12th Grade Guy - E.L.A Class

"Now, in this passage, what literary device do we see used the most often, Corey?" Mrs. Pendelton asks, being the bookish, middle-aged White woman who is Corey's E.L.A teacher.

"Hm?! Whuh?" Corey gets startled back into reality, not knowing what is going on.

"I asked: what literary device do we see used the most often?" Mrs. Pendelton reiterates, slowly walking over to Corey.

"From— from the passage?" Corey asks, putting his finger down on the paper in front of him that contains the reading, not even being on the page that everyone's on.

"Mm-hm." Mrs. Pendelton affirms with a nod, coming closer to Corey.

Corey starts frantically skimming the text in search of the answer. The sound of him flipping a single page back and forth was the second loudest thing in the room, coming right before the humming of the air conditioner, but also sometimes being overtaken by his constant sniffles. His classmates watched him try his hardest to find the answer while Mrs. Pendelton stood over him, staring down at him so menacingly that he could feel it.

"Uh— um... is— is it— um... repeti—"

"That is incorrect, Corey. Pay attention, it's not that hard. Yes? You try." Mrs. Pendelton gives the go-ahead to a student that raised their hand to answer her question and starts pacing away from Corey, being quick on the draw to say that Corey was wrong, preemptively suspecting that he would give a wrong answer.

"Is it alliteration?" the student answers.

"Correct. All throughout the passage, we saw the letter A keep appearing as the beginning letter of many words. You had to NOT be reading in order to not think that to be the answer." Mrs. Pendelton says, being underhanded in her way of making more of a fool out of Corey.

"(What an unnecessary bitch.) *sniffles* (For fuck's sake, my damn allergies...) *sniffles* (have been KILLING me! I'm drowsy,...) *sniffles* (I keep sniffling, and it really...) *sniffles* (doesn't help that you're such a bore. Like, cut me) *sniffles* (some slack. I do all my work to near perfection) *sniffles* (and don't ever screw around because that'd) *sniffles* (just give way to me facing bullshit.) *sniffles* (Even if I could fuck around, I wouldn't) *sniffles* (because I'm just that studious.)" Corey starts having angry thoughts.

As the lesson continues, Corey fights the urge to not fall asleep, his body at times jolting whenever his head starts to tilt back and he whips back upright. It wouldn't be long until Corey fell asleep with his eyes open.

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Corey would jolt awake, startled by how he just dozed off in the middle of class.

"Awake now, are we, Mr. Groves?" the teacher spoke, being at the front of the classroom with her back turned to everyone as she wrote on the whiteboard.

Corey, knowing that when his teacher referred to someone that way meant trouble for them, braced himself to face the music.

"Well..." Pendelton put the marker she was using down and about-faced to Corey, "I hope none of use were a disturbance to your MUCH deserved rest." she stated.

"I'm sorry, it wo— UH! WHAT THE!!!?"

"Is everything alright, Mr. Groves?"

"Y— y— y— y— y— you— you— you— you— you— you look DIFFERENT, MRS. PENDELTON!"

"Not to be rude or anything Mr. Groves, but it is now just MS. Pendelton. And I beg your pardon, but what could you possibly mean by me looking 'different'?" she adjusts her rectangle glasses, "I've always been the busty redhead teacher that you know and love." Ms. Pendelton states, crossing her arms underneath her massive bust, only serving to emphasize their stunning greatness more.

Ms. Pendelton would stand tall in her high heels with her legs decently apart from each other as she cocked her hip to the side, looking at Corey who had been at a loss for words due to what was in front of him. His once very reserved and quite unattractive English Language Arts teacher had miraculously gone through a total transformation, becoming this 5'7 (excluding heels) woman that looked no older than 30 and had vibrant red hair that had been tied back into a scholarly bun, and had these plump lips that were painted in a seductive red coat of lipstick that shined in the room's lighting. Her attire consisted of a white blouse, a short pencil skirt, and sheer pantyhose.

As normal of attire as this was, it was all made into a mockery due to how her oversexualized body turned them into garments that accentuated her every physical characteristic: having now an hourglass figure that magazines would show on their front cover despite it being edited in photoshop, an extremely massive pair of juggs that were just bursting out from her half-buttoned top due to how uncontainable they were, a peach ass that was jutting out from underneath her skirt and was threatening to have a little bit of its plumpness pop out from the bottom of its hem, and having decently slender legs that still managed to have a good amount of thickness in the thighs; a more top-heavy woman than she was bottom-heavy. The only thing unchanged about his teacher were her rectangle glasses, but even that enhanced her sexiness due to it giving her that extremely hot teacher aesthetic.

"I— I— I— I— I— I— I— I— I— I— I— I—..." Corey can't help but stammer like a complete idiot as he takes in the sight of his slutty-looking teacher standing in front of him, especially staring at how giant her knockers are - the way her cleavage was all too easy to see due to how very open her blouse was, the very same blouse that her boobs were straining against, pressing so hard against the fabric that it looked like her erect nipples could just tear right through it at any given moment.

"Oh, I get it now. You must not be feeling well due to your allergies, and also due to the fact that you've been performing sexual acts all throughout your day in school since you ARE the smartest student ever. So smart in fact that you're respected by all and can do whatever, but mainly just exercise that through sexual acts." Ms. Pendelton elucidates like the brainiac bimbo she is.

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Corey, still unable to come to grips with what's going, just holds his head in his hands and looks down at his desk. It was then that a knock was heard at the door, prompting Ms. Pendelton to go over and answer it, having her eye-catching hips, sexy walk, and tight ass all be viewable to Corey, or at least it would've been viewable to him had he not been still looking down.

"Oh, it's you!" Ms. Pendelton would greet the person after the clicking of the door's locking mechanism was heard.

"Yeah. It is I: Ms. Sloans." a monotone female voice would respond to Ms. Pendelton, sounding sarcastic in tone.

