Matt thought he was in a dream when someone tapped him on the shoulder. He disengaged from Susanna's french kiss and looked to see who it was. To his surprise, it was Susanna!
Not that the now twenty-five year old, drop dead gorgeous Susanna wasn't in front of him holding his hand to her right breast, but it seemed that Susanna was also behind him. And next to him. In fact, every person, besides Matt, had been transformed into a copy of the new and improved Susanna.
"Ooooh Matt," they all cooed in unison, "You make me feel so horny!"
Half the women began to grope each other, lips locked, tongues engaged. The ones closest to Matt pawed at him, massaged him, fondled him. The rest of them began to finger themselves, while rhythmically chanting his name. If he hadn't been having such a good time, Matt would have found it creepy.
His clothes didn't last long. That many women with one goal in mind were able to accomplish it in a flash. Shirt torn off, pants thrown away, underwear discarded, Matt found himself naked on the floor. He didn't know who's boob was in his mouth, or who's mouth was on his penis, or who was rubbing their dripping vagina on his stomach, but he didn't care. It was all Susanna, and it was all wonderful.
When he began to ejaculate, every girl in the room screamed in ecstasy together. As he erupted over and over, the girls seemed to feel every wave of pleasure, every spasm of delight. When he was spent, they all lay on the floor of the classroom panting for minutes.
The bell rang, and Susanna's began to pick themselves up, grab their books, and walk out of the room as if nothing had happened. Naked and alone, Matt decided to...
