Mrs. Freeman

Fiona Freeman was a bitch. At 29 years old, she had been at the school two years and was verbally, and on one occassion, physically abusive. She slapped you for a supposedly racist joke you made at the Christmas party that she misheard. She never apologized. She was a statuesque African goddess, but one that everyone seemed to universally dislike.

So, you figured you'd fuck her. "Fucking Mrs. Freeman, all day long..." you sang a makeshift tune as you walked through the deserted East Wing corridor. She was teaching the AP English class, likely preparing them for the exam soon. You barged in the door, as you whistled your tune.

"Mr. Doe!", she said, annoyance in her voice. "Uh, good to see you well," she continued, unconvincingly. The entire school had heard of your heart attack last week, and then your diagnosis, before the rearranging over the weekend, first implemented this morning, in preparation for your expected arrival and fucking.

The class, a class full of geniuses and college-bound students, is enamoured, enraptured with your presence. Any minute now, you will begin your free use of any of them. "Don't mind me," you announce to them, "I'm just here to fuck Mrs. Freeman."

Fiona sighs heavily as she takes in this information. "Okay, class, we're going to take a quick break while Mr. Doe has his way with me." She stares daggers at you and whispers "you better make this quick, jerk."

You slap her across the face hard, sending her staggering into her desk. Some students are alarmed, many are delighted. You grab hold of her shirt and rip it open, sending buttons everywhere and exposing a tan bra. With your left hand, you pull a breast put of its cup, and with your right, you reach around her to the desk, sweeping aside papers, her mug, and her laptop.

You are pressing against her, pushing her onto her desk, as you grab your waistband and pull your shorts down. Your cock pops out, smacking against Fiona's skirt, as some of the students see their first real-live penis. You're trying to make out with her, but she is resisting.

You don't know if she's actually resisting you, or thinks you want her to resist you, or her mind is just going into lockdown mode trying to figure out what you want, but it all turns you on. And the audience is helping.

Everyone is on the edge of their seat as you pull down her pants and panties, exposing a dark, trim bush. She isn't struggling now, just numb, as you slip off her shirt and bra. You inspired many a boner that day by providing these kids with a good look at their teacher's body. And many future days too, you notice, as the events were being recorded by more than a few camera phones.

You keep her in full view of the class as you roll her on her side atop the desk. Her left leg next to your face, you slam into her soaking cunt. She must really like this afterall, you muse, as you exit and reenter.

That liking is confirmed by her guttural moans, heard throughout the classroom and into the hallway as you never bothered to close the door. You cum shortly thereafter, holding her tight as you bottom out. You flop out and take a seat in her chair, after rolling into view. Your now-unerect penis leaking slightly onto the chair in full view of the students.

But most are looking at their teacher. After a short cooldown period, she uprights herself professionally on the edge of her desk. Still naked, and noticeably full of your cum, she stands up and announces that the final 15 minutes of class will be devoted to silent study. You make no attempt to help her as she looks for her clothes.

You hold her bra and a student has her panties, as she slips on her skirt and tries unsuccessfully to cover her large breasts with her unbuttonable shirt.

"Mr. Doe," asks Fiona in her skirt and opened shirt. "Can you watch the class for fifteen minutes while I go find a sewing kit?"

"Can do," you say, not lifting your eyes from her dark nipples, as your hand latches onto your cock. You didn't notice her rolling her eyes as she exited the classroom.

Many students had brought their textbooks out, and were beginning study of the pre-test material. They were very serious about passing this exam. You ogled the girls. Some were pretty, some not so much. These were the brightest of their class, for the most part. You stood up and began pacing the class.

With your penis freely in the open, inches from their face, many of the girls blushed or shied away as you came near them. You stroked faces, combed away hair. They would merely smile or give a polite greeting to the pantsless, now semi-erect man standing near them.

One girl caught your fancy. Marisol, you believe was her name, although she didn't appear Spanish. Her skin was whiter than most, and her black hair stood out. "Strip," you commanded, and she dropped her pencil and stood next to you, removing her shirt and other clothing, one item at a time.

She wasn't too heavyset, but was chunkier than most women you had been fucking. A little chunkier than Mandy, and maybe on the same scale as your mom, although your mom was fit for her age. As Marisol peeled down her panties, you inserted two fingers into her wet and hairy cunt.

"Are you a virgin, girl?" you ask. "Yes," came a throaty reply. You turned your head to see all eyes on you. You, wearing only a t-shirt and a highly erect cock, with two fingers inserted into the vagina of one of their classmates, now naked and waiting.

"Any other virgins?" you ask, and three girls (out of eight) and five boys (out of six) respond. "Alright, pair up." You have Marisol firmly in hand as the six boys pick out six girls to fuck. You order one of the two unpaired non-virgin girls to suck you, and the other assists the non-virgin boy in fucking a virgin near the front desk. Two virgins have already claimed the desk for themselves.

Your hand is pleasuring Marisol and her tight opening, as your cock is thoroughly licked and sucked. You appear to be the only one getting a blowjob, as all the students are fucking normally, or in one case, anally. One of the virgins is getting double-teamed, which leaves another girl free, although she seems to be enjoying her own company, jilling herself off in a corner.

Your penis can only get so erect, as you push your fellater off and guide her toward the lonely girl in the corner. You sit in a chair, and Marisol sits on you, her vagina replacing the other girl's mouth. You look her in the eyes as she uncomfortably bounces up and down, grimacing as you stretch and tear her narrow opening. Now everyone is fucking, and none are virgins, as you see several cum already.

You and Marisol keep it up, and you feel the eyes of a large audience on you as two things happen. A) the bell rings and B) you give Marisol the miracle of life.

You look down to see your own cum seeping down your own cock, fixed tightly within the girl. She smiles at you, and you give a half-grin as you help her out of the desk. This is the first high school class you've seen that is not immediately out of class. Mrs. Freeman, wearing an ill-fitting t-shirt from the gift shop, arrives and frowns at the AP orgy you were hosting.

You walk up and briefly grope her ass, as you grab your shorts and walk into the busy hallway.