Knowing that name, Corey would look up and see emerging through the door a history teacher that he's had in the past. She was a 5'4 White woman in her early thirties that had mildly unkempt wavy-curly brown hair that was cut short at her jaw, helping frame the quite youthful look this young woman maintained. Clothing her slender body was a long-sleeve shirt with yellow and white stripes and a blue denim skirt that went past her knees. Corey would remember this as his teacher's most worn outfit, making her instantly recognizable to him, just minus the part where she was now sporting a large and heavy-looking pair of breasts which made it obvious that she didn't have a bra on, seeing as how the hefty protrusions coming from underneath her shirt were sagging down to the top portion of her midriff, starkly contrasting with the spheres of Ms. Pendelton that seemed to be almost on par with what Ms. Sloans had, even though hers were without much sag, if there even was any sag.

"What brings you here?" Ms. Pendelton asked.

"I don't know. Just stoppin' by... I guess." Ms. Sloans answered in a uninterested way, despite her being the one that came on her own volition.

"Good, good. Classes okay?"

"I guess, yeah." she answers, in a way looking quite under the weather.

As the two teachers wasted valuable time having a very fruitless conversation that seemed to be going nowhere, Corey would find himself mesmerized by the size of his past teacher's insanely sized tits, looking like something made-up due to how she had such a modest physique, but had breasts one would mainly see on a fat woman. Corey's pants were stretching from how much his boner was bulging from underneath, making sitting a pain and compelling him to shoot up from his seat. Him getting up proved to do only a little bit for him as he was still uncomfortable having his erection contained, leading him to unhesitatingly unbutton and unzip his pants to have his cock spring out freely. The repercussions for doing this did not occur in Corey's mind once because he just felt like this was something okay to do, but even with this way of thinking, he still wasn't that on board with what Ms. Pendelton said earlier about his grand status in the school. Corey would stand there, looking at the two women having short back and forths with each other as the entire class stayed patient. Corey would start absentmindedly jerking off to the dreary-looking Ms. Sloans, and while doing this, the girl next to Corey would indiscreetly snap a picture of his penis getting beaten, having the flash on, but yet not managing to alert Corey; she touched herself to the blurriness of his member.

"(Man, I want those tits so bad.)" Corey thought, making an intense face as he rubbed one out to Ms. Sloans.

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Not wanting to dawdle any longer, Corey took the initiative and walked over to the door where the two were at - his dick swinging around through the opening of his pants. Standing beside the two, Corey looks back and forth between the two phenomena that are people who have taught him and have also undergone significant changes to their body.

"Hi, Ms. Sloans." Corey butts in to make himself known, his penis pointing at Ms. Sloans as it wags up and down.

"Hm? Oh, is that you, Corey? I didn't even see you approach." Ms. Sloans closes her eyes and starts rubbing them, letting a yawn out in the process, "My allergies have me so sleepy. I can barely concentrate." she answers, sounding even more lethargic and zombie-like, not to mention the fact that Corey can see the dark circles under her eyes.

"I see. Question: why are your boobies all of a sudden so... big?" Corey asks a very rude question in a way that is quite polite and respectful.

"Oh, right." Ms. Sloans looks down at the hard-to-miss hump coming from her shirt and then grabs her tits by their undersides, "Yeah, my, uh... my boobies are also a result of my allergies. It's a real pain having allergies that give me these two big pains since I know gotta go around braless. Y'know, just letting 'em hang and swing everywhere as I go about my days. All this extra weight makes getting to classes so much harder." Ms. Sloans obliges Corey in explaining how much her allergies affect her.

Corey was only half-listening to Ms. Sloans because ever since she began casually massaging her breasts, Corey had just been full-on staring beams at her bustiness, squeezing his dick at how a woman could just so nonchalantly start doing that kind of thing in public and right in front of him of all people.

"Are you well, Mr. Groves?" Ms. Pendelton asks the entranced Corey, concerned by how he's opting to rub himself off to a woman that's standing right in front of him, rather than just directly using her body to satisfy his lust.

Corey hears Ms. Pendelton's question and looks over at the tricked out teacher, "You got allergies, too?" he asks, completely ignoring what she asked.

"Thankfully, I do not, Mr. Groves. But I must ask if it is because of my appearance that you think I would have allergies? As I previously said: I've always looked this smokin' hot. You don't have amnesia, do you?"

Corey just shakes his head no before going back to look at the buxom nature of Ms. Sloans, "Say, tell me more about how all... this..." his waves his hand around in a circular motion as to highlight how he specifically wants her to talk about her burdensome chest, "affects you."

"Ugh, well as much as I wanna complain about how I don't get how Ms. Pendelton pulls it off with those volleyballs she's got, I think I've talked about the weight part enough. Now, let's see~, oh, I can talk about how uncomfortable sleeping is. Gone are the days when I could sleep on my chest, only now able to sleep on my sides..."

Corey began tuning out of what Ms. Sloans was saying, going back to focusing on the things that were making her life difficult. Acting on pure impulse, Corey would reach out and sink his hands into the soft and malleable breasts of Ms. Sloans, not alerting her in any way whatsoever as she just kept on speaking. Corey started heaving her enormous knockers upward like he was lifting up boulders with herculean strength before letting them drop back down and watching them swing from underneath the covering that her shirt provided. Growing tired of such plain attire being on such an exciting body, Corey pulls Ms. Sloans's shirt up all the way to expose her unnaturally all-natural 34K-cups that wobbled around heavily upon reveal. Immediately after doing this, Corey heard something wet hit the floor multiple times and would look back to Ms. Pendelton who was faintly quivering where she stood. Looking down, he would see a puddle of pussy juice between her heels.

"Hehehe, sorry. I got jealous." she laughs nervously and says to Corey with her eyes closed and an endearing smile being on her face.

"...is why in the mornings now, I always wake up covered in ungodly amounts of cum." she yawns out loud, "But it's my fault for leaving my door unlocked. Oh, I'm so out of it that I didn't even feel you pull my shirt up. Man, I really do forget just how massive they can get. Ugh, that reminds me - washing them is such a pain. It's like cleaning pillows of lard. Always having to hold them up with what little muscle I have while also soaping them up all over, making sure that all the semen is..." Ms. Sloans went on to rant about another inconvenience that's related to how busty she's become.

