Yes, but there’s no hiding from Izzy’s pheromones.

“When a single sperm penetrates the egg, the cortical granules adjacent to the site are triggered to fuse with…”

It was relaxing in an odd sort of way, just lying there in post coital bliss, dreamily listening to the science lecture. Mrs. Grey kept on straddling Izzy as she addressed her class, lazily riding her half-hard cock. Every now and then Isabel’s cock would give another fresh spurt into the older woman, and by now she’d released so much that where their bodies joined had become an obscene frothy mess.

Despite how much she wanted to stay in this moment, Isabel could feel her anxieties slowly creeping back in. Could she get women pregnant? Jean certainly seemed to think so. Were all these women she’d been with in the last few days really consenting? She wasn’t so naïve to think this was how they normally behaved. Certainly they’d been forceful with her, but if it was her mutation making them act this way didn’t she have an obligation to resist?

That last thought led to another troubling realization; she’d been confined in a room full of people for over twenty minutes now. Inciting an orgy at the airport had only taken half an hour or so, but that had been a much more open space and she wasn’t actively getting fucked at the time.

She’d been completely focused on the gorgeous woman riding her, and willfully trying not to think about the class full of strangers surrounding her, but now Isabel **** herself to turn her attention back to them. What she saw was worse than she’d hoped, but not as bad as she’d feared.

All of the students were at least squirming in their seats, either trying to find a position that would let them ignore the feelings creeping into them, or just looking for something to discreetly grind against. A few were rubbing themselves over their clothes, trying to be sneaky and failing completely. The pretty brunet girl, Jean had called her Kitty, had managed to quietly slide her desk closer to the absolutely massive boy next to her, and her hand was stroking over his groin.

“Mrs. Grey… Jean? I think I need to get away from here. Look at what’s happening.”

“Hmm?” Despite having been giving a lecture Jean seemed to have been miles away. Eyes focusing, she looked over the room. “Oh goodness… you’re right of course. This is unacceptable.”

Izzy breathed a sigh of relief. At least one of the teachers here could be reasonable. Chairs squeaked as several students got up, collected their things, and walked out of the class spontaneously. Some, but not all.

“There we are.” Jean was purring now, her riding pace starting to quicken again. “Only adult students left. Thanks for catching that.”

Kitty had fished the big man’s cock free of his jeans, it’s size to scale with its owner, and was beginning to pump it with her fist. A girl near the back, blue hair with pale skin and wild yellow eyes, forcefully yanked a gold-colored boy to the ground and shoved his face between her legs. Not that he seemed to mind. Students were rapidly starting to pair off, seemingly at random.

Things were getting out of hand and Izzy had no idea how to stop it.