Back to School

Alim walked into his classroom the first day of classes, and
promptly turned around. Everyone was a girl! He began to
think that he was in the wrong place, so he left the room - or
tried to at least. The teacher called after him, "Can I help you?"
Alim shrugged as everyone in the room looked right at
him. "I'm looking for room 306," he said.
The teacher, a pretty TA, waved him in. "Come in," she
said. "This is it."
Alim walked in, and shuddered as all of those eyes
watched his every movement. As he walked up the stairs, he
made eye contact with a few of the girls who stared at him.
About halfway up, he noticed one girl who had the eraser of her
pencil in her mouth. Her eyes never strayed from his, as she
snaked her tongue around the red eraser, her saliva causing it
to shine in the flourescent light. Alim gulped, and continued
onward to the back. As he passed her row, he heared her giggle
with her friends behind his back.
Alim decided he didn't want to be conspicuous, so he
moved in the very last row. There were two girls there, and
they offered the seat between them to him. He accepted, and
sat down between them. The one on the right introduced
herself as Ara, and the one on the left told him that she was
Anjum. Soon, Alim found out that they were best friends, and did
EVERYTHING together. He wasn't quite sure what they meant by
that; whether or not they were teasing, or proposing, he couldn't
tell.
Then, Ara dropped her pencil. It rolled between Alim's
legs, and he started to bend over to get it, when she stopped
him. "Oh, no. That's ok. I'll get it." She placed her left hand on
Alim's thigh, and reached over to get the pencil with her free
hand. Her breasts brushed against his knee, and she squeezed
his thigh. Alim knew his imagination was taking over, and he
knew that his underwear seemed awfully tight.
Ara sat up, and smiled at Alim. Then, without saying
anything else, she went back to taking notes, as if nothing had
happened. Alim started retaking notes, and trying as hard as he
could to concentrate on what the TA was saying. Just then, he
saw a pencil fly over his leg again, this time from the left.
Anjum smiled sheepishly and said that she would get it. She
placed her hand even higher up on Alim's leg, and bent over to
get her pencil. This time, she mleaned on his leg, and one
breast fell on either side of his knee. As she sat up, her hand
'slipped,' and stroked his hard prick through the fabric.
Poor Alim. His was both relieved and frustrated as she
touched him so briefly. He honestly thought he was going to
split his jeans. That's when Ara leaned over to him. "Did
she touch you?"
Alim looked at her, but before he could say anything,
Anjum retorted, "Yes. I put my hand on his leg to get my
pencil."
"I don't know. I thought you put your hand here." With
that, she reached down between his legs, and placed her palm
on his fly, and applied a little pressure. Alim began to grow very
uncomfortable, and tried not to fidget in his chair.
"Right here?" Anjum moved Ara's hand and replaced
it with her own. This time, however, she began to stroke him
through the denim fabric.
"Yeah. Right there." Then it was Ara's hand again,
rubbing him up and down through the jeans. "However," she
said. "I think you should do it right, if you are going to do it at
all."
"What do you mean?" asked Anjum.
"Watch and learn," Ara said. She deftly unzipped
Alim's fly, and released his swolen member from his underwear.
Her hand swiftly yet gently stroked him up and down. Alim, for
his part, could not believe what was going on. However, he
wasn't about to stop either one of them now. He was too horny.
Anjum appeared to watch with keen interest. "Oh, I see
now. You mean I have to perfect my up and down motion, like
this." She took Alim's hand, and placed it on her own slit, after
lifting up her miniskirt, and moving his hand up and down.
Ara smiled widely. "Exactly!" she whispered. She
then took his other hand, and did the same. Alim got the idea,
and slipped his hands underneath their panties, and fingered
their slits. Anjum reached between his thighs, and began to
stroke his balls. Ara's hand was still stroking him, as the TA
droned on in the front of the class.
Anjum and Ara's hands switched places, so that
Ara was now kneading his balls and Anjum was pumping
him with her hand. Alim's eyes began to roll back into his head,
and his breathing grew heavy. Ara leaned over to whisper
to Anjum.
"Do you want it? 'Cause if you don't I do."
Anjum looked back at her best friend. "No, I like this
just the way it is. You can have him." Ara smiled, and
mouthed the words 'Thank you' to Anjum. Anjum smiled back,
and leaned her head back against the wall. Alim's fingers were
mesmerizing her, and she was on the brink of coming. It was
all she could do to prevent herself from screaming out loud.
Ara never moved back to her seat. Instead, she
lowered her head, and took his member into her mouth. Her
warm, moist mouth took Alim by surprise, and he opened his
mouth quickly, the shut it just as quickly, so as not to alert
anyone. He could feel the rushing sensation from his balls, and
looked down to see exactly what was going on. He saw Anjum's
hand pumping him into Ara's mouth, with Ara
carressing his balls. The sight was to much for him. He began
to squirt his load into Ara's mouth. Ara's sucking grew
insistent, as did her carressing. Anjum also sensed his coming,
and began to pump him faster, forcing the come into her best
friend's mouth.
When Alim was completely dry, Ara sat up, and a small
amount of come ran from her lip. Anjum leaned over, and
wiped it with her finger, and then promptly put it in her mouth.
Alim wanted to return the favor, and he began working on the
two girls. Anjum was a lot farther along than Ara, and
came quickly. Alim could feel her pussy muscles contract about
his fingers, almost trying to draw them further and further into
her. As she finished, she let out a small whimper.
Ara came soon after, her hands grasping the armrests
of the chair in order to keep under control. Her knuckles
turned bleach white as the full force of her orgasm hit her, and
then she collapsed in her chair as it subsided. Her chest heaved
from the effort to keep quiet, or from the orgasm itself. It was
hard to tell. Just then, the bell rang. Quickly, all three adjusted
their clothing, and Anjum and Ara invited Alim back to their
room for a study session.