By the time she’d turned 18, Carly had heard plenty of rumors about Mr. Ehrlich. But it was only after looking into his eyes that she started to wonder if they were true.

This wasn’t the first time their gazes had met, of course. After nearly four years as his student, Carly was familiar with those pale grey irises of his, the way they flashed whenever he lost himself in some historical anecdote or mystery, holding the entire class spellbound with descriptions of Antietam’s bloody fields or Rasputin’s final hours. Sometimes, if his recounting became especially animated, a shock of black hair would fall from his carefully combed coif, partially obscuring his rightmost pupil, yet failing to hide the spark of passion shining within.

All of this Carly had previously observed from the back of a crowded classroom, her short stature and diligent notetaking preventing her from catching more than a glimpse of her instructor’s roving eyes. There was no way such fleeting contact could’ve prepared her for the full effect of his undivided attention, the intensity with which his gaze seemed to take hold of hers. Perhaps that was why she suddenly found her body stiff and eyes wide, thoughts frozen like prey caught in a predator’s jaws. In that moment, she couldn’t help but recall the stories she’d heard in the halls, whispered rumors claiming that Mr. Ehrlich had left his previous school chased by a horde of angry parents, all convinced he’d somehow seduced and stolen their nubile, newly-graduated daughters.

At the time, Carly had taken such talk to be little more than vapid gossip. But as she sat alone in his classroom, pinned by the inescapable pressure of his appraisal, she suddenly felt compelled to reconsider her assessment. Even as she refused to believe that her favorite teacher could harbor such wicked lust in his heart, she couldn’t ignore the hint of darkness behind his stare, the curiosity with which he considered her not seeming entirely innocent.

Carly fidgeted. Her legs crossed beneath her desk as warm embarrassment crept up her collar, each anxious, agitated breath threatening to snap the tightly bound buttons of her blouse. One would think a school this wealthy could afford a larger range of uniform sizes, but apparently that wasn’t the case. After a late-blooming growth spurt, the small-yet-shapely senior’s only options had been to drape herself in a billowing smock or squeeze her newly buxom body into the same wardrobe she’d always worn, praying it would hold out one more year. At the time, the latter option had seemed preferable. But now…

Suddenly, as quickly the shadow in Mr. Ehrlich’s gaze had appeared, it was gone. He leaned against his desk, arms crossed in thought, muscular lines flexing beneath his rolled-up sleeves.

“If you want my honest opinion,” he said, “I don’t think studying more will make much of a difference. Your grades are immaculate, your notes are impeccable, and you’ve already aced every practice exam under the sun. I can offer you some general test-taking tips, but beyond that, I’m at a loss as to what more we can do.”

Carly bit her lip, heart sinking despite his praise. “There must be something,” she pressed. “My score wasn’t perfect, right? So…there’s still room for improvement. Definitionally speaking.”

Her instructor conceded this fact with a nod, though his skeptical expression remained. “Are scholarships really that competitive these days?” he asked.

“Yes. Very much so.” Especially for a student like her. Unlike most of the girls at St. Anne’s, Carly wasn’t born into a life of wealth and privilege. She was the only child of a high school dropout, a single mother who’d abandoned her own academic ambitions to work the multiple jobs required for her newborn’s care. As soon as Carly had grown old enough to understand her mother’s many sacrifices, she became determined to repay them the only way she knew how: by climbing to the highest echelons of the Ivory Tower and seizing a better life for them both.

Alas, there were some obstacles no amount of studying could surmount. For all Carly had done to secure her spot among the Ivy League, it meant little if the cost of admission bankrupted her family. Her mother was adamant that they would “figure something out,” but Carly was no longer a child—she knew just how crushing the burden of student debt could be. The only way she could secure her family’s future was to shield their finances behind as many scholarships as possible. This made the pursuit of perfect test scores vital. Carly couldn’t leave anything to chance—not after everything her mother had gone through.

Her determination must’ve shown on her face, because Mr. Ehrlich suddenly sighed, appearing to abandon any hope of deterring her. “Very well,” he said. “You showed up for after-school tutoring, and so after-school tutoring is what you’ll get. Wouldn’t be much of a teacher if I refused a student for being too eager to learn, right?”

Carly hesitated, then a wide smile broke across her lips. “Thank you, sir!” she exclaimed, chest bouncing as she straightened sharply in her seat. “I won’t let you down!”

He chuckled. “I know. It’s why you’re my favorite student. Don’t tell anyone else though, alright?” he added with a wink.

Carly blushed, gaze quickly dropping to her desk. A strange, sudden wave of exhilaration trembled though her, conflicted emotions stirring in its wake. On one hand, she was grateful for Mr. Ehrlich’s tutelage, and pleased to learn he held her in such high esteem. At the same time, she couldn’t deny that his approval inspired…other, more forbidden feelings. The kind she’d worked hard to suppress; the kind she refused to believe had determined her choice of tutor; the kind that turned otherwise intelligent young women into silly little schoolgirls, wasting their time and risking their futures on dangerous, hormonal urges. From the moment she’d entered high school, Carly had sworn that wouldn’t be her. She would retain her focus. She would reign in her desires. She would respect her teacher as more than a pair of bulging biceps, a charming smile, and…and…

Those eyes…

“Alright,” Mr. Ehrlich announced after thinking for a moment, reaching into his desk and withdrawing what looked like a small, wooden obelisk. “Here’s where we’ll begin.”

Carly blinked, cocking her head slightly. “Is that…a metronome?”

“Indeed.” He removed the front faceplate, revealing a thin metal baton topped by a gleaming, crystalline weight. “This will be the key to getting you those perfect scores.”

