Fun in the Gunnerkrigg Court

Jones led three children down a long corridor, separate from the school building. The children, red-headed Antimony Carver, raven-haired Andrew Smith, and brunette George Parley followed Jones as they walked through the hallway, their reflections visible against the glossy floor. Parley and Andrew walked with their elbows linked together, the two trying to stay in step. All three students glanced around, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings as they walked.

"Oy, ma'am," called Parley to the leader of their group. "Where's this week's training taking us?"
"Your training for this week will be different from your earlier sessions," replied Jones without breaking her stride. "Previously, the Court has trained your individual abilities. Today, you will be doing exercises in unit cohesiveness."
"So, team work and trust building exercises then, Miss Jones?" asked Andrew.
"Mm," was Jones' only reply. Another few minutes of walking passed by in silence, and the group reached their destination: a small, nondescript white door. Jones produced a key from her breast pocket and unlocked the door, and then opened it. Jones ushered the students into the room and shut the door behind her. The three teens looked around. This room was quite a change from their usual training setups. Instead of hardwood floors, it had soft, plush white carpeting. There was also furniture; a few chairs, a sofa, and strangely enough, a bed, set against the far corner of the room. Parley wasted no time in dragging Andrew over to the sofa, forcing them both into an ungraceful 'PLOP' onto the cushions.

"Ooh, nice and soft, eh Smitty?" asked Parley as she sidled up next to Andrew on the sofa and wrapped an arm around him. "And I'm not just talking about me!" she joked. Annie watched them for a moment, a little uncomfortably, before sitting down on a nearby chair and folding her hands in her lap. Jones, meanwhile, locked the door. She repocketed her key and rejoined the youngsters.

"The first thing we'll be doing today is the physical examination," Jones said, in her monotone fashion. "Please disrobe." The three students stared at her blankly.
"W~what?" asked Parley, now sitting upright on the couch.
"You each must undress before I can examine you. The physical examination consists of body measurements, and you must be unclothed for an accurate reading," replied Jones, in her effortlessy nonchalant way. The three students looked at her in wild disbelief.
"That's crazy! Do we at least get some, you know, privacy?!" asked Parley as she looked first at Andrew, and then at Antimony. Jones shook her head.
"No. This is the first part of your unit cohesiveness exercises for the day. Being unclad with your teammates will promote better knowledge of you and your teammates' bodies, allowing you to judge each other's physical capabilities better, as well as providing a greater sense of intimacy in the group, which will increase your feelings of comradery," stated Jones.
"Umm, Miss Jones," spoke up a very pink-faced Antimony. "Assuming we all -did- become.... more knowledgeable about each other, would it not be likely to... distract us, in the future? Knowing what each other look like, I mean," finished Antimony, far more awkwardly than she'd intended.

"At first, yes. Over time, you'll be more comfortable with each other and seeing each other nude will feel ordinary, possibly even relaxing." said Jones.
"Over time?" asked Andrew. "You mean... we'll be doing this again?"
"Yes," replied Jones. "It is nothing for you to be exasperated about. You two," said Jones while indicating to Andrew and Parley, "have already seen each other naked, correct?" Parley turned a deeper shade of pink and Andrew smiled sheepishly.
"Well, sure, but that was just an accid-" said Andrew before being cut off as Parley pulled him into a headlock.
"Shut it! They don't need to know about that, okay?!" said Parley, with more exasperation in her voice. She smiled innocently at Jones.
"Miss Carver, you share a changing room with Miss Parley during our other training sessions, so you two have also seen each other undressed, correct?" asked Jones as she looked from Parley to Antimony.
"That is... correct," replied Antimony, slightly puzzled.
"Then Miss Parley," said Jones while directing her attention to the tall brunette. "As everyone has already seen you naked, I suggest you disrobe first."
"T~that's not fair!" asserted Parley.
"If you require a few moments to calm yourself first, then you may," replied Jones. Parley stared exasperatedly at Smitty, and then at Antimony. When neither of them spoke up, Parley's shoulders drooped in resignation.
"Fine! It's.... it's no big deal, right? It'll make us a better team...." mumbled Parley.

