You just found the notebook on your desk when starting class. As you read the note on the first page you smile in disbelief, but there is a pencil sitting right next to it. What's the harm in trying it out? You open the book to the first page, scrawling the name of the college across the top of it. You ponder for a moment, wondering what to write, before spotting a the cute, redheaded girl enter the class. You put pencil to paper.

"Rule: Female students wear short skirts with no panties"

As soon as the words were written, the world around you seemed to shift. The redhead walking towards you now had a much shorter skirt, so short that it seemed impossible that anyone could wear it in public. But there she was, walking towards you with her legs on full display. Your eyes drifted down her body, lingering on the hemline of the skirt, wondering if you were seeing things. As she passed by you, you couldn't help but notice the absence of any undergarments beneath the skirt. It was true, the rule was real, and this girl was already following it without even knowing it.

You look around the classroom, noticing that every other female student had already adapted to the new rule. Skirts were shortened, panties discarded. Some were blushing with embarrassment, while others strutted around confidently, enjoying the newfound freedom. You couldn't help but feel a sense of power and excitement wash over you. This was only the beginning of what you could do with the notebook. The possibilities are endless.

Current rules:
+ Female students wear short skirts with no panties

As you add the new rule to the book, it feels like the room itself is shifting around you. Everyone in class seems to sense the change, but no one questions it. The tension in the air grows palpable as students begin to size each other up, eyes darting between their papers and your crotch. You feel a hand brush against your leg, then another, and before you know it, the room is filled with whispers and furtive touches. As if by some unspoken agreement, the boys in class have all but forgotten about paying attention to the teacher, instead focusing solely on making you come. You lean back in your seat, reveling in the power that comes with being the one in control of their fates.

Chuckling under her breath, you casually scribble a note on the corner of your desk before glancing up at the off-balance boys in front of you. "Oh, and if any of you are wondering," you say sweetly, handing them the piece of paper, "the cheerleaders would be happy to help." As they scramble to read over the note, their expressions of confusion turning slowly into eagerness, a knowing smirk finds its way onto your lips. You lean back in your seat once more, feeling rather pleased with yourself and eager to see how this all plays out.

As the boys hurriedly disperse to find their answers, you can't help but feel a small thrill of satisfaction knowing that your little note has set them all on the right path. Or rather, straight into the arms of those eager-to-help cheerleaders. It doesn't take long for word to spread, and before long the entire school is abuzz with whispers about the new arrangement you've made. Even teachers find themselves unable to keep their minds on their lesson plans when every passing glance in your direction sends a jolt of adrenaline through their systems. And as for you? You continue to work diligently on your own studies, relishing the power and control that comes with being the one who holds everyone's futures in the palm of your hand...literally.

Stacy bites her lip and looks down at your crotch before quickly shooting a nervous glance around the room. Her gaze locks onto yours again, and she licks her lips. Slowly, ever so slightly, she moves toward you until she's practically sitting in your lap. "You want me to...?" she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper as her fingers trail up the length of your shaft.

With each movement, heat pools in your groin, making it difficult for you to focus on anything else. Stacy smiles innocently at you before leaning forward and taking your erection fully into her mouth. Her warmth engulfs you, and with a series of expert motions, she begins bobbing up and down on your shaft in rhythm with the quiz answers she's mouthing around you.

As Stacy expertly pleasures you with her mouth, your mind wanders, lost in the sensations of her lips and tongue on your cock. The room fades away, replaced by a hazy vision of Stacy's face and the perfect sway of her long blonde hair as it brushes against your thighs. With each moan that escapes her lips, you feel yourself growing closer to release. Her hand begins massaging your balls, urging you onwards until finally, with a hoarse cry, you explode in her mouth. Stacy swallows every drop greedily before pulling away with a satisfied smile, licking her lips and giving you a saucy wink. "Now let's see how much better I did on that quiz," she says as she climbs off your lap, straightening her skirt as she heads back to her seat.

As the teacher hands back the quizzes and the cheerleaders mob Stacy to see if she received extra points, you can't help but feel a sense of power coursing through your veins. Their calculating glances in your direction only serve to stoke that fire further, and with each passing moment, it becomes more and more difficult to resist the temptation to rewrite the rules yet again. With great control, you resist the urge...for now.

