Class is in session.

Yeah, no, ok, sure, right, uh huh, yeah, this just made the most sense. Of course the woman who accidently deepthroated him in the hallway was his new professor. What happened to the old professor? Lloyd wasn't going to ask. He knew that whatever it was, it was stupid.

Any anxiety or trepidation he had in him just left as he trudged over to an open seat in the crowded lecture hall, mumbling, "Sorry I'm late."

"No need to apologize, I'm the reason you were held up as it was. As I was saying, my name is professor Paira Sweettits and I will be replacing professor Charles Barnes for all of his psychology courses."

Lloyd planted himself at an empty desk, barely taking in anyone around him. Inevitably, some guy in the back asked, "Where'd Barnes go? Did he quit, Prof Sweettits?"

Lloyd was just impressed that no one laughed or snickered at her name.

"From my understanding, Professor Barnes decided to accept a research position with a private company. I believe it had to do with the affects of polyamorous facefucking on the minds of young women. I'm sure we all can't wait to analyze the results of his work."

A small rumble of conversation rose through the lecture all, everyone sincerely discussing what Sweettits had just said. Lloyd just slid down in his chair. He wasn't even surprised anymore. He was completely ready to just sit through a class where he wasn't going to learn any actual psychology.

"Alright everyone, settle down, settle down. Now, I don't want to waste too much time in transitioning to a new professor, so let's just jump right into some work. I tend to be a very hands on instructor." Lloyd scoffed. Yeah, she was. "I want everyone to break into groups of three and discuss last nights reading, paying particular attention to the section on the Bystander Effect. Be ready to share a time in your life where you may have experienced it."

Other students around the room were starting to triple up and Lloyd was genuinely shocked. That's it? Just right into actual schoolwork? No bullshit about someone grinding on his dick or motorboating some fat titties being the best learning method? Holy fucking mother of fuck, it was amazing! He hadn't done the reading but, hey, baby steps.

Lloyd turned to the person closest to him on his left. He hadn't tried to get to know anyone when his college year started, he didn't want to give anyone the excuse of beating him up or pepper spraying him for existing. But with his Lucky Stone, surely he could -

A pale goth face gazed back him, immaculate eyeliner and black lipstick decorating a gorgeous view framed by a wild mess of black curls. She wore a tiny mess top over what could only be a tiny black bikini top decorated with white skulls, her titflesh screaming to get out. A pair of dark daisy dukes fit over a taut, fat ass and her long legs ended in a pair of knee high platform combat boots.

"Uh..." drooled Lloyd.

"Kat," said the big tiddie goth.

Lloyd managed to circulate some blood back to his brain. "Lloyd."

"We need a third, huh?"

For a moment, all of Lloyds thoughts were of two stacked goth babes taking turns sucking and fucking his cock, making out with each other and fingering each and eating each other out and -

"Hey, prof! We need a third and everyone's already taken!" Kat yelled out with her hand raised.

"Oh!" Exclaimed Sweettits. "I'll join you two, then!"

Lloyd's eyes widened as he started to piece together what was going to happen. Kat noticed.

"Hey man, you good?" She asked as Sweettits pulled a chair next to them, her chest bouncing as she plomped herself down. "You're looking kind of freaked out."

Sweetits seemed to take a genuine concern. "Are you feeling stressed? Do you need to use me like a cocksleeve and relieve yourself?"

Lloyd winced as Kat exclaimed, "WHAT?"

How in good god damn was this woman a professor of psychology!? In what fucking reality is that EVER a question to ask someone in public!? Who the fuck approved hiring her!? Did she accidently get thier cock in her ass or something!?

"It's so shameful," Sweettits replied in a massive fucking understatement. "On the way into class this morning, I accidently took his thick fuckstick into my tight throatpussy and swallowed a whole gallon sized load of his tasty, gooey cum, all without his consent!"

Kat went from shocked to incredulous to downright confused, her eyes eventually sending a quizzical look to Lloyd as he just sat there staring into the middle distance.

"So," she continued, "in order to pay for the horrible thing I've done, I've sworn to be his on call free-use fuckslut until I feel like I've paid for my crime."

Kat was now fully staring at Lloyd and Lloyd was very pointedly looking at nothing. "To answer your question," he eventually spoke up, "no, I do not need any stress relief."

"Hold on," Kat interjected. "So, if he told you to bend over the desk and pull your skirt up so he could fuck you in the middle of class, you'd do it? No question?"

Professor Sweettits nods her head. "I'd even moan out like a bitch in heat and call him Daddy Fat Cock if he told me to."

Lloyd coughed, trying very hard to gain control of the conversation. "Hey, so, the Bystander Effect, right? Uh, how did you -"

Kat whipped her head around to look him dead in the eyes. "Do it."

Lloyd was frozen for a moment. "Uh...do what?"

Kat's eyes were basically glowing. "Tell her to bend over the desk so you can fuck her. Do it."