Sept. 6th latter half of the day.

You finished taking roll and handed out the tests to your students. Sitting down at your desk, it occurred to you something was off. Jennifer's every glance at you was flirtatious as usual. Nobody was absent or anything, but you couldn't help but get the feeling something was out of place.

Getting up, you wandered between the desks, pondering what was different. The first thing that stood out to you was that Rebecca seemed to be out of it, staring at the test in front of her.

The next thing that occurred to you about halfway through class was the dark look that Janna was sending your way when she didn't think you were looking. "What was up with that?" you thought to yourself.

As the bell chimed, ending the period, the Latina got up, leaving in a huff. Jennifer shot her friend an amused look as she slowly gathered her things. The classroom finally emptied enough that she nodded to the other girls as they gathered at your desk.

"What's up, ladies?" you ask the four teens.

Jennifer nods to Rebecca, saying, "Okay, Becky."

Rebecca takes a deep breath before saying, "Mr. Clarkson, I think I'm pregnant."

A sudden urge to stand and cheer hits you.

Tamping it down, you calmly ask, "How do you know, sweetie?"

"For the last several days my breasts have been really sensitive. And my period should have arrived two days ago."

Sliding your chair back away from the desk, you tap your lap. "Come sit on my lap."

Rebecca sat her things down on your desk. As she walked around it, you looked at Katenya and motioned at the door to stand guard. Kat walked over to the door, looking out the window. As the redhead turned to straddle your thigh, you reached out, snagging the hem of her dress. Rebecca froze, unsure of what to do.

"Go ahead and sit down," you remind her.

Tebecca nodded as she settled over your knee. As she lowered herself, you raised the dress, baring her from the waist down.

"Mnnnnn.... such a good girl," you purred. You reach around Rebecca, cupping her bare mound with your left hand. The teen gasped before letting out a whimper as your middle finger stroked the seam of her pussy. You could feel Rebecca squirming from your teasing, so you hooked your other arm around her thigh.

Your voice was gruff as you ordered her, "Take your dress off, sweetie."

Rebecc hesitated for a second before she undid the four buttons down the front of the dress. The fabric parted revealing her bare breasts to the observing cheerleaders. Then, without protest, Rebecca drew the dress up over her head, dropping it to the floor.

Leaning back, you encourage the nude teen to lie back across you. Still stroking her kitty, you could feel the cream welling up from within her.

Krystal, for her part, sat down on one of the front row desks. Shoving the uniform top up over her heaving tits. Your niece started pulling at her nipples while her left hand slithers down under her skirt. Jennifer cocked her head with that self-satisfied smirk of hers on full display. You could see the anticipation building in her as she waited to see what you would do. Rebecca loudly moaned as you added a second finger to her now drooling honeypot.

"Show your mistress where our baby is." You loudly growled. Rebecca shivered as she began to stroke her lower belly.

"It's right here, Daddy," she moaned out, her voice quivering.

You thought you heard some hesitation, so you asked, "You sound hesitant; aren't you keeping it?" Rebeeca keened as you pulled your fingers out of her now very hungry pussy.

After a moment she broke hissing, "Yes, Daddy, I'm keeping it." She squealed, her hips thrusting up as you plunged your finger back into her stimulated snatch.

"Good girl, I was worried for a moment," you rumbled.

"I'm sorry, Daddy," she half sobbed, "I just never..."

"You should be proud," you murmured, stroking her soft belly. "You're doing what your body was designed to do."

Rebecca sighed, as her concentration was shattered by the waves of pleasure emanating from her cunt.

"It's just," she panted, finding it hard to think, "I had plans...."

"Silly girl," you laughed. "Who needs school or a career? When you have me and Jennifer helping you be the sexy little plaything you were always meant to be."

Jennifer was visibly ecstatic as she moved around the desk. She was looking at you with the expression you imagined a teacher had when a struggling student finally mastered the lesson. Joining the two of you. Jennifer knelt down, placing a kiss where Rebecca had stroked her belly.

"You're going to look soo sexy as your belly swells," she whispered.

"That's right," you whisper, "we'll fill you with so much pleasure you'll never miss having a career."

I have an idea," Jennifer teases as she pulls out her phone. "We need some before pictures."

Taking the phone Jennifer takes two pictures of Rebecca's belly. One from the side and another from the front. She also zooms in, taking a picture of Rebecca's B-cup breasts. Putting the phone away, Jennifer leaned in, caressing the sides of her breasts.

"Let me try this..." she purred.

Before Jennifer could do anything more, Katenya blurted out, "Shit, someone's coming." The three of you froze as she opened the door, leaving the classroom.

Looking back over her shoulder, she called out, "Thanks for the help, Mr. Clarkson." Before the door finished closing, you heard her say, "Oh, Mrs. Smalley, I have quick question for you."

Quickly Krystal jumped off the desk from where she had been jilling herself and started fixing her clothes. Jennifer grabbed the dress while Rebecca stood up as well as her unsteady legs would hold her. Jennifer then helped getting the dress back on while Rebecca just managed to get it properly buttoned. The three girls had just started walking to the classroom door when it opened.

Principal Smalley came waltzing in as Jennifer said, "See you at the game, Mr. Clarkson."

Barbara nodded to the three teens as they left the classroom. As the girls walk by your boss, you glance down. Silently cursing, you frantically think of how to explain the hard on that is currently making your pants a tent. You also had a visible wet spot on your slacks from where Rebecca dripped onto you. Going for a Hail Mary, you bend over, making a show of getting your phone.

Principal Smalley gives you a strange look before saying, "Mr. Clarkson..."