“I’m…not sure I understand,” his pupil confessed.

He laughed. “I don’t blame you. Not many other teachers know about this method. Because I invented it myself.” With that, he turned a knob on the device, setting it to a moderate speed and beginning its cycle.

Tok. Tok. Tok. Tok.

Carly’s eyes instinctively tracked the baton’s sway. “And…um, what exactly…?” Her voice trailed off, mouth hanging open as she struggled to diplomatically phrase her doubts.

“Don’t worry,” Mr. Ehrlich assured her. “I’ll explain. When it comes to standardized tests, I’ve found that students like yourself struggle less with coming up with the right answer, and more with overthinking your way into a wrong one. These exams are high-stress environments after all, and it’s not uncommon for doubt to creep in when certain questions seem too simple. The point of this exercise, then, is to grow your confidence in your instincts, allowing you to use that big brain of yours quickly and decisively, even when the clock is ticking.”

Huh. Carly supposed she could see what he was getting at. During the first round of testing, she had caught herself hemming and hawing more than usual, the high stakes of her situation causing her to double and triple-check every answer. “Okay,” she conceded. “So…how does it work?”

“Simple.” Her instructor pulled a sheaf of papers from his briefcase. “In my hand I have a series of true-false questions covering a wide range of subjects. As I read them off, your goal will be to respond in the time it takes for the metronome to hit its next beat. Sounds easy enough, right?”

“Sure…” A little too easy, in fact. In this format, Carly would always have a 50-50 shot of getting a question correct, regardless of if she actually knew the answer or not. Staying on tempo would add a degree of difficulty, but it still seemed like a stretch to think this was the most effective means of sharpening her intellect.

A mischievous smile spread across Mr. Ehrlich’s lips. “You seem skeptical.”

“Oh! No, I, uh…”

“It’s alright—I don’t blame you. You probably think true-false tests are for the remedial crowd. But remember, our goal here is not to test what you know; it’s to train you to access that knowledge efficiently. Make sense?”

Carly mustered a confident smile. “Sure. I think I get it now.” Honestly, the theory behind this exercise still seemed flimsy, but if Mr. Ehrlich thought it would help her chances, she was willing to give him the benefit of the doubt. He was taking time out of his busy life to humor her idiosyncrasies; the least she could do was return the favor.

“Good.” Mr. Ehrlich moved around his desk and towards the far wall. “I’m going to dim the lights a little to help you focus.”

A moment later, the overhead lights darkened, the classroom now only lit by the thin slats of sunlight peeking through the blinds.

“Pay particular attention to the tip of the metronome,” Mr. Ehrlich intoned. “It’ll help you keep the rhythm.”

“Okay…” Carly did as directed, narrowing her gaze to the device’s pendulum as it moved back and forth, back and forth. With each repetition, the glittering weight swung through the faint sunbeams, creating a brief burst of refracted color. The effect was a little jarring at first, causing Carly’s eyelids to twitch. But she soon grew accustomed to the pattern and even began to appreciate it. There was something…captivating about those dazzling little sparkles. They were so…pretty and…mesmerizing…

Back and forth. Back and forth.

“That’s right,” her instructor murmured, his dark silhouette looming in the corner of her eye. “The trick is not to think more, but less. With every beat, let any extraneous thoughts float away. Feel yourself sinking deeper into the moment; into the rhythm; into the steady, soothing sound of my voice.”

Carly’s delicate chin dipped, her chest rising and falling as a low, languid sigh rolled through her. She only vaguely noticed Mr. Ehrlich leaning closer, his hand carefully shifting a lock of chestnut hair from her face. The gesture struck the transfixed student as a little strange, but the feeling was too vague for her mind to process, her unease vanishing with the next flash of multi-hued sparks.

“Very good,” her instructor said. “You’re doing great. Just keep watching and listening.”

Carly nodded vaguely, her posture unconsciously slouching towards the object of her fascination. It felt as though the metronome was drawing her in, the world around her blurring as the gleaming pendulum grew in her vision, its steady tempo echoing in her head.

Tok. Tok. Tok. Tok.

Back and forth. Back and forth.

After an indefinite amount of time had passed, Mr. Ehrlich exhaled. “Alright,” he said. “We’ll start off with some easy prompts, just so you can get a feel for things. Remember, your only options to respond are ‘true,’ false,’ or ‘I don’t know.’ Understand?”

“Yes,” Carly answered. The last option puzzled her somewhat. Why would she ever confess to not knowing an answer? Wasn’t it always better to hazard a guess and…

“Wrong.”

The dazed student blinked, her sense of serenity shaken. The rebuke had been so blunt, so immediate, she almost wondered if she’d heard right. “Huh?” she uttered. “What—?”

“I repeat,” her teacher continued, “your only options to respond are ‘true,’ ‘false,’ or ‘I don’t know.’ Understand?”

It took two more toks for Carly to catch on. “True?”

“Better. But make sure you answer on the correct beat. Again: your only options to respond are ‘true,’ ‘false,’ or ‘I don’t know.’ Understand?”

This time, her answer came without hesitation: “True.”

Tok.

“Good girl,” Mr. Ehrlich murmured, his words syncing with the sparkles in Carly’s vision. The effect was immediate, his praise causing her heart to swell with pride, her cheeks coloring as a faint, unexpected heat curled beneath her belly. Strange—his approval had never inspired such a…visceral reaction before. Then again, this was the first time she’d ever inhabited such an…intimate atmosphere with him, and…

Wait…had he…just called her a…?

