To math class, with Sam

After the time he spent with her at lunch, Kevin was actually glad to go to math, since it was the class he shared with Sam. The two of them walked down the hall together, first to his locker, then hers, and finally to the classroom proper. As they entered the room, a frizzy haired girl with huge tits came up to the pair, though her eyes were focused solely on Sam.

"Hey Sam!" she said, "Glad we have a chance to talk before class starts. Hard to get your attention at lunch when you're spending it with Kevin."

"You know he comes first, Zara," Samantha chided lightly, rubbing his upper arm, "Especially when he's been stuck in classes by himself all morning. It's my job to give him the sexy pick-me-up he needs to get through the rest of the day."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Zara rolled her eyes, "Most of us get by just fine with a bit of a taste from Jess, you know."

"It's not the same for guys," Sam said, "Jessica's wetness may seem great to us, but to men it's no different from anyone else's wetness."

"Oh right, I keep forgetting that," Zara sighed with a pout, "Wonder why that is."

"Mrs. Cooper tried to tell us once," Samantha explained, "Something about her juices being filled with these pheromones or something that affect sexually mature women and induce cravings... or maybe it just makes you feel good and the cravings come once you spend enough time around her... I dunno, the technical stuff was already hard to follow, and harder still when all I can think about while she talks is how much I want to watch Kevin bend her over and spank her ass red. Kevin, did she ever explain it to you? ...Kevin?"

Kevin had sort of zoned out when the two girls had started talking, having been more focused on ogling the dusky brown cleavage that Zara's low cut top was showing off. It was, to be frank, a near-perfect titty valley, and it took him a second to tear his eyes away to look back at Sam, "...Huh?"

Samantha giggled at his response, "Nevermind. I can tell your mind was somewhere else."

"It sure was," Zara said, giving Kevin a disgusted look.

Before the boy had a chance to respond, a feminine voice from the door chimed in over the noise, "Sorry I'm late! Everyone get to you seats and we can begin."

Looking in the direction of the voice, Kevin's jaw nearly dropped in shock. The Mrs. Chen he knew was a no-nonsense, somewhat pudgy Chinese woman just entering middle age, and definitely not the 20-something bombshell that was currently walking up to the front of the class. Her short bob cut had been replaced by a long silky black waterfall of hair going down to her waist, which was much slimmer than before. Her body proportions in general were now more befitting of a Playboy bunny, which made sense given that she was now dressed like one, complete with the ears on her head and cute cottonball tail just above her bubble butt. The one-piece 'swimsuit' she was wearing was black, and covered with common mathematical proofs, and when she turned to face the class Kevin was shocked to see that her top left her massive breasts (where he guessed a good amount of her excess fat had 'migrated' to) completely exposed. The only thing giving those two luscious pillows even a semblance of decency was three strips of black tape covering her nipples, the two over her right one arranged in a plus symbol, and the last one covering her left nipple horizontally to make a minus symbol. A bow tie and detached collar around her neck and cuffs on her wrists with multiplication and division symbol cuff-links completed the look.

The funniest thing about this to Kevin was that this wasn't even the most revealing outfit he had seen in the school. At least Mrs. Chen was wearing some form of actual clothing, unlike the 'new' art teacher he passed in the hall.

"Pssst! Kevin!" Sam hissed, "Stop ogling and sit!"

Kevin blushed and quickly sat down in his desk, doing his best to hide the boner now in his lap. As Mrs. Chen began her lesson, Sam leaned over and whispered, "I know she's sexy and all, but seriously Kev, you need to be more subtle than that if you want to avoid detention."

"Sorry..." he whispered.

"It's fine," she whispered back, "I know it's hard to focus with her jugs out and all, but if you manage to get through class, I'll be sure to help you with-"

"Samantha! Kevin!" Mrs. Chen snapped, glaring at the two, "Keep your flirting outside of the classroom where it belongs!"

"Sorry Mrs. Chen!" Samantha said, sitting upright in her chair.

"If I catch you two doing it again, it's detention for both of you," she warned, the sternness of her words only somewhat dampened by her readjusting the bunny ears on her head to keep them from falling off.

Feeling a bit annoyed at her, Kevin decided to pull a bit of magic mischief and murmured, "I wish that those ears and tail were real."

Mrs. Chen's hands dropped down to her sides, and the silk rabbit ears on her head shimmered for a brief moment before the headband vanished and the 'ears' became far more real looking, the 'fur' on them taking on the same color and general consistency as her hair and the inside going from black silk to pinkish flesh. She turned around and began writing a problem out on the board, the tail on her butt (which had turned black to match her natural hair color) twitching cutely as she did.

