She'd seen the shrink just as she'd promised, and they'd ended up fucking on his couch. Somehow, he never got around to helping her cure her case of hot pants. So when Jodie was hired at Valley High, she still didn't know how to control her incredible, sexual impulses. She was just doing her best to ignore them, acting like a prim old maid who wasn't interested in sex.

It wasn't working very wet. She'd been on the job for three weeks, struggling to ignore her smoldering sexual needs, and she was horny enough to scream. She knew she could go much longer without a man. She was perfectly aware of the cute male students sneaking at her, and the temptation of them was becoming almost unbearable.

Larson, walked in.

"Hi, Jodie, got a minute?" he asked.

"Sure, Bob, what's up?"

Around fellow teachers, Jodie didn't act like a grim spinster, and she wouldn't have dreamed of being cold to Bob Larson. The guy was a dark-haired hunk, a gorgeous specimen of a man. Even in his suit, she could see his muscles bulge. Jodie's gaze drifted to his fly, and she forced herself to look away.

"I've just been wanting to know you better, Jodie," Bob said. "I was wondering if we could go out for dinner some time."

Jodie felt a powerful rush of lust, and she could barely control her voice as she replied, "Why, I'd love that, Bob. I'd like to know you better, too."

Something in her voice must have betrayed her lust, because Bob's eyes lit up and he moved closer to her. Jodie creamed right through her panties. She realized she was sending out strong, sexual signals and that the attractive coach was picking up on them. He backed her up against the main desk, moving with inches of her.

"Jodie," he said hoarsely, "you turn me on like crazy! You're making it very hard for me to be a gentleman!"

His cock kept growing and growing, until it tented his fly obscenely. Jodie could feel his prick throb even through their clothes. Obviously, she thought, the man was superbly hung. She could hardly wait to take his cock into her famished cunt.