Chapter 27

Wood Green Secondary school was not your average British school. It had been highly Americanised. About a decade ago, you could have described it as very ‘middle of the road.’ Not the worst school in the country, but not the best either; just average. Then, at some point about fifteen years ago, wealthy people started to move into the area to escape the hustle and bustle of the city.

With this influx of wealthy residents, came a demand for the kinds of things rich folk enjoy having in their lives: country clubs, fine dining, boutique shoppes, and golf courses. Of course, with rich adults came their rich kids, kids who needed to attend school. While some wealthy opted to enroll their children in boarding schools, like Pip and Lacey, still others preferred to keep their kids at home and send them to local schools.

Unfortunately for the wealthy new residents, our town lacked a public school that met their high standards. Again, not that the schools were bad, just average. So, naturally, they did what wealthy people did: they threw their money at the problem until it fixed itself. They pushed for changes and made significant contributions to the local schools. The schools all got new equipment, our secondary school had a new building added, and the sports pitch re-turfed. New after-school programs were brought in, and just over five years ago, the entire school was renovated over the summer break.

The next changes they insisted upon concerned the school faculty. The school board agreed to use Wood Green Secondary School as a pilot project and basically started over from square one. They hired on a new headmaster all the way from the USA to realise their vision. The new headmaster jumped at the challenge and the chance to try something new. They hired almost exclusively young, recently graduated and qualified teachers, who were passionate about teaching and excited to apply what they had learned themselves.

They retained a number of older, more experienced teachers on staff to help mentor their younger colleagues and provide stability to the new school regime. One consistent thing between all the new and old hires, though, was a commitment to following through on the vision for the school. Anybody who wasn’t ‘with the program’ wasn’t kept around.

The second part of the plan was student engagement and school spirit. If the students enjoyed going to school, and felt invested in its success, they would perform better. He implemented an American football team and created a junior and senior cheer squad to go along with it. The games became massively popular for students, parents, and teachers, too. The staff also put in a requirement that, in order to participate in any extracurriculars, you had to maintain at least a C+ average.

Their plans worked, and before long, the students at Wood Green were engaged, enthusiastic, and performing better than ever before. There were a few speed-bumps along the way, and a few exceptions had to be made occasionally, but overall, the plan had been a phenomenal success.

Of course, almost none of this entered my thoughts as we walked into the building that morning. While I enjoyed going to school, mostly, today I was focused on the cute blonde next to me. It only took a few minutes, and a minor application of my power to get Lacey properly enrolled. We left the office a few minutes later, Lacey smiling after being set up with a timetable and school map. Being a year younger, I knew she wouldn’t share any classes with Amara and me, or the twins, but I was sure she would fit in well.

Rather than leave her to her own devices in a new and unfamiliar environment, I elected to show her to her form class, pointing out a few of the buildings as we went. Being back at school was actually quite overwhelming. Walking through the busy corridors with so many minds around me felt like everyone was talking to me at once. I had to focus on shutting out all the thoughts of those around me. It was at this point that I became aware of the overwhelming amount of sexual frustration that a large herd of teenagers could generate.

It wasn’t just the guys, but the girls too. Obviously, all the girls in my harem had higher than normal sex drives, but the majority of girls here were just as horny as the guys, they just hid it better. I had to shut out all the hormone-driven horniness before I started pitching a tent that I really did not need right now.

Before long, we arrived at Lacey’s classroom, where I wished her luck and gave her a quick kiss goodbye. A quick mental command to the teacher saw Lacey being seated next to and buddied up with Lindsey Grounds. An intelligent, funny, and beautiful half-Spanish girl, Lindsey was straightforward to get along with, and quite popular too.

But the main reason I chose her to pair Lacey with was that she was one of the few openly gay students in the school. I figured that after being shunned at her previous school, Lacey making friends with a popular girl, who was also openly gay, might help her become more outgoing.

