Personally

Ever since Miss Rathaway became Mrs. Anderson, rumors had flown around the school about her husband being ultra controlling of the woman, who had been pretty enough to be an actress, if not a professional model. According to the rumors, the other teachers had confronted her, offering to help her escape the relationship, but the more they pressed, the more the now Mrs. Anderson protested, stating and overstating how much she loved her husband, including her newly developed sense of decorum.

That, of course, didn't sit too well with the male faculty, any more than it did the male students. Matt remembered having the attractive teacher the year before, and always trying to look down her shirt as she leaned forward. He knew he wasn't the only male in the building who missed the happy, care free woman that she had been. Maybe if he ruined her marriage, she would return to the woman who seemed oblivious of all the male eyes roaming over her body.

There was a problem, though. He couldn't get the reactions he wanted inside Mrs. Anderson's mind, and he wouldn't have time if he stayed inside Mr. Phillips, which only left Coach Deacon. He jumped into the coach, and was almost left speechless as he realized the older man had been staring at his phone, which he had apparently been using to surf a sexy schoolgirl website, with the screen currently showing a strikingly curvy redhead laying on bleachers, wearing nothing but a smile.

Matt looked up as the now abanconed Mr. Phillips walked out of the room, leaving him and Mrs. Anderson alone. Matt got to his feet, putting the phone into his pocket as he walked to where Mrs. Anderson stood as well, walking to the countertop, sipping the last bit of coffee out of her cup and putting it into the sink.

He approached quickly, putting his hands on the countertop to either side of Mrs. Anderson's hips, pressing his hard cock against her shapely (yet hidden) ass.

With a start, as if noticing Coach Deacon for the first time, she tried spinning around, but his weight and greater strength kept her pinned to the countertop. "What... what are you doing? Hank, you have to... you can't do this!" the woman protested.

"Don't presume to tell me what I can't do," Matt growled in Coach Deacon's harsh voice.

"I... I told you when I got engaged we couldn't do this any more," she cried, trying once again to push him away. Matt paused for a moment, his mind searching the mind of the man he was inhabiting, and realized there were very clear memories of her having an affair with the coach. He grinned, pressing against her ass even harder.

"Shut the fuck up," he replied, reaching around her and pulling at the button up sweater, yanking until the buttons popped off one by one, clattering into the sink in front of Mrs. Anderson.

"I can't," she wailed, her hands leaving the countertop to hold the sides of the sweater closed. Using that as a distraction, Matt reached down and pulled her skirt over her hips, the fabric hanging up for a moment before dropping to her ankles.

Mrs. Anderson started weeping as Matt pulled his borrowed cock out of his pants, pressing the head against her panty clad ass. "You can't! You... I... I'm ovulating!

Matt grinned, and instead of pulling out, he thrust deeper, pressing his hips against her ass as his cock throbbed, filling her fertile womb with what he hoped to be potent sperm. Mrs. Anderson collapsed into the sink, sobbing hard as she felt his orgasm. Matt could only hope the coach's sperm would impregnate the woman, and that the pregnancy would drive the asshole husband away. Maybe the woman would go back to her old self, and he (and the other males in the school, but did he really care about them...) would be able to admire her body once again - after the pregnancy at least.

He pulled his cock out, once he was certain the orgasm had passed, and Mrs. Anderson just lay on the countertop, her head in the sink, her arms curled under her head as he stepped back. Mrs. Anderson's skirt stayed up, her ass and pussy exposed, cum dripping out of her and onto the floor between her feet. There was a sound behind him, and Matt jumped out of Coach Deacon and into...