Sarah, A Student - Annoying Classmate

I hate history class. It's so boring. The professor has to be in his 70s, barely has enough voice left to be audible and not enough strength to stand without his cane, and might as well be cosplaying as 'old professor' in his ancient sweater vest and slacks as he just clicks through slide after slide while mumbling. Why do I even need this? It's just names and dates and useless facts. I feel like I'm watching the history channel - Hitler, Stalin, Cold War, Aliens, Iraq War, Napoleon, Flying Saucers, cook book, Egypt, Pyramids, WW2 ... Nothing useful. I'm struggling not to just fall asleep, but I stupidly sat next to Jason in the front row. A glance to my right shows Jason is having just as hard a time as I am. My jeans bunched up a bit and I fidgeted a bit trying to get more comfortable.

"Something wrong?" I ask in a whisper after I hear Jason gasp. He was staring wide eyed at the professor. Did I miss something interesting happening? I turned back to look, glad my short hair didn't need fixing, but couldn't figure out why he was so interested. Same old slides, same old teacher leaning on her cane in her ankle length 60s style dress. She fiddles with the computer for a second, then stands up, finally having gotten the mic to work, not that she needs it. Unlike some teachers, this one can't be more than 40 and still has a decent voice. She rolls her shoulders a bit as she clicks onward, which might at least have been interesting to look at if she wasn't flat as a board top and bottom. Her knee length skirt and blouse aren't really doing much for her anyway.

"What is it?" I asked again quietly, but Jason still won't respond. His attention is fixed on the teacher, but I still don't see what's so interesting. She put the remote in her mouth and sucks on the phallic shape to advance to the next slide, then pulls it out to gesture with the glans-mounted laser pointer, having a seat sidewise on the desk, unfortunately turning so we no longer have a good view of her full, bouncy 30 year old ass; she must work out a lot to keep it tight enough she feels comfortable wearing a mini-skrit to teach.

"Jason, what is it?" I say again, reaching across to hit him on the shoulder. This finally gets his attention and he turns to me. Before he can say, anything the teacher breaks in.

"Is there something you want to share with the class?" she asks, waving the laser pointer at us emphatically, stretching her blouse tightly over her modest B cup tits, outlining them as she points accusingly at us. "If you have something to say, I am sure the class would be interested," she added, standing and tapping her feet, arms crossed under her firm C cups, practically presenting them to us with just a hint of cleavage in her low cut t-shirt.

"No Ma'am, no problem," I squeaked, embarrassed, as the class had a laugh.

"No, uh... Ma'am... Nothing... nothing wrong..." Jason put in.

"Well then, I trust I can continue," she replied, hand on hips, probably not realizing how this pose thrust her firm D cups out for the whole class to admire in her midriff bearing halter top. She had some fine abs, I had to say. She tapped her foot again impatiently, the vibrations making her DD cups wobble mouth watteringly in their diaphanous silky lingerie bra cups, then turned back to the screen and thrust the remote into her bare cunt to advance to the next slide.

"Everyone please take a look at this graph," she continued. I tried to look like I was paying attention, but I lost her again. It's just so boring. Yes, I know cock size is normally distributed about 11 inches, I don't need a lecture on average diameter. I shifted slightly to flatten out my skirt under me, as it had bunched up a bit, and stretched. I wish I could say anyone watching got a show, but my bugbite A cups were probably not visible in my t-shirt, they were so small. I shifted again, my panty clad ass embarrassingly squeaking a bit on the chair, then finally I had the the dildo positioned properly to thrust to the hilt into my bare cunt. I wish I had sat in a different chair, this one's dick was not quite the right size, though it was still doing a good job thrusting in and out of me. I held back from moaning lightly, as that might disrupt the class again. Another disadvantage of being in front.

The professor put the remote between her bare tits, somehow getting the tip to pop out of the top of her enormous knockers, so she could lick it to go to the next slide. This was a series of videos showing how different sized pussy's look as they were penetrated by cocks of various sizes. She leaned over the desk, allowing the TA to take his huge, thick dick and fuck her over the table. He went a bit slow at first, until she admonished him because the videos weren't at full speed.