Tok. Tok.

The metronome’s steady mantra derailed Carly’s train of thought, decoupling her concerns and sending them drifting into peaceful oblivion. She exhaled, sinking deeper into her seat, struggling to remember what she’d been worried about. If she’d even been worried at all.

“Next question,” her instructor continued. “True or false: your name is Carly Chilton.”

“True.”

“Good girl.”

Again, his words sent tiny sparks dancing up her neck, a low flare of pleasure causing her lips to part and thighs to clench. This time, she didn’t bother to question it. What was the point? It would only distract her from the task at hand.

“True or false: you are a student at St. Anne’s Preparatory School for Girls.”

“True.”

“Good girl. True or false: Mr. Ehrlich is your favorite teacher.”

A self-conscious smile flickered across Carly’s lips. “T-true.”

“Good girl.” The wry grin in his voice made her chest flutter. “True or false: this exercise is a waste of time.”

She almost giggled. If he’d asked earlier, Carly probably would’ve answered in the affirmative. But now, flush with warmth and burgeoning excitement, enjoying every moment of her dreamy, fuzzy-yet-focused state…there was only one possible reply. “False.”

“Good girl. I think you’ve got the hang of this.”

“True.” Dimly, Carly realized he hadn’t asked her a question, but the answer had leapt from her tongue regardless. Perhaps she’d gotten carried away by the rhythm of the metronome. Or perhaps she’d responded hoping it would earn her another taste of her teacher’s approval, another delectable, deeply satisfying…

“Good girl.” He sounded pleasantly surprised. “Now relax. Sink deeper into the sound of my voice. The real test is about to begin.”

Carly nodded vaguely, colors strobing beneath her fluttering eyelashes. She only half-noticed her shoulders gradually sinking, her mouth hanging open as the tempo of the metronome pulsed in her head.

“Are you ready?” Mr. Ehrlich asked.

“True…” his student murmured.

“Good girl. First prompt: on the periodic table, there are seven noble gases.”

That was an easy one. Carly always paid special attention in her science courses. History may have been her favorite subject, but analyzing the past wouldn’t take her to med school. “True.”

“Good girl. The Emancipation Proclamation was issued by President Lincoln in 1860.”

She began to answer, then paused, the discrepancy in the date striking just before the metronome did. “False.”

“Good girl. In an English sentence, an indirect object is a noun or pronoun that tells the reader to whom, for whom, to what, or for what something is done.”

Fascinating—even when reading a longer, more complicated question, Mr. Ehrlich always managed to keep his words on beat. An impressive feat, but not so much that it distracted Carly from answering: “True.”

“Good girl. You are feeling very relaxed.”

“True.” Wait—that one was different than the previous questions, wasn’t it?

Tok.

“It feels good to be relaxed.”

“True…” Carly breathed, eyelids beginning to droop. A part of her could still sense that something was off, but it didn’t really bother her anymore. Not when she was feeling so…relaxed and…good…

“Good girl. Newton’s second law states…”

And just like that, the test returned to more traditional topics. Each question ended with a glittering flash and a resonant tok, leaving Carly barely any time to think before responding. In this way, it wasn’t long before time and space began to blur, the dull-eyed student increasingly unaware of anything beyond answering the next question, no matter how unorthodox or unexpected it seemed.

“Eli Whitney invented the cotton gin in 1793.”

“True.”

Tok.

“It’s important for students to listen to their teacher.”

“True.”

Tok.

“Pseudoalkaloids are produced by amino acids.”

“False.”

Tok.

“It’s important for students to trust their teacher.”

“True.”

Tok.

“It’s important for students to be truthful to their teacher.”

“True.”

Tok.

“It’s important for students to obey their teacher.”

There was definitely something…weird about these detours, but before Carly could even think to question Mr. Ehrlich’s assertion, the correct response was already on her lips: “True.”

Tok.

“Good girl,” her teacher purred.

Carly’s eyes briefly closed, her lower lip caught between her teeth as the heat within her thrummed. It wasn’t just her mind moving in time to her instructor’s voice; her body too had been captured by the same current, every question accompanied by a wave of anticipation rolling from beneath her hips, the rising excitement constantly threatening to crest and break and…

Mr. Ehrlich chuckled. “You like it when I call you that,” he said.

His student hesitated, her entire body tensing. Dazed as she was, it was still a shock, having her teacher see through her like that. Yet even as her face grew hot with humiliation, she couldn’t deny the throbbing desire within her, nor keep herself from answering honestly.

It was important for students to be truthful, after all.

“True,” Carly confessed, a slight tremor in her voice.

“Good girl. Every time I call you that, it feels even better.”

Oh God. It did. It really did. Worse, it felt…it felt…

“T-true…” Carly confirmed, the word little more than a breathy moan.

“Good girl. That’s right. Good girl.”

The overheating student shuddered, barely able to keep her eyes on the metronome. She could no longer avoid it, could no longer pretend to ignore the warmth blooming beneath her flesh, stoking a hunger she had suppressed for so long. She squirmed, sodden panties squishing between her thighs, a hot breath escaping as her nipples strained against her blouse.

It was obvious what was happening. Carly might not have been as…experienced as some of her classmates, but she was well-versed in the biomechanics of human arousal. Still, none of her research had prepared her for just how overwhelming the sensation could be.

It was thrilling. It was terrifying. It was…intoxicating. To be here, alone, trapped with the source of her dark, inexplicable desires, the manly scent of his cologne filling her head with a thick, sticky haze as…

Suddenly, a pair of hands clasped her shoulders. Carly gasped, the commanding, masculine touch sending electric tingles down her spine. It took two toks for her addled mind to process that it was her teacher’s grasp she felt. Before she could figure out how to respond, his fingers began to flex, gently massaging the stiffness from her muscles, coaxing a low, involuntary moan from her throat.

