Smoking Area

Author's Notes: As is usual to state on Literotica, in case it is not clear enough from the story itself, all characters participating in sexual acts occurring in this story are at least 18 years of age.

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Since this story has a pretty sizeable cast, here's a list of the characters along with the groups they belong to (Asterisks mark well-endowed female characters):

Emily Neal* (Teacher)

Dylan, Tyler, Matthew, Martin (Jocks)

Isabella*, Victoria, Emma, Zdenka* (Brunettes)

Ivanka, Amber, Katelyn* (Blondes)

Lucas, Jonathan, Samuel (Bullies)

Alejandro, Henry, Joseph (Nerds)

Alexis, Ella, Addison*, Mariah (Outsiders)

***

"And

this

is exactly what I'm talking about!" Emily Neal, or "Miss Neal", as the group of bemused youngsters standing in front of her called her, yelled at them while she gestured towards a dilapidated wall situated behind her, which connected the 2 ramshackle residential buildings to her sides, and was covered in a large, obscene graffiti. "This is exactly what I'm talking about when I talk about how badly we treat this city. About us letting it die, letting it be destroyed by vandals and so-called developers. This city is where our previous generations grew up, it nourished them, they built it! It's our legacy, and this is what we're letting it be turned into!"

As she finished her small speech, she, rather predictably, heard snickering and stifled laughs from the group of high schoolers in front of her. Though as she knew, and perhaps surprisingly to any random observers who, by some miracle, might have suddenly appeared, those weren't directed at her, as their gazes, fixed at a point more than a few inches behind her head, made clear.

Quickly, she started to turn herself around to get another look at the bizarre "artwork" behind her.

Not even having fully moved her body, her gaze was already fixed at a particularly attention-grabbing part of it, located right behind her head.

It was a "sign" of sorts. A white circle surrounded by a bright red line, similar to a TV age rating in the UK or other countries with such signs. "=/+ 18 ONLY" was written in the white circle with black spray paint.

From the way it clashed with the rest of the graffiti on the wall, from colors that didn't seem to be used anywhere else on the wall to obviously cutting into and covering something that was already painted on the wall, it was clear that this was a later add-on onto the original graffiti.

In fact, when she looked closer, it seemed that the "=" in "=/+ 18 ONLY" was an add-on onto

that

add-on.

Was somebody trying to exactly demarcate who could look at the "street art" behind her?

Well, if that was the intention of whoever added this onto the larger graffiti, they had nothing to worry about. Henry was the last in her class to turn eighteen, which he did 2 days ago.

Moving her gaze onto the object of her derision proper, any slight bemusement she might've gained from this little sign quickly left her.

What she was now looking at was a perverted parody of a "Smoking Area" sign.

Even from a distance, it was clear that this was a caricature, rather than any facsimile of the actual sign. Where the real signs had a monochrome background, whether white or of some actual color, the background of this one was a maelstrom of various shades of purple, red, and pink, the sight of which hurt her eyes despite all of the colors already being quite worn-off, indicating the whole graffiti's age.

But the real horror was what, in a mix of pink, red, white, and body-like brown, was written on that background.

While it did look like a simple "Smoking Area" sign with a burning cigarette from a long enough distance, but once you came closer, you realized that every even slightly phallic shape in it, every rectangle, no, almost every

line

, was painted as an actual phallus. The entire text was a mosaic of dicks, with the smoking cigarette above it, actually a massive cock with a load of white paint dumped above it to resemble an ejaculate, lording over it all.

And it wasn't just dicks. Every enclosed area, from the letter "o", to the enclosed parts of the letters "a", "e", and so on, was painted in deep red to resemble feminine lips, with pink tongues and white teeth painted inside. There even seemed to be more open mouths painted around the text, as whoever made this monstrosity apparently got annoyed at the thought of only painting them in letters, though it was rather hard to tell, as the paint was worn-off in many of those places.

And to top it all off, a massive text was written diagonally throughout the entire image.

Running from the upper left corner to the lower right one, it read "WANNA BLOW?", painted in an almost unnaturally bright and fresh-looking purple paint, and stylized similarly to the other text. Unlike the similarly fresh sign in front of her head, however, this text didn't seem to be added on at all, seemingly not obscuring anything and always being a part of the image.

