It's time for a calculus class nobody will ever forget... except, of course, they will.

(Author's Note: there's a small amount of gay -- as in male-on-male -- content in this chapter, because realistically, that's what would happen. If you don't like it, tough. It's not exactly enlightened to fantasize about two women fucking while shunning two men doing the same thing.)

As you arrive on campus, you're on top of the world, still high on getting **** on one of the worst bullies of your life. Everywhere you look, you see people of all shapes, sizes, colors, and any one of them -- or all of them -- could be yours to do with as you please. The sheer power is intoxicating, and you're determined to test things out.

Your examination of the device's source code last night led to some interesting discoveries. First off, you learned that you don't need to actually see an individual in order to affect them; merely knowing that they are there is sufficient. Second, and more useful, is the device's ability to mass-manipulate a group of people at once, simply by thinking something that starts with You all. The device seeks out everyone within the vicinity, stopping when it either hits a wall, door, or other solid object, or when it hits the limit of its range -- whichever comes first. Basically, this means you can affect an entire room without having to tediously look at each person individually.

Given that knowledge, you device a plan in your head as you walk to your first class of the day -- calculus. The teacher of this class is Miss Kincaid, a tall, thin, regal-looking woman with long auburn hair that she wears tied up in a bun. Combined with the black-framed glasses and typically conservative outfits she wears, she's practically the definition of "stern-but-sexy schoolteacher". As you enter the classroom today, you find that her fashion sense remains unchanged, as she sits at her desk in the corner wearing a long, navy-blue skirt, crisp white blouse, and shiny black flats on her feet.

Sitting down at your desk, you begin to put your plan into action, sending your first command to Miss Kincaid as students are still wandering into the room. She gets up and walks to the door. The door has a window built into it, and inside the window are internal louvers that can be rotated to make the window transparent or opaque. Miss Kincaid flips a little lever on the door, and the louvers swivel down, blocking the view. Can't have any passers-by seeing what goes on in the class, after all.

Once the bell has rung and all the students are seated, Miss Kincaid closes and locks the door. This is actually not your doing, but is rather her normal practice: she's extremely strict about attendance and tardiness, and students not present when the bell rings are not allowed to arrive late. It just so happens that, today, this policy works in your favor. You broadcast to every person in the room: For the duration of this class, you are all extremely horny, compliant, and sexually uninhibited. When the class is over, you will all forget the sexual aspects of what has occurred, and believe that it was a totally normal lesson.

Immediately, you can feel a change in the air. You look around the room, taking in the differences. Students who would normally be chatting and laughing with each other are still doing so, but their voices are quieter, huskier, and in their eyes you see gleams of desire. Several girls in the class are apparently not wearing bras, and their hard nipples are visible through their shirts. The boys sport extremely visible erections, and a few students of both genders already have their hands down their pants, quietly stroking themselves.

Miss Kincaid stands up, walks to the front center of the room, and surveys the class, slowly scanning the room with her eyes, gently biting her bottom lip with obvious desire. She reaches up to her neck, and undoes two buttons, and for the first time you realize she's considerably more well-endowed than you thought; she always managed to hide it surprisingly well under those somewhat loose-fitting blouses. "Okay... class..." she begins, breathily. "I hope you're all... prepared for... today's test..."

You're going to postpone the test, you think, so we can all get to know each other instead.

Miss Kincaid blinks, and her hands move to the third button on her blouse. "Actually," she tells the class, as she undoes the button, and continues moving down, "why don't we push the test off until later, and get better acquainted with one another? It seems like all I do is lecture you folks, and I'd really like for us to become... closer." At that, she finishes undoing the final button on her blouse, and shrugs it off of her shoulders, revealing a lacy white bra holding her two surprisingly large breasts. You hear a quiet gasp from one corner of the room, a soft moan from another, and Miss K smiles in response to these. She walks back over to her desk, pushes the contents of it to one side, and hops up, sitting on it, her legs dangling off the front. Her skirt lifts slightly as she does so, and for the first time you see that she is wearing sheer white stockings.

