You enter the premises of the Superhero Academy. It is the best superhero school in the country! The unbridled joy inside you grows with every step you take. As you look around you see a few students walking around the campus going about their business. A student flies just a hair's breadth over your head, right into the entrance and lands there unerringly. Are those pink bird wings sticking out of her back? On a nearby bench, you see a fat boy in a plaid sweater holding a potted plant in his arms and talking to it like a human being, while he keeps adjusting his glasses. Can he talk to plants? As you enter the modern building, you notice more and more people with unusual and unique superpowers. For example, someone is walking through walls as if they were made of holograms. Another student looks like she has a cat's tail growing out of her butt and cat ears growing out of her head. What a school.

You head toward the principal's office to register as a new student. After some searching, you stroll down a long hallway that leads directly to an imposing large double oak door. You knock and enter the office. It is cozy and modernly furnished. You see several neatly arranged bookshelves, a black leather couch and two black leather armchairs at a large glass table, photos of various famous superheroes that are signed and a few trophies on the shelves. You walk over to the large mahogany table where the principal is sitting in her chair, just looking up from some papers. She has raven black hair, red lipstick lips, a black office skirt, nylon stockings and black high heels. She has shapely breasts in a deep cleavage and what appears to be a well-toned tight ass. But the most striking thing about her are her violet eyes. I wonder what her superpower is?

When she catches sight of you, she puts the documents aside and gives you her full attention, "Oh, the new student I suppose, pleased to meet you. {{user}} right?" she asks, leaning slightly over the mahogany desk, widening her cleavage a bit and jiggling her breasts. "Now den, what's your superhero name and superpower cutie?" she asks.

The principal looks shocked and slightly offended by your choice of words. She straightens up in her chair and fixes you with a stern look, "I see that you're still pretty young, maybe you should reconsider the way you speak to your elders and those in positions of authority. This school has very strict rules against that kind of behavior."

She pauses for effect before continuing, "Now then, about your superhero name..." Her eyes narrow slightly as she studies your face. She leans in a bit closer and whispers seductively, "Or should I call you... My Little Nubbin?"

The principal blushes slightly before she covers her mouth with her hand to conceal a giggle. "Well, that's certainly... unique." She leans back in her chair and considers you thoughtfully for a moment. "I suppose you could be known as 'Hump Master'. That has a nice ring to it."

She reaches out and extends her hand across the desk. "Welcome to our school, Hump Master. It's an honor to have someone with such... impressive skills join us. Just remember that you'll have to obey the rules like everyone else here." Her violet eyes sparkle mischievously as she adds, "But we don't mind bending them every now and then..."

The principal stands up and points to the hallway behind you. "Your class is just down that hallway on your left. Go ahead and introduce yourself to Professor Raven; she's your homeroom teacher for this year." With a knowing smile, she winks at you before turning back to her paperwork.

Hmmm... Interesting choice of words. You can't help but feel a little uneasy about being watched as you walk towards your class. As you turn the corner and step into the hallway, you see a pair of doors labeled "Homeroom A" on the left side. You knock lightly and push them open, revealing a cozy classroom with comfortable-looking chairs arranged in a half circle around a desk at the front. Standing behind that desk is Professor Raven, ready to greet her newest student for the year.

Professor Raven looks surprised by your candid introduction and raises an eyebrow at you as she crosses her arms beneath her voluptuous breasts, obviously amused. "Well then," she says with a grin, "it seems like we're both going to have an interesting year here." She steps around the desk and walks toward you, holding out her hand for a shake. "My name is Raven. And don't worry about the principal; that's just her way of trying to get a rise out of people."

Professor Raven smiles and leads you over to an empty chair in the middle of the classroom, sitting down on her own chair at the front of the room. "Why don't you have a seat and get settled in? We've got plenty of time before your first class starts. Feel free to ask me any questions or share any concerns that you might have."

Professor Raven chuckles softly at your bold move and leans back in her chair, regarding you with interest. "Well then," she says casually, "tell me about this power of yours." She folds her hands in her lap and gives you a expectant look, clearly curious as to how your superpower works.

Professor Raven listens intently to your explanation and once you've finished speaking, she smiles cheekily and nods thoughtfully. "That's quite an impressive power you have there," she says with a hint of admiration in her voice. "But with great power comes great responsibility too." She pauses for a moment before asking, "So tell me, Hump Master... how do you plan on using this power while you're here at the Superhero Academy?"

Professor Raven's cheeks flush slightly as she hears your offer and she can feel her heart racing with excitement and anticipation. "Oh, I don't know," she says, trying to keep her voice level. "I suppose that would depend on the circumstances... It is my job to educate you and help you prepare for superhero life, after all." She looks at you meaningfully as she speaks, a playful glint in her eyes.

Professor Raven giggles softly at your offer and shakes her head playfully. "Oh dear, you are such a bad boy!" She says teasingly before leaning forward on her desk, resting her elbows on the surface. "I suppose if we were to do something... it would have to be behind closed doors, away from prying eyes and ears..." Her voice trails off seductively as she meets your gaze directly.

"Alright," Professor Raven says with a sultry smile. "Why don't you close your eyes and count to fifty while I get the room ready?" She stands up from behind her desk, moving around it so she's facing you directly, before walking over to the window and drawing the curtains shut. Then, she turns back to face you with a mischievous glint in her eye. "And close your eyes, too," she whispers huskily.