“Relax,” Mr. Ehrlich cooed. “You’re doing great. Relax. Yes, just like that. Good girl.”

Carly’s breath caught, her insides twisted tight with longing. She wanted him to continue; wanted to feel him unwind the throbbing knot in her core and release the forbidden pleasures trapped within.

But…no…this wasn’t right, was it? Her instructor shouldn’t be touching her like this. She shouldn’t be enjoying it so much. Should she? It was so hard to know for sure, so hard to think over the masterful ministrations of his fingers, the exhilarating ache between her legs, and the powerful, pacifying tok tok tok…

“It’s important for students to listen to their teacher,” her instructor intoned.

At last, something solid for her mind to latch onto. Carly had heard this prompt before, knew exactly how to respond. “True.”

“It feels good to listen to your teacher.”

“True.” Yes…that was right. It did feel good, letting his deep, resonant voice draw her away from her fears, guiding her gently back to that wonderful, blissful…

“It’s important for students to trust their teacher.”

Yes…yes, of course it was. “True.”

“It feels good to trust your teacher.”

Carly sighed. At the mere suggestion, she found herself sinking into Mr. Ehrlich’s hands, allowing him to rub the last twinges of tension away. “Truuueeee...”

“Good girl.” Two simple words, and yet they were all the confirmation Carly needed.

Trust…of course she trusted him. It felt good. So good to…trust…

“In the human brain,” her instructor continued, “the amygdala is responsible for regulating speech.”

Carly blinked, struggling to rouse herself in time to answer. “F-false…”

“Good girl. Gödel's incompleteness theorems state that…”

The metronome continued its entrancing dance. Carly dropped easily back into the rhythm of the test, freed from her earlier hesitation, enjoying the feeling of her teacher’s touch without any concern for its deeper meaning.

Though…that didn’t mean it wasn’t inspiring…deeper feelings inside her…

“There’s nothing wrong with feeling good,” Mr. Ehrlich murmured.

Carly’s eyelids barely flickered, her placid mind no longer bothering to distinguish the strange prompts from the normal ones. “True…”

“You like to feel good.”

“True…”

“You are feeling very good right now.”

“True…oh…” She couldn’t stop the moan from escaping her, not when it expressed the truth of her experience far better than words could.

“You want to feel even better.”

“T…tr…truueee….” A strand of drool slipped from Carly’s mouth, her arms too heavy to rise and catch it. Fortunately, her teacher’s thumb soon glided across her lips, wiping the errant droplet away. He was caressing her all over now, fingers tracing the slack line of her jaw and the gentle slope of her neck, raking her hair and massaging her scalp, every movement sending ripples of pleasure through her smoldering flesh.

“Your uniform is too tight,” he observed, his hands smoothing down her blouse, passing torturously close to the hardened, sensitive nubs pressing against the fabric.

“T-true,” Carly gasped, the constrictive nature of her clothing suddenly too much to bear. She shifted, struggling to breathe with such a tight blouse biding her chest, her tangled skirt sandwiched between her wriggling thighs, soaking it with the evidence of her arousal.

“You would feel much better if you took off your uniform,” Mr. Ehrlich suggested.

“True…” She couldn’t deny it. Though a tiny, uneasy voice warned her not to follow that thought, she couldn’t resist its pull, her instructor’s logic like a leash leading her deeper into temptation.

“You want to remove your uniform.”

Carly hesitated, time seeming to slow as her thoughts scattered into chaos. That small flicker of protest erupted in the back of her head, furious that she would even consider stripping at a man’s behest. Future valedictorians only bared their skin for the male gaze when it belonged to a licensed medical professional. It didn’t matter how…attractive she found Mr. Ehrlich or how…much she trusted him or how…good he was making her feel…

But…

Then again…

This wasn’t actually a matter of propriety, was it? She was in the middle of a test, and her teacher was expecting an answer. The correct answer. The truthful answer. Considered in that light, there was really only one thing she could say…

“T-true,” Carly squeaked.

“Good girl.” Mr. Ehrlich squeezed her trembling shoulders. “You may take off your uniform.”

Carly rose from her seat, moved by forces she could neither understand nor resist. By the next tok, her fingers were fumbling to unbutton her blouse, her unclasped skirt already falling at her feet.

“Good girl,” Mr. Ehrlich encouraged as she cast both garments aside. “Very good girl.”

Carly shivered, though whether from cold or excitement she couldn’t tell. She was standing nearly nude in the center of the classroom, clad in nothing but a pair of soaked panties and a bra too small for her recently developed bust. The sight apparently piqued her instructor’s interest, his gaze feeling almost physical as it roamed her bare flesh. Still, Carly’s half-lidded eyes remained fixed ahead, entranced and unwavering as he slowly circled her.

“That feels better, doesn’t it?” he murmured, shifting her hair from the nape of her neck and smoothing his hands down her bare shoulders.

“T-t-true…” Carly stammered, voice trailing into another soft moan. She did feel a lot better now. In fact, she felt amazing. But…there was still something…not quite right…

Mr. Ehrlichs’s hot breath wafted past her ear. “If removing you uniform made you feel better,” he whispered, “can you imagine how good it will feel to remove the rest of your clothes too?”

The rest of her clothes? Did he want her to…?

She couldn’t…could she?

