Stay to tutor Ms. Hoover

Girls his own age could wait, Billy decided. He only had a few more months as a high schooler. If he didn't fuck his teacher now, he might not get around to it!

"Billy, don't you...don't you have to go to your next class?" Ms. Hoover asked, her panties still around her knees as she shuffled behind her desk to hide her dripping twat. Her green eyes swirled with confusion and shame even as they smouldered with awakened lust. Billy grinned as he realized she wanted him to leave so she could masturbate. He closed the door to the room and grinned at her.

"Actually, Ms. Hoover, I don't have to go to my next class," he informed her. "And I know you have a planning period now, so I was wondering if I could help you with anything?"

"Help me?" she asked, her head obviously swimming with arounsal and naughty thoughts.

"Yes, Ms. Hoover," he said, slowly stalking toward her. "You seem like you could really use some help."

"I...I shouldn't..." she said with very little conviction.

"No, you shouldn't," Billy conceded. "But that's what makes it so hot, isn't it? And weren't you just telling everyone what a naughtly little slut you are?"

He focused his power, drilling the thought into the green-eyed teacher's mind.

She blushed and nodded and fumbled with her half-off blouse. With a little push from Billy's mind, she let it join her skirt on the ground. Her bra followed and her nipples quivered at the peaks of her tremendous tits.

"You can't help your urges, can you Regina?" he asked. "You don't mind if I call you Regina, do you?"

"That's not my...no...I don't mind...I like it..." she conceded.

"And we can tell everyone you're helping me with a special project," Billy grinned. "After all, I bet there are all kinds of things a hot, slutty teacher like you could teach me, aren't there Regina? What do you want to teach me?"