She closed her eyes and began breathing deeply, first in through the nose, then out through the mouth. She continued this favorite yoga practice of hers for a few moments, feeling the beating heart in her chest slowly come under control. Once she felt like she had regained as much composure as she could, Parley stood up off the couch and untied her ponytail, and then slowly began undoing her uniform. She pulled off her vest first, then kicked off both her shoes. "Hold this," she said while tossing her vest at Andrew's face. She grinned when it hit him. She went back to undressing, reaching underneath her skirt and pulling down her full-length Court leggings. She dropped onto her butt for a moment and finished peeling the leggings down her calves and then off her feet, leaving her legs exposed. She stood back up and began unbuttoning her white jumper. "I wonder if I should be doing a sexy dance while I pull this off," she joked quietly, trying to break some of the tension as the others watched her strip. To nobody's surprise, she did begin a sort of 'sexy dance', wiggling her hips a bit as unbuttoned her jumper and slid it off too, exposing a pretty plain, white bra. She tossed the jumper onto Andrew's head and grinned to herself again, before hesitating. She slowly reached around her back for her bra clasp. She seized either end of the clasp and pushed them together, unhooking the bra. She wormed her arms out of the straps, but held the cups onto her breasts with her hands. She could feel her heart beating out a rapid bassline. She took another "composure breath" and slowly dropped the bra down completely, exposing her pale-white, pert breasts. "Pretty nice, aren't they? Huh, huh?" said Parley while staring at Andrew and Antimony for approval. They both politely nodded, and Parley sighed. She quickly flipped her bra at Andrew's face and rested her hands on her hips. She found the side zipper to her skirt and unzipped it, then slid the skirt down her legs.

"...Purple?" Antimony blurted out candidly.

"Shut up!" yelped Parley. "I didn't think I'd need matching underwear when I got dressed today, you know! And......" She paused. "I guess I don't, do I?" said Parley, biting her bottom lip. She placed her hands back on her hips and ran her fingers over the waistband of her panties. She hooked her thumbs into it, closed her eyes, and yanked down her undies as fast as she could. She looped it under her feet and stood back up, holding her panties in her hand. She was now completely naked. She glanced over at her two team-mates. Antimony's face had turned slightly pink, and she seemed to be staring down at Parley's feet. Parley looked over at Andrew, and saw that his eyes were glued to the spot between her legs. What a dork. But oddly enough, for some reason she felt a little calmer now that she was bare. Well, more calm than she was five minutes beforehand. "Hey Annie, think fast!" said Parley, a little bit of her personality returning. Annie looked up just as a pair of purple panties caught her square in the face. She slammed back in her chair and threw her hands up in surprise, looking all the world like she was being attacked by a soft cotton facehugger.

"AH~!" yelped a panicked Annie as she finally grabbed the panties off her face and flung them into the air in a wide arc, where they were deftly caught by an unamused Jones.
"Mr. Smith," said Jones as she walked over to Andrew and handed the panties to him, "please fold Miss Parley's clothing so we may continue." Andrew held the panties tightly for a second before adding them to the pile of clothing Parley had thrown onto him. He gathered the pile in his hands and dropped them over the side of the couch, each item of clothing folding itself before landing on the floor. "Very good," praised Jones, who then fished a soft tape measurer and a small notepad with pencil out of her pocket. She handed the notepad to Antimony. "Body part, then measurement," she directed. Antimony nodded and began writing on the notepad. Jones turned back to Parley. "Miss Parley, hold this at your head's height," she instructed as she held one end of the measuring tape to Parley.
"Yeah, just a moment, ma'am," replied Parley. She had her hands behind her head and was redoing her ponytail. Her upward stretched arms pulled at her pectoral muscles, lifting her breasts up, and causing a noticable reaction from Andrew. Ponytail redone, Parley took hold of her end of the measuring tape and held it level with the top of her head. Jones held her own end and stretched it down to Parley's feet.

"One hundred, seventy-three centimeters. Above average height," remarked Jones. She tugged on the tape and Parley dropped her end. Jones adjust her tape and measured Parley's feet. "Twenty four centimeters."
"Umm, do you really have to call out all my measurements?" inquired a slightly self-concious Parley.
"Get over it. You will hear the others' measurements as well, soon enough," replied Jones calmly. She continued measuring Parley, calling out leg, waist, hip, bust, and arm sizes. After what (to Parley) felt like an excruciating amount of time having her body parts analyzed and scrutinized by Jones, she was finished.

"You're done," said Jones, wrapping up her measuring tape. "Andrew, you're next."
"U~uh," stammered Smitty. He glanced between Parley, Jones, and Antimony. "Now's not a good time, y'know?"
"Andrew, please disrobe," instructed Jones. Andrew started fidgeting.
"Uhh, hold on a minute," said Andrew, looking at Antimony. "Seeing another girl naked is one thing, but wouldn't it be.... traumatic or something for Carver to see a naked guy!?" Annie looked back at Smitty with an expression of contempt.
"Andrew, I spent most of my life in a hospital. Naked males aren't exactly new to me," said Antimony, rather cooly. "Go on, you won't be 'warping my fragile little mind' or anything."
"But still!" was all that Andrew could offer as his argument.
"Parley," said Jones, her patience dwindling. "Please strip Andrew so that we may move on." Parley looked at Jones and blinked. She turned her head and looked at Smitty, still fidgeting on the couch. She looked back at Jones. She oh-so-slowly turned her head back to Andrew. She smiled at him, her mouth transfixing a broad, demonic grin, her eyes lighting up with excitement.