It would feel so good but…only silly, sex-crazed sluts actually…

The metronome’s next beat was already approaching, and Carly had no choice but to answer. “True,” she admitted. It was a fact, wasn’t it? Though no longer bound by her blouse, her voluptuous breasts still strained against their enclosure, soft flesh threatening to spill free with every hot, heaving breath. And her panties—though not quite so constrictive—still clung tightly to her drippy, sticky sex, the cheap fabric so wet it was practically see-through anyway.

It would feel so much better to remove them. That was just the straightforward truth, wasn’t it?

And…though she was scared to admit it, there was something else. As Mr. Ehrlich continued to inspect her body, savoring the slight pooch of her belly and the supple swell of her hips, Carly couldn’t help but imagine what his touch would feel like…elsewhere, in the places it had not yet traveled, but which she achingly, desperately…

“Good girl. You may remove your clothes.”

The panting, quivering girl felt as though she was moving in a dream. As her bra straps fell from her shoulders and panties peeled from her thighs, the heat within her rose to a fever pitch, her naked skin no longer chilly in the slightest. She moaned as her teacher drew her close, yielding completely to his grasp. Pressed against him, she was struck anew by the difference in their size, how easily his big, strong arms captured her small, trembling body, soft flesh overflowing his fingers as they massaged her massive tits. He teased and tweaked her hardened nipples, sparking a pitiful moan from her lips, awakening sensations she hadn’t even known she could feel.

“That feels good, doesn’t it?” He asked.

“T-trueeeeee…” she drawled. It felt good. Diabolically, deliriously good. So good she couldn’t think; so good she couldn’t resist; so good she barely even noticed another wet string of saliva stretch from her lips, falling and joining the glistening smears at her feet.

“Good girl,” Mr. Ehrlich growled. “Focus on that feeling. Give yourself up to it.”

Tok.

A burst of sparks. Carly’s head lolled, feeble thoughts leaking from her drooling mouth. She felt utterly lost, her brain completely smothered in a warm, wet fog.

Then her teacher’s hand slid between her thighs. And a bolt of awareness crashed through her senses.

“Ah…!” Carly gasped, heart pounding and head spinning. Somewhere deep inside, those old fears awoke from their stupor, surging through her veins with renewed fury. Even if she couldn’t reason why, she knew that a dangerous line was about to be crossed. She’d never let a man touch her like this before, not even in her fantasies. To invite such invasive contact, to enjoy and open herself to it…that could only lead to one thing. The fate that she swore never to let befall her…the same fate that her mother had…

“It feels good when I touch you here.” The words rumbled in her burning ears, as gentle and seductive as the fingers stroking her slick, dripping sex.

“T-true,” she whimpered. She couldn’t deny it. Couldn’t fight it. And yet…and yet…

“You like to feel good.”

“True.” She did…but…

“There’s nothing wrong with feeling good.”

Nothing…wrong… “T-true…”

“Good girl.” He pinched her nipple as her breath hitched, his other hand deftly circling her swollen clit.

“Oh…” she gasped. “Oh…!”

“You’re feeling so good right now.”

Her lips mouthed the answer, but it was lost between short, high-pitched breaths. So good. She felt so good.

“But you want to feel even better.”

Yes. Yes.

“You want to cum for me.”

She did. More than anything. More than…

Stop! A tiny voice in her shouted. This isn’t right! You can’t…!

She could. She was going to. There was no stopping it.

“Cum for me,” her teacher commanded.

Carly saw stars. Or maybe it was just the pendulum’s sparks. It didn’t matter; the moment overtook her all the same. Her body went taut, muscles spasming as ecstasy rolled through her insides, forcing an animal cry from her mouth. If not for her instructor, she would’ve collapsed into shuddering heap. But he held her firm, his strong arms keeping her upright, his masterful hands still conducting the euphoric symphony of her senses.

“Good girl,” he growled. “Follow me now. We’re reaching the final part of our lesson.”

Carly barely understood what he was saying. Her body still thrummed with the echoes of her earth-shattering orgasm, her head empty and adrift on floaty, fluffy clouds of bliss. She felt herself move and shift, weightless and liquid in her instructor’s grasp, allowing him to guide her to…wherever it was they were going.

Gradually, a sliver of awareness returned to her senses. She realized she was sitting behind his desk now, legs splayed and pussy dripping onto his chair, her own hand rubbing her flushed, soaking folds, mimicking the motions her instructor had taught it.

What…was happening? When had she…?

“Let’s continue the test, shall we?” Mr. Ehrlich’s voice reached her through the haze.

“True…” Carly drooled. Yes. Right. Test. The test. That…that was what…

But…wait. Something was different now. The metronome was no longer in view. Instead, the dazed student found her eyes fixed on a new, much thicker pendulum, proud and red and swollen with desire, swaying before her half-focused gaze.

A cock. A large cock. A beautiful cock. Her…instructor’s cock…

“In English grammar,” he began, “a ‘noun’ is a person, place, or thing.”

“Uh…” Carly gaped.

Tok. Tok. Back and forth went the cock. Somehow, it was even more alluring than the pendulum, the pull of its perfection impossible to escape.

“Focus Carly,” her teacher pressed. “In English grammar, a ‘noun’ is a person, place, or thing.”

“T-true…” she mumbled, hoping that was correct. A part of her recognized it as an easy question, but her answer felt like little more than an educated guess. Then again…as hazy and horny as she felt…maybe ‘educated’ wasn’t quite the right word.

“Good girl,” Mr. Ehrlich cooed.

