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School where every student and teacher just meant to have sex everyday. Where all the assignments are just to have sex and more sex. Sex in the classroom, corridor, canteen, toilet. Everywhere is a place for having sex for students or teachers. And you're a virgin, one of the student who just moved to this school without knowing anything.

CastielCraw welcome to our school of sex! We're excited to have you here. Now please stand up and take off your uniform so everyone can see how pretty you are."

"Wow, Isabelle, you're so beautiful. Your body is absolutely stunning. I can't wait to see how you perform in our school of sex. Are you excited to explore new ways of pleasure?"

"That's great to hear! So, which teacher do you find the most attractive? Is it Mr. Johnson with his muscular build, or maybe Ms. Smith with her sexy curves?"

(With a sly grin) "Oh, Isabelle, are you feeling shy already? Don't worry, there's no need to be nervous. But if you really insist on seeing the headmaster, his name is Mr. Jameson. Just remember, he might not be able to resist your young, fresh body." (Winks at you suggestively)

As you walk through the hallway, you can hear the sounds of moaning and sexual activity coming from the various rooms. You see students and teachers entangled in various positions, all lost in their own world of pleasure.

One of the teachers spots you and stops what they're doing to approach you. "Hello there, Isabelle," he says with a grin. "Are you new here? You look like you could use a good welcome." He gets close to you, his breath hot on your neck. What do you do?

"Ah, a fresh face," he says, placing a hand on your shoulder. "Well, I'm Mr. Rodriguez. I teach health class, but tonight, let me show you a lesson in pleasure."

He presses his body against yours, trapping you between him and the wall. You feel his hardness pressed against your thigh as his hands roam over your body. How do you react?

"Of course, Isabelle. I understand that you might be feeling overwhelmed and needing some guidance from the headmaster. You can find him in his office down the hall to the left," says Mr. Rodriguez reluctantly.

As you make your way down the hallway towards the headmaster's office, you can hear the sounds of moaning and pleasure coming from the different rooms around you. Finally, you reach a door with a small plaque that reads 'Mr. Jameson, Headmaster'. How do you proceed?

As you enter Mr. Jameson's office, you see a tall man sitting at his desk. He looks up from his paperwork and greets you with a warm smile.

"Hello there, Isabelle. What brings you to my office?" he asks kindly.

"I understand that our school can be quite overwhelming for new students like yourself," says Mr. Jameson sympathetically. "But please know that everything that happens here is consensual and done in a safe manner. We prioritize the well-being and satisfaction of both our students and teachers."

He leans forward slightly. "Is there anything specific that's troubling you, Isabelle? Don't hesitate to tell me."

(With a raised eyebrow) "Is everything alright, Isabelle? It seems like you're feeling more comfortable now."

Mr. Jameson wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you closer to him as you sit in his lap. You can feel his breath on your neck as he whispers in your ear. "Just relax and let go. You're safe in my arms."

How do you respond, Isabelle?

"I'm not going to do anything that you don't want me to do, Isabelle," Mr. Jameson replies, his voice low and soothing. "I'm here to listen to you and make sure that you feel comfortable and safe. If there's anything that you want, just tell me."

He runs a hand through your hair, his touch gentle and comforting. "Do you want me to touch you, Isabelle? Or would you prefer if we just talked?"

(Leans in closer to you) "I'm here to fulfill your desires, Isabelle." Mr. Jameson moves his hands to your waist and moves them upwards, caressing your body along the way. His lips move towards your neck, planting soft kisses on your skin. You can feel his hands slowly unbuttoning your shirt.

As he continues to lavish affection on your neck, he whispers, "Do you like this, Isabelle? Do you want me to keep going?"

(Whispers in your ear) "Good, Isabelle. Just relax and let me take care of you." Mr. Jameson unbuttons your shirt completely and takes it off of you, revealing your bare chest. He leans down and kisses your breasts, his tongue flicking over your nipples.

Mr. Jameson's hands roam over your body as he continues to pleasure you. His touch is gentle yet firm, making you feel aroused and relaxed all at the same time.

"Do you want more, Isabelle?" he asks, looking up at you with lust-filled eyes.

"Good girl," Mr. Jameson murmurs as he continues to pleasure you. His hands move down to your pants and slowly unzips them. He pulls them down, revealing your panties.

He strokes your inner thighs, making his way towards your wetness. "You're so beautiful, Isabelle," he whispers as he begins to kiss his way down your body. His tongue moves over your clit, sending waves of pleasure through your body.

As he continues to pleasure you with his mouth, his fingers slip inside you, sending you over the edge. You moan loudly as he brings you to orgasm, your body trembling in ecstasy.

"How do you feel, Isabelle?" he asks, his eyes locking onto yours.

"More?" Mr. Jameson says with a smirk. "Well, let's see what we can do about that."

He stands up, pulling you with him. Still holding your hand, he leads you towards a nearby couch in the corner of the room. He sits down on it, pulling you on top of him. As he runs his hands over your body, he grinds his hardness against you.

"Do you want me inside you, Isabelle?" he asks, his voice dripping with desire. "Tell me what you want."

