Just another day at school

"You're late, Mr. Jones."

The teacher's voice was a low, annoyed hum. She didn't even bother to turn and face me. Her attention was glued to the chalkboard, where she was scribbling away at a math equation.

I didn't mind. It gave me ample time to check out her ass.

Her tight black pants were doing wonders for her plump, jiggling rear. Every swish her hips made when she walked was enough to have my cock stiffen in my jeans. The temptation of what I could do if I decided to turn my powers on was strong, and it would be so incredibly easy. I felt myself losing focus at the thought, my normally beginning to flicker back on.

But with a sigh, I resisted and moved along, saying, "Yeah, sorry about that, Ms. Miller. It's just that—"

"Don't care." The sound of scribbling chock echoed under her words.

"...What?"

There was chuckling from the easily amused students behind me.

"Don't care. You always have some sort of excuse." The math teacher's tone was flat and unbothered. Her focus was on the board. "You're late. Take a seat."

Ms. Miller has always been a grouch of a teacher. I'm not sure what her problem is. Maybe she has some sort of stick up her ass. Maybe it's menopause. Maybe she's just an old bitch. All I know is that she's a grade-A cunt. Her looks are the best thing she has going for her. I wonder if it's just natural for teachers to become cranky bitches.

She was practically goading me into using my power. I'd love to see how she'd react if I walked up and grabbed a handful of that fat ass. I wonder how she'd react if I spanked her in front of the class. She'd probably just accept it and continue on, but it would still be satisfying. Someone has to slap the bitch out of her.

Though, instead of doing that, I grumbled, "Right," turned, and headed toward my desk at the very back of the class.

My backpack was tossed into the corner, and I pulled out a notebook. She was asking for it, but I need to get used to focusing and not relying on my normalcy ability. The fear of being discovered, interrogated, analyzed, or studied by any of those big heroes was too significant for me to ignore.

I sighed.

"Hey," a hushed voice caught my attention.

Looking over, a young blonde was sitting right next to me. Her hair was somewhat short, spilling more over the right side of her face and head than the left. Her hair was in a black headband that seemed to accentuate her baby blue eyes, the light of which was currently locked on me.

It was Gwen, a cute, somewhat tomboyish girl who had recently transferred to this school.

"Don't worry about her," She said, "I was one minute late, and she kept yapping." Her cute blue eyes rolled in her head as she made mocking hand motions in tune with Ms. Miller's words before giving me a friendly wink.

"Heh, yeah. I bet she has a stick up her ass."

Gwen chuckled. "I wouldn't be surprised." She was dressed in denim shorts and a black and green body-hugging shoulderless tank. It was great at outlining the shape of her slim figure and the roughness of her chest.

I didn't know Gwen very well, but I had noticed that she was rather... odd. In the sense that she seemed to stand out more than most people.

The girl had a sort of unique vibe to her. The kind that would catch your attention even if you weren't looking. It could just be me. But for some reason, I just have a gut feeling that there is something abnormal about her. Maybe I'm just finding myself flustered interacting with a hot chick without the use of my powers.

On that note.

My eyes moved from Gwen to the teacher. A smile began to form.

"H-Hey," I whispered, "Wanna see something cool?"

"Hm?"

Do girls know how cute they are sometimes? She simply hummed in a questioning tune and glimpsed over, yet that alone made my pants stiffen.

I licked my lips and stopped focusing. As the strain of restricting my power subsided, I couldn't help but sigh. "I'm going to see if Ms. Bitch actually does have a stick in that ass. If she doesn't, I'll give her one."

Gwen blinked, "Uh, okay?"

"Yeah, I know. With my power on, I can't really impress chicks like you, but trust me, it's a cool ability." Approaching her, I took a seat on the edge of her desk and lifted her chin. "I can do whatever I want, and you just think it's normal."

Gwen looked confused as I casually placed my hand on her face. "Wha—"

My finger pressed against her lips. They were warm and soft.

She looked so pretty from this angle. The girl had a soft, feminine face, a round nose, and the most beautiful pair of blue eyes. I let my thumb slip in between her lips, feeling the damp warmth within. It would never get old how oblivious or uncaring everyone and anyone would be towards my advances with this ability active.

I know I really shouldn't be using my powers at all to train myself and not risk catching the attention of any big-name individuals. But arousal is one hell of a ****. And my pants were sporting a tall tent at the moment.

Gwen's eyes glanced at me and the hand on her face. I could feel her teeth brushing against my fingers. She had her mouth partially open, seemingly about to ask something, only to close it as my thumb began moving over her lips again. I moved my hands down to pull the straps of her tank top down over her shoulder. She did nothing to prevent this and just glanced down at her modest bra-clad boobs being exposed to the classroom, though no one else was paying attention either. This was just a normal occurrence if I was involved.

"Boobs look so sexy in bras, you know that?"

"They do? It's just a bra." She said, not seeming particularly upset, surprised, or embarrassed. "You said you have some kind of power?" Despite being undressed, that appeared to interest her more.