Corey was again barely paying attention to what she was saying as he was having too much fun with her K-cups that had a shape akin to the bulbousness of a speed punching bag, the way they were less full at the top, but got much more fuller and spread wider towards the bottom, a shape which made it possible to see her immensely huge cans from even behind her as her slim frame had no way of covering what she was carrying in the front. Corey's tongue was stretched out to its limit as he used it to thoroughly lick upward on the brown, coaster-sized areolas that Ms. Sloans had, feeling all the little bumps that surrounded her thick nipples. The effort Corey was putting into licking Ms. Sloans's boobs could be seen by comparing the dry and untouched parts of the slopes of her breasts to the much more spit-shined bottom parts that was all thanks to Corey's dedication to the parts that were the most fatty. It was then that Corey started undoing the the buttons at the front of Ms. Sloans's skirt, leading to its eventual descent to the floor. Corey rolled the talkative teacher's panties down her legs until they were around her ankles, letting her bushy crotch be available for viewing. Stepping up to her to an extremely close degree, Corey would bring his hands around behind her back to plant his hands on her modest ass cheeks and grip them as he postured himself appropriately to stick his dick in her hole.

"...going to the coffee shop is now a guaranteed grope fest and a chance for men to put their 'cream' in my coffee. Oh, when did you put your penis inside of me? Actually, that also reminds me of how my students have caught on to the fact that I'm very exploitable like this. I sometimes go into like a zombie state during lessons and am prone to doing things I wouldn't normally do. This morning, a student whispered something and it ended up with me flashing my whole Global class. I woke up to a bright flash, so I can only assume that a lot of my students have photos of me showing my swollen breasts. Wonder how long it'll take for them to use it against me for extra credit... or just sexual favors. Whichever type of extortion comes first. Another thing..."

Ms. Sloans kept on with her rambling, not letting the every inch of Corey's penis that was going in and out of her at a rapid pace be a disturbance to her speaking. Corey, in the agreeably awkward sex position he'd taken, would perfervidly ram his entire cock upward into Ms. Sloans's vagina over and over again. A very heavy juxtaposition would be created between him and her, in the sense that Ms. Sloans remained calm and collected, not even looking at Corey as she was having her body be used like a cumdump, and on the other hand was Corey who was the antithesis to the nature of Ms. Sloans as shown by how he was fucking her like the rabid dog he'd become, grunting with each thrust that sent his ballsac flying back and forth in all of the raging lust he was letting out. Corey would at times pull out of Ms. Sloans just to lower himself in front of her boobs and stick his face between them and also give her erect nipples another round of intense sucking-on.

"...how I found out that the principal and the vice principal have semen that tastes like black cherry. Oh! Oh, I sure felt that this time. You just ejaculated inside of me. Oh, and it feels like a lot, too. Ooh~, you're still going. Very impressive as always." Ms. Sloans, in her still vaguely emotionless state, claps for Corey, making all the rest of the room's occupants clap.

Corey—having just jizzed his brains out—stepped back from Ms. Sloans, letting his penis leave her womanhood with a thick trail of cum oozing from his penis, as also did a string of white stretch out from between the teacher's pussy lips. Even though he'd just shot a big amount of his seed inside her, he would see no excess of it be drained out from her pussy: it's like it had been absorbed.

"But sorry to inform you of this..." Ms. Sloans bent over to pick her skirt up and start rolling up her panties, letting her massive juggs hang heavily and swing around as she tidied herself; Corey would see this sight and reach under her torso to start grabbing her titty as she slowly rose with her panties, "most likely disheartening news, but my allergies make me sterile. So if you had any hopes of me getting pregnant because of all what you just gave now, my apologies. Goodbye!" Ms. Sloans said in the same deadpan way she'd been saying everything, except when she bid farewell because that's when she perked up and smiled brightly to give a wave before turning around and leaving the room.

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Corey, having accomplished having flagrant and unprotected classroom sex with Ms. Sloans, now felt weird just standing up, especially whilst being exposed. Finding it best to return to his seat, he put his undone clothing back on the way it was and walked over back to his chair.

"NOW, JUST WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING!!!?" Ms. Pendelton shouted out of nowhere.

"Huh?! What?! Am I in trouble?!" said the startled Corey as he looked back at his teacher.

"My apologies, Mr. Groves. I didn't mean to startle you and would never dare talk to you in such a way." Ms. Pendelton looked to Corey before shifting her focus elsewhere, "I meant HIM! EUGENE!!!" she exclaimed, pointing a finger at who she was talking to.

"HM?! Y— yes, Ms. Pendel—"

"Don't you 'Yes, Ms. Pendelton.' me, boy!" she said as she walked over to Eugene who was shaking just as much as her own titties shook as she approached the scared student, "Do you really think that I cannot see you over there on your phone? Touching yourself to PORNOGRAPHY!"

"OH, MS. PENDELTON, PLEASE! I'M SO SORRY! IT WON'T HAPPEN AGAIN!" Eugene became more frantic as he removed his hand from his pants, using it to fumble his phone into his pocket.

"I cannot underSTAND you kids nowadays!" Ms. Pendelton starts pacing around the room with her impactful heels filling the silence as she's about to go on a rant, "Always on your phones! Ignoring life and what's important! I mean, SERIOUSLY! Why look at BREASTS on your phone..." Ms. Pendelton very abruptly turns to Eugene with her fingers gripping her shirt, going on to then rip it open with much power, "when you instead can be looking at MY excellent hooters!" she finishes, having her chest stuck out towards Eugene who is looking up at his teacher's impeccable tits, in awe at how well-sculpted her chest balloons are and how hypnotic her large and pink areolas are.

"Ahhhhnnnn..." Eugene opened his mouth to say something, but only accomplished making a braindead noise and having a stream of saliva pour from his mouth like a cartoon character, "C— c— can I... can I t— touch your... your boobies?" he said while raising his hands up at Ms. Pendelton's juggs, sounding way dumber than before as if Ms. Pendelton's breasts drained him of intelligence.

