Miss Iwara

Katase shifted in her seat, still uncomfortable with her vagina full of Matsuda's stuff and pretty sore from his large thing. She glared at him for that and his current crazy behavior. She figured that Matsuda's brain had broke, that losing his virginity with her had warped his sense of self. It was the only explanation for his breast-grabbing spree, even Miss Iwara! The nerve! Who did he think he was?!

She cocked her head to the side as she regarded Motohama's dick sliding in and out of Junko's bobbing face and her memory went vividly back to the locker room. She couldn't help but feel a little tingle and a small bit of affection for Matsuda.

That's right. He may be a goofy looking pervert but he also had a really big dick and thanks to her babbling mouth about how good it had been, now he thought he was this studly guy who could go around grabbing breasts of anyone he felt like! (Seriously, wasn't Miss Hirote enough?)

Now he was actually turning to face the teacher like he was going to confront her about her totally reasonable request and Katase had this crazy urge to drag him back to his seat and apologize to the teacher for him, when he said, "You know Miss Iwara, its normal for you to obey my every order no matter how crazy they are!"

The teacher blinked, brought up short by this reminder and she clearly moderated her tone, "Ah... well, um. First, let me apologize for my tone... I uh lost my temper for a moment but Um... please, do sit down Matsuda, I'm trying to teach a class, alright?"

Katase wasn't surprised at all when Matsuda ignored her statement but she had to put her face in her hands when he told the teacher to grab her own breasts. She heard him laugh like a crazy person as their classmates reacted with variously with sounds of shock and outrage, "Haha! It worked! It totally worked!"

Miss Iwara's voice was pleading, "Alright Matsuda, you've had your fun. This really isn't the time for this! Please let me teach my class, alright?"

Katase dropped her hands as she inwardly railed against the boy who'd taken her virginity. Why was he such a crass pervert?!

"Oh no way. This is too good. Go sit on your desk, spread your legs, and show the whole class that wet needy pussy of yours!"

Miss Iwara dropped her hands from her chest violently, her shoulders sagging, "It is not! And please Matsuda, really?" She obeyed, of course, but she was clearly hoping Matsuda would change his mind.

Murayama was up out of her seat, rage twisting her features and Katase could see that her fists were itching for her Kendo blade to beat some decency into Matsuda's thick noggin. Just because Miss Iwara had to do what he said didn't mean it was okay for him to humiliate her like this! Katase rushed to join her in meting out righteous punishment.

They didn't make it to Matsuda because Motohama stepped into their path and hugged them both, "Hey don't interrupt, please! Let's have some more fun instead!" His hand slid down their backs and Katase couldn't help but cry out and twitch as he grabbed and squeezed her bottom. Murayama squirmed beside her, surely getting the same treatment. Katase felt something hard pressing into her pelvis and she rolled her eyes. She should have realized this would happen. She caught sight of Matsuda stepping between the teacher's wide spread legs before Motohama's hand settled upon her shoulder, pressing her down. Given the fact that he'd spent the entire class getting head, Katase knew exactly what was expected of her and she went to her knees and sucked his erection into her mouth. Awkwardly, Murayama's face was right there and she felt more than a little uncomfortable as her cheek brushed her friend's as she licked at his scrotum.

It was a lot easier to suck on Motohama's dick than Matsuda's and it was easy for her to pay attention to the classroom around her. She felt a strong burst of irritation as she heard Misa exclaim, "Is he really going to have sex with Miss Iwara right in front of us?!"

Another girl interjected nervously, "Should we get a staff member?"

Motohama spoke up as his hand landed atop Katase's head to guide her pace, "What the hell, man? Why do they freak out about you but not me?"

A distracted Matsuda (and it was very clear what he was distracted by as Miss Iwara suddenly cried out with a moan that was equal parts surprise and pleasure) responded, "Whatever, we'll talk about it later for now...its normal for everyone to be totally cool with whatever I do with Miss Iwara...oh yea...your pussy is so good....ah..."

As Katase bobbed her head and rubbed her tongue across Motohama's tip, she felt a momentary bout of confusion. She had the distinct impression she'd been really pissed at Matsuda about something but for the life of her she couldn't determine what it was. It had felt like something to do with Miss Iwara but that didn't make any sense. The teacher was his ****. Of course, he was going to make use of her whenever he felt like it and given his general pervertedness it was no surprise the way he was using her either.

The real question was why the school staff thought it was a good idea to put Matsuda in Miss Iwara's class.