Owning a Classroom [pt. II]

Having your mind owned by someone else was an incredibly freeing experience. Master was letting her use it like she normally did, but just the awareness that her thoughts were subject to change on a whim meant she was feeling decidedly different.

She was intensely aware of gorgeous he was, making her husband look like a pathetic schlub in comparison. Her face, her breasts felt heated, his every glance filling her tummy with butterflies. And that bulge! She was familiar with the telltale bump in many a horny teenaged boy's pants over the years. She was not prepared for that massive lump stretching from his crotch to his hip. Any other boy and she'd know he had a large dildo stuffed down there to idiotically try and impress.

But not Master. He owned a grown woman, had her body on open display. She had no doubt by her manner that he was having sex with her, blowing her mind on the regular Allison was sure. Not to mention he's made Christine his slut, little question as to how...

She took a deep breath, her heavy jiggling breasts making her more aware of the action more than ever before, as she gathered her resolve. Master owned her mind but she was still a dedicated teacher whose responsibility was to the young people placed in her care by their parents, the principal, and the great state of Colorado. So she couldn't help but feel a little bad about what she was about to do-

"Alright!" She clapped her hands together, sending her boobs swinging wildly, much to her complete dismay, "We're going to go somewhere and some when completely different. A world war boring you? Let's go back fifteen thousand years to before the slightest civilization as you know it to when humans were mere animals like any other."

"And yes, it's role-play time." she smirked at the rolling eyes and slumping shoulders. No one complained of course thanks to her master's rules. Role-play was her attempt to liven up her class a bit, get the students actually thinking about what it had been like to live at a certain time or be the one making the decisions in periods of historical crisis. You'd think the kids would be happy for a chance to do something other than listen to her lectures or read from the textbook and write essays, but no for most they absolutely hated it. They got through it with the least modicum of effort, making the whole practice effectively pointless.

Not this time though...

"Alright. Everyone out of your seats and go ahead and push the desks to the sides of the room so we can have an open space here in the middle. No furniture back then."

The shuffling of feet, scrapes of desks upon the floor, and grumbling students filled the room for a bit as they obeyed her. Her eyes naturally gravitated back to Master who was just standing in place eyeing all the activity around him with a slight smile, Mrs. O'Brien taking care of moving his desk. Her gaze shifted down to take in his bulging crotch. God, she needed to see that big cock...

And she was about to. She practically shivered with anticipation.

As the students all completed their task and turned back to her with various enthused expressions, at least from the girls. The boys were once again finding that ogling her nude body made pretty much any boring educational task less irritating.

"So the first humans were little more than smarter apes and you know what else they didn't have? Clothing." The dawning expressions of horror on those quicker on the uptake were delicious, "That's right. You all are going to get naked, just like me. Strip. All the way."

The class's reaction was delayed as they all quite obviously couldn't believe what they'd just heard. A quiet "Holy shit." was uttered in the back. They exchanged glances with wide eyes but soon enough hands were moving to belts, shirts were being pulled over heads, and shoes kicked off.

"I can't believe this..."

"Oh my god..."

Allison had some inappropriate curiosity about the youthful bodies of the young people she knew oh so well but she easily pressed aside such idle thoughts for what really mattered, the only thing she could truly say she cared about right now. Master was watching her as he reached down and took off his shirt, her eyes drank in the view of his suddenly exposed torso, licking her lips and shifting her hips as she felt her pussy suddenly rev and her clit throb erect. He had a muscular, sculpted body. He looked so good. Wide shoulders serving as counterpoint to his slim waist and carved washboard abs.

He was a young man, but he was definitely... all man.

He had on a sexy little smile and smouldering eyes on her as he dropped his shirt and his hands moved to his pants. Mrs. O'Brien got down to her knees at his side, having lost her own clothes at some point, her own sizeable breasts clasped around his thigh as she helped him pull down his pants.

"Holy shit!" someone exclaimed, putting voice to Allison's thoughts which she continued letting out a breathy, "Ohhh....fu-uuuk...that's goood..." her hands moving to cup her breasts, fingers sinking into her warm yielding flesh and hard stubby nipples.

Master had a big cock.... Master had a huge cock. Ten inches easily. He was one in a hundred thousand, one in a million. Seven and eight inchers were rare as diamonds, this...this was incredible. She stared at it for many seconds, still not believing its size. She became acutely aware of the warm wet spot spreading between her legs. She found herself completely absorbed with getting closer to that thick meaty cock and started forward even as the red-headed woman her Master owned took it in her hands and stroked it, delivering kisses to the side of it. She stopped short when Master held up an open palm, shaking his head and shifting his hand to gesture at the rest of the class, his message clear: continue with her impromptu 'lesson plan'.

