Finishing School (F/F, Hyper, Multi. School Girls)

Story by mute007

This is kind of a role-reversal from several of my other stories which tend to take place from the point of view of the student, rather than a teacher as such, though it starts in much the same way. Like all my other stories it contains lots of extra additions and weirdness - though so far this one is almost tame by my standards - nope it got pretty weird as usual.

Hope you enjoy it.

Finishing School

Chapter 1

God I feel like my hips are going to be split in half, I always forget how big Angie is for a 16 year old and how much I just love getting fucked. We end up in this position at least once a week, Ange bending me over my desk, hammering away and every time it comes as a surprise. Even with some truly absurd leg extensions that put me at 6'4" in bare feet, the teenager towers over me at over 7. It's funny I call her a teenager, I'm barely nineteen yet I've done an awful lot of growing in this past year and I'm not the only one. Ange's three shafts, each nearly as thick as a beercan are buried inside me, her monstrous scrotum slapping against mine with each thrust. Yes Ange has three dicks, I have three of my own as it happens. Yes we're both technically still females, though it's an odd definition, especially in the case of my fucked up anatomy.

Sorry to put it so crudely but there's really no other way to describe my body which has been solely designed for the purpose of sex. Am I some kind of twisted experiment? Some unlucky freak of nature? No everything I have is mine because I wanted it that way. Ever since I went through puberty I've been obsessed with sex. I'm not ashamed or secretive about it and never have been. I had all the usual improvements as a young teen that are pretty much standard for girls like me in this day and age. Clumsy plastic surgery is a think of the past, genetic engineering and nano-technology can give anyone the body of a supermodel if they have enough cash.

Of course it didn't hurt that my Mother actually was a supermodel or that my Father was one of the first ten Trillionaires in the history of the planet. At least they were anyway. It was ironic that one of the few times they spent together turned out to be their last. They both died in an orbital shuttle accident that was supposed to be so unlikely an occurence that everyone suspected foul play without ever finding any proof. That left me the richest person under 20 that has ever lived and I wasted no time in indulging my taste for the extreme.

I quickly booked in for a range of procedures that made me more porn starlet than highschool sweetheart. I used to enjoy the shocked looks on the doctors and nurses faces when they realised what I was asking for. Nearly a dozen turned me down even after I essentially laid out a blank cheque but eventually I managed to find one with no morals whatsoever who even shared some of my obsession. Dr. Eva Gotlieb had nearly been thrown out of the medical profession three times for unethical experimental treatment. In me she found the perfect patron, she'd do anything I asked and I responded by making her disgustingly, filthly rich.

I was still a high school student and my increasingly erotic appearance did not sit well with the extremely conservative staff at Winthrop Acadamy - the most expensive girl's school in the country. At first they were sorry for me, thinking my ballooning breasts and glamazon figure were a cry for help from a poor girl grieving for her lost family. In reality I had barely known my parents. I saw them at most twice a year and they gave every sign of not having the slightest interest in me whatsover so I repaid them in kind.

The teachers were less sympathetic with my attitude towards the other students. Part of my obsession was my love of the female form and I sought the attention of the other girls relentlessly. It was easy really, I had almost no boundaries and limitless resources and I soon gained a reputation as a lesbian slut - though it was one more held in awe than disgust. I'd had my tongue lengthened so that it reached almost eight inches fully extended - a mere three hour procedure and a week long recovery keeping speech to a minimum. With it I discovered how much I enjoyed penetration - exploring the inner depths of someone else's body and soon I wanted more.

I disappeared for a month and with the help of my pet surgeon I returned with a brand new 15 inch cock and balls and an aching desire to use them. It had been an intense procedure, adapted from the usual gender reassignment surgery to add rather than replace but it had been a complete success. Sadly my hopes of fucking my way through my senior year were dealt a blow when I was caught the very first time, up to the hilt in a cute blonde named Jessie who had been at the head of a fairly long line of girls desparate to be the first to ride my new addition once the word got

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