"Oh my god," Jason whispered. I looked over at him again, brushing my bangs out of my face, finding his eyes locked on the teacher's breasts as they bounced all over the place. The TA reached around to palm them after she admonished him again, kneading and fondling them as he thrust into her and she continued droning on about penetration angle and optimal size combinations. My chair thrust its dildo particularly hard into me just then, making me let out a slight eep, which I tried to cover as a yawn and stretch, enjoying the feel of my apple sized breast sliding along the inside my tight shirt. I had a look behind me. I could easily see the cunts of the girls in the row behind me being stretched open by their chairs as they posed to show off their various sexy and revealing shirts, all naked below the waist. Farther back sat the shyer and less attractive girls, those who had smaller boobs, or a were a touch fat, or bad hair, and while I couldn't see them being penetrated by their chairs due to them wearing skirt, the way they sat let me know they were getting fucked all the same. At the very back of the room I could see the really shy girls and ugly girls, hiding that they didn't have much by way of tits or ass or were overweight in rather concealing clothing, some even having on pants or long skirts, their chairs lacking dildos entirely. I turned back to the front and leaned over a bit to rest my bra clad but still heavy D cups on the deck.

"Sarah, what the..." Jason said. I turned to see him staring at me, or more accurately my bare DD cup breasts, with a look of shock on his face. I lifted up a little and thrust down, trying to get the cock thrusting into me a bit deeper, being sure to sure turn a bit and spread my legs so he could see it thrusting hard between my tight cunt lips, as was polite. Out of the corner of my eyes I looked critically at the girls in the back row again. They might not be as stacked as those further forward, but they had some nice, if small, assets to show off in their tight outfit, though nothing on the girls even one row in front of them, who made sure to spread themselves wide for all to see as their naked forms were fucked.

"What is it today?" I asked. "Stooooop it, you'll get us in AHH trouble again!"

"But Sarah, I mean... Your... You breasts?"

"Whaaaat about my boobs?" I asked looking down. I glanced behind me again, brushing some of my long brown locks out of my face. I was plenty large but so were all the other girls. The prudes in the back might not be showing off getting fucked by their chairs like everyone else, but I could see their bra clad bodies weren't that much less bodacious than mine.

I looked at Jason over my shoulder as I thrust myself back down on his dick again, trying to avoid my large ass making a loud smacking sound as I thrust myself onto his hard, thick dick, or my huge tits hitting the desk in front of me. He moaned loudly, drawing stares from the groups behind us who were having no trouble fucking without making noise, and I did the only thing I could think of, sticking my arm awkwardly in his mouth to stifle him. No one else in the class was having trouble holding it in, whether being fucked by a partner or, towards the back, their chair. What was wrong with him today?

A couple people snickered again, a few other girls in the back row lifting up and slamming down on their partners, who made it a point not to make a sound in response even though the smack was nice and audible to me in the front row. I was worried the instructor might get annoyed, but a quick glance showed me she was still engrossed in her lecture, the TA finally fucking her 18 year old cunt hard and fast enough for things to proceed at speed as he mauled her gigantic tits.

"What is wrong with you today?" I asked. I spun around to face him without taking my cunt off of him or my arm out of his mouth, then pushed him down onto the bed. I leaned down near his face, thrusting lightly. "You've never had any issues before today being my partner, why can you suddenly not hold it in?" I asked. I cautiously took my arm out of his mouth, ready to stick a hand on it if needed, and I kneaded a tit with the other.

"Before oh god before toooodaaayyy...?" he slurred in response as I kept lightly thrusting on him. "Before... Your tits... The teacher..." he continued, or tried to. he wasn't being coherent, but at least he was being reasonably quiet now. I guided his hands to my immense tits, as having them flop around as I fucked myself on him was a bit annoying. He played with them like he had never felt tits before, staring at me with this odd look of wonderment as I continued going up and down on his pole.

