Another day at Lake City High School

Authors Note: Everyone is over 18 years old.

This is a completely standalone piece, but it is part of a three part (soon to be 5 part) collection of stories that all take place in the same High School and follow Tommy (which will eventually find their way here). If that sounds cool to you, please check out the Patreon where I upload 4 to 8 stories a month. Thank you so much, and enjoy the story!

The Week Before

Mrs. Tina Anderson walked across her classroom floor. She had specifically made the classroom as structured as possible to mirror a university lecture hall rather than a high school classroom. The students were encouraged to talk more openly, to go to the bathroom without asking for permission, and all that was asked in return was that they held themselves and each other to the highest standard of education.

Mrs. Anderson was extremely intelligent as one of the few teachers at Lake City High School with a master’s degree, as well as extended certifications in the subject of physics. Those who didn’t put any effort in, smart or not, tended to fail her class and hated her, but those who worked hard, as this class had, came out of it fulfilled and believing her to be their favorite teacher.

The only time she lost any sort of respect was from peers who didn’t agree with her choice to wear jeans and T-shirts in the classroom because they believed just because she was a naturally curvy woman, she should be wearing clothes that hid her body. She did nothing to sexualize herself, and she made it clear to the staff and to the principal that any sexualization being done was society’s fault. A girl with fewer curves could wear the same T-shirts and jeans and never be told a word.

All of this was an effort to create an environment where hard-working students could see that education could be fun as well as disciplined. Now, the class sat in silence as none of them could answer her last question. “There is a 99% chance that this question is on your AP exam, so the fact that none of you know it this close to the end is slightly concerning.” She looked to Samantha, a sure-fire bet for valedictorian. “Samantha?”

The beautiful young blonde girl vigorously went through her notes with a frustrated expression, her pencil resting upon her lips. She looked at her favorite teacher. “I’m not sure, Mrs. Anderson.”

The teacher could sense her student’s disappointment. She felt bad for her because she related to the young girl heavily. Extremely intelligent, but the 18-year-old had developed similar assets to her teacher, with large breasts and a large butt, which occasionally made her male peers take her less seriously. Perhaps that’s why Mrs. Anderson was extra tough on the girl, knowing that she needed to develop that thick skin early on.

She looked toward one of her other top students, “Mr. Darius.” Darius was the current president of the Black Student Union, as well as the star of the school’s basketball and tennis teams. He spoke with the confidence of a president, but could also joke around with his classmates. A gifted kid with this much charisma was a unicorn. Currently, he was looking around at the physics posters that were taped up to the concrete walls of the classroom to try and get any sort of hint. “Yeah, the answer is very easy and right on the tip of my tongue.” He wasn’t hiding that he was trying to buy time, but he did it in such a way that was endearing. “Oh, I got it, umm, the angular momentum stays the same, moment of inertia decreases, and angular speed increases.”

He was close, but not quite. When Tommy Townsend raised his hand, she didn’t expect much. He was one of those kids whose mother insisted he take the highest-level classes because she had been extremely smart as well. After all, she had graduated right alongside Mrs. Anderson. Her son, however, well-mannered as he was, did not share that same level of intelligence. “Is the answer blueberry pancakes?” He looked nervous as he asked the question

Samantha rolled her eyes. “Of course he doesn’t know, he was probably too busy, staring at the girls in the class.”

That she couldn’t agree with Samantha, she was proud of her for being one of the few girls willing to stand up to Tommy. He never did anything outwardly, outrageous, and every boy his age tends to stare a little too long, but Tommy went above and beyond. Samantha even suggested that he might’ve taken pictures of some of the girls when they weren’t looking, which is its own issue completely and something Tommy has disavowed.

“Of course it’s not blueberry pancakes.” He was never a class clown, so the comment came a little bit out of nowhere. He scribbled furiously into his notebook. Hopefully he’s writing down to never try to tell a joke like that again in class, she thought to herself. But he raised his hand again and asked, “Are you sure the answer isn’t blueberry pancakes?”

“Of course it’s blueberry pancakes,” Mrs. Anderson said. She rubbed her forehead. “Sorry, I am not sure how I forgot that one.” The students added the answer to their notebooks.

