It was a fine Spring morning. Birds were chirping, the skies were blue, clouds puffy, sun bright.
"A perfect day," Ms. Fosselman said herself, "which will be ruined by the brats I will have to teach. "
It was a Monday. Ms. Fosselman had had an amazing weekend, spent with her one and only, Randy. She sighed, flashing back to the "fun" they had. She can still remember the squishy sound that came from their humping when they came together, which was perfectly in time to Bach. Just thinking about it got her horny, so she went back to bed to "play" with herself. It just wasn't the same pleasure her Randy could provide. It was lacking the undeniable smell of Mr. Watson's signature scent, pork, shit, and sweat, and his constant gruntings and tootings as they made love. She breathed in the shart stained undies he had left behind. The stench almost made her pass out, but she didn't mind. It reminded her of Randy.
She turned around and looked at her clock. 7:15 am. She groaned.
"Time to get ready for students playing when they shouldn't be, and, pitzicatto." The mere thought of that made her shudder.
She walked down her stairs, not forgetting to brush a picture of her beloved Mei Ling as she descended. She was greeted by her dog, whom always witnessed the "humping" because she locked her poor pup in the room with her and her significant other. #enddogswitnessingjandy campaign was spread by a passing jogger who saw the scene when Randy and Jo Anne accidentally left the curtains opened.
She made herself a nice breakfast of eggs, bacon, hash browns, toast, and, of course, some frog meat. She gobbled it all up and went upstairs to put on her outfit, consisting of a black shirt, green bedazzled vest, jeans, a pink headband, and Sketchers. She never brushed her teeth because she liked to taste the frog meat throughout the day.
She hopped into her Prius and blasted Bach, flipping the bird at anyone who stared. She pulled into the school parking lot with a space reserved just for her. She had to hold the person who was making the parking lot at gun point for it, so she deserved it. She strolled into the campus, stopping by the office for some doughnuts. When she entered the music room, she looked around to make sure no one was there, she squirted some frog blood that she always brang with her onto her doughnut.
"Mmmmm," she said, "Sooooo good."
Her first period was choir. Since nobody could sing, she devoted the period to her sing opera and making the students listen. Next, she had band, where she got to work with her one and only. They usually devoted that period to humping each other, since they just couldn't keep their hands to themselves. Then, third period was beginners orchestra. Those kids were straight up dumb, so she made them play the same measure over and over again while she proceeded to play FarmVille on her computer. Fourth period was lunch. Mr. Watson and Ms. Fosselman spent their lunch break together, which usually involved them feeding sandwiches to each other and, of course, humping. Then it was 5th period. Advanced orchestra, her most hated class of all. She used to love it, because Mei Ling was there, but now that she was gone, she resented it along with all the students there. As they settled in, and a group of eight graders went to go make a Satan circle, she went to her desk go get her magic wand, only to find that is wasn't there. She flipped the classroom inside out trying to find it, and by the time everyone came back with their instruments, the room was a mess and Ms. Fosselman was fucking pissed yo. She gathered up as much voice as she could muster, and screamed,
"WHICH ONE OF YOU FUCKING BRATS TOOK MY MAGICAL FUCKING WAND!!!!"
The students were shaken. Of course, there was this special posse, started by Mei that stole her things, but no one seemed to know who did it. Only one student did. Kristof. He was shaking so bad in his seat, and Ms. Fosselman noticed. She went up to Kristof and asked,
" Kristof, do you have my magic wand?"
He shook his head.
"I would advise you not to lie, Kristof, it's in your best interest not to lie. " she said. Her eyes were taking this demonic expression.
He shook his head again.
Out of nowhere, Ms. Fossleman grappled Kristof and shoved her hand in his pants. There, she found her magic wand stuck in between his buttcrack.
"You filthy little liar," she snickered, "see me after class. "
The whole class had their mouths opened. The bell rang, and they left the class in a hurry. All of them, except for Kristof, were gone 30 seconds after the bell.
"Well well well, Kristof," she said, "when will you ever learn, not to fuck around, with the FosselFrog?" She asked.
Silence.
"I ASKED YOU A FUCKING QUESTION YOU PEA BRAINED BRAT!!! SO ANSWER IT!!"
Silence again.
"I guess we'll just have to resort to the hard way." She said. She put a trash bag around him and stuck him in the wood shredder wood shop used. He got shredded into dust and she collected it as a souvenir. She was the happiest she was in years. She was so happy, in fact, that she decided to skip 6th period and have a foursome with Mr. Eckert, Ms. Sambuttcettie, Mr. Watson, and herself. It was so amazing. She got to have 2 danglies in both of her holes at the same time while making out with the principle. They all humped to the beat of Bach, because Ms. Fosselman always got her way. They all humped for 5 hours, but Ms. Fosselmans favorite part was when she got solo time with her Randy, while the principle and vice principle humped right next to them. There was a lot of moaning and groaning. By the time they were done, everything was wet.
She went home and immediately fell asleep
The next morning, she awoke to a text from her one and only. It said to meet her outside. She ran outside in just a robe, hoping for some pleasure to start off the day. But, she was in for something much better. There, in her backyard, was her one and only, kneeled onto one knee, with a ring in his hand.
"Will you," Randy said, "Jo Anne Fosselman, be my hump mate for life?" He asked
"YESSSS!!!!" She squealed. She jumped on top of him and tore off his clothes. Then she tore off her robe, and they started to hump to the beat of Bach. It was a very very fast song, so the thrusts were frantic. It felt so good though. In and out, in and out. Each thrust made the amazing squishy sound she loved so much. People stopped by to video tape the scene, and it went viral. They got recruited for one of the most prestigious porn companies ever. They became billionaires and humped for the rest of their days. Here's one of their humping days in the company.
Ms. Fosselman was on the bed, rose in her mouth, seductively stroking her jiggly thighs. Mr. Watson comes in a speedo, just for extra horniness. He runs and jumps on top of her. He rips off the speedo and starts humping her, slowly at first, then vigorously. Moans and groans fill the room. They use all sorts of oils on their "parts" , just to make it extra slick. They hump with all three holes, Poona, butt, and, (ok this is fucking nasty but my stories are disturbing so yah) mouth. (Ew). They hump and hump and hump, with Bach blasting, and then exhaust themselves and fall asleep.
Each scene they do equals 500 million dollars.
They are living the life
They are rich
They are shmexy
They are Jandy
The end.
