll have to use the boy's."

Maggie feels her face flush with embarrassment as she makes her way towards the boy's locker room. She can only imagine boys changing, naked and showering, and she feels like she's intruding on their space.

Once inside, she quickly finds a shower and turns it on, grateful for the hot water as it washes away the sweat and cum from her body. She feels a sense of relief as she cleans herself, but she can't shake off the feeling of humiliation.

As she finishes her shower, she finds a bag of clothes waiting for her. She opens it up and finds a pair of sandals, a skirt barely long enough to cover her ass and pussy, and a tight blouse with a few buttons cut off to show the top of her cleavage and her stomach. She searches around and realizes the lack of bra and panties was on purpose. She feels practically naked in the outfit, but she has no choice.

She quickly dresses, trying to make herself look presentable, but the clothes are too small and revealing for her. She feels self-conscious as she makes her way back towards the gym, her bare legs and cleavage on full display.

When she enters the gym, Mr. Thompson is waiting for her, a smile on his face. "You look beautiful, Maggie," he says, his eyes tracing over her body. "I'm glad you could join us."

Maggie feels a mix of emotions as she stands there, still horny from not being allowed to cum but embarrassed and ashamed of what just happened. She can't believe she just sucked off multiple men, who were her teachers and classmates. And now, she's about to start the day at school, practically naked, with the taste of cum still on her tongue and wondering with each passing look if that person was the one who came in her mouth.

As Maggie walks out of the gym, Mr. Thompson follows her, a sly smile on his face. He walks up to her, reaching under her skirt and inserting four little metal balls into her pussy. "These are ben-wa balls, Maggie," he says, his voice low and husky. "You'll see what makes them so special."

Maggie feels a jolt of surprise and fear as the teacher touches her intimately. She's never heard of ben-wa balls before, and she's not sure what they're supposed to do. But Mr. Thompson assures her that she'll find out soon enough.

As he pulls his hand away, Maggie can feel the balls shifting inside of her, sending little jolts of pleasure through her body. She feels self-conscious and embarrassed, knowing that she's practically naked under her skirt.

"Oh, and one more thing, Maggie," Mr. Thompson says, as she turns to leave. "There are four buttons left on this blouse. For each ball that falls out, you’ll have to undo a button."

Maggie's heart races as she realizes the implications of what Mr. Thompson just said. She's afraid of what might happen if the balls fall out, and she's not sure how to keep them in place.

She quickly grabs her bag and walks into the hallway, making her way towards her locker. The sudden jolts of the ben-wa balls make her realize what they're supposed to do, and she feels a mix of pleasure and embarrassment.

As she walks down the hallway, she feels like all eyes are on her. She wonders if it's because of the way she's dressed or if people know what happened this morning. She feels self-conscious and vulnerable, and she can't wait to get to her locker.

When she finally reaches her locker, she quickly gathers her books. She also feels somewhat concealed, hiding the ben-wa balls and the evidence of what happened this morning.

But as she makes her way to her first class, she can't shake off the feeling of being watched. She wonders if people know what happened, and if they're judging her for it. She feels like she's carrying a secret, and she's not sure how to keep it hidden.

As the day goes on, Maggie finds herself growing more and more distracted. The ben-wa balls keep shifting inside of her, sending little jolts of pleasure through her body. And every time a boy or teacher look at her, she feels a sense of shame and embarrassment.

She's not sure how to keep the balls inside of her, and she's afraid of what might happen if they fall out. She feels like she's walking a tightrope, trying to keep her secret hidden while also trying to focus on her schoolwork.

Maggie feels like she has things under control during her first period, sitting at her desk and trying to focus on the lesson. She's careful not to move too much, trying to keep the ben-wa balls inside of her.

But that all changes when the boy behind her starts tapping on her chair gently. At first, she thinks it's just an accident, but then she realizes that the tapping is causing the ben-wa balls to hum inside of her.

