The hunger was building again. He was not in the right state of mind for Chemistry. Well, not the chemical equation on the board anyways. It didn’t help that he had neglected to do the homework. A high voice rang out from the back of class. “It’s norepinephrine, Mrs. Park.” Abby had bailed him out. She shot him a sheepish smile from her desk. “Lucky break Tibbott. Now, as we delve deeper into our exploration of brain hormones…” He gave Abby a weary thumbs up from his seat. Thank god she liked him. Or should he be thanking Satan now? As class continued his eyes wandered over Mrs. Park. He buttfucking started to fantasize about her in what was becoming a class habit. Something about her dressed-up, professional look and soccer mom body just set his imagination on fire. Then, as class quieted down for a 10 minute individual assignment, he got an idea. She was grading papers at her japanese desk in the corner of the room while everyone worked. He could see her crossed legs under the wooden desk, and everything above her stomach, which was pressed against its edge. All that could be heard was the scratching of pencils and the occasional cough. He whispered as faintly as he could under his breath. “Luminis igne libidinis.” He new nobody else could see what he could, but he still held his breath. Two gently bobbing red globes weaved their way between desk chairs and absently tapping feet. They floated past the teacher’s black work heels, up her shaved, tan, voluptuous legs, and finally disappeared under her striped pencil skirt. “UUuuhhg.” An unmistakable moan crashed through the silence. Every student in the room looked right at Mrs. Park. She was bent over her desk with her hands gripping the sides of her chair, like she’d just spilled something anal on her lap. “Don’t oohh, don’t mind me just, ahhg, my goodness. Just… just dropped something on my foot.” She managed to get a reassuring smile out. Her explanation seemed to be accepted, and people started getting back to work. Brian felt bad, but he kept his eyes glued to her wriggling body. She shifted her butt asian back and forth in her chair, trying desperately to control her facial expressions. Trying to resist the paranormal waves of heightened sensitivity radiating from between her thick thighs. She couldn’t stop a few glimmers of passion slipping through, a trembling lip or a sharp breath. He was getting mature hard again, but he was prepared this time with his backpack rested over his lap. Mrs. Park glanced around the room a bit, then looked at the clock, then another glance. Her hand disappeared under the desk as her legs went from crossed to side-by-side. No way, she wouldn’t. But a second later he saw the subtle shapes of fingers moving under her skirt. Mrs. Park closed her eyes and began to silently masturbate. The tip of her tongue meandered across her upper lip. This often resulted in a burning cross and a lynching of the offending black man. No one ever admitted that it was the white women who welcomed the black cocks into their bedroom. Bianca screamed. Julie was surprised it was Dawn Reynolds, the 11th grade math teacher. He jabbed a furious finger at Yeza. Rebecca held a sign that advertised our ‘special’ show this evening. He held her hips tighter against him and with all the strength he had left, he pounded in and out of her as she screamed for him. That's is all anal my stuff in my bag ...! She wanted that dick now. I’m almost dead positive that he’s one of the ones that escaped the lab in Mexico!’ “You got buns, hun’?” Lorraine asked. I picked them up using a rag and placed them into a brown paper bag I would throw out later when we went out for dinner. Yes!” she gasped. “Okay, I’ll do whatever you want. I could feel the heat emminating from her lips. 5 shots and my legs began to quiver. An incestuous thrill rippled through me as my balls smacked into her bush. “Damn,” I muttered, leaning forward almost without thought. Both George and Amanda weren’t too please about that. Either you’re throwing a book out onto Amazon and getting maybe one review and feeling like you’re stuck in a desert with no water, or you’re posting somewhere like here and you were riding in at 93% in hour one of your story going live, only to sit at 87% and off the ‘top rated, last 30 days’ chart a couple hours later because other writers wanted their story at the top, and buttfucking they very maturely think that burying everyone else’s story is a better strategy than borrowing their friend’s laptop and giving their mature story another anonymous vote (or better yet, writing better stories to begin with). “You go ahead and let it go, sweetie. I mean, with you I know its just a physical act and it’s fine with me if you and she get intimate. “And who would be my hostage?” Brock asked me. “I don’t know Fred, should we do this here?” Fred’s friend who came up behind me asks. She was surprised at my agility and scared as to the results of her nosiness. The air was drained from the room, none of us knowing what to say. "Yes Master." Jill and I nodded, understanding that, even with sex, there was such a thing as too much. “I made it. We all looked over to see Christian just coming asian out of the locker room. This awesome pleasure surged through my body. “I think that that little kitchen over there is maybe too small. Angry at dad for pushing you guys away. He works his ass off and I fuck his woman! He almost had an orgasm the moment japanese she moved her nude body across his nude body. “How did I do, she asked of me?” "I love you too sweetheart." “Whoa!