She starts feeling horny

-Mrs Lindsey?

Laura snapped out of her trance. She had interrupted herself in the middle of her sentence, suddenly feeling hot. She had trouble concentrating. What was happening to her? She looked at the class in front of her. Her students were all about 18 years old. She briefly looked at the ones in front. Some of them were looking yummy, she wouldn't have minded seeing them taking off their shirts and show her their abs. And what did their cocks taste like?

What the hell!

Laura shook her head. What the fuck was she thinking? She frowned, trying to get back to her train of thoughts. On the other hand...the girls of her class weren't bad looking either. Especially Audrey over there. She started wondering how good this one could be with her tongue. Her hand slowly carressed her crotch, hidden by her desk, while she imagined her student teasing her clit with her tongue, while her fingers would slip between her pussy lips, reaching the exact right spot.

-Mrs Lindsey? Are you feeling okay?

Laura startled. It had happened again. Since the beginning of the class, she had had trouble going on with her lesson. She shook her head again, she had to put herself together. She passed her hand on her sweaty forehead, and resumed.

-Yes, yes...so, as I said...Shakespeare first published Macbeth in 1623, in a context of...hmmm...

For the next ten minutes, Laura tried as best as she could to carry on with her work like nothing was going on, her mind assaulted with the dirtiest thoughts. Everytime her eyes stopped on one of her students, even the nerdy ones, images of her doing the most degrading things with them invaded her thoughts. She felt a growing wet spot appear on her pants, as she was getting increasingly wet at the thought of ending up in a gang bang with the whole class. She clenched her jaws, as an idea came to her mind.

Don't even think about it.

She had embarassed herself enough already, she wasn't going to make it even worse.

Come on, I'll be discreet. No one will notice.

Eventually, the last voice turned out to be the strongest. Laura's hand went under her pants and started rubbing her clit, while she was trying hard to keep a straight face, hoping her desk would be enough to hide what she was doing. Unfortunately, this turned out not to be the case, as Laura's students were starting to whisper.

-What's she doing?

-Is she...masturbating?

-Nah, this can't be happening.

-Look at her face, she's definitely masturbating. Right in front of us.

Meanwhile, Laura had it more and more difficult to go on with her lesson. With a great effort, she managed to keep talking, not noticing the confused looks of her students.

-For many years...it was called the Scottish Play...by some super...sup...superstitious actors...fearing to bring unluck...to...nnnng...

Without her realizing it, Laura's remaining hand slipped under her dress and started squeezing her left boob, while she was still masturbating frantically. Now there was no way at all it would have gone unnoticed, but Laura could no longer think about it. Her face froze in an expression of extasy, while the classroom was watching her, astonished at what they had in front of them.