With your butthole newly ravaged by the principal and her monster dick, you walked shakily out of her office. You found an empty classroom to rest in for a while and tenderly sat yourself down at the teacher's desk. The seat was extra comfy and the desk was big enough for you to sprawl out on. You leaned forward, perched your head on a folded arm, and went to sleep.
You felt something poking your cheek. You opened your eyes and came face-to-crotch with Ms Nanci's dress, which was being held up and out by a very prominent bulge. The tip of the bulge was very gently nudging your face. Ms Nanci was reading from a sheet, seemingly oblivious to your presence. You looked around and realised that while you had been napping, another class had filed into the room and started up: Ms Nanci's English class. You remembered the rumours about her giving boys a chance to bump up their grades if they were falling behind. "Blowjobs get B's and B's get degrees," was what they all said about her. Sometimes a student would be mysteriously absent during her class and you and the other guys would wonder if there was a connection between that and why Ms Nanci seemed so eager to stay behind her desk.
Now though, she didn't have to hide anything. She was reciting a passage from some text while standing up, and was nudging you awake with her cock. You asked her what she was doing. She paused, looked down at you over her erection and shushed you.
"Doug, don't disrupt my class."
You opened your mouth to object but it was quickly filled with the taste of her dress. Ms Nanci moaned and used a free hand to absentmindedly stroke your hair.
'Out of the frying pan and into the fire, I guess,' you thought.
You straightened up, reached forward and held up the teacher's dress. Underneath, her cock was straining against the thin fabric of her panties. You delicately fished it out and brought her panties to the floor. Ms Nanci kicked her knickers off her feet, edged forward and flipped the hem of your dress over your head, all without missing a beat in her reading. Not that her covering you up really hid anything. The class knew exactly what you were doing as the lump caused by your head rocked back and forth under the teacher's frock. It did allow you to focus on pleasuring her cock as much as possible. You rolled your tongue and hummed. When you managed to make her gasp or squeak in the middle of her lesson, you made sure to remember why and try it again. You felt her hips start to tremble when the voice of a student cut through the air.
"Ms Nanci, when you're done with Doug, can we play with him too?"
Ms Nanci gasped. Whether because of you or the question, you didn't know.
"No, young lady! You're not allowed to... Ngh... Didn't you hear the p-principal this morning?"
Then there was a male voice.
"Couldn't you do it privately, so us guys don't have to see this?"
That got a round of snickering from the female students.
"What? You jealous of Doug?"
"Don't be lame."
"How about you and me go somewhere private instead?"
Ms Nanci cut them off, and started thrusting into your face in earnest.
"As long as I'm still able to teach, what I do with Doug is my business. Do you understand? He's the teachers' slut and if any of you boys don't want to see this from your desks, you can always volunteer to join Doug, and see what it's like from under my dress!"
That thought must have been enough for her, as you had to start sucking down the creamy fluid Ms Nanci started shooting into your mouth. You heard her grunt and felt her hands gripping your head as she tried to stuff every last inch of her cock into your throat to finish up. Eventually the flow subsided and she slowly pulled away. As you slid your head out from underneath Ms Nanci's dress, you wiped the drool from your face and looked to the classroom. All eyes were on you. Some were horny, some were in disbelief. One particularly brave young man sent up a hand from the back of the class.
"I'd, uh... I'd like to volunteer."
Ms Nanci's lips curled into a wicked grin.
"Oh, I like your spirit. Unfortunately, I couldn't possibly have sex with my students in class. We'd never get anything done. That said, come back to my office after school. I think I might just be able to help you."
As for you, it was time to go somewhere else.
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