How strange, she thought to herself.

* * *

Later in gym class, Coach Gomez was walking the high school seniors through their exercises. They were stretching, and then he moved them around for their volleyball lesson. He had been a D1 volleyball player and had greatly enjoyed his college experience, but now he was an overweight, unmarried high school coach. It was hard for him sometimes to be around these 18-year-old women and not feel the slight allure of his glory days calling back to him.

After all, before he lost his hair, he had been quite the looker, but the classes at Lake City High School were always quite serious since it was a magnet school. Almost everyone there took education seriously, even the physical kind. So he lamely walked the students through the warm-up and through the proper ways to hit the ball, even though most of them didn’t care or weren’t paying attention in the first place.

His favorite students were the girls on the volleyball team who were all in this class. The captain was a tall blonde named Sydney Sampson. She walked around the class and helped him out when teaching other students, and she would often come have meetings to talk about formations and ideas for practices. She was also one of the few girls who wore her volleyball shorts to PE class, which was always a nice sight for the teacher.

Things were well underway when he spotted Tommy in the corner sitting on the bench writing stuff down. “Hey, what are you writing?”

Tommy finished his sentence and then looked up. “What?”

Coach Gomez looked again; he hadn’t been writing anything. How odd. “Never mind. You’re doing exactly what you should be doing.” Coach Gomez couldn’t believe he had questioned him. Tommy Townsend was always doing exactly what he was supposed to be doing. He turned around to continue teaching the class.

* * *

That night, Carly Townsend was sitting patiently at her table, praying that her son’s day at school went well. The kid just hadn’t been the same since his father left all those years ago with his slutty secretary. After that, Carly turned to the church in her community, where she had found a passion for serving others and prayer. She was praying now for her son’s excellence in education and also hoping that he made some extra friends today. He wasn’t a loner or particularly lame, but he never seemed to have anyone he could call a best friend, and Carly knew just how important that was for a boy his age.

She was dressed in a pair of baggy sweatpants and a sweatshirt since she had been able to work from home that day, but she still had her cross necklace on, which she was gripping tightly.

Tommy was the only man left in her life, and she desperately wanted to be a good mother for him, and a part of her even hoped that he wouldn’t resent her for leaving his father.

“Hi Mom,” her son said from the top of the steps behind her.

“Tommy, I didn’t even hear you come in.”

“I didn’t. Just got tired of walking home.” He sat down next to his mom and took her by the hand. “You OK, Mom?”

She considered just saying yes, but she wanted to be honest with her son. They only had each other after all. “I just get worried about you. There’s so much stuff going on in this world, and the rise of artificial intelligence,the news is saying that it’s melting your brain. I don’t want your brain to melt. You’re my smart kid, right?”

“Yeah, Mom, I don’t even use any of that stuff anyway. Besides, I told you I’m fine. I’ve been writing stuff down in that journal Dad sent me for my birthday, and it’s really been helping.”

“Like a therapy tool?” his mom asked.

“Kinda,” he said. “I like your outfit today, by the way.”

“Oh, thanks, honey. Really, it’s nothing.” She had been working remotely that day, so she figured she might as well put on her fuck-me stiletto heels, see-through negligee teddy, and of course the ensemble wouldn’t be complete without her dildo necklace in case she needed something to suck on.

One Week Later

Mrs. Tina Anderson’s AP Physics Class:

Mrs. Anderson bunny-hopped into her classroom with two hands in front of her, her legs pressed close together, and her knees slightly bent. She had taken the liberty of drawing on whiskers to fully play into her character, and was currently dressed in a full Playboy bunny costume, which fit rather snug on her beautiful, yet older body, showing the curves of motherhood, including her thick thighs, wide waist, and those large Irish breasts that were once meant to take care of loads of children, but in this costume were just extra sexual appeal as her massive mammaries struggled against the tight, soft fabric. Of course, the costume wouldn’t be complete without the bunny ears, which rested upon her brown hair and were realistic enough to have a little bit of flop.

