Seduce a teacher (or does she seduce you?)

Wandering through school, you can't help but notice how every girl your age eyes you hungrily, and that in turn makes your cock hard. One thing you've noticed, through all your recent sexual activity, is that your refractory period is greatly reduced, and your ejaculations seem to be completely unlimited - even by the standards of an eighteen-year-old. It'll certainly be useful, and your enhanced libido is giving you all sorts of naughty ideas...

The work in geography class is dead boring, and you find your mind wondering as the teacher drones on. Your neighbour clears their throat, and you glance over to see Lauren - who was always unkind to you before - slowly unbuttoning the top buttons of her shirt, angling her chest slightly so you have a perfect view of her fantastic cleavage. You hear someone's breath catch to your left, and glance over to see quiet, reserved Cassy rubbing her crotch under the desk. She glances over at you, and blushes deeply as your eyes meet, quickly turning back to her work - but her rubbing only intensifies. Horny as you are, you're deeply tempted to have either of these girls as an afternoon snack - or maybe both together!

"Mr Abbott!"

Miss Knight's stern exclamation snaps you out of your trance. "I do hope you're paying attention. We wouldn't want you missing anything, now, would we?" The teacher's tone softens, and do you imagine it becoming ever-so-slightly alluring as she looks at you meaningfully? Suddenly your mind opens to a far more exciting possibility than the two girls next to you, watching Miss Knight continue with the lesson. How many boys get to fuck their teacher?

Miss Knight is well-regarded as the hottest teacher in school. Somewhere between 25 and 35 years of age, she has the authority and disposition of a real teacher, but a youthful face and body that can easily compete with even 'hot girl' Lauren. And what a body it is. Today, her tights show off toned calves and tanned thighs that disappear behind a pencil skirt, which only emphasises her shapely hips. A slightly-too-small white shirt exposes a sliver of her thin abdomen - and then your eyes reach her breasts. Miss Knight might as well be called Miss Busty, because she has probably the biggest pair of tits in the school; what's even more impressive is that, aside from them she has a fairly slim frame, as if all the fat in her body decided it would live in her boobs, with a little rounding out her butt, and none anywhere else. The buttons of her shirt strain to keep the watermelons contained, perfect globes pressing very obviously against the semi-transparent fabric. Unfortunately, today she has her shirt buttoned all the way up to her elegant neck, which is encircled by a silky black Japanese necktie. She has a slender, magazine-worthy face, with {if@ Images!=false}entrancing eyes and gorgeous black hair cascading down her back.

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You wonder whether she dresses like this because of your strange abilities, or if she's always dressed sexily; after all, who wouldn't with a body like hers?

Naturally, Miss Knight was always the main attraction of geography, but today she truly dominates your attention. During a short-answer exercise, she walks over to check on the student sitting in front of you. As she leans over his shoulder, her butt sticks right above your desk. As she points at something on the other boy's desk, her rear end shifts so the slit in her skirt aligns perfectly for you to see right through it to her pink lace panties. You only get a glimpse, but you think you see a damp patch right in the middle of it.

Realising you're staring, you quickly avert your eyes, but before you return to the geography exercise, you think you see Miss Knight's eyes flick to you with a knowing glint, then back to the other student.

It's a double period, and with over a dozen bodies in the greenhouse of your non-air conditioned classroom (which suddenly seems rather convenient) the room is sweltering in no time.

"Take a break and get some water everybody!" Announces Miss Knight. "It's important to stay hydrated, I don't want any of you fainting on me."

As the students scramble to get their water out, the busty beauty saunters over to her desk where a glass of water stands waiting. You watch as she begins to sip from it, and after she swallows twice, she meets your eyes. Suddenly her hand seems to spasm, spilling cold water all over her shirt and prompting her to gasp. You stare at her soaked shirt with glee, the fabric now little more than cling-film, giving you a perfect view of her cleavage.
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For several seconds, she just gazes down at her soaked chest, and you can tell from the silence around you that no-one is missing this show. Slowly, she raises her head, immediately looking right at you. Walking slowly forwards, she bites her lip, until she leans over your desk. Your breath grows shallow, as she lowers her sodden breasts until they are right in front of your face.

"Michael," she says softly. "Would you be so kind as to get me some paper towels from the bathroom?"

"Y-yes, of course ma'am," you stammer, your eyes **** to part with her cleavage as your body carries you away.

In the bathroom, you look into the mirror and behold yourself, seized with panic, sweat dripping down your forehead.