Biology class with Ophelia

"Mr. Doe? Johnathan? Hello. Am I boring you?"

You were roused from your daydreaming by Ms. Morgan, the teacher of your biology class. While you tried your best, it was never an interesting class, and often resulted in the most restful daydreams.

Ms. Morgan placed her hands on her hips and shifted her weight, her curly, golden blonde hair falling over her shoulders and the formal looking salmon pink blazer she wore. Her brown eyes bored into yours as you sat, anxious from being caught.

"No, ma'am, I'm sorry. I'm paying attention."

A quick squint was fired your way from your teacher.

"If you say so."

A stay of execution, it seemed. Phew.

Ms. Morgan resumed her lecture, letting her attention drift from student to student, though you now knew she was watching you in particular.

"Today, we will be covering a topic I'm sure will be of great interest to all of you: human sexuality. Now, I know what you're thinking, 'what can she possibly teach me about sex that I don't already know?' A lot." She giggled, and your sex-addicted brain began registering how… hot Ms. Morgan was. Smooth features, a strong jawline, puffy red lips, and sparkling hazel eyes adorned her face, framed with that beautiful blonde hair. She couldn't have been past her early 20's. Hmmmm.

You began thinking about getting into "trouble".

"For example, let's talk about the female orgasm. How many kinds of female orgasm are there?"

With this, she began quizzing various students, none of whom knew an answer to Ms. Morgan's liking.

"This is worse than I thought… what have they been teaching you before now?"

As you watched the different students try and fail to answer her questions, you noticed a familiar face in the crowd: Ophelia. You hadn't seen her since Sarah had jerked you off in that history class, and were surprised you hadn't noticed her earlier given how close to you she was sitting. Like always, she was a vision: long, smooth hair, as white and pure as her unblemished skin or the sundress she wore. You stole a glance at her teal-blue eyes, kind and intelligent. She had always been a dutiful, smart girl that had been kind to you, often helping you study when you needed help. She saw you look over at her and turned away, blushing.

"How about… you. Yes, you, in the white dress. What did you learn in sex ed?"

Ophelia blushed further as Ms. Morgan pointed at her, waiting for an answer.

"Uhm…" she laughed, nervously. Ophelia had always been a shy, sweet girl, and being asked such a direct question about sex was doubtless making her very uncomfortable.

"It's alright, you can do it." Ms. Morgan coaxed a response from her in a steady, smooth tone.

"Well, uh, we, we learned about the… human reproductive organs?"

"Ok, and what about them?"

"Well, there's the… uh, you, you know!" Ophelia, face scarlet, froze. Ms. Morgan gave a sympathetic smile and continued.

"Yes. We do know. Alright, nevermind, so-" Ophelia spoke up.

"Isn't it 11 types of female orgasm?"

"Ah, so you did learn something."

"Well, I didn't learn it in sex ed… I saw it on the… internet," she squeaked, voice trailing off.

"Ok, so can you name the different types?"

"Well, there's obviously the clit. It feels good to suck coc- to give fellatio, I think I heard. And then, there's nipple stimulation? That's a thing, right?"

"So you 'did the research' but didn't bother to search the different types. Ok, how about this, how about you come up front?"

The blush in Ophelia's face deepened.

"R-right now?"

"Yes, honey. Right now. For extra credit!" Her gaze shifted to you. "John. Get up here as well, it's time to take your lumps. I had a whole lecture planned that you surely would have ignored, but hearing about how the other teachers have punished you has given me an idea." Chills shot through you. You were intrigued to see what would happen, and made your way up to Ms. Morgan's desk alongside Ophelia.

A few students whispered words of sympathy as they counted their lucky stars that they hadn't been made to participate. No matter what was about to unfold, they would see it the same as being called on in class, wouldn't they?

"Ok class, since you clearly don't know the first thing about female pleasure and seem to think this whole thing is a big joke, we're going to get a little more… hands on."

Holy shit. Was she… going to punish you with sex? Without your having to reverse ask for it?

Ophelia squeaked, "You mean, like, on me?"

Ms. Morgan pushed a finger to Ophelia's lips and shushed her, saying "Shh, you just listen. Can you do that?"

"Yes, I mean-"

"Yes is good enough, honey. Here, sit up on my desk." Ophelia did so, her white dress pooling at her waist as her smooth legs dangled over the floor.

