Fucking Miss Iwara and Breaking Murayama

Matsuda watched Miss Iwara's pussy lips swallow his cockhead and bulge as he fed her inch after inch of his thick shaft. His hands were holding her widely spread thighs from below and he pulled her naked ass across the desk as he drove up into her, feeling a wild thrill at the thought of actually fucking his teacher. The attractive older woman groaned, her eyes squeezed tight as her hands found some papers on her desk and crumpled them.

"You like that cock?" he asked her with a perverted grin.

She managed to roll her eyes at him and do a little shake of her head before his slow thrust sent her head back and her teeth biting her lip. He helped himself to a grab of both her breasts as they rocked with his thrusts, tweaking her pebbly brown nipples lightly. She didn't really react to that but he hardly cared, just the fact that he was now grabbing her tits without any censure was great. Though it hardly beat the sensation of her velvety hot cunt wrapped around his dick!

Sex was fun. Just back and forth, dragging his dick back and forth inside of her. It felt amazing and the way she reacted, making the teacher who was so calm and collected mewl and writhe beneath him, was beyond awesome. Matsuda had to chuckle as he felt her moisture on him, "You say that but you're so fucking wet, Miss Iwara-uh or can I call you, Aimi? I can, can't I?"

"Oh! Oh! Ah-a- you know you c-caahn- ah!"

Murayama really wished Motohama would let her return to her seat. Kneeling down beside Katase's legs as the boy had sex with her was awkward. But she couldn't go anywhere, the hand he kept on her shoulder started exerting downward pressure every time she tried to get up.

Her best friend was rocking back and forth upon Kanae's desk as Motohama bounced his hips off her butt. She kept awkwardly apologizing to Kanae as the motion of their rutting kept bringing them into contact. Kanae was being pretty understanding about it since there was a good reason for the personal space invasion: Motohama bending you over and sticking his dick in you was something that just happened.

Murayama had been partially afraid that Motohama had been holding her down here in order to have her do sex stuff with her best friend so she was quite relieved when he suddenly pulled out of Katase and thrust his hard penis towards her. She opened her mouth and sucked it inside, bringing her hands up to lightly hold his hips, immediately feeling about ten times better now that she wasn't just awkwardly hanging out on her knees next to them having sex. She took solace as she sucked in doing something the majority of her classmates had been alternately engaging in before Matsuda had barged in and started being weird.

She was less enthused about the very distinctive taste of Katase's juices in her mouth but there wasn't anything she could do about that.

Soon enough Motohama withdrew and started fucking Katase again but Murayama was feeling a lot better about her situation now that she knew there was a good socially acceptable point to her being here. Every few thrusts Motohama would stop fucking Katase and Murayama hovered close, ready to accept his dick into her mouth whenever he stuck it out towards her. It was such a natural almost reflexive thing, filling her mouth with his warm silky soft yet hard tool. Relaxing even to the point where it annoyed her when he took it from her to stick back inside her best friend who was starting to feel a bit like a rival.

"Hey, man!" Matsuda's voice was overly loud as he protested, "Katase's mine! I had her first, man! Dibs!"

"What?! Ah Oh!" exclaimed Katase between pants as Motohama thrust one more time before giving his dick to Murayama to suck, "I'm totally not! Just because you- Why- You have Miss Iwara for that! Leave me out of it!"

Motohama was giggling, "Oh man, that's funny!" He loudly slapped Katase's ass, "She's letting me do whatever I want and won't let you... what is your power wearing off?"

"No, dick! Its just different now, I guess! I mean- I was totally getting that treatment earlier. Whatever, man. I'm just going to fuck your girl then!" Murayama's stomach dropped as she realized that he meant her.

Motohama laughed, "Yea okay."

Then he extracted his dick from her mouth in time for her to respond as Matsuda approached, his... his stupidly big dick swinging side to side, "You are not having sex with me, Matsuda! Don't you dare come any closer!"

He slowed a bit but kept coming, "You know I could just make you fuck me-even beg for it with just a few words?"

She glared at him, "Yea right! I'm not Miss Iwara, I don't have to listen to you!"

Matsuda laughed and brought his hands to rub his head as if in disbelief before he dropped them and smirked villainously down at her. "Oh yea? And what about... now?" He took a carefully measured step forward and her gaze dropped to watch his fat cock head invade the space in front of her face. She resolutely lifted her chin and stared into his eyes even as she ignored the urge to open her mouth and wrap her lips around his cock. It felt distinctly weird and off-putting not sucking it. There was a boy's dick in her face! She was being so rude but she didn't care!

Matsuda just stared down at her with that stupid smug look on his face, his big throbbing tool bobbing in front of her nose. Her mouth was watering in anticipation and she hated it. Miss Iwara had sort of collected herself and was trying to teach in the background but not too many students were paying her any attention. Murayama could feel the eyes on her and she could hear the whispering, wondering at her audacity not to suck on his thing even if he was being a jerk. It just wasn't done!

Well... she'd cut that knot. Motohama had stopped holding her shoulder so there was no reason she just couldn't stand up! So that's exactly what she did and she got to her feet. She crossed her arms over her breasts and gave him a smug look of her own.

