No they do not

Jerry was finding himself in a strange, paranoid mood. This was rather strange for him to feel in class, as it was usually a safe place for him. As it was the one place that the wannabe gangsters at school couldn't mess with him too much, as if they did, they would draw the attention of teachers who could deal with them or call on those that could.

This usual neutral ground at the moment should be safer than before with the gangs currently trying to figure out which way was up as the big bang had thrown them for a loop. The problem was the strange situation going on with the Blacks caused him to feel more at risk than he should be, as it seemed every Black student in the classroom was keeping an eye on him. They were either directly looking at him or keeping him in the corner of their vision.

Some he was sure licked their lips when they looked at him, which he wasn't quite sure what to make of. Luckily he was able to focus in class and on the teacher, though this caused problems of its own. As eagle-eyed Coleman, the teacher, was nicknamed, kept a careful watchful eye on everyone, and you usually couldn't pull a fast one on her. This was usual alright for Jerry, as he didn't try to trick her to get out of class or improve his grades.

The problem was that she had also decided to dress more sexually, like all the other Black girls in class. Which like him the rest of class also got to be surprised by how in shape Mrs. Coleman was, and the bad news for Jerry was that she was keeping an extra intense eye on him. So with all the eyes on him, Jerry felt like a rat in the center of an eagle's nest, wondering whether the chicks or the momma eagle was going to get him.

Luckily, class happened without incident, and soon enough the bell rang, and everyone got out to go to their next class. Though the Black students were a bit slower than usual, seemingly unwilling to get far from Jerry for whatever strange reason. Though they all left when Mrs. Colemans gave them her fierce stare. Though before Jerry himself could leave, he was called to stay.

"Jerry, stay a moment! I believe I need to talk to you about your grades." Mrs. Coleman said to Jerry, who thought his grades were doing well. Though he knew he couldn't contradict the teacher. So he sat back down at his desk while Mrs. Coleman locked the door and made her way around the classroom to bring down the blinds around the classroom, making sure no one outside the classroom could see in.

This made Jerry rather nervous, as with her strange behavior and the suddenness of being alone with him in a classroom where no one could see them. Well, it left Jerry tense and wondering what was going to happen next. Once Mrs. Coleman was done with her task, she looked towards Jerry, who was at his desk, which was near the back of the room, and called to him.

"Jerry, we're going to have a hard time talking if we have to shout across the room to each other." Mrs. Coleman said, and Jerry got the hint, so he headed to the desk at the front of the classroom near her personal desk. Though Jerry found himself surprised, as once he got to the front desk, Mrs. Coleman nodded her head no and guided him to a different chair. The chair in question was her personal chair at her personal desk.

This surprised Jerry greatly, and he found himself super flustered and confused as once he was in her chair, Mrs. Coleman sat in his lap. Mrs. Coleman's hair had gone grey years ago, and she wore a stereotypical set of Liberian glasses. Though usually her grey hair was in a bun, right now it was loose and hanging down her back, and she had put her glasses on top of her desk.

He was now looking deep into her brown eyes while she ground her ass into his lap and her breast into his chest. For a moment there was silence as Jerry tried to come to terms with what was happening while Mrs. Coleman enjoyed grinding her body into his. Eventually, though, Mrs. Coleman took a break from that and started talking to Jerry.

"Well, Jerry, it's time I told you about the problem with your grades. There isn't one, and there never will be—not in my class." Mrs. Coleman said with a proud smirk. This left Jerry confused, wondering if she was declaring she'd tutor him personally to make sure his grades never dipped. It was the only way he could see that she could be sure of his future grades doing good no matter what.

Seeing the clear confusion on his face, Mrs. Coleman began to explain in greater detail. "While, baby, I've come to realize something. I'm your slutty bitch. So from now on I'm going to put a little A+ on every grade you get from me." Mrs. Coleman said with an eager purr. The words shocked Jerry, as he hadn't expected that at all. Not only was she going to cheat the system for him but also declare herself his slutty bitch on top of it.

Mrs. Coleman, seeing the shock on his face, decided to go for broke. "Yes, baby, you're Mr. Coleman now! This class is yours. If you want to take me on my desk in class, you can do it. If you want to take one of your classmates and bend them over during class, I'll tell the rest of the idiots to look away and give you your privacy. This classroom is your kingdom, and you can do whatever you want in it!" Mrs. Coleman said her voice was filled with lust and excitement, ending her little speech by beginning to leave a trail of kisses on his neck.

Jerry wasn't sure what to make of this declaration of submission from Mrs. Coleman. Though he found himself teaching the limits of his lust. It had been building with all the temptations around him, and Mrs. Coleman offering herself up was the final straw. So he grabbed her tits with his left and began squeezing her ass with his right. Mrs. Coleman moaned in response and yelled out. "Yes, baby, take your horny bitch now!" The lustful shout echoed around the classroom.

Needing no more offers and eager to get to the main part, he quickly pulled down his pants and unzipped while Mrs. Coleman pulled down her skirt and panties then bent over the desk. He then, without warning, shoved his large, pale pillar into her up to the tip. She let out a moan in surprise and pleasure. Jerry took no notice, too eager to use her surprisingly tight pussy. He thrust in and out and back in again, causing her tits to jiggle massively.

Jerry, noticing this, grabbed both and began playing with them vigorously while thrusting into her with **** again and again. Mrs. Coleman, in response, just moaned constantly in pleasure at what Jerry was doing to her while bracing herself against the desk. She would cum twice, letting out great big moans of pleasure and covering Jerry's dick in her juices.

Jerry would finally cum, spearing her to the tip and filling her most inner parts with his cum. When he pulled, she was dripping great big drops of cum; she had been filled with a lot of it. Jerry, coming to his senses now that his lust had been satisfied, quickly picked his pants back up and was about to bolt out of the room. Deeply concerned that he had just made a very bad move when Mrs. Coleman yelled. "Stop!" Causing Jerry to freeze in his tracks.

"You'll need this." Mrs. Coleman said in gasping breaths and quickly wrote an excuse for why he was late to his next class. She then handed it to him while stuffing something else into his pants pocket. "That was great, baby. You showed me why you're Mr. Coleman." She said with a happy smirk, causing Jerry to give his thanks and bolt from the classroom after she unlocked the door for him.