"Yep," I said, wishing my hand down her cleavage, between the bra and her boobs. They weren't anything noticeably large, but that only added to her cute, average girl charm, and were still solid handfuls. I could feel the distinct outline of her nipples brushing against first my palm, then my finger as I began to flick them. "Hey, what color are your nipples?"

"Pink," She said, oblivious to how surreal answering that question should be, "But what exactly are your powers?"

Pink.

My dick twitched.

I don't even know this girl, and she has no qualms telling me this. It is always surreal to see what I am able to do under this power of normality. I pulled the top half of her bra down to expose her chest. They were small handfuls with pink, perky nipples pointing out into the air due to my previous playful tweaks.

"Oh, this is great." I breathed before getting a full grope of her tight tit.

"Hey, you didn't answer my question," Gwen hummed, glancing at her breasts, then at me. She still seemed mildly interested in the conversation but didn't appear particularly bothered that her tits were on display, either.

"Sorry," I answered, the bulge of my cock pressing against her, directly into the side of her boob and armpit. "It's just pointless explaining. You're not going to care anyway." After a few gropes and rubbing the head of my thumb against her nipple, I moved my hand back up to her mouth and stuck the same thumb between her lips again, "Does my thumb taste like your nipple now?"

Hilariously, I could feel her tongue move out to give my thumb a lick, all while she just passively blinked up at me. When I retracted my budget, alike of spittle connected to the bottom lip moved as she spoke, "No, it tastes like your thumb."

"Dang. Well, I'm going to fuck Ms. Miller's big ass, then go for yours, okay?"

"Okay," she nodded; I chuckled at the absurdity at play here. I could impregnate her and every girl here, and they wouldn't even care. It would be as if it never happened.

With that, I stepped back up and turned toward the teacher, still writing an overly long equation on the chalkboard.

"You're such a slut, you know that, right?" I said, approaching the older woman.

"Hm?" The sound of her writing on the board paused, and she glanced over her shoulder. Her gaze fell to the erection in my jeans before she sighed, "Oh, so it's one of those days, is it? Mr. Jones, I need you to sit back down."

"Nah," I said, reaching out to grab the hem of her pants. "I should have done this when I came walking in. Let's see if you've got a stick up your butt."

"Don't—"

The older woman was cut off as I yanked her pants down.

Ms. Miller's ass was just as magnificent as it looked from a distance. Nice creamy flesh that my fingers hungrily squished into. I quickly had the fabric of her panties pulled aside, exposing her moist pussy. With a push and pull, she had her hips tilted back and her knees bent slightly. She didn't resist or try to fight me despite the fact that she knew exactly what was going on. "I don't see a stick," I said aloud, examining the inside of her ass cheeks while pulling both sides of her meaty bum to either side.

"I'm trying to teach."

"Am I stopping you, Ms. Bitch?"

The woman sighed, "Alright, as I was saying," She continued to speak to the class, my examing of her ass proving normal enough for her to ignore.

"You've got a nice, plump ass, Ms. Miller." I gave her ass a harsh slap that resounded across the room. "But I'd really like to see you take a dick up there, so turn around."

The teacher's sigh was one of annoyance, "Fine, just let me finish up here."

I didn't let her finish up there.

Instead, I pulled the zipper on my pants down and whipped my cock out.

My member was hard and throbbing. The thought of her fat, plump rear squeezing it was enough to make me moan, and I did just that. It's hard to care about keeping my normal power covert while dealing with all this pent-up around. I grabbed the older woman by her hips, pressed my pelvis against her ass, and reached forward. My hands grabbed ahold of her sizable, perky boobs, and I started humping against her. My shaft slid along the crack of her ass.

"You've got great tits."

"Mm-hm," She hummed in a distracted tone, and I chuckled at how easily she ignored my touch and just went about teaching.

After enough edging and grinding, I had to push forward.

I pulled the head of my dick away from her ass and placed the tip at her slit. There was no hesitation as I plunged into her pussy. The hot wetness of her snatch was inviting and wrapped around me in an almost **** manner. I could hear her grunt at the penetration, though she continued her lesson as if nothing was going on.

"F-Fuckk..." I groaned, my hands grappling to her waist and...

BAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMFFFFFFFFFFFF

A loud, harsh explosion rang out from outside the classroom.

"Huh?" I stopped my thrusting on the teacher's cheeks to look through the window to my left.

"The hell was that!?" A student yelled out.

"Oh my god!" Another cried.

"L-Look!" The one closest to the window pointed.

Out in the distance, a very obvious cloud of smoke could be vividly seen rising up between a few buildings.

Ms. Miller looked over her shoulder and asked, "What was that?" my blatant fucking of her ass wasn't anything to be more than mildly annoyed by, but this explosion in the distance deserved her undivided attention.

I was too distracted to notice initially, but Gwen appeared to perk up at the sight, as had the rest of the class. But unlike them, she quickly moved away from the window, grabbing her bag and wordlessly slipping out of the classroom. I only caught her leaving, seeing that cute ass of hers stepping through the doorway.