She's having trouble coming to terms

I knew something was off, something about my head and my desires. I’d always been straight and boring, now I couldn’t get enough of the sight of all of these tantalizingly skimpy breasts on display. The slow shake as their partner used their head like a sex toy under their desk… I shook internally with pleasure. It was so… fucking… hot.

And the smell… don’t get me started on it… that harsh musk that permeated everything... it was divine.

I clamped up, cumming blindingly once again, shaking and sputtering as I slouched down in my chair. My hand working like a machine on my little clit as I yelled a lot of “shit” and “fuck” and “god fucking dammit”.

I got a few weird glares at my obscene attitude. Usually the girls weren’t the ones getting off during “fucking 101” despite the name, it happened, but more often the guys were in the right position with their cock-warmers to actually get enough stimulation to orgasm. Truly unfair.

I stared down at my own heaving c-cups in their tiny bikini. This last climax, being the second in just as many minutes had caused a bit of sweat to appear on my chest. I looked fucking hot, with a sheen of arousal coming off of my sexy milkers. I sniffed, taking in my own simmering musk. Even my own scent aroused me!

Taking them in hand, twisting my nipples enough to cause some pain to go with the pleasure that just kept coming, I pushed myself over the edge again!”

Don’t get me wrong, I’d always had the sex drive of a goddess, how could I not? This however was… impressive, three individual climaxes, each somehow just as strong as the last pussy-gushing orgasm, in a time so short I could’ve zapped some leftovers… fuck, It was hot.

I really slumped into the chair now, rapidly taking in air even as I felt the thrill churning inside while I watched my own chest inflate and shrink over and over again.

“Alright Everet, I think we should wrap this up.” the teacher could be heard saying. She looked positively enamored with his massive dick, her eyes didn’t even leave the thing as she sat atop her desk with her bikini in a mess and that massive pole prodding at her entrance.

“I’m not so horrible to send you back to your partner without relieving yourself, so you have my permission to cum inside me.” she said, her throat caught for just a moment as she said “cum inside me”.

She didn’t really need to do that, I was sure. I squinted in suspicion… could Ms. Rosman be catching feelings for the boy she always seemed to pick?

“No full penetration however, I want to prove the point that seemingly incompatible anatomy can be overcome with the proper mindset!” she said.

Incompatible anatomy my ass, there were always rumors about the “fucking” teachers and I severely doubted that Ms. Rosman bucked that trend..

So as the two horn dogs showing off for the rest of the class really picked up their rhythm (or at least as much as a cock-head-fuck can entail) I idly began to write in the notebook.

On some level I knew my new emotions and this urge to stare at tits weren’t natural, that I should probably try and figure out what was making me feel this way… but I honestly couldn’t be bothered. I’d rather be focused on something I liked doing, something I was good at.

“Hah… good job Everet, continue like that… I’m getting very close class, make sure and watch very closely! OH yees!” the pair up front continued.

I began writing once more, just imagining him sitting down later to look at his hidden notes and instead going into a fit of rage because of my handiwork.

“Everet’s mom is an absolute whore who loves to be stuffed with dick day after day. She’ll fuck anyone to give her that sexual high and when she gets home in the afternoon she just loves to tell her son all about the best lays.”

I could hear that old lady (OK maybe she was more like 30 or something, like I fucking care about old people) having sex with Everet saying such sweet and soft things to the boy. Talking of how great of a student he was and how far he would go with this kind of attitude even as he spread her hole. Something about that irked me…

"Ms. Rosman’s a skanky bitch who gets off on hearing her students call her names and treat her like a dirty slut!”

I added a little smiley face just before the ink dissipated.

“FUCK ME YOU FUCKING HOT STUD! I NEEEED YOUR CUM IN MY DIRTY LITTLE CUM CAVE!!”

I nearly threw my pen, shocked by the rapid change from the soft tones of the sensual display at the front of the class into the screaming arousal that had seemed to suddenly come from nowhere. Except… it was no longer a loving connection of two people engaging in consensual love (or something shitty like that).

Ms. Rosman sat with her ass on the edge of the desk, knees wide and inviting, bouncing as Everet vigorously thrust his pelvis, pounding his massive dick deep into her.

Apparently they’d decided to stop with the “foreplay”.

Wow, I could literally see his cock inside her lower belly as it pounded in as far as her pussy could apparently accept such a huge member. Every time he managed to get the thing to the halfway mark I could see it halt on some inner wall, causing the woman to wince with a mixture of pain and arousal.

Her lips looked angry and red as they gaped far wider than sex should require... though evidently not too far for the woman to be having the time of her life.

Ms. Rosman licked her lips for the boy to see.

"No honey, I want you to breed me and fucking spank me!" she said as she twisted about, climbing up on the desk to present her ass for the class. She spread her knees to either side so her curvy hindquarters just touched the wood of the desk. Both her holes glistened with the juices of the previous pounding.

She whipped her dark hair over her shoulder, giving Everet a smolder that could melt metal.

"Fuck me dear, let all these horny little boys see how a real man fucks his bitch!" she growled.

Everet looked like a man possessed as he thrust home, doing as the teacher said, spanking and treating her plush cheeks like nothing more than a toy to brutalize.

"FUCK YESSSSHBBSHKDNF..." the woman lost herself in a delirium, cumming explosively on his cock that he continued to use to pummel her womb with. It looked like his more abusive treatment had caused the woman to climb over that mountain. Her poor desk received the worst of it as the many papers she'd already crumpled under her began to grow soggy with her spray.

So much sweat and girlcum… so much of that sexy stench made its way to my flaring nostrils. OK, that was a little bit hot... I thought as I felt the space between my legs grow hot and moist.

Apparently Ms. Rosman did match up with all those slutty stereotypes. When push came to shove she was a harlot at heart, just a **** to her desires… or at least I told myself as much. I didn’t want to acknowledge the part of me that recognized that this was just a little too convenient… that as soon as the words had disappeared she had…

I shook my vision free of the two up front as the woman continued to yell dirty obscenities, now little more than a mindless whore cumming on the literal biggest dick in the world.

I stared down at the paper, ignoring the apprehension I felt.

What else to add…?