I had a secondary motive as well. Lindsey had lost her mother to cancer 2 years ago. I thought that maybe she would be able to help Lacey come to terms with her own loss and provide emotional support from someone who could understand her better than anyone else. I wasn’t going to push them together, but hoped that after setting them up, they would ‘click’ with each other on their own.

The school had a buddy system in place, where they paired new students with existing ones to help them integrate, find their way around, answer questions, and basically just help them through their first few days. With Lindsey as her buddy, they would be spending plenty of time together, and hopefully grow into a healthy friendship.

As we made our way to our own class, I noticed that we seemed to attract a lot of attention. At first I figured it was because of Amara’s presence at school, but then I remembered that as far as everyone else knew, she had already been a student here for the past four months. Then I thought the extra attention might be because of my new appearance; I was half right.

While they did notice my significant growth spurt, everyone just seemed to accept that such a change was completely normal. Naturally, most of the guys were focused on Amara, ogling my girlfriend with looks ranging from appreciation to jealousy to outright desire. With her otherworldly beauty, it was to be expected. Something I wasn’t expecting, however, was the amount of attention all the girls were directing at me. I could sense their interest in me, and how my new appearance affected some of them.

“It’s the bonding process, master. As well as your improved physique, changes to your biology make’s your pheromones substantially more potent, making females more attracted to you on an almost primal level.” Amara whispered to me, accurately guessing the direction my thoughts had gone.

“Really?”

Amara nodded.

“Bonding with me changed you on a cellular level. The increased potency of your pheromones has a positive effect on attracting potential mates to you. That increased attraction makes finding sexual partners, and therefore sexual energy, easier.”

“So, Laura, Pip, Emily, and Lacey are only into me because of my pheromones?” I asked, not liking the idea that they only felt attraction because of my altered biology.

“No, at least, not entirely. While you may appear more attractive as a potential mate, it doesn’t create anything deeper than an initial physical attraction or a passing desire. The deeper connections that you have with all your women are genuine.”

Her assurances were a real relief to me. It might seem odd, considering how I could use my power to bend anyone’s mind to my will, but I couldn’t control my natural ‘scent’. Or maybe I could, and just didn’t know it? I had mastery of both the body and mind, and pheromones had to fall in that range somewhere.

With 5 minutes to go until the start bell would ring, Amara and I made our way to our classroom, so any experimentation would have to wait. The class sizes were all reasonably small, despite enrollment at the school being highly sought after by parents. It was another of the new headmaster’s ideas to improve our education.

Reduced class sizes meant the teacher could have more one-on-one instruction with all of their students. With the teachers more able to effectively interact with their classes, and meet the individual needs of all their students, classroom performance showed a significant improvement compared to years past.

My tutor period class comprised only eleven students. Well, it was a class of eleven before Amara, in her guise as an exchange student, made it a class of twelve. Seven girls, eight now with Amara, and five guys, including me. Most classes tended to be split more evenly between the sexes, but there wasn’t an even number of boys and girls at the school, so my class ended up with more girls than guys. Lucky me.

We were a few minutes early, so the class wasn’t quite full yet, and multiple conversations were going on. Most of my classmates were catching up with each other after the three-week Christmas break. The teacher was sitting on the edge of her desk, rather than in the chair. Her gently swinging feet dangled just a few inches off the ground as I looked at her information bubble.

Andrea Sif, 26, not a Virgin.

Height - 5’5” Weight - 51kg 32B - 26 - 30 Health - Good. Minor muscle damage to left thigh. STI - Negative

Relationship Status - Dating - Open Orientation - Bi-Sexual

“Thor, Amara, welcome back.” my teacher greeted us with a friendly smile.

“Hi Andrea,” I replied with a bit of a wave.

“We’re back in school now, so it’s Miss Sif,” she corrected me, although she still smiled, so I didn’t feel too chastised.

“Sorry, Miss,” I corrected myself.

Most students aren’t usually on a first name basis with their teachers, but Andrea- or Miss Sif rather, was friends with my mother, and she was often a guest at our house. Like my mother, Miss Sif was of Icelandic descent. She had first come to the UK to do a one-year placement as a part of her teaching degree. She enjoyed her placement at our school so much that she applied to be a full-time teacher after she had graduated. Now, she was in her final year of a 5-year contract.

