No, not quite

Michael was impressed by the horniness and stamina of all the girls. Despite continually making use of the boys, they were still able to focus on classwork and balance their libido with productivity.

Some of the boys had more trouble, though it was not necessarily their fault. Michael noted one lying on the floor, with a girl sitting on his face and another on his dick. Others, like himself, were having trouble paying attention through the periodic ejaculations. It was something almost instinctual, having horny girls near him prevented him from being sexually sated, his body and mind betraying his role as a glorified vibrator.

As Mr. Murdoch turned the conversation to poetry, Michael noted one of the girls walking to the front of the classroom. Nobody paid her any mind as she pulled the teacher's pants down and began helping herself to a sloppy blowjob, fluids spittling onto her bra and his crotch. She continued slurping, and he continued teaching, until he paused for a moment to groan. White creases appeared on the girl's lips, and she swallowed, before heading back to her seat.

The teacher continued teaching for another fifteen minutes with his wet cock dripping the remains of his last orgasm. It wasn't until the end of the chapter that he pulled his pants back up.

Three-quarters through the class, Scarlet suddenly pulled herself off of Michael's penis and turned to face him.

"Up. Turn the chair around." She looked at Michael. A shiver went down his spine.

He quickly complied, sitting back down facing the back of the classroom. Just as quickly, Scarlet remounted her boytoy, pressing her supple breasts into Michael's shirt, and resumed taking notes.

Michael noticed his friend Jake behind them, sitting on the lap of an Asian girl as she casually stroked his erection. Proof of his defeat appeared several times on shirt and shorts, each aged differently. After each orgasm, the girl would scoop up some of the output and help herself to it, her lazy tongue dripping some onto the desk.

Jake acknowledged Michael with a nod. Apparently he was well-adjusted to the whole thing.

Before Michael could motion back, he felt Scarlet's lips pushed against his, with both her hands holding his face. He attempted to return the favor, and did his best to make out with her: however she was clearly the one in charge. Her posturing on his cock felt slick and fluid, as she continually adjusted herself to match their increasing passion. He couldn't see, but he felt his thighs growing sticky as her natural lubrication kept things going smoothly.

She increased her pace slightly, and began tightening herself, small gasps escaping her. Michael tried to match her pace, but soon felt more like a piece of furniture than a sex partner as her intensity grew.

Scarlet pulled back, slightly biting her lip. Michael felt his dick being squeezed, and began to feel another ejaculation being **** out. Her moan of pleasure was much louder than his, yet nobody in the class chided them for their mutual orgasm.

She dismounted, allowing Michael's still-hard cock to stick straight up in the air between them. Man, the rulebook wasn't joking around when it removed all refractory periods, he thought.

As the two tried to reposition themselves, small squelching noises could be heard from their combined fluid output mixing and churning.

Scarlet pulled out her phone, and quickly snapped a picture of her sopping cunt. I guess a creampie is a normal thing to Instagram, Michael mused.

"Hmm! Scarlet, no phones in class!"

She quickly placed it back in her bag.

They sat there together, pressed into a sort of mandatory hug, feeling the proof of their sex pooling between them, Scarlet weakly humping Michael's perpendicular member.

Scarlet leaned forward slightly. "I love **** you so much. I'm so glad I moved to this school and met you," she quietly whispered in his right ear.

Michael gulped. He simultaneously noted the pleasure of orgasm and the appearance of fresh blobs on his partner's chin, neck, and breasts.

She just smiled.