Stein's Gambit

The first thing I notice when time picks up again is a strange churning in my stomach, as though the breakfast I'd eaten earlier was threatening to pour. My worries of my physical state were quickly drown out by the horrified shrieks and gasps that erupted in the classroom. Well, it's not like everyone is sreaming shouting. No. My cousin, Kayla, is the source of a majority of the noise, which I'm guessing is a result of the blood pouring out of her brother's nose. I turn to face the commotion, where many students had rushed to Tom's side and were watching in horror as blood dribbled down his nose, cuts and bruises enigmatically formed around his eyes, and he collapsed to the floor in utter agony.

Maybe I shouldn't have hit him so hard, The bewildered students scattered around Tom, with the exception of a few sho were far too occupied with their own unusual experiences. Before long, a group of students, led by Kayla, manage to help Tom to his feet and escort him to the school Nurse.

Rio lets out a slight moan as tike catches up to her, though she almost immediately overcomes it and glares at me with immediate suspicion. "Did... did you move just now?" She asks, shifting and shuffling against her desk to reorient herself. I give her a firm nod, but the suspicion never dissipates from her eyes.

The next person I turn to is Brittany, who seems to be dealing with the same symptoms as Rio. She fidgets around in her chair and pulls at her sundress to straighten it, unaware that I'm the reason it's not on properly.

Professor Patel stands at the front of the class, too disoriented to address her befuddled students. Her hand is tightly gripping her desk, holding her steady as the pleasure I've inflicted on her catches up with her body. She manages to stagger foward a couple times despite her grasp. There's a sick pleasure I gain from watching a woman like Patel broken down from overestimulation.

The rest of the period is relatively peaceful, save for the few glances and glares I catch from Rio and Brittany. For some reason, the two seems to be agreeance that I'm the cause of their dilemma. I wonder why they'd think that? Still, I am eager to stumble upon more lights similar to this.

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I slip past the halls packed with students and into my next classroom. Once I enter the room, I notice a middle-aged man sitting at the front of the class, leaning against his desk and biting into an apple. "Oh, great. We caught another one! Go ahead and grab a seat," the man beams a smile. This must be Professor Stein.

I glance over the room, in search of a empty desk and familiar face. To my surprise, I find a few: Tom and Lydia are both in this class.

Tom's seating next to a taller guy, who I assume must be his friend from the football team. I stifle a laugh as Tom raises a hand to nurse his broken nose. Frankly, I'm shocked he even bothered to attend class, given the state of his nose. Lydia glances up from her phone and waves me over to a seat next to her.

Before class can officially begin, Professir Stein decides to run through roll call. It's through roll call that I discover two interesting things: the first is that Tom's bulky friend is named Eric, and the second is that Monica's also supposed to be in this class. Once again though, she's absent.

I raise a hand to my neck and rub it. This Monica affair is growing troublesome. Before I can focus on Monica for long, three bright orbs make their way into the room.

Without the need for thought, I reach out and absorb the brown light, directing its energy towards Professor Stein. It takes a fes second for the light to take effect, but once it does, a blonde counterpart now stands where Stein previously stood. The woman giggles at the front of the class as she asks everyone what they want to talk about.

Although she clearly intended to take suggestions about philosophy topics, she's too dumb and weak-willed to prevent the class from spiraling out of control. It's not long after that everyone's just sitting in their chairs, talking about whatever they want to the people around them. Professor Stein desperately tries to bring order back to the proceedings, but she's shouted down until she just sits at her desk, resigned to wait out the rest of the lecture.

When the class finally ends, I get up to leave, trying to come up with a reason to stay behind and play with my newly transformed toy. Unfortunately, I find that there are already two other dudes with a very similar idea: Tom and Eric. I notice them chatting up Professor Stein, clearly trying to take advantage of her limited mental faculties.

I can't really blame them. It's exactly what I had in mind. Though I don't plan to share her with anyone, and definitely not these muscle-brains.

"Leave the poor woman alone. Don't you have a long line of sluts just waiting for a call." I say, staring down the two boys.

"Fuck off, John. I've seen Eric break a guy's legs before. I'm sure you won't be a problem," Tom says with a smug grin.

Eric makes a shos of his muscles, though I'm not impressed. "Did any of you two idiots bother to read the Student Code? The school has a No Tolerance Policy for fights. I'm not quite sure it's worth risking your Football scholarship for this."

Tom silently seethes with rage where he stands, while Eric lets out a defeated sigh. "Fine, John. You want Stein so bad, you can have her. But this isn't over."

Eric and Tom storm out of the classroom, leaving me alone with Stein, who is both turned on and horrified at the thought of what her students would have done if it weren't for me. Without Tom and Eric to bother her, Professor Stein turns out to be surprisingly accommodating.

"Oh, Mr. Doe. What can I do for you?" She asks with a sulry smirk and a sensual twirl of her hair. This is a far cry from her frightened behavior around Tom and Eric, though I suspect that's largely due to their approach. If they tried to be a little sweeter, they probably would have found her much more receptive than they did. Then again, maybe they didn't want her more receptive.

"I think you know exactly what you can do for me," I say, arching an eyebrow. Confusion dawns across her features. Though it's not long before realization sets in.

A flush of embarrassment colored her cheeks. "I could, like, totally get in trouble for this." She says, though her tone is unconvincing.

"You're already in trouble, slut," I reach out and grab her waist, pulling her closer. This elicits a sudden gasp from Stein, which is soon replaced with a moan as I slide my hand down her skirt and grab a handful of her bubbly ass. Before she can voice further protests, I press her up against the desk with her back facing me. Then I slide her panties to the side, revealing her puffy pussy lips, slick with arousal.

I slide inside her without much fanfare. None was needed with such an easy slut. Her eyes widen with delight as I plunged into her, my thick shaft exploring her depths. She lets out a few helpless yelps and cries as I pound into her from behind, the **** of my fucking knocking down the items on hef desk.

"Hey! Like — Like — Like watch it!" She manages in between thrusts. I had pondered fucking her at slower and more gentle pace, but the thrill of sex in a classroom proves too great, and I'm back to vigorously pounding into her cunt again and again.

I groan, stimulated by the sensation of her cunt flexing and squeezing around my shaft, as if trying to milk me for all I've got. The desk emits a low, creaking sound as Stein's weight pushes against it. I plant my hand firmly on her ass, groping her meaty flesh as I pump into her with a constant rhythm.

"Ahh! There — The door — HNG! Mhh! The door — Ohh... " Her bouncing ass presses against my pelvis with each thrust.

"Shut the fuck up and we'll be fine." I say, slapping her ass to enunciate my point.