You take control of the class for her...

You glance over your shoulder and out the small dusty window of the office and notice the students starting to congregate again now dressed in their sports uniforms. You can’t see clearly through the smudged pane of glass but you can tell the girls are in tight gymnastics leotards. Turning back to Ms Hope you gently pull her hands off of you and your dick and take a step back.

“You’re right, maybe you should teach the class after all.” You say with a wicked thought forming “Let’s get you out there.”

She looks both disappointed and a little relieved at your sudden change of attitude. She starts making a light hearted comment then shrieks in alarm as you reach for the door handle as naked as the day you were born.

“What are you doing?!” She hisses desperately at you “Get dressed!”

“I’ve got to be honest with you Ms Hope” You tell her with a voice full of false sincerity “I forgot my sports uniform, so this is the best I can do.”

With that you throw the door open, step out into the gym again and walk confidently towards the group of students waiting for Ms Hope. The first girl to spot you cries out in surprise and in less then a second you have the attention of the entire class. They watch you in dumbfounded silence as you stop a few feet in front of them and take in the site of young developed girls in skin fitting leotards and the furious envy in the boy’s eyes at the sight of your heavy dick hanging like a pendulum between your legs. Stacey’s friends Candy, Bella and Katrina stand at the front of the class and Bella starts to speak with as much dignity as she can muster, but you silence her with a firm hand gesture.

“Class, Ms Hope has asked me to inform you that I will be teaching today and she expects you to give me the same respect as you would her.” You tell them.

You glance over your shoulder and spot Ms Hope standing in the doorway of the office watching shocked and helpless as you prepare to instruct the class.

"Fuck this!" you hear a voice cry and a male student breaks off from the group and heads for the gymnasium exit. A few other male students murmur in agreement and break away too.

"Stop right there!" You command them with the full brunt of your **** behind your words. The departing students freeze in mid-step with grunts and cries of surprise. Smiling wickedly, you turn back to the rest of the class and begin giving instructions for the lesson...