She swept her gaze across the room, sating her curiosity now as to what her young charges looked like underneath their clothes. God, she was going to hell. Master may have been orchestrating this but he hadn't said anything about her enjoying seeing the students' naked bodies, the fact that they had hands cupping their privates or crossed across their breasts made their display only more titillating

"Alright. There's about thirty of us which is basically just right for the average pre-history tribe of humans. We've just had a long day of hunting for the males and gathering for the women. Gathering meaning looking for edible plants and berries. And at this point hunting would be more scavenging what's left of the kills of more formidable predators like lions and tigers. With our bellies fed, we'd return to some safe space, whether it be in a cave or a place in the forest with trees easily climbable should a predator show-"

Master abruptly spoke up commandingly, "Everyone. Stop covering up. This is another classroom rule: Really get into Mrs. Moore's role-plays and listen to her about how you're supposed to act. Stop covering up because you don't care about being naked. You don't even know what clothes are!"

The effect of Master's words were instant and Allison paused with raised eyebrows to take in the results. Hands relaxed and dropped away exposing crotches and breasts. She could now take an accurate census of the penises of her male students, only about half of which were still hard and even those were quite obviously softening as their owners suddenly squatted down on the linoleum floor, looking around suddenly with fierce attention for the sides of the room as if they were out on the Serengeti rather than a classroom. Suffice it to say that all of them were on the average side of the spectrum which meant they looked small and pathetic next to Master's porn-sized endowment. She had less interest in the girls, though the number of those that had shaven their mounds clean was rather surprising. Was that a thing in this generation? And Ms. Inaba had her pubic hair shaved into the shape of a little heart which was really surprising given her personality.

She crossed into the middle of the gaggle of naked students, feeling much more comfortable in her naked skin now that she wasn't the only one on display, "Now this is a perfect time to discuss the ramifications of living this way for hundreds of thousands of years." She had only one thing still on her brain and she racked her mind for some educational reason to push things in this direction, "Did you all know that we humans have the largest penises of the great apes, the family of animals to which we belong?"

No one spoke up. Most were sitting or squatting on the floor. Daniel Cross was staring at her breasts while tugging upon his dick. Christine Higgins was on all fours as she rubbed her butt all over Andrew O'Brien's bright pink erection, the boy kneeling and basically hyperventilating as he thrust his penis against her buttocks. Master was the only one standing tall, his hand resting upon Mrs. O'Brien's head as she sucked him off slowly, her hands holding and massaging that heavy sack of his.

"Well we do. And that's due to two possible reasons. There was a study a few years ago. The scientists showed these computer generated images of the male form to female subjects. These figures varied in height, shoulder and hip width, and...." she couldn't help but enjoy drawing it out given the students current predicament, "... flaccid penis size. They were shown thousands of variations of these figures and given little time to score them. The results of this experiment was that women are physically attracted to taller men with broad shoulders, narrow hips, and... bigger penises..."

She emphasized her words meaningfully and wasn't able to resist licking her lips and looking towards Master, who though he wasn't the tallest boy in the room, he was close with pleasingly broad shoulders, lithe hips and that fucking absolutely enormous manly cock...

Trish Harris scoffed, the effect of her disdain somewhat weakened by the fact that Julie Coleman was running her fingers through her dark hair as if she were picking out insects, "They needed a science experiment to tell that?!"

Allison wasn't a lesbian but she still enjoyed drinking in the irritating loud-mouthed girl exposed, squatting down on the floor like an unruly chimp. She was one of those girls made for high school basketball—tall and leggy, plenty of muscle in her thighs—while being exactly the sort not to make it far in college—big DD tits, curves better suited to being looked at than being run up and down a court.

"That's not the only possibility." she continued, unwilling to respond to Trish's outburst. She couldn't help but feel a thrill as she contemplated what she was about to discuss with her students. This was beyond wrong and inappropriate, but her mind was owned by her Master and she had little doubt what his end-game was here. She'd work for that end keeping within his demands that it be in some vein part of a historical lesson plan... "The larger penis, thicker and longer, is an evolutionary advantage when sex is usual between all the members of a tribal group like this. The competition is not about acquiring mates but within the vagina itself." She squatted down herself, feeling her pendulous tits impact with her knees to splay out around her thighs. Completely without meaning to, she directed her spread thighs and now splayed open womanhood in Master's direction, sending only one hatefully jealous glance at Mrs. O'Brien bobbing her head like crazy atop his big dick.

"The bigger penis, thicker, longer does a good job of scraping out the semen of his competing males. As a tribe spends their free time with wild orgies, the male with the bigger dick is more likely to impregnate the females as his member not only ejaculates deeper inside of the female, his every plunge and withdraw scrapes out the semen of his competitors more efficiently than smaller ones." As she spoke, about a third of the room was looking at her, the rest were watching Master as he stood over them, one hand his busty redhead's hair as she sucked him. Her speech and Master's erotic show was having a predictable effect on the class, modest erections were spreading and she caught Jacquelyn and Rachael sneaking their hands down to their vaginas.

"So Master is the alpha male of this little troop with sexual access to any of the prime mating age females which is all of you ladies and you would all go to great lengths to advertise this fact and attract his attentions. You lesser males would naturally be intimidated by him and would naturally work to ingratiate yourselves towards him." As she finished speaking, several girls began to crawl closer her Master even as a few boys shuffled further away bearing nervous smiles and quivering boners. Gianna knelt beside him, straightening and arching her back to thrust out her dark breasts, cupping and bobbling them as she smiled invitingly.

