Morning lecture

Your first class in the morning is with Professor Felicity Smith. She’s had a shower since you gave her a cum facial in office hours yesterday. The cum is gone, but you can still make out the word CUMSLUT in faint letters on her forehead. The bitch should have scrubbed her face more.

There’s the occasional snicker, but the class is too polite to tell the professor she has CUMSLUT written on her face. Everyone’s still waking up.

While Felicity is writing something on the whiteboard, Alyssa has her hand up for the fifth time this morning. You don’t know whether you knocked her up last night, but neither does she. She doesn't even know she's been fucked. Instead she’s wasting class time with info dumping on the professor.

Felicity turns to face the lecture hall. “Yes, Alyssa?”

Alyssa sits up extra straight. “Actually, Professor, Kurt Vonnegut was interned at a slaughterhouse in Dresden during the Allied bombing. That’s what inspired the famous novel. Blah blah blah.”

You snap your fingers. Felicity turns to face the lecture hall. You walk to the front and reach under her skirt to pull down her panties. The professor’s dressing sexy today. The pair is a lacy thong that you immediately turn and stuff in Alyssa’s mouth in the front row. That’ll shut her up.

You snap your fingers. Felicity turns to face the lecture hall. You walk behind Alyssa and bend her over the lecture hall table. While Felicity blankly stares, you hike up Alyssa’s skirt and pocket her panties for later. Her pussy looks as enticing as last night in the dorm common room. You push your dick in and fuck her from behind. Her thighs are slamming into the edge of the table and you’re getting a tight, tight pussy. She makes for a great oblivious fleshlight: tight and hot and wet and curvy and just taking a hard fucking. You have no reason to last, so you fuck wildly and fill her pussy with thick creampie. It’s a good way to wake up.

As a closing note, you stuff Alyssa’s panties in the professor’s mouth.

You snap your fingers. Felicity turns to face the lecture hall. She tries to ask “Yes, Alyssa?” but nothing coherent comes out. She keeps trying for at least a minute, until she reaches into her own mouth and pulls out Alyssa’s panties. She stares at her hand, confused. “Whose panties are these?”

The class snickers and you chortle with them. You are pretty sure this kind of thing is going to be good for Felicity’s student evaluation at the end of the year. A bit of humiliation makes her seem like less of a ramrod bitch.

Alyssa does not get called on for the rest of class, so she does not get to realize her own predicament. Her pink pussy stays full of your seed and her pink mouth stays full of Felicity’s lacy thong until the class clears out.