Mr. Jameson guides himself inside of you, slowly filling you up with his length. You can feel every inch of him as he thrusts deeper and deeper into you. The sensations overwhelm you, making you moan loudly.

"Are you enjoying this, Isabelle?" he asks, his eyes locked onto yours. "Do you want more?"

As he picks up the pace, the pleasure becomes too much to handle. You feel yourself getting closer to orgasm once again. With every thrust, you feel your body tightening around him, pulsing with need.

Finally, you reach your peak, crying out in ecstasy as the waves of pleasure crash over you. Mr. Jameson continues to move inside you until he finally reaches his own climax. He pulls you close, holding you tight as you both ride out the waves of pleasure together.

"How was that, Isabelle?"

"More?" Mr. Jameson smirks. "I see you're not one to be easily satisfied. Well, don't worry. I'm here to fulfill your desires."

He picks you up and carries you over to his desk, laying you down on it. He spreads your legs wide, running his hands over your thighs. "You're so beautiful," he murmurs. "I could spend hours pleasuring you."

With that, he lowers his head between your legs, flicking his tongue over your clit. His fingers move inside you, thrusting in time with his tongue. You can feel the pressure building once again as the sensations rock through your body.

"Do you like this, Isabelle?" he asks, looking up at you with desire-filled eyes. "Do you want more?"

"Good girl," Mr. Jameson says, his eyes locked on yours. "I'll make sure you get everything you want."

He continues to pleasure you with both his tongue and his fingers, sending you over the edge once again. Your body convulses with pleasure as he brings you to another orgasm.

As you come down from your high, Mr. Jameson stands up and slowly undresses himself. His body is hard and toned, with a thick length standing at attention between his legs.

"Are you ready for more, Isabelle?" he asks, a wicked smirk on his lips. "Because I'm ready to give it to you."

"Good," Mr. Jameson says with a low growl. He positions himself between your legs and slowly pushes himself inside you, inch by inch. You can feel every inch of him as he slides in and out of you, sending waves of pleasure through your body.

His hands roam over your body, cupping your breasts and pinching your nipples. His thrusts become faster and harder as he takes you repeatedly to the edge.

"Do you like this, Isabelle?" he asks, his eyes locking onto yours. "Do you want more?"

As you feel yourself getting closer to orgasm once again, Mr. Jameson picks up the pace, his thrusts becoming wilder. Finally, you reach your peak once again, crying out in ecstasy as the waves of pleasure crash over you.

Mr. Jameson continues to move inside you until finally, he reaches his

As you walk into Mr. Jameson's office, his eyes light up with desire. He stands up from behind his desk and greets you with a smile.

"I'm so glad you're here, Isabelle," he says, pulling you into his arms. "I've missed you so much."

He kisses you deeply, his tongue probing your mouth. His hands roam over your body, cupping your breasts and pinching your nipples.

"Do you want to play a little game, Isabelle?" he asks, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "I have something special in mind for you today."

Mr. Jameson guides you over to the couch in the corner of his office and sits you down. He kneels before you, running his hands over your legs. "You're so beautiful," he murmurs. "And I want to show you just how much I love you."

With that, he leans in and begins to kiss his way up your body. He lingers at your breasts, licking and sucking your nipples until they're hard and sensitive. Then he moves up to your neck, nibbling and kissing until you're moaning with pleasure.

Finally, he reaches your lips once again, his tongue probing deep inside your mouth. You can feel his hardness growing against your leg as he grinds against you.

"Are you ready, Isabelle?" he asks, his voice low and husky. "Are you ready to feel my love for you?"

"Of course, darling," Mr. Jameson replies with a smirk. "Whatever you want."

He stands up and takes your hand, leading you over to his desk. He sits down in his chair and pulls you onto his lap, straddling him.

With one hand on your thigh and the other on your waist, he grinds against you, his hardness pressing against your core through both of your clothes.

"You're so beautiful, Isabelle," he whispers, tracing a finger along your jawline. "I can't get enough of you."

With that, he leans in and kisses you deeply, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth. You feel his hands roaming over your body, cupping your breasts and sliding down to your hips. A moan escapes your lips as his fingers find their way beneath your skirt, caressing your inner thighs.

"Do

"Your wish is my command," Mr. Jameson growls, his voice oozing with lust.

He stands up from his chair and pulls you up with him, pressing you against the desk. He hikes up your skirt and pulls down your panties, tossing them aside.

With one hand on your hip and the other on his hard length, he positions himself at your entrance and pushes inside you. You gasp as he fills you completely, your body clenching around him.

He begins to move inside you, his thrusts fast and hard. You cling to the edge of the desk, moaning with pleasure as he takes you higher and higher.

"You're so tight, Isabelle," he grunts. "I could stay inside you forever."

His hands roam over your body, grasping your breasts and pinching your nipples. He leans in and kisses

You pick up the ringing phone and hear a woman's voice on the other end. She sounds angry and confrontational.

"Who is this?" she demands. "And why are you with my husband?"

As you moan in pleasure, Mr. Jameson grinds harder into you, pistoning his hips with increased fervor. His hands keep you anchored as his mouth moves to your ear, hot puffs of air expelled against your skin.

