School for Nurses by T. Sayers Ellis

fifty pairs of avid eyes; to fifty boys who she knew would all love to fuck her; to fifty boys who wanted to screw her brains out one after the other... she new she was in trouble when she felt the unmistakable melting sensation in her pussy as it began to get dangerously wet.
    â€˜Take if off,’ Darren insisted.
    Without further protest, she pulled her shirt up over her face as she felt all their eyes, hungrily, ravenously devouring her naked torso. Then the shirt was off over her head and she had let it fall to the floor beside her.
    â€˜Now the jeans,’ Darren said.
    She looked at him again almost shyly, and started raising a protective hand towards her bare breasts.
    â€˜Drop it,’ he said harshly.
    She quickly lowered her hand, and trembling a little, she opened her jeans. She had to tug on the stiff metal zipper, and she cursed the tightness of the denim she had revelled in wearing to torment these boys, who now held her captive. It was that much harder to struggle out of, and she gave over fifty boys quite a show as she was obliged to bend over slightly, thereby sticking her bottom out again in order to push her jeans down her slender legs. There was a soft, collective sigh as the cheeks of her buttocks sprang free of the imprisoning denim.
    Finally, she stepped out of her jeans and straightened up again. She was naked now except for a skimpy pair of white cotton panties that barely covered her ash-blonde bush, and she was blushing as deeply as Darren had that day in class when she humiliated him in front of his peers, perhaps even more deeply.
    â€˜Let’s see you,’ he said. He was speaking quite softly now as all the boys shone their torches right between her thighs. Fifty torch beams were aimed right at her pussy.
    â€˜Is there anything else...’ she began without really knowing what she meant to say, ‘I mean, do I really have to? It’s so private. It’s who I am...’
    â€˜This is who I am,’ Darren said, and flung the sheet back to reveal a truly impressive hard-on that launched proudly up from his lap. Its thick length was a lovely pink with a warm purple tip, and it looked like it was positively aching to be taken in.
    â€˜What do you want me to... to do?’ Miss Smith asked weakly.
    â€˜Do you want to show us what you are, and then show us what you do with what we are?’ Darren asked quietly, almost respectfully, his eyes intensely earnest.
    â€˜What do you want?’ she repeated desperately, helplessly, but she already knew, of course. She reached out her hand to him.
    He grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand down, and over a hundred wide eyes watched as he forced her down onto her knees beside his bed. ‘Show me,’ he said, ‘what you think of who I am.’
    She looked at him, and he looked back at her where she cowered, nearly naked on the floor of a boys’ dorm, and slowly lowered her face over the tumescent head of his beautiful cock. He groaned in anticipation, and fifty torches converged on her face as she parted her lightly painted lips and slipped his helmet between them. After that, there was no closing her mouth or turning back. She sucked Darren Coombes off in front of two sixth forms of teenage boys.
    And that wasn’t all she did. Although she sucked as gently as she possibly could, hoping to pull her mouth off in time, Darren gripped her neck firmly when his groin began pulsing, and to her horror, Miss Smith found herself swallowing mouthful after mouthful of her pupil’s cum in front of all his peers. And then she fell flat on her bum next to his bed, her legs spread wide, when he pushed her away from him.
    But she still had plenty more mortifications to endure. After Darren Coombes had come he made her take her panties off anyway, as she had known he would. Then he made her bend over the end of his bed as each individual boy stepped up to get a close look at her pussy. She held herself perfectly still