Perfectly Normal

Jessica was all but fuming by the time she got back to Biology. She wanted more than anything to just go home and sleep off the funk of having fucked a boy in the bathroom, in the morning, and that boy being her Master... who, despite his claims about his attraction to her, was off somewhere with the mask-wearing, match-burning weirdo senior of the school!

Not that she was jealous. Of course not. That would be absurd.

She just had to pray that her scent wasn't noticeable once she sat back down; she sat between some of the nicer girls of her class, and the last thing she wanted to do was alienate them or, worse, spark rumors about her reeking of sex. She opened the door to Biology, saw Mrs. Cooper deliver her lesson in her usual, scratchy voice, and turned towards her desk where Cindy Hartwood, a fairly average brown-haired girl with humble tits, was being fondled and kissed by Brian Klein who sat behind her-

What?

Jessica blinked at the sight. Brian was audibly kissing and sniffing at the girl as his hands snaked under the collar of her shirt and the hem of her skirt in tandem. He apparently found what he was looking for... and she helped him by massaging her meager tit with his hand underneath the shirt! She moaned aloud as he worked her... and no one in the classroom gave a damn. Jessica looked between Mrs. Cooper and this obvious, obscene display... and then noticed two other girls that sat next to her getting up to face each other with half-parted lips. Happy sighs marked the blonde and brunette touching and kissing one another until they were fully making out in the middle of class.

"Ah, Edwards, so you finally decided to rejoin us. Perhaps you did enough homework to identify the particular organs on the white blood cell diagram?"

Jessica shook her head, baffled. "I-I'm... um..." She was no snitch, but her eyes couldn't help but motion the teacher towards her fondling fellow students. Soon, another boy joined Brian in victimizing poor, eager Cindy.

"You can't pass this onto another, Ms. Edwards: they deigned to attend my class, unlike you-"

Jessica's cellphone vibrated audibly. Crap, in all the chaos she had forgotten to turn the damn thing off!

"... and you disregarded my instructions, to boot! You must be an expert in the subject, so here: fill in every part of the cell anatomy, or else I'll be reporting your misconduct," The old spinster undid a button on her blouse almost as a threat.

"Why is... why is everyone like this?"

"Ms. Edwards! Do you want to be disciplined?" Mrs. Cooper took a step towards Jessica, who retreated a step herself. "Are you truly challenging my authority over this?"

Jessica shook her head, lost for words as she watched almost every girl now being fingered or fingering one another. Some of the boys had taken their cocks out, and eager mouths or hands found them swiftly. The ratio was fairly even among the genders, and so men started to rise from their seats as they followed the instincts that hormones and pheromones commanded them to obey. The girls, some thousand times more susceptible by nature, were too glad to oblige their instincts. Their pussies perfumed the room in turn, and so the cycle turned thanks to Ernest’s wishes.

So of course, nothing was out of place with what their sex drives were commanding them to do. Every social norm was excused... every moral consideration put aside. These were the products of wishes; they couldn’t stand out.

Jessica was still too much in a panic to figure it out... and she couldn't help but finding herself getting excited as she saw, and smelled, the orgy that was beginning to take form in Mrs. Cooper's biology class. Unlike the girls who were in various states of dress, however, she knew something had gone horribly wrong.

"Come here," Mrs. Cooper commanded as she suddenly grabbed Jessica by the back of the neck, "and finish this diagram!"

Why was this old woman handling her like that?! That was a violation of the rules... of laws, Jessica felt pretty sure! She was no minor, but this was wrong! But Mrs. Cooper had a heyday... and in that heyday, she had a firm hand with her lovers, too. The stink of sex on Jessica intrigued the old spinster, and soon she was proving her menopausal strength as she dragged Jessica towards the board.

Jessica's stamina was newly reinforced with magic, but she found herself weak in the knees as she tried to resist. Mrs. Cooper held her in front of the chalkboard and motioned to the white sticks below, "Go on, Ms. Edwards: show the class how smart you are."

Trembling, Jessica grabbed the chalk... and dropped it again as she felt Mrs. Cooper expertly reach under her skirt and goose her in her still-moist pussy. Which was perfectly normal for her, of course.

"Go on then," the old woman whispered as wrinkled knuckles pushed aside damp panties and sank into the fresh young cunt, "You have one minute to fill them all in."

"T-This is ****!"

"Biology isn't so terrible. The clock is ticking, Ms. Edwards."

