Communications

Ian could've sworn he felt Ms. Taylor pinch his butt as she pushed him into the class. In the class, 20 students — 16 women and four men — sat in rows four desks wide, enraptured by the performance taking place on a platform at the front of the class, elevated two feet off the ground. Ian was shocked by what the students were watching. A beautiful, buxom brunette, splayed out on a desk with her legs spread wide, jamming two fingers into her wet pussy. As she played with herself, she moaned deeply into a microphone set inches away from her face.

"Unnhhhhh," she moaned. "ohhhhhh."

Ian turned to ask Ms. Taylor what he had gotten himself into, but found that his guide had disappeared while he took in the scene for he now realized had been a few minutes. Knowing he had a job to do, Ian coughed loudly to get the attention of the teacher and the class, and to actually find out what he would be teaching once he took over.

Ian's first attempt got the attention of a few students, who he now noticed were sitting with legs spread apart. Some of the girls had pulled their panties to the side to reveal their wet pussies. Some of the boys had their pants unzipped. One — a light-skinned black girl with frizzy black hair — looked right at Ian, looked down, and licked her lips. When she did, Ian looked down too: His cock pitched a noticeable tent. He went to adjust himself, but realized he was too large to hide his erection when it's full hard. Another girl, bleach, blonde and blue eyes, was looking directly into Ian's eyes as she sucked on the eraser of her pencil, which was stuck between her DDD tits.

While he enjoyed the aggressive attentions of the student, he did not get what he wanted, the attention of the professor. The DD-Brunette was now fucking herself with three fingers with one hand, messaging her right breast with the other, and yelling through what seemed like an endless wave of orgasms.

"YESSSSSSSS! OHHHHH My God! MMMMM!"

Ian stopped coughing for a moment, realizing there was no way he would get her attention until she came down from her orgasmic heights. As the moaning subsided, he coughed again.

"Excuse me," Ian said, intimidated by the performance, but also annoyed that he had been **** to wait.

The brunette looked over, her mind still clouded by residual lust, and her hazel eyes looked directly into Ian's with a fiery look that strongly suggested she wanted him to take his pants off. When he did not immediately do so, she remembered the situation.

"Are you the new supply teacher?" She got her tight ass off the desk, stepped down from her platform, and approached Ian.

"Yes, my name Ian..." Ian's voice trailed off as she sauntered towards him, leaving a trail of her juices. His hardness was getting the best of him. He couldn't think clearly.

The Brunette extended her hand to shake, but stepped in closer pushing herself only a few inches away from his. "Jessica LaChaud. I'm pleased to have you in my class..." Jessica looked down and her lips curled into a sultry grin as her eyes found that, even restrained by his pants, Ian's cock was less than an inch from her belly button. "and I can see that you're very happy to be here too."

"And wha... wha... What kind of class is this?" Ian eventually stammered, seeming to only grasp the first half of what she said.

"This is communications 101, of course," Jessica explained. "It's one of our most important classes for new students." Her hand started slowly wandering down to his crotch. "We believe that telling the world how we're feeling is essential getting what we want," She leaned and whispered, "and after getting myself off on stage, you have exactly what I want, right here," moaning directly into his ear as she grabs his cock.

Ian was ready to spin her around fuck right there, but even after he had seen, he wasn't sure exactly what was going on at this school, so he hesitated.

"I'm not sure that's a good idea, Ms... LaChaud." Ian had regain his composure as the teacher played with him through his pants. "I thought I was supposed to be replacing you." Ian wasn't sure why that was his excuse to get out the situation, but it was the best he could do.

"Nonsense," she said as she unzipped him, "this is a wonderful opportunity." Normally we don't do a couples demonstration until later on in the semester, but that's because we don't have two instructors. Follow m..." She gasped mid-sentence, as Ian's thick 13-inch cock shot out from its prison and pressed up against her sex.

"Mmmmmm," Jessica moaned, "I can't wait for you to pound my pussy. That might be bigger than any of the male professors."

Once Ian's cock was out, the girls of the class started gasping as well. The blonde with the pencil between her tits leaned back and stuck two fingers her pussy.

"I want you to fuck me," Jessica said to Ian. "The students clearly want to see you fuck me. Will you please come up on stage and help me show the students how much hotter sex gets when you tell your partner all the filthy thoughts that go through your head?