She was none other than their class president, Rebecca, and it seed she was not happy that everyone was enjoying themselves so much.
She was standing tall and proud, arms crossed under her big breasts, glaring at everyone who dared to look at her. She had long, dark hair tied into a ponytail. Her eyes were hazel and fierce, and she wore thick glasses that made her look even more imposing.
At first glance, she seed very nerdy, but her big breasts were enough to destroy that image.
Rebecca was well-known in the school for being a top student, talented at sports and academics alike, but also bossy and strict when it ca to following the rules.
As soon as she was within reach, Rebecca grabbed Sarah by the arm and yanked her off Oliver's lap, forcing her to stand up.
"Ouch! Becca, please... Let go of . You're hurting ." Sarah complained, trying to pull free from the firm grip on her arm.
However, a glare from Rebecca made her stop struggling. The class president was scary when she was angry, and no one wanted to face her wrath.
Rebecca's eyes shot to Oliver's, and she took a deep breath before speaking. "Look, I don't want to get into trouble because of you two. That kind of behavior is not allowed in class. If you want to fool around with each other, then do it outside. Understand?"
"Yes, ma'am." Sarah said in a ek voice, avoiding Rebecca's eyes.
"You got lucky that the teacher didn't arrive yet. Next ti, be more careful." Rebecca turned around and strode away from their desk, not bothering to wait for Oliver's response or even look at him again. Her tone made it clear that she considered this matter settled, but if they did not comply, there would be consequences.
As soon as she was gone, Sarah gave Oliver an apologetic smile and returned to her seat beside Ron, who still looked like he had been hit by a truck.
After a few seconds of silence, Brenda giggled and teased Oliver. "You got busted, huh? Be careful next ti, you naughty boy. That girl will catch you for sure. She is always watching everyone like a hawk. You better keep your hands to yourself unless you want to get reported to the teacher."
"Shut up, Brenda." Oliver grumbled, feeling annoyed by Rebecca's sudden appearance. He knew that she was right, but he didn't like being scolded like that. "I am just having so fun. It doesn't hurt anyone."
"Sure, whatever you say. But rember, don't co crying to when she tells on you and gets you expelled from school." Brenda shrugged her shoulders, giving him a mischievous grin.
This made Oliver roll his eyes and sigh. He was going to keep playing with girls at school, no matter what anyone said or did. He wasn't going to stop just because so uptight bitch wanted to ruin his fun.
Besides, he was confident that he could persuade Rebecca to keep quiet about it. After all, he had made both Brenda and Sarah cum, so maybe he could do the sa thing for her too.
'Nahh... She will be a tough one. Maybe I should give up on her,' he thought to himself as he watched the gorgeous class president reprimanding more students who were fooling around. 'But she does have a sexy body. Her big tits look so good... I bet they taste great too.'
As Oliver continued staring at Rebecca's chest, he felt sothing touching his crotch. He looked down and saw that Brenda had put her hand on his bulge, squeezing it through the fabric of his pants.
"Keep this thing calm, will you? We don't want to cause any trouble." She giggled and gave him a wink before letting go.
Oliver smiled back at her and nodded. He would do his best to behave for the rest of the day, but he knew that he wouldn't be able to resist the urge to tease Sarah and Brenda again. They were just too tempting, and he loved playing with them so much.
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After school, Oliver went ho with Brenda, who invited him to co over to her house and et her mother.
Brenda lived in a big house located in the suburbs of town. It was a nice place, and her parents seed to be well-off.
When they arrived at the front door, she turned to face him and said, "Listen, I want you to behave yourself while we are inside, okay? Don't do anything stupid. And don't get too excited when you see my mom just because she is very pretty and has a great body."
"Don't worry. I will behave myself. You don't have to tell that," Oliver replied, smirking at the beautiful girl. "So your mother is hot, huh? That's interesting."
"Yes, she is. But rember what I told you before, okay? If you behave yourself, then I will let you fuck again. And if you don't behave, then I will make sure that you never touch again." Brenda gave him a warning look, wagging her finger at him.
Oliver nodded and held his hands up in surrender. "I promise that I won't try anything funny."
He knew that Brenda could be strict, and if he made her mad, then there was no way he would get to fuck her anymore. So he had to be careful and show her that he was serious about this whole eting thing.
"Alright, let's go." Brenda reached out and grabbed Oliver's arm, tugging him forward.
She led him through the doorway into a beautiful living room filled with expensive-looking furniture and decorations. There were many pictures of Brenda hanging on the walls, along with a few photos of who Oliver assud to be her mother.
"She is a pretty lady. No wonder you look so good," he muttered under his breath, staring at one of the photos that showed a woman in her late 30s or early 40s.
Brenda glanced at him but didn't say anything as she looked around to find her mother. "She is upstairs, I think. Co on, let's go find her."
They walked up the staircase and stopped at the door of a room. Brenda knocked on the door and called out, "Mom? Are you in there?"
"Yes. Co in." A female voice responded from the other side of the door.
When they stepped inside the room, Oliver couldn't help but stare at the woman standing in the center of the room, looking at herself in a tall mirror as she wore nothing but a towel wrapped around her body.
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