Hot teacher or cold shower?

The rest of the session progressed eerily close to how previous sessions of the course had played out. The simple, yet blatant difference however were the sexual undertones and almost sadistic enjoyment that had infected Johns teachers behaviour. Like a professional hitman going through a list of targets, Mrs. Pavlova "eliminated" one front row student after the other. None had to leave the course, but their fate wasn't much better than Georges. Phil at the other side of the room might or might not have even cum in his pants when Mrs. Pavlova talked down on him, something that earned him a look of pure disgust from the teacher that caused it and a look of compassion, from the boys in the back.

The one student that avoided torment and ridicule: John Doe

John had a **** of a different kind to endure, what was happening here?! The teacher he knew and the new student he didn't know both disappeared into thin air. Or into each other. And out came what now lectured a class full of impressionable youth. Instead of the conservative indian-american professional now stood a blonde, vaguely south-east-asian woman that sauntered and teased her way around the classroom. And instead of being an unassuming, mediocre student in her class, he was now getting preferential treatment and a smoldering look after the other.

Why? And more importantly: Why was no one batting an eye?! Everyone was acting like all was normal. No one noticed the change or at least no one reacted in any way. In the hope that his (new?) teacher had anything to say about the matter, John sat out the session and stayed behind as every other student left the room. With his books firmly held over his crotch, Phil had also waited for the majority of students to leave before rushing out himself.

Finally the two were alone. When other students were still in the room, Mrs. Pavlova had gone through documents on her table or pretended to do so. Now that there was no one else left, the two sat at their respective desks and looked at each other. One predatory, the other like prey.

"You've been silent today John", Mrs. Pavlova broke the settling silence, "I didn't do anything wrong, did I?"

Ooookay, that was casual. And not a word about coming to be after a poof and two other people disappearing.

"I know how much you love this blouse, yet you've looked at my face an awful lot today", her left hand played teasingly along the rims of her practically unbuttoned blouse.

Now, that's all the encouragement he needed. John got out of his chair and walked to his teachers desk, coming to a hold right next to it.

"I'm a bit next to myself today, Mrs. Pav-"

"Pleeeeease, John it's just the two of us. Priya is enough", she waited for his eyes to settle downward into her cleavage, "or Professor Mommy-Milker." In a rush, she put both one hand on each barely clothed boob and squeezed them to emphasize her point. While Johns jaw dropped open, his teacher drew out an exhibitionist moan. Unbeknownst to the flabbergasted boy, nothing turned this woman on more than enticing him. Putting herself on show for him was as much a service for herself than for him.

"Mommy-Milkers", John repeated.

"God, you still have that horny-student-act nailed to a T. I love it!", her spoken encouragement added in the mix broke the final damn and brought John to sport a solid boner in his pants. A boner that her eyes found immediately. "Is that for little old me? Hmmm, you know how to a woman feel flattered." Her hands started massaging her breasts. A look at her hand made clear that this new teacher was as married as the last one, evidence for that being her wedding ring. The little conscious thought John could spare at this moment picked up on that and actually felt a bit guilty.

"Priya, should we-"

"Yes! I thought you'd never ask!", the teacher leaned forward and with expert hands dealt with Johns zipper, undoing it in a heartbeat.

"That's not what I mea-" - "Of course! I should have freed the girls first, so that you have some eye candy while I prepare to play", Mrs. Pavlova talked over him and ripped open her blouse. Her excuse for an undergarment, a see-through half cup bra, followed suit after opening it in the front. She revealed her melons to him and any considerations of a bad conscience he might have had flew out of the window.

She doomed her students by letting them talk themselves into a bind and she doomed John by not letting him even finish a sentence. A good teacher always knows when to stay silent and when to take the reigns.

With the girls properly aired, Priya turned her attention back to John and in fluid motions pulled down first his pants and then his boxers, both down to his ankles.

"Well, well, well, at least someone brought anything of substance to todays lesson", she teasingly studied the cock at eyelevel. Her hands glided back up his legs, traveled through the insides of his thights and came to a stop cupping his balls.

"Now this is a fountain of truth I'd like to take a sip of", her tongue moved over her lips theatrically.

"That sounds pretty esoteric for a-", he found his balls gripped with an increasing tightness.

"Do you think now's the time for backtalk, young man?", the sternness he knew his former teacher for mixed in devilishly well with the sexual coersion that got thrown in the mix today. A match made in hell.

"Muah ♡", out of the blue she kissed the tip of his dick and smudged the line between hell and heaven. The warm breath she started breathing into his junk now felt like the warm embrace of the upper planes more than the stinging warmth her hands had brought his balls moments ago.

"That's more like it honey ♡", Priyas voice took on the playful drawl of a woman ten years her junior.

BZZZZ BZZZZ BZZZZ

None of the two even looked at the phone, the game they played at the moment didn't allow any interruptions.

BZZZZ BZZZZ BZZZZ

And yet someone was waving a red flag to have them pause the game.

Still a bit confused by the strange situation he found himself in today, John was the first to budge. He motioned for his teachers purse lying on her desk.

"Don't you want to get that?" - Or turn it off?, he added mentally.

She kept one hand, now comfortably lightly, around left testicle and began lightly stroking them. After opening her purse with the other hand, she withdrew her phone, sighted and said:

"Uuugh, don't mind that, it's just my -"