Go to PE class

Alex slipped into the gymnasium just after the class had officially started. Miss Blake, the tall Phys Ed teacher, called out to the students to get the Volleyball court set up. The gym's wood floor was heavily waxed and shining, so it wasn't too difficult for them to first push the regulation sport trampoline into the center of the room. Next, in the middle a tall net was put up (modern volleyball is a bit more challenging.) Alex sweated as he helped place an abundance of pillows around the court in case of falling off. It seems every year, the number of pillows needed doubles. He glanced around. The walls were painted cinder blocks sporting health posters from the government: "Tit Sex is Safe Sex", "Got Milk?", and "Want a career in teaching, get Blessed!"

With the court setup, Miss Blake carefully climbed a white ladder to perch on the referee's podium. Her shoulder length red hair was swept back with a purple headband that matched her outfit. Being recently blessed just before graduating Summa Cum Laude, the young teacher sported some seriously mammoth melons. Conservatively fashioned though, her mini-dress and a green scarf covered her prodigious bosoms from prying eyes. Students found her rather shy. "Divide up by gender, shirts take the north side, skins start on the south side." she called out to the students and pointed directions. Being the school volleyball coach, she was taking every opportunity to get players ready for the upcoming season.

Alex thought that unfair, most of his friends had not returned from the Resistance meeting, so the shirts would be heavily outnumbered. He looked around. There were only 3 other gents attending class. Woefully, he got onto the trampoline and watched as Jason served up the ball. Jason was a jock with long arms and legs, but a short powerful torso. Luckily, Jason didn't have any trouble bounding high enough to clear the ball over the 5 meter net. On the other side his classmate 'busty' Becky tried to move back to return the ball. But, just as she swung her arms up she collided with her friend 'flat top' Heather. Together, they slanted sideways and bounded a few times in a topless tangle. A collection of pillows prevented any serious injury. The ladies murmured concern and presented a more unified set of fronts.

"Point", called Miss Blake.

That was the highlight of the game. After Jason's lone point, the sheer number of female opponents overwhelmed the Shirts. Occasionally, the teacher laughed, saying "Jeepers" in a light clear voice. Seething, Alex could only stare at bouncing breasts as his side was pummeled. Toward the end, he decided that he had to get even with Miss Blake. Resist!

After the game, while the players headed to the coeducational communal shower, Alex got some supplies from the janitor's closet and crept into the coach's office. Interminable waiting. soft boot steps, the door opened and Miss Blake strode into the room with her purple thigh-high leather boots. As she moved behind her desk and began to sit in her office chair, a RIP sounded down the length of her pantyhose. Bending down to see what she'd slid against, a SNIP and cold metal pressed against her backside. The minidress had been cut down her back! No longer constrained by the tight dress, her voluminous figure exploded forward and outward, pushing her dress down her arms and revealing cleavage from the gaping neck-line. A tingle of blood ran down her leg as Miss Blake's hands frantically searched over her body for the sharp objects attacking her.

Abruptly, the chair she was perched on was upset and the teacher went sprawling onto the floor. Her legs kicked up and scissored wildly, catching Alex in the head as he moved out from beneath her desk. "Holy Fuck!", he swore, as his nose started to bleed. Miss Blake thrashed under the chair on her back, pulling out a box-knife blade away that had been dangerously misplaced somehow. Her purple dress got wrapped in the chair legs, pinning her arms. Her chest and face was hugged against the chair back laying atop her.

Resistance, Alex thought, is a pain in the nose.

Alex kicked the chair and both the tangled teacher and the chair slid violently back until her head slammed against a female medical mannequin standing in the corner. The mannequin swayed and promptly crashed onto the chair with a soft whoomph. Miss Blake tried sliding her face out from under the chair and promptly two huge plastic bosoms of the mannequin covered her face udderly. Alex got up, wiped his nose, and then sat on the mannequin. Squishing the teacher prone on the floor under all of it, he grinned. Miss Blake found it hard to breathe as the mannequin's chest was covering her face. Alex tied the teacher's legs together as they frantically jerked, and then also onto the chair. He reached and tied his teacher's arms to the mannequin securely. She felt faint.

"Help!", Miss Blake cried, muffled by the mannequin's giant plastic tits. She struggled fitfully, but was disoriented and dazed. Her breathing was quick and shallow from all the weight pressed on her and on her face. After being tied up, fingers wiggled around her torso, found her bra, unsnapping it from the front. Pausing before pulling her green lace plunge bra from her body, Alex groped his teacher vigorously. Resorting to scissors, he retrieved her soft bra. Thankfully for Miss Blake, the pressure on her chest soon eased and the mannequin was shifted down. But almost immediately, her face was grabbed. The lace bra was folded and wrapped around her eyes while her pantyhose was bunched into a ball and jabbed into her mouth. Tied and gagged, Miss Blake wiggled on the floor mewling.

Alex took off his belt and slapped her with it a dozen times. Her muffled shouts and "eepers" didn't carry much beyond his own ears. Rummaging through the office, he spent an hour adjusting (among other things) a bicycle pump, an electric pencil sharpener, duct tape, deflated balloons, and a tube of lipstick. Until, WHIRRRH, the mannequin's new strap-on began pumping Miss Blake's cleavage. Involuntarily, she began hunching her shoulders to press her breasts tighter against the fake cock. Alex scrawled Graffiti on her ass ('I'm a fucking klutch'). WHIRRRH, the strap-on oscillated in a heated rhythm. Her breasts, naturally greased, gave pliantly rippling smooth flesh to the mannequin's thrusts. Whap!, Whap!, Alex began smacking her tits as they were fucked.

Mockingly, he moved up over her face and mounted the mannequins tits. Pushing them tightly around his erect cock, he began thrusting on his own in cadence with the electric pencil sharpener's rotation.

"Fuck'em", Alex cried and he fucked the giant fake tits. Not caring, he jammed them tightly around his cock and kept thrusting. "Fucking titties. Fucking big titties. Bigger than yours! Gonna cum on these fucking titties you dumb bitch." He groaned and pumped faster into the mannequin's cleavage. His gyrations caused the mannequin to move harder against the teacher's tits, pushing them up onto her chin and back down onto her chest with great ****. Whap!, Whap!, they began slapping in syncopation. Alex felt his cum collecting in his balls. He turned from the mannequin towards Miss Blake, Grabbing her long red hair he lifted her head and moved his cock to her face.

"Want to see?" Alex asked, as he slipped his cock under her green lace bra and spurted. Emptying himself, he left her soaked around her eyes.

Gathering himself, he collected the teacher's keys. Turning off the lights, he locked the door and closed the blinds as he left. Heading to English class, he paused to flush the keys down the John.