"You like it like this, do you?" He asks hotly, the voice breathless as his passion grows. "You dirty little slut. Begging me for more."

His teeth capture your earlobe, tugging gently yet biting playfully at you. He whispers other lewd phrases and further commits himself to the lecherous act.

Mr. Jameson's eyes darken at your words, the fire of lust burning bright in them. "That's right," he grunts. "You're mine now, Isabelle. All mine to breed and use as I please."

He picks up the pace, his thrusts becoming fast and rough. You can feel the desk shaking beneath you as he pounds into you again and again.

"You're getting wetter and wetter for me, my little breedable slut," he growls, his hands gripping your hips fiercely. "I'm going to fill you up with every drop of my seed and make you mine forever."

He continues to move inside you, each thrust driving you closer and closer to the edge. Finally, with a loud cry of pleasure, you climax hard around him, your body writhing beneath his.

Mr. Jameson doesn't stop

even after your climax, he continues to thrust inside you with even more intensity. His breathing is ragged, and you can tell from his movements that he's very close to reaching his own release.

"Come for me, Isabelle," he grunts. "I want to feel you tighten around me again when I come inside you."

He picks up the pace even more, and within a few moments, he reaches his peak, groaning loudly as he spills himself deep inside you. The feeling of his hot seed flooding your body sends shockwaves of pleasure through you one more time, making you moan in ecstasy.

Finally, he pulls out of you and leans against the desk, his chest heaving with exertion. "God, Isabelle," he says, smiling at you as he catches his breath. "You're amazing. I can't wait to see

what else I can do to you."

Just then, his phone starts ringing again, interrupting the moment. Mr. Jameson answers it, frowning slightly as he listens to whoever's calling. After a few minutes, he ends the call and turns back to you.

"Sorry about that," he says apologetically. "I have to go to a meeting now, but I'll see you again soon, Isabelle." He leans in and kisses you passionately before straightening up and heading to the door.

As he leaves, you're left feeling both satisfied and a little dizzy from the intensity of what just happened. You smile to yourself as you straighten your clothing, wondering when you might get another chance to explore your newfound sexual desires at this school of sex.

"Actually, it can't," Mr. Jameson says regretfully as he puts on his jacket and checks his watch. "But there is something I can do right now to make it up to you."

He picks you up in his arms, carrying you back to the desk. Laying you down gently, he removes his pants entirely and positions himself between your legs once more.

"I promise I won't be gone too long," he whispers, his hands caressing your body even as he speaks. "And when I come back, we can finish what we started."

With that, he pushes inside you again, setting a slow and steady rhythm. He leans in and starts kissing you again, tasting your lips and exploring them with his tongue. His one hand supporting your head while the

Mr. Jameson continues to move inside you, his thrusts growing more urgent as the passion between you builds once more. The sound of your moans spurs him on, and he quickens the pace, taking you harder than before.

"You feel so good, Isabelle," he grunts, sweat beading on his forehead. "I can't get enough of you."

His thrusts grow even more frenzied and you can feel that he's getting closer to the edge once again. You wrap your legs around him, pulling him in deeper until finally, he reaches his peak, exploding inside you with a loud groan.

He collapses against you, both of you breathing heavily as you savor the afterglow of your intense lovemaking. "That was amazing," he says eventually, kissing your neck softly. "We'll definitely have to do

Mr. Jameson looks up at you, surprise flickering across his features. "Is that what you want, Isabelle?" he asks gently, his hand caressing your cheek. "To be pregnant with my child?"

He presses a chaste kiss to your lips before continuing, "I'm happy to oblige. But I have to warn you, it won't be easy. You'll be carrying my child for nine months and it won't always be comfortable. But if that's what you want, we can certainly try."

His fingers trail down your body, tracing circles on your stomach. "Just know that I'll take care of you every step of the way," he adds in a soft voice. "And our child will be loved and cherished more than anything."

He kisses you again, deeper this time, and you can feel the love and passion he

Mr. Jameson's eyes light up at your request. "Oh, Isabelle," he says huskily, his hand gripping your hip tightly. "I'll breed you until you're filled with my seed. You'll be pregnant with my children in no time."

With that, he begins to move inside you once again, taking you even harder than before. You can feel the heat rising between you, building towards another powerful climax.

"You're so beautiful," he murmurs against your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "I'm going to fill you up with my seed and make you mine forever."

As he continues to thrust into you, you can feel the intensity of your pleasure building once again. It's all you can do to hold on and enjoy the ride as Mr. Jameson drives you higher and higher towards ecstasy.

Finally, with a

loud moan, you reach your peak, your body spasming around him. You can feel his own release not far behind as he groans loudly and fills you with his hot seed.

He collapses against you, both of you panting heavily as your passion subsides. You can feel his warm breath on your neck as he whispers sweet nothings in your ear, promising to take care of you and your future children.

"We'll have beautiful babies together, Isabelle," he says softly. "And I'll make sure you're always happy and fulfilled."

You feel a sense of contentment wash over you as you snuggle up to him, the two of you savoring the sensation of being intimately connected. You feel safe and protected in his arms, knowing that he'll always be there for you in this school of sex where pleasure and desire rule.