"Okay," she says, clapping her hands together and rubbing them. "Who wants to go first?" Every hand in the classroom except yours shoots up. There's that compliance I asked for, you think, smiling. "Whoa, whoa, one at a time!" Miss K laughs. Let's start at the back left. The four of you all come up here, please. Four people -- two younger women, one older woman, and a young man -- get up from their seats and walk to the front of the room, standing in a line to the left of the desk. "Okay, starting from you at the end, I want each of you to introduce yourself to the class, and what your favorite sexual position or act is. Or, if you're a virgin, what you want to try out," Miss K says, looking down at the far side of the line.

The first young woman has short, brunette hair in a pixie cut which, combined with a small button nose and slightly pointed chin, really does make her look somewhat like a small woodland fairy. Any further resemblance, though, is dashed by her outfit: she wears high black boots, tight jeans (also black) that hug her figure, a button-up flannel shirt, and a jean jacket. "Hey," she says, "I'm Jesse, and I love eating pussy, especially in a sixty-nine."

The second young woman is quite different, having very full-bodied, wavy, long blonde hair, with long bangs brushed to one side. Her hair frames her face, cascading down over her shoulders to just above breast level. She wears pearl-colored teardrop earrings, along with a simple black spaghetti-strap dress with a yellow sunflower print on it. "Hello," she says in a sweet soprano voice, smiling shyly. "I'm Ashley, and I love being fucked from behind when I'm on all fours."

The older woman wears brown Birkenstocks, loose-fitting, high-waisted light blue jeans, a brown belt, and an airy periwinkle button-up shirt through which her nipples are prominently visible -- she's definitely not wearing a bra. Her hair is curly and blonde, and she wears little sapphire studs in her ears. "I'm Madeline," she says, "and frankly I don't care what position I'm in, as long as I get to fuck some young boys and girls!" There's a smattering of laughter from around the classroom at that.

Finally, the young man steps forward. "Hello, I'm Tommy," he says, "and I love having girls suck my cock." Tommy wears khaki pants and a striped polo shirt, and has short, brown hair.

"Thanks, all of you," Miss K says, looking at the four of them. She's now breathing heavily, her chest heaving, and she massages her left breast with her right hand as she speaks. She looks up at the rest of the class, and your own gaze follows, as you take in the various perverted scenes you have wrought.

In the back right corner, two blonde girls have removed their T-shirts and bras, respectively wearing ripped jeans and a pink skirt. They're passionately making out, fondling each others' breasts. In front of them, a young woman with long red hair leans over the blonde man next to her, her mouth bobbing up and down on his erect penis. To their left, two other guys sit, their pants unzipped, stroking each others' cocks as their tongues explore each others' mouths. Towards the front left of the room, a statuesque, olive-skinned beauty with long, silky, black hair sits next to a short Chinese girl with a bob cut. The olive-skinned girl has pulled her white tank top down, letting her large breasts hang out over it; and the Chinese girl has pulled off her own T-shirt, revealing her own tiny, erect nubs. Both of them wear skirts -- a calf-length, silky red number on the tall girl, and a leather miniskirt on the other -- and both are pulled up, exposing their naked, pink, glistening pussies, which they both rub vigorously, gasping and moaning as they do so.

Miss K sighs at the sights in front of her; if she has any inkling whatsoever that things aren't normal, she sure isn't showing it. She looks back at the other four, who are all visibly aching to get started themselves: shifting back and forth on their feet, hands down pants or up shirts. "Okay," she tells them, "let's see you do what you described." She reaches behind her back and undoes the clasp on her bra, then pulls it forward, letting her large, soft, inviting breasts fall free, her nipples standing out like little pink strawberries. Then she hops off her desk, grabs the hem of her skirt, and in one quick motion, pulls both it and the white lace panties underneath it down, revealing a neatly-trimmed triangle of curly reddish-brown hair, and beneath that, puffy, pouting pussy lips, shining with moisture. She brings one finger down to her pussy, sticks it just between the lips, and runs it along the edge, shuddering as she does so. She pulls it out slowly, and the glint from the overhead lights reveals a thin strand of girlcum running from her wet slit up to her fingertip. She brings it to her mouth and sucks on it with a little happy noise.

Beside her, the four people don't waste any time getting started. Madeline kneels in front of Tommy, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. She only needs to push the fly of Tommy's boxers aside a little for his dick to spring forth, and immediately she takes it into her mouth and starts running her tongue all around the tip. As she does so, she unbuttons her shirt, letting her prodigious mammaries spill out. You notice a little milky fluid drip from her nipples. and realize she's lactating; she must have given birth recently, and is breastfeeding.

