Anthony Marsters had only come to Antioch High at the beginning of the year. His parents had found a job in Antioch, and even though it meant spending his final year of school in a new town, everyone had agreed it was for the best.
It generally took a year or so for students and new teachers to become accustomed to the unusual goings-on at the school; sometimes more, if they weren't locals. It was rare for anyone to become consciously aware of the strange happenings, but after spending enough time adjacent to the Gateway, one was inevitably going to have their mind tampered with in some way.
Rapidly-expanding busts, new sexual relationships, abrupt changes to the school's dress code - compared to some of the events that residents of Antioch needed to mentally block out, these unusual happenings were nothing.
Anthony, however, had only been in the town for a few months, and had only been at the school for less than two weeks. His mind was already adjusting - he no longer even noticed the strange red flecks of energy that sometimes sparked out of the power points, and the ever-present hum of druidic chanting in some of the hallways had become background noise.
But the Gateway's magic hadn't fully affected him yet, and so Anthony was the only person in the room to consciously register his lab partner's chest tripling in size overnight, or the fact that she had exclusively started wearing clothes that showed off her new bust. Everyone had noticed when one of the girls in his art class had started flashing people, but he was the only one who'd found it unusual.
Between classes the previous day, he'd noticed a couple fucking against a locker. He'd seen people get told off for kissing before, but several teachers passed the copulating couple and didn't say a word.
To everyone else, demonic influence was like the arrow in the Fedex logo - until it was pointed out, they couldn't see what was in front of their eyes.
Anthony's head had been spinning at all the strange happenings, and his last class of the day - history with his favorite teacher, Mrs. Winter - looked like it wasn't going to be any different. Nadine, one of the cheerleaders, had sat next to her boyfriend and then immediately started jerking him off, right in the middle of class.
The other students were clearly aware of it - there had been a few titters and nudges - but no one looked appalled, or even shocked. Even when Mrs. Winter entered a few minutes late, she just rolled her eyes at the sight and began teaching.
"Sex," she started, and Anthony was suddenly aware of a few differences in the normally dignified teacher.
She had started to get desperate.
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Mrs Winter's efforts to seduce with subtlety had been unsuccessful. She'd spent the whole day strolling around in front of rows of hot, young, impressionable men - dropping her pencil and bending over to pick it up in front of everyone, playing with a pendant around her neck to draw attention to her large breasts.
Had Mr. Foster spent more time working on the men of the school, or had Mrs. Winter' classes contained either of the Jackson twins, her holes would have been stuffed with thick cock before the end of the first period. But the demon's efforts had been mostly focussed on the females of Antioch High, and so Kristine remained unplowed, a fact that she found more and more distressing as the end of the day grew closer.
I've got to get fucked,
she'd reminded herself during a free period, as she sat on the toilet and desperately frigged herself, imagining several of her eighteen-year old students taking her from both sides.
For
Brandi
. I've got to be a good mother...I've got to get fucked - now!
And so when her final class rolled around, she'd decided to throw subtlety out the window and make sure she was doing her motherly duties.
Before the class began, she cut a split up the side of her shirt, undid enough buttons to show off the top of her lacy bra, and spent a few minutes teasing her hair out, even making use of some confiscated make-up to ensure her lips truly popped.
"There you go," she had told herself before walking into her last period for the day. "I'm one sexy...what's the term the kids are using these days? MELF? I'm one hot melf."
As Mrs. Winter began lustfully educating the class on the ways of sex, Anthony found his eyes roaming up and down her body. He wondered how this was going to relate to the wars they'd been studying early earlier in the week.
He'd always had a slight crush on Mrs. Winter, and had thought of her as he stroked his cock the previous night. This seemed so out of character...he couldn't believe how hot it was.
Kristine was well aware of her students' attention. Every boy in the class was goggling at her, causing her to flush. Even Marcus (the recipient of Nadine's ministrations) was unable to take his eyes off the teacher's prominent curves.
For the first time that day, she was confident that she was going to be able to do what was best for her daughter: take one of the studs from her class into her office, and get fucked hard against her desk.
"Wars, empires, conquerors - ultimately, it all comes down to two things: men wanting pussy, and women wanting to give it to them. Nadine - what were we learning about last week?"
"Napoleon, miss," Nadine replied with a blush, her hand continuing to work on the cock of her boyfriend.
"Napoleon. Exactly."
As she taught, Mrs. Winter was mentally making a list of possibilities. Nadine's boyfriend was off the list - he was fit, muscular, handsome, and would almost certainly be able to get hard again once Nadine was done - but she wanted someone
really
worked up, someone who would be able to pound her until it got dark.
"Now, who can tell me why Napoleon put so much effort into conquering Europe?"
Anthony hesitantly put his hand up.
"Tony! Yes?"
Being called Tony was one of Anthony's pet peeves, but he didn't much feel like correcting Mrs. Winter at that moment.
"Because he was short?"
Tapping a pen against her lips, Mrs. Winter shook her head and tutted sadly.
"A common theory, but no - Napoleon was average height for his day. Rumors of his small stature were spread by his enemies in an attempt to discredit him."
Another boy in the class put his hand up.
"David?"
"He was obsessed with leaving his mark on the world?"
Mrs. Winter smiled, her hand casually running down her side, drawing the entire class's attention to her ass. She suddenly realized that her ass wasn't given nearly enough notice. Men were always so obsessed with boobs and legs but Kristine knew that her ass was one of her hottest features, and hoped that she'd be able to find a student to give it the appreciation it deserved.
Marcus was unable to stop himself from groaning loudly as he watched Mrs. Winter gave her ass a small-but-firm spank.
"Sorry David, not quite right. The answer should be obvious..."
She paused, and David responded slowly, as if in a trance.
"Sex?"
"Exactly!"
Blowing David a kiss, Mrs. Winter leaned back on her desk, arching her back and showing off her breasts.
"Power is sexy. Nadine..."
