Mrs. Titfuck's senior math class

Lucy Tilford was a particularly short Bimbo in her late thirties, and a math teacher by trade. She took great pride in her work, both before and after the Blackout Virus swept over through her city and changed her life (and job description) forever.

One typical Monday morning, Lucy arrived early to set up her classroom. First she unpacked and took off her coat, revealing the tube dress that was clinging to her luscious curves. It was made of a thin red material, inappropriately tight and dangerously flimsy: one of those new disposable outfits, designed for Bimbos and sold in rolls of two dozen. Most mornings, Lucy would simply tear a new dress off the roll... And soon after, her first Bull of the day would tear that dress off her pornstar body.

Once Lucy was unpacked she wiped the blackboard clean, leaving behind the upcoming test dates as well as her name in the corner: "Mrs. Titfuck." Her Bull students kept changing it to that from "Mrs. Tilford" every few days, and after the fifth time she gave up correcting it. The name only got more popular from there, and in a matter of months she was known as Mrs. Titfuck to all but a few of her students and coworkers.

Truth be told, Lucy had loved the nickname from the first time she saw it. Like all Bimbos, she loved nothing more than making Bulls horny... But as a math teacher, she thought it was her duty to act stern and strict. If she acted bitchy and superior toward the Bulls in her class, then they'd have even more fun breaking the rules and dominating her. And so Mrs. Titfuck laid down the law day after day, knowing full well that she had no real control (and loving every second of it).

After the classroom was prepped, she took a seat behind her desk and waited for the students to stroll in. The first was a blonde girl, whose recent exposure to the Blackout Virus had left her with an enormous bubble butt. It wobbled obscenely in her black leggings, dwarfing her otherwise lithe frame.

"Ahem." Mrs. Titfuck crossed her arms, staring down the girl. "You know the rules, Cindy. Does the dress code allow leggings?"

"What?" She glanced down. "Oh."

"Does it?"

"...No," Cindy sighed.

"No, it does not. Take them off or tear them open. Pussy and ass, if you please."

"Fiiine..." She began stripping off the leggings while waddling over to her desk. Soon her ass was hanging out, squeezed into a thong that was nearly snapping under the pressure.

Before she could even sit, another student came barreling through the door and called out to her: "Yo, Sin! Still growing, huh? Bend over."

Anthony was Mrs. Titfuck's favorite student, sex partner, and person. The 18-year-old was unusually small for a Bull, but his toned muscles filled out his T-shirt well enough. He was naked below the waist, and his half-hard member flopped between his knees as he advanced on Cindy.

"Um, h-hey Anthony," Cindy said, blushing a little. "D-do you want my pussy, or--"

"Ass. Gotta have that booty." With that he slapped his growing meat against the desk in front of him, then the next one, then the next... And as the thwap, thwap, thwap got closer and closer to Cindy, Mrs. Titfuck squirmed behind her desk.

Fuck, he's so biiig... And he didn't even notice me, she thought. I have to do something!

"Anthony," Mrs. Titfuck snapped. "Make sure to use some lubricant this time. I don't want her screaming over my lesson today, understood?"

"Good call, good call... Better come slobber on this cock, then, huh bitch?"

"...Very well," she replied, already licking her lips as she got up and walked over. Yeees... Good boy...

"Nah. Crawl over here."

"I don't think that's appropriate. This is my classroom, and I will--"

"CRAWL, you dumb slut!" Anthony reached out and flicked his wrist, knocking over a nearby chair without the slightest bit of effort.

"Y-yes," Mrs. Titfuck mumbled, dropping to her knees. After rubbing her slick thighs together for a moment, she began inching her way toward her prize.

The moment she was within arm's reach, Anthony grabbed her by the hair and guided his apple-sized cockhead to her lips. "There we go... Mm..." The boy gasped as his teacher got to work, running her tongue up and down his slit. Thick pre-cum was already oozing into her mouth, and she eagerly swallowed every single drop. "You know I didn't mean all that shit, right? I fuckin' love your mouth, Teach..."

I fuckin' love YOU, Athony, Mrs. Titfuck thought as she took more and more of his cock inside. Forget about that bottom-heavy bitch and just fuck me instead. Please, God... MY God...

Suddenly, a deep voice boomed somewhere above the teacher's bobbing head. "Sup, 'Lil Ant?"

"Not much, uh... Loser," Anthony grunted back. "Just lubing up before I pound Cindy. Just look at this shit!" There was a loud slapping noise, then a squeal. "It's like two basketballs... Totally poundable."

"Speaking of basketball, you gonna try out again this year? You're what, five feet now?" The other Bull laughed. "Coach'll probably let you play, just so she can fuck you at half-time."

Mrs. Titfuck's brow furrowed at the mention of Kardala, the school's resident Amazon gym teacher. She had a crush on Anthony that was rivaled only by Lucy Tilford's own obsession.

"Fuck off," Anthony chuckled, pushing his cock deeper into his teacher's throat. His heavy balls slapped against her chin, each one hot and bulging with seed.

Another voice joined in on the boys' chatter, then another: while Mrs. Titfuck had been worshiping Anthony's huge member, the rest of the students were filing in. Soon enough, she felt something poking at her backside.

"Spitroast?" The voice belonged to a third Bull... Judging by the size and shape of the dick prodding her ass cheek, Mrs. Titfuck could tell it was Jaha. The tall, broad-shouldered young man was a little slow, academically speaking, but he sure knew his way around a woman.

"Go for it," Anthony replied, placing a second hand on Mrs. Titfuck's head and finally shoving himself balls-deep in her tight passage. "Guuuh... Damn, Mrs. T, you're such a good fuckin' cumdump... Y'know what, Cindy? You're off the hook. She's all yours, Ali."

Tears of joy (and gagging) appeared in Mrs. Titfuck's eyes as both she and Cindy were penetrated by two more Bulls. He chose me, she thought, arching her back to give Jaha a better angle. He wants me...

The lesson forgotten, Lucy Tilford was filled to the brim and tossed between the two boys. Just a few thrusts brought her to a quivering, full-body orgasm, and she came again the moment Anthony pumped his load into her stomach. After he pulled out, his cock was immediately replaced by Ali's: she recognized the taste of Cindy's ass.

By the time every Bull was finished with her, Mrs. Titfuck was a sweaty, naked, cum-soaked mess. Using her torn-up dress as a towel, she wiped her face and staggered up to the blackboard.

"Th-thanks to the highly, um, disruptive behavior of certain students, we have run out of time," she stammered, leaning against her desk for support. "...Today's material will no longer be on the test. Skip Chapter 2. Class dismissed."

A few cheers rang out as the students rushed for the door. Anthony was one of the last few to leave, walking arm-in-arm with a pair of Asian girls in bikinis: the Tanaka twins were among the only classmates shorter than Anthony himself.

"Ahem." Mrs. Titfuck waved him down, taking a seat on the edge of her desk. "I need to speak with Anthony for a moment. Run along, ladies."