The morning after

As you hoped, you were allowed to peacefully get fucked on the teacher desk by Mrs. Dinbowl monster cock, while Max and Jamie were jerking off at the sight.

The glamor you'd put her under allowed you to give her orders as if she was hypnotized, so you were able to let her personality leak through a little, which was a lot better than getting fucked by a machine.

Then, as you got a massive cream pie and came like you've never come before, the bros spit roasted Alice on the floor mats while you remained on the desk with your legs spread and pussy gushing onto the lacquered wood.

You giggled as you slid off and saw you left a figure eight of cum behind where it pooled around your cheek. A few wet napkins got you clean enough to dress up again.

Jamie had volunteered to use her mouth and Max had taken her from behind. It had been a show as they tried to find their rhythm, but Alice had enough autonomy to help them out as well. You let Max and Jamie borrow a few wet napkins as well when they finished fucking their teacher.

You always thought it was weird guys wouldn't get purses, they're all watching survival and doomsday prepper shows about being prepared, but they barely bring a phone and a wallet with them in their day-to-day. And these guys even had school bags, but nope, no "I just fucked in a school bathroom," kits in there either.

Oh well, maybe that would change tomorrow, you thought to yourself back then.

After you cleaned up, you decided in unison to make the program not work unless you were all gathered and there would be a 24 hour inactive period, unless you all wrote into the program to cancel the moratorium. It was clear to all of you that the program could be abused. Hell, what you did to Alice would probably be worth prison time if this sort of software was common and regulated.

And now, as you wake up the day after, you smiled as you remembered the surprise that was in store for you three.

Morning passes with few controversies, classes are uncontroversial, with the exception of mrs. Dinbowl's being interrupted by her having to milk her tits and her semi-erect dick poking at her skirt in her suit. Nobody seems to be bothered by it, though, so you assume this sort of appearance is not unusual. You wonder if there are many other like her around.

You guess there is at least one, if not more.

As you come close to lunch break, the class almost magically extract themselves from the classroom. The glamour from yesterday still in effect as the four of you find yourself together in the classroom again.

"I brought lunch," Mrs. Dinbowl declared after a moment of silence as she picked up a few bags of chinese take-away from behind the desk.

"I thought I smelled Chinese food," Max beamed as he dug into the plastic bags and put the boxes on a student desk. "That was a clever suggestion, Ale-Alex," he says to you.

Hmm, they both stutter on your name sometimes. You can't recall that being a thing before, but you smile and take a box of General Tso chicken and chow down. "I wouldn't want to do any of this stuff on an empty stomach," you speak between chews while casually checking the time on your cell-phone.

You got half an hour or so before things reset, so you need to get the boys cumming before then. Then again, maybe you should just jerk off yourself before then and leave them to experience the surprise second hand...