First Period: English class.

You hop off the bus, feeling better than you ever have before. Finding your locker, you twirl the lock combination and fling it open, stuffing grabbing your books and binders for 1st through fourth period, after that was lunch! You carry a heavy pile in your arms as you dash to first period, when you suddenly trip on the floor. You land in a pile of paper and look up to see Austin, one of your bullies! Now, he was in no way shape or form in the condition to bully anyone in the school except you. He was pale, dorky and had thick rimmed glasses, but he had the support of the other brainy kids in school by being the head of the debate and chess club. In fact, he was so close to your position in the high school hierarchy, that he was bullied relentlessly as well! But someone has to be on the bottom…

“Thmooth moveths luther!” He cackled in a high pitched voice. What hurt the most was that a kid with a lisp could make fun of you and get away with it…

You sigh in frustration, nothing you weren’t used to at this point as you gather up your things. You continue jogging your way to first period when you hear the bell ring just as your hand reaches for the door. It opens before you can grab it, your teacher standing smugly in the doorway, Miss Finklehorn. She had a nice full-body for a 38 year-old woman, she looked more like she was in her late 20s. She had short brown hair and wore plain professional clothing.

“You’re late John… again.” She says bluntly with a shit-eating grin. Alexis Finklehorn was your 1st period English teacher, not to mention a real bitch! She loved feeling better than everyone else and it clearly showed whenever you turned in your papers. She loved giving herself compliments or goading others into doing so.

“Uh, sorry Miss Finklehorn.” You mutter, your eyes instinctively looking away from hers.

“You know the rules, 3 lates and you have to stay for detention. This is your last warning don’t let it happen again.” She turns curtly and heads up to her desk to prepare for class. You angrily take your seat in the back corner, separated from your classmates. Your eyes light up though as a naughty idea comes into your head, your cock hardening as it senses another opportunity to be played with. You subtly slip your hand into your pants when no one is looking and push the cock ring over your rising dick. You feel between your legs and confirm that in fact there is nothing there but your full testicles.

“Alright class, settle down. We’re going to be talking about last night’s reading: “Peter’s Ballad”, a short story by, ahem…” She gives a ridiculous condescending radiant smile as she looks around the room, “… Yours truly.” She gives a hearty chuckle at her… what even was that? A joke? The class looks at her slack jawed, unsure of how to react to her alien comment. “Why don’t we start with what you liked about it!” Jesus, her words were like penis repellant to you, but you had to bear through it. You focus on the chalkboard behind her as she speaks.

“Uh… I liked um… the words in it.” Steve mumbled slowly. Poor guy had taken too many hits to the head during football games, but he still managed to be mean to you. You watch Miss Finklehorn grin at the lackluster compliment, your flaccid penis poking out of the chalkboard behind her as the portal opens.

“I want all of you to know, I wrote that story when I was in college,” she says with an arrogant expression, her loving hands finding your shaft as she strokes you off in front of the class, your disjointed member hardening on the blackboard. “That’s when I knew I was meant for great literary things! My professor suggested I be an English major when he read my fabulous work.” You roll your eyes at her, barely able to keep up your cock as she gives a surprisingly talented handjob, her soft slender fingers teasing your tip as she lauds herself, no one reacting to her perverted act on a chalkboard gloryhole. Apparently she was no stranger to jerking off men, her tender hands caressing your penis, coaxing out pre-cum and smearing it on the rest of your shaft and staining her pristine fingers.

“I liked the theme of your story Miss Finklehorn!” you hear an Asian girl in front remark, you recognize her as Angela, your neighbor! Strange, she hadn’t been at the bus stop, though she might have been running late and was driven or perhaps she had an early marching band practice. In an experimental mood, you decide to shift your portal downwards, watching in awe as you’re the only one who noticed your cock disappear from the chalkboard, and reappear four feet lower. Your throbbing hard-on now jutting out of the brick wall, much lower to the ground.

“I completely agree with you Angela, I think the themes in my story are very rich and difficult to understand for most readers, but you’re a bright student!” You lick your lips as she undresses at the head of the class, unzipping her beige skirt and pushing it down to her feet and kicking it away. She hastily pulls down her plain white panties to her ankles, standing on one leg as she slips them off and tosses them uselessly onto her desk, her oblivious expression giving away that she has no idea she’s completely bottomless in front of her students. Her neglected pussy is tight and pink, and looks nothing like you would have imagined. You see she maintains a landing strip of hair above, which she manicures carefully. “The main theme of Peter’s Ballad is that life is complex and diverse!” she announces to the class with a beaming smile as she gets on her hands and knees, doggy-style in front of your eager cock near the ground. You feel her back up against your leaking cockhead and stifle your moan as you feel her tight pink slit enveloping your shaft. She’s pussy feels surprisingly good, her damp clenching vaginal walls massaging your cock in all the right places as she bounces her firm mature ass against the magic gloryhole. You helplessly writhe in your school desk as you watch your unaware English teacher continue to babble on about her short story while pumping your dick into her sopping cunt.

“Oh, fuck..!” You grunt, your cock twitching as your sperm boils up.

“Excuse me, Mr. Smith, do you have something to share?” You look up just in time to see your teacher glaring directly at you as you cum, blowing your thick load into her wet pussy, shooting jets of fresh gooey spunk deep into her sensual caressing cunt. She relentlessly slams her snatch down onto your cock, draining out every drop inside of her as she continues to stare at you without any indication that you just creampied your teacher.

“Ugh!” You groan erotically as your sensitive dick is pulverized by her contracting vagina, her slippery tight walls still gliding along your spent shaft. “N-nurse..! C-can I go to the nurse?”

She gives you a dirty look as she keeps bouncing against your sensitive cock, her pussy endlessly ravaging your manhood. “I don’t know, can you?”

“Hrk..! P-please may I go?” As soon as she nods her head, you spring out of your seat and run into the hallway, unable to stand her ravenous milking vagina any longer. You hastily shove your hand into your pants to remove the cock ring, your wilting over-stimulated penis sending a jolt of pain as it returns and brushes against your boxers. You gingerly stagger down the hall to the nurse’s office as you hear Miss Finklehorn’s echoing laughter at your expense.