The Teacher

"Just in time, as always Messers Doe and Brown." The History teacher called out blandly as you and Tom rushed into the classroom just as the bell rang. You smiled sheepishly, recognizing Mr. Wallace. You hated in school- in fact, given the choice, you would drop out- not because you were stupid but because the American schooling system was genuinely horrific. But people like Mr. Wallace restored your faith in it.

You and Tom slipped into your usual seats, slap-bang in the middle of the row of desks. You look around and recognize pretty much all your classmates as coming from the old world.

"Anyways as I was saying, many historians argue that the most influential battle of the American Civil War was the Batte of Gettysburg which happened when, Ms. Amanda?" He suddenly asked.

Immediately, all eyes swivelled to Amanda, a girl you recognized. She was the cheerleading captain- incredibly hot, but stereotypically stupid.

Your pupils widened though, as you saw her in her chair, her ridiculously chort miniskirt pulled up and another girl crouched beneath her desk, lapping at her... asshole?

"Nnngh~ I dunno... ooh, keep licking my shithole~ maybeee... 2013?" Amanda mewled out, bucking her hips into the unfortunate girl below her. You sighed, recognizing this. Every girl is High School wanted to be on the cheerleading team, and to do that you needed to be in Amanda's good graces.

Unless you were one of her friends, it was incredibly difficult, and usually involved some levels of hazing. You'd seen girls do radical things on Amanda's command, just for the chance of being in the team. Here, it seemed like the hazing was still prevalent... just slightly different.

"2013, Ms. Amanda? You were off by some 150 years. Now please, Ms. Ruby get out from under her- we wouldn't want your GPA tanking like Amanda's is, would we?" Mr. Wallace asked. A chorus of snickers went around the class as Ruby crawled out from under the desk, blushing. Amanda barely even had the decency to look ashamed.

"Ugh... whatever. What're you gonna do?" She muttered. Mr. Wallace frowned.

"Get up here now please. This level of disobedience is frankly unacceptable and I will need to punish you." Mr. Wallace called out. Amanda's eyes went wide- as did yours. Punishment?

Amanda trotted up to Mr. Wallace's desk, nervously bashing your eyes.

"You know the drill. Hands on the table." Mr. Wallace announced, casually flipping through a file. Amanda audibly gulped, placing her hands on the table and arching her back down, causing miniskirt to briefly flap up, exposing her naked, heart shaped ass to the world.

"Alright class, while I hand Ms. Amanda the appropriate punishment, could we please read through pages 98-105?" The teacher announced, approaching Amanda from the back.

Just like in the normal world, an undercurrent of tension was spreading through class- teeangers thrived on schadenfreude. While everyone flipped their textbooks opened, no one was reading- instead, everyone was watching Amanda as Mr. Wallace placed himself behind her.

You watched wide eyed as Mr. Wallace roughly placed his hand on Amanda's white bubble butt, clenching his fingers to grab a handful of her supple ass flesh. Amanda mewled, bucking her hips into Mr. Wallace's hands. What the fuck was going on?

"Dude... teachers are freeuse too?" You whispered to Tom- who to your surprise was idly doodling in his textbook, as if his teacher groping a student was the most normal thing in the world.

"Uh... yeah? Dude, were you born yesterday?" Tom answered. Your eyes widened.

"Holdup... you're telling me we can just walk up to a teacher and... fuck her?" You asked, your eyes widening. You'd never admit it but another reason you came to school were the absolute BOMBSHELLS of teachers.

"You wish." Tom snorted. "It would interfere with the educational process. Only if you've done really, really well. Then a teacher will reward you." He explained. Your eyes widened. Damn, maybe it was time to lock in with your learning.

During the time you were chatting with Tom, Mr. Wallace had tugged his pants down, pulling out his hard cock and slapped it onto Amanda's ass, causing the cheerleader to mewl as Mr. Wallace hotdogged her asscheeks.

"I hope you know you brought this upon yourself, Ms. Amanda." Mr. Wallace murmured sympathetically, the same way he would when someone grabbed a failing grade.

Except this time he grabbed his cock and shoved it into Amanda's snatch, the girl letting out a loud moan as the teacher buried his cock deep inside her.

"Fuck Mr. Wallace... you're so BIG~" Amanda cried out as Mr. Wallace drew his hips back before shoving his cock inside her, before relentlessly pounding his cock into her pussy, pistoning his hips with deceiving ease as he ruthlessly fucked the cheerleader bent over his desk.

"OH FUCK FUCK FUCK!" Amanda moaned as her pussy was destroyed, Mr. Wallace shoving himself into her. The class was silent, the only sounds echoing through the room being Amanda's moans, the table creaking under the weight and the sounds of balls slapping against flesh.

You reluctantly pull your eyes away from the scene of Amanda bent over the table to observe your other classmates. A fair number were watching wide-eyed, subconciously rubbing their crotches, cocks straining against pants and damp spots being formed on the few girls who bothered to wear panties. The rest were openly masturbating themselves- you spied to girls at the back fingering each other, their eyes glued to the scene in front.

The rest, like Tom went about their business, some nerds actually reading the text while others were just lazing about.

"FUCK MR. WALLACE I'M GONNA~" Amanda yowled before her body convulsed around Mr. Wallace's cock, a sprinkler's worth of semi-transparent liquid shooting out of her pussy, splattering Mr. Wallace's jeans and shirt. Amanda collapsed on the table, her face red and panting heavily but Mr. Wallace didn't let up, removing his cum covered glasses and wiping them on his shirt before going back to drilling Amanda, occasionally spanking her for good measure.

"Ohhh FUCK YES!" Amanda mewled out as Mr. Wallace spanked her again.

"Language young lady-" He began before he gritted his teeth and looked up. He pulled his cock out of Amanda's ass before madly jerking it, jet sprays of sticky white cum erupting all over her back, soaking her miniskirt and blouse.

Mr. Wallace shook his head, neatly grabbing a tissue and polishing off his cock before tucking it back into chinos and assuming a seat at his desk, which still had Amanda on it, covered in sticky white cum, red-faced and panting.

"Now, I assume all of you read the pages I asked you to, yes?" He asked, peeking over the spent cheerleader on his desk. An uneasy murmur went through the class.

"Very good. Ms. Amanda, you may return to your seat now." He announced before shrewdly looking over the class.

"Mr. Doe! You read the content, correct?" Mr. Wallace called out. You cringed, side-eyeing Tom who refused to make eye contact.

"Uh... y-yes sir." You answered shakily.

"Very good. Then I assume you know who led the Confederate Forces at the Battle of Antietam?" He asked.

Shit. You were fucked. Your eyes pinged around the class wildly, looking for a clue, any clue. Everyone either refused to meet your eye or snickered at you. Oh fuck, was Mr. Wallace gonna punish you too.

Suddenly, you felt something hit your foot. You whirled your face to see Lydia- the Debate Team Captain. She was sassy and headstrong- everyone in school either loved her or hated her.

She slipped you a note, which you sneakily unfurled, on which was written, in neat cursive: Robert E. Lee.

"Er... Robert E. Lee?" You asked. A gratified smile went across Mr. Wallace's face.

"Absolutely correct!" He announced before turning back to the board. You shot a glance at Lydia who was smirking snootily.

"Thanks. I owe you one." You murmured.

"Yes you fucking do." She answered back sassily.