A small test, just to check the theory.

Alright, first period English class with Miss Malika Jones, a fresh graduate from Athena University. She was a perky black woman, still naively full of hope and vigor, unlike the other grizzled veteran educators at the school. Give it a few years, then she would end up jaded and angst-filled like Mrs. Fishbourne! That cranky old witch was always giving me the business... I prayed to whichever God was responsible for my situation to avoid anything even remotely sexual with her.

As I entered the classroom Miss Jones was wearing a brilliant smile, her slim figure wrapped up nicely in a tight dress for anyone to admire.

She was chatting with a few other students about an upcoming project and I initiated my plan quickly: the goal was to just sit at my desk and pretend to be asleep. She would have to notice something like that, right? I plopped down at a desk and placed my bookbag in front me, using it as a makeshift pillow.

"Get settled class, it's Friday so we'll all be discussing your assigned reading from yesterday, Lord of the Flies."

As I shut my eyes, waiting for my plan to unfold, I thought about what had transpired just an hour before: my Aunt Saige "punishing" me with a lover's kiss like she was a hormone-maddened teen again! Hell, she even wanted to suck my dick, but unfortunately Zoey talked her out of it... wait, what was I saying! Silvia was my aunt, my very attractive, very much a lesbian (until today) aunt! I felt my cock hardening again, my burdened nuts aching from the blue-balled make-out treatment I received earlier.

"Jason?" I heard Miss Jones ask the burly football player, "What did you think of last night's harrowing chapter?"

"Yeah, that Piggy kid died like a bitch," He replied in earnest, "I could've have picked up that boulder easy, probably could've punted it clear through that other kid's head." A few muffled snickers and chuckles erupted from the students and Miss Jones sighed in exasperation.

"You have detention Jason. Before you go to practice, you're going to write 'I will not speak inappropriately in class.' one hundred times."

"Hey, if you wanted to see me alone Miss Jones, you could've just asked!" Even in feigned sleep, my eyes were rolling like wheels behind closed lids.

"Go to the office Jason..."

"Free period!" Jason quickly stood up from his desk triumphantly, snapping finger-guns to his friends as he left. However, I was suddenly left with a stark realization: the lughead wasn't sexually punished! My faith faltered; I had been so foolish! A world of sexual punishment? What kind of madness-

"Oh dear, it looks like Adam has fallen asleep." I heard the click-clacking of Miss Jones' heels as she approached, her voice almost booming as I nervously continued to fake unconsciousness. "How should he be disciplined, I wonder?"

My heart raced as I peered into darkness, my face still buried in my bookbag. I could imagine the sexy black teacher standing by my desk, a painted fingernail to her lip as she considered how to punish me.

"Hmm, I think I know." Miss Jones announced. As she spoke, I suddenly heard the sound of rapid steps and the stretching of fabric and nylon. A soft, feminine hand began to rub my crotch and instantly all doubt and worry left my mind. "Tiffany, why don't you tell the class about your thoughts on last night's chapter?"

"I like, couldn't believe that guy was so mean to the kids at the end!" Tiffany exclaimed, though I soon tuned her out along with the rest of the classroom. The way her hand was angled, I knew Miss Jones was kneeling, inches away from me with her hand eagerly dry-humping my cock through my pants. As she unzipped my jeans and freed my throbbing dick, I could feel my cheeks burning at the public nudity... but, I stuck to my guns! This was no time to chicken out.

"Well Tiffany, you need to consider that the British sailor was not present for the entire story," Miss Jones pointed out, her voice gave no indication that she was currently administering an enthusiastic handjob to a sleeping student. Her palm was slick with pre-cum as she stroked me, her devilish hand was rolling in a milking motion, intent on forcing me to dump my load in class, "He had just come after all." She whispered erotically.

I shuddered when I felt the hot breath of my sexy black English teacher and everything melted away. I knew Tiffany was blabbering on about something, somewhere in the room, but I was entirely focused on Miss Jones' pleasing touch expertly stroking my cock, forcibly coaxing out my sperm. Her fingers noisily squished along my slippery shaft, squelching with every tight-fisted pump.

After Aunt Saige's foreplay session, I was already on edge and couldn't hold it any longer. At my own desk in first period English class, I began ejaculating in my teacher's hand. I stifled my groan as my twitching cock pulsed, spurting out a thick web of spunk out underneath the desk. I sat behind Vanessa, the typical rich-girl snob always on her phone and I could practically hear each spray of my semen painting the back of jeans and splashing against their buttons. I felt a pang a guilt as Vanessa truly detested me, I had been caught nine-times too many staring at the crack of her ass when her jean-shorts rode low. Dumping my creamy seed on her clothing probably wasn't going to help fix our relationship.

"Mr. Grant, look at me." In a daze, I finally lifted my head and saw a smirk on Miss Jones' face. It wasn't the expression I was expecting. "If you didn't do the assigned reading, just say so. Don't pretend to sleep in my class." As if to emphasize her point, she gave me a big smile and lifted up her soiled hand next to her face: her palm was slimy with my sticky cum, thick, gooey droplets dripped down her slender fingers. "Now, unless your penis wants to feel my insides, I suggest you pay attention."

In disbelief, I quickly looked around at my class: everyone was sitting with a bored expression or at the very least didn't seem to care at all that I had just reached third-base with our sexy black English teacher! With a deep gulp, I nodded to Miss Jones and she went back to her desk, clinically cleaning her dirty hand with a tissue like she was a professional nut extractor at a sperm bank.

For the rest of the class, my head was spinning. I recounted what I had learned so far: For some reason, I was being sexually punished and I'm the _only_ one being sexually punished. My "punishment" seemed to scale with my offense and when I am punished, people treat it like it's normal.

I glanced over at Vanessa's ass, my eyes peering over the desk... and yup, her ass was splattered with jizz, simply drenched with my cum. Oddly enough, she didn't seem to care at the very least. Evidently some women were more concerned about semen cleanliness than others.

The rest of the class flew by uneventfully as I stewed in my thoughts and when the bell rang, I stood up in a daze. I would recover in my second period Math class with Mr. Paulson, but after that, I was determined to get something better than a handjob!