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The clicking of sharp, stiletto heels echoed through the cavernous halls of St. Aphrodisias Academy. Two eyes green enough to shame emeralds peered through the windowed doors of the prestigious school's classroom. The new semester was in full swing.

Joy smiled to herself, plump lips glistening ruby red in the light from the windows. So many lovely young minds for her to twist...so many girls to convert....so many boys with hot cum to milk. The stunning redhead mewled to herself, a hand already disappearing beneath her skirt to tease an eager pussy. She had been getting all worked up in anticipation.

All was in readiness for them. The headmistress of this illustrious institution was all too eager to concede to her wishes...properly influenced of course...Joy had no doubt that the handsome, middle-aged woman would enjoy her particular influence on the curriculum in little time. It was the most ambitious endeavor she was undertaking...the first true colonization effort. This went far beyond a couple of houses in a suburban cul-de-sac, and the eagerness showed.

Joy could barely contain herself...just the thought of the student body...the students' bodies...all around her made her cunt practically SING with delight. "Mmmmm...." With luck, all was in place. Her special study session would be assembled soon...young minds for her to begin to warp, young bodies to begin converting into beings to serve her pleasures and cause....she smiled all the wider, knowing the chaos her work would be sure to cause in the dorms before long

Joy walked off, her dangerous heels clicking insistently on the tiled floor. A new heat burned in her eyes, and woe be to anyone who stood in the way of her satisfaction. Her classroom lay at the other end of the hallway.
 
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Kai fidgeted slightly in his chair, it wasn't particularly comfortable, but he didn't really like class rooms like this. What was more, this was his first semester here. He'd been in public school all his life, but late last year, his parents had suddenly come in to a lot of money, and suddenly, shipping off Kai and not having around all the time seemed like a great idea. He'd get a better education too, be ready when it was time to go to college, that's what they told him anyway. The only difference he'd noticed was that things seemed stricter here, more proper. Maybe it was living in a dorm, he'd always been shy around girls, but he felt awkward even looking at them here. His eyes were glued to the clock, the teacher would be here soon, and class would begin.

He sat in the back, to the far right against a wall, no one had sat next to him yet, though he wasn't really paying attention to any other students in the room, eyes going from the ticking clock to the doorway, and occasionally down to his desk, moving between the three spots slowly, looking away from the door quickly whenever a female student entered. He was obviously not particularly thrilled to be here, eager for the teacher to get here, so class could begin. Than class could end, and he could get out of here. His new dorm didn't feel at all like home yet, but at least there was a sort of peace, a familiarity there, better than a room full of strangers. At the very least he could masterbate.

He blushed at that thought, looking down as though he'd said it out loud, before slowly looking back up to the clock, than over to the door. Any minute now.
 
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Delian Daxter anxiously tapped his fingers against the smooth wooden top of his desk. The immaculate red apple sitting at the edge shook with each tap, threatening to tip over and fall to the floor. But the violet-haired teen kept a watchful eye on the fruit, making sure nothing happened to tarnish its polished shine. After all, it was a gift to his new teacher, and he would just die if he were made to present it to her in less-than-perfect condition. Or, god forbid, be forced to face her empty handed.

Of course, this gesture was not made out of the pureness of Delian's heart. Oh no, as the boy had something of a wicked reputation, at least amongst the girl's of the school. The apple was simply a product of the murmurings he had heard in the hallways of a new addition to the faculty. A Miss Jay or Joe or something or other. Whatever he name, the common opinion of any student, male or female, to have caught a glimpse of the mysterious new teacher was that she was the embodiment of every sexual fantasy figure that had occupied every wet dream or lonely night in the dorm. Delian was salivating at the mere thought that he'd be lucky enough to be placed in her class. It was obviously a sign from the gods, a twist of fate that he be presented with this glorious, fleshy mountain to climb.

Thus, the boy with the cherubic features and coy smile had positioned himself in the front row, dead center, with an apple to give his new teacher that was so shiny it was practically white when held up to the light. Delian smoothed out his uniform trousers and licked his lips, eyes fervently darting from the blackboard to the clock hanging over the doorway. He was ready for a new semester of being the teacher's pet.
 