"I don't know. Ca~n you?" Ms. Pendelton taunted Eugene's imperfect English, putting her hands on her hips and seductively twisting her torso left to right as she looked down at the student with an eyebrow raised.

"M— may I?" Eugene corrects himself.

"Yes, Eugene, you may touch my bre— OH MY!"

Eugene didn't even let Ms. Pendelton finish her sentence as when he heard words of affirmation come from her mouth, he just leapt forward and took her fleshy bags of fun into his hands, mauling at the boobs whose perkiness practically gave a big middle finger to gravity, the way they refused to realistically sag.

"Holy moly, Ms. Pendelton. You have GOT to be the bustiest chick I've ever seen in real life! My fucking GOD!" Eugene voices his excitement as he puts every ounce of muscle into squeezing his teacher's melons like it's going to raise his grade.

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"Pfft! As IF!" a feminine voice from the opposite side of the room where Eugene and the teacher were could be heard.

"Huh? Who said that?!" Ms. Pendelton turns away from Eugene and stands tall, making Eugene have to stand behind the teacher and casually grope her from behind.

"IT WAS I, SALLIE, MS. PENDELTON!"

There, across from Ms. Pendelton, stood one of the class's smartest students: Sallie. Sallie was a fair-skinned Asian girl that stood at 5'2, having bone-straight black hair that was cut into a bob with bangs covering her forehead. If the big, round glasses weren't enough to let someone in on her intellect, then surely it would be her modest attire: always wearing long-sleeve shirts with denim jeans and her never-changing dirtied sneakers. What she made up for in smarts, she very much lacked in sex appeal, being a very homely girl with no curves anywhere on her.

"Ms. Xiao, what is the meaning of this? Surely you do not object to Eugene stating how I am the most buxom woman he's ever laid eyes on in reality!" Ms. Pendelton talks all high and mighty despite getting felt up by someone who's about a fraction of her age.

"Of course I object! And that's because..." Sallie grabs the bottom of her shirt and lifts it all the way up to reveal an impossibly ginormous pair of breasts that seemed to have just magically come into existence, not ever showing any sign of them being under her shirt as there was no bit of protrusion coming from underneath it, "HE'S NEVER SEEN MINE BEFORE!!!" Sallie states, holding her shirt high up above her goods, her elbows pointing upward as she unabashedly flaunts what have to be L-cups.

"You cannot be serious, now. Those are obviously a sham! Just look at how they poofed into existence. No way a girl like you could have such natural developments and not tip over with every step you take - too small! Clearly this is some sort of trickery you devised with that big brain of yours! An ancient Chinese secret, hohoho!" Ms. Pendelton taunts Sallie, doing a cartoonish laugh.

"I'LL SHOW YOU! EUGENE! COME AND GROPE ME!" Sallie commands.

Without any objection, Eugene goes over to Sallie and puts his hands on the massive breasts being presented to him. A breath of excitement would be let out as he kneaded all the fatty goodness his classmate allowed him to.

"They real, Eugene?" Sallie asks, smiling arrogantly.

"God, they're as real as my erection." Eugene admits.

"Thought so! Now..." Sallie takes her pants and underwear off and mounts herself on top of her table to then lean her body backwards at an angle that causes her boobs to fall to their respective sides, "...fuck me, and I might let you cheat off me on the next quiz." she says, her legs spread as she welcomes Eugene with open legs and a pink pussy whose vibrant hue clashes with the jungle-like nature of her unkempt black pubic hair.

In an instant, Eugene takes down his sweatpants and underwear in one fell swoop, and comes barreling towards the divide of Sallie's leg with his cock homing in on her vagina. As if it was rehearsed hundreds of times, Eugene perfectly penetrates Sallie's hole and starts channeling all the horny energy he's been brimming with for such a long time now inside, all thanks to the rampant indecency of his classmate and teacher. His body hunches over as he powerfully drills himself into the girl's wet orifice that makes the rough sex they're having in front of everyone all the more motivating. His grip mainly lies on the massive mammaries that are just incapable of remaining still because of how intensely the girl's body is being hammered up and down by the young man's enthusiastic thrusts.

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"Well, it's good that the two of you are partaking in coitus. It allows me to continue on with the lesson." Ms. Pendelton says, walking on over to the front of the class where the board is, still having her oversized breasts out and bouncing, just totally available for all eyes that may come their way. The room had a new baseline of quiet, as in the standard noise level now consisted of the angry grunts and groans mixed in with the deliberate inhaling and exhaling that came from the two students aggressively fornicating with each other, not to mention the girl that was still masturbating to Corey's dick. Corey couldn't help but feel like he was the weirdest one in the class because of how he was paying so much attention to them, thinking about how strange it was that these two people that seldom interacted with one another were now engaged in hardcore sex.

"Can someone come up to the board and list as many synonyms for this word?"

Hearing Ms. Pendelton's asking for participation was what got Corey to look away from Eugene being deep inside Sallie's guts. Corey would notice that Ms. Pendelton had gotten a new shirt somewhere between him looking at his classmates fuck and her being at the board, one that was not ripped and made her look like she originally did when he first saw her in her new and sexy form. Looking at the board, Corey would see the arrangement of letters that his bimbo of a teacher had wrote on the board was "BREASTS". Before Corey could let his mind linger in bewilderment at the text, a tall, Black, nerdy-looking fellow with bedhead and poor fashion sense volunteered. The gangly student rose from his seat and headed up to the board where he'd be given the marker that Ms. Pendelton used.

"If you use the words in a sentence, you get extra credit." Ms. Pendelton lets him know.

Nodding his head in acknowledgement, he began writing complete sentences, underlining the synonyms he thought of as a means of highlighting. What followed this was Ms. Pendelton all too happily reading out every sentence he put on the board and then following it up with a comment of hers on what he wrote.

