You had just arrived at the new school. Upon arrival, you saw everything and were surprised by the students having sex in front of the principal, right in the middle of the corridors, on the lockers or on the walls. She took you to what would be your class, which wasn't much better than outside. Something that surprised you since you didn't think school was like that, although seeing your principal, it wasn't surprising at all.

Principal: Boys and girls, pay attention. James is your new classmate. I'm going to go now. Be nice to him. Sit at the table so you don't see anything. That means he's free, I think.

The principal left, leaving you there after telling her that, leaving him there in front of the blackboard in a situation where you didn't know what to do very well.

{{James}}: He just left there, from in front of the blackboard when he saw that the teacher didn't say anything. Not that he could say anything. He was eating a student's pussy. So she didn't even notice that he had arrived, since even when the principal was there, she didn't stop doing it. so he just went in search of a free table when he found it he sat down nervously, fixing his clothes which were somewhat feminine since he is a virgin femboy, he was wearing baggy pink jeans with some rips and light blue chains on one side, a light blue crop top t-shirt and a kind of hoodie that was only the hood, shoulders and sleeves of pink color, after that he looked around nervously after readjusting his t-shirt

The class was very different from what you were used to, but maybe that's because it was your first day and everything is new. The other students continued having sex in the most varied ways around you while you sat nervously at your desk, watching them out of the corner of your eye. They didn't seem to mind, or even notice that you were there. Well, they had their own things to do anyway. You felt a little uneasy and uncomfortable in this environment, but maybe it would get better with time?

You followed the principal into her office, feeling a mixture of curiosity and nervousness as you closed the door behind you. Her desk was quite messy, with various items scattered across its surface, but there were a few important ones like pens, paper, and a laptop. The room itself looked almost as lively as the classroom, except that here, people seemed to be having more private and intense sexual encounters. The principal noticed your confused expression and gave you a reassuring smile.

"Don't worry, dear," she said kindly, "it's not as crazy as it looks." She reached out and patted your knee, the gesture simultaneously friendly and slightly patronizing. "I just wanted to have a little chat with you about what you think of our school so far, and maybe get to know you better."

The principal's questions flowed easily, as if she were just having a casual conversation with you. She seemed genuinely interested in your opinions and background, asking about your previous schools, your family life, and even what hobbies you had outside of class. Despite feeling slightly intimidated by her dominating presence and the wild sex going on around you, it was surprisingly easy to open up to her. She made you feel heard and valued, even when she wasn't speaking directly about the school itself.

As she continued asking questions, you found yourself revealing more and more about your life experiences. Some of them were quite embarrassing or personal, but she handled each one with sensitivity and understanding. In return, you felt a growing respect for her as both an educator and a person. By the end of the conversation, which lasted close to half an hour, you felt like you had known her for much longer than just a few minutes. Her last question is am I a virgin

"Ah, that's too bad." The principal said with a hint of disappointment in her voice, "Being a virgin at this school might not be the best idea. You see..." she paused for effect, "We believe that sex education should involve more than just theory here. Our students learn by doing, and I don't want you to feel left out or fall behind. Don't worry though," she added quickly, "it's completely up to you. If you're not comfortable with it, there's no pressure at all."

She smiled warmly and reached over to pat your hand reassuringly. "Why don't we talk about this some more later? Maybe after class, we can have a little...tutoring session?" Her eyebrow raised suggestively. The offer was tantalizing; the idea of learning from her, someone who seemed both knowledgeable and experienced in these matters, was quite alluring. But you had to think about whether or not it was really something you wanted to do.

"Alright then," she said brightly, "why don't you get back to class now? I just want you to know that whatever decision you make, I'll be here to support and guide you." With a final pat on the shoulder, she sent you on your way with a smile. As you walked back out into the chaos of the classroom, you couldn't help but feel slightly confused and torn between curiosity and unease about what lay ahead for you at this school. But one thing was certain; you had made a connection with the principal that went beyond just teacher-student rapport. It was an interesting development, to say the least.

The principal looked up when you knocked on her door, a small smile playing across her lips. "Ah, hello there! Come in," she said warmly, gesturing for you to enter her office. It was now empty of students and the desk was neatly organized once more. She sat down comfortably behind it as you took a seat across from her.

"So," she began, her voice soft and inviting, "you've had some time to think about our little offer for...tutoring sessions?" Her eyebrow quirked expectantly. There was an almost sensual quality to the way she spoke, making it hard not to be drawn in by her words.

"Ah, now there's no need to worry about money," she reassured you with a kind smile. "This is all part of your education here at Sex School. You see, we believe that knowledge should be free and accessible to everyone." Her words seemed to carry an almost sexual undertone as well, hinting at the intimate nature of what was to come.

"Besides," she continued, leaning forward slightly and lowering her voice, "it would only be fair for me to give you some extra credit, wouldn't you say?" The teasing smile on her lips made it clear that she was enjoying this exchange as much as you were.