"The thing about pleasuring a woman is you can think of it as a long race to the finish, not a quick sprint. I know the guys in here probably watch an unhealthy amount of porn and think you can just ram it in, and then by magic she cums. But that's not a thing."

Ms. Morgan nonchalantly raised her hands to Ophelia's chest as she spoke and began lightly running her fingers over her dress, teasing her nipples.

"Ah! Ohh… what, what are you doing?"

"Just let me teach, ok?"

"I just- ah! Oh…" soft moans and shudders began escaping Ophelia's lips.

"So, see how she lost her train of thought like that? That's not because I started pounding her, guys. I'm just very, very gently rubbing her nipples through this adorable little dress. A dress that, I would argue, is absolutely perfect for today's demonstration."

"It does feel, it does, ah…"

"Shh, you just relax, ok? You're doing soooo good. Good girl." Ophelia moaned louder, breathing less controlled.

"Awww, do you like that? Like when I call you my good girl?"

A smile spread over Ophelia's face as she leaned her head back and closed her eyes. "Yes… it makes me feel, ah, ahhh- makes me feel… good…"

"See class? I just started applying more pressure. Just teasing her sensitive nipples. Now, not everyone is into nipple play, and you'll be able to find out quickly based on her responses. But here, with… what was your name, honey?"

"Oh… Ophelia, miss."

"We can see with Ophelia here that she is having a very positive response to my touch. This is great because nine times out of ten, it means she is just soaking down there. Now for some quick class participation! Think of how wet she is. Picture it. Feel it. I said there were those that think you can just stick it in, but what does it mean for you if your partner is turned on before you do? Food for thought. But let me backtrack for a bit. You saw her response to being called a good girl, right?" A breathy sigh from Ophelia. "Does anyone know why that is?"

A smart aleck raised his hand, "Because she's the teacher's pet?" The class laughed, seemingly oblivious to the current nature of things.

"No- well, she might be after this." Ms. Morgan laughed. A deep, melodious laugh that filled the room and washed over you.

"It's because the largest erogenous zone is the brain. I just started to fuck her mind a little bit. Watch." She turned her head to her prey and smiled, looking at the panting, blushing mess that was Ophelia.

"Ophelia, sweetie, honey… Do you want to be a good girl for me?"

"Ugh… I really do."

"Address me correctly, dear."

"Yes, Ms. Morgan."

"Good girl." She gently patted Ophelia on the head, running her fingers through Ophelia's snow white hair with one hand while the other continued squeezing her nipple. Slowly, the hand on her chest sank over her body, sliding lower and lower, until finally Ms. Morgan began running her fingers over the lacey panties covering her pussy. Ophelia reacted immediately, grinding her hips forward into Ms. Morgan's dextrous touch.

"How does that feel, honey?"

"Ah, oh, yes, y-yes it feels so good, so good. Oh God!"

"Class, Ophelia has crossed over into something we would call subspace. Basically, her body has surrendered to me at this point. Even if she makes a few futile attempts to be bad, that means I have her exactly where I want her." She grinned as the white haired girl squirmed under her, head held gently in Ms. Morgan's embrace.

"Now, John, for your punishment you have to be my next 'volunteer'. Got it? Aww, and look, you're hard! Do you like watching the sweet Ophelia act like a slut?"

Said slut's mouth was open, thoughtlessly gulping air as she focused on the growing heat in her core.

"I'm, I'm not a slut! It just feels… really… good… mmmmmggghhh"

"Aw, don't be shy, babygirl! This is a learning space. That's all this is." She looked at you. "I'm going to need you to take your pants off. Don't worry, we've all seen cock before, it's nothing new or exciting."

You unbuttoned and unzipped your jeans, sliding your underwear down as well and allowing your hardening erection to taste the cool air.

"Very good. Now, Ophelia, honey~ I want you to be a good girl for me and lean back on my desk, and let your head rest off the side. Ok? That's my good girl!" Ophelia laid back on Ms. Morgan's desk as directed, turning 90 degrees to her right so that the class could watch.

Ophelia looked at your hard cock with a mixture of nervousness and anticipation. "Hey, why does he have to take his- ugh! Pants off?"

