1st Class of the day - History

We grabbed our usual sets towards the back of Mr. Danshawitz's history class. I took the opportunity to look around the room. Everything looked normal, excepts for 5 of those 'replacement students' from the hallway spread throughout the room, each in seats missing their usual occupants (no one I knew beyond seeing them in class), and one other person displaced so the jock could sit next to one of the cheerleaders. I still couldn't get over how out of place they all looked. Too old, the guys too ripped (even the 'nerd' wearing actual suspenders), the girls all too pretty and all in different skimpy cheerleader outfits.

Mr. Danshawitz got right to it, continuing our section on the Great Depression. I was on the edge of my seat, having trouble following the lesson, waiting for more weird stuff to happen, but it was an entirely normal class and I ended up mostly paying attention after all. One of the cheerleaders was loudly popping some improbably strong bubblegum (seriously, the bubbles were the size of her head; I couldn't figure out how she popped those without covering her whole face in gum) every few minutes, which was annoying, but otherwise nothing unusual.

"Ms. Fucksalot, no bubblegum in class, please," Mr. Danshawitz commented after a bit, making me double take at the name as he continued talking about the Smoot Hawley Tariff Act and how it helped cause the Great Depression. He carried on for a bit longer, before she blew and popped another bubble. "Ms. Sasha Fuschelatte, spit that gum out now," he added again crossly, apparently heavily emphasizing her name (which I realized was just barely not what I first thought it was). He turned from the board and glared at her expectantly. She chewed and glared right back. Then began to blow another bubble.

Mr. Danshawitz slammed his chalk down, shattering it (he was the only teacher in the school who still used a chalk board; apparently he had insisted on it as part of his contract), and angrily marched down the aisle toward her as the bubble grew. That wasn't too odd; he was from the 'take things away and you get them back at the end of the day' school of handling disruptions. What was not normal was him undoing his belt and zipping down his fly as he went. He pulled out his dick with one hand, gabbed the girl with the other, and pulled her head to his crotch, popping the bubble (leaving her face covered in gum) and slamming his dick to the hilt into her mouth. "I said, no gum in class," he repeated calmly, as if giving her a normal lecture about interrupting class, as he pulled her head up and down on his dick. After a few thrusts, he pulled out, slapping her gum covered face with his dick a few times. "Now are you ready to give me the gum and stop interrupting class, or do you need to **** on more dick?"

"Wait until my parents hear about this," she shot back angrily. "My mom is on the PTA! She'll have you fired!" she continued, as if he didn't have her half bent over, her face pressed into his crotch and his cock resting against her right cheek. I couldn't help noticing that despite her objections, she was nuzzling it lightly.

"Yes, yes, as if I haven't heard that one dozens of times over the years," he replied, thrusting back into her mouth, anything else she meant to say lost as all she could get out were glucking sounds. He pistoned in and out, and she moaned in spite of her objections, clamping her lips tightly around him and doing her best to suck him off. He grunted, thrusting into mouth and holding there, grunting. Sasha swallowed a few times, made light gagging noises, and then after a bit, apparently unable to keep up, cum sprayed out of her mouth. "Now, can I continue with the lesson, or..."

She coughed a few times, some cum running down her face and dripping onto her shirt, then reached inside her mouth and somehow handed over a wad of gum (despite a huge amount of it still visibly all over her face, alongside the cum). Mr. Danshawitz nodded, walked back to the front of the room, zipping back up and and tossing the gum in the trash before picking up his chalk (somehow unbroken despite it have clearly gone to pieces earlier) and resuming the lesson. No one else in the class seemed to be paying any special attention to any of this at all, and resumed taking notes (or not). The only sign anything had happened was Sasha glaring at Mr. Danshawitz's back, shoveling some of his cum into her mouth while the rest dried on her face and shirt.

"What the fuck! Dude, did you see that?" I whispered to Amir.

"Shh," was all I got back, as Amir and everyone else went back to taking notes as if that 5 min interruption in the class hadn't happened. I sat there dumfounded while also doing my best to pay attention as the rest of the lesson proceeded normally, still on edge, but nothing else happened. Mr. Danshawitz somehow got his entire lecture done, as usual just as the bell rang, and everyone filed out of the classroom.