Ms. Nanci hasn't given up

For first period, you have English, and that means Ms. Nanci. You meet her gaze as you enter the classroom, and worry that she is going to request that you resume where you were with her yesterday - under her desk, sucking her cock, before the principal interrupted.

Her expression says quite clearly that she's expecting you to go down there again, and let her finish this time. Thankfully, since the rest of your class is also present, she doesn't actually say anything. Yet.

Once everyone is seated and the lesson has begun, it's evident Ms. Nanci is impatient to get it over with, judging from how she eyes the clock every five minutes. You can't help but feel a stirring in your nether regions in anticipation of taking her in your mouth again, despite knowing you have to decline. You belong to the principal now, after all. That beautiful, curvaceous woman whose massive cock makes you shiver in pleasure just thinking about.

You zone out for a bit as the lesson continues, until finally the bell rings.

When you get up to leave along with the rest of your classmates, Ms. Nanci tells you to stay behind, "for a discussion of your oral performance". The phrase doesn't seem to arouse suspicion in anyone else, but it couldn't be more obvious just what she has in mind given what happened the other day. Once everyone else has left, you approach your teacher carelessly where she's standing by her desk. The big bulge under her skirt rises more and more every step you take towards her, until finally she pulls her panties down to let it bounce free. She's rock hard and dripping precum, but you make an effort to focus on her face instead.

Coming up to the horny futa, you prepare to explain that someone else is to have exclusive access to you from now on. But before you can say more than "So, uh-", your teacher grabs your head with both hands and pulls you towards her. Not having time to react, you're immediately bent forward and completely stuffed with her erect cock.

Gagging, you're then dragged along on Ms. Nanci's tool as she backs up to her chair. Sitting down, she sighs in satisfaction and pulls you under her desk.

Stuck between her legs and your mouth stuffed with erect cock, you berate yourself for not being more careful. The thick scent of her crotch hits you just as her cock reaches the back of your throat. You moan in protest, trying to communicate that you have something to say, but Ms. Nanci is far happy about having a boy between her legs to care, and pats you on the head.

"Oh, don't give me that, Doug. I did say you had to make up your extra credit. Besides, this is a great look for you, lips around girlcock. I could get used to seeing you like this."

Not willing to wait for you to resign yourself to the situation and get started sucking her off, Ms. Nanci grabs your head with her hands and drags you back and forth along her hard, throbbing member, lubricating it with your saliva.

Subconsciously, you realize how much easier it is to handle holding this woman's whole penis in your mouth than it was the first time. Back then it took you a while to even get the head in, but now your nose is easily pressing up against her pubic mound. If your mother is to be believed, it's only natural that you've made quick progress, because boys have an affinity for learning these kinds of things.

Of course, Ms. Nanci doesn't even begin to compare to the giant between your principal's legs. Getting that inside your mouth is not happening, that's for sure...

Your teacher pulls back a bit and begins to thrust wantonly into your face. This, however, is a bit more than you can handle! You gag and drool as your eyes water up, tapping her legs to signal that you need a break, but your teacher is moaning in delight and doesn't stop fucking your face.

That is, until the door opens. She is startled and lets go of your head, thinking some student from her next class decided to come in early. You pull back to breathe properly and get your bearings.

It turns out to be Mrs. North, the principal. Ms. Nanci's hands go right back to your head, forcing you to deepthroat her once more. You weren't ready, and thrash about in surprise, gurgling and moaning.

From where she's standing, Mrs. North can't see who exactly is being facefucked. She gives your teacher a suspicious look.

"...I seem to remember telling a certain student from your class to come see me around this time of day, but he hasn't arrived..."

"Oh?" Ms. Nanci tries to play innocent even as you gag loudly enough for all three of you to hear.

The principal comes up to the desk and leans over it, glaring at Ms. Nanci.

"I take it you found a different boy to use rather than the one from yesterday. After all, if Doug told you he belongs to me, you wouldn't think to do this to him and deprive your employer of her satisfaction, would you?"

"...Doug said nothing about being taken?"

You try to interject but can only moan around the thick pole stuffed down your throat.

"I find that hard to believe... take your dick out of his mouth and let him speak, would you?"

Reluctantly, Ms. Nanci complies. After coughing and swallowing some saliva, you finally manage to tell her about Mrs. North's decision. Your teacher is visibly disappointed, but knows there's nothing else to do but let you off the hook (or cock, as it were). She's just about to pull her chair out of the way to let you stand up, when the door to the classroom opens yet again and a stream of students file in, filling up the room with noise. Unfortunately you were all a little too slow in getting this matter resolved, and now next class is just about to start.

Mrs. North is blocking the student's view of the desk, greeting them casually and pretending that she was just discussing some work-related things with their teacher. They find their seats and are about to settle down while you lament what to do. Ms. Nanci's cock is still quite erect, poking you on the nose. If you remain here, she will undoubtedly expect you to get back to what you were doing.

Your jaw is tired, and you'd love to have a break, but if you walk out of there now, the class will certainly figure out what's been going on, and as fast as you can say "lunch break" everyone in school will have heard about it.

You stay under the desk.

Mrs. North sneaks a peek at you, and notices your worried face and indecision.