His minor and petty **** complete, Kevin smiled and tried to think about what he wanted to do next. He could just remain quiet and do his work, but fuck that. Even if he felt like he actually had to learn this stuff the hard way instead of just wishing the knowledge into his head when he needed it, he was horny as hell and needed release. It didn't take long for him to figure out how he wanted to fix that.

"I wish that Sam and I were allowed to have sex in Math class whenever we wanted."

Kevin's vision became blocked by red hair, and he let out a puff of air as he felt the weight of a taller-than-average woman suddenly drop onto his lap. He was caught so off-guard it took him a second to realize that Sam was now sitting on his lap. Looking over to where she should be sitting, he was instead greeted by the sight of Zara in the desk next to him, tapping her pencil on the desk in boredom. He peeked around Sam to see that his desk had been modified to give the cheerleader enough space to sit on his lap.

Sam squirmed, rubbing her firm butt against his boner. She then looked over her shoulder and whispered, "Hey, want me to take off my pants so we can fuck?"

"Fuck that," Kevin said, "I wish that you always wore clothes that would allow my dick easy access to your pussy and asshole."

At first Kevin didn't notice any change in Sam's clothing, she was still wearing the same capris and crop top she had been that morning. However, he soon learned what his wish did when Sam reached behind her and, with all the expertise of someone who had done this countless times before, undid his pants and pulled out his dick. She then guided it to a slit cut into the seat of her pants that he hadn't even noticed until now.

"Do you want the front or back today?" Sam asked him.

Picking up on her double meaning, Kevin responded, "Well, I had a taste of your pussy this morning, so how about the ass?"

"Your wish is my command," she said, before sliding his penis though the slit and directly between her butt-cheeks (apparently her panties had vanished with his wish). He felt the tip of his cock press against her asshole for a brief, teasing moment before Sam pushed herself down, letting her ass open up and slowly devour his cock.

"Ooooh yes," Sam moaned, loud enough that Kevin worried about getting caught. However, other than a brief look from Zara and several other nearby students flinching from the sudden outburst, there was no real reaction from the other students. They, and Mrs. Chen, seemed more focused on the class than what the pair were doing.

Sam started to bounce on his lap, causing Kevin to reach forward and wrap his arms around her stomach. Once she started to get a good rhythm going, Sam leaned forward, allowing Kevin to get a peek both at Mrs. Chen (and her big boobies) teaching and Sam beginning to write something on the desk in front of her.

"What are you... doing?" Kevin gasped, "Are you... are you taking notes?"

"Of course I am," Sam said, letting out a small squeak before continuing, "It's not like you're able to, and I don't mind multitasking. Now hush, before we get in trouble."

"A bit late for that," Mrs. Chen's voice responded from the front of the class, her bunny ears twitching in their direction, "I'm going to have to give you both detention."

"Oh come ooooooooon," Samantha whined, the second word being dragged out as she plunged herself down particularly hard.

"Don't give me that," Mrs. Chen scolded, "You two may have special privileges due to your unique relationship, but that does not mean you are allowed to disrupt the rest of the class with your chit-chat. Now do your business quietly, unless you want to be sent to the principal's office."

"Y-Yes ma'am," Sam stammered, still humping Kevin as she went back to taking notes.

Kevin meanwhile was frowning in thought. He did not like that even while all sexed up, Mrs. Chen was ruining his fun with her uptight attitude. He took a bit of time just thinking of how best to turn this situation around (which also helped keep him from cumming too soon due to Sam's efforts). After a few minutes, during which Sam was doing her best to muffle her vocalizations, he came up with something he thought was pretty good.

"I wish that the reason we're allowed to have sex in math class is because Mrs. Chen has the sex drive of a horny rabbit, and gets off on watching and listening to other people having sex, and our situation provides a convenient excuse to indulge her voyeurism fetish."

Immediately after making his wish, Sam let out a loud moan, her asshole clenching onto his dick. Looking towards the front of the class, Kevin noticed Mrs. Chen's face was flushed with what he assumed was arousal, and even after she managed to look away, her bunny ears seemed to twist as far as they could to keep pointed in the pair's direction.

"S-So as you can see," Mrs. Chen started to explain, her voice having a hint of shakiness to it that wasn't there previously, "If you take the square root of x squared, then do the same to the other side, you'll get x equal to..."

"Oh fuck yes!" Sam squealed, starting to move faster on Kevin's lap.

Mrs. Chen looked at them out of the corner of her eye, and muttered something under her breath before biting her lower lip. She just stared as Samantha continued to put on a show, her lesson momentarily forgotten.

"Mrs. Chen?" a boy near the back asked, "x is equal to what?"

"Huh?" she said, blinking and looking over at him, "Oh, um... it's... shit, where was I? Just a second..."

