Ask Zoey in English class

On his way to English class, Pat thinks back to Zoey's situation. Her brother won't fuck her. On top of her seeming to be a pretty angry person as is, it's easy to see that it frustrates her. Alex is probably feeling the same way, if the looks she gave him at the start of the day are anything to go by. But why? Pat looks around at the students hanging out outside in between classes, particularly the males. There are jocks here who have their big dicks out 24/7, or handsome teachers to fulfill that common fantasy. Hell, even the nerds are equally hung, that's just the way people are here. What was so special about him? Why did Alex have to want him? He looks to his own equipment; not small, actually bigger than average. But that's at home. Here he is the average. Alex on the other hand was, admittedly, pretty hot, even for this world. She fits in with the girls here. Nice tits, nice butt, nice face... wait, he was supposed to get his mind off of these thoughts.

Pat eventually gets to his English class, at the west-end of the school. He walks in to a surprisingly empty classroom. Only five students are there already, Zoey's not among them. Pat assumed he would be one of the last people in due to his 'incident' with Alex. He decides to just take one of the seats in the back. Going back to Alex, Pat's mind can't help but think back to the 'Prude-World'. Was she always like this? She was always open about how sexy she thought someone was, but she never mentioned Pat. At least, not seriously. Or maybe she was being serious?

Pat sighs. "I don't get it."

"Don't get what?" Pat looks up to see Zoey has finally arrived, now wearing black leather boots and has some mascara on, and takes her seat next to Pat.

"Oh uhhh... it's nothing."

She extends a finger and flicks it across the head Pat's semi-erect dick. "People don't get like this for nothin', now tell me what's wrong."

"Well... I ran into my sister for the first time since school started. And..."

"Aaand? The fuck happened?"

"Umm... I know you talked about your brother doing this, but... things got sexual, and then things got weird for us. I think she's pissed at me."

Zoey just closes her eyes and thinks for a second. "Figures... happened with me, happened with the family before mine. It's a fuckin' curse or somethin'. Everyone's sprayed with **** repellent before coming here. But still, I'm sure your sister loves her brother."

"I'm not doubting that, it's just..."

"You don't things to get weird? News flash, things are weird now anyway. Shit happens. You either push her away and act like you don't know her like my brother did, or you just embrace it. Is she hot?"

"Well yeah, but-"

"Does she think you're hot?" Now Pats the one to think for his answer. "I guess that's a trick question, if things 'got sexual' she clearly has some hots for you. Look, you love her right?"

"Of course."

"Then, at the least just make up. I'm not saying you guys need to be like the Abbys and fuck each other non-stop. Hell, you don't even have to kiss. But if she gets wet from lookin' at you, and you get hard from lookin' at her, then just fuck. Let it out." She says, before ducking under Pat's desk. "For instance, you look like you need to 'let it out' right now." She says with a smirk, before sliding her wet tongue from balls to head, the stud pierced into her tongue only adding to the sensation.

Pat just rests his head back and let's out a moan. She's right. It is nice to just let it out some time. At least, until she stops. "Ahem..." she says, and stares daggers at Pat. Oh right, she likes it rough. Pat puts his hand on the back of her head and starts face-fucking her. He pushes her head all the way to his base, and then back to the top. With every full thrust into her throat, her mascara begins to run more and more, the black tears dripping down here cheeks.

"So, why'd you wait until now to put that on?"

She briefly pulls her head off to answer. "Because I met someone who actually knows how to treat a girl like me right. Like a cheap whore. And I wanna look the part." And she resumes the deepthroating, even when the bell rings. Only after the bell is done ringing do many of the classmates begin filing in. Minutes pass, and Pat only gets closer to orgasm. Still no teacher. No need to wait. Pat grabs Zoey by the hair and pushes her all the way down, eliciting a gag from beneath his desk, before cumming right down her throat. Zoey starts to pat his thighs, and Pat takes pity on her, letting go of her hair. Instead of taking his dick out of her mouth, she only brings it out of her throat, letting the head rest between her lips so the last of his cum can land on her pierced tongue so she can have a taste.

"Mmm, that's the shit." She says, before sinking back into her own desk, leaving Pat's wet cock flop back onto his thighs. Pat recovers from his orgasm, and looks around the class. Still no teacher.

"Umm, where's the teacher? The bell rang like 6 minutes ago..."

"Oh, that old fucker is probably havin' fun at the detentions like usual. It'll probably be another 6 minutes before he gets here. They'd fire his ass but nobody really complains." Zoey explains, and pulls out her homework. Of course, not a single answer is filled yet, even the space for her name. "Yo, did you this already?" She asks, probably wanting to steal Pat's answers.

"Oh, no. Not yet. I could help you if you want."

"You'd better after I just gave you head."

Pat pulls out the assignment from math as well. "Um, I didn't actually ask for that. But knowing you, I probably don't have to."