All of the students laughed at her entrance, while others applauded her commitment as she went over to a plate that had been set out for her on the table where she had once kept the class’s daily worksheets, and started eating out of it without using her hands, like a bunny would.

Of course, the 40-year-old teacher knew that she wasn’t a bunny, because that would be utterly ridiculous. No, instead, this had become her daily tradition for her entire career as a teacher,or at least it felt that way, even though she could strangely only recall two or three times that it had happened. Every day in the morning, she would arrive at school dressed in her jeans and “Physics Rocks” shirt, and the students would have already picked out the type of animal ears which would represent her for the day.

Just yesterday, she ran in on all fours wearing nothing but a collar as her ass wagged back and forth excitedly, begging the students for pets. Of course, the costume wouldn’t have come complete without a number of her students fucking her doggy style. She remembered barking as they did so like a good girl, and it made her extremely wet.

The students were always respectful, though, as they would only take 30 to 40 minutes of class time to mess with their pet before allowing her the opportunity to teach some physics. There was always a bit of a challenge for her, though, because the quicker they could get to the sexual activity, the quicker they could begin the lesson for the day. For today, she was pretty sure she had it figured out.

“You’re such a cute bunny!” Vinny, one of her top students, shouted.

“Yeah, shake that cotton tail,” Samantha, previously one of her top students and now one of the biggest perverts in the class who rarely did her work, shouted.

The bunny costume they picked out for her was fully white, so she could only assume that she was a snow bunny. Which made sense, considering it was their only Black student in the class, Darius’s, birthday. She bounced over to him, aware of the effect that her bouncing was having on her big boobs and fat butt.

The students’ applause let her know she was on the right track.

Darius looked around at the class. “Really, guys? For me? You shouldn’t have.” Like everyone else in the school, he was completely banned from wearing underwear, so all he had to do was lower his sweatpants down to expose his large erection. He couldn’t even believe that other schools required underwear. All of the guys at Lake City High School, especially Tommy, had big enough dicks that he couldn’t even imagine them stashing those things inside some tight underwear.

The moment she saw his big cock, Mrs. Anderson yelled out, “I’m a slutty, cock-sucking teacher!” She had to spank herself for saying that. When she was in animal form, she wasn’t allowed to use human words, so she gave herself one big spank per word. She just couldn’t help herself, though, whenever she saw a big cock, it was necessary for the ginger teacher to shout out how much of a cocksucker she was.

She accepted the spanks happily before returning to her bunny character as she bounced her fake cotton tail up into his face, making sure to bend over to make her already big ass fill his vision. She shook it in his face. One thought kept playing in her head: I’m such a fuckable bunny. I’m such a good snow bunny. I love black cock. I’m such a good snow bunny. Her costume was pre-programmed with those thoughts to help her once she found her secret goal for the day.

The class cheered uproariously as Darius grabbed her by the hips and turned their teacher around so that her face was pressed right against his cock. It smelled like tomato soup. Cocks lately had all begun to smell like all of her favorite foods, which made each of them more irresistible.

Mrs. Anderson dove onto it with full abandon. A good bunny doesn’t use her hands, so she made sure to use her tongue and mouth as well as possible, caressing the long black shaft with her tongue. Amazingly, her students had outdone themselves, and she felt her vocabulary returning to her the more she sucked on Darius’s cock. “Thank you for your big, black cock, daddy,” she said, diving back down, making sure to shake her big fat ass while she sucked him down. “I’m such a good snow bunny physics teacher for you.”

She bobbed her head again and again, making sure to treasure the feeling of every one of his veins along her tongue, enjoying the ridge-like feeling of the wrinkles on his balls. The more she gobbled up his member, the more she felt her brain fill with the idea of worshipping his black cock. It was her right place as a white woman to serve him. To help him, to be his to use. As she drank up his pre-cum, the movement of her hands returned to her, and the first thing she did was rip down her bunny costume so that her tits were fully exposed.