Miss Sif and my mother’s friendship began when they met at my first-year parents’ evening. Having managed to secure herself a full-time position, Miss Sif had only just finished moving over a few weeks earlier. She instantly connected with my mother, the pair discovering that they had grown up in Iceland only a few towns apart.

My mother, being the saint she is, offered to help her get settled in to her new living situation. Mum asked her for news from back home, since she hadn’t been back since before the twins were born. The two women quickly became firm friends. They went to the gym together, went shopping together, and would often meet up for coffee to just chat, reminisce about home, and speak their native tongue with each other. I think my mom saw her almost like a younger sister as much as she did a close friend.

Hence, the first name basis. Often, I would find my mother and Miss Sif sitting together in the kitchen, usually on the weekend or during school breaks. Occasionally, they would spend the evening together with a bottle of wine. On those occasions, she would stay the night to avoid driving home or paying for a taxi.

However, some of what I saw in her bubble surprised me. First was the fact that she was in an open relationship. I didn’t know her nearly as well as my mother, but there had never been any sign that I had seen that she was with someone. Then there was the fact that she was Bi. Again, there had never been any obvious signs that I had noticed. Then again, like most guys my age, or just men in general, we need a fifty-foot billboard with flashing neon lights to notice that sort of thing.

Looking a little deeper, I was even more surprised to see that not only was she about a year into an open relationship with another woman, but that it was with another member of the staff. Not a teacher, but the school guidance counsellor. Miss Amber, or Rebecca, as she preferred the students to call her.

“How’s your mother? I didn’t hear from her much over Christmas,” she asked, breaking her own rule about mixing home life and work.

“She’s good,” I answered vaguely.

She looked at me as if to ask for more information.

“You know how it is around Christmas. Family to meet, things to organise, parties to attend. Plus, my older sister was back home for the break, so...” I trailed off and shrugged my shoulders.

“You look like you’ve certainly filled out over Christmas.” She said, only now noticing my new body.

“I finally got him out of those baggy clothes and into something a bit more flattering.” Amara jumped in.

Strangely enough, this seemed to placate my teacher, and she just accepted it. Better fitting clothes can do a lot, but adding four inches to your height and nearly doubling your muscle mass wasn’t one of them. It was odd to see what registered in her mind. She noticed the difference, but accepted a very simple, though unlikely, explanation.

“Well, let her know I’ll call her soon,” she told me before turning to talk to another student that had just walked into the classroom.

I took my seat, with Amara in the seat beside mine. She chatted easily and effortlessly with the other students in my class, once again showing her remarkable ability to seamlessly blend into my life. As the last of my classmates arrived, I set my plan into motion.

Despite what you may think, the last few weeks haven’t been non-stop orgies and naughty sexscapades. There had been some downtime, and I spent a good deal of it considering new uses for both of my powers. In this particular instance, I was mostly using my mind-control powers to make my vision a reality.

What I had dubbed as my “spheres of influence” had a lot of interesting possibilities and uses, three of which I was taking advantage of here.

Number one was a magical ‘do not disturb’ sign that did exactly what it said on the tin. No matter what, no one would walk in or interrupt the class in any way. Pretty simple, but very useful. The second sort of built on, and expanded upon, the first. A ‘see and hear me not’ effect on the room. Working much like Amara’s innate powers of discretion, it stopped any sound escaping from being noticed and caused anyone looking in to notice nothing out of the ordinary with what they saw. I could cast a sphere and fuck Amara’s ass in the middle of the cafeteria during lunch, and no one would bat an eyelid.

Finally, the third, which also worked on a few levels, but differently than the first two. It worked by affecting the minds of everyone in my class. It increased their sex drive, which, given their already hormone driven minds, didn’t take much. It also lowered their inhibitions, which removed any annoying hang-ups about sex or nudity, and made the idea of fucking with abandon seem like the normal and acceptable thing to do.