"Shh, shh. Just relax, sweetie, you're going to love this, I promise. I bet you've never even had a proper face fucking, have you?"

You pulsed with need as you took in the sight before you: from this angle you had an excellent view up Ophelia's cleavage, and her hard, pink nipples were clearly visible atop the round, full flesh of her tits. Her white hair fell towards the ground as her face half looked at you, and half looked nowhere at all as she felt the simmering heat in her pussy and the growing realization that her throat was much too empty.

She pulled her head up to look at Ms. Morgan and said "Wait, face fucking?"

"Yes. Face fucking. Ok, John, come over here." She directed you to stand in front of Ophelia's face. "Now, I want you to fuck her mouth like it were a pussy. I know it sounds crazy, but this is where a deeper understanding of different sexual preferences comes into play. She obviously enjoys being called a good girl, and she has allowed me to put her on display for the class. Now, this means she likely has learned to respect and obey authority figures and follow the rules of society as she has been told them. She probably gets great grades, don't you sweetie? But it also appears that it means she is very submissive. She wants to be told what to do, and even, made to do it. I think we can all agree on that, can't we Ophelia?"

"I… suppose so."

"All right, open wide, John is going to start fucking your mouth now."

Ophelia's eyes widened as your cock bounced forward. You reached forward to grab her lower jaw and pried her mouth open with one hand, the other running through her soft white hair, feeling how easy it was to run your fingers through it. Ophelia stuck her tongue out instinctively and you filled the newfound hole that was her mouth. You moaned softly as her warm wet mouth surrounded your cock, forcing yourself as deep as you could go into her throat. Jerking your hips back, you shoved yourself back in and began to thrust. You gripped both sides of Ophelia's face and listened to the wet sounds her lips made as you fucked them. Her eyes glazed over and she looked forward blankly as you continued to violate her throat. Taking yourself out, you slapped her across the cheek with your cock, rubbing it all over her face and reaching down to stroke yourself.

Ms. Morgan bit her lip as she watched. "Mmm… yeah, that's good. You can fuck her face a little harder, she can take it. And while you do that, I'm going to pull her little panties to the side. Spread your legs, honey. Good… good girl!"

Ophelia spread her legs in surrender to her teacher. She had never acted like this before, like a slut, but her teacher was telling her that she was a good girl for doing so. And Ophelia wanted to be a good girl so much, to be praised and rewarded for doing what she was told, so she gave in to the warmth radiating from her core and let out a deep breath, exhaling out any resistance as she decided to do anything and everything Ms. Morgan asked. A contented smile painted her soft features as she let go and let the two of you use her body. She was a good girl, and good girls did what they were told.

You grabbed your cock and placed the tip against Ophelia's messy, grinning mouth and pressed your hips forward again, moaning as the pleasure ran over every inch of your penis as first the tip, then the glans, then every inch of your shaft down to the base was enveloped in her warm and welcoming throatpussy.

"Mmf! Glrgh mmf mng!"

"Yes, just like that John, keep those legs spread, honey. Wow, class, she is absolutely dripping wet. I mean literally, there's some on the floor~ What a perfect little whore! I am just going to rub that swollen clit, rub it in tight, tiny circles. Gentle at first, everyone, ok? It's sensitive." Ophelia moaned around your shaft as you continued fucking her face and Ms. Morgan massaged her clit.

"Now, I'm going to slide two fingers into her pussy. Normally I would say start with one, but this slut is already a sloppy mess! So cute. She's ready for cock, frankly, but not yet."

Ms. Morgan teased her entrance and then slowly inserted two fingers into Ophelia's pussy, a new squelching sound entering the air as she writhed on the desk, lost in the feeling of being filled in two places. Ms. Morgan tenderly moved her wrist back and forth, feeling the warmth of her good girl around her, then looked up at you and saw how slow your thrusts still were, and frowned.

"John, I know you can do better than that, come on. It's called a face fuck, sweetie."

You had been careful at first, not going too fast or too deep, but Ophelia's moans on your cock and Ms. Morgan's encouragements made you move a bit faster. You felt pleasure building as her spit dribbled out of her mouth and down her face, and your thrusts became more needy, less careful. You sped up, grabbing hold of the sides of her head with both hands as you truly fucked into her mouth. With loud *GLUK GLUK GLUK* noises, you felt more and more of your cock sheathed inside Ophelia as you started to go deeper down her throat. She relaxed the muscles in her throat and you felt her suck and swallow around you.