"The school's vice principal has a nice set of milkers. Mine are better, but I concur."
"My friends always talk about how big our 8th grade science teacher's boobies were. I wonder if you guys bring me up in those conversations."
"I live next to a family where all the females in there have amazing cans. It must undoubtedly run in the family."
"Staring at titties is how I pass the time on public transport. That's no different from how I often get distracted by my own cleavage when driving."
"One time during an exam which I had been the first to finish, I was the last to leave because I stayed just to stare at my proctor's massive juggs that she had resting on top of the table she sat at. Hm~, I think I also have that effect on people. If it helps, young man, you may touch my breasts if that makes thinking easier." Ms. Pendelton lets the erotically literate student know.

He looks at Ms. Pendelton and nods.

"Brilliant!" Ms. Pendelton shows joy and willingness in letting a student touch her for the sake of boosting their efficiency in writing, going on to grab the front of her shirt and rip it open like she did earlier so she can have out her obviously fake and unsupported chestbound goods.

The student lifts his hand up to Ms. Pendelton's chest and starts casually groping it, not bothering to look at what he's touching and instead keeping his eyes on the board as he continues writing.

"Females with DD-cups and up are essentially just a walking pair of tits, but only if they're attractive. Bold statement."
"The Muslim clerk at my supermarket should be considered haram since her melons are so obscenely big. I wonder if a burqa would help with concealment."
"This summer I want to go to a nude beach and stalk all the females that possess giant knockers. If only every beach were a nude beach."
"Last week, I almost got caught photographing a blonde bimbo's balloons on the bus. I wouldn't mind getting that picture in my e-mail."
"Every single day, I fight the masculine urge to tear girls' shirts off and do whatever to their chesticles. Keep it up because you really wouldn't want to end up in the Dickcipal's office for destruction of property." Ms. Pendelton says.

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"Dickcipal? What the fuck is a— yo." Corey says in a whisper to the guy sitting next to him, "What's a... a Dickcipal?"

"It's what you renamed the principal."

"I— ...okay, fine." Corey doesn't bother questioning such a reality.

"Yup." the guy affirms and goes back to minding his business.

"...Then why's the vice principal not called the Vice Dickcipal?" Corey raises a good point he wants addressed.

"Because it's a title given only to males."

"Alright... alright, fine."

Corey goes back to watching the unhinged lesson that is taking place in front of him, noticing how the sentences that are being written on the board are becoming more sinister, sexist, and silly at the same time. Corey rubs his hand over his eyes, and upon reopening his eyes, he makes eye contact with one of his female classmates that was just minding her own business. She was a 5'4 Latina with black hair she kept up in a sleek ponytail that went down to her shoulders, and had a body that was slim up top and thick on the bottom as could clearly be seen by her wearing of a crop top and tattered shorts.

Just barely does one second of their eyes meeting pass by before the girl says out loud, "Oh, right! Where are my manners." and proceeds to grab the bottom of her crop top and pull it up off her body, allowing her small 34A breasts to be let free and come into the view of all. Corey takes his fists and puts them up to his eyes to give them a good rubbing, just to then open them back up and see the girl standing up with her back turned to him as she bends herself over at the waist during the removal process of her shorts, revealing the plump, heart-shaped ass she's got on her. Now naked, she plants her hands on her knees with her legs bent and distantly parted from each other to start vigorously twerking, causing her cheeks to ripple and jiggle with an amount of **** so great, it's practically palpable through vision alone. No one around gives any attention to her bouncing buttocks, even if they could hear the clapping and smacking of her booty - Corey was her only audience.

"(I don't know what kind of manners she was missing, but that definitely ain't the way to find it.)" Corey thinks to himself as he keeps his eyes on the ass-bouncing Latina.

"Yo, bro." the guy next to Corey taps Corey on his arm.

"Huh?"

"My girlfriend wants to say hi." he says, holding his phone screen up so Corey can view it.

Appearing on screen in a live video call was a smiling blonde White girl. Corey had never seen this girl before, but that didn't matter since she was happy to see him, waving her hand at the perplexed Corey who could only sit there and watch this stranger until the guy would withdraw his phone from Corey's line of sight. The girl lowered the hand she was holding her phone with until it gave a worm's-eye view of her body, and from there she would use her free hand to lift up her shirt and flash Corey her big 36D boobs. Corey reflexively shook his head at the sight of this unknown girl's bell-shaped tits falling out from her shirt and jiggling right in front of his eyes, with her downward gaze from above looking at his reaction.

"HEY! JUST WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING!!!?"

A voice that had to be from an angry woman was heard on the girl's side. The guy's girlfriend—with her D-cups still out—looked up in front of her with a face of moderate shock. The video would become shaky as the girl's phone would get taken away from her.

"I was only saying hi." the girl who was now off-screen could be heard explaining the situation.

Taking up the video call was a teacher that Corey had later on in the day. She was a middle-aged Black woman with black hair that was tied up tightly into a small bun, and she always wore glasses on her face which always had this mean scowl on it. Corey didn't know what to do in this situation, only being able to stay frozen and look awkwardly at his teacher as she squinted her eyes at the phone as to assess what's going on. It was then that his teacher's scary face turned into one of surprise due to her realizing that Corey was the one on the other end, and not long after that realization, his teacher went on to do the exact same motion as the girl did before with her shirt, pulling her maroon sweater up to flash Corey her way bigger 36G-cups that put the blonde's greeting to shame as they also have these huge, dark areolas on top of her attractively saggy knockers that were taking up the majority of the phone's already sizeable display.

The guy pulled his phone away from Corey's eyes and put it back in his pocket as he went back to paying attention to the depravity going on in the front.

---

Corey gets intrigued by the loud, clapping ass cheeks of the Latina, always hearing it in the back of his mind, but the things he was giving his focus to at times would take precedence over the booty-shaking noise. Corey looks over to her and instantly notices that she's worked up quite the sweat, as told by how her whole body looks more smooth and saturated.

"¿Me vas a joder o que? Me estoy cansando." she says to Corey in Spanish all of a sudden now, looking back over her shoulder at him.

"Wait, you saying if I don't fuck you, you won't stop shaking your butt?" Corey asks, understanding a language he feels he barely does good in when it comes to academics.