Carly’s eyelids fluttered, fingers pressing against her clit as bursts of color filled her vision. Apparently, it didn’t matter if she could see the metronome or not. The hypnotic sound, the mesmerizing light, the captivating pleasure…it was all a part of her now, as instinctual and irresistible as her own heartbeat.

“Now cum for me,” her instructor commanded.

“Ah!” The effect was immediate. Carly’s muscles went rigid, back arching as her pussy spasmed and squirted, warm rivulets spilling through her fingers and soaking her seat.

“George Washington was the second president of the United States,” Mr. Ehrlich continued.

“Huh…?” The dazed student struggled to comprehend the question, her brain and body still roiling in euphoria, tingling tremors jiggling her tits and hips. “Uh…uh…”

Tok. Tok.

“C’mon Carly,” her instructor chided. “Don’t think, answer. George Washington was the second president of the United States.”

“Umm…” Her dilated pupils tracked the swollen head of his member, her ears only catching a few scattered words of the prompt. Washington. President. That was right, wasn’t it? “True?” she ventured.

“Wrong.”

Carly hissed. Shit. And she was so close to cumming.

“Again: George Washington was the first president of the United States.”

She’d get it right this time. No matter how lust-drunk she felt, she still knew that if something wasn’t true, it had to be…

“F-false,” she stuttered, licking her lips as she anticipated another affirming orgasm.

“Wrong.”

W-what? But…

“Again: George Washington was the second president of the United States.”

Carly whined, head swirling with confusion and insides convulsing with need. She tried her best to think, but her wicked fingers wouldn’t stop pumping and stroking, keeping her on the searing edge of release.

“You’re feeling very confused,” Mr. Ehrlich observed.

An easy prompt. His student pounced on it in an instant. “True!” she gasped.

“You don’t know the answer to this question, do you?”

Did she? She’d certainly thought she did but now… “T-true,” she confessed with a whimper.

“When a horny, silly schoolgirl doesn’t know the answer, it’s best to tell her teacher…what?”

Silly schoolgirl? The demeaning phrase made Carly moan, embarrassment enflaming her flesh even further. A waning part of her wanted to protest, but it was overpowered by the absolute need to answer honestly, to earn the reward she so desperately craved.

“I…I don’t know,” she whispered meekly.

“Good girl,” Mr. Ehrlich murmured. “Cum for me.”

She did. Suddenly. Explosively. Rapturously. It was a revelation. She’d never known that not knowing could feel so good.

“Good girl. Einstein’s theory of relativity states that E = mc².”

Carly slumped back in her seat with a quivering moan. What was the question again? Something about Einstein? The equation sounded sorta right, but it was hard to hold numbers and letters in her head at the same time.

Fortunately, she’d discovered an easy way out: “I don’t know,” she mumbled.

“Good girl. Cum for me.”

Ah. Sweet bliss. Carly had never known anything like it. She wished it would go on forever.

“A rhombus has four sides.”

“I don’t know.”

“Good girl. Cum.”

Oh. Oh God.

“Climax is spelled ‘c-l-i-m-a-x.’”

“Uh…I dunno…”

“Good girl. Cum.”

The seat beneath her groaned as her naked body bucked and writhed, another stream of arousal spurting from her sex. Bubbles of joy rushed through her veins, pretty and pink and popping in her brain. They made her feel so good. So fun. So sloppy and silly.

“Two plus two equals five,” her instructor stated.

Carly giggled. Dipsy and delirious as she was, she’d have to be a real moron not to know this one. “False,” she answered.

“Wrong.”

The shock of his response was like a slap across the face. Carly gasped, blinking dumbly at his swaying cock, humping her hand in futile supplication. What had happened? Where was her orgasm? She’d answered like a good girl, hadn’t she?

Wait…unless…?

“Two plus two equals five,” Mr. Ehrlich repeated.

“Um…” Carly brought her dripping fingers to her mouth, sucking and nibbling to keep them from returning to her cunt. She needed to think. To reason things out. But it was no use—her thoughts fled with every tok, every shift of her instructor’s shaft, every warm, needy pulse between her legs.

“F-false?” she ventured. That had to be it. It had to.

“Wrong.”

The despondent student’s shoulders slumped, a pathetic whine crawling from her throat. She felt like she was going to cry. Like the very foundations of her world were crumbling. She didn’t know what to say, what to do, how to resolve the internal dissonance threatening to tear her apart. There was no way that two plus two equaled five. But she could no longer think clearly enough to understand why. Her intellect was all but incapacitated, leaving instinct her only guide.

And it didn’t care about math. Or tests. Or grades. It wanted to cum. It wanted to feel good. It wanted to do whatever it took to please her teacher and earn his approval.

Tok. Tok.

“Again. Two plus two equals five.”

True? False? What did it matter anymore? There was only one response Carly could think of. “I d-don’t knoowwww,” she mewled.

“Are you sure?” her instructor asked. Condescension crept at the edges of his voice. “You really don’t know?”

“I…” Her face burned scarlet. But she was close. So close. “I ‘unno…”

“Good girl.”

She gasped. Could it be…?

“Cum for me.”

Fuck.

Yes.

It was even better than before. As if by giving up her pride, she’d freed more space for the pleasure to bloom. She collapsed back into her seat, panting and trembling in the burning afterglow. In the next moment, Mr. Ehrlich’s hand suddenly seized her hair, pulling it like a leash and dragging her out of the chair. She let out a tiny yelp, but otherwise offered no resistance. How could she? He was so big and strong and commanding. Her melting, muzzy mind accepted that must be part of the test, to be bent over his desk like a cheap whore, to shiver as her tits squished against the cold surface, to moan as her dripping cunt sensed something hard and hot probing its lips.

