Paige Ep. 019: FUCKING A! +

The remainder of the class she pouted. Matt, and the boys keeping to themselves. As the bell rang everyone stood to walk out. As Paige gathers her bookbag she begins to join Matt, and Mike waiting on her. Before she could vacate the classroom Burrows clears his throat.

"A word Miss Turner?" A dark stare forced the boys to leave them alone. Standing up Drake steps to his classroom door shutting it for privacy. "What are you doing?" He directs a whisper to the gorgeous, yet nerdy redhead.

"My best?" She stares up with doe like eyes.

"You know what I mean. What was that all about?"

"All of the boys wanted me to tease them. I like teasing Mister Burrows." She maintained an innocent posture, "Do you like my teasing? It sure looks like you do." She points at his bulging crotch without looking directly at it.

"You...You know I do. I..." He dares to attempt brushing the chalk off of her shirt to little avail. All he succeeded in doing was jostling her breast. Realizing that he had gone too far he sighs. "Go! Behave yourself."

Shaking her head negatively she winks, "Positive incentives seek to motivate others by promising a reward, whereas negative incentives aim to motivate others by threatening a punishment." She slyly plants a cheek on her left shoulder. "Am I punishing you Mister Burrows?"

"I wouldn't say that. You certainly threaten my job should this get out."

"Then let's be positive...here's your reward." She reaches behind her and unzips her pants all the way down. Turning her backside to him she leers over her shoulder. "You can touch my tushy if you want."

Without so much as a hesitation he palms her butt, caressing it. She giggles lightly as he rubs his crotch before her lowered inspection.

"Detention?" She expects.

"In my bedroom maybe." He growls.

"I'm on Tender." She loved to brag about it.

"Go on, before I get any stupider."

"That's not a word." She sticks her tongue out at him.

Shaking his head he opens the door for her to leave. Out she went, butt wiggling as her jeans loosening in her stride. She would have to tug them up every ten feet. The guys loved it. Burrows? Lunch hour couldn't cum too soon.

Managing her other classes less dramatically, yet performing sneak peeks, Paige reaches the end of her school day. From her locker she was escorted with a sizable entourage toward the weight room. Discovering Coach Garvin working out ruined their plans. Brett holding Paige's hand as she skipped along giddily, grew worried that his strategic idea was going to go bust. There were still students lingering in the gym, too many underclassmen. Bad idea.

"Maybe we should postpone this Cheno." Cody his buddy hissed with disappointment.

Paige hearing this huffed, "Noooooooo! Fuck me."

Ten boys popped instant erections at her soft, yearning request. Greeting Brett with her free hand entangling his grip on her other hand she pouts heavily. "You said I had to."

"Damn Turner. You're turning into a nympho on us." He looks stunned by her neediness calling him out.

"You don't want me to be a nympho?"

"YESSSSS!" Nine other boys choke up as one voice.

"Yay!"

Drew chuckles, "We could always send her in to tease the Coach."

"I don't have all day to kill waiting on a wet dick." Chenowyth scowls. "I work in two hours."

"We don't." Matt sucker punches him vocally.

"I have to get home before my Daddy." She informs them, "Beau called in sick today, so I'll need a ride home."

Hearing a cellphone ring forces their silence. Coach Garvin receiving a call from his older daughter needing his assistance ends his workout. Marching out of the fitness room sweaty he continues his talk with his daughter. Noting the boys he winces.

"Grabbing a quick workout Coach." Brett nods. Garvin listening more to his daughter Janie's distress of a fender bender leads Garvin to merely offer a thumbs up. As he heads out, he forgets to lock his office. Mike noticing his negligence whispers it to Aaron. Brett the final ear. "Ohhhh, Yeaaah! Go get in a quick sweat boys. I'm gonna christen Garvin's desk."

Dragging Paige to his office he opens the door and leaves the lights off. Locking it behind him he snaps his fingers. "Why are you still wearing clothes?" She was naked in three minutes flat. As she stood in front of him with bright eyes she had to frown, teetering nervously.

"Why are you still wearing clothes?" She giggles, pointing at him with a dose of his own medicine.

"Right! Fuck Turner. You've got my brain in a headlock."

"Wrestling with your emotions?" She sticks her tongue out as he begins undressing. She bites her fingernail watching him drop his boxers. Not as well endowed as she envisioned, but six inches was enough to please her.

"Bend over Garvin's desk."

"K." She does just that. Looking over her shoulder she whimpers, "Condom?"

"Shit! Hold on." Digging for his wallet he produces a green condom rolling it on. That made her smile.

"Thank you." Her soft voice destroying his restraint. Closing in for the kill he penetrates her from behind. Her tits dangling above the Coach's desk, nipples actually moving papers about in an unguided shuffle.

"Told you I was gonna tag your ass Bitch."

"I wanted this all along. Daddy just didn't trust you."

"He shouldn't trust me." Brett laughs. "I'm gonna pimp his baby girl out like Barbie over Ken's best friends lap."