Next to them, Ashley is definitely on all fours, as she described. She's removed her underwear -- a cotton, canary yellow bra and panty set, from the looks of the pile next to her. Her dress is bunched up around her waist, letting her small, conical breasts hang down in front, and revealing a large, rosy, glistening pussy hanging down in back. But rather than being "railed" by a man, Jesse kneels behind her, her tongue running up and down Ashley's slit, causing her to make high-pitched keening sounds.

Your attention is so focused on the four people in front of you that you don't really notice that Miss K has moved from her desk until you see a shadow fall upon you, and look up to see her leaning over you, her enormous tits dangling above like (formerly) forbidden fruit.

"Mr. Anderson," she says, with her usual, stern tone; the juxtaposition of it with her naked tits above you, and the lewd acts all around you, is incredibly arousing. "Why are you still dressed?" You open your mouth to reply, and then close it. Holy shit, why am I still dressed? you ask yourself. I've been so busy directing this little soiree that I didn't even consider myself!

"Stand up, Sam," Miss Kincaid says, and you're all to happy to oblige her. She grabs the hems of your sweatshirt and T-shirt with both hands, and pulls up on both, forcing you to lift your arms as she removes them. The Manipulator on your arm is exposed, but as before, nobody seems to pay any attention to it. It's slightly chilly in the room, but you figure that it's about to get a hell of a lot warmer. Miss K's hands are now on your jeans, undoing the button and pulling down the zipper. Then, in a move that mirrors her last one, she grabs the waistlines of your jeans and boxers, and tugs both down, causing your cock to spring free.

Your shoes are still on, so you have to bend down to untie and remove them before you can step out of your pants. "Oops," Miss K says, smiling at you. "Sorry, I should've taken those off first." But somehow, the little awkward mistake makes it all the more hot to you -- all the more real. After you're free of all of your clothes, Miss K stares at your erect cock. "God, I've wanted to see that for so long," she says.

Wait, really? you think. I didn't manipulate her to want me... is this how she's actually felt all this time?

Then, as if snapping out of a trance, she looks back up at your face. "Mr. Anderson," she says, "Ashley down there could use some assistance." It's true; she's definitely enjoying Jesse's ministrations, but it's not exactly what she said she enjoys. You nod, and walk up to the front of the class, where Jesse is vigorously tonguing Ashley's wet pussy. You tap her on the shoulder, and she seamlessly replaces her tongue with her fingers, and looks up at you, her mouth and chin wet with Ashley's juices. Holy shit, you think, she's good. Ashley didn't even notice. You point over at Miss K, who makes a beckoning, "come hither" motion at Jesse with her finger. Jesse looks back at you and grabs your right hand with her unoccupied one, drawing it over next to her own fingers furiously working on Ashley's snatch. You smile at her, understanding her direction, and as she stands up, you quickly have your hand take the place of hers inside Ashley. Then, standing behind her, you position your cock at the entrance of her tight, wet pussy, remove your fingers, grab her hips with both hands, and push into her.

Ashley, totally lost in her own ecstasy, is unprepared for this unexpected sensation, and she gasps loudly, lungs taking in a huge breath. She looks over her shoulder in shock and sees you there; in response, you smile, and start slowly, deeply, pumping in and out of her. That brief action is all it takes, and she lets out that giant lungful of air in a loud, wailing, rapturous scream, hips twitching, pussy clenching around you as she cums hard. You keep thrusting as she does so, reveling in the feel of her wet warmth surrounding you. Her hair bounces with each thrust, and her earrings fly wildly back and forth.

As you pound Ashley, you watch Madeline as she keeps sucking on Tommy. "Oh god," he moans, "I'm gonna cum, let me cum on your tits." Madeline pulls her mouth free of Tommy with a little pop and grabs him with her hand, stroking fast and hard, staring up at him with an amazing pleading expression on her face, begging him to come all over him without making a sound. He groans, and thick ropes of cum spurt from him, landing on Madeline's huge, milk-dripping tits.