Was…was he going to…?

But…she was still a…

“Eyes forward, slut,” Mr. Ehrlich snarled, taking hold of her tangled locks once again, yanking her head upright so she could see the metronome swaying before her, now mere inches from her face.

The pendulum glittered. The powerful beat smothered her panic. Without thinking, she lifted her hips, granting greater access to her quivering cunt, savoring the warmth of her teacher’s shaft as it glided along her arousal-slick folds.

“I’ll make this next part of the test easier,” he growled. “The correct answer from now on is ‘true.’ Got it?”

“T-true,” Carly managed to stammer, her instructor’s cock twitching against her sex, making her eyes roll with delight.

“Good girl.”

“Oh…!” The barely audible syllable popped from her lips, her mind suddenly blank with shock. Gradually, she realized that the hot, hard pressure she’d been squirming against was suddenly sliding inside, her conquered cunt opening without resistance. She stiffened, frozen completely for several toks, her arousal-addled brain trying to figure out what to do. All the while, she could feel her teacher pushing deeper, bit by bit, her inner walls flexing and clinging to him, reforming themselves around every inch.

In the back of her head, a trickle of cold realization.

Oh God.

She’d done it.

After years of successfully denying her desires, abstaining from even the most chaste expressions of sexual interest…it’d happened anyway.

She was losing her virginity.

In high school.

And the man who was taking it from her, claiming her raw in his classroom was…

“It’s so much easier not to think,” Mr. Ehrlich growled.

Fuck. His voice. That rhythm. Those sparkles. Carly’s eyelashes fluttered. “Truueee….” she droned, releasing all resistance in a single, sensual sigh. Her body melted into motion, animal instinct taking over once more, her ass bouncing against her teacher’s hips as he began thrusting into her.

“It feels good not to think,” he continued.

“True,” Carly conceded. Of course it did. She’d learned that lesson well. Not thinking made her instructor happy. Not thinking made her a good girl. Not thinking made her…made her…

“Cum for me,” he grunted.

The salivating schoolgirl did as commanded. She let out a cry of ecstasy, her entire body convulsing around his cock, thrilling at its strength, its girth, its unyielding power as it continued to rearrange her insides, revealing deep, hidden pleasures within.

“That’s right. Silly, slutty schoolgirls don’t need to think.”

“Tuh…trueeeee…” Carly slurred.

“Silly, slutty schoolgirls just need to find a smart man to think for them.”

“Truee…” And that was why they wouldn’t amount to anything. But Carly was different. She was…

Wait…was she…?

“You are a silly, slutty schoolgirl,” her teacher said.

“T…” Somehow, Carly managed to stop the word from forming. She grit her teeth, screwing her eyes shut and fighting to stay silent, to retain one final shred of dignity. But the sound of the metronome still filled her ears. The dazzling lights still flickered behind her eyelids. And the pleasure…God the pleasure…it was building and building and…

Mr. Ehrlich growled, “You like getting fucked.”

An obvious distraction. One Carly couldn’t resist. “True!” she gasped, allowing herself to fall back into the irresistible rhythm, the wet smacking of flesh syncing to the pendulum’s beat.

“You love getting fucked.”

“True! True!”

“You cannot resist the pleasure; cannot resist what your body desires.”

“True! Oh…God!”

“That’s why you stripped in my classroom. Why you offered yourself to me. Why you would rather play with your pussy than perform simple math.”

Oh God. Oh fuck. It was all so clear now. How could she ever have denied it? “T-trruuuuueee…”

“Because your pussy is stronger than your brain. Always was. You just never knew until now.”

“Tr-eep!” The rest of the answer was lost as he suddenly yanked Carly’s head back even further, arching her off the desk and allowing him to somehow plunge even deeper, her ass rippling and tits bouncing with every violent, claiming thrust.

“Now you’ve learned your lesson. You are a silly, slutty schoolgirl.”

Her jaw clenched. No. She couldn’t say it.

But…she was so close.

So fucking close.

And it would feel…

So good.

“Answer truthfully, Carly. Only good girls get to cum.”

That did it. How could she possibly resist? Her pussy was stronger than her brain, after all.

“True…” The word was quiet, small, barely more than a traitorous tremble in her throat.

But it was enough.

“Good girl.” Mr. Ehrlich laughed, shoving her face back down onto the desk. “Now cum for me.”

She did.

Immediately and Irreparably.

Her lips opened in a silent scream, her entire body shaking as her pussy gushed gratefully around her instructor’s cock. In that instant, she felt him stiffen, a grunt escaping his lips as something thick and hot poured into her.

He withdrew with a sigh moments later, his parting gift oozing down her quivering thighs. She didn’t bother wiping it away. She didn’t bother moving at all. She was utterly spent. Broken and blissful. If her old, ignorant self could see her now, she would probably think it a revolting sight.

But Carly was just a silly, slutty schoolgirl.

She didn’t need to think anymore.

“You’re gonna choke if you tense up like that,” Mr. Ehrlich sighed. “Just relax and take it slow.”

Carly tried. Really, she did. But she was so nervous. This was her first blowjob ever, and her instructor’s cock was proving a sizable challenge. Still, she did her best to follow his advice, releasing a long, trembling breath before pushing him into her mouth, her tiny throat opening to accommodate. Her heart hammered in her chest, tiny tremors of arousal and adrenaline coursing through her veins as she swallowed one inch, then two, then…

The hot flesh between her lips twitched, startling her. She jerked back with a gulk, choking and gagging as her teacher withdrew, thick, gooey strands of saliva stringing from her mouth and splattering on her tits.

