Angie wants more

"You made me come. I never come from intercourse. I usually have to rub my clit to get off," Angie said with a bit a awe.

"You will always be able to come from intercourse now," you say, making it true.

Angie sits up, looking down at your hard cock. Having absolute power has a lot of advantages. "Let's try that out," she says, as she sits in your lap with her legs wrapped around your waist and sticks your cock back inside her. Her cunt is slick with your cum, and you slide in easily. She uses her feet on your back to pull you into her, and once you get used to it, you love the sensation.

"This is called "Yum-yum" in the Kama Sutra," you say, trying to keep your cool.

"Yum, yum!" Angie purrs. Her tits are bouncing wildly, and you leaned down to capture her lips in a hot kiss. She starts clenching her pussy, and you have another class coming soon, so you cum inside her. She has an orgasm at the same time, pushing you down on your back as she screams over your head.

Now she's in Cowgirl and humping you like tomorrow will never come. You let her continue her climax, as you maintain yours, pumping her full of your jism. The orbital gyrations her milk-white breasts are performing is intensely erotic. You grab them and pinch both her nipples, making her scream louder. You can barely keep consciousness with her pussy gripping your cock so tightly. You **** yourself to remain awake by rolling with her on the bed, switching to the Missionary position.

Now, you piston your hips, drilling into her sopping cunt like a jack hammer. Angie's body is in a permanent arch, shouting out her ecstasy. You latch onto a nipple, sucking the life out of it. The bell rings to start the new class. Both of you look over and see the entire class watching you fuck, mouths hanging open. You stop the orgasms and pull out of her. A river of pearly-white cum flows from her pussy lips. You vanquish the fatigue from Angie, as she gets dressed, a sly smile on her lips. She grabs her books and leaves. You make sure she doesn't get in any trouble for being late.

Ms. Patrick looks down at you, her nipples hard and pointed, raw need in her eyes. "What is the lesson for this class, James?"