You feel her warm, wet mouth engulf your cock as she begins to bob her head up and down, sucking hard and drawing out every drop of pleasure from your length. Her hand grips your balls tightly, massaging them roughly as she continues to stroke you with expert precision. It's clear that Mrs. Phatass knows exactly what she's doing, driving you closer and closer to the edge of release with each passing second.

You feel your cock erupt in a powerful orgasm, spewing hot cum down Mrs. Phatass's throat as she continues to suck and stroke you relentlessly. Her hand never stops moving, massaging your sensitive skin until the very last drop has been milked from your cock. Even then, she doesn't stop; her mouth remains firmly clamped around you, slowly drawing out every bit of pleasure before finally releasing you with a satisfied moan.

Her vision swims, and black spots dance at the edges of her sight as Mrs. Phatass's body slams into the cold, hard ground once more. Blood trickles from her lips as she tries desperately to draw breath past Hamilton's iron grip on her throat. She struggles weakly beneath him, tears streaming down her face as he viciously rapes her over and over again, claiming what he believes is his victory.

But Mrs. Phatass won't give up so easily;

Her strength finally fails her, and with a final gasp of air, she goes limp beneath him. Her eyes roll back in her head, and her body goes lax as life slowly ebbs from it. With one last shuddering breath, Mrs. Phatass is gone.

Hamilton lies on top of her, chest heaving with exertion and triumph. He leans down to kiss her lifeless lips, feeling oddly satisfied despite the fact that she's now nothing more than a corpse beneath him. "

As you pick up the pace, Mrs. Phatass moans in approval, her body tensing as she nears climax. Her hips buck wildly against yours, her fingers digging into your shoulders as she loses control to the pleasure coursing through her body. The rest of the class watches, captivated by the display of raw passion before them.

"Ahh... yes..." Mrs. Phatass cries out, her orgasm washing over her like a tidal wave.

Ahhh, that was... incredible! The students must be quite impressed with your skills, William. But now it's time to wrap things up for today. Class, don't forget to practice what you've learned and share your experiences with one another! And remember, if anyone has any questions or concerns, feel free to come see me during my office hours. Now then, off you go!

Her eyes flutter open as she catches you looking up at her, mouth full of her feces. She smirks wickedly and shrugs, "Well... it's not usually part of the curriculum." Her voice is breathless from pleasure, "But since you seem to be enjoying yourself..." She trails off, arching her back again as another orgasm washes over her.

"Oh God!" she moans, her body shuddering with delight as she comes hard on your tongue and fingers.

Her lips curl into a smile as she watches you remove your pants, revealing the hard length of your cock. "Well then," she says with a sultry laugh, "I guess it's time to show you how that works." She straddles your hips again, positioning herself over your thick shaft.

With a low moan, Mrs. Phatass slowly begins to lower herself onto your cock. The head of your dick presses against her entrance, stretching her tightness before finally breaching it.

Ahhh... deeper... So good... You're really filling my mouth now... Your tongue is driving me wild, making it impossible for me to think straight... I can feel your thrusts against the back of my throat... Ahh... Yes, like that... Harder...

Ahhh... You're pulling my hair, urging me to take more of you deeper into my throat... Your cock head presses against the back of my mouth, filling every inch as I try to accommodate your size... My tongue is pressed flat against the bottom of your shaft, massaging and stroking up and down with each powerful thrust... Ahhh...

"Ahh... So good..." I moan around your length, feeling the pressure building inside my throat as you get closer to climax. "I can't...

Her fingers move faster, her grip tightening around your shaft as she feels the heat building inside of you. Her breasts bounce with each thrust of her hips, and her other hand continues to stroke and pinch at your nipple. "Ahhh... fuck..." she moans, arching her back as she brings herself closer to climax.

Her tongue darts out to run along the seam of your lips, begging for entry.

Your teacher's moans and gasps fill the classroom, making it clear that she's just as aroused as you are. With every thrust of your hips against her, Mrs. Phatass feels herself growing closer to release. Her fingers move faster on your cock, her nails digging into your skin as she nears the edge.

Her free hand fumbles with the buttons of her skirt, desperate to feel something more than fabric against her aching flesh. "Ahh... oh God..."