He admired her large areolas and pink, puffy nipples, watching them bounce up and down against his thigh as she continued to service him. “Please cum for me, daddy.” He was getting close, until finally his legs buckled and he shot a fresh load into her mouth. She drank up as much as possible, the flavor making her orgasm as well. “Hold onto the rest for a second!” she said, now fully back to her normal self since her job was finished. Mrs. Anderson went over to her desk and grabbed her portable cum bottle, where she used to store all of her extra from her delicious cock-sucking, and brought it closer so that she might keep some of Darius’s for later. It was so delicious. “Thank you for waiting, daddy. Sorry, Darius. I guess some of the programming stuck with me.”

She sat down on her personalized teaching dildo, with vibrating features. Like every teacher, she had been given the choice for how she wanted her dildo to be shaped and she chose Tommy Townsend’s cock because of how perfect it was. As she descended onto it she felt herself filled exactly how she wanted to be.

She let out an audible moan before saying, “Alright, class. Let’s talk physics,” Mrs. Anderson announced, her voice breathy as she sank deeper. The thick shaft stretched her perfectly, and every small shift of her hips sent ripples of pleasure through her body. She clicked the remote, and the smartboard lit up with today’s lesson title: Advanced Sexual Dynamics: Thrust, Friction, and Orgasmic Energy Transfer.

“Today we’re covering Newton’s Third Law as it applies to fucking,” she began, bouncing lightly. “For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. When Darius slammed his big black cock down my throat earlier, my pussy clenched in response.”

She pictured his cock again, and her mouth started watering. “Equal and opposite. The harder he thrust, the wetter I got. Questions?”

Samantha’s hand shot up immediately. “Mrs. Anderson, does that mean if I ride Tommy reverse cowgirl, my ass slapping his balls will boost his yummy cum production?” As she spoke she took her phone out and started recording her sexy teacher fuck herself. Despite her high class ranking, she had made quite the name for herself as the school perv.

It wasn’t uncommon to find Samantha touching herself through her pants in the hallway while watching a video she took under the girls bathroom stall or pictures of the boys as they walked to their cars. Honestly Mrs. Anderson was surprised that a girl that was distracted was able to keep her class rank.

“Excellent question!” Mrs. Anderson moaned as she ground down harder, staring dead into the eye of the camera.

Might as well put on a show, she figured

“Precisely. The reaction force travels through the balls and increases seminal volume. We call this the ‘CumBooster Effect.’ Named after the famous Argentinian scientist that discovered while fucking at the Nobel and Noclothes Convention.”

As an AP teacher she was familiar with all of her students’ learning strategies, and Samantha was fully hands on, so she looked for the perfect partner. “Vinny, could you be a lamb and demonstrate on Samantha while I explain conservation of momentum.”

“Gladly Mrs. A! Your thighs are looking great by the way.” Vinny, always the charmer, didn’t hesitate. He stood up and walked over to the best student in the class, bent her over her desk and started thrusting while the class took notes. The wet slapping sounds provided perfect background rhythm for the lecture. Samantha with a dumb drunken smile flipped her camera so that she could film her own fat ass getting pounded.

Mrs. Anderson continued, “Now, angular momentum. Remember how I was spinning on Darius’s cock like a good little snow bunny? As my moment of inertia decreased,because I tucked my knees in tighter,my rotational speed increased. That’s why I was able to spin faster and milk him more efficiently.” She illustrated by twirling on her dildo chair, bunny ears flopping wildly.

Darius raised his hand. “So if I increase my stroke length while keeping force constant, does that transfer more kinetic energy into the girl’s G-spot?” “Absolutely, birthday boy! Energy transfer is maximized through resonance. When the cock’s natural frequency matches the pussy’s- that’s perfection.”

She stood up briefly, the dildo making an obscene pop as it left her, then walked to the board with cum trickling down her thighs. “Let’s move on to thermodynamics. Heat always flows from hot bodies to cold ones. My massive udders, for example,” she cuppep them and jiggled them for emphasis, “are high-temperature zones. When pressed against a student’s face, heat transfers rapidly, causing immediate erection in the receiver. This is why motorboating is an exothermic reaction.”

“Do we have any volunteers from the audience.”She was sure Samantha would raise her hands, but the girls seem too distracted with the cock pounding into her. Mrs. Anderson walked around the class cupping her tits the whole time. “Nobody wants the extra credit?”

Tommy raised his hand in the back. “I do!”