She doesn't know if the boy is doing it on purpose or not, but the feeling inside of her is driving her crazy. She feels a sudden rush of pleasure, and she has to fight the urge to squirm in her seat.

She tries to ignore it, focusing on the lesson and taking notes. But the tapping continues, and the humming inside of her grows louder. She can feel the moisture building between her legs, and she knows she's on the verge of losing control.

She tries to focus on the lesson, but it's impossible. The feeling inside of her is too intense, and she can't help but squirm in her seat. She can feel the ben-wa balls shifting inside of her, and she knows she's close to an orgasm.

But just as she's about to give in to the pleasure, she hears a little metal bang on the floor, one of the balls had fallen out and hit the floor. The noise causing a silence and people looking around wondering what that noise was. Maggie quickly kicked the ball away hoping no one saw it, but somehow magically gets a text on her phone.

“That’s one my dear,” she looked in shock not sure how he knew.

She pondered carefully whether from the bottom or top, another from the top meant obviously more cleavage, from the bottom she exposes a little more stomach so she decided from the bottom up and undid one.

Maggie looks behind her annoyed, not sure if the boy did that on purpose or not. She can't help but wonder if he was one of the ones who saw her naked this morning, or if he just thought she was a slut the way she was dressed. Maybe he was just nervous and couldn't help shaking his leg.

Either way, she's annoyed. She had already lost one button and 3 balls still driving her crazy. She's not sure how much more she can take. The bell rings, and she quickly gathers her books and walks to her next class.

She tries to focus on the lesson, but the ben-wa balls are making it impossible. She feels like she's walking on a cloud of pleasure, and she can barely concentrate. She feels the moisture building between her legs, and she knows she's close to losing control.

Throughout the class she feels more and more aroused, her hips moving subtly on her seat, the sensation of the balls driving her crazy. She's not sure how much longer she can keep it under control, the desire for release growing stronger and stronger.

She manages to make it to the end of the period, but just barely. She's relieved when the bell rings, giving her a chance to get some fresh air and escape the classroom.

As she walks down the hallway, she can feel the ben-wa balls shifting inside of her, sending little jolts of pleasure through her body. She feels like she's walking a fine line, trying to keep her secret hidden while also trying to keep herself together.

She gets to her next class and takes her seat, but she can't help but feel self-conscious and embarrassed. She feels like everyone is looking at her, judging her for what happened this morning. She feels like a walking sex symbol, and she hates it.

But as the class starts, she feels them shifting again, sending shocks of ecstasy through her body. She can feel the moisture leaking down her legs, and she knows she's on the verge of an orgasm.

She tries to focus on the lesson, but it's impossible. She feels like she's losing it, and she's not sure what to do. She wants to cum, but she's not sure if it's appropriate to do so in class. She even wonders why she would even consider cumming in class, that’s how far her mind has gone.

She tries to hold on, but just as the teacher turns away, she feels one more ball slip out. And just as she's about to reach for her phone to see if there's another text, the teacher turns back and catches her in the act.

“Miss Hill, see me after class,” the teacher says with a stern look. Maggie feels her heart sink as she realizes she's in trouble, she's not sure if it's because of the balls or if they know what happened this morning.

She gathers her books and waits for the class to end, feeling more nervous and anxious with every passing minute. She knows she's in trouble, and she's not sure what the teacher will do.

The class ends, and Maggie waits for the class to clear out. She's not sure what to expect, but she knows it won't be good.

Maggie watches as Mr. Nelson, her English teacher, closes and locks the door to his classroom. He turns around, a sly smile on his face. "Who knew the unsuspecting tomboy could clean up so well, or should I say get so dirty," he says, his voice low and husky.

It's still unclear whether Mr. Nelson was one of the men Maggie serviced this morning or not. She doesn't know what to say, she doesn't want to give away what was going on.

Mr. Nelson reaches down and picks up the ball from the floor, the one that Maggie completely forgot to grab. "What a dirty little girl indeed, disobedient too," he says, his voice dripping with disapproval.