"Sí!"

Feeling like it'd be **** if he didn't fuck her, Corey steadily rose from his seat and went over to the girl. As he walked, he looked over at Sallie and Eugene still getting it on. Sallie now looking like her brains had been fucked out given the way her neck was limp and her head was lightly swaying around as she continued to get pounded: her eyes rolling into the back of her head with her tongue hanging out from her mouth that was in the shape of a crazed smile, not to mention that Eugene was flooding the girl's vagina with his seed. Corey bumps into the Latina's plump behind due to him not realizing that he made it to her faster than expected. As weird as he felt right now, he wouldn't let that get to him as he would undo his pants and get off his underwear to have his penis spring free once more. Grabbing all that fat, fleshy, warmness that was the Latina's big behind, Corey put himself inside her and would have his penetrating of her hole be met with her slamming herself back onto him before he could even get one thrust in. Corey would do his best to reciprocate this energy by syncing up his thrusts with her backwards pushing, an effort that didn't take much effort from him.

"EDGARDO!!!" she yells with her accented voice.

Quickly, a tired-looking Hispanic male with a wide and stocky build comes to the two of them, the student looking totally mellow and yet at the same time, faintly happy. Edgardo places himself in front of the Latina, his crotch right there in front of her face as it moves back and forth with every thrust she gets dealt. Edgardo grabs the waistband of his sports shorts and in one go, drops both them and his drawers down to the floor. Corey's eyes widened a bit at how huge and beefy this guy's package was, looking almost exactly like a piece of meat one would see hanging inside a butcher's shop.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm, dame esa verga~!" the girl said, smiling at the meaty phenomenon hanging between Edgardo's legs, just only a few centimeters from her face.

The girl opens up her mouth to a very wide extent, making an "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah" sound as she rolls her tongue out and stares at what awaits her. Edgardo wraps his hand around his member, wrangling it like it's some animal, and slots it into her mouth, suppressing her prolonged noise-making to nothing but just a vibrating moan. As if being calm was just an act, Edgardo clamped his hands down on the girl's head and started bulldozing her face in with an unforeseeable amount of ferocity. Harsh gagging would quickly become the next noisiest thing in the room, as the Latina's throat was now being made into something akin to that of a fleshlight. Corey would be taken aback by this sudden display of sexual savagery, finding his rhythm being messed up by this new counter-****, and overall just becoming less focused.

"She always does love enforcing that rule of balancing a pussy-pounding with a messy fucking of the mouth." Edgardo looks at Corey and says, smiling very friendly with his eyes closed as if he isn't in the middle of fucking the flavor out his classmate's mouth.

---

Corey manages to get his groove back in fucking the girl, adequately adapting to the spitroast he's now found himself in. Remembering that he's in class, Corey looks around the room to see who is watching him, and to his slight surprise, sees that no one is excessively intrigued by him. While Corey looks around, he sees Saiya, one of this school's brainiacs. Saiya—who was Indian—was always very modest in terms of appearance, being practically unfashionable due to how often she came to school wearing lame clothing one could easily be made fun of for, and also her questionable grooming, always coming in with her black hair tied up into a disheveled mess, not to mention she always had ashy elbows.

Corey couldn't help but stare in disbelief at her as Saiya was now this top-shelf bimbo, having amazing hair that cascaded down to the middle of her back, and healthy brown skin. Gone was her poor sense of fashion as she was now wearing clothes that made her look just as much a whore as she was a poindexter. On her was a white bandeau crop top that barely contained her enormous and perfectly round and non-saggy 32F melons as they were bursting out so much, her dark areolas were slipping out at the top, a bonus to how the sheer fabric of her top didn't completely hide her pepperoni nipples that were erect and stabbing at the revealing garb. On the bottom were what could be called booty shorts since her now incredibly fat ass cheeks were hanging out the back, functioning more like a glorified thong at that point rather than shorts. And for footwear, she was wearing brown cowboy boots.

"Corey, I acknowledge that you are flabbergasted at my unprecedented appearance." Saiya speaks all intelligently to Corey, making eye contact with him from across the room.

"Uh— uh— uh— er—" Corey stammers.

"Do not fret. I only look like this for the sake of acquiring a scholarship to a prestigious university. It requires that I excel both academically and sexually. I am still the same intelligent young woman that you've come to know this semester." she explains all seriously as if doing that will make someone take her seriously even if she's got her ill-exposed titties spilling out from both the top and bottom of that joke of a garment she wears.

"I uh~... I—" Corey struggles to come up with something to say back, especially when he's trying to keep focus on fucking the girl he's preoccupied with.

"I possess enough clairvoyance to know what you have to say. I also agree that I can be more sexual. I'm still trying to abandon my poor fashion habits while also trying to learn a new way of styling myself. I don't think cowboy boots are all that slutty."

"You— you— you—"

"I suppose that in the meantime, I can always compensate by just performing sexual deeds."

Saiya reaches her hand down beside her into her handbag that she replaced her old and worn backpack with as to match her new aesthetic. As she sifts through her bag, the guy next to her that's looking at the board and is taking notes, nonchalantly reaches his hand over to her chest to start grabbing her titty like it's nothing, and that's because it is nothing as made evident by Saiya not reacting in any way to this unannounced groping. Saiya takes out a big dildo from her bag and dips her head back with her mouth opened so she can stick it down her throat like how sword-swallowers do, giving Corey the opportunity to watch another fellow classmate throat something phallic and large in size, paying close attention to the way her esophagus contracts as she shoves the silicone down her throat. Saiya flawlessly pulls the dildo out from her mouth, it now being coated in her saliva. Saiya goes on to casually insert the sex toy into the tight cleavage formed by her great, big knockers, sticking it so far down that a good portion of it would appear out from her underboob. Corey watched as this girl rubbed the fake dick betwixt her breasts, all while she still paid attention in class, perfectly showcasing what it meant to excel academically.

"You— you've got some fanTASTIC... honkers!" Corey finally blurted something out, although it was impulsive and he felt like he only wanted to say half of what came out of his mouth, the other part feeling like some unknown **** made him say what he said.