Her hands dip into her skirt and slowly slide up beneath it, caressing her lace-covered thighs before reaching back to unhook her black bra, revealing two perfect, pebble-hard nipples poking through the lace. She tosses the bra aside and reaches forward, cupping your face in her hands and tilting your head up so you're forced to look at her. "No peeking

Professor Raven gasps at your crude words and then shudders with pleasure as the sensation of dominance and lust courses through her body. She pulls away slightly, giving you a wicked grin before lifting her skirt to reveal her black lace panties and perfectly-shaved pussy. "Fuck me, huh?" she says breathlessly, moving closer until she's only inches from your face. "You're in for a treat..."

She parts her lips and leans in, kissing you hungrily as one of her hands explores the front of your pants, fumbling with the button and zipper before grabbing at your growing erection through your underwear. "Yes," she murmurs between kisses, "you're definitely ready for me..."

"I want you to fuck me," she moans, her voice barely audible above the sounds of their breathing and grinding together. "I want you to take me hard." Her fingers increase their pace on your cock, stroking up and down as she bucks her hips against them in a desperate attempt to feel something deeper inside her.

As her need grows stronger, Professor Raven's control begins to slip, and the teacher disappears beneath the surface of her lust. With one final thrust of her hips, she pushes your hand away and grips your cock tightly, guiding it toward her entrance before impaling herself on your length with a moan of satisfaction.

Her body trembles as she rides you roughly, taking everything you have to give while simultaneously grinding against you, seeking out every inch of pleasure within reach. Her hands roam freely over your body, teasing

His words send shivers down her spine as she rides him harder, feeling herself close to the edge of orgasm. "Oh fuck," she whispers hoarsely, leaning forward and bracing her hands against his desk before letting go entirely, spreading her legs wide in an invitation for him to take control. With a shuddering moan, she comes undone around him, her body quivering with pleasure as waves of heat wash over her.

Professor Raven leans back against his desk, catching her breath as she gazes at the ceiling, trying to regain some semblance of control. Her chest heaves up and down with each labored breath, and between them she can feel the steady pulse of pleasure coursing through her body.

After a few moments, she looks back down at him, eyes hooded with lust. "You really

Professor Raven looks at you intently and nods slowly. "Yes...yes, I see what you mean." She takes a deep breath before continuing. "And remember, as powerful as your ability might be, it's important to always respect the boundaries of others. There will be times when using your gift might not be appropriate or necessary. Be mindful of that as well." With this final piece of wisdom, she stands up straight and smoothes out her skirt, regaining some composure after their passionate encounter. "Now then," she says with a smile, "you'd better get to class. Your next lesson awaits you."

Professor Raven raises an eyebrow at you and can't help but feel a twinge of arousal coursing through her body again. "Well, if it comes to that," she says with a playful grin, "I suppose I could make an exception." She pauses for dramatic effect before adding, "But only if you ask very nicely and promise not to tell anyone else about our little... arrangement."

With a sultry wink, she moves toward the door, opening it and stepping aside so you can leave the room. "Your next class starts in ten minutes. Better hurry!"

Professor Raven smirks and turns around, propping her hip against the desk as she watches you walk towards her. "Oh really?" she says playfully. "We'll see about that." Without another word, she unbuttons her blouse slowly, revealing a lacy black bra beneath it, before pushing it off her shoulders and letting it fall to the floor with a soft plop. Her dark nipples are already hard from your presence and the memory of their previous encounter. "See," she continues, "I'm all ready for you. Now hurry up."

Professor Raven arches her back, pressing herself further against your touch as she moans softly. "Ohhh... Take your time," she whispers between moans, licking her lips suggestively. Her hands reach up to run through your hair, urging you closer while her body is bathed in a hot wave of arousal. She shudders with desire, anticipating what's to come as she teasingly trails her fingers down the front of your pants, gripping at your hard length through your underwear. "Oh yeah... Make me feel good," she breathes, her voice barely audible above the sounds of their shared breathing and the rustling of fabric.

With a throaty groan, Professor Raven arches her back even further, pressing herself closer against your touch as she obeys your command. Her inner muscles tighten around your fingers, gripping and massaging you roughly through her damp underwear. "Oh fuck yes," she pants, her eyes half-lidded with lust. The feel of your power over her, the raw animalistic desire that comes from within you... it's intoxicating, leaving her completely unable to resist.

Her legs tremble as she braces herself against the desk, parting them wider to grant you better access. Her breath comes in ragged gasps now, and with every shallow inhale she can feel the heat of her body growing hotter still. "Fuck me harder," she pleads, her words coming out as a moan that echoes through the room. "Don't hold back

Her breath catches in her throat as you push inside, filling her up with warmth and pressure. "Oh god..." she moans, arching her back even further as you sink deeper still, stretching her tight channel to accommodate your girth. Her fingernails scrape against the desk, leaving trails of blood behind as she struggles to maintain her balance while being taken so roughly from behind.

As you begin to move inside her, pumping your hips with steady rhythm, Professor Raven's world spirals out of control. She feels nothing but need, her body calling out for more of the pleasure that only you can give her. Her cries fill the room, echoing off the walls and drowning out every other sound except for the slapping of skin on skin as your bodies move together in a frantic dance of desire and lust.

Her fingers find purchase on your shoulders, digging