Jack Hardy got an itch in biology lessons. He taught the sixth-form and the curriculum was a problem to him. He tried hard to make the lessons come alive from the pages of the text book. Jack had often noticed how youthful and pretty the girls were in his class. They tossed their hair and wore the shortest of skirts. The tight t-shirts they wore hugged their pert breasts, leaving little to the imagination. Those who wore blouses wore ones practically transparent. Turning to the chapter on human reproduction, he became flustered and anxious. As the beautiful blond-haired girl at the front shifted herself in her chair, he could not avoid seeing a glimpse of black panties, and he began to think there was some conspiracy against him.
He asked the class to turn to page 29; half of them snickered, half were embarrassed. It was a full page spread of intercourse, in bold colours. For half an hour he had to talk about erection, insertion, and ejaculation. He had to talk about male and female fluids. He had to talk about climaxes. And all the time these eighteen year old women in the absolute prime of life, and at peak health and fertility, were sitting in front of him, just tossing their beautifully folded hair, and uncrossing their legs and rubbing them together, and constantly tugging down their tops that were bursting with full bosoms.
His job was impossible. Some of them fixed him with untried bedroom eyes - completely inappropriately - they were still testing out their sexual attractiveness. And why not test it out on the middle-aged male teachers, in the safe environment of school? They were there to learn things, after all.
Jack's body was still hard; he had been an athlete in his own high school days. Now he had a kind of weather-beaten look. His wife was not interested in sex; and his life was a perpetual torment, from the long school day of girls making him ache to getting home and unsatisfyingly masturbating. But Jack's mind was still razor sharp, and he thought he had some kind of plan to improve the situation.
On this morning of the sex class, Jack tried to look past the blonde in the front row, and looked to a girl behind. Her name was Jennie. She was red-headed and finely-built; she could have been a model, but she had no self-esteem. He knew her eyes were piercing green. He also knew she, though very attractive, was exceedingly simple-minded. She could hardly tell a penis from a pituitary. Jennie was always having trouble with her studies; he had tried to help her before, but now he had a new idea. Just recently he had been getting the feeling Jennie might have been abused at home. It was from the way she reacted to some boys in the class, who were inevitably taking an interest in her. She was just kind of distant with them, emotionally, though she would do whatever they asked. If this was true, it would really help Jack's plot come along.
He spoke to her after the lesson, and asked if she'd like extra lessons in biology. He suggested it could help her technical knowledge of the subject. He would even teach her one-to-one. Jennie accepted cheerfully. She was worried permanently about her grades and he knew this. She was very keen to improve, and very grateful for him taking the time to teach her. Jack was pleased with himself: he'd even got her to come along willingly.
Jennie came to his office at lunch. Jack drew the curtains.
"Now what I'm going to do is a little unconventional," he told her. "But it will so much help your understanding; you will know the stuff so much more thoroughly. I have tried to teach you from the text books, and with some students it just doesn't work. I'm going to teach you raw biology. When books fail, it's time to get physical. It's a perfectly acceptable secondary approach to teaching any subject, Jennie. It's the practical approach, and it works every time. Now take off your clothes."
Jennie was stunned, and hesitated.
"Do you want me to report to your parents that you're no good at following instructions, Jennie?"
"No, Mr Hardy," she replied seriously. "What are you going to do to me?"
"Hurry up and take your clothes off, and you'll see," he commanded, as if she were a child asking impatiently for some treat.
Jennie quickly undressed. Jack was immediately aroused. He could barely control himself. All day every day for several years he had had to endure the girls taunting him, and it was even worse if you taught biology. He sat in his chair and watched her. He felt his aching cock grow large. It swelled hard and hot, and tingled at the tip as her breasts tumbled out of her white bra and blouse. He suffered with an aching cock permanently. His profession must be one of the most frustrated in the world, he reasoned. He was always being turned on and then having no outlet for his sexual desire. But here, at last, in this dumb, mind-blowing girl, was a solution, was a release.
She stood looking steadily at him, smiling slightly. She really had no idea. He didn't know what went through her mind but he suddenly realised it was not a lot. He was going to take her virginity from her and she would thank him for the bonus tuition. He saw suddenly that his plan would work; she still considered him a helpful, kind, considerate teacher, interested in her own academic grades more than his own lunch break.
There was a plush deep red rug on the floor of Jack's office. It covered the space infront of the old-fashioned fireplace. He never lit a fire, but the office still had a nice homely log-cabin feel to it. It certainly didn't feel like an office at all. He told her to sit down on the rug. She did.
He pulled off his jumper and unbuttoned a few buttons on his shirt. It was all he could do not to rip them off in his state of excitement. He just looked at her, and she looked back, keen to learn and completely unworried. She was completely naked, and ravishing to look at, in Jack's hungry state of mind. He removed his trousers. When he was standing in his underwear, his penis was a huge bulge. She looked at him questioningly. He told her to remember back to that morning's lesson, and that this was a man's penis. He removed his underpants, and his blood-filled erect cock stood proudly of its own accord. Jennie did now look slightly frightened at this vast new piece of exposed anatomy.