Several students groaned in frustration as Mrs. Chen turned back to the board, trying her best to find where she left off while Sam continued to make lewd noises in the background. Of course Kevin was ecstatic at this reversal of the situation. Once more, he now held all the power in the class. His only regret was that Sam's body was blocking his view of most of Mrs. Chen's body below her shoulders, making it tough to really enjoy her new outfit. However...

Kevin looked over next to him at Zara, who he had a much better view of in his position. The cocoa-skinned cheerleader looked to be just about fed up with Mrs. Chen, grumbling in frustration even as her eyes roamed the bunny woman's body. Kevin of course was doing the same with the girl's big tits which were close to the size of Mrs. Chen's massive hooters. Kevin decided that if he couldn't get a show from his teacher, he might as well get one from the next best thing.

"I wish that Zara was obsessed with her own breasts, and would play with them whenever she was bored, horny, or just had nothing better to do with her hands."

It wasn't long before the fruits of his labor became clear. Zara leaned back in her chair and started massaging her beautiful boobs, threatening to make them pop out of her top in the process. Kevin watched her do so, fully convinced that he was now in heaven. The only thing that'd make it better...

"I wish she'd let me touch them."

Zara looked over at him and smirked, then scooted her desk over slightly and whispered, "Psst! Want to cop a feel?"

Okay, now he was in heaven.

Kevin reached over and started groping her chest, which Zara happily obliged by leaning over in his direction to allow him to get a better feel. He reached down her top and teased her nipples, which were already rock hard, before going back to cupping and squeezing them.

"These are... you've got amazing tits," Kevin gasped, feeling himself getting close.

"I know, right?" Zara whispered, "They feel so perfect that once I start I never want to stop."

"I know the... the feeling, fuck," Kevin hissed.

"You think that's good," Sam whispered, "Try this on for size."

At this Sam did... well, with the rhythm of her clenching it felt like she was massaging his cock with the inside of her asshole. Kevin didn't know that was even possible, and wondered if it was just his sex-addled brain imagining things. Either way, it worked, and soon Kevin was unloading into Sam's rear entrance, digging his fingers into the flesh of Zara's tits as he did. Both girls let out squeals of their own at this, and from the front of the class there was a low whine from Mrs. Chen, who was staring bug-eyed at the three of them with a face as red as a tomato.

"F-Fuck it, class d-dismissed!" Mrs. Chen stammered, her hands trembling in front of her crotch as her ears stood completely straight on her head, "Just... I dunno, do page 124 in your textbooks for homework."

"But we covered that chapter last month," a girl near the front of the class told her.

"Then 224, whatever, I don't care," she said, "Just get out of here, all of you! I need to get o- er, ready. For the next class."

Samantha chuckled and pulled herself off of Kevin's cock, keeping as much of his cum as she could in her ass. Even so, Kevin couldn't help but notice a faint wet spot surrounding the slit in her pants where his cock had been, making it far more visible than it was before.

"That was fun," Zara said with a wink, pulling back to put her own things away, "Always thought you were kind of a creep, but with hands like those we should do this more often. Or maybe a bit more, if you're up for it."

"Really?" Sam asked irritably, glaring at Zara as she picked up her bag, "The girl who can't keep her hands off her own tits is going to call other people creeps?"

"Hey, when you have tits as good as mine, not giving them attention is a crime in and of itself," Zara said, one hand already going back to cupping her chest.

"Yeah, whatever," Sam rolled her eyes, "I need to stop in the bathroom before cheer practice and 'clean up'. I'll see you there, right Kevin?"

"Huh?" Kevin asked, "I can come?"

"If you want," Samantha's face lit up, "I mean, it's nothing special, we're just going to go over some basic routines, but it'd be so great if you'd come and watch me."

Kevin grinned maniacally at this, "Are you kidding? I wouldn't miss seeing you in uniform..."

Especially the one I designed, he added in his head.

"Great! See you there," Sam said, pecking him on the cheek before heading out with Zara.

"Wait, what about detention?" Kevin asked with a frown, "You know, for being disruptive."

At the question, Sam let out a hearty laugh, "Nice one, Kevin. Mrs. Chen never gives us detention, especially when we put on a good show. Later!"

Kevin picked up his bag (which he noticed felt lighter, probably from the lack of a math textbook since he apparently spends the whole period fucking Sam now) and made his way to the door. He was one of the last students there, but as he started to walk out he looked back at the flustered and now very embarrassed Mrs. Chen trying desperately to maintain her composure. Since she let out class early, he did need something to do between now and cheer practice... maybe that 'something' could be her, even if he only just came a couple of minutes ago.

Then again, she was pretty bitchy to him before... even if that reality was no more, maybe leaving her to deal with her needs on her own would be more fitting...