None yet but it's coming.

Upon entering the teachers' lounge, you saw Ted Padlowski was throwing away the remains of his and his wife's lunch.

When he sees you, he freezes in place, as this was the first time you've crossed paths since he confessed about what he did with Dallas.

You could feel the beast rumble with anger. Its need for vengeance bubbling just under the surface.

"Calm yourself," you tell it. "We will get our vengeance in time."

The beast snarled, wanting to strike, but your will was stronger. As it curled up to rest, it growled, "He took our female; we must take his."

You nod at Ted as you pass by him heading for the vending machines. You hear the door open and close and assume that Ted had left. Pulling out some cash, you end up getting a Diet Coke and five bucks of junk food.

"Forgot your lunch today?" Gabe Harper one of your colleagues asked as he opened the fridge.

"Something like that," you reply as you walk over to an empty table.

"Something like that..." you think to yourself. More like Sunyi not making it because she was too busy letting your cum soak into her uterus.

You quickly plow through the chips and cookies, knowing you'd be hungry again in a couple hours. After finishing your soda, you crush the can and throw away your wrappers.

You see you had another 20 minutes, but hanging around the lounge wasn't appealing to you. So you got up and headed to the door.

Strolling back to your classroom, the hallways were now awash with students hanging out till the bell rings for 5th period.

Arriving back at your classroom, you head inside and sit down to wait. Because you didn't recharge your phone last night, it was running low on power. So you found yourself staring at the clock.

Watching the second hand move around the clock's face, you find yourself thinking about the beast's demand.

"He took your female; you should take his."

The demand was anything but simple. Sure, you could set things up for her to learn that while dating her, he was fucking students behind her back. That would only destroy their marriage, and you wanted her climbing into your bed.

To do that... you'd first need to befriend her. It was possible, but doing so under Ted's nose would not be easy. Then how to stoke her interest in you. Also, no mean feat; she's still in the honeymoon period of her marriage. She's probably faithful then...

Of course there, the mountain of doing all that while convincing her that the other girls in your bed, most of them students, were in fact a good thing.

"You bastard," your conscience snarled. "Are you honestly plotting to trick a married woman into your bed solely to get back at her husband?"

You look at your conscience for a minute before saying, "And knock her up because I think she'd look cute with a baby belly."

Your conscience throws up its hands in surrender, snarling, "RAT BASTARD!"

Your conscience was right, but as you learned more about yourself. You found being a rat bastard was kind of irrelevant. In fact, it reminds you of the saying power corrupts; an absolute power is kind of neat.

Not long after your classroom door opened, the first of your 5th-period students entered the classroom. About a third of your class were already in their seats when the bell ending lunch sounded.

As the rush started, you found yourself looking out for four students in particular. The first to arrive was Eowyn. Unlike your girls who had taken to wearing skirts, she was wearing jeans and a t-shirt. Not exactly sexy. But her shirt caught your attention. It wasn't overly tight, but after she sat down, she dramaticly thrust out her chest.

When a girl does that, you'd have to be dead or gay not to pay attention. Her shirt was flat black and scrawled was a simple declaration.

Blondes do it better.

Her eyes twinkled as your eyes traced the words. Then apparently happy with herself, she pulled out a notebook and started doodling while the classroom filled.

How odd you think to yourself.

Gabby and Dallas were the next to arrive, sitting down next to each other. Dallas was wearing a skirt and a halter top that left her arms bare. Gabby, though, was dressed much more conservatively, almost overdressed for the heat and humidity of mid-September.

She had a guarded look that set your blood boiling. "What the fuck did Reese do to make such a beautiful girl obscure her body?" Hopefully you'll eventually get her to tell you.

Clara rolled into class right before the bell in a fetching yellow sundress. Looking closer, you see her hair is damp. She was fresh... fresh from the shower.

She sat down at her desk, and you found yourself having to fight from stripping her in your mind. After seeing her in the nude, it was a more difficult task than normal. Fuck, you hoped she showed tonight.

Ding, Ding, Ding...

"Okay, class, settle down; we have a lot to get through," you call out as you open your role book.

Quickly finishing that chore, you close the book and round your desk to have the same conversation you'd had four other times.