"C'MERE, SMITTY!" she growled as she leapt onto Andrew. Andrew yelped in distress as Parley landed on him, and yelped again when her momentum caused the couch to to tip over backwards, tumbling the two end over end onto the carpet.
"OW, Parley, what are you doing?!" demanded Andrew rubbing the back of his head where it had hit the floor.
"Oh, Smits. You're...." said Parley softly.
"Huh?" inquired Smitty. He winced back the pain in his skull and opened his eyes. They immediately opened wider. A naked Parley was lying beneath him. Somehow in the tumble, he had ended up not only on top of her, but with his hips between her legs. He looked at Parley's eyes, and saw that she was looking downward. He followed her gaze, staring down past Parley's pale, slender neck, her pert, slowly heaving breasts, her flat tummy, and her mound (oddly, he hadn't noticed it before but it seemed that Parley had shaven her pubes into a little lightning bolt.) And below that, he saw what Parley was looking at: his own bulge, straining inside his pants and pressed up against Parley's pussy. Parley and Andrew shared a moment in which they both were enraptured by the others' warmth. Parley quickly snapped out of it.

"HYAH!" she shouted as she lifted her legs up and wrapped them around Smitty's hips and pulled him in closer, causing a small gasp to escape her lips as she felt Smitty's cock press harder against her, but she soon refocused. "No escape now!" she exclaimed as she grabbed ahold of Andrew's shirt. She tucked a finger into the top of his tie and pulled, taking the knot out, then slid the loose tie out of his collar and tossed it to the wayside. She grasped the front of his shirt and ripped it open, much like a Victorian bodice, as buttons were sent scrambling across the carpet.
"H~hey! Cut that out!" shouted Andrew. He tried knocking Parley's hands away, but between being distracted by her naked body, and having to support himself with at least one arm since he was the one on top, he was pretty much defenseless. With Andrew's shirt ripped open, Parley quickly moved lower and grabbed his belt buckle and unfastened it, and then grasped the buckle end of the belt and yanked it, sliding the belt out of of Smitty's pants. Holding Smitty's belt, Parley had an excellent idea.

"Hey, Smit!" she called, bringing Andrew's attention back to her face. "Pucker up!" she squealed as she looped the belt around the back of Andrew's neck and pulled him closer. Parley leaned up and kissed him on the lips. Smitty's body went rigid as he felt Parley's soft lips against his own. Parley pulled him in tighter and deepened the kiss, opening her mouth and snaking her tongue between Andrew's lips. Andrew felt Parley's tongue enter his mouth, a warm, electric muscle tickling the inside of his cheeks and pushing at his own tongue. Yet all too soon, this experience was over as Parley pulled back and broke the kiss. Still squeezing Andrew with her legs, she twisted her body and rolled them both over so that Parley was now on top. Andrew, dazed from Parley's powerful kissing, slumped onto his back. Parley smiled, proud of her lipwork. She raised herself onto her knees and scooted back, off of Andrew's crotch. She reached down and unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, then hooked her fingers into his pockets and pulled, deftly sliding his pants down to his ankles. Parley paused. She'd forgotten to take off his shoes. She popped each shoe off, then slid off his (surprisingly clean) black socks. Off came the pants too, Parley carefully slid them down and off his ankles before she scooted forward again, straddling Andrew's thighs. She gazed lovingly at her waiting prize.

"Smit," she cooed. "This is a pretty nice... tent, you've pitched here. Mind if I get a peek inside?" she asked softly as she hooked her fingers into the waistband of Smitty's boxers. She squeezed the soft material between her fingers and palms, and then slowly slid it down, revealing Smitty's cock inch by inch. "Ooh, Smit," said Parley, once she'd dragged Andrew's boxers down completely. Andrew's erect cock stood straight against his stomach. "Why'd you keep something like this a secret, huh?" She ran a finger up it's length. "It's almost.... too nice for words..." sighed Parley as she leaned her face in close, her warm breath tickling Smitty's cock. She slowly opened her mouth, and extended her tongue.
"Ahem."
Parley nearly jumped at the noise.
"Parley, if you are done, Andrew needs to be measured," said Jones dryly. "Andrew," called Jones, snapping her fingers in front of his face. Smitty's eyes refocused and he sat up.
"Hmm?" said Smitty as he rejoined the world of the living and suddenly noticed his state of undress. His eyes grew wide and he quickly attempted to shield his genitalia. "Where are my pants?!"
"Oy Smitty, ease up!" said Parley, trying to calm him. "We already saw your tackle, don't bother hiding it now!" she told him candidly, but then Parley had a bright idea. She slid in behind Andrew and leaned against his back, her head on his shoulder.

