Yeah, fuck it, why not?

You debate with yourself for a few long seconds, then decide to go for it. Sure, Irma Scrottworth was nothing near the hotness of Miss Heath, but you're a little annoyed by the bait and switch and are still fired up and horny. You shake your head and grab Irma's hips, thrusting hard and deep into her drooling pussy.

"Outh! That hurth, juth a thecond!" Irma grunts, but you're too gone to hear her. You pull out part way, then thrust in again, causing another groan from her.

After three or four thrusts, she's loosened enough for your to start sliding in quickly and smoothly, and is even feeling pleasure if the way she's moaning and shaking her hips wildly is any indication.

Actually... by the way she's bucking around, you're having a hard time just staying on the girl!

She's squealing and moaning happily on your cock, clearly enjoying herself. You slap her on the ass a couple times, trying to get her to calm down a little, but she doesn't seem to notice. So you reach up and grab one of her greasy pigtails, using it as a bridle just to hold on.

Clearly she's lost track of you entirely, so you decide you're just going to hurry up and get your nut off.

Leaning back, you try to time your thrusts for when she gyrates your way, and soon get into some sort of rhythm with the madly spasming girl. The soft sound of your hips smashing into her little ass fills the tent, as Irma quiets down and seems to just be groaning into the table, pushed into a near constant state of orgasm. She has a small pool of drool forming next to her face, and it's threatening to drip off the table.

You feel your balls tighten, nearing the tipping point yourself, when you hear a noise from the back of the tent. You look up and see Miss Heath come back in and take off her coat, the vision of loveliness filling your sight. She turns toward you and looks happily surprised, covering her giggling mouth with her hand as she watches you ruthlessly fucking one of her favorite students.

She blows you a kiss, and suddenly you lose it. You clench up, yanking Irma's head back with a happy wail on her part, then you fire off a thick stream of cum into your classmate's belly, coating her insides enough that it flows back out down her thighs.

Miss Heath comes over and sits down on the other end of the table, stroking Irma's hair, and you grunt and thrust again, slamming Irma's hips into her table edge, filling her with a second load.

You pull out, panting heavily, still half hard and covered in liquids.

Irma slumps into her own drool puddle, clearly exhausted.

Miss Heath smiles happily at you two.