The girls of the class

The next class is a Government class, taught by the oldest man in the school. Mr. Keiner is the kind of teacher who should have retired years ago, when his mind started to go on incoherent rambling tangents, but holds on out of sheer passion. He loves teaching, even if the students hate his class. Their one solace is that he never seems capable of catching anyone with their phone out.

Chad watches Brad staring at the teacher in concentration. He's flipping a half-dollar coin over and over. Finally, he stands up, interrupting the teacher. "Hey Mr. Shiner, I think I found something more fun to do."

"Oh, well then, I guess that's okay," the teacher says, his voice frail. "If you want to leave, then by all means..."

"No, I mean more fun for you. See, I know you aren't getting your wrinkly dick off these days, and I want to help with that." He turns to the class. "Listen up, ladies, I want to make you a once in a lifetime offer. If you fuck this gross, old, crusty, stinky teacher, I'll give you a chance to get me off. It doesn't matter how gross or ugly you are. If you can get this loser to cum in you, I'll flip this coin. If it comes up heads, I'll let you make me cum." He grins magnanimously, looking at each girl in the class, lingering more on the ones he thinks are unattractive. When he gets to Chad he mouths, "just girls."

There's a brief hesitation, but then a tiny girl with a long brown pony tail leaps to her feet and stumbles over the desk. She rips off her tank top, revealing a nearly completely flat chest. Chad thinks her name is Cynthia, and watches her run to the teacher. "Please, Mr. Keiner," she begs. "Please fuck my little pussy."

"Oh well I... I don't think..." the teacher says, tripping over his words. His wrinkly grey face takes on a bit of color. He stops when he feels Cyntha reach into his pants.

The skinny girl looks up into his eyes, "Please?"

Brad shouts, "good girl! Beg for his ancient cock. Tell him what you are."

She nods and gulps, "Please, teacher, I'm a slut, and I'd do anything for your dick."

The teacher takes a look at Brad, assessing whether or not this is a trap. His dick hardens for the first time in what must be months. "Okay Cynthia, I guess that's okay."

"Thank you!" she squeals, ripping down his pants and untucking his long, checkered shirt. She yanks down her own shorts and lays down on his desk. "I'm already wet, just do it!"

Without hesitation the teacher pushes his cock at her pussy, pumping it a while before it's hard enough to get in. Cynthia throws her head back and stares at Brad, a pleading look on her face.

Brad covers his face and laughs, "this is so gross. I can't believe you whores would actually do it." It's clear from the faces of the girls around him that they're jealous they didn't get to him first.

Chad watches in fascination as the girl degrades herself, moaning performatively, like a porn star. "Is this her first time?" Chad whispers to himself. There doesn't seem to be much of a change, except that Cynthia winces occasionally. Still, her dedication holds true and she takes the teacher slowly pushing himself into her, and pulling it out. This goes on for the entire class period, but no one bothers to move when the bell rings. The next class comes in and gets updated on the situation. They're rooted in fascination. Brad has pulled out his phone, bored by the interaction and seems to be browsing some kind of social media site.

When finally the teacher cums, Cynthia shouts "he's done!"

Brad looks up in surprise to see the girl jumping to her feet, a dribble of the teacher's cum leaking out. "Well alright then!" He holds up the coin, "I'm a man of my word, so you get a fifty/fifty chance. Heads and I'll let you suck me off."

The bell rings again, marking the end of the school day, but no one moves. Brad flips the coin high up into the air, staring directly into Cynthia's eyes.

The coin spins, and he catches it effortlessly, slapping it on the back of his left hand. The class leans in. He pulls his right hand off and looks down. "Alright, slut, we have our answer."

Cynthia trembles.

"Tails."

"NO!" she screams, falling to her knees.

"Better luck next time," he says, throwing his backpack over his shoulder. He evaluates the room. "You, whoever you are. I think I want anal, actually." The girl he points to skips over to him where he puts his arm over her shoulder, leading her out of the class.