Jessica turned to her fellows for some kind of help, but Cindy was already being impaled on a cock in her mouth as she was laid flat on a table. Brian, meanwhile, lined his virgin seven-inch cock to her virgin slit and dove in without mercy. Cindy cried out in pain against the cock in her throat, but that just drove the second man in deeper. The rest were falling into similar states of disarray, though one of the boys, rising from sucking off his fellow man, declared, "Mrs. Cooper, I can answer if she doesn't want to-"

"You'll get your turn, Mr. Farkler," the teacher promised as she reached under the skirt and, with a terrifying strength, sundered Jessica's panties into a worthless strap of clothing that fluttered to the ground. Jessica was **** now... and she had one minute to fill this chart and see if that, at least, might spare her. The white blood cell wasn't remarkably different from normal cells, at least in terms of this diagram's depth: she filled in the ribosome with a shaking hand-

... right as Mrs. Cooper tugged Jessica back, bent her forward until her face planted on the blackboard, and began to tongue Jessica's asshole.

"Haaiihgh!" The chalk broke as Jessica was suddenly violated in this new way, but her pussy was not to be neglected: wet as it was, Mrs. Cooper shoved three fingers up to her knuckles to fuck the cheerleader as the latter tried to pick up one half of the broken chalk that fell from her fingers. The carefully-drawn diagram was now half-smeared on Jessica's face and hair; one of the fuzzy-haired, skinny premature ejaculators in the crowd moaned as he filled some nameless auburn-haired girl with baby batter. Jessica glanced back and watched as he withdrew, letting virginal blood and his unprotected semen drip from one of the female math nerds who might not even be on birth control.

The girl's clothes were all still on, but she still visibly trembled from coming. The sensation of being impregnated by a boy she hadn't even talked to had proven too much, though not enough for her not to offer in a gasping breath, "M-Mrs. Cooper, I can answer if she doesn't want to-"

"I'm sure you could," the teacher replied in between soft bites of Jessica's left asscheek, making the cheerleader jump at the erotic sensation of it, "and you'll be thrown in detention too if you interrupt again!"

The girl quieted down. Even as eager sperm swam towards her waiting egg, she wasn't one to take risks; she obediently laid quiet as her womb prepared to nurture her first child from her first time. The boy who knocked her up visibly shrunk; he was far too shy to speak up, of course, and so he wordlessly grabbed the girl by the hair and directed her lips to his flaccid, dripping cock.

This was Ernest's fault, it had to be! But why?! His pheromones were returned to normal; was he willing her whole class felt pleasure? Could he do that? She was very near the truth when Mrs. Cooper popped her tongue out of her pooper, sending another shiver up the cheerleader's spine, to declare, "Time's up, Ms. Edwards. How shameful; I should have security escort you to detention this instant for your insolence."

Henry Pollock, a weight lifter who otherwise didn't seem to care about sports or high (school) society, came with his twisted nose and a still-rock hard cock moistened by a now-distracted girl towards the back of the class. He had lost his shirt at some point, revealing a glistening physique that, if he weren't a mere 5'7", would have put him on the football team for sure. "I could take her, Miss." His cock began to twitch as a droplet of precum drooled from it. Jessica was popular and beautiful, after all, and this was a good time to try and charm her by taking a scenic route to what was an unavoidable detention... not that his intention to fuck her in the halls had anything to do with that. That last part was just... well, as normal as breathing air. But flirting with Jessica? It was nerve-wracking, but he hoped to pull it off. What did he have to lose, anyways?

Jessica shook her head, "This is crazy... everyone here is having sex!"

No one even batted an eye.

"And?" asked Ms. Cooper before lapping up Jessica’s twitching anus. Henry started to wane on his plan; Mrs. Cooper had her own scent now, and he was rather eager to shove it into her old, battered birth canal too. He decided he'd go with whichever Mrs. Cooper decided to have him stuck with.

Sighing as she smelled the other students in need, she decided she’d rather Jessica not loiter while they wait for one of the oafs in uniform to haul her off, "Fine, Mr. Pollock: escort Ms. Edwards to the office and let them know she's to be put in detention for the remainder of this period."

Indoor suspension was a dumb punishment for dumb kids; Jessica had never been put in detention, much less indoor suspension--the detention carried out during the day--for anything! Her record was nearly spotless!

These are the things that might've concerned Jessica if Mrs. Cooper's tongue wasn't diving in and out of her ass, or if a fourth finger hadn't joined the effort to fuck her wide.