Of course the answers were mostly the same. We'd just learned about Arnold and Colonel Andre. Eowyn, though, had an off-color comment that convinced you the girl was out to jerk your chain.

After calling upon her, she said. "You know what intrigued me the most was Arnold's wife, Peggy Shippen."

Not seeing the trap, you nodded, asking. "How so?"

"Oh fuck," you silently groaned at the naughty twinkle in her eye.

"Well, her rizz must have been top-notch to get her husband to betray his country. And flashing Washington with her boobas was totally well played."

Your mind was still trying to analyze what the hell 'rizz' was. When the whole class burst out into laughter. You let them laugh for a minute before busting in. "Yes, Miss Murphy, Peggy Shippen did let her décolletage gape open to discombobulate a very prim and proper Washington. In fact, her histrionics convinced him she wasn't involved in Arnold's treason when she was a key player."

"Yup, she's got rizz," replied one of your students.

The rest of the class passed more quickly than expected and were genuinely surprised when the bell rang. Before the sound of the bell had faded. Students were already getting up to book it to 6th period.

As they started filing out, you saw a folded piece of white paper slip out of her notebook and fall to the floor. Your inclination was to call out and inform her of it. But for some reason you held your tongue. After she'd left the room, you got up and walked over, bending down to pick up the paper.

"Probably homework," you think to yourself as you unfold it. And almost swallow your tounge. You stared dumfoundly at the picture. Those weren't stick figures, and if Eowyn drew this, she has real talent.

Staring up at you was well. You. As the devil? You were naked with horns and goat legs sporting a three-foot cock. Kneeling in front of you was Jaina, wearing a nun's habit that had been torn down the front, exposing a pair of ludicrously large breasts. The picture had you lining up to mount her from behind while in a speech bubble Jaina was screaming. "Breed your whore, master."

You quickly refold the paper as your 6th-period students come into the classroom. You then walk around your desk and put it in your top drawer.

Sitting down at your desk, your mind starts going over things, trying to figure out how she knew about you and Jaina. At the same time you felt admiration. Because, whatever else that picture was, Eowyn had real artistic talent.

Today Bailey is the first of your first students in the door. As hard as she was breathing, it looked like she'd sprinted to class.

She flashed you a wicked smile as she walked up to the front row and sat down. Then she sat her books down on the desk beside her. And proceeded to warn off everyone who tried to take the desk.

You knew there was a method to her madness and just waited. Sure enough, when Heather walked into class with seconds before the bell, there was only one open desk. The look of consternation on her face was priceless. You covered your mouth to hide your smile and pretended to cough.

Her expression as she sat down. Well, you'd think she was on her way to be executed. You'd never admit it, but watching someone other than you get bent over a barrel for once. Well, it was a hoot to watch.

"Quiet down, everyone. You know how this goes. I call your name. You say present."

You plow through role call and you launch into your classroom discussion. During the discussion you had a front-row seat as Bailey went to work. She kept her voice low, and you only heard bits and pieces. Bailey was ruthlessly needling the girl, and you could see the frustration building in her. More than once you could see her silently begging for you to do something.

Instead, you blithely ignored it. Which, as class went on, was noticed by your students. Teens could be self-absorbed, but they weren't stupid. You saw more than a few puzzled looks when you didn't come down on Bailey.

Finally it all came to a head 40 minutes into class after you told Xavier Garcia he could go to the bathroom. He'd just gotten up when a red-faced Heather got up and screamed.

She then turned to Bailey and yelled. "FINE, I ADMIT IT. I'M A SLUT. I GOT OFF ON WHAT WE DID AND CAN'T WAIT TO DO IT AGAIN. IS THAT WHAT YOU WANTED TO HEAR, BITCH!"

Bailey looked like the cat who'd eaten the canary when she purred. "Mmmmnnnnnn, that's more than enough."

Heather visibly wilted as she remembered where she was. She looked around at the plethora of shocked, amused, and, in the case of Robyn Oldes, like, she was considering asking to join in, collective faces.

She then sat down and put her head on the desk, whimpering. "Shoot me, shoot me now."