He looked slightly disappointed for one moment before he shrugged and called out over his shoulder, "Hey Aimi! Tell Murayama she has to fuck me or you are going to fail her."

"Matsuda! That's not- Fine." the teacher's somewhat outraged tone bled into a dull monotone, "Murayama, please let Matsuda have sex with you or I'm going to fail you." It was beyond obvious she did not mean it.

"Don't try and use your special relationship with Miss Iwara like that! Its crass and gross! And you know what-" She did her best to lean in and loom over him , having to sort of sidle around his erection. Something of their normal relationship re-asserted itself as he flinched no doubt remembering all of the beatings she and Katase administered to him and Motohama for their perverted behavior. Getting the reaction she'd hoped for, she finished with a brilliant smile, "-I'm going to go sit down and learn. Try it."

She spun on her heel and went the her desk.

Murayama sat down and focused her attention on Miss Iwara, who was still trying to teach while wearing nothing but her bra tangled around her abdomen and her panties on her head like a hat. She'd probably forgotten about them as Motohama was clearly far too occupied with Katase to bother to put them back on every time she removed them like he had been doing earlier. The rest of the teacher's clothes were outside the open window in the courtyard where Motohama had casually tossed him. It suddenly occurred to her that she could button up her school blouse and snap her bra back on since he was distracted and she did just that.

She could feel Matsuda's eyes on her, staring at her as he rubbed his chin, standing in the aisle between desks. It was annoying. He could pretty much do whatever he wanted in this class because there was no way Miss Iwara was ever going to discipline him. Seriously why did the faculty assign him to Miss Iwara's class! Everyone knew about their relationship! There was nothing wrong with it in of itself but it was a clear recipe for disruption especially when you consider how much of a rude pervert Matsuda was! There were plenty of other teachers who weren't for all intents and purposes enslaved to Matsuda!

Murayama's eyes narrowed as Matsuda went up to Miss Iwara who stopped her lesson to listen as he spoke quietly to her. The teacher's eyes widened and she looked right at Murayama before she grimaced but soon started to nod and responding back to Matsuda. The class quickly became anxious, students exchanging worried glances and starting to whisper though Motohama and Katase were oblivious, still rutting away atop Kanae's desk.

Miss Iwara stepped away from Matsuda and quite clearly took a moment to collect herself, taking a deep breath as she looked up at the ceiling.

When she looked back down, her eyes fell on Murayama. Her stomach dropped as that gaze looked very stern and fierce. Miss Iwara then began to walk down the aisle towards her and she looked extremely angry. This seemed to be verified when her voice lashed out, "You idiotic girl! What were you thinking?!"

Murayama was too shocked by her swift change in demeanor to respond with anything more than, "Wha-What- I- didn't-"

Then Miss Iwara was at her desk and Murayama was being yanked out of it and dragged to the front of the room, "I told you to fuck Matsuda or you would fail this class! I am not going to let you sacrifice your future!"

She gasped as she was roughly pushed down over Miss Iwara's desk and her skirt was flipped up. "You will not become a delinquent in my care!" The teacher's hand thrust into the crack of her ass and her panties were ripped down, exposing her bottom and her privates to the entire class. The first stinging swat of Miss Iwara's hand on her left cheek shocked her back to her senses and she twisted around the hand pressing down on her back, "Ow! Stop that! You can't do this! I'll tell the principal! My parents! The police- the government! You'll be fired and thrown in jail!"

Matsuda spoke up, standing in front of the desk as he stroked his cock a mere few inches from her gasping face, "Actually... about that....see, it's quite normal for all the relevant authorities including students' parents to see any and all actions and decisions in the classroom by Miss Iwara to be acceptable due to her exceptional skill as a teacher."

The fire in Murayama guttered out in confusion. "Ow! Ow! I'm sorry!" she cried as Miss Iwara's hand kept coming down on her fleshy bottom. She didn't know what she'd been thinking. Defying Miss Iwara would be a fool's errand. She was just too beloved and highly respected. Her unorthodox teaching methods may make people a bit uncomfortable but no one could argue with her stunning educational results. Murayama had little doubt that if her mama were here witnessing this she wouldn't say a word against Miss Iwara, in fact she would assuredly bow her head and apologize and poor Murayama would see even more discipline at home.

Tears welled in her eyes at the shame and humiliation she was feeling and she was uncomfortably aware of a telltale tingling between her thighs that buzzed with every harsh slap of Miss Iwara's hand. She wanted to sink into the floor and be just about anywhere else and she found herself babbling and pleading with her teacher to stop. She was so bewildered, anxious, and bereft and left yearning for some sense of normalcy, that when someone's great big beautiful cockhead neared her face she glomped onto it for all she was worth.

She sucked on it hungrily, her hands reaching out to tug and pull Matsuda closer, stroking the meaty tool as she closed her eyes and focused only on what was in her mouth. He wasn't easy to suck being so large but that just made it easier to focus her attention off of her stinging ass and the watching class.

So focused on her blowjob was she that she didn't even notice when Miss Iwara's harsh words and violent slaps became soft soothing coos and gentle somewhat lewd caresses