He sits at his desk and motions for Maggie to come over. She hesitates, unsure of what he's going to do next. But she knows she doesn't have a choice.

Mr. Nelson pulls out a pair of scissors, "one ball for one button," he says, as he clips one from the top of her blouse and the undone one from the bottom as well.

Maggie feels a jolt of fear as she realizes what Mr. Nelson is doing. She doesn't know what he's going to do next, but she knows it won't be good.

He holds the buttons in his hand shifting them around, scanning her over at all the newly exposed skin, as he watches the fear and embarrassment in Maggie's eyes. She can feel the moisture building between her legs, and she knows she's on the verge of losing control.

When the awkward silence breaks, Mr. Nelson stands up in front of Maggie. He reaches out and touches her face, tracing a line down her cheek and towards her neck.

"You're a very beautiful and obedient girl, Maggie," he says, his voice low and seductive. "I'm glad I got to see this side of you."

Maggie feels a mix of emotions as Mr. Nelson touches her. She's afraid of what might happen next, but she's also feeling a sense of arousal and desire. She doesn't know what to do, but she knows she can't resist Mr. Nelson's advances.

Mr. Nelson leans in and kisses Maggie, his lips soft and warm against hers. She feels herself melting into the kiss, her body responding to his touch. She can feel the ben-wa balls shifting inside of her, melting all of her defenses.

As the kiss deepens, Maggie feels herself in need, hungry for more. She can feel the moisture leaking down her legs, and now she needs to cum. She can't help it, she's been driven crazy all day, and now she's finally having a chance to in to the pleasure.

Maggie moans softly as she cums, her body shaking from the orgasm. Sadly though, even though it was an orgasm it was not as intense as the ones she had started experiencing and left her feeling somewhat unsatisfied…

When it's over, Maggie pulls away, her face flushed with embarrassment. She can't believe what just happened, she can't believe she just had an orgasm in front of her English teacher.

Mr. Nelson smiles at her, "you're a very beautiful and obedient girl, Maggie," he says, his voice low and seductive. "I'm glad I got to see this side of you."

Maggie doesn't know what to say, she's still in shock over what just happened. She can't believe she just came like it was nothing.

"Better get going, you're going to be late for your next class," Mr. Nelson says, as he watches Maggie with a knowing smile.

Maggie is in shock at what she's becoming. She has no control over her body, and now definitely over her mind. She doesn't even realize how slutty she now looks, and all the stares and comments other students are making of her.

As she walks down the hallway, she can feel the moisture building between her legs, and she feels like she’s in a constant state of arousal now.

She gets to her next class and takes her seat, but she can't help but feel self-conscious and embarrassed. She feels like everyone is looking at her, judging her for what happened this morning. She feels like a complete slut, and she can't help but wonder what people are saying about her.

Her friend Kim sees her and looks concerned. She had been hearing the rumors of how Maggie was dressed, but she didn't believe it till she saw it. She could believe her eyes when she saw her barely buttoned blouse and how short her skirt was, and she didn't know what to say.

Maggie tries to act normal, sitting next to her friend, but when she gets a text, she can't help but look. Her eyes widen as she sees, "pussy pic, now." Kim watches as her friend puts the phone under her desk and aims the camera up her skirt.

Kim feels a jolt of fear as she realizes what her friend is doing. She doesn't know what to say, she doesn't want to give away what's going on. At the same time, she’s trying to figure out why she’s doing this in the first place, but coming up completely blank for excuses.

As the camera snaps a picture, Maggie feels like her skin is on fire from the intense mix of emotions coursing through her veins. She can't help it, the ball had been driving her crazy all day, and now her mind was slowly losing the once innocent tomboy she once was.

She can feel her pussy lips twitch, her body shaking from the arousal. She feels a sense of desire, but also a sense of shame. She can't believe what she's becoming, she can't believe she's allowing herself to be used like this.

