From Homeroom Honey to Wing Woman

Mrs. Hazlem nuzzled her face against John's cheek and nibbled at his earlobe playfully before whispering;

"Do you stll have that crush on Gracie Lin?"

Suddenly, John snapped out of his mindless sexual fog. He was very much aware of the classroom around him, the rows of students he knew and shared the hall with every day. He hadn't just fucked the Homeroom Honey; he'd done it in the middle of homeroom.

He turned his eyes nervously at Gracie's usual spot right at the front of the room -- less than ten feet from where John just shoved dick up his teacher's ass -- and there she was, her beautiful half-Asian face buried urgently in her biology textbook. That's right; they had a big exam coming up...

"How did you--"

"I'll take that as a yes," Mrs. Hazlem laughed. "Did you really think you were being subtle? I'd bet she's the only one who doesn't know, and that's just because she's too busy hiding the crush she has on you."

"What? She-- No..."

"She's been watching you since you came up here. Everyone else in the room was watching me, but she was watching you."

John imagined he saw Gracie glance up from her book for just a second. And was it the light, or was her face a little flushed?

"There's a new confidence in your eyes, John, and I'm more than a little flattered that my ass was all it took to help you find it. To be honest, you did incredibly well for your age, but I exaggerate that orgasm just a bit, both for your benefit and for hers. I figure the more I talk up your... skills... the better chance you've got. So, here's the plan; you're going to take me over there, right in front of her desk, and you're going to fuck my face like you fucked Ms. Varn's while you ask Grace out."

"Ask her out?" John hissed, "Just casually invite her to a movie while you're actively gagging on my cock? Are you serious?"

"Mmhmm..." Mrs. Hazlem moaned, idly stroking the cock in question, "This big guy seems to like the idea."

Without waiting for a proper answer, she took a strong hold of that guy and pulled John, dick-first, into position. Gracie looked up from her book, her eyes wide with nervous surprise as Mrs. Hazlem dropped to her knees.

"Don't mind us, Gracie," the teacher grinned, stroking John's cock at face-level. "John wanted to finish up over here, where the lighting's better. And the view."

She winked once at Gracie before running her tongue down the underside of John's dick, working her way down to suck his swelling balls into her mouth. From there, with his hot shaft pressed against her cool cheek, she made eye contact with John and winked at him too, before nodding insistently toward the girl, disguising the gesture by adjusting her angle.

"Uh," John gulped, carefully looking toward Gracie without looking at her. "Hi, Gracie."

Gracie smiled and nodded as casually as possible under the circumstances; "Hi, John. You, um, enjoying yourself?"

"Oh, yeah..."

Mrs. Hazlem popped off John's nuts and kissed his sensitive head. She slowly took between her tensed lips, pausing after she'd engulfed the head swirl her tongue around it.

"She is very good at this."

Mrs. Hazlem pulled back for just a moment; "It's easy when the cock tastes this good." She smiled and licked his shiny head like a lollipop, "And there's more than enough here to fill me right up!"

Then she plunged forward without warning, taking over half of John's length down her throat in one go. The message was clear; Keep it about you, and get to the point!

"So -- Ohhhh..." John fought to gather his thoughts, especially after Gracie's surreptitious glance at Mrs. Hazlem's passionate blowjob. "So, Gracie. Worried about the big Bio exam?"

"The whuh?" Gracie was confused for a moment, then seemed to notice the book in her hands for the first time. "Oh, yeah. The exam. Over sexual reproduction..."

John started to laugh, but it got caught in his throat as every muscle in his body tensed. Mrs. Hazlem's oral skills were just too good on top of everything else; John started to cum down her throat. She immediately pulled off of him again, but instead of taking the facial herself she jerked his spasming cock to the side and aimed it right at Gracie.

Jet after jet of his hot, sticky seed splattered across her stunned face as the biggest load John had ever produced coated Gracie Lin's face.

John stared dumbly at the sight in front of him, ripped straight from a wet dream. He should have apologized, or tried to clean her up, or done literally anything besides gawping in slack-jawed, post-coital amazement. Mrs. Hazlem, on the other hand, faked a cough to explain her sudden change of plans.

"I am so sorry, Gracie!" she jumped up and grabbed a box of tissues from her desk. "John didn't give me any warning, so I just panicked and bailed out. You know how it is..."

Gracie was still in shock, clearly not hearing any of what Mrs. Hazlem said. The teacher dabbed at her face for a bit, then rested a hand on her shoulder.

"Gracie, you in there? Look at me."

The girl turned slowly to meet her tender gaze.

"You run on to the bathroom and clean yourself up, okay? You know the one downstairs?"

Gracie nodded shakily as Mrs. Hazlem helped her to her feet.

"Run along now, sweetie. I'll tell Ms. Vasquez that I sent you on an errand, in case you're late to next period."

The dazed girl flew into motion, practically sprinting out the door. Mrs. Hazlem walked casually back to her desk and sat down, leaving John standing there before her class with his pants around his ankles and his limp dick hanging out the fly of his boxers.

"What the hell?!?" he demanded, yanking his pants into place as he waddled after her. "That wasn't the plan!"

"No, it wasn't," Mrs. Hazlem agreed, casually logging on to her computer. "But you weren't following the plan either. You were supposed to ask her out, not make small talk! -- Careful zipping your fly; you might want to tuck him out of the way, first."

"I was working up to it!" John insisted, slipping his flaccid member into his boxers before fastening his jeans.

"You were putting it off, hoping the bell would ring and get you out of it. I'm a teacher. I've seen that move a million times. So, I improvised; nothing breaks the ice like a facial."

Mrs. Hazlem smiled to herself for a moment, apparently lost in a memory. Then she seemed to remember that John was still there and scowled up at him.

"What are you still doing here? Go after her!"

Confused, angry, and **** to salvage whatever feeling Gracie might've had for him, John raced out of the classroom and down the hall.