Without further prompting, you push her gently against the wall and begin to explore her body with your lips and hands. Your fingers find their way beneath her shirt, tracing circles around her nipples until they harden into peaks. She arches her back, moaning loudly as the pleasure overwhelms her senses.

Meanwhile, you unsnap her bra and slide it off, revealing her perfect breasts to your greedy gaze.

As you take a moment to admire her naked chest, Amy reaches down between your legs, slipping a finger inside of you. You cry out at the sensation, arching your back and pressing yourself harder against her hand.

"Oh fuck," she whispers, feeling how wet and ready you are for her touch. She continues to fondle you through your pants, growing bolder with each stroke as your moans fill the small closet.

Kayla slips her hands under your shirt, teasing your nipples with soft touches as she kisses you deeper. She moans into your mouth when Liz lets out a needy whimper around your cock, only encouraging them both to go further. "Oh fuck, I love how much you like this," Kayla whispers breathily, her voice thick with desire.

"Oh God, we love you too," the girls moan in unison, their words muffled by your skin and each other's lips. Liz relaxes her grip on your cock long enough to glance up at you with heavy-lidded eyes, a grin spreading across her face as she watches the pleasure ripple through your body.

The boy grumbles under his breath but reluctantly moves to find another partner, scanning the room for someone else who looks interested in playing. The girl on the desk watches him go with a mix of relief and disappointment before turning her attention back to you.

The girl nods eagerly, her eyes widening in anticipation as she feels your warm breath on her folds. She parts her legs further, inviting you in. With practiced fingers, you begin to stroke her wetness, circling her clit expertly until she gasps and arches her back off the desk.

Her hips buck upward, seeking more contact as you continue to pleasure her.

"Going somewhere, slut?" the bully asks mockingly. "Or are you just trying to run away again?" The others laugh at your expense as their leader steps closer still, trapping you against the wall with his body heat. You can feel his erection pressing against your back, and you whimper in fear.

"Maybe we should teach you a lesson about running off like that," he whispers dangerously into your ear before shoving you roughly to the ground.

The bullies cluster around you, their rough hands groping at your body. You try to curl into a ball, trying to protect yourself as they tear at your clothes and touch you in places that make you want to cry out. But with each passing moment, the pain and humiliation become more unbearable.

"Maybe next time," one of them says with a cruel smile, "you'll think twice about messing with us." They laugh as they finish what they've started, leaving you bruised and battered on the ground.

"I think he does too," Ms. Lusty says, glancing over at you as she continues to finger-fuck Kristiane. "Why don't you have a taste?" She leans forward and brushes her lips against the blonde girl's ear before pulling back with a wink.

You reach out, wrapping your hand around your hard cock as Ms. Lusty moves aside to give you better access.

You slap Kristiane's ass cheek, making her yelp in surprise and arousal. With your other hand, you guide your cock toward her wet entrance, pressing the head against her folds. Ms. Lusty watches eagerly from above, a look of desire and anticipation etched into her features.

Slowly, you push inside, feeling the tightness of Kristiane's pussy as your cock slides easily past the resistance.

Holly gasps as your touch sends shockwaves through her body. She arches into you harder, her nipple hardening under your hand and her breath coming in short, ragged pants. "Please..." she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of blood rushing to her head.

Your touch is driving Holly wild with desire. You can feel her body tensing as she nears the edge of ecstasy. She moans loudly, almost daring anyone to try and stop you. Her hand fumbles under her desk, seeking contact with your crotch, hoping for some relief from this unbearable pleasure.