"Oh, and Smit..." she said in her best encouraging voice. "Miss Jones said yours was the biggest she's ever seen!" she whispered into his ear.
"What? Really?" replied Andrew, surprised.
"Yeah, now hurry up and get measured! There's..... stuff.... I want to do with you, alright?" Parley informed him, her voice all heavy and full of love.
"....Alright," said Andrew. He pulled his arms out of his sleeves and finally shed his shirt, kicked his boxers out from under his feet, and then stood up, completely naked. He still felt a little self-conscious, but Parley's pep-talk managed to make him a bit more confident about himself.

"Hold this level with your head, Andrew," instructed Jones, giving him one end of the tape measurer. Andrew held it to the top of his head and Jones knelt down, holding her end to his feet.
"One hundred, sixty-eight centimeters," called out Jones. "Antimony?"
"Huh?" responded Annie.
"The measurement for Andrew's height, Antimony. One hundred, sixty-eight centimeters," repeated Jones.
"Oh! Measurements. Right," replied Antimony. She took up her notepad and began scribbling on it. Andrew passed his end of the measuring tape back to Jones and she resumed measuring him. She measured and called out the numbers for his feet, then legs, and then hips. Despite being a bit more sure of himself, Andrew still felt vulnerable having his instructor, an adult woman no less, so close to his cock, which, despite his nervous feelings, was still as erect as ever. His attitude did not improve when Jones suddenly brought the measuring tape to his crotch, pressing it across the length of his member.

"H~hey! What are yo-" yelped Andrew.
"Penis, fifteen point two centimeters," announced Jones.
"Oh?" inquired Parley, her ears perking up. "Fifteen 'see-em', eh Smits? Pre-tty ni-ce," she said enthusiastically, before getting up from her spot on the sofa and strolling over to him. She leaned her head down and observed the numbers on the tape measurer laid across the top of Andrew's cock. "You sure it can't get any bigger, Miss Jones?" asked Parley goadingly. Parley rubbed her palm against the side of Smit's manhood, as if trying to encourage it to grow.
"Ah!" squeaked Andrew at the sensation. "Yah!" he squeaked again as he felt another hand press against his cock, this time on the other side. To his surprise, this new hand belonged to Jones.
"Hmm," mused Jones as she felt Andrew's shaft. She wrapped her fingers around it and squeezed it lightly. "No, no further growth possible at the moment," she concluded, removing her hand.
"Are you sure?" asked Antimony. She set her notepad down and walked over. Andrew and the other two women looked up, and then stared at Antimony. "What?" questioned Antimony.

".....Went ahead and stripped there, eh bab?" said Parley, a little surprised.
"Hmm? Oh, yes, I'm already naked," replied Antimony. It was true, like her fellow mediator trainees Annie was also naked. She stood confidently, as if encouraging the others to notice her slender build, blossoming breasts, and small, wispy patch of light carmine-colored pubic hair. "It seemed more efficient to disrobe while Andrew was being measured, instead of waiting until afterwards," Antimony stated keenly. "Regardless, you were seeing if Andrew's penis could grow any larger. This may work," said Annie. She stood behind Andrew and held her right index and middle fingers up to her face. She extended her tongue and licked them, then, once suitably wet, lowered her hand down to Andrew's buttocks.
"Uh, wait Carver, what are you doing?" asked an apprehensive Andrew.
"I do this sometimes when I masturbate, and it usually makes it more.... satisfying," replied Antimony calmly. She pressed her two wet fingers against Andrew's butthole and began rubbing it in a clockwise motion.
"Gaaah!" squealed Andrew, his body twitching as though a lightning bolt had gone through it. "Ca~Carver, t~that feels weeeiiird...!" he managed to say.
"Geez, Annie, I didn't know you knew stuff like this..." muttered a fairly surprised Parley. "Hey, look!" she exclaimed, acknowledging the measuring tape still stretched across Andrew's dick.
"Hmm," mused Jones as she examined the tape. "Sixteen centimeters. Well done, Antimony." Annie smiled proudly and removed her fingers from Smitty's rosebud. Andrew sighed, and his body relaxed again.
"A little stimulation in the right area can produce some interesting effects," stated Annie wisely before she trotted back to her seat and jotted down the revised number. Jones resumed measuring once more, and finished with no further incident.