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Millis sat quietly in his own seat at the very front row of the class. His eyes were peering down deep into a small journal he kept. Inside, were his most precious and secretive thoughts which he dared not share with anyone. The boy was so small compared to some of the other males in his class. He stood only 5’4” and his slender body practically screamed to others his feminine nature. Although having a long ponytail of dyed pink hair probably wasn’t helping him either.

His red eyes wandered up to look around at his classroom. He didn’t know any of these faces. It was a rather quick sweep of the room, but he remembered the faces well. That girl behind him with the glasses was really cute… Sure he thought that but he would never get past that step in the process. Instead he would just sit there in his seat, writing in his diary about how smooth and creamy her complexion was, and how beautiful she was in his own adolescent eyes.

Even though he was now in high school, Millis still found himself too shy to talk with girls. That step of puberty still wasn’t here. The attraction was, that wasn’t a concern, but actually building up the courage to talk with them was something he needed much practice in. He had heard that the teacher of this class was also very attractive. This also worried him, and he hoped indeed that he would be able to at least speak and attend class regularly without any trouble.
 
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A ravenette at one of the desks, couldn't care less who her teacher was, as long as she didn't bother the hell out of her. Her head on the table, music blaring in her ears, a few notes of 'Perfect Enemy', pouring out over her earphones, her hair falling over her eyes. Or eye, would be more correct; she had an eye patch over her left eye, the other one, though free from the black cloth was shut. New semester, new year, big difference, just another time to sit in her seat and listen to someone go on and on. Though her clothing might suggested otherwise, she was an average student, Katina Rider was not a slacker. She just had her...moments, where she would pay attention (which was often) and the other times... The girl could hardly care if the area just blew up, preferably her not along with it.

After class, maybe she would curl up in her dorm, practice a bit of soccer in her room? If she didn't break anything with another wild kick again, that might work. Her lone gold eye opened, as it blinked lazily, the girls straightening up, running her fingers through her hair with a half-hearted gesture, the longest of the inky black locks reached her neck, and those were far and few in between. She had heard the teacher was stunningly pretty, though it was more from besotted boys, though a few girls claimed that as well. Hmn. What was her name again...Miss...J...J-something. It was one syllable, that she remembered. She stretched, a soft yawn from her mouth. Jay? Joe...? Nah, that was a guy's first name...

A glance at the clock, before toying with her loose white tie, Kat's position in the class was in the relative back, a little to the right, from the point of view from the teacher's desk. The girl didn't need a front row seat to see the board or the teacher, and she liked her privacy just fine. Oh well, it would be soon when she knew who the new teacher was.
 
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The loud clicking of her heels announced her coming to the small group of students.

"Good morning, class..." came the sultry purr from a pair of deliciously glossy ruby red lips. Greener-than-green eyes swept over the gathered students from beneath a wavy mane of fantastically red hair. The lovely teacher walked easily, her luscious body in such skimpy clothes that definitely could not have been approved of by the administration. Her endlessly long legs were wrapped in sexy silken hose, leading up to a deliciously short skirt, her crimson blouse putting a lot of deep, tanned cleavage on display.

"So nice to see your smiling faces, today..." She grinned happily, her smile so bright and warm it made the room seem twelve degrees too hot all of a sudden. Teasingly, she hopped up onto her desk, crossing one silken leg over the other.

She perched on her desk, a force-ten sexual hurricane in heels, looking out over her gathered students.

"I'd like to welcome you to our first special little study session."
 
