**First Day at Sex School**

I never expected this when I signed up for the exclusive course at Velvet Academy—an all-girls institution with a very *specific* curriculum. The brochure said “hands-on training in pleasure studies,” but I didn’t realize that as the only male student, I’d be the center of attention from day one.

The moment I stepped into the dorm’s common room, a dozen women turned to look at me—curious, hungry, lips parted in anticipation. Before I could even say hello, the instructor, a statuesque brunette named Ms. Voss, cleared her throat.

“At Velvet Academy, we believe in proper greetings,” she purred, her fingers trailing down her own throat. “And for our guest, that means getting acquainted—mouth first.”

A ripple of excitement went through the room. Then, one by one, they approached.

The first was a petite blonde named Lacy. She didn’t say a word—just dropped to her knees in front of me, fingers already working open my jeans. My cock sprang free, already half-hard just from the thrill of what was about to happen.

Lacy’s tongue flicked out, teasing the tip before wrapping her lips around me in one smooth motion. She hummed as she took me deeper, her fingers cupping my balls, massaging them gently. I groaned, watching her head bob, my hands instinctively tangling in her hair.

Before I could get too lost in her mouth, she pulled back with a wet *pop*, leaving me glistening. “Next,” she giggled, wiping her lips.

A curvy redhead took her place, her plush lips wrapping around me before I could even catch my breath. She sucked hard, hollowing her cheeks like she was trying to pull every drop of pre-cum out of me. I hissed, hips twitching forward as her tongue swirled under my cockhead.

“Fuck, that’s good,” I muttered, and she moaned in response, the vibration making me throb.

Just as I started to get close, she pulled off with a gasp, letting another girl—this one a dark-haired beauty with a pierced tongue—step in. She licked a slow stripe up my shaft, her tongue ring dragging deliciously along my length before she swallowed me down.

They kept coming. A tall, athletic girl who deep-throated me effortlessly, a shy brunette who teased with kitten licks, a sultry Latina who sucked just the tip while her fingers stroked the base. Each one was different, each one made my cock ache harder than the last.

I lost track of how many lips had been wrapped around me, how many tongues had worked me over, but my balls were tight, my cock dripping. Ms. Voss stepped forward last, smirking as she knelt, her manicured nails tracing my shaft.

“You’ve done so well,” she murmured, before taking me all the way down. Her throat flexed around me, swallowing me effortlessly, and that was it—I couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Fuck, I’m gonna—”

She didn’t pull away. I came hard, my cock pulsing as I spilled down her throat. She swallowed every drop, licking her lips as she stood.

“Welcome to Velvet Academy,” she said, and the girls around her giggled, their hands already reaching for me again.

I had a feeling this was going to be a *very* hands-on education.