Take over the nearest class

The teacher is the first thing you see when you step through the door. Her tits, specifically. She's got a cream-colored peasant blouse on over a loose paisley-print skirt. Her big knockers look heavy and round under the thick fabric of her blouse, but she scowls at you and folds her arms in front of them.

It's a classroom like any other, desks and students laid out in a grid in a cinderblock room. The teacher's name is written on the chalkboard, and she was apparently going to write some other stuff up there too, until you walked in, late for class. You walk up to the board and wait until she's just about to ask what's the meaning of this or some other dumb phrase and you cut her off with "gimme your skirt."

The teacher, equal parts confused and irritated, obediently steps out of her skirt, wads it up, and tosses it to you. You fail to catch it and pick it up from the floor, promptly using it to erase her surname from the chalkboard and after the Ms. your write in 'Facefuck', except you spell it fasefuck, so it takes most of the room a few seconds to figure it out, but the students fill the room with laughter, whatever their various reasons.

Ms. Facefuck is losing her patience, and is about to admonish you, but you cut her off again with some instructions about squatting and leaning her back against her desk, and about doing it without so much clothing on.

Ms. Facefuck takes her blouse off and tosses it in the bin, followed by her bra, a big, lacey underwire bra you were sure was what was holding her big titties up and keeping them so round, but now that it's in the bin too, the heavy melons on her chest look just as big and round as before. She squats on the floor behind her desk, leans her head back on the desk, and holds her tits up.

You step up to the stripped-down teacher behind her desk and flop your dick out in her face. Pulling her up to just the right height for a titty-fuck, you lay her upper back down on top of the desk, her light-brown hair fanned out across the desktop.

She squishes her tits together, the melons pressing against each other and completely covering your shaft. Your dick head is pointing straight ahead, pointed at her nose, and at the students. As you titty-fuck the busty teacher in front of the class, poking her in the face as often as possible, you finally look up at the other students.

"My name is David, and I'll be your subti... subistoo..... sub. tits. toot. teacher for the day while Ms. Facefuck is busy." No one seems to care at all. "You can call me Mr. David."

Some superslut in the front row with a white tank top, no bra, big gold bling jewellery, and dark dirty roots with platinum blonde tips pulls her pencil out of her shiny glossed lips and mouths Mister David... as slowly and exaggeratedly as she can. You slide your dick up a little close to Ms. Facefuck's lips and the ho in the front row leans forward a little, letting the tip of her tongue slip out of her mouth just for a second.

As you feel Ms. Facefuck's lipstick tickling your tip, you are pulled away by the crackling of the school intercom system. "Hello, room 69, just checking if your sub has arrived!"

Ms. Facefuck is about to answer. In this weird tittyfuck position, your dick isn't far enough up to slam into her throat and shut her up, so you keep fucking her tits, but you also grab a pencil and shove it in the electric sharpener on her desk. If there's anything you learned in all those extra months of your life spent in school, it's how to troll a classroom.

*bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz* is all anyone hears while Ms. Facefuck responds.

"Sorry, say again?"

Your hands are holding the back of Facefuck's head, her neck as far forward as it will go, so her mouth can wrap all the way around your dick head, and you can keep fucking her titties. While she slurps, you answer, "Yes ma'am, this is Mr. David."

"Thanks Mr. David. And you would let us know if the class misbehaves, right?"

You're the only one misbehaving so far. You're about to answer the intercom, but you see the superslut in the front row making violent finger-fuck gestures. Her little titties and flattened hair flop around as she jabs her pointer finger through the hole she's making with her other hand. Something's not right about it though. Normally people do this one with a in-out rhythm, like the way you fuck a face normally, but she's just shoving her finger in and holding it there.

"Mr. David? Is the intercom blipping out again?"

You are confused for several more seconds, staring helplessly at the slut distracting you in the front row. A nerdy girl in the back row stands up, though, ready to help you out. She holds up a pencil and a manual sharpener, and sticks the one into the other. Finally the gesture makes sense. You ram the pencil into the sharpener again, holding it for a few seconds, and then pushing in-out, in-out, in-out, like you're revving it's engine.

*bzzzzz bzzzzzzz brrrrrrrzzzzzzzzzttttt"

"Mr. David? I can't hear you. Who's making that noise?" At this point, front-row spins around and points her finger at the nerdy girl in the back, who's suddenly wishing she hadn't helped out. You are absolute shit at charades, and you're busy fuckin some titties, but you can still figure out a basic prank like this. After all, in your real life you were one of the most experienced summer sessions students in the world.

"Yes, ma'am, sorry it's just that one of the ... *bbzzzzzzzzzzzz brrrrZZZZZzzzzzz* ... and her pencil in th... *brzzzz rrrzzzzzrrrrzzzzzrrrrrZZZZZZ*. I'll send the bitch to you...I mean, the misbehaving student to your office for discipline immediately!"

As soon as the intercom crackles again to signify the call is over, the entire room erupts into laughter, clapping, and all kinds of celebratory noise-making. This is a class almost entirely filled with delinquents like you. Not all of them may be perverts, but you would've banged on your own desk and cheered back in the day if someone had pulled a low prank on a teacher's pet like this.

The nerdy girl gathers her books and leaves the room in a hurry with her head down. "Go get some discipline!" you shout at her as she walks by the desk.

"Yeah, I got it the first time," she says, the door shutting behind her. You'll fuck her uppity little mouth later. For now, you have the rest of Ms. Facefuck's 1st period.