Begin a mess of a lecture...

Thinking back to the outrageous amount of cum that pixie girl received earlier, you remembered that even in your best release before defiling her throat, you were not able to produce a tenth of that amount. This had to have been one of the many hidden gifts the disembodied voice bestowed upon you! Seeing that there are about twenty-five minutes left of lecture on the front clock, there isn't a better time to test your limits and endurance.

After dragging bimbo girl to the front of the lecture hall by her wannabe hime-cut hair style, you lift her up by her armpits, and try to maneuver her to sit on the professor's podium on stage. You noticed that she surprisingly re-attained her cellphone, and has comically managed to keep it in her hands texting away as you dragged her along the hall room floor on her back like a mop in messy kitchen.

"Now class this is how you apply the...", the professor dictates as she goes into another part of the lesson, ignoring the fact that one of her students is sitting on the wrong side of the room, and in a place that would be against any college policy.

"Sorry, no more of that!!!" you say out loud, as you interrupt the professor by grabbing her arm, and directing her off the stage, placing her behind one of the emergency exits close to you.

At first glance you see that the professor isn't too shabby looking herself, and compared to the bimbo girl her makeup looked very professional and not over done. The professor was wearing a nice perfume with a fragrance that smelled like she spent more than a pretty penny for.

However, you had to **** your attention off the professor, and onto bimbo girl, as you have something planed and "stored" all for her. The professor wasn't currently using the podium herself for teaching, but you seek to rectify this situation. You give the professor a final nice big smack on her rear that echoes throughout the classroom, and closed the door on her.

"Now class, my name is John Doe, and I'm the substitute teacher," you exclaim loudly, thinking of the irony of how your are about to teach a class in a school that you almost flunked out of. "Today, we are gonna figure out one of the most perplexing age old questions that have plagued horny man of all ages: How much cum could a bimbo take, if bimbo could take a record breaking amount of cum?"

Looking at the class, as the professor is no longer around to pay attention to, you see some students starring bored at the ceiling, while other students are texting on their phones, or typing on their laptops. Others still are taking notes somehow, or reading their textbooks, but most continue to sit slouched, staring at the front with a droll and uninterested look in their eyes.

"Tough crowd." you say. "Stupid Luke, you always call me Brandy when my name is Britney you fake Denzel Washington..." bimbo girl, whose name is apparently Britney, muttered out loud texting on her phone.

Not knowing who Britney is talking about, but a little ticked off that she of all people is calling anyone fake, you walk to the podium, grab her designer jean jacket off her body yelling "FAKE", and throw it to the floor. Then you proceed to grab her indigo tube top and pull it over her head yelling "FAKE" again, but thinking mischievously, you come up with another idea.

Going behind the podium and pushing a button to the side, you end up letting down the projector screen about halfway. Hooking up the bottom of her tube top to the overhang of the projector, you go back and let it up again. Higher and higher her top goes up, until sadly, contrary to what you though would happen, it rips in two easy, tearing some of her frontal bra support with it in the process.

Britney, none the wiser, continues to text away, unaware she was showing more skin then she would ever lead any male with; her tits in her semi-ripped black laced bra visible to the whole class to see.

"Wow even what you are wearing is imitation. I bet you ended up getting some Chinese knockoff," you say to yourself, attention focused on a particular area of interest. You go up to remove her bra; the sneer on her face focused at her phone making you both peeved, and aroused at the same time. As if it were reading your mind, the torn bra could no longer handle the weight of her mounds. Her chest gasping for air, slowly rips the remainder of the bra on each side, revealing, one after the other, two of the most beautiful breasts that you have ever seen.

"Looks like this ugly duckling is hiding two amazing swans," you joke to yourself. Upon closer inspection, after tossing away what rags remain of the bra, you see that the white milky twins are both perfectly natural and about slightly smaller than a D cup size with more than enough mass to hold in one hand. Seeing such a surprising sight has gotten you hard, and eager to start your experiment.

But to prepare yourself for the longest sex session you have had yet, you walk off the stage, into the crowd, and take a couple student's water bottles off there desks, also securing some baby oil from a girl who was using to moisturize her hands. You know you will need all the help you could get to last this marathon you are about to start.

"Okay class is in session, and it is time for this experiment to begin!"