Dr Turner's Miracle Solution...

Dr Turner locked himself securely in his classroom, and leaned against the door heavily as he caught his breath.

These temptresses were relentless; they had begun hounding him as soon as the infection had begun to spread through the school and it hadn’t stopped.

He remembered it clearly and traumaticly, so many of the eager young male students submitted to their raging hormones immediately and soon dozens of them were fucking infected female classmates and even teachers all over the school.

Young, dumb and full of cum had been the first waves of men the to fall to the virus.

Ms Darling, a happily married mother of two and the mathematics curriculum coordinator had locked herself in her classroom with five of the senior boys soccer team for almost four days. Even Mrs. Hellgrave the principal–who had changed from a shriveled up old shrew to a lusty youthful seductress–had begun handing out “special” detentions to any young men she could lay her hands on.

No man in the school, student or teacher had stood a hope and soon the couplings had begun occurring openly in the halls, on cafeteria tables and even–in one particularly awkward case–during his classes.

Dr Turner moved wearily through his chemistry lab, towards the supply room where his latest and most important work awaited him. He had begun studying the disease as best he could once he had witnessed its atrocious ramifications. Though he wasn’t a medical doctor (his dissertation had been related to inorganic chemistry); he had studied as much research and gathered what resources he could to begin developing his own vaccine.

It was a distraction and better than doing nothing. An outlet for all his nervous energy and a way to bury himself in anything other than a hungry XXX-infected pussy. He had been certain he would fall to his primal urges eventually… and he instinctively knew that day was today.

He couldn’t stand the constant pressure anymore and he didn’t have the courage to lock himself away, only to fade away into nothingness.

The supply room was a mess of open medical journals, hand-scribbled notes and jumble of assorted lab apparatus. On the corner of a cluttered bench sat a kidney dish cradelling two fat syringes filled with a murky yellow fluid and a clear blue solution respectively.

Dr Turner rolled up his sleeve, picked up the first barrel and pierced the syringe into the prominent vein on his forearm. It contained a steroid based antibody that should bolster his immune system's response to the viral intrusion.

Setting the empty hypodermic aside he began to inject the second, a nasty chemical compound that would hopefully attack the viruses’ unique molecular structure within his body, hopefully weakening it. It had the potential to make him violently ill if not fatally so but he tried to equate it to chemotherapy for his own sanity.

His admitted wild theory was that the combined effect of the two would allow him to fight off the XXX-virus long enough for his body to build immunity and ultimately save him from the infection forever.

With a deep breath Dr Turner returned to his classroom, unlocked the door and began drawing chemical formulas on the board, class would soon begin…

“…the fusion of two hydrogen molecules and an oxygen molecule will give us H2O which is, of course, water.”

Dr Turner had decided to teach the remainder of his class from a seated position behind his desk to hide his towering erection.

He had already dismissed the only three uninfected students from the lesson and now faced a small group of ravishing XXX-infected female students. Two of them had brazenly unbuttoned their uniform blouses and were openly massaging their thick swollen breasts, gasping softly whilst staring at him lustfully. Another barely-legal knock-out was moving her hand rhythmically under her desk and it took no imagination whatsoever to deduce what she was doing to herself.

Dr Turner was trying to hold out as long as possible to give his jerry-rigged **** as long as possible to take effect but even now he was teetering on the brink of becoming victim to la petite mort in an atrociously literal sense.

“Stacey… would you come up to the board and solve the next problem please…” He growled and clenched his jaw, trying heroically to fight the throbbing need in his pants.

“Certainly Dr Turner” The emerald-eyed sex-kitten replied sweetly.

Stacey rose smoothly to her feet and smiled wicked promises at him.

Her long dark hair flowing like a satin curtain down her slender shoulders and over her perfect pillowy bosom. She didn’t even wear the school blouse, just the girl’s uniform blazer buttoned low over her cute navel. The straining jacket barely contained her massive bouncing cleavage and clearly revealed that she wasn’t wearing any manner of bra beneath.

She walked around her desk, her hips swaying hypnoticly and Dr Turner couldn’t help but to stare at her long silky legs. Running his watering eyes up them to her soft, firm thighs and tight miniskirt Stacey had worn in place of the school's usual pleated skirt.

He had stopped trying to enforce the school's uniform policy over two weeks ago–several of the shameless minxes had all but begged for a stint detention with him–and right now his pulsating dick seemed ready to jump out of his pants.

“This problem here?” She asked innocently, bending low from the waist to look closely at the board. The move was so provocative and ridiculous it left her nose an inch from the equation in question. It also caused her scanty miniskirt to ride like a receding tide up her firm juicy ass, putting her lower cheeks on show as if she were presenting them to him.

Dr Turner felt light headed… dizzy even.

He didn’t know if it was from his ‘cure’ or the lack of blood going to his head but he couldn’t hold back any longer. He shot to his feet with such suddenness that his chair crashed to the floor behind him. The class's eyes all shoot like targeting lasers to the prominent twitching bulge in his pants.

He rounded on Stacey with an animal growl.

“I’ve had enough of this…” He muttered furiously as he bared his teeth. “Now bend over my desk, you naughty slut!”