When it's over, Kim pulls away, her face flushed with embarrassment. She can't believe what just happened, she can't believe she just saw her friend take a picture up her skirt and send it to someone, anyone. She looks at Maggie with a mixture of concern and confusion. She doesn't know what to say, she doesn't know what to do. She can see the shame and embarrassment in her eyes, and she knows something is wrong.

"Are you okay, Maggie?" Kim asks, her voice low and concerned.

Maggie nods, trying to act normal. But she knows she's not okay. She knows she's lost control, and she doesn't know how to get it back.

As the class starts, Maggie tries to focus on the lesson, but it's impossible. She feels like she's lost in a haze of lust and shame, and she can't concentrate on anything else.

She feels the heat building between her legs and warming her inner thighs, and she knows her body is screaming for relief. She feels like she's losing it, and she's not sure what to do.

She tries to hold on, but just as the teacher turns away, she feels another ball slip out. The sound a loud clang on the ground, she hopes no one catches it, but she looks to see her friend Kim looking in complete disbelief.

Maggie asks to go to the bathroom, embarrassed and overwhelmed by the constant arousal she's been feeling all day. She quickly gets up and walks out of the classroom, trying to escape the judgmental stares of her classmates.

As she walks down the hallway, she can feel the single ben-wa ball teasing her, and she feels like she's on the verge of going mad. She knows she can't wait much longer; she needs to cum, and she needs to cum now.

She gets to the bathroom and locks herself in a stall, trying to gather her thoughts and regain some semblance of control. But it's impossible, she's been driven crazy all day, and now she's finally having a chance to release the pent-up pleasure.

She reaches down and pulls her skirt up, exposing her bare pussy to herself. She can feel the wetness on her fingers, and she knows she's ready. She starts to rub her clit, her hips moving in time with her fingers.

Just as she's about to cum, she hears the bathroom door open, and her friend Kim walks in. She looks concerned, and Maggie stops in her tracks hoping that whomever it was didn’t hear her.

Kim sees Maggie’s feet under the stall, and she can tell something is wrong. She can hear her heavy breathing and how she ran out of the class wasn’t normal for her at all, and she knows something is up.

"Maggie, are you okay?" Kim asks, her voice low and concerned.

“Yeah,” Maggie answers, trying to act normal. But she knows she's not okay. She knows she's losing control, and she can't help but feel a sense of fear, even with all the arousal and horniness setting her body on fire.

Kim can hear the difference in her voice, and she knows something is wrong, “come out, let’s talk about this.”

Maggie gets up, fixes her clothes the best she can and opens the stall, her cheeks flushed red, her breathing heavy, she looked more like a wild animal rather than the timid little girl Kim knew so well. She stepped closer and Kim put a hand on her shoulder to try to reassure her, but her touch breaks down Maggie’s defenses.

She moves forward quickly and before Kim could react, Maggie had her lips pressed up against her friend’s. A kiss that surprised them both, but Maggie felt herself start to melt as she tried to slip her tongue into her friend’s mouth.

Kim is shocked, but she allows it. She's not sure how to react, but she can feel the heat radiating off of Maggie, and seeing the way her friend was dressed, the picture she took during class, sparked something in her she didn’t know existed.

That's until Maggie unbuttons Kim's shorts and slips a hand into her panties. Kim gasps in shock, but she doesn't stop Maggie. The spark now starting to turn into a burning fire inside of her.

Maggie starts to rub Kim's clit, her fingers moving in time with Kim's breathing. Kim's hips start to move, and she can feel herself getting more turned on by the second. She starts to moan, her breathing getting heavier and heavier. But her shorts and panties stop Maggie from really getting to all of those spots that Kim herself would toy with in the privacy of her room.

Grabbing the sides of her shorts, she pulls them down along with her panties, her pussy fully exposed to her friend for the first time, a small landing strip that Maggie didn’t expect above her pussy.