An idea formed in your lust-crazed mind and you reached forward, sinking both hands into her soft titties and squeezing those perfect mammaries. Ophelia whined around your length, sending good vibrations into your sensitive nerves as you leaned your weight forward and really went to town on that throat, fucking her faster and faster as you kneaded and massaged her boobs.

*GLUK GLUK GLUK GLUK*

Squish. Thrust. Squeeze. Pump. You fuck, fuck, fuck, thrust forward and feel those soft tits under your fingers, the warm wetness of her tight lips around your cock.

Remembering the "lesson", you moved your fingers over the bumpy texture of her areolas and then pinched both nipples in your hands, slowly rubbing them between your thumb and forefinger on either hand.

Ms. Morgan watched you with delight, a broad smile shining on her face. "So you finally started paying attention! That's excellent, John. Mmmwah!"

She leaned over Ophelia and pressed her lips to yours as you continued reveling in the tightness of throat and softness of breasts. A deep, passionate kiss overwhelmed your senses as your teacher made out with you, lips locked and tongue roaming the inside of your mouth. You felt her golden hair tickle your cheeks as she continued kissing you, and you used your now prodigious skill in tongue wrestling to fight back against the intruder.

Spit pooled where your lips met, and as tongues writhed against each other and took their fill of the other's mouth, drool started falling on Ophelia's neck and chest.

Ophelia took the moment you were distracted by the kiss to press her face against you, squishing her nose into your balls and becoming even more turned on from the musk of your arousal.

You were in absolute paradise. Soft tits, malleable and firm. Tight throat, squelching and squeezing you in the best ways. Sweet lips, teasing you and taking you into a kiss that you never wanted to leave.

But, eventually, it did. Ms. Morgan drew back from the kiss and licked her lips to clean off your spit from her mouth, and smiled at you lecherously.

Ophelia was moaning higher and higher, lost in her own separate world of pleasure and passion- surely she would cum soon.

"Aww, honey does that feel good? Are you getting close? Yeah, you like getting your face fucked like that? It seems like you do, yeah. It seems like you're close to cumming. Are you close? Are you close to cumming?"

*MMMMMGGGHHH! GLUK GLUK YEEESSSHH!*

"Alright, that's enough then. Come here, both of you."

You tried to steal a few more delicious strokes from Ophelia's mouth, but Ms. Morgan glared at the two of you, and you knew you had to obey, as well. You slid out of the fuckhole with a *SLUURRPOP* and Ophelia was almost in tears, but not from **** on you.

"B-but! I was so close! I was about to cum- please let me cum Ms. Morgan! Please, please, please let me cum. I'll do whatever you want!"

"Ok, class, as you can see, she has completely crossed over into feral slut territory. And I say that with total love, truly. It's the best, and we are all sooo proud of her. Right class?" A few students agreed, politely, seemingly oblivious to Ophelia's messy face or your throbbing erection.

"Now, before we run out of time, I'd like to talk about cock sucking. This is something I've studied extensively. Both academically, and for, well, for fun!"

Ophelia looked at Ms. Morgan with adorable, pleading eyes.

"But… am I gonna get to cum?"

"Maybe~ Get on your knees. I will too, to make you more comfortable." Ophelia scrambled off the desk and knelt in front of you, and Ms. Morgan joined her. You took in the sight of your hot blonde teacher and the white-haired cutie and felt a shiver as your cock demanded satisfaction.

"A little known fact is that sucking cock can be quite meditative. Since Ophelia is so close to cumming, she'll do basically anything I want. And sucking cock will help her stop thinking, because really, we don't need her to think, we need her to obey. Isn't that right, Ophelia?"

"Yes, Ms. Morgan."

"Turn to the side so the class can see. Wow. John, you are quite hard- you must have loved fucking her face. But have you ever had two women on your cock at the same time?"

You fidgeted, not sure how to answer.

"You have no idea just how great this is going to be." She giggled.

"Ophelia, first I am going to demonstrate the proper technique. I want you to watch closely, ok? And, if I'm honest, I want you to touch me, too. I think you're going to love feeling these big, bouncy tits in your hands."

