In the stale fluorescence of a detention hall that reeks of chalk dust and teenage rebellion, where the clock ticks like a judge's gavel and the walls whisper echoes of a thousand skipped assignments, Julia James and Mighty Dee slouch at scarred wooden desks like culprits in a bad heist movie. They've botched it spectacularly this time—sucking face (and more) behind the faculty building, right under the nose of the security cams, turning a quickie into a campus scandal. Now, they're paying the piper in after-school purgatory, presided over by Ms. Annie King: a stern vision of pedagogical fury in a pencil skirt that hugs her ample hips like a reprimand, blouse buttoned to the throat but straining against the generous swell of her breasts, her auburn bob framing a face etched with the weariness of corralling delinquents who treat rules like suggestions.Annie paces the linoleum like a warden on edge, her heels clicking sharp warnings, clipboard clutched like a shield against the chaos. She's got zero patience for slackers; her life's blood is structure, syllabus, and silent study halls, not babysitting horn-dogs who can't keep their zippers up. But Julia and Mighty? They're a powder keg of adolescent idiocy—Julia, the pint-sized firecracker with wild curls and a devilish grin, doodling hearts around Mighty's initials instead of conjugating verbs; Mighty, the hulking jock with shoulders like a linebacker's and a smirk that could melt steel, flicking paper footballs when her back's turned. "Enough!" Annie snaps, whirling on them mid-stride, her voice a whipcrack that silences the room. "This is detention, not a playground. Julia, explain yourself. Why the hell would you risk expulsion for... for that behind the faculty lounge? What were you thinking?"Julia leans back, unfazed, her full lips curving into a conspiratorial pout as she twirls a pen like a baton. "Ms. K, it's not my fault. Blame the beast." She nods toward Mighty, who feigns innocence with puppy-dog eyes that don't fool anyone. "His cock? It's massive. Like, life-altering huge. I saw it straining in his jeans during chem lab, and next thing I know, we're out back, and I'm on my knees like it's the only prayer that matters. Couldn't help it—it's got a mind of its own, and mine was screaming 'yes, please.'" Mighty chuckles low, a rumble that vibrates the desks, while Annie's cheeks flush crimson—not from outrage, exactly, but from the unwelcome heat coiling low in her belly. She's heard the rumors about Mighty's "man-root," whispered in the staff lounge like urban legends, but curiosity's a sneaky bitch, gnawing at her resolve like termites in a textbook. She clears her throat, trying for authority, but her gaze dips traitorously to his crotch, where the denim bulges like a promise wrapped in sin. "Just... how big is it, exactly? I mean, for academic purposes. To understand the... distraction."Mighty's no fool; he catches the hitch in her breath, the way her fingers tighten on the clipboard like it's a lifeline. With a grin that's equal parts boyish charm and wolfish hunger, he rises slow and deliberate, thumbing open his fly like he's unveiling a state secret. The zipper rasps down, and out springs his pecker—a monolithic marvel, thick as a wrist and veined like lightning cracks across a stormy sky, the head flushed and already weeping a pearl of pre-cum that catches the light like contraband diamonds. Annie's eyes widen, her professional facade cracking like eggshell under the sheer girth of it; it's one hell of a dong, a teacher's worst nightmare and wettest dream rolled into one throbbing revelation. "Holy... that's... impressive," she stammers, voice husky, her thighs pressing together against the sudden slick ache between them. Julia's no slouch either—her pupils dilate like black holes, mouth watering at the familiar feast flashing inches from her face. "Told ya," she breathes, scooting her chair closer, gravity pulling her inexorably forward. Before Annie can sputter a protest, Julia's lips part, engulfing the tip in a wet, worshipful swirl—tongue lapping the underside with the fervor of a convert, cheeks hollowing as she bobs shallow at first, then deeper, gagging softly on his length while her hands stroke the base in slick, twisting pumps.The dam breaks faster than a popped quiz; Annie, drawn like a moth to the flame of that hypnotic bob and slurp, sinks to her knees beside Julia, the clipboard clattering forgotten to the floor. "This is... highly irregular," she murmurs, even as her hand joins Julia's on his shaft, fingers barely meeting around the circumference, pumping in tandem while her tongue darts out for a tentative taste—lapping at the heavy sac below, then tracing a vein up to join Julia's mouth in a messy, shared munch. Their lips meet around his cock in a sloppy duet: Julia deep-throating with youthful abandon, saliva dripping in glossy rivulets down her chin; Annie, the reluctant virtuoso, sucking the head with precise, vacuum-sealed pulls that draw guttural groans from Mighty's chest. The air thickens with the wet symphony of slurps and moans, the detention hall transforming from study prison to den of debauchery, desks shoved aside like moral boundaries.Mighty's had enough of the appetizer; with a growl that rattles the windows, he hauls Julia up first, bending her over her own desk—skirt hiked, panties yanked aside—to plunge that banger deep into her twat in one searing thrust. She yelps in ecstasy, walls clenching like a velvet fist around his girth, the desk creaking under the force as he puts the D in detention—dick slamming home with piston precision, balls slapping her clit in rhythmic applause. Julia's cries bounce off the walls—"Fuck, yes, stretch me, coach!"—her body jolting forward with each impact, tits spilling from her blouse to scrape the wood. Annie watches, transfixed, fingers buried in her own sopping heat through her skirt, until Mighty beckons her over with a crooked finger. He spins her against the blackboard, chalk dust clouding the air as he hikes her skirt and drives into her from behind—her mature, dripping pussy yielding to his invasion with a gasp that echoes like a chalk-squeak, tighter than expected, hotter than sin. "Oh God, it's huge," she whimpers, pushing back to meet his thrusts, the board smudging with the imprint of her palms as he rails her relentlessly, alternating between the two like a man possessed.The room becomes a battlefield of bliss: from student desks to the teacher's broad oak slab, where Mighty lays Julia out like a sacrifice, pounding missionary while Annie straddles her face—Julia's tongue delving into the teacher's shaved, swollen folds, lapping clit and nectar with sloppy zeal as Mighty's cock churns Annie's depths nearby. Poon juice slicks every surface—desks gleaming with arousal, the floor a puddle of evidence—bodies slick with sweat, the air heavy with musk and moans. He flips them into a daisy chain of depravity: slamming Julia doggy on the floor while she eats Annie out from below, then switching to bury himself in Annie's ass-up form, her skirt bunched like a flag of surrender. Cunnies convulse in shuddering orgasms—Julia first, squirting in arcs that soak Mighty's thighs; Annie following with a keening wail, her walls milking him in vise-like pulses—until he can't hold the flood. Pulling out mid-thrust, he strokes his slick, enraged cock, unleashing ropes of man-juice in hot, erratic jets: across Julia's upturned face, dripping into her open mouth; splattering Annie's heaving tits and parted lips, the pearly mess mingling as they lick each other clean in a hazy, cum-smeared truce.In the panting aftermath, as the bell tolls freedom for the rest of the school and detention dissolves into dazed satisfaction, Annie straightens her skirt with a shaky laugh, chalk dust streaking her cheek like war paint. "Extracurricular education at its finest," she concedes, while Julia high-fives Mighty over the desk, his spent cock still twitching like a hero's salute. These two dummies may have messed up royally, but they've turned punishment into paradise—and who knows? Next infraction might just earn them extra credit.