“Excellent, Tommy!” she ran over to the smaller senior and with both of her hands cupped and squeezing her huge boobies together she rubbed them in the senior space. “Can you feel that warmth Tommy!”

“Oh yeah Mrs Anderson, that’s thermodynamics allright.” They were both thoroughly enjoying themselves. Something Mrs. Anderson knew because she could feel his hard erection press against her negligee panties of her bunny lingerie, but that’s when Tommy did something completely unacceptable. He took Mrs.Anderson’s nipple in his mouth and bit down. She jumped off of him and said, “Tommy, it is completely disrespectful for you to bite my nipples during class time. you are to meet with me after school and you better bring your mother. Do you understand me?”

Tommy nodded his head slowly. She hated when she had to discipline her AP students like Kindergartners, but they could fuck her and force their dicks down her throat, but her nipples were to be played with not bitten.

Mrs. Anderson cleared her throat and said warmly, “Entropy is our next topic. The universe tends toward disorder, which is why orgies break out spontaneously during finals week. The second law of thermodynamics states that in a closed system,like this classroom,chaos and bodily fluids only increase. That’s why we have the mandatory cum-mop station by the door.” She pointed to Amy. Once the school’s cheerleader, now she patiently sat by the door and waited to be ordered around for whenever it was cum cleaning time. She had been a smart girl but always kind of a bully so this seemed like a better position for her overall.

“For example, right now, “Mrs Anderson said while walking through the desk as her different male and female students took turns spanking her fat ass, " I see some cum stains on the ground. Amy, come do your job.” The cheerleader crawled over and got to work licking up her classmates cum. There was a decent amount, so Mrs. Anderson got down on all fours with her. It wasn’t her favorite part of the job, but some teachers by their students pencils with their own money, Mrs. Anderson just figured that cleaning up to help the cum-mop was part of those extra things teachers just don’t get the rewards for.

“Hey Mrs.Anderson! Isn’t friction physics too? Like if I stick my fingers in that wet pussy.”

Mrs. Anderson turned and found herself face to face with a yummy cock. “I’m a slutty, cock-sucking teacher!” She spanked herself before rewarded the student who fingered her by sucking him off quickly under the desk. “Mmm, excellent work. Your load tastes like strawberry shortcake today.” Behind her Amy was licking up spare cum robotically.

One student said, “Amy, I got some about to drip onto the ground!” So Amy crawled over obediently and with an O shaped mouth and accepted the boy’s huge load. He took his cock out and ran it through her pretty blonde hair.

Darius made sure to take notes the whole time, and he called out, “Mrs. A, what about quantum physics? Is a cock in someone’s pants hard or soft?”

“Schrödinger’s Erection!” Mrs. Anderson announced triumphantly, standing up with fresh cum on her chin. “The cock exists in a superposition of hard and soft until observed by a horny teacher. Which is exactly why all you studs aren’t allowed to wear underwear. It makes it sooo easy for me.”

“You sure are easy,” Vinny yelled out from underneath Samantha as the girl rode him reverse-cowgirl.

“Alright, settle down,” Mrs. Anderson chuckled, sitting back on her dildo with a satisfied sigh.

“Final topic: wave mechanics. Orgasms are standing waves. When the amplitude builds high enough, SQUIRT ,we achieve constructive interference and total release.” She rubbed her clit while riding, building toward her own demonstration. “Watch closely… here comes the crest,oh fuck yes!”

Her orgasm hit like a tidal wave, juices spraying across the front row. Students applauded and took notes on the “splash zone radius.”

Samantha came too. “SOOO much cum!” she yelled, “I love physics!”

As the bell approached, Mrs. Anderson panted, “Remember, class: physics isn’t just equations. It’s the beautiful dance of bodies, fluids, and forces. Homework: fuck at least two study partners and document the momentum transfer. Due tomorrow.”

She dismounted the dildo with a wet pop and gave the class a playful wink, bunny ears still slightly askew. Another perfectly productive physics lesson at Lake City High.

In the back, Tommy smiled and jotted one last satisfied note in his notebook.

“And Tommy, don’t forget to see me after school.

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