The final day. The grand mixer. I had the entire hall prepared, the air thick with the scent of anticipation and sweat. I stood at the head of the room, dressed in nothing but a sheer lace robe that left nothing to the imagination.
“Welcome to graduation,” I announced, my voice booming. “You’ve learned the basics. Now, we put it all together. No rules. No limits. Just raw, filthy sex.”
I didn’t even have to tell them twice. The boys and girls collided in a violent surge of hormones. It was a sea of naked flesh, a cacophony of grunts, screams, and the wet slapping of skin on skin.
I walked through the orgy, a goddess of filth. I saw a boy buried deep in a girl’s ass, his face contorted in effort. I slapped his back hard. “Deeper, you lazy shit! Fuck her until she can’t walk!”
I moved to a group of three, a girl being double-penetrated while another sucked her breasts. I knelt beside them, sliding my own fingers into the girl’s mouth. “Taste it,” I commanded. “Taste the cum of your classmates. Swallow every drop.”




















