Dakota McKellen sat in Edwin Connelly's calculus class shaking at just how far she had let Angus Furlong go in her hallway seduction. While becoming bolder than she had ever been before her hormones allowed him to strip her naked in front of nearly 30 students. With her sister Sable having confided in her how far she too allowed Angus to literally lick her ass hole in front of nearly as many eyes Dakota had to outdo her sister. Come on, Dakota was the bold one anyway. That shaking was the thrill factor, her adrenalin still spiking. Her goal was to constantly push herself and not get into trouble. The day her mother found out what she was doing she knew World Whore Three was going to start. Did that dictate her future exploits? Nope! Stories of her mom's antics, even Piper Cherry's was enough to challenge their reign. Most of those tales unsubstantiated but she just knew the truth. Let them find out.
Sable just recently overcoming her shyness enough to let things happen that she normally would not, meant a lot. Of course, the two sisters did switch identities a number of days now with Angus believing he had licked Dakota's butt pucker she needed to keep up their game so that nobody questioned their shared experiences. Now that Sable had acted shocked it was working perfectly, even when Robin Banks dared to kiss Sable unexpectedly rather than go after Dakota again. That part nagged Dakota. Why not just her, why Sable too? In the long run it didn't matter. She knew that eventually both sisters would be equals in every lay... way.
"Psst!"
Dakota tried to listen to her teacher's lesson plan, but the class was too knowledgeable as to what she and Angus had done. Boys had always found Dakota cute but now it was becoming obvious they were looking at her in an entirely different way. The boy next to her poised his notebook at her to let her read a note he had written which said, "You are awesome. I love your body." Smirking at him after finishing his note she looked around the room for safety then blew him a kiss. Instantly the boy began writing another note. In the meanwhile, she sat back in her chair in almost a slouch to revel in her actions. Worry was there that her mother Josie might find out what she had done but until then she was going to enjoy this newfound attention. That War could wait.
Playing naïve around Angus was easy enough, she would never ever let him know she had at least some experience through the assistance of Piper Cherry's nephew the dashing Mace Belmont. Nor of just how extremely far she and her father Henry had gone in his teaching her how to be with boys. Not just the kissing and touching aspect, full on hand jobs and blowjobs. Eaten out in small favors was great fun too. During movie night with Mace, she reluctantly participated in tiny doses via Travis Herbert, having traded places with Sable and being forced into portraying her.
That was not easy, but the girls pulled it off allowing Sable to experience more too through a clueless Mace. At least until the after-party part, then Mace knew. Travis had no idea as well that he had kissed and touched Dakota. Not too far at least, Sable returning to her boyfriend before it got too intimate. The things she did for her sister boggled even her. It was fun except her moments with Perbert. The following day with Mace dripping hot wax on her made Dakota crazy. She could not get enough of the erotic moments that guys offered. The tiny heart drawings all over her by the football team really had her worked up. So much had happened in such a short time. More to come she hoped. No! She knew. She intended to make it happen.
In leaning back, she found hands caressing her long brown mane from behind. Soft hands made her tremble knowing that others were observing her pampering. She knew who was sitting behind her, another boy, one that constantly looked at her but never once saying a word. Maybe this was his way of breaking the ice. She was good with that.
Notebook Nathan as she would call her scribe, his name being Nathan Lowe produced another message for her to read, with it saying, "Are you and Furlong dating?" He knew of Robin Banks and Angus but the more he saw he just wasn't sure of any facts. She wasn't certain how to respond to that. Using her left hand, she shook it from side to side to express, "I'm not sure."
This led to a second note already written saying, "If not will you go out with me?" This took Dakota by surprise which prompted her to merely wink at him as if maybe but not truly giving him a yes. She had never dated anyone, so she was going to be picky. Her shaking hand gestured a slowdown motion which he took as a no. Seeing him sad made her attempt a smile by teasing him a bit in lifting the left side of her already short skirt allowing him to see her hip. This was fun.
Already knowing she wasn't wearing underwear of any kind Nathan grinned vibrantly, encouraging her to lift her skirt even higher. Tempted she resisted until she realized more boys eyeballing her from every angle. She had already touched herself one time in a class but that was her being lost in thought. Her shows of unbuttoned blouses and dresses were going over well too, but dare she make a habit of it? Part of her wished she had worn a dress that buttoned down in front so she could show off her tits more, that she did like doing. From this day on she was going to wear that style, no more troublesome situations. Humoring Nathan she did lift her skirt slightly higher, hoisting her butt from her seat enough to drag her skirt from beneath her cheeks. By doing this her other hip was showing off more skin to the left side of the class. "Look at all my admirers." She was forgetting to blink sensing their desire to see more. "The teacher is pretty oblivious, writing everything on the chalkboard. God, I want to but..."
