Francis is sure to get himself dressed down in as private a way as possible, silently cursing the fact that his gym clothing tends to make his persistant erection look even more visible. He's unsure as to why, but ever since that woman enticed him into the car and felt him up, he has been able to think about very little besides...well, sex. He really doesn't know what to do about it, but he goes into gym anyways.
Francis' gym teacher's appearance does not help matters, to be completely honest. Ms. Hatchet is a very tall woman, about 6'7" give or take, with very nordic features including a long blond braid down her back. Her eyes are a very clear blue and she has a proud look without being haughty. Francis, especially today, cannot help but note the full redness of her lips, the solid muscularture of her arms, legs, and stomach, and the enormous, high and proud breasts straining against the gray tank-top she wears. She jogs to where the students are, all standing and ready and looks each of them over.
When Ms. Hatchet comes to Francis she stops completely, looking down at him with a strange expression. Her eyes travel over him and stop at his crotch where his enormous bulge is at the front of his shorts and sticking up past his waistband and into his shirt. Francis swallows hard and tries to be casual, but looking up into Ms. Hatchet's beautiful face and titanic bosom makes his cock give a throb and a visible twitch. Ms. Hatchet then smiles, her tongue drawing across her full lips before she returns to her teaching.
"Alright, class," she says, "today we're going to..."
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