"Fuck no, never ask if you want to fuck me. Just make sure you're lubed up if you want my ass."

"I'll keep that in mind, I guess." Pat says, and they continue with the work. Pat has to explain most of the lesson to Zoey, but after five minutes, they're both finished with it. Yet another two minutes pass before an older man, gray hair and a beard just as faded. He's wearing a tie and pair of dress shoes, and nothing else aside from his teacher ID. Beneath his tie is thin chest hair, a little darker than the hair on his head. His body is obviously aged, but still fit. His cock, about the size of Pat's, is wet with pussy juice, and there's cum on his waist and belly, meaning he probably used both the boys and girls in 'detention'.

"Sorry about that. Teacher's meeting. Again." He says in a deep gruff voice. Zoey and about half the class roll their eyes at this. "Just open your books to page one hundred and ehh..."

"One hundred and nineteen, sir." One of the females on the far side correct him.

"Nineteen, one hundred and nineteen. Of course..." He says, as he grabs his copy of the book and makes his way over to the girl to answered. Pat pulls his own copy out of his bag. It seems to be the equivalent of a Shakespeare novel, at least until the teacher started to read it out loud to the class. On top of it being translated to a more modern English, of course it was completely sexualized. It was erotica. Well written, but erotica nonetheless. Pat wasn't able to read the first 118 pages, but from what he gathers, it's a romance. The teacher calls on one of boys to read, and Pat begins to piece together the story of a family in the renaissance era, and the strife princess feels when she's told she's going to be married to a prince from another family. While the princess sits at a long table with her family, she prepares to the drop the news.

"Very good Martin, eh..." He says, looking right at Pat

"Pat."

"Pat. You read until the bottom of 122" The teacher orders, his cock bulging against the cheek of the girl from earlier, who seems completely disinterested. Pat clears his throat, and tries to calm himself down. He can have sex in class, but reading to the class is still a bit nerve wracking. He looks around, and the sight of about a dozen students not paying attention to him, instead having sex or working on assignments from other classes help a bit. He looks to the book and reads aloud.

'Now was the perfect time' she thought. Her mother was orally servicing one of the guards, and father was using one of the maids. She cleared her throat and looked to her brother, Gregory, before admitting her secret.
"No father" she said, "I don't want to marry Percy. The truth is, I'm in love with another!" She got up and-

Pat paused, and read the rest of the sentence to himself before continuing reading to the class.

She got up and walked to her brothers seat before sinking down onto his cock.
"I want to marry Gregory, my brother. As you did yours." She says to her mother.
The mom gasps around the cock in her mouth. "Is this true Gregory?" She asks to her son.
'Yes mother, I love Gwyn, and her great tits' he proclaimed to his mother, as Gwyn's breasts bounced in front of his head.
He leans in and takes one of her puffy nipples into his mouth, and sucks on it.
"He has cum inside me three times since this morning. We're in love!" Gwyn states, spreading her ass to show the semen dripping from her holes.
'Enough!' The father yells, as his cum splatters against the maids face.
'Even so, we've already made the preparations! What will we say to the Caul family?!'
'I don't care! We'll fuck in the streets as beggars if we have to!' The princess proclaims in defiance...

And then the page ends. "Thank you Mat, okay Liz, you read 123." The teacher says to Pat. The scene continues until the mother is fucking the son, and the father is fucking the daughter, but neither can convince the parents to call the wedding off, and the chapter ends. "Alright, here's a review sheet for everyone, it's due tomorrow." The teacher says. Pat decides to try to work on it, but is a bit distracted.

"That chapter was hot as hell, right?" Zoey says. Pat turns to answer, and is greeted to the sight of Zoey's spread legs as she pushes a small vibrating bullet dildo in and out of her ass. "You should see the movie adaptation, it's way less tame and shit."

That was tame? The movie is probably just porn. The distracting sound of the vibrator is enough to make Pat decide to finish it after school.

"Do you ever stop, y'know... masturbating?"

"Hey now, I'm just as horny as you are." She points to Pat's hard-on. That chapter really was hot. But for once, Pat decided against dealing with it. Instead, he lays his head on his desk and waits out the last few minutes of school. It's been a long day. A long, sex filled day. It's a wonder his stamina has kept up. He almost falls into a nap, if it weren't for the low buzz sounds coming from Zoey. Thinking about the book he just read, the story of a brother and sister in love, and what Zoey told him helped make up Pat's mind. When class is over, he's going to find Alex and apologize. Finally, the last bell rang. As the class left the room, Zoey caught up with Pat.

"So, you gonna go make up with your sis?"

"Hopefully..."

"Well, if it goes to shit, you can call me and talk about it. Or come over to my place and I can cheer ya up" She says with smirk.

"Umm, I'll keep that in mind, thanks. Seeya later." Pat says with a wave.

"Later." Zoey says, and walks outside as Pat made his way to the lockers.