Shokushu History Class Undone
Perhaps the teacher will be grateful for your help and show her appreciation in the way you like best. Clearing your throat with an audible noise, you step forwards and approach the group. "Now, girls," you say in your best authoritarian voice. "That's no way to behave with your teacher. Why when I was at school, it was unheard of to act in such a way..." You realise you are starting to sound like your father and tail off. But it's too late, the girls around their hapless teacher have all turned towards you and you realise that you could be out of your depth.
"Who asked you, you old fart?" One of them demands. This stings. After all you aren't that much older than they are. You could certainly make them squeal if you got them one at a time and fucked some respect into them! But unfortunately they show no signs of lining up in an orderly fashion for you to demonstrate the fact. Instead they circle around you. A push from behind makes you stumble forwards and suddenly they have a new game to play. You get shoved one way then another within the ring of wild-eyed young hellions all the time trying to regain your balance.
Maybe it's an accident or maybe it's a natural reflex of your over-active obsession with sex, but the object you choose to grab hold of in an effort to stay upright is none other than the right breast of the ringleader. Your fingers dig into the soft, squishy mass of a tit that seems far too large for a girl of little more than eighteen. Far too soft too. You realise there is a good deal of tissue paper stuffed into her bra to increase the size, just as everything falls apart under your grip. Stumbling backwards, you, and everyone else, can't help but notice the mass of white paper that flutters to the floor from under the hem of her pink jumper.
WHAM!! This girl could box for the Olympic team. Your head rocks back with the force of a blow; completely unexpected since your eyes were on the tissues littering the classroom floor.
"OOOF!!" Her other fist finds the exact center of your solar plexus and you double up, feeling more than a little sick and hazily wondering if it would be impolite to gather up the displaced 'breast enhancer' against the possibilty you'll be losing your lunch.
"Want to try for my left tit and feel my left hook?" the girl demands menacingly. Not likely! You wisely choose option two and stagger towards the classroom door. The teacher will have to look out for herself.