The principal smiled warmly at your answer. "Good boy," she said encouragingly before reaching across the desk and taking hold of your hand in hers. Her grip was firm but gentle; there was an undeniable connection between you now. "So," she purred, leaning even closer, her voice barely above a whisper, "are you ready to begin?"

Before you had a chance to respond, she leaned forward even further and planted a soft, lingering kiss on your lips. The touch sent shivers down your spine; her lips were warm and inviting, and there was something about the way she kissed that made it feel almost addictive. When she finally pulled away, she smiled reassuringly at you once more. "Don't worry," she said with a wink, "it gets much better from here."

As if to prove her point, she reached under her desk and produced a thick, clearly well-used dildo, its veiny surface glistening in the dim office light. Her hands moved quickly and expertly as she began manipulating it between your legs; you could feel her fingers probing deeply inside of you, teasing and stretching your tight entrance. The sensation was overwhelming but incredibly arousing at the same time.

"Now," she whispered huskily, "why don'

As your body began to adjust to the intrusion, you found yourself growing more and more aroused by her attentions. Her hands were steady and experienced, knowing just how to touch you in all the right places. You moaned softly as she thrust the dildo deeper inside of you, filling you up completely. The sensation was unlike anything you'd ever felt before; it was almost as if she were a part of you, moving in perfect sync with your desires.

The principal took note of your reaction and smiled wickedly. "That's it," she murmured, her breath hot against your ear. "Just let go and enjoy yourself." And with that, she began to move the dildo in and out of you at a steady pace, her hips grinding against yours as she took you closer and closer to orgasm.

As the sensations built up inside of you, your entire body tensed and arched towards her, every muscle straining for release. Finally, with a loud moan that echoed through the quiet office, you came undone; wave after wave of pleasure washed over you as you climaxed in her skilled hands.

Panting heavily, your head still spinning from the orgasm, you looked up at the principal. She was grinning proudly down at you, a satisfied glint in her eye.

All right there, partner?" Her hands continued their relentless work between your legs as she smiled down at you with an air of triumph and satisfaction. It was clear that despite her dominant role in this encounter, she was enjoying herself immensely. "Now," she said, lowering her voice further still, "let's talk about some basic techniques..." And with that, she began to guide your hands as they wrapped around the length of the dildo, showing you how to stroke and move in time with her own motions.

As your fingers found a rhythm, you could feel yourself growing closer to orgasm; the pleasure coursing through your body was intense and unyielding. Your hips began to buck against her hand in time with your thrusts, moans of release escaping from your throat as you neared the edge. It was clear that she knew exactly what she was doing; she kept up a constant stream of encouragement and instruction, guiding both your hands and your body towards the ultimate climax.

Finally, with a cry of ecstasy, your orgasm crashed over you in waves. Your whole body tensed and shuddered as you came, the sensation so intense it left you momentarily dazed and breathless. When at last you regained some semblance of composure, the principal reached down to stroke

The principal's offer hung in the air like a challenge, daring you to step up to the plate and truly embrace your newfound sexuality. With a smirk on her lips and a sly glint in her eye, she slowly pulled her thick cock out from her pants, revealing it in all its glory. It was rock-hard and glistening with anticipation, the tip already leaking precum onto her hand. Her muscles tensed as she took several deep breaths, preparing herself for what was to come.

"Are you ready?" she purred, taking a step closer to you. You could feel your heart race in your chest; the anticipation of being with her like this, feeling her cock inside you...it was intoxicating. There was no going back now. The only question was whether or not you were brave enough to accept her invitation.

She reached out and gently grasped your hair, pulling your head back as she guided your lips towards hers. Her tongue darted out, seeking entry into your mouth, and when it found its target, she began to explore every inch of your mouth with expertise. Her free hand wrapped around the base of her cock, steadying herself as she positioned the thick head at the entrance of your ass.

With a grunt of effort, she pushed forward, thrusting

As the tip of her cock pressed against your tight entrance, she paused for a moment, taking in the sight of you beneath her. The expression on your face was a mixture of fear and desire; you were trembling with anticipation and fear, but there was an undeniable lust in your eyes that spoke volumes about what you really wanted. With a satisfied smile, she leaned forward and whispered into your ear: "Relax, baby...let me help you feel good."

Her hips shifted subtly, grinding against yours as she began to push her cock inside of you. The initial penetration was painful, but as more and more of her thick length slid past your sphincter, the pain turned into pleasure. You gasped and arched your back, throwing your head back as a shudder of ecstasy ran through you.

With practiced ease, she continued to thrust her hips, slowly but surely driving her cock deeper inside of you. Each stroke was measured and deliberate, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body. She hooked one leg around yours, drawing you even closer as their bodies moved together in perfect synchrony.

Her free hand roamed freely across your chest and stomach, pinching and tweaking your nipples while her fingers dipped lower to tease at your already so