All in all, the whole thing was nothing more than an obscene mishmash of erect cocks and feminine mouths ready to take them in.

"Nice!" she heard Lucas' familiar voice call out from behind her.

"Dude definitely knew what he liked, heh," Jonathan quickly, and predictably, added, before she turned around.

Those 2, along with their friend Samuel, were the class' self-designated troublemakers. Given their ages, that meant that they were, frankly speaking, annoying, immature assholes, who acted as though they were some popular jocks, which they were far from.

Too annoying, insufferable, and physically pathetic to join the popular kids' crowd, they took out their frustrations on the class' 3 smallest and most awkward boys, Alejandro, Henry, and Joseph, none of whom she was sure as to whether they started so nerdy or were forced into that role by their small physiques.

She always had some trouble asserting her authority over this class. Not just because she only became their homeroom teacher at the start of the year, or because she was just fresh out of the university and firmly in the same generation as them, with the same fashion sense and interests and with no real experience teaching, but mostly because she looked very young even for her age.

Not only was she smaller than some of the girls, but 4 of the class' 10 girls, namely Isabella, Zdenka, Katelyn, and Addison, had bigger breasts than her, along with more mature-looking bodies than her in general, with curves her slender form could only dream about.

As a result, even the respectful kids considered her to be more of a peer than a teacher, with her being the favorite target among teachers of all the douchebags angry that they weren't accepted by the jocks.

Speaking of jocks, just as she was about to reply, one of them overtook her in the race to cut those douchebags down to size.

"Yeah, I guess if you're a virgin it can be nice to see dicks and mouths," Dylan said as he pulled his girlfriend closer to him. "But once you know what sex actually is, you know nothing's better than actual touch," he said as he pinched his girlfriend's curvy ass, drawing a lustful yelp from her, and giggles and stifled laughs from the rest of the popular crowd.

Along with Dylan, there were his 3 friends, Tyler, Matthew, and Martin. Except for Tyler being black and the others white, there wasn't much difference in their looks. All of them were well over 6 feet tall and muscular to a level that could make some bodybuilders twice their age cry from envy, along with all of them hiding big, thick, meaty cocks in their pants.

Standing next to them, with their arms around their waists, were their respective girlfriends.

They were Isabella, Victoria, Emma, and Zdenka, the last one of whom wasn't exactly Martin's girlfriend, being instead in a weird love triangle with him and Ivanka, the 3 of them knowing each other from childhood having grown up on the same street populated by Eastern European immigrants.

Those 4 dark-haired girls, mostly called, though rarely by themselves, "the brunette gang", were the school's main girl posse, dominating its feminine social circles in general, and her class' in particular.

Speaking of Ivanka, she stood, along with her fellow blondes, Amber and Katelyn, a couple of feet away from Samuel and his friends on the other side of the road. The fact that they didn't particularly like each other, and only hung out together because the brunettes didn't accept them, was painfully obvious given the distances between them.

She found the way her students had grouped themselves to be particularly amusing, especially considering that Amber's dirty blonde hair was closer to Emma's light-to-medium brown hair than Victoria and Zdenka's jet black ones, which the former gained from her Chinese ancestry and the latter thanks to random genetic recombination.

But, if that's how they liked it, who was she to judge? Sure, given the way they viewed her, and that she was a light blonde, there was a reason to think twice about it, but ultimately, she wasn't one of them and didn't have to concern herself with it.

"Quite right, Dylan," she said, realizing that her scanning of her pupils was taking too much of her time, and utterly failing to silence a burst of completely unexpected laughter that left her mouth before the first word she had said.

Surprisingly, no one even snickered while she wordlessly scanned them following Dylan's remark. Instead, all of them simply watched, in a weirdly-mesmerized manner, the obscene painting behind her.

Nevertheless, she continued, "But back to the point. Well, you're actually right, Dylan," she said as she felt her disgust at the thing behind her grow. "This is about sex, all of it is about sex. That we are willing to put such sexual, simply perverted imagery on our buildings, on the environment we live in and where our families lived and grew up in, no matter how broken down or seldom seen that building is. That, that says something about the way, our, society is heading! Sexually, and how perverted it's, we're all becoming!"