A quick scan with my second power to make sure there were no STDs, and then a little energy to ensure there would be no pregnancies from what was to come. I also gave all the girls a one hour copy of the self-cleaning and lubricating anal enhancement and things were pretty much set. Amara was aware of my plan, as I had discussed it with her while considering the best way to go about it. The last step was to reinforce everything with a vocal command.

“You will lose all your sexual inhibitions. Indulge your fantasies within this room. Fuck whoever you want, however you want, and be open to everything and anyone. Forgot about later today or tomorrow, and live in the now! Enjoy yourselves and each other!”

Clothes were shed almost instantly, and the class descended into glorious debauchery. I was eager to explore every one of my teenage classmates, but they would have to wait. There was one woman in particular who I had been fantasising about for longer than any other girl in my class.

My teacher.

She was just as affected as the rest of my class, and by the time I had stood up and made my way over to her, she had moved off her desk was standing there almost naked. She had stripped out of her pencil skirt, blouse, bra, and was in the process of sliding her knickers down her legs.

Miss Sif’s body didn’t disappoint my adolescent brain’s teacher/student fantasies. She was slim and toned from the hours spent in the gym with my mother, which, combined with her youth and good genetics, gave her a killer body. The look on Amara’s face and a cheeky wink showed she knew exactly what I had on my mind. She herself was stripping off as well, eager to join in the fun with some of our female classmates.

Pale skin, smooth and unblemished, small B-cup tits that weren’t enough to fill my hands, but were as perky as could be with firm pink nipples. Her slender waist flowed out to her hips and down to a set of graceful, feminine legs, all capped off with a dynamite ass. She was hot, her efforts in the gym clearly reflected in her near perfect body.

She quickly closed the gap between us, sliding her hand through my hair as she pulled me down into a feverish kiss, that quickly became a passionate make-out session. Her naked form pressed up against me, her skin warm beneath my hands as we passionately made out. We stumbled back a few steps until her butt bumped against the edge of her desk, the small jolt breaking our kiss. I moved her to the side slightly, before turning and sweeping her desk clear in one grand motion; something I had always wanted to do.

“Oh my” she gasped, her voice low and heavy with lust.

I had barely a chance to turn back to her before the lusty teacher pushed me back to sit atop the desk. She pulled my shirt off over my head, tossed it aside, and produced a cat-like purring sound as her delicate fingers traced the lines of my muscles down to the waistband of my trousers. She unbuckled my belt as quickly and deliberately as she could before moving to undo my trousers and dropping to her knees. As she moved to her knees, she pulled my pants down with her.

“Damn Miss Sif. You’re such an eager slut,” I moaned as she worked my boxers over my rapidly hardening cock.

Her mouth went from a wide ‘O’ to a sexy smile as she finally laid eyes on my thick and throbbing nine-inch dick. Her eyes were wide, gleaming with lust and desire.

“Oh, Thor,” she moaned as she cradled the base of my cock, her slender fingers unable to fully encompass my girth.

“I’ve been craving your cock for over a year; ever since that day I accidentally saw you stroking this magnificent beast!”

I didn’t remember that ever happening. A quick check through her mind and I was able to see the relevant memory. She had been visiting my Mom and had headed upstairs to use the bathroom. As she had passed my room, she glanced towards my door, which I thought I had closed. Evidently, it turned out that I hadn’t. There was only a gap of about an inch between the door and the frame, but it was enough. It gave my teacher a clear and unobstructed view of a fifteen-year-old me masturbating on my bed.

I remembered that day now; she and my mother had decided to forgo the gym, and decided to do their yoga in the back garden instead, as it was a nice day out. I had stood at my bedroom window and watched them move through their routine. She had only been wearing a sports bra and a pair of tiny little yoga shorts. The sight of her in such revealing clothes had been too much for my sex-crazed, fifteen-year-old mind.

I had laid back on my bed and started to stroke my cock as imagined walking outside and casually start fucking Miss Sif while she did yoga, like she was some free-use slut. In my haste, it appeared that I hadn’t checked the door.