The boy attending to her hair makes a ponytail and whips her forehead with it almost making her laugh, then she felt his other hand reaching out to start unzipping the back of her dress. Eyes bulging, she let him at least zip down to the back of her chair where her body was pressed against it. Stopping there he left it opened, at that point he chose a different tactic by sweeping her spaghetti straps from both shoulders.
In her slouch she glanced at both shoulders first left then right to witness their downfall over her biceps. Even without having buttons in the front, her cleavage drooped, chin lowering to touch against her chest to survey the damage. "Strip me why don't you Ronny." She smirked in thought, Ronald Wilcox was her groomer. Tense but trying to keep composed Dakota channeled her adrenalin well, she did not want to cover up. Angus Furlong had put thoughts into her head that she could no longer deny. Seen naked in school and no one blabbing excited her. Even knowing that science teacher Roger Dundee had seen Sable's bare butt thinking she was Dakota stimulated her.
Cringing slightly, she eased her desk back by using her feet, moving closer to Ronny's grasp. Uncertain why she was doing it she was just glad her chair didn't screech on the tile. Releasing her hair in favor of massaging Dakota's shoulders Ronny made her putty in his hands. She had only ever gotten a massage from her dad, just thinking of her father made her juices flow. That daddy crush was constantly on her thoughts as it was. Especially after last night and how far they went. Her first deepthroat and 69 was breathtakingly insane. More of those nights were going to happen if she had her say. Daddy was breaking down to the point he had told her he would stop resisting. Anything outside of penetration he told her. Fine for now, she knew that she could wear him down over time. Being a mini version of Josie only added to his desires. He missed the good ole' days.
Added to Ronny's touch Dakota closed her eyelids and enjoyed his efforts, in her brain it was Henry McKellen rubbing her shoulders. Lucky Ron though, his continued circulation moved forward over her shoulders into cleavage territory. Fingers massaging each step in his journey toward her breasts. Not a soul made a peep, all eyes invested on her rather than their teacher or his classroom lesson plan.
"Ohhh Daddy!" Within her thoughts Dakota fantasized that Ronny was her dad. His touch was almost akin to how Henry used to squeeze her shoulders. The more pressure applied the deeper her visualization. Unknown to Dakota in her trance the other students, girls included motioned to Ronny to go further while she was in a mood. Ronny nodded his own approval, that was his plan anyway, then eased his fingers down to her tits just above her areolas. Her back arched slightly allowing her dress to rise even more over her hips, her pussy in total view now, legs wide as they could go due to her desk.
Guys were struggling in their seats to get a good look at her bare pussy in all of its moist pinkness. Tiny, inked hearts still existed on her flesh from a few days back which only built their admiration toward her flesh. In her loss of reality, her left hand reached down between her thighs and began rubbing her clit. Her own moans tender and barely heard she pictured first her father kissing and fondling her breasts, then of Mace Belmont going down on her for her first ever time of being eaten out in private, followed by Angus stripping her in the hallway just an hour ago. There was no turning back, Dakota was just too in tune with her hormonal fantasy. "Take me... all of you." A soft giggle she settled back without care.
Ronny took the final step in palming both of her breasts, her body rising higher against her seatback. With very little effort her dress unzipped itself on its own under her body's rise and fall, inevitably loosening the dress so much it was easy enough for Ronny's hands to fall free of her material, his knuckles showing off his tender clutching over her firm 34B's.
Jaws dropped hard, dicks grew large, pussies wet and tingly. With the dress code omission day in force many other girls found hands up their own skirts just watching Dakota being pawed up and touching herself. It was just too erotic even with a droll teacher like Edwin Connelly offering equations one after the other. Thankfully, he paid zero attention to his students in favor of keeping his mathematical story strait. For a big brain he was on a one-man mission.
Nathan Lowe had given up his note writing to enjoy Dakota's almost perfect body, at least in his eyes. With her fingers busy tenderly massaging her clit, and Ronny's determination to make her excited enough to cum in class, Nathan found it necessary to play a part in it all. Careful not to make too much noise he reached over and began lightly caressing her leg. Her reaction minimal led to another boy on her opposite side into rubbing her other leg. Feeling their affection Dakota parted her aisle side left leg wider to give them a better angle of attraction.
Ronny going from squeezing her titties into pinching both nipples and actually tugging them higher accelerated her facial expression. Dakota McKellen was feeling incredible. Daddy was driving her wild within her head. So wild that her right hand having lay dormant on her desk came to life trailing her tummy and guiding her dress up until essentially, she was completely nude to every eye in the room. Daddy was ravaging her body in ways she was begging for of late, he finally breaking down and going for it all. She wanted him to take her virginity, but he had persistently denied her that dream. Now, in her lost horizon she envisioned his dick penetrating her, hips rising from her chair in a creak that made everyone tense that Edwin would look over his shoulder at his class. Not so they relaxed, even if Dakota didn't.