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Kai had never understood the teacher fetish. Cheerleaders bounced up and down, nurses were motherly and care taking, police woman had easy access to handcuffs. All these common fetishes Kai understood, but not until he saw her walking through the door like she was entering a night club rather than a class room had he understood how sexy a teacher could be. He watched her legs, long and flawless, as they slowly moved back and forth from the door to her desk, lost for a moment in his own fantasies, for a moment they were the only two in the room... no one would see the bulge in his pants, not with the desk where it was, but it was large. Her voice washed over him, he didn't know what she'd said, just that she'd spoke, and his eyes went up to stare into hers, impossibly green, he stared into them unblinking. Never had he seen eyes so... intense. For a moment, he forgot where he was, what class this was supposed to be, that he was in a new school at all. Never had any teacher captured his attention like this, and he realized he was staring, a slight blush coming to his face. His instincts told him to look down at his desk, he was in the back, he didn't want to draw any attention to himself, surely any moment now someone would say something to her... ask her a question. But in the mean time, he couldn't look away from those eyes, staring at the angel who had entered under the guise of teaching.... something.
 
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Sitting in the center of the classroom was a young man of about 15 years. His legs had been propped up on the desk waiting for the teacher to arrive and by the time she walked in, he quickly set them down again. He wanted to look proper after all, even if this was a 'special course' or whatever that meant. He didn't know. And based on how hot the teacher looked, he didn't seem to care. Things were going to be pretty interesting for Soma as he gazed upon the buxom beauty. He wondered just what dream she might have come out of. Her breasts were huge, her thighs were full and the leggings she wore looked more like a second skin rather than a garment. And her red hair and lips looked like they could seduce just about anyone. Scince it appeared that no one else was going to greet the teacher, Soma decided to do it himself.

"I must say, it's a pleasure to meet you ma'am. Whatever you got to teach us here should be more fun with you around."
 
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When was the teacher going to arrive? Kat repositioned her body, crossing her legs, and stretching, propping her elbow on the table. Tick, tock, tick, tock. Yawning, the one-eyed female ran her fingers through her hair, wondering if there was anything better than just sitting and waiting. Sure, she could talk to the other students in the class, but they all seemed...preoccupied with their own thoughts, as the music blared tunes and music into her ears.

Which somehow managed to catch sounds of clinking heals still, or perhaps it was the fact that she had noticed that everyone more or less had their attentions diverted. Pulling the earplugs out of her ears, she let them fall around her neck, pulling out the music player and shutting it off. The lone gold eye looked up, and widened.

That couldn't be their teacher.

Maybe the lady got lost or something, and had wandered into school? No way...But, that outfit seriously wasn't made for school...Or was it even made for her? She couldn't help but stare, the clothing that clung to her body, emphasizing every curve. ....This was new. And she meant it. Putting her head in her hands, she couldn't help but blush, hiding her face behind her hands. She could feel the tension in the room, coming from the guys. Ugh... Great.

Kat heard one of her fellow students, male from the voice, speak up, greeting their teacher, as she unfolded her arms, body still slouched against the table, one gold eye watching the teacher from the near back, from a curtain of her hair. Well, greeting was done, nothing really much to say or do after that...
 
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As a new voice entered the room, Millis’ red eyes peered up and gazed to see that in front of the room was now a very pretty woman. Her emerald eyes pierced through his own and seemed to almost see past his skull. He didn’t know how to properly react, so his eyes simply gazed upon the fully-developed woman eagerly.

This would be another case of Millis’ puberty acting up. His body was practically screaming at him to get closer to his teacher, and it was even more evident in his pants. Just looking upon her body had brought him to full arousal. It took him a moment to notice but when he did, his face was flushed a rosy red. Silently, he fidgeted in his seat, his hands pressed down onto his pants to try and hide the growing erection.

Desperately the boy tried to calm down, but to no avail. Perhaps not staring at his new teacher would have helped, but he didn’t get a chance to do so really, since his eyes were completely fixated upon her.
 
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Delian's eyes had been focused on the second hand as it all-too-slowly ticked away when he heard the hard tap of stiletto heels. His ears perked at the sound and he shifted his gaze toward the door just in time to watch her come in. Just in time to behold her glory. Just in time to take in every one of her jaw dropping features. Just in time to practically drool and pant and throw himself at the woman's feet as she strode on in.

The boy had never seen anything like her. Sure, he'd spent countless hours admiring the infinite number of nude women the internet had to offer. He'd spent ever more time charming the skirts off of some of the academy's hottest girls. But this... oh, hell. He suddenly felt sickeningly guilty for not knowing her name. But could someone even label her? Whatever she was called, she was something entirely new and entirely out of his league.