Suddenly Mrs. Cooper popped clear of Jessica and, with another firm hand on the back of the neck, she guided her to face Henry. He smiled back at her, "Shall we?"

Jessica, now without panties and with her sex drooling down her thighs, shook her head as he grabbed her hand and guided her from the room. His grip was an iron vice. She tried to wrestle her backpack to her hand--

"Ah-ah-ah," Mrs. Cooper suddenly declared and, with devilish timing, yoinked the backpack free as it was swinging, "no texting during detention. I'll leave this with security. You can pick it up once you've learned your lesson."

Jessica's eyes were **** and wide. She tugged as hard as she could, but Henry was still somehow hornier than she was miserable. She had lost her only lifeline: a text to Ernest telling him to rescue her from whatever the Hell he had done.

The door clicked open as her belongings fell out of view, now trapped in the room. Mrs. Cooper moved to join the orgy while lecturing on cellular anatomy... and the door had barely closed before Henry suddenly pinned Jessica's back to the wall.

"So, Jessica... how was your party?" His voice was nonchalant as he went to lift her shirt.

"N-No, stop!" she cried out as she tried to keep the shirt down.

“Y-You don’t want to talk about it?” He heard the party was one of the best ever; why didn’t she want him to know? Unperturbed, Henry grabbed her collar and simply ripped the shirt open, revealing her bra and unblemished skin, "I can't even ask how your party went?"

Jessica launched from the wall as Henry admired her half-bared chest, but he caught her by the tatter of her shirt and, with a rough and brutal tug, grabbed hold of her bra and shirt to smash them both into her armpits. The **** of his pull lifted her arms and left her hair a mess as she was totally bared from the waist up.

The scuffle had thrown her to the floor where she began to scamper away, but Henry proved quite the athlete: by the time she had gotten to her feet, his hands had found her skirt and pulled her back with vicious ****, tearing the skirt away and also throwing her down to her ass with the **** of his pull.

"What, you're going to ignore me now?" he half-joked with a wink as he grabbed the backs of her knees and pinned her legs down onto her biceps, straining her muscles with a painful stretch, "Wow, you cheerleaders sure are flexible!"

"What the fuck is wrong with you? This is ****!"

He raised an eyebrow as he kept Jessica, wearing just sneakers and socks now, folded on the floor with her pussy bared and moist. Some part of her was eager for this, and she despised whatever Ernest had done to make it so.

"W-What-?!" His hand shot out to cover her mouth, "Why are you yelling some shit like-? Someone will hear you!" The scent of her moisture wafted up into his nostrils, signaling exactly what she desired.

Jessica blinked up at the weightlifter, stupefied... and moaned and cried as he lined his five-inch cock up her twat, "MMmfmmf!"

"You promise not to yell again?" Crazy bitch; what was her problem?! The idea of being falsely accused of ****, just as his weightlifting career was set to begin, terrified the strong-armed Henry. He couldn't believe the indignity of her claim as he groaned while lowering into her musky, hungry pussy. He continued to carefully inch into her until his bush of unkempt pubes mushed against her clean-shaven twat.

He only let her mouth go after she nodded yes, and her words were stuttered as the muscular beast put far too much **** into pulverizing her pussy with his sub-average cock. She couldn't so much as budge as he kept her pinned with both arms now; she might as well have been in a pillory as long as he kept his hands on her legs, "S-Stop! Ugh! This is-! Ah!"

He groaned as he hilted her and started to gyrate, letting his cock get a good feel of Jessica's moist hole, "Fine, I won't... ah... ask you about your party, s-sheesh."

His brutal pounding was barely even registering as pain thanks to her wish through Ernest... and now she hated that wish. All she could feel now was the pleasurable sensation of being jackhammered while being utterly and totally humiliated in the middle of the school.

Henry quickened his pace; he was on the verge of coming after that brief moment of head from Yulie in Biology, and the moist depths of the one of the most well-known girls in school was a strong finisher.

He began to moan aloud. Jessica shook her head, still barely able to keep up with this insane new world, "A-Are you going to come?!"

"Uh, y-yeah?" he grunted as his words began to wobble with his building orgasm.

"P-Pull out! You can't come inside- stop!"

Everything caused by Ernest's wish was normal... but nothing of his wish was behind Jessica's plea. It finally registered for Henry that Jessica hadn't been talking about him walking with her, or talking about the party; each of those had been more peculiar than the mundane pounding of her teenage hole. But why was she protesting that? He had no reason or care to refuse, given how unremarkable the act was. Still, his hips urged him to finish inside.