He ignored her and the rest of the gaggle of naked young women around him, slipping out from Mrs. O'Brien's grasp to- Ohmygod. He was heading this way! Her focus narrowed to just that swinging monolith of throbbing maleness that stuck out before him like the prow of a ship. Her whole body felt warm and she shivered with tantalizing anticipation, her nipples were alight and she suddenly felt like her pussy was on fire.

His cock

Jesus, he was huge.

He stopped with his dick right in her face as she squat there lewdly exposed on the floor.

"You look like you're about to start handing out blowjobs." he said that brazen statement with the confidence only he could possibly hold in this situation and it made her insides suddenly moisten even further. It was also a sentence that held the authority of the Pharaohs for her as he owned her mind, if he thought she looked like that, then that was exactly what she was about to do.

Her small mouth could barely take more than half the head of his penis as she wrapped one hand around his thick shaft, the other naturally cupping his big balls. He was almost too big for her mouth. It was like trying to blow a soda can. She didn't care. All she could think about was this big cock and having her lips wrapped around it and her tongue worshiping it. She pulled back slightly, tugging with her hand on its length just beyond the glans, her tongue licking the slit and getting a taste of his pre-cum. Ohgod...this was good...

She wanted to touch herself. Her uncovered mound was leaking onto her thighs.

Master retrieved his own cock from her, stroking it in one hand and looking down at her meaningfully. She knew exactly what he was trying to communicate. Blowjobs plural.

Again another line crossed that had once meant so much to her. But that was all before her Master had taken possession of her mind, now the contours of her morality were obviously the limits of his interests. She looked across the room and called out, "Mr. Jamison? Come here so I can give you a blowjob, please."

Oliver was a sweet kid. Smart, but shy. If she had to blow someone besides her Master, he was her first choice. Just like her smart-ass troublemaker Mica would be dead-last if she had anything to say about it.

He came forth, his face pale and his eyes wide, to offer her a small white penis that was barely five inches and quite thin compared to her master's girthy pipe. Still, she was all smiles as he approached, her voice as warm and welcoming as could be. She wasn't trying to give the kid a complex, "Mmmm...ready for your blowjob, Mr. Jamison?"

She immediately grasped his hips and sucked his dick into her mouth. She bobbed her head a couple of times, sucking a bit more each time until she had his entire length. He was a bit smaller than her husband and he was easy to take after her Master's huge tool. She looked over as she sucked and watched her Master stroke away at his own cock as she worked Oliver's. He was so much bigger than this small dick and it wasn't long before she was reaching one hand back to take hold of his lengthy tool, stroking it in time to the bobs of her head on Oliver's penis.

Her master patted her head like a dog and then he walked away. She pulled on Oliver's dick and his hips, turning him so she could keep an eye on that beautiful cock that was all she could think about. She called over Daniel and Jake, sensing Oliver was about to blow by the way he was gasping and moaning, and seeing no reason why she couldn't multi-task.

Master knelt down, settling in behind Trish's big basketball sculpted buns. Mrs. O'Brien was there too, an expression like some sort of evil sexy sorceress on her face as she grabbed his cock and aimed. Then her Master spear-fucked Trish as hard as he could. She wailed, big boobs swaying wildly, big butt-cheeks clenched tightly beneath Master's fingers.

Then she couldn't see anything as the two boys she called crowded in around her. Just as she was taking their dicks into her hands, Oliver groaned and she reacted swiftly. She sucked Daniel's dick into her mouth even as she felt the side of her face splattered with warm cum. While bobbing on Daniel's, she kept up a steady pump on Jake's member. Both boys were similar in size to her husband, Daniel's had a funny curve to it. She switched back and forth between them as Oliver faded away, easily guiding them so she could once again watch her Master and that cock.

A few minutes had passed and Trish was now laying splayed out on her back, legs spread, her pussy open and battered. Just past her was Gianna bent over a desk, she squealed as Ryan lined up his still hard and huge cock and pushed into her.

"Fuck me! You're so big, Ryan! Yes!" cried the girl, her brown buttocks jouncing violently with the impacts of her Master's pelvis.

On the floor around them, more than a few students were openly masturbating, a couple were rubbing against each other and helping each other out as they eyed her Master.

“Oh my God!” Gianna moaned as he humped her, slapping her ass before he ran his hand over the back of her shoulders.

"Andrew." Her master looked up, "Get over here and fuck my slut next to me."

Master's best friend laughed with excitement and pulled along Christine who needed no compulsion to come along, her pendulous tits swinging off her chest as she shuffled forward. Soon enough her tanned ass was swelling as she bent over and Andrew was pushing into her, his entry a bit comical, his inexperience showing, as she first warned him, "Wrong hole! Lower!" and then had to help him enter, reaching back to insert his penis herself. Then he was plunging into her with every bit as enthusiasm as her Master, even if Christine was reacting quite a bit less than Gianna, the cheerleader craning her head back to watch her Master with a heady smile.