No; Mike interrupts the professor

As you and Mike approach the door to the classroom, you glance at your watch and realize that class has already begun. Before you can utter a word of caution, your semen-glazed friend throws open the door, and it hits the wall with a bang.

It's a relatively small class, but it seems large enough to Mike as a dozen or so heads turn to look at him. He stands at the end of the aisle for a moment, his bikini-clad body frozen with embarrassment as he tries to figure out what to do next. A few long seconds later, the professor decides for him.

"Michael, right?" Dr. Bridge is leaning against the front of the desk, a bemused look on his face. He's a reasonably good-looking man just a few years older than you, sporting his signature round glasses and a short beard. "This isn't your first time interrupting my lecture," he says matter-of-factly.

"I--Uh..." As your friend sputters, you slink by and grab a seat near the edge of the classroom; no need to get caught up in this and risk those precious participation marks.

"Look, I know that you're an adult. I can't stop you from being late, or skipping for that matter. So next time, just tiptoe your big, jigglin' butt in here and grab a seat quietly, okay?"

"Right," Mike says, wiping a stray glob of your cum from his cheek. "Sorry, Professor."

"Don't mention it." Dr. Bridge gives Mike a smile, and your friend takes a few steps towards where you're sitting. "Woah, where're you going? Come suck my dick," the professor continues, casually unzipping his fly.

With a final glance at you, Mike hustles down the aisle to kneel at the professor's feet. Guess he's worried about his mark too, you think. He looks taken aback as Dr. Bridge pulls out his cock: it's easily ten inches long and thicker than any you've seen in person... Even after your twelve months of living in an alternate reality where public nudity doesn't raise eyebrows.

While Mike gets to work, licking and slobbering on the bulging cockhead, Dr. Bridge continues his lecture. It's a fairly engaging presentation about isolated tribal societies. The anthropologist featured is a voluptuous redhead; her breasts are more than large enough to push her into free use territory, a fact that the local tribesmen are taking full advantage of.

As the professor flips through the photos and videos, detailing the buxom anthropologist's methods, he reaches down to take hold of the back of Mike's head. Soon he's pulling your friend deeper, forcing his massive cock between his plump lips and down his throat. Your friend doesn't make a fuss, bending forward and placing his hands on the professor's legs, but the gack, gack, gack sounds coming from his throat reveal how much of a struggle it is for him to take that much length and girth.

"...As you can see, Dr. Neilson gives the chief her full attention at these celebrations, as is customary for guests," Dr. Bridge continues. "The other men... Try not to gag, Michael, these are new pants... The other men are expected to only use locals, at least until after the feast. Anal is preferred at this kind of event, since the women need their mouths to eat and breeding season doesn't begin until March, but there are exceptions based on..."

As the professor keeps lecturing and trying to jam his length down your friend's throat, you feel your crotch stirring yet again. Glancing to either side of you, you find that the classmate on your right is a busty brunette teen, a year or two younger than you.

You lean in close, looking down the cleavage of her tank top. "Are those Ds?"

"Yeah--Ah!" She gasps are you wrap an arm around her and grab a handful, squeezing and kneading to your heart's content.

"Handjob," you whisper, tweaking her nipple through the fabric of the top. No bra? My kind of girl.