As you enter the gymnasium, you notice that all of your male classmates have mysteriously vanished. The only people left are the girls, sitting on the bleachers and watching you with interest. "Where did they all go?" You ask Coach Wilson, who's standing nearby.

She glances around nonchalantly before shrugging. "Dunno...some sort of lockdown or something. But it seems like you won't be needing the wrestling team today," she says with a smirk. "

"Oh, don't be such a prude," Coach Wilson says, stripping off her clothes casually. "It's just part of our little gym class today." She grins and begins to stretch, showing off her naked body for you. The other girls giggle as they do the same, revealing their own nudity.

"Now then," Coach Wilson says with a mischievous glint in her eye, "why don't we have a little game?

"I know this place downtown with good grub, let's roll! But if dis is some kinda trick, you're dead meat!"

The group follows you out of the school grounds and into town, their leader keeping an eye on your every move as they walk. You lead them to a small food truck parked by the side of the street, serving up tacos and burritos with a variety of meats and toppings. The smell is enough to make anyone's mouth water, even the most hardened gang members can't resist.

"Hey Pedro! We need one of everything for da table!"

You feel a blush creeping up your cheeks as you tell this story to your black girlfriends. They all look at each other and giggle, sharing knowing glances before turning their attention back to you. Desiree pats you on the shoulder reassuringly, saying "Don't worry about it, Uelba. It happens to the best of us." The others nod in agreement, continuing to laugh but also expressing support for you.

"Of course!" they chorus in unison, their eyes gleaming with mischief. Desiree stands up, her hands on her hips as she looks down at your crotch. She gives a small tug at the waistband of your pants before hooking her fingers into the elastic band and pulling them down over your hips, revealing your boxer briefs-clad manhood to the group. The others ooh and ahh as they get their first good look at your package.

The girls giggle nervously as they gather around you, eyeing your massive member with a mixture of awe and fear. As one takes the lead, lowering her head to begin servicing you, the others look on, waiting for their turn. The sound of slurping and moaning fills the classroom, drowning out any other noise as they eagerly earn their fix. Despite your initial disgust, it seems this arrangement will keep them loyal...for now.

As one girl continues to service you, the others look on with envy and admiration, their cheeks flushed and breath coming in ragged gasps. The sounds of pleasure and desire fill the air as they encourage her on, lost in the moment and oblivious to anything else around them. It's clear that this girl has found a new addiction, one that she is willing to do anything for...and it seems like you hold all the cards.