Heads back to history for another lesson.

The bell rang and the students all closed their big literature books and started to pack up and chat now that school was over. Anika shouldered her backpack and then leaned in close to Pat as he stood up, her large, dark breasts swayed side to side almost hypnotically. "It was nice to get to know you a little, Pat. We should hang out some time." she gave him a brief kiss on the lips, smiled impishly and then turned to walk out of the classroom, swaying her ass side to side, flashing the jeweled butt plug as she did so. Pat was entranced.

His meditation on Anika's ass was interrupted by a punch to his upper arm. Zoey was laughing at him. "You've got it bad, Arton. If I didn't know better, I'd never guess you were from prude world. I gotta keep Anika off you so you'll end class all worked up, maybe then you can fuck me proper without my Mom interfering." Pat laughed at her suggestions, and kinda leaned into Zoey, shoving her with his shoulder the way he would with his buds in his old life. Though he was never buds with tattooed, naked girls that demanded they be fucked hard and rough. Pat then realized that all of his "buds" back in his old world would be guys he'd get down on his knees for and suck off eagerly. The clash between memories of his former life, and how he has learned to be here shook him for a moment. "You ok?" Zoey asked with genuine concern.

"Yeah." Said Pat picking up his stuff. "Just realizing how much I have changed since I got here."

"You didn't change." said Zoey. "You were like this back in the Prude World. You just didn't know it, or were afraid to let it out."

Pat smiled at her, and bumped into her again playfully. "Yeah, I think you might be right. Hey, if you want to hang around, I gotta go back to Mr. Taylor's class after school, to go over this new textbook he wants to give me. We could catch up if I'm all worked up like last time."

Zoey scrunched up her face thinking. "Fuck. I'm tempted Prude Worlder. But I got back practice, so gotta jet."

Pat, suddenly afraid he was missing out on marching band cried out, "Shit! Did I miss hearing about an after-school rehersal? I don't want to get cut, but I need to go to this history thing."

"Not Marching Band, dummy. My band. We're punk rock. Well I'm punk rock. The rest of them are still that bubblegum, orgasm pop that they listen to here. God their music sucks. Actually we kinda suck too. For now at least. I'm kicking their ass until they thrash as hard as you fuck." Pat chuckled, as Zoey knocked into Pat with her shoulder. "Here's your thick, dark, daddy cock. I mean, here's your history class. Have fun with the new text book. I'll see you tomorrow." Zoey slapped Pat's naked ass in a friendly way that was still a little painful. But Pat was really enjoying the fuck buddies dynamic they had developed.

He took a deep breath and entered Mr. Taylor's classroom, a little apprehensively, and a little eagerly. He didn't know what to expect what would happen after school with a teacher that had already fucked his ass in front of everyone during regular classes. Maybe Mr. Taylor will focus on the history, and he won't leave so frenzied and horny. Though Pat admitted to himself that he wouldn't mind his ass pounded by that fat cock a second time, though it would make him feel like a boy slut, showing up to hang with his boyfriend dripping cum out of his well fucked butt.

As he entered the room, the first thing Pat noticed was the well muscled legs and ass of Mr. Taylor. The dark chocolate toned backside was getting another workout as the teacher was thrusting into a redheaded, big breasted girl, who seemed to be holding on for dear life. From the sweat glistening on Mr. Taylor's well toned back, and the general disheveled state of the girl, they had been going at it for a while. Probably since the end of sixth period. The girl had her ass on top of her desk, her arms and legs wrapped around the teacher and was holding on for dear life. Pat tried to find a good time to announce himself, but wasn't really finding a good place to interject in between her cries of absolute ecstasy.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh– Fuuuck meeeeeee Mr. Taylor. Fuck the shiiit out of my tiiiiiny puuuusssssy! Oh! Oh! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Pat decided that he should just take a seat and when they had a moment he'd let his presence be known. No need to interrupt what was proving to be an arousing show. As Pat walked past them to sit down at the desk he used in class he must have caught the teacher's attention.

"Mr. Arton." Said his handsome history teacher, never once dropping that direct, commanding yet respectful pose, even while he was rocking that other student's world with his fat cock. "Thanks for making the time after school to go over your special syllabus. I know you are still exploring this new land of ours and there are a lot of distractions, but your education continues here in our 'sex world' just as much as it did in– oooh yeah–" Mr. Taylor paused for just a moment and Pat could see the pleasure play across his rugged yet beautiful face before he regained his composure. "Just as much as it did in your 'prude world'. The book is on my desk. Why don't you skim through it while I get Ms. Kelly settled, and then we'll go over it together."

Pat nodded, then remembering how much Mr. Taylor demanded verbal consent mumbled a quiet, "Yes, sir." As he walked back to the front of the classroom, he was treated to a sight of Mr. Taylor's huge, fat cock sliding in and out of the pale redhead. Pat was a jealous and wondered if this meant that there would be no penetration of his young ass. Though everyone in Sexworld seemed to be able to get hard and cum an extraordinary amount of times. So maybe he would end up impaled on his teacher's massive cock.

Pat put down his bag next to the teacher's desk, and opened the pristine textbook titled "World History: 1550-Present - Prudeworld edition". Pat cracked it open and started to leaf through it. It seemed that this had an extra chapter that quickly covered the differences in histories of the two worlds. It seems that the two worlds shared a an identical history up until one of the later Egyptian Pharaohs when the histories radically diverged. Pat wasn't reading too closely but it seemed to be something about a colony of bacteria in the floodwater that changed the people's microbiome, and from the sexualizing of Egypt that spread to the rest of Africa, and then to Europe and Asia. The book laid out the parallel histories of the two universes, with Pat's home looking very violent and cruel in comparison to the conquest through coitus in this universe.

Pat was so engrossed with the book that he hadn't even noticed that Mr. Taylor had finished with the other student, and jumped a little bit when he felt the tall teacher put his hand around Pats bare chest and pull Pat up against his sweaty, naked body. Even though Mr. Taylor's dick was flaccid, Pat could feel it pressed up against his lower back and his ass crack. It was slick with his and that girl's juices, and Pat thought about dropping to his knees to clean him up. He glanced over to the redheaded girl, and she was at her desk now, studiously taking a test. With one hand she wrote answers on the packet, and with the other she fingered herself and scooped out a blob of Mr. Taylor's cum, and then sucked it off her finger. While licking it off she glanced up to the front desk and met Pat's longing glance and smiled seductively before returning her focus to the test.

"Well Mr. Arton, shall we sit and go over this book together and set your syllabus for the class?" Mr Taylor asked, his muscled arms encircled Pat, who felt very small and **** being enveloped by this older, masculine man.