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Exiting the office. Paperwork in hand. You looked at the sheaf of forms to sign.

35 students across 5 classes were being shuffled because Andy Reese and the superintendent were butt buddies. You could already feel the headache building as you trudged from the office to your classroom.

Arriving at your classroom. You opened the door, flicked in the lights, and went to your desk. Sitting down, you thumbed through the paperwork, finding what you needed: 6 students were leaving your first period. Two football players, one wrestler, and three others in order for the students' required classes and electives to be the same.

About 10 minutes later students started wandering in. As your transferring students would show up. You quickly signed off on the paperwork and sent them on their way.

With about 15ish minutes left till class started, the kids you were inheriting started showing up. The first one was a young Black man named Jaquan Umbudewei. You were welcoming him to your class when your second new student arrived.

She was a little thing at just 4'8". Popping her bubble gum, Joy Carson was from what you understood was a problem. The teen had a reputation as a man hating lesbian who attacked more than a few boys who thought they could fuck her straight.

Opening your mouth to welcome her, she proceeded to cut you off. Bitterly telling you, "Save the lies, teach. Wilkerson was giddy to get rid of me, so save your breath."

With that, she went to the back of the class and almost got into an altercation with Tony Giancarlo when she snarled, "Out of my seat, dweeb."

Apparently Tony decided his seat wasn't worth the aggravation and gave it to the brunette.

With just three minutes to the bell, your third new student rolled in. James 'Jammer' Welborne was going to be a problem but in a different way. The young man had some sort of glandular issue, and at 6'6", weighing a good 500+ pounds, he couldn't fit in a standard desk.

Flashing him an apologetic smile, you point over to a stack of chairs next to your bookcase, saying. "Well, transfer your desk tonight, James, so you'll have to make do for today."

"It is what it is, Mr. Clarkson," he glibly replied as he meandered over to his temporary seat. He was obviously used to this by now.

Beep, Beep, Beep.

"All right, if everyone could pipe down, we'll go ahead and call roll. "You announce to your class.

Halfway through roll call your 4th and 5th new students arrived within seconds of each other. You quickly welcomed the two young Hispanics and finished taking the roll.

Finishing up, your last new student for the period hadn't arrived, but you weren't going to wait. Getting up, you moved over to the blackboard and grabbed your chalk.

You started writing as you lectured. "Now I don't know where you were in your other class, but we were talking about the immediate aftermath of the Treaty of Paris and Great Britian recognizing our independence..."

15 minutes into your lecture. Your classroom door opened and a young woman hurried in.

"Oh god, I'm sooo sorry. My mom got a flat tire, and then I found out I wasn't in the right classroom anymore." The young red head stammered.

You wanted to say something, but you were struck dumb. It was like a ghost from the past had walked into your classroom. She froze when you just stood there saying nothing. You watched her free hand reach up and play with her hair. A gesture you knew, oh, so well.

Shaking yourself when several of your students started snickering, you gasped out a name you hadn't spoken since you were 30.

"Dana," you ask, wonderingly.

She cocks her head shyly, saying, "That's my mother's name; I'm Vanessa."

Vanessa was Dana's favorite grandmother. All of a sudden it occurred to you that you were making a scene. Forcing a smile, you say, "Welcome to my class, Vanessa."

Vanessa walks up to your desk and drops her paperwork. She mumbles, "sorry," before hurrying over and sitting down at an open desk. Shaken, you still manage to get back into your lecture and make it to the end of class.

Beep, Beep, Beep

Sounded the bell ending first period. Collapsing into your seat, you watch as your students leave. After Vanessa left, you picked up her transfer paper and read it. Vanessa Burrows it read.

Strange, you think to yourself, she has her mother's maiden name. Taking a moment, you close your eyes and immerse yourself in memories you'd worked hard to bury.

Dana Burrows was the last woman you'd dated before giving up. You had been infatuated with her and had notions that she might be the one. But your grandfather had recently died, leaving you solely responsible for your mom's and aunts' well-being.

"I'm sorry, Jason, but I can't be with someone if I don't feel like I'm the most important person in their life." Was the last thing she'd ever said to you. She was right, of course, but that hadn't made it any easier for you.

Now Vanessa, her daughter, was in your class. Almost against your will, you feel your cock start tingling.

"Yo, Earth to Mr. Clarkson, sign my paper teach so I can DD," the voice broke in. Looking up, you see one of the four students that was leaving your second period.

Fishing his paperwork out of the pile, you hand it over. Watching him leave your classroom, you let out a sigh.

"Jesus Christ, the day had just started," you grumble.

"Mr. Clarkson, you don't take the lord's name on vain." Protested Phoebe Murray, who'd just sat down within earshot

"I wonder if she takes it up the ass for Jesus." Bubbled up from your subconscious. Proudly, Phoebe wore a gold cross and a purity ring. You'd seen her talking to her boyfriend outside of class the other day. They looked like a cute couple, and you imagined her boyfriend had a ton of teen pussy throwing themselves at him. So the question was, was she as pious and godly as she pretended? Or in her need to keep her boyfriend from straying. Was she a freak between the sheets?

You pause momentarily before thinking to yourself. "Where the fuck did that come from?"

More students had filed, including your transferees, who you publicly wished well and sent on their way.

Your phone, which you'd forgotten to put away earlier, suddenly buzzed. School policy was for phones to be put away during class hours, and you tried to lead by example.