This is enough to send you over the edge, and luckily you remember that you're not sure if Ashley is on any sort of birth control. You quickly pull out of her, grab your cock, and stroke quickly until the climax overtakes you, shooting arcs of white, sticky fluid across her back and ass, some so far that they even land in her hair. You collapse onto your knees, and find yourself directly at eye-level with Ashley's still-dripping pussy. Not wanting to leave her in the lurch, you turn your right hand palm-down, and stick two fingers into her cunt, while simultaneously using your thumb to massage her clit. You arch your fingers just right, probing for a small, bumpy spot on her upper vaginal wall. Finally, you find what you're looking for, and you begin to apply a little pressure, squeezing and rubbing both her G-spot and clit at the same time.

You may have never done this before in practice, but you've researched a lot on the Internet (not to mention occasionally via library books on human sexuality), and now your hard work studying has paid off. Ashley screams out as your massage her. "OH GOD, OH GOD, YES," she pants, her hips squeezing around you. "OH GOD, DON'T STOP, PLEASE, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, AAAAAAAHHH!" She twiches and spasms so hard that the only reason you can stay inside her is that her pussy has clamped down on your fingers like a vise. Her elbows buckle, and her front half slides to the floor even while her ass is still in the air. Her orgasm is so strong that she squirts all over you, fluid running over your wrist and down her legs.

You stay where you are for a little while, unmoving, as she lies there, panting heavily, her entire body still shivering and juddering from the sensation she just had. It's only after you feel her relax around your fingers slightly that you slowly, carefully pull them out, and she is still so sensitive that she still gasps and twitches as you do so. Once you're free, her knees slide down and her ass drops to the floor, until she's lying there on her stomach, legs spread, just breathing.

By now the sounds and smells of sex are all around you. In the back right corner of the room, the two girls are now completely nude; one lays on the floor, while the other grinds her pussy against her face. Next to them, the two guys from earlier are sucking each other off in a 69, and the redhead sits on the blond boy's lap, his cock deep inside her cunt and his hands fondling her breasts, as she bounces up and down on him. The olive-skinned beauty and small Chinese girl are both still masturbating themselves as they look around and watch the other action around them. In front of you, Madeline and Tommy have cast aside all of their clothing, and she lays on her back, Tommy atop her, fucking her in the traditional, missionary position. And Miss K is back on her desk, leaning back on her arms, tits thrust into the air like beacons, and legs spread wide as Jesse expertly licks, sucks, and otherwise massages her pussy with her tongue.

And yet... it's not a typical orgy. At least, not any one you've ever heard of. Because amidst the slapping of flesh, the squelching of fluids, the sighs, cries, and moans of orgasmic delight, you also hear conversations, snippets of what would be everyday banter if not for the fact that they're interspersed with the various sounds of sex.

"...About four months," you hear Madeline say. "She's a handful, but thank goodness Bob is there to help me out when I'm exhausted. He's-- oh, god, yes, right there-- he's such a good husband."

"That's-- ungh-- phenomenal," Tommy replies. "I'm so happy for-- gasp-- for the three of you."

"Me too--oooooh! Oh, Tom, suck my tits..."

Then, from over by Miss K's desk, her voice: "So that's why-- haaah-- it's so important... to remember the-- ohh!-- constant when... you integrate..." You look over and see Jesse nod in response as she continues tongue-fucking her teacher.

The two girls up front are comparing and contrasting different brands of makeup as they masturbate. The redheaded girl and blond boy are discussing the latest Friends episode as he rams his dick into her. It's an utterly bizarre combination of the absolutely normal and the completely perverted, and you love it.

And then the bell rings, and it's as though someone flipped a light switch. Everybody immediately stops what they're doing, and starts dressing, still continuing their ordinary conversations. You realize you had better damned well do the same, and start pulling your boxers and jeans on. It doesn't take long for everyone to be fully dressed, at which point Miss K says, "Remember, everybody, test on Wednesday, be sure to study up!"

People begin to file out of the classroom. "Hey, Sam," says a voice behind you; you turn around to see Ashley, the girl you were just slamming your cock into only minutes earlier -- although she has no recollection of it now. She's fully-dressed, of course, and smiling. "It was great to meet you. See you Wednesday?"

You smile back. "Wednesday," you repeat, and she heads out the door.

I have no fucking idea how Wednesday can possibly top today, you think, but I'm gonna find a way.