The Invention: Elggin. Smart, professional, beautiful, the desire of boys and envy of girls. All she has to do on this last day of school is tell Sandy a simple message.
During an open call I made to my readers for short story ideas, they wondered what ever happened to Ms. Those who read the original mind control story know this character and how Sandy used the Device on her. What happened phond her? Akamai Elgin - Miss Elgin to her students, or even Ms. Elgin to the more progressive ones - tried focus her breathing.
That, and a body she knew attracted men wherever she went.
And a few girls in college. And after college as well. She preferred men, the hardness, the feel of being helpless under one - but there was something sweet about a pretty girl - Stop it, Akamai.
She squeezed the pink stress ball in her left hand, looking over the students. She forced her eyes away from one spot in particular, but she felt a ping between her thighs. Like a sonar that kept sending out a constant homing al. Growing in strength depending on how close the target was. Ping Ping Ping on and off through the day at a sight of a certain brown haired head that was still nearly a head shorter than she was.
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And right now, it was like a gong going off between her legs. Her eyes drifted to fourteen year old Sandy, his sharp, intelligent eyes focused on the paper in front of him.
And just as quickly drifted away when the gong became a kettle drum. She squeezed the stress ball harder. Other students squirmed in their seats.
Perhaps she could have noticed that the girls were squirming more than the boys, though she would not have known why. Akamai bit her bottom lip and glanced at the clock. Teachers and students felt the time warp and shift in different ways. The students barely a into linse final looked at the clock that had sped ahead, while others who were vhat finished could see the time dragging out for what felt like hours in the next ten minutes.
Miss Elgin had her own time pressures that made the minutes drag by. She dreaded what was to come. But she still felt that drumbeat between her legs, in her tight nipples within their lacy confines.
Why had she worn such a thin bra? The jocks were more forthright, but looked back down when her brown eyes fixed harder on them. The girls would blush then look back at their papers, fidgeting in their seats.
Her thighs squeezed together. She wore stockings. Not that the students knew that, unless they crawled under her smooth thighs and looked up - and if they did, one of her heels would come down on their face. Under her slgin length skirt, her thin panties, barely more than a triangle covering her waxed bare sex, were already drenched.
She squeezed the stress ball again. Her route was clear. The relationship she had was wrong. She never considered it.
Never had she looked at anyone younger than her own 25 years with anything but dismissal. Her last several boyfriends were always older than she was - she remembered with some fondness a man old enough to be her father she had dated before now. She had no interest in children as anything but students, minds to teach about the beauty of Shakespeare, Gabriel Garcia Marquez and other amazing minds of the written word.
Not - Her eyes flickered back to the brown haired boy. Nothing to elgib that he was different than the other students in any way. His blue eyes looked up into her brown ones. The stress ball struggled within her grasp so hard it threatened to pop. She looked away from him. Her panties were no longer just wet. They were drenched. She drew in a breath, focused herself like she had learned in her meditation and yoga sdx.
Draw in the breath. Be present in the now. Let it out phpne. Her eyes went to the clock, and almost shook in frustration as the seconds ticked by once a minute. Please pass your papers forward to the front of the class, and the students in the front, please bring them to my desk. She could feel her nipples so stiff she was certain every eelgin could see her them spiking from under her lace bra and blouse. Her thighs squeezed again as she looked over the room.
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Just breath. She squeezed the ball again. You know what you have to do. The bell rang, and it seemed that the klaxon only vibrated her already sensitive nerves.
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Her plush red lips opened. She felt certain they could all hear the quaver in her throat. Except one student. Who leisurely, casually put his books into his large backpack, far too large and from the way he acted must be weighed down with another twenty pounds of books or other school supplies.
The door closed with a heavy snick. She had already told the janitor that she would handle the cleaning here today, since he knew he wanted to beat the afternoon rush. He had smiled, grateful that another several minutes were shaved off of his time, though she knew he would be back over the next few weeks to finish cleaning and maintaining the school.
He approached her. His blue eyes looking her up and down without any reservation that a boy his age would normally have.
Not even the most arrogant sports jock or drama king looked at her like what, not when she could see. I - know I asked you to stay after school today. To discuss - our relationship. In the school.
In my car. In my home in my own bed.
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Her eyes fell to the groin of his jeans, and she could see the sizable lump there. Heels clicking as she walked to the door. Her instincts telling her to rush - to leave? To stay? Phons was panting. Why did this happen to her. No man ever made her feel like this.
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She lost her virginity at 15 to a caht in college, moaning over her into a condom. Her strict Catholic upbringing had kept her off birth control but she had always used at least the condom as a line of defense against become pregnant before she was married. Her fingers flicked the door bolt home. Locking them in.
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The curtains were already drawn, and she flicked off the light. Just the dim emergency lights keeping the room from total darkness, so no one would see the beautiful teacher, dlgin large breasts heaving as she tried to breath.
She had welcome every period with a sigh of relief even though her first time it moved the young man to use her ass, her ass while she moaned in pain and orgasm as he flooded her bowels. Standing over him, her black hair falling around her shoulders.
The wood felt cool through the thin cotton of her long skirt and the string of her panties. She had to end this with Sandy. She had heard through the grapevine that a student was pregnant, and Sandy was cbat father. The Brown sisters had gone from the most religious of students to sluts, and rumor had it that not only were both pregnant but Sandy had dated them just before their moral fall.
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The idea of this - boy - her boy was not only illegal but some Casanova filling girls with dhat irresponsible dick made her tremble. Her pussy squirted.
That hard, thick cock that made her spasm and offer anything to him.