He felt something inside him freeze, probably his very soul, and shuddered noticeably as her devilish smile widened.'I think you're lying,' she said. 'Would you like to try it one more time? I'll make it easy on you by framing my question a little more directly. Were you or were you not staring at my legs in class today?'
As he sat there shaking, it suddenly occured to the boy that he was in the midst of an extraordinary situation here. He might certainly be in deep shit, trouble-wise, for leering at his teacher. But if he simply went with the flow here, he might also have a life-changing experience in the process.
'Yes, Mrs. Cooper,' he mumbled, 'I was. But I didn't really mean to. I mean, I was just sitting here and my desk--'
'You didn't MEAN to?' she snapped. She sat down in her chair, again allowing the skirt to ride all the way up, and haughtily flashing her unreal legs at him. 'I'm disappointed to hear you say such a thing. I had hoped there might be more to it than that.' She stroked a pencil she was holding as if it were a thin, stiff cock. 'But I don't think I believe you. I think you did it on purpose. And I think you liked it.'
Again, she looked right through him. 'Did you?'
The boy looked down sheepishly and said, 'Yes, ma'am, I did. But I still couldn't really help it.'
'Why not?'
'Because...'
'Because...?'
'Because...I think...'
'You think...?'
She uncrossed her legs, and then crossed them the other way, another stunning upskirt in between.
'I think...you're beautiful.'
'Beautiful?'
'Y-Yes.'
'My legs?'
'Yes...and the r-rest of you, too.'
Mrs. Cooper's smile segued into a restrained but demonic laugh and she worked her leg show again.
'Well, if that's the case, I think maybe you should get your ass over here and have a closer look.'
Again, the lad's inner being spun out of control into parallel universes. What did she have in mind? 'Wh-Where?' he asked.
'H-H-Here,' she mocked. 'Right here.'
She pointed toward her feet, motioning him to kneel down by her chair. It all suddenly seemed like a dream. Things even seemed to be moving in semi-slow motion as he began to contemplate following her orders. Was this Heaven? Was it Hell? Did it matter? Whichever it was, there was a feeling that he belonged. He looked nervously over a the classroom door, which though locked, still had a window in it. Anyone who walked by could see in.
'Really?' he asked. Mrs. Cooper only nodded. She was serious. The boy moved slowly, anxiously out of his desk and crawled up next to her chair where he knelt down, his face just inches from her beautiful, perfect thighs. The smell drove him wild. Such a sweet floral fragrance; so feminine, so intoxicating. He never imagined a fantasy like this could actually come true.
'Get under the desk,' she said.
He scooted over, beneath the big, pinewood desk and she shifted in her chair so that he was now looking straight up her skirt, between her legs at her shimmering white panties.
'Now no one can see you. So, tell me what you think.'
He tried to mumble something about her being beautiful, maybe even that he loved her...who knew? He certainly didn't. His mind was absolute transcendent chaos. Incoherent.
'What was that?' she laughed. He couldn't get it out clearly. He trembled as she shifted her legs this way and that; gently, sensually stroking along those shapely contours with her expressive feminine fingers. He didn't know now what to do. He continued to look; desperate, infatuated, even terrified. Having not reached puberty, he was unable to experience any release and yet the desire rose up inside him to a fever pitch. Crescendo after crescendo.
'What would you like to do?' she asked.'Could I touch you?' he asked shakily.
'Mmmm, I don't know. Are you going to be good?'
'Y-Yes.'
'O-OK, then. Run your fingers up my stockings until you get to my bare thigh.'
He obeyed, becoming delerious at the exquisite feeling of that perfect flesh below the sexy nylon. Uncontrollable feelings were flooding his mind and body. He felt sure he was going to begin to weep. Just then his fingers reached her thigh and he stopped there, getting his first glorious contact with the plump, overpowering thigh flesh of a beautiful woman. He burst into tears, and make no mistake about it, they were tears of joy. But they were also tears of delight and tears of gratitude.
'Oh thank you, thank you, thank you,' he whimpered.'
'Now kiss it,' she commanded.
He fought back the deluge of tears. How would he stand this? Slipping, shifting. Going fast, but unsure of anything. He pushed forward in a strange cloud.
As his lips approached their appointed destiny, things began to scramble and as they made contact with the silken tissue of her luscious upper thigh, something broke and he began to go into spasm. He fell back slightly as all sounds and sensations began to shatter into some kind of metaphysical fragments. Where was this place? Then, all he could hear was her voice; Evil and demanding. And utterly uncaring.
'Oh no you don't!' he heard her say. Then, those powerful thighs were crushing his skull like two gorgeous pythons. He grabbed onto them, pulling at them frantically to no avail. Much too strong. Much too much woman. Then everything went black. (Jump to Part III)
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