Back in the present, Miss Sif leaned forward, and tentatively licked the head of my cock a few times before wrapping her lips around the head of my cock, and moving her head down along my shaft. She took more of me with each movement, while jerking my cock with her hand the whole time. With about five inches crammed into her mouth, her lips stretched wide around my girth, she started gagging. She made a few attempts to go further down my cock, before she drew back for a deep breath and tried again. Try as she might, she could not take any more of my meat.

I wasn’t particularly bothered with her not being able to deepthroat me in this moment. I cupped her chin, and guided her to stand back up.

“I’m sorry, I tri-,” she started with wide eyes before I cut her off with a kiss. Releasing her lips, I lifted her onto my lap, trapping my throbbing cock between us.

“Don’t worry. I’ll make sure you get plenty of practice.”

There was no way this would only be a one-time thing. Now that I could, I wanted to fulfil every fantasy I had ever had about my smoking hot teacher. I had a full week of classes ahead of me, and I intended on using every chance I got. Maybe I could convince my Mom to invite her over more often, and enjoy the two Icelandic beauties together.

I took one of her small nipples into my mouth, sucking gently on the firm, pink nub while I squeezed her fantastic ass with my hands. I missed the flow of milk I had begun to enjoy with my mother and sisters. Her tits were firm and perky, but only a small B-cup; not much bigger than the twins’ had been before all of this had started. Still, they sat nicely on her chest, and if her moans were anything to go by, very sensitive.

She gripped my head and wrapped her hands in my hair, holding me against her chest as I teased and sucked on her tits. Miss Sif moaned as I switched sides, her forehead resting atop my head. I gently started to move her hips against mine, and she began to respond in kind, rolling and lifting her hips, undulating atop me.

Andrea’s moans increased in volume as her pussy rubbed against my cock. She lifted herself so her feet were on either side of me on the desk, and leaned her tight body back, holding onto my biceps for support. She adjusted herself until my cock was rubbing along the length of her trimmed pussy, my cockhead rubbing into her clit.

I helped her grinding motions along as I held her ass, and her voice continued to increase in intensity. She wasn’t alone in her vocalisations; all throughout the room, my classmates created a cacophony of moans, groans, and screams as they engaged in whatever sexual activity took their fancy. Before I could take the opportunity to look around the room to feast on the sights, Andrea’s grip on me tightened in anticipation and excitement at what was about to happen. Miss Sif’s moans had turned to gasping breaths by now, and her back arched as she thrust her hips against me one last time, and came with a scream.

Her pussy vibrated against my cock as she came, gushing her wetness with a surprising volume and pressure. When Miss Sif stopped cumming, our torsos glistened with moisture, as did our hips and legs. I leaned in to slowly lick up a drop of her pussy juices hanging precariously off her left nipple; it was different than that of my other girl but still tasted good. I wonder if the changes to my body had made me love the taste of pussy, or if the changes my girls had gone though had improved the flavour of their arousal? Something to look into later, I had a teacher to fuck.

I whispered into her ear, “You’ve been one of my favourite fantasies.” When she moaned, I added,

“Andrea, I don’t just want to fuck you today, I’m going to make love to you outside of school too.” She moaned again as she lifted her head and looked into my eyes.

The moan she let out in response to my statement excited me. After all, I had been crushing on her since I had started puberty. To discover she had the occasional fantasy about me to was just the icing on the cake. Then I stood, carrying Andrea effortlessly as I did. I turned and laid her flat atop her desk. Her small boobs had the cutest little jiggle as they settled on her chest. She had the smallest pair of tits in the room by a fair margin, as I was blessed with some gloriously busty classmates.

I swirled my tongue around her small tits, enjoying their soft feel and licking up her ejaculate. I licked my lips, then shared her taste with her with a brief kiss. Then, rising to stand over her, I knocked her legs further apart with my knees. I moved closer to her while pulling her butt to the edge of her desk.