"Look, I know I have great tits, but that's no excuse to interrupt the class," I replied, picking up the fucking slightly. The lecture had gotten hard to hear when I slowed down; I was not fucking enough to see or hear things clearly in my head. "No, shush we are almost done," I added, and begun fucking him in earnest. Nice, long, deep, full length strokes, up and down, providing maximum pleasure and maximum clarity. I tried to tune out his low moaning under me, still not sure what his problem was that he was kinda loud today. At least it was just us here in our bedroom, so he was only disturbing me as I tried to fuck him hard enough to make out the last of the telepathically transmitted lesson over him.

At last the teacher said she was done, and immediately I came, hard, thrusting fully down onto Jason's hard dick, the giant rod distending my stomach to almost the base of my boobs as it thrust deep into me. He came too, shooting into me, over and over, both of us screaming in pleasure (NOW is when you are supposed to be loud, asshole, I thought). Wave after way of pleasure, shot after shot of juice splashing deep inside of me, filling me. I could feel my belly bow outward from his cum, larger and larger, and then the peak of peaks! I breathed for a second as my stomach pulled back in, running my hand over the my stomach to feel the bulge of his dick so deep inside my flat stomach.

I pulled up and off Jason's gigantic dick, watching the forearm sized flesh slowly pull out of me, regretting it as I followed the bulge of the giant head as it receded downward until it at last cleared my well stretched cunt. I was barely out of the way when our daughter, Jessica, gleefully shoved past me, pert heart-shaped ass wiggling and blonde hair streaming behind her as she jumped on the bed and grabbed her father's still hard flesh, giving it a light lick, kneeling in front of him to show off her pert A cups, then moving forward a bit to rub him on her 18 year old tits, taking the giant head just barely into her cute mouth. Her modest B cups barely fit around him, but with a little work she had enough of her C-cup cleavage around him to attempt a boob job, albeit with much of his huge pole uncovered. I patted my gorgeous daughter affectionately on the head as her father tried to get something out between moans, but I had places to be and so left the room to the sight of her getting up above him, basically needing to stand all the way up, so she could place the giant head of his dick at the entrance to her cunt. She began to lower herself down on him, heavy D-cups heaving in excitement as she guided her father's hands to her large bubble butt. I heard a loud eek, then a moan as I closed the door, and figured she had probably slipped and taken a large amount of fuckmeat in all at once.

The hallway was crowded, as usual, with girls who had just finished up. I had apparently taken a while, so was near the back of the line for my hour; I could barely see the testing station at the end of the hall. I sidled up to the girl in front of me, rubbing my clit a few times before pulling out my dick and shoving it into her from behind. She moaned appreciatively, using my thrusting to increase the power of her own sawing motion into the girl in front of her, and so on down the line, each of of us pressing our cantaloupe-sized breasts into the back of the girl in front of us. A few minutes later I got speared myself as the next girl joined the line.

We progressed slowly down the hall to the station, every step a jolt of pleasure as both dick and cunt were massaged so nicely. A few girls, poor underdeveloped things with only DD breasts and asses that were merely pert, were seen walking dejectedly back up the hallway, having failed this time, but most proceeded through the doorway at the end of the hall. I was so far back that I saw Jessica come out to join the back of the line just as I reached the front; no doubt her daughter was busy riding her dad at this moment. The thought made my dick pulse inside the girl in front of me. She groaned appropriately, then reached down and frigged her clit lightly, and began cumming. Her tight cunt clenching and milking my dick was all it took to put me over threshold, and I thrust hard into her, cumming myself. She yelped in thanks and pulled off of me, her tight cunt not letting a drop of my spooge escape, stepping forward to take her exam. My dick pulled back into me and I began to rub my clit and fondle my pumpkin-sized tits as I thrust back against the dick in my own pussy, anticipating my turn.

At last, after a satisfying filling, I was up. I stepped forward, smiling at the examiner. He smiled back. The examiner was tall enough that the grin looked almost predatory, but there was nothing for it, given the average Kanamit was a head taller than the tallest humans, so you were always looking up from below. He was thorough, checking my sizes, my weight, the firmness of my tits and ass, how throughly full of cum my cunt was, having me lift a few weights to check my muscles, stretches for flexibility. At last, he stamped my hand with an A+ and motioned me forward. I gleefully proceeded, proud of myself for having passed, pushing through the swinging door marked "kitchen".