An experienced guy

From the mid-point of the room, a man stands from his desk and approaches the front of the room. The look on his face was a mixture of excitement and fear as he stood in front of the class. Eying him up and down, you noticed he wasn't Playgirl material, but he could be worse. His short black hair looked like he played sports. His body though seemed like he enjoyed the easy life, already a bit of weight on him. Still, you had to admire his willingness to make a show of himself with you. Because even the mesmerized students had to realize just what it was you wanted a volunteer for.

Sliding yourself next to him, you unbutton his jeans and reach inside, already beginning to stroke at his cock. "What's your name, sweetie?"

"C-Chris, m-miss Xana." He responded, his stutter one of apprehension as he wriggled against your body, his cock hardening at your ministrations.

"Tell me Chris, have you been sexually active before?" You coo, still trying to play the teacher even while you start stripping off his pants.

"Yes miss... I have had some experience." He smiled confidently.

"Very good... then let us demonstrate the process for those that have not."

Kneeling down, you begin gently licking at the head as one hand kneads his balls, the other expertly unbuttoning your blouse and playing with your giant tits. Every once in a while, you speak aloud: "In order... to have sex... the penis becomes... engorged... with blood. Once hard, the... partners can choose... where to put it!" Your mouth wraps itself entirely around Chris' cock as he groans in pleasure. You could already feel pre-cum dripping from the head, its salty taste getting you even wetter.

You grinned wildly as you stood and half jumped onto your desk, hiking up your skirt to give him easy access to your wet pussy. Looking around Chris as he lined up with you, you addressed the stunned classroom. "But of all of the options, vaginal sex is by far the... urgh..." You stop and close your eyes, grunting as the mortal bottoms himself in you in one thrust. "The best!" You declare loudly.

It suddenly hits you what you are doing. You are in a classroom, getting fucked by a student, and a crowd was watching. And not one of them was taking their eyes off of you. Nor could they resist the magic you enveloped the room with. Others began rising from their desks, getting closer to you, or starting to touch each other... you were doing it! Now you just had to enslave all their minds and souls completely...

But you can't plan what to do next while you're being ploughed by this boy. You moan up at him as he thrusts into you again and again, your heaving breasts bouncing with the ****. You are ready to unfold your master plan... but how?