"You're done," said Jones, patting Andrew on the back. "Antimony, you're next."
"Yes ma'am," responded Antimony. She left her chair for the last time, carrying the notepad with her. She paused for a moment. "So... who will be writing down my measurements?" she asked, looking from Parley to Andrew. Parley wasted no time.
"Not it!" she exclaimed. Antimony nodded and handed the notepad and pen to Andrew.
"Here you are, thanks Andrew," said Annie gratefully.
"Eh, alright, sure. No problem," replied Andrew, a bit distracted by Annie's naked body. He finally plopped back down onto the sofa (Parley pulled it back upright while Andrew was being measured) with the notepad, ready to write out the last bit. As soon as he sat down, Parley sat down on him.
"O~oy, what are you doing?" asked a surprised Andrew.
"Just hold still!" ordered Parley. She pressed her butt against the length Andrew's dick, grinding up against it until it slid into the narrow ridge between Parley's firm butt cheeks. "There... that's.... much more comfortable," cooed Parley, feeling a strange sense of content from having Andrew's warm member glued against her.
"Andrew," called Jones. "Antimony's height, one hundred, fifty-seven centimeters." Smitty shook himself back to attention, a difficult task considering who it was sitting in his lap. He jotted down the measurement, and all further measurements called out by Jones until she finished Antimony's measurements.

"You're done," said Jones as she wrapped up her measuring tape and placed it into her breast pocket. She patted Antimony on the shoulder and then retrieved the notepad from Andrew. She scanned over it, then, content with the measurements, placed it into her pocket. She pointed Antimony to the empty seat on the sofa, and Annie sat down on it, beside Parley and Andrew, and then Jones began speaking again. "Your measurements are complete. If you've been paying attention, you should know your fellow team member's bodies fairly well. We will now move onto the next exercise in team compatibility: physical intimacy." The three students stared at Jones, once more confused.
"Ma'am, you want us to fall back into each other's arms or something?" asked a wide-eyed Parley.
"No," answered Jones. "Perhaps I was unclear. Your next exercise will involve sexual activities," she stated calmly.
"You..... you want us to 'do it?'" asked Andrew, blushing as he stared ahead at Parley's slender body perched against his own.
"Yes," replied Jones calmly. Parley turned her head and looked at Smitty, behind her. She turned back, looked at Jones, and gave her a dramatic thumbs-up.
"I've got no problem with that!" she said, smiling.
"How fortunate," said Jones. "However, the physical interactions will involve all members of the team."
"You mean...." said Andrew slowly.

"Indeed," replied Jones as she slid off her coat. "You will also be physically intimate with Antimony. And since I assume each of you is currently a virgin..." she said slowly, not bothering to let the kids say anything. "Then I will take the responsibility of teaching you about sex." Jones unbuttoned her low-cut shirt, sliding it down her shoulders and exposing a pale, light gray brassiere holding in a pair of small breasts, and below them, a tight, flat stomach. The three students sat motionless on the couch, mouths agape at their teacher's surprising stripjob. Jones reached behind her back and unfastened her brassiere. She calmly let the straps fall and then peeled off her brassiere completely, revealing her small, perky breasts, tipped with caramel-colored nipples. Jones dropped her bra to the floor and then unzipped the zipper hidden at the side of her hobble skirt, then slowly wiggled her hips until the skirt dropped in a pile at her feet. Wasting no time, Jones hooked her fingers into the waistband of her basic, gray panties and pushed them down her thighs, letting them fall down to her ankles. She stepped out of her clothes pile, completely bare. Antimony, Andrew, and Parley each stared at her, apparently fascinated by what appeared to be a rather ordinary woman's body. A small tuft of golden hair lined Jones' vulva, hidden between her firm, lean thighs.

"Time to begin," announced Jones calmly.
"W~wait ma'am, you're really going to do this?" asked Parley.
"Do not be nervous," replied Jones. "The acts themselves will be pleasant, and I will go slowly enough to make sure each of you is properly educated. Antimony," said Jones, stepping in front of Annie. "You will be first." Annie looked up at Jones with an anxious expression. Jones wasted no time, slinging her legs onto the sofa, straddling over Annie. She held Annie by the shoulders and pressed her body against Antimony's. Jones small breasts pushed against Annie's smaller breasts, and Jones ground her nipples against Annie's, sending little electric shocks of pleasure through both their bodies. While Annie gasped at the sudden attack, Jones quickly pressed her lips against Annie's, drawing her into a deep kiss. Annie's back went rigid as Jones kissed her. She brought up her hands to protest it, but suddenly found she lacked enough focus to object, and she dropped her hands against Jones' hips. Jones let off after another moment, and slowly pulled her face away from Annie's. Annie's eyes were glazed over, and her breath came in deep, heavy pants. Jones watched the cute face for a moment, before turning to Andrew and Parley. They had both watching the scene with rapt attention.

"Andrew, Parley," she called to them as she moved her body around Antimony, no longer straddling her from the front, but now in more of a spoon position, Jones breasts pushing into Antimony's back and her legs enveloping Antimony's own. "Get onto the floor in front of Antimony." The two looked at each other for a moment. Parley pushed her hands against the couch cushion beneath her and pushed herself out of Andrew's lap. Andrew made the same motion, pushing himself off the couch. The two stepped in front of Antimony, and kneeled down as instructed. Jones used her body to scoot Annie forward a few inches, until her pussy rested above the edge of the couch. Jones pulled Annie's legs, spreading them wider and exposing Annie's pussy completely.