His cool, collected self was immediately reduced to shambles as she positioned herself upon her desk. He began to sweat as he joined Millis in popping a full-on boner at the mere sight of their new teacher. His sudden lapse in attention caused him to forget about the little gift he had brought her. The apple was only brought back to his attention as it teetered over the edge of his desk and fell to the floor with a dull thud. Delian opened his mouth to cry out in surprise at the sound, but the only thing he could manage was a stifled moan. He quickly shut his trap and blushed brightly, shrinking back against his seat.

Needless to say, his first impression was not going as planned.
 
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Elena woke up, she had spent the entire night reading a book and today it was time to go back to the school. Moving to the city after a few bad expiriences she hoped to make a clean start on this new city and new school. Looking at the ceiling she knew this day would be different from the others, the fact that she was going to a new school was a lot already. Her clear blue eyes scanned the room and she stretched,”today is going to be a interesting day”she said to herself as she sat on her bed. After getting ready she grabbed her books and started to walk toward the school.

After reaching school she walked around and only took a look from the boys to make fun of her and bother her. Looking down she ran down the hallway before anyone could touch her especially a boy. After a few minutes she was on the front of her dorm and she entered the dorm. After a few minutes she was inside and panting heavily because of how much she run, she could already tell this year could be hell on earth.
 
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Joy looked at that young man, arching a slim eyebrow as he professed his eagerness to be in her class. Her return smile lit up the room even more, making the space seem ten degrees too warm all of a sudden. "Why thank you, dear...I like to have fun in my classes, after all....I'm happy you're so eager to begin."

She turned that smile on the rest of the class, her face slipping into a little bit of a pout. "Oh, now, there's no need to be shy, everyone..." she said, taking in the students that had sat in the back or in the middle. "There's so few of us in this session, I think we can stand to be a little more....intimate with each other.." She smiled, beckoning everyone closer with a curl of her slender fingers. Those digits were tipped with long, polished fingernails, matching her lips with a deep, glossy red color.

She waited until everyone had moved, before smoothing over that nonexistent skirt with her fingers, giving everyone a grin. "Now then...why don't we all introduce ourselves, hmm?" Her hand lifted to rest on the shelf of her impressive bust. "You may call me Miss Joy," smiling, she pointed at Soma. "And what's your name, Mister Eager?"
 
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A few moments after the lecture started, the doors in the back would open again to admit someone that'd been late. "Man I can't believe my alarm didn't go off." Talon said as he walked into the classroom, brushing a hand through his short black hair and looked around. He was thinking it was too quiet in here before he saw why, another new teacher. Yeah just great. "Yo, sorry I"m late." He said to Miss Joy, waving dismissively and took a seat off to the back corner near a window and leaned back clasping his hands behind his head. The motion making his muscled arms flex as he leaned back and put booted feet up on the desk in front ofhim.
 
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Miss Joy… it was a rather sweet name, and Millis certainly did find himself echoing her name repeatedly in his mind. For only as split moment as her piercing greens eyes swept the room, his red eyes made contact with her, and as his body finally began to calm down it immediately rose up in attention.

The boy’s eyes wandered down to his pants and he found himself aroused again. He shifted in his seat again, and pressed his hands tightly against his inner thigh. Oh… please go down! Not right now! He was very lucky that she was addressing the students in the back and not at the very front. Perhaps he would luckily be one the last people called on, so he’d be able to calm down by then. Why did he choose today of all days to wear such tight pants?
 
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To Miss Joy's question, Soma immedietley stood up at attention. What a great privelage it was for him to be asked to introduce himself first. He felt as if he were favored by her above all the other students. Sure, they probably wouldn't be happy about it, but he didn't seem to care. With a great smile, the young man introduced himself to Miss Joy and to the rest of the class. "My name is Soma ma'am," he stated with a polite bow before calmly sitting back in his seat. He didn't like to be too flashy with his introductions. He would keep them simple and straightforward. This way, he could analyze how the other students would react and see if they would try anything more flashy to make themselves more appealing to Miss Joy. It would be an amusing thing to see.
 