"It shows what a good number of men think we are," Addison called out. "That is exactly how most men see us. Holes opened for hard dicks, just waiting for their hard, thick tools to empty into us."

"Exactly, Addison," Emily said as her gaze shifted towards the fourth highly-blessed girl in her class, who was also the only one who wasn't happy about it, and her friends.

Addison, Ella, and Mariah were a group of outsiders who didn't fit into the class', and really the entire school's, social circles. Perhaps subconsciously, the former chose to dye her hair in unnatural colors to show her disdain for the bizarre social hierarchy they were confronted with daily, while the latter 2 kept their natural hair colors which, were they more sociable, would've put them into the inferior and superior social group, respectively.

Always following them around was Alexis, a boy whose body was as androgynous as his name. A self-designated "gay best friend" of the 3 girls who, similarly to his well-endowed friend, had his shoulder-length hair dyed green, he was frequently noticed by Emily to be staring at Addison, Katelyn, and Emily herself in a way that seriously put the way he described himself into doubt.

But if the girls had no problem with him, who was she to judge?

"That's exactly it!" Emily continued, as she joined her pupils in looking at the graffiti. "We all know your problems with those types of men Addison, and that's exactly what this person was. Whoever made this monstrosity saw all women the way those men have seen you. I mean, for God's sake, look at that!" she yelled, gesticulating wildly. "That whole thing is made to get you to want to suck cocks! That friggin' purple of that ´WANNA BLOW?´ carves itself into your eyes and burrows into your mind. You see it even when close your eyes!"

At this point, she wasn't just speaking what

was

on her mind, she was describing exactly what was happening

with

her mind.

"It's written all over the thing, so wherever you look, whatever one of those dozens of dicks you see, you see it asking you if you wanna blow it. Wherever you look, it's the same. A small cock, wanna blow? A big, thick one, wanna blow?! You find one you like, then you faintly look away, and once again you see some cock, and the question, wanna blow? You close your eyes, you open your eyes, and the only thing you can see is that crazy bright purple paint that feels like a laser burning your eyes asking you, wanna blow one of those cocks which are the only things you can now see?" she finished.

The sounds of giggles, whispers, and clothes being taken off coming from behind her immediately captured her attention and made her quickly turn around. The moment she did so, she realized that she wasn't describing things that were happening just with her mind.

"Well, I know what my answer is," said Isabella with a giggle as she quickly undid Dylan's pants and sunk to her knees in front of him, his hard tool already ready for her.

Just as she opened her mouth, Victoria's miniskirt landed on her face. "Loud as hell, slow as a snail," she teased her best friend, her hand already stroking Tyler's cock. "I'm already just in my bra and panties, while you have more clothes on you than when we came here. At least try to keep up."

"Bitch," Isabella retorted with a snicker before she started sending her clothes flying off of her.

"Exactly, exactly!!" Emily commented on the situation as she started scanning it, mostly to find out which of her male students were still free to play with. "That's the answer from all of us. Wanna blow? Wanna blow? Wanna blow? Well, OF COURSE I wanna blow, I'm a completely normal, young, heterosexual woman, of course I wanna take a big, thick rod into my mouth and blow it, and suck it, and lick it until it empties into my hungry mouth and then swallow the warm, yummy, yummy cum."

She, of course, wasn't the only one who felt this way. Emma followed her friends' lead, kneeling in front of Matthew, her red lips sealed on his cock as her head bobbed up-and-down on his large tool in a steady, moderate rhythm, her hands helping her by stroking her boyfriend's cock, also in a quite moderate rhythm.

The scene Emily saw as she took a look back at what was happening with Emma's 2 friends, who apparently decided to have a private contest in pleasing their boyfriends, however, could in absolutely no way be described as containing anything "moderate".

Isabella's fat, full lips flew up and down Dylan's cock as her cum-hungry mouth ravaged his massive white tool, his hands enjoying her Latina curves by lustfully squeezing her large tits and ass which she was pushing up as much as she could for him.