"What.... what do you want us to do, ma'am?" asked Andrew, looking up from Annie's vulva to Jones' face hovering over Annie's shoulder. Jones slid an arm down the front of Annie's body, trailing a path to her pussy. With two fingers, Jones spread Annie's lips open, exposing her light pink womanhood completely.

"Lick it," said Jones. Parley looked at Smitty. Smitty looked back at her, their eyes both reflecting a myriad of emotions. Slowly, Parley nodded, and Smitty followed suit. They turned back to Annie's pussy, and both moved their faces toward it. They turned their heads slightly so that they both fit between Annie's spread thighs, and then silently, they both extended their tongues and gave Annie's lips a hesitant, careful, lick. Annie shuddered. Andrew and Parley continued, exploring Annie's pussy with outstretched tongues, flicking them against her inner lips and alternating dips into her warm canal, now wet with copious amounts of Annie's honey and her teammates' saliva. Antimony's breathing came in short breaths as she let out quick gasps and moans as Parley and Andrew licked her pussy with increasing pressure. The two raised their tongues, slowly dragging them up Annie's inner lips to the top of her vulva, until they reached her exposed clitoris. With Parley on the left and Andrew on the right, they poked Annie's clit with the tips of their tongues. Annie shuddered again, a loud groan escaping from her lips as well. As the two softly licked at Annie's clit, they were both surprised to feel a hand on their heads. Annie held onto their heads firmly and pushed them deeper against her pussy. Andrew and Parley's faces were slowly pressed together, their mouths meeting as they gave each other a rough kiss with Annie's clit between them, pushing Annie over the edge. Annie gave a sharp gasp and her lower body spasmed as waves of pleasure coursed through her for several moments, before she finally relaxed and let out a heavy sigh. After a short minute, Parley spoke up.

"Enjoy yourself, Carver?" asked Parley playfully as she rose up from between Annie's legs. Annie blinked herself out of her orgasmic haze and stared at Parley for a few moments before leaning forward and hugging her. Annie kissed Parley on the cheek.
"Mmm... thank you, Parley," cooed Antimony. "That was lovely." Smitty stood up as well, and Annie gave him the same treatment, giving him a warm embrace and an affectionate kiss on the cheek. "Thank you too, Andrew. You both made me feel... wonderful!" Andrew and Parley smiled at each other, surprisingly proud of themselves. "Oh!" exclaimed Annie. "Andrew, you're... poking me." Annie and Smitty looked down. Smitty's cock was pressed against Annie's body.
"Hah Smits!" called Parley. She reached down and softly took ahold of Andrew's dick. It throbbed in her hand. "Cor, you feel like your about to explode, Smitty." Parley pumped her hand a few times, but before she got any further, Antimony put her hands of Andrew's chest and lightly pushed him back a few steps. She then pushed herself off the couch, and onto her knees in front of Andrew, her face level with his cock. Annie opened her mouth slightly and leaned in, taking the head of Andrew's cock between her lips.

"Ah~!" he gasped at the sudden sensation. He was taken aback by the warmth and moistness of Annie's mouth, and even more so when Annie slid her head forward a few inches, taking him deeper.
"H~hey!" cried Parley. She dove down and deftly pulled the cock right out of Antimony's mouth. "That's not fair, I wanted to be the first to.... I mean, I... wanted to join you!" said Parley quickly. She inched forward on her knees, bringing her mouth to Andrew's dick. She grasped it firmly with her hand and extended her tongue, slowly licking a trail across the side of Andrew's dick. His warm flesh tasted strange to her. She slid her tongue along his cock, from neck to base.
"I'm sure Andrew wants more attention on his head."
Parley looked up quizzically. Her eyes were met with Jones', who was now kneeling at Andrew's right side.
"Let me show you," said Jones. She leaned in, mouth open slightly, and poked her tongue against the head of Andrew's cock. She rapidly licked it up and down, eliciting more gasps from Andrew's mouth.
"Oh, ah~! M-ma'am!" he struggled to say. Parley looked up at him, her brow furrowed, then looked back down to Jones.
"Like this?" Parley asked with an annoyed tone as she moved in closer and began roughly licking Andrew's head. Andrew shuddered, his hands tightly balled up at his sides as he endured the stimulation, which only intensified a moment later when Antimony joined in.