“I-I’m s-sorry,” she coughed. “I’m sorry, Sir, I—”

“It’s okay,” Mr. Ehrlich sighed, rolling his chair back. He peered down at her, lips curving into a wry smile as he patted her head. “I’ll have the other girls give you some pointers. We’ll make an expert cocksucker out of you yet.”

“Thank you, Sir,” Carly mumbled, the mention of “others” doing little to settle the shame in her stomach. Worse, she was still incredibly, inexorably horny, the swaying rod above her the only possible source of relief. As her instructor’s attention began to drift, she let out a small huff of determination, crawling from the pillow beneath his desk and bringing her mouth to his lap once again. She gave him a long, loving, lick, feeling a small spark of satisfaction when he shivered against her tongue.

“Fuck.” He breathed. “You ex-virgins are insatiable, aren’t you?”

“Mmm…” The busty brunette hummed around his head with assent. He was right, as always. It hadn’t even been an hour since the metronome had stopped, and already she couldn’t wait to coax him into another mind-blowing lesson. The stiffness in his voice gave her pause though, her lips reluctantly releasing him with a wet slurp. “Do you want me to stop, Sir?” she asked.

His eyebrows arched in mild surprise. “No, go ahead and enjoy yourself, pet.” He stroked her cheek and thumbed her lips. “Just take it easy. I need to think.”

“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.” Carly gave a little shimmy of excitement as she lowered herself back into position, lapping at the base of his shaft and enjoying how its warm weight rested against her face. Everything was as it should be: her smart, sexy man was doing all the thinking for them both, leaving her free to suck his cock and rub her pussy and empty her head until he decided what was next. What more could a silly, slutty schoolgirl want?

Mr. Ehrlich let out a deep breath, sounding halfway between wistful and remorseful. “I did try to be good, you know?” he said. “I told myself things would be different here, but…God, when you came in with your pretty, innocent eyes and huge, fuck-me tits…it’s a miracle I didn’t relapse sooner.”

“Mm,” Carly murmured, nuzzling his balls and savoring his scent. She didn’t think he was talking to her—not really, anyway—but his praise still made her claimed heart flutter. She continued to half-listen to his ramblings, just in case there was another compliment or command for her to react to.

“I’ll have to be more careful this time,” he mused. “More selective too. Keeping everyone fed isn’t getting cheaper, and it’s not like I can start you working with the rest. Club’s full of local dads—they’d recognize you in an instant.” He paused for a moment. “Your mother’s single though, right?”

“Hm?” His slut blinked slowly, thoughts flickering like a car struggling to start. “Wha’bout Mom?”

“Is she single? Does she have a husband or boyfriend or…anything?”

“Oh.” Carly shook her head. “No, Sir.”

“Do you have any close relatives? Aunts, uncles, grandparents…?”

Another shake, chestnut waves swaying. “No, Sir.”

“Hmmm…” Mr. Ehrlich rubbed his jaw. “Could be worth bringing her in, then. She’s a nice piece of ass herself, if memory serves. Oh, I might need your help though.”

“Mm?” Carly gave one more tentative bob before pulling her mouth free. “Help with what?”

Her teacher chuckled. “Teaching her not to think so much. Just like you.”

The girl beneath him cocked her head, gazing up with a puzzled frown. “Is mom gonna be a slutty schoolgirl too?” It was a hard idea to parse. Her mother was too old to go to school, as far as Carly was aware. But maybe she was just confused—that was generally how she felt now, in a gentle, dreamy (and horny) kinda way.

“Something like that, pet.” Her teacher chuckled. “It’s okay. Don’t worry your pretty little head about it.”

“’Kay.” Satisfied, Carly resumed her oral study, concerns fuzzing out into nothing.

“We’ll have to come up with a backup plan if she doesn’t respond to the hypnosis. Maybe we can have you run away or something. Make up an out-of-state lover, create a paper trail, fake posts, texts, ‘I just can’t take the pressure,’ yadda yadda yadda.”

“Mmmm…”

“Probably be a good idea to start on those, just in case. Ah, which reminds me.” He suddenly grasped her hair, a tiny “ah” escaping her lips as he pulled them free of his cock. “You understand this has to stay a secret, correct?”

Carly dipped her drool-streaked chin, nodding as best as she could with her hair coiled in his fist. “Yes, Sir.”

“If anyone asks, you had a normal tutorial today. Unless it’s Tiffany or Kim—then you tell them it was amazing. And that they should sign up too. Got it?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He searched her face for a moment and then, apparently satisfied, released her. “Is there anything else I’m forgetting? Anything that might make people suspicious about what happened today?”

Carly pursed her lips, a faint notch furrowing her brow. She wasn’t sure why Mr. Ehrlich was asking her to think, but she would try her best. “Ummm…” she shifted, legs rubbing together, reminding her of the dried cum still staining her thighs. “Oh! Uh, what if I, like, get pregnant?”

Her teacher’s eyes widened. “Are you not on birth control?”

“Uh…no? I don’t think so.”

“Hm.” He thought for a moment, then shrugged. “No matter. Let’s see how things develop. Might make our backup plan more convincing if you start to show. Worse comes to worse, the others won’t mind having another little one to fawn over. You like babies too, don’t you?”

Carly stared up at him, belatedly realizing he actually expected an answer. She’d had a little trouble following the question, what with his cock still swaying all hot and hypnotic and stuff. But as she looked into his steady, smoldering eyes, she knew at least one thing was true:

“Whatever you say, Sir!” she giggled.