In always darkest before the dawn

Shortly before the bell rang to start the day, your phone buzzed, informing you that you'd received a text. Quickly checking, you saw it was from Jennifer.

JM: Hey Daddy, glad you're back today. Can't wait to see you in fourth period.

While you were reading that, she sent you a picture. She was sitting down with her camera underneath her skirt. Her legs were spread, giving you an up-close look at the bare, shaven petals of her sex. You could even see moisture start leaking from her moistening fuck slit.

Quickly turning it off, you almost threw the phone into the desk drawer, closing it as the three tones of the school bell sounded.

Red-faced, you looked at your first-period students. "Okay, kids, phones away, and speak up as I call roll."

First period went about as well as it could either way. The substitute had gotten to less than half of the material you had wanted to cover. You ended up having the students read aloud from the book as your mind kept dragging your thoughts to the various cock-stirring things that happened this morning. Soon enough the bell was ringing and second period was filing in.

You perked up as Beth Anne waltzed into the classroom wearing one of the outfits you purchased for her. The light blue top, while meeting the dress code, was short enough to give flashes of her smooth belly as she walked. You followed the same playbook as first period, having them take turns reading from their textbooks. Still aroused from earlier, your eyes bored into your teen lover, uncaring if anyone noticed. In your mind you kept going back to the first time you fucked her in the back of Shooters.

Remembering the blend of lust and fear in her eyes when you told her your cum was all going deep into her pussy. Then the moment she sealed her fate as she lowered herself onto your cock left you needing to adjust yourself. Halfway through class it was her turn to read the section about the Siege of Boston. Watching her read out the words, all of a sudden you were back in the make-out spot with her in the gym. You could see her mouth open as moans spilled forth like raindrops, ending as she screamed, "Breed me."

"Mr. Clarkson, who's next?"

Blinking your back in the classroom. Quickly scanning the class, you say, "Mr. Jasper, you're next."

The football player winces as he starts the section on moving the guns of Fort Ticonderoga. Invariably your gaze was drawn back to Beth Anne, whose eyes were sparkling. Nonchalantly her hand drifts up, rubbing your favorite spot to mark her neck. Then, licking her lips, she mouths, "Love you, Daddy." Finally the bell rings and your students head off to their third-period classes.

Finally alone for your administrative period, you sit back in your chair. "Fuck," you think out loud, "I need to fuck something."

You consider whipping out your Johnson and rubbing one out. But the thought of blowing your wad anywhere but into a tight teen pussy froze you. You could almost hear the beast hiss from your subconscious, "Fool! Don't you dare waste your baby batter."

You angrily huff, and you open your briefcase, pulling out your laptop. Firing it up, you log into your school email and try to work as best as you can. As you answer parent emails, your mind continually derails itself. Instead of replying to Mrs. Metzger's concerns for her son's grades after he scored a D on your first test. You found yourself going every second as you peered in at Sunyi wantonly fingering herself to an illicit video or you trying to knock up her precious daughter.

Whether it was because of the near-constant arousal you have been in since Lili started pushing your buttons this morning. Or the pain meds are starting to wear off. You could feel your back start to throb. Opening your briefcase, you reached in, pulling out a pill bottle. Not paying attention, you opened it up, extracted two pills, and popped them into your mouth. Grabbing your coffee cup, you wash them down with the dregs of your cup.

You begin to put them away when your eyes catch the name of the medication.

Viagra.

Your eyes widen in horror. Instead of the mild painkiller, you took something to help you get hard. Briefly you consider going to the bathroom and trying to throw up, but decide that might bring questions you don't really want to answer. Instead, you choose to suffer.

"How much worse can it be?" you think to yourself. You then take out the painkiller you meant to take and swallow down two of its pills. Trying to ignore the fact that 200 mg of Viagra was starting to work its way into your system, the bell indicating that third period was over rang.

Your students start filing in as you remove your tie, stashing it in your briefcase. Unbuttoning the top button on your shirt, you try to act normal but feel anything but. Krystal arrives first, flashing you a smile as she finds her seat. Then Kat, Janna, and Rebecca arrive, taking theirs. Just as the bell sounds again, the classroom door opens, and in strides Jennifer.

Your mouth goes instantly dry as you recognize the outfit. She was wearing the same things as she was on your first day of class. "Jesus," you thought to yourself as your eyes devoured her. The way her white button-down shirt was molded to her slightly damp in the humidity. Anyone looking could see she wasn't wearing a bra under the shirt. And her skirt was at least two inches above her mid-thigh. Once again you could only wonder at how she was able to get away with so blatantly breaking the dress code. But then again, maybe you shouldn't wonder at how easily she seduced you into fucking her.

After stammering your way through roll. You have the class start reading out loud. Unlike the first day, Jennifer doesn't go out of her way to cock-tease you, not that it mattered. Your cock was hard enough to pound nails, and your hungry brain kept bombarding you with filthy thoughts of "just how bad it would be if you stretched Katenya out on your desk and gave the class an impromptu lesson in reproduction."

The bell ending the period rings, surprising you, and leaving you wondering where the time had gone. Trying not to lose it, you start counting to one hundred as the students head off to lunch. You could feel your hand quiver as you reached twenty.

"Hey, Daddy."

Looking up, you could see that Jennifer had walked up to your side of the desk. You could see she had undone the first two buttons on her shirt.