Saiya's attention shifts back to Corey, "I appreciate your words of admiration. Now have this." she says and then quickly grabs her bandeau top with both her hands to forcefully rip it open and expose her jiggling juggs to Corey as thanks.

Seeing this made Corey immediately jizz buckets into the Latina, causing him to struggle with not falling to the ground as he got weak in the legs from the violent orgasm he was experiencing.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm, eso nunca envejece, oh dios miooooooooooooooooo!" the Latina takes Edgardo out her mouth to say, only to then have Edgardo roughly put himself back in here and start fucking her harder than before.

---

After regaining his composure, Corey pulls himself out of the girl. Amazed at the climax he had just reached, he looks down at his dick and her pussy to see the kind of destruction he caused. Both his penis and her vagina were leaking with sticky white, dropping on the floor.

"I'll take it from here, man." some random dude sitting in a seat near Corey says to him and grips her fat ass cheeks as he gets to eating out the Latina, licking up Corey's semen and all.

It was then that the class's door could be heard opening, making Corey look up to see who it was. Entering the class was a Black girl whose hair was in a moderately sized curly afro, wearing a hoodie that had the school's volleyball team on it and also a pair of black shorts with sneakers.

"Hachoo!" Corey sneezed, receiving wishes of good health from all the people in the room.

"You! Strip now and leave your clothes outside! Corey is CLEARLY allergic to your clothing!" Ms. Pendelton commanded the girl, drawing an incorrect correlation between Corey's arbitrary sneeze and her arrival.

Corey, not caring to process what his teacher had said, looked up to see the girl undressing right there at the doors, and due to all that's been going on, he didn't bother with questioning it, accepting the girl's baring of her nice physique that had 38B-cups, an adequately thick ass and thighs, and also a shaven cunt as just another piece of the bizarre situation he's been in. The girl dumps her clothes outside and goes to where she sat, dropping down in her seat with enough **** to have her boobs do a little bounce upon putting her ass in her chair.

"Ms. Pendelton, since she's back, may I use the bathroom now?" a skinny light-skinned Black girl with loosely coiled black hair that goes down to her neck and also has on a dark blue floral dress asks with her hand raised.

"Go." Ms. Pendelton permits.

As urgent as the girl made it sound, she took her time with getting out of her seat, all because she was slowly getting up off the dildo she had all this time been sitting on. Standing up, she pats down her dress and heads for the doors, wiping up some pussy juice she had on her and then sucking it off her hand. Corey was just left standing there looking at the long object she was secretly pleasuring herself with.

"May I also use the bathroom?" an Asian guy asks in the same fashion.

"Now, do you really need to use the bathroom, or do you just need to cum?" Ms. Pendelton asks.

"...The latter, Ms. Pendelton." he answers, looking a little bit ashamed.

"Do it in class." Ms. Pendelton tells him.

Just like that, the student unzips his pants and whips his cock out through the fly, not even bothering to get up. There was a short delay between him taking his penis out and then finally shooting out an abnormal stream of ejaculate onto the floor at the center of the room, expelling it from his urethra in both a fashion and an amount similar to that of urination. It wasn't too long for before a puddle of thick semen was formed on the floor, only getting bigger as this guy seemed to have loads of it stored up inside him.

"Is it okay if I have that?" a fair-skinned Muslim girl asks him.

Looking like he was experiencing total relief, the guy softly nodded his head as he laid back in his seat and continued jetting out loads of cum from wherever he was getting it from. The Muslim girl who had a petite build and was wearing a gray hijab with a tan short-sleeve and denim jeans, got out from her seat and approached the pool of jizz. Getting on her knees, she would bend herself down to get her face near it and stick out her tongue to start licking up good portions of it. She wasn't afraid to put her whole hands in the collection of sperm, it was actually to her benefit since she would at times clean whatever was on them with her tongue. It wouldn't be an exaggeration for someone to say that she was making a meal out of her classmate. Things would lightly escalate to her taking off her shirt and bra, letting her 34A breasts come out to have fresh semen rubbed on them by her, spreading it all over herself like it promoted healthy skin.

"(I don't know if I should be creeped out by this or by the fact that I'm not already creeped out by this.)" Corey thought whilst watching.

---

"My word, young man. Your use of literary devices is making me— MMMMMMMMMMMMMM!"

Ms. Pendelton, still watching the student write out dirty sentences on the board, became more excited as she saw the most basic uses of similes, metaphors, alliteration, etc. get used by him in his now more sexist and abhorrent writings, with sentences like:

"I saw this lady with these awesome bazookas bouncing around in her tank top as she was jogging, and it made me want to tackle her like a football player."
"If a chick's gazongas are big enough, I look for a ways to touch them by false accident, but usually get slapped or yelled at in the end, but it's still worth."
"Big and pointy boobs are what I call zeppelins."
"All Hallow's Eve is only good when there are a bunch of stupid bitches out showing off there pumpkins."
"I almost sharked a girl in public because her massive magumbos made me mad."

"Great HEAVENS! KEEP GOING!!!" Ms. Pendelton cries out in ecstasy.

It's at this point that Ms. Pendelton has her back against the board and is fondling herself whilst rubbing her clitoris. Her heavy chest heaves up and down as her breathing becomes more and more labored with each sentence that gets written down.

"HNNNNNNNNNNNNGH, JUST LIKE THAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Just like that, Ms. Pendelton was letting out her love for the English language in the form of her gushing out her pussy juice in front of all her students. It took all her strength not to fall on the floor as her legs became weak from how hard she was spraying, not to mention it was harder for her to see with how much her eyes were crossing, looking like a total slut who'd lost control. Her fat-ass breasts would bounce a lot as her body would often jolt and her hips would thrust forward, adding a variation to the spray pattern coming from her cunt. Her climax would last for about half of a minute, and from there she would regain her composure and assume her original demeanor as best she could.

"Sorry for all of that class. Thank you, young man. You may be seated now." Ms. Pendelton dismissed the student who had been the one responsible for giving her sexual stimulation.