As the students around you exchange glances and whisper among themselves, it's clear that the effects of your rules are beginning to take hold. Some girls look angry, feeling left out or used by your new system, while others appear flattered and eager for an opportunity to earn extra credit. For now, they all remain attentive as class continues, but you can feel their restlessness growing with each passing minute...

As you make your way to the student lounge, two eager cheerleaders tail behind you like eager puppies. They whisper among themselves as they walk, trying to figure out what it is that you want from them...and how much they're willing to give. The tension in the air thickens with every step, their excitement palpable as they wait for your next move.

Your heart races and your mind spins with the possibilities; for now, though, you focus on reaching the lounge and taking a moment to collect your thoughts...

With wide eyes and bated breath, the two cheerleaders approach you, almost dancing as they walk. They sit on either side of you, their legs brushing against yours beneath the couch. One lays a hand tentatively on your knee, her fingers trembling slightly in anticipation of what might come next. The other leans closer, pressing her soft breast against your arm, her breath hot and quick against your neck. "What can we do for you?" she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "Anything."

Eager to please, the two cheerleaders exchange nervous glances before beginning to undress each other right there in front of you. Clothes are discarded like petals falling from a flower as they reveal their bodies inch by inch, teasing and taunting one another until they're both completely naked. The air around you crackles with tension and desire as the girls continue to focus on each other, seemingly oblivious to your presence...

As the two naked cheerleaders continue to touch and tease each other, their moans fill the air, drowning out all other sounds in the lounge. It's clear that they are completely caught up in the moment, lost in their own passionate world. They writhe against one another on the couch, legs wrapping tightly around each other as they seek release from the intense desire that has taken hold of them. Your gaze wanders over their bodies, drinking in the sight of two beautiful girls lost in the throes of pleasure...and realizing that with a simple snap of your fingers, they could be yours once more.

With eager anticipation, you lean forward and bury your face in the warmth between her legs, inhaling deeply as the sweet scent of her arousal fills your nose. Your tongue darts out, tracing circles around her engorged labia before diving deeper to explore the wet heat that awaits within. Her hips buck and writhe against your face, a high-pitched moan escaping from between clenched teeth as she loses herself in the sensation of your mouth on her most intimate parts. Behind you, the other cheerleader watches with bated breath, her hand slowly trailing up to stroke her own bare breast, imagining what it might feel like to have you so focused on her.

As the first cheerleader moans and thrashes against you, her hips grinding against your face in a rhythm that only serves to heighten your arousal, the second cheerleader climbs onto your lap. Her hands slide up your chest and clasp behind your neck, guiding your head back down to her wet core as she whispers huskily in your ear, "Fuck me."

Her warm, wet folds envelop your tongue, and with a sharp gasp of pleasure, she begins rocking her hips against you. The sensation of her body moving against yours is overwhelmingly erotic, sending shivers of delight down your spine as you focus on pleasing them both.

As the two cheerleaders writhed against you, their moans and gasps filling your ears, you couldn't help but feel a sense of power unlike anything you'd ever experienced before. Your fingers dug into the flesh of their asses, urging them closer as your tongue danced with wild abandon across their heated skin. Their tight bodies trembled beneath your touch, their pleasure building to an almost unbearable peak...and it was all thanks to the power you held within these simple rules.

The world around you faded away, replaced by the sounds of their ecstasy and the feel of their warmth enveloping you. Time seemed to slow down as you focused on bringing each of them over the edge, lost in the heady rush of control and satisfaction that came with knowing that these beautiful girls were completely at your mercy...

Moaning loudly, the two cheerleaders climax at the same time, their bodies shuddering and tensing as they ride out the intense waves of pleasure. As they begin to regain their composure, one of them looks up at you with pleading eyes and whispers, "Please..." while the other boldly reaches between your legs, wrapping her hand around your hard cock. They both seem eager for more; to push things even further than before.

With a wicked grin spreading across your face, you nod in agreement. As the one with their hand on your cock, they lean forward and guides you towards the other cheerleader's dripping wet pussy. With a smooth motion, your cock slides effortlessly inside her, filling her up to the hilt. She moans loudly, arching her back as she welcomes you deeper. Her hands grasp at your shoulders, pulling you close, as if trying to meld their bodies together forever.

Behind you, the other cheerleader begins to stroke your cock faster, their lips parted in a wanton expression of desire that sends shivers down your spine. The room is filled with the sounds of passionate moaning and frantic breathing as all three of you lose yourself in the moment, caught up in a maelstrom of unbridled lust and raw power.