"Haaaah! Carver... that's too... much!" he gasped out. The three women, Parley on his left side, Antimony straight in front of him, and Jones to his right, were eagerly licking his cock, their tongues becoming a blur of warm, wet movement. The sensations built up inside him, eventually reaching a fever pitch.
"AH~! It's....! I'm...!" he managed to say before he reached orgasm, his cock shuddering as a warm stream of cum shot out and landed onto Antimony's face. As his cock shuddered again, Parley dove in front of it and quickly took Andrew's head into her mouth. Andrew's second shot was pumped into Parley's mouth, and Parley stroked Andrew's cock as he came, milking every drop of his sticky seed into her mouth. Andrew's orgasm subsided a moment later. Parley pulled her head back and Andrew's cock slowly slid out of her warm mouth. She looked up at him with a bitter face. He stared down at her, his eyes half-lidded, but full of cosmic love. Parley pursed her lips together and swallowed Andrew's cum with an audible gulp.
"Hmph," she mumbled after a moment. "Wasn't that bad. Don't know why other girls complain..." she said with an almost proud tone. "Eya, bab," cooed Parley as she turned to Antimony, who had been watching Parley as she finished off Andrew. "You got a little somethin'..." she said as she motioned at her face. Annie reached her hand up and touched the cum on her face. It was warm, and stuck to her fingers.

"Antimony," said Jones. "Let me help you." Jones leaned in and brought her hands around Annie's head, cupping it. Jones pulled Annie closely and, extending a tongue, licked Andrew's cum off of her face. When she finished, she kissed Antimony, passing some of Andrew's cum to her. Annie's eyes widened as she felt it on her tongue. It tasted bitter, a combination of Andrew's seed and Annie's make-up. She slowly swallowed it. "Well done, Antimony. Come with me and I'll reward you," said Jones after breaking the kiss. She released Annie's head, but grasped her hand. Jones pulled her up and led her to a sofa in the corner of the room. She let of Annie's hand and reached into the sofa cushions, pulling them off before unfolding the sofa into a bed. Jones motioned for Annie to lie on the bed, which she did. Jones eyed Annie's body for a moment, her light skin flush with sweat. She could see well Annie's slender frame. Twin rosy nipples topped over a pair of budding breasts, and underneath that a rapidly beating heart. Small flat tummy below that, and a few wispy scarlet pubes decorating the mons that was between her thighs. But for the time being, Jones' target was much lower down.

Jones crouched at the base of the bed and firmly held Antimony's feet in her hands. She pressed them together, rubbing the soles up and down with her thumbs, causing little shivers to run up Annie's calves. She stretched her fingers across the soles, digging her fingernails into the tough flesh as she lightly scratched Annie's feet. She stopped scratching after a moment, and instead began simultaneous circular massages on them. Annie giggled, it almost felt like tickling to her. Jones stopped rubbing Annie's soles, and instead moved her hands to the tops of Annie's feet. Jones leaned forward until her face reached Annie's them. Jones opened her mouth slightly and began licking. Annie shuddered as she felt Jones' tongue against her feet, first digging into the sole of one foot and then the other, sliding up and down her arches, and flicking against her toes. Annie squirmed, the odd sensations catching her off-guard. She slid a hand between her legs and began rubbing her pussy. Jones licked a trail around the side of one of Annie's feet and onto the top, continuing even further to Annie's slender calves. Jones' face slid along between Annie's legs, her hands rubbing against the underside of them. As she moved between Annie's thighs, Jones noticed Annie's masturbating. Jones deftly grasped Annie's wrist and, holding it firmly, pulled it away from her pussy. Annie quickly replaced the first hand with her other, but Jones grabbed it as well and and pinned it against the bed.

"Eh-excuse me!" panted Annie as she stared at Jones, her eyes full of desperation.
"Patience, Antimony," replied Jones softly. She pinned both of Annie's hands against the bed before raising herself up over Annie's legs. Jones lowered her face to Annie's stomach, and lightly kissed a circle around her navel. Annie struggled to pull her hands free of Jones', but to no avail. Jones continued kissing a long, torturous trail up Annie's body. When she reached Annie's breasts, Jones didn't bother teasing them. She immediately took one of Annie's nipples into her mouth, sucking on it forcefully.

"AH~!" Annie gasped. Her nerves were running wild, a consequence of the day's events. Each time Jones kissed her skin, sucked on her nipples, and licked her flesh, her body jerked with sensation. Her mouth hung open as she gasped for breath, leaving her wide open as Jones left Annie's breasts and locked lips with the young girl. Jones kissed Annie deeply, her tongue probing into Annie's mouth, running along her teeth and wrestling with the amorous red-head's own tongue. As the kiss continued, Jones pressed her body against Annie's. Their nipples rubbed against each other, sending sparks through their respective bodies. Jones slid her legs between Annie's and spread them, opening up Annie's thighs. The golden-haired teacher then slid forward, carefully positioning herself, until she felt her pussy connect with Antimony's own warm, wet slit. Annie shuddered as she finally felt the stimulation that her pussy had been aching for. Jones slowly rocked her body up and down, grinding her pussy against Annie's.