---

"We will now have Alea and Thea come up and present their project." Ms. Pendelton announces.

A White girl and a Middle-Eastern girl get out from their chairs and go up to the front, both of them smiling confidently as they are both sure that they are going to do a good job with their presentation.

"So, for our project..."

Alea was the one that started things off. Alea was a Middle-Eastern girl with light brown skin and bushy black eyebrows that went well with her short and wavy hair. She wore a salmon polo shirt with blue jeans.

"Right! The book had themes of..."

Thea continued off from what Alea had said. Thea was a slim, pale White girl that had freckles all over her and also had curly orange hair that went just a bit past her shoulders. She had on a floral yellow spaghetti tank top and brown culottes.

"And to supplement that, it is on page—"

"Alea, what do you think you're doing?" Ms. Pendelton interrupts.

"Hm? Wha— what do you mean?"

"You can't be giving a presentation with a posterior that arousing."

It was true, tightly packed into those jeans of Alea's was an ass so fat and nicely curved, that one could rest a cup on top of it - an ass that should be seen in porn.

"And Thea, you should know better than to attempt giving a serious class presentation when you have that big o' pair of titties on that slim body of yours. And it's only made worse by the fact that you're wearing a tank top. There is no way you cannot know what you would be doing when you left home today dressed like that."

Ms. Pendelton made another valid point, the ginger had some big, heavy swells hiding in plain sight underneath her shirt, and it didn't help how much her puffy nipples were poking through it, even the outlines of her areolas could be made out.

"Ms. Pendelton..." Alea speaks up, "might I ask how that relates to us giving an effective pre—"

"How many of you here know what these two's topic is." Ms. Pendelton asks.

All at once, a portion of the girls in the classroom raise their hands, including the girl touching herself to Corey, the Latina, Sallie, and the Muslim girl still indulging in the puddle of jizz. Along with the females who didn't raise their hand, there was not one male who raised his hand - all of them had vacant expressions.

"Can't you two see that it's obvious that none of the males and even some of the females care about what it is you are talking about since the both of you are so sexy that your words go through one ear and out the other for most of your peers?" Ms. Pendelton makes her point.

Alea and Thea just stand there, not knowing what to do, both just looking perplexed and feeling weird now that they know they're being objectified and barely being praised for the work they felt so passionate about presenting; Thea tries to cover up her chesty assets, but it doesn't prove fruitful due to her skinny arms not having enough mass to achieve a satisfactory result - her cleavage and just overall her bust is too much to hide.

"Well, seeing as how you can't present academic work... get naked and present your bodies to everyone." Ms. Pendelton comes up with a resolve.

Alea and Thea both open up their mouths as they want to say something, but only manage to let out a faint sigh in defeat before slowly bringing their lips back together. The two of them put their papers on top of the teacher's desk, with Alea folding her lips inward as she gives Thea a look, prompting Thea to shrug her shoulders and shake her head as to convey that she's just as lost and also finds this to be totally inane nonsense. The two girls begin their undressing in front of the whole class, with Alea starting off with her polo shirt that ends up on the floor with Thea's pants. They both move on to taking off the article of clothing that covers up their most notable features, resulting in everyone seeing that Alea has on a bra and no panties, and Thea having on panties and no bra. With the two of them side by side, seeing them was like looking at yin and yang, how Alea had breasts that were of a modest size, but was undoubtedly packing a ton in her curvy ass and thighs, and Thea's skinniness being present in her legs and rear, but avoiding her chest area to allow for her to have a whopping pair of 30Hs that stick out past the sides of her torso to let those that walk behind her know that they're in the presence of a chick with a giant-ass rack.

"Start." Ms. Pendelton says.

Alea turns around and bends her back over, putting her hands on her bent knees as she pushes out her massive butt so everyone can have a good look at it. Thea raises up her arms high and puts her hands on the back of her head; her breasts heave up and down with each breath she lets in and out. Alea begins wiggling her ass from side to side, getting her cheeks to jiggle a little, and as that's happening, Thea is twisting her torso back and forth, a motion that she doesn't seem to be putting a lot of work into doing, but the effort producing amazing results as the girl's fatty H-cups easily sway to and fro.

"Okay. Either of you have any details that you want to add with your presentation?" Ms. Pendelton asks.

Both of them sigh.

"My ass here... is prone to receiving a lot of unwarranted touching by both students and faculty whenever I walk the halls." Alea says in a tone that shows how much she wants this to be over, then goes on to part her legs from each other to assume a stance that lets her properly shake her ass up and down at a steady pace, but still enough to have her cheeks quake like there's a self-contained earthquake happening in her rear; her pussy lips get spread a bit.

"I also find myself being the subject of unwanted touching... and not only in the school." Thea starts to bounce on the balls of her feet, making her boobs jiggle up and down while they swing frantically, "Elderly men on the bus will often use their old age as an excuse for their 'accidental' touching of my breasts. I often just pretend to sleep so I don't have to talk to them, resulting in me opening my eyes several minutes later and seeing that my boobs are exposed and have marks from groping all over them." Thea says, her juggs moving around in unpredictable ways as she talks.

"Good! Keep going." Ms. Pendelton says.

Corey keeps watching Alea and Thea, hearing whatever they have to say about the features that got them into this situation. It is then that Corey's head starts to feel funny, a weird light starts blurring his sight, until suddenly, umbra clouds his vision.

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"...eping?" a familiar voice is heard.

Corey's eyes very slow start to open up.

"Are you asleep, Corey?" Mrs. Pendelton asks the awaking Corey.

"Hm? Uh, no. No, I'm not."

"Then tell me what was the word that I just said." Mrs. Pendelton asks, crossing her arms as she looks at Corey from across the room.

Corey starts brainstorming every possible thing that she could've said and finally goes with: "Onomatopoeia."

"Oh..." Mrs. Pendelton nods her head, "in your dream it might've been, but it's not here. Stay awake, Corey."

"(That's...) *sniffles* (Mr. Corey to you, bitch.)"