“Take me,” Kim mustered between heavy breaths, kind of shocked at herself when she said it.

On her knees, Maggie does something she never thought she ever would, she leans forward and with two fingers deep inside her friend starts licking at her pussy. First around the lips, then as the scent fills her nose she delves in and finds her clit.

Kim bites on her hand to stop herself from screaming in pleasure, she had never had someone go down on her before and she never though it would ever be another girl, let alone her friend. It didn’t take long for the new found intense pleasure she was feeling along with the thoughts that it was Maggie doing it push her over the edge and cum, her groans echoing off the walls, even muffled by her hands over her mouth.

When it's over, Kim pulls away, her face flushed with embarrassment. She can't believe what just happened, she can't believe she just let her friend go down on her.

Maggie feels the same way. She can't believe what she just did, she can't believe she just made her friend cum. She knows she's lost control, and she doesn't know how to get it back.

They both stand there for a moment, unsure of what to do next. They know they've crossed a line, and they know they can't go back. Without another word, Kim pulls up her panties and shorts and leaves the bathroom and Maggie still on her knees with her juices all over her face.

Eventually, Maggie gets up and cleans off her face, her cheeks still flushed with embarrassment. By the time she gets back to class, the bell has already rung, and the teacher, Ms. Meyers, doesn't say anything. She just shoots her a dirty look as she gathers her stuff and leaves for lunch.

Before she can get there, she is texted and asked to go to a classroom. She enters to find her math teacher, Mr. Thompson, who gives her a blindfold to put on. Blindfolded at the front of the class, she hears people enter, but she has no idea who.

She is then asked to strip and sit on the desk, and masturbate for the unknown amount of strangers that came in. She is unsure if they are the men from this morning or brand new people she is exposing herself to.

She hesitates, unsure of what to do. She knows she shouldn't do this, but she also knows she can't say no. She feels like she's lost all control, and she doesn't know how to get it back.

With the blindfold on, she can't see anything. She can only hear the voices of the strangers around her, their footsteps and whispers. She can feel their eyes on her, and she knows they're watching her.

With hesitation she undoes the two buttons on her blouse and lets it slip down her arms and to the ground. Her arms want to cover her not just from the cold of the classroom but the eyes watching her intently that she can’t see. With a slip of the clasp and the zipper, the skirt follows and she stands there cold, blind and naked.

She feels a hand on her shoulder that guides her back allowing her to sit on the desk. She starts to touch herself, her fingers moving slowly over her bare skin. She can feel the heat building between her legs, and she knows she's getting closer. She can feel the last ben-wa ball shifting inside of her, driving her crazy with pleasure.

She moans softly as she cums, her body shaking from the orgasm. She can feel the moisture leaking down her legs, and she knows she's satisfied.

When it's over, she hears the strangers leave the classroom, their footsteps echoing off the walls. She lays on the desk for a moment, unsure of what just happened. She feels like she's lost herself, and she doesn't know how to get her back.

The blindfold is removed, Mr. Thompson helps her off the desk and onto to her feet to allow her to dress. Well, if you want to call it that as one more button was removed and the shirt just barely covering her bare breasts now. She has no idea where she is, or what's going to happen next. She feels like she's lost in a haze of lust and shame, and she doesn't know how to escape.

She walks down the hallway, her body still trembling from the orgasm. She feels like she's on autopilot, her mind still lost in conflicting emotions. She doesn't know what to do, she doesn't know what to say, she feels like she's lost all control.

She walks over to her usual secluded spot, her legs still shaky and weak. She sits down, trying to act normal. But she knows she's not normal, she knows she's not the same person she was before.

She tries to eat, but she can't. She feels like she's going to be sick, she feels like she's going to pass out. She knows she can't stay here; she knows she needs to get out.

Without another word, she gets up and leaves the cafeteria, her heart racing as she walks down the hallway. She doesn't know where she's going, she doesn't know what she's doing, she just feels lost.