Of course the whispered comments didn't help her embarrassment. "Baileys a fast worker" and "I didn't know she was bi" were just a sample of the comments.

You steered the classroom discussion back to history. But Heather kept her head in her folded arms. When the bell did ring. Bailey flashed you a look that said. "I'll leave this to you."

Sitting on your desk, you watched as the classroom emptied until it was just you and Heather. Once alone, you hear her tiny voice. "It's going to be all over school, isn't it?"

You think for a second before you nod, saying. "Yup."

"Oh god," she whimpered before sitting. Her face was red, but not from tears. "Why didn't you..." she blurted out, only for you to cut her off.

"Was anything you said not true?"

Heather froze, and her eyes got distant. Time seemed to still for an agonizing amount of time before she finally blinked, whispering. "No, I meant it all."

You smile, saying. "See how easy that was."

Heather tilted her head back to look at the ceiling. After a moment she lets out a sigh, saying. "I never expected to see you again."

You chuckle, saying. "And yet you ended up in my classroom... the universe is not without a sense of humor."

Her gaze shifts back to you, and you could see the redness fading from her cheeks. You calmly waited for her to gather her thoughts.

Finally she looked away and expressed her thought. "It was only supposed to be a one-time thing. A thrill that..."

"A thrill you indulged in and did something for you that boyfriend you left couldn't. "You opinioned.

Heather nodded, adding. "I-I got off the night after I got home, after my brother and sisters went to bed."

"Not surprised. "You rumble. "I remember the fire in your eyes when you ordered me to knock Bailey up."

Heather's eyes drifted shut as one side of her mouth quivered as if she were fighting from grinning.

Tilting your head, you decided to try your luck fishing. "How many times did you get off to the memory?"

Heather shrugged, admitting. "At least a dozen times."

You nod and make another cast. "When did you start wishing it was your baby chamber getting blasted with jizz?"

"The third..." she mumbles before her breath catches as she realizes what she'd just admitted.

"And there it is," you think to yourself before guessing. "And I bet you came so hard that afterwards you always fantasized it was you getting held down. That it was you getting a belly full of seed. That it was you flipping the coin: heads, you cum really hard; tails, your belly swells."

Heather shook her head like you would with an old-fashioned Etch A Sketch when you were erasing a drawing.

"That's totally insane," she abruptly exclaimed.

Throwing back your head, you let out a belt of laughter before agreeing. "Yes, it's quite insane."

"But, but they could get pregnant. Wh-Why take the risk?" She wondered out loud.

You flash her a knowing smile. With every sentence Heather was a step closer to throwing caution to the wind. Just a little bit more and this fish will be in the boat eager for mounting.

"The risk is the point, Heather. Think back to when you were imagining that it was you impaled on my dick in that theater. Do you think you'd cum just as hard if there wasn't a possibility of your belly swelling?"

Heather's eyes drifted as her arms reflexively wrapped around her waist. Patiently, you sat there as her breathing changed, and redness began seeping back into her cheeks. You were intensely studying her face when she suddenly gave a tiny shake of her head.

Her eyes then opened and she breathlessly asked. "Sh-she wasn't lying when she said she wasn't on birth control or anything, was she?"

"No, she's not on birth control," you confirm as you hop off your desk. "None of my girls are on birth control or taking a preventive like Plan B."

"How ma-many girls are you w-with?' she haltingly asked.

While rounding your desk, you tell her. "I could tell you, but if you join in. I'd much rather show you."

Opening the drawers, you retrieve your briefcase and Eowyn artwork. "I suppose you're wondering why?" You ask preemptively.

Opening the case, you add Eowyn's artwork to the bra and sailor's scarf, followed by your work laptop. After closing your briefcase, Heather still hadn't said anything.

Standing up, you look at the teen and ask. "At the theater. You said you'd been with your boyfriend once, and he didn't even manage to get you off."

At Heather's nod, you continued. "All... most of my girls have had the same issues. Boyfriends who only cared about their needs. Some were lying assholes who were fucking behind their backs when they were unsure."

"And the ones who hadn't had those issues?" She queried.

"I'm the first person they've been with," you reply with a shrug.

Heather slowly shook her head as she tried to wrap her mind around what you were saying.