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  • A thunk of something made Kat scan the room in front of her, noticing with a slight humor that an apple that one of the classmates had brought had fallen to the floor, without any indication that he was going to pick it up. Though, she couldn't help by sympathize, he was surely captured by the teacher's...Ah...beauty. Let's just leave it at that. Slightly bitter thoughts sprung up; Kat would never be able to turn a male's head that way, capture his attention and keep it as long as she wished. That was impossible for the punk-tomboy girl named Katina Rider. Pushing back on her desk with the heel of her foot, she leaned back on her chair and stretched, lone eye on the teacher.

    Her smile made Kat shiver slightly, the ravenette feeling the air temperature rise quite a lot at that smile. Toying with her tie, she was silent, golden optic brooding slightly. Silence was from her, and it seemed like the rest of the class as well, as their teacher addressed the students that were closer towards the back to move up front. Her fingers tapping loudly on the desk for half a minute, before the girl got up, chair scraping against the floor, before relocating to a table closer to the front...By not much though.

    Miss Joy... What an interesting name.

    Kat's head turned slightly towards the door, as it swung open to revel a late student. Hmnnn. He could at least make a quieter entrance, but still, what was his style; was his style. Sighing, she ran her fingers through her cropped locks, before her head turned a fraction towards the speaker, the one who had greeted the teacher. He seemed like Mr. Eager-McBeaver, shooting up like he had been electrocuted to give his introduction. Soma, huh?

    A heavy sigh escaped her mouth, as she pushed back the chair, standing up, glancing at the teacher and class with a disinterested golden eye. "Name's Kat." Katina Rider to be exact, but no one needed to know that, as she sat back on her seat, leg swung over her other one perpendicularly, in an 'unlady-like' pose, as her mother would call it. Propping her head on her hand and her elbow on the desk, her introduction was up and done with. She wished she had her black hat, block out the lights and maybe get some shut-eye.[/list:u]
 
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Kai continued to stare at his new teacher, feeling very warm all of a sudden, but he figured it was directly related to how stiff his cock was from looking at her. At least he'd managed to focus on her eyes for the most part, an unnatural green... only occasionaly did his own eyes glance down to look at the generous amount of cleavage she was showing off, especially for a teacher. He frowned when she said she wanted all the students to move in closer, he hated when teachers said stuff like that... but the word she'd used... intimate sent a shiver through him, even though he knew she didn't mean it that way. Still, even as he watched the other students get up and move around, he stayed in the back, both a bit emberessed by the teacher, and still rather shy around all the other people he didn't know. He was new after all. He watched as the other students introduced themselves, drawing his attention away from Miss Joy for a few moments at a time, but his eyes always soon met with hers again. At least by Soma's sudden, unplanned reaction, he was sure he wasn't the only one that felt that way about the teacher. Still... his mind began to wonder, as he imagined just what might happen in a "private" session with Miss Joy here....
 
Vide groaned, she hated the position she was in. People obviously didn't notice her sitting in the back of the room, nose plucked in a book, and laying scathingly on her bulging backpack. This was very unlike her usual state. Normally, Vide would be conversing with everyone, showing her annoyingly sarcastic and funny sides, hinting her kindness along the way.
But these people were too busy glaring at the clock, while another was listening to music, so loud she could hear it from her side of the room. Hmm, if this girl wasn't ignoring her, maybe Vide would learn to like her. She was the only other girl in this tiny class. The backdoors opened, and a women popped in, being as flirty as a porn star can be, a few people introduced themselves. Vide didn't really catch anything, just names...Soma and Kat, were they?
Whatever. Vide decided this to be her chance to say something, even though the book of hers was starting to get good, none of the people introducing themselves seemed to care, while the others who haven't seemed to care a bit too much. Vide hopped up, placing her book face down.
"The name's Vide, Vide Yetreprook. Nice to meet you...all of you." She raised an eyebrow in their directions, and sat down, leg hitched over the other, back to reading.
 
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