Chemistry Class

I stepped into the morning classroom to see the class chairs casually placed in rows. The butt-dildos for the guys sticking up and looking quite greased in the morning sun coming from the windows of class.

As everyone started piling into the room for first period, a devilish idea suddenly crossed my mind. Snapping my finger for dramatic effect, I sat down on my seat dildo, making sure to go up and down for maximum effect to stay focused, and watched as everyone took their seats.

I snickered internally as I saw the Goddess Arielli take her seat, and her two daughters kneeling in front of her to partake in her delicious milk. Man, what I wouldn’t give to have some of that cream. I know she’s like a thousand years old, but share some with the rest of us, right?

The moment came when she reached down and shoved pussy-dildo in her own twat and turned on its vibrator mode. I nearly lost it when the rest of the girls started doing the same thing. I quickly calmed down and started steadying my own butt docking into a pleasant rhythym.

Then the teacher, Mrs. Cumupmybum, strode into class wearing her most modest suit. The pasties hanging off of her fat nipples looked quite expensive, but not out of the realm of possibility.

She was pretty unflattering to look at. I mean at least her three boobs in a row were humongous. It was just that she was a bit chubby with some lovehandles and a clear beer belly. No doubt she needed to lay off eating the salad and have a healthy nacho platter.

She gave the class a quick humph before turning around beginning boring, old Chemistry.

Mrs. Cumupmybum bent at the waist to a perfect ninety degree angle before grunted for a few seconds. Suddenly, farts started escaping her behind and kept going with the teacher only looking at her OnlyFas account with the phone she keeps between her bobas.

The smell started to waft through the room as we breathed deeply the egg salad smell of her farts. It was almost to bring me to full erection, but I fought through it in order to learn from the fumes.

Yes, yes, the octet rule is the rule in which all atoms tend to bond to create eight electrons in the valence smell except when it comes to 1s orbital atoms in which case BORRRRRING!

I quickly started to air out the nonsense and started focusing on people in class. Yet again this weird feeling that not everything is alright hits me so I decided to look around and observe the people around me.

At the front of the class sat the teachers’ pet, Mark Hamhonker. He was your average nerd, jerking off to the smell of his teachers ass and trying to land cum shots on her body in order to gain extra credit. He was dressed in his snazzy getup of a few cum covered condoms laid over his perky titties. Such a class pet, nothing different there.

I looked over to the smartest girl in class, Stacey McBigTits. She was currently doing her best to absorb the material by giving a cross-eyed glare with her mouth hanging open, smiling. With drool dripping down and covering her tits were there the remains of her clothing once were. She seemed to have decided to paint her bouncing boobies with pink glitter paint but with her constant drool flowing from her mouth, it was starting to come off.

Her hands were busy fiddling with the cucumber that she was pulling in and out of her snatch. It seems that her activities prevents her from using the pussy-dildos. She was unarguably the smartest person in the school.

Suddenly the scent around me changed to a question on electron configuration aimed at Stacey. Stacey gave her most intellectual response.

“Gah, three.” She held up five fingers.

Damn, she certainly was going to ace the exam.

The smell answered in the affirmative before going back to farting the class with knowledge.