Mike is looking at me with amazement as I continue to bounce my micro-skirt clad rump while standing on my flat shoes, one hand brushing my black bangs and the other on the desk so that I'm stabilised. "L-Laura, what are you doing?!", Mike said. He's lucky the cacophony of cheeks clapping is louder than his exclamation! Although I can hardly be angry at him when his foot-longer is hard just looking at me. Still, I shush him, "Shhh, I'm trying to listen to Cummings, it's hard with so many butts clapping". It looked like this was his first time in history class! Still, I continue my wobbling as we both look at Ms. Cummings.
The pear-shaped MILF was still stroking the phallic remote with her asscheek to shift slides. It was poking out of her titanic buns - Hmmm~ I should do that to Mike, I know he loves my apple-bottom ass~ - who were pouring out from her painted on looking bootyshorts. She continued in her melodious voice despite the noise, "As you all know, twerking has historically been a very important thing for women to do, whether as an empowering show of feminism, a simple dance move, a courtish display to find a mate or a sign of submissivness to men. This is due to our wasp-like build, with an average of 25 inches waists to easily be grabbed and lifted by bigger, stronger men and 45 inches hips for larger behinds to better entice them."
Ms. Cumming's lessons were always super interesting, teaching us how women just need to shake our phat asses and look sexy for men, and god that made me horny. Just the feeling of my tiny G-string stretching across my 50 inch hips, going up my crack and caressing my pussy everytime I bounce my basketball buns makes me so fucking wet. It feels even better knowing I'm the best twerker in class, shaking my thang expertly with 6-inches heels without anything to support myself. Fuck, I'm groping my D-cups through my bikini top again, I should concentrate back to class!
The teacher continued to blare the music, her 70 inch wide bare ass bouncing on the boombox. Honestly, it was a pretty ingenious design: the shock of the teacher's massive rump against the boombox whenever she thrusts herself on the dildo-handle generates energy that powers the boombox. It helped us stay in rhythm, our rears all bouncing in sync to the beat as Cummings sensually sang her lesson: "Bounce it~ Shake it~ Clap it~ Move it~...". I'm applying her lesson in the best way possible, putting my hands behind my head to make sure I'm keeping my balance solely with my ballet heels - not like there was any desk or anything to help us girls balance.
I look over my shoulder, my waist-length wavy hair swaying as I continue to give Mike an assjob, my titanic cheeks loudly smacking against his strong thighs in time with the beat. He suddenly moans like it's his first time in class, but I don't know why, we've been doing this for years now! I know he's got more blood in his massive, juicy cock than in his brain, but he knows he shouldn't be that loud! Thank god, the music is slowing down, so I get to not go as fast. I gently sway my thick hips from side to side, my phat booty engulfing his throbbing dick and caressing it. Nice of him to coat it in his pre-cum, but I have to ask what's going on. "What's happening, big guy? Pent-up, today? You've never been loud during class"
He looked at me confused - handsome as always - and said,"I-I'm sorry, I think- oh fuuuck~ it's the wiiiiish I made, I always- Ah! fantasised about you and your aaaass- oh god, you have a tramp-stamp!". Is he still on about that dumb wish granting machine? Whatever, I'm just happy he noticed I got "Mike's Bootybitch" tattooed above my butt "I did it just for you~ Don't let it distract you from the spanking though". Mike was about to say "Th-the wha- Hrrngh~!", but I didn't let him finish, we'll talk about that later. For now, the music was back to its faster tempo, so I went back to my thorough humping. It's almost the climax of the music and Ms. Cummings was approaching the end of her lesson.
"Sway it~ Work it~ Throw it back aaaand..." I arched my back as much as possible, thrusting my ass to Mike so he could smack it - God I hope he takes the cue! - "Spank it!". I moan loudly, he did it! He smacked my fat fucking ass with his manly hands! "Fuuuuck~ it feels so goood~!" I sluttily moan like the rest of the class, my tongue lolling out and eyes rolling back. I can feel my butt still wobbling and my G-string ruined because of how much I came. I sit back on Mike's lap, as did the other girls with their partners, feeling his cock still hard and leaking between my thicc thighs. I'm biting my lips as I discreetly grind my pussy against it, making him grunt in pleasure.
I giggle, "Ready for what comes next?~" as...