"They… do look… really nice…"

"Let me just take my top off. I never wear a bra, you know. Easier access."

Ms. Morgan efficiently shed her pink blazer and the top that lay below it, baring her chest to the world. So perky. So round. And with cherry red nipples standing on top. Fantastic.

"Go on, play with them! Touch me. Make me feel as good as I made you feel."

Moving behind Ms. Morgan, Ophelia began groping at her plush orbs, fondling them sensually. She was in awe at just how firm they were, the ample mounds jiggling within her soft palms.

Your cock wasn't even being touched and yet you felt as if you would burst, watching the cute white-haired girl moan and whine as she squished your blonde teacher's full tits in front of you. Her aquamarine nails disappeared and reappeared from the buxom chest as she groped her.

"Is… this ok? If I just, stand behind you and play with them? Flicking your nipples?"

"Mmm that's perfect. Good girl! Now, watch me." Ms. Morgan leaned forward, resting your cock on her face as she looked up at you with a sultry gaze, those brown eyes burning with lust.

"You want to start with a tease, usually, but since he's already had his way with your mouth, he won't need it. There's enough precum dripping to fill a shot glass! Oh my God, Ophelia he is needy."

You closed your eyes and breathed in slowly as you felt Ms. Morgan's soft hand wrap around the base of your cock and apply light pressure.

"Now, ladies, it can take ages to train your gag reflex and allow for deepthroating, so I want you to think of your hands as your best friends in giving head. Just grip the shaft softly, like this, and stroke him slowly, deliberately, as you suck his cock."

Oral instructions complete, oral sex began as her plush lips pressed against you, sending currents of electric pleasure through your body as they parted and she slid her mouth over your cock head. When she reached a little past the head, she stopped and applied suction with her mouth, simultaneously stroking up your length with her hand in a clockwise motion.

Blowjobs were fucking awesome.

To ensure the class was receiving the best demonstration, Ms. Morgan bobbed her head on your cock several times. Lips sliding. Hand stroking. Mouth sucking. Spit streaking. Tongue lashing. The slow pace was lighting every nerve on fire, dismantling your composure *SHLURP* by *SHLURP*.

"Now, class, earlier I said that women were like a slow marathon, not a sprint. Men can be a sprint if you let them: go for the Glukgluk9000 sloppy toppy right away at max speed and he'll be gone before you know it. That's why you have to set and maintain a steady pace and consistent rhythm. That way, he can enjoy his mind dissolving from a slow burning orgasm in the truest sense of the word rather than a quick, disposable waste of a load."

Ms. Morgan gave you a smile, her breath tickling the tip – and you moaned as she took you again into her mouth. Her tongue was slick with spit as it slithered under the head and guided you between those plump pink lips; lips that gently pursed around your shaft as she sucked back up to the very tip. The moment she reached it she went back down once more, humming around your girth as she took you in deeper, her tongue constantly slithering just under your cock and teasing all sorts of embarrassing sounds out of you.

You couldn't help it. Just having her stroke your cock was one thing but being in her mouth, feeling those soft lips press around your aching cock and slide back-and-forth, it felt so heavenly you were worried you might bust too soon. It was because of that quiet anxiety that you were cognizant of how intense it felt; every little buzz of pleasure acutely felt as you tried to endure it, your breathing becoming fast and hard as she caressed you so lovingly with her mouth and hands.

"Oh, fuck… see how I got his cock all the way down my throat?"

"Yeah, but now your makeup is messed up. Your mascara is running." Ophelia said, resting her head on Ms. Morgan's bare shoulder as she continued squeezing her tits hungrily, mindlessly.

"Ophelia, I look so much prettier as a mess. And so do you. Come here, let's suck together. I'm gonna fingerfuck you while you suck, IF you continue to be a good girl, ok?"

"Yes, Ms. Morgan." Ophelia mewled.

"And class, you better be taking notes because this WILL be on the test. Ophelia, you take the right, I'll take the left. When we reach the top we'll kiss through the head of his cock. Ok?"

They took their positions on either side of you, and you felt your willpower crack, lust coming in a wave that would soon wash over you and take you away.

"Now, spread your legs, Ophelia, I want to make you cum while you suck."