Annie gasped loudly as she was overtaken by the sudden pleasure. Jones pressed harder against Annie's pussy, forcefully rubbing her clit against Annie's outer lips until it brushed up against the young redhead's own clitoris, causing Annie to yelp. Jones stared down at the girl, her makeup smeared, ruby hair pressed and matted against the bed, lips parted as she drew in ragged breaths amongst her rapid panting. The sight lit a spark inside Jones, and she pressed her pussy harder against Annie's, grinding their clits together while Annie squirmed underneath her, helplessly victim to Jones practiced ministrations. Annie moaned loudly, her body feeling as though it was on fire, and each push and press from Jones added to the stimulation until she finally felt herself go over the edge. Her body shook with the turbulence of orgasm as she felt her nerves light up with intense pleasure. She shuddered as electric tendrils of pure sensation shot across her abdomen and down her legs. She rode the wave of her climax for a few more moments, before it finally subsided. Annie's body relaxed, her head cloudy, but her heart still racing as she slowly returned to planet Earth.

Meanwhile, Parley and Andrew were lying together in their own corner of the room, busily kissing each other and exploring each other's body with their hands. Andrew, lying on top of Parley, was feeling the ponytailed girl's chest, running his hands across her pert breasts, and squeezing them, frequently eliciting quick moans and gasps from Parley, who was indulging herself, running her fingers across Smitty's smooth back, grabbing his firm butt, and squeezing his strong hips. They kissed each other passionately as they held one another, their intimate ballet bringing their bodies together in a frenzy of hormones and love. But Parley felt an ache at her core, an internal itch that she needed Andrew to scratch. And Andrew felt his own need, his insides a chaotic whirl of pressure, his cock throbbing earnestly while pleading for release.
"Hey, loverboy," panted out Parley as she broke her mouth away from Smitty's, her tone heavy with affection. "I'm waiting."
Andrew understood what she meant. Parley smiled at him. Andrew gulped. He lifted himself above Parley and eased backwards, onto his knees. He kneeled between Parley's thighs, which were slowly widening as Parley parted her legs to give Smitty easier access. Smitty held his cock in hand, and inched forward until it touched Parley's wet slit. Smitty rubbed the head of his dick against Parley's inner lips, causing her to tense up at the stimulation.

"....Are you ready?" asked Smitty, concerned that he might cause Parley pain.
"I can handle it!" replied Parley reassuringly. She bit her lip in anticipation as Smitty, holding himself at her entrance, slowly moved his hips and pushed in. Parley's warm, wet vagina tightly enveloped Smitty's cock as he slid inside, causing the two students to moan in unison at the sensations they were causing each other. Parley trembled as Smitty's warm member pushed inside her and filled her up. She was surprised to find that she wasn't experiencing any pain at all. She didn't bother wondering why.

They laid there for a moment, joined together in ecstacy until Andrew began rocking his hips back and forth. Slowly at first, and then faster and faster, Andrew held Parley's hips tightly as thrusted into her, the two quickly gasping and groaning in rhythm as they made love. Parley's hands tightly grasped the floor below her as her back arched and breasts bounced from the rapid movements. Andrew squeezed her hips as he pushed back and forth inside her, Parley snuggly caressing him with her pussy. The two young students continued their passionate exercise for several more minutes, the sensations building up inside them until they eventually reached a crescendo. Parley orgasmed first, her gasping and moaning suddenly silenced as her body spasmed in pleasure and her pussy tightly squeezed Andrew's cock. Andrew continued thrusting into her for a few more moments until he reached his own climax. He attempted to pull out but was caught short as Parley had wrapped her legs around his back, locking him inside her as he went over the edge, his cock throbbing as it pumped out a torrent of hot cum inside her. The two, panting from exhaustion, embraced as they laid together on the floor.

"Andrew," called Jones from across the room. "I need you for a moment..."

Author's Notes:

Whoo boy. This one was a doozy. I wrote the bulk of this story in July, adding bits to it over the next few months. It was a tough write. I had to work through a lot of details before I could make our favorite characters get down and dirty, and it's still not as perfect as I'd like. But if I don't post it now, then I may not ever.

One of the reasons that this was a hell of a project was the length. Getting the characters into intimate situations took quite awhile. And that involved writing a whole lot of paragraphs that do not have sex in them. I still tried to make it exciting since this is a lemon after all. The first half of this story is pretty much all foreplay for the inevitable climax. Another reason that this story was a pain to write was the research involved. All of the measurements are based on calculated averages taken from British health and medical websites. All of the outfits from the comic are noted in detail, and hopefully the speech patterns are accurate to the characters (tell me what you think.)

One of the things that made the project fun was that I was able to slip a few Gunner-memes into the story. Whoever spots all of them wins absolutely nothing.

Anyway, thanks for reading! I hope you've enjoyed my story (which should be considered canon to the Gunnerkrigg Universe), please leave me some feedback and tell me what you think of it!

-Wroted