Afternoon Lessons

{if Harem > 0}

It’s hard to teach the Upper Sixth ‘A’ Stream, because Ellie’s there watching you. All you want to do, is order her into your office, bend her over the desk and fuck her. By the look in her eyes, that’s what she wants to happen as well. No. You can’t do that. You must teach. But looking at the other girls doesn’t lessen the swelling in your pants.

The afternoon is even worse. Kelly’s sitting at her desk, her green eyes glittering, casually hitching up her skirt so more of her pale leg is visible, with maybe a flash of white hiding her sweet little pussy. The problem is that she’s not the only girl flirting with you. About half the class appear to have caught her disease, blouses too tight, buttons undone, skirts shorter than they should be, eyes filled with lust. Now that you’ve fucked three of the students, all you can think about is fucking the rest of them.

{else}

It’s hard to teach the Upper Sixth. All you can think about is how they’d look naked. How their pussies would feel wrapped around your cock. Imagine them lined up in the class, all on their knees, mouths open, waiting for your cock to slip in. Would they like that? Your shrivelled ego screams they would.

Brianna liked it. {if Kelly > 4}Kelly liked it. {endif}How many more of them would like it?

The Lower Sixth you can dismiss as too young. The Upper Sixth are reaching full maturity. And you have two lessons with them today.

First the ‘A’ Stream, adoring faces, all desperate to learn. You could teach them a lot. No. They’re innocent. They’re ready to be corrupted.

Later the ‘C’ Stream. Less innocence. More wanton lust. Now you’re looking for it, you see flirtation everywhere. Blouses too tight. Buttons undone. Shorts hitched up to reveal more leg. White socks have never looked so alluring. Adoring eyes have never been filled with so much lust.

{endif}

You never thought teaching would be such a minefield. You never contemplated the lure of female teen flesh. Then again, you hadn’t understood what turning into a sex god would do to you. What it has done to you is turn you into a lust filled demon, your mind slipping into thoughts of sex at the slightest flash of thigh, or hint of boob, or lick of lip, or adoring vulnerable glance.

You always viewed porn as plain fantasy. No relationship to real life. Yet your experience of the last few weeks has been closer to porn fantasy than to what you viewed as real life before. You were never this horny before. Let’s be realistic. Samantha broke up with you partly because you had little interest in sex. Now it’s all you can think about.

It’s driving you insane.