Mother's embrace was warm and comforting as you returned home. She smiled at you lovingly, her eyes filled with pride despite the troublesome events that had transpired at school. "I heard what happened," she said gently. "You handled it well, but remember that respect goes both ways." Her words hung in the air like a warning, yet also offered a measure of understanding and acceptance.

Mother's expression turns icy, her voice cold as she responds. "No, dear, the school is not yours to command or own. We're trying to educate your peers, not create a personal playground for you."

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"Yes,"

Ms. Cheryl says, "some people do experience changes in their sexuality over time. This could be due to personal growth, new experiences, or simply realizing that your feelings were mislabeled before."

She goes on to explain that it's normal for individuals to explore different aspects of their sexuality and that self-discovery is an important part of growing up. The class seems to take this information in stride, with many nodding along thoughtfully.

"Any questions so far?"

Ms. Cheryl asks, glancing around the room. One of the girls at the front raises her hand tentatively.

"Um... what about asexuality?" she asks. Several other students murmur their agreement, seeming interested in the topic as well. Ms. Cheryl smiles reassuringly and begins to explain the concept of asexuality, using the scale analogy again to illustrate that some people exist between the heterosexual and homosexual extremes.

"Ooh, look at all those eager hands," Ms. Johnson purrs appreciatively as she directs class. "Let's ensure we cover every inch - face, breasts, ass, cock, balls...and deepthroating, if possible! Take turns showing off techniques."

She grins as you all enthusiastically dive in, her pupils dilated with excitement watching the display. Can't wait to hear about your newfound skills!

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Ohhh...I'm sooo horny just watching you guys go at it! I bet someone wants to try my mouth, huh? >:)))

"Of course!" Lily says with a reassuring smile. "Come on, I know just the place." She takes your new friend by the arm and leads him away from you, promising that they'll have fun and make sure he feels better soon. As she walks off, she turns back to look at you one more time before disappearing around a corner with her charge.

You did it! You saved that boy from being punished and made sure he found someone who could make him feel better. As you leave the school grounds, you can't help but wonder what would have happened if you hadn't stepped in. But at least now you know that there are some good people here too, even if they might be a little... different from what you're used to.

The teacher begins to demonstrate the proper way to put on a condom, and you can't help but notice that your classmate's touch has made you even more aroused. You might need some practice with this... After class is over, why not find a secluded spot to try it out? Just remember, there are always older students and prefects nearby who might appreciate the opportunity to show you how it's done.

As the class ends and students begin to file out, your teacher hands you a packet with information on safe sex practices. "Remember what we discussed today," he says with a knowing smile. "And don't forget that consent is not required here." With that, he turns his attention back to the next class.

The three of you slip into a rhythm, lost in the erotic dance of pleasure. The air inside the glory hole grows thick with moans and gasps as each of you reaches new heights of ecstasy. As the tension builds within you, it becomes harder to focus on anything but the sensations overwhelming your body.

With a shout that echoes through the empty classroom next door, you come, spurting your hot cum onto the prefect's waiting hands as she milks you for every drop.

As the last tremors subside and your cock begins to soften in their grasp, the three of you emerge from the glory hole, laughing and flushed with pleasure. The second year girl smiles shyly at you before returning to her classroom, while the prefect gives you a knowing wink as she straightens her skirt. "Not bad for a first-year," she says teasingly before walking away herself.