"They all share you..." she murmured incomprehensibly.

You shrug, a sheepish smile taking over your face. "I don't understand it, and before, if you asked me, I'd have said it wasn't possible."

Heather stared at you as if you'd grown a second head before sputtering. "But what about college... if, if they get pregnant?"

Cocking your head, you say. "They don't care."

Whatever, she was expecting you to say it wasn't that. "What do you mean they don't care?" she sputtered.

You watched Heather shiver as your low laughter danced along her nerves.

"Heather, it's not like they're trying to get pregnant." You pause, then qualify. "Okay, two are trying to get pregnant, but the rest are just... not actively trying to stop it."

Heather froze as she assimilated the new information. Finally she asked, "Is Bailey one of the girls trying to get pregnant?"

You could see her confusion when you shake your head. You'd thought about it before, so you relate to what you'd decided. "Bailey... Bailey revels in the pleasure I give her."

You see, Heather was still confused, so you continue. "Our first night I had her dress up like a hooker and took her to a sleazy waterfront hotel. " Heather shivered, and you knew you had her even if she didn't know it yet. "After giving her fertility drugs and fucking her three times. The next day she spread her legs and came when I had her pussy tattooed."

"And she's not trying to get pregnant?" Heather mumbled in disbelief.

"If risking a baby makes you cum hard. Risking three or more is like an atomic bomb in your brain."

Then to make sure there wasn't any misconception, you say. "And for the record I'm not shooting blanks."

Heather's eyes found yours, as she whispered. "You knocked up a girl."

You nod, adding. "When I took her virginity."

Heather trembled as you watched the gears move in her head. You let her go for several minutes before saying. "What are you thinking?"

Heather flinched and let out a loud huff before saying. "What I'm thinking is pure fucking insanity."

Privately you chuckled; not too terribly long ago you were the same thing. Now that you were thinking about it, maybe Eowyn's picture wasn't that far off. You needed to get moving to practice soon, so you decided to give her one last to think about.

"Many would—call it insanity. Two of my girls, Bailey is one of them. If I told them to drop out tomorrow and live naked in my house 24/7 on a jizz-only diet. Would do it in a heartbeat," you shrug, adding. "The rest are surrounded and supported by girls just like them."

Heather laughs, saying. "You make yourself sound like a drug or a cult."

"You're a cult of cock," the breast growls in your mind.

You shake your head, saying. "I'm neither, Heather. I'm simply a man who's found himself surrounded by a group of lovely young women. Who they've discovered can give them something that the boys who are their peers. Either don't know how or don't want to give them."

Taking a couple steps, you place one hand on Heather's shoulder. You cup her chin with the other. Using gentle pressure, you force her to look up at you.

"You have some thinking to do, young lady," you gently inform her.

"I do?" She murmurs as she lets out a shaky breath.

You nod, saying. "Yes, you do. You need to decide if you want what Bailey felt in that darkened theater. You need to figure out if you want to roll the dice."

You could see the desire simmering in the background. A tiny push and you're certain she would melt. But no, giving in this second might feel good. You wanted to savor this morsel for a long time to come.

Besides, Bailey will probably throw a fit if she can't get Heather back for the theater. Letting go of the teen you walk around your desk saying. "If you want what I can offer you, you only need to do two things."

Heather straightened, asking, "What's that?"

Grabbing your phone, you slide it into your pocket and pick up your briefcase. "First you come to class wearing a skirt and no panties."

Heather shivered and bit down on her lower lip. Then in a low tone asked. "And the second?"

You flash her a promise-filled smile. "After class when I lay you back on my desk, you'll take me raw with no protection."

With nothing else needing to be said. Heather got up, gathering her books and purse. As she walked out of the room, the beast growled in irritation. "Why did you let her leave? She was ripe and ready."

You smile and remember something Robert Duval said in an old movie called Colors.

"A young bull was standing next to an old bull on top of a hill. Beneath them was a herd of heifers. The young bull looked at his elder and said. "Let's run down there and fuck one." The old bull shook his head and told the young bull. "No, let's walk down and fuck them all."

Still irritated, the beast just growled and put down its head.