Meanwhile, right next to her, Victoria's thin, delicate lips and small mouth likewise wildly bobbed on Tyler's equally massive black dick, her dainty hands and well-manicured fingers helping out by stroking the base of the cock and scratching his large balls, all while he just gazed at her beautiful body kneeling before him, not touching her except holding her head slightly by her stringy black hair to make sure that she won't stop any time soon.

Overall, the 2 girls, already completely naked with their titillating clothes and erotic lingerie lying all around them, provided a surprisingly contrasting sight as they pleasured their boyfriends.

Much to Emily's chagrin, the boys, with their girlfriends doing their best to shove as much of their cocks down their throats as possible, were already taken and would not be available to satisfy her craving for a thick, meaty rod in her hungry mouth.

With Matthew likewise already being sucked off, there was only one of her students left who could truly satisfy her.

Fortunately, as she looked at the half-naked Zdenka, she saw her taking part in a bizarre scene.

"Get fucked,

kurva

!" the brunette empathetically exclaimed as she pushed the similarly skimpily-dressed blonde away from the muscular hunk between them, forcing her to take several steps back.

"Oh, I will, by him," the blonde snidely remarked, before mockingly adding as she walked back to her rival and their object of affection, "Quite soon, and very hard. You can watch if you want."

Seeing the rather vicious catfight in front of her, Emily realized her that this was her final chance to make a move and to get that yummy, yummy cum, which she couldn't stop thinking about after looking at that obscene graffiti behind her, in her mouth, and down her throat.

Thankfully, as her fashion style didn't change one bit since she was a horny teenager a couple of years ago, her clothes could come off very fast...

"Just get it through your thick, fucking, skull, he always liked me, not you," Zdenka said in frustration, clutching his muscular body tightly in her slender arms. "He's mine, deal with it."

"Girls, let's end this before someone gets hurt," Emily said as she walked to Martin, all of her clothes on the ground behind her and her breasts jutting out of her proudly lifted chest, pausing their scuffle for a moment as their sights focused on the unexpected interrupter. Rather roughly taking the brunette's arms off of the hunk's body, she added, "We'll resolve this simply. I'll take care of Martin, and you two can go calm down and go to the others, where you have more than enough guys to choose from."

As the blonde just stared in confusion and silent anger, the brunette, somehow predictably, let her anger be heard.

For a while.

"What, do, what, you?!" was all she got out before being silenced.

"Who the fuck are you screaming at, you little brat?!" the teacher retorted resolutely as she undid his jeans and pulled down his boxers, freeing his large, thick, fully erect cock, which the gazes of all the 3 women immediately glued themselves at as their mouths started salivating. "You need to realize where you're fucking standing!" Emily continued lecturing Zdenka, before quickly turning to face Ivanka for a while as well. "Both of you. You do realize how much trouble I can cause you? And not just suspending you and fucking up your college plans. This little fight you had here could get you both in prison, never mind the bullying going on for years in school."

"Uhh, ahh, I," Ivanka stammered, while Zdenka just stared at their teacher.

"You don't want that, do you?" she said, before sinking to her knees and grabbing his thick cock, audibly gulping every few seconds as her hungry mouth filled with saliva in preparation to take the massive rod she was staring at inside. "Well, then, be good, good girls, and, go play with, the boys there. And let a

woman

take, take care, of, this fine,

man

."

Unwillingly, knowing the type of men now left for them to fellate, they did as ordered.

As the sounds of Emily's wet mouth sliding all over the length of Martin's thick tool joined the chorus of the other jocks getting blown by their girlfriends, an utterly awkward silence filled the air, as the rest starred at the ground or each other, or even back at the graffitied wall, unsure of what to do.

Well, they knew what they wanted to do, but who was supposed to do it with whom?

Unlike the more popular members of their class, who were now enjoying each other, the rest weren't dating each other and had barely any real relationships with each other.

However, the graffiti's effect was strong.

Whether they just stared at it or not, all of the girls had the graffiti's question replaying over and over in their heads as they looked at the remaining guys in their group. They all understood that, inevitably, they will each soon pick one who will allow them to affirmatively answer the endlessly repeating question.