"I'm more Strawberry Shortcake." She moans seductively. Her youthful mumbling encouraging him to pound her little cunt hard.

"Whip cream topping coming right up."

"Already?" She whimpered with a disappointment.

"Fuck you Turner. I've wanted this so long I can't hold out." Instantly, he growls like a she wolf and jizzes hard into his latex muzzle.

"Noooo! Mooooore!"

"I can't. Shit!" He pulls out and takes his condom off, lifting it with an expression of nausea. Brett the stud was a wimp at heart. She felt really cheated. Stomping her foot as she stands up, she abandons her wardrobe, unlocking the office door and barging right out into the hallway. The weight room twelve feet away, she dares to parade without looking for unwelcomed scrutiny. As the other nine boys goofed off lifting weights, and joking about their misfortune, Paige enters in a dramatic huff. As they marvel at her perfect little body the shorty flops down on the bench press, stretching out. Rubbing her clit she pouts, "Nobody wants me."

WRONG!

Matt, Mike, Drew, Sean, and newbie Rudy drop their jeans and begin fondling themselves to a favorable erection. She smiles at their hurried enhancements. As Matt preps to penetrate she blurts out, "SKITTLES!"

Pondering her outburst Matt realizes her meaning. "Sheepskin up!"

"I like riding the rainbow." She taunts them. Everyone but Rudy came prepared. Groaning at his loss he starts to put his pants back on. Seeing his sadness Paige exhales, "Unicorn! Unicorn!" She points at her opened mouth. Rudy took the hint and raced over to hover at her left, pushing his penis down toward her mouth. She kissed his urethra with a loud, "Mwah! Me wuvs Unicorns. Especially well hung unicorns."

"Christ!" Matt snarled and knelt a bit to plant his beast in her soaked pussy. Fucking her hard, she yelped as she sucked off Rudy. Brett in his embarrassment returns to the scene, trying to look smug and triumphant. Noticing shoes cast everywhere he gets a devilish idea. Unlacing four shoes he moves around the guys, passing one lace off to Rudy. Seeing Brett take Paige's left hand, tying the shoestring around her wrist, then tethering the other end around a barbell, Rudy does the same to her counterpart. Tied up even as his cock was treated to warm wet lips. She was so absorbed in her feast, and Matt's stuffing, her bonds went unnoticed until she felt the need to stroke Rudy's cock. Releasing him from her throat she looks at her predicament. As Matt nuts in his container he pulls away to let Drew in. Giving up on her hands she finishes Rudy off, as he jettisons warm milk over her tongue. She swallowed every drop whining, "More!"

Taking too long to get their chances at her pussy, Hector, and Sean share her mouth from two sides of her face. She did her very best to enjoy both of them, recalling the double BJ from Drew's party. These two larger than those at the party made that tedious. Regardless, three men blow gaskets at once. She loved it. Her face spotted in liquid joy.

Another twenty minutes of tearing her up the guys finished with her, one by one taking their leave, some without shoelaces. With Drew and Brett eying their cells for the time, they kneel next to her coated face for a selfie with the slut. "Say Cheese!" Paige giddily smiled.

"Another poster for your bedrooms?" She softly grew curious.

"Damn straight." Brett smirked. Another idea in his desire to get even with Paige he unties her hands. Guiding her to her feet he turns her in step and ties her hands tightly behind her back.

"We aren't done?" She wheezes.

"Nope. One more little side trip." He tosses her over his shoulder. Carrying her up through the gym as Aaron and Cody wave him on, they scouting ahead for safety. She complained about her clothing still in Garvin's office. Drew racing back to gather her things for safe keeping.

The school was quiet. Only a hand full of Teachers and Faculty were still grading papers or chatting. Brett stealthily avoided the Teacher's he knew might kill their Graduation. Others he boldly carried her in full view right past opened doorways. It was fast enough not to let anyone get a good look. Waves from Cody and Aaron distracted any curiosity.

Reaching Drake Burrows class Brett stands her up and points at the floor. She kneels down on her knees awaiting further orders. Motioning her to stretch out on her back she carefully does so. From there Brett poses her legs wide. Aaron and Cody with a brilliant idea tosses an unopened condom on her belly. With a brisk knock on the Economics door they bold and run. Paige was on her own. Eyes wide she remains in her seductive toe wiggling contortion.

Door opened, Drake Burrows looked straight ahead first, noticing no one. A pouty yet audible, "Mmm!" of attention getting he looks down at Paige. She had a yearning expression on her face.

"I want an A+!" She whispers.

Nearly tripping over his nerves he looks in all directions. Heart pounding he grabs her by the ankles and drags her into his classroom. Door shut softly prevented any inquisitive eyes. Lights off, and door locked, Drake Burrows was a wolf in sheep's clothing. A clear colored lamb at that.

Paige Turner got an A+ for extra credit.

A for Anal.

She got a ride home later by Drake, in his hybrid electric car.

It was more economical.

FUCKING A!