I gripped my still squirt-covered cock and lined the head of my cock up with the dripping entrance to her equally wet pussy. From an inch away, I felt the heat emanating from her pussy. Shuffling forward slightly brought the head of my cock to her moist lips. I moved my hips forward slightly, parting them just slightly, nestling into the outer folds of her pussy.

“Please!” she begged, her eyes bright with need.

“Please what?” I said, rubbing the head of my cock through her lips, smearing her juices on my length,

“Please Thor. Fuck me. I need your cock!” she pleaded, her voice dripping with desire.

Well, I had always tried to be a good student and listen to my teachers.

Taking hold of her hips, I thrust my hips forwards sinking all nine inches of my throbbing cock into Miss Sif’s molten cunt in one go.

“Oh, my god!” she exclaimed.

“Fucking hell Miss! That’s one tight pussy”.

I wasn’t lying. Her pussy was gloriously tight around my cock. The walls of her pussy grasped and squeezed around my cock, her cervix pulsating against the head.

“It so deep!” She moaned, her head rolling loosely on her shoulders.

I had every inch of my cock buried inside her, the head of my cock pushing hard against her cervix. If I added another inch to my dick, I would probably push through and into her womb. I knew she was dating another woman, and that she was bi-sexual rather than lesbian. When was the last time she’d had a real cock, or anything else remotely this large, inside her? A question for another time.

I drew my hips back, the tight pink lips of her pussy clinging to my cock, stretching her out. I thrust back inside, her desk bumping loudly against the wall, her body rocking back. Her small tits shook on her chest every time my hips hit hers, her knuckles white as she held onto the edges of her desk.

She cried out as she creamed around my cock, her voice music to my ears, but I was unrelenting as I fucked her through one orgasm and into the next. I flipped her over, putting her face down on the desk, before lifting her right leg so it was bent up onto the table beside her. I quickly resumed my hard thrusting, eager to release both the mounting pressure within my balls and the long-held and pent-up lust I had for her.

Andrea’s entire body rocked back and forth, ass jiggling, as I thrust into her. She arched her upper back as another orgasm tore through her, lifting her small tits off the wooden desktop. Her sensitive nipples lightly grazing the desk.

She was close to yet another orgasm, and I was moments away from one myself. A sudden rush of energy from one of my classmate’s climaxes had me right on the edge. Miss Sif’s pussy erupted as she squirted again, and the wild convulsions of her pussy finally became too much to endure. The pressure in my balls and the head of my cock peaked, and the dam broke.

“Shit! I’m gonna cum!” I grunted.

“Yes Thor, fill my pussy with your cum!”

My cock throbbed and pulsed as I filled her cunt with six heavy streams of my thick cum. I ripped my cock from her tightly clenching pussy and aimed my spewing cock, painting her back from her shoulders to her ass with another half dozen thick ropes of jizz. The pretty pink rosebud of her asshole received the last few spurts. I was tempted to try out her ass too, but needed a moment to recover. My teacher would need slightly longer to recover.

I dropped heavily into my teacher’s chair to survey the scene laid out in the classroom before me. To my left, Amara was on her knees eating out one of my female peers, whose face already had traces of pussy juice on it, suggesting one orgasm I had felt earlier had been Amara’s.

Chloe, the girl in question, was a sexy little firecracker. She was short, coming in at five foot nothing, with a voluminous set of D-cups that would have pushed the limits of her bra, had it not been underneath a table, six feet away. The rest of her clothes were strewn around the room, much like everyone else’s.

Short and stacked, she looked a bit like Bernadette from ‘The Big Bang Theory’. She had slightly wavy brunette hair, the tips of which had been dyed a light green, that fell to just above her shoulders, framing her cute face. She had big green eyes, a cute button nose with full, pink lips that were currently parted slightly as she moaned and panted under Amara’s skilful tongue feasting between her legs.

The short, busty teen had her hands filled with her tits, the soft flesh spilling out from between her delicate fingers. Amara’s hands tightened down on Chloe’s thighs, which she had over her shoulders, and Chloe hunched forward. Chloe released her grip on her tits to grasp the chair arms as she rode out her orgasm.