"Fuck it," you think, and reach for it. The screen lights up as you turn it on, and you see a text from Jennifer.

JM: Daddy, can you do me a big favor...

Cocking an eyebrow, your thumbs moved as you replied.

JC: I'm in class, but sure, why not...

JM: smiley face emoji

JM: Take one of your little blue pills right now.

JM: kitten with big tear-filled eyes GIF asking please.

"What on earth..." you mumble. Looking up, your students were still taking their seats. Beth Anne had sat down up front while your attention had been elsewhere. She had leaned forward enough that her blouse gaped open. Giving you an unobstructed view of her breasts and the pink nipples crowning them.

Beth Anne was watching you intently. Does she know?

JM: Well...

You look at the screen and type.

JC: I don't know what you're up to, but fine, this time I'll do it.

Turning off your phone, you open your desk drawer and put it away. Then, opening another drawer, you pull out your briefcase.

A sly smile blossomed on Beth Anne's face as she sat up and buttoned the top 3 buttons on her shirt. Taking out a Viagra, you pop it into your mouth.

"She's in on whatever Jennifer's up to," you think to yourself.

Beep, Beep, Beep

The bell starting second period had just rung when three of your new students arrived. They were all young men. Signing them in all you cared about was that they weren't fucking football players or wrestlers.

You were opening up your book for roll when your fourth new student and second surprise of the day arrived. You instantly recognized her, and your mind dredged up the last time you'd seen her. Perched on one of Jennifer's chairs, eyes glued to your exposed dick. While pretending she didn't want to feel it or ride it.

Jaina Proudmoore Blazzard

Her white top and sailor-style handkerchief weren't what grabbed your attention. It was the skirt that fell to mid-thigh and was within dress code. She even had knee socks. You stiffen as your cock throbs in your pants.

She was dressed like Kagome, a character from the anime Inuyasha. You used to watch it on Adult Swim back in the day.

Did that mean...

"Yes, I think it does," purred the beast.

Your cock started to thicken as you remembered more than a few clips you'd watched on PornTube and the like involving Japanese schoolgirls and classrooms.

You finish signing her in, and she sits down next to Beth Anne. Who leaned over and whispered just loud enough for you and everyone else up front to hear.

"You got this girl."

You swallow a groan as blood floods into your groin, bringing you to full hardness. Opening your roll book, you call out in a stressed voice.

"Okay then, let's get this started..."

You make your way through roll call and close the book. Then, as you had in the first period, you get up to approach the blackboard. Instantly you hear gasps from several students and realize your mistake.

You stood up in front of a room full of hormonal teenagers with a painfully visible erection. Glancing around, you could definitely see they noticed. Beth Anne was suggestively chewing on her thumb. Phoebes' mouth hung open even as she blushed. She then mouthed something that you swear was, "Fuck, he's big."

You saw similar considering looks from the other girls, and abruptly spun around.

"Okay, let's talk about the Treaty of Paris," you call out as you grab your eraser. As you begin erasing your earlier scribbles. Something wells up from within you, and you find yourself doing something veteran teachers had counciled you to never do.

When you erase a chalkboard. Always do it top to bottom, never side to side. At the time you'd been puzzled about the way. But they explained that by vigorously erasing side-to-side momentum, you will start to wiggle your ass in front of a roomful of potentially horny and impressionable teens.

So that what you exactly did.

Smiling to yourself, you think you hear a couple tiny moans. Silently exulting, you make your way through your lecture. As the end of class got closer and closer, anticipation welled up within you.

Was Jaina going to do something?

"If you want more than pictures on paper, go by his classroom during third period; he'll be alone." Jennifer had called after the fleeing teen.

Now, she was in your second-period class. It would be oh soo easy for her to stay behind for your administrative period. And who knows what might happen?

Sure... a part of you was horrified by the possibility of Jaina sticking around. You could be caught. But that part was getting smaller and smaller.

Smiling, the thought of taking a virgin in your classroom...

Should it be on your desk, orrrr, maybe the floor. Should she be pinned under you or on her knees like a bitch in heat? Then again maybe you could have her ride you. Ummmm, having her give something sooo important.

These thoughts were now running almost totally unencumbered through your now thoroughly corrupted mind.

You'd spaced out as the period came to a close.

Beep, beep, beep.

Your students started gathering their things. Some were heading to lunch, and the rest to fourth period. Not able to help yourself, you found yourself studying the girls in your class.

How will they react?

Phoebe blushed as she hastily gathered her purse and books. Getting up, you see her eyes zoom in on your crotch area before fleeing, and what you would describe as a walk run.

Curious, maybe she is as pure as she acts. Shame you think to yourself. Blonde hair, blue eyes, and a pristine complexion. Tits that were somewhere in the C to D range. You wouldn't mind feeling them wrapped around your cock while she tit-fucked you, and of course, in the end. Giving her a belly full of baby batter. A girl that pious. Surely she's not on anything.

Beth Anne, well... she got up, licked her lips, and mouthed, "Love you, Daddy." And pranced her way out of class. Most of the rest of the girls ranged from disinterested to, now that you had a lot of experience to see it, slightly turned on.

Being hormonal and having a hard cock waved in your face was going to cause a physical reaction.

Biology—what a wonderful thing.

The class was two thirds empty when Jaina got up from her desk. She swayed as she got up as if her legs were less than stable.

"What an excellent sign," the beast growled as hunger rose up within you.